Queen Sombra really, really, really doesn't get diplomacy
The Crystal Empire has fallen. Violent civil war rages within its borders. The Crystal Empress is dead, and in her place is the brutal and militant dictator, Queen Sombra
Princess Celestia, in a last-ditch effort to avoid going to war with a country that had once been one of Equestria's closest allies, sends a diplomat to negotiate a treaty of non-violence between the two nations. Fresh from successful peace negotiations with the Griffon Empire, Attache is confident that he can prevent the bloodshed from spreading to Equestrian soil. And hey, Queen Sombra isn't exactly hard to look at, either. And for someone with such a large reputation for brutal and indiscriminate violence, she seems to be awfully polite and hospitable. Negotiations should go swimmingly.
Spoiler alert: Negotiations are not going to go swimmingly.
WARNING! CONTAINS RULE 63 SOMBRA, FEMDOM, HYPNOSIS, MIND CONTROL, MIND BREAK, GENDER TRANSFORMATION AND PROBABLY A BUNCH OF OTHER WEIRD STUFF
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The first thing Attache noticed about the Crystal Empire was that it was cold. It wasn't supposed to be cold, he was certain. He'd read up on it and apparently there was some magical artefact – the crystal something-or-other – that made the land habitable, almost tropical. Apparently it was on the fritz, which really shouldn't have been surprising, considering the situation. Irritating, but unsurprising. The second thing he noticed was Queen Sombra – and how could he not? She towered over her entourage of oddly happy crystal ponies. He had been briefed on the situation, but this was the first indication that anything was really out of the ordinary, and just how out of the ordinary things were. There was very obviously more to this than a simple military coup. Mind control magic, perhaps? The briefing had mentioned that Sombra was a powerful sorceress, her having that capability wouldn't have surprised him in the slightest. He focused his attention on the slaves, semi-transparent, clothed in tattered rags, and grinning like lunatics. Partially because he was absolutely certain that they were the key to finding out what was really going on, but mostly to avoid gawking at Queen Sombra. Which was, admittedly, very difficult to do. Even the tallest of her slaves barely came up to the undersides of her breasts.
Her very large breasts. That, Attache noted with no small amount of discomfort, were completely bared by her armour. Or lack thereof. A better way to describe it would be the frame of a set of armour, almost specifically designed to draw the eye to her unmentionables. Her legs and arms (or at least what he could see of her arms beyond the swell of her bosom) were fully armoured in heavy plate mail, and her shoulders were protected by thick, steel pauldrons, spiked and menacing, over which was draped a flowing red cape. She wore no helmet, her head adorned instead by a surprisingly plain steel crown.
The rest of her was completely bare, aside from a scale mail thong that did such a piss-poor job of covering her pussy that it was almost comical. Attache continually found his eyes wandering to it – it was very oddly designed, and he kept trying to wrap his head around its purpose. The tightly bound, yet still flexible plates of hexagonal metal rose high on her waist before plunging down underneath her mons, which was only concealed by a thin steel ring, about five inches in diameter, placed directly at crotch level. Although, “concealed” was an astoundingly poor choice of words, as everything meaningful was still perfectly visible. His eyes darted from the slaves, to the baffling piece of armour, and back. He was torn between trying to wrap his head around the purpose of the strange garment and not wanting to stare at the warlord's cunt, which glistened disconcertingly with a thin sheen of moisture.
“I trust you're enjoying the view? The outfit is traditional where I'm from.” Queen Sombra crossed her arms, in the process pushing her breasts up and forward tantalizingly. Attache stared firmly at the ground, which he had decided was the only safe place to look. “A significantly warmer climate, granted, but I'm not going to greet an envoy of Princess Celestia herself wearing anything less than the traditional formal wear of my tribe.” She smiled and spread her arms welcomingly. “But enough standing around! We can exchange proper greetings once we're inside. It's too fucking cold out here. Of course,” she reached forward suddenly, forcefully grabbing him by the chin, “you don't need me to tell you that. Even if you somehow couldn't feel it yourself,” she lifted, pulling his whole body into the air until he was eye-level with her rock hard nipples, “all you'd have to do is just look up a bit.” Attache flailed ineffectually in a futile attempt to escape the Queen's grasp, before quickly giving up. His eyes darted from side to side, desperately trying to avoid staring at the very attractive breasts before him, before finally settling on making eye contact with the queen.
Her eyes were uncharacteristically pink, but the slit pupils and the ominous glow more than made up for the slight feminine touch. Twin trails of fuchsia smoke wafted lazily from her eyes, twisting and turning like angry rattlesnakes. Her plump lips, outlined and emphasized by midnight black lipstick, twisted into a cruel smirk as her eyelids lowered into a smouldering gaze. “Of course, I can understand why you would rather not. You're too much of a fucking pussy to so much as glance at a beautiful woman. I know your type. All too aware of how much of a fucking disgrace of a man you are. Fat. Ugly. Weak. Pathetic.” Her wild mane billowed in a wind that Attache was fairly certain wasn't actually there. “Or maybe you're just a faggot. I could care less, really. You're not worth my time. But your master is. So you're going to come with me, tell me whatever it is that Princess Celestia told you to tell me, and if I like what I have to hear, I might consider letting you run back to her with your tail between your legs like the pathetic little dog of a stallion you are.”
It was at this moment that Attache realized Queen Sombra’s feet were no longer touching the ground. She casually let go of his chin and he found himself suspended in midair. All malice vanished from her facial expression, replaced with a warmth that was almost unsettling when juxtaposed with her earlier verbal abuse. “But that's more than enough of that! Come, I've had my palace slaves start a fire. And a proper bonfire, too. Not some pissy little fart in a box, I don't know how people can actually keep themselves warm with that bullshit. Real, open flame, the way we do things back in Zebrica. I mean, sure, we had to ransack the place for enough fuel, but who the fuck reads books anyway? Pussies, that's who.” She turned around and floated towards the Crystal Palace, her collection of crystal pony slaves trailing behind her, and Attache slowly drifting after them.
He self-consciously glanced down at his belly. He wasn't fat, or ugly or any of those things she called him. Maybe a bit chubby, but not fat.
Well, maybe a bit fat. The life of a diplomat tends to be a sedentary one, but that was hardly his fault. And it certainly wasn't fair to hold him to the same standards as a Zebrican Warlord. He stared grumpily at her behind, and found himself oddly disappointed that, between the cape and her thick, luscious tail, it was completely obscured from his view. He wasn't entirely certain why he was disappointed. Sombra had large breasts, yes. Very large breasts. Gigantic breasts. And a thin waist, and wide, motherly hips. And plump, gorgeous lips. And her eyes. Their gazes had only locked for a moment, but he couldn't get them out of his mind. They stayed there, burned into his vision like he'd been staring into the sun. And that was what it had been like – like her eyes were two miniature suns, burning their way to the core of his very being, to his central essence. To what he really was. And apparently what he really was was fat, ugly, weak and pathetic.
