The mighty and most regal King Sombra was furious.
Not only had the ungrateful curs of the Crystal Empire attempted to invite outsiders to take his throne away from him, but now they had the audacity to invade the sanctity of his castle! When he found a vagrant rummaging through the drawers he dragged him kicking and screaming down into the dungeon and locked him in the deepest, darkest, dankest corner he could find. As much as Sombra wished he could, he couldn’t remove the possibility from his mind that there was rebellion fermenting.
Some ponies didn’t understand divine right. But when that wouldn’t do, might would have to take its place. The issue was thus - none among the throng of ponies he ruled over were willing to serve under him and guard the castle. Despite the generous benefits and rewards on offer! With few other options available to him, he started to scheme.
Sombra locked himself in his study and compiled everything he knew about the dark magics he had innovated in so many moons ago. If he couldn’t find willing servants in or out of his own empire, he would merely have to create them. His first attempts at creating complex shadow constructs were total failures. The dim-witted oafs weren’t good enough to clean the floors. Never mind the incredible amount of power he had to expend to keep them corporeal.
The nature of a living mind was far too complicated to be recreated by his magic, as powerful as it was. He needed real ponies who could make complicated decisions on their own without his guidance or magical energy. It was then he happened upon an experiment he had long since abandoned, one that allowed him to explore the universes beyond his own. The scholars had called him a mad-pony for even theorizing on the possibility. Months later he was delving deep into the dust and ash that lay beyond Luna’s accursed veil. None would humour his discovery, for both mockery and fear ruled the day.
He had seen a great many interesting things. Though without the ability to reach out and interact with them his options were greatly limited. Now refocused on the task Sombra whittled away many lonely hours in his chambers, reading tomes, conducting experiments and exploring the stars above. Progress was quick – Sombra’s embrace of dark magic had delivered unto him the ability to break the boundaries of what was possible.
And then he made his first breakthrough.
An animal, a singular dull spark, pulled through a portal of his own making and delivered to the castle. Still breathing and living as it always had. Sombra quickly killed the worthless rodent by snapping its neck and rejoiced. The solution he was seeking was close at hoof. An animal would not do. He needed intelligent creatures who would follow his orders. Weeks passed as Sombra divined many world and places in search of the perfect unwilling volunteers.
He found what he was looking for in the end. A blue and green planet filled with miserable, upright ape creatures. As disgusting as their forms were, they were greatly advanced as a species even without the benefit of magic. Sombra knew that fate had struck when he discovered that the planet even enjoyed a certain televised story that featured characters who were insultingly familiar. This cultural touchstone had embedded itself deep into the minds of many. Perfect targets for his magic.
Sombra’s mind raced. If he was plucking those singular souls from amongst a tapestry of infinity, why not cater them to his own whims and tastes? A selfish being like himself couldn’t let this opportunity pass by. After hours of thought he compiled a list of criteria that would narrow down his search. They had to be handsome, male, trained in guard duties or security, and most importantly – they had to be gay.
Sombra, the greedy king, wanted what he wanted and what he wanted at that moment was a corp of guards that also served as his own personal harem. He wanted to be waited on by a veritable parade of striking stallions with big cocks. He wanted to be able to bend them over at whim and unleash his pent-up seed inside their waiting holes, and would air no complaints from doing so. He wanted to live like the King that he really was.
His dark work continued deep into the night for weeks on end, until he finally perfected the spells he needed to make his obscene dream into an obscene reality. Now all he needed to do find was some appropriate recruits…
Author's Note
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Crazy amount of support from you guys, thank you so much! Here's something I wrote for myself.
Record 2: Captain Striking Slate
Job searching was a soul sucking experience.
This was something that everyone had to accept as fact these days. Sending out hundreds of applications to hundreds of jobs. Wasting your own precious time and money to attend interviews and fill out surveys and profiles. I didn’t spend all that time and money getting my security certification just to sit on my ass and not use it. I persevered again and again until someone offered me a job.
Still, there was something strange about the address I’d been given to attend the induction. The warehouse that I was being tasked with guarding looked completely abandoned. There were no lights on inside or outside, and some of the windows had been busted through. I walked around the perimeter in search of the door, eventually finding it wide open around the back. I shut it behind me and ventured deeper.
