Total Changeling Domination

Dodge Junction was the closest pony settlement located near the Badlands. Home of Cherry Jubilee’s farm among a thriving community, the town itself having seen some large growth itself ever since the end of the changeling invasion. To the residents of the town it was yet another perfect day. No stallion or colt was without a mare or filly by their side, trained to serve them in any way they could. Many of whom were in the process of doing just that. With their eyes focused on a bobbing head of hair, or a set of hips around their groin, none of them expected or saw a hostile horde composed of thousands of different shaped dragons flying directly towards the town from the sky above.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Fume swore to himself as his body moved on his own. He was in dangerous territory, they all were. Every single male dragon in the Badlands was being forced to invade Equestria due to their lust/greed crazed ruler holding the Bloodstone Sceptre. None of their attempts to persuade him to change his command had worked during the flight, his mind having completely retreated into his pensises.

Sure, he had snuck into Equestria before. But only during the dead of night while most changelings slept, and as a small group. The swarm of dragons almost covering up the sun in the sky was just begging to be noticed by those weird black bugs. Fume himself was half amazed they hadn’t encountered a changeling yet. Perhaps they abandoned this area of Equestria. Perhaps they weren’t as strong as they were rumored to be! A small glimmer of hope started to well up inside him. Maybe Garble’s urges could be sated by the mares of this town and they could retreat back after they pillaged all the mares?

A wicked smile slowly formed on the dragon’s lips as they dived towards dodge junction. They were really doing this! Most of them had missed the good old days of pillaging, looting, and raping. But it was always on a small scale. A mare alone in the open here, a filly who ventured to far from home there. And it was always in secret so that dragons weren’t the sole suspect. Maybe this invasion could turn out to be a good thing… for them.

“MARES!!!” Garble ordered once more to the dragons as they crashed into the town. The first pony to spot them, a mare, released a shriek of horror as the scaly creatures invaded.

Fume picked the nearest intact house and flew straight towards it, crashing through the front door. A large collection of the other dragons in the meantime formed a dense perimeter around the town, both in the sky and on the ground, ensuring no pony here was escaping their fates today. Three ponies were in the house who were just reacting to the mare’s screams from outside as they turned to face Fume. A stallion, his sex slave mare, and their sex slave daughter. Fume licked his lips with a mixture of sadistic and perverted glee.

A mere punch to the gut was all it took to down the stallion, who dropped to the floor clutching his stomach. Fume didn’t know what Garble’s plan for the men would be. Maybe they would eat them, perhaps slit their throats for fun, or maybe both. Either way, for now he wanted the stallion to be present while he claimed his mare and daughter in front of him…

“Alright, you dumb pony sluts,” Fume growled towards the two girls. The brown and mud colored ponies, shaking and huddled in terror in each other arms. Their reaction only spurring the demented dragon on further, thankful as ever mares were trained to be so submissive to a powerful male like himself. He tore off his leggings, revealing his own pair of dual dragon rods to them. “Let’s make this quick before the big guy outside tears your cunts apart. Which of you is first?” Fume wanted to get this done before Garble got impatient after all. And he didn’t want to wait until after the new Dragon Lord got his chance with them. Judging from the size of Garble’s own two shafts, the mares would be far too loose and out of it to be any fun.

“How about… you!” Fume snorted, grabbing the filly’s arm as he yanked her from her mother’s grasp.

“No! Not her!” The older mare shrieked in dismay.

To the filly’s credit, even though she was half his size, she was fighting back. Even as Fume held her two wrists and pinned her back against the table, sending the family’s dinner plates crashing to the floor around them.

“Saves me sooo much work seeing as you’re already naked,” Fume chuckled, grasping at both his shafts as he lined them up with the filly’s pussy and ass. In truth, he always wanted to try something like this, a younger slut likely being all the more tighter for his cocks. Who gave a fuck if she didn’t enjoy the experience? He was just in it for his own ride.

He could practically feel those snug comfy walls of flesh embrace his shafts from every side, but before he could, a foot found its way between his legs, slamming directly into his low hanging fruit.

Fume howled pure agony as he clutched his marbles and collapsed to the floor.

“Piece of shit dragon!” The mother of the family spat, stepping over the dragon’s body as he rolled around on the floor and helping her daughter up from the table.

“M-mom!” The filly cried with tears in her eyes. Together, the two quickly helped the stallion to his feet and retreated out from the house. Leaving Fume to his manly pain.

