Background Bareback - 7: Changeling One's Mind AKAME MAR 2ND, 2013


                                            *Gasp* *Gasp*

                                            >That storm earlier had drained you of almost all your remaining strength.

                                            >You are wet, exhausted, and worst of all, starving.

                                            >It's been so long since you last ate…

                                            >There's barely enough energy for you to sneak into this thing's house.

                                            >You were once a queen…

                                            >How pathetic for you to have to resort to such methods of survival.

                                            >But what choice do you have?

                                            >The lack of nutrients have left you unable to use any magic, let alone disguise yourself.

                                            >You enter the house through a window.

                                            >Oddly enough, there was a way to unlock it from the outside, though it looked like it was hastily added.

                                            >Perhaps this creature locks himself out of the house often?

                                            >Carefully closing the window behind you, you stumble up a set of stairs.

                                            >Your legs wobble and begin to give out, but you steel yourself and continue upwards, softly whispering to yourself.

                                            "Just a little bit farther… I'll get some love soon…"

                                            >You twist your ears around as you reach the top of the stairs, trying to find the home's inhabitant.

                                            >A soft snoring is heard behind a door at the end of the hall.

                                            >You stagger to the door and crack it open to survey the room.

                                            >There is a large creature sleeping under the covers of his bed.

                                            >He lets out a snort as you approach his bedside.

                                            >Looking down, you can see that he is fairly muscular, nothing a working stallion wouldn't have, but more than the average beast.

                                            >His teeth also interest you. He's a carnivore it seems…

                                            *Grrrrr*

                                            >Your stomach growling reminds you of your mission.

                                            >Gently, you lift the covers and worm under them, coming to a stop when your head is near your target's crotch.

                                            >The smell is quite powerful, and more… exotic than your used to, even under his clothing.

                                            >You carefully bite his boxers and pull them down, revealing the prize you sought.

                                            >It has a weird head on it, but a quick lick dissolves any reservations you had.

                                            >His salty flavor returns some of your strength to you, so you begin your task.


                                            >You are Anon, the human escort.

                                            >*Slurp* *Slurp*

                                            >Damn your dick feels good right now.

                                            >*Slurp* *Slurp*

                                            >…

                                            >Wait…

                                            >*Slurp* *Slurp*

                                            >It 'feels good'?

                                            >Your eyes snap open, revealing a large bobbing lump under your sheets.

                                            >*Slurp* *Slurp*

                                            >Damn, Fluttershy got really good at this, it doesn't feel that bad.

                                            >Still...

                                            "Fucking Fluttershy!"

                                            >You tear off your covers and punch the intruder in her snout.

                                            >The force throws her off of the bed, and she crumples to the ground, unmoving.

                                            >Once your eyes adjust to the darkness, you notice that it was not Fluttershy that had been sucking you off, but a much larger, black equine.

                                            >You hear strained rasps of breath as you get out of bed to examine her closer.

                                            >Hmm…

                                            >Hooves full of holes, insectoid features, fangs…

                                            >This must be a changeling, and a sizable one at that.

                                            >Satisfied with your analysis, you begin to get dressed so you can inform the authorities, keeping an eye on the changeling.

                                            >After all, there was an Equestria wide changeling hunt going on, so getting caught with one wouldn't look too good.

                                            >When you finish putting on shoes, you head out of your room.

                                            >"Please…"

                                            >A pathetic voice stops you before you can leave.

                                            >"Please, I-"

                                            >Quiet sobs drift across the room, drawing you to the changeling's side.

                                            >"I don't… *wheeze*  want… *wheeze* to die…"

                                            >She weakly opens her eyes as you kneel beside her.

                                            "What do you mean? Why are you going to die?"

                                            >"…Starving… Haven't eaten in- *wheeze* months…"

                                            >Changelings consume love, if you remember correctly.

                                            >The current manhunt for their kind must have made it very difficult for them to survive.

                                            >Unfortunately for her, you cannot give her what she wants.

                                            "I'm sorry, but I can't help you."

                                            >You scoop the changeling up and carry her into the hall.

                                            >Opening the door next to your room, you lay the insectoid on the guest bed.

                                            >The least you can do is make her comfortable.

