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It was summer time in the small town of Silo, a town which bordered the bad lands of Equestria’s southern border. It was small, but not a meagre town stead, with thirty five families from all over yonder congregated to the isolated farming community. Unlike the farms of the Apple or Carrot families, the farms there were humble, designated maybe to a few plots or a small field. They didn’t need much to live on really, and whatever didn’t require a lot of water was preferable. They grew cabbage, broccoli, turnips, lettuce, but one crop that gave the town some minor acclaim was its sweet corn. There was only one man who lived in the community that was capable of harvesting such a delicious crop, and that man was Hardy Plough.
Hardy was, pun intended, a hard man to describe. Sure, one could list off his features like any other person, but like most people they only knew what was on the outside. In some ways he was a cliché of the region, always clad in skinny jeans and a brown leather jerkin that prompted a many to turn their eyes away to roll them; even went as far as wearing a Stetson over his red mane and chewing straw between his teeth. But he was a kind guy, man of few words, and he was soft on the eyes too. Those tight jeans he always wore managed to attract the eye of many of town’s single daughters, and heck, even a few of the mothers couldn’t help but take a quick glance. However, he was very secretive, and kept mostly to himself; rarely spending nights at the local tavern but instead far out of town at his farmstead. Few people would say they knew him well, and even fewer still would call themselves his friend. Tonight he walked home alone, as often was the case. The cool breeze that washed over the valley was quite welcome, the dusk sun still egregiously hot and unrelenting, but was fortunately making its descent for the day. His boots crunched on the dry dirt, occasionally a few pebbles or stones would brush along the ground during a particularly strong breeze, but otherwise it was his steps alone that created noise on the otherwise silent walk home.
Hardy lazily scanned the desert plains as he walked, his farm not too far off in the distance now, he decided to cast his eye out to look over the mostly desolate landscape. He looked from left to right, often craning his neck in either direction. However on one transition he found himself pausing, eyes landing on something, or rather, someone further down the path. He rubbed one of his broad thumbs and fingers into his eyes and blinked, confirming what he was seeing wasn’t some kind of mirage or some kind of falsity created by the heat. Straight ahead, leaning against one of the posts of his farm’s gate, was a woman. From far off she was mostly just a blur of two colours, yellow and red, but unmistakably a woman. As he trailed ahead, one brow arched another furrowed, the breeze made her yellow summertime dress flutter. At the brief look he got of her legs he saw the contours of a prominent calf muscle, this was a woman who was definitely on her feet a lot.
As he got closer, she finally turned to look at him, her neutral expression contorting into a large smile. There was something about how warm her eyes were that unnerved him, the iris so deep a purple as to appear nearly black, and didn’t match the emotion held in her smile. He stopped a few feet away from her, and she twirled one of her curls in her finger, taking a couple of steps toward him with an exaggerated sway; closing the gap much to his chagrin.
“Howdy,” he greeted, chewing on the hay straw between his teeth. The woman giggled innocently, looking up at him with clasped together eyes and a smile.
“I’ve heard so much about you,” she said, her voice twanged with an accent not familiar to his ears, “and didn’t expect you to be so… big, in person.” His ears twitched at the underline of sultriness in her words, and rather than finding himself swayed, he found her forwardness off-putting.
“And I’ve heard nothin’ ‘bout you. Mine tellin’ me your name, miss…?” He asked, taking a more distant stance, his arms crossed.
“Ardor,” she leant heavily on the last syllable, her mouth agape, wide enough so that Hardy could see the strings of saliva connecting from the top to the bottom of her mouth. “Although, if we get to know each other more… intimately, you can call me whatever you want.”
Hardy furrowed his brows, and tilted his head. “Being a bit, uh, forward. Don’tcha think?”
“Well it’s hard for a lady to keep her legs together in front of a man such as yourself,” she purred, words honeyed and overly saccharine. She of course took a step forward, emphasising her point my pressing the tip of her finger on his broad muscular chest, slowly dragging it down his chest and to his abs.
Hardy nearly flinched, but kept his composure. “And how are you so sure that I don’t have a wife and a few little ones in my farm house over there?”
