Author's Note

Pre-Warning: This chapter contains evil things, and will in no way hinder you to skip it. Ponies and Humans don't mix! They don't! Eventually we would eat them all once the bombs drop! Do not get attached to your pony companions my friends, their luscious bodies are more than just cock-pockets and friendly conversations! They are food!
Changeling bodies, however... I could see myself surviving in an apocalypse with a Changeling... I can't very well eat them, they can turn Human, and they can fly and use magic. Really, it's the perfect companion if you don't mind the fact that their draining you of your life force every second you're with them and when they're through with you they'll toss you away like an old chicken bone. Yeah, I think I could live with that.
This involves a Changeling... I'm not sorry...

Also, I've been playing the beta of ESO- The Elder Scrolls Online- and it's really cool. Well, aside from the fact that I run about ten frames on the lowest settings, that is. But besides that, it's real cool and you should check it out. I'm a Wood Elf with a big, long sword, and I'm just aching to put it inside of you...

Question of the day: What is the technical term for fucking a bug? Is there one? Is it just considered bestiality? Let me know!
My guess: Entophilia.

Love Frees Them...

The young sergeant and I made our way to the local pub, both of us snickering about my plan for revenge. It was simple, really. We would go into the pub, make a scene in front of everybody there, and then go upstairs for fun time loud enough to make the entire city know what's going on. Once that's done, badda-boom! Ruined reputation for her, freedom and a free meal for Mirage, and I get laid! It's a win for everybody involved! A win-win-win, if you will.

I kicked open the pub doors, crashing them against the walls loudly. "Get the fuck outta my way, you pony bastards!" I shouted as I kicked what looked like a sailor out of my way. "I need a drink and a blowjob, and all I see is a bunch of bastards around bar! So unless you colts like the taste of cock and cum you'd better get the bloody fuck outta my way!"

I stomped up to the bar, creating a huge gap in the crowd within. "Whiskey. Coupla fingers," I said as I took my helmet off and placed it next to me on the counter.

The barmare nodded quickly, disappearing beneath the counter for the appropriate ingredients.

I looked over the counter, getting a lovely view of her girl bits. "Say, lil' missy, if'n you be needin' of a coupla fingers yourself, I could always oblige ya, say, right now!" I said loudly, slapping her flank and leaving a red mark in the shape of my hand on her pale rump.

She yelped, in surprise I'd wager, and quickly gave me a large bottle of what I was hoping to be whiskey. She then hurried into a back room behind the bar with a bright blush clear on her face.

I took a long drag straight from the bottle, draining at least half of it in one go. That's when the door slammed open behind me. I turned, recorking the bottle and sneered at the one who entered. "Well, well, fuckin' well... If it ain't lil' miss sergeant bitch," I said lazily. "Come to insect me blade? I assure you, it's very sharp."

She glared at me, advancing on my seat at the bar. "You will use respect when addressing me, Mercenary," she hissed out.

I laughed and pulled the cork out with my teeth. "No fanks," I mumbled around it. Then I spat it out and nailed her right between the eyes.

She was shaking with rage, her eyes boring holes in mine.

I sneered at her, noticing how quiet the pub was. I thought I heard a mouse fart. "So, is this thoughtful lil' visit business, or pleasure?" I asked just before draining the rest of the bottle.

"A little of both," she said, a small smile creeping across her lips.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" I asked.

She nodded slowly, coming even closer. "You see, some of my soldiers think that you should be rotting away in a dungeon somewhere underneath Canterlot. And I happen to agree with them."

I noticed a bit of movement in the corner of my eyes. I thought I caught a small bit of golden armor. At that point, I was wondering whether or not this was the real sergeant. Eh, who cares? "Really now? So, are you going to try to arrest me? After the mayor spe-"

"To Tartarus with what the mayor said!" she growled. "I'm bringing you in, and nothing can stop me from doing it!"

I shrugged. "Well, you're certainly welcome to try, sweetheart. But I'm not responsible for anythin' in your body that gets broken in the attempt," I told her, leveling my gaze right at her.

She smirked at me.

I scowled at her.

Faster than an arrow, she sprinted at me head on. Had she been wearing a helmet, I would have been worried.

I raised my hand, palm outwards.

She collided face first with my mail-covered hand, stopping instantly.

