>From a distance, it looks as if a mirror has been placed out of thin air in the center of this small room.
>The candlelight flickered dimly, casting a cold and cramped atmosphere over the underground space. On either side of the round wooden table, two small purple ponies sat facing each other—similar in size, coat color, and mane, almost identical at first glance. If an unsuspecting person were to stumble upon them, they would surely feel a sense of unease.
>Fortunately, upon closer inspection, it is not difficult to distinguish between the two.
>The mare on the left had a lighter coat, a disheveled mane, and a few stray hairs sticking out like withered grass. She was slightly hunched over, a metal ring around her forehead, her face stiff, her eyes darting around before finally fixing themselves on the grain of the wooden table, as if trying to shrink into those narrow crevices. She had a somewhat precarious impression.
>The pony opposite her was completely different. She stood straight, a bright smile on her lips, her head slightly lowered, her gaze fixed on the trembling fellow pony in front of her, as if admiring a well-behaved work of art.
>In the middle of the table sat a box of donuts.
>Twilight Sparkle's eyes curved in delight, "Really, I'm so glad that your education is making progress! I'd spent a lot of time researching the best way to go about this, you know? I know it's been hard, but you're following the outline much better than I'd expected!" 
>Twilight opens the box, and a sweet, mouth-watering scent fills the space.
>"Since you've been so diligent, I've brought you a reward. The others want to see you too, you know? The day when you're presentable might not be too far off! Until then, aha... you know." 
>Midnight tries to avoid the expectant gaze staring at her.
>"Well? You know what to say by now, don't you?" 
>"..."
>Her cheer slowly began to dim at the silence. The other pony, sensing danger in the stagnant air, instinctively shivers and is quick to open her lips in response, words tumbling out in a muted, forced tone,
>"Thank you... thank you for your kindness, Twilight."
>As soon as she finished speaking, Twilight Sparkle flashes a dazzling smile, clapping her hooves together in delight.
>"You're most welcome, Midnight!"
>Midnight? She pursed her lips. That wasn't her name. 
>Midnight reached out and grabbed a donut, gave a perfunctory "hmm," and took a small bite. The frosting melted on her tongue, and she thought idly: It's too sweet.
>Twilight gives Midnight an indulgent look before taking one as well, and the two ponies fell silent, with only the sounds of chewing and the dull thud of candle wax dripping, gathering into a small puddle as the seconds passed.
>Twilight had already finished eating, and Midnight had barely managed to eat a quarter of it. Midnight wanted to complain a bit, but she knew that using this method to stall for time had already bought her a considerable amount of breathing room. To say anything more would be greedy. 
>Twilight stood up and slowly walked toward midnight. Midnight stared intently at the grain of the wooden table, her gaze like nails, desperately trying to steady her pupils, which were trembling violently. 
>"You're following it so well. My student is so smart! As her teacher I can't help but be proud of her." Twilight lingered behind midnight, her tone light and cheerful, like humming a little tune, "Ah, but, I suppose it's only natural considering who you take after, hehe."
>Twilight gently leaned her body on the back of the mare, buried her muzzle in her nape, wrapped her forehooves around her chest, and slowly nuzzled against her.
>Midnight's grabbed the table in vice grip, trying her best to steady herself. 
>"...How much longer until I'm allowed to get out of here?"
>The hooves rubbing against her paused. 
>"Pardon?" 
>Then, those hooves tightened. The sudden pressure made her ribs clench, causing her to gasp.
>"I mean, Twilight-, I mean- when will I fully complete my... reformation?" She quickly corrected herself, repackaging her question into the most pleasing words. By this point, it had become instinctive—even with her heart pounding in her chest, she could utter these words fluently.
>"Hmm..."
>Twilight lets out a soft sigh, her warm breath gently blowing against Midnight's cheek, causing her to bite her lip. 
>"Well? I'm not sure. My Midnight is suuuuper dangerous, after all! I'm not confident winning alone, you know? It's only natural that we'd have to be veeeery careful to make sure that she's completely changed her no-good nature."
>Midnight frowned, inwardly scoffing at that coquettish tone. Of course, one must be careful. Yes, Twilight had better be careful. If those troublesome ponies hadn't arrived, this fake would have been crushed to pieces long ago. To be driven to this point by a degraded version of herself—whenever this thought arose, boundless, unvented anger would surge through her veins.
>"ah--!"
>Twilight bit her ear.
>A gasp escaped her lips, and the jumble of thoughts in her midnight mind abruptly broke.
>...Twilight doesn't like her thinking about useless things.
>It took Midnight an exceptionally long time to learn this lesson—no matter how smart and quick-witted she was, she still took many detours.
>Midnight clenched her jaw and forced out a steady tone, 
>"I've already deeply reflected on my mistakes." 
>--This statement was true. 
>"And I swear that I harbor no hostile intentions towards anypony!" 
>--This statement was not true. 
>Twilight chuckled softly. 
