Oviposition

To Twilight, this was all even more than just pulling the next Element into the fold. Ginger would be the first egg sack for a second hive that she planned to build under Sweet Apple Acres, the first of many across Equestria. After all, traveling all the way to the badlands and back was a pain even if teleportation was used, and it’d be more efficient to have changelings easily available in every city any time a pony needed to be tortured or raped, which was always of course, for the good of Equestria!

“Your first egg sack,” purred Twilight as she licked up Applejack’s face, dragging Ginger’s limp shivering body towards them as the little one cried quietly in her intense agony. Twilight looked down at the foal. “What a stupid creature. Don’t you understand that you haven’t experienced even a fraction of the agony that you are capable of? Don’t worry though, you’ll soon be enlightened, our fresh little rape meat.”

“W-why…” was all Ginger could utter before vomiting on the floor, leaving a trail of bloody sick as she was hooved over to Applejack’s eager shivering grasp.

Applejack’s quivering hooves took the gift, eyes wide with desire as she took in the foal’s terror at looking upon her. She didn’t want to disappoint the little one’s anticipation of the torture that would follow, and was determined to work hard to exceed her expectations.

“So, uh, ah still outrank her right?” Applebloom asked. “Bein’ royal and all.” She sat with her friends still, Scootaloo having started to go down on her ovipositor as Sweetie ate out her tailhole from behind.

“Of course, you’re royalty,” Twilight smiled at her. “But don’t forget that every drone is important. Even those that die before hatching are important sources of pleasure and nourishment.”

“Ah dun care what rank ah am,” Applejack panted as she ran her long tongue over Ginger’s body, feeling it writhe weakly against her. “As long as ah’m workin’ hard fer the good of the Hive.”

“Unlike with stupid ponies,” Twilight nodded. “Changelings all accept their position and savor it. They all work hard, even if it’s to work hard pleasuring another changeling with their death… though that won’t be either of you, yet at least. Applejack, you have a LOT of foals and grubs to fuck before we even consider that.”

Applejack nodded dreamily, staring into Ginger’s eyes and slowly licking her face as she lowered the little one down to her ovipositor. She was more and more able to absorb the emotions, and savored them all the more as they grew more intense. She moaned at the fear spike as her ovipositor touched against the filly’s behind. She never imagined she’d be doing this to a filly for the crimes of trying to sell her bad cookies and not being raped enough as a baby, but now wondered why she hadn’t.

“What’re we gonna do with those cookies anyway?” Applebloom asked, overhearing Applejack’s thoughts now that she was hive-minded with them.

“Feed them to the pigs to be turned into pig shit!” Sweetie suggested. That seemed reasonable, though Twilight was slightly worried that Sweetie seemed to like all shit instead of having an overwhelming preference for changeling slime. She supposed it was part of Bloom's experiment though, so she'd let it go.

“Why is no one cumming in me?!” screeched Scootaloo, eyes wide and whole body shaking like an epileptic leaf in a forest fire. It was the most adorable fit of withdrawal that they'd ever seen.

Twilight went over to pay the cute little addicts attention, leaving Applejack to create her special first egg sack on her own. Applejack punctured the little one's gaping hole, using her new telekinesis to pull the gory passage tight around her ovipositor, relaxing at the feeling of a warm victim on her shaft again.

“That’s it, we’ll take it slow sugar cube,” Applejack encouraged Ginger. “Ah promise it’ll be even more terrifying and painful than ya think.”

“But why…” Ginger cried once again.

“Cause yer sexy little unused pussy was offensive,” Applejack explained again. “This is all yer fault ya know, not that ah ain’t thankful for the opportunity.”

Applejack kissed Ginger deeply, forcing her long tongue into her throat to choke her, the foal only able to stare up at her tormentor as AJ moved her up and down on the shaft like the fleshlight she now was. She felt her spines drag around the insides, slicing them apart more and more. Using her magic, she tugged down what remained of the filly’s immature womb down, pulling it over her shaft like a condom to push up into it, ready to inject the first eggs of Ginger’s long tormented existence.

