Breaking In
"Mn..." escaped the pony's lips as his mind started clearing, slowly regaining consciousness. He tried opening his eyes, but his head was still spinning and his vision yielded nothing but darkness. Distant sounds could be heard, but he couldn't make out what they were just yet
Next, he tried to stand up, or at least move, but his legs might as well have been made of lead. Though.... yes! Something was moving at least! Except... it was just his tail, which he managed to wag a little before it slumped back down to the ground.
Better than nothing... he thought to himself.
Once again, he tried to get a look around, but only got dark blurs. His spinning head gave him no clues to where he was, the last thing he recalled was being in his blacksmith shop crafting some horseshoes for Cherry Blossom, his marefriend, when suddenly beams started breaking all over the shop...
Finally, his vision was starting to clear. Although still heavily blurred, he could make out dark shapes moving around, with small lights coming from them. Green... things were hanging from the ceiling, but until his vision cleared all he saw were dark green blobs of color. Around him, he could make out... hissing? No, those were definitely voices. Or... the hissing was the voices? He couldn't be sure.
What... happened...?
He struggled, slowly moving onto his stomach and sprawling his legs out (for he was on his side before), trying to get a better view around him.
This ground is hard... am I in some sort of cave...?
A buzzing sound greeted his ears, getting louder, as if it was approaching him. Suddenly, the blurry area in front of him was covered by a silhouette of... a pony?
What pony makes buzzing sounds...?
The figure walked up to him and hissed out "This one is awake. Still not all there though, perfect for breaking him~." It somehow added a hint of lustful pride in the second half of it's "Hiss".
"What... are you?" The pony asked, still a little out of breath from being out cold.
"You will know in due time, pony." It practically spat out his race.
"Where... is Cherry Blossom?"
The thing chuckled. "I guess that's the Pegasus with the pink coat and darker pink mane? We got so few in the last raid worthy to stay with usss~." It added that lustfull hiss again, enraging the pony
"What...Have you Done... With her?!" he spat out at the thing.
"Oooh, temper temper little ponyy.~ You will soon find out.~" it chuckled, enraging the pony even more before he continued "And from how protective you are of her, I'm guessing you are Glinting Embers? She called for you many times before... well, you will find out.~" The not-pony hoisted Ember onto it's back before taking off, the buzzing sound he realized coming from it's insectoid wings. "Not that it matters of course.~"
As Embers' vision started to improve, he could make out the thing carrying him, and was horrified by what he saw.
It had a pony shape, but it's legs had holes that appeared to go all the way through his legs. He was laid on what appeared to be a shell on it's back, with it's bug-like wings protruding out from it, and a strap of sorts around it's stomach, attached under said shell. It's mane and tail seemed normal enough, albeit with holes in them that didn't seem to go away no matter how they flowed in the wind. Looking down, he realized the "lights" coming from the silhouettes were their eyes, and they each had a crooked, protruding horn that also seemed to be full of holes. Their ears were slimmer than the average pony, and each had fangs protruding from their mouths.
And there were hundreds of them, all over the cave that Ember was in.
Grunting, Ember tried to fight off this... thing, whatever it was, but his limbs didn't have enough strength back to do much more than sway. The thing chuckled at his pitiful attempt of escape, and continued onwards.
Soon, the thing landed and set Ember down, the latter of which had finally mustered enough strength to stand. Ember growled at the thing, turning towards it and prepared to charge it with all his Earth Pony strength.
The thing just grinned, which came out as very malevolent, and... spit at Ember's feet? Looking down, he saw that the thing was encasing his hooves in a green goo of sorts, restraining him to the floor.
Looking back up, he shot daggers at the not-pony. "Neat trick. Now what are ya gonna do to me? Fart sleeping gas?"
The thing chuckled before giving a reply that chilled Embers' bones. "Ohhh no, little pony, something that will allow us to drink you for all you have.~ You will love your new role with the Changelings, I guarantee it.~"
What does it mean...? New role? I have to find Cherry and get out of here... before these "Changelings" do something to-
Before he could finish his thought, slime dripped down onto his back, sending a chill down his spine. The "Changeling" just smiled, as what felt like a tentacle of sorts wrap around Embers' stomach, a screech escaping his lungs before it pulled him out of the goo and up towards the ceiling. The Earth Pony struggled against the thing, but before he could try and buck his hooves at it, he was already at the thing's destination: the ceiling.
More of the goo awaited him here, but it seemed... different. Suddenly, he then felt it creep up his hind-hooves and encase his entire body in a cocoon of green. Part of it was transparent, from which he could see other cocoons around on the ceiling. Many were broken, but he could make out a few containing the forms of ponies that looked eerily familiar...
