A Lustful Night of Pleasures
A Lustful Night of Pleasures
Written by: Shadowflash
Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions. - Albert Einstein
You have been warned.
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The Crystal Empire. Equestia’s most luxurious and grand empire looms at its northern borders, filled with joy, peace, and the greatest crystal sculptures known to pony-kind. The entrance to the Crystal Empire is composed of solid, red crystal pillars, with three floating gems in the midst of the pillars. Every house within the city bears a rock-like shape, but the rays of the sun radiate upon the jagged spires and crystalline surfaces to reveal the true beauty of each and every home.
But, the most grand of all the homes is the Crystalline Mosque in the centre of the entire empire. At the base, three massive semi-circles of pure, white crystal gate the entrance to the castle, a decorative marble-white 8-point star sitting in the middle of the base. Three doors lie at the midpoints of each circle, each leading to the entrance of the mosque’s grand halls.
The midsection, however, is far more stunning than the abominable structures. Three spires raise outwards from the left and right sides of the castles, made out of the same crystalline material, and have a slight blue hue to the connective sections. The spires all connect to the massive middle section that stretches directly into the sky, having the most bountiful crystalline object sitting upon its tip.
In the lower mid-section, there is a podium platform, where the royalty of the state may speak to their subjects. Its flowing design curves to the flat edges of the entire castle; containing gold within its structure. Shapes of hearts and crystals surround its bottom, with lines of a sapphire-blue gently curving into each shape, illuminating the area with a bluish-golden glow.
However, as magnificent as this entire empire is, it will meet its downfall to King Sombra: a unicorn whose dark magic knows no bounds, and will stop at nothing to feed off of the crystals that make this entire city's existence . . .
***
"Mmm." The sound of somepony contemplating flowed within the castle chambers. The Throne room, to be exact.
The room was compiled of crystals of many shapes and colours. A faded red carpet sprawled out from the bottom of the throne to the entrance of the room. The throne was comprised of pitch-black crystals that formed a small staircase, and eventually, a chair. Sitting upon the chair was a large unicorn.
His horn was grey, but lead into a curve of bright red at the tip. His mane flowed back in an almost slick manner, along with his tail; both were of the blackest shade, resembling true darkness. Upon his head he wore a steely crown, which snugly fit his horn and surrounded the bridge of his muzzle with a black plate. Out of the crown jutted horns for where his ears would be, and the crown lead down the sides of his neck, connecting to a steel chestplate.
The chestplate wrapped firmly around his chest, leading down to his legs -- also covered in steel plating -- and to a silky red cape. The cape flowed down the sides of his body and had a polar-white cotton patterned with black dots skirting around the edges of the red. The unicorn’s eyes were a bright red, with pupils as sharp as daggers. Where his whites would be, there radiated an emerald-green, as well as a purple mist trailing out of the sides of his eyes.
This . . . was King Sombra.
"Sire . . . y-you've been mumbling all day. I-is there something on your mind?" A quivering Pegasus was looking up to Sombra, her voice shaking lightly as she spoke.
Her mane was a dark shade of blue, alongside her tail, and her coat was a dark yellow. The mane she had was frizzy at her bangs, which draped over her eyes like curtains, and her tail was cut short, also frizzy, leaving mostly just a stubble of hair. Her eyes were a faded green, appearing almost as dull crystals.
"Yes. There is something on my mind . . . " The stallion leaned to his right, resting his head on his hoof. The voice he spoke with was low and gruff, almost as if he were under stress from exertion.
"M-may I ask what it is, s-sire?" the Pegasus stammered; the King merely chuckled.
"Hrmph. I don't think you've earned the right, but . . . it's been on my mind these recent months." King Sombra stood, aiming his glowing eyes down at the Pegasus. She shuddered before him as he grinned with the sharpest of teeth. "I wish to take advantage of my slaves, Glowing Eve," King Sombra started, as Eve, the yellow Pegasus, listened. "I've been here for three months, I believe, and these slaves are working their rumps off to uphold my power. How much they push to see my empire expand is terrific . . . even if it is without their will." King Sombra laughed lightly, causing Eve emit a small, nervous giggle.
