Chapters Shining adjusted his cloak as he peered into the foreboding cavern entrance laying before him. The air was cold and biting, the harsh wasteland was unforgiving as he remembered it being, and there were any number of things he’d rather be doing than exploring some frigid grotto by his lonesome, yet he steeled himself and trotted into the gloom. Sending power into his horn, he cast a rosy light to illuminate his way.
While he cautiously delved deeper and listened to the whipping wind outside, his thoughts darkened. He could have - heck, he probably should have sent a contingent of guards to investigate the magical anomaly, but he wasn’t about to take any chances. Slowing to a halt, he gave a frustrated sigh.
It was exceptionally rare for him to personally deal with problems. Being the Prince of a kingdom, and having the most loving wife in the world, meant he was busy more often than not - on top of that, he had his daughter, Flurry, to think about. There wasn’t much that would have him go out on an expedition, and fewer still that would cause him to go alone, but this required his immediate attention.
Sombra - the name alone was spoken of in feared, hushed whispers. Even after he’d been vanquished a handful of times, with the most recent being at the hands of Twilight Sparkle and the Elements of Harmony, the lingering scars he’d cast upon the ponies of the Crystal Empire endured. If there was even the smallest risk that the King had somehow returned, having clawed his way back from whatever infernal abyss he’d been cast to, he needed to be stopped before he could hurt anypony.
Shining to his left and right, down opposing tunnels that led deeper into the earth. There’d been a faint disturbance involving dark magic the night prior, one that even Sunburst had barely detected, and it was his job to determine what was going on. The whole entire affair was probably just a wild goose chase, likely just some crystals compressing or shattering under a glacial flow, although there was only one way to be sure.
With his breath fogging before him, Shining cleared his throat. “Hello?”
The call echoed away and gradually faded into oblivion. This was a waste of time. If Sombra really had come back, he would have felt some trace of umbral sorcery by now - plus there was the matter of subtlety. Sombra was a great many things, tyrannical and menacing being only two, yet he wasn’t one to lay traps or scheme.
Shining went to turn, refocused the power flowing through his horn, and froze. It was only when the light around him had faded, wreathing him in pitch blackness as he prepared to teleport back to the castle, that he saw it. Coming from deeper in the cave, there was a dim glow.
“Great ,” he groused.
He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, although he could make an educated guess. For some reason or another, there were ponies who viewed Sombra with reverence; such unhinged individuals, while troublesome, never really amounted to much - be that as it may, they would be dealt with and shown the error of their misguided ways. Pulling his cloak tighter, he lowered his head and stealthy pressed onward.
The passage he crept through took a turn and opened into a massive, icy chamber that was decidedly unnatural. As if the smooth surfaces of the ceiling, floors, and walls weren’t unnerving enough, standing in sharp contrast to the craggy tunnel he’d just gone through, there was a throne sitting squarely in the center of the room. As his eyes scanned the area, looking for any potential threat, the foundations of several offensive and defensive spells swirled about his mind.
What started as an ominous chuckle coming from everywhere and nowhere at once grew into a cruel laugh. The sound was unsettling, more than enough to disquiet anypony, yet it soothed his nerves. Whoever or whatever he’d just stumbled upon, having a distinctly marish voice, wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.
“Ha ha ha ,” he sarcastically clucked while straightening up. “Want to let me in on the joke?”
“I would ,” his unseen host purred, “although I’d hate to spoil the fun. Are you alone ?”
Waving his arms around himself, Shining scrunched his snout. “What’s it look like? Listen, I’m sure you’re having a great time in this little hovel of yours, and you did a fine job making that chair, but I’ve got better things to do than stand around freezing my but off.”
“Freezing ?” the voice quipped. “My most sincere apologies, Prince Shining Armor. Perhaps I could heat things up a bit for you …”
Shadows billowed from behind the crystalline throne, consuming it and shrouding a large portion of the chamber in darkness, a rhythmic tapping cut through the air. Click Click Click- as the noise grew louder and more distinct, Shining’s hackles raised. With crimson eyes, a twisted smirk, and a flowing black mane, a figure emerged.
Shining’s jaw nearly hit the floor. The carmine horn, grey coat, and menacing gaze were unmistakable, the very things he occasionally had nightmares about, yet what he was seeing didn’t make the slightest bit of sense. Sombra was a stallion, and an imposing one at that, not a tall, curvaceous mare .
“It’s so good to be back,” she groaned as she ran her hands over her expansive bust, down her slender waist, and to her broad, foal-bearing hips. “What’s the matter, Shiny , cat got your -”
“S…Sombra?” Shining croaked, finally finding his voice.
Smiling all the broader, she cupped and squeezed her heaving bosoms. “In the flesh, dear.”
He couldn’t bring himself to look away from her, so he did the next best thing - he pinched the bridge of his snout and closed his eyes. Whoever this was, they were evidently a fan of Sombra - an utterly shameless and slatternly fan, but a fan all the same. With the faintest hint of blush in his cheeks, he snorted in frustration.
“I don’t care who you are, you’re coming with me,” he grumbled. “I’ll -”
“Kneel,” she coolly interrupted.
Scowling over at her, he set his jaw. This mare obviously had a few screws loose, even if she’d momentarily duped him into thinking she was some whorish incarnation of the would-be despot, and he felt certain the psychologists back at the Crystal Empire would have a field day with her. Snickering to himself, he wagged a finger.
“Circling back for a second - yeah, you are pretty funny,” he mused. “The cape is on point, basically perfect, but the real Sombra wouldn’t be caught dead wearing all that .”
Following the flippant wave of his hand, she peered down at herself. “I’ll confess, I thought the same thing myself at first, although it would be a crime not to show all this off ~ wouldn’t you say?”
As if drawn by her words, his eyes drifted down from her face. He’d met more mares than he could count over the years, including Princess Celestia and Princess Cadance on numerous occasions, although not a single one of them could rival what this Sombra wannabe in sexual appeal. He kept his distance while he inspected her and drank in her admittedly alluring figure.
For starters, being nearly a foot taller than himself, she had him beat in the height department - secondly and even more glaringly, to call her voluptuous would be an understatement. Her tits were bigger than his head, she had legs for days, and her thighs - mother of mercy , her thighs were the perfect blend of muscle and plumpness. He had no idea who she really was, but he’d be lying if he said she wasn’t stunning.
“Ah ,” she sighed, “I see you’re appreciating my assets - here, allow me…”
Turning away from him, she flung her cape over her shoulder. Her attire, consisting of a sling bikini top, thong, leggings, and stiletto heels left perilously little to the imagination - better or worse still, for he couldn’t honestly say which, she was none too modest about showing herself off. As she slowly bent forward and splayed her legs, grinning over her shoulder all the while, his heart skipped a beat.
She giggled and drew her tongue over her fangs while she swayed her hips from side to side. “I won’t complain about this new body, however…”
“H…however ?” Shining stammered, unable to tear his gaze from the glistening, wet fabric clinging to her plump nethers.
Reaching between her udder-like breasts, she pawed at her crotch. “The marehood, Shining, it’s just dreadful . Whenever I think of you, the ache becomes nearly unbearable .”
Shining swallowed hard, his mouth instantaneously watering, and blood surged to his loins. Though he was a faithful stallion and husband, never once having stepped outside his marriage to sate himself with anypony, there had been several times when he’d been tempted to sin. Averting his gaze to spare himself the ignominy of getting a boner while dealing with a lunatic, he growled.
“Well I’m sorry to hear it,” he huffed. “Once we get back to civilization, I bet you’ll have plenty of -”
“Of what ?” she breathed.
She was on him in a flash, so quickly that he had no time to react whatsoever, and his face was nearly buried in her cleavage as she loomed over him. Suddenly finding himself staring at two of the biggest tits he’d ever seen would have been bad, although that was only the tip of the iceberg. Shying back and drawing a breath, preparing to firmly but politely tell her she could find some poor sap to scratch her amorous itch elsewhere, he shuddered.
The aroma wafting off her was incredible , like a blend of bestial passion and exotic flowers, and it rocked him to his very core. While he was fully aware that each mare’s scent was slightly different, he was unprepared for the olfactory assault on his senses. Fighting the urge to step forward entomb his muzzle in the valley of her bosoms, he felt his pants tighten.
“Of what, Shiny?” she pressed. Resting one hand on his shoulder, she brought a finger under his chin and lifted his face. “I’ll have plenty of what ?”
“I - Ahem -” he weakly coughed, finding it hard to speak. “Plenty of stallions.”
“But I don’t want plenty of stallions,” she cooed, “I want you ~ is that not apparent?”
His slacks tented and railed against his growing erection while sinful, self-indulgent thoughts invaded his mind. Summoning every ounce of restraint he had, he slapped her arm away and leapt back. No - buck no. He had never cheated on his wife, and he sure as heck wasn’t going to stick his dick in some crazy mare lurking in a cave!
She rolled her eyes and folded her arms under her immense bust as he reached for his sword. “Shiny, you wound me. After all these years, all the history we have, I would have thought you’d be elated to subdue and conquer me once and for all…”
“You’re not Sombra,” he insisted through gritted teeth. “You’re just some wacko who -”
“Oh but I am Sombra ,” she hissed in his ear.
His blood ran cold, his heart sank, and a cold pit formed in his stomach as a pair of hands ran up his back. What was happening? How had she gotten behind him so quickly? Who was this mare? Unsure of what to do or say, if anything should be said at all, he was drawn back and held in her embrace.
