M=>F /Changeling - NC - *****

Chrysalis had a bad day. What kind of a bad day?

Well, a few months ago half her race got vaporized in a “purely defensive” spell cast by one Shining Armor and one Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.

Then, she was forced to move into the arctic north and send changelings to feed on cave trolls for love. While good in the sack, cave trolls aren’t much for romantic love.

Before long, they were pretty desperate. So desperate, they discovered they can feed off orgasms. Yep, tasty pony orgasms. They became some of the most efficient rapists in Equestria.

It still wasn’t enough. They could only hit small villages, but Chrysalis soon learned of a new feeding ground. Rich with billions of a creature called “Humans”. Not only did they love, they had orgasms, and they even fought pointless wars.

This was Chrysalis’ kind of species.

She sent herself to Earth for a little fun, and to see if it was safe to send changelings. If half of what Discord said was true, tonight’s gonna be a good night.

Woo hoo.

Sam hates horses. As a child he grew up on a farm. He’d been thrown from the horses, receiving concussions. He had to shovel their pins every day. That was when he learned that horses are only good for two things: turning hay into shit, and making glue.

It should come as no surprise that when Sam saw My Little Pony on T.V., his gut reaction was to vomit. Immediately, all he could think about was how much he hated horses. Ponies, mules, donkeys, anything equine. Eat, shit, fuck, shit, sleep, shit some more...

It should also not be a surprise Sam hates Bronies. Grown ass men in colorful pony t-shirts should not be eating at his restaurant. Hooters is not the kind of place a chef like Sam wants to see Bronies at. These are some high-class waitresses—half of whom he’d given crabs too—and Sam doesn’t like watching a dude in a Rainbow Dash T-Shirt motorboat Cherry Pie. Yes, she had her name legally changed to that. She’s blonde, and it did result in over 20% more tips.

The last thing that should not be a surprise in this frightening case of repetition, is that Sam found a pony laying in his bed when he got home.

Sam walked into his bedroom to find a horrifying sight. There was a giant black horse-creature on his bed with a horn and wings. It was chittering like an insect, and had taken a massive dump on the bed. At least, Sam hoped it was shit, because it was slimy, green, and looked sticky.

If Sam was ever glad to own a pistol, it was right fucking now. He slammed the door to his room closed, and went to the hallway closet. He quickly pulled the gun out of a shoebox—Sam was way too fucking cool to keep it in a gun safe so kids didn’t hurt themselves.

Sam flipped the safety off and remembered to ready a round in the chamber with a Hollywood-style slow motion move, he cocked the gun.

He aimed it at the horrifying black horse-beast that had stepped out of his room, and emptied the clip.

In the space of three seconds and with the accuracy of a drunken stormtrooper, he had put nine rounds downrange at the black pony.

Chrysalis was not amused.

She had caught all nine rounds in her telekinesis, dropping them to the floor. “How amusssing, are all humanssss thisss frightened?”

“What the fuck are you and what’s with the fucking lisp?” Sam shouted.

“Sorry, force of habit.”

“And how the fuck did you catch the bullets in mid-air! The muzzle velocity of my glock is over 9000 feet per second! That’s not possible! It is physically impossible to use magic to stop bullets! I FUCKING HATE YOU AND ANYONE WHO THINKS THEY CAN STOP BULLETS WITH MAGIC!” Sam screamed, as if his hard-on for scientifically accurate physics mattered against a magical fucking pony.

“I’m going to count to three, and if you don’t calm down I’m going to make this evening much worse for you.”

Sam hit the eject button, and as the clip fell to the ground he grabbed a new clip and shoved it into the gun. He pulled it back, chambering a round, and leveled his stance. This time he fired all nine rounds in a tight spread towards her face.

The bullets fell harmlessly. “Nice try, what’s your name?” Chrysalis asked.

“I’m Sam, what the fuck are you? I fucking hate horses!” Sam shouted.

“My name is Chrysalis, I’m a changeling. I can assume any form I desire. Also, I’m more closely related to ponies than horses. And, if you’d calm down, I could assume the shape of anything you desire. Famous humans, ooze, Rainbow Dash. . . just name it.”

