A King's Harem

by Third Wheel

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Thorax, Flash Sentry, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Romance, Porn, Fetish, King Sombra, Non-consensual, Shining Armor, Sunburst, Violence
Length: 9010

With his slaves now fully under his control, Sombra had nothing left to do but enjoy himself thoroughly. And enjoy himself he did. Yet in the process, his possessiveness towards them became something else, new, and different.

With the Empire fully conquered and his personal slaves fully under his control, Sombra had nothing much left to do besides enjoying himself and them thoroughly. And that he did, carving them into his perfect fucktoy slaves and using them for his pleasure at all time. Yet in the process of further changing them, he found his thoughts moving in strange directions, and his body acting in strange ways. Not unpleasant, but foreign. But was it something to worry about, or something to embrace? He was King, after all, and he deserved pleasure.

Contains: Mind control, hypnosis, orgasm denial, maledom, malesub, chastity cages, premature ejaculation, oral sex, anal sex, muscle worship, breathplay, choking, rough sex, crossdressing, questionable cooking practices, ego trips, buttplugs, branding, cutie mark removal, feminisation, excessive amounts of cum, sweat, very fucked up relationship dynamics, objectification, nipple teasing, kissing, biting, casual nudity, mindless hedonism, self gaslighting, spanking, hotdogging, cock worship, painful magical procedures, sadism, gay sex, masochism, narcissism, multiple orgasms, begging, hugs, possible brain damage

A commission for Deergenerate, who also commissioned Chapaevv for the cover art (which I had to further edit slightly to be allowed on the site; a NSFW variant can be found on Derpibooru at image number 2459907, and a more explicit redraw of the same concept at image number 3211226).

Published 2024-02-13 17:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-02-17 21:00:17 UTC

Carving

"In my heart there is only my King. My mind is focused only on serving him, and obeying his will," Thorax droned on, eyes glazed over, staring at nothing. Drool leaked from the corners of his lips just as precum dripped from his erect shaft, pooling onto his chest.

Smiling to himself, his horn alight with magic, Sombra thrust once more into the changeling's ass. The pleasure the hypnotised creature felt as a result was far greater than what any normal orgasm could have ever been like, and yet he didn't cum. He wasn't allowed to, after all. "Your body is my plaything," Sombra growled. "A toy for my pleasure."

"My body is a toy for my King's pleasure," Thorax repeated, a drunken giddiness to his words. "My body and my mind are my King's playthings. My body and my mind are for my King to reshape as he desires." He had a wide, serene smile on his face as he said that, his consciousness so completely submerged in magically amplified pleasure he was willingly drowning in it.

Sombra had to actually halt his rhythm and bite his lip not to cum at that. Not that it would have been a problem, he could keep going, but he wanted to save his orgasm for the moment the changeling's mental rewiring was complete. Thorax was the last one of his slaves to need any further conditioning, after he'd gone through Flash and Sunburst too already. He'd saved the changeling for last, and was acting just a bit more carefully given the changeling's slightly alien mind and biology. There were only a few finishing touches left. "Would you do anything for your King?" Sombra asked. "Would you obey his commands without question?"

"I exist to obey my King," Thorax said, evenly and without hesitation. "I would do anything he asks of me."

Sombra smiled and sped up his thrusting. "Would you kill those you love for your King?" He probed at Thorax's mind with his magic, ready to shape away any unwanted thoughts and inject more of his commands.

"I love no one but my King," Thorax replied. "I will kill anyone he commands me to."

Sombra moaned and threw back his head. Just a little more. "Your King is a god," he growled out, "and you are his plaything. A toy, unthinking, without will. The whole world is your King's playground and he can do whatever he wants; decide over everything and everyone. You are your King's personal toy, the highest honour a worthless creature like you or everyone else could ever aspire to, and it is your pleasure to be used by him however he wishes." He was breathing fast, close to climax as he stroked his own ego just as Thorax's tight insides stroked his shaft. "Your King's will is divine and all must bend to it!"

