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.

“Don't apologize,” Sombra growled. “Shows weakness.”

“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.

“Ooooohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck I'm cumminggggggggggg!"

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!”

Author's Note

Fimfic's import gdocs feature is currently shitting itself so if you see any weird formatting or places where it looks like there should be formatting but isn't, feel free to let me know! It's prolly fimfic's fault.