“Wait, Rainbow Dash? You mean that rainbow-colored freak?” Sam dropped the gun and reached into the closet, pulling out a baseball bat.

“Yes, so you are familiar with us? No doubt from the T.V. show. And Celestia told Discord he could never get a reality T.V. show on the air. Discord was right, you humans really will watch any shitty reality T.V. show.”

Chrysalis advanced on the human. “You know, what they don’t show on the reality T.V. show My Little Pony? The wedding was staged. I pulled my punches.”

Just as Chrysalis reaches forward to bite his neck and inject him with her venom, Sam swings the bat directly into her head.

There is an ear splitting crack as her exoskeleton splinters. “I hate horses and bugs! Die freak!” Sam swings the bat again.

The bat splinters in mid-air and Chrysalis looks up at him, eyes glowing green. “Very well, I haven’t gotten to explore the full limits of my magic in such a long time.”

“Die in a fir—”

Chrysalis shot a giant wad of mucus into his mouth, sealing it shut. She then shoved him to the floor of his hallway and pinned his hands and feet in the goo. She continued to retch, covering him in a special secretion until his whole body was encased on the floor.

“Now, this is a special bit of magic. You see, not only changelings can change their shape. We can also change the shape of others. . .well, at least I can. The last changeling powerful enough to do so died.” Chrysalis looked down at the struggling human. “Oh, I killed him of course to feast on his soul and gain his power, but that’s besides the point.

“Now as you’re probably noticing, there is green energy arcing all along your body. I had planned to feast off your love and orgasmic energies all night, but then you had to go and try to bash my brain in with a baseball bat.

“Don’t get me wrong, the gun was really cute. The bat however? That was just rude. So, instead of just forcing you to come to climax over and over, I’m going to make you regret your pitiful life.

“I’m turning you into a pony. My little sex pony.”

Chrysalis began to laugh, and Sam tilted his head to look down in horror. The phlegm she had coughed all over him had hardened, but inside the cocoon he could see four pony limbs. If Sam could have spoken, he would have sworn at her for turning him into that which he hated most. Luckily for Chrysalis, and the neighbors, he was incapable of shouting.

It only took a few minutes for the unlucky brony-hating pony-despising horse-racist of a human to be turned into a pony. Sam had only one small consolation: Horses really did shit too much. No matter what torture Chrysalis had planned for him, it wouldn’t change the fact they are walking shit factories.

“Now, Samantha, allow me.” Chrysalis’ horn glowed and the ooze evaporated.

Sam was covered in slime, slippery, and unfamiliar with his new body. He rolled over and tried to scramble to his feet. Chrysalis watched and laughed as he face-planted over and over. Finally he fell on his ass, and rolled over onto his back.

Sam looked down between his legs and instead of a penis, he found a large equine vagina.

“What the fuck!” Sam squeaked. His voice was dainty and feminine.

“Oh dear, I forgot the most important part.” Chrysalis walked up to him and bit him in the neck. The venom spread through his body, sapping him of the will to resist her influence. “I can only feed on the love of ponies and the orgasms of ponies. I do so hope you’ll enjoy our special night.”

Chrysalis began cackling madly. Sam felt like he’d had too many bears and was woozy. “Wha. . . will you do to me?”

Sam’s head began tingling. “I’m probing your mind, finding your darkest secret fetishes, and I will use them to bring you to climax. My venom will prevent you from fleeing, and allow me to trap you in a state of orgasm until I either get full, or you die of exhaustion. Want to place a bet?”

“Yeah,” Sam whimpered. “I’ll see you in hell.” He stood up and bashed his head against the wall as hard as he could, accomplishing little more than a splitting headache.

Laughter filled the air. “Oh this is just too perfect. I’ll have to send every changeling over here! If you behave, maybe I’ll even take you back with me!”

“I’d rather die, you shit-spewing horse!” Sam yelled.

“Hmph, such a mouth. Luckily, you have quite a thing for these Japanese and I found quite the interesting fetish in your memory,” Chrysalis said.

Sam’s eyes went wide in horror. Fuck, she found my Bukake fetish...

