Pilot: Bug Bitten
***A Patriot Pony Production***
Button Mash waved over his shoulder to Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom as he walked down the corridor of the schoolhouse to the main entrance. “Bye, guys! I’ll see ya’ tomorrow.”
Stepping outside, he took in a deep breath of the warm, afternoon air, readying himself for the long walk home. Before he could begin, however, he was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder. The young stallion spun around to find his mother, Cream Heart standing behind him, wearing a wide smile on her face.
“Hi, sweetie! How was school?”
Button glanced back at the doors of the schoolhouse, then back at Cream Heart. He could have sworn he hadn’t seen her before, but more surprising than that, she’d never met him outside of the school before. “It was alright, mom... What are you doing here, though? I thought you’d be at home.”
She smirked at him, placing her hands squarely on her hips. “Every day, you walk home by yourself. I just thought I’d walk with you this time. Is that a problem?” He didn’t answer. There wasn’t a reason he could come up with to keep him from going with her. “Now, come here and give me a hug.”
Cream Heart put her arms over his shoulders and pulled him into an awkward embrace. Now, Button was really concerned. It wasn’t just his mother’s scent, which was way off, but she had never held him so strangely before. She fumbled him as though she’d never held her own son before.
“Hey, mom... Can we get going? I’ve got a lot of homework to do.” He looked up at her, and her eyes met his. Then, he saw something deeply troubling. Her smile was every bit as friendly as it always had been, but there was a green shimmer in her eyes. Cream Heart’s eyes were blue. Button gasped. “You’re not my mom...”
Her eyes began to glow brighter. There was a green flash of light, and then, everything went dark.
***
Button came around with a splitting headache. His vision was blurred and fuzzy around the edges, but as the moments passed, he realized he was back inside the school, specifically in his third period classroom. Across the room, Cream Heart sat on top of the teacher’s desk, illuminated by the orange light flooding through the windows. “Awe... Is my big boy finally awake? Did you rest well?”
He glanced towards the windows. Outside, the sun was setting. The school had been closed for hours. He tried to rise from the chair, only to realize that he was strapped to it. His arms were bound behind him, tied to the back of the chair with strong tape. Only his legs remained free, but he was too weary to move. “Wh-What is... What? What are you doing? Who are you?”
Cream Heart grinned at him, only her teeth were sharp and jagged. “That’s good, Button. Ask questions in school, and you might learn a few things.”
Then, a green flame sparked beneath her feet. The fire climbed her legs until her entire body was consumed, but it didn’t seem to catch, and it wasn’t hot. Her skin seemly melted away until only a blackened hide remained, and her mane turned silver and tattered. At last, he understood. “You... You’re a changeling...”
The changeling mare bowed mockingly before him. “At your disservice... Don’t bother calling for help. We’re all alone here. My brothers and sisters called me Phasmid, not that my name matters to you, since you’ll soon by my dinner. You understand, don’t you?”
Button’s heart raced in his chest. He pulled on his binds, but his hands were tied securely to the chair. Phasmid climbed down from the teacher’s desk and approached him, licking her lips hungrily. Panic set in, and he squirmed in the seat until the changeling reached him, placing her hands on the back of the chair. “Wa-Wait... Don't eat- You can’t eat me...”
She chuckled menacingly, leaning in to the point where she was uncomfortably close. “Oh, but I can... It’s been so long since I’ve fed on a little pony like you, so I’m going to savor your taste...” Phasmid’s lips brushed against the lobe of his ear. Then, her mouth opened, and her long, serpent-like tongue traveled down his neck. “Don't scream, okay? I’ll make it quick, if you cooperate...”
Her tongue moved back up the side of his neck, and he felt her razor-sharp teeth pinch his skin. He realized that the changeling was really about to devour him. Button’s eyes shot wide open, and one word came to the forefront of his mind.
“NO!”
With all of the strength he could muster, he raised his free leg and kicked Phasmid in her gut. She stumbled back, doubling over and nearly tripping on another chair. At first, she looked shocked, but then, her surprised expression was swapped for rage. “Ah... You’ll regret that, you little brat!”
She came at him again, but as he was still tied to the chair, Button’s options were limited. He reared back until the chair began to fall, taking him down with it, and his shoes connected with Phasmid’s jaw. As he landed on his back, one of Button’s hands tore free from the tape that bound him, and he hurriedly clawed at the wraps to free his other hand.
Just a few feet away, Phasmid was recovering from the kick, and she had a murderous look in her eyes. “That’s it, kid... You’ve chosen the hard way!”
