Chapter 10: Umbra's performance

There was a knock at the door, snapping Umbra out of her thoughts. She could see Radiant Hope freeze; their time was up, and Radiant Hope would be expected to dance and strip once again. But Umbra wasn't ready to stop yet, not when there was so much to ask and consider. So she placed a finger to her lips and made her way to the door, intending to stun or hypnotize the interrupter to gain a few more minutes of conversation.

But when Umbra opened the door, she was taken by surprise when a firm, muscular hand wrapping around her wrist. The surprise washed away any thought of using her magic, as her focus was instead spent trying to make sure she didn't trip over her own feet as she was dragged away. "What-what is the meaning of this?"

"You're late! Late." The man snapped, a muscular earth pony stallion in a tight black T-shirt and sunglasses. He towered even over Umbra, though almost certainly no match for her magical power. "Your fans have been in an uproar; they're about to tear the whole palace down! Where have you been?"

Umbra quickly put the pieces together; the damn fool thought she was Radiant Hope! Because of the magic that Radiant Hope had used, none but the very magically inclined, like herself, were able to see Radiant Hope's fur as purple instead of black, and the same went for her mane. The idea was almost amusing, just as much as it was confounding.

"You misunderstand; now unhand me before I—" Umbra's threat died on her tongue. She was indeed unhanded, but only because she had been shoved through the backstage curtain and onto the stage where the perverts were. There were dozens of them, squeezed together like sardines. Some were pressed against the barrier like overeager sports fans; others were standing on tiptoes at the back trying to glimpse the beauty before them.

The silence was deafening; you could hear a pin drop or a tap drip. Umbra's heart thundered in her chest. Every second passed agonizingly slowly, and yet not slowly enough to make her decision. Who was she? Sombra or Umbra? Sombra would blast each and every one of these fools without a second thought, but Umbra would take the opportunity.

Her body started to move, as if on instinct. She felt like a demon had possessed her as her hands wrapped around the pole. She felt her heart beating, even as her mind wondered why she was doing this. But her hips were swaying with a natural grace, like she had this hidden talent to her coming out. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Radiant Hope spying her through the curtains; she looked worried. For a second, Umbra wondered if there was a chance she might be able to switch back with Radiant Hope while making it look like part of the act.

Then again… why was Umbra even trying to make it all part of the act in the first place?

Whatever doubts she had seemed to be having were fading, however, no matter how much she logically should still have them. Instead, she was dancing around the pole, her high heels clicking against the floor. It was easy; pole dancing came naturally to her, as if she had been born with the instincts imprinted upon her.

Her body moved and swayed, and the crowd seemed glued to the sway of her body. Her mind raced with thoughts of how best to move her body to get their fantasies stimulated and their cocks hard. Should she sway her tits? Slap her ass? Run a hand through her raven, silky hair? The thoughts came through her head almost treacherously, but her body replied to them on instinct.

She took note of their eyes. Wide and awed, even more so than they had been with Radiant Hope. Umbra couldn’t help but smile, the thrill of power rushing through her veins.

“You all like what you see, don’t you?” Umbra purred. Her voice was sweet and deadly, like poisoned honey. Yet every stallion and mare nodded their heads like the dumb fools that they were. “You’ve come to experience a taste of my divine beauty, haven’t you? To get a glimpse of the perfection you could never have?”

The words tumbled out of Umbra’s mouth so naturally, even though she had never said anything like that before. At least not in front of a crowd. It was like someone else had been planted in her body. Telling her how to dance and what to say.

The crowd certainly thought so. Their eyes were wide, their pants stretched from painful erections. Umbra even believed she could spot one particularly pathetic individual who had actually creamed himself without even touching himself. Umbra flared her nostrils in disgust, something that seemed to only encourage the stupid, dumb grin on his face.

“Look at you, my dearest subjects, my pathetic pawns.” Her gaze trailed across each of them. Her sneer was cruel yet seductive; her eyes were narrowed yet brimming with lust. Every pony who her blood-red eyes passed over could be seen shivering with lust and arousal. She couldn't help but love every moment of it; these ponies needed her. "Tell me, my pawns. Do you want me? Do you need me?"

"We want you. We need you." The audience chanted almost in rhythm. They were in awe, like facing their goddess, their Mistress. Umbra hid her giggle behind her dark hand.

"I know you do, all of you. You need to see my perfect body. Hear my perfect voice." Umbra purred, swaying her ass back and forth. Jiggling it all the while, watching the audience's eyes fixed on it as it swayed. Her ass was borderline hypnotic, its sway like a pendulum. One that lures her audience into an early orgasm instead of sleep. "Can you feel it? My perfect ass, my perfect tits, my perfect body, all of it being burned into your mind? Your dreams will be filled with my form; your thoughts will be spent on your memory of this moment. Understand this, my pathetic followers. This—" Umbra licked her lips. "This is the greatest moment in your pathetic lives. Nothing else will ever come close."

They were nodding. There were scattered murmurs of affirmation among the crowd, but most seemed to have lost the will to speak. She had them at her mercy, and Umbra was never merciful.

"And understand this, my slaves. If—by some miracle—you were to ever fall in love, ever find a pony who'd be willing to waste their time and marry you, then you would still think of me as you walk down the aisle. As you say your vows, you will wish it was me you were marrying. If you are given the choice to serve at my feet at the cost of your marriage, you will abandon your wife in an instant."

The crowd weren't the only ones excited now. Umbra's nipples were beginning to stiffen; her pussy was dripping as she spoke. This was true power; she could sense not a single hint of defiance or deceit in the crowd. She knew their loyalty was absolute, and she was eager to push this advantage and milk it for all it was worth. "When you fuck another pony, you will cry out my name. When you have children, you will wish I was their mother. Know this, you pathetic slaves; you are mine. Even when you leave today, you will be mine. Your bodies, your minds, your hearts, they are all mine."

