Author's Note

This is the second of two "deleted scenes" from Honey Pie II (chapter three) that features Sweetcake's further exploration of his newfound sexuality with Pinkie Pie. I really had a hard time deciding what sex acts/fetishes to label this one with. Technically it involves an ovipositor, is F/F and is really freaky, but on the other hand Sweetcake is only technically female, he considers himself male, so it's really straight and nothing they actually do is particularly kinky, it's quite vanilla. Make of it what you will, I suppose. I write weird shit.

Honey Pie: Exploring

With nothing else for us to do, Pinkie and I spent quite a lot of time in our room, exploring each other.

I had thus far always taken pony form while doing so. Pinkie had no aversion to my natural form, but she said she found my carapace hard and uncomfortable to snuggle up to, and my fangs made kissing awkward, so no matter what form things began in, eventually I always took my colt's shape for her.

This night was no exception. I had already shifted when Pinkie first snuggled up against me. She lifted her head and nuzzled at my horn, making my eyes go unfocused as a ripple of heat washed over me.

I could tell that her full attention wasn't on what she was doing. She was thinking about something. I brushed my mind against hers a little more closely, curious about what could be distracting her.

Somewhat to my surprise she was thinking about what it would be like to try and make love to me in my changeling form.

Hard, poky, and probably impossible, I told her silently. I don't even have genitals.

Yeah, but we could still do lots of things that way, was her reply. I like trying different stuff. I guess I could have you be different ponies, but you've already been a unicorn and a pegasus for me, and having you be somepony I know would just be weird. So I want to try you just being you.

Well, if you insist. I changed, green fire rippling over me, revealing my black carapace once more. Pinkie chuckled, giving off appreciation and gratitude, along with curiosity and a hint of arousal. She went back to my horn, curved rather than spiraled now, and nuzzled it again. The sensation was actually slightly different than it had been moments ago, though still quite good. I let out a soft moan as she began to lick at it. I felt that strange heat, alien and yet by now also familiar and welcome, rising in me again.

I slid my hooves around Pinkie, pulling her to me. Her hooves went around me in turn as I nuzzled at her neck, and when I could feel her enjoying my nuzzles, I dared to nibble gently, taking care with my long fangs.

She giggled. That tickles! She didn't tell me to stop though. Her hooves ran along my wings, making them twitch when she caressed the sensitive joints at the base. With her hooves caressing me as she nuzzled and licked at my horn, the heat I felt grew even greater. I was breathing faster, and a warmth began to gather between my hindquarters.

Pinkie let out a sudden squeak of surprise. "Eep!" She pulled back from me, feeling startled and confused. I felt confused too. What had just happened?

Pinkie looked down, and I felt her surprise increase. "No way! You're even more poky now. I thought you didn't have genitals?"

"I don't. I..." I looked down too. I did. I felt a shock of panic run through me. What was going on? This was not possible!

I tried to gather my thoughts somehow. I felt the hum of the hive in the back of my mind, soothing me. They were calm. The hive was not in danger. There was no need to panic. Still, my mind kept spinning in confused circles. This made even less sense than my ability to feel arousal did! Pinkie's giggling didn't help me get my thoughts together at all.

"You really are a boy changeling now," she said cheerfully.

"Uh. N-no, I'm pretty sure that's an ovipositor."

"Oh." A little flicker of confusion and worry dampened her giggles, the feelings so close to what I was feeling that I almost couldn't taste them. "I gotta ask if that means you've been laying eggs in me? 'Cause remember what I said about not being sure about actually wanting to lay eggs and have pony-lings?"

Somehow her worry calmed my own. I smiled and put a reassuring hoof on her shoulder. "It doesn't work like that. Changeling eggs can't grow inside a pony. They grow inside of pods somewhat like the ones we put replaced ponies in. I, uh, maybe have been laying eggs in you," for some reason this made me feel flushed and embarrassed. "But I cannot possibly be fertile; I haven't mated with a male changeling. They would never grow in you even if they were fertile. Though I guess if one impossible thing can happen, then maybe another can... But no, there has to be a reasonable explanation for this!"

