A Certain Type Of Harvest

Back in Chrysalis' hive, I had been—as were the majority of my peers—a lower class, love-collecting drone. Not a guard, not a builder, not a spy or an infiltrator; a simple scavenger, if the job could be called as such, who lurked in the shadows and drained the love of ponies without even stepping hoof in the town. Not in plain sight, anyway. It was a fairly low level role but it had required a certain level of stealthiness, for sure—but it had not once required particularly extravagent disguises. I had never experimented with unicorn magic, earth pony strength or pegasus flight before; I had simply been there, in pony form but not playing the role.

To say that my current situation was bizarre was, as such, something of an understatement. Not only had I never before adopted this form before—my horn, it was weird—but I had never felt so insanely powerful. This new body came with an odd sort of magic, the likes of which I could not fully utilise but could be well aware of. The magic was so potent, in fact, that it made me feel oh so alive, oh so free—and, damnit, oh so horny. Which, ironically, I didn't need to be this time.

Because my next victim-slash-mate was, I knew—from the textbook as opposed to experience—one of a kind. And incredibly animalistic, at that.

Discord, the master of chaos, was a draconequus. The race had all but died out, at least to my knowledge, but he was not so hard to locate. I had heard, from word on the street, that he would be visiting a timid little pegasus mare by the name of Fluttershy that day; if the rumours were true, I didn't have a moment to waste.

Changeling-dragon hybrids were a powerful sort, for sure, but I could hardly see a better match for my drones than a draconequus in all its glory. My children, each mismatched creation, would be legendary; I could picture it now.

I laughed a little as I walked forwards slowly, unaccustomed to walking on my hind legs only. I had done it before, to be sure—it was a compulsory part of every changeling's training, though for what reason I was not sure—but that didn't mean that I was any more competent at it. I had to make a good appearance, though, if Discord himself would buy into my disguise and mate me. I was highly doubtful that it would be so difficult, though, to tell the truth; after eons—presumably—without a mate, he would surely jump at the chance.

I took a deep breath as I approached the little cottage, lowering myself to all four feet. I took a quick glance in the stream which I approached before I continued; I'd given myself a long, flowing mane and tail—red, of course—and had sprouted a generous white plumage from my chest, bright against my beige fur. Two small but curvy horns sprouted from in between my ears, both similar to a goat's, and my legs were similar to that of a hypogriff's; two claws at the front, an eagle's and a dragon's, and standard pony hooves at the back, one of which was black in colour whilst the other was skewbald. I was not quite so mismatched as the rumours depicted Discord to be, but I was far from normal-looking. With only a few minutes to prepare—I didn't want to lose the chance, and I could not be sure when he would be returning—I had not put too much time into thinking of the perfect draconequus cover. And, at any rate, this was easy enough to remember if he did ever return; I certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity to lay more of his eggs, for sure.

I grinned a little and then flapped my wings slowly so as to lift myself up into the air. It was harder to fly as a pegasus than a changeling, the magic being unaccustomed to me—but with power all but flowing from my every pore, to stay airborne now was easy. Easier than walking with an overly long body, on fours or otherwise.

As I approached, I flew high up in the sky and let my mind wander. One thought, aside from the picture of the draconequus rutting me hard and ruthlessly with all his might, stuck in my mind; why had changelings not morphed into draconequii sooner? I could only presume that this body was more adept at storing and manipulating magic than any other form, which begged the question as to why no drone had ever tried to use the disguise.

But then again, why would they? Draconequii were hardly the most awe-inspiring of species, at least in terms of appearance, and the gangly and eye catching body could not exactly be described as “stealthy” either; the disguise was of no use to the infiltrators and love-collectors alike.

I shook my head and then flicked my cheek with my draconic claw; a small bead of blood formed where I had struck. I hissed and quickly brushed it away before I then fluttered down to the ground gazed upon my new territory; the boundary of the Everfree Forest. It seemed ironic that a pony who was known, at least in town, for being the most timid creature ever could live even remotely nearby to the undeniably dangerous place, but it made my life easier at the least.

