Gilda's Empire

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.