Fall of Equestria: Tempest of Tyr

Crystal Palace, Crystal Empire, One Year Since C-Day (Caribou Day)

Within the confines of Crystal Palace, centre piece to the Crystal Empire, concealed by the thick layers of the palace’s crystalline walls, the empire’s ruler, former Captain of the Canterlot Guard and Prince to the Empire, Shining Armour, was casually relaxing upon his throne, with his only source of clothing being the armoured plates resting upon his shoulders and his favourite red-collared mare, the stunningly beautiful Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, also known as Cadance, nuzzling herself between his thighs, as her head bobbed upwards and down upon her master’s stiff cock in order to please him.

Grunting in satisfaction, he placed his hands upon the back of his wife’s head, forcing more of himself into her maw, stifling her actions so not to gag on her master’s manhood. “Don’t let up, Slut. I’m nowhere near satisfied yet.”

Acknowledging her master’s command, Cadance steeled her throat in remembrance to her training and continued her work consuming her master’s thick membrane, bobbing her head in rhythm with her master’s strong pushes.

Withholding a moan of ecstasy, Shining Armour rested his head against the base of his throne, staring up at the ceiling and allowing his mind to wander to memories long since passed.

A whole year. That’s how much time has passed since the establishment of their new monarchy, when the Caribou had successful conquered not just the nation of Equestria, but the surrounding kingdoms as well. Soon there wasn’t a corner of the world that did not know nor accept the laws and culture of the new Equestria, with Caribou warriors swiftly descending upon and claiming any village, town, city or settlement that dared showed signs of resistance.

He could scarcely recollect a time before the Caribou. Before dominance and pleasure were the core basics of laws and rights. Before the Caribou King, Dainn, sat upon the throne. Before Equestria would ever dream of allowing such ‘barbarism’ to remain in power.

He found himself chuckling at the memories of his life before, back when he was the ‘simple solider’ and ‘loving monarch’ of Equestria’s masses; dedicating his life to the protection of his people and the service to their princess, Celestia.

How nauseating. He was thankful that those days had come and gone; the days of stallions and mares being considered equals. Now he knew the truth: stallions and males were the dominant race, with mares and females existing only for the use of carnal satisfaction and ownership. Dainn had opened his eyes to the truth, and for that, he was eternally grateful.

Turning his attention away from the ceiling, he began to survey the contents of the throne room, mainly the palace guards stationed at the sides, clayed in their ‘traditional’ armour of silver chest plates and helms with matching gauntlets and boots, lacking any form of undergarments as their large throbbing members stood at attention, with a black leashed stretching from their belts to the collars of their ‘dogs’.

Among those guards, stood also Caribou warriors that had remained within the Crystal Empire to assist in the governing of the people and protection of the kingdom’s assets. Just like their Equestrian brethren, the Caribou warriors lacked any form of undergarment to cover their own raging members, while their torsos and arms where adorned with a combination of fur and leather armour worn by many denizens of the far North.

He smirked in satisfaction and admiration at the guards who remained at attention, even as their ‘dogs’ went to work on their masters’ members, following the example of their fallen monarch turned sex slave, a role model for all females serving within the Empire.

Feeling a building pressure within his loins, the corrupt prince turned back to his mare, gripping two fistfuls strands of her mane while also increased the pace of his pushes, forcing more of himself deeper into her throat. Cadance began to gag upon the sudden action, but this was of no concern to Shining Armour, who was well aware that Cadance had been trained to handle these types of situations.

After all, he was the one who supervised the training of all the mares in his kingdom.

With one final thrust that forced the tip of his wife’s snout to the base of his member, it took all Shining had to stifle a moan of release as he exploded within his wife’s mouth, thick strands of his seed bursting forth and forcing its way down her throat. Of course, such an impact also allowed a pint of his essence to spill from the gaps in his wife’s mouth, which either fell upon her bare D-sized breasts or fell upon the clear crystal floor of the throne room.

As his feeling of release came to an end, Shining pulled himself out of Cadance’s mouth, who began to cough slightly at the amount of seed she had to digest, leaving little time for air. Breathing heavily in exhaustion, the prince creaked his eyes eye lids open as he looked down at his collared and hornless wife. His smile of satisfaction faded slightly as he noticed the small droplets of cum that she had failed to withhold during his climax.

Leaning up from his throne, he looked down upon his wife. “Slut?”

Looking up at her master, Cadance flinched slightly at the steely gaze her husband now wore. Whenever he wore a face like this, it was because she had done something wrong.

