Forgotten Children

Chrysalis, cleaned from her bath, had dried and rolled about in the dirt prior to getting in the bed. As she waited there for him to come back, she noticed how dirty the sheets were becoming. “No matter,” she thought to herself, “They will need to be washed later anyway.”

Chrysalis needed this very badly, both for herself and her Hive. She was on the bed trying out different seductive poses when the report came in that he and Roddi had left the archives on their way back to Chrysalis. Sighing, she straightened up and just sat normally.

A faint fluttering from across the room notified her that her guest was coming. Chrysalis inhaled deeply. She needed to make sure this went right. The wall of changelings across from her parted, and there he stood, proud and unafraid.

Chrysalis panted in anticipation. She had always been attracted to confident males, and even now with all that she had seen of him, it was no different for her. As he approached she lowered her eyes seductively and said, “Welcome back, love. Come here and take me.”

He looked at Chrysalis with a serious expression. He was thinking of something that might get him aroused, as the present situation was doing nothing for him. He walked slowly to her bed, trying to buy himself time. He had not anticipated that it would be this difficult to do something so natural.

Chrysalis rolled to her left as he approached, lying her head on the sheets but keeping her emerald eyes fixed upon him. She allowed her tongue to roll out of her mouth, and licked her lips, meaning to entice him to come yet closer.

Meanwhile, he had reached the edge of the bed, and took a few steps onto it. Instead of heading straight to Chrysalis, he walked slightly away from her, coming around her right side. Chrysalis remained on her side, drawing up the leg facing him and lifting her tail slightly. He walked around behind her, and looked between her legs.

There he could see her entrance, and it was obvious that she was already quite aroused and ready by the swollen look of her black lips, and the deep green color just inside. He looked up and over her haunches. Chrysalis was in fact quite thin, and past her in the corners of his vision, he could see that the swarming wall had become mostly still as they all watched.

He narrowed his eyes, continuing around the other side of the prone figure on the bed. He didn’t much appreciate the audience, and tried to forget about them, instead focusing on the black shell of the awaiting female below him. As he walked back around towards her head, Chrysalis rolled over onto her back, her legs in the air.

“Come dear, don’t keep me waiting,” she cooed softly to him. “You shouldn’t be such a tease. I’m ready for you now, you don’t need to get me any more excited.” She shook her rump slightly.

He noticed, from his vantage point over her, that the area she had rolled away from had a small damp spot on it. He also noticed a smell that, although faint, was familiar to him. He exhaled and walked directly over Chrysalis. He stood directly overtop of her, and leaned his head down between her legs.

Chrysalis sighed happily and spread her legs to allow him full access. She looked up underneath him, but lying under his shadow, wasn’t able to pick out any details. She slowly craned her neck upwards towards his body.

Meanwhile, he had lowered his snout and rested his nose just beyond her sex, and inhaled slow and deep. Chrysalis stopped the advance of her head and panted softly, waiting for him to exhale. He complied, and exhaled hot air back on her wet folds.

Chrysalis moaned and let her head fall back onto the sheets. She looked back up through half-closed eyes but did not see any change in his underside. Curious, she began to reach her head up again when hot breath once again washed over her sex.

He closed his eyes, trying to imagine this smell coming from someone, anyone else than the one he was presently in the room with. He had always been very keen on smells, and his mind wandered to the distant past.

There he saw a golden mane and a purple coat. Purple wings with whitish-pink tips were tucked neatly at her sides. The mare underneath the beautiful hair winked at him. She was on his bed, in his room. He saw the sun setting out the window, leaving a golden trail of light through the dusty glass and into the room.

The mare on the bed lay on her stomach, facing him. “Come here, my lover,” she spoke in a deep, lustful voice. “Tomorrow we may die, and tonight I want to live as I never have before.”

He inhaled again, the sweaty aroma of Chrysalis laced with the pollen from flowers and the earthy smell of the dirt bringing his vision more and more to life. “Why do you think that we may die,” he mumbled, lost in his memory, “When so far we have lived so long?”

Chrysalis was lost in pleasure, and paid no attention to him. He rolled her head back and forth on the sheets, pushing her hips up against him with every long inhale of his breath.

“One of these days,” the mare in his vision said, “Tomorrow will be the day that we die. Not knowing which tomorrow that it may be, I choose to live more than I have each previous day.”