"Yes, Mistress, we're yours. Our bodies, our minds, our hearts."

"I'll think of you when fucking my girlfriend."

"I'll wish it was you that I was marrying rather than my fiancée."

Umbra chuckled darkly. She had them, she had them all. Hook, line and sinker, they were hers to do as she pleased. She almost resented her years wasted on pathetic mind-control technology. It vexed her that she had ever wasted her time experimenting with such crude and pathetic magics. It was simply inelegant, crude, and barbaric. Ruling with sex was so superior. Her body was her natural asset, far more so than her magic.

She decided to dive in completely and embrace this new persona. She laughed; her laugh was crueler than ever before. Higher pitched, but melodic. Almost like that of a fallen angel, though the crowd hung onto every syllable like she was a siren.

“Such pathetic fools. Such malleable minds.” Umbra emphasized every syllable she spoke with a colossal sway of her perfect ass. “You serve me now. Serve me body, mind, and soul. Do so and you will be rewarded with a prize beyond any other. The price of my favor."

“We serve you, Mistress, our Queen, our leader.” The crowd chanted. Were they parroting what Radiant Hope had trained them to say? Or were they truly enamored with Umbra's own beauty? She tried to think back to Radiant Hope's own performance on the club but found it hard to remember the precise details of the crowd.

No matter, it would not do to focus on that now. Umbra released her fingers from the stripper pole and strode to the edges of the barrier separating her from her legion of slaves. They all pressed themselves over the edge, enough that Umbra could see the bouncers getting nervous from the corner of her eye. They were like rabid sports fans, with hands outstretched, each of them desperately hoping that the very tips of their fingers might trace against her magnificent form.

Umbra stayed out of their reach, though, just close enough to give the illusion of hope whilst far away so that none of their dirty hands could ever trace her perfect skin. She enjoyed keeping them there, in sexual torment. The object of the basest, most perverted desires less than a hand's width away. Each of them praying, hoping against hope that the stars might just align and they could just reach a little further. False hope was the perfect spice to despair.

She searched the crowd, wondering if any of them might be worthy of her perfection. Eventually one was spotted, far in the corner, wearing a hood to avoid being seen. She couldn’t believe her luck, for right there was none other than Flash Sentry. That damnable pegasus that had somehow wormed his way into Twilight Sparkle's heart. He vexed Umbra as an enigma but also as an opportunity.

How perfect was it that even Cadance's own guards lusted for her body? That even the ones keeping her prisoner couldn't resist but imagining a fantasy where they kneeled at her feet and served her every cruel whim. It was all too easy; at this rate it would not be long before every mare and stallion in the world would be at her feet. Their dicks leading them into her service far faster than their minds ever could.

Umbra pointed a finger at the pegasus, the crowd parting like the Red Sea as they all stared at Flash Sentry like he had won the lottery. His expression changed in an instant, wide-eyed and confused. His head darted to the others for confirmation, and Umbra could spot his fingers pinching himself, just to make sure it wasn’t all a dream.

Umbra smirked at his confusion. "Yes, you, with the blue mane and orange coat.” Flash Sentry almost jumped, having realized that she was indeed talking to him. Umbra conjured a dark throne with her magic and sat back on it. Beckoning Flash Sentry to come with a finger. “Your dark queen demands your presence.”

Still unable to believe his luck, or perhaps afraid of what was to come, Flash Sentry very slowly started making his way towards her throne.

Umbra lounged in her throne, idly tapping her fingers. The crowd was watching with bated breath, envious eyes staring at the Crystal Guard like daggers. Flash Sentry was trembling… good. All should tremble before the dark queen. As he approached, Umbra's blood-red eyes took the opportunity to examine his physique. She could not say he was the greatest stud the world had ever seen (secretly she would give that title to Shining Armor), but there were some features she would consider fine enough.

He came to a stop before her throne, his head bowed low in deference. Radiant Hope had truly done a number on him, although given the state of the crowd, Umbra wouldn't be surprised if she got a similar reaction from any of them. She could not help but secretly hope that was indeed the case, for that would make her very powerful indeed.

“Kneel.”

The command was crisp, her voice radiating with such power that even though she said it barely above a whisper, the entire crowd heard it. Flash Sentry knelt first, submissively falling to his knees as he would before Celestia. But that wasn't enough for Umbra; she lifted her heel and placed it on Shining Armor's shoulder with considerable ****. Getting the hint, he pushed himself further into the floor until he fell into a total kowtow. Umbra's lips curled into a dismissive snort. This was who Twilight Sparkle to be her master? A puppy would be a better dominant.

"Pathetic." Umbra sneered, and she could feel his body shudder at the insult. He was a natural submissive, born to serve rather than be served. Umbra would have to remold him if she wanted him to be a cruel master for Twilight. The one who would make Twilight Sparkle kneel before her.

Umbra leaned back on her throne, fingers flexing. The crowd waited with baited breath, hanging onto her every word, analyzing her every gesture. Umbra could not help but wonder if she could direct her influence outside of this strip club. Beyond the halls of fantasy and into the realm of everyday life. Could Umbra turn them not just into drooling perverts but fanatical supporters? Could she make them fight and die on her behalf with her body alone?

It was certainly an intriguing thought, just like Radiant Hope had said. Power with love rather than fear, though perhaps in this case it would be more accurate to say that she was ruling with lust rather than love. It was worth a test.

