> The Royal Treatment: Or Fulfilling One's Fantasies Through Changeling Magic
>  by Plotpony
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> The Finest Waltz
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You’d wanted her ever since you’d first seen her at the coronation. She was resplendent in her gown, her tiara, the pomp, the circumstance, all of it. She’d been on your mind since that day several months ago. The way her mane flowed into an adorable bang over her horn, her large, deep purple eyes, matching her coat to perfection, the way she spoke, the way she moved, all of it was burned into your mind as though by some farmer’s brand. Admittedly your mind also didn’t mind how her rear end looked under that dress.You didn’t actually see it, but the swishing frills had accentuated the gentle swishing sway of her hips and it wasn’t hard to imagine what might have been under there....no it wasn’t hard at all...

Princess Twilight Sparkle, you wanted nothing more than explore that body you’d seen from afar. Oh what you wouldn’t give to spend just one day indulging yourself in your fantasies. But you knew that to work your way into the actual princess’s bed was a dream at best and treason at worst. Despite your concerns of what might happen if Princess Celestia ever found out about your growing urge, it would not leave you.

You needed to have some closure, to let these carnal feelings out in some way or another, or they would haunt you till your dying day. For weeks you’d searched, looked, hunted high and low.
Your search had brought you here.
You stood at the edge of The Shades, a little backwater community just outside of Canterlot. At least, it was a backwater by the snobby standards of canterlot elites, who often had their noses so high in the air they couldn’t tell you what the ground looked like.

In reality it was really rather quaint, it put you in the mind of a fairytale village. While it wasn’t as impressive as a castle, it had cobbled streets and nice little houses, ponies and other creatures of a poorer class running around in what looked to be a manner that was quite content.
You weren’t exactly rich yourself, but sometimes you wondered if growing up in Canterlot had skewed your view of the rest of the world, like growing up in the middle of manehatten might if you suddenly decided to move to farm country.
What had brought you here was a rumor. You were about to give up your search, you’d looked into potions and spells, trinkets and charms, but nothing seemed strong enough to fulfill your fantasies. Nothing that is, until you stumbled upon a book about the study of Changelings.

Of course, you’d heard of changelings, anyone who lived in Canterlot would never forget the shapeshifting creatures. They’d invaded not a year ago, hell the damage wasn’t all repaired. You’d been terrified just like everypony else...until you connected the dots.
A changeling could turn into anyone at a whim.
And then you’d researched them madly. You checked out every book, looked through every scientific journal and hunted through backlogs of newspapers
You were dismayed to find out that changelings were hiveminded creatures, and that they seldom did much at all without orders from their queen. They could not be propositioned or bargained with unless it was a part of some greater plan by their queen, or at the very least the hive at large.

You were crushed, you were far from important enough to gain the sway of the hive. According to reports they mostly latched onto land owners, the kind of ponies who owned apartments or farms, who could facilitate the feeding on of more ponies later down the line. Your chances of meeting one without being connected to a pony of great note were negligent, and meeting one at random was more than you could hope for.
You could remember trudging out of the library, defeated, the dreams of the princess would plague you forever and there would be no fulfilling them. On the way down the steps you lamented this...until a stallion saddled up beside you.
“I hear you’re looking for a changeling for...special purposes?” he asked in hushed tones. Your ears had perked up, and you’d listened.

Now you found yourself here, closing in on the address he had given you.
Apparently there was a rumor going around all of Equestria in hushed tones and back alleys, brothels and Tack-Up clubs. A changeling had left the hive. She had broken free from the thrall of her queen to make her own way in the world, and what better profession was there for a being that fed on love?

