King Sombra reclined upon his throne, a smoke grey beast had claimed dominion over all the lands which could be seen from the highest tower of Canterlot. Sombra’s eyes were closed in what an awed supplicant might have mistaken for wise contemplation, but in fact was mere daydreaming, little more than vague notions of what he could do today; WHO he could do today, although perhaps in his royal prestige “whom” would have been more appropriate.

Save for the slow rhythm of his breathing Sombra looking still and sturdy enough that he could have been hewed from the same rock of which his throne was carved, but the stillness did not linger like the lifespan of stone and mountains, as soon one of Sombra’s guards entered the throne room, his hooves birthing echoes within the vast room with every step he took closer to his king.

Sombra pretended not to notice, remaining in gnomic contemplation of the condition of the castle toilet facilities, while admittedly most of the castles previous servants now hung rotting from nooses, or impaled on stakes; that was no excuse in Sombra’s eyes to let the shitter get so bad: if the stench could wake the dead why they not risen to do something about it?.

“Your grace.” said the guard, removing his plumed helmet and holding it beneath his wing in order to address his king.

“What is it now?” Intoned Sombra, perturbed by the interruption to his toilet meditation.

“Another one of your guest mares is ready for you now your grace.” Announced the guard.

Sombra perked up and bit at the revelation that another one of his captives had come into season: having already put foals into the bellies of two of them.

“Which one?” Sombra asked as he dismounted the throne in anticipation of mounting something else.

“The pink annoying one” Said the guard, still looking straight ahead.

“Delightful” said sombra as he glided past the guard, his large hooves surprisingly silent on the hard tile floor. “be sure to have someone bring her before my throne while on your way, I want her here in say – 40 minutes, I have got preparations to make, a party to plan, griffons to invite”.

“Your highness” Said the guard, a slight tone of wobbly dread entering his voice “what do you mean by ‘while on my way?’”.

“While you are on the way to clean the toilets, they are a disgrace” Choogled Sombra over his shoulder as he trotted away.

The guard sighed in resignation and spoke under his breath.

“A guard’s gotta’ do what a guard’s gotta’ do.”

The kitchens were one of the few castle facilities to have survived Sombra’s takeover almost intact, few of its staff had been killed as the new monarch appreciated a well-executed dinner as much as he enjoyed a badly executed kitchen servant. This evening, the kitchen staff were only preforming light duties as no major events were happening, but their casual demeanor was blasted into tiny nubbins when Sombra materialized in the kitchen unannounced, his dread presence heralded by an explosion of purple magic, and a big cloud of clinging vapors.

“Greetings my worthless playthings.” Roared Sombra “your king has arrived, and he demands tribute in innocent blood!”, roared Sombra from within an electric nimbus of incadesant magical fury.

The head chef was the first the muster the courage to speak to his king “An excellent choice your grace, which vintage would you prefer” Said the chef, completely unshaken as he presented his wrists and a selection of sharp objects to his king.

“I did not mean it literally” Explained Sombra, slightly taken aback by the calm yet foppish demeanor of the unicorn chef.

“Then what dish did you come to the kitchen to be furnished with your grace? Said the chef.

“Cake” said Sombra “but I want you to add a special ingredient.” Sombra produced a small smoked glass vile and hoofed it to the chef.

“Zecora’s magic dewdrops” Said the chef as he scanned the label, “A fine addition to any royal confection I am sure.”

With that Sombra vanished In a poof of dark magic as swiftly as he had appeared, leaving the chef and his underlings to perform black of works of evil in his name, if anything as scrumptious as cake could be called so.

The shadows peered out over the courtyard from the dark depths of an overturned pail on the high ramparts, the shadows scanned the death and defilement happening in the grassy quad below.

Near the gate - a burly guard pushed a young caramel colored stallion over a pile of fresh bodies, and shoved savagely shoved himself into his ass: pumping relentlessly while tears streamed down the young stallions’ cheeks. The thorough battering the guard was giving to the young stallions prostate soon had his member fully swollen and wobbling between his legs, just a few strokes from The guard later; the contents of his balls were emptied onto the flank of a dead pony whose neck was still gripped by a cut off noose. The guard groaned as he secured a fresh hemp necklace about the stallions neck, Thirty odd foot of grunts later the Guards muscles tightened and so did the noose as the guard pumped jh hot jets of liquid silk into the caramel captives ass.

and standing on the wooden frame of the newly erected gallows, a griffon clad in the armor of Sombra’s black guard.

