A Certain Type Of Harvest

The amount of harvestable love in the populated parts of Equestria was incredible, to put it simply. I had travelled for the past week, barely scraping by; I was so thin now and my ribs—yes, changelings have bones—were horrifyingly obvious.

I was lucky to be alive still, though, as I kept reminding myself; though it had been but a meager appetiser, far from a decent meal, the love I had obtained from a coyote family had been just enough to keep me moving. Normally, such a relationship would never have yielded so much strength for me; if I hadn't killed one of the pups—by accident—the mother would never have given off so much love for her remaining offspring.

It was a tough world. "Survival of the fittest", as the ponies would say.

But in this case, that wasn't necessarily the truth. As I landed on the outskirts of a small village—the sign read Ponyville—I let my magic overcome my body and shifted into the frame of a filly on the brink of adulthood. My chitin sprouted in dark black fur as my mane and tail grew longer, a deep and bold red. I made sure to allow for a little more fluff around my chest; that always got the stallions.

Because I was a changeling on a mission. A mission to feed—and there was one obvious way to get the love I so needed quickly.

Ponies were peculiar creatures. In my time I had heard, more than once, the complaint that lust and love were two completely seperate things; that was, of course, completely untrue. To put it plainly, lust was merely a primal form of love, harvested in its raw and most basic form. For love was a complex feedstuff; it requires careful preparation, the likes of which most normal changelings—such as myself, for the time being—rarely could accomplish. It was why few changelings went out on their own, without a queen to feed them. But lust... Lust was so primal that it could be consumed as it was; in other words, it was the perfect source of strength when I had no time to waste.

I glanced in a puddle of water at my reflection—damn, I looked hot, even as a pony—and then began to approach the village quickly. As I came into view, I then began to gallop and screamed at the top of my lungs as I sped towards the town hall.

Ponies were so sappy. The second they heard my cries they rushed to my side, fussing and checking me over to see if I was hurt. I kept quiet and let them fuss over me—what a delightful taste, even if I could not consume it as of yet—before I began to spin my tale.

It wasn't a lie, as such.

"A changeling!" I screeched, snorting a little. I managed to turn it into a sob. "A changeling attacked me and it... It..." I trailed off and fell to the floor, gasping for breath and stuttering. "I... I... It... I..."

The ponies around me gasped and for a moment, the love dissipated; a second later it returned, slightly stronger. But it didn't stay that way for long as a loud and confident voice—a mare's voice—broke the frantic whispers.

"What is going on here?" The crowd squeaked and parted, falling to their knees as the pony came through. She had a purple coat, mane and tail—pretty uninventive, if you asked me—and was taller than most, with a large pair of soft wings on her side and a long horn on head. She commanded an air of authority but her eyes seemed soft; it was then that I saw the crown which rested behind her horn.

Oh, Chrysalis. This was Twilight Sparkle—the Twilight Sparkle.

My eyes went wide and I curled up into a ball, whimpering as she came closer. The tales about her were legendary, though I had not taken part ten years ago in the Canterlot Invasion; she had, as far as I knew, banished Chrysalis herself single-hoofedly!

When she spoke, though, it wasn't with a voice which sent shudders down my spine; it was rather jovial, in fact. "Oh, pish posh! Stop it, you lot; I'm not upset, just curious. And you, you silly filly! Seriously, I'm not gonna hurt you, it's okay." The princess smiled as she lowered her hoof to my level and pulled me up to my hooves. "Now, what was wrong? I can't say I've seen you around here before."

My stutter wasn't so forced this time. "I... I was ch-chased by a changeling, Your H-Highness!" I blurted, still trembling. The princess only nodded sadly, however, and lifted me up in her magic.

"I understand, little one, but don't worry; changelings aren't all evil. But whatever the case, you're welcome to stay here in Ponyville until you feel better. We'll keep you safe." The mare grinned at me and rubbed my forelock a little; though I was puzzled about what she had meant—all ponies saw changelings as evil—I sighed and forced myself to blush, looking away. I let my eyes trail over the crowd, weighing each of them up—and then I saw one pony, a skewbald stallion about my supposed age. He was reasonably cute, in a pony-ish way, but he didn't hold my gaze; as I fluttered my eyes at him quickly, he looked away and blushed. His body had stiffened and I could see beads of sweat dampening his fur with my strong vision—changelings had excellent eyesight.

Bingo.

"Thank you, Your H-Highness," I said, standing slowly and trembling a little still. "I... I might just look around for a bit."

The princess nodded enthusiastically. "Certainly. Oh! And come check out my castle later; if you do, I'd love to show you something."

I nodded slowly and began to make my way through the crowd, trying to smile at every pony who met my gaze; the taste, oh, the taste! But that was nothing compared to what I would surely be tasting soon.

