Entry #101—July 14th

Today was very productive. I woke up expecting the delegation from Arcadia, and possibly some other small problems, but my secretary was noticeably more nervous than usual as I left my room. I took this as a good sign. Glimmering Rose always got nervous over the most wonderful things.

“What is my schedule for today?” I asked her.

She leafed through a few pieces of parchment. Her hooves were shaking slightly. They always did. “The delegation from Arcadia has been delayed by weather. We have not heard from the delegation from Taurus yet.” She never made eye contact, if she could avoid it. I had chosen her on purpose, of course; a secretary who isn’t afraid of you can be a very dangerous thing.

“And what else?”

“The, uhm…”

“Yes?”

She looked at the ground. “The…corpses have arrived.”

I smiled. I made sure to smile directly at her, and to show as many teeth as possible. “Have they now?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Wonderful.” I leaned towards her, and she flinched visibly. “And have they been sorted?”

“Y-yes, m-my lord. I saw to it…p-personally.”

My smile widened. “Then why haven’t you brought up the first one yet?”

“She… It’s… The first one is waiting outside.”

I leaned in further. Glimmer flung her head to the side, still dedicated to avoiding eye contact. She had styled her mane so that a lock of blue hair impeded my view of her face. I allowed a wisp of shadow magic to seep out of my mouth and brush against her cheek. I could feel her shudder.

“That’s why I like you, Rose. Always thinking of your King. Always so efficient.”

She tried to say something, but all that came out was a quiet, pained whimper. I always loved tormenting her, but I couldn’t keep my guests waiting. I stood up and turned around. “Bring her in. And make sure the next one is ready for when I’m done.”

She took a deep breath, nodded, and scurried off.

I returned to my room and summoned a few books. Just refreshers, I had done this before, after all. I gathered magic into my horn and felt the spell spill out of it, running down my body and settling into my balls. I repeated the process, and again, and I could feel my testicles swell slightly each time.

The body arrived shortly. I directed the ponies to put her on the bed, then dismissed them with a wave of my hoof.

She was pristine. That was the only word for it. Her pink coat hadn’t even lost its magical luster yet. Her mane was still glittering slightly, tossing little pinpoints of green light everywhere. It still held its shape surprisingly well.

Her eyes were closed, but I didn’t detect a heartbeat. I opened one of her eyes telekinetically, and a dull pupil greeted me. I closed it again, satisfied that she was actually dead and not simply drugged.

I leaned down and took a deep breath along her neck. I didn’t smell any dirt, but there was an imperceptible hint of perfume. There weren’t any visible bruises or lacerations on her; natural causes, and my subjects had been very careful moving her. She must have been taken from some home or other right after she died. No doubt a “donation” from a “generous,” grieving family.

I smiled to myself. My subjects were so loyal. I really should find some way to reward them in the near-future.

During my musings, my cock had begun to poke out of its sheath. I leaned down and took another deep breath of her scent. Intoxicating.

I climbed onto my bed, using magic to shift her body slightly so that it was directly under me. I spread her legs open with my magic. Once they were positioned well enough I let go, and watched them settle limply onto the bed. I did the same with her forelegs, spreading them out so they were pointing outwards, hanging limply by her sides.

Her head was resting to the side. I opened her mouth and her tongue promptly fell out. Her breath confirmed the smallest hint of decay. I moved her tongue back and closed her mouth. I pushed her head into the mattress slightly, and turned it so that it was pointing straight up. It rolled back onto its side. I scrunched up the blankets a little around her head and tried again. Her head stayed pointing upward this time, although it still sagged to the left slightly. It was close enough. I liked to be the first thing they see when wake up. The look on their face was always priceless.

I took another slow look at her body. Her eyes were still closed, but her face was pointed in the correct general direction. Her neck was stretched out. I nuzzled it a little, and when I took my head away her coat was mussed up and frizzy. Her crystal sheen caused a few glints of light to come off the uneven hair.

Her legs were still splayed out, though every time I touched her they jostled slightly.

I wanted to drink in the rest of her appearance slowly, but I knew I would just be teasing myself. I could feel my erection brushing against my stomach as I moved. I looked down and, sure enough, it was full and ready.

I crouched slightly and guided myself into her. Her vagina was incredibly tight. Too early for rigor mortis, so perhaps she had been a virgin before she died. The thought made me smile as I slid deeper into her body.