I crept up to the edge of the forest slowly and began to whistle as I walked along the semi-overgrown track, my eyes alight and my pussy winking with each step. I had to control my own lust and excitement, had to be the prey in this arrangement—but I really struggled to do so. Each breath of wind now sent a small shudder of pleasure through my mismatched body, stronger than anything I’d felt before; every little leaf or acorn made me yelp and moan when it landed on my fur. I had to grind my teeth together to keep from screaming in the agonising desire.

And then, in an instant, my desire was replaced—if only for a moment—with the slightest hint of fear. I could smell the foul, noxious breath of the timber wolf nearby; I could see its eyes when they shot open, glowing red; I could only stand frozen as its teeth bared in a vicious snarl. And then it roared, its breath blowing my mane from my muzzle, and I gave the loudest scream that I possibly could as I turned tail and began to run, uncoordinated and not as quick as I could have been. At that moment, the realisation of the recklessness of my decision finally began to dawn upon me—but, just when I felt the timber wolf’s hot breath on my tail, I heard a thunderous “Halt, ye monster!” and spun—perhaps foolishly—to see what was going on.

And, to my complete and utter surprise, the master of chaos was stood right behind me, his forepaws opened wide. His ears were pinned and his tail flicked dangerously before he fell to the ground and growled; a moment later, when Discord reared up like a stallion before a charge, the timber wolf backed up quickly and roared as it was torn, limb from limb, by an odd magical aura. And then, in a flash of bright white light, a wooden rabbit stood before us, looking at itself in confusion. It then glanced up at Discord, squeaked, and hopped off in a snuffly run. When the draconequus turned its attention to me, I suddenly felt equally stunned.

“D-Discord!” I yelped, stepping backwards before I froze and corrected myself, bowing low before him as I then corrected, “Master of C-Chaos.”

“Who…” Discord began, scratching behind an ear with a claw as he turned around to look at me. His eyes trailed over my slender, mismatched body and large yellow eyes; I could see his own gain a suddenly confident sort of twinkle. I’d gotten his interest, at least. “Who are you? I don’t know any other draconequii in Equestria.”

I shrunk a little, cowering as Discord lowered himself to the ground and began to walk circles around me. Once again his tail was flicking wildly; his nostrils were flared, taking in my scent. By the way his lips parted slightly as he walked around my rear, there was no way that he’d missed the smell of my need.

“Philli,” I yelped, feeling more than a little out of my comfort zone now. I was usually the one in control of the situation; right now, I genuinely felt as if I was the prey, not just acting at being such. It made my legs tremble ever so slightly—and also made Discord lick his lips. “Like a pony foal, but n-not!”

“Mmhmm,” Discord said, brushing up against my side slowly. His tail coiled around mine and made me tremble with need—but he needed to be aroused more himself, needed to give me both his lust and his seed. “And how do you know of me?”

Without even meaning to I scampered backwards, slightly away from Discord and his now hungry smirk. “You’re legendary!” I squeaked, giving a shrill yelp as he pounced towards me. I backed up quickly, my eyes wide and betraying my genuine unease; it only seemed to make the draconequus more bold.

“I am, aren’t I?” he hissed, his eyes darting over my body. “Why, a lovely lady such as yourself… Surely you need a strong male to look over you?”

I could feel the lust pouring off of him now, the thin trickle from before now a few large waves of desire. It was delicious—and more potent and nourishing than anything I’d tasted before. And that thought alone shocked me back into work mode, reminded me of my goal; to be bred by this male.

Draconequii were predators. I needed to give him a run for his money.

“I… I’m quite alright on my own!” I yelped as I spun around and opened my wings, revealing my winking, soaked pussy to the male behind me. He hissed at the sight and reached out to grab me, and I didn’t stop him. I let him pull my body back to his, let his now thick, hard erection—much more than double the size of a stallion’s—poke at my dripping entrance. He wasted little time, preparing to enter me just like that, and I shifted backwards the tiniest amount to let my lips encase his head. But, before he could thrust deep inside of me, I leapt away and snapped out my wings. I shot upwards into the tree cover, screaming and yelling, “Help! Somepony help me!”