Gilmore the griffon was having a good time, he had been assigned to dispose of ponies in the name of the king, a privileged position indeed. the wooden structure he now served as steward of was the very same gibbet which princess Celestia had swung from once the guards where done with her, Gilmore still remembered his claws clenching hard against her cutie marks as he pumped his seed into her royal cunt , he had spent barely 2 weeks in Equestria at that point: just a lowly griffon seeking someone else’s fortune in a foreign land; then he had been recruited into the new royal guard, and within just a handful of days of service he had fucked a princess, truly this was the land of opportunity.

The gibbet had been named in honor of its most famous guest, it was called the “grand galloping gallows” an from its crossbeam hung a twitching unicorn mare, her tear tracked face turning purple and her cunny dripping with griffon jizz. She had been Heavily pregnant when captured, but King Sombra had little use for mares who had been knocked up before his conquest. The mares special somepony: the father of her unborn foal, had been strung up a few hours before, his cold, stiff body now swayed lazily in the breeze alongside his wife, his engorged member still jutting forward from between his legs, his hindquarters dripping in the sperm of the stallions who had enjoyed him before his dismal execution.

Gilmore was up to his eyes in the mares abdomen, his curved beak tearing into the stretched flesh of her belly as he sought the tender foal once protected by its mothers womb, each shearing closure of Gilmore’s beak sent a gush of blood down his face and chest plumage as he fed on his prey: his amethyst eyes lit up as he reached the sweetest meat any griffon could harvest: Gilmore could feel the little guy kicking as each beak-full of foal veal slid down his eager throat.

As Gilmore was licking the delicious blood from his beak, he was startled by a flash of magic from behind him, he spun around expecting to face his master, whom had taken to teleporting everywhere, but where Gilmore had expected to see a large grey stallion clad in silken raiment emerging from the cloud of smoke there was nothing but a small rectangle of gilded cardboard, it hovered in the air for a moment before fluttering toward the ground, Gilmore’s bloodsoaked paw shot out and caught the little object.

Gilmore turned the card over and saw the fine cursive hoofwriting on the other side.

“Greetings royal guard, you are cordially invited to attend a foal shower in the throne room 45 minutes hence, be sure to bring that other griffon so your king has something to keep his cock wet while the guests are introducing themselves to the mare of honor.”

Gilmore squinted hard at the invite to see if it held any more secrets; it turned out that it did, in small silver text that read.

“Ain’t no party like a Pinkie Pie party.”

Pinkie Pie laid in her cell which had been a guest room before Sombra’s takeover, the cell was well furnished, but still a prison all the same. Pinkie would spent hours pacing the room waiting for something to happen, anything to happen, sometimes guards would bring her food: she had expected the guards to give her gruel, or slop, or anything less than 50 percent sugar by volume really, but they had in fact been keeping her well fed, even if they all they brought her was bland and mushy stuff.

Pinkie thought that perhaps the nutrition she was receiving was not such a blessing, had she been starved she would not have gone into heat, and thusly would not have been so restless, the food was as tasteless as one of rarity’s dresses anyway: what would she have not given for a big, juicy slice of cake right now.

A soft sound of metal sliding across metal filled Pinkies cell, in the meal slot of her door was a big juicy slice of cake.

It tasted funny.

Sombra sat upon his throne and viewed the festivities around him, several tables had been set up with party food and drinks, festive bunting hung from the ceiling, and balloons floated at the end of strings like marefia informants trying on concrete shoes at the bottom of a lake. guests stood around waiting for Pinkie to arrive at her preemptive baby shower, each guest stallion had been supplied with a condom so that Sombra’s breeding mare would not be despoiled by any other stallions seed.

By Sombra’s side stood a female griffon, willing to please her master in whatever way he saw fit. The griffons had been easy for Sombra to bring into his service, he had tried to use his dark magic to warp their minds as he had with the stallions of his royal guard, but the magic did not seem to hold much influence over creatures other that ponies, in the end he had brought the griffons into his service by simple waving a purse of shiny bits in front of them, no magic in this or any other land held as much sway over a griffon as a fat wallet. As for the rape and violence his troops would inflict, griffons where just like that anyway as far as Sombra could see.

