Accursed Union

by Lunasservant1985

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Discord, Princess Celestia, Sex, Human, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Tirek, King Sombra, Queen Chrysalis
Length: 7667

Her plan to seize Equestria's throne by marring Armor failed HIS sige to reclaim his crystal empire failed, her children need a home, he needs a new army, she needs love to live he can only be so happy to provide as can she to him.

Sombra was reanimated in the dark unholy halls of midnight castle by an equally weakened but free Tirek, meanwhile Queen Chrysalis and her caravan of displaced changelings have arrived at the castle, she seeks an ally for an attempt to retake the city of Canterlot, as does Sombra an army to retake the crystal empire...hmmm? perhaps it is fate that has drawn these two together but there are no "starcrossed lovers" when you're evil. It's just business the changelings need a home Sombra needs an army...there's nothing between them...right?

Published 2015-08-27 02:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-14 21:21:12 UTC

Welcome back Sire

Punishment

The light! The accursed light of friendship! How can something so...weak and...worthless...A tool of the easily crushed and the soft who believe that unity and togetherness are sources of power, destroy him?! KING SOMBRA! The master; The Lord of Foul Plots, The Deceiver of All Nations, Eater of the weak and the dead. The True High King Of The Crystal Empire, A God of Destruction, He-Who-Destroys and Eradicates!... his lofty names, but they befit only mortal ponies and weaklings. In truth; his might, it is...was all for naught. Names mean nothing to him. He cares for those who care for themselves, whose hearts are full of purpose, whose lives are full of deeds....evil deeds.

Now all that he could see and feel around him was the bright flashes of various sickening bright colors, A sickening Rainbow, wretched and weak butterflies, gems that he could crush in his hoof unworthy of him, the symbols of those...females. The mares who had sent him into a fate worse then death. For he could honor an opponent that would destroy him and send him into a world of darkness, the void. The cold empty of death for the malevolent where he would reawaken the dead to feast on what was left their souls, and reign forever as an unholy lord of darkness, but the mares had only given him the greatest insult they could. He'd been banished to realm of light; where second by second and moment by moment was an insufferable torment.

He came too in a void, but it wasn't a void of blackness and cold. Rather it was a void of light and colors, the swirling and blinding of the sickly sweetness, He had to shut his eyes to try and block out the pain of it all, Those elements of harmony where clearly underestimated. He wrapped himself up in his own hooves and for the first time since he was only a little colt, the weak and pitiful Prince Soft heart. He wished someone was there to make the pain stop. The pain of the burning light piercing his soft hide, no longer strong from the solid crystal that had made him immune to pain, it was all gone. Alas, his ascension to the king of all that he was had taken all that from him, perhaps this was why it pained him so. What sort of king of destruction and change can he be when he cries out for help to make his suffering end...it was a cycle; a paradox, it was a loop he had only himself to blame for being trapped in.

"Woe to thee King Sombra. He said to only himself, "Thy throne is gone, tho kingdom is asunder to the the princess of..love, and now thy flesh consumed." "Consumed in all that sickens you, poor unfortunate soul, poor besmirched King, and thou mourn at the last, when thy flesh and thy body are consumed, with only your own foolishness and weakness to blame." In his new home in a torrent of his own misery...Sombra mourned.

Midnight Castle

The ebony walls; the moldy old carpets, the tapestries with their moth eaten holes and dank smell, He was truly home. A cloaked figure; hidden under the layers of tattered patches and a hood. He made his way across the threshold; His big Minotaur hooves and hulking frame as he looked around at his home. A lifetime ago he had lead a group of ponies here to become what he wanted, his army of dragons to plunge the world in darkness and destroy everything those ponies created. Lord Tirek strode over to the centerpiece of the main hall; a large black cauldron, the very one he had conjured his anti rainbow in, now hopefully it can serve another purpose.

"One cast into the light, always returns to the dark." He said as he reached his clawed hand to a pouch in his side. It was a hide pouch made from the skin of his last minion scorpan. before the magic of those accursed ponies made him shed the "blessing" he had bestowed on him. He took the shed hide where he found it in Dream Valley and tanned it into this pouch, now hopefully it could serve him better than the traitor it belonged to. Opening the flap of his pouch his hand took a lump of the terrible king's ash remains; Tirek placed the ash inside the metal crucible, the carved stone reptilian faces on the sides had their eyes glow softly red.

In his torment; the pain Finally stopped. In surprise King Sombra finally opened his eyes, the sickening color had finally died off, now he could see only darkness and silence around him, now he could rest.

