Gilda's Empire

Chapters

The Crown Prince
The Prisoner
The Concubine
The Empress

The Crown Prince

"All hail Queen Gilda!"

With the mighty cry from the court assembled, every griffon and pony took their seats in the throne room of the Crystal Palace. Standing before the throne was Prince Glint, the young chick having grown to a big, tall, and handsome griffon man with every bit his father's good looks and every bit his mother's size and power. Beside the throne was King Consort Shining Armor, dressed in little more than a codpiece that only emphasized his prodigious endowments rather than provide modesty, depicting the length of his shaft and the rounds of his family jewels in detailed curves, his handsome form very much eye candy, befitting his role. Everyone knew that the King Consort's role was solely to provide pleasure and eggs to the Queen; nothing more. And on the throne at the head of it all was the mighty griffon queen herself, Gilda. Despite her vast wealth and power, her royal wardrobe was similarly scant, wearing a purple silken dress with gold patterns that tied around the neck to display her heaving breasts and cleavage, slitted up the thighs to flaunt her great, sturdy thighs. The queen didn't seem to own a garment that had sleeves, leaving her wings bare to flare behind her while also making every muscle of her huge arms visible with each little movement as she looked down at her son with quiet satisfaction.

Eighteen years. It had been eighteen years since the Crystal Empire had changed forever, since Shining Armor's scandalous infidelity to his former wife, the birth of Prince Glint with his mistress, and then the historic Equestria Games where Gilda claimed three gold medals for heavyweight lifting, Shining Armor divorced the former Princess Cadance, and Gilda was crowned Queen of the Crystal Empire by marriage to the King Consort, and Griffonstone assumed control of the province. While many Equestrians were hesitant to accept the change at first, with Princess Twilight's encouragement, ponies had come to see the Crystal Empire as a place where they could enjoy a very different kind of life from the one they knew in Equestria. Griffonstone's laws and culture were much more lax than Equestria's, and many ponies were drawn to a lifestyle that was more open-minded, physical, and even sexual.

Queen Gilda had set the standard with her claiming and domination of King Consort Shining Armor, and Griffonstone capitalized on it. They had altered the path of the royal bloodline to pass from Gilda rather than Shining Armor, and had cut out Cadance and even Flurry Heart from the official lineage. Shining Armor's daughter was still an alicorn princess, and had grown into a lovely young mare at that, but Glint was the official heir to the throne now despite his half-sister being a few months older. Griffons had taken these changes and blatant endorsements of their power to heart, and had moved to the Crystal Empire en masse. Now, they mixed with the crystal ponies freely, and according to griffon customs, claimed mates freely as well. Just as with Queen Gilda, griffons believed that no laws or mere social custom could protect the sanctity of one's relationships; only pure might could do that. As a result, in the two decades since her coronation, many griffons had made their way into pony marriages, inserting themselves as dominant third parties between couples or even stealing spouses entirely with their superior strength and ferocity. Over the years, many ponies had come to accept the griffon ways, and a surprising amount of ponies had come to enjoy the dynamics themselves, not unlike their former Princess of Love.

That was reflected in the composition of those gathered in the courtroom. Many crystal ponies were there, but there were just as many griffons mixed in, with their arms around their pony sex pets and side pieces, groping butts or teasing the lesser mates before falling silent as the griffon herald called court to order. Despite the griffons' famous rowdy nature, even they felt the weight of this momentous occasion. Queen Gilda had been a powerful leader these past many years, uncompromising and unapologetic in her fight for griffon pride, culture, and place within Equestria. But no ruler was eternal, and while Gilda was still more than young enough to have several decades of rule left in her, eventually she would need to be succeeded. Prince Glint was, up until this point, too young to make judgment on his capacity as a potential ruler of this new griffon province, but now it was his eighteenth birthday. He was officially and adult, and he was to be crowned the next ruler of the Crystal Empire, and a true royal lineage would be established when he was. It was nothing short of history in the making for the fledgling prince and Empire, and every griffon and pony lucky enough to be in the throne room when it was happening knew they were seeing history in progress.

The herald spoke again in his booming voice, dressed in his burnished gold armor, "Good citizens of the Crystal Empire! Today we honor our great Queen Gilda, and honor her legacy by crowning her bloodline, his highness, Prince Glint, scion of the King Consort's loins, as the official heir to the throne of the Crystal Empire!"

Glint knelt, and Queen Gilda stood, tall and imposing above him, seeming to have grown only larger and more powerful with age and long rule. "My firstborn son," she addressed him. By now, the citizens of the Crystal Empire had grown accustomed to her decidedly informal manner of speaking as she continued, "You've really managed to grow up into quite the impressive griffon man. I'm proud of you. In our homeland of Griffonstone, we would honor you with a traditional manhood ceremony, but here in the Empire, I suppose we'll have to make do with a crown." She smirked as she said this, and the herald brought forth the beautiful golden crown that had been made for him. Briefly adopting a more formal tone of speech, Gilda said as she placed the crown upon Glint's head, "I, Queen Gilda of the Crystal Empire, do hereby crown my son, Prince Glint, as my rightful successor, and recognize his manhood and place as the official Crown Prince of the Crystal Empire."

The crowd clapped and cheered, with griffons whistling and cawing loudly in their usual uproarious way. Glint puffed his chest out, big and proud, as he turned and looked over the crowd. He saw the tall, strong griffons looking at him with approval and pride, and the weaker ponies admiring him, naturally submitting to his authority. Behind him, he felt his mother's gaze, the role model that had shaped everything about him with her raw strength and drive. He also felt his father's watchful eye on his back, but he felt little when he saw his father; he may have been the fruit of the King Consort's loins, but Shining Armor was a pony, and had always looked to him like little more than a toy for his mother's enjoyment, especially since he was always mostly-naked, than anyone he would consider a parent to be respected. As a pony, his father was little more than a cock for his mother and the pair of balls he had sprung from.

Not unlike the other ponies he saw sitting in the front row. Princess Flurry Heart, as his half-sister also sprung from his father's loins, had remained in the palace, and the two had virtually grown up together as siblings. Flurry Heart stood with her biological mother, the alicorn Cadance, but she hadn't called her "mother" in years. Gilda was her father's wife and Queen, closer to a mother than the pink alicorn, who was really more like a nanny to her. Glint saw the submissive, earnest way that Cadance looked at the royal family, so pleased to have been put in her place so long ago; it was no secret that she still frequently got off to the sight and sound of Gilda fucking her former husband. To him, that look was a reminder of the ponies' place. And he couldn't help but see the beginning gleams of that loving gaze in Princess Flurry Heart's eyes when she looked upon him. His own sister, so bright, young, and eager to take her place in the world, even if she hadn't found it yet. But Glint knew where she belonged.

"Thank you, mother," Glint spoke aloud to the crowd, his voice as handsome as his face and sounding much more like a prince than his mother. "I am honored to accept this position with the rights and responsibilities it entails. But today, I am more than a Prince. Today is my eighteenth birthday, which means that according to the customs of our people and homeland in Griffonstone, I am a man now. And as a man, it is my right to claim a mate as I desire. And I do desire to exercise that privilege here today, and claim my first mate." A murmur ran through the crowd, excited and curious. No one expected Prince Glint to take such charge of his new position so quickly, but the idea that their prince would claim a mate immediately intrigued them. They could only wonder who it would be, and Glint continued, "I have chosen a pony mare to make my own, to be the vessel of my own pleasure, the outlet of my natural male urges, and the mother of my own heirs. I have decided to claim none other than Princess Flurry Heart as my own female!"

A gasp rippled through from the crowd, and all eyes turned to the alicorn princess. She blushed, red showing through on her white cheeks, only partially obscured by the ringlets of her multicolored curls. She hadn't expected this at all, but already she was feeling warm and excited at the very idea, mixed with her great surprise and confusion. She didn't know what to say as Prince Glint descended the steps to go out to her, a broad, magnanimous, handsome grin on his face. She looked to her father, sitting on the throne, and he merely smiled and nodded his assent. She looked at her mother, and the queen grinned fiercely.

"Your own sister, eh?" Gilda said the quiet part out loud and very bluntly. "Very well, Prince Glint. She has no other males to possibly lay claim to her, so unless some foolish pony wants to challenge you for her hand this moment, then the matter is settled. Princess Flurry Heart will be your first mate."

Glint took her hands in his, and she gasped to look up at him. He was technically her younger brother, but he was so much taller, stronger, handsome and confident, that it hardly felt that way at all. She felt safe in his grasp, beneath his gaze, and she couldn't deny that the mere thought of what this meant sent a tingle through her body like she had never felt before. No one asked her consent; Prince Glint merely nodded and said, "Very well. I will claim her this day and make her my own!"

Another cheer and a thunderous round of applause sounded for several seconds as Prince Glint made clear exactly the sort of prince he planned to be for the griffons of the Crystal Empire: he was a red-blooded griffon man through and through, just as they had hoped. Only when it began to die down did Queen Gilda say, "Why don't you two take some time? I'm sure you have a lot to discuss before you start bumping uglies." Even though she was talking about her own son, she still grinned with a self-satisfied fierceness.

"Very well. Thank you, Mother," Prince Glint replied. Before Flurry Heart could even say anything, Glint had swept her up in his strong arms and carried her out of the throne room. She turned to watch it go, seeing the face of Cadance weeping tears of joy and waving to her, her father beaming with pride, and her mother watching with approval before turning to look up at her new mate, her brother, the handsome Prince Glint.

Flurry Heart expected Glint to carry her right off to his bedroom, but was instead surprised to find him carrying her down the palace and outside to the hedge maze garden. The Crystal Palace didn't originally have a hedge maze, but after Queen Gilda had seen the one in Canterlot, she decided that she wanted one for her palace as well.

Glint insisted on carrying Flurry Heart as they entered, and she didn't object. Wrapping her slender arms around his neck and feeling the strength in his frame was a treat she didn't want to end just yet. The throne room had been so busy and loud with raucous, cheering griffons, but out here it was peaceful and beautiful, sprigs of crystal berries sprouting up along the hedges, the occasional crystal blossom, or even a jeweled butterfly passing by. Everyone had been staring at her after Glint's claim in the throne room, but out here the two could finally be alone together.

"Do you remember how often we used to play hide and seek out here?" Glint broke the silence when he spoke up suddenly, his voice calm and collected, the sounds blending perfectly with the wind in the leaves and the faint birdsong.

"Just about every day, I think," Flurry said with a smile. "I remember you were never very good at it."

"I remember you cheating," he replied. "You would use your magic to turn yourself invisible, and then we'd argue about the rules the rest of the morning until the maids called us for lunch."

"I don't recall any such thing," Flurry said primly, feigning indignance. "It's bad manners to accuse a princess of cheating, you know."

"It's worse manners to cheat," Glint cut back with a smirk on his beak.

There was a longer bout of silence as he carried her around a corner of the maze, and another, the loudest sound his footsteps in the grass.

"All of that feels like ages ago..." Flurry muttered, resting her head on his strong chest. "What happened? We used to be inseparable. Best friends. Brother and sister."

Glint gave a soft sigh and replied, "A lot of things. We grew up, and our duties and expectations changed. I was raised to be a griffon prince, but you were raised to be a pony princess. You spent years with Celestia and Luna and Twilight to learn manners and pony history and the arts, while I went away to Griffonstone and studied griffon culture and history and war."

"We barely even wrote to each other..." Flurry Heart whined softly. "I just don't know what changed. The distance was no reason for us to grow so far apart."

"Well, puberty happened, mostly," Glint answered offhandedly. He took another couple of turns, his feet moving automatically, knowing the way through the maze by heart.

Flurry looked up at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I can't speak for you," Glint began, "But as soon as my balls dropped, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Your breasts were developing and suddenly everything about you, the way you spoke and moved and smelled overwhelmed me. I couldn't stop thinking about you, wanting you, imagining myself claiming you. I touched myself countless times to the fantasy. I was just so completely, unbearably horny for you, Flurry..."

Flurry Heart thought she would never get used to the intense and often blunt ways that griffons spoke of things, the complete lack of shame Glint had when he confessed to such raw, sexual feelings, and managed to sound like a regal prince all the while. She had never heard him use such words with her ever before in her life, but now that he was, she felt the first blossoms of heat blooming within her. Lowering her gaze from his face, she replied softly, "It was hard for me too. When we were children, I used to dream about getting married to you. They were childish fantasies, but even after we grew up, I never really let them ago. I suppose a part of me always wanted this. I'd be lying to say that I didn't..."

"I know," Glint said confidently. "I've always known that my feelings weren't one-sided. That this marriage was inevitable and that our bodies were meant to be together." He paused to give a soft, yet tense sigh. "I've been waiting for this day for a very long time."

"But..." Flurry interjected, "Glint, we're not children anymore. Don't you see?" She looked up at him, worry in her big blue eyes. "We're brother and sister, for you to claim me like this... it isn't right. We're also prince and princess. Even if Mother permits it, what would the rest of the world say? I think Princess Twilight would be very uncomfortable with the idea, and heaven knows the rest of Equestria will think of griffons everywhere as crude, incestuous brutes!"

