[NSFW] [WiP] [WTF] Hive-Host

*Note* This story will contain clop, and some fucked-up fetish shit. Urethral ovipositor impregnation type shit. Blame the faggots on /mlp/. It's not like I chose to write it because it's my fetish or anything. If that sets off any triggers for you pussies, back out now.

 

>Day what the fuck ever in Equestria.

>Another day in candy horse land.

>Why are you even getting out of bed?

>It's just going to be another puerile day of inane pony shenanigans.

>Your feet trudge lazily towards the bathroom.

>You wouldn't even bother with hygiene, but it turns out Yellowquiet LIKES her men to smell like Death farted.

>Figures, since she hangs out with filthy animals all the time.

>You step into the shower, then turn the knob.

>That's right, you're a hardcore motherfucker.

>Shit shit SHIT SHIT THAT'S COLD.

>The shock wakes you up, and you stand there shivering like an idiot until the heat finally starts to come through.

>Fuck, this was a stupid idea.

>You stop worrying about it as the heat washes over you, and your balls start to exit from their retreat up into your pelvis.

>There are few things that help to make sense of things like a nice, hot shower.

>You just stand there in the flowing warmth for a minute, before you go through the motions of actually getting clean.

>It actually makes you feel better.

>Maybe today wouldn't be so bad.

>I mean pastel equine world wasn't TERRIBLE. It was just boring.

>Aside from Butterrapist's occasional attempts to jump your bones, nothing exciting happened.

>It was just the same, mundane day of life. Over, and over.

>Not that different from home, you guess. But at least then you had the pretense of maybe being able to get with a woman.

>Right.

 

>Like any woman would touch you. Other than a psycho like Fluttershy.

>And she's a fucking horse, so she doesn't count.

>Well, that crippling blow from your internal monologue aside, you're feeling pretty good.

>You dry off your body, and step out of the bathroom and into the relative chill of your house.

>You've managed to eke out a decent enough living doing odd jobs around Ponyville. Turns out being tall and having opposable thumbs made your otherwise unskilled labor actually pretty high in demand.

>And you honestly liked the ponies. Other than Strawberry-Banana, for obvious reasons.

>It's just... they're horses. Magical, sentient horses. But horses.

>You felt... alone, honestly.

>Fuck.

>Now this morning's taken a really somber turn.

>Cheer the fuck up, Anon.

>Even if you'd never be intimate with anyone, never see your old friends and family, and never use the Internet again, you have friends and a steady income here.

>Yeah.

>Feeling sort of better again!

>You reach the kitchen, swinging open your fridge and digging around the bottle of condiments for something with substance.

>You find a carton of eggs that's been sitting there for probably too long.

>Oh well, protein is protein.

>It's about the only kind of protein you can get in technicolor quadraped kingdom.

>You fire up the stove and get to buttering your skillet.

>Maybe today wouldn't be so bad anyway.

>Maybe Fluttershy might not even-

 

>KNOCK KNOCK, MOTHERFUCKER.

>A knock on your front door.

>-... goddamnit. Thought that thought one thought too soon.

"Lemme guess. Fluttershy?"

>You call out towards the front door, knowing full well she can hear you.

>There's a shuffling around outside. And what sounds like a high-pitched whine.

>"O-oh, uhm. Y-yes, Anon. It's me, Fluttershy!"

>Oookay. Fucking odd, but then, it's Meekanimals you're talking about.

>She's been getting odder every time she tries to guess your stupid fucking fetish.

>What a retarded concept. You really wish she'd stop. But whatever. It is what it is. You look down at the butter slowly melting in the pan.

"I'm cooking breakfast, Fluttershy. If you have to bother me today, come back later."

>More shuffling. What the fuck is she doing out there?

>"U-uhm, oh, well, it's actually, uhm, rather important!"

>You fucking bet.

"Uh-huh! I've already fallen for that one before Fluttershy. Asking me if expanding tits turns me on ISN'T really important. Besides, yours are by your crotch. Fucking gross."

>Crotchtits were definitely not your fetish.

>Again with the shuffling. It sounds like she's got someone with her, maybe?

>"W-what? I mean it, Anon, it's really important! Can you please come out so we can talk?"

>You sigh, and shake your head. This better be good, or else you're gonna play football with Fluttershy's skull. And you don't mean handegg.

