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Sample One | (2024)

MLP Infection AU
Warning: Fear, Gore, Illness, and Death
Word Count: 3110
Pages: 5

Canterlot had fallen. And so, Twilight Sparkle found herself in Ponyville—just as she always had.The stable door to Sugarcube Corner hung ajar, its hinges warped and whining in the breeze. Twilight peered inside. The bakery was dark and, instead of the warm sugars that once sweetened the air, a sharp metallic scent flared her nostrils. Blood. Her stomach dropped, but she took a step through the threshold anyway. Perhaps the stench was merely the outside seeping in—perhaps Pinkie and the Cakes had found refuge elsewhere in the bakery and were simply waiting for her rescue. The thought gave her the courage to trot inside.“H-Hello?” Twilight whispered into the darkness. “Pinkie? Mrs. Cake?”She waited. The door, like a foal, whimpered back, the croon of distant songbirds, then nothing more. The alicorn shook her mane, continued forward. The kitchen was just ahead.“Is anypony in her— Ah!” As the mare turned the corner, she swallowed bile at the sight before her. She had seen dissected ponies in her textbooks before, but none like this.A ring of monsters gorged on a pony, too distracted by the muscle and sinew squelching between their gums to notice her. The coppery stench of death dizzied her head, but, despite its missing flesh, Twilight could tell the cadaver had been small even in life: a foal, she realized. The foal—much too big to be either of the Cake twins—was long past unrecognizable, reduced to meaty blood that oozed like dough from its little bones. She couldn’t even discern its coat color anymore. All she knew was it wasn’t one of the Cakes, and it wasn’t Pinkie. Shame curdled her belly at the relief that washed over her.She gulped again, and, carefully, treaded out of the kitchen. Just because they weren’t here, didn’t mean they weren’t upstairs.Twilight stared up at the second story, parting her lips at what she might find there. An image of her friends’ bodies, still and bare-boned in the filtered light, flashed in her mind. The alicorn closed her eyes to it with a soft cry, cowering to the floor like the foal in the kitchen once could—had in its final moments. What would she do, if they were all gone? Logic told her it was unlikely they had all died here; it was statistically improbable… But not impossible. Her limbs trembled, panic strickening her chest anew. She had already lost Celestia and Luna. She couldn’t lose them, too.She couldn’t stay here. After a moment, the mare composed herself, swallowed a deep, frail breath. If her theory was right, she couldn’t keep them waiting any longer. She needed to find Pinkie and the Cakes, all her friends, and get them out of Ponyville—to the Changeling kingdom where sanctuary awaited them all. Thorax wouldn't turn them away. Steeling herself, she burdened the first step. Fear tied her there. Suddenly, she wondered, had the wood creaked under her weight before? She couldn’t remember, but felt she would if it had. If she was wrong, would the monsters hear and come looking for her? They hadn’t even seen her when she was right in front of them.Comforted by these facts, she braved a second step, then a third, until she was climbing the staircase. She went slowly, setting each hoof with intention. When the wood gave, she’d shift her hoof and try again, advancing only when she felt safe. It was ironic, really. Just this morning, she had galloped these stairs without a second thought, laughing and playing with her friends like so many moons before. How careless it seemed now. The minutes dragged by, each a terrible itch of fear in her limbs. Despite logic, nothing could truly quell the anxiety of a pony without her herd. She neared the top.Then, a thud from below.Twilight froze. Sucking in a breath, her eyes trailed to the first story. A monster swayed in the threshold of the bakery, lifting its snout to scent the air. Suddenly, she recalled when she and Fluttershy—mistaken for goats—had been hunted by a Chupacabra, when he had sniffed them out in much the same way, and found the resemblance frightening. Would this… thing sniff her out, too? She had never taken a pony for a carnivore before. It curled its lip with a sloshing rumble and, by its severed windpipe, Twilight could only assume the sound was it gurgling on its own blood. No, this thing wasn’t a pony. A pony could never survive a wound like that.As it crept inside, the alicorn lowered herself to the ground, hoping the shadows might conceal her. With the new perspective, she could see it clearly now: the reed-colored stallion, Davenport, reeking of sun-rotted meat. He had been a merchant, the owner of a quill store she had frequented often. On slower days, the two had made kind conversation on his sales or her lessons. He had even been the one to print her ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ banner the day she arrived. She had considered him a friend. Now, the only thing that protected her from the wrath of his teeth were a bannister and some old stairs.She pitied the stallion, but she would never voice it. She would stay here and wait for him to pass. The fleshy scents in the kitchen had surely been what attracted him, like a gnat to sewage, and she wasn’t about to be a second course. With any luck, he would slip right past her and