Chapter Two: A symphony of darkness and love

For a second, Umbra was not the terrifying dark tyrant who'd once conquered the Crystal Empire; nor was she the dark sorceress who had turned the Empire into a frozen graveyard for over a thousand years, nor was she the evil mastermind who had once destroyed the elements of harmony and enslaved the minds of Ponyville right under Princess Twilight and her friends' noses.

No, what she was in that moment was a panicking child whose mother had just caught her red-handed.

Frantic hands scrambled to hide the journal behind her back, whilst the rest of her body spun on her heels to face the interrupting alicorn. A ****, **** smile was hurriedly plastered onto Umbra's face even as sweat fell down her cheeks. It was wide, far too wide to possibly be natural, but it was all that she could make in the few seconds she had. Her brilliant twisted mind was now a whirlwind of panicked chaos that would make Discord proud. She needed a plan, an excuse, anything!

"Hey there, Cadance?" She said, her voice shaky, the twisted smile on her face threatening to turn into a scream at any second. "Did the Royal Court end early?"

"No, it ended two hours ago," Cadance answered, her violet eyes narrowed in suspicion. Two hours ago? It was supposed to end two hours from now. Umbra's blood red eyes darted to the clock and her heart froze. It had indeed been four hours; she had spent four hours reading the journal. She swallowed; it wasn't a good sign of things to come.

"Truly? Well, I guess I just lost track of time, these things happen after all." Umbra said, laughing in a way that would convince absolutely nobody. Cadance didn't respond; her eyes simply remained narrowed as she shut the door behind her.

"Why are you in our room?" She asked, her voice not raised by a decibel, but there was a simmering threat to her voice that Umbra could not ignore. Umbra's eyes were darting around, searching for an excuse, a distraction, anything to avoid the truth. Her scarlet eyes roamed Cadance's body, taking note of her succulent hips that could drive a saint wild, and those tits… her fucking tits. So perfectly shaped, huge yet not obscenely large, and her long violet hair that fell all the way to her waist.

As much as it stung Umbra’s pride to admit it, there was no denying that Cadance was indeed beautiful. Beautiful as a fairy tale and as sexy as a supermodel, Umbra even remembered how when she had been Sombra he had thought that Cadance would make an excellent prize as a **** had he been victorious. Yet as Umbra looked into those narrowed violet eyes she found no trace of that perversion that the journal claimed dominated her nights and fantasies, only a stern anger. It caused anxiety to twist around Umbra's stomach like a snake. She hated not knowing what was going on in her enemy's mind.

"Well?" Cadance demanded, her voice raised by just a decibel. Hands on her hips, took a step forward, a trace of her true alicorn powers echoing through the room.

There was no escape but to attack. Umbra **** her beating heart to calm and for the weak smile on her face to harden into a sinister smile. With deliberate slowness, she revealed the diary from behind her back, her scarlet eyes combing Cadance's face for any sign of a reaction. "I was just enjoying this little book. I don't suppose you happen to know who the author is, do you?”

Umbra got the reaction she wanted, and immediately, all the anxiety around her stomach burned away like ash. Cadance’s expression was that of pure terror etched into every contour of her face, and she stumbled back as if she had been physically struck. Her arm raised across her body as if protecting her modesty, as she gasped: "Where did you get that?"

The words spat out of Cadance's mouth like venom, but they only made Umbra more confident. The **** smirk on Umbra's face was becoming more real, her wide smile stretching all the way back to reveal her fangs. The anxious, panicked pose turned to a confident strut and a deep, sinister chuckle. "You didn't hide it very well. I mean, in your drawer? You're an alicorn for fucks sake, Cadance. You couldn't make an enchantment? A pocket dimension? An invisibility spell? Or..."

Umbra let the thought hang in the air, her smirk growing wider as Cadance's despair grew worse. Umbra made sure to relish every second of the self-righteous alicorn's embarrassment; it was a catharsis that she had been craving ever since she had been placed in this gilded cage and endured the humiliation of her defeat. Cadance's pink fur paled into a sickly white, and her whole body began to shake as she visibly swallowed.

"Or perhaps you wanted somepony to find it. Maybe you wanted to be caught, wanted to be revealed, wanted to be exposed, and wanted to be humiliated." Umbra purred, emphasizing every accusation with another step towards the humiliated alicorn. Physically Cadance was a goddess, and Umbra had her power stripped from her, but psychologically... psychologically Umbra had all the cards, and she intended to play them well.

Cadance’s gaze was fixed on the floor, as if hoping the carpet might open up and swallow her whole. Her fists were clenched so tightly that they almost drew blood, and her body's sweat could be seen dripping down to the floor like the very last droplets of a tap.

Umbra was enjoying every second she had to twist the knife deeper into Cadance's heart, her eyes turned back to the journal, searching for more humiliating material to make Cadance suffer. "Now, who is this mistress you write such filthy thoughts about? Perhaps your eyes are wandering from your dear husband? Dissatisfied with his meekness perhaps?

"NO, that's not it!" The words blurted out of Cadance's mouth before she could stop them.

"'That's not it?' So it is something else then?" Umbra teased, and Cadance's head flinched back as if slapped across the face.

“What…what are you going to do?” She whispered. The words filled Umbra’s heart with more joy than anything else that morning. Her enemy, her jailer, her nemesis was begging! The look on Cadance’s face would be sealed into Umbra’s mind forever; that was the face of utter defeat.

Yet Cadance did raise a fair question. What was Umbra going to do? She had considered simply going public with it, showing it to anypony Cadance would be mortified to see it. The press, Twilight, Shining Armor were just a few of the names that came to mind. But that seemed…petty. Not grandiose enough for the dark queen. **** was her second idea, but what would she ask for? Her house arrest was already providing her every creature comfort she might need, and she’d hardly think that Cadance would be willing to grant Umbra full freedom even if Umbra revealed her secret.

But as she calculated her options, a sweet smell wafted through her nostrils. At first she assumed it was from the fabric softeners or from Cadance's perfume, but as Umbra's eyes followed her nose, she found that it came from a much more interesting place. "Oh, this is rich. The Princess of Love herself is dripping wet! Cadance, are you truly getting off on this?

Cadance didn't shout, nor did she deny it. Instead she swallowed; her gaze did not move from its place fixed firmly at the floor, her face turning more and more pale by the moment. "You should know... it's not as if I've been subtle in my writings."

Umbra let out a bark of laughter; it felt good to laugh. She'd imagined so many had been laughing at her since her defeat; now, though, she would be the one laughing at them. "Indeed, you haven't. At least you admit that much... but perhaps you want to go further... Perhaps I should test what this Mistress taught you."

Umbra strutted forwards, her hips swinging as she walked; every step struck into the floor with the precision of a dagger, the smirk on her face was carved like a scythe. With every step the dark queen took, Cadance flinched; her violet eyes were turned from the floor and back into Umbra's blood-red eyes as she shook in her skin in arousal and fear. "Mmm, look at your tremble. You know what comes next, but you can't bring yourself to dread it."

Umbra was also getting horny; it wasn't as if she had been given much stimulation under her house arrest, and the body that Discord had given her wasn't exactly one with a low libido. For weeks she'd been unsatisfied, not daring to resort to self-pleasure out of pride, but now...when her sex could be used as a weapon, she was in her element. "Close the door, ****. Unless you want your kingdom to see your true self."

