She’d lost. Equestria had lost. It didn’t matter how, all that mattered was that they lost, and so friendship fell, and King Sombra was the victor.

He took his ‘righteous’ place quickly, and soon made the Crystal Empire his. Attempts were made to stop him, but he’d grown too powerful too quickly, and everypony soon fell to him.

And to the victor, goes the spoils…

He held no mercy for anypony, and with a giant, sinister grin on his face at all times, he did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Such as when he happily and mercilessly raped Princess Celestia, and Luna, and Cadance, and then Twilight, leaving them as exhausted, cum-filled bodies lying in a pile on the floor as his sperm attacked their eggs.

They belonged to him now, and made sure they’d learnt that lesson.

They each put up their own fights, but fell soon. Nopony could resist him for long, and like the rest, even Twilight Sparkle fell to him.

With a prideful, self-satisfied sneer across his muzzle, King Sombra sat high atop his throne in the Canterlot Castle. His throne in his throne room in his kingdom. He was the very definition of smug, not even closing his hind legs to cover up the tremendous balls and sheath hanging between them.

With his brainwashed, green-eyed subjects before him, he was debating the wars he was soon to be waging. Or, he probably was, Twilight wasn’t listening. When addressing her, she usually hung on his every word, but here, having spent hours off to the side, she was letting her mind wander as she looked up at her king.

Isn’t he wonderful? WORSHIP. His power, his virility, his incredible endowment… OBEY. Stallion’s could only wish to be what that stud is. YOU BELONG TO HIM. YOU ARE HIS.

The mare she had been was long gone, replaced with a loyal, loving concubine. Her appearance made that clear enough though.

While Sombra, her king, sat atop his throne, beside him, posing for him, Twilight was splayed on her side on the fanciest of couches, but that was far from all that tainted the once-admirable pony mare.

Firstly, there was her face. Green and red eyes showed a broken mind, one that had put up quite the fight, but had been shattered all the same by the monstrous monarch’s loathsome libido. At first, the mare wouldn’t break, constantly powering through his attempts to ruin her mind, but like the other princesses, after enough rape, telling her about the atrocities he’d committed to her friends, magically mangling her brain and showing her the other princesses that’d already sworn to serve him forever, she’d eventually lost her will, and succumbed to him to take the place she belonged.

Underneath the eyes of a slave, a pleased smile laid, content with her new place in life.

Then, there was the rest of her. The gold earrings were the least of her debaucherous attire, besides maybe the small ring on her useless horn. The rest of Twilight though was enough to make any male’s gaze linger. As she laid seductively on her side, gold covered her like she was an item to decorate; on her legs, her dock, pierced into her big, bouncy crotchboobs, and even used to hold in place the deep purple veils she wore that made her seem all the more tantalising.

The veils hid parts of her from view slightly, just enough to make her so inviting. They were on her smiling muzzle, her swollen teats, her body’s buxom curves, and even on the giant, bloated belly she had.

The giant, bloated, pregnant belly she had.

It had to have been about seven months since Sombra had blessed her with his seed, put his foals into her and made Twilight the mother to his foals, but she was more than happy to hold them, to gestate them, and eventually birth them. All for her king.

That was what the former princess Twilight Sparkle looked like. She looked like a slutty husk of her former self and a prize to show off with a plump belly and a newly plumpened figure, and really, she was that, but she was okay with that. She’d learnt long ago to OBEY her king.

Alongside her, the other princesses laid too, three other gorgeous and equally-pregnant alicorn concubines. On their own couches, Celestia, Luna and Cadance were all in a similar state. Each of the three were the same loyal, devoted slaves that Twilight was. But they didn’t care.

They were happy, and she was too.

They’d lost everything on their journey to becoming mindless husks; their friends, their families, everything. But now they had purpose, and they couldn’t be happier because of it.

Look pretty, serve her king’s giant cock, birth his foals.

That was their new lives, and they was happy this way, even after everything he’d put them through to make them like this.

Sombra must have finished talking about what he’d been discussing with the other broken-minded pony, because Twilight, as she got lost in admiring his sturdy figure, his rugged face, and of course, his impressive stallionhood, she noticed him looking back, and grinning with a salacious smile on his muzzle as his eyes roamed her.

She was happy to be his eye-candy and nothing more.

He loved her new look: with the eyes of a broken slave, the arousing attire of a king’s courtesan, and the body of a mare he’d made submit to him in every way.

