Total Changeling Domination

“Wakey wakey!” A gruff voice tauntingly called out as the cage tilted upwards at an angle. Four fashionable ponies tumbled out of the exquisite metal onto a coarse rocky surface.

Rarity rubbed her head wearily as she and the others awoke from their magic-induced slumber. Feeling as though their bodies lusted for action as a direct result of the climaxes they achieved in their forced sleep.

“You ponies aren’t in Equestria anymore!” A male dragon was heard snickering to the side.

“I call the fat-titted one!” Another called out, a long forked tongue rolling across his lips as he stared down Rarity.

“The young one’s mine!” A dragon in the back exclaimed as he eye Sweetie Belle soft and supple nude body. “No changelings here to protect you sluts anymore…”

Rarity, Coco, Suri, and Sweetie Belle all deduced they had been transported to none other than the Dragon Lands themselves! A harsh overbearing sun bore down on them from above. Rocky formations and the occasional stream of lava was all that they could see around them. They were in a lowered pit, that appeared as though it would be difficult to escape from without the ability to fly.

But enough of the environment. The more pressing matter at hand was the fact that all four of the vulnerable mares were being surrounded by a pack of horny male dragons! The naked mares pressed their backs against one another as they were circled by the lust-crazed creatures. They shook in horny fear, unsure of their very fates. Then… the dragon’s legs became bare, revealing not one, but two gem hard shafts dangling on each dragon.

Suddenly, Rarity found the courage to do the heroic thing.

“P-please, fair-minded dragons. Do what you will with me and my body. Fulfill your lusts to your heart's desire but leave my friends be,” the fashionista proclaimed with a huff as she stood up tall to meet the advancing dragons.

“D-don’t try to be a hero, Rarity,” the normally shy and timid mare spoke out now as she to took a stand, pushing Rarity behind her. “Take me in their place! Please! Hold nothing back!”

“NO!” Sweetie Belle shot in. “Use me instead! I’m the one you want! Do whatever you will with me!”

The pack of dragons all exchanged semi-confused glances between the three strangely heroic mares. Each of them seemingly willing to sacrifice themselves for the other, even if it meant being the only one in a massive dragon gangbang. Perhaps this is what friendship looked like?

Meanwhile, both of Suri’s palms had found their way to her face. “Oh my freaking Celestia! Just share the cocks you horny cows!!” she shouted frustratedly.

“Get back! All of you!” Another voice was heard. A female dragon’s voice. One that was rather familiar to Rarity. “Now!” Dragon Lord Ember yelled as she flew down wielding the Bloodstone Scepter followed by her assistant, a pink scaly female dragon.

“Oh, come on!!” Garble growled angrily. “We got your dumb little ponies here exactly like you told us to! The least you could do is let us have a little fun with them!”

“Yeah! To reward us for our hard work!” Another dragon concurred.

The blood-red stone atop the scepter glowed with
a bright glow, seemingly embracing the other dragons present. “Go find a pair of rocks that look like boobs and jack off to that,” Ember ordered sternly. “As a group!”

“Awww, but that’ll be totally gay!” Garble whined.

“I order you to do it!”

The dragons groaned in annoyance but, surprisingly offered no other outbursts to their leader. Instead, the pack of horny males disbursed to comply with her demands.

“Was looking for when you ponies would arrive,” Ember said as she helped Suri to her feet. “They tried to do the same thing with the other mares I asked them to take. They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“No… thankfully,” Suri replied, shooting an ugly look to her fellow mares.

Rarity had to do a double take upon seeing the dragoness. For the life of her, she could not remember how long it had been since she had seen another fellow member of the female gender wearing anything to conceal their bodily assets from public view. But Ember went far and beyond what mares used to wear before the changelings invaded. It was not as concealing as the set she had wore during the Gauntlet of Fire rather, the dragon wore what appeared to be a golden-plated chest and leg armor, covering just slightly more than what the dictionary defined a bikini to be. That wasn’t to say that it didn’t display enough of the dragon’s busty cleavage and thick thighs to drive the mare, and for that matter, Ember’s male dragon subordinates, wild. Just what exactly were they feeding dragon lords these days?

However, the presence of armor rather than traditional clothing reminded Rarity of the grim reality. The dragons were likely preparing for battle. Perhaps, if they would allow it, she could work to make the dragons go into war in style.

“Come on, your friends are waiting for you inside,” Ember said, beckoning the mares with her scepter. “Just follow Ballista. she can find you girls something to wear while she’s at it.”

“Ummmm… I-I think we would prefer to stay like this,” Coco muttered.

“Yeah, they said the same thing. Now come on.” Ballista said as she led the ponies into a nearby cave entrance containing a series of tunnels that lead deep into the earth.

Rarity’s optimistic side had given Ember the benefit of the doubt. She thought that perhaps by abducting them and, hopefully, subjecting them to demeaning treatments for her own sexual gratification, it would show the first signs of dragons signalling they were ready to adopt changeling culture. Hopefully they were on their way to some high class drakes to service with Ember. The fashionista was already itching to get Ember out of that concealing armor.

But Ballista remained stoically silent throughout the walk, all the while Rarity and the others pulled at their collars as they noticed the temperature around them slowly going up. And not from the mood in the air either.