“When a mare gives her master a blowjob, what is the purpose of said service?” Shining asked, his eyes still steeled, but a hint of playfulness hid in his voice.

Cadance straightened her back and rested her hands upon her knees as she took the normal position pets take when speaking with the masters. “When a mare is called to take a blowjob, it is their duty and purpose to ensure that their master is satisfied and to ensure the seed they produced is consumed completely.”

Shining’s smirk of satisfaction returned at his wife’s answer. Those endless nights and days of training and conditioning certainly paid off. “That’s good. You know your station well.”

A small smile graced Cadance’s lips at her master’s words. “However,” Her smile fell. “why you have allowed such a mess to occur in my throne room?”

Turning her gaze downwards, she saw the source of her master’s disappointment: small puddles of his seed had stained the crystal floor of the throne, seed she had failed to contain.

Placing her head against the cold, clear floor, with her ass raised in accordance, Cadance answered sincerely. “Apologies, master. It was not desire for such failure to take place.”

Eyes focused upon the mare’s bare back, with her clipped wings encased within red cases and her tail cut short to prevent coverage to her moist folds, Shining couldn’t help but smile at the mare’s plea and posture. He had indeed trained her well.

“Then how do you plan to correct such a mistake?” He asked in sinister amusement, knowing how and what she intends to do.

Without missing a beat, Cadance crawled forward upon her hands and knees, head still stuck close to the floor, as she began to lap up the puddle of seed with her tongue, gulping in each intake until she had consumed it all.

Laying back in his throne, Shining Armour watched as his devoted wife continued with her task. With her obedience solidified and her training proving both effective and efficient, he had no doubt that she would win him the honour of the coming festivities that were to take place within Canterlot a few short days from now. He smiled in perverted satisfaction as fantasies of dominance and victory played out in his mind.

His thoughts were soon shattered by the opening of the throne room’s doors.

Turning his gaze upwards at the intruder, he smiled returned as he identified the guardsman in gold armour: Flash Sentry, a young yet promising royal guard from Canterlot who had been transferred to the Crystal Empire yet displayed great skill in male dominance and loyalty to the Empire. He was also known throughout the empire for his stamina and skills in bed with a wide variety of females, which Shining Armour found somewhat fabricated yet still found the young stallion to be quite exceptional.

He watched as the young stallion stopped before the kneeling mare and bent his knee has he too bowed before his prince and monarch. “My prince.”

“Flash Sentry.” He replied to the guard’s presence. “What news do you possess that brings you to disturb my relaxation?”

“My apologies, my prince.” Flash replied, lifting is gaze to meet his monarch’s. “I simply come to report that my hunting party has returned and reports that we may have discovered traces that lead to the region’s resistance cell main quarters.”

Raising his eyes in curiosity and surprise, Shining Armour raised himself from his throne. “Are they certain?”

Returning his gaze to the floor, sparing a few glances towards Cadance’s exposed lips and plump backside, the guardsman answered. “They were sceptical at first upon first discovering the tracks, but after following the trail atop the mountains, they swear to overhearing the sound of unknown voices, male and female alike, that spoke of reconnaissance and liberation, which ties in with the numerous raids that have been taking place over the past seasons, before they faded deeper into the tunnels. They ran back to report their discoveries, but require your viewpoint, my prince.”

With the report concluded, Shining Armour leaned back into his throne as his thought’s wandered and his royal guard strategical training kicked in. Reports of the caves upon the Crystal Mountains were known to being as complicated and structured to that equal of a labyrinth, making navigation and investigation’s both tricky and costly. However, there those that reported similar entry ways nearer the base of the mountains and from various caves found throughout the landscape, which were located not too far from where reports on the raids on slave transports and assaults on Caribou officials originated from.

Combining that information with the report made by the young guard, Shining deduced that the rebels were indeed embedded within the underground tunnel system.

Satisfaction formed on his lips as a smirk, turning his attention back down to the kneeling Pegasus guard.

“You have done well, Flash.” He said, drawing the guard’s eyes to his attention. “This information will be extremely valuable in snuffing out that bothersome resistance once and for all, now that we have a general idea of where they are quartered.”

“You honour me, your majesty.” Flash responded, dropping his head back to the floor.

Standing up from his thrown, he through his arm out towards the kneeling guard. “Gather our best empire’s best and have them prepared for the coming days. Before the end of the week, the resistance will… finally…”

Shining’s voice trailed off as the sound of racing wind made itself known within the throne room, cutting off his command and drawing the monarch’s attention to the windows.

