Chapter 8 Lunch Date

Umbra was deep in thought again, not sure what her next move should be. Every time she started to embrace this depraved, lewd personality that had apparently existed right under her nose, she had found herself getting carried away. Losing herself to the ecstasy, to the thrill of submission, becoming the same sort of **** that she had sought to make of so many different ponies.

And yet, when she was away from those times, when she wasn’t seducing Shining Armour, when she wasn’t dominating Cadance, she didn’t find herself feeling any safer. Nor any more comfortable. Instead she found herself swinging between two **** emotions with neither control nor hope.

Sometimes she was restless with energy, pacing through the rooms of the Crystal Castle, marching down the halls or (most shamefully) entertaining lewd fantasies of indulging Cadance’s sick delusions. Of becoming that cruel dominatrix and embracing her place as his most trusted sex ****.

Other times she was full of melancholy, mostly when she tried the hardest to distance herself from the insatiable lewd monster she had become. She would collapse onto whatever soft object she could find—a couch, a bed, a fluffy carpet—and gaze into the air, counting the seconds as they went by. Brooding on what she had become and what she was becoming. Trying to avoid thinking about what had happened with Cadance, Shining Armor, Silver Shield, and now Twilight Sparkle.

Had the world gone mad? Or had she? Was what she was seeing some trick, another of that damnable Discord’s pranks? Where had the world where ponies acted sensible, sane, and respectable gone? Where none of them would be caught dead doing the things they now seemed to do on a constant basis. Was this world going crazy, or was Umbra going crazy thinking there had ever been a different one?

Her pride continued to grind at her, though; she was Sombra. The dark king of the Crystal Empire! She may be trapped in this body now, but she was a pony that should be feared. Talked about over campfires, a terror that would scare colt and stallion alike. Not a lewd slut fit only to be postered on pin-up posters. Even if that would be sure to get Shining Armor's dick hard—

It was a good thing that Umbra was on a sofa, with cushions aplenty for her to scream in. If she hadn’t had one on hand, there might not be a single pony in the Crystal Empire capable of hearing again.

“Do you scream this loudly when cumming? If so, we’re going to need to invest in some soundproofing for the sake of the citizens' eardrums.”

Umbra stared at the intruder. It was Cadance, but with none of that submission from before; instead, there was a smug sarcasm to her lips. Umbra’s blood red eyes glared back at her, but they weren’t as scary as she intended to be. Instead of looking into the eyes of a devil, Cadance would fear her about as much as she would fear a teenager.

Yet Umbra wasn’t about to let her have all the fun. “You yourself weren’t so quiet in the bedroom earlier. I’m sure your husband will be quite interested in knowing what his wife is really like.” Though it was quite likely that her husband already knew at this point.

“I hope he does soon; it’s been quite frustrating keeping this quiet.” Cadance said, with all the shame one would have when discussing a particularly bad spot of weather. She walked to the window, pretending not to notice Umbra. Even as Umbra’s blood-red eyes followed her every step.

“What do you want Cadance? You want me to dominate you again? To whip you? **** you? Break you? Don’t think your act is fooling me, it wouldn’t take much to bring you back down to your knees.” Umbra had assumed she was bluffing, but she wasn’t so sure as she watched the way Cadance’s eyes gleamed with promise and her ass wiggled ever so slightly as if doing a little jig of joy.

"Oh, I would like that very much, Umbra, but I’m afraid I have other commitments.” Cadance turned to Umbra. There was a warm, comforting smile on her face, one that looked so out of place with her sinister, calculating eyes. “I’ve just been speaking to Twilight.”

“You have?” Umbra thought back to that encounter with Twilight and that mediocre Royal Guard, Flash Sentry. “Did she tell you I overheard her pathetic attempt to seduce that Royal Guard, Flash Sentry?”

Cadance’s smile only grew wider, yet it was an infuriatingly kind one. The kind of smile that mothers wore when giving their children a lecture without seeming too harsh. “I had suspected as much; Twilight is struggling in her own efforts to make Flash Sentry embrace his role as master."

“Just like you.” Umbra pointed out, grinning as she managed to wipe the smile off the princess's face. “That’s why you came crawling to me, wasn’t it? Because you couldn’t awaken the pervert in your husband’s heart you so desperately wanted to unleash. Well, guess what, Lovebutt? I did it. By the time I was done, he was fucking Silver Shield’s ass like a bitch in heat. I did in an hour what you couldn’t do in your entire marriage!”

The smile had turned into a scowl; the glittering spark in Cadance’s eye had turned into a narrowed glare. Umbra relished every bit of anger that etched itself onto Cadance’s face. These moments had been so rare these last few weeks, and she relished every single one of them.

“Such a devoted wife you are, yet you don’t understand your husband half as well as I do. Perhaps if given enough time I could make him forget all about you completely. Maybe make him throw away the ring on his finger and place one on my hand instead.”

Fuck, why did that idea sound more enticing than it had any right to be?

But before Umbra could ruminate on the appeal of a marriage between herself and Shining Armor, Cadance had found her fighting spirit. She jabbed a finger at Umbra’s chest with enough **** that it felt like she had had been blasted by the full **** of a spell.

“You ungrateful bitch.” Cadance snarled, her chest heaving, teeth gnashed together. “I’m giving you everything you could ever possibly want. Power, influence, and authority over me and my master's harem. A position in a **** empire that you as Sombra could only dream of at the height of your power. You don’t get to complain; you should be thanking me, working with me.”

