Heroes In Their Clutches

The sound of two pairs of marching metal boots was accompanied by that of the smooth edge of claws scraping across the stone floors. Deeper and deeper, through door after door, the two helmeted crystal ponies dragged the battered and bruised young dragon into the caves underneath the Crystal Castle.

Spike could feel himself getting further and further away from his friends, from the Crystal Heart, from hope.

No! Not hope! They can take care of themselves! They’re still still out there! They’re just… regrouping; coming up with a new plan to beat this bitch.

Whatever that plan was, Spike could see he’d have no part in it. The red-glowing helmets around the crystal ponies that had attacked him at the top of the tower seemed to make them in-equinely strong, and immune to pain. After the beating he’d received, there was nothing he could do to stop them from taking him to whatever fate Sombra had in store for him.

Spike estimated from the cold air and how many steps they’d descended that they were a good 100 meters below the crystal castle. They’d passed the empty dungeon area some time ago, and now the only light source were the glowing purple crystals growing from the walls.

As they came to the first door they’d seen in a while at the end of a long cave, a terrible though crossed Spike’s mind.

What if they’re going to put a helmet on me? He looked up at the head of the pony on his right, and then to the door. What if Sombra’s going to make me fight my friends? And will I even know what she’s making me do from inside there?

They arrived at the medium-sized wooden door, and the guard holding the dragon’s left arm pulled it part way open before stepping inside to allow the right one took the handle and finish the motion.

Spike was expecting to see a metal table, surgical implements and several empty helmets inside, but all he saw as he was dragged into the tall, round cavernous room and the door shut behind them were two iron manacles hanging down from the tall ceiling.

Regular torture, I guess. That, or starvation.

He could already feel his stomach burning.

As they came up to the hanging chains though, they turned him around to face the door, and Spike saw something on the wall he had missed on his way in. A carved stone rack on which hung instruments of torture, yes, but not regular.

Leather whips and blindfolds, plus butt-plugs, dildos, and gags made of black crystal.

Spike’s eyes went wide and almost teary, and his jaw dropped.

No! Oh, Celestia, no! Not with her!!

Adrenaline rushed into his veins, reinvigorating his body. He got back on his feet, but that actually made the guards job easier, as they were now able to lift his arms high enough and quickly snap the metal contraptions around them. His new restraints were heavy and cold around his wrists, and when Spike heard them click shut, he panicked.

“Nooo!” he shouted, looking up at his suspended wrists and tugging down on them to no avail.

“Nooooo!!” he yelled again, more angrily, and temporarily forgot that the guards weren’t in control of themselves to try to kick them both.

The mind control, however, seemed to have done nothing to dull their reflexes, and after they’d secured him they quickly stepped to the sides and were out of the dragon’s now very limited reach before he could do anything more than lightly brush one of them with his foot.

“You can’t do this to me! Sombra’ll rape and whip me to death!” he pleaded, his eyes now definitely teary, but both guards simply turned around and walked to the manacles’ anchor points on either side of the room.

“Oh, no,” Spike thought out loud as they each unclasped the chains from their hooks. Being hung by his wrists was probably the least painful thing the young dragon was in store for, but it still wasn’t going to be easy on his bruised body. He looked up again, and tried to steal himself before the guards began pulling down, and his cuffs dug into his wrists on their way up. The cuffs were wide enough to prevent serious damage, but the pain in his wrists was still terrible until he began balancing himself on the front of his feet.

By the time the guards secured the chains on the anchors again, Spike had found a reasonably comfortable stance, but kicking like he had before would inflict terrible agony.

The two guards then both began walking towards the door, and Spike thought they were going to leave him until they got close and instead approached the rack.

“W-wait!” Spike tried to beg. He supposed that even if he was straight, being molested by two mindless zombie stallions was better than some alone time with their mistress, but he still hoped against hope that he could somehow reason with or appeal to them before they violated his body in every way imaginable.

“You don’t want to do this! We can still help you! Just fight Sombra’s influence!”

The guards didn’t even seem to notice. The one on the left took a leg-spreader and a pair of scissors, and the one on the right a ball gag. The young dragon squeezed his legs as close together as his bondage would allow, exercising what little freedom of movement he still had.

With their new tools, the guards returned to Spike’s side, the one with the blindfold and gag circling around behind him.

