The marble floors of the Crystal Castle glimmered with the pink rays of the afternoon sun peering down through open windows. A crowd’s cheers from the outside reverberated throughout the edifice, broken up by excerpts from Princess Cadence’s soft and shaky speech from atop the balcony. Castle servants tore down the purple banners of Equestria which hung from the walls and hinges, and bore the Equestrian coat of arms. In their place, they set up the deep green Changeling banners which bore the black sigil of the Changeling race — the menacing countenance of the Changeling Queen, herself.
The empty hall echoed with hoof- and footsteps as Sunburst walked down it alongside Spike, both of them looking around at their surroundings with contented smiles drawn across their faces. Spike looked up to Sunburst to speak.
“Great day, isn’t it? I’m so happy to see Equestria finally accepting other cultures!”
Sunburst drew his gaze down to Spike. “I agree. The age of xenophobia is over. Good riddance.”
“Yeah! Opening our doors to the Changelings was a great decision. I mean, just think about all the neat stuff they’re going to do for Equestria.”
Sunburst nodded. “I appreciate the cultural enrichment that they will bring to us. The massive influx of migrants will mean our economy grows. Wages for working ponies will increase due to the expanding economy.”
“Yep!” Spike laughed. “I can’t believe Luna wanted to build a wall. How stupid of her. Doesn’t she know how culturally enriched we’ll be with the new migrants?”
“And Celestia was sympathetic, too.” Sunburst sighed, shaking his head. “Ugh, those millennia-old alicorns are so old-fashioned. I mean, it’s twenty-sixteen, you guys! All that experience from the past is giving them such bigoted, intolerant, ignorant beliefs that don’t fit with the modern world.”
Spike groaned. “Twenty-sixteen, and you still believe in border control? That is so ignorant. What next? Spend an entire percent of our tax budget on national defense? Have our sports arenas sing the national anthem before a game? Make it legal to use a doormat that isn’t colored like the Equestrian flag? It’s so problematic!”
“Problematic,” Sunburst echoed.
“Racist.”
“Ignorant.”
Spike tapped a finger on his chin. “You know, it’s Thorax’s last day here before he goes to Canterlot to make those demands of Celestia.”
Sunburst cocked an eyebrow. “Celestia? But isn’t she a problematic, ignorant bigot? I mean, she’s a fucking white mare!”
Spike shrugged. “Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. The universe bends over backwards for Twilight anyway. Nopony’s opinion really matters except hers, and she is an enlightened liberal like us.”
Sunburst blinked. “Eh. You’re right. Remind me, why were we going to go see him again?”
“To help him come up with things to demand from Equestria. We want to be as tolerant and open-minded as possible. The more we can do for the Changelings, the better.”
Sunburst grinned. “Agreed!”
Once Sunburst entered Thorax’s private quarters with Spike, he noticed the several suitcases and duffel bags scattered throughout the room. Only two things were free of rubbish: the opulent mahogany table, adorned with elegant curvature and lustrous polish rivaled only by the royal administrative desk of Celestia, herself; and the bed, a royal-sized piece whose mattress and pillows were stuffed with the finest goose feathers and draped with purple satin blankets outlined with pure golden thread.
Thorax stepped closer to Sunburst to speak. “Hey.”
Sunburst jolted in place. Then, along with Spike, he bowed his head down so deeply that his brow hung mere inches from the floor. “Greetings, Ambassador Thorax, Archduke of Tolerance, Archbishop of the Friendship Faith, Keeper of the Torch of the Enlightenment, Mouth of the Queen. We are forever humbled by your magnificent presence, resplendent and divine in grandeur. If it would not trouble you, Your Grace, we would wish to discuss with you matters which involve your realm’s utilization of our realm’s unyielding generosity.”
Thorax spat in Sunburst’s face; he laughed as Sunburst reacted to the spray of spittle with a smile. “We know what we want. We don’t need some dumb little cuckold with an ugly beard and some useless baby dragon telling us what to take.”