she could mount the stairs, cobble a barricade to keep them all at bay until she found her friends. Then, she could teleport them far, far away, and this nightmare would be over. She just had to steady her breathing. With another pang of guilt, the alicorn was thankful for the dead foal.Davenport—or, what had been him—wandered the lobby. With her brazen view, Twilight could see just how deft these monsters truly were. He navigated the space as a pony would, cocking his head to get a glimpse of the sugary treats behind the counter almost as if he were… confused? As if not finding what he was looking for, he sighed, another gush of blood welling in his gullet, and turned away. It reminded the mare of a customer merely perusing the morning’s goods. If it weren’t for the red spraying the display glasses from his jugular, she may have mistaken him for a pony…A pony that was heading her way. Twilight’s heart jerked, fear surging her veins with adrenaline. But the princess knew better than to run—Davenport could easily outpace her in these cramped quarters. In open meadows, she may have fared better, could take to the wind like Rainbow had taught her. She didn’t know if these things could fly, but felt she stood a chance in the sky, anyway. Now wasn’t the time for theories. Air hitched in her throat, she looked to the landing again. She spotted a closed door to the right of the bannister. If she hurried, she could slip into the room before he saw her, use the door as a barrier to hide until he went away.She placed a tentative step forward. The wood bared her weight. Davenport snorted nearby and Twilight glanced beneath the bannister. The monster was staring hard at something on the opposite wall. Was he looking out the window? Another step—two until safety. Again, the wood braced against her, and she was grateful her memory hadn’t mistaken her. The mare heard the creature shuffle to a stop. Perhaps whatever he was looking at had distracted him, but the wall was blocking her view now. One more step. She crept onto the landing, hope alighting in her chest. The doorknob was just a hoof’s reach away. She leaned towards it, her horn sparking to life.Davenport’s breath heated her fetlock.Twilight lurched forward with a gasp, nearly bashing her chin against the hardwood if not for the magical aurora that caught her. Squinting, she realized she had levitated herself a few inches off the ground, just above the landing. But where was Davenport? She glanced over her shoulder. The stallion was snarling now, his pale glare, not on her, but the wall just behind them. Her gaze followed his; her shadow rippled along the wall like water, Davenport’s head bobbing along with each shift of the light. Looking ahead, a window spilled afternoon sun at the end of the hall. The visage of a curtain listed beside the open pane.The mare lowered herself to the floor with a soft sigh of dust. On the landing, death-smell coated her throat like mucus. It sickened her how quickly she recognized the stench—or what its presence might mean for her dear friends. But Twilight wasn’t a pony of assumptions, and science demanded proof… after she dealt with the monster stalking her shadow. Casting one final glance down the stairs, she lit her horn to coax the curtain back atop the window. As it twirled away from the floor, the alicorn realized the curtain hadn’t simply fallen—the length of it had been torn. She pushed aside the speculations scratching the back of her skull like a dog at her door.Warily, Twilight tied the curtain to the rod. The light split, bleeding amid the slit of the fabric, before finally melting into gentle darkness. The mare looked back to Davenport. The former merchant swayed in place, his lip twitching with a growl, then falling into a frown. He did this a few heartbeats longer, his sallow eyes burning into the dark wall her silhouette had once been. These creatures proved more intelligent than what she had witnessed in Canterlot… Enough to recognize what a shadow was? His shoulders tensed, as did the alicorn’s. Another minute passed. Then, with a huff, he shook his mane and sulked away into the lobby, his hoofsteps fading into the recesses of the bakery.Competent, but not very clever. Twilight wouldn’t forget. She released her breath slowly, then pushed onward.The alicorn paced the hallway. The door beside her had led to Mr. and Mrs. Cake’s bedroom. Though no pony had been inside, she had hesitated beside the family portrait atop the dresser: Mr. and Mrs. Cake cradled their newborns in the crook of their arms, Pinkie balancing mid-bounce beside them with a grin that was nearly too wide for her cheeks. Twilight smiled. She couldn't wait to see them again. Down the hall, another door swung into the twin’s nursery—the origin of the foul air. With a shivering breath, Twilight cast a glance at the curtain beside her, recognizing for the first time the dark splatter piercing through the linen, dripping onto the hardwood, and running the nursery.It couldn’t be. It had to be another pony’s—like the foal in the kitchen, or a monster that had stolen its way up the stairs, too. No, her friends couldn’t be dead. There was no need to see whatever lay within, to give her just another reason to stay awake tonight. And yet, a terrible knowing chilled her chest, as if winter had crept into her body and scorched her tender tissues, like flowers, dead and cold. A scholar didn’t rely on instinct alone. She wouldn’t believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes.“Pinkie Pie?” Twilight tiptoed into the nursery, careful of any monsters that may have been hidden in the growing dark. Each step brought about another fermented fume, enough to burn her throat with bile if she weren’t quick to swallow it down. Flies were gathering in her ears now. Whatever had died here had been dead for some time. Still, for as strong as it was, she couldn’t identify where the stench was coming from. She glanced at the twin’s cribs. They appeared mostly untouched, though, maybe a bit lopsided. The mare approached cautiously anyway, squinting an eye shut in anticipation of whatever gruesome sight awaited her. But as her gaze passed over the white bedding, relief steadied her heart. Wherever her friends had gone, they had made sure the foals were safe.Feeling lighter, the alicorn twisted her head to the closet. Time froze. Suddenly, Twilight’s hindlegs gave out beneath her. “Oh… Oh, no.”A huddle of bodies sprawled in the shadow of the closet, a conglomerate of yellow limbs, blue ears, pink mane—and stale, putrid blood. Thought left her, drowned by the slow, guilty beat of her heart. Like a ghost, her body carried her to the crude grave of ponies she loved so deeply. Her eyes scoured the bodies. Flesh severed bone, hunks of meat discarded like forgotten toys around them, and festered with flies and other vulgar creatures. Mr. Cake’s belly emptied into rib and spine and little else, Mrs. Cake’s eyeless socket squirming with maggots. Pinkie laid still and silent beneath them. The stench was unbearable now, sick with death that finally spilled from the mare’s stomach in torrents of drool.She was too late.Despite the ichor oozing around her hooves, Twilight curled beside the carnage, heavy-hearted, vision glazed, the closet shuddering like an afterimage around her. The mare hiccuped with a sob, but the sound came as a gurgle in her throat. Tears wetted her lips like spittle. She dug her hooves into her scalp, tore at her purple mane until the strands burned hot and raw. A pressure was building in her skull now, a soundless scream she couldn't release. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t take her eyes off the horror before her—what was left of her friends, buried in the belly of a living corpse—“Tw… Twilight?”The alicorn ripped from her grief, rifling the closet for the frail voice calling to her. It was then Pinkie’s blue gaze, milky and meek, met hers through the dark.“P-Pinkie Pie?” Forgetting the mess at her hooves, Twilight heaved the Cakes aside, gathered Pinkie into her arms. The party pony’s body was nearly as cold as the cadavers strewn around them. “You’re alive? Oh, thank Celestia, you’re alive!”Pinkie coughed, a strand of bloody drool dripping from her lip. She barely noticed the alicorn’s tears wetting her cheek as she spoke, “They tried… They tried to s-save me.”“They did save you,” Twilight choked, determination hardening her tone. “And I’m going to get you out of here. We just have to find the others and then we can go.”“No… No, I can’t go.”The alicorn shook her head, got to her hooves. She nudged the pink pony’s side. “We have to. Mr. and Mrs. Cake wouldn’t want you to stay for them. It’s not safe here.”“You won’t be safe with me, either.”“Now isn’t the time for games. Come on, Pinkie, we gotta—”“Twilight!” Pinkie’s retort snapped like a cannon in Twilight’s ears. Flinching, the alicorn finally turned to look at her friend.The Earth pony grunted, wrenching her hindleg free from beneath Mrs. Cake’s limp body. Immediately, the squelch of meat slipping from bone, the reek of infection, swamped Twilight’s throat with more bile. The sight brought it to her tongue. Pinkie moved as if the limb were no longer hers, the gouge no different from a birthmark or a bruise. The exposed tissue was blackened with death, or was it the hundreds of tiny flies swarming her flesh? There seemed to be no difference anymore. And there seemed no saving what had been lost. Twilight’s jaw fell with a silent gasp.She swallowed. “I… It’s okay. It’s okay, really! I can fix it. I can bring you to the Hive. I’m sure the Changelings—”“Oh, Twilight,” Pinkie smiled sweetly, and it reminded the alicorn of the first time they had met on the crossroads of Ponyville, strangers in a small town, so many moons ago, “no pony knows better than me when the party’s over.”Who might have guessed this is how it would all end? Twilight shook her head, grief burning her eyes. She couldn’t lie to herself. She couldn’t find the strength to pretend, to conjure, to utter yet another monologue and stir this death from the land’s bones, have her friend back once more. She could only bite back her cries.The nursery fell silent. Pinkie breathed shallowly, laboring a moment, before again settling in Twilight’s embrace. It was a sight Twilight had seen only once before, when she was very small, and so, only remembered in dreams: her grandmare, Twilight Twinkle, swathed in a hospital gown, slipping into the night with a final sigh that rattled the filly’s little lungs. She had been taken away in sheets, returned to the earth in metal and wood. For the first time, Twilight took in her surroundings and realized this room of new beginnings would be the very earth that swallowed her precious friend.