Her blood-red eyes swept across the crowd. "Did you think you are all excused? That order was for all of you! KNEEL!" Her voice rang through the crowd like the crack of a whip. She was pleased to see that the crowd responded quickly, all shuffling to their knees. Not quite a kowtow like Flash Sentry before her, but it was good nonetheless. It sent a thrill of excitement down her spine and made her blood boil with excitement.

Alas, she had no time for the peanut gallery, for the clay she truly wanted to mold lay before her. She traced his body with the sole of her high heel, much like a teacher tracing writing on a blackboard with a pointer. There was certainly a certain strength to his physique; he was neither skinny nor chubby. Enough that a lesser mare might settle for him, but he did not seem to be any kind of Adonis. Truth be told, the mystery behind how he had won the eye of Twilight Sparkle remained.

Umbra hated that damn purple pony, but she had to admit that she had bested her as Sombra. It was an insult to think that a pony who had once defeated Umbra would settle for a pony as meek and vanilla as Flash Sentry. She had to admit it was a mystery that vexed her. Alas, it didn't seem that it was Flash Sentry's body that had enamored Twilight Sparkle to him so much.

Perhaps the mystery won't be solved today, but thankfully that wasn't the only reason that she had brought the pegasus before her. Oh, how she desperately wished Twilight Sparkle was here to see this firsthand. With a contemptuous sneer, she traced the top of her heel under Flash Sentry's chin and **** him to look at her blood-red eyes. "You know Princess Sparkle, do you not?"

"How did you—"

"Know?" Umbra asked with a dark chuckle. How had this fool not realize Umbra was the same pony from the palace? She supposed Radiant Hope must be more talented at her magical disguise than she thought. "Your Queen always knows."

"Um... yes, I do know her. She likes to talk to me a little. " Flash Sentry admitted, his voice thin and raspy. Upon receiving more of his queen's piercing gaze, however, he opted to elaborate more. "She talks to me a lot; she often wants my help with small things. It's a little strange, since I'm sure she could do everything she asks of me far better if she did them herself, but she's the princess, so I do as she says."

"And... when you are alone with the princess." Umbra's voice became a sinister sneer as this pegasus was making it clear that he was utterly oblivious to Twilight's true intentions. "What does she say to you? How does she act?"

"She acts..." Flash Sentry paused, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he strained to remember his conversations with Twilight. Umbra had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. Figure it out, you damn fool! "She acts very lonely. She often talks about how lonely it is to be a princess. How her responsibilities and frustrations start to pile up on her and how she really wants some company."

Flash Sentry paused, his brow furrowing even more. Whatever gears existed in his head slowly started to put the pieces together. Yet even now it seemed he needed a hint. “You poor fool.”

Flash Sentry’s head whipped up to face Umbra’s condescending stare. “You really are that oblivious, aren’t you? That, for whatever ungodly reason, you have Twilight Sparkle attracted to you. A fact that I worry would never have been discovered even if the princess shouted it to the world with a giant neon sign.”

Flash Sentry stood there gaping, his brow becoming even more furrowed as he no doubt continued to be even more confused. “But when would she-? With a guy like me—?" He stuttered, and Umbra made a mocking shrug of her shoulders.

“How would I know? I have little idea why she lowered her standards. Not that it matters.” Umbra snapped her fingers, more for effect than anything, and made her horn glow scarlet.

A blood red collar appeared around Flash Sentry’s neck along with a chain leash that Umbra held in her right hand. With a sharp tug, Umbra dragged Flash across the floor until he was between her legs. “Because I will be the first one to get a taste of what you can do.”

Flash Sentry’s eyes lit up, looking as if he’d seen the face of an angel and heard the most wonderful sound in the world. Umbra had seen winners of the lottery look sadder than this. But that undeniable joy was mixed with a feeling of guilt and insecurity on his face; it was almost cute.

“But the princess…”

“Is nothing.” Umbra snarled, lifting her legs, which had once been crossed, to be spread wide. Her pussy was covered now only by a thin pelvic curtain, while her gorgeous ebony thighs were on full display. “You can have the princess, or you can lick the pussy of a queen.”

Umbra had no real need to make Flash Sentry choose, other than the petty desire to prove herself the sexual superior to her enemy Twilight Sparkle. She lifted her pelvic curtain, revealing her dripping cunt to the Crystal Guard. From the look on his face, it was his first time ever seeing a real pussy, and Umbra was certain it would be the best experience of one he’d ever have.

“You have two choices. "Umbra said, her voice dark and wicked as she declared her ultimatum. "Leave now and settle for the princess's pathetic, inferior pussy... or taste my cunt and please your dark queen."

It was a betrayal of everything he stood for as a crystal guard. His duty was to serve the Empire, to fight its enemies, and to honor the princesses. In taking serving the cunt of even a parody of their kingdom's dreaded enemy, at the cost of his princess's feelings towards him, was undoubtedly a betrayal of that oath. But to Umbra, that's what made it so fun, so thrilling, and so hot.

Flash Sentry’s loyalty, however, quickly started to waver with the scent emanating from between Umbra’s legs. He leaned forward and started to lap out honey from the pussy. Pushing aside the thin curtain covering it as he did so. Trying hard to ignore the sound of grinding teeth from the so desperately jealous audience

He was clearly inexperienced; his first forages between her legs were hesitant. Tentative. He kept pulling his head away suddenly, his entire body ready to reflexively pull himself away at the slightest sign of danger. Much like a person testing if an object was safe to touch with their hands. But slowly, very slowly, he started to grow braver, or perhaps it was better said that he grew more **** for the sweet nectar in her pussy. **** enough to override any concerns he might have.

