An Affliction of the Heart: Chitin's Story

Dazzling Gleam gave a long shudder, his horn glowing brightly for a moment. The large unicorn was panting faintly, watching the front window of the jewellery store with a rather unfocused gaze. Ponies passed the door, but the ‘out for 5 minutes’ sign on it deterred them. Thankfully, none of them were looking in the front window to see the owner getting a blowjob in the middle of business hours.

The soft muzzle around his throbbing cock was slowly bobbing back and forth, almost teasing him with the intense sensations, coaxing him even stiffer and harder. Forehooves grasped at the counter as the larger unicorn resisted the urge, with difficulty, to not just grasp the female’s head and fuck her muzzle.

The pony under the counter smirked up at him, watching his reactions intently, giving a muffled giggle as she slowly swirled her tongue along the underside of the thick, throbbing pony cock spreading her jaws. Her mane, carefully styled, covered one of her vibrant green eyes.

Dazzling Gleam was momentarily lost in the eyes of the mare, slowly rocking back and forth into the soft mouth, giving a soft little whimper of delight.

Slowly, the mare pulled back, panting softly, licking her lips carefully and then nudging her nose against the tip of the pulsing, bobbing cock in front of her. With a smirk, she rose, turning around slowly and pushing her rump upwards, tail curling to the side as she peered back over her shoulder. “I’m prepared to earn my ‘employee of the year’ plaque, Dazzling,” she husked, even as she reached back a hoof to spread herself, revealing a sliver of bright, seductive pink between the soft lips of her exposed cunt.

Mouth going dry, Dazzling Gleam climbed up behind her, his forehooves grasping around her middle and tugging her back a few inches until his stiffed length kissed right up against her spread entrance. “I-I can’t believe I’m going to do this…” he whispered, licking his lips nervously.

“It’s too late to reconsider now, Dazzling,” the mare purred, rocking her hips back and forth slowly, translating the motion into a delicate rubbing of her impossibly soft outer lips against the tip of the stiff rod.

“F-fuck…” Dazzling Gleam whimpered, grasping her tighter and then shoving forwards, burying himself inside her with one swift thrust, spreading her lewdly around his solid cock.

The mare gave a shudder with the power thrust, chest pushing against the counter, her hooves lifting to rest on the edge of the counter for balance.

The male gave her no chance to catch her breath, leaning over her heavily, putting his entire weight on her form as he held her close and started to hump into her in earnest.

Arching underneath the stallion, the mare offered up encouragement in the form of faint, wanton groans and soft whimpered words. “Yesss… d-deeper!”

The unicorn was more than eager to comply, rocking the mare back and forth with his eager motions, his hips grinding against her harder and harder with each passing moment, fighting against her tightness to try and get deeper. Soft, hot flesh clenched around him tightly, squeezing and almost milking around his stiff, thrusting cock, driving him wild. His thrusts pushed her into the counter roughly as he redoubled his speed, urgently fucking her with wild, eager humps.

The mare shuddered, panting and whimpering back over her shoulder, one brilliant green eye watching him, a smirk spreading across her muzzle. “Y-yess… inside, do it!” she panted, eye narrowing up at him. “Breed me,” she growled heatedly.

Dazzling Gleam gave a shudder, his motions growing jerky, his ears warming at her words, even as he grasped her hips even tighter and buried himself deep inside, biting down on her maneon reflex as a flood of hot pony spunk started to fire into her in fitful bursts.

The mare gave a low groan, biting her bottom lip and shuddering as she was filled, a hoof pushing down to rub at her belly over the spot where she could feel the warm bursts coating across her insides.

The stallion shuddered, grasping her firmly with his forehooves, giving a few jerky, intent humps as he spilled himself deep inside her squeezing cunny. He gave a heavy groan, slowly relaxing.

The mare licked her lips breathlessly, slipping her hoof back further to rub slowly at the base of her thoroughly-used, now-dripping cunt, feeling a dribble of warm, thick liquid drooling free to coat her hoof even as the stallion slid back, out of her.

