King Sombra woke in the silent still of his bedchamber, his eyes slowly opened to the pink light of a new dawn. The sun had risen all the same even without its royal custodians. Sombra let out a yawn and greeted the day — a red dawn for a land now painted in kind. Not so long ago Sombra was used to waking on the cold snows of the barren north, but already he was becoming accustomed to kingly luxury.

Back then he had thought that roaming the endless plains beneath the clear blue sky was the only true way a stallion could live and he supposed he would think so until day he died. From those cold mountains he could not rule anything but his own life; that was almost enough. as much as the title of king made him feel less free, the slaves he had made of ponykind would make his liberty shine more brightly. Liberty to do unto others as he felt.

It had been a month or so since king Sombra had finally raised his bloody flag over the highest tower of Canterlot: well not a flag as he had to decide such a thing, but the severed heads of Equestria's former rulers would do in place of a royal banner. it meant the same thing in the end anyway.

It had been easier than he had ever envisioned: all he had done was reach out with his magic and turn the crystal heart black: a dark conduit with which he could corrupt the spirits of ponies and bend them to his will. He had the advisor of course, but Sombra didn’t like to credit much of conquest to anyone other than Sombra, and certainly not to whispering shadows from the depths of the earth.

Not everypony had been so easy to corrupt, but the palace guards had been tractable enough, stallions who had been patrolling the towers of canterlot waiting for violence that would never come while under the peaceful reign of Celestia, they had bent to his will with ease, and from there he needed no more magic, no more tricks, only the brutal violence his stolen army was only too eager to inflict. every stallion had a little bit of Sombra inside: Sombra preferred that mares had a bit more of him in them.

Once the hearts of the guards were his to command the first thing he had done was let them loose on Equastria, carrying orders no more precise than "Make sure everypony knows who rules them now." None of the guards had asked him for permission to satisfy their base needs on anypony they liked - not that he would have said no. In the days following it must have became common to see groups of guards in the streets of Canterlot. Sombra doubted that many of his guard's returned from a long patrol without having shot his load into somepony.

Equestria’s former rulers: the royal princesses Celestia and Luna had been wrenched from their long-held titles, to be done with whatever Sombra saw fit. He had considered for a few moments, and had concluded that the furthest a princess could fall was to be reduced to an instrument of relief for stallions. Less than a whore, devoid of even the seedy legitimacy given by bits changing hooves: nothing more than a set of warm holes.

Three sets of stockades had been fashioned for the three princesses. Each of the royal mares had been dressed in bindings that denied her the use of both her wings and her magic – leaving her face down and her hindquarters up.

Celestia’s eyes were shut and her teeth gritted together as a Large pastry colored stallion named Donut bucked in and out of her from behind, filling the air with the less than regal sound of his penis plunging repeatedly in and out of Celestia's vagina – a wet squishing noise which followed each of the Stallion’s savage thrusts – the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh as Donut’s hips smacked into Celestia's ass – the creaking of the crude stockade as its occupant was rocked back and forth by the stallion behind her. All together composed the sound of merciless conquest until Donut spoke.

“Serves you right bitch,” Said Donut. ”always trotting the halls – swaying that flank of yours...” continued the beige stallion as he moved closer to orgasm. “Look. But don’t let her see you looking they said...AAAAHHHHH FUCK” Donut's muscles clenched in rhythmic pulsations and his penis twitched as he came, his words being transformed into an animal groan as he emptied his balls into Celestia’s cunt: his tail twitching and his abdomen contracting with every pulse of sperm he shot into the royal mare.

Donut pulled his cock free of Celestia, his length now darkened and shiny with her fluids, the dregs of his orgasm swinging from the now flared tip of his penis. The beige stallion departed – the changing of the guards lasted mere seconds before another took his place.

The snowy white griffon was new to the royal guard, and under Celestia’s rule he had contained his nature, but under Sombra he no longer saw any reason to hold back, no any reason to show mercy to his former employer. Celestia gasped as the griffon’s claws eclipsed her twin sun cuties marks and he jabbed his tapered organ past her lower lips with a squawk of pleasure. As the griffon, who's name was Gilmore got closer to orgasm his claws gripped tighter against Celestia's flanks. drawing pinpricks of blood - his wings began to flutter and his feathers stood on end and just thirty odd foot of grunts later the griffon let out a subdued avian screech as he added ropes of species diversity to the semen in celestia's pussy.

