Located in a far off pert of Equestria there was a changeling hive like no other, led by no Queen, just a council of four Changlings. They had parted from the Queens nest long ago, determined to find a more reliable food source then the unstable emotions of the local populace, they were called mad but undeterred they build their own hive from the ground up, now the hive was flourishing stronger then any hive before them.

The Councils task at the very beginning was to seek out beings of great power, but obsolete power corrupts absolutely and the hive as it stood now made Queen Chrysalis’s hive look like a luxury care home. The construction of the hive bared the same resemblance to any other, but instead of the hive projecting a field around and within it making any magic other then their own useless the hive was bursting with a mixture of many sources of magic, very tempting for many would-be explorers, but once they came close it would consume them, knocking them out cold, no matter their species, magic capable or otherwise. Once the toxic mixture of magic had knocked out a victim the hive would be alerted and would bring them inside, a specially made collar with a magical relic within it would be placed upon them suppressing the effects magic fields effects.

Bellows of laughter flooded the halls of the hive, it was the lifeblood of the changlings plan, the unique mixture of emotions that they were forced to experience was like no other food source they could ever imagine, if it weren’t for it turning the hive into tortured laughter obsessed monsters it would be the perfect food source. Each of the many chambers contained creatures in a variety of situations, one of note was a new captive, a white Earth Stallion, with a dark red mane and tail and a broom as his cutie mark, the poor stallions body was trapped in a wall as if he was led on a vertical mattress but the body touching the mattress had then sunk into it, he was desperately pounding and kicking at the solid wall his body was stuck in as laughter poured from his mouth.

On the other side of the wall it was very clear as to why, magical crystals around the room were responsible for a couple of large and very soft glowing feathers caressing the poor stallions dick that was jiggling around, twitching and his sack clenching against his body. It was all the helpless genitals could do to try and defend itself, not that it helped in the slightest.

The nameless stallion couldn’t take it, no matter how much he slammed his trembling hooves at the wall he couldn’t break free, the wall didn’t have so much as a scratch from his desperate efforts, all his endless pounding and kicking seemed to be doing was hurting himself, the wall seemed completely impervious to any impact he could enact upon it.

Stimulation was stimulation, not before long his laughter broke up with moans intermixed, all the caressing no matter how tickly had brought him to the edge and he was about to go over, and with the next stroke of his sack it was done.
The stallion pounded his hooves all at once at the solid wall between him and his privates, he let out several deep moans as four spouts of cum shot out of his trembling dick that was still being caressed by the torturous feathers, but his cum never hit the floor though, as soon as it was airborne the crystals around the stallion changed colour from a light green to a dark orange, the feathers dissipated and every drop of his love goop was enveloped with the same orange aura as it floated into the nearest patch of green changling goo that covered the walls like veins, once inside it quickly diluted within the green sludge, flowed down the veins and out of sight.

It was then the stallion started pounding at the wall with renewed vigour, laughter sprouting forth from his mouth once more as the crystals returned to their previous hue, the tickly feathers returning to his sensitive stallionhood.
“No, NO THATS ENOUGH HAHAHA, YOU HAVE TO STO-aaaaaaAAAAHAHAHAHAA, please I be-BUHAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAHEHE!”

But they never would, he would be milked and tickled and tickled and milked till he passes out, giggling and jiggling in his slumber, occasionally orgasming in his sleep, till he wakes up bursting into laughter before even fully awake in a endless circle of torture.