A Slave for Love

Thorax happily played with his dolls, imagining a world where he had been born a pony instead, and he could live out an idyllic life being taken care of by a Mom and Dad - instead of laid in a clutch by the Queen and then left to fend for himself.

...Well, not quite by himself. Thorax smiled, thinking about his big brother. He was lucky to have Pharynx around… even if he wasn’t always that nice to him, he always stuck up to bullies when they bothered Thorax.

Speaking of which… Thorax cowered as three other immature changelings approached, his eyes wide with nervousness. Just as he began to get really scared, Pharynx appeared, as if by magic. Thorax felt his heart flip with relief.

“Step away from my brother,’ Pharynx growled, the other juveniles whipping around and gasping.

“W-we were just complimenting his dollies!” one of them stuttered - and then screamed with the rest as Pharynx transformed into an enormous rock insect, roaring at them.

As the bullies fled, Thorax stepped forwards, smiling gratefully.

“Thanks, Pharynx,” he said.

Instead of smiling back or saying ‘you’re welcome’, Pharynx grabbed Thorax’s foreleg - and began to thwack him with his own hoof, grinning.

“Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?”

“Pharynx, cut it out!” Thorax pulled back, his ears back against his chitinous skull.

“They’re right you know,” Pharynx grumbled, dropping Thorax’s hoof. “You need to have tougher skin.”

Pharynx looked over his pathetic little brother one more time. As he did so, his expression changed, the pubescent stirrings inside him making him look at his brother… differently. Yes, he wanted to protect him, even more than he wanted to defend the swarm and one day hoped to be a powerful changeling warrior, collecting love from weak, pathetic ponies.

But Pharynx also saw his job as teaching his little brother to toughen up, dishing out harsh insults and bullying just to prepare him for the outside world.

Maybe the little brother who’d been a punching bag so often could also have… other uses. Maybe Pharynx could teach him something new about the world. That the weak would be used by the strong.

Pharynx narrowed his eyes, advancing on Thorax. He would teach his little brother all about what happened when you were too pathetic to stand up for yourself.

“Ph-pharynx?” Thorax asked, his mouth dry. “H-hey, you’re getting a little - mmph!”

Pharynx pressed his muzzle hard against Thorax’s open month, his slippery tongue sliding into his little brother’s. His wings buzzed as he felt the sweet taste of love flooding into his mouth, his baby brother’s virginial innocence, his wide-eyed confusion at what was going on. Thorax gave love like a pony, sticky, sweet, a thin and uncertain stream of it that Pharynx felt drunk on in seconds.

“Wh-whoa! Pharynx, I don’t like this!” Thorax pulled away, turning his muzzle away to avoid another kiss, heart and mind racing as his body was filled with unusual new signals.

Turning away only presented his neck to Pharynx, who’s tongue slid out, flickering against the thinner, more sensitive chitin that covered Thorax’s neck. He gasped as he felt his big brother’s tongue slide up and down along it, tasting him in a strangely intimate way.

“You don’t need to like it,” Pharynx snarled, using a hard hoof to push his brother to the floor.

Thorax toppled over onto his back, trying to scramble onto his front. He finally got his hooves under him, trying to stand, when he suddenly felt Pharynx come down hard on top of him, his own hooves digging into Thorax’s back, pinning him down with his rear raised.

“H-hey, what are you doing?” Thorax said, eyes wide as he tried to scramble away.

“Shut up, you weakling!” Pharynx jeered, jabbing the edge of a hoof against Thorax’s side.
His ovipositor slid out of its hiding place, glistening translucent green and black, a semi-transparent tube that oozed slick, sticky fluid. It throbbed in the cool air, and with a fanged grin, Pharynx began thrusting his hips clumsily, trying to find his brother’s entrance.

“Pharynx! Ph-pharynx, stop!” Thorax pleaded, sensing his brother’s mood, not understanding it fully but afraid of it anyway.

Afraid, and a little curious, a little excited - but Thorax wouldn’t let himself think about that.

Thorax gasped as he felt something slick and firm spreading warm slime against his backpassage, oozing against his hole. Instinctively he clenched against it, but his muscles tensing only made Pharynx grin wickedly, knowing he’d got the right spot now.

“This is what happens to weak little pansies who can’t fight back, little bro!” Pharynx snarled, as he began to apply hard pressure, trying to force his way inside his brother’s virgin hole. “I-if you’re WEAK, someone STRONGER will always… ngh… be there to f-fuck you!”

Thorax’s eyes went wide and he let out a peculiar braying scream as Pharynx shoved his hard, throbbing shaft inside of him. His muscles fought to keep the invader out, but his big brother was far stronger, and his length, large for his age, was already buried halfway inside him. The thick, oozing fluid that constantly pumped out of the end made the penetration less painful, but still, Thorax felt sure he would be ripped apart by the sheer size of his brother’s member.

