Young Love Is The Tastiest

Cloud Chaser woke up reluctantly, as if she was coming out of a deep sleep. She felt like she was laying on her back, on top of something soft and fluffy.

So, she tried to get up on all fours, only to comprehend that her hooves felt like they were stuck in what felt suspiciously like jelly, and that they were firmly stuck where they were.

When she opened her eyes and looked around, she saw that she was on a rather plush bed in a darkly lit room. Her head was on a pillow and her hooves were covered in a light green slime, and-

Cloud Chaser's eyes widened when she remembered what she saw when she was last awake, and she began to scream and try to shake out of the green gunk on her hooves.

"Help me! Somepony help me! There's a changeling in here!" she wailed, struggling as she attempted to lean forward in attempt to break the bonds holding her front hooves above her head, which felt like they were as strong as any set of shackles.

Soon after she began her attempt to escape, get off the bed, or something, though, the door at the end of the room opened and the hideous creature that kidnapped her entered, unnatural hide black and shiny and horrible eyes big and green. Cloud Chaser paused instinctively, knowing that she was probably going to get hit or worse for trying to escape from her bonds.

But, the changeling surprised her, because it looked embarrassed.

"Oh, please, don't struggle." the changeling said as it moved towards the bed, it's voice sounding buzz-like and unnatural, "There's no point in trying."

Cloud Chaser couldn't help but stare at the changeling, because it almost looked embarrassed. It's face was more ponylike then the one's she saw flying around in Canterlot more than a year ago, and it was far taller too. It must be an adult, Cloud Chaser decided immediately, because she had heard that they started foal-sized and they got bigger the more love they sucked from ponies. But that didn't matter, because she was going to kick the thing in the face and get out of wherever she was as soon as she broke the bonds on her hooves.

"Oh yeah," she retorted cockily, making a show of trying to rip the slime binding her hooves off her, "why's that?"

Cloud Chaser immediately regretted saying that, because she saw the changeling raise a sharp hole-covered hoof, and Cloud Chaser futilely tried to shield her face with one of her wings, only to find that, to her despair, both of them were stuck quite firmly to the sides of her chest.

Cloud Chaser gritted her teeth neverless, and braced herself for a hit.

A hit that never came.

Cloud Chaser felt one of her locks of hair hesitantly pushed from her forehead and off to the side, out of her face.

"Oh, dear, are you okay?" the changeling, the creature that kidnapped her, asked, sounding damnably, impossibly concerned.

Cloud Chaser opened her eyes slowly, and stared dumbfoundedly at the aberration that was smoothing out her hair with a lean not-hoof. She wanted to tell the creature to get away from her, but as far as she could tell the only part of her body she had any hope at moving was her head, and currently there was a leg like a piece of metal with sharp chunks missing from it too close to her neck then she liked.

So, she decided to answer the creature with the deadly black hole-covered murderleg.

"No, I'm tied down in a bed in a place I don't know and you're the changeling who kidnapped me."

Cloud Chaser was a little proud at how impressively bitter she sounded.

The changeling, rightly so, flinched, and pulled it's leg away from her head. Cloud Chaser felt that her carefully-styled bangs were completely undone by the creature's ministrations, and, completely illogically, she felt annoyed about it.

"I suppose you have a point." the changeling said lightly, moving away from her slightly so it could lean down towards her without looking directly down at her, "You're name is Cloud Chaser, correct?"

When she heard her name, felt a wave of panic. "Who told you my name!"

The changeling blinked and moved slightly away from her, as if she was the one at fault here. "The stallion, Thunderlane."

Cloud Chaser's eyes widened considerably, and bit her lip, as to stop herself from crying out.

"Where is he and what have you done with him!"

The changeling blinked again. Cloud Chaser noticed that the creature's eyes skirted towards the door.

"If you promise to keep you're voice down, I would be happy to tell you anything you want." the changeling replied simply.

Cloud Chaser was still surprised by the changeling's politeness, but still didn't like where she was.

"Why should I?" she said, regretting doing so immediately afterwards.

"I magically soundproofed the walls, so nopony's going to actually hear you if you." the changeling replied, matter-of-factly, "And because you cannot be free from you're bonds without me allowing you to, I would suggest you listen to me."

The changeling paused for a few moments. "Also, you are really loud."

Cloud Chaser scowled at the changeling, before suddenly having one of her winning ideas. If changeling feed on love, this one might be hungry. So, really...

"Why did you kidnap me?" Cloud Chaser asked, tugging absent-mindedly on her left front hoof, "You guy's feed on love and stuff, right?"

The changeling giggled slightly. It was, Cloud Chaser had to admit, a cute sound, even with it's voice being a little odd.

"My kind feed on love, yes," it said, giving her a little smile, like it was pleased at her knowing something that probably all of ponykind knew by now, "but consider what day it is. I shan't need to feed on love again in a month. No, you are here for a more important reason then for a meal."

