Reclaiming his Empire; Claiming his Subjects

Chapters

The Guard
The Exile
The Prince
The King
The Wizard

The Guard

A click came from the door, and Flash looked up from the carpet just in time to see Sombra step into the room. His first instinct was to throw himself forward, but he immediately regretted that, as he felt his body immobilised by the unicorn's magic, keeping him sitting on his bed. Gritting his teeth, he kept staring as Sombra walked into the room and shut the door behind himself.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" the unicorn asked in a somewhat mocking tone.

"What have you done to the Princess?" Flash yelled in response.

Sombra sighed, sounding almost disappointed. "She's safe," he replied, grabbing a chair from in front of the desk and sitting down on it, "and soon enough I'll take the time to have a chat with her. But it's yourself you should be worrying about now."

Flash growled. "You monster."

Sombra sighed again, shaking his head. "What have I ever done to deserve such a title? Have I not treated you well in your time as my prisoner?" he asked, as lines of purple smoke began to float from his eyes, only half visible in the light that passed through the window.

Flash stopped for a moment. "Don't try to fool me," he replied, going back to his angered frown. "You attacked us, and I've read about what you did the first time. I've seen it in the ponies' eyes. You're a monster, nothing else."

"History tends to exaggerate, especially when it comes to those on the losing side. I may have done questionable things in the past, but does that make me a monster? I have paid for my supposed crimes already, if your princess was given a second chance then I deserve one too. And as for my attack on the Empire," he added, getting up, "I am simply taking back what is mine." His eyes glowing a subtle green hue, he pace around the room. "I have not hurt a single pony since my return that hadn't tried to strike against me first. I have kept prisoners only as a security measure, and all in their own homes or rooms, like you. And yet you still call me a monster?" He turned towards Flash.

The pegasus bit his lip, suddenly feeling confused. "I was there when you attacked. I saw what you did to the other guards. Don't play with me."

Sombra chuckled. "Oh, yes. This quite annoying rumour going around that I am somehow able to mess with ponies' minds. Tell me, Flash, why are you not under my control already if I can so easily bend others to my will?"

Flash blinked, failing to find an answer.

"You see, Flash, all I can do is simply help ponies realise what they truly want. It may look a little sudden at times, and certainly seem unnatural, but it's required in dire situations. Normally, I prefer a gentler approach, one that helps the other feel at ease. You, for example," he said, disappearing in a cloud of black smoke only to reappear at Flash's side.

The pegasus gasped, turning towards the other. Had he not been constrained by Sombra's magic? Why could he suddenly move freely? He couldn't quite remember when that had stopped. It was hard to focus, the green and purple glint of the unicorn's eyes drawing his attention. "Me?" he asked, his voice a little distant.

"That's right." Sombra pushed a hand to Flash's chest, and the pegasus' clothes began to burn away in heatless black flames. "I know just what you want," the unicorn continued, still touching Flash's muscled chest and pushing him down on the bed.

"I..." Flash breathed out, unsure of what was happening. He felt hot, despite being naked, a strange sensation coursing through his skin. His breath grew heavy and deep. Sombra was there over him, his clothes too disappearing and leaving only his crown and pieces of his armour. His touch felt nice on his body, and staring into his red eyes gave the pegasus a sense of security, something to hang on to in the maelstrom of confusion assaulting him.

Sombra smiled warmly at the pegasus. "Don't you wish to know what you truly want?" he asked, as his hand slowly rode up Flash's body and reached his neck.

As the strange heat kept spreading over his body, Flash nodded in response. His vision was fogging up, Sombra's eyes the only thing he could still clearly see and focus on. He felt, and distantly registered, his own member standing at attention, already throbbing against his chest and leaking pre from its tip.

Sombra lowered himself, taking hold of the pegasus' neck and gently chocking him. In a harsh and breathy tone, he whispered in his ear, "Me."

Flash tried to move, feeling something was off. "But... Twilight..."

"That mare only liked to play with you. What you want is a strong King. Someone who you don't need to protect. Someone who isn't weak like those who took my throne. Someone who can take you and put you in your place, beneath his hooves, begging to serve." Flashes of green, purple and red flared in the unicorn's eyes, as his horn lit up, casting the shifting shadow of his mane over the walls of the room.

Flash felt his body relax, his previously stiff wings going limp below him. That was right. His eyes slowly focused on Sombra's body, as the unicorn lifted himself back up. Those perfectly defined muscles, his beautiful, sculpted features, his imposing figure. He felt the heat inside him grow, his breath moving faster. He needed to submit, to serve, to please his King. He longed for it, he craved the unicorn's control over him. It gave him peace. It gave him purpose. It was the centre of his life. Gone were his vows to protect the Empire, gone his loyalty to Equestria. Complete and utter submission to the King had replaced them, along with the pleasure that came with his new role.

"Very good," Sombra whispered, as he aligned himself with Flash's body, choking him harder. He smiled, using his magic to reposition the stallion's hooves and better spread his legs, readying his hole in the process, then thrust forward.

Flash moaned in ecstasy as Sombra's shaft entered him, his own cock painfully erect and leaving a puddle over his abs. His King was so big, so much better than him. He kept moaning as Sombra pushed in deeper and deeper, spreading his insides with his stallionhood, a line of drool escaping the corner of his mouth and streaking his cheek. His breath caught in his throat as the medial ring of Sombra's cock began to press against the entrance to his ass, struggling to get past it.

"Wonderfully tight, slave. Though I believe that will change in the coming months," Sombra commented with a chuckle, as Flash moaned in response. He pushed harder, grabbing hold of the pegasus' hips with a hand, and finally his medial ring slid in, along with the rest of his length.

Flash moaned even louder, almost yelling, as his shaft throbbed again and began to flare. Sombra began to slowly shift his hips back and forth, attempting to thrust in and out of him, and his moans multiplied, tears swelling in his eyes as he was overwhelmed by the pleasure. In his sliding motions, Sombra hit a particularly sensitive spot, and with a yelp the orange stallion came, spraying ropes of cum over his own chest as he incoherently babbled on.

Sombra chuckled, pleased, as his cock began to finally slide in and out of the pegasus more comfortably. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

Flash could only reply with moans, as his shaft began to harden again under the unicorn's stimulation.

Smiling deviously to himself, Sombra stopped for a moment, removing his stallionhood from inside the pegasus, then flipped Flash over and began to fuck him again, grabbing and pulling on his blue mane.

Flash began to pant, sweating, his cock quickly standing at full mast again and painfully twitching. His wings flared out, stiff and rigid, as drool and tears fell from his face.

Sombra grunted, slamming his hips against the pegasus' once more. Feeling himself growing closer to orgasm, he shifted his rhythm to slower, more powerful thrusts, each smack of his body against Flash's resonating loudly in the room. His thick member kept sliding in and out of the stallion's ass, a small pop heard every time his medial ring passed through its entrance, as the pegasus leaked a puddle of arousal on the bed below him. As his tip began to flare out, he growled, "are you ready for this, slave?"

Flash's answer was a long and drawn out yes, coloured by his own maddening arousal and lust.

With one last thrust of his hips, Sombra hilted himself into the stallion, just as his shaft fully flared out. Beneath him, the pegasus came, spraying his load over the bed, and a moment later so did Sombra, his large balls riding closer to his shaft as thick, heavy ropes of hot cum shot out of his tip and into Flash, some of it leaking out from the edges of the pegasus' stuffed hole. With a satisfied grunt, the unicorn pulled his shaft out, letting go of Flash and watching him fall limp on the bed, heavily panting.

Slowly, his head foggy and his muscles aching, Flash turned to lie on his back, his eyes focusing on Sombra.

The unicorn moved forward on the bed, until his still half-erect cock, dripping with his juices, was hanging just above Flash's face.

Without the need for any further invite, Flash tilted his neck upwards and began to lick the unicorn's shaft clean, eagerly lapping along its length and suckling on the tip, drinking the last drops of Sombra's cum.

Satisfied, Sombra got up from the bed, his clothes materialising back on him, and walked out of the room, leaving the door unlocked and Flash naked on the bed, in a puddle of his own juices, already touching himself at the thought of his King.

The Exile

Sombra made his way along the corridor, his hooves clacking against the crystal surface of the floor. His cape hang from his shoulders, floating behind him, and his armour shone as it reflected the light coming in from the windows and bouncing off of the walls.

A guard snapped in position as he passed by his side, standing at attention, his eyes glowing green and his expression emotionless.

A few steps after having passed him, Sombra stopped, smiling to himself, and turned back, walking towards the stallion. Without saying a word, he grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against the wall.

The guard did not react, despite being denied his breath.

"Impressive," Sombra commented, without letting go of the pegasus. He tightened his grip around the stallion's throat, and asked, "What would you do if I were to try to snap your neck now?"

Despite the lack of emotions on his features, a single bead of sweat fell from the pony's forehead.

With a chuckle, Sombra teleported himself and the other away and into what had once been the royal bedroom, now his own private quarters. Throwing his captive on the bed, he shot a bolt of red magic at him, burning away his clothes and forcing his disguise spell to fall apart, revealing the black chitin covering his body and the insect-like qualities of his face and structure. "Pretty clever, I have to admit," he commented.

Thorax made one last attempt to escape, firing up his horn to shoot a blast at the wall while dashing for it, but a moment later he was once more on the bed, clutching his head, him and his spell having bounced back against an invisible wall of energy, black and red sparks still dancing around his horn.

"You know, I'd found out about you pretty quickly," Sombra said, reforming from a cloud of smoke, naked at Thorax's side, and forcing the changeling's lips into a kiss. Breaking away, a trail of saliva connecting their mouths, he continued, "I could have caught you sooner, but I had other things to do. Not that I would have let you get away." He gripped the other's throat, stopping him from speaking, and began to grind himself against his body. "It is a shame traditional mind-control magic doesn't work on your kind, not enough for me to use it effectively on you without breaking you outright at least. But I guess it'll allow me to have some more traditional fun." He forced another kiss, exploring Thorax's mouth with his tongue.

Thorax tried to wriggle away, turning, only for Sombra to pin him down on his front, easily holding the smaller creature still as he moved to bite the back of his neck while grabbing the changeling's wrists and holding them above his tail.

Keeping his prey there, and forcing him to lie face down, ass up, the unicorn wasted no time in immobilising his hands and neck with magic, the same red glow of his telekinesis wrapping around the changeling's shaft and beginning to pump and stroke it. "Believe me," he said, as he took hold of Thorax's hips and started to grind his stallionhood in the crack of the changeling's ass, "by the time I'm done with you you'll be begging for more."

Thorax tried to speak, but was silenced by another wrap of solid red magic.

"Now, let's see..." Sombra took a moment to pause, the tip of his shaft resting against the entrance to Thorax's ass. "I think... Yeah, this should work." His horn lit up, and a red aura enveloped the changeling's.

