Spike ran, his claws clicking upon the crystal floor. Sombra had returned, and had subjugated the Empire before anyone even realised something was happening. His friends had gone to help, as expected-what wasn't expected was the loss. They had failed, and would join Sombra's slave army, or worse...but Spike wouldn't allow this. In his claws, he clutched an artifact-made of one of the shattered shards of the king's own horn. It was a vile thing...but it would at least allow him to trap the king...at a cost.
He burst into the throne room, hand clutching the horn piece behind his back. Sombra regarded him with a sneer, his armored foot pressing Cadance into the floor, her husband and all the elements being restrained by a guard each-in Rainbow's case, two. "Let my friends go!" Spike demanded, to the chuckle of the evil king. "Or what? You'll make me a friendship bracelet? Flee back to the Dragon lands-bring word of my magnificence." He demanded, arrogant as ever.
Spike gritted his fangs as he glanced briefly at a confused Twilight, before brandishing the horn shard. "I'll imprison us both..." The girls gasped, as the horn's magic exploded out, shadowy as it's owner. It engulfed both dragon and unicorn, leaving the throne room-apparently-empty.
Spike looked around, surrounded by a void of shadow, empty of any light. He paused, peering-no, in the distance, a light. He walked towards it only stopping once he realised it belonged to the horn of Sombra, who smirked at him. "Really? My own horn? You think this will hold me at all? No..." His eyes glowed with evil magic, closing the distance and leaning in, Spike trying to resist the darkness attempting to take him. "All you have done is assured my win...after all...they won't fight well against you, will they?"
Spike struggled mentally and physically, but the darkness took hold of him and he straightened up, looking to the king-his king now. King Sombra smirked as he knew this, and ordered, "Bow to me, dragon...pledge yourself to me and my cause."
Spike knelt, head down, pledging himself without hesitation. "Good," the king purred, "You will make a fine general-no pony army will wish to harm you."
He was right. They returned from the shadowy place, enslaving the empires rulers and the elements with ease. None of them could fight him well, despite his betrayal. From there, they turned their eyes on the Empire proper and it too fell to the dark king and his draconian general. King Sombra looked over his Empire, feeling very proud-soon, the army would be ready to march on Equestria in its entirety and he would be the rightful King of it all.
He was soon joined by his General Spike, "You called for me, my King?" He asked, clad in the same armor as the slave army minus the helmet-it was unneeded. His mind was fully King Sombra's, and had proven it time and again in service to him. He'd even weeded out a few resistance cells, choosing to serve loyally rather than join the cowering dogs that feared their rightful King.
"Indeed I did. Your help has been noticed and appreciated, and I wish to offer a gift for your hard work. Now...what would you request from your King?" This Spike mulled this over, before looking up. It didn't take long for him to ponder, and choose. "Twilight. I want Twilight as a concubine." "I see...well that can certainly be done. Fetch her from the dungeon and bring her here-I will ensure she belongs to you." Internally, King Sombra thought this was a marvelous idea-seeing their hero, their princess, sunk to lower than a courtesan and nothing more than a sex toy would aid in spreading misery across the lands and furthering his own goals.
Spike did as told, Twilight apparently under the impression he was there to free her and help them. Rarity watched with the others, hope in her eyes. She thought he was saving them too...how amusing. He'd have to make sure neither of them came back down here, letting their hope rot on its own. He knew King Sombra would ensure her loyalty with his dark magic, and found he didn't care-more than that, he kind of...liked, the idea of Twilight having no say in her servitude in any way. He wondered how Rarity would react to being a slut slave, before shaking his head as he decided to give Twilight his full attention. She deserved it, after all, he thought as he smirked.
He glanced at Twilight, her expression hopeful and excited. He had to admit that betraying her like this made him hard already, as he pulled her along by the upper arm through the dungeons and out of them. He let her see the slaves working in the castle-including Cadance, on her knees, scrubbing a stain out of the floor, her expression morose and helpless. She didn't dare look up at them, but seeing Twilight's legs going past made her face contort in grief and loss. Twilight stared wide eyed, unable to believe that the princess of love was not able to fight back-love conquered all...right?
