Author's Note

So this story is coming back after a bit of a break. I was, of course, busy learning and becoming perfectly fluent in the Swahili language and not just totally relying on Google translate for short snippets of words, cause, you know, I'm not.

Important to note this arc will continue to follow Cercus, who has had six introduction chapters no longer here on FimFic. You can find them all on this story's Hentai Foundry listing, under the same name. I suggest you read them before continuing on here.

Even more important to note, all underage characters in the following chapters are feral four legged creatures like those you would see on MLP itself. Any adult creatures of age will remain anthro as they have always been. Also a bit of a hint that this arc won't be for the faint of heart.

Enter the Land of Zebrica

“AAAAAAA!” Raven ran screaming in horror, flailing her arms about overhead as she ran for her life on the upper deck of a rather large yacht. With nothing but a vast sea and clear skies around her, the naked mare had nowhere to hide as an emerald blast of magic shot towards her feet. Taking shape as a length of a rope, the magic rocketed to her ankles, connecting and wrapping several times around her limbs, causing her to instantly stumble and fall onto the deck. Not a second later was a jet black youngling atop her back, hissing menacingly as he bared his fangs in a vicious growl. Ever still, Raven attempted to struggle for her life, crawling in vain. But even at his young age and significantly smaller stature, the changeling boy was still a good deal stronger than her, roughly grabbing her arms with his hooves and forcibly yanking them behind her back. Another flash of his magic secured her wrists, effectively immobilizing his captive who was now at his complete mercy. Flipping her over next, the changeling pulled out a plastic ball gag, forcing it into her mouth to prevent the mare from calling out for help or from warning others. A blindfold was fastened on her flailing head next, cutting off her vision completely as she was hauled away.

“Very nice, son!” Pharynx called out with a proud cheer and clench of his fist. “You see that, students? That is how you do it!” The other occupants on the ship, changelings, ponies, dragons, and griffons, young and old alike, all gave a round of applause as the youngling boastfully held his chin up high as he carried the now bound Raven off like the prize she was.

“Splendid acting, Raven,” Luna commented to the bound pony as she was plopped down next to all the other tied up sex slaves used for training purposes. “It seemed quite realistic this time.” Raven gave a moan of acknowledgement to the lunar alicorn’s words but could do little else. “You too, Pharynges,” she added, leaning over and planting a tender kiss on her son’s cheek. The youngling shot his mom a wicked smile before scampering back to all the other students, plopping down his flank to sit before his dad in the impromptu class setting.

“Good demonstrations aside,” Pharynx went on as his son rejoined the class, “you have to remember, unlike our practice slaves, the uncultured zebra women we are likely to encounter will be wearing actual clothing.” Some of the younger girls recoiled in disgust at the very thought. “Yeah… that’s right. So, after you get them on the ground and safely secured, guys, it’s very important you strip them out of whatever they are wearing. It doesn’t matter what. If it covers or conceals their bodies in any way, it has to come off. It’s usually easy enough with a few good yanks, but if their clothing isn’t as prone to tearing, we will be supplying you all with knives so you may cut through the material easier. And, while you have those knives out, pressing the dull, remember, dull, side of the blade into their skin is an excellent way to keep them calm and let the women know you mean business. Now… why don’t you all break off into master/slave groups and practice again. Girls… I know it goes against your every instinct you have, but try and resist your masters as they attempt to tie you up, okay?”

The class all nodded excitedly as they broke off into groups around the deck of the ship. Pharynx rubbing his hands excitedly as he sauntered over to the railing, standing beside the changeling couple of Tylus and Seta. “So…” he began with a tone of half smugness and half feigned professionalism. “I can’t help but notice your son and his slaves are once again absent from our little class. I trust that must mean you two have already trained your boy in all the necessary skills he’ll need for our mission in Zebrica. It’s not like you guys are, heh heh, ready to send Cercus out into the wilderness unprepared or anything.”

The changeling parents both exchanged nervous glances with each other. “We’re so sorry, sir,” Seta replied to the changeling royalty with a respectful bow. “It’s been hard getting through to him recently.”