And Umbra was thoroughly enjoying herself. She could feel the tremors of pleasure rippling through her body, but the real spark of her pleasure came from imagining Twilight’s face. Would the princess be angry? Furious that Umbra had taken her prize? Or would she simply fall into despair? Broken by the knowledge that Umbra had conquered the stallion of her dreams.

Or would she enjoy it? Did she have the same fetish to see her 'master' conquer other mares like her sister-in-law Cadance did? Well, probably not like this. Twilight probably imagined Flash Sentry standing over her, thrusting his dominant dick into her yielding cunt until she proclaimed him her master. Too bad, Twilight; Umbra still had a few standards.

Flash Sentry was growing more confident. His passion and lust for her nectar were overriding any hesitation he might have had as he started to lick her pussy greedily, like a starved dog. Umbra ran her blood-red fingernails down his blue mane, yanking fistfuls of hair as she shoved him deeper and deeper into her snatch. With her horn she started to cycle oxygen into his lungs and teleport the carbon dioxide out; she didn't want to fuck a corpse, but she wasn't about to let her pet breathe until she was satisfied.

But Flash Sentry didn't know that. The moment he realized he wasn't able to breathe, and for a moment he seemed to be panicking. He flailed around a little, trying to break free, but Umbra only threw her head back in merciless laughter. "You think I would let you go? I am still not satisfied, and you will not be allowed to breathe until I am! If you were to ****, it would be no skin off my back. Your pitiful life means nothing before the interests of your queen."

It was a bluff; thanks to her magic, he was in no real danger. But it was enough to stir him into action and make Umbra feel powerful. She watched the crowd; they'd gone deathly silent. Perhaps realizing for the first time how deadly serious their queen was had made a few of them hesitant. But Umbra wasn't worried; she could see that their hesitation would be fleeting. Already they were licking their lips, and the bulges in the crotches were growing harder, firmer. If there were any splinters of concern or nervousness left within them, then the fires of their lust would soon consume them.

Speaking of that lust, Umbra was starting to feel it herself. Surging through her veins like fire and driving her orgasm to come. It was building and building through Umbra much faster, as it was fueled by Flash Sentry's own growing desperation. The power she had over these ponies was intoxicating; talk about a lust for power. It came upon her suddenly. One moment she was teetering on the edge; the next she was coming undone, her juices squirting almost like a hose upon dear Flash Sentry’s face.

She released him, and he pulled back, heaving for oxygen that he didn’t really need, but there was no anger on his face. So resistance, horror, or disgust—there was fear, yes. But that fear only fuels his lust. Much like how pain could so often lead to pleasure.

The room once again fell silent, as every pony within it awaited Umbra’s next move. Some were afraid, some were excited, but all were hoping that it would now be their turn to be treated like a **** by Umbra. Jealous glares turned into hopeful expressions as they each prayed they would be next.

They would all be disappointed.

Umbra for her part yanked Flash Sentry’s chain again, pulling him back from whatever distance he had managed to put between them. With her other hand she snapped her fingers and pointed to the crowd. “Tribute.”

The word snapped them all into action, much like a cattle prod to a cow. In a frantic flurry of hands, bills and notes were thrown at her feet, as if the crowd had deluded themselves into thinking that Umbra might favor the one who provided the most. They were all to be disappointed as Umbra merely laughed and got to her feet. Chain still in her hand and connected to the collar around Flash Sentry’s neck.

“You have pleased me, my subjects. Pleased me very well indeed, but I must leave you now. But for now I have a task for you, a task that might grant you a chance to earn my favor, like dear Flash Sentry here.” Umbra stroked her free hand through Flash’s blue mane, watching the crowd’s eyes widening. “Go out, spread my influence. Spread the word of the dark Queen Umbra. Persuade your friends and your families that I, the Dark Queen Umbra, am the true ruler of the Crystal Empire. That my word should be law, beyond even the will of the princesses.”

There was a pause, and Umbra tried to hide how her heart hammered in her throat. Had she pushed them too far? Got too greedy? It was the first time she’d given them an order existing outside the strip club after all. It was a gamble, but there was a huge reward to be had. A small army that would begin to lay the groundwork for her rise, a true power behind the throne, required a web of influence, after all.

“Your wish is our command, my queen."

“We live to serve!”

“We will obey!”

Umbra chuckled darkly. Why did she ever think she had to worry? She smiled, a smile savage like a wolf feasting on her prey. But Umbra wanted time alone with Flash Sentry now and yanked him along as she walked behind the stage. Swaying her ass as she walked, keeping the eyes of every male in the crowd trapped on her ass until she passed through the curtain.

As soon as she was out of eyesight of the crowd, she felt someone throw herself onto Umbra, wrapping her hands around Umbra’s shoulders in a crushing hug. A kiss, more romantic but still somewhat sexual, was planted on her lips before she could stop her.

“That was bloody fantastic, the way you danced, the way you moved! Where did you learn to dance like that? How to act like that? Was that your first time? Talk about a natural!” Radiant Hope gushed, eyes sparkling as she complimented Umbra with a huge smile.

Umbra felt all her confidence and allure abandon her in this moment. Her body froze solid, rigid. For a few seconds all the sexual experience that registered in her mind equated to that of a virgin teenager. She couldn’t help but gape, confused and shocked.

Umbra wasn’t the only one. Flash Sentry, having no idea about Radiant Hope and Umbra switching that night, now looked upon the two mares with his jaw hanging open. A shaking hand with a pointed finger travelling between them as his brain seemed to overload with the sheer shock of what he was witnessing. "T-Two? T-there are two of you?"