Sunburst deepened his bow. “A thousand apologies, Your Grace. It was wrong of me to be so presumptuous. Please forgive me, Your Grace, for my privileged Equestrian upbringing drives me to problematic behavior with neither my knowledge nor my consent.”
Thorax chuckled, then spat once again on Sunburst’s face. “Apology accepted, twerp.”
“Does that mean you will hear what we have to say, Your Grace? If you do not mind me asking, Your Grace.”
Another spray of spittle from Thorax on Sunburst. “Nah, screw that. I have different plans for you and the other fag.”
Without warning, the door behind Sunburst slammed shut. A key within its keyhole twisted counter-clockwise , then flung to the other side of the room by a green aura. Sunburst scanned his gaze around the room, retaining his submissive posture. Most of the suitcases and duffel bags flashed in green light; in their place appeared seven other Changelings, who surrounded them around a tight circumference.
Thorax cackled, letting his lips contort to a sadistic grin of knowing mirth. He looked to the other Changelings around him to command them. “Germ. Zurg. Ugg. Thrax. Have your way with the lizard on the bed. Neg. Mult. Karr. You’re with me on four-eyes over here.”
A Changeling with a chipped fang grinned at Thorax. “Permission to hold the fem-colt to the table, ‘Your Grace’?”
Thorax cackled. “Permission granted, Mult.”
Sunburst let Mult’s magical grip take him without contest. He felt the pressure of the weight on his hooves lift as he was brought aloft. As he watched his body float to the table in front of him, he considered struggling. But only for a second. Such thought was rife with bigotry; he purged it from his mind swiftly and with only slight rancor. Only tolerant thoughts were permitted for enlightened minds.
Once he made it to the table, Sunburst was flipped over so that his belly faced the sky, and his head was bent back so that his lower jaw was aligned with his neck. Thorax swaggered to Sunburst’s head, letting him catch a glimpse of the immense black length which dangled between Thorax’s lower legs. Sunburst’s natural instinct made him quake in fear. He attempted to abate his shaking, as he did not want to appear homophobic.
Thorax’s grin widened at the same time as his length hardened. He mounted the table; Sunburst could feel the phallus running its warmth down his neck, and the scrotum smothering his nostrils while filling them with noxious odor.
“Alright,” Thorax said. “Karr. Check if this thing’s colt-pussy can take a cock. Neg, watch the fag. If it tries to stimulate its pathetic clit, jab out one of its eyes.”
“Yes, sir,” said Karr and Neg in unison.
Thorax chuckled. “Now… open your mouth, twerp.”
Sunburst shut his eyes, and did as he was commanded. He heard yet another chuckle from Thorax, then felt two ovoid masses slide, covered in a hairy bag of loose skin, get shoved in his mouth. The Changeling scrotum filled the entire orifice, forcing his tongue to suffer the taste of dirt and rancid bug-fluid. The sensation made him gag. He cursed his reflexes for making him look ignorant.
“Suck them,” Thorax barked.
Sunburst complied, suckling on Thorax’s testes as he would have suckled a mother’s teat. The sensation of having something in his mouth to suck gave him scant relief. It was as if he was the baby, and these balls were the pacifier. A smile stretched across Sunburst’s face as he embraced this more positive, therefore more tolerant, interpretation of his current situation.
After only a few short moments, Sunburst felt a prodding at his anus, which had been exposed by the spreading of his legs and gravity’s downward pull on his tail. He flinched, but did not struggle.
“This actually looks a bit loose,” said Karr. “I don’t even think we’ll need lubricant. The ripping and tearing should be enough.”
“I don’t doubt that at all,” Thorax replied. “But there is a way to make sure.”
Thorax withdrew his ballsack from Sunburst’s mouth, then shoved his cock into Sunburst’s throat with a single mighty thrust. The black mass stretched Sunburst’s esophagus around all sides, stopping just under the middle of his sternum. The spit-covered scrotum once again smothered his nostrils. Not that it mattered, since the cock in his throat blocked any air flow through his windpipe.
