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
“My liege, the commander has returned!” A guard announced as he stepped into the large crystal throne room.
Sombra said nothing as he waved him off, feeling slightly irked he was late. It had been a long hour since Sombra spent his time with Celestia, and if he knew his commander would have been late, he would have spent more time with her. Resting his head on his left hoof, his tapped his right leg against his throne, letting the sound of metal on crystal echo throughout the keep. Eventually his commander walked into the room with a big grin on his face.
Just like most of his guards, his commander was also a Pegasus. His coat was a pure white and his short mane and tail bore a shade of red. Across his body bore his black crystal that gave him a much more deadly appearance than without.
“You’re very late, Commander Blaze,” Sombra growled in a low tone.
“Pardon my tardiness, my king.” He replied as he gracefully bowed before him, before closing the distance between the two of them. “I got caught up in a small fight for the skycity of Cloudsdale.”
“Hmm, so you captured a new town for me?” Sombra asked, letting go of a bit of his anger for the empty dungeons. “They should be here within the hour.”
“Impressive commander, I was right in having you lead in my conquest of Equestria.” Sombra replied as he got out of his throne and walked toward him. “Walk with me.”
Blaze nodded and waited for Sombra to start walking in whichever direction he wanted, before he followed by his side. Both ponies were heading for the dungeon staircase.
“How many casualties did we suffer at Canterlot and…?” Sombra asked, but stopped briefly as he couldn’t recall the small town below the mountain.
“Cloudsdale? Only three-percent. The resistance group was mainly earth ponies wielding china plates or other fancy items from their former homes. They were burnt into the walls.” He replied as he pictured one certain earth pony trying to attack a crystal mage with a glass shard, before he got blasted into cinder.
“Hmm, so some of your troops got killed by mud ponies wielding cutlery?” Sombra replied with a bit of distastefulness in his voice.
“No, no, we took Canterlot easily. It happened at Cloudsdale, actually. One of my sub-commanders had a fire spell backfire on him, cooking about ten other men along with him.” He replied, a bit ashamed to tell his king about the truth. Sombra stopped walking just before the steps and gave his commander a sour look.
“…Maybe it’s for the better that the useless are killed off in this mortal coil.” Sombra replied, he wanted to rant at his commander but held back. “At least they didn’t fall to their deaths,” Sombra recalled the cloud walking spells along with many other useful spells he found in the Canterlot archives.
“I couldn’t agree more,” He replied, feeling a bit relieved Sombra wasn’t going to lash out at him.
“I’m still disappointed you let something so trivial happen, commander.” Sombra told him in a stern tone as he started to descend down the stairs. “Along with you being late as well, I think a small punishment would be in order.” Sombra looked behind him, flaring up his horn.
The commander panicked, thinking he would be turned into another doll that would decorate his room even more.
“P-please, my liege! I beg you to reconsider!” Blaze plead, hoping he could be spared.
No matter how much a pony could attempt to please Sombra, he would always threaten someone if something stupid happened, or it just didn’t fit with him. He was like a harsh parent. No matter how much you tried to please him, the littlest mistake would get him angry. That anger usually made his room have an extra plush or the graveyard another occupant. Given the choices, death was a boon.
“Then don’t make stupid screw ups like that ever again.” Sombra finished, as he picked up his hooves and continued to walk, while lowering the magic around his horn.
The walk down the staircase was silent, as Blaze feared anymore words would grant him a punishment. Instead, he just walked beside him and wondered why he was descending into the basement with him. Once they came to the bottom, the guard positioned there opened the door for them.
“Since we’re now short a few troops,” Sombra spoke up as he surveyed the cells. “Grab a few prisoners, preferably fathers. Tell them if they want their families to live, they will serve under me.”
“If they refuse?” Blaze asked as he looked around as well.
“Then take them up to the throne room and throw them out the window.” His words were utterly cold as he spoke; and Blaze knew better than to question him. “I’ve got a princess to tend to.” He said, breaking into a faster trot.
“Also…” Sombra spoke up, making his commander freeze in his steps. “Arrange a jousting event for me when you head back up. I’ll need some entertainment for myself.”
