Author's Note

Good news and bad news. Good news is that I've finally finalized the storyline I want to do for this arc. The bad news is for you and it's that I've finally finalized the storyline I want to do for this arc. Given earlier hints that this story will revolve around very "age-challenged" individuals, this is your warning that these upcoming chapters might contain some crossing of lines that weren't meant to be crossed. But damn if that doesn't make it easier to be original.

Finding the Zebras

Nothing… there’s nothing here!” Tylus exclaimed, wings buzzing behind him as he and his fellow coworkers hovered idly a few hundred feet into the air. “We’ve scouted for hundreds of miles in every direction. There isn’t even the smallest sign of zebra life anywhere! And I mean anywhere!” The other changelings beside him reluctantly nodded their heads in agreement.

“Impossible…” Pharynx seethed at their report. “There’s no way this large of an area is devoid of striped life. I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys are just out of practice doing this.”

“You sure we’re in the right country, boss?” another changeling minion asked.

“Yeah. Would be pretty embarrassing if we’re actually invading the wrong nation again.”

“No, no… I’m pretty sure this is the right place,” Pharynx mused, unfolding and gazing upon his map. Tylus winced painfully at such a blatant unmanly display. Something he definitely would have taken a jab at, had Pharynx not been royalty. “Of course, the zebras aren’t exactly putting their address on the side of their land mass, so even if we were in the wrong place, it would really be their fault to begin with.” It didn’t make much sense. Their informant Zecora had told them that zebra settlements were heavily concentrated on the shorelines… So why nothing so far?

“Well… we didn’t find any zebras… but there were at least signs that someone or somethings have lived here,” offered Cornicle. “Burnt fields, ravaged forests, holes carved from explosions, obviously a lot of stuff some wildlife isn’t going to make. I think that a battle took place here, sir…”

“So what… you’re saying that all the zebras are dead? Killed in some war?” Pharynx asked, trying to get a clear picture of the deal here. Mysteries were not his forte. Whatever these stripers were fighting about, it better have been about sex, otherwise they were just being dumb.

“No…” Cornicle shook his head. “If they were all dead, we would have at least found plenty of bodies. But we didn’t. It’s almost as if the battle was fought by ghosts!”

“Ooo, ghost battles! How haunting!”

“Yeah. And we’ve found abandoned-looking villages. No bodies, living or dead were there. Just overgrown with nature. No zebras, or anyone, have lived here for… years!”

“Uggggg, talk about getting blue-balled by this tease of a nation,” Pharynx groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine…. men, let's just, I don’t know, move our search area a few hundred klicks north and try this all again.” The many ling scouts nodded their heads as their wings buzzed, the swarm moving after their frustrated leader. “There has to be some zebras here… it’s not as if they all just vanished from the face of the planet without a trace! We’ll just fuck these striped cunts a hundred times harder for making us play this game of cat and mouse when we do finally find them!”

Ember rolled her eyes as she watched the youngling and zebra roll about amongst the dirt in an angry tussle. Kids these days… She supposed the changelings were right in the regard of dangling a bit of sex helped keep them better behaved. But it wasn’t as if these two kids were in any sort of loving mood right now. With a sigh, the dragoness separated the two bickering youngsters with her tail, allowing them both a moment of reprieve.

“You’re so weird!” Cercus growled feistily at the striped foal.

“Mjinga!” Zuri exclaimed back angrily, hoof slapping the changeling upside the head. “Mother is a ruler of Zebrica! An ordinary peasant such as you should be honored with the chance to even lay eyes upon her! You should be groveling at my hooves for the opportunity to see her!!”

“Ow! Wait… so you want me to go visit her?” Cercus asked.

“Mjinga! Stupid pony!” Zuri shouted even angrier, accompanied by another slap to his head.

“Changeling!! I’m a changeling!” Cercus corrected yet again. “And anyways, my dad says I’m way too young to be into milfs!”

“Alright, alright,” Ember broke in. “You kids have finally made up. The zebra filly wants to impale the changeling with a dagger and the changeling wants to impale the zebra with something else entirely. Lets just call it even.”

Cercus didn’t know in what universe those two situations would cancel out to be “even”. One brought pain while the other brought pleasure. Though he bit his tongue voicing his thoughts, shrugging upon remembering that for women like Ember, those two things were basically the same so he could understand her confusion.

“Whatever. Come,” the tribal filly beckoned with her hoof, making off in a brisk pace through the rainforest. “I’ve wasted enough time with this nonsense already.” Cercus was still left pondering at her backside before he was nudged forward by Ember’s tail to follow. Oddly enough, the zebra was taking off in a completely different direction than what his male gut had been leading him towards. Curious.

