The Lord of Ragnarok

Chapter 13: Hail to the King Baby

Lord Sombra the Magnificent Quarters - The Day of Sombra's Resurrection - L0rd0f7hund3r's P.O.V.

Mannalus had told James and I that he was going to try and bring back Sombra. I don't know how he was going to do it, considering that he was turned to ash, but he assured us both it was possible. Risky, yes; dangerous to both, also yes. He had to try, he told us, so we waited for the end result, I wandered towards Sombra's room in the dormitory. Hehe, saying it like that, it kinda makes this place like a boarding school. Still haven't gotten my Hogwarts letter, yet…

When I do get down to Sombra's room, the door is open and someone is inside. A paranoid part of me wanted to assume that we were being spied upon. But, as Soup from Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels once said, "Assumption is the brother of all fuck ups." It's actually "mother of all fuck ups," but the failed recitation was played up for comedy. So I go and look.

A mare, bearing the mark of Sombra and looking very pudgy, or very pregnant, is the room, sorting through some of Sombra's gear. Who in all the Hells is this? I wondered. Probably best just to ask.

"Excuse me," I said, startling the poor mare, "oh, yeah, sorry about that. Self taught ninja training; I tend to sneak up on everyone. I'm L0rd0f7hund3r. I can help with anything."

"Oh," the mare said as she sat down heavily on Sombra's bed, "I'm so sorry. I- I hadn't been introduced to you personally, although my husband spoke of you often."

"You knew Sombra?" I asked.

"Yes, I know him," she said, rubbing her abdomen, "he used to say that we knew each other in a biblical sense, though I don't know what that means."

"Ah," I begin, "yeah, that's Sombra alright. Injecting obscure references from The Outside. Would you like to know the meaning of that phrase?"

"That would be helpful," the mare said.

"It means being- physically intimate with someone. Or somepony, in this case. How far along are you?"

"Oh, about seven months," the mare said, "oh my, I have forgotten my manners. Timidus, of the tribe of Sombra."

"Timidus?" I wondered, and now looking at the mare, I think I can see what, and why, Sombra may have hooked up with her. (Considering the biblical reference before.)

"Yes, uh, I have never been what one would call a brave pony," Timidus explains, "in fact, the bravest I ever did was approach Sombra for a date. Can you believe that?"

"Actually, I can," I answer, "D- Sombra can be quite intimidating at first glance."

"Aye, but deep down, he's a big ole softie!" Timidus exclaimed.

"Don't I know it," I said, beaming, as I touched the Go Fish plushie that was Dave's pride and joy.

"Still, I wonder," Timidus began, "was I some- I don't know, a backup choice? A rebound fling?"

Confused, I ask, "How do you mean?"

"I found this on his bookshelf," Timidus said, as she drew a battered book from her lap (which I had hardly noticed. Good jyob, artist.) She hadn't the book to me, which given the pages I could see, appeared to be a photo album. I opened it to a well worn page and then I felt my blood boiling. On the page, and opposite, were fan art rendition of Sombra (anthropomorphized variant,) and Fluttershy doing the horizontal mambo. So this is where he catalogued all those pics. Sunovabitch…

"I see," I began, "you found his fan art repository."

Confused, Timidus asked, "Fan- art- repository?"

Sighing, I set the book down (with images of Fluttershy getting eaten out by King Sombra flashing in my head,) and stated, "These- images? They come from The Outside. They depict a version of your mate that doesn't really exist. As for the rendering of he with Ms. Fluttershy? Not a thing that actually happened. You don't have to take my for it, though. Ask Fluttershy, or better still, ask Applejack. Applejack is incapable of lying, so you know she will tell you Maker's honesty. Besides, uh, I'm pretty sure that Lord LightningSword and Fluttershy are an item now; I don't see your mate-."

"You don't see me doing what?" came a chilling voice.

"Sombra!" Timidus shouted, flinging herself off the bed with surprising speed (for a mare with foal, that is,) and threw herself in the embrace of Sombra the Magnificent himself.

"Maker fuck me raw and hard!" I exclaimed, "Dave, man, shit! You're back! How are you doing man?"

My hand was outstretched for a handshake (and even in the strong embrace of a pregnant mare, Sombra/Dave could have easily taken it,) but instead, he seemed to stare at it. Almost as if it was beneath him to do so.