Cadance paused as she chewed on the next words that would leave her mouth. "You want to be a true **** master, a true conqueror? Then this is the way to do it; what you've done before was nothing to the power I'm offering you now. So don't—" Cadance jabbed Umbra's chest again. "Kick this gift horse in the mouth."

Umbra, however, didn't flinch nor cower under the princess's tirade. If anything, her smile grew wider. Rage and anger were feelings she could much more easily understand after all. "My, my, did I get under your skin, Princess?"

The princess's teeth grinded against each other like they were sandpaper. But eventually she managed to take a long deep breath and banish the frustration from her voice, albeit temporarily. "I'm not here to argue with you, Umbra; I am actually here to invite you to a lovely tea party with Twilight Sparkle and me."

Umbra snorted, her arms crossed. "You too? Twilight asked me the same thing, and I'll tell you the same thing I told her. I have important things I would prefer to do, like watching grass grow or paint dry."

Cadance sighed, but she looked to have expected this. "Such a shame we were going to be having such an important guest for the party. Somepony I'm sure that you'll be glad to meet."

Umbra's blood-red eyes narrowed. Who was she talking about? Shining Armor? Maybe...but as Umbra's fist clenched around the letter she'd stolen from Twilight Sparkle, she wondered if the guest might be this 'mistress' that Cadance had mentioned. It might be a long shot, and Umbra wasn't quite so sure how she'd be able to use this information to her advantage. Yet not knowing felt stupid, and she couldn't deny the burning curiosity in her heart.

"Fine," Umbra said, unable to keep as much venom in her voice as she would like. "I'll come to your stupid tea party."

"Excellent." Cadance said, clapping her hands together with a bright smile. "Shall we?"

She offered an arm to Umbra, as if they were headed to a gala together. Umbra snorted. "I'll save you the scandal."

"How considerate of you." Cadance said, unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice. Perhaps she craved the scandal; at this point nothing would surprise Umbra. "Oh and do feel free to use this unworthy ****'s body however you like. I meant what I said before; you really would make a good mistress.

She winked, and Umbra wasn't sure whether she wanted to die of shame or tear Cadance's dress off of her body and start fingering her there and then. Nevertheless, no more words were said between the two of them as they made their way to the balcony for tea. Like most of the Crystal Palace, the balcony was bigger than some apartments, with a beautifully decorated garden of flowers and exotic plants etched into the crystal walls. The bannisters were made of diamond, and the garden table was made of a mixture of marble, sapphires, and emeralds. Umbra wondered if their all-so-precious dragon had once tried to eat it at some point.

The decorations weren't what was interesting to Umbra at the moment; however, instead it was the two guests at the table. The first was naturally the damnable Princess Twilight Sparkle, who looked very nervous and surprised to see Umbra approaching. The other, unfortunately, was not the mysterious mistress that she had been hoping to see but instead Shining Armor. He hadn't noticed her, for he was brooding into his coffee, deep in thought. Likely ruminating about his affair in the coffee room, he could not imagine just how easy it was to appreciate his muscles from this angle. He'd likely thrown the first thing in his wardrobe onto himself, and it seemed to be a tad too small... his muscles stretching the fabric in all the right ways...

Umbra shook his head. No, bad Umbra! Don't fall into this trap again.

Thankfully she was provided a distraction from her internal conflict by Twilight speaking up, her voice one of **** politeness. "Oh Umbra, I didn't think you were coming. Didn't you say you were watching grass grow?"

Was that an insult? Or a feeble attempt at conversation? Umbra didn't care much either way at the moment, as Shining Armor's head was whipping around to see her as if he'd just heard a gunshot in the air. Umbra couldn't resist flashing him a fanged smile as she watched his ivory skin become sickly pale upon seeing her here.

"Oh I did Twilight, but the grass has finished growing sooner than I thought and now I can take my place here." Umbra said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"So... are you going to sit down?" Twilight asked, the smile on her face so painfully ****.

"No, I thought I might simply stand here gawking." Umbra said as she took her seat and slouched upon it like a personal throne. It was the chair opposite of Shining Armor, allowing him the perfect opportunity to steal glances of the dark queen with the most plausible deniability possibility. Umbra's wicked grin grew wider as she saw him fidgeting, likely trying to resist the impulse to steal a glance.

Cadance took her position to Umbra’s right; the table was small enough that Umbra was close enough to sneak a secret finger under the princess's dress. Umbra knew she’d dressed…accessibly. Cadance herself seemed pleased by her arrangement, lacking any of Shining Armor's brooding, Twilight Sparkle's nervousness, or Umbra's own animosity. In fact, she seemed to be positively enjoying herself.

"I have to say, I'm very pleased I was able to invite Umbra here. I know we've all had our differences in the past, but that’s no reason we can’t all come together.” Cadance said, her voice bright and cheery. Umbra had to give her some credit; whatever the princess’s true intentions, she was an expert at hiding them. “After all, I’m sure that Umbra will be joining us for a lot of activities in the future.”

Cadance winked, and Twilight’s eyes darted between Cadance and Umbra, mouth agape at the implications, whilst Shining Armor had knocked his teacup onto the floor. He seemed to have missed the implication and feared only the possibility of making himself even more **** to Umbra.

