H0p3

***25 years later***

The man stood up from the bed at the sound of the knock. He wiped the sweat off of his hands onto his dress pants as he walked to the door. The opening hotel room door reveals a tall, blonde-haired woman, dressed in an expensive looking evening gown. Her smile was beautiful as she flashed it for him.

“Hi,” he stammered nervously.

After a long moment, her eyes flicked past him into the room, then her gaze rested back on his eyes. “Are you going to invite me in?” she asked in a melodious voice.

He flinched and backed away, gesturing into the room. She stepped past him into the hotel room, and he closed the door as he watched her rear sway as she walked. “Beautiful,” he murmured. He followed her into the suite’s living room.

She stopped partway into the room and looked around. “So, as we discussed, three thousand.”

He blinked a few times, not sure of what to do. Finally, he nodded, reaching over and picked up a stack of bills, which she put into her purse. She smiled as she set the purse down on the dresser, she turned to him and purred, “Now that that unpleasantness is over with, we can focus on your pleasure.”

He sat down on the couch. “Not that I’m complaining, but I thought I was asking for a…” He was stopped by a finger to his lips and a coy smile from the woman.

“Yes, you asked for a pony, and I will deliver. But it’s so much easier to walk around town without being noticed, looking like this. Do you have a preference on the pony?”

His eyes go wide. “I’ve got a choice?”

She smiled seductively. “Oh, certainly you have a choice.” Violet fire enveloped her form, and a white alicorn is standing there with a flowing mane and royal regalia. The flame enveloped her again and a dark blue alicorn is standing there with a crescent moon cutie mark and a mane made of the night stars. Her voice matched her new, lunar form. “I can be anypony you wish.”

Her horn lit with violet light and his clothes disappeared. He reflexively covered himself in surprise, getting a throaty laugh from her as she reached a hoof forward and gently moved his hand aside, stroking him gently with a fetlock.

She giggled. “Any preference?”

He stammered a few times, managing to get out, “I kinda like the Wonderbolts.” Breathing heavily as his member started to grow under her attention.

She smiled and once again the violet fire enveloped her form. First she was a bright blue pegasus with a rainbow mane and tail. She tilted her head, looking at his reaction, then the flames flashed about her form again, becoming a golden pegasus, her wings spread wide, with a wing made of flames on her flank, at his smile she smiled back brightly. “So, you like ‘em feisty?”

He nodded, his little soldier definitely standing at attention at that point.

She moved forward to accept a kiss from him. Unlike many others in her profession, she didn’t have to fear diseases of the humans. She reached a wing out and stroked his cheek. The kiss deepened, going on for what she judged was enough time. Finally she broke away. “Shall we?”

He blinked. “Huh?”

She was enjoying feasting on his lust, so she smiled and gestured at the couch. “Wouldn’t you want to be more comfortable? We can do the deed here, or in the bed.”

The look on his face had her suppress the desire to giggle. Human males when all the blood needed to run their brains went south. Finally, he stood up. She turned and walked towards the bedroom. As she put her hoof on the handle, she glanced back at him while twitching her tail to the side, letting herself wink at him, and not with her eye. His reaction was priceless. He groaned softly and his member twitched. She nodded to herself. Yeah, this one is gonna be fun. A girl’s got to enjoy her job, right?

He closed the door behind them and when he turned back, he gasped as her mouth enveloped his dick. He was transfixed by sensation as she worked her mouth on him. Her ears were perked, listening to every gasp and moan as she enjoyed the feel and taste of him. He had showered recently, so all that filled her nostrils was the pleasant musky aroma of an aroused human. Her head bobbed as she continued to give him pleasure. Though after only a few minutes, he gasped loudly, “Wait..wait...uhhhh… Not ye-!”

She put a hoof on his belly to stop his objection. She simply sucked harder as his member twitched in her mouth, spewing forth his first gift to her. She swallowed and kept sucking as he twitched and shuddered in her mouth. As his climax wound down, she let him go. Smiling up at him.

