AKA: The Laughter of a Tyrant
He had no idea how long he was out after that violent flash of pink light, which wasn’t helped by being enveloped in nothing but darkness ever since. His teeth gritted tightly together like the gears of a machine, with his fanged mandibles almost touching the bottom of his muzzle. His eyes strained shut as he tried to move, but was unable to budge even an inch within his restraints. He could feel the cold metal on his back, which matched the briskness he could feel in the air from all four of his limbs being stretched out and bound down; since it was pitch black, he could only guess that his bondage was made of metal as well. He could also catch a distinct stench of dampness and dust in the air, indicating he was most likely inside one of his old dungeons.
He had no idea who did this, but whoever managed to bring him down and have him restrained did a damn impressive job. Even with his body in obvious fatigue, he took a breath before trying to focus his mental composure to the middle of his forehead. With any luck, maybe the slightest glow of magic from his horn could help to at least illuminate himself and--
“GAHHHH!!!” The burning sting that came from his horn felt worse than a thousand migraines combined. His head lurched forward a tiny bit as he roared out in pain, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. He had no idea what happened to his horn, but it couldn’t have been good. The best case scenario was that it was just injured from that Princess' blast. Maybe even fractured.
Of course, he knew he was fooling himself. He didn’t need any light to know that his horn was gone. What used to be the smooth, curved appendage of blood red that ensured his power, was most likely just a useless stump now. Without his direct magic, he was left with very few other options for even the slightest chance for escape.
Just as he began to breathe normally again after that indescribable amount of pain, he heard the sound of a metal lock unlatching from a few feet away. A door opened, sending in a blindingly intense light that made his eyes lock shut while hissing in discomfort. It took almost a full minute for his eyes to adjust, which was more than enough time for somepony to enter the room. He could hear the door close, which was followed by the pony’s hooves clopping against the stone floor towards him. By the time he was able to open his eyes enough to actually see anything, his hazy vision caught sight of two distinct colors on the pony:
A pristine white coat, and a multi-toned electric blue mane.
He growled in distaste up to the sight of the stallion, quickly realizing who it was that had him in this predicament. Even with all the time he spent in isolation after their brief encounter, he couldn’t forget the wretched “Prince” that sabotaged his means of revival. Yes, Shining Armor may have been the co-leader of the Crystal Empire (for now, at least), as well as his captor, but he was nothing but a pawn of Celestia’s to the stallion still bound on the table.
After checking his bindings, Shining Armor took notice of how the stallion was glaring up at him with pure venom in those blood red eyes. A thousand years ago, that stare would’ve made the bravest Crystal Pony grovel in defeat in front of the pony. But now, the only reaction it got from Prince Shining was a huff and a mocking smirk.
“So, ‘King’ Sombra,” began Shining in a condescending tone of voice, making sure to place a mockful emphasis on his former title for added insult. He bent in towards the Tyrant’s face with a coy grin and asked, “Is the dungeon to your liking?”
Sombra refused to break eye contact from the white unicorn, and only growled through his teeth as he thought of increasingly brutal means to mutilate him. Even with how dark the stone dungeon was, Sombra’s eyes strained greatly while still needing to get used to any sort of light. With his horn broken off, any magic he may have had before was completely useless now. Even the ghastly green hue and purple smoke that usually expelled from his eyes was completely vacant now, leaving nothing but a slightly bloodshot white.
After receiving nothing but that low guttural response from him, Shining smirked and pulled his head back. “I guess you’re not much of a talker in the morning,” he said haughtily. “Oh well. I’m sure you’ll be good and chatty realllll soon.”
Sombra narrowed his eyes on him as his livid sneer intensified. Shining ignored how the Tyrant was glaring at him as he trotted towards a nearby wooden bench. “Oh, and just so you know, you’ve been missing for a while since my wife and I reclaimed the Crystal Empire. I’m sure you don’t mind that we did some redecorations to the place. Indoor plumbing, removing the gallows from the courtyard, burning every portrait of you in a giant bonfire…” Shining then added with an especially patronizing smile when he looked back at Sombra, “Oh! Cadance and I also broke your bed the first time we had sex on it.”