“Stupid… f-fucking… ponies!” Fume roared in frustration. The fact that a mighty dragon like him was taken down so easily, by a mare of all creatures, seemed more damaging to his ego than than that kick was to his balls.

Though, the situation outside was not any better. Every house in town was being ravaged for its plunder of pussy and tits. Mares that escaped outside were quickly scooped up from their masters’ arms and carried off to Garble. The helpless mares being dropped around him like they were mere golden coins to add to his hoard. Bright orange light soon began to encompass the town as other dragons even elected to light the many wooden structures on fire with their breath. All in an effort to draw any ponies hiding inside out, and because it was amusing.

To their credit though, the ponies were fighting back. Various unfortunate dragons suddenly learning just how powerful of a punch earth pony stallions were packing, and how much a unicorn could blast them with magic. Not to mention how much harder it would be to get their cocks inside women trained literally to do little more than take cocks inside them. Even without the changelings, and even with their sheer numbers, it seemed as though raiding Equestria would prove more difficult than they thought.

Garble, in the meantime, waited at the entrance of the town for his will to be done, tapping his claw patiently in the dirt. He cared not for the pony’s meager resistance, in fact, they were doing him a favor. Highlighting the weak blood in his subjects. Any dragon pathetic enough to be bested by a mare sure as heck didn’t deserve to have his cock in one. Of course, Garble himself was no such weakling, he never was. His stern eyes darting from side to side as he watched his stronger minions gather up his soon to be new sex toys.

“Good… good, make sure you get them all,” said Nexia smiling from a perch on Garble’s shoulder, the Dragon Lord giving an affirmative nod.

It was then Garble realized there was a naked black-colored creature sitting on his shoulder. She did react when he gave a sudden menacing roar or when he reached over and grabbed her slender body. His claw so large that only her head could be seen poking out of his grasp.

“Oooooo, fiesty one…” Nexia cooed as Garble’s paw brought the changeling queen to his two throbbing shafts beneath his body. The queen marveled in awe at the two cocks, now a thick as barrels, and longer too. Garble wrapped Nexia’s body so that her entire form hugged his lower shaft before eagerly stroking himself off with her. “Mmm, completely surrounded by cock. Literally!” Nexia noted out loud. “Easily any girl’s dream. Though, it’s a bit of a double edged sword. There’s absolutely no way a thing this big is going to fit inside a mare! And judging from the strength of your grip on me… a mare getting you off will likely be the last thing she ever does. Chrona was right. I’m afraid you won’t do...”

Nexia’s horn began to glow pink as she channeled her magic. In an instant, Garble’s fierce eyes shot open wide as his gaze became unfocused. His grip loosening on the changeling queen as she calmly hopped down from his claw. As she walked out from under him, Garble also lost his deathgrip on the Bloodstone Scepter, dropping it from his grasp. The changeling queen caught it midfall without even looking.

“So this is the magic tool of dragon mind control, huh?” Nexia pondered, poking at the red gem tip before waving it around like a magic wand.

The other dragons assaulting the town now starting to notice something strange was happening to their new lord. It appeared almost as if some sort of… black thing was holding the Bloodstone Scepter while Garble stood completely motionless!

“Hmmm, let’s see if it works,” Nexia shrugged before pointing the scepter directly towards the mass of dragons. “All of you dragons!” she spoke clearly. “Kill yourselves at once!”

All of the dragons froze instantly with an expression of horror.

“Ehhh… wait, I guess it only works if a dragon is giving the orders,” Nexia shrugged. “Oh well, I can work with that.” She tossed the scepter back into the air, where upon the motionless Garble’s hand shot out to grab it, without even looking. “I just hope I can sound like a convincing dragon… It’s been years since I’ve had to pull off a convincing dragon speak,” Nexia muttered to herself, her body dissolving into a pink cloud that drifted upwards into Garble’s head.

As if suddenly awake, Garble’s body began to move once more, jolting back to life as the pink was absorbed into him. “*Ahem*,” Garble coughed, bringing a claw to his mouth as he cleared his throat before promptly holding the Bloodstone Scepter out. “I say, dearest fellow reptilian associates!” Garble exclaimed out loud, “It is with abashed and disconcerted pride that I, monarch of us all, concede a rather grave omission of judgement on my most sincerest behalf! At this current juncture of time I implore you to cease any and all ongoing hostilities with these colorful equines of noble stature and to vacate your persons from their immediate vicinity, posthaste!” Sure enough, the scepter started to glow crimson as it worked it’s ancient magic to carry out Nexia’s command, speaking using Garble’s body. The hundreds of dragons ransacking Dodge Junction suddenly came to an abrupt halt, though many staring in utter confusion at their dragon lord as they flew away from the town. “Nailed it...” Nexia muttered proudly to herself before adding, “gosh, there’s a ton of room in this head… Now what else did Chrona want me to do with this thing?”

