A Light in Shadowy Night

The Crystal King walked through the dark depths of the ancient corridors of his palace for at least a couple centuries, although the passage of time was not evident due to being frozen for all that period. For the Palace, and the ponies surrounding it, it was almost as if not a single day had passed since Sombra had been sealed away. So, in a way, it had been both a half millennia and no time at all since he had partaken in his favorite pastime. Speaking of which…

Sombra flashed his teeth in a grin as he pulled the metal ring that served as a handle for the dungeon cell, causing the rusted wrought iron to creak, announcing his arrival to anyone inside. His heavy metal sabatons made an audible clank as he stepped forward, granting an intimidating weight to every step, as he approached the resident of this cell.

Crumpled on the ground with his hands over his head in iron shackles, whimpering as he weakly strained his upper arms at a crystalline visor wrapped around his head, was the lithe and supple frame of the dragon he had caught during the opening days of his renewed rule. Sombra couldn’t help but rub his bearded chin, nodding and licking his lips as he observed the Dragon’s frame, which was covered only by the ratty and worn clothing he had been wearing when the two had first met during his reconquest of his empire.

The poor, hopeless little drake had literally fallen into the king’s arms alongside the Crystal Heart. Why, he was so brainwashed by his ‘big sister’ Twilight Sparkle into thinking Sombra was evil, that he hadn’t even given his new master a chance! Sombra was quick to approach the dragon, kneeling down in front of him, his face a mere inch away from the dragon’s, a dangerous place if he were to breathe fire, but thankfully the dark king had taken care of that issue when he ripped the magic out of him.

“Wakey wakey, my little pet,” Sombra chuckled, reaching a hand up to remove the visor from his eyes. Sombra gave a warm smile as he observed his emerald eyes. They were blurry and unfocused for a couple of moments, due to his… re-education apparatus being removed. When he finally blinked himself awake, Spike shuddered as he looked around the room until his eyes settled back on Sombra, causing the dark king’s smile to widen.

“Did you enjoy your lessons?” Sombra said, reaching up a hand to cup his cheek. Spike tried to pull his head back to escape from his hold, but a magical aura kept his head still. “I know I certainly enjoyed seeing you squirm.”

Spike closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. “W-what do you want from me? I t-told you everything you wanted to know,” he said, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth slightly. His mind tried to fight it, to deny it, but the feeling of the king’s hand on his cheek filled him with a sense of longing for more. Every instinct he had was screaming at him to nuzzle himself into the hand, but he fought it, he knew he had to fight it.

“I told you before,” Sombra said, drawing his hand down Spike’s face. “I want you, not just the information in that pretty little head of yours. Now, are you going to be a good boy now, or am I going to have to go on to more… drastic measures?”

Spike flinched slightly as Sombra’s eyes darkened.

“D-drastic?” He whimpered, tensing up as the chains holding him to the wall tightened.

“Yes,” Sombra said standing up. “I’ll have you know I got my hands on a new apprentice just the other day, and he’s very eager to test out a new toy he’s made for me. One that… ‘fixes’ bad boys like you. Though it apparently has some… side effects.”

Spike’s breathing became weak as his face went white. He stared up at Sombra pitifully as the dark king crossed his arms over his chest and stood up. Suddenly the king’s horn lit up and his clothes disappeared, leaving the king completely nude, his rod already standing out straight in front of him.

“If you behave, I’ll make sure he gets a different test subject,” Sombra said, staring down at him with a smug look.

Spike went quiet, shrinking under his gaze for a minute. The drake’s breathing was heavy, and every moment he didn’t speak Sombra’s smile grew wider.

The drake was conflicted. On one hand, if he did accept to be his pet willingly, he could keep his mind and maybe find a way to escape when an opening presented itself. On the other hand… The thought of Rarity came to his mind. Then all of the rest of his friends back in Ponyville. They’d want him to stay strong and brave. They wouldn’t want him to give in.

Spike steeled himself, sitting up. “No.” He said.

“No?” Sombra asked, exposing his fangs with a toothy smile.

“No,” Spike responded, trying to sit up. “My friends would want me to fight!”

The dragon furrowed his brows, making him stand up. In response, Sombra merely chuckled. In a single movement, he raised his leg and kicked Spike back to the ground, pressing his back into the wall with his hoof.

“I can’t say I am too disappointed at that, I expected as much, cuties like you never know what’s good for them,” Sombra tsked, shaking his head with a grin. “Ah well, might as well get some use out of you before your mind is scrambled.”

