A Changeling and a Stripper
Changelings. Fascinating creatures with a rather unique ability: Shapeshifting.
No elaborate potions are necessary. No hairs or blood samples to change into the pony or creature they want. They simply have to study the form for but a moment to get a good grasp on its build and how to replicate it.
It is an intrinsic instinct each changeling has, developed over thousands of years in order to feed easier from unsuspecting victims as well as a good camouflage.
There never was any other purpose for it. There was no need to.
Until now.
After the changelings were reformed into their sparkly selves, they didn’t have to hide anymore or to feed in the usual way to sustain themselves. Their body went and evolved in a mere moment. Something that still positively baffles many scientists all over the world. One wonders if this was the case because they are closer to insects than equines and metamorphosis is a staple that caterpillars exhibit before turning into their butterfly form. It yet has to be studied fully.
The real point is, now that their unique transformation abilities are all but without purpose anymore, there are now more perverted-minded individuals wondering if a new purpose can be applied to it.
Sex work.
Porn movies of any race could be filmed by the virtue of simply hiring a changeling. And while love is no longer needed for them to sustain themselves, feeding off of it in small doses, or the sub-group of lust in this case, is quite the satisfying experience.
So the reformed changelings that wandered out of the hive and into the world naturally found themselves drawn to the sex industry. Their talents for it were far more beneficial even than most ponies in the sex industry first realized. Changelings after all couldn’t just change their forms, but separate areas as well. So, not only did the many different cock and pussy shapes of different species deliver many juicy possibilities to work for, but changelings could actively change it on instruction. So it wasn’t seldom that a producer would have their changeling actor sit in front of him naked and then order smaller or bigger adjustments to film the porn flick they imagined in their heads down to a T.
It was a wondrous time. A time when even strip clubs took off as changelings spiced them up considerably.
But there was a downside to this.
Not with the customers no. They were more than happy with any shape dancing around the poles or bouncing their juicy rears in a porn movie. The problem was with the imitation.
While changelings could take any form, meaning they could make up their own forms, it was far more attractive to shapeshift into a well-known or attractive figure for these activities. Depraved minds craved the excitement of seeing a pony they knew doing the most salacious of acts, shaking their rears on a strip pole, or even directly in their lap. Changelings were happy to provide, the additional excitement in their lust being quite the treat, not to mention the additional revenue they were milking from the higher price ponies were willing to pay for celebrity transformations.
As one could expect, there was an outcry for this. Ponies that were imitated and really didn’t want to have any part in this.
It got so bad that the Princesses of Equestria themselves had to step up to the plate.
So they came down on it with regulation. They didn’t want to destroy the industry and leave many of the changelings that were making their homes in Equestria homeless. It was a beneficial thing to do. So rules were set in place that calmed the storm.
Every imitation of a real pony had to be permitted by said pony. No permission meant no transformation. Furthermore, it was only allowed for activities that didn’t involve sex, and the changelings had to explicitly state that they were changelings and not the real deal.
The sex industry was less than happy with the no sex part especially, but had to abide by the rules, though there are some studios that moved their headquarters and production studios just outside of Equestria in neighboring countries to avoid legislation. Of course they are a minority still.
In any case, the breaking of those rules would lead to prosecution. It was set for now and nothing would be done about it. As the rules were strict, the ponies that had bemoaned it were happy enough mostly. Mostly, seeing as they would have been more happy with a complete crackdown.
All the same, those rules were now applied strictly. A list was created in which ponies could specifically consent to provide their forms to be imitated by changelings. That at least was something the sex industry agreed upon as they did like the idea of having such a saucy list. There was some excitement that came from the permission of having such forms used. A little thought that the mares and stallions on said list are delightfully perverted and get aroused at the thought of having their likeness used in such a way.
Curiously enough, the princesses as well as most of the Elements of Harmony could be found on that list, Celestia upon being questioned stating that she wanted to help out their new subjects in any way she could.
It was a curious situation, but in the end, things normalized and the changelings managed to provide well for themselves.
This included changelings like Cara as well. He was working in construction, and while not a normal changeling professional field, it was one with potential. The changeling in question could after all turn into a powerful minotaur or yak, for either lifting heavy objects or smashing through old concrete.
His colleagues appreciated him. Especially the mares that rather enjoyed looking at a strapped form clad in a tight tank top.
He heard quite a few sexual jokes at work regarding his abilities. Still, they were a lovely bunch despite, or maybe because of it. As it was his first pony job he had no real experience to compare it to other construction companies.
Cara enjoyed life quite thoroughly. He earned many friends, some closer to him than others and he was certainly meaning really close. It was making him feel like he was living the high life. There was a purpose to him. A purpose that was helpful to everyone around him. That was more than he could say about his old life back then as a soldier.
Feeling good as he was, he couldn’t help but be gleefully surprised when things turned out even better. After all, right now they were heading for the ‘Spreading Crown’. A high-end stripclub which they were visiting to celebrate their success.
They after all just finished a big commission for an expansion of the royal palace that netted them some big bonuses.
And everyone knows, if you got a big bonus, you might as well spend some of it to party. You only live once after all! Or that was that his colleagues told him.
Not to mention they loved the idea of blasting their money from the royal palace work in a high-end stripclub called the ‘Spreading Crown’. There was something funny about this.
Cara for one was eager to have such a big celebration as it was his first. This was also why it was a party for him as well, both as a new member and for his first big job. It was a reward well-earned.
