The day was young and the once magically controlled sun was now moving itself over the horizon of the distant mountains. As the sun came over the mountains, it shone its golden rays at the dark crystals surrounding the empire, giving it a more sinister look as the shadows from the crystals almost looked like they were alive and ready to devour any passing ponies foolish enough to walk into them. Grief, stricken ponies surrounding the streets of the Crystal Empire could be seen shuffling around, keeping their eyes trained on the ground in fear of being punished. High above the ponies in the crystal keep; one unicorn starred on with a sinister grin on his face.

The unicorn’s horn was a simple grey that quickly turned into a blood red as it neared the tip of it. His ebony, slick mane rested over his broad shoulders that covered one side of a steel chest plate that was adorned across his chest. Resting beside him was a golden pedestal was his signature, jagged crown that gave off a reflection glare as the sun shone against it. Across his back rest a red, silken cape made with the finest fabrics known to all of the empire and even Equestria itself.

“Ahhh, what a glorious day…” King Sombra, ruler of the Crystal Empire, said in a low and menacing tone to himself while bringing a nearby glass of wine to his lips with his magic, before taking a small sip of it.

Turning his eyes away from his empire, he turned them south in the direction towards the once capital of Equestria called Canterlot that he very recently conquered and took for his own. It was a bold move on his commander’s actions to ask Sombra to launch a preemptive strike on the capital before its leaders Princess Celestia and Princess Luna attacked him.

Over the last few months, residents from his empire had started making the long trip of escape from him, in order to find any sort of help. Most of them died from the long trek into the frozen wastelands around the empire but those who were determined to save themselves and their families pushed onward and eventually made it to Canterlot to tell the rulers of his evil.

However Sombra was a smart ruler and was aware of those running from him. Thanks to a small plan from his commander, Sombra coordinated a fake escape of several spies masquerading as escapees. Their plan was to sneak into the capital, learn about it, and learn about the rulers while being under their care. It didn’t take him long to learn the princesses weaknesses.

Their own subjects.

Sombra couldn’t find much information on the rulers themselves but found out they loved their subjects very much and would protect them at all cost. Even if it meant they would lost their rightful place at their thrones.

The attack was well planned out thanks to a few of his spies discovering a mine directly under Canterlot made by the diamond dogs that lived in them. All Sombra really had to do was bribe the diamond dogs with flawless crystals and gems to let them pass by. They were greedy creatures by nature and were known for selling out secrets to the highest bidder when gems and shiny rocks came into play. The night raid when on without a hitch and he captured the sisters by morning thanks to him holding a small filly hostage. His demands were that they would forfeit their power to him and the child would remain safe. Being the caring rulers they were, while being out numbered about four to one on skilled fighters, they obeyed him. He got what he wanted and the child was spared along with the rest of Canterlot, with the exception of those who fought back.

Only a week had passed since the capture and imprisonment of both the alicorn rulers and he was ready to conquer the rest of Equestria. With the capital his, he wouldn’t have to worry about losing the war and knew the rest of the cities would be easily pickings. He would rule Equestria and he would have the former rulers as his slaves forever.

However, with the sisters tucked away in his prison chambers, thoughts of lust and great desire swirled in his mind. Though he was a ruler of an empire and he could have any mare he wanted, he wanted them more than anything. They resisted at first but the eldest sister quickly learned her place and accepted his lustful desires. The youngest sibling still resisted him to this day but she would break soon. He longed for the day to put his pets on display for all of Equestria to see and for them to know that he had control over supposed goddesses.

Many ponies across Equestria revered them both as immortal goddesses who sat at the throne letting Equestria rest in harmony, yet Sombra knew they were no gods. They were simple Alicorns, ponies that exceed that having lots of magical powers and the fact they had both wings and a horn was a testament to that. However even though they were powerful and lived longer than recorded history, he knew their supposed immortality was the result of their new alicorn blood. They weren’t immortal; they just aged much slower than normal ponies.

“Maybe I should pay them a visit before my commander returns.” He said to himself as he thought about starting his day off in the best way possible.

