Title:           Sombranon I (NSFW)
Author:          storyponedude
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First Edit:      Monday 28th of October 2013 07:55:11 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 28th of October 2013 07:55:11 PM CDT

>be Anon
>in crystal castle
>chatting it up with Shining Armor
>damn, he knows more about sci-fi than I imagined
>hear the door open and hooves trotting
>Cadance walks in
"Excuse me, boys, but I need Anon for a few moments. Is that alright?"
>open my mouth to speak
>Shiny butts in
"Of course, Honey. You two do what you need to do."
>huh, way to  answer for me out of the blue...
"Come on, Anon. We shouldn't be wasting time."
>reluctantly rise and follow Cadance
>guards in front and behind leading me up a large staircase
>starting to sweat a few bullets
"Uh, Princess? Is there something wrong?"
>she stops and turns to me
"Well, there was, but I do believe we're going to get it set right again."
>continues going up
>engage confusion
>emerge in a very bright hallway
>crystal refracting sunlight everywhere
"Well, Anon, here we are. Step on up and have a look."
>Cadance motions me over to a doorway
>my footsteps echo off the walls as I approach
>get to the door--looks like a prison cell
>look inside
>have to squint through the blinding light
>see a dark figure cowering in the corner
>wait...that red horn...that dark mane...
"......Sombra?"
>he briefly looks up, the faintest look of scorn on his face
"Cadance, what's going on"
>the princess smugly responds
"His Highness the King is here on account of his crimes against our empire, of course."
>Sombra audibly scoffs from the corner
"Oh, please, I could ask Celestia to make it so bright in here your eyes would melt. Be grateful that we keep it dim during the night."
>I jump a little, not used to Cadance snapping like that
>no longer able to hide in the shadows, Sombra still just sits there
>without realizing, I'm just staring at him, looking him over...
"Well, Anon, he's all yours. Enjoy."
>wat
>that also got Sombra's attention; his head snapped up
"Cadance...I know I asked this before, but...what's going on?"
>she recounts how she and Shiny were considering how to punish Sombra
>imprisonment was obvious, but not enough
>but how to enslave him like he enslaved the crystal ponies?
>then she explains how she got a wild idea
>she suddenly turns to Sombra and tells him that I have a "thing" for some of the ponies
>the heat instantly rises in my face
>it turns into Big Mac's
"Oh, don't look so shocked, Anon. Word gets around."
>she goes on
>explains how Sombra's mine to do whatever I want with
>cripes, she couldn't have said "whatever" any more suggestively...
>but Cadance was right about me...appreciating various efforts
>and as I continued to gaze at Sombra, my mind started to wander...
"Anon, put your boner away. I imagine you'll want to save that for you-know-who."
>damn, how'd she notice?
>wait, why was she looking?
"And don't worry. See that collar we slapped on him? He tries any funny stuff, and he's cat food. So knock yourself out!"
>I now notice the faintly purple-glowing enchanted collar around his neck
>as Cadance and the guards turn away, I ask one final question
"Why me?"
>without bothering to turn around, she tersely responds
"Because Shiny said that if there was going to be a stallion's mouth around his cock, it sure as hell wouldn't be Sombra's."
>hoofsteps fall silent
>just me and the prisoner
>still blindingly bright
>damn, I should’ve asked her to turn down the light
>as if she heard me, the light goes down to a manageable level
>I enter the cell and close it behind me
>Sombra thanks me and says that he’s not a fan of bright light
“Quiet, you. I didn’t say you could talk.”
>a low hum, and the collar glows a bit; seems to be affecting him
>he winces
>well then, this should make things easy
“My name is Anon. I suggest you learn it well.”
>and off with my pants
>the boner Caddy told me to put away is back with a vengeance
>looks like Sombra’s starting to figure out his punishment
“If you think I’m going to debase myself like that, you’re sorely mista-“
>his hissing voice is quelled as the collar zaps him again
“Now, now…that’s no way for my slave to behave.”