They made it there in a reasonably enough time frame. The tall multi-storied building with its extravagant columns seemed more like something you would find in Cloudsdale. The walls itself behind the white columns were a luscious royal purple. The massive neon-sign above depicted some spread legs with a crown on top and the name of this establishment and between the legs of the neon mare to hide the more...raunchy bits. While it was extravagant it seemed almost out of place with the architecture. However this at least made sure that they were indeed at the right place.
The five ponies plus one changeling headed right in, pressing into the extravagant stripclub after confirming their reservation. A reservation needed. The place was big and, as it was a weekday, it meant there weren’t as many customers, making it more cozy with fewer ponies mingling about.
The main hall was big and, like the outside suggested, had a royal purple in its curtains as one of its main colors along with its white marble floor and walls with columns. It was an interesting design, an interesting concept. To the right were multiple walks with isles and stripper poles, while straight ahead was the bar. The left had some couches for relaxing as well as an area with a small pool.
It was a luxurious place and the carpet that was laid on the marble floor felt quite nice too. It didn’t take that long for his coworkers to be drawn to their respective areas of interest.
Hard Gulp went straight off to the bar to inspect the different drinks. Cushy Stud went for the relaxation area, seeming quite happy with the area of reprise, while some others like Spectacle Flash and Shiny Monsieur went to look at the different strippers. And then there was Pink Pedal...
“Let ‘em drop, Bluey! Woohoo!” the mare in question cheered, already with a cocktail in hand and ready to drink her ass off, while leering greedily at the changeling imitating Blueblood with an open shirt and some tight white pants, that did nothing to hide his bulge. He seemed to preen at the attention, managing quite well to capture that princely aura with a high and mighty attitude. He pulled off his shirt, snipping the mare on her snout with it with a smirk.
“You best know how to treat a prince, commoner!”
“Oh, YES! You best bet Imma be your commoner whole night long!”
Cara smirked, shaking his head. “To each their own.”
And his personal interests lay with the mares, as he was a lady’s man. So he joined Spectacle Flash and Shiny Monsieur in watching the professional female staff.
And there was quite the selection. Rainbow Dash in a skintight Wonderbolt’s outfit with nothing beneath, showing off her erect nipples and cameltoe in the most scandalous way that could be seen inside the stripclub, despite wearing the most clothing. Her A-cups were more modest, though her thin waist which gave her an alluring curve, cute butt and toned body were a delight. She was also smaller than the average mare, something that was also a nice trait for many a stallion. Athletic and yet with cute attributes, while showing more even while covered to draw in curious stallions. Quite an interesting but also successful strategy Cara imagined.
Her dance was fast and wild, using her wings as she kept in the air, holding the pole. Her legs then wrapped around it and she let her body arch back towards the spectators, smirking confidently as her small tits were shown off, though he imagined this position would gain more attention with bigger breasts. Then again, seeing her do such a position despite her cup-size was refreshingly confident and alluring as well.
Maud Pie was there too. Stony emotionless expression with smashing D-cups, trained thighs, light six-pack, slim waist, a large ass, and some incredibly alluring eyelashes. She wore a top that resembled her frock, albeit cut short, just hiding away her nipples and showing plenty of underboobs. A short skirt of the same color concealed her pie-class ass. Something that seems to run in the Pie family he has heard. A black string thong poked out from both sides above her skirt.
While they were all changelings, it did not detract from their performance at all. It actually just seemed to enhance it with the clear talent and training that went into their impeccable routine. And not just talent, but there was a certain uniqueness to it, as if they were perfectly imitating their disguises personalities into their dance. Where Rainbow’s dance was fast and wild, Maud’s dance was rocky. No pun intended. Her steps held weight. A weight that made her tits jiggle deliberately on each step. She pressed her tits against the pole, using her hands to squish them together at one point, clearly showing off her assets. Of course she made sure to swing her ass plenty, her tail seeming hypnotizing as she offered up all of her strong points to the audience.
And then there was a changeling girl. C-cups, wide hips, squishy ass, hourglass figure and an attractive face. She was rocking a sexy red dress that was slit down at one leg, to show off her juicy thighs. Then again, the skirt part of the dress ended mid-thigh, so it would have worked out regardless. It was wrapped around her tits, but had no straps and ended right above her nipples. The changeling girl wasn’t the tallest either, which seemed to give her a cockyness boost. At least that was the impression she left on him, making him wonder if height is correlating to cockyness. He knew Fluttershy was tall and she was more demure in nature. Not that it mattered with a changeling girl shaking her ass in his direction, smirking at him deliberately.
Seemed like she didn’t get changeling customers too often.
Spectacle elbowed him with a lecherous smile, “Seems like you are popular, newbie!”
Cara couldn’t help but titter. “I certainly don’t mind, with such a beauty.”
The changeling in question got in front of the pole, her arms gripping up behind her for the pole. Her legs were spreading as she slid down, pushing her lingerie-clad goods towards him.
“Good to see you do know quality then~” she said, staring at them with a smirk as the ponies were practically hypnotized by the sight.
Cara shrugged. “It comes with experience. And I have lots of field experience.”
Shiny Monsieur hummed in thought as he twirled his mustache, “We cannot deny that. Changelings certainly are quite popular, even after the regulations. And not just because of their transformative abilities. They helped develop exotic tastes in many a stallion which ended up including the changeling race. Yes. Truly a marvel of biology.”
Spectacle Flash chuckled at his coworker’s antics, “We all love our biology lessons, don’t we. It is the reason we came here~”
Cara for one playfully rolled his eyes at the two as the female changeling snickered, righting herself before elegantly fluttering off stage. They made room as she landed confidently in front of the two, hand on hip in a seductive pose, her full lips almost feeling like an invitation.
