For Switch the changeling, life in Ponyville was eons away from life with the Swarm. What surprised him most, however, was that many of the changes he’d had to make were little different than any stallion would need, going from bachelor to someone deep in a loving relationship: a fact that warmed his little black heart. He had gone from an empty little cave to a warm bed acting as the big spoon to someone pouring their heart out for him. He no longer made impulse buys at the grocery stores, but now had to balance a budget with somepony else. His life now had to account for the dozens of small creatures his marefriend brought in for housing, and while that little quirk meant more than one argument about whether or not they actually had room for a Kodiak bear with a severe case of the flu, it still warmed him to know that few of those arguments had ended with him sleeping on the couch.
Of course, not every change had been so easy to adjust to, or expect. There was still more than one pony who shuttered their windows when he walked past, and the collar that marked him as a changeling even when he transformed felt too much like a pet’s collar at times, which was all well and good when he wanted to get kinky in the bedroom with his mare, but when he was just picking up some extra turnips for her pets’ salads? Not so much.
On top of that, working for Princess Celestia had sounded like a walk in the park at first: investigate some weird reports of magic fluctuations out in the woods, or follow Twilight around as she researched some thing or another and make sure she didn’t stumble into a manticore den out in the woods. Sounded easy enough, until said research awakened an undead demigod from the dawn of time or involved fending off an evil centaur with the ability to literally eat Equestrian magic and render the entire nation helpless, and then he felt he couldn’t be blamed for pining for the good old days where he was just asked to knock over a bank or get some dirt on a pony politician. At least those jobs didn’t have a tendency for accidentally stumbling over an ancient artifact some long-tailed douchebag wanted to use to turn the world into an endless desert beaten by an unrelenting sun.
And still, he was willing to put up with it all if it meant waking up with his muzzle buried in that rose-colored mane.
Fluttershy. That fine, petite frame, those gorgeous blue eyes that held him transfixed by their beauty even while they scared the piss out of cockatrices, those beautiful rosette curls he had spent days burying his face in.
And dat flank. Hawt.
This was what filled his mind as he trotted through downtown Ponyville, ignoring the occasional stare until he linked up with his longtime partner and best friend. “Bait, m’man!” He shouted, galloping up to the smaller changeling.
“Switch!” Bait chuckled, offering up a hoof for a good ol’ bro-hoofing. “What’s up?”
“Not much, not much, just keeping myself busy while Flutters does her thing with AJ,” Switch replied. “I was hopin’ to gather up something to throw together a lunch for her while I’m out.”
“Oh, you didn’t hear?” Bait looked to his friend, concern clouding his features. “Twi just put out an APB for everypony, me and Pinks were just heading out there ourselves.”
“Say what?” Switch asked as Pinkie materialized at their side, a couple heavy sacks in her grip.
“Hiya, Switchy!” She sang, bouncing along with her prize before dropping it on Bait’s back. “Here y’are, Baity! I got everything!”
“Oof!” He grunted under the weight of the sacks Pinkie had practically been dancing with not two seconds before. “Thanks, babe.”
“Pinks, what’s this about Twilight pulling everyone to the farm?” Switch said, his voice squeaking with the barest hint of fear. “Is Flutters alright?”
“I’m sure she’s fine!” She giggled with a wave of her hoof, though Switch still caught the tiny hint of uncertainty in her voice. “Odds are the vampire fruit bats are just turning into a bigger problem than everypony thought, and Twi’s just freaking out and pulling out all the stops!”
“Uh-huh,” Switch grunted, eyeing Bait. In an instant, the larger changeling’s hoof lashed out, whipping into one of the sacks on Bait’s back and returning with a beaker that bubbled and sizzled in his hoof. “And I’m sure this here acid grenade is just for dealing with parasprites, right?”
“Give that back, you overly-panicked jackass!” Bait scoffed, swiping the beaker back. “And I’ll have you know I’m just bringin’ this to hedge our bets. These are the same ponies who turned a nice stroll through the woods into a battle with a cockatrice, remember. I’d rather have everything we need when we need it than get to the farm and find out the Flim-Flam twins are back with a giant princess-punching robot or some shit.”
“Alright,” Switch sighed. “For once, I’m glad you host near-crazy levels of paranoia.”
“Just be glad he didn’t bring the tinfoil helmet this time,” Pinkie giggled.
