Life Of Lust Against Loveby Lunasservant1985ChaptersA New HomeA New ExperienceLittle Lovebug's SurpriseA New Home"Hurry Lance We're almost there." 563 a Changeling wh not just a few hours ago was writhing under Lacne Shimmerstike as his stallionhood ravaged her tender, young intimate flesh. Taking her virginity and feeding her the lust she needed. Now she looked almost like his little sister happily being welcomed home. 563 had no other name, or if she did her queen had never called her by anything else. Lance a stallion with the royal gaurd was currently thinking of many things to do with her, the first of which was what to call her. "What about Lilly?" He asked her trying to stave off the inevitable as he trotted towards Appleloosa. The past hour consisted of going over the basics. Since 563 couldn't assume a form aside the one she had taken upon seeing him, which still made him uneasy. When 563 first changed, her pony form consisted of a white coat and two tone blue mane. This coupled with her small frame made her look almost like he had a little sister in tow. 563's explantion being that she wasn't strong enough to assume any form aside the first pony she laid eyes on. Lance tried to get her to make herself look diffent so it wouldn't feel like he was not only getting intimate with a filly, but also his sister, but the best he could get her to do was give herself a cutie mark. In accordance with their arrangement of 563 cleaning and keeping his home in exchange for food, shelter and...her other food. The mark she gave herself consisted of a feather duster crossed with a broom. A little tweak of her changeling horn and she almost resembled the perfect little unicorm filly eager to start her life with him. The alteration a cover so that she could use changeling magic in mimicry of pony magic. "Oh if I could only wear that cute little outfit I remember from those lessons." 563 Said as she bouned happily toward Lance's humble abode. Trying his best not to think of young changelings being taught the, erotic arts the way he learned his abc's as a colt. Lance cleared his throat and said, "Well, you know it would raise more than a few eyebrows to have my little sister dressed like a common....like a...well you know what." Lance said trying not to insult her. It still felt awkard trying to explain that if the cover was going to be she was his sister for a while, the other ponies wouldn't like it if they acted like lovers in public. To the changelings however, had no such tabboo existed. To them sex was an almost communal experience, a way for the colony to grow and develop unity...even if it was only Queen Chrysalis and her special drones that futhered the population. Families; marriage, and the concept of "incsest" meant nothing A fleshy grub was generally ready after their first molt and the only "subject" off limits for sexual release was the queen herself. With the exception of females who favored other females. All this 563 went on and on about with Lance on the way back. "She often would use them to get off without the risk of having to lay eggs, and it gave the females a chance to learn how to please mares." 563 Said happily and blissfuly unaware of the graphic nature of her words. Lance looked around, glad that this was a late hour when most of the town was getting ready for bed and said in an annoyed tone. "Okay can you just please stop going over the workings of changeling sex? I know you have a lot to learn but ponies dont usually go on and on about sex all the time." Lance said hoping to Celestia there was no one around to hear her talk with such a mouth as he dug around in his saddle bags for his key. "If I may ask, how did your society survive when all you could think and do was go around fucking all the time?' "You'd be surprised how much you can achieve when you don't have to focus on..ohhh I don't know; controlling the clouds and weather, growing your food from the ground, and running bussiness and bothering which such asinine concepts like trade, commerce,and industry." She said tapping her hoof on the ground counting everything she listed. "Well you Changelings would be surprised with what you could contribute accomplish when you have more on your mind than shoving dicks into whatever holes your females have and feeding off us." Lance said finally finding that damn key. He slowly inched it towards the lock, making 563 blush and giggle. "What's so funny?" "I thought you said ponies thought about stuff other than sticking long hard things into holes?" 563 Said with a mischevious chuckle. "What the Tarrus are you...oh! Oh my!" Lance nearly swallowed the key gripped in his teeth as he did his best to get the damn door open. "Face it, you ponies think about sex as much as we do, you're just hiding it behind a curtain of prudishness and chastity. Those marks you get? Why are they on your flanks so close to your backsides? Why do you only wear at most hats or boots everywhere you go? Why are you so comfy with groups of females living close together and in some cases in the same house." I bet if I had my full power I could sense some really freaky stuff going on behind those walls....excpet yours Lance. For now." Lance gulped and entered his home and asked, "You want in or not?" They decided on naming her Swift, surname Sweeper to fit her cutie mark and ocupation. Swift would get a night off to settle in but the first thing in the moring was her first day working to get everything in order. Lance was only a member of the gaurd reserves, being on duty for three months every year, six every five years and always on call in an emergency. During that time Somepony would have to stay with Swift. As by law even ponies with a cutiemark younger than (or looked younger than) eighteen moons had to be supervised by an adult. The cover story of her being his sister was easy to maintain as Lance's parents were...estranged from him and couldn't coraborate or deny the story, and he