An Involuntary Infiltration

Anon gave a small huff, blowing his hair out of his face as he sat on the cold dirt floor of his prison, hands bound in front of him in iron cuffs. They were starting to chafe, and honestly, he was starting to become a bit restless.

Today had started off fine enough. He noticed he was running low on the potion he bought from Zecora to help with his…problem, and had been on his way through the Everfree forest to restock when he had caught a heavy blow to the back of the head out of nowhere. He had woken up here, dazed, and with a considerable headache, and found himself guarded by a strange, carapaced pony-like creature.

Of course, his first action after waking up, aside from letting out a pronounced groan, was to shamble his way over to the bars of his prison and attempt to get the attention of his apparent captor.

“Hey!” he called firmly, grasping at the bars in front of him still a bit woozy from his nap. “The fuck gives? Where am I?”

“You are in the Changeling Hive of the Illustrious King Chrysalis. You shall remain here and be used for the nourishment for the hive until your use to us is passed, at which point you will be discarded.”

“...So yeah uh, I’m not really feeling it. How about you let me get back to where I was going instead. I have better things to do than end up in someone’s soup.” He says in a deadpan, irritable manner, wishing he could go on his errands without getting kidnapped or having to learn some gay-ass friendship lesson, or whatever other bullshit was going on that week.

The creature, presumably a Changeling, raised an eyebrow. Or rather it looks as if it would have if it had eyebrows to speak of. “You misunderstand, creature. We do not typically consume…food the way you lesser species do, outside of for our own entertainment. We consume positive emotional energy for caloric sustenance, and intake required minerals and vitamins from mushrooms, insects, and various gemstones and soil deposits. We are uninterested in your flesh for consumption, we have far more effective uses for it.”

It was Anon’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Are…are you coming onto me?” he asked, not quite sure with the very dry, uninterested manner the creature had described their plans.

The changeling gave a toothy, mischievous smile. “On the contrary, you will be cumming into us.”

Anon stepped back, a bit shocked by the insectoid creature’s forwardness. “Whoa Whoa! Pause, HARD fucking pause on that, bro!” he said, raising his hands in front of him as best he could while cuffed. “I don’t remember signing up for bug banging duty, fam.”

“Well, that would make sense, as I do not remember asking if we had your consent.” the Changeling replied with a wry, devilish grin, chuckling softly as it turned around to look at him properly. “Tonight, we are going to strip you and bathe you, then we are going to move you to a nice, comfortable breeding chamber, where you will spend a good number of your waking hours being drained dry physically and emotionally, with appropriate blocks of time scheduled for rest and recreation to maximize the efficiency of yield overtime of course.”

At this point, Anon was not sure if he should be incredibly frightened or incredibly aroused. His body seemed to be going either way, as he had what could only be described as a substantial fearection growing down the leg of his pants.

The changeling took notice of this quite quickly, its smile growing larger. “Oh? It seems as if your body is substantially more ready to accept your fate than your mind. I can smell your arousal, creature. That’s fine, your body is all we really need after all.” it says, slowly swaying its hips back and forth, some arousal beginning to creep into its own voice.

Anon backed up another step, finding his back hitting the wall of the fairly small cell as he looked over at the changeling with stark concern and confusion plastered across his features. The changeling only seemed to grow somewhat more excited by this. It slipped its horn into the lock of the cell and it glowed green for a moment before the mechanism gave a small click.

In moments the changeling had entered and closed the cell behind it once more, licking its lips as it slowly prowled towards Anon with what was certainly no innocent intent in its eyes. “Mphhh..look at you, you pathetic creature…I could have my way with you right here in this cell and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing to stop me. Though…” it leaned forward, rubbing its face slowly against the human’s package, giving a satisfied huff as the changeling felt him pulse and throb under its caress. His horn lighting up and allowing the shackles to come free from Anon’s wrists as they fall to the ground with a soft clank. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind too much…”

As creeped out as Anon might be, he had to admit seeing this thing all over his junk was at least a little hot. More importantly, this train of thought led him to realize he might be able to get some much-needed leverage in this situation. His hands slid down and gripped the creature by its horn, pressing it more firmly into his manhood through his pants as it gave a surprised squeak and spoke with considerably less confidence in its strange, raspy voice. “W-wha-”

“What’s wrong? I thought this was what you wanted. You do want to feed off of my emotions, right?”

