Band of Buggers
Beneath the dense canopy of the Everfree forest, a team of changeling soldiers wandered miserably in the dark. Their once-shiny exoskeletons were now scuffed and dirty. A cool wind whistled through the brittle holes in their legs and caused fallen leaves to scatter and dance around them like excited children.
The beleaguered band of bugs had become separated from their colony after a crushing defeat at Canterlot Castle. When their queen’s deception was revealed, the power of Shining Armor and Cadance’s love had scattered the insectoid armies to the four winds.
A changeling captain led the way through the dense foliage, followed closely by his troops. The squad had been lost in the woods for days now with no sign of an exit. They had already finished off their emergency rations, so for the past couple of days they had been surviving on rainwater and various fungi.
“Damned ponies,” the captain said, “They will rue the day they dared challenge the might of the Changeling Empire! The Equestrians may have gained a fleeting victory, but we shall win the war!”
The captain had hoped that his comments would bolster his soldiers, but they were too tired and hungry to care about colonial pride. The soldiers felt as if they’d been traveling in circles for days and were beginning to grow impatient.
“Ave, O great, Imperator Protonum,” one of the changelings said petulantly, “Are you certain you know where we’re going?”
An irritated Captain Protonum narrowed his eyes at the remark. It was common for soldiers to refer to their commanding officer as “Imperator,” but this title was only used affectionately after a decisive victory, as it denoted immense respect. To address a captain as ‘Imperator’ after such a sound defeat was one of the highest forms of derision within the changeling ranks.
“If you want to find the way back to the colony, try sniffing out the smell of our beloved Queen’s backside,” the changeling said, “Surely your brown nose is accustomed to her scent?”
A couple of the other soldiers snickered at the remark. Protonum stopped moving and bared his teeth. Wishing to display his authority, Protonum whipped around and pounced on the churlish changeling who dared to mock him.
“I’ll have your wings, Xersus,” Protonum growled, venomously, “Chrysalis commissioned me; but if you question the decisions of our queen, perhaps it’s time to finally decide once and for all who’s best fit to lead.”
Protonum bared his sharp teeth while his wings twitched and made a chittering sound. Xersus was a shiftless, notorious smartass, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew better than to pick a fight with his commanding officer.
“N... no, Protonum,” Xersus said, trembling beneath his captain, “The honor has always been yours to command.”
“And what does that make you?” Protonum said, threateningly. There was a momentary pause as Xersus swallowed his pride, with an audible gulp.
“I... I’m a lowly little maggot who obeys orders,” Xersus said, submissively.
Protonum smiled as he looked up at his other troops. They were all standing at attention, awaiting further instructions from their captain.
Protonum helped lift Xersus off the ground and the two stared at each other for a moment. Neither one wanted to be the first to blink. After an uncomfortable pause, Protonum was the one to break the silence.
“Get back in line,” Protonum said, snarling, “And if you dare to question my authority again, Xersus, I’ll remove your exoskeleton, one piece at a time.”
Xersus blinked, before quietly slinking back into formation with his fellow soldiers. The other four changelings tried to remain silent, lest they further raise the ire of Protonum. Keeping quiet was harder than it looked, as it was difficult for some of the changelings to control their hunger.
One of the soldiers, whose name was Balbus, could hear his stomach growling as he trudged through the foreboding forest.
“I can’t keep living on mushrooms,” Balbus said, “It’s been weeks since I last consumed any love. I’m so hungry, I’d settle for a morsel of mild infatuation at this point.”
“You’ll be feasting on my unbridled rage in a minute if you don’t shut up!” Protonum said. He glanced backwards and scowled at Balbus, who promptly sucked in his gut and pursed his lips.
For a short time, no one spoke, which only served to amplify the deathly-quiet ambiance of their surroundings. It was as though the forest itself was some great slumbering behemoth and the local fauna had learned to move through it in silence lest their sounds wake the giant. The cartographer of the group, whose name was Thracius, eventually broke the silence.
“According to my maps, there’s a pony settlement just beyond the Everfree Forest,” Thracius said, “If we can just find a way to navigate out of these blasted trees, we can infiltrate the town and hide there until our strength returns.”
The Everfree Forest had never been charted before, so this was a rare treat for any cartographer. Thracius kept himself busy by taking detailed notes of their journey through the forest. Their progress proved to be less than helpful when mapmaking, since Thracius was fairly certain that they had been walking in circles.
The prospect of civilization just beyond the forest held great hope for Strabum, the medic. While his compatriots all harbored varying levels of bloodlust and conquest, Strabum viewed his military service as a sacred duty to Queen and Colony. He didn’t want to fight and kill. He was just a humble medic who wanted to return home safely after his tour of duty an open up a private practice.
“It’ll be nice to find someplace with running water to wash this dirt off,” Strabum said, “I’m starting to feel like a dung beetle.”
“Well, you certainly smell like one,” Xersus said as his brash confidence slowly resurfaced.
“You’re hardly a rose, yourself,” Strabum said, irritatedly, “Other than the fact that you’re both pricks.”
One of the soldiers had barely spoken since they landed in the forest. His name was Viniculous and he was ugly-looking, even by changeling standards. He wore a leather patch over his missing eye, which failed to conceal the massive scar running down the left side of his face. His homeliness was rivaled only by his sexual frustration.
“When we get to that pony village, I’ll tell you the first thing I’m going to do,” Viniculous said, as he began to drool, “I’m going to single out a pony couple, disguise myself as the husband, then go home and ravish his wife.”