Twilight looked up at Spike, eyes wide with fear, "...you...you're not helping me at all, are you?" she trembled. He grinned, a toothy, evil smirk. "Well...I'm helping you out of the dungeon, that much is true." he assured her. "I think you'll like your new appointment much more than being a fussy princess, too," he added, easily dragging her thrashing but weakened body along. She sobbed, making his cocks harder, as he relished her helplessness and terror of the unknown. He didn't answer when she found the courage to ask if she was being executed, which only sent her into a further frenzy. But weakened as she was, and as strong as he had become from fighting, it meant nothing and she began to realise she could not fight in any meaningful way. All she did was exhaust herself and amuse them.
Eventually, she allowed herself to be lead, no longer struggling. Wings bound, horn circled with an anti-magic device and her body weakened from hunger-how could she ever fight them? She was led to the throne room, King Sombra occupying the throne that had once been Cadance's. Her stomach rolled-how did that make this seem so much more final? He sneered down on her, nodding to Spike, letting her go. She was pushed to her knees in front of him, glaring back defiantly.
"Hello, Princess...you should consider yourself lucky. Instead of being used as a solider, or a miner...you get a rather cushy job, all things considered. You see, my general has shown himself to be loyal, fierce...a true dragon. As such, I am going to grant him the boon he asked for...a concubine."
He allowed the words to soak in, and she tried to get up to run, but Spike grabbed her by the upper arms and held her still. She struggled, but stilled when she felt his draconian cock pressing up against her still plush ass cheeks. King Sombra approached, armored boots ringing on the crystal floor, each ring sending fear through her heart and mind.
Twilight leaned back, uncaring now about Spike's arousal, but terrified of the King in front of her. He caressed her cheek, smiling almost gently, only his eyes betraying any cruelty. His eyes lit up with dark magic, forcing hers to do the same. "You are General Spike's concubine, his plaything and breeder." With a wave of his hand and glow of his horn, her body began to warp.
Her feathered wings became draconian, the feathers molting away to the floor as new bones sprouted, connected by scaled leather. Fangs sprouted in her mouth, displacing her herbivore teeth, dropping one by one onto the floor. Her nails became claws, sharp and hard, her horse tail fusing and changing to becoming a long, spaded dragon tail that whipped about. From neck to tail tip, her front hardened and overlapped, becoming lighter colored scales.
King Sombra pulled away, pleased. "Now, you are half-dragon...enough to bear a clutch of eggs. Do your duty for your General-a new generation of dragons for my army, a way to break Celestia when she sees how much they look like her faithful student," he added mockingly.
Spike pulled her away, eager to break in his new concubine. King Sombra interrupted him, "General. Do it in the banquet hall-give my loyal soldiers something to watch, and something to break the slaves further." Spike agreed-it sounded much hotter than plowing her in private at any rate. "Come on slut-let's make your breaking in a thing to be remembered!"
He led her by the hand, the former princess now compliant. She still fought the control in her head, but was far to weak to so much as protest. The hall she was taken to was large, a table set with wondrous food in the middle. Slaves tended to it, putting out food they would never even see the scraps of. Spike was pleased to see Cadance had been assigned to the dining hall recently. He wanted to make sure she had a good view of Twilight's holes being plundered and impregnated.
He turned to Twilight as they stood at the head of the table, all of King Sombras most loyal turning to look with curiosity-not all of them were ponies, some were dragons like he was, including the Dragon Lord, Ember. He planned on putting on quite a show for them, but especially her...after all, she'd made an excellent addition to a harem of cock sleeves and egg breeders.
"Strip, slut," Spike ordered the fallen Element. Twilight shook as she tried to resist, her hands clutching at the bottom of her filthy shift. She moved it up, haltingly, unable to stop. She first revealed her underused cunt and virgin ass, her ass firm and taunt. Her stomach was next, flat and currently empty, but Spike had plans to fix that. She lifted further, pausing but unable to resist more, and finally her bouncy tits fell free of her shift, nipples hardening in the chilled air. Finally she shucked it off, standing nude in front of the group who hollered appreciatively at her shapely form.