Cadance had her magic, and Umbra did not. She had no reason to listen to Umbra, no reason not to blast the dark queen to dust, and yet she couldn't. She felt compelled to obey, because while Umbra had been restless, Cadance was ****. Oh, she was good at hiding it, but now that Umbra knew what she'd been secretly feeling, she could see how Cadance's violet eyes were inflamed with suppressed passion, how every second her fingers would ever so slightly flinch as if she had to resist the urge to stuff them into her dripping cunt. Cadance could not resist obeying; she closed the door with her magic and locked it with a loud 'thud.'

Umbra let out a dark, throaty chuckle. This was too easy. To think Umbra had thought she was defeated when all she needed to do was wiggle her tits, and in doing so, she had reduced this Goddess of Love into a mewling fuckslave. "Kneel."

Cadance's knees gave out faster than even she expected. As if her body had been trained to obey even before her mind could think. Those violet eyes were widening in desire, her huge breasts heaving with arousal. "Look at you, so obedient."

Cadance swallowed, but she couldn't stop a drool of saliva from escaping her mouth and dripping into her dress. Umbra leaned down and rubbed her left hand against Cadance's silk dress; the fabric wasn't thin, but Umbra could still feel Cadance's nipples press against her touch all the same. The scent of Cadance's rose perfume was mixing with the sweat rolling down her fur; it was heavenly. Another perk of being the Princess of Love, she supposed.

"So firm, you must be so horny." Umbra whispered into Cadance's ear, her blood-red painted lips so close to Cadance’s ear. “You can deny it all you like, but beneath all your titles, your sweet smiles, your romantic platitudes, and fairy tale philosophies, you're a pure-blooded whore. Your innocence is a lie, Cadance, isn't it? Tell me the truth; I want to hear it from your own lips. Say, 'I am a dirty whore pretending to be a noble princess.'"

Cadance's violet eyes widened in alarm, as if she had heard a gunshot. She snapped her gaze into Umbra's blood-red eyes, searching for mercy. How quaint... Cadance only needed to summon her magical power, and this façade would end, yet something deep within Cadance's soul seemed to stop her. Instead, her throat **** out the words. "I am a dirty whore pretending to be a noble princess."

"You are unworthy of your title; you are fit only to be a concubine."

"I am unworthy of my title," Cadance gasped, her voice hoarse with arousal and despair. "I am fit to only be a concubine."

"True love is between a master and their ****, not between equals." Umbra said, her voice carving through the air like a knife's edge. To see the Princess of Love debase her principles, her morals, her ideals, in such a depraved manner. Oh, it was simply too perfect!

"True love..." Cadance swallowed; there was a last moment of hesitation, a shimmer of resistance. "It is between a master and his slaves, not between equals."

"Ha, 'slaves' you say? So you don't want to be the only ****?" Umbra's bark of laughter rippled through the room, which had otherwise fallen quiet. So quiet...so deliciously quiet. "You are beneath me, dirt below my hooves, existing to serve me."

"I am beneath you, dirt below your hooves; I exist to serve you...and that makes me so horny!" Cadance cried, and it showed. Her entire body was writhing with ecstasy and excitement; every cell was begging her to take the final plunge. To forgo any pretext of shame and start masturbating before Umbra right there and now.

Umbra's bark of laughter descended into full blown maniacal glee. Oh, the catharsis, the triumph, the humiliation—it was all so good! Now Umbra was getting horny; this was true power! Umbra might not have her mind-control helmets or her magic, but never had she felt as powerful as she had in this moment! "Then strip, you pathetic slut; show me the body of the goddess of love, the body that is wasted on a slut like you."

Cadance wasted no time; it was as if her clothes were on fire, and her hands tore them off with the same frantic desperation one would expect of a burning woman. Her royal dress, expensive enough to buy a house, was torn to pieces. Shreds of rich, royal fabrics scattered the floor; gemstones went flying as Cadance ripped off her jeweled necklace, sending the diamonds scattering across the floor like marbles. None of that mattered in Cadance's desperation to bare her body before her tormentor. It wasn't long until Cadance was naked, baring her heels, looking up at Umbra as if she were a dark goddess.

"Hmm... not bad, slut." Umbra purred, prowling in circles around Cadance like a predator. "Your tits are not flat nor absurdly oversized; your figure is slim and curvy, and your ass is a nice bubble butt. You are...acceptable."

Umbra was as dismissive of Cadance as possible, revelling in denying her rival even the slightest bit of pure praise. Deep down, though, they both knew it was an unfair appraisal; Cadance earned her title as Princess of Love. There was not a stallion alive who could resist falling in love with those perfectly shaped tits, the figure that looked as if it had been carved from the heavens, or her perfectly shaped ass. Cadance's body was a carefully assembled masterpiece, yet in this moment it was merely that of a pathetic whore's.

Umbra lifted her lips to Cadance's ear, the slightest breath striking Cadance's confidence like a blade. "Look at you. So turned on by the simple truth of my words, by the truth of your own inadequacy...but I suppose I should return the favor. After all, a true mistress rewards her slaves, even pathetic ones like yours. Now feast your eyes upon true beauty!"

Umbra took a few steps back so that Cadance could see the full display she was about to be treated to. Umbra started with the shoulder pauldrons; the dark iron plates fell to the floor one by one with a loud clang. Then it was her gloves and sleeves, revealing both of her arms, the perfect balance between muscle and beauty, with fingers painted the shade of blood. Umbra wished to keep her cape, so she snaked her hands behind it, undoing the straps of her chest plate one by one, watching the drool slip from Cadance's rosy red lips as it became looser and looser. "Look at you drool; how pathetic, how quaint."

With a final tug, her chest plate became loose and fell off her body; her breasts had been so tightly constrained that they particularly threw the metal plate across the room. Cadance's violet eyes shamelessly roamed Umbra's chest, particularly drawn to her ripped stomach. The six-pack rippling across her abdomen was as strong as the steel that had just flung off it. Umbra's sinister smile grew wider. "See something you like? Imagine the scandal, the virtuous Princess of Love so depraved that she's leering after the Dark Queen Umbra's chest. I don't blame you; my tits are so much bigger than yours and my muscles." She beat a fist against her stomach, her fist slamming against it as if it were pure steel. "So much stronger than yours; after all, I work out, unlike you. You're so much inferior, aren't you?"

"Yes..." Cadance slurred, to which Umbra let out a bellowing laugh. Now dressed in nothing but a cape and high heels, Umbra stood over her like a conqueror as Cadance continued to gasp. “You’re so much better than me in every way. I am inferior.”

“Then wouldn’t you agree that it would be prudent to return my magic to me?" Umbra asked, causing Cadance to flinch. "What kind of **** would you be if you hoarded all the magic for yourself whilst your superior was denied her birthright?"

Cadance flinched, visibly swallowing. On paper it was a bad idea, and Cadance knew it was a bad idea in practice too...but even at Umbra's true power she was no match for an alicorn like Cadance. At least not without some dark enchantment or trickery backing her up, but any traces of dark magic enchantments had been purged from the Crystal Empire, never mind the Crystal Palace. So logically, Umbra would be no match for an alicorn like Cadance, magic or no magic.

But... it was another red line that she would have to cross. This wasn't simply humiliation anymore; it was a dereliction of her duty as the Princess of the Crystal Empire, if not outright treason. She would be putting her subjects at risk, threatening their safety, all for the sake of her insatiable hormones... yet that was what was so thrilling for Cadance. Each step further defiled her title as the Princess of Love, a sinful irony as she trampled over every principle she was supposed to embody. It was...liberating.