“In here,” Ballista said once they arrived, gesturing a claw over to what appeared to be an underground hot spring. The room was dim, but almost romantically lit orange from the magma lights, the same source of heat warming the pools of water. And to Rarity and her sister’s delight, they soon spotted Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo, and Applebloom relaxing peacefully in them. The mares themselves were likewise naked… but there were no males to around to be seen. Nor was there even the slightest smell of sex in the air to hint the girls had had any bit of fun before their arrival.

“E-excuse me, Ballista, is it?” Rarity finally broke her streak of silence to speak. “But what, pray tell, is your exact purpose for us being here? Is there something or someone that needs to be done?”

“No,” she replied flatly, staring at the sluts who so eagerly chose to flaunt their assets about. “You’re just here to be hostages.”

There was a moment of silence. One the dragoness expected the pack of ponies to have taken to move into the room, but they rather chose to stand there staring shocked at their host.

“Wait… what did you say?” Sweetie Belle asked. “It sounded almost like you said we would be hostag-”

“If the changelings set a single foot into our territory we’ll eat you ponies alive. It’s that simple.”

With a strong heft of her wings, the dragon blew the four stunned mares into the room, who collectively landed in the warm water with a crashing splash.

“You better hope those changelings care as much for your lives as they pretend to,” the dragoness added before flying to the side of the room’s entrance. Displaying a casual yet rather formidable amount of strength, she pushed a giant boulder to cover the exit, sealing the mares trapped inside.

“Seems like we got the short end of the stick on this here adventure…” Applejack said dryly as the four mares’ heads emerged from the water. Like many trained mares, the last thing they had expected from being kidnapped was their lives to be put in danger.

“Wait…” Coco spoke shyly, with a crimson blush crossing her cheeks as she pushed her two index fingers together. “When she said ‘eat us’... did she mean they might... swallow us whole?”

With a bare black changeling foot, Chrysalis barged back into the Cutie Map/Improvised changeling war room holding the entirety of a sighing Twilight’s body underneath her arm like a rug. Spike followed from behind, wisely giving the queen a bit of breathing room given the circumstances.

“Lock down everything! I want full patrols combing every inch of this land until my mares are found!” Chrysalis angrily ordered her men. “And bring me the perpetrators responsible for this alive…” she added with a menacing scowl.

“Ummm, Chrysalis,” Twilight said from her spot on the changeling’s side, “you don’t have to hold me like this. I’m pretty sure whoever took Rarity and the others aren’t going to abduct me now. In fact, they are probably long gone.”

“Oh, it’s sweet of you to try and comfort me, dear,” Chrysalis cooed, which came off slightly off-putting to the alicorn seeing as she made such a sudden switch from angrily barking orders to showing her trademark affection. “But this little incident just shows me how much I’ve taken you for granted.” Using her changeling magic, she hosited the alicorn’s body up in front of her before smothering the princess in a giant hug, treating her as if she were a cuddly stuffed animal.

“Oof!” Twilight winced as her bare body pressed into the affectionate changeling. Their breasts mashing together in their usual display of affection. One Spike subtly scooted over to the side to catch a better glimpse of. “W-well I suppose it’s always nice to be appreciated.”

“Get used to it, Twilight. From now on, it’s all about you,” Chrysalis said with a smile, which quickly morphed into a grin of the naughty variety. “What would you say to grabbing the other you from that school next door, and any human boy of your choosing, take them up to my chambers and have ourselves a little fourway for a few hours? Hmmm? I would love it if you would be there when your counterpart is finally impregnated. Such a stubborn womb on that one. Not at all like yours.”

“Heh-wow, actually, that does sound pretty enticing,” Twilight said with a slight blush as the potential images of such a romp already began to flash through her mind. It was then she noticed Spike, her official master, standing in the back of the room silent. “Ummm, but Chrysalis, I don’t think we should forget about my owner,” she added, gesturing over to the dragon.

Chrysalis shot an annoyed glare in Spike’s direction, a look that Twilight didn’t manage to see, before turning back to the alicorn. “I suppose he can attend,” Chrysalis said rather reluctantly. “But… he may only watch from afar… In a metal cage. Tied, bound… and with a gag! Oooo! Brilliant idea, Twilight. That’s why I love you so!” The changeling squealed almost adorably as she redoubled her hugging efforts. “From now on, I’m never letting you out of my sights!”

All of sudden Twilight gave a slight jump as a tingle raced up her spine. Her hands shot between her legs as she release an audible moan as her cutie mark began to not only glow but also vibrate. The latter of which was a recent change that came to be realized after the Cutie Map was altered by changeling magic. Rather than focus on mere friendship problems the map now also pointed out locations for selected ponies to travel to promote changeling’s interests. Twilight wagered the map had reasoned helping the changelings brought everyone closer to world peace than helping some ponies get along.

But it wasn’t just Twilight’s cutie mark that was shown… it was Spike’s spikes as well. Both floating above Manehattan, revolving in a sparkly circle around it. Twilight was squirming slightly on her feet as her cutie mark vibrations sent pleasurable shockwaves coursing through her body. Spike, on the other hand, did not receive such treatment.

