H0p3

Apparently, tourism between Equestria and Earth is a thriving business. Ponies have welcomed humans to Equestria through the portal since it was fully established. H0p3 had heard that tens of thousands of humans have permanently emigrated to Equestria, most of them letting the portal change their form to be ponies and staying in Equestria as ponies. Though the portal made its own decisions on what tribe the humans turned into on arriving in Equestria. Some were unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies. But occasionally they would be turned into deer, griffons, minotaurs, or even the fantastically rare kirin ponies. She hadn’t heard of any humans turning into changelings, though. The defense against getting changed by the portal is to be enveloped in magic when transitioning through the portal. Some humans stayed human, and some ponies let themselves be turned human on coming through the portal to Earth. Tyler’s travel visa was approved online within hours, and at that point, he’d been gone there for two weeks.

She contemplated the penis hanging in front of her. Nothing about the encounter seemed odd to her until she had shown up at the hotel and found a pegasus stallion there. She had tried to beg off, say that she would send a pony for him. But he apparently really liked her human form, so she had the large member in her hand, stroking the tip with a thumb as the stallion groaned in pleasure. She had to be very careful with feeding on pony clients. If they had been fed on by changelings before, they would recognize the feeling of their emotions being drained.

Luckily for H0p3, this stallion was into rutting a human. She opened her jaw wide, working her mouth around the tip of his member. He was certainly bigger than average. She suppressed the desire to gag at his size as she got not much more than the tip into her mouth. She sucked hard, using her hands on the rest of the shaft. If she were shaped as a pony, she’d be able to pull in most of this monster cock. But the stallion seemed to be enjoying it, if his grunts and moans were anything to go by.

He started to hump into her mouth a bit, she let him for a moment before pulling off of him and sliding back. She licked her lips. “You like?”

He nodded, a little bit of drool dripping from his lips, his wings nearly unusable at that point. She hiked up her dress, showing him her slit. She nodded to him. “Go ahead, give it to me.” The stallion didn’t need to be told twice, he reared up, landing heavily on her back. She winced in pain, but ignored it for the time being, his questing member was trying to poke a new hole. She reached back and got him lined up, getting a gasp from her as the tip entered her. She smiled as he gripped his forelegs around her middle and shuffled closer to her as he started pumping. Her eyes bugged out as the flat face of his cock slapped against her cervix. “Ouch, sweetie, back off a hair.” She moaned. He would kill some human woman trying to just go to town like that.

Thankfully he was attentive and took a small step back, nearly coming out before pumping forward, she sighed happily, yeah, he was a pretty good lay, if he was a bit overenthusiastic. It wasn’t very long before his breathing became ragged, she cried out in simulated bliss as he brought his wings around and hugged her tightly. Before long, his breathing stuttered as his penis flared, locking into place directly against her cervix. He groaned as the first spurt of cum flooded her insides, again, and again, he unloaded his balls into her. She cried out louder in simulated orgasm as she felt his member twitch inside her.
Finally, he was spent, he collapsed on her back, holding her tightly as his cock withdrew, when it finally fell out with a plop, what felt like gallons of cum oozed out as he shifted to end up on his side, breathing heavily. She ignored the mess back there and turned around, hugging him tightly. “Now, that was a good one, wasn’t it?” She cooed into his ear.

He just panted, nodding slightly. She wasn’t all that hungry, she merely fed lightly, enjoying the feeling of being full. For a long time, they lay like that. Then finally he shifted a bit, getting her to lift up her head and look at him. “That was…amazing.” He groaned. He reached his wings and forelegs forward and hugged her tightly. “You are amazing.”

She smiled. “None better.” She thought for a moment before adding. “If you want to make mounting humans a regular thing, you’ll need to make sure not to push so deep. Porn and women taking enormous schlongs is not the norm. Most women can take four or five inches before it becomes too painful.” She stopped, looking down.

“Oh no, did I hurt you?” She found his concern endearing.

She shook her head. “A little pain isn’t all that uncommon with someone much bigger than we are used to. But I’m the best, as I said.” She shifted her legs seductively. “I mean, if you want to try out, we can go again.”

