Chapter 13: Acceptance

When Sombra awoke, she found that she was once again Umbra. She had returned to the form that Discord had granted her. The same tall, erotic form; the same muscular yet lithe body with the enormous ebony tits that dwarfed all but the alicorns themselves. But today Umbra felt at home in her new body; it was a skin like any other now. The difference between Sombra and Umbra was now becoming little different than a separate pair of clothes in her mind.

Umbra glanced in the mirror out of the corner of her eye, a finger twirling a strand of hair. She’d woken with a bit of bedhead that would need to be straightened out. She levitated a brush into her hand and started to stroke her raven, waist-length mane. It was her first time doing it; she had never bothered to do so before now. Thankfully, perhaps because of Discord’s design, there weren’t as many knots in her long hair as one might expect.

As Umbra gazed in the mirror, she had to admit she found the simple act of brushing her hair somehow invigorating. Strange because before now it had seemed like just one more act that would have seemed like another form of surrender to the form that Discord had ‘cursed’ her with. Now, though, it felt like sharpening a sword. Her hair was a part of her beauty, the long raven strands a part of her sex appeal. And that beauty had become her weapon. One with which she had already conquered several ponies and was only just beginning.

It wasn’t just her hair that she put more focus into today, but the rest of her outfit as well. Instead of just throwing on the skimpy clothes as quickly as possible, this time she took the time to smooth out the creases and make sure it was as seductive and pretty as possible. Then she applied her makeup with precise care, carefully ensuring that it was honed to be as seductive and enchanting as possible. Glittering dark red eyeshadow and lipstick coated her eyes and lips, giving her eyes the appearance that you were staring into the face of sin itself.

"Hmm, what to do, what to do.” Umbra hummed to herself as her diabolical mind wondered what should be the next step in her plans. Should she go after Cadance again? Use her powers and influence? Should she focus on Shining Armor and slowly tear down what remained of his inhibitions? He was so weak to her charms last time; it wouldn’t be hard to do it again. And with enough practice Umbra wouldn’t have to do anything at all. Then again, there was still a palace with unclaimed sluts and whores to conquer. They still needed to be attended to.

There was a knock at the door, and Umbra smirked. Perhaps her first target had decided to come straight to her. What luck.

She made her way to the door, timing each footstep so that the click of her platform heels could echo for maximum effect. She was intentionally keeping them waiting, anxious and curious for her arrival.

She threw the doors open and was delighted to see none other than Flash Sentry himself on the other side. “Hey, Prince Shining Armor wanted me to let you—"

He paused, jaw dropping. It seemed he did not know whose room this was; Umbra could practically see his throat drying. “If you’re not going to use your tongue to speak, then perhaps we could find better uses for it.”

The words flew out of Umbra elegantly, and she enjoyed the way that Flash Sentry’s jaw dropped in horror. “Umbra. I—"

“Mistress.” Umbra said coldly, eyes narrowing. “You are to refer to me as your mistress."

Inside her head Umbra’s mind was making calculations. Of course Flash Sentry was here at the palace; after all, he was a member of the Crystal Palace personal guard. Surprisingly, he seemed just as surprised to see Umbra here.

“You’re…you’re…” Flash Sentry muttered, his throat tightening as if it were about to **** him alive.

“Come inside, ****.” She said stepping to the side, daring him to obey.

“I’m not your—"

“You. Me. Talk. Now!” Umbra growled, eyes narrowed, voice radiating danger. Flash Sentry looked very much like he wanted to argue against this, but the note of danger in Umbra’s voice made him come inside. “Good boy. It seems that you’ve not forgotten the lessons I’ve taught you at the Dark Crystal Empire.”

Umbra closed the door, and with a casual wave of her hand, she enchanted it so that it wouldn’t let out even a decibel of sound. In other words, Flash Sentry was completely trapped.

Flash Sentry was standing there, heart thumping in his throat. Umbra enjoyed the way that ever second seemed to make him more and more nervous. Umbra loved this part; you could never go full steam ahead when it came to your slaves. Sometimes it was important to wait, to let time pass, much like letting food cook. Keeping them in suspense and letting their imagination fill itself with dread.

“Welcome back, ****; it’s good of you to come and serve me once more.” Umbra said, her tone sharp but possessing a pleased undercurrent.

“I didn’t exactly know that you were here.” Flash Sentry mumbled, barely loud enough to hear.

“Then you ought to be glad.” "Umbra, said, strutting around him like a shark circling its prey. In her hands she summoned a blood-red whip, which she stretched as she talked. “Because fate has deemed to reunite you with your beloved mistress."

“You’re not my mistress."

The whip struck the air, cracking like a warning shot. “Aren’t I? That wasn’t what you were saying yesterday in the Dark Crystal Empire.”

“Is it true then?” Flash Sentry asked. Nursing his hand as if it had been struck. A phantom pain perhaps caused by his fear. “What you said in the club?”

“That you were my ****?” Umbra asked, voice dripping with mock innocence.

“That you’re Sombra!” Flash Sentry all but shouted, raising a shaking finger. “That you’re the one that tried to enslave all of Equestria. That you were the one who encased us for over a thousand years and the one—"

“Who made you cum?” Umbra asked, her smile wide and deadly. “The one who made you hornier than you’d ever been in your pathetic young life? The one who enslaved you and made you pledge your soul to me?”

Flash Sentry said nothing; he was gaping like a fish. Words failed to escape his throat as his mind seemed to crawl to a hut. Umbra tutted, shaking her magnificent head. “To help you with your memory problems, allow me to assure you that I am indeed Sombra.”

“So it’s all true then, that Discord turned you into a woman. That your powers were stripped and you were put under house arrest until you reformed?” Flash Sentry blurted out, and the smile on Umbra’s lips became ever so slightly thinner.

