I sat upon my throne overlooking the various guards that stood around the room on watch, making sure no ill-minded fools would be so careless as to waltz into my domain. Life as ruler was just as good as I had imagined it to be, no sister to overshadow me, no disobedient subjects, and an adoring array of fans who give my night the praise it so greatly deserves.
Though, there was some things I wished hadn’t passed with my rule over Equestria. One of those being the thrill of combat against a powerful enemy nation. Now there is only the solace of night to bring me comfort, but, it’s what goes on in that night that brings me great pleasure.
One of my guards came up to me, giving me a salute before saying with a gruff voice from experience as a royal soldier of the new found empire. “Your majesty, the perimeter around the castle is clear, and nothing is out of the ordinary.”
I smirked with all the brilliance of a raging fire, “Good.” I then stood from my throne, descending the stairs that lead up to my seat of office. “Now.” The guard stood firm in preperation for my next order before I continued. “Bring me to my… dungeon.” I licked my lips in anticipation as the guard gave another salute.
As we began to make our way out of the throne room, and into one of the many grand hallways of the castle, I noticed some of my guards started to whisper under their breaths to each other. Probably talking amongst themselves about what I was currently about to do. I can see it on their faces, they disapprove of my actions, at least, the rookies that is. The more experienced guards tend to get used to it, or begin to find pleasure in it just as I.
With each guard we passed came the predictable salute, and “You majesty.” Honestly, it sickened me. I hate the peacefulness of the current kingdom. All its prosperity has only brought predictable drivel that makes everyday seem the same; rinse and repeat. Door after door, hallway after hallway. The way to my promised land seems to grow longer with each passing day, my impatience making the trip seem like eternity. I cocked a smile as a thought came to me, “much like my sister’s eternal banishment…” I said under my breath, the memory of her miserable face giving my body a quick jolt of enjoyment.
It was when I finished that thought, that I arrived at the doors that held my dungeon. The guard stepping to the side, giving me one last salute before leaving as I dismissed him of his duty for the night. Beyond this door was a plain only I and a select few participants could enter. The latter never again seeing the precious outside world ever again, even if anyone really did what to hear from them again, anyway. They were convicted criminals, in other words, completely worthless to society.
As I pushed open the large dusted door with my unrivaled magical power, I took my first step in, the familiar smell rushing through my nostrils like a repressed memory that makes itself known again. So potent it was, that I could even taste it; of course the smell I’m referring to is the smell of blood, sweat, tears, and a whole lot of sex. Glorious, and delicious sex.
I lit my horn with my midnight colored magical aura, casting light onto the otherwise pitch black room. I could see their pitiful faces, the rugged and bruised features they displayed gave me yet another jolt of enjoyment. This time, however, I found it also reaching my delicate nether region. Even with their gagged mouths, I could still hear their moans - moans that shook me to the core.
Using my magic to cast a spell that lit up the lanterns on the wall with the same color of my magical aura, I went over to one of the chained up ponies, brushing my hoof delicately across their face. “Did you miss me, my poor miserable slave?” The pony only gave a yelp, and a groan in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I looked over at the other pony in the room, the small, and frail mare with coat as white as snow. “And how about you, still as weak as ever? Such a shame, and here I thought you would have grown a spine since we last met.” I could hear her cries behind her full mouth, the blindfold doing little to hide the tears that now run down her face. “Oh, don’t cry, little one…” I patted her head. “The time for crying comes later.”
I went over to the only furnishing in the room, a table that held many objects that I used to bring pleasure forcibly from, my little ponies. From the assortment of goodies, I grabbed a leather choker collar, and a leather leash to match. Carrying the sex tools over to the male pony, his little member still sore from the last time I did this. I put the collar around his neck, attaching the leash, and wrapping it around my hoof. “Now then.” I said giving the leash a forcible tug, “Let's get started,..”
Pushing the stallion onto the ground with a powerful shove, I took his cock into my magical grip, and began to give it a message. A firm, and slightly painful message. He tossed and turned, groaning with each pulsation, and with each toss I pulled harder and harder on the leash. Letting him know to obey my commands, and needs like a good little pony.
His cries gave my eager marehood a lovely, sizzling wave of pleasure. I haven’t even forced him inside me yet, and I’m already turned on like a school filly during estrus. After a few more tugs on his stallionhood, I let go of it, as it was now sharp and ready for use. I climbed up upon him, holding him close to my dark coat. “Here’s a little present for being such a good little, slave.” I used my magic to remove his gag, but before he could utter a single word, I forced my mouth against his. Pushing my tongue so deep inside him, it began to choke him like a poorly chewed piece of food. After I explored his mouth and throat, I retreated my assault against him, and removed my lips from his. Gagging him with the cloth that coverd his mouth before.
His breaths were ragged; he struggled to regain his oxygen supply with only the air intake from his nose alone. “Good… your struggles please your mistress.” I then used my magic to guide his member to my awaiting nethers, pushing him inside with all the force of a typhoon. “Ahh, yes. That feels delectable.” As I began to hump him, pushing him in and out, he began to groan with what I could only assume was pleasure. I then tugged on the leash, choking him for a solid moment. “Tiss, tiss. Did I say you could speak, let alone utter a single syllable?” I used my magic to take another tool from the table behind me, this time it was a seven-tailed whip.
Like he cast a spell of clairvoyance, he seemed to know what was to become of him, because he began to thrash around like a madpony. I tugged the hardest I had yet to get him to stop his struggles, but that had little effect on him, so I resorted to using my magic to paralyze him. “Bad little pony, because of your revolting actions, I now have to make your punishment harsher. Instead of five lashes, it’s now ten. I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
I could hear his cries, but alongside it, I heard the cries of the other occupant of the room. Before bringing the whip upon the backside of my current pet, I turned to look at the alabaster mare across the room. “So, you feel sympathy for your friend here, huh. Well, maybe it would help you to learn your place if you were to see what I’m about to do to him.?” It was with that statement that I used my magic to undo the blindfold on the mare, forcing her head to look directly at us. “Now then.” I licked my lips with anticipation, “Let's get this over with.”