Blaze bowed his head and started to survey the cells for potential soldiers that he would harden into trained machines.
Looking in front of himself, Sombra noticed two more guards walking away from deeper in the dungeon. Quickly noticing they were his throne room guards, he stayed quiet, keeping his head high. Like sheep, they bowed before their master before returning to their business. Keeping his eyes trained forward, Sombra kept his sullen look on his face as he walked right past the cell of Celestia, and further in. Had he looked in the cell, he would have seen the guards who escorted her down had their own share of her. Of course he wouldn’t notice at first, since Celestia was in her usual sitting up position with her eyes closed.
Eventually the sobs of the prisoners died out as Sombra came to a secluded part of the dungeon. It was the part where he kept Luna. Unlike Celestia who remained silent, Luna was very much more vocal about the situation. She was so vocal that Sombra had to use a muting spell on her so he wouldn’t have to worry about getting slammed into the prison walls, thanks to her voice. Coming up to a large metal door, he conjured up the same key that was to free Celestia and unlocked the door, letting a resounding click break the silence. As the click sounded out, the sound of chains rattled from behind the door. Sombra opened the door and gave the young princess of the night a sly grin.
“Good morning my princess…” He spoke up as he sauntered in.
Luna gave him a cold glare from her precarious position. When Sombra locked her up, he made sure she wouldn’t rest easy thanks to her mannerisms. She hung from ceiling thanks to solid crystal chains, holding her hooves above her head. Her elegant wings were stuck to her body, thanks to a special device that Sombra himself made. It was a metal corset that was used on prisoners with wings, which kept them stuck under armor, with no room to move them at all. To Sombra, the greatest torture for a winged creature was still having their wings but with no way to use them. The same went for unicorns and losing their powers over the arcane. Since Luna had both, the mental anguish of being really useless was twice as bad.
“Are you not happy to see me?” He spoke in a mocking manner as he got closer and started to circle her like a shark. “Oh I forgot you can’t speak right now. If you be a good girl I’ll remove that mute spell.”
Luna made no movement, nor did she have the energy to. She was tired, fatigued and her forelegs were completely numb. Not to mention the metal corset was very itchy and making her fur all sweaty.
“Or maybe you’re too tired to give me any approval my princess. Maybe if you didn’t try to escape the other night then you wouldn’t be down here, being treated like a common criminal.” Sombra spoke to her, remembering the previous night he brought Luna into his chambers, only to have her fight back and attempt to escape. Sombra got away with only a rattled horn and a bit of hurt pride in his stallionhood, while Luna got the corset and the dungeon room. While she had a similar cell to Celestia’s before, Sombra took away that privilege.
Luna smiled a bit at remembering the night herself. While she relinquished her power for the throne to keep her ponies safe, she didn’t give in as fast as Celestia. She could take any kind of abuse he could dish out and bottle it up. It was something she was used to doing very recently, considering she started feeling neglected for her night sky. It was something she brought up with Celestia, but her elder pushed her claim away. It hurt her that no ponies appreciated her beautiful nights and she planned on doing something about it, yet Sombra’s raid stopped her before she could begin.
“I’m still hurt from your attack on me princess. If you ask for forgiveness I’ll make today's experience…slightly more enjoyable than the previous night…” He told her as his horn flared up and Luna heard the sound of chains rattling above.
Directing her eyes upward, her grin left her face as the chain holding her in place gave out, letting her fall to the floor. As she landed she winced from the feeling of her numb forelegs hitting the floor like cooked spaghetti. She would have grunted in pain but all forms of talking had been stripped from her.
“Does that feel better my princess?” Sombra mocked as he started to circle her body before stopping at her behind. As his eyes locked onto her royal backside, his depraved mind started to fill with many wondrous thoughts of how he would enjoy it.
Luna could feel his insidious eyes on her rear and she tried to move herself so he couldn’t look at it. Unlike Celestia she refused to give into his demands very easily. Most of the time she would spit in his face and tell him to ‘fornicate thyself’ or simply ignore him. Sadly those had little effects on him and he just smiled at her attempts to anger him.