“I’m so glad I figured out how to make egg sacks immortal,” Twilight sighed, admiring her own gift of suffering to all their victims. “It gives them so much more to look forward to. My brother would be long-dead by now without that instead of being the most-used egg sack back at the Hive.” She giggled. "He's become such an egg slut, yet somehow still isn't used to it."

Twilight pulled Scootaloo, who was now sobbing herself in despair of not having a cock in her for several whole minutes, over to her. She extended her ovipositor, branching it out into waving, throbbing tentacles, and Scootaloo’s weeping morphed into moaning the moment she felt the slimy protrusions slide around her torso. More branched out still, another three wrapping themselves around Sweetie’s torso, though the filly was too busy sucking up the layer of slime on the floor to notice.

Applebloom climbed up onto her mommy as she watched her sister instead, but grinded her rump on the writing tentacles, so Twilight pushed out another two which penetrated into Applebloom’s rear passages. The filly sighed contentedly, sharing a passionate kiss with Twilight as she simply relaxed and enjoyed the missed presence of the one that created her new wonderful life.

“So Shinin’ is at tha Hive…” Applejack noted as she received more information. “And that slut Cadance… always wanted ta fuck both of them, but I’ll probably go over when Shining is about to hatch a load so ah kin fuck them too… oh and they have a daughter now, and she’s a little rape monster! Oh ah’m DEFINITELY gonna nail her cute little puss.” It was good to see her planning sexy deeds for her long future with them. She sighed. "Family sure is important; ah can't wait to reduce some of mah old family to egg sacks so ah kin feel the same as you."

But for the present, she was dutifully concentrating on her task. Ginger’s body bulged out as her womb was stuff, the long ovipositor pushing up through it to press against the back. Applejack panted as her thrusting became shorter but far heavier, the foal’s pelvis cracking slightly from the heavy impacts as Applejack lapped the tears from her face and forced her into another kiss, soaking up her delicious emotions while injecting her with magical energy to make sure she stayed fully aware and in pain. She was catching on so fast.

The first egg churned through her shaft, grown so large that it could be seen sliding through her, followed by another and another. Ginger panicked more as she felt them swell out her little tush, having some small understanding of what was happening at least. She shook her head pleadingly, trying to speak again but only choking on Applejack’s sticky tongue instead. All she could do was weep now at her delicious fate as the first eggs pushed free from Applejack’s tip and began slowly filling up her womb.

As the mutagen from Applejack’s stinging cock affected her, Ginger’s chest heaved, vomiting up a chunk of raw gore as her body began to expel the organs that it would no longer need, and that was most of them. Applejack moaned and tore into the flesh as it emerged, eating it open mouthed in front of her to make sure that she got to see every piece. When Ginger tried to close her eyes, Applejack growled, dragging her teeth over her face and slicing carefully through the eyelids so that she wouldn't have to miss seeing anything.

She was determined to drag every ounce of torture she could out of this tiny little soul; nothing but the best would do for her new family, which Ginger was now going to be a part of. This load of eggs were the first to be implanted here, the first batch of sexy changelings to replace her dumb hick family on the farm, and she wanted to make sure it was done right. How could she forgive herself if Ginger didn’t get the full experience?

Twilight watched Applejack enjoy herself as she continued to keep the more intelligent foals company. Scootaloo and Sweetie were both raised off the floor, bodies undulating between thrusting tentacles as they were tossed about. Scootaloo just enjoyed being penetrated from all sides, but Sweetie started to whine a bit, so Twilight carefully formed the tentacle into her mouth to have an orifice, squeezing rich green changeling scat up through its length. Sweetie squealed with excitement when she felt it surging upwards towards her and began nursing happily.

Applebloom continued to ride Twilight, hips rolling together as they enjoyed one another’s bodies, but their attention was focused on Applejack and Ginger. Wanting to comfort Ginger and help her adjust to her new life, Twilight tweaked at her tiny clit with her magic, driving a stinging agony down inside her like a long needle up through her urinary tract. Ginger convulsed, vomiting violently in a fashion as the forced orgasm rocked her body, the first she’d ever had. Her weak sobbing became a loud bellow at the renewed pain, becoming a convulsing tunnel of pleasure for Applejack.

