Surprise, you're a father!
Velvet sighed through his nose and plopped his head roughly onto the bar. He'd been stood up. Again. Canterlot was not a good place for somepony like him to pick up stallions. He began listlessly pushing his full glass of rum around. Drinking alone wasn't his favorite thing to do. Sure, maybe he was a slut, but he was a slut with a conscience. Sometimes. He'd lost control on a few occasions when alcohol was involved, but he had a good head on his shoulders when he was sober. Most of the time, anyway.
Somepony sat down heavily on the stool next to Velvet and murmured a greeting before turning away, and he glanced idly at them. It was a rose colored changeling with azure eyes and wings, and while everything about them made Violet think they were a she, there was a significant bulge peeking out that suggested otherwise.
"Mmm, a cross-dresser? Or maybe a trans?" Velvet wondered. "Either way, they're almost as large as Mac." He thought back to the red stallion he used to visit in Ponyville before the big guy got married. Mac's dick almost dragged on the floor at full length, and that pony's hips moved like a machine. Not only that, but he came buckets. Velvet sighed again. "Dammit, Mac. Why'd you have to go and get married? Nopony can satisfy me like you could."
"Wait a minute. This night doesn't have to be a total bust. That changeling looks alone. I wonder if they'd mind some company?" Velvet thought to himself. He sat back up and glanced at the changeling again. They sat with their rear legs crossed so he couldn't see all of what they were packing, but regardless, he liked what little he could see.
"Soo... are you here alone?" Velvet asked, resting his chin on one hoof.
The changeling turned their head toward the mahogany colored pony and looked him over quickly. "Yeah, I am," they said in a feminine voice.
"You wouldn't happen to have anything planned later tonight, would you?" Velvet continued as he batted his soft raspberry eyes.
The changeling blinked a couple times and eyed Velvet's small frame again. "You're asking a changeling that question? Do you know what we do?"
Velvet waved a hoof dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, of course I do. You guys destroy assholes, I get it. Trust me, I can handle that kind of thing," he said nonchalantly, unknowingly making one of the biggest mistakes of his life.
"In that case, I do now," the changeling said smoothly. "But let's make it more fun. What's your alcohol tolerance like?"
Velvet shrugged. "It's about average. Maybe slightly below."
"About the same as me, then. What do you say to a drinking game? If I win, I get to do whatever I want to you tonight."
"Hmm..." Velvet tapped his nose and thought for a moment. "Sure, why not. And if I win, you're gonna fuck me relentlessly until I tell you to stop."
The changeling snorted in amusement. "That's how you like it, huh? And you're absolutely certain you can handle this?" They shifted their hind legs, allowing Velvet to catch a glimpse of the full monstrosity. His initial guess was correct; it was big, but Mac was bigger. Their dick was a little over half as long as his hind leg while soft, and it was shaped oddly, nothing like the horse cock he was used to. It kind of reminded him of the candelabra light bulbs in the light fixtures at his grandma's house. Just a lot bigger. And pinker. It was a couple shades lighter than the changeling's body.
"I can handle that easily," Velvet said confidently.
"If you say so." The changeling flagged down the bartender and pulled a pack of cards from a bag across their side. "You know how to play drunk blackjack?"
Velvet shrugged. "I've played regular blackjack a couple times. What's involved with the drunk version?"
"Alcohol, obviously. We bet shots instead of money. Loser has to drink all shots wagered. If there's a push, neither of us drink. Best of five." The changeling turned to the bartender as they approached and ordered ten shots of something called 'mel.'
"Sounds fair." Velvet raised an eyebrow as the bartender started pouring a green liquid into small shot glasses. "What's that?"
The changeling glanced at Velvet. "It's mel. It's a kind of mead from the changeling hive. Do you like mead?"
Velvet nodded. "Yeah, it's not bad."
"This doesn't taste too different, but the alcohol content is higher. It's somewhere between your average mead and a mild vodka." The changeling took the cards out of the pack and started shuffling them.
"Sounds good." Velvet pushed his long ivory mane from his eyes and leaned forward on the bar. "I didn't catch your name. I'm Velvet Song."
"I'm Aphelia," the changeling replied. It sounded like a fairly feminine name to Velvet, and that combined with everything else led him to the conclusion that the changeling was indeed a she, just not full transitioned. She finished shuffling and placed the cards in a deck face-down. "With how much you're gonna be screaming my name tonight, I don't think you'll ever forget it."
