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// King Sombra, Resurrected. Mrs. Cake. Slap, Slap, Kiss. 
// Story: Super Gypsy Lord Admiral Nyronus Shachza Shouldn't Write Shipfics, Volume II 
// by Nyronus 
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CHAPTER 4:
King Sombra, recently resurrected and surrounded by a  loyal cadre of brainwashed crystal minions, had never seen anything like  it.  Waves rippled out from the point of impact, flowing across the  soft surface in mesmerizing, criss-crossing patterns.

"Ooooooo!"

He  turned his red, magic-weeping eyes on his followers.  Their dull  expressions revealed nothing.  He gave another, experimental poke.  The  lesser ripples were no less mesmerizing.

"Ahhhh!"

"Missus  Cake," Sombra was proud of the way the chamber echoed his sinister,  rumbling timbre all around, "are you truly so wanton?"

She just  hummed in appreciation, trying to follow with her eyes as he stalked  around her.  With all the restraints, she couldn't follow far.

"Truly?"   He swatted her shoulder, causing just the same ripply shocks as from  less... polite areas.  Somehow he made himself look at the lanky,   yellow stallion in the corner, who was staring on with teary eyes.

"Oh, he's a total cuck."

"I AM NOT!"  Shrilled the stallion.  Even the dullards guarding the place flinched.  Just a little.

The  mighty Sombra looked down on the prostrate prodigiously plump petu-  port-  fuck it, mare.  "It seems there's some dissention."

She shrugged and the other pony squawked.  "I like adding a little spice to my sugar.  If you know what I mean."

Sombra's grin slowly grew into a gleeful smile.  He leaned in and claimed his new mare's lips.

When they finally parted, she was smiling too.  "Somepony's... horny."

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"Off with her head!"