>It’s been a quite unusual time for you in your service to the Hive.
>Fewer Masters have been using you recently, and more infrequently at that;
>the ones who *do* deign to bless you with their spunk seem distracted,
>nervous, inasmuch as you can tell while being speared on their wonderful cocks.
>It’s been noticeable, though, even for you.
>Still, even with the changes, you’ve got plenty to deal with regardless;
>such as this young, excitable Changeling teen,
>currently clutching your chest adorably as he pumps away at your hole.
>An all-liquid diet of rich, protein-dense semen has given your skin a certain smoothness and luster,
>which your current Master is testing with his tongue, suckling one flat nipple after the other,
>though his sharp teeth are causing a bit more pain than you think he realizes.
>Not that you would ever raise such a petty concern; you are his property, after all.
>You wonder how many virgins have had their first experience with you,
>such as this one, excitably thrusting in and out as he snuggles against your warm, hairless flesh,
>reveling in the taste and comfort of his human slave.
>If you had the use of your arms, you think you would pet him.
>Boys like him are what make the cruel and apathetic old-timers bearable,
>and his adorable, whimpering moan as he floods your colon with a weak stream of sticky seed,
>well, it’s  the sweetest sound you’ve  heard in years.
>He collapses onto your pudgy stomach, panting heavily in post-coital bliss –
>a lot of the young ones like to use their snuggly warm fuck-toy as a pillow,
>and you’ve been doing this far too long to mind. It’s almost humbling, in a way.
>You relax against the soft, fleshy mound that serves as your bed.
>Might as well –
>”AAAAAAAAAHHH!”
>A piercing, agonizing scream echoes through the halls, jolting you and your lover awake;
>though he doesn’t seem to recognize its source, he leaves you regardless,
>bolting off to discover the source of that horrible cry.
>Are the Equestrians taking their revenge?
>Was their some awful accident or disaster?
>A hundred scenarios run through your mind, and you pray that none of your Masters have been hurt.
>It turns out the truth of the matter is far more personal than you could ever imagine.
***
>Her proposal had been as clear and absolute as thrice-cursed Celestia’s day.
>Free the human, but endure his hardship;
>you would be bound and mercilessly fucked by every single male in the Hive.
>When you completed your duty, your love would be liberated,
>and the two of you could be together, and make a decision about what you’d want to do next.
>The sight of the poor, helpless man, restrained and used like cattle,
>along with your own affection for his tender, caring  features, had compelled you to say yes.
>But, as you were held down by the same organic restraints he was,
>worry and doubt stormed inside your head – what if he didn’t love you back?
>why would he care about an ugly little weakling like yourself?
>Still, there was no turning back from this.
>And as those anxieties and apprehensions had brewed inside your mind,
>a broad, muscular alpha male lined himself up with your virginal ass,
>and shoved his massive, pulsating cock deep into your colon.
>You screamed, a more horrible sound than anything you’d heard in your life.
>A second, irritated Changeling took the initiative to silence you, ramming a thick penis down your throat,
>brutally fucking your mouth as you moaned around it in mindless, all-consuming pain.
>You currently find yourself many fuckings later, though the onslaught hasn’t lessened at all.
>You feel sick from the gallons of slime pooling in your gut from both directions,
>though much to the satisfaction of your brothers, you stopped screaming a long time ago.
>Now, all you can do is cry.
>Still, you know you must persevere;
>your innocent and helpless object of affection goes through this every day of his life.
***
>Your boy is holding up surprisingly well, considering you subjected him fully to the desires of the Hive.
>From your royal seat, you can see the bluish haze of his eyes, lidded and dulled from hours of relentless abuse,
>his stomach and colon a veritable sack of mushy green semen.
>Still, his inklings of affection, however foolish, have not wavered;
>even now he thinks of the human, of that creature’s daily burden,
>with a guilt and solemnity you find truly astonishing.
>Hmm.
>You infiltrate the mind of one of your more dominant sons,
>surreptitiously reading his thoughts as he pistons in and out of the younger one’s throat.
>He isn’t much worried for the boy’s safety,
>instead preoccupied with his annoying tendency to scrape his fangs along the sides of his glistening cock.
>Oh, well. True changeling love is rare for a reason; your niche does not exactly foster kindness, after all,
>and your cold, angular bodies are mutually unsatisfying without some form of transformation,
>a process so energy-intensive that you forbid its exercise outside of love harvests.
>And, of course, this submissive, Hive-bound weakling has never even seen a pony to imitate in the first place.
>You impatiently tap your hoof on the armrest,
>monitoring the invisible currents of love as they radiate from the bound,
>stuffed, and gagged victim lying beneath you.
>Hm. It doesn’t seem like his will is going to break. You guess the slave will be freed after all,
>and from there he’ll be free to do whatever he chooses.
>The spectacle of incestuous rutting has started to bore you;
>besides, you’ve got a few hours to burn before the last of the males have their way with their helpless,
>love-stricken brother. You head off to prepare a restoration spell in advance.
***
>By the time the sun sets on the Hive, you’ve been broken more thoroughly than you’d imagined possible.
>Semen trickles down from the side of your mouth,
>your gut packed beyond reason with the slimy spunk of a hundred Changelings.
