Hunt
The air was hot, heavy and all too quiet. Honeysuckle stood with her back to a tree, the reddish orange mare had a light golden mane and emerald green eyes, and right now her eyes darted as fast as they could, trying to track every and any movement in the darkness around her. There was a rustle somewhere nearby, Honeysuckle’s ears tried to track the source, nothing. That didn’t mean that there was nothing out there, after all she was being hunted. She put a hoof to her barrel, trying to calm her thudding heart, it seemed so loud that she was afraid her pursuer would hear it. Her hoof brushed the edge of her collar, the contact giving her a moment of calm, the moment didn’t last. Another rustle was heard, closer now, the hunter was closing in.
Honey was stuck with a choice, stay here and hide hopping she wouldn’t be caught, or run once again and hope she could continue to evade her pursuer. She was just starting to weigh each of her options, when the decision was made for her. Above her the branches of the tree she was hiding behind rustled, glancing up Honeysuckle caught only the briefest glimpse of a shadowy figure before she bolted. She didn’t know where she was going, nor did it really matter, she could hear her pursuer behind her giving chase, no longer caring about stealth, only catching his prey.
As an earth pony Honey had more stamina on land than any other pony tribe, but more was still not unlimited. She had lost track of how long she already had been running before now, and now, like a second hunter, the wear of the long chase was catching up to her. Her only hope was that she could out last her pursuer long enough to hide again, those hopes were dashed.
Something snagged her back legs, causing Honey to stumble head over hoof, causing her to roll several times until she landed on her back, she had a few scant seconds to clear the stars from her eyes, she could hear the hunter was almost on top of her, then it was. The pony like face, masked in shadows and darkness, was barely visible in the dim forest, Honeysuckle didn’t even have enough time to shriek, before her vision was washed out by a blast of green light, then she only knew the darkness of sleep.
~o0o~
Waking up from a magic knock out was not as bad as most ponies made it out to be, it was a bit like having a hangover but without the headache. And right now Honeysuckle was glad for that, her world was blurry as well as spinning, if she had the headache as well she knew she would have been sick. Giving her body a chance to come out of its stupor, Honey was able to get a look at her surroundings, she suddenly wished she hadn't. She was in a cave of some kind, moss and a glowing… something covered much of the walls, the ceiling was arched and almost seemed carved, the floor was leveled and covered with packed dirt, clearly this cave was somethings home. And if she was in somethings home, then she had indeed been caught. The question now was, how bucked was she? Honey tried to move but found her legs would not work, she looked around trying to figure out why, she froze when she saw the reason.
Her forehooves were bound over her head in a thick green slime, her hind legs were spread apart, stuck to the floor with the same slime. She tried to thrash about in an attempt to free herself, but it was no good, whatever this slime was it had her securely in place. Honey let her body go limp as she was forced to accept she was stuck, trapped in an unknown cave by something she had barely even seen, Clearly things couldn’t get much worse, right?
It got worse.
Clip-Clop Clip-Clop Clip-Clop…
The steady sound of approaching hooves made Honeysuckle tense in abject terror, who ever had captured her was coming, she wasn’t sure why but that fact alone filled her with fear. Struggling once again, Honey attempted to dislodge herself with new found strength, she was meet with the same level of success.
Clip-Clop Clip-Clop Clip-Clop…
The hoof steps were getting close now, Honey put all of her immense earth pony strength into trying to dislodge her left hind leg, but try as she might it was useless.
“I’m afraid that slime was designed to hold an alicorn, you're not going anywhere.”
Honeysuckle's head shot up to look at the voice, as soon as she set eyes on her captor, her eyes shrunk to pinpricks. Standing in the entrance to the cave was a chiten clade pony, with glowing green eyes and dragonfly wings on its back, a changeling.
“MHHHHHHHHH-MH! MH!”
Honeysuckle suddenly became very aware of the ball gag in her mouth, robbing her of even the ability to scream for help, not that there would be any found in the lair of a changeling.
“Oh don’t worry my pretty little morsel, I’m not going to hurt you. You're much more valuable to me alive and in one piece.”
That didn’t help Honeysuckle's fears at all.
“First let's take care of that struggle of yours, can’t have you going and hurting yourself after all, now can we.”
The changeling moved over to a green slime chest and retrieved a clear bottle of a purple liquid, Honey had no idea what that liquid might be, but she knew it couldn't be good. Using his magic to remove the gage, the changeling levitated up the bottle.
“If you think I’m going to drink that.” Honey said glaring at her captor.
“Oh I know you will.”
Hony just glared back at the changeling as he approached her, he just stared at her for a long moment, Honey was beginning to wonder just what he was planning, that train of thought was quickly answered when she felt him latch onto one of her teats.
