Total Changeling Domination

“Yeah… this is definitely the place. I can just smell the potential for fresh meat here,” Pharynx grinned as he stepped out onto the vacant beach, taking a boastful stance with his hands on his hips. The endless sound of waves crashing against the warm sand was welcomed after weeks trapped on that boat. The beach itself was relatively small as the sandy shore further up the hill faded into dirt, and on that dirt were some of the largest, thickest, and tallest trees Cercus had ever seen! Hundreds and even thousands of trees composed a mystical rainforest, all stretching far up and up into the clear blue sky above. Needless to say, they weren’t going to have much visibility through that canopy but it at least meant that their boat was well concealed.

“Wooooow….” Cercus marveled at the first sight of land in weeks as he rode on Winter’s back. “So this is Zebrica!”

“Stick together, everyone!” Pharynx instructed as if he were leading a school field trip. Which, in some ways, he actually was. After the boat was secured, all were gathered around in a group before the changeling leader. Cercus, Winter, Luster, and all the others turned to give him their full attention. “It looks like that zebra slut Zecora’s information was right on the money. Although she hasn’t been in her native country for a few decades, it’s likely this place hasn’t changed all that much to alter the game plan. So listen up! As my fellow lings here are well aware by now, we are far from Equestria and far out of range of the love magic we’ve amassed there. So, to put it plainly, there will be no more splitting mountains for the time being, so our initial starting operation here requires a certain amount of careful finesse.” Pharynx pointed to Tylus and a group of drones behind him. “Us men will be taking to the skies and scouting ahead, noting any groups of zebras we find, and not letting ourselves be spotted. As per usual in our typical invasions before Equestria. You veterans know the drill.” The other drones nodded in understanding. “So the rest of you all will unpack and establish our landing base here. We need to get a new wave of love magic flowing in the air so ladies, it’s time to do what you were born for…”

Winter, Luster, and many of the other school fillies were seen giggling and bouncing up and down in excitement, sensing an impending orgy coming their way. Even their adult escort slave they had brought with them gave an anticipating blush.

“Remember,” Pharynx went on. “The start of any invasion is always the hardest. Once we take a few villages, we’ll have plenty of thicc striped sluts to sink into, and the love magic flowing from them will only make our jobs easier and safer the more women we break in and enslave. So keep your chin up! Men, let's get this show on the road already! Get stretching, we fly in five!”

“Hmph… at least it’ll be nice to be on the winning side for once,” Ember noted as the speech concluded and groups began to mingle amongst each other. “So what’s the plan, Shrimp?” she asked Cercus, crouching down low to meet the boy at eye level. “More of what me and the girls have been doing for the past few weeks?”

“I’m game!” Luster jumped excitedly.

“I mean, we don’t really have to say it at this point, Luster, do we?” Winter added.

“Actually… I had something else in mind, girls,” Cercus whispered back, exchanging glances between all of his slaves and those around him. “First we need to find somewhere private to chat.”

“Well, well, well, well, well…. well… look who finally decided to show his face,” the cocky voice of Pharynges was heard. “If I didn’t know any better, heh, I would have thought your own slaves were holding you prisoner down there. Heheh, get it?”

“Pharynges… good to see you… I got things to do,” Cercus quickly attempted to shuffle past him, only to be blocked by his fellow youngling.

“Oh so do I,” Pharynges replied, grabbing and roughly pulling Flurry Heart over to his side. The filly alicorn gave the other group an awkward smile as she winced from her master’s rough grip. “Like her? Yeah… my mom had her arranged to be assigned to me as a gift for my choosing ceremony. A slave cut from a finer cloth than some commoners.”

“T-thank you, mast-,” Flurry Heart started, only to be interrupted by him with a hoof to her lips.