“Ahhhh… ooooo, I’m usually not this close to the map when it goes off!” Twilight exclaimed. “Looks like we have another train to catch, Spike!”

Spike too looked excited for another cutie adventure, but more so happy to have an excuse to vacate the castle and the crazy changeling queen inside it.

“Of course this happens now…” Chrysalis growled, gazing at the two rotating marks above the magical crystal map. It was almost the worst possible event. She knew how strict Twilight was when it came to the map. They had to go, and only the individuals selected by the map could go. One of Twilight’s few flaws in Chrysalis’s mind was that she listened to a map rather than her. Though she understood not seeing to whatever it was the map wanted would likely mean her cutie mark would vibrate off the hook and drive her crazy.

“Sorry, Chrysalis. I guess we’ll have to rain check those plans,” Twilight said with a touch of remorse.

“I understand, dear. However, I don’t approve of your traveling company…” Chrysalis muttered, staring at Spike’s symbol rotating around on the map.

“You mean Spike? He’s perfect! A girl like me travelling alone in Manehattan? You know I would get swarmed by stallions before I made it a single block! I can live without a hundred cocks trying to ordain ownership over me in the middle of sex.”

“He isn’t trustworthy!” Chrysalis said in a slight whisper, shooting a suspicious glance to the dragon. “How do we know he isn’t responsible for your friends’ abductions?! You and I both know he has always had an eye on Rarity and her younger sister. I suspect he likely wants to consume them for food, but that’s besides the point.”

“If Spike wanted to steal me away, he could just order me to go with him. He’s my master after all!” Twilight said with a lighthearted giggle, as always having a laugh at Chrysalis’s sarcastic side. Or at least, she assumed that was what it was. “And don’t worry about the kidnappers out there. They aren’t here, so they won’t know about this trip. They won’t expect us to be in Manehattan. Spike can still protect me if anything does happen.”

Chrysalis pouted a moment in thought before shrugging “Fine… I suppose I’ll allow it. Dragon! Front and center!” Chrysalis barked at Spike, still hanging a ways back from the Cutie Map.

“Ummmm… that’s okay. I’m good over here,” Spike responded.

“What was that?!” Chrysalis shot back.

“N-nothing!” Spike quickly exclaimed, rushing forward to meet the changeling queen and his alicorn pet.

Chrysalis leaned forward to meet Spike’s ear before softly whispering something to the dragon unheard by Twilight. Afterwards, she turned back to the purple pony and beamed. “Be back soon you two!”

“Don’t worry! We will!” Twilight said merrily, before turning to her companion. “You want to get ready to-S-Spike? Is everything okay?” For some reason, Spike was shaking, frozen, the color drained from his face as he dripped copious amounts of nervous sweat. Perhaps he was coming down with an illness.

“Y-y-y-eah… L-let just get going. P-please…”

“I really don’t like the look of this place…” Twilight shivered as she cuddled up closer to Spike’s side, walking through a shifty-looking Manehattan neighborhood. It wasn’t a dazzling display full of bright lights and towering buildings like in the epicenter of a hundred skyscrapers Twilight had originally envisioned when being tasked to travel here, but rather a run down street that managed to look abandoned even though there were ponies living here! “There’s not a changeling anywhere! I thought they would have cleaned up these kinds of places!”

“Twilight,” Spike replied, “you know changelings only go where there’s some hot pony pussy. And the mares I’ve seen here are like a… seven at best.”

It was because of that very fact Twilight feared she was standing out. Not aided by the fact that she was always naked, now she felt even more vulnerable here! This wasn’t a place for an alicorn’s body to be flaunted around! The way the shady-looking stallions were eyeing her suggested they were just waiting for the opportunity to pounce on her and drag her into one of the many dark alleys where they lived. And it looked they would be willing to do so in the pre-changeling times. Twilight was just glad she had a slightly intimidating dragon at her side to ward them all off. Otherwise she feared she would have since been at the receiving end of the entire neighborhood’s cock & cum supply and never would have accomplished the task she was sent here to do by the Cutie Map. Besides, she had done enough community service hours for the week.

The streets were dusty and dirty. Every other window was either broken or boarded up. There was more graffiti on the walls than actual paint. For the life of Twilight, she didn’t have the faintest idea why anyone in the right mind would even visit this place! Let alone live here!

Through the actual area looked awful without a changeling in sight, it was clear the ponies here were still under changeling rule. The “low quality mares” as a changeling would put it, still carried on about their days collared and completely naked. Twilight witnessed a lone mare and what appeared to but her daughter snagged by a pair of stallions. The two girls didn’t even struggle as they were hauled away to a nearby cardboard box she assumed to be the stallions’ home. They made sure to close the flaps before they began.

“From what I’m guessing, this area is a prime target for illegal drug use on mares,” Spike commented idly from the side. “You know… the kind of aphrodisiac that can cause a light breeze over a mare’s nethers to send her into an insane hour long orgasm. They were outlawed because it was proven to rot a mare’s brain and render her addicted to the substance. So… ummm, I would watch out for any needles while you’re here, Twilight…”

“Spike… w-why don’t you look nervous at all? This type of place would have you shaking in fear before,” Twilight asked, keeping an alert eye on any potential drifters who had no quarls shanking a dragon and claiming an alicorn as their new sex slave.