Cloud Chaser bit her upper lip, and tried to wiggled her forelegs pitifully. She was stuck, and she was at the mercy of the hole-ridden creature beside her.

"So, what's the point of kidnapping me, then?" she half-whimpered.

The changeling smiled brightly, and Cloud Chaser saw it's mouthful of pearly white fangs, she forced herself not to scream.

"Well, actually, you have a choice between two options." the changeling replied, sounding as mild as a maid. "But, I would like you to consider them quite carefully."

Cloud Chaser stared at the changeling, feeling a fleeting bit of annoyance. "Uh, sure? Look, just tell me what you want from me so I can get on with my life."

The changeling blinked. "You are taking this better then the stallion." she said slowly, giving her a weary, narrowed-eyed look that was quiet close to being apprehensive.

Realizing that she had no idea where Thunderlane was, Cloud Chaser felt a wave of nervousness pass through her.

"Is he okay?" she asked quietly, trying to do her best to not sound like she was truly and utterly panicking.

The changeling nodded it's head, to her relief. "He is resting, and I must admit you cannot see him right now. He's in a delicate position at the moment."

Cloud Chaser bit the inside of her mouth, to steady herself. She was in a bad position, but she could get through it. She's been in bad positions before, and even though being kidnapped by a changeling for some reason and ending up tied down on a bed and having no idea where she was was pretty bad, she'd made it through two out of those three before and gotten out alive.

But Thunderlane...she didn't know if he did.

"You didn't hurt him, did you?" she said forcefully.

"Oh, no. He's going to be better then ever in a day or so." the changeling said cheerfully, leaning in close enough to Cloud Chaser that she noticed that the creature's greenish-blue hair smelled faintly musty, "He made his choice before you did."

Cloud Chaser felt her blood freeze, just from hearing the words leaving the creature's lips. "What's the choice? What do I have to do to get out of here?"

The changeling smiled brightly and brought it's front not-hooves together, dragonlike eyes practically sparkling with repressed glee. "I am glad you asked!" it said, before putting it's hooves on the bed, making it seem taller from her perspective. "Well, a changeling hive has two sorts of changelings in it. Would you like to guess what that means?"

She forced herself to answer. "No."

The changeling frowned like a foal deprived of a favored toy, but continued anyway. "Well, it's quite simple. There are the drones, and there are, how shall I say, intelligent changelings. I can make drones, but I can't make intelligent ones."

She felt uncertain on how she was supposed to take that. "So, you're, uh-"

"Oh, pardon me." the changeling said, "My name is Carapace, and I am a Princess. I am here in Canterlot to establish a hive, hence why you are here, among others."

Cloud Chaser's eyes went wide, and suddenly became very aware that she had no idea where her life was going at this point.

"So, what was that choice again?" she asked, hoping that one of said choices allowed her to live.

Carapace, as that was the name of the freaky tall changeling, apparently, smiled again. "Well, there are only two ways to create a changeling intelligent enough to direct other members of the hive. The easiest way, of course, is to convert a pony into a changeling."

Cloud Chaser, when she comprehended what Carapace said, shook her head furiously.

"Nope."

She, while pretty sure that she wasn't in a nightmare anymore, didn't want to make her life worse then it currently was.

Carapace tilted her head and blinked, frowning. "The stallion said that, too. Is there something I am missing?"

Cloud Chaser rolled her eyes, and made a little wiggle motion with her shoulders, as she couldn't actually wave her hooves around dismissively.

"Why would a pony want to become a changeling?" she half-whined, annoyed at the changeling's casual and soft tone of voice.

Carapace shrugged. "Well, most ponies don't have magic and the ability to fly. Besides," she paused, and, to Cloud Chaser's horror prodded her left teat, "you are all really soft, like grubs. I don't get how you don't hurt yourselves when you walk around, really."

Refusing to squirm under pressure, Cloud Chaser forced herself to grin. "What's the second option?"

"The second option is for you to serve the hive as a pony." Carapace replied simply, taking her cold, hard hoof off Cloud Chaser's sensitive bits.

"So, uh, cleaning it and stuff? Take out the trash?" Cloud Chaser said, half-hoping that her guesses were true in some way.

Carapace smiled at her, like she had said something funny. "Oh, well, perhaps, when the hive gets bigger. But, as for now, the hive needs changelings, so you would be helping make more changelings. A intelligent changeling also arises from the pairing of a pony mare and a intelligent changeling."

When Cloud Chaser heard that, she felt herself get a little dizzy. She feebly struggled to flare her wings, but knew it was in vain. She didn't deserve this.

In her despair, though, Cloud Chaser suddenly came upon a idea. The changeling was weird and freaky, but it also though it could use her like some broodmare, or something messed up like that, so anything that could get her out of wherever she was was fair game.

"That wouldn't work with me, though." Cloud Chaser said quickly.

"Hmm? Why not?"

