Mending Fuel, Aftershock


Written by Septia.


The cascade of force strikes into me. The ground disappears beneath my hooves, vision coated in mists of magic, the world spinning as vertigo sets and consumes me. I reach out to the swarm, but the hive mind lay wrought with the same confusion and panic, amplified through every drone nearby. I stay connected, grasp clinging despite the strain surging through me… until the point where the carrying force of the blast subsumes, passing the threshold where gravity takes hold: I'm falling. I cover my eyes as the revolving vistas around me shift from open skies to grim verdant foliage. Blissfully, knocked numb before impact… 


~ 1 ~


-Crrshhst- A creak of grinding chitin rouse me to a throbbing headache. Sensation poured through my veins – it felt like I had sprained by whole body. Lifting my face from the moss clad mound, I watch the tangle of my body crumpled up at the end of a long impact streak in the ground, able to follow the path up through a hollow shaped through the tree branches at my rear… -Crsskft- My eyes snapped to my cheek, a fracture trailed and forked along my flank, scar, the damage to the carapace showing up in various splintering up here and there cross my form, milling together like tectonic plates if I moved too much. 
	“Gpgh.. pgha..” I huff and steady myself on rock, unfolding my wings- -Wfppfths- and subsequently knock myself back onto the ground. The cyan chiffony turquoise laid shredded, tendon damaged. I gradually retracted them, leaving them folded to my form, bereft of flight. 
	As my vision grew accustomed to colours, I spotted a black stump ahead of me; a crooked branch jutting out of the ground. It almost, looks like… I tap the stump at my forehead, an unpleasant quake rippling through my spine as I raced the jagged outcropping where my horn had once been. I inhale one, long breath. Wandering back and forth in the clearing to sort my thoughts. I was without magic, without flight, without love, with my body in server conditions. Positive? I survived. But, I have never heard of a changeling this crippled before, this far from the hive. The reasons as to why haunted my thoughts…I slap my cheek. 
	“Mimic, you are gonna be ok, you are not giving up… Ooowuuch…” I lament, shaking the ache off of my hoof, but I was right: this was a time of action, because I had sparce few resources to work with, if I didn't spend my time well, I'd soon have none left. I set off, as the moon peeked through above; sun settling into twilight.


~ 2 ~


I kept my eyes peeled for movement. I would be defenceless against a timberwolf, or any larger critters… The hivemind laid silent. I had to help myself. Passing behind a row of houses, I notice there was light coming from a few windows. One, still open. -Krksk- -Skrsst- The grind of my fractured scales echoed through my head, hoping the sound I made would not match with my ache. I stayed beneath the window, listening… until I heard the tapping of hooves.. To mend my injuries, I required more than love… I needed mass. 
	I plunged my torso through the windowsill, slamming my hooves onto a desk beneath the precipice. The tanned stallion falling back on his flank at my entrance, mouth agape whilst I scramble over stacks of documents to haul myself through. 
	“Remarkable, that cannot be what I think It is. Oh, my pardons, you are sapient) are you not?” 
	I hiss, grunting whilst I thread my aching hind onto the desk. 
	“Perhaps not, or perhaps simply in distress. Be so as it may, this is very exciting. Is there anyway I can be of assistaaahfa-.” 
	Summoning the last mettle in my body I pounced, knocking the stallion to the floor. 'You can help out by just holding still,' I grumble in my head, before hissing, parting my lips to an abyss of turquoise sinew and hunching over the pony's forehead -Shhrfllfpsths-, Lips crawling forwards to reach the ends of his ears. 
	“That is certainly a peculiar way of greetings, though.” 
	“Mgrhghs.” I grumbled, screwing my maw down, brushing his mane past my lips. 
	“UnleIt is similar to.. it, couldn't be that you are really attempting to ingest me?” 
	“Mmgwhghsgs.” 
	“Sorry to say, considering your rigid anatomy, it, it is a task for which you are lacking the capacity to-.” 
	-Cklrlkt- Ahhhhhhhhh, finally my jawbone unhinged. -Ghisllmfpgh- with a ripple of of polished meat my lips warped to engulf the stallion's cranium, rippling with saliva polishing his matte coat. 
	“Oh my Stargmmpsh. Mmfpfshwh.” He squealed out whilst my lips swathed down his cheek and over his lips. 
	-Gllfmpghgsn- Osomgpths- I swallowed, contracting the space down my gullet until enough of his muzzle was drawn in by suction, -Bmfmshs- It slots into my throat as my maw passes his, sucking down on his neck while my own swells in the guise of his head.. -Gllogosmph- Lips wedging over his shoulder blades, he scrambles to get out, in his attempting to pry apart my lips, through I thrust forwards, ensnaring his hooves. -Slflfpsthsht- My chest throbs, cracks in my tensile carapace widen down my barrel as I devour the wriggling stallion.. Exertion pluck at my suckles. I slough onto the floor, half a pony bloating out the passage from my neck to my cheeks, morphing, rising and sinking along with his squirms. Though, on the ground, both our movements were restricted, his hind legs kicking a hoof away from me. -Afmfmpfghs- I adopt the techniques of the snakes, heaving my body along the ground, gape broad to -Sflflprshthts- crawl over my catch's form, gradually, though safely, funnelling them into broader and broader bulbs, collecting to balloon my barrel with untold kilos of fresh, pony equine mass… 
	The stallion trawled through the sluice of luminescent fluids, furling sinew bunching and kneading into his frame, feeding his form through the oesophagus, till the last of his hindlegs deposited into the gut -Sflpghhthst- coated moist with enzymes, as the organ contracted around him in as a wetsuit. 
	
