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Speck was a changeling, but he was very different from the rest of his kind. He had snow white wings, large pale eyes, his legs were solid, and he was covered in fuzzy black fur where the others had hard shells.
And he was only eight centimeters (three inches) in size.
He didn't need nearly as much love to survive as his brothers, but he couldn't collect and store as much either. He also couldn't transform, levitate anything much heavier than your average postcard, and he was too weak to fight. Basically, he was useless to the Hive and a major target of bullying. Speck hated it. He hated all the other changelings. However, despite the poor treatment, they offered him protection from the evil ponies. In his eyes a little abuse was worth his life.
However, after the Invasion of Canterlot the situation in the Hive changed drastically. Love supplies were even more limited than before, everyone was fighting, and everyone was looking for someone or something to blame. Because Speck contributed virtually nothing to the Hive he knew they'd eventually decide it was somehow his fault things had gone wrong. So he fled.
Chrysalis considered him a disgrace and a poor excuse for a changeling anyway. It wasn't like she'd be upset to see him go. But without his family to protect him Speck was quickly captured by a pair of Royal Guards and they had no intention of letting his minuscule size deter them from getting a little revenge on the changelings.
The two were strong white stallions decorated in shimmering golden armor. The unicorn was pulling a wagon that contained a small wooden box with four simple windows cut out of the sides. Speck sat on a pitiful clump of hay within the cage, his head low. He was afraid and depressed. First he was rejected by his family and now he was on the road to his execution. It can't get any worse, he thought bitterly.
"It hasn't made a peep," commented the unicorn.
The pegasus, who was trotting alongside the wagon, looked around as if afraid somebody would hear them talking. Luckily they were deep in the woods and away from prying eyes. "So?"
The unicorn flicked his head twice to signal his partner to come closer. The pegasus rolled his eyes, but obeyed and stepped up beside him so they could speak more quietly.
"Who says we have to take him to the Princesses?"
The pegasus stared back. "Uh, our badges."
"Badges?" the unicorn hissed. "Those things attacked our city and now Celestia wants to treat them like... common criminals. They should be hunted down and barbecued on a stick! That's what they deserve," he spat.
The pegasus nodded once in understanding. "So what do you want to do?"
"I think we should enjoy our unique catch," the unicorn said with a suggestive grin.
"Enjoy?" the pegasus asked with a raised brow.
"Yeah. I mean, look, we're nice and isolated and he can't even fight back. We could do whatever we wanted to him!"
The pegasus considered the words of his unicorn counterpart. Just what kind of fun was he talking about? Torture?
Speck heard whispers from the two guards escorting him to his doom and couldn't contain his curiosity after being left alone in the dark for so long. The tiny changeling shuffled to the front window and watched them as they argued about something. Then the unicorn glanced back and caught him staring. Suddenly the guard ceased pulling and let the cart come to a stop. Then a predatory grin spread across his muzzle as he raised his electric blue tail and tensed his rump. Speck was greeted with the sight of his large rear cheeks, hungry pucker, and sizable dark balls that dangled from his backside.
"Like what you see?" he taunted.
That's when it clicked for the pegasus. "Why would you--" he began, but the unicorn cut him off.
"Are you in or not?" he demanded, turning a steely glare towards his partner.
The pegasus took his time thinking about it. If they were discovered it would be both embarrassing and disgraceful. They could lose their jobs. But it was also a once in a lifetime opportunity. "Okay, but I think I'll just watch," he mumbled.
The unicorn laughed long and hard. "Suit yourself," he shrugged before he disconnected himself from the harness.
"What's going on?" Speck trembled as the unicorn approached the cage and opened the lid. They had bound his wings when they captured him, so despite the open space above he still couldn't escape.
"We're going to have some fun and get a little payback," the unicorn explained darkly.
The pegasus watched warily. "What are you going to do?"
"My junk needs a massage, so this little guy is going to provide..." he tampered off. The unicorn then quickly moved away from the cart towards a smooth patch of grass. He sat down and eyed Speck who was still baffled as to what was happening. The guard's member was barely peeking from its sheath when he dangled the changeling above it with a smirk. "I hope you're ready!" he cried before he thrust his hoof downwards.
