“Signal,” Big Macintosh said, nudging Princess Celestia as he did so.

“What are you doing here?” demanded Luna, frowning as she turned her gaze on the farmer. “Thou should have evacuated with the others.”

“Beggin’ yer pardon, but mah sister’s in there.” replied the big stallion, one of the few who could even come close to looking the lunar alicorn in the eye.

“I understand,” responded Princess Luna, softening her tone. “Assist the Guard as best you are able, but no heroics. Fair Applejack would have my hide if anything happened to you.”

“Yes Ma’am,” answered the farmer, sketching a poor imitation of a salute.

“Attacking shortly, wait for double flash,” Celestia stated, finishing her translation of the blinking light coming from the castle. “Smart of them to use a heliograph. No magic for the enemy to detect.”

“So, we wait?” Luna asked, watching Big Mac’s physique with approval as he harnessed himself to the wagon load of apples he’d brought as food for the soldiers to eat.

“We wait,” confirmed the solar alicorn. “For now.”

Inside the castle under siege, Twilight blinked as her hood pulled back, allowing light to flood her eyes again. She started to chuckle at the realization that in spite of the suit working on her in it’s usual attempt to condition her into a biddable, obedient pony, she had actually fallen asleep and had a small nap. Her chuckle quickly cut off as the tightly fitting collar around her throat tingled her vocal cords with a small burst of electricity.

“You are to be seen and not heard,” stated 8263, Twilight’s dimensional sister, tapping her muzzle gently with a hoof. “Control has instructed that your hood and muzzle be removed, but that you are to remain silent. Ambient sound and voices will not cause you to be punished, but any attempt by yourself to speak or make noise will result in pain. Nod if you understand.”

Twilight nodded, taking a moment to look around her, and what she saw chilled her. Applejack was now fully enveloped by her suit, faint moans could be heard from the pony as shifting hindquarters tried to grind against what Twilight knew from experience to be maddeningly effective shafts buried in both intimate openings.

Even more worrisome was the fact that there was no longer any sign of her brother or sister-in-law, and the only thing to indicate that Rarity had been there was a large latex pod laying on the ground near Applejack’s encased and writhing form with a stylized representation of the fashionista’s cutie mark on it.

“Wh—” Twilight began, only for yet another jolt to tear through her throat and send it into spasm.

“Disobedience to Control will be punished,” 8263 commented, attaching a leash to her charge with familiar lavender magic. “Stand. Or does 8263 need to have the suit override your muscle functions?”

Even the small frustrated growl Twilight tried to give was immediately and ruthlessly countered with miniature lighting.

Any more of this and I’m not going to have much of a voice left, Twilight thought to herself, as she pushed herself up and onto her hooves was led her out of the room where Twilight’s captured friends and castle staff struggled to remain whole.

“Hello 614, I’m glad you could make it,” Celestia stated, a small smirk on her face as Twilight was lead into the map room that the invading copy of her beloved mentor had taken for her impromptu throne room. Glancing around Twilight noticed at least two of the latex ‘golems’ lurking high up in the shadowy upper corners of the room.

“You might be wondering why I’m not teaching you to surrender to my control personally,” Celestia continued, though it helped Twilight to think of her as “Breaker” instead. “That’s because I’ve been reconnecting with a very special pony that I found wandering lost in the halls.”

Breaker turned to one side and lifted the wing that that been on her far side from Twilight, revealing the symbiote bound 143, still wearing her little white maid cap and apron.

“Go ahead, my little pony. Tell 614 what you told me,” gently ordered the very smug sounding alicorn.

“There is going to be an attack. 143’s friends are going to attack Control and try to make her leave all the ponies here behind,” 143 said, her face twisted with the emotional pain of betraying her friends, but having no way to refuse the power of Control in her mind.

“And that is why you are here 614. You will be here to see that any attempt to resist me is futile, as 615 and 616 have begun to learn. They look so lovely harnessed together, but not as lovely as your misguided teacher and her crazed sister will,” gloated Breaker.

