Anon gets kidnapped by changelings. The tables very quickly turn.
Anon did not ask to be beaten over the head and dragged into a changeling hive. But hell, it seems he's going to be here for a bit anyway. Unfortunately for the changelings, there are a few quirks to human biology that might make keeping him around...problematic.
contains M/M, Non/Dubcon, Mind Break, Rimming, and Breeding Big Booty Bug Bois
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Anon gave a small huff, blowing his hair out of his face as he sat on the cold dirt floor of his prison, hands bound in front of him in iron cuffs. They were starting to chafe, and honestly, he was starting to become a bit restless.
Today had started off fine enough. He noticed he was running low on the potion he bought from Zecora to help with his…problem, and had been on his way through the Everfree forest to restock when he had caught a heavy blow to the back of the head out of nowhere. He had woken up here, dazed, and with a considerable headache, and found himself guarded by a strange, carapaced pony-like creature.
Of course, his first action after waking up, aside from letting out a pronounced groan, was to shamble his way over to the bars of his prison and attempt to get the attention of his apparent captor.
“Hey!” he called firmly, grasping at the bars in front of him still a bit woozy from his nap. “The fuck gives? Where am I?”
“You are in the Changeling Hive of the Illustrious King Chrysalis. You shall remain here and be used for the nourishment for the hive until your use to us is passed, at which point you will be discarded.”
“...So yeah uh, I’m not really feeling it. How about you let me get back to where I was going instead. I have better things to do than end up in someone’s soup.” He says in a deadpan, irritable manner, wishing he could go on his errands without getting kidnapped or having to learn some gay-ass friendship lesson, or whatever other bullshit was going on that week.
The creature, presumably a Changeling, raised an eyebrow. Or rather it looks as if it would have if it had eyebrows to speak of. “You misunderstand, creature. We do not typically consume…food the way you lesser species do, outside of for our own entertainment. We consume positive emotional energy for caloric sustenance, and intake required minerals and vitamins from mushrooms, insects, and various gemstones and soil deposits. We are uninterested in your flesh for consumption, we have far more effective uses for it.”
It was Anon’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Are…are you coming onto me?” he asked, not quite sure with the very dry, uninterested manner the creature had described their plans.
The changeling gave a toothy, mischievous smile. “On the contrary, you will be cumming into us.”
Anon stepped back, a bit shocked by the insectoid creature’s forwardness. “Whoa Whoa! Pause, HARD fucking pause on that, bro!” he said, raising his hands in front of him as best he could while cuffed. “I don’t remember signing up for bug banging duty, fam.”
“Well, that would make sense, as I do not remember asking if we had your consent.” the Changeling replied with a wry, devilish grin, chuckling softly as it turned around to look at him properly. “Tonight, we are going to strip you and bathe you, then we are going to move you to a nice, comfortable breeding chamber, where you will spend a good number of your waking hours being drained dry physically and emotionally, with appropriate blocks of time scheduled for rest and recreation to maximize the efficiency of yield overtime of course.”
At this point, Anon was not sure if he should be incredibly frightened or incredibly aroused. His body seemed to be going either way, as he had what could only be described as a substantial fearection growing down the leg of his pants.
The changeling took notice of this quite quickly, its smile growing larger. “Oh? It seems as if your body is substantially more ready to accept your fate than your mind. I can smell your arousal, creature. That’s fine, your body is all we really need after all.” it says, slowly swaying its hips back and forth, some arousal beginning to creep into its own voice.
Anon backed up another step, finding his back hitting the wall of the fairly small cell as he looked over at the changeling with stark concern and confusion plastered across his features. The changeling only seemed to grow somewhat more excited by this. It slipped its horn into the lock of the cell and it glowed green for a moment before the mechanism gave a small click.
In moments the changeling had entered and closed the cell behind it once more, licking its lips as it slowly prowled towards Anon with what was certainly no innocent intent in its eyes. “Mphhh..look at you, you pathetic creature…I could have my way with you right here in this cell and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing to stop me. Though…” it leaned forward, rubbing its face slowly against the human’s package, giving a satisfied huff as the changeling felt him pulse and throb under its caress. His horn lighting up and allowing the shackles to come free from Anon’s wrists as they fall to the ground with a soft clank. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind too much…”
As creeped out as Anon might be, he had to admit seeing this thing all over his junk was at least a little hot. More importantly, this train of thought led him to realize he might be able to get some much-needed leverage in this situation. His hands slid down and gripped the creature by its horn, pressing it more firmly into his manhood through his pants as it gave a surprised squeak and spoke with considerably less confidence in its strange, raspy voice. “W-wha-”
“What’s wrong? I thought this was what you wanted. You do want to feed off of my emotions, right?”
Anon smirked down at the changeling held fast in his grasp. He hazarded an educated guess based on his experience with the unicorns in town that it would be unable to use its magic while he had ahold of its horn, and was intent on keeping it that way for the moment. He started squeezing the appendage firmly as he stared down at the insectoid equine-like creature, awaiting a response.
It seemed to nervously sputter as it realized the position it had left itself in, meeting the human’s eyes with an unspoken plea for mercy as it tried to answer him “I-I mean, yes, that is what you are for, I was simply not-eep!”
It gave a more panicked sort of screening noise as Anon knelt on the ground, forcing it to lower itself to its belly in front of him, head pressed to the floor as the larger creature continued to manhandle it by its horn. He spoke again, pressing his newfound advantage as the little insect started to quiver at the taste of the unbridled eagerness beginning to roll off of the prisoner. “You weren’t expecting me to take charge because you put me off balance with all of that big talk and putting me in this cell?” he finished flatly as he looked down at them. He slowly stepped over them, moving to straddle the changeling’s backside, putting the weight of his hips down on its rump and squeezing its haunches between his powerful thighs as he rested in the new position, looking down at the pinned creature from above as he put a hand between its shoulder blades to make sure it didn’t move from that spot.
“Well unfortunately for you, members of my species tend to be exceptionally obstinate and spiteful, especially when we are put into situations against our will where we are expected to do things we never agreed to. Tell me, are changelings familiar with the concept of malicious compliance?”