had no close realitives either. "Oh Lance?" Swift said as the white coat faded away to the familar black chittin of a changeling in its natural form and stood before him, turned around with that ratty looking tail shamlessly lifted. Her marehood with the glowing lips and clit that not just a few hours ago had driven him mad with lust and desire. "Isn't their something else I need to do to earn my keep around here?'' A stream of greenish almost glowing fluids dripping to the floor. "Well...I think it's only proper for me to warm you up...just like before." He said as he placed his muzzle in between her thighs, his forehooves gripping her hard shell like flanks for support as he dove in. "Mhhhmm.'' Lance let out a sofft moan into her neithers. Swift bit her lip and gasped at the gentle tingle his lips gave with every hum and lick as he slurped at her dripping flower like a stallion who found an oasis in a desert. Unlike before when she was an underling to another female, there was no rush to cum. No holding back to win some wager. This was purley intimate between them, in spite of how tabboo it was. For lance was sure that if his captian herself walked in on him, he'd be in less trouble if it did look like he was going down on his filly sister. "Lance! I I ohhh Chrysalis you're better than before!" She cried out leaning forward her face practically in the floor as that tounge slicked around her wet lips before his own lips wrapped around the...green pearl of her clitoris. This sent shock after shock through her shell and made her legs practically give out as she was close. The image of a flower blooming with the sun; a rush of water as a dam opens to releave the buildup, and a bottle of fine champange popping and spilling everwhere flashed before her eyes as her vagina sent rush after rush of its nectar onto Lances lips. Changelings had a sickly sweeness to their fluids, like drinking a screwdriver (the beverage) through a glass with a salt covered rim. not unpleaseant and oddly more flavorful than even his captian, yes it was something they rarley mentioned together. "Swift...I...I..." Lance could only admire how his lip service had turned her into a lust drunk and love addled ball of sexual pleasure before him. Swift seemed to giving off an aura that made lance think things he hadn't thought about in ages. Thoughts of ponies in masks and nothing more, cock and mare hoods on full display in a frenzey of fornication, a marquis de sade esq orgy mixing classy and opulence with forbidden and kinks. Briddles, bits, whips and crops, domination submission all flashing before his eyes as he finally regained himself. "What did you?" He said as he told her everything that had run through his mind. "I made you have a moment of no shame for every dirty little bit of hedonism you want. I must say quite the imaginaion on you sir." She said her words made his stallionhood twitch, "ohh you like that huh? maybe this would drive you insane." And with that she turned back into her guise. "Oh sir, how sinful your own sister?" She said with a hiss. Lance's mind became a hot mess as he found himself torn between his thrill of her little game and the self loathing shame that was stinging like icy needles at the back of his head. "Enough!" Lance snaped at her loudly her disguise breaking instantly. "Go to bed and be ready to fufill your end of the deal in the moring and if you ever do any of that again you can find yourself another stallion to shack up and wallow in flith with. ughghghh I need a shower!" Lance left the Changeling alone to just that, as he entered the bathroom and got the taps going so cold that any other pony would have refused to even rinse their hooves with it. He contemplated switching it to hot, hot as the fires of Tarrus itself. As if in some form of repenance for even thinking like such a debacherous deviant....and then he thought to himself, 'By Luna! Are we really that repressed and pious?! it's a wonder mares still dont leave thier homes in bonnets and capes anymore.' A New ExperienceLance woke barley able to remember any dream he had. He took a few whiff of the air and those smells...something he hadn't had since he was a colt it was, breakfast! He got out of bed and into his slippers, only covering his barrel with a towel for his morning shower. In no time at he was down stairs and at the kitchen door a wonderful sight before him. Swift had already taken to wearing a lacey black shirt, the black felt shoes on her hooves and the tiara of a maid. She had set a spread of hot, fresh pancakes, hot coffee with three sugars no cream..just how he liked it. "Good morning my love." She said cheerfully as she put a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the table topping off the spread. "Umm good morning," he said as as she prancing around as if last night had never happened. Swift took her spot at the table but didn't even lift a fork to eat, "umm are you going to...you know?" "I have to given permission to eat master tee hee," she said really playing up this whole submissive angle. "Just eat swift." Lance said rolling his eyes as he took his own seat, "I've got to get to my second job soon so don't make any trouble once you're finished straightening up I ask you stay here...if only because you don't know anyone in town and I dont want anyone questioning how my "sister" showed up in town almost out the blue and unnounced." Thankfully despite his service in the reserves and his second job as a gaurd for an armored cart that delived bits off the private train the Canterlot Mint used to ship bits to the Apalooza bank, he wouldn't be away from swift for long and maybe start spreading the word about his "sister" moving to town. "Oh master?" Swift said as she looked at him from across the table once her plate was clean, a flirty tone in her voice and her eyes gazing at him a devilish little twinkle. "What?" He said back as she leaned her muzzle across the tabletop until it was