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- >It’s been a quite unusual time for you in your service to the Hive.
- >Fewer Masters have been using you recently, and more infrequently at that;
- >the ones who *do* deign to bless you with their spunk seem distracted,
- >nervous, inasmuch as you can tell while being speared on their wonderful cocks.
- >It’s been noticeable, though, even for you.
- >Still, even with the changes, you’ve got plenty to deal with regardless;
- >such as this young, excitable Changeling teen,
- >currently clutching your chest adorably as he pumps away at your hole.
- >An all-liquid diet of rich, protein-dense semen has given your skin a certain smoothness and luster,
- >which your current Master is testing with his tongue, suckling one flat nipple after the other,
- >though his sharp teeth are causing a bit more pain than you think he realizes.
- >Not that you would ever raise such a petty concern; you are his property, after all.
- >You wonder how many virgins have had their first experience with you,
- >such as this one, excitably thrusting in and out as he snuggles against your warm, hairless flesh,
- >reveling in the taste and comfort of his human slave.
- >If you had the use of your arms, you think you would pet him.
- >Boys like him are what make the cruel and apathetic old-timers bearable,
- >and his adorable, whimpering moan as he floods your colon with a weak stream of sticky seed,
- >well, it’s the sweetest sound you’ve heard in years.
- >He collapses onto your pudgy stomach, panting heavily in post-coital bliss –
- >a lot of the young ones like to use their snuggly warm fuck-toy as a pillow,
- >and you’ve been doing this far too long to mind. It’s almost humbling, in a way.
- >You relax against the soft, fleshy mound that serves as your bed.
- >Might as well –
- >”AAAAAAAAAHHH!”
- >A piercing, agonizing scream echoes through the halls, jolting you and your lover awake;
- >though he doesn’t seem to recognize its source, he leaves you regardless,
- >bolting off to discover the source of that horrible cry.
- >Are the Equestrians taking their revenge?
- >Was their some awful accident or disaster?
- >A hundred scenarios run through your mind, and you pray that none of your Masters have been hurt.
- >It turns out the truth of the matter is far more personal than you could ever imagine.
- ***
- >Her proposal had been as clear and absolute as thrice-cursed Celestia’s day.
- >Free the human, but endure his hardship;
- >you would be bound and mercilessly fucked by every single male in the Hive.
- >When you completed your duty, your love would be liberated,
- >and the two of you could be together, and make a decision about what you’d want to do next.
- >The sight of the poor, helpless man, restrained and used like cattle,
- >along with your own affection for his tender, caring features, had compelled you to say yes.
- >But, as you were held down by the same organic restraints he was,
- >worry and doubt stormed inside your head – what if he didn’t love you back?
- >why would he care about an ugly little weakling like yourself?
- >Still, there was no turning back from this.
- >And as those anxieties and apprehensions had brewed inside your mind,
- >a broad, muscular alpha male lined himself up with your virginal ass,
- >and shoved his massive, pulsating cock deep into your colon.
- >You screamed, a more horrible sound than anything you’d heard in your life.
- >A second, irritated Changeling took the initiative to silence you, ramming a thick penis down your throat,
- >brutally fucking your mouth as you moaned around it in mindless, all-consuming pain.
- >You currently find yourself many fuckings later, though the onslaught hasn’t lessened at all.
- >You feel sick from the gallons of slime pooling in your gut from both directions,
- >though much to the satisfaction of your brothers, you stopped screaming a long time ago.
- >Now, all you can do is cry.
- >Still, you know you must persevere;
- >your innocent and helpless object of affection goes through this every day of his life.
- ***
- >Your boy is holding up surprisingly well, considering you subjected him fully to the desires of the Hive.
- >From your royal seat, you can see the bluish haze of his eyes, lidded and dulled from hours of relentless abuse,
- >his stomach and colon a veritable sack of mushy green semen.
- >Still, his inklings of affection, however foolish, have not wavered;
- >even now he thinks of the human, of that creature’s daily burden,
- >with a guilt and solemnity you find truly astonishing.
- >Hmm.
- >You infiltrate the mind of one of your more dominant sons,
- >surreptitiously reading his thoughts as he pistons in and out of the younger one’s throat.
- >He isn’t much worried for the boy’s safety,
- >instead preoccupied with his annoying tendency to scrape his fangs along the sides of his glistening cock.
- >Oh, well. True changeling love is rare for a reason; your niche does not exactly foster kindness, after all,
- >and your cold, angular bodies are mutually unsatisfying without some form of transformation,
- >a process so energy-intensive that you forbid its exercise outside of love harvests.
- >And, of course, this submissive, Hive-bound weakling has never even seen a pony to imitate in the first place.
- >You impatiently tap your hoof on the armrest,
- >monitoring the invisible currents of love as they radiate from the bound,
- >stuffed, and gagged victim lying beneath you.
- >Hm. It doesn’t seem like his will is going to break. You guess the slave will be freed after all,
- >and from there he’ll be free to do whatever he chooses.
- >The spectacle of incestuous rutting has started to bore you;
- >besides, you’ve got a few hours to burn before the last of the males have their way with their helpless,
- >love-stricken brother. You head off to prepare a restoration spell in advance.
- ***
- >By the time the sun sets on the Hive, you’ve been broken more thoroughly than you’d imagined possible.
- >Semen trickles down from the side of your mouth,
- >your gut packed beyond reason with the slimy spunk of a hundred Changelings.
