Frieden turned, curious as to who would still be standing. To his delight, both were. The older mare was yelling at the younger one.

“You are weak! If you can not kill me, you won’t survive.” Madam Wustensonne was berating her granddaughter, shouting and lashing at her with magic. “Pathetic, mewling suckling worm! Strike back you fool! Kill me!”

For her part, Morgentau was cowering with tears running a river down her sobbing face. “I can’t Gran-mama! Please stop. It hurts!”

Frieden shattered the runes, careful to reclaim their captured energy, and calmly walked towards the duo. “Continued violence is unnecessary, esteemed Madam Wustensonne. You have chosen.”

The old mare grit her teeth and turned, putting herself between Frieden and her granddaughter. “Lord and Master Frieden.” She bowed. “I beg you, allow me to speak.”

Frieden considered. He had made a declaration—they would both die. But there was no harm in letting the old bat plead. She had called him Lord and Master, and Frieden wasn’t above letting some decrepit unicorn attempt to butter him up for his own amusement.

“Speak, Madam Wustensonne. I would hear your plea.”

The unicorn stayed prostrate, keeping her head down. “My granddaughter is a weak, pathetic, and sniveling coward, Master.”

“Then perhaps you should have killed her.” He smirked.

“My death is already assured, I would only gain days, a few months at most. You would have no prolonged use of me, and we both know it, Master.”

Frieden laughed. The old bat was probably right. While her magic seemed strong, her body looked frail. He would kill her when she began to slow him down, and he doubted she would last through any real fucking. “Hah. You speak the truth, Madam Wustensonne.”

“Had my granddaughter survived she could serve you. Even if she is weak and a coward, she is young and has good blood. She could bare you many healthy foals.”

“A pity she isn’t going to.” Frieden stared at the old mare cruelly.

“Please master, I know she has failed, so I offer a compromise. A way to kill her, to fulfill your commandment, but also a way to allow her to serve you.”

Morgentau sniffled back a sob, sounding hurt. “Gran-mama?”

Madam Wustensonne shouted back, sounding both disappointed and angry. “Shut up, child. You have failed and are not worthy to live. But if he agrees, our blood will live on.”

Frieden gauged the callous mare. She was betraying her own granddaughter for their lineage. He frowned. That was a game that old unicorn nobles played, bloodlines had never mattered to earth ponies. The young always suffered for the old. Then again, he had planned on them suffering.

His eyes glared dangerously. “Explain, corpse. And quickly.”

“Yes, Master. Madam Haftling has a spell that will kill a pony, but leave them alive.”

Frieden frowned. “I’m afraid that makes no sense, corpse.”

Wustensonne spoke quickly, telling him how it worked. “It erases them inside. Kills the pony, but leaves their body. They are empty vessels, with no memories, wants or needs. She can manipulate them like puppets. Morgentau is weak, but her body could be of use to you, Master.”

“Gran-mama… no.” Morgentau sounded desperate and betrayed.

Frieden looked over at the orgy, and then to the cowering and fearfully stuttering Morgentau. He was intrigued. “Interesting.”

He shouted, his voice booming across the throne room. “Haftling, come here.”

He watched as Madam Haftling climbed up out of the writhing pile of bodies, and stumbled towards him on shaky legs. Her snout was covered in clear slime, and it was apparent that she was having difficulty walking. Still, his loyal slave forced herself towards his beckoning call.

She smelled of musk, sweat, and sex when she approached, and Frieden licked his lips hungrily. He was still getting energy from the rune he’d left on Fernost, and Haftling’s thoroughly ravaged body was arousing him greatly. Focusing on the task, he commanded her. “Madam Wustensonne claims you can kill a pony without destroying their body. Erasing the inside forever, and leaving an empty puppet. Is this true, Haftling?”

Haftling glared angrily at Wustensonne. “Yes, Master.”

Oddly, Frieden noticed Wustensonne smile smugly back. Did they have some kind of rivalry? Haftling was clearly displeased at the old bat’s revelation. Frieden didn’t care about their infighting. Their previous alliances didn't matter anymore.

“Use it on her.”

Their attitudes switched rapidly. Wustensonne’s face dropped in terror as Haftling grew an evil smile. “Gladly, Master.”

Frieden watched Haftling closely as she charged her spell. This was clearly not a combat spell, it took time and energy to create. He wondered if he could make it into a rune.

Wustensonne began to beg, and then attempted to cast a spell herself. Frieden absentmindedly carved her horn, denying her magic.

The old mare screamed, “Wait! I’m not done yet! I still…”

And then Haftling’s spell struck her. Wustensonne slouched on her feet, and Haftling darkly laughed, “Conniving bitch.” Then she glanced back at Frieden. “What do you want her to do, Master?”

Frieden shrugged. He hadn't thought that far yet. “Make her dance or something.”

Wustensonne gracefully got to her feet, and then bowed with a smile and a flourish. She began to pirouette, dancing and skipping across the floor like a ballerina to Frieden’s great amusement.

