Sexual Escapades of a Loneling

I left the hive not too long after Mother’s departure. Why you ask? Have you ever seen what happens when a group of foals are left without adult supervision? Yes, precisely. The hive went completely insane, anarchy breaking out even faster than Chrysalis had predicted. In the first few weeks alone we had love-riots, graffiti on the resin walls, a few cases of egg-hoarding and some doomsayers predicting the Queen would return to eat us all. We tried to elect leaders, like you ponies elect your mayors, but it went very wrong very fast. I think my brothers and sisters didn’t realize just how important Chrysalis was. They just saw her swagger around energetically all the time and didn't realize she was toiling every day to make everything run smoothly. They never saw her in her chambers, when she didn’t hide her fatigue. Mother tried to warn them before leaving, but they didn’t listen. They just kept saying she was crazy and we would be better off with Celestia as a ruler. That did not sit well with the Queen.

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“Jealous of our benevolent Princess?” Sweet mercy laughed.

“I wouldn't say jealous, as much as preoccupied.” Loneling shifted as he looked at the mare, something bumping the underside of the table. “The possibility you could see us as a threat and exterminate the hive made mother very anxious.”

“That’s preposterous!” Twilight sounded shocked by the very idea. “We would never do that!”

“That’s what the hive said, but I am not so sure.” The changeling shrugged noncommittally. “Chrysalis’ memory is older than most history books. She often told her guard stories about the old days, when ponies didn’t rule. The world used to be a bigger place she used to say. But after a while we understood: the world is still the same, there is just less in it. You see, we learned of all the races you ponies drove to near or complete extinction.”

“Horse apples!” the alicorn snorted. She pressed the light switch in the observation room. The red light on her side turned white and she appeared to the rest of them. She glared at the changeling through the window. “Name one!” Twilight challenged vehemently

“Windigos, sirens, dream eaters,” the changeling recited, scratching his chin. “gorgons, centaurs, gargoyles, faes, blood hounds… Want me to go on?”

“Uh…” Twilight’s confident expression crumbled with each new name. All had been dangerous foes and all had been either banished to Tartarus or had disappeared from Equestria. In a horrible sense the changeling was right.

“Never thought of it in that way.” Vigilance muttered, brushing a hoof through his mohawk. “Is that how other races see us?”

“Don’t worry, I know ponies are creatures of peace, you only wish to make the world a better place.” Loneling crossed his forelegs, tilting his head thoughtfully. “But the species that struggle with your way of life, or ‘Harmony’ as you call it, sure don’t seem to last very long.”

“I assure you we have the best intentions.” The alicorn rushed to say, wings fluffing in agitation. “Every creature is welcome to join us!”

“So the story about a zebra being treated like a pariah in this very town is false?”

“It’s a work in progress?” Twilight said, with an awkward smile.

“I see.” Loneling quirked an eyebrow, watching the alicorn fidgeting. “I would work on your diplomatic skills if I were you miss Sparkle, you could start a war by being so inept.” He said helpfully. “Well anyway, now you understand why mother was afraid for us.” Loneling continued, ignoring Twilight’s grumbles. “And that’s why she left personal messages for you and the other princesses inside her children’s minds. Do you want to hear them?”

“Oh?” Twilight’s head jerked back in surprise. A letter from the dangerous and, as it turned out, perverted Queen? That couldn’t be good. “Well alright…” she pressed her ears against her head, preparing for the worst.

“Very good miss.” Loneling cleared his throat, then opened his mouth wide. The ponies looked at each other in confusion before a loud static noise crackled from the changeling’s throat. Someone other than Loneling began to speak, startling them all. The voice that emerged from his maw was terribly familiar to Twilight, sending shivers through her spine. “Hello my beautiful and sexy alicorn! This is just a friendly warning: if you hurt my children I will personally butcher each and every one of your little ponies. I see it as a waste of livestock, so be a dear and don’t make me do it. Be patient with them, they can be a little idiotic at times; you know how kids are. You look great by the way. Tata for now!” Loneling closed his muzzle, Chrysalis’ buzzing voice cutting off.

“Did…” Sweet Mercy stared, astonished. “Did she leave a voicemail in your head?”

“Why yes, very efficient don’t you think?” Loneling looked at the bewildered pegasus curiously. He idly wondered if it would be polite to stuff his cock in her open mouth, then turned to Twilight. “That was the message for madame Celestia, would you like to hear your own personal message?”

“She left one just for me?” Twilight was surprised. She expected a message from Chrysalis to be much more vicious. If you put aside the promise of genocide and her disrespect she was almost cordial. "Yes, please!" She waited with bated breath as Loneling opened his jaws again.

