-Part Of The Hive-
~Chapter One~
It had been a fair few years since the last attack on Canterlot, a new princess had been brought to power, and the Crystal Kingdom had risen from the murky depths of despair brought on by the terrifying King Sombra.
Ponyville was peaceful, for a while, until reports of ponies going missing during the night had been brought to attention. There was an element of tension among the residents, as all the kidnappings had been random, with no particular cause or purpose.
In their panicked state, all manners of folk lore and fairy tales had been created, speaking of the monsters who lurked during the night, ready to snatch anyone who was unlucky enough to be outside during the dark hours of midnight.
At first we assumed it was Nightmare Moon punishing those who dared to ignore her 12 hours of darkness, even after her reformation. One tale led to another, and soon pretty much everyone was a suspect. And for good reason too.
-1:00am Monday-
It was the usual daily routine, I’d get up, wash myself down and make myself somewhat presentable for the day ahead. My crimson and dark gray mane became somewhat of a signature style. Although I had never bothered with brushing it, I never saw the point if it’d just return to the same shaggy state as I started the day with.
There was a rainbow haired mare who shared the same look, but she never stuck around for a friendly conversation, always training or practicing one of her new stunts. If it was a sudden bump in the night you can bet it was her.
Anyway, I made my way downstairs to greet my mother, a yellow and pink mare by the name of Lux, who took way more pride in her appearance, even during the early hours of the morning. She’d make me the same old breakfast (hay sandwich with a side of apple juice, my favorite), she always knew exactly how I wanted it. I guess that’s how mothers work I guess.
Today was a special day, it was my 21st birthday. The royal sisters are said to have lived for at least 1000 years, but I never looked to much into history, I was always looking to the future, finding new ways to immerse myself in engineering and the like.
The tradition in the herd was to drink apple cider with a meal with the family on days like these, but I had something else planned, something my mother would most definitely not approve of.
I didn’t have a mare-friend, so I had to entertain myself in other ways, the town had a hall that come night time, would become the center of attention for party goers and anypony else that was just looking for a fun time.
I cast a manipulation spell on the door handle, being careful not to tear it off, and happily trotted outside, not forgetting the bag of bits I had earned doing odd jobs for the ponies around the village, I had a few more tasks set out before the day was over, so that bag of bits was yet to grow.
Author's Note
(This fic is written from the perspective of Tenebra, it is to serve as the introduction for my new character, as I do enjoy writing long pieces of text without interruption, so enjoy. ^^)
-Part Of The Hive-
~Chapter Two~
I set my tools aside and made my way to the Town Hall that was already bustling with life, you could hear the music thumping against the frail clay walls, and rustling the hay that made up the roof.
Upon reaching the door, there were two, very burly stallions guarding it, and an very long waiting line before them, consisting of many pastel colored stallions and their mare-friends, idly making conversation to make the time waiting that bit less boring.
It was a full half an hour wait to get to the doors, I could hardly wait!
I presented my identification card with the biggest grin on my muzzle I could muster, the two stallions simply shifted to the side just enough to let me pass between them, and I promptly followed through by trotting inside.
From what I could see, I could only describe it as the most hectic place in Equestria. Front and center was a huge stage, with ultra bright lights and blaring music. A white DJ with her hair dyed in various shades of blue was constantly switching between her decks, making all sorts of adjustments to the knobs and sliders that littered them.
Beside that was the bar, it was mostly a very chilled out place, the bartender was known for her manners and the ability to make small talk with anyone, always wearing a friendly smile.
Opposite that was where all of the sturdy crates and containers that were used to transit the various equipment and liquids from here to Canterlot, various ponies that had gotten bored of the main event had settled their flanks on top of them, before being asked to leave by the internal guards watching the entire complex.
I planted myself down beside the bar and ordered a single apple cider, dropping two golden bits onto the counter, which were swiftly deposited in the safe box below where the wooden pint mugs were stored. It was quickly downed in one go, burning on the way down my throat and leaving a rather strong apple after-taste.
I simply left the empty mug on the counter and made my way towards the stage, being pushed from pillar to post until I had finally reached the front of the crowd. Several songs were played back to back, most of them being weird twisted versions of noises, that also had a fairly good drum beat to them, wrapping the whole monstrosity of the tune into something you could easily enjoy listening to.
I had no way to know what the current time of day it was, by the time I had left the hall the sun had began peeking over the horizon, replacing the moon that had come before it, almost as hypnotic as ever.
However, while I was busy admiring the royal sisters' work, I had felt a sharp pain in the base of my skull, traveling up to the tip of my horn.
Before I had the chance to react I was already out cold, the brightness of the sun quickly being replaced with the cold and empty darkness of unconsciousness.