"Ash of the fallen, mercifully salvaged, the one who cannot die." Tirek said to himself as he placed his wrist over the rim of the cauldron. "By the blood of my blood, return to me banished one." He recited in a chant as his free hand drew and silver dagger from his sheath belt. The silver was the only metal capable of leaving him with a wound that wouldn't close as soon as it is cleaved, but for his ritual he would need to bleed. He ran the blood over the wrist opening a vein; crimson droplets hit the ash, making it bubble and smoke softly before erupting into hissing flames. Tirek neither flinched nor winced as his blood covered the ash. Out of the corner of the shadows a green and red snake slithered over the floor to him; he picked the serpent up and squeezed the head making it hiss as it showed him fangs, wickedly sharp in the bright purple maw of the snake. He placed the snake's jaw over the rim of the cauldron and let drop after drop of venom flow into the brew, there was no more incantations, just call him home.

Burning; that's what he felt now. He felt the burning pain from when the light destroyed him yet again. Only now it wasn't hurting him, It was empowering! It was like every nerve in his body was being pleasured in ways that a thousand word couldn't even begin to describe the sensations surging through him. His eyes where wild with the green fire that he had when he last drew breath, He felt his heart, black and icy pump in his chest yet again as the wrought iron of his lungs sucked air again. He lives!

He came too curled up on a metal surface, he looked up to see a stained glass ceiling above him, It took a moment before he realized he had been stuffed inside a cauldron, and his coat was sticky with a thick and gooey purple ooze. Snake venom; pot ash? No...His first body's ash, and blood. The blood of a being as wretched and vile as he. Whoever had revived him was a being that he would thank, not kill for foolishness. He stretched his limbs for the first time what felt like eons, to have them again, to breathe to feel to be...uncomfortably sitting in a cooking pot.

"Sire? are you awake?" He heard a voice call above him. He placed his hooves on the rim and lifted himself up to the edge of it. He looked to see lord Tirek stepping back from the cauldron, he was on his knee and beside him mounted on a wooden horse, was a new set of armor and a flowing red robe with the furs dyed with sacrificial blood and the trim made from the coats of white unicorns.

"You have done well lord Tirek, You please your king with this display of loyalty to me...but why have you resurrected me?"

"Sire...You are the true King not just of the Crystal Empire but of Equestria, you're title is your's to claim, and I've scoured this land looking for a means to do so."

"What do you mean you've searched for means?' The dark king asked his savant, as he raised himself from the cauldron and trotted over the armor, taking it and steeling himself and covering his regalia in his robe, oh if only to have a crown to complete the set and make him king.

"Sire...there is someone on their way here to see you, someone with a proposition to help you claim what is rightfully yours." Tirek said smiling at the return of his king.

The Desert

Their caravans where like dark shapes making their way over the sands of the wastelands; Black with jagged ends and shapes, constructed from the shed shells of giant insects, they did indeed look like giant insects. Scorpions; beetles, spiders and other vile creatures. Only with wheels where they had legs; inside the hollow shells the dark green eyes of many displaced changelings as they sat in close proximity to each other. They stayed close softly tending to the cocoons their "mother" had encased them in for the journey. The nutrients of the silk and webbing that had been sustaining they was almost used up; they where afraid they'd die out here in the wastes.

On a throne made of ebony shells on a wagon carrying only her and her closest children; She tightened the black wrappings around her, the hood of her robes fell away as she looked up at the setting sun. In the distance on the summit of the forbidden mountains was the towers and buttresses of Midnight Castle. She smiled at it. "Soon my children, we shall not be so easily bested." Queen Chrysalis said with a twisted smile as her sea-foam green eyes glowed with a bright, fiery glint.

Old Shame

The royal guard had finally managed to clean up the last of Discord's Smooze from the ballroom, the draconian troublemaker floated on his wings off the floor as Tree Hugger and Fluttershy gave him stink eye looks that screamed, "You are so lucky we're friends mister!" She angrily but only half heartily said, as her wings flapped allowing her to be fly beside him. She knew her stare couldn't affect him but she still kept him under her hoof even now. He gave her an equally innocent look and said.

