Life Of Lust Against Love

"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.'