A shiver passed over the mare’s form, followed by a flash of green flames. In an instant, a changeling was standing there with her rump raised, blue, used cunt drooling the stallion’s spunk, spilling down over her hoof. She drew her hoof back in front of herself, peering down at it bemusedly. “You made quite a mess. Do you have a towel?”

Dazzling Gleam gave a shaky nod, swallowing thickly and watching the changeling for a long moment, his eyes lingering on the dribble of white spilling from between used blue folds. “I-I’ll get one…” he murmured breathlessly, even as the changeling idly began to lick her hoof clean.

“You’re making a mess!” Dazzling Gleam complained, his ears warming again as he stepped carefully around the trail of his own spunk mixed with changeling liquids that led a clear trail to where the changeling was standing, inspecting a line of jewellery.

“What do these all mean?” the changeling asked, pointing at the display. “What do they represent?”

Dazzling Gleam swallowed nervously, passing the towel to the changeling. She casually pushed it up between her hindlegs, slowly rubbing it against herself. “It means… Uh… these are ancient. Hieroglyphs. That one is health, this one is power,” he said, pointing to each in turn. “This is ‘life’, and the eye-looking one is devoted to a demon that lived in ancient times. The ‘Eye of Horus’.”

“They’re pretty,” the changeling said, passing the towel back to the unicorn.

Dazzling Gleam carefully held the towel by the very corner, nose wrinkling, carrying it away to the back of the shop again, before returning.

“I like this one,” the changeling said, pointing with a hoof at a specific jewel. It was the golden ankh, the symbol for ‘life’. “May I have it?”

“Yes, definitely!” Dazzling Gleam said with a breathless smile. “Let me just box them up for you.”

“Them?” the changeling asked blankly.

“Them,” Dazzling Gleam said, slightly bewildered. “They come in a pair.”

“I only want one,” the changeling said bluntly. “I will not be roped into a scam for more sex. Our agreement was: one romp, one piece of jewellery.”

Dazzling Gleam gave the changeling a long stare, blinking once. “Um… I’m not trying to scam you. The jewellery comes as a pair. One for each ear. One… er… ‘payment’ will pay for both.”

“Oh,” the changeling said, giving a single blink. “Very well, then, Mr Gleam. I will take this one.”

“Good, good,” Dazzling Gleam said, reaching behind the counter and coming up with a jewellery box. He opened it up, and then carefully insert the two golden ankhs into the box, closing it and offering it to the changeling. “It was very nice doing business with you.”

The changeling smiled, taking the box. “I found it enjoyable.”

“If you ever need any more jewellery…” Dazzling Gleam trailed off with a nervous smile.

The changeling smirked in response, licking her lips innocently. “Oh, I’ll definitely keep your name in mind, Dazzling… ‘Gleam’.”

Dazzling Gleam gave a beaming smile at that, nodding. “I’ll be waiting for your return visit.”

The changeling fiddled with her ear, frowning deeply as she attempted to hook the little band over her ear. It wouldn’t work, though. There was something she was missing.

She paused in front of a pet store, nose wrinkling at the powerful scent of fresh paint. The front of the building had a shiny new coat of paint, as did the interior. The beginning of a new room had even been built onto the side, the basic framework complete and the roof beginning to be erected.

The changeling stepped into the building, squinting at the eye-searing scent of the fresh paint. All of the pets were gone, and only the manager remained.

She walked right up the counter, where the manager was reading a magazine, and tapped the counter lightly for attention. “Excuse me, sir. I seem to be in a bit of a… bind. I need to know how this works.”

The pet store owner lowering his magazine. “You uh, need to have a hole in your ear.”

“Oh,” the changeling said, blinking once. “Do I need to give you anything for this information?”

“Uh... “ the store owner looked around, and then gave a faint smile, shaking his head. “No, I’m fine.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said, bowing slightly and turning around.

As she stepped away, she reached up to her ear, nose scrunching up in concentration as she made a tiny hole appear that she then slotted her single earring through.

“Chitin,” she said firmly, nodding to herself slowly. “I like Chitin.”

“Very well, you will be henceforth known as ‘Chitin’,” Queen Kuno said, waving a hoof with finality. “Welcome to Equestria, Chitin.”

Chitin nodded, her wings giving a tiny, anxious buzz. She scratched at one of her ears with a hoof nervously. “What… what do I do now?”

