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[14:53] [Rune] Wil X HP = OTP

[14:53] [Feurisson] Who is HP?

[14:54] [Changeling_Wil] Rune: DAMN YOU SIRE

[14:54] [Changeling_Wil] NO E

[14:54]  * Changeling_Wil chases E

[14:54] [@Wlah] [Rune] Wil X HP = OTP

[14:54]  * Charlemagne adopts E

[14:54] [@Wlah] doesn't "sire" imply Rune is your master?

[14:54] [Rune] oh god wlah don't imply that

[14:54] [Changeling_Wil] Once again

[14:54] [Changeling_Wil] Damn E

[14:55] [Changeling_Wil] Damn the swine

[14:56] [@Wlah] Wil X HP x LittlePip OTP?

[14:56] [deathtap] "[14:54] [@Wlah] doesn't "sire" imply Rune is your master?" - There will now be a Rune x Changeling_Wil clop

[14:56] [Changeling_Wil] ....

[14:56] [Rune] ...

[14:56] [@Wlah] bwahahahaha¨

The changeling awoke in a glass chamber. Above him there were tiny holes, and a vague outline of a door on the one of the walls, a tiny slot at the very bottom. Prison. He was in prison. Trapped!

"Well, well, well. You're finally awake you changeling scum. I see that you've survived Applejack's attack."

"W-w-where am I?" Wil asked.

"In a holding cell especially designed for creatures like you." The pony marched around the glass walls glaring at the changeling in the middle, "It's going to be your new home for a while."

Suddenly Wil felt sick and nauseated as fifty angry drunk ponies walked in an started sleeping on the floor next to the glass. They were filled with anger, sadness and hatred. They were not Wil's favorite flavors. In fact it tasted like fecal matter, only worse. It tasted like fecal matter that was boiled in a bowl of sewage water, then fried in pig urine before being broiled with decomposing potatoes with a generous helping of manure.

In other words: Wil no likey.

He wanted to vomit, but changelings had no digestive tract. They had no stomach, yet he used to be a pony so that feeling of retching still came to him. So he coughed his lung up, and tried to evacuate the contents that weren't there. Wil was dying. Wil couldn't breathe. Wil... turned into a huge jug of booze.

In that moment the love he felt drew life back into him. The drunks all touched the glass prison, rubbing it with their hooves, drooling along it. Some had even began to masturbate because they beheld just a beautiful site, their pony penises pressed up against the glass like okra in a serving bowl.

"Enough! Everypony leave! Now!" the jailer shouted. When nopony moved, he turned on the sprinkler system, and all the ponies fled. Filthy homeless ponies hated being clean and fled quicker than a Pinkie lookalike at a Carmine convention.

"I see you're going to play rough, eh? Well, do you know who I am?"

Wil shook his head.

"I am Rune. I am from the island paradise of Fillypines. I was called here because of my expertise in ancient runic magic, and that is why you're behind this jail. You see, you can change into anypony you want, and this prison makes sure that you don't change into anypony here. You're trapped and from here on, you're mine."

"Oh yeah?" Wil challenged and charged the nearest wall. As he drew closer he felt his body change and suddenly he was a light grey pony with a slightly darker gray mane. He gasped at his reflection. He was Tap! But... how did he change? As far as he knew, nopony in Ponyville loved Tap.

"Oh, you like that? Yes, you see, I know what makes you changelings change. What makes you turn into those... lies that you permeate! I know, Rune walked around the jail until he was face to face with Rune, "everything about you and creatures like you."

He stepped up onto a step and pushed his way through the door and into the jail.

"You... you hate me! You despise me. I can taste your hatred. It is worse than those homeless drunkards! This is... poisonous..." Wil gasped, trying to breathe, "G-g-g-get away from me..."

"Yes, I hate you. Your kind has been the bane of my existence for years!" Rune drew closer to the cowering changeling.

Wil started to walk backwards away from the rage-filled Rune, skittering on his hooves till he felt himself lean against the far side of the glass prison. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. A white hue with a red mane and a red patch just belong his chin on his throat, a black circle as a cutie mark. Void Chicken.

"I know why the others hate me the way they do, but why is your hate so much... more! I haven't harmed you in any way! I need love to live! I don't hurt anypony!" Wil pleaded as the red unicorn makes his way towards him; his slow lumbering steps making Wil wince each time they drew closer to him.

A smile spread across Rune's face, "You know, after months of research at the Canterlot Academy of magic, I have made substantial leaps in the field of changeling magi-biology. For instance, I know what triggers your morphing abilities," Rune said, now standing directly over the the weakened Wil, "It's scent. But not just any scent, it's the scent of love. You are able to naturally change your body to induce the strongest of those scents."