That did the trick. Left below on the ground, Discord growled and quickly followed me, his own wings pumping the air in time with the loud slapping of his cock against his belly. He snarled and growled, reaching out his claws to grab me; when I leapt down from the tree a moment before he could do anything more than catch the hairs of my griffon-like tail, he groaned even louder and then gave a quiet roar of displeasure. Before I could land, however, his magic encased my body and I was dragged back to him.

“Now, now, Philli…” he growled into my ear and I shuddered in pleasure at the low sound, but quickly covered it up with a yelp and a struggle as my pussy leaked ever more. I could feel the wetness all the way down my legs now; I could smell my arousal, too, just as Discord could when he pressed his nose to my rear and inhaled slowly. He sighed before he then buried his head deeper and opened his mouth, licking around the outskirts of my legs and just below my tail. I moaned at the touch but threw in a few strong bucks for good measure; when my skewbald hoof struck his nose he quickly jumped backwards with a cry and released me. I didn’t flee quite immediately, though, instead letting my tail coil around his throbbing cock once before I ran, letting him groan at the momentary pressure that had urged more than a little precum from his tip.

I gasped as I ran, the act of avoiding Discord and his heavenly, huge cock nigh-on unbearable. It was only the sickly sweet lust that coated me and fed me that kept my resolve just about strong enough to keep me going, to keep me fighting—and it was with that strength that I turned and threw small pebbles backwards before I darted off to the side, behind a large rock, and let my magic overcome me. My body shrunk quickly until I was no larger than a grub; I then slipped under a crevice of the rock and curled up, my heart thumping in my chest. The squeak that I gave when Discord stepped nearer was so very nearly genuine.

“I know you’re here, little Philli,” Discord called, his voice low and sultry. I gave a quite whimper as his claw stepped closer to me—it was as big as me, even—and cowered a little more, a grin now upon my muzzle. I was leading him on, now; I was in control of the monstrous, carnal, sex-craved draconequus before me.

Discord stalked around slowly, his tail flicking in time with the bobbing of his cock. Each little breath of wind made greater volumes of precum drip out of the end; with each leakage he walked a little more stiffly and groaned a little louder as his search through the foliage became more frantic. It wasn’t long before his tail came forwards between his legs, slowly pumping at the member and making him grunt and grumble even more. His swollen balls swayed slowly as he walked; the pumping of his tail didn’t once cease in its momentum until Discord fell to the ground on his knees and gasped as his orgasm came; his seed shot everywhere, litres and litres of the stuff coating every little inch of ground around him in hot cum—including me.

I licked my lips slowly and sighed at the slightly bitter taste, the lust contained in it creating a combination not so unlike the pony treat known as “salted caramel”. As the cum slipped down my throat I then grinned even more before I widened my eyes and gave a shrill scream, letting my body shift back to its larger form—a feat which, I was surprised to find, took a fair amount of effort—and beginning to shoot off in the distance. Each step was delightful, my cum-stained fur releasing waves and waves of lust. I could not keep up the speed for long, however, when the act of leaping over branches and unnatural foliage finally grew too much; with Discord only momentarily faltered by his first orgasm and now more than eager to complete his role, I let myself fall over a large root so that I ended up laying on my back, my underbelly exposed. When he caught up a moment later, just as I began to roll over to try to escape once again, he slammed his claws down on me and rolled me back.

“Found you,” he growled, his eyes now burning with desire—quite literally, in fact, the yellow now replaced with a flickering orange shade. He lowered his muzzle quickly and bit at my shoulder, making me cry out and kick, though my juices now soaked every inch of my legs and flank and gave off such a thick smell that surely every creature in the forest could take note of my heat. But even though my body said that I was ready to take the massive girth of Discord’s soaked, sticky and once again leaking member, my plan said otherwise.

