Author's Note

Kinks: Interspecies, Large Insertion, Threesome, Herm-ling, Oviposition.

Finding yourself the center of attention

“Nighty. Shady. Babe.” Scoots, Scootaloo to most, groaned in exasperation. “My signals aren’t even subtle.” She sat up straight on his couch. “The low-cut top.” She gestured a hand to her black shirt that showed off way more than was probably necessary. “The booty shorts, that you know I hate wearing.” And the hand gestured to said shorts that hugged her thighs. “I’m not even wearing a bra for fucks sake.”

“I, um, still don’t quite know what you want me to do with this information,” Nightshade, the zebra/thestral hybrid said with a gulp. He was trying to focus on his homework, but Scootaloo was making that very difficult. It wasn’t that he didn’t know, it was more that he’d always been taught by his father to get verbal consent first, which is something Scootaloo hadn’t done.

“Night. I want to do terrible things to your body.” She tugged her shirt up and off, letting her breasts bounce once. Twice. “Night. I’m topless. What are you going to do with that information? I know you can make the connection.” She said, lounging back lazily.

The hybrid gulped, doing his best to avert his gaze. “Father always taught me to respect a mare,” he started to say, making Scootaloo more frustrated, before he continued. “And since I’m part-zebra, to always get verbal consent first. He didn’t not educate me Scoots, he just wanted me to be sure first before I unleashed all his lessons on a mare.”

“You got lessons?” Scoots blinked. “Lucky. I got nothing. Then again… orphan.” She shrugged.

“Yeah, well,” Nightshade shrugged as well. “Seeing as how I have a half-sister, the things you’ve heard about zebras are probably true.”

“Oh no, incest between siblings that aren’t actually blood-related, the horror.” Scoots said in mock horror. “Lessons aside, just you here, what do you want to do to these?” Scoots asked, leaning forward and lightly cupping a boob. “And I’m asking you to actually look at them.”

Nightshade gulped, looking down and taking a breath as he composed his answer. “Well,” he started slowly. “Honestly, I’d probably grope the hell out of them…once I ripped your shorts off and started fucking you so hard you couldn’t walk, before making you into a zebra foal factory,” he said, blushing all the while. “But! Dad said to get verbal consent first, so-”

Scoots stood up, undid her shorts and slipped them off. She walked over to the hybrid. “Night. Sweetie. I want to have sex. I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck me till I can’t think straight. And I’m a tough gal, you don’t have to be gentle. Gentle is Sweetie’s thing. Nightshade, will you fuck me?”

Nightshade stood up and used one hand to bring Scoots closer, wrapping around her back. The other hand cupped her ample rear and squeezed, while his mouth mashed into hers, his long, prehensile tongue invading her maw and wrestling her tongue into submission.

Scoots’s hand dove down his pants and immediately cupped and massaged his balls, teasing- no, demanding his shaft to emerge from its sheath. It wasn’t long before she got her wish, the flap of flesh firming up as something as thick around as her arm started to emerge, the flared head making an entrance into her grip as the rest of it just kept coming out. It could probably fill up her entire puss and then some.

Scoots moaned into his lips as her other hand quickly undid the button on his pants, as the other stroked at the emerging shaft eagerly. His hand that was wrapped around her back came down to his side to help her remove his pants, his legs stepping out of them one after another as she was left with a half-naked zebra kissing and groping her. His shaft was like a pillar of flesh between their bodies, throbbing and leaking all over her chest.

She broke the kiss. “Holy fuck.” She breathed. Only to press against him, the shaft now firmly between her tits. With a lusty chuckle she squeezed the shaft between the pair of orbs. “Ya wanna sit down for this?”

Nightshade peppered some kisses along her cheeks. “Dad always said my first time with any mare should be one where she was on her back, so I could show her the full might of a zebra in rut,” he murmured.

“Weeeellll, since it’s the first time, and it’s what your daddy said…” She stepped back and moved back to lounge on the couch. She slid her clearly dampened panties off and spread her legs. “What do you want, want me to hold my knees? Want to hold my ankles? Want to wedge my knees between you and my shoulders?” She stared at him lustilly.