“Twilight,” an injured Spike coughed, he and the other female dragons still stuck in the Dragon Lord’s chambers. “D-do you think you and the other girls can do that thing you pulled with Garble… but do it with me?”

“Actually… I wouldn’t mind seeing that move again,” Ember admitted with a blush.

“To be honest, Spike,” Twilight giggled, “you don’t have to ask us, you can just tell us to do what you want! And we were originally saving it for your birthday anyway, hence its name, but… I think you might deserve your gift a little sooner.” Twilight’s expression suddenly grew more serious. “Because… you see… I’ve been thinking about all the things you said about Chrysalis, and the changelings, Spike, and… well,” the alicorn began, taking in a deep breath.

Spike got to his feet and began to fly away.

“Huh… Spike?” Where…. W-where are you going?! Spike!!” Twilight exclaimed in frustration. “I thought we were to have a serious conversation!”

“I-It’s not me!” Spike called back. Twilight soon noticing Ember, along with the other female dragons that had crowded the room were all moving as one as they flew to the exit.

“Seriously?!” Twilight groaned as the dragons departed.

“It must be the Bloodstone Scepter again! J-just get everyone, and everything, and meet us back in Equestria!” Spike exclaimed. He had a sneaking suspicion that none of them would be coming back here.

The dragon’s body moved of their own accord, exiting the cave without a moment’s delay. “Heh. Reminds me of what I did whenever my dad tried to lecture me,” Ember chuckled as she flapped up alongside Spike. The two dragons flying at the back of the pack of what appeared to be thousands of female dragons. Like the male dragons, and like both of them had expected at this point, they were all headed towards Equestria. “So… I guess we lost then?”

“Ummm, if you don’t mind me saying, you don’t really seem all that upset over this,” Spike said.

“There’s no point being upset over it with you. I think you’ve gone through enough. And, I should mention that I am still in my fucking heat. So it’s kind of hard for me to be angry at anything with a penis right now. Garble and the others just made it so easy.”

“Garble…” Spike spoke with remorse. “I knew he was always a bad apple, but I never thought he was just waiting for the right opportunity to rape you girls as soon as he was in charge. I mean, thank Celestia we won the Gauntlet of Fire instead of him.”

“Actually, Spike, that’s something I kind of admire about the new Equestria. There’s none of that bullcrap with hiding what you really want. None of you are hiding what you are deep down. It’s all on the surface,” Ember replied. “The mares like sex, so they have… sex. It seems so simple when you say it like that, but I guess we all got a little too accustomed to beating around the bush with what we wanted, the bush became the new normal. If that makes any sense…”

Spike didn’t know if it was just Ember talking or her heat. Either way, he would take it. “I think I get what you’re saying. But I hope you like what the mares are doing, because it looks like the changelings are dead set on having all you girls join in on the experience…” Spike replied.

“Right… the changelings…” Ember muttered as they passed over Dodge Junction. They spotted down below, all of the male dragons had been grounded. Now, Garble, with Nexia controlling him, was having them all perform an impromptu performance of Filly Fiddler on the Roof. Complete with a dance number and musical backing. None of the female dragons were stopping here though, thankfully. It appeared as if the Bloodstone Scepter had ordered them all to a different location. “So, the rumors are true? They are really all powerful creatures who feed off love energy.”

“Well, yeah,” Spike shrugged, “except when they are wearing this around their horns,” he added, tossing the inhibitor ring Chrysalis had given him yesterday over to Ember. “Then they lose all of their love magic and are left probably much weaker than the average dragon.”

“That’s… interesting,” Ember noted as she studied the ring. “What else can you tell me about this… Chrysalis? This was really all her plan? Can I expect a fair treatment for my girls from her if we agree to her demands?”

“Nope, she’s a total bitch,” Spike said plainly. “Though, if there’s anyone in the world she cares for, it’s women who know their place as sex slaves. She and Twilight get along great, both in the bedroom and out. Also, she has a super weird family. She has a bunch of sisters like her who are also queens. One of them can control pony’s minds, and I’m pretty sure the other can look into the freaking future…” Spike shuttered to himself. “I haven’t seen the others yet. But if I had to guess, her other sisters probably steal your soul and trade it to the devil.”

