Author's Note

This is a warning. This is a warning me and my commissioner didn't expect, but it's how this chapter feels the most right. Unfortunately, it very much so feels like it crosses the line of questionable consent, kindness, etc. to far more legit rape. Unfortunately, and a lot of you called this to some degree, I feel like it's the best for the story.

HOWEVER, if you do not want to read this chapter because of that, or you find yourself getting too turned away by it, PLEASE MESSAGE ME. I will give you the story beats so you may follow along with future chapters, and this should be the ONLY time this happens. I promise.

The Frustration of a Kingdom

Rumble rubbed his temples as he looked between his legs. He was annoyed. No, angry. He wasn’t capable of just being annoyed right now. Not after the last three days. Not after something was messing with him.

His eyes glanced at the ring, glowing softly in his open palm. He suspected that the aggravation was coming from it. He would love to know why, or to be able to use its power to stop it, but it did nothing in response to those commands. Just another thing to annoy him. It still didn’t explain where the anger was coming from though.

His eyes swiveled back down, looking at the clouds beneath his feet. Just an hour ago he’d been like this, looking at wood, trying to sooth the pain in his head. Then the doorbell had rung, and Feather had been there, letting him know that he hadn’t been able to give the ring to Button either. He seemed happy, so why stop him?

In all honesty, Rumble should have been happy about this, and only because he rushed Feather away did he not bite his poor friend’s head off. He didn’t deserve the anger he felt, and he didn’t want to lose a close companion like that. Not when he’d had so few in his life. Not as many as those who looked down on him at least.

His eyes darted up at the sound of the front door opening, and he couldn’t help but… He put a hand to his head again. It was in pain again. Something was wrong. He was going against something, but he couldn’t…

Rumble stood up with a deep breath. The air cleared his mind, letting new thoughts forward; debates against those that were there. She had always bullied him. Never minded what his brother did, thinking it was all harmless fun. She didn’t know the full extent of his cruelty, but that didn’t excuse the night after night when she would take his call and make it so his strikeouts didn’t matter.

He would get back at the bitch, and then he would use her to get back at his brother. It was the only thing he could think of to do to get rid of this anger in him. Get rid of that which annoyed him the most.

He made his way down, listening to the sounds below him while he made no noise. The jingle of keys being put on a table, the content sigh of a pony coming home from work, but that wasn’t allowed. He wasn’t happy, and she would share in his pain.

Rumble didn’t even notice as the pain turned to exhilaration. All he could see was the fires of rage and conquest that the ring had once known. The fires that had brought it to such glory. The fires that burned it out of the anals of history.

Rumble blinked, the command going out, and smiled as he heard the mare below him grunt. The next second brought a surprised gasp as the sound of tearing fabric filled the air. He could just see her tight shorts busting at the seams, or whatever stupid t-shirt she’d worn being ruined. Best of all, her ‘perfect’ athletic body would be ruined now. One couldn’t be all that aerodynamic when given real assets.

He hummed to himself, his hands glowing as he squeezed the air, before whispering to it. Below, the mare screamed while her soft, giant chest had ten indents put in it from a rough pair of hands. They were merciless, sinking deep into the flesh, unconsciously using augmented strength in an attempt to hurt her.

The sound of her hands on a wooden table, slamming into a wall pleased him. He could feel his words reach her, and could hear a panicked, “What the fuck?” come from the cunt. It was what he expected, and what he wanted. Of course, it was just the start of his abuse.

Another whisper was sent as he moved his right hand over to the side, raising it and having it glow with enough energy to turn it almost white instead of gold. He then moved it down, smacking the wide, fat, gelatinous ass he’d given her. She’d mocked so many mares that naturally had such a rump, talking about how it would feel to plow their bubble butts, or that they should be humiliated for having them.

And now, as the words asked her how she felt being the slut she always was, his magic forced a scream out of her. It was one mixed with pain and pleasure that sent shivers down Rumble’s spine, his eyes glowing gold for a moment as he smiled. He could just see the liquid dripping down her legs now.

Rumble moved his fingers inward, feeling her warm, tight crotch. It was tight, probably from the hours of exercise she got in most day. It kept her thin, respectable, a thing he hated. That, or he hated the fact that the workouts kept her in a form that was already attractive to him. How could he with such a shameless bimbo? At least she now looked the part, which was better.

Below, he could hear her crawling on the floor, trying to get up. He could just see her clenched teeth and teary eyes in his mind, hissing out the words as her body reacted to the vigorous teasing. “Wh-what do you want, you b-bastard?”

Rumble lifted the thumb on his right hand as he slid three of his fingers all the way in, the spell letting him feel her resistance. He forced her open inch by inch to get past his second knuckle, able to feel his fingers trying to be pushed out, but he didn’t care. So many other ponies had used this pussy, so she should be more okay with this, instead of crying out for him to stop.

