Light birdsong nagged Zeki from his sleep. The zebra colt’s eyes flitted open. His blurry vision took in the familiar sight of his small bedroom as the early morning sun splashed light through his room.
The twelve-year-old's hooves rubbed the blurriness out of his eyes, bringing the room into focus. It was way too early, especially for a Sunday.
With a groan, he kicked the covers back, then paused to re-check his calendar. Slowly, his face lit up with excitement as he remembered what he was to do on that particular Sunday: study changelings!
Like any colt his age, Zeki loved superheroes and adventure books. But Changelings had been a unique interest of his for years. As a Zebra of the forest tribes, Zeki was a trained alchemist and he’d long admired the changelings for their unique ability to change their shape to almost any living thing!
Bright eyed and eager for the day ahead, he hopped out of bed and trotted to the door of his small bedroom with a slight spring in his step.
His experience with alchemy made him a modest sum of cash each day as ponies came to his door looking for medicine and other potions. He loved to help ponies, since the money he got helped him afford his small apartment on the outskirts of Ponyville.
Trotting into his kitchen, the colt began to make himself breakfast.
He grabbed a box of cornflakes and a bottle of milk, pouring them both into a bowl and adding more sugar than he really needed to help appease his foalish appetite for sweetness.
The sound of the cereal hitting the hard bowl always took him back to the days when his foster parents made him do unspeakable things. He still had nightmares reminding him of what they did to him.
He initially wanted to give up cereal entirely when he left his foster home since his ‘father’ always forced him to guzzle down leftover cereal in the morning before their regular fuck-session. For whatever reason, he still felt compelled to keep the same morning routine.
Maybe it was because a small part of him still wanted to be dominated?
Of course not, don’t be silly… he thought as he began to crunch on mouthfuls of cornflakes.
His owners always told him he’d never be anything but a cock-sleeve, but he’d show them! He was going to be the one to discover just how changeling magic worked!
The colt guzzled down the remaining milk and wiped his mouth clean. He set his bowl in the sink and quickly rushed to the bathroom to shower. He flicked the tap and waited anxiously for the water to heat up, conscious of the time ticking away and that he had to catch the first train to the Badlands if he was to fit in all of the activities he had planned for his first day of changeling-hunting.
He stepped in and quickly began to wash himself off, lathering himself with his own homemade coat shampoo which gave his body a nice glossy sheen. He then took a hoofful of mane and tail shampoo and massaged it through his short monochromatic coat, making sure to work it all the way through his prim tail.
Not wanting to waste any time, Zeki hopped out and quickly towelled himself off. He trotted to the washbasin where he picked up his toothbrush and squirted a thick glob of toothpaste onto it before quickly running its bristles over his teeth and spitting into the basin.
Deeming himself sufficiently clean, the colt rushed back into the main living area of his small apartment, grabbing his saddlebags and fitting them to his barrel. Usually, they were packed full of school equipment, but he’d made sure to pack it with all kinds of camping gear for the weekend ahead.
He swung open his door and stepped into the quiet Ponyville road, the early morning chill stinging his coat a little. He had a long walk across the town to the train station, and he didn’t want to risk missing his ride.
He approached the ticketing booth, which was occupied by a rather tired-looking earth stallion who gazed blankly out of the ticketing window. The stallion was so absent that he didn’t even notice the colt approaching his booth.
“Hey, Mister!” Zeki called.
The stallion snapped awake, looking around to see who was calling him. Zeki’s eyes barely managed to see above the counter, making it so that the groggy stallion’s gaze passed straight over him.
“Down here!” he said, a hint of impatience in his voice. He didn’t want to miss his train!
“Oh, hey there little buddy!” the stallion said.
Zeki huffed and rolled his eyes. “I-I’m not little! I’m twelve years old,” he informed the attendee, who let out a hearty chuckle.
“Of course,” he said. “Now, what can I do for you?” he asked.
“One ticket to the Badlands, please!” Zeki said respectfully, digging a few bits out of his bag to pay for the ride.
The cashier hit a few buttons to his left and printed out a ticket for the colt, exchanging the bits for the stub of paper while offering a questioning look. “Why would a colt like you wanna go all the way out to the Badlands?”
“I’m gonna go find some Changelings!” Zeki stated proudly, juvenile excitement dripping from his voice.
The stallion chuckled, giving him a soft, patronizing smile. “Are you? Well, I wish you luck in your search!” he said.
