"Hah, you're adorable" Polaris said, smirking a little bit as he poked the changeling's butt. "T-That doesn't help with the colors though!" Reeve huffed, pouting back at him with a bit of a scrunched snout. The blue and pink reformed changeling was trying on some outfits again, and Polaris was being about as unhelpful as usual. He knew that he looked cute in everything already, damn it. Like he usually did, Polaris chuckled and gave an actual answer, saying, "Anyway, I like the white, but I'm not sure if _this_ shade of blue goes well..." He said, running a hoof along the skirt. "Yeah..." Reeve said, looking in the mirror again. He pulled off the top, and he wiggled his butt towards Polaris, saying, "Well, it seems that it wouldn't matter if this gets dirty...~".

That made Polaris grin, and Reeve let out an adorable squeak as the bigger stallion mounted him. Hardening cock pressed against soft ponut, and the changeling shivered as he murmured, "J-Just a moment... all right, I'm good". Changelings didn't actually need food, after all, so a changeling butt was very different than a pony butt. The self lubrication was damn useful, especially because Reeve was about the gayest changeling alive. With the go-ahead, Polaris smoothly thrusted himself inside, and Reeve groaned softly as he felt the thick length filling him, something that he couldn't ever get used to. Not like he wanted to, as that might make it less fun.

Polaris wasted little time with foreplay when it came to Reeve, since the two ponies tended to feed off of each other, and Reeve found most foreplay to be frustratingly teasing. Reeve powered Polaris' magic with the lust he gave, and Polaris powered reeve in return with the fountain of love that he gave in return. Interestingly, that was one thing dark magic had in common with changelings- it could feed on lust. It couldn't gain anything from normal emotions, and changelings couldn't gain anything from pain and suffering like dark magic could, but they did share that one thing, and if it wasn't for the gears on his flanks, one might rightfully assume that debauchery was Polaris' talent.

Of course, they didn't act as a free energy machine! Polaris had to eat tons of food to keep his magic and his body strong, and he could overeat as much as he wished since his magic kept his body locked into its build. Well, except for when he decides that he wants to switch genders. Or races. Or species. Dark magic was pretty damn resourceful. Right now though, Polaris wasn't using any.

One of his front hooves was pressed to the floor in front of Reeve to keep the bug from sliding out from under him, his hind legs were planted on the floor, obviously, and his free hoof was under Reeve's skirt, stroking the changeling's cock as he rammed his own inside of him over and over. It had taken Reeve a long time to stop being shy about his moans, and around Polaris, he rarely held them in, his cute voice filling the room as he vocalized how good the thrusting felt.

Unless you were taking a close look, it was hard to tell if Reeve was a mare or not. By default, Reeve sounded male, but he didn't even need his changeling powers to talk in a clearly female voice whenever he wanted to. And his passion for dressing up in all sorts of outfits (most of them meant for mares) didn't really help, though he didn't actually wear clothes on normal days. The main defining detail though, was his stallionhood. For the sake of love collection, Changelings were usually rather gifted, and Reeve was no exception. He was just average when it came to ponies as a whole, but his equipment certainly looked impressively big on his smallish body.

Polaris sure liked it, and while Reeve had originally found it strange, he eventually became hooked on the way Polaris preferred to rut him while stroking him off at the same time. Polaris always tried to make Reeve cum first, and Reeve was almost embarassed by how easy it was. Over time, Polaris had learned every little trick about pleasuring the bug, and well, Reeve would rather have a stallion who could make him cum within a minute than one who didn't know what they were doing.

Speaking of that, Polaris had decided it was time. His hoof was soaked with Reeve's slippery precum, and it glided along the changeling's cock with almost no friction. He could feel Reeve's shaft beginning to flare, just like his own as he stuffed it into him. Polaris liked to make Reeve cum, and then let the changeling's orgasm bring about his own. His hoof began to move faster, he bit down softly on his neck, and he changed the force of his thrusts, swapping the speedy but gentle thrusting for hard, slower bucks.

The sudden change and intensity of pleasure made Reeve cry out, and he moaned loudly as he began to cum, his cock throbbing strongly as it began to wetly splash against his skirt, making quite a mess of the fabric as it overflowed onto the floor. His tight, slippery ass clamped down onto Polaris, and Polaris only managed another few bucks before he shoved himself inside to the hilt and stayed there, blasting a powerful gush of cum inside of Reeve as the bug shivered with delight. Reeve's plot clenched tightly around Polaris with strong milking motions, and they synchronized with the pulses of his orgasm to make sure he milked the stallion for everything he had.