Her plump curves and foal-filled belly were his favourite parts of her.

She was no princess anymore, now barely more than his personal whore and broodmare.

As it turned out though, right now, he wanted her to be more than his eye-candy, so boldly, King Sombra made his command. “Concubine. Pleasure me.”

The words rung around Twilight’s empty mind, and as they did, the king laid back lazily in his throne to present his sheath and balls to the room.

PLEASURE YOUR KING. Her body moved before her mind, and instantly, Twilight got up off of her couch. PLEASURE YOUR KING. Mindlessly, she trotted over to the stallion who owned her, letting her buxom body jiggle and her fat teats sway as she strode forward. PLEASURE YOUR KING. His hungry eyes ate her depraved appearance up like an animal, but she proudly accepted the praise. PLEASURE YOUR KING.

Seconds later, her body worthy of a king placed itself before him and his royal throne, with three pairs of green eyes staring at her enviously.

But Twilight didn’t pay them any mind, she had more important things to think about, such as what her king was wielding between his two muscular hind legs.

Instantly, her eyes locked onto it, and the mare’s pussy instinctively began leaking.

At his crotch, two huge, pitch black balls sat on the throne. Those cum-tanks looked like they held a bucket’s worth of the most fertile seed in the land, and from experience, Twilight knew they did. She knew them intimately, just like every other part of her king.

And above that was his magnificent sheath. Just as colossal as his testes, she knew it held a king’s cock, and a king’s cock it was. It was incredibly long, it was incredibly girthy, and it turned her and her fellow sluts’ minds to mush every single time they got the honour of receiving it.

But first, she had to unsheath it.

Even if the king wasn’t horny yet though, she was. Already, a pool was building beneath her, leaking from between her fat asscheeks, and only because of the pungent stench radiating off of Sombra’s sack and sheath.

A king didn’t need to clean himself, he had servants to do that for him. Servants with devoted tongues. Servants like her.

With no hesitation now that she was in the perfect position to please him, Twilight, or what remained of her, stuck her head straight between his legs, going in tongue-first as she got to work.

Like she was the sluttiest whore in all Equestria, Twilight dug into his balls, and soon, the sloppy, desperate sounds of an enthusiastic junk-worshipping filled the royal hall.

She hungrily lapped and licked and slurped at his stallionhood, taking in and revelling in his vile, filthy taste. Anything from her king was a gift, including this.

And fortunately, the slave had plenty of practice doing this, so she knew exactly how to properly satisfy him, rubbing her tongue all along his fat sack and around his huge sheath like she’d done countless times before. “Mmmmmm! Mlah! Mmmph!”

Up above her, Sombra’s face was unmoving as he seemed to pay attention to the meeting going on. Maybe there was a little satisfaction in it, but besides that, you wouldn’t be able to tell. Why would you? This was the way this was supposed to be. This was the way he deserved to be worshipped. This was this slut’s rightful place.

The only time he showed anything was when he looked down at her. Looking at what she’d been reduced to and grinning cruelly as she tried desperately to appease him.

Meanwhile, behind him, the other three stayed jealous. That was their job too! They should’ve been the ones getting to pleasure their king!

This was all they thought about anymore. The love held for their subjects or their families or anything besides serving left them when they’d submitted to Sombra, and now, all that mattered was worshipping their king, something that the lucky mare down there was the only one getting to do.

And said lucky mare was doing a satisfactory job. Practically stuffing her face into his nuts, with her hypnotised eyes happy and half-lidded, Twilight had finally pleased him enough to let his horsecock escape his sheath, and so, as his magnificent meat pushed its way into view of everypony in the room, Twilight marvelled up at his member.

It was truly a thing fit for a king. Such incredible length, such tremendous girth, it shouldn’t have been possible. No stallion’s cock should be this big, yet here Sombra was, owning such a powerful and clearly being very proud of it.

Of course, Twilight had had plenty of experience with this thing too. All of them had, and it was no wonder their minds broke in the end when they were being raped and fucked and bred by the most dangerous weapon in Equestria.

Twilight remembered every single time she got filled up by this thing towering over her face. Cherished memories.

She barely got a second to look up at it though before he made his next command. With his armoured hoof, King Sombra hit his muscular thigh, almost patting it invitingly, and she knew what this meant, he’d been sure to teach her.

