Chapters Chapter 1: Introductions Before the Throne
Night Light gave a hefty sigh. He looked the blue stallion dead in the eyes as he watched the stranger button the black jacket with the purple accents around the collar, fumbling as the neon green buttons slipped into their individual holes. It was hard for him to admit that the stallion in the mirror was him; putting on the uniform that had taken everything from him. …Nearly everything, he would have to remind himself, as his eye caught on the last thing left of his old life: his wife of so many years, he had given up counting.
“You don’t have to do this, you know. I could pretend to be a stallion, or… Anything besides this,” she said, lacking her normal confidence.
“You know very well they would notice. I’ll probably have to be pulling out my… you know what just about every five seconds,” he said dismissively. She knew it wasn’t possible, he knew it wasn’t possible, but she would say anything that could get him to stay.
He found it rather strange, the fact he tried to keep his modesty. The society around him seemed to have no problems with showing the most degenerate sights imaginable in open air, so long as there weren’t children there to witness it. He thanked whatever deities that were left that had some restrictions.
Twilight Velvet shifted her gaze away from Night Light’s eyes in the mirror and onto the floor. Night Light knew what would happen if they ever found out why he was joining; and he knew that she would finally be well and truly alone… as Night Light finished buttoning the last button at the top of his menacing uniform and spun around to face his wife, she couldn’t help but lunge out at him, wrapping her arms around him, resting her soft face perfectly in the crook of his neck as she had countless times before.
“Please, Nighty. Come back…” she said, pleading with him. “And bring our last children back when you do,” she added, voice hardening. Her determination sunk into Night Light, giving him strength.
“I will. I promise you, I will.” he said, wrapping his own arms around her waist before lifting her face to his. She knew what was coming, and welcomed the soft kiss goodbye. He had to let go, however, as he made his way out the door to their bedroom, and began his march as a new stallion to his new job.
Night Light was quiet as he was led down the halls of the Crystal Palace. This place was alien to him, having appeared on the map barely half a decade ago. And with it came the stallion who single-handedly ended Equestria as he - and everyone else for that matter - knew. Sombra had effortlessly smashed aside the shields his son and daughter-in-law tried to raise, seizing the crystal heart for himself.
Twilight, Celestia, Luna. All three of the best magic users in Equestrian history had tried to put him down at once, but they failed. Celestia and Luna were cast aside, encased in crystal and put on public display in one of Sombra’s personal gardens, their magic being hijacked to keep the sun and moon in their perpetual dance.
As for his daughter… no one knew what happened to her. She and the princesses fought against the tyrant. Night Light had to stiffen his lips at the thought. His little princess dead… even now, half a decade after Sombra’s victory, it still hurt to think about.
Night Light shook his head and turned his gaze to the guard he was following, then to the ones standing at even intervals up and down the hall. They were motionless like statues, mohawked helmets affixed forwards. From the eye slits in their helms, a green light shone out, snuffing out the idea that these stallions were anything but machines. He knew the unfortunate reality. A machine didn’t derive any satisfaction from acts of cruelty. A machine didn’t taunt their victims, or beat innocents for crimes they didn’t commit. But if there was a single attribute of theirs that earned them the moniker of machine, their blind obedience to their master was surely one. Sombra could probably order one to slit their own throat and they would do it without hesitation.
The closer one got to the throne room, however, the less need there seemed to be for armor, as the guard’s armors got increasingly skimpier and skimpier as they progressed, until the point they were merely wearing their helmets, pauldrons, and knee pads, and a banana hammock, though some went without even that modesty, on full display.
Night Light couldn’t help but wonder the reason they would be so exposed, especially if their duty tended towards the martial. Perhaps it was because the outer guards were expected to deal with the enemies, and the internal ones were merely supposed to be eye candy for their masters. Maybe they were genuinely such good fighters that they could battle any enemy without relying on armor. Or most likely, maybe Sombra knew he was strong enough that he didn’t need guards, and they only existed to fulfill a fantasy for the king.
Night Light grimaced as they passed a griffon wearing a mirror of his current uniform. The griffon was lithe and thin, rubbing himself against a guard while shaking his hips.
“You know the rules, stud,” the griffon said, biting his tongue. “If a minister needs to be stuffed, you stuff them.”
The guard gave a nod, before turning, following after the griffon as he led him to a more… private locale.
Night Light quickly turned his gaze back to the hallway ahead. He let in a deep breath. A naive part of him was hoping that he, as a government agent, would be exempt from the rampant intercourse that was par for the course in Sombra’s new empire. But he was wrong. Thankfully, his wife would understand that everything he would come to do in his infiltration of Sombra’s ranks would be perfectly justified and wouldn’t count as cheating, per say, but he was still rather antsy at the idea.
As far as he was aware, he wasn’t into stallions. Never was. He hadn’t even experimented at a young age like he knew so many other stallions did, even his own children were guilty of that - the greatest curse of a father, after all, was knowing too much.
Still, he knew that if he wanted his plans to have even the slightest chance of success, he would have to learn how to be turned on by stallions. As such, his best plan for now was to fake til he could make it. Though, no matter how much he rationalized what he was going to do, he knew he probably would never be able to look his wife in the eyes again.
There was one thing he did manage to avoid by becoming a government official, however. Though he was ruthless and cruel as a king, Sombra was… trusting, which didn’t often fit with his MO as a conqueror. While all soldiers and high-ranking individuals who had his ear often were put through rigorous and mind-melting brainwashing to keep them absolutely loyal, those who started low, and worked themselves to the top were believed to have already proven their loyalty by their faithful service.
So long as Night Light kept his head low, his work sufficient and his loyalty unquestioned he could probably work his way into Sombra’s inner circle, and from there it was as simple as getting behind the king with a sharp blade in hand and putting an end to his rule permanently.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of walking, he arrived at a set of black crystal doors. Night Light felt Sombra’s menacing presence leaking through, even without opening the door. He was in there.
Night Light took a moment to think back to the first time he had laid eyes on Sombra, during his victory parade through the streets of Canterlot. Sombra sat on a throne raised upon a palanquin held aloft by over a dozen crystal pony slaves at the head of legions upon legions of brainwashed soldiers, each marching in perfect unison as they made their way toward Canterlot Palace. No one dared raise a finger against him, not one soldier or unicorn noble. They knew he had already won the moment he struck down the princesses.
And that was when he saw it. Tied to Sombra’s throne by chained collars were Spike and Shining Armor, both stripped of their clothes, both looking haggard and withdrawn, tears streaming down their faces as they tried to pull against Sombra as he yanked their chains towards his hooves. For a moment he locked eyes with both of them, but they turned away from him, too ashamed to look at their father. He couldn’t imagine how they felt at the time. All he knew was that that moment was what filled him with the determination that he was going to save them, no matter the cost.
Night Light inhaled deeply as the guard opened the door and ushered him inside. It was time.
Sitting on a cushioned throne at the end of the great hall was Equestria’s - and for much of the world - king. He wore almost nothing, save for his crown and the intimidating boots and gauntlets he deigned to adorn. His legs were spread apart in equal parts intimidation and allure. The scene before the king was that of utter debauchery, the sort of which Night Light couldn’t stomach to look at. A writhing group of bodies all dependent on one another to satisfy and achieve satisfaction; however, out of all the penises Night Light glanced, it was very clearly the king’s that towered over all.
Between his legs, resting the king’s balls on his snout like a pair of goggles was the unmistakable shape of Spike the dragon. Aside from that, he was facing towards the door, perky, pierced light green nipples and dick both fully erect as he kneaded and played with his master’s stones, licking them with his forked tongue as drool leaked down his chin, the gilded chain that connected his two nipples jangling ever so slightly with every movement of his neck. He had matured quite a bit since the last time Night Light had seen him this close; despite his lack of traditional physical exercise, he had gained a fair bit of lean muscle that was just barely visible past the slightly feminine body fat that spending his days on his back and knees had gifted him with. Although Night Light did his best to avoid it, he couldn’t help but glance at Spike’s rather diminished package. Small for a pony, much less a dragon; likely from disuse, or perhaps even a period of time in a chastity cage as he knew the new slave system was want to use. Whatever the case, it was left emaciated despite how hard Spike was, as it throbbed away uselessly and pathetically. He had always imagined Spike becoming a handsome young dragon, powerful, and to see him reduced to the point of essentially being a glorified house cat… he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of mourning.
Night Light quickly shook his head, moving on to the next slave in the room. Night Light felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw Shining Armor. The stallion was close to unrecognizable to how Night remembered him. Where there was once a proud stallion, perhaps one of the strongest unicorns alive, was now a lithe and svelte stallion all of his previous muscles sheared away. The stallion who had excelled in all of his military training was now panting and moaning as he ground his rock-hard rod against Sombra’s leg, slathering his boot in precum. Night’s mouth grew dry when Shining turned his head and they locked eyes for the briefest of moments. In his son’s eyes he saw shock, and confusion, and buried under it all, he could have sworn he saw the slightest bit of betrayal in his blue eyes.
Night Light deemed that the best thing to do would be to look at someone else for the time being. He scanned the room for a moment as the guard led him inside. Sombra had six pets that he used at all times, bringing with him wherever he went. While two of them were Night Light’s sons, the rest were gained from Sombra’s many conquests. He had a sickening habit to collect the royals of kingdoms he had brought down, and when there wasn’t a ruler he settled for the most exotic specimen he could find.
First, his eyes settled on a pair of black and insectoid creatures sitting slightly off to the side of the throne. Changelings. Night Light had a… complex opinion of changelings. On one hand, they had tried to conquer Equestria; on the other, the conquest of their kingdom was a particularly brutal one, with over half of their species being killed by Sombra’s men. These two were apparently some of the few on the entire planet left who had entirely escaped some kind of damage from the war, which in Sombra’s mind only made them even more valuable. The two changelings were in the process of locking lips, exploring one another’s mouths as they ground against one another. He managed to get a better look at them when they separated for air, staring needily into each other’s eyes. One of them was rather basic in appearance for changelings, cyan eyes, gray headfin, and a deep blue backplate. Hanging from his collar was a small bone-shaped name tag reading Turquoise. The other was far more exotic in shape, purple eyes, a purple backplate, and a red head fin. A similar name tag hung from his neck two, this one reading Amethyst. Those didn’t exactly sound like changeling names to him, so he could only assume they had been renamed since they had been captured and broken.