“Hey, you never know when we’ll have to guard our thoughts against alien infiltrators!” Bait cried defensively as he shouldered his pack and trotted alongside his friends, heading down the path towards Sweet Apple Acres.
In a moment, the plain trees lining the path from the Whitetail Woods gave way to the plentiful and lush apple trees of Sweet Apple Acres, most of which still bore fruit, Switch was happy to find. It seemed as though Fluttershy’s stare had worked. But if that were the case, why was Twilight rallying everyone to--
His thoughts came to a screeching halt. Old instincts lit up, telling him he was being hunted. His spine straightened, and he turned towards the deeper parts of the orchard: the parts shrouded in darkness. A chill went up his spine which he forced back down. His ears stood up. Something deep inside him, battle-hardened and honed by years in the field under Chrysalis’s command, screamed that he was being hunted, and that this hunter was to be feared.
For a moment, he thought he saw a pair of red, hateful eyes, perched above a mouth filled with fangs sharper than his own, but the moment passed too quickly to be sure. He turned, seeing Bait mirroring his battle-ready stance and narrowed glare aimed at the orchards.
“You felt that too, huh?” Switch hissed out the corner of his mouth.
Bait nodded. “Think it’s what Twi called us over for?”
“Oh yeah,” Switch snorted.
Bait nodded again. “Pinkie, get behind us.”
“Ummm, you’re kidding, right?” Both turned, and their jaws dropped in awe at the pink pony balancing on her hind hooves, a double-barreled twelve-gauge pump-action party cannon in her hooves, ready to unleash an unstoppable amount of party-starting power upon any unsuspecting predators in the woods. She smiled at them, beaming around the noisemaker sticking out from between her teeth like a cigar. “What, just because you two spotted it, you think you get dibs?”
“Sweet chitin above, I love you,” Bait said, diving to the ground to hug one of her hindlegs.
“You know it, sweetums,” she giggled, resting the cannon on her shoulder as she sank back to all fours for a quick hug and a nuzzle.
“You don’t think that thing found Fluttershy, do you?” Switch asked. His instincts kept him guarded, though they now told him they were being left alone, allowing him the freedom to look around the woods while biting his lip and prancing about on his hooves, looking like a colt about to walk through the front door of the haunted house he’d just been dared to spend the night in.
“Flutters can take care of herself, Switchy!” Pinkie replied with a reassuring smile and a pat to his muscular shoulder. “You know that better than anypony!”
“Don’t even bother, babe,” Bait sighed. “Switch and his worry are worse than me and my theory that the Cow Empire is being secretly controlled by Martians: you can tell ‘em to not think about it all you want, but at the end of the day, there’s always gonna be that niggling little thought that brings ‘em right around to the same place, no matter how hard we try.”
“He’s right,” Switch sighed as the trio resumed their walk, though a smile cracked his fangs. “At least my obsession doesn’t result in me turning the Hive Cafeteria into a fortified compound filled with Pone Alone-styled traps.”
Pinkie gaped at her coltfriend. “Baity!?”
“For one thing, that movie is a classic and not to be slandered in my presence,” Bait grumbled. “And for another thing, one time! It was the one time!”
Giggling, Pinkie planted a kiss on his cheek. “You’ll have to show me some of those sometime, I bet you could beat the pants off of MaColty Culkin anytime.”
“One time! And also, I’d make Culkin my little bitch.”
Despite the lightness of the conversation, the changelings’ eyes never stopped swiveling around, wildly scanning the woods around them, raggedy ears swiveling with every snapping branch and rustle of leaves. Bait found his body inevitably drawing closer to Pinkie’s, much to her warm delight. The trio only found rest when they emerged on the other side of the woods, unharmed and blinking in the fading daylight.
“Pinkie! Bait! Switch!” Twilight’s voice rolled down to them from Applejack’s barn as the princess herself emerged and started towards them.
The three broke out into a gallop, speeding towards the freshly-crowned princess. “Twilight!” Pinkie sang. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much, umm...” Twilight bit her lip, her eyes darting to the side. “Listen, did you guys have any trouble getting here?”
In a flash, the trio knew something was up, and by the way she was avoiding their gazes, that Twilight had had a part in it. “Twilight, what didja do?” Switch grumbled. “And where is my marefriend? She’s probably terrified right now, if she saw even a hint of whatever that was we ran into out there.”