“Where did you hear that Discord was the one who’d changed me?” Umbra demanded, eyes narrowed.

“It’s all in the paper.” Umbra snapped the paper out of Flash Sentry’s hands in a flash, and her red eyes began to read with an intensity that could rival heat vision. She didn't bother to read the whole thing, but at the top of it was something unmistakable.

Sombra the Stripper? Read all about the humiliating fall of the dark lord.

"Fall of the dark lord? From tyranny to titillation? No longer a threat but a joke?" Umbra snarled, barely resisting the urge to start ripping the paper apart. “Who would ever read such blatant lies?”

Umbra scanned the article, only processing a basic understanding of it but still more than able to discern that it was nothing more than yellow-page trite. Succumbing to temptation, Umbra tore the paper, first in half, then into quarters, then into eighths, and then she kept tearing it into pieces smaller than shreds, which she had the good sense to burn outright.

“YOU!” Umbra snarled, raising a finger at Flash Sentry like a dagger. All sense of elegance gone in her fury. She wanted to demand all sorts of questions from him, to **** him for all the burning, humiliating questions she had. But she knew that would serve her nothing, so she **** herself to remain calm. “Why do ponies no longer fear me? Why is this empire so dismissive of me? Why do you feel free to mock me?”

Her words barely registered with Flash Sentry as much as she would have liked. Instead, his eyes widened ever so slightly in realization, but the terror and fear that had previously adorned his face weren't there, and he seemed to be calming down. Instead he looked like he was barely holding back a snort of amusement, as if Umbra reminded him of something particularly amusing. Instead, he calmly nodded, an action that was more infuriating for Umbra than outright mockery.

Where was the fear? The dread? The panic? He was in the same room as a great evil. He had submitted his mind, body, and soul (at least in Umbra’s mind) to her in the strip club. But he didn’t seem to process the full consequences of what that meant. He seemed so infuriatingly calm.

“You seem awfully civil.” Umbra said carefully. She was outwardly calm, but inside she continued to simmer with rage. “One would expect that when faced with the greatest threat Equestria has ever seen, you would show some fear.”

Umbra’s rage started to settle as she remembered what Radiant Hope said about gaining power with pleasure. So the loss of her fear no longer bothered her, as much as it was being surrounded by an empire filled with idiots. The frustration of being the only sane person in an empire of fools.

"Well, we might have been once upon a time, but that was all before we all grew a spine.” He said, shrugging. He was calm; almost none of his earlier fear showed on his face. His hands were in his pockets like a disobedient teenager.

“Grew a spine. How?” Umbra demanded, her voice carefully restrained to sound more curious than ****.

"Well, it was all after you took over the Crystal Empire, actually. The last time, I mean, with your mind control, we all folded like a house of cards. So I guess it was a wake-up call for us, and it led to the 'grow a pair movement,'" Flash Sentry explained. His tone was cautious, but it seemed he was more afraid of upsetting Umbra for her sake than his own.

“Grow a pair movement?” Umbra snorted; despite everything, she couldn’t keep the amusement out of her voice.

"Yeah, basically every pony challenged each other to do different scary activities so we could beat that fear into submission.” Flash Sentry said, punching a hand into his fist. “There were massive sign-ups to all sorts of crazy activities like skydiving, zip lines, rock climbing, bungee jumping...”

“Aren’t you a Pegasus?” "Umbra asked, cocking her head.

"Oh, my wings were bound.” Flash Sentry said causally. "Anyway, part of the whole grow a pair movement was that every pony was watching horror movies non-stop.”

Umbra could feel a vein burst on her forehead at the mention of those shoddily written horror movies. “You must be kidding me.”

"Well, some of them weren’t that bad.” Flash Sentry admitted diplomatically. “But you were the star of half of them. And well, I guess the overexposure made it all cliché."

“CLICHE?!” Umbra screeched; she sounded like a bratty teenage girl, but she didn’t care. “And that’s why you don’t fear me?”

"Well, it’s kind of hard to fear a pony who sounds like a demented Santa Claus.” Flash Sentry admitted shrugging. "Ah, but it’s a classic, that movie. In a so-bad-it's-good sort of way.”

Umbra’s teeth started to grind, her eyes blazed with fury, and her fists were clenched so tight that her nails threatened to bleed. When she spoke, every syllable in her voice radiated danger. The three words spoken were enough to make even the steadfast Rainbow Dash beg for mercy.

“That. Fucking. Movie.”

Finally, Umbra was pleased to see some pallor in Flash Sentry’s face. Even if it wasn’t the abject terror he ought to be feeling. "W-well, they were really fun, but I-I suppose I could see why they upset you.”

“And pray tell, do any of you not fear what I could do to you? You all witnessed how easily I took over this kingdom and your minds once before, and I assure you it was no difficult feat.” Umbra snarled, her eyes glowing green as she made the effort to display as much of her magical power as possible. It was mostly a bluff, though; Cadance hadn’t been stupid enough to give Umbra true unchecked power when she had returned some measure of Umbra’s powers.

“Perhaps you would have been, but Shining Armor’s been setting up a program to train the ponies of the Crystal Empire and the Royal Guard to deal with your mind control and dark powers so we don’t really have anything to worry about.” Flash Sentry said, arms folded and looking cocky.

“You weren’t like this in the strip club.” Umbra snapped with all the **** of a belittled child. “You were at my complete mercy back then, begging to be spared by my power and influence.”

Flash Sentry smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, well that’s a bit of an act. I always did enjoy a little—" he coughed, blushing. “In any case, Shining Armor studied how to deal with your magic. So when you turn to shadows, we need to cast magical holy light to burn you.”

