Your wish is my—
Oh, look, it’s awake. Heh, they never notice the shackles. Oh, no please, struggle all you like. I can assure you they are quite durable. Even if they weren’t, being on your back, all your limbs strapped down, a leash around your neck…it makes it very hard to get leverage.
Oh where are my manners? I am King Sombra. The look on your face says you already knew that. That is not surprising. I hear your universe has some fiction based on this one. It’s flattering really. Although, as you may have noticed, some details were lost in the translation! Do you like the dungeon? I intentionally made it as dank and unpleasant as possible. Do you smell the mildew and mold? Feel the dust settling into your mane? There’s likely a few splinters digging into your back by now.
That shocked recognition never gets old. You should see your face! Every human so far has had the exact same reaction. That mix of surprise, disappointment, and misplaced hope is unmistakable.
You’re wondering why you’re here. You’re wondering when I’m going to explain it to you; when I’m going to get to the point. Aren’t you? Of course you are.
Well, pet, the short version is “magic.” After one learns how to raise the dead, one starts to get a little bored when it comes to feats of magical prowess. So I tried my hand at some other things. And here you are. Rose, how many is this now? Yes, seven, of course.
So, seven, how do you like your new body? Crystal pony, of course. You have to match the rest of my collection. I tried something new with your color scheme. Pink coat, black mane, blue eyes. I’m a sucker for blue eyes. They amplify all your impotent indignance so beautifully. The pink coat was a bit of a whim. I wanted to see how a colt would react to it. Haha! There it is. Subtle, but it’s just the reaction I was hoping for.
And of course, you are a colt. Every one of you has been so far. It might be my spell. It might be your universe’s demographics. It might be many factors. Who’s to say? Wouldn’t be an experiment if there weren’t some unknowns, after all! I’m still working on a way to guarantee the gender, regardless of the target. Transmogrification of a teleporting target isn’t easy, however, even for a genius like me. Not that I have a problem with stallions, naturally. It just gets so dreadfully boring seven times in a row.
Did I get your hopes up? I notice your eyes are still darting everywhere. A lot to take in. Now we get to the fun part, however.
Notice it yet? Your flank. I assume you know how cutie marks work. Well, blank flank, you haven’t earned yours yet. Fret not! A king always takes very good care of his subjects, and I’m going to help you earn one right now.
Still squirming? Good. I love it when they put up a little fight. It gets so uneventful when they don’t.
Where was I? Ah, of course. Your blank flank. I have just the cutie mark for you, and I have a gorgeous plan for how to get it. I even had my secretary here write down the whole thing, in case I forget any of the exquisite details.
First, I have to coax your cock out of its sheath. That won’t be hard, however, since all the ex-humans so far have been so delightfully eager. I move a hoof across your groin, and it just springs to attention. You’re flushed. You’re embarrassed, disgusted, scared, but you’re still horny despite yourself. You can feel my hoof kneading your body, the warmth sinking into your coat.
It’s cold down here; it’s perfectly natural to want some contact with another pony. You don’t want to admit, but it’s true. You want me to keep touching you, to keep exploring your body. And lucky for you, that’s the next step in my agenda.
I start rubbing your nipples. Colts always forget about them. You did too, until I started giving them such attention. It feels good, doesn’t it? Of course it does. You’re blushing. Your breathing is getting heavier. You still don’t want to admit it, but now that I’ve mentioned it you take notice immediately.
Your cock is fully erect now. Too easy. You’re just as horny as all the others. Virgin, from the looks of it.
Your embarrassed expression says it all. Another ex-human virgin.
What was the next step, Rose? Read it out loud to me, I want to hear you say it. Ah, of course. I remember this part very clearly.
I climb onto the table, and you gasp as your dick rubs against my chest. The jolts of pleasure shoot across your entire body. It’s adorable, really.
Tch, still squirming. I told you those shackles were durable. You’re just going to tire yourself out before the good part starts.
Step fourteen; I lower myself onto your body. Your body is cold, so you appreciate the warmth, even if you won’t admit it. You stop struggling, happy to have another body touching yours. Your coat rubbing against mine.
I lift myself up, and an involuntary pang of disappointment passes through you. It’s written all across your face. Fret not, pet. We’re just getting to the good part.
Next step; I coax your cock upright with a bit of magic. You gasp, shocked by the sensation of it crawling across your flesh. It’s almost electric, but softer. It isn’t the needles and fuzziness of electricity, more like a thousand fingers prodding and kneading and caressing your dick.
Oh? Sensitive area? I can see why! You might be the biggest one yet!
You’re secretly flattered. Even through all your embarrassment and disgust and fear, you’re happy that I’m impressed.
