It's Good To Be King

Chapters

Spike
Shining Armor
Soarin
Sunburst
Twilight Sparkle
Shining Armor II
Daddy Double Feature

Spike

Spike sat beside his glorious king, resting on his knees and absent mindedly staring ahead with a soft smile on his face.

The scales on his legs allowed Spike to remain on his knees for hours at a time without scuffing them, not that the young dragon would have gotten off his knees if he were able to feel pain in them. Spike’s mind felt almost empty, save for the very prominent thought of “Sit, stay, good boy.”

A thick leather collar was wrapped tightly around his neck, a sign of his place beneath his king and a proud symbol of his obedience. A jingly metal name tag hung off it. On the tag was not Spike’s name but rather his position, “slave” in big fancy font. The dragon was entirely naked save for this collar. His cock was exposed for all the guards and his king to see. It was nowhere near as large as any of theirs, but that was not important to the little dragon. He had never slept with a mare before he became a slave, and he would likely never stick his cock in a mare or a stallion now that he was one. His cock was there so that his king had something to tease and mock the dragon for, and Spike was happy that he could provide his king with such ample material.

There was a blue ring on dragon’s finger, part of a system that his king had created. These bands were given to only the most valued of the king’s slaves. They were enchanted, making them impossible for the wearer to remove without amputating their finger, and showing all other ponies that the wearer was the exclusive property of the most powerful stallion in Equestria. The ring was a warning that anypony who so much as flirted with the wearer could face an unimaginably horrible punishment. Spike was happy to have a ring, it meant that only his king would ever have sex with him.

When the king took over, he recognized that Spike could grow up to be a very useful weapon. As such, Spike had undergone more rigorous brainwashing than even the king’s head guards, all 8 of whom stood at the ready before the king’s throne, split down the path towards the crystal seat with 4 on one side and 4 on the other. They, much like Spike and the rest of the king’s slaves, underwent weeks if not months of intense brainwashing which involved powerful magic, hypnotic lights, subliminal images, and more vibrators and withheld orgasms than anypony could be expected to keep count of. The process wore the stallions down until they couldn’t even imagine a world in which they would rebel against the king.

Spike, as one of the few dragons within the borders of the king’s country, was a very valuable asset. As such, the king made him experience over a year’s worth of brainwashing. While the king continued to conquer the land, Spike was strapped to a table for 7 hours at a time in the dungeons of the king’s newly acquired castle and had his mind slowly eroded to the point where he truly could not comprehend disobeying his king. His master.

Now, at the age of 20 and quickly approaching his 21st birthday, Spike was the most loyal and devoted follower of King Sombra, the mightiest stallion in all of Equestria. The dragon turned his head slowly to look up at his handsome king, the stallion whose every word he would follow without question. King Sombra sat in his crystal throne looking content. He was almost 2 feet taller than Spike and a great deal bulkier. His veins were visible even under his soft fur. A long horn sprung out of his head. It began dark grey like his coat, but quickly became blood red towards the tip. His silky smooth jet black hair was in constant motion. It moved like smoke, floating around his head. A gold crown sat upon his head with several jewels encrusted in it. It suited him far better as the king of Equestria than his old silver crown. He had well groomed black facial hair that attempted to move on its own like the hair on his head, despite how short it was cut. These moving hairs often tickled Spike when he was permitted to kiss his king. Sombra was wearing elegant robes made of soft satin with golden fringe. These robes clung tightly to his form, doing little to hide the rippling of his every muscle.

The king had little need for armor at this point. He had hundreds of guards in his crystal castle alone, and thousands more patrolling every territory he owned. It had been months since the last uprising. The many stories of ponies rising up against tyrannical rulers were entertaining, but still just fiction. Most towns lacked their strongest stallions, as the king would routinely imprison and brainwash those he considered attractive so that they would serve him. Without their strongest members, any small time resistance movement was easily crushed under the mighty and ruthless hoof of King Sombra. He took great pleasure in hosting public punishments, where the brainwashed former citizens of a town would take part in torturing the captured resistance fighters.

Spike was well aware of how ruthless his king was, but in his mind it did not matter. Spike’s king could do nothing wrong. Spike’s king was always right. The dragon nuzzled his king’s hand, silently asking for attention.

The king chuckled which Spike took as a good sign. After so many months of serving Sombra, the dragon had become well aware of the king’s love for degrading his slaves. Spike had no dignity left and was more than willing to whine like a puppy for just a pat on the head from his king.

“How is my little dragon slave today?” Sombra asked in a deep voice. When he spoke it made Spike weak to his knees.

“Good, king.” Spike responded meekly. His language skills had deteriorated during his time in the dungeon. Likely, he reasoned, to make room for more thoughts about his master.

King Sombra gave the adorable little dragon a smile before lazily lifting his hand a few inches off the armrest and extending his index and middle fingers towards his obedient pet. Spike’s eyes lit up and he opened his mouth wide, showing off his impressive teeth. Sharp enough to tear through almost anything, and tough enough to crush a diamond without chipping.

Spike stuck his tongue out, panting like a dog as the king slowly moved his fingers into the dragon’s mouth.

The king grinned as he watched his pet’s eyes follow his fingers until he lost sight of them. Sombra slowly ran his fingers over the tips of Spike’s razor-sharp teeth, something he knew terrified the poor dragon.

In Spike’s mind, if the king accidentally cut the tip of his finger on one of the sharp points of his teeth, it was no different than Spike biting his glorious king. Spike didn’t want to bite his king, Spike loved his king. And as much as the dragon wanted to pull his mouth away from Sombra’s fingers, he knew that would be no different than telling his king “no” which was also something Spike did not want to do. It was a moral dilemma that Spike faced every time the king teased him like this, and the king loved watching the panic on his dragon’s face as he slowly admired the teeth of what would become his greatest weapon.

Eventually, Sombra stopped teasing his pet and allowed the dragon, who had sat there so obediently it made Sombra a little proud, to suck and slobber all over his fingers. The mighty stallion moved his fingers to Spike’s tongue and relaxed his hand, allowing his fingers to go limp in his pet’s mouth. Spike knew what this meant, it was what he had been so excited for at the beginning. He closed his greedy maw around his master’s fingers and began to run his tongue all over them. Spike loved pleasing his king in every way imaginable, but this act was something the dragon truly savored. It gave his master no real pleasure outside of laughing at the submissive dragon. It was something that exclusively brought pleasure to Spike, who loved the taste of his king and the feeling of his strong hands that brought weaker stallions to their knees. It allowed Spike to show his king that he wasn’t just loyal because he got to have sex, he was loyal because he loved his king.

Spike was allowed to sit there and cover his master’s fingers in warm dragon saliva for several minutes, while he did this Sombra attempted to make conversation with the scaley slut.

“Do you remember Twilight Sparkle?” Sombra asked.

“Mhmm.” Was Spike’s response as he took Sombra’s fingers down to the knuckle before pulling back. A trail of drool ran down his chin and softly dripped to the floor.

Twilight Sparkle was like a mother to him. Her magic was what forced him to be born, and since then she had raised him as a friend, a son, and an assistant.

When Sombra made his grand return and imprisoned princess Cadence and Shining Armor, Twilight and her friends rushed to save them, with Spike tagging along. He was a well known hero in the crystal empire and the Mane 6 wanted him to handle the panicking crowds of ponies in the empire.

After Twilight and her friends were defeated, Sombra set his eyes on Spike. The dragon had defeated Sombra once before, but this time was different. Spike was imprisoned, along with Twilight and Applejack. The other 4 escaped and haven’t been spotted since.

Even though Sombra has no attraction to mares, he still forced AJ and Twilight to undergo brainwashing so that he could one day use the elements of harmony to his advantage. They both remained defiant however, which is something Spike used to admire about them. They never allowed the words that played over a speaker 24/7, the images of ponies bowing to King Sombra and worshipping him as a god, or the vibrators in their asses that routinely went on long enough to nearly make them orgasm but then shut off to keep them on edge at all times, to break their wills. Spike was not as strong as them, and as he slowly succumbed to the influence of King Sombra, his feelings towards his friends changed. No longer were they defiant freedom fighters who’s wills could never be broken. Now they were annoying mares who Spike regretted ever having been associated with. Spike hoped his king understood that he wanted nothing to do with any mares who wouldn’t fall to their knees at the feet of King Som-

“I was thinking we might visit her today.” King Sombra had spoken again and it broke Spike out of his thoughts. He had not seen his former friend in several months. After Sombra deemed Spike’s brainwashing complete, the dragon was never forced to return to the dungeon where he and his friends had been locked up.

Spike’s King clearly wanted to visit Twilight Sparkle and though the dragon did not know why, he would never go against his king’s desires. He pulled his mouth off of Sombra’s fingers, noisily slurping up the spit he had coated them in. There was a loud pop as Spike finally released the large stallion’s hand.

“If master want to, Spike will come.” Spike said in his broken Equestrian.

“We will go after lunch then.” Sombra replied.

“Yes master.” Spike said. Those were two of his favorite words.

With his hand now free, Sombra reached over and grabbed the collar around his dragon’s neck. He pulled the dragon by the neck around the throne until he sat directly in front of the king. With his other hand Sombra untied the belt of his robe and pulled it open revealing his massive throbbing cock. Sombra was not one for underwear, he felt they got in the way of him and the buffet of sexy stallions that were constantly on display in front of him. Spike looked down at his king’s member with wide eyes and a small trail of drool leaking out of the side of his mouth.

“You have 10 minutes to get your lunch pet. Let’s see how hungry you are.” Sombra said with a chuckle as he laid back in his chair.

Spike wasted no time, opening his maw wide and taking his king’s glorious cock down 1/4th of the way before he began choking. Sombra’s scent filled his nose. It smelled of sweat, semen, blackberries, and trace amounts of Spike’s own spit and ass. His master hadn’t bathed yet. Spike made a note to give his king a true bath, not just a tongue bath, later that day.

The dragon reveled in the taste and smell of his master, breathing deeply and running his tongue along every inch of skin he could fit down his slutty throat. Sombra was clearly enjoying it. Being a dragon, his pet’s mouth was far warmer than any of his other slaves. The tough scales that covered the dragon’s skin betrayed the softness that was his mouth. Every inch the slut took down his greedy throat was like wrapping his cock in a moist heater blanket. A moist heater blanket with a tongue that was desperate to taste every drop of sweat or dried bit of spit on the king’s cock.

Spike felt a powerful hand on the back of his head. It did not push him down his master’s cock. It merely rested there exuding control over Spike. The dragon did not need any vocal commands, a simple hand on his head was enough for him to understand that he needed to go deeper. He pulled back to catch his breath before going down as far as he could, choking on the fat horsecock that throbbed in his mouth. His tongue landed on a large vein that felt satisfying in an odd way when it throbbed, pumping blood into the thick dick that he was pleasing. Spike distracted himself with the pleasant feeling of that vein to try and forget about the pain he was in, stretching his jaw and cutting off his oxygen as he choked on Sombra’s cock. Even with this much effort, his nose was still out of reach of his goal, a soft patch of fur just above the king’s cock. It was Spike’s dream to take his master’s cock all the way until his face was pressed into the little patch of fur and he was able to sit there and smell his glorious king’s scent until he passed out.

“Good boy.” Sombra slowly said, causing Spike’s already hard cock to hit the bottom of his stomach as it shot straight up. Now Spike was the one throbbing, though he dared not touch his dick when master’s pleasure was far more important. He pulled back on his king’s hard cock and sucked on the head as if it were a bottle. King Sombra’s hands gripped the sides of his throne, his powerful fingers digging into the tough crystal and carving grooves into it.

“Open up pet.” Sombra commanded and Spike obeyed. The dragon opened his mouth, creating a pop as he did so. He sat before his king, his muzzle open wide and his tongue sticking out, staring up at Sombra who used his hand to quickly pump his cock 3 times before he came. The mighty king groaned in pleasure as his cock pulsed in his hand. Several hot white loads landed on Spike’s face. The little dragon quickly closed his eyes before a rope of cum hit them. Spike’s own cock was now drooling cum onto the floor, having gone off the moment the first load of jizz landed on his tongue. The taste was salty with a hint of blackberries, and Spike had been conditioned to love the taste more than any gem. The dragon greedily licked as much as he could off his own face, swirling the delicious seed around in his mouth. It was thick like honey and satisfying to swallow. Spike could feel the warm fluid slowly snaking its way through his body, all the way down to his stomach.

The dragon used his hands to wipe the cum off his face and chin, then licked it up. Eventually Spike was able to open his eyes again. He was met with the glorious sight of his master’s giant, spit covered rod. It had relaxed but was by no means limp. The head was leaking a steady stream of cum onto the floor where it formed a puddle that mixed with the puddle of cum Spike had made.

Spike looked up excitedly at his king, breathing heavily. “Spike clean?” He asked.

“Yes…” King Sombra said slowly, his own breathing having calmed down. “Spike clean ALL of it.”

The young dragon licked his lips and dropped his head to the floor, more than happy to lick his food up off the ground like a dog.

~5 minutes later

A guard opened the large double doors to King Sombra’s throne room. He carried in his hand a leash, connected to a pegasus stallion who was having to crawl beside him quite quickly to keep up with the guard’s march. As soon as the king was within view the pegasus obediently dropped his gaze to the floor and assumed a bowing position. Sat on the throne at the opposite end of the large and elegantly decorated room, was the most powerful stallion in Equestria. He was fully naked, his throbbing cock glistening in the sunlight of midday as he rested his chin in his hand and looked at the two ponies who had just entered his throne room.

One of his hooves rested on the head of a twinkish looking male dragon, whose face was being pushed into a pool of cum that he was excitedly licking up. This dragon’s attention did not shift when the doors were opened. He was focused solely on licking up as much of his king’s semen off the floor as he could, while it was still warm.

“My king,” The pegasus spoke, still keeping his head down. “I have news of a coupe against you.”

Shining Armor

“Please. You have already won, please have mercy.” Sombra begged. The once mighty stallion kneeled before the white unicorn who was slowly walking around the ex-king like a lion circling its prey.

Sombra’s robes were in tattered fragments and the plates of his armor lay scattered around the throne room. The many shards of crystal and singed spots on the walls of the room were evidence of a great battle that had taken place. Smoke was still rising from the ruins of the crystal throne, which appeared to have been blown up.

The white unicorn looked unharmed. His thick armor had a few scratches on it and one of his shoulder guards was missing, but the stallion’s body was untouched. The battle with Sombra hard fought, but the unicorn’s coupe had gone exactly to plan.

The unicorn, Shining Armor, now stood behind his defeated foe, the stallion who had imprisoned him in a dungeon for over a year and attempted to completely destroy his will. WIth no army to defend him, Sombra had been reduced to little more than a meek colt begging for mercy from Shining Armor.

“You want mercy?” Shining asked rhetorically. “After what you did to my friends, family, and kingdom you want mercy? After what you tried to do to me? I don’t think so your highness. You are not getting out of this easily.”

Shining raised a hand and brought it down upon the exposed ass of the former king. It connected with a loud slap that rung out through the ruined room. Sombra yelped loudly. It had been so long since he’d felt pain.

Shining armor leaned in close to Sombra, whose face was pressed into the ground, and whispered angrily into his ear. “You brainwashed me until I took a liking to stallions. Now I’m gonna make you regret that.”

Sombra said nothing, but his eyes relayed the fear he felt. Shining stood back up and began to undress. The defeated stallion below him made no attempt to move, he knew that Shining was victorious and there was no way he could defeat him in his weakened state. The darker pony remained in the compromising position with his face pressed to the ground and ass high up in the air, giving Shining Armor a very good very of the ex-king’s tight asshole.

With a loud smack, Shining delivered another spank to Sombra’s exposed ass, making him yelp again in pain. Shining could quite clearly see that the ex-king’s cock was growing harder with each spank. Shining chuckled to himself at the thought of the most powerful pony in Equestria getting off on being dominated.

A final metal clang rung out as Shining’s armor hit the crystal floor. The unicorn now stood over his prey, grabbing a handful of Sombra’s hair and pulling his head upwards. The king moaned when he felt his hair being pulled, and quickly stuck his hands out to steady himself but dared not fight back against the stallion who had bested him.

Shining Armor, still covered in sweat from his recent battle, used no lube. He lined up his thick stallion cock, easily twice as big as the king’s pitiful member, with Sombra’s tight virgin ass. With his free hand he grabbed Sombra’s hips and then finally thrust forward.

The king let out a loud girlish scream and it took all of Shining Armor’s resolve not to burst out laughing. It sounded more like he had just penetrated a virgin mare for the first time, not a viscous conqueror.

While fighting off his laughter, Shining continued to push his cock deeper into his prize. His first thrust only got his head inside, he still had more than a foot of hot cockmeat left to bury in the ass of the disgraced king. He pulled back on Sombra’s hips and hair, forcing the stallion to impale himself on the hard cock.

“Yes! Yes! Give me more, Shining!” Somba said inbetween his girly moans. The king’s cock was fully erect now and leaking precum onto the ground. He pushed back against the stallion fucking him and wondered why he hadn’t had his slaves fuck him when he was in charge. This felt glorious!

Shining had gotten his cock halfway inside the warm, tight hole of the former king when he decided to start thrusting. He pulled back until just his tip was inside and then slammed forwards. Sombra let out a loud “Fuck!” as he felt the hard cock empty and then fill his ass so quickly. Shining wasted no time in pulling back and thrusting forwards again, and again, and again. He fucked the king hard. Hard enough to actually cause the two stallions to slowly scoot across the ground, scuffing the crystal floor beneath them with their hooves.

“You like that you little slut? You little colt-cuddler?” Shining said inbetween thrusts. “Maybe *thrust* if you’re really good *thrust* I’ll lock your faggot ass up in that *thrust* machine of yours. We’ll see how you *thrust* like being on edged *thrust* and listening to the same fucking message *thrust, thrust* played on repeat *thrust, thrust, thrust* for 7 hours a day!”

The unicorn angrily pulled back on the king’s hair and delivered his hardest smack yet right to the king’s tender ass.

“Yes! Oooh fuck yes! Brainwash me Shining! Make me your slut! Make me a sex slave for you master!” King Sombra begged. The darker stallion was panting loudly, and drooling onto the floor while he rode the much stronger unicorn’s cock with complete abandon. He felt a sudden weight on his back as Shining Armor completely mounted him and shoved his cock as far as he could in a single thrust. Sombra squealed in pain and pleasure. A small pool of pre-cum was forming at his hooves.

Shining had to admit that at least some of the brainwashing had worked. He was helplessly attracted to Sombra’s sexy body and wanted to be closer to the ex-king, which is why he mounted the submissive little stallion doggystyle and was now roughly fucking him into the ground.