Nightshade walked over and took up the position between her legs, his cock head slapping into her lips. “How about you just wrap those legs around my waist,” he suggested as he lined himself up and began pushing forward. “And don’t let go?”

Her legs hooked around his waist as instructed, her ankles hooking around each other to hold her in place. A hand spread her lips while the other groped a breast and squeezed. She bit her lip. “I can take it.” He wasn’t sure if she was convincing him, or herself.

Nightshade still thrust forward, but started to slow when he saw a bulge appear in her stomach that resembled the length he was stuffing her with. And he was only about halfway in, the medial ring nowhere near her lips. “We can hold it here-” he started to say.

“N-nah! We’re at least getting half in me. A-all else fails,” She took a shaky breath as her fingers moved to rub her clit. “We open this up and find a dragoness or changeling… Maybe Ocellus would be interested…”

“That’s…kinda how I got a half sibling,” Nightshade chuckled, pushing forward as she instructed. It didn’t take long for his head to batter into a firm barrier, the ring just outside of her lips.

Scoots grunted. “That… m-might be painful. U-uummm, how… How do I feel?” She asked in an awkward whine.

Nightshade leaned forward and cupped Scoot’s tits with a smile. “Well, you’re certainly the most interactive cocksock I’ve had,” he teased. “And you’re probably more durable, all the other little toys I used to get myself off broke.”

“W-what, you cum and they just explode?” She asked, giggling.

“Cracked in half trying to take me,” he agreed, starting to thrust what bit of his length could fit in her. The flared head dragged along her inner walls before it squelched back in.

“Good- Celestia-” She grunted out. “I, on the other hand- Mmmph! Fuck! -was a bitch and only took little things. You’re literally the biggest thing I’ve had in my pussy. Probably ever, unless a dragon and magic gets involved.”

“Like I’d let you out of my grip now,” Nightshade taunted, his thrusts remaining low and slow as he stirred up her insides with every thrust. “Now that I’ve got you, I’m not letting you leave without a nice stomach full of hybrid cum swelling you,” he teased.

“Gonna kiss my womb- Mmm- and pump me full- unf! -then bust the rest all over me…. Then we shower, because I don’t like sticky fur.” Scoots said with a nod, as she chewed on her lip and played with herself.

“Oh no,” Nightshade shook his head before smirking. One hand went to his pants pocket which he pulled up before rooting around and pulling out a small vial. “Little zebra magic,” he said with a wider smirk. “Take this and your insides will be able to…accommodate me. Even if it means popping into your womb, it won’t hurt. Dad made it for me when I became a teen.”

“And it… lasts?” Scoots blinked at it.

“Not this size dose,” he said with a shake of his head. “I’d need to make a larger one, but he taught me how to when he last visited. ‘Just in case’. This one will only last for twelve hours.”

She snatched it out of his hand, popped the cork, and chugged it. She made a face. “Bluh! How fast does-”

On Nightshade’s next thrust, something gave, and he sank even more of his cock into her with ease.

Her stomach bulged out. “Fuck!” She cried out and threw her head back as her legs shook violently. “More!”

Nightshade’s hands stopped molesting her tits, and scooped up her ass and back, hefting her up so her chest was parallel with his. Then he started treating her like a living fuck-toy, bouncing her up and down his cock with reckless abandon, bulging her stomach out with every bounce.

She could only gasp and grunt with every thrust. She linked her hands behind his neck just to hold on.

“Tell me,” he grunted between thrusts, staring her in one eye as their heads rested next to each other. “How much…you want it.”

“I- Ah! Want it! Want your cum! Want to- Nnngh! -get railed like this- Fuck! -just- All the time!” She babbled out. “Just wish… Mmmm- That I could get it- mmmph! -in the ass too…”

“Not at the same time,” Nightshade chuckled. “I don’t have a potion for that.”

“Welll… What if- mmmmph- we open the relationship- Fuck! and get us a harem?” She asked between bounces.

“You have an idea?” Nightshade posed, now using both hands to support, and grope, her ample ass with every bounce, making them come harder and faster.

“Changelings supposedly have both as a standard.” She half blurted, trying to be coherent. “I could see if… Ocellus… would be interested in… something.”

