As King Sombra sat leashed and collared to a pole on the grass of this strange creature’s lawn, he gave a stormy glare and pondered exactly where his life had gone so wrong. He suspected that the origin point was quite some time before the current day, but he was having trouble settling on precisely when and where the chain of events leading to…whatever this was began to properly culminate.
He supposed he should at least count himself lucky that the rather sturdy and tall fence surrounding the well-manicured lawn at the very least protected him from the shame of being seen in such a state, even if the arcane suppressor clamped to his horn prevented him from putting this strange bipedal beast in its place. That is to say, crumpled on the ground in the form of a smoking, acrid pile of ash.
That being said, his tongue remained just as sharp as ever, the only weapon he could currently bring to bear against this being, and he would use it with extreme prejudice. “You will regret bringing me into your abode, you vile thing. The efforts of your cohorts to…ugh, reform me have been for naught, and I am confident that you will find your own to meet much the same result.”
Anonymous rolls his eyes slightly at this impotent provocation. It was fairly easy to brush off, especially since he had lost count of how many like it had preceded this latest one. He shrugged as he stepped closer to the tyrant. “I mean, I can see how you might think that considering the way the boys have been handling your pompous, tyrannical ass with kids gloves. But I do things a bit…differently.” He says, leaning down to get face to face with the equine, a small grin crawling across his face. One that often proceeded doings that most would describe as mischievous at best. “You see. I actually recently uh…'reformed' Chrysalis, the Changeling King. Apparently, Sunbutt feels like what I did to them might work wonders on you too. And he promised me a real sweet reward if I pull it off too, so you can consider me extremely motivated beyond the last couple of poor mooks that have been hassling you to clean up your act.”
The former king snorts at this little monologue with palpable derision, glaring up at the other in a way that made Anon feel as if they were attempting to look down on him. Though, with how far he had to crane his neck upward, he was very much unsuccessful. “Hmphhh..well, you certainly seem to have a bit more backbone than the last few whelps, and a bit more confidence as well. Very well, I will humor your pathetic attempts for a moment, if only to amuse myself. Tell me, creature, what method did you use to break the will of the insect?”
“Nothing too crazy, I just fucked the absolute shit out of them,” he said casually, causing the unicorn’s jaw to drop for a moment. He managed to regain his composure, but the shock was still faintly apparent in his eyes as the other continued to speak. “You see, my body’s pheromonal secretions are apparently incredibly potent on the creatures of Equestria. One good whiff of me up close when I’m not taking the tincture they give me to keep it under wraps gets you nasty little horses good and ready to take all kinds of fuckin’ dick. So we’re gonna just chill out in my yard here, where no one is gonna bother us, and I’m just gonna dick you right the fuck down in every cute little hole you’ve got until you promise to be a good boy for me.”
The last few sentences of this mix of exposition and threat grew steadily more sultry as Anon leaned in a bit closer. Sombra was taken aback. Now that he considered it, as the creature grew closer he did seem to smell quite…enticing. His carefree, unafraid attitude also did wonders for his appeal. The King always did enjoy a partner with a bit of spirit. It was delightful to break it down, to make them beg to serve.
Though on this occasion, it seemed that perhaps, if this creature was not telling tall tales, the roles would soon be reversed. Not that the dark ruler held the notion as anything more than completely implausible, a bluff meant to cow him into cooperation. He scoffed softly at this as his confidence returned to him in proper. “Hah! As if such a homely, sickly looking thing such as yourself could ever hope of beginning to pleasure me, let along drive me to submission. Why, I bet you are barely even large enough to make me feel you were you to try!.”
Anon smiled a bit wider at this jab, sensing an opportunity to play to the tyrant’s sense of superiority. “Alright then, if you are so confident, how about we make a little bet? We both whip it out and whoever is smaller has to blow the winner,” he says, reaching down to cop his package with a fiendish glint in his eyes. “Unless you’re worried your prissy little royal toothpick can’t stand up to what I’m packing?”
Sensing victory at hand so quickly, the regal stallion nodded readily in agreement, rolling onto his side to begin coaxing himself from his sheath with a dark, delicious chuckle. “Mphh…very well then, beast. I hope you are ready to use that disgusting-looking mouth of yours for something more constructive. Consider yourself lucky that I would even consider gracing it with my royal sce-”
Sombra was interrupted mid-self-aggrandizement by the feeling of something wet, meaty, and quite heavy being draped over his snout with a soft wet smack. He froze in place, eyes widening, and body trending as he peered down at his muzzle to see what appeared to be the creature's third leg retrieved from its garment and presented for his viewing displeasure.