Anon began to rock his hips against the changelings ample, strangely soft behind. The chitin covering their body seemed to have more of a durable, rubbery texture than a hard, slick one. The now helpless creature under him started to squirm and scree softly as the words “malicious compliance” crossed its ears along with the feeling of those looming, rolling powerful hips starting to grind against it. It spoke up quickly, its words a bit rushed as it tried to extricate itself from the mess it had made. “Now I know what you are p-probably thinking creature. ‘Should I fuck this changeling’s brains out right here in the cell?’, and the answer might surprise y-SCREEEEEEE!”
The changeling’s pitiful attempt at diplomacy was interrupted as Anon leaned down and firmly bit its horn, giving a very deliberately predatory growl as the hand that pressed between its shoulders slipped down to hook under its belly and pull it close.
The changeling could feel anon’s breath hotly passing against one of its ears now, his full, considerable weight pressing down onto its small, now very vulnerable frame. Its eyes widened as it heard a soft zzzzzip as Anon reached down with his other hand to undo his fly.
A brief shuffling of cloth could be heard before the changeling felt something very hot, very long, and very thick pressing between its ample cheeks. Its face flushed a heavy green tint and it mewled as it felt its open, steadily unsheathing member be fondled and squeezed by one of Anon’s exotic, soft, dextrous appendages, stroking the throbbing, green length it as He continued to hump against the pinned creature eagerly, now hotdogging them with seeming impunity.
The Changeling whimpered with each firm, muffled smack of Anon’s hips against its plush, soft rump. Its cock twitched shamefully with each connection, and its breath hitched and gasped fetchingly as it covered its eyes with its hooves, biting its lip.
Anon’s teeth left the changelings horn, both hands now gripping it firmly by the hips and grinding more insistently. “Mhphhh…you really shouldn’t have brought a human into your nest or whatever it is. Do you even know what I am?”
“A h-hyooman?” it asked softly, starting to slowly press back against the…the human’s gyrating hips, giving a soft, needy keen as it lifted its backside and arched its back ever so slightly. The changeling’s instinct to allow itself to be inseminated to please its partner was beginning to override its fear at being pinned by a potential threat. “N-never heard of them…”
“Well, allow me to give you a quick lesson in biology…” Anon said in a sultry tone as he nibbled the changeling’s ear gently. “Mnnn, humans are not from this world. As such you would normally expect our biology to be fundamentally incompatible. But very surprisingly, it’s quite the opposite. We are extremely compatible with an entire host of creatures. Our natural pheromones attract each other with an increasing intensity over time the longer we are exposed to most sapient creatures.”
As he continued his little lecture, he pulled his length back, pressing the leaking, slippery tip of his heavy, throbbing cock against the changelings pucker. It was hot and tight, and surprisingly moist and slick.
Presumably self-lubricating, the human mused as he started to bear his weight down on it, eliciting a pleasured hiss from his partner as the human continued to speak. “Normally I take a special daily tincture to keep it under control, but you just so happened to interrupt me on my way to get more, and I’m probably about due for another dose…” He said as he started to push forward, his cock slowly crawling its way up into the helpless changeling beneath him, who gave a chittering moan and pressed back on his length welcomingly.
Now that he mentioned it, the changeling had to admit that the human did have a fairly appealing odor to him, and it wasn’t just the general scent of arousal changelings were so fond of. That might be a part of it, but there was something deeper, something raw and primal, that were the changing not already on its belly, would make it weak enough at the knees to easily get it there.
He should attempt to throw this human off of his back and alert the King at once. This creature had plenty of lust to give, it seemed. But even so, if it had this effect on every changeling it came into contact with, this potent, demoralizing, submission-inducing aura of pheromones the human possessed might cause more problems than it was worth.
It needed to escape, to throw this creature that was penetrating his ass off of it and run as fast as its legs could carry it to warn the King. But the raw, virile scent rolling off of the human demanded the drone’s submission, and with a defeated, eager whimper it pushed its ass back more firmly until its flanks clapped against the hips of its assailant, eyes rolling back as twelve inches of heavy, thick meat pulsed incessantly within its clenching, milking core. Every twitch and pulse of the powerful rod served to nudge and rub his most delicate sports, stimulating his prostate deliciously as Anon wasted little time with beginning to piston his hips back and forth in a brutal, sawing motion, better befitting a salacious Ren and Stimpy clip than anything else.
He took them roughly, deeply with no concern for whether the smaller, more vulnerable creature beneath him would be able to withstand his passion. The sound of flesh on flesh and loud, rapturous screes filled the small room, echoing outward into the hallway and beyond as Anon mercilessly took them for his own satisfaction. The changeling could feel its cock pulse needily, spurting a small wad of precum onto the ground below with every forceful slam into its soft, receptive backside.
It could feel its eyes roll back into its skull, its vision fading out of focus. It could hear its own vivacious, desperate, and incoherent cries for more filling the room as the pleasure of being ravaged became its world for the duration of this intense, powerful coupling. It leeched what seemed to be a boundless, bountiful flow of lust from the domineering creature skewering its backside, and never in its short life had the changeling ever felt so utterly full.
“P-pleashe, I-i can’t take ‘ny moar…” The changeling managed to choke out half intelligibly as it found itself unable to take any more of his lust into itself. It felt lethargic, barely able to even move anymore as Anon sat back on his ass and started to pound the limp, defenseless changeling up and down his length like a fleshlight.
“Mphhh..just lay back and let it happen. Humans are notorious for their stamina, after all, so you’ll be here for a while. If it makes you feel any better, I’m almost finished with the first round. You’ll be able to take a little break while I catch my breath for the next one.”
The changeling felt a twinge of deepset internal panic at the sound of another round with this creature, let alone the possibility of even more than that! It felt the pace of its ravaging become faster, more erratic, the human’s cock making a small impression in its belly on every deep, rough pass his balls drew tight. The changeling also grew close to a climax, but unlike the human, it was designed to copulate quickly, extracting as much love as possible from its target, typically a pony, in a sprint towards ecstasy before leaving them for the next changeling to enjoy.
The changeling let out a loud, pleasured scream as it had the cum fucked right out of its balls from behind by the larger, virile specimen. Its thick, gooey green load splattering the wall and the floor in front of it in heavy, sticky ropes as it felt the human’s own, hot, heavy seed begin to pump inside of its guts. It felt itself be held tight and deep on the shaft impaling its rump as shot after shot of the potent, intoxicating concoction pasted its insides. The drone could feel what little ego a drone could be said to carry quickly melting away as its brain was practically fried, overloaded by the intensity of the load filling it.