“She doesn’t get your pussy,” Nightshade stipulated, holding Scootaloo down and twisting his cock around with a nice grinding maneuver that stirred up her insides with a few interesting bulges. “That’s mine.”

“She gets my mouth and my ass… in that order.” Scoots pressed her forehead to his shoulder. “And you get her pussy.” Her whole body was shaking. “After- you’re- finished. I’ll- Harder! -t-tell you more- Mmmph! Ideas!”

The bouncing got a little bit harder, more erratic, before Nightshade held her down and moved to kiss her, his tongue wrestling hers again. Then she felt it, his cock twitching and spasming inside of her. She had a moment to process that before a warmth blossomed deep inside of her.

There was no way she wasn’t walking away with a womb full of zeeb/bat spunk if he was pumping it directly there.

Her stomach swelled up, until cum started to squirt out around the shaft buried inside her. That started to make a mess of the couch, until eventually he slowed and stopped in his cumming. After that, he slowly pulled his shaft back, letting her cervix snap back into place when the head withdrew, to keep the majority of his cum locked up inside of her.

“Good… fuck…” She groaned slowly, limply holding onto him.

“So, should I look into brewing a higher dose of that potion?” Nightshade asked cheekily.

“Yes.” She nodded into his shoulder.

“How about I do that,” the hybrid mused, lowering Scootaloo to the couch. “You recover and then see about that third you promised?”

“Sounds great.” Scoots nodded.

“Sooooo… Ocellus… are you seeing anyone?” Scoots asked awkwardly as they sat at a table in the School of Friendship’s library.

Ocellus blinked. “Uuuuh? No? Is this what you wanted to ask? I thought you were with Nightshade.”

“Yes, but, we’re… considering opening the relationship a bit…” Scoots’s face flushed and she had no idea why. “And we were wondering if… you… were interested?”

The blue changeling blushed as well. “Like… a throuple or herd, swarm, thing?”

“Yeah…” Scoots nodded. “And, uh, to be honest, he’s… big… and would be too much for me, but he’s got some zebra family juju stuff…”

“Like…” Ocellus scooted her chair closer to the mare. “Like he’s packing?” She whispered, her face looking rather pink.

“Very!” Scoots hissed. “I’m wearing a fucking loose hoodie because my stomach’s fuckin fat with his load.”

“Hot…” Ocellus gulped. “Uh, would we also do… couple things?”

Scoots shrugged. “I mean, why not?”

“And would there be more… people… involved?”

Scoots shrugged again. “Maybe? Probably? Don’t know. I swear I unleashed a monster and turned Night into a dragon, so, he’ll probably want a whole barn of ladies.”

“Uh huh…” Ocellus said, looking a little far off. She blinked and refocused on Scoots. “You… do know that… changelings have both right?”

“That was… kinda the point… Sorry…” Scoots said slowly.

“Wait, you don’t mind?” Ocellus blinked.

“Huh? No!” Scoots blinked back. “Fuck, mid-fuck I blurted out that he could fuck your pussy while you fuck me with your cock.” And Scoots’s face was a nice shade of red.

Ocellus looked far off again. She gulped audibly. “I’m… clearing my schedule today…”

Nightshade hummed as he heard the door to his dorm open. “The potion’s just about done,” he called over his shoulder to presumably Scootaloo.

“Hey, I brought a friend.” Scoots called out.

“Hi…” Came Ocellus’s voice, awkwardly.

“Hmm…” the hybrid mused as he watched the potion simmer. “You don’t need an adaptability potion, right Ocellus?”

“No.” The changeling shook her head. She seemed to be only wearing a blue hoodie and black sweatpants.

“Oh good, because this is only a large enough dose for Scoots to never need another one,” Nightshade said with a sigh of relief.

“Want to see, ummm, what you’re… ummm… getting?” Ocellus asked shyly, fiddling with her hoodie sleeves.

“Fuck, she’s cute.” Scoots said, hugging the awkward changeling.

“Tell you what,” Nightshade said, pouring the potion into a glass and turning to the pair of mares. “You show me yours…and I’ll show you mine.”

Ocellus shuddered a bit and tugged her hoodie off. Her breasts looked like c-cups, at least Scoots guessed they were. They were a little bigger than hers.