The brothel was purple.
What a fitting color, the color of the mare who had been the subject of your dreams for weeks, but this was a deeper shade. This was a deep, rich purple, the color of royalty, the color of indulgence, the color of lust.
The door seemed to be in front of you all at once. It was a deep, expensive wood, the kind that it almost felt wrong to knock on. Luckily there was a bell. You rang it, and waited, the sound hung in the air for a few moments afterwards, you could feel your cheeks heating up as it drew stares from the townsponies.
You stood there on the step for what seemed like an eternity before a little slat opened in the top of the door and a pair of large green eyes looked down at you. “Would You like to dance?” a deep voice rang out.
“Only the finest waltz,” you completed. The words burned in your mind from the stranger's story.
The voice chuckled and the slat closed, leaving you out in the open once again. For a moment you were afraid you’d messed it up. Just as you began to give up hope, the door opened, gliding smoothly without a creak or groan, and you were ushered inside.
The carpet under your hooves was soft. The entryway was unremarkable, it reminded you more of a regular inn than a brothel. The stallion with the green eyes walked behind the counter to regard you with an unreadable expression.
“You wish to waltz?” he asked. He had an accent of some kind, but you couldn’t quite place it.
You nodded in reply. “Yes...Yes I would, I have money, i-”
He shook his head. “She takes no money. Her payment is your love. I am simply here to make sure that you are who you say you are.”
You blink. “Me? Of course I’m who I say I am. I’m the one coming to see a changeling, not the other way around.”
He nodded. “Very true, but there are concerns. Perhaps some agent of the hive sent to take her back, or some business pony come to take her for his own gains. I make sure this does not happen.”

You looked him over, he was an earthpony, but massively built. You’d met a stallion named Big Mac briefly at the coronation, but this pony could probably beat him in a hoof wrestling contest, then flip him over his shoulder. You had no trouble believing he could handle most threats that might come to the brothel.
“How do you tell?” you ask, curious.
He simply raised a powerful hoof and pointed to his eyes. “These. These see the truth. It is a talent.” He shrugged. “Now, do you want to ask further, or do you want to waltz?”
You paused, he had a point. You suddenly felt butterflies in your stomach as you looked around the room. There was a hall leading to a simple door, among the purples and deep, dark shades of black. It was the only thing that was red, devilish, dangerous red.
He chuckled again. “Yes, through there. She will be waiting for you. Tell her what it is you want, and then she shall fulfill your every wish. It is truly the most exquisite of waltzes.” He gave you a knowing grin, then gestured dramatically to the door. “So, what is it you are waiting for? Go.”

The butterflies in your stomach got worse as that hallway seemed to stretch on forever. You were here, after all you’re hoping and dreaming. You were about to see the creature that could make those hopes and dreams a reality, if only for a night. It seemed almost too much to bear.
Still, you hadn’t come all the way here only to turn away at the door, you put one hoof in front of the other and made your way towards the heavy wood door.
“Have fun,” the stallion at the counter teased behind you as you made your way deeper. You didn’t respond.
You were far too focused on that door. It seemed to come up all too quickly and you found yourself, hoof raised to knock.
The door opened.

“Enter,” came a sweet, deep voice. It was feminine obviously, but there was an undercurrent to it, a malleable quality, like a bunch of ponies speaking at once. Still, there was a definite main voice, it was husky, breathy...hungry.
You obeyed the request, the room was dark, you could hardly see your hoof in front of your face, but you could feel somepony else inside the room. She took a breath, deep and full, you got the feeling she was smelling you. She exhaled just as strongly; it was a slow, pleasured noise. You felt your nethers give a little twitch.
“Oh, you are a full one aren’t you?” asked the changeling in the dark.
You found your voice, stumbling a bit. “Full?..” was the only thing you could think to say.
The lights flicked on.
She was sitting there on the couch in a position that much reminded you of a panther or some other jungle cat, and quite suddenly you felt ever so slightly like a mouse. She looked quite a bit like a pony besides her eyes and legs. She had a long green mane, which was unusual for a changeling from your research, but then she could really have whatever she wanted, when she wanted. That was why you were here.

She was facing away from you, and your eyes were automatically drawn to her rear end. Though she was sitting it was hiked ever so slightly in the air. At the moment she had a bit of a runner's build, lithe and efficient, but there was still softness there. Her muscles were relaxed, then taut as she stretched languidly. You could see them shifting under her onyx black coat, like snakes immersed in noir oil. They sent that slight plot into a little jiggle as she laughed.

The couch she sat on was a deep red, with black framing, same as the rest of the room; darker along the walls and carpet, a sensual, deep ruby sheet lay over the perfectly made bed.
Near the changeling sat a basket of apples, in her prehensile tail, long and green like her mane, she held one, eyeing you over her shoulder.
The apple was the only thing blocking your view of the goods.

