Twilight’s Bad Ends

by Birdybirdbird

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Porn, Sex, Non-consensual, Alternate Universe, Anthology, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish
Length: 10888

Small tales of all the times Twilight lost, of all the times Friendship didn’t win, and of all the times she got reduced to nothing more than a broken concubine… or a brainwashed disciple… or an exhausted broodmare.

An anthology fic! Short stories of the times Twilight lost, of all the times Friendship didn’t win, and of all the times she got reduced to nothing more than a broken concubine… or a brainwashed disciple… or an exhausted broodmare.

Either way, she’ll end up being a sex slave one way or the other, no matter who she ends up belonging to!

There need to be more ‘bad end’ fics on here. I can’t be the only one that finds this insanely hot. :ajsmug:

Enjoy! :twilightsmile:

Not gonna lie, this fic was partially inspired by Hornet’s Bad Ends on ao3. Check it out if you like this kinda stuff and Hollow Knight.

Art is not mine.
Art by marsminer.
1595847 on Derpibooru

Published 2025-01-18 22:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2025-02-11 22:41:58 UTC

The Concubine

She’d lost. Equestria had lost. It didn’t matter how, all that mattered was that they lost, and so friendship fell, and King Sombra was the victor.

He took his ‘righteous’ place quickly, and soon made the Crystal Empire his. Attempts were made to stop him, but he’d grown too powerful too quickly, and everypony soon fell to him.

And to the victor, goes the spoils…

He held no mercy for anypony, and with a giant, sinister grin on his face at all times, he did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Such as when he happily and mercilessly raped Princess Celestia, and Luna, and Cadance, and then Twilight, leaving them as exhausted, cum-filled bodies lying in a pile on the floor as his sperm attacked their eggs.

They belonged to him now, and made sure they’d learnt that lesson.

They each put up their own fights, but fell soon. Nopony could resist him for long, and like the rest, even Twilight Sparkle fell to him.

With a prideful, self-satisfied sneer across his muzzle, King Sombra sat high atop his throne in the Canterlot Castle. His throne in his throne room in his kingdom. He was the very definition of smug, not even closing his hind legs to cover up the tremendous balls and sheath hanging between them.

With his brainwashed, green-eyed subjects before him, he was debating the wars he was soon to be waging. Or, he probably was, Twilight wasn’t listening. When addressing her, she usually hung on his every word, but here, having spent hours off to the side, she was letting her mind wander as she looked up at her king.

Isn’t he wonderful? WORSHIP. His power, his virility, his incredible endowment… OBEY. Stallion’s could only wish to be what that stud is. YOU BELONG TO HIM. YOU ARE HIS.

The mare she had been was long gone, replaced with a loyal, loving concubine. Her appearance made that clear enough though.

While Sombra, her king, sat atop his throne, beside him, posing for him, Twilight was splayed on her side on the fanciest of couches, but that was far from all that tainted the once-admirable pony mare.

Firstly, there was her face. Green and red eyes showed a broken mind, one that had put up quite the fight, but had been shattered all the same by the monstrous monarch’s loathsome libido. At first, the mare wouldn’t break, constantly powering through his attempts to ruin her mind, but like the other princesses, after enough rape, telling her about the atrocities he’d committed to her friends, magically mangling her brain and showing her the other princesses that’d already sworn to serve him forever, she’d eventually lost her will, and succumbed to him to take the place she belonged.

Underneath the eyes of a slave, a pleased smile laid, content with her new place in life.

Then, there was the rest of her. The gold earrings were the least of her debaucherous attire, besides maybe the small ring on her useless horn. The rest of Twilight though was enough to make any male’s gaze linger. As she laid seductively on her side, gold covered her like she was an item to decorate; on her legs, her dock, pierced into her big, bouncy crotchboobs, and even used to hold in place the deep purple veils she wore that made her seem all the more tantalising.

The veils hid parts of her from view slightly, just enough to make her so inviting. They were on her smiling muzzle, her swollen teats, her body’s buxom curves, and even on the giant, bloated belly she had.

The giant, bloated, pregnant belly she had.

It had to have been about seven months since Sombra had blessed her with his seed, put his foals into her and made Twilight the mother to his foals, but she was more than happy to hold them, to gestate them, and eventually birth them. All for her king.

That was what the former princess Twilight Sparkle looked like. She looked like a slutty husk of her former self and a prize to show off with a plump belly and a newly plumpened figure, and really, she was that, but she was okay with that. She’d learnt long ago to OBEY her king.

Alongside her, the other princesses laid too, three other gorgeous and equally-pregnant alicorn concubines. On their own couches, Celestia, Luna and Cadance were all in a similar state. Each of the three were the same loyal, devoted slaves that Twilight was. But they didn’t care.

They were happy, and she was too.

They’d lost everything on their journey to becoming mindless husks; their friends, their families, everything. But now they had purpose, and they couldn’t be happier because of it.

Look pretty, serve her king’s giant cock, birth his foals.

That was their new lives, and they was happy this way, even after everything he’d put them through to make them like this.

Sombra must have finished talking about what he’d been discussing with the other broken-minded pony, because Twilight, as she got lost in admiring his sturdy figure, his rugged face, and of course, his impressive stallionhood, she noticed him looking back, and grinning with a salacious smile on his muzzle as his eyes roamed her.

She was happy to be his eye-candy and nothing more.

He loved her new look: with the eyes of a broken slave, the arousing attire of a king’s courtesan, and the body of a mare he’d made submit to him in every way.

Her plump curves and foal-filled belly were his favourite parts of her.

She was no princess anymore, now barely more than his personal whore and broodmare.

As it turned out though, right now, he wanted her to be more than his eye-candy, so boldly, King Sombra made his command. “Concubine. Pleasure me.”

The words rung around Twilight’s empty mind, and as they did, the king laid back lazily in his throne to present his sheath and balls to the room.

PLEASURE YOUR KING. Her body moved before her mind, and instantly, Twilight got up off of her couch. PLEASURE YOUR KING. Mindlessly, she trotted over to the stallion who owned her, letting her buxom body jiggle and her fat teats sway as she strode forward. PLEASURE YOUR KING. His hungry eyes ate her depraved appearance up like an animal, but she proudly accepted the praise. PLEASURE YOUR KING.

Seconds later, her body worthy of a king placed itself before him and his royal throne, with three pairs of green eyes staring at her enviously.

But Twilight didn’t pay them any mind, she had more important things to think about, such as what her king was wielding between his two muscular hind legs.

Instantly, her eyes locked onto it, and the mare’s pussy instinctively began leaking.

At his crotch, two huge, pitch black balls sat on the throne. Those cum-tanks looked like they held a bucket’s worth of the most fertile seed in the land, and from experience, Twilight knew they did. She knew them intimately, just like every other part of her king.