I held her by the face and lifted her up off the ground. "So, how's that plan workin' out for ya?" I teased. " 'Cause, to me at least, it looks like you just got screwed." A twisted smile split across my face. "Actually, not yet you don't," I said, letting my eyes slide down her body to the hot spot between her legs. I lifted my other hand up and gently teased at it with my middle finger, making her squeal. "But that'll soon be fixed."

She mumbled something loudly around my hand that I couldn't understand.

I adjusted my grip so I was holding her by the neck instead of her face. "What was that, deary?" I snarled in her face.

She gave me a cold look. "I wanted to put you in a dungeon so we could have some privacy, you idiot! But now everypony knows about us!"

I pulled her towards me so she was less than an inch from my face. "Well, I guess this is my fault then, isn't it?" I said in a slimy voice.

She smirked. "Yes, it is." Then she forced her lips onto mine, quite violently in fact. She even managed to part my teeth with the tip of her tongue and saw fit to molest the inside of my mouth with it.

I sneered into the kiss, pushing the tongue wrestling out of my mouth and into her own. I quickly learned that she liked it when I was rough with her, and also that she moaned whenever I did anything too hard. I suppose forcing my plated fist up her cunt to the wrist counts as pretty hard, because she moaned so loud that she had to stop kissing me to catch her breath again.

"Shall we take this upstairs?" I asked her with a toothy smile.

She flashed me a tooth-filled smile right back. "Only if you carry me."

I chuckled and slung her over my shoulder. "I expect there's a room available," I told her. "Whether or not we have to kill the current tenant or not is unimportant."

She giggled. "Ooh, I love it when you talk like that! Say something else!"

I shook me head with a laugh. "I'm going to fuck you until you die of internal bleeding. Then I'll use your corpse as a fuck doll until I find another mare," I said, very seriously, as I climbed the stairs.

She giggled again. "Is that a promise?"

I raised an eyebrow as I stood in front of the first door I came across. "Maybe... just maybe..." Then I kicked the door in, snapping it off its hinges.

Inside there was a young pony couple cuddling on the bed, each with terrified looks at seeing us.

I stepped in the room, having to duck slightly so I didn't hurt my charge. "Out. Now."

Both of them sprinted out of the room faster than I'd ever seen a pony run before.

I chuckled to myself as I walked over to the bed, dumping the false sergeant on it roughly.

"Ooh, be careful," she complained with false annoyance. "I'm a delicate flower, you know."

I unstrapped my armor and was down to nothing but my boxers within a minute. "I sure hope not," I laughed. "If you are, you're gonna break."

She scoffed. "Oh please, I've heard that from dozens of stallions before," she said. "How big could you-"

I pulled off my boxers, showing myself to her.

She stared at it for a long time, her face frozen in its last action. Eventually, she gulped nervously and gave me an uneasy smile. "So... that's how big you can be..." she said, chuckling a bit.

I raised an eyebrow. "It's not even hard yet. I've still got inches to go yet," I told her.

Her eyes widened a bit. "But- b- It's already huge! How can it grow?!"

I frowned. "You've really never seen one this big?" I asked curiously.

She shook her head, never taking her eyes from my piece. "The biggest I've seen was on another Changeling, and you've still got almost half a foot on him. You're..." She shook her head. "You're like a Changeling's wildest dreams come true..." She trailed off, her hoof idly finding its way down to her soft spot.

I pulled my lip back into a nasty smile. "Wildest dreams huh? So, how would life in your homeland be for somebody like me?"

She shook her head. "Busy..." she said distantly, slowly playing with herself.

I watched her play with herself intently. It was... interesting to see. A hoof can really do interesting things when somebody wills it to, I guess. As I watched her touch herself, I could feel every heartbeat throb through my piece. My piece that was twitching to life, growing with every second. The scene that was in front of me was indeed quite hot.

"So, you ready?" I asked awkwardly.

She nodded, still staring at my piece.

Not needing any more invitation than that, I got on the bed, lifting her above me and sitting her on my lap with my piece pressed against her stomach. I had to smile as I saw the tip of it almost reaching her face.

She stared at it for a few seconds before giving the tip a little kiss. "It's almost cute," she giggled.

"Cute huh?" I asked. "Is it cute when I do this?" I asked, pulling my piece back and letting it bounce back, hitting her in the muzzle with it.

She glared at me.

I smirked. "So, want to suck me off first, or should we just get down and dirty with it?"

