Deep in the dungeons beneath Canterlot Castle, there exists a dark secret that has been passed down in whispers for millennia. Rumours of a creature not of an equine nature, one so maleficent and terrible that the alicorns themselves can only barely keep him at bay... He is the God of Fornication, the Decadent One, the sexiest motherfucker alive.

No like seriously. And his powers are growing. The length between his 'releases' has been increasing, and with that, as have his powers and unrest. Trapped in his comfy cell for so long, constantly sent mares to sate him and keep him from growing too powerful, what will he do when the constant attention is no longer enough to satisfy him?

Will he break free? Take every mare in the land as his? Or is his real desire actually entirely different?

A story about copious amounts of sex. But also story I swear.

First story in a while and really happy to be posting it.

In other news, I've got a situation that I'd really appreciate people looking at and helping with if possible. If you've got a minute before or after you read, please click here and check this blog out, thank you.