And above that was his magnificent sheath. Just as colossal as his testes, she knew it held a king’s cock, and a king’s cock it was. It was incredibly long, it was incredibly girthy, and it turned her and her fellow sluts’ minds to mush every single time they got the honour of receiving it.

But first, she had to unsheath it.

Even if the king wasn’t horny yet though, she was. Already, a pool was building beneath her, leaking from between her fat asscheeks, and only because of the pungent stench radiating off of Sombra’s sack and sheath.

A king didn’t need to clean himself, he had servants to do that for him. Servants with devoted tongues. Servants like her.

With no hesitation now that she was in the perfect position to please him, Twilight, or what remained of her, stuck her head straight between his legs, going in tongue-first as she got to work.

Like she was the sluttiest whore in all Equestria, Twilight dug into his balls, and soon, the sloppy, desperate sounds of an enthusiastic junk-worshipping filled the royal hall.

She hungrily lapped and licked and slurped at his stallionhood, taking in and revelling in his vile, filthy taste. Anything from her king was a gift, including this.

And fortunately, the slave had plenty of practice doing this, so she knew exactly how to properly satisfy him, rubbing her tongue all along his fat sack and around his huge sheath like she’d done countless times before. “Mmmmmm! Mlah! Mmmph!”

Up above her, Sombra’s face was unmoving as he seemed to pay attention to the meeting going on. Maybe there was a little satisfaction in it, but besides that, you wouldn’t be able to tell. Why would you? This was the way this was supposed to be. This was the way he deserved to be worshipped. This was this slut’s rightful place.

The only time he showed anything was when he looked down at her. Looking at what she’d been reduced to and grinning cruelly as she tried desperately to appease him.

Meanwhile, behind him, the other three stayed jealous. That was their job too! They should’ve been the ones getting to pleasure their king!

This was all they thought about anymore. The love held for their subjects or their families or anything besides serving left them when they’d submitted to Sombra, and now, all that mattered was worshipping their king, something that the lucky mare down there was the only one getting to do.

And said lucky mare was doing a satisfactory job. Practically stuffing her face into his nuts, with her hypnotised eyes happy and half-lidded, Twilight had finally pleased him enough to let his horsecock escape his sheath, and so, as his magnificent meat pushed its way into view of everypony in the room, Twilight marvelled up at his member.

It was truly a thing fit for a king. Such incredible length, such tremendous girth, it shouldn’t have been possible. No stallion’s cock should be this big, yet here Sombra was, owning such a powerful and clearly being very proud of it.

Of course, Twilight had had plenty of experience with this thing too. All of them had, and it was no wonder their minds broke in the end when they were being raped and fucked and bred by the most dangerous weapon in Equestria.

Twilight remembered every single time she got filled up by this thing towering over her face. Cherished memories.

She barely got a second to look up at it though before he made his next command. With his armoured hoof, King Sombra hit his muscular thigh, almost patting it invitingly, and she knew what this meant, he’d been sure to teach her.

MOUNT YOUR KING. A rush of elation and a burst of arousal hit Twilight, and the royal carpet was stained even more as more juices gushed out her cunt. MOUNT YOUR KING. Without hesitation, and with excitement in her green and red eyes, Twilight the concubine rose to her hooves, and obediently, she mounted Sombra’s lap like a pup. MOUNT YOUR KING. SERVE HIM. SATISFY YOUR KING WITH YOUR BODY.

He let her clamber up onto the throne, and watched shamelessly as the subservient mare turned her back to him. With his leg wrapping around her waist, she stood on her hind legs, and Twilight’s welcoming entrance was placed onto his wide tip.

It was only right for her to face away. A king got to show off what was his after all, and that was why the room was able to eye and ogle her fat, pierced bosoms, her round, pregnant belly, her soft, plump curves, and her gorgeous, jubilant face. Her body was truly worthy of being a king’s concubine.

Not that the room did that though. As hypnotised as her, the thought never crossed their minds, only doing their own tasks, as hers was to service him carnally.

And she couldn’t wait to get to do that.

Not waiting a second longer, not wanting to delay giving her king her all, the concubine eagerly shoved her rump down, and once again, the euphoria of his hung horsecock bombarded Twilight as the humongous thing was stuffed into the snug grip of her wet, desperate cunt.

“AAAAGGGHHHNN! Thank you, my king!” Inches went in, massive, girthy inches that already got to stretching out Twilight’s cunt, but both craved more. With euphoria crashing through her again as she revelled in her lover’s hugeness, the obsessed mare didn’t hesitate to keep going down, and keep forcing her insides to accommodate the fat schlong her mate was gifted with.

The old her would have found this painful, and would have begged him to stop as he had his way with her, but the new and improved Twilight was better than that now. Her pussy had been made to learn how to take his fantastic mega-cock, and now she truly understood the honour it was to get to be bred by such a marvellous stud as Sombra.

She knew better now, it was a privilege to get to be his cocksleeve, and she’d never forget it.

“AAAHHN! NGH! My king! Thank you! I love you!” Confessing her truest feelings, half of Sombra was wedged inside of her now, giving him the opportunity to release her as she kept going.

And she gladly did.

With her moans seemingly going unnoticed by all others there, Twilight pushed her body so it was even further impaled on his length. She could see and feel the big bulge on her already big belly. She was getting close.

Striving to satisfy her king, to please him and (hopefully) be seen as the greatest of his personal collection of whores, the mare shoved more and more into her. Her insides were so tight that it felt like her entire body was wrapped around his beastly girth, but it wasn’t, and soon, her big, fat flankcheeks landed on his thighs, with the great King Sombra’s sceptre buried inside of her. “AAAAAUUUGGHHNN! Thank you, my king! Thank you for letting me worship you! I’m unworthy of being the slut of one as magnificent and virile as you!”

With pleasure and bliss corrupting her already corrupted mind, Twilight wasn’t the only one enjoying this. With a more smug, satisfied grin on his muzzle than usual, Sombra found his concubine was especially wet, especially tight, and especially desperate to worship her king today.

Whereas his lowly sex servants were usually there to amuse him and service him with their bodies when his balls were feeling too heavy, this time, he actually found himself enjoying his fuck-toys efforts. As if to prove it, a pleased hum rumbled from his chest. “Mmmmm.”

And Twilight nearly orgasmed then and there. Her king was enjoying her! Like a fire burning inside of her on top of the bonfire of loyalty to her king, Twi’ longed to make him do that once more, and so, she hefted her chubby rear up him, slowly and pleasurably sliding up his pole again like the good servant she was.

“Angh! Unf! Ngh! My king! Ah! Awh!” It was hard to do this while pregnant, but it was no less glorious, and when she’d risen halfway up his dick, Twilight slid back down it and took him into her so he could stretch her cavern all over again. “NGAAHHH!”