I got to my feet and started walking back and forth, trying to think. Pinkie's head went back and forth, watching me as I paced.

Suddenly it dawned on me. "I am an idiot. Pinkie, what color are my eyes?"

"Uhm. Green? Wait. That's not right. I mean, they are green, but they're supposed to be blue, aren't they?"

"Blue-green, or all green? Do we have a mirror? No, wait, just look at me, please?" I half-closed my eyes and reached out for Pinkie. She cooperated with my sudden idea, letting me look at myself through her eyes.

I had changed, sometime over the last week or so since I'd last looked in a mirror. I'd never paid my reflection much attention; vanity would have been absurd in a drone nearly identical to every other drone in the hive. Now, however, that was no longer the case. My half-closed eyes were pure, jade green. My crest and tail were tinted turquoise. My wings and wing-cases were brighter, more iridescent than a drone's. My horn was a little bit longer. I was fairly certain I was taller than I'd been as well. I was an under-queen.

Of course.

I'd noticed how Minder seemed to be changing into one, prompted by being separated from Chrysalis and the hive. I'd been separated even longer than she had. No doubt my assuming authority over the little hive here had accelerated the process, and the love I was getting from Pinkie Pie would have provided more than enough energy for such changes over the last few days. Under-queens, unlike drones, could and did reproduce.

I opened my eyes, my mind reeling. Pinkie bounced over to me and stood by my side. She put a hoof on the top of her head, measuring herself against me. "Yep, you are taller too. I dunno how I didn't notice it before!"

"A lot of distracting things have been going on," I said, still feeling more than a little dazed. I sat down on the floor, folding my wings and trying to corral my scattered thoughts. Pinkie came and sat next to me, leaning against me. I nuzzled the top of her head. I had to be a good six inches higher at the withers. I remembered how I'd noticed that she fit beneath my wing, nearly a week ago. I'd been slowly changing all this time, it had just sped up over the last few days.

"So, now what?" asked Pinkie.

"Now..." I shook my head, not certain. I reached out to the hive. As usual, none of them save Minder were paying me any particular attention. She, however, seemed to be curious. She was wondering what had caused my emotions to be so chaotic over the last few minutes. I took a moment to wordlessly explain what had happened to her.

Ah. So. I am becoming an under-queen. That makes sense, though I did not know it was possible for a drone to do so. Yet I find I am glad. I want to care for these other drones, as is an under-queen's duty. You are senior to me, and your magic is stronger. You have more love, so you will become queen.

I shouldn't have been surprised, since it followed from what I already knew, but I was. Me. A queen. Like Chrysalis herself. It was absurd. How could I possibly be a queen? Then I laughed. The queen of a hive of one dozen, including myself. I could probably manage that. Like Minder, I wanted to take care of the others.

What's so funny? Pinkie's query interrupted my thoughts. She couldn't hear Minder. She was connected to me, and so was the hive, but Pinkie's bond didn't tie her to any of the others, only to me.

It appears that I'm turning into a queen, I explained. The queen of a hive of one dozen. I laughed again. A baker's dozen, if I count you.

Pinkie giggled. I'm a baker, so that totally makes sense!

I chuckled and nuzzled her again.

Does that mean you're going to want to have changeling babies now?

What is it with you and babies?

Pinkie shrugged. I dunno. I like babies. I like babysitting. I want to have babies of my own someday. Not right now! But someday. Babies are nice, even if they are also a lot of work. But isn't that what queens do, have lots and lots of babies?

Well, as you say; someday maybe. But not right now! This hive hasn't even got a male yet. I'm not actually certain how we could get one. They don't come from drones, drones are all technically female, even if we're... uh, even if they're all sterile. Even if we did find a male... I put a foreleg over her shoulders and pulled her close. I'm not sure I'd be interested. You're the one I love, Pinkie. But in any case, right now I'm definitely not ready to be responsible for a bigger hive. No way.

That's probably good. She snuggled up in my embrace and nuzzled my cheek. I love you too, she said, and then she kissed me.