The poor dear looked as though he was about to cry. She tilted her head. “What is it? You just went to heaven and you’re not happy?”

He looked at her. “I’m not a young man anymore, and that was so quick.” He shuddered. “It was amazing, best blowjob I’ve had in years…but I wanted to…”

She smiled knowingly. “You wanted to sample more than my mouth?”

He nodded, getting a giggle from her. “Sweetheart, you paid for an hour of my time. You will get a full hour of my time.” She tilted her head a bit. “And maybe a little more if you are up to it.”

His eyes widen. Then he looked down at his member. “But…”

She reared up and hugged him with her hooves and wings, nearly tall enough to kiss him, though he leaned down into the kiss. After time immemorial, she pulled her head away. “Anything else you wanted to do with me before the mane event?”

His eyes widened. “Like what?”

She pulled away and hopped onto the bed before sitting. “Well, I don’t really talk about my clients, but I can tell you some things they liked doing with me as a pony. Some simply paid me to allow them to run their fingers through my mane. Some wanted nothing but a long blowjob, some even wanted to taste my own flavors. Some simply wanted to mount me. Or play with a wing. The sky is the limit here, love.”

He shuddered. The possibilities flashed through his brain. Finally, he spoke. “I’d love to taste you, I’ve never tasted a pony before.”

She smiled. “Not many humans have, even with thousands visiting your world at any time, and even a few tens of thousands living here permanently. Ponies aren’t exactly a common sight. And it’s good to know ponies are just as horny as humans. If not more so.” She patted the bed. “Come on here and lay down on your back. You shall have your desire.”

He eagerly complied, climbing onto the bed and stretching out. She looked at him for a long moment. This one she might have to save a contact for the future. A rare human male that preferred to give pleasure as much as he got. She could get much love from this human. Feed herself plenty from him. She crawled over him, presenting her dripping plot to him. She made sure to wink hard as he first, hesitantly touched her marehood with a finger, tracing along the lips ever so gently. As the finger reached near her clit, she winked again, the finger dragging along the clitoris, giving her a burst of pleasure. His hands reached up and pulled her rear down towards him. His broad, flat tongue diving deep into her folds. She closed her eyes and reveled in the pleasure he was giving her.

As he was pleasuring her, she watched his manhood, starting out flaccid from her previously draining him, it started to twitch a bit as he got into licking and sucking on her plot. That got a grin from the mare. She reached forward, letting the tip of her tongue run along the head, getting a guttural growl from the human as he redoubled his efforts on her. She grinned as she brought his manhood into her mouth, sucking strongly. His body tensed up, hips bucking gently into her mouth. Oh yeah, he really liked it. She grunted, letting her breathing speed up, crying out softly as she clenched down on his face with her nethers. She panted, with his hardness in her mouth, taking a moment before she resumed, enjoying the feel of his cock in her mouth. He was rubbing his hands along her flanks and across her cutie mark. Finally, she stood up and flicked her tail in his face before turning around to face him.

“That was good, love. Now, do you want to stay on your back? Or mount me?”

His eyes widened. “You could mount me?”

She nodded. “I love your human name for it, cowgirl. Giddyup, humey!”

He sighed happily. “A pony riding me.”

She reached a hoof back, pointing him in the right direction as she lowered herself onto him. She watched intently as his cock slowly penetrated her folds. His eyes rolled back as her plot met his pelvis, she sighed happily. The lust from the human making her body sing. “Okay, you ready?” He was only able to nod jerkily as she slowly raised herself, and brought herself down. He groaned in pleasure. Yeah, he wasn’t going to last all that long in this. Well, forty minutes to go, and she was going to extract every ounce of love he’d be able to provide her. He’d be more tired than he would usually after an energetic sex session, but wouldn’t think it that unusual. Her feasting of his emotions would go unnoticed. She bounced, slowly upping the pace, watching his face as it contorted in pleasure.

