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Customized by the Hive

Part 2

For faceless_lord

By Draconicon

Applejack managed to last another day before she succumbed to the temptations that the queen of the changelings offered her. The need to cum was so hard to resist, the addiction to the pleasure of her cock impossible for her to ignore. She submitted to the queen and was collared with a ring of resin around her neck, marked with more of it running up and down her body. She didn't know what it was for, but she knew that she had been taken by the hive in a way that no mare should ever let someone take her.

They were not entirely unkind. They were always there, always edging her, feeding that addiction of hers. Whenever her cock went up, one of the changelings was there. They didn't bother shifting to their pony forms any longer; instead, they were just fine with sliding their black-shelled bodies against her cock, grinding on her, knowing that she was so horny that her cock would stay up no matter what they looked like.

And they were right. She couldn't resist them, and she didn't want to. All she wanted was to cum.

She groaned every time that she felt a pussy or an asshole rubbing its way down her cock, feeling just how tight and warm they were. She moaned every time that one of them brought a foot to her shaft, rubbing it and squeezing it from the top to the bottom. She screamed when they were good enough to lick her balls while she was fucking another of them.

Through it all, she fed them, giving them the affection and the lust that they needed to survive. She was a battery, a field to harvest, and they were keen to harvest anything that they could from her.

Yet, through it all, she still maintained some level of hope that she might be rescued. She had no idea what would happen, or when it might happen, or how, but she maintained that hope as something that might give her the freedom that she still hoped to have. Rarity and the others might come for her, eventually. Might. Hopefully would.

And as she waited, as she hoped, she sank further and further into debauchery, her cock becoming her entire world, her balls swelling and churning ever-more. She wore the collar of the hive, the resin belt of them, the little nipple 'piercings' that they hooked to the sides of her breasts to make them look even bigger. They were all part of the display that made her look almost like some sexual cow, some thing to be milked of all that she had to offer rather than a sexual partner.

By the time that two weeks had passed, her cock had become her addiction in a way that nothing else had ever come close to. She thought about the next time that she'd be milked almost as much as she thought about being rescued. She thought about a hole sliding down her cock almost as much as she thought about being in her own bed. The idea of having another orgasm was almost as good as being with -

"Hmmm, you seem to be holding back on us now..."

Applejack gasped, drawn out of her own fantasies by the voice of the queen. She stared at Chrysalis as she walked over, the tall mare looking down at her. Skinnier today, Applejack noticed, not as thick in the chest and hips as she had been the last time. Why? Who knew, but the queen was keen on changing looks fairly often.

Chrysalis grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look up, to stare into her eyes. Applejack went along with it, groaning under her breath.

"What do you want?" she muttered.

"I thought that you were submitting, girl. But it seems that you still think that you can be rescued."

"Mmmph...why do you say that?"

"Because your begging isn't as strong as I'd like...and because you still have cum in your balls..."

"What does that matter?"

"It means that you're not giving us everything."

"I've given you...I've given..."

She groaned as Chrysalis gripped her balls, rubbing them, rolling them in the palm of her hand. She arched her back, thrusting forward, grunting dumbly.

"Now, now, little mare. You're lying again. You might be addicted to your cock, but maybe we've been a little too nice to you. You're thinking that you should just get it, that you should have that need fulfilled without giving us anything else. A slave of the hive shouldn't be thinking like that. Come to think of it, you shouldn't be thinking at all."

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"You should be consumed with the need to serve, to lust for us all the time. No more fantasies, no more holding back. And I know just how to get you into that state, little mare."

"Mmph...what...what are you..."

"I'm going to leave you helpless, again. And this time, we're going to teach you a different way of getting off."

Chrysalis smiled, licking her lips as she started to drool with the changeling resin. Applejack could only watch, still hanging from the ceiling as the queen leaned down. She drooled over the mare's cock, running that green slime up and down along the shaft, almost like she was drawing with it.

