Another Way

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Curse this stupid ice, curse this stupid road, and curse this stupid shortcut! Trixie couldn't take any more of it, which was unfortunate because there was nobody else on this lonely and cold dirt track to help her, and the ground was too rough and uneven for her to set up her traveling cart for a rest. The sun would be going down soon, and it would be getting even colder, but the prospects of the road ahead didn't look any better at all. Curse this wretched road!

So she plodded on, and on. Her feet ached terribly, despite being accustomed to travel and despite her good walking half-boots. Slipping and scraping on the frost-slick stones and bumps had really done a number on them. She was going to need a pedicure when she arrived at Baltimare, first thing.

This shortcut from Hoofington to Baltimare had turned out to be a terrible idea. Unfortunately, she had nobody but herself to blame. That old crone she'd met on the road had even warned her away from it.

When would she learn to listen?

She wasn't even saving any time, not really. This way was shorter, but she hadn't expected the road to be this bad. It would probably end up taking even longer to get to Baltimare this way. Silly Trixie, thinking she could save effort on dragging the stupid cart this way. I really should get a pony or something to haul it for me, and to hell with the laws against equine labor abuse.

Crusty ice crumbled under her boots, and she skidded sideways a little, only barely managing to catch herself on the mounds of snow on the side of the path before her cart started skidding too. Whew, close. The old snow creaked and crunched under the cart's wheels. Oh no. No no no no!

The path wasn't level. It canted far too much to the left at this point. Trixie glanced downward – it was an unbroken snowy slope, stretching beyond her sight into the wintry mists in the ravine below.

Another creak came from the cart. Distasteful as it was, she knew what she needed to do to save herself. She flicked the safety release on the cart's harness with a burst of magic from her fingertips, separating herself.

And she slid downward, skidding down the ice and snow. She hadn't been holding the cart up, the cart had been holding her up!

She flailed, desperate to stop her slide, but nothing was working. If only she'd learned that self-levitation spell! Digging her heels in didn't help – the snow was too soft, too slippery, and it gave way underneath her. The cold, wet snow pressed in under her skirt. As she slipped into the mists below, she could only hope to slow her fall enough to survive.

The cold cloud enveloped her, and now she was blind, hurling down the mountainside without being able to see more than a few feet ahead. She cringed and clenched, preparing to meet her doom.

The slope below her disappeared. There was no warning, she was just suddenly flying instead of skidding. She'd gone off a cliff ... she'd gone off a cliff and she couldn't even breathe. She knew what was coming, but she couldn't accept it. The sudden stop at the end would come any moment now ... and then it would be her end.

But the end didn't come. She fell and fell, the cold wind rushing past her, the cloud growing darker and darker, but still she fell.

Her stomach lurched as some force pressed her sharply upward. The feeling of acceleration was terrible, squeezing her down as if it wanted to crush her into a little ball.

Then again, it was far better than what she had expected. What's going on?

Soon, the rush of wind slowed. The feeling of something pressing upward on her eased. It all died down to an eerie dark calm, and she felt her feet gently touch the ground.

What? Really, what?

She shouldn't complain. Something just saved her life, after all, completely unexpectedly. But seriously, what?

Everything was dark around her, pitch black except for a slight green glow to her left. Maybe she was dead after all. Well, everybody always said to 'walk toward the light'. Why not give it a shot?

After blindly fumbling her way through a rock tunnel, she found the source of the light, a small green crystal. There was another one in the passage up ahead, almost as if they were marking the way. She followed, but with a growing sense of unease. This was starting to feel a little ... well, changelings used to be just fairy tales told to scare disobedient children. That had all changed after the royal wedding. Now everybody was on the lookout for them.

That she had been saved from a messy death in this hole was good. That it was starting to look like a changeling hole was less good.

She took a deep breath. There was only one thing to do, after all. And maybe this place was abandoned, or maybe she could sneak through to another entrance. Not likely, but possible ... worth a try.

* * *

“My Queen! My Queen!”

Chrysalis waved off the drone rushing toward her. “I know, I felt the spell myself. I'm on my way.” She didn't slacken her stride. This isn't just another false alarm this time, not just another drone who forgot his token crystal – none of them are outside right now. It might just be that this was her lucky day, the day she'd been waiting for. Had the pit trap they'd so carefully prepared finally caught one of the Ponykin for her?

She hurried along cramped dark passages in the labyrinth of tunnels until she came to the one she needed: the defensive corridor that ran right along the main entrance. It had been carved out specifically to aid in the defense against any intruders, following along the entrance tunnel and meeting it over and over again through tiny holes too small for a person to get through, but big enough to shoot magic through. If need be, this tunnel could be used to make the entrance a deathtrap.

But it was also excellent for spying.

Once she came to about the right spot, Chrysalis picked a hole and peered through it. This one offered an excellent view of a curve in the corridor, lit by several glow crystals. It was the perfect spot, and the intruder would be passing by here very soon, if the timing was right.

It took longer than Chrysalis expected for her guest to arrive. It was a Ponykin woman, a little short but well-built. She wore a heavy winter coat and tall, warm socks under a blue skirt that was surely far too short for the winter season above ground. The coat's zipper was open halfway down, and a generous triangle of cleavage showed through it.

Chrysalis licked her lips. Oh yes, she will do. She will do quite nicely.

The Ponykin woman stopped for a moment, looking at the cluster of glow crystals. She bent over, looking at them closer. She wasn't quite facing the right direction – if she had been, Chrysalis would have gotten a lovely view as the hem of the woman's coat pulled the back of her skirt up. From the viewpoint Chrysalis did have, though, she could see it ride up the girl's sumptuous legs until it just barely went high enough to show a bit of the girl's cutie mark.

Yes, she's definitely Ponykin if she has a mark... I'm going to enjoy this. Chrysalis felt a twinge under her own silky skirt. Oh, I'm going to enjoy this so very much. She is surely the one. That explained the shortness of the skirt, at least. The Ponykin always did enjoy showing off their marks, no matter what the cost to modesty.

Chrysalis set a leisurely pace back down the entry defense tunnel. Her quarry wasn't about to go darting ahead; she looked very much lost and confused. It would be easy enough to get to the junction of the two tunnels first and welcome her new very special guest.

The intruder must have hurried up a little, because Chrysalis only barely made it to the junction before her. Chrysalis did, however, have just barely enough time to pose herself, leaning against the tunnel wall near one of the light crystals provocatively, as if she'd been waiting there for hours for just the right person to come and make her theirs.

She froze in place the moment she saw Chrysalis, eyes going wide and her mouth flopping open. The intruder took a couple steps back, but then stopped.

She has nowhere to run, and she knows it. Chrysalis smiled at her, trying hard not to look too predatory.

“G-get back!” the Ponykin woman shouted, holding her hands out in front of her. It made her breasts press together quite nicely. “I'm... Trixie is a potent mage, and I'll defend myself! You changelings are always trying to kidnap Ponykin and replace them. Well you're not getting the Great and Powerful Trixie without a fight!”

Chrysalis didn't move from her place leaning against the tunnel wall. “Relax. The war is over.”

The woman did not relax. She kept her softly glowing hands up defensively, and she began to slowly back away.

“Trying to take over Equestria is too costly. I'm through with it.” Chrysalis' words stopped the woman's backward progress, but they didn't lower her guard. “My my, you are quite the skittish one, aren't you? I would expect more courage from such a 'great and powerful' mage.”

That earned her a vicious scowl.

“But you should not be afraid. You won't be kidnapped.” Chrysalis stretched luxuriantly, showing off her lithe figure to best advantage, hoping to catch the Ponykin's eye. “In fact, you are free to go at any time.”

Finally, Trixie relaxed a little.

“However, it takes quite a lot of magic to power the lift back to the surface, and we won't be able to send anyone up for at least three more days.”

With that little white lie, suspicion flooded back into Trixie's expression. She didn't seem quite as alarmed anymore, though, no longer ready to burst into an arcane fight at any moment.

Chrysalis was certain she could take this 'great and powerful' Trixie on, if need be. She could feel the woman's magical energies and sense that they were no match for her own. But that wasn't the plan, was it? She had a much different plan for how to conquer this Ponykin. “But perhaps your coming here was fortuitous.”

Trixie glared at her. “Fortuitous how, and who are you, anyway? You don't seem like a regular changeling.”