“Because you haven’t already refused me,” Ardor’s words were like silk, and she dragged her tongue over her bottom lip. Her hand was dangerously close to his groin, her fingers teasing at the hilt through his jeans. Suddenly, she found his massive paw wrapping tightly around her wrist, restraining her. “Ooh, a bit frigid aren’t yo---“ her voice was strangulated in her throat, his hand enclosing around it, pushing her back against the post. “W-what?“
“Ah heard stories, but I didn’t think for a moment one of y’all would find your way here,” his voice was severe, his lips pulled back to bare his teeth, which he grit so hard he but through the straw.
“I d-don’t know what you’re talk- ow!” Her words were lost when she shifted from her neck to her cheek, pushing her face forcefully into the wood.
“Ah’ve gotta admit… it’s pretty convincing,” his fingers wrapped around her jaw, turning her face from cheek to cheek, her eyes wide and afraid. “But you ain’t got me fooled… Changeling!” He spat, looking directly into her eyes. She looked confused, and fidgeted in his hands, afraid.
“P-please, I don’t kn- meep!” She tensed up as he delivered a hard kick to the gate, opening it wide. Before she could further voice complaint, he hefted her over his shoulder, keeping her locked in a tight one armed embrace. His bicep pressed into her lower back, keeping her arms trapped to her sides. She flailed her legs, trying to slither free. “Help! Help! Anyone help!” She called, unable to properly breathe under Hardy single armed restraint.
“Shut up!” He snapped, stomping onto the trodden down trail, scowling at the woman.
He kicked open his door, and walked in with a slight concave in his right side to avoid bumping her on the door frame. As he entered, he quickly slammed shut the door behind him, his boot kicking backward. Immediately he set to work getting her restrained. He plopped her onto the carpet next to the fireplace, and ripped the lower hem of her skirt, turning her onto her stomach and tying her hands together with the makeshift binds. He did a similar thing with her ankles, wrapping the yellow fabric of her dress tightly around her ankles, leaving her unable to run off or fight back. She grunted, trying to pull apart her wrists, but he prodded her in the side with the tip of his boot.
“Stop that,” he commanded, her position on the floor made his height all the more imposing. With the setting sun leaving the room looking dim, he also looked a tad menacing too.
“N-no! Y-you freak! When I get out of here…” She trailed off, snarling, still struggling against her binds.
“And you think it’ll be that easy, huh?” Hardy scoffed, undoing his top button and throwing his jerkin off onto the couch.
“You can’t hold me here forever… can you?” She muttered, looking up at him lopsided.
“I’d rather keep you tied up for the rest of my days than let you go free. I won’t have a Changeling wanderin’ about, not while I know, not while I’m still around,” he was resolute, looking down at her with stoicism.
“I’m not a Changeling dammit!” She exclaimed, voice craking, rocking angrily in her binds. Her strawberry mane was frazzled by this point, visibly flustered.
“You’re an awfully persistent liar ain’t ya? Can’t blame you for that I suppose. It’s hard coded ain’t it? You probably came to my front door expecting an easy lay, maybe I’d fill you right up with love, leave me drained… and then you leave me for dead without the courtesy of a goodbye, huh?” He crossed his arms cockily, his jaw gyrating, his mouth chewing on nothing.
“Fuck you,” she grunted, muzzle wrinkled, “when I get out, I’m going straight to the sheriff, and your ass is getting thrown in prison. You hear me?!” She was spiteful in tone, and Hardy just rolled his eyes.
“Well that’s for me to decide,” he stepped over her, wrapping his arms around her sides and turning her over onto her back, looking into her hazel eyes with his own. He squatted over her, arms on his knees. “Now we got a couple ways of doing this thing, ya hear?”
“Fuck. You,” her voice was tight but harsh, spittle landing on Hardy’s cheek.
“Eeyup,” he said drily, wiping it away with the back of his hand. “Option one, you change now, I send you the sheriff. Easy and quick.”
“Option two?” Asked Ardor, brows furrowed and lips pursed tightly.
“I can impart some justice of my own, right here, right now,” he smiled wryly, and slightly parted his legs, causing her to go wide eyed.