It wasn’t long before Applejack had packed the womb full to capacity. She could keep pushing until it burst, but it seemed kinder to ease their new egg sack into it by filling every organ separately, thereby giving her more of the rape that she’d been so cruelly deprived of. Applejack yanked back from her womb, sealing it shut with a splurt of slime, then fished around in her torn gut before finding her intestines.

Snaking her ovipositor into there, Applejack held the flesh around her dick using her telekinesis and began thrusting again, pushing out the eggs already stretching her shaft out and fucking them deeper into the lower digestive tract. Ginger’s body was already bloating, looking down in fresh horror at her distending belly, the lumps of eggs visible as a shivering little hoof felt over it, unable to comprehend how this was happening to her.

“Don’t worry, little one,” Twilight comforted. “It won’t kill you or anything, so you’ll get plenty of more opportunities to suffer through this state again and again. And from my experiments, you won’t ever get used to it. Quite the opposite in fact; it will be worse agony every time! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Lucky little slut,” Applebloom grunted. “We’ll never feel as much torment as her; ah envy her.”

“Hear that, sugar cube?” Applejack licked her face as she continued to messily expel eggs into her gaping posterior. “This is such an honor for weak pony flesh like you. Not every pony is gonna get ta suffer an eternity of this!”

“... hate you…all...” Ginger sobbed before going into another fit of gags.

Applejack was taken aback at the thanklessness of her victim, but she couldn’t let the wicked little pony get to her. All she could do was make sure she understood by giving her more of the beautiful gift, no matter how much the monster declined it. She renewed her efforts as the child’s body swelled further, pumping in a few more eggs before withdrawing again. She spurted out thick green spunk to seal around her posterior, leaving several tight orifices for the egg sack care-givers to give her more love. Perhaps eventually she’d realize that they did this for her own good and that constant rape and agony were the only way for a pony to be truly happy.

She ripped the shaft free again, turning Ginger around to her thankless little muzzle that had so cruelly tried to bully Applejack into ceasing her righteous work of foal-rape. Ginger tried to move her head away, but she couldn’t escape the thick meat ramming down her tight throat, determined to give her this blessing whether she wanted it or not.

Applejack picked up the whole bloated body, ramming her throat now, flesh rippling and round shape undulating within her filled body. She continued to expel the eggs, waves of pleasure sliding through her with each thrust as she unloaded the remaining new lives. She couldn’t wait for them to hatch so that she could show them her love to, and she’d work hard to make sure to fuck every single new grub at the secondary hive, stillborn included. She’d show how great of a friend she was!

“EeeeeWHAT-THE-FUCK!” said a voice from the door. It was Big Mac’s, having come down to the basement to look for them. With his impressive strength, he hadn’t even noticed that the door was locked when he opened it. It made Twilight consider how strong he’d be as a changeling...

“OH hay Mac!” Applejack waved, pushing the last few eggs into her victim, making sure not to be so thoughtless as to leave any out.

“Hay Mac!” Twilight said as well. “Come fuck some fillies with us!” She left out what was going to happen to him while fucking the fillies, there was no point in explaining true bliss to such a brainless creature anyway.

“What theeeee…. Eeyuup.” Mac blinked and slowly came down the stairs. Well at least he was sane enough not to turn down some underage pussy, and it wasn't like the foal he saw them probably murdering in grotesque fashion was anypony he knew.

“Ya know Mac,” said Applejack, sliding the limp but circular body of Ginger off her dick, letting her roll sloppily a few hoofsteps as she groaned out a few weak sobs. “It’s impressive how little stamina you have as strong as ya are. Ah think with a little extra effort… we could fix that.”

“Wait…” Mac squinted at Applejack, as if just realizing that she and Twilight might look a bit different in the dark basement. “Did you lose weight, Applejack? Especially the legs… and Twilight… aren’t you dead? Ah don’t remember you having tentacles either.”

Again, Twilight didn’t bother to explain. Why should she? He’d know everything after they were done with him and he was part of the hive mind. Instead, she relied on the one thing every adult pony should understand even if they don’t: sex with an underage relative. She pried Applebloom’s sticky body off her ovipositors, and threw her face-first at Big Mac.