Anon smirked down at the changeling held fast in his grasp. He hazarded an educated guess based on his experience with the unicorns in town that it would be unable to use its magic while he had ahold of its horn, and was intent on keeping it that way for the moment. He started squeezing the appendage firmly as he stared down at the insectoid equine-like creature, awaiting a response.

It seemed to nervously sputter as it realized the position it had left itself in, meeting the human’s eyes with an unspoken plea for mercy as it tried to answer him “I-I mean, yes, that is what you are for, I was simply not-eep!”

It gave a more panicked sort of screening noise as Anon knelt on the ground, forcing it to lower itself to its belly in front of him, head pressed to the floor as the larger creature continued to manhandle it by its horn. He spoke again, pressing his newfound advantage as the little insect started to quiver at the taste of the unbridled eagerness beginning to roll off of the prisoner. “You weren’t expecting me to take charge because you put me off balance with all of that big talk and putting me in this cell?” he finished flatly as he looked down at them. He slowly stepped over them, moving to straddle the changeling’s backside, putting the weight of his hips down on its rump and squeezing its haunches between his powerful thighs as he rested in the new position, looking down at the pinned creature from above as he put a hand between its shoulder blades to make sure it didn’t move from that spot.

“Well unfortunately for you, members of my species tend to be exceptionally obstinate and spiteful, especially when we are put into situations against our will where we are expected to do things we never agreed to. Tell me, are changelings familiar with the concept of malicious compliance?”

Anon began to rock his hips against the changelings ample, strangely soft behind. The chitin covering their body seemed to have more of a durable, rubbery texture than a hard, slick one. The now helpless creature under him started to squirm and scree softly as the words “malicious compliance” crossed its ears along with the feeling of those looming, rolling powerful hips starting to grind against it. It spoke up quickly, its words a bit rushed as it tried to extricate itself from the mess it had made. “Now I know what you are p-probably thinking creature. ‘Should I fuck this changeling’s brains out right here in the cell?’, and the answer might surprise y-SCREEEEEEE!”

The changeling’s pitiful attempt at diplomacy was interrupted as Anon leaned down and firmly bit its horn, giving a very deliberately predatory growl as the hand that pressed between its shoulders slipped down to hook under its belly and pull it close.

The changeling could feel anon’s breath hotly passing against one of its ears now, his full, considerable weight pressing down onto its small, now very vulnerable frame. Its eyes widened as it heard a soft zzzzzip as Anon reached down with his other hand to undo his fly.

A brief shuffling of cloth could be heard before the changeling felt something very hot, very long, and very thick pressing between its ample cheeks. Its face flushed a heavy green tint and it mewled as it felt its open, steadily unsheathing member be fondled and squeezed by one of Anon’s exotic, soft, dextrous appendages, stroking the throbbing, green length it as He continued to hump against the pinned creature eagerly, now hotdogging them with seeming impunity.

The Changeling whimpered with each firm, muffled smack of Anon’s hips against its plush, soft rump. Its cock twitched shamefully with each connection, and its breath hitched and gasped fetchingly as it covered its eyes with its hooves, biting its lip.

Anon’s teeth left the changelings horn, both hands now gripping it firmly by the hips and grinding more insistently. “Mhphhh…you really shouldn’t have brought a human into your nest or whatever it is. Do you even know what I am?”

“A h-hyooman?” it asked softly, starting to slowly press back against the…the human’s gyrating hips, giving a soft, needy keen as it lifted its backside and arched its back ever so slightly. The changeling’s instinct to allow itself to be inseminated to please its partner was beginning to override its fear at being pinned by a potential threat. “N-never heard of them…”

“Well, allow me to give you a quick lesson in biology…” Anon said in a sultry tone as he nibbled the changeling’s ear gently. “Mnnn, humans are not from this world. As such you would normally expect our biology to be fundamentally incompatible. But very surprisingly, it’s quite the opposite. We are extremely compatible with an entire host of creatures. Our natural pheromones attract each other with an increasing intensity over time the longer we are exposed to most sapient creatures.”

As he continued his little lecture, he pulled his length back, pressing the leaking, slippery tip of his heavy, throbbing cock against the changelings pucker. It was hot and tight, and surprisingly moist and slick.