>I was quickly warming to the idea of being serviced by a king, even if he was evil
>motion for him to get over here
>he does, reluctantly
>I wave my now stiffened member in his face, hoping he’ll take the initiative
>he doesn’t
>I grab his horn and tilt his head up to give him the hint
>eventually, his tongue slips out of his mouth
>the red is a stark contrast to the grays and blacks of his coat and mane
>I give a slight shudder on first contact; feels good to have a warm tongue on me again
>his face remains emotionless as he licks me like a cube of sugar
“I think it’s time you put in a little more effort, slave. Suck on it.”
>surprisingly, he immediately dives on my rod, his snout rubbing against my pelvis
>the feel of his hot breath exiting his nose as he works…
>my knees buckle and I fall to the floor
>he doesn’t miss a beat
>Sombra’s tongue dances around my rod as he bobs up and down
>throbbing with excitement
>damn, it’s like he’s done this before…
>a bit of pre escapes me, at least as far as I can feel before he laps it up
>he’s really getting into it
>the sounds of slurping and smacking fill the cell
>I start thrusting into his mouth, now genuinely horny
>a moan escapes me, but I don’t care anymore
>Sombra’s a much better cockslave than I thought he’d be
>Shining Armor may want to try this, after all…
>every inch of me is in warm, moist ecstasy
>I see Sombra moving a hoof in between his hind legs
>hmmm..he can have some fun this time
>can’t be a tyrant all the time, I guess…
>besides, he deserves it for surprising me this much on the first time
>now that he’s working himself and me, it’s his turn to moan
>I feel the vibration as he does
>can’t really see what he’s doing with himself, but I can certainly hear it
>feel myself twitching a little…
>his sucking intensifies
>that hoof that was down below is now on my balls
>well, he’s been leaking pre too, it seems…
>wet to the touch, but that just makes it hotter
>I’m kinda bucking with less control by now
>he still remains hard at work on me
>panting, I feel that feeling within me…
“gonna…cum…”
>he stops all movement save for his tongue
>it goes up, down, top to bottom
>then he draws it slowly up me, ending at the tip
>licks up the last glob of pre and all around
>welp, that’s it
>I thrust up one last time
>his tongue is wrapping my cock as it throbs hard
>my load of spunk fires into his waiting mouth
>don’t know how many shots, but he takes it all
>feel it mixed with his saliva as his tongue swirls around
>once the tide subsides, he draws his mouth off of me, revealing my rod, glistening and clean
>he opens his mouth and cups his tongue, holding the cum I left there
>the tongue goes back in and he swallows the lot with a loud gulp
>the only sound again is our heavy breathing
>I break the quiet first
“Not bad, slave. Not bad at all…”
>’show’s not over yet, Anon’
>wait, who said that?
>I didn’t think it, did I?
>’A little telepathy, Anon. A big part of my time in power, remember? But worry not, I remember the deal. No funny business.’
“Well, what did you have in mind?”
>he flips onto his back and reveals his still-hard member
>long and dark, not quite black
>it rests on his chest, leaving a trail of the pre he was still dripping
>resuming the work he’d been doing, he strokes it
>not sure how that works with hooves, but now’s the time to look and not think
>he moans again as he enjoys himself
>I start to get hard again as I look at Sombra jacking his dick
>again with the squish of his strokes and his sack smacking against him
>kinda staring mesmerized at the former king working himself to cum
>speaking of which, he starts loudly moaning and bucking
>his thick cock stiffens and blasts a load of cum
>white ropes spatter against his chest and chin
>it’s a lot; he must have been pent up…
>it ends, and he lays back again, content at being plastered in his own jizz
>his face, no longer expressionless, now is a mix between pleasure and seductiveness…
>’Hope you enjoyed, Anon. I know I did. See you next time…’
>I smirk and give him a wink
>on go the pants and I exit the cell
>I suppose I should put the light back the way it was
>again, as if by thought, the light gets blinding again
>get to the staircase
>on second thought, I think they were fine
>the light dims down again
>descend the staircase
>’Thanks, Anon.’
>ya know, I don’t think Cadance’s punishment is going to work out like she wanted…
 
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