A singular, dissatisfied grunt echoed throughout the spacious room. He looked down at the mare who continued to service him, head working in earnest, dipping up and down with unrelenting enthusiasm, almost as if she was completely enthralled by the act, unable to get enough.

She moaned in unabated ecstasy as she carried out her task, unknowing or caring of who might witness or judge her, such was his effect. Besides her, there were two other mares in the room who had already taken their turn—a regular and a new initiate. All of them alike were between stages of being near-passed out and pure catatonia, staring glossy-eyed at the ceiling as they struggled to regain their breaths.

A small twitch as the mare below switched up her rhythm, whimpering a little all the while. He had to give it to her, she was resilient. Even so, it wasn’t doing the trick and he knew it, only frustrating him more. This new mare’s tongue felt pleasant enough, but even still, he was beginning to grow tired of her.

“Enough,” he spoke, calmly, his voice carrying an ethereal quality that was difficult to fully pin down. Each syllable left wisps of otherworld energy hanging in the air. “You may leave me now.”

There was a visible shudder from each mare in the room, even the ones that had been near sleeping were on their hooves within moments, bidding their reluctant farewells and beginning to shuffle out of the room single-file, looking back to him on occasion, eyes lust-filled and wanting.

The mare that had been most recently attempting to ‘dispel’ him seemed the most desperate to stay, to the point that he even had to repeat himself once in order to convince her to leave. Rarely did he ever have to say anything to a mare twice, and in a way, it troubled him. It meant the effects were only becoming stronger.

But then, another part of him, the selfish, id filled part, struggled to truly care.

In the depths of the royal chamber, Princess Luna was just about finishing up with choking on her tea. “You mean to tell me he is still here?”

Celestia regarded her sister with tired eyes, blinking slowly. “Yes, Luna.”

Luna struggled to regain her breath, a flurry of panic about her as she gestured forth with her hooves. “the Harbinger of Decadence, the Salacious One, the God of Fornication?” she whispered the last one, seeming in the process of fighting a chill. “He lives still, beneath the castle?”

Celestia fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Yes, Luna. Old cursed gods don’t typically have a tendency to spontaneously dissipate from the mortal realm. Usually we either banish them or imprison them somewhere.” She stopped short, holding a hoof over her lips as Luna flinched. “Sorry, was that insensitive?”

“No less than you were a thousand years ago,” Luna quipped with a small, awkward laugh to compliment her words. She set about cleaning up her spilt drink with a spell as she spoke, righting herself. “So, why are you only bringing this to my attention now? I’ve been back for a year already now, and still I haven’t heard of this?”

“It never seemed pertinent to mention.” Celestia sighed, she knew this part was going to be strange to say the least. Standing and walking towards her open balcony, she stood out, facing away from Luna and regarding nighttime Canterlot, with its blinking lights and rolling glow down the mountain and into the distance. “He’s been rejecting the mares we’ve been sending to sate him for a while. He says they’re too similar, and he acclimates to them too quickly.”

“How long has it been since his last release?” Luna asked with alarm, her voice hitching. She’d never been one for subtlety, and it seemed that hadn’t changed now.

“The end of October, so roughly three weeks,” Celestia answered, signalling a gasp from her sister. “He’s being drained less often and more heavily than usual, though I fear the gap between successful sessions is widening too much.”

“I remember the last time he was so pent up, it was about 1200 years ago!” Luna zipped past her sister in flight, hovering in front of her, a light in her eyes. “Oh, sister, the cacophonous and debauched actions that had to be taken as a result then, do you remember? They were things that might make even Discord’s head spin!”

Celestia felt something catch in her throat as she recalled some more choice solutions that she had privy to, or even participated in, only once or twice. “The kingdom has progressed since then, sister, though I do not deny that I haven’t considered repeating a night such as that at least once lately, if only due to how much of an issue this is becoming…” Celestia weathered a sigh as her sister took to her feet again, looking down at her. “Only, I fear it wouldn’t work a second time. Again, he will have adjusted to the experience.”

“The same problem as always,” Luna nodded, her ears folding back, eyes a grave portrait searching space for a solution that seemed firmly out of her grasp. “I assume you finally brought this to me because you wished to brainstorm—have you yet to converse with the creature on the matter, or have you spoken already?”

“In the last thousand years, you mean?” Celestia sat in place, shrugging her withers. “We speak on occasion, mainly me dealing with requests or complaints from him, or simply discussing matters that are too far transpired to be used against me in future.” She regarded her sister. “Do not worry, I haven’t grown too fond of him, I still realise the very real danger he poses.” For but a moment, a scarlet tint marred her cheeks. “I do admit... he can even be pleasant company, at times.”