Haftling nodded her head slightly, and Wustensonne tripped, falling on her face and skidding across the polished, bloodied floor. Haftling raised an unconcerned eyebrow, “Whoops.”

Frieden chuckled at his slave’s sudden cruelty. “Careful with her, Haftling. Lets have her dance until her body gives out. I want to see how long she lasts. I don’t imagine it will take much time.”

Looking past the dancing corpse, Frieden saw his other victim. She was cowering fearfully and watching her grandmother’s body in horror. “Come over here, Morgentau. Your grandmother has put me in good spirits.”

The mare shakily got up and walked towards him, bowing deep and closing her tearful eyes when she was close.

Slowly he walked around her and examined her. Her long blue and purple highlighted mane was expertly styled, and very well groomed. He ran his hooves across her soft golden coat, noting how pampered she was. While Edelstein was young and vibrant, Morgentau was gorgeous. Her coat had the texture of velvet, and even though her hooves were covered in blood, they still had an air of elegance. He ran his hoof through her tail, letting the silky luxurious hair roll over his arm while he eyed her cutie mark. It was a drop of water on a leaf.

Frieden was tempted. He wanted to keep her body, and his twitching dick begged to claim it. But she had been so weak, too frail to survive the initiation. Of course, that had been a product of her luxurious upbringing, exactly the thing that made Frieden want to fuck her. He frowned.

“Haftling, what do you suggest I do? Kill the mare, keep her as a slave, or make her a meat puppet like her grandmother?” He was curious what opinion Haftling would offer.

“Master. I have no love for Wustensonne or her offspring, however Morgentau is the most bearable of them.” Haftling sighed, and then glared dejectedly at Morgentau, “Killing her would be wasteful, she could be of use to you as a plaything alone. While I could keep her as a puppet for your use, that is also wasteful. I can only control so many ponies, and if she is willing to be obedient I see no reason to end her.”

Frieden continued to frown. He agreed with Haftling’s assessment. “She must be punished though. She failed to prove her strength.”

“Master, do you intend to use her for her strength?” Haftling asked a question that gave Frieden pause.

“I… do not.” Frieden thought about that. In an earth pony gang, strength was everything. The physical strength to survive, and the mental strength to kill. That’s what initiations were about. Proving to the gang that you could do what was needed. Frieden frowned. He had been thinking like an earth pony, only worried about their strength.

“Then what do you intend to use her for, Master?” Haftling asked, leading his thoughts.

He intended to keep her as a pet. As something to look at and use as it pleased him. But he’d said he’d kill her, could he just change his mind? “Haftling, I already said I’d kill her.”

Haftling shrugged, and turned to face the prone and terrified unicorn. “If that is what you wish to use her for, Master, then none can stop you. Unlike your slaves, the only pony in charge of you is your own will and whims. You will kill her if you choose to, and you will spare her if you choose to. You are beholden to no one, and we are beholden to you.”

Frieden stared at the shivering young mare and then spoke slowly as he traced a rune over her back. “You should be grateful to Madam Haftling. She just prolonged your life. However, what happens next is entirely up to you.” He stepped back, the rune complete.

“Stand up, Slave, and introduce yourself to your new master.”

Morgentau shakily got to her feet, and looked at fearfully between Haftling and Frieden. Tears still ran down her face. “M..Master. I am Morgentau. Initiate in the circle, archmage aspirant, and council member.”

“And what is your aspiration, Morgentau? What does your magic do?”

“I am a nurturer, Master. I can make things grow. Mostly plants, but my magic works on the sick and weak as well.”

Frieden clenched his teeth. There was a multitude of starving, scraping earth ponies just trying to get by, and the unicorns had magic to make things grow? Magic to heal the sick? “Morgentau, have you ever visited the slums?”

“No, Master. My family wouldn’t allow it. I was kept locked up, only allowed to be out for studies and practice.” She glanced at the remnants of the exploded overweight unicorn. “I was to be married to Baron Gieriges Schwein to strengthen the family line.”

Frieden sighed, letting the frustration leak out of him. “Well, that is certainly not going to happen, Slave. You no longer have the option to marry. You will live as my slave, and bear my foals for the rest of your life.”

Morgentau sniffled. “That’s not too different than what Baron Gieriges Schwein was going to do to me, Master. I will be a good slave.” She glanced nervously at her leaping and running grandmother, then nervously back to Haftling and Frieden. “I promise.”

“Well, to the matter of your punishment. There is a rune on your back, drawing power from you as we speak. Do you feel it draining you, Morgentau?”

She nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“I want to keep you to look at for a while.” Frieden let his eyes run up and down her body. “The Rune is going to freeze you when it is full, putting you into a stasis until I want to use you again. You will live like this, one moment of use following another until I tire of it. I may decide to leave you a statue forever, or free you to serve with the rest of my slaves.”

Morgentau looked fearfully at him, and nodded. “Y….yes. Master.”