“Shhh shhh shh. Fair warning to you, Cercus,” Pharynges continued, eyeing both Luster and Winter up and down, rather lustfully. “You know what zebra men are rumored to be like, right? Huge dongs and the desire to cuck. Masters of the ancient Cuckage Art! They’ll steal your women and make you watch as they cum to enjoy it! Nothing for us real men to really worry about… unless any of us are the type of guy who gets captured and fucked like a female!” Pharynges laughed hysterically as he pranced off, not giving Cercus a chance to offer a retort. Flurry Heart gave the group a sorry wave goodbye as she was tugged away with her master by her leash.

“Now that’s a typical changeling,” Ember muttered to herself.

“Weird flex, but okay…” Cercus sighed, watching them go. Poor Flurry though. Like any pet, he knew they had a tendency to emulate their owner’s behavior over time. He hated the prospect of a nice bright filly becoming anything like her master.

“Hey…. there you are, buddy,” Tylus was heard saying from behind, patting him on the back proudly. “Sorry if this is brief, but the guys are all eager to get started.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, dad,” Cercus said. “We’re not under as much magic here so we age normally for once. I want to hurry up too. I can already just feel myself getting older." He stared at his arm as if seeing the decay of age take place before him. "Not to mention all of the zebras are as well!”

“I’m with master on this one,” Winter shrugged. “If there’s one thing Miss Chrysalis has taught us it's that guys get less interested in us the older we get. So we should make this snappy!”

“Hmmm… well not to sound old myself, but back in my day we all perpetually aged upwards at a synchronized rate consistent with linear time, and you didn’t hear us yapping about it...” Tylus scoffed as he walked away.

“Alright, bring it in, ladies,” Cercus whispered in a hush, bringing his kirin, pony, and dragoness sex slaves into a close huddle. “I have a plan to put into action. I’m going to be one to make first contact with the zebras. But not for the normal reasons like everyone else is here for.”

“Am I the only one who thinks it’s sad we have to call this ‘normal’?” Ember asked rhetorically.

“So… I am going to see if we can resolve this matter peacefully, diplomatically,” Cercus said, puffing out his chest proudly.

“Well, whatever you want to do, master, we’ll support you,” Luster said uneasily. “But that doesn’t change the fact that’ll be difficult to pull off. Every guy here is eager to get things rolling!”

“That’s why I’m sneaking away right now while you two girls distract everyone during the orgy!” Cercus ordered Winter and Luster before turning and pointing to Ember. “And you’re coming with me into the forest… because, well… I heard my mom said she would kill you if you let anything happen to me,” he sighed.

“Literally kill me,” Ember corrected, booping the youngling on the nose. “And that’s only after she completely mind tortures me and turns every happy memory I’ve had since birth into a waking nightmare. It was actually one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard from the milfbug. Gotta respect her for it. But, yeah, you aren’t ever getting out of my sight!”

None of the school students or mares were aware that their arrival in Zebrica had been foretold and expected. That they had been watched ever since their vessel had been spotted approaching on the horizon.

The two eyes of Zuri shrank into narrow slits, rife with suppressed anger as she surveyed the collection of men, women, and children. The men took off in flight like a swarm of locusts, headed east. They would be dealt with. Her mission remained here.

Reaching into one of the many leather bound pouches she wore strapped around her flank, she withdrew a hoofful of whitish green powder. Taking a deep breath in, she blew the substance into the air. The wind suddenly shifted, carrying the dust, surprisingly, to her right, a slight deviation from where the rest of the main group was stationed before her. She couldn’t complain over the unexpected ease of her task as she followed it sneaking away from the others.

“So what is the plan, Shrimp?” Ember asked, her infamous breasts bouncing wildly as she jogged behind Cercus while he hurriedly scampered away from the beach camp being set up, venturing deeper and deeper into the unknown forest. A thick canopy of vines, and thick green leaves had to be pushed out of their way to even do so as they ducked and dodged around wide, round pillars of wooden trees that stretched up high into the sky. All the while being mindful to look down and not trip over the many protruding roots that sprung out of the dirt.