A single inhale of the potent, masculine scent emanating from the limb was more than enough to dissuade him of the possibility that this behemothic log of flesh served any sort of purpose as mundane as simple locomotion. No, what was currently throbbing, pulsing against his face was in fact, possibly the largest cock he had ever laid eyes upon that was not attached to a fully mature dragon.
And just as the creature had boasted, this single lungful was enough to set his lungs ablaze. He felt an intense, lecherous burning in his nethers as he quickly, shamefully quickly unsheathed before the other male. He was, regretfully to say, harder than he had ever been in his very, very long life.
After countless decades of ruthlessly maintaining a larger-than-life persona, the King suddenly felt quite a bit smaller than he was comfortable with. He slowly pushed the hips of the creature away with one hoof, foreleg somewhat shaky with the effort as he panted out a rebuttal. “A-Alright, I will concede that you are…w-well gifted, perhaps even more so than myself, but if you think I am going to allow you to stuff that…b-big fat, juicy dick in my…in my mouth, you h-HLLK!”
For the second time in the span of only a few moments, the king is once more interrupted by the introduction of this creature's cock to his face, this time to the inside of his mouth in particular. Anon had simply thrust his hips forward, gripping the base of his titanic prick to guide the fat mushroom tip right past the kings still speaking lips, pressing it right up against the back of his throat with a soft groan as he took ahold of Sombra’s head. One hand perched firmly on his horn, gripping the sensitive protrusion through the thin sheathe of the inhibitor, with the other hand holding him quite firmly by the mane, a handful of the tyrant’s ebony locks tangled between his powerful, merciless digits.
Sombra’s eyes nearly rolled back as the flavor of the human’s prodigious endowment was forcibly slathered across the inner confines of his steadily moistening maw, a thin line of drool running down his chin in a shameful display of his bodies readiness to accept this invasion despite what his words fought so hard to dictate to the contrary. He felt his own cock twitch and a small spurt of precum splattered onto the grass beneath him as he felt his muzzle begin to aimlessly, mindlessly suck at the turgid length.
Anonymous gave a satisfied grunt as he swiveled his hips slightly and pumped his cock in and out of the villain’s mouth a few times, making a point to bump harshly against the back of his throat with each forceful re-entry as he started a slow, pumping rhythm.
As much as he struggled to gather himself, to attempt to bring himself to at least put up some manner of pastry resistance against this violation of his person, Sombra knew deep down he was powerless to resist this…this absurdly hung, virile beast and his massive, leviathan of a fuckrod having their way with his royal person. He felt his head begin to bob at a rhythm to match the pumping hips of his assailant, allowing his eyes to finally roll back, accepting the cock invading his mouth with a profound, abject sense of utter humiliation. He shivered as he started to allow his long, flat equine tongue to run up the length of the creature’s shaft, inviting him to sate himself, to empty his heavy, low-hanging balls into the tyrant's mouth.
His eyes suddenly snapped open as with a sudden jerk, he found his head suddenly being pulled forward harshly. He let out a deeply degrading HRRRRK as he was impaled to the very base of the beast’s cock. He could feel his lips press against the smooth skin of its pelvis, could feel every ridge and vein of it rubbing against his esophagus, pulsing in his gullet, surely stretching it, bulging it indecently. His eyes watered with the discomfort of the sudden stretch and his forelegs flailed uselessly, batting at the human's hips in a vain, instinctual effort to free himself of the obstruction before lust won out and they dropped to his sides limply.
Anonymous threw his head back and gave a harsh hiss as he savored every moment of the brutal penetration, holding them there through their struggle until he felt their resistance falter and cease once more. He looked down at them, met the tyrant’s eyes with a lustful glare, and as he did so he could see in their gaze something new to the royal. Even when he had been banished he had only been filled with indignation, rage at being thwarted by the likes of those whelps. But now, for the first time, his eyes held fear. His gaze plead for mercy, for some small reprieve for the brutal assault that was sure to follow this moment.
And seeing this Anon only had one response. He leaned in slightly, getting just a bit closer to speak to them in a low, dangerous, sensual tone as he simply gripped them all the tighter and stated
“Don’t bother tapping for air, I’ll let you back up when I’m finished getting it ready for your ass.”