She lunged at him again, and Button tore his other hand free from the back of the chair. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the chair and threw it at the changeling. It only managed to graze her shoulder, but that was enough to effectively knock her down. Then, he saw it, the roll of tape she’d used to bind him in the first place. While Phasmid struggled to get back up, he made a dash for the teacher’s desk and grabbed the tape. Button ran back to the fallen changeling and began wrapping the tape around her wrists, binding her arms behind her back just as she’d done to him, and for good measure, he bound her ankles too, just to make sure she couldn’t follow him.
“What? No... No! You can’t... do this!” Phasmid struggled and squirmed under his weight as he pinned her to the floor and tied her legs together. “No! You idiot boy! I won’t allow this! I won’t- Mmmmph! Mmmm!”
He finished the job by taping her mouth shut. Button breathed deeply as he got back to his feet, observing the now helpless changeling. “I told you... You can’t... eat... me...”
Now, his only concern was getting out of the school and running home. He had to tell somebody about what had just happened, that there was a dangerous changeling in the schoolhouse. When he got to the door of the classroom, however, he looked back at the bound changeling. Wrapped in the strong adhesive, she wasn’t so dangerous anymore. Plus, she was the first changeling he’d ever seen. While part of him wanted to run as fast and far as possible, the rest wanted to get a closer look.
Button’s curiosity got the better of him, and he closed the door behind him. He approached the changeling carefully, her bright, pale eyes looking back at him. He wasn’t exactly sure, but she looked afraid. Bound and gagged, she could do nothing as he knelt beside her. Upon closer inspection, he could see that she was wearing his mother’s clothes: a pink top covered by a white blouse and grey chino pants, and a terrible thought dawned on him.
Button gripped her top, clenching the fabric in his fist. “Where did you get these? Did you hurt my mom?”
With his other hand, he ripped away the tape sealing her mouth, and the changeling quickly shook her head. “No... No, I didn’t... Please believe me... I just snuck these from her closet... I didn’t touch her...”
The young stallion didn’t know what to believe, but since she was tied up, he figured she must be telling the truth. “If you put one finger on her...”
Phasmid sat upright and leaned back against the leg of a desk. “I didn’t, I swear. Look, kid... I’m sorry I tried to eat you, okay? I was just so hungry... but you’ve bested me. Now, can’t we just go our own ways and pretend this didn’t happen? You’ll never see me again. How does that sound?”
Her breaths were deep and heavy, causing her chest to rise and fall noticeably. Button stared at her breasts pushing through the right fitting blouse. He’d never been so close to a mare before, at least in the position he was currently in, and through the top, he caught a glimpse of the changeling’s cleavage. Curiously, he cupped her right breast with his left hand, pushing into the large mound of flesh with his open palm.
Phasmid jerked at his touch. “He-Hey! What in the world do you think you’re doing? You can’t just- Hey!” He grabbed her other breast her his free hand and gave them both a gentle squeeze. He’d never felt a mare’s breasts before. In his hands, they were mailable to his touch, but they had weight to them. “Kid, are you even listening to me?”
It was a strange sensation, feeling up a mare’s chest through his mother’s clothes, but the changeling was bound and unable to do anything about it. He juggled her breasts in his hands and moved his thumbs across her nipples, which had become noticeably hard through the top and blouse. Though it was his first time touching a mare, even he knew what that meant. “Are you... enjoying this?”
Phasmid rolled her eyes, but her cheeks had turned bright red. “Of course not! A little brat like you could never- Ah!” He gave her nipples a firm pinch through the fabric, and she moaned aloud. Button managed a cheeky grin as he slipped his hands under her blouse, touching her bare hide underneath her clothes. “Hey, stop that... Please... You can’t touch my- You can’t touch me there!”
But he could. She was helpless and powerless to stop him. Under her shirt, she wore no bra. Button grabbed her breasts and squeezed her bare flesh between his fingers. Phasmid moaned again as he groped her, but she still squirmed in protest. Now that he’s felt a mare’s breasts for the first time, he needed to see them. Button pulled at the the blouse and began to lift it, pulling up the shirt as well until the changeling’s bosom fell free. The young stallion stared at them in awe. They looked just as they felt: large, soft, and heavy. In the center of each one was a round, dark areola topped by a perky nipple.
Phasmid glared at him. “Are you happy, pervert? Why can’t you just let me go? I promise I’ll be good!”
Button didn’t dare consider untying the angry changeling, especially now that he was enjoying the situation. Now that he could see her chest fully unobstructed, he wanted to know how it tasted. Slowly, keeping his eyes on hers, he lowered his face to Phasmid’s cleavage. Holding both of her breasts in his hands, he brought the closest one to his mouth and kissed her nipple, briefly flicking it with his tongue. It had a strange taste to it, like the rubber tip of a baby bottle.