With aching pleasure and no shortage of dread, Cadance's horn lit up with violet light. It started with a sensation like an egg cracking over Umbra's skull, her magical power trickling back through her body like water trickling down her skin. It was cold, a sharp contrast to Umbra's boiling lust, yet it didn't matter to Umbra. Not when she could feel her dark magic surging through her limbs; it ached in her body like a stiff muscle. She reached out with her red magic to whatever she could reach, the bed, the cabinet, the drawers; she rose them all into the air, like a morning stretch. The cherry on top had to be the look of dread on Cadance's face as it occurred to her what she had just done, how she had betrayed her people for her fantasies.

Umbra chuckled, her voice as black as the darkest night. To think that all this time it had been that easy, but alas, the true fun had yet to begin. With a snap of her fingers for effect, she clamped a blood red collar around Cadance's neck. With a sharp yank of the attached chain, she pulled Cadance to her knees, making her face press into the floor. Through the strands of her pink hair, Cadance gazed up at Umbra just long enough to see Umbra's black high heel press into her back, just between her shoulder blades.

"Look at you, so much power, so much prestige, so supposedly virtuous, and yet this is what makes you happy. Being a submissive slut beneath my heel." Umbra sneered, leaning forward and pushing more weight into Cadance's back. It was more symbolic than physical. Umbra was firm, not painful, yet Cadance felt the weight all the same. It pressed down on her like an anvil, a reminder of Umbra's power and Cadance's submission. She could feel Umbra grinding her heel into her back, finding a nice comfortable position for her to place her dominance.

"Yes, I am your submissive slut, Umbra." Cadance gasped, her voice cracking as she grew hornier.

Umbra barked out in laughter, relishing the sound of Cadance's ultimate submission. "You do not deserve to call me by my name; you are dirt beneath my hoof. My name doesn't deserve to be smeared with your tongue." Umbra paused, relishing Cadance's soft whimpers under her high heel as she considered her next words. "You may call me your queen, slut."

"Yes...yes, my Queen," Cadance whispered, the sound like a mouse squeak, but it was as clear to Umbra as if it had been shouted into the air. Umbra's head was thrown back in cruel, mocking laughter; every moment this lasted the better it got. Every red line she thought Cadance would never dare cross was crossed with little more than a feeble protest. But Umbra wasn't done; no, this was just the beginning.

She lifted her heel from Cadance's back, not as an act of mercy but only so that she could walk to the royal bed. As she approached the pink and red sheets, a tooth-rotting monstrosity, with her mind brewing with dark thoughts of defiling this sacred chamber. As she sat on the edge of the bed, she made sure to angle herself towards Cadance to give her a great view. Then with teasing slowness she pried open her powerful legs, revealing inch by inch the dark tunnel of forbidden pleasure that sat before her thighs.

Cadance watched the whole affair captivated, her violet eyes wide, her jaw dropped and drool dripping out like a leaky pipe. The only noise in the room was the gentle thrum of the magic of Cadance's **** collar and the soft dripping of her pussy. “Looks like some pony is excited; the Princess of Love is lusting over her nemesis’s cunt. Do you want to eat me out slut? Do you want a taste of evil pussy? Do you want to serve your Queen?”

The words fell out of Umbra’s mouth, almost perfectly. Each one a simple next step so easily, a surprise even to herself; even as Sombra, she’d never had much of a sex life. Her dreams of a harem had always been more a means of humiliating her enemies, not for her own carnal pleasure. Yet now, something seemed to change; was she more perverted as Umbra? She wasn’t sure, but every step came to her instinctively, as if she were in her element.

“Yes, my Queen.” Cadance answered dutifully, like a well-disciplined slut.

“Beg.”

"Please, my Queen, please grant your unworthy cunt **** the pleasure of serving your superior pussy. Allow me the honor of debasing myself to serve your cunt and to bring pleasure to you. And grant me the privilege of tasting your delicious nectar with my tongue. I’ll debase myself, betray Equestria, give you wealth, money, power, anything simply to taste your perfect pussy. PLEASE!” Cadance cried, her begging taking the form of a maniacal desperation that almost unnerved the dark queen.

But Umbra showed no sign of her hesitation; her blood-red lips curled into a sinister smirk. The only sound she uttered was a small snort. “Very well, I will grant you this privilege; now get your slutty ass over here before I get bored.”

Cadance rushed forward across the floor, scrambling with frantic desperation like a scared cat, but that frantic pace did not lead to sloppy mistakes. The hands that were placed on Umbra’s thighs were soft yet firm, and the tongue that pressed into her cunt was skilled. Digging in deep but taking time to explore every contour of Umbra's inner walls, Cadance was clearly no novice.

For a time, Umbra writhed and shook, unwilling to confess the truth of her arousal with a traitorous moan. Yet, inevitably, her voice betrayed her. “F-fuck! Y-you’re good. Fucking good… Good at fucking…. How are you so good?”

Cadance pulled away from Umbra’s cunt for the briefest of moments, wiping Umbra’s juices off her face with a hand. “I-I’ve had practice, my Queen. A lot of practice.”

Cadance returned to her duties, sending renewed waves of arousal rippling through Umbra's body. What an incredible feeling. Umbra didn't want to ever let her go; in a flash of inspiration, she wrapped her powerful legs around Cadance's head, squeezing the Princess of Love between her dark thighs. Umbra's fingers clenched into the sheets of the bed tightly enough to tear them under her nails, grunts of pleasure betraying her lust. But beneath that lust was a shimmering curiosity, Cadance... She was too good. Where had this skill come from? This wasn't the simple skill of a closet pervert; this was more than that.

"You're fucking good," Umbra admitted, her confession escaping her lips despite herself. "So obedient, not like my mind-controlled servants...you're even more obedient. A perfect, obedient sex toy."

Between Umbra's thighs she could feel Cadance shiver at the statement, as if it were a charming compliment, yet Umbra meant every word of what she said. Even when she had been Sombra, he hadn't received such enthusiastic obedience. Whether she used her mind-controlling helmets or simple corruption magic, there had always been resistance, whether it had been from a willful mind's defiance or simply because her slaves acted as robots. Showing no initiative nor pleasure in serving their master, but Cadance...Cadance was different. She was eager to debase herself; her violet eyes were lighting up with thrill at Umbra's every command, her body shuddering whether Umbra insulted or complimented Cadance. "It's like your body has been trained for this."

There was a soft whimper in Cadance's voice, a brief hesitation in her tongue, and a widening in her eyes; it could only mean one thing. "This practice you mentioned, it was training, wasn't it? The Mistress you mentioned in your diary trained you for this, didn't she?"

Cadance's violet eyes were wide with nerves, like a criminal caught red-handed. With a bright red face filled with both arousal and humiliation, she nodded. "It was intense...enjoyable, though, and my body was tuned to crave even the slightest stimulation."

Umbra's eyes were wide; this just didn't seem possible. To think that all this time, Cadance was such a depraved creature. It was an intriguing thought. Umbra wondered how much Shining Armor knew; from the sounds of Cadance's diary, not much. "This mistress of yours, I imagine she trained you. Who is she?"

"That's... a secret, my queen. A dark secret that a lowly **** like myself is not permitted to speak." Cadance admitted, eyes turning away as if she were ashamed to deny Umbra this truth. She was more ashamed of denying her queen a request than she was of debasing herself before her mortal nemesis. Umbra herself tsked, making her disappointment clear, but she didn't press on. She had not forgotten that Cadance had all the magical power here and didn't intend to push her too far.