She blushed through her fur as they cat called her, hands at her sides, exposing her entire form to the room. She noticed Cadance, looking at her with sorrow, clearing wishing to help but unable to. Or unwilling to, Twilight thought, trying to stuff it down-but surely if Cadance tried to interfere, she'd either take Twilight's place or end up alongside her as the dinner entertainment.
Spike moved behind her, having unleashed his twin cocks, the top one rubbing along her labia. She shivered, it felt...good. His cocks had gentle ridges on them, and she tried to resist rubbing her now wettening pussy against them. It was hard to resist, her pussy throbbing with desire. He chuckled, one claw tracing her cutie mark. "We'll need to do something about that...a nice brand over top to show how you belong to and what you are...but for now..." He bent her over the table, her rump in the air.
He rubbed his scaly palms up her thighs, over her cutie mark, fingers digging into her rump. Her tail curled over her back, and she leaned back into him instinctively. He rubbed his cocks against that wet, fertile slit, drenching them in her cunt honey. He made a motion over her cutie mark like he was crossing it out with his claws, "We're gonna get you branded, slut...make sure everyone knows you're an egg breeder!" Trapped in her mind, Twilight had no idea why the mere idea made her cunt juicy and eager, drooling profusely down her thighs.
"First...let's see that slut mouth. I'm gonna fuck every hole you have, starting with that one." he grinned, forcing her to turn around kneel in front of the dicks dripping precum over her muzzle. She opened her mouth, tasting the dripping goodness, pussy clenching as she thought about it impregnating her, swelling her with clutches of eggs to lay. Her mind still resisted, but her body was his play thing. He took advantage of that, pressing his top cock in her mouth.
"You better suck this cock good, or I'm jamming both cocks in that mouth and you can figure it out from there," he smirked, standing still, forcing her to work his cock without help. Her tongue moved against this cock, feeling over the ridges, slowly moving her head forward to allow it to sink deep in her throat, bulging it out more and more as it went further down.
She swallowed against it, bobbing her head, eyes watering from the thick cock jammed down her cum sucker. She face fucked herself, trying to please him, but he simply looked at her blankly. She'd need to work harder to really get him going, so she did-one hand worked his bottom cock in time with her sucking the top one, the other hand gently fondly his ball sack.
She switched even, now sucking sloppily on his bottom cock and working the top with her hand, much easier to wank him when it was slick with her saliva. It seemed she wasn't up to par, as he sighed, batting her hands away, and shoving both cocks in her mouth by gripping them and squeezing the tips together. He couldn't throat fuck her like this, but he could fill her mouth entirely. "Put those hands to work, slut-touch yourself, make it nice and wet for my cocks. I wanna slide right in to your egg hatch!"
She did as ordered, hands rubbing at her labia, parting them, before rubbing at her clit and soaked hole, fingers beginning to work the hole. She moaned around her mouthful of cock, making him growl and roll his hips more firmly. He grasped either side of her head, forcing her head forward as he thrust, slapping his belly against her nose. She mumbled, gagging slightly but loving it, cunt honey matting her thigh fur and hands dripping with it too. She splattered it over the floor and nearby chairs in her eagerness, feeling her own tunnel twist and writhe around her very busy fingers.
He pulled out, grinning, "I'm gonna blast my first load in your egg factory," he informed her as he yanked her up and bending her back over the table, fingers digging in her plush ass cheeks again, cocks sliding between her legs where they belonged. She was ridiculously wet with her own wank honey, dripping onto his cocks, where it dripped onto the floor. It was slick and copious to make excellent lube.
Spike grunted, closing his eyes and rolling his hips to enjoy the honey dripping down her thighs and his cocks. He looked down to admire the sheen it gave his cocks, to admire how fast she was falling to the darkness and lust. He pressed against her, both cock tips held at her pussy. "Just relax and enjoy your master's cocks, slut...I'm gonna make you crazy for my cocks and eggs!"
She whimpered, as he pressed forward, stretching her wide, her labia sliding over each gentle ridge. She felt each pop as they entered her, each one raising her libido and ecstasy. She tried to press her self back in order to take it faster, but Spike held her steady, taking her slowly, relishing each inch he took of her. She whimpered and whined, her hips twitching and pussy beginning to milk him, but he held fast, until he'd slid in slowly to the hilt.