Sandwiching his head in her bust, she caressed his chest. “The sooner you accept that it’s me, the quicker you can cast me into a little dungeon and keep me as your pet . You’d be a hero, you know, sparing the citizenry of such a malign force - granted, I can’t say your wife would approve of you having a concubine, but that will be our little secret ~ won’t it ?”
“I…” he rasped.
It would be so easy - so incredibly easy to give her a roll in the hay. Nopony would believe her word over his, seeing as how she was clearly insane, and everypony knew he was a devoted husband and father - furthermore, for all he knew, she would claim they got frisky anyways! Wriggling free from her clutches, he marched forward, turned on his heel, and drew his blade.
“We are not doing that,” he snarled. “Come back with me peacefully , or else…”
“Or else what?” she cackled. Defiantly strutting to him and pushing the tip of his sword down with a finger, she locked eyes with him. “How about this ~ if you’re insistent on making this hard, you run back to the castle, gather as many guards as you can, then you may be able to overpower me.”
He balked as she sauntered past him and toward the throne. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You couldn’t if you tried,” she tutted without sparing him a glance. Spinning and easing herself down, she swung one leg over the arm of the chair. “Go on, the exit’s right where you left it.”
Every ounce of common sense Shining had implored him to leave, if only to return with a platoon of armed and armored royal guard to corroborate his story, yet he couldn’t budge - not because he was held captive in any meaningful way, but because of what Sombra did . Tweaking her right nipple with one hand, while rubbing her marehood with the other, she reclined and gave a deep, guttural groan.
He’d seen strippers who would struggle to put on a show that came close to the depraved display she was putting on. While he couldn’t see everything she had to offer, what with her nipples and nethers still covered, the bawdy spectacle sang a siren’s song to his stallionly wants. Gripped with indecision, he fidgeted in place.
Cadance was a loving wife, impeccable mother, and had a body that was the envy of many mares - still, Sombra was in a league of her own. The deranged, wanton mare’s incredible stature would have made her captivating enough in and of itself, yet her mountainous rack, physique, and imperious, almost haughty demeanor made her a walking avatar of lust.
“Aaaaaaaaghn,” she cried, her voice sending a shiver up his spine. “It’s so awful ,” she whined while peeking out at him with a single, heavily-lidded eye. “I’d - Nnnnf - always assumed intrusive erections were worrisome, but this is so much worse…”
If the feeling she was grappling with was anything remotely similar discomfort wracking him, he could genuinely sympathize. His stallionhood was so hard that it hurt, genuinely hurt, and the fabric of his slacks was straining to contain it. As lightly tugged at one side of her top and caused a gargantuan to spill out and into the open, a bead of pre-cum slipped from his cock-head.
“And the leaking - Ugh,” she pouted. Shifting course and tugging her panties aside, she spread her meaty, lower-lips to reveal her succulent, pink interior. “Whenever you traipse through this cute little head of mine, I get so wet …”
With his curiosity getting the better of him, he met her gaze. “Why though - I mean, if you really are Sombra, why would you be so interested in me ?”
She smoothly slipped a pair of slender digits into herself while looking into his eyes. “You’re one of the few who can rightfully claim to have defeated me, you captured the heart of the Princess of Love, and you’re a paragon of virility. If there were ever a stallion who was worthy to sow their seed with Queen Sombra, it’s you.”
The mere mention of sowing his seed was nearly enough to derail Shining’s train of thought, but he collected himself and focused. “Queen Sombra. So - um - what even happened with that?”
Continuing to finger herself, she shut her eyes. “It was - is my one hope of finding salvation. Since I’m clearly incapable of retaking my - pardon, your empire, it’s only right that I surrender myself and my fruitful womb to you. Should you sire a foal with me, I’ll have no other option than to forsake my wicked ways and raise your heir.”
Shining knit his brow. There was a small amount of logic to her assertion, although it was certainly a highly atypical approach. Sombra was a powerful wielder of magic, capable of feats that could equal even alicorns, so it wouldn’t be impossible for him to change his sex and gender on a whim. Pondering on the bizarre conundrum, he started as a pitiable whimper crept past her pouting lips.
“Please ,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything you ask of me, just please - please find it in your heart to give me the smallest respite from these insatiable, marish urges…”
Licking his lips, he inched forward. Life had brought him to a crossroads, and there was no simple solution he could turn to. On one hand, if he brought her to back to the castle, irrespective of whether he summoned several guards to assist, she’d almost assuredly end up getting rutted by the soldiery - on the other, should he yield to his impulses and give her what she wanted, his marriage and title would be put on the line.
“If…if we do this,” he warily began, “I’ll deny it ever happened…”
Perking up practically flinging herself from the throne, Sombra fell to her knees and clasped her hands together in supplication. “Of course! Should I fall pregnant, everypony will just assume I’m carrying a bastard foal with an unknown father.”
Her jubilant tone soothed his nerves only slightly, but it was enough to sway the pendulum. The choice was made, the die cast, and he was about to do the unthinkable. With the smallest smile gracing his lips, he crossed his arms and expectantly nodded down at the throbbing bulge in his pants.
“O…of course ,” she stammered. Shuffling forward on her knees, she gently placed her hands on his hips. “Allow me to serve you, my liege…”
There was something supremely gratifying about seeing a mare kneeling before him, and that enjoyment was magnified exponentially by the fact that it was none other than Sombra herself gradually loosening his belt and unbuttoning his pants. As she opened his fly and lightly tugged at his slacks, his enthusiasm grew. He may have been thrown off to discover that she’d turned herself into a mare, although she wasn’t the only one with a surprise or two.
Revealing inch after inch of his length, she held a hand to her snout and gasped. “Y…you’re huge…”
“Yeah ,” he flippantly noted as his cock sprang free and into the open. “Hope you’re ready to take responsibility for that.”
She visibly gulped while wrapping her hands around his shaft. Fate had been kind to him in many different ways, yet his stallionhood was a source of constant pride. From the days he’d intimidated classmates in the locker room at school, he’d known he was extraordinarily well-hung. Stepping in and swinging his hips, he smacked his cock against Sombra’s cheek.
“I…if I may ,” she stammered.
Seeing her bring a hand beneath his prolific coin purse, he chuckled. “Go ahead - after all, you’re going to make sure they’re completely drained before we leave this place.”
Keeping his eyes on her, he reveled in the sight of his nemesis, one of the only creatures he’d ever feared, worshiping him. Her touch was soft and timid, her breath hot against the tender flesh of his cock, and her stunned expression were exquisite. Since it had taken quite some time for Cadance to acclimate to his endowment, with the first few weeks of sex being more onerous than anything, it was his hope that Sombra’s massive size would make matters enjoyable for the both of them.
She gently fondled his balls while looking up and down his length. “I…I can’t take it any longer …”
Moments from asking her what she meant, Shining got his answer. Rising up and shifting around to face him, Sombra squeezed her tits together between her forearms as she opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and clutched the base of his shaft. There was still time to turn back, to preserve the sacred vows he’d made to his wife, yet the temptation proved too strong. He slowly exhaled and shivered while she wrapped her lips around his bloated cock-head.
It may have been his imagination, but her maw was absolutely phenomenal . From the way she massaged the underside of his stallionhood with her tongue to how she softly moaned around him, her devotion left nothing to be desired - or so she thought. As she leaned in and brought the tip of his length to the back of her throat, he assumed she would start sucking him off - turns out, he was only partially correct.
Taking a deep breath through her sinuses, she rammed her head forward and hilted him in her muzzle in one smooth movement. The sensation of her snug gullet, paired with her stifled gag, was enough to make him hiss with pleasure. She wasn’t playing around, literally choking herself on him without the smallest bit of hesitation, and things had only just got going.
She pulled back slowly, mopping his shaft with her lips all the way, then began swabbing her throat in earnest. Her skill was, in a word, impeccable. Cadance struggled with blowing him properly, even after all the years they’d been together, and she was was none too shy about telling him that - Sombra, on the contrary, seemed gleeful to fuck her face on him.
Straightening and reclining ever so slightly, she crushed the lower portion of his shaft in her cleavage, smiled around his cock, and winked up at him. While it was one thing to be with a mare who’d begrudgingly warm him up, it was another entirely to have a mare who was happy to slobber on his endowment. As his inner scales steadily tipped to one side, he lowered his hands and ran his fingers through his thick, luscious mane.
“Be rough ,” she breathed after pulling back just enough to clear her snout, “I deserve nothing less .”
“Gladly ,” he muttered.
Simultaneously rutting her muzzle and tit-fucking her, he bucked his hips while pulling her head to his crotch. Considering it had been decades since he’d been able to let himself go, caring too much for Cadance to get overly rough with her, it became increasingly difficult to hold himself back. As he ignited his horn and surrounded her nipples with his sorcerous aura, pulling and twisting the delicate buds of flesh, his libido overtook his reluctance.
“Fucking slut,” he rumbled.
She made no move to oppose him - quite the opposite, his harsh words and domineering actions only seemed to fan the flames of her arousal. Shifting and splaying her legs, she reached down to her groin. Though he couldn’t see what she was doing, the view of her loins obscured by her bust rack, it was clear what she was up to.
She’d meant it, she really did want to serve him. Plowing her tits and snout, he flashed his teeth at her. A part of him wanted to magically bind her arms behind her back and prevent her any pleasure other than what he chose to deliver, yet he abstained and allowed her to play with herself. If or when things got too heated, he’d intervene and show her that he would be the only way she got the release she so desperately craved.