“Y-yessh! Fill me, pleashe!” it cried out softly as it squeezed down around Anon’s cock, milking the human for everything he had to offer before finally relaxing into his embrace.
Anon panted softly as he recovered from the little romp, covered in a thin layer of sweat from his exertion as he gently pet and squeezed the changeling in his lap. Honestly, when it wasn’t trying to act all big and bad, it was honestly kind of adorable. It squeezed the hell out of his cock just right too, so that was a definite bonus. Perhaps he might be able to work something out here.
He slowly ground into the changeling to keep himself hard and keep them conscious, whispering huskily into the insectoid cocksock’s ear. “So, you said something about a breeding chamber?”
Anon had finished recuperating from his first round and was sitting with the changeling drone still impaled in his lap, now once more rock hard within them as he listened to them describe what would be expected of him, slowly rocking back and forth deep within them.
“Y-you will be assigned to one of our many breeding…ohhh~...breeding chambers, where you will be harvested at least once daily for your love by one of our pleasure drones. They are far more equipped to handle your…umphhh…your excessive capability for production. Normally you would be dosed to the gills with a-aphrodisiacs until you could not remember your own name and groomed into willing…Ah!...W-willing cooperation, but I am sure that such measures will not be required in…o-ooohhh by the hive, would you please stop grinding…?” Its raspy, keening voice cried out as Anon casually stirred his cock inside of its well fucked, helpless behind, making its half-hard, unsheathed cock leak and its heavy balls twitch helplessly from the ongoing stimulation.
Anon chuckled, giving the poor creature’s rump a firm, hearty squeeze before both of his hands went to grip it by the waist, slowly leaning forward. “Hmmm, I suppose I could. After all, I did say that I would be going a few rounds with you, so I can certainly stop grinding and resume at a more…urgent pace.”
As the Changeling was once more pinned under his weight, it let out a loud, surprised little srcee and began to squirm under him “O-oh hive, no! I’m already so full, if I take any more lust in I…I don’t know what will happen!”
“Well, I suppose that this will be a useful experiment to refer to for posterity then. Try to stay conscious so that you can relay the results to others after I’m done.” Anon teased, starting to thrust slowly in and out once more, a dull, soft clapping and the sound of keeing, raspy whimpers filling the sell.
Stop right there, Prisoner!” a markedly more clear, masculine voice called out from behind them both at the entrance of the cell. Anon looked back to see a larger changeling. It seemed a fair bit more muscular, if such a thing could be reasonably ascertained from behind a layer of thick, rubbery chitin, and a foot or more taller than the drone the human currently found balls deep inside of, almost tall enough to be at chest height to him! Its jaw was more defined and a bit more pronounced, giving its face an almost angular, handsome appearance that was accented by its firm, determined, disciplined expression.
Anon shrugged, pulling back and slamming his dick impudently into the smaller drone all the harder in a display of irreverence for the larger changelings’ perceived authority, grinding in a wide, rough circle inside of them The motion sent the poor drone gibbering and squealing as it came all over the floor again, already quite sensitive from the last time and the effect of the human’s potent pheromones soaking deeper into its guts. “Sorry, this fuckbug is taken, go find your own,” he says in a snide tone, giving the drone a smack on its ass, making it wobble and leaving a firm, green handprint to accentuate his point.
Despite his best attempts to maintain composure, the soldier could not help but allow a sickly emerald blush to blossom across his face, eyes widening. He had rarely if ever encountered such boisterous spirit in a prisoner. At least not one who seemed to be so..eager to cooperate, in his own way.
The drone coughed up a soft pink sparkling liquid as it was ground into, calling back to the soldiers “S-sir! Please, help! He’s overcharging me, I can’t t-take any mo-oooOOOHH!!~”
The drones crossed, a remarkable feat for a creature with no pupils, and its tongue hung out as Anon busily resumed his thrusting.
“I told you, buggy-wuggy. If I don’t take my medicine, I get backed up. And since you dragged me here and demanded sex from me, I’m not stopping until these balls are empty.”
The Soldiers eyes widened slightly, looking back over to the two somewhat smaller soldiers flanking him. “Boys. Get down to breeding drones’ quarters and let them know we have a Class 5 case of malicious compliance on our hands. I’ll…” he gave a small shiver as his eyes were drawn back to the sight of that heavy, thick meat slamming in and out of his begging, squealing subordinate. “Handle the creature.”
This got Anon’s attention. He slowly pulled out of the now gaping, slightly swollen hole of the drone and turned to face the soldier properly, his hands on his hips. “Oh, so you want a turn, too, big guy?”
The soldier cleared his throat, trying not to look intimidated by the fat slab of primate fuckmeat on display before him as he unlocked the door and slowly strode in, locking it behind him as his subordinates trotted off quickly to do as they were bidden. “It would be a waste to let you keep using that drone when he is already full. It’s a waste of your valuable lust.”
He tried to maintain an authoritative tone, but as he drew closer, the scent of the creature began to clog his nostrils. This thing absolutely reeked of arousal in ways that were indeed, enough to make a seasoned changeling blush. The soldier suddenly started to feel very small in the face of this strange being, but did his best to mask it. “B-besides, I think you will find I am not so easy to subdue as a drone. Soldiers are made of tougher stuff.”
Anon smirked as he walked closer to meet the changeling halfway. “I bet, and a lot more of it too. Look at all of that ASS!” The human taunted, his hand coming down to squeeze one of the firm, ample muscular flanks of his new target. He kneaded his dextrous, strong fingers into the changeling’s ample behind, each cheek more than enough to provide him with plenty of pleasant stimulating material to grope and squeeze and molest. “I don’t know about your stamina, but this is damn sure an ass that won’t quit. Thanks for the upgrade, bug.”
The changeling’s face was a bright green now, its heart pounding in its chest out of control at the treatment. Normally such teasing would not be enough to get a rise so easily out of the seasoned vet, but the creature was different, it was making him feel more open, more…vulnerable. “M-My name is Sargeant Humbug, Prisoner, you would do to remember it when I have sucked you dry.”