It's changeling nature to conceal oneself behind a mask, so Chrysalis had no problem hiding the twinge of jealous fury at not being recognized as Queen of the Changelings. “My name is Chrysalis, and I am the Queen.” She rose from the wall and took a step toward Trixie. “And your visit is fortuitous because I happen to be looking for a Ponykin woman like you. I want to create a peace accord with Equestria, and the path to smoothing out relations starts with a halfling brood.”

“But why would you need...” Trixie's eyes went wide again as she figured out the answer for herself. “You want me to be the brood's mother!”

“It is a wonderful opportunity.”

“It's disgusting!” Trixie shuddered, wiping away imaginary goo from herself with her hands. “You want me to... You think Trixie would stoop to having relations with a changeling and carrying a brood of little monsters inside her?”

Chrysalis shrugged. “Very well. I will respect your decision.” No I won't, my foxy little Ponykin. I will make you mine in three day's time. My little broodmare.

* * *

“Very well. I will respect your decision.”

Trixie stared at the changeling queen. The hell you will, Bug Queen. I can see it in your eyes that you haven't given up on it yet. Well, you're not getting me! She nodded, but kept a skeptical eye on the black-clad woman. “Good. Trixie will not be anyone's broodmother.”

“Please, follow me.” Queen Chrysalis turned and led the way down the tunnel, further into its dark recesses. “I am afraid that accommodations here are rudimentary at best...”

Trixie gave a little sigh. Still, it would probably be better than a freezing-cold cart on the side of the empty road.

Chrysalis turned her head back and gave Trixie an all-to-sly grin. “But you can stay in my suite, which is much better appointed. I'm sure you'll find it much more comfortable.”

“Ugh, fine.” Shaking her head, Trixie continued to follow the bug-woman. The Queen was up to no good, that was perfectly clear. As she followed her through the winding corridors, though, she couldn't help but look.

The Queen's clothing had an odd, moth-eaten look, even though it was clearly of the very best cut and fabric. Both her form-fitting top and her pencil skirt were made of shimmering black silk. Trixie's eyes couldn't keep away from the provocatively cut holes here and there in the fabric showing the smooth pale skin below. The way the skirt clung to Chrysalis' legs left little to the imagination – the high-riding lines of the Queen's thong panties were easy to see through the thin fabric, little more than a Y of thin straps.

Trixie forced herself to look away, to pay attention to the turns they were taking in case she had to find her own way back. But it didn't work very well. Within moments, she was staring at the long, round cheeks of the Queen's ass and the mesmerizing way they moved as they walked on. There was a hole in the skirt just above there, right at the small of Chrysalis' back, and sometimes when her legs moved the right way, Trixie could see a hint of—

“Here.” Chrysalis stopped and turned to face her. “This is the door to my personal suite.” She waved her hand at the latch, her fingers glowing, and a lock snicked open.

Showing off, Trixie scoffed internally. As if I couldn't do better magic than that myself. She stole a glance at Chrysalis again. A hole in her shirt just over her left breast caught Trixie's eye, and she forced herself to look away. Showing off in more ways than one. I'd better be careful... I know I've had a weakness for powerful women in the past.

“Will you come inside?”

That wording... Trixie snapped herself back to alertness. Focus! She couldn't afford to get lost in thought if she was going to avoid being taken advantage of by this bug queen. “Of course.” She stepped in, as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't just been staring at... Nope, not going to think about it!

Inside, the atmosphere changed completely. She was no longer in a dank cavern full of mysterious smells and dimly lit by occasional crystals. This was luxury. The rough rock walls were replaced by stone chiseled into pleasing curves and polished to a high shine. An enormous chandelier of the glowing crystals hung in the middle of the room, lighting it almost bright enough to make Trixie's eyes hurt – almost, but not quite. A few ornate wooden doors led off into other parts of the suite, and a few dressers and wardrobes lined the walls, along with a couple shelves of books, but most of this room was dominated by a gigantic circular bed in the center of the room. To Trixie's tired eyes, that bed looked like a soft, pillowy paradise. This was the kind of luxurious setting Trixie had always known she was born to have.

The Queen came up behind her, laying a hand across her shoulders.

Too bad this luxury belonged to somebody else. She shuddered at the feeling of the Queen touching her like that, but she didn't dare offend her by pulling away.

“It is getting late in the world above, and you must be tired from your journey and the stress of the fall.”

That much was true, but Trixie stayed on her guard. This woman was not to be trusted.

Chrysalis nudged her forward toward the lovely bed. “Please, make yourself comfortable and get some rest.”

I see where this is going... “And where will you sleep?” Trixie asked her pointedly.

The Queen's eyes glanced significantly toward the same bed.

“Oh no you don't! No way will Trixie sleep in the same bed as you!”

“Oh come now, whatever made you think of that?” Chrysalis gave a smile that would have looked innocent on anyone else's face. Her lush, purple lips curled into a faux pout. “You have quite the imagination, Miss Trixie.” The Queen's voice dropped down into a husky whisper. “I like that in a girl.”

Trixie stared her down. She knows damn well where I got that idea.

“But don't concern your pretty little head.” Chrysalis snaked her body sideways and cocked her hand onto her hip. With the other hand she pointed to a divan against the back wall. “I will sleep there, safely on the other side of the room.”

Still not far enough for comfort, as if anywhere in this hole could be. “I don't know...” Trixie eyed her dubiously. “Is there anywhere else I could stay?”

Shrugging and shaking her head mournfully, Chrysalis sighed. “I'm afraid not. There's the main hive, of course, where the drones sleep. You would find plenty of beds there. But... All of my drones are male, and it has been ever so long since they've had access to a real female who isn't just another drone in disguise.” She licked her lips slowly. “I am not certain I could guarantee your safety if you chose to sleep there.”

What was that lip-licking about? That sicko of a woman is enjoying the thought of me being gang-raped in my sleep by a pack of lust-crazed drones, isn't she? Trixie shuddered. Of course, she might still be telling the truth... It's not worth the risk. Her, at least, I can probably trust. If she wanted to take me by force, she could have already done it. “Sleeping here will be fine.” Then again, if she wants to take me by force later, after toying with me a little, could I really stop her anyway?

“Excellent!” Chrysalis laid herself out on the divan, and it probably wasn't an accident that she struck a particularly alluring pose.

Trixie shook her head and forced herself to look away. That is NOT on the menu, Trixie! Get your head together! It felt weird to be lying down in bed with her traveling coat still on, but there was no way she was going to undress in the slightest with the Queen watching her. So, she only took off her worn traveling boots before flopping herself down onto the bed.

She set herself down sideways to Chrysalis' line of sight. She didn't want to leave her head so easily exposed, but lying with her feet facing the Queen would be too likely to give the woman a view up her skirt. The last thing she wanted was for Chrysalis to comment on her panties – one of the pairs she'd 'borrowed' from Twilight Sparkle after their steamy reconciliation, they were emblazoned with Twilight's cutie mark right across the crotch. Not something she wanted Queen Chrysalis looking at, definitely not. She covered herself with a blanket despite the warmth of the cave, to prevent Chrysalis from getting an eyeful tonight.

Her head filled with conflicting thoughts about how nice it was to have a little bit of Twilight Sparkle so closely intimate and how horrible it was to have Queen Chrysalis nearly so close, Trixie reluctantly faded off to a fitful sleep.

* * *

Queen Chrysalis smirked to herself as she heard the Ponykin woman begin to snore softly. So, she's comfortable enough to sleep in my presence. Things are going along swimmingly. She stroked a long, green fingernail against her lips. Of course, I could just take her right now, in her sleep. The thought held more than a little appeal. It wouldn't be the first time I took someone against their will, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Delightful little thoughts of her time dominating Shining Armor danced in her head. That boy's virgin ass had been so deliciously tight. But no... No, she had more important concerns here.

Taking her while she sleeps may well produce my brood of halflings, but it wouldn’t do anything to promote peace between our peoples. She must do it willingly, must serve as my ambassador to the Ponykin, or recreating the halfling race would only bring more chaos and war.

It was a sad truth, but this would have to be done the hard way, not the fun way ... the long way, not the short way. She settled in, watching her prey sleep and planning just how she would take that Ponykin girl when the time came...

Sleep took Chrysalis stealthily, before she even realized she was nodding off. Somehow, it was so much more peaceful when she wasn't sleeping alone.

