The hallway was quiet as the two mares lurched towards the amphitheater. The shackles around their legs clanked as they walked, but it was oddly quiet regardless. Four guards kept pace with them. The hallway was large enough to accommodate them all, though it was narrow enough that they had to walk in two lines.

“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” the purple one whispered.

“It’s this or the dungeons. At least if one of us escapes we can form a resistance,” the white one replied.

“I know, but…”

“Don’t hold back. The better fighter needs to win and leave.”

“But, Rae…”

“Bright…do you remember the motto of the Crystal Guard?”

“All ponies die,” Bright recited immediately.

“Peace takes sacrifice,” Rae finished. “I’m happy to spend my life stopping a tyrant, if that’s what it takes. I know you are too.” She glanced down at her coat, the white fur coated in countless layers of brown dust and dirt. Her mane no doubt looked worse. “Anything has to be better than sitting in a cell, doing nothing day after day while that bastard collects more power.”

Bright took a deep breath. “Spending your own life is one thing. Spending a friend’s is another.”

“Bright…”

The ponies emerged from the tunnel. The light was blinding. Rae and Bright instinctively tried to shield their eyes, but both were stopped by their manacles.

A guard pushed Rae forward. “Introducing Dame Radiant Shield,” he said dryly.

Another guard shoved Bright forward. “And Dame Bright Blade,” she added in the same bored tone.

Radiant forced her eyes open. The sky above the amphitheater was overcast, and the resulting glare was not helping her eyes adjust.

She glanced around. She remembered watching plays here on her days off. The stage had been removed and the lower area was just a dusty pit. There were thousands of seats above her. All of them were empty, save one.

Sombra slouched on the stone throne, two mares standing on either side of him. One was fidgeting nervously, the other was writing something.

He smiled. “Ladies, how nice of you to come,” he called down to them. “Not many of the crystal guard were keen on my generous offer!”

“I can’t imagine why,” Bright muttered under her breath.

“I trust the guards explained everything to you?” Sombra shouted.

“I was expecting a bigger audience,” Bright said sarcastically.

Sombra chuckled. “Oh come now, I afford my prisoners some dignity.”

Bright opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by a look from Shield.

Radiant turned back to Sombra. “And we have your word that the winner will be set free?”

Sombra stood up. “On my honor as a King, the winner of the physical challenge I have set forth will be given their freedom.”

The guards bent down and undid the shackles. One took them away, and another threw a sword and spear in front of the two ponies.

Blade frowned. “No armor?”

The guards snickered.

“That would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?” One of them said.

His companion laughed. “Oh, you know these crystal guards. Painfully optimistic,” she said.

“You were Crystal Guards once, from the looks of it,” Radiant said quietly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She poked a hoof at the weapons. “Don’t try anything heroic with those. They’re made of much cheaper materials than our equipment.” She beckoned the other guards with a hoof, and all of them retreated into the hallway. A thick metal gate fell heavily across the entrance once they had left.

“Of course,” Bright muttered.

Radiant grabbed the spear with her mouth. Bright grabbed the sword and clamped it onto her foreleg.

Shield brought the spear up. “All ponies die,” she recited.

Bright readied her sword. “Peace takes sacrifice,” she replied.

Sombra pretended to yawn. “Yes, yes. Very cute, ladies,” he called down. “Now stop stalling.”

They both nodded.

Sombra stomped his hoof, and the sound echoed throughout the empty arena.

Both mares rushed forward at the same time, loud clangs rippling through the air as their weapons met over and over.

Sombra smiled. “A beautiful display indeed.” He turned his head slightly. “Tell me, Rose, how many of the guard will this be?”

“A-assuming they don’t tie, they are the last two Crystal Guards to accept your…offer. The Crystal Guard had two-thousand-eight-hundred-and-forty-four members before…before you took control of the capital.”

Sombra smiled. “I love mathematics.” His eyes never left the arena. “Oh my, they’re slowing down already. I suppose all that time in the dungeons really damaged their stamina!”

