> Zecora's Capture
>  by Holocron
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> Zecora's Fall
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Elastic, slippery, but tensile strong rope made from changeling mucus hugged Zecora’s arms, stomach, and legs, digging into and wetting her fur, and keeping her in a more than compromising frog-tie as she was carried through the royal castle turned royal hive. It was dank and dark, and there was a strong, wet and musky odor in the air. It was almost burning as it went in and out of her nostrils and lungs.

“Let me go, you vile things!” Zecora cursed and threatened, as the creatures holding her were busy striping away her clothes. “Release me, or I shall unleash magical stings!”

Her threats were meaningless as the changelings continued to strip her until her body was on full display. She shivered a little in the relatively cold hive while the changelings were chittering and chatting amongst themselves. To the zebra, this was little more than some bug-like sounds, but it was clear, they were annoyed by her shouts and threats. Taking a strap and metal ring, they gagged her, keeping her mouth open.

Though it didn’t fully silence her, it did make any sounds from her little more than grunts and gasps. Zecora winced at the pain that such restraints were causing, but she did her best to show no fear. Captured or not, she was the leader of the resistance against Queen Chrysalis, and she would not be so easily intimidated. Even as she was naked, cold, and being roughly handled by these creatures, she held her look of hatred.

Given time to think as her two escort drones floated her through the hive with their combined telekinesis, Zecora was forming plans in her mind. Even bound, fucked, and tortured, she’d still have a chance to escape. But she wasn’t naive either, and whether it was captured by changelings or infestation by parasprites, she knew when prospects weren’t good. They came to a large lime green globule at the end of the hallway that two armored guards stood beside.

The guards saluted, and the globule opened, its mass retreating into the doorframe it was placed in; the changeling bio-architecture’s version of a door. Inside the revealed room sat Queen Chrysalis herself. The fact that Princess Celestia herself served as the Queen’s footrest disturbed, but hardly surprised the zebra. Zecora was expecting one of the changelings to say something first, so her heart jumped as the light, tingling pressure all over her naked body ceased, and she dropped to the floor with a thump, landing painfully on her knees. Then, while Zecora steadied herself and looked up at her nemesis, her escorts saluted and exited the room, the membrane sealing behind them.

“Welcome to my hive, little zebra,” Chrysalis said, then pulled an object in one hand using her magic, and used the other to grasp her own green penis, making Zecora clenched her vagina. Zecora soon recognized the object Chrysalis held as her warrior mask, taken from her when she was beaten into submission back in the forest. Chrysalis lifted and examined it with a smirk. “Is this supposed to be a symbol of strength?” She then looked the zebra in the eye. Even with her mouth forced open, Zecora’s face betrayed anger, but she knew how to pick her words carefully, and wouldn’t give Chrysalis the satisfaction of hearing her try to speak while gagged. Of course, using Equestria’s most powerful alicorn as a hoofrest showed Chrysalis had many ways of satisfying herself with prisoners.

“Yes, so beautiful; the brave resistance fighter; naked, bound and fucked.” Chrysalis said, giving her cock a forceful stroke. “I officially welcome you to my hive.”

Zecora had thought she was mentally prepared to be made a sex slave, perhaps even to this monster, but with her jumping heart, wide eyes and gagged gasp, she proved herself wrong. It also took her a moment to realize that Chrysalis’ had lit her horn again, and something was pulling and twisting the zebra’s exposed clitoris and nipples.

“Ggggghhhhnnnnn!” Zecora finally let out in response to the sudden assault of sexual stimulation. She could feel blood rushing into her breasts and the fur in her thighs wettening. She tugged on her bonds and tried to twist her torso away, but Chrysalis’ magic was stronger than it had ever been, and turning too far only replaced the unwanted pleasure in her breasts with pain as the flesh was tugged in two different directions, and Zecora had to stop.

“Oh, yeeeessss!” Chrysalis let out a moan, her eyes rolling partway back and releasing her member as the lust from Zecora flowed into her. “You hear that, Celly,” Chrysalis said, looking down at her most prized pet and relishing in the pangs of despair and guilt she senses from the alicorn. “You’re getting a feisty new playmate.”

Then, without warning or pausing her telekinetic molestation of Zecora, Chrysalis’s magic took hold of a long, hard, almost alien looking dildo before positioning it in front of Celestia’s exposed vagina and jamming it in. The alicorn let out a beautiful, shocked moan through her own gag as both pleasure and pain from the raw penetration rocked through her.