Luna looked as if she’d just bitten down on a wasp. She snarled, approaching Celestia and sticking her muzzle right in her face. “Sister! Just how frequent have these little ‘talk sessions’ become, I wonder?” She sneered. “Suppose you also let him stroke your mane, and—”

“Only on occasion!” Celestia bleated, her voice losing all of its royal affectation for just a moment, sounding like a normal pony once more. “I still have my dignity, Luna!”

“I was being hyperbolic! You actually permit him to do that?” Luna rubbed at her eyes with a hoof. “It is too late in the day for this…” She fought off the apparent fatigue, squaring herself and taking a step back, allowing Celestia some space to at least breathe. “I apologise. I should not have shouted.” She bit her lip. “This is rather serious though… if the creature is able to break down your barriers, even a little, then how long will it be until—”

“I know.” Celestia responded, her tone having once again gained its solidarity. “I will not allow that to happen to all of the ponies in Equestria, I will not. Forgive me for having been so foolish up until now.” And it was genuine. Celestia knew that if that being’s myriad desires couldn’t be properly fulfilled for too long, it would only spell doom for the ponies of this world. “Forgive me, sister, as I need to make a request of you, and it’s something I can’t do myself.”

Luna flinched at that, her body tensing on the spot. “What exactly are you asking me to do?” She blinked rapidly, a blush tinting her complexion, her muzzle twisting. “I swear, Celestia, if you’re asking me to do what I think you are, first, it is definitely asking too much after what we went through,” she paused, took a breath, steadied herself, “and secondly, we don’t even know it would work! It may have been over a thousand years, but—”

“Sister, please, relax…” Celestia ran a hoof through Luna’s mane, trying to quell the rising tension inside of her. “I promise, I would never ask you to do that for me, not ever again.”

A calming breath, another, and Luna was alright. “I’m glad, even if…”

“A part of you wishes that was what I was asking?” Celestia ventured, being met with a slow nod. “I know, dear sister, I know. It’s been hard on both of us…” For a short time, Celestia simply stroked her sister’s mane, drinking in the peace of the moment, not allowing them both to be overcome with worry completely.

Eventually, she spoke. “Luna, I need you to look within the creature’s dreams and find the true object of his desire, or as close to it as you can. I’m sure that it may have changed in the last thousand years, after all…”

It was to be Base Skipper’s first and possibly final time attending to the legendary creature. As she understood it, many mares weren’t permitted to return more than once. She was a spry young bat pony in her early twenties, athletic and sound-minded, with aspirations of becoming a weather engineer in the future, but had found this opportunity through a friend that worked with the Canterlot Guard. It was all very secretive from what she understood: mares were picked discreetly and bound with magics to prevent them from speaking to anyone outside of the know about what transpired, and were then bid to perform tasks for the creature to satiate his whims. It was all voluntary, of course, but Base Skipper imagined that such an opportunity was difficult to pass up for any mare, single or not.

She’d been prepped extensively when she arrived at the castle, then hooded and garbed and taken below the mountain, below the usual dungeons, or so she was told, to a large and spacious chamber that looked as if it predated even the castle, with massive openings and chasms that led down and down into the unknown all built over with magical, protective barriers preventing anyone from falling.

Base Skipper could feel the anticipation clutching at her chest as she met the mares that would be joining her, one a pegasus, more classically beautiful and perhaps a little older, and one a petite, energetic unicorn, though she was possibly her age or a little younger. They all tried to varying degrees to mask their excitement, but the closer they got to his cell, the more each of them began to let slip just how much they were looking forward to the experience.

The God of Fornication was a legend given form. Mentions of a creature who could utterly control the whims of other ponies through their base urges and instincts grew in historical mention until eventually, a creature named Discord took control of Equestria, and for a long time, this historical entity went unmentioned. It was only when Celestia and Luna used the Elements of Harmony to vanquish Discord that they discovered he had been holding this creature imprisoned throughout his entire rule.

His cell was more like a palace bedroom, despite being underground. No expense looked to have been spared on the decorations and tapestries that adorned the room, nor the library on the far side, the chairs and cushions, the red velvety rug, the silver bowls and cutlery…

To Base Skipper, it was so strange to see, to witness that this was how a supposed prisoner lived, but she understood the truth of the matter. When they finally saw him, he really, honestly was a sight that the bat pony could scarcely describe… his stature was firm—he was clearly a bipedal creature, despite the fact he was sitting, with plenty of height on any of them, and the broadness of his chest and breadth of his hands only made him appear more enticing…

He had a sharp jaw, well-defined features, and he just so happened to be put together exactly how Base Skipper liked her men. Well-dressed in a suit and tie, regarding the three of them with a patient stare, sipping on a glass of what she could only assume was wine from the aroma in the air… There were candles, too, juniper, one of her favourite scents, and while she knew that such a thing should be impossible, part of her understood just how it was.

