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Sombra's Lover for Sunkit by Draconicon

There were few things more boring to the Crystal King than simple courtships. The mares and the occasional filly that were brought to him were boring, and few kept his attention longer than a few minutes once they started talking. Physical beauty did little to engage him, particularly as he wasn't that interested in the female form to begin with. It left him intrigued, but never to the point of actual pursuit.

The stallions, on the other hand...Well, if they'd been on offer, then Sombra may have had a few more temptations to deal with. The brothers of the mares offered to him frequently looked more interesting, and certainly had a more engaging voice. Yet, none knew of his proclivities; after all, any 'offerings' were from those that wished an alliance with the Crystal Kingdom, not someone that just wanted a roll in the hay with him.

It annoyed him, to say the least, and if it weren't for the fact that he had a devoted unicorn to keep him company, he might have lost what little sense he had left.

He glanced at the unicorn on the far side of his chambers. Strike wasn't a particularly well groomed pony. After all, he tended to quite a few of Sombra's needs, and that meant he was running hither and yon all the time. His coat, a peculiar mix of brown and blue, was coated in sweat more often than not - as it was now - and he stood a good foot shorter than Sombra did. He wasn't as built or bulky as most stallions around the palace, and certainly not like some of the draft horses from nearby Equestria. In fact, he bordered on downright scrawny.

And if, by some stroke of madness, Sombra had ever wished to take it from another male, the pony wasn't even endowed above the average length. In fact, the Crystal King almost thought that Strike was shorter than average; certainly his horn was, and that was often an indication of things for a unicorn.

Yet, despite all that, he felt...interest, in the other pony. More than physical, as he had been using Strike for that sort of relief for some time, and he had been aware of his attraction to the pony ever since he'd first bought him. This, however, this was different.

Sombra cocked his head to the side as he watched Strike go from shining his armor to organizing his books. It was the work of a well trained squire or slave, yet Strike was neither of these things, officially. Finally, he could no longer stand the silence and stepped forward.

"I will have need of you in the dungeons."

Strike turned immediately, his cheeks red. Sombra knew how it sounded; the pair of them had visited the dungeons frequently, mostly during Strike's breaking in period when he had been more afraid of everything and needed discipline. Since then, they still visited. It was just for more...interesting reasons. Sombra chuckled.

"Not quite for that, servant. But your King will have need of you there, anyway."

"Of course, Your Majesty. When?"

"Report there now, and wait. I will join you within the hour."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Strike bowed and walked out, and Sombra watched his departure with the slightest of smirks on his face. Whatever the stallion was lacking in his sheath was certainly well packed into his hindquarters; he wouldn't have minded giving them a few lashes as the servant left, but that would have distracted him from his main goal.

Horn darkening, he floated one of the sorted books out of the pile and held it up before him. An idea had struck him while looking over his servant, and he wanted to see if it were possible. If it was, then they might grow closer than they'd ever been. And if it wasn't...well, it was an excuse for something kinky.

By the time he reached the dungeons, it was much later than he'd expected, though the spell was to blame for that. It had ended up being far more complicated than he'd imagined, though he supposed for what it was doing, that made sense. He didn't know how long it would last, so he hadn't dared cast it up in his quarters, figuring that he'd do it just before they had their fun.

Besides, he'd kept Strike waiting long enough.

Despite his servant's loyalty, he was rather shocked to see that Strike was waiting where he was commanded to wait. It was their usual play area, an empty cell at the far end of the Royal Jail. It was around a bend, and it was darkened due to the lack of barred windows in the area. It made it impossible to be snuck up on or observed from any other direction. A slight security risk, according to some of his advisors, but they seldom had prisoners of that danger, anyway. Sombra normally simply had them killed.

Strike was in the proper position, as well, his ass up in the air and his head down against the cobblestones. It was an impressive show of dedication to the Crystal King as well, as the floor was quite cold in comparison to the air around it. It was winter, after all, and the castle picked up a great deal of the chill.

"You've been waiting for some time."

"You asked me to, master."

