THIS IS THE OLD VERSION. THE REWRITE HAS BEEN PLACED AS CHAPTER 1.

Twilight Sparkle stared out through the window of the Crystal Castle at the enslaved Crystal Ponies. She'd been locked in for days, slaves bringing her meals and other luxuries. She wasn't allowed to leave the room, and Celestia knew she had tried. But dark crystals infected her horn, and the door held impossible strength, being made of crystal. Prodding had revealed triggers for alarms directly tied to the King, as well as a curse set upon the door, of which she could not hope to bypass without her full magic.

She supposed she had it easy, despite imprisonment. She was treated nicely and no work had been forced upon her. But why keep her prisoner this way? Why not curse her mind like he'd done to the Crystal Slaves? Why not chain her through and through, forcing labour and pain upon her? To be honest, she was highly appreciative of the fact that she wouldn't have to deal with any of that, but the mystery surrounding it clawed at her very being.

She picked up a hoof mirror she had been given earlier, supposedly to remind her to keep sanitary. It was intricately designed, bearing an emblem of the Crystal Heart on the handle. She narrowed her eyes, studying the emblem. That wasn't the Crystal Heart, it was Cadance's cutie mark! Did they take it from her? She growled, throwing the mirror behind her.

"If this was some plot to defeat me, I'm sorely disappointed. It will take more than a mirror to disable me, Twilight. She twirled around in surprise, the mirror caught in Sombra's foul magic, inches from his face. She seethed at the stallion who declared himself King of Equestria before he had even conquered it, the stallion who dared to defy the Princesses when he was no more than a cursed Unicorn, the stallion who captured her friends and enslaved the Empire once more. Hatred flowed through her for King Sombra. His very existence seemed a mockery to all that Equestria held dear. His smokey mane and tail resembled the flowing manes of the Princesses. His draconic face seemed to imitate what she once saw in Nightmare Moon. His bare flank spoke of his defiance against destiny. His bloodshot horn sharpened to pierce the heavens.

He set the mirror on the bed, himself taking a seat beside it, a hungry grin directed towards her. Her hatred only burned further at his casuality. As if she hadn't fought with every inch of her body to kill him, as if she weren't a prisoner in his quest for domination, as if he was her rightful king. She spit towards him, turning to glance out the window once more, wishing she could free the ponies of their chains. Her hoof raised unconsciously, placing itself against the glass. Unfortunately, the 'King' seemed to ignore her attack, and continued to stare through her with piercing red eyes. Eventually, she huffed, returning the glare.

"What do you want?" He licked his lips as he stood, approaching her. When he drew too close, she forcefully shoved him back with a hoof. A deep growl escaped his throat, and he drew close again, a show of warning on his face. She dared not defy him again, despite the feeling of being cornered. She hid this fear well, disguising it as anger, yet the 'King' was a master of both emotions. He chuckled deeply as he reveled in the fear Twilight vainly tried to hide. He slowly lifted a hoof to hold her chin, and leaned in, kissing her. He wrapped his other forehoof around the back of her neck to hold her still as she struggled against him.

He slid his serpentine tongue in her mouth, relishing her taste. She was incredibly sweet, and combined with her struggles, he felt desire rush through him. This Twilight Sparkle had been a brave, strong, and most importantly, cunning mare. He had wanted her the moment he saw her trekking through the snow with her friends, more so than any other mare he'd known. His desire only grew as he observed her working through the Empire to thwart him. She outshined even the Princesses of Equestria.

When he finally pulled away, her hoof slammed into his face, a venomous glare on her own. Once again, she spit at him, only this time hitting the target. It was plain to see what she thought of him. He scowled, growing angry at the resilient mare. Why could she not be like her friends? Just a bit more submissive to his desires… In a sudden, she pushed her away again, bolting to the opened door. However, she was too weak to resist the curse, stopping in her tracks as visions filled her mind. Grabbing her in his magic, he flung her from the doorway back into the room. She screamed as she was suddenly brought back to reality.

His anger was overflowing. Stomping up to her, he bucked her across the face. Twilight stumbled back, scars across her face from his metal boots. Yet, she had not screamed, nor did she cry. Instead, she seemed shocked, before anger filled her once again. He found himself licking his lips again. Such resistance reminded him just why he had fallen for the mare. He felt desire flow through him. She noticed.

"Hmph, fine by me. I will take my leave. Your friends have been more than cooperative in servicing my needs." He could wait a while longer. The shock on the mare's face at his revelation had been worth waiting. He briskly marched out, readjusting his cloak, before paying Fluttershy a visit.