“That’s the spirit, pet.” Chrysalis said, glaring at the zebra with a wicked smile and gleaming eyes. “You see this? How the powerful and mighty Princess Celestia has become little more than my drooling slave? This is what awaits you. Take her away!”

“Yes, my Queen.” Sounded the voice of a changeling servant. As if appearing from nowhere, it stepped forward, attaching some leash to Zecora’s collar as the cords of slime shifted around her. “Come along zebra, there is much to be done before you are presentable to our queen.” Tugging at the leash, the changeling guided Zecora away from Chrysalis. The last thing she heard from those chambers was the moans and screams of Celestia.





Pulling the zebra along, the changeling said nothing as they guided Zecora from their mistress and down the hall. “Hall” was a rather generous term for what was some semi biological architecture. And while this could make anyone feel uneasy, the further they went, the less architecture and more horror it seemed to become. Made worse with how the walls seemed to shift with new paths opening and closing constantly. How could the changelings navigate such a place?

Slime, webbing, and all manner of semi luminescent materials were caked all over sections of walls and ceiling. Zecora only shuddered at the thought of being held in such conditions. Being dragged along, as she looked around, her eyes and nose were met with the sights and smells of ponies. Males and females of any of the three tribes, held in cocoons, or arranged in semi macabre decoration with their bodies on display. For a moment, Zecora envied the ones fully wrapped. Though suspended in some strange liquid, they appeared at peace.

The ones who were part of the wall were little more than displays. More than once, she spied one she recognized from ponyville. Eventually she found herself focusing on a pegasus stallion, and though Zecora didn’t recognize him, she could tell he was certainly a gift. A firm, long, and hard cock was pointed out, twitching against the warm air of the hive. If not for the new gag fully covering her mouth, she could not only see and smell this masculine looking stallion, but possibly even taste the air that was filling ever so slightly with his own musk.

“How was he staying so hard in such a situation?” Wondered Zecora. Was it something he was seeing in his mind? His eyes were bound, mouth gagged, and body restrained. Did he have something being shoved in his ass? Did he have some enchantment assaulting his mind? Or maybe this was some unknown kink this stallion was having? It was impossible for Zecora to look away, even stopping for a moment to stare. Maybe it was the awareness of the nudity they were forced to endure, but it was hard to say.

“Come along slave.” The changeling holding Zecora’s leash commanded, tugging a little to get the zebra’s attention. Turning to look at her, they smiled a little. “Oh? Are you curious? Is that it?” Walking over to the zebra, they stood beside the stallion. “You’re looking at this?” Firmly grabbing at the cock, the stallion let out a muffled sound, reacting to the touch. “Well, since you’re so curious, I’ll show you.”

Slow at first, the changeling only giggled with amusement as they jerked off this stallion, who winced and moaned webbing. “You like that…pet?” The changeling asked, almost whispering in the stallion’s ear. Their words were like a strong and sweet honey. But like a venom, it was burning into his mind, and affecting his senses. “Do you want to cum?” The stallion nodded, almost to the point it may strain his neck. “Oh? Have you been a good pet?” The stallion nodded harder and faster, panting and moaning. “Okay, I’ll be nice.” Picking up the speed of their hand’s motion, they nearly let out a playful laugh as they was bringing the stallion closer to climax.

Zecora continued to watch on in curious horror. Was this what awaited her? To be merely the pet of a changeling, Chrysalis maybe? Though escape under such conditions was feasible, being little more than a pet in the wall only made her shiver with uncertainty. Swallowing hard, she had to fight off these worries.

“He’s cumming…he’s cumming…” The changeling commented, giggling as they was about to direct the cock towards Zecora. But in a last second change of motion, aiming his shot just shy of the zebra. The stallion arched his head back, the parts of his body not bound in webbing was flailing and twitching as he released himself. The rope of cum firing off from the stallion was thick and long, splattering against the floor of the hive as Zecora only stood there and watched. “There you go, a nice, healthy…and backed up load.” Licking their hand of the love they drained from this stallion, they licked his cheek. “Be a good pet…and maybe I’ll come back.” The stallion only nodded, agreeing to these terms. “Now then, did you like that, zebra?”

Zecora was a little lost in her thoughts. She could see the vast amount of cum this stallion had released. She could smell the potency of his seed. And she could almost taste it. Though her discipline was strong, the sights and smells were slowly bombarding not only her senses, feeding into the growing hopelessness in her mind. Steadying herself, she would not give into such things, she would remain strong willed. But this only seemed to make her attempts to resist be all the more obvious.