She smirked back. "I like the second option better," she joked.

I nodded, lifting her up and holding her over me, the tip poking at her entrance. "Try not to scream," I said jokingly.

"Why wou-"

I pulled her down until I couldn't fit any more inside of her, nearly bottoming out. Surprise, surprise, she did scream. Loud. Very loud. Loud enough so that the window in the room literally exploded outwards.

I chuckled darkly. "You don't listen very well, do you?" I teased.

She weakly punched me in the chest as she tensed up to the point of nearly pulling a muscle.

I just shook my head and slowly rocked her back and forth on top of me. "And here I was thinking that you were used to this," I said. "I guess you're just an amateur lay. But don't feel bad, I've had lots of those since I've been here."

She looked up at me with a cold glare, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. "Amateur?" she asked quietly. "I'm the best lay you'll ever have!" she yelled in my face.

I laughed. "Prove it."

Then I was on my back, her above me with a look of anger, pride, and smugness mixed together. She kissed me, very violently. She was almost literally attacking my mouth with her tongue, and I never wanted it to end.

She started working her hips, lifting off of me until I was only half-filling her, then slamming down as hard as she could. Every time she came down, it would make a wet slapping sound as our fun bits collided with the force of a speeding train.

I chuckled as best I could with her brutalizing my piece. I pulled my lips away from hers. "Amateur," I growled out before kissing her again, bringing the battle into her own mouth. I felt her bite my tongue, probably drawing blood, but I couldn't taste anything like blood. In fact, I could taste... Kiwi? I could taste a kiwi. Strange...

I started bucking my own hips up to meet hers when she came down onto me, getting a very happy sound from her. I made a happy sound too, but mine was much more manly. So manly in fact, that I felt the need to take over.

I rolled us over, getting a playful squeal from the false sergeant. I looked to where our bodies were connected. Then looked into her eyes. "I'm going to fuck you brain dead," I said coolly. I lifted her hind legs into the air, giving me a clear shot at her slick opening. "Don't scream."

Her eyes widened a bit and she put her hoof in her mouth.

I pushed into her, even forcing myself farther when I met with blockage. I guessed it was her womb, so I probably wasn't going to get any farther than that. But then I remembered my endless collection of anime...

I smiled evilly as I pulled out, just enough to leave the head inside, then pushed forward again even harder and meeting with that barrier again. I vaguely remember hearing screams of pleasure mixed with pleas for mercy, but I ignored them. I was focused solely on breaking through that damned womb!

Over and over I forced myself as far as I could go, but every time I met with impassable resistance. But I would not be deterred, oh no. I was going to split open the walls to her womb, and I was going to do it now!

I pushed into her as hard as I possibly could, growling like a feral wolf and pouring sweat. I could hear her screaming, could feel her body writhing beneath me. I felt her walls convulsing with crushing force, trying to suck the life out of me through my piece. But none of that was important. The important thing was that I felt that damned resistance lessen.

I shouted in triumph, my words having left me.

Then just as before I poured on the speed, thrusting in and out of her as fast as I could. I could feel my muscles burning from the torture I was putting them through, but it didn't matter. I could feel her wrap her front legs around my neck tightly and bite into my neck, but it didn't matter. I could feel myself bruising from the force at which our hips met, but it didn't matter. No, the only thing that did matter was that I break that damned barrier! I knew it was probably impossible, but I had to try!

I could feel my body fighting me as I tried and failed hundreds of times to break through. I could feel my body getting weaker by the minute. Anime had lied to me, that much was clear. Not that I really believed it to begin with, but I just thought that breaking through into her womb would feel fucking good. I would put money on it that it's tighter than anal in there.

I slowed down just a bit, allowing myself to catch my breath. As I gasped in air, I could hear my current lover gasping as well. Ragged, desperate gasps came from her. It sounded like she couldn't breathe during the time we were in bed. How long had we been in bed? I guessed that I must have lost track of time as I plowed her. When we first came into the pub, it was just reaching early evening. But as I stare at her beneath me, I could see her bathed in Moonlight from the broken window. It was nighttime.

I leaned down to meet her mouth with my own, tasting that sweet kiwi. Kiwi and sweat, a delicious combonation.

She moaned into the kiss, tightening her grip around my neck aa she kissed me back with ferocity. Her tongue danced with my own for what felt like hours before she carefully pushed me over, placing herself above me once again.