Hastening his pace, he bucked his hips and relished the exquisite feelings her maw and breasts afforded. To her credit, in spite of him using her face like a sex-toy, she endured his onslaught with startling ease. She took breaths when she could while hungrily slobbering on his length and fingering herself.
Should Cadance or anypony from the Empire stumble upon him, he’d be dead - no, worse than dead. Exile would be assured, his wife would undoubtedly leave him, and he’d have to live the rest of his life knowing that his daughter had been robbed of a happy, functional family, yet what he may lose was overshadowed by what he’d gained. For the first time in ages, possibly for the first time in his life , he was in complete control.
Taking a step back, he released her and drew his stallionhood from her muzzle with a wet Pop. “Get up.”
“I - Cough - g…give me a moment ,” she wheezed while wiping strands of saliva and pre-cum from her chin. “That was -”
“Get up ,” he snarled. “You’re the one who asked for this, and you’re going to obey me.”
She got her feet under her, shakily stood, and kept her eyes on the floor. “M…my apolog -”
“Sit on the throne and spread your legs,” he commanded, cutting her off for a second time.
It was then, seeing her nod and stroll back to the throne to obey him without question, that he understood it. She was extremely attractive, even by alicorn standards, and the blowjob she’d given him was incredible, but it was the power , the absolute authority he wielded over her, that spurred him on. Walking over to her, he sank to one knee and pressed his muzzle to her slavering, winking cunt.
While he’d always had a weakness for making his sexual partners feel good, although this was so, so much better than that. His nemesis, the same pony who’d come just shy of destroying the kingdom he cherished so deeply, was now little more than his thrall . As he lapped at her cunt, his mind grew clouded by the intoxicating notion of bringing her to heel.
Sombra locked a leg around the back of his head, ensuring he couldn’t escape. “S…such a gracious master ! I’m n…not worthy !”
Lifting his head, he gazed through the valley of her bosoms and to her face. “You’re not.”
He set upon her with renewed vigor before she could reply. The flavor of her sex was astonishing, strong and all but feral, and her silken depths spasming around his tongue only fueled his mounting lust. Whether or not he ultimately knocked her up was of little consequence, because she’d learn that he truly was her master.
The rush of the taboo, of understanding what was at stake, was a exotic spice to what was already a scandalous dish. There he was, a Prince, father, husband, and hero, and he was wantonly feasting upon a cruel ne’er-do-well’s pussy like some lucky, hormonal teenager. Casting aside his inhibitions, he nursed on her clit and earned himself a delighted squeal for his efforts.
Thoughtlessly eating her out, and stroking himself in one hand, he recoiled when she howled. Rivers of sweltering nectar gushed from her cunt, baptizing him in her juices and bringing him to a sudden standstill. He would have had every right to be upset, not for the least of which reasons being he was drenched and would reek of her until he’d gotten a chance to shower, yet the climactic spray sent him into an absolute frenzy.
He bolted upright, took her ankles in his hands, and plunged his turgid stallionhood into her. Her velvety interior was everything he could have dreamed for and more. Neither too snug nor too loose, her marehood embraced him as though it had been made for him. As he seated his cock-head against her womb, only just bottoming out within her, he leaned forward and gently bit down on her nipple.
She came in an instant, braying to the heavens while bathing his crotch in sweltering she-cum, although that did nothing to slow him down. Hammering into her, he angled his plunged to grind his medial ring around her g-spot. He’d never failed to satisfy a mare, even the handful he’d bedded before committing himself to Cadance, and he’d be darned if he was going to start now.
Her hand shot past her swaying bosoms and rubbed her clit as she cracked an eye and weathered his carnal offensive. “H…harder …”
He sneered and fucked her even harder than he had been already. Even with Cadance, a mare he’d been having sex with routinely for over a decade, he wasn’t able to tap into his full potential, but that was about to change. Broadening his stance and steadying himself, he pulled out all the stops.
In a fit of pique, she shook her legs free and snapped them around his waist. “Yes!!!”
His vision tunneled, his pulse raced, and his breaths came hard and heavy - nevertheless, he didn’t relent. Beating his cock against her cervix, he grimaced. He couldn’t explain it - heck, he barely even noticed it, yet he had a nagging sense that something was amiss. As he brushed aside his concern and focused on screwing her into submission, she screamed and came once again.
While minutes languidly passed, his grasp on time around him grew tenuous. Though he wasn’t tired, it felt like the world around him was fading away. It was hard to think, sweat slickened his body, and he was filled with the single-minded yearning to claim her. Shifting his attention up to her face, he smirked while she extended her arms.
“Kiss me ,” she implored.
There was something wrong with her tone, like her words reverberated through every fiber of his being, yet he wasn’t strong enough to defy her. Bending forward, he snaked a hand behind her head and locked lips with her. The moment her tongue snaked into his muzzle, a jolt of energy surged through him.
His memories and passions, the very pillars his life had been built upon, faded into nonexistence. Queen Sombra - the only thing that mattered, had mattered, or would ever matter was Queen Sombra. The final thought to grace him as he was consumed, slipping beneath the unyielding tide of her will, was that he’d fallen straight into her trap.
Bringing her muzzle to the side of his head, she breathed hotly on his ear. “Cum .”
He did so in a blink, grunting and hilting her as a tide of foal-batter coursed through his flaring, pulsing stallionhood. There was no anger or regret as he bred her - instead, he was overcome with profound, soul-crushing contentment. Heaving air into his chest, he stared vacantly into her glowing, green-tinged eyes.
“Mine?” she purred.
“A…always ,” he numbly responded.
Pulling him into a hug, she giggled. “As it should be …”
Shining Armor was gone - in his place was nothing more than an obedient, broken husk that had once been a proud stallion, and he knew it. A prisoner within his own mind, he was helpless to stop her - worse still, a sliver of his being was grateful that she’d chosen him. A lifetime of servitude awaited him, filled with pleasure beyond his wildest imaginings, and there was only one mare he could thank for it - his Queen …
Staring past her balcony and onto the moonlit Crystal Empire, Princess Cadance sighed. At a glance, everything was as it should be: her royal subjects were asleep in their bed, the weather was pleasant, and her kingdom was tranquil - alas, she was anything but at peace. As she turned and looked at her vacant bed, her thoughts darkened.
Shining had been gone for the better part of a week, and there’d been no word from him since. She’d dispatched a trio of platoons to her husband’s last known location, a remote area far to the north-west, although her search had come up empty-handed. For all intents and purposes, her betrothed had simply vanished .
While she hadn’t alerted her sister-in-law, Twilight Sparkle, on the matter, nor had she sent word to Princess Celestia or Princess Luna on the matter, that may change before long. The last thing she wanted to do was to cause a panic amongst the public, especially given how capable of a stallion Shining was, but she may be left with no choice. Trotting back to her bed, she eased herself down onto the side of the mattress.
Realistically, she knew she didn’t have much to worry about. In the past, there’d been times when Shining would take small sabbatical, going off to clear his head and slip from his official duties, yet such an instance hadn’t occurred since Flurry Heart had come into their lives. Burying her face in her hands, she shook her head.
Had she done something wrong? Was Shining upset with her? If he’d simply wanted some space, why hadn’t he simply told her so? She loved him more than anypony else in the world, excluding their wondrous daughter, and the notion of losing him was too terrifying to consider. Should the worst come to pass, and she was left to rule her kingdom and raise a foal by her lonesome, she didn’t know what she was going to do.
“Shining ,” she softly lamented while casting her gaze to the window, “please come back .”
She closed her eyes and dwelled on him, mutely beseeching the heavens for his safe return, until a sound crept to her ear. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to hear movement within the castle, what with the routine patrol of guards or staff scurrying about to attend to their duties, although this was different. Listing to the noise of footfalls approaching her door from the hallway beyond, she glanced over at her vanity.
Given the late hour, she was not prepared for visitors. A sheer nightie hung loosely over her frame, doing nothing to conceal her bare bosoms or panties hugging her nethers, and her crown rested on the nightstand - all in all, anypony who was bold enough to step in uninvited would get a very compromising look of their Princess. She bolted to her feet and hurried to the exit, if only out of an abundance of caution, and waited. After a tense moment, somepony, though she couldn’t fathom whom, came to a stop just outside.
“Yes?” she called out expectantly. Holding her breath and waiting for a reply, she knit her brow. “Unless this is important, I’d rather wait until -”
Before she could finish speaking, the door swung open and pushed her back. She clenched her fists as her temper flared, in no mood to deal with anypony who couldn’t at least be polite enough to announce themselves, yet her ire died when she saw her unwanted intruder. With a cape draped over his shoulders, the Prince - her Prince, smiled fondly upon her.
“Shining!” she bleated, throwing herself upon him. “I was s…so worried!”
The immeasurable relief and elation upon knowing he was safe filled her with joy, yet it was tainted. Pushing herself away from him, having just embraced him, she forced herself to scowl. The days were gone when he could do as he pleased, now that he had a family, and she couldn’t let him think otherwise.
“Shining, what in the world were…” she trailed off as her eyes swept over him.
He was very much the stallion she’d fallen in love with, yet he appeared different . His chest and shoulders were broader, the muscles about his limbs thicker, and he somehow, as inexplicable as it was, looked taller than he had before. Was her mind playing tricks on her? Where had he gotten his attire, an outfit she’d never seen before, from? What was going on? Regardless of the questions assailing her, he gave her no time to consider the matter.
