"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.

Author's Note

and here's the second part of the story, more'n a year after the first part. i am a slow writer u guys