“AHH! Pharynx! P-please, stop!” Thorax begged, feeling his backpassage stretching painfully to accommodate Pharynx’s hardness.

The changeling above him ignored Thorax’s weak protests. Drinking love was delicious, and felt amazing… this… This felt like a whole world above that. Grunting, Pharynx shoved his length deeper inside of Thorax, dragging it back and gripping him around the waist more tightly, pushing back harder inside. His length felt like it was being squeezed and gripped all down the rubbery shaft, massaged by his own little brother’s unwilling passage.

Thorax whimpered, laying his ears back and passively accepting as his hole was used for his brother’s pleasure. The initial stabbing pain of penetration was gone, but his passage ached as it was stretched so very far, and every thrust inwards made him gasp loudly, dizzy on the scent of lust filling the cave.

“Ngggh, you’re so pathetic, Thorax!” Pharynx growled, feeling powerful, dominating his helpless, submissive little brother. “You’ll n-never be any use to the hive! You’re only useful as a f-fuck toy!”

Crying, Thorax moaned in protest. This felt so wrong, so dirty… and yet…

And yet somewhere in there he could tell, a tiny ember of pleasure was burning, concealed by the painful distension of his hole. That massive, thick length made him ache every time it was slid deep inside, but every time it did so it pushed firmly against some part inside that felt… good.

Pharynx grit his fanged teeth, thrusting harder and harder into Thorax, who was now completely limp underneath him, his body no longer fighting to keep the invading shaft out. Pharynx’s nostrils flared, catching the scent of sickly sweet love in the air again, and he snarled, working his hips harder and faster, giving his thrusts more power, trying to fuck Thorax so hard the pain would override the pleasure.

You’d have to be a complete failure of a changeling to ‘love’ someone who did this. That was practically… pony.

Meanwhile, Thorax’s eyes were wide again, but this time it wasn’t from pain. He winced and cried out as Pharynx’s abuse of his backpassage increased, a deep burning ache inside him and stretching around that tremendous ovipositor - but the pain was tinged with pleasure, laced with an amazing feeling Thorax found himself getting addicted too.

Moaning, he shoved his rump back shamelessly, wanting more, wanting his brother buried deep inside him - more than that, wanting his brother to take him, use him, give him more and more of this forever. It felt like he belonged here, and despite his shame, he felt his own meagre length sliding out, oozing thin liquid of its own, dripping onto the ground.

Thorax screwed his eyes shut, tears of shame burning in them, as Pharynx’s wings buzzed, his own pleasure intensifying as he used Thorax’s hole brutally, grunting as he buried himself again and again inside that impossibly tight passage. He could feel a climax approaching the peak he’d only reached previously by using his hooves. This felt so much better....

Pharynx was pounding Thorax, reaming him hard, the force of his thrusts making his whole body rock as Pharynx’s hips slammed his length home again and again. He grit his teeth, knowing he could only keep this up for so long, feeling his peak coming at him fast like a powerful, unstoppable swarm, he couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop, couldn’t-

“NGGGGH!” Pharynx snarled, feeling himself orgasm deep inside Thorax’s constricting hole.

Pharynx rammed himself home as his length throbbed, globs of slime were pumped out of his ovipositor, flooding Thorax’s insides with warm, sticky goo. The peak was intense and satisfying like nothing else, and he grunted as he filled his brother with load after load of his own changeling cum.

Thorax felt his brother cumming inside, his eyes wide and his mouth an ‘o’ of shock as Pharynx buried his shaft hard and fast inside him. And then, as he felt his big brother’s hot, fertile ooze pumping up inside him, he came for the first time, his backpassage clenching and massaging Pharynx’s length as he moaned and thrashed about below him.

His own slender ovipositor fired off one, two, three strands of thick, sticky fluid onto the ground as he whimpered, orgasming over and over, trembling as his die was cast, not knowing it then but forever a slave to his big brother’s achingly hard length.

Thorax moaned as Pharynx drew back, sliding his still firm tube out of Thorax’s hole. He felt it being dragged out of him, hot, sticky slime spilling back out of his destroyed entrance, stretched well beyond his limits.

As Pharynx dismounted, Thorax collapsed into his own puddle of ooze, whimpering pathetically at the feeling of it smearing all over his belly, mixing with the dirty as he flailed slightly, trying to rise and failing.

Pharynx laughed, glowing with energy after firing his load deep inside his brother ruined hole.

“You’re a real loser, Thorax. Learn to fight back!”

And with that, he left the cave, leaving Thorax on his own, heart thumping as he tried to understand what had just happened.