Back up. Her juices were streaming down his length, collecting in a pool underneath his sack. Back down. The stench of their sex was filling the throne room, not that anypony minded. Back up. With each rise, Sombra got a splendid tease of her fat ponut; perhaps he’d have to get around to training that in the future. Back down. Obedience was bliss. Twilight loved it. She hated to think that a part of herself once resisted her generous king when he gave her so much.

She was so unfathomably happy that now she felt no need to do anything that wasn’t to OBEY.

It was getting harder to pleasure him though. With each bounce on his mammoth cock, getting gradually faster and faster, the fatigue was catching up to Twilight. It’d have been easier if she wasn’t gestating his foal, but as he’d gifted her with the honour of carrying his brood, she was dripping sweat with exhaustion.

The mare didn’t stop though, of course she didn’t. She had a king to please. PLEASE YOUR KING. PLEASE YOUR KING. PLEASE YOUR KING AT ALL COSTS. YOU LOVE YOUR KING. YOU WILL GIVE EVERYTHING FOR YOUR KING.

She would and she had. Friends, family, all of them had been forgotten for the sake of her king.

She’d lost everything on her journey to becoming a mindless husk, and yet, Twilight now truly had purpose in life, and couldn’t be happier.

However, said king didn’t want one of the mothers of his foals dropping from pushing herself too hard, so he stopped her. “Concubine. Stop. NOW.”

Terrified that she could possibly have upset it, the purple slut stopped in an instant, with orders running through her empty head. NEVER DISPLEASE YOUR KING. WORSHIP YOUR KING.

Sombra mercifully wasn’t too upset though, not that he’d ever get upset enough to damage his toys. Instead of reprimanding her though, his leg wrapped around her waist, wedging itself between her pregnant belly and her huge, lactating and pierced teats.

Then, now he has her where he wanted her, his hind hooves steadied themselves on the floor, and his strong hips suddenly began bucking up into his hypnotised cock-holder.

Twilight was elated, and she didn’t hide it. “AHHN! YES! MY KING! YOU’RE SO BIG! ANGH! I LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOVE MY KING!” If the honour of being personally fucked by her god wasn’t enough for the concubine, then the euphoria, the pure concentrated pleasure he was brutally forcing onto her would have made any mare cry out in gospel. Her king’s cock was just that good. She truly wasn’t worthy of being bred by such a stud!

Every buck held power in it. Each forceful thrust up travelled through her body, moving past her rippling asscheeks, through her belly, and up out her horn. She could feel him battering her womb’s entrance, violently shoving himself into it over and over and over again, and she never wanted him to stop, not when being used by her king felt this good!

Down below, Sombra’s other disciples had stopped, waiting for them to finish. Their king wasn’t listening, and they were sure he’d want to hear about how the recent war on the Dragonlands went.

And the drones were right, he was too busy to care. Still bucking up into his personal slut, with a sinister grin wide on his chiseled muzzle, Sombra fucked his former enemy, and better yet, he enjoyed it.

She’d done a good job worshipping him today. Perhaps he’d have to treat her later with the honour of getting to clean his asshole.

Regardless, that was for later, and now, he was taking pleasure from the comfiness of her insides, and the depraved moans and words of worship from the former princess were like music to his ears. Music so good that her gripping snatch was bringing him closer and closer to climaxing every time he shoved his meat back into it. “Good job, concubine. Be ready to take your reward.”

He said she was doing a good job?

How many times had she came on his colossal cock now? Dozens of times? She’d lost track long ago.

But best of all, now she was going to get his, hot, thick, fertile reward, and she was willing to beg for it.

So as Twilight prepared to be filled once again by her mate, feeling the ruthless and noisy crashing of his hips against her bubbly asscheeks, she kept moaning. Of course she did. Nothing was stronger than her devotion to her king. “MY KING! AHH! THANK YOU! I LOVE BEING FILLED WITH YOUR SEED, MY KING! I LIVE TO SERVE YOU AS YOUR FAITHFUL CUMDUMP! I LOVE BEING MY KING’S WHORE!”

Yes she did, and everypony knew it.

Bucking up into her rapidly, fucking her helpless cunt again and again and again and again and again, Sombra felt the long-awaited sensation inside of him building in his second horn, so he didn’t slow, not even for a second as he used her relentlessly.

PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP!

And he kept getting closer, and closer, until-

“HNGH!” Sombra stuck his horsecock as deep into Twilight as it could go, and while his barbarically strong leg pulled her down onto him, forcing him even deeper in her, the king erupted, and his divine gift to her was shot out of his tip.

The first giant rope of his thick, kingly cum splattered against the entrance to her womb. It wasn’t allowed in, but that was okay, he’d already stuffed it full before, he didn’t need to impregnate her again, not yet.

She, alongside the others, were already very pregnant with his foals, and all four former princesses couldn’t wait to have them.

The birth of his foals would secure his reign over Equestria, and after that young filly Flurry Heart was old enough, she’d be given to his eldest for him to stuff full and own. There was no hope now, but the future held even less.

Back to the climaxing king however, Sombra’s first shot wasn’t allowed entrance to Twilight’s depths, so when the rope spread, covering his cock and painting Twilight’s insides white, the rest of his loads had to follow it.

And he had plenty to give.

Holding a deliriously blissful pony down on his lap and not allowing her any escape, King Sombra pumped her full of cum until her belly was even more bloated than it had been. And then, he kept pumping.

With his fat balls clenching, torrents of cum were shot into Twilight, only for them to gush out her entrance and go oozing down the king’s royal nutsack. It joined her mare-cum in a pool on his throne, but that didn’t stop her king.

Meanwhile, the king’s cumdump was broken. Feeling her majesty’s seed laying claim to her meagre cunt and unloading all he had into her, Twilight couldn’t handle the pleasure she was given, so with her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue stuck out like the slut she was, she couldn’t move, and could only accepted the ‘love’ as he broke her mind.

This wasn’t the first time he’d done this, and she hoped to Sombra that it wouldn’t be the last time.

But eventually, the king’s conquering of her helpless hole came to an end. He blasted his last rope of seed in her, and smiled wide and proud at the mess she was. Dominantly, he growled in her ear. “Enjoy that, concubine?”

The fucked-silly mare tried responding, to questionable success. “Uhn… Y-Yesh ma… M… My king…” Everything was hazy. All she knew was her king, his cock, and the gallons of cum that’d been pumped into her. Sombra seemed pleased anyway.

“Good.” Then, without warning, his legs reached and grabbed under her thick thighs, and quickly, forcefully, he yanked her entire body up and off of the humongous cock inside of her.

The moan that escaped from the conquered Twilight echoed through the throne room. “AAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!”

Without regarding it, he carelessly wrapped his leg around body, the same one his cum was gushing out of, and Sombra raised off of his throne. Under one leg, he carried the limp Twilight back to her concubine’s couch, leaving a trail of leaking cum behind him, and then, he tossed her collapsed body onto the sofa, a delirious grin on her whorish muzzle. He was done with her now, he’d had his fun.