Ember suddenly realized that they were the townsfolk he had lived his whole life with, and looking behind him, he saw her.
Cherry Blossom, the pony he had grown up with, the pony he had loved from the very first time meeting her in school. Her Pink coat and darker Pink mane couldn't be seen through the pod of course, but he knew her features anywhere, and he knew she could make out his features too without seeing his brown coat and fiery orange mane too. Well, if she were facing him that is.
Ember couldn't look too long at his marefriend though, before feeling the tentacle recede into the pod. With his hind hooves secured to the top, he wasn't going anywhere. Things only got worse when a strange liquid started to fill the pod. In desperation, Ember tried punching the side, hoping he could break whatever it was keeping him suspended in the air, but it did nothing. Soon, his head was submerged in the liquid, and it continued to fill the pod.
Fortunately, the liquid seemed... breathable? He wasn't drowning, and was having trouble, but he was able to breath the liquid.
Unfortunately, he felt some more tendrils sprout from the top of the pod, and looking up, confirmed this as he saw five heading down towards his helpless body, although three were much smaller than the others. A webbed sort of material sprung from the sides and attached itself to his legs, front and hind, restraining his movement once again, leaving him at the mercy of the tendrils.
Two of the tendrils stopped at his crotch area, one prodded his tailhole while the other (one of the smaller tendrils) prodded his stallionhood, rubbing it and trying to coax it out of his sheath, these prompting Ember to blush and squirm around in his restrained state. The other three kept on going, making for his head. Two positioned themselves just outside Embers' ears, while one appeared to prod at his closed mouth (which Ember kept tightly shut after the first prod).
By this point, his member had hardened, prompting the tendril rubbing that to slowly (but pleasurably) wrap around it. The one at his plothole pushed in deeply, prompting Ember to moan out despite his resistance, and the tendril made it's move and quickly pushed into his mouth and down his throat. the remaining two (smaller sized) tendrils slowly pushed into his ears.
Ember wanted to scream out in terror, but at the same time moan out in pleasure, and could do neither because of the tendril in his maw. Then the one at his stallionhood slowly pushed the tip into his urethra, and his mind stopped. He moaned against the tendril in pleasure as it and the one in his flank started to secrete a lovely honey-like liquid, which he drank down pleasurably and almost greedily. He could feel his flank start to fill with the liquid, slowly absorbing into his sides.
He no longer cared about anything. Not the strange Changelings, not the town he had lost, not the marefriend who was likely getting a similar treatment in the pod over. He just relaxed, and accepted the beautiful sex the tendrils were giving him.
The two thrust, in and out, in and out, pleasure increasing as they fucked his mouth and his ass. As he began to get close to climax, he could feel some magic start to radiate from the ones in his ears. Not like Ember cared at this point, that is. He was far too caught up in the wonderful sex to care. He slowly closed his eyes, breathing as best he could as they brought him closer and closer with each thrust.
All too soon, Ember came, his seed being sucked up by the tendril in his cock. That same tendril wrapped a little tighter around it, causing more ecstasy from Ember as he moaned and drank down what he was sure was cum from the tendril. He could feel a magic current in his brain from the two tendrils in his ears, but he didn't care at this point.
A-Ahh~ S-So good~...
Despite his climax however, the tendrils still kept up their assault, keeping Ember in a state of constant pleasure. He moaned and moaned, and basked in the relentless assault of the tendrils.
He came more times than he could count, just accepting the sex that was happening to him. His mind was blank as he was used as a sex toy by the tendrils...
Far too soon and far too suddenly, the tendrils stopped. Ember's mind took a moment to adjust to the feeling, his head reeling from the constant sex that had kept him going for hours...
The cocoon that was his prison during this time started to quiver, and looking up, Ember saw a Changeling just outside it. He was standing straight up from Ember's vision, but in reality the Changeling was standing on the ceiling (since Ember was hung upside-down from his hind hooves). It tapped on his cocoon, smiling.
"This one is finally ready..~" Ember heard it hiss... or did he think that? His head was still spinning and Ember couldn't be sure.
Regardless of what he heard or thought, the Changeling appeared to pick up the pod and carry it down to the ground. When Ember's pod was set down, he heard a slimy SLICK-ing sound, and felt a cold, Chitinous hoof rub his hind leg. Suddenly, the liquid that had encased him began to drain out, and the tentacles receded back down into the pod's "floor". The webbed slime that held his limbs in place gave loose when the liquid drained out, causing Ember to lay on his back in the floor of the cocoon. He gasped as he transitioned to breathing air again, but before he could get fully used to it the Changeling pulled him out of the cocoon and onto the cold floor of the cave.