Without warning, Thorax felt an outside force seep into his horn, a fire flaring up in his head. Outside of his control, his magic began to work on its own, obeying the intruding energy's command, and his body began to change accordingly. He could not quite tell what was being done to him, between the aching in his head and the seemingly subtle nature of the changes, but he feared he would find out soon.

Satisfied with the changes, Sombra finished by placing a ring of black crystal around Thorax's horn, preventing him from reverting the changes, then with a flick of his horn removed the band of energy keeping the changeling silent. "Well, what do you say?" he asked, stroking his captive's wings with a hand.

"What have you done to me?" Thorax asked, trying to look back towards the unicorn.

"You'll find out. Next question?" Sombra replied, playing with the changeling's tail.

"What have you done to my friends?"

Sombra smiled. "Don't worry about them. You've got enough to worry about for yourself already."

Thorax growled. "You monster." A spike of pain shot through his head, and he howled, biting his lips.

"Oh, that's not nice. Didn't your friends teach you any kind of manners?" Sombra mockingly asked, shaking his head in feigned disappointment.

Sputtering, his breath rough, Thorax coughed, then took a breath to calm himself. "You're not going to break me."

"I could," Sombra very simply replied, grabbing the changeling's neck and pressing just enough for the chitin covering it to creak. Letting go, he continued, "But I won't. For that, you should be glad."

Thorax bitterly chuckled.

Sombra chuckled back, a genuine smile on his face. "Say thank you."

"Thank you," Thorax said. Before he had time to process his own actions, a rush of pleasure washed over him, and he failed to hold back a moan.

Sombra moved closer to him, lifting his head up with a hand and turning it to face him. "Well? How was that, slave?"

At the mention of the word slave, another jolt of ecstasy coursed through Thorax's body, his shaft now standing at full mast and already leaking precum down on the bed.

Looking down, Sombra noticed the drops falling from the other's cock. "Oh, that's not good at all." His horn lit up, and a small red crystal formed at the tip of Thorax's shaft, plugging it, while a ring of the same material sealed itself at the halfway point of the changeling's member, and a second one formed at the base of it. Then, as Thorax groaned below him, he turned him around to place his face in front of the stain he'd left on the bed. "Clean it," he commanded.

Breathing slowly, Thorax remained silent, refusing to obey.

The unicorn clicked his tongue. "Are you disobeying an order from your King?"

Pain once more flared in the changeling's mind, searing white, piercing through his skull. Driven to tears, his struggles futile, Thorax resigned himself and inched forward, licking away his juices and sobbing quietly.

Sombra patted him on the back. "Good boy."

The pleasure caught Thorax by surprise, and he moaned again, his cock throbbing in its restraints.

Sombra chuckled, licking his lips. "Roll over," he said.

Thorax remained there, crying but defiantly refusing to obey the unicorn.

Shaking his head in disappointment, Sombra began, "Are you disobeying-"

Only the first shadow of pain had began to form into him, but Thorax immediately rolled on to his back, his breath ragged, fear in his face, and shame at having so easily given in. He should have been stronger. But he couldn't, he just couldn't take it. He'd never been the strong one.

"Good boy," Sombra praised him.

Thorax bit his lip, refusing to moan this time. His cock appeared painfully erect, pushing against the rings of crystal around it. He wasn't doing it for this. He obeyed to avoid the pain, but not for the reward. He wouldn't give in like that. He'd run away to not be a pawn in Chrysalis's hands, he wouldn't become one in Sombra's.

The unicorn moved a hand to stroke Thorax's chest, gently rubbing his palm against the changeling's chitin. Then he moved a finger to his chin, forcing the other to look at him. "You like what you see, don't you?" he asked.

Thorax just stared at him, panting heavily.

"Don't lie to me. I've peered into the minds of almost every pony in this castle, I know about the looks you threw at Shining Armor. I know you can't help but feel attracted to me." Sombra stroked the changeling's horn. "Why fight it? You can be happy, and so can all your friends. Just accept me as your King."

Thorax swallowed, but he dared not answer back, fearing another punishment.

"What's so wrong with giving in, Thorax?" Sombra continued. "Everyone can be happy. Everyone can be mine. Why try to resist. Why suffer and waste energies, when submitting is so much better? Why would you choose needless pain for the sake of a useless struggle, when you can instead have pleasure? On what grounds?"

Thorax swallowed once again, finding the courage to reply. "For my friends. For the ponies who took me in and accepted me as one of their own. I have heard them speak of you, of the ways you've made them suffer. I won't betray them."

"Like you didn't betray the hive?" Sombra asked.

Thorax looked to the side, drawing back.

"They were your family. You were one of them. But you ran away, and befriended their enemy. You betrayed them. And you know why, Thorax?"

"They were evil!" the changeling yelled, tears swelling in his eyes once again. "They were monsters."

"Bullshit!" Sombra replied. "There is no such thing as good or evil. Only points of view. Ponies are in control, ponies get to decide. But there is no moral high ground in this world, only power. What they have done to your race, what they have done to me, is that not just as terrible as what we have tried to do to them? But they won, so they get to play the good guys." He grabbed Thorax's throat, choking him, and lifted him up to stare into his eyes. "Do you want to know why you changed sides? It wasn't about good and evil. It was a matter of selfish desire. You feel better with ponies than you did with changelings, so they are good. That's all there is to it."

Thorax tried to shake his head, crying.

"You were always a weak one, Thorax. Too weak to build your own place of authority. And so you had to run, because the only way you could be satisfied was serving under someone else. You just traded a Queen for a Prince, but deep down you're still the same obedient little drone. You only care about what's best for you, and right now you believe that's your friends," Sombra continued.

Thorax's face was a mask of desperation. Sombra's words should have made him furious, but the crystals placed around his shaft had been sending waves of pleasure into him all throughout the unicorn's speech. He cried in shame and fear, as the idea of believing those words to be his truth borrowed itself into his mind, tantalizing and so so easy to accept.

"Admit it, Thorax. This is who you are. You're a weak and pathetic worm who crawls from place to place in search of the best Master to obey, and who throws everything he said he believed in away the moment he finds a better one," Sombra commanded him, letting go of his throat.

Thorax stared at him, desperate and lost, whispers in his mind telling him to give in, tears streaking his face.

Sombra grinned at the changeling. "Disobeying your King, slave?"

Thorax began to howl in pain. Sputtering, he blurted out, "I'm a worm! I betrayed my Queen, and I did it just for myself! I live just to crawl beneath the best owner I can find, I need to serve them in any way they desire and I don't give a fuck about who they are or what they believe is right!"

Sombra moved closer to him. "Good boy."

It was as if something inside him had broken. He should have been cumming, but something held him back. Forever stuck in that moment just before climax, so good yet just a moment away from something better, forever torn between the pleasure he was feeling and the maddening need for the release just a hair's breadth away.

"And now, I'll give you something better than any of those ponies might have ever offered you." Chuckling, Sombra lifted up the changeling's legs. aligned himself and began to thrust inside him.

Thorax's mind went blank. Pleasure he'd never even imagined possible flooded his body, his entire being ablaze with bliss and ecstasy. Time lost all meaning, as he entered a world beyond anything he'd ever experienced. Mere orgasms, normal sex, couldn't even compare to it. It was something different, something beyond, and it was so much better than anything he'd ever known. Pure bliss, wiping away anything else. The best thing he'd ever known. He lived to serve the best Master he could find, and Sombra had just given him something far better than friendship. He would serve his King, any way he wished.

Sombra smiled to himself as he pulled out of the barely conscious changeling, some of his cum leaking from the other's hole, then he took a step back, his clothes reforming around him. With a nod of his horn, the ring around Thorax's turned to dust, while those around his shaft slowly began to shift and change, wrapping around the changeling's member and constricting it until they formed a small and tight chastity cage at the base of his crotch, shiny grey metal decorated with rubies. Appearing from clouds of purple smoke, see-through strands of green fabric wrapped around Thorax's limbs, face and waist, then both of them disappeared from the room in a flash of red light.

The Prince

Pressed with his ear against the door, Shining waited for the sound of the guard's hoofsteps to reach the end of the hallway. Once he was sure no one was left outside of the room, he tightened the cloth wrapped around his knuckles, then began to punch the lock section of the door, feeling it give out little by little with each hit. He wasn't sure of what Sombra had in mind, or of why he'd been locked in an old and barely used room where patrolling guards used to rest of all places, but if the dark unicorn thought taking away his magic was enough to keep him there he was wrong.

With a sharp snapping sound, the lock split open, and the door swung free. The now bent piece of metal which had held the enchanted wooden structure shut bounced with ringing, clacking clicks on the crystal floor of the corridor, and Shining stepped out of the room. Looking around to ensure he was alone, he turned and closed the door again, then picked up the chunk of metal, wincing slightly as he touched it, its surface still hot after being bent and broken by force. Pocketing the thing along with the cloth, he began to walk down the corridor, careful not to make too much noise.

As much as he wanted to go free everyone of his subjects, he couldn't afford to. It would significantly increase the risk of being caught, and even freeing all the prisoners would mean very little when they stood no chance of defeating Sombra on their own. The Crystal Heart would likely be heavily guarded, and he had no idea where Cadance, or anypony else for that matter, was being kept. It pained him to leave them like that, but the best strategy was to escape and contact outside help. Luckily, he knew exactly where he was in the castle, and what the fastest, most secure way to escape was.

He pondered using some of the secret passages, but decided against it. Sombra had built those things, he would know about them, not to mention the traps and spells he might have put in them in the past and reawakened with his return. That left going up to the main hall, passing by the throne room, then going down on the northern side as the most efficient way to escape. Sombra's hypnotised guards were a problem, but not in small numbers. If he could knock them out quickly, and he could, it wouldn't be too much of an issue, assuming he moved fast.

Sombra himself, on the other hand, would be the end of his attempted escape. Luckily, he was, according to what the guards had said, taking care of his prisoners, which meant he wouldn't be in the throne room. The place would likely be low on security, too, with most guards busy with the prisoners or the Heart. He was confident he could sneak past it easily, he thought to himself while waiting behind a corner for a guard to exit the hallway he was about to enter. The clicks of his hooves disappeared behind a corner, and he made a dash for it.

A handful of minutes later, he passed through the door leading to the main hall. The throne room was to his left, the large doors slightly ajar and strangely unguarded. Perhaps it made sense, if it was unused and nothing of value was in it then Sombra would benefit more from keeping his guards focused on the prisoners. Security had been low enough that he'd managed to escape, the King was probably lower on personnel than he would have been willing to admit. The unicorn was about to head down the corridor on the other side of the hall, when a voice came from it.

"...going perfectly, as I've said already. I will have the next batch of recruits ready for training by tomorrow," Sombra voice said.

Blood freezing in his veins, Shining stood paralysed for a split second, then ran towards the throne room and hid behind a door, placing his ear on it to listen to the sounds outside.

Sombra's steps grew closer, along with those of another pony. "Anything else to report? Has Princes Cadance been found yet?" the unicorn asked.

