To The King Go The Spoils
The Fallen Sun
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But gone were those days. Now were the days of Sombra.
Two masked and fully-armored guardsponies, with green-glowing slits for eyes trotted forward, completely ignoring the discomfort of the prisoner kept within these deepest depths of Canterlot Castle, and attached manacles to her forelegs, the cold and unyielding iron clamping down with a loud clank!, and keeping her from moving them too far apart. No sooner had they attached them to her front hooves than two more clamped down on her back hooves as well.
Even though Princess Celestia was powerless, with the black Inmanipulon crystals sprouting from her horn cutting her off from her earth pony strength and her power of flight in addition to her unicorn magic, she did have centuries of experience as a fighter, and no chances were to be taken, by order of the King.
If she hadn’t been awake when they had trotted into the dank cell, she was now, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the meager light.
“Where are you taking me?” the former princess asked softly, trying to keep her voice as even as possible.
Her guards said nothing, ever silent in their duty. Celestia felt her heart go out to them. They had once been common ponies, but when Sombra had emerged from the Crystal Empire with an army of brainwashed ponies, kept under control by those savage masks, he had made sure to forcibly conscript a large enough portion of the citizenry in addition to every one of the survivors from her army to ensure that the only ponies who could even hope to rise up would be inexperienced and overwhelmed very quickly.
“Oh Minuette, Twinkleshine, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, feeling a tear trickle out of her eye. “What monstrous things has he made you do? What is he forcing you to do today?”
Minuette and Twinkleshine, concealed beneath the masks but recognizable by the fur not covered by the armor, said nothing as ever. Instead, they simply led her out of the prison, out into the castle that had once belonged to her, and through the halls she knew thrice over.
Luna had been fortunate. She had escaped, fleeing to who knows where when defeat was certain. Celestia hoped she had made it to Mount Aris, or even better, across the sea into the Griffon Empire to safety. Either way, it was a certainty that she had not been captured. Sombra would have gloated to Celestia’s face if she had.
Just as he had gloated that there was no victory for her. There were no Elements of Harmony this time. She had been forced to banish the shadow within Luna herself, she had been forced to imprison Discord in stone just as soon as he had been released. She had even been forced to decimate the Changeling army herself when Shining Armor and Cadance had failed.
But without the Elements, she and Luna were powerless to stop Sombra.
With a sharp yank, she was pulled sideways, into a room that had once been simply a normal guest bedroom for visiting dignitaries. Now, however, she didn’t want to know what Sombra’s sinister purpose for this room was.
The room itself was rather bare, with no windows or furniture of any kind, and only a magical light keeping the room lit. Her escorts tossed her inside, without a caring ear to her yelp of pain as she was unable to land properly, and shut the door behind her.
Celestia nursed her hurt leg-- it wasn’t a serious injury by any means, but it stung-- while she waited. Sombra had her here for some sinister purpose, she knew it. And she didn’t want to even consider what it could be.
Not long after Minuette and Twinkleshine had left, the door opened to reveal somepony else.
It was a lavender mare that Celestia recognized as Prince Shining Armor’s younger sister Twilight Sparkle. One of a few mares that, rather curiously, had never earned a cutie mark. Unlike Minuette and Twinkleshine, she wore no armor or mask. But the whites of her eyes glowed a sickly shade of green. Whatever the mare had been before Sombra’s invasion, she was mindless now, a slave to Sombra’s will.
Her eyes stared blankly forward as she strode into the room, before looking down at her. It was unnerving to see zero acknowledgement or emotion in them, even as she bent down and undid the chain binding her back legs together, but leaving her front hooves restrained.
“That will be enough, slave,” came a deep, carrying voice.
Twilight Sparkle retreated, not even reacting when being called. She strode right past Sombra, out the door, and resumed whatever duties she had been given. Sombra watched her go, before his red magic shut the door behind him, leaving the two of them alone.
“Curious, don’t you think?” he asked, returning his gaze to her’s, meeting her glare with his smug, satisfied smile. “A mare her age with no cutie mark. Perhaps it played a role in how quickly I was able to indoctrinate her. Every mare with a cutie mark has lasted far longer. But six mares without them all took no more than a few minutes for their will to break, and for them to become mine.”
Celestia said nothing, continuing to simply glare at him.
“My masks can do many things with their wearers’ minds,” Sombra continued, his curved horn glowing red and one suck mask appearing, with black spikes of metal protruding from the back like a mane. “But I simply prefer to wrest control. Once I have subjugated enough ponies, I can remove the mask and allow them their minds back. And they will be too broken to rebel.”
He was clearly expecting some kind of response from her, but she gave no ground.
