The Heart Of A Changeling

ATTENTION: This is the normal, non gore chapter.

EDIT AFTER WRITING: This one felt kind of forced.  Tell me what you think?

Click, as the Changeling had grown fond of calling himself after loosing contact with the rest of the hive in the short span after their failed invasion of Canterlot, sat quietly in the middle of the Queen size bed.

He flicked his tattered tail back in forth in boredom as he waited for his friend, caretaker, and mistress, Darkswirl, to appear.

It had been a full month after the unicorn mare with a purple coat and a black-and-white mane had found him dying near the Everfree Forest.  She had taken him under her proverbial wing without a second thought and nursed him back to health until he could at least walk on his hooves again.

During that one and a half week of recuperation, Click had been waiting for his magic to come back to him until he had enough power to battle the unicorn and either make a dash for his escape back to the hive or take over her identity.

But something happened during that week and a half.

The unicorn had treated Click as if he were just another pony.  Whenever he tried to assume the form of another, she simply shook her head and urged him to change back into his natural form.

It birthed a strange feeling in his head, that he was loved for being simply who he was.

But the week and a half did not last long.  Eventually Click had recovered mostly, if not fully, and assumed he was now going to be kicked out.

How lucky he was when Darkswirl simply giggled at his cries of protest and reassured him that he could indeed stay for as long as he liked; on one condition.

Click was to stay indoors at all times, to which he happily agreed to since the Changeling Fear was still very much alive, and take care of the household chores while Darkswirl was away.

But as the month began drawing to a close, Darkswirl began to grow closer with her new Changeling friend.

After all, mares have needs as well.

And so there he sat, idly clicking his tongue against his fangs as he patiently waited for the purple unicorn to trot into the room and have her way with him, which didn't bother him in the slightest.

Broken from his thoughts by a soft giggle, Click turned his head towards the doorway and blinked in surprise.

There stood Darkswirl, black and white mane pressed close against her face and hiding her right eye, which twinkled in mischief.  Her tail was curved and and oiled to take the shape of a blade, for some unknown reason.  A sultry smile found its way to the unicorn's face as a hungry look took over her eyes.

Click swallowed nervously as she began to approach him.

It wasn't that she ever hurt him, it's just that she had a habit of being rather...Rough.

"Did you have a good day, Click?" Darkswirl inquire as she made her way onto the bed.

"Yezzz, Darkzzzwirl..." Click responded, his Changeling accent carrying heavily on his tongue.

"That's good...Do anything special today?"

"N-No, Darkzzzwirl..."

"Not even fantasize about what I'd do to you tonight?" Darkswirl wondered in mock hurt as she pressed herself into the Changeling, pushing him onto his back so that she stood over him.

A series of quick nips found their marks on Click's neck as the purple unicorn began her routine, which started with a gentle nibbling session and soon grew into biting and tugging before she forgot about the neck completely and nuzzled his snout on the way up to his horn- which she happily sucked on until Click's wings were buzzing against his side in pleasure.

Darkswirl grinned at Click's reactions, which would never grow old, as she slowly but roughly dragged her tongue up, down, and around alongside his horn until he was twitching his back leg in anticipation.

Letting her head pull off of the delicious horn slowly, Click let out a small gasp as she reached the tip and giggled.

But the time for foreplay had passed, and now it was time for the main course.

Darkswirl murred deeply as she pressed her body against the Changeling's stomach, kissing his nose and flicking her tail against the new toy behind her.

Click began clicking his tongue against his fangs again out of habit, nervously.

With a slight moan and a quick kiss on the lips, Darkswirl started to slide down onto Click's exotic meat.

Surprisingly enough for Darkswirl, although not in this case since she had done this before, a Changeling's cock was not full of holes like its other appendages.  Rather, it was a solid piece of equipment like any other stallions'.

Shame, Darkswirl thought with a moan as she reached the end, the head of Click's meat throbbing inside of her. I wouldn't have minded feeling his sticky Changeling cum drip out onto my hooves from those holes when I clopped him off...

Content with how far she had managed to squeeze Click into her, not because she was loose (her cutie mark was a rose for a reason) but rather because Click was big even by Changeling standards, the unicorn began roughly but slowly riding him as she kept her body close to his; sucking on his neck and even wishing she had fangs for at least a few minutes.

Click panted hoarsely as Darkswirl continued grinding herself up onto him, tilting his head back with each push to avoid loosing an eye to her horn.

And then, an idea struck him.  He had no way of knowing if it was the same for unicorns, but he assumed that it wouldn't be different and opened his snout to catch her horn with the next push.

By now, Click had taken up a more active role, besides sucking down on Darkswirl's horn and making her pant and moan in luscious pleasure.  Now he was bucking his hips forward, giving Darkswirl time to relax as he did all the work of pushing his throbbing Changeling cock deep inside of her; the head threatening to push into her womb every now and again.

Darkswirl clung to her Changeling as if her life depended on it, gasping and moaning girlishly with each thrust before Click's pace quickened and his face contorted.

Darkswirl shivered in anticipation and clenched her legs together, ready for the inevitable.  She bit her lip and struggled to fight back her orgasm, but Click's soft tongue rubbing against her horn sent her over the edge just as he gave a final thrust forward; pushing the head of his pulsing Changeling meat into Darkswirl's womb and generously flooding it with his sticky seed.

The pair struggled to catch their breathe as the pleasure eventually subsided, Darkswirl still laying atop Click, who had stopped sucking on her horn in order to clench his teeth as he came.

Darkswirl looked up at Click the same moment he looked down and locked eyes; soon locking lips after that.

At the same moment, three thousand miles away and four dimensions over, Foxi Hooves sat on his futon; fighting off his dog to save his bagels and struggling to come up with a comedic ending.

And then, a realization struck him and he began furiously typing the humor gold ending of this fic that everyone had come to demand:

lol no funny ending.