“I’m gonna fucking teach you how to please me Sombra. I’m gonna make you a good boy for me. I’m gonna r-”

CLANG!

Shining Armor snapped out of his daydream as he heard the sound of metal hitting metal.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Suddenly, all the feelings that Shining had been trying to block out came rushing back. The stallion’s very sore asshole and the vibrator in it, that would have already made his insides raw had it not been for one of the many spells currently cast on him. Shining lazily looked around his cold stone cell. There was a screen in front of him that showed swirling spirals, colorful lights, subliminal words, and dozens and dozens of pictures of King Sombra making attractive poses. The headphones covering his ears could block out almost all noise, but the sound of one of Sombra’s guards hitting a metal pot with a spoon was loud enough to hear over the words being whispered into his ears by a prerecorded message.

Shining tried to move but found his limbs still restrained by metal cuffs attached to the wall via chains. So he was left to sit there, staring ahead at the screen as it showed a picture shot looking up a Sombra with his hands on his hips, sneering at the viewer. Although he couldn’t look around and see it, he did feel someone undoing the cuffs around his legs. When this all began he would have immediately bucked the guard as soon as his leg was free, but that felt like a very long time ago. Now the unicorn simply didn’t have the fight left in him.

The guard came around and undid the cuffs on Shining’s arms as well before finally removing the headphones. Shining had to remove the vibrator himself assuming he wanted to, which he did. Shining reached back and slowly pulled the pink egg shaped vibrator out of his very sore ass. He couldn’t help but groan at the feeling. It came out with a loud *pop* and then Shining set it down on the same table he was climbing off of.

There was a lot of thick pre-cum on the table, so much so that it actually spilled off the sides and onto the floor. Shining looked at the guard, wondering if he would be made to lick it all up like last time, but the guard said nothing as he attached a leash to the thick leather collar around the unicorn’s neck and pulled him along with considerable force. Shining followed him out of the cage and down the hall.

Along the way, the two stallions passed a dozen more cages just like the one Shining had been locked up in. Shining saw friends and strangers alike all undergoing the same treatment. Big Mac, a brown stallion with blonder hair, a former officer that Shining had worked alongside when he was a guard.

The only thing that all the stallions in these cells shared was that they were what almost anypony would consider “attractive.” Not all of them were ripped studs like Shining and Big Mac. Some were skinnier and feminine like the 18 year old colt at the very end of the hall. He had brown fur a silly looking propeller hat on his head. The colt was struggling against his restraints, which led Shining to think this boy was a new acquisition of Sombra’s. Shining felt bad for the poor colt, he hadn’t yet realized that escaping the enchanted bonds in those cells was nearly impossible.

Through the door at the end of the hall, Shining was lead into a fancy looking open room. There were toilets, showers, mirrors, clothes in various sizes, and two more doors. One to the West, to the East end of the room. This room was for stallions to get ready for the rest of their day after they were done being brainwashed. The door to the East connected to the rest of the castle, while the door to the West connected to a courtyard where Sombra’s slaves were expected to workout, eat, and talk with each other.

The guard unclipped his leash and pushed Shining towards the showers. Shining took the lead and approached the shower. He was fully nude save for his collar, and covered in sweat, drool, and his own cum. Slowly and with shaky hands, Shining removed his collar.

Part of Sombra’s brainwashing was forcing a stallion to love their collar. It was one of the first things planted in the mind of the king’s slaves. Consciously, Shining knew that nothing bad would actually happen if he removed the collar, he was supposed to remove it anyways for his shower, but it was a disposition that was heavily ingrained in him. Removing the collar is bad. Don’t remove the collar. Keep it on. Always wear your collar. Shining couldn’t help but think these things to himself as he undead the strap and removed the heavy leather from around his neck. It should have felt liberating. It should have been a relief to take the tight strap off from around his neck and breathe properly for the first time in several hours. Instead, Shining spent his entire shower rubbing his neck, trying to substitute his collar for a hand but it did little to help. Shining wanted to be collared, and he hated how much he wanted that.

Shining coated his body in soap, slowly lathering it onto his soft fur. He ran the soap inbetween every crack and crevice, washing away the big mess he had made, before rinsing the bubbles off in the warm water.

Once his shower was done, Shining slipped his collar back on and tightened it. To the unicorn, this feeling was like curling up in your own bed after spending several weeks away from home. Shining looked over and saw the same guard, a light brown Earth pony, who had led him into this room was leaning up against the door, watching the unicorn get ready. The guard made no attempt to hide his growing erection. Shining ignored him as he dried off and went to get dressed.

This was another thing that Shining Armor hated enjoying so much. Sombra loved to emasculate him, and as a result part of Shining Armor’s brainwashing was being trained to love dressing like a mare. The stallion still had his manly physique, with broad shoulders, huge muscles, and a 6-pack. In terms of physical fitness, the only pony who could rival Shining was Big Mac, but perhaps that was why Sombra took such pleasure in humiliating the stallion.

Shining opened one of the many crates of clothes in the room, one covered in hearts and rainbows with an “XL” sticker on top. Inside was a collection of finely made mare’s clothes. Everything in the box looked very expensive, like the sorts of things he would get his wife as an anniversary present. Shining picked a couple pieces of clothing that he subconsciously knew would look best together and went over to the mirrors on the wall.

The mirrors extender from the floor to the ceiling, and in the reflection Shining could see that the guard was still watching him, quite clearly staring at his ass. The white unicorn did his best to ignore the perverted guard as he got dressed.

The outfit he had chosen consisted of a pair of pink panties with lighter pink frills, a skirt so short it wouldn’t extend past his knuckles let alone his fingertips, striped stockings that actually matched his mane quite well, and a white… corset? Shining wondered to himself why he had chosen something he would need help to put on correctly. The corset was designed for BDSM fetishists, intended to highlight a mare’s breasts. Shining of course did not have any breasts so the corset ran up high and covered his nipples.

Ignoring his odd choice in clothing, Shining began to get dressed. He subconsciously gave the guard watching him from a corner a very entertaining show as he bent over at the waist and slowly pulled his panties up, hiding his stallionhood from view. Without much thought the unicorn pulled the panties up higher, giving himself a wedgie. It was uncomfortable but Shining saw no reason to change it. Next he slipped on his skirt. It was blue like his mane and frilled out at the end. Shining spun around a little bit, causing his skirt to fly up and show off his pantied ass to the guard. The stallion felt cute in his skirt, which annoyed him to no end.

Next came the stockings. Shining pulled a stool over so that he could rest his hoof on it as he slowly pulled the striped sock up past his knee. His thick leg muscles, built up from years of marching as a guard, were hugged tightly by the soft fabric of the socks. The stockings covered everything from his thighs to the start of his hooves, but left the actual hooves themselves uncovered. Shining then switched legs and pulled his other stocking up in the same manner as the previous one.

By this point, the guard by the door was standing at full mast. Somehow the stallion before him had become sexier as he got dressed than when he was fully nude. The guard just then noticed that the unicorn had grabbed a corset, something he would need help tightening. Was this an invitation? Perhaps the training had finally gotten to the prisoner. The guard straightened himself out and walked towards Shining Armor, his metal armor making loud shufflings noises as he did so. The unicorn watched the guard approach from the mirror while he wrapped the corset around his stomach.

“Do you need help, little slave?” The guard asked in a mocking tone.

Shining looked down in embarrassment but held out the straps to his corset so that the guard could help. The Earth pony grabbed the straps and pulled them tight, restricting Shining’s breathing. With deft hands the guard tied up the corset and then smiled at Shining’s reflection in the mirror.

“There, now don’t you look beautiful?” The guard grabbed Shining’s ass from under his skirt. Shining jumped at the sudden groping and attempted to pull away, but the guard put his other hand on the ex-prince’s shoulder and held him in place. It was a losing battle so the unicorn resigned himself to his fate and allowed this guard to feel him up. At least he liked being touched by stallions now.

After a minute of the guard rubbing Shining’s soft ass, the unicorn finally spoke up. “I uh… I need to do my makeup.” He said.

The guard gave him a disappointed face in the mirror, but released the stallion’s ass and backed away. Now free, Shining grabbed a case resting on top of one of the other clothing boxes and pulled a chair up to the mirror. The case contained large amounts of makeup. Lipstick, eye shadow, small tubes of fur coloring, and more.

Makeup was yet another thing on the list of things that Shining Armor hated to love. The unicorn had a subconscious desire to put on makeup and look pretty. He knew what King Sombra found sexy and wanted to look like that at all times. It infuriated him knowing how much he enjoyed looking pretty for the stallion who imprisoned him and everyone he cares for.

Shining grabbed a tube of lipstick and puckered up, applying it liberally. Next he put a small amount of fur coloring on his face, making his already white fur a softer color. Shining spent nearly half an hour applying makeup while the guard stood behind him looking immensely bored.

“Um, I’m done.” Shining said. He stood up from his chair and walked over to the guard, ready to be leashed and lead to the courtyard where he would spend some time with the other prisoners. Shining actually needed to talk with some of them, but he also needed a meal and the courtyard was the only place slaves were allowed to eat.

The guard perked up, snapping out of a daydream he had been having. “Oh uh, sure. Sure.” The guard looked at the very attractive looking stallion before him and pulled the leash out, ready to clip it onto the unicorn’s collar when he suddenly remembered something. “Oh right. It’s about lunch time for you isn’t it little slut?” The guard asked.

Shining Armor, ignoring the insulting title he’d been given, responded “Yes.”

“Well that little show of yours has me all turned on. How’s about you get your dessert first?” The guard said, motioning with a hand towards his quickly growing member.

The unicorn’s blush was visible underneath his fur. “I-I’m not having any of that today.” Shining attempted to say with a serious tone.

“Oh come on. All you sluts say that, but then you eat two bites of that junk they serve you for food and you’re begging for anything that has an actual taste.” The guard wrapped an arm around Shining Armor’s waist, reaching down again to grope the stallion’s ass. Despite easily being twice the guard’s size, Shining felt very weak.

“Come on sweetheart. You don’t have to share it with any of the other guys, I won’t make you lick it off the dirt, and you don’t even have to beg.”

Shining wanted the last two points to be the ones that interested him the most but really it was the first one. Snowballing one guard’s hot cum between 2 to 5 stallions wasn’t something Shining Armor enjoyed doing, despite how hot he was forced to find it.

“I...I don’t have to beg for it or anything?” Shining asked.

“No hun. Just give me a little kiss and I’ll let you suck me off right here.”

“You’ll let me suck you off?” Shining thought to himself angrily, but that anger quickly died down as he thought over the guard’s proposal. The “food” he was served was a disgusting kibble that he had to eat out of a doggy bowl. It tasted worse than cardboard and contained an immensely powerful aphrodisiac along with all the vitamins necessary for a fully grown stallion to stay healthy. It was true that almost every prisoner who was forced to eat that food would inevitably end up begging for cum, as it was the only fluid you could drink out there aside from urine, and it actually had a taste. Despite having to do this for months, it never got easier for Shining Armor to beg for a guard’s cum in front of a dozen other stallions. And now here was this guard offering him the chance to get a stomach full of stallion cum without having to degrade himself by begging. All Shining had to do was kiss the guy. It sounded like a good trade off.

“Alright, fine. Just a quick kiss.” Shining said. The guard smiled at him and gave the unicorn’s ass a firm squeeze, making him jump.

“That’s a good boy. Now gimme a kiss.” The guard grabbed Shining by the back of the head and pulled him in for a kiss. Shining fought back at first but quickly surrendered. He could feel the guard forcing his tongue into his mouth. The unicorn put his all into the kiss, momentarily forgetting his current mental state and allowing himself to enjoy the kiss. His own tongue wrapped around the Earth pony guard’s the two of them wrestling inside each other’s mouths. The guard’s mouth had a faint taste of cookies and Shining wanted more. The Earth pony wrapped his strong hands around Shining’s bulky frame, one hand running up and down the length of his back and the other forcefully grabbed at his ass. The unicorn did not jump this time, instead leaning into the groping. Shining’s hands remained on the guard’s chest, feeling up the cold metal armor that covered his no doubt tough and muscular chest. Shining longed to feel his muscles.

The kiss lasted a while though neither stallion knew exactly how long. When they finally broke the kiss a thin strand of drool connected their two mouths. It snapped as the two stallions pulled apart and stared into each other’s eyes. Wet red lipstick now covered the guard’s lips and the unicorn thought it looked quite sexy.

Shining had never kissed another stallion before. Well, truly kissed them with passion. He had kissed king Sombra’s body all over after being commanded to, but those kisses meant nothing to him. This kiss however, this meant something. As soon as it was over Shining wanted to do it again, he wanted to go even further. This was a new feeling to the unicorn. For the better half of the last year he was helplessly attracted to sexy stallions solely because they were stallions with hard cocks that they could put inside him, but with this guard it was different. He truly felt attracted to this guard as a pony, not just as a walking cock. He wanted to wrap his arms around this guard whose name he didn’t even know, and make out with him for several more hours, but he was stopped as the guard spoke.

“Good job little slut. Suppose I owe you dessert now.”

Soarin

What had once been a pristine garden behind the crystal castle was now a fenced off area where the many slaves of king Sombra spent their time inbetween their training. The flowers were long dead and the grass torn up to expose dirt. Any citizen of the crystal empire could come around and look in the cages, watching the debaucherous things that several dozen horny, brainwashed stallions were prone to do.

The courtyard had several weight racks and other exercise equipment where the slaves who wished to become royal guards in Sombra’s new regime could train. Beside this iron jungle were usually a couple of “pets” as the slaves had taken to calling them. Pets were the stallions who didn’t need much brainwashing to like other stallions, either because they were already gay or at the very least experimental. Most of them actually enjoyed the degrading acts they and other stallions were forced to do. It got them off. But that did not mean they were more loyal to Sombra, despite what some of the straighter, jock-type stallions might think. They just didn’t disobey orders as often.

At part of the courtyard which connected to the castle were 3 doors. One led to a changing room, the other into private chambers were guards would take slaves occasionally, and the final one connected to the closet where the dry, tasteless kibble that the slaves were fed was kept. In a corner of the cell, closest to the outside world, laid several plastic dogfood bowls.

There was no water in the courtyard. Not unless it rained. If the prisoners were thirsty they had to get their fluids another way. A way that many guard, and the stallions who blew the biggest loads, were quite fond of.

It was in this courtyard sat a light blue pegasus sat. The pegasus, a former wonderbolt, was sitting down with his legs crossed, admiring Big Macintosh as the much larger Earth pony lifted 200lbs with ease. The pegasus’ hard cock strained against the fabric of the thong he wore, it being a much darker blue than his coat. Big Mac paid little mind to the horny little pet watching him from a distance, or the two other pets laying on either side of his bar. Combined the two of them didn’t weigh enough to effect his routine in any way.

The pegasus Soarin however paid a great deal of mind to the landscape of rippling muscles before him. He idly rubbed his nipples through the blue sports bra on his chest as he watched the Earth pony pump iron. Big Mac benched 6 metals plates and 2 adult stallions with only minor difficulty. Every grunt Macintosh made caused Soarin’s cock to twitch.

Soarin came out as gay long before Sombra’s takeover. Now that he lived in a world where every attractive stallion was brainwashed into being a colt cuddler, Soarin no longer worried about being caught staring at other ponies working out. Hell, it was his favorite pastime.

The horny pegasus popped a small brown cube into his mouth. Just the small piece of kibble was enough to make his stomach churn. It wasn’t tasteless, that would have been a mercy, instead it was chemically engineered to taste as awful as possible. It dried out Soarin’s mouth like a sponge, and left a terrible aftertaste, but just a few of these small cubes were enough to keep Soarin healthy. This kibble was some of the only food he was allowed to eat, and to convince himself to choke it down Soarin followed the same routine as many other pets. Eat about a handful of the kibble, then find some randy stallion who can fill your stomach the rest of the way with a hot load of cum. It didn’t matter if it was a guard or one of the herculean Earth ponies at the gym, just find a stallion who will give you his cum.

The door to the changing room opened and everypony in the courtyard turned towards it, including Soarin. Through the door came Shining Armor, the former prince of the Crystal Empire, on his knees crawling beside a guard. Shining’s normally toned stomach looked bloated, and anypony could guess why by looking at the guard’s uncovered, cum glazed cock that swung back and forth between his legs.Shining’s head was hung low in embarrassment.

The guard led Shining to the center of the courtyard before crouching down and removing the leash attached to the unicorn’s neck.

“Now play nice and make sure you have at least a little bit of your kibble. You can use that gunk on your chest to wash it down.” The guard said loud enough for everypony to hear. Shining said nothing in return but did nod his head, still refusing to make eye contact with the guard.

“Good boy. See you later, pet.”

Shining sat up on his knees and looked around the courtyard. From the stance Soarin got a much better view of the stallion, and he had to say that the ripped unicorn looked sexy as hell. He was dressed in mare’s clothes much like Soarin himself, but these clothes clung much tighter and highlighted the pulsing veins and muscles that covered the former royal guard. Shining had done his makeup quite well; with his soft white coat it reminded Soarin of the fashionista Rarity when she got dressed up for a fancy event. However he had never seen Rarity’s face and chest covered in a fresh load of cum like Shining’s.

The unicorn finally spotted Soarin and crawled over to him, a few drops of cum falling off his chin as he moved. After Sombra’s takeover, the two imprisoned stallions had become close friends and were working together with a few other prisoners on a plan to overthrow the king.

When the unicorn was within reach, Soarin pressed up against him and began rubbing his muzzle into the large stallion's chest. The fur there was softer than anywhere else on Shining, but Soarin could still feel the toned muscle that lay underneath. The fur was also covered in a fair deal of hot, sticky cum that now matted both Shining's chest and Soarin's face. Being this close, Soarin wasn't able to smell anything aside from the pleasant scent of his friend. He smelled like sweat and lavender bodywash, two things that Soarin found irresistible. The pegasus planted a small kiss on both of Shining's pecs.

Shining didn't react too surprised to the affection Soarin was showing him. It was something that the pegasus had started doing a month after they became friends. It was a result of the brainwashing and as Shining became more attracted to stallions he also became more accepting of his friend's advances.

“Hey Soarin. Where’s Thunderlane?” Shining asked.

“Private room, distracting one of the guards.” Soarin answered, although his voice was muffled by the unicorn's chest fluff. He was actually a bit upset that he wasn’t the one who got to distract the guards, but it would have interfered with his plans if he couldn’t talk things over with Shining Armor.

“Good, and Braeburn?” The unicorn continued. Soarin raised a hand and pointed to a corner of the courtyard where a dusty blonde earth pony was being spitroasted by two guards. A brown cowcolt hat sat on his head, leaking the cum that had previously filled it down onto the stallion’s face. Braeburn appeared to be having a great time with his hands pinned behind his back as the guards fucked his ass and muzzle in perfect synchronicity.