I kissed her back, letting my concerns fall away. That spark of heat rose in me again, and I tasted a hint of spice from Pinkie. We were kinda doing something when all this figuring things out happened, said Pinkie. Why don't we go pick up where we left off?

That sounds like a good idea to me, I replied, and I pulled her even closer.

Pinkie pulled back from the kiss. She grabbed my hoof and pulled me over to the bed. I went with her quite willingly. We climbed into the bed together. Once there, she nudged me to roll onto my back. I did so. Pinkie slid a hoof from my chest down my stomach, sliding over the chitin of my carapace slowly. I shivered. It wasn't as sensitive as pony skin, but I could still clearly feel her touch.

Her hoof kept going until it brushed between my legs. I gasped softly. I was much more sensitive there. "Hmm, what have we here, mister changeling? Or miss, I guess, if you're a queen?" Pinkie grinned as she tilted her head curiously and peered at me.

"Mister is still fine," I said. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked too, finding I was more than a little curious. I'd never been in a position to see what exactly an under-queen had.

What I saw was something a little bit like a stallion's sheath, with the pointed tip of my ovipositor peeking out from it. Chitin isn't always completely rigid, it can be softer and more flexible, like cartilage. Both sheath and ovipositor seemed to be of that sort of chitin. As Pinkie rubbed her hoof gently over my sheath, my shaft began to slowly slide out of it. What she was doing felt unbelievably good. I licked my lips, my pulse racing faster.

Pinkie slid her hoof up my shaft, caressing it. I let out a soft moan. Under her attentions, my shaft had emerged fully. It was smaller than a stallion's cock, and simpler as well, being more or less a plain tube, with the tip resembling a cylinder that had been sliced off diagonally, coming to a slightly blunted point, and with a small slit on the flat face of it. Pinkie bent her head and nuzzled at it. I moaned again. Every contact was electrifying. I'd never felt so sensitive.

Then she licked me. I gasped, a shudder of pure bliss running through me. I slid down to lie flat on my back, unable to support myself. Pinkie chuckled. She could feel exactly what sort of effect she was having on me, and I could tell she liked being able to make me incoherent with pleasure.

She licked me again, making me moan. Her tongue ran all the way along my shaft, from base to tip. A shudder ran up my spine.

Pinkie giggled. Next thing I knew she'd taken my shaft into her mouth and was probing at the slit in the tip with her tongue. I twitched, letting out a gasping cry of pleasure. It felt so very good! Without really meaning to I found I'd started moving my hips, lifting them to her, pushing my shaft further into her mouth. She cooperated willingly, going down further until her nose was pressed against my stomach.

I kept moving, rocking my hips, sliding my shaft in and out of her mouth. She hummed softly as I did, her tongue rubbing against me, caressing me. I was hardly aware of that though, all I knew was the sensation growing in me, the heat of passion already verging on fulfillment.

My eyes were tightly closed now, my head tipped back. I was panting hard, and I started bucking my hips faster, feeling an almost desperate need. Pinkie worked in time with my thrusting, caressing my shaft with lips and tongue, and I was dimly aware of the way she was concentrating on not choking, but I didn't care. All I wanted was the fulfillment that hovered tantalizingly close. I strained towards it, moving faster still, and finally it was there. With a cry of pure bliss I came. I stopped thrusting, my whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure broke over me. Pinkie froze in place, her tongue working slowly against my shaft. I could sense her pleasure and satisfaction at having brought me to my peak.

At last I slowly relaxed, breathing hard. Pinkie lifted her head and swallowed. She made another one of those little purring sounds of contentment. "That was a little weird... I think I just ate an egg? But also nice! It was so much easier than taking a stallion that way. They're kinda big, I never really liked it. It even tasted good! Maybe 'cause it's some kind of egg goo and not sperm? I dunno. The texture sure was kinda weird. But not bad! I would totally love to do that any time you want though, I liked it."

"Mmm," was all I managed in return. My brain was still not up to coming up with words. That had been intense.