He turned his attention back to her ass, in an attempt to get his mind off of that subject. But it remained frustratingly hidden behind her cape. He faintly recalled trying to rationalize not wanting to see what the flowing red cloak concealed, but whenever he tried to remember why, all that came to mind were those eyes. And the only thing that made them go away was staring at where her ass would be, behind the fabric of her cape, and pondering about what it might look like. From what he had seen of her front half – and, thanks to her armour, he had seen quite a bit – she was in excellent shape. Peak physical condition, he would go so far as to say. Her biceps bulged and rippled with sinewy muscle – a part of him could have sworn that he couldn't possibly have gotten a good view of her biceps, between the armour and her breasts, but when he tried to dwell on that thought, the eyes once again invaded his mind and he quickly abandoned that line of reasoning. Besides, he could visualize them as clear as glass, flexing with the raw physical power of twenty stallions. Her abs, or at least what he could see of them beyond her gigantic tits, were rock hard. She could break fucking diamonds with those abs. She was power, oozing strength and bulging musculature. There was absolutely no way that her ass had even the slightest trace of fat to it. No, she was all muscle and power, her buttocks thick and tight.
But then again, his mind returned to her front, and to her thighs. They were thick and bulging, yes, but not with muscle. Oh, yes, there was muscle there, he couldn't deny that. But above and beyond that, there was the mouthwatering feminine curve to them. They flared out, as wide as her breasts, bulging very slightly over the top of her armour. And that armour. It left very little flesh actually visible, reaching to about half a foot below where her legs met her hips, but somehow that just emphasized the raw sexuality of her body. And then there were her breasts. Enormous mounds of soft, pliable fat, each one twice the size of her head and topped with glistening thumb-sized nipples that leaked motherly fluid. Once again, there was a small part of him that recalled rather vividly that there hadn't been so much as a droplet of milk when he'd actually seen her breasts face-to-nipple, but that line of thought brought on the Eyes, and so he quickly abandoned it in favour of continuing to fantasize. And anyway, just because he might have possibly happened to somehow manage to not notice the gushing streams of milk flowing endlessly from her breasts didn't mean they weren't there. They had to be. There was no way they weren't, the way they sloshed about, audibly full to the bursting point with sweet nectar.
He found himself drooling slightly as he pictured them. Ooozing femininity, the way her entire, gigantic form oozed femininity. And strength. Her whole body screamed with power and sex and fertility. It overwhelmed his senses with a desire – no, a need, for her. He needed her. He had to have her. His whole being ached with a desire for her flesh. He reached out and made a mad grab, his hands closing around the plush velvet of her cape, and the soft, pliable flesh of her ass underneath it. And beneath that, muscle so dense and tight and packed with raw power that he knew she could destroy him just by flexing slightly.
“Ah, so you're finally gonna man the fuck up? Took you long enough.” She once again smirked, her eyes once again half-lidded like
Well, like a mare in heat.
She licked her lips. “Want a taste?” He found himself once again face-to-eye with the mare of his dreams and his nightmares. Part of him questioned how he seamlessly transitioned from fondling her butt to staring into her eyes. But, once again, those Eyes filled his whole being, and all he could do was nod dumbly in response to her question. Her grin widened, and he very quickly found himself once again face-to-nipple. They twitched, shuddering violently as they impotently struggled to hold back the gallons of gallons of gallons of fluid they held (hadn't they been leaking? But that line of thought brought the Eyes back.) He stared in awe at their absolute majesty, thick beads of pearlescent fluid forming at their tips. Before he could take it all in, Sombra forcefully grabbed him by the back of the head. “Fucking hell, I take back what I said about manning the fuck up. You've got the best fucking tits in the universe an inch from your face and the pony they belong to is literally asking you to put your mouth on them and you're just gonna fucking stare? Maybe you are a faggot.” He didn't need any more prompting. He dove facefirst into her tits, greedily suckling on their unending flow.
“Mph, that's better. Drink the fuck up, little man. Maybe all the protein will help you be less of a – mmmmmmmm yeah that's the spot – pathetic little shit.” She groaned again, deeply and huskily, as Attache reached up and grabbed her other milksack, roughly groping it. The sudden extra stimulation was enough to evaporate what little resistance that was left and the floodgates burst open. Literally, as the flow of milk from both breasts doubled and then doubled again. Fluid sprayed wildly from both nipples in a veritable torrent. He made an admirable attempt at keeping up with the flow, but it was an attempt doomed to failure. He sputtered and choked as the milk slowly overwhelmed him. And then, suddenly, just as his vision started to go dark, the flow returned to what it had been initially. “Mph, fuck that felt good. Sometimes it's nice to just let loose, y'know? But I guess I should probably hold back a little. I guess. Don't want you to die, or else your Master might ask awkward questions.”
She reached down and shoved her hand into his pants, tightly grasping his erect cock. “Doesn't mean we can't have some fun though.” She licked her lips. Slowly, languidly, she began to pump his cock. Her other hand settled on the back of his head, caressing it gently. “Yeah, keep on drinking. Grow big and strong. Ya' really need it, especially your cock. Thing's pathetic. I've seen toes bigger than this tiny little joke of a penis..” She punctuated the abuse by squeezing. Hard. A sharp jolt of agonizing pain was followed by more pleasure as she resumed her stroking with redoubled intensity. Slowly, she picked up speed, jerking him faster and faster and more and more intensely, the pressure building and building to an inevitable, explosive climax. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. His balls churned violently as the pressure reached its limit, and Sombra's magic let go of him, sending him flopping down to the ground. He panted heavily as he took stock of his surroundings. He wasn't sucking on Sombra's breasts, which weren't lactating. She wasn't giving him a handjob. She wasn't even anywhere near him, and her slaves stood between him and her. They were inside the Crystal Palace, a set of opulent couches and an ornate table set up a short distance away from a massive bonfire.
Attache shivered, wiping a cold, clammy sweat from his brow as he slowly got to his feet. Sombra smiled, her facial expression exuding comically exaggerated innocence. “Would you care for a cup of tea while we discuss what you came here for?”
"Don't just stand there, man. Sit! Sit! Your tea will be with you shortly, and in the meantime we can talk about what you came to talk to me about."
