>IT IS THE DISTANT PAST
>Except it isn't
>With Twilight's help you were able to quickly heal up Shining and Cadence, and teleport yourselves to a courthouse.
>You said "I divorce thee" three times in front of Wig Pony, Shining and Cadence reply "I heard you" three times, and bang - you were divorced.
>BANG, due to questionable legal lawyerifics you were now essentially a 'non-person'
>BANG, Cadence and Shining got all their stuff back.
>BANG you suddenly understand why Sombra wanted to reform the lgeal system first, and then take over the world.
>This sytem Suuuuuuucks.
>Meanwhile Sombra is really, really pissed off.
>But because she's a submissive bitch your just say "No, Bad Sombra!" and glare at her, and she usually stops.
>And growls
>And frowns at you.
>Angrily.
>You're not quite sure whther it's because you're treating her like a dog, or because you don't have your dick in her.
>Then again, neither is she, you'd bet.
>Then Twilight teleported you all to the Crystal Empire
>You swear you're going to get some sort of cancer from this continual teleportaling.
>Cadence and Shining retired to their room to recover from their injuries, which, although healed, were still grave enough to require additional time to heal.
>Shining is going to be bed ridden for at least three days with that leg.
>Although now he has a bitching scar over his eye.
>Cadence just seemed weary.
>You, on the other hand, went into one of the guest bedrooms, with a glorious bed and glorious linens.
>You're not quite ready for the whole full-on Shining and Cadence lovey-dovey experience.
>Yet.
>The experience on the moon, although unsettling, did you show you that you cared about them.
>But they're pretty full on.
>Baby-steps Anon, baby-steps.
 
 
>Which brings you to where you are, right now.
>It is the morning, with Celestia's sun peeking from behind the curtains.
>There's a sudden inexplicable breeze, which causes the curtains to suddenly fly to the side and tie up.
>It is the morning, and Celestia's sun is attempting to peak under the pillow that you're trying to hide your face under.
"Fckn bit" you slur, muffled from the pillow in your face.
>You swear you hear a whisper on the breeze that sound like 'language dear', and the sun mercifully goes from 'supernova' to 'tolerable'.
>You grab the pillow, toss put it under your head, roll over and-
>JESUS CHRIST.
>Sombra is just lying there.
>Nose to nose with you.
>Staring at you.
>You swear she's not even breathing.
>You move your head back.
>Sombra's face follows.
>You narrow your eyes.
"Sombra, what do you want"
>"To go to the bathroom. I've been busting all night!" she exclaims, as one might say 'gravity makes things fall down'.
"And you need me to say you can because...?" you ask
>"Because you told me to get in the bed and not leave it to go and do 'nefarious plans'" she sarcasms.
>You raise an eyebrow
"And you didn't want to disobey me becasue...?"
>You're genuinely curious as to exactly how badly Twilight has messed up Sombra's brain.
>Sombra scrunches his face angrily at you.
>He shuts his eyes and snarls
>He opens his eyes and they practically bug out.
>"Because..." she grinds out
>She's sweating
>You can see tendons in high definition on her neck.
>She's shaking
>"I...didn't want to dissapoint you!" she eventually extracts from herself.
>Now she's panting from the effort of saying that.
>Dat panting
>You reach out and grab her by the horn, and pull her close.
"You didn't want to dissapoint me? Why?" you ask, simply.
>Sombra shuts her eyes and tries to nod, teeth grinding.
"Use your words, Sombra" you command.
>"Yyyessss..." he grinds out.
"Yes what?" you ask, expectant.
>"Yess..." she snarls, groans, glares at you, then shuts his eyes again.
>Jesus how hard is it to say please?
>Disrespectful little-
>"Yesss...master..." she finishes.
>She suddnly goes limp, like a puppet sans springs, to keep them bouncing.
>It seems that admitting that took the strength out of her.
>Your dick however approves of this recent turn of events.
>You angle her head using the horn.
>There's slight tears at the edges of her shut eyes.
>And you can't help but pity her.
>Poor bastard got his head screwed up pretty bad if she's willing to call you master.
>This could have easily been you, having your free-will taken away, to be used as a sex toy for a bunch of ponies that you loathe and despise.
>Except now you kind of like Cadence and Shining, in their own weird way.
>And Sombra is a bit of a dick.
>And she tried to kill you.
>Still...
"Okay Sombra, you are going to use the bathroom. Then you are going to come straight back here. Understood?"
>"Yes...m-m-m-master" she stammers out, a pissed off look on her face.
>She toddles off, looking uncomfortable, growling angrily at the edge of hearing towards the guest bathroom.
>You hear a door close, and begin to consider the Sombra.
>Cadence declared that his punishment would be the Royal Cockslut, but you're still unsure if this is wholly right.