Unlike the other slaves, the two didn’t have much in the way of piercings or tattoos beyond their collars, though each did seem to have what looked like a tramp stamp of sorts just above their tails reading, in all white letters ‘Property of Sombra.’ Sombra gave a slight snicker as, without breaking eye contact, Amethyst repositioned the other changeling into a missionary position and slowly and gently thrust inside of him. Night saw the smaller slave silently mouth the word ‘Pharynx’ as he breathlessly panted, reaching up a hand which his breeder quickly took, into his own.
Night Light turned his head to the other side of the room, locking eyes on a young griffon. The young griff couldn’t possibly be any older than eighteen. He was occupied with a sizable black dildo, letting out pleasured cries with every thigh-trembling bounce. His hips gyrated in a circular motion; a suction cup being the only thing that kept the griffin from pulling the large rubber schlong up with his hips. Night Light knew experience when he saw it, even of the sordid sort the griffin was so eager to display. The rider’s tongue lolled out, strings of spittle flying everywhere with the same erraticism as the pre-cum flinging from his flopping red prick. What caught Night Light’s eyes was his coloring, a brilliant tropical blue and yellow. There weren’t many griffons with such a unique appearance, most tended towards dull browns and grays. And without royalty to enslave in Griffonstone, it was no wonder Sombra had snatched this one up instead: were he any typical parakeet, he would be a prized pet to be sure. The domesticated griffon’s moaning reached a crescendo as he squeezed his thighs together, a sudden green aura surrounding his rod that seemed to already be inflamed and engorged by repeated denial, Sombra’s horn glowing the same color. Sombra tutted dismissively, though the smile never left his face despite the rather pathetic whine that escaped the griff’s beak.
And finally was a deer kneeling next to the throne, head lowered as he held up a large platter with snacks and a chalice of wine resting on the top. He was careful to hold the platter in such a way that it didn’t clink against or get tangled in his antlers, but also so that it wasn't far enough away that he would struggle to hold it up. Of all of the people in the room, the deer was perhaps the one Night Light knew the least about. His race was an enigma, only recently having been conquered, and rumor has it they didn’t even put up a fight. A series of golden chains connected between the prongs of his antlers, which let out a pleasant jingling as the deer raised his head, staring down at Night Light with curiosity written in his green retinas. The unicorn raised an eyebrow mirroring his gaze, noting the visible bags under the deer’s eyes, and a certain gaunt look that gave him an ever so slight skeletal appearance, though it did look like he had gained a slight amount of weight recently. It was obvious that Sombra had a certain type looking at the gallery of pets he had amassed, and he appeared to be working this deer towards it.
“Ah, and whoever is this?” Sombra said, prompting Night Light’s eyes to widen slightly. He was quick to give a deep bow towards the throne, arms at his sides.
“Night Light, my King,” the unicorn stated, resisting the urge to clench his teeth. “I was the most recently recruited minister.”
“Night Light? Hmmm… I seem to recognize that name.” Sombra chuckled, reaching a hand down to ruffle Shining’s mane. “Shiny, do you happen to know who this stallion is?”
The other stallion was quiet, hesitating as he shifted his gaze from Sombra to the unicorn in the middle of the room. Several beads of sweat started to form on Night Lights brow, before finally, after an eternity of silence, Shining finally spoke.
“Yes, master,” Shining said, glancing up at Sombra, avoiding direct eye contact with his master. “He was my father, master.”
The cold knife of betrayal plunged into Night Light’s heart. He supposed it only made sense. Shining had been broken; like so many others. He couldn’t fault him for that, especially after what Sombra’s servants did to their slaves - he could only imagine what the king himself was capable of. Night Light tensed, expecting guards to rush him, for Sombra’s horn to light up and to be smashed like a bug… but it never came.
Instead, a dark chuckle emerged from Sombra’s lips. Night Light turned his head upwards to see the King leaning back in his throne, staring at him with a bemused, almost piteous smile.
“I suppose I should have expected a relative of one of my pets to rear their head eventually, but…” Sombra paused, licking his lips. “I didn’t expect them to show up wearing my uniform and offering to work for me. Tell me, did you hope that by serving me you could win the freedom of these two?”
He had prepared for this.
“Frankly, I couldn’t care less about either of them,” Night Light said, sneering at his sons.The lie strangled his gut, but his heart kept him stoic.
Sombra raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his lips. “Oh?”
“They are my… wife’s sons. I may have raised them, but they were never mine,” he said, spitting out the word wife as if it was something foul on the tip of his tongue. “I decided to apply for your government because I heard you were offering slaves and rich payment to any new ministers looking for work.”
Sombra let out a guffaw, slapping his armrest with the palm of his hand as he did. His slaves immediately stopped what they were doing, joining their master’s laughter with their own. Night Light flinched when Sombra straightened his slouch, his pendulous balls sliding off their perch on Spike’s snout; finally allowing the dragon to stare up at Night Light.
For a moment the unicorn’s look faltered when he saw Spike’s eyes. They were empty. When the drake looked upon Night Light, he didn’t see his father, all he saw was a random unicorn come to pledge himself to his master. Night Light shook his head and returned his gaze to Sombra. The sight that nearly tore Night Light in two, but made him all the more sure of his goal. The king didn’t seem to notice how the sight affected Night Light, too busy reaching a hand down towards Spike’s metal collar.
The king pulled Spike into a standing position, before bringing his hands down the drake’s sides to his hips. Night Light kept his gaze on Sombra as he pulled the drake down to sit on his lap, squeezing Spike’s thighs as he did.
“Spike, my pet. Do you know who this is?” Sombra asked.
“No master,” Spike slurred, a dumb smile coming to his face.
“Apparently, he is both yours and Shining’s father.”
Spike let out a slight coo of curiosity, turning his eyes towards Night Light. “Can you have me and Shining take turns blowing him, master?”
Night Light flinched, which made Sombra chuckle. “No, my pet. Unfortunately, I don’t think your father is yet ready to be your… daddy.” He laughed, returning his hands to his pet’s hips. “Though, if you want to serve someone so badly, you know what to do…”
Night Light’s eye twitched as he watched Spike’s smile widen as he ground his hips against Sombra’s lap, before raising and using his prehensile tail to guide Sombra’s dick into its dock. Spike let out a high-pitched sigh as he slowly impaled himself taking each inch of the rod without the slightest bit of difficulty. The dragon bit his lips when he and Sombra finally met hip to hip, staring down at the bulge in his stomach and the sight of his coin purse resting on Sombra’s much larger stones.
“May I ride you master?” Spike asked, placing his hands on the armrests of his master’s throne.
“I don’t know Spike. Does your father give permission?” Sombra hissed, smirking at the unicorn. Night Light rapidly balled and unballed his fists before quickly regaining his composure.
“Yes…” He finally said with a shaky breath.
And with that Spike started his ministrations. The dragon started by rolling his hips bucking himself against Sombra for but a moment before he brought his own legs up, setting them on his master’s knees. Using the leverage from that and his armrests, Spike started riding Sombra’s royal scepter up and down, grunting and moaning like the trained whore he was with every upstroke and plunge. Night Light found his gaze uncomfortably drawn to Spike’s rod, which flopped uselessly up and down with every movement, a large strand of precum glued to the end of his dick.
There was a moment as he watched Sombra’s rod impale itself into his son when Night Light felt a stirring in his loins. He couldn’t tell what was worse in his mind. That he was getting hard to the sight of a man practically raping a slave, or that that slave was his own son. There was a slight amount of reassurance that came from this though. If he could get hard to this, he would definitely be able to perform if worse came to worst.
“I know this is most definitely an alluring sight and all,” Sombra said, a noticeable tone of possessiveness mixing with bemusement in his voice. “But keep in mind this is practically a job interview, and I would very much like to move things along.”
Night Light gulped, shaking his head. “Right, of course your majesty.”
“That’s better,” Sombra said, as he ran his hands down Spike’s sides.
Night Light tried his best to keep his sight on Sombra, which was rather hard considering the moaning whore in his lap.
“Now then, the way I see it, there are three possible avenues I could go with you,” Sombra grumbled, thinking for a moment. “Three of my top officials are having slight manpower issues in their departments, and since most of my other branches are full, you will go there.”
Night Light nodded. “I see. And what are those branches my lord, if you don’t mind me asking.”
“Well, first and foremost there is the Department for the Acquisition of Useful Stallions, headed by my apprentice Sunburst. I’m sure you’ve heard of that particular area of my government,” Sombra said, tapping a hoof as he thought, almost throwing off Spike’s balance.
Night Light grit his teeth. It was hard not to. The DAUS were the main slave catchers within the Empire. Some slaves were purchased, others taken right off the street, but they all went through the DAUS’s meat grinder. They were either sent to be broken down the hard way, through rape and torture, or what many considered to be the worse way. People spoke in hushed tones about the department’s brainwashing centers, stories of herds of defiant stallions being shoved through, only to come out the other side with nothing resembling their original personalities. Most came out brainlessly obedient to their new masters, others with their minds completely shattered, walking on all fours and barking like animals. The worst of the worst were the blanks, however, stallions who had all of the higher functions of their minds burned away. All they could do was breathe, eat, and follow orders, otherwise, they stood there drooling and staring with an empty gaze that prompted nightmares in the unicorn. They weren’t even sentient any more.
To put it bluntly, if given the choice, Night Light would rather die than work for them. Especially if the stories of the DAUS’s leader were to be believed. Sunburst. He was just some random unicorn born in a village on the frontiers of Equestria - who had even flunked out of Celestia’s school for gifted unicorns - and yet he had somehow risen the ranks all the way to being a member of the Imperial High Court. Some say he was worse than Sombra himself. Cruel, sadistic, and, if rumors were to be believed, hopelessly addicted to cocks.
Sombra grunted slightly, as Spike gave a particularly hard downwards thrust, throwing his head back with a slight whimper. Sombra chuckled, as he watched Spike bring his head back, setting it on his shoulder with a whine.
“Then there’s the Imperial Army. They’ve had a slight shortage of logisticians recently, and with the war in the south any help they can get is worth it,” Sombra said, nodding slightly and scratching his pet’s chin. “Big Mac is responsible for that corner of my government, though he has been figuring things out on his own recently, and I don’t want to assign too many people to one department.”
The Imperial Army was the remnants of the Equestrian Army that had been brainwashed into subservience by Sombra’s forces; bolstered with massive amounts of fresh recruits made up from stallions who had been pressed into service after undergoing a similar process. They were a true force to be reckoned with. Blind obedience and magical skill coupled with the military knowledge of Sombra and his generals made them a force to be reckoned with. They had smashed aside the defenses of all of Equestria's former allies and neighbors with minimal difficulty. Even the dragons. From there the army was expanded with new recruits brainwashed from the subjects of those regions, and it snowballed from there until Sombra’s army was close to undefeatable.
