A Life Changeling Encounter

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.