“But it is such a crude invention,” he sighed, setting the mask down. “And that way will not work on a pony as powerful as you. No, for that, I need something more powerful. Something that will last longer, and ensure you stay unable to resist.”
His horn glowed again, and she felt herself be lifted off the ground and hang in the air for several seconds, before she was set back down once more, this time with something spreading her legs.
She looked down to see that Sombra was lying on his back, with her sitting on his legs, and his erect penis standing tall right before her.
Unbidden, she felt a wave of revulsion rise in her, and she made a face, something Sombra chuckled at.
“You… you disgust me,” she spat.
“Tell me, my dear, are the rumors true?” he asked, his voice lowering conspiratorially. “Are you truly still a virgin? After all of these years.”
She pursed her lips and said nothing, but he guffawed all the same.
“Clearly an affirmative,” he remarked as his mirth died down. “Very well. Allow me to show you why other ponies love it so. Not that you’ll be able to remember what it was like before.”
Before wha--? Oh. Oh goddesses above, no…
But the king’s horn glowed red again, and faster than she could react, the mask was thrust onto her face, binding itself to her and submerging her into darkness, even as her forehooves started to push it off.
No! No, get it off!
I belong to Sombra. I belong to Sombra.
A voice, very clearly not her own, had started to sound in her head, repeating the message over and over.
But… who is Sombra?
She tried to remember. It seemed so important! If it was so important, why would she forget…?
I belong to Sombra.
Why… do I feel so scared?
I belong to Sombra.
Who… who AM I?
Something lingered on the edge of her memory, someone… close? A sibling? Yes, a sibling! Luna! She was her sister!
“Oh, you fight it. Impressive, Celestia, impressive. But it is hopeless.”
She was lifted up a few inches, and she felt something press against her vagina.
What is that? And why does it feel so… good?
I belong to Sombra.
And then she was pulled down, the hard thing pushing into her, filling her mind with a burst of white light as pleasure shot up her spine. The pony she had been thinking of a moment ago, whatever her name was, disappeared.
I belong to Sombra.
I… belong to Sombra?
She was lifted up, and she felt a hole, an emptiness within her as the object inside of her started to pull out.
No, no I want that.
“Yes,” the voice said, a comforting voice. It was deep, and it was powerful. “You belong to me. Relax, and let the voice speak to you. Accept its truth.”
Accept its truth? I belong to him? Then he is Sombra.
I belong to Sombra.
And he is the one who fills that emptiness, she thought as she was pulled back down, the hole inside of her being filled and pleasure making her moan.
I belong to Sombra.
Yes, yes if he is the one who makes me full… I belong to him.
I belong to Sombra.
I belong to Sombra.
I belong to Sombra.
The refrain was joined with her own voice.
Something still felt wrong, though. Something… what was Equestria? She felt the name was important to her, but it eluded her. Whatever it was, it mustn’t have been that important, or she would have remembered it.
I belong to Sombra.
She was lifted up, and brought back down, the pleasure surging through her again, and she moaned even louder.
I BELONG TO SOMBRA!
The mask fell away, allowing her to see Sombra. She was staring down at him, as he smiled up at her. His smile made her smile, but the thing inside of her was thrust upward again, causing her tongue to loll out of her mouth as she moaned yet again.
“An expression hardly befitting the Princess of Equestria,” Sombra said, before thrusting up again, this time eliciting a cry from her. “The memory wipe is very evidently complete. Tell me, Celestia, how do you feel?”
“More…” she whispered as he thrust inside of her again. “More, please…”
“You dare demand more from me?” he asked, his voice turning harsh.
She winced. How could she have been so stupid? She belonged to him. A good slave did the work.
“Yes, that’s it,” Sombra said, encouragingly. “Ravish my cock, deep inside of you. And get used to it, Celestia. You will ravish it often.”
A feeling of fulfillment washed over her. This was her purpose. She was to bring pleasure to Sombra. He could make her feel this good, so he deserved her best effort.
With that motivating thought, she stopped letting him do all of the thrusting, and instead started meeting his thrusts with her own, desperately trying to bring him the same pleasure he was bringing her.
“Are… are you… ready, Celestia?” grunted Sombra, gritting his teeth.
Deep within her, Celestia felt the thing start to expand.
“Here… it… comes!”
Warmth shot into her, hitting deep inside her womb and sending waves of pleasure across her body. The feeling of Sombra’s pleasure within her sent her over an edge, and she cried out, her thighs clamping around his legs as she rode him into her own orgasm, her juices spilling out around his cock as it shot his seed deep within her.
For an eternity, she relished the feeling of his warmth, even as his cock shrunk, leaving her with that same emptiness, but he had promised to fill her often, and so she was not sad.
