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- >Lying on your bed of squishy, organic mucous, the Hive around you softly sleeping,
- >you don’t quite know how to feel about the situation you find yourself in.
- >Merrily buzzing away as he straddles your face, your Changeling lover is gulping down your dick,
- >sliding his tongue up and down your shaft as you do the same with his own.
- >He isn’t the biggest or the strongest of your Masters, but his dainty little cock is as tasty as any;
- >the adorable little gasps he makes as you suckle his length are a reward in and of themselves.
- >You run your hands along his smooth, shiny carapace –
- >you never realized just how much you missed the freedom of your limbs until now,
- >feeling the texture of his svelte flanks under your fingertips.
- >His thin, slithery tongue feels divine, and not just for being the first to pleasure you in months;
- >your Changeling is doing the best he can to coat every inch of your dick in slimy, tingly warmth.
- >Even now it’s almost unbearable, and you know you’ll be feeding him soon.
- >Hmm.
- >You reach your hands slightly further back, and find a tight, puckered hole just beneath his swishing tail.
- >You suppose he deserves a reward.
- >Very gently, you slide your index finger into the Changeling’s depths,
- >and the moaning of his soft mouth send you into a climax:
- >several ounces of warm, gooey semen pour into his gullet,
- >and you suck his dick aggressively until he too reaches his limit,
- >a flood of tasty Changeling cum, your favorite meal in the whole wide world.
- >He twitches and goes limp, falling atop you; but even with your weakened body,
- >you pick him up and turn him around, holding him in your arms as the two of you come down from your fun.
- >His eyes are hazy and distant; you imagine he’s had quite a long day.
- >Pulling his head in close, you press your lips to his;
- >the taste of your mixed fluids as you share a sloppy smooch is something you could get used to.
- >You just lay there for a while,
- >petting his horn and stroking his ears as he luxuriates in the warmth of your soft flesh.
- >…
- >”…Hey…”
- “Hm?”
- >”What’s… what’s your name?”
- >Your name?
- >Huh.
- >That’s something you haven’t thought about in quite a long time.
- >What… IS your name?
- “I… I don’t remember.”
- >Your love snuggles up against your chest.
- >”That’s okay.”
- >You affectionately stroke his wings; he really seems to like that.
- “What about you?”
- >”Huh?”
- >He shuffles just slightly.
- >”We… don’t have names. Except for our Queen.”
- >…
- “That’s okay.”
- >It’s not like you’re ever going to be confused for anyone.
- >As for him, well, who could mistake that adorable smile?
- ***
- >Light streaming through the vertical gill-slits of the Hive’s chitinous walls wakes you up early in the morning,
- >though your coltfriend is snoozing soundly against your chest by the time you get up.
- >You gently rock him by his side.
- “Wake up.”
- >”Nuh.”
- >You shake him harder.
- “Come on already…”
- >”Nooo. Few more minutes.”
- “Oh, fine.”
- >You climb up from your bed and stretch for the first time in months…
- >God, your muscles are on fire.
- >You don’t imagine Changelings have a very good grasp of human physiology…
- >Or at least they never planned to undo those bindings.
- >Now that you think about it, you don’t even know where you are in this place.
- >You ARE allowed to walk around… right?
- >Well, Chrysalis had offered to let you *leave*, as if that would ever happen,
- >so you suppose you have your Queen’s blessing to check the place out.
- >As you quickly come to discover, its twisting, labyrinthine halls are not meant for grounded species;
- > a lot chambers are accessible from the floor, but the Swiss cheese-motif of your Masters’ hooves carries over to their architecture;
- >the vaulted roof is perforated with holes and tunnels of every shape and size,
- >and stairs are obviously nowhere to be found.
- >Nor, as far as you can see, are there any Changelings;
- >perhaps your coltfriend wasn’t alone in sleeping in after all.
- >A sudden draft of air makes you VERY conscious of your nudity;
- >your chamber seems relatively well-insulated, but you can’t say the same for the rest of the Hive.
- >Perhaps you could request a cloak from your Queen.
- >Hmmm.
- >In any case, transitioning to an average resident of the Hive is gonna be harder than you thought.
- >With nothing much to do, you head back in the direction of your room.
- >As you walk the short distance down the vaulted corridor, a soft, familiar buzzing stops you in your tracks.