He leaned into the groping, flicking his tail to one side to expose himself more fully. He knew deep down that he could outlast this creature. He had to, for the sake of the hive! “If you think I can’t handle that big…meaty…juicy dick of yours, you have another thing coming!” He seemed to do a double-take at his open phrasing, his face only seeming to take on a more flustered, embarrassed expression as he realized what he had said.
“The only thing I am going to see cumming is when your little dick shoots all over the wall for me.” The Human said confidently as he gripped the changeling by his horn. Humbug suddenly felt weak under the other’s grip, unable to stop them from lowering his head down to crotch level, and further unable to stop them from casually flopping his massive, erect cock across his snout.
The Sargeant inhaled on reflex, panting as he took in the raw, potent aroma of that massive package, his tongue starting to hang out and drool beginning to issue from his maw as he eyed it hungrily. He leaned in and started lapping at those heavy balls. Not because he wanted to of course! Not because he was desperate to feel the wrinkled flesh covering those juicy, sweaty cumtanks and have their flavor soak into his tongue. No not at all! He was only doing it to excite them, giving Anon an angry, half-hearted glare from under his cock that lost a great deal of its potency when he was giving it while worshipping the other males’ balls.
Anon gave a small groan as he let go of Humbug’s horn, pushing him by the back of the head face deep into that heavy ballsack and holding them there as that slippery little changing tongue lathered him up like it was his life’s purpose.
“Mphhh..enough of that, here. Let me feed you…”
Anon smirked as he pulled away from the changeling’s mouth and slapped it across the face with his cock, a resounding, humiliating SMACK echoing through the sell as the poor soldier was made to see stars. As he regained awareness, he found himself upended on his back, with the human’s knees to either side of his head, that heavy cock’s tip resting against his lips as his lower half was manhandled and raised slightly into the air. He could feel the human’s hot breath on his puckered donut and his pupils dilated at the humiliating realization of what was about to happen “W-wait, I don’t wan-HLLK!~”
Normally changelings lacked a gag reflex, but the spasms Humbuig’s throat created as the soldier tried to squeeze the massive shaft out of his throat even as it slowly, forcefully conquered every inch of his esophagus was about as close to the experience as any of them could get! His eyes watered, from the effort of his struggles, the stretch of his throat, and the utter embarrassment and shame of being facefucked this way washing through him. His front hooves weakly, uselessly beat at the human’s torso, trying to get them to pull away to no avail.
He began to feel himself weaken further as a shot of thick precum splattered inside of his throat, lubricating the way and clogging his windpipe with that damned…alluring, delicious smell.
Even as he did his best to hold onto his will to resist, the changeling’s body betrayed him as instinct overrode his desire to hold onto his dignity. Humbug’s head began to bob slowly, dipping closer and closer to balls deep on every pass as his tongue snaked out and wrapped around the shaft, squeezing it tenderly and trying to guide it deeper into his throat as his eyes hazed over.
A soft, almost feminine moan escaped his throat and vibrated down the length of the human’s shaft as Humbug felt a hot, wet, probing tongue circling his very wet little pucker, eyes rolling back as the changeling finally pushed himself snout deep onto the others cock. His vision was totally obscured by the primate’s heavy testicles draped over his eyes as he was subjected to its flat, large tongue wiggling its way into the soldier’s helpless, clenching behind.
As Anon dined on their donut, he could not help but note that the lubricating fluid drenching it possessed a sort of musky, pleasant sour apple flavor, not too dissimilar to a particularly lewd version of his favorite flavor of Jolly Rancher.
With this newfound exciting knowledge, Anon delved slightly deeper into the others helpless, squeezing behind with his tongue, even going so far as to reach down and begin roughly, quickly stroking the changelings dripping, throbbing erection.
Humbug saw stars once more as Anon began cranking dat soulja boy. The human began to thrust his hips slowly back and forth into the waiting, succulent depths of the subdued changelings suckling maw. The soldier’s cock exploded onto his belly, painting himself with rope after rope of cum, his throat squeezing Anon, leaving him moaning softly into the other’s engorged, waiting rear before he pulled back and wiped his mouth. “Mphh…I think we are both about ready to get this show on the road. Tap my thigh twice if you are going to take your punishment like a good little fuckbug.”
Humbug wished he could say that he managed to hold out for even a moment, to salvage some small scrap of his dignity by not immediately tapping in tows as quickly as his oxygen-starved cumbrain would allow, but that would be a bald-faced lie.
He felt the cock leave his throat, the separation making a wet suckling sound and leaving Humbug gasping for breath as he was repositioned. Anon pressed them against the wall, facefirst and pinned them there, making the Sargeant squeal like a defenseless hatchling as he felt the other’s hot, throbbing prick line up with his tight, quivering hole. “A-aahh! D-do it, fuck me, fuck me, you Beast!” Humbug yelled, arching his back prettily for the other. At this point, reason was far and gone out the window, to the point where he scarcely remembered why he was here in the first place, other than that it involved letting this absolute stud of a creature breed him. And really, that was all that mattered~
Anon plunged deep into him with a single, harsh thrust, and an ear-splitting, unearthly cry of pleasure sounded from the panting maw of the soldier turned breeding butch as his hole was stretched and his prostate was mashed flat. His cock let out another volley of wasted green, gooey seed, this time painting the wall, the seed that already covered his belly smearing into his fur as he was pounded up against the hard cold surface as his hole vacuum-sealed deliciously around the human’s shaft and twitched with every shot, milking him.
Anon grabbed them by the chin and leaned in, whispering harshly into his ear “Mphh…yeah, that’s a goooood boy….~” He cooed gently as he locked the changeling into a deep, sensual kiss, dominating his mouth and making the poor thing simply melt against the wall, a relaxed, submissive puddle as Anon rammed his way home again and again.
The two of them remained that way for some time, moving as one, a tangled, flustered mess driven only by mutual pleasure until finally, Anon felt his balls draw tight once again. His thrusting grew faster, more frantic as his climax approached, and all poor Humbug could think of was how lucky he was to be bred this way as The human slammed deep into him a final time and unloaded his own plentiful, hot spunk into their waiting gut. The load was quite copious, more than enough to bloat the changeling soldier’s stomach and leave them with a bit of pudge as Anon sank to his knees, still clutching them close and hilted balls deep. He pulled from their kiss and panted softly, petting the hazy-eyed, fuck addled changeling almost possessively as he gave a small smirk.