Now they had met their first real challenge in the far south, fighting against a ‘Storm Empire’ in the south. Being fought so far from the Empire’s borders made it much harder to get troops and supplies to the front. Coupled with the large desert crossing that came with crossing the equator made the war anyone’s to win. Not to mention the rumors that neither side actually wanted the war to end, using it as a way to control the population. Working for the Imperial Army wouldn’t be totally objectionable; however, endless war would make rising the ranks… difficult. Heroism, if it meant bringing this war closer to an end, wouldn’t be rewarded.
Spike let out another whine as he squeezed his thighs shut, prompting Sombra to raise his hands to force the drake’s legs open, flashing Night Light again.
“And finally-” Sombra hissed, a growing lust in his eyes“-there is the Civic Stability and Intelligence Department, headed by…” Sombra hesitated before he spoke the name, wrinkling his muzzle. “August Thorn.”
Night couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. He recognized, at least in passing, all of the other heads of the major governmental bodies, but this one he had next to no knowledge of. “Who?” he probed.
“Thought as much. I tend not to make a habit of broadcasting August’s role in my government, but let’s just say they are a useful asset and leave it at that,” Sombra said, rolling his eyes, his previous lust having been killed by the mention of that name.
Night Light was quiet for a moment, clenching his teeth as he thought. The CSID wasn’t totally objectionable. While he would be doing… amoral acts to get ahead, likely throwing more than a couple of resistance cells under the bus, he wouldn’t be directly involved in the breaking and raping of those captured, as he would be if he worked for the DAUS. And he would have far more opportunities for advancement than he would in the army. Of the three, it certainly seemed like the best option.
“My king, do I have a choice of which of the three I sign up for?” Night Light asked, clasping his hands behind his back. Sombra was silent for a second, his gaze shifting to a look of curiosity.
“Yes, you may,” he said, rubbing his chin. “If nothing else, it will give me a better picture of Night Light the stallion.”
Night couldn’t help but frown. What did he mean by that? “The CSID would be my most preferable role, my king.”
“Ah... well,” Sombra said, disappointment narrowing his gaze. “Acceptable...”
Suddenly the conversation trailed off as Sombra clenched his eyes shut, gritting his fangs and grunting. Spike let out a sudden squeal, arching his back. Night Light watched as Spike’s dick pulsed once, then twice, before spewing rope after rope of jizz. The cum splattered on the floor just inches away from the unicorn’s hooves, prompting him to recoil.
Spike let his tongue lull out, panting before he eased himself off his master’s cock, his hole making a wet pop as Sombra’s softening rod was pulled free. The drake’s gaping hole oozed out the fresh semen into a lewd puddle on the floor.
“Thank you, master…” Spike moaned, shaking his hips from side to side as he looked over his shoulder at Sombra.
The other slaves were quick to hop into action, practically fighting one another as they crawled on hands and knees, cleaning the floor of the drake’s cum with their tounges, faces down asses up and tails raised. Night Light watched as Shining went after a different target. He watched as the unicorn crawled towards Sombra, before grabbing Spike by the hips and shoving his tongue into his adopted brother, licking and slurping up Sombra’s cum from inside of him.
Sombra smirked before he turned his gaze back to Night Light. “Now then, I’ll have one of my guards lead you to your new office. But before then, my guard will take you down to the yard so you can pick up your first…” Sombra trailed off for a moment before smirking. “Toy.”
That word instantly made Night Light sick to his stomach, but he knew he had to swallow his pride and accept it. He hated the very concept of owning another sentient creature, and he hated knowing he was going to have to fuck one to keep up appearances. But he had no choice. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” Night Light said in his most convincingly subservient tone as he bowed his head slightly, mostly to avoid Sombra seeing the tiniest bit of defiance in his eyes.
One of the guards came up behind Night Light, the same blank stare they all shared. Night Light swallowed before turning on his hooves to follow him as he led him deeper into the castle.
Night Light followed his newfound handler into a large open-air forum in the midst of the palace grounds, walking under a massive crystal archway that glittered in the light of the Northern sun. There, he saw a market not dissimilar from the other slave markets he had seen before, albeit slightly more militaristic than the one in Canterlot or outside of the palace. Well-maintained gardening made it a romantic place, despite the hedonism and evil that was before him. Ponies, griffons, dragons, and more could all be seen tied to posts, bound in chains to the walls of the forum, and other similar barbarities that had become common across the continent. Nearly all of the slaves were as naked as the day they were born, and more than a few of them were in the middle of being rutted like mares in heat, whether they were willing or not.
The sound of crying, begging, and taunting burned its way into his mind, and all he could do was ball his fists. It seemed this market doubled as a breaking area. One of the hated areas where slaves deemed too weak to survive the intensive process of brainwashing were brought here and raped until they were the obedient sluts that Sombra’s Empire wanted them to be. They were mainly used as rewards for his faithful, or as “commodities” to keep his soldiers entertained. He would continue to shift his gaze around this place, trying his best to avoid manifesting disgust on his face. Despite his best efforts, his eyes went wide and his breath left his lungs, as he would find himself literally taken aback by the display before him.
Standing in the center of the forum on raised podiums were two statues made of crystal. Statues in the shapes of mares. At first, Night Light thought they seemed out of place, until he saw who they depicted, or perhaps, who they were: Celestia and Luna, their faces twisted in frozen terror: their last moments captured for all the world to see. He watched as bolts of lightning, blue and gold in color, zapped periodically across the surface of the crystal. The magic of the two sisters that kept the sun and moon moving.
“Take your pick. If they don’t have owners listed on their name tags, they’re fair game,” said the guard before turning on his heels, leaving to resume his post.
Left alone with his thoughts, Night Light stepped down the small set of stairs and entered the midst of the forum. The scent of blood, sweat, and semen assaulted his nose. He was going to have to pick someone, and quite frankly, he wasn’t quite sure how he should pick. The one that looks like they will be the least to deal with? The one that he feels the most pity for? The one he thinks he can do the best job of pretending they’re a mare? He walked around, doing his best to avoid getting himself dirty from the huddled groups surrounding a couple of rather popular-looking slaves.
Eventually, in one corner of the forum, Night Light spied a young stallion, probably no older than 19, with a clean chocolate coat and brownish-orange mane, tied to a post. He wasn’t the most intimidating or tallest stallion; which is why he found it rather strange he had a muzzle on his snout, and that nearly no one was so much as looking his way. No one except the soldier who was sitting next to the bound pony, who wore a frustrated scowl that said he wasn’t having the best day, as he sat there playing with his rather sharp knife with crystal handle scales.
“Excuse me, but-”
“Fuck!” The soldier jumped at Night Light’s voice, causing him to accidentally grab the knife that was rolling in his hand by the blade, giving him a slight cut as he dropped the now bloody knife to the ground.
Night Light cringed. “Sorry.”
“What the hell do you want?” the soldier barked as he held his bleeding hand with his not-so-bleeding hand, trying to stop the bleeding.
“Why is this one muzzled? And why is no one swarming around him like they are the others?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as his gaze met the young brown stallion, which burned with a remarkable defiance that he had never quite seen in a slave. This one certainly seemed new.
“Fucker bit me when I was handling him. I thought I was so lucky to get my first catch in the field fighting the rebels, but this son of a bitch has been more trouble than he’s worth. He kicks like a mule and I can’t get my dick anywhere near him without him kicking,” the young soldier commented. “And I can’t seem to get rid of him, because apparently there’s some kind of superstition going around that if a slave draws blood against its captor, it’s cursed. Stupid, I know, but the guys around here are really into that mambo jumbo crap.”
“And.. if he doesn’t find a master?” Night Light asked, frowning slightly.
“Usually it’s off to the Arcade,” he said, trying to get out a bandage from a side bag as quickly as he can without losing too much blood.
“And… What's the Arcade?” Night Light questioned with a sideways glance at the pony. He didn’t like the sound of it to begin with, much less the menacing way he said it.
“Ah, that’s where we keep the racks. They’re tied up 24/7 for public use. Basically, a wall full of full-body glory holes, with a hole big enough for their whole ass in the front with a ring gag on the other side of the wall. Sometimes, some really creepy fuckers even bring out dogs. It’s a way for the weird fuckers that can’t ever get any to get some for a cheap cost. Most don’t last a week.”
The enslaved stallion’s eyes shot open as he glared at the pony next to him, mumbling through the gag underneath the muzzle rather ferociously as he struggled against his bonds. It seemed that this was the first he was hearing about this too. Night Light thought he could no longer be surprised by the depths of depravity that Equestria was succumbing to, but once again, he was proven wrong.
Thinking quickly, he gave an understanding nod as he placed his hand under his chin in mock consideration, pacing around the brown stallion, seeming to ogle him at every angle. Although he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch, he guessed by all the others doing so with reckless abandon that there certainly wasn’t a rule against it, so he gently touched the flaccid equine member of the captured pony. Night Light felt terrible, but he had to sell this to not look suspiciously sympathetic to the poor slave. The stallion growled from behind the bit and muzzle, seemingly not even swayed in favor of subjugation by the threat of the aforementioned living hell that is perpetual rape.
“I’ll take him,” he said with a nod as he turned to the soldier, who didn’t seem to catch what Night Light said for a moment before his gaze would shoot back up to the blue stallion in front of him, as a look of complete confusion coated his face.
“Seriously? You want him? Why?” he asked as he finally got to wrapping the self-inflicted cut on his hand, as he looked like he was wearing a half-done mummy Nightmare Night costume from the heavy bandaging on both of his hands.
“Because I want to prove I can break him, obviously. Just because an amateur like you can’t handle him doesn’t mean that a young buck like him can’t be…” Night Light paused, looking at the bound stallion for emphasis. “Tamed.”
“Whatever you say, pal. Just take him, I’ve got no use for him,” the soldier said, pulling a leash from his belt and handing it to the blue stallion, who took it in his right hand, rubbing its coarse fibers through his fingers, as he would meet the fierce, fiery caramel eyes of his newfound property. He quickly clipped on the brass attachment to the ring connected to the slave’s collar, in spite of the slave's fierce struggling.
Night Light grabbed the bloody knife off the ground, examining it briefly before raising it towards his newly claimed concubine. The slave’s eyes went wide with surprise and mild fear before closing tightly shut as he prepared for the worst… when he actually got relief from the pain. His arms fell from above him as he himself came hurtling towards the ground below, only barely stopped by the strong arm of the stallion who caught him in time, just as he was about to crumple on the ground like a marionette that had its strings cut. The colt’s expression became one of confusion as he looked up at the blue stallion that helped him get back up to his feet. He had been hanging there for more than a few hours, so as a result, his legs were far from as sure as they ought to be, so he certainly needed - and maybe even appreciated - the helping hand.