Pinkie giggled. "Your mind feels all fuzzy."

"Mmkay..."

She giggled again. "I wanna make it even fuzzier."

"Mmm?" I managed to scrape together enough coherent thought to wonder if I should be worried. I heard another giggle, and then I felt Pinkie Pie nuzzling at my sheath again. I let out a low moan. I felt torn between tiredness, with the accompanying desire to just lie still and perhaps even sleep, and the undeniable pleasure of Pinkie's touch. The spicy-sweet taste lingering on my tongue reminded me that I had another option. I pulled some of the love the flowed freely from Pinkie to me, feeling my energy return. I grinned down at her. "Maybe I should see if I can make your mind fuzzy."

"Ooo! That sounds like fun." She grinned back. Then she practically pounced on me and kissed me. I kissed back, and rolled us across the bed, ending up on top of her. I gave her another kiss, then nuzzled across her cheek to her ear, pausing there to nibble carefully. Pinkie practically purred, I knew she liked that. Though since I was still in my natural form I had to be extra careful of my fangs. Still, I could feel nothing but enjoyment from her as I nipped and nibbled down the side of her neck.

I tried licking, which got a little, giggling squeak from her. "Do I taste good?"

I chuckled and replied silently so I wouldn't have to stop licking and nibbling at her. You know you do. I love how you taste, in every way.

I rolled off of her then, and moved down, bending my head to nuzzle at her belly. I licked there as well, dragging my tongue down slowly. I paused at her nipples and gently lapped at them each in turn. I felt the soft wave of pleasure that went through her from it. I felt as well the burning need that filled her. She didn't want me to stop where I was, the fire between her legs demanded I quench it. I dipped my head lower and let the tip of my tongue tease against her vulva.

She let out a little gasp of pleasure at that, and her body twitched as the sensation went through her. I licked again, more firmly, my tongue dragging all the way up to her clit. Her hide had tasted of sugar and salt, though faintly. This tasted of salt and musk, tinted strangely with the taste of her lust and her love. It was wonderful. It also had the desired effect of filling Pinkie's mind with a blissful haze. She let out a low moan, and I heard an almost incoherent stream of oh moon and stars its so good don't stop, don't stop please whatever you do don't stop, oh Celestia it's so good, babbling in my mind. With another mental chuckle I promised her that I wasn't planning on stopping. I closed my eyes, reducing my world to nothing but the scent, taste, and feel of Pinkie, and did all I could to bring her to her peak. Her feelings told me when I found the right places and did the right things.

Soon she was arched back, her hips twitching, her whole body shuddering, hovering on the very edge, and I worked my tongue against her clit in broad, swift strokes until finally she let out a wordless shout of bliss and came. Her pleasure washed over me, overwhelming me, making my mind blank out momentarily.

When I came back to myself I was lying with my head against her stomach, completely relaxed. She was stroking my head softly, and her mind was still a fuzzy blur of lingering pleasure. I sighed contentedly, and silently blessed the strange chain of events that had led to my being here, with her, together in a hazy pool of bliss.

Quite a while later Pinkie said, "You know, we still haven't really tried this out properly."

"Hmm?" Tried what out?

You, like this, she tapped my side, her hoof sounding against the thicker chitin plate there. Oral is nice, but it doesn't really count.

I found myself chuckling. It doesn't?

Nope!

Well, I guess we'd better try it, then.

Yep! Here, lemme get you all ready to go again. She grinned and pushed me off of her. I cooperated willingly, rolling onto my back again and spreading my hind legs out. Pinkie ducked her head and nuzzled at my sheath without any further preliminaries. I didn't protest, I just let my eyes slide closed as I felt a flicker of heat kindle once more within me. It didn't take her long at all to coax my shaft out again. When it was once more standing free of its sheath, hard and ready, Pinkie got up and climbed out of the bed to stand on all four hooves next to it.

I knew what her favorite position was, so I wasn't terribly surprised. Pinkie liked things "the old fashioned way" as she had put it. Her tail flicked aside, inviting me, and I needed no second invitation. I moved behind her, pausing for only a moment to nuzzle at her flank before stepping forward to mount her. I clasped my forelegs around her barrel, finding that my new, taller height was just right.