Thorax, despite the way his body shook and his cock throbbed like it was about to burst, still spoke like a colt reciting a poem to a teacher. "My King is the sole divine ruler of all that is, and it is right for everyone and everything to be as he wills it. To be as he wishes is joy, to be chosen by him is bliss, and to be against him is an unthinkable sin. I am nothing but what my King chooses to make of me, and that is the greatest pleasure of all."

"Yes!" Sombra hissed as he failed to hold himself back any longer. He hilted his fat cock deep within Thorax's ass and let loose a torrent of pent up seed as his balls tightened up against his crotch. "Mine," he muttered hoarsely as his magic spread through Thorax's mind to further refine and solidify his control. He kept cumming and speaking in harsh whispers to himself, lost to exploring the changeling's twisted psyche. "I'm your god, I own you, I'm all that matters, hnng!" His cock throbbed almost painfully as yet more cum shot out of it, so much having flowed out already that it was leaking out of Thorax's hole, staining their thighs and the bed sheets both.

As he came down from his high a moment later, Sombra looked at Thorax, still lying beneath him. The changeling's eyes were still glazed over, and his cock was still hard and leaking. The sight made Sombra's own shaft throb and a bit more cum leaked from his tip deep inside Thorax. Sombra, sweating and breathing heavily, pulled out and got up with his knees onto the bed. He reached and stroked Thorax's cheek, possessively as one would with a toy, and wondered to himself about letting the changeling cum yet after all.

He had been a good toy, but did a toy even need to be rewarded? Did a toy even deserve anything? "Do you deserve anything?" Sombra whispered in Thorax's ear, as he still stroked his cheek.

"Nothing is deserved to anyone but my King, to whom all is deserved. Everything else should be in accordance to his will."

Sombra's cock twitched at that. He leaned forward and kissed hungrily at Thorax's lips, then at his ears and horn and neck. He pressed himself to the bound changeling, grinding their chests and abs together, his nipples stiff against the smooth chitin of Thorax's exoskeleton. His cock and balls, slick and sweaty, touched and rubbed against Thorax's.

Yeah. Why not? With a snap of his fingers, Sombra undid both the physical bonds holding Thorax in place and the mental ones keeping him from cumming. Thorax's cock twitched and shot ropes of strangely coloured cum over their abs as Sombra still ground their bodies together, taking in the taste and smell of his slave and kissing and nipping at him all over. He went on as Thorax slowly came to from his mental daze, and the two embraced passionately, the changeling utterly, mindlessly, worshipfully devoted to obeying his King's every whim and pleasuring Sombra above all else.

Branding

Sombra sat on his throne, reclining back with his cape as comfort against the cold hard crystal, and otherwise naked. Sat around the throne were his four personal slaves, intent on kissing his legs and hooves and balls. They had about them that timorous, intoxicated aura that came from how he'd made them see him as a god. They would look at him in adoration, occasionally quiver, always breathe heavily, and sometimes moan just from a look or touch of his. It would have been enough to keep his erection strong even without their continued attention to it.

He was relaxing, as he usually did ever since he'd reclaimed the Empire. Mental control over his citizens meant things smoothly ran themselves, and he could focus on what was important, that of course being he himself and his own pleasure. At that moment, though, he was also waiting on something. He'd had an idea, and being that he was busy with the far more important task of ensuring his slaves kept servicing him, he'd let some other unimportant unicorns figure out the details. He'd heard from them that they'd succeeded, and soon he'd get to enjoy the fruits of their work.

He did not have to wait long. As he was amusing himself by probing Flash's asshole with his magic, making the pegasus squirm and whimper and cum in his cage, a soft knock came to the door. Without looking up, Sombra teleported what had been left beyond it to his own lap, as he'd instructed the unicorns to leave their work there and not bother him. He wasn't going to allow some lowly ponies to see him when it wasn't needed, and he certainly wouldn't let them interrupt his time with his best slaves.