Shining had to stop himself, as a spark of hope lit his chest. If Cadance was free as well then they had hope.

"Not yet, Your Highness. Nothing else, Your Highness," the second stallion replied, his voice not one Shining recognised.

"Very well then. Dismissed."

The second pony walked away, his steps slowly disappearing down the corridor Shining had come from.

Breathing slowly but heavily, trying to make as little sound as possible, Shining waited in silence with his back to the door, praying Sombra would walk away as well. No sound came from behind him.

After a minute of tense hesitation, the stallion poked his head into the hall. Empty. Sombra had likely teleported away. With a sigh of relief, he let himself relax, realising just how tense his muscles had been.

Then he looked forward, and froze once again.

Lying on the floor at the foot of the throne, thick and long metal chains tying them to it by the collars they wore, a pegasus, a unicorn and a changeling, barely dressed in outfits clearly meant to show off as much of their bodies as possible, seemingly slept, their eyes closed and their breaths even.

Checking again to make sure no one was there, Shining shut the doors to the throne room, then ran towards them. "Flash!" he called, "Sunburst! Thorax!" He lowered himself to a kneel at their side, grabbing hold of the black chains keeping them there. "Hold on, I can probably break these." He turned to them, shaking them. "Guys, it's me! What happened? What did he do to you?"

Thorax was the first to wake up. "Shining..." he said, his eyes still tired. He wore only see-through straps of green fabric, one on each of his limbs, tied at the two ends, one covering part of his face, and one on his waist, barely hiding the metal cage on his crotch.

"Thorax!" the unicorn greeted him, shaken. "I'll get you out of here. Give me a hand, I think I can snap these."

Thorax held up a hand to Shining's chest, stopping him. "Why would I want to get away? I have everything I want here."

Shining dropped the chain in shock. "Thorax, what are you saying? Don't you remember how things were before? Please, wake up, you can't seriously mean this! This is- Look at yourself!"

Thorax looked over his body, smiling. "This is what my King ordered. I live to obey, Shining. There is no greater pleasure for a drone like me than to serve the best owner he can find. This is my King's will, and it fills me with joy to follow his commands."

Shining took hold of the changeling's head, shaking it. "Thorax, please. What about us? What about your friends?"

"Friends?" Thorax looked at him with a curious expression. "I never had real friends. I was merely adapting to the way ponies work. I was always serving, Shining, just in a different way. You gave me more than the Hive did, so I served you." He smiled again. "Now Sombra has given me more than you ever could, and I serve him."

Shining drew back, shaking his head. "No, no, it's his magic, I-I swear, I'll fix it, I..." He looked around. "Sunburst!" he called, seeing the unicorn awaken.

The stallion slowly opened his eyes, and as he spotted Shining he drew back a little, seeming almost embarrassed. "Oh- Hi... Hello, Shining," he said, looking to the side.

"Sunburst!" Shining went to hug him, but stopped as he saw him draw back further. He looked over him.

The orange unicorn wore a similar outfit to Thorax's, only the fabric was white rather than green, a chastity cage identical to the changeling's, and a necklace with a red crystal pendant. His beard had been shaved, and his mane was held into a ponytail.

"Your horn," Shining said, noticing the lack of black crystals on Sunburst's head. He chuckled. "Sombra must have thought you wouldn't be strong enough to break the chains on your own." He pointed at his own horn. "Can you remove this? I can help you get out of here," he said, his tone waving and cracking as he slowly lost hope.

Sunburst kept staring at the side. "I would say I'm sorry, Shining, but it would be a lie."

Shining began to softly shake his head. Stepping forward, almost rushing towards the other, he asked, "What do you mean? Sunburst, what has he done to you?"

Before Shining could reach him, Sunburst gave a flick of his horn, and the white unicorn was pushed back in a wave of red energy. "Look at me," he said, his voice a little shaky. "Look at me now, Shining! I'm strong now. I can do anything. And there's so much more power Master can give me. We can't defeat him, Shining." His expression turned to a dreamy one, and he continued, "But I can learn from him! You have no idea, Shining, no idea of how good it feels to wield this power. And Master treats me so well!"

From his position on the ground, Shining stared at him, his eyes beginning to water. "No. No no no no no." He grabbed his own head. "Keep calm Shining. Keep calm. Get out of here, and we'll free them. It'll all be alright."

"Shining?" Flash's voice came from behind him. The pegasus was dressed exactly as Thorax, only with blue straps rather than green ones.

Shining turned around. "Oh, Flash, please, tell me you're alright. At least you."

The pegasus chuckled. "If I'm alright? I'm doing more than just alright, Shining. This is amazing!"

Shining got up on shaky legs. "Flash, please!" he yelled. "What about the things you used to say? What about Twilight? What about protecting the Empire?"

Flash gave a snort. "Oh, please. As if I cared about any of that bullshit! Being with Sombra is way better than that," he mockingly replied.

Shining's breath grew heavy. Acting on instinct, he lunged forward. Before he could reach the pegasus, however, Sunburst's magic caught him and threw him back. He landed on the ground, and slowly began to get up, rubbing his head.

Thorax crawled up to him. "Come on, Shining. You could be happy too. Why are you trying to fight it?"

Giving a sad look to the changeling, Shining turned and began to walk away.

"Going somewhere?"

The stallion froze in his steps. Slowly turning around, he felt blood drain from his face as he came to see Sombra sitting atop the throne, smiling down at him. He would have run, but chains of black crystal erupted from the ground and wrapped themselves around his arms and legs, trapping him there and forcing him into a kneel.

Sombra slowly walked down the steps of his throne, as his three slaves crawled on the ground towards him. As he reached the end of the steps, the three rubbed themselves on his legs, and he stroked their heads, receiving adoring smiles and satisfied purrs in response. He resumed his walk, moving towards Shining, and the three followed behind him, their breaths heavy and rough.

Shining grit his teeth, staring at his own reflection in the crystal floor to avoid looking at the unicorn.

As he reached the middle of the room, Sombra moved a leg to push on Shining's chin with his hoof, lifting the unicorn's head and staring into his eyes. "Nothing to say?"

Shining only kept breathing, fire in his eyes, his face a mask of hatred and disgust.

"No, huh?" Sombra lowered himself to be face to face with Shining. He brought a hand up to the unicorn's face, and began to stroke his ear. "Is this the way you treat your King? After you stole my Empire and tried to kill me, the least you could do would be showing some respect, Shining."

"Don't touch me," Shining almost spat out.

Behind Sombra, the three stallions whispered to each other, clearly disapproving the unicorn's behaviour.

"Oh, come on now." Sombra ruffled the stallion's mane. "What even is the problem? I know we've had some divergences in the past, but we should put all that behind us and move along. Like you ponies say, friendship and magic and all that great stuff." He grabbed Shining by the throat, and a moment later he was pinning him with his back on the ground, kneeling over him.

Shining tried to fight back, but his arms were still forced to the ground by his chains, and a moment later they began to be encased in black and purple crystals. He tried to speak, but Sombra's grip on his neck made it impossible.

"Why are we still fighting, Shining?" Sombra lowered himself, his eyes glowing bright green. "Why do you have to be so stubborn? We could all be happy, but you just refuse to let go!"

Shining tried and failed to look away from the stallion's glowing gaze, shaking his head in denial.

"Oh, I know what the problem is." Sombra let go of the unicorn's throat, and lowered himself further, until his horn touched Shining's. A spark of magic burst out between the two.

Shining suddenly felt himself transported away from the throne room. He looked around, seeing nothing but a void filled with writhing purple smoke. In front of him, Sombra appeared, walking towards him, and Shining found himself once more unable to move, though for no visibly evident reason this time.

"You see," Sombra said, taking a few more steps towards him, "the problem is the way you cling to this delusional belief that you're the best pony there is. And it would all be much, much simpler if you realised that's not the case." He removed his cape, which disappeared in a flash of black smoke. "Please, have a seat."

Two cushioned chairs materialised out of the air, and Shining's body moved to sit on one, outside of his control.

Sombra sat down in front of him. "I'm not exactly sure where the problem started. It was probably a mix of things. Becoming captain of the Royal Guard, marrying an alicorn, your sister's ascension, being chosen to rule the Empire, your daughter being born an alicorn. Perhaps even the way Chrysalis hypnotised you. It got to your head, Shining. You think you're the best stallion who ever lived, and you can't accept that someone might be better at something than you."

Shining tried to get up, but his body wouldn't move. Despite his rage, he found he couldn't speak either, and could only stare in anger at the unicorn in front of him.

"Now, I know what you're going to say," Sombra continued, holding up a hand. "I'm a monster, and you're the good guy, love and freedom and all that. But really, Shining, think about it for a moment. What do you have to prove your point? Because, looking at how things are, it seems pretty evident that you're wrong."

Again, Shining couldn't answer, though something akin to curiosity made its way into his mind. What exactly was Sombra trying to get at?

"Let's look at your subjects, for example. As you could clearly see, they're far happier with me as their King than they were with you. It seems pretty egotistical of you to want to take all this happiness away from them just because it's not coming from you." Sombra waved a hand, and images appeared in the air beside him, crystal ponies smiling and dancing.

Shining wanted to scream, to yell it wasn't true, to say it was all just an illusion. But something was slowly working its way into his mind, whispering to him, leading him to doubt himself. But it couldn't be true. It had to be a trick, Sombra was a monster.

Sombra shook his head. "Still delusional, I see. Come on, Shining. Wake up from this fantasy. We're waiting for you on the other side. We could all be happy, you just need to drop this pretence and realise you don't need to be the hero. You will be happy once you know your true place, and realise the world doesn't revolve around you." He stared at the unicorn with a sad expression. "Let me show you something."

Sounds and images flashed in Shining's mind. Memories, sensations. Flash's mind, as far as he could understand. There was happiness there. A warm devotion, a sense of belonging.

"This is what I have given him," Sombra explained. "Beneath me, he is happier than he ever was. He has found a greater purpose, and joy in serving it. Would you take it all away from him just to satisfy yourself? Would you leave him unsatisfied, in a life he no longer wishes for, just so you could call yourself a hero?"

Shining tried to look away, his breath becoming less regular. It was a trick, a lie. It had to be. He was doing the right thing. Flash would, he would... Flash... It would be hard, but this wasn't right, it wasn't what Flash would have wanted. He wasn't in his right mind, he was saving him! He was the good guy. It wasn't a delusion!

Sombra sighed. A snap of his fingers, and the images in Shining's mind changed. "Keep watching, Shining. You'll understand."

Sunburst's mind this time. Pride, and happiness. Fulfilment, after a life of struggles. The joy of having finally obtained something he'd given up on. A deep sense of gratitude for the one responsible for where he was now.