“Be sure to find a family with daughters so I can tag along,” Xersus said, “You can screw the wife, but leave the fillies to me.”
Some of the other soldiers began chattering with excitement at the prospect of raping and pillaging the pony populace; Strabum did his best to ignore them, since he had no interest in ravaging the countryside. The incessant clicking and chittering of the changeings made them sound like a swarm of salacious cicadas. Protonum remained silent, until their murmurings grew so loud he could barely think.
“Silence!” Protonum shouted over the din. The other changelings halted their conversations immediately. The entire group became still as they listened intently for any sounds. At the other side of a small clearing, the rustling of bushes could be heard.
The six changelings watched as a cloaked figure emerged from behind the foliage. She was singing in a language that was unknown to the changelings.
“Ahh yay, alawala ahh yaay aahh,” the figure sang while picking red berries and placing them in her basket.
“It’s one of those ponies!” Protonum said, quietly. Although his expression was calm, a vengeful rage was swelling behind his segmented eyes like a river of hate. Before him stood an unsuspecting outlet for his fury.
“Actually captain,” Strabum said, “Judging by her striped coat, I believe it’s a zebra.”
“Who cares what it is,” Thracius said, dismissively, “This creature can show us the way out of the forest!”
“All in good time, Thracius,” Protonum said, malevolently, “First, let’s teach this filthy equine proper respect for the changeling race.”
“An excellent idea,” Viniculous said as he smiled for the first time in weeks. The cracks in his broken facial exoskeleton scraped against each other as his grin widened.
The clicking sound of brittle wings was the only warning Zecora had before the changeling was on top of her. Viniculous roughly tackled Zecora from behind. She was knocked to the ground and fell on top of her wicker basket. It was crushed beneath the weight of the changeling holding her down. When Viniculous rolled Zecora onto her back, her chest was dripping red. The other soldiers quickly surrounded Zecora.
“Damn it, Viniculous!” Protonum said, “You’ve killed her! How many times do I have to remind you that equines don’t have exoskeletons to protect their organs?”
Zecora stared up at them with a horrified expression on her face. She tried to speak, but the air had been knocked from her chest, so all she could do was gasp for breath. Strabum knelt down and pressed a forehoof against Zecora’s chest. He sniffed at the red paste.
“It’s not blood!” Strabum said, “It’s just berry juice.”
Zecora was eventually able to breathe again, but all she could do was sputter and cough. She was still too shocked to speak. She looked apprehensively at the six changelings that surrounded her. They were all dirty and some were grinning maliciously at her.
“Well, striped equine,” Protonum said, “My field medic has given you a clean bill of health. If you wish to remain that way, I assure you it is in your best interest to do exactly as we say.”
“Release me if you know what’s best.
I won’t be straddled by a pest,” Zecora said as she attempted to push Viniculous off of her.
“Stop struggling!” Viniculous said, “Be still!”
“I won’t submit to your foul hive
I’ll fight as long as I’m alive!” Zecora said, as she thrashed her limbs in a desperate attempt to free herself.
“Strabum!” Protonum shouted, “This zebra’s giving us trouble! Give her a sedative!”
Obeying the orders of his captain, Strabum fluttered over to his medical kit and returned to Zecora’s side while brandishing a syringe. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw the large needle.
“Let me go, you stupid bugs!
I don’t want your changeling drugs!” Zecora said.
Balbus assisted Viniculous in holding Zecora’s body down, while Xersus kept her head still. Strabum plunged his syringe into the base of Zecora’s neck, which caused her to scream. Protonum remained aloof of her agony, while taking pride in the unity of his soldiers.
“Now that’s what I call teamwork,” Protonum said.
Thracius was wholly disinterested in Zecora’s pain. While she was restrained and forcibly given drugs, he spent some time making casual sketches of the clearing and surrounding trees. After a while though, Thracius became annoyed with Zecora’s anguished sobs.
“I don’t know what that zebra’s carrying on about,” Thracius thought, haughtily, “Injections are much simpler with mammals, since shots can be administered without having to first drill a hole through an exoskeleton.”
The effects of the drug were almost immediate. Balbus and Viniculous could feel Zecora’s sinewy limbs grow limp beneath their weight.
“What exactly did you give her?” Xercus asked as he watched Zecora’s pupils dilate.
“Acepromazine,” Strabum said, “This drug has a depressant effect on the central nervous system and causes sedation, muscular relaxation and a reduction in spontaneous activity. It acts rapidly, exerting an immediate calming effect.”
Once Zecora had stopped struggling, the changelings stood up and stared down at her. Zecora’s eyes moved around lazily in her head. She looked at each of the changelings with unfocused eyes. The drugs were forcing new sensations upon her. She was temporarily paralyzed from the neck down, but she still retained enough motor function to speak.
“My body feels like it can fly
Is this what it means to be high?” Zecora said, dreamily. She stared off into space at swirling images that only she could see.
Xersus raised Zecora’s right forehoof and watched as it fell lifelessly back to the ground. Thracius put away his maps and rejoined the rest of the changelings in a circle around Zecora. She was babbling incoherently and drooling slightly.
“So,” Balbus said, as he looked over at Protonum, “What are we going to do with her now?”
“We make her tell us how to get out of this fornicating forest!” Thracius said, impatiently.
“All in good time, my little cartographer,” Protonum said, in a churlish tone which was laced with levity unbecoming of a captain, “Since she won’t be going anywhere for a while, what’s say we have a little fun with her in the meantime?” Zecora was still high from the drugs, but she retained enough sense to resist her captors.