Closing the small gap between them, he slipped an arm behind her, tipped her back, and shot forward. His breath washed over her face while his soft, warm lips locked with hers. She wanted to be upset, to berate him for the worry he’d unduly caused, but the raw passion of his kiss was too powerful to be denied.
In a heartbeat, she caved under the pressure of his love. Her tongue slipped into his muzzle, she pawed at his back, and softly groaned while they made out. Like many times before, and many times yet to come, he’d succinctly defused the situation with his affection.
He quickly relented, righted her, and stepped back. “I missed you too…”
At a loss, unsure if she should chastise or console him, she studied him. He really was bigger than before, but that wasn’t the strangest thing in the world. Since magic was capable of altering one’s figure, and because potions could effectively do the same, his newfound look was easily explainable - still, why he’d changed his look was a total mystery.
“Maybe I can make it up to you?” he inquired with the faintest trace of a grin on his muzzle.
Cadance’s marehood seized, and her hair stood on end, hearing him speak. Of course, now it made sense! He understood he’d messed up by making her fret over nothing, and this was his way to atone for it. Trying and failing not to grin like an excited schoolfilly, she folded her arms and snickered.
He chuckled as he unclasped his cape and tossed it aside. She adored him for a multitude of reasons, chief amongst which being his caring demeanor and devotion, yet she wouldn’t deny she found him remarkably attractive. His snow-white coat, sapphire mane and tail, and turquoise eyes, paired with his adonic body and handsome face, were enough to make mares envious of her - she’d know, she’d caught several eyeing him from afar over the years.
As he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his rippling pecs and chiseled abs, her depths quivered with anticipation. He’d been a stunner before, but now - now his body was like that of a god . With her panties growing wetter by the second, she gnawed her lower lip and stifled an groan.
Stepping out of his pants, and leaving only his boxers remaining, he waved down at his groin. “Care to do the honors?”
There were times in life when actions spoke louder than words, and this was assuredly one of them. Strutting over and sinking to her knees, she hooked her thumbs over the waistband of his underwear. While she steadily drew his boxers down, unveiling the dark flesh of his girthy length, her suspicions were realized.
Every part of him had been changed - every single part . His stallionhood had always been impressive, both in its size and how it contrasted against his white fur, yet it was now positively monstrous . Hanging under its own weight, and growing thicker and longer by the second, his endowment was nearly - no, more than twice its original size.
“H…holy heck ,” Cadance stammered. With a trembling hand, she lifted and gently squeezed his colossal length. “What have you been feeding this thing?”
He gave a small shrug and offered a hand in response. It was a cute reaction, something he typically did when he was flustered, and tickled her. Allowing him to help her up to her feet, she stood, brushed a lock of mane away from her face, and yelped when she was scooped up and thrown over his shoulder.
Crossing to the bed, he hurled her upon the mattress. If the impromptu kissing, strip-show, and enhanced features hadn’t been a sure sign that he wanted to make amends in a decidedly passionate way, snatching her up by the ankles, spreading her legs, and pulling her to the foot of the bed sure did. Collecting herself, she peered down through the valley of her breasts as he took a knee.
He brought his muzzle to her crotch, rested her legs over his shoulders, and began ravishing her without saying a word. The sensation of his tongue gliding between her lower lips was amazing, but he wasn’t done with her - not by a long shot. Igniting his horn and pinning her arms to the mattress, he fixated on her winking, engorged clit.
Squirming in place, with sparks sputtering from her horn, she gasped. Most of the time, even when they were both feeling particularly frisky, there was plenty of build-up, fondling, and teasing, although that wasn’t the case on this occasion. Skipping the formalities, he went for the throat like a love-struck animal.
Her eyes shot open as a warmth shrouded her bust. The familiar sensation of magic intensified as her nipples were twisted and tugged by his aura. Sweet Celestia - she would have been happy with simply getting some cuddles, but she wasn’t about to stop him. Wading through her bliss, she peeked over at the door and summoned her arcane might.
Seeing as how there were a small number of active ponies within the castle, between the handful of guards and staff, a bit of prudence was sorely due - as such, she locked the door and cast a shielding spell on the chamber. Nopony would be able to hear them, irrespective of how loud they became, and any intrusion would be all but impossible. Free to be as loud as she liked, and with the use of her lower-half still available to her, she locked her legs around the back of Shining’s head and squealed.
Between his delicate use of sorcery, outright zeal, and the way he’d passionately blindsided her, she skyrocketed towards release. With her heart thundering in her bosom, she willed herself to lift her head. The physical pleasure he delivered unto her was compounded by the sight of him eating her out.
He met her gaze and parted from her sopping wet loins. “Getting close?”
“Uh…uh-huh ,” she breathed.
Keeping his arcane hold on her, he got up and returned to his discarded clothing. It was infuriating to be brought to the brink only for him to stop, although she wasn’t as bothered as most mares would have been. She knew him well, having slept with him more times than she could ever count, and he wasn’t finished with her.
Sure enough, after fishing around in his pants pocket, he straightened and strolled to the bedside. He’d fetched something, something small enough to hide in his hand, but no clue as to what it could be. Turning her eyes to his closed fist, she smirked when she saw him lift a silvery band between his forefinger and thumb.
She didn’t resist as he slipped the innocuous piece of jewelry onto her horn. One moment, she could feel her nigh unfathomable sorcerous power coursing through her - the next, it was simply gone. Negation rings were usually used solely on prisoners to prevent them from using their magic, although they had other applications as well. While not spoken of openly, such artifacts could be utilized in more domineering and taboo ways - ways which she and Shining practiced periodically.
Sitting down beside her, he extended a hand to her nethers and caressed her clit. “You like it?”
“Y…yeah ,” she squeaked. “J…just don’t -”
“Exquisite work, Shiny,” a wholly unfamiliar voice coldly intoned. “I never doubted you for a moment.”
Cadance went rigid as she looked over and saw a silhouette emerge from the shadows gathered in the far corner of her room. She and Shining weren’t alone, yet the shock of comprehending that alone was eclipsed by whom had interrupted them. Though her figure was foreign, the aura of menace, fanged grin, and crimson, cat-like eyes told her exactly who she was looking at.
“What’s wrong, Cadance?” Sombra giggled. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
Too stunned to make a sound, Cadance sneered. King Sombra had, for whatever reason, taken great liberties with himself in his absence. Clad in nothing more than a cape, the once-stallion unabashedly strutted across the chamber. The sheer absurdity of seeing the formerly imposing tyrant parading about like a common whore tinged her dismay with amusement.
Nodding over at the busty, nearly nude mare, Cadance snorted. “Have an identity crisis?”
“More like a revelation,” Sombra serenely responded. “I must say, had I known being a Queen would be as amusing as it is, I would have done so ages ago.”
“Queen of the sluts, maybe,” Cadance countered.
As if stricken, Sombra held a hand to her monumental bust. “I’m not a slut at all - in fact, I’m quite a faithful and dedicated mare ~ isn’t that right, Shiny ?”
Silently getting up and walking over to Sombra, he stepped to her side. “Of course, my Queen.”
Cadance felt herself go pale. It wasn’t until that moment, seeing and hearing her husband speaking to the evildoer, that all the pieces fell into place. Shining’s body, way he’d tenaciously come onto her, the negation ring - it was all a trap, and she’d fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Struggling against her ethereal bonds, she gnashed her teeth.
Sombra dismissively waved a hand while clutching Shining’s stallionhood. “Don’t tucker yourself out, dearest. The night is young, and we’ve only just gotten started.”
“You’ll - Nnngh - screw you!” Cadance raged impotently.
Of all the sticky situations, both literal and figurative, she’d ever been in, this one may have taken the cake. She had no means to defend herself, the royal guard had no idea that anything was amiss, and no noise would escape her chamber - in short, she was in terrible danger. Throwing her head from side to side, she fruitlessly tried to dislodge the ring from her horn.
Her attempt to free herself wavered as a pair of slender fingers walked up her inner thigh and to her marehood. “Don’t touch me!”
“Given how wet you are, I would have assumed you’d like to get some relief - then again, nothing can compare to my Shiny ,” Sombra pouted.
“He’s not your anything!” Cadance barked.
Sombra rose to her full, incredible height and motioned Shining to her side. “You’re right, he’s actually my everything .”
Turning her gaze up to Shining’s face, Cadance hoped - prayed she’d see defiance in his eyes. The look on his face was soul-crushing; instead of having a vacant, mindless expression, the sort of thing somepony who’d been enthralled would have, he seemed happy . Her fury burned white hot, brighter and more terrible than it ever had, yet she was powerless to do anything about it.
“Ah - you noticed,” Sombra purred. Slipping around to Shining’s back, she ran her hands around his chest and hip. “It was another advantageous decision on my part. All I did was tip the scales in that pretty little head of his by giving him what he wanted - me .”
“Liar!” Cadance snapped.
Sombra continued nonchalantly groping Shining while peering over his shoulder at her. “Far from it. Shining yearned to have a fruitful, powerful mare, and he received it, just as he pined to sire an heir.”
“He has an heir, her name is Flurry,” Cadance spat.
“A son is not the same as a daughter - besides, little Flurry will surely follow in my footsteps,” Sombra cooed. “And if our foal happens to be a filly - well, I’m sure one of our offspring will be a colt…”
The implications of Sombra’s statement struck Cadance like a gong. There was no way Sombra could be serious ~ could she? Shining didn’t actually want some fat-titted, oversized, narcissistic sow as a lover ~ did he? As the mismatched pair looked to one another and began to kiss, her heart sank.