"Who me? Please Fluttershy, you know me don't you? still prone to being a little on the mischievous side but you know my heart's in the right place...I can prove it too!" He said as he opened his chest like it was a metal flap. The both of them reviled in horror because he had indeed just lifted a bit of his lion like chest and showed them his innards, organs and blood leaking onto the floor, Discord instantly closed the lifted flap and surprisingly gave a look of horror at what just happened himself. Fluttershy could see it in is eyes; the way he instantly felt along his chest where he had "opened himself" to make sure the patch had sealed almost as if he was afraid it would fall open again, it wasn't like the discord she had grown to know. He was for a brief moment genuinely terrified at what he had done to himself.

"OH! I...I swear that wasn't supposed to happen like that!" He yelped frantically as he took a tiny vacuum from seemingly nowhere and cleaned up the blood from the titles. "I swear that was supposed to more...humorous, I..I mean it would have shown my heart like a drawing a little one did and made of metal...I didn't mean to actually maim myself like that...will you excuse me please." He said as he could hear Fluttershy yelling a loud,

"That wasn't funny and low even for you Discord." As he made his way down the dark and lesser used passages of the castle he hoped to his old rival that what he thought was happening, wasn't happening.

Meanwhile

There was a long dead valley Five hundred and two thousand miles from Canterlot; This valley had once been a beautiful and peaceful place, but now it was the last place anypony or any living creature for that matter would want to be let alone live in. The once green and soft rolling meadows of grass had died ages ago, now dry and black from many years of neglect. The Trees fared no better; as they had turned to shriveled and dead husks of the mighty oaks and pines they had once been, lost in the twisted and tangling mass of death was a long rotten and fallen sign, just barley visible after so long was the only clue that life had indeed been here once; weathered away but still just hardly readable was one word, maybe two depending on how you look at it, Dream valley.

`There where three patches of grass in the valley that were ever so slightly different than the rest of dream valley's dead grass; for under these patches where the final infernal resting places of the volcano of gloom witches, Hydia and her daughters Reeka and Draggle, the original brewers of the smooze. The patches of grass that marked where they had been laid to rest where deep purple, the color of their version of the stuff; and under a shallow covering of soil lay the moldy ancient bones of the witches, un-moving clad in the attire they died in, the details of how known only to them and the long dead ponies that once lived here. In the dead Dream Valley the wind stopped blowing sour through the tree husks; the few sounds still heard in it had given away to dead silence, and the patches of soil began to stir.

The old bones below the graves began to at long last stir and move, as if some macabre puppeteer had taken control of the strings and made the bones of the arms flail and struggle at the three feet of loose soil that had been thrown in the holes, there where no coffins to claw out of. Slowly ragged chunks of grey flesh began to form on the bones, the decay process in reverse as lungs then hearts reshaped in the chest as did the other organs. The faces of the three came back but their where still exposed bits of cheek bones and ragged chunks missing in places on the witches faces, as well as exposed bone on their limbs where the flesh didn't yet grow back. The eldest witch Hydia; finally free from her burial plot, stood up and looked around. She adjusted her ragged dress as her daughter the one who usually wore a cook pan on her head reached down to help her sister from the grave.

"Mama!" She cried out as she dug Reeka from the soil, her voice scratchy and gruff as she spat up dirt from her throat but also from having only half her vocal cords back. "What happened? where we just?...dead?" She asked finally getting her sister out the ground. The eldest witch looked at her still fish-belly white and grey rotted skin, yes they had been dead.

"Stupid girl of course we were dead, we just crawled out of the ground didn't we?"

"But mama the last I remember was....the tree coming down toward us then the next thing I know...Draggle is digging me out the ground."

"You mean you don't remember seeing anything...after the tree flattened us?" The eldest said in almost a gasp of horror.

"No mama," Reeka replied. "There was nothing on the other side...for us."

"maybe this is the other side." Figured Draggle looking down at her bony (literally) hands.

Memories

His clawed hand flipped through the pages of the ancient photos; he never had any intentions too show anyone these pictures, they where part of a life he wanted to forget. "Hmmm, It can't be happening, that was...so long ago even old sun-butt wasn't around for this." He said turning the photo album's page to a a portrait of a handsome prince and a blonde twelve year old girl that had been taken when they returned to dream valley after that long night at Midnight Castle. She was on the back of a vaguely familiar orange pony with three apples on her side, she wasn't the same as the one he knew now though, but the relation was very uncanny.

"Still...the idea of those old ghosts still being out there trying to get me back...I better make sure Celestia's got Tirek under lock and key." He snapped the book closed and locked it, before making his way to cells in the dungeons.

