Author's Note

This was made to answer who is the "lover" of sombra, there is a second reason why i added this but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. enjoy the extra. Time to go way back in time.

Bonus Origin Story: A Tyrant is Born

With one hoof on hewn stone, over the atrium, Queen Crystal Dust cast far into her kingdom of Elysium. The vibrant hues of her dominion shone in the twilight, yet within her heart, a discontent placed its anchor. It bothered her more than it ever had tonight, though. Her husband King Blazin Flare had never been gone this long before. It was a mission he had undertaken weeks before, and Crystal Dust could sense this nagging discomfort, that something horrific was in the making, just beyond her vision.

"Where are you, my love?" she whispered as she put a hoof on her necklace that he gave her to remember him and their love.

Blazin Flare had always been the rock at which she leaned, the fire in her heart against which the cold resolve of her rule balanced. Yet even alone, it was not the isolation that was terrifying; it was this growing sense of danger she could not shake. As if some kind of darkness of the past was welling up into her world once more, and she was afraid of what it would bring with it.

"Your Majesty," a voice behind her interrupted her reverie. A darkly cloaked figure of the royal advisor, Professor Nox, emerged from the shadows, pull his hood off, and bowed respectfully. Bright red eyes shone with concern. "You seem disturbed. Is there anything I can do?

Crystal Dust turned, giving him a strained yet polite smile. "I fear that something is coming, Nox. Something we cannot yet understand." The slight shake in her voice was quickly masked by poise. "Blazin Flare is not here to help me, and I have no way of knowing what may happen."

Professor Nox gave a slow nod, his eyes shining with strategy. "I will make sure the kingdom is safe in his absence, Your Majesty. I can have a regent put in place until King Blazin returns. You may sleep comfortably, knowing that the affairs of Elysium are in capable hooves.

Crystal Dust let out a sigh; heavy was the weight of her responsibility upon her wings. "Very well, Nox. We shall go forth with that. But make sure the regent is loyal. I depend on no one more than you to do this task."

"Of course, Your Majesty. You have my word."

Without another word, Nox vanished into the darkness to do her bidding. It was then that Queen Crystal Dust refocused her attention to the horizon. This nagging premonition of evil lurking over the horizon simply would not be stilled.

As the sky started to blacken, the silence was suddenly busted by a coldness from the supernatural that whirled through the air. Shadows began spreading up from the horizon, moving with bad intent on something, and Crystal Dust had bristled her feathers. Her heart was racing, and instinctively, she spread her wings in flight preparatory to alerting her guards. But it was too late.

A boiling vortex of darkness snaked into the courtyard beneath, writhing and twisting until it coalesced into the menacing figure of a unicorn armored in dark steel; his eyes red, searing as they locked onto her. She knew that face far too well: King Sombra, the tyrant she and her husband had thought banished from her life and from Equestria for good-stood there, with a smirk that promised nothing but pain.

Crystal Dust had fear clinging to her, but she stood tall, staring him down with a glare of defiance. "Sombra! You are not welcome here!" she shouted, her voice carrying across the courtyard.

Sombra's laughter echoed up to her, rich with menace. "Ah, Queen Crystal Dust. Such a defiant tone for a queen who stands alone. You will soon learn who truly rules here." His horn crackled with dark magic, and in one swift motion, he was washing over her with a tidal wave of energy. She tried to gain resistance, calling on strength, but the force of his magic served to be overwhelming, sopping into her mind.

But as it closed in, tighter and tighter, upon her, she felt something bizarre, a whispered suggestion, soft and sinister, creeping into her brain. Submit, the voices whispered, soft yet insistent. Submit to him.

Crystal Dust bit into her teeth, trying to fight it off, but the whispers grew louder, filling her head with this ceaseless refrain.

He is your master. Your king. Submit to him. He commands you.

The voices surged ahead, a high tide in her mind, until with each word, her will was faulted. She felt herself grow weaker, her body betraying her as her wings began to fold to her sides. She reached for her will, struggled to take back control, but her thoughts grew cloudy, each one overswept by Sombra's whispered commands.

He is your king. You belong to him. Accept your place, and you will know peace.