“W-what?” She stuttered, looking between his legs. Even in the tight confines of his jeans, Ardor could see the bulge of his fat thick cock down the seam of his jeans, the member monstrously large even hidden behind the fabric of his pants. “Y-you don’t mean…”
“Uh-huh,” he nodded, his lip curling into a lopsided smile, showing some teeth. “Now I know your kind are suckers for passion and love, but being mercilessly fucked is another thing, ain’t it? A fate you’d much rather avoid, right?” His tone was menacing and filled with malicious intent, but it was a bluff, a good one at that. He emphasised his point by grabbing his flaccid cock through the jeans, squeezing it with a smirk.
“Y-yeah,” Ardor gulped, looking up at him with a grimace, “f-fine. You got me.”
“Mighty fine of you to admit it... So you gonna change, or what?” He asked, his head tilted with a curious gaze.
“Not whilst you’re squatting over me, you brute,” she sneered, and scowled when he smirked.
“You ain’t in a position to be makin’ demands, missy,” he snorted, “’sides, I wanna see this up close. Not every day you get to see a Changeling in person ya know.”
“Fine,” she growled, looking away.
She pouted with tight lips, and clenched her eyes closed. There was a flash of green flame, and Hardy had to momentarily shield his eyes at the bright flash. But regardless he found himself curling in lower lip, the spectacle certainly a sight to see first-hand, but he found himself snorting at the being that replaced her. Instead of a creepy or terrifying entity, it was a lithe little thing, delicate looking he’d dare say. Something to be protected. The bound limbs looked feeble and destitute in the bindings, the Changeling’s arms were toned, but barely so. It had a flat chest, but he wasn’t surprised, but did see that her frame was undeniably feminine. Hairless, smooth, and the red blush on her black cheeks was admittedly cute.
“Well look at that,” he said in minor wonderment, the tip of his finger tracing up her large curved horn, ignoring her growl, “you could poke an eye out with that thing.”
“Want to find out?” She retorted venomously, her voice slightly deeper but still that of a woman’s, and he chuckled.
“I’m fine, thank you,” he replied, smiling roguishly. “You’re certainly somethin’ ain’t ya?”
“W-what?” She stammered, cheeks burning.
“Hard to believe you guys are the scourge of Equestria,” he exhaled curtly, looking down with an arched brow, incredulous. “You don’t look like you could harm a fly.”
“Shows what you know…” she muttered, turning head onto cheek.
“Ah’m curious about one thing,” he started, placing a large hand on her side, causing her to flinch.
“What?!” Her voice wobbled, looking down at his hand in alarm, grimacing as Hardy began to slide his hand down over her dress to her thigh. He was unusually soft in his touch, but she recoiled when his fingers made contact with her black flesh, his warm hands contrasting greatly with her cold skin.
“You’re surprisingly soft,” he remarked, squeezing her thigh. “I could see the appeal.”
“Satisfied?” She sneered, tone caustic. Hardy raised a brow, and looked down with slight condescension, grinning lopsided. She tensed up when she felt his fingers move to the inside of her thigh, fingers dangerously close to her sex.
“Where’d that attitude go, huh?” He quipped, smiling at her tight lipped expression.
“S-shut up,” her tone was brittle, and she pouted, looking away.
“I’m curious –“ he began, inching his hand up her thigh, “-just how alike are we?”
“Stop!” She pleaded, writhing beneath him, closing her legs tight.
“How many times have you head that before?” He asked, allowing a slither of contempt to come through in his voice. She looked up with furrowed brows, and exhaled slowly, his hand slowly trailing her leg still.
“How do you guys get so many people to fall for your trap? Just what does a Changeling pussy feel li-“ Hardy paused mid-sentence, and appeared to just freeze in place. His pupils from her eyes, to her waist, his arm elbow deep into her dress. “Ah… right…”
“P-please,” the Changeling whimpered, looking away, shamed.
Hardy’s hand retreated from the dress, and wrapped his fingers around the hem. He pulled it upward, as if delicately peeling away the skin on a fruit, his eyes dancing between the Changeling’s red cheeks and the spot where is hand touched beneath the dress. He flicked his wrist, letting the fabric fall resigned on the Changeling’s stomach, and he looked at the spot between her clasped legs with bemusement.