“AH! S-sto-MHFFFF!”
The moment she opened her mouth the bottle was quickly inserted cutting off her protest, the cool purple liquid flowed easily into her mouth and down her through. It tasted good, really good actually, like really good rum. She instinctively swallowed to keep from choking, the moment the initial shock faded and she realized what she was doing, Honey began to sputter and cough trying to stop the flow of the drink in her mouth.
“Now look at what you’ve done,” The changeling said in a voice one might use on a foal. “You’ve gone and made a mess.”
With the bottle out of her mouth Honey returned to glaring at her changeling captor, but slowly she could feel her body begin to relax. Soon even her glare began to soften, it was like her body was calming on its own accord.
“W-what did you do to m-me.”
“Just gave you a drink is all.” The changeling said in a voice feigning innocence.
“Horseapples, y-you poisoned me, t-that’s that you did!”
“Now why would I do that after I said I wouldn’t hurt you?”
“Because your a lying changeling!”
Honey could have sworn she saw a flash of hurt across his face. “We are indeed tricksters. But as I already said, your more valuable alive, so why would I poison you?”
Honeysuckle had nothing.
“Now let's start getting some of that usefulness out of you.”
Honeysuckle had barely a moment to wonder what he was going to do, before she felt a strange sensation over her body. Everything tingled and started to feel warm all at once, a shiver traveled up her spine as a sensation, like silk being pulled across her body, traveled over her all at once. The myriad of sensations lasted several moments, before fading. Honeysuckle was left panting and feeling tingling all over.
“W-wh-what w-was t-that?”
“Feeding, the one thing you ponies are good for us changelings.”
That was feeding? but , but it felt…. Good!
Hony didn’t get any farther with her thoughts, before she felt a nip on her teat again.
“However you taste a bit sour, were going to have to do something about that before I really feast.”
Honey felt two long fangs part her fur around her teat, brushing the delicate flesh beneath. The sensation sent shivers through Honey’s body, part of her screamed to fight back, not to accept this, and yet another part of her relished in the sensation. The changeling nipped at and around Honey’s increasingly sensitive test, making both of them very sensitive and very hard. Something long, warm, wet and very skilled began to caress her teats, it started on her left before making its way to her right, then back again moving between her incredibly sensitive teats. Looking down Honey saw the object in question, it was a tongue, specifically the changelings tongue.
Her mind tried to figure out what was going on, why this changeling was servicing her in such a way. Honey felt a hoof begin to caress and grope at her flank and cutie mark, forcing a small whining moan from the back of her throat. There was a pause in his ministrations, the changeling gave a contemplative hum as he inspected her cutie mark.
“A wooden spoon covered in honey? How appropriate, seeing as you’ll be giving me a sweet meal by the time I’m done.”
“S-so t-that's you p-plan? Y-you're going to e-eat me?”
“In a manner of speaking, don’t worry I won't be taking any bits off of you.”
Honeysuckle could only give a confused look, one that morphed into equal parts terror and surprise as her changeling captor lowered his snout to her dripping pussy. His tongue began to tease her sensitive clit, unlike a pony the changeling’s tongue was soft, almost rubbery, instead of rough. And it was extremely long and dexterous, from his spot in front of her the changeling’s tongue was could easily reach all the way inside of her sensitive folds.
Honey let out a gasp when she felt the slimy wet intruder penetrate her inner sanctum, his tongue move with an accuracy she had never felt before, it took him almost no time to find her most sensitive spots. Honey’s breath caught in her throat when she felt his fangs brush the edges of her folds, the sharp fangs come so close to her most vulnerable area, yet the sensation drove her mad with desire.
With the slightest shift, his sharp changeling teeth grazed over Honey’s engorged clit. With a flick of his tongue added even more to her already over sensitive nether region, Honeysuckle felt a jolt of electric pleasure shoot through her entire body, he seemed to know all the right ways to make her a squirming mess of a mare. She could feel her body giving in, she wasn’t long before her climax would take her, suddenly he stopped.
“W-what? W-why d-did you s-stop?” Honey asked her voice thick with arousal and disappointment.
“Do you really expect me to eat a meal half way done?”
Honeysuckle could only stare blankly, she wasn’t even sure if she would be more terrified or insulted, was she not good enough for him? And what did he mean half way done?
Wait, why am I concerned about being good enough?
Honeysuckle was drawn out of her thoughts when she felt his hoof on her flank again, he was circling her now, running his hoof along the curves of her flanks and legs.
“Nice shapely figure, tone muscles, not too much fat. You will serve as an excellent incubator.”
