Chapters Tales of the Changeling Timeline
The sticky, sickly lit chambers of this room gave nothing but fear and uncertainty for those who were to be brought here. The Changelings have won, Queen Chrysalis now sat upon the throne of Equestria. As for the ponies of the land, they were subjugated and subjected to all manner of methods to harvest love for her changelings.
Among them was a way to extract love from pairings and couples who already loved each other. Unlike their usual means of mind altering venoms and obedience training to bring out love in a target, true love was harder to force out, but was far more sweet and sustaining to them as food. To this end the changelings looked through their collection of captives to see if there were any lovers and married couples among them.
One such pairing was found, a thin, yellow earth stallion with an orange mane, paired with a portly blue earth mare with a pink swirling mane. Carrot and Cup Cake as their identifying tags were labeled. Once selected, the two of them were brought to a room separated from the rest of the masses being put in an almost constant orgy. Cup Cake was bent over as her knees and legs were locked in place. Changeling webbing was used on her ankles and wrists, tying them in positions that allowed the most flexibility, while keeping her restrained. Carrot was given a similar treatment though only his hooves were locked in place while the webbing tied around his torso, keeping his arms back.
Once they were in their places, the changeling monitoring them reached down to grip Carrot's cock. The stallion could only gasp as he felt the cold and yet skillful touch of the changeling slowly stroking him off. Gritting his teeth, he did his best to try and resist whatever this changeling was trying on him. Unfortunately the changeling had experience in dealing with uncooperative ponies. Carrot stiffened as he felt a finger enter his anus, its movements stimulating his nerves and making him lose control.
“I-I-I’m sorry dear.” Carrot groaned, feeling his will crumbling. “I can’t…I can’t…” His body was getting hotter, he was panting, and his dick was starting to twitch more and more as his wife’s pussy was feeling so good as the cockhead was kissing against it. “I…I…I…”
“I-it’s okay honey.” Cup Cake commented, looking back at her husband with peaceful eyes. “W-we’ll just do what they want. It’s okay. I’m here.”
Carrot whimpered a little, only to nod in agreement. They had no real choice in the matter, but still took comfort in themselves. Seeing this, and feeling the stallion’s cock twitching in its hand, the changeling backed away. Swallowing hard, the two ponies began to fuck. It was slow and rather awkward at first, but Carrot was able to get his full length in Cup Cake’s pussy. The mare couldn’t help but give out a low moan as she felt her husband’s dick.
For so long, the two of them were subjected to the brutal treatment of the changelings. To feel each other, the ponies they love and take comfort and strength in. Carrot’s cock would twitch as he was pumping himself in and out of Cup Cake’s soft, and wet pussy. The two ponies only continued to slowly moan in the growing pleasure. Though the changeling was still watching, the couple wanted to believe, even in this moment, they could escape mentally from this torment.
The changeling only watched, eager eyes glancing across each and every inch of this couple as they could almost taste the love that was slowly building between Carrot and Cup Cake. It was alluring, almost difficult to resist as it licked its lips. Looking over to another section of the room, they spied a glass bottle. Nodding, the changeling moved into action, grabbing the bottle and approaching the ponies.
Carrot and Cup Cake were lost in their own fantasy, not wanting to think of anything else. This only seemed to further the love between them, and the changeling was eager as it began to siphon it. The vile green color that illuminated the creature’s horn reached out. Like wisps of some bitterness that wanted to embrace the loving couple. As it touched Carrot and Cup Cake, the color slowly lightened, becoming redder in color. After a few moments, the shade became bright and whiter, until it was a pinkish hue.
Content, the changeling started to siphon while Carrot and Cup Cake continued their loving passion, seemingly unaware, or rather wanted to ignore anything but their love making. As soon as the changeling put a cork on the bottle, the pink liquid swirling within, another changeling entered the room.
“Is it done?” The second changeling asked, looking at the couple still fucking.
“Yes, this is the stuff.” They commented, wiping their mouths a little. “This is Love, Pure Love.” Looking back over to the couple, their smile became a sinister smirk. “Get more of this, and select more couples.”
Carrot and Cupcake went limp, feeling the exhaustion take hold of their bodies. The changelings weren’t finished with them yet, not by a long shot. But it seemed they understood the concepts of mercy, or what passed for mercy. Their changeling looked them over with an eager smile and sinister gleam in their eyes. No doubt they were going to make them go at this again, but for the time being, both husband and wife were going to be given a small reprieve from what was going to be more displays of passionate, forced sex, and their love fed upon by these vile creatures.