>"But how much have you really changed? We've spent to much time together, and you're still so stubborn. Well, I guess that's cute in its own way."
Twilight's hooves began to massage her abdomen, and Midnight involuntarily writhed slightly, her lips parting.
>"Twilight, I, ah, I've really changed, so..." 
>Hearing Midnight's voice slowly softening, Twilight's smile widens. 
As Midnight's tone softened, Twilight's gentle smile spread across her face.
>However—without warning, she stopped all her movements and stepped away from Midnight.
>She slumped helplessly at the table at midnight, all control of her body long gone. The hoof that had gripped the edge of the table so tightly now hung limply, like a dehydrated fish. A suffocating, intoxicating mist enveloped her senses, turning her body into a limp pile of mush.
>Twilight watches all of this with an innocent smile.
>Midnight slightly turned her head, confusedly looking at her with a dazed, misty expression.
>Why...?
>"Midnight, if you've changed, then why won't you just obediently follow along with me? Isn't it natural to trust a friend?"
>"Ah, I..." 
>If this continues any further, she's not going to survive! Twilight!!! She can't take this anymore! She can't take this anymore!!! She's seriously, seriously at her limit! Friend? Friend?!?! Do you think she's so gullible!?
>Midnight desperately suppressed the overwhelming urge to stand up and scream this to her hypocritical face.
>Twilight sighed softly, shook her head with a kind smile, and turned to face the wall. 
>Her horn lit up. 
>The pink light lifted and pushed aside a pile of inconspicuous rubble by the wall, revealing a small, dark hole about the size of a pony.
>Twilight looks at her with an expressionless face.
>Ah.
>"You." Twilight's eyes narrow in excitement. "You haven't changed in the slightest, have you?"
>Ahh...
>Midnight feels the corner of her vision start to go hazy, her head feeling like it was a giant marble floating, sinking in a deep pond, dragging her body along with her, trembling, her trembling body trying to freeze itself in a winter pond, trembling, her eyes glazing over, everything turning into ice and slush, trembling, Midnight was trembling, it was already the dead of winter winter in this little candelit space.
>Ahh...!
>Just as she finally snapped out of her daze, her jaw still chattering, twilight was already upon her.
>Without a word, Midnight jerked back and turned to run away, not even bothering to come up with an excuse. But she couldn't even take a single step—the hateful pink light had already enveloped her.
>Twilight unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed in the corner. The silky sheets and fluffy pillows looked strikingly luxurious against the backdrop of the dirty, damp stone walls.
>"Ugh!" Midnight screamed, "Let me go! Let me go, you shitty fake!"
>She glared angrily, and a spark briefly flashed across her horn—but it only illuminated the metal ring on her forehead for a moment before extinguishing weakly.
>Twilight frowned slightly, seemingly displeased with the crude wording. Midnight trembled more violently, her struggles growing increasingly frantic.
>Twilight secured the hooves of midnight to the metal buckles at the four corners of the bed.
>This scene was all too familiar to them.
>"You haven't been rid of them for long, and you're already so eager to go back to your old ways? I really admire you, Midnight. Do you miss them that much?"
>Twilight kissed midnight's neck, ignoring her struggles:
>"I am truly flattered."
>Twilight's hoof gently tapped her chest, then slowly, very slowly slid down...
>Stop. Stop. Stop.
>Midnight scrunched her eyes shut, her face contorting in a grimace. 
>“You know what?” Twilight spoke in a casual tone, “Even if you do escape, you’ll have nowhere to go, you know? Do you think a pony that looks exactly like a princess can roam freely? You’re not some nobody. Once someone sees you, you’ll eventually come back here, back to me.”
>Twilight licked Midnight's cheek, nuzzled her with the tip of her nose, and then playfully gave her a light bite.
>"Do you know why? Besides the obvious reasons, the most important thing is—"
>Don't say it! 
>Midnight's eyes snapped open, venomously glaring at her with as much hatred as she could muster.
>She struggled; struggled; struggled; struggled; she struggled in this small space, this cramped space, surrounded by rocks; like the cavern where the was devoured by that being; where she'd triumphed over her creator; where she was devoured by that being; where she'd triumphed over her captor; where she was devoured by that being
>Twilight lets out a low laugh.
>"You're not even a real pony, are you?"
>"YOU!"
>A piercing scream rang out, like the wail of a banshee.
>"You! What right do you have to wear my face and act like this? Huh? Huh? Your Highness is just a bitch who can't control her desires? Princess? You dare to call yourself a princess? What a joke! It's a disgrace for a lowly princess like you to share the same face as me! Give it back! Give me back my name! You piece of trash who got a beating from me and had to rely on your friends to save the day!" 
>Twilight's face darkens with every word that is spat out
>"Do you think you're so great? Huh?! You're just-
>Slap!
>Midnight's head suddenly tilted to one side, and a bright red hoof print appeared on his cheek.