“If Twilight and her friends were here,
You bugs would piss yourselves in fear,” Zecora said.
Informing her captors that she was on a first-name basis with Twilight Sparkle was one of the worst things Zecora could have said. She had hoped to intimidate them by name-dropping, but all her remarks did was fuel their rage. If they couldn’t find the unicorn responsible for their defeat, then they would take out their aggression on one of her friends.
Needing no further invitation to molest, Xersus straddled Zecora’s chest and lecherously sniffed her mohawk. Zecora was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. The drugs in her system were messing with her mind as the changelings prepared to mess with her body. After inhaling her scent, Xersus wrinkled his nose and jumped back in revulsion.
“What a disgusting stench!” Xersus said, while rubbing his snout with his forehoof, “Are you sure she’s not a skunk?”
“I’m certain she’s a zebra,” Strabum said, irritably, “There’s nothing unusual about her odor. All mammals smell that way.”
Well then,” Viniculous said with a grin, “If we’re going to have fun with her, we should first do something to mask her odious stench.”
Zecora’s eyes were focused on Viniculous, so she didn’t notice Xersus creeping up beside her.
"Hey zebra," Xersus said, quietly, “What's black and white and yellow all over?
Before Zecora could answer, a stream of acrid piss hit her square in the eye. Without working limbs, all she could do was lay there and take it. The hot fluid gushed from the tip of Xersus’s gross member and down Zecora’s face. She sputtered and coughed while attempting to keep her mouth closed. Zecora’s nostrils were soon filled with the steamy, musty scent of piss. The first stream of changeling urine was soon joined by Viniculous, Balbus and Protonum relieving themselves onto Zecora’s prone form.
Not all of the soldiers were eager to defile their prisoner in this manner. Strabum and Thracius watched contemptuously as the other four changelings continued to force a golden shower upon Zecora.
“This is wrong,” Strabum said.
The changelings urinated on her face until she could no longer breath through her nose. In desperation, Zecora opened her lips to gasp for air. The changelings’ aimed their collective streams at this new unwilling orifice until her mouth was filled with pee. She choked and sputtered as the vile liquid trickled down her throat.
“I’m mortified that my stripey body
has been reduced to your loathsome potty!” Zecora cried.
Her coat was quickly covered with their scent and her once-stiff mohawk was soon soaked with piss.By the time they had finished, most of the white in her monochromatic coat had been dyed a sickly dark yellow. Zecora cried from shame and embarrassment as she lay helpless in a puddle of pee.
“Oh, how could it have come to this?
That I should reek of changeling piss?” Zecora said, between sobs.
To add further insult, Xersus snorted before expectorating a glob of green phlegm onto Zecora’s cheek. A morally-outraged Strabum confronted his fellow soldiers regarding their treatment of Zecora.
“Stop!” Strabum said, “You’ve humiliated her enough. Make her tell us the way out of this forest so we can go home!”
“Go home?” Protonum said, incredulously, “But we’ve only just begun to play with her.”
Xersus, Viniculous and Balbus exchanged knowing glances. The subtext of the changeling’s remarks wasn't lost on Zecora. She tried to remain focused, even though her mind was still hazy from the drugs. Zecora managed to speak in a dignified manner, in spite of the fact that she was laying in a puddle of piss and her limbs were as limp as drowned kittens.
“You demons who can shift your shape
I sense your hearts are filled with rape,” Zecora said.
“Then let’s establish consent, shall we?” Protonum said, “All those who don’t want to be raped, please raise your hoof.”
As Zecora futilely attempted to move her limbs, Balbus slowly lifted one of his forehooves.
“Put your hoof back down, you idiot,” Protonum said, “The disingenuous question was directed towards the listless zebra as a cruel irony.”
“Oh,” Balbus said as he sheepishly lowered his hoof, “Still. Better safe than sorry.”
In spite of her debilitating condition, Zecora hoped to elicit some sympathy from her captors. She couldn’t raise her hoof, but she could still raise her voice.
“Let me go! Please let me go!
I don’t want this! No means no!” Zecora cried. She tried to move, but her body was as languid as a rag doll. Protonum ignored her pleas for mercy.
“As your captain, I shall have the honor of going first,” Protonum said as he loomed threateningly over Zecora. She could see his changeling dick poking out from a slit in his abdomen.
“This cannot be!
Someone help me!” Zecora screamed.
Strabum stepped in front of his captain to defend Zecora. He stood over her prone form in an act of defiance.
“This is evil,” Strabum said, “She was drugged so we could interrogate her. I didn’t sedate her so you could violate her limp body.”
“You aren’t allowed to question my methods, medic,” Protonum said, threateningly, “This is war. She’s the enemy. Are we not entitled to the spoils of war?”
“When I became a doctor, I took the Hippocricket Oath,” Strabum said, “First, do no harm.”
“Who said anything about harm?” Protonum said before knocking Strabum to the ground. As Strabum tried to stand, Protonum issued a command to Thracius.
“Hold the dear doctor down, Thracius,” Protonum said, “If you allow him to interrupt me again, I’ll have both of you court martialed for insubordination.”
Strabum felt the weight of Thracius kneeling on his back.
“Let me go!” Strabum said as he struggled under the mapmaker’s weight, “We must stop their barbarism!”
“I don’t like this situation anymore than you do,” Thracius whispered into Strabum’s ear, “But it’s either her or us. My responsibility as cartographer is to plot the safest course. In this instance, it behooves us to remain silent and allow them to rape the zebra.”