 

>You kill the heat, and set the pan on an inactive burner.

>You really regret having not gotten dressed. Answering the door in only a towel will probably send the little rapist mixed messages, but whatever. You're out of fucks to give.

>You open the front door, and look down expect to see little miss Nomeansyes ready to test some new, outlandish kink on you.

>But... there's no one there.

"...what the fuck, Fluttershy. I don't have time for this. The pan's gonna get cold."

>You poke your head out of the doorway, and look around.

>You see ponies heading further into the center of town, but not a single rapist in sight.

>At least, not one that you knew of. Maybe Berry Punch over there got a little forceful when she was drunk. Which was always.

>You'd rather not consider it.

"Fluttershy. What the shitting dicks is this? Where'd you go?"

>You step out of the house, dearly hoping the towel stays put. The last thing you need is to end up naked with your stalker possibly on the prowl.

"Disappearing acts are not my fetish, Fluttershy!"

>You don't even know why you're going this far to talk to her.

>You half-close the door behind you, and step fully out of the house.

>Nothing.

>That's it, you're going back ins-

>"GET HIM!"

>Your muscles barely have time to tense up before three Fluttershies tackle you.

 

>What the fuck is this? She's tried to coerce you before, but never this goddamn rough.

>Also, there are three of her.

>So that's weird too.

"Fluttershy! Fluttershies?! Get the fuck off me, you little winged rats! I will kick your fucking skulls in!"

>Despite your superior human frame, the sheer mass of yellow pony keeps you held down.

>"Quick, put him to sleep, you dumb bitch!"

>One of the Fluttershies angrily hisses to the counterpart straddling your chest.

>"Shit, fine!"

>She stares down at you, but instead of her trademark glare, an unearthly green light fills her eyes, and radiates up past her forehead.

>Is she... doing magic? Does she have a fucking horn now?

>Little psycho should know magic doesn't work on humans.

>I mean, that was the only contrived plot device that let you feel safe in this fucked up ponyverse.

>"It's... not... working!"

>"Shit, shit! Plan B!"

>The Fluttershy looks up to her counterpats, and gives them a grim nod, looking back down to you before rearing back one of her hooves.

>Oh this bitch better not be.

"Fluttershy. I will fucking kill you if you even think about-

>Too late.

>The last thing you see is her tiny hoof come sailing down towards your face.

>Fucking Fluttershy.

 

>Darkness.

>If it weren't for the throbbing pain in your head, or the ungodly smell, you wouldn't have even realized you were awake.

>Oh fuck, the smell.

>It wasn't even bad. Just the weirdest thing you've ever smelled. Acrid, nature-y. Like slightly stale sex mixed with fruit salad.

>And that will be the weirdest comparison you ever need to make.

>You hope.

>You feel around. Something is restraining you by the wrists and ankles, but it feels rubbery. Almost organic.

>Welp, Anon. You've done it this time. You've ended up in a rape dungeon.

>Hopefully it won't take too long for the ponies to find your body.

>You wonder if an Element of Harmony could even be arrested in this fucked up theo-monarch the horses had going on.

>Sighing, you decide to test your luck.

"Hello?"

>What you hear is not what you expect.

>What you hear is skittering. Hisses. Clicking. Chirring.

>A voice, feminine, but low and raspy.

>"He's awake, girls..."

>A slightly familiar green glow fills the room.

>And... that is definitely not Fluttershy.

>Dozens of pairs of bright, featureless teal eyes shine out in the darkness under the pale green light.

>It emanates from one of the creatures' horns, the protrusion shaped from smooth black chitin, its jagged, irregular pattern playing out all across their bodies, giving their already strange forms an eerie, hole-y alien quality.

>They look like twisted mockeries of the pastel ponies you've grown to know. Like a grimdark tweenager drew one.

>Fuck.

 

>"Ooh, he's so big."

>One of them murmers, her eyes half-lidded as they trace over your form.

>Oh, fuck. You're naked.

>Your captors seem to have neglected to bring along your towel.

>Instinctively, your arms go to shield little Private Anon from enemy line-of-fire, but you only managed to pull futilely at the sticky green goo that you see is restricting your limbs.

>One of the bug-things laughs. It's an unsettling sound, like spiders crawling up your back, sending an involuntary shudder across your spine.