>The room fell into a brief, deathly silence, as if time itself had frozen in place.
>After some time, Midnight's head frigidly, slowly turns to meet Twilight's gaze. 
>A strange, resigned look appeared on her face. An eerie calm, like dust motes floating in the air, gently permeated her features.
>She slowly opens her mouth,
>"You bitch. Do you think you're so great? Huh? You're nothing but a filthy beast obsessed with its own superior reflection. You slut, die. Die. Die. Die. I am your better in every way possible, every way conceivable, die, you pathetic garbage, trash. If you're so lonely that you need to rape someone, why are you so narcissistic as to do it to your mirror image? Huh? Huh? That's awful, that's seriously gross, you're disgus-"
>Slap! 
>Slap!
>"You've completely taken my generosity for granted."
>Slap! 
>Bang!
>Crash!
>"A pony could never be so ungrateful."
>Midnight could only gasp for breath in the intervals between these ravages, greedily swallowing the brief right to breathe that twilight bestowed upon her—before being overwhelmed again.
>"Ah! Uh-ah—uh, haa!"
>She was being tossed around like a broken boat in a storm, swaying and capsizing endlessly.
>Consciousness was a chaotic mess, the fragmented information from the senses indistinguishable; the pitifully narrow filter only allowed three words to pass through—
>Pain. Pain. Pain.
>Who is she? Where is she? What is she?
>At this moment, her consciousness, her existence, her identity—everything was utterly crushed. She was nothing more than a rootless swamp of consciousness, knowing only how to endure pain, knowing only how to scream in agony. A shapeless lump of flesh, possessing only sensation.
>Finally, Midnight found the correct solution to this situation.
>Rather than saying she figured it out, it's more accurate to say that the answer was forcibly dragged out from the deepest part of her being. It was an instinct that Twilight had etched into her soul with a carving knife, the "lesson" that Twilight had generously imparted to her —the miracle that could absolve her of all suffering.
>"I...haa...I'm sorry! I was wrong!"
>She screamed.
>Her head drooped limply like a bellflower, and she could only find solace in the relief brought by those few words—like a camel driven to the brink of thirst, rushing madly towards an oasis in search of water, she could only mechanically and single-mindedly pursue the end of her suffering.
>"I was wrong! I'm sorry! I was wrong! I was wrong! I was wrong! I'm sorry! I was wrong! I was wrong!"
>She apologized repeatedly, like a broken record, unable to even understand the meaning of the sounds escaping her own mouth. It was an auditory gestalt collapse, words reduced to meaningless scribbles, solely to provide the result she wanted.
>The record stopped spinning when she felt a hoof gently touch her head.
>Gently, the hoof caressed her mane. Again and again. Until her consciousness gradually returned at midnight, enough to make out the scene before her.
>Twilight smiled gently at her, a loving, almost maternal smile.
>"You've learned very well."
>She continued stroking until midnight's breathing returned to normal. Then, she resumed her previous actions—
>"ha……!"
>That hoof rubbed against Midnight's crotch.
>She bit her lip, trying to endure—sadly, her body had already been trained to be too honest.
>It has completely lost the ability to lie.
>"Ah, uh—wait—whoa!"
>Before long, Twilight's hooves were covered in glistening liquid.
>She brought her lips close to Midnight's ear: "You were already wet before I touched you there. Don't think I didn't notice the puddle on your chair. Your body is slutty to the core. With a shabby pussy like that, you'd probably give away any pony that came along, right? Hmm? Don't you think about what people would think of me if you went around messing around with my face?"
>"You—you're the one who turned me into this!"
>"Hmph." Twilight let out a playful hum, the smile on her lips making the little pony sink even deeper.
>"Twilight, stop; Twilight, I really can't take it anymore!"
>Twilight quickened its pace. Until midnight, I tilted my head back, my body stiff—
>Pshh—
>A stream of liquid gushed out from below, soaking the sheets and wetting the floor.
>She was panting heavily at midnight, disheveled and as messy as a pile of mud. She stood in stark contrast to twilight, who wore a gentle smile, was spotless, and as clean as a newly opened lily.
>Twilight gently reached out and turned Midnight's face toward her, carefully appreciating her expression.
>Completely melted, immersed in pleasure. Eyes glazed, cheeks flushed crimson, tear stains and saliva matting the hair together.
>Twilight felt her heart tighten with infatuation.
>"How can you express such intense hatred while giving me such a beautiful expression?"
>She kissed Midnight's forehead and pulled her into her forelegs.
>"Stop thinking about running away. Midnight. You are mine. You will never escape my grasp. Understand? In this world, only I will accept you. So, never leave my side. You can only live with me."
>From the subsequent words and actions that followed through a blurry lens, watching the silhouette of Twilight eventually disappear through the door, she had only one thought on her mind the entire time. 
>"I'll definitely... definitely free myself."
>An utterance under her breath. Heard by herself alone.