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>Be anon stallion,
>make your home in the Chrystal Empire
>Beautiful place
>Hear about King Sombra
>Think King Sombra is just a legend
>Sombra returns
>Find yourself enslaved working for King Sombras vanity projects
>One day you're gathered at the palace
>Rows upon rows of young stallions
>Many tremble in fear and quietly sob
>You shift uncomfortably in your chains
>The once friendly guards keep their lances at the ready for anyone who dares to run
>Sombra's entrance causes the stallions to all kneel in fear
>Total silence with all but the clinking of chains as they hit the floor
>In your fear, you hesitate and become the last stallion to kneel earning yourself unwanted attention
>The occasional whimper of fear seems to fuel the tyrant
>He occasionally stops to look into the eyes of the pathetic whimpering stallions
>You tremble as he stops in your row
>You dare not meet his gaze as you hear Sombra talk to the buff stallion next to you
"Are you not afraid of your King? Do you not respect my power?"
>The proud stallion snorts not even dignifying the tyrant with a response
>With a dark spark from Sombra's horn the Stallion screams with a shriek loud enough to deafen all in the room
>With a sick smile, the tyrants horn fades
>The once proud stallion writhes on the floor whimpering and crying
"Maybe living the rest of your miserable life as a gelding will teach you a lesson in respect"
>Sombra growls as the guards haul away the diminished stallion
>Your heart pounds with fear and something else
>As Sombra's hoof clops right where your muzzle is touching the floor, you audibly tremble in your chains
>You pray he keeps going to the next stallion in line
>Your heart shatters as you feel a hoof lift up on your chin
>"Please no have mercy" you beg to yourself as you meet eyes with the horrifying spectre of total domination
>He examines your skinny stallion frame with great interest running his hoof down your back
>You pull away as he yanks your collar to bring you back to heel
"Im sorry"
>You instinctively blurt out in a hushed voice desperate to not meet the same fate as the once proud stallion
>You hear him growl into your ear as he flashes his fangs
"Humble, as all good slaves should be. You will make a fine rut."
>You freeze feeling all the blood seeming vanish from your system
"Guards, get the others back to work"
>You watch the guards prod the remaining stallions to leave
>You want to cry as you occasionally meet glances with the grateful stallions
>Please take me with you! Your eyes beg as the fearful stallions lock their eyes forward
"I want this one ready for rutting"
>King Sombra growls nuzzling and giving you a kiss on the cheek