The slave seemed to pause for a moment, looking at his surroundings slightly hunched over, far less of a self-assured pose than he previously had. His eyes darted from the stallion whose care he just left, to his newfound captor, to the slaves who were currently being ravished, beaten, and broken around him. Although nervous, he seemed to make a conscious decision that this stranger seemed to be the best option he currently had before him. So, when Night Light gave his slave’s leash a stern tug, the colt would grumble under his gag but comply, following behind him, albeit doing his best to cover his package with his hands as he followed.
As they walked, Night couldn’t help but throw his gaze over his shoulder, back towards the door he had exited to get into this clearing. He grimaced, thinking back to the throne room, before taking in a deep inhale. Turning back to stare ahead of him, he let his breath out as a single phrase, barely audible even to himself.
“I’m coming boys.”
Interlude 1: Taming Spike
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.”
Chapter 2: Every Rose Has It's Thorn
Night Light brought his newly acquired chattel with him as he made his way towards the CSID office building. A building he didn’t even know existed, in fact it was doubtful many outside of the palace walls did; there were but rumors of the department’s existence, after all. But located within the rather large campus that made up the forbidden city of the Crystal Palace were several inconspicuous office buildings; one of which was “O.28”: an unassuming building with clear crystal windows in smooth, granite-like crystal frames, just like all the others. But inside this building was the source of the aforementioned rumors, where the stories were born. And if anything about the rumors were true? Nightmares were born inside of those walls.
Night Light opened the rather modern-looking, glass pane door to the interior of the lobby. Far from a dark lair or any of the such, it was fairly homely. A well-kept potted plant sat in the corner between two blue couches, with dark-stained rosewood armrests that stood out against the clean light-blue of the painted walls. Books and magazines were strewn about a similar themed coffee table in front of the couches, looking more like a doctor’s office than a government building. Relaxing smooth jazz played quietly from a speaker behind the front desk, itself again themed with dark rosewood. Night Light couldn’t help but feel his eyes widen as he looked around at the comfortable scenery not seen elsewhere on the palace campus.
Night Light walked up to the front desk, locking eyes with the stallion currently working as the secretary there. The meeting was transient, as the young stallion in the suit and tie seemed to be too focused on something he was typing on a typewriter to make prolonged eye contact. “Hello,” Night Light said, placing one of his hands on the desk gently. “I’m here to meet with the Department Head. He should be expecting me.”
“The Department Head isn’t occupied right now. You can just go ahead and go in. Leave your slave here.” the Secretary would say, pushing the paper on his typewriter back to the right with a mechanical ring.
"Leave him here? Isn't it a bad idea to leave slaves unattended?" Night asked, furrowing his brow slightly.
"I'm here aren't I?" The stallion responded, glaring at him for a second over the top of his typewriter.
"Yes, but-"
"Besides, he's got a name tag. You already know about Imperial Ruling Number 74, or you should if the recruiters were doing their job right. No one is allowed to touch an owned slave without their master's explicit consent. Emperor Sombra himself was very particular about that." The stallion said, getting back to his mechanical clattering. "Honestly, the fact everyone doesn’t know after Blueblood’s execution is kind of shocking. A high-profile noble being executed for trying to have sex with one of Sombra’s slaves isn’t something you’d expect most to forget."
Night Light cringed as he thought back to Blueblood’s beheading. One of the most publicized executions in the history of Equestria, considering he was the last known member of the old ruling dynasty to be “eliminated” one way or the other. Thousands gathered to watch the petty noble have his head removed from his shoulders. A fate that would come to anyone who dared to so much as touch his new property, apparently, albeit it would be less theatrical.
Night Light slowly placed the reins of the collar onto the table in front of him, as he looked towards the colt the leash attached to. His eyes refused to so much as glance in Night Light’s direction, however, as his brow remained furrowed in defiance of his current circumstances. Night Light had to give him credit; the kid had guts. Were he any other stallion, it would have likely cost him his life. Or at least a rather harsh punishment.
The leash found safekeeping in the hand of a nearby guard who was kind enough to step over and pick it up off the table. “Once you enter the offices, follow the wall to the furthest end of the right. You’ll find an elevator. Take it to the very top, where you’ll be in a foyer. The Department Head already knows you’re coming, so you don’t need to knock.” the desk jockey would gesture towards the door to the right of the front counter, without so much as breaking his vision which remained firmly on the typewriter.
The heavy dark wood door into the offices took some force to move, and swung open jarringly when he finally got it to, as it would almost smash into the wall to his right, only being prevented from doing so by the door stop. Row upon row of cubicles now had heads popping overtop of them and out from their sides, each of which stared at Night Light for a long moment before returning to work.
Sufficiently embarrassed by his own entrance, Night Light would do his best to avoid making any more noise or making further eye contact as he speedwalked his way to the aforementioned elevator, before pressing the button to call the automatic lift to the bottom floor.
While he was forced to wait for the elevator, he finally came to realize quite how cold it was in this office. It could nearly compete with the eternal winter that roared outside of the limits of the city. A baffling affair, considering the warm conditions inside the city were only possible with the magical power of the Crystal Heart. What sort of psychopath uses air conditioning to undo that?
Finally, the elevator doors slid open and let Night Light in. Reaching to press the button for the 7th floor, Night Light crossed his arms as he waited to reach his destination, his heart racing. He had no clue what to expect from this August Thorn pony; a complete unknown factor. Could he undo everything that Night Light had worked so hard for? What possibly could be amiss with this pony to get Sombra to find his own minister so troublesome?
Finally stepping out of the elevator and into the foyer on the 7th floor, Night Light was hit with a tidal wave of winter chill, as he struggled to tell if he had just stepped into a freezer or not. It seemed the frigid temperatures just got worse the further up you got, and that the Department Head’s office was the height of it, a literal frozen lair for whatever creature he was about to meet; this “August Thorn” he had heard so little about.
Stepping past the couple of house plants that had to be cryogenically frozen by now and the colorless gray wallpaper to yet another large dark wood door. Learning from the lessons of the ground floor, he opened the door forcefully but not too forcefully. As if mocking him, the door opened like any normal entranceway, as he had to start to pull it back a bit to prevent another loud door slam. The door successfully defeated, Night Light growled under his breath as he stepped into the dark office, with only the barest sliver of light making its way past a set of dark blue curtains that had been drawn tight.
A shivering, white-coated stallion with nothing on but his collar remained kneeling by the window, as if desperately trying to use what little warmth came in from the light to remain warm. Night Light shook his head, having to ignore the stallion, as he could only assume that the chair which sat a solid 8 feet away from the window was for him. He sat himself down in the soft reading chair, padded in real purple silk, and waited.
He didn’t have to wait long, as soon after, a voice called from the darkness. “Open the blinds, slave,” the voice ordered, which the trembling slave behind Night Light would comply with, despite his trembling legs threatening to give out on him.
It took a moment for Night Light’s eyes to adjust to the morning rays that beamed from the now fully uncurtained window directly behind him, as the light finally revealed the office. A rather spacious one, going back behind the darkwood desk in front of him at least 12 feet, as the walls either side of him were roughly half that away from him. The walls were covered all around with a luxurious dark blue wallpaper, with further darkwood trimming where the wallpaper met the ceiling and floor. Banners of the new order which ruled over Equestria were hung proudly in several places in this rectangular office space, as you could seldom look anywhere without seeing one somewhere in your vision. Finely maintained light gray carpeting covered the floor, which muffled Night Light’s chair as he scooted it slightly further away from the desk, which he failed to realize was quite so close to him. Night Light’s eyes finally narrowed to the sight in front of him, as he felt his jaw fall open at what confronted him before his very eyes.
A mare .Not an effeminate stallion, but a mare, with shoulder-length silken indigo locks; a soft, rounded muzzle which just barely betrayed a fang which revealed itself from under her top lip; clean, well-groomed fur just between sky blue and white; and strikingly bright cyan eyes were split by her black, serpent-like sclera. Her elbows rested firmly on the desk as she leaned in, her shoulders squared away as her somewhat neutral expression turned into a slight grin as she watched Night Light close his mouth. This certainly was unexpected, but far from anything that upset his plans too greatly. He couldn’t help but notice, as well, a framed full-body portrait of the mare in front of him that was hung at the same level as the civic banners on the wall behind her. She was in the same black uniform he wore, save greater flourishes of silver and a skirt with stockings and knee-high black leather boots replacing his own simpler dress pants and boots. This is in addition to the green accents being replaced with indigo to match her mane, and a notable addition of a slight shoulder-cape, once again in indigo matching her mane and accents and a silver chain that attached the cape to her uniform.
“My apologies. My eyes are rather sensitive to the light, so I generally prefer to work in the dark,” the batpony mare commented, her head tilting ever so slightly to the left as she watched Night Light grasp at his footing.
“I- Uhm, it’s… no problem. You’re… Miss Thorn?” Night Light gawked. The mere sight of a mare of all creatures this high in Sombra’s government. It left him almost speechless.
“That’s right. August Thorn. And it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Night Light,” her voice chimed. She moved her chair back to allow herself access to a small filing cabinet contained inside of her desk. Pulling a manila paper folder out of it and flipping through it to look upon the various documents contained within.“I never thought we’d have such a celebrity like yourself here at the CSID. Father of the Element of Magic, father of the former Captain of the Royal Guard? Father of not one but two of His Majesty’s favorite sluts? The exploits of your children precedes you, Night Light.”
Her compliments had a sickly faux-saccharine tone to them, but her eyes didn’t betray any hint of her intentions. “Can I call you Night?”
“Yes, I suppose that’s fine, Miss Thorn. If you don’t mind me asking, how do you know so much about me already? I only chose to join the CSID today.” Night Light tried his best to keep his eye from twitching. She had him pegged. She knew that much about him, what else could she know? That he was still married? That he had come with a mission? Worst of all however, was how she had referred to his sons…
“Oh, I don’t mind questions. That’s all we really do here at the CSID, ask questions. Which is exactly how I knew who was going to be signing up to join one of the departments today. I do research on every recruiting prospect. Even if it’s just small things, like names, where they’re from, who they’re friends with. It’s important, both for screening for possible mal-actors trying to join the government, and for making new partners in the other departments. Even if you joined a different department, we’d be having a discussion once you got high enough to be notable,” she commented as she inspected her nails on her left hand. “I’m glad you had the fortitude of mind to join my department by the way. Sunburst and Big Mac are always so smug whenever they get a new pet in their departments, so to have a stallion of such… reputation… let’s just say they’ll be green with envy and leave it at that.”
