The Only Chapter
Drip… Drip… Drip… Drip…
“Argh!” Rarity lashed out in a rather unladylike manner, whipping around to face the general direction the noise was coming from. In the dark, however, it was no surprise that she couldn’t find the source of the irritating sound.
Not only that, but she was too scared to move from her spot, lest she get any more icky green goo on her fur. She had been there, in that spot, for… a few hours, maybe? It was really hard to tell, especially since she had no idea how long she’d been asleep.
Those… barbaric, uncivilized changelings! She had just been minding her own business, on a simple stroll outside of Ponyville looking for more gems for a new outfit, when she thought she saw Spike approaching from behind.
“Why, hello there, dear!” she’d greeted him, thinking nothing of his unexpected appearance. It wasn’t unlike him to follow her places uninvited, though not always unwelcome. He always was such a gentledrake.
“I was just digging up some gems. I’m almost done here, but if you’d like you can come back to the boutique with me and we can-”
That’s all she could honestly remember. But she knew now that it was changelings. Those green eyes of who she thought was her little Spikey-Wikey should’ve given it away… if only his own weren’t so close in hue.
Oh, well. It was too late now. She was a captive against her will, and she’d have to simply wait to be rescued. Unfortunate, but it would be a bit more bearable if she could just FIND THAT BLASTED DRIPPING—
She stopped. She brought a hoof to her forehead, then brought it down and looked at it. The luminescent green goo was on her hoof, and she could feel it running down her face.
Out of sheer, morbid curiosity, she looked up.
She caught a glimpse of something directly above her just before another large gob of slime came down on her, completely covering her eyes and getting all over her horn and mane.
“E-Uuugh! You sick, disgusting—whatever you are!” Rarity wiped a foreleg across her eyes, realizing too late that she was smearing it on more of her perfect, pristine white coat. Oh, well. At least she could see, now. Somewhat.
She blinked, making sure that it was all out of her eyes. Just as she did so, a large, black figure dropped from above and landed just in front of her, causing her to shriek and jump backwards into a pile of more of the strange goo.
“You ruffian! Don’t you know never to scare a lady like that!?” She looked around her, seeing the mound of glowing green she’d just landed in. It was warm, and felt kind of like jello. It even looked like it had little dark, unappetizing chunks of fruit evenly dispersed throughout.
She looked back up. The silhouetted figure was approaching her, and she could see now that it was drooling the lustrous goo from its maw while staring at her with those large, blue trademark eyes.
Just as she suspected.
“Stay back!” she warned. “I’ve taken on a whole horde of you before! You won’t even be a challenge, even if you are slightly… bigger.”
The changeling stopped for a second at her words, as if considering them for a moment. Then, it just continued towards her, unfazed and actually moving a bit faster this time.
This was slightly intimidating to Rarity. Nevertheless, she began to charge her horn. “I warned you!”
A blue glow illuminated the room as she began to work a spell. As she began to cast it, however, she could feel that something was quite off.
“Wh-What’s going on?!” Again, Rarity repeated the spell, only for it to start up and then die off, as if the magic were being hindered by something. Just as she was going for a third try, she saw the changeling leap forward.
It landed, a hoof on each side of her and standing over her menacingly. She cowered down, unable to use her magic, and suddenly she felt a warm, soggy sensation envelop her horn. She let out a loud moan as the changeling’s lips slid down her fluted length, its tongue writhing madly around the curves and grooves.
The changeling removed itself with an audible slurp, standing over her with a Cheshire grin. Rarity felt heat coming to her cheeks.
“H-How dare you violate me like this, you- you twisted pervert!” In her blind anger, Rarity attempted to strike the changeling with a hoof.
It caught it in its mouth, and began to suck on that as well.
“Eww!” She quickly pulled her hoof back in disgust. It was now covered in green goop as well, and upon closer inspection, she realized that it wasn’t all that different from…
…what she was sitting in…
Before Rarity could react, the drooling behemoth pinned all her limbs to her sides using its own, leaving her helpless and exposing a rather sensitive part of her anatomy. Hanging from the changeling’s crotch and just above her private area was a long, thick rod. She whimpered and squirmed, suddenly very, very afraid. In a vain, last-ditch effort, she tried to charge her horn again, only to find that it was completely nonfunctional, as if somepony had placed a magic inhibitor on it.