“Thank you!” Zeki replied, taking his ticket and bouncing past the ticketing booth onto the platform.
The dirty train platform was all but empty. A few sleepy ponies wearing high-visibility gear stared absently at the train tracks from wooden seats that lined the wall opposite the tracks, waiting for their ride to wherever they had been called to work.
Zeki was far too excited to sit down like the grown-ups were, his monochrome tail flicking in anticipation as he listened for the first signs of his ride pulling into the sleepy station.
It wasn’t long before the screech of metal on metal rang through the platform. Ponies rose from the benches they sat on and dragged themselves to their hooves.
He shuffled as close to the yellow line at the edge of the platform as he could, eager to be the first one on board. The doors of the train slid open and a brown earth pony stepped out of the door to check the tickets of those getting on board. He wore a blue hat and vest with a shiny badge emblazoned with the word ‘Conductor’.
The Conductor smiled at each pony, offering small talk and pleasantries to the familiar faces of the morning slog while he used a hole punch on each pony’s ticket. When he arrived at Zeki, however, he hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Hey there, buddy! Where are you off to so early in the morning, shouldn’t you be resting up for school tomorrow?” he asked.
Zeki puffed out his chest. “I’m on school break,” he explained. “I’m going to research changeling magic in the Badlands!” He stated proudly, smiling up at the earth pony.
The pony gave him a somewhat patronising smile as he clicked Zeki’s ticket and handed it back to him. “That sounds like an adventure,” the conductor said, ruffling the colt’s mane. “Well, have fun, and! I hope you find out everything you’re looking for!” he said as he moved on to the next pony waiting to have their ticket checked.
Zeki boarded the train and found himself a quiet seat next to a window so he could look out at the world passing by. A few ponies were already seated, having come from other towns before Ponyville.
The carriage itself was pleasant enough. The carpet was red and slightly grimy from the thousands of passengers it carried to various places around Equestria over the years, but otherwise, the train was well kept and maintained. Zeki could tell that a lot of care was put into making the ageing carriage as pleasant as possible for travellers.
Finally, the last of the passengers took their seats on the train and the doors hissed shut. The train’s metal wheels screeched to life as the platform outside of the train slowly began to slide away from the window.
Zeki unclipped his saddlebags from his sides, sliding them to the ground in front of his seat. He wiggled his flank to make himself comfortable before reaching into the bags to pull out his reference book on everything black and chitinous - ‘Changelings and Where to Find Them’. It was one of the many new reference book releases by the mysterious Dawn Shine. She was Zeki’s favourite author, and one of the various inspirations for his trip to the Badlands.
Nopony actually knew who ‘Dawn Shine’ was, but most thought it was a pen-name for some high-society pony with a secret past of adventure. The mystery sparked Zeki’s imagination to no end, driving him to do whatever he could to live up to his elusive hero.
The book had a hard, red faux-leather cover. Its title and author was carefully etched in majestic gold in the centre. Around the edges, the fake leather had begun to crack; a testament to its intensive use in the months after Zeki proudly bought it from the local bookstore. It was the first new item that was truly his after he was liberated from his foster family’s clutches
Words floated from the pages within and surrounded Zeki. His intense focus pulled him deep into a trance-like state as he read. The familiar first words of the book excited him just as if he were absorbing the information for the first time.
Train stations came and went uneventfully. The train slowly began to fill with more and more ponies as it got closer to Las Pegasus, the biggest city along the path of the train’s tracks.
A tall stallion in a business suit stepped onto the train and took a seat on the other side of Zeki’s carriage, holding a newspaper in his magic. Zeki glanced up from his book, unconsciously noting the newcomer’s muscular form and slightly stubbly chin. His sheath tingled as he held back his arousal, trying to stop his cock from sliding out.
The colt tore his eyes from the attractive stallion and returned to his book. The unicorn, however, had found his own interest in Zeki.
He rose from his seat and slid into the empty space beside Zeki. The scent of his aftershave and latent stallion musk washed over the colt, making him blush just a little as he tried to focus on reading his book.
“Hey buddy,” the stallion said in a deep, masculine voice.
“H-Hi!” Zeki squeaked.
“I saw you sitting all by your lonesome. Thought you might need a little company.” Zeki gently closed his book to look at the grownup talking to him. “I’m Gavel, what’s your name?”