“This Hentai sounds quite fun. Shall we begin, Samantha?” Chrysalis asked.

Several black tentacles appeared in the air: long, slimy, and dripping in her mind-controlling orgasm-inducing venom.

“Oh no you don’t!” he squealed as Sam’s new equine body scrambled backwards sluggishly.

“Oh yes I do,” Chrysalis added. Two tentacles grabbed Sam by the chest, constricting on his ribs. No longer able to breathe, he began to gasp for air. Sam thought she could feel his ribs cracking, it was a crushing pain the likes of which he never knew existed.

Sam’s wide open mouth proved too tempting for Chrysallis. She slammed the main tentacle spewing off her horn into his waiting mouth and down his throat. Sam tried desperately to cough the tentacle out but it was useless.

As Sam felt it slither down into her stomach, the extra dose of venom coating the tentacle began to reach his brain. He found his throat numb, and his nerves burning in ecstasy. A slow fire built inside him, and he quickly found himself sucking greedily on the tentacle.

The tentacle continued to slowly pump itself down his throat, through the stomach, and past his maze of intestines. Sam was lost in an unfamiliar world of strange sensation. Finally, he felt the urge to take a shit.

Sam squealed in pleasure as the tentacle burst out of his ass. It had skewered him, mouth to anus, and begun vibrating slowly inside. Sam felt the tentacle slithering further out of his ass. He couldn’t turn to look, but heard the sound of Chrysalis’ licking his juices off the tentacle.

“Oh you filthy whore, you’re enjoying this,” Chrysalis observed.

Sam struggled, only causing another moan of ecstasy. He began suckling the tentacle again, writhing in the grip of the two tentacles nearly crushing his lungs. Chrysalis had relaxed them now that Sam wasn’t going anywhere.

Chrysalis dropped him to his hooves, helping him stand, as she removed the other tentacles. Sam tried lazily to stumble away, but with a tentacle passing straight through him it was futile.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he felt a tentacle jam itself up into his pussy. The unfamiliar sensation was painful at first, and he found the damp, dripping fur between his legs a most alien sensation.

The tentacle that had passed through his mouth and ass, now had made a u-turn and was fucking his pussy hard.

Sam felt so full he thought he would burst. His entire abdomen was distended from the thirty-something feet of tentacle passing through it. His lungs barely able to draw breath around the massive tentacle. And now, several feet of tentacle were thrusting up into the cavity he had been cursed with by the demon-horse minutes ago. The tentacle probed his pussy and Sam found it. . . satisfying.

Sam began bucking against the tentacle, and found himself looking at Chrysalis with a hungry longing in his eyes.

“Yes. . . so much love to feed off of. And my little slut wants more?” Chrysalis said.

She materialized five tentacles. Four of them went to Sam’s legs, pulling them as wide apart in a spread eagle as she could without dislocating the bones. The fifth, Chrysalis wrapped around Sam’s neck, nearly choking him.

Sam couldn’t hold it back anymore. As much as he wanted to resist, he needed to come. He had to orgasm and release the pent up fire burning in his belly. Every fiber of his being begged for release, and yet it seemed Chrysalis was somehow holding him on the edge and not letting him climax.

Sam was rocked back and forth by the tentacles on his legs, assisting the tentacle skewering him as it fucked him. It felt so good he barely noticed the large bulge passing down the tentacle. Several more, larger bulges began passing down the tentacle.

Something large filled Sam’s mouth, bringing back his forgotten gag reflex. He felt something stretch his throat, cutting off his air supply, before passing further down the tentacle. He breathed a sigh of relief, before another lump hit his mouth.

Bulge after bulge passed through the tentacle, blocking off his airway. Each one pushed him closer towards the edge that Chrysalis wanted to prolong him reaching.

He was able to notice between watery eyes that Chrysalis was sitting against the wall in bliss. She was guiding the tentacles to fuck him, while using one to fuck herself. Her horn was being bathed in emerald energy, the tendrils of which were flowing out of Sam to feed her.