His eyes widened. “Again? Already?”

She smiled. “If you can manage it.” She reached up a hand and stroked underneath his ear, getting it to twitch and a happy smile to appear on his face.

“I don’t know if I can go again that quickly.”

She sighed sofly. Most ponies had a pretty fast refractory period. He’d be ready to go again in ten minutes or so. She was content to hold him and be close to the stallion as he rested. And true to form, within ten minutes, he was pumping away another load into her. He was going to get dehydrated after a few shots like that. When he finished the second and third times, there was still a massive amount of cum. Finally, she was done with him and she walked out, five thousand dollars richer from the general manager of the East Coast weather bureau, he was in town talking to the other general managers for some kind of meeting. Something H0p3 would have really liked to know about in advance. She had taken advantage of his offer for her to use his shower before she had left. Her magic could easily handle the mess. But using magic as a human form would not have been very smart of her. So, she walked from the hotel room feeling clean and with a heavier wallet.

As she sat down in her uber, her phone chimed with a text notification. She didn’t have very many names saved in her phone, well, pretty much none. This wasn’t just a recognized number, this was Tyler. She blinked, feeling her heart skip a beat. Why was she feeling emotion about this human? She shook her head before tapping to open the message. Then she blinked at the contents. He wanted to meet her at her hotel room, he had news. She stopped after a long moment of staring at the message. She had a smile on her face, and it was genuine. She found herself looking forward to seeing him. She tapped out a response before sitting back and closing her eyes. Her driver knew where to go, she could just relax.

“Thanks.” She murmured as she opened the door. She could tell the driver’s eyes were on her. She was not dressed too revealingly, not always a good thing for travelling between clients. Tyler was going to be there in less than twenty minutes. She needed to get ready for his arrival. She walked sedately through the lobby and the elevator trip took only moments, she was in her room only seconds later. As she closed the door behind her in her sanctuary, she relaxed, reverting to her natural form. She looked around and pursed her lips. This wouldn’t do. It may be an expensive hotel suite, but it felt too plain to have a guest. She blinked, thinking. What about Tyler was affecting her so much? He was human, he could be food if she decided to feed on him. And he’d have no say in the matter. Yet the thought of feeding on him made her feel…dirty. She needed something to distract herself. Bagheera hopped up next to her as she sat on the couch. She reached out a hoof and petted the large cat as she suspended the remote to the TV in her magic and browsed the channels. Nope, nothing of interest. She finally settled on a 24 hour news channel and let her mind wander as she waited.

A knock on the door brought her back to herself. She blinked and looked around, did she sleep? No. She had just zoned out. She lit her horn and opened the door from her seat, she could feel his emotions and identify him from outside the room. No need to fear in that respect.

“Hello, Hope?” Came the human’s voice.

“I’m in here.” She called out.

He stepped in, closing the door behind him with his foot, his backpack in his hands as he pulled open the zipper. Then he stopped, looking at her, blinking.

She looked down at herself. “What?”

He looked down. “It’s okay, we haven’t known each other very long.”

That got her to blink. Then looked at the rose colored fur on her chest before looking at him again and grinning sheepishly. “Sorry, force of habit.”

“Oh, no, you don’t need to…” He stumbled to a stop as she let fire again wash over her form, changing her back to her natural shape.

She tilted her head and smiled brightly at him. “No, it’s okay. I do trust you. I have no clue why I do. But you’ve seen me like this.” She gestured to her body. “And it’s easier on my magic.”

“How long could you keep the unicorn form?”

She blinked. “With feeding, indefinitely, but without, probably a couple of weeks, familiar pony forms don’t take a lot of energy to maintain.” She frowned. “Though sleeping would be a problem. It’s really hard to maintain your form while asleep. We have a spell designed to give us needed rest without actually sleeping. But eventually, I must sleep. And doing so would be bad.”

“I know. I’ve learned a lot.” He lifted his backpack for a moment, obviously quite heavy. “I purchased a few books. One of these was by Twilight Sparkle. Did you know your mom nearly ruined her brother’s wedding?”

