Twilight wasn’t sure how long she lay on the bed, simply drinking in the powerful form of the stallion, her stallion. Sombra was every bit the epitome of masculinity, from his deep and broad chest, to his powerful legs. Every inch of him spoke of power, of strength, of an unquenchable ambition and the ability to try to satisfy it anyway. Sombra took on an amused expression as he waited for his broodmare to finish looking at him.

“Has it been so long, my most perfect of concubines, that you have forgotten how I look?” Sombra asked her. The rich, deep tones of his voice stroking Twilight’s innermost places and she felt her rear legs shift back and forth in an unconscious display of her need for her king.

“No, my King,” Twilight said, lowering her eyes submissively, which allowed her to look fully upon the long bulge on Sombra’s underside that again demonstrated his fitness to rule over all he surveyed, including her. “I was just taken aback by your majesty, Your Majesty.”

“Oh my little broodmare,” Sombra said with a small chuckle, as he moved onto the bed. Some would have bounced onto the thick mattress, others wobbled as the springs moved them from side to side. Sombra flowed onto the bed with the grace of a hunting panther, circling his prey. “Being with you after a day of administering my empire is truly one of the greatest rewards I have for conquering Equestria, and I never could have done it without you.”

The comment, meant as praise, instead confused Twilight. How had she been instrumental to her lord and master’s conquest? Wasn’t she Celestia’s faithful student? The desire for her king that Twilight had been feeling, began to dissolve into puzzlement as she tried to think her way through her confusion, but try as she might a strange fog seemed to fill her mind, keeping her from thinking her way through. Then all consideration of thinking vanished as Sombra leaned forward and staring nuzzling and kissing her throat just under her jaw, making her hum with pleasure.

“That’s my obedient and lovely broodmare,” Sombra said, kissing and nibbling his way down Twilight’s throat. “Don’t think so hard, just lean back and obey your king.” Twilight tried to muster a coherent reply, but all she could think of was how good Sombra’s lips and tongue felt on her neck as his mouth found the hollow of her throat.

“Now, my obedient concubine,” Sombra said, moving his lips away so that he could wrap himself around Twilight and spoon her. “Your Lord and Master wants you to tell him how you obeyed his orders to help bring down Celestia.”

Again, the pleasure Twilight had been drifting in fetched up against a rocky shoal of confusion as she tried to remember what it was she was supposed to have done for her King. She wanted to please him so badly. She could feel his shaft begin to press against her back as their closeness began to make him hard, and a burning ache began to grow in her. An ache that she knew would only be satisfied by her King rutting her silly and claiming her as his own once more.

Meanwhile, up in the observation room, Trixie and Derpy had been listening in and watching what had been going on. From their viewpoint, they could see a bed in a large, dark room. Their Twilight was lying on the bed, a collar around her throat and something odd strapped to her belly. The other Twilight, the Inquisitor, had climbed into the bed and was whispering things that made no sense.

“What in the name of Equestria is going on down there?” Trixie whispered to Derpy, who had an ear pressed to the other part of the headphones.

“I have no idea, Trixie, but I can tell Twilight’s been drugged,” Derpy said, certainty in her voice.

“How do you know?” Trixie asked, noting that besides the two Twilights there were only two other ponies in the room below them.

“Those bottles,” Derpy said, pointing to a black painted table off to one side with a small amount of glassware on it. “I recognize them from having to carry ones like them around for the Postal Service. They’re standard for carrying Zebrican potions, and that means drugs.”

“Drugs…” Trixie said, her voice trailing off as her mind sorted through possibilities. “Trixie knows what they’re doing to Twilight. Quick, look around and see if you can find any black outfits anywhere around.”

“Okay, “ Derpy said, getting up and moving toward a pair of lockers that were next to a door set in the opposite wall of the one they had entered through. “What are they doing?”

“It’s a sort of hypnosis thing,” Trixie said, becoming more certain that she was right with every word she spoke. “Trixie has occasionally had hypnosis as part of her act and she recognizes the signs. They given Twilight something to make her open to suggestion, and Trixie would bet every bit she’s earned that at least one of the other ponies is keeping up a steady stream of patter so that Twilight is only seeing what they want her to see.”