“Dear Twilight Sparkle” that was a good start. “I will personally pluck every feather from your undeserved wings when I get my hooves on your skinny flanks. I’ll make myself a nice purple fan so I can keep cool while I ram my big fat cock down your narrow little…”

“Stop!” Twilight squeaked. Loneling closed his mouth with a snap. “What the hay, why was she so nice to Princess Celestia in comparison?”

“Because mother always found her very desirable.” Loneling rubbed his sore throat. “Kept on going about ravaging Celestia in her throne room while her subjects watched.”

“You weren’t kidding when you said she was a sex addict, eh?” Sweet Mercy whistled.

“Because you ponies are ones to talk?” Loneling deadpanned. “Take this mare I met on the road for example…”

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Our last elected leader was running from a mob wielding pitchforks and torches, no idea where those came from, when I finally accepted that I couldn’t do much to help the hive from the inside. It was only a matter of time until someling went to ask for Celestia’s help or we were discovered. Mother’s warnings were heavy on my mind, so I decided to take the initiative, go out on my own, become a representative for changeling-kind to you ponies. I would prove that we were not monsters, that we only wanted to live peacefully amongst you. And of course I would use my best skill: sex.

What? Why are you laughing miss Mercy? It was a good idea! I have done nothing in my life but pleasure my Queen, I can assure you that my credentials in love making are stellar. No I don’t have a resume, that would be silly. Just ask my mother she’ll… Okay never mind.

So I went on the road. The only times I had been able to go outside the hive had been for military purposes, this was the first time I could actually enjoy the scenery. Well after I got out of the badlands that is; that place is a bore. After days of wandering I found myself on the edge of a green forest and I chanced upon a dirt road. I did not encounter anypony for the first few days, but I did enjoy myself immensely. I meant enjoy the trip miss Mercy. No I don’t masturbate, I could release eggs if I am not careful. What does making an omelet have to do with this?

Anyway just as I was starting to become hungry I encountered my first pony. Night was falling and I was looking for a place to stay the night, when a glint caught my eye. It was a silver caravan, shining red with the setting sun. It was the first sign of civilization since I started my journey and I was longing for companionship. After a quick gallop I found that the vehicle was stuck in a mud-hole, a mare trying to free it with all her magical powers. She was so focused on her task that she didn’t hear me approach until I was right behind her. Pardon my candor, but it was the most pathetic display of telekinesis I had ever seen. I probably should not have said that out loud at the time.

“How dare you!” the azure mare rounded on me, outraged. Her eyes got wide when she saw me standing there. “Aaah! Monster! Get away from Trixie!”

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“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Twilight facehoofed.

“Oh yes, she did mention she knew you, in very colorful language.” Loneling nodded sagely. “I think she and my mother would get along very well.”

“Of course she had to be the first pony you met.” The alicorn groaned. “Talk about bad first impressions.”

“Well she didn’t impress me with her magical skills, that’s a certitude.”

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Trixie sent a barrage of arcane missiles my way, an impressive quantity I must admit, but they were so weak that I barely felt them. She kept peppering me while I just stared at her in wonder. She looked so soft in comparison to a drone, her fur fluffy and luminous and above all her silver mane sparkled against the setting sun. She was what mother liked to call ‘prime broodmare material’. She was tall, her long legs shapely without being too fat, she had mouthwatering voluptuous hips I couldn’t wait to have in my grasp and a full lipped mouth that was currently berating me with all the insults under the sun.

“… will teach you to mess with the greatest magician in Equestria!” Trixie kept blasting me with the magical equivalent of a squirt-gun but she was quickly tiring. “I’ll have you know *huff* that the Great *huff* and Powerful * huff* Trixie has dueled *huff huff* with a Princess *huff huff* and survived to tell the tale! *huff*”

“I’m sorry miss Great and Powerful,” I began, very confused. “but just to be clear: is this some sort of local greeting or are you trying to attack me?”

“Your bravery is commendable *huh phoo* but you can cut the *huuuuh phoo* act. Surrender and the Great *haarf* Trixie will *huuuuh* spare your lif*haaaaarrh*”

Trixie suddenly collapsed, trying to regain her breath, her pitiful magic fizzling out. I approached carefully as the pretty mare rolled on her back, still panting. That gave me a good view of her soft belly and the two little teats between her thighs. I have to admit that I don’t understand mother’s obsession with mammary glands, I don't see what was so exciting about those plump fleshy mounds. But then again changelings don’t have them, so it could be an acquired taste. Trixie saw me staring and she quickly covered herself up, her beautiful silver tail draped between her legs.