There was an art to getting the most emotions out of a human. Males were easiest. Most were starved for what they thought was a need for sexual pleasure, but that was a cover for being generally deprived of touch, warmth, and above all else, compassion. Taking her time with one to listen to his cares, kiss him a lot, hold eye contact, touch his face, sigh at all the right moments, and of course let him enjoy her body was generally enough to have one halfway to legitimately falling in love with her.

“Oh, yes, baby, give it to me.” She crooned. Speeding up further, soon, she was energetically bouncing on his hardness. Soon, his entire body tensed up. She gathered up his hands in her hooves and let him hold her hooves as she moaned in pleasure as his body writhed its way through another orgasm.

When he was done, laying there, panting. She stayed like that, using her muscles on his oversensitive penis, getting him to twitch in pleasure and overstimulation as his body relaxed.

“Was it good for you?” He murmured, on the edge of falling asleep.

"Oh yeah, humans are so different! I love it!” She crooned, watching his consciousness slowly abate.

As his body was recovering, she sat there for a long time, enjoying the feeling of him inside her, even as his body relaxed towards sleep. She’d give him about fifteen minutes before she’d wake him up for round three.

The human jerked awake, watching her as she pulsed her muscles, him still inside of her. She looked up at him with a sultry smile. “Nice nap?”

He blinked. “I’ve never…”

“Oh, sweetheart, I know how to get you ready and raring to go.” She started to bounce a little bit, feeling him harden slowly within her. She grinned, yes. He’s got more to give, and before she left, she would take it all! She sped up her pace, and shortly the only sounds in the room were his grunts of pleasure and the sound of her wet plot slapping on his pelvis.

Finally, he looked up at her. “Can I mount you?”

With a smile she pulled off of him, he was even harder now. With two shots down, he’d be able to last for a good long while. She turned and presented her glistening plot, her tail waving gently before lifting it up high as he got to his knees. Grabbing her and bringing her close, he wasted no time entering her again. She gasped a bit at him entering her forcefully, but gave him a happy smile as he started pistoning into her as fast as he could. She closed her eyes, feeding on his emotions as he gave her everything he could. Five minutes passed, then ten, he was starting to slow, but the bliss on his face was enough for her. Then she noticed, he was tensing up, another shot was primed and ready to go. With a loud groan, he hilted deeply into her, she could feel him twitching within her as his body let go once again. For a long moment, he was paralyzed with pleasure, completely focused on the sensations dancing through his skull. Finally, his body lost all tension, and he fell sideways onto the bed with a groan. She turned and cuddled up with him, his arms reflexively going around her as her wings held him close as he panted. Her breathing was easy to control as she panted next to him.

She waited as he recovered, though after a bit, his eyes focused and he looked at her. “That was amazing, I’ve never been able to go three times in an hour before.”

She flicked her tail over his member. “Never know, you just might be able to manage a fourth time.” She purred into his ear, holding him close. Though with how heavy his eyes were, she doubted he’d be up for another round. She was content, though, she’d fed enough.

A little while later, he was holding her in his arms, fighting the sleep trying to overtake him. “So…” He said quietly.

She looks at him. “What?”

He looked away from her, quietly asking, “You can change forms… are you a unicorn?”

She smiled demurely and shook her head, pressed against his skin.

He furrowed his brow, rolling over to look into her eyes. “Huh?”

“Trade secret, can’t let it out of the bag,” she giggled.

He looked at her, confused. “You are from Equestria?”

She smiled. “I am Equestrian, though not from the Kingdom of Equestria.”

He hugged her tighter for a moment, then she wiggled a bit. He let her go and she got off the bed and stood up. The same violet fire washed across her features, leaving the human female shape she had when she arrived. “Thank you.” She said seriously.

“Wait,” he called out, stretching out a hand. She stopped in the middle of picking up her purse.

“What?”

“What do you really look like?”