                                            >She feebly grips your hand as you move to draw away from her.

                                            >"Please… I need- *gasp* love."

                                            >You squeeze her hoof reassuringly.

                                            "I'm sorry… but I can't give you that emotion."

                                            >"N-no… not emotional…"

                                            >What?

                                            >"Physical… can sust- *wheeze* -ain me."

                                            >She looks at you with tears in her eyes.

                                            >She is terrified of death.

                                            *Sigh*

                                            "What do you need?"

                                            >Her eyes are barely open, but she manages some instruction.

                                            >"F-feed me… please…"

                                            >She opens her mouth, letting her tongue fall out.

                                            >…

                                            "Is this really the only way?"

                                            >Your guest doesn't respond, her forced breaths spurring you to action.

                                            *Sigh*

                                            >This is crazy.

                                            >Unzipping your pants, you pull out your dick and begin to stroke it.

                                            >Masturbating is a simple enough task, and despite your considerable endurance, you can easily make yourself come.

                                            >It's not really an orgasm, as much as your muscles just doing the pleasureless old grind.

                                            >Some p0nies rather enjoy seeing you perform, and some pay you JUST to have you jerk off onto them, so it's become an all too familiar routine.

                                            >Money is money…

                                            >You position yourself over the changeling's mouth when you feel yourself getting close.

                                            >Your movements become short and rapid as you near her maw.

                                            >Letting out a low grunt, you release your load into her mouth.

                                            >Once the wave of semen stops flowing onto her tongue, the changeling slowly closes her mouth.

                                            >*Gulp*

                                            >…

                                            >Her eyes burst open and you feel a force around your hips.

                                            >You're pulled to the bed, with the changeling sitting between your legs.

                                            >She rips off your pants and boxers, leaving your member exposed.

                                            >You're still sensitive and semi-erect from coming in her mouth.

                                            >She lowers her head and swallows you entirely.

                                            >You feel her snorts on your abdomen while her throat massages your length.

                                            "Fffffuck…"

                                            >Instinctively, you place a hand on the back of her head and thrust your hips.

                                            >Even though you are already hilted, your body apparently wants to be further in.

                                            >The changeling nibbles at your base, her fangs pressing against, but not piercing, your skin.

                                            >She slowly pulls her head away, a faint green slobber coats your length where her mouth had been.

                                            >You attempt to push her back down, but green magic manacles lock your hands to the bed posts.

                                            >The ridges of her throat each grip and release your glans as she works you back out at an agonizing pace.

                                            >When your head is all that's left, she stops, suckling on it like it was a bottle.

                                            >Her tongue explores your tip, prodding your urethra, licking under your head, teasing your glans.

                                            >Maybe you should ask her to teach Roseluck a thing or two…

                                            >Cold air greets your head as the changeling's lips open, liberating your member.

                                            >You are so close.

                                            >She watches your dick twitch in torment, smiling at her denial of your orgasm.

                                            >"Thank you, and now, my name is Chrysalis. What is yours?"

                                            >You clench the bedsheets and stare at the ceiling as you reply.

                                            "An-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON"

                                            >In one motion, her throat has again wrapped around your length and is furiously milking you.

                                            >The sudden sensation is too much, she presses her head as deep into your crotch as she can while you come.

                                            >Chrysalis laughs and rolls over, keeping you embedded in her orifice and releasing you from your shackles.

                                            >Her hooves wrap around your ass and keep you steady while you buck into her.

                                            >Since you're so far down her throat, she doesn't so much swallow as just relax and let you pump your love directly into her stomach.

                                            >With your loads diminishing is size, a green light is emitted from Chrysalis's horn.

                                            >It feels like all of your reserves are about to work their way out of your dick.

                                            >"H'um…"

                                            >You knew what she wants- nay, commands you to do.

                                            >You forgo supporting yourself with your arms and instead grip the sides of Chrysalis's head.

                                            >*Gag*

                                            >You pull yourself violently into her jaws, forcing the changeling to gag.

                                            >Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she is deprived of oxygen, but she still does not pull away, letting you savagely fuck her face.

                                            >Globs of green spit dribble from the corners of her mouth, making it easier for you to slide in and out of her throat.

