A Certain Type Of Harvest

Each step was pure, pleasurable agony. My rear ached every time I placed a hoof down; I winced with every few metres I limped. With all the pain, it was hard to keep up my disguise—especially with the lust which could be felt around my cum-filled body.

It was impossible to remain in my pony form indefinitely. I slunk behind a bush and hid in the evening shadows as I let the pony coat slip away. It was heavenly to feel the cool air on my chitin and I sighed in relief as I let my wings buzz. Oh, to move them again! And my horn... Even just the feeling of my magic was so incredible!

But I had other matters to deal with, naturally. For a start, if I was to survive in this world, I needed a hive; I could only rut ponies for lust so much before I keeled over. And right now, I had an overflowing source of  hard-earned lust to start my plans.

The first matter of business was finding a good spot to set up my hive. It couldn't be just anywhere; if ponies were to stumble across it, everything would be destroyed within minutes—especially the nursery, the most important part of any changeling colony. But equally, it would be foolish to locate the hive too far away from civilisation; if a drone had no love reserves they would be incapable of teleportation.

So where to go...

I let out a breath and dug my way beneath the bush with a hoof. I then slipped underneath and smiled as the increasingly great darkness of the night encased my body and hiding spot. But I could not do anything yet; though that vile Celestia had lowered her sun, a few ponies still lingered in the ponyville streets. And so, with one last check to see how busy it was, I curled up into a small ball and closed my heavy eyes.

When I awoke, it must have been midnight at the very earliest. Upon further inspection, it turned out that the only ponies around were the few who stumbled about in alcohol-induced stupors, looking even worse than they usually did; all those rainbow coloured coats and manes were so repulsive. All the more reason for me to be awake at night.

With a wince, my ass still sore, I scrambled out of the hole awkwardly and shook sharp spines from my chitin. I then glanced about once more—it was never an issue to be too careful in a this business—and took to the sky, buzzing slowly. My wings felt heavy and to move them was a feat; my stomach was so full from all the lust still that it took its toll on my athleticism. But that was better than the alternative, I reminded myself.

That was when I saw it; the Everfree Forest. It was fabled to be an incredibly dangerous place to live—but for a creature who could transform into a rock at will? Not so much.

I grinned and, with as much energy as I could, shot forwards. Whether the buzzing of my wings would have alerted anypony I was not sure, but it could quite easily be put down to a swarm of bees.

I landed on the outskirts of the forest a few minutes later, feeling my breath catch in my throat as I gazed upon the forest. It was an intimidating place to be sure, but I had to continue forwards. And so, with a stomp of my hoof and a quick glance about to be sure I was not followed, I stepped onto the little-worn path which headed into the depths.

It didn't take long, I was surprised to find, to make my way through the forest. It was dark and damp and dingy; ideal for a changeling hive. But finding the exact spot to begin building... That was more complex.

Or maybe not.

A deafening roar sounded just behind me, signalling that there was something I had missed. But I was far from upset or scared at the prospect of some wild beast attacking me; rather, I was excited. That roar was almost certainly belonging to a cragodile, which could mean only one thing; there was a swamp nearby. Where there was a swamp, there was a readily available source of water. But, more significantly, it was an almost foolproof hiding place!

Though I felt tired, I hastened to encase my body in armor and elongate my horn. I then let my wings grow larger and shivered as the cool feeling of metal formed on the tips. I then reared up and let my body grow, grinning as I saw my frame becoming bulkier.

The cragodile seemed hardly put out, however; it merely roared and bit its teeth together in a challenge—a challenge that I was more than willing to accept.

I leapt into the air as the great beast lumbered towards me and I winced as it's teeth clamped down on my tail. I flapped my wings heavily as the cragodile then dragged me back to the ground with a hiss, its tongue flicking around my hoof.

Well, there was nothing for it. Angling my head downwards, I grinned as I folded my steel-tipped wings away—and winced as the sharp metal brushed my own chitin—and let myself fall. As expected, the cragodile let go of me immediately, but it was already too late. My horn impaled a groove in its head and a thin trickle of muddy blood began to ooze out. Not quite the strike I had hoped for, but it was a start.

The beast roared louder and I leapt aside, yelping as its claws slashed against my hoof. It would heal, of course, but the sight of the blood which spurted freely from the wound was terrifying. It took all of my will power to not cower and hide; instead I gritted my teeth and, with a grumble and groan, replaced the steel with pure diamond. I was gasping after the transformation, naturally—making the hardest known substance in the world in vast quantities was exhausting. Nevertheless, I just about kept steady on my hooves and managed to stumble forwards in some weak attempt at an attack—but the cragodile was faster.

It's maw was repulsive, a fact which I became well aware of when it wrapped its mouth around my muzzle. I groaned and writhed as I feebly flapped my heavy wings, prodding the back of its throat with my elongated horn. When my mark was finally true and I caught it sharply, it then roared and released its hold slightly, instead biting down on my horn.

Oh, Chrysalis! The pain was unbearable and a scream tore itself from my mouth. No one would blame me, of course; I yelled in agony as I finally felt myself be released from the creature's mouth, half of my horn roughly bitten off with it.

The blood flowed from my horn in torrents, but I had no strength left to fix it now, only to close the major arteries. My head throbbed as I did so and, whilst I watched the cragodile approaching with my blurring vision, I suddenly began to wonder if the ideal hive spot was worth it. But I couldn't stop now, not when I was so close—and so, when the cragodile roared once more and opened it's mouth to encase my body, I snapped out a heavy wing and let the diamond strike its cheek.

If the blood from my horn had been bad, I wasn't sure how to describe the sight before me. The cragodile's mouth now partially hung from its head, useless with every nerve and bone severed. The blood flowed heavily and coated my body, but I was too exhausted to really care. And, to my relief, the cragodile was too injured to carry on as well; it slunk backwards slowly, roaring in pain, and kept its distance when I hissed at it. I then slunk slowly towards the swamp and let my legs crumple while I curled up at the side. I then closed my eyes, whimpered a little and let myself simply lay there. Not sleeping, nor being rutted. Just resting—and honestly, it was a heavenly feeling.