“You’re a coward,” Strabum said, bitterly.
“I’d rather be a coward than deflowered,” Thracius said, “You’ll thank me later.”
Now that Strabum had been successfully detained, Protonum looked into Zecora’s fearful eyes. She glanced in the direction of a nearby forest path and hoped that she might convince the changelings to leave.
“Follow that trail and I guarantee,
it will lead you out. Please don’t rape me,” Zecora said.
Thracius glanced down the path Zecora indicated, as Strabum struggled beneath his weight.
“There!” Strabum shouted, “She told us the way out. Now let her go!”
“Why should I let her go, when I can make her cum?” Protonum said, ominously, “Besides, how do we know she speaks the truth? That path could lead to an ambush. The only way to get genuine information is through interrogation.”
“You bastard,” Strabum said. He groaned as he felt the the full weight of Thracius digging into his back. Zecora stared up at the forest canopy. She closed her eyes as a single tear rolled down her piss-soaked cheek.
“You may be scared, but don’t worry,” Protonum said, sadistically, “I’m going to enjoy this enough for the both of us.”
Protonum knelt down and rolled Zecora onto her stomach, which offered him an excellent view of her ass.
“Our dicks are brutal,” Protonum said, with just a hint of demented levity in his voice, “Not gentle like mammals.”
Zecora, overcome with morbid curiosity, glanced behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the changeling’s grotesque member. It was as hard and as smooth as polished marble. His inky black penis protruded out from the tip of his abdomen and ended in a sharp point, like a dagger. The curved shape of the phallus made it resemble a cobra’s fang or manticore’s claw. There was no flared head or medial ring on this frightening phallus. It looked less like an instrument of tender passion and more like a tool of violent conquest. A bead of semi-translucent green liquid oozed from the pointed tip of the hideous whore-hewing halberd. Protonum teased Zecora by rubbing the length of his spiked shaft between her ass cheeks. After a few moments of taunting her, it was time for the show to begin.
Protonum sat on the ground in front of Zecora and leaned forward in order to lift her. Zecora’s limbs swung lazily as Protonum raised her over his barbed baby bug batter blaster.
“Please put me down! I’m warning you!
Once done, this deed you can’t undo!” Zecora said.
“Put you down?” Protonum said, “Poor choice of words.”
Zecora screamed as the changeling lowered her ass onto his cock. The sharp tip of his prick snagged on her anal ring as he entered. Protonum’s member scrapped along the top of her rectal walls, causing internal bleeding. Her ass felt as though it was on fire, which grew steadily into a searing, white-hot pain. Overcome with fear, Zecora screamed before urinating uncontrollably. Her pee splashed on the ground in front of Protonum. The changelings who surrounded her laughed while taunting her.
“Listen to her squeal!” Balbus said, with mocking laughter.
Protonum could feel warm droplets of zebra piss dotting his inner thighs as his terrifying tool dug deeper into Zecora’s tight tish tunnel. Her anal blood helped to lubricate his marauding member.
“Please pull it out! Please pull it out!
You’re going to kill me, there’s no doubt!” Zecora screamed as her stream of urine was reduced to a trickle.
“Such is the fate of all those who dare to oppose the might of the Changeling Empire!” Protonum shouted loudly. Xersus, Viniculous and Balbus cheered their captain on as he continued to rape the piss out of Zecora.
“Imperator! Imperator! Imperator!” the three soldiers shouted raucously while repeatedly pumping one of their forehooves into the air. Emboldened by the cheers of his subordinates, Protonum lowered Zecora even further until the entire length of his rod was enveloped by her bleeding ass. The agony of Zecora’s anal rape was increased by the fact that her violation was a source of entertainment for several jeering changeling soldiers who surrounded her.
“No more! No more!
I’m not a whore!” Zecora screamed.
“I think you are,” Protonum said, venomously, “Deep down, you’re just a horny slut, who loves to take it up the butt.”
“Hey, that rhymed!” Xerses said, “I think the zebra’s starting to rub off on you.”
“In more ways than one,” Protonum said as Zecora’s sphincter squeezed and milked his member.
Once Protonum had bottomed out inside Zecora’s bottom, he began to lift her off his prick. He pulled his dick partially out, which was covered in her anal blood. Zecora sobbed as a froth of crimson gore continued to pour from her damaged derriere. Protonum’s crotch was glistening from zebra blood as he lowered Zecora back onto his painful prick. The pronged schlong cut a second swath of rectal ruination on Zecora’s excoriated excrement expeller.
“It amazes me how frail and weak you mammals are,” Protonum said, “You wouldn’t last a day working in a changeling brothel.”
Zecora felt as though she were being sodomized by the world’s thickest needle, which was a pretty accurate comparison. The muscle relaxers had dulled Zecora’s senses, but no drug in Equestria was potent enough to mask the intense pain which coursed through her abused body. Each beat of her heart sent more blood gushing through her razed rectal walls and down the length of Protonum’s crimson-coated cock.
As Protonum thrust his hips forward, his pointed tip snagged on the side of her anal canal. Undeterred by Zecora’s screams, Protonum repeatedly thrust his rod roughly into her ass and opened several new wounds. Blood was flowing freely from Zecora’s shredded sphincter as each thrust of Protonum’s dagger-like dick ripped her rectum to ribbons.
“I can’t hold back much longer,” Protonum said, “I’m gonna’ pump this bitch full of maggot mayonnaise!”
Zecora was too delirious from the pain to form coherent words. She tried to focus through the drugs and mounting agony in order to plead for mercy.