One word struck unparalleled fear into Honey. “I-incubator?”
“Why yes, having a pony incubator for our eggs makes them much stronger, and you will hatch some VERY strong changelings.”
Honeysuckle's stomach turned into knots, was this her fate? To be turned into some kind of breeding mare? And why did the idea of that turn her on? Before her train of thought got any farther, Honey noticed something being floated over in a green magic aura. It was made out of the same green slime that held her in place, but this seemed more ‘solid’, almost crystalline.
It had a slanted shape to it, and also seemed to be molded on the upper side, Honey couldn’t quite see what it had been molded from, as it’s semi-transparent nature made it hard to make out lines and features. The object was placed in front of her, now that she could really see what it was, the realization made her eyes go as big as dinner plates, it was a breeding rack. The top of the rack was made into a U or a horseshoe, with the inside made of what looked like a soft gel like lining. The sides of the rack came up high enough that Honey would be held easily, with her hooves still stuck to the floor, even if she had her forehooves she doubted that she could get out.
“Let's give your legs a chance to rest, you’ll need all your strength soon.”
With his magic the changeling dislodged Honey’s hoofs from their binding above her, slowly he brought them down and used them to guide the rest of her body into the breeding rack. The inner layer felt warm as she was laid in it, she had expected it to be cold, there was an amount of give to this layer as well and Honey felt her belly sink in ever so slightly. With her body in the rack, the changeling resecured her forehooves to the floor in front of her. With her hooves now infront of her, Hony became very aware of her new position, her rear was elevated to her full standing height, while her head was only a hoof or two off the ground.
She tried to move her legs, and while she had the slightest amount of wiggle room, she was still held fast. It was in the perfect breeding position, and she was completely at the mercy of her captor, she should feel terrified, panicked, scared senseless, and true she was scared, but then why did she also feel so turned on? Honeysuckle looked around, her mind finally accepting that she was well and fully stuck for the duration. She felt his hoof trailing along her flank once again, now he began moving up her sides as well, taking in the feel of her coat.
“So soft, you will make for an excellent brooding mare.”
Hony turned to glare at him, but as soon as she did she regretted it, sort of. With his hoof trailing along her side, his underbelly was exposed fully to her, it didn’t help matters that her head was already below his barrel. Because now she was staring right at his changeling shaft, Honey had seen more than a few stallionhoods, thanks in part to some well hidden magazines, but the one staring back at her was nothing like what she had seen. He was a perhaps a bit narrower than a normal stallion’s, but what it lacked in width it doubled in length, as it was it came almost up to his front legs. It also lacked a stallions flare, instead the end tapered off into a sice sharp point, if it wasn't attached to the changeling beside her Honey would have thought it was a weapon to impale a pony, with a gulp Honey realized that she was very likely going to get impaled with this ‘weapon’ sooner rather than latter.
“Enjoying the view little morsel?”
Honeysuckle blushed as she realized that she was staring.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be getting to know it much better soon, but first.”
Her changeling captor trotted back to the chest from earlier, he rummaged around for a moment before levitating out two items. One was another bottle of some golden yellow liquid, the second was a silver sphere just a little bigger then a pony's head. Trotting back he placed the sphere on the ground, before opening the bottle and floating it over to her mouth.
“Open up now, we don’t want anything spilling this time. And just remember, I have no problem finding ways to make you cooperate.”
Honey glared for a moment, but she was hesitant to try her luck at holding out again, since she was having terrible luck today anyway. Closing her eyes, Honey slowly opened her mouth and prepared to accept what ever was in the bottle.
“Thats a good morale.”
The liquid flowed easily, and Honey could taste the flavor of whisky, but without the hard bite of alcohol, even without it Honey could feel a warmth in her belly, by the time the bottle was empty Honeysuckle could feel a warm happy feeling throughout her entire body. There was a soft click as the sphere was opened, Honey looked over and saw two green objects, each one was also a perfect sphere and was about an apple and a half wide. Honey looked at them for a moment wondering what they could be, then it hit her like the friendship express. They were the same green as the slime around her, she same shade as the changeling’s eyes and back plate, the same green as changeling magic, they were changeling eggs.
“And now we start to make use of that pony pussy of yours.”
“W-what are you going to do?”
“Is it not clear? I’m going to insert them into pussy, where they’ll be moved into your womb, then I’m going to breed you like a good broodmare.”
The color drained from Honeysuckles face, as the full and clear intention of her captor was laid out before her.
“B-but those will never fit, their too big!”
“Ponies give birth to foals bigger than this, besides, did I ever say you had a choice?”
Honeysuckle gulped, he was unfortunately right, foals were bigger then those eggs, and she really didn’t have a choice in the matter.