As the cock slid up and down Sunburst’s throat in piston motion, Sunburst’s struggles for air were in vain; they served only to contract his throat around Thorax’s cock with every attempted gasp. Thorax’s phallus twitched. Resistance only made it harder.
A sharp pain emerged from within Sunburst’s throat as the walls of his esophagus were pounded and stretched to the point where they split open and erupted with blood. Thorax’s dick twitched a second time; Thorax let out a grunt. Sunburst’s eyes began to well with tears. His crying left him confused, wondering whether he should challenge the male stereotype where a stallion could not express his emotions by crying, or keep from looking like a homophobic bigot in front of his black assailants. The confusion only added to his torment.
Spike’s anguished screams filled the room from just a short distance away. Sunburst could not believe that Spike could be so insensitive as to express anguish outright, so he told himself that they were actually screams of pleasure, then embraced the idea wholeheartedly. To change one’s perceptions of reality at will, and to hold two opposing ideas in one’s mind while believing them both — these were skills that all enlightened minds, such as his, had to master.
Thorax chuckled as he withdrew his phallus from Sunburst’s ruined throat and dismounted himself from the table. “Now for the main course.”
Sunburst said nothing, as he put all his energy into gasping for much-needed air. Any word that he attempted to utter came out as a simpering babble.
With confident gait, Thorax walked around Sunburst, then mounted the opposite side of the table, letting Sunburst feel the tip of his cock prod and tease his anus. Sunburst, to his horror, felt blood rushing to his sex, expanding it from its sheath and letting it dangle hard over his belly. Blood also rushed to his cheeks; a warm pigment swelled in his face.
Thorax chuckled. “I knew he was a fag!” Another chuckle. “Karr. Fuck the throat. I want you prepped up for when I’m finished. Neg, then Mult, you take his place when he takes mine.”
“Yes, sir!” exclaimed the three Changelings in unison.
Thorax unleashed a mighty roar of a cackle, then bellowed, “Blanda Upp!”
Sunburst wailed in anguish as Thorax thrust the cock into his colt-pussy, splitting the anal walls wide open and making them gush with blood through numerous rips and tears. The torrent of sanguine liquid rushed out of his destroyed asshole, coating his tail and forming a pool underneath. Each gaping wound stretched further with every thrust.
Then, once again, a cock, this one much more girthy and long, forced itself into Sunburst’s throat, this time from Karr. The thrusts from this new phallus were harder and in more rapid succession. The ballsack slapped against his muzzle and forehead with each motion. Both his throat and his anus bled profusely; his wounds were rubbed with the dirt and salty sweat that laced the two fuck-sticks inside him. Sunburst repeated the mantra in his mind: ‘I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it.’
Thorax’s cock rumbled with pleasure. Then, after His Grace let out a joyous roar, Sunburst felt his rectum fill with viscous fluid erupting from the cock inside it. Once it landed on his rectal walls, it put a searing burn on them, sending a shock of unimaginable agony throughout his body. With a sigh, Thorax withdrew his cock from Sunburst’s anus.
Brief respite came when Karr slid his cock out of Sunburst’s throat. Sunburst gasped for air, then opened his eyes, yet could not see past the fog that pervaded his eyeglasses. Once seeing the futility of attempting to look at his surroundings, he shut his eyes again.
Thorax chortled. “This fem-colt was made for taking black cock.”
The other Changelings laughed with him.
Sunburst felt the tips of two cocks tease his mouth and asshole, then thrust forth in tandem. Once more, Sunburst struggled for air and tolerated the splitting of his anus. The lack of air and the suffering throughout his body made the world spin around him. Eventually, pain and humiliation gave way to blackness and solitude. His mind shut itself down, hoping not to awaken until the ordeal ceased.
The slumber was cut short by a swift hoof-strike to the side of the head.
“It fainted!” shouted Mult as he mounted the table near Sunburst’s rear end, “I can’t believe you guys didn’t notice until the last minute.”
