The Changeling of Illusions

Solid Weld approaches Forge, a pegasus mare following next to him. Her name is Hearth Aspis, Solid's wife and a shield crafter. The other two smiths approach him as well. Frigid Pauldron, a unicorn that has a cold disposition, and is an expert armor smith. And finally, Gina the griffon, the silent bladesmith. Forge looks to his coworkers, puzzled.

"Hi guys, what's up?" Forge asks, a little unsure of the situation.

Solid clears his throat before speaking. "Well, we figured that since you haven't really talked with the rest of us that much, that we would go out for a night on the town. As a group." He elaborates as Aspis sets a wing over Solid's back.

"Yeah, since we're working together for the foreseeable future, might as well be friends, right?" Aspis says, a warm smile gracing her features.

Gina simply nods.

"It's been a while since we last went as a group to anything really, I'm looking forward to it." Pauldron says, in a surprisingly happier than usual tone. Then again, Forge never really spoke to him that much, and Pauldron was busy when he did try.

"Oh, okay then. Also, the correct answers were the sky, the ceiling, and a direction." Forge says with a smirk as he hops off of his stool, following the group as they head for the exit, Gina and Pauldron rolling their eyes while Solid and Aspis give a little laugh.

Silently, an unnoticed fly buzzes from behind them, keeping a safe distance from the group while listening to their banter.

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The quintet of royal blacksmiths venture through the streets of Canterlot, the sunset bathing them in a warm, pleasant orange glow.

"So, where are we going?" Forge asks as he walks beside Solid and Aspis.

"Well, we were going to head over to see a Wonderbolts airshow. Have you ever seen one before?" Solid asks Forge.

"No, but I've wanted to for a while. This is gonna be so awesome!" Forge exclaims, hopping giddily and channeling his inner Rainbow Dash.

The rest of the group laugh at Forge's excitement, making their way towards the local stadium. Once at the stadium, the merry group find their respective seats, all of which are next to each-other. As Forge settles in, his ears twitch towards another random pony nearby. Then he feels the same vacuum he felt before, though this pony wasn't the same as the one he'd seen before. It sticks out like a sore thumb in the near-filled stadium of ponies. He begins to notice a few more vacuums scattered throughout the crowds, and all of the vacuum ponies look directly at Forge. Once the signal that the show is about to begin blares, the strange ponies all turn their attention away from Forge. He shudders in his seat, unnerved from the experience. Gina pokes Forge's withers, pointing over to the center of the stadium where the wonderbolts are proudly posing right before the show starts. The airshow begins with a bang, literally, as the pyrotechnics set off. Forge watches in awe for the next two hours, completely forgetting about the weird ponies for the duration of the spectacular air show. "Damn Rainbow, no wonder you look up to these flyers! I swear one day I'll learn how to fly properly."

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Forge and company currently sit in Donut Joe's combination donut and coffee shop. Oddly enough, Forge has mixed vibes from the place, like a local shop mixed with Dunkin' Donuts. The group laughs and banters while they eat.

"And then I said; Oatmeal? Are you CRAZY!?" Aspis exclaims with a goofy look on her face, causing the group to burst out into another fit of lung hurting laughter.

Forge is crying from joy at this point, managing to feel quite full that night. More so than at his welcome to Ponyville party. His ears begin to twitch again, bringing him back from his stupor. He notices that vacuum again. "Why the hell is this happening? What would even... Oh. Oh shit." A look of realization forms on his face as he looks at the source. Sure enough, it's another background pony he never even noticed before. "Must be another changeling. And that means back at the airshow... all of those ponies... Holy shit they've been infiltrating since the beginning, maybe even before!" Forge is brought out of his thoughts when Aspis taps him on the withers.

"You okay Turner? You look like you've seen a ghost." Aspis asks with an odd look, the rest sharing her concern.

"I'm fine, sorry about zoning out there for a moment. It happens sometimes." Forge lies as casually as he can.