"As I watch the stallions mine, and the mares pick their mere berries, I feel the stallions are doing more. The mares need to pick up what they've been doing, and it's time I progressed it." King Sombra took in a breath of golden air, and then nodded to himself.
"Eve, bring in a slave. Make sure it's a mare, and the mare has a husband. Or better; a family." Sombra chuckled as the yellow pegasus nodded, swiftly flapping her wings and shooting out of a window that decorated the walls.
***
"Please, no! D-don't take her! Haven't you done enough to us?!" A stallion of a faded blue coat and a brown, overhanging mane and tail yelled as Eve pulled one of the slaves away.
"I'm sorry. The King wishes to see a mare who has a husband." The mare that Eve was pulling away had a whitish-pink coat, with a gentle, flowing mane that curled near her forehead. Her tail was ragged and shaved down, like all the slaves, but she was elegant enough for her place in this society.
"P-please, sweetheart . . . I'll be alright . . . I promise." The mare let out a small whimper, and the stallion struggled against his bonds.
"L-let her go!" As he pushed forward in his chains, black crystals rose and sent waves of electricity searing through him.
Since the stallion was grounded, the electricity buzzed through all the slaves, making all of them cry out and groan in pain.
"AGGH!" he screamed, falling to the ground, watching as his wife was taken away from him, pulled off to the King of Darkness.
"S- . . . Sugarmoon . . . p-please. . . " was all that emitted from the stallion as he passed out.
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As Eve placed the mare in front of King Sombra, he waved a dismissive hoof to her. Eve bowed her head, backing away as Sombra let out a sigh. "Close the doors. Lock them."
Eve did so, and the large mahogany doors closed, locking. The mare gazed down at Sombra's hooves, too scared to look the King in his devilish eyes.
"Look at me, Slave," King Sombra spoke, the mare slowly obliging as she stared at his red corneas.
"Are you scared, Slave?" Sombra questioned, and the mare nodded feebly.
Sombra just chuckled, moving closer as his eyes focused on hers even more. "You shouldn't be scared. I am your King. Your ruler. The one you appreciate the most." The mare shivered as Sombra breathed on her, and she nodded.
"I . . . I do appreciate you . . . s-sire . . . You l-let me live . . . " she quietly spoke, and Sombra smiled.
"Good . . . You understand, Slave." Sombra gently tapped the floor with his right hoof, making the mare sit on her rump. "Tell me, Slave. What is your name?"
The mare nervously answered; "Sugarmoon, s-sire." Sombra smiled.
"Sugarmoon . . . hrmm . . . Well, do you know why you're here?" Sombra questioned, and Sugarmoon shook her head.
"Well . . . you do appreciate me . . . So, you can show me in any way I please . . . And I want you to do just that." Sombra narrowed his eyes hungrily, and Sugarmoon's eyes widened.
"P-please . . . sire . . . Not that . . . Anything but that . . . I-I have a family . . . I . . . Please, no . . . " Sombra moved closer, placing his hoof under her chin.
"If you don't, you'll face the worst punishment . . . If you do . . . I might go easy on you and your family. Wouldn't you enjoy that?" Sugarmoon couldn't help but nod. If her slavery was made easier, then she could muster strength to keep her family alive.
"Y-yes . . . sire . . . I'll do anything you wish. J-just command me." Sombra smiled most devilishly, and he moved to a small room off to the side of the throne, leading her into it.
"Good . . . good. You'll do well." Sugarmoon followed, sighing painfully to herself.
***
King Sombra had lead them into a small room, composed of multiple cabinets and mirrors. The mirrors were upon desks to the left of the room’s entrance, and the cabinets were to the right; most likely holding clothing or nothing at all, depending on what Sombra actually needed for storage.
In the centre was a bed, with gilded poles holding a small, velvet roof above it. Silk blankets of a blue color were laid out upon it, with two feather pillows sitting against the baseboard. The bed, most likely, seemed to be made out of oak, for the poles were very thin, but sturdy.