“Holy light?” Umbra scowled, crossing her arms. That had certainly not been a thing when Sombra had been king of the Crystal Empire over a thousand years ago. “Holy to what exactly? Did some kind ”

"Oh, to Celestia, Luna, harmony, and all that’s good in the world. Mostly harmony, it’s not really a religion.” Flash Sentry said, waving his hand. “Speaking of which, there’s also your mind control. Those trials were really rough, but in the end we figured out that the key was friendship.”

If Umbra had been holding anything at that moment, she would have dropped it. Or perhaps crushed it in her hand. “Of course it is.”

Every syllable she uttered had been uttered in pure venom. Her veins on her forehead were starting to twitch and fingers were digging into her fist. Flash Sentry remained frustratingly naive to her own frustration and continued.

“It was Twilight who gave us the idea actually. I remember mentioning it when she was here to do guard inspections. I had mentioned that we were still struggling to deal with mind control, and then she went into a speech about how friendship could beat any magic.”

“Of course she did.” Umbra’s mood did not improve the more she heard.

“Yeah, though she got a little strange at one point.” Flash Sentry admitted, shuffling his feet. “She had wanted me to join her for some key ‘friendship lessons,' but I couldn’t figure out the lesson.”

“Oh?” Umbra raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I mean, what kind of friendship lesson includes putting a collar round your friend’s neck? Or tying them with a leash? I really didn’t get it?” He looked so embarrassed; perhaps he was disappointed with himself for not figuring out the wise lesson.

“Oh really?” Umbra scoffed, unable to conceive of a male so truly dense.

"Yeah, she just kept talking about how good friends have benefits. I couldn’t figure out what she meant by that. I mean, aren’t the real benefits the friends we made along the way?" The way his eyes shone. He truly believed what he was saying.

“You’re an idiot.”

Umbra had no patience to sneer, scoff nor humiliate this fool. To do anything more than that would be so much more effort than it was worth. Instead, Umbra found her attention drawn instead to the collar around his neck. “And a hypocrite.”

“Hypocrite?!” Flash Sentry asked, aghast. “I take exception to that.”

Umbra laughed, his blustering all the more amusing to her. She strode forwards, hands behind her back in mock innocence. Once she was less than a finger away, she brandished her index finger like a knife and trailed a sharp blood-red fingernail along the collar around his neck.

“You claim to not understand what she wants, but it’s clear to me you know EXACTLY what she wants.” Umbra purrs, delighting in the way Flash Sentry’s body shivered from her close presence. For just a brief moment she thought she could see the gears turning in his head, and then.

“She wants to be your **** too?”

It was the perfect opportunity for Umbra, but alas, sometimes sheer fucking stupidity overshadowed her brilliant mind. As such, the next words that left her mouth weren’t carefully engineered manipulations but instead:

“You’re hopeless. Utterly, utterly hopeless.”

Perhaps that was the true reason they no longer feared her. It wasn’t the horror movies or the bungee jumping or the new spells, but perhaps it was because everyone in this empire was a FUCKING moron!

“How so?” Flash Sentry asked, looking so innocent as he cocked his head to the side.

“You’re not worth either the time nor the breath it would take to explain it to you.”

Flash Sentry frowned, his eyes knitted together in confusion as she tried to put things together. “That’s a bit rude.”

“Rude? I am the dark lady of the Crystal Empire, and you speak to me about rudeness?!” She poured her dark magic into her voice, making her every syllable radiate menace and power.

Sadly though, all Flash Sentry did was smile, with his hands in his pockets and a completely unfazed look in his eyes. In time Umbra felt her malice disappear not with a bang but with a whimper, and she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at the complete no-sell.

Flash Sentry looked like he was trying to **** his lips to look politely apologetic but in the end only managed to look more condescending. “Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry. “But I’m afraid we’ve long since stopped being afraid of you.”

“You didn’t seem that way before. Especially at the strip club.” Umbra pouted.

“Yeah, well, I never said we didn’t find the idea of being scared of you fun. I mean just look at the horror movies.”

He said it so casually, so naively, but even so, Umbra could practically feel two veins in her head start to burst. Was there no end to this? Maybe she should just bite the bullet and start watching one of them at some point. Didn’t Twilight or Cadance mention something about scary movie night?

She put those thoughts aside for now. “So you find it fun to be scared of me? Or at least to pretend to be scared of me? Did you also find it fun to pretend to enjoy serving me?”

Umbra folded her arms, her glare challenging, and she was pleased to see Flash Sentry blushing as he tried to respond. “Yeah, I suppose it’s a little…ahem… a little like that.”

“So strange though, isn’t it?” Umbra mussed, her voice equally seductive and resentful. “You all resisted me so fiercely back in the day. You especially, I recall, were determined to fight for your oh-so-'precious freedom’ that you resisted me tooth and nail.”

“You were a tyrant; you were trying to enslave us.” Flash Sentry said, his voice a strange mix of apologetic and resolve. The attitude of someone who knew that he was going to offend someone but also knew that he was in the right. “Of course we were going to fight back.”

“Yes, yes. But you didn’t seem so unhappy about being enslaved at the strip club. Nor were you the only one there who felt this way.” Umbra reminded him. She was attempting to remain haughty and condescending, but she couldn’t stop some bitterness slipping through her tongue. Why was it so different? Why did Umbra get the respect and power when Sombra didn’t?”

“Oh that. Well, have you heard of BDSM before?” Flash Sentry asked. He was blushing, and his voice was like that of an embarrassed parent about to teach their child all about the birds and the bees.

"YES, I’VE BLOODY WELL HEARD OF IT!” Umbra snapped, having no desire to go through Discord’s stupid performance again.

“Well then, I’m not sure what the confusion is? Surely you know about sexual fetishes?” Flash Sentry asked, timidly, fearing another outburst from Umbra.

