Sandbar couldn’t deny the tingly feeling of déjà vu as he walked alongside Thorax towards the Changeling Hive. He was reminded of the first time he had introduced Gallus to his family, and the first time he walked into Silly Filly to inquire about the adult section.

Of course, the déjà vu brought a mixed bag of emotions and rather unpleasant memories along with it; after all, the griffon, his first boyfriend, was no longer a part of his life, and his inquiry about Silly Filly’s adult products had been sorrowfully rejected due to his being underage until his parents had talked to the owners.

So now, he was truly hoping that just this one time, the tingles of overwhelming anticipation would be worth it.

Sandbar’s nostrils had picked up a light lemony scent in the air as he and Thorax crossed the fields to the hive, and once he was unhitched from the wagon and pushing his boxes through the entrance proper, it was much stronger. It reminded him of the smell of Ocellus’ ‘smoke’ when she did her ‘venting’ technique to release small build-ups of love. But now it was much more concentrated.

“Alright, if you’re really ready, the burrow belonging to Ocellus and her brood is right down that corridor. I’ll come check on you in a bit,” Thorax told him, pointing to a small passageway in the right wall. It went straight for a few feet before curving slightly to the left and opened up into a sizable cavern. Carpet-like green moss covered most of the rocky surface, and light was provided both from the partially open ceiling, and a large unlit lantern hanging from a teal-blue tree, likely for evening hours.

Once he and his boxes came out from the dimly lit passageway, he was immediately spotted by the trio of changelings in the burrow.

“Sandbar!” Ocellus greeted happily, immediately breaking into a gallop towards her feedmate, and, sidestepping the boxes, threw her front hooves around him in a tight hug, which he immediately returned.

“Hey, Ocellus. You’re looking…” Sandbar trailed off, trying to find the right words as she parted from the embrace.

“Pent up?” Ocellus offered, shivering as her wings fluttered for a moment. Her moderate cyan eyes and light amaranth neck fin looked like they had been tossed in glitter since the last time he saw her.

“I was going to say, ‘sparkly’, but um, yeah let’s go with that,” Sandbar said with a light chuckle as her mom and dad also came up to greet him.

Her dad, Carapace, was a light blue changeling, with orange eyes, a cobalt-colored chitin, a light green carapace, his wings were a mix of cobalt and off-white, and he was the only member of his brood without a tail fin.

Her mom, Spiracle, was a light teal changeling, her eyes were a deep purple, her chitin fading to a light pink, her carapace was what he would call ‘Fluttershy Yellow’, her wings were a slightly darker pink, and her tail fin darker still. She also lacked the ‘horn’ that her daughter and husband had.

“It’s great to see you again, Sandbar,” Carapace greeted, having previously met their daughter’s romantic interest in Ponyville during parent teacher conferences last winter. “Normally, I’d say we wish we were seeing you under different circumstances, but, well, with what Thorax has told us, it sounds like these are the exact circumstances you find yourself curious about.”

Sandbar visibly quivered again standing next to his boxes of ageplay supplies, looking at all three changelings as their eyes, wings, and tails sparkled.

“Y-yeah… I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to properly describe how beside myself I am that you all are willing to do something like this for me. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so very much.”

“Sandbar, I sincerely hope Thorax has made it clear how much this means to us, as well,” Spiracle began. “Oviposition has not been performed on anycreature since the Metamorphosis, and while it’s not overly painful, it can be a very intense experience. But incubated eggs are generally much stronger and healthier than their non-incubated brethren.”

“He did make that clear, Spiracle,” Sandbar told her.

“Okay, um, I don’t mean to hurry this along,” Ocellus began as she pranced in place. “But it’s been enough of a chore waiting for him to get here. How long are we going to talk about it?”

Carapace chuckled softly at his daughter’s impatience.

“Ocellus sort of has a point, Sandbar. It’s taking considerable fortitude for all three of us not to pounce on you right now, which again, is what you’re probably looking for,” he said, his words getting a shiver out of the poor colt.

“I’m sure you can tell from our eyes that we can tell how excited you are for this, Sandbar. We’re sure Thorax more or less stood on ceremony while he was explaining things to you and your parents, so if you’d allow us to be somewhat… Less cordial…” Spiracle said.

“Something that Ocellus has been able to explain for us when it comes to equine kinks and fetishes, is how dark and taboo they occasionally become,” Carapace continued.

“What we’re trying to say, Sandbar, is if this oviposition fantasy of yours gravitates more towards how changelings treated incubators before the Metamorphosis… Then just say so. Because we’ll gladly be as gentle… Or as rough… As you want,” Ocellus told him, as the trio’s eyes sparkled with the residual love and emotions the colt was giving off.

Carapace, Spiracle, and Ocellus closed their eyes in concentration for a moment, and after a flash of transformation magic, Sandbar’s heart skipped a beat as their forms had changed to the cyan-eyed, holey-legged, black-carapace appearance that all changelings had under Chrysalis. He could barely tell them apart, save for Carapace being a couple inches taller than Spiracle, and she an inch above Ocellus.