“Tolerating folk such as yourself are certainly welcome here. Of course, as long as you got the money to pay the bill~” she said with a wink to his friends, before focusing back on Cara. “And I myself am always happy to meet fellow changelings. Especially ones that tried to be more creative with their abilities and try to make headway into new different avenues. It is a good step in the right direction for us all if there are good examples of lings in our race showing that we can do more than just strip. Not that there is any wrong with stripping of course~”
“Amen!” Hard Gulp said, stumbling over with a keg in his hand, hugging him, already seeming lightly drunk. “Hard shells are really nice and cool to lean on during work in the heated sun!”
The distressed changeling tried to unwrap his way-too-touchy coworker from him as the female of his race chuckled.
“I guess it is one of our advantages. In any case, I do welcome you all to the Spreading Crown. Believe it or not, but I am running this establishment. My name is Ilium. I hope you will be enjoying your time here. After all, happy customers are returning customers~” she then looked to the hooting Pink Pedal that was still rather transfixed on a now shirtless Blueblood as he playfully opened his belt, “Though your friends seem to be plenty happy, so I think that shouldn’t be a problem.”
Cara had the good graces to blush at that. “Yeah...some of us are getting quite excitable.”
She waved him off with a smile, “That is why you are here, so no need to not get into the spirit of things. For now I have some things to set up. It was nice talking to you. I hope we get to have some more enjoyable talks in the future~”
“I hope so as well,” he said as he pushed Hard Gulp off towards Spectacle Flash.
She nodded towards him before moving away, her behind swaying deliciously as she went towards the stairs.
“I love this place!” Pink Pedal said with some underwear on top of her head as she ruffled Cara’s head. “You seem to be having fun too!”
Spectacle Flash nodded as he held Hard Gulp upright. “He does. That changeling girl was all over him.”
“Potential for the future,” Monsieur agreed, making Cara groan.
“Not really! Now how about you get back to your ‘Bluey’, while I lay back a bit with Cushy,” he said, nodding his head towards the lazy stallion in question.
Cushy Stud was laying on some softly padded beach lounger that was facing towards the pole area. It was almost a mattress with how thick it was as he simply chillaxed and watched the show. A silent stallion, though that was nice every once in a while too.
He was about to walk towards the free lounger, when Pink Pedal gripped his hand.
“You should enjoy yourself and life a little, you know?” she advised with a grin.
“I will. Just let me take things slow here.”
The mare mulled this over as she let go of his hand and grinned, “You can certainly try~ Just don’t get too comfortable.”
Cara blinked at her as she went back to Blueblood, before shrugging off her strange words and laying down next to Cushy on a lounger.
“Hm...This is really comfortable. Maybe I should look into acquiring one as well.”
The stallion next to him nodded in agreement with a lazy smile, making the changeling smile as well as he laid back and relaxed, his mind wandering.
Thinking about it, now that he had some peace and quiet there was something strange about this place. Something seemed...off. He couldn’t put his hand on what exactly. It was something he felt since entering. Or maybe it was a lack of something?
“Sir?”
Before he could fall too deeply into thought, a griffon employee in black pants, white shirt and bow asked for his attention.
Cara sat up, looking him over and tilting his head confused. “Yes?”
“Would you please follow me to your private show?”
“...Private show?”
“Your friends have paid for the Royal Course,” he said as a way of explanation as he saw the others looking towards him with smiles and smirks, making him groan.
“You in on this too Cushy?” he asked the stallion that was trying to suppress a smile. He simply shrugged as way of answer as the changeling sighed and stood up.
“Alright then. Seems like I won’t be able to lean back and relax after all,” he bemoaned as the amused griffon made a gesture with his head to follow him.
He led him up the stairs to the private booths. A hallway could be seen with many doors and he was led right to the door at the end of the first hallway.
The griffon opened it, letting him inside. It was a nice room, decked out in purple with a comfortable looking couch in front of a stage with a pole and curtains hiding the backstage area.
“Please take a seat. The show will start in a minute,” the employee told him, before quickly giving him a run down of the rules. No touching and the like. So common sense basically. After he was done he took his leave, bowing politely as the door clicked shut.
Seeing as he could do nothing else, Cara took a seat, sinking into the comfortable couch.
“Well, I guess I can relax here too,” he admitted as he leaned back, though somewhat curious and worried what would follow.
The lights in the room dimmed just as he thought that, while the one on the stage flipped on as soft music with a night theme began to play. The curtains pulled back, revealing none other than Princess Luna!
It was quite the look as well. Endearing B-cups, thick, juicy thighs, slim waist, plump rear and a cute face showed a perfect princess package. Cara was certain that only Princess Celestia and Fluttershy could trump that (aside from the cup-size difference), so he wasn’t complaining as she sashayed over to the pole with a black dress. It was sexy as it left her sides free, crossing over her tits and connecting at her neck, while the lower part turned into a short skirt that did little to hide the tasteful light blue panties she wore.
Once she reached the pole she stood in front of it, before her arms lifted and grabbing it behind her.
“We are a changeling,” she stated the mandatory line with a smile, even as Cara felt something off here as well.
The mare seemed to have written that off as nervousness as she started her private dance routine. Her hips swung left and right, her tail seemingly reaching out to him teasingly, but never reaching as she turned her backside to him and spread her wings. She shot herself into the air and used the momentum to swing in a circle around the pole as she slowly slid down, her ass clearly going in the changeling’s direction. She ended that movement while gripping the pole, stopping her circles, clamping her legs around it and letting go with her hands. This made her upper body fall backwards, her cute tits being pulled down by gravity as she was upside down, her chest protruding towards Cara.