but a few inches away from his. "I'm sorry about last night, What happened was just what we changelings can do when we...use this "sixth sense." "What The hell is a sixth sense? More of your magic mind tricks?" "Actually, in a way changelings are mildly telepahic...but only when it comes to reading the deepest regressed thoughts and dirtiest secrets and let me tell you...this town may look like a squeaky clean country town on the surface but just underneath is a whole world of shamlessness and lust." She said with a smug demeaner and grin. "Well even that's true, you have a lot to learn about behaving propperly in polite society. Anyway I've got to going just keep to yourself while i think of a way to sort this out okay." "Wait before you got" Swift said as she got up from her seat and trotted across the table. Shee looked into his eyes with a flirty and yet leecherous gaze. Her muzzle inched close to his as she let out a breathy and needy moan. "I'm hungry for something a bit more than pancakes." With that she got under the table only bumping into it a little and practically buried her snoot in Lance's crotch. Lance gasped and cried out at the feeling of her wet tounge running over the dark speckled skin of his sack. His balls where like two ripe oranges hanging from the branc the left one hung lower than the right and they gave off an aroma that made Swift's mare hood shiver as the hood over her pink pearl tighened until the prize peaked out and the floor became slick with the drip of her juices. "Ssss stop it I..I have to get going!" He protested but his moans and gasps as his stallion cock began to poke from the sheate and flop limply on Swift's face as it stiffened into a masssive, girthy pole of muscle like a fifth leg. Swift giggled and used her magic to create an aura like swirling mist on tangible, which meant she could feel the cool touch as it teasingly stroked her back leg like an imaginary third lover invited to the party. She took the tip of Lance's lance into her lips and kissed it as that tendril stroked along her leg, working its way up to her own juicy tender neithers. "You say stop, but the throbbing, pulsing of this juciy lump of stallion cock says otherwise." Swift said as she practically swallowed the whole thing into her throat like a snake gobbling a mouse. As her magic tendril found what it was looking for, it stroked th wet soaking folds of her pussy and even formed into "fingers" that pinched her clit making her moan loudly around the big cock in her throat. She released her clit and it had swelled up a bit and turned a light shade of purple as more of her fluids left trails on the kitchen floor. "You're...You're still gonna hahh ohh Celstia thats warm...mhhh have to clean whatever mess you make including to the dishes from breakfast." Swift only took that as a challange as she moved her magic tendly past the barrier of her pussy, throwing caution to the wind as she began making it reach into her. The feeling was how most changeling mares got off, though of course most changeling mares didn't have a big cock to please while they got off. Swift's legs trembled then practically buckled when she hit that sweet spot deep in her love tunnel, she felt daring and stopped sucking off Lance but still kept him in her muzzle as she oncentrated up another tendril jutting out from the other. almost like the jutting out part on a vibrator and she knew just what most mares did with it. The tip touched teasingly on her backdoor rosebud, having not had anything there much it felt...different, it felt daring it felt oh so naughty. She was able to resume servicing her master as the tedril in her pussy slowly pistoned at a modest pace as the one on the anus stroked along the outter edges. Not pushing in just yet becasue of how tight she was there, Lance couldn't see what exactly she was doing but she quickly fixed that. The tendrils vainshed of just a momment as he magic leviated a mirror from one of the rooms out, and then positioned itself in a way that allowed him to see what she was doing to herself. When the tendrils returned and gave him a view of Swift pleasuring both her hole he lost it. "Ohhhhh buck! Gonna UHHHH!" he grit his teeth and swift opened her muzzle as wide as it could as wave after wave of warm sticky stallion jizz shot into her mouth and down her throat. coating her mouth leaving that salty acrid but in some ways oddly pleaseant tast in her mouth. by the time he had finished cumming her mouth was coated and her throat and belly were full fo the stuff she felt like she had just drank a gallon of salt water, but she loved it. The tendrils vanished, her pussy leaking a torrent of her juices as she came down from her own ecstasy of her climax. Her ring clenching just a bit even thought she had only teased it, maybe in time she'd take the real thing back there. "Thank you swift, but I'd better get going mhhh okay?" He said as he tenderly patted her head and chuckled at how she looked both cute and deviously sexy with all the cum in her mouth and even on her chin. Lance let his tackle disappear from anyone's sight and covered himself with his tail as he made his way to the door Swift was right on his hooves. "Wait master...mhh before you go, can I have one last kiss?" She asked but there was still so much cum dripping like drool from her lips, Lance had once not ago cleaned his own spunk from off her despite the off putting nature of it, would he make it a habit? maybe he was slightly into it. "I promise no snowballing unless you want me too, I can swallow as much as I but she was silenced by his lips slamming onto hers as he let his own DNA enter his muzzle. Lance had crossed so many thresholds since he found this lost little bug, and he had no more reservations or conventions when it came to intimacy. The taste of his own semen was definetly an acquired one, but not all that unpleasant. He pulled apart from his beloved with a long slimy trail linking