And, as he came down the stairs, he slid his thumb into her ass, causing her to howl. Under normal circumstances, the blue, pegasi whore on the ground would hate this. As far as he knew, his brother normally did her in the ass because that was the hole she forbade. When he was done with her, it was going to be the only hole she would take cocks in.

He didn’t see the broken bitch that he wanted though. He saw defiance in her eyes. No tears, no remorse, no recognition of this as judgement by a being superior to her, but defiance to the real king! To the one who would have all of Equestria in the palm of his hand soon!

He ripped his fingers out of her pussy, and he could watch as flecks of arousal splattered onto the carpet behind her. The rainbow haired bitch obviously was hurt by it, but she didn’t say anything. She must have known that was what he wanted.

Well, if she wanted a fight, then he would give her one.

She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a small, tame meow. Her eyes widened as one hand clutched her throat, before a pained moan was forced by her. This was of course by Rumble using his left hand to grab her by the nipple, before yanking on it to twist her over onto her back.

Now Rumble stopped to take a look at his handiwork as he finished marching down the stairs. She tried to hiss at him, but it only brought his right hand up, before clapping down on something she couldn’t see, but she could definitely feel. That being her engorged clit, made much more visible by his magic, and Rumble smiled at the small gush of arousal that came out of her nethers.

He was happy with all of it really. He had given her the ultimate whore’s body. Her tits were the size of watermelons, easily bigger than her head. Their nipples were large, and had small rivulets of milk coming out of one; the one he’d pulled. He knew that if a stallion sucked on them, they’d immobilize her, her chest being so sensitive that it made it impossible for her to stop any pony.

If they didn’t want her tits, there was always her ass. It was wide, fluffy, sagging a bit like a marshmallow. The cheeks were spread apart, forced by his magic to do so. That way it wouldn’t hide her tight, puckered asshole waiting to be fucked. In case that wasn’t enough though, her tail was permanently raised, so she could never hide it herself. Not while clothing might make her cum.

If there was one complaint he had, it was that this all was based on his two, worthless lackey’s inputs. How Button could never get over tits bigger than the mare, or Feather could watch an ass shake back and forth for hours escaped him. That was why he was the king though. That’s why he would rule Equestria.

The glow finally left Rumble’s hands as he walked over his blue whore. She was staring at him, her body spasming at this point from the abuse, and the growing arousal that was within her. All part of his design. He’d be amazed if the toy could even speak at this point. Not that she needed to, now or ever.

He reeled back one of his hooves, a glow coming over it. In a flash, his leg swung forward, and he only grinned as the slut on the ground flinched, trying to avoid the punishment. He didn’t connect though. He had no reason to want any unnecessary contact with the filth. She was just a stepping stone for when he could own what he really wanted.

His mouth worked on auto-pilot as he closed his eyes. Yes, what he really wanted. Not some small town whore who had mistreated him. She was small fry. A show of power. No, he wanted more. He could see the blazing battlefields he would make, the armies he would force to fight for him. His horn and wings shining brighter than the sun or the moon.

And when he had claimed them, stripped their whore bodies bare, he would not care for his ancestry, he would not care about the taboo, he would simply…

For a moment, the golden light in his eyes dimmed, and the thoughts of the battlefield left. He was looking upon R...the slut as she began to suck the tip of his cock. She was shaking. Whether out of arousal or fear, he didn’t know. He could see her eyes, staring at him, defiant, wanting him to make her choke on his cock before she went further.

He would give her what she wanted then. He reached down, placing a hand on the back of her head, watching as her eyes closed, ready to be made to do this by him.

And then he realized the problem. It was him. He would never be able to break her. She didn’t respect him. He was just the dumb little colt who didn’t know anything and got hard at the sight of her short shorts. Why should she care about the little power trip he was going on?

No, this wouldn’t be enough. He could already think of what enough could be though, and the thought brought all of the gold back to his eyes. He only had to take care of one thing first.

Rumble pushed her down, forcing every inch of his giant, thick cock down her throat. He could feel every pulse and spasm as her windpipe got crushed by it. It was tight, wet, warm, and there was constant movement. More than she would have ever put into this, that much he knew.

He did have to be careful, though not gentle, as he didn’t want to risk the life of his example. Still, as he jerked it out, his cock spasmed in enthusiasm from her ragged gasp for air, cut off just before she was done by another faceful of cock. His balls slapped against her chin, and the thought of her bruised lips, nose, and jaw was euphoric. All trophies of how she’d never bowed to her king.

Rumble didn’t want to waste too much time on this. It was a pointless activity with a worthless doll, only done because of a past, idiotic mistake. He hung his head back, breathing evenly as his balls twitched. He could feel her nails against his legs, the desperate attempts to say something.