"Hopefully not when you're working, that would be a serious safety hazard." Solid reasons. "You sure you're okay there pal?"

Forge nods. "Yeah, I'll be fine. So, wanna hear about the disaster that was my welcome to Ponyville party?" He asks in an attempt to redirect the conversation. He doesn't manage to.

"We can't have you so unfocused while working. We'll need to solve your problem before you can go back to working, got it?" Solid states in a firm tone, showing that he won't be changing his mind on this. "What gets you distracted?"

Forge facehooves. "It doesn't happen when I'm concentrating on my work okay? Just happens during times when I'm not focused on doing anything." He explains, a little ticked at himself for not explaining that earlier.

"Oh. Well that's good, otherwise who knows WHAT kind of accident you'd have on the job." Pauldron remarks disdainfully, horrified of the mere thought of all that blood.

"So, about that party? Sounds like it might be interesting." Aspis asks, curious about what possibly could have happened at a welcome party.

Forge recounts the events of his welcome party to the group, all the way up to the literal dumpster fire he caused. Eventually, the group decides to head back to their homes for the night. Forge stays behind to finish up his last donut and the end of his mocha. That is, until he feels the mare getting closer to him. She reaches to tap him, but Forge turns to look at her and her outstretched hoof.

"Hi, did you need anything?" Forge asks, already steeling himself for anything.

The mare sits beside him. "I just want to chat for a bit, and you seemed lonely."

He wasn't expecting that. "Oh, well..." Forge looks up and down the mare now, appreciating the fine details. She's disguised as Lemon Hearts. "I wouldn't mind having your company." She giggles at that. "God damn that's adorable." Forge thinks, unaware of her wandering hoof, until it rests on his thigh and traces in circles. "Oh fuck, down boy, down!" Forge mentally panics, unable to stop himself from getting hard.

Not Lemon Hearts leans in, whispering into his ear. "I know what you are." She says, taking a quick lick of Forge's ear.

Forge's face tenses, his cheeks lighting up like a Christmas tree. He leans to whisper in her ear back. "Then let's talk in private. Don't want to scare the shop owner now, do we?"

Not Lemon Hearts stands back up. "Follow me~" She says in a sultry tone, hips swaying with each step and tail swishing, just barely covering her. It was almost hypnotic, the way her flanks seemed to just slightly jiggle, hinting at some firmness beneath a bit of plush. Forge gets up, leaving his payment before following her out of the shop.

"Damn that's a fine ass. FOCUS! This could be a trap! But she seems nice enough. Fool! That's how they get you! Next thing you know, they've captured you and are holding you captive! But... would that be such a bad thing? There are worse ways to go out..." Forge continues mentally debating with himself for the next few minutes while staring at not Lemon's plot.

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"Alright, so if you sense any more of them nearby, bail. If she offers you food or drink, get the fuck outta dodge. Keep your guard up, you've got this me!" Forge is brought out of his entranced state when the door closes. Not Lemon Hearts drops her disguise, still looking at Forge with those half-lidded eyes.

"Come on, I showed you mine. Now..." She gets closer, almost muzzle to muzzle with Forge. "Show me yours~"

"Damn, the innuendo's strong with this one." Forge sighs, dropping his own disguise. Aurelic stands before the female changeling. She gawks at his appearance briefly, before getting even closer to inspect him.

"Hmm, you're definitely not one of ours... So tell me, where is your queen, mister...?"

"Oh, my name's Aurelic. And I sort of... don't have a queen. Never did." He admits, nervously putting a hoof behind his head.

The female changeling squints her eyes, looking for any sense of deception coming from Aurelic. She finds none, which seems to surprise her even more. "How is that possible? Every changeling has to come from a queen. Just like every chicken egg has to have been laid by a hen." She says, baffled that he's telling the truth despite such a ridiculous story.

"Pardon me, but I don't think I got your name. And I know it's not Lemon Hearts." Aurelic says, not too comfortable with being near her now.