“You BITCH!” exploded from Twilight, who collapsed to the floor a moment later as the collar around her throat tore into her vocal cords with multiple jolts of lighting. The only blessing was that the electricity kept her from shrieking in agony as she writhed in pain.

“A smart pony would have realized that I’ve been doing this to you deliberately,” Breaker said, having stepped up close enough to pin Twilight to the floor with a single hoof. “Repeatedly goading you into using your voice even though you know that it will bring you pain. You see, I want ponies to see and recognize you. I want them to see me in complete control of you, And seeing as I can’t have you screaming out defiance at every opportunity, my only other option is to take away your ability to speak in a way that lets you stay unmuzzled or hooded.”

Twilight’s furious glare conveyed entire libraries of rebuttal to the Breaker’s explanation, even as the alicorn pinning her down enveloped her throat in warm, golden magic.

“Yes, that’s coming along nicely. One or two more shocks should permanently get rid of your annoying habit of speaking instead of obeying,” Breaker noted, before leaning down and adding, “if I were you, I’d make sure my last words counted for something.”

The only noise that came from Twilight was a huff of air as the full weight of the alicorn came down on her and then relented as Breaker took her hoof off of Twilight and resumed her place by 143 in the center of the room.

“I have to say that I’m impressed at how well 616’s training is coming along,” Breaker commented absently. “Another day or two and—”

Whatever else the solar alicorn was going to say was cut off by the sound of shattering crystal as Dashiel smashed her way in through one of the room’s upper windows, her metal wing scraping sparks along the ceiling as she rolled in flight, corrected for the room’s dimensions, and dove on the invader while 143 and every other pony who could dove for cover.

“Time to die, whorse!” yelled the pegasus in challenged as she charged, hoofblade extended in a classic spearing attack. One that her enemy parried and dodged with ease, but instead of simply landing and continuing the attack Dashiel used the imparted momentum of the parry to loop back upwards, flare her wings for a moment, and dive back down.

But where there had only been one pegasi, there were now two, as grey coated, butter maned Derpy fell artlessly in the fight, her lack of skill in the air covered by the more talented Dashiel.

“Oh, this should be fun,” declared the Breaker. “Global Command, all suits, full hobbles.”

Twilight immediately felt all four of her hooves drawn together and fixed into immobility, and as she looked around Twilight saw that every other pony in the room, converted or not, now found themselves similarly bound in place. Which included 8263, who flopped against her dimensional sister so that the two Twilights lay together in dark latex bondage.

“Give up, you can’t stop all of Equestria,” Derpy commanded, her grey body accented by a harness that held what looked like dozens and dozens of various items and pouches.

“You’ve got one chance, and you better take it,” added Dashiel, circling slowly around the enemy until she and Derpy were on opposite sides.

“Or you’ll do what? Kill me? Please,” mocked the Breaker. “Nightmare Moon was no match for me. Chrysalis couldn’t stop me. Land, poor wounded pony. Land and kneel to me and I will see to it that your suit has a living wing instead of that metal abomination.”

Dashiel’s response was to turn in and attack, blades flashing. Derpy waited a beat to get her timing right before stepping in as well, closing the range to engage in a series of hoof to hoof attacks. The Breaker simply shifted aside to avoid Dashiel’s second slashing charge, while meeting Derpy’s strikes with blocks and counters of her own.

Both pegasi responded by stepping back for a heartbeat to hurl thrown weapons, which their enemy blocked with a shielding wing reinforced by solar magic. Darts, knives and edged steel began to litter the ground between the combatants as the exchanges began to repeat.

Derpy and Dashiel would attack, weaving in and out of range, with Derpy mainly holding the inside line, and Dashiel making fast slashing attacks from the outer edges of the fight. Together they were a formidable force, but their best attacks were utterly failing to penetrate the Breaker’s defences.

“Oh well done, my soon to be ponies,” congratulated the white alicorn, stopping a needle a bare inch from her eye. “You don’t mind if I start striking back now, do you?”