“Whuh- what’re you gonna do to me?” Spike asked pointlessly, trying to turn his head around to look at the guard. The stallion still had no difficulty swinging the black crystal ball over his head. No sooner had the dragon clamped his mouth shut than the guard in front of him punched his hand with the scissors into his stomach.

Despite the dragon’s well-toned abs, the blow from the strong stallion easily knocked the wind out of him and caused his head to whip forwards while his feet lost their balance. Now his stomach hurt, his wrists hurt, his lungs hurt, and when the second guard pulled the gag back into his gasping mouth and clipped it, preventing him from catching his breath as easily, his spread jaw hurt. Spike was in Tartarus, and things were only going to get worse.

Now silent, and knowing the consequences for disobedience, Spike regained his footing, but offered no further resistance as he was further bound and prepared. Snip by snip, his t-shirt, jeans and underwear were all cut to tatters until his purple and green body was stark naked before the two zombies.

When he felt the front guard knelt down and pushed on the inside of his ankles, he obediently, but carefully to not be hang again, slid his legs apart until his feet hurt from him standing on the very tips of his toes. The crystal bar was placed underneath his hanging balls, and fastened to each ankle.

After he was totally helpless, Spike looked to the rack and expected the guards to either add more toys (perhaps up his puckered and exposed anus, or over his eyes), or to begin molesting him right away. But the two guards turned and headed straight for the door without even walked back out the door without even looking at the rack or back at their handiwork. The door closed behind them and was locked, leaving the suspended dragon alone it total silence, with only the sight of the torture devices on the wall to keep him company. It looked like Sombra would be the one to molest him after all.

Eventually.

55 bottles of beer on the wall, 55 bottles of beer…

Spike tried in vain to amuse himself as the hours ticked by. Where was Dusk right now? Where were Cadance and Shining? Where were the other elements? Thankfully, he hadn’t seen a single one of them die or get captured before he was taken atop the tower, but unless they’d pulled a full retreat and left the Crystal Empire, and him, once again in Sombra’s dark clutches, he should have heard the ground shaking or something by now.

Spike’s bruises were getting better, but now his jaw, legs, ankles, and arms were all sore from him being bound so long.

Will have to sleep like this? When are they planning on feeding me?

But he actually preferred the mystery over anypony actually coming through the door he was constantly staring at to possibly answer his questions; as long as he was alone, he wasn’t being tortured, wasn’t be raped, wasn’t being put in one of thos-

*Click-clock*

Oh, fuck.

The now unlocked door was bathed in dark green magic, and swung open. Spike recognized the dark-furred mare immediately, despite her change in attire, from having seen her giant head floating outside the empire’s limits hours ago. If anything, her red bra and thong, plus black garter stockings only made the young dragon whimper harder.

Silently, as she wore no shoes, the dark queen walked inside, her oversized dark tits jiggling under her bra, giving sneak peaks of her darker nipples. The rest of her body was equally voluptuous, with a wide flank and thighs, and very full and long vinyl-black mane. Her face, despite her red and misshapen horn and green, almost hypnotic, glowing eyes, was totally symmetrical, and bore a fanged smile.

“Huh- heese!” Spike began to plead before he even realized what he was doing. Tied up and naked in front of evil incarnate, his dignity took a serious backseat. “Hi- hime horry! Hone hurr he!”

“Oh, you poor fool,” Sombra’s whispered audibly as her eyes narrowed and horn glowed to pull a purple whip off the rack and into her hands. “Your begging only makes it better for me!”

Despite what his captor had just said, the young dragon was about to start begging for mercy again when Sombra threw her hand back, bringing the whip over her shoulder as her eyes locked on his chest. Spike clenched his eyes, fists and toes shut in anticipation for what he knew was coming next. He also instinctively tried to curl into a ball to defend himself, but the moment his lifted his feet and their spreader an inch off the ground, agony shot through his wrists until he stood again.

There was a loud crack that echoed all around the cavern, and Spike felt the sharpest blade in the universe slash across his healing chest, making him throw his head back and scream through his gag in the greatest agony he thought possible. He almost lost his balance and invited a second source of pain, but managed to stay on his feet.

Earlier, he’d thought he’d felt the true extent of Sombra’s cruelty when he saw Dusk say he didn’t need him anymore, but there really was no substitute for physical pain.

Spike hung his head again, keeping his eyes shut. He couldn’t tell if he was actually bleeding in a massive gash across his chest or if it only felt like it and his scales had done their job of protecting him from piercing attacks, but he dared not look for fear of seeing the next strike coming.

