>Lying on your bed of squishy, organic mucous, the Hive around you softly sleeping,
>you don’t quite know how to feel about the situation you find yourself in.
>Merrily buzzing away as he straddles your face, your Changeling lover is gulping down your dick,
>sliding his tongue up and down your shaft as you do the same with his own.
>He isn’t the biggest or the strongest of your Masters, but his dainty little cock is as tasty as any;
>the adorable little gasps he makes as you suckle his length are a reward in and of themselves.
>You run your hands along his smooth, shiny carapace –
>you never realized just how much you missed the freedom of your limbs until now,
>feeling the texture of his svelte flanks under your fingertips.
>His thin, slithery tongue feels divine, and not just for being the first to pleasure you in months;
>your Changeling is doing the best he can to coat every inch of your dick in slimy, tingly warmth.
>Even now it’s almost unbearable, and you know you’ll be feeding him soon.
>Hmm.
>You reach your hands slightly further back, and find a tight, puckered hole just beneath his swishing tail.
>You suppose he deserves a reward.
>Very gently, you slide your index finger into the Changeling’s depths,
>and the moaning of his soft mouth send you into a climax:
>several ounces of warm, gooey semen pour into his gullet,
>and you suck his dick aggressively until he too reaches his limit,
>a flood of tasty Changeling cum, your favorite meal in the whole wide world.
>He twitches and goes limp, falling atop you; but even with your weakened body,
>you pick him up and turn him around, holding him in your arms as the two of you come down from your fun.
>His eyes are hazy and distant; you imagine he’s had quite a long day.
>Pulling his head in close, you press your lips to his;
>the taste of your mixed fluids as you share a sloppy smooch is something you could get used to.
>You just lay there for a while,
>petting his horn and stroking his ears as he luxuriates in the warmth of your soft flesh.
>…
>”…Hey…”
“Hm?”
>”What’s… what’s your name?”
>Your name?
>Huh.
>That’s something you haven’t thought about in quite a long time.
>What… IS your name?
“I… I don’t remember.”
>Your love snuggles up against your chest.
>”That’s okay.”
>You affectionately stroke his wings; he really seems to like that.
“What about you?”
>”Huh?”
>He shuffles just slightly.
>”We… don’t have names. Except for our Queen.”
>…
“That’s okay.”
>It’s not like you’re ever going to be confused for anyone.
>As for him, well, who could mistake that adorable smile?
***
>Light streaming through the vertical gill-slits of the Hive’s chitinous walls wakes you up early in the morning,
>though your coltfriend is snoozing soundly against your chest by the time you get up.
>You gently rock him by his side.
“Wake up.”
>”Nuh.”
>You shake him harder.
“Come on already…”
>”Nooo. Few more minutes.”
“Oh, fine.”
>You climb up from your bed and stretch for the first time in months…
>God, your muscles are on fire.
>You don’t imagine Changelings  have a very good grasp of human physiology…
>Or at least they never planned to undo those bindings.
>Now that you think about it, you don’t even know where you are in this place.
>You ARE allowed to walk around… right?
>Well, Chrysalis had offered to let you *leave*, as if that would ever happen,
>so you suppose you have your Queen’s blessing to check the place out.
>As you quickly come to discover, its twisting, labyrinthine halls are not meant for grounded species;
> a lot chambers are accessible from the floor, but the Swiss cheese-motif of your Masters’ hooves carries over to their architecture;
>the vaulted roof is perforated with holes and tunnels of every shape and size,
>and stairs are obviously nowhere to be found.
>Nor, as far as you can see, are there any Changelings;
>perhaps your coltfriend wasn’t alone in sleeping in after all.
>A sudden draft of air makes you VERY conscious of your nudity;
>your chamber seems relatively well-insulated, but you can’t say the same for the rest of the Hive.
>Perhaps you could request a cloak from your Queen.
>Hmmm.
>In any case, transitioning to an average resident of the Hive is gonna be harder than you thought.
>With nothing much to do, you head back in the direction of your room.
>As you walk the short distance down the vaulted corridor, a soft, familiar buzzing stops you in your tracks.
