Fall of Equestria: FoE Falls

by Sealcake


There Is No Pleasure In Heaven

He had done it. He had won.

He, King Dainn, born from a lowly doe in the poor parts of his long-gone country, had finally done it. All mares were now property, all males had taken their rightful place in society. Wings were plucked, horns were cut, collars were put, and all females had as much worth as the dirt.
He was invincible, nothing could take on him. Celestia herself had tried, and the consequences of such stupid action were now paying off as the Princess licked his dick, her hair thrown to one side of her face so her gleaming red collar could be seen. She moaned from time to time, the vibrator's soft sound coming like a song to the King's ears; her hands caressing the long shaft as if it were fragile porcelain.
Her touch was pure bliss.

Except, it was not.


"Ah, ah, ah," Discord said, shaking his head from side to side, similar to a mother denying her son a cookie. "Now, that is interesting. Interesting for a pony, silly." He snapped his fingers, and a replicate of the sword Dainn was holding in his hands appeared floating in the air, just beside him.
Discord looked at it, then made it spin. He crossed his arms and looked at Dainn again, the sword exploding into confetti. "See? I don't care about your heritage, or how old that rusted thing is. Give me something of worth."

Dainn's lower jaw moved as he thought. Then, he mustered an answer, "My country."

It was worth it, with the deal done, the things he would conquer... He let out a breath.

Discord's bored expression morphed into one of wicked intentions, his lone fang protuding from his smirk. "Now we are talking, reindeer boy."


He whipped Luna's backside, the Princess letting out muffled groans through the gag everytime the leash connected with her skin, the black wing-sheaths trembling along with her spasming excuses of plucked wings.
Her dark blue fur had been covered in cum, now forming patches of sticky hair on her body.

Her services as the slut she was had been recently asked, and the King, not losing an opportunity to show to his subjects, females and males alike, how futile it was for them to have any hope left, had agreed to do a public perfomance with the hidden excitement of a kid.

But as the Princess' body tensed before him, the walls closing and trembling upon his pride, his brain came up with a single question.

Was it really worth it?


"N-no," he managed out, his tongue betraying the stern expression he was trying to face the Spirit of Chaos with. "I can't give you that. Anything but that; be it country, people or resources. But I won't give you—"

"Was it that?" Discord interrupted him. He had summoned a weird trumpet-like device, and he was currently holding it near his ear in Dainn's direction. "I'm kind of, you know, old—" In a flash, a long, white beard grew around his mouth at the same time a carefully crafted baton appeared in his hand. His body trembled as all the fur and scales on his body took in a grey tonality "—did you say 'can't' or 'won't'?"

Dainn bit the inside of his mouth.

"Hmm, I'm pretty sure I took a language course somewhere in my life." The disguise disappeared, and Discord was back to his old self, stroking his goatee. "Maybe you didn't, in that case—" There was another flash, and Dainn felt something light land on his head. Using his trembling hands, he took it; it was a white paper in the shape of a cone, the word 'dumb' vertically written on it in black.
Discord hummed, and with another snap a ridiculously big magnifying glass appeared on the air. He took it and examined Dainn, musing. "But you know how to read—and how to invoke powerful draconic beings, as proven by my handsome presence—so there has to be little chance that I am dealing with an idiot, right?"

Dainn opened his mouth, but didn't get a word out before a zipper forced him to remain speechless. Frowning, he looked upwards, only to find a pair of big yellow eyes facing him, the pupils as red as his species' blazing fires from Hell.

The next words that came from Discord's mouth would forever follow him until his very death. "So, do you accept the deal, or not?"


He really shouldn't think like this. After all, his people were happy, the stallions were happy, the red-collared mares were happy. Every submissive female was rewarded with a sexual paradise, and blessed with the chance to be used as the toy they were.

He sighed, Twilight's failed attempt at trying to grant him pleasure not shoving his treacherous thoughts away from his mind. He petted the mare's hair, and her body stirred at the touch. Probably in pleasure.

How he envied her.


"And that is, Bimbo. Deal is done," Discord exclaimed joyfully, shaking Dainn's hand in a brute salute. "It was a pleasure doing business with you. Now that I think of it, 'business' has the word 'sin' on it, isn't that a funny coincidence? I really expect it to not be, last time it involved time-traveling, and that is not funny at all. Met an annoying stallion that couldn't stop his gob, he was rather angry, now that I think about it. Never gave it much thought, b—"

"It is done?" Dainn's voice broke. He felt different, from the tip of his antlers to the end of his hooves. His insides felt squashed, like they had been turned into jello and at every one of his movements, he flinched. Even his breathing sent his mind into a suicidal solution, and nothing he did could turn off the sensation of fire that came from within.
He stumbled, his muscles screaming as if they were being teared apart. They felt like stone, yet his body suffered from a thousand cramps. "It is finally done?" he croaked out, his throat itching as the words rasped it like needles.

