Hive - Chapter 2

>Another day, another burden.
>Your Master slides listlessly against your thighs, ramming his dick into your well-worn rump,
>Chrysalis knows how long he’s been at it.
*Sigh*.
>Of all the adjectives to describe being a sex slave, a bound, helpless receptacle for semen,
>’boring’ probably isn’t the first thing that pops in someone’s head.
>But god, is it ever boring. Even your Masters aren’t excited about it anymore;
>twice or thrice a day, they each fuck your mouth or your ass, but there’s no thought going into any of it.
>It’s all just a routine, a habit –
>the way you contract the muscles in your throat and rectum to pleasure the Changelings who use you,
>the way they tense up just so before a dribbling stream of slimy, salty spunk pours into your tummy or colon,
>the way you thud against your bed as they unceremoniously drop you down,
>to socialize or exercise or do who knows what.
>It’s just a waiting game ‘till the day they get bored,
>press something heavy against your mouth and nose and don’t let go,
>or at least release you, as if you’d ever be able to function as a human being again.
>You haven’t spoken aloud in months.
>You haven’t even thought all that much;
>their potent spunk is very good at brushing away all those silly thoughts and fantasies and desires,
>leaving a fuzzy pink haze in their wake.
>Your belly still hurts – bloated to the size of a pregnant mare,
>it sloshes uncomfortably whenever you’re rocked by your Masters’ insistent fucking.
>This is Hell.
>You turn your head to your right, and your tired,
>bleary eyes see a broad-shouldered Drone sauntering up to you,
>chitinous exoskeleton rippling in the light and an imposing, fanged grin adorning his face.
>He turns toward your head, and so you tilt back, stick out your tongue, and await your meal.
>Right on cue, a thick, bulbous cock slips between your lips,
>your Master wordlessly impaling your throat,
>while you do your very best to suck and lick it like the good little slave that you are.
>Oral is more fun; working your tongue and throat is rather engaging,
>and you must say the flavor of their thick, greenish semen is delicious,
>even if they do usually just pour it unceremoniously into your stomach.
>The best Masters are the ones who pull out just behind your teeth,
>and give you a nice big mouthful to savor, to play around with with your tongue,
>at least before another of their brothers makes use of you.
>But not this time, unfortunately,
>as you feel the Changeling slam into your esophagus and deposit a few ounces of rich,
>musky slime straight down to your stomach.
>Oh well.
***
>This night is no different from any other, you think, as you enter the common room and approach the human.
>Every evening you make that same solitary trek, sneaking out of your barracks,
>skulking into the common room, and tidying up the mammalian slave as best you can –
>licking up stray cum, emptying its bowels, and wiping away any dirt and grime from its face,
>careful not to rouse it from its well-deserved rest.
>It’s been months of this – why do they keep it here?
>They’re just torturing an innocent being for their own amusement.
>You’ve brought it up to your Captain a few times, but he never pays you much mind.
>All the other describe it as a necessary outlet – sexual beings need to have sex,
>and with the state of the Hive, Chrysalis would be foolish to reproduce any further.
>’We don’t have anything else to fuck, why not go for a warm mammal?’ they say.
>They’re right, but it doesn’t matter – you’re not evil. You don’t have to do evil deeds just to sustain yourself…
>There must be another way.
>As you spit out your brothers leavings that had been strewn across its face,
>you can’t help but feel an inkling of love for the creature.
>Abused. Marginalized. Different.
>How familiar.
“I’ll save you,”
>you risk a furtive whisper, before lightly brushing your lips against it, against… him.
>Well, that’s it.
>Like so many other nights, you begin to trot off, head hanging low in sadness.
>The glossy chitinous caverns of the Hive reflect with a dull glow.
>Wait a minute…
>Ugh, what is this…
>”Love?”
>Within the deepest recesses of your mind, a voice calls out to you,
>a primal, almost motherly voice.
>Oh no.
>Spinning behind you and in all directions, you see an empty room, but the message was as true as day.
>Panicking, you dart for the exit, recognizing the futility of your escape even as you attempt it.
>A great force pins you in place, and every muscle in your slender body is frozen at once.
>Wellp, this is the end.
>You shut your eyes tight as you hear the approaching hoofsteps;
>when they stop, you are levitated in the air,
>your eyes pried open by a power you can’t comprehend.
>Standing before you is your Queen, massive, beautiful, and horn awash in a green luminescence.
>You try to stammer out something, anything -
“I…”
>”Do not attempt to explain yourself, young one.” Chrysalis’ telepathic voice commands.
>She saunters around you, sizing you up while you’re helplessly suspended by her magic;
>”So… you truly love this creature? This ape, who cavorts with ponies?”
>Your awesome and terrible mother is staring deep into your blue, irisless eyes.
>She knows your every thought and desire before even you do; no point lying to her now.
“Y-yes, my Queen,”
>a trembling assent squeaks past your lips, and Chrysalis’ expression is unreadable.
>She stares at you for several quiet seconds, only the low din of her horn breaking the silence of the Hive.
>What is she thinking?
>…
>”Go back to your barracks. I will summon you when I have come to terms with this.
>In the meantime, do not return here, or the consequences for the both of you shall be dire.”
>And with that, you’re dropped to the ground,
>the Queen of the Changelings trotting off and leaving you to your own devices.
***
>Your mind was in a tumult as you strode out of the chamber,
>journeying back up to your grand royal quarters to puzzle all this out.
>Lounging on your carapace throne in the early morning hours,
>you’ve been running through this impossible development ad nauseam;
> the boy is weak, and kind, perhaps too submissive to take his pleasure like his more powerful brethren.
>It had been easy to assume he preferred the intimacy of a sleeping partner;
>he’d always been a soft one, a rarity among the males of your brood.
>You were content to tolerate him playing with the creature after curfew,
>and he did seem to enjoy cleaning it up after his brothers’ ravishings.
>But love?
>A Changeling, falling in love with a hideous, bloated, alien beast?
>It was as clear and pure as thrice-cursed Celestia’s day.
>Nor can you chalk it up to youthful impulse; that delicious,
>wonderful essence flowed through the boy the same as with Shining Armor.
>This is unprecedented, perhaps the most important development since your doomed assault on Canterlot.
>This son of yours can perhaps be more useful than that human ever was.
>…
>Still, before you give up your children’s favorite toy on a whim,
>it might be useful to test this curious Changeling.
>Love can make creatures foolish, after all.
>And anyone would be a fool to accept what you’re cooking up.