When he beckoned for her specifically to come closer to him, her heart started to pound against her chest. There was no in-between, no build-up. Such a commanding presence didn’t need to allow for any. She was already his, and she knew it.

At first, they tried to free him, considering him to simply be a prisoner. When they saw him begin to take control of other ponies and use them, they attempted to do to him what they had to Discord, but the Elements proved completely ineffective. Whatever this creature was, no matter how chaotic, he wasn’t evil, and thus the Elements failed.

Base Skipper wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but she was now pressed against the creature’s chest, kissing him full on the lips, holding him, the two of them caressing one another romantically, fully, the kind of embrace that she’d always wanted from a partner but never quite realised just how desperately she needed up until now. She could feel a yearning within her, a latent desire to bring this creature as much pleasure, satisfaction, and attention as she possibly could for making her feel so safe and secure.

It was sad, honestly. It seemed that the creature was as much a victim of circumstance as he was of his own power. He genuinely did not seem to wish to hurt ponies, but they had only been able to bring him to heel after he was released by first quelling his desires. The power and form of the sisters, both goddesses in their own right, saw to that for a time, but eventually, he began to become used to them. Too used to them, until eventually, they could no longer satisfy him.

He’d focussed on her more than he had on either of the other ponies, and for that she felt so worthy of his firm stare, his sculpted body, his rich but deep voice… he asked permission before he did everything, but again and again, she granted it, allowing him to touch her in places not many stallions had, to caress her, to kiss and lick down her body sending static shocks ricocheting around her and running up her spine in a full vocal declaration of just how enchanted she was by his touch... guttural groans and gasps ran chorus with his ministrations, bringing her to the edge more times than she ever remembered.

It eclipsed any previous sexual experience, dwarfed them all. There was nothing else like this in the entire world, she was sure of it.

In the hundred years running up to that eventuality, he had been able to roam the palace—and all of Equestria—freely and contentedly. The princesses had loved him, and he had enjoyed them in turn, but when his desire ran dry, he chose to be imprisoned of his own free will. He knew by then the danger he posed.

When it came to the time for them to finally culminate their joint experience, to progress to something more meaningful and whole than foreplay, it ignited a different feeling in Base Skipper than she had ever known prior.

This was more than wanting, or feeling, or simply enjoying the touch and attention of another. In her young, inexperienced mind, she was almost sure it was love.

When he entered her, it should’ve hurt. Maybe it did, the feeling of his impressive length inside of her so whole and bodily encompassing that she had to fight the urge to scream from the pressure, but she could scarcely register the pain. All she could think of was that she wanted more of him. She knew he could go deeper still. She wanted him to. She wrapped her hind legs around him and begged him with her eyes to bury himself further inside, to claim her, to make her his.

This monstrously alluring, unspeakably desirable creature was all that she could ever want. The idea of any other stallion didn’t compare. The idea of a pony didn’t compare. This was her only need now, this man with his soft skin and muscular body, with his impressive stature and the impossible degree to which he filled her, she couldn’t get enough.

Base Skipper huffed and whimpered and suppressed the desire to cry out until she could no longer, tears flowing freely, the creature’s hands wrapped around her barrel as he lifted her up with impressive strength and placed her back down on his length, burying himself inside her, impaling her with his length, sweet little dulcet moans sounding from the base of his throat.

Being pressed against him like this, she could feel every breath being pushed from his diaphragm, could feel the beat of his heart against his, could see the spark in his eyes as he hit a spot she really fucking liked. It was no question that he knew just what he was doing, but what was more curious still was that his focus seemed to be entirely on pleasuring her!

Every mare he touched, all that he even deemed to speak to fell immediately and irrevocably into the throes of lust, permanent and never ending. Each would want for him until their final day. He would be imprinted onto them, and even when he was a distant memory, there would still be a feeling of emptiness amongst them.

When he pulled out and placed her down, though it was only seemingly to switch positions, Base Skipper felt an immeasurable emptiness in that moment. It was difficult to describe as it wasn’t only physical, but also there was an emotional well within her that seemed to have been drained by his act of leaving. She knew she needed him back, and now.