“So, how long until they get back? Think we have time for another go?”
It had been a fairly satisfying several days for Anon. Ever since being removed from that cell and placed in this nice cushy room, he had been given all of the free food and fat insect posterior he could ask for and then some!
Shaking of which, he awoke with a yawn, emerging from a small pile of gravid, unconscious pleasure drones. His back popped a bit as he allowed himself to stretch out a bit. “Mphhh…man, that was uh, pretty good,” he understated casually as he looked back at the gaggle of comatose cumdumps.
A few minutes later, a few servant drones came in to collect his partners, where from what he understood, they would be taken to a distribution center to be used as storage until the excess love had been extracted and utilized by the other members of the hive. After this was finished, another drone entered, bringing him a healthy, nutritious breakfast to ensure he was well-nourished and ready for a…productive day.
He gently patted the little bug on its head, and it gave an appreciative chirr, leaning into the affection. Anon smirked at this, petting them a bit more. They were pretty cute, honestly, Maybe after breakfast was finished he could take the, for a little-
“Prisoner, finish your breakfast quickly and do not harass the server drone” A soldier flanking the side of his door said, leaning into the doorway to give him a disapproving look.
Anon smirked at this, shrugging as he responded. “Pffft, how about you mind your business before I drag you in here and give you the ol’ Humbug treatment.”
The soldier gave a small alarmed scree and immediately turned away to begin minding his business, some almost comical nervous whistling issuing from the doorway after them mention of the poor soldier who was currently cooped up in the brooding chambers waiting for the human’s clutch to finish gestating inside of him alongside the drone he had taken when he first arrived.
Yeah, apparently sans a spell to prevent it he can knock the little bugs up. Which was…admittedly a bit concerning, but as long as they didn’t bust down his door asking for child…foal…larvae support, he didn’t really mind too much.
As Anon pontificated on his part in siring a generation of weird parasitic butt bugs…okay no that’s too gross even for him…a generation of otherworldly creatures, his train of thought was interrupted by the sound of an explosion rocking through the corridor some ways away, causing his entire room, and presumably a fairly large portion of the hive. To shake and rumble.
A cloud of debris and rubble flew past his doorway, and Anon was even able to make out several changelings being flung violently back through the air as a familiar, authoritative voice sounded out, echoing through the hallway
“WHERE IS ANON!” the voice cried out indignantly, angrily even, the sound of hoofbeats thundering ever louder as the source of the voice got closer, and seemed to be putting up quite a fight if the sound of agonized changelings and explosions was anything to go by.
The soldiers to either side of his door converged and entered, barricading the door and standing at the ready “Secure the prisoner, we know what they’re here for, so we just have to wait for back-
BOOM! “ANON! There you are!”
The thick oaken doors were immediately shattered into flaming splinters as the owner of the familiar voice stepped through the smoke. A stallion, with a set of large, powerful wings and a slender, elegant horn. His mane swept majestically in the air, flowing with an unnatural beauty as it shimmered the colors of the aurora. His angular, handsome face took on a relieved, reassuring smile as those warm eyes beamed at him, the powerful muscles of the beast rippling fluidly under his silky, off-white, barely pink coat with every graceful step.
“Sunbutt! Bro, what are you doing h-”
Whack!
Anon was once more rudely interrupted by a poorly timed onomatopoeia, this time, accompanied by a rather harsh blow to the back of his head from one of his guards.
“You won’t take him from us, pony…!” he heard one of the guards spit, overshadowed by a primal roar from the solar royal that Anon only caught the first half off as he faded off into unconsciousness.
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Anon awoke sometime later much like he had awoken the last time he had been in this situation, with his head throbbing and his mind swimming.
This time, however, as he rubbed at the second of a rather impressive set of knots on the back of his head, he found himself in what appeared to be…Prince Celestia’s bedchambers.
Laying in his bed as a matter of fact, nice and comfortable under the covers amid a mass of soft pillows and blankets mounded atop the mattress. He had been here once or twice before, mostly to assist his brother with setting up some prank or another, but to wake up in the Prince’s bed was another thing altogether! The last thing he remembered was them finding him in the hive, and then…god it would be so much easier to concentrate if his dick didn’t feel so good right-wait a second!
Anon threw back the sheets to see none other than prince Celestia laying contentedly between his legs, suckling away throat deep on the human’s potent, swollen rod, eyes looking up at him with an almost puppylike guilty expression. He sure as hell didn’t stop though, his large, broad tongue sliding out to cup and lap at those hefty balls with a soft moan.
“Sunbutt, what the fuck man!” Anon proclaimed incredulously. He was shocked sure, but he also damn sure had no intention of making them stop, his eyes very obviously glued to the sight of the others soft, velvety lips damn near vacuum-sealed around the base of his cock, drooling down his thighs as they swallowed around him as if trying to milk him with the constrictions of his throat alone.
Sadly, it seemed that the Prince had uses for his mouth at the moment besides choking on Anon’s cock, and slowly pulled off with a regretful, deep moan, the tip escaping his reluctant lips with a wet, satisfying pop!
“Mphhh…my apologies, Anonymous. I am afraid that after my little rescue attempt, your damnable…delicious scent has gotten the better of me…” The Prince fluttered his lashes at the other male, giving the tip of his cock a soft, chaste kiss, nuzzling into his shaft and inhaling happily “mphhh…surely you do not object to allowing an old stallion the chance to shirk his responsibilities and indulge for a while, If only as a reward for his efforts on your behalf? I can certainly stop if you would prefer…”
As the regal sun god nestled between his legs spoke in such a delectably vulnerable, sultry tone, Anon could only feel his cock harden further. To be honest he had definitely had the fattest ass to grace equestrian soil on his bucket list for a while but scheduling constraints, the timely application of Zecora’s potions, and sheer intimidation had kept him from making the attempt.
Right now, however, his pheromones were in full swing, they were both here, and The most powerful pony in Equestria was currently swirling their tongue around his cock and giving him the most well-executed fuck me eyes he had ever seen in his life.
It was a no-brainer, Anon did not reply verbally, instead gripping them by the base of the horn and pulling them up with a rough, hard yank.