The bartender slid a rectangular platter over to them with ten shots of mel on it. Aphelia took one and placed it between her and Velvet, and he did the same. "Ready to become my slave for a night?" she said as she began dealing cards.
Velvet chuckled. "You have to beat me first."
"Won't be too hard. I don't want to deal with hitting and standing and all that, so just take a card if you want one." Aphelia finished dealing and placed the rest of the deck in front of the drinks. They both looked at the cards - a nine on top of the face down card for Aphelia, and a five and a three for Velvet.
Velvet took a card and flipped it over. It was only a two so he grabbed another, which to his luck, ended up being a ten. That brought his total up to twenty.
Aphelia nodded. "Not bad," she said. She flipped over the face down card, a seven, and grabbed another. It was a six, putting her over twenty-one. "Damn." Aphelia swept the cards into a small pile and slammed back the two shots of mel. Then she put another on the bar, and Velvet did the same. "Your turn to deal."
Velvet dealt the new cards, which ended up being a seven for him, and a jack and a three for Aphelia. She grabbed a six, putting her total at nineteen, and she stopped there. Velvet's face down card was an ace, so he grabbed another - an eight. His total still wasn't high enough to win, though, so he took another. It was a queen, causing him to bust.
"Ah, lucky one," Velvet said. He grabbed one of the shot glasses and peered into it. It was a little thicker than any other alcoholic drink he'd seen, but it still seemed drinkable. The smell was also vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place his hoof on why. Shrugging, he drank it, and like Aphelia had said, it tasted pretty similar to mead. It was slightly salty and had a strange aftertaste, but it wasn't bad.
The next round also ended in Aphelia's favor, with her total being nineteen and Velvet's being eighteen. He drank again, and still the familiar aftertaste registered in his mind, but he couldn't recognize exactly what it was. He found himself back in it as he won the next round, however, with twenty-one to Aphelia's twenty. Regardless of who won, they were both going to be quite drunk at the end of the night.
"I'm impressed. Usually when I play this game with ponies, they only win one at most," Aphelia said as she dealt the last set of cards.
"Why, are you just that good at-" Velvet began, but a murmur of surprise from Aphelia cut him off. "What is it?"
"You got a Blackjack," Aphelia said as she pointed at the cards. Velvet looked down, and sure enough, he'd been dealt a queen and an ace. Aphelia's face-up card was a four, so there couldn't be a push.
Velvet raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Huh, that's lucky."
Aphelia nodded and sighed in annoyance. "Fuck. That's the first time I've lost." She downed the last two shots of mel and shoved the cards back into the box. "Well, at least I still get to fuck you senseless later."
"Good at that, are you?" Velvet joked as he pulled his glass of rum closer.
"Boy, you have no idea." Aphelia gave Velvet a curious glance as he raised the glass to his lips. "After all that, you're drinking more? Are you trying to get wasted?"
Velvet laughed. "I paid good money for this, so I'm not letting it all go to waste. I'll only have a little bit."
Aphelia shrugged. "You do you, I guess."
As the night wore on, Velvet quickly found himself becoming intoxicated. The bartender had taken his rum away at some point, saying it was for "his own safety" or some bullshit like that. To top it off, Velvet was also incredibly horny for some odd reason. Doing stuff like this wasn't anything new for him, so why was did he suddenly feel like he wanted to do nothing but be Aphelia's personal sex toy for the rest of the night?
Velvet rested his head on Aphelia's shoulder and stretched his forelegs out so they rested on the bar in front of him. "Hey, I'm getting tired of this place. Wanna head somewhere else now?"
Aphelia raised an eyebrow at Velvet and chuckled. "I guess that means the aphrodisiac is kicking in?"
Velvet furrowed his brow. "The who-what now?"
"Mel is laced with a pretty strong aphrodisiac. That's why you're hornier than a bitch in heat right now," Aphelia said matter of factly.
"You gave me aphodesi-somethings? Why'd you do that? Isn't that illegal?" Velvet asked.
"You wanted me to fuck you relentlessly. How am I supposed to do that if you go soft after one round?" Aphelia slipped off of her stool and glanced around. "And I didn't give it to you, you willingly drank after I told you what it was, therefore I didn't do anything against the law. I'll be right back," she said as she walked over to the corner of the bar and disapeared into the shadows.
Velvet shrugged and rested his chin on one hoof. Normally he'd probably be upset about something like that, but he wanted her dick inside of him too badly to care at that point. He shifted in his seat, trying to restrain himself from jacking it then and there. "Fuck, just how strong is that stuff?" he murmured to himself.