“Well you better shape him up,” Pharynx scoffed with a shake of his head, dropping his previous act in an instant. “Like it or not, that boy has caught everyone’s eye. So what he does and how he performs affects how the creatures of Equestria will see us all.” He turned to face his own son, practicing in the midst of all the other students. “Now, on the other hand, my boy Pharynges there is already abducting women at a level three years above his age group. The son of royalty and given the right to own royalty,” he added, watching as Pharynges slammed his slave, Flurry Heart, into the ground. The filly wincing slightly in displeasure as the grinning changeling easily hogtied her limbs in one fell quick swoop. “When the creatures of Equestria look at him, do you know what they are going to think of him and, by extension, changelings as a whole? Masculinity, strength, power, virility! A boy becoming a proper alpha male as he leads the charge to bring a proper culture to the sex-starved savages of this new land. A proper hero fit to rule! He-”

“We’ll see what we can do about the boy...” Tylus said solemnly, wanting to stop his leader’s monologue before he talked his ear off.

“Hmph, see that you do,” Pharynx remarked as he walked off to supervise the students once more, patting his son proudly on the head as he moved between the groups.

“I don’t know what happened,” Seta said to her master with a lost shake of her head. “Cercus just seemed to lose all interest in this stuff after he… you know.”

“You checked to make sure he was all right in the head after he came back, right?” Tylus asked.

“I did! He assured me a dozen times he was fine!”

“He was such a good student before though! He had perfect grades! He earned the right to own two slaves at his age. He was always jumping at opportunities to learn stuff like this. I just don’t know what happened.”

“I think I should go and have a chat with him,” Seta sighed.

“I think you should too,” Tylus remarked.

“Fine,” Seta sighed, knowing he didn’t like to go below deck where all the students were housed. More woman’s work. She turned to leave, then turned back to her master. “How about a kiss though, master?” she asked, leaning in to him.

“I don’t think so,” Tylus shot down, pushing her back with a finger on her collarbone. “I know where those lips have been.” He turned her back around and planted an ever loving slap on her bubbly rear end, giving Seta a jump and giggle. Knowing that the spank indicated fun later, it was more than enough to satisfy her for now.

Below deck of the yacht, one of the many ships enroute to Zebrica, were the quarter's housing, as many of the students put the ‘old fogies’. Below that level was where the students themselves were housed. And below that was an even larger storage area, empty for now, but hopefully full by the time they headed back…

In the student quarters however sat a lone, soundproofed room in the back of the ship where three youngsters and one remarkably busty dragoness all reclined lazily and happily together in a single bed. Surrounded and concealed by a meticulous and glorious blanket fort they had constructed, the three students relished the literal warmth their Dragon Lord turned sex slave provided with her mere passive presence.

For once, Cercus was as naked as the girls, his school uniform folded up by his slaves and laid in a neat pile beside their bed. Ember was laying on her side, head propped up with a single arm as she smiled at the young changeling boy making a pillow out of her tummy while nuzzling her tits to his cheek. Luster was on her stomach, her head exactly where she loved it to be as she joyously slurped and sucked away at her owner’s amazing cock with her skillful mouth. Winter was at Cercus’s side nuzzling into her master.

“I think my boobs are going to come in big,” Winter cooed, grasping one of Cercus’s hooves and bringing it directly to her chest where he could feel the exact spot they would grow in when she was older. The changeling more than happily gave the location a few testing squeezes before remaining locked in place.

“You think so?” Cercus mused with a tone that tried to hide his great interest.

“Don’t be like that, master! I can tell you want them big,” Winter giggled, “but you wanted to let them grow out naturally instead of using magic. You’ve been nothing but pure nuzzles to Ember’s tits this entire trip.”

“Mmmmm, it’s true,” Cercus cooed, turning and rolling his head over the soft voluminous flesh that made up the dragoness’s benevolent breasts. It felt almost surreal, believing that he didn’t deserve such lovely company. While Ember was no changeling, even she felt as if she could feel the love emulating from the boy as he played with her chest. She herself felt a tad giddy, in a way, to be treated like such a prize. Spike was great and all, but he had gotten too accustomed to amazing women and never really showed such affection.