their lips, Swift giggled as she used her tounge to get as much of it up and off her master's muzzle, making sure not to leave any less anyone get the wrong idea. "Have a good day at work master." Swift said to him happily as Lance made his way out the door, it was like nothing had happened and she didn't have cum dripping from her mouth and pussy juice soaking her legs. Just another day in paradise. Little Lovebug's SurpriseLance had one Taurtarus of a day. One would think that being on gaurd for the incoming shipments of bits wouldn't be much of a hassle beyond stadning around looking imposing as it was wheeled off the carts and into the bank vaults, but today had brought a little surprise to not just lance but pony society as a whole. It happend so fast and it was, unpleasnt, to say the least. A group of three stallions had wandered into the bank and almost instantly had their faces hidden before anyone could get a good look at them. They trotted up to the tellers, not too far from the open vault door lance stood gaurding at. He was ready to spring forward expecting the run of the mill bandits trying to hold up the bank. He had handled that sort of situation before, but these bandits were not like all the others. The one's Lance had faced earlier that day had bizzare new weapons strapped into a shoulder rig that could send balls of lead flying right at you. It was hard to pur exactly into detail just how these new inventions worked but they were definelty a sign that the act of war, conflict itself was rapidly changing. Now Lance was on his home, he had been held back by a few hours due to having to give a statment to Bravestar and the sherrif's deptatment. the whole town was both very equally spooked and tired. not a soul was out after what happened, Appleoosa felt more and more like a ghost town then anyhting. Gone was that friendly and neighboorly attitute that the town was oh so well known for and in its place was this sense of dread, and fear. Fear of the unknown and of the future. Lance opened the door and sighed heavily kicking his shoes off his hooves and calling for swift. "Swift? You home?" he called, almost as if on cue she slid down the banister to with a duster in hoof. "Hello master and how was your day?'' Swift said, the little changling mare was blissfully unaware of the new world that was awaiting not just here, but so many others. "I take it you havent heard the news?" Lance said as he took a bottle down from one of the high cabinets, a bottle resevered for certain occasions, and normally happy ones but not this one. "Actually master I have news for you, I think you'll be happy to hear that I wont need to hide myself anymore." She said as she gave his nose a tickle with her duster, Lance was not amused. "What are you talking about?" He said as he shook his head a bit before looking to the cabinets where the glasses were usually kept, then just put the bottle to his lips and knocked back a long drawn out swig of hard cider. Swift only rolled her eyes as she went to the desk where Lance's mail and important papers were kept until she found a newspaper. Taking a quick glance at it Lance could see it was an edition made before the headlines in the papers where screaming the end days were upon everyone and that it was time to panic. The photo for the headline depicted a creature Lance had never seen before, and yet it looked oddly famillar. With those eyes the color of gems, the solid almost shell looking hide, and the protruding horn like growths on its head. The creature stood beside the Princess Twilight herself, who looked quite happy to be beside him. A few more like him stood in the photo's background and it wasn't long until everything folded into place... "No way! Those are, Changelings?!" Lance said as Swift nodded and giggled with a mix of joy and even a hint of..pride. "I think I used to go to School with him, his name's Thorax, well Prince Thorax now and he...he found a way to turn us, all of us changelings into these beautiful and colorful, welll I mean we still look kinda like bugs only not as repulsive. Repulsive to other ponies besides you I mean." She said as her guise of a pony was shed and she reverted back to her sleek black form. "I know we had a little deal and I'll still honor it if you want, but I was wondering if I go meet thorax and learn how to be one of these, oh Lance I'm just so happy! Nothing could ruin this moment, I can live with you and we dont need to lie about it. It's like a new beginning. So what's your news?" Lance could only put the cap back on the bottle of booze then quickly set it down to embrace her tight in his hooves. When he first found this lost little bug, she and another had held him as a captive intent on feeding off him until he was drained and left for dead in some vast unforgiving wasteland. At the time he thought that would be the worst thing in the world that could happen to anypony. Now with the ever changing world shifting and taking turns foe good and for bad, Lance would give anything to have Swift in his hooves. He gave the top of her head a little nudge and sighed as he saiid, "Nothing Swift and if that's what you want I wont stop you from." He was cut off as a bright light nearly blinded him. It seemed to emit from her blue sapphire like eyes and the from her very shell, A shell that began to crack and split as it broke away from her body. the hard crust like exterior crumbled to the floor like soot, dust to dust. When the light fadded to where Lance could see again, there where once stood an ebony changeling mare. Now was a creature with soft almost pony like skin that glowed ever so faintly a vibrant and tantilizing golden color with a lighter yellowish shade to her wings. Her eyes a comlimenting shade of orange red, almost like two mini suns. Fitting given how lance saw her as that bit of sunlight in a dark, cold world. "I love you Lance." She said before planting one more kiss upon him, her lips were warm, warmer then they'd ever been before.