“Keep away from me, you beast!” I cried in as high pitched a voice as I could and I fought against Discord’s claws, scratching his chest with my own as I feebly flapped my pinned down wings. My tail wrapped around his leg and fought weakly to pull him off of me. Discord only chuckled a little at the attacks and raised his claws slightly, giving me just enough time to begin to take off once again—but he was faster, of course, and threw me back to the ground so that I was now sprawled out most unattractively, coated in a mix of sweat and dirt and cum. I heaved and squirmed once again as he drew nearer and screamed when he shifted to stand over me; a moment later he bent his knees and lazily flopped down onto my back, grinding his hips over my fur slowly, grunting as he moved. I could feel the hot seed spilling slowly out of him again, could feel each throb of his cock and each slap of his overfilled balls against me once more. And then, in a blink of a second, he leapt off of me and threw me backwards with his magic, slamming my body into the nearest tree and letting vines wrap around me. He wasn’t going to hurt me, that much I was sure of; he was going to take what was his at last, though, from the almost intoxicating lust which now rolled from his every breath.

“Be quiet,” Discord hissed as he stalked closer to me, me udder at his head height now. He chuckled slowly and leaned in, nipping at each and roughly tugging at them, making me gasp in pleasure. A rush of juices spurted from my pussy and coated his claws, but I gave a shrill scream nevertheless and pasted my most terrified expression on my face as I watched him lick each individual claw off. He then returned his attention to me and I began to writhe, kicking out wildly and cracking my tail; Discord merely clicked his claws and let my vines bind me, so tight that my scream was now genuine. But I could not fight now, could not scream when a thick vine wrapped around my mouth as a gag. And so I merely whimpered and whined and wept as Discord crept closer and pressed his muzzle once more to my pussy, his tongue licking my outer folds. I grumbled and growled when he then whispered, “You want this, I can tell.” And then, before I could even make a muffled, gagged response, he buried his tongue deep inside my slick walls and made me genuinely cry out in pleasure when he added a claw, raking it gently over my walls. I shuddered and writhed within my bindings, but was soon disappointed when he drew away to look at me slowly, his claws now pumping his slowly emptying, completely soaked cock. My eyes trailed down to the sight and I screamed through my gag; my cry was real when the gag tightened and my eyes began to bulge out of my head, my nostrils flared. But try as I might, I could not escape.

“Be good,” Discord hissed as he rose up onto his rear legs and pushed the tree down slowly as if it were nothing. I was now at the perfect height and more than a little exposed; as he trailed a cum covered claw down my side, nipping and kissing at my fur as he did so and making my yelp and whine through my gag, he then poked my clit and drew yet another scream from me. I was overwhelmed as my juices spurted from me, gallons of pleasure forced outwards; with his muzzle now drenched and dripping Discord was quick to go in and wrap his mouth around my bud, drinking every drop of my arousal. But, just when I felt as if I’d exhausted every last drop of my energy, he wrapped his claws around my rear legs and positioned his cock at my outer folds and thrust in as deep as he could, grunting as he bottomed out inside of me. I cried at the pleasure but hardly had the energy—or the capability—to do anything more; as he pulled out and then thrust deep back inside of me I felt my walls clench tightly around him. He groaned and grunted and hissed as his claws shifted to dig deep into my fleshy thighs and his pounding became harder and more desperate, his hips battering against mine. And then he erupted, his seed moving in waves as they shot from his tip and into my waiting pussy. I screamed once again as my walls milked him for every last drop of seed that he could possibly spare, each spurt sending waves of agonising delight through my body.

The hot seed jackhammered my delicate, sensitive walls and pushed me over the edge. Quivering and whimpering, my mind suddenly overwhelmed, I then let my eyes slip shut and a trembling whimper escaped from my lips as I felt Discord’s massive, softening girth slide gently out of me. My sides were swollen from the bucketfuls inside of me and small droplets leaked out of my pussy, despite my attempts to keep it in when my legs were freed and I fell to the floor. But I was completely spent, unable to fight any more and quite pleased with my first attempt—perhaps anyling’s first attempt—at mating with a draconequus.

I curled up quietly in the odd foliage of the Everfree Forest and let sleep overwhelm me, my body now aching and every limb ever so heavy. And as I did so, I felt Discord creep closer to me and wrap his claws around my swollen belly—and the newfound tenderness of a potential mate, despite his previous aggression, was enough of a comfort to lull me into sleep.