“Perfect. We can talk freely.” Shining said with a satisfied smile. “Soap Stone smuggled the dagger in for me. It’s hidden where none of the other guards will find it. Have you made the request to talk with Sombra yet?”

Soarin, apparently having gotten his fill of stallion fur, pulled his face away and gave his friend a smile. “Yep! Made the request this morning.”

Soarin’s job in this plan was to actually tell the thing that there was a coupe. He was supposed to tell King Sombra that Shining Armor, Thunderlane, and a royal guard named Twister, who was scheduled to be in the slave chambers, were planning a coupe against him. If the king asked, Soarin brought this information because he wanted to win favor with the king. King Sombra would then visit the slave chambers to speak with the 3 stallions and likely give them their first punishment then and there, but what he didn’t know was that Shining Armor and Thunderlane had both been given daggers by a guard named Soap Stone. Shining would attack the king while Thunderlane dealt with the guard. If the two slaves failed then Soap Stone would be waiting right outside the door to the slave chambers, ready to catch the king by surprise as soon as he left. It was a very risky planned that relied on everything lining up, but Soap Stone was scheduled to be relocated to Canterlot next week which meant the stallions would lose their only connection to the guards. The current plan was the best they could come up with on such short notice.

“Excellent job. There’s been no changes in Twister’s schedule. This might actually work.” Shining said with an enthusiasm Soarin was not used to seeing.

“Don’t get your hopes up just yet.” Soarin said, but his words were ignored by Shining. The unicorn looked excited, and Soarin knew he would feel bad when things took a turn for the worse.

~5 minutes later

It was roughly 5 minutes later when a guard came out to the courtyard to attach a leash to Soarin’s collar. Shining and Soarin were sat beside each other, pretending to admire each other's clothes and makeup. (Well, more like pretending to pretend since both stallions were actually very interested in the other's opinion on their appearance) As the leash was clipped onto Soarin's collar, the two shared one last knowing look as the guard roughly yanked on the cord and pulled the pegasus along.

Soarin was lead through the changing room into the rest of the castle. King Sombra was still early in the process of renovating the castle. Many earth ponies were walking around with large crates of crystals, while others chipped away at the walls and floor of the building with pickaxes. A giant bubble surrounded the entire wing of the castle where this construction was taking place, trapping the loud noises of stallion at work so as not to disturb the king.

Soarin was lead through this wing on his hands and knees, towards a huge set up double doors. Intricate carvings on the crystal doors depicted the many previous rulers of the crystal empires, all the way up to Princess Cadence. If the rumors were to be believed, Sombra intended to destroy this door and replace it with a brand new one that began with his rule.

The guard pushed this large doors open, an easy feat for an Earth pony such as himself, and took a few tentative steps into the enormous throne room on the other side. Soarin caught a quick glimpse of the scene at the opposite end of the room before he dropped his gaze to the floor quickly and assumed a bowing position, placing his muzzle to the ground. One a large throne made of dark green crystals sat the most powerful stallion in all of Equestria, King Sombra. He was wearing an expensive looking robe that was left completely open, exposing his horsecock. At, well actually under his hooves laid a pink and green dragon with a very feminine figure. Wide hips, thick thighs, but dainty arms and a smooth toned stomach. The dragon, Spike if Soarin remembered his name right, had his face buried in a pool of cum that he was excitedly licking up like a puppy, his own cock drooling a steady stream of fluid onto the ground from its flared tip. Spike’s cum actually gave off steam as it made contact with the open air.

“My king,” Soarin said with some hesitation. He knew it was dangerous for a slave to speak to the king without being spoken to beforehand, but he needed to tell the king about the coupe. “I have news of a coupe against you.” He finished.

King Sombra chuckled to himself. It was maniacal chuckle that only a man devoid of any real morals could make. “Really?” He asked mockingly. His deep, gravelly voice made Soarin’s cock hard. It strained against his thong begging to be let out. “My my, that sounds fun. Who is planning this coupe?” The king asked.

“Shining Armor, my king. Along with Thunderlane and…” Soarin paused momentarily, considering whether or not he was prepared to go with his plan. There was no way the king would kill Shining or Thunderlane, they were too much fun for him, but if Soarin named the guard he would be putting the stallion’s life at risk. But at the same time, if he did not name the guard then it would put the king’s life at risk. Which one was more important to Soarin?

“And… Soap Stone. One of your guards, my king. He smuggled daggers in for Shining and Thunderlane.”

Soarin heard the king move in his throne but dared not gaze upon him. He kept his eyes on the ground, staring at his own reflection in the crystal floor. It felt bad to betray his friends like this, but at the same time it felt good to keep his king safe. And it would feel even better if his king decided to reward him for being such a good pet.

“How did you learn of this coupe, slave?” King Sombra asked after some time.

“I was a part of the plan, my king. Reluctantly I promise! I was supposed to come here and tell you that another one of your guards, Twister, was the one who betrayed you. Twister is on patrol of Shining and Thunderlane’s cells. You were supposed to go down there to punish all three of them, but Shining and Thunderlane would attack you.”

“Hmmm… yes I suppose that would have worked. I do like to rape traitors in front of the other slaves. They could have quite literally caught me with my pants down.” The king let out a loud laugh that echoed off the walls of throneroom. Soarin heard Spike let out a much quieter laugh. It sounded confused as though he wasn’t sure why his King was laughing, but didn’t want to seem like he had missed a joke.

Eventually the King’s howling laughter subsided, and after he caught his breath Sombra spoke again. “But it does beg the question. Why should I trust you, little slave? Your story of Shining Armor and his friends attacking me could all be lies to distract me until the real trap is sprung.”

“That is true my king. I cannot force you to believe me, I can only tell you that I wish to be in the same position as that dragon at your feet. I want to serve you my king. And, Shining has hidden his dagger in his cell. It’s behind a brick near the ground on the Eastern wall. 3 bricks up and one brick over from the cell door. Thunderlane’s is hidden on the top of the Western wall, 5 bricks over from the cell door. Soap Stone put in a request for several stallions to be in the brainwashing chambers at this time so that Thunderlane and Shining are both forced to go back to their cells.”

There was a long period of silence. Soarin dared not speak. He could feel the king’s eyes boring into him with great intensity. Finally, Sombra spoke. But it was to his guards, not the meak pegasus on the ground.

“Check the slave’s cells. Look for the dagger. And bring me this ‘Soap Stone’ so that I may interrogate him myself.”

The guards all responded “Yes, my king” in near perfect unison. A loud chorus of metal boots striking crystal rung out as 4 guards marched past Soarin and the stallion holding his leash.

“Leave us.” Somba said. His tone was calm but commanding.

“Yes, my king.” The guard beside Soarin replied. He dropped the leash in his hand, turned on his heels, and marched away.

“You may look up now, pet.”

Hesitantly Soarin raised his head to look at his glorious king. Before him sat King Sombra, who was now on the edge of his seat hunched over, watching Soarin with almost predatory intrigue. His dark green and red eyes seemed to stare right into the pegasus’ soul. It caused Soarin to involuntarily gulp loudly, which he regretted as the noise bounced off the walls of the throne room. The corner of Sombra’s mouth raised into a mischievous grin that exposed his pearly white teeth.

“You said you wish to be like my dragon here.” Sombra motioned with his hand towards the twinkish dragon who sat obediently at his side. Spike had cleaned up all of his master’s cum off the ground and now sat there licking his own face and claws clean. “Is this truly what you want?”

“Y-yes, my king. I want to serve you. I want to spend time around you. All your training has taught me how to please you, my king. I feel like it would be a waste if I wasn’t at your beck and call to do that.” Soarin responded. He did his best to sound at least a little bit professional, but in reality it took everything in his body not to throw himself at the feet of the stallion in front of him and worship every part of his body.

The mighty king chuckled to himself and sat back in his throne. “And what is your name, slut?”

“Soarin, my king.”

“Soarin. That’s where I know you from. I knew you looked familiar. You’re a former Wonderbolt are you not?”

“Yes I am, my king.”

“I thought so. I have little need for another slave as close to me as Spike. But, I was thinking about allowing the Wonderbolts to be recreated. If what you have told me is true, then perhaps I will make you the leader of the new Wonderbolts.”

Soarin’s stared at his king with wide eyes. He was initially devastated when the king told him he could not be a slave like Spike, but the idea of leading the Wonderbolts was an excellent consolation prize. It was a lifelong dream of Soarin’s until Sombra took over and forced the Wonderbolts to disband. If Soarin couldn’t spend his days at his king’s feet, then spending them in the skies as the commander of Equestria’s fastest fliers was the next best thing.

“I-I-I would love that, my king. Thank you so much!” Soarin said with tears of joy forming at the corners of his eyes.

“Yes, yes. You are welcome, pet.” Sombra dismissed Soarin’s gratitude with a wave of his hand as if he hadn’t just offered the pegasus his dream job.

While Soarin sat on the floor, processing the idea of being captain of the Wonderbolts, the guards that Sombra had deployed searched every inch of Shining Armor and Thunderlane’s cells. They quickly found the daggers in the exact location that Soarin told them. Shining watched on from the hallway, his arms pinned behind his back by an Earth pony, as his plans for revolution came crumbling down. He was well aware that he had been betrayed and was now completely at the mercy of King Sombra. After the guards collected the daggers they moved to capture Soap Stone. They intercepted him on his way to the cells, stripped him of his weapons, and drug him by the scruff of his neck back to Sombra’s throneroom.

When the guards arrived they found Soarin standing off to the side, beaming with pride. Soap Stone was pulled to the center of the room where his legs were kicked out from under him, putting the pony right on his rump before the king of Equestria. Shining Armor and Thunderlane followed suit, though heavily ingrained brainwashing caused them to bow before the king on their own.

The king stared down at the 3 stallions before him. Each one looked scared, some more than others. Soap Stone in particular, a light gray pony, was quivering in fear before his king.

“Soarin tells me that you three were planning a coup. Is this true?” Sombra asked. His question was for the whole group but his eyes were locked on Shining Armor. The white unicorn refused to meet the king’s gaze, or answer the question. He looked back towards the door, towards Soarin. He looked hurt, and it tugged at Soarin’s heartstrings. But the pegasus wasn’t about to apologize for pursuing his own happiness, even if it came at the cost of Shining’s plan. He was sure that after a little more training, the unicorn would be happy his plan had failed to.

“Yes, my king.” Soap Stone was the first to reply. He looked at Sombra with terror plainly visible on his face. “We were planning to attack and at the very least imprison you. My king, I am truly sorry that w-”

Soap Stone was cut off as a thick green cloud of fog surrounded his lower jaw and forced his mouth closed. A similar fog lazily floated around the king’s horn. The king stared deeply into the eyes of his traitorous guard while he briefly pondered the lesser stallion’s fate. Treason was one thing, but such a pitiful display from one of the guards meant to protect the king’s life was just downright sad.

Sombra’s gaze turned to Soarin, who swiftly looked down out of respect. “I guess you were right. Excellent job, Captain Slut.”

“Th-thank you, my king.” Soarin stammered out. He was on the verge of hyperventilating out of excitement but tried to keep his composure in front of the king.

“Though I must say,” Sombra continued, looking back at the 3 stallions before him “I am a little disappointed that the coupe is no longer happening. It has been quite a while since I was last challenged and I must say, having nopony to fight has left me quite bored. Oh well, I suppose I can always fight my boredom with more… risque activities.”

The mighty king rose from his throne, standing before his 3 prisoners at an impressive 20 hands.He stood over them like a great volcano stands over a small island village. With one large hand he reached out and grabbed Shining Armor by the chin, forcing the unicorn to stare up into his cold eyes with very little effort. Despite his fear, Shining’s forced homosexuality caused him to actually admire the king’s very handsome face. His baby blue eyes scanned Sombra’s face for any minor blemish or mark but found none.

“Take Soap Stone and…” King Sombra had begun to speak when it dawned on him that he didn’t remember the black pegsaus’ name. He looked over at the prisoner, who was noticeably confused as well.

“Um...Thunderlane, my king.” The black pegasus slowly said.

“Yes. That’s right. Take Soap Stone and Thunderlane to the wizard. Have him blank the traitor and send him off to the guard barracks. He can keep the other one and do whatever he pleases to him. But as for you, pet.” Sombra leaned in close to Shining Armor. The white unicorn could feel the king’s hot breath on his face. Shining thought it felt nice, and then he thought about how annoying mind control is. “Spike and I were just about to visit your dear, sweet sister, Twilight Sparkle, in my dungeon. I think you’ll be coming with us.”

The king let out another deep, guttural laugh that echoed off the walls. He stared down at Shining, who was unaware up until that moment that Sombra had captured his little sister. The unicorn’s breathing grew heavy as thousands of questions raced through his head. What had this monster been doing with his sister? How long had she been in the dungeon? Was she being forced to experience the same brainwashing as him and the stallions?

All these thoughts and more ran through Shining Armor’s mind as he sat on the floor terrified to know that his sister was in the hands of King Somba.

Sunburst

Author's Note

The concept of mind blanking featured in this chapter is ~~stolen~~ borrowed from the masterloveshurt blog on tumblr. Check him out.

Sunburst

“Fuck yes!” The little orange unicorn gasped in pleasure.

Sunburst wasn’t much of a fighter. He was well versed in magic spells and their history, but the actual casting was something he struggled with. Without powerful magic, wings, or Earth pony strength, Sunburst would have been pretty pathetic in a war. That’s why, as soon as news broke that Sombra had successfully captured the prince and princess of Equestria in less than 5 minutes, Sunburst packed up his things and headed for the crystal palace fully intent on surrendering to the new ruler of Equestria.

“Fuck! Harder daddy! Harder!” Sunburst shouted as the stallion used one arm to sweep everything off the orange unicorn's desk and onto the floor, before tossing Sunburst himself on the desk.

This decision paid off well for Sunburst in the long run. He was corrupted by Sombra’s dark magic, something that was far quicker than the brainwashing system that Sunburst would later developed, and had several more benefits, but costed the king a great deal of energy each time it was performed. Energy he could not get back unless he uncorrupted the victim which itself was a daunting task.

“Oooh yes! Breed me you stud!” Sunburst wrapped his arms around the guard’s neck and brought him in closer for a kiss. The guard’s face was tickled by the small stream of cold black smoke that was constantly emanating from Sunburst’s red and green eyes.

However, good fortune had just thrown itself at the king’s hooves, pitifully kissing them and begging for mercy. After he was corrupted, Sunburst became a great deal more powerful, and with his new power and his immense knowledge of many subjects, Sunburst developed the brainwashing system that quickly became a staple of Sombra’s regime.

“That’s right daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your little toy!”

Enchanted chains that were borderline unbreakable, an intense combination of subconscious and conscious suggestions, pavlovian training, and all of it taking place within a cell that was enchanted as well to make the prisoner more open to hypnosis and suggestable. The “training” system as Sunburst called it was a genius invention.

“Pull on my collar big boy! Make me cho-GAH!” Sunburst’s words caught in his throat as the guard did as he was told and tightened Sunburst's collar until the little unicorn couldn’t breathe.

Sunburst was one of very few ponies that were still corrupted by Sombra’s magic. He spent his days creating new things for the king and his army, as well as trying to improve his training system.

“Pin my hands down! Oh you’re so strong! Fuck me harder daddy! Rape this little slut!”

One of the more terrifying ideas that Sunburst had developed was something he called “Blanking.” It was an offshoot of his brainwashing research. Blanking involved completely wiping away a stallion’s memories and personality. It turned them into little more than mindless puppets. They were not braindead. Their heart still pumped blood, they still breathed, and they could even get erect and cum if stimulated. But they were little more than a blank canvas. The earliest tests resulted in stallions that just sat in a chair with a deadpan expression, unable to talk or move. But those were the early tests.

“Cum! Cum for me!”

On the day of the failed coupe, Sunburst’s blanking technique was to the point where a few things could be implanted into a blanked stallion’s mind. A handful of words, or an attraction to a certain object or pony. Maybe even the personality of somepony or something that the stallion was familiar with.

“Cum inside me daddy! Cum, cum, cum, cum, cu-AAH!” Sunburst’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. With his arms pinned down, the unicorn convulsed on the table, shaking in orgasmic bliss. He could feel the hot load of cum pressing up against his prostate and quickly overflowing until it poured out of his ass and onto the floor. His own cum, a much smaller load than the guard had just given him, was sprayed out across his stomach and chest. The guard was still thrusting with his head buried in Sunburst’s neck, his tongue drawing lazy circles in the soft fur and tickling the orange unicorn.

It was at this point that both stallions noticed the large earth pony standing in the doorway to Sunburst’s cluttered lab. The earth pony wore exquisite armor made from metal with crystal plates on top. His badge marked him as a high ranking member with King Sombra’s army. He held in his hands two ponies who were desperately fighting him, trying to escape his strong grip on their necks so that they could run away. If it were not for the torn pieces of clothes stuck in their mouths and wrapped around their heads, the two ponies likely would have been yelling.

The other guard, who currently had his cock rammed all the way into Sunburst’s tight ass quickly pulled out, causing the smaller stallion to moan sluttily, and his cock to twitch a final time and release slowly leak out a final glob of hot seed that landed on his stomach. The guard who had been fucking the unicorn stood at attention, his dick swinging between his legs.

“Sir, you caught me by surprise. I was just uh…”

“Can it Flash. I don’t care what the two of you were doing because you’re done doing it now. The slut still has a job to do.” The earth pony said in a gruff, no-nonsense tone.

“Yes sir! I’ll go uh...patrol the castle, sir.” Flash Sentry gave the other guard a quick salute before heading past him out the door.

The guard watched Flash walk away, scoffing just before the stallion left earshot, then turned back towards Sunburst. Sunburst was sat up on the edge of his desk rubbing the lenses of his glasses with a rag.

“So what did these two do?” Sunburst asked with a coy smile before his longtime guard friend, Sharp Spear, could lay into him.

“It’s irrelevant. His majesty wants this one,” The guard lifted a light gray earth pony with snowy white mane off the ground. “Blanked. Then send him off to the guard barracks. As for this one,” The guard lowered the earth pony and raised a charcoal gray pegasus with a silver mane. “He’s all yours. Do what you want. Consider it a gift from his majesty.”

Sunburst’s eyes lit up and the unicorn hopped off his desk. He approached his gift and admired it like one might admire a new piece of furniture.

“I will have to thank his majesty for being so gracious.” Sunburst moved back just in time to avoid a kick from Thunderlane. “Ooh, and he’s so fiesty! You can strap them into the chairs over there.”