	“H-heey w-we can talk ab-about thi, h-hery s-swould you know ii-it off?” He cried out, -Cggjtjoghs- though the gut contracted, -Slflfpsths- dousing him. Air growing sparse in the presence of the rampant humidity, a faint tang of licorice and almonds blossoming to smother his senses. -Chggls- -lppfghhts- as a grinding force stirred him in the forge of flesh. 
	I knead down, smushing my gut to the floor carpet -Sflppglthss- pancaking the broad array of bulges jamming my core. Each grind and hump a feat of endurance, though each rewarding me with less resistance -Ghhbgglpsgs- Gbglpgghs- “Re-really need… this… just… digest, please.” I huff in exertion. -Gbrhhrglglpblbsh- My gut howls -Slfpths- -Clpghthgs- the throbbing expanse of gut retracting. Resistance fading into a batch of molten glue gumming up my middle. -Flfpshthts- cflpfthhts- A boiling of burbles arching along my middle, as the bloat diminished to a thick dune of padding plumping out my middle. 
	“Mfms, O-oohk omf sok…” I huff out, kneading along the brim of the contracting belly, taming the rolling mounds of pudge. -Splfhthts- A spark of green magic flares up at my hooves, a familiar lime flame licking up along my body, in its wave transmuting the dusk of my carapace into a matching khaki. Plumping out my figure, until it passed over my muzzle. 
	-Bhuraaurrrlsps- and I let out a rumbling belch through my meal's very own lips. “Pohha..a…” I huffed out, sprawling out on my back, watching the mounds of churning gruel jostling at my lower gut. There I remained, until my body had acclimated to the injection of bulk. 


~ 3 ~


Twilight had passed when I stood once more. Still unsteady. It wasn't enough… Though, I was smiling. “From the lowest of lows, I've come this far, so who's to say I can't strive further?,” I rose my hoof high, “I'll be back in prime shape, all by my own hooves.” -Crrksth- A crumble of carapace trickled through the raised leg, and I stumbled to a cough, in shame. 
	The streets were silent. I poked the rest of my head out the door, and teetering out into the early night. It must be that. Settlement. Ponytown? Fillyville? Something along those lines. I caught myself smiling once I had crossed a few houses. There was nopony around to see me, and even if they did, what was suspicious with a stallion stalking the streets of his home town? Everything was going, spectacularly well. It could be enough just to siphon a particularly juicy vein of love, and I'd be back into the skies. Would anyone believe me when I'd be back home? That I, master spy Mimic, broken and crippled, saved myself in foreign lands? The smile got bigger. 
	“Hha haaa~” 
	-Cdkdnt- a window flung open. “Who's making all the noise?” a mare yelled. Though, after a few moments they withdrew, locking the window in place. “Phaa… pghsa…” I heaved, trembling in a nearby bush, “phaa.. ha.a. Hahaaha…” I chuckled, master spy Mimic deludes yet another~. 


~ 4 ~


“Mfhaaa, phooo… mfnsnsffrr, pheoooew…” 
	A heavy snore seeped from the resting stallion. His luxurious mane folded up into a shawl to preserve its luster. A chair stood by the bedside, where the coming day's evening wear was laid out; folded and spotless. Another chair for the day attire, a third for the morning outfit, and a fourth with the same clothing as the first, though in a darker hue of silver were the evening was pertaining to be particularly bright. Hoity toity certainly was a stallion of principle, style, and routine. 
	-Ckkrrsnsn- though, perhaps he should have remembered to close his window… 
	For me, it was perfect. I peered to the snoring figure curled up under the sheets. Then... hesitated. What if somepony heard? The inn, was this as safe as it looked? It was best to just stuff him down before anypony wo-. 
	-Dnnk- Dnngh- dnngk- came knocks for m the door. 
	“Room service for the elegant Toity.” 
	I huddled to the floor, quivering. 
	“Just kidding~ Just checking in to see if you are getting your beauty rest, as requested. Since you seem sound asleep, I'll just leave you to it~. Sweet dreams~” 
	The patter of hoofsteps gradually faded.
	I rose, eyes darting between the door and the bed. This felt, far too convenient? With some strain I dropped my disguise. Although… if I could really take my time with this… Then I could have some fun. 