*Crack*!!

“Heeeeeaaaaaaa!” Spike threw his head back again and yelled at the top of his lungs. The second strike was from the opposite direction, and seemed to hurt his softened flesh twice as badly.

As younger brother to the Element of Magic, Spike had known since that fateful Summer Sun Celebration that his life would be almost as fraught with difficulty and danger as Dusk’s, but this wasn’t just capture or humiliation, and the threat-

*Crack*!!

“Heeeeeaaaaaaaaaaa!”

• was so real and so immediate, nothing like an eternal night or world of chaos. Spike knew he was thinking selfishly, but at that moment, he feared the mare whipping him more than any dark alicorn, god of chaos, or narcissistic magician.

*Crack*!!

“Huuuhh!”

The last strike hit his midsection, excruciatingly stinging his hard abdominals, and knocking the air from his lungs for a second time. His eyes finally opened, just in time to see a madly grinning Sombra swinging her toy around for a second blow to the same area before he had any chance to catch his breath

*Crack*!!

“Heeeh”

As he tried desperately to suck air into his burning lungs, Spike felt like his chest had no more skin or scales, and was nothing but some bleeding tatters. When he looked down though, he saw nothing; no blood, no redding, not even any displaced scales. Instead of being relieved, though, Spike realized the lengths this would allow Sombra to go to without having to inflict permanent damage, and was even more terrified.

When he looked up again though, instead of reading another blow, Sombra was walking around to his right, curling the whip up as the walked. Spike wanted to hope that she was done for now, but even in his almost complete panic, knew better.

“All the most attractive stallions in the empire used to be mine to call upon,” the dark queen said, eyeing up her new price's naked body as she came around behind him, where his eyes couldn’t follow, and stopped. “That is, until your princess tried to take what was rightfully mine.”

Spike was trying to think of something to (try to) say, although he wasn’t sure what tone it’d carry, when:

*Crack*!!

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” the first strike on his tight dragon ass connected, and unlike all the previous times, the pain shot through his entire body, and in addition to his right cheek feeling like it’d been sliced clean open, his entire body burned for a second.

He scooted himself an inch forward out of instinct, but his manacles left no room for movement in any direction, and the pain returned to his wrists as he went to far and began to hang from them again.

This time though, he didn’t stand back up, as as ass hurt far too much. Instead, he simply let the pain continue and rested the tops of his feet on the ground, hanging his crying face.

“When I saw you atop my tower, I claimed you as my first mate in this millenium. Perhaps your purple and white unicorn allies will join you when they return…”

“Return” Spike’s ears perked up. Return! They’re al-

*Crack*!!

“Heeeeeaaaaaaa!” Sombra struck him over his other ass cheek.

“But for now, I’m going to break you down…

*Crack*!

“Strike,”

*Crack*!

“By,”

*Crack*!

“Strike, until you know Sombra is your queen, your mistress, your goddess, and you beg for the honor of satisfying her in bed.”

*Crack*!

“But, *chuckle* please, continue to hope that your friends will rescue you, or that you will escape, or that I’ll be defeated again.”

*Crack*!

“I’m in no rush.”

*click-clock*

Spike looked up, and realized from how he was hanging that he must have fallen asleep again.

His arms were almost completely numb from being above his so long, while his legs had the opposite problem of all the blood draining to his feet. As the door swung open Spike looked down and focused on standing back up the best he could. When his bloated soles touched the ground, it was agony in his feet, and as he stood up, he nearly passed out again as the blood took so long to reach his every limb.

The apparent folly of purposefully getting oneself alert just for another session of torture was not lost on the young dragon, but he knew from when Sombra had used the paddles that she would get him awake and feeling every constantly changing torment one way or another; at least this way he wasn’t giving her an excuse to hit even harder.

“How long do you think you’ve been down here, pet?” the dark queen said from the doorway. Spike was caught off guard by her question, and looked up at her confused. Obviously, there was no way to watch the sun and moon rises from hundreds of meters below ground, and the dark glow of the crystals in the cavern kept one’s circadian clock constantly around 9 PM. Spike could barely tell whether he was awake or asleep at a given moment, so all he had to go on were hid feedings and his sessions with his new owner.

Let’s see, there was the whip, and then the magic shocks, and then the riding crops… Three times? Has that really been it?

