It's Good To Be King

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.