Even though Shining was trying to get to him (and he had to admit, that last detail made him more than a little peeved), Sombra smirked back at him with his fanged teeth exposed to the Prince. “Well, well, well,” he jeered back with a menacing hiss, “I wouldn’t have expected a gelding like you to keep it up long enough to do such a thing. I’m guessing that whore of a Princess did all the work?”
Shining’s grin lessened a tiny bit, but Sombra still saw it. He also noticed how the Prince narrowed his eyes on him, like he was contemplating using Sombra’s bondage to its full advantage. But after a few seconds of silence, Shining just huffed and turned back to the bench. “I know what you’re trying to make me do,” said the unicorn in a less jaunty tone of voice. Sombra could overhear metal pieces clanking together at the bench, but Shining’s back kept him from seeing what kind of tools the unicorn had.
“But believe me, Sombra,” continued Shining as his voice turned nastier by the second, “if I didn’t abide by Celestia’s laws by the dot, I would consider doing many… MANY things to you as punishment for your crimes. But considering your situation, just torturing a de-horned pony for an interrogation would probably break several war-crimes…” His head slowly turned around to give a dark glare back at the Tyrant. “Even if nopony alive would punish me for it…”
The unicorn then walked back to Sombra’s table with his horn lit, keeping something behind his back with his pale blue aura. “But I was sent down here for a very specific reason. You see, one of my guards found you out in the middle of the frozen north encased in ice. And even though your magic was gone, you still had enough residual magic to keep you from being disintegrated years ago by the Crystal Heart. And I’m betting right now, you could lead me exactly to where your horn is.”
Sombra stared back at him with an equally threatening look, but refused to utter a peep about his missing horn. Shining’s tone may have been refreshingly intimidating to the former King, but it was still something that wouldn’t make him budge. Instead, his toothy grin widened as he asked condescendingly, “So, what is your plan, so-called ‘Prince’? I’d really like to know how… creative your interrogation means really are. Is it something like waterboarding? Perhaps electrocution? Or maybe you’ll just hold a knife and threaten removing other limbs of mine one-by-one...”
As he listed each option with an evil smile, Sombra made sure to say them as low and tediously as possible like he was offering the Prince various wines from his cellar. However, Shining just stood with a stoic glare while Sombra continued with a deathly hiss, “Because I’ve gained immortality over a millennia ago, Shining. Just like your precious pawns Celestia and Luna. And in that time, I’ve put myself through every form of pain you could imagine. I mutilated every inch of my body, and watched it regenerate with my dark magic without a single scar remaining. So if you can think of any form of pain that can actually make me speak, ‘Prince’... Then you’re no better than me.”
Sombra smiled wide and waited, practically inviting the Prince to try and do his worst on him. He expected Shining to show some form of hesitation, or to have second thoughts about his plan. He waited to see if any apprehension that the unicorn may have had would appear, just so he could exploit it and manipulate him to his bidding. However, the former Guard’s training paid off immensely well with his face undeterred by the Tyrant’s words. Instead of backing away, Shining just grinned right back at him with a slow, sadistic shake of his head. “Oh, I know your resistance to pain very well, Sombra. But…”
That was when the Prince bought out the tool he had behind his back. Seeing what Shining had in his aura, Sombra tilted his head with a confused look on his face. For a second, he contemplated whether or not the stallion was joking, even though Shining’s malicious grin was unmoved by revealing his weapon of choice:
A large, white, pristine feather.
“I have a feeling that pain was the only feeling you took account of~”
Sombra’s grin was long gone, and was replaced with a puzzled expression while narrowing his eyes up at him. “Are… are you being serious right now?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” asked the Prince coyly while waving the feather in front of Sombra teasingly. “This was actually Spike’s idea, believe it or not. You remember him, right? He was one of the biggest reasons Cadance and I have the Crystal Empire now. Twily might be the scientific mind of the family, but Spike and I have had a few… anatomy experiments of our own. I’ve learned a lot of things from him, including sensitivity. And if anything is able to make you talk…”
Shining’s feather floated over towards Sombra, with the tip of it touching the top of his chest. The Prince then used his magic to drag the feather slowly, and ever so gently, along the middle of Sombra’s furred chest. The Tyrant didn’t expect anything to happen, since the tuft of fur on his grey chest was thick enough get a pencil lost in. However, as soon as the edge of that feather traveled to the thinner coated region between his chest and belly, his whole body twitched as he felt a strong tingling against his skin.