A New Home"Hurry Lance We're almost there." 563 a Changeling wh not just a few hours ago was writhing under Lacne Shimmerstike as his stallionhood ravaged her tender, young intimate flesh. Taking her virginity and feeding her the lust she needed. Now she looked almost like his little sister happily being welcomed home. 563 had no other name, or if she did her queen had never called her by anything else. Lance a stallion with the royal gaurd was currently thinking of many things to do with her, the first of which was what to call her. "What about Lilly?" He asked her trying to stave off the inevitable as he trotted towards Appleloosa. The past hour consisted of going over the basics. Since 563 couldn't assume a form aside the one she had taken upon seeing him, which still made him uneasy. When 563 first changed, her pony form consisted of a white coat and two tone blue mane. This coupled with her small frame made her look almost like he had a little sister in tow. 563's explantion being that she wasn't strong enough to assume any form aside the first pony she laid eyes on. Lance tried to get her to make herself look diffent so it wouldn't feel like he was not only getting intimate with a filly, but also his sister, but the best he could get her to do was give herself a cutie mark. In accordance with their arrangement of 563 cleaning and keeping his home in exchange for food, shelter and...her other food. The mark she gave herself consisted of a feather duster crossed with a broom. A little tweak of her changeling horn and she almost resembled the perfect little unicorm filly eager to start her life with him. The alteration a cover so that she could use changeling magic in mimicry of pony magic. "Oh if I could only wear that cute little outfit I remember from those lessons." 563 Said as she bouned happily toward Lance's humble abode. Trying his best not to think of young changelings being taught the, erotic arts the way he learned his abc's as a colt. Lance cleared his throat and said, "Well, you know it would raise more than a few eyebrows to have my little sister dressed like a common....like a...well you know what." Lance said trying not to insult her. It still felt awkard trying to explain that if the cover was going to be she was his sister for a while, the other ponies wouldn't like it if they acted like lovers in public. To the changelings however, had no such tabboo existed. To them sex was an almost communal experience, a way for the colony to grow and develop unity...even if it was only Queen Chrysalis and her special drones that futhered the population. Families; marriage, and the concept of "incsest" meant nothing A fleshy grub was generally ready after their first molt and the only "subject" off limits for sexual release was the queen herself. With the exception of females who favored other females. All this 563 went on and on about with Lance on the way back. "She often would use them to get off without the risk of having to lay eggs, and it gave the females a chance to learn how to please mares." 563 Said happily and blissfuly unaware of the graphic nature of her words. Lance looked around, glad that this was a late hour when most of the town was getting ready for bed and said in an annoyed tone. "Okay can you just please stop going over the workings of changeling sex? I know you have a lot to learn but ponies dont usually go on and on about sex all the time." Lance said hoping to Celestia there was no one around to hear her talk with such a mouth as he dug around in his saddle bags for his key. "If I may ask, how did your society survive when all you could think and do was go around fucking all the time?' "You'd be surprised how much you can achieve when you don't have to focus on..ohhh I don't know; controlling the clouds and weather, growing your food from the ground, and running bussiness and bothering which such asinine concepts like trade, commerce,and industry." She said tapping her hoof on the ground counting everything she listed. "Well you Changelings would be surprised with what you could contribute accomplish when you have more on your mind than shoving dicks into whatever holes your females have and feeding off us." Lance said finally finding that damn key. He slowly inched it towards the lock, making 563 blush and giggle. "What's so funny?" "I thought you said ponies thought about stuff other than sticking long hard things into holes?" 563 Said with a mischevious chuckle. "What the Tarrus are you...oh! Oh my!" Lance nearly swallowed the key gripped in his teeth as he did his best to get the damn door open. "Face it, you ponies think about sex as much as we do, you're just hiding it behind a curtain of prudishness and chastity. Those marks you get? Why are they on your flanks so close to your backsides? Why do you only wear at most hats or boots everywhere you go? Why are you so comfy with groups of females living close together and in some cases in the same house." I bet if I had my full power I could sense some really freaky stuff going on behind those walls....excpet yours Lance. For now." Lance gulped and entered his home and asked, "You want in or not?" They decided on naming her Swift, surname Sweeper to fit her cutie mark and ocupation. Swift would get a night off to settle in but the first thing in the moring was her first day working to get everything in order. Lance was only a member of the gaurd reserves, being on duty for three months every year, six every five years and always on call in an emergency. During that time Somepony would have to stay with Swift. As by law even ponies with a cutiemark younger than (or looked younger than) eighteen moons had to be supervised by an adult. The cover story of her being his sister was easy to maintain as Lance's parents were...estranged from him and couldn't coraborate or deny the story, and he had no close realitives either. "Oh Lance?" Swift said