The Rise of the Alicorn King

Could she sink any lower?

She didn’t even want to know the answer to that question anymore. How long had it been since her last attempt to conquer Equestria? It felt like years, but it could not have been more than mere months or even weeks. Back then, she had been a terror that had filled the hearts of ponies from the coasts of Manehatten to the cold mountains of the Crystal Empire, the Dark King Sombra. A monster that had been whispered around campfires and behind closed doors, a dark legend that might have brought Equestria to its knees had Twilight Sparkle and her pet dragon not stopped him.

But that was before Grogar, before the latest failure, before she had been twisted into Umbra. It had started so perfectly as well. Twilight and her friends had been fooled into leading Sombra to the Tree of Harmony, and he had been able to destroy it with his dark magic. The looks on their faces as they watched the magical crutch that had been used to defeat Discord, Nightmare Moon, and so many others was a memory more valuable than gold. Or it had been, until some bullshit rules of the universe decided that Twilight's little posse didn't actually need those elements after all, and Sombra had been blasted with rainbow magic yet again.

At first, Sombra had believed he had been sent to kingdom come, but then he had found himself waking to the sound of childish laughter, one would expect from a child or younger sibling. When he had awoken, it was to the sight of the giggling draconequus Discord, his brawling laughter like claws on a blackboard. Turned out that there had never been any Grogar at all, nor any true chance of Sombra's victory for that matter. No, this was all part of that twisted draconequus's game to inspire Twilight Sparkle or some nonsense.

Truthfully, he didn't remember much of the details; she had been distracted by the burning humiliation in his stomach, and the echo of his bellowing laughter still echoed in his ears to this day. But that hadn't been the end of his humiliation; it had just been the beginning. Discord, in between his bellowing laughter, had decided that 'it was time for Sombra to stop being a dick', and he had taken that quite literally. With a snap of his omnipotent claw he had made Sombra's cock disappear, but he hadn't stopped there, having no patience for 'half-measures', and changed Sombra's entire sex from the ground up, renaming her 'Umbra' as an afterthought.

As the unicorn who was once Sombra looked in the mirror, she was **** to give the Lord of Chaos at least one small shred of credit. Discord could have trapped her in the body of a hag, but instead the body that stared back in the mirror was that of a true sexual goddess. Her titanic tits were second only to the alicorns; the enormous ebony beauties seemed to defy gravity, as firm as they were large. Umbra’s new raven mane was long enough to reach her knees and silky enough to be spun into the fabrics of a Royal gown. Her body had been crafted as if it were a statue, taller than most with an hourglass form and a stomach that rippled with enough muscle to grate cheese and a firm, powerful ass that could challenge even Luna’s behind, all carried on long and powerful legs.

She had the proportions of an Amazonian bimbo but the grace and allure of a goddess, but that only added to the sting of her humiliation. When she had been Sombra she had vaguely planned to form a harem of mares of this calibre who had been her foes. More to reflect her status as a conqueror than carnal lust, and to cement her victory over Twilight and the Princesses. She supposed some might call this karma.

She scoffed, turning away from her mirror with a huff. Her stomach was starting to rumble, and it was approaching time to fetch one of the Crystal Empire's servants in the palace. That was another blow to her pride; she was merely put under house arrest. Neither Discord, Cadance, nor Shining Armour considered her enough of a threat to be placed in a cell. No, she was given full reign of the palace! That's how little they feared her now.

Umbra let out a long, painful sigh. Some might be grateful for that, after all, this way Umbra could still indulge her creature comforts and didn't have to spend the rest of her life staring out at the world as a frozen statue like Chrysalis or Tirek, yet her pride couldn't help but bristle. What made her such a poor threat? Why was she considered so weak?

As these thoughts dwelled in her mind she found herself passing by the Royal Chambers of Cadance and Shining Armour. Naturally, at this time of day, with Shining Armour overseeing the training of the guard and Cadance holding court, it was empty... but it was also unlocked. Now, Umbra hardly believed that the key to her comeback or a powerful magical treasure would be lurking in those chambers for her to take, yet at the same time, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to check.