He was wrong. He couldn't wait. Luna's moon hung in the sky as he silently entered Twilight Sparkle's room. The mare slept in the obscenely large bed, hair splayed messily and unkempt. He licked his lips at the sight of her, a blanket lazily covering her form. He watched her chest rise and fall, listened to words muttered through quiet snores. He was content with watching her sleep for a while, before he once again felt his desire burning.

Summoning his dark magic, he pressed his horn against hers, performing a binding spell. He breathed in her scent, eyes roaming her peaceful face. Pressing his lips against hers, he savoured the taste. It took every inch of his willpower not to ravage her as she was now. Unknown to the King, Twilight's eyes slowly fluttered open. She quickly attempted to push him off, only to find her muscles weak and unresponsive. He leaned away, grinning maliciously. She screamed in anger, glaring at him with her beautiful lavender eyes. Summoning all her strength, she managed to jerk her leg out at her, a failed attempt to buck him. He merely took her hoof in his, stroking up and down.

"I've already waited for this far too long, Twilight." His hoof traveled up her leg, caressing her cutie mark. Beads of sweat trickled down Twilight's forehead as Sombra kissed her chest. He took a breath, once more inhaling her scent. Twilight shuddered, and Sombra lightly brushed his fangs across her belly.

"Stop! Please stop…" Twilight cried out in desperation, attempting to shrink away from his fangs. He merely laughed, bringing his head above hers.

"Since we first crossed paths, I have wanted you like no other mare. Yet you've been the most resistant to my approaches, forcing myself to satisfy through your inferior friends. But none of them, not even the Princess of Love, could truly sate my desire." Twilight squirmed at the mention of her friends. Sombra was further aroused by her discomfort, and started to strip down.

"To see such a perfect mare as yourself. Your beauty outshines even Celestia and Luna. Yes, I do believe they realized, princess." His erection stood tall for her to see, and she blushed, looking away. He merely laughed, sitting himself down on the bed, caressing her body with his hooves. He roughly leaned in, kissing her. She failed to respond, and he slammed his hoof down on her chest. She screamed in pain, allowing his tongue access. Twilight tried in vain to push him away, but he was intoxicated by her taste, exploring as much as possible.

Eventually, Sombra pulled back. He began planting kisses down her body, reaching her marehood. The binding spell allowed Sombra easy access, and he began kissing her. Twilight's breath hitched as his lips met her flower, and she shifted uncomfortably.

"Please… Please, don't do this to me! I didn't want any of this!" Sombra chuckled, rubbing her with a hoof. Suddenly, he stuck the tip of his horn inside her, making her cry out in surprise. She whimpered as Sombra slowly went deeper, lighting his horn with magic. Resistance. She was a maiden. He pulled out, hungrily climbing on top of her. Tears flooded her eyes and she gasped when he was suddenly on top of her. So this was what it took to break her. She did not cry when he had bucked her, punished her for misbehaviour. Instead, it was this that made her cry. Her eyes met his, silently begging for relief from his torture. He licked his lips once more, positioning himself.

This was his greatest conquest on Equestria. The Crystal Empire meant nothing. This was his ultimate triumph over Equestria, his defining victory. He would make their hero his. He thrust forward, eliciting a scream of pain.

"You're mine, Twilight, in every sense. No stallion will be able to claim this prize from you, for you are marked as the Great King Sombra's. And that's all you'll ever be." He began thrusting as he laughed, building up a rhythm. Tears slid down Twilight's face as she clenched her teeth in pain. Sombra allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of her. He had never felt anything so pleasurable in his life. Looking down, he saw her biting his lip, suppressing small moans. He laughed, bringing her into a kiss once more. She moaned into his lips as the pain lessened. A final defiant glare appeared on her face, but Sombra merely smirked, pulling away as he came close to release.

Lighting his horn, he shot a wave of pleasure through Twilight. He could feel her muscles tighten around him before she was thrown over the edge, and loud moans escaped her lips. Sombra reveled in the beautiful sound, allowing himself to reach his climax. Horror dawned her face when his essence shot into her.

"The princesses will rescue me… And when they do, I'll personally shatter you to pieces!" Twilight screamed. Sombra chuckled, climbing off the bed.

"I wouldn't ever let you become a single mother."

I finally decided to write clop,

Hm.

Decided to start with rape.

That's always a good thing to start with.

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