Cheerleader's

by Pepsi Addict

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Flurry Heart, Young Six, Porn, Comedy, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Non-consensual, Sex, Slice of Life
Length: 3259

The not so kid six and some others join a perfectly normal cheer team

Yona, Sandbar, Smolder, Ocellous, Silverstream, Gallus, The CMC (even Gabby and Babs), Flurry Heart, and even more join a perfectly normal totally not evil trap cheer squad that definitely wont turn them into mindless bimbos, Twilight the totally not Changeling Queen in disguise guarantees as such.

Contains: Anthro, Rape, Futa, Bondage, Mind Break, Enslavement and Oviposition.

Published 2022-11-19 05:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-11-19 05:50:01 UTC

The First of Many - Ocellus

“Cheer training for any and everyone willing, your first week of lessons free. See? Says it right there,” proclaimed Smolder, practically shoving the flyer into Ocellus's face as she slunk away.

“I just don't think I'm really qualified,” Ocellus worried. “I mean, you've seen me practice. I’m–”

Smolder turned around and cut her off. “You’re great, and beautiful and… Tell you what. If I join the classes with you, will you do it?” she asked, a slight tinge of blush on her cheeks.

“Well, I guess I… Oh, what the hell. I'll be free an hour after school. We’ll see about it, okay?” decided the changeling, to the chagrin of her dragon girlfriend.

The end bell of Twilight’s academy rang out, and Ocellus waved goodbye to Sandbar and went to do the same for Yona, who squeezed her so hard her spine almost felt like it was going to break in half. Soon, an hour of volleyball practice would go by for Yona and Silverstream, and Ocellus would meet back with Smolder. One long kiss later, they were off to the edge of Ponyville.

Save for Sweet Apple Acres, this was about as far out of town as you could go. “Quite out of the way for cheer classes,” brought up Ocellus.

Smolder gave a snort of dragon fire at the statement. “Just means they're either really good and expensive, or cheap and bad,” she huffed, knocking on the door.

A white unicorn mare with an auburn red and brown mane and tail, green eyes, and a ladybug cutie mark opened the door and smiled at the two of them. There was a brief pause as she looked over the dragon and reformed changeling, lingering for a moment before giving the two of them a warm smile. “Well, hello there, loves. I assume you’re here to see about my new cheer classes, am I right?” she asked, pointing to a sign on the outside wall saying her name was Crackle Cosette.

The two of them immediately picked up on the smell of strong perfume practically flowing from the building, making Smolder, who was closest, gag as her eyes watered a bit. “Y-yeah, we're here to see how expensive they’ll be after the free week,” choked out the dragon as Ocellus sheepishly nodded along.

“Well then, follow me on in and we can go through auditions. Please, help yourselves to a drink.” She ushered them in. The smell was only stronger inside. The main room and this kitchen area were connected with an open wall, letting the two see the rest of the class moving and flipping in unison. Their next-level coordination and expert maneuvers were made to look easy.

“Whoa, they’re so graceful!” cooed Ocellus as Crackle floated a glass of water over, pouring some lemonade packets in them and swirling them as she floated them to either girl.

“And if you join up with us, you'll end up just like them,” promised Crackle with a smile, drinking her own lemonade.

Smolder came up to Ocellus, nuzzling her little bug girlfriend. “Well, sweet.”

Ocellus pondered for a moment, hugging Smolder back with a sigh “Alright, but we have to audition first, right?”

“...Oh, yeah,” realized Smolder, sweating a bit. In her sheer acrobatic skill as a dragon, the only thing she had going for her was being able to fly and being strong. Her grace and ability to move deftly were not well-developed.

Crackle cleared her throat at the two of them, “Well, we can do your auditions in private, but only one today; you've caught us near closing time.”

“Oh, shoot! Well, Ocellus, do you want me to go first then?” asked Smolder, quickly thinking how she could spy on her doing her own audition show tomorrow.

“No, I think I'll be fine to go first,” smirked Ocellus, correctly guessing that Smolder was going to spy on her otherwise. “Besides, that means I'll look better in retrospect when you do yours,” she teased.

“Wha- What's that supposed to mean?” responded Smolder instantly, to the giggle of Ocellus.

