Sometimes, when she's sleepy, Twilight Sparkle has... thoughts? Ideas? No... the word doesn't come. Shadow weighs heavy on her mind, smothering all those unnecessary worries. Love is all she feels. Love is all she wants to feel.
King Sombra's embrace is so wonderful. Twilight drifts contentedly in an ocean of shadow, half in and half out of sleep. Sometimes He lifts her up to the tower's windows so that she can see the moon, or look over the dark and sundered empire that they rule together. But mostly she floats, caressed and cradled in His embrace. There are other ponies in the tower with her, warm bodies she loves and cherishes almost as much as Him, but she is His favorite. She knows because He whispers to her.
Memories! That is the word. Sometimes, Twilight thinks that she has memories of a time... without? Without King Sombra? This frightens her. She doesn't like the idea of being alone, of not spending every moment with her flesh covered in shadow. But still she's haunted by these images of places she doesn't recognize, of ponies in sparkling jewelery, of a great terrible fire in the sky that hurts and burns and cuts away shadow. She squirms and gasps, breathing in King Sombra's flesh, trying to drive the images from her mind.
And right away, King Sombra is there. The moment she begins to move His presence around her quickens, trailing smoke across her lips and down her legs. Twilight smiles and laughs, planting quick kisses on the tendrils that flit around her, her eyes wide open in hopes of catching a glimpse of His fires in the impenetrable darkness. She stretches playfully and allows herself to be lowered to the floor, licking her lips in anticipation for King Sombra to soothe her as only He can.
It's barely a minute before the light changes. Darkness peels away from the floor and the walls, allowing dim illumination to fill the room. The throne room is full of cracks, made entirely from broken and jagged crystals, and the floor beneath Twilight's hooves is rocky and uneven. The throne itself is empty. The shadowy mass of King Sombra swirls overhead, carrying five indistinct shapes within it. A single tendril of shadow links Twilight to Him, teasing at her mane to heighten her anticipation. As soon as the shadow has risen high enough to allow room, the great doors at the end of the chamber creak open. A crystal pony in chains shuffles inside.
The pony King Sombra has summoned doesn't seem fully aware of his surroundings. He is dirty and unkempt, and he moves without enthusiasm, but in his limbs Twilight can see the subtle grace and strength that all crystal ponies possess. She grins playfully and crouches down, taking a peek at his undercarriage. Her tail swishes back and forth. The memories are still there; candlelight is glinting off the stallion's shoulder, and it reminds her of light, and gemstones, and things with scales. But she doesn't mind so much now, because soon this gorgeous stallion will love her and make the nasty memories go away. King Sombra will make him make the memories go away.
The stallion sees Twilight for the first time, and some emotion comes to his face. A lot of the ponies King Sombra chooses make the same face, and Twilight tells herself that it must be joy. "No, no," the stallion says. He tries to back away, but the chains around his legs have locked themselves into the floor. "I didn't agree to this. Not this!" The doors crash shut behind him. Twilight scoots forward as King Sombra moves again, lowering another smokelike tendril towards the crystal pony. "Miss Twilight," he stutters, trembling visibly at the unicorn's approach. "I'm so sorry we... we couldn't get you out in... ah..." He freezes in place as Twilight puts her lips on his hoof, tasting his crystal skin beneath the thin layer of grime. She smiles and sighs contentedly, licking her way up the contours of his foreleg, brushing her muzzle against the hardened muscles of her soon-to-be lover. The stallion only whimpers, his look of what is surely joy becoming more pronounced. Twilight raises herself up and slides her forelegs up his body, kissing his chest, his neck, and then wrapping herself around him and staring into his eyes.