>I mean, she deserves it.
>But you're essentially raping her - is that right? Does two wrongs make a right?
>But she wants it deep down, to be the bitch - afte rall, she must've held her a full bladder for quite a while, and she didn't do it just because she didn't want to dissapoint her master.
>But she was made that way by Twilight...
>Curse you morals!
>You stop thinking Heavy Thoughts and wait for Sombra's return.
>And wait.
>...and wait.
"Sombra?" you call out.
>No response.
>You get up and look in the guest bathroom.
>It's got everything from a spa bath to a big mirror and good lighting and excellent soaps and bubble bath and towels...
>But no Sombra.
"...son of a bitch." you mutter
>Youre not in the mood for this shit. You really aren't.
>Time to delegate!
>You poke your head outside of your room, and yell "Sombras Escaped!"
>Instantly two guards appear, salute you, and toddle off in search of the red-horned mare.
>You do the Triple S, put on a change of clothes, and exit, prowling the halls in the direction of the Royal Balconey
>Because that's where breakfast is served.
>And you're hungry.
>When you arrive you see a table stacked with food, and a sort of lounge bed with Shining lying on it, a big-ass cast on his broken leg.
>Cadence is lying with him, magicking food off a plate.
>And balancing the plate of food on their back is...
"I wondered where you went." you say to Sombra, simply.
>Sombra makes a grumpy face at you.
>"Now, now Slave, is that anyway to treat your master?" says Cadence, sternly.
>You boggle slightly.
>Cadence saying that sort of shit is mildly disturbing.
>"Put the food down on the table slave, and greet your owner like a good slave!"
>Sombra glares at Cadence, and Cadence just gives back a level stare.
>The battle of wills continues for a few moments, before Sombra sighs in defeat.
>She puts the plate back on the table, looking at the delicious food almost wistfully, trots slowly over to you, bends her front hooves, and licks your feet.
>You're not wearing shows because fuck shoes, you're not going outside.
>Sombra's tongue snakes in between a few of your toes, and sneaks under the arch of your feet.
>Your dick approves!
>After your feet are thoroughly slathered, she sits on her back legs, and raises her head at you.
>If it were possible for a look to kill, you and every single one of your friends and family would be wiped off the face of the planet.
>"I'm sorry that I...I... tried to sneak off..M-m-master..." she says through grinding, clenched teeth.
>Your dick is excited by this turn of events
>Your brain isn't.
"Um...okey?" you say, walking over to the spare chair and sitting down.
>Cadence is looking at you with narrowed eyes from across the table.
"...what?" you ask, stacking sliced bananas and pancakes and assorted goodies onto your plate.
>"Anon, is that ANY way to treat your slave?" she asks.
>You simply stare back.
"...I have no idea." you say simply, pouring maple syrup onto the pile of pancakes you have amassed. I mean, how do you treat someone forced into sexual slavery?
>Cadence 'humphs'
>"Well, it's clear we're going to have to have a talk about how we treat slaveslike Sombra." she says, nose in the air. She turns to Sombra.
>"Sombra, come back over here, and pick up the plate, and come back here. Now." she demands, imperiously.
>Sombra picks up the plate off the table, and carries it back over to Cadence.
>Cadence looks at the plate.
>"I don't desire any of those things, slave," she says, looking at the muesli and oats on it. "Do you desire those things?"
>"Yes, Mistress," says Sombra with a bit of a snarl.
>"Very well, put the plate on the floor." commands Cadence
>Sombra takes the plate off his back, and places it on the floor.
>"Now, Anon," Cadence turns to you, "where exactly did you order this slave?"
>You pause,midway through smashing the delisioso pancakes.
"I...er...ordered her to go to the bathroom, and then return straight to my bedroom. She said she needed to go all night, so I let her go" you say.
>You feel like you're on trial.
>And Cadence's behaviour is REALLY throwing you for a loop.
>She's always been loving and kind and compassionate.
>This side of her is downright terrifying.
>Shining however seems unaffected, simply conent to watch while munching a pear.
>Cadence turns to Sombra.
>"Slave, why were you trying to leave the castle when you were explicitly ordered to go o the bathroom."
>Sombra raises his nose, snobbishly.
>"He never specified which bathroom. I was going to go to my bathroom in Canterlot, where I have some hidden crystals, then return straight to Anon's room, and try and free myself of this SORDID CONDITION!" he growls
>She's looking at Cadence in furious rage.
>"I don't want this - I HATE this. I HATE this SO MUCH. I am a stallion! I am homosexual, and I should be the one doing the fucking! I'm a King! The Lord of the Dark Crystals! And I should be the one lounging in that chair, NOT YOU!"