* * *

Trixie rubbed her face against the plush pillow and snuggled a little deeper into the wonderful silky-soft bed. It was so lovely ... and yet, she had a vague memory of some bad dream last night. She suppressed it as well as she could, not wanting a memory of a bad dream to keep her from enjoying this nice bed. She could just sleep in it all day.

But the bed... It wasn't her bed. Had she shacked up with someone last night? It wouldn't be the first time she used a little romp as an excuse for a sleep in a proper bed. But... Then why was she still wearing her coat? She wasn't wearing her pajamas, nor was she naked save for her panties, which is how she'd be more likely to sleep if she had shared somebody's bed...

That dream ... oh crap.

Trixie could remember it now, and she was pretty sure it wasn't a dream at all. She bolted upright in the bed, throwing the restrictive blanket away from herself. The room was just how she remembered it, polished curves of black stone, and on the other side of the room, on the divan, Queen Chrysalis stirred, roused by Trixie's sudden movement.

Chrysalis blinked as if surprised about something, but quickly hid that expression behind a mask of amiability and charm. “Ah, did you sleep well?”

“You!” Trixie leapt out of bed, almost tripping on the soft coverlets, and scrambled to her feet. How did I ever sleep with that monster in the room? “Get away from me!”

The Queen did not get away from her. Instead, she sauntered over close and took Trixie's hand into hers, stroking it softly, reassuringly. “Calm down, please. You have nothing to fear from me.”

Trixie's mind was still a little foggy from sleep, but she did slowly come to realize that was true. If she was going to do something horrible, she would have done it while I was sleeping.

“Have you given any more thought to our arrangement?”

“No!” Trixie tried halfheartedly to pull her hand back, but Chrysalis held it tight. “There is no way Trixie will carry some monster brood! No way I'm going to go to bed with you and have you ravage me. No way I'm letting you touch my body and put your...” She caught herself.

Chrysalis' stroking of her hand had slowly changed from soothing to sensual. Trixie looked down and noticed her own nipples showing even through her top and coat. I should really start wearing a bra ... but they're just so uncomfortable.

She shook herself and yanked her hand away from Chrysalis. “No!”

Queen Chrysalis just smiled and raised the fingernail she had been stroking Trixie's palm with. She licked it with a long, pointed tongue, then slid it in between her lips and made a deliberate show of sucking it.

Trixie backed away a little, but she couldn't take her eyes off it. It's just that I'm scared of her, and rightly so. That's the reason I don't want to look away, she told herself.

“Very well. May I interest you instead in a tour of the caverns?”

Now that was a change of pace, and a difficult decision. It seemed safer to just wait right where she was for the three days until she could get out. But curiosity warred with that caution, a stupid and self-destructive curiosity, she was sure. Then again, am I any safer here, with that bug lady trying to seduce me? There was another curiosity inside her, and that unmentionable one was much more dangerous. At least getting a tour will give something to distract me from ... her.

“We could begin the tour with my royal dining room, and with breakfast...”

That settled it. Trixie's stomach gave her a gurgle of protest – she hadn't eaten yet last night when she fell, and breakfast was sounding very, very good. “Alright.” She nodded. “Trixie will go with you for this 'tour' ... as long as you don't try anything.”

Chrysalis placed her fingertips above her breasts and flashed a coy smile. “Oh don't worry, my dear Ponykin. You can trust me completely.”

Trixie shook her head as Chrysalis turned away. That woman's up to something, and I'm not going to like it. A little voice inside her said, Maybe you will like it. She shut that voice down ruthlessly. No, I am not going there, not even going to think about it. Forcing all the voices in her head to shut up, she followed Chrysalis' swinging hips through the door on the left side of the room.

This room's chandelier of glowing crystals was even more elaborate, but it was empty except for an enormous black stone table that dominated the entire room and the high-backed chairs that ringed around it.

“Please, have a seat,” Chrysalis said, pulling one out for her.

Eying the changeling warily, Trixie sat. She noted the definite lack of any padding on the stone chair, but it would be comfortable enough for now. She also noted how Chrysalis' eyes wandered downward in the direction of her cleavage, so she zipped her coat up tighter, despite how warm it was.

“Five Fifty-seven!” Chrysalis shouted into the empty room. “Five Fifty-nine!”

Two changeling drones rushed in through a small side door, making it inside before Chrysalis had even finished shouting. “How may I serve you, my Queen?” they said in unison.

Trixie couldn't help but stare, and she felt her cheeks heating. The two drones were naked, completely nude, and they made no effort to hide any part of themselves. Their clean-shaved parts dangled freely in front of them, completely ignored by everyone except for Trixie, who couldn't look away even though she knew she should, for a dozen different reasons.

“Prepare a first-rate pancake breakfast for me and my guest,” Chrysalis told them. “Fresh fruit, whipped cream, everything. As quickly as possible.”

The two nodded and darted away without another word. Trixie couldn't help but to steal a glance at their pale backsides as they scurried back through the door they'd come from. When she looked back at Chrysalis, she winced. The Queen had been watching her, and had no doubt noticed where her eyes had been straying.

Chrysalis met her eyes and grinned.

“I... I'm just not accustomed to seeing—”

“The male genitals when they're not aroused?”

Trixie scowled at her a little for the interruption. “I'm not used to seeing nudity so casually. Do your drones always go around naked?”

Chrysalis smiled and slid into the chair next to Trixie's – of course she picked that one, out of all the chairs here. “Clothes are a disguise, and disguises are not needed for simple drones here in the hive cluster.” She leaned in uncomfortably close to Trixie's ear. “If you'd rather... If it's what you'd prefer to see... I could make them fully erect with just one word.”

“No,” Trixie said, much too loudly. “No, I do not want to see that.”

Chrysalis grinned as if she could see right through Trixie, as if she could see exactly how her extra volume was a poor replacement for her lack of sincerity.

What word would that be, specifically? Trixie couldn't help but wonder. No, that is not enough reason to ask her to do it. Even though I know she would. She couldn't afford to satisfy that little bit of curiosity because she knew there were ulterior motives behind it, motives she couldn’t afford to indulge in her current situation.

“What would you like to see?” the Queen asked.

Trixie glanced down at Chrysalis' body, then caught herself, but not in time. Her host's grin grew even wider, clearly playing with the implications of how that glance answered her question. Steeling herself, Trixie forced her eyes to stay locked on the wall across the room. “Trixie would like to see the way out of these caves and to see her cart again.”

“Unfortunately, that won't be possible until our magic reserves are built up enough again.”

Trixie glanced at her, a little spark of suspicion flickering.

“You're quite lucky, actually.” Chrysalis must have caught that suspicion. She was truly a master manipulator at work. “It takes eleven days to charge up enough magic to send a lift to the surface. You're fortunate to only have to wait three.”

Trixie nodded. Can I really believe her? She might as well believe – she couldn't call Chrysalis out on it. If Chrysalis was telling the truth, it would just unnecessarily antagonize her, and if she was lying, there was no way Trixie could prove it and no guarantee that her situation would change for the better. Best to play along in hopes that she actually could leave in three days.

The two drones returned through the small door, each carrying a glossy black plate stacked high with pancakes and adorned with whipped cream and all kinds of fresh fruit and berries.

How did they manage it so quickly? Trixie wondered.

They set their plates in front of the two women, bowing deeply as they backed away, all without a word.

“Drones,” Chrysalis said.

The two stopped in their tracks and rose to attention. Trixie did not glance at how their dangling cocks wiggled when they did, definitely not.

Chrysalis grinned leeringly at Trixie as she spoke to them, “I think I would like extra cream on my pancakes. The special cream.”

Trixie stared openly now as both of them immediately popped full erections and rushed to either side of the Queen.

“Would you like some as well?” Chrysalis asked Trixie.

Trixie leaned back away from them, but she didn't look away. She shook her head. “N-no.”

“Suit yourself.” Pushing her chair back and out of the way, Chrysalis dropped down to her knees, took a drone's cock in either hand, and pulled them close to her. Meeting Trixie's eyes as she did it, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the side of the closer one's shaft.

The Queen winked at Trixie, moved around a little to the side, and took her drone into her mouth, all the way in. Her tongue snaked out between her lips and his base, slithering over his smallish balls.

Trixie could only watch, her mouth gaping – definitely gaping from astonishment, not some subconscious desire to have a certain something in it – as the Queen fellated her drones, switching back and forth from one to the other, always twisting her hand over one while she shoved the other into her throat.