“Where are you going?” Cercus asked after her.

“If I cannot do away with you, mjinga pony, I will simply settle for hiding you from my mother’s grasp. Forever. So I will be taking you to my home.”

“Well… okay then,” Cercus shrugged with a glance at his naked dragoness companion. This was progress at least right. To be fair, it was a bit of a bumpy start to their relationship, but he was sure this would make a funny story they could all laugh about later. Of course for that to happen they would have to be friends later. And he couldn’t have honestly said girls played this hard to get back in Equestria. Heck, Luster and Winter came into his life eagerly, literally begging him to be their master.

But… for some reason, there was the strangest of thrills from the fight this filly was putting up resisting his friendship. An unknown and new driving force. It was so uncouth, so illogical for a girl to resist him… and yet, it only seemed to make him want her more! If anything, he could appreciate the challenge of an uphill battle for once in his life. And they were even traveling uphill! This was perfect! It was like it was meant to be.

“I’m Cercus and this is Ember,” the changeling beamed with a wide smile to the filly he trailed behind, only to be met with her silence. “....... Sooooo what’s your name?”

“Zuri,” she spat back, not even dignifying him with a backwards glance.

‘Well, she certainly is completely different from the girls at school, I’ll give her that. Attention from a male is like a drug to them, yet this Zuri filly seems like she couldn’t care less! So now what?’

Well, he at least figured being silent wasn’t going to help. Might as well say something! Anything!

“Soooo anything else you could tell us about Zebrica?” Cercus chimed.

“..........................”

“...I’m afraid our knowledge of your land is a bit lacking. Especially given everything you’ve laid out to us earlier.”

“............................”

“I mean… like, is it hot here?”

“............................”

“Oh, oh! There’s one thing about this place we do know: every sixty seconds in Zebrica, a minute passes!”

A chuckling was heard now… coming from Ember. “Ha ha ha! I love those!”

“Yeah? Like how people in Zebrica consume food when they eat?” Cercus added on with a giggle.

“Hahahahaha!!”

“Or, did you know, zebras in Zebrica have enough bones in their body to make an entire equine skeleton? Or that zebras actually cum when they orgasm?”

*SMACK*

“Mjinga! I should kill you,” Zuri spat with a slap to the changeling before walking even quicker ahead to distance herself from the annoying bug.

Well, at least he had gotten a response out of her, and he was achieving consistent physical contact. It was a good thing she chose to not kill him though. As rumor had it, people in Zebrica die when they are killed.

But to Cercus this was an obvious sign of progress! It was too bad he had to leave Luster and Winter behind. Those girls probably would have had a better idea of how to proceed here, and could at least vouch for him to a fellow girl. Well, he did have Ember. Cercus scooted back to where his naked dragoness strutted behind, out of earshot of the filly they were both tailing.

“So how am I doing?”

“Relatively speaking to how all your peers would have performed, I’d say you are amazing,” Ember replied to him with a toothy grin.

“Good!” Cercus smiled proudly, only to fade slightly upon realizing his tamed pet was more likely just putting down the other kids at his school rather than bringing him up. “Okay, the other students aren’t that bad…”

“I still remember that Pharynges kid claiming he could get his slave to cum by just fucking her throat.”

“Oh right, I do remember that one,” Cercus recalled from their voyage. Royalty tended to never get called out on their idiocy for fear of consequences, but the more indirect result being said royalty were never corrected from all the stupid crap they said and did, broadcasting to everyone how foolish of a leader they were.

“What is the uvula but the clit of the throat?” Ember spoke in a mocking imitation of the royal student’s exact words.

“Poor Flurry Heart...” Cercus winced as he recalled the particular aftermath of Pharynges’s statement. “Thankfully she was able to get over the side of the boat before she threw up.”

“And don’t forget how her ‘master’ was happy by that. Claimed it was a good thing. Would help keep her thin,” Ember went on, clearly disgusted. “Had he been the one meeting this zebra filly, I wouldn’t have stopped the dagger.”

“You know the adults would hurt you if you let something happen to an important changeling like him,” Cercus said solemnly. “He’s royalty, after all. He’s going to be my boss one day.”

Ember’s smirk didn’t falter, her only response was to pick up her changeling’s body and plop him atop her head as she walked for the both of them.

“This should be fine here…” Zuri said suddenly, coming to a stop in an open clearing.

