>Far from the rolling hills and verdant forests of Equestria,
>past the Everfree Forest and the unsettled plains beyond,
>in a desert region known only as the Badlands, resides the Hive –
>towering above miles of blasted waste, this massive structure of chitin is home to the Changelings.
>These insectoid beings, feared and loathed the world over, are known for taking sustenance from Love,
>shapeshifting and impersonating spouses and partners to drain unwitting victims of their dearest passions.
>Following their failed invasion of Canterlot, life goes on as usual for the Changelings –
>feeding from stray buffalo, deceiving the hapless nomad, and ingratiating themselves into pony society,
>to steal whatever True Love they can manage, wherever they can.
>Normal, except for one curious addition to the Hive’s population:
>You.
>Bound in sickly greenish ooze at your wrists and ankles,
>trapped in the center of a bustling recreational cavern of black chitin and mucous,
>you are ravished day in and day out by the various drones and soldiers of the Changeling populace,
>your stomach and colon packed ceaselessly with semen for months on end.
>At this very moment, an eager young boy is thrusting his bulbous, girthy penis into your ass,
>fucking his favorite new toy with wild abandon.
>He is the twelfth of the evening, or thereabouts, and you wonder just how full they can stuff you –
>each and every one of them takes it upon himself to hilt you completely before flooding you with cum,
>and though you’ve gotten used to it, that doesn’t make it any less uncomfortable.
>This young one, barely pubescent in the first place, shouldn’t greaten your burden too much.
>Your bleary eyes recognize the now-familiar sight of a Changeling male in ecstasy,
>as you feel yet another blast of slimy, viscous semen pour into your intestines.
>The boy cries out and falls onto your chest, you assume simply of exhaustion,
>but after five minutes, he clearly isn’t moving,
>his penis snugly lodging itself in your butt for the duration of his nap.
>Your own neglected cock simply twitches in frustration as liters of plugged-up fluid slosh around in your depths;
>still, the gentle rocking of his snores don’t fail to lull you to slumber.
***
>Some time later, you’re violently woken up by the feeling of a different drone penetrating you,
>and you open your eyes to find another lowering his throbbing erection to your face.
>Dumbly accepting your duty, you slip his member into your mouth,
>running your tongue along its strangely-segmented length while he gently thrusts himself into your throat.
>They enjoy using all of you, and it isn’t really that bad – as long as you obediently suckle your Masters,
>they’ve got no reason to injure your jaw anymore.
>Plus, their thick, dark-green cum, slightly acidic and very musky,
>has been your only consistent source of nutrition for weeks.
>As your two insectoid lovers spear you on their cocks, you  wonder…
>if you didn’t swallow every drop they fed you, would they even bother keeping you alive?
>Don’t be foolish. It IS how they’re keeping you alive,
>and you really must say you now enjoy it, after some inevitable resistance –
>but even if you puked, after all, it’s futile retch out one load if another will be poured down immediately after,
>and anyone would get used to the taste after a while.
>In a few more weeks, you might even say you love it.
>Give it a couple months, and you’ll surely be the most eager little cumslut on Earth,
>gargling and savoring every drop of their slimy semen,
>with the promise of gallons more endlessly at hand…
>You’re snapped from your sluggish musings by a powerful pressure against your prostate,
>and you whimper around the leaking cock lodged in your mouth.
>”Hey, do that again!” the one you’re sucking says,
>and the changeling behind him rips your legs free of their bindings and spreads them apart,
>bottoming out in your ass before giving short, rapid thrusts into your well-worn hole.
>You can’t even think straight, and scream around the cock stuffed in your throat while its owner ramps up his thrusts;
>the two Changelings quicken their pace, and before long, both of them shudder simultaneously,
>dumping copious loads of warm, mushy semen into your belly and butt.
>The ceaseless stimulation even grants you a rare peak of your own,
>and you spurt out a tiny dribble of cum onto your belly as your Masters pump their favorite toy full of his food.
>As they wander off, you wish the top one would’ve came into your mouth instead of halfway down your esophagus;
>the taste is really something you’ve been learning to savor throughout your imprisonment.
