An Involuntary Infiltration

It had been a fairly satisfying several days for Anon. Ever since being removed from that cell and placed in this nice cushy room, he had been given all of the free food and fat insect posterior he could ask for and then some!

Shaking of which, he awoke with a yawn, emerging from a small pile of gravid, unconscious pleasure drones. His back popped a bit as he allowed himself to stretch out a bit. “Mphhh…man, that was uh, pretty good,” he understated casually as he looked back at the gaggle of comatose cumdumps.

A few minutes later, a few servant drones came in to collect his partners, where from what he understood, they would be taken to a distribution center to be used as storage until the excess love had been extracted and utilized by the other members of the hive. After this was finished, another drone entered, bringing him a healthy, nutritious breakfast to ensure he was well-nourished and ready for a…productive day.

He gently patted the little bug on its head, and it gave an appreciative chirr, leaning into the affection. Anon smirked at this, petting them a bit more. They were pretty cute, honestly, Maybe after breakfast was finished he could take the, for a little-

“Prisoner, finish your breakfast quickly and do not harass the server drone” A soldier flanking the side of his door said, leaning into the doorway to give him a disapproving look.

Anon smirked at this, shrugging as he responded. “Pffft, how about you mind your business before I drag you in here and give you the ol’ Humbug treatment.”

The soldier gave a small alarmed scree and immediately turned away to begin minding his business, some almost comical nervous whistling issuing from the doorway after them mention of the poor soldier who was currently cooped up in the brooding chambers waiting for the human’s clutch to finish gestating inside of him alongside the drone he had taken when he first arrived.

Yeah, apparently sans a spell to prevent it he can knock the little bugs up. Which was…admittedly a bit concerning, but as long as they didn’t bust down his door asking for child…foal…larvae support, he didn’t really mind too much.

As Anon pontificated on his part in siring a generation of weird parasitic butt bugs…okay no that’s too gross even for him…a generation of otherworldly creatures, his train of thought was interrupted by the sound of an explosion rocking through the corridor some ways away, causing his entire room, and presumably a fairly large portion of the hive. To shake and rumble.

A cloud of debris and rubble flew past his doorway, and Anon was even able to make out several changelings being flung violently back through the air as a familiar, authoritative voice sounded out, echoing through the hallway

“WHERE IS ANON!” the voice cried out indignantly, angrily even, the sound of hoofbeats thundering ever louder as the source of the voice got closer, and seemed to be putting up quite a fight if the sound of agonized changelings and explosions was anything to go by.

The soldiers to either side of his door converged and entered, barricading the door and standing at the ready “Secure the prisoner, we know what they’re here for, so we just have to wait for back-

BOOM! “ANON! There you are!”

The thick oaken doors were immediately shattered into flaming splinters as the owner of the familiar voice stepped through the smoke. A stallion, with a set of large, powerful wings and a slender, elegant horn. His mane swept majestically in the air, flowing with an unnatural beauty as it shimmered the colors of the aurora. His angular, handsome face took on a relieved, reassuring smile as those warm eyes beamed at him, the powerful muscles of the beast rippling fluidly under his silky, off-white, barely pink coat with every graceful step.

“Sunbutt! Bro, what are you doing h-”

Whack!

Anon was once more rudely interrupted by a poorly timed onomatopoeia, this time, accompanied by a rather harsh blow to the back of his head from one of his guards.

“You won’t take him from us, pony…!” he heard one of the guards spit, overshadowed by a primal roar from the solar royal that Anon only caught the first half off as he faded off into unconsciousness.

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Anon awoke sometime later much like he had awoken the last time he had been in this situation, with his head throbbing and his mind swimming.

This time, however, as he rubbed at the second of a rather impressive set of knots on the back of his head, he found himself in what appeared to be…Prince Celestia’s bedchambers.

Laying in his bed as a matter of fact, nice and comfortable under the covers amid a mass of soft pillows and blankets mounded atop the mattress. He had been here once or twice before, mostly to assist his brother with setting up some prank or another, but to wake up in the Prince’s bed was another thing altogether! The last thing he remembered was them finding him in the hive, and then…god it would be so much easier to concentrate if his dick didn’t feel so good right-wait a second!

Anon threw back the sheets to see none other than prince Celestia laying contentedly between his legs, suckling away throat deep on the human’s potent, swollen rod, eyes looking up at him with an almost puppylike guilty expression. He sure as hell didn’t stop though, his large, broad tongue sliding out to cup and lap at those hefty balls with a soft moan.

