The Palace Of The Soviets
Sinister paced anxiously. She had been in a several year long state of fear since the old Crystal Empire rose again in 1008, and now she was terrified at the threat of the Legions at her borders. Sombra had sent a marriage invitation, inviting her into his Grey Pact to, in his words, "secure the peace in Equus and prevent attacks from Griffon scum". Some thought he only made this offer to appear merciful, while others believed he merely didn't want to waste resources on another Pony war.
The Party had deliberated for a few hours in the meeting chamber, before agreeing to the deal to spare themselves a war they knew they could not win. Sinister Serov sighed. The year was now 1012, and Sombra had defeated every power around him, annexing Equestria, Yakyakistan, and even defeated the insurgent Queen Chrysalis who had threatened his Supremacist rule over Equus. Now, the communist citizens of Stalliongrad knew, Sombra would invade the last remaining ponies and widen their front with and access to Nova Griffonia.
Serov had been locked in her room, deemed worthless as the party knew it had to adapt to Sombra's beliefs to avoid annexation. They HAD found it rather odd that Sombra wanted to marry Serov, as she was born a colt and had only recently transitioned several years before, but they chalked it up to his strange mannerisms and Sinister having an almost traditionally female appearance due to years of testosterone blockers and estrogen injections. She had grown out her hair, and her "stallionhood" was small and almost cute underneath her black coat. Sinister had been elected General Secretary only because her party, being communist, was extremely tolerant of different sexualities and genders, so her beginning to present as female was not a problem.
"This is all Dark Wing's fault," Sinister said to himself. "We could have mustered our forces and gotten volunteers from Nova Griffonia's left wing generals. All would have gone well if he didn't intercept the letter and promise me to that Unicorn King."
Defeated internally and externally, Sinister Serov put on the wedding gown Sombra's minions had brought to the Palace of the Soviets and sat on his bed, waiting for the inevitable day of the meeting with the King himself.
The next day, Sinister awoke to a hoof pounding on his door. Slowly awakening, he arose and walked slowly to meet the intruder. Looking through a peephole, he saw it was Dark Wing. "Is it time, traitor? Is the tyrant here to receive me?" Sinister angrily muttered, his feminine slightly-high voice sounding slurred due to exaustion.
"Indeed, Serov, Sombra has come for you. You will make a great offering to the King, and in return we will maintain our independence from the rest of Sombra's empire. Honestly, you shouldn't be surprised you were so easily given for this task, the Party needs a competent General Secretary and I shall be more than happy to assume the job. Besides, you've become increasingly weak and feminine."
Dark Wing began walking down the hall, beckoning for Sinister to follow him. "You really are a traitor." Serov spat. "You've even betrayed the progressive values of the revolution, as if merely opposing Caramel Marks wasn't reactionary enough."
The treasonous soon-to-be General Secretary chuckled. "Well, none of that matters anymore. I shall lead Stalliongrad into a new age, and my reforms will refine Communism into its truest potential. The ponies shall realize that with time."
Serov shed a tear. *Damn my estrogen pills, I can't let him see me as weak* "So everything we fought for, our freedom from Celestia, it all mean't nothing to you. You're truly disgusting, Dark Wing."
"You're nothing but a foolish, weak *tranny*. You could have attacked Sombra when you had the chance, and you could have stayed normal. This is all because of your delusions, Serov. Now step through this door, your *husband* awaits."
Sinister wiped his wet face, and continued following Dark Wing through the large door that led to the courtroom of the Palace of the Soviets, the very same structure that his late predecessor and the workers inspired by her convictions had built just before the outbreak of the War. In the center of the large and opulent room, decorated with red socialist decor, stood King Sombra. He wore his crown and red armor that Serov would have found impressive and stunning were it not worn by perhaps the most evil and powerful pony in the world. Surrounding the King were hundreds of Crystal Ponies, clad in the black armor of the Empire and even recruits from the other pony tribes of Equus that have been re-conquered by Sombra.
Sinister Serov followed Dark Wing to the gathered members of the Party, and stepped out in front. "Well, well, well. This is the most pretty little stallion I have ever seen." Sombra bellowed, supported by nods from his guards and a grimace from Sinister Serov herself.
Dark Wing addressed Sombra directly. "Your Excellency, we the Stalliongradian Communist Party present to you our former leader, Sinister Serov, at your request to be your bride. We hope he is as... attractive to you as you had hoped based on his photographs."
"Indeed he shall serve as perfect tribute for now, and I trust you shall comply with the wishes of myself and my Grey Pact as well, Dark Wing," Sombra said, his magically enhanced voice booming throughout the room and echoing off its emaculate walls.
