Polyamory (Speedclop)

Prompt

This week's prompt is:

My Own Clone

Start Time: 16:35

Expected Finish Time: 17:44

Actual Finish Time: 17:50

Story

A dark, brittle-looking hoof slammed against the cold rock ground of a cave on the outskirts of Equestria. Its surface was riddled with holes and imperfections, as if whatever dark force created it cared little for aesthetic. It was connected to a body of a similar description, with four such legs, a pair of broken, gossamer wings, and a head with teeth as sharp as diamonds and eyes that glowed a deep red in the darkness. It was not the only member of its race present, instead several inhabited the cave, sitting around the broken remains of somebody else's fireplace. The embers had long since cooled, but none of them required light to see, or heat to live. Their eyes could subsist on the lonely parts of the electromagnetic spectrum that ponies dare not view, and their bodies were comfortable being stone cold; it allowed them to stalk their prey more effectively.

The largest one opened what appeared to be a mouth, revealing row after row of sharp teeth and a forked tongue that snapped in the air, causing a rattle that would have ached the ear of anything that heard it, save for its brothers and sisters, whose black hearts allowed them to feel no pain, no sorrow or fear, or happiness, or love. In theory, anyway.

“Did you see the pink one?” One of their number piped up. His face was smothered in pink kisses. “I've never seen anything fight like that. She had me beat, guys.”

Another raised its hoof to catch the attention of its fellows, wincing halfway through. “You think you had it bad? The blue winged one bites. Not like, small bites, either, she really went for me. It felt amazing.”

A third stretched out a wing. While it was thin and broken, it was also blue. “That's bad? I was the blue one. The purple horny one pinned me down and… Man, she was good. It wasn't just that, though, she knew I was pretending, but I could still feed on her a little.”

All the changelings present nodded. Pink kisses spoke first, “I don't think we could have taken them all otherwise. The pink one moved so fast, nothing I could do slowed her down. She could have killed me, but she didn't, she kissed me.”

“Where?” Blue Wings piped up.

“Everywhere.”

“Woah. Y'know, forget princess candyass, or I think we should be going after these guys.”

The largest one, clearly a leader of sorts, looked up. “You think we could still pull off the invasion?”

“Not a chance, I just want round two with the unicorn.”

Rainbow Dash glided down into Ponyville town centre after a long day of moving clouds, and then napping on them. It had been exhausting work, but thankfully the sun was waning and it was now Saturday night. She thought back to the calendar she had at home; it was her most prized possession. Far from being a boring listing of days and somewhere to write down all the responsibilities she wished she didn't have, it was a guide to live her life by. Of a sort. She liked the Saturday column, because every single box was filled with a single sticker—a scaled-down representation of Twilight Sparkle's cutie mark.

Except for that Saturday, which held another. Such a thing was highly unusual, though Twilight had been known to schedule impromptu threesomes in the past, it was rare and never happened without formal written consent. Even if that formal written consent happened while Dash had a quill in her mouth and a strap-on between her legs, and a pony tongue under her tail. Or two pony tongues. Needless to say, the consent forms rarely remained dry. That particular day's oddities were odder still, however—the day was marked not just with Twilight's mark, but with her own. Dash was, of course, the most amazingly spectacular pony there was, but that didn't mean she could sleep with herself. Even she couldn't fly that fast.

“Hey, Pinkie!” She waved at the bright pink and bouncing stallion below her. “You haven't seen Twilight today, have you?”

“Uh-huh! We had a playdate last night, it was great fun! We had cookies, and orange juice, and sex, and then pancakes!” Pinkie grinned. “It was super fun, you should join in!”

“That's uh… Next Wednesday, I think?” Dash said, thinking back to her own calendar. She tried not to memorise the days to keep everything fresh and surprising, but days with Pinkie Pie had really stuck out since Twilight had changed her into a stallion, and they'd all decided they liked it so much they hadn't gotten around to turning her back yet. Twilight kept promising to derive the mare-ification spell again after Pinkie accidentally destroyed the book containing it, but every time she was close she ended up accidentally spilling a jar of potent, paper-eating acid over it. It was such a waste.

Pinkie nodded. “I'll see you then! I've got some baking to do. Oh, and Fluttershy! Have fun with Twilight, I left her super tired for you!”

Dash grinned. “Thanks, no wonder she made a mistake on the schedule, then. Maybe we'll just cuddle tonight.”

Dash waved her goodbyes to Pinkie and trotted over to Twilight's library. Unusually, the front door was locked, and the windows were closed. That was no real barrier to the pegasus, who knew that the window immediately to the side of Twilight's bed had been broken in a freak screwdriver accident, causing it to no longer lock. Again, this was something Twilight had meant to fix, but every time she tried her tools were destroyed when she accidentally knocked a jar of potent tool-eating acid over them. Such is life, she thought.

Dash pried the window open and climbed inside the library. It was dark and the surface of the floor was covered with books, dust, and research materials. There was evidence of a struggle from the torn sheets and upturned tables, and the entire room smelled like danger. All in all, a regular Saturday night. “Twilight? You in here?” Dash yelled, hoping to force the unicorn out of hiding. “I know you're here, you didn't change the sign out front to Closed!”