Crackle spoke up. “Well then, if you'll be going first, I don't have anyone to watch over you, Ms. Smolder, so if you don't mind…?” She opened the front door for the dragon and gestured to the empty doorway.

“Oh, I see. You’re conspiring against me,” teased Smolder, poking at Ocellus’s chest. “Hehe, I jest… I'll see you at school on Monday, Celly.”

Ocellus blushed and was led into a back room as Smolder walked away, leaving the range of the noise-dampening spell over the building and sealing Ocellus’s fate.

Before she could realize that she was even in danger, Crackle grabbed Ocellus by the throat, choking her back as a ring slipped down over her horn. She tried to scream out as a dildo gag was shoved down her throat, bulging it out. Her eyes were blindfolded. A series of straps and locks bound everything to her head, affixing it all tightly in place.

Her tongue was forced against the dildo gag; a horse cock roughly a foot long. It was thin in the middle, but grew thicker at the base and flared at the tip. She was forced to gag and choke on it, her feet fighting to kick at her assailant and to rip off the mask, but all that happened was that her limbs were grabbed in a far stronger magic than her own, her wings were bound down to her back and her arms and legs were all chained together.

“So, Ocellusss~ Tell me; how’s my kingdom doing in its rightful ruler's absence?” Chrysalis cackled with glee as her captive tried to fight. A collar was snapped around Ocellus’s neck, binding her to the wall as she panted and exhausted her energy quicker than she thought it would.

“Sorry about drugging and kidnaping you, dear, but don't worry. You came here to perform auditions and become a cheerleader, and I am very open to teaching you how to raise morale. I promise you will still learn plenty of positions, hehe~”

The dildo gag that Ocellus choked and gagged around had a hole all the way through it where the urethral tube would be. Holding her head in place with magic, Chrysalis forced a plastic tube through that hole until eventually, she stopped. Seeming to be satisfied with how deep it was, she hit the button on some sort of machine at the other end of the tube.

Ocellus squirmed and writhed to no avail. She could see something working its way up the tube and disappearing into her mouth. She could feel it dripping directly into her throat. “Might take a bit longer than normal, but nothing’s immune to changeling venom. Not even a fellow changeling.”

Changeling venom had many effects: hypnotic, numbing, an aphrodisiac… but worst of all, it converted intellect straight into burning desire. Not even simple love, but lust; it could alter the mind completely and turn the most innocent wallflower into a sex-addicted slut.

The liquid was slimy and viscous, glowing green so vibrantly and bright, it lightly showed through Ocellus’s skin on the way down to her guts before shining through the almost transparent belly. It was almost as if she had swallowed neon paint.

Ocellus knew about changeling venom; she was a changeling after all. Even though she never really used her venom since being reformed, she had in the past. This wasn't like her normal venom. It was chunkier and it tasted foul.

Well, at first it did, but to her dismay, it was quickly becoming delicious. Rich and creamy as well. Even if it smelled awful and burned in her throat, it was already having an effect on her and she started to want it, moaning out weakly around her gag, choking as her belly slowly started to swell with the mixture of venom and whatever else Chrysalis had put into it.

Her school uniform was stripped from her as Chrysalis bit her nipple, pulling on it with her sharp teeth, licking along it and filling the changeling with love; love for what she's going to gain from this and love of what she was going to turn this traitorous bitch into.

A changeling’s love, so raw, so immense and from such a powerful being, when used right and by the entire hive, was powerful enough to destroy Chrysalis’s throne. A small lick and suck, topped with a force-feeding of lust from a queen was too much for the drugged and changing Ocellus to handle.

It shot through her like electricity and she came hard, shuddering and quaking as the lust and love swirled with the venom in her guts. Tears stained her eyes as Chrysalis unplugged the tube from her gag, letting her pant and squirm as her body began to feel soft, at ease, so warm, so at peace with a belly full of addictive venom.

Her feminine juices rolled down her thighs and dripped over the floor. She hadn't even noticed when, during all that, Chrysalis had shackled her to the floor. She couldn't move at all. Now, her arms were being lifted up and chained to the wall. She would be only partially supported, only allowed to lean, held aloft by her arms and neck.

