A shudder overtook Sombra, who yanked on one of Inky Rose's braids, guiding her head down into his crotch. She opened her painted lips, closing them around the tip of his cock, her tongue circling it and licking up his precum. Gradually she started to bob her head down his veiny girth, taking him all the way to his hilt. Her palm cupped his swollen testicles, fondling them.

She fell into a steady rhythm, completely naked and resting on her knees and elbows, while he sat and let her tend to his needs. Their shadows danced by the light around them, fires flickering below the lamp under a cool breeze which whistled through the tunnels. Her breasts hung, her nipples a dark purple, matching her vaginal canal and her puckered exit hole.

"A-Ahhh... Mmm~ Who would have thought such a quiet and elegant creature like you wouldn't be so averse to pleasuring a stud," he hissed at her, girth throbbing against the depths of her throat. "If I had known, I would have taken you right then and there for the others to watch!"

She stared up at him, eyelids colored in makeup and half-lidded, her eyelashes thick. Practically worshiping his cock, she removed it with a pop for a moment, rubbing it upon her cheek and smearing her painted crocodile tears.

"It pleases me to know I can serve you, master. It fills me with such... mmph... joy~ I hope when this war has ended and you are victorious, you'll reward this lowly harlot with plenty of your children. Until then, please don't put a foal in me. I'm still needed on the field." She resumed sucking his dick.

A small chuckled left his throat. "But of course! Those who stand behind me and fight with me will be greatly rewarded for their loyalty. Though-- Mmmh~! You're making it very hard not to stuff you right now~!" He growled, a hint of sweetness masked behind his commanding voice.

Lewd slurps sounded with each movement. He rested a hand upon her head, guiding her more for the feeling of dominance it provided, since she clearly knew how to minister to his needs. She savored the steady release of his pre, its viscous texture and salty flavor, which danced on her taste buds. Her own flower dripped freshly each time her cunt winked, leaving a small pool.

She nibbled and pulled on his meat, tracing the veins. His flare expanded, and he grunted. Quickly she swallowed him whole, staring into his eyes when he released, a steady torrent painting the roof of her mouth, her tongue which was coated white, and her gullet which drank his emissions down.

Her cheeks ballooned out, unable to swallow it all at once, his splooge slathering her gums and sticking between her teeth. More burned her nostrils, cascading out in a slimy mess that made her tear up.

Releasing her, she withdrew with a loud pop, ribbons of his release and her saliva mixed together tethering her lips to his rod. She opened her maw wide, proudly showing off his lingering seed, swishing it about. She gargled it lewdly, then swallowed it down.

"Ahhh~ Good girl!" He sighed in contentment, petting her head in slow strokes. "Now if only the others could swallow their pride and stop resisting me. As much as I enjoy a good squabble, time is running out..."

"Of course my liege," she said, now seated before him in a lotus position. "If it interests you, I know a friend who would be more than willing to aid you."

Excellent! Bring her to me and anyone else you feel won't be troubled allying with Sombra. Trust me, it will only be a matter of time until they realize following Fancy Pants will just lead to a pitiful end. As the only other male to oppose me, he'll certainly have trouble trying to repopulate our dwindling species. And I'm more than certain his wife won't be happy sharing him~"

Inky giggled while twisting the ankh between her breasts in her fist. "They would be fools to try and resist your charms and brilliance, my King."

Her black nails were painted in cobweb designs, everything about her steeped in the macabre. Naturally, she was drawn to his type.

"The only fool here is you!" Came a bombastic voice; causing both to turn as Trixie appeared in the doorway; hands on either side of her wide hips and a flustered expression plain on her face. One might wonder how long she was watching Inky's devotion to the dark unicorn. "Traitor! You absolute floozy! Have you now shame in lowering yourself to being Sombra's cock warmer?!"

The pale pegasus scoffed at the unicorn. "You don't see me judging your poor choices in life, do you, Lulamoon. So maybe it's best you mind your own business." She studied with pursed lips as she draped her nude form over the legs of her master. With his pet now much closer, now Sombra was unable to resist yanking her by the head to roughly pull her to his muzzle, earning him a small coo from the satisfied goth. Her eyes fell back to Trixie, a sly smirk on her lips. "Or maybe you're being nosey because you're interested in joining us?"

