Author's Notes:

No clop again this chapter.

“Just make sure you’re on your best behavior, Twilight,” Spike ordered the leashed purple alicorn crawling by his side as the pair made their way through the decorated halls of Blueblood manor. “If we want to talk Blueblood down from this crazy plan, we aren’t going to get far if you’re shooting lasers at him between every sentence!”

“Hmph, fine!” Twilight huffed, blowing upwards against her hair. She would had loved to blast a Blueblood shaped hole in the wall before, but seeing as Spike had just ordered her, it didn’t seem like she had much of a choice to now. But she knew how important this meeting was, and what it could mean for the remaining female ponies trapped in the town. He was right, she had to be good!

“Ok, you ready?” Spike asked, after having arrived at the door to Blueblood’s room. Twilight nodded crawling up to the wooden frame.

Pushing open the grand doors the duo was meet with the sight of… nothing. Blueblood wasn’t there! Celestia and Luna’s bodies had been discarded on the bed sheets like used rags, but there were no signs of the white unicorn stallion. He was gone…

“Wha… he’s always here? Where’d he go?” Spike said confused as Twilight rushed to the two princesses’ side. Sadly, there wasn’t much she could do for them.

“Lord Spike!” A dark brown pegasus guard called out, running up to the dragon. “The prince! He is nowhere to be found! We combed every inch of the manor… and Appleloosa for that matter! There’s no sign of him!”

“Not much sign of anypony else for that matter,” Flash Sentry spat, walking up to the group. “Bunch of limp dick cowards is what they are. Would rather flee town and surrender to the changelings than get their dicks wet and live like a real man…”

“Yes… well on that matter… Mr. Sentry is right, there has been an alarming drop in our town’s population recently… Which doesn’t take a genius to decipher that’s why the changelings are getting closer to our town by the hour…. Leading to even more of our residents fleeing with their slaves in tow.”

“You don’t think Blueblood was one of th-” Flash Sentry started before being promptly interrupted.

“No!… Blueblood would have seen this to the end,” Spike said, “even if he knew we were going to lose. This doesn’t make any sense!”

“Well in any event…” The royal guard said, “In his absence, the highest ranking official is you… Sir Spike. The town is growing more freighted with each passing minute. We need your guidance on how to proceed!”

“M-me?” Spike stuttered, having difficulty believing what was happening.

“Great… put the dragon in charge,” Flash Sentry scoffed. “We don’t need him, it’s obvious what we need to do! Stop talking and just rape the nearest cunt you can find some more!”

“We’re raping as fast as we can, sir!” A voice called out downstairs.

“No!” Spike shot in suddenly, grabbing the attention of Flash Sentry and the royal guard. “I mean… our protection field of hatred is failing… the changelings are going to be here in a matter of hours no matter what we do to our mares! There just aren’t enough ponies left to make a difference!”

“Soooo w-what are you orders, sir?” The guard asked.

“Load up every mare you own and make a run for it before that happens. That way at least some of us will escape to fight another day. Try to regroup at Dodge Junction and we can plan our next course of action then…”

“Uggg fine,” Flash sighed, the royal guard already having bowed and ran off to inform the others. The pegasus figuring any time he could spent arguing against the moronic plan was time he could be using to run off with his tail between his legs.

Twilight silently crawled up to Spike’s side as the vile orange pegasus stomped off.

“You know the changelings are going to catch them all, right?” Twilight quietly asked. “They probably have every drone in the hive forming a tight perimeter around this town.”

“I know,” Spike snickered. “I figured it would be fitting for the rapists to feel powerless and at the mercy of someone else for a change. And of course, heh, for their mares to be there to see it...”

Back over at the hive, the team was gathered around the circular war room table with a map of Appleloosa front and center.

“The male ponies have been seen… fleeing the town’s vicinity.” A drone reported. “With their train out of the picture, they are resorting to loading their caged captives onto carts and running off in every which direction. Their desperation is palatable.”

“Are-are they really that stupid?” Jet Set asked honestly to the group. “I mean, these guys are part of our gender, so I can’t help but feel slightly dumber that they would even try something like that. They should know they aren’t going to get a mile before their captured!”

“Just capture and detain for now. Help the mares if their minds are not their own,” Royal Pin ordered the drone, who nodded and turned to walk away, only to be stopped as Neon Lights went on to add, “And don’t harm the stallions! That includes turning them into mares! No more of that!” The drone nodded again before vanishing from the room in a bright green flame.