Wherever the slime landed, it hardened almost immediately. A ring of it formed right behind the flare that was almost omnipresent, and then little lines turned to bars as they ran down towards the base of her cock.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

The resin somehow tightened as it hardened, squeezing into her cock flesh. The squeeze was enough to make a vein or two pop along the shaft, and she gasped as the head grew all the more sensitive, painfully so against the soft breeze of the queen's fluttering wings. She shivered, her body feeling like it was catching fire from just how sensitive she was, every single puff of air making her feel it. She twisted in her bindings, trying to roll her hips back, but the queen just grabbed her by the balls again and pulled her forward.

"Ah, ah..."

That long tongue traced a circle around the base of her shaft, running down and under her balls, then forward around the front. Three different rings, each one pulling at her, pushing her balls down, and then pulling her cock forward all the more. She groaned under her breath, curling her toes tightly.

"Nnngh...ah...ah..."

Her cock throbbed as the rings tightened. Two more 'bars' of resin were laid against her shaft, almost like it was forcing her cock to stay pointed forward, not allowing it to curl. It was a stiff rod, something to be teased, something to be noticed, something to stand out and keep the attention of others.

Not that it had ever gone completely soft since it had grown in and transformed, but it was now all the more noticeable, impossible to ignore. She stared down at it, her pre-cum rolling out through the tip for a moment or two before it was cut off. Almost instantly, her balls felt fuller, and her cock felt like it was swelling in the rings. She groaned, arching her back, thrusting forward desperately as the queen let her go.

"Nnnngh...gah...mmmph! What did you - nngh! Let me go! Let me cum!"

Chrysalis chuckled as Applejack flailed, the sudden pressure on her cock something too new for her to know how to deal with. All she could do was spasm and shake, thrusting and humping the air. Even though the sensitivity made her all the more pleasured from that, even though it did more than the air-humping used to do, there was no way for her to cum. She couldn't get off, even when she thrust her hips forward and made her cock land against her stomach. Even the hyper-sensitive tip wasn't able to get her off this time.

"NNNNGH!"

"You're not cumming from that anymore," Chrysalis said.

"Why not?!"

"Because good girls submit to the hive. Good mares give in. You didn't."

"I just...I just..."

"You'll get off, but not that way. Not for a while."

"Mmmph...please...I...I..."

"The rings will keep you from getting off. My drones will allow you some release later, but not relief."

"Nnnngh...mmmph...please...please..."

She felt like all the pre-cum that had been flooding from her cock was completely backed up now, unable to leave her cock. It felt like her balls were swelling up, getting bigger, and she couldn't stop herself from humping the air. Everything felt so good down there, but it wasn't able to hit that point of climax.

Her addiction was riding her hard, and there was no getting away from that. She whimpered, bucking her hips, begging like a beast.

It didn't work. Chrysalis instead reached down, gripping her by the ankle and slowly lifting her leg. She hissed and huffed and puffed as her ankle was held tight, her sole pointed towards the queen. A long-nailed finger dragged along the bottom, the sensation almost enough to tickle her, almost enough to get her to giggle, but not quite. The queen smiled.

"I think my drone was right when he called you 'sexy-foot.'"

"Mmmph...w-what does...that matter?"

"My drones have a taste for a young mare's soles. I will let them teach you how to please them with these."

"Nnnngh...I...I don't...have..."

"Sexy feet?"

"No. Feet aren't..."

"You came on enough of them, Applejack. Don't lie."

The orange-furred mare groaned deep in her throat, particularly as she couldn't entirely challenge that. She had been milked again and again and again, and the feet of the changelings, and the queen, had drawn out some of her bigger orgasms. But that didn't mean that feet were sexy. It didn't mean that hers were sexy. Sure as heck, there was no way that she would be able to cum from her feet.

Yet, the changeling queen still held her by the ankle, slowly leaning down and licking around her ankle. The slime pressed against her flesh, tightening into a shackle of resin, and the queen flicked another line of it towards the ceiling. It came down like a flexible wire, attached to the edge of the shackle. Applejack's cheeks burned as she felt something...different, some sort of odd fascination with that feeling of her foot being rendered helpless.