Both ponies looked at each other for a moment, and their opponent used that split second diversion to burst briefly onto the offensive, charging toward Derpy and pressing her hard with a series of strikes that came so fast that the grey furred pegasus countered them more by instinct and training than actually seeing the incoming blows.

Seeing her ally in trouble, Dashiel dove in from the side to draw the Breaker away and succeeded as the alicorn turned to meet the new threat, batting Derpy aside with a vast expanse of snow white wing in order to give her some fighting space.

Instead of slashing in and back out again, as had been her wont, the warrior pony instead held her ground and exchanged cuts and parries in a flurry of moves. High and low, back and forth across the space, the two ponies battled with wing and hoof until warwing and magically strengthened feathers met and locked.

“That’s one, little pony,” Breaker said, looking over her shoulder to where Derpy was standing back up after recovering from her shattering impact with the far wall. “When you get to four, you are mine.”

Derpy’s face looked more confused than normal for a moment, before she realized that there was a pressure around her left front fetlock. Lifting the limb, she saw that it was now encircled by a seamless silver cuff that her enemy had somehow locked onto her while they had fought.

“Time for a matching pair,” Breaker stated with a smile, disengaging her block before resuming the pass of arms with Dashiel. A series of strikes and blocks later found Dashiel being buffeted aside as well, but unlike Derpy she was able to stop herself from striking the far wall. However, as Dashiel extended her forelegs to begin another charge in, a glint of silver on her left foreleg declared that she too had been partially cuffed.

She’s toying with them, Twilight realized, as both ponies bravely charged into the fight again. Those are two of the best fighting ponies I’ve ever seen, and she’s playing with them!

All three ponies were a blur of motion as they fought. Kicks, punches, wing strikes flew back and forth, while knives flashed and blades slashed at the speed of thought. Twilight concentrated for all she was worth on the motions of the trio and even with her alicorn senses stretched to their maximum she was barely able to catch the moment when Breaker manifested a pair of silver shackles and bound each of them to the right rear fetlock of her opponents.

“That’s two,” smiled the evil alicorn, as both Dashiel and Derpy backed off to assess their growing level of captivity. The look on their faces showed that they were realizing how truly outmatched they were.

HOW?? Twilight demanded in the vault of her mind. How is she so fast? Dashiel kept up with Princess Luna, and Celestia isn’t anywhere near the fighter Luna is. Celestia only beat her using the Elements.

Desperation colouring their moves now, the fighters engaged their opponent with every bit of fighting skill and warrior craft they possessed. Dashiel’s fighting wing was a blur, slashing and hacking away so furiously that the Breaker was forced to pull up stones from the floor to use as impromptu shields as her magical shields failed under the onslaught.

Derpy attacked from the opposite flank, her kicks and strikes things of martial beauty, only being denied their rightful due by the barest of margins; and under the combined onslaught the alicorn enemy was finally forced back as she began to show some strain. Sensing an opening, both pegasi lunged in only to find themselves tossed aside once more, this time by one of the stone chairs that had once been part of the room’s furnishings.

Recovering, both ponies found that yet a third binding had been sealed about their limbs, leaving only their left rear legs unbound.

“Master Derpy, it has been an honor,” Dashiel said, setting her jaw defiantly.

Think Twilight, think, chastised Twilight to herself. Everything has an explanation, except for Pinkie, and the Breaker isn’t Pinkie.

So Twilight thought, shutting out all her senses to concentrate on her memories of what she had seen and heard. Everything she had been told about her enemy filtered through her, every detail and nuance, no matter how slight, was added to each hypothesis that was created and discarded in flashing moments of thought until the pony occasionally called “The Book Princess” had a solution.

She’s gone insane, and 8263 said they’ve only been here a few hours when Breaker said that she had been here for days. And hours makes sense because Celestia and Luna would already have been trying to break down her shield. Twilight summed up in her thoughts. Which means she’s manic. Hyperactively manic as only an alicorn can be, and that’s why she’s so hard to beat. Because for her a few seconds are like a full minute and she sees everything coming at her in slow motion!