Bright Blade was breathing heavily. The two mares circled each other for a moment, both clearly attempting to catch their breath.

Bright leapt forward. Radiant hopped to the side and swung wide. The spear glanced off Bright’s sword. Shield shifted her balance and stabbed again.

Blade’s parry fell short. The spear sunk into her heart. Radiant Shield pulled it free, and there was a distinct glint of red on her weapon.

Bright Blade stared down at the wound. Her crystal coat had sealed it, but there was a still an obvious red line across her chest. No blood leaked out, but the damage had been done. Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open. She lifted a hoof to take a step and promptly fell over. Her breathing was labored, and after a few heavy breaths she coughed up some blood, leaving a large red stain on the dirt floor.

Sombra smiled. He leapt into the arena, his cape fluttering as he slowed his descent with magic. A trail of black, translucent cubes formed in his wake, and Vibrant scurried along them after him. Rose stood by the throne, her eyes scrunched shut.

He slowly advanced on the two mares, chuckling softly to himself.

“A wonderful show, ladies.”

Radiant was still staring at her friend. Her mouth trembled and she dropped her spear. She brought a hoof up to her mouth. Bright Blade’s breathing had stopped.

“Shocked?” Sombra asked mockingly. “Didn’t think you were capable of killing your friend?”

He leaned down and nuzzled the dead mare’s neck. “Mmm, still warm,” he muttered to himself.

“Leave her alone!” Radiant moved forward, but in moments there were guards on either side of her.

“Tell me, Dame Radiant, have you ever heard of necromancy? It’s a very unique type of magic, exclusively for dead bodies.”

“I said leave her alone!” The guards held her in place.

“It was a natural thing for me to study. There is just so much beauty in the equine form. And all those little details are so much more stark and noticeable on a dead pony.”

His cock had started to poke out of its sheath.

Radiant recoiled in horror. “Y-you wouldn’t…”

“You have to be very familiar with the body to use necromancy. It’s all about using the right amount of magic, and placing it into the body in just the right way.” Sombra rolled Bright’s corpse over and unclipped the weapon from her foreleg.

“Now, some magicians simply shoot the magic at their target. It’s so brutish, really. It’s like watering a lawn with a thunderstorm. Inaccurate and wasteful.” He dragged his eyes along Bright’s body. He licked his lips a little. “You need to use finesse with something as divine as a pony, dead or not.”

His cock was almost fully erect now. He leaned down and took a long, slow breath along Bright’s neck. Her head jostled slightly, but otherwise her body remained perfectly still.

“They really do deserve better.” He smiled. “So, I had an idea. Why not inject the magic into them a different way? It’s really quite trivial to lace fluids with magic, and certain fluids come quickly to mind.” He leaned down and pressed his cock against the dead mare’s pussy. He grunted slightly, her pussy clamping onto his cock, squeezing it as he pushed it open to make room for more and more of his flesh.

Radiant looked away. She turned her head as far as it would possibly go. The sound didn’t stop. She searched for anything else to look at, any other sound to focus on. All she found were the guards holding her in place. Both of them were breathing heavily. One kept rubbing her back legs together.

Shield closed her eyes. She was suddenly thankful their armor blocked most of their bodies from view. “Alright, you had your sick joke, now let me go,” she whispered.

“I said there would be a physical contest. The winner is the one who can make cum.” Sombra smiled as he pushed further into Bright. “I assumed that it would be easier if one of you was dead first.”

Shield snorted. “You sadistic—” She turned just as Sombra began to thrust. Pistoning in and out of Bright’s body.

Radiant tried to vomit, but she hadn’t eaten in days. She tried to back away, but the guards held her in place. She tried to look away, but she couldn’t.

Blade was completely still and silent as Sombra pushed in and out of her. Sombra was breathing a little heavier.

“Mmm, not only is she still warm, she’s nice and wet. Maybe it was all that exercise?”

Radiant couldn’t look away. It was too horrible to ignore. She couldn’t even muster an insult. The wet noises echoed through the entire amphitheater, and she could see Bright’s pussy being forced open by Sombra’s dick, could see his balls slapping against Bright's body with each thrust.