She chuckled again, raising for the couch, she moved like ink on paper, her dark form moving smoothly from laying to standing, as she turned her tail tossed the apple in your direction. You couldn’t help yourself, you caught it in your mouth, which earned another chuckle from her. She sauntered over to you, her hips swaying. You could see the carpet through the holes in her legs, it should have been creepy, but somehow it was alluring. She looked alien and exotic. Still, there was only one form you wanted tonight.
“Yes full,” she finally answered your question. She was a little shorter than you, as she walked forwards you suddenly found her nestling against your neck like a contented cat, and, at the edge of your hearing, you could swear she was purring. “So full of love. I can hardly restrain myself.” She gave a pleasured sigh, “Oh you will be delicious, it’s already bleeding off of you like heat from a sun. The residual alone is quite an appetizer. But I know that the full strength of your love is not for me. But for another.” She slinked around your neck until her mouth was near your ear, you could feel her tiny fangs brushing against it.
“Tell me who it is you love, and I shall take my payment.”
You shuddered. At her touch you bit right through the apple, the remains of it falling to the floor. Her tail snaked around and wrapped around it with ease, flicking it into a little basket by the door without ever taking her eyes off of yours. You could feel her breath still against your neck.

It took you a moment to get the words out. She was warm, her body felt...malleable, you could feel the power in her skin, almost a gentle thrum. It sent your skin tingling.

“P-princess...Twilight Sparkle.”
She chuckled, leaving her breath warm against your ear, she made no effort to move away as she spoke. “Oh my, the Princess? Someone’s a naughty subject. There is a certain...allure to it, don’t you think? A bit of forbidden fruit for the gentleman?”
You could feel your body tighten with need, she hadn’t even started and your felt yourself moving towards her, the one who could fulfill your wish.
“Yes...yes please.”
She kissed your ear gently before speaking again. Her lips were so soft...
“So you wish it, so it shall be.” The changeling mistress slinked away from you, her body moving across yours as smoothly as water. She stood before you in a moment, her unreadable eyes looking deeply into yours. “Now we begin.”
With that there was a sound, and a deep ‘thrum’ of magic as her skin revealed it’s power. You were blinded for a moment as, in a flash of green, the changeling’s form shifted.
Your eyes adjusted to find her there.

She was exactly the same as you remembered down to the slightest detail, that light purple coat, that adorable bang over her horn. She’d even gotten the coronation dress right. She looked so beautiful in front of you, her eyes lidded, lust pouring off her body in ways that were almost a force in and of themselves.
“Does this suit your tastes?” She purred.
You very nearly shuddered.
“Oh Celestial sisters yes...” You advanced on her, ready to tear that dress to shreds with your teeth if necessary.
She stopped you with a single hoof to to your lips.
“Down boy~” she smirked, her voice flowing like melted chocolate from the back of her throat. It was Twilight’s voice now, but the tone of unabashed lust was thick as ever. That hoof trailed down your neck to lift your chin, she examined your face much like a lioness might an antelope. “If I’m to be thoroughly paid...then this will have to last...sit back a moment...revel in me.”
She hardly pushed at all, but with a simple push against your lips you were knocked back onto your rump, staring at her. You felt warmth between your legs, looking down you saw your flared member already at full extension, achingly hard. Your cheeks burst into a fierce blush.
“Ahh, embarrassed by your own arousal.” She looked at it appraisingly, before leaning down to it, her breath washing warmly over it. “That’s cute.” She kissed the head gently. You very nearly fell over, biting your lip hard enough to taste blood.