>You turn around to see a pair of muscular drones floating towards you.
>They look on you with caution and more than a little confusion.
>”I thought Queen Chrysalis had freed you, slave.”
“She did, Masters.”
>”Then why have you not left?”
>One of the drones pushes his face right up to yours, staring into your eyes, presumably for an answer.
“Gosh, you’re a handsome one.”
>Your words take a second to dawn on him, but a fiery red blush soon blossoms across his face.
>His companion gives him a sly, knowing grin, but the larger drone appears flustered.
>“Against the wall.”
“Of course, Master.”
>You walk up to the side of the corridor and press yourself against it,
>spreading open your legs and pushing out your bum for whatever purpose this Changeling desires.
>Not a moment later, you feel his weight press against your back,
>cold and smooth against your soft, supple skin;
>his arms wrapped around your midsection, you feel that oh-so-familiar shape pressing against you,
>and, with little fanfare, your Master slips inside of you like a hand to a perfectly-tailored glove.
>The sound of his hips bucking against your rump echo through the quiet hallway,
>and you relish every thrust more than the last;
>looking to your side, you see the other gentlecolt waiting patiently for his turn.
>Your Changeling partner lightly traces his razor-sharp fangs along your neck,
>his slender forehooves holding you in place while he mounts your tender ass.
>”You ready, slut?”
>Your Master fucks you furiously, driving his cock into your depths at a furious pace –
>just as you’re about to hit your peak, you feel his canines sink into your neck,
>the misty warmth of his breath tickling your skin as he  gives you the best hickey of your life.
>The two of you, Master and slave, climax as one;
>a warm, pulsing flood of semen floods your colon,
>as you spurt out weak jets of cum against the cold chitin wall.
>Your knees give out, and you feel something slip out of you as you collapse to the ground.
>”Heh. Didn’t know you had a taste for pain, slut.”
>You gently poke at the bite marks on your neck, droplets of red welling and streaming down your skin.
>It feels… exquisite.
“Me… neither.”
>”Yeah, yeah, enough talking.” The other Changeling walks up to you, eyeing your mouth.
>”I think our little bitch looks hungry.”
>As the drone straddles your face, you beam the widest smile you can.
>God, you love their cum.
***
>”Here are the reports, my Queen.”
>Your lieutenant, a broad-shouldered, thick-carapaced veteran,
> levitates a bundle of scrolls in your direction, which you set aside.
>You’re not really in the mood to pore over minutia, though you humor him regardless.
“Tell me the important details for now.”
>”Well, our operative in the northern Griffon settlements has had extraordinary  success…”
>You quickly tune out his droning; such trivial matters don’t much concern you anymore.
>Ever since Canterlot, it just hasn’t seemed very important.
>Hmm.
>”…were exposed, but all three have since safely returned.
>As per protocol, the settlements will be blacklisted for a time to account for local suspicion.”
“Of course. Is that all?”
>”For today, Your Highness.”
>You stare into his eyes.
“Will my children sleep hungry tonight?”
>”I… some of them, inevitably, Your Highness.”
>You can’t help feel a pang of sadness for them.
“Very well. You are dismissed.”
>The Changeling buzzes out promptly, leaving you alone in the cold opulence of your throne room.
>Every day, the story is the same.
>Excruciating effort, the constant risk of capture and murder for every Changeling in the Hive,
>for some of them to earn sustenance, fleeting, dangerous, and unsustainable.
>You curse the being who has saddled you with so miserable a biology.
>Hmm.
>At least there’s one thing left to be optimistic about in this starving, dying colony.
>You think you’ll give them a visit.
***
>As you turn a corner into the human’s quarters, the sight before you is uncannily familiar.
>One of your sons is riding the former slave’s mouth,
>thrusting in and out as the mammal suckles his cock,
>and another – this one the creature’s lover – is sucking his boyfriend’s dick in turn.
>As they each see you, they frantically untangle their web of passion.
>”My Queen, I –“
“I must say, human, I’d thought I’d freed you of this responsibility.”
>”Responsibility?”
>The younger, smaller Changeling chuckles.