Suddenly, Pinkie began softly, “Today was the twins’ birthday. Do you remember, Twilight?”“Yes, I—” Twilight stopped short, breathless with fear. “Where are they, Pinkie? They aren’t…” She hesitated. “They’re safe, aren’t they?”The answer seemed to elude her at first. Then, the pink pony pinched her brow with thought, gritted her teeth from the effort. “Rainbow Dash… She came back for me! I told her to take them… I don’t know where.”Twilight wanted to ask more, to get some inkling of their whereabouts. But Pinkie winced again, and the alicorn swallowed the questions on her tongue. She would find them after her eyes had dried.“Okay.”“Twilight?”“Yes?”“We didn’t get to sing them happy birthday.” Pinkie caught her gaze, held it like a gift in her hooves.“I know,” Twilight replied.“Will you sing with me? Maybe… Maybe they’re somewhere they can still hear.”“I…” Of course they weren’t, but of course she would. Twilight would do anything for her friend, just like Pinkie Pie had always done. Just like her. “Yeah… Maybe they are.”Twilight didn’t care if the monsters might hear, didn’t care if Davenport followed their voices up the stairs, tore apart her body as he had the little foal in the kitchen. She only cared to sing with her best friend for as long as death conceded, as long as mercy permitted. One more time. Please, let there be more time.Happy birthday to you.Happy birthday to you.Happy birthday, dear C-Cake twins.Happy… Happy b-birthday… t… to…

“Pinkie?”

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Sample Two | (2023)

Personal MLP Isekai fanfiction
Warning: themes of childhood sexual assault
Word Count: 1151
Pages: 3

You are lonelier than the moon. Her stars keep her through the night, no less loyal than the day they blazed to life in her dark sky. She made them in her vision many years ago, shivering and small. Pieces of her sweet light exist within them, as them, and make them whole.Down here, you are not made of stardust or the grace of some faraway satellite. You are flesh and bone, ripped like war of your mother’s womb, and loved a little less because you bear your father’s face. You are never told this. You don't need to be. You are far too wise, and he knew this when he found you, shivering and small.He is not the moon. He is your father’s father, and you are his star. You are so special to him, so clever, so young and beautiful, he told you—so much like him. But you were never so wise to the sex of man.You came to know fear in darkness, with hands and breasts and lustful comfort urging, urging. His blood exists within you, but it does not make you whole. He needs you, that liquid bond of your loins, and it is no less his than it is yours. Skin bruises so tenderly under foul touch.Tonight, you are older than you should be. You are a child, but you are no more a virgin than you are a star. You are born of sin, cultivated by the carnal whispers of lovers never meant to be, and just as ignorant. Just as ignorant.In darkness, not even air touches your putrid skin. He wants you to like this, but only because he knows this is wrong. He tells you you like it anyway, and you no longer beg, no longer fight, because he no longer cares. The sky wanes behind cloud.You knew this would happen. You learned long ago there is no mercy in a moonless night. There is only him, the pestilence of your veins...And her.Moonlight shimmered like pearls along your skin, sweeping away his fingerprints as passing rain might. When you looked up, the silver gaze of the moon met yours, whispered between the strands of your hair. It was then you realized you were a woman once more, as naked and ashamed as the day you were born. You cast your eyes from the sky—to face the alicorn before you.The tide swelled in her gaze as she approached, her horn shivering like ocean foam, and, as her wings unfurled, you could not discern them from the blue dark. Some part of you ached to cower in her presence; another brought you to your knees—not of fear, but of the ancient meeting of maiden and magic.Your lip quivered. "Princess Luna.""Yes." Her voice, although softer than a whisper, echoed like the distant lament of a loon. Your pounding heart eased."If you're here, then," you breathed, "none of this is real. I was having a nightmare.""One I have never seen in this land or any other." She stepped forward, and, as if to complete some delicate ritual, pressed her forehead to yours. You took her muzzle into your hands. "My sister told me of the human girl who became a unicorn when she fell into our world. I would be a fool to believe she had no life before this. You may no longer exist in your world, but its fears still exist within you."When she pulled away, a piece of you went with her. The surf, a pearl of understanding, rippled in her eyes, but you could no longer bear to hold her gaze. Your silence was answer enough."You've not told anypony of this."You looked at your palms as if the answer lay within those gentle heart lines. "I thought if I just ignored it, it might go away…""Fear is not so fragile as to be dismissed by choice.” She closed her eyes, and the might of her wings trembled, the shadow of a memory. “If it were, perhaps I may never have become Nightmare Moon. Perhaps you may never have come here at all."You looked at her then, and finally saw the burden of her eternity. She had lived more than you could ever fathom, had come to know it all in her time, and she laid it bare before you now. It was not pity that had brought her to you, but recognition. She knew how you had come to be here. You needed only the courage to speak it.