“I see.” Night Light commented. He wasn’t particularly fond of having his personal life prodded by the CSID, but thinking on it, considering the fact that he was sitting there in front of her, she hadn’t found any evidence that jeopardized his success.
“Well, if that’s all the questions you have for the moment? I’m sure you’re eager to see where you’ll be posted.” August stated.
“I can’t think of anything else I need to know right now besides what you’re likely to tell me anyways.”
“Well that’s just wonderful, isn’t it? Well then, come come. Let’s get you into the paper room.” She rose from her desk, side-stepping it and sliding her fine silken chair back into its slot under the desk. Night Light followed suit, before she paused, causing Night Light to also halt as she spoke to the white-coated slave over her shoulder. “I’ll be back soon, Diamond. You’ve been a good boy, so you get a warm break.”
“T-thank you, M-mistress,” the slave’s hoarse throat croaked out past his chattering teeth. Night Light realized from his tone that it wasn’t just the cold making him shiver. “I l-love you.”
The mare would merely smirk at this adoration, before she continued her way to the elevator, which remained there at the top floor throughout their short meeting. Night Light followed close behind her into the elevator as the mare proceeded to press the button for the 4th floor. Night Light crossed his arms to do his best to avoid touching her, and kept his gaze fixed towards the door. As if sensing his tension, she looked up at him with a toothy smirk.
“So then. How’s the wife? Taking your move well?” she asked, making mundane smalltalk sound sinister by her sweet tone.
Night Light instantly froze, his mind blanking. Slight panic filled his brain after she had so thoroughly dropped a bomb square on his head. He needed to think of something, anything , to say. And fast. “I don’t like to talk about her. I prefer stallions anyways. She was always a beard.”
“Oh really? Wow. And you’re still married? It’s remarkably easy to get divorced now, you know. Practically as easy as just saying it.” August said, turning to stare at him with a smirk. “At least if you’re a stallion that is. His Majesty likes his stallions available..”
Night Light would pause for a moment before forcing a surprised look. “Really? That easy?” he asked, having to act as though this was brand new information. Either she knew the truth and was testing him on his ability to lie, or she was just naturally very sarcastic sounding. He deeply hoped for the latter. He would despise having to work under a mare holding that over his head the whole time.
Night Light finally breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator doors slid open, and August took a step out of the elevator. “Here we are. Floor number 4, the raw data space. This is where you’re going to be working for the foreseeable future.” She gestured around the room. Night Light’s eyes scanned across the room. He primarily saw about a dozen ponies working away in cubbies, sifting through reports and data sheets, transcribing them onto slips of yellow paper as neat, nicely bulleted notes. Every so often, a crystal at the far end of the room glowed, burning another report onto a piece of paper placed on the desk underneath it like a printer.
His eyes scanned over a wall that had two cork boards on it, which made him raise an eyebrow. One of them was covered in dozens of ponies, some crossed over with large red Xs, some circled, and some with pushpins stabbed into them. There were many of them, but five stood above the rest. His daughter's friends, who seemed to have avoided capture even now. As elaborate webs of yarn connected various leads pinned to the board to each of the respective mares, revealing massive investigations dedicated to each.
The other corkboard was somewhat less impressive, merely covered in the same picture of a griffon over and over again, with the word employee of the month sat on the top. His eyebrow raised even higher. He vaguely recognized that griffon from earlier that day…
Night Light couldn’t help but whistle in amazement at the space in front of him; he couldn’t but assume the rest of the floor was like this. Little pods of bureaucratic work, turning field reports and equipment requests into statistics, as workers ran from one workspace out of the room out the doors into the other rooms on the same floor.
“Your primary task will be taking in reports from field agents. Those little peepers of yours don’t have the clearance to see anything too far up the chain of command,” his new boss said, leading the way further onto the office floor, before she reached an empty desk space. Gesturing towards it, she turned around to smile at Night Light.
“This will be your workspace. Nothing much to see, but you have the freedom to make it home. A picture or something, you know. It’s fun to see what people like to remind themselves of.” She giggled slightly at the concept, before she continued to lead him back to the elevator. “Next stop, floor negative one. That’s where the bunks are. We prefer to have our workers sleep on-site, especially the new ones. Increases production, you know. Don’t worry, you and your little friend will have plenty of privacy.”
Night Light was slightly surprised at that news and slightly miffed at the fact that he paid to rent an apartment here in the capital when he was going to get a room anyways, but he decided showing it would be more trouble than it’d be worth. Once again into the elevator, once again descending; this time even further, beyond level 1, making it to the first of the basement floors.
The doors slid open again, and the jarring sensation of slightly less freezing air struck Night Light across the face. It wasn’t warm by any means, but he didn’t feel like he was going to get frostbite, so as far as his chilled bones were concerned it was a summer campfire. The elevator seemed to open into a sort of common area; a long and broad hallway that branched off into other thinner hallways, which themselves were rowed with doors upon doors, each numbered with a letter followed by three digits. Along the walls were also many paintings and banners, many of which had the flag of Sombra’s regime, meanwhile many had the CSID logo: A snake-like eye, with red iris and lime-green sclera, black diamonds arranged like eyelashes surrounding it, and a dagger wrapped by a purple thorny vine behind the eye.
“You’re one of the few alive to see that symbol, you know.” she added in a chipper tone.
Night Light had to stop himself from continuing walking as she did a right-face turn, now facing towards the hallway to her right, gesturing to a golden sign engraved with the room designation: F-451.
“Your room,” the department head stated, placing a key in his hand which had a small plaque attached to it, repeating the room number. “You have a few hours to get cozy. Your shift starts at eighteen-hundred hours. Your little friend should already be inside. Have fun, newbie.”
And with that, she was off. Night Light looked back as he watched her walk back towards the elevator, and listened to the clacking of the heels of her boots against the floor as she left.
Once satisfied she had well and truly left, he made his way into the room that it seemed he’d be calling home for the near future. Stepping inside, Night Light saw a rather spacious room for being essentially just a bedroom with a bookshelf, desk, recliner and of course the bed and night-stand. It had an adjoined bathroom, which was a lovely touch. They were even so kind to have a door on it.
Just like the Department Head said, there in the recliner sat his new ‘property’, rubbing his brown cheek that had turned black and blue since the last time they met. Night Light started to approach him, before he paused. He realized it was more likely than not that there was something in this room to watch him. Some kind of camera, some kind of bug. The smaller stallion sat and watched Night Light as he opened the door to the room, checking back and forth for Thorn’s smug face. When he was sure she was nowhere to be seen, he closed the door back and locked it with a near-silent thunk.
Now that outside was done and dusted, he got to tearing apart his new room, searching for the aforementioned bug, all the while his petite property stared at him like he had five heads. In the bookshelf, under the desk, every inch of the recliner, just about anything that looked like it might possibly be able to house some sort of recording equipment. The brown slave stared at him as he went to and fro through the room, opening every drawer, moving every book on the bookcase, checking in the lamp shades, in the closet, the lights, behind the doors, under the bed, between the covers, even in his clothes and under the recliner.
Finding none, he breathed a slight sigh of relief as he turned back to his captive audience of the brown stallion, reaching to touch the bit-gag and muzzle that kept the colt silent.
"Here you-"
With a jostle of his shoulders and a defiant snort, the colt refused Night Light's advance.
"Hey, look-" Night Light said with a hushed yet urgent tone. "I'm just trying to get the stupid thing off of you."
A look of confusion quickly replaced the anger, before melting into begrudging acceptance.
“You realize I’m not suddenly going to like you just cause you’re nice, right? You’re still a slaving bastard, and I’m going to kick your ass the first chance I get.” The colt stated, eyes narrowed and teeth barred.
Night Light couldn’t help but smirk and sigh at his overwhelming naivety. Were Night Light anyone else, the colt would likely have 8 inches inside of him already, simply for speaking out of turn.
“You realize if I was like the others I would’ve already broken your muzzle, right?” Night Light mocked the young stallion’s defiant tone.
“Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re the nice slaver here to save me.”
“I’m the guy here to kill the slaver.”
That last deadpan statement took much of the fire out of the fierce kid, as his wide eyes stared up at Night Light in disbelief.
“You? What? You're some kind of freedom fighter…?" Suddenly, he perked up. "Did the others survive? Did they send you to save me?"
Night Light shook his head. "I don't know who 'they' are, and nobody sent me. I'm here on my own. I'm here to… get a 'checkmate' so to speak. Sombra has something I want."
The brief light of hope that flickered in the colt's eyes vanished just as quick as it came. "Oh. Oh I see. You're a self-appointed 'assassin' trying to sneak in and pop one while Sombra's not looking, huh?... So while people are dying outside you take your sweet time? You're a fucking coward. A pussy. Why don't you try fighting a real war?"
"Your war ended with you in chains to be given away for free, and I'm still fighting."
It seemed that finally got the boy to shut his trap, honestly better than the gag did. With the snark sufficiently snuffed, Night Light turned his attention to the aforementioned redness on the colt’s face.
“They do this to you?” Night Light asked, getting closer to examine the injury.
“...I tried to slip my collar,” the colt said hesitantly.
Night Light shook his head, "Best to just keep your head down for now. I'll protect you from as much as I can." Night Light said.
The colt nodded. "You're not going to fuck me, right?"
"Not if I can avoid it, but it might be unavoidable sometimes. Trust me, I hate it as much as you do, but if we want to stay alive and with our minds intact we're going to need to do things neither of us want…"
The colt nods in a solemn acceptance.
Night sighed slightly. “If I can bring myself to do a stallion that is… never mind one I technically own…So then. What's your name? Where are you from?"
"My name is Button Mash. I'm originally from Ponyville," the colt said with a sigh. Night Light blinked twice. That’s where his daughter and his friends were from. Could he have known them?
"I'm Night Light. Obviously, if you speak in public you'll have to call me master, but in private just Night Light is fine."
"...What about just Light? Or Night? Or Ni-Li?" Button asked with a slight smirk.
"Don't push your luck, or I’ll have to put the gag back on," Night Light joked back.
Just then, a knock at the door caused them both to jump. In a flash of panic, Night Light quickly snapped the collar back on Button's neck, unbuckled his belt and dropped his fly. A quick ruffle of his and Button’s manes and Night Light had stood up and opened the door.
Standing there was a fairly muscled stallion in a similar uniform to his own, save a soft cap, a CSID armband and a sword glimmering at his hip.