My friends need an equalizer, something to bring Breaker down to their level. Starswirl’s Mindful Quiet would do the job, but the suit won’t let me cast, and even if I could... Twilight’s thoughts trailed off as her eyes fell on the lean form of her dimensional sister laying against her.

8263 had used magic to attach a leash to Twilight earlier, which meant she had access to her own magic and could cast the spell, but the only way she would know to was if Twilight spoke the code phrase to let Bookworm’s true personality rise back up to the surface, and then tell the unicorn which spell to cast. Speaking either phrase would likely cause Twilight’s collar to render her permanently mute through direct trauma to her vocal cords and nerves.

But both sentences, spoken one after the other, would guarantee it.

“Helmuth. Speaking. For. Boskone,” Twilight ground out, ignoring the pain from the collar as best she could and forcing the phrase out of her throat in individual gasps of breath.

“I’m here. I know what’s been happening. What do you need?” Bookworm asked a moment later, still laying against Twilight, while Derpy and Dashiel began to circle around their enemy for one last ‘Do or Die’ attack.

“Star. Swirl’s. Mind. Full. Quiet,” Twilight gasped out, every syllable tearing and ripping at her voice, and using every ounce of her willpower to get those last vital words out and not collapse into unconsciousness. The last ragged whisper from Twilight’s mouth was, “On Breaker.”

“On it,” Bookworm responded, her horn glowing in time with a lavender aura that pulsed for a moment around the enemy alicorn’s head before disappearing.

Derpy and Dashiel attacked in that moment as well, and the Breaker found herself surprised as the final pair of shackles she manifested to bind the duo were parried and knocked aside.

“How did you do that?” Breaker demanded, surprised. Then her eye caught Bookworm’s glowing horn and instantly made the connection. “Traitor. Suit 8263, full lockdown.”

Bookworm only had time for a brief inhalation before her suit hooded, gagged and muzzled her. All Twilight could do was to give a comforting nuzzle to the pony bound against her, both of them having paid the price to give Derpy and Dashiel a chance.

Nor was it a chance that the two pegasi chose to waste. Reinvigorated by their success at blocking the last shackle, both fighters attacked with renewed energy and determination and their furious combined assault bore fruit as Dashiel at last managed to score a long, but shallow slice along the Breaker’s flank.

“HOW DARE YOU!” roared the alicorn, erupting in a magical blast that knocked both pegasi back.

“143 will help Control,” declared the conditioned slave pony, running out from her hiding spot and to her controller’s side with a fast acting bandage kit at the ready.

“Thank you, 143. You are indeed a good and obedient pony,” stated Breaker, before shooting a venomous glare at the ponies who had managed to make her bleed. “As for you two…”

Breaker’s horn again glowed golden and both pegasi found themselves unable to move as they were gripped and held in the solar alicorn’s magic. Derpy and Dashiel tried to struggle, only to feel the power holding them begin to tighten and constrict, pushing the air from their lungs and making their bones creak under the strain and utterly missing a double blink of pale blue light from the window Dashiel had smashed through.

“I die FREE!” Dashiel screamed with her last bit of air, making one final attempt to slash at Breaker with her metal wing.

The enslaving version of Celestia responded to Dashiel’s final defiance by tearing her artificial limb out from its mounting socket on the pegasus and tossing it contemptuously to one side, where it clattered to the floor. Breaker’s eyes burned with intensity as she began to crush the life from those that defied her will so thoroughly.

“STOP!” called Celestia, appearing in the golden flash of a teleport. “Leave them be. It’s me you wanted to talk to.”

“True,” Breaker replied, easing off the crushing pressure on her two opponents, and binding them with the final shackle she had made for them. Link now established, the four cuffs on the two ponies joined together in a cloverleaf of silver, firmly immobilizing both of them. “Although talking isn’t exactly what I had in mind for you.”

“Why not talk?” Celestia asked, “for all intents and purposes we are the same pony. Can’t we come to some sort of agreement?”

