King Dainn had ruled over Equestria for nearly a year now. Things were going smoothly, to say the least; practically every female was subjugated, he had successfully 'reeducated' the Princesses into being his personal toys, and, best of all, there was not a single living male who could best him. His authority: unquestionable; The loyalty of his citizens: unwavering; His new empire: indomitable.
His prized sun-slut was the one who woke him up on this particularly fine morning. She'd fallen asleep on top of him after last night's raucous indulgences. His cock was still inside of her when they'd fallen asleep, but that was no matter. The fact she didn't think to remove it just showed to Dainn that she was completely under his control. She craved his cock- as any right-minded cunt should- and obeyed his every command without question. He'd once ordered her to shove a five-week-old corn cob up her ass because he was bored, and, to his surprise, she obliged within seconds of him handing her the poor vegetable. It had actually been kind of funny to watch, if he was being completely honest.
After their routine morning coitus, Dainn had done his duty as the new King of Equestria, and raised the sun. The once-proud Princess knelt at his feet, doing her own duty: cleaning his cock. After that little ritual had been done, Dainn did the other thing he did every morning, and went to take a shower. His cock-craving toy had followed him, and, as per the usual, bent over for her master to take her while he washed himself.
When he exited the shower and dried off, Dainn felt a little odd. He could smell some kind of otherworldly stench pervading the air, and it was making his nose crinkle up in disgust.
"Master Dainn," Celestia said timidly, "what's wrong? You seem upset."
"I'm fine, sun-slut," the King replied, his entire face now twisted into a full-on cringe. "Just some odd funk in the air is all. Now do your master proud, and go wake up my sons."
"Yes, Master Dainn!" the ex-Princess said quickly and excitedly. Her face had practically turned a new level of happiness when he'd given her the command. It wasn't unlike her to become so elated at the prospect of taking orders. The King suspected that might stem from the fact that she was so used to giving them. Now that she was taking the orders, it was like a new feeling of control in her life. That what he theorized, at least. There was always an underlying psychological reason behind the behaviour of slaves, and Dainn had commissioned several studies on the female psyche during his relatively short reign. Each completed study revealed new insights into the working of the minds of cunts, and, although there were quite a few leaps of logic in places, they were always fascinating to read.
There was that smell again. He'd been trying to place the stench for a good few minutes before he finally managed to do so. It was like a combination of rotten eggs and spoiled milk: the scent of pure, unhinged, vitriolic energy. Just then, Dainn felt a massive shockwave strike his antlers. A burst of pure magical energy, unlike any the King had ever even considered possible. He staggered from the impact of the magic on his body, eventually falling down onto the floor. It took a few seconds of hyperventilation to get his breathing back to normal. His door guards, and even a few servants, had rushed in to see what was going on.
"Your regal majesty!" one of the guards said, fear being the most prevalent emotion in his voice. "Are you alright? What happened? Was it an assassin-"
"Calm yourself, boy." Dainn interrupted loudly. "I'm fine, I just...felt something in the magical spectrum," the King said as he rose to stand up straight. "It seems we have a new inhabitant. One-Antler," Dainn spoke as he turned to the guard on his left, "tell Marshal Spike to assemble the War Council. NOW!"
"Yes, your radiant magnificence!" the guard replied as he quickly exited the room.
The King turned to look out on his capital as he contemplated what this could mean for his empire.
"I have a very bad feeling about this..."
