Survival

The mare in front of Dim Outline coughed up one last glob of his semen, the slightly off-white liquid joining a small puddle on the hard wooden floor. She looked up at him, with the green fur around her muzzle stained by his efforts.

"Am... Am I done?" The pony asked weakly.

"Not yet." The changeling coldly replied, still staring at the mare as he contemplated how he was going to go about... Finishing things.

The mare's current position was strange enough, tilted at a thirty degree angle and halfway leaning against the bed. While practically cemented to the floor. To continue things, he'd have to take a small risk.

"Don't move, or I will make things far worse for you." Outline said as he sent a brief pulse of his magic through the hardened gel holding her hooves to the ground, causing the energy from it to be absorbed back into his body, and the gel to crumble to dust. Wasting no time, he swiftly encased the mare in his telekinesis and lifted her off of the ground, carrying her around to the side of the bed. He used his magic to arrange it so that both of her hind legs were on the ground, spread out, while the rest of her body lay on the bed, with her forelegs tucked under her.

The mare probably realized what he was doing, and turned her head to stare at him in numb horror, with her face flushed bright crimson. Outline quickly regurgitated more of the gel, using his magic to keep the mare pinned in her current position while he spit the semi-solid mass at her hind hooves, where it hardened in seconds.

"You don't have to do this." The mare rapidly said as he let go with his magic, with her pinned hind legs rendering her unable to move. "I'll do almost anything else, even that thing you did before! Just don't do it!"

"What was that, pony?" Outline ask as he mounted the mare, his length poking at her slit. "I didn't quite hear you..."

And with that, he slid forward into the pony, stopping only once he felt a wall. He paused for a moment to savor the feeling before ramming forward, breaking through the last piece of resistance, and into her virgin passage. He only dimly heard the pony cry out for mercy as the tip of his cock jammed against her cervix.

Outline pulled himself out slowly, enjoying the feeling of her moist passageway clenching around him. It was far better than he had ever expected it could be, and the changeling was almost overloaded at the rush of emotions coming out of the mare.  Among them were pain, confusion, fear, and lust. Only the latter truly tasted sweet, and it was practically pouring out of her. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this.

One most of his member was outside of the mare, the changeling leaned himself down by her ear, enjoying the should of her muffled whimpers and small moans.

"Guess what?" He whispered softly into her ear. "It's not over yet."

He slowly pushed his member back inside, her slick passage practically welcoming his thick member once again. He felt the mare shiver underneath him as his medial ring slipped inside, stretching out the mare to her limits as it pushed forward. While Outline knew we was merely above average in size compared to most changelings, ponies seemed to be build to be smaller in that regard, as evidenced when his tip brushed against her cervix again. He wasn't even fully hilted inside: Outline saw that he still had a good two inches to go.

The changeling kept his thrusting even as he tried his best to maximize both his pleasure and the emotions he was receiving. The mare occasionally let out cute moans as he smoothly fucked her, which the changeling found to be absolutely charming.

"~Oh!" She vocalized as the changeling jerked forward suddenly. Grinning, Outline repeated it, and received the same moan for his efforts, coupled with another burst of lust. The changeling picked up his pace slowly, moving from what could have been considered passionate sex to something a bit quicker.

"Did you like that?" The changeling growled as he sent one particularly hard thrust into her. For her part, the mare simply let out a small moan as his cock thrusted forward, spreading out her passage as it went.

"... Yes..." The mare practically whispered.

"Are you enjoying getting stuffed by a changeling?" Outline said as pushed forward, the tip of his member once again brushing against her cervix.

"Yes!" The mare let out through clenched teeth. And that final breaking point, Outline decided, was victory enough.

The changeling thrusted faster and faster, until he was roughly pounding her slick hole, the pleasure burning its' way into his mind. In addition, the emotions he was slowly siphoning off of the mare were making him feel more alive than he had in years.

The tip of his member hit the mare's cervix again and again, all without him finally hilting. Finally, Outline decided to take things into his own hooves. Pressing down on the earth pony's back for stability, he rammed himself forward, and began pushing, with his flare slowly widening the small passageway. The mare's mouth opened wide in a 'O' shape as he did so, the moving having been completely unexpected.

Several more seconds of firm pressing later, and the flare of his cock popped into her birth canal, followed shortly after by three more inches of his length, until his balls finally slapped against the mare. Even Outline couldn't help but moan in please as he did a short thrust. The feeling of her walls closing around him was nothing compared to the tightness of her cervix.

After a short time which he spent enjoying the pure pleasure he was receiving, the changeling pulled back a few short, torturous inches, before ramming forward again. Outline held himself there as the mare suddenly screamed, her walls tightening around him as she rode out her first orgasm.

As soon as the mare had regained most of her senses, Outline began thrusting again, fucking the mare deeper than he had ever imagined being able to go. It was nothing but pleasure for him as he thrusted into the sensitive and soft flesh inside of her, and his reading of her emotions revealed that the mare was lost in the sensations he was giving her. She no longer seemed to even care who he was, and that was perfectly fine with him.

Eventually, though, all good things had to come to an end. Outline felt his finish approaching, and redoubled his thrusting, bring out a new series of moans from the mare. His length rhythmically hilted inside of her with a lewd smacking sound as he sought to bring himself to an explosive end as soon as possible.

Finally, he locked up and held himself deep inside of her, grunting as he felt his seed drain into the mare's womb. There was far more of it this time than the first, and it practically overflowed and shot back along the sides of her tunnel. He had almost forgotten one thing, however, and searched instinctively for it inside of his mind.

Changelings were an equine-like race, but still held quite a few traits reminiscent of an insect, among them their wings and some reproductive ways, including the laying of small eggs inside of any suitable female. It was an entirely possible 'second option', and the results were no different than a normal birth, aside from possessing only DNA from the 'father'.

It was this ancient instinct he called upon in his mind, and a duo of two-inch-wide eggs slipped out of a special holding place inside of his body and through his widening urethra. The mare immediately noticed that something was amiss when his cock began to bulge outward slightly. This bulge began to travel up his member, widening her already-stretching tunnel even further until it reached her cervix. For several seconds, an immense pressure build up behind them, before they popped inside and out of the changeling's flare, settling into the semen-filled womb, where they would be immediately fertilized.

Outline pulled himself slowly out of the mare, his limp member retreating back into his sheath as he did so. Feeling a small amount of pity for the mare, with her now-bulging womb already showing beneath her fur, he dissolved the gel that held her hind legs in place. Instead, he used his telekinesis to gently lift the half-asleep pony onto the bed, before binding her forelegs and hind legs with a small amount of the gel.

Now that he had gotten what he wanted, and an impressive meal to compliment it, he was not above weaknesses such as kindness.

The changeling, content with what he had done, opened the door and stepped out of the room, closing it behind him.