Midnight Castle

King Sombra looked at the ebony female that stepped off the carriage, he had heard of her. The self proclaimed Queen of the Changelings Chrysalis. "Your Majesty, It is an honor to meet you at last." He said bowing respectfully to her, she was the only one in all the world worthy of such a display from the great and terrible King Sombra. The ebony queen actually blushed but managed to hide it as she offered the king a hoof to his, He took it and softly kissed it and rose looking Chrysalis in her sea foam green eyes.

"It is I who should be honored to finally me you Sire, For I had though the stories of you where...not true." This slightly angered the king as she said this his eyes burned a bit as his lips pursed into a grimace.

"You doubt the power of the Great King Sombra, Chrysalis?" He asked using his horn to lift the carriage she stepped off a few feet in the air.

"No sire please don't take my words as such, They where merely the lies woven by non believers who refuse the crown of thine own claim to royalty, please belay your anger unto me." She said in an almost...begging tone. It was enough to calm Sombra down; he lowered the carriage to the ground and turned with a flutter of his cape.

"This way my Queen, lord Tirek awaits." and he trotted past the arching gateway into the dark depths of midnight castle, Chrysalis was relived, she adjusted her own regalia and followed suite inside. her changelings right behind her. "These...children of yours...are they...strong fighters?" Sombra asked as he took note of the pony sized creatures darting too and fro in the dark halls.

"Yes my lord, I've raised them well in many arts from deception to disguise but when the need calls for it they are a hive mind that swarms the enemy and fights tooth and pincer until the're is nothing left. for if we can't be feed on love and emotion...we feed on flesh and blood." She sneered as two of them used their acidic venom to melt a rusty suit of centaur armor to liquid metal. "We changelings posses many...flavors of toxic venom, ranging from aphrodisiac if discretion is needed...or acid if force is needed."

"I only ask your..."children" be format-able fighters Chrysalis, I've no need for discretion and sneaks when the time for war draws near." Sombra gruffly said as eyed two more moving to melt a portrait of him hanging on the wall his fiery eyed gaze made them back off from the portrait and they got close to their queen's sides shivering slightly.

"shhh my children, it's okay, your queen is here." she shushed them and covered them with her tattered wings softly.

"Chrysalis, if you want them to be MY army I advise you stop mollycoddling them, I want my soldiers to be strong and merciless when I claim my place as the King of all Equestria."

"And who says I'll let them be your soldiers Sombra? I can just as easily turn around and..."

"And what?" He interrupted shoving his face to her's. "Go back to your little "exodus" in the desert rummaging for scraps and starving? Chrysalis I don't know just what I think of you just yet, but let's face it you need me more than I need you." he snapped at Chrysalis smirking in joy.

"And who'll be your army if I take my children and leave Sombra, we may die but at least we die knowing we had the last laugh on you." She retorted back at him hissing as her wings buzzed. neither royal said anything further nor did they notice the three green creature with ugly faces and bony clawed hands, (goblins) wheeling a flatbed on a rope down the hall beside them; on the flatbed was a wooden box object, it had in its day been highly polished with brass locks and fixtures of gilded bronze and gold. On the lid was a metal brass plate, engraved in the plate in fancy scrawl was a single name, this was a coffin the goblin like little creatures had recently exhumed.

The name plate read as follows:

Catrina Von Drusilda.

Saved from an addiction that consumed her

may she know peace at last.

R.I.P

Arrivals and awkward adjustments.

Arrivals and awkward adjustments.

"Ahhh it seems more guests are arriving." Tirek said with a deep, throaty chuckle as he ran his hand over the lid of Catrina's coffin. He looked over the faded wood; the brass locks, gilded golden decorative pieces that adorned it. beside him stood Sombra and Chrysalis, both unaware of what...or who lay within.

"Tirek? may I ask why you saw fit to go digging around burial chambers." She asked before smirking at him and adding a snide comment of, "I didn't know you where into that sort of thing, I mean I'm into some freaky things but even I never..."

"It's not what your thinking Chrysalis; as you may learn before the night is out, my knack for the darkest of the arcane arts is one that isn't to be doubted...after all, I revived you didn't I...Sombra." He said placing a few fingers under the lid, the ancient wood creaking as his steel grip began pulling the long rusty nails free from the wood.

"I wasn't dead Tirek, but cast away by Celestia's little ragtag band of mares." Saying it didn't make the shame of his downfall any less embarrassing noticed by Chrysalis chuckling at him as he tried his best to make it sound like he'd been destroyed by the princess herself. Under the grip of his hands; Tirek finally made the wooden lid give, he tossed it away as a cloud of ancient dust blasted the three of them with the stench of death.