“Don’t worry, you’ll feel better once you accept your place.” The changeling said, noticing Zecora’s reactions. Taking a much firmer hold of the leash that ran around the zebra’s neck, they continued on. “Now then, no more distractions. It’s time for you to know your place here in the Hive.”




Arriving in a room at the end of the Hive’s long halls, Zecora’s eyes were met with new sights that only seemed to slowly dampen her spirits. A table, or what could pass for a table was set in the center of this room. All around her, walls and other fixes in the chamber were set to a pale and dirty green light. Those illuminating things, whatever they were, only seemed to fill Zecora with more and more of a sense of worry and disgust. But from what little she could recognize, it appeared to be somewhat similar to a doctor’s office.
“Now then, let’s get you on the table.” The changeling who guided her said, pulling at the leash around Zecora’s neck. The zebra hesitated. “Now, now, don’t even think of putting up a fight. It’ll be a lot easier if you just do as your…TOLD!”
Yanking on the leash harder, Zecora stumbled as she fell onto the table. Sighing, the changeling snapped their fingers. As if a living creature, blackened rope like cords came to life, snaking their way around Zecora’s body, with the slime restraints flowing off her as they did so. Then she was readjusted so she was now laying on her back, arms and legs bound; her eyes were only met with the room becoming brighter in the green light.
“Thank you, I shall take it from here.” Called a voice previously unseen from across the room. Coming into the pale green light, was another changeling. This one looked identical to the other, except for what could pass as a nurse’s hat on their head.
“I shall leave it to you; doctor.” The first changeling said with a bow. With a turn, it made a way towards the door.
The changeling “doctor” looked Zecora over. “Don’t worry, we’re not savages. We want to be sure that you’re healthy and able to handle what we have planned for you, plus we don’t want disease spreading through the herd. So, we’re going to go through an…in depth medical examination.”
Zecora continued to flail and struggle, despite the restraints holding her in place. She grunted and groaned, all but helpless as the cords and tendrils opened her legs, giving this changeling the perfect view of her pussy. “Now, now, not too quickly.” The changeling said, patting their hand on the table as if it were some pet. “First, we need to start at the top, and work our way to the bottom.”
Rummaging through some cabinets, the changeling gathered a number of medical devices on a small table before approaching Zecora. The examination began with her head, shining lights into her eyes and inserting various instruments into her ears, nose and mouth before plucking several mane hairs, earning some irritated grunts from the zebra. They continued down to her chest where they performed a particularly methodical examination of her breast, and gave a chuckle at the zebra’s reaction when they tweaked her nipples. The examination then moved to her arms and abdomen, taking both measurements and samples along the way. All throughout, Zecora could only endure, unwilling to cooperate but unable to do anything more than give a hateful stare.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” The changeling commented while scribbling something on nearby parchment. “You know, if I don’t give a proper examination, there’s no telling what will happen to you when I am to turn you over.” A devious grin crossed their face. “Now we get to the fun part.”
Snapping her fingers, the changeling wordlessly commanded the table to not only further open Zecora’s legs, but even tighten its bonds. Wincing, the zebra’s strength wasn’t nearly enough to even struggle against such powerful tendrils. The changeling doctor grinned as they picked up a new tool from the table. Zecora’s blood ran cold as she recognized it as a speculum. Letting out a contented sigh, the changeling looked at Zecora, or rather, her vulnerable pussy.
“Now then, we shall have to at the very least determine that you are fit for even the most basic roles in the Hive.” The changeling commented, placing a hand on Zecora’s thigh. Their touch was smooth, but cold, as if no warmth passed through their bodies. “So, for your own sake, don’t resist.” Zecora was barely given a moment to even make a sound before she felt the cold, metallic tip of the device prodding against her pussy. She winced as she felt the smooth device easily invaded her most personal place, and did so again as it expanded, stretching her inner passage.
“Alright, so your vagina seems in good condition.” The changeling said, seemingly ignoring Zecora’s discomfort as they intently studied her organ. With another click, the changeling produced a cotton swab and inserted it into her, causing the zebra to let out a muffled sound as she felt it scrape along her walls, before apathetically pulling out both it and the device. The relief she felt when her pussy closed was short lived when the changeling produced a long metal rod. Barely pausing to acknowledge her gagged protests, they stuck the rod deep into her anus, sending the zebra into another squirming fit. After a minute of shifting the rod around, they gave a chirp of satisfaction before removing the instrument and continuing down to her legs.
“Is she finished?” Called a voice from the door. Standing there, was a new changeling, or was it the same one as before? Zecora couldn’t tell. “Our Queen wants to be sure she is all set.”
“Just finishing up now.” The changeling “doctor” commented as they gathered up some hoof clippings. “Here you go, this should be what I was able to ascertain.” Handing over the papers they were writing on, the changeling started cleaning the various instruments. “Though she should stay in quarantine until all the samples can be tested.”
“Yes, yes, of course.” The new changeling commented, almost chuckling as they read through the papers. “Mark them as high priority. Once she’s confirmed clean, we’ll show her to her…friends.”