“Of course I do!” Umbra snapped, this time with less ****. “What I want to know is why the entire Crystal Empire now seems to crave nothing more than to spend their entire lives chained by the neck when they so defiantly resisted my attempts a thousand years ago to do exactly that! Have I and my entire **** empire just become nothing more than a sick sexual fantasy to you people."

"Well, to be fair, it is a really popular one.” Umbra’s eyes narrowed like slits, and Flash Sentry began to sweat. It seemed he could be made a little bit afraid after all. “B-but really it’s because of all the movies. They’re like all those old B-movies, and they were just as eager to show off how sexy you were as well as how sexy you were. And then there was that movie that gender-switched you, and it was an instant classic and—"

“And who directed these movies?” Umbra snarled, eyes burning green. Her mind raced with a thousand different tortures she should inflict on this director who had caused her so much humiliation.

“I think it was Stephen Drocsid.” Flash Sentry said. Umbra quickly found a hand going to her head and digging down her skin as if she were clawing into her skull.

“Of course, of fucking course.”

“Do you know him?” Flash Sentry asked, innocently.

“OF COURSE I FUCKING KNOW HIM!” Umbra howled. “He’s the one who turned me into Umbra in the first place."

Flash Sentry frowned, lips cursed in confusion. "I thought that was Discord."

Umbra hung her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. It seemed like every second with this imbecile was a test of her patience. "You idiot. Spell 'Drocsid' backwards."

It took Flash Sentry entirely too long to spell out the word in its proper way. But when he did so, he slapped a hand to his face with a wide grin. “By Celestia, you’re right! Wow! Fluttershy’s reform lessons must be taking effect if Discord has quit villainy to become an aspiring director—"

“I don’t think that’s why he did it.”

“And here I was thinking that her lessons were a waste of time. I mean I know what Twilight said and all, but it just didn’t seem possible that a few cuddly animals and tea parties would be enough to redeem a lord of chaos like him. Wow, those reform lessons are really something!”

“I don’t think it’s cuddly animals and tea parties that reformed him.” Umbra said under her breath. Before she shuddered at the mental images that thought had conjured up.

“Oh, then how do you think she did it?” Flash Sentry asked, innocently tilting his head.

“I’ll explain it when you’re older.” Umbra mumbled, completely done with this stallion’s utter sexual naivety.

"Well, in any case maybe you should check out his movies; they’re really good and scary. I’d recommend ‘The Shining'; it’s got Shining Armor in it, but I had to watch it between my fingers. I was so afraid, and Twilight was hugging me so tightly; she seemed—"

But Umbra had had enough, and she had tuned out Flash Sentry’s stupid babbling. Because another thought had entered her mind. When she had been thinking about Flash Sentry’s sexual naivety Umbra’s attention had been bought back to the collar still around his neck, the same one she had placed around it in the strip club. Why had he kept it? Certainly it was some kind of sexual fetish, but to wear it even now? Did that mean he was still loyal to her commands?

“Your collar.” Umbra said crisply, interrupting whatever useless rambling that was now tumbling from his lips. Flash Sentey looked at her oddly. “Why do you still wear it?”

“Oh, well, I thought you knew it would be rude to take it off.” Flash Sentry said, but Umbra could see his eyes were looking away from her. He was avoiding something; perhaps he was still under her power after all. No magical power, of course, but under her influence and the weight of his lust.

"You lie," Umbra purred, smiling as she regained her composure. "You know better than to lie to your mistress. KNEEL!"

The words shot out of her mouth like the bang of a gun, and Flash Sentry's body answered as if he were on autopilot. A single overriding command that rippled through his every cell and brought him to his knees. Smiling Umbra was able to recapture her allure from last night at the strip club and her power over him.

“It seems I can still get you on your knees after all. Now STRIP!” The words seemed to reverberate like the **** of a whip. Flash Sentry scrambled to tear away his armor and his clothes in a hurry. “And out of your clothes. How delightfully amusing.”

Umbra threw her head back in haughty laughter, but in truth she was hiding her frustration at his indecisiveness. Why did this have to be okay but not for Sombra? She let out a furious breath through her nostrils. Never mind that, because right now Umbra was angry and frustrated. Frustrated with these oblivious ponies, with Flash Sentry's stupid naivety, and with the Crystal Empire that was filled with stupid do-goodies and sexual deviants.

And she had found that ever since becoming Umbra, when she got angry, she also got horny. And when she was horny, there was only one solution. Umbra's magic lit up like red chains, wrapping around Flash Sentry's wrists and neck. She could already feel her labia drip wet with every frustrated breath she took. "On your back, ****!"

Despite everything Umbra could not help but feel frustrated that Flash Sentry obeyed so readily. All his pathetic preaching of freedom and liberty was wiped away with desire and lust. Damn fool. The thought only inflamed her fury all the more, which made her hornier. Made her nipples harden and made her sweat glisten as her skin inflamed with lust.

She wasn't the only horny one, though; Flash Sentry's dick was hardening. Umbra could see it shaking, like a pipe backed up with water, about to burst. "Look at you; don't pretend that you don't want this. That this isn't your rightful place. Under me?"

Umbra was stroking her pussy; she could see the grin on Flash Sentry's face. He wanted this, but Umbra did not like his smile; it was too eager, too cocky for her tastes. Umbra snapped her fingers again, and the chains that had been bound around Flash Sentry's wrists bound themselves to the posts of her bed. She could have effortlessly ordered Flash Sentry to lay down on the bed himself, but Umbra felt that this was more enthralling. To watch her **** dragged across the floor in order to be fucked. It stimulated something within Umbra.