King Sombra finishes descending. Shadow wraps around the stallion's head, trailing down his back. The crystal pony screams. Twilight screams as well, closing her eyes and letting her worries pour out of her, and then cuts them off simultaneously as she mashes her lips against his. For a second she is simply kissing him, exploring the inside of his mouth with her tongue, receiving nothing in return but a confused whimper. But then a familiar tremble runs through the crystal pony's body. In her embrace the stallion stiffens, standing with power and confidence. His flat teeth extend into fangs, which Twilight nearly impales herself on as she licks and pants with increased gusto. Her eyes half open and she sees a crown of flame and spikes materialize on the stallion's head. The reflections in his eyes turn to glorious green and red lights. Then a snakelike tongue slips past hers and before Twilight is even aware the transformation is complete, the embrace is being returned with even more passion than her own.
Twilight's pants of desire swiftly turn to moans as King Sombra overwhelms her. His body is powerful and crystalline, but the force behind it is even stronger. His touch and taste drive all the troublesome thought from her mind; why would she ever think or dream of anything else when a force like this can love her so? She melts in His hooves, submitting completely to His strength as He moves upon her. The chains that had held His body break away as He steps forward, and Twilight is swept off her hooves and lowered onto her back. A bed of shadow keeps her suspended an inch over the jagged ground. She tries to drag the mighty King down on top of her, but King Sombra pulls away, teasing her with a last kiss. He circles her slowly, admiring her body with his new eyes, and Twilight does her best to please him; she flips her mane, purrs as she swishes her tail, and curls to rub invitingly at the increasingly damp space between her hind legs.
After a tantalizingly long time, King Sombra steps forward. He comes to Twilight from the side, stopping to plant another kiss on the end of her nose before stepping over her head. Twilight grins in delight as a new shape comes into view above her. King Sombra is fully erect, His crystal phallus barely shifting as He positions Himself, bumping Twilight on the end of her nose. She takes a moment to admire His selection; this one is slightly larger than that of most bodies the King occupies. Without needing instruction, she cranes her neck up and takes the tip of the chiseled cock into her mouth.
Sucking on a crystal pony is like eating a never-melting popsicle. The shaft stretches Twilight's lips as she takes it into herself, warming herself up by taking only the head. She does not worry about being gentle; He tastes like shadow and sweet crystal berries, but is as hard as a diamond and smooth as glass. With practiced ease she slides herself up on the cock until it reaches the back of her throat, then sucks powerfully until she runs out of breath. She withdraws and goes to teasing, leaning down and planting a tender kiss on both of King Sombra's hefty testicles before licking her way back up to the tip. Her touch is having an effect on the King; He tries to act aloof when Twilight touches him in this way, but she knows He gets as much pleasure of of it as she does. The sound of a low grunt makes Twilight grin in delight. His hips begin to buck forward and she takes his cock fully into her mouth again, allowing Him to take control. As He slides back and forth between her lips she reaches down again and rubs a hoof against her own moist slit, pressing harder and faster with each sound of pleasure from her beloved King.
After a few minutes of this, King Sombra moves again. Twilight eagerly begins to rise, but a powerful hoof pushes her down again. He turns and stands directly over her body, placing His own head over her rump, and then slowly lowers Himself. Twilight quickly catches His descending erection in her mouth, and gasps as His weight pushes it further and further down her throat. Once His full weight is upon her He stops, crushing Twilight's ribs and stomach with His own and leaving her gasping for air. Then He lowers His own head and begins to grind.
Twilight's eyes widen as her King's crystal pelvis rubs against her face, His shadowy tail obscuring her view. She desperately gasps for air as His massive cock pushes and pulls inside her throat, leaving no space for her to breathe. But then she feels a warmth between her own legs, and any thoughts of pain or panic are pushed aside. King Sombra's tongue lances across her aching cunt, licking the welcoming fluids from her engorged lips. His breath alone sends waves of heat through her quivering body. The fires of His tongue flick across her clit, raising the pitch of her muffled cries with each thrust of his hips. She wraps all four of her legs around her kingly lover, a dark blanket of pressure and pleasure, and slides her tongue along His length as He pounds into her face.