"Oops." Radiant Hope giggled, smiling at Umbra with a guilty smile. "I guess I didn't think that through. Not that it matters because—" Radiant Hope took in a deep breath, and her entire demeanor seemed to change in an instant. Her warm and bubbly exterior suddenly seemed to be overcome with a dark and sensual allure just like Umbra's. But it was a pale imitation compared to Umbra's own natural talent. "—he's going to stay silent and obey like a good little pet, aren't you, dear?"

Her hand started to caress over Flash Sentry's cheek, making him quiver as if he were about to faint. He nodded, afraid and aroused, utterly under Radiant Hope's spell just as he'd been under Umbra's. "I do have to wonder what you see in this pony. He doesn't seem to be special to me. Surely your appetites are better suited elsewhere, my Queen?"

The way she said 'my Queen.' She was like a royal concubine. Regal and depraved in equal measure. Intelligent but also eager to fuck at her mistress’s request. Intelligent, perverted, and sophisticated in equal measure.

“They are.” Umbra admitted, her left hand trailing up Flash Sentry’s spine. Tracing her property, enjoying how his flesh tensed wherever she pressed. “But this specimen has useful potential. Connections, you see, and the possibility to use him against an old foe of mine.”

Umbra emphasized this last part by flicking Flash Sentry under his chin, enjoying the way he squirmed under her touch. He should be resisting; he knew that, but they both knew he simply couldn’t.

"Now, my dear…accomplice.” Umbra said, turning to Radiant Hope with a wicked glint in her eyes. “I assume you have tools to discipline unruly strippers at this club, do you not?”

Radiant Hope’s eyes went wide; the implication of what Umbra was planning started to sink in to her, but it was soon replaced with an eager grin. "You are wise, of course, my dark queen. Right this way."

Radiant Hope turned on her heel and led Umbra into the basement, her tail and ass swishing all the way. Umbra followed her, with the magical chain still attached around Flash Sentry's neck as she led him along like a dog. Flash Sentry was nearly stumbling as he struggled to keep up with Umbra's brisk pace. Umbra herself paid little mind to his distress; however, she was quite enjoying the way he might struggle.

The basement Radiant Hope had led her to was styled in the same way as the old dungeons that Umbra had once built when she had been Sombra. With thick black bars, blood-red curtains, and carpets. There were no windows to let in the light, so instead it was all illuminated by a few glowing crystals that were as red as the curtains and carpets. Everything in this room would be lit up only in a sinister red; such were Umbra's natural colors.

But there were differences from Umbra's own dungeons; there was no smell of rotting flesh in these dungeons. No scent of rats, their droppings, or the blood of prisoners. Instead, the scent here promised much more intriguing possibilities. Instead of blood on the floor, there was instead sweat and semen soaked into the carpets by overeager past occupants. It could only be smelt, however, behind the perfume and the smoky air that had been provided for by the owners of the club. An attempt to mask those that had come before and stir one's own lust. The latter of which was certainly being achieved.

The room was also filled with a whole range of various BDSM tools. Paddles, leashes, collars, all sorts of wicked and cruel means to both excite and break the most depraved of ponies. There was a post in the center of the room, and with a snap of her fingers, the magical chains that had been attached to Flash Sentry instead wrapped themselves around the post. Flash Sentry quickly found himself with his back pressed against the rough surface, his hands outstretched as they were **** to reach around it. His eyes wide as he silently pleaded with his captors. But whether for mercy or punishment, even he didn't know.

“What are you going to do to me?” He asked, shivering. Umbra started by unbuttoning his shirt, enjoying how he would whimper with every button that came undone. "Are you going to hurt me?"

"Hurt you? Why, of course I'll hurt you. But by the time I'm done you're going to love being hurt by me. At least if you're a good boy and do as your Queen demands." Umbra had finished unbuttoning Flash Sentry's shirt and now unfastened his belt. "I have plans for you. For your connection to Twilight Sparkle, your queen needs a ****, and you will make a good fit."

Umbra had finished stripping Flash Sentry so that he was completely naked apart from the chains of magic around his neck and wrists. For good measure Umbra cast one final spell to also bind his ankles and horn so that he wouldn't be able to perform magic. Then she turned to Radiant Hope, who was still standing there like a curious student.

Student... now that sounded like a fun idea.

"Now, my dear subject, allow me to introduce my audience." Umbra said, gesturing towards Radiant Hope, who blinked in surprise at being addressed by Umbra at all, but she kept silent. "She's all too **** to see me at work and will be watching. Among other activities."

Umbra was fueled with a surge of sadistic glee as she shot Radiant Hope a smirk, while the unicorn blushed but said nothing. Flash Sentry only had half a mind for Radiant Hope at this moment; he knew his life was in Umbra's hands. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Well, that is the million-dollar question, isn't it?" Umbra purred, her fingers tracing Flash Sentry's body, resting on his cock and squeezing it hard enough to cause Flash Sentry to wince in pain. It was a fine enough cock, she supposed, but no match for a true stud. Like shining armor, as a treacherous part of her mind reminded Umbra. "What to do with you? Well, you have the eye of the princess of friendship herself; it sounds like you could be useful. Especially as my ****."

"Twilight Sparkle, but what would a stripper like you want with—AGH!" Umbra struck Flash Sentry with one of the whips that Radiant Hope had on hand. It left a red mark across his body, but it wasn't enough to draw blood.

"Stripper? Is that all you think I am? Surely you can see me for what I really am now? Let's stop playing games." Umbra purred, her voice almost singsong in nature. But the damn fool still seemed oblivious. "Are you truly that dense?"

