Wow this thing just changed
In Ponyville Rarity was struggling with a bit of a crisis with her friends, she has held this secret for a very long time. One she has kept hidden from most because she fears of being different. She isn’t a unicorn per se but rather a changeling! She has kept up the appearance of a unicorn stylist thanks to her changeling shapeshifting. The only ones who know are her own family who are baffled by this odd phenomenon. But so far the working conclusion is her great, great grandmother may have gotten a bit frisky with a changeling, thus resulting in the potential for one of her grandchildren to pass on the genetic makeup of a changeling which could leave the chance for one of them to be a changeling.
Which resulted in Rarity being one of the lucky descendants to be passed down this genetic trait. Her parents luckily were able to explain to her why she possesses such abilities along with that of a unicorn. And thankfully Rarity has used that very well, forgetting all about her changeling traits she has and shunning them away and diving deep into her work, to distract her from the fact.
And thus it had worked well until a spark of curiosity hit her. She had heard about this new farm opening and how many of the workers there on said farm were changelings and even more how Queen Chrysalis was spotted coming and going from there a few times. To which Rarity researched the farm to learn that it was a family run business that specialize in milk and magical potions too. Owned by a couple named Red Magma a unicorn and Hollow Armour a changeling. And all the others are apparently their offspring who help run the farm.
Rarity then wanted to ask Hollow how she should handle her changeling roots, considering Hollow has been all but accepted by the residents of Ponyville along with her children.
However Rarity didn’t exactly feel comfortable just going up and knocking on their door to ask about it so she had cleverly thought up a kind of ruse to not make it so obvious as to her intentions.
“Hmmm I am not sure this shade of color would suit this outfit,” Rarity says going back to her sketching table to sketch out a dress. Her clever idea was to offer up outfits perfect for the type of farming they do up there. Making sure they are both stylish and durable for their line of work.
It also helps for her whole springtime catalogue theme being all about the working pony, making clothes with a more comfortable fit and more breathable. So she is able to kill two birds with one stone.
“No no, this won’t work uuuugh!” she complains ripping the page out of her sketchbook and balling it up and tossing it in the trash before starting over. It was already late into the night but she was determined to get this done as soon as possible.
Eventually at about four in the morning she finishes her designs and gets some shut eye, now ready to put her plan into action.
The morning sun's warmth beams over Ponyville awakening all the denizens and inviting them out to enjoy the day.
“Grrrrr stupid sun go away!” Rarity complains using her magic to close the curtains and help darken the room so she can continue her sleeping. “Better,” she retorts before snoozing off for a few more hours.
A little after midday Rarity awakens from her slumber and quickly gets dressed, eager to head out to the famous Milk Mine and get some advice as well as make a good business transaction.
After a bit of a trek through Ponyville she finally arrives at the farmland both Hollow and Magma own.
Walking under the large sign and up to the farm house before giving a raspy knock on the door.
The door swings open with a rather uninterested gothic changeling with purple hair standing there. She was wearing shorts that emphasised a particular bulge and a top that barely covered her bosom that read ‘bitch’ in bold letters.
“Who the fuck are you and what do you want?” she asks Rarity rather rudely.
“Ahaha how charming…” Rarity responds. “I’m looking for Hollow Armour,” she asks politely, trying to keep her sales face on.
“Mom!” the uninterested changeling yells. “Some stuck up sales cunt is at the door asking for you!” she adds before walking off.
Eventually a very shapely changeling walks up to the door.
“Come in please, I am Hollow,” she greets inviting Rarity in.
Rarity and Hollow then go into the living room sitting down on a big comfy couch.
“So how can I help you miss…?” Hollow trails off.
“Rarity, I am here to make you an offer for some farmhand designs,” she says with a winning smile, hiding her true intentions. “I have some sketches here that I am sure you will find absolutely fetching for your line of work,” she informs the bug handing her the sketches she compiled. “I assure you these outfits are one hundred percent functional for your line of work,” Rarity adds, puffing her chest with pride, while Hollow flips through the sketches.
“Well they are nice but they aren’t necessarily functional for our line of work,” Hollow says handing back the papers.
“Beg your pardon?” Rarity asks, feeling she had a surefire deal.
“Come with me,” Hollow says, leading her out of the farmhouse.
The two entered the barn where Hollow showed at the pumping station with his cock all hooked up but snoozing away was Magma.
“Wh-what is this?” Rarity asks flushed red.
“Simple, we provide both milk and cum to make potions,” Hollow explains. “Or just them regularly for anypony who wants it,” Hollow adds.
“I see and he is…?” Rarity asks fully flushed.