"I don't care," Glint said firmly. "If the rest of the world has a problem, then they can answer to me. I am crown prince, and one day I will be king. They wouldn't dare criticize me in such a manner, and I won't suffer cowards who don't have the balls to make such comments to my face. They will come to respect my strength, and who I claim as a mate will be none of their concern." He looked down and stroked Flurry Heart's mane gently, his expression still stern. "You and I know that this is our fate, our destiny as plain as any cutie mark. We have felt it since we were children. Even now, we want it. I won't wait any longer." Glint leaned down and kissed Flurry Heart firmly, his beak parting against her lips, the tips of their tongues meeting, and Flurry felt her heart skip a beat, and her breath leave her lungs, a dizzy feeling swirling in her head. He parted from her and said softer, yet even more intensely, "This is my right as a griffon male to claim you, to take your body for my pleasure and to slake my lusts with you. I know you want this as well, even if you won't bear to admit it, but I won't let your hesitation stop me. One way or another, dear sister, I am going to have you today. Your only choice is whether or not to accept it, or to resist in futility."

The weight of what Glint was saying frightened Flurry Heart a bit, and she knew he meant every word, that he would claim her virginity by force if he had to in order to get what he wanted. But more than the twinge of fear in her heart, she felt a stronger surge of heat in her gut, spreading through her body. She felt an excitement, a quickening in her blood, and for possibly the first time, she felt a true awakening in her loins, a throbbing heat and a flush of wetness like nothing she'd ever experienced before. For the prim and proper princess, always kept safe and out of danger, the idea that Glint might force her beneath him, might pin her down and have her, might even... rape her... It was a danger she'd never been close to feeling before, an excitement she'd never imagined before, and a side of her dear brother she'd never seen before, yet only intrigued her more.

"I... I won't," she admitted to him. "It is your right, I won't stop you." Flurry shuddered, even as she consented, thinking of what he just said, looking up at him and thinking now that he looked bigger, stronger, and more frightening than ever. He'd always been her cute, fluffy, sweet little brother, but now she realized that at some point he'd grown into a huge, powerful, terrifying griffon man and she'd never noticed until now. "I just never realized you could be so strong, so... forceful, that your desires were so powerful. I couldn't stop you anyway, even if I tried." She shuddered again, feeling her loins pulse, her fingers tightening as she gripped the feathers on the back of his neck. "As a pony mare, it's not my place to fight you. You can... do as you want with me."

"I know," Glint said simply. He rounded the corner, and the two came upon the crystal fountain at the center of the hedge maze. The structure had been sculpted from a natural outcropping into the shape of the Queen and King consort, nude, the Queen carrying the battle standard of the Empire as she stood overtop Shining Armor, kneeling submissively with an arm wrapped around her thigh, an egg in his grasp. It was a sight both of them had seen plenty of times before, but now took on a whole new meaning, as the two knew they were about to reproduce in flesh the dynamic that had been carved from crystal before them. The edge of the fountain was broad and sloping, certainly wide enough for two bodies to lay together, and against that edge is precisely where Glint laid Flurry Heart.

She gasped softly when she felt his sharp talons stroking through her hair again, tracing along her ears and neck. She couldn't stop shaking, quaking with arousal and anticipation at what was to come, her virginity claimed at last, a day she had both feared and hotly anticipated for many years now. "Glint..." was all she managed to whisper.

Glint looked down at her with a stern affection, a gaze that was both familiar and brotherly, loving, but also hungry, finally allowing his potent lust to show through on his face, looking at her as an object for his pleasure. The look only made Flurry Heart's mouth feel dry, squirming underneath the weight of it. "At last..." Glint muttered back. He dipped his face lower, and Flurry exhaled when she felt his beak tweak and nibble at her, moving down to kiss along her jaw. His weight lowered on top of her, and it was finally happening. Glint had launched straight into foreplay, and they both knew sex was soon to come.

Flurry wrapped her arms around his back, feeling along the muscles toward his strong wings as they flared out behind him, gasping and sighing as the kisses came hotter and faster. His arms wrapped around her own back, enfolding her completely against him, clutching her tight before he kissed her again on the lips, his tongue probing further inside. More now, she could feel his lust, his pure desire to explore and take her body for his own, his talons digging into her back from over the fabric of her dress, his grunts of satisfaction as he pushed her into the firm makeout.

Glint's blood pumped strong and hot as well, the culmination of all of his adolescent desires coming to fruition at last. He had been courtly and soft with her, but now was the time to be a griffon. He had been trained well in Griffonstone, grown accustomed to the rough and forceful ways griffons were with their mates, and now he was finally getting to act on those instincts. Flurry's powerlessness to stop him only made his desire for her stronger. As he shoved his tongue into her mouth, feeling her whimper and suck on it, he reached up to grip at her breast, her boobs young and perky and big, and he grunted back with pleasure through the makeout. She didn't put a hand on his wrist to stop him, and he squeezed and groped her as he pleased, feeling the perky nipple already hard beneath the fabric. He wanted more, so he took it, yanking down the top of her dress and exposing her breasts to the open air of the hedge garden, her pink nubs hard as could be, releasing the kiss to admire them as she gasped. Then, he plunged lower, licking at her nipple, hearing her huff and groan at the electric sensation. With each advance further upon her, Glint knew he could do whatever he pleased with her, felt instinctively that while she was his dear sister, now she was nothing more than a mare, a tool to satisfy his aching cock.

After a lifetime of holding himself back, being restrained by his age and expectations of decorum, having to act the part of the prince so as not to compromise his mother's image or the image of their kingdom, now he was finally free to shed all of that to give in to his basest, male instincts. He ground his hips against Flurry Heart's, groaning at the erection straining against his clothes and feeling her writhe against him, hearing her moan for him. He'd never wanted to take something, someone like this before, to overpower and dominate, to conquer and relish in his own unbridled strength. But now, at last, he could.

Flurry Heart wanted him, that much he could feel in the way her fingers squeezed him, the way her legs parted for him so easily, but her invitation didn't matter as much as her inability to stop him. His possession of her didn't come from the offer of herself; it came from his right to fuck her as he pleased, as a prince, a griffon, and a male. He fully intended to exercise that right. With her dress pulled half down and her breasts bared to him, the rest of the garment shredded easily in his talons, split in two with a mighty rip and a gasp from her. His beak snaked between her cleavage, his tongue lavishing her body before reaching her panties, gripping them in his beak and tugging them down her thighs, tossing her underwear aside to leave her naked under the sun before him, exposing her tight, young, wet pussy, ready for him.

His heart pounded in his chest, and Glint stood to behold his prize. Flurry looked up at him, helpless beneath him, her heart beating fast as well. Glint would restrain himself no longer. He quickly discarded his clothes, starting with his top to give his wings room to spread and bare his muscles to her, firm with youthful vigor and his years of griffon military training. Flurry only shrunk back, intimidated to see just how big and strong his arms were, the muscles of his chest and stomach, to see so clearly just how much weaker she was than him. But he wasn't done yet. He gripped his pants, unfastened the button, and yanked them down.

"Celestia...!" Flurry Heart gasped when she saw Glint's cock spring out for the first time. The pink shaft looked like some cross between a pony and another beast entirely, with a rounded head but the bulge of a thick knot at the base, set above a pair of plump white balls no doubt churning with young, virile seed. But her shock wasn't just at the fierce shape, but the size! "It's huge...!" The two both knew where the prince's impressive endowment had come from - they had both seen their father's stallionhood plenty of times - and Glint was no doubt every bit the fruit of Shining Armor's loins. His pink manhood pulsed in the open air, long and thick, perhaps even approaching a foot in length, oozing precum that gleamed in the sunlight. Flurry shrunk back when she really took in just how big it was, shaking her head and saying, "It's too big, I don't think-"

Glint pounced on her with a yelp. He would hear none of it. Her naked body was laid out before him, ripe for the taking, and his cock was ready to claim its plunder. He grabbed her roughly in his talons, flipping her over, shoving her and bending her over the rim of the fountain, a head firmly gripping her mane and holding her upper body down while his other talons grabbed her tail and yanked upward. Flurry Heart cried out in pain at the tugging, but soon Glint had her in the proper position to be fucked and bred; bent over, head down, rump up, presenting her wet, fertile pussy to him. Her backside was perfect, heart-shaped with just the right amount of softness to plunge into. He licked his beak as his cock gave a mighty throb. It was time.

"Wait-!' Flurry Heart gasped again, but Glint ignored her. He was not slow or gentle or sweet; he was a predator sinking his fangs into his prey at last. He took his position behind her and lined himself up swiftly, and in one fierce motion, shoved every last inch of his big, long dick into Flurry Heart's pussy. "Glint-!" she cried out, her body wracked with a sharp pain, but Glint only hissed, tossing his head back in bliss as he felt his knot slam wetly against her labia, his shaft clamped down tightly by her hot, virginal sex. The pleasure was incredible, indescribable. He'd imagined what it would feel like to finally fuck a pussy for years now, but all of his wildest fantasies couldn't have prepared him for how rapturously good it actually felt, how deeply satisfying and right it felt to be a male claiming this weaker, softer, tight, fertile female beneath him, to feel her pussy yield to his invading cock. Her back arched and her eyes shot open wide at the rough intrusion, but Glint gave her no time to recover, immediately launching into a rough pace, fucking her hard and fast beneath his mother's watchful gaze.

"Yes...!" he growled at her, his hips slamming into hers, stuffing her and gripping her tightly. "Yes, you are mine! Mine!" His ears pounded, his wings fluttered, and his tail whipped about with frenzied motion as he fucked his big sister, hearing her cry out for him, pain turning into pleasure, her body his for the taking. The ecstasy of it pumped through every vein, his balls tightening, wanting nothing more than to breed this fertile mare, to take every bit of his sister's body as he could, to truly claim her as his mate once and for all.

When Flurry Heart's posture flagged, and it seemed like she might not be able to hold herself up under the force of his brutal fucking, Glint removed his hand from her mane to grab at her horn, yanking her head up, forcing her back to arch slightly and stay upright so he could lay into her tight pussy. Flurry had no idea her horn was so sensitive, or perhaps it was the overwhelming dominance and violence of the act she responded to, feeling so perfectly helpless, like Glint might snap her horn off if she tried to resist him at all. A part of her body was convinced that if Glint really was raping her, this would be exactly what it would feel like. The other part of her body was in utter bliss, an electric, white-hot pleasure running through her veins like nothing she'd ever felt before. Years and countless nights of playing with herself or stuffing vegetables up her young lips hadn't produced a fraction of the sheer, raw pleasure Glint's cock pounded into her, and as he fucked her, raped her, she was certain now that she loved every second of it. "Celestia, I'm cumming!" she wailed.

Glint felt it too, and he only pounded harder, wanting the last of his shaft inside of her, enveloped in that hot, tight embrace. He needed to knot her, his instincts demanded it, and he didn't care if it hurt or if he stretched her open to do it. When she announced her impending climax, he tightened his grip on her horn, yanked her tail back in time with his breakneck thrusts, shoving his knot against the wet, pliant folds of her labia until he felt some give. Then he planted himself hard against them, grinding into her, thrusting when he was already to the depths in her hard, harder, rocking her body with each pump of his hips, trying to force his knot into her while she squealed in pain and bliss again and again, harder, harder, as hard as he could until there was a mighty pop!

White-hot light flooded Glint's vision, and stars erupted in his brain. His knot was the most sensitive part of his shaft of all, and feeling it at last buried deep inside of a tight, hot cunt that he owned was the last bit of pleasure he needed to be sent into the throes of a truly mind-numbing orgasm the likes of which he'd never felt before. He didn't hear his beak open and erupt in a raucous, ecstatic shriek, or feel his head toss back and his body go lax, he lost all control of his hips and legs trying desperately to plunge even a single bit deeper into the perfect, wet flesh. All he felt was the rapid onset of his climax, his knot swelling up like a balloon and his balls clenching tight before erupting, flooding Flurry Heart's womb with his young, potent seed. The mare shuddered and went limp beneath him and he stood, locked inside of her, suspended in drooling bliss of utter perfection.

This... So this was sex? Glint knew now, from the moment he lost all control and felt his balls pump out that first rope of hot sperm into Flurry Heart, that he liked sex. Yes, he liked sex very much, indeed.

When he came to, it was partly from the natural plateau of his orgasm, and partly from the sound of male voices behind him, accompanied by the clank of metal: a couple of guards. "Prince Glint! We heard-" they started before stopping dead in their tracks when they rounded the corner and saw their prince, naked and knotted inside Princess Flurry Heart, clearly mere moments after a truly rapturous orgasm. Flurry tried to shrink and shy away, but Glint held her firmly in place, still knotted deep inside of her. The griffon guards began to fumble, trying to explain themselves, "My apologies, Prince Glint, we thought that there was some sort of danger, and we-"

"Save your excuses," Glint interrupted them between his deep breaths, his body tired and sweaty after the ordeal.

"We truly had no idea that you were having sex, Your Highness, or we would never-"

"No need for such shame," Glint interrupted again. He caught his breath a little more, stroking Flurry Heart's mane, feeling her pussy clench around his knot as he hissed in pleasure. Then, he said, "It is my right to claim my own mate as I please. But... I think the princess and I shall be here a while longer. I did cum, yet I am not yet satisfied. Why don't you two make yourself useful, and see to it that I am not disturbed until I'm finished? Understand?"