Only the edge of the feather was touching Sombra, but the way it moved against his flesh sent a shuddering tingle that reverberated throughout his entire torso. His teeth gritted hard as he sucked in a hesitant gasp, which only intensified as the feather slowly… and barely graced his body down to the bottom of his stomach.
As soon as he reached Sombra’s waist, Shining lifted the feather back up in satisfaction and finished his statement with a confident, “maybe this will do far better than any blade or hot poker~”
Sombra breathed out in short rapid pants as soon as the feather was lifted from his body. His eyes were wider than before, and he looked down at himself like something within him acted in betrayal. Wha… What the buck?! Internally screamed the former King. How could a feather do that?!
With his eyes pinned down to his midsection, Sombra didn’t notice the feather float back down until it was too late. Shining had a mischievous grin as he made the feather wiggle with his magic, having the tip move rapidly back and forth on its way down to Sombra’s belly. Before Sombra could even open his mouth, he felt the tip touch his skin once more. The feather danced around on top of him, making his entire body writhe in its bindings as he felt that intense tingling sensation return. The muscles on his belly convulsed and tightened repeatedly while the feather kept wriggling against it. Sombra’s eyes clenched shut, and his panting breaths came out quicker with each passing second.
Shining peered at the Tyrant’s face as he kept moving the feather around his stomach, hoping to get the reaction he wanted. Sombra’s muzzle began to twitch little by little, and the corners of his lips started to strain upward. Even with how much he tried to move around to avoid the feather’s wriggling, it was still touching him enough to make his lips begin to part while breathing rapidly. With his eyes strained , Sombra couldn’t take it anymore when the feather started to reach his sides; his head reeled back against the table as he felt his composure break apart with the first few sounds that escaped his mouth.
“Nnn… nnnnghhhh… hhhhhhehehehehe….”
That giggle may have been as faint as a whisper, but Shining still heard it enough to start grinning from ear to ear. “What was that?~” asked the Prince teasingly.
Sombra gritted his teeth and forced himself to stop smiling, hoping to keep up a tough facade in front of his captor. Unfortunately, all that Shining had to do was pull the feather away for a brief moment… only to move over to Sombra’s other side. As soon as the tip dusted against Sombra’s flesh once more, that tough exterior was almost instantly broken.
“Pbbbtttt… HAHAHAHHAHA!!!”
The feather went away once more, leaving the Tyrant to quickly try his hardest to stop laughing. His breathing soon became heavy with his eyes strained shut, silently cursing himself for breaking that easily. While Sombra laid in brief relief, pondering what in Equestria’s name was happening to him, Shining just chuckled and asked in a jeering voice, “What’s the matter? Are you ticklish?”
“N-NO!” spat the former King with bile up at Shining. His breaths came out in heavy pants through his nostrils like a furious bull up at the unicorn. “You… you did something to it, didn’t you?”
Shining Armor just raised his brows in slight surprise. “Wow,” he said in disbelief while smirking down at him. “You really think I magically infused a feather? If I was going to put effort into a tool like that, I would’ve used it on one of my painful ones…”
Shining slowly walked his way to the end of the table, making Sombra’s eyes widen when he realized the Prince was staring at the bindings on his hind legs. “Well, despite what you may think,” continued Shining before looking back at the worried Tyrant, “there was nothing added to that feather. It’s completely normal…”
Shining’s grin then turned to Cheshire levels before revealing another feather from behind his back. “Just like this one…”
Now the Prince had two feathers in his aura, and he was standing less than a foot from Sombra’s rear hooves. Sombra struggled to pull away, but his legs were clamped shut against the table to leave him defenseless. Shining chuckled low and devilishly, loving the sight of such a ruthless leader squirming in his grasp. “Oh, if only you could see yourself now,” taunted the Prince, “the ever powerful 'King' Sombra, former leader of the Crystal Empire… now without his horn and able to be taken down by a feather.”