Umbra herself though enjoyed the panic her mere presence had struck into the two Sparkle siblings’ hearts. And yet she still wasn’t happy the look of delight on Cadance’s face, still she’d play along for now. “Of course, I’d be happy to Twilight. I’d love to play all your little games together.”

Twilight was blushing, her gaze fixed to the floor, fingers twiddling, sweat dropping down her fur. “G-games… are you sure, Umbra?”

“Of course, Twilight.” Umbra said with a smile oozing with fake sweetness. “I want to play in all your secret games.”

Twilight let out a squeak of fear. Shining Armor, meanwhile, wasn’t paying the least bit of attention; his face was pale and his hands were trembling. Umbra could practically see the two sides of himself warring in his head. The perverted tyrant and the noble prince, trying to push him into the path of good and evil. The rest of the world seemed deaf to him.

Neither of the other two ponies noticed, though. Both Twilight’s fretting eyes and Cadance’s beaming smile were directed solely at Umbra, and she welcomed their attention. She had to admit this tea part was turning out much more fun than she expected, what with her having plenty of opportunity to mess with Twilight.

“We were actually planning a movie night, Lady Umbra.” Cadance said, rescuing Twilight from her frets. “I myself have just imported a spectacular gory film from the Griffon Kingdoms. The censorship laws are much more lax over there and make for a much more terrifying thrill.”

Umbra raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you the princess? Don’t you set those censorship laws?”

Cadance pursed her lips, a frown coming to her face. “Less so than you might think. The parents, grandmothers, and priests—they are quite the **** to be reckoned with.”

“This is the problem with a free society.” Umbra said with a smug grin of superiority. However, as she was smiling, she noticed Twilight’s violet eyes flickering to her brother. A tremble was in her fingers as her face tinged ever so slightly red; the look in her eyes hinted at not-so-innocent thoughts. Something to note for later to be sure.

Shining Armor himself, of course, did not notice Twilight’s perverted gaze. Still trembling, still scared, his eyes darted between the three of them. As if awaiting judgment from a judge, jury, or executioner. Cadance pretended not to notice her husband’s distress, but her features hinted that she very much wished her husband didn’t feel so guilty about his 'affair.'

Eventually it seemed that Cadance could not bear to have Shining Armor so distressed any longer. She placed a rose-tinted hand on his snow-white one, a gesture more comforting than sensual.

“Shining, dear, is everything alright?” Cadance asked, at first innocently enough. But then her eyelashes started to flutter and a lewd grin crept slowly upon her face. "If you're not having fun, I'm sure there are other things we could be doing together..."

Twilight's cup of tea, much like her brother's, fell off the table at Cadance's invitation. Umbra could practically hear the purple alicorn's heart thundering away in her chest. Her wide eyes darted between Shining Armor and Cadance with wide disbelief. Umbra, for her part, was also watching intently. This unicorn stud had the entirety of the Crystal Empire waiting to serve him on their knees, if only he had the daring to take it.

Sadly for Twilight and Cadance, it seemed that this was a step that Shining Armor wasn't ready to take it. Nor even something as simple as a night's sex with his wife. Shame still seemed to weight down his heart like a chain, and his brilliant blue eyes seemed unwilling to meet his wife's. "N-not right now, Cadance; we have guests...a-and it would be awfully rude to leave them."

His eyes were darting around for an exit, and his entire body continued to tremble. Cadance continued to behave obliviously, but she knew the root of her husband's distress. Umbra had to wonder why she didn't confront him about it. Not to shame him for cheating, but to instead throw herself at his feet and beg him to fuck her like an animal.

Then again, perhaps Cadance wanted Shining Armor to come to the conclusion by himself, to embrace the power and cast aside any illusions of marriage vows, devotion, and monogamy on his own terms. Umbra supposed that if Cadance begged him to do it, then it wouldn't be natural nor a complete change in him. He would simply be indulging in his wife's fantasies; they wouldn't truly be his own. Perhaps Cadance didn't want her husband checking with her every step of the way to make sure she was comfortable with this fantasy; perhaps instead she was **** for Shining Armor to unshackle himself and thrust ahead. Regardless of whether Cadance would be okay with it or not.

That was what a true master did after all. A true master does not wait for permission, nor do they ask for it. A true master takes what he wants, demands what he wants, and knows he ought to get it. He doesn't worry himself with the concerns of his slaves, only with whether the slaves serve him well. A true master wasn't a master as a favor, after all.

Umbra blinked. Since when was she getting so philosophical about Cadance's fantasies? Perhaps it was something she had brooded on when she had been Sombra, when she had been thinking about how the Crystal Empire would change under her rule. Right? She hadn't been subconsciously thinking about Cadance's filthy fantasies, had she? Hadn't she been thinking about how Shining Armor needed to act or what he wanted to become? She hadn't been subconsciously laying plans? Had she? This wasn't supposed to be anything serious; she was just...gaining power...right?

Umbra's furrowed brow wasn't noticed by any of the other ponies, as Shining Armor was now making excuses to leave the conversation. "Um... Cadance, I think it's time to hold court now. Our subjects will be waiting to make their petitions; I think it's important that we be there on time."

Cadance frowned, looking very much like a child who’d been told that Heathswarming had been cancelled. But very reluctantly Cadance’s eyes flickered to her wristwatch. “I suppose. We wouldn't want to keep them waiting.”

Cadance’s eyes gleamed with a new evil promise. “I’m sure our subjects would just love to see more of you.”