"I have given him what he always dreamed of. I have made him a powerful wizard, and I intend to teach him how to use his new powers. One day, he shall become one of the greatest unicorns who ever lived, and history will remember his name," Sombra explained. "And you would take this away from him? Leave him deprived of his magic, after I have shown him that he can be more? With what eyes would you look at him, knowing you took away his dream, the dream he'd given up on and I realised for him? Would you really take away his happiness forever just so you could feed your own pride?"

Shining looked to the ground. It-It was true, Sunburst would go back, he would lose his magic, but-but that didn't-it wasn't... It was Sombra's magic, and he-he would be happy! He'd been happy before, even if... And now that he'd seen it was possible... But... But he couldn't-But it didn't matter, he would... It was the right thing to do! Even, even if somepony suffered from it. And he would... He himself wouldn't suffer from it, but that wasn't-He was doing the right thing! He was right! They-Their words... It was Sombra's lies, he was doing the right thing!

With tired eyes, Sombra kept staring at Shining. "Still convinced you're doing the right thing? When will you realise that you're wrong? How many ponies will I need to show you before you admit you are the only one who wants to go back?" He shook his head, bringing a hand to his temple. "I hoped you'd be convinced sooner. But if this is what it takes, then I believe they will forgive me for showing you." He snapped his fingers again.

The visions in Shining's mind shifted once more. It was different this time, somewhat alien. Thorax's mind, the unicorn deduced. Devotion, to an overwhelming degree, unlike anything the pony had ever felt. Almost like his entire being was focused on one objective only, like the reason itself for its existence was one thing alone. Submission. Obedience.

"Thorax is a changeling," Sombra explained. "A drone, one who fled from the Hive. It's the nature itself of his kind to obey, to find a ruler and serve them. He fled from Chrysalis and chose you once, but now he has chosen me. Because he deems me a better ruler, and his instincts command him to serve me. If you took him away, he would never be happy again under you. He has found something he considers better, he would live in pain and yearning without it. It would be no better than sending him back to the Hive. You would break him, Shining. And for what? For what, when the only pony who would be happy to go back is you?"

Shining held his head in his hands. He couldn't do that to Thorax, not after he'd seen in the changeling's mind. It would destroy him. But he had no other choice, he had no other choice. He needed to defeat Sombra. It was the right thing to do. Even if others thought he was wrong, it was the right thing to do! It didn't matter if they thought he was a monster, he had to do it, he was right he had to... had to... The stallion began to cry. Why? Why did it have to be like that? It was a trick, it had to be a trick. He couldn't be wrong. He was supposed to be the hero! Why? Why did he sound delusional even to himself? Why did he look like he was hiding from the truth? Why?

Sombra stood up, appearing to have lost his patience. "Face it, Shining! You are wrong, and acting out of selfish interest."

The chairs disappeared, and Shining fell to his knees. He looked up at the unicorn, and asked, "Why?"

Sombra's expression softened. "I know it's hard. But you need to accept it. You need to break out from this fantasy world you've built for yourself." He lowered himself, bringing a knee to the ground to be closer to the stallion. "Believe me, I know it's hard. But you need to accept the truth. There is no dark magic, no evil King trying to destroy your lives. I was chosen as the new ruler of the Empire when it became clear you weren't fit to rule anymore. All that power, all that responsibility, it must have driven you mad. But I'm here to help you, Shining. You only need to accept your failures, and you can be happy again." He held out a hand towards the unicorn.

Shining stared at the hand, trying to find something to grasp and hold on to in the crumbling structure of his mind. That couldn't be right. His memories, his believes, all a delusion? He desperately searched for something that could prove he was right, something recent, something tangible. "You kept me prisoner-"

"We had to, Shining. Who knew what you could have done in your state? It was far too dangerous to let you use your magic like that." Sombra looked to the side, a sad expression on his face. "I should have listened to them and have you put in a more secure cell. I wanted you close to your home not to worsen your situation, but I did not expect you would escape. You could have hurt somepony, and it would have been my fault."

Shining subtly shook his head left to right, whispering no to himself over and over. "Cadance," he finally tried, finding something else to stop him from drowning in the storm inside his mind. "Cadance ran away, she-"

"She couldn't bear seeing her husband like this. Poor thing." Sombra gave a deep sigh. "I hope she's alright, we haven't found her yet."

The last shred of hope inside Shining was shattered, and he fell beneath the waves of his own desperation. He began to shake and cry, grabbing his head with his hands. So much suffering, and it was all his fault. He wanted to fix it. He needed to fix it. He needed to do something.

Sombra moved his arm further. "Just take my hand, Shining. There's still time to fix everything. You need to see what the truth is. You need to accept your mistakes. You need to realise your true nature. Then you will be happy. I will help you, Shining. Trust me."

The unicorn looked up. What was he supposed to do? He needed answers. His mind told him not to trust Sombra. Everything else told him he had gone insane. From somewhere inside him, something screamed that it was all wrong. An odd, obsessive feeling, ominous, hysterical. Then, a voice drew his attention, and he looked to his right.

"Take his hand, Shining. We want our friend back with us," Thorax said, flanked by Flash and Sunburst.

Shining didn't have time to reply, as another voice came in.

"Shiny, dear, please. I miss you, let him help you," said Cadance from his left.

"Cadance!" He turned towards her. "Cadance I-"

"Take his hand, big brother," Twilight said from his right. "We all want you to get better."

"Twilight-"

"Take his hand, captain," Celestia said from his right.

Shining looked around, but everypony else vanished into clouds of smoke. He took a deep breath. Sombra was right, he had to free himself of that delusion gnawing at him. He needed to see the truth. He lifted his own arm, and took Sombra's hand.

A vision materialised around him. He stood over a pool of green water, and in it images appeared. The Empire, as he knew it, yet better. Sombra's banner hang in the streets, the ponies smiled and sang, the crystals shone bright, and everyone seemed happy, happier than they'd ever been. A flash of darkness disturbed the pool, his banner replaced Sombra's, and everypony looked sad for a moment, the sky cloudy and the crystals grey. And he saw himself, sitting on his throne, alone, angry, suffering, full of hate. Then, everything went back to normal.

The other stood at his side. "This is what life is like for my subjects. And that was a glimpse of the future, if you aren't stopped. Do you see, Shining? Do you understand?" Sombra turned towards him. "I am a better King than you."

Shining swallowed a lump in his throat. "Y-You are a-a better King th-than me," he said, his voice cracking a little. It was hard, but he needed to push through, he needed to accept the truth. Inside him, the part of him that told him not to trust Sombra grew a little quieter. He felt lighter, a pleasant hint of warm spreading from within him.

"Do you take the well-being of your subjects to heart?" Sombra asked.

Shining looked at him, then at the pool. "I do," he said.

"Do you believe the well-being of your subjects is more important than yours?" the unicorn continued.

After a pause, Shining repeated, "I do."

"Your subjects are happier to have me as their King. I am a better King than you. Are you willing to give the throne to me, for the sake of your ponies?" Sombra finally asked.

Shining hesitated, then took a deep breath. "I am."

Sombra smiled warmly at him. "Good. A good King knows when to step down to his better. A good pony knows when he has been bested. It's good to know your place."

Shining hadn't even noticed the crown on his head, but he felt its weight disappear, along with the royal garments of his dress. It felt good to have that weight lifted from him. The warmth inside him spread out a little further. He wasn't fit to be King. Sombra was better than him as a ruler. That was good. It made his ponies happy. It made him happy. It was good to know his place.

Sombra turned back to the pool, and held his hand over it. The images began to shift. This time, they showed a single pony.

Sunburst, Shining realised as he stared at him. He appeared curved over his desk, studying. He seemed bitter, tired. His eyes spoke of sleepless nights, and his mane stood messy on his head. He lifted his hand, holding a quill, to write something down on a piece of parchment to his side. As he pressed the quill on the page, though, the tip broke, and drops of ink shot out from it, staining the book. Sunburst grit his teeth, snapping the quill in half between his fingers as he got up to fetch something to clean the mess.

A ripple went through the pool.

Sunburst stood in his study, smiling happily. The red crystal Shining had seen before hung from his neck. Around him, books floated in the glow of his magic, along with complex mechanisms, and intricate patterns of ethereal energy. He flipped page after page on the tomes circling his head, and more and more spells appeared in the air around him.

Shining and Sombra exchanged a look. There was no need for words, both understood. The second held out his hand over the glowing green water again, and Shining lowered himself to look more closely into it.

Flash appeared in the pool. At Cadance side, in front of the train, in Ponyville. He smiled at Twilight, but the mare appeared to ignore him. He walked back into the train, tired, his armour heavy on his shoulders.

Another ripple.

Flash stood at Sombra's side, both of them naked in his bedroom. The King hugged him, and kissed him, and whispered something into his ear. The pegasus blushed. He was happy, he felt appreciated, he was free. The two moved on the bed, but the images disappeared.

Shining looked to Sombra once more. He understood. He couldn't give them what Sombra could. Because Sombra was better. It was good to accept that. It was good to know his place. He moved his head closer to the pool. He needed to drink in more of those sights. To know more. To see how Sombra was better than him.

Thorax appeared in the water. Anxious, disguised as a pony, afraid, unsure of what to do with those around him. A ripple later, he was on the ground, as his changeling self, moaning and screaming in pleasure. Sombra was behind him, fucking him. Thorax was happy. Thorax was whole.

Shining stared at his own reflection in the pool, just a hair's breadth away. He barely noticed his clothes disappearing from his body. Another weight lifted from him, the warmth inside him spreading further. He still hungered to know more. Know how Sombra was better than him, know what he was unfit to do. So he could be freed from those burdens. It felt good to be freed. It felt good to be inferior, and not have to worry about things he wasn't good enough to do. He wanted to know just exactly what his place was, so no useless weight would burden him.

The water rippled, and he saw, as Sombra's image replaced his own. Sombra was stronger. Sombra was smarter. Sombra was more beautiful. Sombra was better. Better in everything. A better King, a better captain, a better leader, a better pony. Everything he could be, Sombra would be a better version of. Everything he could do, Sombra would do better. He was outclassed, outperformed. He was inferior. And it felt good. It felt good to know the truth. It felt good to know his place. It felt good to know how Sombra was superior to him.

Completely naked, Shining fell forward in the pool. It felt so good. He was inferior. He was unneeded. There was nothing left for him, nothing he had to do. Just blissful freedom. Nopony would ever call for him, because Sombra was there. He was useless now. No weight on him. No responsibilities. He knew his true place. He kept falling deeper into the pool, green light all around him. So good to fall. Be worthless. Be inferior to Sombra. Rejoice in his inferiority.

And yet, he felt something was still missing. Deep down, he knew what. But could he ask for it? The world had no need for him. He would have been content with just fading away. But he knew something more could fill his life. A new purpose, a new reason to exist. Perhaps, a use could be found for him. Not to live for his own worthless ego, but to serve someone else. But would Sombra accept? It was a burden to take care of one more slave, after all.