As he spoke, Shining’s feathers moved slowly down towards Sombra’s exposed hooves. He could see how Sombra’s eyes were pinned on those two pieces, his pupils shrinking steadily. Due to his life of self-induced luxury, the former King never walked around anywhere without something covering his hooves, whether it be his military boots or more regal leggings; but now, his sensitive hooves were completely at the mercy of the Prince before him, whose teeth were gleaming within the dungeon. When the tips were less than an inch from the undersides of Sombra’s hooves, Shining said dominantly, “You know exactly what I’m going to do, Sombra. And until you tell me how we can find your horn, I’m not going to stop.”
Shining glanced back down at the Tyrant’s hind legs with an evil grin, seeing how Sombra’s legs were already tensing up while within their bonds. Sombra gritted his teeth in anticipation, not wanting to give in to his hooves being tickled and making him a blubbering mess. Alas, any resistance he may have built up for himself instantly began to break with the first touch of those feathers.
“GNNNGG…” Sombra clenched his eyes shut when he felt both feathers dance around the bottom of his hooves, making him strain against the bindings like he was trying to break them off. Much like before, the tips were just barely touching the bottom of his hooves while Shining dragged them along teasingly. Heck, they were even circling around the outer sides of them, which were the least sensitive regions; but still, just the sensation of those feathers tingling such an untouched region of his body was enough to make Sombra use every ounce of composure within him to not start giggling at the feeling. “Hnnnnnn… Nnnhhhhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h…”
Sombra had his muzzle clamped shut just as tightly as his eyes, which were beginning to tear up at the corners. His muzzle began to puff out, like the iron grip of his lips were the only thing keeping any laughter from escaping his muzzle. His legs tried to spasm away from the feathers, despite how useless that actually was. The longer that Shining’s feathers tickled away at Sombra’s hooves, it was becoming more apparent it was getting to the Tyrant from how shaky his pants were getting. His lips began to crack at the corners to smile once more, while a blush was deepening against his cheeks. “Mmmmmph! Nnnnn… NNNNNN…”
Shining could tell that he was bound to break at any time, and he hasn’t even moved his feathers to the middle of his hooves yet. With various creaks and other noises breaking from Sombra’s mouth with each passing second, the Prince slowly… slowly wriggled the tips of those feathers closer to the sensitive middle regions of his hooves.
Sombra’s muscles strained even more from the tingling reverberating throughout his whole body. He writhed within all his bindings, and could feel every inch of his muscles contorting from the intensity of that sensation. Even with all the torture he gave himself over a millennium ago, he never experienced anything as overwhelming or uncomfortable as this. With all the concentration he was putting on keeping himself from laughing, he was barely noticing how much the rest of his body was tensing up from Shining’s unrelenting tickles.
All of Shining Armor’s focus was spent getting those feathers ever so closer to the middle of Sombra’s hooves. The tips dragged and dangled against the smooth keratin, circling around the borders and spiraling in ever closer to those untouched regions which he knew would make Sombra give in. Shining was just an inch from the centers when he overheard the Tyrant’s composure give away. “Hhhhhhhhehehehe… Hehehehehehe! Hehehe… he he..”
And that was the moment those feather tips dusted right in the middle of Sombra’s hooves.
“HhhhhhhHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Sombra began roaring in laughter as his entire body convulsed against the table. The tickling was becoming unbearable, and his breathing was becoming incredibly faint despite his cackling. Tears were stemming down his cheeks, even though his eyes were tightly shut, and there was nothing he could do but laugh while enduring such a torturous ordeal. He was starting to feel suffocated from the lack of air going back into his lungs, leaving his resistance to crumble before the Prince. “HAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAA… S-S-STOOOOOP!!!”
Shining continued to tickle those hooves like he didn’t even hear it, although his wide grin was enough proof that he did. Those feathers wriggled even faster against Sombra’s sensitive keratin as he spoke above the laughter. “Just tell me how to find it, Sombra! If you give me the answer, this’ll all be over!”