On his lap sat a leaflet detailing a few magical instructions, and a peculiarly shaped crystal glowing lightly. It wasn't cut to any immediately recognisable shape, but there was still some regularity to it. Sombra quickly scanned the instructions and then incinerated the paper. No point risking anyone else but him knowing the spell, even if he'd specifically asked for it to not be reversible. He'd wipe knowledge of it away from the unicorns' minds later, too. Holding the strange crystal in his hand he stood, tall on his broad muscled legs, and carelessly pushed the four kneeling before him aside as he strode forward. Then he turned, scoffed, and materialised chains around their necks which he yanked roughly to drag them toward him.

Shining, Thorax, Sunburst, and Flash only moaned at the rough treatment, which did cause Sombra's cock to throb and leak slightly. Being hurt by their King was just another way to receive his will after all, and that was good above all else. He watched them, for a moment just enjoying the sight of them looking to him in utter, mad adoration, as he'd forced them to by warping their minds over and over, and then he spoke. "Line up, face down, legs straight, tails out of the way." His voice was deep, commanding, coloured by lust and malice.

All four stallions obeyed without a hint of hesitation. They placed themselves with their faces against the ground and their asses sticking out for him, one beside the other, fully exposed and waiting to receive whatever it was he wished to do. Placed like that he could clearly see the buttplugs each one of them bore inside his hole, and the tight metal cages around their cocks keeping them constrained even as the sheer arousal of just being close to him would have had them hard and throbbing and leaking.

He moved to Shining first. The once muscled stallion had slimmed a fair bit ever since taking his proper place as Sombra's fucktoy, now looking much weaker and perhaps more girlish but still with hints of his old physique. Sombra gave a heavy, hard slap to the unicorn's firm ass, eliciting a yelp from Shining that was probably closer to a guttural moan. Then he spread Shining's asscheeks apart as the flesh beneath his hold reddened from the blow, and ran his thumb over the onyx coloured buttplug nestled there. Unable to help himself, he ground his fat cock betwixt Shining's buttocks, pushing them together with his hands, but forced himself to stop after a few strokes, before getting too carried away. He had something else to do.

Breathing deeply to steady himself, lest he forget his plans and start fucking Shining's ass right there, he moved the strange crystal to the side of Shining's leg, over the blue and purple shield that was his cutie mark, and sent out a pulse of magic from his curved red horn to the oddly cut gem.

Shining immediately shrieked in pain as the spell began to take effect. Crackling red sparks of energy arched from the trinket held in Sombra's hand and struck at Shining's thigh, singing his coat and burning in his nerves. Yet still the unicorn held his position, aware of what was expected of him. Knowing he had to obey his King above all else. The smell of ozone filled the air as the magic channeled through the crystal clashed with and overrode the natural one within Shining. The red light filled the throne room, casting long and twisted shadows all over the walls and floor. A sickly sound like metal being forced to bend filled the air as the spell's effects slowly became visible.

Shining's cutie mark was warped, bent, smudged like paint getting washed off his flank. It twisted and crumbled in on itself, blackening like it was being burnt away. Shining howled in pain as he felt a deep, old part of himself being ripped and reshaped. A scorch mark was all that remained on his white coat after just a few moments, but the spell was not finished yet. Starting from that black, unnatural spot, the miniature lightning bolts began to trace patterns over Shining's coat, and like needles dipped in ink they seared new colours and lines into the stallion's thigh.

A new cutie mark, one fit for a slave such as Shining had become. One to truly display his new role as Sombra's plaything and nothing else. One that no magic could ever remove, a permanent mark on his body that would remain even in the absurd, impossible scenario of him somehow ever being freed from his King's control. Sombra couldn't help himself, and as he watched the change take place and listened to Shining's screams slowly turning to moans he began to stroke himself, dripping pre over Shining's back.

A black heart, wreathed in purple flames, wrapped by thorny red vines that resembled chains, with an acid green keyhole in the middle. That was the new mark burnt on Shining's flank, a final, undeniable symbol of the stallion's identity as Sombra's property in mind and body. The red light faded, and Shining's moans and screams ebbed. He was left panting, muttering wordless sounds, and violently shaking from the experience. Beneath his face was a puddle of his spit, and between his hooves one of his precum.