“Enjoying the show?” she asked conversationally as her hands travelled to her hanging tits, squeezing them and showing off their softness, before pulling them to either side, almost making the dress spill out its precious cargo.
Cara was a bit distracted, so he took a moment to answer. The mare didn’t seem to have a problem with that as she likely was used to it and the clear stares he was sending her.
“I, uh, yeah. It is a bit...distracting.”
She smirked at that, flipping over and elegantly to her legs, her tail reaching out and this time tickling softly under his chin before leaving him be.
“We have been called many things during my life. And distracting…” she said, drawing it out with a titter, “was only one of them as we are sure you will find out~”
As if on cue she slipped out one arm from her dress, letting it dangle dangerously at one tit, almost revealing her nipple, though still showing off her areola. Despite that her movements didn’t slow as she was shaking her ass left and right, swinging it hypnotically as her hands grabbed the pole tightly, facing with her back to him as she slipped her over arm out.
Cara could see the top area of the dress dangling dangerously close to falling off her breasts, despite only seeing her back in that moment.
A moment that quickly passed.
She turned around with clear energy, her movements deliberate, shaking her rack and dislodging one erect nipple from the dress, while the other held firm.
More dancing followed as she jumped, swinging her body around and purposefully dislodging her dress further, making momentum pull it down bit by bit, before she landed, making her tits jiggle alluringly.
Hips swung, legs moved, hands caressed the pole, as the mare pushed her ass out. Then her hands went to the dress, slowly and deliberately pulling it down over her heart-shaped ass.
It revealed her panties as she finally freed herself from the restricting piece of cloth.
She turned back to him, her finger pulling on the waistband of her light blue panties, snapping it on her hips. She did so a few times before pulling them down a bit and presenting her slit as one hand rubbed over it, her hips pressed forward in his direction.
Her hand rubbed over it in a circle for a bit, drawing his gaze at it, before she pulled her panties down all the way slowly. After that she smiled teasingly as her hoof lifted and playfully swung them right on the surprised changeling’s face.
Cara could practically smell the arousal on them as the mare spread her wings and softly fluttered off the stage, before slowly sauntering over to him with a noticeable sway to each step, drawing one's gaze to her hips. Now fully naked she put her hands on the back of her head, wildly swinging her body around as she stood directly in front of him, seeming to enjoy his stares immensely.
Once she had enough she turned around, showing off her cute ass as her hands travelled to her fluffy wings. Her fingers pressed down upon certain points and joints making her moan out whorishly as her pussy seemed to heat up, starting to glisten softly in arousal.
It made Cara wonder if this was a normal thing strippers did. He thought it stayed with dancing as this seemed to slowly get into borderline masturbation territory.
A borderline she was crossing in quick strides as her hand suddenly went to her flower as she turned around, showing off. She stroked it, her fingers tickling along the soft outline in the middle. It was threatening to dip into her pussy and would with that stop all pretenses that she wasn’t masturbating right in front of him.
And the mare seemed to want to go further and any other stallion would most certainly agree to it as well...but Cara couldn’t.
“Wait,” he called out, making her stop and look upon the nervous changeling in confusion as she softly panted.
He felt it. He felt it strongly nagging at the back of his head still as he looked her over, silence stretching on for a moment before he opened his mouth again.
“...You’re not a changeling, are you?”
The dark mare was shocked upon hearing this, her breathing stilling for a moment.
“...Why would you say that?” she finally asked. A question Cara already expected. He took a breath before launching into an explanation.
“I didn’t feel it. Didn’t sense any disguised changelings. We can feel each other and I already had something nagging at the back of my head from the moment I entered. Call it natural instinct or evolutionary trait. The scientists never quite agreed on that. Either way, I just now realized what it was that was occupying my mind. None of the ponies here, aside from the undisguised changeling manager, are changelings. Blueblood isn’t one. Maud isn’t one. Rainbow isn’t one…and you aren’t one.”
She mulled it over for a moment, silence stretching on for what seemed like an eternity, before she finally nodded as her wings spread out further in a majestic display. Or a majestic display as an alicorn can deliver while being buck-naked and touching her cunt.
“Indeed. None of us are changelings, though only the club staff knows about it, aside from us dancers of course. We all have our reasons for it. Some are exhibitionists, wanting to feel the lecherous stares prickling upon our skin, without judgement. Others enjoy riling customers up, popping boners as they say left and right to confirm their own sexiness and gain approval to boost confidence in their appearances. And then there are the ones that simply are in it for the bits. There is no judgement or ill-will between us dancers and we respect each other, no matter why we do it. Each reason is valuable to us.”
The now confirmed alicorn’s eyes flitted over to him in a neutral expression.
“Now...what do you intend to do with this information?”
It was a clear demand to know his intentions on the matter. And while she wasn’t being threatening about it, Cara still felt some unease settle in.
“Nothing, really,” he admitted, shrugging. “I don’t want Princess Celestia shooting me to the moon with a canon, thank you very much!”
That added bit of levity made Luna crack a little grin upon her muzzle.
“Oh, sister doesn’t really need a canon for that~”
“My point still stands,” the changeling said shrugging, “Don’t matter how she moves my behind up on the moon. The moon is still the moon. Doesn’t sound like a place anypony would like to have a prolonged stay on.”
Luna gave him a disgruntled look, making him tilt his head for a moment in question, before it dawned on him.