The ‘ling tugged her pants and boxer briefs down. Her pussy looked small and sleek, yet where her clit was supposed to be, was a long, shaft that honestly looked like a dolphin’s. It was girthier at the base then slowly tapered to a pointed tip.

“May I?” Scoots asked.

Ocellus nodded, shivering a little. “Mmhmm.”

Scoots knelt before the ‘ling and lightly stroked the shaft. Ocellus whined as her shaft grew erect. She stroked with one hand, while a pair of fingers slipped into the dampening slit.

Ocellus’s cock bopped Scoot’s nose. “S-sorry! I- Guh!” She gasped as Scoots took the cock and started bobbing her head quickly, humming around the shaft. She pumped her fingers into the ‘ling’s pussy in time with her suckling.

Ocellus’s legs shook and she rested her hands on Scoots’s head.

“Slight break,” Nightshade said, walking over and passing the potion to Scootaloo. “Drink up,” he advised his mare, before turning to Ocellus. “I’m not sure if you got the lowdown from Scoots,” he started, “But before we start, my dad advised me to get verbal consent from any mare I intended to get intimate with, so-”

Ocellus jumped. “Oh! Of course! Umm, I would like to have sex with you and Scootaloo, and do… things. Yeah.” She nodded awkwardly. “Ummm, do you want me to bend over or…”

Scoots proceeded to chug the potion, making another face in the process.

“Here, Scoots, why don’t you bend over and give our little bug your ass,” Nightshade posed, turning Ocellus to face Scoots a little more as he slid up behind the bug. There was the pop of a button and something unzipping. “While I give her what she’s here for directly.”

Scoots walked over to the couch and stripped everything off, only to bend over, her hands planted on the arm of the couch. “He’s claimed my pussy, sorry- Ah!” She yelped as Ocellus’s hand clapped against Scoots’s cheeks. Her ass was suddenly spread and the long shaft squirmed against her asshole. She grunted as the slimy tentacle-like cock wormed deeper into her ass.

“Like that?” Ocellus said hungrily. It was like a switch was suddenly flipped.

“Uh huh-” Scoots grunted as Ocellus started to properly press her waist to Scoots’s backside, her weird cock burying itself deeper.

That was about when the bug felt something broad and thick push up against her own set of lips, Nightshade coming up behind her and starting to make her the filling in a pony sandwich. He’d been right, if she wasn’t able to adapt her insides, it might be hard to take his entire shaft as it just. Kept. Coming.

“Ooooohhhhh Yeeeaaahhhh.” Ocellus groaned, leaning back so her back was against his chest. Her wings buzzed between the pair. “Gimme all of it big boy!”

Even with her adaptable insides, she could see a bulge forming in her stomach as she felt him bottom out in her. “Mmm, it’s a good thing you’re naturally stretchy,” he teased, running a hand over the bulge he was making in her.

“And so is she.” Ocellus said.

“What do you- MEAN?!” Scoots’s reply was interrupted by the fact that Ocellus’s cock swelled. She felt it balloon inside her ass. “Night! Babe! She’s- Fuck! She’s copying you!” She squealed as her legs almost collapsed as her pussy squirted onto the floor.

“Mmm, naughty bug,” Nightshade hummed, nipping at her ear. He pulled back before ramming his cock forward, letting the bulge distort lewdly as he began the chain-fucking of both his new mares. With every thrust he made into Ocellus, it affected how Scoots was fucked as well.

“Always- mmm- the quiet ones.” Ocellus turned her head and kissed his cheek. Her body shifted a bit, her breasts grew. Her thighs and ass got thiccer. “How strong are you sweetheart?”

“Strong enough,” he taunted, grabbing onto her hips. His hips drew back and slammed forward, making that bulge stretch as he hammered home.

And did it again, in a matter of seconds.

And again, not stopping for even a moment, shaking both her and Scoots with his thrusting.

With every thrust, Ocellus thrust into Scoots. She grabbed the mare’s shoulders and tugged her up to press the mare’s wings into the ‘lings tits. Ocellus hooked her arms under Scoots’s shoulders, holding her in place.