>You can’t say you’re really thinking of anything anymore.
>Not the human, not your abusers, not your Queen, not even the taste,
>the salty, choking taste that will stay with you for the rest of your life.
>As the last, straggling changeling buries himself into your ass,
>a final blast of gooey cum is squirted into a thick pool of it.
>Still, the poor, helpless human is subjected to this every single day.
>You are helping him.
>A resounding series of hoofsteps approaches, and you unfurl your tongue without even opening your eyes,
>anticipating the warm, bulbous shape of a cock to slide down your throat.
>What happens instead takes you by surprise.
>”Well, then, my most unusual spawn…”
>Your eyes bolt open to reveal your Queen standing before you,
>tall and noble, as the rest of the Changeling Hive had departs.
>”Congratulations on your success, little one. I honestly didn’t think you’d do it.”
>She paces about in front of you, examining your sad, bloated flesh.
>”Still, you could use a little… freshening up before you reunite with your love.”
>A warm, comforting glow emanates from her horn, enveloping you in a haze.
>You feel your bruised and ruptured flesh heal itself by Chrysalis’ power,
>and gallons of backed-up semen vanish from your stomach and colon before your very eyes;
>all in all, it takes about a minute for the Queen to cast her spell,
>and she comes out looking quite worse for wear.
>As one final thing, the bindings on your fore and back hooves are undone,
>and you stand up after an interminable gauntlet of sex.
>”Hm… that was a rather expensive spell, young one. I hope you prove yourself worthy of it. Now,”
>Chrysalis points toward the recreational chamber.
>“Go, be  with your love.”
>You gallop out without a moment to spare.
***
>You’re just about to start worrying when a single, solitary changeling rushes towards you,
>a curious grin on his face as he makes his way to your bed.
>That’s strange. You don’t recognize this fellow. A little one, too.
>He approaches you, and you subserviently roll out your tongue for his waiting cock;
>instead, he kisses you, his serpentine tongue enthusiastically exploring your mouth.
>What?
>Behind him, you see the figure of the Changeling Queen approach you,
>and you feel your restraints melting away as a green phosphorescence surrounds you,
>your hands and feet unbound for the first time in countless months.
>”I see you have met your savior, Human.”
>Chrysalis saunters up to you, smirking as you gaze at her behind the young Changeling boy sucking your face.
>You try to talk, but the colt’s  pretty enthusiastic, and so Chrysalis plucks him away with telekinesis.
>”I suppose you’re due an explanation, and I must apologize for my son’s… enthusiasm.”
“C-Chrys… Queen..”
>”Do not talk; your voice has degraded rather terribly from abuse. Think.”
>A curious presence is felt in your mind, and Chrysalis’ eyes shine green as her thoughts manifest in your mind.
>”I can heal your wounds in time, but for now, telepathy will suffice.”
“…what? What’s happening?”
>”You are free.”
>…
>Those three simple words cause you unimaginable panic;
>worry and confusion, dread and fear, and your Queen is privy to all of it.
>Chrysalis wears an alarmed frown as she processes your desperate response.
>”You do not want to be free? How curious. Well, human, allow me to share the past day, by way of explanation:”
>A stream of events and emotions flash in front of your eyes,
>the Changeling beside you sacrificing his innocence for your freedom,
>being impaled upon dozens of… wonderful… cocks, but tortured and bruised as even you were in those early days.
>Wait…
>This boy has been seeing you nightly? What in the Hive is going on…? Love?
>”You seem a bit confused, human. Yes, this changeling loves you,
>and he submitted himself to your torment to earn your freedom.”
>Chrysalis wears a smirk as the slight Changeling drone glances from her to you in ignorance.
>”I’d never expected you to break so completely, though. You don’t seem to want that freedom.”
>The the earnest affirmations of submission and deference,
>flowing from your mind to your magnificent Queen, confirm this better than words ever could.
>”Most curious.” Chrysalis glances toward the helpless drone suspended in the air.
>”Well… It seems appropriate to bring your admirer into this talk –
>you both have earned the right to follow any path you please.”
>The young Changeling’s beautiful, irisless eyes widen in shock,
>as Chrysalis floods his consciousness with your feelings and memories;
>the three of you telepathically bound as intimate conversants.
>”So, my slutty little boys. Where do we go from here?”
>…
“I’ll… stay.”
>The boy turns to you in shock. ”W-what are you –“
“It’s okay.”
>…
>He really is an adorable fellow – soft, dainty curves, demurely quivering lip,
>and deep, radiant discs of blue you feel you could get lost in for hours.
>You take your Changeling lover by the cheek and press your lips to his –
>smooth, cold, and surprisingly pleasant to the touch,
>he offers little resistance as you slip inside his mouth,
>gently tracing his razor-sharp canines and thin, forked tongue with your  own.
>You feel a pair of perforated legs wrap around your neck as he leans into the kiss,
>your tongues intertwined in a passionate display of love.
>For what you’d both gone through, it is a refreshing change of pace.
>”Hm, hm, hm. Well, now, I’ll leave you to your desires. Have a fun night, my children.”
>You barely notice as Chrysalis saunters off; you’ve got quite a long night ahead of you, indeed.
Fin