Author's Note

Changeling Mare's POV

An Episode and a Night Shared: 6

”Making Love sounds like a worth while idea to me; and if it by any chance would be supplementing me, I am certain our Queen wouldn’t deny us; even in our current situation and her present state!” I responded.

“I have never tried it before, but once the concept hit me; it sounds like a very interesting proposal, to me!” she responded.

“The reason behind it may be found in the nature of our very bodies, covered with the black chitin carapace as it was, how could you feel the physical touch and stimulation, in that case? With the much softer outer skin of rubber, I can at least imagine I would feel the touch, and be able to enjoy it!” I confirmed, nodding eagerly and vigorously.

“If you view the rubber as skin, as opposed to the exoskeleton we had before; it feels as if she opened up a door to an entirely new realm to us, where we are free and capable to enjoy our lives in entirely new ways we could never even imagine before! I doubt it changes anything; swapping the old black for a new pink. While I guess the Ponies could get a new view on who and what we are; when we are no longer these black bugs they saw in us before, much thanks to that incident in Canterlot!” she pondered.

“Since we agree on trying it out, we could as well commit to it and enjoy ourselves now!” I prompted eagerly, in an excited voice.

“There is no decree either way, so if it goes wrong; all we will suffer is the direct consequences of the pain from the mistake, while we will enjoy all the rewards now; before there is one!” she responded, lucking up in a more shy and seductive manner.

“How do we start? I can’t say that I have any experience!” I pondered.

She just stepped up to me and stretched her neck, pressing her muzzle up to mine in an experimental and impromptu kiss. It felt strange and unaccustomed, but something pushed me forwards and I responded in kind.

Once the surprise no longer was lingering over me, it dawned upon me that it is enjoyable to kiss. There is something to it; beyond the mere intimacy and closeness, something I couldn’t put a hoof to, at least not yet.

I feel the warmth of her smooth, moist lips; just as I imagine she enjoys the feel of mine. One thing leads to the next and images are flashing before me as my mind is playing tricks on me. Or, are they not mere tricks at all?

Does she feel the same warm and fuzzy feeling, and the same warmth I feel? Could I ask? I just did not want to interrupt and break the spell in the process. She is bound to feel the same way, or she wouldn’t continue and maintain the kiss.

From the intimate kiss, it apparently wasn’t more than a few steps to the bed where I found myself on top of her with my muzzle buried in her orchid. The only natural thing came the next instant as I lapped up the thick and juicy nectar. As I did, the realization dawned upon me, knowing full well that she was doing the same to me.

Should I have been shocked, as I feel her tongue slowly moving over the petals, eagerly teasing me in the process of lapping up the juices as they flow. Naturally, the juicier I get, the more eagerly she is lapping them up, and the more excited I grow.

As I lap up her nectar, I soon realize exactly what it is, even as I struggle believing what I have before me. I feel a fuzzy warmth as I go, while I absorb the love she is making. Is she feeling the same, or is she growing cold? No, that couldn’t be, or she would have grown rigid and dry.

Bit by bit, the warm and fuzzy feelings are taking over me. I can’t stop myself, as I drink my fill. Why should I? I can’t even grasp the concept as I feel the warm haze spreading outwards with every drop of the nectar flowing down my throat.

If you knew that love is a bit intoxicating on a Changeling, once she is close to having her fill, but we are rarely aware of this when we are reaching the point. In part, due to the fact that you rarely do have your fill in the first place. You merely have enough to still the conscious hunger. Now on the other hoof, I had basically reached that level even before I had started to feed. Before I even kissed the other Changeling before me.

Love doesn’t fill my stomach, like regular food would have, it saturates my body and sustain my very soul. I feel alive and content. Just that I had reached that level by default, while the rubber coating me contains me and my body in a curious and currently unexplained manner.

The longer I keep going, and the more I excite her, the thicker the juices grow as they flow ever more freely as I eat her. The thicker her nectar becomes, the stronger the urge grows within me. It grows harder and harder to resist it. Just as the fuzzy and warm feeling takes me over. Bit by bit, I lose myself in her as I keep going.

I feel my body grow warm as if I am a doll of solid rubber; while I am less than aware of it. Movements growing slower, while I keep caressing her rump and flanks with my fore hooves. I am steadying myself with my hind quarters around her chest.

Had it already gone an hour, or was it mere minutes or days? The time had simply slipped my mind and escaped me entirely. Exhausted I am panting heavily at this point, merely hearing her breath in tune with my very own as if we had truly been one single solid body.

As I wake up, the room is a fuzzy blur before me, while the mare I had been eating is comfortably beside me. For a moment; I don’t know who of us is by the wall, and who is not. Yet I find myself closer to the floor. Apparently we had moved apart unconsciously after we had concluded our love making. At least, the concept is holding itself together to me.

I am feeling stiff, as if the body had turned into rubber and cooled down to be fully solid after I had gathered myself by the side of the mare beside me.

As embarrassing as it may seem, we need to report the conclusion to our Queen, to Chrysalis. Crizzy needs to know, in order for her to wisely direct us all to what she thinks is best of her hive, and for us all. I am still a Changeling mare, no matter what.

“I am feeling hot. Do I have a fever, or is the room hot as a furnace?” she exclaimed in confused fervour, close to a panic.

“Thanks, I guess that would explain something. We need to find Crizzy, and fast!” I responded, with more urgency than I had intended.

“About the making of Love?” she inquired, looking affectionately at me as she spoke.