The fuck train continued for quite a while, the zebra not stopping or slowing for a moment. If anything, he sped up. If Ocellus was a normal mare, she felt like she would have his cock in her womb.

Nightshade thrust harder, harder, and harder still, ramming the bug into Scoots with every motion. Which only forced the pseudo-Night cock into Scoots just as hard.

Eventually, Nightshade huffed and held himself as deep as he could inside the bug, his cock twitching as he prepared to unload in her. “I want you,” he snorted, “To lay our eggs in her.”

“Gladly!” Ocellus grunted.

“Wha-” Scoots felt the cock shift inside her, before she felt it throb. Bulges rolled down the shaft and into her ass as Nightshade fertilized the bug behind her. The more he pumped into Ocellus, the more slid down that shaft into the pegamare.

Scoots went limp, being held up by the clearly orgasmic changeling. The more bulges that rapidly appeared and vanished inside of Ocellus, the more Scoot’s stomach swelled with ovoid lumps.

“How’s that?” Ocellus asked, once the eggs had finished depositing.

“Mmm…” Nightshade hummed, slowly withdrawing from the bug and walking around to Scoots. He helped her off of the ‘ling’s cock and laid her on the couch, her stomach nearly as big as the rest of her. “You still got plenty of fertilized eggs to lay?” he asked Ocellus without looking at her.

“Nah. Tapped out. You kinda busted all of them, like, including the backup. Might be a bit to get them back.” Ocellus shook her head. “I… really liked it though.” She said, rubbing her arm. It seemed her shyness had returned. “I don’t get a chance to really… lose it.”

“Well,” Nightshade mused, helping Scoots sit up. “Once Scoots is done laying our eggs, why don’t the two of you scope out a few more girls? I’m not adverse to sharing me if you can find ponies or others capable of withstanding me. Just warn me if I need to make the potion for them half an hour ahead of time, okay?” he said. During the talking, he’d walked over to the naked bug and cupped her chin, staring her in the eyes. When he was done, he gently kissed her on the lips, before his prehensile tongue wrestled even her own into submission.

“Mmmph.” She ‘eep’ed a little at the kiss before breaking it. “I think I’ll let Scoots lead.”

“M’alive.” Scoots grumbled.

“You’re not going anywhere until you’re less round,” Nightshade teased.

“Nah, m’ just gonna. Lay here…” She said with a groan. “And wait till my holes… close.”

“How long until she lays?” Nightshade whispered to Ocellus.

“Shouldn’t be more than a few hours. They’re supposed to lay fast. Then they can just sit almost indefinitely, they kinda go into stasis.” Ocellus explained, gathering up her hoodie and pants and starting to put them back on.

Only for Nightshade to pull her into another hug and kiss, his cock still at attention between them as he pressed her against his body. When he broke it, he looked into her eyes with a smirk. “Wanna get some more practice in while she recovers?” he teased, one hand groping her ass.

“Eep! U-uhhh… I-I think I’m good for now.” She said a little weakly.

“Mmm…” Nightshade’s other hand came around and gave her chitin a little slap. “I think you could stand to match your herd-sister in roundness…”

“You made me lay all my eggs. That kinda affects my libido.” She took a step away. “And it just died. -Not that it wasn’t bad! Just… a little burned out…” She explained slowly.

Nightshade blinked, before looking between her and Scootaloo a few times, then at his boner. “Then what am I supposed to do with this?” he asked of nobody in particular.

“Go take a shower?” Ocellus suggested.

“Or wash me.” Scoots offered in deadpan from the couch.

“Scoots, you’re barely hanging on as is,” Nightshade pointed out.

“I think she meant, clean her in the shower, because… lots of sex.” Ocellus tried to help.

“This is Scoots, she could have meant hose me down in cum.” Nightshade argued.

“Very funny.” Scoots grunted. “When I say wash-” She yawned. “I mean washed.”

“Fine,” Nightshade rolled his eyes, walking over to his mare and helping her stand up before he lifted her, bridal-style, and began heading to the bathroom. “Make a list of mares to approach Scoots with,” he advised Ocellus. “It’ll help when she recovers.”

“I’ll do my best.” Ocellus said with a small smile.

Life had taken a turn for the lewd, but it wasn’t something she minded.