Sombra admired the spell's work with a pleased, satisfied expression, openly jerking off to the sight of it and Shining's state. Without waiting further, he stepped to the side, and slapped Flash's ass hard with the crystal held in his palm. He activated the spell immediately and held the gem there, as the scene repeated itself. He masturbated to the sounds of Flash's cries, to the sight of the last trace of his old self being stripped and replaced with a brand identical to what he'd given Shining. A brand, yes. He was branding them, like cattle, and removing what made them ponies. They were beneath him. They were his.

The light didn't even have time to fade before he used the spell on Sunburst too, as soon as it had finished doing its work on Flash. Before the magic had even begun to draw the brand on Sunburst after removing his cutie mark, Sombra came over the unicorn's fat ass. Flash, who'd always been more lithe compared to Shining, had become downright thin under Sombra's care and lack thereof, and he'd failed to keep himself up under all the strain of what was happening. The sight of him falling had been enough to push Sombra over the edge, and the sounds of Sunburst's throaty moans carried him all through his orgasm. He finished cumming a bit after the spell had finished inscribing his dominion over Sunburst's coat, while the unicorn he'd coated in his seed panted and shivered but kept himself up thanks to all the magic he'd been fed.

Sombra breathed heavily, still stroking himself as he let the waves of pleasure roll over him. No need to rush, after all. He still had all the time in the world. He stepped back on very slightly wobbling hooves, then sighed contently as he focused his attention on Thorax, still sticking his ass out for him.

The changeling had no cutie mark to strip him of, of course. He'd always been just a drone, if one Sombra was particularly fond of using. Still, branding would fit him too, and he'd had his unicorns account for him too when working their magic.

Sombra brought the crystal to Thorax's thigh. Red light flashed and electricity shot out of the gem, carving Sombra's brand onto Thorax's chitin. The weak little drone screamed and trembled, and before the spell was even finished his knees gave out and he landed on the floor. Sombra chuckled and stroked himself faster at the sight, as the magic finished inscribing the flaming, locked heart on Thorax's exoskeleton.

Both satisfied and excited still at the sight, he moved back to Sunburst, still standing as instructed, and circled him, making sure to heavily step over Flash in the process. After a moment of consideration, he brought the oddly shaped crystal to his crown and let the centre of his headpiece shift slightly to embed the jewel into it. Once that was done and he was once again standing behind Sunburst's round, thick ass, he roughly grabbed the unicorn's hips, pleased at the way the new marks on him still gave off warmth, and shoved his cock forward.

The buttplug inside Sunburst's ass dissolved into shadows around Sombra's cock as he entered Sunburst, acting as lube as he dove in deep into his slave's behind. Out of his four slaves, the studious unicorn had definitely turned out the more plush, but Sombra quite enjoyed getting to knead and pound his behind.

Sunburst moaned loudly at being penetrated and stretched anew, his body still sore from the branding, and he only didn't come because he never could without his King's permission. Sombra quickly got into a rhythm as he went about fucking his ass, and he looked on to his other slaves as well.

He grabbed a fistful of Sunburst's mane and pulled his face off the ground. With a flick of his curved red horn, he sent Shining to the floor, then dragged him belly up so his face was beneath Sunburst's caged, leaking cock. Another flick and Shining's cage came undone, and his cock sprung up to full mast immediately. Sombra lowered Sunburst's head onto Shining's dick and forcefully had the unicorn he was fucking orally pleasure the other.

He could feel himself getting closer to another orgasm already. He'd noticed himself cumming more frequently lately, but he didn't mind. He was never spent no matter how much he came, there was nothing wrong with making the most out of his sessions with his slaves. Speaking of which, he forced Flash and Thorax at Sunburst's sides, face down and ass up once more.

He looked at their caged cocks, their plugged holes, and their freshly branded bodies. Marking them as his, his property above all else, forever. Sombra threw his head back, and grunting throatily he came again.