He looked up, still falling in the green light. Sombra was great, powerful, magnificent. Sombra was magnanimous. Sombra was perfect. Sombra would accept him. Sombra would give him pleasure, like he had done with so many others. Sombra welcomed those who realised their own worthlessness, and wished to find new purpose in life by serving a being greater than themselves. It was good to serve Sombra. Shining held out his hand.

Sombra took Shining's hand.

Shining felt the warmth inside himself flare up, swallowing him in a raging fire. He felt himself change. That was good. It was Sombra's will, and Sombra was above him. Serving him was good. Obeying was good, as it was the natural order of things. Changing to fit Sombra's will was good, as it meant serving a higher being. Sombra wished for Shining to love him, and Shining did, because it was good. Sombra wished for Shining to submit, and Shining did, because it was good. Sombra wished for Shining to worship him above all else, and Shining did, because it was good.

Shining loved Sombra. Shining worshipped Sombra. Shining's holes were always ready and dripping for Sombra to use them. Shining was completely and utterly devoted to Sombra. Sombra's will was the only thing that mattered to Shining. Sombra's happiness was Shining's happiness. Sombra was the centre of Shining's world. All of this was good. All of this was Sombra's will. Shining was inferior, and accepting all of Sombra's will gave him purpose beyond his worthless self.

Shining was on his knees, looking up at his King, adoration in his eyes. Straps of cloth like those he had seen on Sombra's other slaves adorned his body, although red in colour. Around his waist, a chastity cage like the one the other stallions had worn, his member confined within it. Around his neck, a collar of thick black metal, with a chain leading from it to the base of the King's throne. He was Sombra's slave. He was Sombra's fucktoy. And that was good.

Sombra stood in front of Shining, naked, his impressive cock fully erect. Behind him, his three other slaves watched with excitement, rubbing their bodies against each other and sharing sloppy kisses, all eager to see what the new slave would do.

Without the need for even a word from his Master, Shining leaned forward, and began to kiss and lap at the unicorn's balls. As he slathered Sombra's large testicles and took in their smell, he felt an alien, warm happiness spread inside him, the feeling unlike anything he'd ever known. He moved up the stallion's length, kissing it and drooling all over it, until he reached the top. Again, he took in the smell, just as intoxicating to him as the wonderful taste of Sombra's stallionhood. Spreading his maws, he swallowed the tip of the shaft.

Drops of precum were now leaking from Sombra's dick, and Shining swallowed it eagerly, more and more joy blossoming inside him. He forced himself to take Sombra's member deeper and deeper into his throat, though it was hard and almost painful. It would have been painful, had it not been his purpose. He needed to go deeper, and properly serve his King, even if it took away his breath. But Sombra's hand stopped him.

"There will be time for your training, slave," the King said, before yanking Shining's head away from his shaft by tugging at the unicorn's blue mane. Then he threw him on the ground, stepping towards him.

His face completely covered in spit and pre, some even matting his mane, Shining smiled blissfully, in a display that would have looked like madness to any sane observer. Staying on his knees like the good submissive slut he was, he pushed out his ass and held his face pressed against the floor, awaiting the moment his King would claim him, unspeakable excitement thrumming through his body.

Sombra grabbed his spit-coated shaft in his hand, lined it up with Shining's entrance, and pushed forward, easily penetrating deep into the stallion's eager hole.

Shining felt himself being filled. Not only in his ass, where his King's magnificent cock stretched his insides wide and sent shivers of pleasure down his spine, but in his whole being. This was the purpose of his life. This was the centre of his existence. Pure, white-hot bliss flooded his senses. He lived, he existed only to be Sombra's slave, and nothing could compare to the pleasure of fulfilling his duty as the King's plaything. Orgasms couldn't compare with what he felt. All-encompassing, impossibly good, wiping away all else, removing any form of awareness of the outside world. There was only pleasure and submission in Shining's mind, and the two were one.

Sombra walked to his throne, leaving behind a quivering, drooling mess, who once had been a prince, now reduced to less than a pony. Cum still dripped from the slave's ass, and his mouth hung open in a mask of unending pleasure.

The King's other slaves moved towards what was left of Shining Armor, and licked and cleaned his ass and mouth, eager to taste their King on his body. Then, as the white unicorn slowly regained some level of consciousness, all four felt their King tugging at their collar, and turned towards his throne.

Sombra stood there, still naked, his shaft still at full mast.

Without the need for words, the four slaves crawled towards him, desperate to serve and please the one who gave them purpose, desperate to taste just a bit more of the bliss only he could feed them. And inside them, only happiness was to be found, as Sombra was their King, and nothing could be greater than the King's will, no matter what it was.

The King

King Sombra sat reclined on his throne, naked but for his crown and the grey pieces of metal armour on his wrists and neck, his crimson cape hanging from the throne's back. In front of him, Sunburst and Thorax were kneeling on the ground, pressing their faces on his crotch and alternatively kissing and licking his balls, while his shaft stood fully erect above their heads.

At the centre of the room, Shining lay on his back on the crystal floor, his limbs immobilised by thick black chains. Above him, Flash, while staring at Sombra, rhythmically brought his ass up and down on the white unicorn's shaft. The pegasus pressed his lips between his teeth, throatily moaning, as beneath him Shining let out small whimpers of ecstasy. Both were more than ready to cum, but neither could, as their King had decided only he could give them release.

Sombra snapped his fingers, and the two slaves in front of him looked up at him, eyes glazed over, their breaths heavy, drool flowing from their mouths down their chins and onto their naked bodies. Green light danced in the black unicorn's eyes, and he gave a nod with his head. His slaves understood his will.

Sunburst remained with his head near Sombra's crotch, but stood up on his legs, pushing out his behind. Thorax moved away and walked to stand behind the orange unicorn, grabbing hold of his hips with his hands.

Sombra snapped his fingers again. The chastity cage around Thorax's crotch turned to smoke and disappeared, along with the buttplug inside Sunburst's ass. Red magic coiled around the unicorn's tail, lifting it and tying it up to get it out of the way. Another strand of energy moved to Thorax's shaft, stroking it and wrapping around its length. The changeling's cock quickly hardened and reached its full size, already leaking pre from its tip.

Thorax looked at his King, anxious and excited. Sombra nodded, and the changeling slid his member inside Sunburst's hole, licking his lips and closing his eyes as he pushed into him, throwing his head back as he felt his insides wrap around his length.

Sunburst began to moan, but as soon as his mouth opened Sombra grabbed his horn and pushed his head down on his shaft, forcing him to take his stallionhood deep into his throat. Then, the King slowly lifted his head back up, only to slam it down again, harder than before. He kept pumping Sunburst's head on his cock, giving the unicorn no time to breathe, as the pendant hanging from his neck bounced up and down with each thrust. Behind Sunburst, Thorax had begun to thrust, and at a nod from his King he spanked the unicorn's ass.

In the middle of the room, the chains began to move. They wrapped around Flash and violently pulled him away from Shining, then lifted both of them up in the air, where Sombra could see them. The metal cage around Flash's member disappeared, exposing his shaft, and new chains moved down from the ceiling to coil around his and Shining's members, beginning to stroke them. The two stallions moaned, looking down towards their King.

His nose pressed against Sombra's crotch, Sunburst struggled to remain conscious, while tears fell down from his eyes. His throat was completely filled by the unicorn's cock, and his ass was equally full, as Thorax kept thrusting in and out of him with fast, jerky movements. His vision drifted and waned, occasionally blacking out or becoming blurry, but the unicorn did his best to remain aware. Sombra didn't like it when his slaves passed out easily while he choked them. He did occasionally fuck their unconscious bodies, but enjoyed seeing them struggle to remain awake.

Thorax panted, his heart pounding heavy in his chest, sweat running down his back and shoulders. His arms were slightly spread out, his upturned hands magically blocked in midair by glowing rings of red magic, and his hooves were blocked in a similar fashion. Outside of his control, his hips kept thrusting in and out of the unicorn in front of him, in a tiring, obsessive rhythm sapping away at his energies. Beneath his short tail, Sombra's magic had vanished his buttplug and entered his ass, and was now pumping in and out of him, spreading his insides.

Shining let out a choked grunt, feeling the chains slide up his spine to wrap around his neck. Another pair moved down from the ceiling, with smaller, open rings at their ends. The chains reached the unicorn's nipples, and there the open sections of the rings closed down on them, pinching his flesh and prompting another choked yelp of pleasure. Another chain descended and wrapped itself around his horn, beginning to stroke it in sync with the one wrapped around his stallionhood.

To Shining's left, Flash quietly moaned as a chain wrapped itself around his mouth and sealed it shut that way. His arms were moved to rest behind his back, wrists just above his tail, as he was held up from beneath his shoulders. A moment after, his wings were also forced to fold themselves on his back, and blocked there by chains wrapping all around his torso. His legs were similarly entrapped, black chains encircling them. A chain wrapped itself directly above and directly below his erection, framing it, while another coiled around the top of his ballsack.

Then, the chains around the pegasus moved, and he was flipped upside down, and turned to face towards Shining. A smaller, thinner set of chains made its way to his mouth, forced it open and locked it in that position. His hanging height was slowly adjusted, and he was pushed forward. In front of him, the chain wrapped around Shining's cock lifted it up, guiding it towards Flash's mouth.

Shining saw the pegasus's shaft slowly inch forward towards his face. Without the need for commands, he opened his mouth, and reached out with his tongue to guide the stallion's member in. As Flash's cock entered his mouth, and the chain around his neck loosened as to not prevent the stallionhood from entering his throat, he felt the other's lips wrap around his own shaft. The two were pushed together until they were both deepthroating each other, then the chains began to rock them back and forth against each other, their shafts going in and out of their mouths. At the same time, they also began to rotate, allowing anyone to see the full display from anywhere in the room.

Thorax's breath was heavy, his mind clouding up. His body hurt from the continuous thrusting, and though the pain gave him pleasure, as he was servicing his King's will, he feared he would be unable to contribute to whatever would have come next. In front of him, Sunburst appeared equally spent, his head moving up and down only thanks to Sombra's hand. The orange unicorn's mind drifted in and out, leaving him in a barely conscious state, sometimes unaware of where he was or what was happening. His only certainty was the he was obeying Sombra, and that was enough.

Aware of his slaves' condition, Sombra slowly lifted Sunburst's head away from his shaft, undid the magic holding Thorax prisoner, and then threw the unicorn forward. The two tumbled backwards on the ground, landing one on top of the other on their backs. They looked up at the ceiling and smiled at the sight of Flash and Shining's bodies, penetrating each other's throats, slowly circling some invisible line between them.

Sombra stepped down from his throne, his cock still at full mast, and walked to the two slaves on the ground. He snapped his fingers, and all at once the chains released the two stallions above him, who fell towards the floor and were only stopped by his magic. He got a good look at their tired, sweat-covered bodies, chuckling to himself, then moved towards Flash.