Applebloom clung to his face, screeching and sending the sputtering stallion back to slam into a wall behind him and slump to the floor as he struggled. He screamed in return when he felt her spiny changeling dick sliding against his neck, and Applebloom rolled her eyes back at the vibrations as they rolled through her body. She was finally getting to experience what she’d seen Flurry have so much fun with, tormenting her formerly useless family into submission for the Hive! And friendship probably!

“Ah already tried out yer cock,” said Applebloom, even if he didn’t remember it. “And honestly it wasn’t that impressive, so ah’m just gonna ram mah stinger in yer head this time.”

“I get his cock!” Scootaloo shrieked so loudly that she had a short gagging fit. While she couldn’t fly across the room as well as Applebloom, she could gallop headfirst into his groin, slamming into him harder than intended for an amusing grunt on his part.

Sweetie was too busy giggling for a battle cry, but they knew what hers would have been anyway. She galloped over and yanked his leg out of the way, trying to get to his ass as Scootaloo was grinding her little twat all over his emerging shaft. Though still not changelings, they had certainly elevated themselves to a more civilized state at least, eager to help gangfuck a stallion into submission.

For Applejack’s part, she wasn’t as enthused about him since she wasn’t pretending to prefer dirty cuntless stallions anymore, and she’d already had his large yet unimpressive cock in her plenty as well. She supposed she should just cling to the other side of his head. It was so cute when her hot little sister did it; too bad she wasn’t as small…

Wait! She was a changeling now, so that wasn’t a problem! Concentrating, she shrunk herself down to Applebloom’s size, flying across the room towards their big brother’s cranium. As he shook his head violently to try and fling off the face hugger, AJ latched to the back of his skull instead.

“This is perfect!” Twilight smiled. “This will be a great test of Scootaloo’s new ability too. Why don’t you both ram your stinger dick into his head and lay an egg in his brain? A bad lay like him doesn't deserve to be any higher than a feral changeling.”

Twilight herself had been taught in more detail, as had Applebloom, but really laying an egg in someone’s brain was just a common sense task, so maybe actually explaining it was overkill and they could save time by just letting the changelings follow their instincts. It was worth a try at least!

As for Twilight, she wasn’t going to be left out when there was a screaming stallion with a multitude of foals latched onto him. She shifted into a younger version of herself as well, or at least what her younger self would have looked like if she’d been fortunate enough to be raped into a changeling by her Mother earlier in life.

Of course there was the issue that Mac had no fun bits not in use, and as a pony he was both unable to shift and too evil to want to please his rapists anyway. Twilight wouldn’t take ‘not enough holes’ for an answer though!

Using an x-ray spell, Twilight watched his organs slosh around from his thrashing a bit before morphing one hoof into a spear and stabbing him in the gut, a precision strike to make a nice tight hole. She then shifted protrusions from the spear, twisting it around like a drill to wind up some of his intestines into a tight passage.

Mac quickly went from anticipating foal pussy to confused thrashing at the sudden charge of tiny bodies, gagging at the twisting of his guts, selfishly wanting an easy, painless life more than he wanted to pleasure the Princess of the Hive. He tried to kick where he could, but all he could see was his little sister’s dick as it slid over his eyes, dragging her spines across them as he clenched them shut, blood oozing down his face.

“Oh sis, ah’m so glad yer with us now!” Applebloom sighed as she deeply kissed Applejack over Mac’s head. As she did so, she drew her hips back, sharpening her shaft into a solid stinger, then slammed her hips violently forward, a burst of magic surging through her dick and cracking open his skull right between the eyes, eliciting a wonderful shriek.

Applejack wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but she did as her sister was doing, wanting to catch up on proper changeling etiquette. Luckily changeling etiquette didn’t include galas or stupid dresses like ponies did. She drew her own hips back, carefully shaping her shaft into a stinger like Applebloom’s, stiffening it into steel, then ramming it into the back of her brother’s head.

Her own power surprised her when his skull cracked on the first ram. A few more hammers of her hips split him wide open and she felt the gooey brainy center just beyond. She shivered as she pushed between the stringy lobes, then felt Applebloom’s own stinger as they met half-way through. Applebloom’s stinger hit hers head on, prying open the tight urethra and sending a shiver of magical energy up through her.