“Now, lets pose you. Just relax while I get you set up.” Frieden picked Morgentau up with his magic, flipping her over and inspecting her. He wanted to see her pussy, but he also wanted to see her face. Humming, he set her down and began to gently position the terrified mare as he wished.

Haftling watched curiously, but didn’t interfere. Morgentau was terrified, her breathing was rapid and her eyes were wide and fearful, but she didn’t take them off of Frieden.

He decided to lay her on her back, spreading her lower legs wide and tilting her hips up just enough to see her puckered asshole. He had her bent forward, resting on her arms as though she was lounging, and her tail was spread messily behind her, laying flat on the floor. Frieden grunted in approval. Like this, he could see her ass, pussy, and her face all at once. Plus it provided easy access.

He held her still, forcing her to not move with his magic while the rune slowly charged. Something was missing from the scene, and he needed to figure it out. Glancing at Haftling, he noticed her still wet snout and realized what it was.

“Haftling! Make Morgentau cum.”

Madam Haftling didn’t answer, instead turning to Morgentau and charging a spell. The terrified mare’s eye opened wide.

Frieden scowled, and carved into Haftling’s horn, disrupting her spell. She turned around in a panic, realizing that she’d displeased him. “I’m sorry Master! With my tongue! Yes, Master!” Haftling practically dove into the Mare’s exposed pussy, causing Frieden to chuckle.

“You almost made a mistake, Slave. Be more careful next time.” Frieden walked behind the mare, watching Morgentau as Haftling went to work on her pussy.

The young mare was turning red, blushing through her golden coat as she glanced down at the panicked Haftling.

Frieden began to toy with Haftling’s exposed pussy as he watched Morgentau grow aroused. The blushing mare was breathing heavy now, and Haftling was still wet from her abuse in the orgy.

Casually, he walked over her prone body, and thrust his magically energized cock into Haftling’s warm pussy. Groaning, he hilted into her, feeling his balls press tightly against her clit and her tight walls strain around his shaft. Haftling focused on her work, only grunting momentarily at the sudden invasion of her body.

Frieden ignored Haftling as he fucked her, watching and relishing Morgentau’s faces. The golden Mare seemed confused, and her red blush was distracting him. Frieden laughed, pumping slowly into Haftling’s quivering pussy. “Enjoying yourself, Morgentau?”

The mare groaned in response.

Frieden glared dangerously at her as he continued to rape Haftling. “Answer me, Slave.”

Morgentau took a deep breath between moans, locking eyes with him. “Master. I… Oh… I didn’t think it would feel like… Oh… Yes.”

He felt Haftling oozing juice down his legs as she got into it, her thrusts began to meet his and her pussy began to rhythmically squeeze his cock. Frieden smiled at his enthusiastic slave. So she had some energy left.

Morgentau’s response was interesting as well. She was confused. Had she never even played with herself? Frieden shuddered inside Haftling, feeling himself grow close. This was probably the young mare’s first sexual experience, and he was going to capture it with his rune to enjoy over and over again.

He forcefully held Morgentau’s head with magic, making her watch him as she got close. He could feel her straining in his magical grasp, she was trying to squirm and writhe under Haftling’s mouth, but he wasn’t letting her.

Morgentau’s eyes grew wide, and her mouth hung open into an “O” shape as she quivered. She grunted, thrusting her hips forward, and then a spark ignited in her eyes.

Suddenly, she stopped moving, frozen.

Frieden erupted into Haftling, filling her womb with his cum for the second time today, and shuddering in pleasure. He squirted deep inside of her, her slimy pussy gulping around his cock and squeezing every last drop of cum out of him as she shook underneath him.

Groaning, he kept fucking the mare, causing her to collapse. His cum flew out of her abused pussy, flinging behind them as he fell down on her. Haftling began to shake uncontrollably as he fucked her, mercilessly shoving her face into Morgentau’s now frozen pussy.

Haftling screamed, throwing her arms forward and quivering as he came again, biting her neck hard. This time he relished it, feeling his cum ooze around his cock and into her sloppy cunt as he slowly stirred her pussy with his dick.

Haftling was crying again, shuddering underneath him.

Cruelly, he lapped at the blood welling in his mouth. He had marked her, leaving two dripping bloody marks. Her blood was sweet as he drank it. Haftling groaned in pain, whimpering as he consumed her.

Frieden stood up, letting his dick slide out of Haftling. A string of blood connected his lips to her neck, and cum dripped from his cock onto the base of her twitching tail. “Did you like that, Slave?”

Haftling cried, curling up into a ball on the floor between her master and his new piece of art. An old mare danced by, snapping her leg and falling to the floor. Haftling whispered, terrified at herself for her answer. “Yes, Master.”

Author's Note

It's so easy to write when you don't care. I should not care about any of my stories. Also, is this getting darker? In a sense I feel like it might be. It also might be getting less dark. It's hard to tell. Mind control is going to step its game, along with some sci fi. He's got his power base, now it's time for the hunt.