He wanted the best treatment his slaves could give him. He wanted to be treated like the royalty he was and he wanted them to know that they were his property now. Turning his attention to the two crystal guards near his throne, he approached them with a task in mind. Looking to his left, he took in the first guard’s appearance.

The guard in question was a livid blue-grey Pegasus with a moderate light blue mane that just barely came over the edges of his eyes. He was of medium build and his eyes were a deep cerise that would unnerve many of the common folk below. His name was Theory and he was one of the more calculating guards in the keep. Looking to his right, Sombra took in the next guard.

The next one was also a pegasus but had a snow white coat that shined in the crystal lighting. Like his counterpart he too had deep cerise eyes and a medium build. The only other difference they had was he had a jet black mane that had a blue streak running through the middle of it.The name of the pegasus was Snow Storm, a guard who spent a lot of his shift hours patrolling the frozen tundra in search of escapees.

“You two, do you both wish to be of use today?” He asked the both of them.

“Yes my liege!” Both answered in unison as they raised their front hoof to their chest.

“Go out and find me a family, presumably one with a weak minded father. Bring the family to the front of the tower, separate the father from his family and start beating on him. You will continue to do so until I return to my perch and signal you to stop. Are we clear?” He spoke to them, wanting to break a certain alicorn’s will even further than what it was.

“Yes my liege!” They replied again as both of them leave the throne room to do their assigned task.

Sombra smiled and looked forward to seeing his slave in mind being tortured mentally. Turning his body to the right, he gave his red, silken cape a push from his hooves. Locking his eyes on a nearby staircase that led down into the dungeon, he started to trot for it.

The morning light from the sun slowly blended into the shadows and eventually disappeared from existence as his hooves echoed throughout the quiet stairwell. The only light that filled the dark void was the flames from torches and the green glow from his eyes. Once he was deep enough, the clopping of his hooves was accompanied by the sound of ponies crying and begging for freedom.

Many of the prisoners were the ponies who lived in the city and were shut away for disobedience and slandering his rightful name, but it slowly started to have more and more of other ponies from Canterlot finding their new homes in his dungeons. Most were nobles who refused to bow while others were simple ponies put in to put fear in the minds of the free ponies. Calling them free would have been a charity; rather they lived like a bird with clipped wings would.

Arriving at the bottom of the staircase, he stopped at a metal door guarded by another one of his own crystal knights, barely noticeable if it wasn’t for the dim lanterns hanging on the door. While most of the empires residences were stripped of their crystal luster, his guards stationed around his castle were allowed to keep it. Once the guard saw who was approaching, he bowed his head and opened the door for him. Sombra didn’t acknowledge his presence and walked in like he had opened the door. As he went through, his nose picked up the stench of filth, blood, and stale hay, while his ears were filled with sobs and pleas of wanting freedom. Ignoring the sobbing fools around him, he made his way for one particular cell.

Finally arriving at the chamber he looked for, he opened the door and was greeted by the wondrous sight of the snow white alicorn, sitting quietly on the floor with her eyes closed. He could hear her humming something quietly. He didn’t care for her tone but to see her once perfect coat covered in a bit of soot and filth, along with dark crystals coming out of her horn, made him smile. She no longer had her crown or any of her accessories she was always seen with and her once celestial mane was now a simple shade of pink. Adorned around her slender neck was a crystal collar that was connected to a chain that led towards the wall, preventing any sort of escape plan she could think about. As Sombra trotted towards the silent alicorn, she opened her eyes up and stared at him without changing her expression.

“Good morning my princess…did you sleep well last night?” Sombra greeted as he mocked her by bowing before her.

Celestia said nothing, choosing to only answer him by looking towards the wall. Sleep was something she never got the previous night as she heard the crying of her former subjects. Many of them cried out for release and even for their parents to comfort them. It hurt her and made her feel empty, knowing she couldn’t save them.

“Why are you quiet today? Are my cells too small for your liking or are those useless subjects of yours keeping you up at night? If you wanted I could move you to a secluded part of the dungeon like your sister.” Sombra said to her as he moved in front of her and grabbed her chin with magic so she was looking at him. He knew she wasn’t going to speak to him. Unless the subject of her subjects or her sister’s well being came into play, she would never talk to him.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be free of this cell for a bit.” Sombra told her as his horn started to let off a dark glow of magic.