“The Director wants you in her office for your first assignment. She told me to tell you to bring your pet with you, too. You’ve got a minute to finish… whatever you’re doing in there,” the guard said, shrugging his shoulders. “Or go now. I don’t care. I’ve done my job.”
Night Light raised an eyebrow. “I thought my first shift didn’t start until eighteen-hundred hours? Did the Director move the time up?”
The guard shook his head. “This one’s less a shift more an… orientation.” And then he stepped aside and started moving away with a slight nod.
“Alright. We’ll get headed up now.” Night Light said, closing the door while the guard walked away.
“We’re going to have to go up to the Director’s office. Both of us.” Night Light sighed out as he straightened his clothing back to make himself look more presentable. “It’s colder than hell up there. I’ll try to be in and out as quickly as possible, but there’s a chance you’ll just have to stand it.”
Button groaned as he stood back up. “I guess you have to put all this slave shit back on me?”
Night Light shook his head “Not besides what I’ve already done. I shouldn’t need to put the muzzle back on, assuming you don’t do anything stupid.”
Button huffed slightly as he allowed Night Light access to his neck, as he put the leash back on with a click.
“There you go. Now let’s get going. I don’t trust that mare to be patient or forgiving.”
Button raised an eyebrow at the term mare.
So with Night Light taking the literal lead while Button had to awkwardly walk around a busy office naked as the day he was born, they made their way to the elevator and then up to that same office that Night Light was in not two hours ago.
Stepping out of the elevator, Night Light couldn’t help but notice the fact that the air was significantly warmer than it was the last time he was here. In fact, it was somewhat tolerable. Sure, likely pretty nippy for poor nude Button, but far better than the nearly deadly temperatures beforehand. Nonetheless, with how uncomfortable it likely was for the stallion already, he thought it prudent to keep himself from yanking the leash around Button’s neck or making any other such harsh movements.
Night Light continued on his way towards the Department Head’s office, his brown bitchboy in tow, before knocking on the darkwood door.
“Come in!” August’s feminine voice called. Night Light complied, slipping in with Button in tow. Once inside, they saw her sitting there at her desk, leaning over onto the table, doing paperwork. The white stallion was nowhere to be seen. As soon as Night Light was fully in the room, she sat up and placed her hands together, on top of one another.
“Welcome back, Night! I take it the room was to your liking?”
“Yes. It’s more than adequate. Walls are a little thin, but I guess it’s not like anyone is going to mind.”
“Ah, yes. Of course. How could I forget? How are you enjoying that pet of yours? To my understanding it’s your first on record.”
“He’s hard to manage but I’m getting the best I can out of him.” Night Light says, looking to Button with a harsh look, which Button responded to with a shift of his gaze and an attempt to cover himself, both out of shame and also the fact it was still very cold.
August nodded, a fanged smirk coming to her face. “I see. I take it you’ve ‘enjoyed him to his fullest’ then?”
Night Light shook his head. “Unfortunately, ma’am, you called me here before I could get a chance and I dropped everything to get here as soon as possible.”
“Ah. That’s a shame, I had no intention of interrupting such an important moment. Why don’t you go ahead? The business can wait a minute. You two should get properly introduced.” She said with her now-typical cheshire grin.
Button’s eyes instantly shot open as he turned to Night Light. He opened his mouth to say something, but Night Light silenced him as his horn glowed, wrapping his lower face in golden magic and slamming his mouth shut.
“A-are you sure ma’am? I… I wouldn’t want to…” He trailed off. He attempted regaining his composure. “The sight of two stallions messing up your office would be-”
“Oh trust me, I and Diamond dearest have ‘messed up’ this room in just about every way you can imagine. I have a very good cleaning crew.” She interrupted, raising her hand to visibly cut him off. “Besides, it would be against the spirit of the Empire to interrupt what it was founded on; a big stallion railing a twink as hard as he can. If it’s a sight I must bear, I will bear it with dignity… and enthusiasm.”
Night Light’s breath caught in his throat as he slowly and hesitantly turned to look at Button. The smaller stallion stared back at him with fear in his eyes. Still, Night Light knew he couldn’t hesitate, otherwise August would grow suspicious. He knew this would happen eventually regardless.
Night Light quickly closed the gap with Button, yanking on his leash and dragging him over to him. Button tried to pull back, but Night quickly wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. “Of course ma’am. Thank you, I had been meaning to tame this little bitch since I first laid eyes on him.”
She pulled a bottle of what Night Light could only assume is lubricant out from her desk. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt him too much… unless you want to. Just thought I’d give you the option.”
Night Light raised a hand, shaking his head. “I studied some of our lord’s magic, ma’am. I’ll handle this myself.”
Button cringed slightly as he heard the tingle of magic directly on his pucker. He felt a magic of some sort massage itself into his hole, loosening the tight muscles. He tensed up on reflex, his boybox tightening and loosening on its own as Night Light’s magic played with him, leaving him nice and loose. Button felt an even stranger sensation; his virgin derriere began to get… what he could only imagine is what it’s like when a mare gets wet. A thin film of moist lubricant naturally leaving his rear nice and enticing. A whimper of fear and discomfort escaped his throat as he prepared for the worst.
“It’ll hurt less like this…” Night Light whispered.
“Ah, I wouldn’t have guessed you already knew those sorts of spells. You must have trained for quite some time.” August chuckled. “Of course, you are aware of the side effects of that spell, yes?”
Night Light nodded, the slight tinge of regret filling his mind. While this particular spell’s effects weren’t quite as bad as the others he now had in his arsenal, it would be a permanent change to the life of the stallion he held in his grasp. He’d explain this to him later; but for now until the day the stallion died, he’d get this way when sufficiently… stimulated..
And so with the safety of his partner ensured, Night Light had to get to work proving to the sadistic mare that had them both hostage that he was willing to go the distance… perhaps even convincing her he really was gay. Either way, he’d have to do a lot of apologizing to Button…
Night Light grabbed Button by the throat, forcing him into the fine wall behind him. This caused him to yelp in fear and alarm, though that yelp was silenced by a kiss. Night Light had rehearsed his first time with a stallion again and again, so the opener was pretty well-established.
It was at this point that Night Light finally began to feel a rise in his pants; perhaps he was more gay than he admitted or maybe his body just knew what had to be done. Either way, he had work to do. So with one hand firmly molesting the brown bottom of his captive, the other got to work pulling out the dark cerulean cock that remained suspended behind those dress pants.
Button, finally recovering from the shock of being pushed directly into a wall, began to squirm slightly under Night Light’s grasp, though with his shoulder boring into Button’s, his wriggling was ultimately futile. He wasn’t going anywhere. So he had to just sit there while Night Light began rubbing up on his thigh, essentially a threat of what was about to come.
It was at this point that Night Light decided fucking Button in an upright position was too uncomfortable for everyone involved right now. Face down would be more humiliating, sure, but require far less strain. So with a calculated yet forceful shove, Night Light removed the earthpony from the wall, shoving him towards the silken chair, before forcing Button's head directly into the cushion with his magic.
"Tail up, slut." He said, ripping the tail which reflexively covered his unmentionables upwards; forcing his lewd anus on display.
"W-wait! N-no wait I'm not rea-" the colt screamed through the muffling cushion, before his pleas were cut off by the sensation of Night Light's broad-headed dick deflowering his boybox. Despite the measures to avoid pain, this still elicited a yelp from Button, who began to do his best to hold back tears starting to well up in his eyes.
In the corner of his eye, though, Night Light spotted the Director's hand begin to snake down her body as she gently bit her lip. Her hand ended up between her legs, behind her desk, as she began to stroke herself behind her panties as she watched Night Light violate his pet.
And violate he did; as he grabbed the brown twink by the hips and forced them back towards himself, forcing his cock deeper into him, and forcing a muffled groan out of Button’s chest. Button’s own brown member twitched as the sensation of Night Light rubbing against his p-spot for the first time reverberated through it. Night Light made it about halfway with his first thrust, before going deeper by an inch with every slow, methodical beat. He at least wanted to make Button’s first time more akin to making love than a brutal beating, even if it was cold comfort. Button, meanwhile, was left to just do his best to hug the seat and take it, as he felt the most powerless he ever had. Night Light was far from a soldier, but he was far from weak, also. That power, although restrained, was felt in every thrust.
A pathetic whine escaped from the smaller stallion as Night Light finally bottomed out inside of him, as the wetness coming from Button’s hole increased the sound from Night Light’s sack making contact with his own. Button couldn’t help but tighten up at this point; it might’ve been uncomfortable for both; but because of the spell, it felt more like a massage to the invading member.
After that jolt, Night Light felt Button relax again as he held himself there for a long moment. Pulling back out to half-hilt, Night Light slipped his full length back inside of him, eliciting another twitch and even a yelp as he kicked his legs slightly. Back out, then in again, Night Light began to speed up from his gentleness to more of a proper fucking, as Button slowly spread his legs more and more as reflex to accommodate Night Light’s above average girth.
His eyes half-lidded, Button looked back at Night Light. Their eyes met, as a look of defeat and perhaps even betrayal flickered in them, before tears welled back up into his eyes. Closing his eyes back tight, Night Light instead stared at Button’s back as he kept doing what he had to do. Speeding up his thrusting, he himself began to exert himself more, beginning to grunt with each thrust as he put more of his legs and hips into each motion.
It seemed to last forever like that, as Night Light kept going faster and harder, and Button’s voice raised with every thrust to the point that it was hard to tell it wasn't a mare he was fucking. Not to mention the distinct wetness that was heard from every meaty plap of Night Light's nuts hitting Button's.
All the while, the mare watched, deriving a special pleasure out of raping Button by proxy, as her face became warm and flushed, and her breathing became irregular. "He makes such cute noises when you're hammering away at his little asshole…" she said, allowing the first vulgarity that Night Light had heard slip out of her lips.
But he paid her little mind. With an active imagination, fantasizing the best he could that Button was a mare, Night Light was getting close to giving 'her' his load, as his thrusts became faster and more desperate. He had been staying celibate as a way to help him finish incase of something like this. So needless to say, it was about to get messy…
Raising his snout to the ceiling and gritting his teeth, he gave a few final thrusts, going as deep into his new, first, and hopefully last conquest as he could. That is, before a squeal and tremor from Button signaled the forced orgasm of the bottoming stallion. His abused hole twitched and clenched while his brown cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping out ropes of his own alabaster seed onto the seat. This greater flexing succeeded in milking the load out of Night Light, as, balls deep, he grunted as his nuts clenched and he began to fill his pet twink's gut with his pent-up cum, prolonging the muffled, high-pitch squeal from Button… before he went limp, coming down from his own orgasm and sobbing at what had just been done to him. This allowed Night Light time to catch his own breath, and pull his cock out of Button without much fanfare beyond a wet squelch and the ooze of his goo out of the violated hole.