Umbra struck him again with the whip, earning another grunt of pain, but his cock was telling a different story. But Umbra wasn't interested in that, as she reached her fingers around his cheeks and squeezed with not insignificant ****. "Look me in the eyes, you fool. Does your braindead brain not remember me from the Crystal Palace? Do you not remember who I truly am?"

Flash Sentry's eyes widened; realization dawned on his face in horror. Wide blue eyes roamed across Umbra's body as he finally put the pieces together and realized that this was in fact no act at all, but instead the very real Umbra standing before him.

"B-but you're supposed to be under house arrest! You're supposed to be powerless!" Flash Sentry cried, wrestling against the magical restraints in vain, even trying to use the magic that Umbra had blocked off. Umbra simply threw her head back in dark laughter.

"Not anymore, you fool. And you have only your precious Princess Cadance to thank for it. My power has returned, and soon I will have my ****!"

"You won't get away with this. The princesses will find out, and when they do—" He was cut off by Umbra's laughter becoming louder and more malevolent. "You fool, didn't you listen to a word I just said? Who do you think gave me my magic back? Who do you think let me free?"

"N-No... that doesn't make sense." Flash Sentry gasped, only for Umbra to strike him again.

"You have a lot to learn about the princesses, you fool. About Cadance, Shining Armor, and especially about Twilight. But don't you worry—CRACK!—by the time I'm done—CRACK!—you're going to know everything about them—CRACK!—and how to use that knowledge to serve me! " CRACK!

"N-never!" Flash Sentry cried, his eyes darting around for any avenue of escape. But he could find none, and soon Umbra **** him to face her. She closed the distance between the two of them so that her forehead was pressed against his and lips inches away. Flash Sentry still remained defiant. "You were defeated before, and you will be again!"

"Will I? How will I? When everyone will be throwing themselves at my feet." Umbra asked, her left hand trailing down to Flash Sentry's erect cock. Umbra gave it a small squeeze, causing Flash Sentry to flush in embarrassment. "Your body betrays you, Flash; your cock is much more honest. It knows what it wants, what you want."

Umbra pressed her lips against Flash Sentry's own. Overpowering him in an instant. He tried to make a few token efforts to shake her off, but it was all in vain. Not least of all because he could not deny his body's own **** desire to give into Umbra's allure.

Flash Sentry’s resistance crumbled, and any will to fight the kiss crumbled with it. He embraced it, at least subconsciously, and couldn’t muster the will to fight.

“Mmm… good boy.” Umbra purred, pulling away with a grin. “You’re a natural-born ****. It’s going to be harder for me to make you into a master than a ****. But I suppose that’s a challenge for later.”

“No! I won’t ever be your ****, you evil bitch! I’ll fight you, I’ll resist you!” He shouted, but Umbra didn’t care. She was already selecting a blindfold to place over his eyes, though she deliberately avoided selecting a ball gag. She wanted to hear him scream.

"Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that, dear.” Umbra said, strutting towards him, her tail swishing behind her as she placed the blindfold over his eyes. He resisted, shaking his head like a rat trying to wiggle out of a cat’s grip. But Umbra wasn’t going to let a measly thing like that stop her.

Umbra then had a wicked idea, casting the same spell Shining Armor had cast on himself before onto Flash Sentry’s duck. He seized immediately. “Wha-what did you do?”

“Don’t want you blowing your load too early, dear. So just in case I’ve cast a spell on your dick, it knows not to cum until you’ve truly become my ****.” Umbra said, condescendingly patting the tip like a good puppy.

“N-never… What you think I’m that **** that I’ll betray everything I love for sex?” He asked, smiling with cocky confidence.

Umbra smiled wider, but Flash Sentry couldn’t see it. "Oh, I don’t think; I know you will.”

“After all, it was your choice to come to this club.” Umbra squeezed Flash Sentry’s dick. “You came here to be satisfied. To cum. And you’re going to get your money’s worth. One way or the other.”

Umbra started to stroke his cock, making sure to be firm and hard. She squeezed the mast like she was **** the life out of the enemy, only pausing occasionally and even then for the briefest of seconds.

“You can’t deny how your body betrays you. I can see you squirming there, how you writhe in agony, so **** for release.” Umbra sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “So much torment you endure, all for the sake of some pathetic princess.”

“Ugh…fuck…don't…shut up…” Flash Sentry spat, his brain seeming to struggle to think of any words. Umbra’s sinister smirk grew ever wider.

“Why are you so loyal to her anyway? What has she ever done for you?” Umbra stood straight so that she towered over Flash Sentry. Her magic replaced the hand stroking his cock.

“She’s my princess.”

Umbra leaned forward, blood-red lips brushing against his ear. “And did your princess ever make you feel as good as you did watching me on that stage?”

“That’s not importa-AGH!” Another strike, this time with one of Radiant Hope’s riding crops that she had summoned into her hand with a bit of magic. It had struck across his face, leaving a thin red mark.

“Don’t lie to your queen. She knows when you lie; she always lies.” Flash Sentry was about to speak again, likely to utter another lie that was silenced by Umbra. “Now I will ask you again, did your princess ever make you feel as good as I did just now?”

Umbra could just imagine Twilight’s face if she were able to listen to this. That pathetic slut seemed so **** to be Flash Sentry’s eager sex ****. She wanted nothing more than to be abused as she sucked his cock and offered her holes to him. The thought of Umbra doing a better job just by shaking her tits would have her exploding with jealousy.

“No, no, of course not," Flash Sentry admitted. There was shame in his voice, but also arousal from the magical handjob he was receiving. As well as resentment, his mind was breaking under the weight of the pleasure and the arousal that were being placed on it. With the foundations so weak, it was too easy to absorb a few of Umbra’s sinister suggestions. “She’s a prude; she’d never be able to arouse me like you do. She’s a princess; that’s not her job.”

