It's Good To Be King

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.”