Sam Reynolds was on her way home from work late in the afternoon when she passed the same street corner as always. This time, though, something was different. Clustered around the streetlight, there were three little ponies – one of each kind, Sam recognized, of which two were male – talking about whatever it was little ponies would talk about and feasting on some products from the Burger King two blocks away. To Sam’s surprise, she found half the dinner was actual burgers and nuggets.

“Evening, filly and gentlecolts,” Sam greeted as she approached the group.

“Evening, miss,” the pegasus mare acknowledged as she produced a salad from the Burger King-branded bag in front of her. “What’s shaking?”

“I couldn’t help but notice you’re eating meat. Did I miss something? Cos I always thought ponies were vegetarian.”

The unicorn held up a hoof as he swallowed the nugget he was eating at the time. “That’sh a common mishconception, ma’am,” he explained. “We don’t usually eat meat, because Equestrian cows, you might’ve heard, are sentient. Gives aaallll sorts of ethical issues to even consider, so meat’s relatively rare. Name’s Piercing Gaze, by the way, but just Pierce’ll do. And the lovely lady is Smokescreen.”

The earth pony put down the double bacon cheeseburger he’d been working hard on and turned to Sam next. “Fractured Mindset,” he introduced with a low rumble as he held out an oddly non-greasy hoof for Sam to shake.

If Sam had to list three interesting things about this Fracture character, his piercing, almost-glowing blue eyes would be first, closely followed by his contrastingly dark coat and a voice almost but not entirely like Darth Vader.

“Earth meat lacks the constraints that Equestrian meat has,” Fracture rumbled. “The only thing we will never willingly, knowingly eat is another equine.” He picked his cheeseburger back up and resumed eating without breaking eye contact with Sam.

“Too close for comfort,” Smokescreen added in agreement.

“But to be honest,” Pierce smirked, “if you think ponies eating Burger King is… interesting…”

Sam nodded. It was an interesting thing to see and learn about.

“…then you might want to consider bringing our dear Fracture with you.”

Fracture grinned with a mouth half full of bacon and cheese, quickly swallowed and (much to Sam’s surprise) started to sing. “I can show you the world,” he crooned. Sam found it made her guts rumble and wondered how (or even why) a pony would know the lyrics to such an ancient movie song.

“He’s interesting,” Smokescreen offered.

“Is he now? In what ways?” Sam asked as she curiously approached the dark pony.

“Many,” Fracture answered vaguely as he polished off the last of his cheeseburger.

Thinking most ponies would be safe enough to be around and feeling more than a little lonely sometimes, Sam gave her sense of self-preservation the finger and nodded. “Okay. Mister Fractured Mindset, would you like to come with me for some coffee?”

“That sounds great, miss…”

“Reynolds. Samantha Reynolds.”

“I’ll see you lovebirds tomorrow,” Fracture said as he got up and bro-hooved Pierce. “Smoke can have my fries.”

“We’ll clean up all these wrappers when we’re done,” Pierce offered. “See ya ‘round, Darth.”

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“Well, this is it. This is my house,” Sam announced as she and Fracture entered her living room. “Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. I’ll get some coffee.”

“Thank you, Miss Reynolds,” Fracture called out after Sam as she popped off to the kitchen. “I take mine plain, by the way.”

Fractured Mindset was not one to appreciate aesthetics beyond that of the body, but he took the time to check out Sam’s living room anyway. As he expected, it had the usual amenities. Plenty space as well, and he noticed the overall color scheme was one of those indicative of a hidden displeasure. For a moment, Fracture sat back on the loveseat and wondered what that displeasure would be.

“There we are,” Sam said as she returned with two cups of well-hot coffee and set them down on the table, close to the loveseat. “One for you, and one for me.”

“I can’t shake the feeling that something’s been bothering you for a good while,” Fracture brought up as he watched Sam sit down next to him. “If there is, I’d like to know it, so that maybe I can help.”

“Oh, it’s nothing really,” Sam deflected, turning away from Fracture’s ever-staring eyes. “But hey. What’s with the eyes? I didn’t know they could glow like that.”

Fracture smiled. “You probably thought I was an earth pony, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I kinda did. No wings, no horn, so you gotta be an earth pony, right?”

“There’s a fifth kind – that’s including the alicorns, just in case – that you may not have seen yet, even though they were here from the start,” Fracture started to explain.

“And you’re one of those? So what is the fifth kind?” Sam guessed.

“I am indeed. It might surprise you, but my kind used to be widely regarded as monsters.”

Sam scoffed. “Well, aside from the glowing eyes I really can’t image why.”

“It wasn’t until… three years ago now that one of ours stepped up to Princess Celestia, revealed our presence, and pledged allegiance to her and her sister in name of the rest of us.”