Attache stumbled blearily to one of the couches. "Um. Yes. Thank you." His mind was swimming. What the hell had just happened? It had felt so real. He knew, of course, from a logical standpoint that it couldn't have been. No longer immersed in the fantasy, the little inconsistencies – the setting, whether she was lactating, her state of undress, it was all so glaringly obvious. But somehow he could still feel her steely grip on his cock like a fucking vice.
Oh, god, but he was hard. His balls ached with need for a release, a dark stain of slick pre blossoming at the crotch of his pants. Which, he mused in muzzy disarray, made sense. He had been just about to cum when the - the dream or illusion or whatever it had been had ended rather abruptly with him getting unceremoniously dumped onto the floor.
He sat down, legs clamped tightly together, back rigid and upright, and hoped to Celestia that his boner didn't show.
"Oh, come now, man! Relax! I'm certainly not going to kill you. That's not my style at all." She sat herself down in the other couch, leaning back languidly. Her massive form took up most of the couch just by virtue of its raw size; if she were to lie down she would barely fit from head to toe. As it was, the back of the couch barely reached above the middle of her chiseled back. Slowly, she let her body slip forward, languidly spreading her legs out to display her still very much naked cunt to the world. She coolly glared at him as she settled in, eyes unsettlingly hungry. "Mmmmmm, the couch you're sitting on cost the entire GDP of a small country. The least you could do is enjoy it." Like a starving timberwolf staring down an injured rabbit.
Attache rested his briefcase surreptitiously on his lap. He couldn’t let this get to him. He had dealt with far more intimidating foes than Sombra, he lied to himself. "I think I'll be fine, your majesty."
"Tch, get the fucking stick out of your ass or I'll reconsider not killing you." She rolled forward to a full sitting position – Attache swallowed dryly as her taut muscles rippled with the motion – and glared dangerously at him. It would have been intimidating, but the effect was somewhat diminished by the fact that her posture left her doing so over her tits. "Refusing hospitality is one of the gravest insults you can give someone where I'm from, little man," she growled dangerously. He could swear the swirls of magenta smoke billowing faintly from her eyes intensified, however briefly.
Attache coughed, the rapid fluctuation of Sombra's temper making his heart race. Doing his best to refuse the urge to run or freeze like a frightened rabbit, he focused on his duties and longed for an end. "Um, yes. On to business." He opened the briefcase. "As, um, as I'm sure you are aware, the Crystal Empire has been allied with Equestria for the past eight hundred years. Until, um. Until now." He removed some papers and placed them on the table, quite proud that he was able to keep from trembling - barely. "Princess Celestia would very much like to keep things that way, despite the, um, change in regime."
"So it's an alliance, then?"
"No, no, merely an informal agreement to mutual non-aggression. Princess Celestia isn't... quite open to an alliance at this time.” Or ever, he pointedly avoided adding. “But, at the same time, she would like to avoid warfare. Think of it like, ahem, like a pre-emptive peace treaty." He awkwardly pushed the papers across the table, towards Sombra. "Celestia promises that, so long as you don't come too close to Equestria's borders, she won't so much as acknowledge any, um, conquests you feel like making as the new Empress. In return, you will agree to, well, to not let your conquests get too close to Equestria's borders."
"Hm." Sombra rubbed her chin thoughtfully and then made an airy gesture. "I believe I have a counter-proposal for you. Oh, but first, your tea is here." Sure enough, there was a Crystal Pony slave girl, holding a large platter that carried an ornate, fine china tea set. With delicate grace and cautious perfection, she placed it on the table, and bowed low to him first, then lower still to her Empress. "Now, now, young lady. This man here is our guest! It'd be rude to make him pour his own tea."
"Of course, Your Majesty," the slave mumbled. She made a move to pour a glass of tea, when Sombra coughed and raised an expectant eyebrow. "Oh. My apologies, Your Majesty." She moved, positioning herself between the tea and Attache, and then bent down low to pour him a glass and offer a view. Attache blushed, and tastefully averted his eyes.
The slave responded by moving closer until her nigh-bare ass was almost pressing into Attache's face. It wasn't an unpleasant ass. Plush, round, and very large. For a slave, she appeared remarkably well-fed. Wide hips and pendulous breasts that strained against what little clothing she wore. Tatty, dirty brown rags that hardly covered anything – to the point where Attache suspected that her outfit was less rags and more some kind of fetish outfit tailored to look like rags. She wiggled her enormous butt slightly. "Would you care for milk? Sugar?"
"Um, yes. Thank you."
She shook her ass in his face a little more, then stood up, turned around, and offered him a teacup and saucer that he tentatively took. "Feel free to sample some biscuits. Or some cheese," she said in a monotone, turning to move several plates of the aforementioned snacks off of the platter, before picking it up and moving around to the other side of the table. "And for Your Majesty?"
Sombra grinned. "You know what I want."
The slave nodded, turned around, and gave Sombra the same full-bodied treatment that she had given to Attache – a service that Sombra seemed much more willing to take advantage of, grinning lasciviously and greedily groping her servant's ample asscheeks. The smaller pony winced, cooing faintly as Sombra dug her fingernails in firmly, and then let out a breathy moan as Sombra's hands drifted together.
Attache took a nervous swig of his tea, averting his eyes and inhaling deeply of the steam to avoid the other, muskier fragrance that was invading his nostrils.
“Come on, man, you're going to run out at that rate!” Sombra briefly removed her head from between the quivering slave girl's shuddering legs and grinned predatorily. “Tea isn't native to the Crystal Empire, you know.”
“Er, right, sorry.”
“Pft, drink however fast you want, I don't give a fuck. Just don't expect all-you-can-drink, we've only got so much of the shit in the palace.” She gave the slave girl a firm slap on her ass and unceremoniously let go, leaving the poor thing to stagger forward. She steadied herself on the table, doubled over. Her whole body quivered and convulsed as her hips thrust lazily. A thin trail of drool ran down from her mouth, locked open in a mindlessly ecstatic grin. “Now, to business.” She slowly rose up the couch, smirking as she leaned forward to look Attache in the eye; his breath caught, and once again, he couldn't shake her gaze. “Let me tell you a story.”
“Erm, yes? Your majesty?”
Sombra grinned, her long tongue coming out to stroke one of her sharp canines. “Once upon a time, oh, fifty or sixty years ago, something like that, there was a pair of ponies. Happily married couple. Both unicorns, if I recall correctly. They're long dead now, of course. But they were my parents, so I suppose they'll at least get to be footnotes in the history books.”
“Oh.” Attache shuffled awkwardly on the couch. Sombra's posture pressed her enormous tits together tantalizingly in a manner that did his still-raging boner absolutely no favours. “I'm, um, sorry for your loss.”
