Strange Waifus: Tapping the Bug Butt

>Imagine your hands stroking that black, chitinous carapace, rough and hard, but pliant enough to not be uncomfortable to hold.
>Her forelegs drape over your shoulders, the weight of her body resting on you, as she brings you in closer.
>Half-lidded, pupil-less eyes stare into yours, as the changeling slowly moves in for a kiss.
>You lock lips with the creature. The lips feel softer than they look, and the fangs are surprisingly unobtrusive.
>Her tongue worms its way into your mouth, and your tongue goes out to meet its charge.
>While this battle rages on, the changeling positions herself over your right leg, and begins grinding her rear against your thigh.
>Her juices quickly coat your jeans, and she begins moaning into the kiss you're both still preoccupied with.
>Your erection has been raging for some time now, but both her grinding and the sound of her moaning are bringing you very close to the edge.
>But she gets there first, breaking off the kiss as her moans of ecstasy reach a crescendo, and her orgasm drenches your pants.
>You look into her eyes once more, only to see her staring at the bulge down below.
>Moving her off of your leg, you unzip your pants, and slide them and your underwear off in one smooth motion.
>Your dick bounces into view, and the changeling follows its every movement as if it were hypnotised
>She regains her composure as you move around to her rear, grasping her flanks in the palms of your hands.
>They are just as hard as many other portions of her anatomy, but grasping a pony's rear during sex is, by now, a force of habit for you.
>You move her tail to the side, and her vulva comes into view.
>The lips are tinged an emerald green, becoming darker as the skin radiates outward.
>You pause for a moment at her entrance, before moving your phallus into the vagina proper.

>She feels just like any other pony on the inside: soft, warm, and coated in delicious, delicious sexual lubricants.
>But you knew that from the beginning, didn't you?
>Just because she looked different, didn't mean that- wait.
>What was that?
>As you once again approach your climax, a pair of digits grasp your member.
>You try to pull out, but they have you stuck fast.
>"Don't worry, I won't h... hurt you," says the changeling, through laboured breaths. "I want you to... to come inside. P... please."
>Well, that's all the convincing you need.
>It may have been weird, and a little bit frightening, but wasn't that exactly what the ponies said to expect?
>And it was hardly a bad thing that they were right, in this case.
>After all, you liked weird.
>Your dick spasms violently, as you unleash the orgasm that had been holding inside for the last several weeks.
>This seems to trigger a second orgasm in the changeling girl, and her hips excitedly buck back into yours, as she once again cries out in orgasmic pleasure.
>Her juices mix with your own, trickling their way down the inside of her thighs.
>The digits relax their grip, and you are finally able to move away from her rear.
>You move yourself back around to her front side, and give her another kiss on the lips, though not one as involved as the last.
>She wraps her front hooves around you, and you gladly return the gesture.
>Lying yourself sideways on the bed, her laying in front of you, you feel more comfortable in this bed than you can ever remember feeling anywhere else.
>And, staring at the girl opposite you, it's not hard to see why.
>Slowly but surely, no matter how hard you try to keep your eyes on the face of that beautiful bughorse, you inevitably succumb to unconsciousness.
>But you know she'll be there tomorrow.
>That thought alone is enough to put a smile on your sleeping face.