Fracture paused to drink some of his coffee. “Name was Crucible. Miss Reynolds…”

“Just ‘Sam’, please,” Sam interrupted.

“Sam, can you promise me not to freak out?” Fracture asked with a hitherto unheard care and almost fearfulness in his voice.

Sam nodded her reply.

“You have your… human ‘vampire’ stories, correct?”

“Yeah,” Sam acknowledged, slightly taken aback. “You’re not trying to tell me you’re a… vampony, right?”

Fracture chuckled. “Hah, no. Seriously, ‘vampony’? Something close, though. No freaking out, now.”

“Okay,” Sam reaffirmed as she sat back in her spot on the couch and tensed up to await the big reveal.

“I am that which is known as a changeling. You could consider me an emotional vampire, in that I take sustenance from very specific feelings around me. No burning in sunlight, though.”

“Feelings?” Sam pressed. “What kind of feelings? And if you eat those, why’d you have a hamburger earlier?”

“Because I really like their cheeseburgers of course, Sam. But feelings of love and” – he paused for a euphemistic-sounding cough – “related feelings are a hundred times as nutritious to me.”

Sam took a big gulp of her own coffee. “Let me guess. That isn’t your true form? Cos if we’re gonna continue the vampire theme, I’ve seen plenty in movies and such that have them reveal a monstrous true form.”

Fracture laughed a deep laugh that made ripples in his coffee and Sam’s guts alike. “You’d be right. You might want to put the coffee down.”

When Sam complied, Fracture hopped off the couch and took a solid pose on the floor. “Ready, Sam?”

“Ready.”

For just a second or two, a gout of green flames obscured Fracture from view, then revealed a more bug-like being that resembled him if you squinted a bit. His eyes had turned a solid blue, his coat had been replaced by a shiny dermal armor, and his legs were riddled with holes. When he spoke, he revealed two big fangs. “When Pierce said I was interesting, he meant it.”

“You mean, he knew?” Sam asked when she recovered from her shock and surprise.

“Of course he knows. He and his marefriend are my primary providers!” Fracture admitted as he clopped back to the couch. “I don’t hang out with them just because they’re fun to be with. Which they are.”

With a quick buzz, Fracture revealed his wings and flew back onto the couch. “Do you know how I know you are displeased with your life?” he asked.

“Not really,” Sam answered.

“I can tell,” Fracture stated matter-of-factly. “You have certain feelings, and nopo—nobody to share them with. It frustrates you, so you try to express it in your interior decorating.”

“We all need a hobby,” Sam joked, hoping her frustrations weren’t that obvious to others besides any other changelings she might meet. She took another sip of her coffee. “So tell me, if you’re so attuned, what is this frustration of mine?”

Fracture’s eyes flashed green and became like they were earlier, showing that he was once again staring directly into Sam’s proverbial soul. “You’re lonely, in the romantic sense as well as the sexual,” he revealed. “If I had to guess, you probably have low self-esteem or something, preventing you from connecting to people enough to initiate things. The only relationships you probably have are familial and professional. Am I warm?"

Sam was silent for a good ten seconds. “Spot on, for a guess.”

“As an infiltrator, you get lots of practice. But you… You really shouldn’t feel that way. Has nopony – nobody ever tried to… initiate?”

“One guy did,” Sam admitted, though she knew not why. “I felt he must’ve wanted me for just my body. And… I was right.”

Fracture sighed. “It’s really not that much better with the ponies. They just handle that kind of stuff in a different way.”

“Such as…?”

“A swift buck to the face seems awful popular,” Fracture joked. “Of course, if you’re going to approach from behind...” He drained his cup, levitating it in front of his muzzle with his true form’s horn. “On the other hoof, to approach somepony for their body would never fly for a changeling. After all, it’s their love that feeds us.”

As he spoke, Fracture slowly came closer to Sam. “Are you trying to hit on me, Fraggle?” she asked with a smile as she carefully stroked the rim of one of Fracture’s forelegs.

“I don’t believe I have to, since you’ve already given me a cutesy nickname,” Fracture purred. “I’ll let the intimate gesture slide just this once.”

“That was a…? Oh! I didn’t mean to, really,” Sam apologized, pulling back her hand.

Fracture winked. “It’s no use trying to deceive me on such matters. You should know that by now,” he reminded as he stuck the foreleg out in invitation.

As Sam carefully resumed stroking the rim, Fracture laid his head on her shoulder. For a moment, Sam expected to be bitten in the neck, but instead heard an odd breathing noise. She couldn’t see, but Fracture was actively breathing in the building affection that Sam radiated.

“Fraggle, what are you doing back there?”

“Enjoying my rimjob,” Fracture replied, blissfully unaware of the human understanding of the word, “and feeding.”

“What’s it taste like?” Sam asked curiously.