What was going on?! Was it the slime?
When she looked again, she saw that the changeling had buried his head in the pile of goop next to her. Unfortunately, this didn’t at all alleviate the pressure that he was using to pin her down. After a few seconds, he rose from the jello mound, holding in his mouth what looked like a giant worm.
The sight of it horrified Rarity. It had to be a quarter of the length of one her forelimbs, and it was rather fat. It writhed and squirmed wildly, just as she now did.
“No! Please, don’t do this!” she shouted, new and even more terrifying thoughts flooding her mind as she glanced down towards her exposed pussy. “Please! I’ll do anything! I beg of you! No no no no-”
Her wailing ceased abruptly when the worm was shoved into her mouth. She felt the thing inside of her orifice, its slippery, moist skin touching her teeth, cheek, tongue... her cheeks bulged out from the thing’s thrashing, and the mere size of it! She was surprised the whole thing fit in her mouth, really. She felt it begin to move toward the back of her throat, and she could only lie there in abject horror as it slipped down her esophagus and into her stomach.
She could feel it inside of her, squirming, writhing, wiggling…
Rarity let loose a bloodcurdling scream.
“What have you done to me?!” she demanded. The feeling of that little monster inside of her, tickling her insides with its fat, slimy body... it made her want to throw up. “I’ll have you know that as soon as my friends know I’m gone, they’ll come looking for me! OH, and THEN you’ll be sorry—”
Rarity needed to learn not to open her mouth. The changeling immediately locked lips with her, and let loose a torrent of goo from his mouth to flood hers. It all flew down her throat in a rush, and despite her best efforts, there was nothing she could do to stop it.
After a few moments he was done, and he finally stepped off of her, leaving her to gag and splutter miserably. His wings buzzed, and he flew up, high above where the light of the luminescent slime would not reach, leaving her alone in the dark once more.
Rarity was miserable. She jumped to her hooves and spit out the remaining changeling drool that she hadn’t been forced to swallow. She felt immensely full, and she could still feel that little devil inside of her. It gave her butterflies every time it touched the wall of her stomach. She placed a hoof on her belly and looked down, fearing the worst.
It actually wasn’t all that bad. She merely looked as if she had eaten a full meal. She was still the slender mare she had worked hard to be, and except for the occasional bump that would form from the ‘kicking’ of the worm, she looked perfectly fine.
Rarity’s thoughts began to drift back to the goo. She couldn’t get her mind off of it, and not even because of how disgusting it was. Strangely, it really did remind her of jello. It was sweet, warm, and left behind a pleasant tingling sensation in her mouth, throat, and belly. In fact, if it weren’t for the suspicion that what she had been lying in for the past few minutes came from a changeling’s icky mouth, she would be quite open to trying more—.
She slapped herself. What was she thinking?! She couldn’t eat this… this… whatever the Tartarus it was! It could be dangerous. And if that wasn’t enough, eating slime was just… uncouth. Yes, very, very uncouth.
She began to think about the worm, instead. She wanted it out of her. It kept kicking her insides, and she knew for a fact that it had gone further down her digestive tract. The way it moved inside her constantly was somehow making her feel hungry, despite how absolutely bloated she was, but she refused to continue that train of thought.
Suddenly, inside, Rarity felt a small pricking sensation where the worm was. Her first thought: it was biting her.
It’s biting her.
IT’S BITING ME!
She quickly stuck her hoof in her mouth, trying to trigger her gag reflex. Why she hadn’t done this before, she didn’t know, but—
Oh… The slime was still all over her hoof… and she’d just stuck it in her mouth.
Just as she remembered, it tasted rather sweet. It seemed to melt and stick to her tongue whenever she licked it, and although her mind was screaming at her to pull her hoof away, she just couldn’t resist…
Pretty soon, to Rarity’s slight horror and disappointment, the slime was gone from her hoof. She pulled it from her mouth, and set it on the ground.
The clack of her hoof resonated throughout the room.
...She needed more.
She was hungry, desperately hungry, and she absolutely craved the slime.
She nearly dove headfirst into the pile that she’d accidentally fallen into earlier. She began scooping globs of the green jello onto her hooves and sticking them in her mouth, savoring the sweetness and the guilty pleasure she got from eating this forbidden candy. It soon came to the point to where she stopped trying to savor it and instead stuffed as much of it as she could into her mouth before quickly swallowing and diving in for more.