“What’s that?” Derpy asked, as pulled out a pair of black cloth bodysuits, complete with hoods, from the lockers with a flourish.

“Considering what we heard the Inquisitor say, Trixie would bet they have Twilight convinced that she is a willing and obedient servant of Sombra, in an Equestria that has been conquered,” Trixie said, checking what little gear she had with her. “Give Trixie one of those suits and get the other on.”

“Why?” Derpy asked, tossing Trixie one of the suits. “What are we going to do?”

“We, my friend are going to go down there and turn the tables on them,” Trixie said, grinning wolfishly. “We’re going to go down there, and take the place of those other mares, and remind Twilight that she is a brave and strong alicorn who is Trixie and Derpy’s princess.”

“What happens then?” Derpy asked, finding one of the shock batons they had seen earlier in the depths of the last locker she checked.

“Then, with any luck,” Trixie said, pulling the bodysuit on. “Twilight turns the tables on the Inquisitor and we finally get ourselves out of this crazy, mixed-up world. Oh, one important thing. Once we start this we have to let Twilight play things out to the end, otherwise it could mess up what is real and what is drugged fantasy in Twilight’s eyes.”

“Ready,” Derpy said, as she covered her distinctive blond mane beneath the hood of the bodysuit.

“Same,” Trixie answered, before summoning her sword again with a whispered “Nocte.” Together the pair made their way through the door and silently down a flight of stairs. A viewport in the door let them make sure the doorway was clear and ensure that their targets hadn’t moved.

“Remember Derpy,” Trixie said, in hushed tones, “Trixie takes out the one by the bed, you take out the other one, got it?”

“Here, I won’t need this,” Derpy said, passing Trixie the stun baton and pulling out a nasty looking blackjack from somewhere. “I’ve got my own.”

Trixie raised an eyebrow and pushed open the door, which opened in utter silence on oiled hinges. She moved with slow and careful steps, doing her utmost to be quiet. She shot a glance over at Derpy, who was barely visible in her black against the black background of the walls, and was moving like smoke on the wind, drifting in behind her target, who was busying themselves with something on the table of potions.

Trixie turned her attention back to the mare by the bed, that was her objective. As she came up behind the black clad pony, she could see the thin mare whispering into a speaking trumpet that went under the bed.

“You love your king. Your king is handsome. Your king is strong. You want to obey your king. You want to tell him everything,” the mare was saying in a voice just above a whisper. So intent was the mare on her task that she never noticed Trixie until the touch of the stun baton sent her tumbling into unconsciousness. Trixie caught the mare as she fell and set her gently on the floor.

A quick look around saw Derpy beginning to examine the potion bottles on the table, and selecting one, she placed it in the mouth of her own downed target and tipped the bottle back, rubbing the sleeping pony's throat to make her swallow. Trixie smiled and lifted the speaking tube to her lips. Time to teach these motherbuckers why you don’t mess with Princess Twilight Sparkle and her friends.

“You are powerful. You are strong. No king is your equal. You are Twilight Sparkle and you are in control,” Trixie began repeating the words over and over, like a mantra to wipe out the previous submissive sayings.

Twilight moaned with desire for her king, trying to lift herself up so she could make the hardness against her back slide inside of her, and satisfy the aching need she had to be filled by Sombra. To feel his length stretch her to her limits, to ride his staff until she felt it well up inside her until his warmth exploded in her core, melting her into whatever he wanted her to be.

Control your thoughts, Twilight, the voice from earlier said again, and this time Twilight thought she could see a flash of shiny black and silken orange. Control your passions, use them as your strength.

“Control,” Twilight murmured to herself, feeling a strange sense of power come over her.

“Was that my command to you, my helpless alicorn?” Sombra asked, in her ear. “Who is Control? Who is your control?”

Take control, be strong, be Control, Shaushka’s voice said once more, and the words caught flame at last and Twilight felt a fire ignite in her mind.