“Well you certainly will be large, Winter,” Ember added in with a light chuckle, reaching over to feel up her fellow slave’s chest alongside her master’s hoof. “The signs are all there. But, then again, dragon and kirin biology can be different.”

*Slurrrrp* Luster sucked before popping the slick cock out of her mouth to blurt in, “I heard, from Amber, that if a slave is submissive enough, over time her body will instinctively shape itself to whatever it feels their master desires! Maybe that’s what’s happening.” The moment she finished speaking she slid her lips right back down on Cercus’s member.

“That would make sense. Big tits are the one thing always in fashion! And I would love to have a pair like yours, Ember,” Winter replied, giving yet another respectful grope of the dragon’s chest. “It’s like yours just grew and grew and didn’t feel like stopping until the men around you were satisfied with them!”

“Ms. Twilight always says the first sign of submission is body language!” Luster quickly added again.

“Ooooo, I know! Ember, on your hands and knees, above me,” Cercus ordered the ruler of dragons.

“Heh, alright,” Ember chuckled, playing along and dropping Cercus’s head to the cozy mattress as she dangled her bare tits a mere inch away from the youngling’s nose. Unsurprisingly enough, she was accustomed to her chest being the center of attention in any given room. “I love how boobs always look so much bigger this way,” Cercus giggled, drunkenly grasping and squeezing her drooping mammaries like udders on a cow, complete with the milking motions as he brought her nipples into his mouth, giving them both a rippling suck before letting them bounce back into position.

“Heh heh, you damn brat,” Ember chuckled as her body began to roll with pleasure. Just like the sexperts they were trained for years to be, the three kids had easily identified her breasts as her weak points and had been focusing on them since day one of their journey.

“Wait… so if you got pregnant, would they get even bigger?” Winter asked.

“No… dragons get pregnant differently from you kirins or ponies. Our stomachs and tits don’t get fat, we just pop out an egg then get on with our lives,” Ember groaned through her enjoyment. Even Luster glanced up from Cercus’s cock and giggled at the sight of her master taking those tits in again, in turn sending rippling waves of vibrating pleasure to the changeling himself. The dragoness couldn’t help but notice her attentive, suckling changeling taking a pause as he clenched his eyes shut with a groan. Luster mewled happily like a kitten as master’s cream flooded into her mouth. She hummed in contentment as it came, stroking the exposed part of Cercus’s cock to properly coax the entire load out. Winter didn’t even need to see to tell that her master had cum, or what Luster had in mind. All three of them knew each other like the back of their hoof. Moving on the bed until they perpendicularly straddled their shared master, the two sister slaves engaged in a loving kiss as Luster’s tongue pushed her fair share of Cercus’s load into Winter’s awaiting mouth whereupon they both swallowed with satisfied gulps.

“Mmmmm, thank you, master,” the two girls moaned in perfect seductive unison, leaning over to plant two thankful kisses on the sides of Cercus’s happily twitching cock.

“Your cum sure tastes better than ever lately!” Luster noted with glee as she crawled over to take her standby spot besides her changeling mate, engaging in some rather lewd hoof holding with him. Winter, on the other side, went down lower and straddled her master’s still full mast cock. It seemed after recent events, Cercus had at least earned the ability to pump out more loads consistently. Loads greater in both quality and quantity.

“Do you want my pussy or ass this time, master?” Winter asked.

“I think you already know,” Cercus said, his rod bobbing in excitement as he wiggled his hips excitedly. Winter giggled knowingly, using her gentle hoof as she lovingly guided the changeling’s cock into her dripping cunt. Meanwhile, Luster watched with perverted glee as Winter braced her hooves against Cercus’s groin before she began to bounce her flank and moan away on the youngling’s towering spire.

“Hey now, pay attention down there, Shrimp!” Ember instructed the boy below in mock sternness, shaking her dangling tits in Cercus’s face. “My tits aren’t going to milk themselves!”

“Cercus… are you still in here?” The soft voice of Seta was heard suddenly, pushing her way past the draped blanket fort to spot her son staring at her like a deer caught in headlights, with Ember’s tit in hoof, her dark azure nipple a mere inch away from being brought into his mouth.

