Endurance

(Continuing from near the beginning of Chapter One)

Soon enough, however, she heard the pleasant sound of a flowing stream. The changeling rushed forward through the underbrush and emerged into a small clearing around a stream. Black Wisp didn't care. As soon as she was close enough to the heavenly fluid, the changeling practically thrust her muzzle under the water, gulping down as much of the clean mountain water as she could.

After her thirst had been sated, Black Wisp lifted her head away from the water, annoyed by the small strands of her wet mane that insisted on laying themselves over her face. She moved her hoof up and rearranged the wet strands into something presentable, using the water as a mirror. The changeling giggled at her appearance.

Nonetheless, it was time to move on. Black Wisp decided to move uphill, following the stream: She would make far better time than she would otherwise.

It was a pleasant walk, and the noise of the creek was pleasant. She kept her senses open, hoping to avoid anything hostile in the area. Even animals gave off some emotion, if remarkably base ones.

Reason number two for hating the wildlife, aside from its' hunger: Their emotions tasted like sawdust. Dry, bland, and rather pathetic as anything but the subject of a dare.

Soon enough, her senses told her of something ahead of her. It was complicated, anything but an animal, which could only mean...

Wisp dived into the bushes at the side of the creek. There were very few creatures, all sapient,  who gave off those kinds of emotions. Among them, the only ones who were likely to be out here were ponies. And that meant Royal Guard.

From her hiding place, she watched the gray unicorn step into view. Its' hoofsteps were confident, as if it expected everything in the forest to yield to it. Its' spear was held in a orange aura, and the pony's profile matched that of a stallion.

In any kind of normal fight, Wisp would have lost. Immediately. She was nearly six inches shorter than the average pony, with muscles scaled to size, and she was unarmed. In addition, the Royal Guard armor blocked offensive magic... As long as its' helmet was kept on.

Wisp prepared to pounce, and gathered a stun spell on her horn.

The pony only had a moment to notice a black blur before the female changeling collided with him from the side at a full sprint, swiftly knocking him to the ground. Black Wisp quickly tore the helmet off of the stunned stallion, and fired her stun spell.

With his helmet gone, the disguise that rendered all Royal Guards nearly look-alike had faded, and the orange-red unicorn was stripped of his magical resistance. The stun spell collided directly with his horn, knocking him unconscious instantly.

Black Wisp stood over the unconscious stallion, disbelief on the forefront of her mind. She had... Won. Alone. And now she had a Royal Guard at her hooves, vulnerable to anything she might do...

The changeling smirked, looking down on the unicorn with prying eyes. She quickly drained a small amount of his emotions, not enough to be noticeable or have any effects, but just enough to boost her remaining reserves by a significant amount.

With that done, she entered his mind. Changeling magic was focused almost entirely on transformation and mental manipulation: Most could do it almost subconsciously, and it rendered them entirely immune to the latter. However, preforming mental magic while the target was awake was nearly impossible, as you had to continually adjust it to make sure they did not notice.

However, on a pony that was asleep, it was foal's play.

She was easily able to bind his subconscious will to hers. His mind would be untouched... But she would be able to halt anything he might do just as easily as a thought. In addition, there was absolutely no way for a target to resist, unless they were of the Princesses' level of will.

And Wisp was sure that he was not.

Yes, it would be just as easy to simply make him tell all... But where was the fun with that? Lifting the stallion up in her newly-rejuvenated magical telekinesis, she walked deeper into the forest, searching for one specific type of area.

There were many trees in the Everfree forest that could be described as 'massive'. Their roots were the perfect hiding spots for anything that preferred seclusion. It only took her a few minutes to find one of these, along with a decently-sized space in-between two roots. Dropping the stallion on the ground next to her, she used her magic to clear the space of dead leaves and a an old timberwolf carcass, leaving an area of clean grass for her to lay on.

Now all she had to do was wait for the stallion to wake up, and she could begin. This was going to be so much fun...

A short time later, she heard a groan behind her, signaling that the stallion was waking up. In the past ten minutes, she had stripped him of all armor and weapons, coming up with the spear, two swords, and a single dagger. She would have been more amused if she could have wielded anything but the sword.

Wisp saw the stallion start to rise up, holding his head with a hoof.

"What the buck was that?" The stallion mumbled, turning towards her and staring in shock, before her connection alerted her that he was about to rush her.

"Don't move." Wisp stated, the pony freezing in place. Her muzzle twisted into a smile.

"CHANGELING!" The unicorn practically shouted at her.

"Thank you for letting me know I am indeed a changeling." Wisp sarcastically remarked, "If I have any future species identity crisis's, you'll be the first one I go to."

She could sense his mind rebelling as he ran through plan after plan to try and kill her, each one more desperate than the last. As a last-ditch measure, he tried to fire a kinetic combat spell at the changeling, but she pinned the thought down just as his horn lit up.

"What have you done to me, you monster!" The Royal Guard spat at her.

"Oh, isn't it just obvious?" Wisp taunted. "Go ahead, try and hurt me. I can guarantee that you won't be able to."

Well over two hundred attempts at spells, hoof-to-hoof, attempts to move, and twenty seconds later, the stallion just glared at Wisp as she gave him a sweet smile.