Her body was cold. Not ice-cold, but still cold. I liked it that way. I could feel the heat from my penis seeping into her body ever-so-slightly as I slowly pushed into her. It reminded me of hunger; her cold, lifeless body begging for the warmth of life, prying it away from me as I pushed deeper into her.

Finally I bottomed out, the base of my cock pushing against her groin. Her position hadn’t changed. I began to slide out slowly, and I could see her legs and head jiggle slightly as I pulled backward.

I was a little faster as I pushed back in, now that I was sure I would fit and she wouldn’t break. Her pussy was still gripping me tightly. I could feel her walls being forcefully spread each time I pushed forward. The resistance and pressure felt amazing.

I started to pick up the pace, and I could feel the friction creating more and more heat as I pistoned in and out of her. She remained immobile, but I could feel her body warming up slightly.

I continued ramming into her, and it was certainly frantic then. I could feel pressure building in my body, aching to release into her.

I pressed forward a final time and grunted as I came. I could feel my seed spilling into her. Gushing into her body and settling into it. There was a lot, I had made sure of that.

Her eyes snapped open. She gasped loudly as she drew in a dozen lungfuls of air. Her chest rose visibly with each breath. She coughed, and her eyes darted around the room, finally resting upon my regal visage.

“W-what…what happened?” She stammered. Her voice was quiet. I was a little surprised she had control of her voice at all; most don’t.

I smiled and leaned closer to her face, my cock still buried in her body. “You died, and your gracious king brought you back to life.”

Her limbs twitched, but did not move. “But…I don’t…I don’t understand…”

I slid out of her slowly, and there was a faint, wet pop as my dick left her body. She gasped as I slid out. None of my semen spilled out, but I could hear it sloshing around inside her.

“Well, I was not there for the circumstances of your death, but I had my servants bring you here. I raped your body, and now a large amount of my magically-imbued semen is sitting in you.

“I…I feel cold. And I can’t move.”

I stood up and walked around her. I took a wide berth so she would get a little confused. My bed is so large that I could stay completely out of her sight the entire walk. “Well, that’s because we’re not done yet,” I explained. “There’s enough of my magic inside you to keep you alive, but not to give you autonomy. I certainly could move you myself with telekinesis, but that’s so boring.”

I was standing by her head. “Open your mouth.”

“My…my head feels fuzzy. I don’t…” She blinked slowly as her sentence trailed off.

I smiled. “Don’t you trust me?”

She blinked slowly again. “I…I don’t remember you.”

“Why, I am King Sombra. Your wise, powerful leader. And since I just brought you back from death, I must be trustworthy, yes?”

“I-I guess that makes sense…”

“Good. Open your mouth.”

She obeyed, and the moment it was open I slid my dick in to her mouth. She gagged slightly.

“Breath through your nose,” I ordered.

A few muffled words came out of her mouth, and I smiled. “And I can’t understand you if you try to talk. Do something useful and move your tongue around.”

I could see her throat bulging slightly as my dick pushed further into her. She clumsily moved her tongue.

I started thrusting in and out of her mouth, and I could see her body shake with each one. The way her limbs would jiggle then settle back into place meant most of her body was still dead. Her mouth and throat were still cold, but the friction changed that quickly. Her tongue ground against my shaft with each motion, and I could feel her awkwardly trying to obey my orders to move her tongue.

The pressure built faster this time. Perhaps it’s because I always found this part more fun. Fucking corpses is so uneventful. I suppose that is why some ponies enjoy it so much. No, for me the part right after was so much better. Alive but not yet in control of their body, their mind not quite clouded with magic but still not working fully.

I licked my lips. I could see her eyes darting around as she continued her attempts to make sense of the situation and failed.

“Don’t forget to swallow,” I muttered. My breathing was a little heavy, and a few grunts punctuated my sentence, but I knew she had understood me.

I came. It was just as spectacular as the first time. I grunted loudly as I pushed my cock deep into her mouth. Her eyes rolled backward a little as my cum shot into her. Her throat swelled visibly as she struggled to drink everything. The stream of cum went on for minutes. Her belly swelled slightly. She began to cough quietly, her throat struggling to swallow it all. Finally, I pulled out.

I could hear her breathing heavily. I sat down on the bed, waiting for my own breaths to even out.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“Vibrant… Vibrant… Vibrant something. I don’t remember the whole thing.”

“Get up, Vibrant.”

She rolled over, her movements groggy and uncoordinated. Standing up on the plush mattress was a visible effort for her, but she eventually rose to her hooves. She was unsteady, and I could still hear my semen sloshing around in her.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

She blinked slowly. “My…my body feels numb. It’s hard to move, and it’s hard to think.”