Distracted as she was with her bound cock, she barely noticed the same thing happening to her other foot. She was restrained with her arms over her head and her feet hanging from flexible wires, suspended by the ankles so that she was in a strange, floating, seated position. Her toes curled as she blushed, feeling the queen staring down at her soles. She'd never been self-conscious about her feet before, but the way that the queen stared at them, she made them feel almost like they were another sexual organ.

"Why...why them..."

"Because you are trying to resist. And the more you resist, the more that I'll have to break."

"Mmmph..."

"You know you love it."

"I hate it! And I hate you!"

"You really are a bad liar."

She chuckled, stroking her finger along the bottom of the mare's sole. The light touch did more this time, sending a tingle through her as the sharp nail ran from the bottom of her heel all the way up to the ball of her foot. Tickle, tingle, tickle, tingle. Her spine felt little shocks running up and down it, and she bit her lips to keep from letting out a surprised moan.

Why...why...

Chrysalis patted her foot gently, a little pat and tap to the sole, and then turned around. Her ass seemed to grow as she walked away, and soon, Applejack was left alone again.

In the semi-dark, there was nothing to distract her from her cock. It was throbbing, begging for attention, and she couldn't reach down to touch it. Even the slight pleasure that she'd been able to get from thrusting forward and bumping it against her chest or her belly was gone. All that was left was the occasional pleasure that she got from blowing over the head, and even that was hardly helping. The rings were worse than the torment before, keeping her right on the edge, but making that edge keep running further and further away from her. It was like every time she came close to cumming, the mark she needed to reach was pulled just a little further away, making her have to reach even further.

Worse, the pleasure didn't go back down. It was like everything she felt was just pinned there, bound like she was. She didn't start getting less sensitive, nor did that burning, tight feeling in her crotch go away just because she ignored it. It stayed right where it was at, only ever going up, never going down.

There was no ignoring it. She needed something that would keep her from thinking about it, something that was different to her cock, something that...

Chrysalis had said that some of the drones were interested in her feet, right? Would they be coming to play with them later? Or was she just fooling herself?

No, I don't want...my feet aren't sexy!

And yet, she could feel every drop of sweat on them right at that moment. She was so sensitive she could count them. Twenty droplets on her left foot, twenty-three on the right - no, twenty-two, two of them had just merged and become one bigger one, slowly running down her foot like they were a tingling, teasing sort of torment that she had to deal with. It was like someone stroking her foot again, just like Chrysalis had done, and she whimpered, biting her lips as she felt the pleasure rising again.

It doesn't work like that. It doesn't work like that.

And yet, her feet were feeling some strange tickling pleasure just from the sensation of wet sweat drops running down along the bottom of her sole. She gritted her teeth, trying to push it out of her head, but that only left her focusing on her cock again. Applejack wanted to scream, but with her cock pointing up, that would only push her breath over the tip of her dick.

Dagnabbit!

The hours passed. Eventually, her feet consumed her thoughts, feeling each tracing droplet running down from her toes. Some of them moved along the arch of her foot, while others were drawn over to the hard point on the outside curve of her foot. Others made it all the way down to her heel, collecting in a small dangling bit on the bottom of her foot, and then dripped to the floor.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

The only sound to interrupt her panting was the occasional drip-drop-splat of her sweat running down her feet to the floor. Her cock twitched every so often as the droplets ran from the tips of her toes along the bottom of her foot, getting more and more twitchy and needy the further that the droplet went. It started to feel almost like a tongue working its way along the underside of her cock, like every droplet making its journey down was an eager tongue teasing her. The short trips were barely worth it, but the ones that made it from her toes to her heel were as good as a tongue going from her balls to her tip.

The flare had swollen around the edge of the ring, her cock feeling and looking thicker than ever. Her balls felt like they had completely covered her pussy, almost making her forget that it was there. Her tongue hung out, the resin around her nipples pulling, tensing, squeezing. Were her breasts slightly bigger? Her nipples? Maybe. She couldn't tell, couldn't think of whether they were or not. All she knew was that it felt amazing and torturous at the same time.