Both drones began to grunt and moan, and whenever Chrysalis didn't have one of their cocks in her mouth, she grinned slyly.

Trixie gulped, not able to believe what she was seeing.

Of course the inevitable happened, and it hadn't taken particularly long, either. Chrysalis was skilled, very skilled at what she was doing. First one drone, then the other gasped and shot gooey white streams, which Chrysalis expertly aimed at her own pancakes. The drones twitched madly as she milked them for every last drop, managing to pull a prodigious load from each one.

When the two drones had spent themselves and stood wheezing and trembling, Chrysalis calmly rose, pulled her chair back into place, and sat back down next to Trixie. The stack of pancakes in front of Chrysalis was now heavily drizzled with a new kind of frosting, laid across it in thick lines that slowly dripped down the sides. “You are dismissed,” she told her drones.

They were gone in an instant, leaving Chrysalis and Trixie alone, with only the spunk on Chrysalis' stack to show for themselves.

Chrysalis picked her fork off her plate, broke the thin strand of white that still connected it to the rim of the plate, and cut off a section from the top of the stack, from the part most thickly covered in her 'special cream'. She made eye contact with Trixie, then put it in her mouth, slowly closing her lips around it. A little drop of white fell at the wrong moment and landed on her chin – she swiped it up with a finger and sucked the finger clean.

Trixie could barely breathe. She just stared.

Chrysalis swallowed and smiled. “Aren't you going to eat any of your own?”

Oh, right. Trixie looked back at her own stack of pancakes. They were mercifully clean of any 'special cream', but she still couldn't help but think of the mess dripping down Chrysalis' stack. And yet, she was getting pretty hungry. There was nothing wrong with her stack, after all.

She cut off a bit and took a bite. They were delicious! The piece she'd gotten had a paper-thin slice of peach and a couple blueberries on it, as well as some whipped cream. How could she be so conflicted about this? One part of her was revolted – and undeniably aroused – by thinking of what had happened to Chrysalis' stack of pancakes. The other part of her just wanted to enjoy her own delicious stack.

The latter part won out; she was famished, after all.

And so, their breakfast continued without further incident, both of them enjoying their respective treats in their own way.

When Trixie finished her stack, she found Chrysalis staring at her lasciviously. Oh Goddess, she's imagining me eating pancakes with 'special cream', isn't she? Trixie shuddered, and she ignored the damp feeling in her Twilight Sparkle panties.

Trixie forced herself to stay calm. The Queen hadn't done anything to her ... and she was free to imagine whatever she wanted, right? “So...” She looked around the bare dining room.

“How about we take you on a tour of the caverns?” Chrysalis smiled. “It's the most beautiful part of our hive cluster – you definitely do not want to miss it.”

With a small nod, Trixie agreed to it. She rose and followed Chrysalis out through one of the dining room's doors, not the one they'd come in through. This one led out into the same main corridor that led to Chrysalis' bedroom. Trixie could recognize it by the patterns of dips and holes in the wall.

Chrysalis' pace was slow and easy, leading further down the hall, then a turn to the right, which angled steeply downward, down a flight of stairs.

Those stairs were horrifying; the steep and narrow steps went on and on, down and down in one unbroken flight beyond what Trixie could see in the darkness. At least she was wearing her trusty traveling boots. If she'd been in her stage heels on these stairs, she would be fearing for her life the whole way.

As it was, she only feared for her life for parts of the way. The other parts were consumed in making sure that Chrysalis' frequent glances back up 'to check on her' didn't give the Queen too good a view up Trixie's skirt.

When they reached the end of the stairs and stepped out into an echoing chamber, though, Trixie's breath was taken away. The dim, twinkling lights of natural glow crystals stretched off seemingly infinitely, glinting off of crystals and age-polished stone. She couldn't even tell how big this cavern was – she couldn't see the edges of it – but she could feel the immensity of it, just from the feeling of the air around her, the way the sounds they made faded off into the distance rather than bouncing back at them.

“Magnificent, isn't it?” Chrysalis nudged her with an elbow.

Trixie didn't reply; she just stared and stared. To think something this enormous, this incredible, could have been hidden deep underground, never seen by anybody except the changelings.

“When we found this cavern, I knew I couldn't spoil the natural beauty of it by building our hive here.” Chrysalis stared alongside her for a long moment again. “That's why this lower level is forbidden to the drones. It should be appreciated and preserved.”

Glancing at Chrysalis, then back to the cave, Trixie began to come back to herself. Why is she showing me this? Just to impress me with its splendor? No, I bet she expects me to be impressed with her restraint and appreciation for the natural beauty. It would be just like a changeling to preserve this just for the sake of impressing upon her victim how high-minded she was.

Chrysalis held out a pale, slender hand. “Shall we walk?”

Trixie nodded, but she didn't take the Queen's hand.

Seeming to accept this with aplomb, Chrysalis lowered her hand and led on, deeper into the enormous cavern. “Do watch your step, dearest. The natural cave floor is not as smooth and safe as the tunnels above.”

Bristling at Chrysalis calling her 'dearest', Trixie snorted. I'm a traveling girl. I can handle a little uncertain footing.

The question was, how was Chrysalis managing it in those heels? The jagged stiletto points of them dug into the craggy floor and often made Chrysalis' hips swing wide as she caught her balance, but the Queen still made good time. It was all Trixie could do to keep up with her ... and not stare too much at those hips and the curves of the Queen's finely toned ass under her tight, clinging skirt.

At last, they came to a gentle downward slope strewn with glittering boulders, and Chrysalis led them carefully down, always picking out the gentlest, smoothest way when possible.

Abruptly, Chrysalis stopped, holding an arm out to stop Trixie from going further.

Chrysalis' arm just happened to fall across Trixie's breasts, and Trixie quickly flung it away ... but she was grateful the Queen had stopped her: Trixie's last footstep had splashed into shallow water.

She stared ahead in awe as that splash from her foot rippled outward. What she had assumed was a drop-off and a glittering floor far below distorted into circular waves. It was the reflection of the cave ceiling, glittering like a night sky full of green stars, and the glassy surface of the water made the whole thing oscillate in surreal majesty.

An echo of Trixie's little splash came. Strangely it was a little louder than the first one had been.

Chrysalis stiffened.

A strange, gurgling roar came from deep in the darkness, somewhere out there in the vast water, and a new set of circular ripples came from a different direction.

“We must leave. Now!” Chrysalis pushed her back up the slope. “Go! Go all the way back up to the changeling tunnels! We should not have touched the water.”

The two of them hurried back, going as fast as they could over the rough, dimly lit terrain.

Trixie saw nothing, heard nothing. For all she could tell, nothing was chasing them. But she could feel something out there in the dark, some unconscious sixth sense, or maybe just her imagination, but she could feel something out there following them, watching her.

When they reached the staircase again, Chrysalis hurried up it without pausing, and Trixie followed, but she could sense how the Queen relaxed the moment they were fully inside the artificial tunnels. Her pace slackened, and her breathing steadied. They were safe again.

Trixie glanced back at the dark hole below her, the opening to the enormous cavern. For all its magnificence and beauty, she did not want to see the place again. It was a place not meant for her kind, and she was not welcome there. She willed her breathing to steady, her heart to slow. They were safe now. She could relax.

She looked up. That was a mistake. The stairway was very steep, and Chrysalis was climbing right above her. She could see straight up Chrysalis' skirt, despite how tightly it clung to her thighs, and she could see all the way up.

Chrysalis' thong was bright green and clung to her tightly enough to show every curve it was meant to hide ... especially that obscene bulge in the front.

Trixie looked away, forced herself to. Her heart was hammering away again, and she was gasping. Stop it! You know better! She would just have to finish the rest of the climb up the stairs without looking up from the steps in front of her face, no she wouldn't look at all.

In less than three steps, she looked again. Damn it! Control yourself! She tried, she really tried, but by the time they had reached the top of the steps, she was staring at nothing else.

Chrysalis had never looked back, never caught her staring, but when they stood together at the top of the narrow stairway, there was a look in the Queen's eye, a look that said she had felt Trixie's eyes on her, known about it the whole time ... it was a look of smug victory.

Trixie didn't give her the chance to indulge in it. “What else is there to see here?”

“What else indeed?” Chrysalis' grin grew wider, her gaze even more piercing. “Did you enjoy the cavern?”