"Yes, Your Highness!" they responded before leaving to stand their post in the center of the hedge maze.

Flurry Heart turned her head to look up at Glint, still shuddering with the lingering tremors of her own climax. "Glint..." she whimpered. "That was... incredible..."

He nodded with his own satisfaction. "It was. Better than I ever could have imagined."

"You were so powerful and forceful, you even... seeded me, without asking, just took me!" Flurry said, but it was clear in her voice that she was swooning, rather than admonishing. "I never knew you could be so strong, so dominant like that! I felt like you were forcing yourself on me, and..."

"And you liked that?" he said with a smirk. Flurry nodded timidly, and Glint hissed as his knot throbbed inside of her as a response, Flurry gasping slightly as well. "Good, good... There will certainly be more where that came from," he said. He leaned forward, looking down over her, stroking along her back with a talon before adding softly, "I love you, Flurry Heart."

"Oh, Glint...!" Flurry Heart gasped, feeling her heart well up with joyful emotion, tears staining her eyes. "I love you too! I always have! I'm... I'm so happy right now!"

"Well then," Glint started, but before he finished, he held Flurry Heart down tightly before yanking his knot out of her all at once with a louder pop, his cock shining with the wet stains of their combined fluids as she yelped in pain and pleasure again, slumping to the base of the fountain. "I can feel my stamina returning, but even after one climax, I still feel lust in my loins." Flurry Heart watched as he moved over to a bench, took a seat, and spread his legs. He stared fiercely at her before demanding, "Come. I want to know what it's like to have my cock sucked."

Just as before, Flurry Heart felt her body leap to respond eagerly to his demanding dominance. "Yes, of course..." she complied, crawling over to him.

Glint sighed, looking up at the blue, peaceful sky as he felt his mare clamber between his legs and start eagerly sucking his dick. He merely placed his talons in her mane, relaxed, and basked in the pleasure of his very first blowjob, knowing there would be many, many more to come.

Shining Armor crashed through the door to the royal chambers, pushed through by Queen Gilda, hurried along to the bed where he was thrown back on the mattress, the horny griffoness right on his heels. "C'mon, cockmeat. Just because I'm not putting your nuts to work today doesn't mean you get any time off," Gilda taunted him.

"Of course, mistress!" Shining Armor complied. She didn't even bother to close the door, pouncing onto the bed and crawling up the mattress, stripping off her dress, shedding it like skin until Shining Armor was left pinned by the giant, powerful, naked griffoness. His codpiece was the only garment he owned nowadays, and they had devised that the thin section of chains that held it up should snap off for moments like this, when Gilda wanted to tear it off of him to access his loins. They flopped out before her, freed from the metal confines sculpted perfectly to house his manhood, and Gilda beheld them with relish. Over the years of constant milking and spurned by the change of Shining's cutie mark - the first ever in recorded Equestrian history - his genitals had only grown larger. His cock showed slow but steady growth, about an inch ever few years or so, having gained about six since Glint's birth, but his balls had really swelled up, past apples and perhaps even grapefruits, too big for Gilda to palm and too big for Shining Armor to sit with closed legs. Gilda liked that. "Those balls are the only thing worth showing off about you," she'd always tease him. Shining Armor liked it too.

Gilda immediately took his big, meaty shaft in her beak and slathered it with a long lick up the entire length, now large enough to be something nearly monstrous, certainly too big for any sane mare to find appealing or want to shove inside of her, but Gilda always loved a challenge. "You must be awfully proud of yourself," Gilda remarked.

Shining Armor sat up on his elbows, looking down at his wife as she stroked and licked him to full erection, her tail swishing behind her, pleased and playful. This was how most of their conversations as a couple occurred; over sex. Shining couldn't remember the last time he'd had a serious conversation with Gilda where he wasn't being pushed to climax. Although to be fair, he could hardly remember any moment with Gilda where he wasn't being pushed to climax. After he groaned in pleasure, he replied, "Our son was crowned heir to the throne, and took his first mate. What father wouldn't be proud?"

Gilda smirked with a cocky laugh. "Even if that mate is your daughter?" She pumped Shining Armor's dick, feeling it throb to full hardness in her grip.

The stallion hissed in delighted response. "All the more reason to be proud. My daughter has the finest man in the land as a mate. I know she and Glint will be very happy."

Gilda was already lapping up precum drooling from Shining Armor's pulsing flare, groaning back with relish. "You're such a stupid pony," she growled back. "I'm just happy the boy's finally acting like a man and getting his dick wet for once. About damn time."

Shining Armor just smiled down at his wife. "I know it's a lot of pressure off your shoulders. Knowing that the Empire's in good hands? You did a good job," he said. "Plus, it'll take some pressure off the other kids, knowing that they don't have to worry about the throne or succession. I think they're happy just getting to enjoy the benefits of a royal lineage."

Gilda rolled her eyes. "Just shut up already, cockmeat. Make yourself useful." She heaved her massive tits in her hands and slapped them down onto Shining Armor's lap, the huge breasts having only grown bigger after years of eggs and chicks. "They're starting to get sore again after weaning the last chick. Fuck 'em for me, and do a good job."

"Yes, mistress," Shining Armor replied with a gleam of excitement in his eyes. He sat up and slid forward to the edge of the bed, his cock enveloped almost completely by Gilda's heaving rack, but with his greater size, his shaft managed to peak through the cleavage, nearly jabbing Gilda in the chin. He felt a rush through him as she took her tits in her hands and squeezed, his cock pressed in by the soft warmth of her breasts, surrounded completely, stroked and pleasured before he'd even started.

He thrust his hips upward, watching his cock slide through her breast meat, the flesh rippling as he plowed against it, the rivulets of milk already starting to flow, released by the pressure on her tits. Shining Armor groaned in familiar bliss; no matter how many times he did this, each time was just as incredible as the last. This had been his reality for the last eighteen years, more or less. After his cutie mark had changed, he only became more of a sex toy for Gilda, and he only enjoyed it more, too. His body felt more equipped for it, not reliant on magic to keep up with her brutal stamina, and his libido had never been higher, even when he was a horny colt discovering the joys of masturbating for the first time. Sure, Shining Armor had fathered Glint and plenty of other children, but he didn't have much of a hand in raising them. That was Gilda's job, raising griffons to be proper griffons and all. Even though he was the King Consort, it didn't take long before every pony and griffon in the Empire accepted that Shining Armor had no real political or cultural power. He didn't sit at the table for political summits or sign treaties or even train soldiers the way that he used to. No, his singular role was purely for sex.

Gilda insisted that he only wear the codpiece, and given the way it only emphasized his genitals and left the rest of him naked, somehow it felt more revealing than just being naked. He hadn't worn anything else in the last eighteen years. Whenever he went out in public, that was what he wore, what he was - a sex slave. Gilda reinforced it in the way she treated him, either ignoring him completely whenever anything serious was happening or otherwise groping him or making him serve her. Sometimes she even made him have sex with her in front of dignitaries, or offered him to foreign mares to sweeten the deals of her treaties. And none of that counted the many, many times each day he had sex with the Queen purely for her pleasure. Already that day he'd cum for her a dozen times over several encounters, and she could easily use him a dozen more times before dinner. It was rarer for him to have a moment where he wasn't having sex with Gilda, and the Empire knew it. The griffons and ponies that were his subjects were more or less used to seeing his near-naked or even his fully naked form, getting milked or ridden by the queen, or in a state of having just had sex, or just about to. It was all he existed for, and his cutie mark proved it. Before Glint could even talk, everyone in the Empire saw him as nothing more than one single thing: cockmeat. Just the way Gilda wanted it.

Shining Armor knew he'd be having way more sex than he could imagine if he married Gilda, but now that he was having it, he could still hardly comprehend it. It was addictive, mind-numbing, identity-warping in the best ways. He loved being cockmeat. He loved the way his subjects, his children, and even his wife all looked at him like Gilda's toy. He loved being paraded around naked, put into his place, made to have orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, and to be told that cumming was all he was good for. He'd long since realized that the thing about orgasms was that a stallion never really got sick of having them. Having one, a hundred, a thousand, a million - each one was just as ecstatic, powerful, rapturous as the last.

So when Gilda told him to fuck her tits, Shining Armor complied with single-minded abandon. This was all he really thought about or cared about nowadays. Sure, he loved his children and his wife, but nothing was better than getting to cum again. His hips slammed upward into her cleavage, and Gilda made sure to stroke him and squeeze him back in time with his thrusts. Shining Armor had no qualms now about moaning loud, letting his head lay back, his mouth hang open, and his eyes roll in pure bliss at the way that her tits squeezed his dick, milking him so forcefully and eagerly, heat and pleasure flooding his veins. The milk sloshing onto his thighs and the sight of his precum drooling onto her cleavage, smearing against her chin and neck, making a mess before things had really even started.

"Sweet Celestia... Gilda..." he groaned in mindless pleasure.

"That's it, cockmeat. Cum for me. You know how I like it," she urged him, the words the closest thing to romance she and Shining Armor had together, but she was right; he did know how she liked it, and she knew all the ways to make him blow his load the moment she wanted him to. Even if she was his mistress and he her eager slave, they were still a couple, had still enjoyed eighteen years of marriage together, and no one knew each others' bodies better than they did.

Gilda devoured his cockhead in her open beak, twisting and gulping down his meat, sliding her tongue around his flare until he couldn't take it anymore. His eyes shot open and his voice bellowed out without a hint of shame, "Yes! Yes, Mistress! I'm cumming!" Gilda pulled off in the nick of time to relish the facial, his cock erupting and splattering a fat blast of fresh, hot jizz onto her face, over her eyes and beak, dribbling into her mouth as she sighed in pleasure. Shining Armor's loads had grown to a prodigious size as well, easily stuffing her womb full and beyond with one climax, and when Gilda wasn't trying to milk more eggs out of him, she had come to use his cum as an enjoyable skin and feather treatment. Gilda swore that the reason she barely looked as if she'd aged in the last eighteen years was that she got daily jizz facials.

Shining Armor shuddered with the powerful climax, his whole body gripped in pure pleasure, struggling for breath as he watched the sight of his cum painting his wife's face white. Nothing could be sexier than watching it dribble down her features, seeing the smile at the corner of her beak as she licked it, moaning at the taste. But he knew just as well as she did that one climax wouldn't be enough for her. "My turn," she said with that beautiful, fierce smile.

Gilda released his cock from her tits and stood up on the bed, pushing him back down with a foot talon. He spread out on the mattress for her, and felt his cock easily spring back to hardness when she turned around, her big, powerful ass facing him. Then, she simply sat down, and his muzzle was plunged into the canyon of her hot asscheeks, his vision swallowed by her rump, and his lips and tongue buried into her drooling wet cunt. He started to eat her out immediately, feasting on her pussy, slurping up the juices and savoring the sour, salty, tangy flavor. He sucked on her clit, shoved his tongue up her pussy and lapped at her g-spot, ate out her entire muff, did anything and everything he could for her, his moans of pure delight muffled by the sheer size of her meaty ass as her tail whipped back and forth above his gaze, pleased. Shining Armor didn't know if it was a product of his cutie mark or something else, but he swore that he didn't need to eat as much after eating Gilda's pussy, as if it really was a meal for him now that his destiny was to be her sex slave. Certainly the cutie mark had all but eliminated the need for the boner spells that had once caused him such agony. Now the moment Gilda wanted his cock hard again, he found his erection sprang right into her grip, his libido re-ignited into a fresh blaze as if he hadn't had sex in months. Even after eighteen years, Shining Armor was able to roll with all of it, only growing hornier with age, and eating Gilda's cunt was one of the highlights of his day.

"Yeah, that's it..." Gilda growled in delight, grinding down onto his face harder, mashing her pussy into his muzzle and eyes as she dragged her ass up and down his face, fucking him as she pleased to achieve her own pleasure. Her hands gripped his cock and stroked, pumped his fresh erection, only barely leaking the last few strands of cum from his previous orgasm before she slid her talons down lower. Shining Armor shuddered when he realized what was coming. Gilda released his cock, but he wouldn't be without pleasure for long. Instead, he jumped when she gripped his balls in her grasp, even squeezing them, rolling them around as if she could juice the huge nuts like she could a ripe fruit. His cock twitched in response, offering a hearty glob of cum, which Gilda devoured when she opened her beak wide and swallowed down as much of his cock as she could.

The royal bedroom became a cacophony of sounds, the bed creaking from Gilda rocking her pussy onto Shining Armor's face, his husky, muffled moans and her long, purring groans of satisfaction at the flavor of his cum and cock on her tongue, and over all of it the roaring hurricane of wet, sloppy slobbering cocksucking and pussy slurping that all who frequented the royal tower were more than used to overhearing. Gilda bent forward enough to deepthroat Shining Armor, nearly shoving her beak down to his balls while she rolled and squeezed them even harder, determined to force a load out of them even bigger than the last, but he didn't feel any pain in his most sensitive balls anymore, just an aching pressure, a blue balls dying to be released by her messy, twisting blowjob. Meanwhile, Gilda sat on Shining Armor's face so hard he thought he'd never see the light of day again, his muzzle practically penetrating her sopping wet pussy enough for him to make out with her g-spot, his tongue gulping down the hot, flowing juices. He felt her quiver on top of him, heard her wings flare and her groans build louder while her efforts on his cock redoubled. Soon, with a hearty grunt, he felt her ass slam back onto his face, nearly swallowing his head completely while she came hard, squirting profusely, her griffoness juices enough to threaten to drown him, squirting up his nose and down his mouth, making it hard to breathe, but he didn't dare stop, kissing deep inside of her, sliding his tongue up her slot, gripping her mountainous ass for dear life as he felt his lungs burn and breath start to fail.