She leaned her head back, resting it against her arms. She was so out of it, so impossibly dazed, that she couldn't think of anything but the need for relief. Relief from what? She didn't know.

Thump, thump, thump. The sound of footsteps coming from down the hall filled her ears. She groaned as she lifted her head to look, her eyes widening slowly at the sight of the different changelings walking in.

They were all herms, each one showing breasts and cock as they walked into the room. Empty green-blue eyes looked her over, but their eyes didn't go to her breasts, her ass, or even to her cock. Instead, they went right to her feet.

They walked up to her, forming a half-circle of six individuals, each of them leaning in. Some looked at her left foot, the other the right, but they both looked hungrier than any stallion that she'd caught looking at her breasts or her ass. She squirmed, trying to pull her feet back, but the shackles and wires kept them pulled forward. She curled her toes, only to gasp at the strange sensitivity that came from that, the way that it made her feet feel so...so exposed.

"Nnngh...don't...look..."

"Why not, sexy-foot?" one changeling asked, and his breath across her toes made her cock jump. "You've got sexy soles. We're going to be teaching you how to use them."

"Nnngh...don't...don't touch..."

"We'll do more than touch."

He flicked her across the arch, the sharp shock of a finger slapping her sole making her jerk in her restraints. The sting went right up her leg and -

Pmmf. Her balls churned all the harder, almost like they were growing slightly from the stinging impact. Her mouth hung open, and she stared down at her groin.

No way...no cotton-picking way...

Yet, her cock throbbed, and she knew that some part of her had enjoyed that. It was impossible, but there it was.

The changelings giggled to themselves in their chittering, hissing way, and they started pulling out different toys and tools. Some of them had little rods, some made of metal, some not. Some had little plants, covered in needles and stingers. Some carried feathers and other things like that.

"Let's see what we can make her do," the changeling that called her 'sexy-foot' said.

What they could make her do, it turned out, was scream. Applejack threw her head back with a shriek as the feathers started, twitching up and down the bottoms of her feet, dancing along her arches. The little bursts of laugh-inducing tickles grew exponentially with each little flick of the soft things along her feet, running along the arch, up to the ball of her foot, and then back down. They darted along in diagonal lines that left her shrieking, screaming.

For the first time in hours, she was focused on something other than her cock, other than the little droplets that had been running along her soles. It was something so intense that it blocked out everything else, making her think of that and only that.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She screamed with laughter, her legs shaking, spasming, her thighs clenching and her toes trying to curl. The changelings grabbed her feet, holding them by the shackles and by her toes, and she was completely pinned.

Somehow, that only made it worse. The feeling of her feet being completely helpless, the sensation of having them wanted and obsessed over, the way that the shackles reminded her that they were the toys and playthings of other people rather than part of her own body: all of it added up to more pleasure than she knew what to do with.

The feathers danced along her feet, moving down to her heels, just for a moment of half-mercy, letting her go from shrieking with laughter to just giggling, only to streak up along the arch to the toes. Applejack wheezed with laughter as they darted between her toes, no longer having the air to scream.

"Ple-he-heee-heeeease! Mer-cee-hee-hee!"

It had no effect on them. They kept ticking and tormenting her feet for as long as they liked, dancing their feathers and even their half-clawed fingers along her feet, finding every sensitive place that they could. One tickle, two, three, each making her laugh again, stealing her breath away.

As the intense tickling kept on, her cock danced to the treatment that her feet were getting, almost like something was happening to her soles. It was like there was a direct link between her feet and her cock forming, something that had already started with the sweat but was now getting so much worse.

Applejack tried to think it through, but there was no thinking when the tickling was happening, nothing like thinking at all. Up, down, up, down those feathers danced, and she was left completely helpless. She could only shriek, laugh, giggle, and squirm.

Then, suddenly -

SMACK!

One of the metal rods hit her right across the middle of her foot, right along the arch and across to the other side. The stinging smack made her scream for a whole different reason, arching her back, her cock pointed towards the ceiling and her legs shaking from her ankles all the way to her upper thighs.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Naughty sexy-foot," the changeling said. "You think you don't deserve punishing? Let's punish these feet..."