“I- I don’t know,” he eventually replied tiredly.

“I don’t know, Mistress!” Sombra hissed at him sideways while approaching the rack. “I did not order your feeders to remove your gag so you could disrespect your new owner!”

Spike felt this a natural time to say something even more disrespectful, but kept quiet for obvious reasons…

That is, until he saw what Sombra took off the rack and inspected in her hands.

“Wait. No! You can’t!” Spike pleaded, involuntary clenching his sprinter.

“I do not see any alicorns around to stop me,” Sombra chided casually as she caressed the length of the 12-inch black crystal strap-on.

Feeling the device to her liking, the dark queen turned and walked toward the suspected dragon, fastening the straps of the dildo around her thick hips.

That thing’s fucking huge! And she’s gonna stick it up my ass?! Spike thought, his eyes going wide as saucers.

Everything Sombra had done up to that point, as horrible as it had been, had only been to his surface. Being impaled up his most sensitive of places elicited new feelings of terror in the young dragon.

“Puh- please!” Spike said, teary-eyed as Sombra circled around behind him again, and he felt more vulnerable that he ever had in his life.

“What was it I told you about begging?” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder.

“Noooooaaaaaahhh!” Spike’s cries turned to screams as Sombra thrusted upward, and the cold tip of the strap-on painfully speared through the dragon’s puckered rectum, and entered his inner ass.

Spike felt like he was taking the biggest shit of his life, only it was cold, and wasn’t going out. While clenching his fists and eyes, he initially tried to do the same with his ass muscles, but that only made the almost-stabbing pain around the rock-solid shaft even worse.

Spike exhaled deeply and let his ass relax as much as he could. Doing so relieved some of the physical pain, but brought with it new emotional pain, as it felt like surrendering, but he had no choice.

With how she’d magically appeared over the Crystal Empire, and with the current power dynamics, it was easy to forget that Sombra was actually a good head shorter than the young dragon, not counting her horn, especially with him standing on his toes as he was. The dark queen had to push up on her own toes to get the rod to slowly slide in further, but it nonetheless happened.

Centimeter by centimeter, more and more of the crystal shaft slid in, and more and more of Spike’s organs were agonizingly displaced.

At least, it was agonizing at first. The pain of being speared by something so hard and so cold never went away, but was gradually joined by…

Spike opened his eyes.

What’s this? Why does it feel like that sliding i- uuuuugh!

Spike moaned, as the the rod hit his male g-spot, and his body shook with a shock of pleasure. His subsequent spasms, though, gouged his insides on the dildo painfully until he regained his composure.

The prostate gland! Fuck!. She’s gonna make me cum by doing- *gasp*!

Sombra’s artificial cock poked his lower intestine, and Spike was totally filled up. A new wave of shame rushed over him, as he realized how ridiculous and pathetic he must look; a dragon, and the brother to the Element of Magic, chained up and put in what was considered the most submissive of sexual positions by such an evil pony.

The dark queen then slowly relaxed her feet to allow it to begin sliding back down to the tip. Some relief came, both physical and emotional, as he was emptied again, but the sliding feeling was new stimulation that kept forcing his cock from its sheath despite the the still-present pain.

No. She can’t take me like this!

But Spike’s protests even sounded weak in his head.

Once she was down to the tip again, she pressed in again, and the the young dragon couldn’t help but let out of moan of both pleasure and pain.Slowly, but surely, Sombra worked up a steady rhythm of in and out. With each thrust came the pain of being forced apart, but also a wave of pleasure originating just behind his cock bringing him closer to an orgasm he could feel would be different from anything he’d ever experienced.

Spike tried to stay focused at first, but under the sensory overload, his concentration soon devolved into a mess of moans and grunts as head and dick bobbed up and down with his spasms.

As she thrusted in once, Sombra leaned in to his ear and paused her fucking to whisper:

“You may be a dragon, but before Queen Sombra’s might, you are a weak plaything like all others.”

Then she resumed her pegging of her new fucktoy, and it took maybe another 15 thrusts in and out before Spike screamed despite having no breath, and shot everything he had into the air in front of him. His orgasm was easily the most powerful of his life, but there was no real pleasure for the young dragon, as not only was his whole ass now sore both inside and out, but his climax itself felt forced and unnatural.

