"I am sorry I can't teach you more." Pattern grazed happily, it was much nicer being out of the hive and Gel let her wander wherever she wished. Of course he could, it wasn't like she could get away from the changeling that was wrapped around her so tight the pair were mistaken for simply another changeling.

"No need to be. It isn't your fault." Gel had pondered what his hive had done to the mare, what they were doing to others. "Besides, I am learning a lot from you."

"What could you learn from me? I am almost as clueless about ponies as you are."

Gel rubbed the mare's ears, his body contracting and relaxing in a way that he knew Pattern liked, and immediately tasted as her mood improved. "For one, I know a lot more about pony bodies than I did before. I know how almost every bit of you feels, I am quite sure I could make a very credible copy of you."

"So I am just a subject for you to examine?"

"Not just. You think different to how changelings do. You think about others first. I can honestly say I think I prefer your way of living." Gel gave a deep sigh and slumped down, the pair moving easily, both Gel and Pattern always ready for if the other wanted to move.

"Something I certainly didn't want to hear my perfect manifested revenge say." Chrysalis' voice sent a chill down Gel's spine and he turned his head to look at the queen. But even as he quickly worked to darken Pattern's vision it was already too late. The queen's eyes were glowing bright with her power and Gel could see that Pattern's were too, now. The brightness swelled into an overwhelming glare and the fluid changeling realized that the hypnotic gaze was not aimed only at the mare he was encasing. His eyes began to glow and he felt his mind relax. "Let her hear me, I know you have her quite well trapped in there."

The queen's will battered at Gel's own and he came off the loser. Slowly drawing his form back, he exposed Pattern's ears to the air.

"There now, much more obedient. I discovered you were skipping training, when I found out you were restraining a pony to learn from them I let it slide. When I further heard that you spent all your time with the mare, I grew suspicious. With good reason." Chrysalis stepped forward, her insectile wings buzzing with the pleasure that forcing her will on another always brings. "Pony, you cannot talk anymore, you cannot remember more than a minute at a time and you don't know this changeling from any other."

Gel screamed with rage, at least internally.

"Gel, get off her and form yourself back up." The simple words were unshakable command and Gel followed it. "You will refocus yourself in your study, you will remember this pony only as your first conquest. You owned her and stole every semblance of her mind. You blanked her thoughts out and left her a husk. And you liked it."

He wanted to scream and fight, but the queen's words took hold and Gel felt all the empathy he had built toward the mare melt and flow away. He reached out to her and drank, running his mental teeth into her and taking away all the happiness that she seemed to feel.

"And Gel, prepare for your mission. You leave in a week and your first target is simple. Destroy these 'Elements of Harmony' and ensure that when I return to Equestria, none will have any hope in stopping me. After them you can focus on that pink brood mare and her insufferable husband."

Gel's eyes glowed brightly as he heard his orders, the mission now becoming the central part of his world. He nodded to his queen. "And now, drink the rest of this pony. She is alone and lost, she will make no more food for us."

Turning and looking at the startled mare, Gel focused the power he had been getting training in, his eyes lighting with his own magic as he forced it out into the mare. He wasn't as powerful as his queen, he couldn't bend minds, but he could sway a heart.

Pattern looked up at the odd changeling. She felt vaguely that she recognized him but, confused as she seemed to be, she couldn't place him. She smiled slowly as her eyes took on a brighter glow, reflecting the light of… of Gel's. Her mind clung to the name, the only thing she could remember as darkness flooded around her. She folded her legs and curled up, it felt like time to sleep.

Gel was confused. The mare had felt the pleasure he had induced, to drink the last of her, but there was something horribly sweet there too. He had tasted a pure love that he didn't understand.

Dodge city didn't get a lot of visitors, but the strange new mare didn't seem too odd. "Excuse me, ma'am, you don't mind if I just test this little do-hicky." Gel saw the pony with a badge on their chest raise a little box.

Gel shook his… her head. That oddly memorable pony mare's form was an easy one to assume, it felt nice but even as the device activated Gel knew that had he been a normal changeling things would have just gone very badly. There was a wave of pure gold magic that shot out from the box into a thirty foot radius.

"Nope, definitely a false. Sorry, but we test any walk-ins for changeling magic." The sheriff tucked the box back into a saddle bag. "What are you in town for, if'n you don't mind me askin'?"

Gel smiled, trying to use the same poses he remembered that mare using when she showed off. "I needed to catch the train to meet family."

"Well you are in luck, it will be right along in a little while. You have bits to pay for it?" The changeling almost panicked and he knew the stallion had picked up on it. "Look now, don't you fret, I can help you out this once, just bring me the fare back once you have some bits of your own, okay?"

Gel nodded enthusiastically to this. Some part of him was delighted by how nice the pony seemed, another part was equally delighted at how easy a mark he was. "Thank you, oh I don't know what I would have done, just want to visit my folks in Ponyville."

"Well, it ain't all that far, you don't even need to go through Canterlot. Here now, I think that is it now." The sheriff reached up and tilted his hat, getting a clearer view in the warm sun.