“Compared to living with Chrysalis?” Spike almost chuckled. “This is a breeze! I was thinking of finding a reason to stay here longer after we find whoever we’re looking for. I’ve had more threats upon my life than I can count from her! And really, the only reason she hasn’t followed through with any of them is because she doesn’t want to make you upset! Sheesh! I don’t know how Shining Armor puts up with her as a slave.”

“You know Chrysalis is just being playful with you, Spike,” Twilight chuckled now. “That’s her thing. She would never actually seriously hurt you. It’s just what she’s into! And... as a male it would make her happy if you at least try to indulge her in her kinks.”

“But-!”

“Oh, there’s a lot of ponies! Let’s see if our task is in here!” Twilight said, running up the stairs and into the double doors where it seemed a crowd was congregating. Crowds usually meant some semblance of safety in these types of places anyway.

“Damnit,” Spike groaned as he rushed after his purple sex pet into the building. For such a dilapidated area, it was a surprise to see so many of the residents gathered in one space. The more insensitive part of Spike would have suggested this was the neighborhood’s homeless shelter. But, the mass of junky chairs aimed at a shaky wooden stage suggested otherwise.

Typical. This was none other than an auction house for pony sex slaves!... A house that apparently couldn’t afford a janitor to save its life.

Spike quickly found his alicorn at the back end of the room staring up at the stage with a puzzled expression. Thankfully, it appeared as though the auction was about to begin, so the shifty-looking stallions in the room payed little mind to Twilight for once.

“Ugggg… look at this place,” Twilight said in slight disgust as Spike found his way to her side. “It’s a complete disaster! Just because the changelings changed a bunch of our laws doesn’t mean there’s no more safety regulations anymore! I’m seeing at least five glaring violations right now! Haven’t they been fined?!”

“Uh, Twilight, I think these ponies have other things to worry about them some safety violations of the building they’re in…” Spike muttered. “Besides! We’re supposed to be looking for whoever or whatever the map sent us here to find! We shouldn’t be getting distracted.”

“B-but just look at that sign hanging above the stage! It looks like it’s one shake away from falling and crushing anyone below it!” Sure enough a large half-blinking neon sign looking like it weighed a good few hundred pounds was positioned above the stage advertising Flint’s Discount Cock Cuddlers, appeared as though it had seen better days and was very well on its way to falling. Though Spike was more offput that the sign’s acronym didn’t spell anything clever this time.

A sicky pony cleared his throat as he stepped up onto center stage. “Alright, sit down and shut up all of you,” Flint, a rather aged stallion coughed as he impatiently beckoned the first mare onto the stage. A naked brown freckled earth pony mare, with rather average hips and tits. It appeared as though the changeling hadn’t worked their magic on this mare yet.

Flint slapped the roof of the mare. “This bad girl here can fit so much fucking cum in her,” he said. Spike gave a slight cringe at the forced reference. “Her name is… uhhh, really, who gives a fuck? Why don’t you tell us something sexy about yourself, sugartits,” Flint droned, unenthusiastically as he merely went through the motions of his sale. The mare, however, maintained a bright cheerful expression on herself, seemingly unbothered by the dark and gloomy setting she had been brought to be sold in.

“Well...” Twilight figured as she worked the numbers in her mind. Might as well as long as they were there. Meanwhile, the mare on stage cheerfully recounted every one of her family members that took advantage of her and her body after the temporary collapse of Equestria. “Her figure isn’t much to look at, but she does have the right eager attitude for a sex slave! Kind of reminds me of Pinkie Pie.”

“Her looks can be fixed with some changeling magic, but she could always be faking a smile just so she’ll get sold to a better owner,” Spike said. “I’m guessing she’ll to sell for at least 200 bits.”

“What?! No... 250 bits! Easily!” Twilight countered.

“Uhhh… Twi-Twilight…” Spike studded, his voice laced with sudden almost familiar fear.

“You’ve got to account for her cute face too!” Twilight went on, oblivious to Spike tone.

“T-twilight…”

“And she’s thin too! She’s obviously been working out a bit and cares how a man views her body, rightfully so of course. Most stallions would prefer a naturally thin mare rather one that’s been magically altered to be thin. So points for that too!”

“We’ll start the bidding at 100 bits!” Flint announced, interrupting the mare’s recount of her joyous time spent in Appleloosa before the changelings rescued her.

“Twilight… I think I found out what, I mean, who we came here to find…” Spike shuddered.

“Really? The mare on stage?” Twilight asked. Though, upon noticing Spike’s fearful gaze wasn’t looking at the stage, but rather targeted directly at the darkest far corner of the room she turned her head.

There, shrouded in darkness, with skin to match, was a female changeling. Her arms folded, legs crossed as she leaned up against the wall. Azure blue hair flowed endlessly in motion, reaching down to her legs. Standing at what Twilight estimated to be at least a whopping seven feet tall… there was no collar around her neck, no naked body to be seen, and even… no eyes to be spotted either. Rather she wore a thick black blindfold that completely covered the space where her eyes would be. Along with that, a two piece black dress that flowed down far beneath her knees, concealing a suspected bountiful figure within.