The guard moved carefully through the mess of scattered papers, rocks, and books towards 2 mahogany chairs in the back of the room. These chairs looked like electric chairs found in some prisons. They were bolted to the ground with several straps on them for restraining the sitter’s arms, legs, and head. On top of the chair was a metal helmet covered in wires and diodes. Wires ran down the chair and into a hole in the wall. Through that hole the wires ran behind the walls of the castle until they connected with a magic power source in the same room that once held the crystal heart.

Soap Stone and Thunderlane were each tossed into a chair. Sunburst and his friend worked together to restrain the two ponies even as they continued to fight. Once the thick leather straps were on the stallions had virtually no wiggle room, but this did not stop them from attempting to thrash around.

Sunburst took a step back to admire his new lab rats. He pushed his glasses further up his muzzle so that he could get a better look. The earth pony was smaller than most. His muscles nowhere near as well defined as the hulking guard standing behind Sunburst, but he had the legs of a professional sprinter. The pegasus didn’t seem to have any fat on him. His soft black coat clung tight to his toned muscles. His wings looked strong but had clearly hadn’t been used recently. There was no need for them to be restrained, Sunburst’s brainwashing conditioned pegasi to keep their wings closed and unicorns to keep their magic inside.

A sudden hand on Sunburst’s ass made the little stallion jump. The guard standing behind Sunburst squeezed his thick bubble butt, the soft skin enveloping the larger pony’s hand.

“You know I don’t like sloppy seconds.” Sharp Spear leaned in close and whispered to Sunburst. His hot breath tickled, and caused the unicorn’s ear to twitch.

“Weeelll, Flash was actually the one getting seconds. Top Brass visited me this morning. If you want my ass before anypony else then you have to actually visit before anypony else. You know I can’t say no to a stallion in uniform.” Sunburst ground his ass into Sharp Spear’s hand and reached back to wrap an arm around the earth pony’s neck, bringing him in close.

With a soft sigh the guard said “That’s fair I suppose. I’m sorry I haven’t visited you in a while. His majesty has kept me busy.” He planted a kiss on Sunburst’s cheek. “I’ll be here tonight. Make sure you’re clean for me.”

“Yes sir.” Sunburst said excitedly.

With a kiss goodbye and a hard spank that left a deep red handprint on Sunburst’s ass that was visible even through his orange coat, Sharp Spear left his boytoy. Sunburst, now alone in his lab aside from the two gagged prisoners, walked over to the pile of stuff that had been swept off his desk earlier. He dug through the papers and books until he located his lucky cape. It was a gift from his mother given to him just before he went off to the School For Gifted Unicorns. Nowadays it was usually the only piece of clothing the wizard wore.

Sunburst dusted his cape off before slipping it on and turning back to his new test subjects. They both stared at the unicorn, frightful of what he would do to them. Blanking was still brand new and a scarce few ponies knew what it was. They had no idea what they were in for, but the devilish look in Sunburst’s corrupted eyes was enough to make both stallions shiver in fear.

The orange unicorn took his time, slowly walking to one of his many shelves of books and scanning the titles. He was meticulous with his organization. What looked like chaos was actually an intricate system. Sunburst knew where everything in his lab, including the journal he was looking for, was. He simply wanted to drag out his playtime with the prisoners.

“Ah! Here it is.” Sunburst said after a minute. He reached out and grabbed a leatherbound journal. It was a journal full of his notes on how the blanking machines he had invented worked.

Sunburst approached the earth pony guard first, walking behind the stallion’s chair to examine a panel covered in a dozen small crystals of different colors. Each crystal glowed, some brighter than others. These crystals would affect different parts of the prisoner’s brain and they could be altered with a simple twist. Twisting the crystals to different positions yielded different results. Each crystal could be twisted to 50 different positions. 12 crystals with 50 positions each gave Sunburst more possibilities than he could imagine, but the alignments that Sunburst had already tested were all recorded in his journal.

The unicorn knelt down in front of the panel and flipped his journal open. He turned to a page he went back to often. Blanking was a punishment that Sombra ordered when he was too busy for a public execution or wasn’t attracted to a stallion enough to rape them. Sombra punished a lot of ponies for everything from stealing to chewing too loud and as a result Sunburst got to use his machine a lot, but he did not get to experiment with different alignments as often as he would like. The unicorn would never question his king’s decisions, but he felt it would be nice if he got a more lab rats.

Sunburst read over his meticulous notes on the what position to align each crystal to. Crystal 1(Top right, blue): Position 14. Crystal 2(Top right, one to the left, orange): Position 1, etcetera, etcetera. It took only a couple minutes for Sunburst to align the crystals. Once they were all in place he flicked a small switch on panel and the crystal all glowed a brilliant white light. They were powered up. The unicorn stood up and grabbed the metal helmet hanging above the panicking Earth pony’s head. He lowered the helmet down onto the prisoner, then walked around to the front of the chair so that he could secure the chinstrap.

The former guard was clearly begging through his gag, saying please over and over again, but Sunburst ignored him. Once the helmet was secured, the unicorn looked over to his gift. The black pegasus that the king told him to do with as he pleased. A lab rat, just like Sunburst wanted.

“I just don’t know what to do with you.” He said as he walked back behind his prisoners. He crouched in front of Thunderlane’s crystal panel and took a look at his journal. “It could be days before I get another friend like you. Do we want to have some fun, or do some tests?” He absentmindedly fiddled with some of the crystals on panel, turning them to random positions. “Do you like cleaning hooves? BDSM? Oooh maybe some roleplay?” He looked down at his journal and flicked through the handful of alignments he had tested before, looking for inspiration.

Towards the front of the book was an alignment that completely removed a pony’s free will, making them completely subservient to the first pony they saw after waking up. It could have easily replaced Sunburst’s training program, if it weren’t for the fact that it also removed most of the pony’s motorskills and knowledge, turning them into a drooling paraplegic.

Sunburst had been torn between testing his alignments further and having some fun with his new gift. In the end, he had to ask why there was any need to choose. Sunburst quickly aligned all the crystals to the specifications he listed in his journal. Thunderlane, hearing his captor hard at work, began to panic and fight against his bonds with renewed vigor. Clearly, the little orange unicorn had made his decision.

Once all the crystals were aligned, Sunburst closed his eyes, reached out with one hand, and felt around for crystals. Once his hands made contact with one he grabbed it and rotated it 180 degrees to the left. Then he let it go and felt out another. This one he rotated 90 degrees to the right. He felt out one final crystal and spun that one all the way around several times. The unicorn was entirely unsure of what crystals he had rotated, but it didn’t matter. There were small marked around each crystal to show which position they were in. After the tests Sunburst could take notes and see which crystals he changed and what affect that had.

The unicorn flicked the switch to power the chair and stood up, closing his journal with a loud clap, and walked in front of the black pegasus. The poor stallion was openly crying, and the sight was enough to tug at even Sunburst’s corrupted heart. While the unicorn lowered the helmet, he tried to console his gifted prisoner.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. This won’t hurt all that much and I doubt you’ll even remember the pain after I throw that switch. Everything’s going to be okay buddy.”

Sunburst rubbed small circles in the pegasus’ cheek with his thumb while he tightened the chinstrap. Once everything was in place he planted a kiss on the stallion’s forehead and took a step back to admire his work.

“On the count of three, you’ll both wake up as brand new ponies. One!” Sunburst reached forwards with both hands, grasping at the helmets on his prisoner’s heads. The restrained ponies were struggling in their restraints as hard as they could but made no progress towards breaking free.

“Two!” Sunburst planted his thumbs on large red buttons at the front of the helmets.

“Three!” The many candles in the room flickered as the unicorn finally pushed the buttons and activated the chairs. Loud shocking sounds erupted from the chairs and mixed with the screams of the stallions sat in them. Thunderlane’s head felt like it was being literally torn open, and the pain was almost unbearable. He stared at the cute little orange unicorn in front of him. The other stallion slowly became the only thing he could see as the world around him faded into blackness until the pain finally overpowered Thunderlane. The pegasus blacked out, as did the Earth pony beside him.

Thunderlane slowly opened his eyes. He felt like he’d been hit by a train. His every muscle ached in pain and the world around him spun. Drunkenly, Thunderlane tried to sit up. He was on the messy floor of some sort of library or study room. There were books and papers stacked all over the place, as well as rock samples and colorful potions.

The pegasus slowly got up on his knees and looked around the dimly light room. He could feel a pair of eyes staring at him and slowly turned around. He came face to face with an orange unicorn with piercing red and green eyes that gave off some sort of black smoke. Aside from his weird eyes, Thunderlane had to say that this stallion was one of the sexiest ponies he’d ever seen. Of course, he couldn’t remember any other ponies so he had no real frame of reference. The unicorn had a long cape with a popped up collar, a cute beard that hung down from his chin, and his legs were simply adorable; with a white pattern in his fur that made it look like he was wearing socks. The unicorn was sat in a chair with a glass of tea in his hands and his cock on full display between his legs.

“Good morning.” Sunburst said. He watched amused as his new pet stared at his cock in fascination. He took a sip from the glass of tea in his hands. Earl Gray. His favorite.

Thunderlane slowly got to his hands and knees. It felt difficult to go any higher, like his legs were going to buckle underneath him if he tried to stand. It was obviously important that Thunderlane find out what was going on and where he was at that moment, but he felt like the much more pressing matter was finding out this unicorn stud’s name.

“Woof! Woof!” Thunderlane barked at Sunburst. The unicorn nearly burst out laughing, at the realization of what he had done to the pegasus. He grabbed a quill and quickly wrote some notes in the open journal on the table beside him.

Thunderlane had meant to ask “What’s your name, handsome?” but for some reason it came out as two woofs. The pegasus was visibly confused but tried again to speak.

He wanted to say “Hi there sir. What’s your name?” but it came out as three excited barks.

“How adorable!” Sunburst said as he closed his journal and hopped off his chair to sit at eye level with is new pony-puppy. Thunderlane was panting loudly, staring up at Sunburst with a mix of confusion and adoration, mostly the latter. Sunburst scratched behind the pegasus’ ear, causing his back leg to involuntarily stomp up and down. “Everything is accurate right down to the basic responses. This is fascinating. I wonder if you can even know your own name.”

Thunderlane, though unable to speak with the kind stallion scratching his ear, did understand what he was saying. The pegasus could not remember his name, assuming he had one before waking up in front of this stud. Maybe this cutey could give him a name. That sounded right. Something in Thunderlane’s head told him that the ponies capable of speaking usually gave those incapable of speaking cute little names like “Rex” or “Dodger” or-”

“I’m gonna call you Coal.” Sunburst said with a smile. “I never asked Sharpy what your name was. But it doesn’t matter. You’ve got a nice coal colored coat, well maybe a few shades lighter than coal but that doesn’t matter. Hello Coal! I’m your new master.” The unicorn scratched his new pet underneath the chin, causing the pegasus to shiver in pleasure.

“You’re certainly more entertaining than the little puppet over there.” Coal’s master said. He motioned with his head towards a pony that Coal just then noticed. It was an earth pony with a distant look in his eyes. The pony sat in a chair completely motionless save for the rise and fall of his chest. It creeped Coal out.

“I wonder how much of your old training is still in that cute little head of yours.” Sunburst said. The pony had been rubbing his pet’s thick silver mane, but his hands had begun to drift downwards, tickling the pegasus’ spine. The unicorn stopped at his pet’s wings and branched his finger out to rub the strong muscles that connected those to the black pony’s back and allowed them to flap.

Coal watched his master’s freehand drift down and grab the large uncovered cock that sat between his legs. Sunburst held his dick up in front of Coal and asked in a cute but mocking tone, “Puppy want a bone?”

Coal had forgotten a lot, but he was still very aware of what a penis was. However, the concept of a blowjob was gone from his mind. Coal would very much appreciate a bone, but his master flaunting his cock. Was that bone going to be a reward? Did master want to breed? Of course! Master wanted to be bred, and then he would give Coal a bone to chew on.

Sunburst was caught off guard as the pegasus jumped on top of him. The pony-puppy pinned Sunburst’s arms to the ground and before the unicorn could shout that this was not what he wanted Coal stuck his tongue in his master’s mouth. Coal knew on some level what kissing was, but he couldn’t remember how it worked. So the pegasus moved his tongue around sporadically inside his master’s mouth, occasionally finding and entangling his master’s tongue but he always released it soon after.

The puppy saw his master’s horn light up. A green mist surrounded it. Coal broke the kiss with his master and quickly licked the horn, curious as to what the mist was and whether or not it would taste good. The mist was, in fact, tasteless. But Coal’s actions made his master moan in pleasure.

“Ooooh fuck!” Sunburst exclaimed as he felt his puppy’s tongue lapping at his horn. For a brief second, the corrupt light in the unicorn’s eyes went out, returning to their old cyan color, but the green and red quickly returned as the he came back to his senses. He pushed the pegasus off of him and turned over, getting on his hands and knees.

“No puppy, that’s not what I me-GAH!” A sudden weight on Sunburst’s back pushed his front half into the ground. Coal’s master had pushed him off momentarily so that he could get on his knees in the proper breeding position. Clearly master wanted Coal’s hot puppy cum, and Coal was happy to give it to him. He mounted his master and quickly tried to line up his cock with the stallion’s hole.

Once he found it Coal thrust his entire length into his master with one quick action. Master’s hole opened easily and Coal found that there was already something sticky and wet lining his owner’s insides. Coal must not be the only one breeding master.

The grand wizard lay on the floor getting fucked raw by the pegasus who was supposed to be his gift. His pet thrust wildly, sending his cock in deep and only pulling out a few inches before thrusting again. He felt no need for any sort of sensualness or care. The pegasus fucked Sunburst like he was a bitch in heat, and the unicorn couldn’t say anything to stop it because he was in pure orgasmic bliss.

He could feel the stallion’s cockhead rubbing up against his prostate, throbbing inside his tight ass. Coal didn’t use any lube aside from the cum that was already in Sunburst’s ass, and the results were a mix of fiery pain and unimaginable pleasure.

At one point Coal bit his master’s ear. It was something that felt instinctual to him. This turned out to be a good idea. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Go-OD boy! Such a *Oh!* good boy, Coal! Harder! Fuck your master harder!” A wave of praise erupted from his master after the unicorn finished convulsing underneath him. Coal doubled his efforts, fucking his master’s face into the floor. He tried to compliment the unicorn for his tight, warm ass and adorable moans. But every praise came out as a grunt or whimper.

“Yes! Good dog! Good boy! Just a little more and… and…. AAAH!” The two stallions came at the same time. Sunburst shot his load on the ground as his pegasus pet filled his ass with hot fluid. It warmed Sunburst to his very core, and felt nice as it leaked out of his ass and onto his balls.

Coal collapsed on top of his master but didn’t pull out. He had to keep his cock buried in his master’s ass to make sure he was bred just like he wanted.

Sunburst lay in orgasmic bliss on the dirty floor, panting loudly and grinding his body against the sweaty pegasus lying on top of him. He mindlessly repeated a few praises to his pet. His bliss was interrupted by a deep voice from the doorway in front of him.

“Do I have to stay with you all day just to make sure you don’t slip and land on somepony’s cock?” Sharp Spear asked.

Sunburst slowly opened his eyes and looked at his favorite guard. “Sorry Sharpy, he just got so excited.” The unicorn reached a hand behind him to uncomfortably pet his pegasus.

“So am I to assume you got an interesting result from your latest test?”

“Ooooh yes. I think his majesty will be quite pleased with this new alignment.”

“And the guard?”

“Waiting in the chair babe. He hasn’t moved a muscle.”

Sharp Spear began approaching the chair that Soap Stone was sat in. “Good. Now, you should go clean yourself up so that you’re ready for tonight.”

A hand reached out and grabbed Sharp Spear’s leg. The guard looked down to see Sunburst staring back up at him with a devilish look in his corrupted eyes.

“Oh, won’t you accompany me to the showers? What if I were to slip and land on, well, you know.”

The guard looked off into the distance, thinking something over for a moment before he looked back down at his boytoy.

“Flash Sentry should be in the showers right now as well. I’m gonna show him how a real stallion treats a little slut like you.”

Sunburst licked his lips at the mere thought. His guard reached down and picked him up from underneath his puppy. Coal was caught off guard as he was torn away from his post breeding nap. Sharp Spear hefted the unicorn onto his shoulder, carrying him firestallion style with his front half to the guard’s back and his back half within easy spanking range.

“Stay Coal! Master will be back in a minute.” Sunburst commanded. His pegasus-pet obediently sat there on the ground, watching the unicorn be carried away.

“Master? You better not address yourself like that around his majesty.” Sharp Spear warned.

“I would never! I’ll teach the puppy to worship the king when I’m back in my lab.”

“Good boy.” Sharp Spear said in a mocking tone as he delivered a quick spank to Sunburst’s exposed behind. “Oh and from now on, unless his majesty commands otherwise, I’m the only one you call daddy. Got that slut?”

“Yes daddy.”

Twilight Sparkle

Author's Note

No actual clop in this chapter, had to move the story along. Writing this actually made me kind of sad which crushed any attempts at sexual content. I always feel bad when I'm mean to Spike.

Twilight Sparkle

A little over one year ago, King Sombra was escaped from whatever limbo he’d been trapped in after his previous defeat. With a small group of magically corrupted stallions, the king stormed the Crystal Empire and the castle that sat at its heart. Within 5 minutes, he had defeated the prince and princess of the empire and claimed the throne as his own. The story differs depending on who tells it. Someponies say that Sombra had been blessed with immortality, and that the guards couldn’t even break his skin, much less kill or injure him. Other ponies say that the King lost all of his corrupted henchmen during the raid, but their sacrifices granted the king his opportunity to defeat the rulers of the empire. How the king won is unknown, but what is known is the horrible things he did to the prince, Twilight Sparkle’s brother, after his victory.

The king dragged the stallion out, kicking and screaming, and claimed his virgin asshole in front of the entire empire. Prince Shining Armor’s former subjects watched on in horror as the mad king Sombra raped him for an entire hour. By the end of it, Shining Armor was a sobbing mess who openly begged for mercy from the new king. Sombra didn’t stop after he was satisfied, he didn’t stop after the prince finally orgasmed, the king didn’t even stop when several ponies rushed the stag armed with improvised weapons. Sombra continued raping the poor unicorn, picking up and throwing the occasional citizen with his magic, until the former prince finally screamed at the top of his lungs that Sombra was the new king of the crystal empire. That was when the king finally pulled out of his toy’s thoroughly used hole and stood over him victoriously.

After learning what the king had done to her brother, Twilight Sparkle the alicorn princess of friendship grabbed her 5 friends and the dragon whom she thought of as a son, and rushed to the Crystal Empire. Twilight had no plan and refused to work on one on the way to the empire. She was driven solely by a white hot rage within her. Ultimately, that uncontrolled hatred was her downfall.