"A-As if Trixie would ever demean herself to such a filthy act with such a vile monster!" She spat, arms now folded under her large chest. Though the blush on her face told them she wasn't completely opposed to the thought.

Enjoying another chance to wind her up, Sombra seized Inky by her wide hips, and she tittered gleefully when he lifted her up, settling her down onto his already once more partially erect fuckstick. She closed her eyes and whined, her foalmaker slowly parted, swollen lips kissing his member wetly when she sank onto his altar until she'd been fully impaled.

Meeting the witch's smoldering gaze, he lifted his first slave up-and-down, her supple form juttering each time he slammed her balls deep. His fingers curled around her nipple rings, pulling hard on them, distending the buds so far she winced and whinnied. Nibbling on her neck, he'd take turns pulling on her braids, her wide buttocks slapping on his crotch.

Despite her open snarl a wet patch appeared in the crotch of Trixie's leotard. She couldn't deny her biological needs either, probably hadn't been laid in quite some time, her rage towards him turning to sexual frustration. Similarly her nipples practically pierced her top, straining the fabric.

"U-Ugh! You're both sick. You both make Trixie want to vomit!" She announced before spinning on her heel and leaving them with a swish of her cape, before her body might act on its own accord.

"She may come to me eventually." He snickered. "No doubt she's running to her room right now to schlick herself silly, fantasizing what it'll be like being in your place." And with that, he continued to bounce her onto of his shaft in an even pace; driving his cock deep to properly reshape her cunt to fit him and only him.

"A-Agh! Yes! I'm all yours~!" She moaned for him; her insides wrapped around his cock with little desire to let him leave her warm cavern. "I-I'll do whatever you want, my king! I-I'll even become a proper pet~! Collar me! Leash me! F-Force me on all fours and take me like the dirty bitch that I am~!" Her foalhole was trickling over his spear, which rammed her all the way to her cervix entrance.

"Oh my! What a lewd and depraved request! You really are a naughty whorse... Mmm, I love it~!" He growled before savagely pulling her braids to force her head back so that he could capture her lips in a powerful kiss, while impaling her harder upon his fleshy sword.

Their lips and tongues danced, biting one-another hard enough to draw a bit of blood, her depravity almost a match for his own.

She wiggled atop him as he picked up speed, increasing the force of his thrusts and causing her bulbous breasts to bounce and smack against each other. Her wings spread to full plume, fluttering. “Cum in me please,” she whispered huskily, her face fully flushed. “I've taken contractive potions. My womb is y-yours to use safely. So d-don't pull out! Fill me! G-Give this sow your seed! I need it~!” she gasped; utterly at his mercy and surrendering her body fully to his domination.

Sucking and nibbling on her ear, his hot breath tickled its inside. With a finale plunge she squealed and constricted around him, gushing almost in tandem when his flared tip started to shoot its load into her uterus, her eggs swimming in a torrent of his virile release. Her ovaries pleasantly ached, whining as he tweaked her clit with one hand, the other fingering her butthole.

Going limp in his grasp, her mind almost shutting down from sheer ecstasy, her form quivered while she rode out a series of climaxes, leaving his lower half a soaked mess.

”M-master,” she managed, face streaked in runny makeup from tears of joy. She planted a playful peck on his lips. “You're wonderful.” She wrapped an arm around her behind his head, basking in their afterglow. He remained sheathed inside her, feeling a rare moment of contentment at his latest conquest.

Deep below the Badlands, the Pleasure Gardens were overgrown with greenery, the plants taking on exotic pastels and neon. A rich aroma suffused the atmosphere, serving as a natural aphrodisiac to anyone who breathed it in. Slow-acting, it lured one into a trance-like state, but Spike always took precautions, making certain Sunset Shimmer used the strange power she'd carried over from that other world to read the emotions of his lovers, assuring that they were doing this of their own volition.