“Ugggg, mom!” Cercus groaned, quickly using his magic to throw back Ember’s arms, causing the surprised dragon to collapse atop of him, concealing his head in a twin mountain of titflesh in an odd attempt to hide himself. “I’m trying to enjoy a moment with my girls!” the now muffled voice of the youngling spoke. Winter brought a slow pause to her bouncing as Luster respectfully assumed a sitting position facing her mother-in-enslavement.

“Cercus… you’ve had a moment with them. All of the moments. You’ve literally spent weeks worth of time alone together in this room,” Seta said calmly.

“Not true… we were all asleep for like… a third of the trip. That time doesn’t count,” the muffled Cercus retorted.

“Don’t you think you can spare some time to join all the other students on the deck and learn some skills you might need to know in Zebrica? Like how to pursue and secure a fleeing mare. It won’t be long until we make land at our destination and have to put those skills to the test.”

“But I don’t want to do things that way anymore, mom!” Cercus exclaimed, rolling Ember off of him to face his mother directly, the dragoness still blinking in confusion at this slightly awkward family conversation. “Tracking down zebras? Tying them up? Ripping off their clothes? That just seems so mean! It’ll make the zebras resent us. Besides… I practiced my bondage skills on Winter and Luster last night. They couldn’t get out of it.”

“True!” They both chimed in.

“In fact I even had trouble untying the knots I made. It was a whole heck of a mess!”

“I mean for zebras, dear. It may be unpleasant but we have to, honey. You know as well as everyone else, women should not remain as free individuals. Just look at your girls! How miserable do you think they would be without you in their lives?”

“Also true…” Luster had to admit. Winter nodded in agreement.

“I know that… I just think we could do things differently…” Cercus shrugged.

“Well then… how would you have all of the zebras join us? Hmmm?” Seta asked, taking a seat off the side of the bed, hoping to at least give her son some interest in their mission from this conversation.

“By talking to them and convincing them?” Cercus stated.

“With talking…?” Seta spoke slowly with a pause. The type of parental pause that was supposed to give her son ample hint and time to realize how foolish of a thing he was saying. But no such realization occurred. She sighed. “Cercus… when your father was your age, he was abducting entire families' worth of mares and fillies from Equestria. Sure, they were scared for a little while they were gagged and tied up together, but he made up for it afterwards when they were put to use. Now do you think he would have been able to score a family-wide orgy of mothers and daughters had he simply walked up to their front door and tried to ‘talk’ them into it?”

Cercus grumbled at his mother’s point as she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “At least let us practice your mental magic, honey. You are the first male in the existence of my hive to have such powers. Many changelings are expecting you to do a great many things with them after all.”

“Mind controlling zebras seems worse than the tying them up option!” Cercus exclaimed in a fluster.

“It’s necessary, Cercus,” Seta stressed again, concealing her desperation of hoping to keep her son on the right path. “We can’t ‘talk’ to them because our prey are never logical. Sure, in a perfect world we can simply tell them of the wondrous utopian Equestria we helped build and how the denizens of the land live happy endless lives, and that would be enough to convince them to join us. But we expect the zebras to be just as stubborn as all the rest. That is why my hive was given such powers to begin with, to force their hand.” She bopped him on the nose.

Ember had to admit, she had a point. When she ruled in the Badlands, there would have been no amount of talking that could have convinced dragons to join up a sex-centered society. Heck, no amount of talking would have even been able to convince some of the guys to be even slightly less unbearable. She had always reasoned that was why the Bloodstone Scepter was created as forcibly controlling all dragons everywhere was the only way for their species to allow any sort of ruler. And she may have thought Chrysalis was a biggest bitch bug of the highest possible magnitude, but Ember understood why the queen relied on trickery and deception to get what she wanted from them.

“Accck! Urrgggghhhh…. m-my heart…” Cercus suddenly groaned in sudden pain, clutching his chest. “It hurts!!!”

“That only worked for the first few times, but now I’m not buying it again, young man,” Seta said firmly.

“...Fine...” Cercus moaned as he dropped his charade. If it would get his mom off his back for a while at least.

“Good!” Seta clapped cutely, finally getting through to her son in some way, before looking around the room of guinea pigs. “I doubt Winter or Luster would be good subjects, seeing as you are likely already part of all of their memories. Here… let’s use this one,” Seta said, levitating Ember over to lie face up, front and center, on the bed.