MOUNT YOUR KING. A rush of elation and a burst of arousal hit Twilight, and the royal carpet was stained even more as more juices gushed out her cunt. MOUNT YOUR KING. Without hesitation, and with excitement in her green and red eyes, Twilight the concubine rose to her hooves, and obediently, she mounted Sombra’s lap like a pup. MOUNT YOUR KING. SERVE HIM. SATISFY YOUR KING WITH YOUR BODY.

He let her clamber up onto the throne, and watched shamelessly as the subservient mare turned her back to him. With his leg wrapping around her waist, she stood on her hind legs, and Twilight’s welcoming entrance was placed onto his wide tip.

It was only right for her to face away. A king got to show off what was his after all, and that was why the room was able to eye and ogle her fat, pierced bosoms, her round, pregnant belly, her soft, plump curves, and her gorgeous, jubilant face. Her body was truly worthy of being a king’s concubine.

Not that the room did that though. As hypnotised as her, the thought never crossed their minds, only doing their own tasks, as hers was to service him carnally.

And she couldn’t wait to get to do that.

Not waiting a second longer, not wanting to delay giving her king her all, the concubine eagerly shoved her rump down, and once again, the euphoria of his hung horsecock bombarded Twilight as the humongous thing was stuffed into the snug grip of her wet, desperate cunt.

“AAAAGGGHHHNN! Thank you, my king!” Inches went in, massive, girthy inches that already got to stretching out Twilight’s cunt, but both craved more. With euphoria crashing through her again as she revelled in her lover’s hugeness, the obsessed mare didn’t hesitate to keep going down, and keep forcing her insides to accommodate the fat schlong her mate was gifted with.

The old her would have found this painful, and would have begged him to stop as he had his way with her, but the new and improved Twilight was better than that now. Her pussy had been made to learn how to take his fantastic mega-cock, and now she truly understood the honour it was to get to be bred by such a marvellous stud as Sombra.

She knew better now, it was a privilege to get to be his cocksleeve, and she’d never forget it.

“AAAHHN! NGH! My king! Thank you! I love you!” Confessing her truest feelings, half of Sombra was wedged inside of her now, giving him the opportunity to release her as she kept going.

And she gladly did.

With her moans seemingly going unnoticed by all others there, Twilight pushed her body so it was even further impaled on his length. She could see and feel the big bulge on her already big belly. She was getting close.

Striving to satisfy her king, to please him and (hopefully) be seen as the greatest of his personal collection of whores, the mare shoved more and more into her. Her insides were so tight that it felt like her entire body was wrapped around his beastly girth, but it wasn’t, and soon, her big, fat flankcheeks landed on his thighs, with the great King Sombra’s sceptre buried inside of her. “AAAAAUUUGGHHNN! Thank you, my king! Thank you for letting me worship you! I’m unworthy of being the slut of one as magnificent and virile as you!”

With pleasure and bliss corrupting her already corrupted mind, Twilight wasn’t the only one enjoying this. With a more smug, satisfied grin on his muzzle than usual, Sombra found his concubine was especially wet, especially tight, and especially desperate to worship her king today.

Whereas his lowly sex servants were usually there to amuse him and service him with their bodies when his balls were feeling too heavy, this time, he actually found himself enjoying his fuck-toys efforts. As if to prove it, a pleased hum rumbled from his chest. “Mmmmm.”

And Twilight nearly orgasmed then and there. Her king was enjoying her! Like a fire burning inside of her on top of the bonfire of loyalty to her king, Twi’ longed to make him do that once more, and so, she hefted her chubby rear up him, slowly and pleasurably sliding up his pole again like the good servant she was.

“Angh! Unf! Ngh! My king! Ah! Awh!” It was hard to do this while pregnant, but it was no less glorious, and when she’d risen halfway up his dick, Twilight slid back down it and took him into her so he could stretch her cavern all over again. “NGAAHHH!”

Back up. Her juices were streaming down his length, collecting in a pool underneath his sack. Back down. The stench of their sex was filling the throne room, not that anypony minded. Back up. With each rise, Sombra got a splendid tease of her fat ponut; perhaps he’d have to get around to training that in the future. Back down. Obedience was bliss. Twilight loved it. She hated to think that a part of herself once resisted her generous king when he gave her so much.

She was so unfathomably happy that now she felt no need to do anything that wasn’t to OBEY.

It was getting harder to pleasure him though. With each bounce on his mammoth cock, getting gradually faster and faster, the fatigue was catching up to Twilight. It’d have been easier if she wasn’t gestating his foal, but as he’d gifted her with the honour of carrying his brood, she was dripping sweat with exhaustion.