“You… You know. You know what I did.”Princess Luna opened her eyes once more, and you parted your lips at the reflection there: you as you had been, so long ago, it may as well have been a dream itself. You broke her gaze.“Dreams are memories," she began, "those we’ve hidden away or simply forgotten in our years. We bury these parts of ourselves under the sun, but truth is revealed with the rising of the moon. I know how you became this. I do not judge you for it, for it is no worse than what I have done.”You screwed your brow, that age-old frustration boring on your skull. "It was so long ago. I don't want to think about it anymore, I don't want to deal with it anymore. I just want to live my life like a normal person!" You looked at her, pleading, vying, clawing into your skin or else vanish entirely. "I just want to be happy."Your knees buckled. You were too angry to cry, too tired to fight, too familiar with this ache to pull yourself to your feet again. Never in your life had you been happy. Not truly, not without punishment, and not now. Was this your fate? To live in regret of what had been, what could have been? You didn't want it. You didn't want any of this!But a feather reached you, Luna's gentle voice, urging evermore, "You can be. But you cannot live in ignorance of your past—nor should you face it alone. We must rely on our bonds when darkness is all we have. They will give you the strength to survive whatever has been and whatever may be."She was right, but... "How would I even tell them?""There are many words for pain," she murmured, "but none so true as silence. I cannot tell you what to say as I do not know what's in your heart. I can only tell you when the time comes, allow your voice to be heard. There is no shame in where you have come from. Do not treat it as such."You didn't respond. As your dream mellowed into darkness, you held her words like an oyster in your palm, and wished you had a knife.

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Sample Three | (2024)

Personal MLP Isekai fanfiction
Warning: explicit sexual content
fetishes: size difference, mating, oviposition
Word Count: 3594
Pages: 8

At his request, you stumbled into Thorax’s den once more. You wondered if he intended to have you stay with him now that your feelings were out in the open. Either way, you were grateful as you settled into his soft nest. The day had been long and new, and it left your eyelids leaden in the comfortable dark of the den. Nosing some of the moss together for a pillow, you prepared to sleep for the night—until you noticed something light and pastel in the folds of the nest. Blinking, you pulled more of the moss up.Your heart fluttered at what you saw.At first, you wondered if your eyes were playing tricks on you. But as your hooves passed over the cotton, familiar and imbued in your scent, you knew you weren’t imagining it. It was your dress—the one you had worn and tucked away in your closet when you both lived in the Crystal Empire. You recalled the night of your date with Sunburst, when things had gone horribly wrong, and Thorax had comforted you in this very gown. Your cheeks warmed at the memory, your smile growing as you continued to caress the precious cloth.Even after all this time, after everything you had done, he had kept a piece of you in his bed. It was just like him, you decided.When the lichen curtain rustled, you peered at him beneath your lashes. The Changeling leader tiptoed about, perhaps thinking you were already asleep, but he paused when his gaze met yours through the dark. He glided to the nest a moment later.“Hey,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours, “what’re you still doing up?”You worked your jaw, unsure how to ask him about your dress or if you even should. So, you merely raised the cloth, flecks of moss tumbling to the ground. When your eyes met again, you blushed, too, at the red of his cheeks. He smiled sheepishly.“Thorax,” you replied, the words suddenly coming to you, “how long have you felt this way about me?”He seemed to hesitate at your question and you wondered why. But eventually, he stepped into the nest, curling his large body around you. You melted into his embrace, nestling your chin on his folded legs only to be closer. His heartbeat drummed in your ear like a lullaby, slow and rhythmic and so very familiar. The Changeling rested his head atop yours.With a soft chuckle, the Changeling rested his head atop yours. “Do you remember that night in the Crystal Garden? You wanted to play hide-and-seek together?”“Yeah.” You smirked. “When you won because you cheated.”“You’re still hung up on that, huh?”“What can I say?” You nuzzled his chest. “I’m a sore loser.”He hummed. “Loser or not, that night changed a lot of things for me. I’m not sure when I started feeling this way for you. But…”He hesitated again, and you glanced up at him. What could it be that would cause him so much uncertainty? You wished you could see his face—if he were conflicted or merely lost in a memory—but his chin had tilted upward, to the circle of night stars spilling from the skylight overhead. You nudged him with your shoulder. “But…?”“You were underneath me,” he breathed carefully, his words just so, “and you had crystal dust in your hair. And it was so dark, but the way you looked at me… All I could think about was how beautiful you were like that. How much I wanted to stay that way forever… I… I wanted to take you as my mate.”Suddenly, the air thickened. You didn’t move, but your heart skipped a beat at his words—what they meant to you. You had to be sure.