Kingdom of Shadows

Twilight Sparke gave the spell a critical look. Long, lavender lines of magic traced patterns across her bedroom. Spheres filled with complex runes, various geometric shapes and soft motes of purple light hummed quietly, illuminating her quarters and giving the room an otherworldly ambience.

As with any complex magic, preparation was key. A few more hours spent on triple-checking could save a magician's life. Manipulating vast quantities of arcane could very well damage the complex spell and energy without a complex web of directions and directives to guide it's course runs rampant, wreaking havoc in it's wake.

The purple unicorn sighted with exhaustion - it took her all week, but the spell was now ready. Occupying the majority of her quarters lay an intricate network of lesser enchantments, runes and arcane circuitry; lavender geometric shapes whirred and buzzed, pulsing with dormant power, just waiting to be released and cast.

Examining one particularly slowly rotating purple cube, Twilight gave it a nudge with her magic. It soon joined several others, once in a while two or three cubes synchronizing their rotation, then spinning away in seemingly chaotic manner. She scrunched up her nose in thought. Every last part was working in tandem with others. The now complete spell, sleeping and purring before her, like a great wild arcane beast. Just waiting to be awakened.

Summoning spells existed since the dawn of civilizations. When the first great sages discovered the neighboring planes, they quickly came in contact with the denizens of the other worlds. Meeting all manner of different creatures and beasts, history tells us that they came together, united, to write pacts and alliances between one another.

Seeing usefulness of each race's innate traits, through magic, they employed one another for mutual benefit. Rituals were devised, the arcane groundwork was put into place to allow for conjuration and planar travel. For generations, great magi summoned powerful and ancient creatures to do their bidding. In harmony, they worked together for the greater good.

Then, the great shadow came. It engulfed all, shattered pacts and friendships forged throughout the ages. The dragons returned to their homeland and the luminous folk retreated to their own sunlit pastures, disinterested by the mortal affairs. There were others too, far too numerous to list, and now all but forgotten by Equestria.

Nevertheless, they all came together for the last time, and made their stand against the enemy. Amongst the primordial trees, in the ancient woods, steel clashed against steel. Untold numbers of lives were extinguished under the moonlit night. But despite their sacrifices, the shadow could not be defeated.

Only cast out.

Imprisoned and forgotten, by all but one.

Twilight took a deep breath and all tried to compose herself. She closed her eyes and lit her horn, activating the very first enchantment in the luminous contraption dominating her bedroom. Lines traced upon the air, now sparkling with magic, and at the very core, an intricate rune circle, began to shine brightly.

The spell hummed as it came to life, purring with the steady flow of magic supplied by the unicorn over the course of it's creation. Sparkling and singing, various enchantments activated and came to life, slowly filling Twilight's quarters with bright light.

The summoning spell was an amalgamation of known magics, coupled with a few of good guesses and approximations derived from dusty old tomes. Conjuration magics still existed; dragons seldom answered the calling though, and when they did, the great wyrms demanded outrageous payments of gold and gems.

The luminous folk from the sunlit pastures were even more withdrawn from pony affairs, for not one did answer a summon in over four hundred years. Eventually, the pony sages ceased practicing their art, death claiming the last summoners of old. Conjuration was now forgotten. A relic of the past.

Twilight kept feeding the spell a steady stream of magic; she hazarded a look at the array of spinning cubes. Now singing in harmony, they were the most crucial and uncertain part of the enchantment. Most of the other components were taken straight from other conjuration magics.

This though, a part exclusive for contact with the shadow plane was an untested and highly theoretical piece of work. Twilight spent far too many dreamless nights, drawing diagrams and making calculations, for it to simply fail. The arcane contraption chirped and whizzed, cubes slowly modulating both the colors and sounds they were producing.

Suddenly, moved by some unknown force, all the cubes blinked with searing white light and turned in unison.

The unicorn allowed herself to smile. It looked like the spell had found something.

Somethings was amiss. Celestia stirred from her slumber and slowly craning her majestic neck, gazed upon the full moon. The silver orb dominated the star specked sky. It seemed bigger tonight, too. An image of a crying mare on the moon's bright surface brought pain to the sun regent's heart.