Their hips slammed in repeatedly at the same time, colliding constantly in the middle. Each time, they’d have a brief jousting match where one of them would slide into the others stinger, stretching it out and eliciting moans from them over the gurgles of agony now coming from Big Mac.

The fun continued on his hind-end as well. Scootaloo’s tight snatch still took a few moments to push over his erection since she lacked a changeling’s strength, but she was determined to get it inside. As it did, her body convulsed as she salivated and rolled her eyes back, the injection of a fat cock the only thing she now craved.

Mac got a bit more than that though as her pussy dug claws into him, grasping him solidly and tearing at his flesh slightly as she moved against him, but also injecting venom to keep him from bleeding enough to go soft. Her own tiny stinger rammed into his urethra from within her, and would have elicited another squeal if his brain wasn’t already overcome with the agony he felt.

Now that Sweetie was aware of her power, she knew exactly what to do, cupping her muzzle over his anus and ramming her tongue inside. The prickly spines injected him with her venom, and he felt his body heave as his bowels ejected everything within them for her to savor. Determined to get it all, she clasped his behind in both forehooves and bit at his ass to try to keep any from escaping, gulping down chunks of increasingly less-digested food as it was expelled with a series of gassy noises. Twisted as they were, his body had to heave extra hard to squeeze his waste out through the intestines, but the poison did the trick.

Twilight watched her family with pride as they used the stallion for their pleasure and productivity, and wasn’t about to be left out. She pushed into his gut wound, taking a moment to enjoy the slickness of his intestines around her. When his bowels evacuated they convulsed, bringing her another moan as she began thrusting. She felt Sweetie’s long tongue sliding up through the tightly twisted intestines, forcing its way as deeply as it could, intent on slurping out every last drop to feast on.

“Yer doin’ great sis,” encouraged Applebloom between kisses with her sister. “Now… just a single egg.”

Applebloom had used up all the eggs fertilized by Twilight, but that didn’t keep her from making and fertilizing one of her own. She looked down to smile at it as it bulged up the base of her stinger, crawling forward with tiny little claws scratching its way forward through the slimy exterior.

Applejack followed her sister’s shining example, every new step making her more certain of her choice to join the enlightened. The stretching of her dick shook her with new pleasure, the little clawing mass different than just spurting in solid eggs. She licked her lips, already imagining how it would tear apart her brother’s brain. Soon enough her brother would be a hunk that wouldn’t pass out after one quick bang, not to mention would be a herm like the rest of them, so she wouldn’t have to feel icky and straight after banging him in the future.

Scootaloo squealed as her own body did much the same, using the sperm and mass that Applebloom had injected inside her earlier. She convulsed, clinging to Big Mac and unable to control her body movements as her own egg pushed rapidly up through the tiny stinger and made its way up through to Big Mac’s shaft as well. Mac could do nothing but let tears run down his bloody face as he stared in shock, unable to fathom what was happening or why.

Twilight decided that Scootaloo’s process would take too long in this instance, so used her horn to give the little crawler strength. The writhing mass moved rapidly up through Mac’s shaft and into his urinary tract. Rather than carefully working its way into his gut so as to not cause too much damage as it normally would, it raced up through him, tearing apart his organs indiscriminately as it went.

Sweetie grunted in frustration as a little shit-slop escaped around her lips, pushing it up with her hoof and trying to snort it instead in desperation to get every last bit inside her feces-hungry stomach. She gagged, her face turning blue from lack of air, but didn’t stop. All other priorities had been pushed far below her new programming to devour scat.

Twilight blessed the eager Sweetie’s tongue as well, lengthening it with her magic far beyond what would normally be possibly for a partly morphed pony. It wound up through Mac’s entire system, rippling all the way through until it pushed up through his stomach even. Mac gagged in confusion as he felt something welling up from beneath, then looked down in cross-eyed confusion as a tongue that wasn’t his own emerged from his muzzle and whipped about, caked in his own bloody shit.

“Shh, just let it happen,” Twilight patted Mac’s shivering cheek with a hoof as she continued to ram her pulsating shaft into his bleeding gut. “Just a little longer and you’ll welcome pain like this, life will be so much easier for you… not to mention your massive cock will be able to give us more than massive disappointment.”