He panted against Chrysalis, and his long forked tongue left his lips in a long lick across her, tasting that familiar scent and causing Chrysalis to twitch underneath him. He shifted his hind legs about, barely aware of a pressure in his groin. He licked again, and felt the pressure become more urgent. He grunted, and shifted more, feeling something stretch but not give way. Chrysalis noticed his uncomfortable movements, and looked more curiously up at his underside. She used her horn to cast a soft green glow, but did not immediately realize what was happening.

“Ow,” he sounded from between her legs, raising his head up as his vision started to fade. “Fucking pitch. Ah!”

Chrysalis cocked her head as she started to understand. She reached a hoof up and gently felt around his underside, until she felt something hard underneath his tough skin. Pulling gently at his skin, she found the cause of his discomfort; the pitch he had grafted to himself was stuck in the slit of skin that held his shaft back. Chrysalis chuckled slightly, and massaged the area to loosen the pitch.

The rubbing was not helping his discomfort and he hissed at her, “Careful! Don’t break that.”

Chrysalis was not making much progress and she could feel his shaft starting to soften from the discomfort. Chrysalis quickly used her magic to free the stubborn pitch from his body, and was rewarded with a purple tip that popped free of its cage beneath his skin.

He sighed in relief, but his memory was mostly gone. He inhaled, trying to get the image back when he felt a wet tongue lapping at his tip. He twitched involuntarily and felt a sudden surge in his member as it pushed more out of its sheath. Leaning his head back to savor the feeling, he dimly noticed that the living walls were moving again, but he closed his eyes to shut it out.

Chrysalis, meanwhile, used her tongue to massage his long shaft, licking from base to tip as it extended from his body and swelled in size. She licked happily at it despite a rather bitter taste. Chrysalis pulled her head back to try and take in the size of it. His member had stopped extending, and hung underneath his body in its full length. Chrysalis was impressed, but an irritated growl from him stopped her gaze and she quickly moved back to licking him.

He grunted his approval and bucked his hips forward. Chrysalis wrapped her front legs over his back and pulled her face up to his shaft, licking with quick strokes. He panted harder and a bit of fluid leaked from his tip from years of pent up release and landed on Chrysalis’ stomach.

Chrysalis pulled away from him, not knowing how long he might be able to hold out, but taking another moment to look over his shaft. Having become more used to the shadow, she could now tell that it was mostly black in color, with splotches of purple, the same as his wings, spread throughout. It was also tapered, graduating from its thick base to a small tip. She also noticed it appeared to excrete a lubricant of its own, but another growl from him forced her attention away yet again.

He stepped to the side and using his left foot, pushed at Chrysalis to make her roll over. She allowed him to do so, drool falling from her lips to the now disheveled sheets.

He turned around to face her backside, and again using his hoof to slide under her, yanked her rump up roughly. Chrysalis almost lost her balance from the sudden movement, but managed to keep her footing and stand up. She adjusted her feet, widening her stance. She could feel her own juices flow out of her, pulled by gravity, to run down her rear legs.

“Look at you,” he said from behind her, “Gushing like a mare in her first heat.”

Chrysalis looked back at him to see him sporting a smirk. “Just shut up and fuck me.” She leaned her hips back towards him and lowered her head. “Please…”

He placed one of his hooves on her rump, and pushed a bit to make sure she could hold his weight. Satisfied, his put his other hoof on her and scooted forward, his rough chest plate sliding over her back. He found his mark easily, and pushed past her outer lips and deeper inside.

Chrysalis opened her mouth in a loud moan, saliva falling from her lips to the sheets as she felt herself being penetrated. His narrow tip slid into her easily, and their combined secretions ensured no issues and he continued to scoot forward, until his hips rested against her backside. Chrysalis moaned again, feeling him bump up against something deep inside of her.

He put his hooves on her shoulders and pressed himself upward and forward, reaching a few inches deeper until he felt himself bump against something inside Chrysalis. Knowing this was his maximum depth, he pulled out halfway and slid back in, a squish sounding from between them as he against seated himself fully inside of her again.

He started to work up a rhythm, and Chrysalis pushed back needfully with each of his short thrusts. He grunted, but sighed softly. Chrysalis was obviously enjoying herself immensely, but he was not. He looked to his right, keeping his steady pace, and locked eyes with one of the changelings in the wall.