Princess Luna's position held no more grace than that of her sister’s, but her reaction was more reserved, she barely changed her facial expression as Flash Sentry shuddered his seed into her womb and was quickly replaced by another stallion – But her expression changed to one of shock very suddenly as in his enthusiasm the next stallion buried himself into the other hole. Not that that bothered the stallion at all and soon luna’s ass dripped with semen as much as her pussy did.

Cadence: evidently the most attractive of the princess was receiving the most attention. as the princess of love the guards felt that they could use her mouth without risk of injury. The pink mare sucked like a whore on the cock in front of her even as her eyes were wide and tears dripped down her cheeks, those tears slipped from her cheeks and onto the indifferent earth of the courtyard, soon followed by another bodily fluid as the stallion that she was being forced to suck off came.

Cadence's sobs grew all the louder as her tears mixed with the semen pouring down her face. But her sobs were soon cut short by her involuntary cry of pleasure as she was made to orgasm by the stallion behind her. her body writhed and spasmed as her mare-parts contracted in time with the stallion’s thrusts, her legs bucked against the stallion inside her, but he only smiled at the token resistance. The stallion groaned almost as loudly as Cadence had as he blew his load into the crying princess's snatch.

Once every stallion who wanted them had emptied his balls into his princess of choice, Sombra had done with the princesses what he would have done with any malcontent.

Princess Celestia was torn from the stockade by the same stallions who had just raped her – and with no less brutality. her gold necklace was torn away and replaced with one of hemp, and with just a few pulls on the other end of the rope the Princess of the sun rose into the air one last time: Her sister followed her just after and once the final stallion had finished Cadence did as well.

Celestia seem to try to retain some dignity in execution like a monarch should, making no attempt to claw at the rope or kick her hooves for purchase. Nevertheless her body betrayed her as once she was no longer conscious enough to control her bodily functions the princess began to react as any common pony would while dangling from a hemp necklace. Her body shivered violently and her hooves kicked as if she was running on air. Her face went from white to purple and her tongue slipped from her mouth. Her eyes had been closed in acceptance when the noose had been tightened around her ivory neck, but now both bloodshot orbs rolled wildly beneath fluttering eyelids.

Luna had went with less poise, kicked and cursing the guards even as she was hoisted into the air. She struggled against her own weight squeezing her throat shut, her writhing causing some the guard's semen to drip from her pussy onto the planks below. Luna was lighter than her sister so it took longer for the rope to Squeeze the royal mare from active struggling to the random flailing of a body being strangled of oxygen.

Just before her consciousness left her Luna had swung her hooves onto her sister, managing to take most of the weight, just enough to let her breathe a few breaths, but this only prolonged her fate and once this ceased to amuse the guards the snowy griffon that had been second to fuck Celestia wrenched Luna’s hooves from her sister, and with his deft claws – bound the mare’s hooves together beneath her with a short length of rope, the griffon gave her a loud smack across the cutie mark before letting her dance begin again. This time the was no respite for Luna, and in her bindings all she could do was flop like a worm on a hook.

Cadence had been the most popular of the mares, and had had a stallion inside her even as the noose was tightened around her neck. A drip of semen swung from the stallion’s recently flared tip while he pulled Cadence into the air. The royal mare begged for mercy from the guards and offered her body to them in exchange for her life as if she had not already been used up most resolutly.

The princess of love was just like any mare on the rope. Her eyes frantic as the noose cut off her breathing – her chest rising and falling futilely as her tear tracked face turned blue and her eyes rolled in the back of her skull, all the while her slender body kicked and spun in the nooses creaking embrace. Her transition form active resistance to spasmodic lurching was heralded by a ripple of laughter from the guards as the last of the princess’s dignity pour down her hind legs and washed away the jizz the had leaked from her cunny.