“Ohhhhh. Uh...no offense? I mean, um, the moon is certainly...breathtaking this time of the year?”
A snort escaped her lips.
“If it helps. I find it very arousing to know that the real moon princess is dancing for me. I always preferred your cuter smaller behind, compared to your oversized sisters.”
“Really now?” she asked, seeming amused and curious by this response as Cara nodded.
“Yup. I mean, it is quite arousing in itself that real famous ponies are doing this on their own volition. So that it is you stacks up on that additionally and I do appreciate to have you doing a dance for me against payment.”
He chuckled after that, making Luna quirk a brow.
“I really love you doing this, though I have to admit that I find the thought funny of marching up to Celestia and pointing a hoof at you for stating you are a changeling and possibly breaking a law with that.”
“We art, pardon, are sure that would be a very short-lived amusement,” Luna noted with a slight glare, making Cara chuckle now a bit more nervously.
“I-I am aware. Like I said, I won’t tell. Again, the last thing I want is getting the ire of THAT mare,” he told her shivering. “She seems like the dangerous kind if angered, while you always were more relatable and cute, hence why you are my favorite. Even more so now.”
The mare blushed and smiled, her chest swelling at the positive attention and possibly at hearing that he did prefer her over her sister by far.
“You know, we were always an honest mare. That is why we do like honest ponies, or changelings as the case may be. And your patronage to the moon is something that we find should be...rewarded.”
“A reward?” Cara noted curiously.
“Oh yes. We do have a secret of our own, you see,” she said with an eager glint to her eye, “Maybe you noticed, but we are a slight...nymphomaniac. We revel in all things sexual. And we believe you don’t mind that and do enjoy...the finer arts yourself. So we will grant you a more hands-on-dance. All for our helpfully silent little changeling subject.”
She winked and the message was clear. This mare wanted this, though normally couldn’t get as far because of her bigger sister’s rules. Now however she did have an excuse to take it a step further, simply to point at him and say, if it came out, that she was buying his silence.
Hopefully her big sister would never find out about this. Cara didn’t particularly care to see if Princess Celestia was an overprotective big sister type.
“Just give me a moment,” she told him, quickly getting to the door and opening it. She whispered something to the staff member waiting there before Cara heard him walking off and leaving them some privacy. Probably telling him that this will take longer and that she would appreciate it if he left her to it. Or so Cara assumed.
“Now that this is taken care of,” the alicorn started as she closed the door and turned back to him with a sly smile, “why don’t you lose those pesky clothes of yours? Your princess will need some room to work with.”
The changeling quickly got it all off. It was hard to deny that he was looking forward to anything she might have planned. Not every day you could get intimate with a mare as unreachable, beautiful and cute as her.
The moon princess seemed pleased at his eagerness as she turned her back to him and sat down slowly and deliberately on his lap, her wings tucked between them and pressing into his chest. Her pussy lips were sitting on his sheath as his round-tipped cock was already slipping out.
She purred as she felt it glide along her sensitive nethers, turning her head sideways so one eye stared seductively at him.
“You are free to touch us wherever you want. After all, we have to pay the price for your silence. And no pony or changeling in this case can gauge that better than you~”
Another invitation. An invitation not to hold back. If he had ever any doubts they vanished right then and there, especially as her hands gripped his dick and started to idly stroke it as she waited for him to fondle her to his heart's desire.
So he did. His hands traveled up to her cute B-cups, grabbing them and getting a good feel of those perky breasts. Luna seemed to moan out in approval. His fingers pinched her nipples, twisting them, making her bite her lip, muffling another moan.
“Forward now, aren’t you? You know, our whole body is a free-for-all zone right now. You can touch whatever you so desire, my loyal little changeling~” she coaxed, making his dick twitch in her grip, some precum forming on the tip and trailing down his length.
So his hands went up, stroking along her shoulders and arms, before dipping back and then going to her waist and belly stroking it. Then her ass, giving it a nice little squeeze before her legs and then her thighs. His hands rubbed up and down, on occasion touching her slit. Then one of his hands went back up, brushing along her neck, and then her soft star-filled mane, enjoying the otherworldly feeling of it. Before long though he went to stroke along her cheek, making the mare purr.
“Open up, Princess,” he said, sounding just as seductive as her in his own neediness and the princess obliged, making him insert two fingers into that wet and hot maw.
Luna instantly wrapped her lips around it, sucking on those fingers sensually, as if they were a cock. It was easy to imagine too and quite tempting as he teased her along her thigh.
His fingers swirled around, while pistoning in and out, with the blue mare moaning in clear approval.
Then his one hand went from her thigh to her wet dripping slit. Even without him touching it directly, he could feel hot slick drops of arousal raining slowly down on his shaft. There was no way for him to hold back.
His palm touched her honey pot, feeling the hot wetness on it as he started to softly rub it. Luna seemed rather happy as she softly humped into it while he pulled his fingers from her lips with a wet pop.
As tantalizing as her mouth was, he wanted to feel more of her, so he let his hands travel over her breasts and belly again, down to her clit, teasing it, pressing, pinching, twisting, pulling and overall just using his skills to know what would get her off fastest, while letting her hands stroke his dick jerkily in clear elation.
His head leaned forward and around, his mouth encompassing her tit, suckling on it as his tongue flicked on her nipple, before giving it a soft nibble.
Another area to stimulate, and another tingle that ran down the princess’s spine pleasingly. His hand that was rubbing her flower meanwhile, pressed more into the wet area, a finger pressing into the groove, dipping in very lightly to trail along it, making Luna’s breath hitch as she instantly pushed down to force it in.