Zecora stirred as her cocoon rumbled before being split open and dumping her to the floor. Before she could recover from the shock, she felt some sets of hands take hold of her limbs and roughly pull her to her hooves, bringing her face to face with another changeling. “Good news, you’re clean.” they said while affixing the cord to her collar “Now you have some ponies to meet.”

“Fuck you” Zecora sneered. “And your queen too. If you think I wil-hmpm!” She was cut off when a ball gag was suddenly shoved into her mouth by one of the changelings surrounding her. They then applied the strange slime restraints just as quickly, leaving her unable to do more than squirm angrily.

The changeling looked her over and said, “That’s better, now come along or I’ll drag you through the slime.”

The walk that followed was much shorter than to the “doctor”, but was not as silent. The sound of slapping, smacking, moaning, groaning, and almost savage cries of ecstasy echoed out from whatever chamber Zecora was being brought to. Whatever thoughts or worries the zebra had, she soon regretted how small her imagination was.

The chamber they entered was filled with changelings, all fucking ponies who were as naked and bound as she was in various positions and devices. It would be bad enough if this was all there was, but the sadistic cruelty of the changelings knew no bounds. While some seemed to enjoy the idea of looking like friends, lovers, family, anyone who could get the strongest reaction out of some ponies, a great number of them instead took the forms of their victims.

What was most painful to Zecora, was how the changeling guiding her seemed to favor walking around the many ponies she had under her command; ponies she failed to protect. Zecora could feel all her shame, doubts, and fears well up as she passed by them. Seeing the faces of the mares and stallions she had taken into her care, only to have them be taken by the changelings. Having so many chances she could have fled with what she had, and yet she wanted to save so many more. Chrysalis had won, and she had lost, and what she was seeing only drove that fact home.

“Let’s see…ah! There’s a spot.” The changeling commented, gesturing over to an empty spot among the numerous changelings and ponies. Dragging the zebra along, they guided her close enough to recognize them. They were Fluttershy and Coco Crusoe, some of her most devoted followers, now being fucked by themselves; or rather the changeling disguised as them. “This should do. Now then, let’s get you set up.”

No sooner had the changeling finished her comment, Zecora saw slimy tendrils descend from the ceiling and merge with the slime covering her. As if it was a living being it lifted her off the ground and shifted her into a different position. Her arms were tied back while her thighs were spread and her body tilted forward to be parallel with the floor. Struggling a little bit, she had little more control than with the medical table, only succeeding rocking back and forth.

“Hmmm, needs something extra” the changeling said as they reached over to a nearby table, grabbing what looked to be a butt plug, and a couple small chains. Nodding in satisfaction, the changeling took each item and presented them to Zecora, much to her shock. Laughing, the changeling lubed up the butt plug before shoving it into the zebra’s ass. The mare yelped out at the feeling, but this didn’t even slow down the changeling as they then dangled the chains, revealing they had small weights and clamps on their ends. Leaning forward, the changeling clamped the chained weights on her nipples, making the zebra wince. They tugged on her breasts as they were left to dangle, teasing her sensitive parts.

“Now then, that’s a better view.” The changeling commented with a chuckle, its voice slowly starting to sound familiar. “And now let us enjoy you being fucked…by you.”

Turning her head, Zecora could see the figure standing behind her was now herself. This filthy changeling had taken her form, and was glaring at her with a wicked and sinister expression. But aside from the evil eyes glaring at her hungrily, lower on the body, there was a large and intimidating cock. It twitched, leaking out some almost glowing, faint green precum. Slowly, “Zecora” stroked her cock, winking at the real zebra before raising one hand, bringing it down hard on the real Zecora’s ass with a smack and earning a muffled shrike from her.
“Oh, don’t worry.” The faux zebra cackled. “You’ll learn to love this eventually, and us too. But until then your lust will suffice.