My lower horn slid gracefully and I stepped around the resting stallion's head, looming above as I brushed along my crotch. With my stomach carapace still mending, it would still hurt to take in another meal. Ho, but my stallionhood, had no such hindrances. I brandished my lower horn, extending with an array of throbs coursing back through my lap. Till my mast hung low, a hair above the sleeping stallion’s head. I shifted, waited… he turned his head, muzzle aimed to the roof… and so I squatted in turn, letting my slit widen to slot onto his muzzle. -Sclrhhfflpstsh- The onyx flesh crawled over his head, bending like a squealing rod of rubber, confining his muzzle to my greedy head. 
	“Mmfff…” I inhaled, quivering as I shifted lower, my shaft flexing firm as my cockhead draped down his cheeks -Shfrrlflslpths- The onslaught of my cock cascaded down his mane, folding his ears flat to the inflating funnel, sculpting around the contours of his face and sleeping mask. -Sflrlprshts- -Cflspts- The interspace of cock and stallion rippled with a series of bubbles fomenting out through the pony's snores, the patter titillating me in jolts of excitement. “Mfms, aamh ooh yeah, I really needed some of this,” I huff out and leaned back, gently humping forwards -Shrlrpshs shovelling the grey neck passed the collar of my cock, before grinding down to mould the brim along the slopes of his shoulders. The gentle trickle of polishing a window with grease crinkling in the lone room, as only Luna's moon highlighted the congestion of stallion distending my dick. 
	Every undulation of flesh worming its way down the breadth of jet black skin glistening of silver. Leaning down, I peel back the sheets off of him, keeping in pace with my shaft -Sflflrshts- Drooping down, engulfing the pony in warmth and still deliciously oblivious. I hold his forehooves to his sides, -Scllprrshhts- my tip warping along his frame to envelop it in the sarcophagus of my stallionhood. My hooves tremble, breath picking up some steam. I can't help but -Thfllpbsha- Thrust… finding a rhythm to -Fllspthtsh-- heave my weight forwards, -Scqnnsrhhch- The bedding squeaking underneath me, as each hump ploughs my sausage stuffing deeper, a trawling squelch of humid meat steamrolling the coat -Sflphhths- and a thud of the mast flexing rigid to mark another stretch of the pony's barrel as its own -Sldlthtwhbplp-. 
	“Mfmfns, phaa…” I coo, rocking along to the rhythm rippling through the length of my engorged meat, the oblong bulge culminating at Hoity's muzzle, just about reaching the base of my crotch. 
	-Cllspghhths- A slim pressure weighs on his chest, at first ignored, though slowly, impeding the stallion’s steady breaths. “Mfmsmpah.. what is…” Hoity mumbles. He thought he had opened his eyes, but all he saw was black. Until… -Clsptthhts- an orifice bore itself before him, and trails of pale, glowing alabaster pools of shimmer light the tunnel's end. 
	“By the sanctity of fashion what is g-.” 
	“Fmgogns womngsh.” The mumbles laid smothered under a thick, eager changeling erection, though it was enough that I could hear it. “Just mfms, a little further, we'll take you all the way to ms, being mine.” I chitter, grasping his flanks and -Flfpwhththspths- scoffing them into my well-fed cock, wiggling forwards to cram past the final hurdle, -Sllfhrprusths- His cheeks sinking into the embrace of the undulating organ, The slender, dieted buns soon clogging up my mast. “Aawh yeah…~” 
	“What is the meaning of thingsfmmsph, pah.” Hoity's head flushed through the taut gateway, plunged head first into my sack that -Bwlfpgbgbs- plumpened broad and thick. “Mfmsgsph pha, h-hold on now, I-I don't know what you are doing but if it is a ransom you want, fine, I just let me talk to my people I'll make sure you- fpfmgpbllpmg.” 
	His mumbled were muffled as I dunked his head down my sac, my stash of changeling nectar. “Mmfpghrhb- Fmpwghhgsg-.” His wriggles roused electricity throughout my spine, an injection of comfort I was sorely lacking. 
	“Sshhs…” I mumbled, and slowly sat back. -Bllpsthhgs- letting my pouch slough out between my legs, and hugging around my mast. Ahead of me. My cock throbbed, skin rippling over the silhouette of my catch. His squirms, fattening my cock. I could feel my heartbeat through the circulation in my dick, rustling every nerve in my body. 
	“Just fmms hanker down… I've mfm, bagged you fair and square…” I huffed out, hugging and brushing my hooves along my mast, -Slfpfhths- to knead him down. 
	-Cchflpgts- -Clpghths- He felt gravity take hold, peristalsis guiding him towards the chamber. Hoity struggled to keep his head above the surface, hosting himself up with a hoof he tugged free, spitting out globs of the pale brine. “Is it my status you want? Do want, are you a spy,? I shall never give up the secret to the inner circles of the fashion worlfmpghgs-.” His head dipped back into the dew, form gradually feeding into the balls, inflating the black orbs with strained -Ffmgls- lumps of hooves and muzzle surfacing in the inflating satchel. “Mfpah ahaa, o-ok you win, I'll talk, trends are decided upon byfmspghs mpas hphaa, u-unleash me you dastardly fiend.” 
	“Mfofsmpgh fmpwhrlflnf sfmwwn.” 
	“Shhs… you are already doing great…” I huff out, squeezing down along the two thick lumps of his hind bloating out my shaft, as his flailing hooves -Sllfpfsthts- sink past the crown of my cock. -Sglpthghs- and plummet down at a snails pace, plumping out my sack in gentle throbs -Sbbgs- -Bllgpsghs- churns of spunk stirring within, a stallion’s worth of meat submerged in the depths of my dick. I slipped back into a trance of kneading down the bulges that rose from the faint kicks and wriggles of struggle, as the stallion siphoned down the last length of my dick, and burgeoned the girth of my sack to a sloshy pair of obese flesh cushions -Glsptbgjpkttshs-. 