His roughness drew a surprised but not upset moan from the diarch, though not as surprised as they were when Anon’s lips met his in a deep, sensual kiss. The human’s arms wrapped around his waist and they pulled Celestia’s large, powerful frame down with him until they were both laid on their sides.
The Prince’s eyes rolled back and slowly fluttered shut in sheer delight as his forelegs slowly reached up and reciprocated the gesture, wrapping around the human’s neck as his mouth was dominated by the greedy, eager primate.
As the kiss deepened and became more urgent, Anon’s hands found themselves exploiting the powerful, yet sleek body of his partner. He gave a satisfied grunt into the mouth of the other as he felt out their soft furred belly, concealing impressive, firm dense muscle that still trembled under his delicate touch. He slowly worked his way down, giving his sheathe a grope, which garnered a grateful nicker from the equine locking lips with him. Anon felt quite satisfied to find that the stallion was fully unsheathed and throbbing for him with an erection nearly as large as his own lengthwise, but lacking in the same brutal thickness.
He slid his hand down further, groping his heavy, turgid balls, packed with what Anon could only guess was decades if not centuries worth of unused spunk. A prodigious load which would soon find itself being wasted to soil a fine set of silk bedsheets via a world-rocking prostate orgasm if anon had much of anything to say about it. And well, it was safe to say he did,
And finally, the main event, His hands slid down to knead at that plump, perfectly rounded set of powerful haunches, coated evenly in a supple layer of soft, malleable fat underneath his perfectly soft coat.
The most pristine, breedable bubble butt to ever grace the backside of a stallion, one he fully planned on wrecking violently and suddenly in a manner that could best be described as strongly reminiscent of The decline of Charlie Sheen’s Career. Or maybe that was just Anon being an uncultured swine with no talent for metaphors again, who knows!
Dated pop culture references aside, sinking his fingers into that ample, delectable behind was the third best thing to heaven for the eager, aroused human. Second of course being buried balls deep in it and fourth being having his face firmly planted between those cheeks.
Speaking of which!
Anon pulled himself from the kiss with a soft gasp, caressing the stallion’s face gently, allowing his hand to slowly run song his jaw as he looked into his eyes with a confident smirk “Here, turn around for me, Celly. I’m going to get you ready for me.”
Celestia shivered in anticipation as he spoke, nodding quickly. Without a moment’s hesitation, he had swiftly turned around and pressed his top half to the covers, jutting out and presenting his plush, round posterior to the other male with his tail flagging quite happily to one side. He looked back at Anon demurely half-covering his face with his hooves in an amusing, coquettish gesture. “Mphhh…please, by all means, do what you must, I’m all yours tonight.~” he cooed out in a low, sultry tone as he gave his behind an eager little shake in the others general direction.
Anon gave a sigh of satisfaction at seeing the other prostrate themselves before he leaned forward onto his knees, each hand gripping one of those heaty cheeks firmly for leverage, spreading the other open slightly. Celestia gave an excited nicker of anticipation, ears flicking as they allowed themself to be handled and felt Anon’s hot breath wash over their twitching, puckered little powdered donut.
“Mnnn, well come on, are you going to just stare at it all night, you silly little mon-O-ohhhhhh~”
His playful teasing quickly broke off and dissolved into soft, cooing moans as the hot, wet tongue of the human started to circle and lap along his wrinkled entrance. His wings shot out to either side stiffly in arousal at the treatment. “Mnnn… oh yes, get nice and-ahhh… deep in there you naughty thing, you. I want to m-mmmoooohhhh….make sure it slides in nice and smooth when you…mnnn, o-ohh…b-breed me…”
The prince had a difficult time maintaining a conversational tone as he was eaten out. One of Anon’s hands slid reluctantly from its plush, heavenly perch to instead cup the heavy, swollen set of balls dangling beneath. He kneaded and gently squeezed them as if trying to coax the contents out of their fleshy containers with a pleasant massage.
The taste of the prince was fairly pleasant, reminiscent of…eggnog actually, strangely enough, paired with the expected masculine tinge that would normally grace a stallion’s nethers. Anon gave a soft moan of affirmation into the others behind, smacking his flank and giving another little squeeze as his other hand moved to start slowly stroking him back and forth.
Celestia gave a pleased moan and began to allow his hips to twitch back and forth at the pleasure of his lover pampering him so, eyes rolling back just a bit as his stance got a bit wider in preparation “I-I think you have done more than enough, Anon. I-I would like you to-eep!”
The otherworldly creature did not need to be told twice, in moments he had pulled back and was kneeling behind the other, hands on his hips. Celestia’s eyes widened a bit as he felt that heavy, thick appendage glide between his ample cheeks, rubbing its fleshy belly against his quivering pucker. He cooed and more firmly buried his face into the sheets, biting them in anticipation.
Anon leaned down and whispered softly into the ponies ear “mphhh….I know exactly what you want. The same thing all of you little bugs want, isn’t that right?”
Celestia tensed up visibly at this, looking back at him in shock. “W-what!?” He said, his voice wavering from its usual tone a bit. “W-what are you talking abo-”
“The real Celestia would have told me off for calling him Sunbutt like that as soon as I woke up.” Anon explained as he gripped the other firmly by the back of the neck, squeezing softly.
The creature gave a soft sigh, its body erupting into ethereal green flames before reverting to its typical form. It was just as large as Celestia yes, though decidedly more menacing. At least, what passed for menacing in Ponyland. Anon admittedly found them sort of adorable, and not too bad looking. The creature certainly was handsome in its own right, with intense, slit pupiled green eyes, a long, soft emerald mane riddled with holes, somehow graced its head complemented by a crooked, jagged horn.
“Ugh, I suppose I am a bit rusty.” The changeling said, speaking with a rich, regal tone, looking back at the creature mounting them. “Introductions are in order. Hello, Prisoner, My name is King Chrysalis. I am the Ruler of the Changelings, and I have personally taken it upon myself to see that your love is properly harvested since the reprobates under my command seem to have been unable to corral your more…bestial tendencies without assistance.”
Anon smirked at this, shrugging “What can I say, once you go human, nothing else will do, man.”
The king gave a small derisive snort. “I shall be the judge of that, ‘Hyoo-Man.’ I will admit you possess a certain…exotic appeal, I can see that after a bit of time in your capable hands, but I will not be so easy to subdue as those whelps you conquered before. They are as simpering virgins before my millennia of expertise.”