“Whatever you want to do,” Kuno said with a warm smile. “Your future is your own.”

Chitin nodded, stepping aside.

“You, with the brooch, and you with the collar, step forwards.”

Chitin broke away from the group, moving away into the courtyard of the Changeling Consortium Mansion. She picked a quiet spot: A gap in the hedges overlooking Ponyville in the distance.

Sitting down, Chitin looked out over Ponyville, her wings continuing to give anxious little buzzes, her head tilting to the left and ears pinning back against her skull.

“Bit for your thoughts?” a pony asked.

Chitin jumped, clenching her teeth in surprise, her wings fluttering and buzzing. She looked back over her shoulder, finding a brown earth pony with a green mane standing behind her.

“I’m sorry?” Chitin asked, confused.

“It’s an expression,” the earth pony said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re not… really good with the whole pony thing yet, are you?”

Chitin shook her head slowly. “Chrysalis made us forget. I… I don’t remember how to be a pony. Not as a changeling.”

“That… that’s one of the most confusing sentences I’ve ever heard,” the pony responded with a faint laugh. “I’m Green Hoof. I figured it best to introduce myself before we all get started together. I heard Warden and Kuno talking. They want you all to grow aurora.”

“Aurora?” Chitin asked, looking back over her shoulder again. “I am ‘Chitin’... I think. For now.”

“Well, hi, Chitin. It’s nice to meet you. And yes, aurora. You’re a changeling, I guess you pick up skills quickly?” Green Hoof asked earnestly.

“We… do,” Chitin admitted. “It’s… easier if we’re pretending to be a pony.”

“Well that’s good enough. I sure hope you don’t put me out of a job,” Green Hoof said after a moment, frowning deeply.

Chitin baulked. “I would not wish to endanger your livelihood!”

Green Hoof gave a laugh at that, shaking her head. “Not to worry, Chitin. My husband takes care of all my needs. I work because I… well I’ve never not worked!”

“You cannot break your routine?” Chitin asked.

Green Hoof shook her head. “Get bored too easy, I guess. Look, can you uh… do me a favour?”

Chitin nodded once. “So long as it does not violate the laws.”

“Nothing so onerous,” Green Hoof responded with a slight giggle. “Just… tell Warden I wanna talk to him, okay? We need to discuss what’s going on with you and the rest of you. I don’t want to admit… but it’s a might bit scary walking up to such a big group of you. All fangs and wings.”

“We’re harmless,” Chitin said blankly. “The laws would prohibit us from harming you.”

“I know, I know,” Green Hoof said, even though it was obvious she didn’t. “But still…”

Chitin nodded once. “I will let him know.”

Chitin stared into the mirror, frowning slightly, turning her head from one side, to the other, and then back again. The golden ankh in her ear really did look quite pretty against her blue-black carapace, but having one in either ear just looked too… proper.

Frowning, Chitin reached up and tugged the second earring free, just staring into the mirror with only one earring in, before smiling slightly. She slipped the first earring back into the jewellery box, and then frowned down at it for several long, long moments.

She turned on her hooves, heading back out of the mansion.

Kuno was still standing, talking to the changelings, helping them to choose their names. Fang. Eagle. Plough. Their names were almost meaningless, but each of them accepted their new names with a kind of purpose. It was a spark, a glimmer. Chitin could see it in their eyes as they sat down. They had names now. Individuality. No longer were they just ‘drones’, or ‘soldiers’. They were changelings.

Chitin waited for a pause in the proceedings, before approaching Kuno.

“My Q… Kuno,” she corrected, grinding her teeth slightly at the odd sensation of wilfully ignoring her instinct to defer entirely to the one she knew as Queen. “What do I do with this?” she asked, holding up her jewellery box.

Kuno arched an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“It is my jewellery box. It has my other earring in it. But… I prefer to only wear one. What do I do with the other?”

“Keep it,” Kuno said with a slight shrug. “Or sell it… or even give it to somepony as a gift.”

“But… where do I put it? I can’t just… carry it around all the time,” Chitin said awkwardly. “Where do you keep your belongings?”