“Magma, our main stud,” Hollow states walking over to the cock milker but noticing it is set on the lowest setting which feels like a gentle suckle. Hollow smirks before cranking the dial all the way to a setting labeled as “Succubus soul sucker” and the machine works it into high gear.
“Wha-what the!?” Magma says snapping awake and feeling the light suction turn into a vacuum like one. “H-Hollow why are you doing this to me!?” he asks now feeling like the machine is trying to suck his nuts out of his rod.
“Remember no sleeping on the job,” Hollow titters before turning back to the now red marshmallow. “Now you see why they won't. We need quick and easy access to our fun bits here,” Hollow explains. “But I have a feeling that isn’t why you came here, right?” she asks her flat out.
“Wha-what do you mean?” Rarity asks, confused.
“I can sense it a little bit,” Hollow points out. “You are a changeling aren’t ya?” She says with a smug smirk.
“H-how did you?” Rarity stammers out.
“It’s part of my magic,” Hollow says pointing at her horn. “So what do you really want aside from selling me clothes I have no need for?” Hollow asks before sitting down next to Magma who looks like he’s in a great deal of painful pleasure at his cock being sucked in the machine.
“W-well yes I am part changeling and was hoping to ask your advice on what I should do about it,” she asks the bug. “I don’t know if it would be best to simply be more open with it or continue to hide it,” Rarity says unsure of what to do.
“Well that is an easy one,” Hollow giggles as Magma howls cumming from the machine’s powerful suctions. “You want them to accept you for you, so learn to love your inner changeling,” she explains patting Magma’s head in approval as he discharges his load into the machine to then later be used to fill up some bottles.
“That makes sense,” Rarity agrees. “But how will I learn to accept it?” she asks curiously.
“Well how about I show you how us changelings have fun,” Hollow says with a devious grin looking at Magma who manages to now detach his dick from the machine.
“Oh you mean…” Rarity trails off picking up on the lewd buggo’s train of thought.
“First let’s put your powers to the test, can you do this?” Hollow asks as she strips naked and puffs her chest out before Rarity’s eyes and her massive mammaries grow several sizes.
“Umm I never really tried,” Rarity says, taking off her blouse and exposing her own chest pillows.
“Just focus on trying to make them the same size as mine,” Hollow advised her. To which Rarity closed her eyes imagining the size in her mind and tapping into her dormant changeling powers, and she is able to make her ample bosom grow a few sizes not as big as Hollow’s currently but close to how Hollow had them before.
“Not bad,” Hollow says with an approving low whistle. “Now how about we add some junk to our trunks,” Hollow says before giving a lot more padding to her already fat ass.
“O-okay,” Rarity stammers trying to mimic the same thing once again but this time on her rear. Which to great success she adds some slight more wobble to her booty.
“Alright nice work,” Hollow says, giving Rarity’s new assets a smack to feel the soft plush wobble. “Now let’s give him a tittyfuck of a lifetime that only changelings can do~” Hollow says as the two walk up to him still panting and rubbing his now sore cock.
With nowhere to go and no time to run the two pounce at him and before long his little friend is surrounded by soft titflesh with the two of them beginning to jack him off with said melons.
“Are all stallions this large?” Rarity asks working her chesticles.
“Well depends,” Hollow states. “Just thank the fact Amazonians are size queens,” Hollow informs her.
As the two continue to slide their sweater stretchers along his meat pole, drawing out some of his pre cum from this endeavor. Hollow extends her tongue using her changeling powers to make it longer as she laps up the pre forming on his blunt tip. Seeing this, Rarity reaches down to massage Magma’s poor nuts carefully caressing them with her playful hand and giving the occasional squeeze.
“Nnngh gonna bust if you keep this up,” he warns the duo which only results in them redoubling their efforts, eager to make him erupt.
“Come on let all that hot seed out all over our tits~” Hollow teases flicking her now lengthened tongue across his tip.
“Here it comes,” he forworns them as his sack tightens in Rarity’s grip and cum rushes out of his cock and literally erupts and rains down on their massive boobage. The two mares stick out their tongues catching the occasional stray blast on their tongues giving them a bit of a taste of his fresh nut butter.
After a while his orgasm dies down and they remove their cum coated tits from his shaft, but soon replace it with their wobbly bottoms.
“Next up let’s give him the same treatment with our asses!” Hollow cheers.
“Of course my fellow changeling!” Rarity responds
“Celestia help me,” Magma cries out as the two begin grinding their derrieres against his tender rod once more. He is utterly helpless against these two changelings and will be stuck for a while.