“...This is your home…?” Cercus asked from his high up his dragoness perch. Glancing about, he had expected signs of something akin to a village, or civilization, or at least the faintest sign of other striped life, but there was nothing here but open space! Surely these zebras weren't this far behind ponies in terms of technology! “I mean… it's lovely I guess.”

“Mjinga!” A small rock bounced off of the unamused changeling’s head.

“Our home is not here. Not anymore… Not after the war,” Zuri spoke, a touch of sadness in her voice. The zebra filly sat her butt down in the dirt, gesturing for her guests to do the same.

“I’m… sorry to hear that,” Cercus said solemnly as Ember took a seat, drawing the youngling off her head and into her lap.

“It couldn’t be changed, only we could, so we did and moved on. You will see shortly.” The filly made a point to her words by drawing out a vial of yellow powder. Cercus eyed it cautiously as it was uncorked, the strange substance swirling around the three of them as Zebrica around them seemed to fade away, leaving the clearing empty once more as the changeling, dragoness, and zebra seemingly vanished into nothingness.

“Where… where the heck are we?” Ember asked, glancing around.

Gone were the hot and humid temperatures of the Zebrica rain forest, in its place was only what felt like a comfortable and constant room temperature. The towering trees that had previously loomed above them had likewise vanished. Actually, it was more fitting to say literally everything had vanished. Ember, Cercus, and Zuri were standing on nothing, looking at nothing, surrounded by nothing. A mass of empty space that could only easily be described as a white void. A blank plane of nothingness that stretched further than the eye could ever see in all directions, including up and down. There was no longer a sun in the sky, or anything of a blue sky for that matter, yet everything was clearly lit.

“This is my home now,” Zuri said, placing her hooves together and giving a respectful bow to the plane itself. “Mother calls it Sayuni. It is the single and sole product of our greatest magic, used with the sole purpose of providing all of my people a livable home once more.”

“I don’t understand… What was wrong with the rain forest?” Cercus asked. “That seemed like a perfectly fine place for you all to live.”

“You were not there to see our men at their worst, mjinga. It was not a battle of simple territorial disputes. It was a war of eradication. Two sides sought to sever the other’s ability to live and prosper on the land… and two sides succeeded in their tasks. The land you saw is barren, lands salted, lakes dry, bountiful forests burned… but here my mother helped give us all a second chance. All zebras have lived here for eight years now.”

“What exactly is here though?” Ember asked.

“Sayuni is merely an empty slate of magic. It is meant to hold the form of whatever the original caster so desires, that being my mother, masterfully skilled in her craft as she is. Though even so, the unblemished and unbroken form of my people’s homeland is all she desires to craft in this realm.”

“Wait………. I remember hearing about this,” Cercus spoke suddenly, as a faint memory clicked inside his head. “Yeah… yeah! This is changeling magic…”

“Mjinga!” Zuri growled with another smack to his head, at least back to her old self again rather than her previously depressing solemn tone. “My mother is none of this changeling!”

“I’m not kidding,” Cercus pouted, rubbing his sore head. “My mom told me stories about this type of stuff… Her hive’s mind magic was derived from this branch of magic! A completely different breed. A step above what she does! What was it called though…”

Cercus paced back and forth in the white void, seemingly trying to come up with the exact term and details that his mom had once told him of. Wait… she didn’t tell him… she warned him. Crap! Crap! Crap!

“What is it, shrimp?” Ember asked as Zuri merely chose to glare at him.

“This is bad… It is very… very bad magic! We need to leave! Now!!”

“You cannot leave,” Zuri glaringly spoke firmly at the fretting changeling.

“You don’t understand. This is soul magic! And the changeling hive which uses this is crazy!”

“Oh, so they’ll fit right in,” Ember noted with a nod.

“You cannot leave,” Zuri repeated to him. “Even if I wanted to, my mother only provided me with enough essence for me, and me alone, to escape Sayuni in my pursuit of you. No one else is ever easily permitted entry to the outer world for our safety.”

“No… no! It’s not Sayunini or whatever you’re calling it! It’s a soulscape! It’s a trap for anyone who wanders in here!”

“Stupid pony,” Zuri spat. “Is this your idea of a joke? My people have been living here peacefully for years since our migration into this realm! Who are you to act like you know this place?”

The white void was then populated with buildings as Zuri demanded a destination. Various huts and adobe-built structures seemed to rise from the invisible floor beneath them, appearing from nothingness as a small tidbit of foreign civilization flashed into existence. Even in Cercus’s panic, the youngling couldn’t help but marvel at the exotic display.