As much as the princesses all struggled and heaved soon all three were as limp as boned fish save for the occasional twitch in a limb, and the swaying and the spinning provided by the gentle breeze. The final royal act of princess Celestia was to release the contents of her bowels onto the planks of the gallows as the last of her muscles went slack.

Sombra wondered if any of the mares had their last orgasm while on the rope - an odd notion on the snout of it, but stallions often ejaculated while wearing a hemp necklace, some odd quirk of asphyxiation perhaps? Or maybe an evolutionary adaptation designed to give a stallion one last chance to propagate his genes – like a flower spreading its seeds in the wind. The planks of a well used gibbet often smelled faintly of cum during warm weather.

The rope was Sombra’s favorite means of disposing of malcontents, that was how the enemies of his kingdom should be disposed of. They would have no dignity in death, no peaceful exit from this world, they would kick and spasm their lives away while the semen of their captors dripped to the ground beneath there final resting place. And all in sight of anypony who could be made to watch.

The black guards had not been the only ones to enjoy the captives of the new crystal empire. Not so long after his arrival Sombra’s guards had placed before him six mares who were suspected of plotting his downfall. At first Sombra wanted to do unto them what he had already done with so many resistant ponies: have them executed without ceremony, hack the bodies apart, and dispose of the remains with all care of emptying a chamber pot.

“We found them outside the castle,” said one of the guards: “farting about with a bunch of jewelry.”

Sombra looked over the frightened, beaten mares, a better use had come to his mind: “I am the king” he though aloud, “and a king needs heirs.”

Sombra had ordered that the mares be locked into the guest rooms, so he could have them as soon as they came into season. But he hadn’t needed to wait, as he made his way down from the throne’s stairs. He could smell that one of the mares — The white unicorn was already in estrus.

He sniffed the air and noticed the unmistakable scent of a mare in heat: “Speak of discord!” choogled Sombra.

He gestured to the guards: “leave the white one, but take the others to their cells, make sure they are well fed and clean, if I find out any of them have been fucked, I shall do to you what I did to Equesria's postal system.” The guards dragged all the mares away save for the white unicorn.

The pale mare scooted backwards as Sombra approached her until she was up against the fancy table which held the items the mares had been caught with.

“What were these things meant to do?” ask Sombra as he held a necklace with his magic: “did you dress up like princesses in the hope I would treat you like one, Because I don’t think that treatment is what you desire.” said Sombra in a manner conversational enough that he briefly forgot the sensation of his penis swelling between his legs.

”It matters little anyway: i Think I shall have these fancy trinkets melted down into my kingly crown – where was I again? Oh right, about to rape you, allow me to fill you in on the process.” choogled the king.

He had taken Rarity right there without any fanfare, shoving her onto her side over the table and inserting himself under her tail. the table shook each time he bucked into Rarities dripping pussy, the action forcing a few of the elements of harmony to bounced their way to the edge to the floor. Purple tears streamed down rarity’s cheeks and her cries drowned out Sombra’s own incantations of enjoyment. It wasn’t long until Sombra’s penis flared and pulsed inside the pale mare’s warm, slick folds as he shuddered ropes of seed into the white unicorn’s fertile depths.

Rarity groaned in anguish and buried face in her hooves as the last spurts Sombra’s climax squirted against her cervix - suddenly she was empty, Sombra’s organ gleamed with her estrus, and her cheeks glistened with tears, but no matter how much she cried, her womb would not care.

“You should be grateful” laughed Sombra: “you get the privilege of gestating my firstborn, what a lucky mare you are.”

“I don’t want it!” Wailed Rarity “I don’t want it!”, “I don’t want it!” “I don’t want it!” each repetition brought forth more tears, and at the last the white mare collapsed into a blubbing heap.

Sombra got the impression that she didn’t want it, but he cared not in the least, it was his choice who would carry his offspring; they would have no say in the affair.

All that had been a month ago.

In the present; Sombra lay on the luxurious bed that had once belonged to Princess Celestia. Sombra wondered what the princess had used this room for other than sleep, probably not sex: he had no doubt that in just the month in which he had occupied this room that the soft bed he now lay on had seen more debauchery than in centuries of the late Celestia’s rule.