Taming

Sombra leaned back on the large, plush bed he'd conjured in the middle of his throne room. Around him his four slaves tended to him, stroking his muscles and his cock, kissing him and licking him and looking at him in rapturous worship. He would occasionally reach out, to slap them or choke them or drag them around, all of which would elicit moans of gratitude from them. He would also, with increasing frequency, grip their asses and thighs and stroke their new brands with an air of possessiveness about his actions.

He liked seeing them marked like that. Oh how he liked it. There was something primal and deeply pleasing about seeing them stripped of the strongest display of a pony's individual being, and seeing it replaced with a brand of his ownership. They weren't merely slaves. They were property. His property. His prized possession.

Without warning he sat up and dragged Flash against his chest, pushing the pegasus deep into a warm and sloppy kiss where he explored the stallion's throat with his tongue. Then Sombra pushed Flash roughly off himself and dragged Sunburst in for a kiss, and then Shining and Thorax and Flash again, then two at a time, then all four, cradling them to himself and licking their faces as he panted and his cock stood stiff and leaking. Then he shoved them aside and leaned back, breathing deeply as he tried to cool off.

His slaves went back to nuzzling his body, softly stroking his limbs and chest and abs and planting little kisses here and there. He looked at them, and his cock throbbed. "Mine," he hissed, more to himself than to them. Then he swallowed, looking around the otherwise empty room. With a finger he beckoned Flash to come closer to his face. The lithe pegasus moved on his knees at his King's call, the difference between his slim figure and Sombra's bulky, musclebound frame truly striking.

Sombra took Flash's chin within his fingers, knuckles pressed against Flash's neck. He looked for a moment at Flash's stiff nipples, then focused back on his adoring expression. "Do you love your King?" he asked.

"Above all else," Flash answered. There was no hesitation in his voice, but there was a quiver to it, cracked and shaking from all the pleasure Flash felt at just being talked to and touched by Sombra.

"Would you do anything for your King?"

"Anything and everything." As Flash answered, Sombra's magic directed his other slaves to please his body. Shining went to jerking his cock with both hands, Sunburst to licking and cradling his fat balls, and Thorax to suckling on one of his nipples while twisting the other with his fingers.

Happy with the pleasure he was receiving, and even more so with the words spilling out of Flash's mouth, Sombra continued. "Is your King good?"

"My King is what defines goodness. Good stems from him, in accordance to his will and desires."

Sombra gave a quiet grunt and a flex of his hips. "Yes," he whispered. "Is your King beautiful?"

"My King is the most beautiful pony to ever live." Flash brought a hesitant hand to Sombra's chest and held it there, feeling the bulk and heat of Sombra's muscles beneath his touch.

Sombra moaned, a little louder than before. "Tell me what of me is beautiful. Tell me all that is magnificent of me!"

"My King's body is godly," Flash began with dreamy tones and an equally dreamy expression. "Strong, muscled, ageless, always in his prime, invincible. Greater than any stallion who ever lived. His hands could choke the life out of a dragon's neck, his back carry towers, his legs crack mountains with a kick. He is power incarnate, unstoppable, divine. My King has the best cock in the world. The thickest, longest, largest, heaviest shaft. His balls too are just as magnificent, heavy and full and gargantuan and always brimming with his perfect, glorious seed. He cums so much, and never tires, and his cum is the most delectable nectar. Drinking it and receiving it gives pleasure beyond compare. My King's musk is intoxicating, the taste of his body arousing, the touch of his hands electrifying on my skin. My King's magic is unrivaled, infinitely powerful. He can bend reality to his will, carve the world around him and shape the minds of those he wishes to. My King is divine, godly, the sole perfect ruler of everything that is. His every action is joy to me, his every word sparks pleasure in my being. He gives me purpose, and he is everything's purpose. I love my King. I worship my King. I will do everything for my King. I-"

"Ah!" Sombra choked Flash into silence with his hand as he came, spurting thick ropes of his seed over his crotch and over Sunburst and Shining's manes. The two unicorns did not stop servicing him until he'd finished spurting, and then seamlessly moved on to cleaning the cum off his body with their mouths, only getting to what had landed on them once they'd licked him clean.