She writhed and wriggled, so full, so desperate to feel those cocks move in her overstuffed, hungry hole. Spike grinned, slowly, ever so slowly, pulling out, her labia flicking wetly over each ridge, before he shoved it in again hard and fast, making her thrash in pleasure, crying out lustily, the others around them cheering lewdly. Spike settled into a strong, consistent rhythm, Twilight giving in entirely, moving her hips back to met him, King Sombra's mental magic now settled firmly in her mind, holding her tight, amplifying her urge to be fucked-no, to be bred by her new master, to be a good little concubine and pleasure him, bearing his clutches.
Spike licked his lips, able to smell how in heat she was-she'd be knocked up as soon as he came in that unused womb, and it would never not be in use again. He ran a hand up her back, where her wings were flexed out in her pleasure, enjoying the feeling of dragon wings and not alicorn ones. He pushed her head into the table, smooshing her face into the food. She just moaned, eager for whatever got her master's rocks off in her cock socket. She rolled her hips, her currently inexperienced cunt trying to milk him as best it could. As she moved back, he thrust forward, each time their hips met eliciting a small squeak out of her.
He thrust over and over, hands roaming her body, secure and smug in the knowledge it was now his to use, to breed. He slid his hands under her to massage at those firm, perky tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers, making her gasp and clamp down on his invading shafts. He made her steady herself on her arms so he could have free access to molest her breasts, digging his fingers in, rolling them in his palm. She happily thrust her chest out so he could, panting excitedly.
"Enjoying yourself, concubine? Not just resigning yourself to being my sex toy, but eagerly anticipating it?" "Yes!" she gasped, all resistance and doubt wiped from her mind with the pleasure pounding her tight ex-princess pussy. "I can't wait to be your little egg factory! I want to lay your eggs, and only yours!" she wailed. He chuckled, cocks throbbing inside her as she spoke. "Well...we'd better knock you up so you can get started as soon as possible!"
He leaned over her, hands on each side of her body, pounding her hard and deep, stretching her wide. "Get ready, Concubine, Here cums my first load-and your first clutch!" he declared, speeding up, cunt honey spraying out around his cocks as Twilight came hard, excited by the prospect of pregnancy. He thrust forward hard, tips popping past her cervix into her womb, and came. He drenched her fertile womb and ovaries, soaking her from end to opening, his load squishing out slightly with every thrust to pack it in further. He pulled out with a pleased sigh, flipping Twilight over and hefting her further up on the table so only her legs hung over, rump at the edge.
She mewled, writhing in the food he'd let her fall in, which gave him an idea. He scanned the condiments, before selecting a bottle of mustard. "Let's make you tastier eh?" He asked, long lizard tongue licking his lips and fangs. She agreed, holding her tits up with her hands, offering them freely to his perversions once more. He turned the bottle up, squeezing out teasing amounts on her mounds. She wriggled, mewling, begging him to be drenched in liquids like a good little cum slut.
He squeezed it in earnest, making spirals that started at her nipples and moved outwards. He did the same to her naval, spelling out 'EGGS' on her cunt flesh. He put the bottle aside for now, long tongue beginning by licking at the words written on the pussy now dripping his egg batter. He moved down briefly to slurp at her pregnant cunt, licking at her plundered cervix with his ridiculously long tongue by pony standards. Twilight moaned, hands grasping at his head, hips rolling enthusiastically. He used his tail to jerk his shafts off together, enjoying the mix of mustard, cum, and pussy.
His tongue was much longer and far more prehensile than pony tongue, rolling all the way to her fertilised cervix. He tasted it happily, taking long deep licks into her tingling pussy. He pulled back enough to lap at her labia and clit, the little pearl hardening under his ministrations. She reached up, tweaking at her own nipples, writhing and moaning the entire time. She'd never had anyone so talented between her legs, not that she'd had all that many in the first place.