Sombra climbed onto the bed, sliding himself up against the baseboard and resting his legs outwards. Armour plating was covering his lower half and his hooves were resting at his sides. Sugarmoon was glaring at his stomach, then she looked into his piercing eyes.
"Remove my plating, Slave. Please your King." Sugarmoon nodded, slowly climbing onto the bed and sliding her hooves to his armour.
She fumbled for a moment trying to remove it, but eventually found a spot where it actually pulled back, and she tugged it off of him. His chestplate remained on, but his lower half was now exposed, revealing a somewhat disgusting sight to the mare, but a most wonderful sight to Sombra.
"Please me, Slave. And during this, call me 'Master'; nothing else." Sombra smirked and Sugarmoon nodded.
"Y-yes, Master." She lowered herself to his 'member', looking upon it.
It was soft, pitch black, and waiting to be pleased. The smell of sweat, or blood, or both, that arose from it that made her want to look away. But, in fear of displeasing the King, she slowly went close to the base, bringing her tongue out of her mouth, and licking up the non-erect shaft.
That made Sugarmoon get a moan of pleasure out of Sombra, bringing blood to his member and erecting it, slowly. It bounced upwards as Sugarmoon continued to lick Sombra's sex like a mothering feline would lick her young to clean. Each time Sugarmoon caressed her tongue against the soft member, the harder it became. Eventually, it was fully erect, and ready for her mouth.
"Mmm . . . Good . . . Now, Slave, please me further." Sombra smiled and Sugarmoon nodded, as much as she was against it.
"Y-yes Master." She stuttered, bringing her lips to the tip.
She could smell how vile his sex was. The emission of something relevant to sulfur was prominent, but thinking of her family, she pushed forward; literally. Sugarmoon's mouth encased the tip of his being and slowly dived downwards upon its shaft. Her tongue was polishing and lubricating the dry areas as she pushed it into her mouth, eventually pulling wards and repeating.
Sombra let out a chuckle and a moan of pleasure, bringing a hoof to Sugarmoon's elegant mane and slowly brushing it. Sugarmoon continued to move on and off of his member, gently sucking the tip with increasing force to please him further.
"Faster . . . mmmrmm . . . " Sombra mumbled and Sugarmoon obeyed.
She pushed, on and off of his sex, faster and more prominently. Eventually, she could feel the tip of his being pushing into her throat and activating her gag-reflex. She wanted to vomit, but held it back, continuing his pleasure by deep-throating Sombra. Sugarmoon eased it into her throat and forced air through her nose, so her body could hold Sombra's being within.
"Gaaah . . . Your throat is like that of a goddess . . . Hold still, I want to feel it even more." Sombra chuckled as he moved his body.
Sombra pulled his erection from her throat and mouth, making Sugarmoon breath heavily. Sombra chuckled further and stood on all fours, on the bed, above Sugarmoon. His sex was hanging, still erect, just above her head.
"Lay on your back, Slave, and open your mouth." Sombra smiled, even though she couldn't see it.
"Y-yes, Master." Sugarmoon rotated herself until she was on her back, opening her mouth.
Sombra brought his right hoof to open her hind-legs to reveal a bright, pink slit of ecstasy. The aroma it emitted was far more enticing to him, much more so than the aroma from his erection to Sugarmoon. He looked back and adjusted his being into Sugarmoon's mouth, slowly thrusting in and out. Sombra let out moans of pleasure and, soon, found himself lowering to Sugarmoon's sex and driving his large tongue against it.
Moans of pleasure and hatred flowed from Sugarmoon as Sombra was pleasing her. She tried to keep in position as she breathed heavily between each thrust, as it was diving within her throat, and pulling out rapidly. Sugarmoon could feel how Sombra's tongue was pressing against her clitoris, and euphoria was spreading throughout her body.
Several minutes of this repeated. Thrusting and licking, constantly trying to grab a hold of air for her body to stay conscious. Eventually, Sombra pulled out and resumed his original position against the baseboard.