The changelings eyes widened. “What?”

He set down the backpack and pulled out a book, flipping it open. “Yeah, she had taken and copied Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, known also as Princess Cadance of the Crystal Empire. She was getting ready to marry Twilight’s brother, Shining Armor. And that had a full invasion with thousands of drones.” He flipped through the pages, in addition to the text, some pictures of the aftermath. Destruction of buildings, he noticed her attention on the pages as pictures of captured drones were shown before pulling it away. “Yeah. It was pretty brutal. Though the real Cadance was able to escape with Twilight’s help, where Cadance and Shining joined their love for each other with Shining’s abilities when it comes to shields. And pushed most of the changelings out of Canterlot.” He paged back towards the beginning. “But she has a lot of information that was gleaned from studying the drones that remained. Chrysalis was her name, by the way.”

“I didn’t know all that much about my kind back in Equestria.”

He nodded. “Yeah, we know now, Chrysalis has been imprisoned in the caverns below Canterlot for the last twenty-five years.” He pulled out a second book. “But there isn’t a huge amount of information available about changelings.” He pulled out a third book. “But I grabbed everything I could find that seemed to have actual knowledge. Apparently, ponies don’t know all that much about you guys. But they are terrified of you.”

She smiled slightly. “Well of course, if we invaded, we could mimic their loved ones, feed off of them, and then take them.”

He nodded. “Yeah, but they do have methods in place to prevent changelings making it into major cities. There are magical detectors and wards that will force you to change shape. So, changelings don’t really bother the larger cities, even Ponyville, Twilight Sparkle’s home, has those detectors. Some of the really small villages aren’t as heavily protected.”

She pulled a book closer with her magic. “So, no visiting any time soon.”

“Not without some precautions.”

She titled her head. “Precautions? I barely know any of my magic beyond how to change forms. A Princess like Twilight Sparkle has decades of magical knowledge that I couldn’t even hope to match.” She sighed. “But I don’t want to go back to Equestria.” She turned and looked at him, offering a smile. To her surprise, he didn’t react to the sharp fangs the gesture revealed. “I’m doing very well here, and I don’t need my errant mother.” She stopped. A part of her wanted to say more. But she didn’t know what to say.

Somehow, the human could tell there was something left unsaid. He looked at her. “There’s more than that, isn’t there?”

“No.”

She must have spoken too quickly. For he smiled. “Hope, you don’t have to bare yourself to me.” He reached up, cupping her cheek, and to her surprise, she tilted her head to lean into the touch. “But you miss your kind.” He flipped through the book. As he settled later into the book. She could see the chapter title. ‘Aftermath and interrogation of the drones’ he ran a finger down the lines of text. “Sadly, the changelings that survived the blast didn’t live all that long. Starvation, actually killed them. The ponies had no desire to kill them. But their connection to their queen was severed by the magical explosion.” He indicated a line of the book. “Drones are connected to their mother, to their queen. They mentioned they had different roles in the hive. There were those that were more independent, they didn’t need that connection as intensely as most drones. They were the warriors, the protectors of the hive. They would patrol the outskirts, ensure that the hive wasn’t invaded. They didn’t have that need to be close to the Queen like the drones do. A pony could tell what they were pretty easily. They were nearly double the size of the common drone. They were also rather rare, in a hive of ten thousand drones, maybe a hundred would be warriors.” He shifted to another paragraph. “The vast majority of changeling eggs developed into drones, the ones that went out, copied their prey and brought back ponies or other prey and cocooned them. Placing them in a deep sleep for them to be food for the hive at large.” He turned the page. “In fact, being talked to by the Royal Guard, they were quite forthcoming when it comes to information. Princess Twilight included their reports as an appendix in this book.”

She chuckled. “Boy, she’s thorough.”

He nodded. “Definitely. But the main reason why I got this book, was this passage. I’ll paraphrase. The most rare changelings born are the queens.”

Her eyes widened. He tilted the book. “Look at this, Hope. At hatching, they all look the same, warriors, drones, queens, and one other rather rare type, the males. The same size, but the queens have one thing different about them. A mark on their body, to identify them for the existing queen, who usually kills them.”