Celestia, Luna and Cadance, all dripping from the display, kept switching between glaring at her prone, cum-filled body with envy, and desperately staring at the cum-covered cock still throbbing underneath him. Why didn’t they get to be in her place? Maybe they’d get a chance next time their king was heated?

With his virility, they knew it wouldn’t be too long before that happened.

Regardless, they all still silently begged for his attention when he returned to his throne like mindless, thoughtless dogs, not that they received any.

When Sombra’s rump dropped back down onto his throne, a loud squelch resounded out, not that he minded too much. Fortunately, he had plans for situations like this.

With the blissful and resting Twilight completely forgotten about now, the stallion’s head turned to his next concubine, and he gave his next order. “Concubine. Clean this mess.”

Cadence was more than happy to oblige. Literally. She was jovial, practically singing when she hopped off of her couch, pranced over to him, and dropped her amazingly fat ass down in front of his throne.

Green eyes stared hungrily at the mess that was his testicles and retreating horsecock, but they didn’t revel in the sight, instead the mare’s mouth was already all over it, and she was slurping up the combined juices of Sombra and Twilight’s ‘union’.

It was an honour to serve him!

He thought the same, but that didn’t stop the cruel, carnal king from sneering down at her as she tongued his sack like her life depended on it. “Hmph. What a pathetic Princess of Love.” Sniggering, he mocked and belittled her and her former title, but the mare down there didn’t care. She bathed in his attention like nothing mattered more to her, and she relished every filthy taste that touched her tongue.

“Mmph! I love you, my king! Mlleh! All my love is yours!” A husband? A daughter? The only ones that’d ever matter to her was her generous king and the many, many foals he was going to give her.

As she went to work, Sombra’s eyes moved back up. Now, finally, he could pay attention to the meeting. He looked commandingly down at his subject. “Speak.”

He did without hesitation. “Yes, my king. As I was saying, the invasion of the Dragonlands was a success, their ruler, Ember, was successfully slaughtered and…”

He kept going, and Sombra kept listening.

It didn’t matter what he said, one thing was for sure: Sombra had won. All would fall pathetically before him and his armies now. Even the mightiest of mares stood no chance against him, and would bow before his might.

And if they didn’t?

Well then, maybe he could ruin them too and add another devoted whore to his ever-growing list.

They’d be his toy either way.

Author's Note

First chapter completed! Expect more to come!

Also, I have plenty more ideas and a ton of chapters planned out, but if anyone wants to give suggestions or things they’d like to see then I’d love to see if I could incorporate them!

The Disciple

Indoctrination.

Is it bad? Are ponies still using it today? Can it be used to conquer Equestria just because your friend started going to a different school to you?

Of course, the answer to all these questions is:

Yes!

Indoctrination is defined as the process of making others believe in a set of beliefs unwaveringly and unquestioningly.

It can conquer ponies’ minds, it can conquer ponies’ lives, and maybe, with the right push, it can conquer Equestria too.

It was a bold plan, but with the heroes known as the Mane 6 on her side, nopony could stop her!

It was a sunny day in Canterlot, one where the sun was smiling down on all Equestria’s inhabitants, even if the Princess of the Sun wasn’t doing the same.

This story isn’t following her though, this story is focused on another of the alicorns: the Princess of Friendship.

Strolling down one of the city’s streets merrily, she looked… off, and not just because she had a wide smile on her muzzle.

No, the mare seemed… greyer. And she was. It was only natural after having her cutie mark removed for so long. And speaking of her cutie mark, it wasn’t there.

However, it hadn’t been there for a long time, the symbol on her flank being replaced ages ago by a solid black equal sign that sat where her former star had been. But she didn’t mourn it, of course she didn’t, because equality was the greatest gift of all!

This was what indoctrination was.

The time with her friends inside that room had been long, repeatedly hearing propaganda get droned out to her and getting served slop, only for it to keep happening every second of every minute of every day.

It was unbearable, and inevitable that they’d break eventually.

Fluttershy had been the first. Before any of them, she accepted the equality she’d been offered. She’d enjoyed the sound of it from the start, and soon came to not regret it as she was accepted by them with open legs, loving her new life.

Rarity was next. She didn’t last too long either, possibly because her mane hadn’t been washed in days and possibly because she truly had accepted the new, better way of life. Either way, she converted, and didn’t regret it.

Then it was Rainbow Dash, then Applejack, and eventually, even Pinkie gave up in the end, and they all joined Starlight’s town as its newest faithful followers.

And then there was Twilight.

She proclaimed her loyalty and devotion to the cause after a month, though Starlight was rightfully suspicious, and she was right in the end, because Twilight’s will was still fighting on.

A few more solitary months in there fixed that.

When Twilight was released from her prison, and was given the gift of feeling dirt under her hooves again, the only thoughts rattling around her mind were the ones Starlight wanted her to have.

‘Exceptionalism is a lie.’

‘You need to free yourself from your cutie mark.’

‘You can choose equality to be your special talent.’

‘Difference is frustration. To excel is to fail.’

‘Be your best by never being your best.’

‘Conformity will set you free.’

‘Accept your limitations, and happiness will follow.’

‘You’re no better than your friends.’

Every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month, those words were drilled into her skull, and it was only inevitable that Twilight snapped eventually.

All ponies had a will, and all wills could be broken.

Princess Twilight was released as the most faithful, dutiful, obedient disciple Starlight had ever seen. She’d never step out of line, she’d never do anything to displease her, and she’d never forget her place as an equal to everypony… everypony but her, that is.

But soon, she got to join her old friends in the town. They had every opportunity to leave, to head back to their old lives and return to the insignificance where everypony was different and the world was chaotic.

But they didn’t.

The group known as the ‘Mane 6’ found new meaning in her town, and though quiet voices in five of their heads was telling them this was wrong, they never left, not for years to come.

After years passed though, things changed, and the belief of equalism only spread through Equestria, which was exactly why Twilight (no longer a princess, a pointless title of superiority) was strolling down one Canterlot street.

With a wide smile on her muzzle and some saddlebags on her back, she had a job to do, and that was exactly why she was out here.

Before long, the roaming pony’s eyes locked onto one particular house, the only one on this street without an equal sign displayed prominently on their window. Without a single shred of hesitation, she merrily waltzed on up to the front door, and raising a hoof, she knocked on the stranger’s door without a care in the world.

“Coming!” And after waiting patiently, Twilight was soon greeted by a nice-looking mare, her opening the door and recoiling at the sight of her. “P-Princess Twilight?!”

The alicorn’s smile never left her face. “Mhm!” She didn’t correct her. She’d been told that her former title could be very helpful for her job.

But what was her job?

Why, Twilight was a converter, of course! It was her job to go door-to-door and help ponies see the way of the equalist. Equestria wouldn’t be whole until every last pony’s cutie mark was removed, and they still had a few left resisting!