The changeling bit her lower lip, but otherwise, she remained motionless and silent. Button took this as a sign that it was okay for him to continue his exploration. He kissed her nipples repeatedly, swapping back and forth between them and licking her areola, making circular movements with his tongue. The longer he persisted with his oral administrations, the hotter he felt, and the more uncomfortable he was in his own pants. He gave each breast one final kiss before rising to his feet.
Phasmid let out a heavy sigh of relief, though her cheeks were still very red. “Finally... Have you had enough? Can you untie me, now?”
Button unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. Before he even knew what he was doing, they’d fallen around his ankles, along with his boxers. His stiffened cock stood at full attention, pointed directly at the helpless changeling’s face.
She stared with wide eyes at his shaft, then back at him. “No... Not a chance, kid... Don’t you even think about it!”
Button placed his hand behind her head, gripping tightly onto her silver mane as the tip of his cock poked against her cheek. “This is for trying to eat me. Didn’t you say you were hungry?”
Phasmid whimpered softly as the tip brushed against her lower lip. “You know good and well that’s not what I... meant...” Then, her lips parted tentatively. “I’d never... do this... for... you...”
Her mouth opened, and she swallowed his cock whole. Button was overwhelmed by a variety of new sensations, but he mostly focused on the changeling’s mouth, its warmth, and the slick feeling of her saliva as her lips closed around his shaft. Her eyes began to close as her head moved back and forth at a slow, but steady, pace. He couldn’t help letting out a satisfied sigh as she sucked on his stallionhood. Button soon realized that he didn’t even have to move his hips. Phasmid was moving on her own.
However, it was still his very first blowjob, and the feelings of pleasure from her mouth came too quickly. Button soon felt overwhelmed, and there was a twisting sensation in his core as he neared his climax. His cock twitched in the changeling’s mouth, but there was no time to react. Gripping tightly onto her mane, Button held her head down, fully sheathing his shaft in her lips as a powerful orgasm washed over him. Several thick spurts of semen fired from the tip of his cock, straight into her mouth and down her throat, and with wide eyes, she gagged in response.
Button stumbled backwards, releasing the changeling’s mane as he continued to cum, unleashing several spurts of the creamy substance onto her face. Phasmid suffered a brief coughing fit before resuming her posture. “Is... Is that... it? You didn’t... last... very... long...” She sounded out of breath, but her tongue moved across her lips, licking them clean of the young stud’s semen. “Mmm... Not a bad taste... I guess that’s all I can expect from you as far as my meal is concerned...”
He was amazed by what had just occurred. The young stallion had never felt anything like it, and he wanted more. Despite the intensity of his orgasm, his cock was still as hard as steel, throbbing and pulsating with anticipation. Button grabbed onto Phasmid’s arms and hoisted her to her feet.
“Ah! Hey! What do you want now?” He pushed her towards the nearest desk and bent her over the top. With her breasts pressed flat against the top of the desk, she looked back at him over her shoulder. “Oh, you can’t be serious...” The changeling struggled under his grip, but he held her down firmly, and with her hands and legs still bound, she didn’t have the strength to resist. “I sucked you off already... Wasn’t that enough? The least you could do is return the favor...”
Button hooked his fingers into the belt loops, and with a firm tug, he pulled the chinos down to her ankles, exposing her naked ass to the room. The young stallion stared in awe at the changeling’s posterior. He placed his hands on her flanks and parted her thick, dark cheeks and fulfilled another lifelong first, casting his eyes on a mare’s sacred place. “Whoa...”
He knelt before the changeling’s rear and her trembling legs. Above him, she whimpered meekly. Without an ounce of hesitation, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth into her dripping slit, parting his lips and licking her puffy folds. Phasmid let out a sharp gasp as his tongue penetrated her slit. “Ah! Button... You’re a... monster...”
The sour taste of her secretions shocked him, but he didn’t stop. He was far too amused at the idea that he was now, in fact, eating her. He groped the changeling’s flanks and spread them wide open to give himself better access to her more sensitive spots, focusing on her clit with the tip of his tongue. In response, she moaned a chorus of happy notes and took deep breaths. Button wondered if he could actually make her cum with his tongue alone, but he didn’t actually want to give her any satisfaction. She had kidnapped him, after all, and he was still rock hard.
With her marehood quivering and soaking wet, he stopped licking her and rose to his feet, spreading her flanks with his hands. His cock was poised to enter her love hole, the tip ever so slightly pushing against her folds. Phasmid looked up at him with desperation in her eyes. She shook her head, silently pleading for mercy, but he ignored her. With one push from his hips, the tip of his shaft slipped inside her vagina, and the rest quickly followed suit.
Phasmid groaned as his cock filled her sheath. Her inner walls were slick with fluids but tight, resisting his entry, but Button pushed harder and deeper until he poked her womb. “Mmmmmmm! Oh, Chrysalis! You’re feel bigger... than you look, kid...”