Spike’s eyes widened for a moment as he felt something cold press against his dick. He quickly looked down, watching as his clothes were being burned away by green fire, leaving him increasingly naked with every moment.

The dragon cried out when he then noticed the blade pressed against his sack. He shook as he slowly returned his gaze up to Sombra. “If you bite, you’re losing them both.”

Before he could ask for clarification, or even really understand the words, Sombra grabbed Spike by the back of his head and slammed his hips forwards as his own clothes burned in the same fire. His rock-hard rod pressed past the dragon's lips and teeth - which Spike was very quick to pull away from him when he understood the king’s previous threat - and pierced all the way to the back of the dragon’s throat.

Sombra was still for a moment, smirk widening as he slowly brought his hand to the top of Spike’s head. He slowly and sensually ran them down the back of the drake’s head, all while Spike’s eyes watered and his face slowly turned red from a lack of air. Then he started thrusting in earnest.

The tip of Sombra’s cock hammered into the back of Spike’s throat like it was an anvil, prompting Spike to lewdly gag. Tears were streaming down his face now, originating from a mix of his shame and his trouble breathing. Sombra himself grunted, his grunts symphonizing with the drake’s gagging which became louder and louder with every thrust.

“You’re good at this pet, I knew I picked the right one…” Sombra said, panting slightly, his smile only widening. “Can I let you in on a little secret?”

Spike didn’t respond verbally, but he did look up, the two pairs of eyes locking.

“I never wanted any of the ‘information’ you had. It was all irrelevant.” Sombra said, his erection only growing harder as he spoke down to him. “I wanted you because you looked cute when I caught you out of the air, and when I see something cute, I want it.”

The king chuckled as Spike’s eyes widened up at him, shock filling his features. His pitiful look… it was perfect for driving him over the edge. Sombra threw his head back with a triumphant roar, his rod spewing it’s contents down the drake’s throat like a blunderbuss.

Spike let out a snort as the king’s cum shot out from his nose. It burned, not quite like fire, but enough to cut off his sense of smell and leave him disoriented as the king’s fertile white seed leaked out from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth. Sombra stayed hilted for a moment more before pulling out with a satisfied hiss. Spike coughed and sputtered as Sombra took a step back, desperately sucking in air, as much as he could.

He barely had time to wipe his nose before his chains went taught, dragging him into a new position. A new chain locked itself around the tip of his tail, pulling it upwards towards the ceiling. The drake quickly released the position he was in, a doggy pose with his hole presented directly towards Sombra.

“W-wait, you already came!” Spike cried, gritting his teeth. “Y-you ca-”

“Yes I did, but you still need to learn to enjoy yourself, pet,” Sombra cut him off as he slowly lubed up one of his fingers, kneeling down to be on the drake’s level. The dragon tried to shake his hips to escape, but Sombra was quick, bringing his pointer finger down and quickly impaling itself into the drake’s sensitive boy hole. Spike let out a muffled cry as it snaked its way inside into his special area.

Spike tried to cry out, begging him to stop, but Sombra quickly silenced him by using his levitation to lock a bridle around his throat. Spike screamed into it as Sombra quickly got to work, squirming his digit even further inside him.

“It’s been so long since I’ve met a young buck so… tender,” Sombra said, as he slowly inserted a second finger into his rear, gently rubbing it into the drake’s tight circle. “Once I have you tamed, I don’t think I’m ever going to grow tired of you.”

Spike bit down into his bridle, tears welling up in his eyes as Sombra shamelessly took away the drake’s anal virginity. He was a virgin in every sense of the word. He had been saving himself for Rarity, but now…

Spike jerked slightly as he felt one of the fingers brush up against his prostate causing him to let out an involuntary cry of surprise into his gag. Sombra laughed, quickly bringing his fingers back.

“So this is your pleasure button,” Sombra hissed, his fangs gnashing happily. “Good, now I know where to press to make you scream like the bitch you are.”

Spike arched his back, curling his toes and crying out into his gag as Sombra pressed his middle finger into his p-spot, holding it down. Spike hips jerked to and fro as he tried to force Sombra out, but to little avail. Tears were freely pouring down his cheeks as Sombra laughed darkly.

“Aww, no need to be so modest,” Sombra roared, as he started massaging the dragon’s most tender area, his other hand reached up, wrapping itself around Spike’s cocklet, slowly jerking it up and down. “Don’t hold back, cum like a good boy.”