“No! I do not want my bum,
filled up with your changeling cum!” Zecora said in between sobs.
Almost as if he was responding to her pleas, Protonum pulled Zecora off of his dick and threw her on the ground. Her breathing was raspy and her heart pounded as her anus continued bleeding. Her face was pale due to fright and loss of blood.
“You’re worried about an anal creampie?” Protonum said with a chuckle, “Then I’ll cum on your face instead.”
Protonum lifted her head until she was staring down the barrel of his climaxing cock. Zecora could see her blood dripping from Protonum’s shaft. She closed her eyes as the first blast of changeling semen hit her right cheek. Protonum’s cum was sticky and green and smelled like curdled milk. Zecora could also feel something wriggling around on her face. Changeling ejaculate contained dozens of tiny maggot-like sperm, which were squirming all over Zecora’s face in a futile search for her ovaries. Protonum let go of Zecora and allowed her to fall back to the ground. She lay there as the maggots slowly rolled off of her face and onto the dirt. She sobbed as the foul-smelling seminal fluid clung stubbornly to her cheek.
“Now I’m filled with regret and shame,
My butt will never be the same,” Zecora said. Protonum glanced down at the river of blood flowing from her fractured fudge factory.
“Sodomy is nothing compared to what else we have planned,” Protonum said, “Are you familiar with the concept of traumatic insemination?”
“No!” Strabum said as he redoubled his efforts to wiggle out from underneath Thracius. Protonum ignored his medic’s outburst.
Zecora lay on the ground while taking shallow breaths. She kept her right eye closed, due to the green cum and maggots on her face. She stared at Protonum with her left eye and tried her best not to blink. She didn’t know what traumatic insemination was, but judging by Strabum’s reaction, she knew it was probably worse than what she’d already experienced.
“Traumatic insemination is how changelings reproduce,” Protonum said, “When we mate with a female member of our species, our courtship rituals differ drastically from those of mammals. We have evolved beyond such primitive concepts like foreplay and consent.”
“This is my fault,” Strabum muttered quietly to himself, “She would’ve at least been able to fight back if I hadn’t drugged her.” Strabum was smaller and physically weaker than the average changeling. He saw in Zecora’s eyes a fighting spirit that he could never hope to possess.
Even after being injected with muscle relaxers, Zecora could still feel her heart pounding. Her fear was as palpable as the scent of changeling urine which clung to her coat.
“While female members of the species have perfectly serviceable genitals, male changelings avoid vaginal penetration and opt instead for a more... pragmatic means of impregnation,” Protonum said, “We use our spike-like members to pierce the hard exoskeleton of the female. The penis injects semen through the open wound in her belly and straight into her abdominal cavity. The sperm finds its way to her ovaries and results in fertilization.”
Zecora wanted to scream, but she was petrified.
“Within the changeling hive, competition is fierce when attempting to impregnate a female,” Viniculous said, “It may sound harsh to you, but traumatic insemination is a normal part of the changeling mating process.”
Zecora overcame her stunned state and tried to move, but her body was still under the effects of the muscle relaxers.
“Our dicks have to be hard enough to crack through the outer shell of the female,” Xersus said, “My prick will cut through your soft flesh like a hot knife through butter.”
Zecora felt as though she was going to vomit. Her sphincter instinctively clenched tightly as she tried to stem the flow from her bleeding butthole.
“As you can imagine, this process is quite detrimental to the female’s health,” Protonum said, “A successful copulation leaves her with an open wound, which is susceptible to infection until she heals.”
Zecora’s eyes went wide with fear as Balbus approached her. He eyed her belly greedily as seminal fluid oozed from the tip of his fat cock.
“Stop!” Strabum shouted, “She’s not a changeling! You might puncture a vital organ!”
“I’m sure it’ll grow back eventually,” Viniculous said dismissively.
“Yeah doc, don’t rain on our parade,” Xersus said, “We just want this mammal to experience what life is like as a changeling crack whore.”
Changeling prostitutes were known as ‘crack whores’ because of all the cracks in their exoskeletons from repeated traumatic copulation.
“She’s never experienced the sensation of several cocks stabbing her repeatedly and cumming inside her torn flesh,” Protonum said. He was beginning to drool in anticipation.
“Stop!” Strabum screamed, “You’ll kill her!”
“That’s no great loss” Protonum said, “What do you care if there’s one less equine in the world? There’s plenty more ponies where she came from. No one will even miss her.”
Realizing that it was pointless to reason with any of the four lust-addled changelings, Strabum hoped to elicit some sympathy from the mapmaker.
“Thracius, please!” Strabum said as he began to cry, “Let me go! We have to stop them! How can you live with yourself knowing there’s innocent blood on your hooves?”
“It’s easy,” Thracius said, coldly, “I’m a soldier.”
“No,” Strabum said despondently while slowly shaking his head, “Please no.” Thracius struggled to prevent Strabum from getting up.
“Be still,” Thracius said, “They’ll be finished soon enough and then we can forget all about this.”
“Don’t do this!” Strabum screamed, “I’m begging you!”
“She’ll be begging for more before we’ve finished with her,” Viniculous said, “Once she’s had a good dicking from changeling cocks, those soft pony poles will never be able to satisfy her.”
The four licentious changelings encircled Zecora as they muttered about where they wanted to penetrate their victim. Xersus’s member hovered threatening above her head like the choad of Damocles. Once Zecora was surrounded on all sides, the changelings made their move.