“The same plan it always should have been,” Cercus answered excitedly as he quickened his pace. “We are going to find the nearest zebras to us and convince them to join us with words!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve always wanted to see if a changeling could talk a woman into orgasm. But before that, we have no idea where we are in this freaking land. The nearest zebra could be dozens of miles away. Do you even know where you’re going?”

“Heh heh heh,” Cercus chuckled. Sweet innocent Ember, if only she knew. According to his dad, one of the many, many superpowers the mighty male gender had over their lowly female slaves was, in a sense, the ability of direction. No man ever needed a map nor needed to ask for directions. Their superior senses and gut led them to wherever they wanted to go, every single time without fail.

“Well… wherever you’re taking us, wouldn’t it be quicker to fly?”

“You’re right…” Cercus muttered, slowing to a halt with Ember behind him. Why hadn’t his male-sense brought that to light sooner? “We’re far enough away from the others now. Should we just fly?”

“Think we should,” Ember replied, staring up into the tall trees that nearly blocked out the entirety of the sky. She did also note her master had been trapped in a bed for the past few weeks, by choice, and didn’t have a good opportunity to stretch his wings. “If you don’t want to tire your wings, you could hop on me and I could give you a ride.”

“Ooooh… sounds like someone is just eager for a little role reversal compared to last night!” Cercus glanced at his slave with a laugh.

“Hehehe you little brat! Come here!” Ember chuckled gleefully as she chased after the playfully fleeing youngling through the thick underbrush. To her surprise, it was easy to catch him only a few feet away as Cercus tripped and fell.

“Oof!” Cercus wheezed as he made a hard landing onto the forest ground. An assortment of dead leaves and twigs doing little to break the fall.

“Oh boy… Are you okay?!” The busty dragoness’s playful tone had completely changed into one of concern for her master’s wellbeing. Running to his side, she knelt down to check. Wait... Cercus hadn’t tripped, he had been tripped. She could see a bola clearly wrapped around his legs, holding them tightly together.

As Ember reached down with a claw to cut it off. A rustling in the bushes was heard, her tail rose up just in time, before she could even see it, blocking a second thrown at her.

Ember glared at their unseen foe, scanning the surrounding forest, snorting a breath of angry smoke from her nostrils. “Get up! We have company,” she growled, cutting the bola binding Cercus’s legs while flinging away the one wrapped around her tail.

The changeling’s heart raced as he got up on his feet. Both of them looked around, only to their surprise did they see Zuri’s fierce gaze locked on them as she emerged out of some nearby brush.

“A zebra filly!” Cercus marveled in glee with sparkles in his eyes. He had made first contact quicker than he thought! And what a cute first contact she was! Standing only slightly taller than him was the striped creature, on all fours, adorned with various necklaces and beads. On her flank sat various pouches and talismans, laying atop a fur loincloth that covered and concealed where her cutie mark would be. Did zebras have cutie marks? Were they a thing here? Questions to be answered shortly. “This is perfect!”

“Not so perfect…” Ember growled back, staring daggers at the striped filly who sent her own daggers their way. “She doesn’t exactly come across as friendly. So much for a warm welcome.”

“She’s just frightened because she doesn’t know what we’re doing here! We didn't exactly send a letter of introduction. This is exactly where talking is going to solve all of our problems!” Cercus excitedly jumped to his feet as he approached the filly. Zuri glared back, readying her stance as the situation tensed, though the changeling did not get the memo. “HELLO! We come in peace!” Cercus spoke slowly and loudly.

“Ni maneno gani haya unayoyasema!” Zuri spat back in her native tongue, a sharp contrast to the Ponish the changeling spoke… as his one and only language.

Cercus’s face suddenly fell flat as a large hole was suddenly and irrevocably poked in his grand master plan for peace! Ember put her head in her claw and sighed, muttering “That dumb lovable boy...”

“Wait… wait…” Cercus stalled as he racked his mind, tapping his foot rapidly on the ground. “I can figure this out!”