Back to the mare who just opened the door to spot a princess there, she was jaw-dropped. “Wh-What are you-? What is the Princess Twilight doing at my house?”

The purple-grey mare just smiled sweetly, and then reached her muzzle into her saddlebag. What she pulled out was a pamphlet, and she quickly turned back to hand it to the mare.

The pony took the pamphlet, staring down at the big, black equal sign on the front. “E-Equalism?” She said the word unsurely, prompting the princess to step in.

“Mhm! I’m here on behalf of our leader Starlight to help show ponies how equalism is the best choice we can make, both as ponies and as friends! And as the Princess of Friendship, I’d know.” Starlight herself told her to use this tactic, to use the title of the Princess of Friendship to help convince people to convert. She hated the title, hated the idea that something could make her so needlessly superior to others, but Starlight had shown her that such things didn’t matter, and as long as she was still using the title for the right reasons, such as showing ponies the light of equalism, then she was still doing good and pleasing her.

Twilight loved nothing more than pleasing their leader. She regretted not understanding how generous and loving she was earlier, maybe then she’d have spent less time in that room.

She still shivered when she thought back on it…

Back to the conversation though, the unnamed mare was slightly uncomfortable, and she quickly confessed why. “Well, I-I’ve already seen a bunch of equalism stuff, and other ponies like you have come to my door, it’s just… I don’t really want to lose my special talent. I like it.”

Twilight didn’t hesitate to argue against that. “But doesn’t it feel so terrible to see ponies better than you, doing what you love only even better?”

“I… guess…“

“We don’t need to put ponies on a hierarchy due to things we can’t control like cutie marks. Without them, when everypony is as equal as the next, we’ll all be happier because we’ll all not feel that burden that comes with our difference. You’ll be happier, trust me.” A gentle and king hoof placed itself on the mare’s shoulder, and Twilight could see the cogs turning in her mind.

She was thinking about it. Twilight had been spreading the same message that the others who came had tried preaching to her, but now she was starting to believe it. Maybe it would be better to not be better than other ponies, and if Princess Twilight’s the one saying it’s good, doesn’t it have to be? Nearly convinced, the mare still had another question. “H-How many other ponies are also doing this?”

Twilight’s gentle smile turned a little proud, and she couldn’t resist puffing her chest up a little. “Over ninety percent of Equestria and countless other ponies beyond it have given up their cutie marks in the name of equality!” The mare was nearly there. One more nudge was all it took, so Twilight leant in close. “And don’t tell anypony yet, but Princesses Celestia and Luna have already given up theirs too!”

Finally, that last straw broke the camel’s back, and the mare was becoming convinced. “O-Okay then. So, i-if I wanted to join this equalism thing, what would I do?”

Twilight’s smile grew wide, unnaturally wide, and she took a step back. “Well, if you come with me we could get it done right now!”

Though hesitant, the mare made up her mind, and stepped forward. “O-Okay.” She was nervous about the whole ordeal, but if everypony else (including the princesses) said that it was the good thing to do, then she believed them.

What reasons did she not have to trust Princess Twilight, after all?

They trotted through the streets of Canterlot together, making their way past many, many, many other ponies with equal signs on their flanks. It was near-impossible to find a single cutie mark among them all, and soon, the pair arrived together at Canterlot Castle.

Still smiling, Twilight led them in.

The pair, one with a cutie mark and one without, weaved down the corridors of the castle, and before long, ended up at the grandest of the castle’s rooms: they’d arrived at the throne room.

When the mares walked in, the more colourful one took a gander at all that was around her, and it was very different to how the throne room used to be.

Over the glass-stained windows, humongous banners had been unfurled, grey and black ones with a very familiar symbol in the middle of them. They cast the room in semi-darkness, and definitely gave a foreboding feeling to the place. Alongside that, at the end of the long and chilling room, there was a staircase, one leading up to a singular throne, and atop it, the leader of the equalism movement sat boldly.

In a sizeable and striking brown robe, Starlight Glimmer looked down at everypony else like a god atop a pedestal, with a long, brown staff-like stick next to her.

And a god she was. She’d brought her beliefs this far, and nothing could stop her now. She looked a bit colourful for a pony without a cutie mark, but nopony questioned it. Twilight had been taught not to question her.

As it turned out though, there was a queue, one with a few ponies already there that she was currently dealing with, so they got in line, and took their place at the back.

It was at this point that the mare Twilight had brought leant over, and couldn’t resist asking at least one question. “Wh-Wh-Why are we in the throne room? Where are Princess Celestia and Princess Luna?”

The alicorn didn’t hesitate to give an answer, her smile not faltering for a second. “Celestia and Luna support the cause so much that they even gave their throne room to help us spread the good word!”

“Oh… Okay.” That was enough to pacify her, and their heads both turned up to the mighty mare above them all.

Starlight was pointing her staff, the ninth of Meadowbrook’s enchanted items, at a pony below, and like she owned the world, she spoke down at them commandingly. “So, my disciple, are you ready to become the best pony you can be, and to take your place alongside all your fellow ponies as their equal?”

He also looked unsure, but answered honestly. “Um, y-yes. I am.”

With all the pomposity of a cult leader, Starlight spoke once more. “Then we welcome you to our town with open legs.”

BJJJJJJJJT!

Out of the staff, a blast of light-blue magic shot at the stallion, and on hitting him, he was lifted up into the air. “Rgh! Ah!” He grunted in pain while floating, feeling his mark be torn off of his flank, but soon, with beads of sweat rolling down his face, he was relieved of his cutie mark, and when he was lowered onto the ground, a big, black equal sign took the place where it once was.

He looked a little dazed, and a little colourless, but besides that, he was okay, so he was dismissed.“Now go join your fellow ponies. I’m sure they’ll be happy to accept the new, equal you!”

He did. The stallion, wordlessly, turned around and headed back out the way he came, letting Starlight store his former mark in a chest beside her and move onto the next pony. The process repeated multiple times until Starlight was smiling down at Twilight, her most faithful and dutiful disciple.

“Twilight! Is this the last troublemaker on Daisy Lane?” She greeted her happily, and why shouldn’t she? Her and Twilight had gotten very close over the years.

“Yes, Starlight. Everypony else on that rebellious road has been reformed, as you requested. The others have been… dealt with.” The alicorn bowed deeply to her unwavering leader. She’d never let her down, not since as long as she could remember.

And her words made Starlight’s smile grow wider. “Good. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, Twilight. You never do.” Twilight preened from the affection, but Starlight’s attention was soon directed to the mare with her. “Now, are you ready to begin the first day of your new life as an equal, as a pony no better or worse than any other?”

The process repeated again. The spell was cast and the mare was lifted up. Grunting and groaning ensued, but by the time it was done, she was without her cutie mark, and it was whisked away to the cutie mark chest, where soon it would be relocated to the humongous cutie-vault that they’d made in the castle’s own vault.