Then his eyes fell from their facial features down to the phallus-like ovipositors that now drooped down from between their hind legs, slowly becoming more stiff and rigid.

“You still okay, Sandbar?” Spiracle asked him.

The colt took a long, deep breath, as he realized that his feedmate had read him like so many of her books; quickly and easily. He slowly exhaled, and looked the trio of changelings in the eyes.

“Yeah,” Sandbar replied, his quivering voice almost an octave higher than usual. “It’s nothing, just a teenage colt, standing face-to-face with the kinky fantasy he’s had for less than a month...”

Ocellus gave him a soft smile. His whimpering sarcasm immediately betrayed his nervousness, but also let her know that she and her parents had guessed perfectly, as he began to unsheathe between his hind legs.

“Sure, why not? In fact, you know what? No safe word, either. Authenticity and all. Let’s save the gentleness for the ageplay afterwards…” Sandbar told them, his voice continuing to shake ever so slightly as the three broodmates stepped towards him.

“It’s alright, don’t be nervous… Actually, maybe be a little nervous. It tastes so good…” Ocellus told him, licking her lips. “Mom, dad, you two go first. I want to watch…”

Carapace and Spiracle stepped forward, their eyes sparkling with residual love.

“Might as well give him the authentic experience he’s looking for…” Carapace said, before he opened his mouth wide. Sandbar saw his tonsils vibrate for a moment before a glob of green goop was ejected out of his mouth. The stallion didn’t even have time to instinctually jump back before the glob splattered against his front hooves. It was sticky and thick, immediately and effectively pinning his front hooves to the ground.

“Nice shot, and you haven’t done that in years,” Spiracle told her mate. “Which end do you think he wants, Ocellus?”

“Oh, definitely both at the same time. Remember how I told you how much me and him loved getting taken at both ends? Ponies call that ‘spitroasting’, and it’s amazing,” Ocellus answered, nearly drooling.

“If you say so,” Spiracle replied, going around to his rear while Carapace approached him from the front.

They saw how their guest was nearly shivering in nervousness, but the excited anticipation they tasted as they closed in on him told them all they needed to know. In the discussions they had as a brood before Thorax invited Sandbar here, they decided that if this was the direction his fantasy was leaning, that constantly asking if he was alright, or using a safe word, would certainly dilute the experience he was looking for.

And with Ocellus staying back for now and watching was another layer of safety as well, as she’d be able to tell if he was in any considerable discomfort.

“He’s certainly looking receptive, that’s for sure,” Spiracle commented, eyeing his growing erection as she slowly licked up and down both his hind legs, letting her considerable amounts of saliva pool around his back hooves, forming a pair of pools that quickly turned into inescapable globs of adhesive.

Sandbar watched as his view of the burrow was blocked by Carapace as he stepped directly in front of him and reared up on his hind legs, giving the colt a very clear look at the transparent, lime green ovipositor that was moving towards his mouth, as he felt the changeling’s front legs on his back.

“Sweet Celestia, you all are amazing… Thank yo—”

Sandbar’s gratitude was cut short as Carapace’s ovipositor slid effortlessly into his mouth.

“Come on now, broodmare, that mouth, and throat of yours has better uses than talking…” Carapace told him.

Sandbar felt a wave of heat upon hearing the name he was just called. Yes, that’s all he was, a desperate broodmare that needed eggs. He tried to focus on the warm, slimy appendage in his mouth, but quickly felt additional weight as Spiracle’s front hooves joined her mate’s up on his back, and he felt another warm, slippery ovipositor move up and down against his sphincter, before she adjusted the angle, and the tip slid in.

The colt moaned at the exquisite sensation of getting taken from both ends. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Ocellus lightly rub her twitching ovipositor in a sitting position.

“Not too much now, Ocellus. You want those eggs inside him instead of having to take them right down to the nursery pools, right?” Her mother told her.

Sandbar noticed her stop touching herself right before almost all of his vision was blocked, as Carapace pushed in further, and his tip slid down his throat. The colt’s eyes widened in amazement; he had deep-throated before, but never that quickly or easily. He also noticed the complete absence of his gag reflex as the ovipositor continued several more inches into his throat. He wasn’t entirely sure how the ovipositor was doing it, but he was able to continue breathing through his nostrils, as oxygen passed through the appendage, going in and out of his lungs. It was still labored breathing, to be sure, but it was infinitely preferable to having his airflow cut off entirely.

In terms of what was happening behind him, he had never forgotten what it was like the first time he was knotted, and while Spiracle’s ovipositor didn’t have a knot, what it did have was a very impressive length. Either that, or he couldn’t tell how fast or slow she was going due to how slick the self-lubricating shaft was. Finally, after what must have been several seconds, he felt her thighs press against his flanks. Barely a second later, her thighs pulled away, then pushed back against him as she began to rut him at a similar pace to Carapace.

“This won’t take long, broodmare. Like Ocellus said, we’ve been eagerly waiting for you to get here,” Carapace said, letting out a hiss for just a touch more authenticity.