“Zeki…” he muttered.
“That’s a nice name. Are your parents here with you, Zeki?” Gavel pried.
Zeki’s hooves quivered a little at the tone of his voice; the scents, sights and sounds of the strong, powerful stallion beside him setting his crotch on fire as he tried desperately to hide his arousal.
Should he even be talking to this stranger? There wasn’t any reason Gavel would want to hurt him, right?
“N-No, I-I’m alone,” he said quietly.
“Oh? It’s a big world out here; are you sure it’s a good idea for a little colt such as yourself to go unprotected?” he cooed. His foreleg starting to wrap around the colt’s shoulders while he shuffled closer to Zeki so the colt could feel the warmth of Gavel’s fur and get an even deeper lungful of the stallion’s mature scent.
Zeki’s face twisted to one of mild annoyance as he shied away from the stallion. “H-Hey, I’m not little. I’m twelve years old!” he cried, prompting the stallion to chuckle.
“Of course. I’m sorry, you’re not little at all,” Gavel apologised. “I’ve never had a zebra before~,” he said in a deep, sultry tone as his strong hoof pulled Zeki close.
The colt’s blush deepened as he realised what Gavel was implying, unable to stop his cock from sliding from its sheath. He quickly used the book between his hooves to cover his erection, hoping that the stallion wouldn’t notice.
“Where are you headed?” he asked, glancing down at the book.
“I-I’m going to research changelings in the Badlands!” Zeki replied, pleased with the change in subject.
The stallion tensed a little, his ears perking and his mouth stretching into a sly smile. “Oh? That seems like fun~,” Gavel cooed, teasing his thigh with a hoof.
“Yeah! I wanna learn all about their magic and stuff for my potions!”
Gavel slid his forehoof around Zeki’s shoulders, pulling him close enough for the little colt to feel the grown-up’s breath tickling his head. “I think I’d like to do some learning myself, although my research may be a little…” he paused in thought for a moment, “unconventional…” he finished.
Zeki gasped at the touch, crossing his legs and screwing his eyes shut. The teasing was becoming too much for his young mind to handle. Years of conditioning to respond with nothing but arousal to the advances of stallions made his cock twitch and leak precum at the thought of Gavel pounding him behind some dumpster in Las Pegasus.
His eyes fluttered open, a flame of need burning in his gaze. He began to form a reply but was interrupted by the loud screech of the train coming to a stop at the Las Pegasus train station. Most of the carriage’s passengers began to rise and head for the doors.
“Sorry to cut our chat short, I would have loved an opportunity to get to know you better~,” he said, rising from his seat. He shot Zeki a sultry glance, “Maybe one day I will!” he said, turning and flicking his tail while he strode towards the train doors, shamelessly showing off the huge, erect cock beneath him, hypnotically swaying with each step he took.
The second Gavel melted into the crowd, the flustered colt let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. Thank Celestia for Las Pegasus! He didn’t know how much more he could take before he was going to give in to Gavel’s advances.
He closed his eyes and took deep breaths to clear his mind and coax his cock back into his sheath.
No such luck.
As the train started to pull away from the station once more, he stood and headed towards the back of the carriage, where the bathrooms lay. His shaft throbbed awkwardly beneath him as he walked, and a few ponies stared with looks of judgement or arousal as his musk washed over his fellow passengers.
After what felt like ages, he finally made it to the back of the train, where he slid open the door to an unoccupied bathroom and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and made sure it was totally locked.
He was going to be a while.
After he finished in the bathroom, Zeki flusteredly returned to his seat. His deep blush and still-twitching sheath betrayed what he had done to anypony who looked at him for more than a few seconds, and his fellow passengers shot him dirty looks as he passed by.
He sighed with relief as he reached his seat picked up his book, finding the spot where Gavel interrupted him. It wasn’t hard to find the page: his desperate attempts to hide his arousal had smeared some of his precum on it, making him blush even harder as he was taken back to the feelings of being touched by the stallion.
Shaking his head to clear it of such thoughts, he began to read again. The world around him melted away once more while he got lost between the lines of each page.
It felt like only a few short minutes had passed before the train conductor’s voice pulled him from his reading. “Last stop!” he called. Zeki had arrived at the Badlands!