Twilight bit her lip and her gaze drifted even further to the side. “Yeah, about that…”
Switch blinked, then his eyes narrowed. “Twi, what didja do to mah Flutters?”
Twilight bit her lip, avoiding his narrowing gaze. “The theory was sound,” she whispered. “Her Stare was, in fact, enough to change the Vampire Fruit Bats’ urges and redirect their desire for draining fruit.”
“That’s nice,” Switch said, flashing a smile with far more fangs than necessary. “Now, why isn’t Fluttershy here to tell me that?”
“Because there might have been some…feedback,” Twilight replied. As she spoke, something rustled through the branches of the trees around them. Switch whirled on his hooves, legs raised to defend himself as a flash of yellow and pink shot from one tree to the next. Blinking in surprise, he took one or two tentative steps towards the grove of trees, and his night vision finally caught the folded-up form dangling from one of the branches. As someone who owned a pet bat or twelve, he recognized the form immediately.
“A…thestral?” He asked, stepping even closer. “Hey! Hey, buddy, you in Luna’s guard!? Did Twi call for you!?”
“Switch, wait!” Twilight called.
He paused in his step, keeping his eyes on the large bundle. A purple spotlight materialized over the bundle, and he saw what looked like Fluttershy going all-out for Halloween: thin, membranous wings, long pointed ears, and a shock of pink mane that only looked a little bit more ragged than the one he’d spent the last few months burying his muzzle in.
“Fluttershy!?” He gasped.
In a flash, the wings burst open, revealing his marefriend. Or, at least, a thing colored like his marefriend. But gone were the deep, gorgeous blue eyes, replaced with bestial red orbs. Gone were the fluffy, yellow feathers, replaced now with membrane. And gone were the flat pony teeth, replaced with fangs that looked like they could slice through his chitin with ease.
The Flutterbat hissed before she pulled herself up into the tree, swooping away.
Being accustomed to a lot of weird shit during his months in Ponyville, Switch’s brain froze, crashed, performed a Ctrl+Alt+Del, and restarted in just the span of a few minutes. When he finally turned to his lavender friend, he had a long frown pasted onto his muzzle. “Twi, you’re lucky I made a promise to my old stallion years ago not to raise my hoof against a mare that wasn’t an immediate threat to myself or those around me,” he hissed. “Now, please explain to me what the hell you did to my marefriend and how you hope to fix it.”
“I-I think there might have been some feedback when she was trying to overwrite the vampire bats’ instincts, and instead of just destroying those old instincts, they wound up…being transferred…into her,” she said, smiling sheepishly while a bead of sweat traced down from her hairline.
Switch’s frown deepened even further.
“I can fix this! I promise! I can reverse everything and get Fluttershy back!” She insisted, holding up her hooves defensively. “We just need to catch her again, and I can transfer all those instincts back into the fruit bats!”
“Twilight,” he growled dangerously, fangs baring. “I thought I told you how I felt about you involving Fluttershy in your little experiments.”
“Now, dontcha go blamin’ Twi!” A new voice interrupted. Switch whirled in place to find the apple farmer herself trotting towards him, a glare set in her eyes. She strode up to the massive changeling and met him eye-to-eye. Despite him being a good six inches taller, the bulk of farm-built muscle on her frame was more than enough to force him back a couple hoofsteps. “Flutters just wanted t’find a better way t’save my farm from those pests, seein’ to it that I usually just cage the things up through most of the harvest. Twi offered a solution that would’ve helped everypony, an’ she immediately said she wanted t’help, s’all.”
Switch snorted, trying his hardest to not let off how hard she’d knocked him off-balance. “Alright, fair enough,” he grumbled. “Sorry, guys.”
“Y’should be, posin’ like that in front a’ Twilight,” Applejack spat, backing off with a mean glare still set in her emerald eyes.
“So, my marefriend’s a bat-pony now,” Switch grumbled, turning to glare into the woods.
After a few minutes, Bait broke in to snap the tension, like a hammer against a piano wire strung too tautly: “Actually sounds pretty hot.”
Switch whirled on him, that glare now focused on the smaller changeling.