“It was... It was incredible. Trixie could never have imagined something like that was down here.”

“And how was the view on the way back up?” Chrysalis winked.

“I...” Crap! You knew better. You KNEW better! Why did you look? “Trixie doesn't know what you're talking about.”

“What a shameful waste, then.” Chrysalis shook her head. “Well, there is more of the hive to see. Would you like to see the main cluster?”

Trixie nodded. Anything to change the subject and get away from this awkward situation.

“Very well, follow me.”

As Trixie followed her host down the maze of twisting black tunnels lit by green-glowing stones, she soon came to rationalize what she'd done. It was only curiosity, of course. Perfectly natural. It doesn't mean I want to do anything with her, of course not. And it won't lead to doing anything with her. I'm perfectly in control of myself, nothing to worry about.

Soon, they came to a wide, arched opening in the side of the tunnel. Raucous noise echoed from inside – shouts and laughter, yelled obscenities and lewd outcries.

“Prepare yourself,” Chrysalis said. “My drones can be somewhat disorderly when off duty.”

How, exactly, am I supposed to prepare myself? What am I supposed to do? Oh Goddess, they're all going to be naked, aren't they?

The two of them stepped forward into the archway and looked into a scene of utter debauchery.

They were not all naked. But the ones who weren't would have been more modestly dressed if they were naked. A dozen or more gorgeous Ponykin women danced on a wide stage in the middle of the circular cavern, wearing nothing more than salaciously placed leather straps, while a crowd of stark naked drones watched them, drooling all over themselves as they did. All around the rim of the circle, in and around individual huts built into the stone, drones and Ponykin women fucked each other relentlessly. Trixie even spotted a few copies of Queen Chrysalis joining in on the act ... and from what she had seen of Chrysalis so far, they were very accurate copies.

“Whaa... Who?”

Chrysalis laughed at Trixie's incoherence. “Yes, they're almost always carrying on like this.”

“But who are those women?”

“You haven't figured it out yet? I'm surprised at you – I'd thought you were smarter than that.”

It dawned on Trixie. “They're all drones, aren't they?”

“That's right. Changelings can feed off of love energy from each other if they need to. It isn't the best source of energy, nor the purest, but they can survive on it.” She laid a hand on Trixie's shoulder, and Trixie didn't think to shrug it off. “Of course they would prefer real Ponykin women, and they know they're really just mating each other pointlessly ... but it does produce love energy in small amounts. It's enough to get us by as we hide in this hole.”

Trixie stared into the entryway. She couldn't take her eyes off the sweaty and writhing bodies inside, at all the naked bits of them she would never get a glimpse of in a Ponykin city. Pressing her lips together tightly, she forced herself to turn away from it. The moans and cries of ecstasy still came from behind her, but she could tune that out ... mostly.

“You don't want a closer look inside?” Chrysalis' voice was low and suggestive – she was asking far more than what her words said.

Even with her eyes closed, Trixie couldn’t keep out the images she'd seen. Those Ponykin women dancing on stage had been the most gorgeous she'd ever seen, with or without clothes. Then again, it makes sense, I suppose. If they're going to disguise themselves, why not disguise themselves as attractively as they can? I'm sure it gets them lots of attention and lots of—

“Trixie?” The Queen's voice broke through her thoughts. “Shall we continue inside the main hive?”

Trixie walked away, picking a direction at random. “No.” No, I can't go in there. There's too much temptation, and I know exactly where that would lead.

Chrysalis hurried after her, heels clacking on the hard stone floor. “Very well, very well.” Her pace slackened when she caught up to Trixie. “Let's see the armory next then. We're already heading the right direction.” She had smoothly taken over the tour again, and soon led them to a dim side passage.

Two heavily armed and armored drones stood in front of a recessed opening. They saluted when Chrysalis approached. Their black plate armor looked intimidating enough, but it didn't exactly cover all of their vulnerable areas. But maybe that was all part of their armament. Both of them were certainly well-endowed enough to give any intruder pause.

Inside, Chrysalis showed off the rather expected racks of swords and shields and various other military toys. The Queen placed a heavy emphasis on how well-prepared their army was.

She's giving me a propaganda speech, Trixie realized. I'm not sure if it's to impress on me how much better a choice peace would be, or if it's simply to warn me against leading the Royal Guard back here, though. Maybe both? She stared at her host, but she couldn't read the changeling's expression. Her mask was too good.

The visit to the armory was mercifully brief. Trixie had little patience for that. Maybe it showed, and Chrysalis picked up on it. They certainly left a lot of it unseen when they made their quick departure.

Not far down the tunnel, they found their next stop.

“This,” Chrysalis said, “is the nursery section, where all my children are raised and taught everything they need to know to be a good changeling drone.”

They walked through a big communal living area, much like a smaller version of the main hive, but without a stage in the middle, and completely deserted. A doorway led from the far side, though, and that's where they found all the younglings.

The classroom inside was carved out in the shape of an amphitheater, with a rising half-ring of seats around a sunken stage in the middle. Young changelings from little toddlers up to lanky teenagers, all totally nude, watched intently as their instructors on the stage did their work. Every single student was stiffly – and quite obviously – aroused.

That was, of course, because of what was being taught. A male drone was pointing out various interesting parts of a nude Ponykin woman's anatomy. She was no doubt another drone in disguise, and definitely attractive enough to keep the audience's attention. None of them even noticed Trixie and Chrysalis entering the room.

As Trixie watched, the instructor drone moved on from pointing out body parts to making use of them. He slipped two of his fingers between the woman's perfectly smooth and plush pussy lips and slid them deep inside her, explaining to his students all the while exactly what he was doing with the aid of diagrams on the blackboard behind him. The woman moaned as he began moving his fingers.

“A decent technique, but it could use a little work.”

Trixie glanced over at Chrysalis, tearing her eyes away from the stage to do so.

“I taught him everything he knows, of course, but his skill is of necessity but a poor imitation of my own mastery.” Chrysalis winked at Trixie. “Perhaps someday you'll get to find out what a truly skilled lover is capable of.”

Hurriedly, Trixie looked away from her.

Chrysalis moved in closer. “I could show you, if you like. I can introduce you to an entirely new world of ecstasy. You have only to ask.”

“Trixie will not be carrying your brood, Bug Queen.”

“No strings attached.” Chrysalis moved closer still. “No pregnancy, no commitments. Only pleasure.”

It was tempting, oh so tempting, but Trixie knew where it would lead. If the Queen was as skilled as she claimed, that kind of pleasure would give her a hold over Trixie. Once Trixie was desperate for more, at any cost, then there would be strings attached, oh yes.

Trixie turned and headed back through the doorway, out of the classroom. “Trixie told you no, and I meant no!” If only I could say yes... oh I wish I could say yes.

Chrysalis led the way wordlessly after that. It would have felt cold, except somehow Trixie got the impression that the Queen had perceived her hidden thoughts about wishing to say yes. It was just something about her stride, her way of carrying herself, that spoke of victory and satisfaction, not defeat and disappointment.

How am I ever going to handle this when I'm up against a woman who's so brilliantly perceptive? One I can't read at all?

* * *

Chrysalis could feel the Ponykin woman's resolve softening ... and she could feel herself hardening in a much more literal sense. Stop that now, she told herself, it's not quite time for that yet, and we can't go scaring the girl off, now can we?

There was quite a lot more of the hive cluster to see, of course. They hadn't even gotten into the communal baths, the gymnasiums, the warehouses, the infirmary ... but this was hardly meant to be a comprehensive tour. More of the 'highlights' of the hive – all chosen for very specific reasons, for the effects they would have on Trixie. And there was just one more stop.

Trixie was almost ready to give in. All she needed was a little push, a little opportunity, and the last of her resistance would fade. This was hardly the first time Chrysalis had played this game, after all.

“Here we are,” she told the girl. They stood in front of a small, unassuming door in the hallway.

“We're close to your private bedroom again, aren't we?” Trixie asked.

Chrysalis glanced over at her, surprised at the astute observation. Most Ponykin – hell, even most drones – would have been entirely lost after wandering around the twisting and unfamiliar passages for half a day. There certainly was something special about this girl. All the better. She will make a fine ambassador for me, and a fine mother for my brood. “Yes, yes we are.” She flung the door open and shepherded Trixie inside.

The girl took one look around the small room, taking in the padded benches around the edge and the firm, supportive bed in the middle along with its overhanging mirror. “What is this place?” She glanced over at Chrysalis, her eyes narrowing.

