Sombra was well aware of the time-tested truth that It wasn’t the fall that killed you, it was the sudden stop that caused the damage; in fact, he was counting on it. The immutable fact of gravity learned by every fledgling Pegasus the preferred form of execution for the tainted tyrant, though his methods were a bit more refined than simply chucking his dissenters off a nearby cliff. No, he wanted to make an example of the false crystal princess that was something more than a red smear on the rocks below, and with his dabbling in dark magics, he had refined the perfect punishment for the pink upstart.

The exacerbated equine looking back at in cowering fear as her horn tried fruitlessly to spark to life like a lighter in the wind. The way her flesh tensed under his grasp euphoric as with her magic fettered, she was nothing but putty beneath his hands. Her sweet and suppled breasts the colour and consistency of cotton candy yielding to his will as he explored the squeezable curves at his own leisure, taking his time to twist and nip every inch of the plush pleasure pillows. The mare manipulated by his molesting magic as he assaulted her soft skin with groping grasps and precise pinches as she could do nought but feebly fidget against his sorcerous shackles.

It was a pathetic performance on Cadance’s, little more than a weak worming as he felt every facet of her form as the most, she could muster was an upwelling of gooseflesh that galloped across her hide with each stern stroke. His touch to leave her black and blue if he allowed her to spoil, but that was not his intent as he probed the princess’s pussy and regal rump just to feel her core clenching at the vicious violation. The frightened feedback like fine wine as he milked more and more with each fondling flick until after what felt like an eternity exploring her bound body it was the time for him to cement his conquest of the resurgent crystal empire.

A purple construct manifesting around the mare’s neck forming a glowing choker that extended into a chain that stretched to the ceiling bringing brief light to the shadowy dungeon. Sombra examining the woman one last time as he gently adjusted the number of links in the chain as a few disappeared into nothingness as the blackness took their place. Sombra’s hate-filled eyes staring intently at Cadance as he gently levitated her upwards to claim her complete capitulation with a single brisk motion.

“Make a pretty face….” Was all he hissed before with a sinister smirk he dropped the cerise cunt like a bag of potatoes. The mare taking a shortfall as the rope went taut and years of practice on prisoners bore fruit with a clean choking crack.

SNAP!!!

The fibrous crunch of sheering vertebrae ringing out like a gunshot as a look of painful confusion flashed to Cadance’s face as though she had sat on a pin. The expression preserved like a picture as crystals enveloped the surprised skull in an instant freezing the shock on her face with a light crackle as it set like cement. The petrification perfectly timed to capture the flash of raw emotion before it could fade with the cold caress of death, as practice allowed Sombra to perfectly preserve her reaction as he began the process of turning Princess Mi Amore Cadenza into a literal crystal princess.

The execution different than his preferred method as normally he would relish the suffocating spasms as the strung up squirmed, but for Cadance he had a different fate for her beautiful body. His hands coming up to explore the still-warm flesh, a light twist telling him that a thousand years had not dampened his skill, as he felt her neck grow floppy from a perfect fracturing of the first and second vertebrae. The shattering snap the unmistakable sound of her spine severing in a neat break, stopping any confused convulsions or other dying dances as he had paralysed the soon to be preserved princess with a fluid flaying of her nervous system.

The mare should have been honoured as he had trapped her final moment in perfect clarity, and soon her body would be displayed in his throne room like a butterfly in amber. His hand pressing into her breast like it was fresh dough as he inspected his handiwork on the now limp flesh hanging before him. The bruising battery from earlier maintaining its potency allowing the attention hardened nipple pricking Sombra’s palm as he felt the terrified thundering of Cadance’s heart echoing through her ribs with boisterous beats. The princess maintaining a pulse as he had frozen her brain at the moment of clinical death, leaving her stuck in a lagging limbo, that would only end if the resin tomb were to melt.

The power of his dark magic keeping her confused body stuck between the states leaving the pony petrified until it became his grace to allow her frail frame to die. Her iris’s twitching beneath the glass-like surface as she became aware of her frozen situation, unable to react with her crippled form, as any expression was lost in the severed nerves. Sombra smirking at the futility of the few fidgets that randomly tickled through the pliable tissue as he touched Cadance’s cadaver. The mare just a doll stuck in the last second of her life, and the pretty corpse she made would be the perfect warning to the hellish fate that awaited anyone who might even have the fleeting thought of seizing his throne.

Such insurrection untenable, and as such a single act of extreme calculated violence would smother any such rebels in the crib. The message clear, but a part of him suspected the royal sisters would not hear the warning and his loins twitched at the thought of adding the sun and moon to his collection. The nubile niece just a taster, as he returned to his unrestricted access to Cadance’s an amorous body, as he began to plot his next menacing moves. His racing mind reflected in his motions as he flapped the alicorn's lax wings like a broken dove as he savoured the massacred monarch. Sombre enjoying the feeling of the female form between his fingers, as he now that this little rose had been smothered, he had all the time in the world to think of some derogatory and demeaning pose to display her in...


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Well shit, looks like Sombra's rise was not prevented, hopefully, Cadance likes being a fixture in his throne room.

A collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ) involving the princess of love having a heartbreaking situation.

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