as the white coat faded away to the familar black chittin of a changeling in its natural form and stood before him, turned around with that ratty looking tail shamlessly lifted. Her marehood with the glowing lips and clit that not just a few hours ago had driven him mad with lust and desire. "Isn't their something else I need to do to earn my keep around here?'' A stream of greenish almost glowing fluids dripping to the floor. "Well...I think it's only proper for me to warm you up...just like before." He said as he placed his muzzle in between her thighs, his forehooves gripping her hard shell like flanks for support as he dove in. "Mhhhmm.'' Lance let out a sofft moan into her neithers. Swift bit her lip and gasped at the gentle tingle his lips gave with every hum and lick as he slurped at her dripping flower like a stallion who found an oasis in a desert. Unlike before when she was an underling to another female, there was no rush to cum. No holding back to win some wager. This was purley intimate between them, in spite of how tabboo it was. For lance was sure that if his captian herself walked in on him, he'd be in less trouble if it did look like he was going down on his filly sister. "Lance! I I ohhh Chrysalis you're better than before!" She cried out leaning forward her face practically in the floor as that tounge slicked around her wet lips before his own lips wrapped around the...green pearl of her clitoris. This sent shock after shock through her shell and made her legs practically give out as she was close. The image of a flower blooming with the sun; a rush of water as a dam opens to releave the buildup, and a bottle of fine champange popping and spilling everwhere flashed before her eyes as her vagina sent rush after rush of its nectar onto Lances lips. Changelings had a sickly sweeness to their fluids, like drinking a screwdriver (the beverage) through a glass with a salt covered rim. not unpleaseant and oddly more flavorful than even his captian, yes it was something they rarley mentioned together. "Swift...I...I..." Lance could only admire how his lip service had turned her into a lust drunk and love addled ball of sexual pleasure before him. Swift seemed to giving off an aura that made lance think things he hadn't thought about in ages. Thoughts of ponies in masks and nothing more, cock and mare hoods on full display in a frenzey of fornication, a marquis de sade esq orgy mixing classy and opulence with forbidden and kinks. Briddles, bits, whips and crops, domination submission all flashing before his eyes as he finally regained himself. "What did you?" He said as he told her everything that had run through his mind. "I made you have a moment of no shame for every dirty little bit of hedonism you want. I must say quite the imaginaion on you sir." She said her words made his stallionhood twitch, "ohh you like that huh? maybe this would drive you insane." And with that she turned back into her guise. "Oh sir, how sinful your own sister?" She said with a hiss. Lance's mind became a hot mess as he found himself torn between his thrill of her little game and the self loathing shame that was stinging like icy needles at the back of his head. "Enough!" Lance snaped at her loudly her disguise breaking instantly. "Go to bed and be ready to fufill your end of the deal in the moring and if you ever do any of that again you can find yourself another stallion to shack up and wallow in flith with. ughghghh I need a shower!" Lance left the Changeling alone to just that, as he entered the bathroom and got the taps going so cold that any other pony would have refused to even rinse their hooves with it. He contemplated switching it to hot, hot as the fires of Tarrus itself. As if in some form of repenance for even thinking like such a debacherous deviant....and then he thought to himself, 'By Luna! Are we really that repressed and pious?! it's a wonder mares still dont leave thier homes in bonnets and capes anymore.'
A New ExperienceLance woke barley able to remember any dream he had. He took a few whiff of the air and those smells...something he hadn't had since he was a colt it was, breakfast! He got out of bed and into his slippers, only covering his barrel with a towel for his morning shower. In no time at he was down stairs and at the kitchen door a wonderful sight before him. Swift had already taken to wearing a lacey black shirt, the black felt shoes on her hooves and the tiara of a maid. She had set a spread of hot, fresh pancakes, hot coffee with three sugars no cream..just how he liked it. "Good morning my love." She said cheerfully as she put a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the table topping off the spread. "Umm good morning," he said as as she prancing around as if last night had never happened. Swift took her spot at the table but didn't even lift a fork to eat, "umm are you going to...you know?" "I have to given permission to eat master tee hee," she said really playing up this whole submissive angle. "Just eat swift." Lance said rolling his eyes as he took his own seat, "I've got to get to my second job soon so don't make any trouble once you're finished straightening up I ask you stay here...if only because you don't know anyone in town and I dont want anyone questioning how my "sister" showed up in town almost out the blue and unnounced." Thankfully despite his service in the reserves and his second job as a gaurd for an armored cart that delived bits off the private train the Canterlot Mint used to ship bits to the Apalooza bank, he wouldn't be away from swift for long and maybe start spreading the word about his "sister" moving to town. "Oh master?" Swift said as she looked at him from across the table once her plate was clean, a flirty tone in her voice and her eyes gazing at him a devilish little twinkle. "What?" He said back as she leaned her muzzle across the tabletop until it was but a few inches away from his. "I'm sorry about