Once his balls were totally drained, Spike opened his eyes and looked down to see his dripping member the white pool on the floor. For some reason, the sight hurt him, even though the evidence that he was completely at the dark queen's mercy was still in his ass.

… and starting to move again, even though he could feel his aching body would be torn apart if it was put through that again.

Oh fuck! No! Please!

Break you down, strike by strike.

That’s what the dark queen had vowed, and honestly, Spike had never doubted that that’d be exactly what she’d do.

If Dusk, one of the other Elements, or a princess had been in his situation, their love of their friends and Equestria would have been all the strength they’d need to stay strong. Perhaps they’d pretend to submit using their social skills, only to put a well-deserved knife in Sombra’s back at the first opportunity.

But Spike the Dragon was none of those things; just a kid along for the ride, and Sombra would see through any attempt by him to play her as if he was as transparent as her subjects.

No, she would- she did keep whipping, and spanking, and violating until everything in the young dragon’s life revolved around her, and he would do absolutely anything to get on her good side.

“Anything?” Sombra repeated with a mocked raised eyebrow and smirk.

“Anything!” Spike gasped out. “You’re the rightful ruler of the Crystal Empire,” he continued in a horse and dry voice. “And I’ll tell you anything you want to know about the Elements, or Shining Armor, or the princesses. I’ll be your slave for the rest of my days, just please…”

Spike’s voice trailed off, as if he was afraid to say what it was he wanted stopped aloud and make his surrender evident as the selfish act it was.

What were Dusk and Celestia thinking, dragging me around to fight these monsters? He’s brilliant, and she’s powerful, but I’m just a piece of meat that horny demonesses will gobble right up.

The young dragon cursed his attractive, but physically quite weak body that he had once hoped would help him win him Rarity’s favor, but kept his attention on the lingerie-clad queen in front of him.

Sombra’s horn glowed, but Spike had no idea what she was doing with her magic until he felt himself falling and landed sideways on the ground.

His arms were so sore that falling on them didn’t even hurt. Once he realized that Sombra had unlocked his restraints, he looked up at his darkly beautiful mistress, who towered over her subject as she had done weeks ago during the attack.

Next to his head, her stocking-clad leg picked up. He thought she was going to step over him for some purpose, but her foot stopped as it came next to his face, and she flexed it so he had access to the most surface area.

Spike knew what she wanted, and knew what was in store for him if he refused. With only minor hesitation, he pushed his head forwards, and-

*sssmmoooch*

Her stockings felt silk-like in how even his lips couldn’t feel a single stitch in the fabric, but they were also thick enough that he was fully aware he was kissing a sock.

“I wish all my subjects learned their place as fast as you,” Sombra commented in a voice that was louder, and notably more growlish and imposing.

*smooch* *smooch*

Spike considered using his hands to stroke and massage her, but figured he shouldn’t overstep his authority. The young dragon neither tasted nor smelled anything unpleasant in the dark queen's feet -one of the perks of being more dark magic than pony, he supposed- but he imagined Dusk, or Celestia, or worst of all: Rarity, seeing him so pathetic, so submissive, so utterly defeated.

I’ve never had any right to walk among ponies like them; they’re goddesses and elements of harmony, I’m just a stupid baby dragon hatched as part of a school magic test. Taking me on all their Equestria-saving adventures, this was the only way it could possibly end for me.

*smooch* *smoo-*

“Enough!” Sombra put her foot back down, tearing it away from Spike’s lips. “You understand that your fine young dragon body was always destined to become a toy for Queen Sombra’s amusement, or at the very least, you know what awaits you should you ever not act as if you did.”

Spike looked up at her with weak eyes. Her last two statements had been said somewhat like they were questions, but if they weren’t, and he spoke without permission…

“Escape from my palace, much less the Crystal Empire, is impossible for you, and your former friends and allies will soon be my slaves as well.”

Her horn then glowed, and above her right shoulder, a ball of green flame flashed into existence. It burned for a second before fizzling out, revealing a black crystal collar and a tiny grey thong.

“For all eternity, as age spells are well within my power,” she said, floating the two “garments” down to the young dragon. “You will wear your collar and display your body for my viewing pleasure.”

Forever? She’s going to keep me a young dragon to keep using me until Equestria’s end? Spike thought to himself, but didn’t hesitate in taking one badge of enslavement in each hand. The thong was silk, but it looked even smaller up close. The collar was also quite thin, almost resembling a choker (presumably to leave as much of his body accessible) It was solid, smooth black crystal, and seemingly too small to fit over his head, but Spike had read earlier about the enchanted collars Sombra had put on the Crystal Ponies that would phase through the wearer’s neck to be put on, but then never removed.