“Maybe Chrysalis scared them all away with her anti-male rambling,” Neon Lights chuckled. “I couldn’t blame ‘em!”

“I must say, it is rather nice having this whole process to ourselves without her input,” Fancy Pants said. “Quite fortunate for us the queen decided to venture off on her own. Otherwise I fear those captured stallions wouldn’t have stood the slightest chance,” He gulped. As nice as it was being one of the few stallions in a hive full of horny attractive mare pets always hungry for cock… he would have much preferred it if he wasn’t one of the last stallions on the planet after this.

“Uggggggg……. my head,” Shining Armor groaned, stumbling into the room, dizzy as all hell.

“Oh, Shining Armor!” Jet Set said. “Welcome back to team…. penis… I guess.”

“Mmmmmm, hey babe, enjoy your little vacation from malehood?” Cadence giggled, seductively crawling up to her husband’s side, brushing up against his legs. “You must miss what it’s like to be on the winning team… so ready to break that tasty hunk of stallion meat in?” She cooed, batting her eye lashes at the junction of Shining Armor’s two legs.

“Your crazy kinks are going to be the death of me…….” Shining groaned, pushing Cadence to the side and walking up to the table. “Where is Twilight?” he asked, looking around the room he only saw the other students playing around with each other, but his sister was nowhere to be found. “I want to have a word with her…”

Back over in Spike’s room the dragon and pony couple were back on the couch, fooling around. Unbeknownst to either of them, the changeling queen on the nearby bed had silently awoken and feigned continued sleep as to not arouse attention back onto her for fear of being the target of yet another moronic attempt to convert her from her correct ways. Her mind wouldn’t be able to stand being treated like that for long and could only dread that she might actually give into their demands of her sooner or later! She could only listen in to the couple’s conversation for now as she planned her next course of action that would accomplish her goals.

The purple alicorn was currently seated on her knees in the dragon’s lap, her chest facing him at a perfect eye level. Spike himself was currently in a lust like trance, completely lost in the memorizing pull the two perfectly shaped and sized bouncing tits in front of him had. It still boggled his mind to no end that not only was he fully free to grab and grope them, but Twilight actually wanted him to!

“W-Wow, these are just… amazing, Twilight….” Spike spoke, not tearing his eyes from the prize. “I never really got the time to tell you that before but… they’re perfect!” He said, sliding his hands up the side of her hips before finally cupping the underside of the mare’s soft bare breasts, feeling their weight and welcoming form in his hand. They were practically the size of melons, and yet, they defied gravity without the faintest hint of a sag. Without a doubt, much larger than the pair Spike remembered the alicorn having since before she was taken by the changelings at the start of their invasion. As iffy as the changelings were in his book, he had to admit this change they made earned some points with him. “What cup size are these now anyway?”

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t really been trying on any bras lately after all,” Twilight giggled, hugging Spike’s head while pulling herself closer, allowing the dragon a better look at her voluptuous milky orbs.

“Heh, after all the trouble I went to trying to sneak a peek at these things while we were living together… it’s kinda overwhelming to just be handed them like this! Heh, not that I’m complaining…” Spike snickered, sinking a total of ten digits into the pillow like flesh.

“Hehe, you weren’t exactly subtle either, Spike,” Twilight laughed as she soaked in every ounce of delight sharing her body with the dragon brought. “We all knew you were looking down our shirts every time we bent over. Or all those times I was drying off from a shower and the door just magically happened to have opened a crack?”

“Uhhh… w-what can I say?” Spike chuckled nervously. “Heh heh, it helped me get through all those years of Rarity rejecting my advances…”

“Yes, I know,” Twilight replied, kissing the dragon on the forehead. “Rarity knows it was wrong to do that now and she’s sorry. Guys having frequent and pleasurable releases are almost as important as us girls. We shouldn’t have been such prunes! It was just selfish!”

“You don’t really need to apologize for anything, Twilight,” Spike chuckled. “I think if there was one thing you girls are trying to tell us through all this is that we could have treated you all better. So that’s exactly what I am going to do.” Spike said, his member giving a slight twitch in agreement. He no longer cared if it was weird or if anyone else would see them as strange. All he cared was what Twilight wanted.

“Mmmm, thank you, Spike…” Twilight replied softly. “Nothing would make me happier…” Leaning in, Twilight planted a long sensual kiss square on the dragon’s lips which Spike was more than happy to eagerly return with as much passion as he was met with.