"No." she stammered low, her voice shaking. Yet the voices came stronger, laced with an eerie hypnotic rhythm that dulled the senses and chipped away at defenses.

Serve him. Worship him. He will make you stronger. Your purpose is to obey.

A foreign, impossible-to-resist warmth washed over her, and the last of her strength melted beneath the dark allure of the spell. Sombra's voice broke through the whispers as deep and commanding as the voices in her mind.

"Your mind and body are mine now, Queen Crystal Dust," he said with a victor's smile. "You will serve me as a loyal queen should. Kneel before your king."

Buckling, Crystal Dust fell to a kneel, gazing upwards at Sombra in a glassy stare, her eyes frozen on him. The terror had been quieted, replaced by an obedient darkness, as the whispers replaced all other thoughts.

Sombra drew closer to her. A smirk laid wide on his face as he said, "You shall from this day be my faithful queen. Together, we shall form an empire, and you shall bear of my bloodline."

Deep within her mind, the voices whispered their confirmation of her fate. Yes... Be subject to your king. follow his will.

"You will serve me," Sombra went on, words a tempting hazardous murmur; "and your kingdom will serve me, too. There is no escape from what has been ordained."

Crystal Dust's mind was a fog, her thoughts a broken jumble, while the voices in her head continued to howl on and on, driving home in her mind the one truth that she now knew within every bone of her body: Sombra is your king. Sombra is your master.

As Queen Crystal Dust lowered her head in defeat, the magic of Sombra pulsed through her one final time, surging into an unbelievable amount of power that overwhelmed her senses and completed her transformation. Where once bright, her eyes now dulled; the soft glow of her warm gaze was replaced with something far more sinister.

Her eyes, once bright-though blue eyes, finally turned to the same unholy emerald hue as Sombra's corrupted eyes. The natural whites of her eyes were now an unnatural glowing green encased by a blood-red iris that burnt with malevolent intent. Dark purple smoke started, from corners of her eyes, to stream out in wisps. Curling and twisting as if alive, dancing around her face in sheets fluttering as if they were living shadows.

Sombra watched, his spell taking hold, her transformation complete, as a pleased, sinister smirk twisted his lips. He reached out, laying a hoof under her chin and tipping her head up so she was forced to look at him.

With one final command, Sombra's dark magic roared through her, twisting her body in submission. Her wings folded to her sides, her head lower in complete subservience. "Yes, my king, I exist to serve you till the end of time," she whispered, the words foreign, yet now the only truth she could fathom.

Success set Sombra's eyes afire. "Excellent," he said in a very low, soft tone, full of dark satisfaction. "You are mine, and through you, the Elysium Kingdom shall fall to my rule, as it was always meant to be." He didn't have any feelings for the Queen, their was only thing in his mind... Lust.

She moved to his side, Sombra leaned in and whispered to her, "I'll tell you again. You will bear a legacy, one that shall bring the Crystal Empire to its knees." As he spoke, his eyes aglow with an ethereal light, filled her mind with visions of Lust and Servitude.

Now completely under Sombra's thrall, Crystal Dust led him in procession to her chamber-that one sanctum she shared with her king, Blazin Flare. She flung aside the shackles of will for relentless desires now instilled by a new master. When they approached the ornate doors, anticipation created a heady mix of dominance and lust in his aura. Her body responded with a will of its own, her innards quivering with a sickly excitement she could do nothing to subdue.

The room blazed into an eerie glow as they entered; the candles springing into life at his command. Crystal Dust felt the weight of his gaze, the burning as he scanned her, his eyes settling with relish on the curves of her body, a mind clear in the bond now shared that he was out to claim her, use her as a vessel for his twisted legacy. She took trembling legs to the canter of the room, awaiting the next command.

Sombra smiled as he approached, the clanking of dark armor with each step.

With no hesitation whatsoever, he presented his massive length, already at attention. Crystal Dust's eyes went wide as she stared upon it, a mix of pure fear and some other strange, unwanted arousal coursing through her veins.

"You are ready," he said, and in his voice there was demand, not question. And with the last shackles of her will broken, she nodded upwards in ascent. "Yes, my king," she said, her voice barely above a whisper of what it once was.