“Great…” Ember sighed. She made a mental note that this ‘queen’ apparently respects woman who acts like sex slaves. Perhaps she could use that...

It was a long flight before the horde of naked female dragons reached their destination. Like Spike had predicted, it was Ponyville, but more specifically, the Crystal Castle. All of the dragonesses touched down in an orderly fashion, then immediately dropped to their hands and knees, panting out loud as if they were dogs. All except Ember and Spike, who noted whoever was giving the Bloodstone Scepter orders, must sure be having a blast with it.

A changeling guard standing outside the door took a confused moment to admire all the dog dragons before approaching Ember. “Our queen is waiting for you inside. Come…” Ember gave an audible gulp, shooting Spike one last glance before being escorted inside. The changeling led the naked dragoness through the halls, making it no subtle secret he was giving the lower, more exposed portion of her body more attention than her eyes. Ember would have skewered a dragon doing the same to her a week ago, but here she held her tongue. As she was led through the castle’s chambers, earning many stares and smug whispers from enslaved mares, the changeling opened the door to the darkened Cutie Map room before gesturing her inside, then promptly closed it behind her.

There was only one figure present in the room as Ember entered. A lone towering bug woman. Her skin as dark as night. Standing with passion and pose, though her smirk was even more befitting one of the most powerful beings in Equestria, if not the entire world.

“Well, well, well,” Chrysalis started, her smile bringing an unnerving chill rolling up Ember’s spine. “We finally meet at last. The fabled ruler of all of dragon kind…. Heh, I’m sorry. I mean, ex-ruler. Hmmm, I still thought you would have been taller.”

Ember glared daggers at the changeling but said nothing. Even knowing the woman before her held responsibility to all of her people’s recent hardships, she still held her tongue. She knew what was going on. The changelings somehow possessed the power to use the Bloodstone Scepter, so it would have been easy to order them all into submission in whatever manner they so choose. But they didn’t… All likely because the bug in front of her wanted to gloat. Her victory lap. A personal reward for all her twisted schemes and plans.

“Welcome to Changeling Diplomacy 101,” Chrysalis smiled as she continued, walking up fearlessly to face down the dragon in her personal space. Spike had made Ember well aware of the changeling’s power, she knew she wouldn’t be able to put a scratch on her so long as Chrysalis had her magic. “First lesson for you. What’s going to happen is you are going to drop down to your knees and immediately agree to all the terms I lay out before you with the simple phrase: ‘Yes, Queen Chrysalis’. Any failure on your behalf will result in a prompt humiliating punishment of the sexual variety on this table here, followed by us starting over from the beginning as I start to call in more and more of my men to join us. Do you understand, my little dragon?”

Ember slowly dropped to her knees, hands balled up in fists that rested on her thighs as she calmly spoke, “Yes, Queen Chrysalis.”

“Ah…. a fast learner. I had not thought such a quality was possible for a dragon, let alone, a female one. Color me impressed,” Chrysalis snickered, having half hoped the dragon talked back to her like most she tried this on. She was already iching to take this buxom slut for a test drive after all. Still, there were plenty more opportunities for her to crack coming up. “Very well then. First, you will agree to a complete unconditional surrender on behalf of all dragon kind.”

“Yes, Queen Chrysalis,” Ember repeated.

“Whatever objects of value you have accumulated in that dirt pile you call your kingdom, including women, wealth, and magical artifacts, will henceforth be forfeited to Equestria in its entirety.”

“Yes, Queen Chrysalis,” Ember said again, this time bringing a disappointed frown from the changeling at the dragoness’s refusing to crack. Chrysalis paced circles around her as she went on.

“All male dragons will face punishment for the part they all played invading our lands including the attempted murders of the thousands of changelings that make up my swarm.”

“Yes, Queen Chrysalis,” Ember replied.

“The female dragons, on the other hand, will be staying in their state of perpetual heat. They will be collared, and forever marked as our sex slaves. They will never again be allowed a single piece of clothing. They will all be sold off to various parties at actions to the highest bidder and dispersed throughout the land. To be used, fucked, and bred for the remainder of their lives.” Chrysalis giggled at the joyous thought. Hopefully this sent a powerful message to the entire world that it was not okay to fight back against changelings.

“Yes, Queen Chrysalis,” Ember droned again as if she was fully expecting that and already came to terms with it.