To their side though… a certain changeling couldn’t help raise a brow as she felt-

“My queen!!” A drone was suddenly heard shouting out, bursting through the doorway. “The town is ours! We’ve captured the town’s population and are awaiting orders!”

“It’s about TIME!” Chrysalis suddenly shouted, lunging up from the bed, startling the dragon and pony who were already a good deal surprised from the drone’s abrupt entrance. Had she been awake this entire time?! Why were there even changelings here? “Separate the stallions from the mares and round them all up in the center of town! EVERY SINGLE GOD DAMN ONE!!! I will deal with the men myself!”

The changeling drone bowed and stepped to the side, exiting behind the mad queen who stomped out of the room without so much as a passing glance at the bewildered couple who could only gulp and nervously exchange glances with each other.

The town of Appleloosa still… deathly still. In a large clearing located in the center of town where every single stallion and colt of the male gender gathered in a crowd, not by choice but by force. Surrounding them from all sides were their dreaded enemies. Changelings on every side. Encircling them on the ground, hovering in the air, landing on the rooftops of every building, all staring intently and directly at them as if reminding them constantly that escape was impossible. The mares the ponies had once held, now kept clear from the nearby area a good distance away by another group of drones, not wanting their interference from what was about to happen.

How they had beaten the town’s strange defenses wasn’t at the top of the stallion’s minds. That fear went solely to what was going to happen to them next. For all they knew, the field of hatred had weakened enough for them to be here, but its remaining power still disgusted the drones to no end, which ironically only served to piss off the creatures that now held their fate in their hands. The air was tense as the numerous crowd of stallions waited for something to transpire. None of the ponies were foolish enough to believe they could power their way through the guards.

Soon the crowd gasped as they quickly spotted the changeling queen herself trudging down the path from Blueblood manor as if a conqueror. Naked and unafraid. Glaring down upon them like rats waiting to be slaughtered. Some stallions shook in fear as the disgusted Chrysalis drew near, others started sweating bullets as their lives flashed before their very eyes. They feared for the worse, thinking the queen had already ‘dealt’ with their leader, and was now coming for them. A small group of stallions dropped to their knees, as if ready to beg for forgiveness, the rest of the crowd quickly followed them in turn, not wanting to be the odd one out. If nothing else they at least hoped to buy themselves a few more seconds of sweet sweet life.

Chrysalis paused at the edge of the crowd, casting her gaze from side to side. Carefully and meticulously checking over every single face. Her scowl suddenly deepening a great deal the moment she realized Blueblood was nowhere to be found within the group, causing the stallions the flinch. Soon after her disappointment, the queen began to speak.

“….It would be a simple matter for me…. All it would take is an order for my men to bury you all alive in the deepest and darkest cavern for what you’ve done. Or perhaps drag you out to the nearest lake and drown you one by one until the bubbles stopped…” Chrysalis began, imagining the pleasurable scenario in her head. “Either way, it would be EASY for us with the strength we possess… And I have been so looking forward to cleansing this planet from your pathetic existences.” A single hand from the snarling changeling queen unexpectedly shot out at ungodly speed, clutching hold of a young colt named Rumble who had the misfortune of being seated directly in front of her.

With a single arm, she lifted the young colt up off the ground, holding him above the air by her hand’s ironclad grip around his neck. Rumble helplessly struggled in vain as he rose up, bringing his hands to hers in a frantic attempt to peel them from his neck as his feet panicky kicked the empty air, wanting nothing more than to find solid purchase on the dirt ground to remove the crushing pressure around his throat. His young eyes silently shooting to the queen in a desperate plea for mercy. But his reluctance to accept his punishment only angered the changeling queen more. For a brief moment she considered making the other stallions watch as she choked the life from the flailing monster in her hand as an example to the rest. The colt would be getting off easy compared to the others.

Out from the corner of her eye shot in a brown flash, zipping in front of her at the speed of sound and stealing the young colt from her in an instant and flying him to safety a good distance away.

Daring Do stood there, holding Rumble in her arms as he struggled to catch his breath, coughing wildly as the obstruction that had clamped down on his wind pipe was lifted. The brown pegasus only glared with hatred at the changeling queen, her loving grip tightening to hold the young colt. Chrysalis made no move to retaliate, only turning her attention back to the large crowd of stallions.