“This is but a mere recreation of our capital, Mstari,” Zuri explained. “Our once prosperous beacon of my people persevered in this form. And, as you can see, my fellow zebras live quite comfortably in this realm. In this way, Sayuni has essentially become Zebrica.”

The trio stood on a cobblestone brick city street, bustling with activity and lived as, all around them, zebras of all shapes and sizes moved about a busy market place. This was a normal life… normal for something outside of Equestria as Cercus had learned. The women and girls were all clothed and uncollared, the boys were all playing amongst themselves and not engaged in naughty activities with the lesser gender in an effort to empty their constantly filling balls. They probably still used their own hooves for that like savages!

“Where are the stallions?” Ember spoke out before Cercus, spotting not a single male of appropriate age anywhere among the hundreds of zebras in the surrounding area. There were, however, plenty of young zebra colts scampering about.

“There are no more stallions,” Zuri seethed angrily. “They are the sole reason we are living within this realm and not the real world!”

“So what happened to all of them?” Ember replied back. “I’m guessing you wouldn’t just off them all… or leave them to die without you in the ruins of the real world Zebrica?” All of that sounded way too much like a ‘guy’ thing to do, which she assumed this radical filly would have been opposed to.

Zuri said nothing in response, merely scowling angrily into the distance. Cercus, in the meantime, had been closely inspecting the surrounding area.

“Zuri… how often do you come down here?”

“I do not bother. This is merely a place for the commoners and the working class. I have always been content watching over them from above.” She hoof-pointed upwards to a towering ziggurat, off in the distance, one that the changeling could only assume the filly lived in during her stay.

“Yeah… this is all fake,” Cercus concluded.

“What?!” Zuri and Ember both exclaimed in unison.

“I mean, just look.” The changeling waved one of his hole-filled legs in front of a nearby colt. The colt offered no reaction to the strange bug creature, not even registering his existence. Come to think of it, none of them had. All three of them had been ignored on this bustling street. While that may have been acceptable for a zebra filly like Zuri, Cercus imagined his busty naked dragoness sex slave existing in all her glory would have at least garnered the eyes of a single striped soul.

Zuri likewise waved in front of a nearby child, not earning her attention in the slightest. She even went so far as to give her a push, only to discover herself making contact with nothing but air, as if interacting with a visible ghost.

“This is all just a memory playing out, probably of you zebras’ earlier life in here. I don’t exactly blame you from not catching it though from your lofty abode. But something like this is easy to do for one experienced in soul magic. They control everything in this soulscape.”

“I don’t understand…” Zuri could hardly manage to speak. “W-what is all of this?? If they are fake, where are my people?!”

Cercus gave a gulp, already knowing if his theory was correct, his new filly friend was not going to want the answer to that particular question. She most certainly would not! Instead, he gave Ember’s knee a sly nudge.

“*Ahem* M-maybe we should just listen to the shrimp and leave this place for now,” Ember coughed.

“I told you! We cannot leave! Now where are my people!!” Zuri practically screeched at them. “We brought thousands upon thousands of zebras into this realm. You are telling me it was all a trap?!?”

“Oh yeah? First time experiencing the changelings? They tend to do stuff like that,” Ember remarked.

“Not helping…” Cercus shot back to her under his breath.

“Well don’t you think she at least deserves to know the truth?” Ember leaned down to whisper back at him.

“Well, normally, yeah, but, in this case, it’s probably soullings doing all this crap… and they are hecka messed up when it comes to sex!”

“Oh, come on. It's not like we haven’t see everything and anything that can be done after spending a few years in the sex hellscape the changelings turned Equestria into.”

“No no… not soullings, they are a different breed! They cross lines not meant to be crossed,” Cercus shivered. “And it’s not just you and me here! Zuri probably has no experience in sex! Think of how shell-shocked a virgin like her would be!!”

“Is she even a virgin?”

“Actually… I don’t know. Hey Zuri… are you a virgin?”

“WHAT?!” The flustered and embarrassed filly blushed back at the horribly random question, only to witness the dumb changeling and dragon go back to whispering in their huddle.

“So that’s a yes. She’s totally not prepared for what’s probably going on in here,” Cercus nodded firmly.

“So what do we do then, shrimp?”

“We are going to do exactly what we were supposed to do!” Cercus spoke loud enough for Zuri to hear now. “We are going to hide somewhere in here and wait for my mom and dad and all the other changelings to get here and handle this cause we are waaaay in over our heads here!”

“Mhm, that’s right. The changelings caused this problem, so let's wait for more changelings to fix it. Like trying to put out a dumpster fire with a flamethrower…” Ember remarked dryly.