Thanks to his magic, Polaris didn't stop cumming until Reeve did, and being a changeling, Reeve's orgasms lasted for quite a while. As Reeve came down from the climax, Polaris continued to slowly stroke his cock, making his afterglow that much more wonderful as he slowly softened. Reeve shuddered as Polaris pulled out, and he rubbed the bulge in his belly with a small grin, saying, "Never get tired of that~"

"Well, I sure don't~" Polaris said. His horn lit up, and all of the excess... fluid was cleaned away, though Reeve's skirt still stayed rather wet. He pulled Reeve up into a kiss, and his magic removed the skirt from the changeling, tossing it in the laundry. Reeve smiled into the kiss a little bit, and he gave Polaris a hug, before breaking both it and the kiss off. From above them, the intercom clicked, and the speakers in Reeve's bedroom let out the voice of Saphira, Polaris' AI daughter who effectively was part of the facility. "Well, good timing, you two... someone's parked a Rolls Royce of all things outside, and she's coming up to the main door"

Polaris thoughtfully frowned, then he shrugged, saying, "Well, I guess I'll check on it then" As he trotted out of the room, but not before giving the changeling one last smooch.

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The further she got down the long walkway, the more... defeated Silver felt. Hell, the tiny amount of magic it took to make sure that her fur stayed black and her mane stayed silver was too much for her. She hated it. Well, thinking on it, her reasons for hating it didn't really exist anymore. It was Polaris that made her decide to turn her mane Silver, because she refused to share a mane color with her enemy. But did it matter anymore?

Her coat was a wreck, stained with mud and whatever else was in that damn alleyway. Some part of Silver was kind of amused, actually. As a foal, she had a silver coat of fur and a bright, golden mane and tail. At some point, Polaris had told her that he originally had a silver mane and tail, before his magic. For both ponies, their dark magic turned their manes and tails black, and Silver had turned her shiny fur just as black as her mane until Polaris came along, him and his dark gray fur and a mane as black as hers.

With a competitor like him, she wanted to stand out, so she turned her mane silver, and it had stayed like that ever since. And as she walked down the tunnel, the mare couldn't help but laugh a little bit, amused that her dark, terrifying magical form was just herself, but with her colors flipped. And the teeth, and the eyes, but still. She knew Polaris would recognise her.

She came to a stop at the doors, looking out at the falling rain to either side. Was she really going to do this? She looked back down the tunnel, and she sighed as she realized that she had no choice. She raised a hoof, knocking on the dooor.

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Polaris waited a few moments, so it wouldn't be obvious that he was waiting behind the doors. He pulled one of them open, and he gave Silver a businesslike smile as he said, "Hello?"

He... he hadn't recognised her yet. Silver hesitated, and in a small, quiet voice, she asked, "Can I come in?" Polaris took on a thoughtful expression, then his eyes widened, then he frowned... Silver looked down at that point, deciding to go ahead and assume the worst. Hell, he should just shoot her. Get it over with. She'd be glad to get taken out by her old rival, instead of one of those donut-sucking little-

"Silver..." Polaris said, making her flinch slightly at hearing her name. She gasped as she felt his magic touch her, but... he didn't hurt her. The shaking in her limbs stopped as Polaris let his magic flow into her... it felt different than hers, but it was the same stuff, deep down. For a brief moment, she thought of stealing magic from him, since he had opened himself up to her, but... no. She couldn't. He had a family now, he was no longer the pony she fought with in Manehattan.

With enough magic that she didn't feel like she was going to collapse, Silver looked up to Polaris, looking... confused, and annoyed, and a number of other emotions she couldn't even name herself. "Why did you..." she said, but all he did was smile a little bit, opening the door. "I can't imagine you coming to me for nothing, so... sure" he said, closing the door once she was inside. The mare sagged, physically and mentally. He was right to make such a guess. She opened her mouth to talk, to give some sort of weak excuse, but Polaris shook his head, and he nodded to her to follow as he began to walk.

She wasn't going to argue. The mare followed him into what looked like his bedroom. Well, what else would it be? His damned cutie mark was emblazoned on a carpet that took up most of the room! Polaris' magic picked up the mare, and she struggled for a moment, but she went limp as he set her down on his bed, watching her sag into the soft covers as he pulled a chair over.

