A King's Harem

Sombra sat on his throne, and thoughts sat in his mind. Swirling, strange, bothersome thoughts. He did not like being bothered. He should not have been bothered. He should have been pleased, as he deserved to be, and as he was being at that moment. He should have been focusing on the four stallions all suckling the length of his hard cock, two on each side, empty eyes aglow with green magic as he held them enthralled. And yet he could not, and looking at them only made him more troubled with himself.

He tried to reason, with himself mainly. He did not have anyone to convince or anyone who would judge him, and no one could judge him after all, he was beyond judgement from anyone. But still he was bothered, and so he tried to reason those bothering thoughts away as he basked in the pleasant sensation of his four toys suckling his cock.

They were his property. His branded property, carved by his magic to be exactly as he wanted them. His cock throbbed. It was normal for him to wish to preserve his property, and especially when it came to them. He had put a great deal of work in them. They were not mere holes he could replace by plucking new ponies off the streets and slamming his cock into them. Each of them he had carefully cultivated into the best slave he could be, the kind of servant he would most enjoy. It made sense to wish to preserve them.

They were made for rough treatment. They enjoyed it, and he enjoyed inflicting it too. But he did not wish the break them. Breaking them would have been a waste of all the efforts he'd put into making them as they were, and a loss of something irreplaceable. Irreplaceable.

Yes. They were irreplaceable. They weren't like the common brainwashed slaves he filled his Empire with. The work put into them was outstanding, from his mental spell to the branding to how their bodies had changed under his care. And the starting material, too, that had been unlike those common folks out there. Yes. He'd picked the best of the best to be his personal slaves. Others wouldn't have turned out as good, the ones he'd chosen were simply much better.

Shining, for example. The strongest unicorn, besides him of course, both physically and magically, and whose seed had birthed an alicorn. He was nothing compared to Sombra, but among the pathetic insects ponies were compared to his King he stood out as greater than all the others. And Sombra's magic and care had made him more. Sombra had made him worth something, if as a slave. So it was right of Sombra to care for him. He had been a fine gem among the pebbles of ponykind, and Sombra had cut him into a wonderful jewel. A treasure of his own making and of his sole complete ownership.

Same went for the others, really, yes. Sunburst had been smart and knowledgeable and wise beyond his years, and had he not been denied power by nature he would have risen as one of history's greatest wizards in time, perhaps the greatest of them all. Sombra had rectified fate's mistake, and made Sunburst as great as he should have been. A great, wise, powerful wizard, a fitting addition to his private harem of slaves. It was as if Starswirl himself was his, and none would have objected to that being a worthy conquest. They just didn't see the potential inside Sunburst, the shining geode of power and beauty within his shell that Sombra had helped crack open and expose to the world, and taken for himself.

Flash? The finest guard in the Empire, and Equestria too. Strong, agile, intelligent, always good at following orders. And, besides, the way Sombra had twisted him? Perverted not just his mind but his body too, crafted him into an amazing slave for his enjoyment? The once toned pegasus had become a weak, effeminate slut. There was value in the transformation he'd undergone, value that was only there because of what he'd been like before it. Flash was special, and it made sense for Sombra to value him.

Thorax's worth was obvious. A rogue changeling was a rarity, practically unheard of. Having him in his possession was an achievement worth celebrating, and on top of it the way Sombra had twisted his mind more than even Chrysalis had managed to was living proof of his absolute power. That was worth safekeeping, worth preserving.

They were all special. Property, yes, but worthwhile property. Worth more than the ponies out there, in fact. Those mattered little, their lives meaningless compared to Sombra, but his four slaves were precious. They were treasures, worth as much as fine jewelry and magnificent paintings and perhaps even more in their uniqueness and complexity. They were his. His prized possessions. It made sense, yes. It made sense to recognise the worth they held and it made sense to treat them with a modicum of consideration as to not ruin them and diminish that worth. He wouldn't willingly break a sculpture, certainly not one made to praise his magnificence, so it was only right that he would treat his slaves well and care for their conditions.

Sombra snapped his fingers, still reassuring himself that the strange thoughts he felt made sense and wishing to distract himself. The four kneeling before him came to their senses, the green light fading from their eyes, but they did not remove their mouths from his shaft. They did however begin to slightly move their heads back and forth, dragging their tongues and lips along his length, and they did start moaning softly as they tasted him.

He looked over them. They were beautiful, in the way gems and crystals are of course. They were made of fine materials and he had cut them into wonderful jewels. It was only proper that he feel pride, and warmth, and joy looking at them. They were his masterpieces, the greatest achievement of his magic. His perfect slaves. Yes. He gave a content sigh as he reached out with a hand to stroke the head closest to him, Sunburst's messy mane soft under his fingers. The unicorn had let it grow longer, while keeping his beard shaven, and though it was still a little unkempt it, together with Sunburst's shapely rear, gave a rather female look to the unicorn when seen from behind.

That gave Sombra an idea. He largely kept his slaves naked, barring their cages and plugs and Sunburst's pendant, as it was simply more convenient to use them with nothing in the way. But they did look pretty, in the way he'd undone their previous selves and made them into things he could enjoy using, and so he figured it made sense to accentuate that beauty in fitting ways.

He snapped his fingers again, and a tall, imposing closet cut out of dark crystal rose from the centre of the floor. He was about to stand, but paused. "Stand up and walk there," he said to his four slaves, instead of dragging them there himself. He did not usually talk to them, but he did like them talking to him, and he figured there was no real reason not to speak his commands more often. He did enjoy watching them obey his words, and there wasn't anyone else who'd listen or judge him anyway. He also rather liked the sight as the four of them stood and walked towards the closet, their behinds perfectly on display for him.