The buildings around them shifted downward as Cercus spanked his slave’s ass, the scenery within the magical realm changing to suit the user’s desire for a new location. The market place was replaced now with a stone interior on all sides, completely concealing the white void of a sky and ground. It was instead a torch-lit room with no door or exit, decorated with a mere bed, a dresser, and an alchemy station. A perfect recreation of Zuri’s bedroom in the real world Zebrica, aside from the missing door.

“Your bedroom? Perfect!” Cercus beamed proudly at the angrily glaring zebra filly. “We’ll just keep a low profile here for a while!” He shoved Ember onto the one and only bed before hopping in after his slave. “We’ll just share your bed for the time being. You’ll love sleeping next to Ember. She wraps us all in her wings, and dragons are known for keeping an entire room warm just from their presence! Like a big cuddly heater!”

“Only if you know how to turn this heater on…” Ember purred, drawing her young master in a close loving embrace. “That little mean zebra filly hasn’t been hurting you, has she?” she whispered in her soft comforting voice.

“No… she doesn’t really hurt me,” Cercus replied adorably before adding, “and for a good reason too! Dad always said guys were made tougher than girls so we can protect them.”

“Really now? Sounds awfully progressive for a changeling to be telling his son,” the pleased Ember replied.

“And it’s also so we can make girls do what we want when they don’t listen!” Cercus beamed.

“Now that’s more like it…”

“Excuse me!” Zuri barked, staring daggers at the pair who seemed content acting like a romantic couple despite the staggering age difference between the two. The dragoness and changeling both paused and stared back at her, mere inches from a kiss. “Do you expect me to simply ignore everything you just revealed to me?”

“Oh…. yeah… huh,” Cercus replied. “Guess I’m used to girls just going along with whatever I say.” Speak of the devil. This was it, the exact thing his dad had warned him about. Women, especially the wild and untamed variety, were not logical creatures in the slightest, evidenced by the fact that Zuri was against his bulletproof plan. The changeling leaned back and tapped his chin with his hoof, thinking back. He didn’t exactly want to resort to his patented male toughness to overcome this filly, thankfully, his dad had also went on in good detail about alternative ways to properly handle the lesser gender in the event this happened. What was it he said again? Oh right…

“Do you want to talk about cute boys and makeup?” Cercus asked, only to find Ember’s hand softly placing itself atop his mouth, silencing him.

“This is the point where you stop talking, master,” Ember whispered into his ear. She would really have to make it a point to start keeping her changeling away from his father. Cercus started to struggle at his confusing sex slave’s action up until her other hand found its way between his legs and started to energetically stroke away at his black changeling cock. The young master’s eyes blinked rapidly a few times before he purred and relaxed into his loving slave’s pleasure-filled strokes as she pulled him further into her lap. Similar to Cercus, she was also quite aware of how to properly handle the opposing gender.

“Mjinga…” Zuri cursed under her breath, not even paying attention to the loving couple as she paced about her room. She wanted to see it. She had to see what was really going on here. The weight of having potentially led the entirety of her people into a vile monster’s trap was proving to be too much of a burden to bear.

The world once again shifted around them as the soulscape sensed a user’s desire for a distinct location. Zuri’s bedroom faded away, causing the rude changeling and dragoness atop it to fall a few feet downwards onto their asses.

The surrounding area was nothing but a white void around them, just as it was when the trio had first entered this realm. Except for one key thing…

The soulscape had done as the filly desired and brought her to where the true forms of her many fellow zebras were… And true to the changeling’s words, she was not prepared to witness what she saw taking place before her very eyes.

They were here. What was easily hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions of them, stretching out on the white in every direction for as far as they could see, above and below them in stacked layers. Each striped zebra filly had only but a few square feet to herself, a self imposed cell they each shared with one zebra colt of the opposite gender.

And they were fucking. Every single one of them. Nonstop and unceasing. As if their existence depended on it! Colts’ cocks were buried in pussies, asses, and mouths of their set partner, only ever briefly visible for a moment while they pulled back before thrusting forward inside their underaged partners, mindlessly mating. Girlish cries of pleasure coming from every direction were almost deafening as the girls squeaked and screamed from their forced pleasure. Their tiny frames struggled to cope with strange invading sensations as the magic that encompassed their souls never allowed them to adjust and dull the experience. It was the same with the colts, pistoning like men possessed, emptying themselves in their partners without a second thought. Yet, no cum came out, no cum was even seen. All of them were shooting blanks.