Chrysalis looked back with saccharine innocence in her smile. “This is the breeding room.”

“But...” Trixie looked around again, her voice trailing off into a long pause. “But I saw plenty of sex going on in the main hive. Why would you need a separate room for it here? It sure doesn't look like it gets used much.”

“Well, you can hardly expect a Queen to simply walk into that bunch of rowdies, now can you?” Chrysalis strode over to the bed and sat down, patting the space beside her invitingly. “This is my private breeding room, where I invite my choice drones for mating, where every generation of my children is conceived.”

“Wait... You have sex with your own children?”

Chrysalis shrugged. “Such is the way of things. How else can it be, when I am the only one who can truly breed?” Ponykin sexual scruples were such a pain sometimes.

“Well, I guess I've seen it. What's next?”

“My dear Trixie, why the rush? Come, why not rest with me a while?” Chrysalis patted the bed next to her again.

Trixie did not take her up on the invitation. She stood there, her hands propped on the lovely curves of her hips.

“Very well.” Chrysalis sighed and rose. “Follow me.” She led Trixie through the only other door in the breeding room, the one that led to the Queen's Bath.

Once inside, she stopped next to the hot tub, already bubbling and prepared, just as she had stealthily instructed her drones to ensure. “You must be weary after all you've been through, and all the walking today. Why don't we relax for a little bit, and take a nice soak in the hot tub?”

* * *

Trixie glanced from Chrysalis to the tub. It was a huge, mostly-circular jacuzzi full of wonderfully warm-looking bubbling water. The water had a slight greenish tint to it, but Trixie resolved to imagine that was only because it was infused with herbs or something.

A soak would be wonderful, just the thing to help her recover from her ordeal and finally relax a little.

But would a dip in the hot tub with Queen Chrysalis be so relaxing?

Anyway, there was a problem. “I... I can't.” She glanced back at the tub again. “Trixie did not bring any swimsuit.”

Chrysalis smiled and reached her arms around behind herself, making her midsized, but very firm breasts press outward against her tight black top. It was very evident that the Queen wasn't wearing any kind of bra beneath it. “I didn't bring any swimsuit either.” The sound of her tight skirt unzipping in the back came from behind her.

“Oh hell no!” Trixie backed away. “Trixie is not getting naked with you anywhere, and definitely not in a hot tub!”

The zipping sound came again, Chrysalis fastening her skirt back around her waspishly thin waist. “Fine.” She shook her head. “I'm afraid I don't have any swimsuits that would fit someone with your—” she looked Trixie up and down appreciatively “—figure. But perhaps it would be acceptable if I leave the room and go change into my own swimsuit while you get in? Once you are inside, the bubbles will hide you perfectly well, and I promise I will be on my very best behavior.”

Her very best behavior, right. So that means she'll only be harassing me a little bit? Still, I think I can trust her to not outright rape me... And it would feel so good to have a soak in that lovely hot tub. Trixie looked back and forth between the Queen and the tub, her will wavering.

“Come now. It would be such a waste not to.”

Trixie took a deep breath. “Okay. I'll do it.” But was it some kind of ploy, some trick to get her to bed with Chrysalis? “But don't you dare come in here until I'm ready!”

“I wouldn't dream of it.” Chrysalis turned and walked slowly out through the other door. Trixie caught a glimpse of the Queen's bedchamber as Chrysalis slipped through it.

When the door clicked and latched, Trixie breathed again. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath.

Okay, time to get into the tub. Her clothes were old now, grungy and wrinkled. They badly needed a wash, so she would be glad to be out of them. And yet, the idea of being naked in the changeling hive made her feel just a little too vulnerable.

Come on, Trixie, she told herself, it's no big deal, and you already agreed to do it. Even if somebody does come in, it's not like there's anything I have they haven't seen before. And I can trust the Queen, I'm pretty sure of that.

Before she could think about it any more, she unzipped her jacket, all the way down. The zipper had remained at the very top of its run ever since breakfast, despite how warm the tunnels were, and that was partly to blame for how grungy her clothes now were. But, of course, she didn't want to show the changeling what was underneath.

She'd never bothered to change out of her showgirl top when she was traveling this time, mostly because it was more comfortable to her, and her heavy winter coat covered things up anyway. But the showgirl top definitely was showy. It was cut in a deep V of cleavage that ran from her collar bones to just below her navel, and it was there more to support the generous curves of her breasts than to hide them. And, of course, it was impossible to wear any kind of bra underneath it, not that she really needed one.

She smiled down at herself. Yeah, she still had it. There was a reason her magic show was still so popular despite being discredited in more than a few towns. If Trixie chose to, she could turn men's heads anytime, anywhere. Hell, most women couldn't help looking either, whether out of lust or envy, Trixie didn't care.

Unlacing her traveling boots came next, and for the first time since she'd arrived here, she bent over to do so without any worry of who might be getting a choice view from behind her when she did. There was a broad stone shelf not far from the tub, and she laid her boots there along with her coat.

It already felt a lot better to be a little freer, unburdened of her heavy coat and boots. She wiggled her toes inside her long blue stockings, appreciating the feeling.

Those came off next, each one sliding silkily down her smooth legs. That permanent hair-removal spell had been a lifesaver, that was for sure.

She unzipped the back of her ruffled skirt and let it fall down to her ankles. Before she put it and her socks on the shelf, she took a moment to admire the cutie mark emblazoned on her panties. Once again, she let her mind drift off to that magical night with Twilight Sparkle, the same night she'd 'borrowed' the little lavender panties. She'd never before or since had orgasms like that ... or enjoyed so much the act of giving somebody else an orgasm.

Trixie slipped the panties off before she could make them any wetter. With no change of clothes in her future for three days, she needed to keep things clean.

She resisted the strange urge to touch the lips of her glistening pussy, stopping herself as her fingers brushed through the tiny patch of neatly trimmed light-blue hair she allowed to stay there. Chrysalis would be coming back soon – there was no time for play, despite how much she had been worked up and left wanting recently.

Normally, she had no trouble at all finding a man, or sometimes a woman, to invite to her bed. Or find a way into their bed, as was more likely, since her own traveling cart wasn't exactly opulent. But she'd already been traveling a long, lonely road for two days when she'd fallen down that hole, and she definitely hadn't gotten any action since then – only teasing. It was enough to drive a woman to distraction.

She tugged up on the clinging showgirl top, enjoying the way it slid across her smooth belly, then hung up on her breasts. She savored the way it finally pulled over them, letting them drop free. Not only did it feel good to have them touched like that ... it felt good to know she was well-endowed enough for that to happen. It was a matter of pride, and Trixie was a sucker for a little pride. It was unwise, she knew, but she allowed herself the little dalliance of playing with her broad, inverted nipples a little, tweaking them between her fingertips. They quickly firmed up and poked out, giving her better access, begging her for more and promising her tingles of pleasure.

Sadly, she had no time for that. Not for any of it, and especially not for where that kind of play would almost certainly lead her.

Instead, she stepped over to the tub, stretched her long leg up and over the rim, and dipped her toes in. The temperature was perfect. Hot enough to relax tense muscles, but not hot enough to scald, not even when she first touched it, unused to the heat. She smiled. Oh yes, Trixie, this is going to be good.

She lowered herself in without hesitation then, but slowly, savoring the feeling of the warm, tingling water as it slipped over her legs, her thighs ... gasping slightly as the first bubbles played over the slight mound of her pussy. It was like warm, liquid silk as it slid up her belly and back, and it cupped her breasts in a warm, buoyant embrace.

The door opened the moment her nipples were fully underwater.

Trixie jumped, Instinctively darting lower in the water and covering her breasts with her hands, even though nobody would be able to see them through the bubbles.

“Oh good. I see you're ready,” Chrysalis said.

What was this? Had Chrysalis been watching her undress somehow? How else could the Queen know exactly when to enter? Trixie felt her cheeks blushing at the thought of Chrysalis watching her undress, and watching what she'd done while undressing. Goddess, what was she doing, naked here but for a thin film of bubbles in front of this changeling Queen?

Chrysalis let her lime green bath robe drop from her shoulders to the floor. “Mind if I join you?” she asked.