Kuno facehoofed quietly. “Wow, Chrysalis really did a number on you guys. “You are a member of the Changeling Consortium now, and that comes with certain perks. Like your own room!”

“I… have a room?” Chitin asked blankly.

Kuno nodded enthusiastically. “Since you’re ‘developing’ so fast, you can be the first to pick what room you want, kay?”

Chitin blinked once, looking back over her shoulder. “In the city? Or in the mansion?”

“In the mansion, of course,” Kuno corrected, waving a hoof. “Now, go pick one. We’ll have to make some signs up to denote who owns which room. But for now, just…” Kuno trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip. “Ummm… Just put up something, so that the other’s know that it’s your room.”

Chitin nodded, and then turned away again, looking up at the mansion. She had to choose a room?

Chitin walked down hallway after hallway. Some of the rooms she peeked into still had furniture inside, covered in dusty sheets. Some of them were entirely bare, save for cobwebs decorating the rooftops and the tops of the walls. Dust was everywhere.

Eventually, Chitin settled on the very best room in all of the mansion: The front-left tower. Each corner of the building was built like a fortification, and the corners of these fortifications were all topped with towers that looked to be archer platforms, designed to give a good view down onto the front of the building and the surrounding gardens for archers to pick off anyone assaulting the front ‘gate’. Little comforts had been added over the years, like the balcony, but Chitin could, with a little imagination, see the room being very lavish. It was out of the way, had a good view, was tucked up against the mountain so it received a lot of shadow, had windows for lighting and was far enough away from most of the rest of the building to be insulated from noise.

It was perfect.

Chitin paused at the door, and then hung her spare golden ankh over a hook at the front, proclaiming the room as her own.

The soft ringing of a bell awoke Chitin, and she jerked upwards off the floor, blinking rapidly. She had been sleeping with her head on her hooves, and a spare sheet thrown over her shoulders and wings for warmth, in lieu of a bed. None of the changeling had a bed yet, or pillows, or any furniture, really. There was one lucky changeling that had ended up in a room with a velvet couch, and he would sleep very well as the jealous changelings had discussed around dinner.

Chitin yawned heavily, and got to her hooves, tossing off the sheet before stepping over to the window to look out over the yard.

The bell was a general ‘attention’ bell, ordering the changelings to assemble for whatever reason. Without the hive mind, the bell was the only way to summon them.

Chitin had barely slept the previous night, as the silence without the whisper of the hive mind in the background had been deafening.

In the yard was a veritable train of ponies. Unicorns, earth ponies, pegasi, all forming an orderly line stretching all the way back to front gate. There had to be a hundred, at least.

Chitin stared, blinking once or twice, confused. The bell rang again, and she shook herself mentally, climbing up onto the balcony and then launching off it. She landed lightly on the grass with a buzz of her insectile wings, and then slipped in through an open ground-floor window of the estate, heading for the courtyard where the bell was gonging repeatedly.

Chitin took her place near the front of the crowd of changelings. They were no longer as cohesive in their spacing. There were no rows, no ordered columns of equal numbers with a defined place to walk. Now it was messy and disordered, a chaos of wings and hooves, with changelings just sitting wherever took their fancy. Several of them were discussing how they had slept, and it leant a strange air to their group. Under Chrysalis, and within the hive mid, idle gossip was never needed nor encouraged.

Kuno was standing at the front of the crowd, along with Princess Celestia. Kuno looked slightly diminished in the presence of the sun goddess, far less imposing and authoritative.

“Attention!” Kuno called, tapping a hoof against the ground. A quiet spread across the crowd, and all eyes turned towards her.

Kuno looked to Celestia. Celestia nodded.

Kuno cleared her throat. “Princess Celestia has organized a…” she paused a moment, chewing on her tongue. “A job fair. Out in the front of the estate, employers of various have gathered so that you can query them and decide for yourselves what area of the workforce you would enjoy most.”

A confused buzz of conversation rose from the amassed changelings.

“You do not need to choose this morning, or today… but it would be wise to weigh your options. The Consortium will go nowhere without funds, and we can only tolerate so many free agents. Just as with ponies, if you do not work, you cannot live in luxury.”