It looked like he was trying to think of something to say, so Silver spoke instead. "Guess it's my turn to get run out of Manehattan" She said quietly. Now that she had her magic back, she wanted to take her darker form, and... and what? She had no empire, she had nothing, nothing but the car she ran away with and the money she had stashed in the trunk. She was broken, a shadow of her former self, but what was her former self? A monster who murdered ponies in the pursuit of more control over a city that wanted her gone?

"By who?" Polaris asked softly, sounding curious. "Th' pigs" She muttered. Polaris slowly nodded... he had imagined that Silver would be having a hard time with the police in the modern age, thanks to the internet and cameras... He knew how she felt, really. He felt the same way when she kicked him out of town, so he nodded knowingly. "And why did you come here?" He asked softly. She threw up a hoof weakly, saying, "I don'fuckin'know", the words tumbling from her throat as if she found simply speaking to be too much effort.

Polaris knew that couldn't be the case, because he had given her a good amount of his own magic. "I'm assuming you've been doing the same things as always right to the end..." He said, not bothering to mask his frown. She smirked, just slightly, saying, "I might have...", but memories came back, and the smile shattered as she let out a sigh. "But it's been going downhill for a long time, in every way" She said, staring into space as she talked.

"The drugs, they've changed, they've become nasty things that I found it harder and harder to actually... inflict on my fellow ponies. The fights, they've changed, nopony is professional anymore, I've been caught on video, so my air of mystery is gone, and... it just sucks. My heart hasn't been in it for a while, but it was all I had. Guess that's why you left, huh? I figured I wouldn't be able to pull off the same thing, so I stayed where I at least had some power, and knew what I was doing, but... well, it all caught up with me" she said, her ears laying limply against her head.

Polaris took in a deep breath, and he let it back out. "Well, that is why I left, yes... I still fed on the pain like you, but I couldn't handle watching it happen between ponies that would otherwise be friends, lovers, family... I guess you know I went to the war?" he asked, looking at her. She nodded, slightly, and he kept going. "Well, out there, I had an enemy, something to actually fight, something that deserved pain, and that was the last time I ever had fun with it" He said. "I met a mare there, and she, well... it wasn't until she had left me that I began to realize that this magic can feed on lust the same way it does love, and with time, I not only adapted, but I perfected it" He said.

Silver looked confused. "So, you... your... what, your magic is entirely focused on sex now?" She asked. He smiled, and he shrugged as he said, "Well, yes... I'm sure you could learn the same thing". Silver looked insulted at first, and her tone was harsh as she said, "That's stupid, I'm not going to stoop to such a level when I can..." She trailed off, ears lowering, and Polaris leaned forwards as he said, "You'll what? Go back to your old life? Go back to causing pain and suffering just for yourself?"

The words stung, but Silver knew he was right. Leaving Manehattan, losing her position, it forced her to see everything from a new perspective, and... she was tired. She grit her teeth in a stubborn effort to stop herself crying, something she refused to let happen in front of another pony, if at all. "I... f-fine, you're right" She hissed, shivering slightly. "I... I don't want to do it anymore" She said, shivering with a sob that she refused to let out.

Polaris wanted to hug her, but... he knew what she was going through, and when he had gone through the same realization, he would've bitten anypony who got close. He was startled out of his thoughts as she looked at him, saying, "I-I've done this for decades though! It's all I know!" She cried, as the tears finally began to fall. "I can't just... I... I can rebuild it!" She said. Polaris frowned at her, and he stood up as he said, "I hate to be blunt with you, but if you expect me to hide a criminal like yourself in my home, then I would expect her to either learn to change, or leave."

The harshness hurt to listen to, but as she shook with anger, she couldn't think of anything to say. He was right, of course, and he had done this before, and she had come to him for help, but... in the moment, he became the target of her emotions. Not caring that she was literally laying in his bed, her horn began to glow as she yelled "Get out!" at him, loud enough to make him flinch.

"This is my bedroom, Sil-" he started to say, before her magic threw him out of the doors, which slammed shut behind him loud enough to rattle the lights above him. As Polaris picked himself up, he was scowling, but inside the room, he could pick the sounds of Silver sobbing, most likely ugly-crying into his bed. He sighed, saying, "Oh, of course..." As he set a hoof on the door. Silver was going to have to come to terms with her emotions by herself, after all.

Author's Note

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