>Oh well.
>Stuffed to a near-pregnant outline, your anus leaking a flood of goopy green seed,
>you fall into a post-coital reverie not fully describable as sleep.
***
>You are a nameless Changeling, and you are very sad.
>They had brought the strange creature in a few days after the failed attack on Canterlot;
>the raiding party could only say it had come from Equestria,
>though they couldn’t say much more than that.
>Your captain had suggested it serve as a mating toy,
>officially so that Changelings might better know how to “please” such creatures in the wild,
>but he wasn’t fooling anyone.
>Still, the entire hive has been having their way with it since,
>and as you look over toward its mindless, cum-bloated body, you feel nothing but pity.
>You are flouting every rule of the Hive by being up so late,
>but it’s the only time the creature is given a break – and thus the only time for you to approach it.
>You cross the shell-like floor to the being’s pedestal,
>where it is bound by mucous in a position that exposes it to the abuses of your brothers.
>It looks to be sleeping, and its naked body is dirty and disheveled,
>coated with dried semen and smelling strongly of the stuff,
>with a steady stream of it leaking from the hole below its penis.
>It doesn’t deserve this – if you could cry, tears would be pouring for this miserable beast,
>but you get to work helping it in any way you can.
>Grabbing its head in your hard, chitinous hoof,
>you carefully lick the leavings of your brothers’ exploits from its face,
>swallowing the stray semen by which this mammal is forced to survive;
>the warm, musky liquid slides down your throat, and you nearly retch in disgust.
>You  wonder how this poor thing can stomach it,
>but you know better than anyone the extremes to which hunger can drive someone.
>It looks so peaceful… as it opens its mouth to take a breath, you see a mouthful of teeth,
>its incisors sharp like your own, but the rest dull and flat, like those of a pony.
>You’ve never seen anything like it, and the softness of its skin is… inviting.
>You understand now why most of your brothers spend all their time fighting over access to it,
>its pliant, squishy texture, the warmth it radiates to all who hold it…
>Nothing stops Changelings from loving one another, but your sharp and angular bodies are… unsatisfying,
>to say the least. And given the Queen’s sole dominion over reproduction,
>nourishing oneself is often, for a Changeling in the wild, secondary to relieving one’s desires.
>Until this thing showed up to take care of all that.
>You rub your cheek along its chest, relishing its wonderful smoothness,
>before lowering down to its abdomen and finding a wonderful surprise –
>it seems your brutish brethren have given this creature some pleasure of its own,
>if the tiny puddle of semen coating its stomach is any indication.
>Curious, you greedily lap up the whitish fluid, swishing it into your cheeks and tasting its exotic flavor.
>It’s a bit lighter and more bitter than your own,
>less pungent and slimy than the Changelings’ reproductive goop,
>any you can’t help yourself enjoying it.
>You think you just may have just found a tangible reward for your work.
>Finished savoring its semen, you turn back down to the sleeping mammal.
>Its stomach looks painfully bloated, and you note the semen dripping from its bum with an idea.
>Laying your hooves flat on its stomach, you push down hard,
>and a torrent of sickly-green cum pours out onto the ground,
>hopefully making the creature more comfortable, if at all possible.
>Hmm…
>You lower your head down below its cock, careful not to poke it with your horn,
>and tongue out the rest of your brethren’s seed,
>hesitantly gulping the stuff down as you ensure the being’s cleanliness.
>Wait, what was that?
>The creature is stirring – being relieved of several liters of semen probably agitated it more than you’d anticipated.
>You bolt for the exit, anxious not to be seen, though frankly you don’t know why.
>It’s been enough sneaking for one night anyway. You really need to get back to bed by now, and so you do,
>snuggling in your scratchy blanket alongside your cold, aloof brothers,
>blushing in happiness as you think of the warm, soft, tasty little slave in the other room.
***
>You are Chrysalis, Queen of the Changeling Hive.
>You are standing above the captive human’s mating chamber,
>and are most intrigued by what you’ve just witnessed.