When she turned to advance on him once more, she saw that one of the mares from before, the unicorn, was already at work attending on him. Base Skipper had a very sudden and violent urge to throw her out of the way. There was no regard for any other pony in that thought, and the impulse itself was alien to Base Skipper. She’d never been a particularly impatient or confrontational pony, she was rather well-adjusted as far as she was concerned.

But still, that man! That cock, that look he gave her, the sounds he’d made for her, the blazing flare he’d sparked inside of her, she couldn’t give that up!

Nudging the other mare’s head to the side, she fought to wrest control of his cock. He placed his hand on her mane as she did so, stroking her, calming her, and suddenly, Base Skipper felt calmer. His silent reassurance also acted as a reprimand; she could feel the power behind his soft grip, realised it could harden at any point. And so she acted like an obedient girl and tended to him alongside the other mare, the two of them licking and kissing along each side of his cock in unison, their tongues briefly touching at the tip before working their ways back down to his base.

There was a lot of ground to cover, but eventually the two of them graduated to sucking him in turns, competing, seeing which of them would be the first to elicit a stronger moan, which would be worthy of receiving his load, or—preferably—which he’d get tired of not fucking and decide to take aside for a little more one on one time…

They would do anything for him, the mares he had known, and they would do unspeakable things to have him. When Princess Luna had begun visiting him in secret in his underground chambers, over a thousand years ago, it led to turmoil and ruin. He saw then with finality just how far he could push ponies without even intent, even those sacred beings were not immune to his venomous influence. He was better off locked up…

When the experience suddenly ground to a halt, Base Skipper could scarcely handle it. Something beautiful and perfect and transcendent of all she’d ever known had existed, ever so briefly, a feeling she’d never know the words to describe, for such words didn’t exist in her vocabulary. And now it didn’t, and she didn’t understand.

“Enough,” the creature had said. The impact of this singular word hit harder than anything she’d ever heard before. Not a telling off from her father, nor any of the times she’d been chewed out by a teacher or even the time she had to take a ride in a police carriage in Manehatten—all of it was meaningless and inconsequential in comparison to this single utterance.

And it was crazy! It was crazy to think that there she was, blowing him, feeling as if she was at the zenith of her time in the world, that this was it, the peak of enjoyment, the ultimate experience, and it was being cut short. She was being ripped away from it, and all she could do was comply…

No. She’d keep going, she’d make him cum. She had to. With a vigour that drew from all the drive and determination she’d ever felt for anything in her life she continued to play with him, wanting so desperately to win his approval, to make him feel for even a fraction of a second a percentage of that which she felt when he simply looked at him! But yet…

“You may leave me now.” The words were so firmly delivered that Base Skipper couldn’t refute them, couldn’t pretend to have not heard or act as if nothing had happened. As much as she might have wanted to keep going, to carry on being his loyal little servant, her ears gave her away, the way they twitched as he spoke to her. So enthralled, so desperate…

And before she knew it, she was leaving of her own will. She couldn’t even remember her compliance, but as much as she wanted what she’d left behind, she could feel within her that she had chosen to give it up, that she’d done as she was told.

Already she was scheming and plotting, searching for a way to return. When the guardmares met her and the mares she’d entered with by the chamber, she was straight to it, asking and pleading, insisting that she needed to return, and sooner rather than later! She couldn’t be away from him for too long…

“No,” a gold-helmed mare answered her. “You cannot return,” she continued. She was montoned and seemed almost void of compassion when she spoke, but the softness of her eyes spoke of a deep understanding that Base Skipper couldn’t quite grasp. She felt as if she was drowning. Why couldn’t she return? “If you’ve been this affected already, you’re not resilient enough to spend more time around him.” A sigh as she regarded each of them in turn. “I’m sorry, this is the hard part of the job, but I promise it’ll be over soon.”

Base Skipper was led away from the other mares, and from there they were taken into separate rooms. The unicorn seemed to be holding up alright, but the pegasus was in floods of tears as she was led away. It made her heart ache, but at the same time it was difficult to be properly compassionate right now… They were lucky that they’d gotten to be in the same room as him, let alone have him look at them, and yet, we were meant to leave now, and never return? We were—

There was no way… “I could handle it if I tried again, I could! I could succeed next time, too! I-I could practice in the meantime, and—” What was she saying? Practice? Was she going to whore herself out to other stallions in order to become better at servicing him? No, she couldn’t, she only wanted him, the idea of another’s touch was repulsive… She shuddered, the finality of the situation finally beginning to set in. “Please.” Her voice cracked, her tail pressed against the cold cobbles, her body quivering. “Please let me come back…”

“It’s out of the question. I’m sorry, but it has to be like this…” The guardsmare began to channel a spell from her horn once they reached an isolated room, and Base Skipper felt cool waves begin to wash over her. The magic obfuscated her vision, muddled her thoughts. It seemed to have some kind of sedative effect, though Base Skipper wasn’t entirely sure what was happening.