This was just absolutely divine.
While she was going for two hooves full of goo, she suddenly stopped. The ‘fruit chunks’ she’d seen earlier, she realized, were actually more of those worms, and that she’d accidentally scooped one up in her current serving of goo. She stared at it for a moment, recalling its sibling.
She remembered the way it slipped down her throat, the fluttering pleasure she felt every time it kicked her.
The first one seemed to have calmed down a bit by now. It now simply sat inside of her, resting like a small foal. Oddly, the thought warmed Rarity’s heart. It was likely just a changeling foal—or larvae, whatever you would call it. Either way, it needed somepony to take care of it, to harbor it and nurse it until it was strong enough to stand on its own.
That caretaker, she knew, would be her.
She stuck the helping of goo with the worm inside of it into her mouth. At once it began to wriggle about, just like the first had. She smiled and promptly swallowed, shuddering relentlessly at the feeling of it slipping down, down, deeper and deeper within her until it reached her core. She placed a hoof on her now swollen belly, watching the ripples across her skin and feeling them on the inside and out.
The irresistible urge to continue eating returned, and this time, she didn’t hesitate to gulp down more worms along with her generous helpings of the sweet, cool slime. Her hunger only seemed to grow with every passing minute, along with the overstretched skin on her belly.
Rarity decided that enough was enough when she began to truly notice the pain she was receiving from her stuffed midsection. It wasn’t made to carry this much in such a short amount of time. The area around her popped navel had turned a vibrant pink, and she looked like a nine-month-pregnant mare; two more months, and she would be giving birth to new bouncing baby ponies.
All the worms she had taken in moved about energetically in the cramped space of her belly. Every time one rubbed against the inside of her taut skin it brought about a blissful sensation, as if within her they were attempting to repay her for her kindness by relieving the pain.
“Thank you, my darlings,” she said, rubbing her belly softly. She felt a kick move her hoof, and began to giggle at the thought of one of the larvae giving her a hoofbump.She went to lie down, searching for a comfortable position before settling on sleeping on her side. Almost as soon as she closed her eyes, she felt herself drift off into sleep, snoring lightly and rather tired from the events of the past hour.
It was a mere few minutes before Rarity re-awoke, yawning and blinking her eyes. She began to sit up, struggling a little at first due to her wide girth, and immediately, she could tell that something was different about her.
She looked down at her belly. It looked to be the same size as it was when she fell asleep. It still ached a bit, but that was to be expected.
What she realized, however, was that it wasn’t the size of her orb that was different, but rather the position. The whole thing, it seemed, had shifted downward in her sleep, more towards her vagina. And while she couldn’t see it, she could feel her now-swollen teats pressed up against the underside of her belly and inside of her thighs.
She could feel a warm fluid dripping out from the puffy nubs.
She was lactating. She really was a mother!
Suddenly, Rarity’s breath caught . There was a faint green light in the cavern, and it was originating from the lower part of her belly. It began to grow in intensity, becoming brighter and brighter until it completely illuminated her like some glow-in-the-dark ball.
Eerily, she could see the silhouettes of all of her babies against the ghoulish glow. One in particular, though… the one closest to her birth canal was where the light was originating from. And as she looked closer, she thought she could see—
At once, violent shudders wracked her body as waves of pleasure ran up and down her spine. Rarity threw her head back and screamed as fluid rushed from her marehood, her vaginal walls clenching down on something that wasn’t there.
Her mouth hung open and her tongue stuck out as she lay there on her side, panting and drooling. A few minutes passed before she decided that the position she was in was a bit uncultured, and so with some effort, she heaved herself up into a sitting position. She began to rub her belly, amused with the reactions of the changeling foals whenever she would poke one of them. However, her interest soon wandered back to the light.
A faint, but undying, green glow was emanating from inside of her. By now it had lessened a bit in intensity, but it was still enough to make the lower portion of her belly glow green. She squinted her eyes, attempting to search for the silhouette that was the source of the light. If she remembered correctly, it was quite different from the others. She couldn’t recall an exact shape, but she knew that something about it had stood out to her.
Suddenly, a loud grumbling made itself heard from inside of her. She began to wonder if she was hungry again, but then suddenly felt her skin being pulled even tighter than it had been before, if that was at all possible. She watched as her belly began rapidly growing; in a matter of seconds, it had surged outwards at least a few inches, her innie-turned-outie belly button noticeably becoming larger as well.
