120 Nights of Pony

The drone clears his throat. "...Queen Chrysalis--"

"Yeah that's nice and all," I mutter, dusting myself off, "but can you let me walk next time?"

Chrysalis seems nonplussed, as usual. "You know where you are, don't you?"

"Yeah, well, I got a favor to ask you."

"...I suppose I can allow you--"

"Shut up and listen, this is gonna rock."

I sneak back into the apartment through the window. Rushie must've left it unlocked. Maybe she uses it to go in and out? We're bird horses, I guess using the windows isn't that weird.

It doesn't take long for her to walk into her room--and when she does, she sees me sitting on her bed, legs spread, stroking my brand new tool. She squeaks, going wide-eyed and turning a nice shade of red. "D-D-Dawn! What--what happened to your--you--ohmygosh."

My shaft has turned a shiny black, just like the chitin I was wearing yesterday; the balls are massive, even by my standards, and they're practically throbbing with their new load, gently glowing neon green. The tip might seem normal at first glance, though there's a subtle hint of what's to come--barely-visible lines meeting in the center. Rushie doesn't notice. She's busy trying to decide whether to scream for help, kick me, or run for it.

"C'mon, sis. I've been waiting," I purr, looking her right in the eye. She stays frozen, trembling softly. "I want you," I whisper, and my voice carries like thunder. "I've wanted you for such a long, long time, and now we can have each other..."

"B-but Dawn--that's--"

"The Changelings had some really good ideas, Rushie."

She gasps softly, staring at my mutated length. "Changelings!? We gotta get you to a doctor or something--"

"No, Rushie. We just have to enjoy ourselves."

"B-but you're--"

"I'm better now. I feel so much better than I did when I cared about 'decency' and 'taboo'," I murmur, as I hop off the bed.

"But I--"

"You're gonna be my perfect lover." I walk right up to her, caressing her cheek as she shrinks away from me. "Forever wrapped in my wings..."

She shudders. "Dawn, we can't do this. I don't want the rest of my life to be--"

I play my trump card. "Timeloop~!"

She tilts her head. Realization hits her like a brick wall. "Wait, this is a--"

I lunge forward, shoving my tongue into her mouth, pressing her against the wall. She squirms under me, moaning, pawing at my body--playing hard-to-get. I pull back, just far enough to let her slide down to the floor; and then I plant my forelegs on the wall, and let my tip bob in front of her.

She blinks a couple times, then shrugs, and opens her mouth--and then my tip folds open, revealing three fleshy, sticky 'petals' with thick green slime drooling off of them.

"Huh?"

And then I thrust, and the 'petals' clamp down around her face, gluing themselves to her fur. She squeaks, pawing at it desperately, trying to dislodge it. I don't even notice. I'm having the time of my fucking life, as my augmented seed-factories kick into high gear. I can already feel the first egg coming out...!

"Ffffuck!" I growl, as the egg travels down my shaft, forcing her jaw wider and then slipping down her throat with ease. A load of Changeling jizz follows it as I climax involuntarily. Chrysalis tried to warn me, I guess--she said that my 'breeding instincts' would be far stronger than a normal pony's. But I don't care. Egg number two is coming, and so am I.

"Mghk!" Rushie squeaks, as the second egg pushes past her lips. Her panicked flailing is starting to subside, her mind numbed by the cocktail of hormones in the slimy loads I'm giving her. She swallows the egg and the chaser with ease. I think there's a muscle relaxant or something in that stuff. Well, I say 'think'. I'm pretty sure I'm not thinking at all, at this point. Egg 3 and Egg 4 start coming down the chute at the same time, and it feels exactly like you think it does: Like cumming twice at once. "H-haaahn~! Fuck! Fuck!" I howl as I go cross-eyed, overwhelmed. I lost count after that, but I think I laid seven or eight of them. Rushie's belly is already swelling up.

I pull off with a gentle 'pop', letting slime dribble down her chin. She looks up at me, sucking in air, lying limply against the wall, and her eyes burn with an impossible passion. She kicks her hindlegs apart. "More," she mumbles. I'll give her more, all right...

I roll her over, yanking her tail upward--she moans her approval. The only part of her that bothers moving is her slit, winking eagerly. I line up, and when I've got it halfway in I plant my hooves on her shoulders and thrust. There's no buildup, no fanfare; I simply stuff my cock into her until it's kissing her cervix, and then I unceremoniously keep thrusting until I'm in. She squeals as my tip folds open, locking me into her and ensuring that every single egg I lay lands safe and snug inside her womb. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve--the eggs keep coming, each one triggering a cascade of moans from both of us. Rushie's so hopped up on Changeling baby batter that when I finally pull out, she keeps cumming, mewling as she rolls onto her back, rubbing her egg-laden belly and staring vacantly at the ceiling. I'm not doing much better; I flop next to her, idly jacking off, my freaky changeling dick working overtime to make more eggs for my pretty mare-toy.

I wake up later that night to the sound of Rushie moaning happily. Lifting my head, I turn to look at her, and see her eggs--all resting neatly on the floor, except for one.

One egg is already hatching. The changeling breaks out, and--to our pleasant surprise--grows to nearly full size within about a minute. If I were at all interested in biology, I'd consider it a marvel. As it is, I only care about getting to fuck Rushie again, and it seems like our little drone has the same idea. He mounts her face, and she giggles softly as she starts sucking him off; I mount her rump, and start making more drones. Behind me, the other eggs are starting to hatch...

"Hm. Not bad," Trixie mutters. "Not bad at all."

"I try." I idly buff one of my hooves.

"So, what will you do next?"

"I think I'm gonna go back to basics. Let's see how the Mane 6 like to party."