But now that she was equal and reformed, the mare was free to be on her merry way, which she quickly was, exiting the castle and leaving the two mares alone together. And when she left, the two mares stared back at each other. Starlight hadn’t even broken a sweat through all of that, with magic as simple as that being foal’s play for her at this point, and that was partly why when she smiled at her favourite disciple, Twilight awed up at who was nothing less than her saviour.

When Starlight spoke up, her loyal servant nearly gasped. “I’m proud of you, Twilight.”

“M-Mistress?” It was a pet name, one Twi’ was only allowed to call her in private… and five others.

Up above, Starlight was stepping out of her robe, and once she did it only revealed even more of her gloriousness, for as her barrel came into view, so did her magnificent, beautiful, awe-inspiring wings, with them flying open pompously before retreating back to Starlight’s sides.

Yes. Starlight was an alicorn now. It was only right. She deserved to be.

She’d come a long way since only ruling over a small town.

With the ‘staff’ and chest of cutie marks floating behind her, she strutted down the stairs before her hoof gently held the other alicorn’s chin. “I said I’m proud of you Twilight. You’ve come so far, and have served me so well.”

Twilight held her breath. She knew where this was going.

“Maybe it’s about time I give my most faithful disciple another reward. She’s more than earnt it~”

Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes! Twilight wanted to jump for joy! Mistress Starlight rewarded her pretty often, but still she treated it like the honour and the glorious occasion that it was. She was blessed to receive such a thing from their perfect leader!

And said perfect leader couldn’t wait to give it to her either, strolling past the mare and towards the doors to the throne room.

Hurriedly, Twilight rushed to catch up to her, unable to keep her eyes from drifting down to under her tail.

With Starlight, the ruler of the widespread equalism movement prancing forward, truly looking and acting like the most important mare in Equestria, she and Twilight made their way down some corridors, strolling along.

It was nice, getting to bathe in her mistress’s shadow, but Twilight wasn’t prepared for the conversation her saviour tried to start. “So, my faithful disciple, how are our… rebellious prisoners doing?”

Like the good servant she was, Twi’ relayed what she knew. “They’re still in the dungeon as you requested. They’re still… resisting though, not wanting to accept our ways. They also tried convincing me to stop our effort! Why don’t they see that they’d be so much happier without having to deal with the burden of their marks?”

Starlight sighed, shaking her head. “I don’t know, Twilight. But speaking of their cutie marks…”

“They’re in the vault with all the rest, mistress.”

“Good. You’ll be rewarded well, Twilight. I’ll make sure of it.”

Yay! Joyously, Twilight followed Starlight down some more corridors, but right as she was about to head in the direction of a familiar pair of double doors, Starlight kept walking.

Twilight needed to voice her confusion.

“Wuh… Um, mistress, isn’t your room that way?” Anxiously, the mare gazed in the direction of Princess Celestia’s bedroom.

Or rather, Celestia’s former bedroom. It was Starlight’s now.

Regardless, they trotted past it, and Starlight didn’t even turn around as she answered. “I’ve had a better idea. We’re going somewhere else for your ‘reward’ today, Twilight.”

“Oh, okay.” That was fine. Her mistress’s wants were hers to follow.

They kept walking.

Over time, Twilight thought she knew where they were going, but before she could finish that thought-

“Starlight!” A blue unicorn, Starlight’s trusted advisor, came cantering over.

“Trixie!” And Starlight beamed at the sight of her, but then tilted her head curiously. “What are you doing in this part of the castle?” It was almost as if the unicorn made her mistress seem like some normal, mortal, equal pony. Almost.

Trixie, preening like a peacock, strutted over and placed a hoof on Starlight’s chest, eyes turning seductive. “I was looking for you. I was bored, realised some stud I knew had finished for the day, and thought I might see if she needed any… ‘help’~”

Unlike her, Trixie was like a lover to Starlight, far superior to her in every way. Starlight even let her keep her cutie mark! She was a goddess alongside her alicorn mistress, and Twilight couldn’t bare to think of how she’d treated her before being reformed.

But said lover had to be let down. “Sorry, Trix’. I’ve got important business to do.” She nodded back at Twilight. “But after that, maybe I can give the Hot and Fuckable Trixie a visit~”

“You better~” With a cocky smirk turning sour, she turned to Twi’. “Still making whores of lowlifes, are we? Well, Trixie won’t judge, and if you ever need somepony else to help take care of your ‘magic wand’, Trixie’s superior holes are always waiting to be explored~”

Soon after that, the Great and Powerful Trixie left, taking the ‘staff’ and chest of cutie marks with her, but not before-

SLAP!

“AH!”

“Hehehehe!” She spanked the submissive servant on her rear before strutting off, feeling Starlight’s eyes on her flank with every step before she turned the corner and left.

Without a word, Starlight turned and started heading back in the direction they’d been going, leaving Twilight to hurriedly chase after her with a big, bright hoofprint on her backside.

And soon, they arrived… At the dungeons.

What are we-? Starlight wasted no time in opening the magically-sealed door, and then she marched in like she owned the entire castle (she did).

And it was all thanks to-

“Celestia. Luna.” The door slammed shut behind them, and when it did, two mangy alicorns woke up. They were in a cell, with bulky metal collars chained to the back wall and no bath in sight. On their flanks, predictably, two black equal signs sat, making the sisters seem greyer as they sulked.

Up in the corner was a speaker, one repeating messages Twilight had learnt long ago:

‘Exceptionalism is a lie.’

‘You need to free yourself from your cutie mark.’

‘You can choose equality to be your special talent.’

Twilight’s life was so much more without her cutie mark! Why couldn’t these two see that?!

She still shuddered at the sound of the speaker, a harrowing memory of the months spent in that room popping up before fading instantly. Her attention quickly returned back to the others.

Starlight went to speak up first, likely to make some snide remark about ‘how the mighty have fallen’, only for a furious cry to shut her up. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO TWILIGHT?!”

It was Celestia, Twilight’s former teacher before Starlight took her place. She remembered always thinking highly of her, but if she hadn’t realised how perfect equality was, she couldn’t have been that smart.

Twilight hated the pony she’d been back then. It was a miracle that Starlight had shown her the light.

“Hm?” Starlight acted oblivious, only to turn her head to see her disciple and turn back. “Oh, I just showed her the purity of equality, and how wrong it was to think herself superior to others.”

Luna was next, crying out in the royal Canterlot voice. “WHAT PLAGUE HAST THOU CAST ON HER MIND?!” With how fierce she looked, even with the bars between them, Starlight was lucky Luna was chained to the back wall.

But Starlight was entirely unfazed, keeping her prideful aura of superiority as she looked down on the two. “I haven’t used any spells, Twilight has just learned how much better life is when she’s equal.”

They didn’t believe her. “Release her!”