- >You can’t say you’re really thinking of anything anymore.
- >Not the human, not your abusers, not your Queen, not even the taste,
- >the salty, choking taste that will stay with you for the rest of your life.
- >As the last, straggling changeling buries himself into your ass,
- >a final blast of gooey cum is squirted into a thick pool of it.
- >Still, the poor, helpless human is subjected to this every single day.
- >You are helping him.
- >A resounding series of hoofsteps approaches, and you unfurl your tongue without even opening your eyes,
- >anticipating the warm, bulbous shape of a cock to slide down your throat.
- >What happens instead takes you by surprise.
- >”Well, then, my most unusual spawn…”
- >Your eyes bolt open to reveal your Queen standing before you,
- >tall and noble, as the rest of the Changeling Hive had departs.
- >”Congratulations on your success, little one. I honestly didn’t think you’d do it.”
- >She paces about in front of you, examining your sad, bloated flesh.
- >”Still, you could use a little… freshening up before you reunite with your love.”
- >A warm, comforting glow emanates from her horn, enveloping you in a haze.
- >You feel your bruised and ruptured flesh heal itself by Chrysalis’ power,
- >and gallons of backed-up semen vanish from your stomach and colon before your very eyes;
- >all in all, it takes about a minute for the Queen to cast her spell,
- >and she comes out looking quite worse for wear.
- >As one final thing, the bindings on your fore and back hooves are undone,
- >and you stand up after an interminable gauntlet of sex.
- >”Hm… that was a rather expensive spell, young one. I hope you prove yourself worthy of it. Now,”
- >Chrysalis points toward the recreational chamber.
- >“Go, be with your love.”
- >You gallop out without a moment to spare.
- ***
- >You’re just about to start worrying when a single, solitary changeling rushes towards you,
- >a curious grin on his face as he makes his way to your bed.
- >That’s strange. You don’t recognize this fellow. A little one, too.
- >He approaches you, and you subserviently roll out your tongue for his waiting cock;
- >instead, he kisses you, his serpentine tongue enthusiastically exploring your mouth.
- >What?
- >Behind him, you see the figure of the Changeling Queen approach you,
- >and you feel your restraints melting away as a green phosphorescence surrounds you,
- >your hands and feet unbound for the first time in countless months.
- >”I see you have met your savior, Human.”
- >Chrysalis saunters up to you, smirking as you gaze at her behind the young Changeling boy sucking your face.
- >You try to talk, but the colt’s pretty enthusiastic, and so Chrysalis plucks him away with telekinesis.
- >”I suppose you’re due an explanation, and I must apologize for my son’s… enthusiasm.”
- “C-Chrys… Queen..”
- >”Do not talk; your voice has degraded rather terribly from abuse. Think.”
- >A curious presence is felt in your mind, and Chrysalis’ eyes shine green as her thoughts manifest in your mind.
- >”I can heal your wounds in time, but for now, telepathy will suffice.”
- “…what? What’s happening?”
- >”You are free.”
- >…
- >Those three simple words cause you unimaginable panic;
- >worry and confusion, dread and fear, and your Queen is privy to all of it.
- >Chrysalis wears an alarmed frown as she processes your desperate response.
- >”You do not want to be free? How curious. Well, human, allow me to share the past day, by way of explanation:”
- >A stream of events and emotions flash in front of your eyes,
- >the Changeling beside you sacrificing his innocence for your freedom,
- >being impaled upon dozens of… wonderful… cocks, but tortured and bruised as even you were in those early days.
- >Wait…
- >This boy has been seeing you nightly? What in the Hive is going on…? Love?
- >”You seem a bit confused, human. Yes, this changeling loves you,
- >and he submitted himself to your torment to earn your freedom.”
- >Chrysalis wears a smirk as the slight Changeling drone glances from her to you in ignorance.
- >”I’d never expected you to break so completely, though. You don’t seem to want that freedom.”
- >The the earnest affirmations of submission and deference,
- >flowing from your mind to your magnificent Queen, confirm this better than words ever could.
- >”Most curious.” Chrysalis glances toward the helpless drone suspended in the air.
- >”Well… It seems appropriate to bring your admirer into this talk –
- >you both have earned the right to follow any path you please.”
- >The young Changeling’s beautiful, irisless eyes widen in shock,
- >as Chrysalis floods his consciousness with your feelings and memories;
- >the three of you telepathically bound as intimate conversants.
- >”So, my slutty little boys. Where do we go from here?”
- >…
- “I’ll… stay.”
- >The boy turns to you in shock. ”W-what are you –“
- “It’s okay.”
- >…
- >He really is an adorable fellow – soft, dainty curves, demurely quivering lip,
- >and deep, radiant discs of blue you feel you could get lost in for hours.
- >You take your Changeling lover by the cheek and press your lips to his –
- >smooth, cold, and surprisingly pleasant to the touch,
- >he offers little resistance as you slip inside his mouth,
- >gently tracing his razor-sharp canines and thin, forked tongue with your own.
- >You feel a pair of perforated legs wrap around your neck as he leans into the kiss,
- >your tongues intertwined in a passionate display of love.
- >For what you’d both gone through, it is a refreshing change of pace.
- >”Hm, hm, hm. Well, now, I’ll leave you to your desires. Have a fun night, my children.”
- >You barely notice as Chrysalis saunters off; you’ve got quite a long night ahead of you, indeed.
- Fin
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