After passing through an empty office area, I entered into the main floorspace of the building. Each empty room only furthered my suspicions. Why would they want to hire someone to guard this place? If something was too good to be true, it usually was. For a moment I thought about turning back and forgetting about the whole thing before I woke up in a bathtub full of ice one or two organs lighter.
Before I could consider the idea any further, a silhouette emerged from the far side of the room. I thought my eyes were tricking me. His legs didn’t move as he slid across the floor to get closer, staying just out of the singular light that tried to illuminate the large space. He beckoned me over with his hand. I couldn’t discern any details about his appearance, so unusually deep was the evening shade over his features. I took a step forwards but stopped as I felt the bottom of my shoe contact with something sticky – a sensation I’d experienced many a time in cinemas across the city.
I looked down to the large puddle of… something that had appeared beneath my feet. The shifting black mass looked like tar. Under the light it showed shades of a deep midnight purple. It bubbled and rolled like it was under a current, yet it remained stationary in the middle of the room between me and the man. I tugged on it, trying to remove my shoe from it’s clutches to no avail.
In a panic I bent down and tried to undo my laces, reasoning that I could free my captive limb by removing the shoe. But before I could slip it free the blob moved. The black mass crawled over my shoes and onto my legs. No matter how much I tried to wriggle free, I was glued to the spot. Despite the immense pressure the mass must have been using to keep me in place, I felt no weight on the top of my feet.
I quickly removed my hands before they were caught and covered too. I looked back up to the man, only to realize now that he was nothing more than a floating shadow. A cloud of smoke hovering over me with a malicious grin and glowing green eyes.
“Who the hell are you? What is this stuff?” I demanded, knowing full-well that I would receive no satisfactory answer.
As the goo spread over my legs, I could feel them changing. It was like I had just run a marathon within moments. My muscles ached, pins and needles ran up and down my body as it felt like a hundred hot pokers were being piercing into my skin. My stomach sunk into me chest as black tendrils shout from the pool and grabbed my arms. I flailed desperately as the black tentacles held me high in the air like a toy.
Turned upside down and inside out, I could feel the sludge falling further and further up from my legs and onto my crotch and stomach. As the liquid settled down onto the surface of my body, I could feel a similar thing happening to the rest of me. Everything started to feel wrong, wrong, wrong!
It settled against my skin like a tight latex suit. I held my head high in an attempt to keep it from reaching my face, but I could feel it crawling up my neck, cold to the touch. As my mouth was covered I found myself struggling to breathe. My vision blurred as the black sludge pulled me under. I could see him watching me as I struggled. I held my breath and hoped whatever awaited me was something more than my end.
Sombra watched gleefully as his dark magic engulfed the pitiful ape-like creature and moulded him into him into a more proper shape. His weak and gangly limbs were crushed down to strong and hardy hooves. All of that wasted mass that served only to make him taller was instead redirected to giving him a body that would make him stand head and shoulders above any of the ponies in his empire.
The transformation was fast. Sombra was irritated to admit that this endeavour had taken more of his magic than he initially expected. The powers of the dark were infinite, but he was an acolyte before the true scale of what was to be discovered. The human silhouette was soon replaced with that of a pony.
Sombra released his grasp and allowed the newly minted stallion to gently fall to the floor. He had dark grey fur, a blue mane, and Sombra was pleased to see that he was very, very fetching. Sombra had to stop himself from plundering his exposed ring before he awoke. A surprise cream filling wasn’t the first impression he was trying to make.
The first part of the process now complete, Sombra focused on the next stage. He needed to bring him through into his own universe. This spell was fiendishly difficult. It took all of Sombra’s skill and wile to navigate that seldom soul through the vast expanses of everything that was and would be. But it would be worth it in the end.
What better way to command the loyalty of his men than to form a sexual and emotional bond with them? A mutually beneficial agreement to be certain. Sombra could plunder as many ripe ponuts as he pleased, bringing enjoyment and pleasure to all involved, while they would serve dutifully as his guards.
Sombra found the stallion and surrounded him with his dark magic, he pulled. The fabric between the realties bended and broke, finally giving way and sucking him into the inky black pool that lay beneath him. Sombra watched from the corner of his physical eye as a matching splotch in his own study slowly began to take shape.
When he awoke, the real fun would begin.
I knew something was off the moment my senses came back to me.
I peeled my eyes open. I wasn’t lying on the floor of the warehouse anymore. I was on a bed. The sheets were comfortable and made from a fine material. That was strange enough on its own. But even worse was the arm that I could feel wrapped around my stomach. Was the entire thing just a bad dream? Had I decided to turn back outside of the front door and find myself some companionship for the night?