The doors at the far end of the hall slowly creaked open and two stallions led the mare of honor to her party: both of the stallions were fully erect from their proximity to the young mare in heat, they would not need too wait long for a chance to satisfy their lust.

Pinkie had been dressed to Sombra’s instruction for her party, a pretty pink bow rested in her poufy mane, the collar around her neck held a sapphire: blue like the sky of Sombra’s kingdom, and her legs where each covered by long silken socks decorated in pink and white stripes, the tight fitting garments reached just the bottom of her cutie marks, long enough to define her plot from her legs, but not long enough to impede anyone from accessing her genitals.

Pinkie’s mind was filling with purple clouds and the sound of party streamers as she approached her party, her whole world was filled with revelry which seemed to emanate from nowhere in particular, she marveled at all the guests come to see her, the tables filled with food, even that griffon that Rainbow knew had been invited. This was going to be the party of all parties, if only she had known what they were celebrating or where she was the day might have been complete already: everything just felt so fluffy and vague to Pinkie, she hoped the party would have silly sting. Little did Pinkie know she might be leaving the party covered in even sillier string.

King Sombra grinned and reclined back into his throne with his legs spread, allowing the whole room to see how excited he was, not that anybody was focusing on him of course: not now that the party favor had arrived. The cake Sombra had given her seemed to be working, she had no idea what was really going on: she looked higher than a mountain wearing a top hat.

“Let the party begin” said Sombra, setting off a single party popper like a starting pistol, at his signal private Donut (the stallion who had been nearest to Pinkie) wasted no time in mounting her, Pinkie let out a sudden gasp as the beige stallion bent her over the trestle table and slid his throbbing member into her hot, dripping folds. Donut’s latex coated organ slid into the pink pony’s pink pussy as easily as with any other captives slit, but Pinkie did not resist in her present state: her meat-sleeve welcomed its new occupant eagerly.

Sombra watched as the pink mare was railed from behind by the large stallion, The doped mare began to moan as private Donut got into his stride, but her pleasure noise was soon muffled as another stallion decided to make use of her mouth, her lips parted to let his cock into her mouth as soon it pressed against her plump lips, seconds later Pinkie was sucking him like a 5 bit streetwalker without even asking what was going on.

Pinkie did not know exactly what kind of party this was, but it was a good one, she would not have normally let party guests treat like this so openly, but this party was different, everypony just seem to be going along with it; it seemed as if some force from within loosened her inhibitions and made even the wildest of party icebreakers seem normal, although Pinkie had never before got a party started by being rutted by the guests, It seemed as if it had been the right move, every eye in the party was on her: they had even formed a queue to greet her.

Pinkie sucked and slurped on the dick in her mouth as stallion behind pistoned in and out of her slit, every second which went by brought with it a buildup of pleasure within her mare parts, but the stallion behind had not been making any attempt to daily his orgasm, with a final sharp thrust he hilted himself inside her, his balls hitting her plot with a resounding wet slap as he came, grunting with every wave of his orgasm as he filled his party balloon. The stallion withdrew from her, cock glistening with her juices and a latex bag filled with his semen swinging from the tip of his organ.

Pinkie did not remain empty for long, no sooner had private Donut dismounted her than another stallion took his place, plunging himself into her as quickly as Donut withdrew, the new guard let out a gasp of pleasure as his member sank into the mares unresisting pussy, Pinkie now knew the stallions where not here to be gentle lovers who concerned themselves about her pleasure, she was nothing but a set of warm holes to them, and she felt oddly fine with this arrangement: after all, was she not making ponies smile, smile, smile?

Pinkie worked the cock in her mouth, her slick tongue massaged the most sensitive point of the head every time the hoof that was pushing her head up and down caused it to pass within reach of the agile organ, all the while her lips slid up and down the stallion’s shaft, creating the seal Pinkie need to suck. Every time Pinkie slurped Inward the stallion groaned and his whole body quivered like his soul was being sucked out though his cock.