“Get your eyes off me…” She panted. “You damn dirty changeling…”

“Oh, so you know about us? Good.” I sat just in front of her face, then began my prepared speech. “Greetings pony of Equestria, I am drone D20-2001 and I come in peace. As the unofficial ambassador for my hive, allow me to present you the best we have to offer.”

“What are you WHAT THE HAY IS THAT THING!” Trixie quickly scrambled away as my ovispositor slid out of its pocket.

“This is my cock. Would you like a taste?” I said with the best natural smile I could manage. It seemed to panic her even more.

“Oh sweet Luna, it’s disgusting!” she tried to shove me with her magic, but it barely rocked me. “Stay away from Trixie!”

“Are you trying to reject my offer or is this foreplay?” I asked, tilting my head. “I’m sorry, but your magic is so weak that I have trouble understanding your intent.”

“You dare!” Trixie seemed scandalized, forgetting her fear in favor for anger.

She squared her shoulders, her horn shining brightly, but nothing happened. I wondered if her horn was deficient, but before I could ask her something shot from inside her caravan. Too intrigued to react, I was promptly tied up with a sturdy length of rope. It coiled around me like a snake, immobilizing my limbs and pressing my ovipositor to my belly. I had to admit that it was a pretty impressive show of precise telekinesis, the knots incredibly well done. What she lacked in raw strength she obviously made up in finesse.

“There.” she huffed. “Try and squirm your way out of that!”

“Okay?” I ignited my horn and instantly sliced through the rope with my magic. Trixie’s triumphant expression fell comically. “What now?” I asked curiously.

“Uuuuh… LOOK!” She pointed behind me, eyes wide. "A TASTY BABY!"

“Where?”

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“You actually fell for that?” Vigilance asked, incredulous.

“For my defense her acting was very convincing.”

“So what did she do?” Sweet Mercy chuckled. “Run away?”

“No. She knocked me out with a frying pan.”

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The first thing I heard as I was coming to was a weird buzzing, similar to a drone taking flight. I was hanging from some sort of harness, my back hooves barely scraping against the ground, a cold slab of steel on my back. Then I felt an insistent vibration at the base of my horn. The annoying feeling helped me clear my head and I finally managed to open my eyes. Trixie was right in front of me, standing on two legs, her tongue sticking out of her mouth as she messed with something on my head. From this close I could feel her breath wash over my muzzle; it smelled minty.

“That was unnecessary.” I grumbled.

“Shush.” Trixie did some last tweaks to whatever was buzzing on my horn. “Aaaand there!” She smiled then stepped back, looking proudly at her work.

I realized then that I was inside her caravan. It was surprisingly homely, the wood interior carefully varnished as was the sparse furniture, a soft light coming from firefly lanterns hanging from the ceiling. I could see a small bed nudged in a corner, with a purple quilt embroidered with golden magic wands and a plush bunny sitting on her laced pillow. The next corner had been turned into a minimalist bathroom area, with a little sink and a bucket full of water. A small square of azure tiles with a drain protected the wood flooring underneath.

The rest of the single room was a little unkempt. There were several knickknacks scattered all around (accessories, ribbons, books that sort of thing) and a tattered lavender hat and cape hanging from a hat-rack right next to me. All in all Trixie’s home had a pleasant atmosphere, warm and welcoming. Something that I could have better appreciated if I wasn’t strapped to a vertical gurney, leaving me spread eagle like bug in a display case.

“Is this part of your people’s mating ritual?” I asked curiously. I tried to ignite my horn to examine the straps holding me but my magic fluctuated and died. “Did you put a magic null-ring on my horn?”

“With how pricey those things are? Please.” The mare flicked her mane back, looking smug. “Trixie had to use her vast intellect to find a way to subdue you. She is the smartest pony in Equestria after all.”

“So what is it?” I was really curious, the buzzing making my ears twitch.

“Something from Trixie’s special chest.” She smiled, pointing to a trunk open at her hooves.

I could see strips of black leathers in there, as well as spare pieces for the slab I was strapped to. There were other strange objects inside. A weird little red ball with holes attached to a thin belt, riding crops, whips, candles, blindfolds and a carefully folded crimson latex suit. I was trying to understand why all those random objects were stored together when my eyes widened. I had spied something that looked like a disembodied horse cock, but I quickly realized that it was made of some kind of wax. That I knew what it was. Mother was an accomplished sculptor, she had an impressive collection of resin dildos in her room. I think I saw a few during the riots back at the hive, being used as clubs.

“That’s interesting.” I mumbled.

“Impressed by Trixie’s collection?” she smirked.

“Well the craftsmanship is a little subpar, it’s much too veiny to be realistic and…”

“Silence.” She snapped. She also took the occasion to slap my ovipositor, which was still hard and quivering. “Now tell me, what were you trying to do to Trixie?” She asked with an angry tone that reminded me of Chrysalis.