He pushed his tongue back inside again, her tunnel clenching down on him as her back arched. "Master, I'm going to cum!" she wailed, and he dived in as far as he could, wanting to taste every inch of her as she came. Her legs wrapped around his head, her thighs tightening, fingers in her own hair. She let out an ecstatic cry as she came, legs trembling, her femme cum dripping down Spike's muzzle as he ate her out. He swallowed mouthfuls of her honey, savoring the flavor.
He lifted his head to lick his muzzle clean, leaning down to lap at her belly, smearing the mustard about her stomach. She moaned, using her hands to smear the sauce about her breasts, tweaking at her own nipples. He leaned over her, cocks throbbing and dripping precum onto her belly. "I am going to fuck you, over and over, every time you've finished laying my clutch's last egg, my cocks will be in you again. You will always be either laying, or fucking. I will never let that womb or pussy be unused ever again, even if i have to use dildos in those now slutty holes!"
He lifted her rump up, "In fact...time to break in that virgin asshole!" She agreed, "Fuck yes! Take my anal virginity, be the first cocks in my rear cock port!" He grinned, pleased at what a slut the ex-princess had become, deciding to suggest that King Sombra find out if her fellow ex-princesses could be 'encouraged' to be as slutty and willing to bear the next generation of soldiers as Twilight was. Celestia's prude pony princess pussy could use a few good gapings, both with cock and birth.
Lubed with his cum, hers, and a bit of mustard, he pressed the tips to her asshole, moving slowly-less for her comfort and more for his enjoyment. His tips popped inside that tight anal ring, and he moaned, head back, feeling like he was entering heaven cock first. She whimpered as her ass burned but her pussy dripping. Somehow even the burn of virgin entry was exciting her. Like her pussy, her asshole flicked over each ridge of draconian cock, mewling as the twin cocks stretched her out wide and deep.
He adjusted her, getting a good angle to plow her deeply, eyeing the stomach bulge made with each to the hilt thrust. It made his cocks throb, coating her anal cavity in precum, making his thrusts easier for her to take and him to speed up. He slapped her tits lightly, "Clench down this cum trap, concubine, learn to milk my cock with it as you do your cunt! Doesn't matter if I can't knock up your ass, you'd better act like I can!" he demanded, she nodding and making her first clumsy attempts at it, whimpering desperately.
He leaned down to suckle on a breast, the tang of mustard still present, cocks throbbing in her asshole. He moved up slightly, leaving a hickey on the top of her breast and liking the look of it so much he did more all over both breasts. He moved further up again, decorating her neck, enjoying how much she tightened on him when he did, cunt sap leaking from her pussy onto his cock plowing her asshole.
He growled, getting ready to blow a good, fat load up her. She writhed under him, feeling his cock beginning to throb. "Master! Please, give me more of your cum! More of your egg batter in my worthless body, good only to hold her eggs until I lay them!" she begged, her words sending him to higher heights of ecstasy. His claws dug into her hips yet again, leaving marks on them. "Here it cums, you cum crazed cunt!" he snarled, both cocks firing off in her ass hole, coating her tunnel in his hot draconian cum, some of it pooling onto the table and crushed food under them with each spurt.
He pulled out slowly with a long, satisfied sigh, eyeing Twilight's limp, also satisfied form on the table with great pride. He picked her up, slung over one shoulder, ignoring how messy they both were now. He snapped his fingers at Cadance, weeping in a corner. "You! Love slut. Clean this up personally. I'll ask to make sure you did it all yourself," he growled, leaving with his prize, and Cadance to sob brokenly at the loss of Twilight's sanity and Twilight herself.
Spike however, made Twilight pause to watch Cadance. The alicorn had her back to them, crying, as she picked up a bucket and sponge. Spike smirked at Twilight, before sneaking up behind Cadance, admonishing her, "Now that doesn't seem very personal does it?" and shoved her muzzle into the mess he'd left behind. "Eat up, ex-princess...I'm sure you're no stranger to eating 'love'," he taunted cruelly, making the others howl with laughter as Cadance gagged, but ate what had been left behind like a good slave. She had little choice, as he did not so much as let up the pressure on her head until she started eating the sex smoothie all on her own.