"Very well, I will find out in due time." Umbra huffed, looking more petulant than she had intended to. She could almost see Cadance cry from her disappointment, and before Umbra could react, that disappointment gave way to a renewed determination to prove herself and redouble her efforts to redeem herself in her queen's eyes. It worked; through the haze of lust, it was easy for Umbra's anger to slip through her fingers like water, those fingers now rolling through Cadance's violet mane like she was a particularly fluffy puppy.

"Fuck! How long have you kept this secret side to yourself? How long have you been masquerading as a pure, virtuous prude whilst rubbing yourself to being a fuckslave behind closed doors?" Umbra grunted, her legs pulling Cadance in closer to her cunt, enough that Cadance's nostrils were filled with nothing but Umbra's cunt. "Answer me, whore."

"Since—since—" Cadance's voice was muffled; her mouth was filled with Umbra's pussy. She was struggling to speak with her mouth so busy. "Since I met Shining Armor, when I fell in love with him, I knew I had to be his ****. There was something intoxicating about the idea, a dark fire in my heart that wouldn't go out no matter how I might try to smother it. And my mistress was sure to nurture it, to make sure it spread until it consumed me completely."

Umbra's red eyes lost their narrowed glare, to be replaced by wide-eyed shock. The implications were astounding; the entire time Cadance had been ruling the Crystal Empire, she had been craving a master to conquer her. She said her wedding vows, but they must have been a lie; she didn't want Shining to cherish her, she wanted him to use her. And when she was with Chrysalis...

"So..." Umbra panted, unable to keep the surprise out of her voice. "When you were captured by Chrysalis..."

Umbra trailed off, her point hanging in the air and the implication clear to Cadance. The princess gazed up at her queen, her violet eyes betraying a certain slyness in her heart. "I may not have been as upset as I let on being Cadance's prisoner. It was more like... an opportunity."

"Oh?" Umbra asked, pulling her head back so that her violet eyes met Umbra's blood-red eyes. "Do go on."

"She was dominant, powerful, erotic, with a flair for the dramatic. She was almost irresistible with her gigantic chitinous tits and perfectly designed body, quite literally sculpted to perfection." Cadance let out a dreamy sigh. "She sent a shudder through my veins every time that she entered my cell. When neither she nor her changeling guards were looking, I stuck my fingers into my soaking cunt, imagining her in your place right now, my queen, at my husband Shining Armor's side. Dominating me, training me, pushing me to greater heights of ecstasy and depravity...alas, she was unworthy of taking your place."

Umbra's eyebrow rose, and she couldn't help but allow a sinister feeling of pride to ripple throughout her heart. "Unworthy?"

"She tried to mind control my husband." Cadance spat, for the first time showing venom in her voice. "A true Mistress does not use such petty tricks, and certainly not against her betters, against her true Master."

Umbra gave a dismissive shake of her head. How strange and warped was this princess's mind? Here she was eagerly debasing herself to her arch-nemesis, stripped naked and embracing every insult and degrading name Umbra sent her way as a badge of honor, and mere mind control was where she drew the line? "Oh really?"

Cadance could sense her queen's skepticism. Needing her mouth to talk, she slid two dexterous fingers into Umbra's pussy so as not to leave her queen's cunt unattended. They were thin yet powerful and flexible; they explored Umbra's pussy as if she had done so a thousand times before, seemingly with a sixth sense as to where Umbra's most sensitive spots would be. When her fingers found Umbra's G-spot, deep within her cunt, Cadance continued to speak. "You don't need to mind control me to love me... you don't need your mind control helmets. You just simply ooze dark dominant allure; you wouldn't need mind control to enslave mares, you simply need to embrace your true nature. I had high hopes for Chrysalis, but I was, alas, disappointed."

"As I would be if you did not get back to serving my cunt, slut!" Umbra barked, her red magic cracking through the room and striking Cadance's ass like a whip. The princess let out a sound that was somewhere between a lustful moan and a cry of pain. But if she was in pain, it didn't hinder her, for she immediately found herself lapping once again at Umbra's dripping pussy.

Umbra placed her two hands on either side of Cadance's head, holding the princess firmly on both sides of her skull. In truth, though, Umbra hadn't given that order for simple lust, though it was certainly an appeal, but as a distraction. Cadance's words rang true...too true. Cadance's was already a true ****, leagues more obedient and eager than any artificial method, and all of it with some simple words, a sexy outfit, and some stern discipline... Perhaps this was a better way... Perhaps her use of dark magic was unnecessary.

Umbra shook her head. What was she thinking? Soon she'd be dancing and attending friendship parties! Or perhaps friendship orgies, with the way things seemed to be going, but either way she wouldn't allow herself to be tempted by such weakness. She was forgetting herself; she was getting lost in the role as Umbra. She wasn't this weak-willed bitch; she was Sombra, the evil tyrant of the Crystal Empire. It was only because of that stupid Discord that she was locked in this body; she wasn't enjoying it... was she?

Umbra needed a distraction from her own treacherous thoughts, and one was soon provided to her by a rapidly approaching climax. It took her by surprise, her newly super sensitive body betraying any attempt to feel disgusted or ashamed by these feelings as they were drowned in sheer ecstasy and lust. In a last **** attempt to stop herself, she tried to hold back the impending orgasm, but it was like holding water in her hands, and the inevitable slipped out.

"FUUCCCK!" She screamed, unleashing her nectar all over Cadance's face, staining the beautiful Princess of Love herself with her dark cum. Umbra's own face started to become one of pure lust, her face stained with a red blush, her tongue rolling out of her lips just as her eyes rolled back into her skull. It was so perfect; she hated how perfect it was.

Beneath her, Cadance was looking up at Umbra with a pleased smile; her eyes were lighting up with stars. She looked as if her idol had just complimented her, almost starstruck. "Did I please you, my queen?"

As Umbra fell from her orgasmic high, her feelings of lust started to give way to wounded pride and humiliation. How could she, the dark queen of the Crystal Empire, have let herself cum before this bitch? It was insulting; she should be the one who decided who came when and where. Umbra's nostrils flared, and she bolted up with her red eyes filled with fury. The pleased expression on Cadance's face gave way to fear. "Did I displease you, my Queen?"

It was a whimper, but there was no place for mercy in Umbra's heart. "You fool. Did I tell you to make me cum? Did I allow you the pleasure of tasting my sweet cum? Did I ask for you to humiliate me with your pathetic, unworthy **** mouth?"

The words tumbled from Umbra's mouth; she knew they were neither fair nor reasonable, but her wounded pride and fury did not care for such trivial affairs. Every word sent a tremor across Cadance’s face, every word of disappointment sending a sting of despair, humiliation, and the tiniest thrill of debasement across Cadance’s face.

“I’m sorry, my queen; your unworthy **** apologizes for her ignorance. Please allow me to make it up to you... or punish me in whatever way seems most appropriate. " Cadance begged, visibly swallowing when she mentioned punishment. Umbra could practically smell the warring emotions within Cadance's heart: the shame of displeasing her new queen, the humiliation she felt at her failure, and the eagerness with which she awaited her punishment.