Discord rolled his eyes. "'Course it is done, pussy. Also, that is short for 'pusillanimous', if you were wondering. Didn't insult your superior male authority or somethin'." A cowboy hat appeared on his head, and he tilted it in a cocky angle. "Now, I would recommend for you to get out of my land, I already have a few good names for what I will leave behind." He winked, and smiled a toothy grin.


King Dainn hated Cadence. He really, truly did. He loathed her with all of his being. Everytime she came to the castle, in all the senses of the word, he wanted to snap her neck in a nice angle and let her pink body twitch on the floor until it stopped.

Of course, he couldn't do that, he had a reputation to uphold.
That is what he repeated over and over in his head; he had a reputation to uphold, he had a reputation to uphold, he had a reputa—damn it, she was doing it again!

Were it not for his self-control, King Dainn would have killed that useless walking factory of carbon dioxide then and there. That included the pathetic excuse she had for a Master. He would snap the neck of the first, and strangle the later until his eyes bulged out and his face went as blue as—

Shit.

They knew. All this time, they had known. That was why they had let him win. That was why Cadence had made sure to be the top bitch, to be the one always willing to take a ride on his dick, to be the first to glady give herself to a stallion in front if him. Always in front of him. To be the one to moan, groan and scream as loudly as possible when he got near.

His breathing turned heavy, and he spared a glance to his favorite pet; Celestia. She was sitting on all fours, panting as a guard used her. His gaze was fixed on her eyes. He was seeing clearer than ever, he knew what he was looking for.
Celestia's eyes were suddenly looking at him, as if the Princess had sensed her Master watching her. But—no, that was not possible, this was not happening. It couldn't—no, it just couldn't be, it, it, it couldn't... She knew too!

Eyes darting back and fort between Cadence and Celestia, Dainn looked at Luna, his heart beating hard enough to make his ribcage hurt. He had to make sure, he was probably hallucinating. Luna was a black, after all, she wouldn't be a black if she knew the truth, right?
His throat went dry and he suppressed a scream of bottled up agony.
Luna was a black.

The Princess' blue eyes pierced his soul, daring him to make the connection, daring his brain to link every fact together. She was a black; a black, for god's sake! She had to be punished daily, every sexual interaction with her had to be rough and being a Princess, he had—She knew! Luna knew!
But they couldn't, they wouldn't just let their nation suffer like this just to have a few laughs at the expense of him, right? And there was still Twilight. Yes, Twilight, good, she was a good pet, yes, a mare who knew her place.

Twilight giggled, her tongue licking his Master's hooves. No, no, no, no no no no no no no no—


"What do you want, then?!" Dainn yelled, exasperated. His throat hurt from screaming; the Spirit of Chaos had managed to get in all of his nerves, and probably left the words 'Discord was here' in every one of them. "I have offered you my country, old weapons of immeasurable value, my strongest warriors, and yet you have waved all of them away! What, exactly, do you want?!"

Discord, who had been chewing on a straw for the past fifteen minutes, suddenly sprang up. "The million bits question! Took you a while for that little courtesy, Dainn, I feel flattered." He put his lion paw to his chest, and summoned a fan that inmediately began to refresh him. "It is quite simple, really. Learning to be more polite, that is. It wouldn't kill you, I promise. Though, considering how you treat those cows outside..."

"Get to the point!" Dainn screamed, veins bulging.

Discord snapped his fingers, and a blue dot appeared on the air. Grabbing it, he maneuvered it in a way that it resembled a bib and put it around his neck. "Right, yes, the point. Where was I?"

Dainn clenched his teeth. Discord frowned. "Don't do that, it grates on my nerves, drives me mad, blah blah blah. Insert the posh pony version of 'angry' in there." He made a motion with his hand. Then, to Dainn's surprise, the bib disappeared and Discord was standing there, just hovering over the ground.
Dainn didn't know why, but it felt... wrong. "So, yeah. While I want your country, this is what I truly want from you; to write a message for Rudolph about oddly-colored orbs and—" at this, he came closer to Dainn, his tongue licking his carnivore teeth.

"—your pleasure."