He leapt to his hooves and hastily grabbed his bag, closing his book and slipping it into his saddlebags, strapping them almost too tightly around his barrel. He hurriedly stumbled out of his seat and down the carriage, joining the small crowd of ponies leaving the train and stepped out into the harsh sunlight of southern Equestria.
Following the flow of ponies off the platform, he found himself standing outside the train station. Before him was a bustling market town, with traders of all kinds peddling their wares to anypony who passed by. Beyond lay a variety of strange landscapes, remnants of magical wars long past. From endless, swirling storms to a constantly morphing, flame scorched desert, there was no shortage of places for Zeki to search!
Zeki pulled out a map from his saddlebags and took a seat on a nearby wooden bench. It creaked even under his light weight, showing its age. The worn map rustled as he unfolded it, and Zeki recalled his years being trained to work the land and find his way back home from wherever he was.
“Let’s see, north is this way so…” he muttered, looking for one of the many landmarks and potential Changeling hotspots he had meticulously mapped out through his research. “The Wilting Willows should be about… There!” he said, looking up and staring off triumphantly in the direction of the forest he was looking for.
Of course, he had no intention of actually entering the hive! He was more than happy to simply find a nice clearing to camp in for a few days and see if he could spot a changeling or two.
The trees stretched for what seemed like miles. They were white, killed by one of the many magical mishaps that happened during Equestria’s history, and petrified in time to create an eerie, foreboding mood, even from miles away.
It was a perfect starting point for Zeki’s adventure!
He stood up and set off for the forest, skirting around the main hub of the town on a worn and under-maintained path. Excitement mounted in his chest with each step he took, his tail flicking and rump swaying with enthusiasm while the Wilting Willows got bigger and bigger on the horizon.
It wasn’t far from the town, and he managed to arrive at the entrance to the forest. The path quickly faded into a faint trail on the shadowy forest floor.
Through sheer density, the branches of the trees blocked out a significant amount of sunlight despite their lack of foliage and the presence of a heavy fog which seemed fill every space not taken up by a tree. The fog spilt from the mouth of the forest, lapping at Zeki’s hooves.
“I-It looked a lot less scary on the map…” he muttered to nopony in particular. He glanced over his shoulder at the town he left behind.
I-I could go back, nopony would know, he thought, quickly shaking his head to banish such thoughts from his mind. No—he wasn’t going to let his whole trip be for nothing!
He audibly gulped his nerves into his belly, lifting his forehoof and screwing his eyes shut as he took his first step into the mist.
One eye cracked open, then the other. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He didn’t even know why he was worrying. It was just fog, after all.
His confidence was short-lived as it only took a few short trots for the fog to close in around him. White filled his vision, and only the faintest outline of a path allowed him to see where he was going.
Taking a deep breath, he called upon his lessons as a young colt, using his senses as a zebra of the forest to find his way around. The sun’s light barely pierced the veil of fog, helping him gain a vague idea of which direction he should head.
The path took him east, towards the general area he’d marked for the hive. It was almost like the path was taking him right to it! His natural sense of navigation told him that there was still a long way to go before he’d arrive.
He trekked for hours, stopping only to eat, drink or use the bathroom somewhere just a little out of the way of the path. Finally, however, the sun was starting to set. He needed to make camp before he was caught in the dark. If it was hard to see during the day, he could be certain it was going to be impossible in the nighttime.
Luckily for the little zebra, he had just arrived at a clearing as the sun started to dip behind the treeline.
Unfastening his saddlebags, he slid his small tent from its carry bag and went to work on setting it up. The forest floor was soft despite its dead appearance, meaning there was plenty of nice ground to secure the tent upon. He pulled out his flashlight and used it to navigate until he got his fire started.
By the time he’d finished setting up his camp with a tent and a campfire, the sun had long been asleep, and Luna’s night hung heavy over the forest.
Zeki sighed with relief and settled down in front of his warm fire. He pulled a small can of beans and a tiny collapsible pot from his saddlebags to cook his dinner.
He was just about to open the can with a nearby rock when a sound caught his attention.
His ears swivelled towards the sound, trying to make out where it was coming from and if it was a threat. Rising to his hooves, he took on a crouching stance and prepared to run at the slightest sign of danger.
“Wh-Who’s there?” he asked the darkness, hoping the newcomer was friend and not foe. He swung his flashlight around desperately, making sure to purge as much shadow as he possibly could.
The sound came again, “H-Help m-me…” it called. Zeki’s eyes widened. It wasn’t a threat at all; somepony needed his help!