With one last bob of Pinkies head the stallion was sucked over the sex precipice, the first few ropes he shot poured into Pinkies mouth as he let out a most unstoic cry of ecstasy, in the throes of ejaculation his member came free from pinkies mouth, the last spurts of his climax landing across pinkies face and snout. After his world stopped spinning the stallion wandered away on wobbling legs to make space for another, soon another cock pointed expectantly at her face, but before she had even tasted it she was interrupted by the sudden impact of her own orgasm. Pinkie shouted in wordless animal pleasure, every muscle in her rear half contracted in waves of hot pink ecstasy, as her vagina contracted and pulsed the stallion that had made her cum was brought to his own peak, Pinkie felt his penis twitch as his testicles ejected their sticky product down the ledge of his shaft and out of his flaring tip, a warmth expanded in pulses as the stallions seed flooded the thin latex barrier between him and her fertile depths.

And so, Pinkies party proceeded, many stallions came and went, and the party mare was the center of it all, loving every minute she served as the pink filling in a stallion sandwich.

Sombra viewed his guards taking turns with the mare, their semen being wasted filling a rubber instead of a womb, or being spurted into pinkies mouth and face, as a few stallions had, Sombra decided that the time was right for his own meat to get some attention.

“Gilda, come hither” said Sombra commandingly.

“how may I service you your grace?” said the griffon hen sultrily.”

“anatomy lesson” said Sombra causally “I want to know how a griffon’s throat works.”

Gilda did not say anything, but she spoke well enough with her actions: grasping the base of Sombra’s genitals and slowly sinking her beak over his shaft. Sombra let out a small moan as the griffon’s throat engulfed his penis from tip the balls. In truth Sombra had no firm expectation of what a beak-job should feel like, for certain he had not expected it to be this Pleasant, Gilda’s beak could not create the seal around his member needed to suck, but the griffons throat muscles: designed to swallow small prey whole - where picking up the slack, her whole throat seeming to ripple tightly up and down his cock In a way that a ponies mouth could never do.

Sombra felt himself coming dangerously close to climax a few times, only for the griffon to slow or stop when he came near, Sombra assumed that Gilda was a massive slut who knew exactly when a stallion was going to cum from experience, but he was glad for the knowledge the he did not need to stop himself from Climaxing, the slutty bird had that under control.

Gilmore let out a low squawk as the warmth of the mares vagina enveloped him as he pushed his way into her sopping pink folds, he had not been compelled to wear a condom as Sombra knew a griffon could not impregnate a mare, but Gilmore knew his king did not want anyone’s seed diluting his, so Gilmore decided that he would cum outside once the time was right, that was if the Pleasure he was getting from the mares cunt would let him hold back long enough to pull out. He had plenty of time in any case, it seemed that he was the last one to take his fill of the mare, the other guards who had not left for their duties, made casual conversation among themselves over party snacks, not paying much attention him and Pinkie: in days prior Gilmore would have thought that sight of an historical enemy of pony kind coated in blood, and balls deep in one of their females would have inspire some reaction at least, but in the castle of the new crystal empire, the stallions treated captive mares with no more mercy than the most savage of griffons would have done to their victims in the past. Gilmore was just another one of Sombra’s guard using a captive for splooge receptacle.

Lights flashed behind pinkies eyes as whatever magic that made this party so perfect seemed to be draining the energy from her even as it amplified the pleasure. Pinkie never like griffons, but this one seem so friendly, but for all the joy of the party, the pink fog seemed to be receding, the truth of the situation edging in at the corners of her mind: a dark revelation was emerging from the fluffy clouds of illusion, and it was shaped like King Sombra’s massive cock. A tear began to roll down her face as the griffons claws dug into her cutie marks, the pain bleeding thought the veil of drugged compliance, and all the while the fading magic seem to be dragging her consciousness away like her friends had been.

Sombra closed his eyes and lent back in his throne, his legs poking into the air as Gilda’s talented throat once again pulled him nearly to climax only to let him fall back to plateau, Sombra did not just want to hold on to some pleasure until his breeding mare was ready for him.

Turn around for your king.” said Sombra languidly “I would ruffle your feathers a bit before the mane event”

“Okay gov’na, I hope your grace will find Griffon pussy as good as the lame dweeb over there" said Gilda, gesturing to the pink mare who was still being fucked by her fellow griffon. Gilda turned around and presented her hindquarters to her king, who looked them over for a moment before placing his hooves on her rump and pushing her slowly down toward his throbbing flesh column.