She lapped up the sperm and femme cum, a usually pleasant action now tainted by these evil creatures who had corrupted her one true hope for her own release, for rescue of all of the lands. She swallowed down entire mouthfuls under Spike's watchful eye, lapping up every drop with her talented tongue. Spike cruelly made her put her hands behind her back, forcing her to use her muzzle and tongue to nudge things out of way to ensure they were spotless. Soon her tears added to the mess, but resigned to her fate, she lapped them up too.
Spike smirked, relishing in the power over her, before winking at Ember. Now that was a plot he'd love to put eggs in...and if he played his cards right, maybe she'd be his next harem conquest. He was surprised when she winked back, but grinned. He pushed Twilight in front of him, cocks swinging erectly in front as well as he fantasized about what the perfect Equestria would look like under it's rightful King-no doubt much more strictly run, especially for all the cock tease females.
Months passed, Twilight's former svelte form now hefty with eggs, her chest now much larger as her horse half expected babies. Spike was very expectant-he'd been fucking her almost constantly, wanting to feel it when she went into labor and began to lay. As usual, he was balls deep in her, one cock in each rear cum trap, the ex-princess nude save for a collar with his name on it, shaking her hips enthusiastically on top of him. "Master?" she panted out, "What will happen when they hatch?" Admittedly his cocks were enough for her to get off on alone, and her master was kind enough not to care how often she got off as long as she didn't stop until he was satisfied. How lucky she was, to have such a good master. So many ponies weren't as lucky...she wondered if maybe the King, wise and fair, would allow her to show others how lucky they could be, too?
"Well, our glorious King will use his magic to grow them-they'll be used for his next assault on the princesses, he'll make them mature in minutes surely," he explained, cock throbbing as he thought of the uptight cunts on their knees, pledging themselves to King Sombra. He hoped he could do well enough to be allowed one of the first goes at their slave slits. Twilight's attention turned back to him, not just her body's but her mind's as well. "As soon as they're born, our children will be serving the rightful king, and bringing Equestria and its allies and enemies alike under his shadow!" she moaned at this, pregnant pussy tightening around him in ecstasy and excitement. "Our children will be the rightful downfall of the kingdom...it makes me so hot! Oh, we'll pump out enough for an entire army, won't we, master?" "Of course we will," he grunted, "I told you this prissy princess pony pussy is always going to be pregnant, didn't I?"
She squealed with joy, shaking her hips more, shivering, before letting out a gasp, her pussy clenching down hard. "Master! It's time!" He grinned, giving her another few pumps to enjoy the feeling of labor around his cocks, before pulling out and bending her over his bed. Her contractions slurped on his cocks, not wanting to let go of his rod, hard rods. She spread her legs, tail flagged upwards out of habit-such a good, instinctual little slut now. She shuddered, moaning hotly, "Master, I feel the first one! Oh, my first egg is coming-and I'm gonna cum with it!"
He chuckled, sitting back to watch, a pillow to catch any eggs she couldn't between her feet. She moaned, pussy flexing, gasping as the first egg breached her cervix, sliding down her tunnel until it began to show between her pussy lips. She moved backwards to impale herself on a cock that wasn't there, her body seeing little difference between cocks and eggs right now. Spike leaned forward, slowing stroking her shafts, enjoying the show. The egg stretched her lips open, beginning to come out, but not quite there yet. Twilight whimpered, hands between her legs, pushing, stomach heaving to move the egg out of her. It spread her lips wide, making her gasp and writhe, before it opened her fully and plopped into her hands, Twilight placing it on the bed in front of her, admiring briefly its purple hue despite her exertion.
She had little time before the next contraction wracked her pregnant purple frame. Her beautiful, swollen belly heaved again, making her tremble, sweat soaking her body quickly. She panted, laying on the bed. Egg laying was much harder than she expected it to be, she admitted to herself. But she wouldn't give up so quickly, not for her master. She shifted position and bore down again, her already opened cervix allowing the next one through without much issue, as a third followed right on its heels. She gasped, eyes rolling back and trembling as she came from the eggs moving through her, one dropping to the pillow and the other caught, only just, by Twilight's hands. She put it on the bed too, panting heavily.