Sombra’s breaths seemed to coat the entire arena. A few wisps of black smoke leaked out of his mouth as he continued thrusting.

He leaned down and kissed Bright Blade. Her body didn’t react. Her lips didn’t move. Her mouth slowly opened as Sombra pushed it open himself. He was still pumping in and out of her, his pace frantic.

He pushed forward and grunted again. Radiant could almost hear his seed settling into her friend’s stomach. She tried to vomit again, but was still lamentably empty.

Sombra broke the kiss. Bright Blade’s eyes snapped open, her mouth opened wide as she took a loud, deep breath.

Sombra smiled. “Welcome back, Dame Bright Blade.”

He slid out of her, and she moaned as his dick popped out of her body.

Radiant’s eye’s widened. “That’s impossible…”

Sombra stood up. He waved a hoof at Bright Blade. “And we have a winner.”

“You’re sick!” Shield spat.

“I am a King of my word of course.” He turned to Bright. “You are free to leave, Bright Blade.”

Blade blinked slowly. “I…”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want to leave…”

He smirked. “Oh really?”

Radiant tried to move forward, but the guards kept their grip on her. “What did you do to her!?” she shouted.

“I…” Bright Blade blinked slowly again. “I want to stay here, and serve you…my lord.”

“Bright! Snap out of it!”

Bright turned to look at Radiant Shield. Her gaze was vacant. “S-snap out of what?”

“He’s controlling you somehow! You have to fight it!”

Bright smiled, though it did not extend to her eyes. “What are you talking about, Rae? King Sombra saved me from death. He is such a…such a kind, g-generous ruler. I must… I must…” Her sentence trailed off. Her mouth opened and closed but no words came out.

King Sombra leaned down and whispered in her ear. “You must give yourself to me.”

“I must give myself to him,” she repeated.

Sombra leaned closer, his breath caused her ear to flick. “Mind, body, and soul.”

“Mind, body, and soul,” Blade said flatly.

Radiant kicked one of her guards in the knee.

The guard collapsed and her companion rushed to her at once.

Shield leapt forward and grabbed the spear. She flung it awkwardly at Sombra with as much force as she could muster.

The spear bounced harmlessly off of the magic barrier. As the wall of magic faded, Radiant saw Bright standing in front of Sombra.

“Bright Blade, what…what are you doing?”

“I would never let you hurt my king.”

Shield felt herself starting to cry. “Bright, please… Listen to me, to yourself…”

Bright smiled that same vacant smile. “Don’t worry, Rae. I forgive you. For killing me, and for attacking my king.”

The guards tackled Radiant Shield. She didn’t resist as they clamped her shackles back on.

“Such a loyal guard,” Sombra said softly. “I think you deserve a reward, Bright Blade.”

“Oh, thank you, my lord!”

King Sombra tapped his hoof on the ground, and Blade obediently sat down. Sombra put a hoof on her head, and slowly guided her face towards his still-erect penis.

He plunged into her mouth, and a loud moan immediately spilled out of her lips. It was muffled by his penis, but it was easy to hear in the quiet arena.

Radiant didn’t resist as they dragged her back to the cell. All she could do was watch Bright sucking Sombra off. The arrow-straight hallway gave her a perfect view until they faded into the distance.

i put my quill down. i gathered up the papers and placed them into a neat pile. i picked them up as delicately as possible and trotted off to His chambers.

It was a short walk. He had graciously given me quarters very close to His own, so i could always be close to Him. He was so thoughtful in so many little ways. i walked into the room and He looked up from His books.

“Ah, Vibrant. I was wondering when you would finish.” He smiled, and my heart fluttered slightly.

i bowed as low as i possibly could. He didn’t deserve anything less than the utmost respect, after all. If i could express even a small amount of it with my greeting, it was worth the momentary discomfort.

He pulled the papers out of my grasp with His magic, and i waited anxiously as He started to read what i had written.