"Absolutely sire. I believe Stalliongrad will benefit greatly from working within your mighty Grey Pact and assisting you in achieving your glorious goals." Dark Wing answered, shaking King Sombra's hoof and beckoning to Sinister Serov, who was nervously trying to appear happy with this arrangement.
"H- Hello, Sire." Serov spoke, his tender and delicate voice contrasting with the loud and boisterous sound previously heard throughout the Palace by all in attendance.
Sombra looked directly at his bride, sizing him up in a way that made Sinister feel oddly appreciated by the strong and powerful Stallion before her. "Yesssss, I think it is time to consummate our union now. Please excuse us gentlestallions, my new wife and I must adjourn to the private chambers." Serov gulped as he was led by the hoof of the much stronger stallion, and stared at Dark Wing and his other conspirators as they one by one turned and left Sinister to her fate.
Sombra walked up the stairs to the private chambers, accompanied by his new bride dressed in a frilly white dress. "After you, my sweet." Sombra bellowed, stepping aside for Sinister Serov to enter and become acquainted with his surroundings. The walls bore two large Crystal Empire flags, the same design used by Sombra in the ancient past and brought back with his return. The floor was covered by purple-black carpeting, and a bed was neatly made at the end of the chambers, covered in very dark sheets and soft cusioning.
"You are going to serve me well, like it or not." Sombra said, gazing down at the much smaller pony. "Do you understand?"
Sinister gasped, taken aback by his forwardness. "You don't mean... sex? But I was born a colt!"
Sombra nodded. "You are my wife now, and you will submit to my will or face the consequences, Serov. If you didn't want to be accosted by stallions, you shouldn't have transitioned in the first place. We have similar male ponies submit to other males in my early days, and an Emperor may dominate either sex equally." Sinister Serov stepped back, frightened by this point. "I... I won't... I just thought this would be a political marriage..." Sombra stepped forward and leaned down, touching his red and black horn to Sinister Serov's head. "You will serve King Sombra." He stated, his horn glowing as Sinister looked up into his eyes.
Sinister Serov felt strange. His hooves began to feel weak, and his mind weaker. "Please... I don't want to have sex with you..." Serov muttered, kneeling before the king and his Mind Control magic.
"You will. You will become my pet, doing as I wish and serving me how I please. This is what your King demands of you." Sombra said, slightly louder this time.
Sinister felt his mind weakening as the hypnotic power of Sombra's magic took hold. He became aroused, his small cock staying limp due to the Estrogen he had been taking for years during his transition into a mare. "Yes master." She said, opening her mouth as Sombra pulled out his massive, thick stallionhood.
"Good girl." Sombra bellowed, entering her mouth with the tip of his penis, enjoying the soft and warm feminine entrance. Serov excitedly began bobbing her head up and down, pleasing her new master and feeling her little clitty weakly stiffen to about an inch, its maximum length these last few years. She began to leak, her clit expunging clear drops to the floor in his aroused state and from the stimulation of pleasing her master orally.
Sombra began to moan, as Serov continued to suck on his tip and made his way almost down the base, only gagging slightly. It was clear to him the Sinister had submitted sexually to a number of Stallions and perhaps a few dominant mares in the past, but said nothing as he eagerly pleased him with his mouth and tongue.
"Stop at once. I want to enter your hole." Sombra said, pushing Sinister Serov off of his cock and bending him over on the bed. "Yes master! Please make me cum from my ass pussy." Serov uttered, complying with his husband's wish and following his lead. She waited patiently, and moaned loudly as her master entered his asshole, stretching in and causing her sissy cock to leak clear fluid again.
King Sombra grunted, thrusting hard into the submissive "stallion's" anus, He continued this motion, reveling in how pleasurable the tight and warm asspussy was. Serov moaned softly, feeling the full length of the massive stallionhood inside her, and waiting for her master to cum thick white goo into her ass. Sombra felt himself getting close, and with one massive thrust pushing his entire cock into Sinister Serov's hole, came. Sinister yelped happily, and her clitty spurted two little clear secretions, his body having lost its ability to produce sperm years ago.
Finally having submitted to Sombra, Sinister Serov got up and cleaned the dress and wiped up her master's seed from the floor. Sombra watched contentedly, and when Sinister was done said, "Ready for round two, my pet?"
Author's Note
Serov has his/her pronouns change frequently because of the ambiguous nature of the character's gender in the source material. I personally made the choice for Serov to be a trans mare in my story, but some see him as a feminine male so that is an interpretation one can make.
I may write more chapters when I think of extra plot details or sexual situations. Thank you for reading and double thanks to Emerald Fire a.k.a. GamerTech (Jakeman160) on YouTube.