>"Oh, it's not that big. I've seen much bigger."

>If you weren't terrified, you'd offended.

>Okay, you're a little offended anyway.

>"But I've never seen one quite like it. He doesn't even have a sheath. It's just hanging out there, for anyone to look at!"

>"How lewd!"

>More of that awful, stuttering laughter. The voices are all feminine, but you are feeling decidedly unsexy. This is not how you imagined being gang-banged by a bunch of women to be.

>Instead of feeling like a desired person, you're just a piece of meat. A meal that these... things were ogling, and judging from the fangs that glinted out from their mouths, that thought might be more literal than you'd like.

>One of them starts to make a move towards you. Her steps are slow, methodical, the single, ghostly light casting unnatural shadows through the holes in her legs.

>"You're going to LOVE us, exotic little morsel."

>A mocking chirr rings out from her throat.

>"Whether you want it or not."

 

>"Mm, yes. I want to taste his LOVE."

>Another voice rings out. More of them are slowly prowling towards you now, creeping out from the edge of the light into view.

>The one casting the light steps between you and them.

>"I caught him, you cunts. *I* get the first sample of his LOVE."

>The way they say love, it's more like a chant, a mantra, a series of sounds they memorized, rather than an actual word that meant something.

>The desperate, ragged hunger behind it terrified you more than anything.

>You pull at the goo that encases your wrists, panic rising in your gut, as your heart beats increasingly fast inside your tightening chest.

>Maybe if you can get free, you can slip out. Find a way back home.

>If you ever get out of here, you'll hug the first pony you see. Even if it's Yellowquiet.

>Anything beats these horrible creatures.

>But it's no use. The bindings stretch, and bend, but never break.

>The alpha bug turns to you, making an appreciative clicking noise from somewhere in her skull.

>"Look at those muscles, straining while it tries to escape. No, no, little one. There's no need to be so scared. It'll only make your LOVE sour."

>A single, cold, chitinous hoof reaches out, touching your abdomen. It circles around, drawing a larger shape every pass. Going lower every pass.

>She laughs again. You hate it. You feel like you're going to cry.

>There is a slamming noise. A door opens. A brighter light fills the room. A deeper voice.

>"WHAT is going on in here!?"

 

>The breath hangs caught in your lungs as you look up, your eyes stinging in the light.

>All eyes, including yours, are on the form in the archway at the top of what is apparently a staircase.

>She descends the rough, stony steps down into the dim room. Her eyes, unlike the rest of the creatures, were bright, vivid green, and actually had definable features.

>Thick teal tassels of hair draped down her face, like the leaves of a weeping willow.

>She peered over her long muzzle disapprovingly at the smaller creatures.

>"Carapace! What is this creature, and what is it doing in our new hive?"

>Her voice was a deep, throaty thing. Sure, and commanding.

>The alpha-bug, although she stood taller than the rest of them, was dwarfed before the newcomer's regal presence. She reminded you of Celestia, in a way.

>Not that you've seen much of the princess.

>Your captor stutters, looking away from the taller one and to the floor.

>"N-nothing, Mother! I-Imean, it's not, well, it must look like-"

"Anon!"

>Both the alpha-bug, and her 'Mother' turn to look at you. The alpha, apparently 'Carapace,' looks shocked.

"M... my name's Anon! I live in Ponyville, and these-, uh... girls, kidnapped me!"

>The mother's pupils narrow at you, and creep slowly back to Carapace.

>"You kidnapped a creature. From PONYVILLE?!"

>Carapace's ears go flat, and her entire form shrinks against the wall of her mother's anger.

>"N-no, well, yes, but-"

 

>"You short-sighted, selfish, arrogant little HATCHLING!"

>Carapace has to crouch towards the ground to get any lower. Her eyes do not leave the floor.

>The rest of the creatures watch on in guilty silence.

>"And I am guessing you have -friends- in Ponyville, 'Anon'."

"O-oh yes! Pinkie wouldn't let me not!"

>She sneers at the mention of the party pony.

>"Pinkie. Pinkamina Diane Pie. An ELEMENT OF HARMONY, CARAPACE!"

>"M-mother, please, I was just so hungry!"

>"That is no excuse! Did you do no scouting? Did you not learn anything about your quarry before striking?!"