"Wha—Mistress, please," Flash Sentry begged. Possibly for the right to be fucked there and now, or perhaps for the chance to fuck her on her feet, or simply to walk over to the bed rather than be dragged. Umbra didn't care; she was enjoying his struggles. It reminded her of how things had been as Sombra and their **** struggles against her inevitable triumph. And she knew that deep down that Flash Sentry needed it.

Soon the chains dragged the stallion onto the bed, the chains around his wrists curling like snakes around two of the posters and binding him in place. Umbra was not completely without mercy, however, for she allowed his legs to be free in order for him to be able to spread them properly.

“This is simply how I prefer you, my sweet ****.” Umbra said, towering over him. She started with a hand job to make sure Flash Sentry’s cock was nice and hard. An appetizer of what is to come. “Submissive, chained, and utterly at my mercy.”

Umbra climbed onto the bed, one foot placed on each side of his waist, her hands on her hips as she towered down at Flash Sentry. Her shadow cast his face in darkness as she relished in her power over him. She licked her lips and watched him shake in anticipation.

She squatted down, her femcum dripping down onto Flash Sentry. Some fell onto his erect penis and dripped down his cock like a bead of sweat; some fell onto his balls and his thighs. They were the drips of rain that would foreshadow the storm to come.

“So, you think you can resist me? You have all the magic you need, don’t you?” Umbra chided, her teasing laced with venom. Still bitter about how she had been reduced to a total laughing stock. Umbra stripped off the cape and threw it to the side, where it crumbled into a red heap on the floor. "All the skills, all the power to throw me off." Umbra undid the shoulder pads that bounced off the bed and rolled across the floor with a loud CLANG. "And yet still you hesitate. Why?"

Umbra shed away the thin fabric that constituted her dress; it had been so thin already that it was easy enough to access her pussy and tits. When removed, the dress was light enough to float like a kite for just a few moments before it too fell to the floor. Now fully nude, Umbra allowed Flash Sentry to drink in every inch of Umbra's almost divine, ebony form. Giggling at Flash Sentry's desperation, she lowered her perfect, shapely ass onto his dick. Almost crushing his dick between her glorious ass.

"I...fuck...ugh..." Flash Sentry grunted, head swinging from side to side as Umbra licked her lips. She leaned forward, breasts pressing against Flash Sentry's chest as she whispered into his ear. Her voice was like poisoned honey.

"It's because you don't want to resist me. It's because you NEED me. It doesn't matter what powers or skills you're taught because you lack the will to use them." Umbra plunged her dripping pussy onto his cock, her velvet walls massaging and relaxing his erect cock. She could already feel a small smear start to leak into her cunt. "So know this little Flash. No matter how hard you train or what skills you may learn, it will mean nothing. You might be able to fight me, but you can never fight YOURSELF!"

Umbra started to move her body up and down Flash's cock. Slowly to begin with, teasing him and encouraging him. She always liked to keep her targets on edge to ensure they suffered the agonizing wait until their final release.

Flash Sentry was panting; she almost pitied him. So badly wanting to cum, but knowing on some level that he was not allowed to cum without his mistress's permission. His every muscle was rebelling against his obedience, though, desperately crying out for the sweet release of orgasm. "P-please, m-my Mistress—ugh—I can’t hand-handle it!”

But Umbra cared nothing for his pleas; in fact, she relished them. He had dared to suggest that she was weak, that his training made him above her power. She’d show him. She’d show them all!

“Shining Armor didn’t train you for this, did he?” Umbra sneered, picking up her pace. Every grunt of denied pleasure was music to her dark ears. She sped up even faster, determined to bombard Flash Sentry’s senses with endless tides of cruel pleasure. “You can handle my power, and you can handle my magic, but you can’t handle my body!”

“AHHHH, OH CELESTIA! OH FUCK!” But at the mention of Celestia’s name, Umbra summoned a horsewhip of dark magic and slashed it across his thigh. Flash Sentry seemed to be a bit of a masochist as he only yelped in pleasure.

"No, not Celestia. She isn’t your goddess; do not speak of her here. She is not your goddess. I AM!” Umbra’s face was alight with maniac joy, her lustful side in complete control. Her Sombra side was hidden away so that she could truly and totally enjoy this new rush of erotic power.

“Mistress… Queen… Goddess… I… I…live to serve…” Flash Sentry slurred out, his every word barely louder than a whisper. He sounded as if he’d taken twenty drinks of **** and was about to pass out. Well, pleasure could be addicting.

“Yes. You do.” Umbra’s voice had dropped much lower and was now like a serpent. Alluring, twisted, and ever so seductive. “But don’t worry; I’m sure you’ll find an excellent place in the new society I’m building.”

Umbra thought back to Cadance’s journal and to the lewd dreams that kept the perverted Princess of Love up at night. It brought a smirk to her face. “You know, Flash Sentry, it does confuse me why you ever tried to resist me at all. You’re so much better like this, serving, submissive, knowing your place as my ****. You’d have a pretty good place on the hierarchy.

“H-had to fight…evil…” Flash Sentry said, but his heart wasn’t in it. His every syllable was straining against the will to cum and explode. To drench her womb with his pathetic semen.

“Evil? Moi?” Umbra sneered in her best Rarity impersonation, placing a hand on her chest. “Can you really call me so evil when I spread so much joy? So much pleasure? When everyone will embrace a life as my **** with such delight?”

Umbra redoubled her efforts. She thought back to his resistance when she’d been Sombra; it had been pitiful, admittedly, but sincere. It would be too much fun to corrupt that into her willing enabler.

“You won’t rule us again.” Flash Sentry slurred; if he was roleplaying, then Umbra had to admit he was a good actor. She couldn’t tell if this was genuine resistance or simple playacting.