He felt sorrier for her than most. She didn't seem to particularly like her new role as one of the herd, yet felt it was her duty. Worse when Twilight had called for her help, she'd rushed through the portal, which had soon been demolished by the Eldritch. Somehow they neutralized any attempts to cross back over, forever cutting her off from the new life she'd made.

Sometimes he'd hear her weeping softly, but would quickly wipe away the evidence and offer her services when he tried to comfort her. Finally accepting it wasn't his business to pry, he secretly hoped she'd open up to him eventually. He'd simply dismiss her from his personal guard, but it would dishonor her before the others, and he imagined she stayed for Twilight's sake.

“Hey there stud,” said Tree Hugger lazily. Wearing nothing other than a bandana and a crooked grin, she strutted about, wide hips, buttocks, and breasts swaying. She pressed her naked body to him, her stomach slightly swelled from the Kirin he'd deposited in her womb. “Like, I've been busy freshening up the pad, watering the bushes and all that, you know?”

His claw toyed with her dreadlocks when he kissed her muzzle tip. “You've done well, like always!”

Warm arms wrapped around his midsection from behind, the rather voluptuous Fluttershy pressing her also nude physique to his strong back. She was probably the shapeliest, most fertile mare left alive, and from the bulge in her stomach he'd likely put more than a couple Kirin in her! “Um, how have you been? Have you come to sample our peaches?” She fluttered cheerily.

“Maybe.” He laughed, her innuendo still clumsy but effective nonetheless. Wandering further in, the sound of water trickling made him twitch fin-like ears. The mares hugged on him while they traveled, the hippie plucking a bloated tomato from the vine and noisily munching on it. He squeezed their plush, swaying bottoms, his spaded tail swishing about.

A small burp escaped Hugs. “Eating for two,” she said apologetically wiping her lips.

“Nah, don't worry about it. We can all be ourselves here,” he reminded tired of all the decorum. “Let it all hang out, okay?”

“Speaking of which...” Fluttershy unstrung his loin cloth, a well-hung pair of twin dragonhoods drooping free. The pink members were covered in fleshy barbs to stimulate females and allow their cervices to open further, accepting his sperm. He'd heard about crueler dragons developing weaponized cocks, but his was built solely to pleasure his herd of females.

Further in a number of his mates were swimming in a carefree manner, the pristine waters sparkling and running from a waterfall that constantly recycled itself from a fissure in the stonework. Rarity was bathing Sweetie Belle, who'd blossomed into a beautiful woman, equally well-sculpted. They'd been two of the first to join his herd, both enjoying the comforts it provided. Soap suds trailed down their supple, alabaster shapes, the sisters taking comfort in one-another.

Autumn Blaze, the sole Kirin confirmed still alive, splashed with titters, her curls soggy and sticking to her back. Despite the potential extinction of her species she always tried to maintain her cheer, for the sake of others and her own.

There were a number of other mares further in, most of them formerly civilians, until they'd been forcibly dragged into this war by the Eldritch. But since many of them weren't destined by their cutie marks which adorned their flanks to become warriors, there was little choice but to join the breeders. He was particularly delicate with them, knowing many felt they had no other options. They were honored by being the broodmares of the Dragon Lord, allowed to otherwise laze away in this Eden.

“Welcome home, darling! Come, let us rub the kinks from those tired muscles!” Liquids sloshed when she and Sweetie swam up, and he knelt, allowing them to embrace and nuzzle him. “Tell me, is it time to partake in the ritual orgy?”

“Ah, yes. About.” He chuckled nervously, hopeful he could keep up with all them. Sadly he could only take two of them at a time, and always felt the disappointment of the others, no matter who he chose. He'd use his tongue, claws, tail, and even the smaller claw-like bits on his wings to try and satisfy them, but it hardly compared to taking his dual cocks!

Abandoning the pool, they collected around him, more arriving when Ember sounded a horn that echoed throughout. Plants started to emit a pink haze, building the natural lusts of all who inhaled it, his dicks soon fully erect and dripping. Not a pussy was left dry, winking when their musk filled his flared nostrils. Sunset made her rounds, touching each mare, eyes flashing white as she used her now empathic touch to be assured all of them wished this from the bottom of their hearts.