As the other three slowly got back to their senses and sat up, Sombra flipped the pegasus to once more be upside down, and rematerialised the cage around his shaft, which quickly forced his erection to retreat. Flash whined a bit as he realised his King would not directly touch his cock, but the displeasure was quickly washed away. He was obeying Sombra. Obedience was the greatest pleasure for him. Obeying was better than any physical pleasure he could receive.

With a flick of his horn, Sombra secured Flash's hooves in two floating rings of red magic, then grabbed hold of the pegasus's head with both hands. Without any further warning, he shoved his full length inside Flash's throat, and moments later the wet and sloppy sounds of his thrusts within the stallion's mouth echoed in the room.

The taste and smell of his King were intoxicating to the pegasus, who was shaking in pleasure mere moments after Sombra had entered his mouth. Each thrust in his throat sent a new wave of bliss all through his body, and sparks of ecstasy exploded in his mind, making everything else disappear. It was impossible to think, impossible to focus, and all he could do was remain there and take it. Each thrust, each movement shook his mind and left him trembling in pleasure.

Sombra shifted his hips, changing the angle at which he entered Flash's throat and slowing down in his motion. His shaft, already extensively pleasured by Sunburst less than minutes before, remained hard and throbbing. The pegasus's throat wrapped around it, and the stallion's outstretched lips passed over Sombra's medial ring every time he thrust into him. A sticky mixture of spit, drool and pre dripped down on Flash's face, assaulting his nostrils and forcing him to close his eyes.

Soon, Sombra felt his own orgasm approach. The tip of his shaft flared out, completely blocking the other's breathing, and the unicorn slammed his hips into Flash's face. As his balls pressed on to the pegasus's nose, he firmly held the stallion's head still. Shot after shot of cum sprayed upwards from his stallionhood and deep into Flash's insides, as the pegasus almost passed out from the lack of air.

After his lengthy orgasm, Sombra forced the pegasus off of his still hard shaft, and let him fall to the ground. Flash remained there, breathing heavy and fast, his face covered in their combined juices. His eyes were distant and glazed over, and he shook subtly from side to side, as if having a seizure. Drool and incoherent fragments of words fell from his mouth, as he kept on cumming and cumming after receiving his King's seed.

The black unicorn moved towards the other three, who were busy sharing kisses and stroking each other's bodies. As they noticed him, they immediately let go of everything and snapped to a kneeling position, watching him with trembling eyes and wondering who the next one would be. Their breaths came in short, nervous bursts, filled with excitement, tension and fear, though they couldn't quite figure out what there was to fear about their King.

Sombra reached them, and he gently lowered his hand to Sunburst's head, stroking the unicorn's mane. With a soft push, he forced the orange stallion to look up. "You have done quite well today, my slave. And your master likes to reward slaves who serve him well. You know what that means, right?"

Sunburst's heart began to pound in his chest, so hard it felt painful. His pupils shrank to the size of needles, and his mouth went dry, along with his throat. He began to shake uncontrollably, his shaft desperately pushing against the confines of his chastity cage. His breath grew faster and faster, as he stared at Sombra with a pleading, desperate expression. He needed it, he desperately needed it. He felt like he couldn't live without it. To feel his veins burn with power, his mind drown in ecstasy. The world danced before his eyes, and he feared he would pass out. He needed it, more than water, more than air. Sombra's magic. He needed it, needed it, needed it so much.

Sombra smiled, and barely stopped himself from laughing. It was always so fun to reawaken the unicorn's addiction to him, and equally as fun to watch him tear himself apart when he was denied his promised dose. He truly loved to tease Sunburst like that. Once he'd left him waiting for a full day before actually giving it to him, it had almost broken the poor thing. So fun to watch him, deliriously screaming, on his knees, body tensed up and sweating like he'd run a hundred laps around the castle. Not today though. Sombra gave a flick of his horn, and a spark of red magic fell from its tip.

Sunburst's eyes remained transfixed on the spark as it fell towards his horn, while time felt slowed down to a crawl to him. Finally, the object of his obsession reached him, and he couldn't hold back his own scream of pleasure as he felt the magic flow into his body. Like a fire it spread through him, setting all his sense ablaze, making him stronger, feeding him. It was always so good. His own magic grew, he became a greater wizard. It was everything he lived for, and he owed his eternal loyalty to the stallion who made it possible.

The orange unicorn collapsed on his back. His breath was slow and even now, and a trail of drool escaped his open lips. His eyes were glazed over, staring nowhere in particular. His body was almost motionless, save for occasional shivers and shaking when a particularly strong rush of pleasure ran through him. In his mind was only blank, thoughtless happiness, coloured by obedience and by the shade of the obsession that would return to consume him once his high died down. But for a while there would be only peace, calm and pleasure for him, and unless forced to by Sombra himself he wouldn't move from his spot on the floor.

Sombra moved on to the remaining slaves. "Thorax?" he called.

The changeling looked up.

"Would you be a dear and clean me up?" Sombra asked, pointing at his dick, still coated both in Flash's spit and in traces of his own cum.

Thorax shivered for a moment. "O-Of course, my King," he replied in a quiet tone, slowly leaning forward and trembling as he got closer to the unicorn's stallionhood.

Shining watched the changeling with apprehension and a little jealousy. None of them was a stranger to the effects Sombra's seed had on the shapeshifter. It was almost frightening, though Shining envied the experience at times. He truly did wonder what it must have felt like.

Thorax was slowly moving closer and closer to Sombra's shaft. His eyes nervously looked up almost to the King's face, then down again. Although he'd tried to slow down, he couldn't hesitate, and he couldn't refuse Sombra's will. With one last shiver, his lips touched the unicorn's cock, and he slowly began to open his mouth. His tongue moved forward, and licked up the first drops of cum. Immediately, the changeling began to tremble and shake, and his cock began to harden again.

"Is something wrong?" Sombra asked in faux worried tones. "Would you rather not have to do this?"

Thorax didn't answer, and instead kept on licking further up and down Sombra's shaft, spreading his lips wider. Even without his King's command compelling him to do what he was doing, it was already becoming impossible for him to stop. His body started to tense in almost painful ways, as his mouth kept moving faster, looking for more of Sombra's cum. His breath became quicker, and he finally wrapped his lips around the tip of the unicorn's cock, as his shudders grew more violent and more frequent. His shaft was painfully erect, throbbing and spurting shots of precum.

"Oh, come on," said Sombra, grabbing the changeling's horn. "If you want to do this, you should at least do it properly." Smiling to himself, he pulled Thorax's head towards him, forcing more and more of his cock inside his slave's throat.

Thorax's shudders became even more frequent. His body began to shake uncontrollably, tears falling from his eyes, as Sombra's shaft entered him and more of the unicorn's cum was fed to him. His breathing grew short and ragged, and he remained there, spasmodically twitching, quickly losing the ability to control his own body. The chemical-induced rushes of pleasure triggered in his body by drinking his King's seed forced everything else out of his mind, and soon he was left a quivering mess, his mind forcefully blanking out with each orgasmic explosion going off in his brain. He was powerless against the waves of ecstasy, too strong for him to do anything but cum and cum, unable to even think.

After hilting deep in the changeling's throat, Sombra slowly removed his cock, making sure Thorax's lips pulled away every last drop of cum on his shaft. Then he let the changeling fall on the crystal floor, where he instinctively curled up and laid motionless, experiencing one mind-shattering orgasm after the other, as his member shot spurt after spurt of cum with no end in sight. Then the unicorn turned to Shining. "Just me and you now it seems." He took a step forward.

Shining blushed, looking to the side. He started to sweat, feeling heat rise up in his body, and tentatively leaned forward against the other's legs, wrapping an arm around them. He looked up at Sombra with pleading eyes, unsure of what he was pleading for. Sombra had done so much for him. Sombra had taken him, a worthless unicorn, who had gone insane and was threatening the well-being of those he held dear, and he'd given him so much more. Protection from others and from himself, a new purpose, a new life. He owed so much to his King. His King made him feel so good. All the time, just knowing he was Sombra's slave filled Shining with a warm sense of joy.

Sombra looked down, and wordlessly lifted up the unicorn with a hand, turning him to look away. He wrapped his arms around Shining, and planted a series of soft kisses on the white stallion's neck. His hands roamed over the other unicorn's body, stroking his abs, caressing his legs, then coming to rest over his nipples and playfully pinching them.

Shining moaned quietly, his lips still closed. He pushed himself against Sombra's body, feeling the King's muscles pressed on his back, shivering at the occasional contact with the cold metal of Sombra's armour. When the King reached his nipples and began to tug them, Shining felt a rush of excitement travel down his spine, and instinctively moved his own hands over the unicorn's to keep them there. Their fingers intertwined, as Sombra kept playing with Shining's nipples, and Shining kept moaning.

The black unicorn shifted his position slightly. Realigning his legs, he slid his shaft under Shining's legs, and forcing the unicorn to stand on the tip of his hooves he began to slide back and forth, stroking the ex-prince's stallionhood with his own. He moved up Shining's neck with his kisses, his breath hot and heavy on the stallion's skin. First on the back of his head, then on his ears, then up to his horn, which Sombra began to lick up and down.

Shining began to pant, grinding himself against Sombra. He rocked his hips back and forth, staring down at both of their shafts. Sombra's was much bigger than his, and just the sight made his mouth water, the smell of it coming up to his nostrils fogging his brain. As his King's tongue began to run over his horn, stars exploded in Shining's vision, and he only managed to stay up thanks to Sombra's strong, muscled arm holding him. As his hooves left the ground, he moved his hands away from his chest and wrapped them around his and Sombra's cocks, pressing them together and beginning to stroke them both.

Sombra chuckled, still holding the unicorn up from the ground in his embrace. He playfully bit Shining's neck, then began to grind his curved red horn against the unicorn's spiralling white one. Sparks of magic shot out from their contact, like a piece of metal grinding against stone. He breathed down Shining's neck, then moved his head forward with a jerky snap and bit down around the white stallion's horn.

Shining felt his breath leave him for a moment, as his vision went black and his heart seemed to stop. He came to a second later, finding himself limp in Sombra's arms, staring up at his King. His throat was dry, breathing hurt, his heart was pounding in his chest like a battering ram and sweat ran down his forehead and back.

Sombra grinned down at him, then aggressively kissed him. He forced his lips on Shining's, pushing his tongue past them and into the unicorn's mouth to dominate his. Then he lowered his arms, lowering Shining's body with them, a trail of spit connecting their mouths as he did so. The bridge of saliva snapped, falling on Shining's face, and Sombra began to cradle the stallion back and forth in his arms, smiling warmly at him.

The black unicorn tapped his hoof on the crystal below him, and the polished surface began to shift and rise. Slowly, a bed started to form from the throne room's floor, complete with crimson covers, engraved bedposts of smooth onyx and soft pillows of a milky white colour. Sombra walked towards the bed, and gently set Shining down on top of it. Then he too sat on the bed, placing a hand over the unicorn's chest to keep him down there and looking at him. He remained there, silent, their breathing the only sound in the room, the sounds of the other slaves suddenly muted.