A brief wheeze was the only thing that Sombra could inhale with his face becoming redder. “Nnnnnggg… Hnhnhnhnhnhn… N-N-NEVER!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Sombra may have been vigilant, but it wasn’t like the Prince wasn’t prepared. While the Tyrant continued to laugh uncontrollably under Shining’s tickling, he was unable to notice that two more feathers were coming into play. But instead of going double-time on Sombra’s hooves, Shining concentrated as the two new feathers glided up towards Sombra’s forelegs. It was by then that Shining started to notice something else, but he wasn’t able to really focus on it as his attention went to the pits beneath Sombra’s outstretched forelegs.
As soon as the two feathers went to tickle within those musky, sensitive pits, Sombra’s eyes shot wide-open as a new level of intensity shot through every nerve of his body. His laughter temporarily died down for a brief moment, like a fuse within him overloaded from too much tickling; but luckily, that moment of silence was only so he could actually take a forced breath. With now his hooves AND his pits being submitted to such a tremendous ordeal, his head lurched forward while howling like a madpony in his restraints. “HHHHAAAAAAAAA… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Shining was starting to giggle as well, just from how much fun he was having taking down a villain like this. Sombra’s eyes clenched shut as he tried to speak between giggles, despite the tickling being constant through out his pulsating body. “Hehehehehe… P-P-Please…. P-please S-S-STOOPPPP, hnnnnnnnnAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Tell me how to find the horn!” demanded the Prince as he continued with the four feathers.
“Hehehehe… I-I-I-I CANT!!!”
“Then it’s not stopping!” Shining used his utmost focus to make the feathers circle around their regions at the same time, which made Sombra squirm while giggling and crying at the same time.
“Yeh… yeh… YEH…” Sombra tried his hardest to speak, but it was almost impossible from how much his body was tensed and writhing from the immense tingling that was coursing through his veins like some addictive venom. He was barely able to breathe when he tried to yell out. “Y-You… hehehehe… Y-You d-d-don’t…. Und-d-d-derSTAND!!! HAHAHAHA!!!”
Shining replied in a sing-song tone, “Don’t understand whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?~”
“I… I… Hahahahaha… I D-DON’T KNOW THE EXACT SPOT!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! IT’S… It’s… IT’S SOMETHING I HAVE TO BE NEAR TO SENSE!!! LIKE A MMMMMMMMMM… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!”
That was when Shining Armor pulled away all four feathers at the same time, leaving Sombra to slam his head back against the table and suck in deep breaths while sweating like a pig. His face was still deeply blushed as a few remaining giggles escaped, and trails of tears matted his fur alongside his face. All of his muscles ached from how badly they tensed up from that intense tickling, and his legs burned when they had a moment to relax against their bondage. Meanwhile, Shining began to walk around the table with a grinning leer down at the fallen King. “So… if I’m hearing things correctly…”
Sombra’s ears perked up, and he looked up at Shining while panting like an exhausted dog. Shining’s head tilted as he asked, “You’re saying you have to be near the horn to sense it? Hmmm… Interesting…”
Sombra growled as his muzzle grew a murderous sneer up at the Prince. He was still unable to feel his own body due to how badly his muscles were aching, but he still glared up at Shining as he said in a menacing growl, “I’m not saying anything else, you GELDING!!!”
Despite that insult, Shining just chuckled as he stood at the side of Sombra’s table. His horn remained lit to hold two feathers threateningly. “Oh really?” he jeered with a smirk back at the Tyrant; however, his eyes slowly began to look down Sombra’s body as he added, “Because something tells me you’d talk if I continued…”
Sombra’s stare on him intensified, but only until he saw what the Prince was cheekily looking at. As soon as his eyes caught a glance down at his body, he gasped with his eyes wide open. “W-WHAT THE!”
Between his legs, Sombra’s cock was fully unsheathed and erect.