“Just offering my services,” I tried not to squirm as she ran a hoof over my length “trying to show ponies that changelings can be nice.”

“Hmmm.” She tilted her head, looking up at my face with suspicion. “And what about shoving this little thing in my face?” She slapped my cock again, this time with more strength.

“I…” I inhaled as she squeezed the blunt head of my ovipositor. She seemed curious by the way it could segment in three. “I am a trained escort with years of experience in pleasing…” I gasped as she roughly pushed my ovipositor up, looking at my underside. “… in pleasing females.”

“Trixie is skeptical something as small as this could satisfy her.” She let my shaft bounce down, sucking her tongue in a disapproving *tsk*. “You don’t even have any balls.”

“Drones don’t have testicles but…” I gulped as she levitated one of the sturdier riding crops out of the trunk. “We… We have an egg pouch inside our body, we do produce ejaculate in our seminal glands to nourish our…”

“Disgusting.” She whipped my snout with a sharp blow, making me yelp. “So that’s what you were trying to do? Put your filthy eggs in Trixie’s magnificent body?”

“I had hoped you would be interested.” I panted, sounding meek. This was a pattern I was used to follow. Get punished, then act submissive. “Changelings raised by ponies would be a great way to show we can coexist. But if you wish I can keep myself from releasing my eggs, I would only offer you my talents.”

“Is that right?” She smirked evilly, dragging the end of her riding crop over my whole length. “So this is a gift just for Trixie?” She toyed with my ovipositor’s flare, smearing my dripping secretions on her short whip.

“If you would have it, yes.” I breathed, my hips unsuccessfully trying to hump against the tight restraints. “Untie me and I would be happy to demonstrate my prowess in the field of love making and…”

“Mmmh…” Trixie wielded her riding crop and gave my cock an experimental tap, before hitting my shaft properly, the *SNAP* resounding around the caravan. Her mouth curled up as my breath hitched. “You seem pretty resilient, do you even feel anything?”

“Pseudo-shafts are very sturdy and are protected by a flexible chitin covering.” I rushed to say. “But it is as sensitive as any other phallus.”

“So you don’t get injured easily, but you feel everything.” Trixie seemed very pleased. She looked up at me, eyes lidded with desire. “Do you enjoy pain?”

“Our Queen was very thorough with our education in sexual fetishes,” I nodded quickly. “she trained us to be receptive to all manners of different stimuli and…”

“Wordy little thing, aren’t you.” Trixie hummed and levitated the red ball full of holes. “This should help.” She then crammed what I later found out to be a ball gag into my mouth, closing the strap behind my head.

“*Mmmf*”

“That’s better.” She smiled wide. “Now where was Trixie? Oh yes, your puny little present.” She grabbed my cock with a hoof and gave a careless pump, making my ovipositor spurt more lube.

She smeared the lubricant all over my length with her forehooves, humming as she worked. Everytime my ovipositor twitched she swung her riding crop and hit my flare with a sharp blow, tsking in disapproval. Trixie examined my cock thoroughly, bringing her muzzle one breath away but never actually letting my length touch anything but her hooves. One powerful squeeze around the middle made my shaft jump up, actually brushing against her snout. I had the time to enjoy the feeling of her soft fur before the riding crop lashed at me, the stinging making me see stars.

“No, bad!” She admonished. “No touching unless I say so.”

I was breathing hard at that point, my cock burning from the soft lashings, wanting more. She looked into my excited eyes and shook her head, like a teacher disappointed in a student.

“What is Trixie going to do with you?” She slowly ran her hoof on the underside of my ovipositor, making me grunt. “What was your name again?”

“*Mmhmhft*”

“No, that won’t do.” She chuckled, her hoof resting against my flare, plugging the flow of lube. “Trixie’s pet must have a name to match her greatness.” My arousal was trickling down her leg, dripping from her elbow, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her gaze sweeped around her home, until she eyed one of the books lying around. A western adventure. “Hmm, the Lone Changeling? Too long.” She thought out loud, her hoof griping my flare so hard I almost came. A powerful spray of precum shot through my length, knocking her hoof away in a sticky explosion.

It splashed on her muzzle, matting her lovely blue fur with my viscous juices. I held my breath, seeing her playful expression melt into a frown. The cold anger on her face reminded me so much of Mother that I couldn’t stop a few more gushes from hitting her soiled muzzle. She didn’t even flinch.

“You dirtied Trixie’s perfect coat.” She said, with a terrifying calm voice, thunder rumbling under her careful control. She lowered her riding crop on my blunt cock-head, caressing it gently. “I’m going to make you pay.”