His eyes moved across the page slowly, methodically. Even when reading He was so regal and powerful. He chuckled, and my heart swelled with pride. i had made Him happy, even though it was only because of a poor reflection of His glorious activities.

i saw His penis starting to poke out of His sheath, and the pride returned. My inept writings had brought Him pleasure. i could see Him slowly stroking His body as He continued to read it.

“Does it please you, my lord?” i asked sheepishly.

“Well enough. But I fear writing will never be as satisfying as the real thing.” He put the papers down and walked over to His bed, beckoning me over with a hoof.

i hesitated briefly. i wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was because i was not worthy to be with Him. That was the only possible explanation. Sometimes other questions would flitter about my head, but they simply didn’t make any sense. i felt a tug on the back of my skull. The questions vanished. i may not be worthy, but i would still do my best to serve Him.

i climbed awkwardly onto His bed after Him. It was so big. Only appropriate for a king, i suppose.

He leaned against the headboard.

i approached Him sheepishly. i had never had sex with any pony besides Him. Perhaps i was still nervous that i might disappoint Him. That was the only possible explanation; this was where i belonged, there was no other reason for me to be nervous. None that i could think of.

i bent down, kissing His groin softly. i dragged my tongue along the length of His shaft, slowly working my way up to the tip. It was so big, it took a few minutes. When i finally reached the top, He was fully erect. i could see and smell some of His pre oozing out. i moved my tongue across it. It tasted amazing. i looked up at Him, and i couldn’t tell if He was amused or bored. Perhaps both. i didn’t want to disappoint Him, so i drew myself up and crawled upward. i could feel His cock sliding along my chest. i could feel my body tensing with anticipation. It was so big, getting myself above it was a little awkward. Finally, i felt it brush against my pussy. i glanced down to make sure it was positioned correctly, and then began to lower myself onto it.

It felt incredible as it slid into me. King Sombra just sat there, that same bemused expression on His face. He never commented on all the mistakes I was making, or on all the things I was doing wrong. He was so kind.

His dick kept sliding into me. I could feel every inch as it pushed deeper into my body. It felt amazing. I almost didn’t want it to stop. I took my time, even though my legs were getting a little sore holding up my weight. I could feel my pussy being pushed open with each motion, making room for more and more of His flesh to enter me.

Finally, I felt my crotch hit the end, His balls brushing against my butt.

I felt so full. Every time He or I moved even a little, I could feel His penis rubbing against me. I could imagine His heartbeat pushing on me each time I sat still. I felt complete. Like the organ buried inside me had always been a part of me. Like it belonged there. Like I was nothing without it.

I don’t know how long I sat there, just letting the feeling of being one with my king wash over me. It might have been minutes or hours or days. I can only hope it was the latter.

My eyes snapped open. Something told me He was bored. I could feel it. I started to panic. I couldn’t disappoint Him.

I started moving my hips up and down. The feeling started to fade. Yes. This is what He wanted. I was making Him happy.

It felt incredible. I could feel His dick grinding against my pussy with each motion. It was so big, but it still felt like it fit perfectly inside me. I could feel every inch as I bounced up and down. Rubbing against me, pressing against me. It was so warm.

I started to pant. I could feel the pressure in Him. I don’t know how but I could feel it. It was working, I was doing a good job, I was making Him happy.

I kept moving up and down, over and over, up and down. Each motion sent shivers up my spine. My tongue fell out of my mouth I was breathing so hard. I was breathing so fast, I was shaking my hips and pussy so fast. It was a blur. Each little spark of pleasure fused into one big wave of ecstasy and I just kept going faster and faster, hoping it would get bigger and bigger and not wanting it to end but wanting it to end and hoping I was doing it right so I could make my King happy.

He came. It was so warm. I could feel the warmth spreading across my body. I could feel His semen coat every part of me. Splattering against my insides, sticking to everything. That seemed anatomically impossible, but that’s how it felt. The sensation was too much, and I could feel my own orgasm wrack my body. I might have moaned or screamed or gasped or even shouted his name, but I couldn’t tell through the haze of pleasure.