“And I will make use of that body every hour of every day in every manner. Push the collar against your neck, and consent to be mine forever, cur!”

Spike didn’t even look up as Sombra talked. He took one last glance at the silver ring attached to the front of the collar, and then put the thong between his legs to use both hands to carefully level the back at his neck without putting his fingers through it.

He closed his eyes, but this time, he did hesitate.

Whether or not the others defeat her is totally independent to this. She’s too strong. Making her happy is all I can do for now.

Not feeling much better, Spike brought the thin ring of crystal down. When it came to the point that it felt like it should be touching his Adam’s apple, he was still able to keep pushing it down as if there was nothing between his head and his shoulders. He’s been holding his breath since he closed his eyes, and was now terrified to breath for fear of what might happen in he did so with a piece of crystal halfway into his neck.

The moment his fingers on the edge of the front poked his neck though, he felt the collar all around his throat, and gasped, sitting up and opening his eyes out of momentary fear that he was being strangled. Afterwards, though, he felt the cold ring of rock perfectly snug around his neck, in just the right position to never come into conflict with his neck-apple.

Now in a sitting position, he gingerly reached up to feel the collar with his fingers, but before he could, Sombra lightly kicked his thigh to speed him up.

“We do not have all day for you to become accustomed to your new life!”

Spike heard her horn glow again, and he thought she was going to force the thong onto him, but instead he felt some kind of rope snaking up under his chin.

He quickly looked down to see a black leash of pure magic extending from the ring on his collar, and followed it with his eyes until it formed a loop in Sombra’s held-up fist. He instinctively put his hands up to touch the rope, and felt it flawlessly smooth, but also icily cold. But seeing her newest toy dawdle for a second time as he came to grips with her immense power, Sombra yanked her fist backwards. Instead of feeling (just) the pain of having one’s neck pulled suddenly to its side by super-pony strength, Spike screamed in agony at the sensation of a magical shock originating in his collar, but hitting every part of his body a second later.

The shocks the collar inflicted whenever it’s leash was pulled taught were meant to be terribly painful, but never disorienting to the young dragon. His whole body feeling numb, and many of his blood vessels like they would burst, he again followed his instincts and grabbed his collar, but it fit so well he couldn’t slide a single finger between it and his neck. And after less than a second, he realized that he was doing what had got him shocked in the first place again, and let go to grab the piece of underwear between his legs.

Watching her pet pathetically scramble on the floor to pick on and put on the almost cartoonishly-revealing outfit brought a smile back to Sombra’s face. She knew little of this new time she’d awoken too, but if she could break a not just a dragon, but one the princesses had sent among a few to fight her, so easily, she was going to like it here.

Spike pulled the thong up his thighs, but the cup has so small he was forced to use one hand to properly position his balls before slipping it all the way up. An erection would totally displace it, it not outright tear the fabric to pieces. And the feeling of having anything over that area after so long being naked felt strange, though not unpleasant.

When he tucked his legs in and put his arms behind him to stand up, though, Sombra turned around and took a step towards the door, dragging him sideways and onto his belly again as another shock made him feel like every cell in his body was exploding.

“You are a pet, and pets walk on two feet only when ordered to by their masters, or for acts of sex,” the dark queen’s voice boomed as Spike was still writing on the floor. He heard every word of her new condition of his enslavement though, and quickly processed it.

I’m gonna be crawling on my hands and knees all around the palace? For eternity?!

But once he felt like he even had arms and legs at all again, he slowly pushed himself up into a crawling position.

No, no. It’s just gonna be for now.

“And pets do not talk, either. From now on, you will only bark. Understand?”

However long “now” is. Spike thought, keeping his head hung as he clenched his eyes and fists.

“Now come, pet, to my throne room,” she began walking again, and fearing another shock, crawled behind her, the hard stone floor hurting his knees.

How many flights of stairs was I dragged down to get here? Aw, fuck.

Sombra’s body was surprisingly warm for such a cold-hearted pony. Or perhaps it only felt that way, because everything else in the Crystal Empire gave Spike some sort of chill. The dark queen’s magic kept the snow and cold at bay, but not the clouds themselves, and so the entire city was constantly overcast. Crystal was not the best insulating material either, nor had Sombra bothered to enchant his thong to keep him from freezing, so the only warmth Spike has felt for the last few weeks was from being in bed with Sombra, or hugging her leg as she sat on her throne.