Rarity began to sweat at the tremendous heat accumulating in her core. The growing stopped, and she breathed out a sigh of relief. She rested a hoof on her enormous belly, just trying take it all in. Her diaphragm and bladder were both being squished at the same time, simultaneously giving her the urge to pee and making it harder for her to breathe. Not only that, but the worms inside of her seemed to have been disturbed by all the commotion, and once again they’d started their routine of writhing about and kicking her in every which way.
Rarity’s breath hitched as she suddenly felt another growling, much louder and more violent this time. The skin on the surface began to ripple and roil, and then suddenly it began to be stretched taut again by another growth spurt.
She clutched what she could of her huge girth as her stomach ached from the growing. The growling continued, making her skin vibrate from the tightness instead of ripple as it expanded, becoming wider and wider with every passing second.
Suddenly, the green light began to flash. In an instant, her whole belly was enveloped in a green aura. However, this time, it was different than what she’d experienced before. It was as if the magic were being directed solely on her skin, unlike before when it was merely visible from inside of her.
Rarity felt another growth spurt coming on, and braced herself for the pain to follow. This time, however, instead of the intense aching that she expected, a whole different sensation presented itself to her.
Pleasure. A rush of endorphins clouding the mind. It was better than anything she had ever felt, anything any stallion’s cock had given her, any award-winning outfit she’d designed. She fell back down on her side again, her mind abuzz and her senses overloaded. By now, she looked as if she had swallowed two whole beach balls, but was too lost in the sensations to care.
The larger she became, the more intense the pleasure was. Rarity’s hooves twitched, rapidly tapping against the width that was now pressing against all her limbs. Every breath was now a labor, and the wide sphere that was her belly pushed outward every time she took in a breath of air. She continued to stretch, warm fluids running down her legs and pooling beside her vagina. It was a long time, days in the eye of Rarity, but finally the growing in her belly stopped.
All was silent for a moment. She lay there in silence, her head in a fog, wondering if it was over and what would come next.
Suddenly, an intense cramping gripped at her stomach. Her skin, rather than being pushed outward, now tightened inward. She felt kicks, actual kicks from a hoof, and these were strong enough to send little waves over her great white orb and cause her belly to rock to and fro. Rarity did nothing—she couldn’t do anything; so she just waited there, anxiously, for whatever was to come of this.
She began to feel a pressure on her lower parts. That pressure began to gradually increase, and she noticed the majority of her lump migrating downwards toward her nethers.
“Ahh~! Oh Celestia, help me!”
A thought through the pain. A contraction! That’s what that was.
She was having a baby!
She screamed yet again, partially due to the excruciating aches and partially to excitement. Pain translated to bliss as the green light lit up again, although this time it focused more on her vagina. Love juice began to flow freely from her slit, making it a slippery, winking little hole ready for the birthing of her young.
She felt the horn first. It jabbed her on the inside, but quickly corrected itself to line up with the opening of her cervix. She felt it poke through, widening the little hole until it was all the way through. The grooves on the young foal’s horn rubbed against the inside of her vagina, causing her to shudder. She felt the tip stick out her outer lips, and at the same time felt the head of the changeling hit the inside of her cervix, stopping like a rock in a funnel.
A very, very large rock.
Another large contraction hit. It hurt, it hurt so, so much, and at the same time just felt oh-so-good! Rarity screamed again as the foal’s head pushed further and further, spreading her inside walls further apart until she felt it begin to pop through.
Through her closed eyelids, Rarity noticed a blinding light. She dared to open them, and found that the light was no longer inside of her, but outside.
Some relief washed through Rarity, but then she realized that whatever magic that was being used to replace the pain with pleasure was now outside of her. Panic swept through her as the euphoria began to lessen and the extreme cramps swept back in with a vengeance.
The foal inside of her was thrashing and kicking like mad at this point. Large bumps were quite visible on the outside of her belly, rocking her entire form to and fro. The kicks were surprisingly strong, stretching her like a balloon and leaving little red stretch marks everywhere a hoof landed. The foal was even larger than she had realized. Luckily, its head being stuck in her vagina limited its movement, but the constant thrashing still sloshed the contents of her stomach around and made her rather surprised that she hadn’t popped open yet.