As the guardsmare continued to work, muttering as she worked her magic, Base Skipper began to feel memories slipping away, becoming harder to understand or properly recall. She could remember everything from her usual everyday life just fine, still, but the details around her visit started to become more and more confusing as time went on, until eventually, while she could remember the reason she’d came, the details of her meeting with the creature were all but blank.

She understood why it had to be done, or at least she thought she did. Everything was a little muddled right now, and she felt dizzy. She’d been paid for her time, and turned away soon after, and before long, Base Skipper had resumed her normal life. She lived and loved, and was generally happy, but from that point onwards, there always felt as if there was a strange, nebulous hole inside her that nothing could fill.

It wasn’t a horrible feeling, or something that she couldn’t handle day to day, but it was uncomfortable all the same. Nothing satisfied her fully, it always felt as if there should’ve been something more there, something with some real substance.

What was she missing?

The God of Decadence, as he was so called, sighed deeply.

Stretching, he began to make his way across his spacious cell, though it could barely be called one, rolling his shoulders as he moved in an attempt to loosen his stiff body. He showered, letting the warm water wash over him and pull away the day’s sweat. It’d been another day of failed attempts, none of them were even close.

If he’d been told in his adolescence that this was the future that awaited him, he might’ve jumped for joy. Now, over a thousand years later, he desperately wanted out. Why did this have to be the sum of his existence? Hours upon hours of attempts to dispel the energy inside of him, something he’d not been able to do alone for a very long time, new mares almost every day, though he never saw any of them more than a few times.

If he was to even attempt to calculate how many he’d been through in his long, long life… it boggled the mind, even to him. Not that it made it any harder to tell them apart. Every mare was unique to him, each with qualities that made them dissimilar to the others or traits that set them apart…

But it still wasn’t enough. The frequency with which he found a mare that he felt enough of a connection with that he could enjoy himself, or that he simply felt their raw sexual prowess was strong enough or found them aesthetically pleasing was steadily diminishing. His standards had rose, he supposed. He’d felt every myriad feeling that a human could before, surely, and while he was thoroughly convinced that nothing out there would surprise him anymore, he could always hope that he’d be able to at least recapture some of his favourite sensations, every once in a while.

The alternative was dangerous. It’d already been around three weeks since he last finished himself off, and with every day, every second that passed he could feel his psyche beginning to slip. What might happen if he didn’t get something that worked soon? Would he hurt a mare? Truly hurt her? Would he be able to keep himself contained anymore? He knew that he could mount an escape attempt pretty much whenever he wanted if he truly tried, and that no one would be able to stop him with ease, but his waning conscience, his concepts of morality, his connection with the princesses kept him at bay.

But that tether was slipping. He could imagine what it’d be like now. He could find a quiet corner, a small village, and set himself up a life, try and keep it quiet, meet a nice mare…

But the longer he abstained, the stronger his powers would become, and before he knew it, he’d be taking ponies over without even meaning to. It wouldn’t be long until they declared him some kind of local leader, and then, ponies would flock in, he wouldn’t even have to seek them, he wouldn’t even need the drive to conquer…

Until eventually, all of Equestria would be sat on his dick, and he would be king, and that would be that. None would be able to stop him by then. Is that what he wanted? Truly, it wasn’t.

If that’d been his desire, he’d have actualised it by now a thousand times. But then, there was always the chance that he’d only been keeping that selfish want at bay with these constant visitation fucks over the last millenia. What if that was the case?

He knew that what he truly needed was someone to love. That was it, the one feeling he’d never felt in the last thousand years. He wasn’t sure if he was incapable of love, or if he simply hadn’t found the right mare, in all of this time, but he knew that if he truly wanted to break this feeling and live happily for the first time, if he wanted to get away from these horrible feelings, that was what he would need.

It was a pipedream, but it was still a nice one to have nonetheless. Between the reading, sleeping, and sex, a person had plenty of time to think, to wish, to want.

Author's Note

Good to be back. Really good to be back, I've missed you all.

That all said, I've got a blog post I hope you can take the time to read, as it's pretty serious. If you're able to have a look, a million thanks.

Looking forward to seeing comments and posting the next chapter, keep your eyes open for more!