Angling her cockhead against the real Zecora’s pussy, they barely gave the zebra any time to prepare as they rammed their cock in, nearly bottoming out with the first thrust. Zecora let loose a series of muffled screams as she felt her most precious place being violated by the changeling’s cock. Holding for another moment, the fake Zecora pulled out only a little, before thrusting back in harder and harder. In and out, they showed no mercy to the zebra. “Oh, yeah…this pussy feels amazing!” Fake Zecora commented, groping both sides of the zebra’s flank as they fucked like a lust drunk animal.

Panting and moaning, Zecora could only barely watch as her comrades suffered alongside her. She saw Fluttershy spread out against the wall, moaning into her doppelganger’s mouth as it played with her breasts. Next to her was Coco, bent over a rack and being taken by a (mostly) gender bent version of himself, who dragged their tits up and down his back as it grinded against him. Looking on, Zecora felt an urge to apologize to the ponies, to beg forgiveness for leading them to their doom but could only mentally curse the ball gag preventing that.
She was jolted out of her grief when the changeling’s cock brushed against a particularly sensitive spot. The fake zebra paused for a second before resuming its thrusting, only now angled towards the area. Each prod sent a pulse of pleasure up her spine and through her body, making it hard to focus on anything else.

“There it is.” The changeling’s voice cut through the mental haze. “I can taste your lust, and it’s delicious.” The changeling in her guise kept thrusting, doing small and steady humping motions while Zecora huffed and moaned. “I can also taste your despair, your disgust, and your defiance. You can’t hide anything from us, little zebra, like you couldn’t hide in that forest. And in time we’ll weed out that resistance and mold you into the perfect pet, fit for our queen.”

Zecora gagged on her bindings, struggling, but all this did was force her body on the changelings cock. The changeling in her stolen form only laughed as she was getting to her climax. The fake zebra leaned forward, taking a hand from her ass and instead groping her tit and teasing her nipple as she felt she was about to cum. Arching her head back, she let out a low moan of pleasure as her pussy both spasmed and clenched around the cock.

“No going back. You’re part of the Hive now.” Fake Zecora laughed, smacking Zecora’s ass again in a playful fashion. “But we’re only getting started. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.”





Zecora slowly stirred to wakefulness as her body sagged against the slime that kept her fastened to the wall, the muzzle and blindfold keeping her from seeing or communicating with whoever else was around her. She long since lost track of how long it had been since she was brought to the hive. Days? Weeks? Surely no more than a month! The only way she could measure the passage of time is when the changelings would come to feed her some bland but nutrient-rich slurry. Though she was loath to admit it, her position was rather comfortable, the goo that held her firmly was still rather soft and kept her clean of grime and waist. Plus, given what usually happens when they come to collect her, she preferred the wall.

If she was lucky, they would bring her to a gymnasium to exercise. While there her overseers would have her go through as many stretches as her bonds would allow before dragging her along a track at a brisk pace. She would then be strapped to a series of bio-mechanical rigs that functioned like gym equipment, working different areas of her body.

Zecora swiftly found herself looking forward to these trips as they let her keep herself in shape. More than that, there would always be a handful of other captive ponies that would work out alongside her. And so long as they were cooperative, they would be allowed some time to converse between activities, though with their handlers listing in. She would also look forward to returning to her wall, where the slime would clean her of sweat and massage her muscles.

Unfortunately, more often than not they instead collected her for “harvesting”, returning her to those chambers to be bound alongside other captives and fucked relentlessly. The changelings explored her body thoroughly, learning all of her sensitive areas of her body to use against her and draw out lust. They would tease out orgasm after orgasm, driving her mind far past its limits of sensation. Or keep her just on the edge of climax, until she was a wreck begging for release, usually in front of members of her failed resistance.

Sometimes they would even have various captives fuck each other instead. Zecora recalled when she was strapped to a table spread eagle and they placed another mare on top of her to eat each other’s pussy. Or when she was bent over and was made to take the sizable cock of a large red stallion up the ass.

What distressed Zecora the most is how much she was starting to enjoy these sessions. The constant assault of pleasure and pain slowly eroding the, though the occasional haziness in her perceptions made her suspect the slop she was fed was laced with something as well. Worse still she learned that any attempts to fight or escape would result in punishment falling on the former members of her resistance. It was a lesson she learned well when she managed to headbutt one of her handlers, only to soon be forced to watch as randomly chosen resistance members were whipped and beaten with paddles, canes and switches.

Zecora was soon distracted from her thoughts by the sound of approaching hoofsteps, and perked up as a changeling spoke “Ah, there you are.” The blindfold and muzzle soon withdrew back into the wall, allowing to see who spoke after her eyes adjusted to the dim light. In front of her was a changeling wearing a collar denoting high status within the hive, accompanied by a well-kept earth pony mare holding a container, presumably a personal servant. Interestingly, the mare had a reserved but confident demeanor, rather than the meek submissiveness of most slaves, and even wore some bits of golden jewelry on her otherwise nude body.

“So, it is true.” The changeling said as it appraised her. “I can barely taste any resistance; you really have accepted your new role.” Zecora winced at its words, but could not deny their truth, she had resigned herself to her fate.

“Now your obedience training can truly begin. Spoiled, if you would.” The changeling said as they turned to their servant. The mare in question opened the container and revealed a sinister looking device. It was a bluish green color and alien in design, like a cross between a dildo and an octopus, but crafted by someone who had never seen such things. It possessed a bulbous and bumpy tip and set of wriggling and writhing tendrils.

“Here we go.” The changeling said, grabbing the device. Showing it off to Zecora, they only seemed to enjoy the fear on her face. “This is a special model of training tool, reserved only for our special “guests”. Now then, let’s get you in the proper position.”

As the changeling snapped their fingers Zecora’s restraints and the very architecture slipped and shifted, moving her to a small chitin like table that grew out of the floor. She would have resisted, flailed and moved in some act of defiance, but it was all in vain. The days of rape she had endured had equally drained her will and strength. The changeling only smiled as they watched the zebra’s attempts to do anything. And while most handlers would love to mock and banter with their captive, this one seemed to possess a more professional demeanor.

Zecora continued to feebly resist, and only stopped as she felt the wiggling, almost vibrating sensation of the bumpy cockhead against her well used pussy. She winced in frustration and pain as the changeling wasted no time, shoving it in her wet hole. As if fueled by such a wet warmth, this device sprang to life. The tip shifted and moved, rotating and vibrating as the inner folds were being teased.

As well as this, the tendrils started probing and prodding their way in Zecora’s ass and rubbing her clit. She winced in the new feeling. It was warm, the vibrating only continued to push itself deeper and deeper in her body. It was like a burrowing animal, a worm that was trying to stimulate and send jolts of tingling sensations through her. Zecora only trembled as it was rubbing along each inch of her inner folds. She could feel her real holes being stretched as the device was slowly shaping to better fit in the zebra’s pussy and ass.

“Hmm, I’ve never seen it taken so quickly before.” The changeling said, watching with a wicked smile as the dildo buried itself in Zecora’s pussy. By the time it was fully embedded in the moist pink hole, the bottom of this device opened, revealing a blinking eye. “There we go.” Looking over the mare, they smiled and then turned to the other mare. “You are dismissed for the rest of the day, Spoiled, be ready in my quarters for tomorrow.

The mare bowed before walking away, while the changeling looked as she departed. “That mare has very little love in her, but her willingness to suck up to her superiors and sell out her own kind makes her a useful servant.” Zecora frowned, remembering how some ponies were a little too comfortable or eager in their servitude. Turning back to Zecora they continued. “All we need now is to properly train you for our Queen.”





Zecora was humiliated, her will broken, body defiled and her insides teeming with the dildo that was rubbing and wiggling along her pussy and ass. But this wasn’t the end for her and her treatment. The changelings had something crueler and more devious in mind. The slime-like webbing had been reworked over her body, focusing on her mouth, wrists, hands, thighs, knees, and shins. Bound in a much more encumbering restraint, Zecora was forced to crawl on her hands and knees. The changeling walked by her side, holding a much firmer and shorter leash.

“Let’s start with a focus exercise, now keep up.” The changeling said as they led Zecora through the ever twisting halls. Passing changelings and ponies would occasionally pause to watch before moving on. Some ponies though would linger a little bit longer, Staring at her with sad eyes

“How does it feel?” The changeling asked as they walked Zecora, who only grumbled in response. The dildo within her pussy and ass only continued to act as if on its own accord. The shaft was rubbing in and out of her insides, teasing and playing with her inner folds as it stretched and stimulated them. The tendrils meanwhile poked in and out of her ass and massaged her clit with every step she took.

Zecora stopped suddenly at a particularly firm thrust, only to be met with a sharp smack on her rear. Looking back, she saw the tentacles rub her bruised rump. “Tsk, tsk” the changeling chided. “You can’t be so distracted when serving our queen.”

The changeling would continue to lead Zecora through the hive, occasionally stopping to have her perform tricks as if she was a dog. Any amount of hesitation on her part, be it from residual pride or the constant assault of pleasure would earn her another slap from the tentacle. “Being treated like a person is a privilege.” The changeling explained. “You have to show me you can be a loyal and dedicated subject.”

As time passed the changeling would continue to train Zecora in the arts of service and pleasure. She would be made to repeatedly attend to their dick or pussy with her mouth or hands, each time the changeling grading her performance and giving instructions on how to improve. They would also work on her endurance, strapping her into quasi-living fucking machines for hours on end and punished if she came without permission. She would even be trained in the tasks and etiquette expected of concubines, like how to walk and speak properly, how to give massages and how to prepare the queen’s favorite tea.

A spark of hope briefly flared up in Zecora during these lessons, thinking of ways to take advantage of the fact that she would be in such intimate proximity with the queen. But as soon as any thought would cross her mind the changeling would sense it and punish her harshly. It was indeed true that she could not hide anything from them. Conversely, diligence in her training and obedience would earn her praise, and would even give such rewards such as real food or a hot bath.

Worse still was the mare was named Spoiled Rich, who would oversee her training when her master had to attend other matters. The mare took particular delight in punishing any infractions or slip-ups, swatting at her with a riding crop or, in more severe punishments, fucking her with a strapon. Zecora didn’t think it was possible to hate a pony as much as she could changelings, but she did for this mare; for a time. Unfortunately other attendant changelings would inform Spoiled of her hatred as soon as it flared, and would use it as an excuse to punish her further.

This continued for what seemed like weeks, months even, until one day Zecora found herself kneeling before the changeling free of any restraints. Such bindings were unnecessary as all thoughts of resistance were ground out of her, replaced by obedience and a desire to serve. “You have come a long way.” The changeling said as they looked over her with satisfaction. The changeling then motioned over to Spoiled Rich who approached with a leash and collar. “Now it is time to present you to your queen.”





Being led down the hall on a leash, Zecora’s mind could only reflect back on what happened. How she had failed Fluttershy, Coco and the others. But worse of all, she failed Equestria. Her home, the land she’s called home, as well as the land she came from. Now that Chrysalis had taken Equestria, replacing all who matter with her own Hive, what was to stop her from spreading to the other lands. But in the back of her mind, a dark question was forming; did it matter anymore? 

“Don’t give up on me now.” The changeling said, noticing Zecora getting slower in her movements. “We’re nearly there.”

As she was forced to continue walking , Zecora’s resistance was all but broken. There was little anger left, though it was hard to say what she was really angry at. Was it the changelings who have captured and tormented her and her friends? Or was it herself for failing her friends and being nothing more than some pet to these bugs?

“We’re nearly there, are you excited?” The changeling asked, looking at Zecora; The mare remained as quiet as she could. “Of course you’re excited, what am I saying?” The changeling only smiled as it led Zecora onwards. 

Eventually, the changeling guided Zecora back to Queen Chrysalis’ chambers. The inside was the same but the once Princess Celestia was now facing away from the Queen, her ass lifted and being fucked without mercy by Chrysalis. The alicorn winced and moaned in humiliating pleasure, as her mistress savored the feeling of her round ass bouncing off her dick. 

“Ahh, yes, take it your royal whore.” Chrysalis moaned as she smacked Celestia’s ass. “Take your Queen’s eggs and be my broodmare!” 

The changeling bringing Zecora remained there, silently watching as it ensured their Queen’s new pet was watching what fate would await her. Though she couldn’t see it clearly from the entryway, the way Celestia’s face was moaning and twisted in a sick and debased pleasure only told Zecora that once this would begin, there would be no going back. Trembling, her mind and body were ready to resign herself to her fate. What could she honestly do? There was no escape now. She had been defiled, raped, broken, and now she was to become the fucktoy, the pet of the Changeling Queen. 

“My Queen…” The changeling finally spoke up, clearly showing a little hesitance in their announcement. “I have the zebra rebel, all prepared as you have-”

“Can’t you see, I’m busy here!” Chrysalis snapped, not looking up from Celestia. “I’m trying to enjoy my pet.” 

“I-I-I…I understand.” The changeling responded, clearing their throat as they tried to report to their Queen. “We shall wait until you are finished.” 

“Good, I’ll be finished with this royal pet in just a mo-” Chrysalis responded, only to stop, realizing what the changeling had said. “We?” Looking up, she saw Zecora. “She’s finished already? Don’t just stand there, bring her over here!” 

“Y-yes, my Queen.” The changeling nervously nodded, tugging at Zecora’s leash. “Come along, it’s time to serve your Queen.”  