“Delicious honey,” Fracture purred. “If it were actual honey, it’d be a little runny, but it gets better.”

“You’re… purring,” Sam realized. “Is this – heheh – rimjob that nice?”

“D’ya think I could make you purr?” the changeling half-joked.

“Oh my god Fraggle you did not just say that,” Sam laughed in response. Only then did she notice that over time, she’d been pushed onto her back with Fracture looming over her, pinning her down. Even worse, she found Fracture was actually nipping at her neck very carefully and there was a certain unmistakable something stuck between their bellies. The realization that she was the cause of it turned her on. She could practically feel her panties moisten, and there was an almost certain dampness on her shirt as well that she could only assume had come from Fracture’s member.

“Ah,” the changeling said, muffled by Sam’s shoulder. “There it is.”

“What is?” Sam asked breathily.

“Lust.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sam denied, her common sense fighting against her more animalistic urges. Fracture got up and gave Sam a peck on the lips on his way down.

“I told you, it’s no use trying to deceive me,” Fracture reminded as he carefully rubbed a hoof against Sam’s crotch. “Especially when you’re this obviously… turned on, I think you humans call it?”

“Oh god,” Sam sighed. She put her hands on her flushed face in a token attempt to hide her embarrassment, just catching sight of how Fracture’s horn flared up in a bright green. “Wha-?”

Fracture used his telekinesis, which he wasn’t too proud to admit was not as good as some unicorns’, to unbutton Sam’s jeans and slowly pull them off, revealing a pair of plain light-blue panties with a growing dark spot. He carefully nuzzled it and inhaled some more of Sam’s growing lust. “May I?”

“Oh god yes, please~”

Fracture roughly magicked Sam’s sodden panties away and happily started lapping away at her thoroughly moistened slit, his hot breath only exciting her further. He found the human’s vulva oddly similar to a mare’s, but paid it no further mind as that only helped him ‘get around’ as it were. Carefully, he wriggled Sam’s lips apart with his muzzle and worked his tongue inside of her, licking up the sweet nectar she was producing. Sam put a hand on his muzzle, encouraging him to go further.

“Fracture… stop,” Sam moaned after a few moments, much to Fracture’s surprise. He complied regardless and extracted his muzzle from between Sam’s legs, a line of juice connecting them.

“What is it?”

Her judgment well and truly clouded, Sam gingerly got off the loveseat. Fracture curiously followed her down and watched as Sam crouched down in front of the furniture, resting her arms on the seat and sticking her butt out. “Fracture,” she sang, catching a look at the changeling’s throbbing, shiny black cock, “make me yours~”

“Are you sure?” Fracture asked. As much as he wanted to, he liked to take good care of potential ‘recurring food sources’, as he liked to call them. “I wouldn’t want to… hurt you.”

“Frag, you couldn’t possibly hurt me,” Sam insisted. She reached back with one arm to invitingly slap her pussy. The sopping sound certainly made Fracture believe she might actually be right – he didn’t have quite that much experience in the field of sexual intercourse and in fact based his earlier cunnilingus on an attempt to eat an ice cream cone – but with things that soaked in lubricating juices, he couldn’t imagine much trouble.

It didn’t help that his judgment wasn’t entirely clear by then either.

Breathing heavily, Fracture skittered into position behind Sam and climbed onto her back. He valiantly tried to align his shaft to his target, slapping Sam in all the right ways in the attempt until she reached out and took hold of it to help. He hopped forward a little bit and rubbed his dick against Sam’s waiting snatch to see how she’d take it.

“Oh god, Fraggle. Stop teasing me and fuck me already!”

Fracture smirked as he teasingly slapped his cock against Sam’s crotch. “What was that?”

“I said fuck me, you filthy, delicious, buggy horse thing,” Sam spat between breaths. She was like a totally different woman now that she was all riled up, Fracture thought. “Take that black bastard and tear me apart!”

That was really all Fracture needed to know. He leaned forward, opened his mouth to suck in as much lust and love as Sam exuded, lined up his cock one more time and started pushing. He found Sam was pretty tight, even though she was soaked and had his muzzle in there minutes ago, but didn’t have a proverbial fuck to give about it. Instead, he focused on the lone, literal one and hilted himself. Sam moaned rather loudly, especially when Fracture’s medial ring passed through, and Fracture found himself almost surrounded in a (to him literal) fog of lust. It was like bathing in the richest chocolate bits could buy. He pulled out almost to the head, took a deep breath, and started to properly pound his new favorite meal.

Author's Note

Dear Princess Celestia, this thing was as large as chapter four before it even got close to the sexy part!

Names for this chapter: Samantha Carter + Malcolm Reynolds. Fractured Mindset with thanks to CloudHop. Smokescreen from the Transformers, and Piercing Gaze as a line-of-sight-ish name based on his having a horn.