“Whaaaat!? I’m just saying what you’re thinking! Sharp fangs, beady animalesque eyes, looking over you…”
In a flash, Switch went from an angry pile of armor to a black bowl of chitin-flavored Jell-O. He bit his lip. “Dude, now’s not the time…”
Bait just grinned as he leaned in close to his now-shaking, visibly sweating companion, a smile on his black lips. “Dominating you~”
“Both of you perverts cut it out right now!” Twilight barked, earning a bashful look from both changelings, like a couple colts caught with their hooves in the cookie jar. They looked back at her as she bit her lip until the heat on her face abated. “Now, why don’t we go over how we’re going to catch her so we can get her changed back to normal?”
“Yes’m,” both stallions said, trotting after her as she setup her projector.
Switch was absolutely not scared.
Sure, in hindsight, volunteering to go off on his own so they could cover more ground, instead of allowing himself to be grouped in a trio, might not have been such a smart idea. But hey, this was his Flutters at risk! Besides, he was the most capable out of anypony in the whole group in a one-on-one fight, despite what Dash might say, so who better to be the odd one out? Of course, he would say that he seriously underestimated the creepiness of the aging orchard at night. Especially with the moon and every little breeze turning the branches of the trees into leering faces, laughing at his efforts to save his marefriend, and every light zephyr making the rustle of the leaves sound like the tittering laughter of something that would love to chomp the meat off his body and suck the marrow from his bones. Yes, he would admit to that. But scared? No!
And that was definitely not urine dripping down his hind leg.
“Flutters!?” He called again, increasing the intensity of the light on his horn.
This was not good. No matter how much magic he poured into his spell, the circle of green light around him never seemed to get any bigger; just a little brighter, and the contrast with the trees and leaves around him in his night vision made the dark, racing shapes in the night appear taller, broader, and filled with far more changeling-eating teeth. And still, his panic would not allow him to halt the flow of magic into his horn, which drained his love reserves all the faster. He’d need to feed within a few hours at the rate he was going, or risk slipping into an exhaustion-induced coma.
Still shivering, he forced just an extra dribble of magic into his horn. “Fluttershy!?” He repeated, and still nothing greeted him but the call of a far-off barn owl and the rustling of branches under a night breeze.
His breathing grew heavier, but he still wasn't scared, nuh-uh, no sir. Flutters was depending on him not being scared, and she was the last pony in the world he'd ever let down. Therefore, he wasn't scared. He was just fine. He was a strong soldier, one-half of the finest team of Infiltrators ever seen. A stallion that had taken on the entirety of the mutinous Praetorian Guard for the sake of the mare he now sought.
He got his ass whooped hard, but still, he held his own.
Surely, he was a stallion with nothing to fear! A stallion's stallion! A stallion who was mere minutes away from finding his mare, changing her back, and striding off into the sunset with her in his grip! Preferably while she was wearing something fetching. Like that tiny green set of panties she knew he liked. Or maybe those gummy panties they'd tried out around his birthday...oh man, the best part of those had been the butter filling--
A twig snapped to his left. With a frightened squeak, he turned towards it, barely catching the tip of a pink tail. “Fluttershy!” He gasped again.
Now something scraped to his left. He whirled, trying to pour even more magic into his horn, trying to glean something from the encroaching darkness. “F-Fluttershy?”
Nothing but rustling and scraping surrounded him, the trees whipped up into a cacophony of whispering branches. Was that the moon peeking through a few branches? Or a set of predatory eyes glaring down at him? Had that been a flying squirrel shooting by so fast it blurred between trees? Or something bigger?
He cast his magic out, his already-exhausted reserves screaming at him, but still nothing came to his eye. Maybe it was all in his head? Maybe it was nothing and he was scaring himself?
Something dribbled into the small of his back.
Maybe she's following the oldest horror movie trope of them all, he whimpered to himself.
His gaze wandered upwards, slowly drinking in that lithe and familiar body, now covered in dirt and panting as it glared at him. Two red eyes glowed in the dark. Another line of spittle dropped from her fangs and landed on his muzzle while a low hiss filtered down to his ears.
“Oh my sweetest, dearest...” he started before she was upon him.
Switch raised his hooves defensively, but she was too fast. She'd angled her wings downward, swooping into him with a speed that would have impressed Rainbow Dash. Knocked off-balance, he only managed to bring his hooves up again on instinct. He started to lash out, but dropped his guard at the last instant. He couldn't strike out here, this was Fluttershy! He couldn't hurt Fluttershy! In that moment of hesitation, she closed in beneath his legs. Before he even knew what was happening, her jaw had opened and clamped down around his neck, her fangs forming a perfect vice that locked just above his collar.