“He’s so romantic ,” Sombra noted as she pulled away and pecked his cheek. “I could go on and on about how wondrous he is, although you’re well aware of all that.”
“Go to Tartarus,” Cadance seethed.
“Been there, done that,” Sombra chirped. “Did you like my improvements?”
Watching Sombra lean forward to grope Shining’s balls, Cadance bared her teeth. “You’re not going to get away with this…”
“Yet,” Sombra corrected. “I’m not going to get away with it yet , although that won’t be the case once the sun has risen. After tonight, you’ll be overjoyed to serve me in any way I imagine, and I have quite the vivid imagination.”
“You do,” Shining affirmed while kissing his way up her shoulder.
“Shining, stop ,” Sombra tittered, “you’ll make her more jealous than she already is.”
Cadance pursed her lips and refused to take the bait. This was a trick, it had to be, and she would find a way to put the depraved mare in her place sooner or later - preferably the former. Staying quiet, she leered at the pair as they locked lips.
Sombra gently pushed Shining away, shifted on her heel, and sauntered to Cadance’s side. “Where are my manors? Allow me to indulge my gracious host…”
Despite her thrashing, Cadance’s head was turned to face Sombra. “I told you, don’t touch - Mmmph?!?”
Sombra struck like a striking serpent, bending over and kissing her with startling speed. Stars danced before her eyes, she went motionless, and she stiffened as a wave of euphoria washed over her. Her title as the Princess of Love wasn’t some hollow moniker, she had a preternatural sense for all things passionate, yet the pure desire that shot through her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
Pulling back and licking her lips, Sombra grinned. “Shiny, love, be a darling and turn her around for me.”
“Yes, my Queen,” Shining muttered. Taking Cadance by one ankle, he spun her in place and brought her head to hand over the end of the mattress. “Like this?”
“Excellent work - oh and be sure to reinforce her restraints,” Sombra added. “We wouldn’t want her getting away from our little show ~ would we?”
Cadance’s defiance waned as Shining stepped over her head. The shockwave of pleasure she’d just endured left her shaken. There was a fine line between love and lust, with the two being intrinsically linked in a way, and she was left questioning a great many things. Shaken from her thoughts as a pair of gargantuan balls came to rest on her face, she growled.
Her higher functions told her to be incensed, but her body sang a different song entirely. Her nipples were rock-hard, her marehood wouldn’t stop winking, and the sheets beneath her backside were growing damp with her arousal. Dire circumstances notwithstanding, she was sure of one thing - she was definitely turned on.
“Isn’t it glorious ,” Sombra sighed while Shining dragged his behemoth cock over Cadance’s cheek. “Big enough to ruin any mare and leave them begging for more, but I digress…”
Shining backed away while Sombra climbed atop the bed. It took Cadance a moment to figure out what they were up to, although it finally hit her when the bimbofied baddie swung a leg over her head. Even a sexual novice would be able to figure out what was going to happen, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Sombra lurched forward onto all fours and swung her hips from side to side. “How’s the view? Please tell me if you’d like me to adjust, because it’ll be much harder to move after he impales me on that fat bitch-breaker I gave him.”
Feeling something patter against her brow, Cadance looked upward. Sombra’s meaty cunt drooled overhead, cementing her fears, while Shining wasted no time and stepped in to kiss his cock-head to the nefarious Queen’s entrance. Though she felt obligated to look away, another, far more unsettling urge clawed at her.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Sombra moaned as she was penetrated. “He’s so huge . I - Nnnnnf - may have been a bit overzealous with his endowment…”
Cadance didn’t consider herself a prudish mare by any means, having both seen and experimented with all manner of amorous pursuits, yet the obscenity playing out above her rendered her speechless. Enrapt by the sight, she inhaled through her sinuses and drew in the balmy, mingled scent of Shining and Sombra’s musk.
Shifting her weight onto one arm, Sombra brought a hand to Cadance’s loins. “Allow me to help …”
Cadance’s startled gasp blossomed into a guttural groan as her clit was deftly stroked. It was torture of the most sinful type, and wrought havoc upon her mind. Indignation and wrath were choked out by perversions she’d know she had, while her guttural voice joined the symphony of grunts and mewling ringing in her ears.
Each of Shining’s thrusts sent his pendulous balls slapping against her face, Sombra’s udder-like tits sat and wobbled heavily against her thighs, and the heady bouquet of passion clung to her sinuses; it was a taste of heaven and hell that devastated her on a fundamental level. Bucking her hips, she fought against the tide of her lecherous wants.
Shining and Sombra’s zeal gradually mounted, although their fervor came at a cost. Writhing atop the bed, Cadance whined when the delicate fingers drifted away from her needy marehood. It wasn’t like she’d had any intention of getting off while she was being cheated on, although the bliss which had suddenly stopped had been some concession.
“Now?” Shining huffed.
Falling onto her bust, Sombra threw her ass back to meet Shining’s plunges. “Go ahead, I’m sure she’ll love it.”
The faint sound of magic was the only warning Cadance had before she was drowned in inconceivable rapture. She didn’t just sympathize with Sombra, understanding how phenomenal a lover Shining was, she experienced the rutting herself. She could feel her husband’s colossal stallionhood pounding into her, ravaging her and testing the limits of her depths, and it drove her to the brink of an orgasm within mere seconds .
Teetering on the cusp of a blissful oblivion, she howled out. Moments passed, Sombra and Shining showed no signs of easing up, and yet she wouldn’t - couldn’t cum. The development was excruciating to the point of lunacy. As Sombra’s cruel laughter filled the air, her mouth went dry.
“Perhaps if you assist my lover and I, I’ll allow you to climax…” Sombra hummed.
It dawned on Cadance how screwed she really was, that Sombra had not only wooed her husband away from her but held control over if she was able to experience orgasmic release, yet her horror was superseded by a maddening need to submit. Torn between her impulses and better judgment, she licked a drop of marish nectar from her lips.
Sombra slammed herself rearward, hilted herself on Shining’s immense cock, and shrieked passionately. Torrents of climactic juices spurted from her stuffed, quivering cunt while her thighs quaked and piercing wail echoed throughout the chamber. The display taking place inches from her snout begged for her inclusion, and she could scarcely hold herself back from partaking.
Frustrating didn’t even begin to describe how pent-up she felt. Her husband had been stolen from her, the ominous threat of losing her kingdom hung overhead, and she was deprived of any satisfaction whatsoever - that was unless she surrendered. As her tongue crept past her lips, the decision was made.
Craning her neck as far as she could, she feverishly lapped at Shining’s pistoning shaft and Sombra’s clit. Her resignation was nearly as sweet as the cocktail of pre-cum and nectar flowing over her taste buds and down her gullet. She’d willingly lost, cravenly giving in to her degenerate wants, and she would earn what she so desperately craved.
Though it was the first time she’d ever done anything sexual with a mare, the experience was anything but unpleasant. The exotic flavors on her palate, the scent clogging her nostrils, and how Shining’s balls rhythmically beat against her face were decadently debauched, and they were made all the more hedonistic from her abhorrent position. The stallion she cherished more than any other had been taken from her by one of the most vile creatures she’d ever had the displeasure of meeting, yet her only concerns revolved around her gratification.
Maybe she’d always been like this, harboring some latent masochistic tendencies that had never been given the opportunity to manifest, or perhaps she’d been corrupted by Sombra’s wicked influence - in either case, her thoughts were singular. Her family, her kingdom, her very child - none of them meant anything anymore. Like somepony dying of thirst, there was nothing she would do or give to sate herself.
Her desperate actions and capitulation brought untold joy to both Sombra and Shining. The duo became louder, screaming and snarling respectively, while fucking like savages. The most mortifying part of the exchange wasn’t that Cadance had joined them - far from it, it was that she basked in their affection for one another.
As Shining’s jackhammering lost all rhythm, devolving into erratic, manic thrusts, Cadance braced herself. She’d been with him for long enough to recognize the signs, being able to read him like a book, and she knew he was at his limit. Spontaneously shifting gears and tilting her head back, she lavished his nuts while they drew taut to his groin.
In perfect tandem, with their senses interlinked, Sombra and Cadance cried out as Shining hilted and came. From an outsider’s perspective, the spectacle would have been as provocative as it was heart-wrenching. The trio came nearly in unison, creating a cacophony, while making a grand mess of the bed and themselves.
On the off chance that Sombra wasn’t knocked up beforehand, the abundant amount of seed being pumped into her would ensure she would be afterward. Though Cadance couldn’t see it clearly, blinded by Shining’s hefty coin purse, she could feel the Queen’s abdomen swelling from the inordinate influx of foal-batter. While she lay limp and virtually lifeless, she grappled with everything that had just transpired.
Cadance had no words for the ordeal she’d endured. The shame, guilt, and self-pity she felt somehow went hand in hand with the joy, elation, and euphoria filling her mind. While she was keen enough to understand what she’d done, and that both her peers and her empire would be revolted by her, she was unable to wipe a foolish, euphoric grin from her muzzle.
“Am I not a generous Queen ?” Sombra whispered.
Nodding slowly, Cadance watched as Shining’s stallionhood started to soften. “Y…yes .”
“Good mare ,” Sombra snickered. “Now then, be a good filly and clean me up .”
The request was immediately followed by Shining backing up and hauling his length free. With a nearly imperceptible Pop, the bloated tip of his shaft sprang from Sombra’s battered cunt and allowed a river of thick foal-batter to cascade onto Cadance’s face. The disgraceful finishing touch was a perfectly reprehensible conclusion for the tryst, and nopony involved objected in the slightest.