"And that's a good enough reason for you?"

"It's the best reason for me."

Sombra couldn't shake the warmer feeling that left him, but the stallion didn't bother to answer his servant. Instead, he advanced on him, the soft sounds of his hooves clicking against the cobblestone floor the only thing to be heard. He placed one hoof on the servant's ass, pushing the cheeks apart a bit more to show the pucker underneath, and he chuckled as it twitched before his eyes.

"You are hungry for me."

"Yes, master. May I please have your cock?"

"You'll have more than that today."

His horn darkening again with his magic, the Crystal King directed the energy down towards his cock, and a secondary stream towards Strike's hole. The other pony jerked a bit at the sudden touch, but was obediently still as the dark energy slipped past the pucker and inside of him.

"W-what is that, master?"

"Something I've wanted to try."

For longer than I realized.

The magic quickly brought his own shaft to hardness, and when it was glowing (as much as black could glow) he reared up and landed on Strike's back. He grunted as he brought his cock to bear, grinding the flattened tip against the other stallion's hole a few times before using his magic to stretch it open and slide in.

They moaned together as he filled the smaller pony, his cock stretching that hole out as it usually did. Sombra's cock throbbed as it slid deeper into its favorite hole, and he could already feel himself leaking. The tingle of the magic ran from the tip of his shaft all the way down to his balls, and he swore that it was swirling around inside of him, changing it for the spell to work properly.

He was humping before he realized it, rutting the little pony beneath him as if he was a mare. No, not as if he was a mare, but as if he was a toy. A very well cared for, very loyal toy, who moaned back with just as much enthusiasm for Sombra's cock as the King had for his ass. The stallion grinned to himself, wrapping his forelegs around the pony's mid-section and driving himself in harder.

"You've been wanting this all day, haven't you?"

"Of course, master. Mmmph. Your cock is my favorite thing to serve."

"Not me?"

"It's part of you. I love to serve you in any way."

"Heh, but this is your favorite?"

Strike nodded, panting as he pushed his ass back to meet the King's thrusts. It was almost cute, and would have been if it wasn't so sexy at the same time. The King groaned as his balls smacked against the smaller pony's ass again and again, his cock throbbing as he felt how close he was to climax. It had to be the spell, he was sure; he'd never been so eager to cum before.

Or was it...no, it couldn't be.

He pulled himself closer still, feeling his cock throb and grow in the last few thrusts before he released. He let out a breathy hiss in the smaller pony's ears as he came, filling him up. He heard the familiar 'splot splot' of the other male's cum hitting the ground, and made a mental note to have one of the more hated servants come in and clean up the mess. It would be for the best; the jailor would ask questions, a servant wouldn't.

It didn't take long for him to disentangle himself from his servant, but as he pulled out, the King was struck with a surprising grin. The sight that greeted him was different from the usual gaping hole that was left behind after one of their sessions. Instead, it was closed tight, and he could see that Strike's belly was growing. It was a slight, subtle change, but it was enough for him to see.

"It worked..."

"What worked, master?"

"The spell...to give me a child."

The answer seemed to shock Strike, who immediately pressed a forehoof to his belly. As his eyes widened in realization, Sombra trotted forward and laid his neck against the smaller horse's back, laying it on him for a few seconds in silence.

"I want to have a foal...with you. Not one of the mares, not one of the fillies that everyone keeps trotting out in front of me for an alliance. I would be driven to madness or killing if I had to deal with them every day while waiting for their pregnancy to be over. You...you I can stand, and I can enjoy. So you'll carry my foal."

"I...I'm honored, Your Majesty."

"You should be."

Sombra nodded, slowly pulling his head back. According to the spellbook, he wouldn't have to worry about Strike having too many of the complications of pregnancy either; the magic would deal with most of them, and the others -

"Um, master?"

"Yes?"

"Can we fuck again? I really...I feel like I really need it."

The others, like the feeling of being in heat, would be fun to deal with. Sombra chuckled, nodding as he felt his cock rising again.

This will be a fun few months.

The End