Wil shuddered. Rune smelled like a combination of decaying flesh mixed in with rotting eggs in a garbage heap in the middle of a desert. It was like breathing in a diarrhea coated diaper with its contents streaming down your nostrils as you inhaled. That was how bad it was. It weakened him to the point where he just wanted to turn over and die.

"Please..." Wil begged, "I didn't mean to hurt anypony..."

"That's just not good enough. There are a lot of mares who are very angry at you."

At the mention of the word 'mares', Wil saw a glimmer of hope. Somewhere, somehow, he had caught a whiff. He could not have missed it, it was like getting a breathe of fresh air in a blocked sewage. A ray of light in a thick, odorous blanket of darkness. Wil needed that break. That breath of fresh air. With all the strength he had left, he closed his eyes and willed himself to change.

The effect was instantaneous. Wil had never felt such raw love in his short existence as a changeling. It hit him like a ton bricks in near-orgasmic bliss, and when he looked at his reflection he saw a dark blue mare with an orange and yellow mane. Anypony in Equestria knew that mare.

"Spitfire?" Wil asked turning to Rune, "You're in love with Spitfire?"

"No," Rune replied truthfully, "they just look the same. Spitfire's a pegasus, my true love was an earth pony, and I did love her. I had thought I had shoved those feelings deep in my heart, but it seems even now she returns to haunt me."

Wil watched as Rune walked closer to him... her... and touched his... her cheek.

"My love... you are still as beautiful as I remember..."

The wall of genuine love and lust that Wil felt from Rune made him swoon. He had never felt anything like this before. Nothing this strong. It was incredible, and Wil found it hard to think straight, his newly created vagina moistening at the rawness of Rune's feelings.

"W-w-what happened to her?" Wil asked, barely able to speak, his... her tongue hanging out of his mouth as he began to succumb to his... her natural instincts.

"The love of my life... died," Rune said, the suddenness of the words crushed the overwhelming feelings of passion he had hand a millisecond ago. "Died a long time ago."

Rune eyes narrowed and again a blast of hatred pinned Wil to the ground, the scent was indescribable. There were no more words or analogies one could make to justify the portrayal of the scent Wil was inhaling through his special love senses that changelings possessed.

With all his might, Wil forced himself to change into the mare again. In his desperation he did the only thing he could do at that moment. He leaned in a kissed Rune, tears flowing from his eyes, "Please... stop... I beg you... don't hate me."

"You do not get to use that voice!" Rune shouted, forcing the changeling back with his magic, "You abomination!"

Wil was desperate, "Please... d-d-d-don't hate me. I just want to be loved. I don't want to be hated..."

Rune narrowed his eyes, "Then prove it."

"How?"

"Take this pill." Rune used his magic to levitate a small blue pill and threw it at the changelings hooves, "Take it, and then I may listen to your plea."

Without a hint of hesitation, Will scooped up the pill in his hooves, and popped it into his mouth and swallowed. The effect was instant. In that moment he literally fell head over heels in love with Rune. He could feel his stomach filling up with the same raw feelings of love from before. Rune's love for her.

Only for her.

Rune pushed her against the glass wall, meeting her lips with his. Wil's vagina exploded with her juices as she let out a moan. The love. The sweet, sweet love! And lust. So much lust. She wanted that lust. She wanted all of it deep, deep, deep inside her newly created loins. Her virginal pussy.

Wil wanted Rune so bad, but he was too content in merely holding her there. No, not now. Not with so much love. Wil needed to drink it in. To taste it herself, with her own mouth... her newly formed mouth.

"Runey... please..."

Another wall of love hit her like a wall. The name. Runey. Something that he used to be called by 'her', his long dead lover. Wil understood how much that name meant to him, and she treasured it.

Unable to contain herself, she pushed Rune back and dropped to her knees and licked his stallionhood with her newly formed tongue. The taste of Rune's raw flavors were intoxicating, and Wil's face flushed as she felt the lustful desires of rune flood over her. He wanted her now. It didn't matter if he knew what she really was, all he wanted to do was bend her over and fuck the living daylights out of her.

And Wil wanted it so, so bad. She turned around and waved her tightly formed kitty-box in the air, and Rune pressed his muzzle upon it and gave it an almighty whiff. She squealed in bliss as the feelings of his nostrils flaring tickled her grundle, and she spread herself wider to accommodate him.

"Runey... please..." Wil moaned, her voice dripping with expectation, "plug my tight pussy with your Fillypino cock..."

"Beg."

"Please... my stallion... master... sire..."

Rune's erection hardened even more.

