A Slave for Love

Months later, Thorax and Pharynx found themselves facing the maulwurf, together, working as a team.

Thorax couldn’t believe how great it felt to fight alongside his brother for once - instead of against him. For once, the whole swarm was behind Pharynx, and Thorax couldn’t have been prouder.

When he finally transformed, it seemed like his love for the hive had changed him at last - changed his outside, at least… But Thorax gulped as he wondered if he was still the same on the inside...

As the celebration ended, Thorax felt Pharynx’s hoof on his shoulder.

“Don’t think this has made anything different between us,” he said, smirking. “I’ll see you tonight…”

Thorax swallowed as he watched his brother off towards another group of changelings who were calling him over, smiling as he was part of the hive again.

***

Pharynx found him later that evening. Thorax had just finished talking to a group of changelings about his plans for creating a new changeling patrol, with Pharynx at the head. Every changeling around could feel the pride swelling in his chest, palpable, so obviously pleased that his brother was finally supporting the swarm instead of trying to ruin things.

Walking alone down one corridor, Thorax hummed a happy tune he’d learned from his pony friends - and then stopped, sensing somebody behind him.

“Pharynx!” Thorax beamed, as he turned around. “I was just talking to Ex...o ...about you…”

Thorax trailed off. Pharynx was wearing a cocky smirk, and he walked forwards - revealing the enormous black ovipositor dangling beneath him. Thorax swallowed. His brother was somehow even more enormous now, and it made his knees weak with lust as well as fear.

“We both know you want this,” Pharynx said, grinning. “So submit, and I’ll fuck you like you need.”

Thorax glanced towards the thin walls of the hive, the entrance that Pharynx had come in through. He knew there was no way he could have sex with Pharynx here without the swarm hearing them.

“N-not here,” he said, nervously, turning to head deeper into the hive. “Somewhere more private.”

Thorax felt Pharynx’s hoof stopping him, spinning him back around. Now the older changeling was almost exactly the same height as Thorax, and he easily pressed their lips together, fangs lingering on the lower one as he pulled away. Thorax trembled from the shamelessness of doing that right there, swallowing, realizing his brother meant to take him there - wanted the rest of the swarm to know exactly what a slut their King was for his own big brother.

There was something else, too. Usually Pharynx’s emotions were hidden behind a veil, a thick skin like the exoskeleton that protected the changeling’s bodies. But now Thorax could taste them all, a rich mixture of flavors that left him dizzy.

There was confidence there, a lot of it, Pharynx utterly certain that his brother would soon be submitting to him, and it made Thorax’s knees weak, believing it more and more himself. Thorax also detected love, although he’d always known his brother loved him, really. That love was part of why Pharynx dominated him this way, knowing how badly his little brother craved being owned and fucked until he could barely walk.

Overwhelmingly, though, Thorax could sense Pharynx’s powerful lust for his brother, the way his body wanted to cling to his and claim him, with his say so or not. As Pharynx grinned wider, narrowing his eyes, Thorax gulped, knowing he had no defenses against the sheer animal arousal of his brother.

“W-we can’t,” Thorax replied, weakly. “The others-”

“I want them to hear,” Pharynx interrupted, smirking. “I want them all to know exactly what their King is like. They deserve to hear the shameless noises you make, too.”

Thorax had no response, trembling with indecision, licking his lips as his ears lay back. Pharynx’s wings buzzed, and he flew around behind Thorax, always one for action more than words. Thorax gasped as he felt his brother’s new, heavier weight on his back, mounting him more easily now.

“Look, you don’t have to crouch anymore,” Pharynx murmured, amused. “...But I can’t promise you won’t end up falling to your knees.”

He nipped Thorax’s ear, and the King moaned, pressing his rump back wantonly as the thin rod between his legs slid out, throbbing. He could feel the head from Pharynx’s own ovipositor, slimy and warm as it was rubbed between his legs. Thorax’s heart stopped - it was bigger, so much bigger now. He wasn’t sure he could even take it, but another part of him demanded he submit, needing to be filled by the even-more-impressive length and take his brother’s loads.

“Y-you’ve changed,” Thorax said, breathlessly, feeling how far back Pharynx had to pull his hips just to line himself up with Thorax’s tight hole. “S-so big!”

“I have… you don’t even know how much,” Pharynx said, cryptically - but before Thorax could ask what he meant, he felt his tip prodding forwards against his entrance.

Hyperventilating, he trembled, grateful for Pharynx’s forehooves clasped around his waist, holding him in place. He let out a gasp, feeling the pressure increase, holding onto the last few moments of being the ‘King’ to his swarm, and not just Pharynx’s fucktoy.

Thorax was so horribly ashamed of what he’d become, of how obediently he allowed the other male to dominate him, of how much he craved it.

He was also hornier than he’d ever been in his life, and the conflict showed in the first lust-filled moan he let out as he was penetrated, the end of Pharynx’s enormous shaft forcing into his backpassage after several long, agonizing moments of feeling the pressure increase, his body finally giving in.