“When you say that…” Heat flared in your belly at the thought. “Do you mean…?”“I wanted to make you the mother of my brood,” he traced his muzzle along your neck, a gesture that shot tingles down your spine, “right there in that garden.”“Th-Thorax…”“But then you went on that date with Sunburst,” he snapped away as though the very thought burned him, “and I realized I’d never have a chance. I still wanted you—I wanted you more than anything—but… why would a pony ever want to be with a Changeling?”You wanted to object, but he continued, “When you left, I thought that was that. I tried so hard to stop thinking about that night. About you. I visited the Crystal Empire again not long after, and I saw your dress. I took it just to have some part of you with me. Even if I couldn’t have you, I had something you’d loved so much. That feeling is everything to a Changeling.”Thorax buried his face in your mane. In silence, his words hung like a midsummer heat, thick with your own shaky breaths. You dug your hooves into the moss. Suddenly, you understood why he had always treated you as something precious; why he’d given you so much of him with only your kindness in return. He’d wanted to be your partner. He’d wanted to have children with you. You closed your eyes.He had been in love with you.You faltered in that revelation for some time. The Changeling continued to tend to you, worship you, stroking and kissing every part of you he had touched so many times before. His lips wandered that sensitive vein of your neck now, more delicate than a moth’s silken wing. Even in your unreachable way, he still sought you, nurtured you, loved you. Suddenly, you realized these things he confessed so unabashedly, so unashamed, were just as true as the night he had discovered them in the Garden—as true as the day you had recognized them in the shadows of your bedroom. He had always wanted you, and you, him.The croak of your voice punctured the quiet. “Thorax.”“Yes?”“I want you to pretend we’re back in the Garden,” you whispered, “I want you to get on top of me again. I want you to tell me I’m beautiful… And I want you to do all the things you wanted to do to me, but thought you never could.”You closed your eyes, awaiting whatever he might do. Thorax stiffened, contemplated, and decided. Carefully, he stood, and the familiar heat of his belly warmed your back. Your belly tightened pleasurably when his breath tickled your ear. “Lay down.”You obeyed. As you peered up at Thorax, you were surprised to find something else in that tender gaze of his. It burned in the depths of his eyes, a dark desire you saw your reflection in. You looked so small beneath him, so helpless to whatever he would do to you. No longer was he the shy Changeling drone curious of your love. He was the leader of a nation, your keeper, and curiosity would no longer satiate the hunger of a Changeling claiming his mate.You would give it to him. You would give him everything.“This is how I wanted you back then.” He smiled as he took you in. “Just like this.”His gaze drifted down your body and you fought not to cover yourself, a blush darkening your cheeks. Then, he touched you, caressing the sensitive skin in the dip between your thigh and hip. You gasped at the sensation. He concentrated on that curve, following the line lower and lower, and you shuddered when he brushed your throbbing slit. His eyes flicked back to yours. You nodded.His hoof brushed your slit, and you whimpered at the care behind that single touch. You were not a virgin. Men had taken you before, used you, and left you dripping on the sheets. This was not an act you were unfamiliar with. But a million times with them could never compare to how you felt at this moment. You had craved love your entire life, and perhaps that’s just another thing you had in common with the Changeling leader. Tonight, you would offer that love, and he would return it tenfold.Thorax dove into you. His hoof traced your plush wall and you arched at the sensation of the calloused nail. You’d never considered he’d play with you, but, then again, you’d never had sex with a Changeling before. Eventually, he found your clit and kneaded the sensitive bulb. His efforts were rewarded with a rather whorish moan you barely recognized as your own. The Changeling leader watched you intently, perhaps fascinated by how quickly you unraveled beneath him. You gazed back at him, blushing and disheveled, and wished he’d fill you.“I never thought I’d have you like this,” he murmured. Leaning down, he traced his tongue along your neck. You whimpered at his hot breath against your fur, his fangs, much smaller than before, burrowing into your skin. You moaned, your body betraying you with a gush of wetness from your cunt. Releasing you, Thorax kissed the bruised skin before sinking his teeth into another virgin patch of your throat. You closed your eyes and soaked in the waves of pleasure he brought you.Eventually, he eased up on your clit. Your sex hit your nostrils as he withdrew his hoof, smiling softly at the slickness dripping from the nail. You sucked in a breath when he licked it, drawing it slow along his tongue, his hooded gaze never leaving yours. For a moment, you wanted nothing more than to discover what thoughts laid behind those eyes. You wondered if seeing you like this was gratification enough for him. If the hardness brushing your belly was any indication, it was working.He set his hoof down, caught your lips. You wrapped your legs around his neck as if you had done it a million times over, needing him closer if he wouldn’t be inside you. He tasted sweet, like the honeysuckle that tickled your nose as you wandered the fields of the Crystal Empire beside him. You sighed, remembering how prettily the sun hit his face those long summer afternoons. A hum, like the cicadas by the lake, whirled from his carapace.The Changeling smiled into your mouth, murmuring between each kiss, “Say you wanted this. Say you wanted me, too.”