The Prince giggled as he looked down at the marbled stallionhood, which was a slightly darker shade of grey than Sombra’s coat. Even though it wasn’t mediocre by any means, sporting a length far above average for a stallion, Shining still looked at it like it was a pathetic toy due to the reason it came out. “Well, well, well,” chastised Shining with a mocking tone before looking back at Sombra’s shocked face. “It seems like you REALLY like to be tickled, don’t you?”
Sombra didn’t say anything for a brief moment while staring down at his member in shock, pondering how the buck that happened. There… there’s no way! He thought to himself in a growing panic. That can’t be from what happened! I… I seriously can’t be into this!
Sombra’s bottom jaw trembled in confusion before his eyes caught glance of Shining’s magic, which was making a feather dangle right above the Tyrant’s towering cock. The Prince was even making the tip of that feather circle right above the cockhead, teasing Sombra with what might happen. The second feather floated a little lower, and was left hovering just barely out of reach of the Tyrant’s plump balls.
“Now,” began Shining as his eyes narrowed down at Sombra, “I can do one of two things, depending on what you tell me. If you’re able to tell me exactly how your horn reacts when in your presence, then maybe…”
Sombra sucked some air in through his teeth when he felt the lower feather start to tickle at his hanging sack. That intensely tingling sensation made the Tyrant’s legs clench in tightly, and also got his balls to ride up an inch or so. However, that sack was still able to be tickled by Shining’s magic, which soon made Sombra begin to giggle after little resistance.
“A-AH! Nnnnnnnn… H-Hee! Hehehehehehehe…”
Along with the tickling his balls were receiving, Sombra blushed deeply when he realized he could feel his cock throbbing at the stimulation that was occurring. But despite his growing embarrassment and confusion, his head lurched forward as his smiling maw opened wider to laugh more. “Hhhhhhhh... HAHAHAHAHA!!! Oohoohoohoohoohoohoohoo~”
The feather continued to dangle against Sombra’s balls, but he soon felt the second feather drag slooooowly up the Tyrant’s throbbing shaft. A bead of pre began to develop at the tip of his cock, which grew larger with each throb that came from Shining’s tickling. Sombra’s face blushed even deeper as he cackled wildly with his tearing eyes shut. “BWAAAAA, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! Mmmmmmm…”
Despite still giglging under his breath strongly enough to make his whole body bob up and down on the table, Sombra bit his lip as his hind legs squirmed at the sensations he was feeling along his balls and shaft. It was enveloping him in a tingling, almost alien-like feeling he never experienced before. His eyes shut even tighter as his giggling turned into strained moans. “MMMMMMmmmmm… Nnnnnhnhnhnhnhnhnhnhnhnnnnnnn… HnhnhnhnnnnnnNNNNN--”
It wasn’t until the tickling instantly stopped that Sombra was able to open his eyes from the sudden change. He was panting deeply, and he could tell his forehead was beading with sweat. His eyes were still watery from how tantalizing that tickle was becoming, but he was still able to see that Shining pulled both feathers from his cock. His length was throbbing, nearly trembling in need as it laid untouched on the table in front of Shining. He also saw that a line of precum had rolled down the length of his member, with more gushing out at the tip to slowly pour down like wax on a candle. Meanwhile, Shining only waited a couple seconds before stating firmly, “MAYBE! I might finish that. But if you refuse to tell me anything useful, then I can easily leave this dungeon and leave you blue-balled.”
Sombra’s breaths were short and heavy, and his glare up at the Prince intensified as he laid in such a tense and emotionally clouded state. Despite how badly he wanted to tell Shining off, all that the Tyrant could think about was receiving some form of release. After all that buildup, and being pushed that close to the brink with just tickling (something he never fathomed he would experience in his lifetime), Sombra’s blush deepened as he looked between his needy stallionhood and the grinning Prince.
Shining Armor narrowed his eyes on him as his cocky smirk grew, knowing that he was going to win either way. Even if Sombra refused to talk, the satisfaction of leaving him alone in a dungeon without cumming would be just as gratifying to the unicorn. Of course, the fact that the former King was squirming badly in his restraints made Shining stand in wait. Sombra’s muzzle wrinkled as antsy groans escaped his mouth, and his hips tried to sway back and forth as a means to get some form of satisfaction on his own; unfortunately, all that did was make his throbbing cock bob around aimlessly like a buoy in the ocean, precum still dripping down its length.