“And you, my dear sweet dragon, will lend us your position as Dragon Lord to our needs. You will do anything in your power to convince any allies of the dragons, not currently residing in Equestria, to surrender to us and migrate here as you have. Either through diplomacy or coercion. I don’t care.”

“Yes, Queen Chrysalis.” Chrysalis was really surprised now at the dragoness’s lack of a stubborn fight. She was a dragon, right?

“And... finally, due to all of dragon kind’s resistance to my generous request for total surrender, all dragons will henceforth be classified as less than pony sex slave. You will have no rights to your bodies, or your lives. Sex slaves of other species will even be allowed to own you. On that note, you, Ember, will become my personal collared pet. You will go where I go, always on a leash. You will please who I tell you to please. You will be trained in a matter most agreeable to me. And you will never once talk back or question me and my methods from now and for the rest of your days. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Queen Chrysalis,” Ember said with a bow, dipping her nose to the floor before surprisingly adding, “I...I just have one small request.”

“Oh really? And what would that be, my new pet?” Chrysalis snickered as she played along.

“I’ve heard of your skills in bed a-and I want to see if the rumors are true… P-please,” Ember whimpered, her pussy dripping with anticipation and need.

“Ahhhh, so there it is...” Chrysalis gleamed with a wide smirk as it suddenly all clicked sense in her head. “Your heat must still be running amok on that small mind of yours. No wonder you agreed to all my demands without so much as a huff. Politics is boring, let’s just have sex? Well, I can certainly agree with you there. So, yes, I will grant you this one, and only, request. Pay attention though, because you’ll be doing this a lot from now on...”

“T-thank you, mistress,” Ember quickly jumped to her feet, scampering over to the Cutie Map and plopping her butt down onto it. She spread her legs, revealing her ripe moist folds that made it even more dreadfully obvious just how much of an effect her heat was having on her.

Chrysalis shot her new toy a sultry look as she waltzed over and dropped down low. Sticking her head between the dragoness’s legs she could even feel the literal heat radiating off from her pussy, suggesting a cock thrust inside would be in for a tight warm hug. Chrysalis’s slender tongue shot out, teasing the area around Ember’s slit. As a good first lesson, she wanted this dragon to beg for her.

Word must have traveled fast in Equestria as Ember must have already heard what a legendary lay the queen of the changelings was. Of course Ember would have accepted becoming her official toy pet without a fight. She knew it was not only a honor but a privilege to be paired with a woman who had perfected the art of sex itself.

Ember was already moaning wildly, passionately running one of her hands through Chrysalis’s lush hair on the back of head. The other balled up hand, slowly sliding up the changeling’s jagged horn, unclenching to reveal something it held … slipping it on over the tip.

A gasp escaped Chrysalis’s open mouth as she felt the unmistakable sensation of her powers... fading! An inhibitor ring locking itself around the base of her horn. As soon as the click was heard, Ember was off the table, grabbing Chrysalis by the arms as she hurled the changeling’s body at the Crystal wall with an incredible amount of strength for a woman. The crystal cracked and shattered as the queen’s back impacted the wall. Ember didn’t relent.

“I have another fucking deal for you, dumb bug MOTHER FUCKER!!!” Ember roared, furiously pounding her foot into Chrysalis’s face and body like Garble did to Spike. Beating her into a bloody pulp. “You probably think you’re so GOD DAMN smart, don’t you!?!? Mother FUCKING shitface changeling BITCH!!! Just who do you think you are?! Invading MY land with your DUMBASS plans!!! Here’s the new plan! You are going to let me stay with SPIKE and I’m going to keep my female subjects!! You can have those douchebag male dragons to yourself! They’re dead to me anyway!!! And if you ever, EVER, harm my Spike again, either directly or through your MORONIC plans… you best sleep with one eye open for the rest of your miserable life, BITCH. Because I will find you with another ring and cut that pretty head of yours clean off with my own two claws!! GOT IT?!”

Ember finally ceased her merciless assault on the beaten queen. Only to finish it all off by spitting on Chrysalis’s broken body. “Welcome to Dragon Diplomacy 101,” Ember sneered before storming out of the room in a huff.

Spike was nervously waiting outside the map room for the talks to finish, pacing back and forth, fearing the worst. The mare attendants hd seen to his injuries in the meantime. Patching him up with bandaids though making obvious hints they desired a bit more than a ‘thanks’ for their assistance. He soon noticed Ember exiting, alone, seeming happy. Radiant even. Like a large deal of stress had been lifted off her shoulders in there. The mare attendants quickly retreated elsewhere.