Celestia didn’t watch but the magic took the form of a very sinister key, and with a bit of willpower, Sombra moved the key into a hole in the collar. With a quick turn of it, a loud click could be heard as it came off her neck and tumbled to the brick flooring.

“See? Isn’t that better?” Sombra said to her as his magic died down and he turned for the cell door.

Celestia only responded by rubbing the sore area around her neck. She was happy to be free of the collar, considering it was perfectly fitted for her so every breath she took, she would forever know she was nothing but a pet to him.

“You may stand up and follow me.” Sombra ordered as he turned his head a bit to watch her stand up.

With a nod, the slender mare listened as she got up, stretched out her wings, and followed behind him. As they walked through the dungeon, many of the prisoners flung themselves at their bars, begging their princess to free them and return them to their loved ones and families. Keeping her eyes on the ground, she couldn’t bear to face her subjects and choose to ignore them.

“How does it feel Celestia? How does it feel to know you saved their lives, only for them to rot in a hole, untouched by the sun you once controlled?” Sombra asked with a hint of joy in his voice.

Celestia said nothing and only moved her head up a bit so she could look at the unicorn in front of her. Feeling the alicorn’s stare, Sombra looked behind him and flashed a toothy grin at her. She would love to put him in his place and free her ponies but she would have to cater to his demands and hope an opening for escape would present itself one day. There was a glimmer of hope left for the princess since she was taken prisoner. Before her capture, she managed to hide the Elements of Harmony away in the castle and thankfully none of Sombra’s troops managed to find it. At least she hoped so, considering Sombra hadn’t gloated about finding them at all.

“Pick up your pace.” Sombra ordered noticing the alicorn was slowing down too much for his tastes.

Celestia picked up her pace but averted her gaze from his backside and back onto the floor. Both were silent as they made their way out of the dungeon and back up the spiraling staircase. As they got closer to the top, Celestia started to notice the sun’s golden rays, starting to light up the darkened area. As they came to the top, Celestia looked around the throne room, keeping a sullen look on her face, while letting her eyes adjust to the brightness.

“Come stand by me.” He told her as he went back to the same spot he was before.

Celestia obeyed and walked beside him until they both stood in front of the window. Without evening looking at her sun, she looked down as movement caught her eye sight. Suddenly she felt another wave of guilt run through her body. She could see a male pony in the streets below, being attacked by a pair of crystal guards. Not far from the scene she could notice a mare and a colt watching on in horror.

“Glorious sight isn’t it?” Sombra said to her, smiling at the scene he had set up. “The strong deal with the weak and the weak learn their place.” He said as his horn flared up a bright green.

The guards below felt his presence and looked up at him. Seeing him on his perch they knew their assigned task was complete. Celestia had no words for him, nothing she could say would change the outcome of what was happening below, and even out of her sight. Continuing to watch, Celestia saw the guards depart from the body, while the mother and child rushed to his sides. Thankfully he wasn’t dead but without proper treatment he would soon be.

“Come. I have a busy day today.” He told her turning away from the scene and walking for his bed chambers, behind his throne.

Celestia stared on for a few extra seconds and wished for some way to help the family below. Feeling it was her own weakness for the pain being inflicted on the pony; she closed her eyes and whispered a small prayer for him.

“Come!” Sombra ordered with much more power in his voice as he lit up his horn again, that time opening the large ebony door to his room.

Celestia regained herself and quickly trotted towards her suitor, feeling nothing but hatred for him. Had she known more about him she would have attacked sooner. Walking into the large room, Celestia’s eyes took in the familiar sight of it. Portraits of Sombra rested on the walls, showing him in various poses and even with a few family members before his rise to power. A simple circular window rested to her left, letting her notice the outline of mountains in the distance. At the end of the room, rested a large regal bed made out of the finest materials one could acquire in Equestria. The sheets and blankets were a blood red and the headboard was made out of dark crystals, jutting outward, giving it a more sinister look.