Seeing how desperate Sombra was looking with his strained expression and needy groans, Shining decided to up the ante by dangling a single feather right in front of his face. Sombra growled in pent-up sexual frustration at the sight of that feather, but the increased fidgeting around his bindings proved to no avail. Meanwhile, the Prince just stood and waited, knowing that the Tyrant was going to give in soon. “Five… Four…”
Sombra gritted his teeth while hearing Shining’s countdown. He wanted him to just get to one and leave already, purely so he wouldn’t be subjected to any more degradation. But with his heart racing in exhiliration, and his cock pulsating between his legs to make every muscle strain in need, it took everything it had in him to not wail out and beg for that feather again.
“Three…”
The Tyrant absolutely loathed that he was in this kind of humiliating situation, but at the same time, that stimulating sensation he felt from those feathers was digging deeper and deeper into his mind like some sort of deranged parasite. He wanted to push those thoughts away, but he had to bite his tongue just to keep from speaking out loud. With each millisecond that passed, Sombra strained even tighter as he heard Shining’s voice become sterner.
“Two…” jeered the Prince with a toothy grin.
“HRRRNGH!!” Sombra writhed and squirmed on the table, wanting more than anything to just stroke himself and get out of this Tickle Tartarus. Even with his enemy standing right in front of him, the Tyrant couldn’t focus on how he wanted to kill him. All he could think about were those feathers… touching him… stimulating him…
All over…
Until he couldn’t--
“ONE.”
“IT’S CONNECTED TO MY PRESENCE!!!” screamed Sombra with his eyes clenched shut. He could feel every ounce of his conscience screaming at him for even opening his muzzle, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to give in. “I DESIGNED THE HORN MYSELF WITH MY MAGIC!!! IF IT’S AWAY FROM MY HEAD, IT’LL ACTIVATE IF IT’S NEAR ME!!! IT… IT’LL HEAT UP AND GLOW, OKAY!?!”
Sombra then reeled his head back and panted in emasculated shame, not willing to even open his eyes and glance up at the Prince who bested him. Instead, all he could hear was Shining chuckling in response to the Tyrant’s desperate admission. “Well, well, well… I really expected more from you, Sombra. All those years of testing your immortality and pain threshold, and I managed to make you talk with nothing but a feather~”
The Tyrant’s fanged jaws clenched tightly in seething rage. He wanted to yell every curse word he could think of to insult Shining Armor and everyone he loved, but he knew he couldn’t speak up now. His mind was still reeling in lustful need as he felt his cock throbbing for attention, begging for that feeling again. However, he didn’t feel anything yet; it wasn’t until a brief moment of silence that Shining decided to stop waiting.
“Look at me,” said the Prince in an especially dominant voice.
Sombra breathed out in a shaky huff before obeying, slowly reopening his eyes to glance up at the stallion. Shining was standing with a smirk right beside Sombra’s cock, but the item he had in his magic was what made the Tyrant’s jaw drop:
A large feather duster.
“Beg for it,” ordered Shining, his eyes narrowed down at the fallen King.
Sombra’s muzzle pursed shut, but his face remained a deep shade of red. Meanwhile, his whole body writhed in confliction at the sight of that duster just inches from his twitching stallionhood. It was clear that he wanted it; no… he needed it. With his breathing becoming more rapid by the second, Sombra felt his composure crumbling away when he gave in to the Prince’s order.
“P… Please,” he muttered with a needy, but still livid mutter up at him.
“Please what?” asked Shining with a tilt of his head. “And you better speak up.”
A low and venomous groan escaped through his teeth, but Sombra took a shaky breath before complying. “P-Please… use the duster…”
“Be specific.”
With the stern tone Shining was giving him, Sombra could see how he ended up being a Royal Guard. He may have looked like a pathetic pawn of Celestia’s, but he knew how to cut the bullshit. Sombra’s eyes clenched shut in growing shame, but his cock was still desperate for release and making him speak truthfully.