And she did, with terrible zeal. She lashed out, striking my length with stinging blows that sent electric shocks down my spine, more spurts of precum spraying everywhere. She whipped harder each time a drop fell on her body, my cock beginning to burn, angry green marks crisscrossing my transparent shaft. I threw my head back when she hit the end of my ovipositor with angry precision and I couldn’t help but cum, the last shred of my sanity keeping my eggs from leaving my sack. My flare burst open, the three petals curling back against my shaft, as I shot long ropes of gelatinous spunk. Every spurt left my over-active seminal glands in a rush before shooting through my clear ovipositor; my eyes fluttered in ecstasy as my body spasmed jerkily against the straps. Finally the tide subsided and my cock kicked one last time, my release splattering noisily with an obscene wet impact.

“Impressive quantity.”

My eyes shot open, remembering where my cock was pointing at. Trixie was staring at me with one quirked eyebrow, a worrying smile on her muzzle. The fact that she was positively covered in semen didn’t seem to phase her, ropes of lumpy cum all over her front. On the contrary she seemed radiant under her gooey cover. I saw her tongue dart from her mouth, collecting a generous helping of the thick splooge spilling down her snout. She looked up and hummed thoughtfully for a few instants, tasting my spunk carefully, letting the sample dissolve on her tongue.

“Adequate.” She said casually. “It lacks some bitterness since there are no sperm, but the texture is very pleasant. Thicker than most stallions.” She smacked her lips, letting me see her tongue, covered in white goop. “It’s very subtle but Trixie thinks she can sense a hint of spice, almost like cinnamon. Very interesting.”

I watched in awe as a pony, a member of a species I thought embraced innocence as a second nature, analyzed my spunk like a food critic. It was the most arousing sight I had ever experienced. My flare closed, ready for round two and I started to rock the gurney in a futile attempt to free myself. Her gaze flicked back to me, her ears perking at my desperate whines.

“Tut tut tut.” She clicked her tongue, finally swallowing. I struggled even harder when I heard the heavy *gulp*, my body releasing concentrated pheromones instinctually. “What is Trixie going to do with you, my little Loneling.” She licked her lips, her face beginning to flush.

In this enclosed space, with the quantity of pheromones I was releasing and the pungent scent of my semen it was a wonder she wasn’t writhing on the floor, begging for a cock. But it seemed Trixie had a tight grasp on her urges. Her pupils were wide, her nostrils flaring constantly and her tail swishing back and forth like a cat in heat but she still turned away from me. I got a good look at her backside, her winking vulvae releasing streams of perfumed juices down her thighs, the smell making my cock bounce against my belly. Her delicate pussy was very different from mother’s fat cunt; where Chrysalis’ lips were wide and meaty, Trixie’s slit looked like a dainty rose, pink and appetizing. The heavenly view was obstructed when she drew a screen across her bathroom area, hiding from view. I could only see her hooves.

I heard Trixie wash herself, water dripping on the azure tiles below, my spunk drained away. She hummed a gentle tune, taking her time, letting me stew with my cock in the air. I tried to squirm free again but the straps were unyielding. I had been tied up with professional care and the thing buzzing on my horn still prevented me from using magic. My ovipositor was finally starting to calm down when Trixie emerged from behind the screen. She was drying her mane with a towel, her fur as fluffy and clean as it was before I had covered her in my scent. The beautiful mare hung her towel under the sink, overturned the empty bucket over the drain and finally deigned to look at me again. Trixie snorted with humor as she looked at my rapidly growing length, then made her way over, slowly.

I was treated to the most erotic cat-walk I have ever seen, even sexier than mother’s. Trixie’s gorgeous hips rolled indecently as she sauntered closer, a sensual smile on her muzzle, her tail flicking with each step. My cock throbbed with anticipation, sure that it was about to receive some much needed attention. Trixie stopped just in front of me, her eyes traveling from my quivering dick to my eyes and her horn ignited. I prepared myself to be freed, already imagining myself mounting the sexy angel and filling her little flower with my eggs, but she had other ideas.

Trixie’s magic took hold of the crimson latex garment inside the chest, shot me an amused glance, then walked around me, disappearing behind the gurney. I struggled with my bindings, even more so when her tail dragged over my length as she left my field of view. Once again she was hidden and I could only listen. I heard a long zipper being opened, then the *pop* of a container. My nose was instantly invaded with the smell of talcum powder and I heard Trixie sneeze. Even her sneezes were sexy. I heard her mess around with the suit, the sound of rubbing latex making my heart race. Then the zipper closed.