"Alright, let's go," an unfamiliar voice behind Velvet said. He turned to see a fancy-looking dark blue unicorn with a neat silver mane, a matching mustache, and deep green eyes staring at him.
"I'm sorry, what?" Velvet asked, confused as to what was going on.
The unicorn sighed and shook his head. "It's Aphelia, dumbass. I'm a changeling, remember? This is what the bar owner looks like."
"Oh. Why are you the bar owner?"
"So we can sneak around without getting kicked out. I don't think he's here tonight, so we shouldn't get caught. Come on." Aphelia walked off, so Velvet slipped off his stool and followed her.
They walked through an "Employees Only" door without being stopped, even earning a friendly wave from a couple of the workers. The back hallways of the bar were small, but well kempt. There were a good number of doors along the wall, but Aphelia led Velvet all the way to the end of the hall.
"What's this place?" Velvet slurred out.
Aphelia transformed back into her true form in a flash of green light and shrugged. "I don't know. Let's find out." She swung the door open to reveal a fairly large storage closet that was lit by the dim light streaming in through the high windows, much higher than a pony could see through without flying. There were a few untouched stools, chairs, and tables situated against the far wall, as well as an assortment of drinking glasses along another wall. Large amounts of various unopened cleaning supplies adorned the third wall, probably so the cleaning staff wouldn't have to go to the store every time something ran out. The final wall, the one the door was recessed into, was bare, save for a few mounted clipboards with the inventory of the room hung on them.
"We should be good in here. I don't think anypony's gonna come back here tonight," Aphelia said as she nudged Velvet into the closet and shut the door behind them. Her breathing had gotten ragged, but he didn't notice.
"You don't seem very drunk," Velvet said. He was about as wasted as a pony could get without falling down or crashing into things.
Aphelia nodded. "I said I have slightly lower alcohol tolerance than average. The average tolerance for changelings is a good deal higher than ponies, so it's still higher than yours." She turned to Velvet, and even in the dim light, he could clearly see the the heat in her cheeks.
"You're very good at twisting words," Velvet commented. Aphelia started stalking toward him, and he backed up in response. He felt his hooves slip from under him and he fell back against the door, which left him lying face up between it and the changeling. Only now did he realize she was probably even hornier than he was since she'd had more of the aphrodisiac. Her being a good twenty centimeters taller than him didn't help his confidence.
"I'm also very good at rearranging intestines. Want to find out for yourself?" Aphelia asked as she brought her face only a few centimeters from Velvet's own, cleverly changing the subject again. He glanced down, where Aphelia's now rock-hard cock was resting on top of his own, already dribbling a wet green line from the tip. It dwarfed him in size, too, being about as long and wide as his foreleg.
"Please," Velvet said quietly, almost in a whisper.
That was the only invitation Aphelia needed. She mashed her face into Velvet's, forcing his mouth open with her long tongue before twirling it around his own. Velvet felt himself melt into her, quiet moans escaping his drunk lips as their cocks ground together. Pre kept dripping from Aphelia's dick, acting as lube between them, and Velvet found himself squirming helplessly beneath her. It seemed like everywhere her pre touched became more sensitive, and it took all of his willpower to not cum on the spot.
Without warning, Aphelia broke the kiss and pulled back before ramming forward again, and Velvet gasped in pleasure as the first few inches of her pointed, lubed dick found his asshole and opened it wide. She grabbed onto the small pony's shoulders to use as support and began slowly working herself inside of him, being rough, but not so much so that she hurt him. Velvet bit his lip and glanced down to see the widest point of her dick pass through his asshole. He wasn't sure if it was the aphrodisiac from the mel, Aphelia's incredible skill, or something else, but intense jolts of pleasure shot through every spot inside of him she touched. He'd never felt something so incredible.
Aphelia suddenly slipped in all the way to the hilt as her dick became thinner, and Velvet's mouth opened wide in a silent moan. He still had enough mental capacity left to try and stay somewhat quiet, but it was so difficult when the most sensitive parts of his body were tingling with that strange warmth. She pulled out carefully to the base of her "knot" before pushing back in, slowly working up the speed of her thrusts.
Velvet rested his head against the ground, his breaths turning into rapid pants as he tried to keep up with Aphelia. She wasn't as big as Mac, true, but he'd never been fucked by somepony as skillful as her before. Every thrust rubbed against a different sensitive spot, including ones he hadn't known existed. His chest was already soaked with his own pre, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.
"Man, you're a good fuck," Aphelia grunted. "I've never been able to go in all the way with a pony before."