Trixie stared, her mouth gaping. In theory, the Queen's swimsuit could be called somewhat modest. It was a conservatively cut one-piece, all in shimmering black, except for the green stitching around the edges. In reality, though... Goddess, it was tight! It hugged her figure perfectly, leaving no curve to the imagination. It was tight enough to make Chrysalis' nipples as easy to see as if she were nude, and it made the Queen's lack of a belly button immediately apparent.

But what drew Trixie's eyes like a black hole and made her mouth gape ... that was the bulge in Chrysalis' crotch. That was no protruding pelvic bone, no extra-puffy labia. That could only be a penis ... and a big one at that, though there was no sign of any balls to go with it.

“Go ahead, look all you want.” Chrysalis winked at her. “I'd be happy to show you more, if you like.”

Trixie looked away. She was breathing heavy, and she felt hotter than she should have, even in the steaming water. She'd never seen anything like that, never even dreamed of a woman with a... No! Get a hold of yourself, Trixie! She forced herself to stop thinking about it. It didn't quite work.

Chrysalis sauntered slowly over, sat down on the rim of the tub, and swung her pale legs over into the water. She crossed her legs demurely, saving Trixie from having to look at that alarming, that mysterious, that alluring bulge. “Are you enjoying the temperature? Warmer, colder?”

Trixie pursed her lips before speaking. “It's ... perfect. Just fine.”

The Queen smiled. All over her swimsuit were small circular and oval holes, showing the smooth pale flesh below in stark contrast to the shimmering black fabric. The placement of the holes looked random, but they tended to fall in just the right places to draw the lustful eye. A few of the holes were right on Chrysalis' breasts, and though they came very close, they stopped just shy of showing any sliver of a nipple.

I've got to stop looking at her before I lose it! Trixie glanced around for any relief, but her eyes kept drawing back to those holes. There was another set of holes, a strip of them following the curve of Chrysalis' hip toward her crotch, and of course stopping just short of showing anything inappropriate. No! Stop looking! She couldn’t stop. She needed something else. I know! “Please,” she said to the Queen, “come on in and join me.”

Chrysalis nodded and slid slowly into the water. Of course she sat herself down right next to Trixie, almost close enough to be touching, but not quite. Still, Trixie felt her presence keenly. It was impossible to ignore.

Trixie expected to feel wandering hands underneath the bubbles ... but even after several minutes, no such thing happened. It gave her a modicum more respect for Chrysalis. Whatever could be said about the changeling woman's intentions, she did at least have admirable integrity and self-control.

She tried to relax in the hot water, but she couldn't, not when she knew her naked body was mere inches away from Chrysalis. After a few moments, the silence grew awkward, so Trixie broke It. “What happened that day?”

Chrysalis glanced over at her and raised a thin eyebrow. “I have lived for more than a hundred thousand days... You're going to have to be a little more specific.”

“You know what I'm talking about. The wedding.”

Looking away, Chrysalis blew a long sigh out threw her pursed lips.

Trixie leaned in a fraction closer, but not close enough to touch. “I've heard about it, everybody has. But I've only heard the official Canterlot news about it, that and rumors which are probably made up out of thin air.” When Chrysalis looked over at her, she gave the Queen a genuine smile. “Trixie would like to hear your side of the story.”

Another sigh, this one longer but gentler. “I suppose the official news reports were fairly accurate. I did take the place of Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, and I did try to wed the Captain of the Guard. I would have gotten away with it all, too, if it weren't for how incestuously attached his psychotic sister was to him. But what is will be...” She twirled her finger on the surface of the water, watching the bubbles swirl around, and she was quiet for a long moment.

“But then they used the power of their love to—”

“The power of their love?” Chrysalis chuffed a sharp laugh. “That's part of it you won't see in the news reports: I wasn't the only one with designs on Shining Armor... It is perilous for any man to find himself in the sights of the Princess of Love.”

“You mean...?”

“Shining Armor's love for her was the strongest love in all the land. How do you think that came to be?” Chrysalis gave Trixie a moment to answer, even though it seemed like she wasn't expecting her to. “Lots of Ponykin love each other, some quite deeply. But love doesn't get that strong naturally.”

She used her magic on Shining Armor!

Chrysalis must have seen her eyes widen. “Yes, I see you understand now.”

Trixie stared at her, blinking. And then the veil was lifted from my eyes... Wow. How could I have missed that the whole time?

“Can you blame me for trying to harvest a love source that unnaturally strong?” Chrysalis shook her head slowly, making her long blue hair waft through the water. “I suppose the only other part of the story you probably haven't heard is what happened after.”

She knew what happened to the Ponykin after, of course. That was on every newsstand from Saddle Arabia to Stalliongrad. The fairy-tale wedding and happy marriage that Trixie had only now learned the darker side of.

“Well, it isn't particularly complicated. Me and most of my drones were flung by that blast of love-magic all the way out to the Eastern Wastes. It was a dastardly attack – because it was love based, only changelings with our sensitivity to love would be affected. Ponykin might have felt it, but only mildly, and only for a short moment.

“Us, though, we spent months wandering around in that terrible desert. I lost quite a few good drones out there.”

Trixie was beginning to feel less and less good about her kind's triumph in that particular struggle. Still, on the other hand, if the changelings had won, what then? Would she be answering to Chrysalis as her ruler? It was bad enough just being her house guest. “And then you found this place?”

“And quite by accident, too. I lost two more drones when they fell, but the effort to rescue them resulted in us finding this cavern. It's very remote, so far underground ... thus far, you're the only Ponykin who has disturbed us.”

Trixie sat for a long while, letting the hot water bubble around her and letting that story bubble through her head. What parts of it did Chrysalis leave out? she wondered. She can't have told me the whole story, just like the official Ponykin story was missing some pretty important parts. Still, it was interesting to know a different side to it.

“And what about you, Trixie?” Chrysalis gazed at her deeply, and with an uncomfortable sense of knowing just what Trixie thought about it all.

“Well, Trixie is a showgirl.” She saw the way Chrysalis' eyebrows rose at that. “No, not that kind of showgirl! I'm a stage performer, and I have a traveling magic show that was very popular.”

“Was popular?”

“Well, it was popular until this little purple twit of a librarian came and showed Trixie up in the very worst way. Ever since the stories of that have started spreading around, I've been drawing smaller and smaller crowds.” She wouldn’t mention that the crowds were becoming more and more predominantly adult men. Wearing skimpier outfits was keeping the audiences at a healthy size, but it wasn't quite the demographic she was used to, and she felt herself sliding uncomfortably toward the very kind of showgirl Chrysalis had assumed she was when she used that word.

Chrysalis just kept looking at her, as if she knew there was more to the story.

“And, well, I decided to take revenge on that Twilight Sparkle by taking over her town and banishing her from it.”

The Queen's eyes went wide, and then she grinned. “So, perhaps we're not so different as it seems after all...”

“No!” Trixie almost jumped up, but remembered her nakedness just in time to keep her breasts underwater ... mostly. “That was all because I'd come under the influence of a magical talisman – the Alicorn Amulet. The amulet made me do it!”

“You're referring to the Alicorn Amulet that King Sombra created in order to challenge the might of the alicorns? I heard that only increases the latent evil within a person. It cannot control anyone, unless they are very weak-minded.”

Trixie felt her cheeks reddening, left at a loss. Neither alternative was very flattering.

Chrysalis rolled her eyes. “Relax. If there's anyone in the world who can understand your desire to take over and rule the Ponykin, you are in a tub with her.”

That brought an unexpected giggle out from Trixie's lips. It was the first time she'd laughed since she fell down the hole, she realized. Maybe she had more in common with the Queen than she thought. Now that was a strange idea.

All the same, though, she could feel her skin wrinkling, and breathing was becoming a little difficult. She'd been in the hot tub too long already. “Well,” she told Chrysalis, “I guess it's time for Trixie to get out.”

“Go ahead.” Chrysalis' face was completely passive, not betraying even a hint of the playful flirting that must be hidden behind it.

Trixie crossed her arms over her ample chest and glared at her.

“Oh, very well.” With an elaborately begrudging grin, Chrysalis rose. The way the water and bubbles dripped from her thin, curvy body and her so-very-tight black one-piece ... it held Trixie's eyes and wouldn't let go.

Chrysalis made a show of it, getting up with agonizing and tantalizing slowness. She was not at all shy about spreading her long, pale legs as she straddled over the tub's rim, giving Trixie a wonderful and frightening view of her well-defined thigh muscles disappearing into the bulging crotch of her swimsuit.