"L0rd0f7hund3r," he said, and it felt like the temp in the room dropped twenty degrees, "what are you doing pawing at my possessions? And being familiar with my Queen?"

"Dude?" I said so eloquently, "I didn't know you were here and and picked up a waifu. She and I were just chatting, nothing more. Man, I ain't one to cock block. 'Bros before hos,' you know."

"No, I do not know," Sombra said coldly. I was beginning to get the feeling that Dave hadn't come back with all his marbles.

"My Love?" Timidus asked, clearly nonplussed as to what was going on.

"We will speak of this later," Sombra replied, even colder than he did to me, "but first, I must question this peasant as to why he feels obligated to enter my royal quarters or to place his filthy hooves upon my possessions!"

"Slow your roll, boyo," I growled, "I am not a thief. Many things I have been, and a few of those I choose not to speak about, but thief is not one of them."

"Or a philander?" Sombra asked.

"Dafuq? Dude, really, I don't know where all this is coming from but Objection: Stating Facts Without Evidence."

"My Love," Timidus squeaked, looking very visibly afraid, "what is wrong? You don't- sem yourself?"

"I don't- seem myself, do I, MY LOVE?" Sombra roared, "I come back to this plane of existence, only to find this peasant attempting to seduce My Queen- whilst in my Royal Quarters. TELL ME THIS IS NOT SOME COINCIDENCE OR HAPPENSTANCE, MY LOVE."

"Sombra, no, stop, you must stop," Timidus quavered, "you're scaring me…"

"SCARED, LITTLE MARE?! I WILL SHOW YOU SCARED! YOU WILL FULL THE FULL BREADTH OF MY WRATH AS SOON AS I-"

At was at this point I socked Dave in his stupid face. He went down hard, a sack of potatoes with good hair. He didn't stay down long, as he returned to his feet almost instantly- only for me to slam him into the wall, sending tchokis and brick-a-brack tumbling from the shelf I just broke. Now, nominally, Dave isn't this much of a push over. I've seen him take down ogres over sixteen stone in weight and take nary a scratch. That was in Ragnorak, though, and now it seems we're in Tulum, like an actual planet of that name. Also, James and I were warned that Dave would be severely weakened after his resurrection. He needed days of recovery to get him back to 100%. That fact actually favored me in this moment.

"Dave? DAVE! SNAP OUTTA IT!" I yelled.

"YOU HAVE SULLIED ME FOR THE LAST TIME, PEASANT!" Sombra roared, "I SHALL BE THE END OF YOU!"

"If Carla were here," I bellowed, "she would be very disappointed in you right now!"

That gave Sombra pause, like it switched on something inside his psyche.

"C-carla?"

"Yeah, you remember her, right?" I asked, "That's why you started playing Ragnorak, as a means to combat your grief, right? And you promised her, didn't you?"

"Promised?" Sombra said, because I was sure this was starting to get through to him, somehow.

"What?" Timidus asked, looking between us with utter bewilderment, "Who is this Calra, My Love? What did you promise?"

"IT IS NOT YOURS TO QUESTION YOUR KING-" Sombra started before I threw an elbow in his jaw, which silenced him.

"Carla-" I began, "we Lords of The Temple of Celestia Sol… We had, or still have, ties to The Outside. I have a younger sister and two younger brothers. Lord LightningSword has a family, to whom he's estranged from. Chr- Lord Mannalus was once engaged and has a daughter, though he hasn't seen or spoken to her in years. Lord Sombra? He was married once."

Timidus was on the verge of tears, but instead of running upon hearing that revelation, she stayed rooted to the spot. I'm sure she wanted to know more; I was going to give it to her. She deserved to know.

"Your Lord Sombra, at one time, used to be deep into drink," I explained, "he and his wife, Carla, well they had plenty of troubles because of that- YOU STAY BLOODY STILL, ASSHOLE! Sorry. Anyway, one night, D- Lord Sombra is in his cups again. They were at a social gathering, so I was told, and Carla tried to get them a cab because Lord Sombra was not in any condition to drive.

"Well, there was a row. She insisted that they take a ride from someone and Sombra insists he's sober enough to drive. This culminates in a shouting match, which Carla loses. They get in the- the carriage, and off they go. Straight into an accident, actually, a bad one. The carriage is a wreck and Sombra is lucky to be alive.