Sombra threw her head back and laughed, loud and strong, with an undertone of malice (and, Attache tried not to note, in doing so she caused her already prominent breasts to quiver deliciously) before resuming her initial position, leaning towards Attache and smirking. “Don't be, they were assholes. Well, at least I have few fond memories of them. I was quite young when they died. Barely six years old. They deserved it, though. Like, if someone like you were to go up to a hungry manticore and kick him in the balls, I'd say you fucking well deserve it when you get your ass eaten alive. It was that kind of situation. They were 'missionaries,'” she spat the word out like it was some kind of foul tasting poison, her voice disdainful, bordering on enraged. “Arrogant self-righteous fucks who made a living out of going to other countries and preaching the virtues of utopian pony society.” Her fake grin dropped into a disgusted grimace. “It was only a matter of time before someone with enough balls decided they didn't really want to be moralized at about how savage their culture was and how much better Equestria was than them.” She straightened her back, glaring down at Attache.
“I was born and raised in Zebrica. Spent my early years getting dragged by my parents from tribe to tribe to tribe, until eventually they came upon a tribe that didn't particularly care for being talked down to. I have to admire their style, if nothing else. My father was executed, rather unceremoniously, and my mother was sold into sex slavery. I think to one of the tribes she'd preached to.” Sombra's vicious smirk returned – and this time Attache was certain that the pale magenta smoke darkened, twirling about viciously like the tail of a hungry cat about to pounce on an unaware mouse. “I've always been a fan of irony. Presumably they intended to sell me into sex slavery, too, once I was old enough. In the meantime they kept me around as a regular old slave, which was a big mistake on their part. Snuck some poison into the bossman's wine. Not a lot, but enough that when I challenged him to a duel I could actually win – despite being a seven year old girl at the time.”
Sombra rose to her full height and Attache suddenly found himself eye-level with her drooling cunt. He blushed, and frantically looked up in an attempt to avoid the obscene sight before him. His eyes lingered briefly on Sombra's proud breasts – she was stretching, thrusting them forward enticingly – before settling on her face, making eye contact with the warlord.
She grinned. “My, you aren't very bright, are you, my good man? Or have you forgotten what happened the last time you made eye contact?” Attache's hands quivered as he took another deep swig of his tea. A not insignificant amount of the pale liquid didn't make it into his mouth, spilling over his face as he upended the cup. Sombra's open contempt rolled over him like a wave. “Oh, it’s far too late to look away now, little man. You're not going to be able to so much as blink now that the ball's really rolling.” Attache moaned in response, then snapped, shuddering, to attention when her voice cracked through his ears to his very soul. “How d'you like it? Quite the spell, if I do say so myself. Came up with it when I was sixteen years old. A simple but effective hypnosis spell. I can make you live out whatever depraved fantasy I choose, or I can just make you stay still while I get to work. Oh, but I should finish my story first, shouldn't I? It would be rude of me not to.”
Attache stared, jaw slack.
“After I beat the warlord in a duel, he was impressed enough to take me under his wing. I was just a weak little filly at the time, but he knew that all that meant was I had so much more room to grow. The training regimen was brutal, but it worked. By the time I was ten, I knew eight hundred different ways to kill a pony with my bare hands, if I didn't feel like just sticking his head between my thighs and squeezing until it popped.” She slapped the impossibly potent thighs in question. Attache would have been staring in disbelief were he capable of any action, even so much as an expression, besides staring directly into Sombra's eyes. “The drugs helped, of course. He wasn't very bright, but he was a very skilled alchemist. Probably the best one alive, at the time, and he taught me everything he knew. For example, your tea was spiked with a little concoction based on an aphrodisiac he designed. Not really necessary, mind you. If I wanted you to have a boner right now, you would fucking well have a boner regardless of any drugs in your tea. But it's fun.”
Attache groaned. His whole body quivered faintly – the only visible sign of resistance against unstoppable tide of Sombra’s influence. He had never, it slowly dawned on him, really stood a chance. Even had Sombra not drugged his tea, even had she not hypnotized him, she had always had the upper hand in the negotiations. He had staggeringly underestimated her, and now was paying the price.
Sombra continued her monologue, seemingly oblivious to her prey’s epiphany. “I partially owe all of this,” she made a sweeping gesture, presenting her full eight-and-a-half feet of perfection to the enraptured diplomat, “to potions and herbal supplements that are based off of ones he created. I, of course, perfected them. Like I said, he wasn't particularly bright, or else he'd have killed me when I was still weaker than him. Of course, just killing him would have been too easy. Too kind. And he did have some valuable lessons left to give. So I waited, and I let him teach me and train me and make me stronger. And in the meantime I taught myself magic. Something I've become quite skilled at, if I do say so myself. He was no help on that front – other than as a test subject, of course – but I made do.” She smirked. “As you very well know right now. I wonder if there's even any of you left in there, between the hypnosis and the drugs? Well, there certainly won't be by the time we're done here.” She snapped her fingers. “But first, up! I want to get a nice, good look at my new pet~”
Attache stood. He couldn't help it. His body was acting on its own, without any input from him. Not that he could hope to fight back – any time he tried to think of anything his mind drifted back to the work of fucking art that was Queen Sombra. Her tits, her ass, her cunt, her Eyes, her cock.
Her cock.
He swallowed heavily. That hadn't been there before.
“Ah, yes, I see you've noticed Little Sombra. One of the very first things I taught myself to do with magic, along with the mind control. Very handy for marking my property~” It was enormous. Long and thick, lined with throbbing veins. The proud flare, almost as endlessly fascinating as her glowing eyes. The size of one of Sombra's arms and not even remotely erect yet. Celestia, he wanted to suck it so fucking badly it hurt. Deep in the back of his mind, what little rationality remained in him screamed at him to turn and run. To fight back. To do something other than stand there like a fucking deer staring down a hungry dragon.
It was very hard to even slightly register its faint, feeble echoes through the fog of all-consuming arousal. Probably those drugs Sombra had mentioned. A better pony might have noticed something was off with the tea, but Attache had been thoroughly distracted by trying and failing not to ogle the slave girl. That same slave girl who was currently removing his pants with the methodical precision of a practised expert. He'd hardly even noticed her presence, or that Sombra had ordered her to disrobe him. The world around him had faded into a vague blur. It was so hard to think, and what thoughts he did have were dedicated solely to the all-encompassing need to please his Mistress. The only thing keeping him from dropping to his knees and worshipping that magnificent cock of hers was that she had not yet commanded him to. It wouldn't be right to service his queen without her permission. To do anything without her permission.