The changeling looked concerned at her, she thought, and she wasn't sure if it was sad for her or itself.

"Can't get pregnant, got my tubes tied." Cloud Chaser lied smoothly.

Carapace didn't outwardly react to Cloud Chaser's words, but her silence was enough. The changeling's mouth opened and closed a few times, as if she was going to say something, but eventually the changeling just looked down at Cloud Chaser, frowning.

"That's..." the changeling paused, as if regretting opening it's mouth, "That's fixable. You can be converted. I am sorry, but I cannot let you go, and..."

The changeling stopped talking once again, and gave Cloud Chaser's stomach an inquisitive look.

Suddenly, she saw the changeling's horn glow a sickly green, and Cloud Chaser suddenly felt numb and cold all the way to her bones and beyond and alone and scared and the only thing that she could see were two dragon eyes starting down at her like two emerald suns and she felt like everything she ever loved was being burned and stretched and warped -

-and when she forced herself to breath, everything felt cold, from the clammy sheets to the thick slime coating her hooves to the unnatural hoof stroking her head.

Carapace frowned lightly at Cloud Chaser, and the pegasus mare's attempts at shutting her eyes and moving her head to the side weren't working, and it took her a few moments that her body wasn't moving when she wanted to move. She felt numb and weak and her mind was moving so slow.

"You lied to me." the changeling said after some time of smoothing out the pegasus's forehead, which was moist with perspiration, "But, I think we could work on that, in time."

Cloud Chaser had a few words in mind for that, but when she opened her mouth, she found herself struggling to speak, and what was meant to me 'Get away from me you crazy bitch!' came out as "Yes, princess."

The changeling nodded, and continued to lightly stroke Cloud Chaser's mane back. "Now, your name is Cloud...Kicker? Comet Cloud? Something about a cloud?"

"Cloud Chaser." the pegasus said unwillingly, by reflexes that weren't her own. "My name is Cloud Chaser, your majesty."

The changeling smiled horribly at Cloud Chaser, looking earnestly happy. "Please get off the bed. Slowly move your hooves, do not move too quickly."

Cloud Chaser, to her surprise and mortification, felt her body move clumsily without her meaning to move, and as her hooves slid out of the slime with a sloppy wet motion she felt very, very stupid.

As she stood on the bed, wings half-unbound from the band of sticky goo covering her midsection and her hooves cold and wet from slime, legs shaking like a newborn, Carapace moved in front of the bed and gestured for her to move off it.

Cloud Chaser did so, no matter how much she didn't want too, and she wanted to cry when she saw just how happy the freakish moth-eaten thing standing next to her was.

Carapace, thankfully, didn't say anything more as she walked out of the room, but Cloud Chaser felt herself follow the changeling, as if she had no will of her own.

The room she entered was expensive looking, but it probably looked better when it wasn't blanketed with shadow and the windows were not covered. Cloud Chaser realized she didn't even have an idea what time it was, and she couldn't even see what was right in front of her, with the only things giving off light in the room being the changelings eyes.

"Lay down on your back, now." Carapace said suddenly.

"Yes, of course." Cloud Chaser slurred slightly, letting herself tip over softly and rolling on her back, as ordered. As she did so, the conscious, real Cloud Chaser wanted to cry, but her tear ducts weren't her own at this point.

"Spread you're legs, dear." Carapace said, moving her shiny hoof in wiggly patterns in the air, like an instructor.

Cloud Chaser did so immediately, even though she didn't want to do so more than she never wanted to do something in her entire life.

Carapace looked down at her sex for a few moments, like a pervert, before taking a few steps to the side. Cloud Chaser saw the changeling flutter eye eyes a few time, seemingly to the pitch darkness in front of her.

"Sterling, I got you a present!"

After the changeling finished speaking, Cloud Chaser heard something like a growl, and felt the softly muffled thumps of a set of hooves heading towards her. She managed to shut her eyes and pretend that everything was going to be fine.

When she felt the frosty, blunt touch of a chitinous hoof on her sex, she opened her eyes.

She wanted to scream, cry, or die, because she felt like she was truly and utterly dead inside already, but when the large changeling standing in front of her took it's hoof away from her, stepped over her, and simply started to mount her like an animal, belly-to-belly and without any feeling, all she did was move her hips around to give the creature a easier access to her snatch and tried to breath.

She did this because she was scared and she didn't have a choice and it felt like she would die if she didn't do what her body told her to do and she was so cold.

It was only a few minutes before the beast stiffened, and what was left of Cloud Chaser's mind raced and tried to do something, but her thoughts were so sluggish at this point she couldn't make the effort to try and protest.

When the creature came, though, something wracked through the pegasus body; a feeling almost unreal, but truly familiar. Even when the thing raised itself off of her, green sticky fluid still trailing from it's bulbus member, it took the dazed pegasus a few moments to realize what she just happened.

Oh, she thought, after quite some time, that's what warmth feels like.