All she could do though was suck his cock. If she didn’t focus on that, and breathing when he was merciful enough to give her the chance, she would pass out, if not worse. If she passed out, she couldn’t fight back, she couldn’t try to get revenge, she-

He smiled, loving hearing her thoughts cut off as every inch of his expanded dick forced its way down her throat, stiff as a board and able to see bulging underneath her coat. With a sigh, Rumble let it relax feeling the geyser of cum he had ready for her poor straight into her stomach. Even if she’d wanted to throw up, she couldn’t, not like this. Not while he used her purely as a cumdumpster.

Rumble noticed as the last streams poured down into her slightly swollen belly that her eyes were beginning to roll back. That wouldn’t work. Not for a useless slut like her, and a snap filled her lungs and forced her back to full attention. All so she could feel as every inch slid out of her sore throat.

She collapsed onto the ground, coughing and choking as her body violently shook. Not that Rumble cared. He didn’t even bother looking at her abused face, not when he had better things to do with his time. Instead, he made a golden leash and collar for her, and dragged his pet out the door, enjoying hearing her meows of protest as they left the whore’s house to show all of Ponyville what the now ex-Wonderbolt was actually good for.

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Rumble threw open the door to Sugarcube Corner, a golden blast of dust sweeping through the place as he yanked on the leash in his hand. He was in a pretty good mood at this point. The little slut behind him had weakly glided behind him, slowly becoming more stiff as they came closer to the town. That was nothing compared to how she tried to cover her whore parts from all the citizens, but they were too big. Just as they should have always been.

Of course, having ponies talking about her being forced to streak wouldn’t be enough. He needed them to know what a whore she was, and he would need to break her for that. Could he just make her a whore? Sure, but then he’d have another peasant like the pink one on his hands, and that wouldn’t be satisfying. No, he wanted to destroy her and have her accept it without his magic.

He glanced to the counter where his first slave, the pink one, stood. Since her transformation, he had peeked in on the shop from time to time, and enjoyed the change in outerwear that she went with. He’d seen only a sweater that barely went to midway of her thighs, a bikini top with jean shorts, and his favorite before today had to go to white shirt that you could see through most of the time, but she somehow could make solid if you began to question her.

Today though, she had gone full whore, like a good mare, and was wearing pasties and a string bikini thong. It was, admittedly, warm for the season today, but only she would ever get away with that sort of excuse. And even then…

Rumble walked forward, his hand shooting in front of him. The sharp sound of one of the bakery’s newest commodity was ripped off, and he smiled as he looked at her dark pink nipple. “I’ happy you’ve embraced your role, whore.”

Pinkie’s smile grew wider as she straightened her back, but it never reached her eyes. This was not her king. This wasn’t Rumble. If she didn’t have to obey him, she would use the knife she was palming to teach him a lesson. As the case was… “What is it I may do for you, your highness?”

Rumble glanced at the ponies in the room. All peasants from this small horse town. Perfect for what he desired, but utter trash to him. They would have to do though. “What you may do, my pink peripheral, is to take off that ridiculous thong and act as a fluffer for these worthless ponies. As for the rest of you,” he said as he walked behind his new pet, grabbing one of her arms and forcing it out of the way of her bare breasts, “you have have been blessed to have a chance to play with my toy here. She needs to be taught her rightful place, and I thought about twenty ponies all clamoring for her might do the trick.”

Rumble smiled for a moment, looking out over the crowd. They had slightly glazed over eyes, an effect of his dust from earlier. He knew ponies were more decent then this. That they might not just want to rape one of their so called ‘heroes’, under normal circumstances. His pet wouldn’t be able to realize that they were under his control, and a quick, mental command had a few of the stallions cheer at the announcement.

His pet was good enough not to try to run. Of course, back on the streets, when she had, he had simply tightened the collar around her neck and dragged her along the streets for a few yards while she gasped and screamed. She did have the shame to beg the stallions who came close to her, and to recoil away from them. She only found her liege though, who pushed her forward.

Rumble smiled as the first stallions grabbed her, their cocks already out. They were rough, reaching for what they could, and already humping against her bare flesh, just like the animals they were would do. It was all a part of the design though, and Rumble sat back onto the front counter.

Where he noticed his first slut was still at. She hadn’t taken off her thong, she wasn’t servicing her patrons like she was supposed to, and she was not looking nearly as excited as she should be. None of which was allowed. Not for a filthy, fat titted, whore.

Rumble took a deep breath in as he heard the first cries out from his other disgusting worm. Fortunately, they were swiftly silenced by the sounds of her choking on cock like a good mare. Unlike his ‘faithful’ mare. That wasn’t going to stand.