"She was quite the beauty in life you know." He said smiling as the royals looked into the coffin. There; sleeping in the eternal sleep of the dead, was a feline like skeleton. It was noticeably feline due to the large teeth that had clamped together on the jaw bone, the body wasn't fully skeletal, as bits of maroon and brown fur still hung in loose patches not covered by the royal red and white fur trimmed cuffed robes the feline had been buried in. Try as they might the embalmers couldn't preserve her flesh forever, nor could they halt the furs both of her own and the ones used to make her clothes being eaten by the few creatures that had crawled into the cracks of the wood over the centuries. However; her crop of blonde hair, still sat on the skull coiffed into a bun and tied with an elegant silver headdress.

"Who...pray tell is this?" Sombra asked trying not to choke on the grey dust that wafted about the dank air.

"Once, she was Catrina a rich heiress to untold riches, but she craved power and longevity more than wealth , she spend time in honing the skills and the drive to capture ponies and use them as labor, I admire that in a woman." He said reaching into the hide pouch. "She used the pony slaves to grow a rare grass that when processed into a drink could restore her beauty and provide longevity, but when they convinced her to change her ways and free her slaves...you can see the end result here." He ran his free hand over the cat lady's skull delicately.

"So you think she'll be a worthy addition to our legion?" Sombra asked.

"We're going to need all the help we can get my liege....ALL the help." Tirek replied taking what looked like a metal heart from his bag; the heart was crafted from bronze and embedded in the middle of it was black gem, engraved around the gem was a simple phrase. Call back a soul with the offering of another's. He used his sharp nail to wrench open the feline's chest; the cavity long hollowed and stuffed with bundles of linen and preservative salts and minerals, he took a few of the embalming bundles from Catrina's chest and made a space where her heart may have once been. He placed the mechanical heart in the space then closed the chest cavity back up. "Now watch closely."

Canterlot Castle

The both of them made their way down the passageway containing the holding cells, once the cells held the most dangerous monsters and nefarious villains Equestria had ever known, but they had defiantly seen more active days. Her golden clad shoes clanging on the stone floor, Princess Celestia made her way down the corridor with Discord in tow, a torch in his talon. "I'm telling you, I think he's escaped." Discord said with a slight tinge of worry as the shadows danced and flickered off the walls.

"Discord, I had Tirek chained up; had his cell surrounded by three types of rune traps, and put A Cerberus on guard duty every 12 hours, how in the name of all bucks I'd give could he have escaped!?" Celestia retorted at him still wondering why she bothered believing him. The two of them finally reached Tirek's cell the sight they saw was enough to make Celestia eat her words. The cell door had been blasted clean of it's tracks; the runes had gone off only to do more damage to the cell itself, and most grim of all, the guard Cerberus had all three of its head's torn violently off! their six eyes gazed in cloudy emptiness as the heads had been placed next to each other on the cell's bed, a message clear to Celestia, clear as her daylight. 'The gloves are off princess, Tirek.' He wrote it in the Cerberus's blood on the walls of his cell.

"Now do you believe me?" Discord asked before placing a lion paw over his mouth to hold back his urge to be violently sick. Never in his long life could he Discord have ever imagined his former master could be so...forward with his dark tendencies.

"Even you would never do something like this of your own volition Discord...and He's long gone, but I want not a word of this breathed to a single soul, you understand?" She asked bringing her muzzle to his face

"I understand Princess, I only hope you know what you're doing." He said blowing the torch out softly.

Midnight Castle.

Tirek stood over the coffin holding the body of Catrina; Inside another miracle of his skill in necromancy took place. The mechanical heart he had given her latched onto what was left of her body; it shaped the bundles of cloth, salts and minerals into new organs, and the black gem in the center called her soul back from the dead, back to the vessel that had carried it in its mortal run. Fur grew back and the patches of it where fixed up until the body had a luscious and soft (if morbidly so) coat of cat fur. The empty sockets that had once held her eyes; had the slit green cat eyes reemerge from the bones, as the nose and lips reshaped over the skull, finally her ears, having rotted from being soft tissue, grew back on the top of her skull, She looked to be merely sleeping now.