“Balbus, lie down,” Protonum said, “You’re fat enough to support her weight.”
“I’m not fat,” Balbus said, defensively, “I just have a thick exoskeleton.”
Obeying his commander’s orders, Balbus sat in front of Zecora, who was still lying on the ground. She could see Balbus’s menacing mucronated member protruding from beneath his sizable gut.
Protonum lifted Zecora’s limp body off the ground and placed her on top of Balbus’s belly. His exoskeleton felt surprisingly cold against her piss-soaked coat. Zecora winced as Balbus began to lick Protonum’s cum from off her face. Protonum gave a hearty laugh and was surprised at how arousing it was to watch another male lap up his cum.
Once Zecora’s face had been licked clean, Balbus inserted his fat, turquoise-colored tongue into her mouth. Zecora gagged as Balbus filled her mouth with a sickly mixture of changeling phlegm and Protonum’s rancid-smelling semen. She found herself choking as the changeling’s tongue writhed and twisted over every inch of her mouth. Zecora tried to bite off Balbus’s tongue, but it was too thick and rubbery. She couldn’t even leave a bite mark.
Changeling tongues were coated with dozens of small barbs. As Balbus rubbed the roof of her mouth raw, Zecora felt as though she was making out with a cheese grater.
Balbus’s muzzle was stained with Zecora’s blood as he retracted his tongue. Zecora gasped for breath and proceeded to retch. Zecora sobbed as the sanguine fluid ran down her quivering chin and onto Balbus’s neck and chest. She clenched her blood-stained teeth in pain while futilely struggling to lift her head. Zecora only had enough strength to slightly raise her head before she gave up and rested her cheek on Balbus’s chin as he sniffed her mane. She tried to spit out the changeling spittle and sperm cocktail which had been forced down her throat, but the sticky mixture clung to the razed and raw roof of her mouth like prurient peanut butter.
When Zecora glanced to one side, she noticed that Xersus was bringing his pointed prick dangerously close to her right eye.
“I’m going to rape your retina,” Xersus said, “The last thing to go through your mind before you die will be my messy orgasm.” Xersus stopped his prick inches from Zecora’s eye.
“What do you say, Viniculous?” Xerus said, “How about I enact a little karmic justice for the equine who partially-blinded you? Eye for an eye, and all that?”
Viniculous smiled at the prospect, which caused his cracked exoskeleton to grind together. Rather than plead for her life, Zecora held her breath in anticipation of her imminent demise. She was willing to accept a quick, if not mortifying, death. Anything was preferable to the prolonged torture which her captors had planned.
“Do it! Go and rape my brain!
Anything to end the pain!” Zecora cried despondently.
“Xersus! No!” Protonum said, “I want to keep her alive for as long as possible.” Xersus’s smile faltered as he listened to his captain.
“Desecrating a corpse has its own unique set of pleasures,” Protonum said, “but they pale in comparison to the screams of a victim who walks the razor’s edge between life and death. Once you’ve tortured as many prisoners as I have, you’ll learn to savor the anguished cries which precedes the long silence of death.” Protonum approached Zecora and stroked her mane in a condescending fashion.
“By all means, Xersus, violate her body,” Protonum said, “All I ask is that you pick a less fatal point of entry.” Xersus didn’t offer a reply. He just stared at Protonum while considering his words. Eventually, Xersus begrudgingly inched his dick away from Zecora’s eye and moved to her right side. Protonum followed suit by positioning himself on Zecora’s left side.
She could feel the sharp tip of Balbus’s pointed prick poking against the soft lips of her piss-soaked slit. Protonum and Xersus prodded her sides with their sagittal schlongs. Not hard enough to break the skin. Not yet.
“You like rhymes, you stupid striped skank?” Xersus said, “Well here’s a poem for you. ‘I’ll cut open your belly and fill it with my jelly. You’re the slut I’m going to rut and bust a nut inside your gut.’”
Once his fellow soldiers had found their places, Viniculous proceeded to move into position for the traumatic insemination.
“Viniculous, you’ve always had a thing for asses,” Protonum said, “Why don’t you take my sloppy seconds?”
Viniculous used his remaining eye to stare at the bleeding gash which was all that remained of Zecora’s asshole.
“Sloppy seconds?” Viniculous said, “More like bloody backwash. You shredded her shitwinker to the point where it’s in no condition to take my cock.”
Viniculous continued to mutter curses under his breath as he prluctantly positioned his cock in front of Zecora’s wounded waste-maker.
“Consider yourself lucky that I love stretching stench trenches, otherwise I wouldn’t give an ugly shit stain like you a second glance,” Viniculous said to Zecora.
Once all four of the changlings had chosen a point of entry, the traumatic insemination began in earnest. Zecora’s screams traveled down the desolated paths of the Everfree Forest as her body was stabbed repeatedly by sharp changeling cocks. Strabum wept as his ears were assaulted by the sickening squelching sounds of Zecora’s flesh tearing.
Balbus’ pole poked a hole in Zecora’s belly; right below her navel. His crotch was soon coated in gore as he thrust his turgid tool repeatedly inside Zecora’s guts.
“She’s so wet and warm,” Balbus said, contentedly. Viniculous pushed his cock deep inside Zecora’s ass and reopened recent wounds with each thrust.
“Damn,” Viniculous said, “Even after being stretched, her ruined ring is still trying to milk my dick!”
“What a whore!” Xersus said with a laugh as he penetrated Zecora’s side with his prick, which was soon bathed in her blood.