Those who didn't want to participate were politely dismissed for the night, but that was a rather rare occurrence, usually impregnated or sick mares. Ember and Smolder never missed these opportunities, trying to prove drakes made better mates than mares ever could. “We can take much rougher sex for one thing,” reminded Smolder with a coy smirk. “Wanna cut loose?”

“No, us!” Sweetie tried to hip-check her, bouncing aside ineffectively. She pouted. Her voice cracked, “It's not fair~!”

“Now, now, Sweetie dear,” called Rarity who pursed her lips, trying to hide her own imminent disappointment.

“You know we could always use another,” offered Hugs with a crooked smile. His claws encircled one of her pendulous tits, and the almost impossibly large Shy's, whose extremely wide pepperoni nipples were inverted, peeking out as he caressed one with a digit. The two knocked up mares leaked a trickle of milk when he mashed their jugs, which his elongated tongue lapped up.

Those who bothered to wear anything, like Twilight and Sunset, were stripping down, bearing themselves to him, knowing that whoever he chose would temporarily be elevated above the rest. He didn't allow open hostility between his herd, reminding them they were supposed to support each other and thus their society, but he knew some of them would inevitably harbor resentment.

Yet a Dragon Lord needed to be decisive! “Sunset, Twilight.” He beckoned them over. The alicorn beamed, wanting to be praised and to please, their relationship having shifted since Celestia and Luna were lost. Sunset forced a sad smile, walking hand-in-hand with her peer; he had to make love with her so often, or else public outcry would force him to reject her from the herd, and at least with this pairing she'd be mated with the one closest to her. “The rest of you, feel free to indulge yourselves!”

“Should we do it how you usually like?” Sunset lowered herself to all fours, like some wild animal ready to be rutted, her sexholes presented to him. Twilight quickly fell into step, swinging a leg over her friend and straddling her.

Guilt ate at him when he studied the prizes on display, almost overwhelmed by sheer lust. They were both soaking and winking, inhaling more of the pink fog, but while Twi was shaking her rump eagerly, the corner of Sunset's eyes beaded with tears.

“I'd kinda like to see your faces today.” Tenderly he readjusted them, softly crushing Sunset to his chest, and stroking her fiery locks. “Tell me what I can do to make it better,” he whispered kissing her tears away.

“It's...it's nothing to do with you,” she murmured. “All I can think about is what I've lost.”

Twilight kissed her neck. “We're here for you. I used to struggle, too. I still do, sometimes. We've all lost so much. But-”

“Yes, I know. I should focus on what we still have,” finished Sunset who placed a palm on his muscles. “Well, we can't just lay around talking or others will get suspicious. They expect us to lead the show, so we better give them what they want.” Using a couple of fingers, she parted her vulva, and Twi did the same, directing his cocks inside them. They hissed, taking his lengths.

He started slow, but he also knew the onlookers would expect him to take them roughly like a true Dragon Lord eventually; Ember and Smolder often stressed this, knowing their dragoness bodies could more easily take whatever punishment he dished out, trying to assure their place as he wore out the mares and often left them pleasantly sore for days at a time.

Of course there were also risks when he surrendered to that more bestial state. He bulked up even more, eyes turning to slits, primordial growls escaping which started from his belly and shook the area. His jaws slavered over them, razor-teeth bared, nostrils fuming with dark clouds, revealing the ancient and proud creature he'd inevitably develop into over the centuries.

It was a reminder that while ponies had tried to tame him, he was still a predator at heart, and they were prey. Lesser creatures would have ran screaming in terror when his claws kneaded them. But they all trusted him, even when his mind went numb.

Violently he started to impale them. They quivered and rocked about, pulled onto his spears again-and-again, while those not picked chose their own partner or partners, the Pleasure Gardens living up to their name as the ritual orgies ensued.