“That’s a penis,” he stated simply, looking at the limp black member with an arched brow. The masculine organ was quite a contrast to the rest of the Changeling, whose smooth body resembled polished obsidian, and didn’t betray even an ounce of masculinity. Yet the four inch flaccid cock between his legs, which rested atop a snug pair of orbs, was quite a dichotomy. Hardy smirked. “You like dressing up like a girl, huh, faggot?”
“I-it’s all part of the disguise!” He replied, voice quavering.
“Yeah, sure it is,” Hardy stepped beside him, still low to the ground, “does dress up make your little picker nice and hard? You get off to that, you pervert?”
“Stop it. Please,” the Changeling pursed his lips and turned his head onto the other cheek, looking away.
“Like the idea of some big dicked stallion fucking you from behind, whilst calling you his bitch, huh? Doesn’t matter that you’re a guy, you just get off to the thought of being treated like a whore,” he teased, chuckling at the Changelings grimace.
“N-no…” He trailed off, squeezing his legs together.
“Yeah you do, I can tell. I can see it too,” he said slyly, looking from the Changeling’s face to his cock, the black stalk becoming engorged with blood from the cowboy’s verbal assault. “Your little friend down there is getting all hard, ain’t it? Like being talked down to like a common slut?”
“N-no!” He exclaimed, although his conviction was half-hearted, trying feebly to hide his growing cock.
“Your voice sez no, but your body tells me different. Are ya so big a liar that you hafta lie to yourself… slut?” Hardy smirked, and much to the Changelings surprise, his hand planted itself on his naval.
“What are you do-“ The Changeling’s voice was trapped behind sealed lips, supressing a moan that suddenly wanted to escape from his throat. His hands clasped tightly together at this chest, his cheeks ablaze.
“Hard to deny that, huh?” Hardy quipped.
The large stallion had delicately wrapped his digits around the Changeling’s cock, his hand so large as to cover from hilt to just short of the flat headed tip. It already twitched in his hand, the Changeling finding his delicate touch pleasurable, his hands surprisingly soft despite his profession. Hardy’s thumb massaged the underside of his shaft, just below the tip, and grinned as the Changeling writhed under his touch; trying limply to get away, although it was obvious he enjoyed the farmer’s soft grip. “Look at you. You’re already close to blowin’ your load. But I guess it doesn’t take much to make someone cum from their cock when they’re only used to getting fucked in the ass, am I right, whore? Your lil’ cock is probably starved for a touching, right? You probably would’ve begged if I had let it twitch for a few minutes…”
The Changeling didn’t reply, trying to maintain something of a dignity by remaining silent. Although he struggled to contain his whimpers, and the pleasure on his erection prompted infrequent small bucks into Hardy’s hand. The Changeling heard a smirk as the oversized hand of Hardy began to pump his erection, pre leaking from his cock shaft in a trickle, slicking his shaft for easy stroking. The Changeling squirmed, half thrusting half trying to slither away. Hardy found the feminine Changeling’s demeanour extremely arousing, the futile resistance combined with the throbbing of his cock was enough to swell his own shaft to life, the thick column of meat in his pants pushing against the tight seam of his jeans.
“You close, sissy? Is your cock ready to erupt?” Hardy, despite his accent, made his voice drip with sensuality. The Changeling was openly panting, not too loudly, but his chest rose and fell as his cock was stroked. The words seem to make his spiral into orgasm come along quicker, his cock twitching along with his beating heart. The Changeling rose up his pelvis slightly, the side of Hardy’s hand making an audible smack as it hit the Changelings hairless flesh at the base of his cock, the sound of smacking flesh causing the cock in Hardy’s jeans to throb.
As the Changeling bit his lower lip, his fang threatening to pierce his own skin, he suddenly found himself whimpering. “Don’t stop. Please, I’m so close,” the Changeling beseeched, his cock twitching so much as to nearly appear vibrating, Hardy had released his grip of the Changeling’s erection, his paw matted with the Changelings copious amount of pre cum; hovering a few inches from the Changelings pleading shaft.
“You beggin’?” Hardy rose up, his thumbs curled hem of his jeans, looking down the flustered Changeling with a grin.