>”It’s a privilege, Your Highness.”
>The creature rubs his belly, slightly inflated with the semen of a dozen drones.
>”I don’t think I can survive without the stuff.”
>You smirk at the thought – prey taking sustenance from Changelings for once.
“Very well. You –“
>A steely gaze aimed at the opportunistic third leaves him visibly shrinking –“
“I have business to discuss. He can pleasure you later.”
>”Y-yes, Your Highness.”
>He flies out of the room, leaving you and the two love-bugs in peace.
“I was going to ask how you’ve been enjoying your newfound freedom,
but I guess that’s a bit pointless, now, is it?”
>”Oh no, Your Highness, being unrestrained is very nice. And this little guy –“
>the human throws an arm around his lover and pecks his cheek – “he’s a fun one.”
“I’m sure. And you –“
>You gesture towards your son –
>”Yes, Your Highness?”
“You don’t have a problem sharing your love with your brothers?”
>”Oh no, Your Highness.” The boy looks toward the human with a hint of affection.
>”I can’t… satisfy him on my own. It’s okay.”
“I see. Human, how are you feeling?”
>”The creature stands and stretches, his pudgy stomach a round outline against the air.
>”I’m okay, Queen Chrysalis. Just…”
“What is it?”
>”It’s a little cold without clothes. Do you have a… cloak, or something?”
“Certainly, human. I’m a bit surprised you lasted so long without –
from what I know of your time in Equestria, I had presumed humans wear clothes all the time.”
>”I can’t remember very well.”
“I see. Is there anything else?”
>He walks past you towards an aperture in the wall, and what you see freezes you in your tracks.
>Just beneath his right ear, a pair of small, neat bite marks on his neck.
>”Do you have a… library, or –“
“Books? You want reading material? Ha ha, sure, of course, human, that can easily be arranged.”
>”Um…  are you alright, My Queen?”
“Huh? Alright? Of course, I’m just fine. I… have important business to attend to is all.
I’ll instruct my sons to find you a cloak and some books. Have a good evening, you two.”
>You walk out of there quite briskly, stifling your panic as best you can.
>Is it even possible with a creature like that?
>Can it still be stopped…?
***
>”Just fuck me!”
“No!”
>”Why not?”
“’Cause I don’t wanna.”
>Your handsome human stares into your eyes, making a pleading, lower-lip-biting face.
>Just then, his soft fingers slide themselves down to your groin,
>massaging your most intimate of spaces as you lose yourself in his baby-blue discs.
>”All your brothers enjoy doing me… and they don’t even love me like you do.”
>Oh man, he’s so good at this… guilting you into things.
“…Why don’t you do it to me?”
>”Because I’m just not a top.  And neither are you. Hmph.”
>He’s wearing a grumpy frown, arms crossed as he sits across from you on your spongy, fleshy bed.
“…What if I were a pony?”
>”Huh?”
“I mean… a transformation. I’m not very good at it, but… I HAVE seen a pony before.”
>”You mean you’d want me to fuck you while you’re transformed?”
“Yeah… Um, Changelings don’t really feel all that good… inside.”
>You remember the vicious taunts of your brothers,
>complaining endlessly as they raped you of their dissatisfaction.
>He looks puzzled for a second, before the obvious conclusion dawns on him.
>”Oh… I’m… sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.”
>You nuzzle up into him, feeling his warm, soft chest as he pets you on the head.
“Do you want me to try…?”
>You feel him plant a kiss on your head, just behind your horn.
>”Go ahead.”
“I’m not very skilled at it… I dunno how long it’s gonna last, but I’ll give it my best.”
>You wriggle out from his clutches and stand before him,
>mentally preparing yourself for something you’ve rarely ever done.
>Transformation is a heavy drain on a Changeling’s metabolism,
>so performing it in the Hive is nearly unheard of –
>without access to love, all it does for a drone is weaken him.
>You, of course, have no problem with sustenance.
>”I’m waiting.”
“Okay, okay, lemme focus…”
>You concentrate fully on the figure in your mind, devoting every synapse to realizing his form –
>a Pegasus Royal Guard; large, broad-shouldered, and brilliantly white.