***

When Thorax had finally risen from his sticky spot on the floor, he found it hard to walk. His short limbs trembled, and every step made him gasp as a jolt of pain shot up his spine, his brother’s recent use of his poor hole leaving it aching deep inside.

He walked away as quickly as he could, ashamed of the puddle of ooze that was left on the floor, half his own meagre issue, and the other half overflow from his overly full passage. He could still feel the rest of Pharynx’s fluid warming his insides, still picture vividly the sensation of that glorious shaft plunging into him again and again.

Why had that felt so good? It felt wrong, too. Thorax knew it was wrong, it had felt like he was being torn apart by a tree trunk invading his hole… He could feel Pharynx’s malevolent intent, rolling off him in black clouds of lust that made Thorax’s mind foggy with confusion and lust of his own.

His insides burned with shame at the thought of Pharynx touching him that way, but far more overwhelming was the excitement that raced through him whenever he pictured it.

Over the next few days, Thorax could think of little else. He woke up from ‘nightmares’ where figures in shadow with huge, hulking ovipositors pinned him hard to the ground and fucked him until he leaked cum all over the floor - and awoke, panting heavily with his own shaft pointing directly up, dribbling clear fluid onto his stomach.

He could barely meet Pharynx’s eye whenever they met, keeping as far away as possible, not wanting his big brother to sense the lust running off of him, to know how much he’d loved being utterly dominated by him. And all the while Thorax secretly hoped he would find him and do it again.

After four days, Thorax couldn’t take it any longer. He knew on some level it wasn’t normal that he wanted this, that he craved another changeling dominating him… Especially not his own brother. But he couldn’t deny it, he wanted more, more of whatever that had been, more of being pinned to the floor, moaning as he was fucked hard into the ground.

More of submitting to a real male.

With faux nonchalance, Thorax fluttered through his brother’s quarters, as if he’d just ended up there on a whim.

“Oh, hi, Pharynx,” he said, with a nervous smile, as his brother glared at him from his nest. “I was just, going outside…”

“Outside? For what?” Pharynx stepped out of the shadows, and Thorax felt his heart thump faster, just seeing him.

“Oh, haha… I don’t know. To pick flowers? Make some new… pony friends?”

Pharynx glared at him, taking an angry step forwards. Thorax felt a thrill run through him, his brother’s anger only exciting him more for some reason. When he looked at him through those slitted purple eyes he seemed so powerful, so strong. So unlike Thorax himself.

“You cannot be serious,” Pharynx snarled. “You cannot be fucking serious.”

“I, I am,” Thorax lied. “I don’t see why not, I think it would be… lots of wholesome fun.”

Pharynx stared him down, and Thorax trembled, his mouth dry as his pulse pounded in his ears.

“You’re pathetic,” Pharynx finally said. “A disgrace to the entire changeling race.”

‘Yes, yes, please, tell me I’m worthless,’ Thorax thought to himself, staying silent.

“Didn’t you learn your lesson last time? Weak little grubs get taken and USED by anybody who’s stronger than them. It’s our job to be strong, to steal love from ponies. We USE them.”

Thorax nodded, swallowing.

“I-if you think I didn’t learn my lesson last time,” he began unsteadily. “...Maybe you could… show me again?”

Pharynx eyed Thorax suspiciously for a moment, before a grin began to spread across his face. He too, hadn’t been able to get the feeling of fucking his brother out of his mind. It made him feel powerful, like the strong, aggressive drone he’d one day be, leeching love from ponies and fucking his choice of more submissive members of the hive, unable to fight back against it.

There were words for changelings like Thorax, insults, because only the weakest males would allow themselves to be taken like that, too pathetic to stop a bigger, stronger male from using them. Very rarely would a male changeling submit willingly to being another’s fucktoy, and that was usually done begrudgingly, to avoid a dispute.

Here Thorax was, practically begging to feel Pharynx’s ovipositor thrusting hard into him, craving the feeling of being taken by his own big brother.

“You’re a dirty little broodslut, Thorax,” Pharynx muttered, stepping towards him.

He circled his little brother, who trembled on his tiny hooves as he heard that insult directed at him for the first time. Pharynx snarled and nipped gently at Thorax’s tailfin, and the smaller changeling gasped, forcing it erect and out of the way of his hole.

“I suppose I can teach you… One more time,” Pharynx said, as he mounted his younger brother.

Thorax gasped, unable to stop himself smiling - before he felt his brother’s slimy, dripping length pushing against his still-sore entrance, making him cry out in shock. Pharynx’s hooves held him in place, and before Thorax could question the wisdom of this idea, the dominant changeling’s shaft was forced hard into his hole.

“AAHHHHH!” Thorax cried out again, his eyes wide, and Pharynx could sense his fear and pain.

Smirking, he pushed his length deeper, and Thorax let out a moan, his eyes burning with tears at being invaded so harshly.