Hugs and Shy scissored each other, pressing a tit to their lover's mouth, suckling their lover hungrily, until milk stained their lips and ran down their chins. Ember groped Smolder from behind, sinking digits into her blazing hot twat. Autumn Blaze sloppily ate out Rarity, the Kirin's mouth slathered in pussy juices, while she in turn was eaten by Sweetie Belle.

Other mares did much the same, writhing in the foliage. Not only were they loosed to enjoy themselves, but they served as performers, entertaining their Dragon Lord to help him better breed his chosen prey of the night. Veins were visible across his tautly-stretched musculature, the face of his mates twisted in rapture, burning bright and slathering his groin in their releases.

“Give it to me, S-Spike~!” Twi lost all sense of shame in these moments of bliss, completely submissive to him.

“We're yours to use as you please,” said Sunset. She and the alicorn were the only ones here who could craft contraceptive potions, and with their talents on the fields, they couldn't afford to be impregnated yet.

Grunts whistled between his teeth when he slammed so hard, he broke the barriers to their cervices, making them cry out, thankful they'd prepared a spell to temporarily make their insides even more stretchy and slippery to take him. They were wrapping around him, nails clawing into his scales, biting him between whinnies and whimpers.

All his sensitivity and caution were stripped away, leaving him a rutting animal. His testicles burned, his wings unfurled, and he painted the the slimy walls of their contracting cores, stretching their stomachs wide like they'd been knocked up when he unleashed steady torrents. Their bosoms heaved, rendered a pair of limp, ragged messes still skewered on his dicks.

Ember sounded the horn anew to announce the ritual's end. Sanity returned to Spike, who caressed the sweaty tresses of his panting mares. “You both did well, like always. I'm proud.” He kissed their temples.

Around him the mares were returning to the pool, cleaning themselves, or laying about in one-another's arms, wallowing in their afterglow.

The time for recreation was over for him. He had another mission to plan.

The wind howled. Much of Equestria was now a harsh, endless desert. The sun and moon were both suspended overhead. Sombra was allowed to handpick his team, naturally choosing Fleur due to her warrior'l status, Trixie for her support magic in case they needed to make a quick escape, and the swift flier Inky to scout ahead, rounding out his team with the best reserves available; Diamond Tiara, Somnambula, Octavia, Vinyl Scratch, and Limestone, last survivor of the Pie sisters.

Not all of them were natural fighters, but had taken up arms anyhow, volunteering to aid a dying world. A small party would allow them to move about quickly and stealthily. Fancy warned them if they failed it could mean their clan was doomed, but Sombra refused to even entertain such an idea. He'd sooner perish than ever be shown up again!

Garbed in heavy cloaks, they made their way through a dust storm, drinking from the canteens hung at their hips when necessary.

“If the Eldritch catch us flatfooted out here we'll be skinned alive,” said Limestone in a scratchy voice. She was dressed in form-fitted, military-styled attire, her tall and sturdy shape lined in small, well-developed muscles.

“That will not happen,” assured Somnambula who almost purred the words. In contrast she dressed like an exotic priestess, heavy breasts wrapped by a see-through top, her wrap-around skirt also transparent. Her eyelids were colored, and like Inky she wore an ankh on her bosom. “The spirits watch over us. I can feel their presence, even now.”

“Bullshit,” muttered Diamond Tiara also inaudibly. In truth she'd mostly come to make herself look more useful; she didn't want the life of being a breeder, despite how easy it would be. Spoiled as she was, she still had her pride.

While the priestess chose such an outfit because she believed it honored the spirits, in contrast she dressed in an unsuitable manner simply because she liked it. She wore a midriff-bearing blouse, a pleated skirt, and the best choice she'd made for rough travel, a pair of boots.

“Your ignorance does you no favors,” snapped Somnambula.

“Look around you! If there were any spirits, they're already dead! Well, you know what I mean!” She stomped the dirt, kicking dust about. “I'm not sure how magic still functions at all, what with the Elements of Harmony destroyed and-”

“No reason to get riled up,” said Limestone who swatted her rump hard. “Shut up and put those soft flanks to work!”