Spike’s muffled cries became even louder. He desperately tried to pull himself free of the tyrant, to get away from him, but his magic bindings kept him still as Sombra milked him. Part of him liked it. Part of him wanted to lean into it and let Sombra do whatever he wanted to him, but the rest screamed at him to get away, to find a way to escape, to reunite with his friends and family outside of this gods forsaken empire.

Spike felt his already shaky arms give out, causing him to fall forwards into a face-down ass up position, his chin pressing into the floor. Sombra laughed his damnable laugh at the sight. With a hiss, he pressed his finger deeper.

Then the dam wall broke. Spike let out a howl as his cock spurt out rope after rope of cum onto black crystal floor. Sombra kept the press going, and kept the movement of his hand, milking more and more out of his pet. Finally, after what felt like the biggest orgasm of Spike’s life, Sombra finally pulled out, his fingers leaving the drake with a slight gape.

“Get used to that feeling my pet,” Sombra started as Spike felt something gently pressed against his still tender hole. “You’re going to be doing that for the rest of your life.”

Spike then felt his gape expand with an uncomfortable moan as Sombra shoved a plug inside of him. “And considering I can make you immortal at any time I want, that’s going to be a long, long time.”

Spike froze, turning his head to stare up at Sombra. He did so just in time to notice Sombra reach down, locking a cold metal collar around his neck. The dark king winked at him as he did, then he stood up and gave him a quick tug on the leash connected to his new article of clothing.

“Come along now boy. It’s time to take you to…” Sombra paused, searching for a word to use. “The vet.”

With another tug of his collar, Spike was forced to crawl after him as he left the room. He knew that he really had no other choice. If he didn’t Sombra would just drag him across the floor instead, and considering how hard crystal was, it would have most definitely hurt.

Spike was dragged out of his cell, flinching as his eyes adjusted to the light outside his previously dark cell. He let out a pathetic whimper as he was brought out into the hall, Sombra confidently chuckling as he pulled the dragon after him, like he was a prized dog that the king was showing off.

Thankfully for the dragon, his embarrassment was lessened when he saw exactly what was going on in the halls, namely that he wasn’t the only one naked. There were dozens of other stallions milling about the halls, some on leashes being dragged around - whether on all fours or standing - others slavishly tending to studs in armor or black and purple uniforms.

Still, it was hard for Spike to hide his shame. The sight of one stallion staring down at him with a smug grin only prompted another whimper, his face blushing and his rod hardening against his will. He tried to press his legs together to cover himself, but Sombra noticed that it slowed him down.

The Dark King’s chuckle only prompted his face to go redder. With another tug, the drake was forced to pick up the pace, unable to hide his shame in the slightest. Eventually, the dragon was brought to a rather intimidating door near the throne room, and he heard the screaming coming from the other side.

Spike’s eyes widened slightly, and he tried to pull back, mumbling into his bridle as he did. Sombra let out a loud laugh, giving a harsh pull that yanked Spike towards the door as he entered the room.

“Come now. If all goes well, you won’t even remember the pain.” Sombra laughed, which only prompted Spike to scream into his gag more, desperately trying to pull away from the king, until finally he was dragged past the doorway, and it slammed shut behind him.

Spike let out a content moan as he ran his forked tongue up and down Sombra’s rod, greedily licking up his master’s pre. He was a good boy, and good boys didn’t let their master’s cocks stay unattended after all.

Spike raised his rear into the air, playfully shaking his hips as he put his tongue to work on the throne bound king. His eyes glazed over as the salty taste of Sombra washed over his tastebuds, his musk piercing its way into his nose. And he loved it all.

Sombra lowered his hand, rubbing it into the dragon’s forehead. “Sunburst works wonders, doesn’t he? Just a single session with him and you’re already the most well-behaved toy I’ve ever had… I should reward him for his services later, don’t you think?”

Spike didn’t think about what Sombra was saying. Good boys didn’t think, after all. He merely hummed as he leaned forwards, taking his master’s cock into his mouth.

“Still, you look rather lonely tending to me all by your lonesome, I think you need a friend,” Sombra contently spoke, propping his head up on a fist from the throne’s armrest. “I have the perfect candidate in mind too. He’s apparently royalty and you know him… or rather, used to know him I suppose.”

Spike looked up at his master in curiosity, locking eyes with the king as he started deepthroating him. Sombra always loved it when he did that, and Spike did too, now, since it was one of the only times he was allowed to look into his master’s big, beautiful glowing eyes.

“I do think I’m going to take my time with him though, so you’re going to have to wait on that. As much as I love seeing Sunburst’s brainwashing in action, I feel like the old-fashioned way is so much more… satisfying.”