“F-fuck you,” he replied, grinding his legs together, trying to stimulate his throbbing cock; a bead of pre trailing down his rod.
Hardy scoffed. “Fine, be that way,” his lips in a simper smile. Without another word, Hardy began to remove his boots, stepping on the heel and pulling out his feet. The Changeling furrowed his brows, glancing with askew eyes. What prompted a wide eyed stare of alarm from the Changeling was when Hardy began to undo his belt.
“What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like I’m doin;? Getting undressed,” he said casually, taking off his shirt with his free hand.
“W-why are you getting undressed? You said if I changed you w-wouldn’t…” the words were lost in his throat. Hardy’s huge masculine body was practically a wonder, his toned and near impeccable physique causing him to lose his words. Hardy’s brown coated body was shaped over many years of hard work, with every desirable muscle toned, looking like a solid slab of iron.
“It’s only fair you return the favour, don’t you think?” Hardy asked, dropping his shirt and belt onto the wooden floor.
“Well, I can’t really do anything with my hands tied together,” the Changeling said, trying to part his wrists, still keeping them close to his chest.
“Who said anything about using your hands?”
“W-what?”
“You’ve been running your mouth for the past fifteen minutes now. How ‘bout actually using it for somethin’ useful?” Hardy chuckled, undoing the buttons on his jeans.
“N-no, I refuse!” The Changeling shook his head, his brows knitting together.
“You sure about that?” He began, slowing pulling down his lower apparel.
“Yes. Yes I a-am…” the Changeling’s eyes landed on his waist, the man standing over him pulling down his jeans, revealing the hilt of his fat cock. Even whilst most of it was hidden (the huge bulge running down his thigh aside), the size looked monsterous. The Changeling swallowed. “I’m not… that kind… o-of… Changeling…” As he spoke, Hardy continued pulling down his pants, revealing more and more of his fleshy snake. It didn’t seem to end, the more and more inches revealed the harder the Changeling found it to speak, taken aback by its sheer size. When it reached the tip, somewhere near his knees, it gave a mighty throb; swinging up straight, erect and powerful, so heavy that it angled downward. The hazel coloured cock looked from the Changeling was looking, as long as his entire forearm, and as girthy as a can of soda. The broad and flat head of his cock gently twitched, swaying as it coursed with blood. The Changeling, through no fault of his own, felt his cock pulsate at the mere sight of it.
“Speechless?” Hardy jeered, wrapping one of his hands around the base of his cock. “Just how hungry for cock are you?”
“I-I’m not. It’s disgusting,” his voice wavered.
“Look at your dick. Still rock hard, and throbbing too. All that just from looking at my cock? Just how much do you want it?”
“I d-don’t,” he replied, stammering.
“Sure,” Hardy rolled his eyes, kicking off his jeans, standing now fully in the nude. His colossal frame combined with his colossal tool, created a sight that left the Changeling with many knots suddenly tied in his gut, and he gulped. The hung man lowered onto his knees, grabbing his cock and angling it downward. He shuffled over to the laying down Changeling, who followed his one snake with his eyes, a combination of fear and want in his greed orbs. “Can’t even keep your eyes off it.”
“That’s hard to do when it’s staring you right in the face,” the Changeling’s voice was breathy, dry mouthed.
“Look at you. You can barely stop yourself from reaching out your tongue and taking a taste,” Hardy mocked, his twitching cock a few inches from the Changeling’s maw, whose lips remained parted; his exhales being felt on the tip of Hardy’s rock hard appendage. “Go on. Suck it. I know you want to faggot. Come on, part those lips and lick.”
“N-no,” the Changeling mounted a final feeble resistance, still unable to look away from Hardy’s thick delicious column of masculinity.
“How ‘bout I help you?” Hardy asked, although he didn’t wait for an answer…
Hardy brought his free hand to cup the back of the Changeling’s head, promptly bringing his head up to push his soft lips against the head of his cock, the Changeling keeping his lips pursed closed. The Changeling kept his eyes open, looking up at Hardy with a scowl, yet couldn’t bring himself to try and move away. A bit more force was applied, and Hardy parted his lips, his cock touching teeth. The strong stench of man began assaulting the Changeling’s nose, the musky scent of his manhood began to erode at his will, the Changeling’s own cock releasing a bead of pre at the mere smell. Hardy’s cock was warm, and the Changeling began to press his lips against the rough flesh, and reluctantly parted his teeth.