Spike and Twilight exchanged glances with each other as both seemingly gave a nervous gulp at the same time. For the time being they ignored the auction on stage as they both made their way back to the changeling.

“Please don’t be anything like Chrysalis… Please please pleasebe the exact opposite of Chrysalis…” Spike begged silently to whatever Gods that were listening.

The duo walked up to meet the female changeling, slightly apprehensive to see the woman give no noticeable reaction to their presence.

“Uhhh h-hello?” Spike asked to her. “Are you the one the map sent us here to find?” No response. The changeling gave no motion whatsoever. The blindfold didn’t really help in that regard either. Perhaps she couldn’t hear as well? “Do you know Chrysalis? Are you here to help us? Are you another queen?”

“Maybe… she’s sleeping?” Twilight asked.

“Why would she been sleeping?” Spike asked. “She’s standing up!”

“Well neither of us know everything a changeling can do! Maybe they can doze off while on two legs!” Twilight countered. “You know Chrysalis can rotate her head all the way around like an owl!”

“Oh Celestia, please don’t make me picture that,” Spike shuddered. “I already have enough to associate Chrysalis with possessed demons, thank you very much.”

“Do I hear 100 bits? 100 bits anyone?” Flint boredly droned on in the background to the silent audience. Many of the stallions in the chairs were actually sleeping. Others were just using it as a nice place to sit down and make out with their partners.

All of a sudden the changeling woman lurched into motion. Spike and Twilight nearly jumped out of their own bodies as the towering changeling started to move. Twilight fearfully hopped behind Spike as she braced for impact, suppressing a frightened outburst. But the changeling ignored them both, instead silently making her way towards the action stage.

“90 bits?” Flint asked to no response. “80? 75? 60? 50?” The slave mare’s smile never dimmed as her price was continuously lowered.

Though it was little coincidence the audience started to wake up when they saw something as strange as a blindfolded changeling women calmly walking up to the center of the stage. Flint and the rest of the crowd were struck in a silent confused state as the changeling stood mere inches away from the puzzled mare who stared back at the dark figure.

“Is… is she going to buy her?” Spike asked quietly to Twilight, who was about as lost as he was. It would have been a steal. Could likely turn a profit on such a mare if they brought her to be sold in the right neighborhood.

As if to confirm their initial suspicions, the predictably strong changeling picked up the mare, hoisting her over her head like a wooden plank for a moment as she walked five steps to the right, then immediately set the mare back down onto the stage, mere feet away from where the mare had been standing previously.

The crowd remained equally as confused as the changeling said nothing and walked away, back to where Twilight and Spike stood. The two blinked in surprise, noticing she was now standing before them.

“Uhhh, h-hi there,” Twilight said with a tiny wave of her hand. “You might find this is crazy but we think a-”

“I see. Let us go,” she said plainly in a soft flowing echoed voice before walking out the door. Before the pair could follow, a sudden familiar glowing light was seen as Twilight’s cutie mark and well as Spike’s spines starting to glow. Twilight’s, of course, releasing a good amount of sexual pleasure that coursed through her body as a reward of a job well done.

“T-that was it? The map just wanted us to find this one changeling? Seriously? What’s the deal with that?” Spike mumbled to the alicorn, half disappointed they wouldn’t be gone longer. The pair exchanged one final set of glances at each other. Confused beyond belief, before shrugging and following after her. Quickly scampering out of the building, back onto the street, and after the strange female changeling.

All of a sudden, a thunderous crash rang out for back inside the of the auction house, sending tremors through the ground that they even felt outside. Immediately followed by the unmistakable sound of panicked yelps and frightened cries from mares. An array of screams were heard, ones that reeked of horror rather than pleasure.

“W-what was that?!” Twilight did a double take back in the direction of the auction house they had came out of. She couldn’t help herself, or her curiosity. Momentarily forgetting their task at hand and this changeling, she flapped her wings as she quickly flew back into the building to see what had caused the terrible commotion. Sure enough, through a haze of dust and frightened ponies she saw it.

Flint’s massive sign had finally fallen from its weary hingies. It lay broken on the wooden stage, having crushed the stage below. The exact spot the mare for sale had been standing mere seconds ago...

Back in the Cutie Map room, one of Chrysalis’s most trusted and loyal guards, Aristate, approached before bowing. “My queen, the ponies have passed on a report. After their investigation they have determined that multiple dragons were responsible for the recent abductions. The element of harmony mares and their friends have most likely been taken to the Dragon Lands.”

Chrysalis’s gaze quickly shot back to the area on the map with a glare. “If that’s the way it is,” she muttered with contempt. “If dragons are going to be the aggressors in this conflict I have little choice. History will tell who started this.” She turned back to Aristate. “Prepare the swarm for w-!”

“We’re back…” Twilight announced awkwardly, bringing an abrupt halt to Chrysalis’s announcement. Like a toggled light switch, the queen immediately switched moods.