Sombra gave him a surprisingly gentle pat on the head as the slave girl removed the last of his clothing, tossing them unceremoniously aside. “There we go! Now, isn't that so much more comfortable? Don't worry, we'll get you something much more suited to your new role once we're done breaking you in, but in the meantime you can afford to go naked.” She gave him a quick looking over, and a pang of shame ran through his paralyzed form. “Unfortunately,” she appended. “You're not exactly pleasant to look at. Kind of a fat fuck.” She clicked her tongue disapprovingly, frowning slightly. “No, we're definitely gonna have to do some serious overhauling here before you're even remotely acceptable. Still, certainly more than I expected from the princesses.” She snapped her fingers, and the slave girl bowed slightly. “Write a response from me thanking the Princesses for the bribe. And let them know I accept the arrangement wholeheartedly~”
“I don't mean to question Milady's judgement, but were it up to me I would consider sending a slave of such obviously poor quality to be a personal insult.” The slave girl sneered slightly. “Did you see the way it looked at me when I was pouring its tea? Disgusting thing.”
“Now, now, Diamond, no need to be so hostile!” Sombra grinned, showing off pointed teeth. “Why, if I'm going to send a slave as a bribe, it certainly isn't going to be anything of reasonable quality. Besides, he's got quite a lot of material for me to work with.” She gave Attache's belly a slap, sending ripples through his gut. “Yes, I do believe I can make something very nice out of all this. You go deal with the Princesses for me. And hurry, please. I want your input on this.”
Diamond bowed. “Yes, milady. Right away.”
“You'll find me in the harem.” She gave her a firm slap on the ass, ushering her off to deal with the paperwork. “As for you, come! It's time to show you to your new home.” Sombra turned, gesturing for Attache to follow – which he did, without hesitation. He didn't have much of a choice in the matter. “Oh, and you're going to need a new name to go with your new role. How does Pearl Necklace sound?”
Terrible, the last remaining part of Attache that was still Attache screamed in desperation. He wasn't a sex slave! He wasn't some piece of property for Sombra to claim!
“Wonderful, Milady,” Pearl Necklace responded to her queen.
In fact, they're proceeding rather well from this angle
Decadent was the first word to come to mind as they entered the Harem. It was enormous enough to fit Attache's entire childhood home inside and still have ample room. It was lavishly decorated, much like everything else in the crystal palace was. Vines snaked their way around sandy pillars that stretched up from the brightly coloured mosaic floor all the way to a ceiling so high that even Sombra looked like a child. Big, golden bowls filled with dull embers hung from thick chains attached to the ceiling, providing a dim, dusky atmosphere, amplified by the centrepiece of the room; a tub – more of a pool, really. It looked large enough to fit hundreds of ponies comfortably, filled with hot water that filled the air with thick steam. It felt like they had been transported to a tropical paradise, the air so heavy with moisture that moving through it felt almost like swimming.
And the whole room absolutely reeked of sex. An overwhelming musky odour that made it so very difficult to think of anything but fucking. Attache just barely managed to retain some degree of lucidity, somewhere beneath the persona of Pearl Necklace, but he had to fight for it. His whole body screamed for release. And the fog of the drugs and the magic made it so very difficult to focus, so easy to let the aching need overwhelm him entirely. But he had to resist. Had to fight back. He refused to believe that the Princesses had sent him here as a sacrificial lamb to the slaughter. And he refused to believe, after all his accomplishments, that this was how it was going to end. He had successfully brokered a treaty with the Gryphon Empire not one week ago! Granted, it hadn't been the easiest task, and the final treaty had decidedly not been in Equestria's favour. But he had done it, and lived to tell the tale. Sombra was dangerous, yes. She had demonstrated herself to be cunning and powerful enough that she was far more than the inconsequential barbarian warlord Attache had been expecting. But he was not going to let her best him, not after he'd come so far. No, he would fight his way through the drugs and the magic for as long as he could. He was not going down without a fight.
“Oooh, who is this, Master?” one of the Harem's residents cooed in a breathy voice. “Is she a new fucktoy for us to play with? Oh, but she's so ugly, Master.”
“Ladies, this is Pearl Necklace. Be kind, Tipsy, she's not finished just yet. Why, there's still a bit of her old self that hasn't been broken!” Sombra gave Attache a gentle scratch between the ears. “I want you all to be nice to her while she gets settled in. Very nice.”
“It's nice to meet you all!” Pearl said eagerly, easily drowning out the internal screams of her former self. “Please feel free to fuck me lots!” She couldn't quite wrap her head around why her former self was so upset about this! There was a nice, hot bath, lots of comfy pillows to sleep and fuck on, and lots of pretty mares to fuck her while Master was away! Everything that she could ever need, right at her fingertips. The only thing she really lacked was twenty-four seven access to Master's cock, but Master had so many other things to do, so many other slaves to fuck, that wanting Master all to herself would just be greedy.
But, well, greed was decidedly in Pearl's nature. Which was good! Being greedy for Master's cum only made her a much better fucktoy! She couldn't quite wrap her head around why her former self seemed so adamant that being a better fucktoy wasn't a good thing, though.
There weren't exactly a lot of things that Pearl could wrap her mind around other than fucking. But that was okay. She didn't really need to wrap her mind around anything other than fucking. What she needed, more than anything right now, was to wrap her legs around Master’s waist and take as much cock as she could!
“Now, girls,” Sombra said sternly, like a schoolteacher gently admonishing a class of mildly unruly children. “I'm sure all of you remember when you were new.” She continued to gently stroke Pearl's head, as if her newest slave was less pony and more a conveniently-placed housecat.
Which she would be, if Master wished it! Pearl eagerly craned herself into Master's hand – a task made easier by her own six foot stature. Surely, it would be one of many things Master would be changing about her once she finally got around to changing her body to match her new mind, so she intended to take full advantage of her closeness to Master while she could. “I want you all to be considerate. It's not her fault that she's stuck in the body of a fat, ugly failure. So!” She gave Pearl a good, solid slap on the ass, urging her forward, towards the other girls. “Until I can finish... remodelling her, I want all of you to make her feel nice and comfortable.” Sombra grinned that vicious grin of hers, razor-sharp teeth faintly gleaming in the dim light. It made Pearl weak at the knees and, had Attache been in control, it would have made him faint right there. Ancient instincts, buried beneath centuries of civilization and evolution, reawakened. Screaming at him to run, to fight back, to do something to escape the grasp of the apex predator he found himself trapped by. The fact that he wasn’t in control of his body only seemed to make those reawakened voices scream all the louder. The sudden rush of adrenaline only served to make Pearl even more eager to get started.