The changeling stared back and leaned back as if in some great reclining chair to show her own sex to him. Almost immediately, one of her sisters came up between her legs and licked at her exposed slit, eliciting a moan from the wall of changelings. He looked around briefly, and noticed a communal orgy happening everywhere around him. Nearly all changelings in the wall were pleasuring either themselves or each other, and constantly swapping partners.

This open display of sexuality did not entice him, but rather caused him to think about options he might want to consider. This line of thinking was also making him go slightly soft, so he snapped his head back to Chrysalis and wrapped an arm around her neck, slamming himself back into her harder than before.

“Ooh!” exclaimed Chrysalis, caught off guard by the sudden roughness. She clenched hard around him, expelling their combined juices from her already dripping cunt and onto him.

He needed to finish soon or risk losing his arousal completely. He picked up his pace, using short strokes again but much faster in pace. He panted from the exertion, and she panted from her lust.

Grunting, he shut his eyes tight and tried to retrieve his memory, just for long enough to finish. He heard grunts in his ears, but distant, as if they were far away and not his own. He tried desperately to recall that golden mane and the glittering blue eyes underneath. Her soft fur and scent. He could almost see her again…

The face of his long ago lover flashed in his mind and his whole body tightened. He felt his seed from years of solitude rush out of him, and the warm folds of Chrysalis became even hotter as he filled her.

Chrysalis cried out at the feeling, clenching as tight as she could around him to seal it all in. She focused so hard on trying to keep him inside of her that her composure faltered, and they fell together in a heap on the soft bed. Landing, she heard a squelch as some of his seed escaped her, and she redoubled her efforts to clamp down on him.

He continued to spurt into Chrysalis for several more seconds, his body eventually relaxing. He felt relief, but more psychologically than physically. He felt himself becoming soft and his member retreating back into his body. He continued to lay on top of Chrysalis even as he fully softened, feeling her, too, begin to relax.

He shifted off of her and unceremoniously wiped his sticky crotch on her sheets, leaving a smear of gooey white behind. He rolled over and sighed. Looking at the ceiling, he noticed that the changeling orgy had already concluded and the Hive was now staring lovingly down at him. Or at least, at their Mother.

“You do that very well,” Chrysalis spoke quietly from next to him. “I have not been this exhausted in a long time. I need…to rest…” She laid her head on the pillow and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

He looked back at the ceiling. “And now, you and I are done,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. “Our deal is complete. Get the fuck out of my head.”

…

While Chrysalis slept, he slowly, gently moved himself to the edge of the bed and moved to the wall. Inquiring one of the changelings there, he said, “Can you please point me in the direction of the bath?”

The wall collectively smiled and moved and shifted, opening up a tunnel to his left. He thanked them and walked the path they made for him, finding himself at the bathing chambers he first saw so many months ago. He walked over to the tub and finding it hot and clean as before, climbed in.

He reached around the tub but did not find the scrub brush from before. He looked upwards to the living ceiling to ask them if they knew where it might be and found a sea of green eyes staring quite intently back at him.

“Uh…” He looked quickly among them, not knowing what to say. He couldn’t be sure if their expression was due to excitement, awe, or horror. Looking back down, he muttered, “Okay then.”

He bathed himself the best he could, given that there was no soap or brush to be found. Climbing out of the tub, a changeling descended from the ceiling and just as before asked him, “Would you like a drying?”

Curious, he nodded. Other changelings descended around him and turning their back to him, buzzed their wings to create a powerful vortex. They stopped seconds later and he found himself almost completely dry. He thanked them and moved back the way he came. At the end of the formed tunnel he moved carefully back onto the bed and stretched himself out next to Chrysalis.

He rolled onto his back and took in the immensity of the living walls all around him. There were quite possibly thousands of changelings here. He waved up at the ceiling and a few up there waved back. He smiled. He had been quite surprised at Chrysalis’ submissiveness during sex. Now, he felt calm. It really was quite relaxing in here, surrounded by all these accepting faces.

A yawn from nearby alerted him that Chrysalis was waking up. He rolled over on his side to face her. Inches away, he waited and watched as her eyes fluttered open. A smile lit up her face as she fully awakened. He smiled back and asked, “Better now?”

She sighed happily and stretched. Rubbing her stomach, she said, “It won’t be long. Soon there will be many new faces in our Hive.”