In no time she lied on the cold crystal floor of the castle, beaten and bloodied just like her friends beside her. As the king approached her with a sadistic look in his piercing eyes, Twilight has a brief moment of clarity. In that moment she cast a spell to teleport everypony within reach, which happened to be Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie, to a random location as far from the Crystal Empire as her magic could reach. This took the last bit of her strength, and she passed out on the ground with her eyes locked on Applejack.

Twilight woke up in that small cell completely alone after her defeat. King Sombra never even visited to gloat about his victory. She was left in that cell with black crystals in her horn that blocked her magic, completely unaware if Applejack or Spike or any of her friends were okay. The unicorn was only cared for when she was asleep. When Twilight woke up there would usually be a doggy dish full of disgusting dog food, another one full of dirty water, and a bucket for her to do her business into. Sometimes there would also be another bucket full of soapy water for Twilight to clean herself with, but that was only sometimes. Sometimes Twilight tried to stay up and find out who was bringing her these things, but when Twilight stayed awake her things never came. The alicorn stayed awake for 3 days straight once and didn’t get anything from her anonymous caregiver.

Originally Twilight had nothing to entertain herself with. No books, no writing materials, not so much as a harmonica to play the blues with. Those were the hardest days. But later on, presumably as the King’s control expanded, she would receive reading material. It was always propaganda, but with nothing else to read Twilight had no choice. If the majority of the information in these magazines and books were to be believed, Sombra had conquered not only the Crystal Empire, but every pony controlled country in the world. Even Princess Celestia and Princess Luna were no match for the king’s power.

Twilight read much about the king’s greatly exaggerated conquests, and about the stallions he was “training” as the articles put it. They described stallions following the military forces that visited their town back to the crystal empire, where they pledged loyalty to King Sombra and were taught how to be “a good stallion in the eyes of our mighty king.” Twilight was quite relieved when she spotted Spike in this article. He was posing fully nude on the ground, licking a pair of shiny silver boots. Most of his body was out of frame, but Twilight could tell by the color of the fur that the pony wearing the boots was King Sombra. As small text box hovered above Spike’s head with the quote “As the only person alive to have ever fought King Sombra, take it from me that he’s changed for the better. Being trained by the mighty king himself was one of the best experiences in my life! - Spike the Dragon.”

Twilight didn’t like what Spike was no doubt being forced to do in the picture, but it was the only evidence she had that her adopted son was still alive, so she kept it.

A little over a year after Sombra’s initial takeover, Twilight Sparkle was in bed staring at the picture of her best friend and son licking the hooves of the very same pony who put her here, when she suddenly heard the sound of heavy hoofsteps outside of her door.

The alicorn sat up in her bed, staring at the large steel door at the end of the empty hallway. It had been so long since she even spoke with another pony. What if they were here to save her? What if they were a new prisoner? At least then Twilight would have a friend.

The sound of a large deadbolt being unlocked echoed off the long hallway, and ever so slowly the door creaked open. There in the doorway stood a sight that was simultaneously awful and wonderful. Her dragon son and her brother both stood there, with the evil King Sombra between them, standing at least 3 hands taller than the two. Her family members both had thick leather collars around their necks, with leashes connected to them that led back into Sombra’s big strong hands. Spike seemed oblivious to Twilight’s presence. He was pressed up against Sombra’s large figure, rubbing circles around the fully nude stallion’s left nipple. Shining Armor however was solely focused on his sister. His baby blue eyes cut through the silhouette cast on him by the light almost as much as the king beside him. Sombra’s eyes narrowed and focused in on the purple mare at the opposite end of the hall, who was currently covering her face from the harsh light just outside of her little room.

“There she is my pets. Twilight Sparkle, princess of friendship.” Sombra said in his deep, gravelly voice. It was the first voice other than her own that Twilight had heard in over a year, and it was not a pleasant one. The second voice was much better though, as her brother shouted out and tried to run over to her.

“Twilight!” Shining Armor yelled. He attempted to run towards his sister, but Sombra’s vice-like grip on his short leash kept the stallion within arms reach of his king. Shining used all his strength to fight against the king to little effect. The king’s arm didn’t budge as Shining pulled against him.

The alicorn had gotten up from her bed and was making her own meager attempts to get closer to her brother. Her body was pressed up against the cell bars as she watched Shining pitifully attempt to fight the stallion who was far stronger than him.

With a grin the king took a step towards Twilight’s cell while Shining was pulling him, which caught the unicorn off guard and caused him to fall on his hands and knees. Shining quickly recollected himself though, and rather than standing up simply tried to pull the king from his position on the ground. He was like a dog that kept trying to run ahead of its owner. The king followed him with a look of simple amusement on his face, and Spike walked beside him in lockstep while slowly wrapping his tale around his king’s waist.

“Hello Princess. Long time, no see.” Sombra said in a mocking tone when he stood only a few feet away from Twilight’s cell. Shining was still on the ground, now just close enough to his sister to reach out and grab her hand. Twilight felt her brother’s hand, cold from touching the stone floor of the dungeon, and fought to hold back her tears. This was her first pony contact in so long, and regardless of the circumstances it felt good.

“Sh-sh-shining. I missed you...so much…” The princess slowly squeaked out. Her throat felt odd due to a lack of use and the sound of her own voice surprised the princess. She had forgotten what she sounded like.

“I didn’t know you were here Twily. I’m so sorry, I would’ve come sooner. I really would have.” Shining Armor did not fight his tears. He openly bawled in front of his sister, pressing her soft hand up to his face.

Twilight enjoyed the sight of her beloved brother for a moment before shifting her gaze up. She expected to see Spike, the dragon she had come to consider her son, standing there as patient as ever waiting for his turn to say “Hello” to Twilight. Instead she found him planting kisses on the muscley arms of the very stallion who imprisoned her, and him, and Shining.

“Wh-what did you do to him, Sombra?” Twilight asked in an icey tone.

“Why, I trained him Twilight. That is what an intelligent pony does when a powerful creature falls right into their hands. They train it until it’s an obedient little pet. Just like a dog. Isn’t that right, slave?” Sombra asked while he pat Spike on his head a few times, bending the flimsy scales that jutted out from atop his head which shot back up as soon as the king pulled his hand back.

“Yes master. Spike pet.” Spike said dreamily.

“Master? Wh-what are you saying Spike? T-take that collar off him you monster! He’s not a pet! He’s an int-intelligent creature!” Every word Twilight said to Sombra dripped with hatred for the horrible pony.

Shining Armor tried to jump into the conversation by telling his sister “No” but Sombra was already chuckling to himself and reached a hand behind Spike’s neck. “Take the collar off? Well, if you say so, princess.”

In a swift motion Sombra pulled the collar off of Spike’s neck. He held it in his hand, dangling before the dragon’s very eyes, before tossing the thick leather through the bars of Twilight’s cage. The brass buckle of the collar hit the stone wall of her cell with a loud thud before it landed in her bed softly.

Spike’s eyes were wide as the dragon went into panic mode. He involuntarily dropped to his knees and reached out for his collar. The dragon pressed his face against the bar and stuck a hand through, desperately reaching for the collar that lie so far out of reach.

“Please...Spike want… Spike need… collar... Spike’s collar… Twilight please… Spike want collar…” The dragon was muttering mindlessly, wholly consumed with trying to grab his collar. His draconic strength was enough for him to bend the steel bars ever so slightly, but without a running start there was no way Spike would be able to get through them and grab the piece of leather he so desperately wanted.

Shining Armor was surrounded in a green smoke that kept his mouth shut and dragged him away from his sister. The unicorn was quickly replaced by King Sombra himself, who stood mere inches away from Twilight Sparkle, towering over her and the scrawny dragon beside him.

“Are you just going to make him suffer, Twilight? He’s being such a bad boy right now, not wearing his collar.”

Tears welled up in Spike’s eyes as he redoubled his pointless efforts to grab the collar off his friend’s bed.

“No… not bad… Spike good… Good boy, master… Spike not bad…”

Twilight watched the dragon she considered a son cry on the ground because he couldn’t reach a collar, the symbol of his oppression. It broke the mare’s heart. Slowly, she got to her feet and grabbed the collar off her bed. It was still warm. She crouched down in front of Spike, looking one more time into his emerald green eyes. He was staring at the collar in her hands, solely concerned with grabbing it.

“Oh Spike. I promise I’ll find a way to fix you.” She said as she handed the collar off to the dragon. Spike snatched it out of her hands and in a frenzy tightened it around his neck. When it was in place, nearly tight enough to cut off his oxygen supply, the dragon looked up at his glorious king searching for approval.

“Good boy.” It was only two words but it brought Spike unimaginable pleasure. The dragon collapsed in a heap on the ground, allowing the soft tingling that his master’s praise brought wash over him.

“Why are you torturing me, S-Sombra. Why are you torturing everyone?” Twilight asked.

“Torture? No, no, no. Torture is being torn apart by crystal magic and having to reassemble yourself over a period of 10 years. Torture is building the strongest Empire in the world only to watch it become soft and weak over the generation. Torture is being trapped in limbo, and then a smoke form, and then limbo again and being completely unable to orgasm for hundreds of years! You, your dragon, and your brother killed me! And I spared your lives. I have even gone as far as to give the dragon a life of luxury at my feet. I have been kind to my slaves, far kinder than I ever have been before.”

As Sombra ranted his imposing force made Twilight scoot back against the wall of her cell in fear. The green smoke around the king’s horn dissipated, his rage consuming all thought.

“But here you are, accusing me of torturing my precious crystal slaves. Of torturing you and my favorite pet? Perhaps I should! Perhaps I will fetch one of the daggers your brother wanted to stab me with and -”

Shining Armor reached out and grabbed King Sombra’s shoulder. He applied pressure with his thumbs rubbing them into his shoulder blades, massaging the large stallion in a pressure point he had been trained to locate by Sombra’s very own brainwashing system.

The king tensed up for a moment. Almost spinning around to grab the pony who had dared to place their hands on him by their neck and snap it. But as soon as he felt a pair of strong thumbs digging into the tense muscles on his back he relaxed.

“My king, you must calm down before you do something rash.” Shining Armor said calmly to the mighty stallion who was quickly learning to lean into the unicorn’s strong hands.

Shining looked over at his confused and terrified sister who was quivering on the ground.

“I’m sorry Twilight, but King Sombra won. Arguing with him is just playing with fire.”

“Mmm yes, listen to your brother, girl.” Sombra said.

“But...but I can’t let you, or Spike, or anypony live like this! He’s a madpony Shining!” Twilight shouted at her brother, once again moving to press her body against the cell bars.

“I know he is Twilight, but none of us can beat him so it’s pointless to even try. Besides, it’s not so bad. You haven’t even seen what life outside of here is like, there are still some things to enjoy.” Shining lied to both himself and his sister. Or at least he wanted it to be a lie. The unicorn still wanted to live his old life, when he was attracted to mares and had a beautiful wife that he loved. But Shining couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed the wild sex fueled life that Sombra had created. Sure, most of his enjoyment was the result of brainwashing, but that didn’t make what he felt any less real. Whether Shining enjoyed something because he genuinely liked it or because his brain was reprogrammed to make him like it didn’t change the fact that he did like it.

“I-I don’t want to be in here anymore Shining.” Twilight said running down her cheeks.

“I don’t want you to be in there either. I will -”

“You will do everything I say.” Sombra interrupted Shining. He pushed the smaller unicorn off of him and stretched. “Thank you for the massage my pet. You will most definitely be giving me more in the future. Now, I didn’t really care for you before Shining. You always seemed,” The king moved in close, looking down at Shining Armor like the buff unicorn was little more than a tiny ant. “Weak. But to my knowledge you’re the only pony to plan and almost pull of a coup against me in quite a while. I can respect that. It takes bravery. I want a brave stallion.” Sombra pushed his face against Shining’s staring deeply into the white pony’s blue eyes. “I want you Shining Armor. And now I have a very easy way of making sure you don’t try to kill me again. I’ll release Twilight. Not right now, but perhaps soon if you’re good. I must make some preparations for her. You will serve me just like Spike,” The dragon, who had been sitting obediently to the side this whole time perked up. It sounded like he would be getting a new friend. “when you are not undergoing training.”

“Y-you’ll let me go? Just like that?” Twilight asked with great suspicion.

“I am hardly letting you go. I am merely moving you from a secluded cell where nopony can hear you scream, to a larger cell where you’ll have other ponies to converse with and do whatever it is you mares do with each other.”

“And, I just have to act as your servant when I’m not being brainwashed?” Shining asked.

“Yes. Rather than spending time in that filthy courtyard, you’ll be in my throneroom.”

Shining Armor looked over at his sister. She was filthy, her mane was a mess, her coat was unkept and her fetlocks hadn’t been shorned in month. Aside from her poor physical well being there was also her mental health that Shining had to worry about. This was no place for his sister, and the unicorn would make any deal Sombra offered if it meant moving her somewhere nicer.

“Fine, Sombra. You have a deal.” Shining Armor extended a hand which Sombra did not shake. The larger stallion gazed down at Shining with a disappointed look on his face.

“If you going to be a pet, you had better start addressing me properly. I am your master, slave!”

Shining Armor gulped and dropped his hand to the floor before speaking again. “Y-yes master. I accept your kind offer.” The white unicorn bent over and kissed Sombra’s hooves as he had seen Spike do before. After planting a wet kiss on both hooves he sat back up but kept his head down, refusing to look at either his sister or his new master.

“Perfect. We’re going to have some fun, pet. We’re going to have lots of fun.”

Shining Armor II

Author's Note

Happy Freedom Day my fellow Americans! Here's a chapter that ended up a lot longer than I expected it to be.

Shining Armor II

Fireworks erupted outside the walls of the crystal empire as ponies celebrated the one year anniversary of Sombra’s defeat. The evil tyrant was defeated when he foolishly released Twilight Sparkle from her cell in the castle dungeons. She along with her brother Shining Armor, overpowered and defeated the king and restored harmony to Equestria.

Now, while his wife was out in the streets celebrating with the rest of the Crystal Empire’s citizens, Shining Armor sat in his throne looking down at Sombra. The dark grey unicorn’s eyes no longer glowed blood red, and the smoke that used to emanate from them was gone. Now they were a soft green color.

He sat on his knees with his head hung low. Strong ropes were wrapped tightly around his hulking muscles, threatening to snap like a rubber band should the unicorn flex. But the ex-king made no attempt to escape. He sat there quietly at the hooves of Prince Shining Armor. 5 guards stood around Sombra with their spears leveled at his neck.

“Do you know what today is, Sombra?” Shining Armor asked with a boastful tone.

“It is the day you defeated me, my prince.” Sombra replied. His voice was dry and weak. A stark contrast to his old deep gravelly voice from when he ruled.

“That’s right. I think we should celebrate in a way that a colt-cuddler like you will looove.” Shining’s voice dripped with mockery. The prince stood up slowly from his throne and with one deft motion untied his belt. His soft silk pants fell to the floor with a “plop”, leaving the king nude from the waist down. “I get why you walked around like this all day Sombra. It really inflates the ego to wander the castle with your dick swinging between your legs.”

Sombra looked up at the prince with his soft green eyes. “What did you have in mind my prince?” He asked.

Shining Armor leaned in until his muzzle was pressed up against the former king’s. “The day you took over you used my ass for an hour! I’m gonna use yours for two slut.” He spat at the other stallion. “Now turn around.”

The guards backed up, granting the disgraced former ruler room to crawl on his knees until he was pointed away from the prince’s throne. “Restrain him.” Shining ordered his guards. 4 of the 5 ponies dropped their spears to the ground and approached the unicorn who sat on his knees. The rope that was once around him was suddenly gone without explanation, but nopony seemed to notice. The guards roughly grabbed Sombra by his arms and legs, holding them out to the side and forcing him onto his belly.

Shining stood over his restrained slut, the former king who had tortured him and his family for so long. Finally, revenge would be his. The prince knelt down behind Sombra, grasping his rapidly growing cock in one hand and spreading the gray unicorn’s cheeks with the other. Even the former king’s ass was muscular. Shining could feel the tough flesh hiding underneath the soft fur.

“I know you want this faggot. I know what you like. Tell me what you want.” Shining commanded his restrained rapeslut.

“Mmmm, I want you…” Sombra whispered. Shining had a short and sudden rush of lightheadedness. He clutched the side of his head, trying to maintain his balance until the world stopped spinning and the unicorn was able to focus again. He tried to play it off as though nothing had happened, but did suddenly feel that the ex-king deserved at least a little bit of mercy.

“O-oh yeah? Well you’re about to get me slut. But first, I’m gonna give you something that you never gave me. A bit of lube.” Shining chuckled to himself as he swished his tongue around in his mouth, working up a glob of saliva that he spat out onto the king’s exposed asshole. It landed slightly above Sombra’s tight ass and slide down the valley of his crack. The gray stallion shivered when the spit ran over his asshole.

“You’re so kind to me, my prince. I want you so bad…” Sombra said in a seductive tone. He wiggled his ass back and forth in the prince’s face, all but inviting him to go nuts. But Shining Armor was struck with another bout of lightheadedness. He had a handful of the king’s ass and was staring down at the light gray hole before him, trying to line up his thick cock head with the tyrants virgin entrance. The world started spinning when the king spoke and it distracted Shining from his goal.

“S-stop talking… I… I’m…” The world became clearer for a moment, and when it did Shining looked down at King Sombra’s tight asshole and questioned how he was going to fit his dick in such a tight opening. “Th-that’s right my kin...no, Sombra! I’m kind, unlike you. I’m kind enough to not rape your ass when it’s this tight. I’ll...loosen it up for you…? Me? Both...both of us.” Shining felt like he was intoxicated but the world around him wasn’t spinning. In fact, the stallion had a very clear target in his sights. He lowered his head towards the king’s asshole, a sudden hand wrapped itself up in his mane. It was his 5th guard, the one who wasn’t restraining Sombra. The prince delicately ran his tongue through his king’s crack.

It was sweaty, and the thousands of tiny hairs tickled, but it tasted good nonetheless. It was difficult for Shining to explain why it tasted good. The taste could best be described as a mix of sweat, dirt, blackberries, and no doubt some bacteria. But Shining’s cock grew harder and his tongue became more exploratory as he licked and kissed Sombra’s ass. His tongue gently began to probe his king’s asshole, pushing it slowly. Sombra gasped in pleasure which encouraged Shining to probe even deeper. He pushed his tongue in and swirled it around, caressing the hot insides of the mighty king.