“That’s normal,” I replied. “Dying takes a lot out of a pony.”

“Yes…”

“But I’m here for you now. I always take care of my subjects.”

She glanced around the room. Her eyes were dull and unfocused. “Where am I?”

“In the Castle of the Crystal Empire, of course.”

Her legs were shaking slightly. “I…I feel really tired. And cold. And my head…it’s like, I can’t think fast.” She stared at the bed, scrunched her eyes shut.

I walked over to her. “That’s normal. The spell isn’t quite done yet. I still have one more part to do.” I was close enough to her to run my hoof along her body. She didn’t react. “Now turn around.”

“I…I don’t think I should.”

“And why not? Don’t you trust me?”

“I…” She blinked slowly again. “You said you raped me.”

“Well, of course I did. All my subjects allow me to use their bodies.”

She looked up at me. “They do?”

“Of course. They enjoy serving their king.”

“Oh.” She was silent for a moment. She began to turn in a circle, her movements still unsteady. “I-if you’re sure.”

“Of course. I would never lie to my subjects.” I placed a hoof on her left cutie mark. Crossed silver quills. Quaint, I thought to myself.

“Now lower your head, and keep your rump in the air,” I commanded.

It took a visible moment for her to process my commands. Adorable. Finally she bent her hooves down, her rump pointing upwards and her tail instinctively moving to the side. I heard my semen splashing around in her body again. I never tired of that sound.

She coughed quietly, and I saw a small splatter of semen spill out of her mouth.

I was already hard again. The magic and her magically forced naiveté were an incredible aphrodisiac.

I positioned my hoofs above her cutie marks and rubbed my dick along her ass and pussy. Her back was still cold.

I pushed into her without ceremony. She gasped loudly. I began pistoning in and out of her. Her moans echoed across my chamber with each thrust. Each one only made me that much harder.

I pulled in and out of her over and over again. I never liked the ass as much as the others, but had to be thorough.

Her butt was incredibly tight. I could feel her stretching to accommodate me. It felt good. I could feel all her muscles clench as I continued. Subconscious resistance, but it only made it that much better as I continued pumping in and out of her faster and faster.

My cock felt incredibly warm. Perhaps her body had finally started to make its own heat, perhaps there was just so much friction, but it was too much; I came into her, and for the third time I could feel my cum saturate her insides. I pulled out, and I could see a few wisps of purple and black magic leaking out of her asshole.

She promptly collapsed, breathing heavily and coughing periodically.

“You know, it will not do for one of my subjects to only have half a name.” I paused for a moment to pretend to consider. “How about ‘Vibrant Pet?’”

“No…”

I raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”

She was still breathing heavily. “My…my name is Vibrant Writer…”

“Is it now? I am fairly certain it is not.” I leaned down and put a hoof under her chin. “And wouldn’t I know?”

“I…I don’t know.”

I kissed her, forcefully. I tasted some of my own cum on her lips. Her eyes widened, and they flashed green for a moment as my magic started to take proper hold of her body and mind.

I broke the kiss, and a few more wisps of black and purple magic retreated into her mouth as I did. I licked my lips.

“What were you saying, Vibrant Pet?”

“Nothing, my lord.”

I smiled. “Good.” I stood up and beckoned her with a hoof.

I opened the door to my room. Glimmering Rose was waiting dutifully outside. Her eyes were closed and she was whispering something to herself.

“Rose, there you are. I’m ready for the next one. Oh, and meet your new assistant until I figure out what else to do with her. Vibrant Pet, meet Glimmering Rose. Don’t get too attached to each other, I’m sure I’ll think of some way to use Vibrant.”

Vibrant smiled absently. Rose didn’t react. She simply stood up and started walking, beckoning Vibrant with a hoof.

As the two of them trotted off, I turned back to my room.

“Our king is so amazing,” I heard Vibrant say absently. “I’m so glad he is so kind to his subjects.” I could just imagine the dopey smile on her face.

I heard Rose stifle a sob with a sharp intake of breath. I could also imagine Vibrant staring quizzically at her new partner, unable to understand why she was so upset.

I smiled to myself and went into my room to wait for my next subject to arrive.

King Sombra
Dictated but not read.

Author's Note

Trivia; the next body is a stallion. Sombra doesn't care.

I'm not a necrophiliac, so I was mostly extrapolating/guessing for most of the descriptions. If I made any really glaring mistakes let me know.

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