The inferno burned away all trace of the submissive mare who had been there a moment before, leaving somepony who was still burned with desire, and knew exactly how she was going to satisfy it. Twilight rolled suddenly and stood, standing over the charcoal stallion beneath her and pinning his forelegs with her own. Her desire for him warred with her revulsion at all the crimes she could suddenly remember that he was guilty of. Desire won. Twilight Sparkle would make Sombra pay for his crimes, in her own way.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Sombra asked, both shock and anger in his voice. “Release me at once!”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Twilight said, almost purring as she kept up the pressure, even as she rubbed her chest against Sombra’s. “You see, my memory’s pretty sketchy right now. I can’t seem to remember how you managed to get me pregnant, or in your bed, but there is something I do remember.”

“What is that?” Sombra asked, and for the first time Twilight could see fear in his eyes.

“Celestia was my teacher, my mentor, and my friend,” Twilight said, pushing the point of her horn against the soft flesh underneath Sombra’s jaw. “I loved her like a second mother, and somehow, I don’t know how, you used me against her.”

“Wait, stop, abort,” Sombra began sputtering in panic, trying to wriggle out from beneath Twilight. “Stop this now, get her off of me.”

“No, Sombra,” Twilight said, flaring her magic and feeling it burst through something like an eggshell around her, as she used it to clamp Sombra’s lying mouth closed. “There is no escape for you, but I will give you one chance for survival. You’ve started a fire in me. Quench it or die.”

Sombra looked up at her, eyes wide in shock and astonishment, as he seemed to try to call out to someone, but whatever he was trying to say couldn’t make it past his clamped together mouth. He tried to wriggle free again, only to freeze as Twilight tightened her grip on him, and she felt the blood in her veins sing as she marehandled him.

“Oh no, your Majesty,” Twilight said, a smirk on her face. “Your guards can’t save you, so don’t even try. You want to survive this, then you need to survive reaping what you’ve sown.”

Keeping up the pressure on the captive king, Twilight eased her body down Sombra’s torso until his flare just parted her outer lips and she looked down at him with both a sigh of satisfaction and an expectant look. Sombra made one last attempt to call out to his guards for help, and when that failed he sighed and rolled his hips upward, pushing the barest inch or two of his impressive length into Twilight’s winking slit.

“That’s it, Sombra,” Twilight said, almost purring in pleasure. “Give me everything you have, you wicked, wicked, stallion.” Mounted, clamped, and at Twilight’s mercy, the dark lord of the Crystal Empire had no choice but comply. Slowly he pumped his hips, each stroke pushing him in a little deeper, grinding a little further, until he pushed all the way in to his medial ring. Twilight arched upwards, moaning in bliss as she began rocking her own hips in time with Sombra’s motions, feeling his royal girth spread her wide.

“What’s going on?” Derpy whispered to Trixie. The blond mare had gone around the room making sure all the entrances were barred and there were no other surprises in the room.

“Twilight’s getting some of her own back from that Inquisitor,” Trixie whispered back. “As long as she’s in control we should just let her handle things.” Derpy nodded her agreement and went back to making sure their two prisoners weren’t going to escape. She was just finishing wrapping the ponies muzzles in soft fabric from the curtains when an orgasmic cry rippled out from the bed.

“YES!” Twilight cried out in ecstasy as the combination of her and Sombra’s motions worked together to allow the wide medial ring on Sombra’s dick to penetrate her increasingly slick passage. “Oh, Celestia yes. Split me wide and fill me up. Breed me again, you regicidal pony.”

Beneath her Sombra seemed become less Twilight’s captive and more of her willing toy as his own eyes began to roll back in pleasure. His thrusts becoming longer and he pushed himself deeper into Twilight, continuing to drive his way into her velvet depths. The breathing of both mare and stallion grew ragged as they picked up the pace, each running a race that was travelled inches at a time. The musky scent of sex and breeding filled the air around them and both ponies were soaking the bed sheets as fluids flowed freely from them. After some unknowable length of time Twilight and Sombra’s hips met as he hilted himself within her stretching Twilight to her utmost.

“Don’t you dare finish, Sombra. You cum now and you’ll fail your test. You want to pass, don’t you?” Twilight asked, tiny shudders rippling up and down her sides as Sombra nodded in understanding at her and he stopped trying to push himself even deeper into her. “Good boy.”