“H-hey, how’d the talk with Chrysalis go?” Spike asked. “I thought I heard yelling in there…”

“Actually, it went surprisingly well,” Ember smiled, leaning over and planting a tender kiss on the young dragon’s cheek. “I think we found a middle ground that made us both happy.”

“Seriously?” Spike replied. “Huh… I guess I must’ve figured Chrysalis wrong for once then…”

“Come on…” Ember said playfully with a wink, grabbing Spike’s hand and tugging him away. “I want you to show me where you and I will be sleeping.”

“Hold on a second…” Spike paused hearing a groaning sound. He peered past the now open doors of the Cutie Map room, spotting the tangled bruised body of Chrysalis laying on the ground next to the wall. Ember soon felt a hand playfully grabbing at her flank.

“S-spike!” Ember playfully gasped with a small startled jump.

“Let’s go.”

“Right now...?” Ember asked. “B-but your injuries!”

“I don’t care about them. We’re doing it... now,” Spike growled, grabbing Ember’s hand, hard. The two quickly sprinting to the nearest room with a bed and a lock. Spike knowing in his heart he just discovered his newest fetish.

Back in the Cutie Mark room Chrysalis groaned in pain as she managed to crawl back to the Cutie Mark Map, and slowly pull herself back up. Two female changeling queens teleported into existence behind her.

“You’re right, Chrysalis!” Nexia chimed, “that was some impressive negotiation tactics. By letting the dragon beat the crap out of you, she’ll surely feel sorry about it later. Who knows what you’ll be able to guilt trip her into doing now! I’m glad you told me to watch.”

“Chrona!” Chrysalis angrily spat as she collapsed into one of the crystal thrones surrounding the map, ignoring her other sister. “You said this was the path to take that led to no changeling or female dragon deaths! You could have at least mentioned it involved serve bodily harm… to me!”

“Why? Chrona asked in her echoing voice. “You chose to withhold that information from the dragon. Why should you be any different.”

“I’m your sister!” Chrysalis just growled angrily in response. Chrona simply tilted her head. Chrysalis meanwhile was attempting, in vain, to remove the gender locked inhibitor ring around her horn. “And I’m so fucking tired of these damn rings. Nexia! Go to the ponies in charge of Equestria. Seduce them! Mind control them! Blackmail them! It doesn’t matter. Just force them to make these inhibitors illegal! Destroy them all! Any pony found having one should receive a lengthy stay in a dark dungeon.”

“Okay!” Nexia beamed, preparing to move.

“No…” Chrona said simply, bringing an abrupt pause to that.

“Nevermind!” Nexia beamed, coming to a halt.

“Fine…” Chrysalis spat. “What what should I do with the dragons then? Their leader just assaulted me. Ember seems to have no idea of the situation she’s in. I say we make an example out of her, and find a new weaker-willed dragon to install as their leader and take her place.”

“Ummm, actually… if we’re playing by the rules mother set out, we still need those dragon girls to agree to being collared,” Nexia reasoned. “So… in a way, Ember actually does still hold all the cards. I think it’s just best to let the dragon sluts mingle with the mares without causing a fuss with their leader.”

“Their kind has always meant to emulate those they’re close to. All paths dictate prolonged exposure to the mare’s way of life will, eventually, cause them to replicate their behavior,” Chorna added plainly.

Chrysalis let loose a long resounding sigh. “I hate you guys so much…”

“Wow… did you guys read about this?” Lucky Clover asked, flipping through the pages in the newspaper as he sat idly on the Ponyville park bench the next day. “Equestria Daily is saying Dodge Junction was just invaded by a swarm of male dragons. The entire town was burned to the ground in a raid!”

Cloud Kicker withdrew the stallion’s cock from her mouth long enough to gasp in shock. “Oh my gosh. Was anypony hurt?” Lucky Clover’s eyes scanned the pages.

“Apparently it’s mostly just a few stallions who were injured. The mares there made it out okay, even though the dragons were trying to rape them. The female dragons had no part in the raid. In fact, it seems they are as much as a victim as the ponies there!”

“What a bunch of savages,” Rainbowshine spat as Lucky Clover instinctively pulled the leash on her collar in to hold her closer to her side. “It’s no wonder the changelings are trying to enslave them! Those dragons obviously can’t be trusted to live on their own!”

“Actually, I heard it was a changeling who stopped the attack dead in its tracks!” Dark Moon said as he approached the trio holding the leash attached to his own sex slave mare. “All of Equestria is buzzing about it!”