last night, What happened was just what we changelings can do when we...use this "sixth sense." "What The hell is a sixth sense? More of your magic mind tricks?" "Actually, in a way changelings are mildly telepahic...but only when it comes to reading the deepest regressed thoughts and dirtiest secrets and let me tell you...this town may look like a squeaky clean country town on the surface but just underneath is a whole world of shamlessness and lust." She said with a smug demeaner and grin. "Well even that's true, you have a lot to learn about behaving propperly in polite society. Anyway I've got to going just keep to yourself while i think of a way to sort this out okay." "Wait before you got" Swift said as she got up from her seat and trotted across the table. Shee looked into his eyes with a flirty and yet leecherous gaze. Her muzzle inched close to his as she let out a breathy and needy moan. "I'm hungry for something a bit more than pancakes." With that she got under the table only bumping into it a little and practically buried her snoot in Lance's crotch. Lance gasped and cried out at the feeling of her wet tounge running over the dark speckled skin of his sack. His balls where like two ripe oranges hanging from the branc the left one hung lower than the right and they gave off an aroma that made Swift's mare hood shiver as the hood over her pink pearl tighened until the prize peaked out and the floor became slick with the drip of her juices. "Ssss stop it I..I have to get going!" He protested but his moans and gasps as his stallion cock began to poke from the sheate and flop limply on Swift's face as it stiffened into a masssive, girthy pole of muscle like a fifth leg. Swift giggled and used her magic to create an aura like swirling mist on tangible, which meant she could feel the cool touch as it teasingly stroked her back leg like an imaginary third lover invited to the party. She took the tip of Lance's lance into her lips and kissed it as that tendril stroked along her leg, working its way up to her own juicy tender neithers. "You say stop, but the throbbing, pulsing of this juciy lump of stallion cock says otherwise." Swift said as she practically swallowed the whole thing into her throat like a snake gobbling a mouse. As her magic tendril found what it was looking for, it stroked th wet soaking folds of her pussy and even formed into "fingers" that pinched her clit making her moan loudly around the big cock in her throat. She released her clit and it had swelled up a bit and turned a light shade of purple as more of her fluids left trails on the kitchen floor. "You're...You're still gonna hahh ohh Celstia thats warm...mhhh have to clean whatever mess you make including to the dishes from breakfast." Swift only took that as a challange as she moved her magic tendly past the barrier of her pussy, throwing caution to the wind as she began making it reach into her. The feeling was how most changeling mares got off, though of course most changeling mares didn't have a big cock to please while they got off. Swift's legs trembled then practically buckled when she hit that sweet spot deep in her love tunnel, she felt daring and stopped sucking off Lance but still kept him in her muzzle as she oncentrated up another tendril jutting out from the other. almost like the jutting out part on a vibrator and she knew just what most mares did with it. The tip touched teasingly on her backdoor rosebud, having not had anything there much it felt...different, it felt daring it felt oh so naughty. She was able to resume servicing her master as the tedril in her pussy slowly pistoned at a modest pace as the one on the anus stroked along the outter edges. Not pushing in just yet becasue of how tight she was there, Lance couldn't see what exactly she was doing but she quickly fixed that. The tendrils vainshed of just a momment as he magic leviated a mirror from one of the rooms out, and then positioned itself in a way that allowed him to see what she was doing to herself. When the tendrils returned and gave him a view of Swift pleasuring both her hole he lost it. "Ohhhhh buck! Gonna UHHHH!" he grit his teeth and swift opened her muzzle as wide as it could as wave after wave of warm sticky stallion jizz shot into her mouth and down her throat. coating her mouth leaving that salty acrid but in some ways oddly pleaseant tast in her mouth. by the time he had finished cumming her mouth was coated and her throat and belly were full fo the stuff she felt like she had just drank a gallon of salt water, but she loved it. The tendrils vanished, her pussy leaking a torrent of her juices as she came down from her own ecstasy of her climax. Her ring clenching just a bit even thought she had only teased it, maybe in time she'd take the real thing back there. "Thank you swift, but I'd better get going mhhh okay?" He said as he tenderly patted her head and chuckled at how she looked both cute and deviously sexy with all the cum in her mouth and even on her chin. Lance let his tackle disappear from anyone's sight and covered himself with his tail as he made his way to the door Swift was right on his hooves. "Wait master...mhh before you go, can I have one last kiss?" She asked but there was still so much cum dripping like drool from her lips, Lance had once not ago cleaned his own spunk from off her despite the off putting nature of it, would he make it a habit? maybe he was slightly into it. "I promise no snowballing unless you want me too, I can swallow as much as I but she was silenced by his lips slamming onto hers as he let his own DNA enter his muzzle. Lance had crossed so many thresholds since he found this lost little bug, and he had no more reservations or conventions when it came to intimacy. The taste of his own semen was definetly an acquired one, but not all that unpleasant. He pulled apart from his beloved with a long slimy trail linking their lips, Swift giggled as she used her tounge to get as much of it up and off her master's muzzle, making sure not to leave any less anyone get the wrong idea. "Have a good day at work master." Swift said to him happily as Lance made his way out the door, it was like nothing had happened and she didn't have cum dripping from her mouth and pussy juice soaking her legs. Just another day in paradise.