>Sombra is huffing and puffing, staring daggers at Cadence
>Something is stirring in your conscience, This whole situation just seems wrong to you.
>Cadence is simply unaffected. She casually takes a bit from shining's offered apple, her eyes never leaving Sombra's.
>"Slave, place your hind quarters over the plate." she commands, quietly and coldly.
>Sombra's eyes narrow, then pop open, a look of shock on her face.
>Cadence, takes another bite of the apple.
>"Don't make me say it again, slave."
>Sombra's face becomes inscrutable, as she positions her rear over the plate.
>"Slave, relieve yourself." says Cadence.
>You're transfixed in amixture of shock and...something else, half a banana halfway to your mouth.
>Sombra obeys, snarling.
>Sombra's rear is to you, so you get to see it all.
>You hear the tinkling of liquid on plate, see the stream pouring onto the muesli and oats.
>Those poor oats never deserved that.
>Sombra is shaking with fury and embarrasment as he pees in front of you all. Eventually, after an impressive long while, she stops.
>He looks back upa t Cadence, a snarl on his face.
>"Now slave," says Cadence, coldly, "you may eat."
>Oh shit son.
>You're still frozen, an unsettling feeling rising in your gut.
>Sombra continues to glare at Cadence.
>Cadence sighs, then a pink aura siezes Sombra's mane, and mashes her face into the spoiled food.
>"Eat." cadence says, harshly.
>You're behind Sombra, so all you can hear in growling, snarling, broken by occasional munching and slurping.
>Cadence finishes her apple.
>"I'll tell you what you are, slave. You're NOT a stallion. You are a mare in continual need of rutting." she says.
>The pink aura rubs Sombra's face all over the plate and the pale, foul smelling liquid and mush upon it.
>"You are NOT a homosexual. Your sexuality is meaningless to me. If I desire your tongue to service me, you will. If Anon or Shining desire to fuck your soaking rump, you will roll over and spread for them."
>A pink aura envelopes the puddle around the plate, and seems to draw everything in towards Sombra's mouth. You hear glugging and sputtering, as you guess Cadence forces it all into Sombra's mouth.
>"You are not a King, you are the Royal Cockslut. You will service us whenever we desire, and you will be loyal to us and our Crystal Empire as long as we live. I will sit in this chair, and on the throne, and you will serve us, kneel to us, lick our hooves and feet. You won't twist our words, and you will obey."
>The floor around Sombra is now clean, and she's stopped sputtering somewhat.
>"You are no longer Sombra, you are now whatever we deem to call you, whether it be 'slave', 'bitch' or 'cockslut'. But most importantly..."
>Cadence gets up, and walks over to Sombra, standing over her.
>"You are enjoying EVERY. SINGLE. SECOND OF IT." she says, harshly. "Don't you Slutbra?"
>"Y...yes mistress' Sombra whimpers.
>you're still frozen.
>On the one hand, you're hard as a rock.
>On the other hand, you're put off by Cadence's behaviour, and the questionable morality of the situation.
>You decide to solve a lesser choice, and continue eating, wide eyed and simultaneously horrified and aroused.
>Cadence, satisfied, wrenches Sombra off the floor with her magic.
>"You are going to go up to the Royal Bedroom. You are going to clean this filthy, worthless face. Then you are going to sit on the floor, by the bed. When we're done here, I'm going to come up, and tell you more in depth about your role here. Understood?"
>Sombra whimpers a bit, and nods, slowly.
>Cadence throws Sombra with her magic to the floor. SOmbra gets up and quickly runs out.
>Cadence simply walks back to the couch, and sits with Shining.
>"I think you did an excellent job," says Shining, casually. He nuzzles Cadence, then looks over at you. "What do you think?"
>You don't respond.
>Cadence turns and sees the look on your face, and frowns slightly.
>"Are you okay Anon?" she asks
>You mull over the question.
"I'm not entirely sure. I mean, while what just hapened was hot, it was..."
>You gesture, confusedly
>Cadence takes a banana from the table and takes a bite.
>'While I may have not fully understood you, Anon, I have a deep understanding of ponies." she hazards, "And everything is telling me that Sombra WANTS this."
"Is that because she actually wants it, or because of Twilight's magic?" you ask.
>Cadence sighs. "Honestly, I don't know. All I know is that Sombra is confused about being what he was, and what he now is. I'm just trying to help him adjust to his punishment, you know? Help make it easier on him."
>You stare down at your food.
>"Please Anon," says Cadence softly, walking up to you, "please tell us what's on your mind?"
>You toy your food a bit
"This just doesn't... seem right, to me." you say, simply, "It all seems to be ... morally suspect."
>Cadence walks over to you and nuzzles you a bit.