Pressingly, Sombra considered that he should get somepony to change the sheets. Under Sombra - and whichever pony was under him at the time, the once pristine lavender sheets had become a tapestry of grey stains from where his cum had dripped out of various holes, and marks from the tears were their owners had shed them.

Sombra's drowsy morning was interrupted when the sound of a hoof tapping against wood filled the room. “Enter” said the king. “and you better have a good reason this time” he added with a touch of threat in his voice. It was always best to keep a little fear in even his most loyal servants - as so far as loyalty was part of the equation when the system involved soul stealing black magic.

The door swung open, and one of Sombra’s black guards stepped in, his helmet held under one wing.

“Well, what is it?” said Sombra, blinking the lingering sleepiness from his emerald eyes.

“It’s one of your mares your grace” said the guard, looking straight ahead.

“Which one?” said Sombra. his voice perked up at that and his tail starting to swish back and forth, Sweeping the air like a black broom. “Please tell me it’s the purple bookish one.”

“The yellow Pegasus sire, I believe her name is Fluttershy. Private Donut was bringing her the regulation gruel when he noticed the scent your grace.” said the guard, his eyes still locked straight ahead of him like a pair of azure carriage lamps.

Sombra nodded as he considered the news, then – with a venomous suspicion in his voice which held the promise of cruelty and punishment he said “He better not have touched my mare, or I will make private Donut’s private donut a good deal wider; that goes for you as well Flash.”

Sombra swept passed the statue like guard, and turned down the hall toward the guest rooms. He paused a moment as if he had just forgotten something terribly important.

“While you are over there, be a good sport and change my sheets.” Said Sombra, his voice echoed down the hall and passed the still unmoving guard.

The guard sighed, and mumbled: “A guard’s gotta do what a guard’s gotta do”.

The smoke grey monarch trotted down the hallway toward the guest rooms without even bothering to put on his royal garments, he didn’t care for fabric getting between his fur and a mare’s no matter how fine the weave. having his cutie mark visible to all was a small price to pay, but the crown had never left his head even during sleep, he needed at least something to flaunt his nobility with. even if the the newborn crown was an ugly lumpen thing. Of the six gems around its circumference no two were the same size, shape, or color. The gold band itself was crudely cast, as if by a very amateur craftspony. Sombra was no goldsmith; he had made his own kingdom and he would make his own crown, but he’d be damned to Tartarus before he made his own bed.

Sombra passed down the tunnels of noble spender on his way to see a yellow Pegasus and her tunnel of noble splendor. Treading on fine yakyakian carpets atop hard stone along the way Sombra suspected he wasn’t alone when his prancing propelled him headlong into what felt like a localized indoor cold-front. He looked around but saw nothing. None of the places his advisor liked to speak from were visible anyway, Sombra shrugged his Shoulders and moved on: nothing was going to put fetters on this lovely morning.

He didn’t need to be told which room Fluttershy was in: he could already smell her estrus from the far end of the corridor. He chanced a glance as he passed the cell which held Rarity, The door was ajar and through it he could see the pale mare, her belly was just starting to swell with the foal he had put inside her. The proof of his progeny put a little banter in his canter.

He unlocked the door to Fluttershy’s cell with his magic and slipped inside with barely a sound. The yellow mare was vainly trying to hide under the bed as if that would fool anypony. Sombra heard an intake of air as the mare held her breath for silence. Sombra causally wandered around the bed trying to give the impression that he didn’t know she was there. In one sudden movement he grabbed Fluttershy by the tail and pulled her into the light in one smooth motion. To his surprise the action elicited nothing more than a quiet 'noooo' from the tiny-voiced mare - Sombra had heard she was a timid one.

Sombra moved to mount her, but decided against such crude behavior. He had something better in mind anyway.

He gripped the chain attached to her collar hard in one hoof...somehow, and tugged for her to move, almost pulling her off her hooves: “Move” he commanded. Fluttershy’s head hung low, and her legs trembled as if she was about the collapse, but she managed to choke out “'Yes your grace.' before moving unsteadily out of the room and down the corridor.