Sombra’s penis was already slick with the griffon’s saliva, and slid into Gilda with ease, Sombra’s subdued moan transitioning into a sharp grunt as his length was enveloped by the griffon’s sex. Gilda's birdbox was delightfully tighter that the average mare, and if he hadn't Had a mare to impregnate Sombra would have probably blown his load into Gilda without a second thought, but he had to leave his balls blue until he put a foal into Pinkie pie.

Sombra was not alone in his pleasure, Gilda squawked and cawed in pleasure every time her rear bounced up and down in Sombra's lap, his penis stretching her inner walls, and his balls slapping against her clit with every bounce, although she had been the edging Sombra with her beak before, her stamina was the first to buckle. The sharp screech of her climax echoed around the big room; a few lingering stallions turned in her directed upon hearing the sound above all other noise in the room.

Gilmore had Pinkie on her back now, her legs grasped in his claws to stop her kicking, she seemed fully aware of what was doing on now and was trying desperately to pull away from him; to no avail, his strength keeping her from doing anything to take this away from him. Gilmore leered over the terrified mare and looked her dead in her tear-filled eyes: his bloodied plumage leaving red streaks all across the fur of her underbelly, the sudden, leering intimacy seeming to freeze her struggles as his piercing red eyes augured into Pinkies terror filling orbs. Before Pinkie could look away Gilmore had a paw around her throat, and his beak over her lips, all the while still thrusting into her. He did not mind the taste of stallions on her lips as his tongue slid around her mouth like a greased eel, hoping all the while she could taste the fear in the blood that still lingered on his beak, hoping she could revile the taste of the flesh and blood of the green mares unborn foal as much as he had savored it.

“ahem" up on hearing the voice from beside him Gilmore opened up one eye and saw his king waiting patiently like any of the stallions had, Gilda stood nearby, rear legs still wobbling slightly.

“Maybe vacate your kings’ property before he charges you rent” said Sombra with a touch of impatience, Gilmore broke contact with pinkies lips, a sting of saliva a blood still connecting them. before Gilmore could utter a hurried apology, and run off to find somewhere else to stick his cock Sombra spoke again.

“I mean – my others guards just came and went as quick as could be, you’re just on vacation.” Said Sombra as causally as one could expect for being in the presence of a rape; with his fully erect member glistening with the juices of a griffon, Sombra continued.

“finish by all means, but please remember time is money, and you’re on my payroll.”

Gilmore was racing to finish now, spurred on as much be lust to avoid docked pay as much as lust for the mare beneath him. Gilmore grasped Pinkie hard by the thighs and quickened his pace, the rough treatment coursing even more tears to pour from the pink mares’ eyes. Gilmore could feel a searing pleasure working its way further up his tapered shafted every time he plunged into his prey's slick folds, just as the rabid building of ecstasy chased his thrust to become uneven and shaky, he regained enough to self-control to pull out. Gilmore rubbed the length of his cock across the soft lips of Pinkies entrance, each stroke rubbed her party button coursing a small noise of pleasure to interrupt her sobs. Gilmore’s paws clenched onto the mares plump thighs as he came, each claw tearing the fabric of the socks which covered them, each sharp point drawing a pinprick of blood: Gilmore's hips gave a sharp Jab with each wave of pleasure as his cock painted Pinkies abdomen with streaks of slimy white frosting which dripped lazily down the sides of her stomach and the raised nubs of her nipples. Gilmore let his breath out in one long sigh as his orgasm faded, the last spurt of cum settled on the belly that would soon swell with his king’s foal. Now utterly spent and drained Gilmore let go of Pinkies legs and let his paws touch the tiled ground once more.

“Thank you your grace" Gilmore whispered out between exerted breaths. “I shall take my leave now.”

With the griffon’s departure the only one left waiting to use the pink broodmare was the king himself, Sombra sauntered toward the mare who had turned on her side as if to hide her tears from him, Sombra pulled her to her hooves with an effortless burst of magic, she kicked at the sex scented air, but there was nothing she could do now to resist her king: the griffon had left her with a coat stained with blood and two claw shaped bruises on her thighs; Sombra intended to leave her with something longer lasting.