>"It's okay. It was either this or lock Sombra up in the Crystal of Torment for his crimes. I prefered to be merciful." she says. She walks back over to Shining, and lays on the couch with him.
>"Please Anon, care to bring your chair a little closer, so we may talk without you hiding behind the buffet?"
>You pick up the chair and move closer, your conscience not completely assuaged.
>"Honestly Anon, I thought you'd be on baord with the whole 'Sombra being your cumdumpster' idea, considering how hard you were pounding her on the moon" says Shining, using his magic to lift a napkin and daintily wipe his mouth.
"Yeah, but I was pissed off at him at the time. In retrospect though..." you sigh. You toy with a fork on the table, then look back at Shining.
>He's hovering in front of you, surrounded by a pinkish glow, hooves outstretched.
>He floats closer, and hugs you.
>"It's okay. Sombra's getting what she deserves, and we're helping her. I know it's wrong, but Sombra nearly killed me, Cadence, and you. You have to understand that - he wanted to hurt us, keep us apart." says Shining. 'And I don't want to be apart from you OR Cadence."
>you find yourself hugging him back, and feeling a little bit better.
>Shining hovers away from you, breaking the hug, and Cadence deposits him back on the lounge.
>"Now," says Cadence, wiping her face with a napkin as if it were a rag, and tossing it over her shoulder, "we have much to talk about Anon, if we're going to get to know each other better!"
>She seems super excited.
>You're hesitant, but if you're going to attempt this relationship thing, then by golly you're going to try.
"Yeah, okay" you say.
>There's a few moments of silence, as you all just look at each other.
>Shining gives a little cough.
>Nothing happens.
>The awkward is solidified, like being stuck in a hot tub with no clothes on at a busy party.
>Cadence surveys the situation, and takes action.
>"Anything you want to ask...?" she ventures
"Well, um... ah!" a thought comes to mind "What was up with that whole tele-hug thing on the moon?"
>Cadence looks at you, then 'ahs' in understanding
>"Twilight had concentrated a lot of magic. Had I tried to teleport you out the normal way, it would've interfered with Twilight's concentration, and destabilized the amount of magic she was holding on to. Basically, she would've exploded. My way involved using our connection by our hearts, and link with you, and ...as you eloquently say, 'telehug' you to us."
"So I was saved by the power of love." you deadpan.
>"Trust me, you get used to it." smirks Shining, "it's either 'Magic Crystals' or 'the Power of Love'."
>Cadence looks mildly annoyed.
"So do you guys have like a ring, where you point it at things and yell 'The power of heart!' which enables you to communicate with animals?" you joke, poorly.
>"No, we have a Fluttershy for that. But I think it would be silly, wearing Fluttershy like a ring."
"An armband maybe?"
>'Perhaps. I DO have a ring that disables you from orgasming though."
"Is it your wedding ring?"
>Shining looks at you.
>You look at Shining.
>You both burst into giggles.
>"Are you two quite finished?" says Cadence, mildly miffed.
>"Sorry love," says Shining, nuzzling Cadence, "Just breaking the ice."
>Cadence humphs, then turns to you.
>"Well, with the ice broken, tell me, where did you come from?"
>The rest of the morning was spent in conversation and story telling, talking about where you came from, your family, your friends, and how you ended up here, how your first days were.
>They told you about growing up in Canterlot, how they met, their growing relationship through high school, a few hilariously embarrasing stories about Twilight, and what life is like up here in the Crystal Empire.
>You can easily see why, when you were drunk off your face, why you liked these guys.
>By lunchtime, you've found youself on the couch, making jokes about Shining's mane, ribbing Cadence about 'the Power of Love - what can't it do?' and the long list thereafter, and just basically having fun with the Royal couple.
>Cadence casually looks at the sun.
>"Oh dear, I fear it's lunchtime, and we haven't dealt with ... you-know-who" she says, nodding her head to the cieling.
>Yes, Sombra.
>You're not entirely sure how to feel about that.
>Cadence puts his hoof on your shoulder, as a crystal pony servant appears with a wheel chair.
>'It's okay, you don't have to come, but I'd prefer if you did. Help her feel more stabilized in her role. Just follow your heart." she says.
>"Or, when in doubt, follow your dick. Never steered me wrong' says Shining, helping himself into the wheelchair.
"What about Chrysalis?" you say
>"And?" he says, as if there was nothing wrong with being manipulated by a changeling and nearly getting Canterlot destroyed.
>You roll your eyes, then look inside yourself.
>Amongst your organs, your heart remains confused between whether it's right, or whether it's hot.
>You take Shining's rather poor advice, and listen to your dick.
>...
>Oh, you naughty boy.
"Alright, I'll come." you say, grudgingly.
>You all travel by hoof, foot, wheel and levitation to the Royal Bedroom, where Slutbra awaits.