While he ate out Sombra’s ass, Shining was completely unaware that his guards had pulled back and seemingly disappeared into thin air. The dark gray unicorn stood up from the ground and reached back to place one of his strong hands on Shining’s head, forcing the unicorn’s face between his cheeks. Shining felt the muscular ass of his ruler pressed up against either side of his face and enjoyed the heat radiating from the king’s behind. He obediently moved his tongue around, occasionally pulling it out so that he could lick the ring of Sombra’s anus or plant a kiss on one of his cheeks.

“Yes my pet. I want you...I want you, Shining Armor.” The king said in his old gravelly voice. He spoke with an authoritative power that made Shining Armor feel weak and submissive.

“I… I want you too my king. I wan-”

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Shining Armor was thrown back to reality at the sound of a metal spoon hitting a pot. Briefly he struggled to look around him, but quickly remembered how thoroughly restrained he was.

Dreams. They had once been his escape from the world he now lived in, but lately Shining Armor found that they were becoming tainted. Now, rather than fantasizing about defeating King Sombra and dismantling his oppressive regime, the white unicorn was nearly cumming at the thought of rewarding the king for his awful behaviour.

As a guard entered his room to unlock Shining, the unicorn thought about the deal he made with King Sombra just yesterday. He had to obey King Sombra and behave as submissively as Spike the dragon, the creature who had been brainwashed to the point where he nearly forgot how to speak. It was a difficult task, but Shining had to do it. King Sombra warned him after they left Twilight’s room, that every time he upset the king his sister would be locked back up in her cell for an entire month. And if he ever made an attempt on the king’s life again it… well the things Sombra described made Shining sick to his stomach. Needless to say that Shining wouldn’t even think about another coup while his sister was still within Sombra’s reach.

The ex-prince considered it the night after meeting his sister, and had come to the decision to follow Sombra’s rules. He would obey every order given to him no matter how humiliating, use the wealth of information on Sombra’s likes and dislikes that were programmed in his head to keep the king as happy as possible, and bide his time with a big smile on his face until his sister was released and he got her as far from the Crystal Empire as he could. Only then would he dare stand up to the king.Only then would Shining Armor strike.

The prince was taken to his usual changing room where he looked over the large selection of clothes in his size before his shower. He pondered what he should wear to make Sombra happy, digging into the knowledge he was programmed with. The king liked forcing stallions to dress like mares. It was a fetish of his. He liked roleplaying as well, which explained why there were so many outfits in the crate. Canterlot maid uniforms, white nurse uniforms, schoolfilly uniforms with short plaid skirts, headbands with cat ears on them, and a butt plug with a fake dog tail on it. The tail was white, fluffy, and curled up. It was likely supposed to resemble a samoyed dog’s tail. Shining considered it.

“He does call me his pet.” The unicorn thought to himself. “Might as well play the part.” He reached into the crate and grabbed the tail, quickly popping the plug into his mouth so that he could lube it up. The taste of another stallion’s dried spit on the plug was something Shining so desperately wanted to find disgusting. But he found himself sucking on the plug like it was a pacifier instead. He tongue wrapped around the plug, covering it in fresh spit while the unicorn continued to look through the crate. He managed to find a pair of knee socks with a pattern of little black paw prints covering them. Shining thought they were just the cutest things he’d ever seen, but he told himself that he was only grabbing them because they would go with his tail. A pair of sleeve gloves with the same pattern were buried at the bottom of the crate along with a pair of panties that had a hole in the shape of a heart over the butt. Shining decided not to wear anything over his chest and laid his chosen clothes out on the makeup counter so that he could shower.

Shining’s shower was uneventful, except when he shoved the butt plug up his ass. After having a vibrator in there for several hours, sticking the well lubed plug up his butt was rather easy. Although the unicorn still put on his show for the hunky guard watching him, the stallion at the corner of the room made no attempts to grope, kiss, or touch Shining Armor in any sexual way. This didn’t mean that the guard wasn’t graciously eyeing up Shining’s ripped body as he dried off and slipped his chosen outfit on. The unicorn admired himself in the mirror after putting on his makeup. The bulge in his panties stuck out a good 3 inches from his body, and that was with a soft cock. Shining’s cheeks burned bright red as he looked at himself. He had to admit, he looked sexy as hell. Hopefully his king would agree.

Once dressed the guard clipped the leash back onto Shining’s collar and led him out of the changing room. He did not go into the courtyard however. Instead he was taken through a small hallways and into a room filled with at least 20 guards. They were standing out, some chatting with each other, some polishing their armor or getting ready to do their work, and others playing with one of the two cum covered stallions in the room.

On the left side of the room was a pony that Shining recognized as Soap Stone. The former guard was sat in the lap of a much larger earth pony, bouncing up and down on his cock. Bouncing was the wrong term actually, it was more like the larger pony was picking Soap Stone up and dropping him down over and over again. He had Soap’s legs up on the air pressed nearly behind his back, and the small stallion’s head forced to look down at his own engorged cock. Soap Stone looked almost dead and if it hadn’t been for his cock suddenly spasming and firing off a meager load of white hot cum on the floor, Shining would have been convinced that he was. The former guard didn’t react at all to the giant cock in his ass, his own orgasm, or the no doubt painful position he was contorted into. Soap Stone didn’t react to anything at all and Shining Armor had no idea why.

On the other side of the room was a gray colt who was practically glazed in cum. He looked like he must have just turned 18 only a couple days ago. The colt was breathing loudly, with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. A guard was positioned behind him, rapidly pistoning his cock in and out of the colt’s thoroughly used hole until he finally moaned in pleasure and pulled out. Quickly the guard ran around with his dick in his hand, until he was standing in front of the colt where he let his dick fall on the colt’s face with a wet smack. The guard moaned again and let his seed slowly spill out onto the colt’s face where it ran down over his eyes, mouth, nose, and cheeks. It was like a white mask had covered the small pony’s entire face. It slowly dripped off in globs onto the floor.

“How many is that, slut?” The guard asked.

“13 s-sir.” The colt responded slowly.

The guard turned towards the other side of the room and shouted. “Hey! We’re at 13 over here. What about you guys?”

One of the guards on the left side of the room shouted back. “15! Better step up your game or else we win the bet!”

A sudden nudge to his stomach got Shining’s attention. He turned to see the guard who was walking him standing very close.

“Who are you rooting for?” He asked in a whisper.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Shining asked in return.

“They’ve got a little bet going. Soap Stone was blanked yesterday. And this colt showed up outside our door with a bottle of lube. We’re trying to see which one is a better fuck. I have my money on the colt, but apparently the blankey’s ass muscles are stuck flexing so he’s super tight. What do you think?”

“I..I don’t know. What’s ‘blanking’?” Shining asked in confusion.

“Eh, don’t worry about that. Anyways, I ponyally still believe in the colt. I used him on the front lawn before I brought him in here and I’ll tell you, I’ve never come that fast.”

The guard yanked Shining Armor forward by his neck, making the unicorn speed up. They continued through the room, with guards of all shapes and sizes eyeing up Shining on the way through. Several of the whistled at unicorn, and some yelled the various sex acts they wanted to perform on him, but none of the guards made an attempt to actually touch the very exposed stallion. Shining found this incredibly odd. Sombra’s normal guards were known to be very handsy and the unicorn had never gone a day without at least 3 guards groping his ass. He decided not to comment on it, fearing that bringing attention to the guard’s new behaviour might cause them to revert back to their old ways.

The two ponies finally exited the guard barracks and Shining found himself in a familiar T junction that connected to the throneroom and the slave cells. Normally Shining would have been coming out the slave cell doors and in fact it would have been quicker if, after his shower, Shining had been lead back through the training room, into the slave cells, and finally into the junction. However, that route would not have taken him through the guard barracks where he was eye candy for a bunch of horny stallions. Sombra likely ordered that Shining be taken through the barracks.

The guard pulled Shining up to the large double doors that towered over the two ponies. With a push, the guard forced the doors open revealing the massive throne room. Inside stood King Sombra, the mightiest stallion in all of Equestria. His loyal and fully nude dragon Spike stood behind him with a soft, happy smile on his face. In front of the king, on his knees, was an orange stallion wearing nothing more than a sparkly cape that draped down over his lithe figure. The little orange unicorn was cute, with a tiny beard that hung down from his chin, a small pair of spectacles that he kept pushing up his muzzle, and a fancy pattern in the fur around his hooves that almost made it look like he was wearing socks. The unicorn was kneeling with his face pressed up against King Sombra’s massive horsecock. He was running his tongue up and down the king’s dick, smearing the side of his face with his own spit and matting his fur as a result. The only off putting thing about this stallion were his dark red and green eyes that emitted a steady stream of smoke. They were nearly identical to the king whose cock he was in the process of worshipping.

The king was far away, but his deep booming voice was loud enough for Shining Armor to hear from the doorway. “And you’re certain you can create the desired effect?” The king asked the unicorn at his feet.

The orange pony reluctantly stopped his licking and looked up at the king. “Yes my king! Well, mostly certain. Almost completely mostly certain. I’d like to do at least um… 2 more tests. If that’s alright with you, my gracious king.” The stallion planted a small kiss on the king’s dick before looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. The cuteness of the eyes was hampered by the corrupt look in them, but it seemed to work on Sombra. Either that or the King just wanted the little orange unicorn out of his hair.

“Very well Sunburst. I’ll find you 2 more lab rats. But you had better get me what I want.”

“Oh yes, my king! Anything for you.”

At this point King Sombra looked over and saw Shining Armor standing in the doorway. An evil smile creeped onto his face.

“Begone now Sunburst. I will have the guard bring you the new stallions when I find them. For now I have business to attend to.”

Sunburst looked over at Shining Armor as well, a tinge of jealousy clearly visible on his face. But the unicorn said nothing more than “Yes, my king.” before he got up and walked past Shining and out the door.

Sombra approached Shining Armor slowly, his eyes scanning the stallion up and down. Shining was left to looked around awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact with the large pony who was eyeing him up like a piece of fruit.

“Is that cute little outfit for my sake?” Sombra asked with an obvious gloating tone. He knew that he was in full control here and intended to take advantage of it. Shining Armor said nothing though.

“I asked you a question, slut.” Sombra spat at the unicorn, his words suddenly much more threatening.

The former prince straightened up his posture and locked eyes with the evil king he hated, and also found immensely sexy, but mostly hated. “Yes, my king. I chose this outfit for you. I hope you like it.”

“Gooood boy.” The king said slowly, letting the words drip off his tongue like honey off a spoon. “Spike! Heel!” He suddenly shouted. The dragon rushed up beside him, falling to his knees obediently and looked straight ahead. Shining, wanting to take the lead, also dropped to his knees. “Oooh, is someone excited to be my little pet?” Sombra asked teasingly.

The guard unclasped the leash on Shining’s collar and left the room with a bow. Shining was left there with Sombra, Spike, and 3 elite guards.

Wait… only 3 guards?

“Wondering where the rest of my guards are?” Sombra asked suddenly. Shining looked up at him shocked. Was his confusion that obvious? “Do not look so surprised. It was pretty obvious that you were confused. The rest of my guards are off collecting the fresh meat. I like to be personally involved in picking which stallions receive the honor of being trained by me. They will be bringing me the latest ponies they have captured after lunch.”

Sombra grabbed the two males at his feet by the backs of their collars and picked them up enough that only their feet were left to drag along the ground when he walked them over to his throne. Sombra dropped the two of them at the foot of his massive crystal chair, which he then took a seat in. He leaned back and stared down at the two males. His eyes moved between the dragon and the pony with an odd look.

Finally the king’s eyes settled on Shining Armor. “You are new here, pet. So I will let you watch and learn. Spike!” The king’s eyes shot over to the dragon, who was already up on his feet apparently knowing exactly what to do. The dragon moved quickly, pushing the king even further back into his seat and pulling his soft red cape out of the way to reveal his quickly hardening member. Spike jumped into the king’s chair and began grinding his soft, scale covered ass into the large pony’s lap.

“Do keep in mind though Shining.” Sombra said, peering around Spike to stare at the unicorn on the ground. “That you do not exclusively have to watch.” To show what he meant the king reached a hand down and gently fondled his balls, tossing the two large orbs up and down before the prince’s eyes.

With his point made the king returned his attention to the horny dragon twink in his lap. Sombra’s cock was fully erect and sticking up between Spike’s asscheeks. The dragon moved his hips up and down, giving his master great pleasure. The soft scales on his ass felt pleasant as they rubbed against the tender flesh of Sombra’s cock, and the dragon’s tight little asshole winked as it grinded up against the hard dick.

The two of them went at it in Sombra’s throne for several minutes before the mighty stallion grabbed Spike’s hips and lifted him straight up. He did not drop Spike, but he did lower him with great force. The dragon was rapidly impaled on Sombra’s cock, moaning loudly. His voice was high pitched like a little filly’s and echoed off the walls of the throneroom.

King Sombra kept his grip on the dragon’s hips tight and forced the weak little slut up and down his cock. Spike let out another sexy moan every time he was forced down on the throbbing cock in his ass. He had to reach out and put his hands on the king’s chest to steady himself until he got into the groove. Once Spike understood the rhythm he dropped his hands and moved his head in close. He ran his tongue over Sombra’s chest, licking up the sweat that was covering his fur and circling his sensitive nipples with his agile dragon tongue. Spike wrapped his lips around one of the king’s nipples and applied the most gentle touch he could with his sharp teeth. The king groaned in pleasure at the feeling and started fucking the dragon’s immensely warm asshole even harder.

While this went on Shining Armor watched in awestruck amazement from the floor. At some point when Spike was hotdogging Sombra, the former prince decided to throw away any pretense of his former heterosexuality, even if just for a moment, and embrace this new gay side of himself, as well as the love for King Sombra that he had tried to fight off. For just a moment, Shining wanted to feel some happiness. So, the unicorn had his strong hand wrapped around his own cock, furiously stroking it back and forth as he watched the rough sex in front of him. He wanted to be in Spike’s position so bad. Wanted to feel his master’s thick horsecock thrusting in and out of him like a piston. Everytime Sombra’s thick dark gray cock pulled out of the dragon’s ass it was a covered in a gleaming coat of fluid that Shining wanted to lick off. There really was no point for him to fight it anymore. As soon as Sombra brought up licking his ballsack Shining Armor was practically drooling.

The unicorn moved forwards as best he could while still furiously jacking himself off until he sat mere inches away from Sombra’s fur covered sack. The king’s testicles were large, far too big for Shining to fit both in his mouth. Shining leaned in close to Sombra’s balls, they were bouncing up and down as he thrust into Spike over and over again. The smell was disgu… no. It was fantastic and Shining Armor desperately wanted more. He pressed his face against his master’s ballsack and breathed in deeply. The pure, unfiltered scent of the stallion who owned him and the rest of Equestria was intoxicating.

Slowly, the pet extended his tongue and licked one of Sombra’s big hairy balls. He dragged his tongue up it, then pulled it into his mouth. Shining Armor suckled on the testicle, feeling the rapid heartbeat of his king in his mouth. Shining let the actual ball itself fall back but kept the skin in his mouth, gently biting down on it. The king grunted, giving Spike a hard buck. Apparently master liked that. Shining released the skin and went to try and suck the other testicle into his mouth.

After a while the king delivered one final thrust, erupting inside of Spike. The dragon clutched his master, holding the groaning stallion close to him as his ass was filled with a deluge of hot cum. Shining Armor knew that the orgasm was coming. He could feel his master’s balls swelling in his mouth. Sombra’s copious sperm couldn’t be kept inside of Spike’s ass and began to slowly pour out around the king’s cock. It dripped down slowly, some small globs landing on Shining’s face, but most of it flowing down Sombra’s shaft like white rivers towards his ballsack. Shining obediently licked up the cum, nearly collapsing in a heap as his own orgasm overtook him. The taste of the king’s cum was overpoweringly good. It was salty with just a hint of sweetness. The taste was overwhelmingly male, and Shining slobbered all over his master’s balls as he desperately licked it all up.

Sombra fell back and relished in the afterglow while his two slaves busied themselves cleaning up the mess they made. Spike got out of his master’s lap with much reluctance joined Shining Armor on the floor. The two quickly began to clean Sombra’s shaft, running their tongues up and down the length trying to gather as much cum and anal juices into their mouths as they could.

“Be sure to savor that my pets. It will be your lunch.” King Sombra said in between heavy breaths.

“Yes master.” The two said in unison. Shining and Spike cleaned up as much of the obvious mess as they could, swallowing the thick and sticky fluids that they licked up. Then they moved on to the stray traces of semon on the ground and the king’s lap. This they did not swallow, instead keeping it in their mouths to swish around and taste. Shining didn’t understand why this was what he wanted to do, but he was far past caring. The unicorn sat before his king with a mouth full of cum, happy as could be.

Shining Armor tried to go back to his old self, but the taste of the cum in his mouth made that nearly impossible. Shining couldn’t think of mares or all the horrible stuff that Sombra did on a regular basis. His every thought was focused on the stallion before him who looked like an ancient Greek sculpture come to life, and the taste of that stallions hot cum sitting on his tongue.

Eventually a guard walked into the throne room carrying a silver platter. The guard walked up to Sombra and sat the platter down beside him, pulling away the lid to reveal a plate full of noodles. Shining wasn’t very familiar with spaghetti, but the dish looked like fettuccine alfredo. The strong smell of a lavish meal was almost foreign to Shining Armor. He had spent so many months eating disgusting kibble, now Sombra sat above him eating fine dining.

Hopefully his master would allow him to try a bite.

“Your meal, my king. It has already been tested for poison.”

“Good. How are the new ‘applicants’ coming along?”

“The train will be pulling up within the next hour my king.”

“Excellent. You are dismissed.”

“Yes, my king.” The guard bowed before his ruler and backed away. Shining didn’t know where the guard went. His eyes were focused on the delicious meal his master had.

Sombra picked up his cutlery and looked down at the two slaves before him. By the looks on their faces one might assume he had been starving them.

“You two want some of my food?” Sombra asked with a coy smile.

They nodded their heads in unison, both of their mouths still full.

“Well, as Spike knows, my pets eat after I eat. And that’s only if they give me a good show. After all, it’s hardly a meal if there is no entertainment to go along with it.”

Sombra’s gaze passed between the two slaves. He looked like he was expecting them to do something but Shining could not figure out what it was that he wanted. Spike’s eyes scanned his master’s face for any clues as to what the stallion wanted but got nothing.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

Shining Armor was the first one to make a move. He turned to his side and grabbed Spike’s face, pulling the dragon in close. The two of them locked lips, pushing their tongues into each others mouths.

“That’s better.” Sombra said approvingly as he finally stabbed his fork into his food.