She pulled back all too soon for your tastes. Her body still maintaining that grace as she moved, turning towards the bed. Her tail drawing itself slowly over your cheek as she did, her dress clinging to her hips in ways that made you bite your lip a little bit harder.
She put her forehooves up on the bed, the sinfully red sheets conforming around them as they sank deep into the soft mattress. Twilight, or the changeling, arched her back a little, stretching her body languidly. You could see the zipper along the back of her dress as it moved along with the curves of her back.
“Just watch for now, the unwrapping of the present makes the dance all the sweeter...”
Her horn glowed the purple hue of the princess, the zipper of her gown lighting up similarly as the sound of it slowly drawing downwards filled the air, each link of that zipper like the chest of some great treasure opening as the bounty of her smooth flesh was revealed. Your eyes held in rapt attention as she revealed herself, her back moving in gentle arcs left and right to wiggle free, as though the very act of undressing was a pleasure in and of itself.
“Ohh you are a full one...ohh delicious, delicious...” She licked her lips, for a moment you could swear you saw her fangs, but when you looked again there was nothing but Twilight’s smile.
You were speechless as her hoof slipped out of the sleeves, leaving her upper back revealed totally to you. She was right, though ponies were usually naked the mere fact she was undressing in such a way made the view seem private...intimate...sensual. Her body looked soft, the purple standing out beautifully against the sinful colors of the room, the reds seemed brighter, the blacks blacker, her body more touchably pliant. Oh how you wanted to test that, but you were glued to the spot, your arousal already leaking onto the carpet.
Those lavender hooves moved along with her magic to push the dress down along the small of her back. getting ever closer to the generous curve of her rump as she eyed you over her shoulder,lashes fluttering lightly as she sized you up.
“Ready for the best part?”
You nodded harder than you’ve ever nodded in your life.
She smirked at you over her shoulder, and with a gentle sway of her hips she worked the garment down over the soft mounds of her rear, you could see a slight muffin top form at the top of the fabric as the skin under it was compressed, pressing upwards to escape its confines.
You stared in rapt attention as more and more of it was revealed; her cutie-mark, a star surrounded in stars, coming to reveal itself to the open air, now exposed. Her cheeks were blushing slightly from the heat in the room, literal or figurative you didn’t know.
Without further delay, the dress fell to the floor around her hooves, leaving her in nothing but a tiara, still poised above the bed as she looked at you. She gave her rump a little shake in your direction, now that it was revealed, you drank it in. It wasn’t the largest plot in Equestria, as a matter of fact it was rather small, the princess did need to keep fit after all but there was a little bit of jiggle in those soft round globes as she gave them a shake...still, they looked smaller than you remembered.
The changeling princess paused.
“You are displeased?”

It took a moment for your brain to connect back to your mouth instead of...somewhere else. “N-no! I-I love it!” You look her up and down. “It’s just that...well...I remembered her...well her...”
“Ass,” she finished, with a little smirk, giving it a wiggle.
You nodded sheepishly. “Yes...um...her ass, being a little bigger...”
The changeling chuckled. “Well this form is taken directly from the imprint her love left on you. It is as exact as magically possible.”
Your eyes widened, worried you’d somehow insulted her. “W-well it’s still absolutely lovely! I-It’s just I-”

Her tail drifted up, that perfect arc of purple with a single streak of pink, intoxicatingly soft. It smelled of books, like a good, old second hand tome store, deliriously soft. It shut your mouth.
“But that is not a problem, because I am here to create your fantasies, reality has little bearing on your dreams.”
With little more than a flick of her tail, her rump began to fill out. It was like nothing you’d ever seen before, as though those supple mounds of flesh were being slowly filled with more wonderful softness, it went from pert and petite to noticeably round right before your eyes, stopping with a small rippling jiggle.
“Better?” She purred.

You were flabbergasted,you knew that changelings could imitate perfectly....but alter? This was a new wrinkle...she could be anything, she could make your perfect Twilight sparkle. Your mouth almost drooled at the possibilities.You dared hope, you dared to ask.
“A...a little bigger?”

She didn’t even move, then a slow smile slipped across her features.
“As you wish....” She gave another lilting laugh. “Seems you have a favorite feature.” 
Her teasing made your exposed shaft throb all the more as you watched that rear fill out even further, her cheeks swelling with warm pliant mass that just begged to be touched, and you ached throughout your very being to answer that plea, and to reach out, but you would not, not until she ordered. You were putty in her hooves, to be molded as she willed, watching her slowly become the mare of your fantasies was enough to drive you to the edge. 

The growth stopped and before you lay the most pleasingly perfect posterior you had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. It was large without being dumpy, with no traces of cellulite, just two large, round, warm spheres that made up the best part of any mare: ass.
It was larger than your waist easily, but at the same time it didn’t look cartoonishly oversized for her body, it looked perfect, and she looked perfect, perfectly, adorable, sensually pear shaped. 
The changeling Twilight Sparkle eyed you over her shoulder, that smile of hers more lecherous than ever. 
“Is this to your liking?”
You just stared. 

“You’re drooling.” She chuckled, giving her rump a slow sway, sending ripples through that perfect mass, a bit of it seeming to have to play catch up with the rest as she did. “I don’t think I’ve ever serviced a stallion with such a focus on a mare’s hind attributes.” She continued that slow, sensual shaking. “But the love coming off of you right now is…” she shuddered. “Intoxicating….” 
Your body felt like it might shatter this very moment if you could have her now. Such an intimate powerful lust built up within you that you felt soon your mind might recede into you lower nature. You really weren’t sure how long you could keep this facade of control up. But you were fairly sure that she shuddering puddle she’d reduced you too with hardly a touch was enough of a tell. 