The lack of air only provided Shining Armor with the threatening asphyxiation enough to bring his orgasm rushing even faster. Gilda knew it well; she could recognize the way it felt throbbing against her throat in her sleep. She buried herself to the hilt one last time, squeezing his big, fat nuts as hard as she could before she twisted upward, knowing there were only moments before the payload. She barely managed to release his cock from her beak with a wet pop before he exploded all over her, his cry long and muffled, his body shaking and writhing beneath her, begging for air and more pleasure. His first blast splattered her in her face again, and Gilda sighed again with delight as Shining Armor didn't dare stop eating her out, mashing her pussy back onto his face as she tensed with squirting ecstasy. But she had other plans for this load, groaning out, "Oh yeah... cover me, stud," as she shivered, aiming his cock at her chest and stroking up the long length. With each pulse, it blasted over her body, coating her breasts, washing down her hewn abs, soaking down her stomach and thighs, between her legs, and it was still pumping out as Shining Armor fought to stay conscious beneath her weight and that of his orgasm. Gilda loved the feeling of hot, creamy cum washing down her, and she even released his dick to let it splatter and coat her completely, raising her arms up, letting it wash over her shoulders and down her back, in her armpits and hair feathers, soaking her entire body in his steaming, blissful jizz.

Cadance always had a way of coming in at the most exciting moment, and Gilda knew that she'd no doubt be masturbating hard to this later. Even after eighteen years, the former princess still got off just as hard at the sight of her former husband fucking the bigger, more powerful griffoness, especially considering with how her love had changed him into a bigger stud than she'd ever had the chance to enjoy. Still, she came with towels, which was just what Gilda needed at the moment. She took it before waving Cadance away, wiping her eyes only for the moment, content to let the cum soak into her fur and feathers for a moment longer. Shining Armor didn't even notice she was there, and he had long since stopped caring or thinking much about her at all. Especially when the last shudders he gave were more like him fighting not to pass out rather than climax.

Gilda slid off of him and let him gasp for air, his eyes wild and his face and upper body a mess of her soaking wet juices. Gilda just laid back onto the bed, not bothering to cover up, stretching her up and reclining as Shining Armor slid right up beside her, resting his head on her cum-soaked tits, hugging up against her while his cock continued to throb and drool against her thigh.

"Thank you, Mistress," he sighed, fighting to catch his breath. "I love being your stud."

"Oh yeah?" Gilda said calmly, happy to fish for more praise.

Shining Armor kissed at her nipples, getting traces of milk and cum alike between his words. "Of course, Mistress. I love the taste of your pussy. I love cumming for you. I love giving you dozens and dozens of eggs, being your broodstud."

Gilda chuckled. Dozens was perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, but she replied anyway, "Well, don't get too cocky. After all, there is a new slab of cockmeat now, isn't there?"

Shining Armor slid up, turning his head to look up at her. "Mistress, do you really mean...?"

Gilda just raised an eyebrow. "Maybe," she said coyly. "The prisoner is awfully big. Maybe this year's egg won't even be yours." She reached out to stroke Shining Armor's horn playfully, threateningly. "Maybe I'll make Sombra use that big dick of his to put some eggs in me."

"Mistress..." Shining Armor said, clearly concerned, shivering with some strange combination of fear and perhaps arousal at the very thought.

Gilda released his horn to look back down at him. "Maybe," she repeated. "So maybe you better try your hardest to change my mind." She simply spread her legs apart, revealing her tight, muscular, sopping wet pussy and said, "Fuck me, cockmeat."

"Yes, Mistress!" Shining Armor clambered into position, shoving into her with his turgid erection eagerly, and once again the royal suite was filled with the raucous, wet, familiar noises of hot, sloppy, hardcore sex.

The Prisoner

Fate. It was a word synonymous with curse, a curse laid upon all who lived and breathed. For the ponies, fate was their boon companion and guide, always moving in and among them, emblazoned upon their wretched flanks as a scathing mark of fate's favor upon them. They felt its call, heeded its tug on their spirits, and always seemed to end up right where they belonged, shepherded by fate's hand.

Sombra was certain by now that fate had despised him from the very beginning. Born not quite a pony, wrought from dark magic, never to know a family or proper home. Destined to bring the downfall of the Crystal Empire yet always kept from it, defeat snatched right from the jaws of victory. All who had ever loved him had grown to hate him, and all who hated him mocked him, buoyed up by ever-present fate above him, where they could look down upon him with disdain and pity.

Now was no different. He had felt a very change in the crystals the moment it had occurred, the moment the Crystal Heart's power shifted. The spell of protection it cast, powered by the devotion of the Princess of Love and her pathetic husband, weakened as he pledged his heart to another. Sombra bided his time until he was able to regain his physical form, certain that now he would have his victory and finally lay claim to the Crystal Empire - the empire he had built! This new queen, this Gilda, she was no pony with any magic, nor was her love for Shining Armor pure or noble, and his love certainly wasn't either. Tainted by lust, raw, animal need, yes, the opportunity was perfect to gather his power and strike!

Yet fate had once again only been setting him up for a cruel trick. The moment he went out to do battle with that insufferable white stallion, wearing little more than a cap to cover his genitals, he found himself surprised by the King Consort's newfound power. With his new phallic cutie mark, it seemed he had managed to draw a whole new kind of strength, bigger and stronger than ever he was with Princess Cadance. Try as he might, he could not overcome Shining Armor's magic, and he could not best him in a physical contest. He had been defeated. Captured. Imprisoned.

And there he lay, chained in the very cell he had built and hauled away dissidents to his rule, fated to fail every time he tried to achieve his destiny. But capture was only the beginning. Queen Gilda had seen to it that he would face all new kinds of torment and humiliation that no innocent, simple pony mind could concoct.

Stripped naked, his powerful body on display among the blue and purple crystals that jutted raw and formed the walls of his prison, everything bared for the guards to see. Normally he would have little shame in this - he was muscular, handsome, and certainly well-endowed - but Queen Gilda had devised a new way to cow him. Around his genitals was fit a crystalline cock ring, snug around his the base of his sheath and balls, plumping up his shaft as it hung between his thighs. The magic flowing from it was ever-present; even if his hands were free, he couldn't remove it. Yet he couldn't for the life of him decipher what its true purpose was. He could sense the magic within, coursing into his body, but he detected no effects. Perhaps it was simply to monitor him, or it would trigger with painful shocks to his testes if he tried to escape. It didn't matter. Wearing it made him feel like some kind of cattle, some lesser, ignoble beast instead of the mighty king he was fated to be.

But fate, as always, had shunned and scorned him, made a farce of him. And he knew that he was only just through the first act of the little comedy he was forced to star in. Somehow, he knew full well that the worst was yet to come, and that his humiliation was about to get much, much worse.

His instincts were correct. When he heard the door to the dungeon creak open, he saw that it wasn't his guard come to give him his daily meal. Instead, he saw the bulky thighs, the flowing dress, and the heaving rack leading up to the glaring golden eyes of Queen Gilda herself.

"So, the little bird flaps her way into my cage at last," Sombra sneered, looking up at her with contempt burning in his eyes. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Gilda wasn't fazed in the slightest by his taunts or condescension. She merely put her hands on her hips and replied, "Oh, I think you know exactly why I'm here. I wanted to see how my latest toy was doing."

"I am no toy, especially not for some arrogant hen!" Sombra roared back at her.

Gilda just sauntered up to him as she said, "Oh, I wasn't talking about you." She crouched down and suddenly grabbed his dick in her hand, startling him with the sharp squeeze. "I was talking about this."

Sombra's spine stiffened at her touch, but still he remained defiant. "If you're going to force yourself upon me, then get on with it."

"What an attitude," Gilda scoffed. "Don't act like you don't want it. When was the last time you got some action? You can't tell me you wouldn't want to shove this big pole into some tight snatch."

Sombra just snarled at her, but he couldn't bring himself to deny her outright. It had been quite some time since he'd tasted the succulent pleasures of the flesh, and in his dire circumstances, his loins longed for nothing more than the sweet release of plowing some supple, eager cunt until he was sated. But he knew better than that. "What is the meaning of this game? I have seen your insipid cock-slave; you have no need of me. If you wish to intimidate or dominate me, then do your worst, but don't think you can manipulate me. I am no beast, willing to hump on command like your silly mate."

"Pheh," Gilda scoffed again. "Don't give yourself so much credit. This isn't about you - it's about me. I'm not here to break you. I'm just here to try out the goods." She grinned to herself, looking down and giving Sombra's cock a few admiring strokes.

Sombra felt as if he was on the cusp of understanding, but didn't quite see the full picture yet. "What are you talking about? Is the stallion you picked out for a bedmate so inadequate?" he said with his own smirk.

"Oh no, he's more hung than you could ever hope to be," Gilda said, feeling the verbal jab land squarely in Sombra's pride. "But I was thinking that with some help, you might make for a good change of pace, and it looks like my little experiment paid off."

Sombra still didn't quite understand, until Gilda clinked at the cock ring, flicking it with a talon and grinning at him, and then it begun to dawn on him. He looked down at his manhood and felt a creeping, fascinating horror swell within him. "What... have you done to me?"

Gilda looked pleased that he'd finally figured it out. "Little something I had old Cadance whip up. Turns out the alicorn horn and wings are still good for some powerful magic on demand, and no one knows sex spells better than she does. She actually figured out this beauty by studying the magic of her old husband's new cutie mark. It's enchanted with a cock growth spell, you see." Sombra's eyes widened in sheer disbelief, and Gilda now sighed with satisfaction, "Ah, see, all the ponies told me that no one had ever managed to figure out a cock growth spell before. I always thought it would be the first thing all you stallions learned to do with those horns of yours, but I guess it really is the one spell you guys never managed to get or else you'd all be dragging your dicks on the ground beneath you everywhere you went. Judging by that look on your face, I'd say it's some pretty impressive magic. It looks like it takes a while to get any results out of it, but I'll take it for a supposedly impossible spell. I'd wager you didn't even realize you'd gained a few inches, but, well, I never forget a dick," Gilda bragged.

Sombra looked between his thighs again, and dreaded to realize she was right. His cock was approaching his knee where before his flare barely reached the halfway point down his thigh - impressive in its own right, but now it was even larger, thick and meaty, approaching a size that was almost too big, nearing the line where tool became spectacle. A part of him wanted to be pleased - what stallion wouldn't be? - but he knew all too well that this gift didn't come free.

He glared up at Gilda, his red eyes flaring hot and angry. "So you aim to make a toy of me?"

"Pretty much," the queen replied. She slipped herself lower between his thighs, and he strained briefly to try and shove her off, but with his arms and body shackled to the crystal wall behind him, he quickly realized there was no point. He was entirely at Gilda's mercy, and as she delivered the first sensual lick from the base of his shaft to the throbbing flare, he hissed in inhale, realizing that his body was far more eager than his spirit to respond to her desires. His cock grew stiff in a heartbeat, already aching for a release denied him since he regained physical form. Gilda merely laughed at how quickly his dick sprang to attention. "Looks like it's more than ready to play."

Sombra could do little but growl. He knew he could bark and snarl as much as he wanted, but his protests were only symbolic at this point. Beneath the surface, he had already resigned himself to his fate. He would maintain his defiance on principle, no one made a toy of King Sombra without their comeuppance, but apart from the token rage expected, there was no reason not to lay back and enjoy the blowjob he was about to receive. He couldn't stop it, so he might as well - and besides, it had been far too long since he'd had his royal scepter polished by a buxom bitch like Queen Gilda. He didn't fear her hurting him; she would have done so already if that's what she wanted, and certainly the sight of this mouthy chicken throating his cock would be enjoyable in its own right.

Gilda didn't seem to bother much with foreplay, and indeed the sight of her opening her beak and taking the plunge down the first several inches of his meat was so very satisfying to see and feel. She certainly knew what she was doing, the descent a smooth glide into her mouth as his flare popped into her throat, earning a grunt from the both of them. The pleasure oozing down his shaft was almost as good as watching the arrogant griffoness fellate him with such gusto; if he ignored the shackles on his wrists, he could easily imagine her doing this on command when he eventually escaped and made her his harem slave so he could watch her suck him off whenever he pleased.

He decided that he must do so when he saw her drop lower and lower, bobbing and slurping down more of his meat until her beak reached the base, and he felt the entirety of his shaft squeezed by her hot, tight throat stroking his flesh with every swallow. He could feel his increased size much more now than he could see it before, pride and vigor pumping through his veins, the pleasure and her feat only enhanced by his growth. Gilda withdrew a few inches, drool wetting the coal-black surface of his manhood with a dull shine, and busied herself bobbing and swiveling, working his cock thoroughly, and Sombra couldn't help but groan. He had to admit, he couldn't remember receiving head like this before in all the nights spent in his harem; perhaps all her practice with that white knight really was good for something. Having gone without such salacious pleasures for so long had left him plenty pent up, and Sombra realized that might not last more than a few moments in her throat. Each plunge sent shivers down his spine, and he could feel his balls tightening already, approaching the cusp of release...