Another strong contraction came. Rarity pushed, wanting to give birth to the enormous body inside of her. Slowly, ever so slowly, the foal continued to pass through. Its head was now on the outside, and she could hear its high pitched squeaks resonating around the room. It would be cute, if only its almost-as-large-as-her body wasn’t now beginning to poke through her cervix.
“Oh Celestia! How big is it?!” she cried, feeling it begin to work its way into her vagina. She was amazed at how much her marehood could stretch, fearing at that moment how loose she was going to be after this was all over. The changeling squirmed around inside of her, even when partially enclosed within her pussy. All Rarity could think was that the feeling… the sensation of a body nearly the size of a full-grown pony writhing around inside of her was somewhat akin to one of her vibrating ‘toys’ that she kept under her bed.
Except… how could she describe it? It was… It was…
“AHH~!” Rarity threw her head back as a tremendous orgasm hit her, blocking out the intense pain she was feeling for the moment. Sex juice dripped from around the edges of her stuffed cunt, providing a lubricant that would help, if only a little, in finally birthing her foal.
The changeling was now halfway out. The squeaks and clicking noises it made started to become more frequent, and its squirming more violent. Orgasm after orgasm in rapid succession was turning Rarity into a twitching, wet mess. Finally, after long last, the changeling pulled one of its holed appendages free from her tight canal.
Rarity felt this. Seeing that the end was in sight, she pushed as hard as she could, spreading her legs wide so as to open her pussy even wider. The changeling soon freed its other foreleg, and used these to crawl forth from its mother’s womb. With a grunt and one final push, the new life slipped out, immediately rising to a standing position to stretch out its new legs.
Rarity lay there, panting and gasping for breath, glad that it was finally over. Her belly, still about as large as a beach ball, gently moved up and down. She couldn’t help but whimper. It had taken years of maintaining a healthy diet and exercise to keep her slender shape, and now it had been taken away from her in just under an hour.
But that might’ve been the least of her worries.Suddenly, she heard the click-clack of hooves on hard floor, and turned to look at what she had just given birth to. A changeling, not yet full-grown but somewhere around the size of an adolescent pony, stood before her. It leaned forward, bringing itself inches from her face. For a moment, Rarity was afraid... until it began to nuzzle her.
It was just as one would expect a puppy to do; a bit rough, but affectionate nonetheless.
“Y-You’re… Actually rather cute, aren’t you…?”
Suddenly feeling an attachment to the young changeling, Rarity nuzzled it back. The two of them sat there for a moment, exchanging small displays of affection for one another.
Eventually, her newborn broke the embrace. It walked back a bit until it was next to Rarity’s bloated body. It looked back at her with pleading eyes. Rarity wondered what it might be asking, but she decided on nodding, giving it permission for whatever it might want to do. The changeling suddenly leaned down, behind the her distended belly and beyond her view. At first Rarity began to panic, as she thought that her child was doing the unspeakable to its own mother…
...but, as she felt its warm mouth envelop her nipple, she suddenly realized how sore her tits were. They were full and felt ready to pop, just as her belly had a little while ago. Feeling the pressure begin to release soothed her, and the feeling of the foal’s tongue flicking the tip of her sensitive teat and its fangs pressing against the sides was once again giving her very unladylike thoughts. She stuffed her hoof in her mouth to prevent her child from hearing her lewd moaning.
This changeling… her foal… What was she to name it? She wasn’t quite sure of its gender yet, so any names would have to be limited to gender-neutral ones. Did it even have a gender?
She examined it carefully, but couldn’t discern anything. Although she did notice its stubby tail wagging back and forth happily, which drew forth a smile from her. Perhaps not all changelings were evil. After all, they had given this precious gift to her...
Suddenly, she noticed a familiar green light emanating about the room.
Rarity looked south, suddenly anxious at what she might see.
As she had feared, her whole belly once again glowed with the strange magic. This time, however, instead of one focus, there were two points of origin within her.
Her jaw dropped. She was going to do this again?! And with two changelings at once, nonetheless?
Rarity’s mind brought her back to about an hour ago. Those little worm things had must have been larvae… and she’d eaten at least a dozen of them...
Rarity’s eyes rolled back into her head, and her tongue hung out of her mouth as electrifying, paralyzing bliss overtook her.