The straps of the corset were cinched tight by a drone. Zecora could see her spear to the side, but her hooves wouldn't obey her, she couldn't reach for it. "This spell you cast, it shall not last. My mind won't break, Ponyville I will retake." She glared at Chrysalis, but those slit, green eyes stared back. When did her eyes start to glow?

"You tell me you won't give in, but you are the last, zebra, the last free mind in all Equestria that isn't a changeling." Chrysalis reached a dark hoof out, the holes standing out, as she took hold of one of Zecora's fetlocks. "Rub, my little mindless pet, rub yourself, when you climax all your free thoughts will slide free with the pleasure."

Zecora couldn't stop the Queen from moving her hoof until it was resting against her mound. She wanted, needed to look away from Chrysalis' gaze, but she couldn't. "I will not… cannot…" Her voice faltered, her mind racing to find the rhymes that died on her tongue. She moaned softly, feeling the corset pull tighter still. Breathing shallow, Zecora didn't even realize the Queen's hoof wasn't guiding her anymore, she was slowly stroking herself.

"You will and you can. You don't need to worry, dear Zecora. Does it excite you that I know your name? You were greater than Celestia, greater even than the tasty Cadance. She feeds my drones, trapped in a pod, every ounce of her love being extracted." As Chrysalis spoke, Zecora found it harder and harder to think of ways out of her situation, every time she got an idea, another stroke of her inflamed lips pushed it free. "Another hoof perhaps? I really don't want to rush this, but you look like you want to be empty and mindless so much."

"N-N-No…" Zecora moaned, she couldn't pull her gaze away from the changeling's eyes long enough to see why her other hoof was moving down, between her back legs—but the moment it made contact she let out a whimper. "Yes," she spoke the word in such a tiny voice, she barely knew it was herself.

"Who do you serve?" Chrysalis loved this part of the game, she set the second hoof moving, watching as the zebra stroked herself, her musk soiling the ground under her. "You serve the changelings, my pet, you serve your queen."

Zecora managed to pull her head aside, slamming her eyes closed. "No!" She cried the word out, it was the last part of her resistance, and it started to work. One of her hooves lifted, then the other, she shoved them down into the ground and stood up, her will restored. The last dream of escape poured from Zecora's mind as soon as she stroked her clit for the first time, she was still stroking herself, still looking into her Queen's eyes. She opened her mouth to pant a little, a smile pulling at the corner of her lips. "I-I-I… I ssssss."

Chrysalis loved this, watching the mare buckle and break her own mind. Every little dream of escape would be had now, every scenario run through, before she was pulled back to her body by her own actions. "You. Serve. Changelings." The words came from Chrysalis, like liquid silk in the zebra's ears.

"I… I serve the… the changelings?" Zecora tried to shake her head, to clear it of the things that kept distracting her from what she needed to think of. Who do I serve? "The changelings."

"Good, pet. Now, fully. Who do you serve?" The words of her Queen were reinforced by the rising pleasure. Stroking herself helped so much, it cleared out all the things Z-Z-Z… The zebra sat a moment, realizing she had forgotten her own name. It was unimportant.

"The changelings, my Queen." The zebra mare's grin broke into a wide smile, a moan piercing the quiet forest. The soft sounds of the mare masturbating were drowned out by her cries of climax.

"Good pet, you will make a fine servant, of the Changeling Empire." Chrysalis reached down, fitting a neat collar around the mare's throat, buckling it closed and sealing the buckle with changeling goop. "For the rest of your life."

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