And neither was he, as he got up and adjusted his armor, cape, and crown, his cock retreating into its sheath. His armor shone in the light of the room, and she was able to see herself in it. Her eyes had the same green glow his did, making her smile. She truly did belong to him.
“I will see you again soon, Celestia,” he promised, opening the door. “My guards will deliver your food and take you to relieve yourself until you have proven you truly belong to me. But there will be many opportunities to test that.”
Celestia felt a happy feeling well up in her. She would prove that she was his and his alone.
In just a few short days, she had proven beyond a doubt that she truly was his. As the King thrust into her again, and as she happily met his thrusts with her own, she let out a shameless moan as she felt the head of his cock flare out for the third time that day.
“You used to be a proud and dignified ruler,” Sombra said, as his thrusts started to become more and more jerky. “And now look at you. Moaning like a whore in heat.”
Celestia neither knew nor cared what she used to be. What mattered now was the meat inside of her.
“NGH!” grunted Sombra, shooting another load inside of her. It was the fourth time of this session, and it caused the remnants of his previous rounds to leak out, dripping onto the floor in a messy puddle. She had truly improved, and she hoped that he was pleased.
But more importantly, his seed was bearing fruit. As she rode out an orgasm of her own, she trailed a hoof along her belly. The bulge there now was from all of the cum he was unloading into her, but soon, perhaps in as little as a month or two, there would be no doubt that she would be carrying their child.
Tears of joy leaked out of the corners of her eyes, which had faded back to white only a few days before, as she thought of holding the King’s own son with her in her hooves in a year’s time.
Sombra withdrew from her, causing a gush of cum to fall out of her, landing with a wet splat! on the ground. While Celestia would happily lean down and eat it all right off of the floor, their tryst had left her exhausted, and she could not risk their child being harmed by sickness.
“Be seeing you, Celestia,” Sombra smiled down at her as she cradled her belly and began to fall asleep.
And ten months after that, as the date of their child’s birth drew closer and closer, Sombra visited her more and more. Even as her belly swelled with the life within her, that did nothing to dissuade his visits.
“Ah!”
Or the strength of his thrusts.
“Yes, please!” Celestia cried as he pushed deep inside of her.
“I cannot wait for the birth of our foal, Celestia,” Sombra said, thrusting again before she could prepare and letting out a loud smack! as his hips collided with her rear. “Imagine, the product of your magical power and my own… it would be the strongest pony ever to live, don’t you think?”
“Yes! Anything for you, my king!” Celestia yelled, trying to reach her peak as she drove herself downward again and again, trying to coax him to his own peak. She so desperately wanted them to cum together.
“Anything, you say?” he asked, before letting out a soft grunt.
“Yes, anything!”
“Good,” Sombra grinned. “We shall have a ceremony. A grand ceremony for our foal’s birth.”
“That sounds… ngh!... wonderful,” she whimpered. She was so close… almost there…
“Our foal will be raised to be the most powerful sorcerer in all of Equestria!”
“Y-yes, but not as powerful as you-- ah!”
She felt it flare inside of her again, and prepared herself to accept his seed. Just a few more…
“Yes! Take it!” Sombra roared, unleashing himself inside of her for yet another time in a countless line of sessions. “All of it!”
“Yes! YES!” Celestia screamed, her walls clamping down around his cock as she also came, throwing her head back with a shriek of delight.
As with every time, it could have lasted forever. She wanted it to! But alas, it could not.
“And after our foal’s birth…” Sombra slipped out once more, looking down at her as she curled up on the ground, cradling her very pregnant belly, “you shall bring this pleasure to every stallion who desires.”
“E… every stallion?” her eyes widened. She longed to please Sombra alone, but if she could bring this pleasure to everyone…
“Yes,” Sombra nodded, an evil grin spreading across his face. “A fate specially chosen for you, Celestia. Think of all the foals you will father.”
“But… what of you?” she asked, feeling a small tear trickle out of her eyes.
“You belong to me,” Sombra reminded her. “And I will never let you go. But you must do this. This is your purpose. A common whore, for any stalion to rut, and to defile.”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” Celestia felt the warmth of fulfillment spread within her. If the king declared it her purpose, she would do it to the best of her ability. “I will do it, my King!”
And so she did. After the ceremony of the birth of their filly, Celestia was turned over to every pony who had pledged their loyalty to Sombra. For the rest of her days, she was used and abused by any stallion who desired her, taking their seed, bearing foals that the King would take, and bringing pleasure to the masses.
As Sombra stood on the balcony of his castle, watching the princess take cock after cock from six stallions today, he felt a satisfied smile creep up.
“Where you belong,” he whispered quietly, before returning inside of his castle, and preparing to go and meet his newest prisoner.
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