Author's Note

Warning: Contains Mind-Break.
Kinks: Crystal Pony on Changeling, Ovipositor, Oviposition, Stretching, Mind-Break

See-through toy

Amethyst Rose hummed quietly to herself as she used a spray bottle to mist the flowers in various pots around her shop. Amethyst was a simple pony, a simple crystal pony. Which only made a difference when the Crystal Empire’s Crystal Heart pulsed and turned every pony in the region into soft crystal, at least temporarily. It honestly didn’t affect much, but did tend to brighten the mood of anyone in the city.

On the note of brightening moods, Princess Cadence had signed an order that allowed changelings who had left their hives to settle in the city. Honestly the changeling’s architecture was intriguing. The organic, insectoid spires juxtaposed the ordered, geometric structures of most of the city.

Things hadn’t changed much at all with the influx of ‘lings. Due to the Heart’s very existence, ‘lings didn’t have to drain anyone, or anything, and could basically live like ponies. With the exception of not really requiring to eat.

Amethyst hummed, setting her spray bottle down and screwing her face up in thought. “Do changelings actually need to eat food?” She asked aloud, as the bell above her shop’s door rang.

A semi-familiar form walked in, one of the local ‘lings. Aphid was a sweetie, who always seemed interested in her flowers. It seemed like it was one of his new interests, now that he was allowed to have them. “Good morning Amethyst,” he said with a happy trill in the back of his throat. “Anything new today?”

“Morning Aphid!” Amethyst beamed at the ling. “No, nothing new yet. Should have a new shipment of seeds next week. Apparently a few things are on backorder.” She said, shaking her head, her long, violet mane swaying as she did. She trotted around behind her counter and sat her pink plot onto the floor. “What can I get you today?”

“Aww,” Aphid wilted a little. “Well if you’ve got no new seeds,” he murmured, before looking around the shop. “I think a little plant food to make sure my flowers back home make it through the seed stage,” he continued. “I just like to be well prepared in case something crops up.”

“Well there’s regular peat, or soil, or some more specific stuff over on the wall.” She waved a hoof over to the barrels along the walls. “Oh, in terms of food. Do changelings need to eat anything? Like, have to eat like a pony, or is it a, if you want to, sort of thing?” She asked, tilting her head a little.

“Well,” Aphid hummed a little. “Since coming here, we technically don’t even need to extract love from anyone thanks to all the passive emotion given off by the Heart. So we’re free to try other things.” He twirled a hoof in the air, showing off how the typical holes of his species were slowly starting to close due to constant exposure to the Heart. “It turns out, eating normal food means it gets processed pretty quickly into our goo that we use in a lot of our construction, and it’s more durable as well. We can still taste it, but more often than not only the construction corps need to eat regular food with, well, any regularity.”

“That’s really interesting.” Amethyst blinked. “So what’s the best way for a ‘ling to eat?” She made air quotes with her hooves. “Or is faster better? Both?” She tilted her head curiously.

“Well, typically the scout squads would comb the city first,” he teased, before laughing. “Joking. No, each ‘ling, it turns out, has their own tastes for flavors and styles. But one thing that’s a universal spice to us is food made with love. Food that the chefs put their heart into making. So they try out several places before they find one where the chefs are passionate about their cooking.”

“Oh, sorry, not food food, like your love eating, food… thing… Like, for a normal ‘ling not in the crystal empire, what’s the best or fastest way to get food-slash-love?” She asked, blushing a little in embarrassment. “Should have specified.”

“Ah, well, I’m not nor ever was part of the infiltration corps,” the changeling brushed her off. “So I wouldn’t know. I was kept in the Hive and fed food that they brought back.”

“Uh huh.” She nodded. “Have any guesses?” She tilted her head curiously, again.

“I mean, back in the bad old days,” Aphid mused, “They were full of stories about replacing ponies, sticking them in dream states, harvesting love from both partners,” he shuddered. “Not great stuff,” he summarized. “These days, it’s much better just getting love from the Heart, or from more fulfilling relationships. We used to lose a lot of Infiltrators and Scouts.”

“How much… uhhh…” Her blush doubled, making her pink face bright red. “Ummm… nevermind.” She shook her head quickly.

“No no, go ahead, ask,” the changeling prompted her.

“How much love would you get from… ehm… fucking?” She squeaked out the last word, burying her face in her hooves. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be, it’s a legitimate question,” the changeling chuckled. “Again, not a part of the infiltrators, I wouldn’t know, but apparently it was their favorite method. Though they, uh, took precautions to not leave a hybrid behind so as to not give the game away,” he stipulated. “You know. Making sure they were infertile in their shapeshifted form first.”

Her teal eyes appeared between her hooves and her mane. “Can you f-fuck in your- eh- regular form?”

“Yeah, but for me it’d give the game away no matter what form I took,” Aphid pointed out. “I was kept at the Hive for a reason.”

Her head lifted from her hooves. “Why’s that?”

“I’m a Breeder,” he pointed out. “Basically, I was designed to be able to repopulate an entire Hive on my own if I had to. I deposit loads of eggs wherever I let loose. So I was kept safe in case the Queen ever croaked.”