And holding there. With some anguish, Sombra realized after several more strokes of Gilda's twisting mouth and throat around his mid-ring that the distant orgasm he felt approaching wasn't actually getting any closer. It was locked firmly in view, he could feel his body agonizingly approaching it, yet annoyingly never advancing past this point. It was the perfectly worst spot to be trapped in, so close to the payoff, yet too far away to gain any satisfaction of it. He tried to get himself there, tried to flex his body, to hold his breath, to give himself over to whatever carnal fantasies came to mind while Gilda slurped and sucked on every inch of his dick like a meal, but no matter how erotic the moment was or how intensely gratifying the pleasure he felt, the itch remained unscratched, his balls remained primed but never released.

"What... nng... is this fiendish magic?" he uttered a half-groan half-growl, gritting his teeth as his body and arms tensed against the wall behind him.

Gilda withdrew with a long, wet slurp, and the sight and sensation of her pulling off his huge dick alone should have set him off. But she just wiped her beak with the most smug smirk yet and replied, "Oh, you mean the second part of the spell? The one that stops you from cumming as long as you wear that cock ring?" Gilda teased.

Sombra felt rage boil in his gut like never before. "You said you were above such petty games! You only wished to use your shiny new toy!" he snapped.

"Oh, someone getting testy?' Gilda teased again, stroking a finger down his cock that sent more agonizing ripples of pleasure down the shaft. "Just because I came down to play doesn't mean I'm not going to make you behave yourself. You're still my prisoner, and I know what you want to do with my kingdom. But the choice is always yours: try to be a king and hold out against this fun ring, or be a good boy, surrender, and get to have that orgasm you want so bad."

"Never! You've only assured that my revenge against you will be ten times as cruel and humiliating as this!" he roared back at her.

"Easy there. You're almost starting to sound like you actually want to cum," Gilda jabbed. Sombra just snarled at her, but was helpless to watch her lift herself up, straddling his lap with her powerful thighs, lifting the dress aside to reveal that tight pussy beneath her powerful core.

He knew what was coming, but still nothing could have prepared him for it. Gilda lowered herself until her cunt met his throbbing, twitching cockhead in a heated touch, then pressure, then the pop as she forced him inside of her, wet pealing sounds filling the air between them as she took the plunge down, sighing with casual ease as she took more and more of him inside, her powerful muscles and intense heat utterly overwhelming against the turgid flesh of his sensitive dick.

Holding on to pretense was more of a challenge than anything. Sombra could only bite his lip, his eyes shuttering as the heavenly bliss of the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy his cock had ever had the pleasure of being balls-deep inside of filled every cell of his being. Despite the cock ring's magic preventing him from doing so, Sombra swore he might cum as soon as her lips reached the base of dick, sheathing his shaft in firm, sweltering pussy. Then she lifted herself, the intense stroke reversing itself, and Sombra was thrust back into rapture all over again when she descended once more.

Maintaining his composure was a herculean task he feared he was already on the cusp of failing. Gilda's pussy was incredible. As she rode and worked his dick with that tight body and hot depths, riding him hard and fast, pounding her hips onto his, Sombra knew he'd never had pussy this good before. Back when he was Crystal Emperor, he would have traded his whole harem for one pussy with a grip like this. He'd have certainly made Gilda his queen if he'd bedded her back then. To not plant his heirs in a woman this good would be a crime. It was all his body wanted, craved with every inch of him. And it was the one thing he was denied.

A male could only deny his instincts so long. Sombra wanted to bury his face in Gilda's tits and suckle on her nipples. He wanted to fuck her hard and empty his balls in her. He wanted to groan and roar with pleasure as he reached climax after spine-tingling climax. He wanted to get hot and sweaty and rough and to let out all of his animal passions at once, to discard all pretenses of rank and royalty, of station and composure, and to rut like beasts in heat, the way it was meant to be. But even if his desire for pleasure outweighed his desire to maintain his façade of defiant anger, his body was denied the release it needed. His dick was brought right to the edge and abandoned, his balls primed to seed the womb wrapped around his turgid cock and forbidden from sowing them. As a male, he was denied the one thing his body was built to do, and it was maddening.

"Having fun yet?" Gilda taunted him, her hands gripping his shoulders as she rode him hard, working his cock with swiveling hips and clenches of her core, letting him feel every hot, dripping inch of her depths. "Mmm, your dick is so big... Almost big enough to really satisfy me... Fuck, it feels so good..." Gilda sighed, tossing her head back and relishing in her own pleasure, knowing her words of praise would only sting Sombra's pride even more that he couldn't fully embrace them.

But heavens, how he wanted to! As Gilda rode him, it didn't take long before the last of his resistance was chipped away enough for the truth to show. The intensity of it all, the pressure and pleasure and denial was too much to endure. Sombra was no quick shot, but he was accustomed to cumming when he wanted, at the natural crest of his pleasure. However, after Gilda had ridden him longer than he'd ever forced himself to refrain from climax, the denial of it overrode him. His voice let out long groans of pleasure, and his muscles tightened and strained against the chains and cuffs that prevented him from indulging his needs further. He tried to thrust upward, to fuck Gilda back, his broad chest heaving with heavy breaths, his black body dripping with sweat, his mouth hanging open in panting need and his eyes swimming listlessly with mind-numbing bliss. He knew, in a way, he'd been beaten, but he was long past caring. His dick was bigger and harder and needier than it had ever been, and all he could think about was getting off, all he could do was ride the waves of the incredible pleasure of Gilda's pussy on top of him.

Gilda could certainly see the truth plain on his face. As his head lolled and he groaned beneath her, she smirked and chuckled. "Well, that didn't take long. C'mon, forget all that king shit and let it all out, big boy. I know you love that big dick I gave you, and I know you can't wait for it to get bigger," she teased, slamming her hips down to the base and grinding her pussy against his pelvis, taking every last inch of him so he could feel the size of himself in her tight body.

"Ohhh, fuck..." Sombra moaned, feeling his eyes rolling in their sockets as unspent pleasure continued to build up within him stronger and stronger. He couldn't stand it anymore, he couldn't even remember what he was fighting back against so strongly before, the only thing that mattered now was this sopping wet cunt riding his dick and his aching blue balls dying to blast a big fat load into that sweet pussy. "Please..." Sombra begged, but he didn't even know what to beg for. He just wanted more. He'd forgotten how good pussy could be. All he wanted was more of it. Even if he didn't get to cum, just getting to feel Gilda riding his cock was reward enough.

"Yeah, that's right..." Gilda quipped. "Know your place, cockmeat," she insulted him, and for once, Sombra didn't feel his temper flare. All he could feel was his dick trapped in the embrace of her cunt, and it was all he wanted to feel. Just as long as she didn't pull off of him, that was all that mattered. Just a little more. He thrust up into her as she rode him, relishing every squish and stroke of his meat, huffing and moaning like crazy. Yes, more pussy, more sex, more, more, more...

He felt a gnawing cavern in his chest, sinking with dread and petulant disdain as he saw Gilda's body finally slow and then rise, her pussy pulling on his cock as she lifted herself off until woefully, no matter how hard he willed it not to, it popped off of his expanded flare, leaving his slick shaft exposed to the cold, neglectful air, solid and throbbing with aching pain. He whimpered, but Gilda only sighed, looking down at him with derision on her beak. He had no idea how long they'd been going at it, it could have been hours, but he still wanted more. He hadn't had the chance to cum, and even if he knew he never had the chance to begin with, his body craved it like never before. To suddenly be without pussy after having tasted such an immaculate cunt on his cock was a curse worse than any he'd experienced yet.

"So, what'll it be?" Gilda said, her cunt still exposed to his face, less than a foot from his muzzle as she stood above him, her hands on her hips. "You swear your loyalty to me right now, promise to be my slave, and I'll take that ring off and let you cum inside of me until those balls are little coal-black raisins. Or you can hold onto that silly, meaningless pride and we'll see those balls turn a lovely shade of blue. Your choice," she threatened.

Sombra felt his rage return, welling up within him like never before. How dare she? He couldn't pretend that he didn't want to cum, it was very obvious that it was all he cared about. But for her to deny him that now, after the mind-blowing sex they'd just had, it was an act of cruelty greater than Sombra had ever committed himself, he was certain. That cruelty is what sparked his fury. He bared his fangs and growled at her, "Fuck you, you stupid bitch!"

Gilda just rolled her eyes at the seething venom spat at her. "Fine. Have it your way. But just remember, when your nuts feel like they're going to explode tonight, that it was your choice. You could have been a good boy and behaved yourself, and then you would have gotten the only thing you males ever really want anyway. But you were bad instead. You'll learn your lesson soon enough. It's only a matter of time." Then, a wicked grin spread across Gilda's face. "But just so you know what you're missing out on..."

Gilda angled her tongue against her beak in an odd way, and then produced a loud, shrill whistle. Before long, footsteps could be heard outside the dungeon, and then the door swung open. Sombra felt his rage boil even hotter in his belly; it was Shining Armor, that big white buffoon of a stallion, a disgrace to his sex, dressed in that big burnished codpiece like some harem whore, flaunting his big bulge and his muscles like a walking slab of meat with that ridiculously lewd cutie mark that no stallion would be caught dead with in mixed company. His face looked so clueless, so contemptuously stupid and slow and cattle-like that to even be the same sex as him was an insult. And yet his face lit up when he saw Gilda there, standing before Sombra, hardly paying any attention to the naked stallion chained to the ground and certainly not having the stones to muster a sense of jealousy over another stallion fucking his wife. He just looked thrilled to see the hot piece of ass that Gilda was. "You called, My Queen?" he said like an obedient simpleton.

"Yeah. Come over here and make yourself useful, cockmeat. Put that dick to work," Gilda ordered him. Sombra seethed at even having been insulted with the same name as Shining Armor, but the stallion blithely trotted over and let Gilda snap his codpiece off of him. Sombra recoiled at the sight right in front of his face, watching Shining Armor's massive cock practically unfurl before him, hanging down to his knees in a thick, meaty slab that invoked shock and awe in any who saw it. It was disgusting, too big to comprehend, boggling the mind with the very sight, and yet there it was, swaying above those fat, seed-laden balls of the white knight. Gilda calmly, casually, reached down and began to stroke it in a palm, and Sombra watched with pure enmity as the flesh flopped forward, dangling with her touch as she explained the situation to Shining Armor. "Looks like our prisoner here doesn't realize how much better it is to be my stud rather than my enemy, so I thought he could use a frame of reference. You like being my stud, Shining Armor?"

Shining Armor's face brightened with a big, placid grin. "Oh yeah, you bet I do, My Queen!" he said happily. Sombra felt like he could puke.

But Gilda just purred, pleased with his obedience. "Mmm, and I know you like having such a big, fat dick between your legs, don't you?"

The white stallion's chest puffed out proudly as he replied, "What stallion wouldn't, My Queen?"

"Mmm, but take a look," Gilda nodded down at Sombra. "Even with the ring, his dick still isn't nearly as big as yours is, is it?"

Shining Armor replied obediently, but with a smirk yet, "No, it isn't, My Queen."

"Yours is way bigger, isn't it? Go on, let's hear what you really think."

"Well, his isn't bad, but you're right, mine is way bigger than his. His almost looks small compared to mine."

"Shut your insipid mouth, you worm! Enough of this childish game!" Sombra roared.

Gilda only glared down at him. "If you want your balls to stay where they are, then you're going to be the one shutting your mouth. You just sit still and pay attention to your lesson, meat," she threatened before turning back to the proud Shining Armor to continue stroking his ego, a hand stroking his muscular chest as well. "You can tell how mad he is that you've got a bigger dick than he does. Does it feel good to be more hung than him?"

"Yeah," Shining Armor moaned as she continued stroking his cock. "It does feel really good. When we first fought him over the Crystal Heart, he felt so big and powerful. I always had a hunch, but it's nice to know that I was always more stallion than him all along. I just didn't think I'd be this much more of a stallion."

Gilda chuckled, and Sombra felt the white-hot anger pulse at his temples, nearly blinding him with pressurized fury, but the queen merely continued. "Well, you've always been a good piece of cockmeat for me, Shining Armor. And I reward my good cocks well. So today you get a treat." In a few quick motions, Gilda shed the dress she was wearing, leaving her big, powerful, naked body on display. She bent herself over, putting her hands on the crystal wall right above Sombra's shackles, offering her rump to Shining Armor as her heaving tits sagged down right over his face. Sombra felt his male instinct to shove his face in that canyon of milk-heavy cleavage flare in a powerful, needy way, complemented by a cruel twist of jealousy when he saw Gilda's tail lift above her wide, muscled ass and Shining Armor's face lit up at the sight of such a buffet of pleasure offered to him. His cock sprang to a full erection in an instant, throbbing as hard and needy as Sombra's. Gilda just looked back to him with a fiendish grin. "This pussy's all yours. Go ahead and cream it as much as you like. Breed me," she ordered.