I slammed the whip onto the backside of the stallion, leaving another mark on his already battered back. His shrill cries of pain sending me into a euphoric ecstasy of gratification. “One.” I said with the most seductive voice I could put on. Slamming the whip upon him a second time. “Two.” I did this over and over again, harder and harder with each successive crack of the whip. When I got to the last lash, I turned to the mare. Looking deep into her moist- red-eyes. I then gave her a wink, and turned back to the stallion, whipping him with all the force I could muster. His screams the chilling song of my night time bliss. "And ten. It seems you’re a stronger pony than you let on… but you’re still a disgrace.” I slapped him with the whip across the face, before setting it down again.
After I set it down, I began to hump him profusely, letting his stallionhood penetrate me so hard, it found it’s way passed my cervix. “Ohhhh, yes, that’s how your mistress likes it.” I didn’t let up there, I kept pulling him in, harder and harder. It must have felt like eternity to him, but that wasn’t of my concern, because it only seemed like a second to me. His dick began to swell inside me, indicating he was about to blow his load. “And you were doing so well… no matter.” I removed his throbbing stallion meat from my drenched pussy, before using my magic to carry him over to the mare across from us. From there, I began to use my magic to massage his cock again, this time harder and faster. It wasn’t a moment longer before he blew his seed all over the poor mares face, lathering her up with his semen like butter on toast. “Doesn’t that make you feel much better, little pony? Having the pleasure of making me feel like the greatest mare in the world, far better than that cock-whore you just shot your love batter all over.”
Calling that mare "a cock-whore" gave me brilliant idea, a wondrous and brilliant idea. “Say, we’ve been at this for a while, in fact, I think we’ve done just about everything imaginable. Not a single fetish left unchecked in the book of kinks, so what do you say we try something new?” A single tear fell down the mare's face. “Splendid.” I shrouded the ponies with my magic, using it to transmogrify their appearance. They cried, oh did they cry - they cried like the entire world was collapsing upon them. After a flash a bright light, my little spell was complete. Before me was now a black coated stallion with a blue mane, and the same white coated mare, this time with a spectral mane.
As I let them go of my magic, I undid the stallion’s blindfold so he could see the world around him. “Like what you see?” He turned to me, my glare signifying him to nod his head with agreement, which he did like a good little pony. “Good.” I went over to the table one last time, this time picking up a music box, one that was emblazoned with my cutie mark upon it like a insignia. “How about a little lullaby for a princess?” I winded up the music box, turning it around so that it could play it’s delectable music.
As I set the music box down, it set out a wave of musical bliss, one that reminded the rooms occupants of their current situation. “Now, my slaves. You’re going to rut each other, and you’re going to rut each other hard. If you fail to do so. “I smirked at them with the biggest smirk they’ve ever seen. “I’ll just have to get new pets to play with.”
They looked at each other, sorrow in their eyes, but they knew what must be done if they wished to keep their little heads on their shoulders. The stallion went behind the mare, climbing atop of her, and pushing his stallionhood deep within her nethers. A gasp somehow escaping the mares gags. “That’s right, Nightmare Moon. Rut your sister, and make her pay for what she’s done to you.” The stallion pushed in harder, blood dripping from the mares vagina. Seeing that turned me on even more, without even noticing, I put one of my forehooves to my nethers and began to rub it. Fucking myself with my hoof while watching my doppelganger rut my sisters impersonator.
Oh, I enjoyed this - I enjoyed this immensely. The sloppy sound of the stallions round orbs slapping against the mares winking clit, made me feel so good on the inside. My hoof trying it’s best to sate the unquenchable lust I now felt. It was almost rhythmic, the lullaby box playing a soothing tune, while my rubbing synchronized with the two sex slaves rutting. It was probably one of the greatest moments of my life, and I wanted it to last forever, but however, like all good things, it had to come to an end.
A heard the mare scream in ecstasy as the stallion blew his top off inside her eager meat socket. Milking him dry of any of his remaining seed. It was also then, that I reached my climax, screaming to the high heavens in absolute bliss. After a came down from my sexual epiphany of perfection, I went over to the two little ponies, looking at them like a mother does to a bad little foal. “It seems that you have just gotten my sister pregnant, you insolent little, fool.”
I covered his eyes with the blindfold again, and yanked him out of the mare he had his dick in so firmly. I then used my magic to carry him back over to the cuffs on the wall, chaining him back up as he was before. “Because of that, you don’t get any food tonight, I hope you’re proud for yourself.” I then turned back to look at the mare. “As for you, well, with that new bun in your oven, it seems that you're gonna need extra care.” I undid her gag, and told her firmly. “You’re free to go, tell the guards on the way out that you need to be put into the care of the chief doctor on staff, they’ll understand.”
Uttering a sniveling, “Thanks.” She ran to the door, as I used my magic to open it. Running out of the room, with her new found freedom.
As I looked down to the ground, I saw the music box that I had set there before, it’s music now stopped. “Well, no use for this now.” I picked up the device with my magic, and then set it back on the table. Heading to the door, and exiting like the mare did before me. Outside, I saw a couple of my guards, disgruntled looks on their faces. It made me smile with euphoria, licking my lips with satisfaction. I knew it had a chilling effect on them, because they all seemed to turn as white as ghosts. “Well, tonight has been a good night.” I said to myself in what was probably the most chipper voice I had ever put on. Making my way to my chambers for some well deserved rest; thinking to myself what I should do to the stallion tomorrow night.