Considering his options, Gel pondered just stepping around the stallion, shaping himself to look just like him and drinking him down to nothing right then and there. Ponies were so tasty and it was hard to resist.

A memory broke free in his mind and he realized the first pony he had encased like that had meant something special to him. The shrill squeal of the train's whistle startled him from the reverie, however.

"Here you are now, you give that to the conductor when she asks." Gel was hoofed some bits and looked at them in surprise. "Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours, you will be with your kin in no time…" The pause hinted something to Gel and he recalled how one of his teachers had drilled him.

"Gel, Gel Pattern." The addition of the name of that mare, his first pony, surprised even him and Gel found himself bumping his hoof to the stallion's.

"Jeb Whistle. It is a pleasure to meet you Gel."

A few ponies left the train, one or two boarding. Jeb led the way to the platform and guided Gel onto the train.

"Take good care of this little filly, she is headed for Ponyville." He pointed to a pony in uniform. "Give her the bits and she will give you a ticket."

Gel nodded, approaching the mare who was the 'conductor'. "Uh, I need a ride to Ponyville." He hoofed the bits over and got a piece of punched paper in return.

"Right you are." Jeb left the train and was lost to Gel's senses. He looked at the conductor and again, briefly felt the urge to just take over her job here and dispose of her. Green fire flared in his mind, his queen's words coming back but lacking the demand to be followed. She had told him to feed as much as he could without being caught, if he messed up the conductor's job then he would get caught.

"Oh, I will have company on this trip?" A stallion smiled as he stowed the little pack of goods he was carrying. "Applechaser." He offered Gel a hoof and, casually, the changeling looked around. Nopony was looking.

Gel lifted his hoof and stepped in, tapping against the offered one. But he didn't stop. Gel stepped in more and more, pressing himself over the male pony's body, wrapping head, shoulders, barrel and legs. He let the stallion's mane and tail exit neatly, but shifted his outer coat to match what the pony had looked like.

"Mine now." The words whispered into Applechaser's ears, he was terrified. Something… some strange pony, had engulfed him and was now all around him, something pushing at his nose and mouth as the odd liquid started to poke around more private places. "Just relax, pony, I can make this fun for you, or not fun." The words had him tremble in fear as he felt pressure gather at his tailhole, swelling until the liquid forced its way inside.

Spreading into the stallions rear and throat, Gel squeezed all over and especially one place. Laying down, forcing the trapped male to match his motions, Gel started to squeeze and massage the now hidden length. "I can do whatever I want with you now, you can't get free, you can't even stop me from making you feel pleasure. You certainly can't stop me drinking."

And Gel did drink, the stimulated stallion started to feel more and more pleasure, his body fighting with his mind and winning as the trapped male began to pant and try to buck. Gel fed long and deep, he didn't even need to use his fangs. "You like this." His words penetrated the inky darkness that Applechaser was trapped in. Gel hadn't let the pony see and certainly was controlling his hearing and touch just as effectively.

Gel feasted, the stallion was easy to bring to pleasure until most other thoughts fled the confused pony. "Where did that nice mare go?"

The conductor almost surprised Gel and he tipped his head around, looking back to the rear of the train car. "Oh," Gel forced the stallion's lungs to move as he needed them, the voice box of the pony under control, "she had to go to the little filly's room, to freshen up." Gel searched his new host's things, finding a ticket and offering it to the conductor.

"Well, the poor thing looked like it was her first time on a train, and she has already paid…"

"Why are you doing this to me?" The voice came from Gel's own mouth, but he knew it wasn't his. He had relaxed too far, the feel of being so full having put the odd changeling into an almost sleep-like doze. "Please let me go."

The words hit a part of him that Gel had no words for. A mare's face flashed in his memory, it was hazy, but he knew it was the first time he had drunk a pony down to nothing. "Why should I?" Gel was a little distracted, he had spoken with the pony's own mouth.

"Because I didn't hurt you… I don't think I could…" There was fear, resignation. Gel tended to the pony's body, bringing some stimulation. "P… please stop… stop that…"

"You are mine, I told you." Gel didn't let up, bringing that pleasure back into the pony's emotions and feeding Gel. "If you feed me well, again, I will let you go." Gel was shocked, why had he promised that? Why did he mean it?

"You… oh…" The stallion, lacking the full restraint of the strange changeling, bucked himself into the massaging grip around his shaft. "Oh… okay…"

"Good, when I reach Ponyville, I will pleasure you until you pass out and leave you on the train. If you wake and tell anypony about this, I will find you and next time I won't let you go." Gel squeezed the pony all over and felt an odd tingle of pleasure from that tight, hug-like embrace. "So be a good pony, my pony, and you will be free before the day is done."

"Than-thanks." Applechaser gave a soft whimper before Gel silenced him again, taking control of the pony's breathing and gripping him tighter all over, he made sure that their trip was going to be one neither would forget in a hurry.

Author's Note

I did remember to put the dark tag on this, right? Yup. Poor Gel's world is torn and broken by a queen that only wants one thing.

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