Shining Armor looked pale, but he nodded. Worried if any of the other subjects of the Crystal Empire would be like Silver Shield. But he wasn’t only nervous, as the growing bulge in his pants could attest to. No, there was a part of him excited for this, as any red-blooded male would be.

As the two left, Umbra turned back to Twilight. She noticed that the purple alicorn had her eyes fixed on the retreating couple, particularly on her brother as he made his way out. Her eyes, though, weren't looking at the back of his head, nor his back, but instead at his ever so appetizing glutes.

"See something you like?" She asked Twilight. Her lips twitched into a smug smile, like she was that white unicorn friend of Twilight’s that always adored scandal and rumor.

“M-me? Like? Of course not! I don’t see anything I like… well, no, I mean, obviously I like my brother, but I don’t like-like him, of course. What gave you that idea?” She babbled, word after word flying out of her mouth in a blind panic. Umbra said nothing, simply looking at Twilight with a knowing glint in her eye as she took a long sip of tea.

Twilight, it seemed, was still going to dig herself deeper as she continued to splutter. “I mean the entire idea is absurd. He’s my brother after all! Why would I ever be interested in a muscular stud like him? Sure, he’s always had a fantastic dick, but I’m his sister, and that idea is completely taboo.”

“Sounds kinky.” Umbra said, her teasing grin widening as Twilight’s face etched with pure horror. “Don’t let Cadance find out.”

“Cadance?” Twilight asked with a bark of laughter. “Why would she have a problem with it?”

“She is his wife; she wouldn’t want her husband fucking her sister-in-law behind her back.” Umbra said, playing innocent. Twilight, however, started giggling.

“You think Cadance doesn’t want Shining Armor to fuck other ponies?" Twilight said, barely able to keep from bursting out laughing. "You really don't think she'd have any problem with it, do you? She was practically begging me to help seduce Shining Armor the other day. We've even been making plans for a threesome."

Umbra made a smirk like that of a cat as Twilight's eyes widened in horror at what she had just confessed. "Umm... no, that's what I meant. It was just an example, you see, and it wasn't as if Cadance had secretly been encouraging me to fuck my brother, and she wasn't hoping that Shining Armor would become some kind of sex-crazed tyrant or anything... it's just..."

Twilight fumbled over her words, seeming completely unable to think about what she should say next. Chuckling to herself, Umbra reached into her back pocket and produced an all too familiar letter. The way the purple alicorn's face started to pale made Umbra think she was going to faint. "You don't recognize this, do you?"

Twilight shook her head, her neck so stiff that Umbra could practically hear it creaking. "No..."

"Really? It's addressed to you," Umbra said, coughing as if she were about to perform in a play or begin a speech for the ages. "See, right here it says, 'My dear slutty, submissive Twilight.' So it must be addressed to you, unless... you don't happen to know any other slutty, submissive Twilights, do you?"

Twilight's hands gripped the edge of the coffee table; whatever words she wanted to say seemed to die in her throat. Pleased in her triumph, Umbra continued reading. "'You are falling behind. You have a beautiful body with a silky purple mane and a sexy hourglass figure, yet you still have yet to make Flash Sentry claim you as your sex ****.' Disappointing somepony are we, Twilight?" Umbra said, peering over the letter as if it were a test paper. "Do they give grades at sex **** school? Well, if you aren't even able to seduce that dumbass guard, you must be failing. Perhaps an F would be appropriate; it must be the first time you've ever received an F in anything, hmm...?"

Twilight's eyes seemed to be burning with a flicker of rage; a quick spark of fire spasmed across them, but still no words came out of her mouth. But Umbra's teasing stirred a potential possibility in her. Was Princess Celestia herself the mistress in the letter? It seemed an absurd thought against her virtuous image... but then again, Celestia barely did anything to hide her gigantic tits... and hadn't Umbra heard rumors about her secret double life? "Princess Molestia," they called her...

But that was pure speculation; meanwhile, Umbra's grin was becoming much wider as she continued reading. "Oh, what do we have here? 'You need to try harder, perhaps use your magic to add a few cup sizes to your bust size to drive him wild. In my experience stallions are driven wild by a mare with a damn good pair of tits.Well, I have to admit this mistress of yours seems like a very wise woman. But I see you don't seem to have taken her advice there."

Umbra's eyes drifted down to Twilight's C-cup tits, a meager size of tits compared to Umbra's, Cadance's, or even Silver Shield's G-cups. "Surely you've done research into expanding them, haven't you? Surely you have the magical talent to expand them, don't you? So what's the hold up, Twilight?

Twilight's gaze started to shift towards the table leg. "I-I've been delaying it; it's a big change, and my mistress—"

"Disobedient little sex ****, aren't you?" Umbra said, making Twilight wince. She started to tut like a displeased teacher and was quite surprised to see the way that Twilight's nipples were starting to harden. Was Umbra's teasing turning Twilight on? Or was it her discipline? Either way, that was something to note for later; Umbra returned to finishing the last of the letter.

"'You are taking too long, and your mistress is growing impatient. Both you and Cadance. But do this well, and you will get two masters to fuck and conquer you. Remember you can do this; I am certain you have the ability. You simply need to embrace the lewd sex **** that you are deep down. Your Mistress,. Well isn't that just the sweetest thing, Twilight? Your Mistress believes in you! She thinks that if you try your hardest, you can be a wonderful sex **** and fulfill all your sweet dreams." Umbra purred, her voice mockingly sweet.