Sombra let go of Flash's neck as his climax ended and his mind returned to him from that brilliant whiteness it had reached. Flash had almost passed out from lack of breathing, but he was smiling blissfully, and he stayed upright as Sombra let go of him. He spoke no longer, as he knew his King didn't wish to hear more at that moment. Sombra looked at him for a bit, still panting and feeling his heart beat fast, then finally shoved him aside on the bed with a hand while shaking his head.

Sunburst and Shining had fully cleaned his body of cum and were sucking each other's manes, so he let them at it and took hold of Thorax instead. Without much fanfare he grabbed the lightweight changeling with a hand and easily slid him onto his cock, beginning to use his ass and body like a toy to jerk himself off. He pushed himself up on his knees as he did so, overlooking the three remaining ponies on the bed as they moaned and rubbed their bodies against each other. Flash had crawled his way to Shining and Sunburst and was alternatively sharing deep sloppy kisses with them and helping with cleaning Sombra's cum off of them. All three stallions were positively addicted to the stuff, but at that point they got so much pleasure by just being near Sombra that the extra hits from eating his cum were just pleasant peaks to indulge in and not as maddening as they would have been had their minds not been constantly flooded with ecstasy.

Thorax, too, looked longingly at those few traces of Sombra's cum still left on Shining and Sunburst, and Sombra chose to angle his hips and the changeling's body so that he could lap at it as well. Thorax gave a moan-like buzz from somewhere in his throat at that, and his ass tightened pleasantly around Sombra's massive cock. Sombra bit his lips and faltered in his motions, barely avoiding a second orgasm he hadn't realised he was already close to. As he slowly stroked himself with Thorax's insides, he pondered what to do.

There was nothing wrong with cumming. He quite liked it, in fact. But cumming inside Thorax would be a reward for him, one the changeling didn't deserve when the others... One the changeling had done nothing himself to earn. And they had all already drunk of his seed without really doing anything to earn it, save for Flash, who had had less than Shining and Sunburst. They should have been begging for it. He wanted to hear them beg.

He tossed Thorax off his cock onto the tangle of stallions before him, and began to stroke himself before them. "Beg," he commanded.

The four obediently knelt low before his throbbing erection, eyes glued to his hand as it travelled up and down his length. Their voices spilled out eager and almost desperate, one over the other. Sombra didn't care who of them was talking, they were all the same and he far more cared for the words themselves. "Please, our King, bless us, your seed, we need it, please, cum for us, we worship you, we will do anything, so magnificent, your cum, our King, please, so perfect, so strong, we need it, we worship you, our King, your seed, we love you, we-"

Sombra, having worked himself into a blind frenzy as their pleads filled his ears, erupted over all of them. He came again and again, harder than he had just minutes at most before. He came as already they were tangled with each other, licking his cum, moaning and writhing in ecstasy as he marked them with his seed. He came as their worshipful voices sang in his ears. Finally he stopped, and watched them still busy cleaning each other. "Mine... Good pets," he whispered.

Playing

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.

Cuddling

Boiling oil sizzled and jumped from the hot metal resting over the strange blue fire that danced on the crystal stove, landing harmlessly on Sombra's naked muscles and cooling off before running down his chest. At his side, Shining eyed the droplets more gluttonously than he did the food Sombra was cooking, but did not dare move to lick his King clean without permission.

Sombra moved the cast iron pan over the fire with one hand, and held a long two pronged fork in the other which he used to move the food around to ensure it didn't stick. He actually enjoyed getting a little oil to land on his body, and deliberately put in more than necessary. For one, he knew his slaves would lick him clean afterwards. For two, he knew they weren't allowed to do so before he gave them permission, and watching them squirm in anticipation like Shining was doing was rather pleasant in and of itself. For three, he was still perfectly aware that if that same oil had landed on anyone else they would have been hurt by it, possibly burned, and he enjoyed knowing it did nothing to him.