I collapsed against His chest. My legs were sore, my breathing was heavy. I couldn’t move, I was so exhausted.

I craned my neck so I was looking at Him. He was smiling. I must have done something right.

“Did…did I do a good job, my lord?” My sentence was punctuated with many heavy breaths, but He didn’t seem to mind.

“You did well enough, Pet.”

“Thank you, my lord.” I lowered my head, nuzzling His chest. It took energy I didn’t have, but it was worth it to feel His coat rubbing against my face, to feel His body against mine.

He rolled me over onto my back. I was surprised. Not simply from the physical shift or the sudden sensation of the mattress against my back; why would He be wasting more of His time with a nopony like me?

It dawned on me. Of course. He was so generous. He would never give me only one orgasm. My King always put his subjects before Himself.

He started thrusting in and out of me. Each time I could feel His semen sloshing around inside me. Back and forth. My stomach kept jostling each time He pushed in and pulled out, the weight of all the cum in it pressing against me every time it did.

He came again. It was indescribable. It was like my body had been hollowed out and He was filling every empty space with Himself. I could feel it spreading to the tips of my hooves and in my lungs and throat and head. I know that makes no sense, but King Sombra is so amazing; perhaps He was using magic.

My body tensed and I could feel another orgasm blurring into all my other sensations.

He pulled out of me. i felt empty again. It was like there was no point to living, like a piece of my body and soul had been ripped out.

i looked down. My stomach had a distinct bulge in it. i smiled. All His fluids were still inside me. It was a small consolation. i still felt incomplete, but i didn’t feel as empty and meaningless and worthless knowing that i had served Him.

He got up, His cape swirling about Him as He turned back to His desk. Of course, i was only a minor distraction from His kingly duties. He was right not to dwell on me. i was not, am not as important as Him.

All my muscles ached. My pussy felt like it had been set on fire. i was still breathing heavily. i shakily got to my hooves, my body screaming at me not to move. His smile made it all worth it.

“Thank you, my lord. I hope I was not too severe a disappointment.”

“You were quite adequate, Pet.”

i bowed, and i could feel my muscles strain. i winced, but i had to show Him how grateful i was. “Thank you, my lord. You are far too generous and forgiving.”

He turned to the table. “To thank me for my generosity, you may make a copy of your record, then bring it to Glimmering Rose.” He grinned. “And make sure she proofreads it as thoroughly as possible.”

“Yes, of course, my lord. Anything you wish.” i grabbed the papers and turned to leave. i took a step, and i could feel my legs strain. i limped noticeably as I walked to the door. i reached out to turn the handle and my legs buckled. i turned to King Sombra, and He was smiling at me. Why? i couldn’t even pleasure Him without injuring myself. i was so useless.

i realized he wasn’t smiling at me. i turned to look at the floor, and i saw a trail of semen along it. i looked down, and there was a noticeable amount of it dripping out of me.

i gasped. “I-I’m so sorry, my lord! I didn’t mean to waste your generous gift. Please forgive me. Or punish me, that would be better. It’s all I deserve.”

He walked over to me.

“Turn around and open your mouth,” He ordered.

i was only too happy to obey.

Author's Note

Stupid peer pressure You can ~~thank~~ blame Bronystories for the chapter concept.

I honestly do not remember writing half of this; I kept going back and forth and back again between different sections while writing it. I'm surprised this is coherent at all.

For the record;
Glimmering Rose: same color scheme as Sapphire Shores. Cutie mark is a blue crystal rose.
Vibrant ~~Writer~~ Pet: pink coat, light green mane, cutie mark is crossed silver quills.
Radiant Shield: white coat, saffron/gold mane, cutie mark is a shield with a starburst in it.
Bright Blade: purple coat, white mane. Cloudchaser's hairstyle? Cutie mark is a profile of a sword on top of a four-pointed star.

Or just picture your favorite background pony as a crystal pony; whatever assists fappin' I guess.