“Thank Celestia we have the changelings to protect us...” Cloud Kicker said before promptly engulf Lucky Clover’s cock back into her greedy mouth like a good little sex pet.

“AAA! Where the fuck am I?!” Clump said, awaking in a dark lonely room. The dragon sat in a chair, across a table sat a female changeling. Seemingly bored out of her mind. But before he could react further to this, she started talking.

“A spell has been cast on you to force you to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,” Vixen droned as she checked her fingernails. This being well over the hundredth time she repeated these very same words for the test.

“What?! You better let me go you dumb bitch!” Clump barked.

“Imagine you’re in a cave with no entrance or exit,” Vixen went on. “Before you lies an attractive female dragon trapped in an eternal slumber on a cozy bed. It is assured no one will ever catch you or suspect you, should you choose to do anything at all to the sleeping dragoness. What do you do?”

“I rape her and cum inside,” Clump blurted out plainly. Only to gasp in surprise at his own admission. They all did.

Vixen sighed annoyedly. “Another failure. Take him away, boys,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Two changeling drones grabbed him from behind and began to pull him away.

“N-NO! Let me go you black freaks!” Clump roared, but his strength was no match for the changelings. They threw him into a cage. A skinny cage meant to only give one space to stand in, but not lay down. The door slammed shut and locked. The dragon angrily grabbed the bars. “I swear, when I get out of him I’m going to-”

The rest of Clump’s words were lost as the male dragon found himself staring into two blood red glowing eyes. The head of a chicken, the body of a teal dragon. A cockatrice glared into his eyes with a hiss. Suddenly, Clump’s legs felt stiff. So very, very stiff. Peering down he saw his very feet turn to stone. The petrification didn’t stop there as it continued upwards on his body. The now horrified dragon powerless to stop it as more and more of himself was encased in stone. He tried in vain to let out one finally curse to his captors, but it feel on deaf ears as his head in its entirety was converted into solid rock.

Without so much as a wave goodbye, the changelings teleported the cage, and the statue within it straight to Tartarus, where it fell. Clanging against rocks and cliffs as gravity pulled it downwards to the dark forgotten depths where it could safely rot for all of eternity. Right next to the Appaloosa stallions…

“Hmph, this is so boring!” Vixen pouted. “It would be more fun if one of them answered right from time to time. But they’re all just rapists waiting for an opportunity! But I’m starting to think we should just assume the rest of them are failures as well. Male dragons are just awful, awful creatures…”

“Bust measurements… check! Butt measurements… check! Thigh measures... check! Stomach measures check as well… but we already confirmed that’s going to be growing soon, right, Spike? Onto phase two!”

“T-twilight…” Ember whimpered weakly, “is all this really necessary?” The dragonesses was currently strapped down to a small bed. Arms, legs, torso, and neck, just to be safe.

“Hold still, Ember!” Twilight insisted, giddily attaching yet another set of circular magical electrodes all over the dragoness’s body. Attached to each electrode was a wire leading back to one of the alicorn’s custom designed instruments designed meant to process a great deal of data. “This is the first time I’ve actually been able to take the measurements of a girl before she was collared! Let alone a dragon one! So shush!”

Ember zipped her lips as Twilight ran circles around her, attaching electrodes to her breasts, stomach, legs, face, and even one special designed egg shaped one that slid ever so gently up her pussy. Spike shot the two an amused grin from the side lines as Ember’s azure face was overtaken by a crimson red blush.

“Now, by my calculations, the ‘heat’ you dragons are all experiencing-”

“Stuck experiencing,” Ember shot in.

“Right. Well, I have reason to believe the sexual desire you feel towards a potential mate is around the same thing us mares feel when we are around our masters and in the mood. You might just be overselling it, in other words. Understandable, seeing as you don’t exactly have the most experience dealing with constant arousal like us mares.”

“Yeah… I don’t think so,” Ember scoffed dismissively. “When I was in stuck in heat with Spike I wanted to take him around the fucking world! I could hardly even think straight… l-like I could just spend the rest of my life just playing with those thick rods of meat!”

“Hmmmm. I see...” Twilight replied, levitating over her pad and quill. “Subject appears to be slightly delusional in that her sexual lust ranks higher above mares. Will dive into deeper later,” she said out loud, the enchanted quill jotting down every word. Ember groaned with a roll of her eyes as Twilight did another circle around her. “Alright, we’re almost ready for Spike.”