“Oh, but Master, why wait?” One of the slaves, the same one that had spoken up earlier, stepped forward to get a closer look at Pearl's body, slowly circling her like a shark. “She's all fat and wrinkly and lopsided now. Tipsy Thirst thinks that she would much rather be sexy now. Don't you agree, Pearl?” Tipsy Thirst was tall compared to the other girls – her body only a few inches shorter than Attache's. She was slender and lithe and athletic, aside from her disproportionately wide hips, flared out almost twice as wide as her feminine shoulders. Pearl couldn't resist the urge to reach out and give them a firm squeeze. Attache's fat, clumsy fingers sank deeply into the soft, supple flesh of her cutie mark – a tall, clear glass, filled with a white fluid that was probably not milk. Tipsy cooed, her slender wings snapping out to their full wingspan at the slightest stimulation, rigid and quivering with arousal. “Oooooh, just imagine how much better this would feel with nice, perfect, mnnnnn, soft fucktoy hands~” she cooed, half moaning with unrestrained lust.
Pearl felt her heartbeat quicken at the thought. She might have had the brain of a cumslut, but she so badly needed the body to match. “Oh, Master, please!” she begged. “Please, please, please make me into the perfect cumslut now! I promise I'll be the best fucktoy whore you've ever had!”
“Now, now, pet, remember that patience is a virtue,” Sombra cooed like a mother scolding a child. “Your old self is being unusually stubborn. We need to break you completely before we can make you better.”
“Master,” another slave spoke up. Her voice was so soft that Pearl almost didn't even hear her over Tipsy's cooing and moaning. Her body, too, was as small as her voice, at least a full head shorter than Attache's own. Her breasts were disproportionately enormous on her tiny frame, big enough to leave her almost immobile were it not for her unicorn magic. “Why not do both at the same time?” She slowly hefted herself out of the pool, her body enveloped in a faint, lilac glow. “If you make the man's body into Pearl's body, it gives her the advantage over him, no?” She floated her way over to where Sombra stood. “Even if what's left of him manages to regain control, the body he is in will forever no longer be his own. What point, then, would there be to further resistance?”
“An excellent suggestion, Toy!” Sombra gave her a scratch between the ears as a small reward.
“Thank you, Master. Broken Toy lives to make Master's life easier~” She bowed awkwardly – but then, it was impressive she was capable of bowing at all.
Sombra idly snapped her fingers, and her armour (what little of it there was) vanished into thin air. “Mmmm, feels good to get out of that. You wouldn't think it's as stuffy as it is. Oh, and so stiff.” Sombra stretched, lifting her arms high above her head and thrusting her ample chest out proudly. “Feels great to just be able to let it all hang out.” She licked her lips hungrily. “Come, Pearl. Let's get started, shall we?”
Somehow Attache knew, that this was it. The point of no return. The last chance he had to fight back, to escape. If he allowed this to progress, allowed Sombra to have her way with him, mould him to her will, then he would never be able to go back to the way he was before. Deep in the pit of his stomach, he was terrified that there wouldn't be any of him left to even want to go back. He had to regain control now.
But his legs refused to budge. His body refused to so much as twitch in reaction to his desperate commands. That other self that Sombra had created within him, the cum-hungry brainless slut that she intended to make him into, she was too strong. Her willpower easily outmatched his own feeble desire to escape, her every desire their shared body’s command.
And right now her desire was to stare at Sombra's ass. Pearl seemed positively enraptured by its slow, mesmerizing swaying, back and forth and back and forth as she casually sauntered towards the pool.
It baffled him, that somehow Pearl Necklace was stronger than him. She did not come across as smart or strong or wilful enough to have so thoroughly taken control of his body. His body. It had to be the magic, or the drugs. Holding him back. Keeping him trapped, a prisoner in his own body. It was the only explanation.
Well, not the only explanation, Pearl thought as Sombra beckoned for her to follow. Maybe she wasn't a different person, created by Sombra's magic and given free reign to control his body. Maybe she was him. The part of him that, deep down, wanted this.
Attache did not, of course, want this at all. Who wanted to be turned into a mindless fucktoy for a big, strong, sexy goddess in pony form like Sombra?
Well, lots of ponies, Pearl pointed out. It wasn't exactly a particularly bad deal. In fact, it was a fairly good deal. He had never quite gotten used to being self-sufficient. He wasn't good at it. Oh, he could try to deny it. He was doing it right that very moment, loudly and adamantly, but Pearl knew better than anyone he was lying through his teeth – more to himself than to anyone else. His small, one room apartment that was only livable because he paid somepony else to clean up after him. Whenever he wasn't on the job, he ate and drank well beyond the point of excess, which anyone could tell just by looking at him. He had no friends. His family were either dead or quietly avoided spending time with him. He'd been a diplomat for thirty years and his only real accomplishment of note was all but surrendering to the Gryphon Empire and pretending it was a success. That was probably why the Princesses had given him the dubious honour of being a glorified bribe to Master. He was almost fifty, and what had he accomplished? Nothing but failure and mediocrity.
And here was Queen Sombra. Beautiful, wonderful, kind Queen Sombra. Giving him the chance of a lifetime. He would no longer have to think for himself. To do anything other than serve his master. He would no longer have to be himself, the useless fat fuck. The constant failure at everything he did. He could be somepony else. Eternally young, eternally sexy. Eternally perfect.
No, it wasn't a bad deal at all. Why, ask anypony and they'd say it sounded like a pretty good deal. Pearl had a harder time wrapping her mind around why Attache was so adamant that he didn't want this than she did rationalizing why he secretly did. But, then, that was why she was in the driver's seat right now. Because she was the one who had their collective best interests in mind! All he had to do was just admit that he wanted this and he would be so much happier!
But no, he remained stubborn. Well, it hardly mattered. No matter how much he clung on, Pearl would come out on top in the end. Because she was strong. There was no doubt in her mind. She knew what she wanted, what she needed, what they both wanted and needed.
And she was going to take it.
“Thank you, Master!” Pearl followed Sombra, to where she had settled comfortably into the steaming pool. She lounged, dominating the small corner of the pool she'd chosen the way she'd dominated the couch earlier. It should, by all rights, have dwarfed even her massive, amazonian form, but the sheer force of her presence was enough to keep her from being overwhelmed – and more, from ever seeming anything other than the titan that she was.
The pool itself was deep enough to come up to just below her crotch when she was standing upright. Sitting down, it came to above her navel. She smiled that predatory smile, gesturing for Pearl to sit in her lap.
Pearl eagerly followed her master's command, her movements made awkward and almost comical by Attache's body. She rocked his hips seductively as she moved, slowly and luxuriously lowering herself into the water and floating gently into her queen's waiting lap. She wiggled Attache's flabby ass, slowly sinking into a comfortable position with Sombra's still-flaccid cock firmly hot-dogged. “Ooooh, Master, your cock feels so nice. Mmmnnnn, Pearl can't wait to see what it feels like when it breeds her nice and hard~”
“Your ass certainly doesn't feel nice at all. We're going to be fixing that in due time, though,” Sombra cooed, gently rubbing Attache's broad shoulders. “I had hoped to wait for Diamond to show up before doing this. Her input is important after all.” She firmly pulled Attache's body back, their upper body sinking deliciously into Sombra's immense tits. “Mmm, speaking of which, I don't believe I properly introduced you to her.”