“AHHH! OH! SO… HUGE!” Thorax yelled, his green cheeks firey red as he stomped a hoof on the ground, panting, trying to endure the massive penetration as it stretched his hole beyond belief.

Pharynx just kept plunging deeper, feeling that ring of tautness around his invading member like a steel band, clenching furiously not because Thorax was trying to deny him entry, but because he was just that big now. Thorax cried out, whipping his head around frantically as the absurdly large shaft sank deeper and deeper into his guts, eyes rolling back in his head from the sheer overwhelmingness of just feeling something so huge moving inside him, stretching him open.

“I know you need this, you slut,” Pharynx snarled, jabbing his hips forwards and provoking an ear-splitting screech from the changeling King. “You need to be brought LOW… reminded of your place….”

They could both hear the buzzing of wings as the swarm detected a commotion, heard their King crying out, possibly for help… and then the shocked gasps and retreats as they came closer, sensing the nature of the cries, love and lust and pain rolling off of their King, who wallowed in his shameful sluttiness as he was fucked by his own brother.

Thorax whimpered, ears back, squeezing his eyes closed, knowing everyone knew now what was happening. The gossip would travel fast, and by morning, he wouldn’t even be able to look his subjects in the eye, knowing they were all aware now that he was his brother’s willing broodslut.

And still, all he could do was moan, throwing his head back as he felt that enormous hardness begin to work back and forth inside him, churning his guts with insistent shoving and tugging back and forth. His cries of pained pleasure reverberated off the walls of the hive, as Pharynx grunted rhythmically, pumping his slimy ovipositor in and out of his little brother’s backpassage.

“I’m g-going to fill you with my young,” Pharynx snarled. “Then everybody in the swarm will see your true place - underneath a real male, taking his loads, baring his brood…”

“Ohh! Please, Pharynx!” Thorax begged, hazily unsure if that was a real claim, or if Pharynx was bluffing, but so aroused he didn’t care, panting eagerly as he shoved himself back against the huge length that was shoved right up inside him again and again.

“You need it, don’t you,” Pharynx said, demanding a response with every harsh thrust of his hips that rammed his ovipositor deep into Thorax with a loud squelch. “Tell your big brother how much you want to be filled with his eggs, stomach swollen with my brood…”

“PLEASE! I’m your slu-slut, I need to carry your eggs, impregnate me, oh, please, please Thorax!” he cried out, full of shame but taking the plunge now, his body seized by the bliss of being rutted so hard by something so big.

He needed it, craved being defiled and used by his brother in the ultimate way, his own ovipositor quivering as he was fucked hard towards his peak… And towards his fate as an incubator for his brother’s clutch.

The gargantuan length inside him seemed to be swelling bigger and bigger, as Pharynx growled and snarled, his deep voice rumbling in the back of his throat as he pounded Thorax, gripping him, clinging, ready to fill him, claim him, deeper than he ever had been before… With a sudden roar, Pharynx slammed his length home, poking it as deep in as it could go… and began to unload.

Thorax shuddered, eyes wide as time seemed to stop, feeling first that gush of familiar warmth inside him… and then something else, a hard, oval-shaped lump, stretching the walls of Thorax’s ovipositor, and his own well-used passage. As he felt the first egg being deposited deep inside him, Thorax came, thrashing and moaning as his brother latched on, grunting each time he pumped another of his clutch into his baby brother.

Thorax moaned with shame and bliss as he felt Pharynx’s shaft holding firm inside him, the only motion the waves of ripples travelling up along it as gelatinous egg after gelatinous egg was squeezed up and out by powerful spasms, pushing deep inside of Thorax.

Thorax was beginning to feel full now, but they kept coming, more and more, swelling his stomach, stretching him out. He whimpered weakly, but Pharynx merely hung on tight, making sure to implant every last egg inside the warmth of his brother. Finally, he shuddered, releasing one last drop of ooze… and then aggressively dragging his length out of Thorax.

“AH!” Thorax yelped, feeling the harsh withdrawal from his tender, well-used backpassage. He could feel the eggs pulsing slightly inside him, and he wobbled woozily, aware he was now full of his brother’s young, feeling how the sheer mass inside made his tummy bulge dramatically. He lay down on his side, squeezing his eyes shut, not sure if he was more full of shame or lust over this new situation.

“I’ll go tell the rest of the hive to prepare an area for you to lay in,” Pharynx sneered, as he looked down at his ruined brother, moaning, collapsed, panting on his side, stomach swollen with eggs. “They should know you’ve been impregnated.”

Thorax weakly opened his mouth to protest, but Pharynx was already gone - and by the cheer that Thorax heard a few moments later, he’d already told them.

Now he was his brother’s breeding slut - and everybody knew it. Thorax gulped as he stroked his stomach, full of his brother’s clutch. They’d grow inside him for a few days, incubating and being nourished by him, until he laid them in a nest prepared for the occasion. They would certainly be bigger going out than coming in - Thorax winced just imagining how stretched he’d feel when that happened…

***

“The King doesn’t want to be disturbed! Leave him alone.”