“S-so…. Big!” he finally managed, but he made no move to leave. His heart thumped hard as he subtly spread his hooves wider, a better position for taking more of his big brother’s length inside him.

“Maybe you’re just small?” Pharynx snarled, nipping his ear softly before jerking his hips forwards powerfully. “Weak. Pathetic.”

Thorax moaned in pained pleasure, his body adjusting to the feeling of having something so massive inside it as the well-lubricated thickness began to move slowly backwards, feeling like it was dragging his insides with it. With a feminine shudder, Thorax nodded his head, loving this feeling, being so totally dominated by another male, his hole claimed by a fat, thick ovipositor that belonged to his own big brother.

“Mmmm, you feel so good, little fuck toy,” Pharynx hissed, as he pushed his hips hard down, shoving his shaft in as deep as possible.

Like all changelings, Thorax’s hole was slick and inviting inside, warm, with powerful clenching muscles that could force out a clutch of eggs. Those same muscles were now massaging Pharynx’s length, drawing him in deeper, all of the most sensitive spots being stimulated as Thorax trembled in sweet agony beneath the older changeling. It felt amazing, once again, and Pharynx slid back once more, eager to plunge back inside the warm tightness of his brother’s nook.

“Ohhhh sweet Queen Chrysalis!” Thorax cried out, as Pharynx began to fuck him in earnest, that long fat tube plunging in and out with wet, sloppy sounds as he used his baby brother’s backside for his own pleasure. It felt so good, so so good to be so utterly controlled, to be taken this way.

“Y-yeah, you filthy little eggdump,” Pharynx growled as he continued pumping his hips, one hoof on Thorax’s fragile wings, forcing him further to the ground. “I told you, you’re only useful for other changelings to fill with their seed. Y-you’re an EMBARRASSMENT to the entire hive.”

Thorax moaned wordlessly, nodding, for some reason loving hearing his brother say these things, shoving his rump back against Pharynx to get more of that glorious hardness buried inside, his own meagre shaft poking out uselessly into the cool air. Pharynx could feel the sick, burning love and lust roiling off of Thorax, but instead of ignoring it this time, he drank deeply, using it as fuel for his rough, forceful hip movements, finding his body naturally bucked and pushed his ovipositor in and out of Thorax’s willing tightness.

“Y-you ought to thank me,” he snarled. “Thank me for making you useful. G-giving you one job… letting your big brother fuck you… At l-least now you’re slightly less worthless.”

“Th-thank you,” Thorax mumbled, and in response Pharynx grit his teeth and rammed himself home with a grunt, prompting a frantic squeal from Thorax.

“Say it l-louder you little *nghhhh* fuckhole! Thank me for s-showing you your PLACE.”

“Thank you, Pharynx!” Thorax moaned more loudly, feeling that hot hardness plunging into him over and over, making his shaft twitch in the air. “Th-thank you for showing me I’m nothing but a, a worthless fuck toy, a vessel for other changeling’s powerful seed!”

Pharynx snorted, snarling as he gripped Thorax tightly, his hips working doubletime now, pounding his poor brother’s sore backside hard, pleasure building on pleasure. Thorax groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as his body was wracked with the sensation of pleasure tinged with the pain of being stretched and pounded so very hard, hearing his brother’s heavy breathing coming in snorts and grunts from behind him.

“You f-fucking SLUT, Thorax! You’re sick! Y-you’re like one of those faggot ponies who likes taking it up the ass!”

Pharynx closed his eyes, unable to focus on anything but the exquisite tightness of his brother’s hole, the moans and gasps from underneath him, the sheer power he felt from taking so much control of someone so pathetic and worthless, showing him his place underneath him in the hive-

With a bestial snarl, Pharynx slammed himself home, making Thorax shriek, and then moan, as he felt glob after glob of warm, thick fluid filling him up, swelling his stomach, sliding past that magic spot inside him…

Thorax moaned again, as he orgasmed too, a pathetic little stream of thin liquid hitting the ground as Pharynx held him hard in place, not letting him move away even an inch as he drained his load inside his baby brother’s backpassage. They both trembled, Thorax on a whole new plane of bliss from being so thoroughly dominated and broken, Pharynx from sheer exertion and the rush of endorphins he was feeling.

At last, the pumps of hot, sticky ooze stopped flooding into Thorax, and Pharynx unceremoniously dismounted, yanking his length out of Thorax’s backside. Thorax moaned, hanging his head, panting, as Pharynx flew over to his nest once more.

“Come back here after your lessons tomorrow,” Pharynx said. “Until then, get lost!”

Despite his trembling legs and aching, well-used hole, Thorax obeyed, fluttering his wings to fly away down the corridor.

Now he knew for certain he had to have more of that.