"Oh yes, sire, fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Rune did not need to be told twice, and plug her up he did! All the way in. They both grunted and moaned as Rune pumped his cock inside Wil's virgin slit, the pain of her hymen being penetrated quickly subsided from the feeling of passion that was slowly finding its way up her loins.

"Oh fuck!" Rune announced, "I'm cumming!"

And Wil pulled the walls of her warm, moist cave tighter around her new love, milking that man-meat for every drop he had.

The both collapsed on the floor, cum dripping out of Wil, and out of Rune's penis as they lay on the floor together.

"I... I love you, sire," Wil whispered, and was surprised by how sincere her words were.

Rune leaned in and kissed her check, "Me too, Willy. Me too."

"Wilhelmina!" Rune called up the stairs.

"Coming, sire!" Wil replied, "Just give me another moment!"

"We're going to be late!" Rune shouted, "You know how the others are!"

Wil trotted down the stairs and showed off her dress, "Well? What do you think, sire?"

Rune nodded in approval, "Not bad. I like it. It makes you look hot."

"Oh stop," Wil waved a hoof, but her blushing face and her giggled betrayed her attempt at modesty.

Turning to go, a bottle dropped to the ground and rolled over the floor in front of Wil. She bent down and picked it up, "What's this?"

"My cologne. You like it?"

"Like it? I love it. It makes you smell... so... good..." Wil purred, pulling Rune closer to her. She had a sudden urge to pin the stallion down right at that moment and having her way with him.

A gentle laugh and a kiss on her cheek snapped her out of her hunger for love, "Later, I promise. I'll fuck you till you're sore and raw."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart, and hope to fly, baby. Now, let's go before the gang thinks we're ditching them again for another night or rutting."

"We do not rut that often, do we?"

Rune put his hoof against Wil's pussy making her scream in surprise. She had jumped in the air and did a 180 degree turn to face her lover, who was licking a very wet hoof, "With you always this wet, how can I not keep rutting you?"

"Stop..." Wil whispered, but she couldn't resist and started shaking her tail from side to side, she was trying to masturbate with her tail.

"This is all your fault," Rune leaned in and kissed her lips, "Your fault for making me want to fuck your pussy all the time, you little fuck-slut."

"Oh yes," Wil moaned, "I'm your fuck-slut. Fuck your little slut, sire. Fuck her good..."

Rune mounted her from behind and hit his mark with expert precision. Even Olympic shooters and archerers would have marveled at the accuracy of Rune's insertion of his arrow into Wil's bulls-eye -- or in this case 'pony-vagina'. Right town to his balls, Rune rammed it in like Grond on the doors of Minas Tirith, city of Gondor.

"C... cum... cum in me... now... now, now, now, now..." Wil shouted, pushing back on his stallion-meat.

They both gasped as they both climaxed at the same time, Rune pushing every drop of semen into Wil and she pulling every drop from him. They remained were they were for a moment, each one shuddering at the quickie they had just had. They remained in that state for a few minutes more before Rune pulled his cock out of her and stood up.

"We reek of sex!" Wil complained, "We can't go out like this, sire..."

"Why not?" Runes asked, "On the way back, we can rut in the woods."

"You do know how to treat a lady," Wil replied coyly. She licked Rune's face and they both exited their home and headed along the path towards their friends house for a late night dinner.

The fucked again in he bushes a few minutes later.

"Mr. Rune?" The doctor asked the red unicorn sitting outside the emergency room, his hooves were tapping nervously on the tiled floor.

Rune had always hated hospitals.

"Mr. Rune."

"Er, yes! That's me."

"Please come with me, right this way." The doctor led Rune down a corridor and into a room where Wil was lying on a table, her legs hanging over the edge of it.

With a bright smile, and a flushed face, Wil smiled at Rune making his heart swoon. He hated how she managed to do that to him every time. He hated how much he loved her. He hated it because he knew deep down inside the mare in front of him wasn't the same mare he had fallen in love with all those years ago. This was a changeling! But yet, he couldn't help himself.

"Mr. Rune. I just want to congratulate you. The symptoms and everything your wife-"

"Marefriend, doctor." Wil cut in, "We're not married."

"... marefriend have described to us are evidence of one thing. We've also run some tests and have come to the same conclusion."

"Which is?"

"I'm pregnant, sire!" Wil shouted, a huge smile on her face.

Rune fell off his seat, "What?"

"Sire?" The doctor asked.

"It's a pet-name," Wil replied on behalf of her lover, who was still in shock.

The doctor recovered quickly, "That's right, sir. You're going to be the father of a healthy filly. Congratulations!" he patted Rune on his back

Rune's eyes fell on Wil laying there, her red and yellow mane seemed to be brighter now, and her face...