Outside, the vision of dark raging clouds and a fury of snow danced upon the air, accompanied by a loud respiring wind. Cracks of thunder boom within the heavens, after a streak of lightning illuminated the ominous clouds hanging overhead.

Walking over to the open archway that connected the throne room to the palace balcony, Shining felt the blistering cold air strike his unprotected and unclothed bare form, sending a deep shiver throughout his body.

“Lieutenant?” He asked, drawing the Flash’s attention to the monarch, as well as the raging storm outside. “Was the Empire due for any winter storms this season?”

“None, my prince.” He replied, shaking his head in confirmation to his memory. “In truth, the snow fall began shortly after the troops’ return from their patrol, but it was not this severe during my journey from the barracks to the palace. Many believed it was just another unpredicted natural occurrence.”

Shining Armour acknowledged the lieutenant’s words but found his suggestion to be highly unlikely.

Normally, snow storms of this calibre were not uncommon within the frozen North, that was true, but what raised Shining’s eyebrow in confusion was that the storm seemed to be taking place within the city itself, which should be practically impossible due to the power of the formerly Crystal Heart, now known as the Crystal Cock, possessing ancient magic that not only installs a constant level of carnal lust within the city’s denizens, but also warded off any natural storms and disasters from entering the city’s borders.

So, the question was, how was it that a storm of this magnitude breached the Empire’s borders?

Before he could ponder this further, a blood-curdling scream echoed from outside the palace walls, barely audible over the raging winds, but was still heard by those within the throne room, drawing the surprised attention of the prince, the guards and the collared slaves on their knees.

“What in Tartarus-?” Shining mid-cursed, before his thoughts were once again shattered by the opening of the throne room doors. Only this time, the doors were blasted open rather with force.

All attention now turned to the latest interloper, which was revealed to be the panting form of the Crystal Empire’s royal crystaller, Sunburst, adorned with his glasses and cape, with nothing more, whose scruffy, unkept mane and beard retaining small droplets of snow and the lenses of his glasses retained traces of fogging.

“My… my p-prince…” He managed through his wheezing, pushing up his glasses that had fallen slightly down his snout.

“Sunburst!” Shining yelled, disturbed by the scream and concerned with dishevelled appearance of his royal crystaller. “What the buck is going on out there?!”

Despite wheezing out a few more gusts of exhausted air, Sunburst looked up to his monarch, fright clearly written within his eyes. “My prince… t-the… Crystal… C-cock has been…”

“Has been what, man?!” He demanded, his patience losing out to anger and annoyance.

“SHATTERED!”

Silence fell the room as quickly as Sunburst’s announcement had been proclaimed, drawing the widened eyed, jaw-dropped gazes of every creature in the room to the stallion in question, whose mouth was covered by both his hands in response. Even Princess Cadance ceased her task of cleaning the floor of the throne room, upon the announcement, her own features frozen in one of shock and surprise.

Eyes then shifted between the shocked pony to the one whose reaction they feared the most, whose features twisted from those of shock to rage, as a hue of crimson red began to dye the white fur of his face.

“It… was… WHAT!?” The Prince’s roar shook the entirety of the room, and possibly the whole palace, shattering a few stained windows while cracking the rest.

Nostrils flared and eyes piercing into the sockets of the quivering Crystaller, Shining Armour began to approach the terrified pony, each one of his steps cracking the crystal floor under hoof.

Too frightened to move, all Sunburst could do was shy downwards as Shining Armour reached a point where he loomed over the fear-frozen Unicorn, before grabbing him by the edges of his cape and brought his face to his bared fanged one, their snouts inches from touching.

“What do you mean ‘Shattered’!?” He demanded, his voice drilling the word in question deep.

Not wanting to anger his monarch further, Sunburst answered. “I-I-I-I’m not sure how, m-my prince! J-just a short while ago, a-a-a stranger appeared out of th-th-thin air right by the Crystal, C-c-cock. A-an-and as soon as the guards reacted, h-h-he just-” He motioned his arm in a vertical slicing motion to illustrate his case. “’c-c-cut’ through them and the Crystal, as-as-as if they were melting butter on a s-sum-summer’s afternoon!”

Swallowing the growing lump in his throat, he continued. “T-that’s when the storms started. W-w-we attempted to seize the desecrator with the surrounding guards and warriors, b-b-but then he began k-ki-k-kil-k-s-sluaght-slaughtering them one by one. After th-the fifteenth warrior fell, I-I-I ran all the way here to-to inform you of the d-d-devlop-ment, and he-here we are!”