Hardy gave a muted groan when he felt the Changeling’s tongue brush against the tip of his cock, tasting him for the first time. He applied more force with his hips, the Changeling’s jaw parting wider to accept a couple inches of his shaft. The Changeling’s tongue lathered the couple inches of Hardy’s shaft in his mouth, his jaw ached a little to accommodate the thick cock. Without aid from Hardy, the Changeling began subconsciously to inch forward and back on Hardy’s member, a lustful greed. The Changeling began to suck on Hardy’s cock, gobbling up a few inches and then retreating, all the while his circling the tip; tasting his salty bitterness with internal glee.
“You like that? You like sucking my monster cock you dirty slut?” Hardy’s voice was a sultry low, lightly gyrated along with the Changeling’s fellatio.
Instead of a verbal response, the Changeling moaned around his cock. His lips tried to inch up the shaft, but he would choke and gag, and Hardy would pull back an inch; smirking that the Changeling managed to cover a quarter of his shaft in saliva. The room was filled with the sounds of the Changeling’s gulping, and the occasional groan from Hardy’s throat. After a while the Changeling began to feel with every hit to the back of his throat, Hardy’s cock swell, veins become more pronounced. The idea of swallowing Hardy’s seed brought the Changeling close to orgasm alone, his own dick edging close to Hardy’s foretold ‘eruption’. The Changeling began to moan around Hardy’s cock, much to Hardy’s delight, his fingers drawing circles on the back of the lithe Changeling’s head. However before either could come to orgasm, Hardy abruptly pulled his cock out the Changeling’s gullet, the slick wet shaft bobbing a couple of inches from the Changeling’s face; throbbing on the brink of cumming. The Changeling by now had become lusted on Hardy’s erection, attempting to reach forward and lick and kiss the twitching cock.
“You’re hungry for it. You want to feel my hot cum gushing into your mouth, don’t you?” Hardy teased the Changeling by edging his staff forward, and retreating it an inch out of reach of the Changeling’s plump lips, basking in the Changeling’s whimpers. “But there’s another place where you’d much prefer it isn’t there?” The Changeling was broken from his stupor by this, simply resigned to staring at the pulsating cock, his stare almost hungry. “You want this cock to stretch out your boy pussy, fuck you deep? That’s what a cock hungry faggot like yourself wants, right?”
“Y-yes,” the Changeling croaked, biting his lip. “I need it.”
“What do you want? Go on, I wanna hear what you want me to do.”
“Fuck me,” the Changeling whimpered, “please.”
“Fuck your…?” Hardy smiled, flexing his cock.
“Ass,” the Changeling began, “I want you to stretch my hole, fuck m-my boy pussy.”
“What are you?”
“A C-Changeling.”
“No… what are you really?”
“A…” the Changeling paused, looking at the bobbing slab of meat inches from his face. “A whore… a sissy… crossdressing faggot… a slut for you cock.”
“There we go…”
Hardy shifted down the Changeling’s side, coursing his strong hands down the Changeling’s flesh as he did so, eventually stepping over him; their cocks momentarily brushing against one another. The Changeling felt small, the comparatively gigantic man’s member crushing his own beneath a veritable pillar of flesh. Hardy’s balls were just as massive, the large dark sack home to a pair apple sized balls that the Changeling could physically feel churn against his flesh, and he exhaled a shaky breath. The cowboy’s hands travelled up the Changeling’s sides up to his chest, his fingers going to the neck line of the dress wrapped his fingers around it. Effortlessly, he tore down the dress, the tearing of the fabric made the Changeling flinch. Yet, at the sight of the man’s flexing muscle, he bit his lip; watching the powerful stallion of a man tear his dress without any sign of hindrance.