A brief glance up and down the hall revealed the coast was clear, and so Umbra slipped into the chambers. The room was a combination of pinks, purple and red colours, from the rosy pink four-poster bed, to the purple rugs and curtains, to the red drawers. It was like entering a hearts and hooves day carnival, it was enough to make Umbra scoff. The sickly sweet room was enough to make her fangs ache, but nevertheless, she opted to explore the nauseating room to see what she could find.

Unfortunately, there were no great magical artefacts nor any sign of any critical political secrets; there wasn’t even any sign of embarrassing sextoys or dildos that might make for a juicy scandal…not that Umbra could find anyway. She was about to give up on her fruitless search when she finally came across a small book with a pink glittery cover. It seemed she had found dear Cadance’s journal.

Now it hardly seemed likely that Cadance had kept anything in this book that would allow Umbra to reclaim her former glory, yet at the same time it was a delightful opportunity to learn some embarrassing secrets of her enemy. She opened the pages at random.

Dear Diary,

I did it again, I masturbated to the same sick fantasy that I shouldn’t feel. I shouldn’t be doing this, I’m the Princess of Love for Celestia’s sake! Platonic, romantic and wholesome love! Not some nymphomaniac sex demon, and yet I can feel the burning lust building up within me even now. Again, Shining remains oblivious, as do my subjects, and it must stay that way no matter what.

Umbra’s piercing red eyes widened and she began to chuckle. Oh, how very interesting this was, it seemed that the noble Princess of Love had some lustful little secrets that she hadn’t been sharing with every pony. Not as much of a goody, goody two shoes as she seemed.

Umbra flicked through the pages, looking for another particularly scandalous page. It didn’t take very long until she struck gold.

Dear Diary,

This is fucking unbelievable, Shining was too exhausted to fuck, AGAIN! I can’t even remember the last time he ever gave me a good fuck. Just cuddles and gentle loving, again, and again and again. I can barely feel him when we do that. Is it too much to ask for a good dicking?

Umbra started to chuckle. This was too perfect. To read that the Crystal Empire’s precious Princess of Love was this much of a slut deep down. It was juicy, and to think that Equestria’s poster child for virtue, devotion and marriage was hiding such lewd fantasies. If nothing else, this would make a juicy scandal for a newspaper.

She opened up a new page, and her ruby red eyes widened with twisted glee at the next scandalous entry.

Dear Diary,

What the FUCK is wrong with my husband? I have a body that most men would give their lives to merely gaze at. Big fuckable tits that defy gravity yet are shaped so perfectly to fit my perfect figure! An ass that could crack a walnut between them, lips that could slide a juicy cock through them like butter, a figure that bends like an hourglass, sparkling pink eyes that gleam like primroses, I'm perfect! Tartarus, how many times was I voted the sexiest Princess? But why can't my husband see that? See what I need?

I...fuck what's wrong with me. I need to get a damn grip, I'm the Princess of Love! Ponies turn to me to oversee their weddings, they ask me for advice on their dates, I'm meant to be the expert on love. Romantic, chivalrous and decent relationships and yet every night I find myself with a finger up my pussy. Every night I tell myself it'll be the very last time, and I lie every time. I just can't help myself.

But I can't keep doing this, what happens if somepony overhears me fantasise in my sleep? What if Luna sees those dreams? What if she tells Shining Armour, or Twilight? I don't think I could live with the shame if she did that. How disgusted would Shining be if she knew that every night I craved him to dominate me? To breed me not because I wanted another sweet son or daughter, but for the sick pleasure of simply being bred and defiled. I want him to drag me up to the throne room in front of the entire court, with Twilight, Celestia, and all our subjects watching and then...

Umbra turned the page, heart in her throat. This was beyond anything she had even dared to imagine; she had all the same feelings she did as a teenager discovering sex for the first time. To believe Umbra's precious, virtuous enemy was hiding such perverted fantasies, she would never look at her the same way again. She consumed the next page, heart pounding.