Which was what was happening now, as a helmeted guard in armor clearly denoting a high rank was showing the dark queen a map.

The castle had only a tiny staff of regular mare and stallion slave maids; around every corner, and guarding every door were armored, helmeted soldiers. Spike could only imagine what the latter was going through, one’s body turned into a puppet, and forced to kill or be killed by those who only want to help you.

He could actively see the pain, fatigue and despair in the regular slaves’ sleep deprived eyes, though. Whenever Sombra walked him past them, they’d glance away from their work briefly at him, with either sympathy, fear, or jealousy, and then scaredly return to their work.

“And how many pegasi have been helmeted?” Sombra asked her mind-controlled general as Spike looked up, trying futilely to see what the map was of from the underside.

“Not nearly enough,” the brown crystal earth pony responded in a voice that was easily understandable, but definitely spoken from underneath a heavy sealed helmet. “If I may, picking the strongest from the mines and training them will not raise a viable army in time.”

Spike hung on every word of Sombra’s planning for the coming war for Equestria, which was most of her words that were not related to ways Spike or her other toys could please her, even though him knowing the details of her plans would change nothing. Every bit of news about amassing Equestrian defenses or Sombra’s inadequate supplies brought him those tiny slivers of hope that kept him from totally surrendering the the pleasure Sombra gave him, but every plan the dark queen laid out was like a dagger in his heart.

“Hmm… Agreed. Commit all non-essential soldiers to rounding up every pegasi in the mines that can stand, and force the weapon and helmet makers to work day and night, through meals. We will forego training altogether, and take Cloudsdale through sheer numbers.”

Right on cue, Spike winced.

The Wonderbolts… and Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy will probably go there to defend their families…

Without any sense of irony, he hugged his mistresses leg just a little harder, which seemed to remind her of something.

“Once we have the aerial advantage, we can return to a more balanced and sustainable model. Now go!” she waved her hand, and the general bowed and turned to leave, the carpet only barely muffling the clanging of his metal boots as he headed for the door.

“Now then, pet,” she leaned forward on her throne and looked down to Spike, grinning, as he looked back up scared (which he knew by now hardly offended her). “All this talk of bloodshed had made me rather horny,” she said, leaning back and idly tapping the damp spot on her panties.

Knowing what was expected of him, Spike let go of her leg to allow her to spread them fully, and scooted around in front of her until her had a full view of her voluptuous body from where he was kneeling. She wore her lingerie constantly now, remaining ready to take her dragon pet the moment she became even the slightest bit aroused, and encouraging him to snuggle up with her as much as possible. Presumably, she’d magically summon her battle armor from before the moment it was necessary, but for now, her mind-controlled soldiers and terrified slave maids would hardly judge her for walking around her castle half-naked.

Seeing him eye her further wettening thong, Sombra grinned down at her dragon pet. Spike looked back up at her, and in accordance with his training, slowly let his tongue hang out, and began to pant harder and harder.

While his cock was coming out of its sheath and uncomfortably pushing the front of his thong to the side, the young dragon certainly wasn’t fooling anypony with his act of an animal in heat; Sombra knew he was only degrading himself because he feared retribution, and she preferred that to the actual rutting animal she could have easily made him with a spell.

Still panting loudly, Spike reached forward, around the dark queen’s wide hips, and took a string of her thong in each hand. Even though they’d done this many times already, his heart was still racing, but he didn’t know why. He hadn’t yet decided whether or not he enjoyed having sex with Sombra, but was there really any shame either way? He’d already been broken, which was the only way his capture by such a powerful and cruel pony could possibly end. What was the harm in enjoying the pleasures of the flesh she forced him to partake in, for however long he was in this position?

He slid her red thong down her wide, soft (but as he’d learned the hard way, still very strong) thighs as far as their strings would stretch without being uncomfortable for her, and then pushed up his legs to position his head perfectly in the heat and musk of her crotch.

As he gave his first long lick, coating his tongue in the familiar semi-sweet, semi-bitter goo, he placed his hands on her thighs, and began stroking them. He started with his full palms up and down the parts covered by her stockings, but then to match the increasing tempo of his licks as he cleaned her puffy, hairless snatch up, he moved to around her bare ass, poking and drawing circles with his thumbs on the soft flesh of her upper inner legs.