Sombra didn’t care for her unruly attitude, but enjoyed seeing her struggle helplessly. It’s a reason he preferred Luna over Celestia. He could easily prove his dominance over both mares but doing it to Luna felt like an achievement in its own right. He could easily control her mind but Sombra wanted to take a different approach with her. Raping her into submission would be something big, but he had another idea.
“Mhm, seems even when you’re tired, you still defy me. Maybe you’re not as hopeless as your sister is,” He spoke as he flared his horn up.
Before Luna could react to his spell, a dark tentacle came from out of the floor and wrapped around her neck, keeping her pinned down. Luna winced and her face twisted into a very uncomfortable look as she found trying to move around only tightened the ethereal chain around her.
“Still, without your magic, you’re no better than a wife who can’t suck off her husband,” He told her letting his idea come to surface very briefly.
As powerful as Sombra was, there was one thing he lacked and wanted the most. Courtship. He was a ruler of an empire and soon to be ruler of all of Equestria. He could have any mare he wanted in all the land but with the capture of the princesses he had found the one he wanted. She just didn’t know it yet.
“Wouldn’t you agree?” He said, taking the mute spell off of her. For a brief second Luna felt a tingling in her throat and felt her voice return to her.
“We rather fellatio a mule than thyself,” Luna protested in a very weak voice. Sombra simply chuckled at her defiance and walked in front of her. Lowering his head to her level, he smiled at her.
Sombra ignored her way of addressing him. The way of speaking she used was something Equestria and even the empire was slowly outgrowing, yet still used by many. It would be a good few years before ponies started adapting to the newest style of speech and something told Sombra that Luna would be stuck in her old ways of speaking for a long time.
“So you wish to serve a mule? Wouldn’t that be fun to watch…my most prized possession taken to my throne room just so mules could have they their way with you,” The mere thought of Luna being in the middle of an orgy of donkeys made Sombra’s sheathed penis twitch.
“We are not your prize, knave!” Luna answered back, forcing her voice to go louder.
“Hmm, I’m afraid you’re right my princess…” Getting back up he circled around to her ass. “You are my toy, a toy I can break at any time or add to my ever growing collection in my room.” Putting his hoof under her tail, he pushed it up and smiled seeing the little bit of pink against her dark blue fur. Luna tensed up and was ready to speak her mind, but Sombra conjured up the spell and muted her.
“Mhm, your backside is much more presentable than your sisters,” He told her as he licked his chops.
He was speaking true as he started to compare both sisters to each other. He knew Celestia was the elder yet the age difference was something he would never know of. While Celestia was tall and majestic, Luna was the same size as the average mare. If it wasn’t for her status and alicorn blood, she could easily blend in with regular society as a normal pony.
“I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy you more than Celestia.” Sombra felt the cold greet his erection as it slowly started to come out of its sheathe. “Your younger body makes you much more wanting than your horse of a sister. So much so I think I’ll have my way with you here and now.”
Hearing him tell her of his desire to rape her on the spot, Luna bucked her back leg and sent her hoof right into his growing erection. Sombra grunted out in pain and buckled to the floor, holding his throbbing erection in his hooves.
“Foal sucking…grahhh!” Sombra groaned out in anger and pain as he pulled himself away from her. If Luna could turn and laugh at him, she would have. For her, the pain he would inflict on her for her actions couldn’t compare to the feeling of kicking his stallionhood.
“Hehhh…heheh, not as hard as your first but just as painful,” Sombra rasped out as he pulled himself back up. “A proper wife knows when to put her husband in his place for his rushed actions. You may just be proper wife material.”
Flaring up his horn he brought two more black tentacles out of the cement and wrapped them around her back legs, spreading them apart. Luna tried to struggle against the spell but his magic keep her legs steadfast and her perfect cunt in view. Cut off from all forms of movement, Luna screamed noiselessly at her captor. She wished she could see his face and spit at it, making him know forever that she would never bend over with consent.