-and then he'd fucking take me! Ravage me. Tear my clothes from my divine body and pound me in front of all my subjects whilst my Mistress watches on with pride. They'd all see the real me, not the prude I've been **** to become, but the debased slut I truly am! Then with my Mistress standing over me, I'd sign a document signing away my freedoms, my rights and my dignity all to Shining Armour. I'd be at his complete mercy, and he would own me completely! He'd rule the Crystal Empire with an iron fist (and an iron dick); he'd own my power and freedom. He'd give me any order, no matter how perverted, cruel and debased, and I'd obey without question with such wicked glee!

And he'd own my body. Free to fuck it at his leisure, use me whenever he wants, like a toy or a ****. And if he wanted to reshape my body, then that'd be his right. If he wanted to ink his name across my body and declare me to be his, he could. He could plant 'Shining's Slut' across my cunt, my face or even my cutie mark! Fuck imagine him changing my cutie mark, tattooing a new destiny for myself onto my asscheeks. Perhaps he'd even go further, piercing my nipples and leading me around with my nipple chain. Oh Celestia, I'm already masturbating as I write this, I can't fucking stop myself.

It showed. The handwriting was getting messier, the words had near constant spelling mistakes or stray lines and if Umbra sniffed closely enough she could make out the faint scent of sex on the pages.

But that isn't the best part, because then once Shining has his fill of me, he'll move onto other women. Fuck, I'm such a hypocrite, telling couples everywhere that cheating is wrong, yet here I am fucking myself silly to thoughts of my husband cucking me. Because it wouldn't just be me who he's made into a sex ****, nor my Mistress who trained me to serve him-

Mistress? That was interesting detail for Umbra to note. What woman did Cadance receive training to be a sex ****? Perhaps Celestia? Twilight perhaps? Or most scandalously of all, Chrysalis herself? Umbra made a note of it but continued to read on.

-But all of the Crystal Empire, oh, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. I could see our maids in tiny skirts, displaying acres of their busty cleavage as they stride around on heels for Shining to ogle. Their round asses lay bare for Shining to grope at his pleasure as is his right as their Master, oohhh I can just imagine Lemony Gems and Diamond Rose walking around in those outfits, their duties as Head Maids changed to punish any slut who doesn't comply with the rules to their Master's standard. And the guards, I can just imagine the guards, all replaced by the most beautiful, sluttiest women with the biggest of tits. To 'serve and protect' indeed, now they'll serve their Master with their bodies and protect his right to fuck them or be fucked by the studs in uniform.

..and then... Celestia forgive me, but I'm even more depraved than that! I'm just imagining, eighteen years from now, Flurry Heart, all grown up with a beautiful young body, barely an adult. She would be as busty as her mother, and a petite body just aching to be ravaged with sin, with beautiful blue eyes shimmering with lust for her Master Daddy. She would be properly trained by me, her own mother, after she was eighteen, I'd train her rigorously in all the ways of proper lovemaking, submission and fucking. I'd dress her from head to toe like a Saddle Arabian harem dancer. Golden chains, glittering jewels, sheer silks that aim to conceal rather than protect. She would be...be...

The pages stopped there, and Umbra didn't have to be Sherlock Hooves to figure out why. Cadance must have been quite the squirter because Umbra could still smell the scent of sex on the damp pages. With trembling fingers, she placed the book down and wondered if she needed to be careful to stop the grin from splitting her face in half. This was all too fucking perfect! This was the proof she had always craved. Evidence, crystal clear evidence that she had been right, always been right. Those self-righteous bitches didn't deserve to call themselves heroes or good; they were just as depraved as her deep down. No, it meant more than that! It meant that when Umbra had begun her quest to conquer Equestria, well she had just been doing what those ponies had always wanted.

Really, when you thought about it, that made her the hero.