-Sllpfhbts-Sfpsbtohgs- The last of Hoity's tail was packed in the confining cell, the surface of the spunk creeping upwards as the walls contracted around him to a steady throb of the changeling's lust -Clpghths- -Lpghtbgjgs-. The atmosphere soggy of musk that painted the air heavy with humidity, a virile cultivation of pleasure and saline nectar imposing itself in the stallion's lungs -Clpsghths- another wave of the spunk welled up around him, clotting into a web of filaments gluing into his fur, combing through every nook and hair to meld into his skin. “I-I can't, you musn't.. spapsh it-the airii-in heereh is s-so h-heavy, wh-where are you t-taking sm..me…” Gradually, the complaining got mellow. Each breath infested Hoity's lungs with the raw concoction of changeling lust, ancient magic and primal emotions concentrated into an intoxicating fume, flushing through his senses. “Ots.. you.. fmbgls- ww I-will see… fpgs. Pahga pha.. white is.. a classic… elegance…” He mumbled, breathing in a mouthful of the mortar between his breaths. The tension in his muscles seeping through, as he lounged back in the reservoir of pristine, glowing gel, body growing soft, light, smooth, and slick in the tenebrous cauldron. 


-Gbrlgpghs- Sdlpgbths- I brushed down along my portly orbs, the ripples of bloats fading, and the surface rolling flat as the stallion macerated into the churns of the stuffed orbs. Brewing as the expanse of the sack retreated -Slpghhtsh- from distended sacks to plumped up orbs chock full of nourishing nut butter. -Glbbgbhgs- Blglghsgs- The occasional burble and jingle through my jewels rousing another surge of satisfaction to kindle the pyre of my loins. -Sflspthths- My shaft slopped on top of the graciously meaty bells with a slap of a chubby flank squeezing into a tight seat -Sflpfsbthts- nestling between the canyon between the deflating orbs. I wriggled back on top of the mattress, body sprawled out to cover over the expanse of comfy bedding. Somewhere along, I succumbed to slumber, with my neathers brewing throughout the night, refining the sludge into pure, mending muck. 


~ 5 ~


“Phhllaa…” 
	“Decorated Hoity, this is your wake up call, did you have a pleasant sleep.” The mare held for a response. Then knocked again. “Mister Hoity?” 
	
I looked down my body, Hoity hard quite a stylish warm greasy cool for a coat, clashing with my turqoise wings when I unfolded them. They were still in tatters, and my horn would be a whole other barrel to deal with. However,… the pain had all but vanished, I exposed parts of my carapace at a time, brilliant, scintillant, glistening and black chitin. Earth ponies sure had muscles to spare. Fitting myself in some clothes I found in a drawer, and settling into my disguise, I finally respond. “It was simply exquisite, the service is beyond commendable, and do I dare say,” I fitted on his glasses, a flash of turquoise flickering behind the shades, “I feel better than ever.”