But Umbra was bidding her time as she thought about her next steps. This time she wanted to be the one in charge. No more getting carried away, no more surrendering to her base impulses. Her emotions wouldn’t control her anymore; this time she’ll

“So how have you taken to being a woman, Unbra?” Twilight asked with a pained expression, so evidently clearly trying to change the subject.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME, BITCH!” Umbra screamed, slamming her fists down on the table hard enough to put dents in the marble. Twilight squealed back, but this time her eyes remained defiantly fixed on Umbra’s eyes. Like the good little hero she was.

“At least I remember who I was, Twilight.” Umbra snarled, clamping down on her fury like she was wrestling a tiger. She raised an accusing finger at Twilight. "My name is Sombra, no matter what body I'm in. No matter what Discord says or how he's changed my body, I won't ever stop being Sombra deep down. But I suppose a stupid pony like you has forgotten that."

Umbra's teeth grinded, her words were only partly directed to Twilight. Because the more she said the words, the more she doubted them. She was Sombra, wasn't she? the deadly, dark tyrant that Equestria once feared and would fear again? Not Umbra; Umbra was a prison, a lie she'd been **** to. But as much as she hated to admit it, that cage was starting to become more and more comfortable by the day.

But then Umbra's eyes narrowed, her anger disappearing in a moment of clarity. "And you're trying to distract me, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?"

Twilight flinched at the scream, not saying anything, but her face was as good as a yes. Umbra took in a deep, long breath, taking a good long while to calm down. She'd stood up at some point in her rage and had to calmly lower herself back down onto her chair. "You think that if you get me angry, then I'll forget all about the letter, don't you? That you can walk away from here with a mask of dignity for public use even whilst you spend every moment craving being dominated by a cock?"

Twilight was wilting under every word that Umbra spoke, as if every word Umbra said were reading a **** sentence before her. "Where did you even get that?"

Umbra's smile widened as she looked at Twilight's growing anxiety. "You were careless; you left it on the floor when you were miserably failing to seduce that boring fool Flash Sentry—"

"He's not a boring fool!"

Umbra raised an eyebrow at Twilight's interruption. "Name me one unique character trait about him."

Twilight stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes burning with fury, but she didn't seem able to find any words or retort. Opting to be merciful, Umbra decided to laugh at her instead of forcing her to contrive some kind of answer. But as Umbra continued to laugh, she couldn't help but get a strange feeling of déjà vu. It was just like in Cadance's bedroom with the journal; the two almost certainly had some kind of connection. The same mistress at least, but both of them having the same fetish, like that slutty royal guardsmare?

One time was odd, twice was a coincidence, but three times meant there was an unmistakable pattern. With Cadance gone, this could be Umbra's chance to dig for clues. She smoothed out some creases in the paper, enjoying the way Twilight's eyes widened. "You have to admit it's funny."

"I noticed. I imagined that was why you were laughing so hard." Twilight spat, her voice quiet but sharp.

"No, no, not that. I mean, you have to admit it's funny watching you scrunch your face and fail to answer such a simple question, but no, I'm referring to the coincidence." Umbra said as Twilight's head cocked in confusion.

"Coincidence?" Twilight gasped, eyes furrowed as she tried to put things together. "What coincidence?"

"Well, just a few hours earlier I found Cadance's diary, and she talked a lot about a so-called mistress. You wouldn't happen to know much about it?" Umbra asked, her words dripping in mock innocence. Twilight's face turned to one of horror.

"Y-you've read Cadance's diary?" Twilight gasped, her face turning a little pale. Umbra was delighted to see her again, turning back to panic. "Wh-what did you read?"

"All sorts of wicked little fantasies and frustrations. About herself, about me, about dear Shining Armour, and of course, about you? And my, oh my, does your sweet sister-in-law have a dark side." Umbra said, shaking her magnificent head. "Why she's mentioned such perverted and depraved things she wanted to do. I believe in one part she wrote, 'I want to pin that Twilight bitch to the floor and ride her fucking face whilst my master spears her tight cunt like a sledgehammer.' Such shameful language for our noble princess. Someone ought to wash her mouth with soap."

"Oh, wow, she really... in such vivid language." Twilight gasped, eyes becoming glassy and an absent hand trailing across her skirt. Often her hands twitched, as if she actively had to resist the temptation to push them under her skirt.

"Oh, believe me, it gets better. In another entry, this one just a few days ago that read, 'Now let's see...'" Umbra tapped her chin, pretending to be lost in thought. "Ah yes," she said, "I wish Twilight would hurry the fuck up and inject a shit-ton of changeling magic into her tits. That would certainly make them expand to a huge size of fuckable udders that no stallion could keep their hands off'."

"Changeling magic... I hadn't considered that." Twilight whispered to herself, her tone of voice more curious than ashamed. Like a student trying to figure out the right answer to a coursework quiz. Umbra had to admit the thought intrigued her. Just how good would Twilight look with a huge pair of tits? Maybe upgraded to an F-cup? Or even bigger?

"But the part that really caught my attention was the part where she wrote about a mistress." Umbra said, snapping Twilight out of her thoughts. "A mistress that trained her to be a sex **** for Shining Armor. Made her an excellent fuck, an eager whore, and ever so **** to obey. So I have to wonder, did you have the same mistress?"

"I-I can't say," Twilight said, looking away from Umbra, fingers twiddling. "She's forbidden us to tell anyone her name. It's a secret."