“Ouch!” Diamond rubbed her buttcheeks, wishing she'd worn more over them, as the thin skirt provided scant protection. Not to mention she was wearing a lacy black thong below! She grumbled but didn't dare antagonize the hard-working miner.

“Quiet, all of you.” It was the first time Fleur had spoken during the entire trip. Whenever she caught Sombra's eye, she'd stare at him blankly, trying to remain neutral while she carried out her task. But sometimes he'd catch her fondling her spear, like she debated plunging it into his back when it was turned. Of course, killing their mightiest ally would be suicidal.

Vinyl Scratch stopped her humming. Dressed casually in a shirt and pants, her eyes were hidden like usual under her futuristic shades, the one bit of style she refused to abandon under any circumstance. Rendered mute ever since she'd witnessed a massacre by the Eldritch, she'd learned to communicate by little sounds her lips made, and the way she danced, to a constant beat in her head.

Lastly came Octavia, who like Fancy chose to dress sharply even now, her tall and slender form trapped below a slick black suit with a bow tie around her neck. If she was burning up, she didn't dare show it, sticking close to her life partner the DJ. “Wait a moment,” she breathed breaking the silence. “Is that...?” She nodded at the lone figure that approached.

Inky touched down, wings pressed to her back when she gracefully skidded to a halt. “We'd better hurry. Looks like the Eldritch have already reduced a lot of their prisoners to spare parts.” She shook her head solemnly.

“Bastards!” Octavia made a fist. “I swear, someday those butchers-”

Sombra dismissively waved her to be silent. Normally she wouldn't stand for such treatment, but knowing time was of the essence, she hushed herself. “We'll split into two teams. One will stage a diversion, should it prove necessary, while the other liberates those captured. Naturally, I'll lead the second group. Fleur, Limestone, Inky, you're with me. Octavia shall lead the rest of the rabble.”

"What!?" Trixie snapped. "What about me? My skills-"

"-are best suited for cover," he interrupted, glaring at her. "Use smoke bombs, illusions, rockets, whatever you've got hidden up your sleeves should you see any sign of trouble. All of it will do nicely to cause some chaos." He smiled wickedly as he looked onward. "Those abominations won't know what hit them."

Honestly, he just needed his two best soldiers to support him. Despite her skills as a flier and scout, he mostly included Inky just to play with her; not that she minded given her small whimpers and groans while he molested her entirety below her cloak.

The others looked on with disgust or pretended not to notice, but none dared contradict him. Fancy had ordered them to obey unless he betrayed them, took advantage, or otherwise seemed willing to needlessly sacrifice them, but Inky did this of her own volition and so they weren't inclined to step in. She smiled at the onlookers, her thick lashes batted as she smirked.

A short trek later and the camp loomed into view. From the distance it didn't seem particularly special, but when they neared it, the stripped and crucified bodies of ponies materialized from the sand clouds, some already skinned alive and left to bleach under the baking sun.

Diamond Tiara covered her mouth, vomiting at the sight. It was uncertain whether they were left as a warning, to intimidate their enemies, or simply a twisted form of decoration, but it chilled them to the marrow.

No sentries were visible at the moment. Structures were carved from the skeletons of great beasts which once stalked the land, shaped into morbid dome-like enclosures. Other than the shrill, low banshee-like scream of the wind, all was quiet.

The teams divided. Inky darted ahead, looked around, and then waved Sombra, Fleur, and Limestone to follow. They took shelter around the grotesque buildings, which seemed to pulse and breathe, apparently powered by blood which was spilled and smeared into them. He pondered if they were scientists of a sort, and Equestria was simply their latest experiment.

Cracks lined the scarred soil wherever they traveled. After several minutes they came upon what Inky had spotted, an underground pit, almost like a black abyss save for the sun's rays which peeked inside through the rows of bones used to seal the sole escape route.

“Sturdy,” noted Limestone in a raspy whisper when she squeezed one. “But not unbreakable if you know the secret.” She felt along until she found a weak point, strained her arm muscles with a grunt, and snapped it apart.

“Well done,” noted Fleur. “Shall we proceed?”

