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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