“Oh?” Umbra said, raising an eyebrow. She slowed the movement of her hips. It would not do to move so fast that Flash Sentry could not hear her after all. “Perhaps you're right. Perhaps I’ll never sit on the Crystal Throne again. Not that it matters to me, not when I have my king’s ear.”

“King’s ear?” Flash Sentry gasped, lifting his neck a little as he studied Umbra’s face in confusion.

"Oh, did I forget to mention?” Umbra asked in mock surprise. “There’s a plan in place, little boy, a plan of a new hierarchy forming in this empire." Umbra shifted her colossal gorgeous ass to massage his cock in slow, deliberate circles. “It’ll be a world where I’m very high up on the hierarchy indeed, perhaps even second to the top, but I admit I will not rule. At least not in theory.”

Flash Sentry’s revelations had **** Umbra to recalculate; if these ponies were truly immune to her mind control and truly able to counter her dark magic, then it would be foolish to try and rule in the open once again. No, it would be wiser to be the power behind the throne, the one whispering into Shining Armor’s ear as she rode that huge, thick, virile cock that would—

Umbra shook her head. FOCUS!

“But you know if you serve me, I would be quite the useful ally to have. If you were to help me now create the new world order I am envisioning, then it would come with certain privileges for you down the line, my sweet stupid Flash.” Umbra promised, her voice as sweet as honey. Flash Sentry was no master of much, but he did have Twilight Sparkle’s ear. He could be useful, or at least a start.

“I-I’ll never join you.” Flash Sentry grunted. This time Umbra was certain he was merely roleplaying.

“The cock, several inches in my cunt, begs to differ.” Umbra teased, enjoying the way his face brightened red in humiliation. She made sure to press down extra hard onto his cock to ensure whatever shame he had did not threaten to cause him to fight back. “But don’t be so ashamed. It will be an honor for you to have a special place at the king’s court. As a stallion and a loyal servant, you’ll be entitled to many privileges of your own. Should you serve me well?”

“W-what are you offering?” He grunted, his fingers digging deep into the mattress.

“Beyond a prestigious place at my king’s court and the honor of serving my cunt with your cock?” Umbra asked, her tone teasing. A playfully mock interpretation of a mother dealing with a spoiled child. “So greedy, but I can be generous.”

Umbra drew out the moment of suspense a few seconds longer than she needed to before answering. “Why not slaves of your own?

She could see Flash Sentry’s eyes widen at the offer, such a delicious bit of hypocrisy. A good first step towards his path to true corruption. "Oh, I see you like that idea. And who could blame you? Who wouldn’t want a gorgeous, devoted **** girl tending to his every little whim? It would sound utterly divine, wouldn’t it?”

“Y-yeah.” He panted, his voice so terribly weak from exhaustion and the constant edging. "Yeah, it would.”

“How would you like your ****? Busty or petite? Tall or short? Would you like her a brainless fuck toy or smart enough to understand your every whim and fulfill it to your utmost desires?” Umbra purred, her voice so deceptively gentle. She had to slowly peel the perverted beast out of Flash Sentry’s heart piece by piece. Ever so slowly, and never rush these things. Let him take your time.

“She’d be…she’d be…” Flash Sentry trailed off, his face scrunched up in thought. “Intelligent, very intelligent. I want her to be smart enough to be more than a set of holes. I want her to be smart enough to serve my every whim. I want her to put every bit of her intellect to serving me, to making me happier.”

“Oh, that does sound good, doesn’t it?” Umbra purred, leaning forward and putting her soft hands on his muscular chest. She moved them around in little circles. “It is a thrill to have an intelligent mare serving you. Quite the power trip to have a genius slut under your thrall. Devoted solely to your needs.”

“Yeah, such a power trip.” Flash Sentry admitted, the words flowing so naturally out of his head now. “And she’ll be kind and wise too. I don’t want her to be just a sexy set of holes, but a **** who can comfort me and speak sweetly to me.”

“But a big pair of tits is important, isn't it?" Umbra pressed, making sure to ride his cock harder. Pump his hormones from his dick into his brain. “You are a man, aren’t you? It’s only natural that you understand the value of a big pair of globes.”

To emphasize her point Umbra leaned forward and had her enormous globes replace her hands in massaging Flash Sentry’s pecs. In doing so, Umbra was attacking him from two angles; she relaxed him through the massage and drove him ever more wild with lust.

“Y-yeah. C-can’t say no to a big pair of tits. Especially if they’re like yours.” His smile. So blissful, almost innocent in a way. It was amusing the way he seemed to speak of it, like referring to a dream girl. If only he knew how delighted Twilight Sparkle would be to hear him. Umbra could almost imagine that bookish princess throwing herself down at Flash Sentry’s feet and promising to be his sex **** for life.

But alas, she was not here, and Umbra would not hesitate to take advantage of Flash Sentry’s desires.

“I could give it to you, you know. I could persuade our king to provide you with the sex **** of your dreams. A busty, kind, and intelligent mare devoted to your every whim. How does that sound? Should I ask our king?”

“K-king?”

Umbra realized she had perhaps said a little too much, but nevertheless, she decided it was perhaps time that she let her **** in on a bit of the truth.

“Oh yes, king. I mentioned him before, didn’t I? It’s all a part of the plan, or should I say, Princess Cadance’s plan.” Umbra paused to enjoy the way that every inch of Flash Sentry’s face was etched with shock at the mention of Princess Cadance’s name. “Oh yes, my dear. The princess of love herself is in on this. In fact she’s the one who came up with it.”

“You lie.” Flash Sentry said hoarsely. With a cruel chuckle and a flash of red magic, Umbra summoned Cadance’s journal into her left hand.

“Do I? You can read this for yourself.” Umbra said her movements were slower now as her attention was also drawn to the journal. She had opened a page at random and made a great show of reading from it. “It seems dear Cadance has grown tired of being a princess of love. She seems to find ruling all your hopeless ponies as tiresome as I do.”