“P-Please… Use the duster to ti… Tickle my… cock.”
Shining bent his head in towards Sombra’s face slowly. “Louder.”
Sombra sucked some air in through his teeth and squirmed in desperation. “P… Please tickle my cock.”
“Louder.”
“T-Tickle my cock!”
“LOUDER!”
“I SAID TICKLE MY COCK, PLEASE!!! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE TICKLE IT WITH THE DUSTER!!!”
Sombra was given no warning, and his degradation was rewarded with a sudden intensity of tingling that danced around his throbbing length. Dozens of feathers that were connected to the duster were moving around every inch of his stallionhood, from the tip of his cock to his sensitive balls. Sombra tensed against his bindings as strongly as he could, his back arching forward as he felt his cock and balls get barraged with an unholy amount of tickling that dusted his cock and made his muscles tense up immensely. All of his nerves were overloaded with a vivid electricity, which made his cock feel as sensitive as ever while being tickled so ruthlessly. His eyes clenched shut, and he was only able to take a brief breath before the floodgates opened:
“Nnnnnnggggg… BWAAAAA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! Hhhhhhhh GAAAAAAAAA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Shining’s dusting only lasted about twenty seconds at the most, but it was more than enough to get the Tyrant off. That duster went over every part of Sombra’s cock, making it twitch and throb strongly while the stallion cracked up and writhed around on the table. Sombra’s laughter soon turned to a hefty moan as his face scrunched in tightly. His legs tensed as hard as they could as his cock made several pronounced throbs at the overwhelming tingling he was receiving from that duster.
“Hehehehehehe!!! Hnhnhnhnhnhnhnnnnnnnn… Hnnnnnnnn... HNNNNNNNN~... NNNNNNNAHHHHH!!!”
After all that teasing and buildup, Sombra roared as every inch of his body writhed from the sensation of cumming to that duster. His cock pulsated as rope after rope of his cum shot out, all while barely being touched at all. Sombra rode his hips up with each pulse, letting his load practically pour out of his cock like a broken faucet. The Tyrant groaned out in shameful pleasure as his legs strained, allowing him to pump every last drop of his milky white seed from his tickled member. By the time all the tingling sensations went away, Sombra’s entire body felt numb as he slumped back on the table while breathing heavily.
His mind felt blank for a brief moment, like he was experiencing some high he never experienced before. In the aftermath of his orgasm, his mind was too hazy to comprehend much for the next few seconds or so. All that he could see though his cloudy vision was Shining’s blue magic bringing something out to hover above him. After narrowing his eyes, the Tyrant was able to see that it was a… plastic baggie?
Sombra was coming back to consciousness, and blinked a couple times while looking up at Shining groggily. “Wh… What the…”
“Well, that was a success,” said Shining as his magic kept every drop of Sombra’s cum levitated in the air like it was frozen in motion. He carefully floated all the contents to the inside of the bag before zipping it up tightly. “You wanna know a fun fact, Sombra? According to my sister, sperm cells can actually survive up to twenty four hours after ejaculation! That means that with your DNA, we can easily go around the frozen north and find your horn in no time!”
Sombra’s eyes widened, realizing what the Prince had done. Not only did he humiliate and violate his body (while giving him a kink he never thought he had), but Shining also used him to make sure he would never reclaim his horn.
“And as soon as we find it,” piped Shining happily while putting the baggie aside, “Celestia and Luna can destroy it for good, and then we can move on to your trial.” His gaze returned to the Tyrant’s stunned expression as a wide smile spread across his own face. “Isn’t that great?”
Without giving Sombra a chance to reply, Shining then left the dungeon with his “tools” and evidence. “Have a good rest, ‘King’. I have a feeling it’s gonna be one of the last few you’ll ever have.”
The door slammed behind Shining after he left, leaving Sombra alone in the pitch black room once more. His eyes blinked repeatedly, still trying to fathom what just happened. Realizing that he’d been had, the stallion strained against his bindings and screamed out in overwhelming anger and frustration. Of course, due to the dungeon being sound-proofed, only Shining was able to hear him as he left with a satisfied chuckle.