Celestia stepped forwards, and Kuno took a step back, giving the ‘podium’ to the princess.

“Equestria is committed to welcoming our new members to the fold. To that end, I have struck a… deal of sorts with the woodworkers and clothmakers of Canterlot. We have the raw materials, and now we just need volunteers to complete the work on a furnished bed piece for each and every changeling here.”

Kuno stepped forwards again, giving Celestia a querying look.

Celestia nodded.

Kuno cleared her throat. “We’re going to need twenty volunteers for wookworking, and ten more for the seammaking. You will be learning a trade, and proving that changelings can work alongside ponies. If you are willing to volunteer for the woodworking, please, come form a line at the front of the courtyard.”

Chitin immediately rose to her hooves, stepping forwards. No less than thirty changelings followed her.

“I see we won’t be short of volunteers,” Celestia said, a certain sparkle in her eye.

Chitin frowned down at the saw in her hooves, working it back and forth slowly across the log. It was awkward moving things with her hooves, and she wasn’t quite certain if she liked it yet.

“Get in there, you need to saw faster,” Thorny Bramble said enthusiastically. He was a big, strapping earth pony, with a freshly-sawn log as a cutie mark. And he was teaching all twenty of the changelings how to saw logs for lumber. A mark had been made with a measuring stick, and then she had been commanded to saw it in half.

“The stroke forwards is the one that removes most of the sawdust, and the stroke backwards is the one that actually cuts properly into the log. You need to set to a proper rhythm. Without the right rhythm and motion, you’re going to be just moving sawdust back and forth.”

“It’s hard,” Chitin admitted blankly, frowning.

Bramble slapped her on the shoulder with a hoof, grinning. “‘Course it’s hard. Nothing worth doing is easy. Now get in there, the more steady your rhythm, the faster it’ll cut!”

Chitin nodded quietly, chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to set up a rhythm. She experimented a little bit, eventually settling on a rhythm and motion that was chewing steadily away at the wood.

“Good, good, you’re learning,” Bramble said, smiling and making a motion with a hoof. “Make sure to keep straight. Don’t twist the handle or you’ll cut off to the side and jam the saw.”

Chitin nodded again, panting already, blue tongue dipping out from between her fangs. She looked up at Bramble for a long moment, one of her ears perking. “Would you consider a physical relationship with a changeling?”

Thorny Bramble blinked slowly at that, losing his composure. “I… I never considered it, honestly. But I’ll give anything a go once, I guess. Why do you ask?”

“No specific reason, idle curiosity,” Chitin said with a smile, returning to her sawing.

Chitin looked down at the bed, frowning slightly, head canting to the left slightly and wings buzzing. “It looks… uneven.”

Thorny Bramble gave a helpless shrug. “It was your first time.”

“I had wished for my first time to be… not as flawed,” Chitin admitted, wiping some sweat from her brow. “It is uneven and looks as though it would not take much weight.”

“The slats were a right bitch to bang in, too,” Thorny Bramble admitted, before giving a sideways smile at the changeling. “I heard that your kind were always perfect in their imitations. Could it be that you’ve never had to… learn a skill?’

“Are you teasing me?” Chitin asked plaintively.

“I’m ribbing you,” Bramble said with a shake of his head. “This is something a lot of earth ponies do to eachother. It’s a kind of friendly teasing.”

“Well… I… I have learned much today,” Chitin admitted. “I realise I must… practise. When I transform into a pony, these things are… simple. They come naturally. As a changeling, they are… much more difficult.”

“So you can just turn into anypony you want and do whatever?” Bramble asked, curious.

Chitin nodded. “Were I to want to build a bed, I would simply transform into you. I would have your skills, your abilities, you nature. It would come to me as easily as… well, as easily as it comes to you,” she said with a toothy smile.

“That’s bizarre!” Bramble admitted with a smile. “So… you’re… female, right?”

“I identify as female, yes,” Chitin said with a single nod.

Bramble made a motion with a hoof. “I kinda figured that. You sound like a mare. But… do you even have… the parts of a mare? Or is it some kind of egg sack or…?”