There was a noise, like a thud from something heavy hitting the ground, from one of the adjacent rooms. Dash immediately sneaked over to peer through the keyhole. Through it, she saw something black and lined with a thick strip of red; something reflective, but expressive. Something beautiful, even by her standards, and something that was blocking her view of the next room.

“Woah,” Dash said. Or heard. The noise had come from the other room, but it sounded to Dash very much like something she would say, and would have said had she not been interrupted by herself saying it.

“What.” Confused, Dash kicked at the door, easily knocking it from its hinges and pushing it into the other room. Internal damage was something Twilight was quite adept at fixing, not least due to the lack of jars of tool-eating acid left lying around.

“Dash?” Twilight asked, looking at the mare as if she was an impossibility, like a zebra's hex, a Pinkie Pie wearing a suit, or Applejack without a hat on. “Wha- h- that was amazing!”

“Uh, thanks.” Dash stepped forward onto the door and began to walk into the room. The door groaned. “What was that?”

“You? C'mere, Dash, enough showing off. Let's get back to where we were.” Twilight grabbed Dash's mane in a magic grip and yanked the mare into a kiss. Twilight's tongue forcefully explored the pegasus's mouth, hesitantly at first but growing more insistant with every moment. After what felt like minutes, Twilight pushed Dash away.

“Eight out of ten. Texture's right, but she doesn't taste like that.”

The door pushed itself up, revealing another Rainbow Dash lying in the rubble. Her coat was now dirty and her body looked slightly squashed. “Wh- uh… Am I over there? Is this one of those mirror things Rarity keeps whining at me to use?” Dash staggered past her doppelgänger and fell against Twilight's spare guest bed. “Ow…”

The coherent Rainbow Dash took a step back. “I uh, I dunno what you're talking about, Twi. Rarity had me eating some awesome chocolates this morning, maybe you're tasting that?”

“Did my reflection just talk? Can they do that?” Dash stopped for a moment, then sat bolt upright in bed. “Can they do more than that?” She jumped out of bed and began to inspect herself more closely. “Man, my mane looks great. I dunno what Rarity's talking about.” Her nose touched the other her's flank as she moved around inspecting herself. She gave herself a little lick. “Hello, sexy.”

“Hey,” she responded. “You don't look too bad yourself.”

“Uh, girls?” Twilight interrupted. Both Dashes looked at her. “Can I have your attention, please?”

Both Dashes licked their lips. “You can always have my attention, Twi,” one said. “You can have more than just my attention, Twi,” the other said. They looked at each other. “Did we ju-” “Did you j-”

“You can talk?!” both shouted at once, finally realising that the other was not a golem, doll, animated magic shard, hologram, or anything of the like.

“Girls!” Twilight yelled. “Dash-” She pointed to the unkempter Rainbow who had, unfortunately, been crushed by a door- “You're Rainbow. The other one is Dash. Okay, now we can talk to each other.”

“Who wants to talk?” Rainbow said.

“Rainbow has a point, Twi. And she's pretty damn sexy,” Dash continued.

“Ugh, we have to talk, because Dash is a changeling.”

“Am not,” both Rainbow and Dash replied simultaneously.

“Not you, Rainbow. You, Dash,” she said, pointing directly at the pegasus that most recently entered the room.

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

Twilight yanked the changeling's tail, provoking a loud, low groan and a step backwards.

“Agh! That doesn't prove anything! Do it again!”

“Uh, sorry dude,” Rainbow replied, jumping up to rest her forehooves on her duplicate. “I try to keep it a secret, but I-” Rainbow was interrupted as Twilight pulled her tail, too, provoking a high pitched and quiet squeal. She clung on to her own behind for support. “Mmm, yeah… I uh… Yeah. Now you know my secret.”

“No, look,” Dash replied, “You obviously don't actually think I'm a changeling or I wouldn't be able to feed off of your emotions! Seriously, come on, think these things through.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “So you're feeding off of our emotions, huh?”

“Well, yeah, you make it har- oh Chrysalis damnit.” the changeling hung her head in shame. “Sorry, I'm kinda new at this. It was my first invasion, I've never really done this before. You guys were just so nice during the fight, a few of us wanted to come try and see you again.”

“Shouldn't you have like, captured me or something.” Rainbow hugged her clone closer and leaned in to smell her own mane.

“We didn't want to hurt you!”

“I didn't say hurt, I said captured. Our fight was great, I got to make out with so many Twilights.”

“You… Aren't mad? We assumed you'd try to kill us on sight, we did try and take over the kingdom.”

Twilight shrugged. “It's not like you could have actually done it anyway.”

“But… We beat you.”

“No, you tired us out,” Rainbow snapped back, “there's a difference.”

“Why would we fight through an army when I can teleport?” Twilight asked, batting the changeling on her nose with a hoof. “Seriously, that wasn't a fight, it was fun. When do the rest of you guys get here?”

“Uh, not until I give the all-clear and tell them I've successfully infiltrated you guys. That kinda did mean tying you up, Rainbow, so sorry about that.”