Wil squealed in surprise when Rune pinned her to the ground as soon as the door to their house closed behind him.

"Careful, sire. You'll hurt the baby."

"I've never rutted a pregnant mare before," Rune admitted, stroking Wil's pussy-lips with the tip of his hoof, "I think I'll enjoy fucking your pussy."

"No. You can't! You'll hurt the baby!" Wil replied, pushing him back gently, "How about we try something... else?"

"Oh? Like what?"

Wil leaned forward and raised her ass into the air, and moved her tail upwards and too the side, "My plot."

Rune nearly came on the floor at that moment. He knelt behind Wil and began to lick her puckered hole with his tongue, moving it down to savor the flavor of her dripping wet sex. The moan that escaped from her lips was too much for Rune and he pulled himself up and rubbed his cock against her anus.

"Gently, sire, we've got no lube," Wil reminded Rune looking back at him with those magnificent green eyes. Those eyes that adored him, that wanted him... that loved him.

He pushed his way into her rectum right up to his scrotum and their love-making was short and sweet as he pulled his cock out and fired its contents all over her flank and tail.

"Nooo! I wanted it inside me!"

Rune leaned forwards and gave his pregnant slut a kiss on her cheek, "You think that's all I've got? You've got another thing coming, baby. I'll come in you plothole later, my little slut."

And, true to his word, he did.

"Push! Push harder, Wilhelmina!" the doctor shouted, "Push!"

"I am pushing!" Wil shouted back furiously, "You think it's fucking easy to push a foal out of your vagina! You try it some time you fucking shit-fuck!"

"Wil, rela-" Rune began.

"Fuck you! You did this to me! You bastard! I hope you rot in Tartaru-ah! Ah!" Wil screamed as the pain reached new heights as the foal started to exit her uterus.

The sound of the child crying made their heart swoon. The doctor cut the chord and placed the newborn in her mother's arms. The little foal filly was still crying as Rune and Wil looked down upon her.

"What do we call her?" Rune asked.

Wil smiled, "Morpheme. My little Morpheme..."

"You fucker!" Wil screamed in rage, chucking the bottle of solution at Rune, "So this was how you kept me your prisoner all this time? How you made me your love slave?"

"Calm down! The only reason why you're acting like this is because you've gotten used to it!" Rune shouted back, "Think about your daughter!"

At the mention of Morpheme, Wil froze. She gritted her teeth and lobbed another bottle of the 'cologne' at Rune's head, "Don't you dare bring her into this! Our entire relationship is a lie! You've been using me for nothing more that to satisfy your dream of starting a family with that dead mare! Well, Rune, I'm not her! I'm not even a fucking pony!"

"Then what? You'll leave us?" Rune shouted back, "Do we really mean that little to you?"

Wilhelmina's eyes filled with tears, "I can't! Every passing moment, I remember how for all this time you've done nothing but control how I felt with this... this..." she picked up another bottle and slammed it on the floor, "shit! I don't want to go, Rune I don't want to leave you, but if you don't find a way to make me love you again, I will. I can't love the way you do. Now anymore. All this time it was your love for me that sustained me. If you share that love with our daughter... we can't be together anymore."

"Do you want me to choose between you and our daughter?"

"No," Wil said, smiling gently at Rune, "That's not an option. I will always love our child, Rune. But I can't love you."

"Then... this is goodbye?"

Wil didn't say anything and closed the distance between them, planting a kiss on his lips.

They shared their tears knowing full well that soon their love would be nothing more than a distant memory. Their life together a thing of the past. Rune now had another person to love, and Wil couldn't share that love. He loved Rune, for now. He loved Morphene, for now. Bit all that would change when those hormones in that cologne wore off. Wil knew that once he was free, he would feel nothing for his new family. He would have no regret.

And for the first time since his transformation, he hated being a changeling.

But he also loved it, because if it weren't for that, he would have never have met Rune, nor lived with him, nor have had a child. It was all because he was a changeling that he got to feel all this. And she wouldn't have changed it for the world.

Standing over the little crib, Wil looked down at the little purple-blue ball of fluff. Morpheme, the name was perfect for her.

Wil bent down and kissed her... his daughter's forehead, and brushed her flowing lavender mane back to reveal her tiny horn on her forehead. She would grow up to be a great mare, Wil knew.

Taking care not to make any noise, she... he opened the front door to their home and slipped out into the foggy, cold morning air, the door closing gently behind him.

Rune blinked the tears away from his eyes, and gave a soft smile, "Goodbye, Wil. I love you."