“But… that wouldn’t be strength now would it? I’ve had my fair share of time to think about what true strength is during my forced imprisonment here.” Chrysalis said, her glance momentarily spotting Soarin in the sea of ponies. The Wonderbolt thought he was going mad, but for some reason he believed he saw a faint hint of a smile forming on the queen’s lips as she looked in his direction.

“And sometimes, true strength is having the power to act but choosing not to use it…” Mummers were heard throughout crowd. “And……. *sigh* against my best wishes or direct orders… my wonderful mares seem to have demonstrated that they want you idiots to be happy… That is why I am offering all you stallions this deal…” The ponies were on edge, more so than before this entire thing even began. Each one subconsciously leaning forward, wanting to be extra sure they heard what the queen said next if it meant living to see the next day.

“If…. and only if… there is a single mare in this town who can vouch for you and your well-meaning… you are free to……….. go….”

The realization his the captive stallions like a rock. A giant boulder shaped rock as they fully came to terms with what Chrysalis had said. For the first time since the New Appleloosa town had been formed, the mares were suddenly in control of the stallion’s fate!

The drones dispersed slightly, allowing the mares they had previously kept back now into the fray. The scene dissolved into a bustling mess as women everywhere scrambled to find a certain someone. The other mares from Flim Flam’s store quickly sprinting over to check on Rumble and to confirm that he was ok. Ms. Cake, recently freed from the disastrous bimbo spell placed on her mind, grabbed her husband from the sea of ponies, not wasting a single second longer to wrap her arms around him and sob, relieved by the prospect that she no longer feared losing him. Twilight Velvet picking Night Light off the ground and nuzzling him closely to her. Lightning Dust swooped in from above, grabbing Soarin’s arm and leading him from the circle, a drone allowing him to pass upon seeing his escort. Soarin himself had never been more relieved to see the mare.

Minute by minute, the crowd slowly began to shrink. Dwindling in number as the drones learned of the many good apples of the town. As it turned out… more of the stallions had decided to help mares rather than not. From the drone’s previous perspective it was rather difficult to feel any of that over the whelming hatred produced by the others. It was a refreshing sight to say the least.

Chrysalis, on the other hand, could only scowl as each stallion left the fray, wanting to believe she regretted giving them the choice. It disappointed her to no end seeing how many stallions had actually gone against her stereotypical image of them and actually gone out of their way to help them, even though they had full access to legally rape them without as much as a minor repercussion. But… no matter. She would deal with those stallions later. Perhaps the mares were just overwhelmed with the Stockholm syndrome and those stallions were actually worse than the one’s not chosen. Yes… that made sense.

For now, her direct attention was focused on the few remaining stallions left. The crowd had dispersed down into a large sized group of stallions. No mares, or even stallions for that matter, seemed to be itching to help these men escape the changeling’s attention. It was obvious to the ponies of the town why no one wanted to save them. They were the worst of the worst. The slavers like Flash Sentry who had made hunting, capturing, and selling their own kind into a fun sport. The despicable vendors like Flim and Flam who had made a pretty penny selling innocent fillies and mares to monsters. And of course the normal scummy residents that gave Appleloosa its name like Hoops, Score, Dumb-Bell, Svengallop, Wind Rider, and many more… Chrysalis could tell they each took their own twisted individual joy from giving her precious mares nightmares.

“What shall we do with them, my queen?” A drone asked.

Chrysalis was already licking her lips with glee as she cracked her knuckles. Turning them into the treasure that was the female gender would be doing mares a disservice, on top of being too good for them. No, she was going to do what she had been waiting for ever since she came to this wretched town! And for weaklings like them, almost anything could be a horrific gruesome death to choose from! Oh how nice it was to have a problem like that! Her mind already abuzz as she made up her mind how she would personally end their miserable lives…

“You won’t be doing anything to them!” A voice called out… a stallion voice. But not one from Appleloosa…

With a green ball of fire, Shining Armor teleported into the fray, directly in front of Chrysalis and overlooking the ‘bad’ stallions left encircled by the changelings.

“Their lives are not for you to take…”

“Wha……. What are you doing here?!?! W-What are you doing… male?!?!?” Chrysalis shouted, completely sidetracked by the sudden entrance of the stallion.

“Did you forget who was in charge of the hive, Chrysee?” Jet Set announced now, teleporting into the mix in a similar fashion next to Shining Armor. “But it was much easier to make some sweeping changes while you were on your little vacation.”