“I have a name you know,” Ember growled as she was made the center of attention. “I was Lord of the Dragons… hello?”

“Quiet you,” Seta chided, delivering a quick pinch to the dragoness’s erect nips as Cercus straddled her chest. “Now… place your hooves upon her head and concentrate.” Cercus nodded as Ember stared on uneasily at him. When they told her she would allow men to do anything to her, she assumed that meant being treated as a sex pet and cum storage unit. She was right in that regard but didn't realize it also meant she had no choice but to serve as a test subject in a male’s magic training as well!

Seta turned away in thought, trying to deduce the best choice of words she could use to explain the possession process to her son. “Okay… use your magic. Try and imagine yourself as a listless cloud, floating away in a gentle breeze, like a leaf in the wind. A cloud that floats through the skin… envelops the brain… and…”

“Mom... I’m already inside her,” Ember suddenly spoke out, causing Seta to whip her head back around. Sure enough, Cercus's body was gone!

“Wha-amazing… I’d expect nothing less from a male!” Seta proudly boasted. Maybe her son would have a leg up against Pharynges after all!

“This isn’t bad for her is it? The last thing I want to do is hurt Ember,” Ember said.

“Don’t worry, it is perfectly safe as long as you want it to be. Besides, there’s plenty of empty space in that head. I’d estimate she can fit a dozen of my sisters in there!” Seta replied.

“Okay… you know I’m right here, right?” Ember replied annoyedly, wanting to reach over and spank the mouthy changeling mother but her body moved with a will of its own. It felt like a non-stop series of involuntary movements, but rather than random spasms her limbs were moving with a greater purpose.

“Oooo, that looks like fun!” Winter called, her and Luster exchanging grinning glances before crawling their way towards the dragoness sex symbol.

“Wait! Don’t touch her while I’m in here!” Ember called out to them, holding her hands extended out to stop them. “I can feel anything she feels, and that’ll just be weird for me!”

“Huh, do we still have to listen to master’s orders when they are coming from Ember’s mouth?” Luster jokingly asked.

“I don’t know… technically she’s at the same level we are...” Winter joined in.

“Now you have full control over your host's memories!” Seta beamed as she continued on. “Go on… change whatever you like with your slave. She's fully customizable! All it takes is a simple thought! Make her lust after animals, or believe that your cum makes her tits grow larger, or… or insert memories of how she was sexually molested by her subjects during her reign as Dragon Lord!”

“But I was actually molested like that!” the real Ember replied.

“See? If they say that it means you’ve done it, Cercus!”

Cercus felt a tinge of fear emanating from within the dragoness’s possessed form, but he held her tongue. “Why would I do any of that?” EmberCercus quickly asked. “Ember is already perfect as she is!” The fear vanished in an instant, replaced by radiating affection and love. It felt wrong even feeling it like this, like he was cheating.

“Land Hoe!” A stallion’s voice from the crow’s nest was heard calling out the top of his lungs from the entire boat.

“Hmph, it seems as though we are out of time already,” Seta huffed, glancing out the side window she could faintly make out a distant landmass that was their destination. “Get out of your slave, Cercus. They are going to want everyone in one place when we land.”

Elsewhere in Zebrica, inside a large lone room full of ornate jewelry and crystals, a single zebra mare gently stirred awake. Layers upon layers of smooth silky bed sheets flowed off her limbs like water as she rose upwards, revealing a luscious set of curvaceous curves textured in stripes of grey and black. Not a word was spoken as she opened her regal eyes, seeing only many more staring silently back at her from every direction, waiting for this moment. Lowest to the floor were zebra colts, many of them… enough to fill a full semicircle around her grandiose bed.

The woman in the bed offered no words or expression to their presence, merely promptly leaned off to the side and hooked her hands around the slender body of the first one to her left side. The colt’s legs curled in the air as he was momentarily hoisted upwards, dragged over, and set directly before the beautiful naked mare on his back. Craning his head upward to retain his view of her, the colt was surprised to see the zebra mare’s hand reaching between his legs! Instinctively he tried to push her away, but the wordless mare had seemingly been expecting that, placing her other firm on his chest to hold him down in greater strength.