Unmoved; being all to familiar with the workings of necromancy rituals, the changeling queen adjusted her black robes and trotted of almost..nonchalantly so looking back at The other two with a smug grin. "You two can enjoy playing with dead cats, but if it's all the same to you, I am tired and in need of some freshening up. If you ever intend on having your little servants feed us Tirek, then send for me. Don't send for me for any other reason." She gave her cape a flip and left, he didn't quite understand why but Sombra suddenly found himself wanting to follow her.

"I'm going to settle in two, Best of luck with your new friend Tirek, hope she doesn't crumble to ash before you can say hello." He said with his own brand of smugness as the Minotaur ignored him, focusing all his attention on keeping Catrinia's body stable as she awakened.

The door closed behind her as her regalia hit the tiled floor of her bathroom, Chrysalis let out a relived sigh as it did as her thin screen like wings stretched and buzzed loudly. "Finally! thank Taurus I can finally relax again." She said trotting over to the tiled stall of a shower that Tirek had provided her; hardly befitting her royal stature, but it would have to do. At least the pipes and taps where silver with rubies and sapphires in the knobs and around the stalls edges. She turned the knobs to her preferred temperature hot and steaming so as to ease the soreness in her muscles that had formed from the solid shells she had been sitting on as her legion caravan-ed over the desert.

The queen sighed in contentment stepped into the streams of water; she didn't care much for getting clean, she was more focused on the attention the streams of water where giving a certain "region" that sh had neglected for some time. She reached up and aimed the shower head to where it would run along her lower haunches and her flanks. The changeling queen gasped softly as the powerful jets hit the base of her wispy and unkempt black tail. She brushed it aside shamelessly and closed her eyes. The jets began working on the lips of her aroused flower.

"Oh yes, that's just what I needed." She hissed letting her long; nectar sucking, tongue out in joy as her swollen black folds opened up exposing the pearl of her clitoris under it. She gasped and panted hard as the water pelted the helpless orb of her clit, her wings shuddered and buzzed wildly spraying water all over the room. She didn't notice the face slowly opening the bathroom door and watching her.

"Oh yes, just like that you naughty queen." Sombra said softly feeling a tingling in his armor; the feeling slightly uncomfortable in the confines of the steel armor, he didn't care. He opened the door only a little at first his arousal not unwarranted, he hadn't slept with so much as a concubine in ages, not even his hoof proving relief, as their simply hadn't been time before. "Now lay on your back you slutty queen." AS if she heard him; Chrysalis did just that, lying on her back on the tiles, eyes shut tight and legs in the air as the water now aided by her hoof as she rubbed the pink pearl of her clit, never penetrating but relentlessly rubbing the little nub with reckless gusto.

"MHHHmmm! MORE!" She cried out just as she got close to the point of no return; it was then Sombra made a fatal mistake. He unbuckled his greaves allowing them to fall and exposes his "Royal lance." However he had in his voyeuristic joy forgotten his armor was metal! Metal that hit the stone tiles with a clang loud enough to snap Chrysalis out of her bliss in shock. Her eyes snapped open with a gasp and they grew fiery red as she turned to see who dared intrude on her privacy. The fact that it was the king made no difference for they where on;y king and queen by title not marriage. Sombra had no right to gaze at her like this, he was so bucking dead!

She reared onto her hooves and charged at him pining him to the bathroom door her coat dripping wet as her fore-hoof wrapped around his neck hard, Sombra choked and sputtered for air under the queen's unusually strong hold.

"Killing me over a little free show Chrysalis? You're a mare after my own heart." He said with a chuckle as he struggled to breathe.

"I'm not going to kill you just yet Sombra." She said loosening her hold on him making him collapse in a heap on the floor, he looked up at the soaking wet changeling queen, water still dripping off her mangy black coat and sea foam green mane.

"So you're not mad? Maybe impressed by my actions." He said trying to spin the situation and avoid being on her bad side. He stood up his..."Lance" still noticeable to them both, he shamelessly stood there, pressing his luck and smiling at the idea of the queen wanting to turn a situation of busting him being naughty, into a little session in "royal negations." Chrysalis only laughed and then threw a towel at him which he proceeded to cover his stallion-hood up with getting the hint.

"Let me tell you this one time sire, if I EVER catch you gazing at my beauty while I'm bathing or exposed the way you got a view, I'll rip your bucking liver out and make you eat it raw." She said chuckling evilly and wrapping herself up in her own towel.

