Frieden sat on his throne, pondering. He’d sent Donnerkopf and Wald-Eule out with strict orders to bring back any council members they could find wandering the palace. Of course, he’d left them with runes that would cause messy and painful deaths if they failed to return before the hour was out. He had made sure that they understood the price of failure, or betrayal. He’d also sent them together, It was a trick from his gang boss days. Two ponies could never keep a secret.

Fernost was recovering, trying to rest in the back of the room, but Frieden had been questioning him nonetheless. It turned out that Fernost was an engineer and an arithmancer. His spells weren’t very useful for real world applications, but had tremendous use for calculating complex formulas and values. Something that helped immensely with his engineering skills.

Frieden frowned. Their country was year behind every other nation when it came to technology. They’d relied on their old fashioned army, and old fashioned unicorn assassins. According to Haftling, they had trade deals to extract their natural resources and sell them to their neighbors for awful prices. Things like copper, tin, nickel, and other rare metals that Frieden understood were necessary for technology were being practically given away to their neighbors.

The meager profits that were made went into the unicorn community, more specifically into the council’s pockets. They didn’t measure their riches in number of bits, like every earth pony he’d met, but in the number of millions bits. The numbers that Haftling reported for her own family’s “finances” had made him confused. They didn’t even sound like real numbers. What family needed seven hundred million bits when ten bits could feed your family for a week?

Frieden was disgusted. He was going to confiscate their wealth, and the wealth of all the council members. He grimly decided that he’d confiscate the wealth of every unicorn. That would not be popular, but he didn’t care. Some would escape, there would be turmoil, but like the collapsing clouds it would be a necessity.

He’d use the money to relocate the earth ponies from the city. They wouldn’t be happy about that either. At least not at first. He’d put them to work doing what they were supposed to do—growing crops. Once they had enough crops, he would make that their primary export. Of course, first he had to forcefully renegotiate the unfair trade deals.

Before, his country had no real bargaining chips except the vague threat of assassination. He’d change that. He’d change their army into a force to be reckoned with. They’d have guns instead of lances, and he’d form specialized squads for each race. Unicorns would learn battle magic, pegasi would be taught to shoot and fly, and he’d conscript the most vicious earth ponies to lead terror squads.

Sombra would have his revenge.

Frieden’s musings were interrupted when the door burst open. Donnerkopf and Wald-Eule had two ponies with them, one of which Frieden recognized. Her name was Elfenbeinturm. The dark blue mare had made trips to the slums, promising the locals renovations and improvements, but never delivering. He’d seen her once or twice, surrounded by guards as she wandered through the streets pretending to care.

He didn’t know who the other one was. She had two stars for a cutie mark, and was young. The mare wasn’t very pretty, but her freckled orange face wasn’t comely either. He wondered if her family was as corrupt as the rest of them. All the young unicorns seemed to be studying under older ones, having some sort of mentor on their council or in their circle.

Behind them, Donnerkopf stood grimly, stoic and unreadable as Wald-Eule nervously shuffled from foot to foot. She clearly didn’t work out much, the pudgy mare seemed to be uncomfortable from just their short walk around the palace.

The two new council members opened their face in horror at the sight before them. While the gore had been mostly cleaned up, much of the blood remained. Morgentau was positioned in her erotic pose next to the throne, while Haftling and Edelstein rested to either side of the throne. Both of his slaves were resting with strict instructions to clearly expose their ravaged bodies towards the entrance. After he’d finished his game, he’d used both of them extensively and they were visibly leaking cum from their displayed pussies.

Frieden imagined the scene was quite startling to the new mares. “Welcome, Esteemed Council Members. Madam Elfenbeinturm, I believe I know you already, but who is your compatriot?”

Elfenbeinturm looked around the room in shock, ignoring his question and addressing Donnerkopf. “What the fuck is going on here, Donnerkopf?”

Donnerkopf frowned, but otherwise showed no emotion. “Answer his question Elfenbeinturm. He will not ask twice.”

Elfenbeinturm continued to shout at Donnerkopf, ignoring Frieden. “Who the fuck is he? Where is everypony else? What is going on? Why is there blood everywhere?”

Haftling closed her eyes, and covered her ears as Frieden stood up from his throne. Donnerkopf remained silent and stoic, not answering the blue mare’s questions. Frieden walked towards them, and then picked Elfenbeinturm up with telekinesis. He silenced her, slamming her roughly into a wall and forcing her mouth shut as he carved into her horn. She was pinned almost halfway to the roof, stuck helplessly on the wall.