Chitin giggled at that, and turned on the spot, until she was facing away, leaning down and lifting her rump, swaying her tail aside as she grasped her rump with a hoof to spread herself open, revealing a sliver of blue flesh between the smooth black lips of her very female cunny.

Bramble was momentarily stunned, eyes wide, making a strange sound with his mouth like a fish gasping for air.

“I trust you can tell for yourself, now?” Chitin asked with a faint giggle, turning back around to face him.

By the rapid pulse of his heart and the delectable scent he was putting off, the earth pony had quite liked what he saw.

“I… uhm… yes…” Bramble admitted, his tone sounding slightly strangled. “Y-yes. Very female. T-thank you for sho-telling me.”

“Curious about anything else?” Chitin queried.

“So… all of your flesh is blue like that?” Bramble asked, his ears pinkening visibly.

Chitin nodded, extending her tongue playfully. “It is natural for us.”

“It’s weird,” Bramble responded. “Unnatural.”

“And yet everything I know about ponies tells me that you enjoyed what you saw,” Chitin said, licking her lips innocently.

Bramble flushed a little bit further, stammering slightly. “W-well that’s n-neither here nor there!”

Chitin giggled again, shaking her head. “Thank you for showing me how to make the bed, Bramble. I will consider woodworking as my ‘job’.”

Bramble nodded once. “It was nice meeting you, Chitin. You’re… uh… very pretty.”

“Thank you,” Chitin said, inclining her head towards the earth pony respectfully.

Chitin walked down the hallways of the manor, exploring. Now that she wasn’t directed by the hivemind, the architecture of the old building interested her. Her experience with the woodworking for the meagre few hours gave her a new appreciation of just how hard it must have been to build such ornate fittings.

There was a feast on, and very few changelings remained in the manor itself. They were all outside, enjoying the food, that had been cooked by a dual pony/changeling team. Many of the ponies that had turned up had stayed, and were eating, somewhat cautiously and hesitantly, with the changelings. But the initial wariness and suspicion was starting to relax slightly, allowing a certain kind of discourse between them all.

The manor was not deserted, however. Chitin had passed many occupied rooms. The first she had seen was a young pegasus watching, dumbstruck, as a pair of female changelings went down on eachother. Blue tongues and blue flesh had met quite eagerly in a mutual exploration. Chitin was sure that the pegasus wouldn’t have been watching for much longer, and would have become an active participant.

In another room, a changeling had been exploring her body seemingly for the first time, opening rubbing and toying with her drooling cunny while staring into a mirror.

Somehow, Chitin thought that while ponies were present, such activities should be conducted behind closed doors.

And then, further down, as Chitin inspected the baths, she came across her Queen and her husband.

They were laying in the bath, quite visibly mid-coitus.

Kuno was in Warden’s lap, forehooves resting on the bath above his shoulders as she bounced slowly, sensually in his lap. She was kissing him sensually as she moved atop him, grinding her hips down against his own over and over again.

Chitin could feel a tingle in her loins at the sight, and froze, sitting down and watching with wide eyes as her queen fucked her husband right in front of her, oblivious to the presence of her audience.

“Mnnnf… I’ve waited so long for this,” Kuno whispered heatedly, biting at her husband’s neck and chin heatedly, giving a firmer grind against him.

Wardren grunted faintly, paws grasping her smooth black hips under the water, his wings fluttering weakly against the tub. “K-Kuno… slow down… I’m g-gonna…”

Kuno gave a lustful growl at that, and began to bounce harder and faster, eagerly shoving her hips down over him, staring down into his eyes and kissing him with a fiery, eager passion. Each firm thud of her hips was answered with a soft groan and shudder from her husband, even as he tensed and quivered under her, quite visibly trembling in orgasm.

“Yessss….” Kuno’s sibilant hiss of delight echoed throughout the bathroom as she clenched firmly around her husband’s throbbing cock, milking it for his gooey spunk , her wings buzzing intently as she shuddered through a minor orgasm of her own.

After a few long moments of bliss, both pony and changeling queen came down from their high.

“Ugh… I barely lasted a minute,” Warden opined.