She knew right where to hit me, some part of him gasped as he collapsed, the Flutterbat clinging to his neck. And of course she had. This thing would have all his marefriend's memories, and after months of living together she'd know exactly where he liked to keep the collar on his neck, even in the dark. Oh sweet chitin...
That was it. She literally had him by the throat. One chomp, and it'd be over. Well, he'd lived a good life. Even got some poontang near the end there. That was nothing to be ashamed of. He closed his eyes, ready to embrace the release of death and...
Was she humping him!?
In his self-absorbed reverie, he hadn't noticed the Flutterbat's hostile hisses slowly morph into erotic little coos, or the way her tongue now licked over his exposed neck. Of course, all this was hard to ignore once her hoof reached down and started massaging his balls in the way she knew drove him crazy.
“Holy sweetest Chitin,” he repeated. “Umm...Flutters?”
No response, just more of those coos and playful licks.
Switch's brain started shutting down as quick spikes of pleasure assaulted his thoughts, overriding them with his own libido. The mare on top of him, her flanks pressing against his waist, those bestial, animal-like eyes filled with lust, her mane glistening in the moonlight. His hips started to pump unconsciously with the motion of her hoof. “Flutters,” he gasped in a last, desperate stand for his own dignity. “We have to...”
“HISSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”
“Carry on!” He squeaked. To both his chagrin and his neverending gratitude, she obeyed.
“Well, I got nothin’,” Rainbow sighed, turning to the four other mares and the lone stallion gathered with her. “I probably shot through every line of trees AJ’s got, and I couldn’t find her.”
“An’ I went over every place Rainbow searched with a fine-toothed comb,” Applejack added. “We checked every li’l corner in our part of th’ orchard, an’ all we got to show for it is some more apples she sucked dry.”
“Same here,” Twilight said, holding up a tiny, pink hair in her magic.
“We cast our horns’ light into every little corner, and we still came up empty,” Rarity lamented, keeping a cold compress to her forehead. “Though I likely didn’t do as well in that department as Twilight here, I suppose I’m just not used to sustaining that kind of magic for very long.”
“You did fine, Rarity: if Flutters had been in our part of the orchard, we would’ve found her,” Twilight sighed. She turned to the last group to report in: Pinkie and Bait, and immediately noted the unkempt hairs sticking up from her usual frizz of mane combined with the smug satisfaction practically radiating from the changeling. Her eyes narrowed. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but did you two take a break from snogging long enough to peek behind a tree or something in your part?”
“Hey!” Bait shouted defensively, raising a hoof at her. “We poked around every corner of our sector just fine!”
“Uh-huh!” Pinkie added with a massive smile, her eyes glittering in the moonlight as she nuzzled against his neck. “We poked around in the hayloft, on AJ’s couch, in half a dozen hay stacks, at least one time almost in front of Granny Smith, which was really weird…”
“PINKIEEEEEEE!” Twilight shouted.
“Great, now I’m gonna hafta hose down the hayloft when this is all over, too,” Applejack grumbled. “And prolly burn that couch.”
Rarity swooned on her hooves, falling back dramatically to cover up the musk of arousal rising up from her nether regions.
“Dude, do you do cardio? How do you keep that kinda stamina up?” Rainbow asked as Bait tried his very best to disappear behind his hooves.
“Regardless!” Twilight screeched, her wings fanning out in frustration. “The only one who hasn’t reported back on their section yet is the one who had the best bet at drawing her out!”
Bait bit his lip, looking around. “He really should have made it back by now. I know how he operates. He can be really efficient when he wants to be: he should have been the first one back, and he should’ve been standing here, ready and waiting to reorganize and go out again when we got here.”
“You don’t suppose she got to him first, do ya?” Pinkie whispered.
“B-Bait’s a big stallion,” Twilight added. “She couldn’t have possibly overpowered him, could she?”
“Fluttershy wouldn’t have been capable of fighting him,” Rainbow Dash replied. “Flutterbat, though…she’s not terribly fast, but she’s agile. And stealthy. She could’ve got the drop on him pretty easy.”
“Why th’hay didn’t we think about this when we let ‘im go off alone!?” Applejack lamented, standing away from the small group and gazing out into the forest.
“As if we could have stopped him,” Rarity sighed, still fanning herself. “I saw the look in his eye, and you all did too. He was going out there, and he was certain we all would have gotten in his way.”