Sombra led the newly fertile mare from behind. His nose snuffled about her hindquarters taking in her scent. The stink of her estrus was intoxicating to him; the sharp, musky odor seemed to go straight from his nose to between his legs. Every time his lungs expanded with the air his organ of generation expanded with blood. He could feel a throb in his penis with every flutter of his accelerating heart.

Sombra’s cock stood fully erect: a coal grey pole crossed with veins of dark blood which pulsated slightly as he nipped at the mares behind, a small bead of white formed on the tip of his yogurt hose. Sombra recalled the first time he had been this close to a mare in heat: he hadn’t spent his load into the empty air before he had even touched her like many stallions did, but he had been overeager, and when he had mounted her his penis failed to enter her vagina, instead rubbing across her tight flank causing Sombra to cum over her rump almost instantly. That was not going to happen with this mare, he would take his time here.

Sombra marched Fluttershy ever onward until they both ill-met a corner by lamplight and came face to face with a heavy wooden door. At the end of the red ochre corridor Fluttershy’s stopped suddenly causing him to butt his head into her rear. his forelegs lifted off of the ground for a moment as the reflex to mount her told hold of him for a split second.

What lay beyond this door was not just any room, it was a room Sombra had placed the greatest of gusto in re-purposing the room to fits his needs. He had escorted many prisoners here, but only he had trotted out again. The room was formally a glass roofed arboretum with many skylights for the birds and bees to come and go via. It now served as an execution chamber, a charnel house where the bodies of ponies were hanged from ropes to dance the last of their lives away as piss streamed down their legs and their innocent faces turned purple.

The new crystal empire had no shortage of malcontents which needed to be bloodily smote and thusly the room saw plenty of use. Sombra had spent many delightful hours in this room, sometimes just watching the ponies dance – sometimes helping them dance.

The last pony that Sombra had escorted into the party room had been a handsome country colt by the name of Breaburn. He had been a such an appealing young fellow that stallions in Sombra's employ that had no carnal interest in anything other than mares were lining up three-deep to use his asshole as a cunt. Sombra on the other hoof would not have his subjects see him put his cock inside another stallion. He had fucked him in the privacy of his room instead.

Some primal imperative coursed in Sombra’s veins as he unlocked the door with his magic and pushed his breeding mare into the waiting gloom beyond.

Fluttershy screamed loudly in horror as she saw what was waiting just beyond the door. Inside was a row of a least a dozen ponies hanging from ropes. Her blood ran cold and hot at the same time, her knees buckled as she looked on the purple - bloated faces of her captor’s least fortunate victims. The closest pony to her was one she recognized: a white stallion named Double Diamond. He Clearly hadn’t been hanging for very, his eyes still fluttered as they rolled into the back of his skull, and his limbs still twitched occasionally; the last orgasm Double Diamond would ever have was still dripping to the stone floor in a thick white rope.

Fluttershy suppressed a gag as she viewed the other ponies on display; her heart fell down to her stomach as she thought of what she would tell Applejack. both Big Macintosh and Braeburn were there. Braeburn had been dead a short while, his limbs stuck out rigidly from his body, and his bloated tongue lolled from the side of his mouth. The ravens had made a meal out of his eyes, as his empty, ragged sockets stared endlessly at nothing. His penis jutted out between his legs like a flared tree branch A string of dried semen was still visible on the tip of his cock, but far more could be seen in and about his ass and splatted sloppily about his thighs and hindquarters.

Big Macintosh had been left to ripen for longer, his face and lower legs were black and hard where his congealed blood had pooled, but elsewhere on his body his vivid red coat was still visible. Through the haze of her maddening fear and the animal desire that burnt under her tail. Fluttershy thought he looked like a big red apple, slowing ripening on the vine, an unbucked overripe fruit which was now filled of maggots.

She began to back away from the horror, but she felt her rear back up into Sombra - in her fear she had forgotten he was even present. The big stallion chuckled at her terror, and gave her a sharp push onward with his forehoof.