Shining kept staring at his King's eyes, as his heart hammered in his chest. The bed was so soft, he felt like he could just sink into it. Like he could just fall asleep there, simply by lying on it. All his worries and stress melted and vanished. Not that there was any reason to feel any stress or anxiety, he reminded himself. There was nothing like that in his life. Only pleasure and happiness, only blissful obedience to Sombra. A green glow spread over his eyes, and Shining's body went limp, his breath slowing down. He was only barely aware of what was happening now. But it didn't matter, Sombra was there, and everything was good.

Once he'd made sure the unicorn's heartbeat had slowed down, Sombra removed his hand from Shining's chest. Careful not to wake him from his trance, he slowly pushed the stallion's body towards the centre of the bed, placing his head on the pillow, then placed himself at the foot of the bed, standing over Shining. With a flick of his horn, the white unicorn's legs spread out and flipped over, and black chains erupted from the bedposts at the head of the bed and wrapped themselves around Shining's hooves, suspending his legs there over his body.

Sombra gave one last look at the stallion, then proceeded to align himself and his shaft with the entrance to Shining's ass. Slowly, gently, he penetrated the unicorn, and began to slide in and out of him in a calm, regular rhythm, as Shining's erection stood stiff and drops of pre dripped from its tip onto the slave's abs. "Tell me, who are you?" Sombra asked in a deep, warm tone.

"I am Sombra's slave," Shining droned out in a monotone voice. "I am a toy for the King's pleasure. This is all I am."

Sombra found it hard to keep his rhythm, and had to stop himself from thrusting harder. Hearing his slaves proclaim their obedience never ceased to be the best thing about twisting their weak little minds, no matter how many times he had them do it. They were all his, his to play with, his to twist further and further, and he would never get bored of it. But, but, while he was an immensely powerful unicorn, the process of twisting ponies' minds was a delicate one, and he couldn't rush things if he wanted to have Shining slip deeper instead of breaking him. He could have, but where was the fun in that? Still... "And what would you be without you King?"

A shiver of fear ran through Shining, although his emotions still remained muted. "I would be Shining Armor, a worthless, useless unicorn, with no purpose in life, undeserving of everything. I would be less than nothing without my King. I would be lost without my King, I would be incomplete, I wouldn't be myself."

Sombra moaned between his lips. That never got old either. Still struggling a little to maintain his thrusts consistent, he continued, "What do you think of your King?"

Shining's breath grew hot and throaty, and his heartbeat sped up a little. "I love my King. I worship my King. He is better than me, better in every way. My King is the greatest pony in existence. My King deserves to rule over everyone and everything. My King brings happiness to his subjects, there is no greater pleasure than serving my King."

Sombra's breath was heavy, sweat starting to fall from his brow, his shaft throbbing inside the unicorn's hole. Shining's idea of him was good, but perhaps it could be improved upon a bit. "You worship your King, correct?"

"I worship my King," Shining replied with a hint of muted arousal.

"You King's will is your command, right?"

"My King's will is my law, my command, my unbreakable truth. I cannot even conceive of disobeying my King. My King's will shapes me, and going against it would be impossible, as it would be against my very nature."

Sombra had to bite his upper lip to stop himself from cumming while still maintaining his thrusts. His voice grew a little rougher, words rushing out from his mouth as he almost started to pant. "You will accept your King's will. You will let your King's will mould you. You will accept your King's will as it reshapes your mind and essence. It doesn't matter that you will be different, as it is your King's will."

"I will allow my King's words to reshape who I am. I am happy to let my King make me into whatever he wishes. I live to carry out my King's will, whatever that is," Shining said, his voice flat and obedient.

Sombra took a moment to collect himself, still thrusting in and out of the unicorn. He had to make sure he chose the right words, or he would have to redo the whole process again. Thankfully, Shining appeared to be already far gone enough for him to push things. "It is pointless to compare your King to yourself. It is pointless to compare your King to normal ponies. It is pointless to compare your King to anyone or anything. Your King is absolute. Your King is above everything. Your King is perfect. Your King is your God. Nothing can compare to your King. He dwarfs everything with his magnificence. Anything you compare to him will appear less than dust, less than worthless. Nothing else matters but your King."

Shining began to shudder, as his heart started to beat faster. His cock began to throb, and his muscled tensed up. "Sombra is perfect. Sombra is my God. Sombra is absolute, he is incomparable to everything else, my King is infinitely beautiful and powerful!" His words cut off and he pushed his head back against the pillow, howling in pleasure.

Sombra's magic flared up slightly, as he probed Shining's mind to make sure he hadn't damaged it. The flood of devotion he received as he opened the unicorn's soul was overwhelming, and almost brought him to an orgasm of his own. Shining was almost mad with worshipful obsession towards him, but his thoughts were still intact, presenting no signs of the scattered nature of those ponies truly broken by his magic. It had definitely been a close call though.

But worth it, Sombra decided, as he basked in the feelings of submission and inconceivable inferiority radiating from the stallion. Shining would be in a constant state of tense nervousness just by knowing of his existence, the thought of a being so great troubling his mind, and he would constantly be wracked by uncontrollable arousal at the knowledge that he'd been chosen as his King's slave. Sombra's mere touch or word would be enough to send him into orgasmic spasms of ecstasy. As it should have.

Maintaining his regular rhythm, and placing a hand on Shining's chest, Sombra waited for the unicorn to calm down before moving on to the next phase of the process. After a minute of calm thrusts, Shining's breathing had returned to normal, and he was once again limp on the bed, blank and thoughtless like a good slave should be. Sombra asked, "Is there anything you wouldn't do for your King?"

"Nothing," Shining said, his tone distant and warped by his devotion, sounding almost like an insane chant. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for my King. I will do anything for my King. I will do everything for my King."

That was to be expected. It was normal for him to give an answer like that, when faced with such a broad scenario. It was what he'd been instructed to believe. And he believed his King to be absolutely good, too, so he would not conceive him asking for something he wouldn't have wanted to do. It was when faced directly with specific possibilities that the limits of Sombra's control over him really started to come out. "Would you betray a friend's trust and bring them to your King, if he asked?"

Shining's answer was mechanical, the thought ingrained into his brain by previous sessions. "There is no greater good than my King's will. I will gladly bring anyone to him, so he may show them the truth. They will be happier under him than they ever thought they could be. It is a pleasure to help my King free others of the lies they believe in, like my King did with me."

Good. That was still holding up, no need to reinforce it. On to other details. "Would you hurt a pony, if your King asked you to?"

Shining's expression appeared less relaxed for a moment. "My King would never hurt a pony. My King's actions are only good. If my King commanded me to do something, I would do it. But I would not be hurting a pony. It wouldn't be hurting them if it was my King's will. My King's will is good, it would be good for them."

Sombra ran his tongue over his fangs, thinking. That needed to be changed. Shining viewed his will as good, but still associated that good to the good of everypony. That wouldn't do. He needed to understand how insignificant the needs of other ponies were compared to his. He needed to truly understand how much more important his King was. Sombra pressed on, "Would you physically hurt your loved ones if your King asked? Make them suffer, make them bleed, make them cry if your King told you to?"

Shining tensed up further, his face scrunching up. "I... My King would never... Why would Sombra ask something like... My King... He w-would never hurt a-anypony, my King's will is good, my King makes ponies happy, I-"

"Would you kill a pony if your King commanded you?" Sombra stopped thrusting for a moment.

Shining began to hyperventilate, his muscles flexing, his head shaking. His body arched, or tried to, as his limbs fought against the invisible mental bonds holding him in place, as well as the physical ones. "I... I-I... I don't... Why-"

"Your King is your God!" Sombra boomed out, resuming his thrusts.

"My King is my God," Shining repeated, finding solace in the familiar concept. His breath slowed down a bit, and he seemed to stop struggling against his chains.

"Your King is perfect," Sombra continued in a calming tone.

"My King is perfect," Shining echoed, sinking further back into relaxation.

"Your King is above normal ponies. They are meaningless compared to him."

Shining's voice grew slightly husky. "Ponies are meaningless compared to my King." The thought brought him pleasure.

Time to make things clear to the unicorn. "Your King is more important. What is good to your King is more important. The thoughts and desires of other ponies are meaningless. Your King's will is absolutely good, as it is your King's will, and your King is perfect. The good of other ponies is a meaningless concept. There is only your King. There is only his will." Sombra's horn lit up as he hammered the concepts into Shining's mind.

The stallion went slack under the magical tide pouring over him. Mechanical, emotionless, his voice recited, "There is only my King's will. Good and bad only exist in relation to my King. Ponies are meaningless. My King's desire is the only measure of the world. My King is perfect, his will is perfect, his will is what is good. Nothing else matters."

Sombra smiled, breathing deeply. Perhaps it was sadistically cruel to ask like that, but he couldn't stop himself. "Would you kill your sister, if your King asked you to?"

Shining's breath was even and calm, no trace of hesitation on his features. "If my King asks, I shall bring him Twilight's head."

Roaring triumph soared within the black unicorn's heart. He would never ask for something like that, he had no need for it and no intention. But knowing that Shining would obey him, knowing he had crushed and twisted the unicorn's mind and will so far, it filled him with pleasure nothing could compare to. Shining was his, utterly, completely. He held limitless control over him. He was his toy. And he would keep playing with him until he was satisfied. "What do you think of other ponies, slave?"

Shining tensed for a moment, as his new belief entered in conflict with the old. "I..." His face went back to a completely relaxed expression, as the new instructions crushed and reshaped his previous beliefs. "I think they are worthless. Only my King matters. Only my King is important. The only purpose other ponies can have is what my King decides to do with them. Outside of my King's will, ponies are utterly unimportant."

Sombra's thrust grew a little faster, as the unicorn failed to contain himself. It was so good. It was so right. He was the only thing that mattered. Ponies were his slaves, his playthings. So insignificant, so meaningless without him. Shining understood. But there were still finer details to iron out. "What do you think of Princess Cadance, slave?"

There was hesitation, almost confusion in Shining's tone. "I... I lo-love Cadance? I-I only love my K-King, I... Why do I-"

"She is worthless to you. Say it. Say it, slave!" Sombra shouted, thrusting harder into Shining's ass and pushing against the other's mind with his magic.

Unable to comprehend what was happening, simply accepting what was being ordered to him, Shining repeated, "Princess Cadance is worthless to me."

Sombra continued, his breath growing rough, unable to stop. "What about your sister, Princess Twilight Sparkle?"

"I-"

"She is worthless to you! You don't love her, you don't care about her, she is nothing!"

"Nothing..." Shining said in slurred tones, struggling under the flow of magic rewriting his mind.

Sombra's thrusts grew quicker and stronger. "You family means nothing to you! Your Princesses mean nothing to you! Your country means nothing, your friends mean nothing!"