SMACK!

Just like that, they went from tickling her feet to punishing them. Each smack of the rod sent a lightning bolt of pain right up from her sole to her crotch, and she gasped and screamed and - surprisingly - continued to moan from the abuse. She whimpered, curling her toes until they slid their fingers between them and pulled them back and out of the way. Every blow was a burning feeling right through the entirety of her foot, leaving her unable to think, unable to focus on anything but the budding torment along the bottom of her feet.

Smack, smack, smack. The rods came down again and again, making her feet burn from the impacts. They would tap lightly from time to time, giving her the chance to catch her breath, only to come down with a smack that felt even harder than usual. Hard ones would come over and over again, and then slow, then lighten, then start again at random.

SMACK!

Another hard one that drew a scream from her lips. Her feet ached, burned, but at the same time, felt oddly...right. The intense sensations from her soles were doing just as much as the tickles had done, almost like someone was smacking her cock around until she started spitting pre-cum from it. Her balls churned away relentlessly, never giving her a break, never letting her have a moment to recover.

"Yeah, you like it, sexy-foot?"

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"You like getting your feet tortured?"

"N-no..."

"You're lying, sexy-foot."

SMACK!

Another sharp shock, and her foot stung and burned all the hotter. She whimpered, hanging from her wrists and shaking from head to toe. The changelings rubbed her feet, spreading the pain and the sweat around. One of them leaned in, licking at her arch before nibbling on the side of her foot.

"We'll teach you truth..."

She didn't know how long she hung from her arms getting her feet tortured, but she knew that it had to be a fairly long time. Her arms were aching so badly that they had to let her down at one point, holding her by her legs so that she couldn't escape and they could still torment her. Her cock ached, it was so hard, and eventually, they reached a point where they had to drain her so her balls didn't feel like they were going to pop.

It was a weird feeling. One of them wiggled a finger under the swollen flare at the head of her cock, and it pulled at the ring, dragging it down just a bit. Another pulled at the one at the base of her cock, allowing barely any slack.

It didn't feel like she was getting any relief as all the pre-cum that had been held back came out. If anything, it felt little different than relieving her bladder, except that there was a gentler, slimier flow to it. Pre-cum flowed out of her cock for nearly three minutes as it was all drained from her, allowed to come free, splattering onto the floor and then into a bucket when they thought to get one.

She felt better, but not relieved. She felt like she'd just had some of the pressure and the pain taken off.

Even that was soon taken away from her as they put her back to hanging from the ceiling as soon as the aches were gone from her arms. They had her feet forced forward again, and this time, they did something even nastier. They took out the plants, and they slooooowly dragged them over her soles.

Almost instantly, Applejack felt the stinging pain and itch of stinging nettles along the bottom of her feet. She screamed, kicking, trying to drag her feet together to grind her toenails against her soles, but the changelings and the bondage stopped her.

"Please! No, no, no, it itches! It itcheeeeeees!"

She was bouncing against her own arms, desperately trying to scratch her feet on something, anything. The torture was just as strong as anything else they had done, and it only got worse as they forced her toes apart, dragging the leaves between them, affecting every square inch of her feet.

"NNNNNNNGH!"

Begging them to scratch her feet was as humiliating as she expected, but what else was she supposed to do? Just hang there, wait for some relief that might never come? No, she needed to do this, needed relief. She begged with whimpers and moans and gasps and grunts, but they never gave it to her.

Instead, they grabbed the bucket of her pre-cum and slowly poured that over her feet. That, in turn, only trapped the burning, itching feeling against her skin, keeping the air from eventually blowing the stingers off of her feet.

The scream that followed echoed through the caverns like nothing else.

Torment, tickles, burning pain. Pleasure, licking, nibbling fun. Then the torment again. It came in daily cycles, never giving her a chance to rest, the changelings taking it in shifts to break her. Her feet were slowly getting more and more sensitive, losing what little protection they had from calluses and more as the changelings worked her feet to the bone.