She cocked her head to the side, her expression souring slightly. Very rarely was she asked this question. She’d fed pretty well off of his lust for her, and though it’s funny to her, his physical lust had been sated quite well. She’s very good at that, but his mind still burned with desire. She considered for a long moment, then responded, “Ohhh, like any other mare, four legs, four hooves, two eyes, a tail, and a mane.”

“Well I…I think you’re beautiful, in any form.” The earnestness of his words got her to pause.

She stared at him for a long time, and her slim hand reached out to grab her purse as she rolled her eyes. “Sure. Thanks anyway. Now, honey, sorry to yell you this, but our time’s up. Call me again, won’t you?”

That made him stop. “Oh r-righty, sorry!” he stammered, looking at the clock. “Forgive me for being a pest, I’ve had a great time with you.”

“As have I. Don’t forget me, okay?”

“How could I?” he said, yanking his belt shut and then hurling on his shoes.

She walked him to the door with a hand on his ass and kissed him deeply one last time. “Call me again soon, okay.” Then she allowed him to open the door long enough for her to saunter out and then she walked down the hallway to the elevator.

As the elevator took her to the first floor, she sighed, “Nobody really wants me for what I am, they only want what I can do.” She fought with her emotions, they were threatening to overwhelm her. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, it wouldn’t be good to lose control and focus and change back to her natural form in public like this. She knew there was a camera in the elevator of this high class hotel. She got her breathing under control and opened her purse to look at the stack of cash, her third client of the day so far. She would have to drop by the bank to make a deposit.

This amount of cash would get unwieldy but, her bills would get paid. Her phone rang, jarring her from her thoughts. She pulled out the device. “This is your fantasy.” She said breathlessly into the phone. She listened for a moment. “I’ll be glad to see you. My website has the costs; have you seen them?” She paused to listen, then replied, “I’ll be there in half an hour.” She pressed the button for the lobby and took a moment to compose herself. At least, with this form, she didn’t have to worry about makeup running or her stocking ripping. By the time the elevator had made it to the ground floor, she had her own emotions in check, stepping primly through the revolving door and pulling up the Uber app. She tapped two addresses into the app and waited as the app looked for a driver. Being a major city like Baltimore, drivers were always available. Soon Bill would be picking her up in a brand new Ford Explorer, first to deposit a good amount of cash into her bank, then on to the next client. She smiled. Today would be a good day.

***

The changeling in human form stepped into her small apartment. She didn’t need to spend much money when it was just herself and her cat. She had an emergency supply of love at home always. So, she didn’t need to worry if her clientele dried up. Though since she’s gotten in the Baltimore area, she’s been busier than ever. The five thousand dollar a month rent for this place, on the forty second floor of an upscale building, was taken care of with a day of work. Her fridge remained empty. The cabinet had only the necessities of feline care. She bought plenty of food for her little furry companion. And inquisitive miaw got her attention as she placed her purse on the table. She relaxed, living in this apartment was very private, and she could be in her natural form. Her horn lit violet as she floated a can of food and a bowl from the kitchen. She watched as she used her magic to open the can and dump the contents into the bowl before setting it on the floor. She had spent good money getting her cat. A mix between some African wild cat and a domestic cat. Called a Savannah, the F1 she had was a big cat. Bagheera crouched down and was quickly inhaling his food. Sometimes she envied the feline, his ability to actually eat food and get energy from it. Any time she tried, she ended up violently ill from any attempt. Her chitin hooves clacked on the tile as she headed into the living room and turned on the television. She held the remote casually in her magic as she switched between the channels. Finally settling on a news channel. She didn’t understand why she was so enamored with the 24 hour news, one was partisan one way, the other was partisan the other way, and neither really gave her the information. She always felt dissatisfied after watching them. Though this time, she pressed the volume up button, Princess Celestia was on the screen.

Representatives from Equestria have arrived in the DC Metro area. Princess Celestia herself is here for talks with the President. A representative of the White House confirmed. The visit is reportedly in regards to proposals in the United Nations to expand the pony weather control to worldwide coverage much how the US has enjoyed controlled weather for the past twenty years. Along with other trade deals between our two worlds. The voiceover said as the changeling’s breathing increased.

