120 Nights of Pony

"All right, so you've done all the Elements."

"Uh huh."

"Now what?"

"Combinatorial sexplosion."

"...threesomes?"

"My way sounded better," I grumble, as I slip back into consciousness.

But a standard threesome wasn't the first thing on my list.

"...and then they couldn't stop him, because he was already here--"

"Rushie?"

"Yeah, bro?" Rushie tilted her head--and squeaked as she nearly tripped over a vine.

"We're already here," I explained.

"But...this is the middle of the Everfree Forest."

"Yep. The castle's right there."

I point. She follows my hoof, and finally notices the vine-laden bricks and crumbling buttresses. Heh, buttresses.

"Ooooh," she says, eloquently. I simply nod.

And then I clap my hooves together, and shout "SURPRISE!" as a dozen Changeling drones leap out of the bushes.

"Presenting her royal highness--"

"leggo"

"The killer queen herself--"

"let me goooo"

"Queen Chrysalis," the drone mutters, as Rushie continues wiggling indignantly. Chrysalis takes her throne--oh, she's already got her ovipositor out. Rushie squeaks when she notices it.

"I see we've caught a pair of cute little ponies today," Chryssy coos, grinning wickedly down at us.

"Actually you only caught one," I explain. "I kinda meant to show up here."

"But--wait, you betrayed me?" Rushie whimpers. "You led me to the Changelings so you could--"

"Timeloop," I reply.

"Timeloop?" Rushie stammers.

"TIMELOOP!?" Chrysalis roars. "So that pink pastry pony who surrendered to us--"

"Was doing me a favor!" I shout happily. "She let you know I was coming so that I could bring Rushie here."

"...of all the rotten good-for-nothing--UGH." Chrysalis groans. "Very well. How do you--"

"Hey Rushie, how about we have the drones run a train on your mouth while I do you from behind?"

"Sounds like a plan, bro!"

Chrysalis rubbed her forehead and suppressed a growl. "Fine! Fine. Take them to the breeding chambers!"

Anypony could see that Rushie was excited; even with her forelegs bound up in Changeling slime, she was wiggling eagerly--shaking her ass in my direction, even if she didn't realize it with the blindfold on.

"Open wide, sssslut," the first drone hissed.

"Haaah~!" Rushie did as instructed, and the Changeling did as he pleased--stuffing his shaft down her throat so forcefully I actually heard her gag on it. Her tail flagged instantly, and I leapt at the chance, mounting her and grinding against her entrance. She was already wet--I could've guessed that, she's probably had wet dreams about this. As I rocked my hips, trying to line up for the main event, the drone in front of me grunted and pulled out, leaving a trail of slime dribbling down Rushie's chin.

"...wow, you finished fast."

"I am one of the fastest breeders in my generation," the drone said, thumping his chest with a foreleg. "I can impregnate twenty mares in as many minutes!"

I had to stifle a snicker. Rushie actually giggled--but her laugh was cut off by the next drone in line casually shoving her head between his legs. Her hips bucked--and I slid into her, groaning softly as she contracted around me. "Geez, Rush--are you cumming already?"

"Changeling slime is an aphrodisiac." The lead drone took up a position next to me, watching as the second drone pulled out and blasted a few ropes across Rushie's mane. "She is going to spend the rest of her pony-life in unknowable bliss."

I gasped softly as her body tightened around me again--her hindlegs spasmed, driving her hips back into mine, and I responded with a few thrusts of my own. A third drone mounted Rushie's face--as his hips slap against her muzzle, I can see the previous drone's slime dripping off of both of them, trails of ooze dragging along behind as he pulls back. I pick up speed, trying to match the pace of the drones, but--fuck, they're going so fast...

"What a shame. She would've loved to have had your foals." An image forms in my head--of Rushie, grinning softly back at me, her pussy dripping with my seed, laughing as she talks about what we'll name the twins...

The drone's voice snaps me back to reality. "But by the time you've finished in her, she will have completed her transformation. Five drones have already seeded her belly. I've yet to see a pony last beyond ten without losing themselves."

"What are you--nngh!" I cling to her as a shiver runs through her--the sixth drone is giving her another facial, and she's moaning wildly, trying to catch it with her tongue.

"Eventually, the aphrodisiac will overwhelm her desire to be herself." The lead drone smirks at me. "She will forget who she was--because who she was is...inefficient."

His words are starting to sail over my head--I'm having trouble keeping up with her, now--she's bucking into me harder than I'm rutting her--

"Rushie has restraints. No matter how loose she is, there are things Rushie would not do...but there is nothing a Changeling won't do for the hive. Your inhibitions make you less efficient." The drone licks my cheek, and I barely notice it, panting and groaning as I grind on her, our fur slick with sweat.

"I could get rid of those inhibitions for you," the drone whispers in my ear--and before I know what I'm doing, I nod.

He shoves his tongue into my ear, and--and my mind goes blank. I fall still for a moment, confused--unsure.

Then a little voice in the back of my head says RUT. So I rut. I thrust into the mare beneath me--into the hole beneath me. The voice in the back of my head reassures me, tells me it's perfectly natural to think of the mare as merely a hole. She is a hole. That is what breeding stock is, holes to be filled. It no longer matters what's attached to the hole--stud or mare, pegasus or unicorn or earth-pony, all holes are holes and all holes are for fucking. I move faster and faster--there's no point to dragging it out. Why should I hesitate? It doesn't matter what the hole feels, or who the hole is. It could be my sister, for all I care--all that matters is that this hole isn't pregnant yet.

I howl as I unload, feeling the hole ripple and squeeze around my rod, gripping it tightly as I pump fertile seed into it. An unnatural warmth spreads beneath me, and the voice in the back of my head congratulates me, tells me I've done my job well. I grunt, pulling out and looking for the next hole...

And then the lead drone uncoils his whiplike tongue, pulls it out of my ear, and the tiny voice in the back of my head is gone...and so is Rushie.

In her place, there is a slick black-carapaced Changeling worker, dribbling a combination of Changeling-slime and my jizz. She turns toward me--and where there was once a simple cloth blindfold, there are now interlocking plates of chitin, ensuring that she will never be allowed to see the one who uses her--after all, seeing is not important to a breeder--only reproduction matters. Her mouth is locked into a permanent O-shape, her tongue lolling out of it as she coos at me.

"Want more~?" the lead drone whispers in my ear.

I nod.