Remembering where he was finally, Night Light snapped back to reality as he put his penis back into his pants, zipping them and turning to face the director, who seemed to also be catching her breath…
"So… how was it, Night?" She asked, a smug smile on her face as she ignored the pathetic sobbing, going about business as typical.
Night Light stumbled into the darkness of his new bedroom, worn ragged by the eight hours of endless paperwork. It had been a long day, and Night Light was ready to lie on anything soft and pass out. He had mostly forgotten the horrors of earlier that day, being forced to commit unspeakable acts on an innocent young stallion… but as he entered that room, the full weight of that reality came crashing back down on him as he was awoken from his half-asleep stupor by a quiet sobbing from the inside of that nearly pitch-black room.
A deep breath bringing life back into his sleep-deprived mind filled his lungs as he puffed up his chest. He needed to face what he’d done… no matter how unwilling a participant he was. Doing his best to navigate towards the nightstand next to the bed despite the darkness in the room, he flicked on the lamp; enough to let him see, but not enough to disturb the sobbing stallion he was planning on trying to comfort. And, just as might be expected; there he was. Curled up in the fetal position, facing the wall, trembling under the covers. Night Light knew he had to be tactful, or else he’d just make himself more of an enemy than he already was.
So, slipping his boots off, and sitting on the bed with his hooves dangling off the side, he looked over to Button.
“I’m sorry. You know neither of us wanted what happened back there. If– if there was any other way…” Night Light said, doing his best to give the stallion what little cold comfort he had to offer. How long had he left Button here to cry, violated and alone?
“Y-you weren’t the one that got his virginity taken by some blue dickhead.” Button stammered out between his tears. “You raped me… I was… W-we had a deal!”
Night Light sighed and nodded. “We did… and I did my best to keep it without getting both of us killed. And you know it doesn’t make you dirty or worthless or any other thing you might have swimming in your head. And it doesn’t make you any harder to love, either.”
Button sat there, remaining silent as he stared at the wall away from Night Light. He still trembled like a leaf on a tree, but his sobbing seemed to have subsided, replaced merely by audible hyperventilating.
“You ever had anyone you liked, Button? You know, like liked?” Night Light asked. He knew it was prodding, but even outrage might get his mind off of the topic at hand.
Button, in response, silently nodded. “S-sweetie Belle. I knew her since I was a foal, and she was in the… you know. With me.”
“The freedom fighters? Don’t worry, Button. I’m not spying on you. You know enough to get me buried, that’s much more than I know to hurt anyone you care about.”
“What about you?... I hope you don’t mind, but… I noticed you have a ring mark on your hand.”
Night Light smirked at the colt’s perceptiveness, as he grabbed his own hand, twisting the empty spot where a ring remained for years. “Yeah. I had to leave her behind to do this job. You don’t get very far with a wife. I just hope she can forgive me for what I’ve already had to do.” A chill ran up his spine. This was just his first day. “And what I’m going to have to do in the future.”
Button’s breathing seemingly subsided, as he turned over to look at Night Light, “You really think you’re going to be able to beat Sombra all on your own? What makes you any different from anyone else who’s tried?”
“Because he can’t afford to kill me, not yet. He owns my sons… and they, or at least one of them, won’t be a good pet if they know he killed their father.”
“Sons? You… you mean Shining Armor and Spike? T-that means you’re…” Button said, sitting up with wide eyes.
“Twilight Sparkle’s father. Yes.” Button said, his gaze growing distant. “I’m sure your friends in the resistance talk about her a lot, right?”
“She’s kind of the obsession, especially for Ms. Rarity. She still thinks she’s alive. I don’t know about that… Er, wait-'' Button interrupted himself, realizing he was talking to her father. “I mean, she might be. You never know.”
Night Light nodded. “I try to keep my hope up, especially thanks to those statues I saw in the market. Either way, I’m a stallion with little left to lose and the world to gain. If anybody can do it, I think it’ll be me.”
“...I think you might be right.” Button said, returning back to laying down in the bed, laying under the covers. He was freshly washed in the shower in the on-suite bathroom; a perk of the position, getting to shower in private.
Night Light already felt himself starting to pass out sitting up, so he laid himself down atop the covers. Despite how tired he was, he was still mindful of Button’s state; he knew any sort of contact might make him spiral again. Plus he might just be a little bit too lazy to get under the covers… or remove his uniform. But who was keeping track? Button certainly seemed to appreciate it, as the two of them settled in for the night and drifted off to sleep.
Author's Note
Me and my co-author are sorry for the long wait, we hope we didn't kill all interest in this story :(
We hope the next few chapters will be out much faster :D
Until next time, the lads are signing off.
Also, be sure to tell us in the comments what you thought of the characters >:3
Interlude 2: Taming Shining Armor
It was a normal day for Shining Armor… as normal as things could be that is. He had just been married, to the love of his life! Who was a princess no less! It was all so overwhelming. So many good things going on in his life, it was almost crazy.
Sure, he and his wife had been rather distant ever since the wedding… which he had to admit was rather strange, but nonetheless, he was happy with his life, living in the Canterlot Palace alongside her. As he walked down the palace halls, he passed a pair of guards, overhearing their conversation, which gave him slight pause.
“Did you hear what happened up North?” One of the guards asked.
“Yeah, a giant city made of Crystal. Apparently it popped up right on top of a yak village and just erased it,” One of the guards said, a deep frown coming to his face. “You hear the other rumors too?”
“What?” The first guard replied.
“Apparently there’s this big dark cloud surrounding the place, and some of the scouts said it had a ponies face!” One of the guards cried, eyes widening. They were both silenced when Shining suddenly cleared his throat, prompting both to shut up and stare at their commander, who was looking down at them with his arms crossed behind his back.
“Don’t you stallions have work to do?” Shining asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The guards instantly jumped into a salute, before bowing to their new prince and scurrying off down the hallway, a slight smirk coming to Shining’s face. The captain-turned-prince merely chuckled and shook his head when they were gone. Still, what they had been talking about gave him pause… a city appearing out of nowhere? Clouds with pony faces? All that sounded like another threat to Equestria… something he couldn’t tolerate.
He had been there for the last two, though in limited capacity. Nightmare Moon’s sudden kidnapping of Celestia had certainly been a blow to the Equestrian Royal Guard’s prestige. And Discord was… Discord. And then there was Queen Chrysalis! That wedding had been hell! Thank Celestia he, Twilight and Cadance had managed to defeat her.
Twilight and Cadance… Shining couldn’t help but smile. His LSBFF and his wife… hah, just saying the word wife was so new to him. Ten… heck even five years ago, he never would have ever imagined him marrying and settling down. He sighed reminiscing on the past few months. Honestly? He wouldn’t change a thing.
Making his rounds, he soon arrived at the Princess’s quarters. He smiled as he went about doing his charge.
First he poked his head into Princess Celestia’s room. He frowned slightly as he found it empty, aside from a new statue of Celestia reared back with her hands covering her face… and for some reason it was made entirely of black crystal. Shining raised his eyebrow before shaking his head. He knew not to think much of it, must've been some magical artifact or something.
He quickly moved on to Princess Luna’s room. As it was daytime, he fully expected to find Luna sleeping, and so he merely was content to slowly creak the door open and peer inside to make sure Luna was ok. All he found however was an empty bed in the dark, complete with blue sheets and starry blankets, and another statue. This statue was similarly covering her face with her hands. Shining furrowed his brow… this was getting suspicious.
Shining gave a deep inhale. This was getting bad. He quickly picked up the pace, almost running to Cadance's door. If there was a statue in there too, then he’d be sure. When he arrived at the door, however, he paused in shock at what he heard. With a slow movement, he pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear exactly what was in there.
He heard moaning… Not just one voice moaning, but two. Feminine voices. He slowly creaked open the door, looking inside with dread. And what he saw drained the color from his face as betrayal covered his features.
Cadance was naked. Naked and sitting on the floor, her legs spread wide and her arms around another mare. She was leaning forward, and she was kissing a purple-coated unicorn. One he knew. It was Twilight! Twilight was naked as well, and Cadance was holding her tight, and the two were kissing, a trail of saliva connecting their lips as they parted. Shining couldn't believe his eyes, as Cadance and Twilight parted, before giggling. Sitting over them at the foot of the bed was a unicorn he had never seen before, with a coal gray coat, neon green eyes, and a black mane that danced like shadows. He had his arms crossed, watching the two make out. Despite the sapphic scene in front of him, he was fully clothed in a set of steely gray armor with silken red clothes underneath.
"Well well well, if it isn't the stallion of the hour!" the unicorn purred, standing up and sauntering over to him.
"Come, look at the 'two most important mares in your life'" he taunted. Shining couldn't stop the angry blush that came to his face as the unicorn wrapped his arm around him, pulling him in.
"What are you doing?! Get away from me!" Shining cried, pushing the unicorn away. He looked to Cadance, his eyes wide. "Cadance! What's going on!?"
Cadance looked over at him, smiling brightly and giggling. "Shining! We were wondering when you'd show up!" she said, pulling Twilight against her as the two started to rub their oozing twats against one another.
"We've been waiting for you, dear." Twilight cooed, a bright blush coming to her cheeks.
"What?!" Shining cried, stumbling back, before a shadow loomed over him, a cold hand landing on his shoulder.
"Oh Shining... we have such sights to show you." a familiar voice said, sending shivers down Shining's spine. Shining gulped, slowly looking over his shoulder. The unicorn was there. He pushed him forwards, making him land chest first on the ground. Afterwards pinning him with a firm knee on his back and grabbing him by the back of the head. His vision was jerked upwards, forced to watch his sister and wife. "Now pay attention, boy. This is what the 'love' of mares gets you."
He was forced to watch. The two mares were making out, rubbing against each other, moaning and crying. Twilight's head was tossed back as Cadance began to suck on her neck. Twilight's eyes locked onto Shining's, and he couldn't help but see the pleasure on her face, the enjoyment, the pure unbridled lust. He was forced to watch as his wife's mouth trailed down, kissing and licking every inch of his sister's body, making her cry out and squirm before eventually her tongue reached her dripping pussy. Twilight let out a loud moan, her eyes rolling back as Cadance began to eat her out, lapping at her lips.
"Oh fuck, I love her tongue so fucking much," Twilight moaned, her eyes still locked onto Shining's.
