Author's Note

A quick word before you continue reading. This clopic was certainly a product of its time considering it reads like it was written by a 14-year-old. This is why I won't make any changes to the story itself but I will say that my mind is in a less terrible place this day than what came up with the asinine ideas of what I wrote here. For any readers reading this in 2020, I say know that this story sucks. At least to me. It has some very questionable content that is skimming the line the rules of Fimfiction and I do not intend to continue the story in the same fashion.

Perhaps I could alter some of the chapters and implement better grammar or edit out parts that I as an older person now would never consider writing but I hardly see the point. I'm gonna leave it alone and hope this doesn't come back and bite me in the ass cuz the moment it does I'm deleting this steaming pile of garbage. This will then be followed by me writing more steaming piles of garbage that may be slightly less stinky because I'm bored. But I'd like to say thank you to those who liked the story and supported me. You are the reason I ever came back here. I think you guys may deserve an ending or at least another chapter. With that said, if you are reading this as a new reader, expect what you would expect written by a sexually confused teenager who got infatuated with cartoon ponies.

-Regards, Redout

Pony like a rock star

In the royal dining hall of the Changeling Hive...

"Don't slouch, dear, it is not proper manners." Queen Chrysalis, the ruler of the changeling hive, sat in her royal dining throne, instructing her son of proper mannerism. Her son sat on the opposite end of the grand, twenty-foot long table, holding a hand to his ear for he could not hear what his mother said.

"Excuse me?" he said, "I didn't hear you, mom. What was that?"

"I said don't slouch." She says sternly, leaning forward a bit and speaking louder. Her long, lustrous, pale green hair full of holes drooped over her ample breasts and skating above the food on her plate.

"What?" Her son, who goes by the short name of Fred, poked a finger into his ear to clean out whatever was obstructing his hearing.

"I said don't slouch!" Chrysalis said louder, standing up from her seat to lean in further.

"Don't grouch? I'm actually in a good mood today, mom." Fred said back, shrugging his shoulders and poking his dinner with a fork.

"Oh for the love of..." In frustration, chrysalis sat back in her seat and snapped her fingers. She used her magic to teleport the unsuspecting Feedback into the seat next to her. Plate and all.

"I said don't slouch. Honestly, dear, why do you sit so far away from me? Are you scared of your own mother?" Fred didn't answer right away. Not only because it was a difficult topic, but he was a little frazzled by being suddenly teleported from one place to another. Magic was unfamiliar to him since he could not use it. When it's used on him, it leaves him a little shaken up.

"I uh....." Fred stutters for a bit, trying to find an answer. He brushed a hand over his head to make sure his short, spiky, purple hair was still there. " I just feel that my place is just on the other side of the table."

"Honey, this is your seat." She says in a dead-pan tone. She showed with a hand Feedback's name inscribed on the chair that he was sitting in. "You're my only son and your place is right next to me where mommy can hug and kiss you!" She reached over with her slender arms and pulled Fred's head into her humongous bosoms. She wore a satin black dress that hugged her slim body like a glove, giving her extreme, ample cleavage. She gave him several pecks on the head as he flailed about, trying to pry his mouth from in between her glorious tits.

"Mom...can't breath...." He muffled into her chest. His cool breath sent loving shivers down Chrysalis's spine. She loved it when her only son "accidentally" motorboated her well-endowed assets. In fact, she loved just about any skin contact with her son. It gave her tingling in her nethers.

"Oops...sorry, love." After a seemingly delayed-release, Fred inhaled a pocket of air and slumped back in his seat.

"Sorry, mom." He wheezed, trying not to blush from her mother's affection. "I guess I've been a little distant lately."

"Why distant?" Chrysalis prodded, taking a lady bite of her mashed potatoes. "You don't talk to me as much as you used to." She made a pouting face to her son. Her lustful, green eyes sparkling with desire as she ogled Fred's chiseled chest. He was wearing that gray muscle shirt that she just got mad horny over, along with his favorite black skinny jeans with the chain belt that only "Douchbags" would wear but looked so tantalizing on her son.

"I'm sorry, mom." He said again with a sheepish smile. "It's not that I don't like to talk to you, but you're the only person I could talk to." Fred cut a piece from his turkey leg and took a bite. It was surprisingly juicy. Chef Nougat was an exceptional cook.

"What I mean is...," he paused. "There really aren't any other changelings in the hive that I could have an actual conversation with. Most of them are too dumb because they're attack drones or trip over themselves. After all, I'm the one and only prince." Fred tried to explain his peril, but his mother was to busy looking at the slight bulge in his pants.