Silence again fell as the exchanged between the two stallions was watched by all outside parties, eyes shifting between the two in search of any development that could spark a reaction out of the other. Though he shifted his head away, Sunburst’s eyes still looked up in fright into the prince’s burrowing ones, which intensified after the cyrstaller’s story to find any traces of deception or fabrication.

Another chilling scream from the outside broke the thin iced interrogation to an end, drawing everypony’s attention to the raging storm outside, which seemed to have intensified as the falling snow began to rapidly swim and twirl in the air in the form of small hurricanes, with an extra bolt of lightning and thunder raging from the clouds above.

Glaring back into the eyes of the frightened pony, Shining bore for one last look into the opposing stallion’s eyes for a hint of falsehood to the story, earning a flinch from the speckled unicorn. When one wasn’t found, he flicked his wrists, sending the surprised stallion tumbling to the floor, before marching over to his throne, storming past Cadance, who instinctively moved out the way of her enraged master, and grabbed the hilt of his sheathed sword, which had been resting by the side of his throne, and drew it from its sheath.

“We have an intruder in the Empire!” He exclaimed, pointing his silver bladed sword towards the door to his throne room. “Deploy all guards, send in the soldiers, unleash the warriors, and bring this invading vermin to his knees! NOW!”

Without hesitation, the guards within the throne room scuttered out the throne room door, weapons drawn and pets following behind, as they rushed down the halls of the palace, alerting their fellow stationed brothers and mobilising to the Empire’s square.

“Flash! Sunburst! With me!” He ordered, marching past Cadance once again, who scurried after her master.

“Yes, my prince!” Both stallions replied, before picking themselves off the floor and following the lead of their master as he marched out the archway of the throne room door.

As the prince and his entourage made their way through the halls of the palace, a chorus of screams covered the air, becoming more audible over the raging winds and thunderclaps as they descended further down the palace. All around them, royal guards, pony soldiers and Caribou warriors were marching outwards to face the foe, with only a new set of screams added to the air indicating their level of success.

Upon reaching the lower level of the palace, Shining Armour shoved past the few guards blocking his way, before stepping out into the Empire’s Square. His fur immediately stood on end as the blistering waves of cold battered him with chilling winds and freezing snowflakes.

His first sight caught view of the pedestal that once house the Empire’s national treasure, which lay bare and devoid of its scared item. Taking a step forward, his ears then rung with the shown of crunching glass, which drew his attention to the floor.

His eyes widened at the sight of a thousand crystal shards lay broken and uneven around the pedestal, each one formerly a part of the Crystal Cock, now scattered and broken the floor of the very palace it was created to protect.

A new sound then crossed his ear: the sword of blade piercing flesh.

Eyes drawn towards the source, he was met with a terrifying sight: dozens of his Empire Guards, Civilians, Slaves and Caribou Warriors lying upon the floor, those of Pony stature groaned and moaned in pain and weakness, while the Caribou remained still and unmoving. The streets and bodies were stained with crimson blood, spilt from the carcasses of the deceased and disabled.

A flash of lightning drew his gaze upwards and outwards, where a trail of blood flowed down the street, where many surviving civilians and slaves hugged themselves close to the walls of the buildings, their eyes filled with fear and horror, and stopped at the feet of a sole figure, next to the deceased body of a Caribou Warrior who had been freshly slain, as the wild wind and raging snow danced around him.

Stood there was a creature draped in the darkness of both the dark clouds above and hooded black cloak, with the flashes of lightening illuminating a portion of the figure’s appearance: silver strips of chainmail armour underneath a pale blue, scale shaped lamellar armour, held by a belt of dark brown leather and a silver buckle, a hint of long, braided dark hair sprouted from his facial area in the form of a beard, and a piercing glow of amber eyes bore from the darkness of the stranger’s hood.

Narrowing his eyes in anger and resentment, Shining stood his ground as Flash, alongside the reminder of the Palace’s Guards and Warriors flanked his sides, weapons raised and ready for battle.

“WHO ARE YOU?!” He bellowed out to the stranger.

A response was not given in words, as a streak of wind blew away the side of the figure’s cloak, revealing a firm hand grasped around the pole of a large silvered tipped spear, which dripped with the blood of its foes and embedded with strange foreign runes that shone throat the stains of blood in a faint cyan glow.