“So, you got an ovipositor? Like, a big one?” She asked as a spicy scent filled the shop.

“Ohhh yeah,” Aphid nodded. “I mean, I still know the basics, but with me it’s more of finding a fellow ‘ling to put some new eggs in.” He chuckled a little. “Didn’t you think it was odd how we got so many new bugs up here so quickly?” he teased. “All my doing.”

“Can I see it?” She asked, before looking at the door. “Mind locking the door and flipping the sign to closed?” She asked. “If you want to, of course!” She added quickly.

Aphid cocked what would have been an eyebrow, before his horn lit up that familiar green color. The sign flipped over and the lock clicked, before he stood up from resting on his haunches and stretched his hind legs a little. “It’s not going to come out on its own,” he teased.

Amethyst stood up and walked around the counter, before plopping her barrel on the counter. Her hind legs spread and her tail swished to the side.

That merely prompted the bug to walk forward and lick up her inflamed lips, his forked tongue teasing her as it licked up and down, gathering up the dew there and humming at the taste.

“Eep!” She squeaked. “How- How good are you with that tongue?” She asked as her folds fluttered, her clit winking at him.

“I know the basics,” he mused, letting both ends of the tongue tease her inflamed clit after that.

“S-spread the folds, y-you can get at it easier.” She said with a humming whine. Aphid used a touch of his magic to spread her folds a little wider, before sending his tongue into her, teasing and lapping at her inner walls.

“M-mount me.” She moaned, her plot shaking as his attentions.

“I mean,” he said after drawing his tongue back inside his mouth. “It probably won’t be satisfying for you, and-”

She propped herself up before turning around, planting her forehooves on the counter and spreading her hind legs, resting her back against the counter. “Lemme see it.”

Aphid sighed, before sitting his own rear end down and resting on his haunches, before spreading his legs.

The length was long and ridged, but what caught her eye was the starfish-shaped head at the top that seemed to pulse and slightly come apart with every throb, before sealing back up again.

Amethyst’s pussy dripped onto the floor. “Aphid?”

“Yes?” he asked, that same what would have been an eyebrow raised at her.

“Wanna fuck me?” She asked, her hind legs shaking.

“I mean, for me it wouldn’t be that long of a-” he started to point out.

She slid down to the floor, rolled onto her front and propped up her plot into his face. “You, eh, cum fast? How long is your refractory period?”

“It’s more like,” Aphid said as he got up and started to drape himself over her back. “Once I find a hole, it’s not long before I start laying.” Even as he said that, his length started to rub against her lips, the tip pressing against her, asking if she was sure about this.

“So you thrust, then fill my womb with eggs?” She looked up at him.

“Basically, and I haven’t laid yet today,” he warned, that head rubbing against her again. “So you could be stuck for a-”

“Define stuck?” She asked.

“Once my head unfolds and anchors in your womb, there’s no getting out of it until I’m done laying,” he pointed out.

“And how many eggs do you think you have?” She added, her folds fluttering almost enticing the star-shaped head.

“At least fifty,” he promised. “Probably closer to seventy five or eighty.” At her look, he smirked. “What can I say, I’m a productive ‘ling.”

“How small are the eggs?”

“They start out at like, foal-ball size,” the ‘ling instructed. “But when they soak up enough emotions, they start to grow.”

“And do you have to go to multiple ‘lings to dump all of them?” She asked.

“I mean, they usually take a larger form,” he mused, that head still rubbing against her. “If you want to call it off, we can-”

“I want you to pump as many eggs as you can into me, some might have to slip out…” She said, rocking her hips back, her folds kissing his flared head.

“I mean, we might learn how stretchy ponies are,” he teased before finally pushing that star-shaped head into her. The ridges popped in quite deliciously as well, each one signaling how far his length had sunk into her. Sooner or later, it’d reach the end, and then the real fun would begin. She might as well enjoy it while she could.

“Ooooo…. That’s different….” She groaned, spreading her hind legs more. Her tunnel contracted, milking at the organ inside her.

It didn’t take long before the star-shaped head bumped into her depths, before she felt it unfold and anchor deep inside her, somehow with only a slight twinge of pain. It rapidly morphed to pleasure as she could feel the orbs starting to travel up his shaft. She knew what that meant, and where they were going.

“Ah- fuck-” She squirmed a bit as the bulges rolled through her tunnel. “Oh my Celestia…” She contracted quicker, only causing the bulges to fall into her womb faster.

“Mmmph,” Aphid hummed, leaning down and biting the scruff of her neck with his fangs lightly. “I could get used to this,” he teased.

“How am I-mmm-different than a female ‘ling?” Amethyst asked as her pussy drooled around his shaft, dripping onto the floor.

“You’re not constantly adjusting to try and mold yourself to my ovipositor,” he taunted. “You’re just letting me mold you myself~”

“You c-could swell a bit and stuff me completely… stretch me~” She purred.

At that reminder, his shaft thickened inside of her, pushing her walls to the limit, while the stretching of her womb never stopped. “True~” he sang, that ovipositor inside her pulsing with every egg she received.