“I hope you enjoyed your first session of practice, love,” chuckled Chrysalis. “Let that concoction of potions and lust digest, dear. I'll be back in a few hours to see if you've passed your audition. Hehehe~”

With that, Ocellus heard the door open and slam shut, the bolt locking and leaving her in complete darkness. Her body shivered and shuddered, tears dripping from her face and drool from her lips. She tried to focus on her breathing, but couldn't for the thoughts filling her brain ever so slowly.

In every sense, Ocellus considered herself a lesbian, but as that venom sloshed in her, she could feel herself slipping, her body growing warmer and warmer, hotter, needier. Soon, she was shuddering at even slight breezes and cold snaps that filled the room. Her flesh was so sensitive and her cunt’s lips so red, sore and desperate for anything; Smolder’s claws, a dildo, a vibrator, but those thoughts all disappeared and were replaced. She knew what she needed. She was aching for cock.

Every time the thought crossed her mind, she tried to shake it away and think of Smolder. But the ideas of stallions, of serving them like an object, and of being bred just kept coming to the forefront of her mind, overpowering and brutal, making her wetter and wetter. Soon, picturing Smolder didn't help. Her thoughts just drifted to pleading wishes that she was a futa and could fuck her and force her to have her dragon eggs. It was impossible to resist the growing craving, and the concoction rushing through her stomach wasn't helping things.

The lust and love made her feel full and warm and only furthered the thoughts and sensitivity of her body, but those potions had been fucking with her. She couldn't feel it happening, but her womb was producing hundreds of ovum, making her magically tight no matter her form or how much she was stretched in the future, even her wants and desires in life were starting to shift by the fifth hour of it all.

By the eighth she felt deprived and starved. No matter how full she actually was, she felt empty. She needed a cock. A big strong stallion or futa needed to ravage her. Hell, she’d bend over for a wild animal, and even turn into a perfect mate for it; whatever they wanted, she’d be their greatest desire just to help them shoot their load straight into her baby-craving womb.

Worst of all, her mind couldn't make up whether or not Smolder should be added to this. On one hand, she should experience this and have her stupid lesbian thoughts scrubbed clean and shown the truth of what a woman was. On the other hand, she couldn't let her know; she couldn't let that bitch have a chance at stealing cocks that could be all hers.

It wasn't until ten hours had passed that the door opened. Ocellus did everything she could to force herself away from her bindings at the scent she smelled, letting out muffled moans of pure lust and craving desire.

Chrysalis’s futa cock hung down to the monarch's knees as she chuckled at the sight before her, almost having pity for Ocellus. She floated a carry bag in behind her as she looked her over, humming at the squirming, desperate mare. “My, my, my… such a slut after only a day and a half. In a few hours, it'll be Sunday, so we have to finish you up for the folks coming to take you away in the morning. Not to mention the fact that I still need to have some fun with you myself before then.”

Ocellus drooled and moaned weakly, desperately whimpering with need like a dog. As good dogs are rewarded with treats, her shackles were undone and she fell to her knees, twitching as Chrysalis lifted her into the air, slipping on her new forever attire. “They wanted a goth brat, so I hope you don't mind some clothing changes, permanently. Don't worry, your next customer might want you washed up after this month’s over.”

Ocellus was slipped into a black mini short skirt and a black cheer uniform top that read “Breeding Slut” on the back and had a heart on the front over the tits. Next were some long fishnet stockings and high, eight-inch tall platform boots. As her makeup had run, Chrysalis wiped it all off with a rag and applied a much more generous coat, holding her eyelids open and applying some contact lenses.

“Degenerates these days like art of ladies with literal hearts for them in their eyes. These should help provide that sort of look.”

Ocellus’s eyes were hungry for cock, like an addict going through withdrawal. Through the heart-shaped lenses, she saw Chrysalis’ cock; four long feet of glowing, vibrant, neon green meat. Watching it throb and twitch, pulsing with heat as it leaked cum over the floor, she’d never wanted anything more in her life.