“So now we got two of us MIA,” Bait sighed, looking out over the tiny section of shrubbery he’d watched his friend trot off through not a few hours before. “Great. Well, at least we know which part of the orchard Flutterbat got off to.”
“We’ll stick together this time,” Twilight said, standing to glare into the wilderness, the wheels turning almost visibly in her head. “It’ll be slower, but if she’s pinned down Switch, I think it’d be easy to say she could pin down any two of us together. Bait and I will use our magic to light things up in the front. Rarity will light the back. Pinkie can keep her cannon out to guard our flanks, Dash will be on lightning recon, and AJ will have to navigate for…”
Just then, the bushes she was glaring at rustled. Two unicorn and one changeling horn ignited with magic, focusing light on the bushes. A second later, the muzzle of a party cannon joined their focus, along with the hot glares of the remaining two mares, who lowered themselves, prepared to spring at whatever appeared before them. Finally, the bushes parted, and Switch stepped out.
“Dude!” Bait cried happily.
“Yay! You weren’t sucked of all your blood and implanted with a controlling urge from a dark god to augment Flutter’s legion of the undead and transform as many mares and stallions as possible into scantily-clad drones bent on taking over Equestria through sex and bondage!” Pinkie cheered.
“Dude, what?” Rainbow asked.
“Switch! For Celestia’s sake!” Twilight gasped, galloping up to the larger changeling. “We were about to organize a search party for you! What happened?”
He looked down into her eyes with a long, vacant stare. He wobbled slightly on his hooves. Behind him, Pinkie materialized with a stake in hoof, slowly creeping up, ready to end the undead plague, but Twilight quickly waved her off.
“I found ‘er.” Switch mumbled.
Twilight blinked. “What was that!?”
“Found ‘er.” He repeated.
Twilight blinked once more, then twice, then a smile broke out across her muzzle. “That’s fantastic! Where is she!?”
He pointed a quivering, waving hoof back into the woods, then raised it to his lips. “Shhhhhhhhh,” he whispered. “Sleepin’.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you…are you okay?”
“Had to…to help ‘er sleep,” he said. “Had to. Couldn’t stop. No rest at all. Fifty times.”
“Fifty times?”
“Fifty times.” He nodded in affirmation. “No rest, but did it. Fifty times.”
By now, the rest of the group had gathered around him, all watching the big changeling’s wide, shellshocked eyes. If any of the ponies had ever seen it, they might have compared the look on his face to the utter shock and horror found walking off some of the ancient battlefields in Equestria’s turbulent, pre-princess days. This was the face of a stallion that had seen some shit, and was now just doing his best to process it.
“Oh-kay, then,” Twilight said, turning to her friends. “Everypony, follow me. We don’t know how long she’ll be…asleep…but let’s make this quick, except for Pinkie and Bait. You two know him better than anypony else, stay here and try to figure out what she did to him.”
“Got it,” Bait said, sidling up to his friend. Pinkie took Switch’s other side while the remaining ponies filtered into the brush. “Hey, Switch? Equestria to Switch? You in there?”
Switch just kept staring into the distance, eyes wide as if Cthulhu himself were devouring a mountain somewhere far off.
“Chitin, Chrysalis, and the Seven Seers above, dude,” Bait sighed. “What the hell did she do to you!?”
“Baity?” Pinkie spoke up. “Doesn’t he smell…familiar?”
Bait looked at her, then inhaled deeply. The stench wafting from his friend flooded his nostrils and nearly knocked him back on his flank. “Fear,” he gasped, his emotional senses snapping on as if a switch had been pulled. “I smell fear, but there’s something…under that…”
Thinking fast, he circled around Switch, then wafted a hoof, getting some of the scent from under Switch’s barrel. “Fear, and…” he sniffed, gasped, choked, and turned away, gagging. When he straightened up, he circled back around and glared into his friend’s face. All at once, he could make out the self-satisfied contentment in those wide, shocked eyes.
“Semen.” He finally announced, his muzzle wrinkling in disgust.
“Oh!” Pinkie giggled. “Well, he did say he had to put her to sleep, what better way?”
“Fifty times,” Switch mumbled, and this time the ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“Shit’s above, dude,” Bait coughed in disgust. “This is maybe one step above bestiality! Are you freaking proud of yourself!?”
Switch’s long, haunted gaze slowly rolled down to the equines standing in front of him. The grin widened.
“Yep.”