Sombra nodded with bemusement, thankful Fancy's cow hadn't been completely cowed. He respected her as a fellow warrior, at least. And should her husband meet a tragic end, he wouldn't mind adding her to his harem. Certainly she'd never go quietly, let-alone willingly, but he relished the challenge, an opportunity to tame that stuck up vixen with his instrument!

Collectively the party descended into the pit. Half-eaten carcasses were scattered in the gloom, crawling with worms and vermin, some bloated and surrounded by buzzing flies and gnats. For whatever reason some of the captives were left here to simply rot it appeared. Their soft steps crunched in the dirt. He took the lead, moving inwards, his heart racing.

But he would never dare show weakness in the heat of battle. It's how he'd ruled the Crystal Empire with an iron fist. His silver armor gleamed from the stray sunlight even in this bleakness, his crown partially hidden below a hood. His hand went to his sheathed sword, fingering the hilt, seeing a number of strung up captives ahead. With a closer look, he instantly recognized one of them...and a smug smirk split his face.

“Well, well! Isn't this ironic!” He laughed. Never before did he imagine to see Shining Armor, arms raised by chains while he hung loosely, stripped nude and his muscles covered in lashes. Weakly, he stirred at their approach. “And to think! I thought you had lost yourselves when the Eldritch invaded,” the former tyrant mused. “A shame that it appears only you are here. Cadance would have made a strong addition to our forces...not to mention a suitable prize~. Hell, I would have taken the your dear little Flurry Heart, if she ever came to age! And yet, I'm-- Huh?”

His gloating was paused upon seeing another prisoner; this one a well-shaped unicorn with platinum hair tinged by a shade of violet to match her eyes and skin. “Trixie?! What are you doing here!? I thought I told you to... wait...” He cupped a palm around her face and squeezed it, getting a better look of her.

Despite her tear-stricken face, she stared back defiantly with a fiery glare; though she was just barely able to suck in a full breath. While the resemblance was uncanny, this was not the infamous magician.

"Hmm... A relative of sorts perhaps? I didn't think Trixie would have any..." He muttered to himself with narrowed eyes before addressing her directly. "Why don't you tell me who you are, my dear?"

“St-stay away from her,” warned Shining.

"Be silent, worm!" Sombra growled at him. "You are in no position to tell me what to do." With that out of the way, he resumed inspecting this suspicious captive. He arched an eyebrow upon reaching to feel up her breasts, making her bite her lip to avoid saying anything. Whatever the relation, she was blessed with a bountiful pair of cow udders, much like the blue unicorn.

“The rest of you, check for any survivors!” Inky obeyed and, after a moment's hesitation, Fleur and Limestone reluctantly followed. This left the dark unicorn with his former arch enemy and this strange new asset.

After he was done 'inspecting' her, he turned his attention back to the glaring Shining Armor. He returned his frown as he let out a sigh.

"Well now. This is a rather interesting turn of events. Seems that both your fates rest in my hands." He mused, his signature smug grin returning. "Mmm, now the question is; do I let you rot here and leave you to whatever plans the Eldritch might have for you. Or do I show mercy and rescue you; securing you to my ranks. Though I'm certain you of all ponies wouldn't be willing to follow my command. You'd probably fight me for leadership, gather our allies and force me out to fend for myself. But given the current shape you're in, I highly doubt you have much chance in beating me."

As he pondered back and forth between the two of the, Shining did his best not to lash out with the boiling hatred he had for the dark unicorn. For as much as he disliked Sombra, he was the only one with power to save him and his companion.

"Tell you what, Shining Armor. If you swear to me; swear to serve me and fight by my side and proclaim me your king, I'll let you and your friend here join us. Together, you and I have a much stronger chance in saving our kind. Think about it, you'll have plenty of mares looking to you for support and love through these harsh times. And who knows! We may even find your sister-"

"T-Twily..." He whimpered.

"Yes.... So let us put our history behind us and start anew. All you need to do is submit to me and follow my lead. And when this is all over, you and I can go our separate ways, and never see each other again. Unless you're comfortable being locked up like this for who knows whatever experiment they'll test on you. Your choice, Shining. What shall it be?"