Cadance couldn’t say when Shining had relinquished his sorcerous hold of her, although she found herself fiercely grabbing Sombra’s hips while burying her snout in the cruel mare’s gaped, cum-weeping pussy. The taste of Shining’s seed was as exquisite as it had ever been, and the sharp tang of her Queen’s essence made it downright ambrosial.
Shakily shuffling forward and rolling onto her back, Sombra spread her legs and beckoned. “You may continue, pet .”
“T…thank you ,” Cadance murmured, feeling thankful for the honor.
“And I thought you’d prove more challenging than your husband - excuse me, former husband,” Sombra clucked. “No matter - I’ll ensure Flurry isn’t as pathetic as her mother.”
Once again, Cadance was hit with a wave of gratitude. “Thank you …”
As she smirked down at Cadance, Sombra’s eyes flashed with umbral light. “Shining?”
“Yes, my Queen?” Shining dutifully responded.
“Go and fetch me the finest members of the royal guard, but make yourself presentable first,” Sombra glibly ordered while Cadance remained between her thighs. “Our kingdom will need the finest soldiers imaginable. While Cadance is hardly fitting to produce royalty of any sort, any half-blooded alicorns she births will make fine members of our army ~ don’t you agree?”
“Of course, but…” Shining began before going quiet.
Cadance paused and glanced upward, astonished that Shining would dare question Sombra. She wanted to intervene, although it wasn’t her place. Her instincts commanded her to stay silent and only speak when spoken to, so she lazily swallowed mouthful after mouthful of spunk and mareish juices.
Peaking a brow, Sombra stared over at him. “But…?”
“It would be prudent to wait, my Queen. At such a late hour, cherry picking guards from the barracks would raise questions and attract unwanted attention,” Shining observed. “If it’s your intention to turn Cadance into our - your broodmare, a bit of preparation and planning would be wise.”
Sombra giggled then burst into laughter. “Handsome, well-hung, and shrewd - Shining, you truly are a catch. Cadance, for all your shortcomings, I’ll give credit where credit is due - you have fine tastes in stallions.”
“Thank you, my - Glk?!?” Cadance croaked as Sombra leg-locked her head.
“I didn’t say stop , my pet,” Sombra tutted. “Shiny, come over here and let mommy suck your cock before we shower.”
Like a well-trained puppy, Shining did as he’d been instructed. As he crawled onto the mattress and presented his titanic, slickened cock to his lover, a contented groan escaped the deposed Princess. This was the natural order of things, the strongest and most capable seeing to a new generation, and Cadance’s one regret was that it hadn’t happened sooner.
There would most assuredly be resistance to the changes that would take place within the Crystal Empire, although she’d do everything in her power to ensure the transition went smoothly and without conflict. She still cared for everypony, her subjects and fellow alicorns alike, and she was confident that they’d all accept Sombra in time - yes, it would take effort and patience, but it was hardly an impossibility. As she dwelled on all the magnificent little bastards she’d eventually have, churning out foals like a machine, she was denied another climax that would only come when her Queen allowed it…
As Sombra’s eye drifted open, its pupil expanding then contracting to a fine slit, a fanged smile graced her muzzle. The brisk wind flowing through the window was refreshing, the sun peeked over the horizon, and her bed was exceptionally warm, though she stirred and lifted her head from its pillow. No matter how little she had on her schedule, a Queen’s work was never done.
She twisted in place, swinging her legs off the side of the mattress before placing her feet on the floor, and shivered. While it wasn’t unpleasantly cool, the harsh departure from an inviting bed was always marginally slightly jarring. Rising to her full height, she stretched her arms above her head and twisted in place.
So far as she could recall, there was nothing extraordinarily taxing she’d have to deal with. There’d doubtlessly be subjects bringing their petty, wholly meaningless complaints to her, seeking her intervention to settle squabbles or leniency on tithes owed, yet the number of grievances she’d received over the past months had gradually diminished. It was almost as if having a Queen ruling the Crystal Empire had made everypony’s life much simpler.
“Heh …” she chuckled as she turned and lumbered off to the bathroom.
Old habits die hard, and that was remarkably true for her. Upon her resurrection, she’d initially sought to pursue her goals the way she always had, with brute force and terror, yet she’d been gifted with the most divine inspiration imaginable. Since her old ways had never truly succeeded, leading to her failure time and time again, would it not be prudent to change tactics.
Peering down at her mountainous bosoms, she grinned. It truly was amazing what a voluptuous, seductive, and sultry mare could accomplish. A wink and a smirk could perform miracles, while honeyed words and sinful promises could make others move heaven and earth for her. She wouldn’t lament not changing her sex earlier, purely because the thought had never occurred, although the wondrous results of her little experiment had borne fruit beyond her wildest dreams.
She slowed as she entered the bathroom, turned, and looked to the mirror above her sink. There’d been a time when she would have found the sight of herself repugnant, yet she’d grown quite fond of her looks - so fond that the sight of herself brought an excited tingle to her loins. Clutching and gingerly squeezing her colossal breasts, she giggled.
It was no exaggeration to say she was a buxom, foreboding amazoness - a splendidly gravid one, true, but alluring all the same. Her tits were massive , her curves were deadly , and her distended belly, carrying not one but two foals, was a testament to her fertility. In a great many ways, she was the embodiment of maternity and menace, a force to be viewed with fear and reverence alike, and she’d finally - finally accomplished her lifelong goal.
Giving one udder-like rack a squeeze, she scrunched her snout as milk began to flow from her ebony teats. As much as she adored being a mare, both from the unimaginable amounts of pleasure her body was capable of and because of what it had yielded her, her new form wasn’t without drawbacks. She shook her head and released her bust while she shifted and stepped into the tub.
Where to begin? Becoming female had come with all manner of surprises, the overwhelming majority of which were pleasant, although her urges could be unbearable at times. When she’d been a stallion, the worst she had to deal with were unwanted erections and a short temper - sadly, those were things of the past. She’d assumed that being knocked up would curb her sexual appetite, sating her biological need to bear an heir or heirs for herself, yet that hadn’t been the case.
Ponderously leaning forward, she grunted when her ass bumped against the cold, unyielding tile of the wall. The weight she’d put on didn’t bother her, nor did the extra cushion she’d accumulated from her ravenous appetite, but libido - Abyss below , her libido had increased by an order of magnitude. Honestly, if mares normally contended with having persistent, obscene thoughts gnawing at them through every waking hour, she could forgive them for being as useless as they tended to be.
She straightened as she ignited her horn and turned the tap with her magic. Cool water rained from above, flowing down her rack, over her belly, and down to her heated, aching marehood. A hot shower would have been nice, although that would have done nothing at all to clear her head and shake the intrusive, whorish thoughts from her mind.
After the first time she’d seduced Shining into bedding her, making a spectacular mess of her cunt, she’d been hooked. The blissful fullness a thick stallionhood afforded, stretching her open while beating against her womb, was phenomenal. She’d always assumed that nothing could beat the feeling of conquering a mare, but she’d been wrong.
Subconsciously running her hands over her body, she closed her eyes and fantasized about her stud. Sorcery would ensure that birthing their foals would be a trivial affair, possibly even enjoyable , and she could hardly wait to repeat the experience. While she imagined how many offspring she’d eventually have, and whether they’d be mostly colts or fillies, the door silently opened.
She whipped her head to the side and looked back as a pair of big, strong hands came to rest on her shoulders. Nopony would have dared enter her chamber without her permission - nopony save one . Smiling up and into a pair of glimmering, deep-blue eyes, she rolled her hips back.
Shining was larger than he’d ever been, his figure sculpted meticulously by her arcane hand, and he’d become her champion and lover alike. Though she had no intention of marrying him, preferring to keep the shambles of his wedlock intact, he was as close to her husband as anypony would ever get. Backing up and pinning him against the wall, brought a hand behind herself and caressed his hip.
“I was wondering where you got off to,” she purred.
He grinned while leaning in and kissing her neck. “Duty calls…”
Tittering softly, she wiggled her tush against him. “Your duty is to me and me alone.”
“Mmmm ,” he hummed, pecking his way up to her cheek. “How could I ever forget, my Queen.”
The satisfaction she derived from retaking her empire was only marginally surpassed by the gratification of claiming Shining as a lover. She’d molded him into the perfect stallion, making him larger, stronger, and vastly more potent than any mortal unicorn could ever be, and he belonged to her and her alone. While something hot and girthy slid up between her legs, her lips briefly met his.
Sensing her marehood wink, she pulled back. “I was trying to shower.”
“I know,” he flatly responded. “Do you not want my company?”
She faltered and pursed her lips. Allowing him to stay would ultimately result in them fucking, his mere presence straining her self-control, and that simply wouldn’t do - not currently . Though he was a mindless thrall, so enamored with her that she’d done away with the manipulative influence she’d initially cast on him, he couldn’t just strut in and have his way with her. As a matter of precedence, if nothing else, she had to rein herself in.
Locking eyes with him, she curled her lip. “Make yourself useful and fetch me my raiments. I’ll join you shortly.”
He didn’t question her as he stepped out of the basin, faced her, and gave a deep bow. “Yes, my Queen, of course.”
Though his voice lacked any trace of sorrow, she almost felt bad for him - almost . He’d been instrumental in her grand design, she was carrying his foals, and he was one of the largest pieces of leverage she had to keeping the Crystal Empire for herself. She truly did want to be with him and to make him happy, but she knew better than to pamper him too excessively.