Button slapped her right flank, leaving a mark of his hand that he was sure would sting. The changeling bit her lip and took the punishment, no longer fighting as he moved his cock in and out her marehood at a quickened pace. It was as though a switch had been flipped. Something snapped inside of him, and he pushed into Phasmid with force and intent, as if she was his to claim. With every thrust, she moaned aloud, and her cries echoed throughout the room.
He moved instinctively, thrusting his hips forward till they connected with her flanks, causing a satisfying ‘smacking’ noise to echo throughout the room. Again and again, he rammed into the changeling from behind, deeply enjoying the thrill of experiencing real sex for the first time, but he was still young and inexperienced. Thus, he could only last for so long.
He began to feel dizzy and light-headed. Button was beyond the point of no return, now. His pace quickened, and he rammed into the changeling from behind aggressively. Only one thing was on his mind, now. He needed to cum, and there was only one place to put it. A powerful sensation washed over the young stallion as he experienced his second orgasm with Phasmid. With one final push, he buried his shaft to the hilt inside of her, breaching her womb and releasing his seed in her marehood. He pulled back and hit her again, pumping more of his semen into her womb. With every spurt, he emptied himself and filled her up to the point where fluids began to trickle out of her slit and travel down her legs.
Utterly exhausted, Button collapsed in a nearby chair to catch his breath. Phasmid looked equally worn out as she gasped for air with her face still planed on the desk. “Bu-Button... I... I didn’t... get... to... cum...”
The young stallion was spent. His cock was flaccid, now, as it returned to its normal size. “You don't get to cum, because you stole my mom’s clothes and tried to eat me.”
She stared at him in disbelief. Despite her bound limbs, she managed to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “I said I was sorry! Please, you can’t just leave me like this! Button Mash, I’m begging you... Please, forgive me... I want to come with you! I’ll never try to eat you again! I’ll be good, I promise!”
Button frowned at her. “You... want to come with me?”
She nodded her head quickly. “I’ll wear a new disguise. No pony ever has to know what I am. Please, Button... I left the hive years ago, and I’ve been alone ever since. I have no home to go to. If you take me with you, I promise to be nice to you.”
He folded his arms across his chest. “You’re just saying that so I’ll untie you.”
The changeling rolled her eyes. “I am not! Well... Okay, I am... I want you to untie me, but I also mean what I said.”
Button thought about her request for a few moments. He figured he could pass her off as a friend from school, at least until he found her a place to stay. There was no way she could live with him, but none of that meant anything if she was lying. He approached the changeling and reached behind her back, grabbing onto her tape, covered wrists. “I beat you once, and I can do it again if you try to hurt me.”
He saw something change in her expression. There was a little sparkle in her big, pale eyes. “I’d never...”
Then, he ripped away the tape, and her arms were free once again.
Phasmid took a moment to observe her wrists. Parts were reddened from being bound. Then, she lunged for Button. For a moment, he feared the changeling was lashing out to strike him, but instead, her hands cupped his cheeks, and she kissed him full on the lips. Nearly a full minute passed before she released him. As she pulled away, a thick strand of saliva bridged their mouths. “I’m sorry... I... I couldn’t help myself.”
Button’s face felt hot, and he absentmindedly rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah... It’s alright...” He noticed her ankles were still bound. “Here, let me get that for you...” With some scissors from a nearby desk, he cut her legs free. He still feared she’d make a break for it, or worse, attack, but Phasmid stood motionless by his side. “Want to get going? My mom will be wondering where I’ve been.”
The changeling nodded her head, and she began to fix the shirt and blouse so her breasts sat comfortably in the fabric. “Yeah, but we should probably get dressed.” Then, after pulling up the chinos around her waist, a green flame sparked beneath her feet. In a flash, she was gone, and a beautiful mare with a silver complexion stood in her place. Instead of a tattered mane, it was now bright red with yellow accents streaking down her shoulders. “Well? How do I look?”
He managed a smile. “You look fine. Though, you’d look better in something other than my mom’s blouse.”
Her gaze fell. “Right...”
Button fixed his pants and straightened his shirt out. Then, he took her hand in his. “Come on. We can buy you some clothes tomorrow after school. I’ve got a little money left from my Summer job.”
The smile on her face stretched from ear to ear. “You know something, Button? I’m not really that hungry anymore...” He wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but as long as she wasn’t planning on eating him, he was happy. The two of them left the classroom behind, and they eventually left the schoolhouse entirely, stepping out into the evening air as the sun vanished behind the trees. “However...” She glanced towards him through the corner of her gaze. “... I never got to cum, so you’ve got some work to do with that tongue of yours.”
***Up Next: Bug Smitten***