"Oh, yeah. I'm Suture. Tell me Aurelic, why do you reek of, sweet, tantalizing, lust energy?" Suture asks, her breathing becoming heavier, her tail raising involuntarily.

"Um... well, I don't e-exactly... know..." Aurelic stammers, his cock standing prominently for Suture to see, his golf balls hanging just behind the twitching mass of changeling meat.

Suture smirks. "Could it be? You've never had a mate before, have you?" She asks with a sly grin, turning around and moving her tail out of the way, exposing herself completely to him, giving a little wiggle to further entice him.

Aurelic approaches her slowly, in complete disbelief that this is actually about to happen. "But, aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" He asks, immediately regretting it.

Suture just giggles. "Nope, the queen's the only one who can lay eggs. She'd have to oviposit me first. Don't you worry your cute little head about it~" "That's it, take the bait you ignorant fool. Breed me so I'll have the first love capable changeling of our hive!" She thinks giddily to herself.

Aurelic leans downward, putting a hoof to Suture's lower lips. She hitches her breath at the touch. Aurelic opens her, looking inside curiously. "Huh, so that's what a changeling vagina looks like." Aurelic takes a quick, testing lick.

"Oh my, a stallion that takes care of his mares? Such a gentlecolt~" Suture remarks in as sultry a voice as she can muster.

Aurelic goes the next mile, shoving his muzzle into Suture's snatch, firmly licking her insides with his long, forked tongue. He savors her taste, and the cute moans she lets out. Suture's left hind leg twitches from the sensations. Aurelic stops once he's satisfied with his work, pulling his muzzle out and receiving a whine from Suture.

"Why'd you stop?" Suture asks, making the cutest little puppy dog eyes she can. That is, until she feels Aurelic's hooves on her flank.

"Who said I was done?" Aurelic asks, taking the opportunity to let his perverted nature out on full display. He kneads Suture's flanks for a moment, mounting her.

Aurelic presses his tip against Suture's slit, poking and prodding her teasingly. Suture moves her hips back, forcing Aurelic's tip into her. Aurelic decides to press himself the rest of the way in, slowly submerging his rod into Suture's depths, savoring every second of it. The two of them moan in harmony, right up to when Aurelic stops pushing inside of Suture, the tip of his prick pressing against her cervix. Despite this, he still has a good inch outside of her. Aurelic begins pumping, a little slowly at first, going faster bit by bit as time goes on. With a grin, Aurelic leans forward to nibble on Suture's ear, eliciting another gasp from her.

"Nnnng, keep it up!" Suture moans out.

Aurelic didn't need the encouragement, as he's already going faster and faster. "Real balls, recede! New balls with fake jizz, take form!" Soon enough, he starts to cum inside of Suture, pushing into her all the way, hilting balls deep and penetrating her cervix. Suture clamps her hind legs around Aurelic's waist, a silent scream plastered on her face as her wings buzz violently, keeping her upright. Aurelic shoots his pent up load directly into Suture's quaking womb, her walls milking his cock for all it's worth. He rests on top of Suture, panting in sync with her. Suture squeezes her hind legs together, trying to keep as much of Aurelic's spunk inside of her as possible.

"Holy BUCK that was a lot!" Suture exclaims, drunk on all the lust.

Aurelic snickers. "I take it you're full?" He asks stupidly, sliding off of her back, opting to lie next to her.

Suture pulls him into a kiss, coiling her tongue around his and lewdly moaning. She breaks the kiss with a pop. "More than enough. I'll be full for the next three days with all of this! I wouldn't mind seeing you again, for another delicious meal.~" She winks, lying on the floor next to him.

"I need a moment to recover, but I think you can milk me a bit more.~" Aurelic says, cuddling up to Suture.

Suture looks at him in mild shock, before bringing him into another kiss. "Usually stallions only ever have a one night stand with me, and then they move on. You really are an odd one Aurey." She giggles, reciprocating his cuddling.

They proceeded to have more kinky bug sex that night, completely losing track of time. They fucked until they wore themselves out, unable to hold off sleep anymore.