“Y-You…you….imbeciles!!! YOU had no right to destroy the utopia I created!!!” Chrysalis screamed, her good mood quickly turned over on its head in a matter of seconds... an effect stallions tended to have on her. As far as she knew, her so called master had ruined the perfection that was a mare, and distorted it into the abomination that was a stallion! A fate worse than simply killing the pony!!

“Utopia? How could something be a utopia if not everyone was happy? I know you don’t think it, Chrysalis, but even stallions deserve to be happy in this world.” Jet Set sighed, deeply ashamed by how close his pet came to playing this whole event off in a fitting manner.

The phrase that even slightly suggested stallions deserved anything more than a quick death infuriated the queen to no end. To make matters worse, the fools were making a scene with her in front of the entire town and her army as she was attempting to project her rule! No… it was high time these arrogant assholes be put in their place...

Chrysalis had had enough of playing the nice changeling, heavens knows how well that has turned out for her. It was time for a true show of power for all the stallions to see. With Jet Set and Shining Armor in her sights, she focused her magic, intent on changing them into mares right here and now, before growing her cock back and fucking the living daylight out of their fresh holes until they no longer even remembered their own names.

But…. just as she was trying to cast the spell, she couldn’t help but remember a certain dark ring that remained locked around her horn and preventing any magic whatsoever.

“Uggggg! MEN! Seize them! Get this fucking ring off me!” Chrysalis ordered her drones as she struggled in vain to pull the inhibitor ring from her sharpened horn.

Not a single drone moved to comply with her order.

“What are you waiting for? That was an order not a request!” Chrysalis shouted again. But her demand was equally as effective as the first.

“I’m disappointed in you Chrysee,” Jet Set sighed. “You haven’t even asked how gender swapping the ponies back to their rightful sexes went for the hive…”

Chrysalis’s eyes widened in sudden realization. Thinking back to what had almost happened from the small addition of four simple stallions and their personally trained mares. If the stallions they had gained from the swap were anywhere near as effective as them then… oh no…

“Your men are good soldiers. They follow orders to a T from the highest ranking officer around… they’ve just learned to respect our judgement a bit more than yours, Chrysalis,” Jet Set went on, walking up closer to the queen, unafraid. “I guess it just goes to show what happens when your pet manages to get off its leash…”

Chrysalis’s gaze shot to her unmoving men, who had turned their attention to her, then back to the stallion before her. Now it was her turn to start panicking… This was definitively not how she wanted things to go here!

“Now, sit!” Jet Set ordered sternly with a demanding voice, pointing to the ground under Chrysalis.

Chrysalis did another frantic check, no one was moving to help her! She had no magic, no support, and no control over what was going on! She had lost… again…

With frustration and slowness, the changeling queen’s rump soon found itself placed on the back of her heels. Balled up hand placed on her bare thighs. Her piercing gaze cast directly at the ground beneath her.

“Good girl,” Jet Set said calmly, petting the changeling’s hair with a loving hand. “There may be hope for you yet. After your punishment for this, that is.”

“You continue to aggravate me to no end,” Chrysalis furiously grumbled, knowing she was defeated.

“You continue to aggravate me to no end…..?” Jet Set repeated.

“Master…” Chrysalis groaned, to which she found herself on the receiving end of another petting session. Her stallion master focusing behind her ears, he knew she loved that.

Dumbfounded would not have even come close to describing the crowd of ponies reactions. Stallions and mares alike all staring in utter confusion, jaws hitting the ground as the changeling queen they thought ruthless and invincible… was reduced to a mere pet by nothing more than a stallion!!! They kept on waiting for the moment the queen blasted his head off, or ripped out his throat for even daring to treat her like that in front of everyone… but it never came. The changeling queen just sat there like an obedient servant girl as one of the stallions she had claimed to have hated mere moments ago treated her like his bitch! What the flying fuck was going on?

Shining Armor was more concerned with moving things along than answering the crowd’s many many questions. Turning to the group of ‘bad’ stallions left encircled and confused by the changeling drones, he ordered the drones.

“Lock them all in the Canterlot dungeons indefinitely,” Shining Armor spat, looking in disgust at the many faces of ruthless rapists. A lengthy prison sentence with the least they deserved with a few hundred cases of sexual assault and rape, no matter how ‘legal’ it may have been at the time. “We’ll decide how to deal with them later.”

The crowd of ponies couldn’t help but overhear and focus in on the word: Canterlot.