The room… the room was incredibly strange. It was if the walls and floors had been carved out of ice. They reflected the light coming in through the large window across from me.
My train of thought moved onto the next thing. My entire body felt strange, like I’d lost the feeling in my arms and legs. I shuffled uncomfortably in an attempt to figure out what was wrong – but my experiment was interrupted by a hot flood of breath flowing down the back of my neck. A deep and heavy voice spoke in my ear, “Ah, is my newest guest awake?” I twisted around, wrestling myself free of his arms. In the bed with me was a horse.
A horse?
I sat up as quickly as I could and scrambled back. Indeed, there was a horse in the bed with me. A small horse, but a horse nonetheless. He had a wild black mane and sideburns that made him look like a lion, a long red horn that curved upwards, and smoking green eyes. “What the hell?” I cried out. Where had that voice come from? Was that horse the one who was spooning me?
He laughed at me, “I see that you’ve lost none of your wits during the process… my handsome friend.”
I looked down at my own body. Only to discover I was a little horse too! I had slate grey fur and stubby little hooves. I twisted over again and looked at the full length of my new torso. There was even a deep blue tail jutting out from the top of my spine! “What the fuck is going on?” I tried to stand and run away from myself but found myself falling on my face as my new legs tangled with the sheets.
My bed-mate found it hilarious, he laughed again. I yelped as an unseen force dragged me back into his waiting arms.
“I must say, of all the stallions I’ve had the pleasure of sharing a bed with – you are the most fetching of all.”
Either I was suffering the mother of all hangovers, or those very odd things that had happened to me the previous evening were real. I had to admit though, the stranger’s fluffy chest was very comfortable. I could get used to this kind of treatment. He spoke into my ear, “I suppose I should explain why you’re here. I am the King of this place, yet despite my divine right to rule – the foolish citizens of this city refuse to assist me in assuring proper law and order.”
“King?”
“You my friend, are the first among many. Willing and able bodies that serve to please me and me alone. A particular kind of stallion…”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
His grip tightened, I felt a warm lump press against my lower back, “The kind of stallion who enjoys the company of the same sex.”
“W-Wha…”
He barked out another heavy laugh, “I know everything about you. No connections, no qualms. You will fit in nicely here. All you have to do it let go.” He spun me around and pressed me down onto the mattress. He was much larger than I was. He had a broad chest and long, strong looking limbs. I didn’t even know how to use my legs anymore. I was at his mercy.
A long black shaft lay semi-erect against my stomach and chest. It was easily double the length of my old human penis, despite my reduced size. A fleshy ring surrounded the halfway point and it was topped off with a thick, wide head. My balls were equally absurd in size and girth. I could feel them pressing against my taint.
“What a brutal thing you have down here,” he commented glibly, “My finest work yet, if I do say so myself.” He poked the tip of his muzzle into the leathery sack and inhaled the deep, musky scent that had accumulated over a heated night under the bed covers. His entire body shivered. “Ah, wonderful. Truly wonderful.” I could feel my over productive balls ache with need, and his teasing touch had only made the sensation more apparent.
Whatever he’d done to my body had also affected my mind. I would have found the idea of sleeping with an animal objectionable if I was still back home, but for some reason I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d be okay doing it with him. After all, I was the same species as him now – and he seemed capable of intelligent thought. I quickly found myself growing erect, even more of my engorged and inhuman shaft slipping free from the leathery pouch attached to my crotch.
The King let out a deep, rumbling purr of affirmation, “Yes, a fine tool indeed. Are thou pleased with your King’s gift?” He ran the tip of his hoof up and down the fleshy shaft. It was so much more sensitive than I was used to. I could only wonder what it would feel like to ejaculate deep inside of my King’s needy hole. I could feel each of the hot waves of breath coming from his muzzle.
The words came naturally, “Y-Yes, my King.”
“I will show you pleasures that your old, weak body can only dream of.” The King’s own shaft hung low over me, the tip already wet with pre. Such a hulking mass of masculinity sent the rational part of my brain into a tailspin, I could even go so far as to describe it as madness. The only thing I wanted in that moment was to fill and be filled, to drink in his body and allow him to play with my own like a fine instrument.