She’s coming here? She’ll have an entourage. Humans were perpetually horny, finding clients, whether they be male or female, has not been an issue since she had arrived here near the national capital. But so are ponies! And not just the stallions, based on what she’s heard from some of her clients. But what about this? What if the next call was from a pony? One who was curious about her advertisement that included ponies? She looked thoughtful. What could she do? She looked back where her phone was. She didn’t object to having a pony client, not at all. Whether mare or stallion, she could satisfy either. But her changing forms in front of them could prove problematic. Humans don’t know about changelings, at least most of them didn’t. She knew what had happened with most of her siblings, they were rounded up and sent right through the portal in DC. She blinked, she’d heard in a few places that sometimes changelings would make it through the portal, and when discovered, they’d be sent right back. Even the tame ones that were friendly with Princess Twilight. She knew that if the humans authorities discovered she was there. She’d be sent to Equestria. She’d never been there! She wouldn’t even know what to do!

She flinched as Bagheera leaped onto the arm of the chair with a questioning miaw. She absently reached out a hoof and stroked his head. She was curled up in the seat, and he stepped carefully onto her, taking only a few moments to get himself comfortable on her before curling up and enjoying her warmth. She sighed as the cat settled down, continuing to gently stroke him with a hoof, him leaning his head into her touch, the love from him intensifying as she pet him.

“What should I do?” She asked the cat.

With half lidded eyes, he was silent, just enjoying her touch.

She shook her head, he had cancelled out her impending panic attack by coming up on the chair, but the stress remained. The audio from the TV was unheard by her as she floated her phone closer to her. Safety was paramount, if she were found by human or pony officials, she’d be through the portal before she could even blink. She narrowed her eyes as she manipulated the phone with her magic. She had to find a place with plenty of horny humans, and officials that looked the other way when it came to her profession. She briefly considered Las Vegas, but within the city, it was more difficult. She didn’t want to go to one of the legal brothels, she’d have to be around others all the time. And then she’d be found out, because she would change forms to please her clients. No, that wouldn’t do.

Dallas? No, she’d already spent nearly a year there. Maybe further north? No, that city was too small. Minneapolis? She pondered the location, but then remembered, it was February, way too cold up there. Scrolling the map east, she stopped at Chicago. She scrolled around for a long while. Her bank was a national one, so it had plenty of branches there, so she wouldn’t have to go through the hassle of closing down and creating a new bank account. She’d paid good money for the various identities she possessed. She tilted her head. Bagheera would have to come with her, but it wouldn’t be the first time her cat had endured air travel. She looked at Bagheera. “You want to live in the Windy City for a while, Mister man?”

Bagheera looked at her, his eyes blinking slowly. She rubbed her hoof gently along the side of the face, enjoying his rumbling purr. She nodded. Yes. Getting away from Baltimore would be a good idea for her. Not just to stay safe from Celestia and her entourage, but she could make some more money. She pulled up her banking app, and logging in. Once it loaded, she looked at the balances. Checking, savings, money market, a couple other accounts. She smiled. Over five years of getting all the love she needed from humans and taking money from them to boot has added up to a very healthy sum. She tapped a few times, her deposit from today was safely put into the money market account, managed conservatively, she could live for years off of the dividends from it. But that would mean she’d have to find some other source of love.

She chuckled, her source of income was also her source of food. She finally closed down the bank app and searched airlines. She finally decided on Delta, and scrolled the flights. Tomorrow should be soon enough. She tapped a few more times, entering in her credit card information and getting a confirmation. Double checking that Bagheera’s carrier would be a carry on. She finally lit her horn, picking the sleeping cat up without disturbing him. She’d done it hundreds of times and knew how not to jostle the cat and to keep him peaceful as she got into her bed. As she drew up her covers, she placed him on her, and on release, the cat started to knead his forepaws into her covers. She smiled softly as sleep took her.