Speck was shoved underneath the guard's dark balls, either one as big as his whole body. The stallion cooed and squeezed the changeling between his hoof and his scrotum. Speck kicked and fought to put some space between himself and the musk that was overpowering his senses, but his only reward was a growl of lustful pleasure from the guard. The unicorn twisted his hoof then held it still for a moment to let his toy squirm. Speck tried to open his mouth to scream, but it was immediately filled with the warm flesh of the stallion's large balls. He coughed and choked, thrashing as he tried to clear his wind pipe and get some fresh air, but there was none to be found underneath the guard's black testicles. All the tiny changeling could do was shove the current wave of skin away for a brief moment until the rest could flow over and around his minuscule hooves and bury him again. And Speck's struggles did nothing about the ever thickening male aroma that suffocated him.
The pegasus watched with fascination as his partner played with the prisoner. The changeling was smeared over the taut flesh and forced into the folds of his friend's sack, all the while, the unicorn's member slowly grew. The pegasus could feel his wings stiffening, but was too hypnotized to notice. Eventually, the unicorn decided they had played long enough.
"Let's get a look at you now," he grinned as he pulled Speck out from under himself. The changeling took in large gulps of air as he was lifted up to his torturer's eyes. The guard inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with the scent which now coated the changeling. "Ah, that's the good stuff," he sighed. "I don't think we're quite acquainted enough to talk though," he explained as his monstrous grin returned. The unicorn lowered Speck again, but not to his balls. Instead, the minuscule changeling found himself gazing upon the stallion's towering pride.
Speck stared in terror at the guard's tool and gulped. "Please," he begged, "don't. I'll do anything!"
The guard hummed playfully as the changeling continued to dangle before his shaft. "Will you massage it for me?"
"What?! No, I don't--" the changeling started to panic, but he cut him off.
"Then I'll just do it myself."
The unicorn forced his hoof, and Speck with it, against his shaft and began pumping. The changeling, an unwilling participant, struggled once more as he was ground into the smooth skin. He could feel the pounding of blood as the meat continued to expand, the black column growing ever larger. Apparently the guard wasn't fully hard yet. The pegasus looked around nervously as his partner began making moans and neighs of pleasure. What if somepony heard him? They could get caught and be in some serious trouble. Oh he really didn't like this idea, but at the same time, he was getting really hot.
The unicorn let his mouth hang open, his hoof applying more pressure as his rod finished filling out and the changeling ceased struggling in exhaustion. Looking down, the corner of his muzzle turned up in a lazy smile at the sight of the defeated changeling. Shaking his head quickly, he returned to viciously dominating the bug with his rod.
Speck couldn't resist anymore. His muscles were drained and the hoof was crushing him against the massive black member that might as well been a tree. He could feel the stallion's every heartbeat and the heat that was coming off him was incredible. That, combined with friction, and Speck was sweating like a dog. Up and down he went though. Helpless.
The unicorn grit his teeth and his hoof froze where it was. The pressure was flying from his balls and he knew exactly where it was going. A stream of hot white seed exploded from his tip, flew across the clearing, and coated some of the grass in his milk. Jet after flaring jet blasted off until he was thoroughly spent and his pride began to retract. He sighed in his afterglow, the hoof holding the changeling going limp. Speck spat some of the white hot liquid that had dribbled down onto his face out of his mouth and proceeded to crawl away into the grass. His limbs hurt so much, but his survival instincts were kicking in. With adrenaline on his side, and the guard slipping into a daze, now was the time to get away.
"Where do you think you're going?" The unicorn's voice sent an icy chill through Speck. So he hadn't lost his senses as much as it seemed. Before Speck knew it, he was in the unicorn's grasp once more. "Now how should I punish you for running away from home?"
"I could use some filling," his pegasus friend spoke up suddenly.
The unicorn raised a brow. "You really want in on this? I thought you were totally against the idea."
"Well..." he droned off, vaguely gesturing with his head to his erect wings.
The unicorn laughed. "Alright then. No reason I should have all the fun. Here you go!" he cheered, holding the micro sized changeling out to his partner.