Shining's head moved from side to side, saliva dripping from his mouth as he failed to form any form of coherent speech.

Sombra's thrust were frantic now, the slap of his body against Shining's resonating all through the room. Words rushed from his mouth, as he felt his orgasm grow closer and closer. "Nothing matters to you. No pony, no creature, nothing! There is only your King! Only me, only me, only me! All of you belongs to me, you worship me completely, all of your being is mine!"

Shining's dizzy eyes focused on Sombra's face through the haze of magic over them. "Only my King..."

Feeling his shaft flare out, Sombra let out a growl of pleasure, and moved down to kiss Shining's lips. As shot after shot of cum erupted from his cock, filling the stallion's insides and overflowing around his stallionhood, he kept alternating between sloppily kissing Shining's lips and face and obsessively whispering to him. "Mine, all mine," he kept repeating, as his cock kept throbbing and releasing his load into the other unicorn.

Overwhelmed by all the stimulation, Shining began to orgasm as well, his erect shaft flaring and spraying his cum over Sombra's abs.

After a few moments, Sombra fully returned to his senses, having briefly lost track of things. He was covered in sweat, Shining's cum dripping from his lower half, his face smeared with spit and drool. Slowly, he removed his shaft from Shining, then with a flick of his horn released the chains holding the unicorn's legs. He positioned himself at Shining's side on the bed, and stroked the unicorn's ear, panting as he stared at him.

Shining's eyes, still covered in green light, slowly found their way to him. Shining smiled.

Sombra moved closer, pressing his body against the stallion and possessively hugging him. "Tell me your thoughts, slave," he asked, his voice trembling a little.

"I am my King's slave," Shining began to recite. "I live to serve my King. My King is perfect. My King is my God. Ponies are infinitely inferior when compared to my King. Existence is meaningless without my King. There is only my King, only he matters, he is the measure of worth of everything else. I worship my King. My King is absolute. I-"

Sombra cut off the stallion with a kiss. A moment later he let go of it, and as Shining went back to reciting the King laid his head on the other's shoulder and closed his eyes. His breath slowed down, and he remained lying there, naked, arms wrapped around his slave, listening as he chanted about his devotion to him.

The Wizard

The swooshing sound of the door sliding open, and the clacking of hooves against the floor, was all the warning Sunburst needed to shut his eyes, as he set down the quill he'd been writing with back on his desk.

"Busying yourself with something?" Sombra asked, locking the door.

"Just some research."

The black unicorn walked up to Sunburst's chair. "Not trying to get a message to the outside, right?" He studied the writings on the table. "Of course no. Not that you'd be able to with that weak magic of yours, I barely had to seal anything," he said, running a finger over the stallion's horn and the small black crystals coating it. "Interesting stuff," he added, turning his gaze back to the pages, "but we have more pressing matters to discuss."

"Such as?" Sunburst asked in a dry tone.

"Such as your new role. I'm afraid you won't be taking care of Flurry any longer, I plan to take care of her myself, but I can still find a place for someone like you in my new Empire," Sombra replied, moving back and beginning to walk around the room.

Sunburst remained silent.

Sombra looked at him, then lit his horn, and the orange unicorn was lifted from his chair and placed onto the bed, his eyes still closed. "Won't you at least look at me?" the King asked, as he began to remove his own clothes.

Sunburst gave an angry exhale, tilting his head. "Don't think your tricks will work on me. You may have won for now, but I won't let you into my head. I know how your powers work, better than anyone else in the Empire."

"Oh, you flatter me," Sombra replied, sitting naked at Sunburst's side and placing a hand on the unicorn's shoulder. "Then surely you must know you have no hope of actually defeating me, right?"

Sunburst remained silent for a moment. "I can slow you down, at least. Maybe stalemate you if you're determined to go the manipulative way with me. You'll still force your control over me when the rest of Equestria finds out about you, but at least it'll be easier for them to snap me out of it."

Sombra chuckled. "You really are smart. You know," he continued, placing another hand on Sunburst's body, this time on his chest, and gently pushing forward, "I could use an apprentice like you. And I'm sure you'd find what I can teach you very fascinating."

Sunburst shivered a little at the other's touch. "I have no interest in whatever dark arts you can teach. Besides, I would be a terrible student. You said it yourself, my magic is weak. Shining would be a better choice, not that I think you'd be able to twist him either."

"Oh, don't worry about your magic," Sombra said in a warm tone. "That can easily be fixed." A red, pulsating spark of magic left the tip of his horn to slide inside Sunburst's.

The orange stallion began to shake, grunting for a moment, as the black crystals on his horn fell apart and turned to dust. He brought a hand to his head, tilting his neck forward, as his glasses fell to the ground. "What have you done?" he hissed.

Sombra gently pushed his hand away, wiping his own over Sunburst's eyes as a red hue enveloped them for just a moment. "I gave you a part of my magic, that's all. I'm sure you'll find it rather enjoyable." With a deliberate motion, he let Sunburst's hand fall over his massive black shaft, already stiff though not yet at its full size. "Oh. Getting frisky, are we?"

Sunburst let out a sudden gasp he immediately tried to hide by biting his lips, drawing back his hand. It couldn't possibly have been that, right? That had to have been his leg. It couldn't really be that big. Carefully, he lifted an eyelid as little as he could, only to immediately shut it again. It could be that big, apparently. Still, something else had caught his attention, and very carefully he turned and opened his eyes slightly again.

"I took the liberty of fixing your eyesight for you, I thought you'd appreciate it," Sombra said, causing the unicorn to shut his eyes again and snap back to a more tense and straight position. "Now why don't you give your new powers a try?" he asked, moving closer to Sunburst and practically hugging him, grinding his chest against the orange unicorn's as he stroked his body with his arms.

Sunburst attempted to wriggle away from him, without much success. Resigning himself to being stuck there in the forced cuddling, he decided to reach out towards his magic reservoirs and see what Sombra had been talking about. As soon as he did so, a flood of sensations rushed over him, too fast and large for him to stop it. Power, far more than he had ever wielded, there at his fingertips. Scorchingly hot, frothing, enticing. Heat spread inside him, and his stallionhood began to harden. The mere thought of using that power, of feeling it run through his body, it was exciting him, awakening something primal within him. Without being able to stop himself, he cast a spell to push Sombra away from his body, and moaned as he felt the torrent of energy course through him.

Sombra smiled as he was pushed back and off the bed by the red glow of Sunburst's borrowed power, and with a flick of his horn teleported the unicorn's clothes off from his body, his smile widening as he saw the other's erection.

After a moment, Sunburst froze in shock, realising his situation. Cold sweat ran down his back, as he panted heavily, still struggling to clear his mind from his own arousal, a line of drool unintentionally escaping his lips as his shaft started to leak precum.

Sombra stepped forward, disappearing in a cloud of smoke to reform at the unicorn's side and wrapping his arms around Sunburst's chest, breathing down on his neck. The other tried to instinctively move away, but Sombra pinched his nipples, stopping him and making him moan once again. He flicked his tongue once, licking Sunburst's earlobe, then another spark of his magic floated out from his horn and into the stallion's.

Unable to stop, Sunburst moaned again as he felt the energy enter him, his cock now throbbing and his balls aching for release. It was overwhelming him, enough for him to drown in. It was intoxicating. But he couldn't, he wouldn't give up.

"This could be yours," Sombra whispered in his ear, "This and so much more. Don't you want it?" He grabbed hold of Sunburst's stallionhood and began to stroke it, his grip firm and his movements forceful.

The unicorn grit his teeth in an attempt to remain focused, struggling to process all that was happening to him, struggling to keep his eyes closed to prevent Sombra from taking over his mind. The power inside him was like a fire, burning his body, telling him to give in. Sombra's forcefulness was keeping him there in place, unable to stop himself from feeling aroused at the touch. Sweat ran down his back, his breath harsh and heavy. Too many things happening all together, and one all too easy and tempting solution he could not give in to.

Gripping Sunburst closer and harder, pushing him up to lie on all fours and beginning to grind his own cock over the curve of his ass, Sombra, still viciously gripping the other's shaft, shot a red bolt of magic from his horn, connecting it to Sunburst's and forcing his way into the stallion's mind.

Suddenly, despite everything happening to him having felt so overwhelming just a second before, it all became distant and irrelevant to Sunburst, mere background noise to what was now at the centre of his attention. Sombra's power, Sombra's essence itself, in its entirety, was now there for him to see, for him to touch. For him to use, if he so wished, but he couldn't, he couldn't possibly handle it. It was so much greater than he was. The few specks of energy he'd received moments before had been burning him, but this was so much greater, so much bigger than what he could handle. It would have destroyed his own body if he'd tried to absorb it all. His mind, his soul, literally drowned in Sombra's magic. And he felt so good, so mind-numbingly good. Nothing mattered anymore.

Sombra couldn't stop himself from laughing, as beneath him Sunburst violently came, his shaft spraying shot after shot of cum on the bed without the need for any further stimulation, the orgasm seemingly never ending and the unicorn's shaft continuously throbbing even as nothing was left for him to shoot out. Then with a devious grin, Sombra cut away the connection.

Sunburst yelled in shock, his limbs giving out beneath him. He frantically turned around, smearing his own seed over his chest as he did so, to look up at Sombra with desperation in his eyes. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing but the pleasure he was being denied. Better than anything could possibly be. He didn't care about Equestria, about his friends, about himself, he just wanted, needed more. He would do anything for more. The power inside him called out, his desire to feed it with more irresistible. It was too good. Just another moment of that numbness, just another spark of power to burn himself away, there wasn't a pony in the world he wouldn't betray if that was his promised reward.

Looking down at him, Sombra simply grabbed his horn and pulled the unicorn up to his massive shaft.

Sunburst eagerly lurched forward, ready to serve the source of his addiction, eager to do anything his master asked of him. He began to lick all over Sombra's shaft, drooling over the stallion's length and slathering it with saliva all the way to its base, then lapping at the unicorn's balls.

Pleased, and amused, Sombra moved Sunburst face slightly back, then aligned himself and thrust into his mouth, forcing his way into the unicorn's throat.

Sunburst choked and sputtered, but did not complain, nor did he attempt to pull back.

Sombra began to thrust, forcefully, bringing Sunburst's nose to smack against his abs. Sliding in and out of the stallion's tight, virgin throat, Sunburst looking up at him with crying yet worshipful eyes, he quickly neared his climax. As his tip flared and Sunburst gagged around it, he hilted into his throat, and came deep inside it. After he'd finished, he pulled the half-conscious unicorn back and rubbed his shaft over the stallion's face.

Sunburst looked up with an unfocused, pleading gaze.

Sombra smiled. A single spark of magic once more left his horn, and gently floated down to Sunburst's.

The unicorn came, crying out a moan, and as Sombra dressed back and walked out of the room he laid on his bed, almost delirious, in a puddle of his own sweat, drool and cum.