Using her magic and hands to wash and rinse herself off, the remainder of her shower was brief and went without incident. Toweling herself down and sorcerously drying her luscious, flowing mane, she strutted back into her room. The ache was still there, compelling her to abscond from her duties for some fun , yet it had abated enough to let her function.
“The old standby ~ eh?” she quipped, seeing Shining holding the very outfit he’d first encountered her in.
His cheeks darkened slightly while he kept his eyes on the floor. “You…you wear it well, my Queen.”
“Of course I do, although variety is the spice of life,” she remarked as she took the attire from his hand. “This evening, after we’re concluded court, we’ll go shopping and I’ll permit you to choose some new apparel for me - of course, I’ll have to approve it beforehand, but consider this a chance to prove your sense of fashion.”
He straightened, his ears perked up, and a smile graced his muzzle. “I…I won’t disappoint you, my Queen, I swear it.”
Having wriggled into the garb, what amounted to little more than a sling bikini, a cape, and her crown, she strutted past him and drew a finger up his chin. “I should hope you don’t - now come, I’m sure there’s business to address.”
As she strolled out and into the hallway, with Shining trailing along behind her, a pair of guards snapped to attention and saluted her. Like her lover, neither of the soldiers wore an enslaving helm. There were those that required her to use unnatural means to assure compliance, but the overwhelming majority of her subjects and staff were happy to serve her.
Having ponies voluntarily tend to her and look up to her was novel and thrilling in equal measure. The royal guard adored her and admired their captain, her subjects, by and large, were content, and negotiations with Equestria at large had gone far smoother than she’d predicted - overall, she was overjoyed with how things had played out. Coming to an intersection, she halted and glanced over at a commotion just down the hallway.
“M…my apologies!” a maid squeaked while desperately smoothing her skirt.
Towering behind the servant, a praetorian adjusted his armor while sweating profusely. “W…we were -”
“Did I tell you to stop?” Sombra muttered.
The pair exchanged a look, smirked, then set upon each other like a pair of lecherous beasts. Such occurrences were commonplace both in and out of her castle, with ponies unshackled from the restrictive social norms that Cadance and Shining had imposed, and it was a source of great amusement for Sombra. Instead of having love as a foundational pillar, lust now served as the bedrock for the Crystal Empire.
She didn’t know the two ponies’ names, nor did she care to learn them, although they were free to act on their impulses - Tartarus, everyone was. As long as it didn’t interfere with one’s duties, her subjects could scratch their amorous itch when and where they wanted, and that was one key to her success. Leaving the duo to finish up and get some relief, she continued on her way.
In no more than a handful of minutes, she reached the throne room and saw herself inside. Her throne rested right where she’d left it, the walls and floor were spotless, and light shone in through the windows. Save for a slightly darker hue the crystalline structure had taken, a byproduct of her corruptive influence, the castle and city surrounding it were largely unchanged.
She glanced back and waved as she stepped up to her throne. “See them in.”
Shining nodded and disappeared through the doorway. Strangely enough, her biggest grievance with the manner in which she ruled was boredom . Things were so much simpler when she shattered the mind of her citizens, effectively turning them into obedient, organic machines, yet the freedom of her subjects was paramount. Had she acted the way she had in the past, breaking the Empire over her knee, she was certain that Celestia, Luna, and the Elements of Harmony would have crushed her ambitions within a fortnight.
Marching back into the cavernous chamber, Shining lifted and unfurled a scroll. “Queen Sombra, your first visitor is…” he paused while squinting at the paper.
Sombra eased herself onto the throne and got comfortable. “Is…?”
“The former Crystaller, Sunburst,” Shining concluded.
With a twinkle in her eyes, and twisted grin splitting her muzzle, Sombra waved a hand. “See him in.”
Prompted by a nod from Shining, Sunburst meekly entered and dipped his head. “Sombra…”
“Queen Sombra,” she softly corrected. “To what do I owe the honor of having such an acclaimed sorcerer in my court?”
Sunburst slowly trotted to her while removing and holding his pointed cap. “I…I just wanted to see it for myself…”
“It?” Sombra smoothly repeated. “Pray tell, what is this it you mention?”
There were dozens and dozens of things Sunburst could have been referring to, and she was gracious enough to let him elaborate - after all, he’d summoned the courage to travel from Ponyville to see her, and likely against Twilight’s wishes, so showing some patience was the least she could do. Checking her nails, she feigned disinterest. Something had prompted him to pay her a visit, although she was unsure of exactly what it could be.
“F…Flurry ,” Sunburst mumbled. “Is Flurry alright?”
The question piqued Sombra’s interest instantaneously. “Flurry Heart?”
Sunburst nodded and inched closer to the throne. “Yes. I…it’s my understanding t…that Shining, Cadance, and the Empire have chosen to accept you as their Queen, b…but…”
“But what ?” Sombra hissed, her hackles rising. “Do you assume I would mistreat a foal?”
“No!” Sunburst bleated. “N…no, of c…course not! It’s just - w…well, I worry for her.”
“Shining,” Sombra barked, “fetch young Flurry for me.”
Clasping a fist to his chest, Shining teleported away. She could understand why Sunburst would be concerned, given her illustrious track record, although his apprehensions were unwarranted in this case. While she would freely admit to being a monster of sorts, the days of her being a bane to Equestria were long past.
Uncertain of just how long her lover would take, and that Flurry was likely soundly sleeping, she turned her gaze back to Sunburst. “You’ll have to forgive me, foals are a touchy subject for me.”
Sunburst’s eyes widened as she drew a hand over the taut skin of her abdomen. “O…of course. May I?”
Following his gaze down to her belly, she snickered and began to laugh. “You’re exceptionally bold for somepony who was once my enemy. Yes, you may.”
Sunburst was no fool, and she highly doubted he’d do anything so rash as to try and harm her - even if he did, she could and would defeat him and make him pine for death. As she sat back and slid forward, he stepped up and warily extended an arm toward her. His touch was ephemeral, so soft that she barely felt it, but there was something about the smile that graced his face that moved her.
“Twins,” he noted. “A filly and a colt.”
“Indeed,” she affirmed while he backed away. “Sunburst, I’m not the pony I once was. My foals, as well as those in my kingdom, will be cherished and cared for.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Sunburst gave an anxious chuckle. “So I’ve heard. Is - um - is it true about Cadance?”
“Cadance is quite well - in fact, why don’t you see for yourself. Cadance, tend to me,” Sombra clucked.
As she spread her legs, a soft jingling noise rang from behind the throne. Showing was always a stronger alternative than telling, particularly because her word carried little weight with Sunburst, and she was always eager to display one of the crown jewels of her conquest. Keeping her eyes on her esteemed guest’s face, she smirked at his shocked expression.
“As you can see,” she continued, gesturing down at the former Princess, “she’s in good spirits.”
It took everything she had not to giggle like a schoolfilly when she looked downward. Cadance was a shadow of her former self, chained to the throne by a thick iron collar around her neck, and she’d long since abandoned any attempts at fleeing. Some ponies had taken to her rule differently than others, although none had fallen quite as far as the Princess of Love.
Waiting until Cadance peeked up at her, Sombra motioned with a finger. “Stand and greet our visitor.”
Cadance did as she was told, pushing herself up and turning to face the stunned sorcerer. “H…hey, Sunburst.”
“Cadance ,” Sunburst breathed. “W…what happened to you?”
Shamelessly kneading her bare crotch with one hand, Cadance fondled one tit. “I found my way. Without all those pesky responsibilities to deal with, I can finally do what I want.”
“And what’s that, dear Cadance?” Sombra pressed.
“To be the royal broodmare, my Queen,” Cadance dreamily responded.
The exchange was delectable , so sinfully indulgent that it should have been illegal, and it made Sombra wetter than she already was. Cadance was nearly as pregnant as she was, carrying the bastard of one of the castle’s soldiers, and it wouldn’t be long before she birthed a proud warrior for the Empire. Remaining mute, she watched as the alicorn sauntered down and embraced Sunburst.
“So did you want to…” Cadance trailed off as she gradually knelt down.
No sooner was his pants unbuttoned than Sunburst jumped back. “N…no, t…that’s -”
“By all means,” Sombra goaded. “She’ll be more than happy to satisfy you.”
Shuffling forward, Cadance reached for Sunburst. “I always thought you were cute, Sunburst, did you know that?”
Though it felt like a lifetime since she’d been a stallion, Sombra could sympathize with Sunburst. Cadance was an attractive mare, as buxom and fertile as they come, and any stallion worth their salt would bed her in an instant. Now that the alicorn was liberated from her inhibitions, practically anypony could live out their fantasy by plowing one of the most attractive mares in existence.
Sunburst clenched his fists, in spite of the growing tent in his pants, and leered up at Sombra. “No thank you.”
“Your loss,” Sombra sighed. “Cadance, if you would…”
Spinning around, Cadance crawled between her legs, pulled her panties to one side, and began lapping at her slavering marehood. If Sunburst wasn’t willing to take the opportunity to blow off some steam, she would. The bliss of being eaten out was elevated by the look of barely restrained want in the stallion’s eyes, and she savored it like a fine wine.
Sombra casually swung one leg over the arm of her chair, while placing the other on Cadance’s shoulder. “Shining should be - Mmmmn - back shortly. How have things been going with that little marefriend of yours?”
“Starlight?” Sunburst coughed. Blushing heavily, he looked away. “She’s…she’s not my marefriend, but she’s been doing well.”