“Our Hive?” He cocked an eye at her.

“Turn of phrase, my dear.” She rolled over again and sat up. “I suspect now that you’ll want to talk of other things.”

“Aye, I think that would be best.” He rolled onto his stomach and propped a pillow under his front legs. “You slept for quite a while and I expect if I don’t say something now you’ll probably kick me out of here.”

“I don’t know about that,” she replied. “Do you want to stay a while?”

“Maybe I do.” He shifted around a bit, having sat in a wet spot on the sheets. “Lets talk about a few things. I’ll tell you master plan, as it is, and I think it will work out for the both of us.

“I really do believe that Canterlot is the ideal location. It will take some funding and some training to get ready, but I’ll get there later. Here’s the short and fast; I set up a changeling-run operation to generate money within the walls of Celestia’s own city. Of course, for your participation in this matter, part of the funds collected will be transferred back to your Hive to do with as you see fit.”

Chrysalis narrowed her eyes. “What sort of operation? And how many changelings do you need to run it?”

He smiled at her. “A high-end, high-cost, underground prostitution ring. Catering only to the most wealthy of Canterlot citizenry.”

Chrysalis shook her head at him. “We’ve tried before. It always fails. Besides being illegal, it draws way too much attention and our operatives always get found out. Many changelings have died as the result of brothel ops. No, I can’t be a part of a doomed plan.”

“You haven’t listened to the explanation yet.” He sat back on his haunches and continued, “I gave you the really short version. Let me…let me paint you a picture of how I envision it, then I’ll tell you how we’re going to get there.

“I see a shop, tucked somewhere off the main street but not in the darkest part of the darkest alley. Affluent neighborhood, but not overly so. A magical soundproofing spell protects the inhabitants, namely, me and some more changelings. We’ll have day jobs. Something to feed ourselves but mostly benign. I will integrate in Canterlot high society to make contacts. And feed them whatever they desire in return for their love and coinage.”

“I don’t doubt that you can blend in in such a way,” Chrysalis retorted, “But I doubt that you can keep any of my children safe. The answer is still no.”

“Ah, but see, I don’t want any of your changelings.” He pointed to her stomach. “I want some of our daughters for this job. I’ll train them, here, if you like. I’ll teach them to change the way I do and I’ll teach them the skills they will need. I don’t trust any of yours to follow me without question. And in exchange, you still get to expand your Hive and your Treasury.”

Chrysalis leaned back slightly into the bed, thinking. “You do make a persuasive offer. What else do you want?”

“I’d like to name my daughters. I’ll need an area of the Hive in which to train and raise them. I need unrestricted access to the archives and the ability to head to the surface for training when they become old enough. And,” he paused, “I need everyone to stop treating me like some kind of fucking changeling reject.” He scowled at the last part.

“Dear, I can only do so much for you.” Chrysalis leaned in and gave him a soft but brief kiss. “I think the longer you stay the more accepted you’ll become. But I really need to re-iterate that I still won’t tolerate violence of any sort against any of your kin.”

Chrysalis stood up and made her way to the edge of the bed. “You may certainly name your daughters. I need to go start preparations for them. I’ll have someone find you a place to stay, if its not here. You may go visit the archives, but we’ll talk later about the training you'll be giving and how and when you may be allowed to travel to the surface.” She turned back to face him. “Where will you be going now?”

As he stood up he said, “For now, I will be heading back to the archives. I have some reading to do.”

Chrysalis nodded, and as he walked back towards the bridge exit she motioned to her living walls. “Make room. Prepare the nursery. We will have new changelings here soon that will need their own pods.”

…

Making his way back across the bridge and around the far side was easier than it had been the previous time, but he noticed that he was still often met with icy stares. He brushed it off and made his way down the steps into the archives. He opened his mouth to call out to Roddi, but thought the better of it and closed his mouth again.

Winding among the stacks and the piles of books on the floor, he casually looked as he passed to see if any of the books were numbered or categorized in some way. He furrowed his brow. The books lacked any identifying marks, either because the archivists and their descendants somehow knew what each one was, or any marks they may had had were simply worn away do to the progress of time.

He guessed the latter and picked a book up off the floor with his magic. Cracking it open to a random page, he found it was written in a language he didn’t understand, nor had ever even seen before. To him, it appeared as scratchings and dots. He closed the book and placed it back on the floor where he found it.