Rainbow shrugged and slithered down her copy's back, dropping to her hooves behind herself. “Water under the tail, far as I'm concerned.”

“Don't you mean under the bri-” Dash was cut off by a quick yelp as Rainbow pushed her head through her own tail and gave the changeling's clitoris a quick lick. “Are you g-” She was cut off again as Twilight pushed forward to meet the fake in another kiss.

After a fraction of a second, she pulled back. “More cinnamon.” She kissed again, but again pulled back. “More sugar?” Once more, their lips entwined, rubbing over each other as Twilight sampled the otherworldly delights of her own personal make-your-own Rainbow Dash. “Can you do those fruit swirl things Pinkie makes?”

Dash shook her head. “Sorry, never had one.”

Rainbow's tongue began to lap at Dash's slit. Her promise of water under the tail was starting to become true—the changeling was proving her skill as a shapeshifter by mimicking the symptoms of arousal perfectly. Her tail began to raise, and the set of lips that wasn't currently Twilight's feast began to swell slightly and become damp. Dash groaned in appreciation, hardly able to believe the pony she'd arrived to capture was now pleasuring her in all the ways she'd dreamed of.

“Oh, that's too bad. So you can only replicate tastes you've tasted? How fascinating.”

Rainbow piped up from behind, pulling back the tiniest part of an inch and speaking so close her lips scraped against the false her's clitoris. “Yeah, this tastes like you.” She licked her lips and went back to work, slowly pushing her tongue a little inside, much to the mare's appreciation.

“That's incredible. That happened months ago, and you still remember how I tasted?”

“I co- agh! Could neve- never forget, Twi.”

Twilight Sparkle blushed and raised her hoof to the changeling's cheek. “Well, you didn't get Dash's taste down, but you're sweet enough anyway.”

Twilight leaned forward to give her a peck on the cheek, then flung all three of them into the bed behind her. The Dashes crashed against the wall and fell down into place, and none of them wasted any time. “Do you know how you like it?” Twilight asked. Dash shook her head. “Let's experiment, then.”

Rainbow continued licking down below. She was now diving quite deep, and had brought a hoof up to slowly massage the mare's clitoris. The changeling's face screwed up in pleasure and she began to quietly squeak, trying her best to emulate Dash's apparent mannerisms. Twilight positioned herself over the Dash and waited until she opened her eyes once more.

“Woah,” Dash remarked, staring up at Twilight's slick marehood. “Is that all mine?”

Rainbow licked a little more strongly and pinched “her” clitoris between two hooves, eliciting a heavy groan and heavy breaths. “You treat it well, okay?”

Dash didn't need to be told twice. Her forehooves reached up and grasped Twilight's flank, pulling it down towards her so she was close enough to try and copy what Dash was doing to her. Twilight's reaction gave her the idea she was doing it right—the unicorn's moans and groans were like the finest music to her ears. She tasted magnificant—a hundred times better than she could have imagined. The way her coat felt was mind-blowing, and Dash couldn't help but think she loved that mare.

It terrified her that, even as she began to lose control of her body and her blue form began to loosen, the outpouring of love from her was dwarfed by the connection the real deal felt. Dash didn't know if she could handle that much emotion, never mind feed off of it. Had they targeted this couple, instead of the royal couple, they could have ruled the world.

“Ah! Aagh! Oooh!” she moaned, twisting and arching and shaking and panting as her body was overcome with bliss and her true black, holey form exploded out from within her. Her last concious thoughts were of ensuring the outpouring of sticky fluid from her perfectly-replicated Dashslit met the taste specifications Twilight had given her earlier. Then everything went white, and she couldn't think of anything any more.

The black, twisted, hole-y creature awoke. Throughout her dreams she had felt the affections of two ponies she loved very much, and felt their arms wrap around her. Her dreams had felt safe, and true, and were the best she'd ever had. They were just dreams. She awoke to an empty bed. A tear-duct formed in the corner of her eye and began to produce the necessary fluid for a single tear, a tear made of regrets and broken hopes. A tear that screamed “If only they could have accepted me like I accepted them.” She shakily got out of bed and walked over to the window, pushing it open with a single hoof, and looked outside.

What was she to tell her sisters? “They're great in bed, don't blame us, but they'll tear our hearts in two and leave us starving?” It would ruin them. One defeat was enough, she would have to lie. The two ponies she loved so much, but could never love her back, wouldn't have to deal with them again.

Dash—she decided to keep the name. Few changelings ever took names, save for when they were in somebody else's body, but Dash felt right to her—flexed her wings and grew her flight muscles to be a little stronger. She needed to get out of there fast, before the shock of it really hit her and she began to shut down. A changeling without love was nothing. She was noth-

Rainbow's muzzle nuzzled her on the side of her neck, pushing the unkempt mane to the side. “Hey, sexy, we thought you'd never wake up. C'mon, Pinkie's made some pancakes and brought some of those fruit swirls, the girls are dying to meet you.”

Dash pulled the window closed as she turned. As she walked she started to regain her Dash-form, mixing elements of herself into it to ensure the two could be distinguished. Maybe she could work something out here after all.