Pinkie let out a cry of fear and a renewed stream of hot tears as sombra pushed himself inside her, burying himself up to the hilt in a single motion and started thrusting at full pace. Then pinkie noticed something else, Sombras penis felt different to the stallions who had came before him, a rougher texture, a sharper warmth…

“You’re not wearing a condom!” cried Pinkie between sobs, terror summoning the energy needed to shout even though the growing fog of whatever had been in the cake and her own physical exhaustion.

“please! Do whatever you want to…for Celestia’s sake just – don’t come inside me I’m in heat” Said pinkie, her words wobbling with fear.

“That’s the entire…auug…point - fuck it, you tell her Gilda.” Grunted out Sombra between thrusts.

“that’s the general idea dweeb.” Explained the griffon: “they did teach you where foals come from right? Think yourself lucky, you get the honor of being the kings breeding stock where you might have been feeding the crows at the Grand Galloping Gallows”.

Sombra smiled at the terror that Gilda’s blunt explanation stirred in the mare, but Sombra did not think he would have much time to enjoy it, his gigglestick had been given such a good spit and polish by the griffon, that he was astonished that he had not emptied his balls as soon as felt pinkies warm lower lips slip over his medial ring; in any case he knew his second jizzwind would not be keeping him from busting a nut for long.

Pinkie was a loose fit after all the guards where finished, but his pleasure was all the greater for knowing that he was going to pump his semen into the womb of a mare in heat, while the guards ejaculations was caught in latex bags which now lied haphazardly around the floor, discarded once their job had been done like so many slaves: right down to having been ejaculated in before being disposed of.

Sombra gritted his teeth as he finally came, the much teased and delayed climax making lights flash behind his eyes as pale party streamers exploded from the barrel of his cum-fetti cannon, his flaring tip pressed right against the gateway to pinkies womb. Finally Sombra let out a long sigh of carnal relief which was turned into a high wail as it passed though the unfurling party whistle in his mouth: Sombra stayed inside the mare a short while to make sure as little of his cum dripped out of her as possible, before pulling his softening cock out and dismounting.

Pinkie tried with what little strength remained to crawl away from the stallion who had just raped her: Sombra grinned for she could not crawl away from her own biology, soon her belly would grow with one of his foals.

“I just realized.” Said Sombra causally: “you didn’t even come, my apologies that was no way to treat the mother of my foal, Gilda, help our party pony out a wee smidgen please.”

Gilda obeyed her kings order without a word, clamping one paw onto Pinkies cutie mark, and pressing two fingers of the other against the mare’s clit, Gilda rubbed rapidly like she was starting a fire. Pinkies fading sobs where interrupted by her cry of pleasure as she orgasmed, the contractions of her loins drawing Sombra’s sperm deeper into her womb, the sudden exertion of her climax mingled with the deleterious after effects of the cake to drain the last her consciousness from her. Pinkie collapsed into sleep.

Gilda’s paw still hovered in the air, shiny with the mares fluids: “Laaaame” she moaned to herself while rolling her eyes, before giving the unconscious mare a hard slap across the rump, leaving a smear of Pinkies own fluids across her cutie mark, and a few faint red lines where gilda’s claws made contact. Pinkies 3 balloon cutie mark failed to pop.

“want me to get that Pegasus who does these kinds of things to clean up here?” said the griffon gesturing to the filled condoms which littered about the floor like lungfish on a primordial beach.

“Naah!” said Sombra: “she fell asleep at her own party so she can awake to the aftermath.” Sombra wondered how much if this she would remember come morning, not that it really mattered so long as her womb remembered to do its job.

His advisor watched Sombra trot away from within the empty party popper which laid on the arm of the throne. Sombra had to acknowledge that it was true what they said.

Ain’t no party like a Pinkie pie party.

Author's Note

So, I have decided that this wasn't complete after all , I had drafts of a few planned chapters before the commissioner dropped off the face of Equestria, which I have decided to upload since apparently there are more freaks who enjoy this stuff out there

this second chapter has less of the commissioners influence and more of my own, so you might find it...substantial wackier than the first, but at least it adds narcotics to the warning list, soon I might have the whole set.