"Just wait." Umbra muttered to herself, dancing around the room like a filly with a new toy. "Soon everypony will know about the real you. Every newspaper, every tabloid, everypony will know what you really are. Your name will be mud, you will know the humiliation I feel!"

It might not regain Umbra's power, but for now it would be sweet, sweet **** and for how that would be enough. The stinging humiliation that Cadance would suffer, her family torn apart, the whispers and rumours in the streets. Umbra could almost hear them whisper: ‘Pervert, pervert, pervert.”

Or perhaps, a dark thought sneaked its way into Umbra’s head, it wasn't just a means to humiliation and vengeance. Right now, Cadance was more powerful than the dark Queen, she had the Empire and all her alicorn powers, whilst Umbra had her powers restrained by the magic cast upon her. But this… this was a weakness, psychological rather than physical.

After all, if Cadance wanted to be a sex **** so badly, why not indulge her? Umbra’s red eyes were lost in a fantasy, this time inspired by Cadance’s eloquent writing. She would be her Mistress that the self-righteous Princess of Love craved. She, Umbra would stand over her former enemy, a leash in her hand tied to Cadance’s collar, her outfit a latex leotard as black as midnight, adorned with a pair of gloves of the same material that reached all the way to her elbows. She would walk on spiked, platform heels, the spikes as sharp as claws; they’d be a weapon for dominance and a symbol of her power. Her legs were clad in fishnets that clung all the way up her powerful legs, and around her wrists and biceps would be spiked brackets as a symbol of her danger. Topped off with a shoulder-spiked pauldron and cape that would allow her to dominate those lesser sluts.

And beneath Umbra would be Cadance, the snivelling Princess of Love reduced to a parody of her former self. Umbra could feel her pussy ache just thinking about it. She'd be stripped of her dignity, her power and her principles and **** to crawl beneath Umbra's heel. She'd be dressed in little more than straps and silk, and all of it would be see-through. In fact, the outfit would exist not to protect whatever was left of Cadance's modesty, but to emphasise it. To show the world how her nipples ached with humiliated pleasure, and her pussy would gush as she was abused at her Mistress's pleasure. And Shining Armour would stand over her too, his shoulders broad and his muscles thick, eager to fuck Cadance whenever the mood appeared. His virile cock would have any selection of slutty flesh in the Empire to fuck, and Cadance would be **** to watch and moan and merely hope that she too would get a chance to be fucked. But there'd be little of that, not when that dick would be deep in Umbra's cunt!

Umbra jumped as if she'd been shot, the journal fell from her fingers, landing on the floor with a loud 'thud'. Since when did she think of stallions that way? She might be a mare now, but that hadn't altered her mind, had it? She hasn't become gay had she?

She ran a hand through her mane, the thought sending shivers down her spine. Not from her arousal this time (or at least she hoped it wasn't from arousal). She was Sombra, trapped in Umbra's body. Sombra wasn't gay, and that was still the case. She didn't care if her body had been changed to this temptress; her mind wouldn't be made to wrap around that unicorn's cock. No matter how big or virile it might just be...nor how strong he was...what a stud he could be...

"ARGHHH!" She yelled, had she been able to she would have unleashed her fury in a magical blast but instead she had settled for stamping her foot and pulling at her rich, silky, glorious mane. As if she could tear the emotions out from her soul, but alas, she couldn't even break a single strand of her rich, raven hair. But she didn't have any time to dwell on her panicked response to her potential sexuality, because at that moment, another reason to panic, or perhaps another opportunity, lay at her door.

For when she had screamed, a pony had overheard. A lovely pink alicorn with some of the finest curves in Equestria, if not the world, stood at the door. Her face was one of innocent confusion as she looked at the distressed Queen.

"Umbra? I heard you screaming? Is everything alright?" Princess Cadance asked, head tilted in innocence.

A/N: This is part of a commission I've done for Violagameboy. I've been doing it side by side A truthful dragon, for a few months now, but never got around to uploading it until now.

I'm up for doing another commission about now, but not too much. If you're interested it'll be £16 per thousand words.