He quickly headed in the direction the voice, pushing away from the clearing and into the trees to find the pony in need.
After a few minutes of searching, he came across the source of the sound in a small ditch. A small pegasus filly not much younger than himself quivered in the harsh light of his torch. Her leg was stuck under a broken branch at an awkward angle, and scratches and bruises riddled her sweat-coated body. She obviously wasn’t strong enough to get herself out of her situation.
“D-Don’t worry, I’m coming!” Zeki cried, rushing to the ditch and sliding down.
He wasted no time before shoving at the branch. The filly grunted with effort as she struggled to free herself, tugging and jerking with what little strength she could offer to help free herself.
A few moments later, Zeki managed to shove the branch just enough for her to tear herself free of her wooden shackle.
“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” the filly cried, clinging to Zeki desperately. Branches were caught in the white feathers of her wings, which fluttered, shaking the debris free.
Zeki’s chest swelled with pride at her affection, his tail flicking proudly as he tried his best to act cool in front of the filly. “It was no sweat, I’m just glad I was here to help!” he said, “I’m Zeki, what’s your name?”
“G-Gold Saucer…” she muttered, looking up at the colt.
Zeki looked down at her, feeling her warmth against his body as he gazed into her big, blue, pupil-less orbs, feeling their warm glow comfort him and slow his thoughts.
Wait, ponies don’t have eyes like that! She was a changeling!
Panic rose in his chest as he tried to pry her off of him and look away, but her entrancing gaze kept him paralysed in place. He quivered in fear, his mind fighting the call of sleep her hypnosis was giving, but to no avail.
His torch dropped from his hoof, clattering to the forest floor. More changelings emerged from the shadows. Their eyes were the only feature that pierced the darkness of the night and the blackness tugging at the edge of his vision.
“Sleep well~,” the changeling in his hooves cooed. Green fire consumed it as it revealed its true form and stepped away. Zeki stumbled for a few moments before falling into a crumpled heap, his mind fading into unconsciousness.
Author's Note
I'm finally back to writing!
I decided to split this one up into two chapters because it feels like it should be. Thanks to Mathadar for the commission!
A pounding headache roused Zeki from his forced sleep. He blinked a little to clear his vision, trying to focus on anything but the green light that blurred into the darkness around him.
Slowly, the room came into focus.
The walls around him were made of a strange, crystalline substance which looked like giant raindrops dripping down a window, as if it were frozen in time while flowing down the walls. A wooden table sat nearby with a bottle of strange green fluid sitting atop it. The outline of a wooden door pulled at Zeki’s attention.
Groggily, he dragged himself to his hooves. His muscles felt heavy, the air felt like a thick glue resisting his every motion. A cold metal feeling surrounded his hind leg, stopping him from reaching the door. He tried to pull it off, but he seemed to be locked to the ground. After a few more attempts to pull himself free, he finally glanced down to see that his hoof was secured by a thick, cast iron shakle.
Panic hit him once again as the events leading up to his imprisonment came racing back to him. “S-Somepony help me!” he cried out, hoping that anypony might hear him and come to his aid.
The sound of squeaking hinges filled the air as the door swung open, and Zeki’s ears perked. Maybe somepony had heard him!
“I see you’re finally awake~,” the pony in the doorway hissed, the brighter light of the hallway outside casting his shadow on the floor. Zeki recognised the voice. It was the same changeling who trapped him in the first place.
He backed away from the door, moving as far from the predator as he could, his instincts as an animal of prey quickly overtaking his body. It wasn’t long, however, before he felt the cold crystal of the walls against his rump, stopping his retreat.
“A-Are you gunna kill me now?” he asked.
The changeling chuckled and shook his head. “Of course not, dumb colt. If we wanted to kill you, we wouldn’t have brought you all the way back to the hive!”
The hive? I’m in a changeling hive? he thought. His worst nightmares were coming true one after another!
“No, Zeki. I have much more enjoyable plans for you,” he cooed. “Recognise me?” the changeling asked, his magic fire consuming his body. His form had shifted to that of a familiar stallion from Zeki’s recent train ride.
“Y-You’re Gavel?”
“No, my name is Larynx, but you can call me Master~,” he said as he transformed back to his regular appearance
Zeki’s eyes widened as he tried once again to shy away from the slowly approaching changeling. “That’s right. We’ve had an eye on you for a while,” he teased.
