The Heart Of A Changeling

ATTENTION: This is the gore chapter.

Click shivered in fear as he hid under the bed.

It wouldn't be long, he knew, but the longer he managed to hide from her the longer he would live.

About a month ago, after the failed Changeling invasion of Canterlot, Click and every other Changeling from his hive had been expelled from Canterlot by magic.

He had landed somewhere just outside the Everfree Forest and broken his horn and both wings; an incredibly unlucky turn of events.

Helpless and alone, he had thought his life to be over until a curious purple unicorn found him curled up in a ball.

Now he wished his life was over.

She had taken him in, cared for him until he had gotten over the loss of his wings and horn (and therefor shape-shifting ability) before trying him up and raping him.

Alright, perhaps it wasn't really rape.  It was true, Click rather enjoyed what she did to him...When she wasn't threatening to slit his throat or aggravating the spot where his horn used to be.

She seemed to take great sexual pleasure in causing him pain; and that was enough to have Click scared to death for the rest of his life as long as he was in the same country as that horrible mare.

"Oh Click~" he heard her call out as the hoofsteps grew louder and closer.  "You know there's no use in hiding from me, so just come out now and we can get this over with.  I promise I wont hurt you.  Much."

That final wording did little to reassure the terrified Changeling, and the fact that the sound of hoofsteps had halted as well only put him on edge more.

"There you are!" Darkswirl exclaimed as she grabbed Click's tattered tail in her magical grasp and practically threw him out from underneath the bed.

The Changeling hit the wall with a satisfying thud and cowered as Darkswirl approached him.

"Shh, shh...It'll be alright, Click: Mistress is here now..." she whispered sincerely and gently nipped at his ear.

For any other pony, they would think nothing of the act.  But Click knew exactly what would soon come.

It confused him immensely, how he could feel the waves of love and care she felt for him (but alas, could not feed off of) and yet she still tortured him so.

"What do you say we add a little...Flair for tonight?  Hm?" Darkswirl wondered aloud, using her magic to rattle a drawer on her nightstand open.

Click's eyes widened in horror as she brought a sharp, skinny knife towards his face; rubbing the side of the blade gently against his cheek.

Darkswirl murred softly before kissing his nose.

"Ready for the ropes, my little Changeling pet?" Darkswirl asked as she brought forth a bundle of ropes.

Click swallowed nervously and did nothing further to show that he had heard her.

"Oooh, you're being particularly misbehaved tonight, little toy.  I think I'll bring out the brand..." Darkswirl replied, the last sentence mostly to herself.

Fearing for his life, Click leapt up onto the bed in hopes that she'd retract that statement.  But all she did was hold him down with her magic and carefully guide the rope through the holes in his legs until each limb was tired firmly to a bedpost.

Click squirmed.

"You're so cute when you're struggling..." Darkswirl commented, climbing up onto the bed and laying down next to him, near his waist.

She idly trailed a hoof in circles around his belly while using her magic to ease his luscious Changeling cock from its hiding place.

Click put up as much fight as he could, as he knew what she would eventually do to him, but her magic was nearly endless and his willpower was damaged enough as it was.

The purple unicorn wasted no time in wrapping both her hooves around the new toy and holding it close in a literal hug; the shaft pressed firmly against her cheek and the head against the side of her nose as she began clopping him off like that.

Click whined and squirmed more, hoping that her knot tying skills had failed somewhere, but every rope was secured tightly.

He was trapped and at the mercy of his mistress, and he knew there was little mercy in her.

By now, Darkswirl had backed out of the hug; instead pressing the underside of her hooves against the sides of Click's meat and sucking on the tip as she continued to clop him off.

For once, Click actually felt like she wouldn't go as far out as she normally did.  Maybe he'd be able to keep his throat this time and not be painfully reanimated.

Of course, this was an incredibly silly thought considering Darkswirl.

With a peek from her right eye, she picked up the slim knife in her magical grasp and brought it towards Click's snout; flicking it once and making a small gash near his nose.

Click winced and turned away from the knife, struggling to protect himself from further harm.

The act only turned Darkswirl on even more, causing her to lazily drag the tip of the knife down against his cheek; threateningly but not cutting.

Darkswirl felt Click's cock throb in response to the rushing blood as Click's heart race picked up and she moaned softly, giving it a quick deep throat before pulling it out of her snout and sitting on his stomach.

"Absolutely disgusting." she said, spitting over the side of the bed.

In truth, she loved the taste of a Changeling cock and even more so the feel of one inside her; but she loved to make Click feel worthless even more.

"Sometimes I wonder why I don't just cut it off...Just a simple flick and it'd be a big improvement on your part." Darkswirl teased darkly as his cock throbbed against her flank and back due to their current position.

Smirking down at the cowering Changeling before her, Darkswirl held his gaze as she lifted her haunches and slowly eased the head of Click's cock into her dripping marehood.

And then, without warning, she suddenly slammed her body down on him; which elicited a passionate moan from her throat and a sharp squeak from his.

Darkswirl giggled darkly and hovered the knife to his throat as she began to ride his Changeling cock quick and hard; panting hotly while she let the tip of her blade drag back and forth across his neck.

Click whined in fear and looked up at his mistress with begging eyes.

Darkswirl blinked sympathetically down at him before noticing how close she had gotten.

Changelings really turned her on.

Better make this fast...A-Almost gonna... she thought before leaning forward and pressing her snout against Click's in a kiss.

"M-Mistress...Please..." Click begged.

"W-What's that, pet?  Aw, you're s-so eager to die so your mistress c-can get off...How s-sweet..." Darkswirl whispered.

Click's eyes shot open and he began to squirm, his end staring him directly in the face as she flicked the knife against his throat, slitting it open nicely.

Click gagged and gargled as he tried to breathe while Darkswirl switched her gaze between the gash in his neck and his flickering eyes.

S-So close! Darkswirl thought desperately before Click's eyes faded.

Darkswirl screamed in primal pleasure as she came, moaning and panting hotly.

She fell onto Click's lifeless chest and just lay there for a while before grumbling to herself.

Her horn ignited and her magic encased the gash in Click's neck, sealing it until it looked like it had never been cut in the first place before closing her eyes and concentrating.

Necromancy was not an easy skill, and pulling a soul back from their eternal resting place was an even harder feat.

But, as she had done so many times before, Darkswirl found Click's soul and forcefully dragged it back into his body, where he gasped for air suddenly when he came back to life.

Content that her pet was safe, Darkswirl murred happily and snuggled into him before falling asleep with a smile on her face.

Click simply whimpered in fear.

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.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please keep in mind that I would never do anything like this in real life.  The thought of actually hurting something is too much for me, but for some reason fictional role play like this is just extremely hot.