The bulges began pumping out of Sam’s ass. The load passing through the tentacle was nearing the end of it’s journey. Several more bulges pushed past his ass, stimulating him even more.

The first load entered his pussy, where a tentacle had coiled like a corkscrew. It was rubbing his vagina furiously, and he found his muscles contracting in their own rhythm. The load reached the end of the tentacle, spewing out inside him. It filled him up, dripping out onto the floor, and lubricating him.

The tentacle began to coil more and thrust faster and faster. Another load, this one barely fitting into his taut pussy, entered inside and exploded. Most of it ended up on the floor as his vagina was not big enough to hold it in.

Seven more loads entered, each one hotter and larger than the last. Each one coated him, leaving him full and feeding the increasing burn inside him. His blurred vision could make out Chrysalis, fucking herself and him furiously.

Sam finally felt the explosion he had been waiting for. As every muscle quivered and contracted, his mind lit ablaze with ecstasy. Each time he contracted, the tentacles contracted back. He was being squeezed by the tentacles on the outside, and expanded by the one on the inside.

The tentacles grinded him between their grasp, causing burning pain to mix in with the pleasure. His entire body was so awash in the pleasure that it consumed him. He was no longer Sam, he was just the pleasure.

Then he felt it leaving him. Through his pained vision, he saw pink energy swirling off him towards Chrysalis. His orgasm had lost the passion, the enjoyment, as she slowly fed off of it.

Sam squealed the best he could, upset at her for robbing him his one small moment of pleasure. The harder he struggled to resist, the more he fueled the orgasm. The more he fueled it, the less he felt it.

Chrysalis finally had gotten full. She reversed the flow of the magic draining Sam. Like a bursting dam, the full force of his orgasm returned and then tripled. His vision blacked out at the pleasure. In what could have been seconds, or hours, he lost consciousness. His entire existence hinged around that single orgasm, locking him in a state of sheer pleasure until he awoke hours later.

Sam woke up from his nightmare dripping wet with sweat. He stretched his sore jaw, only to find something inside it. He bit down and the fleshy invader expanded back. Sam opened his eyes, seeing the large black tentacle passing through him. Every muscle felt sore and exhausted.

He groggily fought to turn around and look for Chrysalis. The tentacle was still skewering him, and began steadily pounding his pussy when it sensed him wake up.

Already he was feeling the aphrodisiac again, and struggled to locate his captor while he still had a sound mind. He looked towards the end of the tentacle, but instead of Chrysalis, he found it firmly attached into a pile of her phlegm. The tentacle seemed to be alive under it’s own power now.

“Good morning, Samantha. That was quite a fulfilling night,” Chrysalis said.

Sam, or Samantha now, apparently, turned to address her. She was standing near the bedroom, and waved a hoof.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to leave you here and store up a mind-shattering orgasm to feast on later. Don’t worry, my tentacle will keep you on the edge for the next 12 hours. When I come back, if you’ve been a good pony, I’ll feed again.”

Sam groaned and used his legs to stand up and try to rip the tentacle out. It was futile, the single thick tentacle skewering and fucking him prevented escape.

“Now now, I’m not an evil mistress. If you behave and help me train some new changelings tonight, I’ll take you back to Equestria with me. You can live in my room at the hive, I’ll even take the tentacle out when I’m not using it on you. Samantha, you’ll be my personal pet and source of love and orgasms forever.”

Sam’s eyes went wide in horror as he stared at Chrysalis down five feet of slimy tentacle. He saw a small load of the aphrodisiac pulse down the tentacle, passing through his mouth and towards his pussy.

“Yes, I can make you live forever, Samantha. You were so. . . delicious, that I’m sure this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Oh, and just to keep it interesting, I evolved a special gland in the tentacle to shock you at random intervals.”

Sam felt a jolt pass through him, ruining the buzz of an orgasm he had brewing.

“See you in twelve hours, Samantha!”

Author's Note

Vote For Next Pony Here!

And you thought Fluttershy's human had it bad. It's all a matter of perspective though: Samantha is going to live the rest of eternity in an endless state of mind-blowing orgasm. Let's just hope the next human doesn't suffer an even worse fate at the hands of:

Satire!