"I didn't know you hated me that much." She said, pouting for a moment. "An explosive spell that would level this entire area while teleporting you away? I think that crosses into excessive."

This had been a brilliant idea, Wisp told herself. Already, she had memorized most of the spells that he had tried, and many of them were easily within her reach. In the nigh-impossible event that he managed to break free, she could just incinerate him.

"Grrr. What are you planning to do? Torture me for information?" The unicorn growled at me. "I won't give in to you!"

"Technically, you already have." Wisp stated in a bored tone. She had spent the past minute routing around in his recent memories, and confirming that the nearest patrol route, even an emergency search one, was his own, and that was nearly four hundred meters away.

The unicorn was still in that half-standing state he had been in when she had ordered him to stop moving, and she was getting bored. She still had a few things to do, however, among them being to break her captive in.

"You can't move unless I make you." The changeling stated, the unicorn's subconscious mind accepting the command without question.

"What are you to tell me what to do, monster?" The unicorn taunted.

"Oh, shut up." Wisp said, making sure that she did not send that as a command. The tongue he had was amusing, especially in his pathetically vulnerable state.

The changeling walked up to the unicorn and pushed the stallion onto his back, as he glared up at her with hate in his eyes. She examined him, top to bottom, to see what she had to play with, and smiled when she got her answer.

Work time was over. It was time for some of her brand of 'fun'.

Black Wisp ran her left hoof over his sheath, rubbing it in circles as the flare started to slide out. She moved her right hoof to that, gently massaging the tip with the flat of her hoof.

"So, my little stallion..." She purred, keeping her eyes focused on his. "Are you ready for the ride of your life?"

"Go buck y- ~Ah!" His reply was interrupted as she moved her mouth down and gave a long, sensational lick to his emerging length, before planting a kiss at the tip, all while staring into his eyes. The stallion simply stared at the changeling as she ran her tongue over the flare, before lightly sucking on the edge.

"Don't worry, my little stallion." She said in a sultry tone as she momentarily stopped her ministrations. "I'll finish breaking you in soon."

"N- No, you won't!" The unicorn insisted.

"Have it your way." Wisp said, mentally shrugging. In the meantime, his shaft had finished hardening into something a little over a foot long. Or, in other words, a monster that would probably bruise her insides if she did something wrong.

Oh well. What was life without a little risk?

Wisp was laying down practically between his widened legs, with her mouth hovering near his member. She gave him one more long, slow lick before she put the flare into her mouth, sucking on it as though it were one of those strange pony frozen snacks that Wisp had heard about. More of his pre leaked out of it, and her tongue quickly scooped it up, judging the flavor to be tolerable.

The changeling slowly pushed the thick member farther into her mouth, eventually entering her throat. She skillfully blew the stallion, moving her tongue along the shaft when it was deeper inside of her, and swirling her tongue around the tip every time she pulled it out. Eventually, she grew bored of the slow pace, and took the stallion deeper, bobbing her head as she did so.

She moved a single hoof to her face, brushing aside some of her hair that threated to block her vision.  The stallion she was taking into her throat had stopped suppressing his moans, and his face seemed twisted into a combination of pleasure and hate. A cursory search of his mind revealed a similar combination, lust vying with anger for control over his mind.

As another consequence of reading his mind, she could tell he was getting close... Very close. With this in mind, Wisp pulled her mouth away, giving the tip one last kiss, before shifting positions. She climbed on top of him, with her dripping slit hovering over his face, and her muzzle just centimeters from his member.

"Now, I've gotten you nice and ready, but even I need some attention." She purred, giving a small lick to his length. "I'll let you release if you can use that mouth of yours for more than just talking."

She didn't even have to make it a mental command. As soon as the changeling dropped her slit onto the stallion's muzzle, Wisp felt his powerful tongue dig into her snatch, licking up her juices as it went. She moaned and shuddered in pleasure as the stallion below her tongue-fucked her.

Black Wisp returned her mouth to his member, moving it towards her with a hoof to ensure it stayed in her mouth. She took the hard length into her throat, moaning around it as he flicked his tongue across her insides. Maybe, Wisp though through the pleasure that was beginning to cloud her mind, she had not nabbed some fresh-faced rookie: She might have bagged a veteran, given how well he knew how to use his tongue.

As she was not currently observing his mind , she failed to see his climax coming on. It took her by surprise when his flare expanded, locking it in her throat. Wisp felt line after line of his seed shoot down her throat and into her stomach as she tried to remove his shaft. Finally, she succeeded, and was able to take the last two spurts into her mouth, giving the changeling a new, pleasant taste to remember.

The stallion had stopped pleasuring her the moment he climaxes, and that annoyed the changeling mare very much. After climbing off of his slumbering body, she grunted in frustration and leaned back against one of the two roots acting as walls for this spot, as well as moving a hoof between her legs. Several minutes later, she cried out in pleasure, having obtained her release the old fashioned way.

With that done, the satisfied changeling levitated the stallion over to her, cuddling with the Royal Guard, but not before whispering into his ear an order not to move or hurt her. She couldn't take too many precautions, after all. And, once having finished giving the stallion a single kiss on the lips, she snuggled up against him.

"Soon, my little stallion, I will break you." Black Wisp whispered as she faded off to sleep.