With a huff Hardy threw the torn dress over the side somewhere, looking over the Changeling’s body with a lustful look in his eye. His fingers pressed into the Changeling’s flesh, and the obsidian male moaned as Hardy pressed his lips against his chest, feeling the broad tongue drag over his chest. The Changeling’s skin was smooth, the tongue dragged over the dark nipple, the Changeling moaning as the sensitive nub was licked over. Hardy’s fingers danced down the black skin, coming to stop beneath the Changeling, squeezing the soft large ass cheeks of the shape shifter.
Hardy began to slowly flip the Changeling, turning the Changeling onto his side, squeezing one of the ass cheeks firmly before placing him onto his front. The Changeling leant on his own tied hands, looking over his shoulder. He pursed his lips, blushing at the sight. Hardy placed a hand to the shape shifter’s side, his other gripping his cock short of the tip. The farmer had spread his legs, pressing into the thighs of the Changeling. The Changeling began to lift up his tail, eyes wide, locked on the cock.
The Changeling tensed as he watched Hardy edge his dick forward, his hand on his ass, pulling apart the cheek. The hole was dark, but not any darker than the rest of him, but pulling his cheek to the side he saw the internal wall was a light blue. Before penetrating the Changeling, Hardy brought his fingers to his own mouth, taking his middle and ring fingers past his lips; coating them from knuckle to tip in spit. He brought one of the large digits to the Changeling’s tight hole and prodded the entrance, the sharp exhale he heard from the Changeling putting a smile on his lips. He applied force against the hole, the tight entrance finally acquiescing and his finger penetrating the Changeling’s asshole. He wasted no time, slamming his finger down to the knuckle, his large hand parting the cheeks. The Changeling releasing a moan through his teeth as the digit smashed against his prostate.
“Come on now. Sluts have gotta moan louder than that,” Hardy encouraged, withdraging his finger to the first joint, slamming it back in with more or less the same force. “That’s more like it,” he smiled, the Changeling lolling his tongue from his mouth, releasing a long arduous moan. “You like getting your ass stuffed, huh, sissy?” Hardy teased, pulling back to the first joint, his ring finger squeezing to join the middle.
The Changeling released a soundless gasp as a second finger entered his hole, spreading apart his walls wide, his ass accommodating the two large fingers. He could feel them hook, to better reach his g-spot, his cock threatening to explode with every touch to the sensitive spot. He lightly gyrated his cock against the floor, but felt the stud wrap his other hand around the dock of his tail, keeping him still. He whimpered. “P-please!”
“You want to cum, sissy?”
“Yes!”
“Cumming is for sluts who really want it. You really want it?”
“Yes!”
“What are you?”
“A hole, a hole for your cock! Please!” The Changeling begged, his hole clenching around Hardy’s fingers, almost sucking them in.
Without another word, likely because his own meat was becoming intolerably hard and swollen, Hardy pulled out his fingers; smirking as the Changeling’s fuck hole continued to clench, wanting to be filled. The Changeling watched as Hardy placed his large hands on either cheek of his ass, parting them wide as he clumsily aligned his cock with the Changeling’s awaiting hole. Hardy buckled forward, his first strike was on the right cheek, the miss of his mark prompting a meek whimper from the obsidian skinned whore. Giving a huff, Hardy simply inched his cock forward instead, his speed a teasing slow. When the Changeling felt the wide large tip of Hardy’s cock press against his whole, a momentary feeling of apprehension washed over him. It felt like two, no, three times the side of his entrance! But he swallowed back his fear, his libido overpowering his gut, and he swayed against the tip; biting his lip.
Hardy heard the Changeling give a cute little gasp when the slick headed shaft of his cock spread apart the entrance of his hole, enveloping the first inch of his tip, spreading him wide and much larger than his fingers. The tightness also got to Hardy, whose staff of a cock twitched, leaking pre inside of the shape shifters hole. He hand moved from the shape shifter’s dock to his lower back, pressing him down, prompting his to angle his ass higher. He pushed forward, more and more inches of his shaft entering his ass. The Changeling pursed his lips, and tightening his jaw, already feeling filled despite having less than a quarter of his shaft inside him.