All too soon, King Sombra tenses up. He's barely begun to tease the inner fold's of Twilight's sex when He throws His head back and growls, sending a rumble echoing around the room. The crystalline flesh pulses in Twilight's mouth, and she lets out a strangled cry as shadow explodes down her throat, rolling her eyes back in bliss.
How many times has she done this? Twilight neither knows nor cares. Shadow floods and coils through her insides, filling her belly and bringing comforting coldness all the way to the tips of her hooves. Best of all, it worms its way into the corners of her mind, driving out the intrusive thoughts that bring her such discomfort. Even now, she can think of things that make no sense to her — things called eating and drinking, and parties, and speeches, and frowns — but she has never felt further removed from such absurdities. She can think of no more perfect place to be than here, in King Sombra's embrace, with her beloved King's pulsing cock stuffed firmly down her throat.
Well... perhaps one thing might be better...
Slowly, King Sombra lifts Himself off of her, grunting in satisfaction. Twilight tries to suck some more at his still-hard erection as it's pulled out of her, but has to stop as she chokes and gasps for air instead. The King stands back, grinning coldly. She takes a minute to calm herself, breathing deeply — neither of them are in any hurry — and then climbs up to her hooves, the smile returning to her face. She stares into her King's eyes, His eyes and smile on the body of that stallion, and then she begins to turn.
Shadow descends once more — not in tendrils, but completely, dripping down the walls to cover every inch of the room. All is cast in darkness.
Twilight poses and runs a hoof seductively down her side as the last of the light fades. She can make out the glow of her lover's eyes within the shadow, but nothing more. She turns away completely and presents herself, raising her rump as high as she can while lowering her front. Her tail sweeps to the side, exposing herself entirely to His eyes. She hears two hoofsteps crunch across the floor towards her before shadows sweep beneath them, muffling everything. She closes her eyes and smiles. There is only silence, and anticipation.
His touch is like fire and ice, burning and soothing in one. Twilight isn't pushed down as He mounts her, but lifted up. She floats in shadow with His weight pressing on her back, His legs wrapped tight around her, His lips brushing over the edge of her ear. And from behind...! King Sombra has not softened in the slightest after His release; Twilight is beginning to suspect that it is physically impossible for a crystal pony to become flaccid. He teases before entering her, tracing along her thighs before sliding forward. Despite being intimately familiar with the shape about to enter her, Twilight still gasps at the first hint of penetration. Everything feels larger between her lower lips.
The first thrust elicits a long, slow moan. The second, a shriek. The third, a high-pitched wail of pleasure. She bucks and twists as inch after inch snakes its way inside her cunt, feeling torn by the pressure but wanting more, more. His cock presses against her inner walls on all sides, stretching and straining as she squeezes Him inside her. By the time His weight collides with her flanks her mouth simply hangs open, frozen in a smile of absolute ecstasy.
Then the pounding starts.
King Sombra wastes no more time with teasing, rapidly pulling Himself almost all the way out of Twilight before slamming back into her. Twilight's submissive moans turn into a wall-shaking scream. Her passive pleasure blossoms into an inferno of shadow and sensation as He pounds into her again and again, quickly settling into a steady and powerful rhythm. Her rump ripples at each collision, her cunt twitching at every motion. She tries to keep up, throwing herself backwards at each forward thrust to catch just a little more of Him. When His cock is inside her, she wants it rubbing her; when it is rubbing her, she wants it inside her. Pleasure builds endlessly, setting off explosions of darkness behind her eyes, each one greater and more magnificent than the last.
"Fuck me, King Sombra." Twilight finds her voice amidst the pleasure, vocalizing the only words she has reason to speak aloud any more. "I love you, King Sombra. I love it when you fuck me." But no matter how often she says it, the words never come out quite right. Her lips don't come together quite as they should, and the sounds are forced and stilted, as though she is not used to saying such things. But of course, that doesn't make any sense. She closes her eyes and focuses on His presence, on His pounding in her pussy, of the glory of everything being right in the world. "Fuck me. Fuck your little Twilight. I love you for fucking me."