“B-But, sir!” A random stallion called out. “That city is abandoned! All towns and cities are besides Appleloosa for that matter.”

“Not for long,” Shining Armor announced with a hint of overdue pride and relief in his voice. “Citizen of Equestria, listen up! Our conflict with the changelings is finally over! No more fighting amongst each other! No more raping! There is no longer any reason to! It’s done!…”

Mummers and outbursts shout out in the crowd at once.

“B-but the changelings!”

“The changelings are monsters!!!”

“They stole my wife! They’re evil!”

“They kidnapped mine too!”

“Do not direct your anger at them!” Shining shouted back over the many voices. “They aren’t here to cause death and destruction… I know… I once thought that way too. But, as it’s been said, they are just good soldiers who just follow orders. They’ve just been misled,” He said, gesturing to Chrysalis. “The drones themselves are actually quite friendly once you get to know them. And if it means more love from us, I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to return the rest of the mares they’ve taken from us, AND help rebuild Equestria too. Not only to its former glory, but something better than it has ever been!”

The changeling drones nodded in agreement to the stallion’s claims. They had long since grown tired of obeying their queen, who, without the stallions, felt she would have probably starting the same routine on them. The stallions from the hive appeared to have a clear head on what to do, seeming much more deserving of being given a chance over Chrysalis. Plus, the promise of even more love than they had been receiving only drew them in more.

“They aren’t the monsters you think they are. They just have a different method of thinking… And if you gave them the chance to teach you, I think many of you might enjoy exactly what that method is…”

“D-did she just call j-just call that guy… her master?!” Lighting Dust exclaimed, clinging to Soarin’s arm. Still hung up on that juicy tidbit of information, missing almost everything else Shining Armor had said. The ecstatic pegasus watched as the strange stallion handled the queen with a mixture of groping and petting. “Are you seeing this, Soarin!?!” Lighting said impishly.

The remainder of ponies were already starting to do the one thing they wanted to since the moment they came to this town and disperse, leaving with their loved ones intact and never looking back. If what Shining Armor had said was true, then there would be no more slavers or changelings looking to kidnap their mares and were finally free to move back home and get on with their lives! It was a pleasant thought to say the least. Most ponies had long grown tired of living in fear as if at war.

The couple watched as the changeling drones teleported away the group of so called ‘bad stallions’ that had remained without a single mare choosing to save them. Although it was his supposed enemy making off with others of his kind, Soarin couldn’t really say he was saddened to see them leaving. It was the least bit of retribution the mares who suffered through this town’s existence deserved. He only hoped the girls wouldn’t be scarred for life from what happened here.

“Well whatever…” Lighting said, dismissively. “It seems they are actually letting us go! Isn’t that awesome, Soarin?! Let’s hit the sky before they figure to change their minds!!.... Soarin?”

But the pegasus didn’t seem as eager to leave as the mare did, but rather remained focused on the changeling drones in front of him. Slowly, he stepped forward in front of one grabbing its attention while Lightning hung back, confused by her stallion’s odd desire to have a death wish.

The stallion leaned over to the changeling’s ear, whispering something unheard to her. As he leaned back, the changeling looked at him and nodded before lighting up his black horn.

Another fiery green flash of light appeared before them, one from which Lightning had to turn away from after feeling its sheer heat against her face. Upon turning back to see what happened, she was greeted with the fresh sight of yet another naked mare. But unlike every most other women in the town, around her neck she wore a very distinctive collar… It took her a moment to realize who she was… Her white coat, green eyes, blue shaded hair…

“SOARIN!” The new mare exclaimed, jumping up with glee and wrapping her arms around the stallion’s neck planting a million kissing into the pony’s face. “Ohhhh I missed you so much!! Did you miss me? Wait… don’t answer that! I know you did!!! I’m so happy to see you!!!”

Around the town square, other stallions were going up and asking for a certain mare or two to be returned to them. Magically teleportation flashes were popping up all around town as the drone’s used their collar system, quickly locating the mares in the hive, and teleporting them over to be returned to a mate that would hopefully use her to provide them with more love. But, that was the least bit on Lightning’s mind, she was mainly focused on the strange new mare before her.

“Ummmmmmmm, Soarin, who is this?” The confused and bewildered Lighting asked. By her stallion’s look it seemed as though he was equally as happy to be on the receiving end of the many kisses from the new pegasus mare.