"Yes, My Queen!" Shining Armor jumped at the order. Sombra felt a savage turn of his gut, pure envy filling him as he watched that big, hung idiot of a stallion take his position behind Gilda and was forced to watch and hear him sink every last inch of that stupid-big cock into those perfectly tight folds with a wet slurp. The two of them sighed with satisfaction when he had filled her to the fullest, his balls sagging heavy between their thighs as their hips met, and Shining Armor wasted no time laying into her with abandon.

Sombra's cock twitched like mad as he watched the display. It was so completely, awfully, cruelly unfair. The sight of Gilda's face contorting with satisfaction as Shining Armor's huge meat slammed and stretched her out like a cheap whore was bad, as was the show of her tits flopping about with every thrust, her thick nipples dripping and flinging milk all over the dungeon floor and Sombra's body in white flecks, but even worse was the sight of Shining Armor's stupid grin of pure male bliss. It was one that Sombra had been wearing just moments before, but unlike himself, Shining Armor had the promise of getting to empty his balls according to his needs to look forward to while Sombra's own throbbed with pain and unmet release. The white stallion rutted the big, busty griffon like the big, dumb, witless animal that he was, drilling her tight pussy with his huge cock, and there was nothing Sombra could do but watch and feel useless jealousy pumping through his veins.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that a stallion like Shining Armor had beat him. It wasn't fair that a bitchy female like Gilda was allowed to toy and taunt him in this way. It wasn't fair that Shining Armor had such a massively bigger dick than him that it wasn't even close to compare. And it wasn't fair that Shining Armor got to hump Gilda's sweet pussy to his heart's content, his eyes crossed and tongue lolling out like a dumb beast while his hips pumped and his dick split her folds in two while Sombra's own cock was left on the brink of that same pleasure but denied. Sombra should be the one getting to fuck Gilda's brains out! He should get to be slack-jawed and stupid with utter male bliss while he blasted her womb full of his sperm! Not this infuriating moron of a white knight!

But Sombra could do nothing to stop it. Sure enough, it wasn't long before Shining Armor's artless fucking reached a fever pitch, his voice devolving into a truly guttural, animalistic series of grunts as Sombra was forced to watch his heavy nuts clench and draw upwards in that telltale sign... "Uhh-uhh-unh-unh-ohhh yeahhhhh..." he bellowed before Shining Armor buried himself balls-deep into Gilda with a squish, and he watched Gilda's body tense, writhe, and her pussy squirt hard, soaking Shining Armor's fat nutsack in gleaming juices while his balls pulsed in the telltale sign of a truly rapturous male orgasm. Sombra felt like he could cry, watching Shining Armor drooling in utter pleasure and watching Shining Armor's balls pump out gout after gout of virile stallion cream while his own churned fruitlessly in his own aching nuts. No condom. No contraception. No pulling out. Shining Armor wasn't just getting laid, he was breeding, fulfilling the true desire of his balls, his most core male instincts, and the envy made Sombra sick.

"Ohh, fuck yeah... More..." Shining Armor groaned, and true to Gilda's promise, she didn't stop him from re-centering himself and plowing into her cunt all over again, the hot, sweaty fucking resuming with even louder squelches as spent cum drooled from her sex and onto the floor before Sombra's eyes in long, creamy strands, forming a pool between the mating pair while Shining Armor truly had his way with her. Every male pleasure he could want while rutting some fertile pussy bent over like this, he got: he gripped the base of Gilda's tail and plowed her hard, spanking her ass, reaching around to grope her tits, milk staining his digits all while Gilda moaned and crooned on and on about how big his dick was, how amazing it felt, and how much bigger it was than Sombra's.

Truly, it was the perfect cocktail of utter humiliation the likes of which Sombra had never experienced before, just as Gilda promised it would be. And the worst part was that he couldn't look away. Even if the sight of Shining Armor's massive dick plunging into Gilda's snatch like a wanton piston was unbearable to watch, the secondhand pleasure he derived from the jealous spectacle was better than nothing. He wanted to be Shining Armor in that moment. He wanted to be so dumb and guileless, so big and handsome, so hung and virile, and to get to be the vapid bull used to breed such a sweet, tight cunt day in and day out. Sombra hated Shining Armor with everything he had, but he also recognized that Shining Armor had achieved the true dream every male yearned for. He had become nothing short of a complete and utter stud, wielding a dick any other male would die to have, and he used it day in and day out, his days filled with endless sex and breeding. Suddenly, Sombra wasn't so sure if his dignity was really worth all that much if discarding it had gotten Shining Armor his big dick and endless pussy on top of it.

He whimpered, his nuts aching with secondhand envy as he watched Shining Armor cum again. And again. And again. And again. Each time the white stallion tossed his head back with lolling bliss, groaning freely as his entire body was seized with what was no doubt a mind-numbing orgasm. Sombra had all but forgotten what orgasms felt like, only able to remember through witnessing Shining Armor's own intensely satisfying climax after climax after climax. It truly felt like he could go on forever, Gilda's favorite bull having the stamina to spare, but the cherry on top of the humiliation was that Shining Armor got to stop when he pleased. As the colors of the cell changed with the light of the fading sun, Shining Armor finally pulled out with a sloppy, cum-splattering slurp of his half-mast mammoth of a cock, a satisfied look on his face. He'd been having sex for hours, and Sombra had lost count of how many orgasms he'd enjoyed. "Mmm, think that'll do it?" he asked Gilda with a rub of her rump.

"I think our little prisoner gets the point," she said as she stood, rubbing her belly. "I guess we'll find out if all this leads to an egg or not soon."

The mere mention of eggs caused Shining Armor's prick to jump. "But just to be sure... think we could keep at it in your chambers?"

"I was thinking the same thing," Gilda agreed. She led Shining Armor away with a hand on his ass as she said, "He needs time to think things over anyway. We'll come back to check on him in a while. But you've got more work to do, cockmeat," she said, giving him a spank.

"Yes, My Queen!" Shining Armor said eagerly, but after that, the two had gone, abandoned his cell, and Sombra was left alone and empty.

Alone with his thoughts. Alone with his bruised pride. Alone with his hard, unsatisfied dick and his painful, aching blue balls. Sombra felt the burn of indignant, wounded rage still bubbling within him, but he knew Gilda was right. He did have a lot to think about.

The Concubine

Sex. Sex. Endless sex. It was all Sombra had known for the last month, but in truth he didn't know how long this had been going on. It felt like a lifetime. The crystal guard mares had returned for him, escorting him to the mares' barracks to take their turns with him. He was laid out on a bunk bend, surrounded by fit mares that would have made excellent harem mares when he was king, smirking and snickering at his naked form. Above him was a particularly strong mare, pastel blue with a glittering purple mane, her thighs sturdy and her stomach cut, bouncing on his cock as she rode him hard. Pleasure flooded his veins as her tight pussy gripped every last inch of his coal black shaft, and he groaned in mind-numbing delight. Yet the ring was still wrapped tight around the base of his cock, slowly growing him to more and more impressive sizes, his balls aching with the need for release that was prevented him. All he saw was the mare's pussy bouncing on his shaft, milking him, her hands gripping his muscular chest while he gripped her hips, slamming her down on his cock, desperate to try and cross the threshold into an impossible climax.

"Fuck, yes...! Mmm, you make a much better slut than a king," she groaned, Sombra's ears filled with the wet slapping sounds of her hips taking his cock to the hilt, his eyes trained on the sight of his stallionhood disappearing into her hot folds. The sensation was incredible, and yet try as he might, it was still lacking. These mares didn't make him feel small and helpless in the way that Gilda did. They didn't inspire his defiant rage to bring out the full extent of his virility like that bitchy griffoness. And the pussy just couldn't compare. He was still in suspended in the vicinity of climax, but not forced to the brink, pinned against the wall placed over his loins the way that Gilda forced him. And by now, he was convinced that no pussy would ever come that close ever again.

As part of his punishment, Queen Gilda had decided to throw Sombra to the wolves, so to speak. Plenty of mares wanted to have their revenge with the tyrant stallion who had enslaved them so long ago, and even more still couldn't resist the chance to take a ride on the hunky black stud being offered to them. So for the last thirty days, Sombra had been used a sex slave nearly nonstop for the Crystal Palace's females. The guard population had quite a number of them, and they were the ones most fond of putting him in his place and putting him to work. But the castle had a sizeable population of maids as well, and Sombra had found himself putting his cock to work to satisfy them whenever he wasn't with the guards. It was possible that some commoner mares had found their way onto his cock, but he had a hard time keeping track by now. Everything was just one big, sexy blur.

There was no denying now that Sombra had indeed been made into the Crystal Empire's personal slut. His cock had been inside far too many ponies to consider him anything less than a whore. But he didn't care. Lust burned inside him now, ignited every neuron in his brain, completely inundated with carnal delight. He no longer needed higher thought or dignity, he just needed to fuck. But even if he had far more balls than brains by now, he could never forget Gilda. How he hated her. How he missed her. How he wanted to fuck her senseless and how he wanted to beg her to fuck him again.

But Gilda never came. In her stead, it was just these guard mares, teasing him, squeezing his arms while he pounded their comrade hard, his eyes rolling as he was ridding like a cheap marketplace attraction. "Look at him go." "He's getting more hung every day." "You can tell he wants to cum so bad."

And how he did! He was on the cusp of climax practically every second he was awake, but by now he'd all but forgotten what an orgasm felt like. He could only remember the shadows of it, what it felt like to be close, to feel his balls ache and tighten and his cock clench and throb, but real climax was foreign to him. He knew pleasure - oh, how he knew the sweet bliss of pussy now more than ever! - but his need for more was and endless hunger.

He couldn't stop. His body demanded he continue, powered either by the magic cock ring or his own insatiable libido. Even if it was torture, he thrust his hips up into this mare, relishing every squeal and moan she gave until her fingers dug into his chest, gasping and crying out until she rammed her hips down onto his, taking every last inch as she writhed in climax. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes! Oh, Celestia!"

No sooner had the first guard finished than the next was clambering on top of him. "Alright, you had your fun, now it's my turn!" He saw his cock unsheathed from that first pussy, shining wet and bigger than ever, looking nothing like its original size, warped by the magic of the ring into a useful tool for the Crystal Empire's mares. He only had to be without the sweet warmth of pussy for a moment as another guard mare, a dark gray one, mounted him next, sheathing her cunt onto his shaft as both hissed with delight. "Fuck, that's a big one... Mmm, fuck yeah," she groaned as she started to ride him, and the pace resumed. Sombra's hips kept on pounding, his eyes rolling in heavenly delight, his balls screaming in pent-up agony.

The scenes bled together, flashing between one another, and Sombra had lost track of the moments between when he wasn't having sex. He couldn't remember eating or sleeping or doing anything else, but he couldn't forget the sex. The guard mare was riding him, and then she was cumming on top of him like her comrade. Each of the half dozen mares had their turn, riding him one after the other while they fondled his muscles and balls, teased him and dirty talked him. Then the captain came in, pinning his hands above his head with a pair of heavy cuffs, chaining him to the bed as she rode him cowgirl, appraising his size and his muscles while she climaxed. The other guard mares laughed at his desperate moans and listless, lusty gaze. The captain spun herself around to ride him reverse cowgirl, and Sombra was lost in her powerful asscheeks, but he knew they could never compare to the power of Queen Gilda's body.

The guard mares rode him all night. When this unit was done, another came in, and he thought some of them went back and forth through the room while he was lost in tight, hot, guard pussy, feeling them moan and climax on top of his beefy body and his meaty cock. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even come close to what Gilda had made him feel, and it maddened him.

Next he knew he was no longer in the barracks, but in some nicer bedroom somewhere else in the palace. It had been the first time he'd been in a real bed suitable for a stallion of his size, and he almost had the attention to appreciate the feeling of a soft mattress beneath his knees or a big, fluffy pillow to lay his head on. But instead, his attention was focused on the maid filly beneath him, the pink mare with her skirts hiked up high, her legs spread wide while he pounded down into her. It was the first time in a long time he could remember being allowed to top, and in some distant part of his mind, it occurred to him that there was nothing binding him now. No shackles, no chains, no cell doors or anything of that nature. He was free to leave if he so desired. But he didn't move from the spot. He just pinned the mare's wrists to the bed and fucked her.

"Yes...! Oh, yes, give it to me!" she gasped, writhing in ecstasy as he gave it his all. She seemed so small and weak beneath him, her arms slender in his strong grip, her form slight beneath his broad, powerful chest as sweat dripped down his brow and glistened along his back. Her uniform struggled to contain her breasts, and he gripped the hem of her top and yanked it down to free her pert little bosom, her nipple hard. She groaned again in delight as he sank down to it, wrapping his lips around the nub and suckling hard. Another delight that made his cock throb in bliss, but still these meager mounds were nothing compared to Queen Gilda's massive, milky udders.