>A long, awkward pause. Like being in the same room as your friend while they were getting yelled at.

>Except you're naked, and your friend was actually a bug alien who was going to rape you.

>Carapace's silence tells her mother all she needs to know.

>"You did. You did scout him out, and even knowing what you knew, you still took him."

>"I-I was just-"

>"You have incurred the wrath of the ponies onto our new home, Carapace! We lost Canterlot because a foolish decision to disregard the power of their love and friendship. Did you learn nothing from our failure?!"

>Carapace looks dejected to the chamber floor.

>"Go to your clutch. I will deal with you later."

>She begins the long trot up the stairs. The rest of the creatures wait on in hushed anxeity.

>"THAT MEANS ALL OF YOU!"

>A buzzing, chittering rush of bug-things later, only you and the mother remain in the dimly lit, cave-like chamber.

 

>A glow of magic radiates from her long, jagged horn, and with a an audible the congealed goo around your wrists and ankles breaks clean apart, like Silly Putty.

>You sit up, rubbing your sore wrists, your heartrate finally calming down now that your potential rapists had left.

"Th-thanks."

>The mother leers down at you with indifference.

>"Do not mistake this for compassion, or favor 'Anon'. Were you not so lucky as to know an Element of Harmony, I would have gladly allowed my brood to drain you dry of love."

>Your throat reflexively swallows out of fear, but the dryness of it hurts.

"...thank you, never the less. My name's Anonymous, by the way."

>She narrows her gaze at you.

"B-but you can call me Anon! I-I mean, I introduced myself that way."

>Her glossy green eyes stare intently at you for entirely too long. She seems to be considering something, and doesn't care to include you.

>After what feels like hours, you decide to break the silence.

"S-so, uhm. What now? Can I go-"

>"No."

>The abrupt rejection of her firm command causes you to flinch, and your gaze falls to the floor.

>Fuck.

>You begin running through options in your head. You know you're resistant to magic, but three of these things overpowered you earlier. And there was definitely more than three of them.

>Maybe-

>"You are considering escape."

>You snap your eyes back up to her, her intense, judging stare unchanged.

"Wh-what? No, I-"

>"It is impossible."

 

>She finally moves, her long, plated neck gesturing for you to follow her up the stairs.

>You hesitate, watching every movement of her long, slender legs. It is only now that you notice the pair of massive, gossamer wings resting on her back, and the strange, crown-like protrusion her head.

>She looks a proper princess, a dark alicorn. But she carries herself with even more importance.

>Like a queen.

>You catch yourself staring for too long, and begin to follow her up the stairs.

>What even was that, Anon?

>She's an alien bug-thing. She should give you the jibblies.

>And she definitely shouldn't fascinate you.

>You shrug it off as you finally reach the top of the stairs, and follow her through the archway.

"So, it's impossible, why?"

>She looks over her haunches to give you a wry, condescending smile.

>"Because, 'Anon'."

>The mother turns to face you, backing herself out into the new chamber.

>"You are in the very heart of our hive."

>As you carefully step through the arch, your lungs seize up at the sight.

>Hundreds of the creatures, maybe thousands, all buzzing about a massive central chamber.

>More tunnels branch off from the massive, circular chamber than you care to count, and you can hear the deafening drone of more of the things from deeper in the hive.

>It's like some twisted soul combined an ant colony with a human metropolis, and draped it all in that eerie green glow.

>Suddenly, your situation seems much, much more dire.

 

>The mother seems to bask in the look of despair that must crawl across your face.

>Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

>Your throat swallows again, and you chide your body for the pain the movement causes you.

"Th-the Elements will..."

>You can't finish the sentence. Any hope for rescue seems a little far-fetched now.

>She frowns, her gloating grin turning to disdain.

>"I am well aware that the Elements will come for you, Anonymous."

>She looks out into the hive, her chitin giving off a slight gleam as it strays into an errant beam of light from the highest peak of the room.

>"And while we can prepare for them, I have seen the power of love first-hand."

"Love?"

>She gives you an angry sigh.

>"Do not attempt to fool me, Anonymous. One of the Elements loves you, does she not?"

>You wouldn't exactly call Fluttershy's clumsy sexual advances love. But best not to get rid of any cards you may still have.