“Welcome back, my dear!” She said warmly turning to meet her favorite mare. “I had thought you would have been gone longer-” Chrysalis’s words came to an another abrupt and dead halt as she noticed the companion that Twilight and Spike had brought back with them. A companion that had not said a single thing on the train ride back. And had even moved so little, they thought she was dead. The towering blue changeling calmly walked past the alicorn into the Cutie Map war room.

“Wha-No… nononono-no!” Chrysalis suddenly exclaimed, more shocked than angry. Though an obvious mix of the two were occuring. “What are you doing here, Chrona?!”

The changeling responded with only silence, wearing an emotionless stoic face… at least from what anyone could tell with the blindfold she wore. Spike, on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice the changeling drones littered across the room, for the first time in what could have possibly been years, actually looked... scared. Sweating even. Some even slowly inched towards the door, looking for an opportunity to bolt out of there. Even Aristate, for one of Chrysalis’s most powerful of guards, looked more nervous than most.

“I’m in charge here!” Chrysalis reaffirmed with a firm stomp. “Not you!”

“Continue,” Chrona said plainly, in the same echoing voice that reverberated in Spike’s ears. She walked over to stand before the queen. The height difference between the two was simply staggering.

“Those moronic dragons have taken some of my own mares!” Chrysalis growled. “I am doing the right thing by invading their lands to rescue th-”

*SLAP*

The sound of contact rang out through the entire Friendship Castle. The hand of Chrona having found its way to Chrysalis’s cheek in an attack laced to the brim with magically-induced changeling strength and speed. The force of the impact sent the stunned changeling queen flying to the side, where she slammed into the wall, her body sinking into the solid crystal like it was thin glass.

That did it. But rather than charge at this mysterious changeling who had so brazenly attacked their queen, and a woman, in front of them, the drones instead opted to fly out of the room with their tails between their legs.

Spike’s gaze was frozen on the Chrysalis-shaped hole in the wall that the queen had made. His heart started to swell… He had forgotten, but now knew. This was what true joy felt like.

Before Aristate could bolt as well, Chrona turned her attention to him. “Out…” she muttered.

“Y-y-yeah, I’m l-leaving,” the guard drone said quickly as he turned to hurriedly vacate the room like the others. But before the drone could take two steps, he felt Chrona’s strong grip on his arm.

“Out…” She muttered again.

“Oww! I-I heard you the first time! I’m going!!” Aristate replied in a nervous sweat. But the female changeling didn’t let him go.

“Out!” Chrona repeated, seemingly more annoyed this time. She raised a threatening hand in the air, ready to strike down the drone just like she had done to Chrysalis.

“Alright! Alright! Fine!! Damnit...” Aristate yelled. Then, what appeared to be pink smoke began funneling out of the drone’s head. A thick cloud pooled on the floor and began to form into the shape of another changeling. Chrona discarded what was now the unconscious body of Aristate to the floor as the smoke solidified into yet another female changeling. This one naked, with similar body proportions to Chrysalis. The most glaring difference was the pink hair… and the towering girl cock between her legs.

“Hello there, sister,” Nexia announced with a wicked grin, her voice dripping with sadistic sarcasm. “It’s bad to see you again.”

“What?!” Chrysalis was heard yelling now, apparently having recovered from the attack and removed herself from the hole in the wall. Debris of crystal shards falling everywhere. She focused more on the new changeling, rather than the one who had attacked her. “You’re here too?!”

“I was here all along,” Nexia pouted innocently. “Your drones just have so much empty space in their heads! I couldn’t resist making myself at home! Maybe invite a few of the girls from my swarm in for a little get-together and movie night.” She dropped the facade as she turned to Chrona with a grin. “But my oh my~. Chrysalis must really be messing up if she’s getting involved… again. How long has it even been since us three queens have all been in the same room?”

Chrysalis gave a threatening growl as she approached her younger sister. This one, Twilight couldn’t help but notice, was one that the changeling wasn’t afraid of standing up to. “Why are you here?! I have enough real problems to deal with without your interfering.”

“Oh, you know exactly why I’m here,” Nexia moaned lustfully, embracing her sister’s shoulders and throwing her back onto the Cutie Map. Nexia was atop her in an instant, planting loving kisses traveling up her stomach, both breasts, neck, and lips. “You stole one of my own girls,” Nexia moaned quietly as she reached Chrysalis’s ears. “Even for you, that’s a new low.” Nexia placed one hand on Chrysalis’s jiggling breasts, ready to begin her sexual assault at any moment. “I want her. I want her back. Mmmmmm… give her to me.” The queen’s fuck spire was already expanding into an unsettlingly large erection, tentatively aimed for Chrysalis’s dripping cunt, ready to rape her sibling queen into submission like any good sister would do.

Chrysalis responded by angrily wrapping both of her hands around Nexia’s neck and squeezed down hard. An action that, in turn, only caused the pink queen’s cock to quiver in desire, dripping a load of pre-cum as Nexia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head with a lustful moan.

“You’re weak, bitch!” Chrysalis spat. “Seta saw that in you and joined the only hive with any worth. She’s mine now, sister! And I’ll see to it personally she’s knocked up by my men. Then I’ll have my own little swarm of mind controllers to do my bidding…”

Nexia responded with a growl, more lustful than angry, before winding her hips back than thrusting forward. Thinking quickly, the panicked Chrysalis lit her horn and flicked the queen’s cock upward with her magic in the nick of time. This allowing it to miss her folds and slide harmlessly over her abdomen.