Sombra's eyes gleamed with victory as he closed the distance between them, his body radiating power and malice. She knew this night would change not just her fate but that of the whole kingdom. He leaned over her, and she shut her eyes to let the deed complete-a seal to her fate and probably give birth to the monstrous heir to the Elysium throne. The low rumble of Sombra's dark chuckle seemed to vibrate through the room as he reached down, grasping Crystal Dust by the hips. Bruising her soft flesh with his iron grip, he thrust into her with such savagery that she cried out-the sound half pain, half that strange, twisted pleasure his dark magic had woven into the very grain of her being. She found herself bucking back against him, meeting his every thrust with a desperation she didn't recognize as her own. Now, her mouth expressed a stream of obscenities that no doubt had been held inside for so long, only releasing soft whispers of love with Blazin, which surprisingly fueled Sombra's lust even more.

"Yes More!! Fuck me Harder, Master! Don't Stop, I need that perfect cock!" Crystal screamed while Sombra continued his onslaught.

Sombra buried himself as deeply as possible inside her with one final, forceful thrust. His body shuddered with release as he let his seed loose into her: It was an overwhelming sensation-a rush of dark power and raw energy unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She could feel his essence pulsing inside her, filling her with his pleasure, in a way. A promise of the power he would soon have over the kingdom and its ponies.

Sombra Though to himself and commanded the queen "Get that flank over here and grind it on my cock"

Crystal in heavenly bliss replied, "Yes My King, but please ENJOY MY ASS! FUCK IT, WATCH ME SHAKE IT!"

The Tyrant smile "Don't worry my slut, we would have plenty of that, just do as you told now. I'll tell you when to stop."

Crystal then quickly lined his massive length in between her flankcheeks and start grinding hard against it, sending her to high bliss. she moans loudly as her flank grinds and slaps making wet noises. After Sombra came a few time onto her back he grabs her near her flank and mount her, Crystal's corrupted eyes beaming with joy.

"OH YES YES FUCK MY ASS MY KING! USE ME!" Crystal Screamed begging for it. Sombra wasted no time and shove his whole length deep in her flank, her mouth opens as her tongue hangs out in pure pleasure.

He fucked her hard, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he plowed into her, sending waves of pleasure through her with each thrust. The sound of his heavy breathing and her moans filled the air, mixed with the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out was intoxicating, and she could feel her being carried by the waves of pleasure.

"FUCK ME HARDER," she moaned, her voice breathy and ragged. "I WANNA FEEL YOUR COCK DEEP IN ME."
Sombra groaned, his pace quickening, his thrusts growing stronger. She could feel his lust building, felt his need intensifying. "YES, MORE PLEASE," she cried out in a voice trembling with passion as she arched and pushed against him, greedy for more. "FUCK ME, MY KING! FUCK ME AND MAKE ME YOURS"

Sombra's cock grew bigger and more powerful as he pumped into her, his movements becoming jerkier and forceful. The feeling of his swollen cock pounding into her, the heat and pressure of it filling her up, the slickness of her juices—it was all too much. She felt the wave of pleasure cresting, building to a crescendo, and she cried out as she came, her pussy spasming and clenching around his throbbing member.

Sombra roared to a climax, his body shaking, his orgasm ripping through him. He thrust deep into her, his hot seed erupting into her, coating her insides. The sensation was too much, and she could feel his essence filling her, claiming her, marking her as his.

Hours later, King Blazin Flare returned only to find the empire in shadows and a tyrant upon the throne.

Thus, having implanted successfully his dark seed inside her, having her husband see what he is doing with her, Sombra started to plan this ultimate invasion, conquering all known lands in his wake. "Sombra, Let my wife go!" King Blazin screams at the tyrant as he sees his wife, mindless, sucking on the tyrant's cock. "You have done your part!". Blazin continues his plea. Sombra chuckles, "I have done my part, yes, but that does not mean I'm done with her" the evil king says, looking down at Crystal Dust.

"This isn't the pony I married! Let her go!" Blazin exclaims.

Having heard enough, Sombra turns and faces Blazin Flare directly. "This IS your wife! Now kneel!"