>His gleaming golden helm topped with an azure plume, he is clad in ceremonial armor,
>solid, unshorn hooves capped with golden horseshoes.
>He is large, strong, well-trained and well-fed.
>His radiant wings glimmer in the sunlight of Celestia’s day.
>You…
>are…
>him!
>A brilliant flash of green explodes from your horn, and you are consumed in a pillar of arcane power –
>when everything subsides, a strange and curious absence manifests.
“My horn…”
>”Your VOICE!”
>Your boyfriend looks stunned.
>”So… big…”
“Yeah…”
>The transformation went off perfectly; you are exactly the stallion you envisioned,
>down to the engravings of your gold-trimmed platemail.
“So, uh… I guess I –“
>”Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck meeeee~”
>Your boyfriend is bent over on the bed,
>spreading his cheeks for the handsome and powerful stallion behind him;
>you.
>Wait a minute, this didn’t turn out right…
“I did this so you could do me…”
>Exasperated, your human lover turns to look at you.
>”Just once…?”
>He sashays up to you, carefully removing your armor as he rubs his face against your plush, opalescent coat.
>Curiously, every piece of equipment he takes off instantly vanishes in a cloud of green.
>It is illusory, you suppose.
>Soon enough, you’re buck-naked, though his admiration is no less fervent for it.
>”Mmm, you know, I’ve missed seeing stallions like this…”
>He’s tracing your belly with light kisses as he works his way down to your groin,
>slithering like a snake as he lies prostrate underneath your towering form.
>”Let’s see here…”
>He wraps his tongue around one of your heavy, swinging balls,
>licking and suckling it noisily as he affectionately strokes your flanks.
“Ngh… stop, that tickles…”
>He brings down his hands and softly rubs them, focusing his oral service on your tender mammalian sheath;
>the relentless pleasure soon draws out your large, equine dick,
>hanging limp against your leg as your lover marvels at its length.
>”Can I… taste it?”
“Of course…”
>He grabs your flared shaft in his hands, slipping the head into his mouth as best he can;
>rubbing the rest of your length, he seems delighted to have something new and exciting to suck.
>…
>If you weren’t so large, you’d be eager to go down on him too.
>He’s quite frantic, stroking you off with both hands as he deftly bathes your head with his tongue,
>so frantic, in fact, that you approach your peak sooner than you’d anticipated.
“Hey… I’m gonna…”
>”Ooh, I wonder what pony cum is like…”
>Your warning only serves to make him work faster.
“Hey, please, slow down, I don’t think I can – aaah!”
>You convulse in the throes of a powerful orgasm, and everything around you glows green;
>for half a second, you’re completely disoriented.
>”Huh!?”
“W-wha…”
>Your voice is back to its young, high-pitched squeak.
>You’re lying atop the human, black, perforated hooves splayed across his body,
>his mouth still wrapped firmly around your dick.
>”*Pfffpfthpft* God damn it, you transformed back just as you were about to come.”
>You frankly don’t care a single iota about what he’s saying right now.
“I’m… sorry…”
>”It’s alright.” You look back at him as he sends a mouthful of cum down his throat.
>”You did say you were new at this, didn’t you?”
“Y-yeah… right.”
>”Hey,” he picks you up by your underarms, staring into your tired and bleary face.
>”You feeling alright?”
>You can’t say you are; maintaining that transformation was excruciating near the end.
>Considering sex is a common part of romantic infiltration, though, you know it’s just you.
“I’m tired is all.”
>”Aww, that’s okay. Maybe you can practice tomorrow.”
“Yeah…”
>He brings you in for a hug, which you appreciate quite a bit.
>Wait a minute… that’s strange.
>You notice a faint shimmer of green around a spot on his neck;
>eh, you reason it’s probably just a little residual magic.
>He did just force a Changeling out of a transformation, after all.
>”Well, why don’t we go to bed now.” You give him a weary, affirmative nod;
>both of you have had quite a long day.
>Pulling you down into a cuddle, your wonderful human boyfriend settles in for a peaceful night of rest.
Fin