Before I could even say *Mmfh* the slab I was resting against suddenly fell backwards, stopping abruptly when it was horizontal with a *clank*. My eyes were still adjusting from the brutal motion when the gurney dropped to the ground. I was now lying on the steel contraption, level with the floor. I looked up to see what Trixie was doing. My heart stopped.

If I had thought she was sexy before, now she was unbearably hot. The crimson latex hugged her body to perfection, like a second coat, accentuating all her curves while giving her a gleaning finish that reminded me of a drone carapace. The sexy blue angel had turned into a smoking-hot red demon. Only her head and her crotch where uncovered, I could see her arousal dripping between her legs. Her eyes were locked with my bulging length, her tail wagging more than ever. She smiled a terribly familiar smile. It was the smile mother had when she was about to play with her prey.

“I see you like Trixie’s outfit.” She purred. Her horn shone blue once again and my breath hitched as I saw her grab one of the long whips. “Don’t worry my little pet.” She breathed sultrily. “You won’t feel the bite of my toy if you do what I say.” She cracked her whip just next to my cock, the sound making me flinch. “Understand?”

“*Mmmhmmh*” I mumbled desperately, nodding my head. I froze when she brought the folded end of her lash on the side of my shaft.

“Good Loneling.” She murmured huskily. She stepped over me, carelessly treading on my bound limbs as she brought her rump over my head. “Now…” My pants accelerated, I could feel her warm breath washing over my cock. “I am going to take the ball gag off, but you are not allowed to talk. You are only allowed to service your master. Understand?” She didn’t wait for my response and undid the strap behind my head, liberating my mouth. I huffed drunkenly, Trixie’s dripping pussy just over me. “Talk, you get the whip.” She brought her nethers closer. “Stop before I tell you to, you get the whip.” She was just out of reach, my tongue just barely reaching her winking lips. “Make me come and I might just let you inside me.”

She then sat heavily on my face. I managed to open my mouth wide enough to take her whole groin into my maw, jaw unhinging, then I went to town. My tongue lashed out and instantly pierced her oozing slit, slithering inside her velvety walls. Her arousal tasted sweeter than the best love-nectar ever brewed, I drank to my heart’s content. Trixie moaned and started swaying her hips, my fangs sinking harmlessly into her latex suit. My quest for her love button was swift, her clitoris completely exposed and engorged. My tongue coiled around it and I was rewarded with a strong squirt, Trixie’s scent invading my senses as I swallowed everything she gave me. And I wanted more. I tugged her little nub with insistence, the rest of my tongue thrashing all over her dripping walls.

I don’t know how long we kept this up; me eating her pussy out, Trixie riding my face as she came over and over again, letting me taste her arousal everytime. But after some time my mind began to lose itself to lust, my cock growing larger and larger, feeling her heated breaths tease my flare. Then it finally brushed against Trixie’s lips. My length jerked eagerly and I came instantly. I expected to be punished, but as she saw my semen rushing through my transparent length Trixie inhaled a deep breath… Then gobbled my cock whole.

I hissed into her pussy, my tongue twisting all over her pearl, as my spunk exploded from my ovipositor. I heard her scream in pleasure through her mouthful of cum, my flare expanding in her maw, making it impossible to dislodge. She swallowed thickly, trying to deal with the deluge of spunk, her desperate gulps only making me pump more and more. When her tongue licked the inside of my flare, the pleasure was so intense that I completely blacked out, spurting one last enormous load before going down for the count.

I woke up yelping in pain, my cock burning in blissful agony. I felt the whip uncoiling from my abused shaft, my flare thankfully closed. Trixie had jerked away as soon as my flare had gone soft and she was still gulping down a mouthful of spunk urgently, so I must not have been out of it for very long. She growled, my semen making it sound like a gurgle and she cocked her whip for a second lash. Yelping in fright I spurred my limp tongue into action, grabbing hold of her neglected button. She hummed in approval and lowered her whip, swallowing the last of my thick jelly. The obscene sound of my spunk traveling down her throat made my cock twitch with renewed vigor and that’s when I felt it.

During my black-out I had lost control over my egg-sack; it had started the unstoppable process of laying its load. I had a flash-back to my last session with mother and realized that this time was different: Trixie had no idea how disastrous laying eggs outside of a host could be. I struggled to free my maw, biting just a little harder until my fangs punctured her latex suit. She yelped as she felt me pricking her ass, jerked away in surprise and fell sideways. My jaws were stretched and sore, I worked them with a wince while Trixie turned to me, glaring daggers.

“Please, let me explain…” I didn’t get to finish before her whip lashed out with a *CRACK*, the length of leather brutally curling around my spasming shaft. The pleasure took my breath away.

“No talking.” Trixie hissed. “Bad pet, biting your owner.” She brought her whip back for another lash.