“M-more!” She gasped as her hips bucked, her tunnel trying to contract but stopped by his girth. “B-bigger!”

“Any more and I might tear something,” he warned, even as the eggs continued to flow.

A wave of light washed through the shop, leaving Amethyst sparkly… and see through.

“A-and now I can take it-AHHH FUCK-” She cried out as she shook and pawed at the floor with her forehooves. Her lustful juices leaked around his ovipositor and splattered onto the floor.

Aphid grew his cock to be a little longer, for one purpose. He thrust a little deeper, unhooking for a moment, before twisting the mare around so they were face-to-face. He pulled back just enough to re-attach himself, and smirked at her, before gesturing with a forehoof down to her stomach.

Now she could see the fucking she was receiving, the eggs jammed up against one another in her depths. The ovipositor thickened a little more even as she watched more eggs fill her up.

“F-fuck- More! Gimme ‘em all!” She spread her hind legs as wide as she could manage as her hips kept shuddering. Her forehooves rubbed over her stomach as it bloated.

“You know,” Aphid mused as more eggs just kept coming. “Us Breeders have a special thing we can do. But I warn you, if I do it to you, you might be ruined for anyone else.” His forked tongue licked his lips as he thought about it.

“What is it?” She looked at him as her lower half continued to shudder.

“Well…we produce a little, special, aphrodisiac as part of our venom,” he informed her. “Highly effective. Highly useful when you’re trying to secure an egg-dump. I could kiss you to let you experience it, but you might get hooked.”

She stared at him. “I don’t want anypony else.”

With that, Aphid leaned down and kissed her on the lips. His tongue invaded her mouth, before it seemed to grow longer and tickled the back of her throat. She could almost taste something sweet and tangy, flowing into her mouth from his own, as the eggs finally started to slow down a little. It tingled and tickled, and she could feel it start to rewire her brain as it took effect.

Her mind grew foggy, not that she minded one bit. She also felt her pussy grow much hotter. She squealed into his lips as she squirted. The drugged venom flowed a little more as the flow of eggs slowed down to just one every few seconds. In a matter of thirty seconds, they finally stopped, her belly bulged obscenely and glowing green as her brain was hardly her own anymore.

She continued to squirm underneath him, her pussy continuously drooling her lust into her tail and onto the floor. Slowly, she could feel his ovipositor fold back up, and he carefully withdrew it, leaving her bulging and oozing a green fluid as his tongue withdrew as well. He left her a panting, soaked mess of a mare on the floor of her own store.

“So,” Aphid hummed as he licked along the side of her neck. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Same time tomorrow…” She groaned out. “D-don’t forget your plant food…”

“I’ll have one of the nymphs come by to take the eggs in the evening,” he promised, giving her stomach a stroke. “They should be ready for the hatchery by then, meaning I can fill you up all over again.”

“Sounds good…” She groaned as she half rolled over. “Can’t wait.”

Two weeks later, Amethyst’s store had to close down. Namely because she had moved into the Hive building that housed Aphid, who did help her reopen it up in his home and run it in the daytime.

She couldn’t stand to be far away from the eggs that he would routinely pump into her, morning, noon, and night. The aphrodisiac might have helped her make this decision. He could certainly hear it in the way she talked now.

“And be sure to take care of those herbs!” Aphid called after the latest customer. The bell over the door chimed as they left, and he sighed before looking under the counter, where Amethyst was suckling on his length. “You’re lucky the counter’s not made of crystal,” he chided her.

The ovipositor popped free. “Yeah, I don’t want to get thrown in a dungeon for indecency.” She said, stroking his length with a hoof.

“I mean, it’s long enough now to where you could just-” Aphid pointed out, his head flexing a little at the thought. “If you wanted eggs now, you could have them,” he teased. “All without having to get out from under the counter.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” The mare said, crawling further under the counter and raising her flank to him.

Aphid stepped forward and speared her cunt with his ovipositor in what had become a well-practiced motion, letting out a sigh as he hooked inside of her. “Best toy ever~” he sang as the egging started to happen again. “Takes all my eggs whenever I need to dump them off, see-through, comes back for more after a regular cleaning…”

“And she can even talk.” She giggled, rocking her flank against him.

“Remind me to give you another dose after this load,” Aphid mused. “The rest of the Hive wants to see how far you can go before it gets harder to come back.”

“You’ll have to take me to the hive to show them then.”

Aphid raised a brow as he looked at the counter, where he knew his mare/toy was milking him of his eggs. “Are you saying one more dose and-” he started to question.

“Yep!”

Aphid licked his lips. Well…he was due to have a live-in egg dump anyways. Checking to make sure there was nobody around, he pulled back enough to get access to Amethyst's mouth and kissed her on the lips, pumping what would be the final dose she needed of his venom into her maw.

Her hips bucked, begging him to swell inside her. The cock stretched her as the dose of both eggs and venom kept coming. A little more of both, and-

Amethyst went limp, slumping and allowing him complete access. The bug drew his tongue back and smirked victoriously, getting himself back in position in front of the counter just as a new customer walked in. “Hello sir!” he greeted the stallion as his cock began filling his new toy with all the eggs he could produce.

It was all she was good for now, after all…