Shining tried to turn around to face Sombra but could only turn his head to side-eye him with a snarl. “You did this to them! Undo it!” he roared, his horn shimmering to life. Sombra merely responded by smirking and igniting his own. In an instant, Shining got a splitting headache that burrowed into his skull and made him cry out.
Black crystals began to form out of his horn, nullifying his spell and leaving it feeling deadened and numb. He shook his head, desperate to shake the crystals off, but it did nothing. They were there to stay.
“I assure you, I didn’t do anything to them in the slightest,” Sombra responded with a slight laugh.
Twilight spoke up again; “It isn’t very surprising to me how good she is though. She must’ve been sooo pent up having such a failure for a husband.”
“Don’t worry though,” Sombra whispered into his ear, “I’ll make everything right, especially now that your city is mine.”
“What?” Shining asked, his eyes widening. He didn’t have time to receive an answer, before Sombra’s horn glowed with baleful purple and green light, and Shining’s vision went black. The last thing he heard was Sombra’s malevolent laughter.
Shining awoke on the cold floor. The world was a blur and he found himself unable to move, his entire body feeling numb and heavy. After a moment, his vision cleared, and his eyes widened. He was in the Canterlot Throne Room, but it was different now. Braziers burned with neon green flames. It took several more moments for him to regain feeling in his arms and legs, and he quickly pulled himself up into a sitting position, desperately looking around the room.
The first thing he noticed were those statues Princess Celestia and Princess Luna standing by the throne. Except… Now he realized they weren’t merely statues, but the true sovereigns of Equestria, enthralled behind cold marble. Their faces were twisted into screams of fear as they stood frozen in black crystal. He quickly stood up, eyes wide. Then his eyes turned to the throne itself, where he saw the same unicorn stallion in the now lone throne in the throne room, staring him dead in the eyes with his head perched up on an arm and his legs crossed.
"Finally awake I see?" Sombra asked with a bemused smile. Shining could only gape, his eyes darting around the room. He turned and looked behind him, his eyes widening. The windows of the throne room were covered, and the doors were sealed shut. He quickly turned back to Sombra. It was then that noticed that in the time it took for him to scan the room and look back, Twilight and Cadance had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and were now both sitting on the arms of Sombra's throne.
"How?" Shining managed to sputter out.
Sombra let out a dark laugh. "Oh? How what? How did I take control of Canterlot? How did I conquer your wife, sister, and the princesses?"
Shining's eyes darted over to the frozen Princesses. Sombra let out a loud chuckle. "Yes. Them too. They put up a fight, but I'm the Master of Magic, and you three, and whatever sorry excuses for soldiers you had were hardly a challenge, especially for my legions." Sombra laughed.
"Legions?" Shining asked.
"Oh yes, I have an entire army under my command," Sombra said, "And it's only getting larger. Your soldiers are currently being impressed into it. It's a strenuous process for them, poor babies."
Shining hissed, rising to his hooves and raising his fists. He knew he couldn't possibly win, not against someone as powerful as this. Rage overtook him. He quickly rushed forward towards Sombra, but all it availed him was him getting frozen mid-stride by an aura of turquoise energy.
"You don't even know who I am, do you, Captain?" Sombra asked. Shining merely growled at him.
"Shining, he's talking to you." Twilight chastised, leaning against Sombra's body, pressing her cheek against his.
"Pay attention to your king " Cadance hummed, doing the same on Sombra's other side. Her horn was glowing the same color as the aura that kept Shining trapped.
Shining grit his teeth. "My name is Shining Armor. I'm Captain of the Royal Guard. You're no king of mine."
"Ohoho, no, I'm not just your king, I'm the king of all Equestria," Sombra chuckled, stepping down from his throne and approaching Shining coming to a stop in front of him. "And soon after, the world."
Shining narrowed his eyes, his teeth gritting.
"But where are my manners? I'm King Sombra," Sombra replied, smirking and leaning back. "And I'm going to give you a choice."
"Choice to?" Shining hissed, his eye twitching.
"Decide what I'm going to do to your treasonous, traitorous whores you called a sister and wife." Sombra laughed.
Twilight’s and Cadance’s eyes both widened at once. "What!?"
Sombra glanced at them and raised his hand, and the two's bodies glowed green and they were suddenly suspended in the air, their arms and legs spread eagle. "Quiet," Sombra ordered as the field of energy around him dissipated, making him fall down to his hands and knees. Sombra chuckled as Shining scrambled to his hooves, and turned to face him.
"Now, as I was saying. I'm going to give you a choice. How should I deal with them?" Sombra asked, glancing between the two.
"Deal with us?" Twilight asked, her eyes widening.
"We're your loyal subjects!" Cadance added.
"Are you though?" Sombra smirked. "After you betrayed your past rulers so willingly, I have little mind to spare you or accept your loyalty. Besides, I've always preferred stallion's to mares."
That made Shining's eyes widen slightly. Sombra glanced back at him, his smirk becoming a warm and genuine smile.
"So, choose. How should they be punished?"
Shining swallowed the lump in his throat.
“You promised us! You promised us we would be made duchesses! That we could get married without Celestia or that cuck getting involved!” Cadance shrieked, thrashing against her magical restraints..
Shining didn’t know what to do or where to go from there… he merely stared ahead until finally, he growled to Sombra. “Do to them, what you did to Celestia and Luna!” He roared.
Sombra smirked, turning back to them. Twilight and Cadance both let out a loud shriek of surprise.
"No, please! Shining, why are you doing this!?" Twilight cried.
"You don't have to do this! We can have the life we've always wanted, we can-" Cadance cried out, only for her words to be cut off by Sombra’s booming voice.
"Silence!" he shouted, and the two fell silent. They stared at him, their wide eyes brimming with unfettered terror.
Shining couldn't help the smirk that came to his face.
Sombra walked over to them, gently running his hand across the marble flesh of the two. "Beautiful, aren't they?"
And then the adrenaline and feeling of vitriol wore off. Shining Armor fell to his knees, tears coming to his eyes. What had he done?! He had condemned his wife, his sister, his friends, his home, his people, to this fate.
Sombra turned back to Shining, his smirk falling. Struck by a look of contemplation, realization, and finally… empathy of all things. The king cringed slightly, walking down from the throne before coming to a stop above Shining. "You... have my sympathies, Shining."
Shining's head whipped up, his eyes wide.
"I've taken everything you have," Sombra stated. "But if you want, I can give you a second chance, and a way to keep what's left."
Shining stared up at him. He suddenly felt a new feeling of... sudden lust take over him. A feeling he hadn't felt for a stallion before in his life, but staring at Sombra like this inexplicably made him horny, he couldn't explain it in the slightest.
"Be my consort, Shining."
Sombra smiled as he put his arms behind his back and observed the nude form of Shining Armor, who was currently talking to himself as he stood on shaky legs, his eyes wide open as he stared blankly ahead at an empty doorway. Sombra's nightmare doorway. Though in this case, Sombra was using it for something else, beyond exposing a hapless pony to their worst fears.
"I-I've always had feelings for stallions," Shining said. "It was... taboo, but I knew my feelings were true, and the only stallion I've ever loved is the one I'm looking at right now."
Sombra's smirk widened. He was so good at this.
"I-I don't know why I feel like this, but... I'm ok with this." Shining continued.
"That's wonderful, Shining," Sombra reassured the doubts he saw niggling in the stallion’s mind..
Shining nodded his head and let out a nervous sigh. Doubtlessly he was now submitting to Sombra in whatever dream he was in. Soon his memories would be replaced with a new wonderful selection of beautiful fairytales of love between the two of them, and Shining would be a loyal slave to him. Shining had no clue that his will was being completely and totally destroyed.
Sombra gently put a hand on either one of Shining's shoulders from behind, gingerly bending him over slightly. "And now, Shining Armor, you will take the first step into a whole new life. Just relax, and let your desires be sated."
Slowly, Sombra hot dogged his rod between Shining's cheeks, casting a spell to lube himself up as he tightened his grip on Sombra's shoulders.
"Just relax and be mine."
And with a push, he was inside. Shining cried out, but Sombra didn't stop. Slowly. he pushed his way inside. He moaned softly as his hips met with Shining's. Then he began to pull back out, only to thrust back in, and begin a rhythm.
"Just give in, and all of your worries and concerns will be gone."
He kept going, fucking the poor stallion in front of him with growing abandon until Shining's legs gave way. Suddenly on his hands and knees moaning like a trained bitch as Sombra had his way with him.
"Yes, oh yes, fuck me, please," Shining panted between moans.
Sombra laughed before reaching his hand down and wrapping his hand around Shining's shaft, slowly stroking it in time with his thrusts. He was thick and domineering. Sombra wasn’t sure if he liked that or not. Whether he’d make him a dickslave or perhaps atrophy it into something cuter… only time would tell.
"I'm the only one left who could ever give you this pleasure, and you know that, don't you? Everyone else you've ever loved has betrayed you. It's just me you can trust now, my pet."
"Y-yes, you're right. Only you can give me what I need!" Shining cried as his mind embraced its new reality.
Sombra grinned before leaning down and kissing Shining's neck, causing him to moan. It was the kiss that sent Shining Armor over the edge. With a cry of ecstasy, the former prince came like his king had pressed a button. Rope after rope of cum fell on the crystal floor below him, with no sign of stopping in sight. Sombra, however, was still going.
"Who's a good little whore, Shining?"
"I-I am! I'm your good little whore!" Shining cried, tears coming to his eyes from the pleasure.
"Louder," Sombra ordered, his strokes coming to a stop as his hand instead cupped Shining's balls.
"I'm a good little whore!" Shining shouted, "I'm a good little whore!"
"And whose dick are you gonna be sucking from now on?"
"Yours, Master Sombra, only yours!"
"And who are you going to be serving?"
"Only you, Master, I swear!"
"And will you betray me like they betrayed you?"
"Never! Never, I'm your loyal, subservient little bitch, forever and always!"
Sombra grinned and gave his balls a gentle squeeze. That was enough to push him over the edge. His cock throbbed and flared inside of his newfound property… And then, Sombra was cumming inside the other stallion. He Shining’s orbs a firm tug, which triggered shining Shining to release again, the two moaning and crying out together.
Sombra gave Shining's balls a final squeeze before releasing them, and then slowly pulled out of Shining, causing him to moan as he felt the ridges scrape against his ruined bitchhole, which was now dripping cum.
Sombra walked around and stood in front of Shining, putting his hoof on his head, pressing him into the floor. Shining's tongue lolled out unconsciously, his eyes still on the doorway. Then, finally, Sombra bent down…
And locked a collar around his neck.
Author's Note
Sorry for the wait, but we got a new chapter out! Woot woot!