"Well, I've been fucked by dicks bigger than yours for years," Velvet gasped out between thrusts. Aphelia was moving like a jackhammer now, way faster than he could move his own hips. All he could do at this point was take it.
Aphelia snorted. "Bigger maybe, but did they turn you into this much of a mess?" She adjusted her aim slightly, now rubbing up against another pleasure point Velvet had been unaware of.
Velvet moaned loudly and shook his head, drooling and panting like the slut he was. He was starting to lose control of his mind, and all he wanted was to be ruthlessly bred by the massive cock hammering his insides.
"Didn't think so." Aphelia brought her assault to a stop and lifted Velvet's dick from his slimy stomach. "Now suck."
Velvet gave her a questioning glance, but obeyed. Anything to make her start moving those wonderfully talented hips again. His dick may be smaller than most stallions', but he found he could still get the first couple inches in his mouth without trouble. There was a good amount of Aphelia's pre still on it, and again, he felt that strange tingle as it touched his mouth. Velvet's objective had always been to service other ponies, so despite being the kinky bastard he was, the concept of sucking himself off was something he hadn't even thought of before.
"Good boy," Aphelia said as she reared her hips back again. She slammed her dick in to the hilt, and Velvet coughed in surprise as his cock was forced further into his mouth and butted up against his throat. He hadn't had his dick sucked in a while. He'd forgotten how good it felt.
Aphelia began humping away again, and Velvet's eyes rolled back into his head at the combined feelings of simultaneously being fucked, giving a blowjob, and receiving a blowjob. He couldn't moan with his mouth stuffed with his own cock, but if he could, he'd be moaning like a bitch in heat.
Velvet felt his muscles twitch, and a wave of bliss fell over him as he came, firing milky cum down his throat. It quickly became more than he could contain between his increased libido from the mel and his dick still being forced in and out of his mouth, and it began squirting out past his lips. Aphelia mercifully ceased her motion, and Velvet's cock popped out of his mouth as his intense orgasm continued. Rope after rope of cum arced into the air, coating Velvet's chest and the surrounding floor in the sticky fluid.
"I guess that was too much for you," Aphelia commented, amused. "Ready for round two?"
Velvet opened his mouth to decline, but stopped when he realized he was still hard, and his body still felt surprisingly willing to continue. He thought he'd be exhausted after a session like that, but he was still raring to go. He nodded, and Aphelia smiled in response.
"Good. Let's shake things up a bit." In a surprising show of strength, Aphelia reached down and easily flipped Velvet onto his stomach. She pushed his head against the ground with one foreleg and used the other to bring his hips level with her own, all the while keeping herself inside of him. After giving him a brief moment to adjust, she started railing him again from behind.
Velvet moaned in ecstasy, thoroughly loving the feeling of being bred like an animal. Aphelia was going full speed again, leaving him entirely at her mercy. From this position she was hitting a different set of sensitive areas than before, sending new waves of pleasure through his body. Had it not been for her supporting his hips with one of her forelegs, his legs would have given out long ago.
Velvet's panting had become rough by this point, and his mind was having a hard time processing what was happening to his body. The waves of pleasure were starting to take over, clouding his already impaired thoughts. All too soon he felt the familiar pressure of another oncoming orgasm, and he clenched his entire body as he came again, shooting all over his face. He opened his mouth, catching more of the salty liquid in his mouth.
"That's good. Alright, onto your side." Aphelia said as she slowed to a halt again. She gently flipped Velvet over onto his side and laid down behind him, using one of her forelegs to hold his hind leg in the air and allow herself easy entrance. She began pounding away again, once again hitting an entirely different set of nerves.
The wet sound of their bodies filled the room, and Velvet's tongue lolled from his mouth as he moaned shamelessly, his mind completely overcome with pleasure. Every thrust reverberated through his body, and he felt his heart change pulse to match. He found himself wishing he could stay like that forever, the personal sex slave to Aphelia. He'd never felt more content than he was in that moment.
"I haven't had this much fun in years. I'll have to come find you again sometime soon," Aphelia said in Velvet's ear. She too was panting at that point, both from exertion and pleasure. She twisted his head around with one forehoof so she could kiss him again, albeit slightly less roughly than she had the first time. Their tongues danced around each other, both of them exploring their lover's mouth intimately.
Velvet broke the kiss with a lusty moan as he came a third time. Cum splattered all over the floor in front of him, albeit in a lower quantity than the past two times. As much as he was enjoying himself, his body was having trouble keeping up with Aphelia's demands. Still, he remained rock-hard, and Aphelia nodded in approval.