- >You turn around to see a pair of muscular drones floating towards you.
- >They look on you with caution and more than a little confusion.
- >”I thought Queen Chrysalis had freed you, slave.”
- “She did, Masters.”
- >”Then why have you not left?”
- >One of the drones pushes his face right up to yours, staring into your eyes, presumably for an answer.
- “Gosh, you’re a handsome one.”
- >Your words take a second to dawn on him, but a fiery red blush soon blossoms across his face.
- >His companion gives him a sly, knowing grin, but the larger drone appears flustered.
- >“Against the wall.”
- “Of course, Master.”
- >You walk up to the side of the corridor and press yourself against it,
- >spreading open your legs and pushing out your bum for whatever purpose this Changeling desires.
- >Not a moment later, you feel his weight press against your back,
- >cold and smooth against your soft, supple skin;
- >his arms wrapped around your midsection, you feel that oh-so-familiar shape pressing against you,
- >and, with little fanfare, your Master slips inside of you like a hand to a perfectly-tailored glove.
- >The sound of his hips bucking against your rump echo through the quiet hallway,
- >and you relish every thrust more than the last;
- >looking to your side, you see the other gentlecolt waiting patiently for his turn.
- >Your Changeling partner lightly traces his razor-sharp fangs along your neck,
- >his slender forehooves holding you in place while he mounts your tender ass.
- >”You ready, slut?”
- >Your Master fucks you furiously, driving his cock into your depths at a furious pace –
- >just as you’re about to hit your peak, you feel his canines sink into your neck,
- >the misty warmth of his breath tickling your skin as he gives you the best hickey of your life.
- >The two of you, Master and slave, climax as one;
- >a warm, pulsing flood of semen floods your colon,
- >as you spurt out weak jets of cum against the cold chitin wall.
- >Your knees give out, and you feel something slip out of you as you collapse to the ground.
- >”Heh. Didn’t know you had a taste for pain, slut.”
- >You gently poke at the bite marks on your neck, droplets of red welling and streaming down your skin.
- >It feels… exquisite.
- “Me… neither.”
- >”Yeah, yeah, enough talking.” The other Changeling walks up to you, eyeing your mouth.
- >”I think our little bitch looks hungry.”
- >As the drone straddles your face, you beam the widest smile you can.
- >God, you love their cum.
- ***
- >”Here are the reports, my Queen.”
- >Your lieutenant, a broad-shouldered, thick-carapaced veteran,
- > levitates a bundle of scrolls in your direction, which you set aside.
- >You’re not really in the mood to pore over minutia, though you humor him regardless.
- “Tell me the important details for now.”
- >”Well, our operative in the northern Griffon settlements has had extraordinary success…”
- >You quickly tune out his droning; such trivial matters don’t much concern you anymore.
- >Ever since Canterlot, it just hasn’t seemed very important.
- >Hmm.
- >”…were exposed, but all three have since safely returned.
- >As per protocol, the settlements will be blacklisted for a time to account for local suspicion.”
- “Of course. Is that all?”
- >”For today, Your Highness.”
- >You stare into his eyes.
- “Will my children sleep hungry tonight?”
- >”I… some of them, inevitably, Your Highness.”
- >You can’t help feel a pang of sadness for them.
- “Very well. You are dismissed.”
- >The Changeling buzzes out promptly, leaving you alone in the cold opulence of your throne room.
- >Every day, the story is the same.
- >Excruciating effort, the constant risk of capture and murder for every Changeling in the Hive,
- >for some of them to earn sustenance, fleeting, dangerous, and unsustainable.
- >You curse the being who has saddled you with so miserable a biology.
- >Hmm.
- >At least there’s one thing left to be optimistic about in this starving, dying colony.
- >You think you’ll give them a visit.
- ***
- >As you turn a corner into the human’s quarters, the sight before you is uncannily familiar.
- >One of your sons is riding the former slave’s mouth,
- >thrusting in and out as the mammal suckles his cock,
- >and another – this one the creature’s lover – is sucking his boyfriend’s dick in turn.
- >As they each see you, they frantically untangle their web of passion.
- >”My Queen, I –“
- “I must say, human, I’d thought I’d freed you of this responsibility.”
- >”Responsibility?”
- >The younger, smaller Changeling chuckles.