The most notable part of the room was something Celestia feared herself. Resting on the floor all around the room were plush dolls of different colors ponies, ranging from crystal to regular ponies. Stepping more into the room, she felt hundreds of eyes stare at her from all directions. The dolls were alive for the most part, and Celestia knew that they were once regular ponies transformed into plushies for Sombra’s own amusement. Forcing her eyes away from the dolls, she noticed a servant near the foot of his bed.

“M-My liege…” The blue mare with a wheat stalk as her cutie mark, stammered out as she bowed before him.

Sombra approached with a smile on his face.

“Hmm, you clean my chambers up very nicely, servant.” He told her as he stood over her. “It pleases me to know my servants love to keep me happy.”

“A-anything for you my liege! I’m forever thankful you plucked me from my family and let me serve under you!” Her words were forced and carried the heavy tone of sadness.

“Mhm, You may take leave and polish my throne along with my crown. After you’re done that you will report to the kitchen and oversee that my lunch is properly made.” He told her walking behind her while staring up at one of his portraits. “Unless you would like to join the rest of my dolls…” He threatened.

The mare nodded her head and got back up to a proper standing level. Walking away from him, her nearly dead eyes looked at the alicorn in front of her. She didn’t know much about her but knew she was a princess. Walking beside her for the door, she whispered words to her out of desperation.

“Please save them somehow.”

Celestia looked away and held her head low, knowing very well she couldn’t. As the mare left the room, Sombra’s horn flared up and the doors behind Celestia closed with a resounding bang.

“So my princess, you know why exactly you’re in my chambers correct?” He told her not taking his eyes of his portrait. “It would be wise to start.”

Celestia knew even though it was only her 3rd time in his chambers. She would have to submit herself to his lust and greed for an untold amount of time. Walking forward, she loomed over his figure and turned her attention to his cape. Looking for the part that connected it to his armor, she used her mouth and unbuckled it, letting it flutter to the ground. Sombra looked over his shoulder slightly and grinned at her.

He still couldn’t believe his good fortune. A once common unicorn with no name and a poor family who ascended to being a lord over an empire, while owning not one but two princesses as his play toys. All of it thanks to a little dabbling in dark magic.

Celestia noticed his eyes looking at her but didn’t show any signs of acknowledging them. Keeping her eyes on his back, she unbuckle the chest plate, and watched it tumble to the floor, letting it echo throughout the crystal interior. Pushing it to the side himself, he kicked off his hoof plates, allowing his hooves to rest against the crystal flooring.

“mhm,” He groaned quietly as he took an extra second to feel the floor. He loved the feel of the smooth crystal running against his hard hooves. Any other pony wouldn’t give it any second thoughts but he was different. Every part of the crystal keep showed how much wealth he owned. To feel the wealth beneath his hooves was a delightful thought in its own way. Jumping from the floor to his bed, free of his armor, he turned around and gave Celestia a lusty smile.

For a brief second Celestia’s face twisted into a snarl before she knew better than to show her distaste for him.

“My commander will be back soon with the report on the rest of Equestria. Who knows, maybe he already took over another town or city.” Sombra spoke out, with high faith in his commander.

That time Celestia didn’t hide her distaste and finally broke her silence.

“You better not kill any of my ponies.” Her voice was low and deep, but showed signs of being very dry form the lack of water.

“I am a stallion of my word princess; I gave my commander explicit orders that if anyone attacked him or his troops first, then they could fight back.” His words held some truth to them, but not fully. To make sure the masses would obey his troops, they would execute a small family in front of everyone.

Celestia had no choice but to believe his words, and with a heavy heart she started to climb onto the bed. Once she was on, Sombra flared up his horn and grabbed a small doll from the wall and put it on his pillow. Celestia was sure she could hear the poor soul inside the doll screaming for freedom and shuddered slightly.

“You look scared my princess. Do my dolls unnerve you? You do know that the spell binding them is a spell that truly gives a pony immortality? At the cost of moving around, they can watch their rulers every waking second and be thankful that they will live forever by him.” He spoke to her as he took a closer look at the doll.