"Go on..." she said. In her head were steamy memories of seeing her son naked in the shower recently by "accident". His "little solider" has really grown since his twentieth birthday, in both thickness, and length. He's a real filler' upper' she lustfully thought, licking her lips.

"I mean...sure I'd like to talk about what I like, but what about them? I'd like to get to know somebody who didn't treat me like royalty. Even if that is what I am. I want to find a friend, or someone, who can treat me like I'd treat me: just a regular guy."

Chrysalis was still not listening. Too busy having naughty wet daydreams of her son's monster phallus. It shook her to her core thinking about that dick. How wet it makes her...

"Wouldn't you agree mom?"

"Huh?" She snapped out of her trance as she looked at her son's curious face.

"Mom, are you okay? You look a little under the weather." Fred said, tilting his head.

"Oh...um... I was just uh...." Chrysalis paused for a second until an idea spawned in her mind. "I was just thinking about how to solve your problem!"

She actually did have an idea. A resplendent idea. A dirty, sexually driven, naughty idea.

"Ever since you were born my beloved son..." She started. "You were born with a gift. You give love rather than feed on it."

It's true. Strange as it may seem, Fred was quite possibly the first "anti" changeling to be birthed. His muscularly toned body radiates the purest energy that all changelings feast upon. Love. It practically overflows with it. It builds up in his body like nectar ambrosia, seeping out of every pore of his body. Mere skin contact could leave you a sopping mess of vaginal fluids from the unbelievable sensations if you're not too careful. His mother however could only feel a small percentage of it because changelings can't feed off of other changelings. It truly frustrated her to no end not being able to feel the full force of his love. It'd be like a runaway freight train of orgasms.

She's only felt his love once.

It was when he turned eighteen when his love began to build up immensely due to his changing body. It piled on him so severely, he almost went insane with lust and desire. He locked himself in his room for a few days, completely unknown to what was happening to his body. He sweats, and tossed, and turned. His skin burned all over as his body writhed in agony. He mumbled to himself, losing every bit of self-control. His member erect in full force, twitching with demanding wanton desire, begging to have something wrapped around it.

That was until his mother walked in to check on him.

"Is everything okay sweetie?" She asked, walking into his bedroom.

At that moment, everything made sense to Fred. What he had to do to make this go away, to sate his raging desire. The unthinkable.

Chrysalis always loved her son in more ways than one, but even she didn't expect to be pounced on by him.

"Honey. What are you doing?" She says in surprise, trapped between the velvet sheets of his queen-sized bed, and the weight of his body holding her arms apart from her ample chest. Fred said nothing, only thrust forward into a passionate kiss. Chrysalis squeaked in surprise at her son's sudden invasion of his tongue in her mouth. But it felt so good....it felt so right...

She kissed him back, moaning as he slid his hand up the hem of her satin dress. The same dress she wears today as a reminder.

The feeling of his fingers on the black skin of her thighs sent shivers down her spine. They released their passionate kiss, inhaling short gasps, and quickly heating the room with their ragged breath. Chrysalis looked down and noticed her son was only wearing a pair of boxers. A gigantic tent pitched in his groin. She felt all too familiar wetness between her legs. It burned her up inside, and filled her with the greatest contempt to know what she wanted was about to be given to her.

Her son's massive meat inside her soaking marehood.

"Fuck me." She stated, giving her son a determined look of lust. Fred was already on the edge of self-control. His mind is driven by the animalistic need to fuck. He slid his hand further up her dress until his fingers reached the band of her thin green panties.

Chrysalis's horn glowed a green aura, enveloping his boxers, and pulling them to his ankles. His meat was released into its full glory, throbbing with arousal. Oh gods it was so glorious....the envy of any stallion. And it was all hers.

Fred was losing his patience. With a swift motion, he pulled off her mother's panties from underneath her dress. His body shook with anticipation, he couldn't hold it any longer. He didn't have time to take off her clothes, he needed to be inside her. Now!

Sliding his hands over her slender legs, he spread her thighs apart, revealing her already soaked and puffy cunt. Her long green tail twitched and swung beneath it, like a beckoning finger to his mother's mouth-watering uterus. Chrysalis braced herself for she knew what was coming next. Taking a fast hold to her leg with one hand, and clutching her left breast with the other, he plunged into her at full force.

Chrysalis screamed in both pain and pleasure as he shoved his massive member farther into her tight pussy. Her mouth hung agape at the amazing sensations that crashed onto her body wave after wave like currents on rocks. Just the feeling of being filled beyond her wildest dreams has already left her a drooling mess.