“This is what I want...Oh this is delicious~” Her back arched and swayed sinuously with her pleasure, the supple, perfect lines of her body seeming to dance in front of your eyes. She was so sweetly sensual, so soft looking, so warm, so utterly and entirely perfectly female. You bit your lip even harder, you didn’t care about the coppery taste.

She gave a heady, deep, sigh and nodded to you. “Now...we begin.”

She turned, that ample soft curve of her rump panning away from you, you made a sound of displeasure as it fell out of your vision, though it was still obvious, even from the front of her. Her hips were now quite obvious no matter what way you looked at her, but somehow she never seemed to be out of proportion. She only smirked in reply.

“Don’t worry, my lovely dance partner,” she whispered, her voice, dripping, cascading with thick, lustful tones. “You will get to know that part of me quite well very soon.” 

Her hoof rose, pressing against your chest firmly. She wasn’t even trying and that contact was enough to get a moan from you as the flared head of your throbbing arousal gushed a small glob of pre. She pushed you backwards and down, and you went with her. Your body was hers, subject to her whims and touches, like clay under the skilled hoof of a potter, hot and soft for her molding. 

You lay down against that soft carpet as she stepped over you, your torso slotted between her forehooves as she stared down at you. Twilight's sensually smiling face looked down at your own deeply red one as your chest, exposed and vulnerable, rose and fell, practically panting. She smiled.

For a moment you could swear you saw a fang.

But then she turned. Oh sweet Celestia she turned, her nimble hooves brushing your belly lightly, but never missing their mark, knowing just where to step to keep her close, but never injure you. 

Her ass, that wonderful, full, bouncy thing, shifted, jiggling slightly into your view, all of your view. You could hardly make out her looking at you over her shoulder as she shook it slowly above you. Your eyes were locked on it like a magpie to a diamond, perfectly cut and ripe for spiriting away into the nest. Her tail lifted a bit, and you could, just slightly, make out the splash of pink between those generous cheeks, and right under the dock of her tail, her tight, slightly puffy hole. 

Her voice caressed against your ears once more. 

“I know what you love. I know what you desire. You adore softness, warmth. Your mind yearns for the softest, sweetest parts of my body, to take them into a warm embrace.” She paused, a small, pleasured laugh breaking up her words. “And thus, you shall be immersed in love...Pleasure me.”

Your world became cushioned, soft warmth.

Her ass was big enough to cover the entirety of  your face. The only part of your head that wasn’t pressed intimately between those cheeks conforming around your head was the very top, a bit of mane poking out between two cushiony hills of flesh. 

The sensation was almost too much. You very nearly came then, but you managed to hold, some small whisper of restraint still there in the haze of lust. You had come far and searched long for this dance, you were going to make sure it lasted. 

The curve of her rear enveloped you totally, the warmth of it was almost suffocating, but in the best way possible. You knew what she wanted immediately as she began to grind and move, working you deeper between her cheeks as more of your features were smothered in sensuality. The heat coming off of her was immense, her pleasure obvious as the smell of her assaulted your nose, musky and thick, but so very, very feminine, like a fine perfume. 

Your nose reached the bud of her rear hole, and you set about your task immediately. Your ears were buried, but you could hear her moaning as your tongue snaked from your mouth and began to tease at her entrance. It was time for some payback for all that you had endured. Your nimble oral appendage teased with a light touch. 

You could feel her cheeks clench in response, those mounds of soft wonderfulness tensing around your head as she pressed down even harder. She would hold with no playing, this was clear. You gave her what she wanted, your tongue delving deep into that tight, hot passage, swirling and licking, twisting and turning. Her moans grew louder to your smothered ears as her as shook around you. You could feel every contour, every jiggle and shake of it around your face as you pleasured her. The pressure around you became so great it was hard to breathe, but you couldn’t care, you pressed deeper, faster, harder, your tongue lavishing that hole in the lewdest kiss possible. 

Then you drew back. 

You felt her cheeks clench again, compressing around your face to keep you there, but you weren’t done with her yet. You could tell by the puddle collecting on your chest, smelling strongly of her arousal, that there was another part of her that needed attention.