"How interesting? And you're afraid of displeasing her? Too intimidated by her perhaps, or is that just the way you've been trained? To serve and obey your mistress? "You can't give me a teeny-tiny hint?" Umbra cooed, her voice taking on a tone that one would use with a small child. But Twilight kept shaking her head, making Umbra's lips pout. "It must be someone close to both of you then. It doesn't quite narrow it down, but it's still something, I guess. Someone with a bit of a reputation, I suspect, given that the two of you are working so hard to keep it a secret."

Twilight said nothing, not wanting to inadvertently give Umbra another hint one way or the other. Umbra for her part shrugged and decided to adopt another line of attack. "So this 'scary movie night' you've been mentioning. Is that something you're actually doing? Or is it just an excuse?"

"It's an excuse," Twilight admitted, her voice still so very quiet. "Cadance does have a movie prepared, but it's a short one so that I can move on to other business."

"Like seducing that Flash Scenty guy?" Umbra said, a fanged smile wide on her lips.

"Flash Sentry." Twilight corrected, almost by reflex. It seemed so natural; perhaps Umbra wasn't the only one making the mistake.

"Why him? You're the Princess of Friendship, a gorgeous mare with power and wealth. Why settle for a second-rate stallion like him? Why would you even consider dating him? Never mind making him your Master."

Twilight’s face scrunched up in anger, her hands curled into fists on the table. Her violet eyes were gazing straight at Umbra’s. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand. A black-hearted bitch like you will—"

“He’s got a big dick, hasn’t he?” Umbra said, a smug little grin on her face.

“N-no!” Twilight spluttered, cheeks going red. “I mean, he does, and his dick is great, and it’ll feel amazing when he finally gets around to splitting me open with it. I mean, I just saw it the other day making a tent in his pants, and it was enough to make me drool and—"

Twilight’s rambling stopped when she saw Umbra raising an infuriating little eyebrow towards her. “But that’s not why I like him! I’m not that shallow! I like him because he’s a sweet guy and he’s nice and we have similar hobbies and—"

“What similar hobbies?”

“Umm…well…” Twilight stammered, twiddling her thumbs. Before she could get out any kind of retort, Unbra pressed on.

“So do you think he’d be okay pimping you out to your brother?” Umbra asked, sending Twilight’s face an ever deeper shade of scarlet. “Oh, perhaps that’s the real reason you like him? Hmm…? Because he’s a beta cuck who’ll let you get up to all your filthy, incestuous fantasies? Most men like to keep their slaves to themselves, but he’ll let sweet, studly Shining Armor use you. Is that why you like him? He’s a tool to get at the real prize?”

“Of course not!” Twilight gasped, her face filled with horror, but there was an unmistakable quiver in her voice that Umbra was keen to notice.

Umbra merely smiled at her protests, shaking her head in a way that made it absolutely clear that the dark queen didn’t believe Twilight. She said nothing, though, to deny Twilight any opportunity to argue.

“And how’s that all been going for you? It seems that your mistress has been a little disappointed in you.” Umbra asked, enjoying the way shame started to creep up Twilight’s face.

"It-it's been difficult.” Twilight admitted, collapsing into her seat.

“Perhaps you need to hurry up and get those big tits of yours prepared.” Umbra sneered, enjoying the way Twilight couldn’t help but cover her chest. “If you don’t hurry, I might have seduced every stallion in Equestria before you.”

Twilight gave a derisive snort of laughter, an act that Umbra responded to with feigned innocence. “Something funny, Twilight?”

“Yeah, well it’s just… you’re not going to be seducing any stallion in this empire. Everybody here knows you for the evil bitch that you are.” Twilight said, arms folded over her body, an amused smile on her face.

Umbra’s smile turned savage. “That wasn’t what Silver Shield said when I was groping her fat G-cups.”

“Please, one **** guardsmare hardly means anything.” Twilight said, shaking her head.

“Oh really?” Umbra asked. Twilight’s arms started to unfold. Fear and concern were starting to make their way onto her face. The smugness in Umbra’s tone was impossible to ignore.

"W-well, she’s just an ordinary guardsmare. You—you probably used one of your mind control helmets to fuck her, didn’t you?” Twilight said, raising a smug finger. “Bet you’re **** enough to do that.”

“Perhaps once.” Umbra admitted, taking a drip of her tea. “But not any more. I’ve found that old-fashioned seduction can be so much more effective.” Umbra’s eyes began to glint with malice. “Of course, Silver Shield wasn’t the only one.”

Twilight shook her head. “So you fucked the palace maid as well? Or maybe the chef? Big deal.”

“Now, Twilight, that’s no way to talk about your sister-in-law.” Umbra said, and the moment the words left her lips, it was as if all sound in the Crystal Empire snapped out of existence. The implication hung in the air in a way that seemed to consume all other noise.

At first, Twilight snorted at what seemed to her to be a transparent bluff, but then she couldn’t resist the temptation to look at Umbra in the eye. Scanning the dark queen for any hint of deception. But slowly Twilight’s eyes began to widen, and her jaw began to drop as she could find no sign of it.

“Y-you’re lying.” Twilight said, raising a shaking finger, but there was no weight behind her words. No bite behind her bark, and Umbra didn’t dignify her with a response. “How?”