“Applejack… Applebloom…” Mac managed to speak as blood bubbled from his throat and Sweetie’s tongue whipped about, giving Applebloom’s balls a massage in front of his muzzle. “Ah’m gonna die… please stop…”

“It ain’t like that big bro,” Applebloom comforted him. “Just the current you will die an agonizing death, the new you will live in a paradise where ya kin rape, snuff, and corpse-fuck all ya want! Just imagine you writhing in a pit of rotten foal and grub corpses with yer dick balls-deep in maggot-ridden underage flesh and you’ll feel way better!”

Unfortunately her gentle words didn’t get through to him and he just screamed louder, for some reason his terror reaching a new height. It was almost as if he didn’t look forward to doing that, though the emotion wasn’t unpleasant for the changelings feasting on his fear at least. The spawn from Applebloom’s dick pried his skull open further to claw its way inside, now fully emerged from its shell and eager for some literal mindfucking. Mac could only look up at it with wide eyes in abject horror of what it’d do when it got inside his splitting cranium.

Applejack watched eagerly, moving her hooves to Mac’s skull as the crack extended over the top. She pried it open with a loud crack to fully exposed the brain meat inside, watching her own adorable terror crawl from her shaft, stretching her tip pleasantly and lapping at Mac’s brain in anticipation.

At the same time, the larva that Scootaloo had unwittingly contributed made its way up through his neck, climbing outside his esophagus and then burrowing up into his skull, sliding around his brain stem from beneath. The grub kissed it passionately and shoved his tiny erect shaft upwards between the noodly gray matter, feeling the stringy hot flesh around his pulsating shaft.

Altogether the three larvae pushed into his brain, grinding and squealing with squeaky moans as they penetrated the soft flesh. The claws dug deep as their bodies undulated, slowly melting against his brain as they joined with it. Applebloom and Applejack’s larvae kissed passionately over top of his brain, much like the sisters did over his head at the same time. Big Mac’s screams devolved into gurgles as they gangraped his brain into submission.

“Cum inside me you asshole!” Scootaloo was a bit less polite since she wasn’t a full changeling. “Everypony says you go off like nothing so why aren’t you going off in me, faggot!”

Of course the reason was the sheer amount of pain he was in, which fragile pony bodies reacted negatively to instead of getting off on it as any normal creature would. Her own little stinger violently ramming his urethra during the act as her pussy clenched its fang-like protrusions into his erection probably didn’t help.

Sweetie was getting a bit upset for her part when he ran out of substance to expel for her, growling as she lashed her tongue out further. She managed to find Applebloom’s little rump and pushed into her anus instead, squealing happily as she felt the familiar taste of her mother’s hole around it. The beautiful tongue she’d been gifted with opened up like a hose, slurping up greasy slime from Applebloom’s behind and funneling it through Big Mac’s body, quite a long trip but at least she got to taste it all the way down.

“Shhh, just a little more,” Twilight encouraged as she licked his chin. “Don’t take Scootaloo being a little bitch to heart. I know making new friends can be painful, but you’ll look back at this as the best thing that ever happened to you once your a studly drone instead of a one-pump chump. As someone that fucked you as a pony, trust me this will be an improvement.”

Twilight shivered as she continued pumping into his gut, but carefully held back her neck orgasm. He’d be far more worthy of having his raw organs bathed in her seed in just a little while after all. She could already feel his body undulating slightly against hers.

Mac tried as so many had to resist the mental warping, but found himself giving in rather rapidly. The tiny grubs continued to impale his brain, their shafts lengthening until they were sliding against one another inside him. Their bodies were melting into his brain to further upgraded, barely distinguishable other than pulsating masses of flesh upon it.

Applebloom and Applejack didn’t stop their love-making to their lucky brother’s head either. They pulled back from their initial entry points, letting that spot heal over with new flesh as they instead each pushed against the tiny bottom of the larvae they’d just expelled into him. Applebloom’s cock invaded her own newborn’s asshole, prying it open and squishing inside before shoving up through its gut. As he was mostly melted, her cock shoved right through his gut and into Mac’s own melting gray matter.