Frieden was pleased. He’d gotten much more precise with the telekinesis over the past hour or so. When he first woke up, he could either manipulate things carefully, or squeeze them with tremendous force. Now he was able to adjust it and manipulate something while lightly squeezing it. It seemed the longer he had Sombra’s horn, the more obedient it became.

He smiled at the confused orange mare that was left. “To answer the foolish Madam’s questions: I am your new Master, Lord Frieden. Everypony else is either dead, enslaved, or about to be one of the two. There is blood everywhere because I killed most of the dead in this room. And what is going on is that you are going to introduce yourself to me, and then swear your fealty.” Frieden’s smile changed into a frown. “Or you will die.”

The orange mare glanced at Elfenbeinturm’s predicament—pressed tightly against the wall and halfway up from the floor— and then back to Donnerkopf. Donnerkopf only repeated what she had said before. “He will not ask twice.”

The orange mare turned rapidly to Frieden. “I’m Sternbrand.”

Frieden walked slowly up to the nervous mare and put his hoof on her cheek. “You are my slave now. Call me ‘Master’ when you speak to me. Do you understand, Sternbrand?”

Sternbrand nodded then hastily added, “Yes, Master.”

Frieden was curious. “What is your relationship with Madam Elfenbeinturm, Sternbrand?”

Sternbrand’s eyes flicked up to the mare in question. “She is my mentor in the circle, Master.”

“And on the council?”

“I am my own voice on the council, Master.” Sternbrand looked shakily away. “But I have often backed hers.”

Frieden hummed. So that was how it was. The unicorns had this “circle” where they took apprentices. The circle seemed to be related to their magic, and the council was for government. The apprentice didn’t have to, but would usually back their mentor in a council meeting. Interesting. There were probably lines, the older ones having two or more apprentice generations.

And there were strange family ties as well. Appointment to either the circle or the council was probably dependent on who the parents were. No, it had to be more complicated then that. Frieden frowned in thought. All of the council members excelled at some magic or another, even if they weren’t all technically archmages. There was more than their genetics deciding their fate.

He decided to muse over it more later. He could just ask, after all.

Frieden was excited to break in his new toy. “Kiss me, Slave.” Frieden towered over the mare, and lifted his hoof.

The young mare looked around her, unsure if this was some sick joke, but decided to follow his command. Her tender mouth pressed against his hoof, and Frieden licked his lips. She was warm.

“Excellent, Sternbrand.” He lowered his hoof to the floor and looked the mare over as she blushed.

While she certainly wasn’t fat, she was also not fit. Her body seemed more the type of a book worm instead of a pony concerned about her looks. He took his hoof and grabbed her auburn hair, smelling it. She smelled of dust, and perhaps faintly of a library.

She was learned, and probably had studied magic extensively. “Sternbrand, are you familiar with Apotheosis?”

Her eyes went wide, “Yes, Master.”

“Might you list the suspected instances of it throughout history?”

“Yes, Master.” She frowned, thinking as she spoke. “There is Celestia, and Luna. They are believed to be the first even though there is no record of their ascension. They rule Equestria from Canterlot. Then there is Twilight, she oversees the Technocracy and refuses to rule them. Cadence, and Flurry both rule the Crystal Empire. These are the Alicorns.”

Sternbrand continued. “Cadence and Twilight have recorded ascensions, while Flurry was born ascended already. Beyond the Alicorns, Discord is an Apotheosis, although the nature of his ascension is unknown. One day he simply was. While there are legends of ancient Apotheosis examples, the only other one in recorded history is Sombra. He was a powerful mage who somehow became immortal, and then tried to take over the world.”

Frieden smiled at her. “That was a decent history lesson, Sternbrand. Now for a test. What do they all have in common?”

Sternbrand looked nervously around the room. “Well… aside from Sombra they embody something?”

Frieden thought about that. Perhaps Sombra had embodied something, but history had forgotten. “Hmm… Interesting, but not the answer I was looking for. Try again.”

She looked questioningly. “They’re immortal?”

The answer still wasn’t what he was looking for, but Frieden wasn’t angry. He was having fun milking her answers along. “True. What else?”

“They all…” Sternbrand thought for a moment, and then her eyes lit up. “They all run or ran a country!”

He smiled, encouraging her. “Ooh. I like that one. And why do you think they rule?”

Sternbrand was relaxing. She seemed used to being asked questions, and playing student appeared to be calming her. “Well, Master, I would say they’re wise, but Discord is on the list… I guess they’re powerful?”