Celestia said nothing to him, refusing to give him any kind of credit in scaring her. She knew how he worked. If the elements of harmony had any counterparts, he would be the element of fear, countering the element of laughter.

“Unlike your false claims or you and Luna having immortality, I can give any pony I see fit the gift of immortality. Anyone that is a doll, lives forever even if the doll is shredded up save for the head. ” He said looking away from his figurine. “Now, I must be quick with you today. Get in your spot.”

Celestia didn’t move for a second, letting her eyes look around the room at the dolls. She hated fornicating with him in the company of the dolls. It felt wrong to know her body was on display for hundreds of tortured souls.

“Hmm, do you wish to hold one of them while we fornicate my princess?” Sombra asked as his eyes looked around for one of her own guards that refused to bow before him.

“N-No…” She stammered out weakly as she moved her body towards the pillow.

“Really? Not even…this one?” He spoke up as he found the doll and floated it to her.

Celestia’s eyes went wide as a white Pegasus, adorned with her royal guard armor was placed in front of her eyes. She recognized the doll quickly as her own personal guard, thanks to the sun-crested shield as his cutie mark.

“You look like you just saw a ghost my princess.” Sombra spoke up in a snarky tone. “Do you know that pony?”

Celestia didn’t even hear him as she just stared at the still figure. Reaching for it, she held it in her hooves and could feel that he was really alive. With sadness in her heart she brought it to her chest and hugged it softly. It was then she fully realized she failed her kingdom. Not wanting to risk war, she put the safety of her ponies first before her own, and know it was coming back to haunt her. What could she do anyway? Wage war in a kingdom that rarely had to fight back when they had to? For her there was no right decision and she knew it.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes. You may keep that one with you when I send you back to your cell.” He told her as he pushed her ass to the bed.

Celestia was taken out of her thoughts once he put his hooves on her flank and stared at the prize waiting for him. She couldn’t move her body at all. Her heart felt broken and she couldn’t find any words to say.

“I’ll enjoy every second of this.” Sombra told her as he moved a hoof to his growing erection and started stroking life into it.

It didn’t take long for Celestia to feel his twitching erection, brush against her inner leg, before feeling it move to its intended location. Turning her head slightly, she could see the magic around his eyes had disappeared, leaving him with only red pupils. Without his armor and his magic, he looked like a regular pony. A bit of her pride returned to her as her mind got filled with disgust that a simple pony like him had her where he wanted.

“Open your legs a bit more.” He commanded wanting better access to her. She reluctantly obeyed and opened her legs more, feeling a wave of shame rush over her body.

“Heheh, It must disturb you to know that many of your followers are watching us right now.” He told her as he pressed his shaft between her butt cheeks and moved it back and forth. “To know their ‘god’ is forced to serve a simple mortal like me.” There was an unruly calm tone to his voice. It was so calm, it scared Celestia even more.

Pulling his penis away, he inserted the tip of it inside her pussy, making her groan with displeasure. Feeling it enter her, she clenched her former guard harder to her chest and closed her eyes to try and drown out the feeling. Once a good portion of it was snug inside her dry hole, Sombra moved his body down so his front hooves were beside her body, and his gut was resting against her back.

I know you enjoy this in the deprived part of your mind, Celestia.” He told her as he started to gently rock his hips into her.

Celestia wanted to ignore him, but knew she would eventually get wet, no matter how much she hated it. Sombra said nothing more to her as he continued to slowly work his penis into her. He had to patiently wait until she was wet enough to fully enjoy her. He could easily fuck her on the spot and finish up before she even had time to enjoy it, no matter how small the thoughts, but he wasn’t like that. He wanted to prove to his captured ponies that she was a simple mare who couldn’t resist lust and desire like any normal pony.

Building up a bit of spit in his mouth, he directed it at his erection. Celestia heard him spit and a second later she felt a bit of wetness coating his dick, giving it easier access to her. She hated it but remained silent.

“Maybe I’ll make you moan this morning.” He told her as he flared up his horn for a spell.