"...yeah."

>"Then explain to me why I should let the one bargaining chip I've got waltz right out of my grasp?"

>She does have a point.

>"You remain here, until I decide precisely what to do with you."

>A sigh of resignation escapes your chest.

"Fine."

>You pause, something welling up in you.

>Something crazy.

"But only on three conditions.

 

>The mother cocks her head, her face expressing abject confusion, tempered only by bemusement.

>"And what makes you think you have ANY position to bargain with?"

>The words seem to jump out of your mouth. You didn't know the ability to think this fast was even in you.

"Well for one, you don't know what I can do. I'm the only one of my kind in Equestria, as far as I know And now that I've gotten up, I could have been preparing any sort of trick to make your life harder."

>You grin, pride swelling up in your chest as you speak.

"For instance, I'm immune to magic."

>Her eyes widen. You don't let up.

"And what's more, is even if you do manage to keep me, I'm desperate. Maybe I'll even take my own life. Bite off my own tongue. Can you imagine what the ponies'll do if they find out that you 'killed me'?"

>Anger crosses her face, and you immediately decide to reel it in.

"But I won't. I'll be a good little prisoner, and I won't interfere with any of your plans, or use any of my freaky Human powers to mess up your hive. As long as I get my three conditions."

>There is another impossibly long pause as she considers you, her eyes never leaving your face, but it feels like she's looking into your very being.

>Suddenly, the behavior reminds you of something you learned in school, one of the few days that you were paying attention.

>She's like a praying mantis, staying perfectly still for hours before striking her prey.

>Finally, the silence is broken.

>She laughs.

 

>Her laugh is deeply unlike the broken, scattered 'kekeke' of her children.

>It is entirely human, only the subtle, insectile reverb of her voice giving away her alien nature.

>"How amusing. You 'humans' are vertebrates, right? At last you act like it."

>You feel your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment, but you don't let your posture waver.

>"Very well. Name your 'conditions'."

>Score.

"One: I get to roam free. I won't leave the Hive, but unless letting me go somewhere is dangerous, I get to decide where I am, and what I'm doing."

>She lets out another chuckle.

>"A bold request. You may wander, but you will be under armed guard at all times."

>Shit. Fine, you can work with that.

"Fair enough. Two: You bring me any food I want, as long as it's attainable by your people."

>The mother raises an eyebrow.

"Specifically, I want access to meat."

>"Interesting. Doable."

>You can feel yourself salivate at the opportunity for steak. Or bacon. Or chicken. Or-

>Goddamnit, Anon. You can stuff your fat mouth with meat later. You're negotiating.

"And finally..."

>You look down.

"I want some goddamn clothes."

>She blinks, before her eyes look down, unabashedly examining your flaccid manhood.

>Suddenly you are very, very self conscious.

>"...yes. I wouldn't want to have to worry about seeing THAT all the time, anyway."

>You could swear you see her face turn a shade of green.

>But it must be from the glow of the room.

 

>"Is there anything else, human? Shall I also order my brood to massage your feet? To find a palm leaf and fan you while you laze about?"

>You resist the temptation to push it, even as a joke.

"Just one thing that's been bugging me."

>She frowns, maybe a poor choice of words.

"Uh, sorry."

>There is no response. She's doing that thing where she remain still again. It's fucking unnerving.

"It's just... what are you?"

>The subtle predatory consideration fades, giving way to sadistic glee.

>"Oh, you poor little creature."

>She flares her wings, and stands as tall as she can, arching her back into the motion, and you can see the plates of her exoskeleton flaring up as her muscles work beneath them.

>"*I* am Chrysalis, Queen and Mother of these, the Changelings!"

>Once more she bears her razor-like teeth, and you catch yourself shrinking back from her slightly as her long neck cranes in, allowing her to whisper into your ear.

>"And from this night on, I am *your* queen as well."

>With that, she leaps off the ground, the force of her jump spraying a gust of wind into your face as she takes to the air, her laughter filling the cavern as she flies off.

>You are left, standing naked, unsure of what to do, the deep, husky, throaty tone of her voice and the heat of her breath against your ear are for some reason the only things you can think about.

>...why, boner.

 

--TO BE CONTINUED WHENEVER I PICK IT UP FAGGOT, PROBABLY SOON--