“Tch!” Rolling her eyes, the pink alicorn turned to the greyish-purple one. “They don’t believe your loyalty to me, Twilight.”

The idea mortified Twilight. Her?! Not loyal to her mistress?! It made no sense! Nopony was as loyal or devoted as she was! And if they thought that, then what if her mistress started thinking that too?!

Fortunately, with a cruel smirk, Starlight thought up a solution, one she’d had planned all along. “Maybe you can show them just how devoted you are to me~” She turned so her rear faced Twilight, and then, dramatically, she raised her tail, displaying to her what was lying beneath it: her big, beautiful ponut, and beneath that, her fat balls dangling down and resting backs of her plush thighs. “Y’know Twilight, I’m glad you arrived when you did. You’re more than deserving of a reward for your unwavering fealty to me, and your mistress is feeling very pent-up~”

This was Twilight’s reward, and Starlight presumed that her disciple was looking forward to this as much as she was.

“What?!” “What?!” Meanwhile, Celestia and Luna were jaw-dropped, but they could do nothing but watch as what happened played out before them. Surely she’s… Surely Twilight won’t…

All three other alicorns could see the servant’s eyes following Starlight’s flank, so smugly, she stuck her rear back even further, keeping her tail raised high as she grinned back at the mare that was clearly eager to please.

They all watched her stand still, staring at the perfect pink plot, until the magic words were spoken. “Well? What are you waiting for? Worship me.”

And so, much to two’s horror, she did.

It’d been about… two days since she’d last gotten the honour of getting their merciful leader off, but still, she couldn’t wait to get the honour of pleasuring her. They’d been having little one-on-one ‘learning sessions’ for years now, with them starting not long after Twilight escaped that room, but still, she cherished every moment of intimacy like she should’ve. Her glorious mistress deserved nothing less. She’d already taught her so much.

And one of those lessons was how to eat her ass, a lesson that Twilight had gotten plenty of practice for since the first time.

Twilight didn’t want to wait another second longer to put what she’d learnt to good use.

“Yes, Mistress!” Trotting over hurriedly, Twilight didn’t hesitate to drop herself down onto the dungeon floor in front of her beloved cultist, and just like she was supposed to, she stuck her face straight into her fat flankcheeks and got to pleasuring her. It was incredible, and not just for Twilight.

“Awwwhhh yeah! C’mon Twi’, get your tongue in there!” Having her tailhole tongued on the daily, it was the best, especially when done by followers so loyal that they needed to please her. “So eager~ Y’know, Twilight, Fluttershy was only here recently for a reward of her own, and Rarity, but holy fuck, you’re better at worshipping your mistress than the both of them!”

Twilight lived for such praise, and kept tonguing the mare’s puffy donut in the desperate hope that she’d receive more.

But over to their side, and on the other side of some bars, two alicorns couldn’t bear to watch, but couldn’t manage to make themselves turn away either. Magically brainwashed or not, Twilight, the mare who should’ve been there to save the day, she was tongue-deep in the enemy’s asshole and clearly having the time of her life being there if her leaking pussy was anything to go off of.

They were doomed.

Not having the ability to turn away from what was their kingdom’s downfall, the sisters’ eyes stayed locked on the shell of a mare who was once a friend and a sister.

Meanwhile, as they watched their lives crumble before them, Twilight truly was having the time of her life back here.

It was just perfect; slurping the perfect taste on her mistress’s perfect body while huffing her perfect stench and feeling her perfect face smiling back at her whorishness. And that wasn’t even mentioning her perfect moans.

Her mistress was perfect. Meanwhile, Twilight was creating a pool of obsessive arousal down on the cold floor beneath her. Her hole had been moistening ever since the throne room…

“Ngh! Ohh yeah! Good job! Just a little… more!” Starlight’s hips weren’t just practically forcing themselves backward, pushing back hungrily in an attempt to force Twi’’s tongue even deeper into her, but her horn was trying to wedge her deeper too. Glowing an aura more powerful than any others in this land, including the two in the cell beside her, it used its grand powers to grab hold of a hungry mare’s head, and ruthlessly, it shoved her further and further into her lovely, plush, delicious backside.

Twilight was given no choice but to violently take more of her ass, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Ngh! Rgh! …Mmm, that’s good!” Before any time at all, Starlight was unsheathed. With a tongue digging deep into her backside, hitting all the right spots and working desperately to make her feel good, it was only inevitable that Starlight’s cock would start unsheathing itself. And so it had.

From between her legs, the huge, girthy horsecock truly worthy of their leader pushed out of Starlight and into view of everypony in the dungeon. She’d already been quite the hung, studly mare, so when she ascended to alicornhood and her tool got even fatter, longer and even more virile, it turned from something that the Mane 6 craved to something that ruined them every time it was forced into their cunts. Twilight had lost track of how many times that thing was inside of her and her friends, but she didn’t care, no matter what the number was, she wanted more.

“Augh! Nopony eats ass like you, Twilight! You’re the best whore a futa-mare could ask for!” Anypony else would take that as an insult. Twilight wore that title like a badge.

She was Starlight’s whore. She was her filthy slut and her worthless hole that wasn’t worthy of her mistress’s cum every time she unloaded it into her. She was the depraved fuckhole that spent every minute of every day thinking how to further their cause and how to cradle her lover’s balls properly when she sucked her cock.

Twilight could hardly even remember who she was before this. She can’t have been happier than she was now. She was without purpose then, but Starlight had given her purpose, and had taught her all about it every night in her house, every night when she was pounding either her or one of her friends into the bed to teach them that all but her were equal.

This life was truly perfect.

Starlight disagreed though, bent forward, she knew something that’d make this even more fun than it already was. “Nghhh! A-Alright, Twilight. You can stop. We’re moving on.” Starlight was done. She’d gotten her ass eaten (and had thoroughly enjoyed her disciple’s work back there too) so they were moving on.

On being told to, Twilight promptly removed her muzzle from Starlight’s ass with a squelch. She could still taste her, and savoured it, but couldn’t resist speaking up. “To what, mistress?”

Meanwhile, her mistress ignored the feeling of saliva on her ponut and turned to her. “Final proof of your loyalty to me, and your second reward.” She turned to the cage of the former princesses and took a step back. “Now come here, face the non-believers, bend over and show me your loyalty.”

Without hesitation, Twilight did just that. “Yes, mistress!” She trotted straight in front on Starlight, facing the dungeon’s occupied cell, and staring forward as two disbelieving alicorns gawked back at her, she leaned forward a little and stuck her fat flank out as much as she could. With her tail raised high, Twilight, Starlight’s most dutiful cocksleeve, she presented her drooling cunt to her mistress and whined in need.

Starlight wasted no time in mounting the mare, and resting her fat cock on the mares asscheeks as her hips rocked back and forth. “Good job, Twilight. You’ve served your purpose well.”

“Thank you, mistress! I love you!”