He had enough practice with cooking at that point to know he wasn't going to burn the vegetables he was pan frying if he held them there a little longer, so instead he focused on Shining. The unicorn was wearing a slimmed down, less fancy and complicated version of the black wedding dress, almost closer to one of those gauzy Saddle Arabian outfits he'd had him and the rest wear soon after he'd first taken them in. He wondered why he'd stopped dressing them up for a while, he'd forgotten how good it made them look.

And Shining did look damn good. Sombra leaned towards him suddenly and caught his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Then he drew back, turned off the fire, and set the vegetables down on a plate with the rest of the food he'd prepared. Then before the oil had time to cool much he tilted the pan and poured it over his chest, hearing it sizzle against his body and watching delighted as Shining practically drooled over the sight.

Sombra smirked to himself as he took the plate in one hand and gave Shining's ass a playful slap with the other while walking towards the table not too far from the stove. Once they were there, where the other three were already waiting for them in less elaborate versions of the outfits he'd given them, he set the plate down and watched as their eyes lingered far more intently on his oiled chest and abs instead. His smirk turned to a grin, he quickly cast a spell to keep the plate heated, and then he gave a nod towards the food and spoke. "Dig in."

It was unclear whether his slaves knew what he actually meant and chose to ignore it, or if they actually were so caught up in the sight of him they assumed he wasn't talking about the food. Maybe it didn't matter, as even though he'd clearly pointed to the table he knew exactly what the four of them would do at his words. It was what he wished for, in fact.

In a moment Thorax, Shining, Flash, and Sunburst were before him, having pushed aside their chairs and crumpled the tablecloth and almost toppled the table, almost pulling at each other's torsos as they planted their faces onto his broad chest and muscled abs and lapped every drop of oil or sweat they could find. Lustful, frenzied, like starving dogs getting thrown a bone, flicking their tongues all over his body. Higher up, flicking his hardening nipples, and then lower, lower where his sweat and oil had dripped down to, down his abs, down to his crotch, his thighs, and there.

Sombra moaned unabashedly. It did not take long for the four of them to lick him clean, and to move on to sucking on his cock, slobbering over its length and his balls. Sombra let them at it, licking, kissing, suckling, tongues running and lips wrapping and hot breaths tingling all over him. One of them took the tip in his mouth and flicked his tongue underneath it and Sombra whinnied and came, reaching out blindly to take his slave's mane in his hands and pushing forward into his throat to not waste even a drop, to not get any of them or their clothes dirty with his cum. He calmed a moment later, panting, and let Shining's head slide back.

Shining looked up at him with dreamy eyes. The others looked at the cock sliding out of Shining's throat and mouth with longing. Sombra's breathing slowed just a little, became just a little less heavy. It wasn't really fair to leave them wanting. He gently took hold of Flash's head and guided the pegasus's lips to his flared cock, then dove deep into him in a smooth, practiced motion. He let himself go, and after just a couple thrusts whinnied again as he came deep in Flash's throat.

His heart was beating fast and hard in his chest as he pulled back, and he hunched over slightly as he reached for Sunburst's horn, having some trouble seeing clearly as the second orgasm made his eyes grow foggy. Thankfully Sunburst did his part in taking Sombra's cock in his mouth, and just as soon as he'd hilted into his throat Sombra came once more. It took him a bit longer to come back into focus after that, and when he did he was still deep within Sunburst's throat, but he immediately if slowly pulled back and went for Thorax's open and waiting mouth next.

He did not make it to the changeling's throat. As soon as Thorax's lips wrapped around the tip of his dick, Sombra's mind went white and he came again. His knees buckled and he was only stood thanks to Shining and Flash moving to his sides to hold him up, and his cum didn't spill to the floor only because Thorax shifted the shape of his mouth to become a tightly sealed entrance he used to suck the whole of Sombra's ejaculation with.

After a few moments, when he was done cumming, Sombra was helped by the four of them to walk to his chair, which he sat down heavily at. His cock was still hard and throbbing, his back was matted with cold sweat, and he had a dazed but very pleased expression. He sat there for a minute or two, breathing slowly while his slaves kissed him and licked him on his nipples and neck and arms. Finally he gave a heavy sigh, shook his head, and straightened himself to sit properly. He pulled his chair in to the table, took up the cutlery set there, and began to serve himself from the heated plate while motioning for the others to do the same.