His hand shot forward, the muscles in it stiff as a board. He even found it hard to close his hand around the baker’s neck. His head was splitting again, all of the joy he’d been feeling replaced by pure fury. He was the king, and he would have what he wanted, even if his body denied him it. “What. Are. You. Doing?”

Pinkie glared at him for a moment, before simply letting out a choked gasp of a reply. It wasn’t her fault of course, but Rumble didn’t see it that way. He saw it as insubordination. So, to deal with it, he slowly, as that was as quickly as he could move his arm, raised his other hand. He could hear chanting in his head, a voice slowly growing louder, but he would not fall to it. He would be who he was once more, and it would start with the five knives on his fingers that would brand this mare.

He opened his hand, and moved to strike.

His eyes swiveled to the side. His new pet was there, being pistoned by three, mindless stallions. He could see a vacantness there, where once life held firm. Tears ran down already stained cheeks, and her body convulsed in agony.

Back to the pink…

”No.”

What did you say-

“I won’t allow this.

You fell to me too long-

“Enough!”

Rumble found himself in the middle of the room, a golden light bathing all who stood before him. He reached out to Rainbow Dash, summoning her to him, and finding the mare in his arms. The horn on his head glowed bright, seeking her mind, attempting to stitch together what he could. To restore the mare he’d done so much wrong to.

But then he stopped as a second hand placed itself on his. He looked up, feeling the horn that he’d temporarily gained fade as its magic went into the tall being that stood beside him. He was dressed in ancient armor, holes punched through it… No, through him, but he could still stand. He stood with the regality of a noble, but the eyes betrayed a monster whose wrath had destroyed so much.

And then, the fire in them dimmed, and the being’s shoulders slumped down as he smiled. “You have passed, my second trial. You overcame the rage that the ring brought out in you. A rage almost as powerful as mine, cultivated by youth, and years of pain. Those memories scarred you. Changed you, and I’m happy to see a stallion who could beat that.”

His gaze then shifted to Rainbow, still in Rumble’s arms. “She is older though. Damage like this… it changes a pony. It was something he was all too good at doing. I could make the bravest, most loyal troops turn with my magic and techniques. My wrath destroyed their lives. And the ones I didn’t keep, I watched go as husks, traumatized by the experience.”

“She will be much the same, harmed, vengeful, but scared. Proven to be weak, and she’ll never know how you did it, even if you let her remember that you did it. So,” the being said, stepping back, only now allowing Rumble to look at the beings sides, and the wings that drooped at the alicorn’s sides, “what will you do to protect her, as you have stated you want to?”

Rumble blinked a few times, before looking back at Rainbow. He could see that the cracks in her mind could be made to just be the same. There was a stain on her brain though. It was the memory of this. The events of today would haunt her forever, but it was too dark for him to remove without allowing the rest of the town to remember, something he couldn’t allow.

He slowly shifted the pieces around, placing a lighter paint on the spot that he had damaged. It would cloud the moment a bit. Make her think three nameless, faceless stallions tried to use her in the alley beside Sugarcube, before her master came to save her. Now the two would return home, and he would comfort her.

And, as all the stallions who had witnessed his cruelty forgot about it, forgot that they’d seen Rainbow Dash like this, the two disappeared, teleporting to Rainbow Dash’s bed. Unconscious, but in one another’s arms. One uncertain, but one far happier than she ever could have been after today.

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Button Mash, bleary eyed from having just woken up, slowly lifted himself up from his mother’s bed. Beside him, naturally, was Love Tap, her breasts twice the size of his head, and acting as wonderful pillows. This had been how he’d usually gone to bed for about a week now, and he was more than happy with that.

He heard the knock on the door that had awoken him before and crawled out of bed. He had no idea what time it was, but he didn’t want his mom woken up by it. She didn’t deserve that, especially when she used so much of her energy to please her little boy. No, he would go to the door, take care of it real quick, and then head on back.

When he opened the door though, he saw a very tired looking Rumble. Before he could say anything, the other stallion grabbed his hand, forced it open, and shoved the ring into it, the horn stabbing his palm a little.

He was then brought only centimeters from his friend’s face and listened to the pegasus hiss out, “You got skipped because you’re too preoccupied with your mom. I don’t want it, so take my next turn, and if you try to give it to me, I will make you regret that choice.”

Button blinked a few times, too tired to understand the death threat he’d just been given. So, instead of panicking, he yawned as he said, “Okay. Whatever works for you and Feather.”

He stepped back just before Rumble slammed the door in his face, before looking to the ring in his hand. It was glowing a little bit, and Button couldn’t help but think how it was too late for all of this, and he just wanted to get back to sleep.

Next thing he knew, he was out cold on the carpet, snoring loudly as golden dust landed on his head.