The King did not wish to wait either. His magic grip surrounded me and pulled me to the edge of the bed, my back legs hung down onto the floor. I felt the weight of the King press down on my back as he mounted me. His own hard cock pressed against the leathery ring of my new asshole. For a brief moment I was stricken with fear – what kind of pain would I experience from such a huge member? But my worry was misplaced. Sombra wrapped his own erection in a black veil using his magic and pushed.
Even with his magical lubricant it stung. I could feel it stretching out and around the outside of his cock. I sucked in a deep breath and put on my best brave face. Just when I thought that Sombra had finally entered me fully, he found an extra few inches to shove inside. As the back of his legs finally met mine, I felt the tip of his shaft press at my prostate. The sensation was so powerful that my head swelled and black spots appeared in my vision. I’d never felt anything like it – it was a hundred times better than when I used a toy back home.
The King huffed, hot breath spilling over my twitching equine ears, “Ah. So tight and warm for your King. I am pleased.” He pulled back and thrusted, the incredible pleasure nearly forcing me to orgasm after only a few minutes of action. I wasn’t the only one enjoying it, I could feel every blood-pumping twitch of Sombra’s own erection inside of me. I didn’t know how long either of us could last.
Sombra compensated for this hair-trigger situation by aggressively rutting me. He pulled his hips back again and pounded into my behind with an incredible amount of force. I gasped and panted as the flared tip pressed against my prostate again and again. I’d never felt so full before, the thought of accepting such an obscene, inhuman shaft almost equalling the physical pleasure I was feeling. We turned into a pair of animals in heat, sweat dripped from my body as Sombra fucked me from behind again and again. My cock rubbed against the bedsheets below, releasing pre that made my old human cumshots look pathetic in comparison.
Sombra never had any intention of letting this continue ere long. With little regard for my own pleasure he sought to reach his own apex as quickly as possible. His balls pressed against mine, his grip tightening. He pressed his muzzle into the back of my mane and inhaled the masculine scent deeply into his lungs.
“Fuck, fuck,” I gasped. The sounds of wet slapping and grunting filled the room. “You’re gonna’ make me cum already,” I warned. That was what Sombra wanted to here. With one final swing of his hips he implanted himself as deeply as he could go. I felt the strange sensation of his head flaring inside of me, before the warmth of his seed poured outwards in a great wave. Sombra’s cum poured into my guts, his huge equine balls unleashing a proverbial torrent of swimmers inside of me. I’d never felt anything like it before.
My own equine shaft was quick to follow. Thick, steaming ropes of musky stallion spunk spurted from my own tip and coated the silk sheets in front of us. When we were finally done, my legs could no longer support our shared weight. I collapsed down onto the bed with Sombra still resting his softening cock inside of me. I was still on cloud nine from my orgasm when Sombra spoke again, “Servant. Warming my bed is not the only task I wish to saddle you with.”
“Huh?”
“You will be the Captain of my new guard!”
Sombra had evidently not thought this through to the end. I’d later learn that the sole reason why Sombra anointed me as Captain was because I was the first person to be successfully brought through into his world. He had a list of positions that needed to be filled, and he was going to run down it in a linear order come hell or high water.
I had to get to grips with the ins and outs of the job very quickly, because Sombra didn’t have the faintest damn idea on how to organize a battalion of troops. I didn’t have any idea either! I was a night guard! Thankfully, the next person he dragged through was more experienced than me, so I made him my right hoof man. He showed me the ropes and soon enough we had some kind of proper organization going on.
We learned early on that sometimes you had to work around what the King wanted. He was a genius magician for sure, but he was so set in his ways that even my insistence that someone else be made the Captain was flatly rejected. The casual sex only intensified, and my attempts to keep the members of my team from screwing each other every chance they got were total failures. This was the culture of the barracks that Sombra had wanted. Every single pony he summoned was a horndog with little regard for privacy.
After our first time together, Sombra showed me to his lavish bathroom to clean up and get the cum out of my fur. I found dealing with him awkward, since the first time I met him we’d just fucked on the spot. It’d take several months for me to stop myself from blushing every time I saw him. It didn’t help that despite his serious exterior, King Sombra was a terrible flirt. Nearly every chance he got he’d circle around me and make a comment about my ‘pleasing balls’ or ‘wonderful shaft.’
At least the pay was good.
Author's Note
A huge thank you to:
Mephia
ExiledToTheTimelash
Evo
Korenav
For supporting me on patreon.