The mare didn’t stop though, of course she didn’t. She had a king to please. PLEASE YOUR KING. PLEASE YOUR KING. PLEASE YOUR KING AT ALL COSTS. YOU LOVE YOUR KING. YOU WILL GIVE EVERYTHING FOR YOUR KING.

She would and she had. Friends, family, all of them had been forgotten for the sake of her king.

She’d lost everything on her journey to becoming a mindless husk, and yet, Twilight now truly had purpose in life, and couldn’t be happier.

However, said king didn’t want one of the mothers of his foals dropping from pushing herself too hard, so he stopped her. “Concubine. Stop. NOW.”

Terrified that she could possibly have upset it, the purple slut stopped in an instant, with orders running through her empty head. NEVER DISPLEASE YOUR KING. WORSHIP YOUR KING.

Sombra mercifully wasn’t too upset though, not that he’d ever get upset enough to damage his toys. Instead of reprimanding her though, his leg wrapped around her waist, wedging itself between her pregnant belly and her huge, lactating and pierced teats.

Then, now he has her where he wanted her, his hind hooves steadied themselves on the floor, and his strong hips suddenly began bucking up into his hypnotised cock-holder.

Twilight was elated, and she didn’t hide it. “AHHN! YES! MY KING! YOU’RE SO BIG! ANGH! I LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOVE MY KING!” If the honour of being personally fucked by her god wasn’t enough for the concubine, then the euphoria, the pure concentrated pleasure he was brutally forcing onto her would have made any mare cry out in gospel. Her king’s cock was just that good. She truly wasn’t worthy of being bred by such a stud!

Every buck held power in it. Each forceful thrust up travelled through her body, moving past her rippling asscheeks, through her belly, and up out her horn. She could feel him battering her womb’s entrance, violently shoving himself into it over and over and over again, and she never wanted him to stop, not when being used by her king felt this good!

Down below, Sombra’s other disciples had stopped, waiting for them to finish. Their king wasn’t listening, and they were sure he’d want to hear about how the recent war on the Dragonlands went.

And the drones were right, he was too busy to care. Still bucking up into his personal slut, with a sinister grin wide on his chiseled muzzle, Sombra fucked his former enemy, and better yet, he enjoyed it.

She’d done a good job worshipping him today. Perhaps he’d have to treat her later with the honour of getting to clean his asshole.

Regardless, that was for later, and now, he was taking pleasure from the comfiness of her insides, and the depraved moans and words of worship from the former princess were like music to his ears. Music so good that her gripping snatch was bringing him closer and closer to climaxing every time he shoved his meat back into it. “Good job, concubine. Be ready to take your reward.”

He said she was doing a good job?

How many times had she came on his colossal cock now? Dozens of times? She’d lost track long ago.

But best of all, now she was going to get his, hot, thick, fertile reward, and she was willing to beg for it.

So as Twilight prepared to be filled once again by her mate, feeling the ruthless and noisy crashing of his hips against her bubbly asscheeks, she kept moaning. Of course she did. Nothing was stronger than her devotion to her king. “MY KING! AHH! THANK YOU! I LOVE BEING FILLED WITH YOUR SEED, MY KING! I LIVE TO SERVE YOU AS YOUR FAITHFUL CUMDUMP! I LOVE BEING MY KING’S WHORE!”

Yes she did, and everypony knew it.

Bucking up into her rapidly, fucking her helpless cunt again and again and again and again and again, Sombra felt the long-awaited sensation inside of him building in his second horn, so he didn’t slow, not even for a second as he used her relentlessly.

PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP!

And he kept getting closer, and closer, until-

“HNGH!” Sombra stuck his horsecock as deep into Twilight as it could go, and while his barbarically strong leg pulled her down onto him, forcing him even deeper in her, the king erupted, and his divine gift to her was shot out of his tip.

The first giant rope of his thick, kingly cum splattered against the entrance to her womb. It wasn’t allowed in, but that was okay, he’d already stuffed it full before, he didn’t need to impregnate her again, not yet.

She, alongside the others, were already very pregnant with his foals, and all four former princesses couldn’t wait to have them.

The birth of his foals would secure his reign over Equestria, and after that young filly Flurry Heart was old enough, she’d be given to his eldest for him to stuff full and own. There was no hope now, but the future held even less.

Back to the climaxing king however, Sombra’s first shot wasn’t allowed entrance to Twilight’s depths, so when the rope spread, covering his cock and painting Twilight’s insides white, the rest of his loads had to follow it.