Neither said anything to one another as Chrysalis trotted over to her bed and lay down keeping herself well covered to avoid giving Sombra anything further to see. "Now shoo...I want to be alone." She nonchalantly as if she was merely dismissing a servant. He obliged but he concealed his deep resentment as he did so just before he closed the bedroom door he looked over at the queen and smirked smugly as he gave a parting word of "You know you loved it." Prompting Chrysalis to use her gnarled horn to send a table lamp flying at him as he closed the door to avoid the flying blow.

Strange desires

Chrysalis Desire
Chrysalis tossed and turned on the bed just as Sombra had left the room. She didn't want to admit it but in a way she DID enjoy the idea of Sombra watching her getting off. Like him ever since the Mane Six had thwarted her attempt to seize power, she hadn't had a decent feeding of a male's "love." Her mind wandered back to those nights milking Shinning Armor's swollen pendulous testicles for every sweet and salty drop. Chysallis wondered if he ever asked Cadence to do the things with him she had. It was amusing given how reserved and prudent the real Cadence is. Of course in public Chrysalis had simply siphoned some of his love from him by magic, but privately in the royal bedchambers? Oh she made him shriek like a mare, and often treated him like one.

In the guise of his beloved she glared at him devilishly with a lusty gleam in her eye, he looked at what "Cadence" had asked of him for this session.

"Uhh I don't know about this Cadence" He said rubbing behind his head with a hoof, I mean I know I said Flash Century and I experimented with some Stallion on Stallion play back in your Academy days but we never went this far. He said this because the pink Allicorn stood over him with a big black strap-on around her waist. The toy was dripping wet with lube to ease its way into Shinning Armor's tight virgin hole.

"Oh come now you big foal, how do you know you won't enjoy it until you try it?...what's the matter? Not stallion enough?" She said as she pressed the rubber toy to his own stallion-hood and running it over his balls to press the head against the tight star of his asshole, prompting the stallion to moan softly feeling the tip just spreading him open for the first time. "Does my big strong guard captain feel like being the mare tonight?" she asked using her magic to give his balls a painful squeeze before using it on his shaft.

"Yes cadence I'm the mare! I'm the mare!" he said and bent over with his tail raised, Chrysalis/cadence rode him good that night and drained the now either very confused or possibly very bisexual stallion for everything he was worth.

Now after being underfed for so long, the Changeling queen had a different idea on harnessing love from the big bad stallion that had a naughty mind to watch her while she got herself off. With shinning; she had a feeling he was more the submissive one, she even wondered if he was really hiding something in marrying a mare, but Sombra? She could already imagine his strong and powerful stature holding her down and forcing himself on her again and again. She tossed and turned in her sheets as images of that stallion doing all sorts of rough and wild rutting to her. That was a sort of love she craved but had never been around a stallion, stallion enough to give it to her like that.

"Damn you Sombra!" She hissed as her hoof was shoved hard into the folds of her aroused flower, with her pores filling the room with a powerful pheromone scent that would drive any male (or female) wild with a desire to mate with her if they smelled it. "Why can't I get you out of my head if i can't stand the thought of you ogling me without my permission?" The confused queen withdrew her hoof and did her best to get the thought of him from her mind, but it all came back to her desire to be satisfied.

He was bound like a fly in a web of her green gooey silk; he struggled at his bonds and looked around in a mix of anger and fear."Who dares kidnap the great and terrible King Sombra!" he demands at the surrounding darkness. out from the shadows she trots; a tiny blue micro thong around her flanks and a blue bra with tear drop cups (though there's nothing to cover) around her chest, she rears up on her back hooves and smirks at him, a black royal robe with green fur trim around her shamelessly open as she licks her lips hungrily.

"Oh come now Sombra, is that anyway to show my Changelings gratitude for my hospitality?" She says running her tongue over his muzzle, feeling around for some ''love.'' he accepts her tongue feeling a throbbing in his bound loins, she gives his neck a soft suckle as she spins the web around making him upside down. She brings his mouth to her own loins as her's meets his sheath. "Now service your queen Sombra, and I may return the favor." She said giving the shaft a soft kiss as he did the same to her clit.

She woke from her daze, hoof dripping from her actions. She got out of her bed and paced the room, wondering why she felt this way after nearly killing him for looking and threatening him if he ever did it again.

At Dinner
The three half rotted witches took their seats at the table across from the Cat woman at the long table set with food, the table had a spread fitting the unique tastes of all that been invited to the castle that evening, so it made for an...interesting arrangement. "So I see That Mr. Tirek had an eye to give you, all your parts back," the portly Reeka said to Catrina, taking a bite of her roasted rat and frog legs on moldy rye bread."