“However you are partly right about them being too big. We’ll never get them into your womb like this, so we're going to need to ‘open’ you up a bit.”
Her captor levitated something out of the sphere container, a vile previously hidden behind the eggs floated out. This vile contained an orange liquid that seemed to sparkle, taking the vile the changeling walked behind Honey disappearing from her field of vision. Honey could hear the ‘pop’ as the cork was taken out, but she couldn’t feel the liquid being poured anywhere, and that made her even more nervous.
“This will make you nice and open for the eggs, but it needs to be applied directly at the spot, and there really is only one effective way to make sure it's delivered properly.”
Honey didn’t have a chance to wonder what he meant, as soon as he was finished speaking she felt his hooves on her flanks, and a rather pointed part of him teasing at her folds. Her pent up and denied arousal from earlier made itself known once more, her marehood winked at the feeling of a throbbing cock just out of reach. With no warning, the changeling sunk more than half of his length into Honeys waiting pussy. Honeysuckle let out a half yell, half moan as she felt his length bury itself into her. Slowly she felt the intruder inside her begin to slid deeper into her, within moments she felt the tip of his breeding spear prod at her core, seeking entrance.
“I’ve still got a good hoof and a half to go, plenty to get all the way inside.”
The changeling grabbed her hips before beginning to push more, Honey felt her inner wall being pushed and prodded, his tip teased at her inner most barrier. Finding his mark, the changeling’s cock pushed into her womb. Hony hissed as she felt his tip push past her cervix, and finally into her womb. Slowly over what seemed to be an eternity, her captor pried her open more and more. It had seemed like houser, but was really only a few short minutes, before the changeling mounting her was finally hilted fully within her.
“Thats a good brood mare, you took my entire length on the first try.”
The words made Honey feel dirty, like he was complimenting an animal or something, but then why was she blushing at the prase?
“Now we just need to get you softened up, so we can get those eggs inside you.”
Slowly he began moving inside her, he would pull back only far enough that his tip was only left in her womb, before sliding back in. what ever was in that vile, she could feel it doing its job, as with each thrust back in her cervix gave less and less resistance.
He put it on his cock to get it in me? Oh goddess why do I find that hot?
He was thrusting easily into her now, as if her womb was just part of her pussy, made to accept his deep breeding spear. For a second time today she could feel her body begin to build her climax, and for a second time she was denied as her captor pulled out fully.
“I think you're ready now, lets see how well you take these now.”
A sense of dread came over Honey as she watch the eggs levitate out of their container, and past her out of her field of view. Moments after she lost sight of the eggs, she could feel one of them being press up against her pussy. The egg was soft, smooth and surprisingly warm, as if it was already alive. She felt the egg being press harder, bit by bit it started to push her lower lips open, finally with a wet ‘shlick’ it popped in. The feeling of having something so large, so warm inside her almost made her climax right then. She felt his shaft entering behind the egg, as he started to push it deeper within her.
“Now be a good brood mare and relax, I need to get these all the way inside, you could damage the egg or yourself if you struggle too much.”
Honey did her best to relax, but the feeling of something that large, being pushed that deep inside her, it felt more than a little weird. Quickly enough she felt the egg at the cervix, her inner barrier gave some token resistance, but the egg slid in easily enough. With the egg inside the changeling pulled out and repeated the process, once again Honey felt a warm smooth egg being pressed to her pussy, and once again it slid in with only minor resistance. The second egg slid down her pussy easily, and popped into her womb with no issue.
Honeysuckle was breathing heavily now, her pussy felt slightly abused from having two eggs pushed through her, and her belly felt fully and heavy, much how she imagined how she would feel if she were to carry a foal. Something inside of her click, she suddenly felt very protective of the eggs inside her.
“Good, you took them well, but they still need to be fertilized.”
He was already hilted inside her dripping pussy, and it begged him to buck her senseless. Honey felt him press his barrel into her back, despite everything that had happened, regardless of how she had gotten here, she couldn’t help but feel a little safe with a stallion pressing into her back while he took her from behind.
He started off slow, nearly sliding all the way out before filling her back up again. Honey was already panting from all the abuse her pussy had endured, as he continued to buck her at a slow steady pace, her pants slowly shifted into moans. It wasn’t long before the changeling began to speed up, alternating between hard deep thrusts and quick shallow strokes. After being brought to the edge and denied more than once already, Honey’s climax built quickly. It felt like mere seconds before she felt the familiar tightness in her belly, arching her back Honey let out a loud moan as her body shook with release, but the cock inside her kept going.