With Sombra frozen into rigid immobility beneath and within Twilight, she began to pump herself along his rigid length. She felt his ring scrape along her walls, felt his flare push against her womb and she felt the pleasure of having power over such a creature as Sombra, war with the pleasure his shaft was generating in her. Every sensitive spot and nerve inside of her was being touched, driving her toward her peak.

The power I have over him right now, Twilight thought, trying to concentrate. This is incredible. Is this what Alyss felt like when I was hers? No wonder she didn’t want to give it up. It’s like being a goddess.

At last, with a shriek of pure joy, Twilight came around the shaft within her. She could feel the power and magic within her explode outward in a wave, with that wave the fog around Twilight’s mind was blasted away as her perceptions cleared. She looked down at the pony beneath her and was surprised to see her counterpart there, muzzle still clamped shut by a ring of lavender magic.

“Wait, you’re not Som—” Twilight stopped herself as the aftershocks of her orgasm overrode her vocal control and burned away the last traces of the drugs in her system. As the last traces of the chemicals were metabolized her memory came rushing back. The pony beneath her whimpered softly and Twilight removed her magic from the Inquisitor's muzzle, allowing the lavender unicorn to speak again.

“I...I’m sorry,” she said, from under Twilight. “I didn’t believe it was possible, that it even could be possible. But you really are an alicorn, aren’t you? Nothing else could have done what you have over the past while. Could I ask you one question, though?”

“Sure,” Twilight said, using her magic to unstrap a fake belly from her torso. “What is it?”

“Could you um, get off of me?” the Inquisitor asked, and Twilight looked down and suddenly realized that the two of them were still intimately connected via the double-ended strap-on dildo the mare had attached to her.

“Oh!” Twilight said, her awareness of the fullness inside of her returning, along with all the nerves in that part of her body telling her that things were fine just as they were, and staying where she was would be a fine and wonderful thing.

“Please?” the purple unicorn asked. “I’m sorry, I was wrong. You really do love Celestia, don’t you?”

“She was like a second mo-other to me,” Twilight said, letting out a small gasp as she lifted herself off her prong of the dildo, its surface gleaming wetly in the light. She looked down at where the tool went into her counterpart, noting with some satisfaction that the two of them had produced enough cum between them to utterly ruin the sheets they had lain on. The Inquisitor did not attempt to move or rise herself, even after Twilight got off of her. Instead she continued to lay submissively on her back, and Twilight could tell she was a defeated mare.

“Ahem,” said a voice to one side and both Twilights turned their heads to look at where Derpy and Trixie stood, having parted the curtains. Trixie face was curled in a sly smirk of satisfaction, while Derpy stood with a hoof to her chest, breathing deeply her face flushed.

“Hi girls,” Twilight said, with a smile. “Have any problems?”

“Nothing the Great and Powerful Trixie couldn’t handle,” Trixie said, drawing herself up to her full height then smiling and pulling Derpy close. “At least not without her Great and Powerful Companion, Derpy.” Twilight smiled and cast a quick spell to clean herself off, which drew a question from the Inquisitor.

“How are you doing magic?” the other Twilight asked. “Even for an alicorn, you shouldn’t be able to channel a lick for at least a few more hours.”

“If you are anything like me, you have the knowledge and the logic to work it out,” Twilight said, confidently. “Go ahead, I can wait.”

“Just like that?” the Inquisitor asked, finally moving to roll to her stomach. “You aren’t going to take me down and make a break for it? Why not?”

“Because we aren’t the sort of ponies you think we are,” Twilight said, looking her embittered opposite in the eye. “I get the feeling a lot of ponies who have met you, weren’t the kind of ponies you thought they were. Tell you what, I’ll tell you how I’m able to use magic if you tell me how things got so bad since I was here last.”

The Inquisitor's face went through a complete run of emotions. Anger at first, outrage and shock next, followed realization, shame and guilt.

“I’ve ruined so many lives,” the unicorn said, her head hanging low. “I was trying to keep Equestria safe but it’s obvious all I did was make things worse. I’m a horrible pony.”

“I’m not the one to judge you for anything, except for what you did to me and my friends,” Twilight said, accepting a glass of water from Derpy with a nod of thanks. “Even that wasn’t beyond belief, just really over the top paranoid.”

