PlanetKiller 
I'd "pet" that.
“You just lost the game!” you shout after jumping the final checker piece of your opponent.
The young changeling drone, Kevin, sits opposite of you. The look on his adorable face is of utter defeat. He looks at you with doleful blue eyes, the light reflecting softly on his dark carapace. Knowing the bet he made with you, he gets off of the chair and lays down on the castle floor.
Both of you had made a wager on a game of chess in Luna’s night court. The dark room and vacancy was perfect for daytime shenanigans and you had been trying your awesome moves on everypony, to no avail. Twilight was not enthused upon any of the moves you made either, but you were going to give her some fun she didn’t know she wanted. Then you and Twilight found a changeling hiding out. Now you had leverage on somepony; or at least somebug. If he won, freedom. But if you won, well then the fun would be doubled before you turned him in; allowing brief freedom before his fate. It also helped that Twilight agreed to cast some spells from a balcony to assist you. She said something about ‘scientific pursuits’, but you knew that mare was a voyeur.
As Kevin lay on his back, his idea, you slowly take off your clothes. Kevin cringes a bit upon the revelation of your fleshly glory, but you just saunter over to him. Trying to decide who you want to the bug to turn into, you get the urge to touch him. The smoothness of the carapace does not surprise you, but the pliability does. It also has a light fur, like a tarantula, but not as creepy. The velvety feeling decides for you, it would be a shame to make the bugpony take a different form. You wanted to take him just as he was.
You lose yourself in his deep aqua eyes, and start rubbing his belly. Kevin begins chittering, like a cat’s purr, at your touch. Taking the encouragement, you go further south, eliciting a blush from the ‘ling. Suddenly he pulls you close, surprisingly strong for such a tiny thing. His breath mingles with your own and he tells you some thing interesting. Apparently his species can create a strong aphrodisiac that they administer with their bite. Assuring you it won’t hurt, you allow him to bite your neck. After all, it could make the experience all the better.
I wasn’t painful, not yet, and you are starting to feel good; slightly light-headed. Kevin kisses you, hard, before nibbling on the bottom of your ear.
“We can also make a painfully deadly hemotoxin” Kevin whispers.
With that, the pain begins shooting from where he bit you. It feels like you are burning alive, and it is spreading rapidly across your body. You scream in pain as the world becomes tinted crimson. Your body is hemorrhaging life both inside and out. The jewel of your chest struggles to keep command of your remaining essence. The toxin must also act as a hallucinogen; you smell sulfur and hear a legion of tormented screams.
A pop and whoosh signals Twilight’s teleportation next to you. You are now writing on your back in burning agony as your struggles for life become weaker.
“Enjoy your eternal reward” you hear Twilight speak in your ear.
You vision fails as you body slacks like a broken marionette. You wait what seems an eternity for the burning, screaming, and sulfur to fade.
It never does.
The young changeling drone, Kevin, sits opposite of you. The look on his adorable face is of utter defeat. He looks at you with doleful blue eyes, the light reflecting softly on his dark carapace. Knowing the bet he made with you, he gets off of the chair and lays down on the castle floor.
Both of you had made a wager on a game of chess in Luna’s night court. The dark room and vacancy was perfect for daytime shenanigans and you had been trying your awesome moves on everypony, to no avail. Twilight was not enthused upon any of the moves you made either, but you were going to give her some fun she didn’t know she wanted. Then you and Twilight found a changeling hiding out. Now you had leverage on somepony; or at least somebug. If he won, freedom. But if you won, well then the fun would be doubled before you turned him in; allowing brief freedom before his fate. It also helped that Twilight agreed to cast some spells from a balcony to assist you. She said something about ‘scientific pursuits’, but you knew that mare was a voyeur.
As Kevin lay on his back, his idea, you slowly take off your clothes. Kevin cringes a bit upon the revelation of your fleshly glory, but you just saunter over to him. Trying to decide who you want to the bug to turn into, you get the urge to touch him. The smoothness of the carapace does not surprise you, but the pliability does. It also has a light fur, like a tarantula, but not as creepy. The velvety feeling decides for you, it would be a shame to make the bugpony take a different form. You wanted to take him just as he was.
You lose yourself in his deep aqua eyes, and start rubbing his belly. Kevin begins chittering, like a cat’s purr, at your touch. Taking the encouragement, you go further south, eliciting a blush from the ‘ling. Suddenly he pulls you close, surprisingly strong for such a tiny thing. His breath mingles with your own and he tells you some thing interesting. Apparently his species can create a strong aphrodisiac that they administer with their bite. Assuring you it won’t hurt, you allow him to bite your neck. After all, it could make the experience all the better.
I wasn’t painful, not yet, and you are starting to feel good; slightly light-headed. Kevin kisses you, hard, before nibbling on the bottom of your ear.
“We can also make a painfully deadly hemotoxin” Kevin whispers.
With that, the pain begins shooting from where he bit you. It feels like you are burning alive, and it is spreading rapidly across your body. You scream in pain as the world becomes tinted crimson. Your body is hemorrhaging life both inside and out. The jewel of your chest struggles to keep command of your remaining essence. The toxin must also act as a hallucinogen; you smell sulfur and hear a legion of tormented screams.
A pop and whoosh signals Twilight’s teleportation next to you. You are now writing on your back in burning agony as your struggles for life become weaker.
“Enjoy your eternal reward” you hear Twilight speak in your ear.
You vision fails as you body slacks like a broken marionette. You wait what seems an eternity for the burning, screaming, and sulfur to fade.
It never does.