He however pulled back, making her whinny in protest as he chuckled.
“Y-You love to tease me, don’t you?”
“I do. Whenever would I get the chance to do this to the most adorable princess again? I have to savor every second of you and your delicious body~” he purred after pulling his mouth off her breasts, making the princess smile shyly as her cheeks flushed.
“It can’t be helped then...continue.”
That is what he did, black lips setting on her nipple again to bite and suckle it, together with clit teasing and finger dipping. All to slowly drive the princess towards a climax.
She seemed competitive though, her soft elegant fingers wandering over his length while one hand teased the round tip, trying to milk him.
It was something he was happy with, and as such he upped his game, inserting two fingers into her, making her moan.
“T-Thou art cheating,” she accused, albeit taking no action to stop him.
“I aim to please,” Cara countered, licking her areola, making the mare giggle.
“We bet you do.”
Her horn started to glow, a nice shade of blue like the night itself. The changeling could feel the tingle on his balls as they were gripped softly and then massaged. No, it was more than a simple massage. It was a construct. The magic formed two bodies, mimicking Luna’s own in shape as the heads of those started to lap and suckle on them. His nutsack was getting plenty of attention as those tongues and mouths even felt wet on his large orbs.
The right one was bathed with a velvety soft tongue in this magical drool, while the other managed to engulf his left one completely to suck and let her tongue slide along it, weighing it on the appendage, teasing him.
There was no fighting the groan that escaped his lips as his two fingers pistoned in and out, more arousal from the mare dripping on his shaft and balls.
Despite the advantage Luna had with her magic, Cara had the experience, his fingers easily finding any pleasure spots as his head dived back on that beautiful B-cup to ravage it with his nibbles.
His finger hooked into her, forcing another whinny from her as he was driving her close. Her body bounced into the wet appendages, and right as she was getting close...he pulled out.
“Nay! Why stop now!” the mare protested, biting her lips and shuddering.
“Do you want to experience some real magic?” Cara suddenly asked, strings of drool connecting his face to her breast.
Luna looked back at him curiously, wondering what he meant, but nodding all the same at the mere implication of something better.
“...We shall allow this then. Pray tell, what is this magic you had in mind?”
“Turn around and unfurl your wings,” he stated bluntly, while the night alicorn instantly got a twinkle in her eye, seeming to understand.
So she stood up for a moment and her body turned around, her soft hands leaving his dick and her majestic soft wings unfurling once again. Strangely enough for her Cara didn’t start immediately after she sat back down, instead taking her right wing to place it on his dick that was now sandwiched between the two.
“Might as well,” he said shrugging, as Luna raised an amused brow at him. Not that she minded as she did move her wing, following his unspoken request for a wingjob.
The changeling groaned, quickly putting one hand on each wing, starting right at the base, fiddling around a bit between the feathers before pressing down.
Luna squealed out in surprise, a wet splatter of her juices hitting the floor as her magic almost faltered, the magic constructs lapping at his balls close to collapsing for a moment there.
A soft blush crossed her cheeks at the undignified sound, but also clear excitement as her soft wing gripped his dick tighter and moved faster.
“Y-You are quite knowledgeable about wings,” she said, after recovering from her mini-climax.
She thought she knew every pleasure point in them, but the changeling seemed to have easily proven her wrong by applying pressure on another. He was already back to massaging her wings, this time being softer as he rubbed and tightened his grip a bit on a few more familiar ones.
“I have too. I was one of the changelings that had to gather love back in the day, so I studied a lot of anatomy and tried out a lot of different practices. I preferred ponies with wings the most. It was rather fascinating to see them react to a wing massage.”
“...We are tempted to make you our royal masseuse,” Luna stated matter-of-factly, before shuddering as he massaged a joint, more juices dripping from her puffy pussy lips.
“To be fair, chances are it would lead to us two ending up in a bed more often than not,” he quipped back, making the lunar mare smirk.
“We wouldn’t mind~”
They carried on like this, Luna stroking his dick with her wing and using her magic constructs on his by now in magical drool drenched balls. The night princess found it rather remarkable how the changeling made her feel even better from massaging her wings than from fingering her royal muffin. It took some skill and she always appreciated stallions with merit.
His hands seemed to move in a fluent motion, going over the sensitive areas in her wing with clear purpose, never dwelling too long in pressing her buttons, quite literally, as every part of her body was set on fire.
Hot pants escaped her muzzle, needy and eager. And Cara loved seeing that smoldering expression on her as well as how skillfully and hurriedly the soft cocoon was encompassing his rock-hard cock.
Cara then let go of her wing that was pleasuring his shaft, instead shoving four fingers right into her pussy, drawing another whinny out the mare, while his other hand pressed on another hidden pleasure spot, making the princess’s legs almost buckle.
And this time the changeling wasn’t letting up.
No matter how much her twat was drooling down onto her thighs and his hand, he simply pushed on, while his hand seemed to pleasure her wing ceaselessly.
Luna tried to keep up, her wings moving erratically as her wing feathers were slick with his hot translucent precum by now.
And then she screamed out as her orgasm crashed down on her mind, her body trembling as a spray of her juices splattered noisily on the ground, her body and wings tense, her wing giving a few last strong strokes as she was riding it out.
Those last strokes were all he needed.
Cara couldn’t hold any longer, groaning as his hips humped up into the soft prison of her feathery wing, slimy sperm shooting out of his dick and into her feathers. The princess delighted in the knowledge that she still managed to bring him to orgasm as much as the perverted feeling of her wing being drowned in the white seed. It just made her cum all the harder, increasing her bliss considerably.