After a moment longer spent watching their asses as his cock quivered, he got up too and stepped up to the front of the closet. With a clap of his hands the door came open, revealing only twisting shadows within, too dark for eyes to penetrate. He looked once more over his slaves in quiet contemplation, humming softly and leering with a predatory expression at their bodies, then he reached a hand forward and grasped something within the shadows.

Slowly he pulled his hand back, and as it reappeared it was holding a skimpy set of strips of cloth and thin chains that barely qualified as clothing, and looked vaguely reminiscent of a maid outfit or a stereotypical waiter's clothes. With his other hand he motioned for Flash to step closer, and with his magic he unclasped the back half of the assembly and slid it onto the pegasus's body. It only took a couple moments to get it on, and when he was done he stepped back to admire how it looked.

There were black straps around Flash's thighs, one on each leg, connected upwards to another circular strap around his waist in what was sort of reminiscent of a garter belt. That strap then connected to one around his chest, beneath his nipples, connected to one above them right below his armpits. Lastly there were those up on his arms, almost to his shoulders, and the one around his neck. From its front came two thin chains that ended in clasps pinched on his nipples.

Satisfied, Sombra conjured up a tall mirror for Flash to look himself over in, and beckoned Sunburst close as he reached into the closet again. He pulled out a set of different items and passed then all to Sunburst, who diligently put then on. Black fishnet stockings that stopped just before the branding that had replaced his cutie mark, with a wide mesh and tight around his shapely legs. A tight fitting black corset of sorts around his belly that had a W shaped top part, exposing both his nipples but reaching to wrap around his neck in the middle, and on the back ended just above the crack of his ass with a round fluffy ball like a bunny's tail. Finally, black wristbands, and a headband with a pair of long black bunny ears on his head, one bent forward and the other straight.

Once Sunburst had donned his bunny boy outfit, for once looking more like an assistant than a magician, Sombra sent him on to look himself over in the mirror with a spank to his fat ass, and called for Thorax to come next.

Out of the closet came dull grey chains and shackles, and Sombra went about putting them on the changeling himself. His wrists, forearms, arms, neck, waist, thighs, wing joints, legs, calves, horn, tail, and even his leg holes all had thick, heavy manacles wrapped around or through them, some large and some small, and all of them were connected to the nearest ones by chains. None of them actually limited his movements beyond the added weight he had to carry, but they did give off the impression of a prisoner of sorts. Sombra watched him walk towards the mirror with longing, and only after a bit shook himself and called for Shining.

As the former prince stepped up to him, Sombra took out the last item, and the closet closed back and crumbled into shadows afterwards. Sombra held out a fancy, frilly wedding dress, entirely black, and let Shining take it in his magic and ease himself into it.

It had a gown that almost touched the ground on the back, and extended a fair bit horizontally, shaped like the curve of an elongated dome. On the front it was flat and vertical, covering Shining's cage like a loincloth. The sides of his legs were left bare, however, fully exposing his thighs and the marks Sombra had put there. His abs were exposed, but the dress continued up along his back, and it wrapped around his chest in fluffy rims of gauze that came diagonally down from his shoulders. He had something akin to shoulder pads too, large and round, only of course made of fabric flaring out like petals of a rounded flower. Fingerless gloves were on his hands, actual flowers of black fabric on the backs. Lastly, a thin veil hung just above his eyes, and he wore a small tiara with tiny red jewels like dew drops on a thin black branch.

Sombra looked Shining deep in the eyes, and after a moment, almost without realising it, stepped closer, moved the veil aside, and kissed him deeply. He held Shining there, a hand behind his head, fingers digging deep in his blue mane. Finally Sombra broke the kiss and kept staring at Shining, breathing deeply. He raised his other hand, as if to strike Shining's cheek, but his motion grew slower and softer and he merely stroked it with his fingers. His first hand moved lower, from Shining's head down to squeeze his ass. Sombra moved forward still, pressing himself against Shining, and kissed him again.

When the kiss broke, a trail of saliva connected their mouths as Sombra drew back. Shining was taking slow, deep, pleasured breaths, quivering slightly all over, and looking at Sombra with glazed eyes and a beatific expression. Sombra looked at him a while longer, feeling a deep quick thumping in his chest. Then he looked over past Shining's shoulder, where his other three slaves stood side by side, admiring them.

Sombra swallowed, looking between Shining and the others. On strangely uncertain hooves he moved towards the three of them, an arm wrapped around Shining's shoulders to have him come along. Once he was close enough he reached out and pulled Flash and Sunburst and Thorax towards himself too. He ground their bodies against his, listening to their breathing, feeling them shake under his touch, hearing their little whimpers as their hearts beat hard enough for him to feel them against his naked, sweating body. He groped them and nibbled them and stroked his cock against their sides, against their bellies, against the spots where he'd branded them and removed their original cutie marks. He pushed them against himself like he was trying to force their frames into his own body, and he let out soft and broken little half moans as his eyes frantically darted back and forth, never able to settle on just one of them.

Some moments later, Sombra was on the floor, his four slaves resting themselves on him. His head was spinning and his vision coming out of a fog. He did not remember falling, and he did not remember cumming either, yet his cock was painfully throbbing as the last drops of the orgasm that had stained his crotch and their outfits ran down its length. He tried to shake his head to clear it, but only found himself drawn further to his slaves as they licked and kissed his chest. His pleasure. His treasures. His.

He moaned softly as he dove in for more sloppy kisses with all of them, utterly uncaring about resting on the cold hard crystal floor, completely losing track of time as he explored every inch of their bodies with his hands.