With a forceful push, Hardy thrust forward, his slick pre and spit covered cock being swallowed to the medial ring; groaning and savouring the Changeling’s gasping moan. It was a combination of the large meat against his prostate, and the singular thought of such a large cock in his ass that brought him to levels of bliss that made his cock ache. Hardy wasn’t done filling the femboy, and inched his cock further inside, slamming to the hilt with a satisfied groan. The Changeling’s tongue lolled from his mouth feeling the twitching stiffness inside of him fully, the horse cock filling him completely, and he felt his own five inch member twitch beneath him. Hardy slowly pulled out, his erection twitching almost in yearning as less and less of it remained embedded inside the shape shifter’s ass. The Changeling on the other hand, braced himself, his hands tightly wrapping around each other. When Hardy pulled out, he left only the first couple of inches buried in. And without a second of pause. He slammed back in.
The smack of Hardy’s hips against the Changeling’s ass was a glorious noise to them both, following it by releasing a pair of loud almost gratuitous moans. Hardy almost immediately pulled back out, and thrusting himself back in, embedding himself deep. He repeated the motion again, and again, adopting a slow but powerful rhythm. The Changeling felt Hardy’s body press against his as he began thrusting into him, the powerful muscles pressing into his back. The rod achieved long reach inside him, and yet he wanted it deeper, pushing his plush ass against Hardy’s pelvis. The Changeling was so enamoured with Hardy’s cock that he savoured every inch he felt in his ass, from the wide tip all the way to the subtle bump of the medial ring.
Hardy’s hands next found their place on the Changeling’s shoulders, and his bucks and thrusts found themselves going deeper, and faster. In an expected show of passion, perhaps prompted by the heat of the moment, Hardy pressed his lips to the nape of the Changeling’s neck; sucking and kissing at the skin. “You’re a mare, and I’m your stud, right?” Hardy whispered through teeth, grunting with this thrusts. “You love my throbbing cock don’t you? Like a bitch in heat, you’re desperate for the relief that only I can bring,” his thrusts grew harder, more forceful on the slam, the smacking of flesh almost sounding as if being struck by hand. “Go on, say it.”
Instead of a voiced reply, the Changeling instead kissed the man over his shoulder, Hardy reciprocating immediately. Their tongues wrestled in a passionate match, and Hardy’s hands rubbed themselves over the Changeling’s lithe body. Hardy’s thrusts found a faster pace, an unending and consistent beat of fleshy smacks. The Changeling felt Hardy’s grip around his chest tighten, and with every thrust he felt his cock swell. He was close, although so was the Changeling, moaning into Hardy’s mouth. Hardy then tore from the kiss, and began grunting, his thrusts becoming more frantic. He pulled only to the medial ring now, the veins along his cock thickening as his flare began to expand. The Changeling’s breathy and feminine moans got louder, clenching his eyes and gritting his teeth. Hardy gave his loudest groan, giving three final mighty thrusts, releasing a sigh as his balls churned and emptied their cum.
The Changeling was tipped over into the edge of orgasm as he felt his lover’s seed fill his ass, the warm thick liquid feeling wonderful filling his cavity. Beneath him, his own dick twitched, releasing a few strands of sticky semen from the tip onto the floor. Hardy’s grip softened, several ropes of cum firing from his shaft, his cock swelling with each shot. When he finally felt his own cock go limp, his hands went under the Changeling, and brought himself close.
“Well this was a pleasant surprise,” Hardy kissed the Changeling’s cheek, earning a giggle from him. “But you went off script.”
“I had a little fun with it,” the Changeling smiled, pulling his wrists apart, breaking the binds. “After all, anything for my hero.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re a good actor?” Hardy asked, cupping the Changeling’s cheek, laying onto his side; his seed trickling from the Changeling’s gaping hole.
“Yeah,” the Changeling replied, putting an arm over Hardy’s side, bringing himself close. “You.”
“You’re good at adlibbing. I was surprised you stayed in character so long, even kept in your binds,” Hardy nuzzled against the smaller male’s head, “and you even went off script.”
“You wanna hear something else off script?” The Changeling asked, earning a puzzled look from Hardy, a smile on his face.
“I love you,” the Changeling said warmly, cupping Hardy’s cheek.
“Me too,” replied Hardy, closing the gap between their faces with his lips, locking them in kiss.