The two slaves, eager to give their master a show, made out with each other on the ground, swapping around the thick horsecum in their mouths. When their lips parted it dripped out slowly, falling onto their bodies and rolling down slowly to the ground. Shining Armor wrapped his hands around the small dragon, holding him close. Spike gave off so much heat, it was oddly comforting. And his thin lizard-like tongue was able to wrap itself around Shining’s tongue and constrict it, pulling the unicorn’s tongue wherever the dragon desired. The dragon usually desired for it to be nearly to the back of his throat. They toppled over and rolled around on the ground, their hands roaming anywhere they pleased. Pinching, twisting, and outright groping anything they wanted.

The two males, pets to King Sombra, were in heaven as they made out with each other for the viewing pleasure of their master.

“Good boys.” King Sombra said, his only word of approval as he watched his already mind broken dragon go at it with the apparently newly mind broken stallion. Watching the little white unicorn go at it on the ground, Sombra had a sudden and very strange feeling in his chest. It was one he had never felt before. It was hard to describe, Sombra wasn’t quite sure if there was an actual word for it, but he knew that if Shining Armor stayed as he was at that very moment. Completely and utterly his. It would make the king very happy. A new kind of happy, one that he had never felt before.

As the king finished his meal, pushing a few noodles to the side of his plate for the good pets who gave him an excellent show, Sombra wondered what this new and mysterious feeling was. And what it would mean going forward.

Daddy Double Feature

Author's Note

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Daddy Double Feature

“You few lucky stallions have been given a rare opportunity. Some of you may become my new soldiers, others may become slaves like my little pets here.” King Sombra placed a hand on the head of the unicorn sitting beside him, tussling the obedient slave’s hair. “But you will all be going through the same training until the loyalty you already have has been amplified tenfold.”

13 stallions stood in front of King Sombra, lined up shoulder to shoulder with their arms tied behind their backs. None of them dared to make eye contact with the king, they all stood naked with their eyes focused on the wall in front of them.

Sombra paced in front of the stallions, his two pets crawling on their hands and knees beside him. The king’s long red cape flowed elegantly behind him. 8 guards stood in the room, 4 behind the row of slaves and 4 in front of them. Off to the side of the room stood Sunburst. The orange unicorn was admiring the wide selection of stallions on display, wondering which ones he might be given for his work.

The king went to the far right end of the line and inspected the snow white earth pony with similarly white mane and tail. His cutie mark stood out against his white coat; three baby blue snowflakes. They matched his eyes, which were currently trailing up the valley of muscles that were the king’s abs.

“And who are you, little earth pony?” King Sombra asked.

“D-Double Diamond… oh uh, my king.” Double Diamond said. He forgot the title of the stallion standing over him for a brief second, lost in thought as he stared at King Sombra.

One of the guard’s closest to the king spoke up. “We found him in a secluded village, my king. We are still going through the citizens there, but he seemed like a very good candidate. Already very attracted to stallions, and very suggestible. We believe training him will be easy.”

“Good, then get this little slave a collar and have him begin training immediately.”

“Yes, my king.” The guard walked forwards and grabbed the rope tied around Double Diamond’s hands, pulling the earth pony towards the large doors. As the white stallion was being pulled away he shouted to Sombra. “Thank you, my king!”

Sombra said nothing further to the stallion. He moved on down the line, stepping in front of another earth pony. This one was older, with slicked back hair that had quite obviously been dyed. His face was just beginning to show signs of aging, with wrinkles around his face and bags under his eyes. This did not detract from the pony’s appearance though. He had a dark cream colored coat and for an older stallion he kept himself in good shape. His cutie mark were three cartoonish looking bags of money with green bit signs on them. Even when completely nude and restrained the pony had a suave air to him that intrigued the king. But Sombra was not very interested in older stallions. He preferred the tight, young ones whose hips he didn’t have to worry about breaking, even though his strength was enough to break just about anypony’s hips.

“And you?” Sombra asked the stallion before him.

“Filthy Rich, your majesty.” The stallion bowed slightly before the king.

“Filthy Rich? And just how much money do you have?”

“My net worth is 20 billion bits.” Filthy Rich replied nonchalantly.

“Interesting. And why has a stallion as rich as you come here to be my slave?”

“Well, not to pin the blame on your or anything my king, but after you captured that large stallion Macintosh and his sister, the apple farm where I get most of my product slowed to a crawl. Now I’ve got investors on my ass all day asking what I’m going to do, I’ve had to sell 3 of my Summer homes, and things are only getting worse! I saw the ads you’ve been putting in the paper and this whole ‘slave’ life doesn’t sound so bad. Endless pleasure, free meals prepared by the royal chefs. I mean, being exposed like this will take some getting used to, but I’m proud of my body.”

Filthy’s mention of ads in the paper caught Sombra’s attention. He had created a propaganda department within the castle only 3 months ago and already a pony had shown up on his doorstep wanting to join the regime. The king took a step back and spoke to the entire crowd of ponies.

“Who else came here because of the content my castle has been putting out?”

5 ponies raised their hands. A hulking white pegasus with dirty blonde hair and a barbell for a cutie mark, a blue pegasus with even darker blue hair and a spinning top cutie mark, a light cream colored earth pony with flowing dark amber hair and a feather between two red hearts for a cutie mark, a light gray pegasus with white and turquoise mane and a pair of silver lightning bolt cutie mark, and finally a small colt.

The colt caught Sombra’s eyes. He was very short. Easily the shortest pony in the room. The little earth pony colt was white with large brown spots covering his body, most prominently one over his right eye. He had a large fluffy mane of brown hair and a short tail, and he was not as physically impressive as the stallions he was lined up beside. His cock was easily the smallest one in the room and he was much more petite with a little bit of fat on his stomach. While most of the ponies in the line looked nervous, this little colt had a determined expression on his face. He wanted something.

Sombra unexpectedly left Filthy Rich, walking over to the little colt. As the tiny pony noticed the king quite clearly making a B-line for him, his determined look broke slightly to reveal a tinge of fear.

“What’s your name, little colt?” The king asked. The colt barely reached the bottom of Sombra’s large pectoral muscles.

“P-Pipsqueak” (Use that small text on this) The colt whimpered out. His bravery suddenly gone when he stood before King Sombra.

“What was that? Speak up, slave.”

“Pipsqueak. M-mistah Sombra.” The colt said louder. He had a cockney Trottingham accent.

“That’s king to you, little colt.” Sombra replied with venom in his voice.

“Yes Mistah King! Yes sir!” Pipsqueak stammered out.

What did you read that made you want to come here, Pipsqueak?” Sombra said the colt’s name with a mocking tone.

“I-I read the revised history of Equestria’s Empires, I did Mistah. It was real fascina’ing! I especially loved readin’ about how kindly you took in the princesses. Is it true that Princess Luna acshually surrendered to you after you agree to be kind to her ci’izens mistah king?” Pipsqueak was suddenly very excited, talking fast about what was apparently a favorite book of his. Sombra did not know what he was talking about. He never actually read the propaganda that was put out, and the former princess Luna never surrendered. If she weren’t trapped on the moon, the alicorn would likely still be fighting Sombra, or she would be dead.

A guard stepped forward to hand King Sombra a book. It was the Revised History of Equestria’s Empires, a well read copy judging by its state. There were yellow sticky notes sticking out of many of the pages with short notes on them. Sombra looked at the cover of the book. It showed a small tree with only a few branches. At the ends of each branch were the cutie marks of a ruler of Equestria, past or present. A corrupt version of the crystal heart sat at the very top of the tree, a stand in for the cutie mark that Sombra did not have. Sombra’s branch went into a branch with the cutie mark of Princess Cadenza, which itself was one of three branches sprouting from a branch that bore an elaborate spinning vortex type cutie mark with a sun at its center. The mother of Princess Celestia, alive before even Sombra. The other two branches sprouting from Celestia’s mother belong to Celestia herself, as well as her sister Luna.

At the bottom of the cover were the words “Written by Night Light & Published by the Crystal Empire Publishing Company.”

Night Light, King Sombra’s head of propaganda. The blue unicorn was roughly the same age as Filthy Rich, and was in charge of creating content that would alter public opinion of Sombra’s empire. Night Light was a father, though Sombra was never interested in finding out who his child or children were. And from rumors the guards told him, Night Light was considered “Daddy Material” by the younger soldiers. The king looked up from the book, examining the little colt whose question he had chosen to disregard. Night Light was doing a good job and a reward was in order.

“Sunburst!” The king shouted across the room to his magician. The unicorn jumped to attention and looked over at his king.

“Y-yes King Sombra!?”

“You can keep Filthy Rich.” Sombra began. At the mention of his name, Filthy turned to look at the young orange unicorn with creepy eyes whom he had just been “given” to. The unicorn was nearly jumping up and down while he rubbed his hands together in glee. “And take the colt too. Turn him into a gift for Night Light.”

“Yes, my king. Thank you so much! I’ll get started on them right away.”

Filthy Rich tried to speak up but was quickly stopped by a red rubber ball being stuffed into his open maw. A thick strap was tied behind his head, painfully cutting into his cheeks.

“Mmph! Mmmgpher!” Filthy Rich yelled out behind his gag. A nubile hand reach around and rubbed the older stallion’s chest gently.

“Shhh...shhh… everything’s going to be fine. Let’s go to my little lab.” The stallion behind Filthy whispered.

Sunburst’s horn was engulfed in green mist which also quickly faded in around Pipsqueak and Filthy Rich, lifting the two restrained lab rats into the air. He pulled the two ponies along and shouted a sincere thanks to King Sombra on his way out off the room.

The royal wizard carried his new test subjects to his lab. The large room was just as cluttered as ever, with towers of books that threatened to topple over at any minute, cabinets overflowing with notes the unicorn had taken, and various objects and antiques that the unicorn had an interest in researching. However, there was now a large doggy bed at one corner of the room, upon which laid a charcoal colored pegasus curled up asleep. Sunburst wasted no time dropping the two of them in his mind blanking chairs. Small clouds of green mist surrounded the pony’s restrains, untying the ropes and tossing them off to the side before forcing their hands onto the armrests of the chair. Sunburst used his magic to tighten the leather wraps around Pipsqueak’s wrists and ankles, but crouched beside Filthy and handled his restraints ponyally.

“I hope that’s not too tight.” Sunburst said as he pulled the leather straps around Filthy’s wrists. The older stallion tried to speak but the gag in his mouth was still muffling his words.

“M-mine are a little tight mistah.” Pipsqueak chimed in.

“Oh I’m sorry little guy. Let me get those for you.” Sunburst reached over and pulled on the straps, tightening them around the colt’s wrists. “There you go, now be quiet.”

The unicorn stood in front of Filthy Rich and slowly unclasped the ball gag in his mouth. Filthy let the spit covered red ball fall into his lap and roll onto the floor while he stretched his jaw.

“I don’t know what King Sombra meant when he said I was yours, but you better not think you can fuck someone as rich as me little unicorn. I’ve seen what happens in your courtyard and I want no part of it.” Filthy Rich began ranting at Sunburst, but the unicorn quickly silenced him with a finger to the lips. Sunburst slid into the older stallion’s lap, wrapping his arms behind the earth pony’s back. His horn was still light and behind the restrained pony he held his journal and a mirror in the grasp of his magic. He ground his ass into his new captive’s lap and made conversation while he aligned the crystals.

“Of course I won’t be fucking you, Mr. Rich. I prefer to bottom anyways.” He gave Filthy a wink. “I’m a wizard, and a scientist. You and Pipsqueak are new test subjects in a completely safe experiment that I’m running. I have to ask though, did you know about all the debauchery that goes on in this castle when you showed up?”

“Yes. I’ve got connections, I hear about a lot of things.”

“Obviously not enough things for you to turn tail and run away from Equestria.” Sunburst thought to himself.

“My daughter’s already in college and my wife spends more time with the poolcolt than me. After I read that ad in the paper, I wanted in. Having sex all day long sounds like a dream. I’m not picky about who it’s with, so long as it’s somepony attractive. But I didn’t expect all of this.” Filthy Rich said, motioning around the room and down to his restrains with his head.

Sunburst giggled like a little schoolfilly. “Well, don’t you worry Mr. Rich. You’re going to live the same luxurious life you’re used to. You’re not some common slave, you’re mine!” The wizard leaned in close and grinned mischievously. His look did nothing to calm Filthy Rich down.

“And what about you Pipsqueak? Did you know what about all the fun we have in the Crystal Empire?”

“Y-yes sir. There’s a lot of uh...matin’ isn’t there.” The colt replied sheepishly, clearly uncomfortable talking about such things.

“Mating? Hah! There needs to be a mare involved for it to be mating. What goes on in this castle is hot. Steamy. Gay. Sex.” Sunburst punctuated each of his last 4 words by moving closer and whispering them into the colt’s ear.

Pipsqueak tried his best to back away from the unicorn, who moved between the chairs like a cat. “Yes that’s what I mean sir.” He stammered out.

“And your parents don’t have a problem with that?”

“M-my parents um… they encouraged me to come here.”

Sunburst stopped his teasing and looked at the colt with genuine surprise. “Really? They wanted you here?”

“Y-yes sir. I told them that I liked ano’er colt in my highschool and they said that I should come here if I like colts so much. They seemed right steamed about it too, probably upset I didn’t tell them sooner. They always want the best for me, they do.” The colt said, oblivious to the truth of the matter.

Sunburst was less oblivious. He gave the colt a soft smile and a peck on the cheek. “Well if you’re a colt-cuddler than the Crystal Empire is going to be a fun place for you!”

Using his magic, Sunburst finished adjusting the crystals on the back of both Filthy and Pipsqueak’s chairs, then he lowered the helmets onto them. As he was tightening the chinstrap there was a knock on the door to his lab. It was loud enough to wake the sleeping pegasus up. He shot to his legs and barked loudly at the door, rushing over to it ready to bite any possible intruders. He startled Filthy and Pipsqueak but only mildly annoyed Sunburst. The unicorn used his magic to grab the back of Thunderlane’s collar and drag him back to bed.

“Down Coal! Down!” Sunburst commanded. Coal stopped barking and sat on his haunches, still watching the door with baited breath. Sunburst sighed and gave Filthy Rich a quick peck on the cheek before getting out of the stallion’s lap. As he approached the door, the unicorn called out to the pony on the other side.

“Who is it?” He asked.

“Night Light. I was told you had a gift for me?” A stallion’s voice called out from the other side.

The sound of Night Light’s friendly yet commanding tone put pep into Sunburst’s step. The unicorn quickly ran back over to his restrained test subjects and leaned in close to Pipsqueak.

“I like you kid, but if you embarrass me in front of Night Light I swear to Sombra I will make you spend the rest of your life thinking you’re a tree.” The unicorn whispered his threat into the colt’s ear.

“Yes sir! I promise I won’ embarrass you in front o’ mistah Night Light.”

Satisfied, the wizard sprinted back to the door. He took a moment to straighten out his messy hair, fluff his camp, and push his silver rimmed glasses back up his muzzle, before finally grabbing the doorknob and opening the large door.

Before Sunburst stood a dark blue unicorn with even darker curly hair that had just a few strands of gray flickering in the candlelight. He looked clean shaven, and younger than Filthy Rich with slightly more toned muscles and less wrinkles. His hands were on his hips, tough from years of labor but also slender and nimble like those of a writer. He wore more clothes than most other stallions in King Sombra’s castle. A tight fighting white dress shirt with the top few buttons undone to reveal the ample hair on his muscular chest, and dark blue slacks with small ink stains down the front. The slacks were same shade as his mane and tail. Additionally, the unicorn wore a pair of black dress shoes and reading glasses much like Sunburst’s. The final touch was the leather collar around his neck that was done up tight.

Night Light had surrendered to the king shortly after news broke of Twilight Sparkle’s capture. Most just assumed that the unicorn had given up and was praying that Sombra would take it easy on him if he surrendered. That was not uncommon after the princesses fell. Nopony knew that he was the father of both Twilight Sparkle and Shining Armor, and his kids, up until recently, were not even aware he was in the castle. Night Light took easily to the training, a common thing for a married stallion, and he was the one to suggest that the kingdom produce propaganda. It was a ploy of his to try and gain more power within the regime and hopefully lead the ponies in a massive revolution against Sombra. The king laughed at his idea originally, and made Night Light create the first pieces of propaganda entirely on his own. But as ponies began to read and believe the lies that Night Light created, the king finally saw the use of such powerful media. The former room of Princess Cadence, Night Light’s daughter in-law, was turned into the propaganda division where the unicorn and 6 other ponies worked tirelessly to control public opinion on King Sombra.

The fatherly stallion stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips, looking at the little orange unicorn in front of him. He was well aware of the wizard’s utter infatuation with ponies he thought of as father figures. The little stallion was actually drooling a little at the sight of Night Light.

“Sunburst, my gift?” Night Light asked.

“Huh? Oh right! Come in here, he’s strapped to the chair.” Sunburst took a step back to allow his 3rd biggest crush (The first two of course being King Sombra and Sharp Spear) into the messy lab.

Night Light looked around and let out a sigh. “You really need to clean your room, Sunburst.”

“Are you going to punish me if I don’t?” The unicorn asked with a sly grin on his face. The older pony ignored him and walked to the back of the room where 2 other ponies were restrained in chairs. While he did that Sunburst grabbed Coal by his collar and pulled him over to his doggy bed. He grabbed a leash tied to the leg of a heavy wooden table nearby and clipped it onto Coal’s collar, keeping the brainwashed pegasus there for the time being. The pegasus whimpered pathetically and licked the unicorn’s hooves and legs a couple times.

“Not right now Coal, I have guests. You and I can have fun later.”

While the wizard took care of his dog, the author was examining the two captive ponies. One was an older earth pony he recognized as Filthy Rich, the richest stallion in Ponyville; a village his daughter had been living in before Sombra’s return. The other one was a young and tiny colt. If he had been standing, the colt likely wouldn’t have even come up to Night Light’s shoulders.

“Which one’s mine?” Night asked.

“The big one’s mine.” Sunburst said, walking over and possessively putting a hand on Filthy’s chest. “The small one’s name is Pipsqueak. He’s yours.”

Night Light had to fight to hold back his laughter at the little colt’s name. “Pipsqueak” how cruel can parents be?

Night Light grabbed Pipsqueak’s restrained hand and shook it as best he could. His grip was gentle but there was obvious power behind it. “Hello Pipsqueak. My name’s Night Light.”

“Good day mistah Night Light. You can just call me Pip if you want.” The little colt said.

“Is that a Trottingham accent?” Night Light asked with raise eyebrows.

“Why yes i’ is sir. I was born in Trottingham. It’s a nice place innit.” Pip said back with a smile.

“That it is. I’ve always wanted to go. So much culture there.”

Night Light was already taking a liking to the cute little cockney colt in front of him.