Tales of the Changeling Timeline
Since that takeover by the changelings, ponykind was reduced to being their pets and playthings. The humiliation, abuse and torment was almost too much to bear, and most ponies would give in and accept their new position for the promise of better treatment. For others, there was still hope. As fleeting as it was, a few ponies would dare try to escape. Rarity and her associate, Double Diamond, were one such pairing. But they knew they couldn’t do it alone.
They have already been brutally fucked by their respective changeling handlers. The mare’s body was tied in a fashion where her arms were behind her back, the slime-like webbing that wrapped around her chest allowed her breasts to be held up to maintain a firm and perky appearance. Her mouth was covered, and the webbing that coated her horn prevented her from casting any spells.
Double Diamond’s body was equally restrained, arms tied back, strapped around his body, and his low hanging, hung cock was wrapped in the webbing. The both of them only sat there, their ankles were both bound by the webbing, but weren’t tied up enough where they couldn’t walk. But it did prevent them from running away if they tried to escape. Sitting in what could only be considered some form of storage for ponies awaiting their next session with the changelings, the two of them were alone.
Wallowing in despair, it was only when the sound of the chamber doors opening drew the attention of both ponies. Struggling a little, the door fully opened, as a white unicorn with a flowing, albeit dirty pink made poked her head into the room. It was Fleur de Lis, and this caused both ponies in the room to stare in disbelief. Fleur was among the many ponies who tried to escape, but all attempts failed. Was this another attempt?
As soon as Fleur saw Rarity and Diamond, she gestured over to her with her head. Her horn and mouth were as covered as the others were, so all she could make were small mumbles. Looking at each other, the two ponies saw an opportunity, and it was too good to pass up. Nodding, Rarity and Diamond silently agreed, Fleur was trying to escape and they were going to go with her. Getting up, they silently made their way over to the mare.
As soon as they exited the chamber, the two of them got a better look at Fleur. Her body was bound the same way Rarity’s was. The webbing hugged around her body to help lift and show off her chest. But it was what else she wore on her breasts that made the ponies’ eyes tremble in worry. Clipped through her pink nipples, Fleur had a silver ring nipple piercing, with greenish spikes around them, all connected to each other in a silver chain. There were rumors among the ponies that whenever an escape was stopped, the ponies were punished. This must’ve been one.
Nodding, Fleur started to walk off, guiding Rarity and Diamond down the hall. They walked carefully and quietly, even as the webbing forced them to walk in small and steady steps, the tension was only building with each lasting second. Rarity and Diamond’s hearts were beating, pounding harder and harder. The blackened, smooth halls seemed to only add to the tension. Walking along, their eyes looked off in every and all possible directions. Changelings could look like anything, and their natural black and smooth carapace perfectly matched the walls.
Swallowing nervously, the two carried on. Fleur’s position ahead of them, and the feeling of confidence she seemed to be radiating gave them some measure of comfort. Rarity had seen her friends being treated to some of the most horrible and savage treatments imaginable, and she too had been subjected to such horrors. Diamond shared a similar story, and yet Fleur, despite being punished for trying to escape, was trying again. Clearly, this mare’s will was not yet broken by the vile changelings.
Continuing down the hall, the three ponies eventually arrived at what appeared to a partially ajar door. There was something different about this door, it had a different shade of color compared to the rest of the hall, making it stand out more. And as they approached, there was a growing change in the feeling of the place. It was hard to explain, but Rarity and Diamond would almost smell the grass that they once walked past in Ponyville, the sound of trees in the wind, birds chirping. It was as if this was it, this was the door to freedom.
As soon as Fleur reached the door, she carefully and slowly opened it with her leg, but let Rarity and Diamond walk into the room first. Looking through the doorway, the two ponies’ eyes became wide with joy. They could see it, the outside world. Free of this Hive, free of their bondage and enslavement, and free of the vile Changelings. With tears in their eyes, they rushed in as fast as they could. But this only caused the perceived world around them to ripple and change. It took a moment, but the two realized what was going on.
The “outside” that they had seen was an illusion, a wicked trick that gave anyone who saw it from one side of the door as if they were about to leave. But once inside, their brief joy turned to horror. There were changelings, dozens of them, as well as a number of ponies they had seen before. Standing there, trembling in worry and fear, Diamond turned to look back at the door while Rarity couldn’t look away from the scene before her.
Fleur, the mare she thought she was following to freedom, was being brutally and savagely fucked by at least three changelings. Diamond was the first to see it, the Fleur they were following was looking at the two of them with glowing, sinister eyes. They had been tricked. Magic enveloped the mare they followed as the slime flowed off them, revealing a disguised changeling, smirking a wicked expression at the two.
“More attempted escapes?” The changeling asked, looking to the one by the door, to which it nodded. “Escaping ponies will be punished.” Rarity and Diamond could scream muffled cries of fear as they saw the door they enter close, locking them in this room, and their new torment.
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.