- >”It’s a privilege, Your Highness.”
- >The creature rubs his belly, slightly inflated with the semen of a dozen drones.
- >”I don’t think I can survive without the stuff.”
- >You smirk at the thought – prey taking sustenance from Changelings for once.
- “Very well. You –“
- >A steely gaze aimed at the opportunistic third leaves him visibly shrinking –“
- “I have business to discuss. He can pleasure you later.”
- >”Y-yes, Your Highness.”
- >He flies out of the room, leaving you and the two love-bugs in peace.
- “I was going to ask how you’ve been enjoying your newfound freedom,
- but I guess that’s a bit pointless, now, is it?”
- >”Oh no, Your Highness, being unrestrained is very nice. And this little guy –“
- >the human throws an arm around his lover and pecks his cheek – “he’s a fun one.”
- “I’m sure. And you –“
- >You gesture towards your son –
- >”Yes, Your Highness?”
- “You don’t have a problem sharing your love with your brothers?”
- >”Oh no, Your Highness.” The boy looks toward the human with a hint of affection.
- >”I can’t… satisfy him on my own. It’s okay.”
- “I see. Human, how are you feeling?”
- >”The creature stands and stretches, his pudgy stomach a round outline against the air.
- >”I’m okay, Queen Chrysalis. Just…”
- “What is it?”
- >”It’s a little cold without clothes. Do you have a… cloak, or something?”
- “Certainly, human. I’m a bit surprised you lasted so long without –
- from what I know of your time in Equestria, I had presumed humans wear clothes all the time.”
- >”I can’t remember very well.”
- “I see. Is there anything else?”
- >He walks past you towards an aperture in the wall, and what you see freezes you in your tracks.
- >Just beneath his right ear, a pair of small, neat bite marks on his neck.
- >”Do you have a… library, or –“
- “Books? You want reading material? Ha ha, sure, of course, human, that can easily be arranged.”
- >”Um… are you alright, My Queen?”
- “Huh? Alright? Of course, I’m just fine. I… have important business to attend to is all.
- I’ll instruct my sons to find you a cloak and some books. Have a good evening, you two.”
- >You walk out of there quite briskly, stifling your panic as best you can.
- >Is it even possible with a creature like that?
- >Can it still be stopped…?
- ***
- >”Just fuck me!”
- “No!”
- >”Why not?”
- “’Cause I don’t wanna.”
- >Your handsome human stares into your eyes, making a pleading, lower-lip-biting face.
- >Just then, his soft fingers slide themselves down to your groin,
- >massaging your most intimate of spaces as you lose yourself in his baby-blue discs.
- >”All your brothers enjoy doing me… and they don’t even love me like you do.”
- >Oh man, he’s so good at this… guilting you into things.
- “…Why don’t you do it to me?”
- >”Because I’m just not a top. And neither are you. Hmph.”
- >He’s wearing a grumpy frown, arms crossed as he sits across from you on your spongy, fleshy bed.
- “…What if I were a pony?”
- >”Huh?”
- “I mean… a transformation. I’m not very good at it, but… I HAVE seen a pony before.”
- >”You mean you’d want me to fuck you while you’re transformed?”
- “Yeah… Um, Changelings don’t really feel all that good… inside.”
- >You remember the vicious taunts of your brothers,
- >complaining endlessly as they raped you of their dissatisfaction.
- >He looks puzzled for a second, before the obvious conclusion dawns on him.
- >”Oh… I’m… sorry about that.”
- “It’s okay.”
- >You nuzzle up into him, feeling his warm, soft chest as he pets you on the head.
- “Do you want me to try…?”
- >You feel him plant a kiss on your head, just behind your horn.
- >”Go ahead.”
- “I’m not very skilled at it… I dunno how long it’s gonna last, but I’ll give it my best.”
- >You wriggle out from his clutches and stand before him,
- >mentally preparing yourself for something you’ve rarely ever done.
- >Transformation is a heavy drain on a Changeling’s metabolism,
- >so performing it in the Hive is nearly unheard of –
- >without access to love, all it does for a drone is weaken him.
- >You, of course, have no problem with sustenance.
- >”I’m waiting.”
- “Okay, okay, lemme focus…”
- >You concentrate fully on the figure in your mind, devoting every synapse to realizing his form –
- >a Pegasus Royal Guard; large, broad-shouldered, and brilliantly white.