As she walked towards the center of her private dais, Celestia could not shake the feeling of impending doom. Standing on the marble structure overlooking her sleeping city, the princess shivered.

And then she saw it. Not with her pony eye, but with a sense far more complex and delicate than ones used by mortals. Cracks upon the walls she herself helped to erect a millennium ago.

"I strived to be vigilant in my task," she told the cold night's air as the stars winked at her from afar. "The barriers are breached. It is only a matter of time before the gate creaks open. Where I too blind or too proud to notice as the locks weakened over the centuries?" The white alicorn stood still for a couple of moments, then slumped her shoulders and lowered her head.

Tears appeared on Celestia's cheeks as she whispered, "I will see you soon, sister."

She did not know whether the shiver that came was caused by cold night or fear.

Celestia could not sleep under this new, strange, starry sky.

Dust and smoke filled her bedroom.

Twilight panted heavily as she tried to stand up on shaky legs. The spell worked. There was some more feedback than she anticipated, but she managed to pull through. Sweat covered her body from exhaustion and a bit of moisture made itself known between her haunches. Twilight blushed and cursed herself for having such a sensitive horn.

Unfortunately with a spell requiring this much power such... Accidents, were unavoidable. Conflagration of her possessions was the least of Twilight's worries, though. She shook her head and looked around to assess the aftermath of the spell. Slowly, the dust settled and she spied two pony shaped figures trotting cluelessly through the smoke. Two? So the fail-safe worked. Too well it seems.

The unicorn lit her horn once again and with no small amount of effort blew all the smoke out of the window. She could now see that her bedroom suffered some fire damage. More importantly, two alien ponies were now staring directly at her.

Both looked more or less like the ponies from Equestria. They seemed to be around her age. There were some differences, though. Dark coats on both stallions, curiously shaped ears, pointy and ending with a bit of fluff. Almost predatory. And their eyes. Catlike, golden. Piercing her with their stare.

Stallions. And handsome ones at that. Twilight gulped and clamped her tail tighter against her privates. Suddenly, flashes of the Shadowking - a great, burly stallion, not unlike one of her visitors, taking her on a bed of stars, filled Twilight's vision. She desperately needed a distraction.

The protocol! Right, all summoning rituals involved a protocol. Twilight offered the two guests an uncomfortable laugh-shiver and picked up the scroll she prepared earlier from the floor. Fortunately, it did not fall prey to the fire.

"Ahem", Twilight started, "Thou who hath answered my summons, I welcome thee, to the realm in-between. From the shade, thou hath come, now heed my word and my will be done." She finished reciting the ancient rite, it's solemn tone spoiled a bit by a building pressure inside her. She could swear she heard a drop of moisture from her nethers make a little tap as it fell onto her chamber's floors

The two stallions looked at one another with confusion. "What... did she," tried to whisper the smaller one. He was quickly silenced by the larger with a blow to the back of his head.

"The call is answered, the darkling hath arrived. Thine will compels me, thine words be law," answered the larger, burly stallion. He had a commanding aura around him, he stood straight looking Twilight right in the eye. There was no hint of fear in his voice or posture. This made Twilight blush even more.

"Oh! The summoning rite! Of course, of course! But why? And how? I believe there were barriers placed all around the gloom... Why, it was the first great Darkseer who did most of the legwork, fascinating pony. I believe I've read some of his works regarding..." the smaller darkling started to ramble, largely ignoring the displeased look on his companion's face.

Twilight took this change to asses him more thoroughly. His made was pretty unkempt and messy. Midnight blue. His coat was gray, dull and she believed she could spy splotches of what looked like ink in a few places. Curiously, Twilight noted a lack of cutie marks on both darklings.

"Ah yes. My name is Shem by the way. My pleasure to meet you!" he blurted out in Twilight's vague direction, then continued trotting around and talking. "This is monumental! First encounter since the Upheaval, I believe! I should write it down. Now why didn't I bring my pen?"

"I-I'm Twilight Sparkle," offered the purple unicorn, a little shaken by the darkling's ramblings. She took a better look at Shem's companion; his coat was almost black and had a blue shine to it. His mane, expertly styled was dark blue. Twilight also noticed a silver necklace around his neck.