“However a wife should know her limits and obey his every word,” Sombra regained his same position before and started to rise on his back legs while placing his front ones against her cutie mark.
Moving his hoof to her private’s, Sombra raked his hoof across it, hoping to elicit some kind of moisture from her. Luna fidgeted as much as her body could yet she knew nothing would come of it. She was locked in place, on display for a lecherous stallion who had no right to touch her.
“Dry as usual…well since I’m not very busy today…” He said as he pulled himself back down, letting his eyes be level with her hole.
Luna waited for him to finish his sentence, but only gasped noiselessly as she felt his cold nose get pressed between her thighs. Sniffing like a dog, Sombra took in her scent and smiled and stuck out his tongue to lap at her. His tongue was like a wet rag for Luna. It was slightly rough and very wet, making her sick that it was lapping at her. Pushing his face deeper into her backside, Sombra started nipping at her delicate skin, making her fidget more. He was sure he could taste a bit of his own seed still stuck inside of her, but ignored the saltiness.
“Grahhh, you taste delicious my pet,” Sombra said quietly as he found his erection fully erect and ready to go.
Luna only grimaced and stopped moving completely. She was too fatigued to struggle against him and knew it was a fool’s endeavour. Suffice with the wetness on her, Sombra pulled away and got ready to pull himself up again, until he noticed she was low enough that he could simply cover over her body and rut her like a proper stallion. It was much preferred considering he hated holding himself on two legs. Creeping his body over hers, he lined his erection up, pressing the head of it against her folds. Resting his head against the metal on her back, Luna could feel his hot breath reaching the area just above the metal.
“Are you scared you’ll enjoy it princess? Your sister had the same problem with me this morning.”
Luna tensed up hearing he had already defiled her sister.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get my leftovers.” Sombra moved his mouth to the side of her face and started to speak in a lower tone. “Besides, it’s what you’re used to anyway.”
Luna snarled at him and started to fidget again under his weight. Sombra knew he hit a sore spot on her.
“It must anger you to be the younger sibling. Forced to listen to your elder and having any sort of claim pushed away. Always under-appreciated and never taken seriously. People only listen to you when you address them with your voice. When you address them they fear you and become wary of you.” Sombra moved his mouth to the back of her ear and nuzzled her.
Luna jerked her head as much as it could move, making his mouth touch only air.
“Mhm, makes one wonder if they hate you as well…Have you ever wondered why ponies sleep at night?”
Luna wasn’t sure where he was getting at. She knew her night was when ponies rested, safely under the protection of the night.
“Do you wonder why no ponies wander about after the sun is settled? They fear the night and its princess. They lock their doors and shut their blinds, thinking they’ll get devoured by any creatures that come out.” Sombra moved his mouth back to her ear and nuzzled it again.
“It’s sad to know that ponies don’t notice the beauty that your night holds. Seeing the moon caress the frozen tundra is a truly beautiful sight.” Sombra quickly moved his mouth away and lit up his horn.
Much to Luna’s surprise she felt the corset around her body slowly starting to unbuckle before it left her body, getting tossed to the corner of the dungeon. She didn’t move her body as at all but after a few seconds of silence she slowly opened her wings, sighing gently as the stiffness left her. Bringing his face to her sweaty back, Sombra nuzzled it almost like a mother would treat her child. For Luna it was a mix of relief and utter disgust.
“Ponies don’t know the beauty of the night until they’ve experienced it first hand,”
Luna wasn’t stupid to what he was trying. She could almost taste the venomous honey leaving his mouth, trying to fill her mind with false promises. For now she would play the under-appreciated princess and listen.
“It’s not right that Celestia’s subjects enjoy the day and sleep away the night. On certain nights I see stars moving into position to form constellations. Why do you do it when you know no one will see them?” Sombra removed the mute spell.
Luna found her voice returned to her and yet there was no point in voicing her discomfort, she had realized. Parts of his words were very true indeed. Ponies slept the night away ignoring all of its beauties.
Sombra ran his hooves up and down her body, massaging her gently. It was like he was trying to calm her down, acting as if he cared about her comfort. For a brief second Luna was sure he was being sincere in his words and actions but she quickly remembered who he was.