No one commented on Sombra cumming four times in less than a minute and on how much doing so had left him scrambled. He enjoyed it, and his slaves were much too mentally far gone themselves to ever even perceive anything as wrong or off or anything less than perfect. Their King could cum however much he pleased, and they did so love his cum. It tasted so delightful. His cooking wasn't half bad either, though, and they all took of the vegetables he'd prepared for them and ate in pleasant silence for a few minutes.

Once the meal was finished, and greatly enjoyed both by Sombra, who knew for a fact he was the most perfect pony in existence and therefore an excellent cook too, and by his brainwashed slaves, who had it drilled into their brains that he was perfect and godly and beyond anything a pony could be and therefore obviously a great cook as well, Sombra stood and clapped his hands. The table, chairs, plates, cutlery, tablecloth, and stove disappeared into mounds of shadowy smoke. A massive, tall, ornate, and extremely soft bed rose up behind him, and he let himself flop down onto it.

His four slaves joined him after just a moment. There was ample space on top of the bed, but they still clustered themselves around him, wishing to be close to him and touch him and breathe the same air. He wanted that too. Oh how he wanted it. How he liked having them close, feeling them on him, their touches, their presence, their warmth, their bodies. He did not reach out with his hands, but he did shift his body this way and that, trying to grind himself on them and touch as much of them as he could.

Some time passed like that, just the five of them lying together in comfort after sharing a meal. Sombra's cock was still hard all throughout, and theirs would have been too if they hadn't all been caged, but that was just the way things were. Occasionally Sombra would look around and spot the brands he'd replaced their cutie marks with and moan to himself, occasionally a couple of his slaves would move around enough to share a kiss, but nothing much of note really happened for a while.

Eventually, he sat himself up. Immediately all four of his slaves were around him, some on their bellies before him looking up at him, some kneeling beside him with hands on his shoulders. He felt pleased at how eager they were, how attentive to him, how their lives wholly revolved around him. He felt pleased also at how pretty they looked, how beautiful they were, how much he owned them. His precious treasures.

He looked them over one at a time. Shining, with his see through black wedding dress, his long blue mane, his pristine white coat, his squared jaw and wide tall frame and long, strong legs. Sombra leaned in and kissed him deeply again, one hand on Shining's chest to feel his heartbeat. When he was done he pulled back and stared longingly into those hollowed blue eyes filled with warped adoration. Sombra kissed him again below the base of his horn, then moved on.

He took in Flash, still wearing his mockery of a maid outfit, his nipples still clamped. The lean, slim pegasus felt so flimsy in is arms, like he could snap it at any moment. He could. His cock throbbed powerfully at knowing how he could crush Flash's body just as he had his mind. But he looked so pretty, and his ass was so tight. Sombra played with Flash's feathers along his wings as he kissed him.

Sunburst next. His shaven, roundish, feminine features. Sombra dug his fingers around his fat ass and as he kissed the unicorn he let another spark of magic travel between their horns, feeling Sunburst's body shake in his grip like he was having a seizure. Then Thorax too, his biology warped to the point of deriving physical pleasure from his King's mere sight and smell and taste. His very own changeling, taken away from the hive, a mark of his supremacy over everything. Sombra rubbed his cock against Thorax's smooth abdomen while he kissed him deep and possessively and lovingly.

Sombra lay back on the massive back, surrounded by his slaves, almost buried by them. "Mine," he was muttering softly to himself, while his cock twitched and spasmed and leaked and his breath hitched and his vision swam. "My treasures..." He grabbed at them, pulled them closer to himself, pressed their bodies into his. They moaned, and he moaned with them. His awareness failed him for a moment. Maybe he came. He didn't care. "All mine. Precious, mine, my loves..." His eyes saw clearly for a moment and he looked at them as they looked at him in complete, mind wiped devotion. "You are the best things to have ever happened to me."