“Pity,” Sombra scoffed, “although that’s all the more reason to consider extending your visit and spending some quality time with Cadance.”
Listening to the conversation, Cadance flagged her tail and invitingly waggled her tush. Sunburst peered longingly at the alicorn’s rump and swollen marehood, while the bulge in his slacks became more noticeable. He may have feigned disinterest, but his stallionhood betrayed him.
Sombra went to press the matter, more interested in getting a show and watching Sunburst fuck his past employer than solving the inconsequential matters of her subjects, and paused as a flash of light and Pop of displaced air drew her attention to the side. The sound of hushed whining resonated within a piece of her soul and evoked a curious mixture of sensations. Her mood brightened, her heart skipped a beat, and began to spontaneously lactate while she twisted in her seat.
Taking Flurry into her arms and bringing the filly to her chest, she turned back to face Sunburst. “Like I said, she’s as fit as a fiddle and as happy as can be.”
Flurry hungrily suckled on her teat in response. She understood that her adopted daughter was old enough to be weaned, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to do it. While the appeal of being nursed upon wasn’t lost on her, filling her with a profound sense of motherly joy, there was another element at play; alongside immeasurable happiness, the act titillated her immeasurably. Hooking a heel to the back of Cadance’s head, she ground her cunt against the deposed Princess’ face.
While she writhed in place, basking in the heady cocktail of her carnal desires and maternal bliss, her eyelids fluttered. This was how things should be, her on her throne while her vassals saw to her every need. Glancing sidelong at Shining’s groin, she drew her tongue over her lips.
“It was a pleasure having you, Sunburst,” she muttered, envisioning Shining’s stallionhood sliding down her throat, “but you’ll -”
“Mmmm ,” Flurry hummed, pulling back and peering up at her.
Peeing down at the small filly, Sombra cocked her head. “Yes? Do you have -”
“M…mama …” Flurry cooed.
A hush fell over the room, everypony went motionless, and Sombra’s jaw went slack. She viewed herself as a surrogate mother for Flurry, having taken over care of the foal from Cadance some time ago, yet she couldn’t have predicted she’d earn the title so quickly. In an unforeseen twist of fate, the silence was broken when Cadance whined and trembled.
Sombra turned a baleful eye to the alicorn and went still. There was no mistaking it, the puddle of juices on the floor beneath the mare erased any doubt, Cadance had just cum. The climax was the ultimate capitulation, a surrender that was so ignominious that it took her aback, and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. With her sex-drive roaring, fed by the knowledge that she truly had robbed her foes-turned-playthings of their daughter, she placed her feet on the floor.
“Since you came specifically for her, entertain Flurry for a while and leave us,” she commanded.
Sunburst hesitated for a moment before trotting up and taking Flurry from her clutches. “W…where do -”
“Guards,” Sombra barked, “escort Sunburst to the nursery
With a pair of centurions marching up and taking Sunburst by the shoulders, she leveled her focus at Shining while pushing Cadance away with a heel. To Tartarus with it - the peasants and her other obligations could wait until she’d gotten a bit of satisfaction. As she spread and lifted her legs, Shining stepped around and unfastened his belt.
“Oh no,” she tutted, seeing Cadance shuffling to the side of the throne. “There’s plenty for you to do, you know that.”
Moving around and behind Shining, Cadance helped him remove his pants. She may have been forbidden from getting any real action from him, only being allowed to be plowed by commoners, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take part in the action. She acted with care and purpose, tossing his pants aside after he’d stepped out of them, and brought her hands up to his hips.
Sombra placed her ankles in Shining’s hands as he stepped forward and brought his colossal endowment to bear. “I don’t believe he’s showered this morning, so do make sure he’s nice and clean…”
Cadance’s muffled reply, stifled by her husband’s meaty buns against her face, was music to Sombra’s ears. She’d become quite partial to using the Princess of Love as an assistant of sorts, slurping the foal-batter out of her cunt after she’d been bred, and it was just one more way to keep the mare in her place. Clutching the back of her chair, she lifted her waist and rubbed her sex against Shining’s cock.
She should have known that things would shape up like this, but it hardly mattered. Given that there had been times when she conducted court when he was serving her in a less than official capacity, it was hardly a secret that Shining was her lover and personal stud. Gazing at her bust, he went to lean in, stopped himself, and peeked up at her face.
“Yes?” she inquired.
Glancing down to her tits, he touched the tip of his length to her entrance. “May I?”
“You may,” she demurely answered.
He was upon her in an instant, latching to her teat while cramming his length into her. The two-fold sensations of being penetrated and having her breast sucked set her mind alight and drew a pleased moan from her. Having gone a full night without getting milked, and already lactating heavily, having the load on her bosoms lightened was essentially unavoidable - at least, that’s what she told herself. Clenching around Shining as he bottomed out, she held his head to her chest.
Rolling his hips back and freeing a portion of his inconsiderable length, he started thrusting. Each plunge was marvelous, in large part due to the sheer enormity of his stallionhood, and the way he vehemently swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her milk was exquisite. Folding back as far as her gravid state would allow, she listed to one side.
Being rutted by her stud never failed to please her, although knowing that Cadance was reduced to a glorified fluffer and foal-factory for her kingdom tickled the most sadistic parts of her mind. Running her fingers through Shining’s mane, she beamed. Everything was as it should be - well, almost .
“Harder ,” she growled.
Shining hummed around her nipple as he obliged her. Each plunge came harder and faster than the last, elevating her rapture while his thick medial ring scraped against her g-spot. The feelings a mare’s body afforded were indescribable, vastly superior to anything she’d ever experienced as a stallion. If she’d had the slightest idea that becoming female would be as breathtaking as it was, in addition to resulting in her successful acquisition of the Crystal Empire, she would have done so much, much earlier than she had.
Closing her eyes, she fantasized about the magical moment she’d been impregnated. There weren’t many occasions that she dwelled upon, but damned if getting knocked up wasn’t one of them. She’d all but the moment of conception, visualizing Shining’s seed taking root in her fruitful womb, and she could hardly wait to relive it.
She mewled and came at the thought of giving birth and being inseminated again. Her pregnancy had been an adventure unlike any other, her body slowly changing and growing heavy with foal, but next time would be different. Now that she knew what to expect, with what little trepidation she’d held gone, she’d truly be able to appreciate every day of her impending motherhood.
Rearing back, Shining wrapped his lips around her unsuckled breast. He’d always been a phenominal mate, delivering ecstasy that exceeded anything from her past life, and his ability to satiate her had only improved as time had gone on. Knowing inside and out, he hit every weak point she had while he hastened his pace.
Her initial climax had only just begun to subside when she was stricken with a second, even more potent orgasm. Shaking her legs free and locking them around his waist, she shuddered and bellowed at the top of her lungs. Her rapture was a familiar melody within the castle and those with a keen ear outside, and was a reminder to everypony of what she’d claimed.
On and on Shining went, railing her with every ounce of his augmented strength and unfettered resolve to appease her. She came over and over again, contented in ways that only a mare could comprehend, as his cock throbbed and bludgeoned her cervix. Soon - soon he would bring life into the world, something she wouldn’t have assumed she’d ever do, and her stud would be right there alongside her.
Shining detached from her tit and craned his neck up at her. She shot forward and kissed him, realizing how close he was by his flaring stallionhood, and sank her tongue into his muzzle. It may have been because of the slight alterations to her mind, but she’d developed a penchant for making out while getting a fat load of cum pumped into her.
With their tongues entwined, they crossed the threshold together. Shining tensed from head to toe, hilting her as he fitfully bucked his hips, while she cried into his snout. Dipping her head lower, felt but unseen by either of them, Cadance lapped up the mixture of marish nectar and seed seeping from Sombra’s spasming, stuffed pussy.
“Fuck,” Sombra groaned, thowing herself back and draping her arms to her sides. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”
Giving her a peck on the cheek, Shining rose up and loomed over her. “As always, it was my pleasure.”
“I know,” Sombra snickered while drinking in the sight of him. “Go and inform everypony that I’ll be ready momentarily.”
Shining gave a slight bow as he shied back and hauled his pulsing shaft from her depths. Most mares detested when a stallion pulled out while still flared, from what she’d heard, although she adored the intensity of it. Wincing and grunting, she bore down and sent a deluge of jizz surging from her gaped marehood.
Cadance didn’t even budge, her mouth agape to capture and swallow down the tide of spunk. The sight of her old foe gulping down her husband’s cum was the cherry on a deliciously depraved cake, but she wasn’t quite finished yet. Waiting until the alicorn went to tidy up her nethers, she held up a finger.
“Do you…” Cadance cut herself off as Sombra’s lip curled.
Closing her legs, Sombra nodded to the door. “Go tend to Sunburst.”
As the chain connecting her to the throne was unclasped, Cadance hung her head. “Yes, my Queen.”
“And be assertive ,” Sombra added. “I don’t want you in my sight without his essence leaking out of that well-used cunt of yours ~ am I understood?”
Standing up, Cadance curtsied. “It would be my honor.”
Sombra dipped her head and waved at a guard by the door. “Send them in now.”
Should somepony be reckless or perverse enough to remark on the pool of cum she was sitting in, she would order them to take Cadance’s position and wash her with their tongue. As the second of what was in all likelihood many guests sheepishly entered the throne room, she extended her arms in greeting and smiled broadly. She’d learned much through her life, including several things that were unexpected, although there was one fundamental, immutable fact that she held dear - it was good to be Queen …