"Not so lucky for Carla. She's dying, and any chance for a- doctor or a nurse is too long for how much time she has left. She makes Sombra promise two things, as she lays there breathing her last and he's being three magnitudes of sorrow. She makes him vow to never touch the drink again. And- and she tells him to find someone or something that will make him happy, but never go back to the bottle. She dies seconds before any help can arrive. Like anyone else, he grieves, for a while. So, what does Sombra do after? He gives up the alcohol, quits his stressful job, starts volunteering, finds someplace where the work isn't set out to kill him or drive him back to drink, he makes a friend in Lord LightningSword, who eventually introduced to him Our Guild. And he finds just the right place to escape from The Outside, and actually takes some pride in himself. That's what was promised."

"My word," Timidus says, as she looks now to her mate, who has quieted down some, "Is this true? My Love?"

"It- it's true," Dave says, in a very small voice, "I got her killed. I- I- haven't touched a bottle or looked at one, even at- at the Market, in nearly a decade. That's why- I knew so much, from before, I- I only ever wanted to make you proud, in me. I'm so- I'm so sorry!"

"SOMBRA!" came a shout and Mannalus rounds on us in Dave's room.

"It seems my search is over," Chris says.

"Eeyup," I retort, "Da- Sombra is in a bad way. He's good, for now, but I think he may start to relapse. Didn't you say he'd be in rough condition once he came back?"

"I did," Mannalus states, "Lord Sombra, it is good that you are back in your right mind-"

"I'm trying," Dave cries, "I need- I need help! Please, Chris, I need-"

"Say no more," Mannalus states, "Timidus, could you accompany Sir 7hund3r and myself back to the conference room? I think we have much to discuss."

The Next Day

So, after getting Sombra situated in an isolation chamber, with Timidus close by, James, myself and Chris discussed some new protocols. Things that were to be in play should any of us buy the farm. Twilight, one of Mannalus' brides, had the skill to pull of the resurrection spell Chris used on Dave, but the results of that- experiment showed us two things: One, we can and will die here, pending some deus ex machina intervention and Two, the resurrection spell has consequences beyond a weakened caster and severely weakened subject. Chris explained that when he brough Dave's soul back, it had attached itself, permanently, to the ideal Sombra that he roleplayed as. Seeing as James, myself and Chris rp'd original characters, we may not face that dilemma, but other's of our guild, if they followed us here, may. So we decided on a series of responsibilities we would enact upon if such a calamity happened to one of the others.

That took us well into the night, even with Virth supplying us with a regular serving of coffee. It was all hashed out, though, by two in the morning, local time and we all hit the sack thereafter. At the moment, James and I are hanging out, chilling at the Temple's entrance and having- let's say it's a spirited debate. (Don't ant anybody getting a bad idea here.) We were only settling our, ahem, debate when we hear the following.

"WHASSUP, BITCHES?!"

Mannalus had joined us for some fresh air, along with Twilight and Solar Flare; they caught the noise as soon as we did.

"Can it be?"

Appearing through the wooded lane that ead to Oppidium and all points beyond was the one person/pony I hadn't expected to make it. Wearing fishnet stockings, a tight body suit, a magicians jacket (the ones with the flared tails in the back,) a sorcerer's hat, a horn proudly poking out from above the brim, and the gaudiest sunglasses known to man, beast, or Equis, came-

"WHAT UP, LOSERS! THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIEISAGODDESS HAS RETURNED!"

"Trixie?" Mannalus asked.

"THAT IS RIGHT, MOTHERFUCKERS! NOW GET ON OVER AND GIVE ME HUGS!"

Mannalus and Lightning went immediately over and applied such close contact activity. Trixie basked in it all, but then noticed me sitting where I had been before. She beckoned me over with a hand and a tilt of her head.

"No offense, Trixie," 7hund3r stated, "but I ain't huggin' ya."

I took notice of what was beside her after a few moments. He didn't look malnourished, and at some time Trixie had begun the process of using some transformation magic. He had been human, I suppose, originally, but now he seemed to be almost a mix of human and some kind of dog. The man, for lack of a better word, stood, only to receive a light rap on the back of the head.

"Did I give you permission to stand?"