“We won’t listen to your lecherous words! Our children sleep safely under the night sky and Celestia tells us lots of ponies enjoy the wonders of the night!” Luna answered back.
“Celestia tells you that? She only tells you those lies to keep you in check. When I took over the castle I found documents that all royal meetings take place during the day while you rest; signed by only her. She hides you away thinking you’ll embarrass her in front of the nobles.”
Luna knew that was true, save for the part of her being an embarrassment. Yet thinking of it made Luna question it. Why did Celestia never let meetings happen at night, and most of the time when Luna went to the meetings she barely uttered a word.
“It’s a shame she thinks that, maybe she’s worried a beautiful mare like you will earn their favors,” Sombra spoke as one of his hooves found its way to her face. In a gentle motion Sombra rubbed her cheek, providing it with a light and very sensual touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. His words sounded emotionless and dull. “It’s seems such a waste to have you rot down here with your sister. You deserve to rule while she sits on the side and watches.”
Again Luna felt his words spoke some sort of truth to her. He sounded sincere and though his words sounded venomous, she couldn’t help but let them sink into her.
“I could give you that honor Luna,” Luna felt his back legs adjust a bit, letting her know he was able to put it in her.
“You could be a proper ruler, no longer living in the shadow of Celestia. The empire and Equestria would be yours to rule with a husband at your side. Ponies could see the beautiful princess of the night in all her glory while her weak minded sister sat by your throne, regretting never letting you have more power than she allowed,” Sombra got ready to thrust.
“You could enjoy…this.”
Luna’s breath was cut short as she felt his member get shoved into her. His earlier lapping helped, but she was still dry as bone.
“Instead of being stuck in this hole…” Sombra bared his teeth and gave his body a sharp push forward. “You could enjoy this in a proper bed!” Luna winced from the sharp pain that came from it.
“Tis a lie!” She snapped at him, not wanting to hear his lies.
“My princess, I only speak the truth to you. If you were to agree to my hoof in marriage, then power, real power, would be yours.” Pulling back slightly he braced his legs better and pushed harder, sending another inch of it in. Luna cringed and bit down hard on her bottom lip.
“We won’t listen to your lies,”
“Why would I lie to a beautiful creature like you?” He pushed hard into her again. Out of instinct her head tried to move up, only to have the magic keep it pinned. She hated it, and only felt like a common whore bending over for him.
The spit around her pussy was starting to dry slightly, yet Luna knew she was going to get wet herself. It was an undeniable truth, and one she hated. She prayed that her body would disobey its proper course, making him fuck her dry. He would finish faster and Luna could be alone and away from him.
“It’s what you are, you deceive those around you, and have your way with them!” Luna answered back, letting her own words get coated with poison. “We rather be treated like a whorse than rule beside you.”
Much to her surprise and relief, Sombra paused letting his warm body rest against hers.
“So, you’d rather live as trash,” Sombra opened his maw and grabbed a mouthful of her blue mane and tugged hard at it. Luna winced from the lack of movement on her neck and groaned with pain. “It must be a fetish for you then, being the weaker sibling, always doing what big sister says. You don’t want to rule; no, you just want to be a submissive bitch!” He grunted as he buried himself properly.
Luna groaned from the sharp pain but felt something else. She could feel a bit of wetness starting to build around his shaft. She could feel it, and she hated herself for it. An all-powerful being like her, having her body submit to the lowest of desires. She wished the timing of it wasn’t at that moment. Sombra let go of her mane.
“Damnation,” Luna thought in her own mind.
“Well, seems you really want to be a submissive bitch then,” Sombra’s expression slowly twisted around as he felt her wet insides starting to coat his dick. “I’ll grant you that pleasure then whore.”
“We don’t want it!” She objected to his words.
“Whores have no right to speak,” With those words he put the spell back on her.
Luna tried to protested but the familiar tingle of her throat told her she wasn’t saying anything. Resting her neck she pressed her face against the cold floor and just took it.
