Title: Hive - Chapter 2 Author: MD_Tm27jGxpYk Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/9UWD5KSB First Edit: Tuesday 9th of October 2012 02:46:20 PM CDT Last Edit: Tuesday 9th of October 2012 02:46:20 PM CDT >Another day, another burden. >Your Master slides listlessly against your thighs, ramming his dick into your well-worn rump, >Chrysalis knows how long he’s been at it. *Sigh*. >Of all the adjectives to describe being a sex slave, a bound, helpless receptacle for semen, >’boring’ probably isn’t the first thing that pops in someone’s head. >But god, is it ever boring. Even your Masters aren’t excited about it anymore; >twice or thrice a day, they each fuck your mouth or your ass, but there’s no thought going into any of it. >It’s all just a routine, a habit – >the way you contract the muscles in your throat and rectum to pleasure the Changelings who use you, >the way they tense up just so before a dribbling stream of slimy, salty spunk pours into your tummy or colon, >the way you thud against your bed as they unceremoniously drop you down, >to socialize or exercise or do who knows what. >It’s just a waiting game ‘till the day they get bored, >press something heavy against your mouth and nose and don’t let go, >or at least release you, as if you’d ever be able to function as a human being again. >You haven’t spoken aloud in months. >You haven’t even thought all that much; >their potent spunk is very good at brushing away all those silly thoughts and fantasies and desires, >leaving a fuzzy pink haze in their wake. >Your belly still hurts – bloated to the size of a pregnant mare, >it sloshes uncomfortably whenever you’re rocked by your Masters’ insistent fucking. >This is Hell. >You turn your head to your right, and your tired, >bleary eyes see a broad-shouldered Drone sauntering up to you, >chitinous exoskeleton rippling in the light and an imposing, fanged grin adorning his face. >He turns toward your head, and so you tilt back, stick out your tongue, and await your meal. >Right on cue, a thick, bulbous cock slips between your lips, >your Master wordlessly impaling your throat, >while you do your very best to suck and lick it like the good little slave that you are. >Oral is more fun; working your tongue and throat is rather engaging, >and you must say the flavor of their thick, greenish semen is delicious, >even if they do usually just pour it unceremoniously into your stomach. >The best Masters are the ones who pull out just behind your teeth, >and give you a nice big mouthful to savor, to play around with with your tongue, >at least before another of their brothers makes use of you. >But not this time, unfortunately, >as you feel the Changeling slam into your esophagus and deposit a few ounces of rich, >musky slime straight down to your stomach. >Oh well. *** >This night is no different from any other, you think, as you enter the common room and approach the human. >Every evening you make that same solitary trek, sneaking out of your barracks, >skulking into the common room, and tidying up the mammalian slave as best you can – >licking up stray cum, emptying its bowels, and wiping away any dirt and grime from its face, >careful not to rouse it from its well-deserved rest. >It’s been months of this – why do they keep it here? >They’re just torturing an innocent being for their own amusement. >You’ve brought it up to your Captain a few times, but he never pays you much mind. >All the other describe it as a necessary outlet – sexual beings need to have sex, >and with the state of the Hive, Chrysalis would be foolish to reproduce any further. >’We don’t have anything else to fuck, why not go for a warm mammal?’ they say. >They’re right, but it doesn’t matter – you’re not evil. You don’t have to do evil deeds just to sustain yourself… >There must be another way. >As you spit out your brothers leavings that had been strewn across its face, >you can’t help but feel an inkling of love for the creature. >Abused. Marginalized. Different. >How familiar. “I’ll save you,” >you risk a furtive whisper, before lightly brushing your lips against it, against… him. >Well, that’s it. >Like so many other nights, you begin to trot off, head hanging low in sadness. >The glossy chitinous caverns of the Hive reflect with a dull glow. >Wait a minute… >Ugh, what is this… >”Love?” >Within the deepest recesses of your mind, a voice calls out to you, >a primal, almost motherly voice. >Oh no. >Spinning behind you and in all directions, you see an empty room, but the message was as true as day. >Panicking, you dart for the exit, recognizing the futility of your escape even as you attempt it. >A great force pins you in place, and every muscle in your slender body is frozen at once. >Wellp, this is the end. >You shut your eyes tight as you hear the approaching hoofsteps; >when they stop, you are levitated in the air, >your eyes pried open by a power you can’t comprehend. >Standing before you is your Queen, massive, beautiful, and horn awash in a green luminescence. >You try to stammer out something, anything - “I…” >”Do not attempt to explain yourself, young one.” Chrysalis’ telepathic voice commands. >She saunters around you, sizing you up while you’re helplessly suspended by her magic; >”So… you truly love this creature? This ape, who cavorts with ponies?” >Your awesome and terrible mother is staring deep into your blue, irisless eyes. >She knows your every thought and desire before even you do; no point lying to her now. “Y-yes, my Queen,” >a trembling assent squeaks past your lips, and Chrysalis’ expression is unreadable. >She stares at you for several quiet seconds, only the low din of her horn breaking the silence of the Hive. >What is she thinking? >… >”Go back to your barracks. I will summon you when I have come to terms with this. >In the meantime, do not return here, or the consequences for the both of you shall be dire.” >And with that, you’re dropped to the ground, >the Queen of the Changelings trotting off and leaving you to your own devices. *** >Your mind was in a tumult as you strode out of the chamber, >journeying back up to your grand royal quarters to puzzle all this out. >Lounging on your carapace throne in the early morning hours, >you’ve been running through this impossible development ad nauseam; > the boy is weak, and kind, perhaps too submissive to take his pleasure like his more powerful brethren. >It had been easy to assume he preferred the intimacy of a sleeping partner; >he’d always been a soft one, a rarity among the males of your brood. >You were content to tolerate him playing with the creature after curfew, >and he did seem to enjoy cleaning it up after his brothers’ ravishings. >But love? >A Changeling, falling in love with a hideous, bloated, alien beast? >It was as clear and pure as thrice-cursed Celestia’s day. >Nor can you chalk it up to youthful impulse; that delicious, >wonderful essence flowed through the boy the same as with Shining Armor. >This is unprecedented, perhaps the most important development since your doomed assault on Canterlot. >This son of yours can perhaps be more useful than that human ever was. >… >Still, before you give up your children’s favorite toy on a whim, >it might be useful to test this curious Changeling. >Love can make creatures foolish, after all. >And anyone would be a fool to accept what you’re cooking up.