When it had come to him learning how to please her, she’d taken an “I’ll know it when I feel it” approach, and Spike had soon learned that when it came to oral sex, this was the quickest way to get her growl-purring.

She gently placed her hand atop his head, and unable to find any more juices on the outside in the dark, Spike moved on. He lined his mouth up with her cunt perfectly, and slowly pushed his tongue between her nether lips and deep into her warm, wet, tight love-tunnel as she squeezed his scalp and bit her lip.

Fully inside the dark queen, the stench and taste of her in-equestrian honey was almost overpowering, but it had just enough sweetness to it to keep a partner wanting more, if only to stave off the bitterness that came afterwards.

Spike had gotten a particularly nasty spanking his first day on the job for attacking her bud without warming her up properly, so he was sure to draw out everything as long as possible. He moved his tongue around, side to side, up and down, while not just stroking, but squeezing her thighs. Sombra pleasantly twitched and shook on her throne, just enough to maintain her composure without having to deny how good this felt.

As his mistress’s movements became more intense in response to his tongue-work, Spike ceased his foldling of her thighs, expecting her to wrap her legs around his head to cue him to start sucking any second. Instead, just as his tongue and cock were starting to get sore, he heard faintly the noise of a horn ignited through her thighs, and then felt a force around his entire body pushing him away from Sombra.

The dark queen telekinetically brought him out of her crotch, knowing full well he was too well trained and submissive at this point to resist even instinctively, and stood him up in front of her throne, looking down at her, before letting go.

Spike took a second to get his balance as he always did after being picked up with magic, and then looked down at his mistress. He was slightly confused until she used her magic to vanish her panties around her thighs and spread them even further, grinning.

Here? Now? Really? The collared, but not currently leashed dragon thought to himself. She’d claimed his cock with her pussy many times in many ways before, but always in bed. Being taken sitting down by someone standing up seemed far to submissive an act to perform in the throne room, even if there was nopony around to see it.

But he was hardly going to protest. He quickly got to work un-snagging his thong on his erection and dropping it to the floor, then leaned down to slide his hands between the crystal throne seat and the queen’s perfectly smooth and rounded flank-cheeks, and then lifted.

Sombra’s bones were denser than the average pony’s, but her daily spell castings to retain his age and appearance had kept his muscles well toned despite a lack of exercise and diet of only scraps from under her table and her breast milk. He positioned her over his cock fairly easily, and slowly let her down.

His sharp dragon tip speared between her folds, and and she let out a moan as she sunk deeper and deeper onto his stone hard, but every warm cock. When she had captured this handsome young dragon she had seen next to the purple unicorn, she had simply been looking for a friend of the princesses to have some fun with. It was only upon seeing him chained up and naked in her dungeon that she had truly realized how much she missed the pleasures of the flesh, and swore to turn every attractive male she ever encountered from this point on into a sex pet. Oh, how she had dreamed of forcing the young dragon to take his purple unicorn friend up the ass, and then having them both spit-roasted her.

But enough about the future. She clenched her pussy even tighter than the vice-grip it already had on his member, and wrapped her legs around Spike’s midsection as he began lifting her up and down. Sombra’s eyes rolled back as she was virtually overloaded with the pleasure of her entire lower region shaking as the dragon cock slid in and out of her.

Spike squinted and cringed. He was enjoying this- no, he was enjoying her. She was so warm, and so juicy, and so tight, and what he wouldn’t give to be able to fondle or drink from her bouncing black milk tanks. The way he was holding her up in the air and driving her crazy with pleasure, it was just so easy to forget that she was little more than dark magic dressed up like a pony, and would squash him like a bug if he tried anything like strangling her or knocking her head against her throne.

What would Dusk, or Rarity, or Celestia, or anypony else say if they saw him pleasuring and being pleasured by her so seemingly eager?

What would it matter?

They kept going at it, Spike eventually offering his own moans and grunts to counter hers, until he bent his neck back and roared, shooting gallons and gallons of dragon seed deep inside her, which in turn sent her over the edge on top of him, and his cock was drenched in her juices.

As their minds were both lost in pure, carnal bliss, Spike briefly hoped that if he gave her a few more ones just like this today, she wouldn’t used the paddles again tonight.