As I walked past the skewbald stallion, I made a show of tripping over my hooves. I fell with a faux shriek and landed against his side, knocking him to the floor with me. As we fell I was careful to let my hoof brush over his rearleg and grinned as his body stiffened underneath me again. When the floor met us, I then stole a glance at his groin and grinned at the curious little member which poked its head out of his sheath.

Oh, I could taste the lust already.

But I had an appearance to keep up, so I jumped off of him immediately and began to stutter a little again. "Oh, oh, oh! I'm so s-sorry, I..."

The stallion rose to his hooves at that minute and shook his head stiffly, looking delightfully uncomfortable. "No, no, it's okay," he said, notibly hiding his groin with a raised rear leg. "It was an accident."

"Oh, but... But I feel so bad!" I moaned, lowering my head a little. I paused for a minute and smiled at his blush and sweaty brow. I was kind of glad for his sake that the other ponies had mostly gone now. "Oh, Sweet Chr... uh, Creamcakes, you're so sweaty! No wonder, it's such a hot day!" I glanced up at the sky and beckoned at him, beginning to walk away. "C'mon, let's go to the park; I'll grab us an ice cream."

The stallion opened his mouth to protest but only succeeded in gawping as I waggled my tail. He then nodded slowly and murmured, "Uh, the park's the other way."

I put on a sheepish expression and trotted up to his side, brushing up against him a moment too long. "Oh, right. Well, lead the way!"

The park was boring, though I knew that it would be. I was so hungry that nothing mattered right now other than getting this stallion to rut me and feed me. But, despite my heart's desires—and my stomach's—I had to do this properly.

"So, Pipsqueak," I said, standing up and stretching a little so that my tail tickled under his nose. I then pulled it slightly out of the way to reveal my winking pussy and smiled as his breath brushed over me. "What do you want?"

The stallion drew back quickly, face burning, and choked a little before he spluttered, "W-what?" I laughed a little at his reaction and turned back around to face him, instead pushing my chest forwards slightly to let him assess my fluff.

"What ice cream do you want?" I repeated, enjoying his discomfort. I added a little giggle and fidgeted on the spot, then licking my lips and parting them slightly to reveal my shining, perfect white teeth. His breath caught in his throat and he looked away, mumbling something; I just smiled and turned around, whispering, "I'll just get vanilla then."

Oh, ponies. They were so easy to fool. As I trotted over to the ice-cream cart, its sickly music playing loudly, I darted off course and into the bushes. Letting my magic engulf me, I then pounced out as a lion, shaggy mane to boot. My roar was deafening, surely loud enough to be heard for miles—and to send anyone here running, too.

I was quick to transform back into my pony guise as I ran, screaming at the top of my lungs. I threw in the odd buck for good measure and then barrelled into Pipsqueak; he fell, laying on his back so that his exposed sheath pressed up against me. I made sure to rub against it as I clambered off of him.

"Oh my... There's a lion! A lion!"

The stallion sat still for a moment, twitching a little, before he managed to bite out in a reasonably controlled voice, "That's fine.  T-Twilight will sort it out. That lot a-always deals with vicious beasts..."

Drat.

"I... I wouldn't know! I mean, it's a lion and lions eat ponies and it's a bucking lion!" I heaved deeply and then paused for just a moment before zipping behind the stallion, cowering at his flank. My ears flicked across his sheath and made him shudder.

Pipsqueak took a stiff step away from me and said, in a pained voice, "If you're that worried, I... D'you wanna come to my place?"

I nodded quickly and rose to my hooves, dancing on the spot and yelping when he brushed against me. The stallion only rolled his eyes but made no complaint; I, however, was in my element. Ihad him in my grasp now.

Pipsqueak's house was nice, certainly, and was fairly clean for a single stallion's home. However, it was a slight walk from ponyville and my mind was going frantic with excitement; the second we got inside I almost pinned him to the ground and took him right then.

But there was no need. I could taste his lust already, especially when I forced myself into the porch alongside him so that our bodies rubbed together. Oh, he was putty in my hooves.

"Charcoal," he began, watching me cautiously as he called my 'name'. He took a slow step closer when I made no adverse actions. "I... I really need you."

Oh, here we go. "Huh?"

"I need you, Charcoal," the stallion repeated, stepping closer. "You've been teasing me all day and I... I can't wait any longer."

I took a step backwards and puffed out my chest, watching his eyes trail to my fluff. I let it grow just a little longer before his eyes—not so much to arouse suspicion—and beamed at his sharp intake of breath. "And what if I say no?" I whispered under my breath, my voice now silky. The stallion shuddered and stepped closer; I could see both the nerves and the adrenaline shining in his eyes.

"Then I'll... I'll just have to make you want me," he murmured, then breathing in my ear. Even though I was only in it for the food I shuddered.