“And we have a winner!” Frieden crouched slightly so that he was eye level with Sternbrand. “Except there is one thing I’d like to correct, Sternbrand.”

She looked curiously at him. “What is that, Master?”

“Your list was incomplete. You forgot the obvious one: Lord Frieden.” He slowly grinned, baring his fangs at her.

Sternbrand swallowed fearfully. “I… I’m sorry master.”

Frieden laughed, amused at her palpable fear. “You are forgiven, Sternbrand. But don’t let it happen again.”

She nodded her head. “Yes, Master.”

Frieden didn’t say anything in response, instead leaning forward and pressing his lips against the surprised mare’s. She panicked at first, tightly sealing her lips, but Frieden corrected her. He put a hoof on the side of her head, and lightly tapped her horn.

Sternbrand winced, and let her lips open. Frieden pressed forward, exploring her timid mouth with his tongue. She held her own tongue away, hidden towards the back of her throat.

Frieden pulled out of the kiss and calmly spoke, “Bad slaves are frigid, Sternbrand. Good slaves are whores. I have no need of bad slaves.” He nodded meaningfully towards a blood spot on the floor. “What kind of slave are you, Sternbrand?”

Sternbrand nodded as tears formed in her eyes. “A… good slave, Master..”

Frieden smiled. “And what are good slaves, Sternbrand?”

The tears began to drip down her cheeks. Frieden assumed that the mare was building a more complete picture of her future.“Good slaves are whores, Master.”

His smile turned wicked. “Therefore…” He motioned with his hooves for her to continue the thought.

“Therefore… I am a whore, Master.” She blinked back some tears, only for more to follow.

“Excellent work, Sternbrand.” He teased her. “You are a very good student. Now it’s time for your practical examination.”

Frieden kissed her again, and this time her mouth was ready. She opened willingly and allowed his tongue to explore her. She even slightly caressed his with her own. Frieden slowly inserted his tongue down her throat, testing her limits. He felt her tighten as his long tongue forced down the back of her mouth, and she held back a gag. Satisfied, he slowly pulled it out, slurping and smearing his spit inside her mouth before pulling away from the sloppy kiss.

She sniffed, rubbing a hoof across her mouth and wiping more tears off her face. Frieden watched, amused at her reaction. “You’ll get used to it, Slave. Edelstein’s already very comfortable with me, while Haftling and Wald-Eule are learning fast. Madam Donnerkopf could use more practice though.” He winked over the young mare at Donnerkopf, who didn’t react.

Sternbrand swallowed and closed her eyes, clearly running her tongue inside her mouth and trying to clean it of his spit. She looked disgusted when she answered in a dejected voice, “Yes, Master.”

Frieden kissed her again, leaning into the mare and invading her mouth. She didn’t fight him, letting him nearly choke her with his tongue again. This time he snorted, sucking mucus from the back of his nose and throat and then smearing it across her mouth. He felt her whimper.

When he pulled out of her, he held her mouth open with his hoof and spit into it again, making sure it was nice and thick with his mucous. He stared into her eyes. “Don’t swallow, Slave. Let’s see how obedient you are.”

Slowly, his hoof dropped from her cheek. The mare shook, leaving her mouth open. He could see her quivering as she fought back the reflex in her throat. Frieden leaned in closer, putting his hoof on her throat to feel as he whispered into her ear. “If you swallow right now, I will kill you.”

He held her like that, relishing her fear and feeling her body shake as she fought against it. Her tears warmed his cheeks as he softly nuzzled her and began to lick her ear affectionately. Sternbrand began to whine in pain or perhaps terror. Frieden didn’t know, which but knew the sound was delicious.

Carefully, he began to stroke down her mane as he spoke softly to her. “That’s a good slave. I’m going to fuck you, you know. Aren’t you excited?” Frieden licked deep into her ear, slobbering in it as he taunted her. “You’re doing so well.”

Frieden pulled slowly back and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed tightly, but tears ran from them like a river. She was shaking, focused on her task like her life depended on it. Frieden was glad she understood that it actually did.

“And a pass. Another excellent score Sternbrand.”

Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked hopefully at him. He inspected her mouth, noting his phlegm pooling around the base of her tongue and likely leaking down her throat. Smirking, he pressed her mouth closed with the hoof under her neck as he slid it towards her chin. “Swallow, Sternbrand.”

She did, looking him tearfully in the eyes as she gulped down his spit. He smiled affectionately, internally amused that she was likely grateful in that moment to be able to swallow his phlegm. “Very good, Sternbrand. You have excellent self control. I really thought I was going to have to kill you for a second there.”