As her wing was drenched, it slipped as his cock pushed past her wing cocoon as a few more messy spurts hit her chest, painting it as well. The volume made sure that her chest looked like she had taken the full load of him as much as her ruined wing, making the mare marvel at this show of clear virility.
Luna actually wobbled now, her magical constructs gone from his balls as she felt a bit overwhelmed by it all, though before she could fall over she could feel the changeling grab her body and turned her around, pulling her with her back against his chest, her pussy pressing against the still hard rounded shaft, wedging it a bit open.
It felt comfortable to the panting and sweating mare, so she leaned back into him without hesitation.
Luna had a wide smile on her face as she was drooling slightly, her eyes half-lidded and a red blush covering her cheeks. She was practically melting from the pleasure she had received right now and they didn’t even get to the main course yet!
It made the dark mare eager for more, though she felt that a moment of rest was appropriate. More so for the changeling’s sake than her own as even such a lusty race like them had refractory periods, albeit shorter than the other races.
Once her hard pants went down to a manageable level, she still had to ask something though.
“W-Where have you learned to do such fucking fantastic things?” she asked, even swearing to put a stronger emphasis on just how good he was making her feel. One of the rare times she swore too.
She was tempted more and more to abuse her power and pull him into her service as a royal masseuse. Surely she could hide it from her sister…
“I had some experience,” Cara started, mulling her question over properly, “Both genders too, as I am bisexual. And that was even before I learned to transform. So, I started out early, first with changelings and the wings we have, testing things out on myself too, before moving further as I was sent out in the field. My first dispatchment was in the griffon kingdom, so I became a natural with feathery wings. Changelings have a natural ability to find pleasure spots to make our prey more compliant, and this innate ability coupled with my experiences helped me become quite advanced and one of the higher-tier love collectors.”
The night princess listened avidly to his explanation and felt more interested in his race than she had prior. This continued on for a while with Luna asking questions and Cara answering them honestly.
Luna then scooped up some cum from her chest with her slimy wing and ate it idly, her long tongue lapping over her messy wing eagerly.
The changeling was transfixed at that.
“Can I have a taste too?”
Suffice to say that the alicorn was a bit surprised by that question, staring at him as he shrugged.
“If others get to swallow my sperm, why can’t I do so as well?”
Luna wasn’t aware how much this was turning her on until she actually imagined it. So she took her wing in her mouth and slurped it up, making sure her mouth was filled to the brim with his load, some of his seed running down her chin as she turned around on him so they were face to face. Then she leaned in and Cara accepted her.
His hands moved over her ass as their lips met. The dark blue mare opened her mouth, letting his payload swap over into his mouth, making him moan out as he was gripping and spreading her ass cheeks.
He then explored her mouth, his tongue lapping against hers as they intertwined, Luna accepting him as he was lapping up the cum from her mouth in a messy french kiss that was staining both of their faces as some of it leaked out between them.
His hands went over her cutie marks by then, massing those spots and making Luna shudder at the intimate touch, humping his body.
The changeling’s hard shaft twitched up against her pussy as it was wedged against it and her ass, seemingly more than ready for another round as Cara gulped down a thick load of his own. He seemed to almost want to steal his cum from her with how he was sucking the mare’s tongue, taking it all in. And Luna let it happen, allowing him to swallow and lick her mouth clean.
Of course this was enough of him taking the lead for her, so once her mouth was clean did she pull off while giving him a smirk and caressing his cheek.
“Now then, ready for another round?” she purred, her hands wrapped around his neck and Cara nodded with a smile.
“Good,” she said, turning back around, but making sure to keep her hands around his neck. She gave his cheek a kiss with a cocky smile. “We believe it is time to change things up. This could hardly be called a reward for a loyal subject if you take the lead all the time and make us enjoy this more than you do. So it is our time to shine now. Just relax and enjoy yourself~”
After that she let go of his neck to sit upright, lifting from his lap to position her sopping slit over his round-tipped dong. She was going to ride him cowgirl style. She was going to give him the ride of his life and show him that he had chosen her correctly as his favorite princess over his sister and the others.
She would make sure he would only ever see her as the best princess.
With that she slowly lowered herself on him, her pussy parting and swallowing his prick with ease.
It was just the right proportion of size and girth. Especially considering a nasty experience she had with a very well-endowed yak before.
“Just how perfect can you be,” the mare muttered, loving as well as marvelling how perfect of a match he was for her.
Cara kept still, enjoying the view of the alicorn’s backside very much. Just as much as the feeling of her wet pussy pulling him in as she sunk down, only stopping once she rested on his body.
Luna wasted no time and as soon as she managed to cram it all into her starts to softly and slowly bounce on his dick in well-practiced hypnotizing movements. She was gyrating her hips with clear expertise, giving her all to make the changeling have the best sexual experience of his life.
After a while of her ministrations she stopped for a moment, resting with his shaft in balls-deep and enjoying his pulsing member as she looked back at him with a radiant smile.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked the panting changeling who nodded, making the princess’s smile widen as she leaned back into him. “We are glad to hear it. Now, why don’t you put those expert hands to good use? This is your reward after all and you are allowed to touch me in any way you deem fit,” she offered, before lifting herself up again, while remaining in her slightly reclined position.
Cara didn’t need any more encouragement, his arms embracing her waist and enjoying its soft feel. They of course didn’t stay like that, quickly traveling up to her beautiful mounds and kneading them lustfully.
The night princess certainly liked his obsession over them. Even more so as she felt inadequate with her B-cups as a regal alicorn while her sister was sporting F-cups.