Sombra kept pushing her forward until she was forced into a chest high table, when he could push her no further Sombra used his magic to lift her front end effortlessly onto the table so that her chest and forelegs were lying on the stained wooden surface. Sombra knew that there could be no doubt in her mind now about what he was going to do with her, and he loved every drop of her terror. Sombra positioned himself behind the yellow mare and heaved himself over the table so that his hooves where at either side of her downcast head.

Fluttershy could feel the heavy weight of the dark stallion just barely pressing on her, she could feel the strength in his body, and the warm touch of his course coat against her fine one. A black resignation filled her body as she now knew that there was no escape from the cruelly strong stallion. She would not admit even to herself that the presence of the burly monarch was having other effects on her. The primal dominance of the king: the scent of his lust focused on her and her alone - it was making her weak for reasons other than fear. Fluttershy tried to convince herself unsuccessfully that it was just her heat making her feel these things.

The custard colored mare recoiled as the stallion above her rested his head gently on top of hers so that his chin was just visible to her.

“You know…” Sombra choogled casually, “you could enjoy this. I can smell how I make your cunny runny.” As if to demonstrated that she could hide nothing from her king, Sombra tilted his hips ever so slightly so she could feel the shaft of his royal scepter touch her underbelly. she could not help herself, a small gasp of what might have been arousal, or might have been horror slipped out between her trebling lips.

‘That’s a good mare” whispered Sombra, his hot breath carrying his voice directly into her ear. Fluttershy looked ahead, focused her eyes on the corpse of big Macintosh - her friend - her friend that Sombra had brutally killed, she looked into his unseeing eyes and summoned up what little strength she could, and resolved not to cry. She felt Sombra clamp his teeth gently on her ear, and suck just a little, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure down her spine and and contributed to the making her hot under the tail.

“Well My Little Pony™, what do you think of that?’ said Sombra, freeing his lips from her ear. Fluttershy tried to stand up to his voice, but the little strength she had mustered crumbled away as Sombra backed up slightly and allowed the tip for his penis to make contact with the plump lips of her entrance. Duel frissons of both fear and pleasure emanated from the insidious nuzzling of Sombra’s organ gently probing her entrance. In the end all she could do was let out a weak: “No.” in what felt like the smallest voice she had ever used.

Sombra scoffed and said: ”Your loss, I don’t need your consent, I only need your reproductive organs."

Sombra’s muscles clenched and he reared up on his forelegs slightly, Fluttershy tensed up and let out a small whimper, as she had expected him to shove himself inside her, but Sombra hesitated. He scanned the grim abattoir before him, his dark eyes moving along the rows of ripening corpses and the occasional guard roaming between them. He was looking for something to make the mare under him know his power and cruelty as he put a foal in her. Eventual his eyes came to rest on the far end of the room where one of his guards was balls deep inside a blue maned white stallion. Sombra choogled for the guards to move the stallion closed to him, his voiced echoing around in the room, causing Fluttershy to shrink in fear.

“Hey you guys down there, mind bringing that stallion over to your king?”.

The guard that was behind the stallion pulled out immediately upon being prodded by his compatriots who were not too engrossed in pleasure to hear the sound of his masters voice. The guard's thick member swung between his legs as he and the other guards dragged the white stallion over to Sombra, the prisoner's unshod hooves scraping two white lines down the floor as he was pulled in front of the king and his conquest. “What do you want us to do with him your grace?” said the stallion who had been pounding the prisoner.

“Just string him up here so my mare can watch him dance, feel free to finish first, but be quick about it Quartz.”

“Yes your grace” said the guard. Quartz pushed the white stallion's head down and shoved himself back into his ass without ceremony. The white stallion grunted sharply and gritted his teeth as the guard entered him, the prisoners cock was fully erect from the battering the guard had been giving his prostate, aroused against his will just as Fluttershy was.

Sombra watched in delight as the stallion who he now remembered was called Shining Armor was brutally raped. Shining grunted between clenched teeth with each of Quartz's thrusts. Fluttershy cringed away and tried to hide her face.