And he began to thrust.
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Twilight Sparkle could only look on in rapt fascination as he watched Anonymous fuck the absolute daylights out of Sombra’s throat. His eyes were wide and his jaw hanging slightly, almost dumbstruck by the primal display.
But not too much so as to stop taking notes. He continued to stare through the small hole he had made in the fence, and his quill flew furiously over a notepad without him even so much as looking at it. He never needed to take his eyes off of the action for a second, the pen enchanted to dictate the mental notes he took as he observed the crass, brutal violation of the umbral pony’s helpless maw, along with whatever overpoweringly urgent loose thoughts might arise from viewing such a display.
“Fascinating, absolutely fascinating. His pheromones are incredibly potent, Higher cognitive function in the test subject seems to have been heavily repressed, while the copulative impulse seems severely magnified.”
“I don’t know why y’all needed to hide in the bushes and peek through his fence like some sorta pervert to know that ponies take to that boys’ trouser snake like pigs take to mud, Twilight.” Applejack said a bit sullenly as he watched his good friend observe the duo, keeping an eye out for passerby. He spared a glance down towards the alicorn’s crotch, wincing and looking away with a soft blush at the sight of the not insignificant erection that was excitedly slapping against his soft purple belly.
“Because Applejack, I need to make sure that the modifications I made for the Cross-Species Compatibility Breeding spell I made actually work or not! Chrysalis is a freak of nature, so he was able to handle having Anon’s…clutch…” he said the word “clutch” with a profound sense of distaste, shivering before continuing to speak “Without outside interference. We have to make sure it takes, for science, and more importantly, to make sure that Anon can have a foal with someone he really wants to one day if he decides to settle down.”
“...Twilight, I ain’t nearly smart enough to understand all the scientific ethimawhowatsits you’re probably violatin' right now, but I’m willin’ to bet it’s a whole mess of em’.” The earth pony stallion said with defeat and exhaustion laced throughout his patient tone.
“Oh, come on, relax Applejack. Prince Celestia said it was okay, so it can’t be unethical!” He says confidently, stepping back from his peephole and gesturing with a nod of his head “Here, take a look for yourself. I know you want to.” The Alicorn said with a devilish grin.”
“A-ah, don’t want to do any such thing! B-but I suppose I should make sure Anon ain’t bein' too hard on him…” Applejack Stuttered out quite unconvincingly, hustling quickly over to the hole and leaning in to get a closer look at-”
“GOOD CELESTIA HE IS PIPIN' THE LIFE OUTTA THAT BOY’S THROAT!” The cowpony cried out in shock, his face quickly turning a bright red as he stood transfixed at the display.
Anon had put Sombra on his back, knees to either side of his head facing down his body. He was currently holding his top half off of the ground with his hands and violently pistoning his hips down into the pony’s waiting, spasming maw. Slobber poured messily down Sombra’s face and neck, occasionally spurting out a bit at a particularly hard thrust here or there. It was quite clear that at this point all reason was gone from the tyrant, the only thing on his mind was the massive cock that seemed to be doing its best to violently scramble whatever brains the royal had left knocking around in his skull.
Applejack was frozen in place, unable to tear his eyes from the…admittedly very impressive display of dominance and debauchery. He felt something press against his stomach, and only then did he realize he had unsheathed and was just as hard as his friend and the lucky poor stallion having his throat reamed open.
And only moments later, his focus was finally properly broken by the feeling of a significant, warm weight settling across his back, the feeling of a pair of firm, gentle forelegs locking around his barrel, and a hot, throbbing length grazing between his ample, muscular haunches.
Twilight breathed softly into his ear, nipping it playfully as he looked through the hole along with the soon-to-be very well fucked stallion under him. “Mphh..no use in letting this perfectly good erection go to waste if both of us are aroused. You Don’t mind helping me…maintain peak efficiency, do you Applejack?” he asked huskily, the tone of his voice sending shivers up his spine At this point, Applejack already knew that his answer one way or another wouldn’t make much of a difference. Twilight was an alicorn, and tended to get a bit…assertive when he was ready for a roll in the hay.
He felt the flared tip of the other graze his pucker and allowed his legs to take a more appropriate wider stance before swallowing and slowly nodding, preparing himself to join Sombra in the realm of utter submissive ecstasy.