She felt wanted by him, every part of her body perfect for him and needed for his pleasure. It made her feel rather prideful and happy, albeit this didn’t mean that she sped up. The mare kept her slow pace, wanting to enjoy and prolong this as long as possible.
Edging the changeling seemed like a good way to give him the best orgasm she could provide him with. A bit tantalizing and yet effective. He didn’t seem to complain either as he groaned, letting her take the lead and not trying to push for more.
A patient stallion, Luna certainly could dig that.
While one of his hands was still fondling her left breast, the other went down to stroke her thigh, making her purr in pleasure. His grip got a bit harder on her, showing that she was driving him wild even as he was patiently waiting for her to increase her speed.
“Please turn around Luna,” he suddenly asked, making the mare quirk a brow as she looked back at him. “I do rather enjoy your backside, but seeing your front is just as good if not better. I want to see your aroused face,” the changeling explained, and who was Luna to deny her loyal subject such an earnest request?
Cara let go of her body as she swung her legs around, skillfully never pulling his pole out of her while doing so. The drill-like movement was slow, deliberately and painfully so, but it only added to the pleasure both felt. Her hands then wrapped around his neck, while sending him a smoldering gaze as she started to move her beautiful ass again.
He looked back, admiring her body and making her flush at the attention as he was ogling her like she was the most beautiful mare in all of Equestria.
Cara then pulled his face into her breasts, slathering them up before latching onto her right one, suckling it softly. The teeth grazing her fur made the mare tremble in excitement, a sense of artificial danger setting in considering the sharp fangs he had. His strong hands cupped her ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze as his hot rod was sliding in and out of her easily.
One hand went to her dock, holding and then pinching it softly, wrestling a guttural moan from the dark mare’s lips.
“You know how to treat a princess,” she complimented him, her pace increasing a bit to reward his efforts as he pulled his maw off her by now drool-covered tit.
His eyes locked with hers before his arms let go of her only to pull her tightly against him.
The mare squeaked in surprise, only to be silenced as he forcefully and eagerly pressed his lips into her. Luna melted at his assertion, though wasn’t about to just let him take the lead yet again, so she nibbled on his lips, earning a groan of approval as his tongue pushed into her mouth. She denied him though, her own tongue pushing his back and then into his mouth, exploring it and loving the still lingering taste of his spunk she found as she took control.
Drool leaked between their muzzles as they wetly kissed each other, Luna increasing the speed more, her hips squelching each time her pussy swallowed up his round-tipped cock.
There was no holding back any more. No way she would stop now. She wanted to make this changeling cum. She wanted to feel that hot changeling sperm deep inside her, so she moved her hips faster and faster as she looked into his eyes needily.
His own showed just as much need as his hands went over her back and up to her wings, one on each wing, not minding that his one hand got quite messy from the slimy cum-covered wing.
Cheating. She felt like he was cheating with his oh so skillful hands as he was molesting her wings. Princess Luna of course was not one to simply give in, so her ass crashed down into his dick, her walls clenching and milking him for all she was worth.
Their lips parted, wet strings of drool connecting the panting pair. They felt hot, their breaths, bodies, everything.
By that point Cara started to thrust up into her bounces, both hips meeting with loud smacks in the middle, driving his rod as deep as it would go with each new plunge.
Pants and moans were echoing in the room along with the wet squelches of their lovemaking. Hot throbbing cock, clamping leaking pussy walls. It all build up into an unavoidable crescendo.
And then both of them hit their climax, Luna doing so a bounce sooner than Cara, who humped up into her and groaned as his balls clenched, ready to blow his load as the regal princess’s hips crashed down into him, both intent to go as deep as possible.
He could feel her juices spraying over him, bathing his balls in its hot sticky warmth, before his own voluminous slimey load burst from his cock.
Luna enjoyed the feeling of his hot seed immensely as it was pushed up into her womb, filling it. The dark mare couldn’t help but feel amused by the thought of being bred by the changeling, even though he couldn’t even if he wanted to, seeing as she kept a contraceptive spell on her at all times. But maybe that could be a fun idea for the future~ Her sister’s face would be most glorious!
It certainly made her feel heated, as pleasure tingled up along her spine, overloading her brain in the most blissful ways possible. Her face was practically melting with pleasure as she screamed out loudly her approval, the pinching of her dock by the changeling heightening this sensation even more.
The changeling was the same, groaning, moaning and humping up into her like some wild horny animal, trying to prolong the ecstasy as much as he could. It took over a minute before both of them were finished, tense muscles relaxing as they both slumped, Luna doing so right into his chest.
The loud cacophony of slaps and orgasmic cries ceased as only hot pants remained.
It took a moment before either of them could say anything, Cara being the one to respond first.
“I will need to save money for this Royal Course again,” he said with a dopey smile, making the night princess titter.
“We don’t think that it would be right to make you pay, after you have brought us such great pleasure. There was this thought earlier about maybe making you a royal masseuse…”
“I am not sure I could just quit my job with all of my coworkers.”
“It could be a job on the side,” Luna amended with a smug smile, “We have to keep an eye on you. Not that you run off and tell anypony our secret, no?”
“...I guess so. I will be in your care then.”
“And I will be in yours my loyal subject~” she purred, nuzzling his cheek lovingly, the changeling enjoying the feeling of her soft fur rubbing along it.
They continued to chat up some more. Talking about their interests as well as his schedule for this new side job. Cara knew he was going to be a lot more busy in the future, though looking at the happy and satisfied princess before him, he most certainly didn’t mind.