Presumably self-lubricating, the human mused as he started to bear his weight down on it, eliciting a pleasured hiss from his partner as the human continued to speak. “Normally I take a special daily tincture to keep it under control, but you just so happened to interrupt me on my way to get more, and I’m probably about due for another dose…” He said as he started to push forward, his cock slowly crawling its way up into the helpless changeling beneath him, who gave a chittering moan and pressed back on his length welcomingly.

Now that he mentioned it, the changeling had to admit that the human did have a fairly appealing odor to him, and it wasn’t just the general scent of arousal changelings were so fond of. That might be a part of it, but there was something deeper, something raw and primal, that were the changing not already on its belly, would make it weak enough at the knees to easily get it there.

He should attempt to throw this human off of his back and alert the King at once. This creature had plenty of lust to give, it seemed. But even so, if it had this effect on every changeling it came into contact with, this potent, demoralizing, submission-inducing aura of pheromones the human possessed might cause more problems than it was worth.

It needed to escape, to throw this creature that was penetrating his ass off of it and run as fast as its legs could carry it to warn the King. But the raw, virile scent rolling off of the human demanded the drone’s submission, and with a defeated, eager whimper it pushed its ass back more firmly until its flanks clapped against the hips of its assailant, eyes rolling back as twelve inches of heavy, thick meat pulsed incessantly within its clenching, milking core. Every twitch and pulse of the powerful rod served to nudge and rub his most delicate sports, stimulating his prostate deliciously as Anon wasted little time with beginning to piston his hips back and forth in a brutal, sawing motion, better befitting a salacious Ren and Stimpy clip than anything else.

He took them roughly, deeply with no concern for whether the smaller, more vulnerable creature beneath him would be able to withstand his passion. The sound of flesh on flesh and loud, rapturous screes filled the small room, echoing outward into the hallway and beyond as Anon mercilessly took them for his own satisfaction. The changeling could feel its cock pulse needily, spurting a small wad of precum onto the ground below with every forceful slam into its soft, receptive backside.

It could feel its eyes roll back into its skull, its vision fading out of focus. It could hear its own vivacious, desperate, and incoherent cries for more filling the room as the pleasure of being ravaged became its world for the duration of this intense, powerful coupling. It leeched what seemed to be a boundless, bountiful flow of lust from the domineering creature skewering its backside, and never in its short life had the changeling ever felt so utterly full.

“P-pleashe, I-i can’t take ‘ny moar…” The changeling managed to choke out half intelligibly as it found itself unable to take any more of his lust into itself. It felt lethargic, barely able to even move anymore as Anon sat back on his ass and started to pound the limp, defenseless changeling up and down his length like a fleshlight.

“Mphhh..just lay back and let it happen. Humans are notorious for their stamina, after all, so you’ll be here for a while. If it makes you feel any better, I’m almost finished with the first round. You’ll be able to take a little break while I catch my breath for the next one.”

The changeling felt a twinge of deepset internal panic at the sound of another round with this creature, let alone the possibility of even more than that! It felt the pace of its ravaging become faster, more erratic, the human’s cock making a small impression in its belly on every deep, rough pass his balls drew tight. The changeling also grew close to a climax, but unlike the human, it was designed to copulate quickly, extracting as much love as possible from its target, typically a pony, in a sprint towards ecstasy before leaving them for the next changeling to enjoy.

The changeling let out a loud, pleasured scream as it had the cum fucked right out of its balls from behind by the larger, virile specimen. Its thick, gooey green load splattering the wall and the floor in front of it in heavy, sticky ropes as it felt the human’s own, hot, heavy seed begin to pump inside of its guts. It felt itself be held tight and deep on the shaft impaling its rump as shot after shot of the potent, intoxicating concoction pasted its insides. The drone could feel what little ego a drone could be said to carry quickly melting away as its brain was practically fried, overloaded by the intensity of the load filling it.

“Y-yessh! Fill me, pleashe!” it cried out softly as it squeezed down around Anon’s cock, milking the human for everything he had to offer before finally relaxing into his embrace.

Anon panted softly as he recovered from the little romp, covered in a thin layer of sweat from his exertion as he gently pet and squeezed the changeling in his lap. Honestly, when it wasn’t trying to act all big and bad, it was honestly kind of adorable. It squeezed the hell out of his cock just right too, so that was a definite bonus. Perhaps he might be able to work something out here.

He slowly ground into the changeling to keep himself hard and keep them conscious, whispering huskily into the insectoid cocksock’s ear. “So, you said something about a breeding chamber?”