"Well I do have a necromancer's mechanical heart ticking in my chest, those have been know to restore better than standard resurrection spells." The cat lady said preferring to help herself to a filet of seared swordfish, with a pâté de foie gras and white dry wine. Very contradictory to the Garbage Pail Kids style assortment of stomach churning eats the witches wanted. Tirek himself sat at one end, and smiled as he passed her a flagon filled with a green sludge like brew, unappealing to look at but its effects where to die for.

"My lady, I have an ample supply of the Youth-Grass juice you so desired once, why are you not partaking in drinking some?" He asked inching the flagon to her.

"No!" She shrieked before trying to gain her composure , "I mean, I appreciate the offer Lord Tirek, really I do, but that....that's not me anymore. I got off this stuff a long time ago and died all the more happy for it." She said nervously spearing one of the witches own plates of steamed rhino beetle and crunching it her teeth, by the time she realized what it was she was eating, she coughed and hacked violently, and took a wine bottle in her lips and chugged it like a young one at some party going wild on the drinks, just to get the rancid bug taste out her lips.

"That's just it Catrinia, You DIED from being rid of your taste for something as wondrous as the juice of Youth-Grass, all because of the ponies making you think increasing you beauty and longevity by such means was...unnatural." He said holding the green brew under nose, the smell enticing the feline to take a sip.

'No...I don't want this,' her mind screamed only for her lips to say, "Well...maybe a little wouldn't hurt." and the feline took a drink, the grean ooze making the lines in her face and grey in her blonde hair return to vibrant blonde.

"Hey! We're the one falling apart over here!" Hydia Said as her eyeball fell into her bowl of warts and toadstool soup. "We're the ones in need of something to keep us together!" She snapped fishing the eye from the bowl and popping it back into her head.

"Patience madame Hydia, all in due time." Tirek said amused at the way the three humans kept going to pieces.

Sombra's Desire.

He looked at the still hard lance that had shot from between his legs, the desire to satisfy even by himself still just as strong as ever, but he would have given anything to have been able to relive his pent up urge on something other than his hoof. "Oh Chrysalis, if you need love so badly, you only need to ask." He said as he ran his hoof to the long stallion hood almost...reluctantly. His mind racked with the idea of her long tongue flailing into his muzzle and locking with his. Their kiss raw a carnal urge to have her all to himself. 'she nearly suffoacted me for watching her, why am I still thinking of her? could It be that I was turned on by her getting rough? Borderline violent with me?' he though to himself as an assortment of fantasies ran through his depraved mind.

He had her on her hooves with a rag gagging her muzzle; her fore hooves and back hooves tied at the joints. she looks back at him with her green eyes burning with a desire to be his queen, in title and "Royal duty." Her eyes seen to say for her gagged mouth ''Take me Sombra, and don't you dare be gentle with me.'' He shut his eyes shutting himself off from his bed room as he pumped himself and began to sweat as he bit his lip from the slight pain at how hard his grip was getting. Now he had Chysallis in a short pleated (and fittingly ragged a bit) Skirt and torn white blouse, the bedraggled state of the outfit fitting her desire to have her things be worn and ugly so her body could stay beautiful. She bent over and lifted the skirt exposing her round firm flanks for him. "Oh my love?" she said giving her flanks a sway for him. "I've been a very naughty girl sombra, I need my king to punish me for being such a naughty queen." He was only to happy to oblige as his horn leviatated a ruller beside her flanks and raised up, only to smack the sides of her flanks with a loud *SMACK!* As the changeling mare gasped and moaned in delight as he spanked her with his ruler.

"Yes...YES! Take it my queen, show me that famous Changeling stamina and endurance he said between gritted teeth his pole of muscle about to burst." Just before he could he heard a knock at his door. prompting his eyes to fly open and his hoof to fly from his shaft, he got from the bed to his hooves at attention. "Ahh! what is IT!? what did I say about interrupting me in my chambers?!" He yelled at the door cursing whoever it was on the other side.

"King Sombra?" A voice possibly one of Tirek's Goblins said behind the door. "Our guests are here and accounted for, you're wanted at dinner." The voice was silent for a few before it added a remark of, "and dreadfully sorry for interrupting your wank sire." The King sighed and lay back on his bed, his shaft still dripping his seed as it deflated with the pent up engorgment of being banished for so long receeding.

"Tell him I"ll be down in a few...and this never happened." He added as the voice faded down the hall with what was clearly laughter.