“W-what is Spike going to do?” Ember asked uneasily, staring at the science-crazed alicorn.

“Well, if you’re going to be collared as Spike’s sex slave, and my sister slave, you are going to need to learn how to control your, ummmm, ‘urges’,” Twilight coughed. “Just because Spike’s cocks are out doesn’t mean you get to tackle him and claim him all for yourself. We both need to share him and please him at the same time. It’s always about him, not us.”

“Oh….. ooooohhhhh. So that’s what this is,” Ember grinned, shooting a competitive glare at the alicorn. “You’re not worried I’m going to take Spike all to myself, you’re worried Spike is going to take me, and only me, all to himself. See if you can teach me to resist his cocks so he’ll settle for you and-urk!” Ember was abruptly cut off as a plastic red ball was fastened tightened about her open mouth.

“A-and just making sure that’s secure... Good!” Twilight beamed. “Spike! I think we’re ready for you now!” She made a quick note that Ember was too smart for her own good. Hopefully Spike’s cocks could adjust that.

“Great!” The dragon replied, walking up to the strapped-down face-up dragon as he unzipped his pants. Stepping out of them, Twilight positioned Spike so that his erect shafts twitched mere inches above Ember’s face. His balls, however, draped comfortably over her forehead, bringing a strong shiver as Ember breathed in the manly musk.

“That was quick,” Twilight noted, staring at the monitor as it displayed the data rolling in. “Subject’s heart rate increasing dramatically. Body temperature rising. Brain activity shrinking… Just as I predicted.” Ember released a soft growl at the talking purple pony, though it was getting much harder to focus on her feud with Spike’s balls resting on her face. She could almost feel her mind going blank.

“So what am I going to do to her, Twilight?” Spike chuckled, happy to play along with the alicorn’s tests as usual. “Tits, pussy, ass, mouth? I’m game for it all.” Ember didn’t even realize she was eagerly nodding her head in agreement.

“She’s not collared, Spike. I don’t think that would be very appropriate...” Twilight said suspiciously now, her magic now working to levitate over a blindfold and pair of earmuffs. The alicorn gently pushing the dragon to the side as she fastened them both to the bound dragoness, effectively cutting off her hearing and vision completely. Now that Ember couldn’t see or hear her speak, Twilight spoke plainly. “You’ll be fucking her pussy and ass, harder than you ever have before, you’re going to cum inside her, then you’ll be collaring her,” she held up a familiar changeling sex slave collar for the smiling Spike to see. “But…” Twilight added, “you’re going to be doing all of that with an audience.”

“Wa-what?” Spike asked. “You mean your friends? Pinkie Pie and the others? Did they want to see?”

“Well, they aren’t my friends, but they will be... eventually… assuming everything here works out I can see us all getting very close,” Twilight added with a mischievous grin befitting Chrysalis herself. The doors to their chamber opened and in poured a mass of female naked dragonesses. Each of the girls quickly spotting Ember, the woman many of them still believed and looked up to as their rightful ruler, bound and gagged on a sexual experimental table. In the heat they were still all in, it was an unbelievably hot sight. Their bare butts quickly found a seat around the slowly heating room as Twilight popped the ball gag out of Ember’s mouth.

The blind and deaf Ember, still completely unaware of her many subject’s presence, called out, “W-what are you waiting for, Spike?! F-fuck me! I don’t care if you put that collar around my neck and enslave me! Just give me those big cocks!!”

Twilight shot a grin at Spike before speaking. “I thought it would be more appropriate if the girls of the Dragonlands got a first hand look at the type of woman their leader really was. For strictly educational purposes only, though.”

Spike snickered to himself as he positioned his two erect cocks outside of Ember’s quivering lower holes. The dragoness’s body seemingly able to sense their presence as she redoubled her needy squirming. The many female dragonesses watching with bated breath, many of them as wet as Ember herself.

“Now, girls, before we began the demonstration, I should remind you all that female masturbation is strictly prohibited in all of Equestria,” Twilight announced to the crowd of horny dragonesses. “However, some very nice gentlemen outside generously volunteered their time to assist you, should you ever feel the urge to experience the sensation alongside Ember. Their services aren’t free however. It’ll cost you one thing, and one thing only...” she finished, twirling a very inviting-looking sex slave collar in her finger. Before any of the girls could so foolishly weigh the options of the choice they had before them, Twilight nodded for Spike to begin. Their minds were made up before Spike’s members even hilted inside.