Author's Note

Contains: Bad End, Submission, Slavery, Hints of Feminization, and probably more

Day 1 - Corruption (King Sombra/Shining Armor)

“Yes, My King.”

The words fell from Shining Armor’s lips on instinct as he kneeled obediently before his master, King Sombra.

“Of course, My King.” “Thank you, My King.” “Only for you, My King.”

Every time these words were uttered, they sent a surge of pleasure through the formerly masculine, formally dominant stallion, stealing his resolve and draining any thoughts of disobedience or dissent. These forbidden thoughts flowed down his newly feminine body with every surge of pleasure that wracked it, surging into the only masculine thing His King had let him keep.

His lengthy member bobbed in front of him, drooling precum as it escaped the admittedly ineffectual loincloth that he wore, the only clothing His King had gifted him since his fall from grace.

Dainty hands twitched, edging ever closer to touching his remaining stallionhood and brimming, aching balls. But he looked up at King Sombra, silent but with eyes pleading for pleasure.

And King Sombra smirked down at this pathetic display, a wry and malicious smile playing upon his lips as he waved a hand dismissively. His other hand remained firmly between his legs, slowly stroking a far more impressive member barely contained within his pants.

“Go right ahead, slave.” The King growled, his voice deep and commanding and sending yet another burst of pleasure rolling down Shining’s spine.

Wrapping feminine hands around his shaft, he couldn’t help but recall the feeling of Cadance’s soft hands doing the same thing what felt like a millennia ago. But the recollection was brief and fleeting, barely a wisp at it was instead replaced by thoughts of the pitch black unicorn stud in front of him.

Of his touch etching black markings into his skin, his deep voice drowning out any thoughts to conflict what he said, of his sheer presence overwhelming any rational part of Shining Armor’s brain until nothing was left but what he was now.

A submissive slave lost to pleasure, kneeling before his all-knowing, all-consuming King.

The realization of what he’d become overtook him like a wave, the small stallion crying out as a bolt of pleasure jolted down his spine. His breath hitched in his throat, hips quivering as his hands slid down to the base of his shaft for what he hoped was the final time.

But Sombra’s laughter drew Shining’s attention away from his peaking pleasure.

“Oh no no,” Sombra said as he shook his head, clicking his tongue teasingly, “Little slaves don’t get to cum. Hands off that pathetic cock of yours.”

Although it betrayed every breeding instinct in his brain, Shining’s shaking hands pulled away to instead stroke at his thighs with need. His hips still humped and bucked into the air, hoping to find purchase on something, anything, that would push him over the edge to an orgasm his entire body craved.

But there was no such luck. Not even as his tear filled eyes looked pleadingly up at a Sombra who smirked down at him.

“Such a good slave.” Sombra again growled.

While the praise did spark another jolt of pleasure through Shining, the slut’s needy and pent up shaft throbbing painfully into the air, it still wasn’t nearly enough to set the poor slave off.