Umbra’s hands gripped Flash Sentry’s shoulders harder as she continued to ride him. Turning from a soft massage into a firm grip.

“You should know better than that now.” Umbra sneered, her evil grin wide with triumph. “I don’t lie, and I have all the proof right here. So go on, Flash Sentry. Don't you want to know what the sweet, virtuous princess of love has in plan for your empire?”

Flash Sentry’s face was frozen, as if etched in stone, but Umbra pressed on all the same. “She wants what you want. To be a sex ****, to serve a master. Though not me (well, not me at the top), but rather her husband, Shining Armor. She masturbates every night, you know, dreaming of her sweet husband turned into a sex tyrant. Conquering and dominating every mare in this kingdom.”

Umbra clenched her cunt around Flash Sentry’s dick, twisting her hips left and right. Slowly, as the point here was to intimidate and remind Flash Sentry that she was in charge here and that everything she said was going to happen would happen.

“She has it all listed out, you know, all here in this journal.” Umbra said, tapping it with the back of her fingers. “It’s clear as day. Sweet Shining Armor at the top, total power in his hands. The right to call every mare he desires to please him for whatever reason or purpose. A master whose word is law and desires are yours to fulfill."

Umbra’s smile grew wider and more cruel. So ironic it was that such a villainous plan had been constructed not by her but by the princess of love herself. Such a betrayal of her every principle that she should have. She went on.

“And you know who your precious princess of love made second only to her husband in her twisted little fantasies?” Umbra asked, grinning in delight. "Why, that would be none other than myself. I would be his chief ****, his **** queen. My duty would be to keep mares in line, eager and ready to serve their master. Primed, trained, and loyal. With spread legs and open cunts.”

Umbra’s body was now swaying like a snake, left to right, side to side. It was hypnotic, both the way she moved and the way her walls sealed themselves around Flash Sentry’s cock. “But don’t you worry, dear, because below me is where you’ll be. Just third down on the food chain, you and all the other stallions.”

There was the ever so slightest change in Flash Sentry’s expression, turning from strain to arousal and just the slightest bit of intrigue on his face. “W-what does that mean?”

“It means—" Unbra’s soft hand cupped his face. “That you gain a few certain privileges in the new order. A little bit more authority, a few more prestigious titles, and of course a good few slaves to have at your command.”

"That's—"

“Perhaps you could have Twilight.” Umbra said slyly, remembering Flash Sentry’s musings from before. “Oh yes I know you’d like her as a ****. Don’t even bother trying to hide it. I know, Lady Umbra always knows.”

Flash Sentry was blushing now and not merely because he had his dick deep into Umbra’s cunt or because he was so desperately horny. Not that those two things weren’t true, though; in fact, if it hadn’t been for Umbra’s spell, he would have cummed long ago.

“You’d have to catch her fast after all, because in this new world Cadance wants to build, all women but myself will be slaves to their superior males. They’ll exist to serve, to clean, to cook, and to suck cock all for the pleasure of their male overlords." Umbra purred. Such a deliciously twisted fantasy, one that one would never expect such a virtuous mare like Cadance to ever have.

"It's—by Celestia—Cadance wanted that?” Flash Sentry gaped, eyes wide.

“Wants Flash Sentry. She WANTS that, present tense. And with me by her side, she’s going to get it. I think it’s going to be rather simple to be honest, given how easily you fell in line.” Umbra said and could see the gears turning slowly in his head. “But if you’re a good boy, if you do as I say, perhaps you might get a good first pick.”

Umbra trailed a clawed finger down his chest. “Would you like that? The first dibs as the slaves are auctioned out? I imagine you have your eyes on that sweet little Twilight, hmm? Perhaps with my help she could be all yours.”

“T-Twilight? M-mine?”

“Yes. Twilight. Yours.” "Umbra," said her voice, a soft chuckle. She picked up her pace, her hips moving with the **** of a sledgehammer. “All you need to do is submit, agree to serve me, and I will give you everything you want in the new world order that is being built.”

“I-I submit to you. To your dreams. I wi-will serve you, Umbr—" Umbra placed a finger to his lips.

“Mistress Umbra.”

“Mistress Umbra," Flash Sentry corrected. “I mean, I will promise to serve you, Mistress Umbra. And I will help make Cadance’s dreams a reality.”

“Good boy.” Umbra leaned forward and captured his lips into a kiss. As she did so, she let her magic sealing his dick disappear, allowing him to have the orgasm that he was ever so **** to have.

As he did so, Umbra felt her own climax was not too far behind, and she soon found herself cumming on his dick. Before collapsing to his side. She did not allow herself to simply collapse or cuddle alongside him, however. So with great difficulty she managed to sit up and pull Flash Sentry’s head onto her lap. The dark chains around his wrists had disappeared in the chaos of the orgasm, so he was free to run or fight now. Not that he wanted to.

“You’re mine now.” Umbria purred; he looked so peaceful, so weak… Perhaps just a little dark magic could slip through his defenses…

No luck; her magic was swatted away as easily as a housefly. The weakness and **** arousal on Flash Sentry’s face disappeared in an instant to be replaced with an almost fatherly smile.

She hated it. In a moment he’d stopped seeing her as powerful and started seeing her as cute. Already her blood was boiling as she pondered how best to wipe that stupid fucking smile off his face.

“You’re so adorable, you know that? Such a one-trick pony.” He said, smiling.

“I’M NOT A ONE-TRICK PONY!” Umbra screamed, her right hand raised, ready to claw at his face. “I’M MEAN, I’M DANGEROUS, I’M A FUCKING THREAT, I'M—"

She stopped, for as she had raised her hand, the corner of her eye had noticed some pony standing at the door. Umbra’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks as she realized she had been watching. Although watching was perhaps too much of an understanding when the mare at the door was leaning against the frame, one hand deep in her cunt, fur slick with sweat, nipples as firm as diamonds, and one hand clasped tightly over her mouth.