-??:??pm Monday-
I had woken up in some kind of prison cell. It wasn’t any regular run-of-the-mill prison, the walls were covered in a rough, hard chitin, and my limbs were suspended above the ground by a green slimy substance, that seemed to harden the more I tried to wriggle out of it, yet retained enough tightness when not moving to restrain me.
I had no idea what time it was, there was no sunlight to indicate if it had turned morning, or if the darkness was a sign that it was still nearing the hours of midnight. There wasn’t any cracks in the wall to peek through, so I could only assume I was underground.
It was then that I had panicked, I was trapped Celestia knows how deep underground, in some dark, dirty and slimy cell, with no means of escape. It was only then I had tried to cast a teleportation spell, but only backfired, which left me with a very painful headache.
I could hear buzzing. It wasn’t from a small creature, but rather multiple wing beats, getting louder, matched with very light hoofbeats. I could only assume whatever monsters that were guarding this place had sensed my attempts to escape, and were now on their way to finish me off.
I was rather surprised when I saw a humanoid figure walk into the cell, it was too dark to make anything but a silhouette of a female figure. Suddenly a bright green light pierced the darkness, momentarily blinding me.
By the time my eyes had recovered the cell I was in had been illuminated with a soft green light, I could now see the figure in front of me in full detail. What had got me first was her sharp, green eyes, staring directly into my own, the crooked horn atop her head looked like it has been bitten, or had holes taken out of it, the same with her hooves. She was wearing a leather jacket (with what I assumed was nothing underneath) with a pair of insect wings jutting out from behind, and a pair of tight fitting jeans that hugged her form rather nicely.
I received a rather swift slap to the face from her right hand after she had noticed I was looking elsewhere. Leaving a rather large bruise on my muzzle, hidden beneath my gray fur. The initial shock had woke me up completely, bringing me out of my half conscious state, alarm bells ringing in my mind.
This, was a changeling.
Not just any changeling, mind you, but royalty, judging by the petite crown sitting ajar on her head. I tried to shout but found no voice, the grin on her face was the stuff of nightmares, revealing two rather sharp fangs, doubled for each jaw.
She made her move, fangs now barely scraping along the surface of my throat, eventually puncturing and leaving two rather small holes, blood trickling down my shoulder. I could feel something being pumped into my neck, whatever it was definitely was cold, although strangely, I had no will of my own, I could no longer protest against my Queen.
~Alternate Chapter Three~ [NSFW]
-??:??pm Monday-
I had woken up in some kind of prison cell. It wasn’t any regular run-of-the-mill prison, the walls were covered in a rough, hard chitin, and my limbs were suspended above the ground by a green slimy substance, that seemed to harden the more I tried to wriggle out of it, yet retained enough tightness when not moving to restrain me.
I had no idea what time it was, there was no sunlight to indicate if it had turned morning, or if the darkness was a sign that it was still nearing the hours of midnight. There wasn’t any cracks in the wall to peek through, so I could only assume I was underground.
It was then that I had panicked, I was trapped Celestia knows how deep underground, in some dark, dirty and slimy cell, with no means of escape. It was only then I had tried to cast a teleportation spell, but only backfired and left me with a very painful headache.
I could hear buzzing. It wasn’t small, but rather getting louder, matched with very light hoofbeats. I could only assume whatever monsters that were guarding this place had sensed my attempts to escape, and were now on their way to finish me off.
I was rather surpised when I saw a humanoid figure walk into the cell, it was too dark to make anything but a silhoutte of a female figure. Suddenly a bright green light pierced the darkness, momentarily blinding me.
By the time my eyes had recovered the cell I was in had been illuminated with a soft green light, I could now see the figure in front of me in full detail. What had got me first was her sharp, green eyes, staring directly into my own, the crooked horn atop her head looked like it has been bitten, or had holes taken out of it, the same with her hooves. She was wearing a leather jacket (with what I assumed was nothing underneath) with a pair of insectoid wings jutting out from behind, and a pair of tight fitting jeans that hugged her form rather nicely.
I received a rather swift slap to the face from her right hand after she had noticed I was looking elsewhere. Leaving a rather large bruise on my muzzle, hidden beneath my fur.
Before I knew it, she had her back towards my front, rubbing her behind against my crotch, teasing my sheath with every pass. It was only then I had figured she was a changeling, the stuff of legends.
From what I remember, they fed on love, which is what she’s probably feasting on right now.
The moment I tried to speak out, she had clamped my muzzle shut with some unknown force, not unlike my own magic, yet it stinged a little. I tried to move my hips the other way, but she had already got a grasp on my stallionhood, giving it a firm squeeze with her mouth, her fangs just barely scraping against the rough skin.
It was then I got the message that I was to obey, or face a loss of my rather sensitive equipment. The rubbing went on for a few minutes, before she began visibly tiring of it.