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Meanwhile, back in the backyard, Sombra had gone totally slack under the brutal punishment of his throat. He was supine, with his legs spread akimbo to either side of him as his cock pulsed and throbbed in the open air, crying a steadily, occasionally spurting stream of pre as it was ignored in totality.
When finally, suddenly out of nowhere, the massive cock clogging his throat was swiftly removed, a wet, loud sound of suction ringing in the stallion’s ears as it rang out from deep within his gullet.
He gasped, taking in the first breath of clean air he had been allowed in what felt like a century to the fuck-addled unicorn. He found his vision being turned 180 degrees, the ground underneath his stomach again as he felt his hindquarters be raised into the air.
“W-what…? Why did you stop, beast?” The tyrant asked, sounding almost…okay, sounding noticeably disappointed about the fact that he was not currently tonsils-deep impaled on the other’s cock right now.
That is of course, until he felt the base of his dock be gripped firmly, and felt that slobber-slicked, heavy, drooling cockhead press firmly against his sensitive, untapped, virgin equine pucker. His eyes went wide as he let out an involuntary little nicker and looked back at the other, his ears flat against his skull as he gazed pleadingly back at the human kneeling behind him.
He gave a very nervous little chuckle as he looked back at his succulent, ample flanks, then up to the human again. “I-I Do not suppose you will show mercy if I tell you this is my first time in this position?”
“Ha! Nah, good try though!” Anon says simply, leaving the villain to scramble to brace himself before he felt a sudden yank back on his tail and suddenly felt incredibly full, and more so by the second as he helplessly watched the creature holding him captive easily bully it’s way past his puffy, pristine little donut, stretching it painfully taught around his massive girth and ruthlessly beginning to pound his hips back and forth in a seeming effort to fuck as much of his cock into the others unprepared body as he possibly could in the least amount of time.
An effort that seemed to be yielding spectacularly successful results. Sombra screamed his lungs out in a mix of humiliation, a pain he found so alien he struggled to process it, and a sexual pleasure equally as profound and unfamiliar that ripped through his core with the force of a bloodlust addled soldier cleaving a foe in twain! He felt his prostate be flattened, utterly demolished as the human hunched over his crumpled, limp form, taking the hand from his horn and wrapping it around his neck and pinning them to the ground with his weight, whispering huskily into his ear.
“Mphh…come on now, big boy, stay with me. Don’t go giving out on me right at the start, you’ve gotta keep going until I finish dumping my spunk into your worthless hole.”
The former king-turned-cocksleeve could only wheeze out a choked, wordless reply as his jaw hung slack at the unmitigated cock shock his body was being subjected to. He felt the beast's powerful hips come to rest against his as Anonymous triumphantly shunted himself hilt deep in his quivering asshole. As he felt those hips smack firmly against his supple, firm flanks, felt those heavy, churning balls drape over and eclipse his own comparatively meager pair, he knew deep in his very soul that he was bested, broken on this creature's cock. As he came to terms with his new reality, a soft, almost imperceptible whisper leapt from his lips and caught the ear of the eager, rutting human.
Anonymous cocked his head slightly to one side, leaning in a bit closer with an eager, gleeful expression crossing his handsome, alien features. “Hm? Pipe up over the pipedown, Sombra! I can’t hear you over the sound of my fat dick breaking your fat little ass in like a pair of Sketchers!”
Even this crass, demeaning inquiry could not stop the stallion from responding as commanded, sucking in as much breath as he could muster with that massive cock stuffed inside of him, he yelled out in a defeated, needy voice. “S-SHUT UP AND FUCK ME ALREADY! FUCK ME INTO THE DIRT LIKE A COMMON WHORE, YOUR KING DEMANDS TO BE RUTTED AND SO HELP ME IF I HAVE TO ASK AGAIN WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A-OH DEAR GROGAR YESSSSSSSSSS~”
His feeble attempt at asserting some small illusion of control over the situation was cut short and shattered as the grip around his throat tightened and the human began to well and truly wreck the royal. He lurched forward slightly with every heaving thrust under the weight of his partner, eyes crossing, then rolling back. His tongue hung out shamelessly as he allowed his hind legs to spread fully and invite his new stud to avail himself of all he had to offer in a bodily declaration of utter submission.