At that moment, timing so perfect Attache almost believed it had been rehearsed, the slave from before entered the room, completely nude. Earlier, Attache had thought she looked unusually healthy for a slave, but he hadn't gotten to see any part of her other than her plush ass up close. Her semi-transparent body gleamed brightly, even in the dusky Harem. She almost glowed with a fierce, powerful luminescence that almost – but not quite – matched her master. Certainly it was magnitudes beyond their earlier encounter. “I apologize for taking so long, your Majesty.” She bowed low, her pendulous breasts swaying gently from the effects of gravity. Her figure, much like her presence, was almost as extreme as Sombra's. Large breasts, wide hips, and muscles that were quite likely literally as hard as diamonds. Seeing her like this, with all pretences of subservience dropped, both Attache and Pearl knew immediately knew that she was not just an ordinary slave. She had the body of a warrior.
“Of course, your Majesty.” She strode forward, slowly lowering herself into the pool.
“Pearl, this is Diamond Shard. She is my head slave, and my second in command. You are to give her the same level respect you would give to me, and when I am not present, her word is my word and her orders are my orders. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master!” Pearl waved genially to her new boss, the crystal mare standing rigidly opposite Queen Sombra. “It's nice to meet you, Lady Diamond!”
Diamond grunted in response, and Sombra continued. “Diamond, this is going to be Pearl Necklace in just a moment. Mmmm, her eagerness is quite impressive. If she performs well, I do believe I might seriously consider making her the head of my Harem! How does that sound?”
“Oh, it sounds amazing, Master! I can only pray I live up to your expectations!” She eagerly wiggled Attache's ass, further wedging Sombra's meat deeper into the crevice.
“An excellent attitude!” Pearl groaned at her Master's praise. By the Sisters, she could cum just from that. Attache's unimpressive member slowly rose to full mast. Sombra's hands continued to gently rub and caress her shoulders. “First thing's first, before we start any real work we need to make sure the foundation is right.”
There was a sharp pain where Sombra's hands made contact with Attache's shoulders, like a spark of static electricity. A spark that quickly spread throughout his whole being, building and building and building into an intense, overwhelming heat. It felt good. What little was left of Attache felt his grip slowly weakening as his mind was slowly washed away by a tsunami of pleasure. Pearl moaned, deep and guttural and long. This was it. The moment she'd been waiting for since Master Sombra had dragged her from the depths of Attache's subconscious into the forefront of his mind what felt like an eternity ago. She could hear it happening, the pitch of his voice slowly but inexorably raising as it became her voice. Her tongue, longer and thinner, lolled out lazily from a softer, rounder snout. Her snout. Her entire fucking face.
She could hear sickening noises, the crunching, grinding, cracking of her bones as they shifted and changed. Shoulders narrowed within Sombra's gentle grip. It felt less like she was guiding the transformation of Attache's body into that of a slutty cumslut, and more like she was merely facilitating it. Opening the door. Allowing it to become what it had always been meant to be.
“Ooooh, Master, it feels so gooooooooood~” she moaned. Her new voice was deliciously feminine, crisp and clear like a bell, and oozing with almost unnatural charisma. The perfect voice for her new role – just one word from her would be enough to make a normal pony cum. “Oh, fuck, I sound so fucking sexy~” Her body convulsed with enough force that, were Sombra not firmly holding her in place, she would have lurched off of her lap entirely. Again, and once more, her body lurched, accompanied by more grinding and cracking as her skeleton reshaped itself. Hands became slender and soft, feet small and dainty. What was once Attache's fat, misshapen ass slowly began to shift, filling out and firming up as, below her skin, her hips changed. Widened, grew to the proper proportions for a brand new broodmare slut. All the excess flab in her ass and thighs seemed to melt away, leaving only soft, supple plush.
Sombra's hands slowly snaked their way downwards. They paused to gently squeeze Pearl's slowly swelling tits – all that excess fat had to go somewhere, after all – before continuing down, down, down. Softly caressing her gut as it slowly relocated itself to a more pleasing location, gently rubbing her motherly hips and giving her pleasingly plump ass a firm squeeze, before moving to their goal.
“Ahhhhnnnnn~” Pearl groaned as Sombra firmly grasped Attache's cock.
“Hm, not much, is it?” Even fully erect, it was barely even a handful. Sombra easily enveloped it with one, leaving the other free to give his balls a gentle massage.
“Ooooh, Master, please please please hurry! It's so small, I'd never be able to please you with it! It would be so much better suited as a juicy, hungry, slutty cunny! Aaaaaaaahhhnnnn, Master, pleeeeease!”
“Oh, I could do that,” Sombra cooed. She gave one last squeeze to Attache's ballsack before moving her attention southward, gently rubbing his taint up and down, firmly pressing the soft, sensitive flesh, drawing oohs and ahs from her squirming slut. “But, mmmm, that's so standard. All of my sluts have the same tight, hungry little slut holes. But you, my dear sweet Pearl Necklace, you're special.” She grinned as she began to slowly pump Attache's cock. “If you're going to be in charge of my Harem, after all, you're going to need to be able to tend to their needs while I'm away.”
“Gnnhaaaahhhhhnnnggggggggg fuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk!” Pearl groaned as she felt blood rush it's way down, Attache's cock pulsing harder and harder and harder.
“And besides, I've always been a fan of irony. And what's more ironic than Pearl Necklace being ten thousand times more manly than Attache ever was?”
Pearl came, harder than she ever had as Attache. Her cock – well, not just yet, but soon enough it would be – twitched and convulsed and pulsed as it pumped her load. But nothing came out. Oh, the semen was there, she could feel it making its way from her tight nutsack, but it hit a wall somewhere before erupting forth. The backlog of cum built and built and built, and she could feel Sombra’s hand covering less and less of its rapidly growing surface. She could feel the weight of it, more and more and more with each passing second pressing down on her crotch. The feeling of the relatively cool air of the Harem against the burning hot flesh of her still-growing fuckstick as it grew long enough to just barely poke out of the water was downright orgasmic. As if she wasn't already cumming.