“I offer you power and you push it away from me,” He said as he started to gently yet erratically rock his body, letting his erection slowly slip out before going back in.
Once he got into a proper pace, his eyes locked onto her horn. Much like Celestia, Sombra cast a spell on it, making dark shards jut out of it, preventing any sort of magic to leave it.
“If you agreed to marriage,” he said, quietly “You would enjoy…this.”
For a brief second she wondered what he meant until she felt his tongue. She tensed up as his wet tongue danced across her horn, stopping right before the crystals. Luna’s eyes fluttered as she felt a rush of magic surge through her horn, only to come to a stop half way. If those wretched crystals were gone, the room would have light up in a small spark of magic.
“I know how you feel right now princess,” Sombra gloated taking brief pauses to speak to her. “Your body is tingling with the sensation you just felt. No matter how old or magically gifted you are, having your horn touched turns you into a quivering and moaning wreck.” If Luna had control of her voice, she would have had to stifle a moan that escaped from her throat.
Sombra licked again, making her move her head slightly to accommodate it. There was no denying that it felt good, and it made Luna feel weaker, and more wet.
“Does it feel great my princess? I can tell you’re enjoying it,” Sombra grunted finding his erection starting to get more wet, thanks to her. Luna protested and shook her head. She refused to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“You’re a poor liar princess,” He told her pulling away, leaving her with a slightly empty feeling. “But you won’t get the chance to enjoy it properly.”
Sombra refocused his attention on rutting her backside. He had given her a taste of pleasure and was going to leave her wanting more of it.
Luna panted slightly and felt her heart rate picking up very quickly. The pleasure her horn just felt kept the bit of magic stuck in the base of it, making her head hurt and her cunt feel more wet. She hated feeling wet.
Sombra noticed her slightly increased arousal and put more effort into thrusting his dick inside of her. The wetness from her started to leak out of her pussy, making the fur near the bottom of his shaft sticky. Every connection of his hips to her ass, a wet slap echoed out through the hollow dungeon. She couldn’t deny his loathed member felt good, nor would she ever admit it to him.
Eventually, Sombra found his regular rhythm slowing, becoming more spastic, signaling he was getting closer and closer to finishing up. Moving his face from her horn to her ear, Sombra nibbled on the tip of it. Luna tensed up, her once cold body becoming extremely hot and bothered by the copious amounts of sex. She hated it. As much as her body loved the unwanted attention, her mind refused to enjoy any of the mental abuse he was keen on giving her. She wouldn’t give into his stupid proposal, yet part of her wanted to enjoy the idea of power over her sister. That part of her she feared would turn her into something else as time went on, growing weaker from the abuse and promise of greater power. She knew she was envious of her sister’s power and for a brief amount of time during her time with Sombra, she wanted to surpass her.
Moving his body upward, Sombra pressed his hooves against her shoulders, pushing her body down to the point it hurt her spine. She could tell he was getting close himself thanks to his feverish grunts. Shamefully the idea of him ending soon aroused her, making her walls tighten around him.
“Grahhhhh, you truly are better than Celestia,” His voice became more of a whiny than his usual low tone. “Yet if you wouldn’t agree to my proposal by choice, then I may have to leave it in…”
Luna’s eyes went wide as she knew the implications of his words.
“No! Don’t you dare defile my womb more than you have!” She screamed in her mind, fearing the thought of baring his bastard child.
Equestrian laws showed that mares who bare the children of stallions would be forced into marriage. An act of sex was a bonding act, and only shared between those who truly cared for each other. The only exception to this rule was interspecies were not allowed to marry, considering children couldn’t be born from two different races. Yet like most laws ever made, ponies and other sapient races abused it. Men and women alike would prey on their opposites, forcing marriage upon those who wanted it, and in some extreme cases bigotry would be a result of it. Given Sombra’s actions he could force both Luna and Celestia to marry, yet he had no love for stupid laws. He only sought to use her own laws to put fear in her mind, successfully breaking a mental barrier inside of her.