He felt his seed be forced from his cock without the organ having ever been touched, rope after rope of his wasted, useless royal seed painting the grass under his belly, his suckling hols strangling the human’s cock in a greedy, carnally base attempt to extract the far more valuable, potent essence of the virile male who had bested him.
Anonymous leaned in close, the human’s breath hot against Sombra’s face as he whispered to them harshly. “Don’t you fucking demand it like I wasn’t about to use your slutty little meathole, you stuck up cunt. You’ll get it when I say you fucking get it, and if you don’t adjust that fucking attitude, you’re never going to get any of this ever again.”
The idea of being denied this inexplicable euphoria terrified the breed-addled brain of the former king, and he gave a loud pathetic whimper. “I-I’m sorry, please don’t stop. I-I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you say just please oh dear by Grogar please don’t stop until you fill me!” He stammers out weakly, subserviently, making a vain but admirable attempt to roll his hips back against the other's thrusts to drive them deeper into his gut.
The complete surrender of the other was more than sufficiently stimulated, exciting for the human as he gripped them as tightly as he could and bore down, his hips nearly a frenetic blur as he gave the stallion the longdicking of a lifetime, his balls quickly drawing tight, both from the incredible high of utterly conquering such a powerful partner, and the incredible tightness and the silken, soft wet heat of his pristine fuckhole strangling them for every drop they could muster.
“You want it so bad? Well then fine, you can have it, get ready to take every drop, bitch!” He declared harshly, shifting the hand on his mane to the back of his head, pushing it down into the dirt cruelly as he pushed as deep as he could go and held them there with a ready, triumphant grunt.
Sombra felt a distinct, searing hotness blooming deep within his core and shuddered with realization, they were climaxing inside of him! They were filling his ass with their thick, hot, virile seed, claiming him as their bitch, their mare.
He felt his own smaller cock quiver and spit out another load at the sheer excitement of being pumped full this way, his belly slowly bloating with the load as Anonymous ground his hips into them, suddenly yanking the tyrant back into a hot, deep, harsh kiss to seal the deal. He allowed his eyes to flutter closed, to let his mouth be dominated once more, just as utterly as it had been before, just as his as had now been. He felt a twitch deep within himself and started slightly, shivering as he realized what it meant.
This creature had bred him.
The shock of the realization was too much on top of it all, and the warm darkness of post-coital exhaustion took him from the moment as he went totally limp and finally, gracelessly passed out.
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Anonymous slowly pulled his cock from the crumpled, limp body of his freshly minted bitch, giving it a firm, playful swat just to watch it jiggle before picking the pony up and hoisting them over his shoulder, patting his rump gently again as he unclipped the leash from their collar and toted them towards his back door. “Hah, knew they’d cave…” he said somewhat cockily, a bit of a strut in his step as he passed by the hole in his-
Wait? A hole in the fence? He knew he didn’t have one of those before!
He raised an eyebrow and walked over, peering over the top of what was a fairly high fence for a pony. But not for him and-
“DEAR SWEET JESUS WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?”
He is treated to the sight of a well-fucked Applejack, prostrate on his belly, bloated and cum-addled much like Sombra, though unlike with Sombra, the culprit is still quite happily hammering away.
Twilight has himself in quite a tizzy. He doesn’t seem to notice or care that he had milked Applejack dry three orgasms ago and is deadset on wrapping up his tenth one before even thinking of letting the poor stallion off.
A quick, loud cough alerts him to the other’s presence, and he comes to a standstill, blushing heavily before his hips start to move again of their own accord, “O-oh! Hello, Anonymous, what a coincidence seeing you here o-outside of er…your own home…”
The human gives the other a deadpan look, tilting his head slightly. “Twilight, why are you rawdogging Farmer Johnson here in front of my recently vandalized property? And additionally, why shouldn’t I get the authorities involved?”
He whimpers softly, thinking quickly before answering hesitantly “B-because if you let me off with a warning You’ll get to have two alicorns give you a blowjob?”
Twilight barely had time to finish this sentence before his still half-hard prick moseyed its way through the hole the alicorn had made, hanging in front of him intimidatingly as Anonymous gave them a small smirk “Good answer, now get to it, I could use a good cleaning after that anyway.”
Twilight whimpered softly, and catching a whiff of the potent cocktail coating his spent cock opened his mouth, leaning forward to make good on his word “Ugh, the things I do in the name of science…”