In the end, she has to trail off. She will practice more later; King Sombra likes it when she talks, and she will do anything to please King Sombra. But for now, the pressure inside her is just too much. She throws back her head and moans, but the sound fades away. King Sombra chews on her ear, but the pain fades away. All thoughts, all worries, all memories of anything other than this moment, all is crushed beneath the beautiful tide of pleasure. Nothing else exists in the whole wide world except herself, and King Sombra, and King Sombra's cock.
And then, suddenly, something else does exist. Twilight's outstretched hoof meets another, floating out within the shadow, and it clings to her and tugs at her consciousness. A new body enters Twilight's world, one with a billowy mane and delicate wings and a softness that reaches down to its core. "Twilight?" says a tiny little voice that somehow slips between her panting and the smack of flesh on flesh. "Are you hurt? What's going on?"
A new word flickers in the corner of Twilight's mind, a name this time, but she's too distracted to latch onto it. She grabs the new shape tightly — it squeaks — finds a mouth and kisses it, moans into the moistness there. Her tongue lolls out but strikes clenched teeth, her hooves reach down but get shoved aside. The shape breaks away and she cries out, aching for more to add to the crescendo between her legs. "Twilight," the body says again, trembling and shaking but in a different way than Twilight is. "What has he done to you?"
There's another sound, and the movement of shadows, and the body vanishes. King Sombra rams Himself into her as only He can, and Twilight cries out again. But while the pleasure continues, the smile on her face is gone. She was missing something in that noise. Of course, King Sombra is everything, being fucked by King Sombra is everything, but there was something in the noise the body made, and it makes her uncomfortable but she's missing something...
Crying. That was the sound of crying.
Crying.
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Twilight's eyes snap open. She can't see anything but the glow of sickening colours reflected off the darkness from somewhere behind her. The air is impossibly thick. The weight on her back is immense; she can barely breathe. Echoes of stimulation shoot through her, but they're immediately overwhelmed by burning, tearing pain. Her vagina feels like it's been smashed open with a hammer. Every thrust of the possessed penis inside her feels like another stab at her insides. She screams, tears of pain welling up in her eyes. Her throat aches, her chest burns, and droplets of something run down the inside of her ear. Sticky wetness clings to the inside of her thighs — she's bleeding! Why didn't she realize she was bleeding? She thrashes, but the crystal hooves on her hold her tight. "Fluttershy!" Twilight chokes, her voice cracking. "Help me!"
King Sombra roars. He clamps painfully onto Twilight's sides, never ceasing for a moment in his thrusting. His touch doesn't feel divine, only coarse and oily, like a pony who hasn't bathed in a thousand years. Shadows wrap across Twilight's throat and mouth, preventing her from speaking, and smokelike kisses slide across her lips. King Sombra's presence swirls around her, not only in the body he controls but in the very air she breathes. He strokes at her mane, caresses her skin, makes her floating more soft and comfortable than any cloud.
To her horror, something builds. The thrusting in her aroused vagina never ceases, and her body responds in kind. Twilight feels herself tightening around King Sombra's stolen erection, stimulation overwhelming her even as she tries to stop it. He assaults her from all sides, brushing over her clitoris, suckling at her undeveloped teats, teasing at the edges of her rectum. Sensation covers all of her, inside and out, and as she forces her mouth open he crawls inside of that as well, spectrally kissing her from the inside. Twilight squirms, but her body seems to melt away beneath her. Sensation blossoms until nothing else exists, and then...
Roars mix with whispers...
The crystal pony shatters...
There's another scream, and light, and shadow, and...
and...
Sometimes, when she's sleepy, Twilight Sparkle has... thoughts? Ideas? No... the word doesn't come. Shadow weighs heavy on her mind, smothering all those unnecessary worries. Love is all she feels. Love is all she wants to feel.