                                            >Her tongue wraps around your member, trying to coax out more of the life-giving fluid.

                                            >Soon, a massive orgasm hits you and you shoot your seed into Chrysalis's belly.

                                            >Her body gurgles, no doubt trying to find room for all your physical love.

                                            >Chrysalis herself is barely conscious, only emitting lewd slopping noises when you thrust into her.

                                            >Her hooves lay limply on the bed, letting you have complete control over her.

                                            >Her body spasms, warning you of her need for air.

                                            >You send one last spurt into her gullet before withdrawing your cock with a *pop* and collapsing next to her.

                                            >*Gasp*

                                            >Chrysalis inhales deeply, gasping, but otherwise fine.

                                            >She regains focus and looks over at you.

                                            >"So, Anon was it?"

                                            >You nod, still reeling from the most amazing deepthroat ever.

                                            >"Is this where I'll be sleeping?"

                                            >…

                                            >What?

                                            >As if she read your thoughts, Chrysalis speaks.

                                            >"I need a steady supply of love, and you-"

                                            >She grabs your crotch with a hoof.

                                            >"Are more than capable of doing that. So I'll ask again…"

                                            >Chrysalis' horn glows brilliantly, and you can feel your mind start to go.

                                            >"Is this where… I'll be sleeping?"

                                            >Maybe it wouldn't be so bad havin- NO!

                                            >You force yourself from the bed and stand up.

                                            >She's trying to use mind magic on you!

                                            >You raise a hand and ball it into a fist.

                                            >Chrysalis flinches as you bring your clenched hand down.

                                            *Thud*

                                            "^Ai-^"

                                            >Right into your own crotch.

                                            >You double over in pain, clutching your wounded pride.

                                            >"Wh-why did you-"

                                            "^Pain is one of the easiest ways to rid mental magic's effects.^"

                                            >Chrysalis huffs at your regained lucidity.

                                            >"Well, I still want to stay. You're the only one who hasn't driven me off right away…"

                                            >To be fair, p0nies didn't treat you very well when you first showed up.

                                            >You rub your temples as you think, still somewhat in pain.

                                            *Sigh*

                                            "Fine, you can stay."

                                            >"Yay!"

                                            "But there are some ground rules. Number one, you pay rent and help out around the house. Number two, no hive buildin-"

                                            >"That's not fair! I'm the queen of the changelings! I have to spawn more subjects!"

                                            "If I see even one egg or pile of green goo, it's goodbye house, hello prison, got it?"

                                            >*Grumble* *Grumble*

                                            "GOT IT?!"

                                            >"YES!"

                                            >Chrysalis glares at you, angry for the limitations being placed on her.

                                            "And finally, no one must ever know that you are a changeling, so you'll have to spend the bulk of your time in disguise."

                                            >Chrysalis's glare is replaced with a smile.

                                            >Green flames roar up around her, replacing the black changeling with a blue-maned, white unicorn mare.

                                            >She batts her blue eyes at you before speaking.

                                            >"I'm Sylph, it's a pleasure to meet you."

                                            >She has a dignified voice, with the slight hint of a city accent.

                                            >Perfect, no one would suspect her just showing up if she sounds like she's from far away.

                                            >"Now, about my rent…"

                                            >She licks her lips and glances at your crotch.

                                            "Oh no, that won't work."

                                            >Sylph's confusion is evident.

                                            "I have sex, literally EVERY day, it's what I do for a living. Temptations of the flesh are not good bargaining tools against me."

                                            >The unicorn furrows her brow before charging up a spell.

                                            >A bag drops onto the floor from a green portal.

                                            >You open it up to see it contains bits.

                                            >Checking to make sure they're real, you count each one and total fifty bits.

                                            "This will cover the first month's rent. Do you have any more?"

                                            >"Changelings aren't exactly in the habit of using currency."

                                            "Then, it looks like you'll have to get a job."

                                            >"Humph."

                                            >Sylph rolls over on the bed and ignores you.

                                            >Deciding it would be best to give her some space, you leave and return to your own bed.

                                            >What deity did you piss off to deserve this?

                                            *Sigh*

                                            >This is why you're so broke all the time...