***

Equestrians have dreams, many times much more vivid than humans. Sometimes dreams were memories, sometimes they reflected fears, hopes and dreams. The changeling twitched a bit as she slept, her dream self going back in time, she didn’t remember her time as a grub, she didn’t know how they got love into her as an egg, or into her as a grub, to allow her to grow into a full-fledged changeling. Though her and her siblings were all hatched over 20 years before. Some of her earlies memories was being held by humans, some of her siblings died from lack of love. Until the humans found that lower life forms could sustain them. Apparently they were worried what the changelings would do to humans if they fed off of them. But once they were hatched and grown out of the grub stage, they were given designations, hers was H0p3, all of them started with H, apparently. They never told her why.

After the trauma of hatching, she remembered that. Living in near darkness, She could feel her reserves of love, she didn’t know what it was at that point, but she knew she needed more, she had to escape, she had to get out of the darkness, into the light. She had a horn, she used it, pushing against her prison, occasionally hearing a crackle as she moved, pushing her horn against her confinement. For a long time, she kept using her horn, her ears twitching at the sounds and voices that filtered through the thick leathery shell of her egg. Finally, there was light, warmth as she retracted her horn from where she had pierced through. Encouraged, she pushed again, and there was more light. She heard more incomprehensible sounds, warm hands pulled on the edges that she had broken through, with her struggles, she was helped from her egg, blinking her green eyes slowly, not comprehending the world around her. She had been moved from there, she remembered being held, she knew now it was a human holding her. Dressed in white. She was able to feed, she could feel emotions from the human holding her. She was too small to harm a human at first, but feeding too much on someone could have rather… hateful side effects.

She remembered her time with those humans. It was not pleasant memories for her. She knew her designation, she knew they were training her. One memory surfaces within her dream. Learning to speak the words of the humans was difficult, as the English language is a confusing and disharmonious staccato of sounds that should be much more smooth than it is. She remembered this because she was with some of her siblings. They all looked the same, black, with green eyes. She was the same as the others, with one minor difference, a small violet mark on her flank. She didn’t comprehend at the time that she was different, her odd mark and greater size hadn’t shown yet, that wouldn’t come about for years. The words she has to say felt odd to her mouth and throat. But she knew the punishment for noncompliance would be swift, and severe. She had to try so she turned and looked at the front of the room where the large screen was displaying letters and words that she had to try to say and she dutifully intoned with her brethren. “A is for apple. B is for ball.”

Still asleep, her dream shifted. She reached out and stroked Bagheera, subconsciously getting grounding and comfort from his weight on her body, his warmth and love making her feel content as the disturbing dreams continued.

A human had courted her for several moons. Though they mated often, though she did all the things that usually made a human brain stamp on the happy hormone pedals with both feet, he was always cold. He was a good match for her own personality. He also yielded no sustenance. He wasn’t cruel, just cold, though she did fear sometimes what mind lurked behind those frozen eyes. Though he never fed her, he was in the end worth it for some other things, knowledge that had served her well with less agreeable humans from time to time.

More of the past surfaced within her mind. “Now, Rainbow Dash!”

She formed a mental picture and breathed as violet flames washed over her form, turning her into a cyan pegasus with a shocking, rainbow mane and cerise eyes. She looked around at the other changelings. She felt like she could almost see herself through their eyes, but something was… missing.

“H074, you have the mane colors wrong,” came the voice over the speaker. She jerked to look at him, and the speaker was right. The bright blue and green colors of the mane and tail of the Rainbow Dash beside her were transposed. The other changeling cringed—he knows what was coming. A small click was audible as the implant activated, and the changeling was bathed in green fire as he fell on his side, shrieking in pain.

She shuddered, watching another of her kind in pain.

Eventually the dream ended and she fell into a deeper sleep, away from the disturbing memories of her past. Her body finally relaxed as the night slowly crept towards the dawn.