Tales of the Changeling Timeline

The sun was bright as it shone over the town of Ponyville. Where a calm, somewhat backwater village dwelled, a black, organic looking tower now cast a shadow. Most of it's inhabitants went on with their day as normal, only occasionally glancing at the tower or the changeling overseers who patrolled around. Some instead were treated like slaves, performing various labor's under the watchful eye of their masters.

One thing common to all of them was that they were all nude save for the harness of green slime that acted as marks of enslavement. Changelings saw little point in clothing beyond utility and forbade their new servants from wearing any as a way to demonstrate the ponies' new status. Though loyal ponies could be granted the privilege of wearing accessories.

A small distance off was the farm of Sweet Apple Acres; where many ponies were busy picking at the apples. They were all members of the once proud and cheerful Apple Family, who during the invasion stood their ground against the swarm, too stubborn to flee or surrender. It meant little as they were overwhelmed like other defenders, and dragged away into the hives. For their defiance they were to be closely monitored and hobbled; even after re-education and their labor would be used in the orchards they once tended.

Looking back, Applejack wondered if it was worth it. Her mind turned to Strawberry Sunrise; the little traitor practically welcomed the swarm with open arms and barely spent a week in the hive before being deemed compliant. Yet Strawberry could still run her farm as she saw fit with only the occasional visit from an overseer, could go into town as she pleased and even had vacation privileges. VACATION PRIVILEGES! Before Applejack would say at least she had her dignity and pride, but any dignity and pride was squeezed out of her after months of sensual torture, mental conditioning and obedience training.

“Come on, you two. We don’t have much daylight left.” The changeling behind her commented, shaking her from her thoughts and reminding her of her current predicament.

Applejack’s nude body was bound in the webbing in the same manner many mares were. With her slender waist, wide hips, and perky tits held and bound. The rest of the webbing held back her arms and bound her legs in a manner that allowed her to walk, but it was little more than that as she trudged forward. If she had an opinion to make, her mouth was covered in the webbing, letting her communicate through little more than muffled sounds.

Besides her Big Mac’s body was in just about the same circumstances, his muscular arms bound behind his back, his legs were barely able to move faster than a walk, and his mouth was covered to keep him from voicing any opposition of this new management on the farm. But unlike Applejack, who had the webbing tied around and between her legs, rubbing a little against her pussy, the webbing was coating most of his cock.

Behind them the webbing connected to a wagon filled with the day's harvest while the changeling on top of it tugged at the reins. The motion caused the slime harness to squirm which sent small tingles of pleasure to be afflicted on the ponies as it rubbed along their genitals. “We got a ton of apples to sell, and there’s plenty of ponies that are hungry.” they said as they readjusted Applejack's hat on their head.

“Hooyee! Nothing better than apples on a hot day like this?” The changeling commented, mocking the two as they pulled the cart. “Don’t you two agree? Oh, what am I saying, of course you know that.” His tone changed to a slightly more sinister tone. “After all, these were your apples, and your farm.”

A flurry of emotions was boiling up in Applejack, while Big Mac did the best he could to remain calm. He knew this changeling was just trying to build up their emotions, all so they could feed. And while he was able to maintain himself, his sister was huffing, frustrated at these insulting words. The changeling, seeing this, smiled and then opened their mouth

Applejack only noticed it too late as she felt her body being drained of emotion. While it was a quick drain, it was still unpleasant, being left with a feeling of emptiness. All Big Mac could do was avert his gaze as he knew he couldn’t rebel, and Applejack would be better tonight.

“Oh yeah, that’s a good snack.” The changeling taunted, looking down at the Apple siblings. “Love is nurturing, but anger, especially hatred…well, I’ve always liked spicy food.”

Tugging at the reins, he continued to cause the two ponies to feel some measure of pleasure as both pussy and cock were still being stimulated. Between this, the taunts, and the humiliating position they were forced in, both Applejack and Big Mac weren’t gonna last for the duration. But the changeling knew this, that’s why they did it. They loved to taunt and tease these two, seeing them as little more than skilled labor, and a convenient snack during the trip.

“Oh yeah, nothing better than draining you ponies in the middle of work.” The changeling laughed, still trying to milk out any more of these emotions from the two. “Now, us changelings can feast, and feast, and feast. We’re looking at a golden age, and it’s never gonna end!”

Applejack and Big Mac could only sigh in defeat. Their eyes were weakening and breaking. They changelings weren’t going to stop their taunts, and they were going to feed off each and every emotion the two of them could produce. The wicked creature continued to feed off the resentment, anger, and shame, licking its lips as it savored every lip smacking, tongue tingling bite of these emotions. But the changeling that steered them wasn’t going to overfeed. There wasn’t a need for their kind to drain their prey until they were nothing more than hollowed husks. They were in charge now, and they were going to enjoy a banquet that would never end.