I shifted until I'd lined my tip up with her entrance, then slowly thrust forward, pushing into her until I was fully hilted. I paused there, and frowned faintly as I sensed what Pinkie was feeling. There was a certain amount of pleasure, but disappointment was mixed with it, followed by a sudden flood of worry that bordered on fear.

For a moment I was puzzled, then I nearly laughed. It's too small for you, isn't it? Don't worry, I'm not a stallion. I don't have my ego or my sense of self tied up in this particular organ. I didn't even have this particular organ not long ago. If it isn't working like this, we'll simply have to find some other way to make it work.

Oh thank goodness. I didn't want to hurt your feelings by saying it, but I guess an ovipositor really isn't a penis.

No it isn't. I withdrew from her. Unfortunately I'm not quite sure what else to try. Perhaps magic?

Pinkie cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. Maybe... Or I know! There's something I've always had to be super careful with because stallions are so big and it kind of hurts, but you wouldn't hurt at all, I bet! She pictured what she wanted as she spoke, and though I found the idea more than a little strange, I was happily willing to oblige.

She lifted her tail again, and I moved to mount her once more. This time, however, I lined the tip of my shaft up with the little pucker beneath her tail. It was still slicked with her own juices, so when I started to slowly, carefully push into her it slid in easily. Pinkie immediately gasped, and I could feel a wash of pleasure go through her. I was only peripherally aware of that, however, for the feel of her tight heat around me was almost overwhelming. I shuddered, letting out a low moan. Slowly I pushed deeper, the pleasure building as I sank into her. When I was hilted at last I found I was panting hard, my body trembling, already getting far too close to my peak.

Wow, that is really good for you, isn't it? No wonder stallions always want to do this!

I couldn't even form the words to reply. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I didn't want this experience to be over so swiftly. I reached out to Pinkie, sharing my pleasure with her and tasting her pleasure in turn. She let out a soft moan as I pulled our minds closer together and she felt not only my emotions, but the physical sensations I was feeling. We meshed even more closely than we had before, sensations flowing freely between us.

I wasn't even sure if it was she or I who began to move, though it was definitely my body doing it, my hips pumping slowly, pulling back and then thrusting back in steadily. It was her throat that let out the cry of pleasure as my hips moved faster, but the cry was as much mine as hers. My forelegs were clasped tightly around her and my head was bent to nuzzle at the back of her neck. I nipped there lightly as I started to buck her in earnest, satisfying her need even as my own pleasure grew. She pushed back onto my thrusts, her muscles clenching around me, her hooves braced wide apart to better push back.

We panted together, both of us breathing fast as the sensations rapidly built. My hips were driving forward in short, hard, forceful thrusts that she had to work to brace against. She was crying out with each thrust, expressing the rapidly building pleasure that we both felt.

Then I was there, at that peak that I had sought, and Pinkie was there with me. She let out a cry that was louder than any before as I thrust suddenly once more, as deeply as I possibly could, and my whole body shuddered intensely against hers. My shaft was twitching within her, pumping fluid and the little pearl of an infertile egg into her, and it went on for what seemed like forever, even while it was also far too short.

A moment later it was over and I relaxed, leaning against Pinkie beneath me. She giggled just a bit and braced herself under me. Mmmm, you're all fuzzy again.

Mmmhmmm.

You're also heavy, she added after a while. She wiggled under me, startling me into a slightly more coherent state.

Oops, sorry. I climbed off of her, staggering a bit as I did so. My knees felt weak. I leaned against the side of the bed, trying to pull my mind together. I felt like I was drifting in a warm, wonderful sea. That had been amazing.

Pinkie giggled. She climbed into the bed and reached out a hoof to me. I took it, and she pulled me in with her. I sighed blissfully, my mind still a haze of pleasure, and cuddled up with Pinkie. For once she didn't ask me to shift, she merely made herself comfortable next to me and we drifted off together.