“Of course we can,” Breaker responded, horn still aglow. “We can agree on how you’re going to serve me.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” Celestia replied, still trying to reason with her counterpart. “We should come together, in friendship and harmony.”

“Perhaps,” Breaker replied, looking around the room at the chaos she had wrought there with magic and might. “As long as I am in Control.”

Derpy and Dashiel lay on the sides, trapped in silver hogties and panting for breath. Twilight and Bookworm lay similarly bound, only in living latex. Of all the ponies in the room, the only ones capable of moving and acting were Celestia, Breaker and 143. Who momentarily locked eyes with Twilight and winked at her.

The shock Twilight felt at the subtle gesture surprised her so much that she almost failed to notice one of the golems sliding into position directly above her mentor. Twilight tried to call out a warning to Celestia, but all that escaped her lips was a near silent huff of air, followed by a wet “splat” as the symbiote impacted Celestia squarely on the middle of her back.

“And now I’m in control of you,” gloated Breaker, as the symbiote greedily began to expand across Celestia, hijacking the alicorn’s magic to power its growth.

With the speed of flowing water the living latex circled Celestia’s barrel, hugging the deep indents in front of her hip and behind her shoulder, wrapping around like a harness but growing longer and wider with every second. Twilight found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of her fantasies being played out directly before her.

With almost loving strength the symbiote flowed up along ivory wings, capturing and encasing coverts, secondaries and primaries in turn, before forcing the now black as night expanses to furl against the royal body in pockets being formed just for them.

“Are you really sure this is how you want to do this?” Celestia asked, her flicking ears and lashing tail the only signs of awareness that she too was being made into yet another bound plaything for the Breaker. “This creature of yours can hold me. But it can’t control me.”

“Which is what everypony before you has said,” Breaker answered, satisfaction in her voice. “With you, 614 and 616 pulling my chariot, this Equestria will bow to me, like my Equestria before it.”

The expanding dark tide spread over and around the royal hips before diving down to surround and then envelope the divine sex and ponut. Twilight’s eyes began to glaze over with lust as she watched the most intimate openings of her beloved princess and mentor being slowly teased into accepting a pair of ever widening intruders that filled Celestia to her limit.

“Oh. Oh my,” Celestia murmured, unable to still her body’s reaction to the twin latex shafts that were starting to rub against every sensitive and orgasmic nerve cluster inside of her. “It’s been so long.”

“This is just the beginning,” Breaker added, relaxing now that her most dangerous opponent began to succumb to the orgasmic power of the entity holding her.

“So long, so full,” Celestia moaned, a second tail sprouting from her even as her natural tail was stilled and then cuffed into a flagging position so that together they formed a black and pastel expanse that moved and shifted as Celestia involuntarily ground her hips against the faux cocks that were already starting the process of breaking and taming her.

“Yessss,” hissed Breaker, and Twilight found herself in mute agreement and wishing she had used one of the symbiotes on Celestia long before now.

“Ugggggh,” moaned Celestia again, body shuddering and tail quaking as she came, and by now the suit had covered her all the way to the base of her throat, where Breaker snapped on a wide and thick silver collar.

“Control command: Suit 1000 initialize,” commanded Breaker, and lines of power lit up along the dark sheath that held Celestia in its power, outlining and emphasizing the muscle groups and nerve clusters of the royal body. “Say it, pony. ‘There is no Celestia. I am 1000’.”

“I… “ Celestia began, panting a bit as she came down from her first suit delivered orgasm. “I am Celestia, and I really must thank you for this gift.”

“Wait, what?” sputtered Breaker, as Celestia’s gaze showed absolutely no sign of a pony being slowly overcome as so many before her had been.

“You can’t have forgotten how well we were trained for just this sort of thing? I certainly haven’t, even though it’s been a very long time since we’ve been able to find even one stallion to fill us so well, never mind two,” Celestia replied, smiling and back in perfect control of herself despite the obvious double stuffing she was receiving. “You know, if you had simply asked for a weekend together I would have been more than happy to submit to you for awhile.”

“You… you would have given yourself to me?” stammered Breaker, unable to believe her ears.