Umbra rose to her feet, staring down at Cadance like she was a stain on her shoe. With a wave of her hands, she encased Cadance's hands, feet, and neck within her blood-red magic, chains of dark magic binding her in place. Again, more symbolic than anything. Umbra's magic, especially with it restricted as it was, was no match for Cadance's pure alicorn might, but again, Cadance was eager to play the role of the truly trapped mare. The **** bound her all-powerful mistress.

Umbra prowled around Cadance’s bound body, admiring the alicorn as she remained stuck on her hands and knees. Umbra relished this moment of superiority, taking the opportunity to regain her confidence after her orgasm, while also sneaking a few glances at Cadance’s lovely body.

It truly was a work of art. Her gigantic tits, perfect bubble butt, and curvaceous figure—on any other pony the proportions may have come across as fake or grotesquely exaggerated, but the Princess of Love seemed to be sculpted by the gods, all the features coming together like a masterpiece.

But Umbra wasn’t here to admire Cadance’s body; she was here to conquer it. To ruin it for any other pony and claim it as her property. So before she could take too much time admiring the Princess of Love's ass, she struck it with the back of her hand. The yelp of pain that escaped Cadance's lips was almost musical, like a siren's squeal; pleasure and pain rippled through the alicorn's body hand in hand, two feelings fueling each other. "My Queen, I—"

Another slap silenced whatever Cadance was about to say, and then another one, and then another. "You've grown this ass of yours well, my dear slut. Sculpted it beautifully; it deserves to be slapped, deserves to be punished, deserves to be fucked." Another slap, this one the hardest of them all; this time Cadance's yelp had become a small scream.

"A-all the better to serve you, my queen." Cadance moaned, every word getting more and more shrill, and now when Umbra's hand pulled back from Cadance's rear, it did so stained with Cadance's cum. She was getting wetter and wetter by the second.

“And your husband?” Umbra asked, blood-red eyes narrowed. “What part does he play in this?”

Umbra knew that Cadance wanted to be Shining Armor's fucktoy and that her husband seemed at least somewhat (if not completely) ignorant of the affair, but by how much? And more importantly, how much room was there for a queen in their arrangement?

“I-I was trained to serve Shining H—HEEE is my master; I exist to serve him.” Cadance gasped, her ass waving, inviting her queen to spank it again. Instead, however, Umbra chose another approach, placing a hand on the princess's ass cheek and squeezing the tender flesh. “Fuck! Please more, my queen."

“Don’t dodge the question.” Umbra chided, slapping the firm behind with the back of her hand. "Confess the truth."

"Sorry, my queen," Cadance squealed before visibly steeling herself. "The truth is that I never wanted to just be Shining Armor's wife; I've always wanted to be his ****. I wanted him to be my king; I wanted to serve him, to be used by him. The wedding vows I swore were in truth an oath of slavery.”

“Ohh, and your husband never noticed?” Umbra asked, smirking. What a fool he was, so ignorant to the wishes of his own wife.

“I was…discrete,” Cadance admitted. There was a notable quiver of guilt in her voice but also pride. Like a cheeky child who’d found a loophole in her parents' rules. “For example, instead of vowing to cherish him in sickness and in health, I instead vowed to serve him in sickness and in health. Instead of promising to love and cherish him, I vowed to devote myself to him and to fulfill his needs. He remained blissfully ignorant, but the whole time I was secretly promising to be his wife and his whore! AAAH!"

"You dirty whore." Umbra whispered, piercing Cadance's pussy with her middle finger and digging deep into her G-spot. "Lying to your loved one, lying to your husband, to your master, to your king. You're unworthy of him."

Umbra stuck a second finger into Cadance's pussy. "You're a coward, Cadance; you should throw yourself at your master's knees, not play the façade of the loving wife. You shouldn't be keeping your thoughts contained in this diary; you should be shouting them from the rooftops. You're a failure as a **** and a whore for your husband, denying your true self."

Cadance choked back her tears, and just for a moment Umbra almost felt sorry for her arch-nemesis. The dark queen leaned forward, her painted lips brushing less than an inch from Cadance's ear. "Thankfully I am here to set you on the right path."

Cadance was so horny that she couldn't speak, but she answered Umbra's question with a lewd moan. Grinning Umbra's thumb started to trace over Cadance's cutie mark. "This is a false mark, not becoming of your true nature, your true talent. It's misleading. A lie. You're a whore first, a fucker, not a lover. It should be changed."

Ponies may not have known this, being so afraid of dark magic as they were, but to the shadow ponies of the Umbrum, there was a technique to change a pony's cutie mark. Umbrum were masters of dark sorcery, **** sorcery in particular, and they had long ago discovered the means to change a pony's cutie mark, to change the very nature of their soul and special talent. Umbra had never done it herself; she preferred to rely on the simplicity of the mind control helmets. Changing a pony's cutie mark was a finicky dark magic, requiring such annoying details like the pony's consent, a willingness to embrace this new talent, such a hassle. But right now, those hassles didn't seem so insurmountable.

"And I could change it, you little slut. I could burn this heart from your cheeks, replace it with something a bit more lewd, a bit more you." Umbra purred, pressing her blood-red nails into the fleshy cheeks of Cadance's ass, just shy of drawing blood. Always the masochist, Cadance's lewd moans rippled through the sex-stained smell of the bedroom. "Perhaps a collar, or a pair of handcuffs, or perhaps even a pair of tits. They are your best feature after all; all you have to do is ask."

"No."

Umbra's eyes raised, surprised once again, but this time her shock only came in the form of a raised eyebrow and a momentary pause of her fingers.

"No?" she repeated. Umbra had assumed that Cadance would have thrown herself at the opportunity. The princess of love had, after all, thrown herself at every other opportunity that had been presented to her. The way her pussy was gushing seemed to indicate that this was another one of those lines she would revel in crossing.

"No. Not because I don't want to—believe me, I so desperately want to—but because it shouldn't be you." Cadance turned to face Umbra directly, resolve etched into her every feature, so unbecoming of a submissive sex ****. "You were right; I have been a coward. I should have Shining Armor himself brand me with a new cutie mark; he should be the one to decide my new special talent. He is my husband, my king, my master; it is his right."

Umbra threw back her head and roared with laughter. Oh, how quaint; perhaps deep down this slut deserved to be called the princess of love after all. Even when she was actively being finger-fucked by the greatest enemy her kingdom had ever known behind her husband's back, her first thoughts were of her husband. His place in her own twisted fantasies—how utterly ironic.

But also frustrating, this was the relief that Umbra had been so desperately craving for weeks, and yet it was incomplete. She was denied true and total victory. But Umbra only let her anger show itself only in the form of a frustrated sigh. She was powerless to do anything to change it, the magic was useless without the sincere consent of the ****, and Umbra hadn't forgotten that Cadance could still destroy Umbra with her magic.

"Could you teach him?"

Umbra's head cocked at Cadance's request. It sounded almost innocent coming from Cadance's lips, as if it were a sweet child asking to play, yet it changed everything. Umbra's frustration was fading and replaced with renewed lewd confidence, her laughter becoming a lewd, sinister chuckle. "Perhaps I could, if your husband turns out to be as twisted and perverted as you."

"And perhaps he could give you a cutie mark as well," Cadance said, another innocent suggestion. But it caused the smile to slip from her lips and be replaced by a fanged scowl.

"Shadow ponies like me don't get cutie marks; umbrums are blank flanks forever." Umbra snapped; the reminder brought back unpleasant memories of her time at the orphanage. Of the other children chanting 'blank flank' both to her face and behind her back. She hoped they'd suffered when Umbra had frozen the Crystal Empire.