The second climax didn't have the decency to wait for the first to finish before hitting. This time it was her balls that grew, big and heavy and dense with cum. Her vision went white as her whole being was overwhelmed with sensation. The greatest feeling she had ever felt in her life – the feeling of Attache finally giving up. She could feel it as the last shreds of his being finally lost their grip, washed away forever in the rising tides of Pearl's insatiable lust. The last resistance was gone, forever. This body was truly, undeniably hers, now and forever, and it felt so motherfucking good!
So, so, so very good. There was a loud, deep rumbling noise, the sound of the entire goddamn earth moving, giving in to her inexorable sexual need. And it was coming from her. She could feel her balls pulling in tightly to her body as the base of her shaft bulged. She grabbed her cock – long enough to poke her in the face – and pulled it close to her as she felt a searing heat in her loins. It nestled comfortably between her fat tits as her warm, soft mouth stretched wider and wider over her proud flare. Just in time for the volcano to erupt.
Gallons of her hot, potent seed burst forth like a fucking firehose. A lesser mare – any of her fellow slaves, for certain – would have been immediately overwhelmed, but Pearl was built for this. Not a single drop of her cataclysmic climax was wasted. Even after what felt like an eternity, she didn't even feel short of fucking breath.
Her cock slowly flopped forward, leaving her mouth with a wet pop. A few last gouts of cum spurted out, splattering across her face and chest. God, each of her dregs was easily ten times as much as Attache's biggest load had ever been. Sombra's assertion that she would be ten thousand times more of a man than Attache had been had turned out to be a vast understatement. The only pony in the world who was manlier than her was Master Sombra, and it felt so fucking good that she almost missed the final change. The finishing touch.
“Mngggggg, Master Sombra gave her new cumslut a cunny after all~” She groaned, grinding her hot, needy new box against Sombra's slowly hardening cock. “Does Master Sombra want to give it a test run?”
“Oh, very much so, my dear. But we've got more pressing matters.” Sombra grabbed Pearl by the waist, easily hefting the slut as she rose to her feet and out of the pool. “First thing's first, you need to see the finished product!”
“Oh, thank you so much, Master! Pearl Necklace is sure that her body is perfect, because Master made it!” She squirmed eagerly as Sombra carried her over to a corner of the room she hadn't noticed before. Understandably so – the Harem was a very large room, and she'd had other things on her mind at the time. Things that her raw, constant lust had since thoroughly overwhelmed. There was a wooden screen, ornately decorated in a Saddle Arabian motif. Sombra casually pulled it aside, revealing a gigantic full-body mirror, large enough to even capture the Queen's own amazonian form. Pearl oh so dearly longed to admire it, but there was a reason she had been brought here, and she didn't want to disappoint Master by letting herself be distracted.
“Oh, Master. I'm perfect.” It was almost an understatement. Her body was everything she'd hoped for and more. Heavy tits, more than twice the size of her head, capped with fat, leaky teats the rough size of wine stoppers. Wide, childbearing hips – oh, if only Master Sombra would give her the honour of mothering her children. A thick, fuckable ass. Her whole body was covered in the perfect amount of soft, plush padding. And, beneath that, powerful muscle. She idly flexed an arm, and marvelled that she could hardly even see the presence of the rock hard bicep that bulged as a result. Of course she was strong. She would need to be, to heft around her immense assets, and to maintain dominance over Master Sombra's other, lesser wives.
She gently stroked her fur. It was so very soft, like a cloud. Much better than Attache's scratchy, dark brown coat. And so much prettier, too – just slightly off-white, the colour of pearls. And of cum, and milk, and sex. Her mane was longer, soft and full and reaching to the small of her back, and jet black. Idly, she hefted one of her tits. The mere sensation of her touch was enough to send a small spurt of milk splattering on the mirror, leaving pearly drops on the image of her star attraction – her three foot long jet-black bitch breaker, still rock hard and already drooling with liquid lust. It wanted more, and Pearl was all too happy to give it exactly that. She placed a slender, feminine finger on her flare, gently scooping up a generous portion of her pre. She held it under her nose and inhaled deeply, her musk almost enough to make her cum on its own. So potent and manly that a lesser mare might very well go into heat just from her presence. She sensuously licked it up – “Mmmmm, delicious~” – before gently grasping her length. “So big! Almost as big as Master's!” It would have to be, of course, if she was going to be able to satisfy her subordinates the way her Queen could.
And, of course, she couldn't forget her balls. The dangled heavily, big and dense and already ready to let loose another massive load of potent, manly seed to impregnate the breeding bitch of her choice. Ooooooh, that sounded nice. She could just picture every little cumslut in the Harem, gravid with the next generation of her Queen's perfect little sluts.
Her stroking picked up its pace. “Oh, Master, may I pretty please fuck one of your slaves pregnant? Pearl is so horny, and her cock wants to make lots and lots of babies to grow up and service her Queen~”
“My, but someone's eager!” Sombra cooed. “Mmm, yes, putting you in charge of the Harem was definitely a wise decision on my part. Already wanting to fill out the ranks!” She gently scratched Pearl between her ears. “Mmmm, good girl. How does it feel to be my head wife?”
“It feels amazing, Master!” Pearl squirmed lustily, grinding her ass against Sombra's legs. She was, she noticed, not actually shorter than Attache had been. That was a nice, pleasant surprise. Of course, it made sense for the head wife to be at least a full foot taller than her subordinates. Still, she wished she was a bit taller – as it was, she couldn't reach Master's cock without Master kneeling.
“Excellent. Very well, you have my permission to breed with anyone you choose, so long as you remember to leave a few for me. Mmmm, but first,” she cooed, grasping Pearl by her new Cutie Marks – her namesake, a Pearl Necklace. Two immense, perfectly round pearls in front, with a shimmering chain trailing off and up behind it. “Before you can do that, though, you need to tend to your Queen's needs.”
“Of course, Master!” She snapped her fingers, the crisp, sharp noise bringing the other slaves to attention. “You, you, and you” she said, firmly, pointing at three girls in turn. “Attend to Lady Diamond. Remember that if she's unsatisfied by your service, you’ll have to answer to me! You,” she pointed at Tipsy. “I've still got cum on me from earlier. Clean it up, and then suck my cock.” She smiled broadly. “I will be servicing Her Majesty personally, of course.” She dropped to her knees and bent over, presenting her drooling cunt to its owner.
Sombra laughed. She couldn't help it. This had turned out perfectly! “Goooood girl,” she cooed, gently as she slowly lowered herself to her knees. She firmly grasped Pearl's hips, grinding her rock-hard cock between her fat cheeks. “Such a wonderful gift. I shall have to remember to pay the Princesses back in kind!” She slowly pulled her hips back and back and back. “You know,” she said contemplatively as she made her first thrust into Pearl's tight slutbox, “If I had realized diplomacy was so rewarding, I would have tried it years ago!”