“O-Oh… heh, excuse me,” Soarin blushed, setting down the mare. “Lightning… meet High Winds… my long lost girlfriend…”

“Nice to meet you!” High Winds chinned happily, looking at the nude Lighting Dust her virile stallion had attracted in her absence, slowly licking her lips with glee.

“WHAT!!?! You had a girlfriend?!” Lightning cried in utter disbelief. “And you never told me?!”

“Well y-you never asked….”

True to Shining Armor’s word, the changelings had returned the many mares they had taken to their rightful stallions before allowing them to leave unharmed. Mares who had a special somepony were mainly the ones who were asked for, all willingly handed over… some who quickly found themselves on the receiving end of a serious ‘talk’ from the stallion. Many stallions were angered by the mare’s abandonment of them, others were at first but found it hard to remain angered after the months of their absence. Turns out it was much easier to handle being cheated on if the same thing happened to every guy you knew at the exact same time. Some stallions had figured from that that there was something else bigger was going on that they didn’t realize.

But returning their mares wasn’t the only thing they seemed to do. The stallions had half expected them to return to their hive once their business was concluded here, but they didn’t. Instead, it came as a rather large shock to many of them to learn that they actually intended on teleporting the remaining mares from the hive before moving in with the ponies! For the changeling mare owners, they simply moved themselves into the homes in the towns or cities of the mares they had abducted and owned over the last few months. Already busy crossing their mare’s names off the deeds and writing in their own.

Of course, living amongst the enemy they had fought against for all that time was uncomfortable to say the least, but at the pleas of their mares, the stallions found themselves at least willing to give the changelings a chance. Even better, the drones brought their unique and powerful magic with them! The changelings actually happened to be quite friendly as Shining had said, and were more than willing to apply their power to help rebuild the infrastructure that had degraded over months of nonuse.

Destroyed buildings, collapsed bridges, shattered glass, overgrown foliage… all of which would have taken a team of skilled earth ponies many months to fix was repaired in a matter of minutes thanks to the creatures with magic that appeared to be without limit. With that in mind they were actually dubbed the next Discord… but polite and gentle, and without any of the trolling.

Civilization was quickly coming back into place as pony after pony who had once fled the many settlements and cities returned to their old lives. However, rather than reverting back to the old Equestria before, certain ‘changes’ were quickly becoming more and more apparent in the pony society. Changes that only began to unravel over time…

Soarin waited until the two mares had entered his Cloudsdale home, quickly shutting and locking the door behind him, closing the curtains as tight as they could go. The home was a spacious high rise, as expected from a high paid Wonderbolt… but dusty, as also expected from not tending to it for months.

“We’re not under attack anymore, Soarin!” High Winds called out with a giggle. “You can stop pretending that we’ve sneaking around.”

“You can’t blame me for being cautious, babe,” Soarin called back to the two nude mares. He was glad that number was still ‘two’ and Lightning hadn’t simply abandoned him after being declared a free mare, or learning of his girlfriend. But the mare certainly did seem bothered by something else… which, to Soarin, was obvious why. All the changelings flying around Cloudsdale like they had lived there for years!

It was all too sudden for him… Changeling just moving in without so much as an incident. What were the evil things up too?

“Soarin… they returned all the mares they took and… well I hate to say this but… they could have destroyed us all in a second if they wanted to… What could you possibly think they could have planned after that?” Lighting said, putting a hand on Soarin’s shoulder. “Maybe they do actually just want peace like us… and there’s nothing diabolical behind their actions. Is that so hard to believe?”

*sigh* “Maybe you’re right, Lightning,” Soarin admitted. In the end, he was just happy to have things back to normal. Lingering by the window slightly longer, he spotted his fellow Wonderbolts neighbors, a collared Spitfire, and un-collared Fleetfoot. Soarin couldn’t make out what the nude couple were saying as they exited the distant building but by the looks of things, it appeared as though Fleetfoot had retrieved a tight Wonderbolts themed t-shirt, along with some yoga pants she enjoyed wearing to tease the guys at practice and their shared locker rooms. Spitfire turned to the other mare, placing her hands on her shoulders and seemed to be talking to Fleetfoot now in a more serious tone… Fleetfoot taking several looks between the other mare and the clothes she held in her hands. Finally the mare shrugged and simply tossed them to the clouds, where they sank through the white surface and were lost. The couple already having taken off, chuckling, after choosing to remain completely naked… oddly enough. A pair of passing stallions, who unlike the mares happened to be fully clothed, couldn’t help but notice the two bare mares flying by, who quickly winked to each other and took off after them.