Either the guard was nearly done when he was first interrupted, or he didn’t want to try his masters patience, because it didn’t take more than a dozen thrusts for him to finish. Quartz's face contorted in pleasure and he let out a carnal moan of bliss as the muscles in his legs and abdomen clenched in time with the ropes he shot into the prisoners ass. The guard stood still for a brief moment to wait for his world to stop spinning before pulling out of the white stallion as quickly as he had entered him Quartz gave Shining Armor a slap across the flank with his softening cock as parting gesture, dragging a string of errant semen across the face of his shield cutie mark.

“Fluttershy...” Shining said, as if only just noticing her. “it’s going to be al...”, the white stallions words were cut short as the other end of noose that was around his neck has given a sharp yank by one of the guards, lifting his forelegs off the ground and leaving just his rear hooves on the ground. the guard keeping pulling, each tug lifting Shining further up and forcing more of his weight unto his princely neck. A few more pulls and his hooves left the ground. Shining Armor had begun his last dance.

Sombra chuckled with amusement at both the struggling stallion, and the fixed stare of terror on Fluttershy’s face as she was made to watch. As the white stallion desperately swung himself to-and-fro as if his flailing hooves would find purchase on the empty air. Sombra decided the time for teasing his mare was over.

Sombra lined the tip of his organ up the mares sopping cunny. In one slow -smooth motion, buried himself up the hilt in her warm, quivering folds, his eyes closed and his mouth hung agape as he savored every moment of his length sliding slowly into the mare’s fertile young pussy. the sensation of his cock being enveloped by her warm - tight tunnel of dripping flesh filling him from his hooves to his horn. The yellow mare gasped and clenched her eyes shut as her legs kicked almost as much as Shining's did in an effort to keep him out, but Sombra didn’t care, once every inch of his penis was inside her and his balls pressed against her plumb labia, he slowly withdrew before shoving himself back inside with a wet slap as his sack smacked into Fluttershy’s clitoris, interrupting her cries of distress with sudden gasp of unwelcome pleasure. Each sharp buck of his hips brought with it more force and speed. Sombra’s thoughts were lost in a cloud of ecstasy as he bred the custard horse with savage vigor.

This was conquest, this was living, eliminating another stallion, and putting your own foals into his mares; paying nothing more for the privilege the effort needed to take what was yours.

Flutttershy tried to look away from the white stallion in front of her, but every time she averted her runny eyes from the horror she was forced to focus on the sensation of Sombra rutting her, his powerful thrusts pushing and pulling an intense focal point of unwanted pleasure all the way from her tender entrance into the her tight depths. Just to avoid the shame of acknowledge that her body was enjoying this her eyes were forced to keep focusing the white stallion instead.

Shining Armor was no longer swinging with any conscious effort to prolong his life in mind, but rather started to kick wildly and randomly as his consciousness was squeezed from him by the noose. Fluttershy watched transfixed as shining’s cock began fill with blood again with every useless rise and fall of the his chest. she tried to block out of the feeling of Sombra inside of her, but she may as well have been trying to hold back the sea, every time Sombra’s member plowed inside her a jolt of shameful ecstasy racked her body. She tried to hide it from him, but every so often an involuntary gasp of enjoyment would break through her tearful sobs. She knew what was coming; she tried everything she could to stop it - she thought of the dying stallion in front of her, hoping to drown her unwelcome pleasure in revulsion, she thought about her friends being defiled like her, anything to not give Sombra the satisfaction, but there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Fluttershy had never risked being fucked while in heat before. The sensation of Sombra’s thick organ relentlessness plunging deep inside her was fueling a growing fire under her tail which all her despair and disgust could not extinguish. Just a few savage thrusts later Fluttershy was engulfed by her inevitable climax. her body heaved and legs thrashed as pulsing waves of pleasure emanated from her genitals and crashed over every inch of her body, an overwhelming crescendo of ecstasy which made lights flash in front of her gushing eyes, and overwhelmed even her thoughts of the horrors around her: in that moment all of Fluttershy's being was nothing but pure sex. The shy mare screamed louder than she had ever before as the most powerful orgasm of her life grew and then faded, and as it disappeared the world around poured back into the void it had left, all the more profoundly terrible for the comparison. Her terror and revulsion now blackened even further with the shame of having forgotten them in pleasure.