The colt’s eyes shot open wide as he felt the mare grab hold of his cock and began to earnestly stroke away, his desire to resist quickly fading. The other boys standing around the bed all reacted with their own shock, exchanging glances of nervousness now but none being so bold as to leave the spot they were planted in.

The colt’s short legs began to twitch and curl in the air as the mare played with his dick, the zebra’s face remaining stoic and expressionless as her hand worked, uncaring with the pleasurable sensations she was shooting through the underage zebra boy. One of her attendants stepped forward to speak, but the zebra silenced her with a single finger in the air.

After mere seconds of the skillful handjob, the colt’s back arched into the air, a pleasured groan escaping his lips. He didn’t have the faintest idea what amazing sensations were coursing through his every nerve, but it felt good… and even better as the pleasure culminated at the tip of his member. In a burst, a solid white strand of milky cum shot into the air, hanging there briefly before gravity brought the stream crashing back down into the groin of the boy, soaking it and the hand that had summoned it forth.

The zebra mare, as emotionless as ever, idly brought her now cum soaked hand to her lips, licking but a single smidge of the frothy white substance. She swirled the cum around in her mouth before swallowing it down. Her eyes then locked intently on the boy’s panting face.

“A boy of the msitu. Southern Congo basin. Aged early teenager… no… kumi. Correct?” The mare finally spoke her first words of the morning, speaking in her native Zebwahili language in a tribal tongue. The striped colt was confused, but nevertheless quickly nodded his head at the woman’s accurate assessment before she continued, taking another lick of his sperm. “Never with a lover. Never pleasured oneself. Never a woman on the mind...” The colt nodded again, still confused.

“Takataka!” The mare decreed, wiping the remainder of cum on the colt’s fur before two zebra mares approached, and carried him off without another word. The boy hung his head limply in shattering defeat as he was taken from the chambers. The zebra mare paid him no further mind, instead turning her attention to the next colt in line as she drew him up to her bed. “Let us pray the rest of you watoto do not disappoint as such.”

“Mother Zabella… I received word you had awoken.” Another female zebra’s voice was heard in the packed chambers. One belonging to a zebra filly, aged only slightly older than the very colts in the room. Her hooves clicked on the floor as she trotted inside, taking a royal bow before what could easily be considered her mother’s de facto throne.

“Daughter Zuri, so you are here,” Zabella replied back, tipping the next boy over onto his backside. She stared not at the filly but between the colt’s legs with disappointment. Regardless, her royal hand once again repeated the process as before. “As it has come to be, I have a task for you in mind.”

“Speak, mother,” Zuri replied solemnly, “and I will see to it with all of my heart.”

“I had a dream last night… but perhaps not a dream. A vision. Maono. A foresight. A glimpse from the spirits showing me what is to be seen.”

Zuri said nothing, but glanced up at her mother with noted interest. Not just her own, but her many female servants stationed around the chambers did as well.

“Strangers from a distant land are coming soon. They will arrive on our western coast en masse. Warriors. Maadui. Men. They bring ruin and chaos to all they touch,” Zabella continued, the colt in her grasp squirming. He was obviously an inexperienced virgin like the last but desperatly sought to hold it in longer.

“I understand, mother,” Zuri replied with another bow. “I will see to their quick demise.” She turned to leave.

“No… They will be dealt with. Like all the others. For you, I have a greater purpose to play.”

“W-what is it?” she asked as she resumed her respectful position, though on edge.

“I sense there is one among them. One worthy. A skilled lover. Mtumwa wa upendo. Bring him directly to me.” The boy in her fingers’ delicate grasp clenched and came into the air, as he in turn gasped for it. Zabella's gaze hardened in further disgust. Not even seeing fit to place the boy’s sperm in her mouth, she instead wiped it off on the colt’s mane before waving him off. Two additional zebra mares took hold of him and carried him off like the first.

“I… I understand, mother. I will find them,” Zuri pledged. “Kwa Amani na mafanikio kwa Zebrica.”

“Kwa Amani na mafanikio kwa Zebrica,” every single zebra in the room, save her mother, chanted back in unison.