M-maybe they are just working on their full body tan… Soarin thought to himself. His two mares not having noticed, seeing as though they traveled upstairs a while ago and into the bedroom that High Winds and Soarin had once shared.

Soarin was at least glad Lighting and High Winds were getting along… Especially after seeing how well Lightning had taken to their old roommate, Greta. Greta of course having been confiscated by the changelings shortly after his flying train ride and her fixing. He still didn’t know what happened to her, or the rest of the Zebras, Griffins, or other races that had been rescued from Appleloosa. He assumed the changelings were going to return them to the lands they had been taken from as well.

“In here!” High Winds called, pulling Lightning through the door. “This is where you’ll be staying!” Noting the extra-large king sized bed in the center back of the room. Much larger than the one they had to put up with in the Appleloosa apartment.

High Winds was focused on putting a good deal of effort into to appear friendly and open to the other mare she assumed her new master would be keeping forever. She had long since known Soarin knew how to pick mares (seeing as he had selected her) but damn! Even with all her changeling help, she managed to have breasts larger than hers! Seeing as he picked a mare with a figure like Lighting Dust’s really sealed the deal on him.

“Ummm…” Lighting could only say now that she and the other mare had some proper alone time. There was something she needed off her chest. “Seeing as you are his girlfriend and all… does it bother you that I…. slept with Soarin a few times while we were in Appleloosa?”

“Heh, of course not!” High Winds giggled. “I would love it if Soarin slept with whoever he wanted! And… if he is a kind and understanding master, he’ll extend the same courtesy to us. But it is all up to him and how much of a leash he wants to keep us on after all.”

Lighting breathed a sigh a relief, loosely translating what the mare had said into ‘no’.

“I mean…” High Winds went on, adjusting and inspecting various objects around the room. “Practices like monogamy are dangerous! That’s part of the reason why changelings invaded Equestria in the first place! There are so many more mares in the world compared to stallions. The guys are going to have to learn to fuck more than one of us if all mares are going to get a part of the action!”

But Lighting Dust had missed that, having been focused on High Wind’s dresser in the back corner of the bedroom. High Winds had only turned around to see Lightning slipping on one of her tight black tank tops down her bare chest.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Say… is it ok if I borrow this?” Lighting asked, seemingly having already assumed it was ok.

“Ummmm, w-what are you doing?” High Winds replied.

“Oh come on, please?!” Lighting pleaded, tugging down the tank top. “I literally haven’t worn a single piece of clothing in weeks! I’m sure you haven’t either.” The garment didn’t seem to want to budge any further down, but the mare forced it. The end result being her sizable enhanced breasts straining against the tight black fabric. The tips of her breasts pressing up tight against the thin spread material until the point her nipples were clearly seen through it. “Damn… heh. Haven’t really gotten used to the new ‘girls’. I swear they are getting bigger…” Lighting remarked.

It was then High Winds remembered a crucial point, spotting Lightning Dust’s neck… Her bare collarless neck. Actually feeling a good deal of pity for the mare, knowing the pegasus had never experienced a truer sense of belonging or purpose. Well… luckily for her, she was here!

“Say, Lightning… have you considered, I don’t know… just not wearing clothes anymore?” High Winds asked trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “I mean, you must be used to it after living with Soarin in Appleloosa for so long.”

Lightning gave a slight blush as the fond memories of her time with the stallion rushed back. “Well s-sure! Letting him ogle my body all day was amazing and all…” she giggled lightly, “but if Equestria is really getting back to normal I can’t go around living as Soarin’s pet anymore. The press would be all over a celebrity like him if they ever caught wind of a stallion treating a women like that after Appleloosa!” High Winds let loose an adorable giggle earning her a rather puzzled look from the other mare who wondered if she had said something odd. “W-What’s so funny?”

“Tell me… what do you think normal means anyway?” High Winds asked still snickering, walking up close to the pegasus mare and grabbing the hem of her tank top Lightning wore and pulling it over her head, throwing the stretched garment in a nearby trash can.

“Ummm, I don’t know…? Conforming, going to work each day, not standing out as different, acting like everyone else… I guess.”

The mare purred rather closely to Lighting’s ear, slipping behind her back and gently rubbing her shoulders. A lone hand belonging to High Winds drifted back, where, as silently and as unseen as possible a familiar sex slave collar materialized into existence.

“Mmmmmmm…. Exactly…”