“What? Are you going to decipher the entire Zebrican language right here and now, master?” Ember jokingly asked. “Better hurry up! I don’t think she’s going to give you the time!” Sure enough Zuri was readying a blow pipe next, training it directly at the boy. She sucked in a breath and blew, firing the shot at Cercus’s neck. But to her surprise, the dart passed right through him. The changeling’s body dissipated into pink smoke as the projectile stuck into the tree behind him. Zuri took a panicked step backward now, swatting at the smoke as it swarmed her and flowed into her head. In one ear and out the other, just like when Winter had attempted to tutor Ember on proper bedside manners.

“There we go!” Cercus beamed as he materialized back into his normal body shape.

“Wha...words…. maneno... words… these, I see, hear, in my mind…” Zuri now spoke in Ponish, looking around dazed and confused at her very ability to do so! She fumbled backwards, shaky in her steps as recognizable words began to exit her lips, although with a rather thick tribal accent.

“Wait… what did you do?” Ember asked quizzically.

“I gave her mind a full crash course on our language. Just so we can communicate!” Cercus beamed proudly at her. His grand plan wasn't dead yet.

“...Nice! That’s using the ol’penis brain you males are supposed to be known for!”

“...I’m really going to have to give you another spanking later, aren’t I?”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time!”

“You! Pony!” Zuri grabbed both of their attention back with another glare and pointed at the changeling and naked dragoness. “What are you doing here?”

“Changeling…” Cercus quietly corrected before adding in slow speak, “We are here to make peace! Can you take us to your leader?”

“Geez, now it's you who needs the spanking!” Ember retorted back.

“What? What did I say?”

“Take us to your leader? What are we? Aliens?”

“Well, technically, yeah... we are. I’ve read a dictionary before.”

“...Ugh! Fucking male brains,” Ember grumbled.

“You know you are a horrible example of a Sex Symbol!” Cercus jokingly laughed.

“Sex Symbol in name only! I’ve always hated that title!”

Zuri gazed, mouth agape, at the strange bickering couple in confusion with a tiny bit of horror mixed in at the sight they weren’t taking this meeting as seriously as she was. “You…” Zuri then asked, pointing a hoof at Ember. “Why are you here with him, naked lizard?”

“Eheh… m-maybe we should save those questions for later,” Cercus stepped forward to answer for his slave. “You are probably interested in everything going on here.”

“I do not care about the rest of your party,” Zuri said dryly. “I care about you.”

“Me?”

“My mother has seen your arrival. She seeks you. She desires you as a lover. She sent me to bring you to her.”

Cercus blinked in confusion, exchanging puzzled glances with his slave dragoness. “Ummmm, that’s very nice of your mom, who I’ve never seen before, to offer I guess. I’m sure she’s a looker.”

“Out of the question. His plate is rather full of love to give,” Ember glared back, rather strangely firm. “Doesn’t your mother have a mas-... husband to fill that role?”

“NO!!!” Zuri suddenly yelled back with a growl, shocking both dragon and changeling alike. “No more husbands! They are gone…”

A pause occurred in the air… one that soon grew as pregnant as a bred mare. It just now occurred to the both of them that perhaps Zebrica had a little more going on than what Zecora’s outdated intel had provided them….

“We’ll help you…” Cercus spoke slowly and softly, holding his hooves out to show he wasn’t seeking to be a threat. “Just, please, tell us what is going on?”

Seeing that the two clueless foreigners were approaching this peacefully and had even made her able to understand their language, Zuri relaxed. An explanation was the least he deserved. “Fine. I will tell you in this ridiculous language you have shoved into my head,” she said, reaching into another one of her sacks and pulling out a hoof full of purplish pink dust. She blew it into the air where it didn’t scatter, but rather formed various shapes and depictions. A product of the zebra’s own magic.

