Hypnovember Day 1 - Corruption (King Sombra/Shining Armor)
Shining Armor has lost, and King Sombra will treat him as he deserves to be treated.
The beginning of my (hopefully) 30ish part Hypnovember series based on this image
“Yes, My King.”
The words fell from Shining Armor’s lips on instinct as he kneeled obediently before his master, King Sombra.
“Of course, My King.” “Thank you, My King.” “Only for you, My King.”
Every time these words were uttered, they sent a surge of pleasure through the formerly masculine, formally dominant stallion, stealing his resolve and draining any thoughts of disobedience or dissent. These forbidden thoughts flowed down his newly feminine body with every surge of pleasure that wracked it, surging into the only masculine thing His King had let him keep.
His lengthy member bobbed in front of him, drooling precum as it escaped the admittedly ineffectual loincloth that he wore, the only clothing His King had gifted him since his fall from grace.
Dainty hands twitched, edging ever closer to touching his remaining stallionhood and brimming, aching balls. But he looked up at King Sombra, silent but with eyes pleading for pleasure.
And King Sombra smirked down at this pathetic display, a wry and malicious smile playing upon his lips as he waved a hand dismissively. His other hand remained firmly between his legs, slowly stroking a far more impressive member barely contained within his pants.
“Go right ahead, slave.” The King growled, his voice deep and commanding and sending yet another burst of pleasure rolling down Shining’s spine.
Wrapping feminine hands around his shaft, he couldn’t help but recall the feeling of Cadance’s soft hands doing the same thing what felt like a millennia ago. But the recollection was brief and fleeting, barely a wisp at it was instead replaced of thoughts of the pitch black unicorn stud in front of him.