“High and mighty talk from a slave,” Nexia giggled as she brought her hips back and mecinclingly prepared for another thrust inside. “Your own rules state that anyone wearing that collar has to accept any cock that wants inside you… Or are you admitting you can’t even be a braindead sex slave right? A job so simple literally every single mare in Equestria manages to do it.” Her next thrust was likewise deflected from entering the queen’s pussy.

“You tramp…” Chrysalis spat through gritted teeth. “Just die already!!”

The two changeling queens continued to bicker and fight each other as they rolled around in an aggressive romp atop the circular Cutie Map. Twilight and Spike looked on quizzically, still unsure if they were actually fighting or having rough sex. The one thing they knew for certain was that neither of them should get involved. Though they were soon distracted by the third queen’s approach, who seemed rather unamused by the classic sibling display.

“You,” she echoed, pointing at Spike. “What is your name?”

“S-”

“Spike,” Chrona interrupted him. “You will be the solution to your problems. You will serve as this land’s ambassador and venture to their lands.”

“Really? Um, okay,” Spike said. It made sense, after all. Seeing as he was perhaps Ember’s best friend in Equestria… maybe in the entire world. And that sounded like much more of a friendship adventure than the one he had just went on. “But what about T-”

“She will accompany you. You will go together,” Chrona said plainly, pushing Twilight forward to Spike’s side.

“Alright good… When should-”

“Now...” Chrona ordered before turning back to deal her two sisters.

It was still midday as Spike and Twilight soared through the air, heading southwest in the direction of the Dragon Lands. Spike had to hand it to his wings, they sure did cut cut down on travel time. Since there was no train tracks in the direction, the only options open to the two of them were to hike there, which could take days, or fly, which was merely a matter of hours.

“So, I’ve taken the liberty of preparing a few notes that should help your pitch to Princess Ember. Er, I mean, Dragon Lord Ember,” Twilight said proudly as she handed her companion a rolled-up bundle of notes.

“When did you have time to do that?” Spike asked, a tad dumbfounded. “We left right after that weird other queen told us to.” Thankfully that included leaving fast enough for Chrysalis to not notice from her distracting sister and object again.

“Silly! I’ve had this ready ever since I found out the changelings wanted the other species from other lands to move to Equestria,” Twilight giggled as spike unfurled the scroll and began to read. “That one is just the summarized version in bullet points. I had a slight feeling I would need to keep things short and simple for the dragons in particular... But I have the citations and research material backing up the claims in my bag… Anyway, it details our post-changeling statistics such as our lower crime rate, lower infant mortality, a rather huge uptick in our citizens’ happiness index - make sure to stress that, body alteration and enhancement magic which, let’s be honest, some of the dragons desperately need, our mines are packed full of an overabundance of tasty gems so they’ll never go hungry, we have plenty of fluffy pillows to share, and a report that ten out of ten scientists now agree with the statement: ‘Equestria is the best place in the world to live’ is now a fact rather than an opinion.”

“Except you forgot to mention Ember herself would have to give up being Dragon Lord and instead become an obedient little sex slave,” Spike replied, unconvinced in the face of the alicorn’s notes. “And I get the impression she kinda likes being Dragon Lord too.”

“Well if you phase it like that it will be a hard sell… Instead, um, why don’t you speak of it like a promotion of sorts! Being yours… and my, sex pet will be a job she will enjoy so much more!”

“Right… I’m sure she and the other dragons will be just fun having the changelings telling them how to behave,” Spike said sarcastically.

“Well you’re a dragon and you live with the changelings, Spike! And I’d say you get along with them just fine!” Twilight beamed in response, to which Spike’s eye visibly twitched, though it went totally unnoticed by the alicorn. “It’s just a shame Ember didn’t agree to meet with us in Canterlot for the diplomatic talks. It would have been better if we could have had the dragons surrender to the changelings peacefully, rather than resorting to... this.”

“Twilight, you know those offers for talks were just traps!” Spike replied. “The moment Ember set foot in changeling territory, she would have had a dozen cocks in her mouth before she could use it to speak.” Spike sighed to himself. “Even if that didn’t happen, Ember was still right not to come. Changelings aren’t know for being trustworthy at all. We can’t expect them to hold to their word when their word is worthless.”

“What do you mean, Spike? Our goals are practically aligned! Ponies want to have sex, and changelings want us to have sex to power their love magic. If the rest of the world gets involved, everyone is happy and everyone wins!”

“Just… where does it end?” Spike muttered to himself under his breath.

“Looks like we’re here!” Twilight said excitedly, as she spotted familiar territory. A collection of dragons were seen idly mingling on the rocky formations below as the pair came in for their landing. The scaly creatures eyeing the naked alicorn with a mix of suspicion and lust. But they still acted under Ember’s orders and made no move to rape the mare. Even if she was being a giant tease.

“I’m here to see Dragon Lord, Ember,” Spike announced.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Garble replied dismissively with a wave of his claw from his lounging position on a rather uncomfortable but flat set of rocks. “She’ll be here in a second for your dumb pony talks.”