The pegasus sat in the grass and brought the prisoner to his face. The unicorn quickly decided he wasn't interested in whatever his buddy did and moved away to give him the privacy the pegasus hadn't seen fit to give him. On his way out, he couldn't help but notice how much he'd soaked the area with his orgasm. Back in the clearing the pegasus's head tilted at the sight of his toy. Speck was staring at him with fear, pleading for mercy with his eyes.
"Please let me go. I won't tell anypony and I won't cause trouble. I-I-I'll even go to the Princesses without a fuss! Just don't do... anything to me," he quivered.
The pegasus didn't hear a word. All he could think about was how pleased his friend had been when he was done with the bug. He still had some unicorn cum matting the fur on his head and neck, but that didn't matter. He was still fresh enough for what the pegasus wanted to do. Twisting his body around, the guard lifted one of his butt cheeks out of the grass and moved his hoof, with the changeling, down to his rear end. Speck cried out in dread as he was pressed against the stallion's asshole, the puckered ring flexing when he braced his front hooves against it.
The pegasus bit his lip and tensed his body for the stimulation to come. Then he went for it, gradually increasing the pressure until his hole finally granted the changeling access. Speck took in a large gulp of semi-fresh air right as his head slid inside of the pegasus, knowing it was the last he was going to get for a while. The tight sphincter engulfed his muzzle and head, slurping up to his shoulder before holding him there for a moment. The pegasus inhaled deeply and gave the changeling another thrust. Suddenly, Speck felt his front hooves sink inside along with his torso. Then his barrel was devoured, followed by his folded wings. The large stallion exhaled in relief as the pleasurable bulge advanced into his bowels. Soon only Speck's short tail was left outside.
The guard removed his hoof and sat back in the grass, experimentally clenching his ass around the prisoner. He could feel the changeling's tiny form with a part of his body that rarely saw any action. And he loved it. Looking down, his eyes fell on his own hardened member, dribbling with pre and practically crying for release. He snickered and fell onto his back, wings and legs spread. Grabbing his cock in a hoof, he furiously began pumping it while Speck remained entombed in his anus. In no time he was whimpering and neighing as his orgasm approached faster than it had ever before. Maybe it was the control, the domination, over the helpless insect stuck in his ass. It didn't really matter though. The pegasus felt like he was about to explode.
Speck was pressed from all sides as he flopped around in the moist tunnel. He could barely move, his body too abused to put up anymore fight as the walls played with him.
Male cream fired onto the pony's face and chest, utterly coating him in sticky white ooze that continued to flow from the end of his penis for a short while. When it did halt, he just laid there, focused solely on his breathing. His partner's return echoed in his ears, but he was too out of it to care. Speck, nearly squeezed to death in what could only have been the guard's release, noticed spots in his vision. He was out of air and could feel the cold hooves of the afterlife wrapping around him. Was this the end? Crushed to death inside some sick stallion's ass?
A magic force encircled his minuscule body and began to gently tug until he was dislodged from his tomb with an audible pop. He was levitated upside-down before the unicorn's eye and studied. Apparently he was disgusting.
"Bleh, you smell like shit. You sure made a mess," the unicorn snorted while the pegasus cursed at him. "Need any help?"
"Nah, I'll just take a dunk in the river," he waved off the concern and rolled onto his hooves.
"Now what should we do with our toy?" the unicorn asked himself more than his partner.
Speck was too weak to respond. He just sat there, limp and spinning in his magical bonds.
"If we go to the Princesses he might blab," the unicorn thought aloud.
"So you're just going to get rid of him?" the pegasus paused on his way to the river.
The unicorn thought about that. "He did make our day."
"So... you'll let... me go?" Speck asked as loudly as he could with his chest practically caved in.
"Hmm," the unicorn guard actually considered.
What next?
Author's Note
At the time this story was written I had just discovered Interactive Stories and wanted to play with the concept. However, those plans were quickly scrapped when I stumbled into two problems. First, interactive stories require a LOT more work. Even something as simple as what you just read would have become a small monster. Second, not many websites can handle them well or at all. You have to force the reader to download something or send them to another website. I don't want to put that kind of burden on my readers. I know how nervous I am downloading anything and how fishy links sending me somewhere else can come across as.
The only "interactive" part of the story I decided to leave was the ending. It's up to you.
1: They let him go
2: They kill him
3: They keep him