He found his way to the farthest wall but did not see the quarters that Roddi had told him about. Buzzing his wings, he flew to the top of the shelves and found a small opening in the wall there. It appeared to have been chiseled into the rock very hastily, or by someone very inexpierenced. He poked his head inside and found it to be more of a break between walls than an actual tunnel. On the far side was another room were a few rough bunks and a relatively low stone ceiling. It was the same height as the archives, but since the floor was higher it felt much smaller.

Seeing nothing but empty rack and stacks of yet more books, he called out in the dim light, “Roddi? Are you in here?” Silence answered him and he turned back the way he came.

Looking back out over the archives, he had a pretty good view, and stopped to scan his surroundings. His eyes picked up no movement and his ears heard no sound. It was in fact utterly still. “Odd,” he thought, and flew back down to the floor.

Picking up another book, this one was in a language he knew. He flipped through some of the pages, and found it to be a listing of names. He hesitated in putting it down, but eventually did so. He began to pick up random books, some of which he could read; others that he could not. gathering up a few of the former, he found a corner and sat down and began to read.

The first book was a short history of a hatch and included hundreds of names. He began to wonder how many daughters Chrysalis was about to have. Further in the book were the occupations/assignments each of the previously named had. He noted that most were undercover agents. And, having been given an assignment, most of those names did not appear in the book again. He took a mental note of some of those names and tried a second book. Mostly the same here but the names were all different.

After reading for quite some time, be became aware of movement around him. Setting the book down quietly, he waited. Presently, a changeling rounded the corner and spied his where he had been reading. She walked over.

“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable,” she said. “Why are you here again?”

Bowing his head slightly, he said, “I apologize in advance because you seem to be able to tell each other apart, but I can’t. What is your name?”

“I’m Thrax,” she replied. “I assume you’re looking for Roddi? She went off to see Chrysalis a while ago, but I expect her back anytime. Please don’t mess anything up while you’re waiting.” Thrax turned and flew up to the top of the shelves and into the sleeping quarters. As she disappeared more faces came around the corner, one of whom ran right up to him.

She skidded to a stop in front of him, saying repeatedly, “You came back!”

He stood up. “Hi Roddi. I was just-”

“I’m not Roddi, I’m Fici,” she said. “Can’t you tell us apart?”

He shook his head no. “I don’t know how you do it. You all look the same to me. Even your voices are similar.”

Fici shrugged. “Mistaking me her her might not be so bad.” She giggled and continued, “Roddi will be back in a bit. Are you going to be staying with us for a while?” Responding to his nod, she reached out a hoof to help him to his feet. “Come on. We’ll find you a bunk. Roddi has to report to Mother every so often, so that’s what she’s doing. Also, I expect Roddi will be preparing to write names in books.”

He followed Fici back up to the quarters. “Seems a bit…bare in here. Is this how most in the Hive sleep?”

“No, not usually,” she explained, “But we try to keep others out to keep our archives quiet. As a result, we make do with less. The soldiers have barracks to sleep in or the youngest usually curl up with one another in Mother’s room.”

Walking into the quarters, he stopped by a pile of old blankets heaped on the floor. “You seem to be oddly calm around me. May I ask why that is?”

Fici smiled knowingly at him. “Because I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s...really blunt. But thanks for being so?” He said with a confused look.

“Hey, first male in hundreds of years, I ain’t gonna wait.” Fici winked at him but did not approach, only continuing to walk further into the room. “But I ain’t gonna think you just will. I was watching you in there. You didn’t want to with Mother, I know that. But you will with us.”

He opened his mouth but she spoke first. “You can take this bed here. Its the best non-occupied spot.” The bed in question was a blanket on the floor. “Its not much, so if you get cold or lonely, you come find me, okay?” She winked at him. “And you can call me whatever name you want.”

He rolled his eyes. “Thanks Fici. For now I’ll head back down to the archives and continue reading, okay?” He turned to leave, but Fici held out an arm to stop him.

“Hey, you won’t be breaking my heart but don’t do that to Roddi. She really likes you.” Fici raised her eyes at him as he pulled away. “Show her a good time, yeah? Then come find me!”

He moved past her and walked back the way he came. Not looking back he could still feel her eyes on him. Reaching the exit he flew down to his spot and resumed reading.