A second changeling appeared in the doorway behind his captor, smiling over at Zeki,eyes tracing his quivering form. “This one looks juicy!” the changeling cried, licking his lips.
“Doesn’t he, Crico?”
Zeki watched them both approach, noticing their black sheaths twitching beneath them. Suddenly, it dawned on Zeki what was about to happen. He whimpered in fear as he watched their cocks slowly slide from between their legs.
Without warning, the first changeling lunged at Zeki. He squealed in fear as the larger creature effortlessly picked him up and forced his flailing form onto the nearby wooden table. The second one trotted over to the chain locking him to the floor, unlocking it and quickly re-attaching it to one of the legs of the table.
“Now, let’s put you to some use!”
“P-Please, sir…” he begged, only to be met with a sharp pain shooting through his flank and the sound of his abductor’s hoof slamming against his fur.
“Not sir! Master,” Larynx instructed. “I am to be your Master, and you are to answer to me and the hive alone, do you understand?” he barked.
The pain and the sound of a stallion taking control of his actions reminded him of his old father, bringing back the conditioning drilled into him through his years of being used as a cock-sock.
“Y-Yes, Master…” he muttered instinctively.
W-Wait, no! he screamed in his head, using what little control over his muscles he still had to resist the strength of the changeling holding him down.
“What was that, slut?” the other changeling hissed, bringing a hoof up and slapping Zeki across the cheek.
“Yes, Master!”
“Looks like this slut wants to be fucked more than he’s letting on!” his new Master cooed.
Zeki’s face went beet red as he realised what he was talking about. His years of conditioning had caused him to instinctively lift his tail for the changeling stallion dominating him, showing off his tight pucker and small sheath.
“Let’s have a taste, shall we?” he said, leaning down and forcing his rough, wet tongue into the squirming colt’s tailhole.
He bit his lip to stifle a moan. His pupils shrunk to pinpricks and his eyes opened wide at the sudden sensation shooting up his spine. Hot air tickled his rear as the changeling explored his depths, pushing against his walls and dragging his tongue in and out.
Slowly, Zeki’s cock began to slide from his sheath, the pleasure shooting up his spine overwhelming the fear pounding in his chest.
The changeling in front of him licked his lips as he watched his partner tease the colt. He grabbed the bottle from the table and used his magic to uncap it. He sat in plain view as he squeezed the viscous green fluid onto his hoof and began to work it up and down his shaft.
“Mmm, you’re a tight one!” Larynx teased, pulling his tongue from his rear and grabbing the bottle. A wet pressure pressed against Zeki’s tailhole as the changeling lubed it up.
The strange potion amplified every slight sensation in his body. He winced as the dull ache in his rear grew into a sharper, more intense pain which rolled through his body with each minute movement of Larynx’s hoof.
“There. Don’t want to damage you too much before you make your first rounds,” he said, tearing his hoof away from Zeki’s ass quickly.
Zeki looked over his shoulder just as Larynx reared up and planted his hooves firmly on either side of his body. Larynx panted softly as he shifted to find his balance and pushed the head of his cock against Zeki’s pucker.
Larynx pulled away before throwing his head back and thrusting his hips roughly against Zeki’s barely-prepared rear. His cock effortlessly drove itself deep into the colt, who let out a loud shriek of pain as his long-unused ass was suddenly forced to take every inch of the changeling’s thick, spasming cock.
The pain was unlike any sensation Zeki had ever felt. Tears streamed down his face as the potent fluid Larynx used as lube made every painful throb of his shaft more and more agonising.
“St-Stop, p-please!” Zeki screamed, thrashing against his restraints.
Larynx let out a satisfied growl as his hips slammed against Zeki’s flank, his balls slapping loudly against Zeki’s own. For a few moments, He relished the feeling of being buried in a new victim for the first time, before grunting as he jerked his hips back. Zeki cried out as the changeling’s flare scraped against his walls, sending another wave of pain through his body.
The pain began to fade with each powerful stroke, leaving in its place pleasure that shot up his spine every time Larynx’s cock sunk deep into his ass. His colthood twitched beneath him as ecstasy flooded his body, dripping pre to the hard floor below.
A moan escaped his throat, prompting a chuckle from his captors.
“Hah, the little slut’s enjoying getting raped!” Crico teased, trailing green lube from his shaft as he trotted to the table and mounted Zeki from the front.