Celestia knew she would never give him that, but the feeling of magic against the area where her clit was, made her second guess that.

“Don’t touch me there…” She begged, knowing very well she would get wet and eventually enjoy the dick rutting.

Sombra only replied by flicking her clit in a hard fashion before slowly rubbing it. Celestia whimpered softly and buried her face into the pillow provided for her.

It didn’t take long for his tactics to finally get to her. The feeling of his dick, slowly moving in and out of her, without any sort of frustration, accompanied by the feeling of her clit being played with had took its toll. Try as she might, she couldn’t fight the feeling and suddenly felt herself wink.

“Damnit…” She cursed underneath her breath as she knew it was beginning.

“Ahh I feel you getting wet finally.” Sombra chuckled as he dropped the magic spell and steadied his back legs. “Now I can have what I really want.”

With that said he pushed the full length of his erection into her, letting her warm walls wrap around it. Celestia grunted with displeasure and bit down on her tongue, as her body tensed up. Like the previous days, she had to cope with the feeling of being violated by his dick. She hated him and hated being wet.

Pulling himself back, letting only the head of his dick stay in, he deliberately rammed himself back inside of her. A pitiful moan of pain escaped her lips, and Celestia’s heart started to race at a very fast rate.

“Ashamed to enjoy yourself princess?” he told her repeating his motion, making her groan with pain.

Celestia felt weak and powerless before him. In a desperate show of defiance she tried to flare up her horn, but with the crystals jutting out of it, her magic couldn’t leave its home.

“Heheh, I’ll take that pitiful display as a yes…” he replied, stopping his painful thrusts, before returning to a moderate and well-paced thrust.

Celestia wanted to cry more than anything. She couldn’t fight back, no matter any opening she got. Her magic was cut off and though her wings were still fully functional, she couldn’t desert her trapped ponies without risking death upon them. Even though death would be the best thing for some, it wasn’t in her nature to do so.

With nothing else to do, Celestia just turned her head and stared at the crystal headboard in front of her. She had no choice but to let him continue. She hated feeling useless and quietly prayed he would finish up quickly. She would rather sit in the dungeon and starve than be in his room with his horrid collection and his own lust.

Eventually she found soft gasps starting to escape her throat as Sombra continued to work her. Another wave of shame hit her and she forced her face back into the pillow to stifle her voice. Her gasps were muffled greatly, but Sombra could still pick them up.

“What’s wrong my princess?” He said in an evil tone as he grabbed her mane with his teeth, forcefully pulling her head back.

“Ahh!” Celestia gasped in pain as she found her favorable position compromised.

“Why don’t you let your servants see you enjoying it?” He asked with a mouthful of her mane, as he looked in his peripheral vision toward the wall.

“I’m not!” She snapped back as she gritted her teeth.

Pushing his hooves closer to her body, he gave her another hard thrust, making her give off a painful moan. Content with his small attack, he was done with his slow place and quickly picked it up. Letting go of her, she pushed her face back down, letting her vision get clouded by darkness.

“You must enjoy it if you can’t bear to look at your subjects while you’re getting fucked. Don’t worry, that guilt that leave you one day and you’ll fully accept this and enjoy it.”

Celestia wanted to block out his voice. She would never enjoy partaking in his perversities, no matter what kind of pleasure was forced on her. Dropping the doll, she grabbed the second pillow and placed it over her head, in an effort to not hear his venomous words.

“That won’t help you.” He spoke again but this time his words echoed through Celestia’s skull. “You should know better than to try and ignore me.” He spoke up again, letting his words reverberate louder through her head.

“St-stop it…” Celestia stammered out, wanting a moment’s peace in the chaos she was surrounded in.

“Let’s see if you can handle the voices of the ponies watching us right now…” Sombra flared his horn up, casting a spell that would allow his prisoners to speak from their new bodies.

For a second there was nothing but the sound of wet flesh slapping against each other, until one doll spoke up.

“Whore! You sold out Equestria just so you could get rutted didn’t you!?”

“I would rather have fought back if I knew this was my death sentence! Why did you lay down for him!?”