Still, he growled in pleasure as he gave it his all, holding her beneath him as the bed rocked beneath the force of his pounding. The maid's eyes rolled in climax, and she cried out as it came, mixing with the sound of the bed and their slapping loins. "Yes! Yes! Just like that! Fuck me stud!" All the while, the maddening ache in his heavy nuts reminded him that the release could only be one-sided, yet he still felt some sort of satisfaction deeper in his performance. He was a stud, better in bed than he ever was on a throne, and he felt a sort of pride in that. Now if only Gilda could see that.

He withdrew from the maid, only to see her shakily roll away to her feet. Like clockwork, another maid was at the door to take her place, older, plumper, a buttery yellow mare eating up his naked, sweaty body with her eyes. "Alright, you've had your fun. Now it's my turn," she said. She sauntered toward him as the mares exchanged places, already discarding her uniform as she approached the bed. By the time she reached Sombra, her big body was already naked, and she took up her position, bent over, raising her big ass to him and lifting her tail to offer her plump, wet pussy to him. "You know what to do," was all she said, not a request, all but an order.

Sombra complied wordlessly. He took his place behind her, gripped her wide hips and obediently sank his dick to the hilt in her before beginning to pound her, making her big ass ripple as new pleasure flooded his veins once more. No time to catch his breath, but he hardly needed it. All he needed was sex, and to relieve the damnable pleasure in his loins. As he got to work, the mare beneath him groaned in utter bliss. "Ohh, that's good..." she said, more to herself than praising him.

And before he knew it he was out of the palace entirely, finding himself in a stable stall somewhere, his knees in the dirt as he pounded into some common mare. He couldn't even see her face, but he felt a harness around his face, a bit and bridle even, the metallic tang hot in his mouth as he watched his cock sink into more warm, fresh pussy. He was somewhere in town, seemingly on offer to the public, but he barely recalled how he ended up here. He was naked, dressed like some beast of burden rather than a proper stallion, let alone a king, but he performed his duties nonetheless. He wasn't tied up anywhere, and no one held his reins, but he complied with the symbol of his subservience anyway. After all, there was pussy to lay.

The mare beneath him hardly mattered. She would moan and climax, and then another would take her place. He'd fuck her brains out, and no sooner had she crawled out of the stable stall and his dick pulled free of her snatch with a wet slurp, throbbing and glistening hard in the still, musty air, did another mare take her place, bending over and allowing him to mount her, to service her with his big stallionhood. And after several long minutes of heavenly, agonizing non-release pounding her cunt did she climax, leave him hard and wanting, and another mare was presented to him. It was an endless buffet of sex, and somehow he got the sense that he was being offered to the public in this common barn, that there was a line outside, perhaps he was even being sold for a couple of bits a ride like some cheap whore. He didn't care. He couldn't refuse the call, couldn't resist the sight of a new, eager snatch to plow.

And on and on and on it went. Fucking the cook in the kitchen while soup was on the stove, on his back getting ridden by some more guards in the hedge maze, his fingers wrapped in Princess Cadance's mane while she deepthroated him and squeezed his aching balls, bending the librarian over her desk in the archives, strapped to the bench in a locker room while a team of griffonesses had their way with him, missionary, cowgirl, sideways, bent over, blowjobs, eating pussy, anal, vaginal, all of it a never-ending cacophony of endless sex that frayed at the edges of his mind, making him certain he would die of blue balls and making him wish it would never end. Sombra knew that it was sex torture in every sense of the word. He couldn't stop. He wanted it to stop. With every thrust, he was losing a part of himself, and yet he still couldn't get close to what he'd felt earlier.

Then he was brought face-to-face with Queen Gilda once more.

She spread her legs for him, her purple dress raising to reveal that goddess pussy once again, her big, muscular thighs leading down to that tight, drooling snatch while her tits above strained at her dress, wet spots of milk already showing in the fabric, just as before. He felt his heart stop.

"Come on, cockmeat. Get to work," she ordered him.

Sombra couldn't say a word. He moved the second he heard her command. He surged forward, gripping her calves in his hands and immediately plunging his cock deep inside of her with a gushing, hot squelch.

"Ohh, heavens, yes!" he cried out as he felt the surge of immaculate pleasure flood his massive dick once again. Her pussy handled him like no other female's could, tight and hot, sopping wet and squeezing every last inch of him, built to take him and a dream to plow. He didn't have to hold back, and there was no resistance as his naked hips plowed forward, pounding hard, working his ass as his nuts slapped against hers. He roared again with delight. This was what he wanted. He was going to cum.

Except the ring prevented him. He felt its grip keenly on the base of his cock, his nuts still heavy with unspent seed. He was so close once again, reveling in that awesome feeling of being so on the edge as Gilda's body rocked with his forceful pounding, a cocky smirk on her face the entire time. He couldn't stop himself, though. This was where he'd wanted to be for days, weeks, perhaps even months now. All he'd been able to think about since his first encounter with her was how badly he wanted to cum. Now he had another chance to get close, to even dare approach the forbidden peak.

The noises of sex filled his ears, wet slapping flesh, heavy breathing and grunts, sweat pouring down his body as juices trickled down his shaft and balls in hot rivulets. It was perfect. He was certain somehow that this would kill him, that his unmet need to cum would shut down every last bit of his body once the agony became too much. But it was all he wanted, just to feel this pussy again, to see that bitchy griffoness grin so smugly up at him while he served her, fucked her, gave his cock to her like she wanted.

"Mmm, that's a good little slut," she taunted, even as her whole body rocked with his thrusts, her tits heaving and bouncing out of her dress with the momentum, milk leaking down her rack in soft dribbles. "Look at you. When I first came here, everypony was so afraid of the big bad King Sombra. But now you're nothing but a cheap, stupid whore."

Laughter. Sombra heard a bit of laughter. He could barely look away, but only now were the details starting to come to him. Gilda was sitting on her throne. He didn't look behind him, but he didn't need to; he was in the throne room. Court was in session, meaning hundreds if not thousands of the Crystal Empire's subjects were watching him fuck their queen right in the open. Even with his foggy memories of the last several weeks, he was certain he'd never been put on display for such a large audience before, rendered naked and forced to show his body off for the public, the privacy of sexual intimacy blown open for all the public to see the fearsome tyrant in the throes of coital bliss. They could see the rhythm of his thrusting, see the sweat glisten on his muscles, hear his strained grunts of pleasure and moans of need. He'd never been so vulnerable in his life, and yet he didn't stop.

Gilda had turned him into a cheap, stupid whore. But perhaps that was what he had been all along. He'd succumbed to the greatest of hubris in thinking that he could be king. Instead, he was meant to be nothing more than a walking cock.

"Nnnng... Fuck you, Gilda!" he bellowed, but even the gathered subjects could hear that his resolve was fading, that he was feeling more pleasure than rage, and certainly he didn't miss a beat in fucking her wet snatch for a moment.

Gilda heard it too. With that savage grin, she pushed him away with a foot on his chest, his cock sliding out of her with a wet slurp, and he stood naked now before the throne. He saw the ponies and griffons around him, the throne room packed from wall to wall with the public's prying eyes. He saw the crown prince and his pony princess pinned to his side. And he saw the near-naked Shining Armor at Gilda's other side, watching with some interest and wearing a genuine smile, his eyes looking into Sombra's and seeing a kindred spirit. It infuriated Sombra. But he feared it as well, and he knew exactly why.

"Look at yourself," Gilda taunted him. "You thought you could resist me. But look at what I've made you. The Crystal Ponies feared you, dared not even speak your name before I showed up. Now they love you. They love seeing what a stupid, horny slut the fearsome King Sombra has become. They know you can't resist me. No pony can. So give it up." Sombra felt an icy chill grip him from the tip of his horn to the depths of his balls as Gilda looked him right in the eye. "Swear to me."

Sombra opened his mouth to protest, to insult her and defy her again. "I swear," he started, "to serve you as your concubine. Your personal slut and public whore. Your cockmeat, forever and always." The words came out on their own, but he couldn't stop them. He felt a deep hollowness in his chest.

"Good boy," Gilda said as she barked a laugh. She reached out, her talons suddenly gripping the base of his cock, and he briefly feared for his nuts. But then, with a simple yank, she removed the cock ring from his junk, which surged forward with a new hardness. Sombra's heart pounded in his chest. This was it. Gilda just leaned back in her throne, crossing her legs, her tight pussy exposed between her sturdy thighs, and folded her arms under her heaving, leaking tits. "Now get back to work you stupid cockmeat."

Sombra felt his heart leap. "Yes, my queen...!" he gasped. He felt the surge of excited gasps as he moved forward, gripping Gilda's hips and plunged himself back into her pussy. "OH, FUCK YES!" he screamed in delight. Not only was her griffon snatch much tighter in this position, squeezed by her thighs around his thick rod as his flare had to force its way to the depths in her with another wet squelch and a gush of juices, but the pleasure was now completely uninhibited. He could feel the difference, feel his ability to cum restored to him. He couldn't contain himself a moment longer.

Sombra jackhammered Gilda with everything he had. All buzzing talk and whistles and jeers in the throne room were drowned out by the sound of his hips smacking Gilda's ass, his cock slurping into her cunt, and the wild, uninhibited moans of pure bliss that spilled from his throat. He couldn't stop himself. The pleasure was blinding, his vision going blurry as his mouth hung open in heavy pants. He'd never felt sex even close to this good before, a rapture that he could have never imagined. The sex rendered him dumb with ecstasy, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, drooling over himself as his eyes swam listlessly in their sockets while his hips pounded, his arms clenched powerfully gripping Gilda's body, and his cock throbbed harder and harder, his flare swelling and expanding, and his balls finally drawing upward in preparation of the inevitable.

"OHH YES! OHH I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM! YES! YES! OHHHH I'M...! I'M...!" Sombra roared, no longer sounding like the fearsome, dignified tyrant worthy of awe and respect. To Gilda and the rest of the Crystal Empire, he sounded like the most perfect little man-whore as he screamed at the top of his lungs, "I'M CUMMING! AIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!"

Sombra shoved himself balls-deep inside Gilda's cunt, and the nation watched as those hefty nuts between his thighs heaved upward, tensed, and then exploded with a blast of pent-up jizz like no one had ever seen before, griffon or pony. It blasted out from between their legs, no doubt filling Gilda's womb instantly, spewing and gushing as Gilda gripped Sombra's arms in her own cocky, satisfied climax. Even after the base of the throne and their hips were splattered, Sombra's cum didn't stop, pumping out of him, into Gilda's body, drooling and pooling on the floor beneath them while Sombra's body was wracked with shuddering waves of the most intense climax of his life. He saw the call of destiny itself in that orgasm, and soon the Empire did too.

All watched as a glow formed on Sombra's hip, and the stallion who before didn't have a cutie mark began to show an image, melting into existence on his flank: his towering black and red horn rising above a pair of two black orbs that were clearly the two very balls between his thighs. A phallic cutie mark that matched that of King Consort Shining Armor, and those gathered were amazed to think that now there was not just one, but two stud stallions bound to Gilda's service for all time.

"Nice mark, cockmeat," Gilda taunted when Sombra came down from his orgasm. He looked at his hip and saw the image emblazoned there. The old Sombra would have been insulted to think his destiny began and ended with his balls, let alone that he was meant to serve this arrogant griffon queen. But now that he saw it, it felt so right. Everything made sense now, and he felt foolish, having wasted so much of his life on the pursuit of a false destiny.

But then Shining Armor was at his side, the beefy white stallion patting him warmly on the back. "Welcome to the family, Sombra," he said.

Gilda didn't let the welcome linger. "Yeah. Now fuck me again."

"Yes, my queen," Sombra said proudly, the words rumbling through his whole chest. With his cock still sheathed in Gilda's tight cunt, all he had to do was pump his hips forward and resume fucking her, giving it his all as his hips slapped against her cum-slathered ass while he churned the last load deep within her womb to a frothy, creamy mixture of their juices, ready to pump her full of another one.

The Crystal Empire cheered at the sight of the new day, their old nemesis defeated and taking his place beneath Gilda. They watched in celebration as the muscular black stallion pounded away at their queen, standing mark-to-mark with King Consort Shining Armor as Gilda pulled off his codpiece to let his own massive cock flop out, blowing him with deep, eager relish while Sombra watched his once-rival and hated enemy get his dick sucked by his new queen, fucking her as hard as he could all the while.

Both stallions climaxed at the same time, roaring in ecstatic bliss side by side as their cum filled Queen Gilda's hungry holes, spilling out of her stuffed body and mixing together at their feet into one single pool of royal jizz.

The Empress

"Nnnnrrgghhh... My queen..." Sombra growled into Gilda's ear from behind as he pounded into her tight, powerful cunt. He bared his fangs as she moaned in his grip, held up by his strong arms, loving the feeling of his teeth as he bit against her neck. With her thighs spread wide, his great black cock speared up into her, the griffon queen's juices splattering and squirting down onto the tile below. Already he could feel his balls tightening, ready to pump her womb full of the next load. Gilda groaned, her arms wrapped around his neck and squeezing against his shoulder, encouraging him to fulfill his duties to her. His fingers dug into her thick, muscled ass and he prepared himself for the mind-numbing release. When it came, he roared, his whole body trembling, his eyes crossing, and his thoughts all but wiped by the intense, addictive, euphoric climax.