"Good, you haven't gone soft yet. I think once more should do it for me," Aphelia grunted. She slid one foreleg underneath Velvet's side and pushed herself into a sitting position, taking the small pony with her. She slid her back up against the wall and twisted Velvet around so he was facing her, her dick still embedded in his ass. "Okay, I think it's your turn to put in some work."
Velvet nodded eagerly, his mind completely overtaken by lust. He quickly adjusted his hind legs and began pumping Aphelia's cock, wanting desperately to milk the batter from her body. As much as he loved being fucked, he loved nothing more than being filled to the brim. Now that he was in charge, it was hit job to bring Aphelia to her orgasm.
Aphelia bit her lip and let out a shaky breath through her nose. "Fuck... here I was, thinking you were just another hole."
Velvet chuckled through the lust-filled haze in his mind. "I've fucked a stallion or two in my life. I've picked up some things." He moved faster and faster, both him and Aphelia now moaning carelessly as they moved their hips in tandem. Every thrust sent a powerful shock wave through Velvet's body that only served to increase his need. Aphelia's dick reached further into his body than he'd ever been touched before, and the ecstasy it brought pushed any conscious thoughts from his mind as his body gave in to his desires.
"Nghh... now you get what you asked for!" Aphelia cried right before a moan of pure pleasure escaped her lungs and she grabbed Vevlet's shoulders with her forelegs, forcing him down along her length and pulling his body up against hers. Velvet felt her twitch inside of him as she slammed her hips home one last time, and a torrent of cum was unleashed inside his body. He came immediately afterward, spraying his own comparatively small load in between their connected bodies.
The cum kept shooting into Velvet's body, relentlessly filling him to the brim and beyond. His stomach began distending slightly out in front of him, creating a barely noticeable bulge in his tummy.
Aphelia bit down on Velvet's ear and screamed in pleasure. A moment later Velvet felt the torrent of cum suddenly increase, to the point where it almost felt like a solid entering his body. Shortly after he felt a strange sensation in his body as Aphelia's cum pumped into his stomach, and then up his throat and into his mouth. He blinked in surprise, but then decided to just accept it. He'd never had that much cum in his body, but honestly, he found it kind of arousing. And had his mind not been controlled by lust, he might have noticed that it tasted almost exactly like mel, just without the alcohol, and a bit sweeter.
Aphelia sighed as her orgasm died down and the flow of cum slowed. She glanced at Velvet, where her green cum had now started spilling out of his mouth, and she giggled. "Oops, that's never happened before. Usually I slip out long before that happens. Here." She brought him in for another kiss, allowing her excess cum to enter back into her body. After a few seconds the flow stopped, and she broke broke the kiss. "Fuck, I've never enjoyed being with a pony that much. Wanna meet again sometime?"
Velvet nodded weakly and rested his head on Aphelia's shoulder. The aphrodisiac seemed like it was starting to wear off. His dick had had enough and was slowly shrinking, his body now felt like he had just run an entire 5k race in ten minutes, and he could feel the abuse his asshole had taken. Still, he didn't regret a thing.
Aphelia sighed happily and brushed the back of Velvet's mane with one hoof. "Our children are going to be so beautiful. The male is a real cutie."
Velvet snorted. "I don't know how changelings work, but male ponies don't get pregnant."
Aphelia laughed and shook her head. "No, idiot. Female changelings are herms. After getting fucked by a male changeling, we need somewhere to lay our eggs. Usually in the male's ass. They should crawl out of you in a week or so." There was a moment of silence as a thought crossed her mind, and she frowned. "Wait. You knew that, right? When I asked if you knew what changelings did, you said yes. You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?"
Velvet's mouth dropped open as his clearing mind processed her words. She'd just laid her eggs. Inside of his body. And he was supposed to birth her children in seven days. What?!
"Uhh, y-yeah. I knew that. Of course I did," Velvet said nervously.
Aphelia let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, good. Whew. You really had me worried for a second," she said with an anxious laugh. She wrapped her forelegs across Velvet's back and nestled her face into his neck, embracing him surprisingly intimately.
Had it not been for the fact that Velvet had mistaken changeling eggs to be cum, he might have enjoyed the somewhat romantic moment. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! What am I going to do?! I have to go to work on Monday!" he thought panickedly. "Nooo... this is not how I wanted my night to go." He buried his face in Aphelia's neck and let out a defeated sigh. "Man. I regret everything about tonight," the thought as his battered body and tired mind slipped from consciousness.