Little Lovebug's SurpriseLance had one Taurtarus of a day. One would think that being on gaurd for the incoming shipments of bits wouldn't be much of a hassle beyond stadning around looking imposing as it was wheeled off the carts and into the bank vaults, but today had brought a little surprise to not just lance but pony society as a whole. It happend so fast and it was, unpleasnt, to say the least. A group of three stallions had wandered into the bank and almost instantly had their faces hidden before anyone could get a good look at them. They trotted up to the tellers, not too far from the open vault door lance stood gaurding at. He was ready to spring forward expecting the run of the mill bandits trying to hold up the bank. He had handled that sort of situation before, but these bandits were not like all the others. The one's Lance had faced earlier that day had bizzare new weapons strapped into a shoulder rig that could send balls of lead flying right at you. It was hard to pur exactly into detail just how these new inventions worked but they were definelty a sign that the act of war, conflict itself was rapidly changing. Now Lance was on his home, he had been held back by a few hours due to having to give a statment to Bravestar and the sherrif's deptatment. the whole town was both very equally spooked and tired. not a soul was out after what happened, Appleoosa felt more and more like a ghost town then anyhting. Gone was that friendly and neighboorly attitute that the town was oh so well known for and in its place was this sense of dread, and fear. Fear of the unknown and of the future. Lance opened the door and sighed heavily kicking his shoes off his hooves and calling for swift. "Swift? You home?" he called, almost as if on cue she slid down the banister to with a duster in hoof. "Hello master and how was your day?'' Swift said, the little changling mare was blissfully unaware of the new world that was awaiting not just here, but so many others. "I take it you havent heard the news?" Lance said as he took a bottle down from one of the high cabinets, a bottle resevered for certain occasions, and normally happy ones but not this one. "Actually master I have news for you, I think you'll be happy to hear that I wont need to hide myself anymore." She said as she gave his nose a tickle with her duster, Lance was not amused. "What are you talking about?" He said as he shook his head a bit before looking to the cabinets where the glasses were usually kept, then just put the bottle to his lips and knocked back a long drawn out swig of hard cider. Swift only rolled her eyes as she went to the desk where Lance's mail and important papers were kept until she found a newspaper. Taking a quick glance at it Lance could see it was an edition made before the headlines in the papers where screaming the end days were upon everyone and that it was time to panic. The photo for the headline depicted a creature Lance had never seen before, and yet it looked oddly famillar. With those eyes the color of gems, the solid almost shell looking hide, and the protruding horn like growths on its head. The creature stood beside the Princess Twilight herself, who looked quite happy to be beside him. A few more like him stood in the photo's background and it wasn't long until everything folded into place... "No way! Those are, Changelings?!" Lance said as Swift nodded and giggled with a mix of joy and even a hint of..pride. "I think I used to go to School with him, his name's Thorax, well Prince Thorax now and he...he found a way to turn us, all of us changelings into these beautiful and colorful, welll I mean we still look kinda like bugs only not as repulsive. Repulsive to other ponies besides you I mean." She said as her guise of a pony was shed and she reverted back to her sleek black form. "I know we had a little deal and I'll still honor it if you want, but I was wondering if I go meet thorax and learn how to be one of these, oh Lance I'm just so happy! Nothing could ruin this moment, I can live with you and we dont need to lie about it. It's like a new beginning. So what's your news?" Lance could only put the cap back on the bottle of booze then quickly set it down to embrace her tight in his hooves. When he first found this lost little bug, she and another had held him as a captive intent on feeding off him until he was drained and left for dead in some vast unforgiving wasteland. At the time he thought that would be the worst thing in the world that could happen to anypony. Now with the ever changing world shifting and taking turns foe good and for bad, Lance would give anything to have Swift in his hooves. He gave the top of her head a little nudge and sighed as he saiid, "Nothing Swift and if that's what you want I wont stop you from." He was cut off as a bright light nearly blinded him. It seemed to emit from her blue sapphire like eyes and the from her very shell, A shell that began to crack and split as it broke away from her body. the hard crust like exterior crumbled to the floor like soot, dust to dust. When the light fadded to where Lance could see again, there where once stood an ebony changeling mare. Now was a creature with soft almost pony like skin that glowed ever so faintly a vibrant and tantilizing golden color with a lighter yellowish shade to her wings. Her eyes a comlimenting shade of orange red, almost like two mini suns. Fitting given how lance saw her as that bit of sunlight in a dark, cold world. "I love you Lance." She said before planting one more kiss upon him, her lips were warm, warmer then they'd ever been before.