She reached out a hoof. “Kills?”

“Yeah. One of those captured was a warrior, she had seen a clutchmate killed by Chrysalis.
It had what looked like a cutie mark, a blood red mark on her flank.” He looked at her. “Princess Twilight wanted to learn everything she could about the changelings that attacked, so she could protect the ponies from them. In fact, this research is what helped develop the wards and the detectors.” He flipped a few more pages. “But, back to the baby queen. They aren’t full queens until they grow up, and they…mate. Until then, they’d be called proto-queens.” He looked at her. “I think you are a proto-queen, Hope.” She scoffed. “Proto nothing. I’ve mated, many times.” She grinned at him.

He shook his head. “Have you mated with one of your own kind?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I haven’t seen any others of my own kind. Much less a male changeling.”

He pulled out another book. “Well, Twilight’s adventures with changelings didn’t end with her brothers wedding. Some years later, after she ascended, her assistant, Spike, befriended a male changeling, named thorax.” He titled the cover for her to look. “They had an interesting time.”

She grabbed the book with her magic, bringing it closer. “He’s ugly.” She said simply.

That got a bark of a laugh from the human. “Yeah, no kidding. But Some of Twilights friends infiltrated the hive, and Thorax was captured by the queen, but he had been living among the ponies as a changeling, and was accepted by them because he wanted to change his people’s ways. He had grown and changed, getting love from them freely. And when discovered by Chrysalis, she was sucking out his store of love.”

”Killing, don’t mince it.” Her voice Her voice was high and cold.

He nodded. “Well, instead of fighting, he gave that love freely, and it changed him.” He pointed to the picture. “Into the form you see him here. Minutes later, the other changelings of the hive did the same, defeating Chrysalis and driving her away.”

“So, I give my love freely and then I’ll look like him?” She ran a hoof along the page. “Apparently.”

She blinked. “Then why do they have wards? Why so many protections against changelings?”

“Because they were but one hive, only two or three hives total surrendered like that. There are other hives out there that rejected that, their queens preferring not to change.”

She growled low in her throat. “I can understand that appeal. Disgusting.”

He chuckled. “Well, there seems to be some down side to the change, they have to eat actual food, they have had other changes that make them different to how they were before.”

She looked at him. “If I seem about ready to do that, slap me.”

He laughed, dropping the book and leaning back as peals of laughter overtook him. Finally he reached up and wiped away a tear from his eye. “Sure, anything you say.”

His mirth got a smile from the changeling. After a few moments, she picked up the books. “Looks like I’ve got some reading to deal with tonight. She looked at the window, the sun had been going down as they’ve been talking. As she got to the door to her bedroom. “You’ll want to get some food, right?”

He nodded. “I was planning on ordering in.”

She chuckled. “If it were only that easy for me.” She used a rear hoof to tap the door shut, normally she would lock any door if there was any human on the other side. This time, though, she left the door unlocked as she laid down on the bed. It was only moments before she was reading intently, not even noticing the passage of time. Finally, she looked up, noting that it was well after midnight. She looked around her bedroom and set the book down. Where was her cat? She stepped softly into the living room and stopped. Tyler was passed out, his blanket kicked to the floor. And firmly ensconced on his chest, was Bagheera. The cat was curled up and even from across the room, she could hear the large cat purring. She shook her head slightly before using her magic to pick up his blanket and cover the human. She turned back to her room and crawled into bed, she needed some sleep. As she snuggled into her own covers she noticed that she had left the door open. She felt a moment of panic before she relaxed. She thought about lighting her horn and closing the door. But finally, she just let herself fade to sleep.