Thorax chuckled. “It’s fine. At least he’s awake now, and you can see its face when you shove in your mega-cock.”
“Hmph.”
The last assailant did not even bother prodding the anus before shoving himself in. Mega-cock, indeed — Mult’s member was so wide that it squeezed Sunburst’s perineal muscles up against his pelvis, and tore the outer ring of his anus asunder. Although Sunburst let out a blood-curdling scream in his mind, his body only let out a gurgling moan. Bits of the blood gushing into his throat sprinkled into his lungs with each breath, yet for lack of a solid cock to obstruct his air flow, he could still breathe. For that, he was thankful, as he could breathe well enough to stay alive, but not well enough to let out any screams or wails that would make him look intolerant or homophobic.
Mult cackled. “Alright, you faggot. Tell me how much you like it.”
Sunburst coughed blood out of his lungs and throat so he could speak. “I love it.”
“Say, ‘I’m a fucking faggot and I love big black cock in my pussy’.”
He coughed again. “I-… I’m a fu- *cough* fucking faggot and I lo- *cough* love big black cock in my pussy.”
“Louder!”
Sunburst struggled to raise his voice. He shouted, frantically and in a single breath, “I’m a fucking faggot and I love big black cock in my pussyyyyyyy!”
Mult boomed with a deep baritone grunt as he strengthened his efforts. Sunburst was, indeed, shocked that the Changeling had strength to spare. With each thrust, Sunburst felt his innards loosen and tear. Then, Mult stopped his thrusts, holding his phallus deep inside Sunburst as he filled Sunburst’s rectum to the brim with acidic Changeling semen. Another grunt, then Mult pulled his cock outward, fighting the friction between his member and the ruined orifice. After a mighty yank, he succeeded; Sunburst’s rectum prolapsed out from his anus with the motion, resembling a lustrous and fleshy rose between his haunches that simpered and ran with blood.
Sunburst fought his urge to faint once again, as after he caught his breath, he had one last thing to say: “Did you enjoy using my body, Your Grace?”
Thorax unleashed a bellowing cackle, then spat on Sunburst’s bleeding anal prolapse. “You know what? I think I did. Such a compliant little fuck-toy.” He turned towards the door along with all the other Changelings, then unlatched the lock on the door with the key in his magical grip before tossing both lock and key aside, and swinging the door open. “You could use some practice,” he said to Sunburst. “Go fuck some more cocks before we come back. Your virginity’s gone now, so the novelty isn’t there anymore. Get some experience. Then we might go easier on you next time.”
Sunburst let out a defeated sigh. “Yes, Your Grace. Anything for our beloved Changeling refugees.”
The Changelings all shared a laugh, then stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind them. Sunburst felt Mult’s magical grip on him disappear, then let his body slink over on its side, its lower part hanging down from the edge of the table.
With the Changelings gone, Sunburst let the tears welling in his eyes erupt and rush down his cheeks. In unison, he and Spike filled the room with the high-pitched shrieks and squeals that defined their sobbing. Sunburst took the pathetic nature of his crying as a source of pride, as it was a defiance of gender stereotypes. A lesser mind would have tried to escape, or Friendship forbid, fight back. He knew in his heart that his choice was the one of true strength. Moral strength. By allowing the Changelings to take advantage of him, he showed that he was the bigger pony. Even as he laid on his side, quivering on the mahogany table of a foreign dignitary; even with a prolapsed rectum laced with blood and acidic semen, and with a throat so thoroughly pulverized that he could hardly speak; he had the moral high ground. He won the moral battle. This gave him a satisfaction that only an enlightened mind could understand: the satisfaction that came from being and doing good. Although it did not stop his crying, it did keep him from regretting his capitulation. So he decided that from now on, despite being generally attracted to feminine characteristics (not “straight” — that would be heteronormative, thus problematic), he was going to make it his mission to please as many stallion cocks as he could, as it was to be in service to both the greater good and to enlightened liberal ideals.