Chrysalis finally made her way behind Ocellus, giving the changeling a brutally hard smack to the ass. The stinging feeling of pain shot through her body like fire, her overly-sensitive skin amplifying it by several multitudes. The former queen’s hands rested on her hips, pulling Ocellus up onto her knees as she laid on her tits. Chrysalis’ cock laid between her ass cheeks and up along her backside, grinding against her slowly. “You know, “Celly,” you'd look better with a fatter ass. Be a good little cock sleeve and make your ass big enough that you can wrap your cheeks around my cock.”

Chrysalis cackled in delight as Ocellus happily did as she was commanded. She’d do anything to pleasure that rod; to service that fat monster cock. She even started grinding against it between her plump ass cheeks without being asked, something Chrysi didn't have any problems with. And though she only was grinding for half a minute at most, it felt like hours for Ocellus. It felt like she was having to wait forever and a half to feel that thing, to taste it in her lower lips. This would be the case for everything that would happen to her, going forward.

Chrysalis slowly pulled back, dragging her long shaft against her new cheer pet, pressing her flared tip to the sopping wet, twitching, cock-craving lips of Ocellus’s pussy. As it slipped in, the pair shuddered, Chrysalis feeling the vice grip pussy of the virgin clamped tighter than what was reasonable as Ocellus moaned out around her gag, her heart-shaped eyes rolling back in her head.

With another hard smack, Chrysalis slammed her hips forward, jerking the reformed changelings body up off the ground with how hard the initial slam was. “Ohh~ that strength enhancer that zebra slut in the Everfree gave me really did the trick,” she smirked. “I wasn’t even going that hard, haha~ Wish I could go full force, but I’d probably break your bones if I did, and I want my merchandise mostly intact.” Chrysalis pondered for a moment, her cock straining Ocellus’s cervix with a full two feet still outside of her writhing pussy’s lips. Cum leaked into her and tears stained her cheeks, screaming moans of lust and desire escaping around her gag as she clawed at the floor. “Hmm~ Sadly, that means I probably should not be cumming into this tight little snatch…”

She shook the thought from her head. “Oh, who am I kidding?! It’d be a crime not to absolutely ruin a worthless little traitorous cow like you!!” yelled out the changeling monarch, every word punctuated by a slam of her hips at full force.

Her heavy nuts slammed against Ocellus’s thighs hard enough to leave bruises. The thrust of her cock slamming through her cervix was deforming her womb with every impact. Ocellus’s uterus was being worn like a condom and her organs were being shoved aside. Every slam threatened to crack her exoskeleton from the inside out, and her mind was too far broken to want anything else.

Hours of body-jerking, wall-slamming, carapace-cracking and egg-fertilizing pounding would go by. Soon, she was found to be pressed against the wall, her belly the size of a beachball. It sagged and squished against the wall, full of changeling cum and eggs. Drool stained her chin and tits as her arms were yanked hard behind her, magic holding her head against the wall.

The exoskeletal plates that covered her chest had cracked and snapped open by now. The only reason she was not on the ground, twitching in a pool of cum and drool, was that Chrysalis’ grip on her wrists pulled her upright. That, combined with the magic holding her head against the wall and, most of all, her cock inside her, supported her. She’d blacked out five times already now, having simply been fucked so violently that she was forced back awake.

Chrysalis showed no signs of stopping. “Mhmm, fuck, I'm going to cum again, bitch,” she moaned. “You have no idea how cathartic this has all been for me. It gives me a few ideas of what to do to that treacherous, snivelling cunt, Thorax, when I manage to catch him.”

Sweet little Ocellus didn't even hear her, nor care what she was saying as she came again, having long lost count of how many times. Her poor hole was gaped wide open, but not for long as the magic forced her to tighten back to a snug, tight, easily abusable state, making Chryssi unload into her once again. She felt egg after egg force their way up the futas ovipositor, erupting into her womb alongside every slimy drop of seed possible before finally pulling out.

“Alright, bitch, I think I'm done with you,” huffed Chrysalis, dropping Ocellus’s limp body to the floor. “Your new zebra owners will be here to cart you off to their lands. Send me a postcard if you find a chance.” She cackled as she walked out of the room. “Or if you even have enough of a mind to…”

Author's Note

whos next
and what should happen to ocellus
1. zebra enslavement
2. chrysalis assistant/slave pet
3. saved