"N...no," he whimpered.

"No, what?"

"No mistress Trixieisagoddess, this lowly pet did not ask for permission, please forgive and punish me."

I shook my head as I watched this shit, "Ummmm, Trixie, what the fuck?"

She looked toward me with a bright smile, "This is my loyal pet Reginald, isn't that right?"

He nodded, back in a crawling position, which I noticed that his tail wasn't a tail as much as it was a plug designed to look like a tail that was inserted into his… Yeah, I wasn't going to look at that anymore.

"Seriously, what the fuck is this?"

I gestured toward the changed human.

She lowered her glasses, "Reginald here was some part of something called the Sanctus Theocracy, and I caught him, and his men, doing unspeakable things to a poor dark elf. Naturally, I wasn't going to let that stand. So, I took care of his men, and Reginald here begged me for his life. He even agreed to become my pet. So, I've made him into a loyal dog."

I shook my head, "Trixie, that's fucked up."

She grinned, "Please, it isn't like you didn't want a great and powerful visit before from Mistress Trixie, right lover?"

She laughed when I rolled my eyes, "Didn't happen then, not happening now."

She grinned, walked past me, with the company of the others, and gave me a playful slap with her tail. I rolled my eyes again. Although it was good to know that she was still alive. What we were going to do with her pet I had no idea. As she made her way with the others I heard a voice I hadn't heard before. The cry was almost overwhelming orgasmic and joyful. I looked toward the steps of the Temple to see a light purple Equis running out. Her purple with a cyan stripe mane flowed out of the tight ponytail she wore, and of course her black corset was toppless, allowing her breasts to bounce with each running step. Her knee high boots allowed the sight of her lacy black stockings and lacy panties to be seen by all.

"Mistress Trixieisagoddess! I've missed you!" she cried before she kissed Trixie deeply.

Trixie smiled at her, "Starlight, I've missed you, too, and I've brought a pet for you to play with. Remember the game we played?"

Starlight nodded vigorously, "Yes, I remember it, do you want me to allow him to do that?" she asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

Trixie grinned, "No, my sweet Starlight, I want you to do it to him. Continuously, for a couple of hours."

I watched as Starlight's normally demure smile became slightly sadistic, "Of course, but will you play with me as well?"

She gently patted Starlight's head, "Naturally I will. I love my sweet little Starlight."

I watched that, and shook my head. Sure, Trixie had a right to her kinks just like the rest of us, but seeing a submissive Starlight Glimmer reminded me of just how much at home she obviously was in this world. She had been like this in Ragnarok as well, but regardless she was a loyal friend, a damn good dark paladin, and someone who wasn't afraid to be herself. We walked into the temple, and I could see Trixie greeting each and everyone of the NPCs as she neared them. Of course she took special delight in talking to Stephine. The vampire practically fawned over her, gushing with abandon about having the Great, and Powerful, Trixieisagoddess return to the temple. I couldn't blame her. Trixie had made her, and had put a lot of time into her creation. As far as vampires went Stephine was actually pretty powerful. It was just kind of odd how her other suit of clothes was a sort of japanese school girl/magic girl suit of clothes. Something she would occasionally wear around the temple. I had a feeling that it would be wore more often now that Trixie had returned.

Temple of Celestia Sol - Trixieisagoddess' Room - Trixieisagoddess P.O.V.

I walked into the room to see it much to how I had left it in the game. The Alicorn Amulet, something I had created with Mannulus' help, was still there. I could have used it, about six times over, when I was traveling. I looked at it on the bust designed to look like my avatar, well I supposed it looked like me now. Looking from there I saw the king sized bed, my closet and wardrobe. The closet had my other changes of clothes, things I had grinded to make in Ragnarok. A dress that showed amble leg and cleavage, and was designed around Jessica Rabbit's dress. Some comfortable pants and shirts, of course a more traditional Wizard robe, and my shoes.

God I missed my shoes. All of them modeled after the shoes I wore IRL. All of them garish things, but then when I went from being Tyrone to Tiffany, well I wanted to live out loud. That was something else I had left on my avatar, creating a hermaphrodite character, although I just referred to her, I guess me now, as a futa female. Looking over at Starlight I could see her tying down Reginald. Normally, I would be so against this. Hell, in the outside, I guess that was the best word, I was strongly against the philosophy of an eye for an eye. But here, in this world, I couldn't just stand by. I had power, more than just a voice, and I could use it to do some good. Maybe making Reginald into a slave, and more or less a fucktoy was wrong.