Cercus couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, he couldn’t even blink, but he could feel. He had never seen so much sex before, heck, he had never even seen this many other people before! And yet, there was not a single ounce of love existing in the air to be savored from what took place here.

Zuri lasted only a few moments after fully registering the reality of what was taking place before her, coming to terms that almost the entirety of her nation was here and doing this… before dropping to the floor and fainting.

Cercus just had to notice. There wasn’t a single stallion or mare zebra amongst the endless masses. They were all just kids like him! He knew now, without a doubt, this was the soul hive’s work. In this realm, they could build an infinite room and control every little thing of the victims whose souls they had in their possession. And they had done exactly that. The loveless nationwide orgy taking place before them wasn’t just with the thousands of the land's children, but now their mindless thralls. Though seeming awake, their eyes all appeared blank and distant, not truly comprehending their surroundings, or realizing that they were trapped in this fake existence.

The soulscape shook violently, as the infinitely debaucherous scene outsiders were not meant to witness locked down. The white void suddenly shifted black as the many layers of feverishly fucking foals vanished without a trace.

“T-t-this is bad…” Cercus struggled to speak, forcing his mind to come to terms with what he had just seen and explaining the situation to his slave. The stress of it all had already shot a quick and painful headache pulsing into the youngling’s head. “Too much noise… ugggg. They know we’re here…Soullings…. Have to hide.”

“Fucking changelings!” Was all Ember could really growl after witnessing it all. She leapt over and grabbed her master in her arms, along with the unconscious Zuri as the soulscape shifted back into the striped filly’s bedroom once more.

“T-they are coming…” Cercus groaned, the pain radiating from his head so severely he could barely open his eyes or speak his warning.

Gritting her teeth and thinking quickly, the dragoness dove over to Zuri’s nearby closet, opened the cabinet door, and shoved both fainted zebra and hurting changeling inside. “Don’t make a sound!” she growled as she closed the door, not angry with them but over what she had just witnessed.

Not a moment later did the encompassing stone walls surrounding the room explode in an array of cracks before shattering and crumbling in every outward direction, revealing the same surrounding white void, accompanied now by a single changeling drone.

It was a woman, appearing only slightly younger than Ember herself. Like every other changeling, her pristine skin was as black as the night, yet her eyes were neither pink or emerald like the changelings of the hive Ember had once seen, but now yellow. Her long blonde hair flowed down over her naked body, clearly showing off her two round tits that rivaled even Ember’s crowd pleasers. And this woman was staring down at the dragoness, unable to hide the smirk on her face.

“A *dragon*?! You were the one snooping around, hmmm? Oh my, how did you ever get into here?” She spoke with a wide grin, drinking in Ember’s already naked form, thankful for the time saved she would have had to spend tearing the dragoness’s clothes off herself.

Ember didn’t even dignify the evil changeling with a response, likely already knowing whatever she said would only amuse the creature more. Instead, she merely stared death at it, as she was known for doing back in Equestria.

Cercus swallowed hard. This was bad. Really, really bad! Soullings were dangerous in the outer world alone, but in the soulscape they controlled everything! Ember wouldn’t stand a chance in a fair fight! And knowing his kind, it was not like she had the benefit of even that to begin with.

“The name’s Anima,” she said. “Though you can just call me Ani. That’s what my close friends all call me… and I have a sneaking suspicion you and I are about to get very close…”

“You did all of that to those children?!” Ember seethed, flames accompanying every word that left her mouth.

“Well, I played my part in it all, heheh,” Ani giggled, landing on the empty floor to pace circles around her prey. “But it is so hard to remember. After all, they first arrived here years ago, and have been going at it nonstop ever since! Adorable, isn’t it?”

“Changeling bitch!” Ember roared, wildly swinging her claw at the woman. To Cercus’s surprise, her feral attack connected, sending the soulling flying into the bed.

“No, no! It’s Ani!” she laughed, despite the three deep gushes the dragoness had torn into her once perfect face, already bleeding yellow blood profusely. “We just went over this! Did you forget already? Hahaha.”

Ember didn’t need any further motivation to continue her assault, leaping upwards to dive at the changeling once more, claws shaking with rage that wouldn’t be sated until the evil soulling before her was rendered into a bloody pulp.

But before her hand could stab into the woman’s heart, a striped zebra filly appeared out of nowhere, directly between the two of them. To Ember’s credit, even in her rage, she managed to comprehend that and pull back her attack. Unlike her enemy she would never be one to ever harm a child.