“Anything but inside!” Luna’s frantic mind tried to think of something, anything to stop him. The only part of her body that was free was her front legs, yet trying to move them made Luna feel like a filly learning to walk for the first time. Her eyes darted around the room looking for something to grab and hit him with. Nothing.
For a brief second Sombra slowed down to adjust his body slightly before he started up again. That time going faster and using shorter thrusts. She knew he was getting closer and with little to no room she shifted her torso and flapped her wings vigorously in a vain effort to escape.
“Do you fear the idea of a child that much princess?” Sombra grunted with pleasure seeing her frantically try to get away. He took the spell off her throat to hear her beg.
“Please! Don’t desecrate our womb! We refuse to carry your bastard child!” She shouted letting all her energy transfer into her voice, letting it resound in the dungeon to the cells. Her voice was loud yet carried the tone of a plea of mercy.
Down in the dungeon area, sobbing ponies stopped and listened to the voice that just spoke up. Celestia heard it too and only grimaced, knowing she couldn’t do anything at all.
Sombra only smiled and kept going. He could feel his breathing quickening and felt his body shift to autopilot. He wasn’t going to stop and he wasn’t going to pull out.
“Pull out! We won’t carry your child!” She bellowed out before quieting down. “Please…Don’t do this to me.” Luna wanted to cry and curse her own law. She was the one who brought the law to Celestia in hopes it would make the country more peaceful. Now she hated herself for it. The same law that was used to bring order into the country was being used against her.
“Agree to marriage and I’ll pull out!” Sombra grunted, getting dangerously close to finishing off.
For a long yet very brief second she actually planned on saying yes to him until she felt his member spasm inside of her. She knew that whatever answer she gave, it was too late. Going silent she waited for it to happen.
“F-fuck too soon!” Sombra said to himself as he felt his will give out, firing the first shot of his labor. Only a few extra seconds and he would have had her.
Luna closed her teary eyes and tried to shut out the feeling of his warm seed invading her body. She was used to feeling his seed coat her ass but that luxury didn’t exist today for her. She felt every inch, every strand go into her. The worst feeling wasn’t that but knowing her inner walls were squeezing his dick, drawing everything deeper into her womb.
Sombra didn’t stop his body, letting his orgasm ride out as much as he could before he went soft. He didn’t put much into her, thanks to his earlier enjoyment but it was enough to make her feel full. Once it was done he slowly pulled himself out and stepped back, breathing exhausted sighs as he looked on at his handy work. Dropping the spell around her legs and neck, Luna fell to the cold floor with an almost dead look in her eyes. She could feel his seed moving inside of her, traveling deeper into her. Even with her body free, she had no will to move at all.
“Hmm, wonder if that is enough to get you pregnant,” Sombra mocked feeling pride in his actions as he watched his seed travel out of her hole and onto the cement below.
As Sombra moved away from her body, he flared his horn up and clasped her front hooves in chains before yanking her back into the air. Luna winced as her body went back up but she stayed still, keeping her eyes trained on the floor.
“You’ll give in eventually dear princess,” He told her as he turned his attention to the corset in the corner, ”You’ll break under the strain of everything. Be it days, weeks, or months, you’ll accept my proposal and once you do, you’ll curse yourself for not doing it sooner. If you happen to get pregnant, heheh, I look forward to making the wedding regardless,” Sombra’s eyes caught the sight of his seed dripping out of her abused cunt to the floor below.
He could do nothing but smile at his handy work. If any mare were to get pregnant by him, he would prefer it was Luna. If it was her then Sombra could gloat about how Celestia failed her little sister and raise the child thinking his mother passed away at birth. Once he was old enough, he would let him sample the castle’s finest treasures. It was a fascinating idea but he had other ideas he could try with them. His dark mind had thought about public orgies with them or even yearly celebrations where they could go on display for the empire.
A summer sun celebration and a winter moon celebration, the day regular citizens could enjoy their bodies freely, thanks to him. They would fear him and worship him for being a malevolent ruler, yet praise him for letting them defile the mares that forfeited their freedom. They thought it was bad for them now; sadly it was only going to get worse…
Author's Note
Commander Blaze is the OC of BlazeDasherut