I smiled into the kiss, not minding one bit that she wanted to be on top. I always did like girls that could take charge.

She pulled away from me, flashing me a loving smile. "So... you're finally... done..." she breathed, laughing a bit at the end.

I raised an eyebrow and gave her a dirty smile. "Not really, no. I'm just getting started, and so is junior there."

She looked below her to where we were still connected and smiled. "Wow... I guess... you are..."

I grabbed both of her flanks and pulled her down on to my piece as far as she could go. I was pretty shocked when she went the whole way down with nothing more than a throaty moan.

Smirking up at her, I started to work her backside up an down on me. Something that caused me great amounts of pleasure, to be sure. It was good, very good. Hell, I'd even call it amazing. But, still...

I grabbed her by the throat, squeezing hard enough to cut off air flow. "I want you," I snarled.

She looked down at me, an uncomprehending expression on her face.

I squeezed harder. "I want you, Mirage!" I snarled in her face. "I don't want this, I want you!"

A smiled crept across her face before she was enveloped in green magic. When it was gone, Mirage, not the sergeant, was on top of me. "Happy?" she croaked out.

I let go, sneering at her. "Only if you can get me off."

She chuckled, bouncing her hips on me.

I growled at her, leaning up and kissing her passionately. I ran my tongue over her fangs, circling them before exploring the Changeling mouth. It still tasted of kiwi. Kiwi... I never liked kiwi, too damn hard to peel.

I sat up, holding her against my chest as she rocked her hips on me. The slickness of her was beautiful, as her juices made the feeling even better than it already was. She was like a furnace inside too, which added to the feeling.

She moaned every time my piece went farther into her, and gasped every time it came out. "It's! So! Great! Never! Ever! Stop!" she screamed, every word coming out as I went as deep as I could.

I groaned in pleasure, leaning forward and kissing her neck lightly. Her coat... wasn't a coat. It was chitin, like a beetle. Slightly disturbing, being reminded of the fact that I was essentially screwing a talking roach, but as my piece buried itself inside of her tight little cunny, I couldn't care less.

I kissed her chitin, licking up her neck and behind her ears. I smiled to myself when she gasped in pleasure, revealing to me a sweet spot on her body. "Mirage, I want to fill you up," I whispered into her ear.

She nodded, nearly stabbing my eye out with her horn. "D-do! It!"

I wrapped my arms around her and bounced her up and down on me fast and rough. I groaned loudly as I felt the heat increasing, sweat pouring out of me like crazy. She half-screamed half-moaned as I went, throwing her head back and letting everybody in the city know how she felt. That scroan (scream + moan = scroan) turned into a howl, which turned into a shriek, which turned into something that made my ears pop, which turned into something I couldn't hear at all.

That's when she came. Her cunt convulsed, twitched, contracted, squeezed, crushed, everything! If there was a word out there for death gripping my cock, her pussy did it. Her insides worked relentlessly at my piece, begging it to let go.

And that's exactly what happened.

I planted my lips on hers, kissing her like it was going to be my last kiss I'll ever have. Tongue, teeth, lips, tonsils, everything was involved. I cold hardly breathe as I came because of how intense the kiss was.

I could feel rope after rope after rope shoot into her. So much so I began to feel dizzy and lose control of my arms. My quick and poised bounces became wild and sporadic as I held her. I tightened my grip on her like she was the most precious thing in the world to me. "Fuck... me..." I breathed, falling on my back with her still hugged to my chest.

That's when my vision became blurry with black spots showing up. "My eyes..." I said weakly. "I... I can't move..."

Mirage looked at me with a slightly guilty smile on her face. "Uh, hehe, funny story..." she started, rubbing the back of her head with a hoof.

I scowled as best I could.

"Well, I maybe, kinda, sorta... have been feeding from you this whole time, and I used magic to keep you going past the point where you probably would have crashed... So, yeah..." She smiled at me innocently. "But you liked it though, right?"

I felt my eyes close themselves. "I'm... kill... you..."

She chuckled nervously. "Well, since you're, y'know, tired and all... I'll just help myself to some more love..." she said awkwardly.

I felt something wet and warm cover my forever-erect piece and start to slowly move itself up and down. My last conscious thought was how much I wanted to stay awake for whatever it was she was doing to me.