“Have you read Cadance’s diary, Twilight?” Umbra asked with a smug little grin. Twilight’s face was as good as a no. "Well, Cadance is quite the slutty submissive. Not only does she want to submit to her husband, but she's also wanted to submit to me.”

“She—she wouldn’t say that.” But Twilight’s brow was furrowed. In her mind’s eye, Twilight was almost certainly calling upon every memory she had for Cadance, searching for clues one way or the other. From the look on her face, she was slowly starting to put some pieces together.

Umbra decided to help her along. “Oh yes, she was quite vivid in her fantasies. You see, she doesn’t want to be the master, of course, but nor does she want to be the harem queen. I imagine she gets enough of ponies asking her for advice and demanding laws and instructions from her. So all she wants is to be a treasured ****, free from the responsibilities of leadership and the suffocating respect of ponies. Free to submit and serve, both a king and a queen.”

“But she’s Shining Armor’s husband.” Twilight protested weakly.

Umbra shrugged her shoulders. “She didn’t want to be your brother’s wife, you know. She wanted to be his **** and servant. A shame, really; if you weren’t so fixated on that fool Flash Sentry, then perhaps you might have been able to marry him. Imagine what a scandal that would be.”

Umbra could almost imagine it, the entirety of Equestria in an uproar. It would be the scandal of the millennium, on the front page of every paper. "Princess Twilight Sparkle of Friendship proposes a sick proposal to her brother Shining Armor." Equestria had never been like other nations, at least not openly. It had always maintained the appearance of a kingdom where **** was frowned upon.

Although there were plenty of rumors of Celestia and Luna getting up to some lewd shenanigans behind closed doors. With some even bold enough to imply that it was Celestia trying to stop that scandalous affair that led to Nightmare Moon.

She wondered if Celestia had changed her mind on that once Luna returned.

But Umbra’s thoughts could not dwell on a rumored love affair for long, as she had to bring her attention back to Twilight. The princess herself was trying to appear defiant, but drool managed to sneak its way out of her mouth. Such a perverted little pony.

“Alas, it seems that our dear princess of love has a different pony in mind.” Umbra said, her blood-painted lips wide as she watched Twilight think through the dark implication.

“You don’t mean? You?” Twilight gasped, brow furrowed. Umbra knew she didn’t want to believe it and yet could find no way of disproving it.

“Of course. I imagine it was the thrill of the taboo, the delicious irony of submitting before her supposedly hated enemy. Or perhaps it was just these huge tits.” Umbra said, pulling at her dress to reveal a hint of more cleavage. She did not fail to notice Twilight’s envious eyes checking them out. “She practically begged me to fuck her, to dominate her and let her be my ****.”

Twilight clearly couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Umbra snorted. “Ask her yourself if you don’t believe me, but I have to tell you she’s not a half-bad pussy licker.”

That seemed to do the trick, as Twilight seemed to accept that twisted truth, but Umbra wasn’t about to let Twilight go just yet. “Of course, she’s not my proudest conquest today.”

Twilight’s attention drifted from the floor and back to Umbra’s face. This time she knew better than to doubt Umbra’s words and simply whispered, "Who?"

"Why, your own brother, of course!” Umbra said, smiling as if she had just announced the winner of a lottery.

"No," Twilight said, despair etched on her face. “He wouldn't—Cadance—"

“Cadance was practically begging me to fuck him, you sweet fool.” Umbra said, bopping Twilight on the nose. “She’s been so utterly terrible at making Shining Armor see her as the slutty sex **** that she is that she had to beg me to do it. Even gave me my magic back to help me.”

Umbra proved her point by levitating the cup of tea to her lips. Quite enjoying the look on Twilight’s face as she was met with unmistakeable proof. “And well, you know what. I don’t know why you are struggling so much with him. Seducing him was easy!”

“You-you-“ Whatever words Twilight wanted to say died in her throat. She knew better than to doubt Umbra had this point.

“Did you know he’s been actively holding back the urge to fuck every slutty mare in this place? That he had been casting a spell to keep himself from getting carried away? It’s like a perverted monster lies in his chest, ready to fuck anyone he sees!” Umbra said, laughing at the stunned stupid look on Twilight’s face.

If Umbra were to be perfectly honest with herself, she could relate to Shining Armor’s frustrations. There was a similar monster in her own heart, but one that was submissive and **** rather than horny and savage. So far, though, at least with Twilight, Umbra hadn’t let it take control.

“So Twilight, once I realized that it was only a simple matter. I coaxed that beast inside him out, luring him with my body and the promise of more fuckslaves to come. And you know what Twilight? It worked!” Umbra declared, her grin utterly savage as Twilight looked at her with a burning envy.

“Why?” Was all Twilight could gasp; Umbra made a great show of shrugging her shoulders.

“Who can say? Perhaps he, like his wife, is simply drawn to the taboo of fucking his kingdom’s greatest enemy. Or perhaps you and Cadance were simply too subtle.” Umbra’s eyes fixed on Twilight’s with a dark, accusatory glare. “Was that it, Twilight? Were you always sweet and kind with your prospective masters?"

Umbra stood up from her chair and made her way to Twilight. The princess had to twist her neck to look up at the dark queen towering over her. “Would you only hint at what you really want? Merely dressing in a few slutty outfits? Only rarely daring to make a few innuendos as to what you truly craved? Perhaps when you were truly daring, you might just hint at the slut you were underneath."