“Over the top?” Inquisitor said, heat and passion at last coming back to her voice. “Do you have any idea what we’ve been through? The sacrifices we’ve had to make?”

“Actually, I don’t know,” Twilight said, trying to calm her opposite number’s whipsawing emotions. “Me and my friends aren’t from this Equestria, remember? Maybe you should explain it all to us.”

“All right, fine,” the Inquisitor said, slumping back down. “I’m beaten anyway and you’ve taken away just about the last thing that’s kept me going.”

“There is no darkness so deep, that the light can’t touch it,” Derpy said, putting a leg around the Inquisitor’s shoulders. “You’ve done bad things, but for the right reasons. Start doing good things for the right reasons, and you’ll find your way again. We know about how the war was a few years ago, when Princess Twilight was here last. It sounded bad, but not like this. What happened?”

“We know about when you were last here after Applejack Apple sent in her report years ago about a strange alicorn,” the Inquisitor said. “I’m assuming that was you seeing as she telegrammed us to let us know ‘that weird pony is back’.”

“I thought it might have been her,” Twilight said, nodding sagely. “It was the only explanation for why you were waiting for us at the station and why your versions of Rainbow Dash, Pinkie and Maud sought us out on the train.” The other Twilight nodded in confirmation.

“Anyway, when you showed before we had brought Sombra’s advance to standstill,” the Inquisitor said. “Sure, it took every ounce of industry, bravery and intelligence Equestria possessed but we had Sombra stopped cold. All we had to do was hold our positions until the Crystal Empire ran out of resources and it would have been all over.”

“What happened?” Trixie asked. “Something obviously went wrong, what was it?”

“Chrysalis,” Inquisitor Twilight said. “Sombra concluded an alliance with the changelings and suddenly we had infiltrators everywhere. Sabotage was rampant, several important leaders were assassinated, and we were on the back hoof again. Things came to a head one day when a team headed by Chrysalis herself tried to kidnap Princess Luna. They failed, but only just.”

“Luna?” Twilight asked, surprised. “She’s not Nightmare Moon anymore?”

“No,” Inquisitor Twilight replied. “Princess Celestia was able to use the Elements of Harmony, but the best she could do was to suppress Nightmare Moon. To keep Nightmare Moon in check, Princess Celestia created an enchanted bridle with the six Elements bound to it and sealed it to her sister.”

“Wow,” Derpy said in amazement.

“Anyway, after the attempt on Princess Luna, Princess Celestia realized something had to be done to stop the changelings before they tore Equestria apart from the inside out,” Inquisitor Twilight said, drawing a breath. “So, she created the EIA, the Equestrian Intelligence Agency, with the power of search, seizure and summary justice. We were allowed to completely bypass the courts, seize, arrest and interrogate who we wanted and how. The only restriction is that we have to be utterly loyal to the Crown.”

“That’s insane, “ Twilight burst out, aghast at what she was hearing. “What about due process, what about the law, what about HARMONY!”

“You have to understand,” the Inquisitor said, looking down with haunted eyes. “After the attempt on Princess Luna, Sombra and Chrysalis started sending in their abominations as well. Ponies that were changed...on the inside. Some were suicide attackers, some had no idea they had been altered as living weapons until it was too late. At one point, we were about three weeks from total collapse and surrender.”

The lavender unicorn pony looked up, and her eyes were no longer haunted. Now, they were filled with fury and defiance, along with terrible pain. Twilight could almost see the terrible wounds her counterpart had inflicted on her own soul to keep Equestria safe. The Inquisitor knew she was damned for her deeds, but had accepted it as the price to keep her kingdom safe.

“We did what we had to,” Inquisitor Twilight said, a suspicious sniff in her words. “I’m not proud of what we did, or how we did it, but the final testament is that the methods and actions of myself and my fellow EIA inquisitors managed to pull Equestria back from the brink.”

“And now there are peace talks happening,” Trixie said, trying to channel a bit of magic and getting a single spark for her trouble. “The war is over.”

“The war is likely over,” the Inquisitor said, with a rueful chuckle, “because Princess Celestia is about to surrender to Sombra.”

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