He pried open the young innocent mouth and let out a content sigh as he sunk his member deep into his throat. Zeki squealed and gagged on the shaft, his eyes rolling back in his skull as he tried to gasp for breath around the intruder in his maw.
“Suck,” the changeling ordered.
Zeki immediately did as he was ordered, finding a rhythm to his breathing and starting to suckle and slurp at Crico’s stallionhood. The changeling’s powerful musk flooded his victim’s nose, the sense-enhancing goo making the scent overpowering to his weak-willed mind. The lube was tasteless, instead making the precum dripping onto his tongue from Crico’s cock explode on his tongue. He unconsciously swallowed it down, feeling his strength to resist slip away with every thrust and throb of the members buried inside him.
W-Well, this isn’t much worse than— His thought was interrupted by a sharp pain to his side.
“Careful, whore!” Crico shouted, punching him square in the ribs, “I told you to suck, not bite!”
Zeki’s mouth was out of practice, causing his teeth to accidentally scrape along Crico’s shaft. He whimpered and choked on the thick cock as the assault winded him, just as his foster father would when he made that same mistake while in his ‘care’. The pain served as a reminder of his position. He recalled the methods he used while pleasuring his father, adjusting his technique to ensure that there was no chance he could be punished for the same thing twice. The second time was always much worse than the first after all.
N-No, I can’t let them break me, I still gotta escape! he thought.
“That’s it, put that tongue to use~,” the stallion above him moaned.
Zeki blinked. What was he talking about?
He realised that his tongue had started moving on its own. The taste of Crico’s sticky precum and the domination of his weak body reminded him of the training his father gave him, teaching him to be a good, obedientslave for him and his cock to empty its sticky loads into.
Zeki tried to stop himself from pleasing the changelings. Desperate to get them to stop abusing him.ut the addictive feeling of getting rutted into oblivion was too much for his subconscious to handle.
The table creaked and groaned as the changelings fucked him with a hypnotic rhythm. Just as he felt Larynx pry his twitching cock from his ass, Crico gagged him once more with another stroke of his hips, grinding his cock deep into his throat.
They moaned and grunted as they used him, bringing their hooves up and spanking his body with a loud ‘whap’ every now and again.
It was too much for him to handle.
A guttural whimper of pleasure came from deep within him, his tiny cock still quivering as he squirted shot after shot of milky white cum onto the floor. He writhed and twitched as wave after wave of pure ecstasy flooded his body.
“Did I say you could cum, slut?” Larynx shouted, violently slamming his hoof against Zeki’s exposed rump.
Crico punched his stomach and thrust deep into his throat, winding the colt and plugging his windpipe to stop him from taking a breath. The zebra’s chest burned as he gagged on the shaft, dark spots tugging at the edge of his vision as he fought off unconsciousness.
“That’s it! Choke on my dick, you fucking cum-dumpster!” Crico shouted, pumping his hips in and out of the struggling colt’s maw.
Zeki was allowed to breathe for just long enough to stay lucid before a rough thrust at his rear end made him exhale once again and the changeling at his front plunged himself back inside.
The pain and pleasure blurred in Zeki’s mind, his cock still twitching as the last of his cum dribbled from its tip. Sensations blurred into a haze of panic and lust, wearing away at his mind more and more with each passing second. He clung to his will as hard as he could, but he could feel it slipping from his hooves each time one of the strong, dominating stallions forced their hot, thick cocks deep into his holes, teaching him his place; impaled on their shafts.
Crico’s cock began to twitch at a much faster rate, his thrusts becoming jerky and his breaths becoming ragged as he neared orgasm. He reared back and held only his tip in the colt’s mouth for a few seconds before throwing his head back and slamming his hips forward. His balls slapped against Zeki’s chin as cum began to shoot from his spasming shaft. Cum flooded his mouth and throat, pouring into his belly in thick, gooey spurts.
The taste of cum set his whole body on fire, his softened cock instantly shooting to attention once again as the pleasure in his rear and the glorious salty taste of his Master’s cum overwhelmed him.
He choked violently on Crico’s pulsating member, but the feeling of being used as a cumdumpster again was too satisfying to resist. It comforted him to be used; the warmth slipping down his throat, dragging his mind deeper and deeper into the abyss of submission to his masters.