“No! Please my eggs!” I said, tears welling into my eyes. When she saw my despair Trixie held her whip back, looking confused.

“What are you talking about?” She said, her tone changing from anger to concern. Her eyes widened when she saw the first eggs appear at the base of my transparent shaft.

“Inside!” I cried, squirming madly. “Please let me lay them inside you!”

“No way!” she jerked her head back, her eyes ping-ponging from my ovipositor to my anguished muzzle. “Trixie is not putting those things in her muffin!”

“They’ll die outside!” I was completely panicked, the first egg now almost halfway up my shaft.

“You said you could control them!” She fidgeted, stamping her hooves in indecision.

“It felt too good!”

“Oh for pony-sake!” Trixie hesitated for a few more heartbeats, then she scrambled over me. “Of course the one time Trixie forgets to give a safe word…” We were now face to face.

“Please hurry…” I panted, pleasure making my voice shake.

“Don’t pressure Trixie!” She hissed, but nonetheless she hastened to sit on my bulging cock. In fact she went so fast her latex covered hooves slipped on an unfortunate strand of spunk, making her fall backwards. “Aaaah! Luna buck me to the moon!” She shouted as my ovipositor sank into her in one long plunge.

At first I didn’t understand why her dainty little slit felt like a rough furnace, much tighter than I expected, the walls grooved and blistering hot. But then Trixie cried out, her pussy squirting a clear jet of mare arousal; right on my belly. In her haste to save my brood she had impaled herself in the wrong hole. But it sure felt right to me. Her ass was the tightest fit my cock had ever experienced, her walls undulating and hugging my ovipositor in a steely embrace. I could feel her puckered hole trying to strangle my shaft, her little doughnut stretched to its limits. It was too much for me, I threw my head back and howled like an animal.

My flare burst open, the petals adhering to her walls like suction cups, my hips humping feebly as the first egg plopped deep inside her rectum. Trixie squealed at the sensation and tried to extricate herself from the cock stretching her asshole. But my flare held on tight, keeping me hilted as far as possible as my progeny streamed into her. I felt my eggs cluster inside her ass, their malleable shells hugging her walls and readying themselves for anal incubation. Trixie eeped, tried to stand one more time, but her hoof skidded with a squeaky sound. She fell forward, her latex-covered belly colliding with my carapaced stomach.

We stared at each other, our snouts brushing against one another, our breaths mixing as we panted in pleasure. Her eyes widened each time one of my eggs roughly pushed its ways past her anus, her cute gaps making me wish I could hug her, hold her beautiful body as I filled her. Her sphincter dilated at some point, letting my eggs push into her in a continuous flow. I felt her belly start to swell with my brood, just as my sack was emptied.

The last eggs traveled up my shaft lazily, Trixie’s wall pulsing around the bulges. Once they were safely inside her my cock jerked mightily, a deluge of semen bathing my youngs, the nourishing fluid congealing quickly around my eggs. My cum formed a tight seal around my brood, something that would not have happened had I laid my eggs in her womb. His task accomplished, my flare closed, releasing Trixie from its grasp.

But Trixie didn’t move, she just laid her head on my chest, taking the time to get her breath back. My cock slowly deflated, spurting some last spurts of spunk into her stretched rectum, before it plopped from her anus and slithered back into my body. We stayed still, pressed together, any little motion provoking a squeak as her latex suit rubbed on my carapace.

“Are you okay, miss Trixie?” I asked after a long moment of rest.

“Trixie is not sure.” She mumbled. Her eyes flicked to my face with a frown. “Trixie’s ass was just filled with eggs!”

“Don’t worry.” I nuzzled the side of her head, happy that she didn’t shy away. She just grumbled cutely. “Although a womb is the recommended target for ovisposition, changeling eggs are perfectly capable of incubating in rectal cavities. They will not harm you nor prevent you from having normal bowel movements and...”

“Not what Trixie meant.” She grumped. She ran her latex covered hoof over my chest. “How long before your eggs are done?”

“Our eggs will be matured in a mouth.” I replied with a quick smile.

“And then what? Do they burst out of Trixie’s stomach like she’s a piñata?”

“Of course not.” I deadpanned, wondering where she got such a silly idea. “The gel holding the eggs together will naturally dissolve and you will lay them in a painless process.”

“Trixie is not a chicken…”

“Then they will hatch a few minutes later, your own brood of little changelings.” I said happily. “Feed them plenty of love and they will grow strong. If you teach them the ways of ponies, you would be giving the changeling race a brand new start. A chance of knowing ‘Harmony’.”

“Sounds like work.” Trixie grunted, then rolled on her side. She looked at the slight bump on her stomach warily. “This is going to be a problem for Trixie’s performances.”