“Not long ago, in Zebrica, there was war. Conflict. Death,” Zuri spoke as the dust formed in the shape of two sides of thin figures fighting each other with bows and spears. “War that laid waste to our beloved land, yet raged onward as if unimportant. Uncared for. The home we have kept for thousands of years. It was our lowest point. But hope was not lost to us all. It was then that one called the Great Revealer arrived with a warning of even greater destruction soon to come.” The dust revealed the form of a shapely cloaked figure, donned in black. “She spoke true, speaking that we had always known, showing the truth we had refused to accept. Men. It was always them. Those creatures were to blame. That this was a war of men, for men, killing us all. The rest of us were left as mere spectators, without a voice to be heard yet dealt with the consequences. She told us that men were self destructive, prideful, and arrogant. Wanaume wabaya! Embodying the ugliest traits of our species in a boundless destructive force. Worst of all, we have just recently learned of a land where the ugliest, most vile of men rose up in rebellion against our very gender! Wanawake! Enslaving all women, leaving none free to think or act for herself…”

“...Oh boy…” Cercus muttered to himself.

“So, as the men and their war raged, the women did the one thing the men could not. They made peace.” The smoke depicted two fair zebra maidens meeting together, with many smaller zebra mares behind them. “The two wives of the two great tribe’s chieftains met in secrecy. One of them, my mother. They plotted together, and spread their plan to their followers, and their followers’ followers. A plan to end all wars and conflicts forever…”

“By how…” Cercus asked uneasily with a swallow.

“By ending men, stupid pony!” Zuri seethed, baring her teeth angrily at him. “All of them. Not one was spared. Each hunted down. Kuanza kamili tena! The Great Reset was then its name. A time where Zebrica itself was reborn from the ashes of our razed lands. And it worked! We have known nothing but peace since then.” The magical dust was calm now, unmoving and tranquil, before finally floating away in the wind.

“But if your mother has such a problem with men, why does she want Cercus as a lover?”

“Men are wicked creatures. No shortage to their spite. Even after they are gone, in what had to be done, their curse still remains. With time many of my sisters ignore and forget the crimes of men, choosing only to remember the comfort those men provided them.”

“So she’s horny…” Ember figured with a shrug. “That’ll happen if you get rid of all your studs.”

“Today, with the peace we have lived, all have known my mother’s past actions were just,” Zuri continued on as she slowly crept closer to Cercus, reaching into her pouch. “Yet the curse of men weighs heavily on her heart. It is not one easily lifted, though it must be so!” Cercus gasped as Zuri suddenly lunged at him with a knife!

With a flick of her tail, Ember swatted the knife straight from her hoof where it thunked into a nearby tree trunk. Using her leg she pulled the changeling boy behind her, guarding him with a protective growl. Zuri was not intimidated, disengaged back as her murderous gaze shifted towards Ember. Reaching into her sack again, she pulled out a reddish powder, flinging it directly at the dragon’s head! With then a prompt click of her teeth, the dust ignited, exploding directly in Ember’s face with a loud bang!

When the smoke cloud finally cleared, Ember still stood, staring unharmed and unamused at the zebra filly. “Sheesh, even the dragon boys I watched over were better behaved than this,” she commented, crossing her arms below her bare chest. Before the zebra filly could pull out anything more from her bag of tricks, the dragoness whipped her tail forward smacking the small striped filly against a trunk where she held her steady and restrained there. “Alright… Cercus,” Ember sighed, “it was a decent effort, but I think your attempts at ‘talking’ through this are played out. Isn’t it high time for some of your flashy magic to turn her good… or at least sane? Or maybe just stick your dick in her. That always seems to turn women to the changeling’s side for some reason… Huh...”

“No… no… no! T-that’s not the way I want to do things!” Cercus adamantly exclaimed, though noticeably worried and anxious. Still persistent, even in the face of this strange murderous filly. He pulled Ember’s tail off the zebra, allowing Zuri to drop to the ground, only to be helped up by the very changeling she had sought to kill. “Please… we just want to help.”

“You…” Zuri spoke slowly. “You... are different from the others.”

“Yes.. yes that’s right!” Cercus offered the striped filly a warm smile.

Zuri paused before smiling back, replying, “please die.”