Applejack was especially delighted when she did the same and found the little grub had a pussy as well. Sex with Mac would be so much hotter in the future if he had underage pussy melted into his brain. She pushed open the pure virginity on her newborn, feeling the tight cherry snap around her, though the spot of blood wasn’t visible due to the gore now covering her entire front side. She shivered violently as she plowed her youngest pussy to date, though she was sure she’d go younger when she got a chance to rip out some fetuses.

The tiny behinds still undulated back against them as Big Mac’s brain reshaped, and his body began to change as well. His skin melted off more rapidly than Twilight had expected, sliding off his body like soggy red cereal as dark red chitin began to replace it. His eyes rolled back and then solidified their green color as his gargled shrieks were slowly replaced by moans. His head began to pull itself back together, but Applejack and Applebloom continued tearing it back open, his body convulsing with pleasure now with each sickening crack.

“Yes! Embrace your new self!” Twilight encouraged as she felt his pleasure welling up. The act was no less painful for him than before, but now he loved every sharp jab of sickening agony that ripped through him. The useless pony he was slipped into the background as his mind devolved into prioritizing the same things as ever feral drone: obedience and fucking.

Now having a proper response to pain, Mac grasped Scootaloo in all four legs, ramming into her several more times and intentionally slamming her stinger into him at the same time. The claws dragging on his dick only made him go off harder as he expelled his load deep into her tiny snatch. She squealed happily, her eyes twitching violently as she flailed about.

Sweetie was meanwhile rewarded as some of his replaced organs began to expel out of his behind. In her scat-loving frenzy, she mistook it for cherry-flavored shit, and continued to nom down every bit that she could even as it overflowed all over herself and the floor beneath her.

Now that he was more worth her cum, Twilight let herself go over as well, the thick royal sperm bathing his insides and swirling around his twisted intestinal tract shortly before it was evacuated out his behind with the rest of the replaced filth and a new one began to grow in.

Twilight was impressed at how rapidly it occurred. Not only that, but his muscles were bulging out larger than any other feral changeling she’d made. Without changeling flexibility, he’d have been completely unable to move with such massive bulk covering his body. She wondered if the manner that hew as created, having three larvae invade his brain at the same time, had caused him to become a different sort of changeling. More than that, she wondered what she could do to make other types.

Applebloom and Applejack were shortly behind Twilight in their orgasms. Big Mac’s brain inflated slightly before several holes formed and sprayed out fountains of bloody spunk to relieve the pressure inside. Even as it did so, they let his head heal over as his horn began to form, but there was another side effect to the rare treatment he received.

The places where his sisters were penetrating him healed over with an open hole, even forming a permanent orifice in his brain. Of course any changeling could do this with shifting, but it was interesting for him to have it in his basic form. Twilight would definitely have to take notes.

“I think… that went well…” Twilight panted. “Are we going to unleash your friends, Princess Bloom?”

“Yeah sure,” Bloom nodded. “Ah’ll load up Scoot with some more eggs and let her prowl around town tempting as many stallions as she can into her little foal hole, and I’ll make sure they forget exactly what happened after the procedure. We should start getting news of spontaneous transformations into ferals within Ponyville in a few weeks.”

“Excellent!” said Twilight. “I suppose Sweetie won’t be quite as useful, but having a little shit demon prowling around the school should make for some interesting articles in the Foal Free Press, if nothing else. With our new heavy-duty sperm bank here, I think this new branch of the Hive is off to a stunning start.”

“Sugar cubes?” another voice called from up in the house. Granny Smith peeked through the broken door and sniffed. “What is that smell… ya down there? Ah came in ta make dinner and found a mess!”

“We’re down here Granny,” Applejack called back, licking her lips.

“What’cha doin?” Granny asked, seeming unduly annoyed.

“Rapin’ foals!” screeched out Big Mac, even if it was more being raped by foals.

“Oh that’s nice,” Granny nodded. “We’ll need to dig some holes if we want to hold more apples down there. Anyway, come on up here and help me clean up this mess! Whatever it is…” She trotted back towards the kitchen.

“Wow she’s brutally stupid,” Twilight blinked. “Like more than usual for a pony.”

“Yeah, she works too hard, she should prolly retire,” Applebloom agreed. “Let’s help her!”

It looked like it was time for them to do another good deed.