And he had plenty to give.

Holding a deliriously blissful pony down on his lap and not allowing her any escape, King Sombra pumped her full of cum until her belly was even more bloated than it had been. And then, he kept pumping.

With his fat balls clenching, torrents of cum were shot into Twilight, only for them to gush out her entrance and go oozing down the king’s royal nutsack. It joined her mare-cum in a pool on his throne, but that didn’t stop her king.

Meanwhile, the king’s cumdump was broken. Feeling her majesty’s seed laying claim to her meagre cunt and unloading all he had into her, Twilight couldn’t handle the pleasure she was given, so with her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue stuck out like the slut she was, she couldn’t move, and could only accepted the ‘love’ as he broke her mind.

This wasn’t the first time he’d done this, and she hoped to Sombra that it wouldn’t be the last time.

But eventually, the king’s conquering of her helpless hole came to an end. He blasted his last rope of seed in her, and smiled wide and proud at the mess she was. Dominantly, he growled in her ear. “Enjoy that, concubine?”

The fucked-silly mare tried responding, to questionable success. “Uhn… Y-Yesh ma… M… My king…” Everything was hazy. All she knew was her king, his cock, and the gallons of cum that’d been pumped into her. Sombra seemed pleased anyway.

“Good.” Then, without warning, his legs reached and grabbed under her thick thighs, and quickly, forcefully, he yanked her entire body up and off of the humongous cock inside of her.

The moan that escaped from the conquered Twilight echoed through the throne room. “AAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!”

Without regarding it, he carelessly wrapped his leg around body, the same one his cum was gushing out of, and Sombra raised off of his throne. Under one leg, he carried the limp Twilight back to her concubine’s couch, leaving a trail of leaking cum behind him, and then, he tossed her collapsed body onto the sofa, a delirious grin on her whorish muzzle. He was done with her now, he’d had his fun.

Celestia, Luna and Cadance, all dripping from the display, kept switching between glaring at her prone, cum-filled body with envy, and desperately staring at the cum-covered cock still throbbing underneath him. Why didn’t they get to be in her place? Maybe they’d get a chance next time their king was heated?

With his virility, they knew it wouldn’t be too long before that happened.

Regardless, they all still silently begged for his attention when he returned to his throne like mindless, thoughtless dogs, not that they received any.

When Sombra’s rump dropped back down onto his throne, a loud squelch resounded out, not that he minded too much. Fortunately, he had plans for situations like this.

With the blissful and resting Twilight completely forgotten about now, the stallion’s head turned to his next concubine, and he gave his next order. “Concubine. Clean this mess.”

Cadence was more than happy to oblige. Literally. She was jovial, practically singing when she hopped off of her couch, pranced over to him, and dropped her amazingly fat ass down in front of his throne.

Green eyes stared hungrily at the mess that was his testicles and retreating horsecock, but they didn’t revel in the sight, instead the mare’s mouth was already all over it, and she was slurping up the combined juices of Sombra and Twilight’s ‘union’.

It was an honour to serve him!

He thought the same, but that didn’t stop the cruel, carnal king from sneering down at her as she tongued his sack like her life depended on it. “Hmph. What a pathetic Princess of Love.” Sniggering, he mocked and belittled her and her former title, but the mare down there didn’t care. She bathed in his attention like nothing mattered more to her, and she relished every filthy taste that touched her tongue.

“Mmph! I love you, my king! Mlleh! All my love is yours!” A husband? A daughter? The only ones that’d ever matter to her was her generous king and the many, many foals he was going to give her.

As she went to work, Sombra’s eyes moved back up. Now, finally, he could pay attention to the meeting. He looked commandingly down at his subject. “Speak.”

He did without hesitation. “Yes, my king. As I was saying, the invasion of the Dragonlands was a success, their ruler, Ember, was successfully slaughtered and…”

He kept going, and Sombra kept listening.

It didn’t matter what he said, one thing was for sure: Sombra had won. All would fall pathetically before him and his armies now. Even the mightiest of mares stood no chance against him, and would bow before his might.

And if they didn’t?

Well then, maybe he could ruin them too and add another devoted whore to his ever-growing list.

They’d be his toy either way.

Author's Note

First chapter completed! Expect more to come!

Also, I have plenty more ideas and a ton of chapters planned out, but if anyone wants to give suggestions or things they’d like to see then I’d love to see if I could incorporate them!