“If you’re ready to begin, I’ve already got the chairs set up.” Sunburst said. He held up his journal behind the restrained ponies, just out of their view but perfectly within Night Light’s. It was open to two pages that showed complimentary alignments.

The left page had the words “Daddy Dom” written in big bubble letters at the top with a small heart in front. The rest of the page contained an index of numbers, and a several paragraph long description at the bottom, but even with his glasses Night Light’s eyes were not good enough to read it from his current distance.

The right page had the words “Teach me daddy” written in a much thicker and rigid font. It too had a list of numbers beneath it and a long description underneath that.

“I can’t read that Sunburst.” Night Light informed the wizard.

“It doesn’t matter. You’ll love it!” Sunburst tossed his journal onto the table behind him and quickly hit the big red buttons on the helmets wrapped around the restrained pony’s heads. Night Light tried to tell him no, or reach out to grab his hands, but he was too late. A loud electric shock sound rung out, once again startling the brainwashed pegasus near the door who began barking. Filthy and Pip were convulsing in their chairs. Their eyes rolling into the back of their heads as their fingernails cut into the wooden armrests of the chair, peeling away at them. All at once, the room fell silent. The ponies collapsed in their chairs as the electricity ceased to flow, and Coal’s loud barks were silenced by a magical grip around his mouth.

Night Light starred at the two limp ponies before him, completely horrified. Sunburst on the other hand, was rushing off to clear a mess of paper off a queen-size bed in the corner of the room. It was so thoroughly buried underneath the wizard’s garbage that Night didn’t even see it at first.

“What did you do Sunburst!?” The blue unicorn asked.

“It’s a new method of brainwashing I’m working on. It’s so much faster than that old training system, and it yields some interesting results. They’ll wake up in a couple minutes so if you want to set the mood you better get moving.” The unicorn explained nonchalantly.

“Set the mood? What are you talking about!? Are they even still alive!?” Night Light asked in abject horror.

“Of course they’re alive! What kind of pervert do you think I am? Their personalities have just been altered a little.” Filthy Rich’s limp unconscious body was suddenly surrounded in a field of green mist. His restrains were undone and the stallion was lifted out of his seat and set down lovingly on the now cleared bed. “Now then, are you gonna fuck that little colt or not?”

“I-I’m not in the mood for that right now Sunburst…” Night Light began. The orange unicorn quickly grabbed a bottle of blue liquid off his night stand and rushed over to the blue stallion. He popped the bottle open and held it underneath Night’s nose.

“Sure you are. You just need a little bit of encouragement.”

The smell was pleasant, like cherries and cream. And as Night Light’s pupils slowly expanded the unicorn turned to look at the petite colt sitting before him with a very predatory gaze.

Some time later

Filthy Rich felt hungover. No, he felt worse than that. As a rich socialite in Ponyville he drank a lot and as a man going through marital troubles he drank even more. Filthy had woken up hungover more times than he could count. What he was feeling as he woke on a bed that felt decisively unlike his own was far worse than a headache. It was a godsend that it went away quickly as the old stallion sat up in some stranger’s bed.

He looked around the room. It was a disaster. Filthy didn’t often see messes like this. His own home was tended to by a large force of maids. This room couldn’t have been in his house, it simply couldn’t have been. The bed underneath him was soft but the silk blankets felt scratchy, nothing like the ones he had at home, and the strong miasma of sex hung in the air which was another thing his upscale mansion was not known for. As Filthy looked around the messy room his eyes eventually settled on a completely nude orange unicorn with ginger hair who was staring at him dreamily.

“This unicorn…” Filthy thought to himself. “He looks familiar. I know I’ve seen him before, but where?” He tried to remember the last days events but it was foggy. He remembered seeing an ad in his newspaper, then hopping aboard a train and taking it… to his son’s house. That sounded right. Things suddenly started clicking together like puzzle pieces that had been painted over. He remembered wanting to visit his son, the orange unicorn before him named Sunburst, and here he sat in his son’s room. His son’s messy room.

“Sunburst, when was the last time you cleaned in here? And where are your clothes young man? Where are my clothes!?” Filthy asked angrily, realizing at that moment that he was naked. His sudden anger clearly shocked the unicorn in front of him, but Sunburst quickly regained his composure.

“Oh I’m sorry daddy, I didn’t expect you to be here so soon.” Sunburst said, trying to commit to his part.

“That’s no excuse. You represent my business out here, I can’t have you tarnishing my name. Get over here!” Filthy grabbed his son’s arm and pulled the unicorn over to him.

“What are you doing?” Sunburst asked as his “dad” grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over easily with is Earth pony strength. Filthy laid Sunburst over his lap and flipped up the stallion’s silly cape to reveal his son’s bare ass.

“It’s called discipline. It’s something I never taught you or Diamond Tiara, but if this is how you’re going to live then clearly I’ve got to teach it to you now. Now, you’re going to count each of these and if I stop you damn well better ask for more. Is that understood?”

Sunburst didn’t say anything for a moment, caught off guard by how deeply his machine had affected Filthy’s mind and wondering who “Diamond Tiara” was. His daughter perhaps? The older stallion caught his attention with a hard smack right to his left asscheek that made Sunburst yelp in pain. His bubble butt jiggled from the force of Filthy’s spanking.

“I said, is that understood?” Filthy Rich said with much more force than before.

“Y-yes daddy!” Sunburst replied quickly.

“Good. Start counting!” Filthy brought his hand back and delivered another hard spank to Sunburst’s other cheek.

“GAH! One!” The unicorn called out. Before his ass had even stopped shaking Filthy delivered two more spanks. “Two! EEP! Three!” A small red handprint began forming, barely visible through Sunburst’s orange coat. “AH! Four! Five!” Something was beginning to prod at Sunburst’s waist, but the pony was far too lost in pleasure and pain to notice it. His mind was entirely focused on the punishment his daddy was dishing out.

In another room a small colt woke up with a lollipop in his mouth. It tasted like bubblegum and was pressed against the inside of his cheek. The colt sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before looking around the room he was in, absentmindedly moving the lollipop around with his tongue.

The room was small and dimly light by 4 candles mounted to the walls and another lone candle on a desk nearby. The desk had an open book on it, as well as a several empty ink wells and a quill.

The room was cold and in the dim light the colt, Pipsqueak, couldn’t find a door to leave. Pipsqueak looked down and suddenly realized why he was cold: He was completely naked. The little earth pony quickly covered his crotch with his hands, even though he seemed to be alone, and stood up from the wobbly wooden chair he was sat in.

A strong hand reach out and set itself on Pipsqueak’s shoulder. The colt would have jump 20 hands into the air if that hand wasn’t pressing down on him, pushing him back into his chair. The owner of the hand walked around to stand in front of Pipsqueak, and the little colt suddenly felt much more comfortable with his nakedness, which was odd considering it was his own father standing in front of him.

“Oh, hey dad.” Pipsqueak said to the blue unicorn standing over him. Night Light was dressed up much more than Pipsqueak, which wasn’t difficult considering the colt was buck-naked. He wore a white dress shirt, slacks, glasses, dress shoes, and a thick leather collar. Night Light’s firm grip on Pip’s shoulder made the colt feel oddly comforted.

“Hey there kiddo,” Night Light said, slipping into his role. He and his wife had become more adventurous after their kids left the house, and had gotten into heavy roleplaying. This role wasn’t too difficult for him. “Your mom’s taking a bath so I figured I’d come see what you’re up to.”

“I uh...I’m acshually not sure what I was doin’ before you came in here.” Pipsqueak said. He cocked his head to the side, trying to remember what had happened over the last few hours, but was distracted as his dad reached out and grabbed the stick of the lollipop in his mouth. Night Light twirled it around on his tongue, letting the colt get a good taste of the artificial bubblegum taste, before he pulled it out with a pop and stuck it in his own mouth.

The sight of his own dad acting so sexual caused Pipsqueak’s relatively small cock to grow. The unicorn pulled the lollipop out of his own mouth after a second and rubbed the candy against Pip’s parted lips, leaving a trail of sticky spit around the colt’s mouth.

“Get up champ. Daddy wants to have some fun.” Night Light ordered his “son.”

“Please daddy! Please don’t stop! Keep spanking me, keep spanking your naughty son!” Sunburst was begging with his ass held up in the air. His fake father was taking a break in between spanks to rest his arm. At Sunburst’s request however, another hard smack came down on the deep red handmark imprinted on Sunburst’s left asscheek. “MMM! 57!”

Filthy Rich’s arm was getting tired but the stallion refused to stop now. He had to teach his son discipline if his business was going to survive. He delivered two more quick hits to the unicorn who counted them off obediently. Filthy’s could feel his son’s precum leaking onto his leg but didn’t address it. It would have been hypocritical of him to chastise his son for leaking his stallion juices onto him when Filthy was doing the exact same thing. His thick cock was rubbing up against his son’s and the two were trading sticky fluids.

Filthy Rich wound up and delivered a final spank to the jiggling flesh of his son’s soft ass. The unicorn called out “60!” with tears running down his face. Filthy left his hand there, running it over the warm and tender flesh of Sunburst’s abused asscheeks. When his dad didn’t spank him again the unicorn started to beg for more through heavy breathing but he was stopped by Filthy’s hand over his mouth.

“Shhh, we’re done now. I hope you learned your lesson, son.”

A muffled “Yes daddy.” came from between Filthy’s fingers.

“Good.” The rich stallion released Sunburst and let the unicorn stand up. He could now see his son’s rock hard cock standing straight out, clear fluid leaking from the tip. The stallion pretended to disregard it as he looked up at the caped unicorn with a stern expression on his face. “Now clean this mess up.” He ordered.

Sunburst looked down at the older pony in disbelief. “What? Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. Clean up your room, now.” Filthy Rich leaned back, propping himself up with his hands. He let his cock swish back and forth, standing straight up like a tree in the wind.

Sunburst was upset but didn’t question his “dad.” Instead he turned around and used his magic to pick up several books piled up in a small stack. He looked back one last time and saw Filthy Rich making no attempt to get off the bed, before he turned back around and moved the book over to an empty shelf.

“Ooooh…” Pipsqueak moaned loudly as the lollipop finally pressed into his ass, spreading his anus and slipping in. The little candy orb popped into his ass, while the thin white stick stuck straight out. Night Light held that stick, and he moved it around, coating the insides of his brainwashed colt with candy. The earth pony was leaning over the little wooden chair he woke up sitting in just minutes ago, with his tight little ass in his father’s face. The colt’s meager 7’ cock hung down beneath him and Night Light made a grab for it with his free hand. He rubbed it up and down, feeling the rapid pulse of the young and intensely horny colt in his strong hand.

Pipsqueak was shaking his ass back and forth, encouraging his father to be even more adventurous. “Daddy, I’ve never taken ano’er ponies cock before. Could you please teach me?” He asked in a sexually pleading tone.

“Of course champ. What sort of father would I be if I didn’t teach you how to have safe and responsible sex.” Night Light pulled the lollipop out of Pipsqueak suddenly, making the colt jump in surprise. He took one long lick of the candy, getting a taste of the colt’s delicious ass mixed with the bubblegum candy. After his lick he reached around and held the lollipop up to Pipsqueak’s mouth, letting the colt wrap his tongue around it and pull the candy into his own waiting maw.

“First thing’s first, make sure there’s enough lube.” Night Light said. The unicorn leaned down and pressed his tongue against the little white pucker that was Pipsqueak’s asshole. The colt moaned like a whore as the stallion he wholeheartedly believed to be his own father penetrated his asshole with his tongue.

Night Light’s tongue danced around Pipsqueaks’ insides. He had practiced cunnilingus on his wife many times, but this was his first time trying analingus and with a colt no less. He stretched his tongue as far as it could go, passing the candy taste he’d put in there and reaching the natural taste of his “son.” It was a good taste, much better than the sugary lollipop in Night’s opinion.

Pipsqueak was groaning loudly at the feeling of his dad’s invasive tongue pressing up against the walls of his ass. It swirled around his insides, licking up the sticky candy residue that had been there before and replacing it with slimy spit.

When Night Light was satisfied he pulled his tongue out and spat on Pip’s anus as it puckered back up. The blue unicorn stood back up, cock in his hand, and looked down at the quivering colt in front of him.

“Second step: Get fucked.” Night said with a chuckle as he grabbed Pipsqueak’s hips and pressed the tip of his dick to the colt’s winking hole.

“What are you wearing that collar for, boy?” Filthy asked his son. The unicorn was currently levitating some papers, sorting them into a neat stack that he set down on his desk, while the earth pony stood behind him with a judgemental look in his eyes.

“It’s just a uh… fashion statement, daddy.” Sunburst replied. He didn’t know how much the earth pony actually remembered. It was best that he try not to address the current political situation until he knew more about Filthy’s memories.

“Yeah? Just like that faggy cape?” Filthy said with a sneer. He grabbed the cape on his son’s back and pulled it to the side, revealing the unicorn’s beat red ass.

Caught off guard by the cold air pressing up against his tender butt, Sunburst tried to grab his cape and pull it back down but Filthy wouldn’t allow it. He held the cape with his strong Earth pony hands, staring at his son’s bare butt with a hunger.

“I saw your dick kiddo. Does being spanked by your daddy turn you on?” Filthy mocked him. Sunburst’s upper cheeks were not just as red as his lower ones.

“Y-yes daddy. I love being spanked by you.” The unicorn said, his cock twitching a little with every word.

“Mmmm, maybe I should send you to King Sombra. I hear he loves colt-cuddlers.”

Well that gave the wizard an idea of where the stallion’s memory stopped.

“Let’s see if you’re good material for the king’s regime you little colt-cuddler.” Filthy Rich’s body suddenly pressed up against Sunburst’s, his thick cock grinding between the unicorn’s thighs and sticking out underneath the young one’s own dick.

“AH! Daddy please, that’s too hard.” Pipsqueak cried out. The chair underneath him wobbled back and forth as his dad furiously slammed into his ass. Being fucked so roughly burned like white hot fire, but felt far too good for the little colt to stop pushing up against his dad.

“If you can think about the pain then it’s not too hard, son.” Night Light had two hands on Pip’s hips, pulling his cock back only a couple inches before slamming it back in to the base. The little colt turned out to be a natural cocksleeve, easy to slip into and unbelievably tight once you were buried inside him. The stallion slammed his dick in over and over again, muttering obscenities under his breath as he quickly approached his peak.

With one hand Night Light reached out and grabbed Pipsqueak’s messy brown hair, curling his fingers in it and pulling back hard. The colt screamed in pain at first, but the scream quickly turned into a moan of pleasure like a switch had been flicked in him.

“Ooooh fuck! Yes daddy! Use my hair as a fuck handle! Yes!” The colt yelled out, now thrusting his own hips back and forth. Pipsqueak impaled himself on his father’s cock and loved every dirty and depraved second of it.

Then the chair finally gave out.

The small wooden chair toppled over and Pipsqueak fell on it with a shout, simultaneously slipping off his dad’s dick. He laid on the floor, fine except for a few small scratches, but the chair was destroyed. Night Light stood over him pondering for a moment before scooping the colt up in his arms.

“Let’s go.” The unicorn said.

“I’m a slut for my daddy!” Sunburst shouted. The rich stallion fucking his behind held a mirror out in front of Sunburst, allowing the unicorn to look at his own sweaty face while he was used.

“Again!” Filthy Rich commanded. He had one hand wrapped around his son’s throbbing cock and the other tightly squeezing the stallion’s balls. His hips pistoned in and out of Sunburst, fucking the little whore with reckless abandon.

“I’m a slut for my daddy!” The unicorn shouted again. He could see the satisfaction on his face reflected in the mirror.

“Aga-” The door to Sunburst’s lab was thrown open with magic by a blue unicorn carrying a tiny white and brown colt in his arms bridal style. As the door was thrown open a gagged and restrained Thunderlane shot up from his bed, trying to bark at the intruder but failing. Night Light looked through the clutter in the room and eventually spotted Sunburst in a cleared patch of the lab. His arms were wrapped around Filthy Rich’s head, pulling the stallion close.

“Who are you!?” Filthy Rich asked.

“I’m a friend of Sunburst. My bed is at the other end of the castle so I figured I would use yours.” Night Light explained. Without waiting for approval he walked into the room and carried the colt in his arms over to the bed. Filthy felt a sudden coldness on his dick as Sunburst hopped off and pulled him by the hand towards the bed as well.

Sunburst and Pipsqueak locked lips, their tongues intertwining as their respective daddy’s fucked them. Pipsqueak was on his back as Night Light pounded into him in the missionary position, while Sunburst loomed over him getting fucked doggy style. Above the two young ponies, Night Light and Filthy Rich were also trading spit. Filthy noted a strong bubblegum taste in the other stallion’s mouth that encouraged him to probe his tongue around.

After a couple seconds of thrusting Pipsqueak broke his kiss with the orange unicorn on top of him and shouted “Switch!” At which point Night Light and Filthy pulled out of their sons and switched positions. Filthy flipped the petite colt over and pulled him into the doggy style pose as well before lining up the head of his dick with Pip’s tight asshole. Night Light kept Sunburst in his current position, but did deliver a very hard spank to the unicorn’s obviously abused butt. His gasps of pain were muffled by Pipsqueak’s candy coated lips that tasted absolutely delicious.

The 4 ponies sat in bed, fucking like rabbits for 5 more minutes. Pipsqueak was the first one to cum when Night Light with a fist full of Pip’s hair, slammed his full length into the colt, pressing the head of his fat cock up against his prostate. Pip shot several loads onto Sunburst’s sheets, moaning into the unicorn’s needy mouth.

The feeling of Pip’s ass clamping around his cock in orgasm trigger Night Light’s own reaction. The unicorn pulled back harder of Pipsqueak’s hair and erupted inside of the colt’s ass. His cum quickly filled up the little pony with an indescribably warmth.

Filthy Rich came third as he ruthlessly fucked the stallion beneath him. He clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth as he came harder than he had all month. His shot a torrent of stallion seed deep into Sunburst’s asshole, and the warm jiz was all the wizard needed to finally cum himself.

Sunburst sat up on his knees and let his thick twitching dick spray milky white fluid all over Pipsqueak’s face. When his cock was done letting off ropes of cum the unicorn nearly collapsed on the bed beside the colt. All 4 ponies lay on the bed, Night Light and Filthy Rich still buried balls deep inside their son’s.

The room now stank even more of sex as the 4 stallions panted on the soft bed. Night Light wrapped his arms around Pipsqueak, pulling the colt close for a sweaty hug. Filthy and Sunburst were pressed up against each other, with the older stallion’s face buried in the ginger mane of his son. As sleep began to creep up on the 4 of them, Filthy Rich leaned in close to his son’s ear and whispered.

“Hope you’re ready to clean this mess up too.”