But then as far as the new me was concerned he gave up his freedom the moment he and his men raped that dark elf. The moment they tried to cut off her ears, when they busted out her teeth so she couldn't bite down on them. They gave up every right to their lives. The fact he drew breath was more mercy than he deserved. At least that's how I felt now. I saw Starlight walk over to the wardrobe, open it, and there was the harnesses, dildos, and all of the other wonderful straps, blindfolds, and fantastic BS&M gear I grinded to make.

I was surprised that Ragnarok allowed me to make it, although it took a long time to get it correct. Each item I had to tweak and modify until it matched the purpose it was supposed to. Starlight took a harness, inserted the toy I called a Bumbler, and then fit it onto herself. She walked behind Reginald, her eyes had a sadistic glimmer to them, and she slapped his ass.

"Mistress, do you wish for me to begin?"

I smiled, "Of course Starlight. He's your toy now. Just be careful not to break him outright. It's rude to destroy something completely that has been given to you."

She grinned, somewhat predatorily, "Oh, I won't ruin him completely. I only want to show him what you've shown me."

With that she pushed the overly large tip toward his one truly presented orifice, and pressed forward. I watched her, so lost in the moment, and I realized that Starlight was a perfect representation of where I had been when I created her. She was a sub, something I learned that I wasn't, but more than that she was open with her sexuality, willing to express herself at every turn. I still loved to express myself, but I had learned to keep it with those who accepted them. Starlight was fearless in her own way, and that was how I was. It was how I wanted to be again.

Crumbling Manor - A three days walk from the Border of the Barbarus Empire - Bandit's P.O.V.

Shit! Shit! What in the seven hells is she?!

I ran, trying to get away from the insane Equis mare. She was orange, her hair colored like fried bacon, and to be honest she was quite fetching. Add to the fact of her strange color pallet was the proof that she was obviously a magic user. The horn on her head gave that away, too. I didn't expect her to put up a real fight though. She was completely nude, wandering around inside of this collapsing manor. She was practically begging for us to abduct her and sell her to the highest bidder! Instead she had just killed five of my men, her magic turning their weapons on themselves. And singing! She was singing while she was doing it! I held my sword, a magic weapon I had taken from some piss poor guard. It could channel the owner's own magical energy into wind like energy. I've used it to slash doors apart from a distance, and I was hoping that I could get one good hit on her.

Oh, they shoulda just sent the whiskey

When they saw the trouble coming,

Oh, they shoulda just sent the whiskey!

Then they wouldn't be a-runnin!

"OHGODSMYBALLS!"

I stood there, shivering. That was Brutus, and she just… Oh GODS! She stepped into the room, an old bottle of some liquor floating by her. In her hand was a long fire drakes claw, and behind her was about all of their weapons. I most certainly didn't scream like a little girl, and I didn't piss myself.

She neared me, sashaying her hips, a drunken smile on her lips.

Times are tough and things are bad

So why be dumb and risky?

When you see the trouble come,

Ya better just send the Whiskey!

Now I hear wine is fine, it makes ya feel so Frisky!

I looked at this dunk Equis swishing the bottle, slashing the fire drake claw in front of her, and singing like a demon mare in heat. The only obvious answer was to jump for it. I did, and I fell through the floor and onto the solid floor on the bottom. The loud cracking sound was my legs as they broke. I cried out, and I saw her carrying Brutus in her magic. The large half giant was holding his groin, crying.

"Gotta say, I'ma damned sorry I did that you there sport," she slurred as she sat him down, "But you can't come thinking that you can jump some mare on her own. You might get a good old fashion ass whoopin'."

She looked to me, and floated me the bottle, "Here you go champ, take a swig of it. Should dull the pain. It ain't whiskey, but it's close. Now, I'ma gonna take your stuff, cause I bet ya fair and square, and I'ma gonna go to the temple. You two take care."

"Who… . Who are you?" I whimpered.

She grinned and looked at me, "My friends call me Clopmaniac, pleased to meet your acquaintance. Now, Sport, you take care of yourself. And thanks for the loot."