"Ah.....ah!" She gasped as he let his member reside in her convulsion cunt for a few seconds. Her walls squeezed his currently stationary member, soaking it to the brim, lubricating it for the passionate pounding he was about to give her.
The velvet fabric of the bed sheets was already stained with her overflowing love juices, by simple penetration alone, Chrysalis has experienced her first incestral orgasm. God did it feel absolutely wet, and amazing.

Enough of this, it was time for Fred's hunger to be fed. Pulling agonizingly slowly out of her sopping mare hood, he grabbed the light fabric upon his mother's breasts and pulled with all his might. The skin-tight fabric ripped like paper, her gorgeous mounds popping out, and jiggling as if really all they were were sacks of milk. The same milk he drank when was just a baby when he used to suckle on her green-tinged teats.

This time, he grabbed hold of her tail with his free hand after balancing her lifted leg onto his shoulder and gave it a pull as he thrust all of his girths inside of her again.

"Aaaaggghhh....yeeeessss!!!!" She screamed to the heavens as her beloved son steadily pounded her soaking love hole. "Faster! Fasteeeerrrrr!" She yelped in passionate demand that her son bites her firm nipples as he proceeded to fuck her. He happily obliged. He gently dug the tip of his fangs into her sensitive mounds, thrusting his meat into her at a much faster pace.

"Ah...ah....ah...ah!" She let out a gasp with every thrust, their black-skinned bodies audibly slapping from all her love fluids in between them. He pulled her tail harder, shoving his dick farther into her. She could feel his tip brushing her core. No one ever touched her core. It was enough to make her body rock on yet another orgasm. Her cunt clamping around him like a vice, spewing her mare juice all over his already moist spire and bedsheets.

With her free hand, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face to hers. His violet eyes meeting her deep green ones. "Bite me..." she moaned, barely able to even conjure a sentence as she was getting fucked silly. After his order, Fred brushed his muzzle over her open neck and bit down.

"Ah!" Chrysalis let out a yelp of pain, but exceptional pleasure as a small trickle of blood flowed down her neck from his open maw.

Fred could feel he was on the edge. The pressure on his groin was getting more and more immense with every loud wet slap from soaking skin to soaking skin. In a final attempt to further pleasure his mother before his climax, he pinched her stiff nipples with his free hand. He messaged the majestic mounds, grabbing them, groping them, sucking them. Chrysalis couldn't think anymore. Her mind has reached a blank full of nothing but fuck, fuck, and more fuck. A little saliva trickled off her lolling tongue down her cheek as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

It was an amazing experience to have her son rut her. It was a passionate moment she will never forget. As she wrapped her legs around him upon her third orgasm, he erupted inside of her, overflowing her mare hood with built-up seed. A gigantic energy blast of raw love power shot through her core, shattering everything she knew about sex, and replacing it with the greatest sensation known to pony kind. A gift from the gods, the gift of the eternal orgasm.

Fred kept thrusting into her after he shot blast after blast of his fertile love seed into her gaping hole. His cum was like some kind of super drug. A drug that not only knocked chrysalis unconscious three seconds after he came but also gave her a good night's sleep. One she hasn't had in a long time.

Ever since that night she slept with her loving son, she felt happier, seemed to have more energy throughout the day, and even slept better! His liquid love has pumped itself inside of her veins, making her a much healthier, and happier person. She has her son to thank for that.

Too bad he couldn't remember any of it.

Now back to the present.

"I think you should take a vacation," Chrysalis said.

"A vacation?" Fred was a little caught off guard by this but nodded his head as began to understand. "Vacation where?"

"A nice little town north of dodge junction, a very lovely place that I've been to on several occasions."

A changeling waiter walked over to the table and took their empty plates.

"It's the perfect place to make new friends! I know how much you want to go out and see the world outside the cave. This is the perfect opportunity!"

Ever since Chrysalis discovered Fred's "gift" she has left him cooped up in the hive. She was worried that her son could get hurt since he doesn't feed off of love. But he's a stallion now, he's perfectly capable of taking care of himself.

"What is this place?" Fred was excited. Yes! He can finally leave the cave! He could jump up and down with glee.

"It's a nice place called Ponyville, I'm sure you'll love it." Emphasis on love.

Fred was all for it, a chance to finally meet other ponies that weren't completely stupid or always at his beck and call. A chance to meet a friend that he can finally talk to.

A town where no pony knows him.

A place that was full of beautiful mares.

A place where the mares outnumber the stallions twelve to ten.

Around "that" time of year. Oh......jeez.

Sounds like adventures a-brewin'!!