Octavia adjusted her cute pink bow tie and made sure her dark gray mane was set just right. For the first time, she had received a personal invitation from Princess Celestia to do a personal concert. Though weirdly, the princess ahd asked her to come alone... shrugging the matter aside, she knew this was an important mark in her career. Whatever happens, she knew her life would change forever. Her thoughts were interrupted as a guard pony trotted in, telling her the princess would see her now.
Octavia pulled her cello over as she entered, the guard closing the door right behind her. Octavia trotted down the red carpet and opened her muzzle to greet Princess Celestia – but her words were stifled as all she noticed was the throne, empty and... crumbled? Octavia batted her mulberry eyes in confusion, approaching the mangled throne timidly.
“Don't worry about that.” The Princess's voice rang out behind Octavia. “I have a new one coming in.”
Octavia turned her head, only to find that Princess Celestia was right up in her personal space! Octavia jumped a bit, blushing bright as she took a few steps forward. But before she could speak, Celestia's strong voice washed over her ears.
“What's the matter, Ms. Melody?” Celestia spoke with a powerful tone, her whole presence exuding control and dominance. She took strong strides to Octavia, easily pushing Octavia to the wall. Octavia squirmed head to tail, feeling like an immensely powerful weight was bearing against her mind. “You came here to serve me, didn't you?”
“I, um, I'm not...” Octavia tried to say, stuttering as her heart started to pound heavily in her chest, her ears rolled flat down against her head. She felt so weighed down. She felt that resisting against such immense power was futile. She couldn't help feeling weak and submissive to the Princess as sweat embedded on her soft gray hide.
“I am your Princess. You're here to be under my control. My power.” Celestia stated matter-of-factly. Her eyes were so heavily lidded, looking down upon the gray pony whose personal space she was completely invading. Her aura exuding complete dominance and strength. “Your purpose is to serve a Princess. Her every whim and every command.”
Octavia's legs shook weakly as she felt sweat beading upon her hide. She could feel her heart beat like a heavy drum, and her breath echoed wetly in her downcast ears. Celestia clearly established her dominance with her mere presence.
“Why deny what you are if that's what you desire. Questioning and making it difficult when it is not. Enticing you with promises. Luring you with words. My voice you won't forget.” Celestia continued nonplussed, smirking wickedly down at the inferior submissive below her.
Octavia bit her lower lip, everything else melting away.  All her rogue thoughts, all her memories before being underneath her Princess's power, gone. Celestia utterly invading her vision, even blocking out all the light and casting the dominant seductive Princess in a silhouette right before her. Putting her in her rightful place, underneath her Princess.
“Hiding and running like a coward won't stop you from thinking of Me. Stop hiding and accept your fate. You are meant to serve Me.” Celestia stated so powerfully, her long white horn glistening softly and washing a soft glittery cloud around Octavia's head. Octavia felt her breathing picking up heavier, numbly feeling the mindless drool dripping from her maw and down her cheeks. Her whole body felt so weighted, like she was meant to be on the ground before her Princess...
“This is what your fate will become. A slave to My desires. Accept it.” Celestia pressed her soft plush form against Octavia's, roughly abusing her power. Octavia's mind was so overloaded, feeling like it could crack and dump away. “Accept it, and serve Me. As you tribute your  life to Me. Your mistress. Your Princess.” Celestia rolled her muzzle down and stiffly pressed into Octavia's ear to sharply whisper out. “Your Goddess.” Octavia broke.
Octavia slumped hard against the ground in a huffing sweaty mess. Her eyes were dilated and heavily glazed over, rolling towards the top of her head mindlessly. The only thoughts pervading thru her were about Princess Celestia, of worshiping and servicing her Goddess like the lowly slave girl she is.
“There we go, your mind broken from the weight of my power, just as it should be.” Celestia giggled out dominantly. “Now to break in yor body. As I said, I was expecting a new throne. I do believe your body is meant to be my new throne. Wouldn't you agree?”
Octavia nodded effusively in her hazed emptiness. Her body moved awkwardly, like she was nothing but a mannequin now, her strings roughly pulled and controlled by Princess Celestia. Slowly, she was knelt horizontally before her Princess, hooves splayed and planted just right in preparation for weight to bear down upon her.
Celestia smirked down at her latest conquest for a second before moving around to tower her wide plump ample rump over Octavia's offered back. Rolling up her long large flowing tail, Celestia shook her plentiful expansive plot just above the broken cellist. Then, without warning her broken servant, Celestia slammed her fat juicy plot down, heavily bouncing the ample fat with a lewd echoing slap onto Octavia's back.
Octavia squeaked out, her glazed eyes shooting up the back of her head as her limbs shook. Her whole frame practically creaked like a fragile chair, easily and hotly accented by the stronger larger frame of her Princess.
“Do you feel that?” Celestia teased in a very soft alluring voice. “Your body is just as weak as your mind was. Just like your mind broke to my power, so too will your body fall. Like an old fragile chair, unable to properly hold the power of your Princess. You should feel so ashamed, so pathetically weak.”
Octavia gulped, the deep inner feeling of utter weakness filling her all over, making her legs shake more, her breath rocking and huffing out visibly. Drool caked her lips, dripping the floor. She knew she wouldn't last much longer. The more she felt like she would collapse, the deeper the feeling of worthlessness filled her very core.
“Hmph, just as I suspected. You'll soon flop down, broken utterly all over. Both in mind and body.” Celestia huffed out with an indignant roll of her head, despite the sinister smirk upon her beautiful muzzle. She shifted her weight back, making Octavia squeak and groan out. “You know this is inevitable. You are my new throne. You are weak. Worthless. Pathetic without Me. Accept your fate. And crash, just as your mind did.”
Octavia gave one last shaking groan, her eyes visibly shaking. CRASH! Octavia plummeted hard against the ground, the whole broad weight of her Princess following right after her and slapping hard against her flat back. Celestia only chuckled dominately softly, still keeping up her act of being displeased with her new completely broken servant.
“I *thought* I was getting a new *working* throne. You're even more broken and pathetic then my previous throne. I am *very* disappointed.” Celestia stated with a strong primal tone. Octavia whined pathetically.
“P-pleeeaaasseee~!” Octavia managed to stutter out, huffing hotter than she ever had before, her entire form pressed and practically flattened against the firm hard ground. “G-give... give me... aaaaaanother chance! P-p-pleeeeeeaaasseee...”
Celestia stood up, not even looking back at the broken pleading servant. “Another chance? I will think upon it – when I have the time to bother. *If* I return, I expect to see a *proper* throne awaiting me.” Celestia didn't bother awaiting an answer, slamming the door behind her, leaving a huffing groaning broken Octavia still shaking pathetically on the ground in the dark.