Sandbar let out a whimper as he used his tongue on the bottom of Carapace’s shaft as best as he was able. He would have spread his hind legs even more, if the adhesive goop had allowed him to. Through all of this, his ears twitched when he heard what must have been approaching hoofsteps from behind them.

“See, I told you we didn’t have long to get here,” he heard Thorax’s voice say.

“I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes,” another voice answered, this one considerably lower, a bit more gravelly. “So he actually wants this, huh?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Ocellus replied.

“That’s for sure. If he loves getting taken from both ends as much as Ocellus says, she’s gonna need a partner when we’re done. You up for it, Pharynx?” Carapace asked.

Sandbar didn’t hear an answer from this ‘Pharynx’ before he felt the pace of both Carapace and Spiracle falter for barely a moment.

“Oh, here they come, broodmare… Here they come!!!” Carapace warned, his voice tightening.

“Mine too!!!” Spiracle added, sounding like it was through gritted teeth.

Carapace gave a hard thrust and hilted in the colt’s mouth. Sandbar tried to look down, but due to the entire length being behind his lips, he was unable to see it.

But he felt it.

While he would normally be expecting ropes of warm cum at this point, his eyes widened and his mind nearly froze up as he felt the small orb travel down the length of Carapace’s shaft, go down his throat, and exited the tip. It was somewhat similar to swallowing a bite of food that was a little too big.

He felt one. Then another. Then a third.

Not even a second later, he felt a similar sensation in his rear. One. Two. Three. It felt incredibly akin to the time he and Ocellus made an evening of playing with a set of anal beads, but this sensation went much farther in than that toy had gone. As his mind tried to follow them as they moved up to his colon, what came next from the ovipositors was much more like he had grown accustomed to since he had become sexually active with his school friends; a rush of warm, thick goop from both tips.

His mind was barely able to recall the words when Thorax explained how the near-overwhelming process would go.

‘First the eggs, then their ‘first meal’ so to speak, a nutrient-filled supplement they’ll feed on as they attach themselves to the lining of your stomach and colon.’

Then that was it. He felt both ovipositors slowly pull themselves out, and he took a deep, full breath as the weight of both changelings left his back.

“I think he’s ready for more,” Thorax commented.

“Well of course he is,” Carapace added. “He’s still conscious.”

“Y-Yes… Please, more…” Were the only three words Sandbar could bring to his lips. Carapace had barely stepped aside before Ocellus was in her dad’s place.

Sandbar looked up at her black-coated face, as she reared up, gazing down at him.

“I love you so much, Ocellus…” Sandbar told his feedmate as he felt the tip of her ovipositor on his snout.

“I love you too. Come on, Pharynx, make the next generation of patrol guards nice and strong!”

Pharynx had been quick and quiet, because he felt the weight of both changelings at the same time, and their ovipositors slid in effortlessly at the same time.

They were… Different, and Sandbar wondered if it had to do with age. Ocellus had just reached maturity; her shaft got down the back of his throat when she hilted, but not nearly as far as her dad’s. When she began to thrust, her tip exited and entered his throat again and again, and still, not a single hint of the gag reflex that he had generally struggled with when it came to his oral skills. And Pharynx’s was more… Bulbous. Thicker than Spiracle, not quite as long, but just as slippery.

“Wow… He was ready, I’ll give him that,” he heard Pharynx comment as he began to aggressively thrust.

“Ready to admit you were wrong yet, Pharynx?” Thorax asked.

“Pah. We’re barely five minutes into the next six or so weeks. Don’t count your eggs yet, little broodmate,” Pharynx replied as he rutted the colt in front of him.

“Can’t help but wonder if he’s counting…” Ocellus added, her breathing quickening. “Wow, it’s coming so fast…”

“It’s your first time, Ocellus, just go with it,” Spiracle encouraged.

“Sandbar!” Ocellus gasped as she hilted in his mouth, just in time for the first egg to travel down her length and down into her feedmate’s body.

One. Two.

For Sandbar, it was a little easier to keep track of, as Pharynx clearly hadn’t hit his peak yet. As he felt Ocellus’ nutrient goop join her eggs down his esophagus, he looked up at her as his vision began to blur.

Spiracle must have noticed his eyelids.

“Hurry up, Pharynx, he’s fading,” she said.

“No worries, Spiracle… No worries at all…!”

With gritted teeth, Pharynx hilted into the colt’s rectum, and Sandbar’s drooping eyelids momentarily widened as Ocellus was pulling herself out of his mouth.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Sandbar’s body slowly peeled away from the waking world, and one by one, his senses faded to nothing. First, his vision turned black. Then, he could no longer hear the labored breathing of his feedmate. At the same time, he lost feeling in his hooves covered in the adhesive slime, and also lost the sweet and slightly sour taste of the nutrient supplement on his tongue when Ocellus had pulled out.

Lastly, the overpowering lemony smell that had permeated every square inch of the hive since he arrived minutes ago was no longer detectable to his nostrils as he completed his descent into a sea of nothingness.

Author's Note

Wow.

I actually did that in one sitting. I really didn't think I would get this update out tonight.

This is the most fun I've had with a clop scene in a very long time.

Thanks for reading!