Cadance, however, seemed naively skeptical, her head cocked in surprise with a frown. "Are you sure, my queen? Perhaps you simply haven't found your special talent. I've heard a few rare cases with ponies who didn't get their cutie mark until well into adulthood and— "

"I SAID IT WON'T HAPPEN!" Umbra snarled, another harsh slap on Cadance's ass shutting her up. This time it was hard enough to make Cadance bruise ever so slightly; the princess whore quickly shut up and whimpered. Not in pain, but out of fear of angering her queen.

"Please forgive your unworthy slut, my queen. This whorish slut spoke out of turn; feel free to punish her to your heart's content." Cadance gasped, and Umbra was eager to indulge that permission, forging a horsewhip out of magic and striking Cadance's behind a good few times, each time earning herself an aroused yelp from the princess.

"You deserve this, don't you?" Umbra snarled between her strikes. Cadance wasn't the only one getting horny, Umbra was getting horny as well and so soon after she had already cum. How had Cadance held it in for so long?

"Yes, my queen, I deserve all the pain you inflict on me. I am nothing but a pathetic fuckslave at your feet." Cadence moaned; her pussy was dripping like a waterfall, and Umbra could barely believe that Cadance was still holding off her first orgasm. Perhaps a different strategy.

“On your feet, ****!” Umbra barked, and Cadance shot to her feet as if she had been struck by lightning. She didn't turn to face Umbra, but the dark queen believed the princess of love wished desperately that she had eyes on the back of her head. Instead of being **** to simply guess as to what Umbra's intentions were. The truth was Umbra was feeling competitive, almost insulted that this bitch hadn't cum yet. What mistress would cum before her ****? Umbra's pride demanded ****; she was determined to return the favor.

Her calculating mind was driven towards her sexual pursuits. How best to break this resilient whore? She thought to herself, perhaps a more 'caring' approach. Umbra marched around until she was in front of Cadance, the sharp high heels she wore allowing her to tower over the alicorn herself, bringing Cadance's violet eyes level with Umbra's dark heaving breasts. Umbra's smirk returned when she saw Cadance gaze at the heaving tits in awe.

"Magnificent, aren't they? Bigger than yours, better as well; perhaps you deserve a closer look." Umbra's powerful arms wrapped around Cadance's neck and buried the princess within her own enormous bust. The princess of love now could see nothing but the vast expanse of Umbra's ebony cleavage, feel nothing but the soft yet firm breasts pressing against her skull and smell nothing but the smell of Umbra's natural pheromones that reminded her of incense. "You must love that, hmm...?"

Cadance's head nodded. Unable to speak with her mouth filled with titflesh, Umbra could feel the faint trace of Cadance's tongue exploring, as if wondering if she could find a trace of Umbra's nipple. Doubtlessly to suckle them like a newborn infant, but Umbra wouldn't let her...yet. For now Umbra was enjoying the feeling of having the princess of love buried between her tits, debasing herself for the taste of her enemy's tit flesh.

But Umbra wasn't just going to bury Cadance's face into her tits; she was determined to have her ****, to tend to her own wounded pride. She would make Cadance cum; to not do so would be a sign of ultimate weakness. One that Umbra could not bear, so she reached down with her fingers, once again spearing Cadance's cunt with two of her dexterous fingers, finger blasting Cadance once again. They slid in easily. Cadance may not have cum outright yet, and her body may not have convulsed in total orgasm, but she was gushing like a waterfall, and her inner walls were nice and slippery.

"You're so **** to be a **** cunt, aren't you? Deep down you hate all the respect that you get from your subjects, from the princesses, even from your husband. You wish they'd leer at you, objectify you, insult you, and chant what you are: a slut, a whore, a bitch masquerading as a princess... Perhaps if you serve me well, I could grant you all of that." Umbra sneered, digging deep inside of Cadance's cunt, her sharp red nails piercing her G-spot. Umbra received her response as vibrations through her chest; had Cadance not been muffled, Umbra had little doubt her screams would have awakened the entire Crystal Empire.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Serve me, give me power, please me, and I'll give you all of that and more." Umbra said, her voice now dripping in dark excitement. Cadance would break any moment now; Umbra was certain of it. She just needed to keep the pressure up; it seemed Umbra's words rather than her actions truly aroused this creature. Very well then, Umbra knew exactly which buttons to press; Cadance's journal hadn't been subtle. "I'll make you march through the streets, naked or with clothes that display rather than conceal your bare tits and spare ass as your subjects gawk and leer. It'll be an event that is seared into the textbooks of history, ensuring that never again will you be held up as the figure of virtue but instead whispered as the finest example of a whore."

Were Cadance's mouth free, she would be howling. Her entire body was vibrating with emotion, just like her queen's. Frantic hands were darting around, trying to find something lewd to hold. A way to express the arousal she was burning with, she chose the sides of Umbra's tits, squeezing them like stress toys and pressing them further into her own skull. But this time Umbra bit back the moan, albeit not without clamping down hard on her lips; a queen must be in control at all times after all.

"I'll make you take photos of your lewd body. As you fuck, masturbate, and bear your true whorish self for all to see, we'll send the pictures to every newspaper, to every tabloid, with special early access to your friends and family. I'm sure Celestia will be quite impressed when she receives an early letter at her breakfast, and Twilight's face as she receives a signed image of your naked masturbating body will be quite the treasure, and your mother-in-law will be quite appalled when she sees what a whore her son has married."

The muffled moans in Umbra's breasts changed, becoming an amused laugh. Umbra herself smiled as well; she would pay money to see the looks on their faces. "And then there's your husband."

Cadance's laughter stopped ever so suddenly, as if a shard of ice had been slid into her heart. This was what scared her; this was what kept Cadance from embracing the ****-slut that she deep down wanted to be, the fear of her husband's reaction. This was an opening; Umbra had to exploit it, milk it for all its worth, and give Cadance hope that it was possible, and in doing so, Cadance would cum...and then Umbra would have broken her.

"You're afraid, but don't be. Your queen is here to lead you, to guide you into accepting your proper place." Umbra cooed, her voice taking the tone of a strict mother. "I can feel you burning deeply inside; you don't want to be Shining Armour's wife; you want to be his broodmare, his ****. You want to forsake your title of princess, don't you? And have him rule as king with you as his trophy, don't you?"

Cadance used whatever freedom she had in her neck to nod; her muffled moans became whimpers. She wanted this so desperately; she craved it with every fiber of her being. "Aren't you tired of him being the meek man? The understanding husband? The one who asks instead of takes?"

"YES!" Cadance gasped, throwing her head out of Umbra's breasts. Her need to confess gave her the strength to break through Umbra's grip. "I NEED IT! I NEED HIM TO USE ME! TO FUCK ME, NOT MAKE LOVE BUT TRULY FUCK ME! IT'S MY PURPOSE!...Why...why does he have to be so fucking gentle?"

Oh how Umbra wished she had some means to record that moment, to replay that confession over and over. Whether it was to relive this glorious moment a thousand times more or to share it with any pony who would doubt that this was Cadance's true nature. But for now, Umbra would strike while the iron was hot.

"I could fix that. I could mold him into the king, the master he should have always been." Umbra purred, regaining her grip and shoving Cadance back into the expanse of her own tits. Cadance almost immediately relaxing into Umbra's pillowy tit flesh. "I could reforge him, bring out his dark side, turn him into the dominant stud you need deep down. Get rid of those useless inhibitions; replace them with a need to dominate."