Your tongue was there to oblige in a second. Her taste flooding your senses as her nectar dripped into your mouth, coating your muzzle and making those hot cheeks slick and slippery around you as you mesilly ate her out. Your tongue delved even deeper than it had before, lavishing her inner walls with long, slow strokes as it writhed and wormed against every sensitive nerve ending it could reach. Her body was shaking now, shuddering above you wiht need of her own as her moans grew louder and mixed in the air with your muffled sounds of pleasure. 

Then suddenly you were free. 

That magnificent ass rose off of your head and you found yourself in the open air once more. You gave a needy sound of displeasure, the air suddenly feeling unnatural, almost uncomfortable after that sensual, intimate embrace. You took a deep breath, the air smelling thickly of the both of you as you got your first view of her since your plunge.

She was panting too, her cheeks tinged slightly red for the first time since you’d met. You took that with a slight feeling of pride. Her tongue hung out slightly, small strands of saliva dripping between the top of her mouth and the bottom in an almost feral manner.

“You…” She breathed. “Are very enthusiastic...I like that…” She took a deep breath. “But the dance would be wasted if we did not take the proper steps. If you did not connect with me...truly...deeply…”

She put her hooves up on the bed, and gave her ass a little shake. “Enter me...and our payment is finished.”

You got shakily to your hooves, your arousal leaking freely, needfully as you stared at her entrances. This is what everything had come to, the climax was coming, you could feel it in the air. 

All the guards at the royal palace couldn’t have kept you away.

You took your place behind her, your hooves trailing up the slopes and curves of her legs, before giving her ass a squeeze, it compressed under your hooves dreamily, your cock giving another twitch as all the things that had been pent up for so long finally got their resolution. You roamed up her back, and braced yourself on the bed in front of her, your hooves settling on the mattress as you felt her body sinuously, slowly undulating under your own. It felt so natural, so right. You lined up your stallionhood with her wet, dripping entrance, the tip rubbing there lightly. You couldn’t tease for long though, your mind was almost totally gone in the haze of needful, desire. 

You plunged inwards, your cock sheathed inside her velvety softness. She cried out as the sensation coursed through both of you, your bodies connected, tied and twined intimately as you writhed together, moved together, you hips tensing as they pulled you back, only to pound into her again, smacking wetly into that ass you moved so much, sending it shaking like you’d smacked it with a paddle, the purple suddenly tented by red as the impact drew a blush from her skin. 

Neither of you could keep this up long. There was too much behind it now. It was a bottle shook up and set down, a catalyst set among elements, and the result was as inevitable as any. As you pounded into her, each wet smack making you both cry out. Your cock was in heaven, her innermost depths hugging you tightly, dripping around you to help your shaft’s passage. Her walls clenched and hugged at your arousal in intoxicating ways. She was perfect, absolutely perfect. 

You came. 

It was powerful, the sensation rushing up behind it filled with enough bliss to make your vision waver, and it just seemed to go on and on and on. Your shaft pulsed powerfully again and again, filling her totally and completely as strands of the excess dripped around your paired legs.

Her own climax came on the heels of yours, her Twilight voice tinged slightly by the changeling one as her concentration was tested by the waves of sensation. You didn’t care, you couldn’t care about much of anything, you were awash in that orgasim, all thoughts except pleasure dripping out of your mind like debris under a monsoon. 

You couldn’t stand it any longer, your body gave out, your vision faded, and you passed out. 

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You weren’t aware of time, or space later, you were out cold. But she’d put you in bed, the sheets were soft against your unconscious body. She was back in her regular form, her long green tail playing lightly among your legs as she snuggled next to you, her teeth nibbling gently at your neck.

“Such a dance….” She whispered lightly. “I have not had one like that in a very long time…”

Your body shuddered, responding while your mind was way. Your eyes opened, but they were glowing slightly green now.

“I am very tempted to keep you… you know… have you as a toy forever…” She kissed your neck.

“Forever….” Your mouth said. 

“Not many are aware that female changelings have such an ability...I could do it you know...I could tie up your mind in mine, like a present left on the heath, your will gone...only pleasure...only me…” She was at your ear now...her tongue lightly tracing the rim. “But that was not our deal…If you should want me again...you will have to find me...but it will be your choice...watch yourself though. my dance partner...my thrawl is strong, and if we do not meet under the proper circumstances, I may not hold back my lower instincts…” You felt her teeth nip your ear lightly. 

Your body stiffened, and your eyes faded to their normal shade, before you dripped back into blissful unconsciousness, utterly and completely satisfied.