He added that last part almost as an afterthought. More as a reminder to himself than to Umbra. What an idiot. Missing what was under his very nose the whole time.

Umbra let out a deep, fiery breath through her nostrils. This nativity was no longer cute; it was annoying. How could she weaponize someone who refused to see the power they had? It was as if a sword didn’t know it was sharp.

But that was a problem for the future; right now it was an opportunity. Umbra pulled her mouth away from Flash Sentry’s ear and clenched a fist. She slowly lowered it, and as she did so, the magical chains binding Flash Sentry began to lower as well, bringing him down to the floor. The chains also rearranged themselves so that instead of binding his legs behind the post, they were brought forwards. Giving Umbra a lap to sit on.

She was pleased to see Flash Sentry audibly shiver when he felt Umbra place herself upon his lap. His cock, now released from Umbra’s magic, stood at full position between Umbra’s colossal cheeks. But she had not yet allowed him to penetrate her holes. Instead, simply promising him the potential bounties to come.

“There, isn’t this so much more comfortable, ****? Me on top, with you under my heel, or ass, in this case.” Umbra let out a bark of cruel laughter as she rubbed her ass cheeks against his cock.

“N-yess.” How cute. It seemed he had attempted to lie, but even he couldn’t bring himself to tell a lie that big. “It does feel good.”

“And tell me, is Twilight’s ass as perfect as mine?” Umbra could feel his cock in ****. So much cum, so **** to get out. But no, he was denied. Over and over again.

“Her ass is pretty good.” He grunted, but Umbra saw through the deflection.

“I didn’t ask how good it was; I asked if it was as good as mine.” Umbra snarled, a long sharp finger trailing down his cheek, leaving a small red scratch where it went. “Answer me!”

“No, it’s nowhere as good as yours.” Flash Sentry admitted there was defeat in his voice. Good, he was starting to face the truth.

“Of course not. My ass is powerful and huge, perfect enough to bring a grown stallion to their knees. It could even give Luna and Nightmare Moon a run for their money. So much superior than Twilight’s flat pancake ass, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Flash Sentry said with a sigh. “It’s much better.”

“So glad you’re finally admitting the truth, dear, and now for a reward.” Umbra shoved her enormous ebony tits into Flash Sentry’s face. Enough that all his face could feel was Umbra’s perfect titflesh burying him into a titty heaven. “Tell me, are my tits better than hers?”

She allowed him only the fewest seconds of freedom to splutter out a response. “Your tits are gorgeous; they’re so sexy.”

“Flattery.” Umbra grabbed the back of Flash Sentry’s skull and shoved him back into her cavern of tits. “Will get you nowhere. I did not ask you if they were sexy; I already know that they are. I asked you if they were better than Twilight’s.”

Flash Sentry, when released, looked very much like something was stuck in his throat. Several times he tried to conjure words, likely some kind of lie, and found that they got stuck in his throat. He shook his head several times as if he could will his throat to lie, but some terrible instinct **** the truth out of him.

“They are. These feel incredible! Like I am in heaven! They’re huge, soft, and squishy, not like Twilight’s.” His hands were wrestling against his magical chains, but this time not to escape, but to try and get a grope of Umbra’s titflesh. To feel every inch of her heavenly bosom on his fingers.

Umbra threw back her head in ear-piercing laughter. “How pathetic you are! Feigning loyalty to the princesses, but this, my dear fool, is where your true loyalty lies. These tits and this ass should be where your loyalty belongs. You want them, you need them.”

Umbra lowered herself onto Flash Sentry’s dick. It was no small phallus by any means, but Umbra was able to take it completely into her body without any issue at all.

“It’s-I can’t-it’s so good!” Flash Sentry panted as Umbra bounced on his cock with such a **** he was afraid that it might shatter at any moment.

“It is. I am! Tell me who is sexier, me or Twilight Sparkle?” Umbra said, bouncing faster now. The final sprint before catching her prey and enjoying her meal.

“There’s no contest; you are!” Flash Sentry said. Umbra released his magical chains, and as she predicted, Flash Sentry used his newly freed hands not to try and escape but instead to maul every inch of Umbra’s glorious tits.

“And who is better?” Umbra purred, a blood-red fingernail nudging Flash Sentry’s chin up.

“You are! You’re so much better than her in every way!” Flash sent each word tumbling out of his throat faster than the last. Like these were the thoughts he’d kept repressed in his mind and so desperately wanted to admit.

“And if I’m sexier than Twilight.” Umbra bounced harder on Flash Sentry’s cock, enough that she might start to cause bruises. “If my tits are better than hers like you said, if my ass is better, if I am better than her then—" Umbra leaned in close to his ear as she moved her ass up and down. “Who do you want to serve? Who should you serve?”

“You…” Flash Sentey said, voice hoarse, his fur dripping with sweat. “I want to serve you; I should serve you.”

Umbra laughed with triumph, her hands seizing fistfuls of Flash Sentry’s blue-maned hair. “So you’ll be my ****? Serve my dripping wet pussy? Or do you want to go crying back to Twilight, with balls blue with cum, and try and satisfy yourself with her inferior pussy?”

“You Queen Umbra, please! I want to serve you! I want to cum in your glorious royal pussy. You’re so much sexier than Twilight Sparkle, so much better. You’re my princess! You’re my queen!"

“And don’t you forget it!” Umbra sneered down at Flash Sentry. Red eyes gleaming in triumph. As she stared down at the blue-maned guard, something clicked in her mind. This wasn’t the first time she’d had this guard in chains, not the first time she’d had him drenched in sweat and his blue mane ragged. But back then it had been the instruments of **** rather than pleasure that had achieved the desired result.