“Oh, Thorax.” His words overwhelmed you, tears springing to your eyes. “Since the day we met, I’ve wanted you more than anything.”“I felt it.” He cupped your cheek, his magenta eyes burning in the dark. “I always felt it. But I never thought it was meant for me.”“Who else but you?” You captured his lips again.You melted into each other, sighing at every tender place he grazed and kissed—every place meant for him and him alone. His lips trailed away from yours, down your neck, and further still, and you blinked back tears when he lingered over your breasts. His sticky breath heated the skin, sweet and familiar. He took your nipple into his mouth, and, although you’d never felt pleasure there before, the way he rolled the bud along his tongue blossomed warmth in your loins. You mewled his name as he played with the sensitive skin.How much longer would he tease you?Perhaps Thorax sensed your growing frustration because he released your nipple, glimmering with saliva, and returned to you. He crouched low and caught your gaze with a whisper, “Brooke, Changelings… We mate for life. Is that what you want? To be with me forever?”You looked at him then, as if seeing him for the first time.Oh, how you adored his muzzle nuzzling yours, the gentle plump of his cheeks, and those sweet little dimples as he smiled down at you. He was never more beautiful than when he was on top of you. You remembered when he had looked this way in your bed, when you had thought to give him everything back then. In this strange new world, he had always been the one you wanted near. Memories of your summer with him warmed your cheeks, those cloudless skies burning like an eternity—a lifetime you saw in his eyes even now.You touched your horn to his own. The answer was all too clear.“Yes, I think I do.”A joy unlike any you had seen before alit his face. It struck you then just what this moment meant to him—everything he was giving you, and everything your words promised him. His voice trembled as he replied, “I think I do, too.”And a joy unlike any you had felt before swelled your heart. With that, he nudged you and you smiled knowing what came next. You twisted so you were on your belly now, glancing back at him behind your lashes. Instinctively, the dock of your tail lifted, exposing the glistening pink between your legs like a dawn-dewed rose. You swayed your rump with a quirk of your lip. Thorax released a shuddering breath, and you supposed he quite enjoyed the sight. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy his fascination with your body, too.“Are you ready?”You nodded.“Push up if you can,” he instructed. “I’ll hold you so you don’t fall.”You did as you were told, beginning to dislike the cold of your underside. But the Changeling leader didn’t leave you waiting for long. You bit your lip when the tip of his sex heated your own.“I'll be gentle,” he whispered in your ear, and you wondered if he was capable of being anything but—and if you would ever see that side of him. As he mounted you, you found you cared little, so long as he was finally yours. His teeth sunk into the nape of your neck. Then, he pressed into you.Your smallness hadn’t occurred to you until now. He slipped past your slick walls with ease, and you twitched at each ridge and bulge of his cock burrowing within you. But the deeper he went, the more you strained against him. Thorax was much bigger than you, and it was apparent by the way he struggled to penetrate your depth. He soothed you, coaxing you to settle, and you suddenly understood what he meant about being gentle. But his encouragement seemed to be working and, when you finally relaxed into him, an intoxicating pain ached your pussy. You rocked to temper the intensity, whimpering.He released your neck to sweep your hair from your eyes. “I know that was a lot. Tell me if you want to stop.”Something in you changed now that he was inside you—something surprisingly innocent given the circumstances. Suddenly, you needed to strip bare your heart, surrender all you had denied yourself since meeting. You twisted to catch his gaze. Seeing you, Thorax leaned down, perhaps expecting a kiss when his lips grazed yours. You reciprocated, using the moment to gather your thoughts. Those precious words spilled from your tongue before he could part.“Thorax,” you breathed his name as though it were your final breath, “before we do this, I just want to tell you,” you found his gaze, “I love you. I love you more than anything.”“Again.” The Changeling’s voice dripped like nectar as he pressed his muzzle to yours. “Please, say it again.”Of course you would. You would say it as many times as he asked, for as long as you lived.