With each stroke, each thrust, Honey’s orgasim continued, she was compleatly lost in a sea of bliss where time lost all meaning, yet the changeling mounting her didn’t let up. Eventually Honey began to come down from her high, and yet she could feel another orgaim comming on, this one built faster than the last, bringing the promise of even higher bliss. Honey felt the changeling on she shift, putting more of his weight into his thrusts, she new what that meant. Just as her climax was starting to peak, Honey felt the feeding sensation again, but it was VERY different this time. Each thrust sent shivers down her spine, the feeding sent waves up her spine, the two sensation meeting and conflicting, her entire body shuddered uncontrollably. She silky sensation over her body was ten times more pronounced, it felt like each hair in her coat had turned into an extremely sensitive silk sheet, and it rubbed her in all the right ways.
Body shuddering, filled completely by the stallion on her back, Honeysuckle entered into her own world, it was a place beyond just the physical. In one swift motion, her captor reached down and bit Honey on her over sensitive neck, his fangs digging into her flesh just the right amount, and with that it was over. Honysuckel let out a a shreeking wale, as the hardest orgasim she could remember slamed into her like an angry wave on a battered shore. Her pussy clenched tight, trapping the changeling with in her, now her captive, her pussy clenched once more before letting loose her juices, squirting all over the changeling and anything behind them. Honey could hear a muffled hiss from the changeling, clearly enjoying her over tighten snatch, she felt him flare then twitch within her, releasing his changeling seed deep within her.
Honey’s vision began to fade, utterly spent her body went limp as she let the darkness embrace her, the last thing she felt was a warm kiss on her cheek.
~o0o~
Honeysuckle felt sore, tired, utterly spent but oh so good. As her senses started to come back to her, she felt she was laying on something soft. Cracking one eye open, she tried to take in her surroundings. After several moment her vision came back into focus, she was still in a cave of some kind, but this one was much different than the last one. The stone while rough was clearly cut with purpose, the floor was a dark green, it looked somewhat like the crystallized slime that had made the rack earlier. Red drapes were evenly spaced around the walls, giving the room a warm feel to it. Speaking of warm, there was a warm body press up against her back, they were both laying on a large plush bed with matching red sheets and blankets.
Just at the edge of her vision near the edge of the bed was a small table, on it sat her adamantite collar with its green and black padlock. There was a shift and Honey could feel someone grooming her, she felt a pair of fangs that tenderly went through her coat, she knew who it was without looking.
“S-soft Shadow.” Honey’s voice was just above a whisper.
“Hey Honey, you were out for a good while.”
“How long?”
“Only a couple of hours, it let me get most of your coat done.”
Honeysuckle mewed as she felt her soft freshly groomed coat, there were some definite perks to having a changeling as a special somepony, those sharp teeth and fangs were very good at grooming. There was an audible twinkle of magic as a plate was levitated over.
“You need to eat, I might have drained a little more than I intended, it was a little hard to concentrate at the end there.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”
“True, but enough talk, eat now.”
Honeysuckle gave no further argument, she turned laying partly on her side and partly on her belly. As the contents of the plate came into view, Honeysuckle could only grin. A cinnamon roll the size of a foals head, and a carton of sweet milk, Honey couldn’t help but think that Soft Shadow was such a thoughtful ‘ling. Hony started to move to get her treat, only to find them floating over to her, a very thoughtful changeling indeed.
Honeysuckle enjoyed eating at a sedated pace, every few bites were followed by a long drink of milk. All too soon her snack was gone, but she still felt hunger, really hungry in fact. Her hoof stroked her belly as she wondered why she felt so hunger, she froze with her hoof over the small bump in her belly.
“Soft, did… did it work?” Honey asked with a little trepidation in her voice.
Soft Shadow nuzzled the back of her head. “It would seem so.”
Honeysuckle held her composure for all of half a second, before she burst into tears, tears of unrestrained joy. Rolling over, Honey latched onto Soft as she sobbed happily into his chest.
“T-they told i-it would be impossible, that I c-could never have foals.”
“Well they were wrong, you're going to be a great mother.”
Honeysuckle could only cry harder, she had been devastated eight years ago when she had been told she could never conceive, and now… now she was an expecting mother.
“You’ll need to start eating more, eggs are much more hardy, but they will need a bit more from you. I’ve booked us a nice table at Tasty Play, we’ll get you nice and plump.”
Soft Shadow received a half hearted smack to his barrel, electing a soft chuckle. Honeysuckle couldn’t even pretend to be mad at him, not after everything. He had helped her out of a dark place all that time ago, now he had given her the one thing she truly wanted in life, foals, a family. Honey held on just a little tighter, her hunter, her master, her love.
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