Kuno giggled breathlessly, lightly nuzzling into his neck. She slowly lifted her hips, until they cleared the water, the length of the pegasus’ used cock slipping free of her used cunny, following by a visible trail of white mess. She slowly slithered down, capturing the tip of his cock in her fanged muzzle, closing lips over it and swirling her tongue eagerly against the crown, cleaning up their mingled mess.

“I’ve been thinking, recently… maybe with this new form, I could get all of this crammed down my throat…” Kuno purred lustfully, licking slowly at the front of his once-again stiffening cock.

Chitin whimpered faintly to herself, becoming vaguely aware that she had been masturbating. Her hoof was stuffed up between her own thighs, and was wet with her own drooling liquids.

Panting faintly, she withdrew, leaving the married couple to their fun.

Thorny Bramble looked up from his drink, blinking once.

Chitin gave a him a smile, head tilting slightly to the left. “Hi.”

“Well hi there… is that you, Chitin?”

Chitin nodded once.

“Kinda hard to tell you guys apart,” Thorny Bramble admitted. “Though, you seem more fun than the others.”

“Yeah, about that,” Chitin said, suddenly nervous. She had no idea how to go about this when she wasn’t a pony. “I… huh… Well. My bed. You see. When they put it in my room they didn’t test if it was… sturdy enough.”

“You’re afraid it’s not made properly?” Thorny Bramble asked, confused, not quite cottoning on just yet.

Chitin nodded enthusiastically. “I was… hoping that you could help me test it.”

Thorny Bramble mulled that over for a few moments, before his eyes widened slowly. “You mean…”

Chitin nodded once, licking her lips eagerly.

Heated groaned of delight left both changeling and earth pony as Thorny Bramble fucked Chitin into the bed hard and fast. Powerful hooves, strengthened from long days at the saw mill, held her firmly in place, barely allowing Chitin room to move as he took her with urgent thrusts.

Chitin whimpered heavily, face buried in the sheets that had been made for her just that morning, the bed she had built with her own hooves rocking back and forth, banging against the wall with each heavy, deep thrust into her eager, clenching blue cunt. Her slick liquids drooled around the earth pony’s cock, lubricating it, helping it to sink deeper into her, not that any help was needed with the powerful shoves of the firm hips from the eager earth pony.

“Fuck, you’re tight!” Thorny Bramble growled, biting down on one of her ears, tugging at it as he shoved himself deep inside her over and over again.

The bite to her ear was strange, just like his weight over her, and the sensation of the friction deep within her untouched depths. But Chitin was quickly growing to love the sensations, especially that spike of pleasure that grew higher and higher each time the powerful earth pony bottomed out deep inside her.

“Coming, coming!” Thorny Bramble warned, snarling and baring his teeth, holding her hips tightly with his hooves. It had seemed a warning, an attempt to let her pull away, but his dominant hold on her never lessened nearly enough for the hungry changeling to be able to get away, even if she wanted.

The thick, stiff cock spread her wide, the flaring tip pushing right up against her deepest barrier, making her snarl in surprise and delight. Sudden hot bursts of pony spunk poured deep inside her, spreading splatters of slick warmth across her very deepest reaches. Her depths clenched and milked around it on reflex, and she could feel splatters of warmth beginning to dribble from around the throbbing cock even before the earth pony had finished pumping his seed deep inside her.

With a low groan, Thorny Bramble slowly drew back, sliding out of her. The flared tip of his cock tugged free, following by a slick rush of his mess, drooling over the stone floor, dripping messily from her thoroughly-fucked blue cunny.

“Oh wow… that was definitely worth a try…” Thorny Bramble murmured as he weakly splayed across one end of her bed.

Chitin nodded quietly, panting and licking her lips. She was… disappointed somehow. She hadn’t orgasmed. Kuno had seemed to enjoy her orgasm quite a lot.

“That was… quite enjoyable,” Chitin said with a nod, crawling up onto the bed properly and resting her head on her forehooves, careful not to drool any of Thorny Bramble onto her new bedsheets.

An awkward silence befell Chitin, until she heard the unmistakable snores of the earth pony. She smiled slightly, idly tracing a hoof against his broad chest.

It had been a fun little romp. And at the very least, she had gotten a solid meal from the exuberant earth pony.