Decoy

The mare didn’t come back to cuddle with Decoy that night, which it noticed when it woke up in the morning, penis painfully erect and vulva dripping. It shifted them away and headed to the showers, since it had made itself dirty again going out in the desert to whine, and hadn’t taken another one since then.

She met it there, having also made herself filthy with the unicorn’s help, and they washed each other off. “Sorry it didn’t work out,” she said, while scrubbing its side. “You really should have asked first though.”

“I thought I had,” it said. “Sometimes I misunderstand ponies.”

“Well, I chewed him out on your behalf but it turns out he’s, you know, super monogamous. So as long as I’m seeing him I can’t see anypony else.”

“Can we still cuddle?” it asked.

She had to think about that. “Probably shouldn’t risk it. If he knew he’d be super jealous.”

“I don’t see what he has to be jealous about,” Decoy grumbled, finishing up with the mare’s flank and moving to wash under her tail.

“Eep, no! I’ll get there!” she said, kicking it away.

That day was another spent digging trenches with the unicorn. They didn’t talk.

After work there was a little daylight left, so it explored the site from the air, trying to figure out what they were building. It couldn’t make heads or tails of the design – parts of it looked like a magic circle, while other parts were clearly factories or silos or mysterious square buildings covered in technological greebles. As night fell, some of the buildings lit up with steady or blinking lights, mostly red or yellow, in no particular pattern. It landed before it was completely dark, since flying at night wasn’t safe unless it turned into a bat or something.

All its roommates were in their bunks when it arrived.

“Are you going to be okay?” the mare asked, leaning down over the edge to talk as it fidgeted in its bed, trying to get comfortable. “I know you were feeding off me…”

“I’ll have to find somewhere else to get emotions,” it said. “It’s not urgent as long as I stick to simple transformations.”

She frowned. “Don’t they have you as a Maulwurf most of the time?”

“It’s big, but mostly mundane,” it explained.

“Can’t you just eat your own emotions?” the pegasus asked. “I thought that was the whole deal with you being reformed and all.”

“Being reformed means we can feel emotions,” it explained. “Which means we can eat each others’. Eating my own would be really dangerous, and might change me back. The whole way the curse kept us hungry and evil was to trick us into eating most of our own emotions before we could feel them. We couldn’t feel love because we’d eat the seeds of it before they had a chance to sprout. Or embarrassment, or happiness, or fear… except for Thorax. He can’t eat fear, so he could still feel it. We all thought he was a coward and picked on him… now all of us can feel fear, and he’s the bravest because he has the most practice.” That wasn’t entirely true – Pharynx was still as brave as ever, and Decoy suspected that he’d been able to feel fear too, all along, and had just reacted with aggression instead of by cowering. It’d been too afraid to confront Pharynx and ask if it was right, though.

“But you can eat fear?” asked the quiet earth pony, from the top bunk across the room.

“Of course,” it said.

“Because if you came up here and cuddled with me, that would be really really scary.”

“She said it wasn’t an emergency,” the pegasus said kicking the bottom of the bunk above her. “You don’t need to sacrifice yourself.”

“You aren’t one of the ponies I’d want to make suffer,” Decoy said.

“No, no!” she said, turning to the side and looking down at it. “I woudn’t be suffering! I mean… I would be but not in a bad way? I…” She squirmed a bit, then scrunched her eyes closed and said rapidly, “I like being scared! I mean, when I know in my head that it’s safe, I like feeling scared in my heart. If that makes sense?”

Decoy flashed into a scarier form, and buzzed up into the center of the room, holding its head level with hers. “Alright then,” it said in the multi-toned voice of an unreformed changeling.

The earth pony opened her eyes and squeaked, retreating against the wall that her bunk was set against. Decoy followed her into the cozy nook between the bunk and the ceiling, and as she sat there quivering and tense, wrapped itself around her – she went mostly limp at it’s touch, and it carefully arranged her as a pony-loaf in the middle of her mattress, settling down atop her, the sharp chitin of its hole-filled legs pressing against her soft fur on either side, while its weight rested on her back.

“You should probably have a safeword,” said the pegasus, who’d climbed out of her bed to get a better view.

The flirty mare shrugged. “If they don’t have a safeword, the safeword is ‘stop’.”

Decoy felt the energy flowing into it and ran one of its jutting fangs across its victim’s ear. “Do you want me to stop,” it hissed.

She shook her head, slightly.

After a while, the pony in its grasp started to relax. “All done?” it asked, making her tense up again.

“It would be terrifying,” she said in a quiet voice, “if the evil changeling that captured me was a male, and… took me while I was helpless in his grasp.”

“No!” shouted the pegasus, who’d gone back to bed at some point. “No sex in the room!”

“Oh come on,” said the mare on the other top bunk. “You know she needs it.”

“Please, Tsunami,” the mare beneath it said.

“I think you’re outvoted,” giggled the mare across the room.

“Ugh, fine,” said the pegasus. “But if this is what we’re going to be doing, then I’ve got next.”

Decoy noticed that no one had asked it, but then again, it hadn’t been subtle about what it wanted. Obviously, they knew it wouldn’t mind. So while there wasn’t any such thing as a ‘male changeling’ – not physically, at least – it grew an appropriately hard and spiky penis – not sharp enough injure, but something that would feel scary going in. He slid back, sliding his fangs to either side of the quivering mare’s neck as he bit down on her mane, and hissed as he pressed the tip of his cock against her folds.

She squeaked, but didn’t move away.

Decoy chittered, buzzing his wings, and shifted his hips to slowly slide inside her. She was incredibly wet – apparently when she said she ‘enjoyed being scared’, it included becoming aroused – and he hadn’t made himself particularly big, so it was an easy fit, and one thrust let him slide all the way in, soft warmth and wetness engulfing his shaft, twitching around it each time she squeaked as one of the ridges or blunt spikes rubbed across something particularly sensitive.

She whined and squirmed as he held it in place, so he started moving, thrusting in a rough, jerky rhythm that would be most in character for a changeling abusing his prisoner. After a few thrusts, she stopped pretending to be scared, and moaned loudly as she pressed back against him, and they worked into more of a standard sexual rhythm, with a few rough thrusts and a gradually increasing pace to try to get her to climax.

When she finally did – shouting loudly and jerking beneath him – he let himself roll over the edge of orgasm he’d been floating at, and exploded inside her, sharing her ecstasy and making a few more jerky thrusts as he slowed down to sit motionless inside her again. She whined and clenched around his shaft as another shiver ran through her body, and he shifted it away, shifting out of the scary changeling form entirely as she turned towards it, and then into its soft, squeezable ‘snuggle form’ as she buried her muzzle in its fluffy fur.

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It woke in the middle of the night, still in cuddle-form, to the strange feeling of a pony licking the fluff between its legs. The tail in front of it was from the fearful pony whose bed it had drifted off in, now apparently still clinging to it but facing the other direction, so it gave itself a sheathed penis for her to coax out and suck on for a while, while it slowly licked at her sex.

Neither of them had an orgasm that time, but it felt really good.