“Sunbutt, what the fuck man!” Anon proclaimed incredulously. He was shocked sure, but he also damn sure had no intention of making them stop, his eyes very obviously glued to the sight of the others soft, velvety lips damn near vacuum-sealed around the base of his cock, drooling down his thighs as they swallowed around him as if trying to milk him with the constrictions of his throat alone.

Sadly, it seemed that the Prince had uses for his mouth at the moment besides choking on Anon’s cock, and slowly pulled off with a regretful, deep moan, the tip escaping his reluctant lips with a wet, satisfying pop!

“Mphhh…my apologies, Anonymous. I am afraid that after my little rescue attempt, your damnable…delicious scent has gotten the better of me…” The Prince fluttered his lashes at the other male, giving the tip of his cock a soft, chaste kiss, nuzzling into his shaft and inhaling happily “mphhh…surely you do not object to allowing an old stallion the chance to shirk his responsibilities and indulge for a while, If only as a reward for his efforts on your behalf? I can certainly stop if you would prefer…”

As the regal sun god nestled between his legs spoke in such a delectably vulnerable, sultry tone, Anon could only feel his cock harden further. To be honest he had definitely had the fattest ass to grace equestrian soil on his bucket list for a while but scheduling constraints, the timely application of Zecora’s potions, and sheer intimidation had kept him from making the attempt.

Right now, however, his pheromones were in full swing, they were both here, and The most powerful pony in Equestria was currently swirling their tongue around his cock and giving him the most well-executed fuck me eyes he had ever seen in his life.

It was a no-brainer, Anon did not reply verbally, instead gripping them by the base of the horn and pulling them up with a rough, hard yank.

His roughness drew a surprised but not upset moan from the diarch, though not as surprised as they were when Anon’s lips met his in a deep, sensual kiss. The human’s arms wrapped around his waist and they pulled Celestia’s large, powerful frame down with him until they were both laid on their sides.

The Prince’s eyes rolled back and slowly fluttered shut in sheer delight as his forelegs slowly reached up and reciprocated the gesture, wrapping around the human’s neck as his mouth was dominated by the greedy, eager primate.

As the kiss deepened and became more urgent, Anon’s hands found themselves exploiting the powerful, yet sleek body of his partner. He gave a satisfied grunt into the mouth of the other as he felt out their soft furred belly, concealing impressive, firm dense muscle that still trembled under his delicate touch. He slowly worked his way down, giving his sheathe a grope, which garnered a grateful nicker from the equine locking lips with him. Anon felt quite satisfied to find that the stallion was fully unsheathed and throbbing for him with an erection nearly as large as his own lengthwise, but lacking in the same brutal thickness.

He slid his hand down further, groping his heavy, turgid balls, packed with what Anon could only guess was decades if not centuries worth of unused spunk. A prodigious load which would soon find itself being wasted to soil a fine set of silk bedsheets via a world-rocking prostate orgasm if anon had much of anything to say about it. And well, it was safe to say he did,

And finally, the main event, His hands slid down to knead at that plump, perfectly rounded set of powerful haunches, coated evenly in a supple layer of soft, malleable fat underneath his perfectly soft coat.

The most pristine, breedable bubble butt to ever grace the backside of a stallion, one he fully planned on wrecking violently and suddenly in a manner that could best be described as strongly reminiscent of The decline of Charlie Sheen’s Career. Or maybe that was just Anon being an uncultured swine with no talent for metaphors again, who knows!

Dated pop culture references aside, sinking his fingers into that ample, delectable behind was the third best thing to heaven for the eager, aroused human. Second of course being buried balls deep in it and fourth being having his face firmly planted between those cheeks.

Speaking of which!

Anon pulled himself from the kiss with a soft gasp, caressing the stallion’s face gently, allowing his hand to slowly run song his jaw as he looked into his eyes with a confident smirk “Here, turn around for me, Celly. I’m going to get you ready for me.”

Celestia shivered in anticipation as he spoke, nodding quickly. Without a moment’s hesitation, he had swiftly turned around and pressed his top half to the covers, jutting out and presenting his plush, round posterior to the other male with his tail flagging quite happily to one side. He looked back at Anon demurely half-covering his face with his hooves in an amusing, coquettish gesture. “Mphhh…please, by all means, do what you must, I’m all yours tonight.~” he cooed out in a low, sultry tone as he gave his behind an eager little shake in the others general direction.

Anon gave a sigh of satisfaction at seeing the other prostrate themselves before he leaned forward onto his knees, each hand gripping one of those heaty cheeks firmly for leverage, spreading the other open slightly. Celestia gave an excited nicker of anticipation, ears flicking as they allowed themself to be handled and felt Anon’s hot breath wash over their twitching, puckered little powdered donut.