Sombra didn’t need to say anything to make it worse, she knew would her body had done, and that was enough.

Sombra kept pistoning into his mare without a care in the world, too absorbed in his pleasure to pay hers much attention. He took in all the sounds around him, the grinding of the table as his thrusts pushed it ever further forward ‘Grond, Grond, Grond’. The creaking of the rope which held the white stallion in the air. The wet smacking of his testicles against Fluttershy’s lower lips every time he shoved his sword into her scabbard. Sombra's eyes were closed as he savored the pleasure which pulsed throughout his member with every jab, but he opened again them to enjoy the spectacle dangling in front of him.

Shining Armor’s body convulsed and spasmed at random, his conscious struggle long since strangled out of him. His tongue hung out of the side of his mouth as drool poured down his chin. His eyelids fluttering over bloodshot, unseeing orbs which were rolling into the back of his head, while his jaw moved faintly up and down as if to frame silent words. Shining’s engorged member wobbled around with every involuntary sway of his dying body.

Sombra grinned as the white stallion’s organ throbbed and pulsed before him, a few moments later, a sudden a wave of tense convulsions rippled across Shining’s muscular body. shining's penis flared as he emptied his balls into a womb which wasn’t there. A half dozen spurts of thick semen pumped into the air, each one accompanied by a sudden spasm of shining’s legs and abdomen. The remains of the stallion’s struggle seeming to leave him as the last of his seed dripped to the floor. there would be no more wild trashing from shining, just the occasional jerk in one of his extremities, or a small twitch is his darkening face.

Sombra took great pleasure in Shining’s demise, the prince of the crystal empire was dead, he had died without dignity for Sombra’s amusement, died without having fathered any foals, his royal heirs had dripped to the floor of his execution chamber: viscous cords of princes and princesses, each never to sit a throne or wear a crown. All that Shining Armor’s progeny would do is dry up on the barren flagstones beneath his corpse. Sombra's seed was being sown in fertile soil – the only thing Shining Armor would ever fertilize now was the ground.

Sombra saw no reason to daily his pleasure now that the show was over. He increased his pace, bucking his hips wildly and without rhythm, his eyes shut in pleasure and his teeth gritted as felt the pressure boiling in his loins. With his increased pace, Fluttershy’s tiny, subdued weeping grew into heaving sobs.

Sombra ground his teeth as his penis flared inside his breeding mare, a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting up his spine with every spurt of his orgasm. He pushed himself as deeply into the mare as he could: a warmth spreading as his seed thumped against Fluttershy’s cervix in pulses and into the empty womb beyond.

Sombra’s climax faded, the pleasure receding, but leaving satisfaction in its wake, he stayed inside Fluttershy until his cock went soft, so not a drop of seed was wasted. He dismounted the yellow mare, his penis flopping between his legs, still glistened with her juices.

Fluttershy barely seemd to notice that he had stopped, she just kept weeping like she had been, Sombra didn’t care, he knew that regardless of her tears her womb cared not for anything but having a dominant stallion put a foal in it. Soon the mare’s belly would start to swell with a Little Sombra, and Fluttershy would have no say in the matter.

Sombra trotted out of the room, leaving the Pegasus to weep among the corpses. As he went he thought to himself; “still four more waiting to bare my heirs.” The gray stallion passed a guard on his way, whom he instructed should take Fluttershy back to her chambers.

“Gilmore, there is a mare in the hanging gardens, please bring her back to her room, make sure anything sharp is kept out of hoof, I don’t want a repeat of that incident with the other one”.

There was a little bounce in Sombra's trot, as the satisfaction of job well done filled him. he decided to make a detour - arriving at a sunlit balcony, he looked over his domain and let the sweet air of his kingdom fill his lungs, the air carried the scent of conquest, blood, death, and sex, atop a green scent of grass and dew. It felt good to be the king.

The sun warmed Sombra's face and cast a long shadow behind him. one part of the shadow was darker than any other on Equestria.

The shadow spoke with a voice like the grinding of vast stones and suddenly Sombra was not quite as carefree.

Author's Note

you read it, you can't un-read it.