One day turned three, then six, and she lost her voice. She couldn't speak, couldn't scream. They gave her a day off from active torment, though they still coated her feet in nettles, letting the plants hang over her toes and soles so that any movement tormented them even more for the seventh day.

The eighth day rolled around, and this time, Chrysalis came by with the changeling crew. Applejack's feet itched horribly, and she presented them obediently. As the changelings came closer, staring at her feet, it felt like every eye on her soles was a lick, a tease, a stroke along her cock. The constant torture had given her feet some kind of link with her dick, and whether that was a psychological one or a real one, she didn't know. All she knew was that it felt good to have the changelings staring at her big feet.

And they were big feet, big from working in the field, and swollen and soft from all the nettle treatment that they had been getting. They were sensitive, too, far more sensitive than the big things had been at the start of her imprisonment. Even a breath of wind made her feel so good, and the times that the changelings had spent licking her feet and playing with them during the nice days had been wonderful, almost too good to be true. She panted as she felt Chrysalis looking at them, too, and she whimpered as she lifted her feet slightly, pressing them together to form a fuck-hole of sorts with her arches.

"P-please...let me..."

"You want to cum?"

"I want your cum...on my feet..."

That had been the one thing that they hadn't done much of when they were tormenting her and pleasing her. As soon as they found out how sensitive her feet were, and how much she enjoyed having them fuck her soles, they had kept it to nothing but licking and punishing. She whimpered as Chrysalis grabbed the wires over her shackles, pulling her feet forward, almost touching them against her shaft.

"I thought you didn't think feet were sexy, little mare?"

"They...they are..."

"Are yours?"

"Yes..."

"Why?"

"Because...because they're big...and soft...and they get sweaty and lubed for big...big changeling cock..."

Applejack whimpered as she said that, feeling her toes curling already at the thought of having the queen's ovipositor between her feet. She wondered how that would feel, to give a footjob to something that big and magnificent, to feel it oozing juices over her feet. It would get rid of the stinging, too, she'd bet.

Thinking wasn't her strong suit at that moment, admittedly. She hadn't cum in eight days, and she didn't know what else she was supposed to do. She just wanted to cum. Her addiction had been too strong to think through, and the stimulation that she'd gotten on her feet had been enough to addict her to something else. She whimpered, rubbing her feet together, spreading the itch along the top of her soles and then fanning her toes to try and look more appealing.

"Please, fuck my feet."

Chrysalis chuckled.

"Please, what?"

"Please...please..."

"What am I?"

"You...you're..."

"Say it, little mare."

"You're...my...mistress..."

It was that tiny bit of her still holding out that kept from saying 'queen.' She could at least hold that back. She could at least keep that little, tiny bit of rebellion alive. Why? She didn't know. That part was buried, but that little piece of what it wanted had bubbled up to the top. She might be a pleasure slave, now, but she wasn't a subject of the changeling queen. Not yet.

Chrysalis cocked her head to the side. She looked puzzled for a moment, then put on a knowing smile.

"I see...Well, we'll deal with that in a moment. For now..."

The queen lifted her ovipositor, rubbing it a few times before it got hard. She pressed it against Applejack's stinging feet, the slime oozing from the tip doing little for the mare, but giving the queen a layer of protective slime between her and the little needles in the mare's soles. And then, she thrusted.

The feeling of something so thick, so powerful, so dominant between her feet, the sensation of giving a footjob again, was enough. As if she'd just had her clit sucked, she arched her back, and she came. Not from her clit, not from her cock, but from her feet. Her soles spasmed, her toes curled and twitched like her inner walls might have once done or like her cock had done, and the pleasure rippled out from there.

"Good little slut," Chrysalis said, and in her haze of pleasure, Applejack managed to nod in agreement.

The End

Summary: The training of Applejack as a slave for the hive continues, this time focusing on her feet.

Tags: H/H, bondage, changeling, Chrysalis, MLP, Applejack, series, rule 34, foot fetish, nudity, chastity, edging, cock ring, humiliation, embarrassment, foot torture, itching, orgasm, cum, training, anthro ponies, anthro mlp,