The next three were much the same, going through her much faster, Twilight so caught up in the pleasurable pain she didn't notice Spike kneeling behind her and the eggs now safely to the side. He smirked, one hand ready, the other on his cocks. He stroked himself slowly, anticipating seeing that last, final egg slide free. He had no plans to ever allow her to be not pregnant. As soon as the egg popped free he caught it, leaving no time before he shoved his cocks into her freshly egg empty cunt and making her squeal in exhausted delight, flagging her tail up over her back.
He put the egg with the others carefully, and began to thrust into her, her cunt gripping him despite its recent gaping. "You're either fucking or laying, you dumb bitch, so enjoy my cocks again!" She moved back against him, "Yes...fuck yes...fuck me! As soon as it was out you were in, oh this is so hot!" she gasped. He dug his nails into her branded cutie mark slightly, moving her hard back onto his cocks as they thrust forward, easily taking up room in her egg layer. Her hips rolled, her eyes did too, mind lost in the ecstasy and her duty to her master.
He reached forward, nails now digging into her jumbo sized tits, feeling quite pleased that their heft and size was due to her carrying his eggs, and looked forward to planting another batch in her-who knew, maybe she'd get even bigger? He grinned, and there was a certain pony and a couple dragons he would very much like to add to his harem. The thought of all of them, gravid with his eggs, his progeny, made him slap his hips against Twilight's star adorned booty harder and harder. She delighted in it, tunnel convulsing on him and cumming yet again, spraying out around his cocks.
Smoulder...Ember...Rarity...all fat with eggs, chests swollen with hormones...what a thought. A real harem, all of his own...! He wondered if they'd all need the push Twilight had, or if they'd be smart enough to submit to a male using them for their real purpose. Ember, the Dragon Lord, begging for his loads and his alone, making eggs over and over and over... He smirked, feeling Twilight's enthusiastic tunnel rolling up and down his lengths. To have multiple egg factories, taking care of his needs and his offspring...
He didn't hold back himself, blasting twin cum jets in her, the tips of his cocks right in her womb to ensure her pregnancy. He pulled out, pressing one cock to her pussy and the other her ass hole, thrusting much slower but still as hard, just relaxing as he fucked his concubine as she conceived. She rolled her hips back as slow and hard, enjoying the restful fucking she got leaning on the bed-she doubted she could stand right now, let alone fuck her master the way he deserved.
She sighed, smiling as they indulged in their version of love making. Already, filled with cum again, to have her next batch of eggs-it excited her immensely, nipples hard as nails and clit swollen and excited like the rest of her. Spike leaned down to bite playfully at her neck and shoulders, and she let him-craning her neck to give him better access as he fucked her. He left her neck dotted with hickies, cocks twitching at yet another physical proof of her submissiveness to him-her ownership.
His ridges popped in her cunt and ass simultaneously, making her moan and whimper as she clenched down on the invading shafts. She wriggled her rear, making him chuckle and slap her jiggly ass, both of them enjoying the ripples from the strike. He spanked her again, enjoying her mewling voice as she begged for more, another strike. He did so-she tightened up beautifully around him, despite her recent birth. She gasped, eyes rolled back as it felt heavenly to her. She pressed back against him, "Master...please...cum inside of me again! Mark all my holes with your seed, I wanna walk through the castle with your claim on me to make all the other soldiers and slaves jealous!"
He growled possessively as he grabbed her hips to pull her tight and still against him as he came again, letting her holes drool his cum. She was his, and this showed it to anyone who looked-it wasn't like he let her wear clothes that actually covered her. It hardly mattered, as if given the choice, Twilight would parade around clothed in nothing but his own cum which was only proven by her previous begging.
He rubbed up her back, sighing contentedly. He was proud to be able to show King Sombra how much he appreciated his gift, every time he marched out. He hoped to be able to repay it one day...by personally bringing the remaining princesses to him. He grinned, rubbing Twilight's ass, enjoying the fact her cutie mark was now useless-what use was magic to a half dragon egg factory? He chuckled. Life was good...and could only get better.