The physical pain of traumatic insemination was unlike anything Zecora had ever experienced before. She felt as hollow as a changeling’s legs. It was difficult for her to comprehend that she was being simultaneously raped and murdered. In order to cope with the pain, she tried to focus on her thoughts, but separating her body and mind was more difficult than Zecora had imagined. The physical pain was so severe, that Zecora’s brain couldn’t focus on anything but the anguish of her situation. Her thoughts were filled with new sensations which pushed the known boundaries of suffering.
The changelings hooted and hollered as they continued to mercilessly rape Zecora’s wounds. She screamed long and loud until her vocal chords were as raw and sore as her asshole. In spite of her pain, Zecora continued to verbally defy her assailants.
“You can rape my body, both blood and bone,
But my proud spirit you will never own!” Zecora said.
“Your spirit will break just as easily as your body,” Protonum said.
Protonum moaned with perverse pleasure as he repeatedly stabbed Zecora’s left side with his member. The changelings worked their tools in tandem. They soon developed a rhythm to their thrusting in order to give Zecora a more precisioned dicking. Her limp body rocked back and forth with each thrust of their hips, as though she were a moorless ship tossed about on a sea of lust.
Zecora felt faint and thought as though she would pass out from bloodloss. Oblivion seemed like a welcome release after the pain she had already endured. Zecora shut her eyes tight and silently pleaded for death to take her, but it was not meant to be. A combination of the drugs in her system and her own adrenaline was enough to keep her alive against her will. Zecora had never felt more alone. She wept at the realization that even death had forsaken her.
Zecora’s head rested limply on Balbus’s shoulder as he continued thrusting inside the hole he created below her navel. He licked the blood from her lips in what he thought was a tender gesture. She was in too much pain to form words and her throat was too strained to scream. All she could do was blubber quietly as she drooled more bloodly saliva onto Balbus’s neck and chest.
“Where’s your proud defiance now, zebra?” Viniculous said, while buggering her ass. Zecora didn’t answer. For a moment, the only noise that could be heard were the wet slapping sounds of the changelings ravishing Zecora’s body. Their groins were glazed in gore as they increased the pace of their thrusting.
Meanwhile, not far from the gangrape, Strabum sobbed and blubbered beneath the weight of Thracius, who was attempting to offer comfort.
“I’m disgusted by this, too,” Thracius said in an effort to create a rapport, “But what good would it do to fight back? When you’ve been soldiering as long as I have, you learn to pick your battles. The most important lesson is to never get involved in a land war in Appaloosa, but only slightly less well known is this: Never stand between your commanding officer and war prisoner pussy.” Strabum ignored Thracius’s misguided attempts at sympathy. As he lay pinned to the ground, Strabum mourned his own weakness.
“First, do no harm,” Strabum muttered to himself, “First, do no harm. First, do no harm.” He continued to repeat the oath to himself in an effort to drown out the visceral sounds of Zecora’s rape.
The wings of the four changelings began to chitter as they neared their respective orgasms. While Zecora’s fresh wounds were incapable of gripping their cocks in any meaningful way, her blood served as excellent lube. Xersus hilted his dagger-like dick within Zecora’s right side and prodded her internal organs.
“I’m cumming!” Xersus said triumphantly, “Last one to the ovaries is a malformed maggot!”
Xersus groaned contentedly as he released his maggoty-seed inside Zecora’s bleeding guts. Spurred on by Xersus’s climax, the other changelings rushed to reach their respective orgasms. One by one, Zecora could feel hot changeling semen shooting deep within her body. Viniculous pulled out of her asshole before puncturing her perineum. He further tainted her bleeding taint by filling it with his jizz. Dozens of tiny, white maggots wriggled within her as they desperately searched for her womb. The sticky substance clung to Zecora’s innards as her body clung to life.
After depositing their reproductive material, the changelings removed their dicks from their prisoner of war, which sent rivers of blood flowing from her gaping wounds. The increased blood loss caused Zecora to faint. Xersus placed a forehoof against her neck. She still had a pulse, but it was growing weaker by the moment. Without immediate medical treatment, Zecora’s plea for death would soon be answered.
“She’s out cold,” Xersus said, “I think the shock of traumatic insemination was just too much for her body.”
“Now how are we going to find the way out of this forest?” Balbus asked as he threw Zecora’s limp body off of himself, “Should we try to revive the zebra and interrogate her for directions?”
“We’ve already wasted enough time here,” Protonum said, “Just leave her body. If we follow the path like she said, I’m sure we’ll eventually find our way out of this forest.”
Viniculous rolled Zecora onto her back. Her eyes were closed and she was barely breathing. The entire lower half of her body was mottled with blood. Gore continued to ooze from her forced points of copulation.
Seeing that his fellow soldiers had finished with Zecora, Thracius stood up, which allowed Strabum to escape. Protonum half expected to be attacked by his field medic. Strabum resisted the urge for vengeance and ran past the other changelings and knelt before Zecora. Instead of adding to the violence, Strabum was more concerned with saving Zecora’s life.
Strabum quickly opened his medical chest. His stomach turned as he looked at the bottle of Acepromazine which he had injected into Zecora’s veins.
Opening a small compartment, Strabum removed a bottle which contained an orange liquid. He wasn’t sure if Zecora could hear him in her unconscious state, but he still felt compelled to inform his patient of what he was about to do.
“This is spermalege extract,” Strabum said to Zecora, “Female changelings produce this to help their bodies repair themselves after-”
Strabum couldn’t finish his sentence. He wept as he stared at Zecora’s unconscious form.
