The moment of victory ended as soon as it was given.

A mental command struck both Captain Dash and Soldier Celestia at the same time, though the outcome was different. Rainbow Dash turned away from her fellow slave as if the former Princess didn't exist at all, instantly forgetting the sexual pleasures taken from the minion to in exchange focus on her trainees. There were more tasks to be done. Workouts, sparring, all those things that the natural athlete had been given purview over, all in service to an empire that nearly ruled the world she had once defended. Every pony before her was merely a body, a vessel for HIS will.

Slave, report to the planning room immediately.

Slave Celestia rose to her feet and walked across the yard, her expression as of yet unchanged. ing by the similarly vapid Slave Applejack and her packages brought no change to her mind. Neither did all of the other slave girls ing this way and that, their utterly dominated minds devoid of anything that could be considered personality. They were machines, no more important than the decorative suits of armor that graced the halls. Their appearances, as with all relics of an old world, had been adorned in Sombra's colors to make sure any flicker of free thought would know that it was owned by him anyway. The past was being actively remade in his image.

"Sombra Soldier Celestia, reporting." her mouth spoke of its own accord as a hand moved to salute the King and God of Equestria. No expression, no eagerness. An automaton had no need to speak with the cadence of life.

"Approach." he said, dismissively, and allowed the slave to come and view the map of his conquests. Sectors were laid out in a logical progression out of Canterlot, each labeled in turn around the Inner Control Center. "Something seems to be going on in Ponyville."

His mail covered finger tapped the first red X in a series of warning signs.

"Four disturbances have been reported in the last month. Something is going on there. Maybe ponies who retreated into the Everfree and are now focusing on sabotage."

"You will go there with a squad and investigate. If you find resistance, eliminate them."Peeling his attention away from the map and instead focusing on his most treasured prize, the Emperor filled his hand with her unmoving bust. It squished firmly around in his grip, teased and kneaded in a way that aroused him but wouldn't push him too far. He had tasks for this mindless slave puppet, this body that now served only his will. But perhaps...

"Oh, and enter Awareness Level 5."

The words were like pulling the blinders off a working mare. Information of the world suddenly flooded into her mind for the first time in years, completely overwhelming the nascent sense of self with a deluge of dominance and desire. Constant magical reinforcement suffused every last second of her consciousness as this forcible personality took over. Whatever kindness or empathy her old life may have afforded her found itself twisted and turned into something still befitting the godly stallion before her, built only to conquer and destroy. She could feel...

She could FEEL

"As Master commands." Slave Soldier Celestia twisted her face into an evil sneer as she bowed, rubber suit creaking. She had only one thought in her head, breaking the recent record of zero for the first time in so long.

For Master Sombra