Umbra shook her head like a disappointed parent. From the way Twilight was wilting, it appeared that each of her accusations was bang on the money. “You need to be aggressive, seductive. You need to be fucking him with your eyes before you can get him to fuck you with his body.”

Umbra seized the back of Twilight’s chair and turned it around in a swift motion so that Twilight was now facing her directly. Twilight could not help but quiver under the dark queen’s gaze.

“But you know what? I did more to corrupt Shining Armor into an iron-dicked tyrant in one day than his wife managed in years. It’s just a matter of time until I make him cross the line and embrace the perverted master Cadance wants him to be.” Umbra said, her voice dripping with dark allure. She could see the shivers on Twilight’s fur stand on end.

Twilight was clenching the rest of her chair, breathing quickly. Umbra reached forward and placed a hand on her cheek, almost a motherly expression. “But you don’t have to worry anymore; I’m here to take care of that.”

The words sent Twilight through the gambit of emotions. At first her eyes widened in shock; no words came out of her mouth as the sheer totality of what had just been said registered. Then her eyes narrowed in suspicion and her arms once again folded at her chest.

“And what do you get out of this? Unless you want to claim you’re doing this out of the goodness of your heart?” Twilight spat, but she did not **** Umbra’s hand off of her cheek.

“Of course not. Don’t worry; I have no intention of insulting your intelligence.” Umbra knelt down, keeping a hand on Twilight’s cheek until her blood red eyes were level with Twilight’s violet eyes.

“What I get, Twilight, is power. Plain and simple.” Umbra said, her words sharp and crisp. “Think of the power I will have when I am this harem’s queen, when I am whispering into your beloved brother’s ear. The power behind the throne.”

“Or perhaps the power on her knees in front of the throne.” Some treacherous part of Umbra’s mind whispered into her ear. She had to physically resist the urge to shake that particular thought from her head.

“I could do the same to Flash Sentry as well, make them see you not as an untouchable princess nor as a sweet friend but as a sexy piece of fuckmeat to use and **** at their leisure. Maybe I won’t make him a king like Shining Armor, but I will make him a master."

Twilight couldn’t keep the desire and hope out of her eyes. She was hanging on every word that Umbra said, much to the dark queen’s joy. “I assume, though, you will learn to serve, that you will put all those skills that your mistress drilled into work.”

Twilight nodded empathically. “Yes, yes, absolutely Umbra. Believe me I’ve practiced every night, and I would never disappoint my m-mistress. I’ve been learning to take the biggest of dildos, how to blow them, fuck them, and titfuck them. I want to be the absolute best **** I can be.”

“Good, because you won’t just be serving Shining Armor and Flash Sentry, but me as well.” Umbra said, making Twilight cease her nodding and pause.

“Y-you? But you tried to take over the Crystal Empire! Twice! You tried to enslave the minds of all of Equestria! I can’t be seen eating your cunt or serving you sexually; it’d be a scandal! Humiliating! And—

“Hot?” Umbra asked. Twilight’s head was nodding before her brain could question it. But Umbra didn’t want to play nice right now, so her hand moved from Twilight’s cheek to her mane and yanked a fistful of her mane in her hands. "Well, listen here, you sanctimonious bitch. I’m going to own you, and when I do, you’re going to eat my cunt, suckle my tits, and do whatever else your damn harem queen desires if you want me to help you.”

Twilight’s eyes were wide with fear, perhaps not from Umbra’s sudden aggression as most would suspect, but instead from the possibility of Umbra denying her the possibility of serving Flash Sentry and her brother as a sex ****.

“So that’s the price, Sparkle; nothing in this world is free. If you want your dreams to come true, then you’ll need to learn to submit to me, to serve me, to please me. Flash Sentry and Shining Armor may be your masters, but I’ll be your harem queen. Anything less, and you’ll be just a needy, **** slut forever, always pining over what you can’t have.”

"I-I'll—" Twilight’s eyes were wide with fear, but she couldn’t deny her fears over Umbra’s threat. She’d tried for so long to seduce Flash Sentry and Shining Armor; both embraced all her mistress's lessons but had gone unsatisfied for too long. "I'll do it. I’ll serve you just as much as I’ll serve Flash and Shining.”

“Good.” Umbra looked around the gardens on the balcony. They were alone for now, but it occurred to her that this was much too open a place to have further discussion. Too likely that another pony would walk into them, a maid perhaps, or a visitor or a member of the Crystal Guard.

“You are fortunate that for now I do not wish to test the limits of that training, but do not think that I won’t in the future.” Umbra purred, even as she reached her fingers under Twilight’s dress and into her cunt. A sharp gasp escaping the alicorn’s lips. “There’s simply too much of a chance of getting caught.”

Umbra found Twilight’s G-spot and gave it a short jab with her blood-red fingernail. Just as a reminder for next time that she knew Twilight’s weak point. From the worry in Twilight’s eyes, Umbra could tell she’d gotten the message. “Until then, wait for my orders. I’m going for a walk.

“B-but you can’t leave! You’re supposed to be a prisoner.” Twilight gasped, frantic hands correcting her dishevelled dress. Umbra let out a savage burst of laughter.

“Oh please, Twilight, Cadance has permitted me to leave to explore the Empire now.” Umbra explained, standing straight and returning to her full height. A height that towered over the increasingly timid alicorn.

“It simply won’t be becoming to have a queen imprisoned anywhere, much less her own palace.” Umbra said as she turned on her heels and marched out of the balcony.