“I love you, Thorax.”He stirred within you then, rousing a carnal pain you yearned for. You crooned into the dark of the den, slipping off his dick only to push back into him much easier than before. You thrusted into him a few more times, sagging into the nest at the waves of pleasure dizzying your mind. He held you firmer then, and you fluttered your lashes at the arousal slicking your legs. He was so warm, so thick, filling every lonely crevice of you with every loving part of him. Suddenly, the only touch you had ever known, the only scent and kiss and glance, was Thorax’s.The Changeling leader growled above you and you slowed. It was only when you finally rested against him did he take over. He thrusted into you at a leaden pace, sighing into your fur as he penetrated you over and over. You cried, your hind legs trembling each time he filled you. Your moans spurred him on. Soon, he thrusted deeper, faster, his balls bouncing against your slit wildly. You did all you could to steady yourself as he ravaged your body, but your front legs folded and you fell into the nest. Thorax’s grip on you softened the impact, his wings unfurling.The Changeling shifted, whirling his wings to adjust to the new angle. You lolled your tongue when he finally found it, his cock spearing something tender within you that blinded you with stars. You moaned shamelessly this time, no better than an animal in heat, and Thorax maintained the rhythm. You cried when his teeth suddenly pierced your flesh, the pain too much to handle alongside his controlled, relentless thrusts. An orgasm overcame you before you even realized what it was. Your walls fluttered, pleasure spilling from your womb, and you grinded into him with a chorus of moans.You came down panting, exhaustion pricking your mind, but you were surprised when Thorax stilled inside you. You glanced at him over your shoulder, wondering what he was waiting for. You could tell by his hardness he hadn’t orgasmed yet. His eyes were closed, his brow hardened, as he tried to catch his breath. When he opened his eyes, he smiled down at you with heavy lids.

“Are,” you began, “are you edging yourself?”“Not intentionally,” he murmured. “But I have to ask you something.”“What is it?”“Can I,” he pressed his cheek to yours, “lay in you?”You blinked in confusion, “What do you mean?”“I told you before I wanted you to be the mother of my brood. I still want that.”You started at his request—those words so simple on their own, felt heavier than earth in your chest. You were not opposed to being a mother in this world, especially not with Thorax as your mate. He would make a wonderful father. This was not what frightened you. You had told him long ago you were sterile, and a new body had not changed this. You wouldn’t blame him for forgetting—it had not been more than a passing conversation—but feared how he might react now. You glanced at him nervously.“I,” you spluttered, “I can't get pregnant, remember?”Thorax was quick to respond, “Just knowing my eggs are in you will be enough.”He hadn’t forgotten, and it hadn’t changed his feelings for you. You loved him that much more for it.“Alright, yeah… Yeah, do it.”Thorax bucked into you again. You stifled a scream, your walls aching from your orgasm and his previous onslaught. This time, he showed you no mercy, pounding into you as if he may never have you again. The squelch of sex and your whorish cries echoed in the den, prompting Thorax’s own gratified groans. The sound drove you wild and you arched in time with him. No soon after, pain split your body, bursting into pleasure, and your body trembled once more. You squeezed around him with another orgasm. In the same heartbeat, Thorax stiffened above you, the veins of his cock throbbing.You came into each other. Your pussy pulled him in and he pressed into you willingly, pulsating, pumping, pouring into you shuddering gasps. You echoed his pleasure, weakly chasing the flutter of your walls with one more thrust. Thorax hissed, biting your ear in warning—he was just as sensitive as you if the warm cum he filled you with was anything to go by. Then, his cock twitched, pearling with something round and soft, and you realized with a start he was laying his eggs in you.One by one they came, little marbles as fragile as glass, finding refuge in the sanctuary of your womb. You counted each one, blinked at each foreign shell gliding along your ridges, surprised when the weight of them plumped your abdomen. You touched your stomach, gasping when your hoof rolled between the divots of each egg beneath your flesh. You knew it wasn’t natural. Yet, you found it wasn’t as disconcerting as you expected—the feeling was rather pleasant, warm and filling in a way you had never known. All too soon, Thorax parted from you.Eleven in all. Eleven little eggs you could call your own. Even if they never would, you imagined what it might be like if they could live, grow within you, come into this world much kinder than you had, and grow into their own. You giggled to yourself. Eleven hatchlings would be quite the hoof-full, but with Thorax by your side, what reason would there be to fret? None, none at all. He would be perfect, you decided, and so would your eleven grubs. You hummed contentedly. A moment later, his voice surfaced from your daydreams.“You're mine, now.” There was a hint of possessiveness in his rasp that shot tingles straight to your loins. Then, he leaned forward, kissing your cheek so sweetly you could have cried. “And I'm yours.”“I never knew how much I needed to hear you say that,” you murmured. You nuzzled beneath his chin and the Changeling leader sighed, taking you into his embrace.“Always.”

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