“Wow, that sure was a self-aggrandizing way to call yourself a slut, bro,” Anon said simply, giving a little cheeky grin as he saw the king’s jaw drop and his face turn a slight shade of green at the remark before quickly recovering. “Hah! You say that as if it is a bad thing for a creature who subsists off of the love of others to be skilled in the carnal arts,” he said with a confident smirk, rolling his plush, heavy rump against Anon’s cock invitingly.
It did not surprise Anon much to see it was just as splendorous as before, save for the palette swap and a crater or two. After all, these shape-shifting little lovebugs had to be able to cater to a wide variety of tastes. And this ass definitely catered to his tastes. he chuckled softly, taking a firm handful of the king’s mane and drawing a soft, excited gasp from him as the changeling looked back at him in anticipation “Mphh…yes, rough me up. No need to be gentle, I can take whatever you can dish out.”
“I think I will be the judge of that,” Anon said in a mirror to the king’s own sentiments moments before, pressing his tip to their tight, quivering pucker and giving a soft grunt as he started to slip himself inside…
The king gave a soft grunt of satisfaction as the other began to push his way inside of them. He bit his lip and slowly pushed back against them, squeezing ever so slightly around the tip of the other cock rhythmically, coaxing them to delve deeper with an inviting massage with his well-trained back entrance. He looked back at Anon with a sultry, welcoming expression, fluttering his eyes at them. “Mnn…yes, please…avail yourself of me Anonymous. Sate me, feed me,” he uttered in a tone that was equal parts eager and demanding.
“Hold your weird little bug horses, big boy. I'll fuck you when I’m good and ready.” Anonymous said, not wanting to admit how good and ready he was to fuck the little bug horse if only to retain a semblance of poise in the face of the other's tawdry provocations. He gripped them by the hips firmly, slowly leaning forward a bit more to ever so gradually tease his length into the changeling king only to pull back out to the very tip once more, resulting in a slow, cumulative, and slowly deepening penetration of the royal’s succulent rump.
Each fraction of an inch that the human delved deeper into the king made him chitter ever so softly in delight. The pace was slow, grueling even. For a creature such as him, made to copulate fast and hard and drain as much essence from his lover as quickly as possible, feeling the massive reservoir of lust the other had on the verge of bursting and immersing them both, only to be held back with the floodgates ever so gradually opened was a sensation that would drive a lesser example of his kindred to madness in short order.
Fortunately for the king, he was not such a lesser example. Indeed he was the greatest of all changelings! He would not simply lay back and allow himself to be taunted in such a manner.
His horn began to glow a powerful, sickly green, and Anonymous felt a tingling as his hips were enshrouded in that same light. He felt something grip them intangibly and force him to ram forward into his partner, causing a surprised, pleasured groan to escape from between his lips as he found himself buried balls deep in plush changeling rear.
“O-ohhhh fuck, that’s good. That Royal Bussy hits different...” he said as he slowly ground his hips into the other greedily.
Chrysalis seemed…unamused at best to have his near-legendary posterior, which had made kings beg and inspired poets uncounted, be referred to as a….”Bussy”, even a Royal one. But it seemed they were a stallion on a mission. A bit of strange, distasteful modern slang would not derail this male-on-male railing!
He quickly hid his mild distaste, chuckling in amusement as he responds by rolling his own hips in time with the other to drive their grinding motions against all of the right spots to make them both feel more pleasure. “Mhmhmhmhm, oh you silly little creature, you have not begun to grasp the gulf that separates me from the average drone, let alone that mammalian drivel you choose to associate with.”
The king grunted and pushed back harder, knocking Anonymous onto his ass and beginning to roughly, quickly bounce up and down his length in an impressive display of reverse cowgirl. Or perhaps cowbug in this case. Anonymous was having a hard time caring about the semantics on this one though, as the sight of that fat ass clapping around his length and rippling on every descent crashing down onto his hips was more than enough to occupy the brunt of his already painfully short attention span.
Even so, the jab against the ponyfolk did not go unnoticed. “Hey! The ponies are all pretty cool once you get to know them.” He said, mildly irritated, but not enough to refrain from assisting the other to hammer themselves up and down his massive cock by using his arms to help them along.
“I am sure you find them quite charming, but an oaf such as yourself simply lacks the refined palette to understand true quality unless it is dropped firmly in your lap.” The king said with a smirk, accentuating this with a particularly firm slam down onto the other's hips, swiveling his ass and squeezing down on his member deliciously, practically trying to milk it in a deliberate, insistent way that the changelings seemed to be so adept at. “Uhmmmpphh~...though it seems you are quite happy to appreciate it once it does, so I suppose I can at least give you that much praise.”
Anon wrapped his arms around the other’s waist as they come crashing down again, one hand sliding down to start stroking his slick, green member as he laid back and pulled the other down atop him. The king gave a small surprised noise at this but relaxed and allowed the other to have their way as the human began to hammer his cock in and out of them, pistoning roughly up into his receptive body. The action of his bucking causing his strokes to become rough and sloppy and deliciously accentuated.
“Mnnn, you are already giving me a lot more than praise, so I would hope some light complements wouldn't be a step too far for you,” he said teasingly as he started to properly get into the swing of things.
The human’s sudden change of pace drew a guttural, primally satisfied moan from deep within the changeling king, rippling from his throat in a deliciously dark, needy tone that sent a shiver up Anon’s spine in a wonderful way.
“Mnnn, and this is not the end of what I can give you…” The royal muttered almost needily, arching his back prettily and allowing himself to be ravished, soaking in every drop of lust the human was so eagerly pouring out for him to devour. He already felt so powerful, even the bouquet he had managed to juice from that upstart guard captain while disguised as his fiance could not compare to the deluge of debaucherous donations the changeling was devouring from their dominator.