His eyes grew dull and unfocused. He fought unconsciousness as he called upon his training, humming around the shaft to make his throat vibrate and milk every drop of Crico’s glorious stallion milk.
Zeki’s reward was a deep, primal groan of pleasure from above him.
“I-I think we broke him~,” Crico groaned, his twitching slowly becoming less frequent. He yanked his cock from Zeki’s throat just moments before he succumbed to his lack of air. A few final squirts of milky white semen painted the colt’s face, a hot reminder of his purpose as a cumrag.
Seeing Crico’s softening cock filled Zeki with an immense pride. It made him happy to know that he’d served his purpose. He licked his lips to savour his prize, the sticky fluid dripping down his throat and warming him from the inside.
A wet ‘squelch’ came from his rear as Larynx dragged his cock from his ass. Zeki whimpered as his master punished him by leaving him unfilled.
“Stop your whining, slut,” he ordered. Zeki immediately bit his tongue, mentally kicking himself for being so stupid as to think he was allowed to desire cock. If his master was going to fuck him, he would be. “If I undo this, are you going to run away?”
Run away? Why would I run away, Master? Then I wouldn’t be there to help you unload when you wanted me to! he thought.
He shook his head, still staring blankly into the distance as Crico idly wandered out of the room. Larynx dismounted the table and unlocked Zeki’s cuff, dropping the heavy metal to the floor with a loud clank.
“Good. I want to see your face as you serve me.”
In one swift motion, he flipped Zeki onto his back, his head hung off the edge of the table. Crico’s cum dripped into his eyes from his cheeks. Larynx wasted no time letting him adjust to the new position, grunting loudly as he sunk his still-rock-hard cock back into Zeki’s widened anus.
The colt squealed with raw pleasure at the feeling of being split open. He poured his strength into tightening himself around his Master’s shaft, his chest swelling with pride as he was rewarded with a deep guttural moan from his owner.
“Th-That’s it! Take it y-you whore!” Larynx screamed, his member throbbing wildly as he got closer and closer to filling Zeki’s rump.
His horn flashed like a beacon, “L-Let’s bring in another cock to plug that slutty m-mouth of yours, hm?”
The door creaked open to reveal a new changeling with a similar glowing horn which grew brighter until he reached the table where Zeki was perched. He looked at the scene before him with hungry eyes for a few moments before eagerly trotting to the table and smearing his already erect stallionhood with a dollop of the special lube.
“He’s broken in?” he asked. He looked over the twitching colt’s body and ecstatic expression and nodded, “Good, my bucking idiot slave passed out too quick and I’m in the mood to choke a slut out. You mind?”
Larynx gave a simple grunt of approval, prompting the changeling to mount the table and deliver a quick punch to Zeki’s belly to force him to gasp for air just long enough for the pent-up changeling to sink his cock deep into his unprepared throat.
He instinctively gagged on the intruder, and his body tensed and causing both stallions to moan out in pleasure. The changeling quickly began to pump in and out of his mouth in time with his Master’s pounding at his rear.
Wet slaps and deep groans filled the air as both stallions ravished his little body. His eyes watered as his lungs barely managed to breathe around the stallion at his front. Larynx began to thrust more and more erratically, panting as he neared his orgasm.
“C-Cum again, slut! Show your Master how obedient you can be!” he ordered.
Zeki’s body obeyed. A sudden rush of pleasure surged through him at his master’s command as another load of his sticky white spunk flew from his twitching cock, painting his belly. Larynx reared back and let out a mighty roar as he drove himself deep into Zeki’s tight hole, his seed spilling from his flaring penis, filling his slave’s rear with a flood of hot cum. He jerked himself in and out of Zeki’s ass, using his new cock-sock to milk every last drop of his glorious sperm from his balls.
The feeling of Zeki’s throat vibrating against the head in his mouth also sent the other changeling over the edge, as he too thrust deep into his mouth, choking him for the second time. The black spots returned to his vision as cum bloated his belly. His strength was quickly fading: being forced to orgasm for a second time left him drained of the will to stay lucid.
His eyes rolled back in his head as the blackness at the edge of his vision won over his mind, taking him deep into a sea of unconsciousness.
The last thing Zeki could process was the taste of cum on his tongue, the sensation of Larynx’s stallion milk dribbling from his rear as he roughly pulled himself free, and the immense feeling of pride.
He had served his purpose, and he was content.