Then a wicked idea entered Umbra's mind, one that was both arousing and advantageous. One that would give Umbra the power she needs, a first step in gaining the ultimate power she had craved all her life. "And I hope you won't mind if I did that as his queen."

Cadance let out a whimpered cry. Confusion and arousal dominated her in equal measure, like two serpents strangling whatever remained of her so precious virtue. She could no longer speak, once again muffled by Umbra's tits, but Umbra imagined the princess would be filled with questions. Perhaps Umbra should answer a few. "Confused, my dear? It's all too simple; I will be the devil on your husband's shoulder. The wicked whisper in his ear, "I'll convince him that this is what you truly want and what you truly need. I'll become the queen of your empire, and you will be reduced to nothing but a lowly ****."

Umbra's fingers began to pump more quickly, more roughly, and more savagely, as if she were digging for gold in Cadance's cunt. She could feel the princess get closer and closer to the edge, every moment she teetered further and further towards orgasmic bliss. Yet, infuriatingly, she just wouldn’t cum! Something was holding her back.

Nevertheless, this seemed to be an effective strategy; she knew that Cadance just needed one good push. With the right words and the right sentence, this vixen would be cumming her damn brains out!

“And then when I corrupt your dear Shining Armor, when I poison his heart so that his love for you is gone and replaced with a lust for your body and a desire to make you his!” Umbra snarled wickedly, slapping Cadance's ass again this time with a brutal triumph. "And when I have him completely corrupted, when your dear husband no longer thinks of you as his devoted wife but instead as his loyal broodmare, I'll whisper in his ear. Convince him to reinstall all my ancient laws on slavery that you had abolished in the name of ‘freedom’ and the modern age.”

Umbra had remembered how noble the ponies of the Crystal Empire had considered Cadance and Shining Armour when they undid all HER hard work. Abolishing her ancient system in favor of disgusting freedom and slaving away for the inferior commoners. It should be the commoners slaving away for their queens!

"Hmpf… This would be poetic justice." Umbra thought with a smile before jabbing a sharp nail directly into the princess's G-spot. "And then I'll have him prepare some contract, all magically and legally binding, that will give away your rights and freedoms. You'll be bound to him in the eyes of magic and the law as his slut, his property and his ****." Umbra's blood-red lips spread into a crooked smile. "Maybe I'll make you sign them yourself."

Umbra couldn't see Cadance's eyes from her position where she was fingering Cadance's pussy, but from the way her body tensed, Umbra could effortlessly picture the princess's violet eyes widening like dinner plates. This was a good angle; soon Cadance would be sure to cum at long last. "Yes, my dear, I'll encourage your king to fuck you deep in your ass right over your desk. Right with all your royal documents spread across, and at his command, you'll sign them yourself, ending your own freedom and embracing your new life as his fuck ****. Your name will be known far and wide as the princess who gave up her throne, her freedom, and endless wealth to serve a **** whore."

Cadance howled with lust, her body writhing in pleasure as she thrust herself backwards onto Umbra’s fingers. Desperately trying to push herself over the edge, milking every possible sensation from the dark Queen’s fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s so fucking good. Please, my fucking queen, fuck me harder! Fun to say "fuck, FUCK!"

"Why won't you fucking cum?" Umbra snarled, anger breaking through her regal facade.

"B-because you haven't given me permission to cum yet, my queen." Cadance gasped, her voice shaky as she seemed to always get when she feared disappointing her queen. "The orgasms of an unworthy **** don't belong to her but instead to her queen to decide. I don't deserve the pleasure of cumming unless you give me explicit permission."

Umbra tsked; this was just too far. This wasn't just a simple fetish; this was getting freaky. More than a simple perverted side, Umbra remembered Cadance mentioning something about being 'trained.' Just how 'trained' was she anyway? Umbra would get to the bottom of this somehow; nevertheless, Umbra rolled her eyes and delivered the order. "Then cum you useless whore."

Cadance's piercing screech of orgasm carved through the bedroom air like a banshee's wail; her body exploded as it released wave upon wave of the backed-up cum in her body. It was as if her body had been physically wired to avoid orgasming without the express command of her superiors and her queen, and now that she had it, she was unleashing it all at once. She was quite the squirter; her body's efforts that had once been dedicated to containing that orgasm were now devoted solely to letting it explode out of her.

Umbra had to pull her hand away, the same way one might have to pull their hand away from a hosepipe; the pressure was so intense. Smirking with triumph, Umbra prowled around the Princess of Love so that she could look down at her slutty face; oh, how she wished she had a camera. Cadance's face was surely a work of art, with one picture of her fucked-stupid expression plastered onto the front of every newspaper in the Crystal Empire. Umbra could only imagine Twilight Sparkle’s jaw dropping seeing the adheago expression of her beloved babysitter.

Slowly, though, Cadance would calm down from unleashing wave after wave of her held-back lust, and she would begin to settle into the sweet afterglow of her orgasm. Her face glowed with all the radiant joy as her eyes fluttered with visible effort to remain conscious. She had fallen flat onto her back, wings spread out on the carpet floor like a mattress, her hair disheveled, with only one of her violet eyes visible through the mess. She was breathing quickly, sweat drenched throughout her body, as if she had just run a marathon without a break. "D-Did I please you, my queen?"

Grinning at the sight of her nemesis brought so low, Umbra scooped Cadance up from the floor and pulled her into her cleavage. So exhausted was the alicorn, so broken, that it was like lifting a puppet without its strings; her body was lifeless apart from her breathing. When Umbra allowed Cadance's head to lay within the expanse of her vast ebony cleavage, Cadance simply nestled it like a newborn nestling their first pillow. "So soft, my queen... so very, very soft."

Umbra smiled, her sinister smirk almost becoming motherly; it felt good to have the princess of love herself nestle her dark assets, and if Umbra was perfectly honest with herself, it wasn't completely unpleasant. This was the time to lay on the flattery, to wrap Cadance around her hoof. Umbra would love nothing more than to deliver the most savage fucking and **** to her arch-foe, but she wanted this to last. Umbra was an intelligent queen, and she knew that she needed a gentle touch to complement her iron fist.

"Just relax into my bountiful tits, dear Cadance. Just let my aroma stimulate you; feel how much bigger my tits are than yours. Feel them against your face, your reward for submitting to me, and there's more if you give me more power and submit more to me." Umbra cooed, one hand pushing Cadance's head deeper into the expanse of her tits, the other stroking through Cadance's mane like a mother comforting a filly.

"Yes, please, my queen. Your tits are so big, so soft, so perfect. I want to be your ****; I want to be the **** of you and Shining Armor." Cadance babbled, her words pouring out of her throat like an anxious confession. Umbra could feel Cadance's body squirm under her grip, not out of shame or embarrassment but rather from excitement and desperation. She needed this, and the thought made Umbra's heart surge. "I need it so much."

"Then you shall have it, so long as you are loyal and you serve. Everything you want to happen is possible, but you will have to do exactly as I say, serving as my agent to restore me to my full power. Serve as my secret **** and help me pull the strings to make me queen once more." Umbra purred into Cadance's ear like honeyed poison, corrupting whatever remained of Cadance's virtuous soul. She didn't quite have a long-term plan yet, but it was obvious that Cadance would be useful all the same.