“You… you were a member of the Amore Resistance, weren’t you? A thousand years ago, before the Crystal Empire was sealed in snow.” Umbra said as she picked at strands of Flash Sentry’s bright blue mane.

“That-that’s true.” Flash Sentry’s eyes were full of terror. Umbra could practically hear his head buzzing with panicked thoughts.

The Amore resistance had once been a small thorn in her side when she had been Sombra. A group of guards and citizens who’d attempted to resist him when he’d overthrown Princess Amore and taken charge in the Crystal Empire. They’d never been a serious threat, but Sombra had enjoyed hunting a fair few down to make an example of them.

He’d enslaved them back then. Not with pleasure and lust as she did as Umbra, but with ****, magic, and a good bit of ****. It was all coming back to Umbra now. Flash Sentry had been one of the first he had captured but also one of the most resilient. She remembered him spitting at Sombra, resisting all his magical **** devices without uttering a single grunt of pain. And she remembered him so defiantly and so confidently declaring that he'd never be Sombra's ****. Even the mind-control helmets had limited effect on him. In the end Sombra had been **** to lock him away and simply deal with him after the Princesses.

But that wasn't the Flash Sentry Umbra saw.

"You've changed in these last thousand years." Umbra purred, her pace slowing. She delighted in the agony she was able to inflict on Flash Sentry with such a simple gesture, denying him the pleasure he was so close to having. She could see horror etch its way onto Flash Sentry's face as she recalled her experience with him. "You were once so defiant, almost noble in your loyalty to the princesses. And you were brave, oh yes, so very brave. It takes a certain strength to resist my tortures for so long; I can be so imaginative."

She traced a long red fingernail down his cheek. She enjoyed how he whimpered as she traced his skin, how he panted in pleasure when she moved her body on his cock. His face was contorting as if he were suffering the pain of childbirth, only Umbra's pleasure was a far better experience, and she was certain that Flash Sentry would be looking back on this day far more fondly than any mother giving birth.

"So what changed?" Umbra asked, her voice warm against Flash Sentry's fur. Warm and sensual, like the smoke of incense. "What made you so compliant? So loyal, I wonder?" She chuckled darkly. "Not that it isn't an improvement, of course."

She knew the answer, of course, but she wanted to hear it from Flash Sentry's lips. "You once so hated the idea of being my ****, and now it seems there is nothing you would like more."

Flash Sentry squirmed; a little bit of his former loyalty to the princesses started to worm its way up him. A loyalty that had almost been squashed between Umbra's dark allure and the sheer pleasure in Flash Sentry's heart. "It's…it's different."

"Is it?" Umbra asked. She moved her hips hard and fast against his cock as if she were pounding him. Three times, each harder than the last. She could see Flash Sentry taken by surprise by the sudden burst of pleasure. His eyes were going crossed as he tried to concentrate with every fiber of his being to prevent himself from cumming. "How so, my little pet? How is it different?"

"Because...because..." Flash Sentry gasped; his every cell was trembling with pleasure. He knew the truth, the shameful, dark secret. All his pretensions of loyalty and virtue to the princesses were all talk. His loyalty was to his lust; his cock controlled him. And whoever controlled his dick, as Umbra did now, would control him. "Because you're so hot. Because you're so much sexier than the princesses. I'm nothing but a depraved pervert. I live to serve because you're so perfect and I am just dirt beneath your shoe."

Umbra threw her head back, her raven hair whipping through the air. She could only hold back an orgasm from the sheer thrill of her control of her victory by transforming it into a maniacal laugh. She had brought this fanatical fool to his knees, and she hadn't even needed mind control in order to do it! She'd reduced him into a groveling sex toy; how many more could she do the same to now?

The revelation must have sparked an uncharacteristic generosity in her, or perhaps a pragmatic desire to reward those who bowed at her feet, because the next words that came out of Umbra's mouth were: "Cum ****."

Flash Sentry let out a guttural shout of pleasure, and rope after rope of cum spurted into Umbra's pussy like a backed-up hosepipe. She let out an ear-splitting scream of pleasure herself, disguised as an evil laugh as she felt her own orgasm crash over her. Soon Flash Sentry was crumbling to the floor, his limbs like jelly, while Umbra was pulling herself off of Flash Sentry and towering over him. She pressed her high heel against his stomach, like he was a trophy, and sneered down at him.

"You're my **** now, both in this strip club and without. You exist to serve me and do my will." Umbra picked up his trousers, which she had ripped off earlier, and found his phone. She held it to his face and unlocked it rather easily and took a note of his number. "I will contact you, and you will answer. Day or night. And if I have an order from you, you will do it. No matter how much it may unsettle you."

Umbra's horn lit up, and she cast a wave of magic over herself. Her outfit returned to her body, the creases in the fabric straightened out, the sweat and other fluids that had stained it disappeared as if it had just been put in the laundry. She stood tall, regal, imposing, and, above all, alluring as she made her way out of the room. Shaking her ass much like a puppy shaking its tail in joy.

When Umbra had first come to the dark Crystal Empire, it had been because she was offended. She was insulted by Radiant Hope's perceived mockery of her and the lewd caricature that she had embodied. But now, after experiencing it, after making Flash Sentry her **** and making the crowd of perverts lust over her body, her mind had been changed. This was where she felt powerful, where she felt like King Sombra again. No. This was where she felt more powerful than she'd ever been as King Sombra. She ruled here, and this was her castle.

And soon it would be just one part of her kingdom.