Her eyes were shut as she lost herself to whatever fantasy she was in. She must have been deep in lust because she hadn’t registered that the sounds of sex from Umbra and Flash had stopped or that they were staring at her.

"Yes, yes, fuck him good! Enslave him, corrupt him! Then enslave me! FUCCK!” She cried, quiet enough that she wouldn’t have been heard over Umbra's and Flash Sentry’s moans, but loud enough to be sharp and clear without them.

“Enjoying the view, dear?” Umbra said, her lips curled into a vicious grin. As if it were completely ordinary to find a mare masturbating as she fucked the shit out of her fellow royal guard.

“H-huh?” She said, her voice dreamy as if she were just awakening from a wonderful dream. “I-OH-AGH!"

She stumbled back, like a cat sprayed with water, her hand flying out of her cunt, spraying drips of femcum into the air. “I-I was just… I mean, it’s not what it looks like—well, it is what it looks like—but I can explain. Actually, I can’t explain…”

Her words tumbled from her lips a mile a minute as she desperately tried to come up with some kind of excuse. Each one that she came up with was more feeble and **** than the last.

“Aren’t you the pony who was with me in the gym?” Umbra asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked her up and down. It was. The same silver coat, the same enormous breasts and hourglass body. “Silver Field wasn’t it?”

“Shield. Silver Shield.” Silver Shield said flushing. A hand went to rub her shoulder as her eyes were fixed to the floor.

"Yes, that was it.” Umbra said with complete disinterest as she eyed her up and down. Had she changed her outfit? Her old one was certainly far from conservative, but this new one would offer even less protection than a stripper’s outfit. And Umbra knew that from experience.

“Um…”

“Is there anything you wanted, dear?” Umbra asked in a mock motherly tone of voice.

“Umm… well…” she was blushing so fiercely. If Umbra didn’t know any better, she might have been afraid the poor girl would faint. “I did have a message from Radiant Hope.”

“Radiant Hope?” Umbra all but shrieked, eyes wide as she too was startled. “Is she here? Does she want something for me? Does she have a message or perhaps want to meet me?”

Umbra cringed as she realized only after the fact how much she sounded like a love-struck fool. It was becoming so much harder to rein in her emotions as of late; perhaps it was an addition to her transformation that Discord had added as a laugh.

"Well, out with it!” She barked, too harshly to maintain any pretense of disinterest.

“She’s here in the gardens, Mistress Umbra. She wants to speak to you.” Umbra felt a surge of pride fill her breast at being addressed as ‘Mistress Umbra.' Enough to put her in an uncharacteristic good mood.

“Very well, thank you for your time. FLASH SENTRY!” She looked over her shoulder to see a very disoriented Flash Sentry climb to his feet on wobbly knees. Only to quickly fall back down and prostrate himself before her.

"Yes, my queen?" He said, face pressed against the floor.

“Oh get on your feet, you braindead fool.” Umbra snapped, impatiently. She left out a frustrated sigh as she watched Flash Sentry climb to his feet. “Now, I said that I’d reward you if you were to serve me, and here is a perfect opportunity.”

Flash Sentry’s eyes widened as if Umbra had presented him with a mountain of gold. “You don’t mean?”

Umbra snapped her fingers at Silver Shield. “Silver Shield, I, as your queen, have deemed it necessary to raise Flash Sentry here to the rank of Royal Guard Captain. And as such, it is now your duty to serve him as dutifully as you would serve me.”

"Wait, what?” Flash Sentry asked, swinging his gawking head from Silver Shield and Queen Umbra. “What’s happening?”

Umbra, however, ignored him as she continued to address Silver Shield. “You are to do whatever he says without question. You are to serve as his **** soldier, his sex ****, and his friend with benefits. You are to dress yourself for his viewing pleasure, obey his every order, and anticipate his every need and fulfill it without asking. Understood?”

“I understand, my Queen.” Silver Shield said, her hands clasped at her navel and her head bowed low. “I will serve him to the best of my abilities. My soul, mind, and body are his to play with however he desires.”

“Excellent.” Umbra said, clapping her hands with an excited smile.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Flash Sentry pleaded desperately.

“Of course you do, Flash Sentry. What would you like to say?” Umbra asked, her smile playfully innocent even as it held a teasing, sinister edge behind it.

Silence. Dead silence filled the room. Flash Sentry was frozen solid apart from his eyes, a finger raised. Only his pupils moved, very slowly to a bowing, submissive Silver Shield and a confident, grinning Queen Umbra. Whatever outrage he had been experiencing at the thought of being ignored had been forgotten and replaced with a stunned silence.

“Um…well…I just…just wanted to say…” He trailed off, his outstretched hand falling limply to his side.

“Don’t be shy.” Umbra said in mock sweetness. “Is she not sexy enough for you? Would you like another one?”

“N-no!” Flash Sentey blurted out. “I mean she’s more than sexy enough. I mean, have you seen her fat tits on her? No way am I passing those up if given the chance. I just…just mean…” he trailed off as he made eye contact with Silver Shield. Whether struck by her beauty or worried that he had offended her, he fell silent.

“Just thanks.”

“Thanks who?” Umbra asked, cupping her ear.

“Thank you, Queen Umbra.” He sighed, albeit with a smile.

“Any time. Any time as long as you continue to obey your queen, I should say. And never forget that your queen keeps her promises to her subjects. Royal Captain.

With a wicked grin and a sway on her hips, she walked away, leaving a very awkward Flash Sentry behind with his new prize.