“I know.” Starlight’s hips pulled back, and she lined herself up at the sloppiest snatch in Equestria. Grinning villainously at her two prisoners, the two who still pathetically resisted her rule, she held eye contact with the both of them as she pushed forward, and sunk her horsecock into their former friend and student. “Aaauuuggh! Fuck yeah!”

Wasting no time, the hung alicorn quickly slipped the entirety of her meat into Twilight, facing no resistance as the desperate mare and her desperate hole begged for her to use them.

And so, surrounded by the sounds of whorish moaning, she did.

Once she soon hit Twilight’s womb, Starlight pulled herself out, only to slam back in at full speed and feel two grey-purple cheeks ripple as she hit them.

But she wasn’t done there, not as she steadied her hooves, and then, she got to properly mating Twilight.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Starlight moaned as her body embraced the pleasure of her whore’s hole clinging to her. “NNNGGGHHHH! Always so fuckin’ wet, Twi’.” It was always so much fun to use this one mare in her herd, and this time was no different. The way her body was always begging for her, the way her fat ass clapped noisily every time she strongly bucked against it, the way her pathetic voice literally begged for more.

And the icing on the clappable cake was the looks the two sisters gave her: dread. They feared her and what she’d made of Twilight, and they should’ve.

Swinging her hips madly, bucking Twi and fucking her silly like the horniest stud in Equestria, Starlight didn’t want to disappoint their audience. Might as well put on a show for these two useless bimbos. So she did.

“AHN! MISTRESS! AH! YES! NGH! NGAGH!” As her fat-assed fucktoy moaned so much that ponies outside could probably hear, Starlight thrusted forward again, but much, much stronger this time. Strong enough to send Twilight flying, and Starlight’s hoof on the back of her head helped too.

CLANG! With the two stumbling forward, Starlight not leaving her sex slave for even a second, she smashed the mare’s face into the bars, but it was as if Twilight didn’t even notice.

So as she kept fucking her senseless, making the bars rattle with each thrust as she pounded her again and again, Starlight called out to the cock-loving husk of a princess. “Tell these two fucks how much you love it, Twilight! How much you love my cock!”

Without hesitation, Twilight did, staring down at them with gleeful eyes. “YES! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I LOVE BEING YOUR WHORE, MISTRESS! MY BODY IS YOURS TO USE!”

Hoof keeping her head pressed against the bars, still wailing on her, Starlight shouted down at her disciple. “I deserve to be here, using you like a worthless fucking cumdump! Don’t I?”

“YES, MISTRESS! YOU AREN’T EQUAL! YOU AND ONLY YOU DESERVE TO BE ABOVE THE REST OF US!”

WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP

As she got ruthlessly used, the sounds of her body getting abused filling the dungeon, Twilight drooled from both ends as she came again and again and again and again.

“You love it! You love being my loyal servant and letting me use your body like a cumdump just to please me! You love it, don’t you?!”

“YES, MISTRESS! I LOVE IT! I LOVE BEING YOUR CUMDUMP! I LOVE PLEASING YOU! MY PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO USE MY LOWLY BODY TO SATISFY YOURS!”

As Twilight screamed the truth, Starlight’s furious eyes glared down at the terrified one’s of the princesses, refusing to stop fucking the mare who was so dear to them as she screamed down at them. “YOU TWO DESERVE TO BE NOTHING MORE THAN WHAT TWILIGHT IS, THINKING YOU’RE ABOVE EVERYPONY ELSE JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR CUTIE MARKS! I’M GOING TO PUT YOU TWO SLUTS IN YOUR PLACE! I’M NOT GOING TO STOP UNTIL YOU BLANK-FLANKS ARE SPENDING EVERY DAY SPREADING MY MESSAGE AND TAKING MY COCK!”

They stared back, finally feeling true fear, but Starlight refused to stop. She was these two’s superior, it wasn’t like these lowlifes were going to stop her now. Nopony was.

“JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I’VE SAPPED THE MAGIC OUT OF YOUR CUTIE MARKS LIKE I DID TWILIGHT’S! YOU’LL BE BEGGING ON YOUR KNEES TO KISS THE ASS OF THE QUEEN OF EQUALITY!”

The monotone speaker was drowned out by the clapping and the moaning, but Starlight’s mad yells still made it through, as did her next announcement as she sped up, putting all her power into ruining mare-cunt.

“NGH! I’m gonna cum! Go on, Equestria’s failures, watch me cum all over your beloved protégé!” From her pent-up sack, Starlight felt her glorious climax rise and rise, and she kept pounding, and pounding, all the way up until- “RRGH! COME ON! TAKE IT, YOU WHORE!”

Starlight slid out in one motion. She ripped her cock out of Twilight right as she was about to blow her load, and then, she fucked her fat flankcheeks as hard as she could.

She wasn’t going to cum in Twilight, not yet. With alicorn cum as fertile as hers, who knew how many foals that’d produce? But hey, they were both alicorns, right? She had all of eternity to breed her favourite whore over and over and over again, but speaking of cumming…

“NNNNNGGGGGHHHH!” Dramatically, Starlight, future princess and ruler of this kingdom for the next millennium, she blew her load, and grunting, she let it blast out of her like a tsunami of her holy seed.

With how much she had to give, tsunami wasn’t a far-fetched description.

Lewdly, plenty flew onto Twilight. It covered the back of her mane and came dribbling down her head, painting her in a physical representation of her loyalty to the cause besides what Starlight had already done to her body years ago.

But besides that, plenty more flew over Twilight. It got blasted out of Equestria’s future monarch, flew up and landed all over the two helpless captives, covering them in Starlight’s spunk. Not that she minded. She revelled in their pathetic state just like she revelled in Twilight begging her to use her pussy.

But eventually, it was done. Her massive tanks had emptied over three former princesses, and Starlight got off of Twilight…

Just for her to collapse onto the floor in a depraved heap.

Starlight didn’t bat an eyelid, she just grinned down at her before slowly cantering over to the door, her softening horsecock dangling beneath her. If she was lucky, those two would be getting some of it soon.

But that day wouldn’t be today, so she started making her way to the exit, leaving Twilight on the floor. “Now, Twilight, you better clean up every drop of my cum in this dungeon before I get back, including the stuff that’s on the prisoners.”

Blissfully, deliriously, in a post-orgasm haze, Twilight slurred out a response, unfocused eyes being stared at by two silent siblings. “Y-Yess… Mistresss…”

Hearing that, Starlight couldn’t wait to hear what the bitch would be like once she filled her guts with cum. “Oh, and while I’m making ponies equal I want you to be under my cloak tomorrow putting that tongue to good use. Got it? Good.”

Without leaving any room for debate, she left, and left the last of Equestria’s hope broken and covered in cum.

Author's Note

Not all chapters will just be brainwashed Twi’ by the way. I plan to include plenty of creativity when making these! :twilightsheepish: