“Heh, you ready for this, babe?”

“You don’t want to know how long I’ve been ready! I am going to rock your world!” Greta cooed to her griffon lover before passionately sticking her lips onto his own in a strong, lasting kiss. Both of them were dying to reach this moment. After weeks of dating and various saucy love letters exchanged, they were ready to take the next step in their relationship and finally reach 4th base for the first time.

“I-I’m so nervous!” The male griffon spoke, his voice thick with quivering apprehension. “I’ve never done anything like this before!”

“Don’t be, silly!” Greta said with a seductive wink. “Just lay back in that bed and let me do all of the work…”

The griffon nodded dumbly as his head hit the pillow. Greta waited until her lover’s eyes were focused straight at her before grasping the hem of her sweater and pulling upwards, extra slowly just to tease him crazy. His mouth was gaping and drooling when it finally came off, Greta discarding it without a care to the side. But she wasn’t done there… Seductively reaching behind her back, she unclipped her bra, playfully shaking her chest from side to side with a light giggle as it wiggled off her chest. Her lover was speechless as her two perfectly formed globes of flesh bounced into his sight for the first time.

“Do you like them, babe?” Greta asked impishly, groping and mashing her tits with her two hands. “They’re all yours from now on…”

“Yea-yeah……” He said. The stories were true. Boobs were magical!

“Good… Now get those pants off or I’ll rip them off!” Greta said, with a hint of playful growling. The griffon moved to her command as if his life depended on it, all the while not tearing his eyes from the amazing sight of his griffon friend playing with her own bare tits.

In fact, he paid so close attention to them, he didn’t even notice as a shiny golden ring casually levitated in through the window from outside on the Griffonstone streets below. Odd, seeing as thought gold was any griffon’s favorite color but it was almost pitch black night outside and inside his room after all… He continued to not notice as the ring drew close enough to his lover, painfully close… The magic released its grip on the ring as the ring itself took over, shooting itself around Greta’s forehead, and clamping down tightly before disappearing into the female griffon’s head in a black puff of smoke. Greta wasn’t even able to gasp in surprise as the magic did its work in an instant, seeking out any delicious trace of intelligent activity in her brain, altering them all to fit its designated goal.

The griffon had to tear his gaze from Greta for a moment as he worked off his underwear and pants in a single motion, flinging them off the bed where they landed with a flop. A painfully hard and sizable griffon cock was there waiting for a taste of the women. The griffon grabbed the base of his shaft, wagging it playfully as Greta seemed to shake herself out of a trace that had distracted her. She paused her playing, looking down at the cock, then up to her lover’s face, then back down to the cock again…

“It’s…. it’s so….. small!!!!” Greta exclaimed.

“What?!?!?” The male griffon exclaimed, hands now shooting to cover up his impressive length. His face descending into a dark mortified red.

“HA! Did you honestly believe you could actually fuck with that thing?! I wish you told me that sooner before I wasted all this time dating you!” Greta sneered, her lover’s face contorting in a mixture of confusion, shame, humiliation, and embarrassment. He thought she liked him! The very fact the Greta he knew actually had the ability to be this cruel was unbelievable enough!

“That’s it! I’m going to Equestria to find a real lover!!” Greta went on without a hint of remorse as she hopped off the bed. “Now a stallion… those guys know how to fuck a girl… With actual dicks you don’t need a microscope to see! A million times better than limp-dick griffon losers like you!”

“Just go!! Get the hell out of here!!” He yelled angrily, but Greta was already gone, having hopped out of the window, oddly enough leaving her top behind as well with her now ex-griffon friend.

Greta landed on the streets of Griffonstone, stumbling a bit as she tried to walk towards the town’s exit… a place she felt oddly compelled to go to at this very moment. Step after step she walked past broken structures the others of this town referred to as homes. At first the sight seemed normal enough to Greta, but on second thought it was pathetic they lowered themselves to living in these dumpsters. She would rather live in some stallion’s cage than this! Actually a cage sounded real nice right about now. The appealing sense of being surrounded by metal bars on all side, locking her inside until she was called upon for her body. Now that was a home worthy of a girl like her.

But Greta stumbled again! She was so clumsy all of a sudden! Like she wasn’t smart enough to walk on her own two feet… But she had to get to where she was going. Equestria! Home of the magnificent stallions!

Greta tripped over her own foot, this time falling to the ground, not even remembering to use her wings to save her from the fall. The topless griffon simply shrugged it off, but finding it actually easier now to actually crawl on all fours! No worries of tripping or falling then! She just wanted to get the hell out of this lame town!

'Much easier!! I should do this from now on…' Greta thought, licking her lips as she continued to onwards. And she wasn’t alone… All around her there were female griffons jumping out of their bird house like homes with crazed lust in their eyes. Each of them repeating the small stumbling routine before figuring it was best to crawl in the same direction she was headed. Out of town… to Equestria! Land of actual lovers who could bring women like them to a numbing orgasm! Greta was glad she saw the women of her town were smart enough to all figure out griffon cocks were useless. Even Gilda was here! Happily crawling and panting like an obedient mutt. Why… every girl in town must’ve come to the same conclusion at the same time! What were the odds!? They may have been dumb, but there were nowhere near as dumb as male griffons!

At the archway that symbolized Griffonstone’s entrance, there was a single stallion waiting for them, leaning up against the archway while flipping a golden bit in his hand. The girls doubled their pace, quickly crawling up to the pony in hopes of pleasing him, falling back to a kneeling position with their hands in the air, held like paws.

The stallion said nothing, only running his hand through Greta’s hair, lovingly petting the faithful griffon turned slut. The very contact alone send her mind on fire! His fingers running over and caressing her delicate form like a buyer inspecting his goods. Greta felt like she could cum right here and now from that sensation alone! She wished she had as the other dozens of griffons looked on with intent jealousy. They had to know how amazing stallions could be as lovers to them!

The stallion paused, drawing his hand away from the disappointed griffon, only to point it at a row of carts that had been lined up on the hill below. Tailgates down and ready to be pulled. The female griffons didn’t need to be told twice. Each of them trotting to one and eagerly jumping up and into the carts. Before no time, half of Griffonstone’s population had been packed into them and had begun its steady descent down the hill. As the cart made its way down the rocky cliffs, the women were giddy with excitement, hoping they were all headed towards the train station to be hauled towards a better pleasurable life.

As the carts were busy moving through the dark mountainous night, a few hot stud stallion attendants, one in each cart, went around the pack. One approached Gilda who quick turned her full eager attention to as the stallion straddled her legs and looked down on her from above.

The pony roughly grabbed at the neckline of her favorite shirt, before pulling out a pair of sharp bladed scissors from his back pocket. With them, he made short work of the thin fabric, cutting several precise vertical incisions through it. He pulled the ruined scraps of the shirts from the giggling Gilda’s arms, throwing them off the side of the cart as her sizable concealed breasts bounced into view of the other girls, each one giggling in naughty glee knowing they were next as the man tugged at the black bra on Gilda’s chest. The flimsy fabric giving way and tearing in twain, two perfectly formed busty orbs bounced out as the stallion’s prize. The pony went on to repeat the same process with her pants and panties, even her socks and shoes weren’t spared from his hands and were flung carelessly off the cart leaving her without a shred of cover to conceal a single inch of her bare body. But he wasn’t done yet, the stallion made two final cuts on the now completely naked Gilda, extending both her of wings to their full length before gently clipping her primary feathers, effectively grounding the griffon from flying for a long while. Gilda released a pleasurable shudder as her feathers were cut, laying back into the cart to casually fingering her completely soaked cunt with the others as they watched the handsome colt repeat the same process with the others.

“Heh, I love these new things they’ve got us using!” One slaver called out to the other in the previous cart behind them. “It’s like a dream come true!”

“Yeah! No more small fry camp raids for us! We would have had to mobilize an army to take these cunts before! Now we can go in and out of a entire town in a few minutes flat with no fuss! Don’t even have to deal with the men!”

“Just goes to show what can happen when you have an actual leader in charge! Not like that dumb bitch, Celestia! She would have had us still living with these dimwitted horny babes as equals! Can you believe it? Only a mare would be stupid enough to think something with tits like these aren’t supposed to be getting fucked for every waking moment of their lives!” The griffons cooed and moaned as the stallions conversed with each other, casually insulting their species and gender like it was obvious fact. They were right after all! Griffons like them were pathetic weaklings compared to ponies. The least they could do was give them their lives in service to these magnificent creatures with mouthwatering cocks!

The convoy of newly turned sex slaves had been fully stripped and clipped shortly before arriving at the train station at the bottom of the mountain. A train, of course, had been waiting for them to arrive right on schedule. When ordered to crawl into it in a nice single file line, the griffons were hardly surprised to see their amazing wonderful saviors had already packed the train full from previous ventures! Griffons from other settlements, a handful of captured pony mares, even a few stripped striped zebra mares from Zebrica, undoubtedly taken in the same manner. Some kind hearted slavers already taking the liberty to ruthlessly fuck their spoil’s pussies which were given without a fight! No one was being held in constraints at all! The griffons were quick to cheer and jump into the orgy, even if they were last in line for a cock, they made sure to use any part of their body available to pleasure those around them.

The train sealed its doors, cutting off the sound of lewd moaning and repeated skin on skin contact as it made its way off just as the sun started to rise. For the many male griffons left behind, who were not so abruptly and rudely insulted by their female counterparts before being dumped, and cared to investigate, only found a long trail of shredded worthless clothing and underwear along with sliced griffon feathers trailed down the mountain path to the empty train station. Leaving an entire town confused at what just happened without a single XX chromosome to console them.

“Jet Set! We’ve got a big problem!”

“What is it now, Neon?” Jet Set asked the panicking stallion who was sweating like he was in a sauna with recently fixed hot water plumbing. Always another damn crisis to deal with here. Never enough time to just lay back and relax as your mare worked her hips away in your lap.

“Something’s happening! Mares are being forced asleep before being teleported away! And for some reason the changelings can’t teleport them back! Its Chrysalis’s magic! She’s bringing them to that place!! Celestia, Luna, even Princess Twilight are missing!”

“Ugggg, what the hell is that changeling up to over there?!” Jet Set groaned, face palming hard. “And to think I was about to get some cardio in… Fine! If they are somehow forcing that stubborn mule into teleporting our mares over there, we should do something to protect our women here…”

“But what can we do to stop a teleportation spell?” Royal Pin asked. “You can’t stop someone with Chrysalis’s level of magic from getting what it wants! And certainly not for every single collared mare here!”

“Well…. we can at least start by ordering the changelings to gender swap the stallion-turned-mares back into stallions before they are kidnapped…. again. Never was too keen on Chrysalis doing that to us guys anyway. And I’m guessing the stallions over at Appleloosa won’t be able to… or want to do much stuff with a kidnapped stallion. Assuming they don’t swing that way, they’ll be safer back to normal.”

“Yeah… I guess that could work. For the stallions at least. We could try it!” Neon Lights said, nodding thoughtfully. “But I don’t think Chrysalis would like it…”

“Well she isn’t here now, is she?” Jet Set returned. “And besides, the girl has been having trouble grasping her place as a fuck slave for a while… One who, you know, obeys everything a man says? I would say a bit more of this could be good for her…”

“Ummmm, hey guys…” Spike said slowly, walking back up to Chrysalis’s cell, where apparently the two stallion wizards were back on their feet….well technically. Saying that much would have been a bit of a leap. “I thought you guys were going to be, uh, more out of it for a while, considering what just happened and all,” He said, walking through the convenient hole in the bars Twilight had blasted. Sometimes he forgot how dangerous of a pony she could be past her nice friendly demeanor.

“A-a-a-are you’s k-k-idding? Ha. Didn’t know you d-dragons had a sen-se of hue more…”

“You have a bone sticking out of your arm…” Spike said plainly. “And you! Your back looks disfigured!”

“Tis nothing but a flesh wound!” The stallion replied, casting a quick glance to his injury. “Pretty sure it looked like that before…”

“Right….”

“Y-You d-don’t honestly….think, that a-a mare could hurt us, d-do you?” The other shuddered. “H-her attacks were m-more funny t-than painful. P-Pitiful really…”

'Wow… the power of sexism really keeps them going. Amazing.' Spike thought. “Ok no! You guys are taking a longer break than this! That’s an order! Go and sleep it off. Find a nurse or whatever. Wait for me to come get you before you start teleporting more mares over here…”

“If you say so boss!” The wizard replied, surprisingly eager, both of the ponies hobbling away on one foot without a word of argument to the dragon. Spike also waving his hand to dismiss the guards stationed around the cell. He figured they could use a break as well, but most of all he wanted some privacy. As they left though, Spike did overhear one of the injured stallions saying, “Thank Blueblood we get a rest! I can literally taste my own agony!!”

Spike made sure they shut the prison door behind them before turning to Chrysalis. The changeling had remained motionless in the same place as when he left. Not looking up to meet his gaze or even acknowledge his existence. He had at least expected her to be pleased with the short reprieve he had granted her.

Carefully reaching behind her slumped head, Spike undid the fastenings that held the plastic ball gag in her mouth. With it gone, the women still remained silent.

“Ummm, Chrysalis, can we talk?” Spike asked nervously, not exactly sure what he was expecting as a response. But still, the changeling remained silent, not breathing a single word. It still beat her cursing like a sailor at him, but he needed information! “If you do, I’m sure I would be less inclined to get the wizards back down here again…” Now that seemed to get the changeling’s attention who perked her head up slightly, although reluctantly.

“……If talking with you, dragon, will prevent any more of my mares from being dragged into this… tortuous existence, then I will talk with you until the end of time…” Chrysalis mumbled.

‘Ok, that’s a start a least’ Spike thought to himself. “I’ll be completely honest here, Chrysalis, I might need your help with something… something only you can do.”

“…You must be desperate to come to me for help,” Chrysalis said. “And you must know there isn’t the slightest chance of me helping a monster like you unless it serves a common interest of us both….wait-WHAT did you do with her!” She exclaimed, after putting the pieces of the puzzle together, glaring back up to the dragon.

“Uhhhh heh heh,” Spike chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. He leaned out of the cell gesturing something over with his hand. In crawled a panting Twilight, who not only insisted on crawling everywhere on all fours, but actually seemed to lack the motor skills to reliably walk on her own two feet anymore. Not that it bothered her in the slightest. Moving on all fours was better than moving on two! That’s just simple math.

“Wha-What have you done?!?” Chrysalis exclaimed in horror, watching as the lifeless eyes of the alicorn crawled up to her and attempted to kiss her face repeatedly in a series of pecks. Hoping in some way her master would find the sight pleasing.

“L-look, we’ve all bound to make mistakes…” Spike said. The statement couldn’t help but confuse the alicorn, although admittedly the bar was not set to high on that. But, how could a man possibility make a mistake? They were infallible!

“You literally had her for ten minutes!” Chrysalis growled, but growling even stronger at the alicorn, causing the mare to yelp and jump behind Spikes legs where she quivered like a coward. “There is no love in this mare’s affection! There’s no heart, soul, or belief behind her actions! I can feel it! It’s all forced! Just a hollow shell of a thing pretending to be a pony! It’s sickening!”

“I know… I screwed up really really bad with this spell,” Spike sighed as Twilight whimpered at his feet. “But can you fix her? The old Twilight said you care for mares and their wellbeing, even if it’s in your own changeling way,” He said, pushing the whimpering Twilight forward with his foot to meet Chrysalis’s piecing gaze. The changeling took a good hard look in the alicorn’s unfocused eyes. It was not hard for her to spot the source of the problem.

“This isn’t your average spell’s work… its dark magic,” Chrysalis said slowly, scowling.

“Wait, dark magic?! S-seriously?” Spike exclaimed. Blueblood wanted this put into the heads of every women in the world?! “B-but it can’t be that bad besides this, right? You don’t seem all that worried…”

“I’ve long grown accustomed to the ruthlessness and stupidity of your kind to the point it’s hardly surprising... For me, it was a tossup between you stallions doing this or sacrificing them to some false higher power…” Chrysalis sighed, Spike had to give her that one at least. “The spell is rudimentary, but well designed. It targets and disables specific sections of the brain the wielder deems unnecessary. Shutting down anything from critical thinking abilities to cognitive functions.”

“Heehee, cocknitive fucktions! I want some!” Twilight panted, pawing at the crotch area of Spike’s leggings.

“Twilight, go to sleep!” Spike ordered with a roll of his eyes.

“Ok!” Twilight happily chirped, before instantly falling over and collapsing on the floor. She wasn’t just pretending to be asleep… she actually thrust herself into unconsciousness through Spike’s mere order alone!

“Ugggg! Disgusting!” Chrysalis spat. “As I was saying… it can also rewrite long-term memories stored in the brain. Making them believe that there in nothing unusual for their actions that they have always done. Undoubtedly, in your case, a warped timeline where male superiority has been the unquestioned rule for all of time, rather than just a few months. But worst of all, the true mare the pony once was is trapped inside, seeing everything. Forced to watch as she is made to do and think against everything she believes. Powerless to stop or alter her actions in the slightest as her body used and discarded by careless brutes. Hating every second of it! It doesn’t get any more forced than this spell…”

“But you can just remove it, and make everything right as rain, right?” Spike asked hopefully. It felt terribly odd and pathetic begging to his mortal enemy who he had just insulted to her face not too long ago. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

“I can…” Chrysalis began, to which Spike wanted to cheer. “But only for a short period of time after the spell have been placed on the target. The spell eventually works away at their mental defenses, until the mare inside no longer has the strength to resist. Then the spell truly takes over… Rather than simply disabling parts of the brain, the brain cells are completely destroyed. All the magic in the world won’t restore the mare back to the pony she once was…”

“WHAT?!?!” Spike screamed.

“Well what did you expect, dragon?!” Chrysalis sneered. “It’s called dark magic for a reason! You won’t be able to use any of it without some dreadful side effect! The existence of spell should have been buried long ago where no dimwitted stallion would be so inclined to use it!”

“Can you fix Twilight then, please?!” Spike begged again with a dying sense of urgency now. “Before it’s too late?!”

“I could, for her, not for you. But I can’t do anything in my current state…” Chrysalis said glumly, staring at the sleeping Twilight. “I need to be out of these restraints…”

“Ok, whatever you need!” Spike said desperately, producing the key from his pocket. He released the metal shackles holding her wrists and ankles in place. Chrysalis rubbing the sore joints that needed some much needed relief.

“Now… my horn, please…” Chrysalis said, which Spike hesitated with. The brief pause was quickly commented on by the changeling. “…Do you expect me to fix dark magic with my own two hands?!”

“H-how do I know I can trust you?” Spike spoke slowly, half expecting the changeling queen to take off running as soon as he asked.

“If you knew the first thing about changelings, dragon,” Chrysalis sneered, “you would know I want my mare fixed infinitely more than you do…”

“Uggg fine. I guess I don’t really have much of a choice,” Spike sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the second key that held the lock to the changeling’s inhibitor ring. Spike giving a gulp as he undid the latch on the ring before slowly sliding it up and off the jagged horn of the changeling. Chrysalis released a breath of fresh air as the dreadful restriction was lifted from her.

“Thank you for that… dragon,” Chrysalis said with a sudden low growl and gleam in her eye.

Before Spike even put together what was going on, the changeling queen pounced on him! The dragon stumbling backwards, his back hitting the stone wall with a thud as the inhibitor ring dropped from his hand and rolled away, far out of reach! Chrysalis made sure she took full advantage of the startled dragon as she leaned in. Releasing a deep growl now from the depths of her throat as her fingers came down to his crotch, roughly grabbing the area with a threatening hand, she yanked, tearing his pants clean off the quivering dragon’s legs in a single motion.

Before Spike could even realize his dick was now in plain sight, the blood rushed changeling queen was on it! Dropping to his waist and engulfing the entire length into her mouth!

“Eep!” Spike said with a high pitched voice. But…. the changeling didn’t simply bite his dick off with her sharpened fangs… but seemed to be… bobbing back and forth… intentionally!

“My my my,” Chrysalis cooed, popping the slick cock from her mouth as her hand took over pumping for the time being. “You were already as hard as a rock before we even started… good. Did the naughty little dragon get turned on seeing the helpless sexy changeling queen in chains?”

“C-Chrysalis!! What are you doing?!?” Spike exclaimed, but no longer making any move to stop her.

“I need love to power my magic,” Chrysalis cooed, releasing a tiny green spark from the tip of her horn. “And I can just sense all the stored up love you’re holding in those two swollen balls…” She said, jumping back onto his shaft and giving it a few more excited sucks like the true cock addict she was. “Give it all to me!! Let me feast on every drop of your dragon cum!!”

“I-I don’t know if we should really-Ooohhhhhh,” Spike moaned as Chrysalis wrapped her surprisingly lengthy tongue along his entire cock, around the circumference several times, all the way to the base! Pulling the twist off all at once as she withdrew her tongue back into her greedy mouth, savoring the delectable flavors the dragon’s fuck rod had for her. The wet noises of the skilled blowjob filled the room as Spike gave silent thanks he dismissed the guards earlier.

“Wowwww…..” Spike was gasping in the sensation of the warm and wet tunnel sliding back and over his sensitive length. Licking, sucking, and hitting all the right places like she knew exactly how to press his buttons! Every bit of movement on his twitching cock was a proof to such. Spike relaxed back onto the wall as he came to terms of his shaft exploring every inch of one of the last place’s he expected it to be in.

Chrysalis’s two hands shot to the dragon’s wrists, clamping down on them and jerking them over to her tits. Chrysalis released a low moan as the dragon’s hands instinctively took over from there, groping and foundling her breasts with strength. Which just so happened to be slowly expanding back outwards to their normal size! Even in the moment Spike made sure to flick at the growing and sensitive dark pink nipples, causing the queen to release an even deeper moan, vibrations that caused his dick to spasm from its already amazing treatment.

‘Oh my god… the tits of a queen… They’re amazingly soft!’ Spike thought, giving the two fleshy orbs a rough clamp. Chrysalis’s tits fought against his hands as they slowly expanded against his grip, growing in mass and volume to a size worthy of a queen of sex. All the while pleasure was constantly rolling through his form as the changeling’s tongue danced back and forth along the underside of his cock.

“C-Chrysalis!! I’m g-gonna….!” Spike exclaimed, dropping the changeling’s breasts and grasping two thick handfuls of her hair. The queen didn’t let up her sucking, showing she hadn’t the slightest intention of stopping or slowing anytime soon.

With a powerful grunt, Spike came into her mouth. Blasting months’ worth of pent up cum down the changeling’s slick welcoming throat. Chrysalis swallowed it all with experienced ease as rope after rope of the steaming hot baby batter made its way down the changeling’s gullet into the depths of her empty stomach. The sly queen even going as far as to squeeze the hanging dragon ball sack in an effort to encourage every last drop of delectable cum out. If Spike had any working portion of his mind still active, he would have known she had achieved just that. Blueblood was right, she was greedy!

“Mmmmmm,” Chrysalis cooed as she dealt one final suck to clean the spent member, licking her lips tastefully. “Not half bad on your part, dragon.”

“Uhhhh, y-yeah…. So that just happened…” Spike said slowly, completely out of breath for some reason.

“It’s been far too long since I’ve had a decent cock inside me…” Chrysalis moaned, sincerely missing her time back in the hive. But as quickly as the kind words had come, they vanished. “But there is still room for improvement on your part! You don’t move to control me at all! If I was a mare on my knees I shouldn’t be the one calling the shots!”

“Uhhhh, what?” Spike said confused and breathless now.

“And you need more self-control. You finished far too early! Yes, granted my impressive skills that have mastered the art itself, but still! Give your partner ample time to enjoy and savor her task! My master would have lasted three ti…-erp.“

“Wait… your master?!?” Spike exclaimed, now confused, breathless, and shocked.

“You misheard me, runt!” Chrysalis spat angrily, although blushing furiously and averting her head. Spike would have loved to delve into this matter further, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

“Fine, whatever! You got what you wanted from me you sick pervert! Can you please help Twilight now?!” Spike could just imagine his baby batter sloshing around inside the queen’s belly. He didn’t know whether to be sick or turned on…

Chrysalis smacked her lips as she rolled her tongue around inside her mouth, getting one last final taste of the delicious dragon cum. “Yes… I think that will be plenty of love for now…” The changeling’s horn eliminated a bright green glow for a brief moment as Chrysalis absorbed the strength she was so kindly gifted from the dragon. Shortly after she directed a concentrated beam of magic straight at the sleeping Twilight’s forehead. The alicorn gave a groan as it hit her. After a moment a familiar black cloud of smoke was seen seeping out through her head and drifting upwards, silently dissipating harmlessly into the air. Twilight remained asleep, but a small smile was seen forming on her lips.

“There… I have corrected your mistake,” Chrysalis said, lovingly leaning in and kissing the alicorn on the forehead. “She should be back to normal now.”

“That... that’s it? It’s done?” Spike said, falling back up against the wall and sliding down so that he landed in one of the side benches. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but somehow Twilight actually did seem better now! “I-I don’t know what to say… Thank you!” The young dragon was finally free to relax.

“Save your breath,” Chrysalis sneered. “I was doing it for her benefit. I should have known this would have happened anyway. Leaving a mare with one of you… she is bound to be abused! And you childish creatures wonder why we came and took them away…”

“Hey now!” Spike shot back. “You ruined a lot of innocent stallion’s lives with that stunt!”

“Ugggg, that was the point! That is what I hate most about them…” Chrysalis sneered. “They are selfish above all else. Always complaining and whining… even more than a newborn! Going on endlessly about how we ruined their lives, their well being, their happiness. Not giving a single damn or thought about the many more mares whose lives we have improved countless fold. They are only focused on themselves… like they always have!”

“What are you talking about? All I’ve thought about for months since you kidnapped her was Twilight!” Spike retorted. “How can you say that’s being selfish?”

“Mmmm, yes. That’s the only reason I can even bear speaking with you right now,” Chrysalis replied. “But even so, your desire for her with based on your own selfish wants. Let me guess, you placed her under that spell because you didn’t give a single thought to how she wanted to behave, you were only focused on how you wanted her to act…”

“….B-but… No! Y-you messed with her mind!” Spike exclaimed, not really seeing much issue getting in a spat now that Twilight was fixed. “I was trying to get her back to her old self after you turned her into some sort of mega slut!”

“I didn’t turn her into anything! She was always a slut, you just never noticed it!” Chrysalis shot back. “All of your friends as well. They only lived your twisted idea of a normal life because they didn’t know what they were missing out on! Their bodies were crying out to be satisfied the entire time! To be owned as a slave by another dominant being! They required us to service their true needs!”

“But why do you get to decide all of this? Huh? Deciding what a mare really wants?! What her body needs?” Spike said. “W-who are you to play god?!?”

“I’m the one who has owned Gods as pets…”

“……”

“My beliefs in mares are a proven fact! There is no room for debate here. I have all the proof you’ll ever need crawling around my home. Face it, dragon, the sole purpose of any mare is to fuck, cum, and breed! That is exactly what they are made for! They weren’t meant to do anything you so casually allowed them to do before!”

Spike gave an audible gulp, turning his gaze to stare at the soundly sleeping Twilight in the prison cell.

“And don’t look at her like that!” Chrysalis exclaimed. “She’s not ashamed at being naked! I know her better than you! She’s proud of who she is. She would be ashamed if you made cover up! If you truly do care about her happiness, dragon, listen to what she really needs, not what you want her to need.”

“I… I need to think about all this…” Spike said dryly, rising from his seat. “And I need to put you back in your restraints… I don’t want to get in trouble when the guards come back.”

“Fine. Do what you must,” Chrysalis mumbled, not putting up a fight as Spike secured her limbs back into their metal shackles, followed by the inhibitor ring around her horn. There was no point in struggling against her fate in her current condition, the strength from the dragon’s gift was already starting to fade. Her breasts shrinking back down to a still above average size.

The deep in thought dragon said nothing more as he scooped up the limp sleeping alicorn in his arms and carried her from the cell, back up to his room. She looked so peaceful, happy even… it wasn’t something Spike wanted to disturb just yet.

“Get some rest, Twilight,” Spike said as he tucked the alicorn into his bed, giving her a light kiss on the forehead. “I think I need to have a talk with Blueblood…”

Spike didn’t bother knocking as he barged into Blueblood’s room, it was an important matter after all and he was the prince’s mentor, not just some random house maid who would had been brutally punished for the same offense.

“Um, Blueblood… I wanted to-AH!!! GOD!” Spike exclaimed upon setting his sights on the room.

The prince was lazily reclining back and relaxed in his chair as the royal sisters, Celestia and Luna sat perched in his bare lap, diligently sucking and slurping away with care at his exposed genitals. Thankfully/unthankfully Blueblood’s member was completely concealed from view within the moist depths of the Luna’s princess’s skilled throat. Spike didn’t know which way to feel about that…

“Ah, Spike, my boy! Just the dragon I wanted to see!” Blueblood exclaimed happily. The two princesses didn’t give a single glace towards the dragon’s entrance. “What’s on your mind?”

“W-What’s going on here?” Spike said nervously. “You said you might have to use the spell on them if they didn’t behave…” Blueblood’s words exactly. “but you never said you would be using them for…this!!”

“What can I say? These two princesses just looked so needy for something to play with afterwards… Who was I to deny them? Heh, and besides, I think we can all agree I deserve a bit of a treat after all the work I’ve done…”

“Sure, but-”

“Just look outside, Spike, it’s beautiful!” Blueblood said in awe, peering out the window and down the hill from his manor. The two men spotted a trio of rough looking stallions grouping up on a single mare slave… a female who was quite obviously putting up an angry struggle against their perverted advances. That is, until one stallion snuck behind her and slipped a familiar golden ring around her head. The mare blinked, staring ahead blankly before suddenly dropping to her knees as the spell took full control of her defenseless brain. The mare now happily unfastening their pants to fish out the meaty cocks of the three laughing stallions she intended to suck off.

“Allow me to enlighten you. If there’s one thing that I’ve learned describes all intelligent creatures best… it is stubbornness. So many different perspectives in the world, so many different opinions on everything! They’ll defend their own views, ignoring all common sense, logic, or judgement, for the sole sake of winning an argument alone! A pony could have the solution to all of life’s problems in his hands… and it would do the collective population no good as his voice is lost within the mindless masses as one among many.”

“But…. throw in a little distress, a dash of fear, topped off with a healthy serving of control… and voila!” Blueblood cooed, putting his two hands on the royal sister’s head as their worked their tongues away at his rod. “You have a blissful harmony… bypassing a pony’s stubbornness entirely. See here, Spike, me and these sluts are a prime example! There are no more arguments… no more anger or conflict as we feud over our differences… just ponies seeking to divulge themselves in the finer pleasures of life. Everyone wins.”

“What are you-what do you mean, sir?” Spike asked, confused. He had no idea why everyone was being so confusing today!

“This war, of course!” Blueblood chuckled. “All wars in fact! All of them have been caused by a mere difference in opinion! The fools say those are magical things that make us all unique and different… but all it ends up doing is driving us apart.”

“Uhhhhhh, right,” Spike said with a gulp, attempting to change the subject to something slightly less creepy. “A-anyway, I had a talk with Queen Chrysalis…”

“Ah, I see,” Blueblood chuckled, slightly disappointed he didn’t get to continue on his tanget. “I’ll admit, I to thought of paying our little changeling friend a visit if I were to ever find myself in a good need of comic relief. What did she say this time?”

“Well… she said a lot of things,” Spike replied, the two beautiful royal mares whom he once looked up to with all of his heart, lapping away at Blueblood’s cock was all too distracting. “B-but she said our little mind control spell isn’t a temporary effect like we thought! It wears down a mare’s defenses over time before it becomes permanent!”

“Is that so? Well now… I guess that would put the quite a hamper upon the ethics of our choose path,” Blueblood replied plainly to which Spike gave a relieved breath. Of course the prince just had to go on to add, “if what she said was the truth!”

“What?!” Spike said.

“Think about it, my boy!” Blueblood exclaimed, grinning. “She is our captor! She knows of our plans! The changeling realizes it is iron clad, and her offspring will soon perish from this world! She is desperate for any sort of leverage! Of course she will come up with an absurd excuse of why we shouldn’t use our greatest weapon! ... But she isn’t going to fool us, is she, Spike?”

“Uhhhh, n-no Sir!” Spike stuttered.

“Good… always happy to serve as your mentor,” Blueblood chuckled with a wave of his hand. “You’re dismissed.”

The dragon nodded slowly, turning to exit. Walking and stumbling slowly as he tried to piece together everything Blueblood had told him. As he left though, the pegasus guard known as Flash Sentry casually strolled past him into the room. Spike always hated that guy. He decided to stick around just out of their line of sight so he could listen in to his conversation with Blueblood.

“Ah, Mr. Sentry, how goes your men’s efforts in the foreign lands?”

“They’re actually exceeding all expectations. Your little magic trick really helped streamline the process! Heh, we’ve raided griffin and zebra women from dozens of villages without as much as a hassle. They are being stripped, processed, trained, and transported here as we speak. We’ll divvy them up to the town’s people and hopefully solve the sex slave shortage we’ve been having! Curtesy of the Prince of course! I already have some guys set up to document the whole thing, send the pictures back to their homes so their ex-lovers will know what they’re up too, hehehe. Ought to piss them off enough to keep the changelings away. Come to think of it, they should really be thanking us!”

“Heh, if I didn’t know any better, Mr. Sentry, I would wager you are enjoying your work!”

'They’re enjoying this?!?! Who could possibly enjoy abducting others from their homes and raping them?! It’s supposed to be a necessary evil we had no choice in!' The confusing day was having its impact on the poor dragon. He felt like he was the one turned into the bimbo! But from the noise coming from inside the room it sounded like the pegasus and unicorn were wrapping up their update. Spike quickly scurried away, hearing one last passing remark from the prince.

“Oh and Flash? Leave the door open on your way out! In a few minutes I want the servants to clearly hear what their princesses have become…”

“Back so soon? Let me guess… another screw-up?” The jailed Chrysalis called out to the dragon in a mocking tone. But Spike didn’t respond as he walked up to the changeling deep in thought. “Twilight is dead this time, isn’t she? Well I’ll give credit where it’s due, dragon, she survived five minutes longer with you than I expected. When is the funeral? I assume it will be closed casket?”

The high quality sarcasm was lost on the dragon. In just a few short conversations, his beliefs that he and Blueblood held firm for so many months were shaking! He actually had a shred of doubt that they weren’t doing what they should have been! Who knew what was at the bottom of things. And why oh why did he keep listening to what the changeling said?

'This is a mistake! I’m going to regret doing this! It’s dumb! It’s dumb! It’s dumb! But… if there’s something else going on here, I have to know! It’s worth the risk.' Spike’s mind raged, walking up to the queen once more and unlocking her restraints, freeing her limbs.

“Oh is her funeral now? Impressive you stallions work so fast with these things! Guess I should have expected that too! I’m sure I can whip up a few touching words to say for her service. It might get a bit repetitive with all the other mares you’ve stolen from me though…”

“Shesh! Enough already! Geez. I liked things better when you just spewed hate at me…” Spike groaned, hauling the changeling upwards onto his shoulder, seeing as the changeling was too weak now to move herself. He started his slow walk out of the dungeon, to which the changeling became instantly surprised.

“W-Where are we actually going, dragon?” Chrysalis asked now, pausing her bit and sounding genuinely curious. Her interest pinged to higher levels as she even noticed the dragon peeking out the dungeon room door to check if the coast was clear. The dragon with a queen slumped over his shoulder like his catch quietly tip toeing his way through the hall.

“A-are….are you rescuing me?!” Chrysalis spoke up, her voice filled with optimism. Had her various words of wisdom actually gotten through one of the thick headed men?!? Was he dragging her to freedom from this awful place?

“No…” Spike replied as the changeling slumped back onto his shoulder in defeat. “You’re just coming up to my room so I can see what Twilight has to say with you when she wakes up. The guards will be back any minute now and I don’t want to explain to anyone what I’m doing! We’re lucky enough no one saw you pull that little sucking stunt! For some reason the guards seemed awfully glued to their barracks at the moment…”

“Fine. If you must know, they’re having their way with a fresh innocent mare… and a few servants they dragged into the mix for the occasion… But I didn’t need to be a changeling to tell you that.”

“Good…” Spike sighed, walking through the empty halls. Chrysalis gave a deep growl. “Uh, I-I mean g-good for us! Not for those mares! Er-I mean good for me! You probably don’t enjoy feeling ponies get raped… I-I mean not good for me as in good for me… you know what I mean?”

“Just shut up…” Chrysalis spat.

Finally arriving in Spike’s windowless room, the dragon quickly plopped the changeling queen down onto the bed where Twilight lay. He took one quick peek out the door and down the hall, double checking they weren’t followed, before closing and locking the door behind him.

“Fuccccck yes!!! Harder master!!” Lightning Dust cried through a stream of needy whimpers. Her velvety walls straining to hold all of Soarin’s length inside. “Fuck your slutty slave’s pussy!! Fill it up with your hot cum!!”

“Yeah, you like that don’t you?” Soarin spoke with a stinging slap on the mare’s rear, thrusting inside the pegasus’s cunt with unrelenting power. His cock slipping in and out of the begging mare with ease. “Little slut is just dying to be bred like the animal she is, huh?!” He was so close to the point of no return where he would finally, finally be able to plant a foal in his mare’s belly. Knocking her up like they had both always wanted since that fateful night. That is… until they heard something coming from the doorway.

*Knock knock knock*

“Damnit! Every time!” Soarin exclaimed in aggravating annoyance. Pulling out his slickened member from Lighting’s quivering folds he quickly hopped off the bed and threw on his pants. Lightning Dust on the other hand could only writhe in frustration as her owner got up to check on the door. She swore he and the universe were working in tandem just to tease her like this! Him and his OCD… What did it take for a girl to get a baby planted in her oven?

But whatever. She had already cum several times, and they could just start over again. After all, the fertile baby batter in her master’s cock wasn’t going anywhere! And coaxing it out to coat her insides was half the fun!

“This better be worth it…” Soarin groaned, unhinging the dead bolt on the apartment door. Upon opening it the pegasus was greeted by the simple sight of a droll delivery stallion, who was staring down at his clipboard with disinterest.

“Package for Mr. Sore Rin….” The stallion mumbled, handing the pegasus a pen. “Sign here please.”

“Package? I didn’t order anything,” Soarin said, signing the document anyway.

“You shouldn’t have. It’s a gift from the prince for all stallions in Appleloosa. They’ve received a large influx of women to solve our shortage and he’s giving them away on the pretense that they are used… And of course I’m stuck here delivering them to lucky bastards instead of using mine…” The stallion groaned, grabbing something unseen that had been standing to the side and shoving it into the room with the pegasus without a care.

In stumbled a completely bare and exposed griffon women who immediately latched onto Soarin’s leg with her tongue hanging out of her mouth, panting like a dog.

“Her old name was Greta… but you can call her anything you want. Most guys are just using Dumb Griffon Bitch. She’s already trained, so yeah,” The stallion droned on. “Fuck her and fuck her good. That’s the law.” He checked off another box on his checklist and walked off down the hall. A line of obedient strange looking griffons sex slaves following after him.

“Ummm, ok then?” Soarin spoke, confused again. Being given another female to take care off was the last thing he expected in this town which he could have sworn had a shortage of fuckable holes up until now. And seeing them suddenly not only willingly but happily accepting the position? But he could get over all of that. What he couldn’t seem to shake was that there was something off about this griffon. “H-Hi there… Greta?”

“Mmmm, cock!” The griffon simply replied, almost as if having smelled the arousal coming straight from the pegasus’s pants. “Give me cock!” Lighting Dust, who had been watching the entire scene unfold from the bed couldn’t help but feel a bit more uneasy from this new development. Another women added to the mix was surely bound to complicate the simple set up she had grown accustomed to.

“Do you want to tell us a bit about yourse-or just go for my penis, I guess that works too…” Soarin sighed as Greta happily undid the stallion’s pants and worked them down. The still erect and throbbing cock popping out to greet her lite up her face like it was her surprise birthday party.

“Mmmmmmm!” Greta didn’t waste a second diving down on the meat that had already been prepared for her. Swallowing every inch of his length with professional ease until a bulge appeared in her throat. Soarin gave a light groan as the griffon’s warm pink tongue licked away at the collective flavor of Lighting’s Dusts juices and the stallion’s shaft. A mouthwatering concoction that was more than a worthless griffon like her even deserved to taste!

“W-wow, you’re pretty good at this…” Soarin groaned, placing a steadying hand on the back of the griffon’s head. The delivery stallion was right, this women was trained! She was working his meat with precision and skill, not to mention eagerness, it was like she was starving for cum! She could easily give Lighting Dust a run for her money.

“Hey!!! Get off him!” Lighting Dust called out, jumping off the bed to stop the griffon who had jumped on her master’s cock. Oddly enough her stallion didn’t seem at all pressed to interrupt her efforts as she did.

But it was too late… Greta worked her throat with amazing pleasurable prowess, coupled with the fact that the stallion was already thoroughly warmed up from earlier, Lighting Dust could only watch in horror as the cum she had worked so hard to earn erupted forth. Bursts of warm wet cum firing off, flowing down the beautiful griffon’s throat who greedily sucked down every single drop with a lewd series of slurps.

“You BITCH!!! I’ll kill you for that!!!!!!” Lighting Dust roared, charging at Greta and tackling her to the floor.

“W-Where is my husband?” Ms. Cake stuttered in fear after having awoken in the strange room that was obviously not part of the hive. There were stallions around her that she had never seen before, looking at her strangely… not lovingly like a proper master who valued her as another pony. She didn’t feel safe here, but if she had actually been dragged back to Equestria there was one thing she wanted to do. “Please… is my husband here?! I want to see him!”

“Six men put in a request for the rights to your body in the event we recovered it from the changelings. One of them was your husband…” A stallion holding a list said dismissively, to which Ms. Cake seemed to relax at.

But just as the mare was about to ask for further details about Mr. Cake’s whereabouts, she felt the icy cold grip of a metallic object float downwards onto her forehead. In an instant her mind was overpowered and altered. Ms. Cake slumped over as her brain was reprogrammed.

“….Of course your husband is the last pony we would consider sending you to. We can’t afford any pesky love birds rekindling their relationship and drawing the changelings here…”