The bliss of orgasm was just about all Sombra knew now. It was hard to believe there was ever a time when he had been so pent-up, rendered so helpless by Gilda's denial of his orgasm that it almost drove him to madness. But of course he knew better by now. That had been a hundred years ago, after all. Becoming a breeding slave for the griffon queen hadn't diminished his dark powers in the slightest. If anything, he now understood their true potential better than ever. Longevity had been easy for him to achieve, and no complex feat to grant it to the queen herself and her other concubine. Now she was more than a mere monarch to her people. After four generations of monarchs on the throne, Gilda had become something much more. She had ascended to the likes of the Princesses of Equestria, to that of Celestia and Luna, like a living goddess. She may not have possessed powers over the heavens that they did, but she was the figurehead for the entire griffon people, a living embodiment of their power, their dominance, and their spreading influence across all the land. The ponies of the Crystal Empire had already submitted to the will of her and her people, remembered so long ago when Queen Gilda subdued the Princess of Love by claiming her husband as her own with her divine sexual prowess. Across the rest of Equestria, her empire would surely spread. It was only a matter of time.

"My Queen! I'm gonna...!" Shining Armor gasped as his hips pumped up into Gilda's hot, drooling pussy. He could feel Sombra's coal-dark cock thrusting and grinding against his white one, feel the turgid hardness matching his own steel erection. Over the years of their own cutie marks' influence, their cocks had become enormous breeding tools in their own right, massive enough that clothing was nearly impossible to wear, and even walking with their third legs could be cumbersome, but Gilda had the power, the stones, and the pussy to take them both on at the same time. Shining Armor kept a grip under her knees while he pressed his face in between her massive, udder-like tits, milk sloshing and spilling with every pounding thrust while the stallions gave themselves to her with abandon. Sex with Gilda was a thrilling high Shining Armor knew all too well after a century of marriage to her, and yet each time still felt as revelatory as the first. Shining Armor planted himself to the hilt in her, his massive balls shoved right against Sombra's equally heavy and virile pair, and as he spewed his load inside of her, he felt Sombra's nuts clench and tighten against his own as he pumped his own cum inside of her, flooding out of her in a gush of virile seed.

A part of Shining Armor had been nervous about allowing Sombra into Gilda's harem, knowing what the ancient, evil king was capable of, and partly out of jealous male instinct. The last thing any pair of balls wanted was competition from another pair. But he wouldn't dare question Gilda's desires or judgment, and quickly adapted and adjusted to Sombra's presence in their bed. To tell the truth, the perks had been well worth it; with two powerful, virile studs sworn to her service and pleasure, Gilda's sex drive had only grown, and Shining Armor couldn't say if he could have satisfied it all on his own, but with Sombra, the two were able to fuck her as much and as hard as she pleased. Now he was no stranger to sharing Gilda's pussy with Sombra, with seeing another stallion across from him as they spitroasted her, even other close and intimate expressions with the other stallion, from feeling their balls touch in mutual climax to falling asleep together, cradled in the big griffoness's grasp. Plus, with Sombra's longevity spells, he was no longer bound to fucking Gilda for a single lifetime; he had an eternity of endless sexual apex to look forward to.

No sooner had the two finished cumming inside Gilda did they resume their strong, rapid fucking. They didn't need to wait to be told to go again, and they didn't need any magic to retain their erections. Their cutie marks kept them hung and hard for her, and their purpose as stallions was solely for sex with her. They had done nothing else for decades, lost in an endless string of coital bliss that would leave a lesser stallion weak in the knees, overwhelmed.

Gilda groaned back at them as she rode the waves of her own quaking, squirting, earth-shaking climaxes. She had changed a lot too in the last century, not only kept unnaturally young and beautiful by Sombra's magic, but fed by the pony magic of their cutie marks, grown bigger and stronger, tighter and more fertile than ever, a brood hen like none that had ever lived before, a goddess of eggs that the griffon people would worship for millennia to come. Her massive breasts constantly flowed with dribbles of nutritious milk from her engorged nipples, and despite having long ago given up exercise and competition in favor of endless sex and eggs, her arms, thighs, and core remained shredded with bulging, godly muscles unlike no other mare or griffoness to ever live. She gripped onto Shining Armor's shoulder, squeezed around Sombra's neck, and clenched her thighs as her stallions fucked her senseless, growling and moaning in climax, loud enough that her gasps of pleasure could always be heard as a low rhythm throughout the Crystal Palace. "That's it boys, knock me up! Let's see which one of you will make the next egg! More! More! Don't stop, cockmeat! Fuck your goddess!" she cried out.

The stallions gasped, moaned, and stuffed her full of their rich, thick, virile cum all over again while she writhed and shuddered in her own orgasm once more, feeling their sperm swimming inside of her, seeking her fertile eggs, ready to supply more heirs to the Empire.

Gilda set herself down from them with a snap of her legs and a beat of her wings, getting her feet while cum drooled from her tight pussy. The highest part of the crystal spire had become her harem, sacred ground where very few were permitted to tread while the goddess lay with her concubines. She no longer took her place on the throne room, having left that to Glint long, long ago. After Glint, Gilda had selected one of her other sons, Grandell, to be king out of the many, many eggs she had produced from her concubines. And after Grandell, it had been Gilderoy who now occupied the throne, a son of Gilda and rightful heir just as all of the griffon kings before him. And when the time came, Gilda would select a new king from among her countless heirs. Perhaps it would even be the chick born from the egg her concubines were breeding into her this very night.

She stepped out onto her balcony once more, as fond of looking over her city now as she was when she first became queen. She didn't even have to ask, feeling her studs slip into place around her, Shining Armor groping and shoving his cock in between her breasts from alongside her as she bent over the railing, and Sombra taking a stance behind her and sliding his massive dick into her pussy, resuming a rough pounding pace as she swished her tail, sighing in coital bliss and admiration for her empire.

So high up, the griffons and ponies below couldn't see the goddess or her mates on high, but Gilda could see them. It was as if she could see her heirs and her heirs' heirs all throughout her lands, watching them as they claimed ponykind below.

On the chilly street, a griffon male came up next to a lone pony female, casually wrapping his wing around her for warmth, she cuddled up into him, and he started to nibble at her ear while she giggled playfully. He motioned his head and led her into an alley, groping her ass with his hand. It was mere minutes before her own hand was shoved down his pants, undoing their bottoms, and he had her shoved up against the wall, pounding into her hard as his cock sought her womb.

Not far, a pony stallion opened the door to a powerful griffon male, grinning up nervously at him while his wife cooed at the bull from deeper within the house. The stallion invited him inside where the griffon would stay for the night, ravaging the stallion's wife with his superior strength and virility, no doubt leaving her pregnant with the fruits of his loins while the stallion watched in curious awe.

On the other side of town, a griffoness caught a laborer stallion returning home from work, seducing him with lidded eyes and groping touches. She didn't care where he had to be or if he had a family, only that he piqued her interest and that she wanted him. Leading him to the great statue of Gilda in the center of town, she coerced him with his own lust and need to strip her of her clothes, lay her back against the stone base, and take her right there in the snowy night while she dug her talons into his back and mane.

And Gilda knew that wasn't all that was happening. The current griffon king was no doubt retiring to his harem at this time, filled with his pick of pony and griffon females alike. Griffon brothels were a booming business in the Empire, and stallions of all shapes and sizes gladly shelled out regularly for the siren's song of tight griffoness pussy, coming to prefer it to the pony mares who were supposed to be their partners. Even the guard barracks that dotted each of the city's gates was doubtlessly filled, each and every one, with burly, armor-clad griffon soldiers taking turn plowing into the pony mares seduced by the opportunity to lift their tails for such strong, powerful studs. The greatest constant of the Crystal Empire was griffon sex, and the empire ran on it. The ponies there had all but submitted themselves to griffon superiority, surrendering their eggs and their wombs to their rulers. And with each new griffon born of the fervent copulation that had become the norm of the land, their influence expanded even further. And it certainly wouldn't stop with these snowy lands.

It did Gilda's heart good to see, to know that her children were thriving, were dominating the lesser ponies beneath them just as she had broken the two studs worshiping her body that very moment. As Sombra gripped at the base of her tail to lay into her, fucking her cunt hard, fast, and loud as his hips clapped against her rippling asscheeks and his nuts impacted against her thighs, Shining Armor thrust at her tits, losing himself in rapture of her body even if he didn't have a hole to thrust into. Merely being in their queen's presence was enough to render them in a helpless state of bliss.

Gilda turned her attention away from her people and her kingdom below long enough to eye up Shining Armor's turgid meat. She gripped it in her hand before opening her beak and plunging it down in a practiced stroke, feasting on his thick cock like it was a meal. All the while, Sombra pounded her with abandon, filled with unending breeding lust, as was his sole purpose after his cutie mark had changed. The two stallions couldn't help themselves, they needed to give Gilda more eggs, they were made to fill her body with their cum.

"Nng, fuck...! Oh, heavens...!" Sombra groaned in gruff delight as he couldn't contain himself any longer. His cock was overwhelmed by the tight, wet heat, the immaculate perfection of his queen's pussy, and now having her womb all to himself, his loins didn't last long. He shoved himself forward, fulfilling his destiny once again, planting himself balls deep and letting out a long, guttural cry as he emptied another thick load into the griffoness goddess.

Shining Armor couldn't hold out much longer either. The incredible treat that was getting a blowjob from Gilda, the honor of it, combined with her effortless deepthroating, her sloppy bobbing and wet slurping on his massive stallionhood was too much to bear. He reached out to grip the back of her head, thrusting forward wildly as he too called out, "Yes! Yes! Oh my queen, yes!!!" before he too was lost to rapturous orgasm, blasting his delicious cum down her throat while she drank greedily from his balls, made to feed her and provide her with as much cum as she could possibly desire.

And stuck between the two stallions, Gilda was bound to cum as well. She felt Shining Armor's potent seed fill her mouth, slide down her throat and warm her belly while Sombra's powerful fucking led to the hot blast of jizz deep inside her womb, her pussy stretched around his massive, engorged cock as it throbbed deep, breeding her again. She shivered in delight, feathers shuddering as her body jerked in orgasm and her pussy gushed another splatter of queenly griffoness cum onto the stone below, like it first had so many years ago when she had first taken the throne.

When the climax was over, she freed herself from between the two stallions, seemingly satisfied as she stood and headed back inside, her front splattered with drooling cum from around her beak and her cunt leaking a tide of pearly jizz as she made her way back to the bed. Shining Armor and Sombra followed dutifully, their cocks never going truly flaccid, as she sighed. "Mmm, that's it boys. Good work..." she praised them, reaching down to squeeze at their muscled asses. They could only beam with pride at her praise.

As Gilda flopped down onto the bed, the two naked stallions taking their places on either side of her, stroking her, groping her, and suckling from her massive tits, the door opened. Gilda looked up, puzzled. The door almost never opened; very few would dare disturb the goddess.

Although there were a few who were permitted access to her when needed. The king, of course. Sometimes officials or high priests would enter, usually ever few decades or so when it was time to conduct the ceremony to choose a new heir. But tonight it was Cadance, still her maid and personal servant. By now it was entirely normal to see Shining Armor and Sombra with Gilda. After all, it had been over a hundred years since she had called the white stallion her husband.

"My queen," the pink alicorn, still as lovely as ever in her crystal-blue dress, addressed Gilda. "Forgive my intrusion."

Gilda lazily tilted her head as the stallions nursed and suckled on her, watching the alicorn bow to her. She pushed Shining Armor over, nudging him into her, and he didn't need any further prompting. Without even acknowledging the former pony princess in the room, Shining Armor slid between Gilda's thighs, his cock springing to a fresh erection, and groaned with bliss as he slid between her tight folds, still oozing with Sombra's most recent load as he began to fuck his queen. All the while, Sombra feasted on Gilda's milk with a drunken fervor while she stroked his cock lazily. "Go on," was all Gilda said, sighing lightly as Shining Armor got to work in her, the sounds of his thrusting mixing between the words exchanged.

Cadance nodded obediently and said her piece. "We've received a missive from the changeling king, Thorax. He's acknowledged the power and influence of your kingdom and your rule, and wishes to meet with you personally to discuss a closer alliance between the griffons and the changelings."

"Mmm..." Gilda moaned as Shining Armor drilled into her g-spot, but the grin on her face also came from the implication of Cadance's words. "A closer alliance, eh?" She looked down at her two stallions and added, "Sounds like you two might get another cock to help you out." The stallions moaned in reply, and Gilda looked back up at Cadance. "Arrange the meeting and bring him here. I'd like the audience to be nice and intimate."

"Certainly, my queen," Cadance replied dutifully. She bowed as Shining Armor's thrusting reached a natural peak and he bellowed with a loud moan as he plunged himself deep and came inside Gilda once more.

"Mmm, fuck yeah..." Gilda groaned as Cadance rose from her bow, watching the griffon queen's back arch, her body writhe, and her pussy gush as she was wracked with another orgasm while Sombra suffered his own, painting Gilda's body and tits with his fresh load. But the sight was entirely common now to Cadance, and endless, sacred rite just as divine as Celestia and Luna raising the sun and moon.

As the two stallions took their next positions in the endless, carnal dance, Gilda laughed and smirked. "King Thorax, eh? Let's hope he's got a big dick," she said. "And after him... who knows who's next?"