Now he was staring at her again. His eyes. Flashes of kings and soldiers appeared again. Sweaty stallions, velvet ropes. Aching in her nethers. She whimpered softly as her eyes darted around her bedroom. Quick, think of something else!

"You may call me Darshe'var Hassam'an Ysmad'iram, mistress," said the larger stallion, now slowly advancing towards panicked Twilight. Shem raised an eyebrow at this introduction and looked at the black darkling with interest.

"You have summoned us, Queen herself knows how, but the ancient pacts still hold unbroken. By the laws of our forefathers, how may we be of service?" asked Darshe, now only a few paces between him and the purple unicorn.

It was at this point that something broke inside Twilight's brain. Her was face now red with embarrassment and excitement. Two stallions from her dreams were apparently pledging their services to her. She eyed Darshe again and whimpered, feeling how unmistakable mare-juice made it's way down her hindleg. Celestia will have her hide for this.

"On the bed," she instructed the black darkling. The princess will send her to the moon. Then again, she was a naughty, naughty unicorn. So it's not like she had any choice, right?

"Shem," she said with shivering voice, managing to get the attention of the gray darkling, previously fascinated by the telescope in the back of her bedroom. Twilight motioned for him to come closer. She looked at Darshe. He was now visibly uncomfortable, trying to stand on her wobbling mattress. The purple unicorn licked her lips.

She pounced the darkling and using his confusion to her advantage, turned him on his back. Darshe looked her in the eye with a hint of fear and uncertainty. Twilight managed a sultry look and licked his jawline. Then, with a flurry of kisses, she made her way towards his lips.

They kissed for what seemed like eternity, both hesitant but aroused by the experience. Seeing no sign of protest in Darshe's eye, she made a small smile and trailed a path of kisses towards the darkling's tummy. Twilight could feel him tensing up to first, but thanks to her ministrations, Darshe quickly relaxed. Giving in to the pleasure, he started panting.

It wasn't long before Twilight saw it. Now erect, with a bit of precum already on the top, her dream stallion's member. Twilight gave it a cautious lick. Then another one, gauging the darkling's reaction. He was whimpering softly, looking right at her. She felt a rush of excitement, and without more thought took Darshe's stallionhood in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Shem looked at the pair on the bed with a red face. His throbbing stallionhood was making inself known, aching for release. He bit down on his bottom lip, looking around. His gaze continued to wander towards the pair on the bed, though. And then he saw it. Twilight raising her tail, moving it out of the way and granting Shem a look at her now exposed and glistening marehood.

His hooves moved on their own, eyes affixed to the place between the mare's legs. He was close now. Could almost touch it. He felt heat radiating off Twilight, and her needing nethers. Shem let out a primal snort, putting both his hooves on the unicorn's back.

He moved a bit closer, making his way onto the bed, now his member lining up to Twilight's opening. He heard her let out a cute moan. Shem could wait no longer, there, busy sucking off another colt, was the most beautiful mare he has ever seen. He needed her. He had to have her. And with one strong thrust, he entered her.

Twilight yelped as she felt the intruder stretching her insides. She was in heaven. Feeling both members, one ravaging her needing crevice, the other one in her mouth, spasming dangerously close to release. Some part of her mind told her to take things slow, or it would hurt, but she paid it no attention. Shem seemed to be fucking her gently, and just hard enough.

Twilight let out a soft cry, muffled by the large stallionhood occupying her mouth. She felt so wonderfully stretched and full. The unicorn started making small circles with her tongue, keeping her eyes on Darshe's face and marveling at his every little reaction to her teasing.

She could hear them both panting and moaning in their own rights. Their sweat intermingled with Twilight's own, was now staining her fur. Shem's speed increased and she almost lost it. He seemed to notice and slowed down, not willing to let her come just yet.

Twilight sucked hard on Darshe's stalionhood, massaging it with her tongue, determined to taste his seed before her own release. She fondled his balls with her free hoof, raising her rump at the same time to give Shem more leverage.

Twilight felt Darshe tense and thrust into her mouth a couple of times. Then, he spasmed and released sticky, salty substance into her muzzle. Twilight thought it tasted disgusting, but she could not bring herself to care. She moaned as she moved her head away, closing her mouth and swallowing some of it. One more spasm of black darkling's member stained her coat with cum.