“I could help you if you wish?” I proposed kindly.

“Of course you will help Trixie.” She huffed, standing up. “You owe Trixie.” She started to undo the straps holding me down.

“Great! I hoped to find a companion to travel with.” I gushed, eyes shining. I flexed my sore limbs as I was released. Once I was free I held a hoof to my horn, curious about the little thing still buzzing at its base. It felt like a small egg, its vibrations messing with my magic. “What is this?”

“Never you mind.” Trixie grabbed the little vibrating egg and quickly stuffed it into her trunk. She levitated the discarded whip and riding crop, bringing them to her bathroom area, trying her best not to let the dripping fluids fall on her furniture. She also pressed her tail against her oozing puckered hole, holding the flow of surplus semen from staining her wood floor.

“So…” I looked around. “Where do you want me to sleep?”

“Excuse me?” She looked back at me, frowning.

“Well, we are going to be traveling together.” I scratched my chin, looking at her cute little bed. “If we snuggle together can I be the little spoon?”

Her head fell sideways, looking at me like I had grown a second head.

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“Pfft” Sweet Mercy snickered. She was sitting at one end of the table, to Loneling’s left. “I’m guessing you didn’t get to be the little spoon?”

“No.” Loneling deadpanned. “She grabbed her frying pan and chased me off her wagon.”

“So you had to sleep outside?” Vigilance said empathically while his partner burst out laughing. He was sitting on the other end of the table from Mercy, facing the giggling pegasus. He reached out and placed his hoof on Loneling’s leg. “That’s rough buddy.”

“I had been sleeping under the stars for a few days at that point. At least she threw me a pillow and a blanket.” Loneling stared at the brown hoof curiously, before his eyes flicked to the one-way mirror turned window. “Are you alright miss Sparkle?”

“*Mfff*” The alicorn replied, her face still pressed against the opposing wall. She had balls of crumpled parchment stuffed in her ears, but it had not helped her escape the traumatizing tale.

“She got like that when you got to the latex suit.” Sweet Mercy chuckled, wiping tears from her eyes. “Good thing too, don’t want her to see under the table.”

“Uh?” Vigilance’s head jerked back. Curious he leaned right, taking a peak under the steel surface. He quickly wished he hadn’t. He slowly sat back upright, his face tomato red.

“PfffAHAHAHA” Sweet Mercy exploded in a fit of hilarity, her forehooves banging on the table, her hind hooves very busy. “Haven’t seen you blush like that since the first months we were assigned as partners! You were such a prude lil’ boy back then! Now look at you! AHAHAHA”

“I got used to you… Eventually.” Vigilance cringed, hearing the wet sounds coming from under the table now that he knew what had been going on down there. He shot a wary look at Loneling’s impassive expression.

“What?" The changeling said calmly. "I told her to stay away from my pheromones.”

“The princess said no funny business…” Vigilance grumbled.

“I’m not doing anything.” Loneling replied innocently.

“Going back to being a security officer at the hospital doesn’t seem so bad right now…” Vigilance muttered. His eyebrows rose when the changeling cleared his throat, shooting the mare a significant glance. Mercy perked up, smiling wide.

“Ops!” Sweet Mercy exclaimed “Dropped something.” She then dove under the table.

“You best find it then.” Loneling said impassively as the sounds of wet slurping and swallowing assaulted Vigilance’s ears. “Don’t want to make a mess.”

“Why are ponies in this town all crazy…” Vigilance whined, trying to ignore the moans from under the table.

“Agreed…” Twilight said, turning at the worst of times. She looked at the scene under the table with a bored expression, before turning to the observation room exit. “Okay I’m out. Done. So done.” She trotted out of the room with a calm demeanor, closing the door gently. Vigilance and Loneling exchanged a confused glance, the gulping sound getting louder and louder.

Twilight cantered out of the police station with a serene expression, heading for her castle in the distance. She would get home, give Spike a hug, go into her bathroom and take a two hour long shower, trying to forget everything she had just heard. Especially the part about Trixie being a dominatrix. That was just too horrible to contemplate. Yes horrible. And not arousing at all. She wasn’t thinking about Trixie tying her up on a gurney, what are you talking about. And if she ever tried to find the blue magician after today it would be just to make sure she was okay. Yes. She could do that right now actually, she was so worried.

Princess Twilight launched into the sky, flying away from Ponyville, something that was definitely not arousal running down her leg, no sir. The ponies on the ground waved to her, wondering why she was leaving a rainbow trail in her wake, but they enjoyed the sight nonetheless. All was well in Ponyville and, for once, everyone enjoyed the day. One particular changeling more than most.