"I will serve you, my Queen. Both you and my Master." Cadance declared, her violet eyes brimming with desperation. "I want to be his debased ****. Can you make Shining Armour treat me as his **** bitch?"

"I can, my dear, and I'll take your place at his side. Becoming his queen, taking your stud of a husband for myself, becoming the true love of his life!" Umbra declared, her pitch bordering on the edge of madness, fantasies and wicked triumph sending the words tumbling out of her mouth with little consideration to what they implied.

Umbra stopped herself; she was getting ahead of herself. Patience, she reminded herself. She had been impatient before, and that impatience had cost her. That impatience had allowed her to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory more than once and was why she was in the body of an evil enchantress instead of her original umbrum stallion body. She wouldn't get far if Cadance's true loyalties were revealed too soon; she would have to play the part of the sweet, prudish princess a little while longer.

"Now let's get you cleaned up; can't have you walking around drenched in your sweat and our cum, not because it's not what you deserve. In fact, I would love nothing more than to walk you through the streets of the Crystal Empire, and I assure you that one day soon it will come true. But for now you must help me lay the groundwork, you think you can do that?"

Cadance nodded with a fervent desperation. "Yes, yes, my Queen. W-whatever you should need, I will do. We'll make the Crystal Empire understand you are my Mistress."

Sighing reluctantly, Umbra snapped her fingers, and the blood-red chains that wrapped around Cadance's neck and wrists disappeared with a puff of red smoke. It was a shame, but she couldn't have Cadance walking around in chains without raising questions. "Stand."

On shaky legs Cadance got to her feet, very clearly disappointed that the rough fucking wouldn't continue even if she wouldn't dare voice it out loud. Presenting herself to her Queen Umbra like a trophy, knowing full well that Umbra’s mind was reeling with dark schemes that any noble princess would object to. But Cadance wasn’t a noble princess, not any more.

“First it seems I should dress myself.” Umbra purred with a wave of her hand and a trickle of red magic trailing around her body like a need and a thread. She stitched together a new evening dress for herself, one as black as shadows and etched with blood-red patterns. Relatively fetching actually, not something that would be out of place in that unicorn fashionista’s boutique.

But it was more than just fetching; it was a weapon. Cadance had shown Umbra that her new body didn’t have to be a curse but a weapon in its own right. A weapon that had brought the princess of love, a goddess in many ways, to her knees. Quite literally, in fact. Umbra hadn’t seen its value before, but now she wouldn’t sleep on it anymore.

That was why, instead of a fetching modest dress, she made sure its cleavage dug down deep. Deep enough that you could see all the way down to her belly button, and that it wasn’t just her cleavage that was visible, but the sides of her breasts as well. That way she was a feast for the eyes from any angle. That was also why she made sure that the back of the dress wasn’t covered, allowing the dress to reach down all the way to the crack above her glorious ass. Umbra's feet were carried on seven-inch crystal heels, spiked as sharp as knives. Out of the corner of her eye, Umbra saw her reflection in the mirror; she was a dark, alluring goddess who would bring any stallion before her to their knees.

"And now... it's your turn." Umbra purred, turning both her magic and her attention towards the princess of love. Her magic was worming around the princess with an elegant touch as she worked with a passion that would rival the fashionista unicorn's own passion. Her imagination ran wild, thinking of many different designs; each of them would be sure to mark Cadance as Umbra's property, to bare on full display the beauty and lewd allure of her newest ****. Alas, for now Cadance would have to maintain the illusion of dignity. "Hmm... How about this?"

She waved her hand, draping Cadance in a dress of pure white and silver. White was always the color of purity and virtue, but that was a lie on Cadance’s body. There was nothing pure or virtuous in Cadance’s heart, body, nor outfit. Most especially the opulent cleavage that was displayed for all to see and a modest dress that would ‘accidentally’ spread to reveal her long, shapely legs or perhaps, with a particularly large gust of wind, flash her panties.

“This is just the start, my dear Cadance, a mere taste of your new outfit and your new life." Umbra purred, smirking at Cadance like she was a perfectly painted mannequin. "And I do damn good work."

"Yes. You are correct, my Queen," Cadance answered with a curtsy, as if Umbra were the princess and she were the commoner.

"This is just a first step; I assure you that if you do your job well, then you won't have to walk around in clothes as modest as those in the future. This is only a temporary measure; if you pledge yourself to me, do as I need, and we will corrupt the prudishness in your husband's heart. Make him see you as the whore **** that you are and debase you at his leisure. But only if you do as I say. Now prepare to resume your duties; we can't have your husband growing suspicious."

"Of course, my Queen," Cadance answered, brushing her dress of any creases. She managed to place the mask of regal nobility back on her face with ease. Enough that it was almost enough to make Umbra doubt that she was the same alicorn she had just fucked stupid. Her face became one of regal confidence, her head held high and her pose the perfect blend of formal and welcoming. There was one difference with the Cadance post-Umbra fuck; however, she now looked at Umbra with the same warmth she would show Celestia and Luna.

Cadance was making her way to the door, but as she approached the door and placed her hand on the handle, she paused, deep in thought. "My queen, once you whisper in my husband's ear, when you convince him to unleash his inner stud and become the true dominant master at his side... you'll be his queen, right?"

"Of course," Umbra scoffed, folding her arms with a contemptuous sneer. "I will be the true ruler of the Crystal Empire, and I will take back my rightful place as its head. Whether it's with my magic, my skills or body I will take back what is mine."

"Then...does that mean you'll let him fuck you?" Cadance asked, unable to keep the hopeful smile on her face.

The sneer on Umbra's face was not so stubborn; it started to melt off into a frown. "What?"

"I mean, you talked about how you'd be my queen and that Shining Armor would be my king. Wouldn't that mean you'd have to let Shining fuck you as well... because it would be so hot to see, wouldn't it? Seeing Shining fuck your glorious dark ass with his huge cock while I watch would be so hot. You insult me whilst I watch, whilst my husband fills you with his seed as you claim your rightful place as his queen. Seeing his cock-

"WHAT MADE YOU THINK I WOULD WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOUR HUSBAND!" Umbra screamed, sweat falling down her brow. She was louder than she intended, as if she were trying to drown out with her voice how much that idea appealed to her. "Did you forget that I was cursed with this body? That my mind remains Sombra? That one day I will free myself of this twisted prison?"

Umbra spoke the words, but they weren’t truly directed at Cadance; they were directed at herself. Lewd thoughts were starting to creep in her mind, fantasies not so dissimilar to the ones that Cadance was describing. They shouldn’t be hers; they were an infection… weren’t they?

Cadance seemed stunned looking at her queen, her face pale and scared. Her head was shaking. “B-but I thought—"

“It is not your place to think ****!" Umbra barked, but her anger was deflecting her confusion. Questions were entering her mind one after another, like a storming crowd of reporters, and she didn't have the answers for any one of them. She stormed forwards, fists clenched; she needed to get away from here, away from Cadance, away from this room, away from any pony, and alone.

"My Queen, Umbra?" Cadance asked, her lust and arousal gone from her voice, replaced with sincere concern. That damned concern that those ponies always had, the tooth-rotting sweetness that made her sick.

"Out of my way!" Umbra snarled, marching past the alicorn as fast as she dared, as if she could outrun her thoughts and fears. "Just... just do as you do normally. NOW!"

Umbra didn't turn to see Cadance's expression; she needed to leave, marching through the halls of the palace. She was Sombra, not Umbra. Sombra, not Umbra... Sombra... Not Umbra...