“I’m sorry,” Strabum said, “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” As Strabum prepared to administer the spermalege, Protonum glared at him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Protonum said.
Strabum wasn’t about to dignify the question with an answer. He remained silent as he treated Zecora’s wounds.
“You know what your problem is, Strabum?” Protonum said, “You’re unsuited for the ravages of war. If you can’t handle soldiering, why don’t you go run off and become a nursemaid?” Strabum ignored his captain’s remarks and continued to dress Zecora’s wounds.
“I’m not going to repeat myself,” Protonum said, “Stop wasting your medical supplies on the enemy. That’s a direct order.”
Zecora coughed up blood as gore and changeling semen oozed from the gaping wounds in her sides. Her body twitched involuntarily. Strabum narrowed his eyes before turning to face his captain.
“Damn you and damn your orders, Protonum,” Strabum said, “And damn me, too.”
Strabum finished applying the spermalege extract to Zecora’s wounds before packing up his medical tools. Zecora turned her head to look at the medic. She opened her eyes weakly and coughed up more blood before speaking to Strabum in a faint whisper.
“Please return me to my hut.
There’s a great pain in my gut.
‘Great’ meaning large or immense.
I use it in the pejorative sense,” Zecora said.
Zecora glanced in the direction of her hut before closing her eyes to conserve her strength. Strabum unfolded a stretcher from his pack and carefully moved Zecora onto it. He was about to take her home when he was tackled by Protonum. Strabum’s face was pressed into the dirt. He could feel Protonum’s forehoof on the back of his neck.
“For giving aid and comfort to the enemy, I brand you a traitor to Queen and Colony!” Protonum said as his spittle landed on the back of Strabum’s head, “You just signed your own death warrant!”
Strabum was powerless under his captain’s weight. Protonum pressed a forehoof against the back of Strabum’s neck. Out of the corner of her eye, Zecora watched helplessly as Strabum was threatened with death for trying to save her.
“You always were a simpering weakling who never had any business being a soldier,” Protonum said, “I’m glad I get to be the one to kill you.”
The other four changelings stood back and watched as Protonum struggled to keep Strabum from rising. At that moment, Zecora’s exhaustion finally caught up with her and she blacked out.
In the morning, Zecora awoke to find herself in her bed. She would’ve thought the whole experience had been nothing more than a horrible nightmare, if not for the intense soreness permeating through her body. Zecora slowly pulled off her covers to see the scars from her traumatic insemination. Her sides, crotch, taint and anus were all recovering from the acute anguish of her assault. The spermalege which Strabum had applied had aided in her recovery by healing her body of infection. It was nothing short of miraculous.
Zecora couldn’t remember what happened after she blacked out or how she got home. She wondered if Strabum had survived, killed Protonum and carried her back while she was unconscious. Or had Strabum been killed by Protonum? If that was the case, then Zecora reasoned that she must have dragged herself back to her hut after the rest of the changelings left her for dead. She liked to imagine that Strabum had managed to tap into some hidden strength and overpower Protonum.
The full impact of her rape hadn’t yet resonated with Zecora. All that mattered to her now was that she was alive and she was home.
It had been several weeks since Zecora had last visited Ponyville. Apple Bloom wasn’t certain what had happened, but she was slightly concerned about her zebra friend.
It was a warm summer afternoon as Apple Bloom wandered through the Everfree Forest on her way to visit Zecora’s hut. She passed by a small mound of earth. Apple Bloom had no way of knowing that it was the shallow grave of a changeling. There were no markings or headstone to identify who was buried there.
When Apple Bloom arrived at the door of Zecora’s hut, she knocked and waited for an answer that never came.
“Zecora!” Apple Bloom shouted, “You okay?”
Exercising great caution, Apple Bloom slowly opened the door and poked her head inside. Apple Bloom gasped. She wasn’t prepared for what she saw.
Zecora was lying on the floor of her hut. Her belly had swollen to an enormous size. Based on the way her skin was rippling, it looked like dozens of... things were wriggling around inside her; like angry eels in a leather sack.
Zecora’s hind legs were spread wide and her vagina was winking obscenely. The greasy lips of her vulva opened and closed, like a fish out of water. Each time her pussy blossomed like a flower, a small stream of semi-transparent green liquid oozed from her cooze. She was lying in a small puddle of the disturbing-looking liquid.
Zecora’s breathing was labored; which was appropriate, since she was going into labor. She made several wheezing gasps before she was able to communicate. Her entire body was convulsing as she looked at the petrified filly standing before her.
“Applebloom, will you help me, please?
I’ve been knocked up by giant fleas,” Zecora said.
Apple Bloom stood in the doorway; too horrified by what she saw to move. The gestation period for a changeling was much less than that of a mammal. Zecora screamed as her belly shook violently. She placed her forehooves on her stomach and cried as she felt the wriggling intensify. Apple Bloom could see that there were several pale scars on Zecora’s lower body. A thick gush of green slime sluiced from her sopping slit and splattered onto the floor.
“Those soldiers raped me like a whore,
Now I must birth their spoils of war,” Zecora said. Summoning her remaining strength, Zecora screamed at the top of her lungs as she began to give birth.
“Curse those bugs and their changeling goo!
Their bastard spawn will soon be due!” Zecora said.
Apple Bloom watched in horror as a foot-long slimy white maggot slid out of Zecora’s birth canal and landed on the floor. Judging by the way her stomach was churning, there were at least a dozen more changeling larvas writhing inside her womb.
The End