"Gah . . . Your sex is amazingly good . . . I want more of it . . . Come, Slave." Sombra spread his legs, as his member stayed prominently up.
"Turn around, on all fours," he said, correcting himself, wanting to be dominant.
"Y-yes, Master." Sugarmoon rolled over, then stood up on the bed, trying to keep balance as she turned and present her sex to his needing cock.
Sombra pushed her down forcefully onto his penis, and it made Sugarmoon yelp in pain. He slowly pushed her on and off his erection, still keeping inside of her, as Sombra didn't feel the need to give any effort.
"Do this motion. Do not stop until I say so, Slave." Sombra laughed softly and he removed his hooves from Sugarmoon's flanks.
"Y-yee--Ohhrmmm . . . Yes, Masterrrrmmm . . . " was all Sugarmoon mustered from her voicebox. As much as she was hating this, she was . . . enjoying it.
The pleasure was coursing through her, and she couldn't stop. Sugarmoon's mind kept saying 'no', but her sex had other ideas -- such as getting even wetter with each bounce off an on Sombra's sex. Sombra was continuously chuckling and grounding behind her. She turned her head and could see an aroused smile upon his face.
As before, this continued for several minutes, until Sombra shoved Sugarmoon off of him, making her on her stomach, and her head hanging off the edge of the bed.
"Mrmm . . . Give me that flank . . . " Sombra stood on all fours again, proceeding his erection downwards as he spread her legs.
This is it . . . My shame . . . The thought in Sugarmoon's mind was swiftly met with a thrust into her buttocks, and she let out a yelp of despair and pleasure.
Sombra's ever-lubricated cock was pushing in and out of her tightness, being caressed by the walls of her insides. Unfortunately for Sombra, he was finding that the flank he wanted wasn't enough. So, he soon pulled out and re-entered his penis into Sugarmoon's sex.
Sombra was greeted with the moist, velvety walls of her vagina, deepening in her canals of juices and pushing until his cock could push no more. He slowly and harshly thrust into her, wanting to enjoy the everlasting euphoric bliss that was being blessed upon himself.
After pushing several, and needing, times into the mare's sex, he eventually felt himself needing to go. Sombra's muscles filled with adrenaline as he sped up, and his sex was tingling with joy and ecstasy. He felt his testicles constrict and his prostate glands emitted their juices, eventually making him ejaculate within Sugarmoon.
Sombra groaned and moaned as he pushed one last time into her, forcing everything he had, and making Sugarmoon scream in ecstasy, and even more in despair, as she felt his liquids inside her. Unfortunately, she never had the chance to orgasm . . .
"M-Master . . . ?" Slowly, she turned her head, breathing heavily.
"Yes, Slave?" Sombra composed himself, still breathing heavily as his sex laid within hers.
"I . . . haven’t orgasmed yet . . . " Sombra just chuckled.
"You need to earn that right, Slave. Maybe next time you'll be lucky." Sombra pulled his erection out, and slowly hopped off the bed, walking to the door.
"Clean yourself up, Slave. I'll be waiting for you out here. Also . . . I might be forgiving to your family if you continue this service for me." Sombra chuckled as he slammed the door behind him.
Sugarmoon was left alone with her thoughts. Technically, she had been raped, and yet . . . she enjoyed every moment of it. Does this make me a bad wife . . .? A bad mother . . .? How . . . how can I cope with such a mess . . . I . . . I hope Crying understands . . . I'm doing this . . . for the better of our family . . . I'm so sorry . . . So, so, sorry . . .
Sugarmoon soon found herself cleaning the bodily fluids up around her abdomen, and opened the door; back to the world she knew only as slavery and tyranny. Her family would, hopefully, still be safe from some of Sombra's evil, but she would have to hope the nightmare would end . . .
Would it ever end?
End
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A/N; I tried to make this just a one-shot. My editor believes I should break the taboo of one-shot clop and actually make a story. If people begin to like this fic, I might do that. But, that'll be something I have to work on. Anyways, enjoy what I wrote!
--Shadowflash.