“Garble… it’s nice to see you again,” Spike glared and he spoke sarcastically.

“Duh,” He replied, digging a single claw through his ear before taking it out to inspect it. Twilight noticed that the other male dragons were trying to avert their gaze from her, not wanting to be ordered to jack off to another set of attractive rocks when Ember got here.

“There she is…” Spike said as he spotted the blue dragoness and her assistant flying down to them. Spike’s heart almost skipped a beat once he saw Ember’s new outfit. Though he had to slap himself out of it, remembering that he wasn’t in Equestria anymore. Staring so openly at a woman’s assets was probably still frowned upon here.

“Hey there, you two. Long time no see,” Ember said with a smile.

“H-hey, Ember… you’re looking, um, rather... good today,” Spike replied.

“Thanks,” Ember responded with a slightly wider grin before turning to the alicorn. “I know why you two are here. I know I took your friends. But they’re fine. Twilight, I’ll have Ballistra here take you to your pony friends. And, Spike. Perhaps you and I should go a little somewhere more secluded so we can talk this whole thing over?”

“Follow me,” the pink female dragoness, apparently acting assistant to the Dragon Lord, spoke to Twilight. “The ponies are in the hot spring caverns underground.”

“O-okay,” Twilight said, though having thought she would have at least played a small part in the diplomatic talks with Ember. They were good friends after all. “Remember everything we talked about, Mr. Ambassador,” Twilight said with a chuckle as she was led away to a cave leading underground. Spike and Ember too departed with their wings for a more private location.

It was a noticeably long trek underground, but nevertheless, Twilight and Ballista arrived. The dragoness flapping her wings as she took off from the ground, and pushed a giant boulder out of the way of the room’s entrance. Inside, Twilight spotted her friends. The one in particular that glaringly stood out to her was Rarity, who did not look well at all!

“Rarity! A-a-are you alright?” Twilight asked frantically running over to see her friend.

“No I am not alright!” Rarity cried. The obvious signs of blurred mascara and bloodshot eyes were present on the fashionista. “We have been endlessly tortured by our captors! Ruthless… u-uncouth, uncivilized... dragons!” Rarity yelled angrily towards Ballista, who merely rolled her eyes in response. The unicorn turned to the alicorn and whimpered, “I-I-I don’t know how much longer I can take it… I don’t know how much longer I can go on...”

“Torture?!?!? They’ve been torturing you girls in here?” Twilight gasped. Having no idea that dragons had taken things this far. “What exactly did they do to you?”

“Nothing!!!” Rarity cried out, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. “They-they taunted us with their wide array of double dicks, then… they didn’t do anything to us with them! D-do you know how long it’s been since I’d had any action? Since I’ve see a cock angled at my body?! The changelings hadn’t even arrived in Equestria!”

Twilight sighed to herself as she realized it was just a false alarm. Though a cursory glance at her other friends revealed they were simply silently soaking in the waters, bored out of their minds. She probably should have looked at them first and figured Rarity’s concerns were being over dramatic, as the fashionista was known for.

“Hey, Twilight,” Rainbow said boredly from the water, not even getting out to greet her. “Welcome to the no fun zone.”

“I thought we agreed to call it the no cum zone,” Sweetie Belle droned emotionlessly.

“Don’t worry, Rarity,” Twilight said, half-reassuringly to humor the mare. “Spike is here talking with Ember right now. He’s going to get them to surrender and join us in Equestria. Then you can go back, have all the sex you want with them, and even have some punishment sex on Ember for what she did to you.”

Rarity sniffled, as she rubbed her eyes. “I-I suppose it would be nice to finally put that stuffed up d-dragoness in her proper place.”

As if on cue, Spike and Ember were seen walking into the caverns.

“Spike! Ember!” Twilight exclaimed excitedly, flying over to them before realizing something and stopping. “That… that was certainly a quick talk,” she noted. A quick glance at Ember’s form revealed she was still wearing that pesky set of armor. The dragoness wasn’t naked or even wearing a collar. And Spike wasn’t exactly known for being a quickshot. Had the talks gone well, he should have still been ruthlessly reaming Ember’s body over the softest rock he could find. Pumping a litre of dragon cum into her tight womb before collaring the slut to signify their agreed-upon deal. Then Ember could use her dragon sceptre to order all dragons to fly into Equestrian territory and surrender without conflict. The changelings and ponies could deal with breaking in the women and capturing the men.

“Quick, but surprising,” Ember said, shooting Spike a grin before walking off.

Twilight’s confused glance turned to Spike now that the still Dragon Lord was out of earshot. “H-How’d it go? Did you talk to Ember about her surrender? Did you bring up all the bulletpoints like I said? Do you need to reference my research material?”

“Ummmm… well,” Spike said awkwardly as he averted his gaze from the alicorn. “N-not exactly. I guess I just… mainly, asked her for permission.”

“Permission? Permission for what?” she asked.

“Twilight…” Spike sighed as he steeled himself for the upcoming bombshell, staring directly into the mare’s eyes. “I think… it would be best if we all stay and live in the Dragon Lands from now on…”