“Don’t hurt my mommy!” The zebra filly exclaimed, holding herself firmly between the dragoness and her target, seemingly content to take whatever attack was thrown as she defiantly puffed her chest outwards.

Ember was stunned beyond words, unable to fathom why an innocent filly would protect a vile creature like this. Did she not know what they were doing to her people?! There was no time to reflect on that though as a striped colt was suddenly behind her, giving weak tugs to her tail as if wanting her attention.

“Are you here to take us back to the outside world?” he asked, as if struggling to hold back tears. “Please don’t make us go back!”

Another zebra child appeared next to Ember, and another, and another, and another… where were they coming from?!

“It’s awful out there!” one begged.

“Please let us stay here with mommy!” another added, frantically.

“We don’t want to go back!”

“Let us stay! Please please please!!”

“We don’t want to leave!”

“We would rather die than leave mommy!”

“Just kill us instead!”

“W-What n-no…” Ember panicked, unable to address the concerns of the crowd of concerned and helpless children that had suddenly appeared around her, making herself the center of all their attention. “I wasn’t going to do anything like that!” The changeling was now the least of her worries, laying silent in the bed as she was. But even the deep slashes from the dragoness’s claws weren’t able to ruin the fat grin she continuously wore on her face, a mixture of smugness and struggling to hold back laughter.

The now sizable crowd of children were on top of Ember now, drawing the confused and conflicted dragoness down for them to pile on top of her atop the bed. What seemed like an unorganized tangle of fillies and colts to her was only seen as an organized assault from Cercus silently watching. Yet, he knew he couldn’t say a thing to warn her, else the soulling would be alerted to their presence!

The bigger and heavier colts sat on her arms and legs, held out away from her body, claws deliberately positioned against their soft chests, knowing Ember wouldn’t risk hurting them to move. Two other zebra fillies, seemingly adorable sisters, firmly attached their lips to the busty dragoness’s tits as they started to earnestly suckle away. Both of the girls cast pleading looks of desperation to her, making Ember shudder as their surprisingly skilled mouths worked against her.

Below, another two fillies were devoting their mouths not to her, but to the a cutely innocent colt’s cock, lathering it up to a slick full erection as he stood emotionlessly posing before the dragoness’s highly-sought pussy. Another, even younger colt, was already there eagerly lapping away at her folds to prepare them as if he was the sex slave for once.

Ember moaned in helpless delight as the forbidden thoughts and pleasure coursed through her frame, and Cercus could not blame her one bit for it. He had always known his slave had a soft spot for kids, and these zebras were taking full advantage of that.

The now ready zebra colt braced himself against her hips as he briefly positioned his member against her wet folds before giving a wild thrust forward, slipping inside her in ease. The dragoness’s walls clenched against the invading member with trained tightness, inviting the young boy to thrust deeper and deeper into her loving pussy.

It wasn’t just a single overeager striped colt fucking her either, every single zebra atop of her scaly form moved with the express purpose of getting her off. Fillies were moaning wantonly, groping, licking, and stimulating any erogenous areas they could get near. The colts were likewise grinding their hardened peckers against her body as they waited their turn, flooding the dragoness’s heightened sense of smell with a powerful, forbidden musk.

The colt happily fucking away at her cunt hilted inside her and emptied his load. It wasn’t quite nearly as much as a certain trained youngling tended to perform at, but it didn’t matter. The moment he was finished, the boy pulled out without a word and was instantly replaced by another, who resumed thrusting away without a moment of hesitation, giving his lover no reprieve from the sexual onslaught.

Ember certainly didn’t notice it in her lust-fueled frenzy, but Cercus did… The eyes of these zebras were exactly the same as the many they had seen before. Cold, empty, and unaware, with the only love produced from the passion coming solely from the dragoness sex slave herself. Completely one-sided love, far lesser than the sum of all parties. It only made sense considering all of these boys and girls were mindless thralls, acting as if they were controlled by the very drone Ember had attacked.

Unbeknownst to Ember, the soulling was already back on her feet, the wound inflicted on her face having vanished like it was never there to begin with. Her demented smile only widening with each of her prey’s pleasured moans.

“Oh my, I see you are already well-versed in the art of young love,” Ani teased with an unhinged giggle and snort. “Does it bother you in the slightest how I snatched each one of my little pets here right out of the arms of their parents?... No? You’re still getting off? Ooooh, you naughty, naughty, naughty dragon!” she squealed in delight, shoving a nearby filly off to the side to make room for herself. The zebra landed off to the side on her back, unmoving and non-reactive as if she were unconscious.