Blazin is stricken with fear-a feeling he has never had in his entire life. He fights to keep it from overcoming him, but he can't, and his legs buckle under himself. Sombra laughs maniacally as Blazin falls to his knees before him. But he only did it because the necklace is actually an artifact to free her. The necklace glows to his horn, and her eyes return to normal. she stops sucking as she realizes what happened, and pulls away from Sombra's member, backing up "Sombra, you pervert!" She looks at her husband and runs over to him, hugging him. Blazin Flare was glad his wife was finally back, but also worried, knowing now that she was the only thing Sombra wanted. "And now, to make sure you never come back," Blazin says as his horn glows get brighter and brighter until a bright flash fills the room.

Sombra just disappeared into thin air, and there they stood, literally left in the ruins of her palace with her husband. The once kingdom they ruled was now annihilated; the only thing that remained was memories of the lives they once lived. She turned to Blazin, her heart torn, and made a promise to rebuild their kingdom and restore hope that was lost. "Are you ok, Sweetums?" asked Blazin, asking his wife.

"I will be, but we have to get out of here," Crystal Dust replies. And with that said, the two galloped from the palace up into the hills, knowing the road ahead would be long and hard; as long as they had each other, though, they would face whatever life had in store, and that was all that mattered.

Crystal looks up to her husband, "I have to be real... I think he got me pregnant." Blazin stops in his track, and turns his head around, looking at her in shock. "You certain, Love?"

Crystal nods her head, with a smile, "Yes, I am sure, and I feel that he wanted me to give him a heir."
Blazin let out a sigh and nodded his head. "Guess we have sometime to work it out." He had decided the best thing would be to raise the foal as their own, trying to not have the foal turn out as Sombra did.

About 11 or so months later, Crystal Dust gives birth to a baby alicorn colt. She and her husband name him Lightning Bolt. The two are happy, but both knew their lives would no longer be the same.

"Lightning is the light that will keep us safe," Blazin says while looking at his non-biological son. "I hope it stays like that."

The years passed, and Queen Crystal Dust and King Blazin Flare raised the little Lightning Bolt into a mighty, shining stallion. Conceived from the darkest of places, he would bring hope and happiness in the newly rebuilt Elysium Kingdom. However, the shadows never truly went away. After having felt the birth of his heir, Sombra had been waiting for that perfect moment to strike and lay claim upon the world he rightfully believed should have been his.

It had been on one fateful day that when Lightning Bolt was strolling in the fields around the palace, a dark aura befell the land. The sun seemed to grow dim as finally, the figure of the dark king emerged from the horizon onto the lands, his eyes ablaze with malevolence. Sombra has made a reappearance. His intent was pretty clear: to claim the throne and his son, the future living embodiment of his power.

News of his return sent a wave of fear through the land. The earth shook with his approach, and dark magic began to seep into the hearts of those who once had known peace. Crystal Dust felt a shiver run down her spine because she knew she needed to hasten her actions if she wanted to protect her family and the realm. She summoned all her trusted advisors and apprised them of the truth about the lineage of Lightning and the grave threat looming over them all.

And while Lightning Bolt had no idea that there was any dark legacy hidden within him, the whole kingdom was preparing for this imminent battle, marshaling its forces, readying itself for war. He grew with the instilled virtues of love and courage imparted unto him by Blazin, never once realizing he was the key to the ambitions of this twisted tyrant. Yet deep within his soul, something ancient and strong stirred, a hint toward the epic struggle to come.

And so it came about that, because of an uncontrollable curiosity and a call he had to his destiny. The return of the dark king known as Sombra, whom Lightning Bolt met. The horror filling his heart from having seen a malicious grin on the face of his real father, Lighting couldn't help but feel some backside force of attraction toward the very source of his creation, he even felt betrayed by his own parents. With his heart heavy, he decided to follow Sombra and left his mother and the kingdom in King Blazin's care. The innocence of the young stallion was but a flicker in the shadow of his heritage, and the dark magic that once corrupted Crystal Dust began to weave its insidious tendrils into his mind. By his son's acceptance, Sombra felt that his chances at finally molding Lightning into a perfect heir. One that would serve him, yet epitomize the darkness he wanted to cast over the lands were finally within grasp.