***

“Good morning, Baggy boy.” She crooned as the cat kneaded her leg. The cat looked at her, his eyes half lidded as he half meowed, half purred at her. She leaned close. “You little traitor.” She murmured. The cat was unaffected by her words as she reached up and loved on him. She extended her senses, Tyler was gone, probably out for breakfast. He certainly had to eat food quite often. She floated up the cats food, she’d never really dealt with actual food, beyond what she fed her cat. The concept was rather baffling to the changeling. She understood humans and other animals had to eat, but her way was so much more efficient. She much preferred to absorb her nutrition from willing partners. Even if they didn’t know that they were sustaining her. Her cat fed and his litter box taken care of, she looked at the books. After the Twilight Sparkle book, the others seemed like repeated information, wrong, or downright misinformation about her species. She gathered them up and set them on the table. Chrysalis was her mothers name. Good to know. She closed her eyes, her ever present hunger was there, she didn’t need to feed just yet, but she could go for some willing victim. She floated her phone to her and turned on the ringer. A quick swipe showed no missed calls. She shrugged mentally, sometimes she’d just have to wait until an opportunity presented itself. The television didn’t really have any appeal to her at the moment. She stopped, thinking. Was she missing something?

Fire flashed across her form, leaving her looking human, she’d dressed conservatively for her, skin tight yoga pants and a sports bra. She looked in the mirror before reaching into her bag. For some purposes, a bit of clothing was a good thing, especially longer flowing outfits that her magic could replicate, though it wasn’t as good as the real thing. She liked her disguise to be as impossible to guess as she could manage. She pulled on a red top, complimenting the black yoga pants that was long enough to flow to her thighs. One could see the sexy shape of the human form, but enough was obscured to get a second look from any interested males. It was somewhat early, she could go out and about the town, enjoy the Chicago Riverwalk, doing the occasional touristy thing was one reason she liked moving about the nation in doing her work and feeding. She loved on Bagheera for a few minutes before she exited her hotel room and took a deep breath. She didn’t do this very often, but she needed to think, everything going on had her mind whirling. Between Tyler, and finding out more about her kind. She didn’t really know what to think. She got to the elevator and headed down to the lobby before exiting the hotel. She just walked, not even thinking of uber or a cab. She just had to move. A familiar form, she could hold it for a long time without too much strain on her magic.

As she walked the streets of the city, her mind focused inward. What was she going to do? Was her whole life just feeding and making money? The sex was usually pretty good, between horny humans and horny ponies, she never had to worry about that. But that couldn’t be it. She was a queen, well, a proto-queen. But how would she claim her birthright? According to the books, she would need a male changeling. She didn’t even know of any in her clutch that were male. She was sure multiple clutches were hatched at the same time. Were they all at one facility? What if there were world leaders out there, complying with orders from the CIA, or whatever government organization that was in charge of them? What if other changelings escaped? Could she visit Equestria to find a male? Maybe she could. But should she? Would he be submissive and breedable? Her mind whirled as she walked.

For a moment, anger flashed through her mind, she had a good life, all the food she could absorb, plenty of money to have all the nice things she wanted. She had people she paid, who bowed to her every whim. Then the anger faded, leaving her feeling hollow. She had never even learned how to drive. She wasn’t a feared predator like she had thought. She fed without harming, really. Humans, for the most part, didn’t even know her kind existed, much less a queen walked amidst them. She sought to live without conflict. She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, her mind spinning even faster. Then that human had to arrive, upend everything so casually and without effort. Why did she think of him? She was a predator, she preyed on humans and the occasional pony, without them even knowing, right? But why did Tyler entering her life make her feel…dirty about doing that? That meth head idiot she killed, she felt no remorse about his death and her direct cause in it. But getting to know this one human, how he accepted her the way she was, to the point he was disappointed in the fact she disguised herself around him. That affected her emotions, something she’s always kept tight control of.

She started walking again, could she go back to being the whore that she has always said she is? Was she that whore? Fucking for money? Fucking for food? She pondered that thought for a long time. Finally she grinned, she could continue. She loved what she did, she enjoyed not only feeding, but the sex, and the seduction of her prey. But she needed a goal, a reason to do it, beyond simple bodily sustenance. Beyond the here and now and looking to the future. She turned the corner. But what would be that goal? Every time she thought of something to work for, it involved a human, one specific human. She wanted him, not to feed. She resolved as she walked, she would never feed on Tyler. She would sooner feed on Bagheera to his death than feed on that one human.

But why?