"Good thing I'm willing, then," I replied, walking to his side and swishing my tail across his muzzle. I then bent down slowly and raised my rump high, letting him smell my arousal as I breathed across his sheath and beamed as his member poked its head a little further out; before it hid away I went in, wrapping my tongue around the head and massaging it slowly. He gasped as I did so and his cock slipped further from his sheath, throbbing as it flopped against my muzzle. I accepted the challenge readily.

His cock was bitter as I wrapped my plush lips around its base, but the taste of his lust was heavenly. I could hardly control my hunger; I trembled as I licked and caressed his length with my tongue. But I kept my nerve and forced myself to keep up my guise as I pushed my head up, taking the throbbing cock in my stride. As I felt the head hit the back of my throat, however, I gasped a little just as Pipsqueak grunted and stiffened, his legs splaying as he began to pant.

The stallion was so large, something I realised as I drew back and then began to bob my head. I took as much of his length in my mouth as I could and fought not to reveal my nature as the lust became unbearably sweet; I gasped as Pipsqueak jerked his hips forwards involuntarily and smashed his cock into my throat, pushing it in deeper than I could manage on my own.

Gasping for breath, I drew back and grinned as I watched his cock twitch in the cool air of his home. He groaned and tried to thrust forwards, tried to find my mouth, but I needed more of that. My heart pounded in my chest and my vision blurred as I moaned, feeling my own need rising. I then rose to my hooves and leapt in front of Pipsqueak, all but pressing my pussy into his muzzle. I didn't need to see his reaction to know how wet I was, how alluring I was; I could feel it myself.

"Well?" I asked, moving my tail higher over my back to reveal the pert lips of my pussy, nestled between perfectly rounded cheeks of my ass. I pushed myself backwards so that his muzzle touched my dampness; as a wave of pleasure coursed through me, I knew I had him under my spell.

"Don't have to tell me twice," he growled in my ear as he took a step closer. My own breath caught in my throat as his length brushed against my groin; I stepped backwards slightly to give him better access.

I whimpered in readiness as Pipsqueak's strong hooves wrapped themselves around my slender frame and pulled me closer towards him; I could do nought but shudder and fidget as I felt his cock resting just on my folds, hesitating. For all his bravado, I could smell his nerves—and so I thrust my body backwards to save him the task.

Oh, Chrysalis! I bit back a cry as his cock plunged deep inside of me, thick and hard and throbbing. It hurt,it hurt so much—but it felt miraculously good as well. Either way, I could hardly stand as he then began to push forwards more, slowly and teasingly as I stretched to accommodate his girth. It wasn't long before he bottomed out, however, and I squeaked as more pain raced through my body.

"Woah, woah. No more," I pleaded, stepping forwards slightly so as to relieve the pressure. I then stayed still, adjusting, before I slowly began to rock my hips. Pipsqueak's shaft was buried deeper and deeper into my warm folds before he then began to move with me.

He drew out slowly, so slowly, and I moaned in mourning for the lost pressure. The stallion was quick to put me at ease, though; after a moment's hesitation he slid back in, grunting and groaning as his cock slipped through my eager, warm flesh. I could feel every little movement that he made inside of me; the way his cock throbbed and pulsated and twitched as he drew out again, only to thrust back in faster.

My legs trembled threateningly now but I kept standing, moaning with each thrust the stallion made. My clit burned with pleasure, every rub of Pipsqueak's thick medial ring sending spams through my body. And then, as it popped inside my body as he gave a particularly hard thrust, I screamed and felt myself clench down on his shaft; the relief was immense as my juices sprayed his fur and I gasped for breath, my chest heaving. My forelegs gave in and I was completely at Pipsqueak's mercy now—but he wasn't quite done yet.

The stallion grunted above me as he thruster deeper, popping his medial ring in and out of my pussy and drawing yet more agonised screams from me. And then, as his angle changed slightly and his cock bumped against my walls, I gave one more cry and came again; as my flesh pulsated around Pipsqueak's shaft he grunted loudly too and stiffened, his cock throbbing incredulously before his flare bulged and, in a moment of pure pleasure, his hot seed burst from his tip. I moaned as it spurted inside of me and warmed my insides, so intense that I could no longer stand; I collapsed to the ground and Pipsqueak fell with me so that we lay on the floor, his cock still nestled deeply inside my folds and twitching uncontrollably.

As he finally finished his release, I shifted slowly and rose off of his cock, standing up on wobbly legs. His shaft was soaked, as was my fur from the cum which dribbled down from my pussy, a thick string of arousal which stuck on my legs. But Pipsqueak was not awake to see it; he now slept soundly on the floor, snoring loudly, his cum-soaked shaft retreating into its sheath.

I licked my lips and shook the goo from my legs, wincing slightly as even that action sent waves of pleasure through my body. With one final glance at the stallion and a quick rub of my bloated, well-fed stomach, I then turned tail, shifted into the body of a wasp and buzzed out of the house.

I had other ponies to pleasure.