“Go ahead and cum for me… I know you want to~” Ani practically sang, grinding her own fingers now against Ember’s clit. The dragoness was up to her third striped cock balls deep within her cunt now, as he too sped up to an excessive degree, appearing to fuck faster than his tiny body should have even been able to handle. “Cum,” she cooed again, the many colts and fillies around them likewise increasing the ferocity of their acts to bring her prey to a fevered pitch. “Cum and give me that delicious little soul of yours hiding away in there!”

Cercus couldn’t bear to watch any further, already knowing Ember had lost this battle. Her disgraceful screams of ecstasy hurt his ears, as the wantonly horny dragon climaxed to her many insistent little lovers. He could even feel her heat from where he was, as the shameful sex slave squirted her love juices in a lust-fueled rapture onto the many zebras crowding the bed.

And just like that, every one of the zebras stopped in perfect unison. Each of them holding emotionless expressions on their blank faces as they simultaneously rose up from their spots and backed away, leaving only the smirking soulling atop of the now defeated ex-dragon lord. But things weren’t over for Ember yet.

Cercus’s eyes widened as what appeared to be a small white glowing orb floated outwards from Ember’s chest. Ani eyed it with malicious glee as it hovered towards her before eventually floating inside her own stacked chest. The soulling responded with her own squeal of feminine delight, giving a shudder and a shiver, kicking her feet in the air as what seemed to be a small orgasm of her own coursed through her. Her breasts bulged and bounced as they too expanded slightly with their newly claimed soul.

“Sooooo tasty…” Ani moaned wantonly, eyes rolled back in her skull with her tongue lolling from her mouth. Her cunt was overflowing with juices as she eagerly grinded her folds against her helpless victim’s leg. “I never knew dragons had such delicious souls! I must visit your land next! Tell me, where do you hide your hatchlings away? Hehe,” she giggled shamelessly.

Ember, having slightly recovered from her forced and tremendous orgasm, was back in anger mode. “I’ll kill you for this, bitch!” she roared.

“Oh no no no,” Ani laughed again as if genuinely amused by a joke. “I’m afraid you won’t! This is goodbye for you, dragon~”

It was then the speechless Cercus witnessed several realizations at once. What Zuri had meant when she said her country had done away with stallions, why he had not seen a single stallion or mare in the endless void of zebras fucking, and why his mom was so insistent on him staying as far away from soullings as he possibly could…

Ember’s body began to shrink. Not just in size, but in form as well. Her once prized breasts began to recede slightly, her horns sunk back into her head, and what muscle definition she had shrank and vanished entirely. The dragoness wasn’t being minimized, her age was regressing! Ani licked her lips in delight as her horn’s glowing gold magic exercised full control of her new dragoness’s soul, bringing her being to match the form her prey held at a mere hatchling age.

“W-W-What? Where am I?! Who are you?!” A now remarkably younger-voiced Ember cried out in pure confusion of where she was or how she got here in this bed, with this strange bug creature leering down at her vulnerable form. She backed away in utter fright, showing horror the older her would have never dared to display.

“Isn’t it obvious, dear?” Ani giggled in pure joy. “I’m your new mommy! And you have plenty of brothers and sisters here just waiting to get to know you!”

The younger Ember didn’t even have time to react as the emotionless zebra thralls started to move in unison towards her once again, diving at the scared and weakened dragon.

Ani only laughed in elation as her fillies worked to hold the struggling dragon down, while the boys dove in with their cocks once more. A trickle of fresh blood was seen leaking down from her pussy, signaling that she had somehow been deflowered for the second time in her life! It wasn’t everyday one got to fuck the older and younger version of a woman in a single session. Usually she just had to settle for a mother and daughter. How lucky her children were!

The scene didn’t play out any further, in this realm. Instead Ember, and the rest of the zebra children dissolved into similar glowing white orbs. Their souls flowed upwards and back into Ani’s chest from which they had come. Cercus already knew his friend was imprisoned in yet another soulscape, within the changeling, where the sexual antics would play out from there.

Ani hummed in delight as she surveyed the now empty bedroom, pleased beyond words how her simple surveillance check had landed her such a prize. She would have to keep the female dragon slut a secret for now, giving her ample time for herself to enjoy her alongside her other children inside her. Not wanting to delay her perverted fun times any further, the soulling’s wings buzzed to life as she took off into the white void, leaving behind what she believed to be an empty bedroom.

Even with her gone, Cercus didn’t dare move or even speak, still attempting to process all the things he had just seen. And he wasn’t the only one… Zuri was beside him, wide eyed and awake, having witnessed everything.