Thorax could hear his brother giving orders to the rest of the swarm. Pharynx had been taking over more and more of his duties lately. Thorax was grateful for that, but he was a little worried… he was supposed to be King, but lately he didn’t feel like a leader at all, just a container for his brother’s eggs…

Speaking of which… Thorax groaned as he got clumsily to his hooves. He could barely walk, belly bulging with eggs. He could feel his muscles churning, moving the clutch into position for laying, lining up inside him… With a gasp, he felt them clench, urging him to push his precious load out into a waiting nest.

“PH-Pharynx!” Thorax called, with a groan. “Is the nursery hive ready?”

Pharynx’s head poked into the cavern where Thorax stood, wincing and trembling as more spasms racked his body.

“You’re ready to lay my brood, little brother?”

“Y-yes!” Thorax replied, urgently. “I can’t hold it back much longer.”

“This way,” Pharynx said decisively, leading Thorax to the nest.

There was no hope of the king flying there… Thorax merely stumbled along as quickly as possible, his stomach aching, feeling his muscles contracting desperately as they tried to make him expel the eggs inside. Various changelings bowed as he passed, eyes wide as they stared at his swollen stomach, knowing what was inside.

Thorax managed a weak smile at some of them as he hurried - relatively speaking,- past them. As he finally reached the nursery, he was quivering all over, racked with contractions. Pharynx grunted his approval as Thorax entered the centre of the room, a small hollow dug and lined with fresh grass and flowers, bound together with the sticky dried saliva of other changelings. Thorax had to smile at the flowers - his brother could be a brute, but at least he cared…

“NGhh… It’s coming!” Thorax announced, lowering himself to allow the first egg to exit his body.

He grunted and strained, feeling some of the mucus that lubricated his passage dribble out, onto the waiting nest. Moaning, Thorax squeezed his eyes shut, trembling, as he felt his body convulse, his hole stretching first a little - and then spreading more and more, the band of muscle forced open wide as the long, semi-transluscent egg was slowly expelled.

At the widest point, Thorax gasped, panting with pain, but also a unique, almost orgasmic kind of pleasure, swollen with eggs and being rewarded for bringing them into the world… With a final cry, he forced out the first egg, laying it in the nest, panting, as a wave of sheer pleasure rocked his body.

He didn’t have long to enjoy it, though. A few seconds later, and he felt his body trembling, the second egg sliding into position, trying to follow its sister out of Thorax’s gaping passage. He lowered his haunches once more, and grunted, feeling the muscles of his inner walls squeezing, pushing the egg to its exit.

When Queen Chrysalis had done this, she’d laid the eggs far apart, some stuck on walls or high up to represent differences in rank - Thorax didn’t understand it clearly, but the temperature difference supposedly created physiological differences in the grubs, making sure they grew into what they were assigned.

Maybe instinct had driven her to do it that way, or it had been her choice. Whatever the reason, Thorax’s instincts told him to lay the clutch close together, nestled in the same bed, warming one another slowly as the grubs grew inside. He gasped as he suddenly felt the second egg stretching his entrance, dropping beside the first.

Tears were in his eyes now, as he constantly convulsed and pushed, his muscles straining around egg after egg, his stomach growing less swollen but still aching as it was slowly emptied. Every time he pushed a slimy larval egg out of himself, Thorax moaned and rolled his hips, panting as he was gripped by new pleasure… that soon died down as another new egg took the place of the previous one, his body urging him to eject it into the nest with the others.

“AHhhh,” Thorax whimpered, gritting his teeth as he came to the last egg.

Perhaps it had been forced to the end because it was so very large, because it was huge. Thorax was almost afraid it would rip him open, his body quaking violently as he tried to spread himself wide enough to expel it.

Thorax’s heart pounded like a bass drum as the tip of it slowly began to poke out… and then, with a guttural shriek, he bore down hard, the last egg squirting out of his body. Powerful tremors ran through him, and he moaned, gasping, shuddering as he orgasmed… before stumbling backwards out of the nest, falling onto his belly, looking at the iridescent eggs he’d laid with a strange feeling of pride.

Unlike the ones Chrysalis had laid, Thorax’s eggs were shiny and brightly colored, a rainbow that flickered in the light. Through the shells, he could make out the shapes of little grubs inside.

“Are you done?” Pharynx asked, having walked up behind Thorax without him noticing.

“Y-yes, I think so,” Thorax replied, smiling, dazed from orgasm and trembling with pleasure.

Pharynx lay down beside him, looking at the clutch of eggs. The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile, and he nuzzled Thorax with surprising tenderness.

“Nice job,” Pharynx said, gruffly. “...You better be ready for tomorrow, because I think we should start working on more as soon as possible.”

Thorax’s ears shot up, as he realised Pharynx’s intent - to breed him constantly, over and over, his role no longer the king, but his brother’s slut, days devoted to being fucked and bred and laying more and more eggs. Like Pharynx had always said, his only job would be being bred and used by a more virile male, while Pharynx become respected as the true leader, Thorax humiliated and panting in the background, full of his brother’s cum and eggs…

And despite the foreboding in his stomach… Thorax found himself loving the idea of finally embracing his place, permanently.