She then began to unzip the leather jacket containing her precious round orbs, the vivid green nipples sticking out against her pitch black carapace, and manouvered them around my twitching cock, then followed her tongue, dancing along the sensitive flare, before englulfing just the tip with her mouth.
It felt heavenly, unlike anything I had felt before from the previous mares I had been with. She began to use this position to her advantage, bobbing up and down in a rapidly changing pace, the moment I would try to gyrate my hips in her direction, she would stop, making me suffer before she continued her ministrations.
I tried to warn her ahead of time before I succumbed to the pleasure I was receiving, but every time it was as if she knew by instinct, and started the whole cycle again. My cock was starting to feel sore at this point, sensing this, she had removed herself and her jeans, revealing a green entrance, with a greener still equivalent of a clitoris.
She forcibly brought my muzzle down to her level, the slime now accommodating my current, humiliating position, and released her grip.
I chose not to shout for help, but rather to help myself to what was presented to me. If I didn’t she would have made me do it anyway with her lust-inducing venom, without remorse. My tongue slowly made its way to its target, giving her behind a generous lick with my rough equine tongue, forcing a rather feminine moan out of my capturer.
I began to explore her insides with my tongue, it was not unlike a mare’s behind, but magnitudes softer and sensitive, resulting in my tongue getting trapped in the muscles lining her vaginal canal due to the sheer pressure the muscles were applying.
After my muzzle had been coated in her juices, she had decided that it was enough, and bent over in front of me. The restraints holding me in place went slack, which I could have used to escape, but for some bizarre reason all logic had left me in favor of thoughts of plowing this changeling’s behind.
I took my assigned place above her, and lined myself up with her entrance, thrusting forward and missing my target a few times, only pressing against her clit, forcing some rather throaty moans out of her, before finally slipping inside.
It was due to her wetness that my entire length was just entirely consumed, bumping against her cervix, yet it felt different somehow. With what I assume was a command in my lust driven stupor, I thrust forward with more enthusiasm than I care to admit.
Eventually she would start gyrating her hips in time with my thrusts, just barely poking through into the pouch of flesh that was her womb. With one well timed thrust, the tip broke though into the fleshy chamber, spurt after spurt of warm, sticky cum coated what I found out later to be her eggs, thoroughly fertilizing them.
After the job was done, she had left me wanting more, getting dressed and leaving the cell for what must have been days. Every so often I would be fed nutrients in the form of a green liquid, it wasn’t quite as sticky as the restraints, and had the consistency of water. Little did I know this would also serve as a means to drive my libido crazy, to the point where I would be thrusting into nothingness during the rest of my stay.
-??:??am Thursday-
The female changeling had returned to the cell, not bothering to wear anything this time. She explained that I had previously fertilized her eggs, and that I had served her well, it was unfortunate that I was to be the one to incubate them.
She made this clear when what appeared to be an ovipositor slowly slid out from underneath her clit, not entirely hardened. She shoved the entire thing deep into my throat, having a field day with my head, essentially skullfucking me.
When she felt she was close, she would withdraw, and turn me around on the spot with little to no effort, there was no backing out when she thrust the entire alien rod into my waiting hole, making a rather lewd wet sound as my balls slapped against my own cock.
The process went on for a while, before an orange sized egg traveled down its length and directly into my womb, I could feel it bounce after hitting the bottom of the soft lining, making its home at the very bottom of my womb. Several more smaller eggs followed, sending waves of pleasure down the changeling’s spine, illustrated by her twitching wings, these were to serve as the nutrients for the embryo to consume and become stronger.
She finally pulled out, but then got underneath me. Before I realized what she was up to, the hole in her ovipositor had been lined up with the flared head of my cock, I obediently thrusted inside, only needing a few more thrusts to bring her to a final climax, fluids began rushing out of the ovipositor and pushed out my cock, spewed a sweet smelling green liquid onto the floor below.
We both must have laid there for minutes, before she got up and released me. She told me I could leave, but that she would always be watching, and if anything ever happened to her child, she would end me and have my flesh fed to her many guards, stallionhood and all.
I hesitantly agreed, before struggling to get back on my feet. Several guards had been summoned to my cell and grabbed my midsection carefully, carried me out of the hive and deposited me just outside of Ponyville, my complete lack of energy was to blame for me blacking out the second time, the grass serving as a cushion for my slightly distended stomach.
~End~
Author's Note
Tenebra is in fact of both sexes, and this isn't his first rodeo.
He originally started out as a character made for roleplaying with friends, and has gone through a lot of renditions until I was finally happy with him, and this isn't my first piece of clopfic either, this is just the first to be uploaded here.
This also serves as kind of an alternate ending, seeing as he doesn't get brainwashed into being part of the hivemind.
As per the rules, all characters are aged 18+.