Twilight let out another moan as she used her hooves to smear some of it over her small, supple breasts and underbelly. What a dirty little mare she was now. If the princess would see her like that...

Her train of thought was interrupted by Shem. She could hear him grunting on her back as he rode her into oblivion. He was going faster and, his forelegs clamped on her torso and eyes closed. He was getting closer too.

Twilight turned her head and licked Shem's cheek. Then, she took a good look at the stallion she had just serviced. Darshe,s sprawled upon her cushions, wore a smug grin of satisfaction upon his face. She didn't like his expression one little bit. Twilight narrowed her brow, looking at him intently. An idea came.

Although the purple unicorn felt heaven itself descend upon her, as Shem's ministrations proved to be more than satisfactory to her liking, she felt as if she needed more. After all, both darklings were hers to command. With a grin, she bent down and gave Darshe a deep kiss, letting him taste his own seed.

He tried to move her out of his way at first, pushing her away with his hooves, but he struggled againt her weight, combined with Shem's, who was busy mounting her and moaning into her mane. After a few moments, Darshe's defeat became obvious.

He started to clean up Twilight's muzzle with his tongue. She felt him explore her mouth, slowly caressing her cheeks from the inside, and touching her tongue with his own. When Twilight felt he did enough, she wrestled his tongue into submission and took his face in both her hooves. She looked him deep in the eye. He was afraid now. Good. Twilight smiled triumphantly and gave his nose a playful lick.

Twilight's hooves guided Darshe's face downwards, where he began licking her cum-stained fur. Without much protest this time. Shem meanwhile started kissing his lover's neck, biting her in between the kisses. As he felt Twilight move her rump in tandem with his thrusts, he redoubled his efforts.

The purple unicorn, voiced a constant stream of moans and cries, without regard for other occupants of the castle. She was close. Shem tensed up and released his seed right inside her. Twilight enjoyed the sensation - warm liquid filled her up and prompted her to squeak cutely. Shem spasmed again, clutching her in his hooves. She could feel some of the white liquid overflow and stain her sheets. She didn't mind.

Shem, now empty and spent, slipped out of her. The gray colt fell on his back, panting. He looked at Twilight with adoration in his eyes. She rewarded him with a cute smile. "Whoa," was all that he managed to say before he slumped down onto the bed. A few minutes later, he was sound asleep, dreaming of the purple mare.

As Darshe cleaned up his mistress, his efforts focusing now on the pair of young teats, he felt Twilight's guiding hoof pushing him downwards. She repositioned onto her back, spreading her legs as wide as she could and shoved the black darkling's muzzle right in front of her lower lips.

Darshe saw the cum coating his mistress' entrance and hesitated for a moment. He looked up and saw a smile and a pair of expectant eye. He couldn't disappoint. The black darkling hazarded an exploratory lick, tasting another stallion's seed. Twilight let out a soft moan as she felt him massaging her tender flesh with increasingly decisive strokes of his tongue.

Twilight lit her horn and with a swoosh of magic, Darshe was now on his back and she, riding his muzzle. "Go on," Twilight said innocently, when he look at her in confusion. She caressed his cheek with her hoof. After a bit of a struggle, she felt the darkling relax. His tongue was now exploring her cum-coated love canal, licking and kissing every inch of her treasure.

Moaning and caressing her delicate teats, Twilight began to slowly rock her hips, as she rode Darshe's muzzle. He was now completely hers. With a swish of her tail and a slight motion of her leg, she could have him where she needed him most.

It wasn't long before she cried out one last time, a violent release shaking her body. Twilight slid down to Darshe's muzzle and gave him a deep, tongue filled kiss. She could taste herself. After a while, she sensed that they were both exhausted. Twilight stopped the kiss and gave the panting darkling one more sultry look after which, she playfully licked his nose.

Slowly, she stood up and made her way toward's Shem's sleeping form. She slumped down next to him, embracing the gray darkling with her hooves. She waited. There it was. Awkwardly at first, Darshe made his way towards the two. She could feel his gaze on her neck.

Then, she felt the black darkling lie down next to her and a pair of hooves embracing her barrel. Twilight felt a happy sigh of a spent stallion on her neck.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face, exhausted by two creatures Equestria had not seen for a long, long time.