She stared at him, not speaking.

“You’re going to practice swallowing now. Get on your knees. Madam Wald-Eule can coach you through what to do next.” He winked at Wald-Eule, who had been nervously watching the whole time. “Madam? If you would, please kneel next to her and provide instruction. I have to decide what to do with Elfenbeinturm, and I’d prefer not to be distracted.”

Wald-Eule nodded quickly.“Yes, Master.” She clipped the young unicorn on the back of her head, causing Frieden to raise an eyebrow but not stop her. “On your knees child. The Master has a task of you.”

Sternbrand dropped quickly and crawled under his stomach, while Wald-Eule dropped next to her and proceeded to give advice. Frieden stared at Donnerkopf as Sternbrand began to suck his dick, running her warm and still slimy tongue up his shaft. He gazed into her, trying to see what was going on in her cold, gray eyes, but couldn’t find anything. The mare was as good as a statue.

Frieden smirked as he felt Sternbrand attempt to deep throat his giant cock and then choke. Wald-Eule was getting aggressive with her orders. He didn’t think Sternbrand could succeed, but she was welcome to try. Licking his fangs, he noticed the two red welts where he bit Donnerkopf. “Do you like watching me get off?”

She answered coldly. “No, Master.”

He smirked, “I like watching you while I get off.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Come over here so I can bite you when I cum.”

Donnerkopf answered, “Yes, Master.” and then walked over, presenting her neck to him.

He groaned as Sternbrand began to play with his balls as she tongued his shaft. “Why are you such a cold bitch, Donnerkopf?”

“I just killed my husband, and then was raped by you.” Her answer was emotionless.

Frieden laughed as Sternbrand tried to deep throat him again, this time getting halfway there before she chocked. She stopped for a moment, and he heard the sound of retching. He was impressed. “Ha! I’d forgotten about that. Why’d you kill him? The both of you could have killed others, I’m sure. He seemed competent.”

Donnerkopf closed her eyes. “He refused. He demanded I kill him. He saw what you were, and knew what you would make us into.” She took a deep breath. “He refused to become what you are going to turn me into. I knew what would happen as well, but I refused to die. I decided to become your slave instead, knowing the creature you will create from me.”

A warm wet throat was wrapped around Frieden’s dick. Sternbrand had found a way to swallow the whole thing, and Frieden was groaning as he fucked her throat. The best part was that her tongue could lap at the base of his penis. Her throat was like a pussy with a tongue built into it instead of a clit, and he didn’t think he’d last long.

Frieden leaned down, and grazed his fangs against Donnerkopf’s exposed neck. He spoke quietly, holding back his orgasm. “Do you regret it?”

Donnerkopf’s response was quick. “Yes. But I would choose the same again and again. There was no choice for me. I am yours now, Master. By your will or by fate, there is no distinction.”

Frieden bit into her, letting her blood fill his mouth as he thrust into Sternbrand’s stomach. Grunting, he filled the orange Mare with his seed as he lapped at Donnerkopf’s fresh wounds. He could feel Sternbrand underneath him, choking and frantically trying to swallow his cock. Her throat squeezed his dick, she couldn’t even throw up.

He relished the moment, feeling the mare beneath him choking, suffocating with his orgasm standing between her and air. The older, sturdy mare was his as well, literally offering her life blood for his pleasure as he filled the younger one with his cum.

He held them both tightly, forcing a few more seconds from his glorious orgasm. He swallowed a mouthful of blood, it felt thick and heady going down, making him dizzy. He felt the mare underneath him grow slack, and her rhythmically undulating throat stilled. Sighing contentedly, he kissed Donnerkopf’s wound and lifted himself up.

His cock slid out of Sternbrand, and she slumped to the ground underneath him. Donnerkopf placed a hoof over her wound, and took a step back. Frieden laughed, kicking Sternbrand to turn her sideways as he stepped over her. Sternbrand’s eyes opened, and she began to wretch, spewing white cum mixed with bile across the floor in an arc of defilement.

She looked up, tears in her eyes and vomitous mucus dripping from her nose and mouth.

Frieden glared coldly at her. He didn’t plan on kissing her for a while after that display. “Now lick it up.”

Author's Note

Oh. This one's gross. Lots of gross. The best gross. Bigly gross.

I kind of liked the spit thing though. Is that weird? FYI, don't look up ungulatr on E621. Unless you like that sort of thing. He doesn't do pony, but he does weird spit stuff that turns me on in the worst of ways. I don't even know what that fetish is!