“If you would accept your place within the hive, I could give you anything you desired. Power, riches, The body of any stallion you desired backed by the most prolific propagator of lechery in all of Equestria at your beck and call, ready to drain your fat primate balls dry at a moment’s notice…”
He leaned back a bit more, allowing his head to loll back and his eyes to meet those of his lover, giving his nose a playful lick with his long, forked tongue. “I Could make you my King Consort. With your fine genetics, the brood you produce with me will surely possess your…enhanced qualities, and paired with the prodigious magic changelings already possess, nothing would be able to stand in our way as we drown all of Equestria in an unending tidal wave of unquenchable desires…~”
Now, Anon would have to be a mighty big liar to say that his cock wasn’t rock fucking hard after having the king lay it all on the table for him like that. He hummed as if considering the offer, suddenly moving to roll atop the changeling, which they happily seemed to allow, spreading his hind legs invitingly to make his ass jut out just so for the other to continue.
Anon happily took the invitation to continue, the sound of flesh slapping flesh filling the room once more, accompanied by the steadily louder, more desperate moans of the changeling king squirming beneath him as he contemplated the offer. “Mnnn, that sounds very tempting and all, but uh…I don’t really think I need all of that. I’m pretty content with all of this top-shelf bug ass, to be honest.” he said, giving the other's rump a smack and a hearty squeeze making them squeal softly. “I mean, even without the whole shape-shifting thing you guys are kinda cute.”
Chrysalis did his best to look offended by this remark and failed miserably as the flush in his cheeks became brighter and more defined, spreading further across his muzzle. “I-I am the King of all changelings. I am Handsome, fearsome even! I am not fit to be referred to as….as c-cu-EEEEE!”
He let out a loud scree as his neck was bitten and the other started to lay into him more roughly, every smack of his pelvis against that wobbling, bouncing ass making the bed beneath them squeal satisfyingly. Anon whispered into his ear “Shhhh, now how can you expect me to not think you’re cute when you make noises like that for me, Chrissy~”
As the other took full control of the situation, the changeling could not help but melt into his touch as they were manhandled and rutted into the mattress like a cheap toy. Every thrust now drew a soft grunt from the royal which became progressively higher-pitched and airier with every pass on his ass.
Anon chuckled softly, muttering roughly into his ear “mphhh..you know what I think? I think if you really wanted all of that, you would have just used the ones I already bred to make your little superbugs. No, you don't want power, you want someone to take the power from you. To pin you down to this bed and turn your little ass inside out and breed you like the little bitch you are…”
Despite his heartfelt attempts to say something, anything to the contrary, the king found himself nodding along with this creature's assertions furiously, cries of “yes!” and “please” issuing sporadically and aimlessly from his mouth as he was slowly but surely overwhelmed by the other. They were all over him, their larger, stronger body pressing down on him oppressively, that potent, virile stench clogging his nostrils and fogging his mound, surrounding him as a tantalizing, mind rending miasma as the air grew heavy with the sounds and scent of their heated lovemaking.
The human continued to speak down to them impudently between heated grunts and pants “Mphhh….don’t worry, I’ll be sure to give you all of the fat, hot fucking monkey dick you can handle. An ass this good is way too much to pass up willy nilly. All you have to do…” he leaned in a bit closer, a hand wrapping around the other’s throat and eliciting an excited submissive squeal from them. “Is promise to be a good boy for me, and stop trying to take over Equestria. If you’ll be good for me, you can have as much as you want.”
Chrysalis was floored by the absolute balls on this creature, both metaphorical and literal. His jaw dropped at this proposition in utter shock, which was quite comical considering he was still getting railed into next week while all this was unfolding on his face. How…how dare this droll, strange brute creature make such outlandish demands of him. Just the thought of being a….a good boy, allowing himself to be tamed, domesticated was…
It was about the time Chrysalis was having vivid mental images of himself wearing a collar, being tugged down towards the human's crotch to service him, that the changeling king began to cum his everloving fucking brains out. All semblance of reason was lost for a few precious moments. Those few moments were all it took for the royal to find himself screaming “Yes, oh HIVE, yes, I-I’ll do whatever you say, just please BREED ME!”
This eager proclamation of obedience was more than enough stimulation to send Anon careening over the edge right alongside the other. He pushed deep into them, as deep as he could get to make sure not a drop would escape as his balls drew tight. He locked his lips to the open, panting, screaming maw of his lover as rope after thick, creamy rope of his seed pumped into his clenching, milking depths, pasting whatever passed for the creature's reproductive internals with his hot, potent virile seed.
As the changeling king felt his insides bloat and stretch slightly from the volume of the load, all he could think of was how beautiful their clutch would be as he faded into blissful unconsciousness.
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“And yeah, that’s basically how it happened.”
Anon smiled sheepishly as he looked up at Celestia, who sat on his throne, mouth agape at what he had just heard from the human. He managed to pick his jaw up off of the floor and regain some of his composure before speaking again. “So, you are telling me that you managed to reform King Chrysalis…”
“With my cock, yes. I’m going back next week to feed the hive again. As long as I keep them stocked up on lust and sling Chrissy that bomb ass dick once in a while, they seem pretty content to uh…not be a megalomaniacal menace bent on the assimilation of the entire Equestrian Continent.”
“Uh….huh…” Celestia could feel his eye twitch as he soaked this in, rubbing his temples with his hooves. “Well, I suppose this is an acceptable end result for your little…adventure. Did you at least learn anything?”
Anon smiled wider at the question, taking out a small scroll and unraveling it “Oh! I actually did have a written statement to that effect, thank’s for reminding me.” he said as he took out a pair of reading glasses and cleared his throat.
“-Ahem- Dear Prince Sunbutt, today I learned that you can, in fact, solve all of your problems by fucking them really hard until they pass out. I look forward to testing this new theory the next time one of Twilight’s dumbass little friends tries to pester me into some asinine errand I have no intention of helping them wi-Hey wait what are you doing!”
Anon protested indignantly as he found himself enshrouded by a powerful golden aura and tossed out of the throne room by a very unamused Celestia, who used that same magic to slam the doors behind him, chased by a decree of “Get the buck out of my castle before I send you to the sun for calling me Sunbutt again, you cretin.”
“Ah, you’re just big mad that I can get Cryssy to let me smash that gloriously incandescent flank and send you gross pictures of it. Oh! Speaking of which, if you get some pictures in the mail, they aren’t from me.”
This is met by an irritated, exasperated mix between a scream and a groan that shook the floors of the castle as Anon ran off screaming. Looks like Celly was going to be in one of his moods for a bit. Ah well, at least he had a nice comfy hidey-hole to crash in, with plenty of nice cozy heiny holes to smash in.