Your cock is poking straight upward now, and I lower myself onto it. The pressure feels incredible. It’s almost like a vice, squeezing your dick from every possible direction. You can feel the heat and friction and pressure assaulting your dick from every direction as you press further and further into me.
A loud moan spills out of your mouth. Your tongue follows shortly after.
I stop. You panic. Why have I stopped? Did your dick disappoint me? Are you too big? Why?
I stand up, and your cock pops out of my asshole. You stare up at me pleadingly. You beg me to know what you did wrong.
My eyes flash green for the briefest moment, but you don’t notice.
I tell you that I changed my mind. If anyone should be doing the entering, it is me, not you. Only appropriate for a King, wouldn’t you say?
You agree immediately. You beg, you grovel, you implore me to shove my dick inside you. You can’t take it. The suspense, the emptiness. The idea that you are alone and cold and empty in this dank, lonely dungeon.
The shackles pop loose. Escape briefly crosses your mind, but the thought evaporates as soon as it arrives. You don’t need to escape. You have everything you could possibly need right here.
You scramble off the table, onto the floor, and then flop pathetically onto your back. You beg me to enter you. You say that you need it. That you can’t take it otherwise.
I smile and waltz over to you. What sort of cruel ruler would I be if I denied my subjects such a basic need?
You spread your legs. Your cock is still erect, flopping around on your stomach. You briefly wonder why you were embarrassed before, but the thought vanishes as I push my dick inside you.
You feel incredible. You feel full. You feel warm and loved and happy. My dick pressing into you is just how you imagined it would feel. It grinds against your rectum, and you moan loudly. You can feel your tongue fall out of your mouth. The pleasure shooting up your body is too severe and intense and painful and terrifying for you to care.
And then I start pistoning in and out of you, and each thrust sends another jolt of pleasure up your body. You gasp and groan and shudder with each pass. You can feel every inch of me travelling through your body.
It’s too much, and you can feel pre leaking out of your cock onto your chest. I keep pressing into you, and the pressure in your penis grows to match the pressure in your ass. It grows and grows and grows and then you explode all over your chest.
Your semen sinks into your coat immediately. You can feel it rubbing across the individual follicles as it smears across your body.
You wonder why it doesn’t bother you. You used to be so cautious and neat about that sort of thing. But this time feels right. You deserve to have semen staining your body. To have blotches of it all across you, to let it crust over and wash it out and start all over.
You feel my load fill your body, and you moan as the warm fluid flows into you. It makes you feel full and warm and dirty and complete.
I pull out of you, and you roll onto your side, panting loudly.
You glance at your flank. From this angle you have a great view of your cutie mark; three off-white dots of varying sizes. It goes well with your name, doesn’t it, Stained Servant? Why, of course that's your name. What else would it be? You nod in agreement. I'm right, as usual. You don’t know why you ever thought otherwise.
The colt lay on his side, his breathing labored and loud. Semen dripped out of his ass and penis. A small puddle of it clung to his chest, stubbornly refusing to move or slide off his body. A similar puddle was pooling underneath him as Sombra’s seed dripped down his butt and leg and onto the floor.
Sombra smiled. His teeth glinted slightly in the torchlight. “A wonderful performance, Servant. You certainly live up to your cutie mark!” He barked out a short laugh.
Servant blinked slowly. A deep green glow spilled out of his eyes. “T-thank you, my lord,” he stammered. “I…I’m glad I could please you.”
“And did you enjoy yourself, Servant?”
“Of course, my lord,” he muttered.
Sombra’s grin widened, and he turned to Rose. “I must say, this is almost too easy. It’s almost like they want to be brainwashed.” He leaned down, and Glimmering Rose recoiled, her clipboard clutched to her chest.
Sombra chuckled. “Tell me, do you think they enjoy it?” He leaned forward, and Rose shivered noticeably as his lips brushed past her ear. “Do you think they enjoy being told what they are thinking? How they are feeling? What they are doing, even as they are deciding whether to do it?”
Sombra exhaled, and Rose whimpered as his breath hit her face.
“Well?” Sombra asked, a corner of his mouth still curled upward maliciously.
“I…I really don’t know, m-my lord,” Rose muttered.
“Really? You have no inkling about how these humans think at all?”
“N-no, my lord. I’m sorry.”
Sombra stood up. Rose did not change her posture; her features remained mid-flinch, her eyes scrunched shut.
Sombra turned back to the colt laying on the floor. “Well, if you don’t know, I suppose we’ll have to do another one.”
“W-why not just ask that one, my lord?”
Sombra laughed again. The gravelly sound of it echoed off the walls. “Oh, don’t be absurd, Rose. Playthings can’t answer questions. No, we will just have to collect more data! Summon the guards to clean up this mess. Can’t have a mindless slave dripping all over the floor—it would ruin the surprise for the next subject!”