“Just for a weekend, of course,” Celestia said, rocking her hips in time with the shafts that were winding her back up again. “I like ruling Equestria, but sometimes it's just as good to be the one being ruled.”

“Nocte,” called a low voice from beside Breaker, who was staring at Celestia in stunned disbelief.

Only a whisper of magic from the opening and closing of a dimensional pocket gave the evil alicorn any warning at all as Trixie, having taken 143’s place wearing a costume of natural black latex and a fitted plug, summoned the Zodiac sword that Luna had gifted her. The instant the Blade of Night responded to her mental commands, Trixie slashed at her surprised enemy with the full intent of removing Breaker’s head from her shoulders.

Even caught completely by surprise, Breaker responded with alicorn quickness in time to save her neck, but not enough speed to save her from the follow-up strike of the sword’s pommel to her horn, stunning her briefly. As Breaker stumbled backwards Trixie kept to her training under both a Nightmare Moon and Dashiel, giving the alicorn no respite and stabbing and slashing at her enemy who desperately dodged and parried as best she could.

“Golems: Defend Control!” screamed Breaker in desperation, as a cut from the furious trickster parted hairs from a flowing mane.

One, two and then three unattached golems flowed toward Trixie, intent on swarming her under in a black tide of living latex. Only to find that the enchantments on Trixie’s blade were more than able to disrupt their magitech lifeblood. With three economical slashes the knight left three spreading pools of dead black goo in her wake.

“YOU HURT MY SISTER!” roared Trixie, letting her rage flow free. “YOU HURT MY PRINCESS! YOU HURT MY FRIENDS! DIE, YOU FUCKING BITCH! DIE!”

Burning with black balefire, the Zodiac Sword hurled toward the alicorn, propelled with every ounce of mystic force that the Knight of Twilight had at her command. And in the blazing eyes of a showmare, the Breaker of Equestria saw her death approach.

Only last second desperation saved Breaker from the onrushing doom of the enchanted blade as she just barely managed to manifest a sword of celestial fire to parry the attack at the literal last second. The parry forcefully knocked the weapon up and away, apparently momentarily disrupting the mental bond Trixie had with her weapon. Up the blade flew, until it lodged to half its length in the room’s ceiling.

“You… You’re going to PAY for that,” Breaker declared, blinking a moment in confusion as she realized who her opponent was. “When I’m done with you, there won’t be anything left of you or 143’s minds except mindless obedience.”

Trixie merely cocked an eyebrow, smirked a bit, and stood her ground. “Trixie thinks that you should surrender now.”

“Or what? Your princesses are mine, your friends are mine, now you are mine,” Breaker stated, advancing as she did so.

“Wait for it,” was all Trixie said.

“Wait for what?” demanded Breaker, snarling and manifesting a second sword intent on making Trixie suffer for her impudence.

So focused was Breaker on her target that she never noticed several glass vials falling to the floor from the ceiling where Dashiel had lodged them during her dramatic entrance to the room. Smashing on the crystal floor, the vials released a mist that quickly spread around the room, shrouding every pony for long moments before dissipating.

“Show yourself!” cried Breaker, her fiery weapons disappearing as every magic user in the room found themselves affected by the drug suspended in the mist. A drug specifically meant to block the use of magic.

“I’m right here,” said Trixie, from behind Breaker. Whirling in place, the alicorn had to freeze as her motion almost carried her neck into the preternaturally sharp edge of the Zodiac Sword, which Trixie had retrieved from the ceiling via mental command. “Surrender.”

“You… “ Breaker gasped, “How?”

“A good magician never reveals her secrets,” replied Trixie, smiling as 143 stepped back out of the shadows to stand by her side. “But flair, misdirection, and showmareship are always her allies. Surrender. Trixie would actually rather not kill you, but she will if you do not yield, here and now.”

“I surrender.”

This was a pretty hard fight to write and took me two days just to work out the choreography of who was doing what when. Once I had it worked out though things flowed along wonderfully, just like a latex symbiote finding a new home.

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