- >His gleaming golden helm topped with an azure plume, he is clad in ceremonial armor,
- >solid, unshorn hooves capped with golden horseshoes.
- >He is large, strong, well-trained and well-fed.
- >His radiant wings glimmer in the sunlight of Celestia’s day.
- >You…
- >are…
- >him!
- >A brilliant flash of green explodes from your horn, and you are consumed in a pillar of arcane power –
- >when everything subsides, a strange and curious absence manifests.
- “My horn…”
- >”Your VOICE!”
- >Your boyfriend looks stunned.
- >”So… big…”
- “Yeah…”
- >The transformation went off perfectly; you are exactly the stallion you envisioned,
- >down to the engravings of your gold-trimmed platemail.
- “So, uh… I guess I –“
- >”Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck meeeee~”
- >Your boyfriend is bent over on the bed,
- >spreading his cheeks for the handsome and powerful stallion behind him;
- >you.
- >Wait a minute, this didn’t turn out right…
- “I did this so you could do me…”
- >Exasperated, your human lover turns to look at you.
- >”Just once…?”
- >He sashays up to you, carefully removing your armor as he rubs his face against your plush, opalescent coat.
- >Curiously, every piece of equipment he takes off instantly vanishes in a cloud of green.
- >It is illusory, you suppose.
- >Soon enough, you’re buck-naked, though his admiration is no less fervent for it.
- >”Mmm, you know, I’ve missed seeing stallions like this…”
- >He’s tracing your belly with light kisses as he works his way down to your groin,
- >slithering like a snake as he lies prostrate underneath your towering form.
- >”Let’s see here…”
- >He wraps his tongue around one of your heavy, swinging balls,
- >licking and suckling it noisily as he affectionately strokes your flanks.
- “Ngh… stop, that tickles…”
- >He brings down his hands and softly rubs them, focusing his oral service on your tender mammalian sheath;
- >the relentless pleasure soon draws out your large, equine dick,
- >hanging limp against your leg as your lover marvels at its length.
- >”Can I… taste it?”
- “Of course…”
- >He grabs your flared shaft in his hands, slipping the head into his mouth as best he can;
- >rubbing the rest of your length, he seems delighted to have something new and exciting to suck.
- >…
- >If you weren’t so large, you’d be eager to go down on him too.
- >He’s quite frantic, stroking you off with both hands as he deftly bathes your head with his tongue,
- >so frantic, in fact, that you approach your peak sooner than you’d anticipated.
- “Hey… I’m gonna…”
- >”Ooh, I wonder what pony cum is like…”
- >Your warning only serves to make him work faster.
- “Hey, please, slow down, I don’t think I can – aaah!”
- >You convulse in the throes of a powerful orgasm, and everything around you glows green;
- >for half a second, you’re completely disoriented.
- >”Huh!?”
- “W-wha…”
- >Your voice is back to its young, high-pitched squeak.
- >You’re lying atop the human, black, perforated hooves splayed across his body,
- >his mouth still wrapped firmly around your dick.
- >”*Pfffpfthpft* God damn it, you transformed back just as you were about to come.”
- >You frankly don’t care a single iota about what he’s saying right now.
- “I’m… sorry…”
- >”It’s alright.” You look back at him as he sends a mouthful of cum down his throat.
- >”You did say you were new at this, didn’t you?”
- “Y-yeah… right.”
- >”Hey,” he picks you up by your underarms, staring into your tired and bleary face.
- >”You feeling alright?”
- >You can’t say you are; maintaining that transformation was excruciating near the end.
- >Considering sex is a common part of romantic infiltration, though, you know it’s just you.
- “I’m tired is all.”
- >”Aww, that’s okay. Maybe you can practice tomorrow.”
- “Yeah…”
- >He brings you in for a hug, which you appreciate quite a bit.
- >Wait a minute… that’s strange.
- >You notice a faint shimmer of green around a spot on his neck;
- >eh, you reason it’s probably just a little residual magic.
- >He did just force a Changeling out of a transformation, after all.
- >”Well, why don’t we go to bed now.” You give him a weary, affirmative nod;
- >both of you have had quite a long day.
- >Pulling you down into a cuddle, your wonderful human boyfriend settles in for a peaceful night of rest.
- Fin
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