The insults and slandered continued to echo throughout the room, as almost every pony started to either side with her or outright slander her. The only ones who didn’t hurt her were her own guards. Most of them knew why she didn’t fight back but had a hard time being louder than the hundreds of angry voices refusing to listen to reason.

Hearing their voices, Celestia felt any resolve she still had slowly crumbling away. If was the first time Sombra ever let her hear the dolls in the room, making the experience much more hurtful. Eventually she started crying into the pillow, staining it with her tears. Happy with the result, Sombra silenced the masses with another spell, letting silence greet her again.

“It must hurt you that even the ones you saved hate you for this.” He stated, feeling more aroused from her sorrow.

Celestia just cried softly. It was something she was not used to. Being alive for a long time, she learned to keep her emotions in check and never shed any tears even when guards close to her died of old age or battle. For her it was almost like a forgotten boon, having the chance to relive pressure off her chest and her mind. As good as it felt to cry, she still was hurt from hearing those voices.

While she was too busy crying to her hearts content, Sombra was starting to near his finish. Wanting to add insult to injury, he planned on leaving it inside of her once he came. The first few times he pulled out, wanting her to feel safe in a way, yet with the damage done to her mind, he couldn’t pass up the chance. If she got pregnant, he wouldn’t worry about it. He knew spells that would fix that problem. True to his word, Sombra felt a spasm in his penis before filled her womb.

Once Celestia felt his warm seed entering her, she panicked, letting the pillow on her head fall off, and tried to pull herself away. She didn’t want to bear a child of a mad man raping her. She got ready to beg him to pull out but before she could, Sombra his hoof into her head, forcing her into the pillow. Robbed of her venue to speak, she shifted violently until Sombra pushed harder on her head, making her stop.

Staying still, Celestia pouted quietly to herself, trying to ignore the feeling inside of her. She wished she could use to her magic and get rid of the sick feeling in her gut as her walls seemed to pull him closer, letting his semen move deeper inside of her. Seconds felt like minutes as she felt very twitch come from his dick.

“Ahhhhh…that was much enjoyable my princess…” Sombra told her as he slowly pulled his erection out, letting his semen drip out of her abused cunt and to his sheets below. Moving his body slightly up, he rested his head against hers and breathed low and exhausted sighs into her ear.

Celestia never felt so full and warm yet so empty at the same time. Closing her legs, she wanted to roll on her side and get every last bit of seed out of her. She hated to feeling of millions of tiny bastard children swimming around inside of her, looking to be the lucky that got through. All she did was stare wide-eyed at the wall, noticing plushies looking at her, mocking her voicelessly. Wanting a source of comfort, her hooves looked around for the plushy she was holding before, until he found it and held it close to her heart.

“Now, if you excuse me…” Sombra finally spoke up as he pulled his body off of hers with a groan. “My commander will be back very soon. I’ll let you rest for a few minutes before my guards’ escort you back to your cell.” He told her as he grabbed the blanket beneath him and wiped the semen off his dick.

Pulling his body off the bed, Celestia curled up and just laid still, still feeling empty. The worst part of everything that just happened to her, was that the guards who would escort her would get to enjoy her as well, though Sombra wouldn’t know about it. He would always get himself cleaned up in the baths before returning to his throne. Ample time for the guards’ to enjoy her.

Celestia heard the door being opened and shuddered as she heard him leave while two sets of hooves walked in.

“Let her rest for a few minutes before you take her back down.” He ordered to them before walking out.

Once he was far enough away, one guard spoke up.

“Heheh, look at her man, she’s actually crying this time!”

Pulling herself up, she quickly noticed the two guards were the ones from before that beat on the pony in the streets.

“She didn’t cry the other times so I wonder what he did today.” Theory spoke as he gave her a crude smile.

“Who cares!? Close the door and let’s just start! Last thing we need is the king finding out we’re playing with his bitch!” Snow Storm replied, getting excited he was able to enjoy a princess.

Theory nodded and quickly closed the door.

Author's Note

Guards are the OC's of Mister McMuffin who's name was Theory and Crispybacon who's name was Snow Storm