“Mnnn, well come on, are you going to just stare at it all night, you silly little mon-O-ohhhhhh~”

His playful teasing quickly broke off and dissolved into soft, cooing moans as the hot, wet tongue of the human started to circle and lap along his wrinkled entrance. His wings shot out to either side stiffly in arousal at the treatment. “Mnnn… oh yes, get nice and-ahhh… deep in there you naughty thing, you. I want to m-mmmoooohhhh….make sure it slides in nice and smooth when you…mnnn, o-ohh…b-breed me…”

The prince had a difficult time maintaining a conversational tone as he was eaten out. One of Anon’s hands slid reluctantly from its plush, heavenly perch to instead cup the heavy, swollen set of balls dangling beneath. He kneaded and gently squeezed them as if trying to coax the contents out of their fleshy containers with a pleasant massage.

The taste of the prince was fairly pleasant, reminiscent of…eggnog actually, strangely enough, paired with the expected masculine tinge that would normally grace a stallion’s nethers. Anon gave a soft moan of affirmation into the others behind, smacking his flank and giving another little squeeze as his other hand moved to start slowly stroking him back and forth.

Celestia gave a pleased moan and began to allow his hips to twitch back and forth at the pleasure of his lover pampering him so, eyes rolling back just a bit as his stance got a bit wider in preparation “I-I think you have done more than enough, Anon. I-I would like you to-eep!”

The otherworldly creature did not need to be told twice, in moments he had pulled back and was kneeling behind the other, hands on his hips. Celestia’s eyes widened a bit as he felt that heavy, thick appendage glide between his ample cheeks, rubbing its fleshy belly against his quivering pucker. He cooed and more firmly buried his face into the sheets, biting them in anticipation.

Anon leaned down and whispered softly into the ponies ear “mphhh….I know exactly what you want. The same thing all of you little bugs want, isn’t that right?”

Celestia tensed up visibly at this, looking back at him in shock. “W-what!?” He said, his voice wavering from its usual tone a bit. “W-what are you talking abo-”

“The real Celestia would have told me off for calling him Sunbutt like that as soon as I woke up.” Anon explained as he gripped the other firmly by the back of the neck, squeezing softly.

The creature gave a soft sigh, its body erupting into ethereal green flames before reverting to its typical form. It was just as large as Celestia yes, though decidedly more menacing. At least, what passed for menacing in Ponyland. Anon admittedly found them sort of adorable, and not too bad looking. The creature certainly was handsome in its own right, with intense, slit pupiled green eyes, a long, soft emerald mane riddled with holes, somehow graced its head complemented by a crooked, jagged horn.

“Ugh, I suppose I am a bit rusty.” The changeling said, speaking with a rich, regal tone, looking back at the creature mounting them. “Introductions are in order. Hello, Prisoner, My name is King Chrysalis. I am the Ruler of the Changelings, and I have personally taken it upon myself to see that your love is properly harvested since the reprobates under my command seem to have been unable to corral your more…bestial tendencies without assistance.”

Anon smirked at this, shrugging “What can I say, once you go human, nothing else will do, man.”

The king gave a small derisive snort. “I shall be the judge of that, ‘Hyoo-Man.’ I will admit you possess a certain…exotic appeal, I can see that after a bit of time in your capable hands, but I will not be so easy to subdue as those whelps you conquered before. They are as simpering virgins before my millennia of expertise.”

“Wow, that sure was a self-aggrandizing way to call yourself a slut, bro,” Anon said simply, giving a little cheeky grin as he saw the king’s jaw drop and his face turn a slight shade of green at the remark before quickly recovering. “Hah! You say that as if it is a bad thing for a creature who subsists off of the love of others to be skilled in the carnal arts,” he said with a confident smirk, rolling his plush, heavy rump against Anon’s cock invitingly.

It did not surprise Anon much to see it was just as splendorous as before, save for the palette swap and a crater or two. After all, these shape-shifting little lovebugs had to be able to cater to a wide variety of tastes. And this ass definitely catered to his tastes. he chuckled softly, taking a firm handful of the king’s mane and drawing a soft, excited gasp from him as the changeling looked back at him in anticipation “Mphh…yes, rough me up. No need to be gentle, I can take whatever you can dish out.”

“I think I will be the judge of that,” Anon said in a mirror to the king’s own sentiments moments before, pressing his tip to their tight, quivering pucker and giving a soft grunt as he started to slip himself inside…