“Welcome back, Zecora, was it?” Chrysalis asked with a mocking smirk, pushing Celestia off her cock. “It doesn’t matter now. We should get you in your new place.” Gesturing with a finger, she called the zebra over to her. 

The changeling tugged on the zebra’s leash as it led her to the Changeling Queen. As they came closer, Zecora tried to look away, but Chrysalis’ cock took up so much space in her sights. The Queen only savored the feeling of the zebra being brought to her, head down in a gesture of submission. Her dick twitched as she leaked out the fluids that could only be changeling cum. But there was something a little different about it. It looked thicker, more potent; perhaps something that separates her from the rest of the Hive. 

“Take a good, long look.” Chrysalis commented, slowly stroking her cock. “I was busy fucking Celestia with it, and after pumping my eggs in her, its all so messy.” Smirking, she was enjoying the view of Zecora in such a state. “Let’s get you more presentable.” 

Snapping her fingers, Chrysalis seemingly ordered the changeling besides Zecora to start to apply a new set of restraints. While before, the zebra would put up a fight, a struggle, something to resist these changelings. But after everything she had gone through, been put through, and forced upon, Zecora did nothing.  

Rather than the slime-like webbings, her legs held a blackish-green leather legging, as well as black belt-like straps that bound her body. Arms tied back, legs forced to be spaced apart but not allowed close together, and her tits were set to be out and perky. Chrysalis was pleased with this and gestured with her finger, calling Zecora over to her. She hesitated, but the weeks of training forced her to lurch forward. 

“There we go. Doesn’t it feel good to submit?” Chrysalis asked with a mocking laugh. Rubbing her dick a little more, she pointed it at Zecora. “Now, do your duty, and clean me off. I want to be nice and wet for your womb.” 

Zecora crawled on her knees towards the Changeling Queen. Chrysalis watched with an eager, gleaming eyes as the mare eventually reached her cock. The zebra stuttered, hesitated as the strong smell and mere presence of this dick was overwhelming her senses. Opening her mouth, she took in Chrysalis’ cockhead. Wasting no time, her new mistress reached around Zecora’s head.

“Oh no, no, we’re going to waste our time with some loving foreplay.” Chrysalis commented, smirking as she fully put both hands on the back of Zecora’s head. “Take it!” Pulling the zebra’s head, she bottomed out her length as she deepthroat her cock in the warm, wet mouth. “There we go, much better.” 

Lifting and dropping Zecora’s head over her cock, Chrysalis facefucked the zebra’s mouth. The Changeling Queen motioned the zebra’s head up and down, barely giving her a moment to settle or breathe. Zecora’s mouth and throat were forced to feel the thick, throbbing length along her tongue. The taste seemed to only bring out a strange and yet slowly addicting flavor. The precum was leaking into her throat, it was starting to taste more…sweet…tangy…there was something about it that she couldn’t explain.

“There we go, you’re settling well enough.” Chrysalis commented, huffing a little as she was continuing to keep Zecora’s head in motion as she moaned a little. “I can’t wait to fill you with my eggs.” Looking over to Celestia, her lips curled into a wicked smile. “Celestia, make yourself useful and keep my new pet entertained.” 

Celestia, though blinded by her own restraints, she did as she was told. Crawling over to Zecora, the alicorn reached around, groping and rubbing along the round, soft flank and kissed along her wet pussy lips. Zecora only groaned a muffled sound as her throat was still being fucked by Chrysalis.

“Come on Celestia. Stop playing.” Chrysalis ordered, staring sternly at the alicorn. Though she couldn’t see it, Celestia felt the intimidating presence of her Queen. “I told you to keep her entertained, and I don’t think this is very entertaining.”  She did as she was told, leaning over Zecora’s pussy, she wasted no more time as she started to dig into her folds with her tongue. 
Zecora’s body shivered as she felt the tongue sliding in and out of her now closed and tight pussy. Celestia’s tongue was reaching deep inside her as she was still taking in Chrysalis’ cock. Getting a wicked idea, Chrysalis grabbed a nearby dildo in her magic, the same one she used on Celestia when the zebra was first brought before her. The zebra had barely a thought’s amount of time before her ass was rammed full of the dildo. 

“Fuck…your throat just got tighter. Did you just cum?” Chrysalis asked, noticing Zecora’s body trembling as a pool of her sweet nectar was now collecting between her legs. “Such a slutty little rebel. Looks like you’re nothing more than my new broodmare, a pet to bear my eggs and contribute to the Hive.” Her eyes almost glowed with her amusement. “You’re mine now, all mine!”