Trixie startled herself with the feeling of her own fingers rubbing her pussy. She didn't remember putting them there, or even wanting to. But without even thinking about it, she'd started fingering herself at the sight of Chrysalis' body. Stop, stupid Trixie! That's a NO! I can't have it!

Grinning as if she knew exactly what was going through Trixie's head, Chrysalis blew her a kiss, then turned toward the door.

Trixie couldn't help but stare, biting her lower lip a little, as Chrysalis slowly walked to the door. The perky round cheeks of her ass went mesmerizingly up and down, more accentuated than hidden by the thin-cut back of her swimsuit. One of the strategically placed holes in it gave just enough of a view for the very top bit of the cleft between them to show through, almost as if it were showing a bit of cleavage.

And then Chrysalis went through the door, and she was gone. No! Trixie scolded herself. No, I will not be disappointed that my enemy here has left! But she was. And she hated herself for it. She hated herself even more because she still hadn't managed to take her finger out of her pussy. Do I have time for a quick—? No! Get out of here and get some clothes on!

So she did. She realized upon standing up that she hadn't looked for towels before she began, but she needn't have worried. There were a couple black, but fuzzy and very soft-looking towels on the shelf across from her clothes. She dried herself, quick and businesslike. Thankfully, she hadn't gotten her hair wet, so drying would be easy, though she did still pay extra attention – as always – to the troublesome little nooks under her boobs. A little moisture tended to stay there if she didn't carefully press each one upward and dry underneath it where the rounded underside of her breasts met her body. No, she was definitely not playing with them! Of course not.

To emphasize the point to herself, she decided she was finished drying off and snapped up her showgirl top, slinking herself into it. Naturally, she had to nudge her boobs around a little more to get them adjusted right and properly cradled in the top's fabric. No, she definitely wasn't enjoying the stimulation, definitely wasn't mentally comparing hers to Chrysalis' and wondering how the other woman's tits might feel. No, of course not.

When she grabbed her panties, she did allow herself a moment of running them through her fingers and remembering the way she pulled them off of Twilight Sparkle, way back when. Maybe remembering the charms of a good Ponykin woman would help her resist Chrysalis. She slipped them on, letting out a little breath when they snugged up against her mound.

Goddess, I need to get laid! She couldn’t, though, not here. Stop thinking that unless you want a brood of belly-bursters in you!

* * *

Chrysalis waited in her bedroom, waited very patiently. Trixie was taking longer to dry off and get dressed than anticipated. So she found herself in front of her mirror, stuck in the state of undress she wanted Trixie to see. The timing had to be just right, after all.

She'd chosen a slinky black dress that would come down just low enough to hide the tip of her dangling ovipositor. She wore nothing underneath it. The dress wasn't quite on yet, though. The bottom hem hung around her knees, and the low-cut bust line crumpled down along the smooth curves of her belly.

As she waited for Trixie to come in and see her like this, she looked at herself in the mirror. Not bad for five hundred years old, even if I do say so myself. She slid her hands up her smooth, slender body and cupped her breasts. They weren't particularly large, certainly no match for Trixie's enormous rack, but they were pleasantly firm, they filled her hands nicely, and they were oh so sensitive. Tweaking her own nipples a little, she took a deep sudden breath. Something twitched between her legs inside the skirt of the dress.

But just as she began on herself, she heard the door leading from the bathroom click. It was time for her performance!

Her hands darted to the straps of the little black dress, and she waited until the door opened and Trixie walked in before she slowly pulled it up.

Trixie yelped and covered her eyes with her hands.

“Oh! I'm sorry, dear. You came in a little sooner than I expected.” She kept eye contact with Trixie, and was pleased to see the Ponykin girl peeking through her fingers. Chrysalis made a great show of reaching into the top of the dress and pulling her breasts into place perfectly. After her little play of tweaking them earlier, she knew her nipples would be showing clearly through the thin fabric.

Trixie took her hands away from her eyes without being prompted. Of course she knew when it was safe to look again without asking – she had been looking all along.

Chrysalis turned around and presented her back to Trixie. She knew the long, lean curves of her back were to die for, and she wouldn't waste an opportunity to show them off. “You're just in time, though. Could you be a dear and help me zip up my dress?”

“Can't you just use your magic?”

A lie would be in order. “Love magic is scarce in these caverns. I cannot waste it on frivolities.” She suppressed a grin as a further idea came to her. “In fact, this is one of the reasons it takes so long to recharge the elevator spell to the surface. If I could gather more love energy – say, from a Ponykin woman – I would be able to recharge it faster.”

Trixie grunted. She clearly wasn't content with either idea, but she did come over to Chrysalis and take hold of the tiny zipper, taking great care not to touch the smooth-skinned hollow of Chrysalis' back as she did so.

As the zipper rose, Chrysalis writhed herself back and forth, ostensibly to help the very-tight dress mold around her and zip up properly, but it was really another show. She knew how alluring the long, lithe muscles of her back could be when they were in motion – when the drones imitated her, she didn't balk at watching.

From the heaviness of Trixie's breathing when the zipper clicked at the top, Chrysalis knew her little show had been just as effective as she'd meant it to be.

It's time to give her a little distance, time to be a tease. Chrysalis' instincts of seduction often spoke to her, and they had never been wrong in the past. Now fully dressed, or as close to it as she meant to get today, she turned to face Trixie. The two of them were still very close together, and interestingly, Trixie didn't back away. Chrysalis smiled, then moved her face closer, as if getting ready for a kiss ... but at the last moment, just as Trixie was beginning to respond, she pulled away. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm afraid I have some important business to attend to. These drones do take so much looking after.”

Seeming to finally catch herself in the near-kiss, Trixie darted back, her beautiful chest heaving up and down within the gap between the two sides of her coat. Interestingly, the girl hadn't seen the need to zip it all the way up this time.

“Will you be content on your own here for a time? I have a modest library on those shelves there”— she pointed to the side of the room —“in case you need any entertainment.”

“I'll be fine! Trixie will be fine!” Trixie glanced at her, then looked sharply away. “Just go.”

So Chrysalis left ... and when she closed the door behind her, she broke into a wicked grin. Trixie's self-control was slipping. Now it would only be a matter of time.

She didn't have any duties to attend to, of course. Everything had been handed off to her lieutenants the moment she decided to focus her energies on seducing the Ponykin woman. Her long, quick strides took her straight to the magic practice room – one of the many rooms she hadn't shown Trixie in their tour.

Just as she had instructed, the perfectly spherical chamber was set up for powerful scrying spells, the kind that could see through hundreds of feet of solid stone. The room echoed as she carefully stepped to the circular puddle of water in the center. It took careful footwork to avoid stepping on any of the thinly-scratched lines on the sphere's surface.

The spell was already in place. One expert twitch of green-glowing fingers was all it took to activate.

Instantly, the pool of water at the bottom lit up, projecting the Queen's chosen image onto the roof above. When the spell was activated, the entire chamber would act as a single, monstrous eyeball, looking straight down through the watery lens. Everything it saw would be projected on its retina: the chamber's roof. It didn't gaze straight down into the stone, though. Its sight would follow the tendril of Chrysalis' magic wherever it led.

And it led, of course, right back to her own bedroom, quickly zooming in to focus on Trixie.

Mmm, what a view for a first try! Chrysalis licked her lips. The giant eye had caught Trixie perusing the bookshelves on the far wall of the bedroom, and with nobody else in the room, Trixie wasn't being careful of how her skirt flared upward behind her when she bent over to look at the bottom shelf.

The girl's panties were lavender, an odd choice seeing as how the rest of her wardrobe was various shades of light blue. But what interested Chrysalis was the way the small twin bulges of Trixie's pussy pressed outward between her lovely soft-looking ass cheeks, the too-small panties wrapping her mound tightly. There was a small, dark stain on them right in the middle of the lovely crevice of her pussy lips. Oh my, Trixie... Chrysalis gave a predatory grin. Have I made you wet? We'll have to do something about that.

* * *

Trixie ran her finger along the spines of the books on the shelf. On the Double, Something New, Team Bonding, Filling Him Up, Caught Between Lust and Love... She groaned. It looked like the bottom shelf was all erotica as well! Didn't Queen Chrysalis read anything else?

In the end, she grabbed one at random. After all, she didn't want to sit around here bored out of her mind, and she didn't want to go wandering the halls without a guide and protector. She caught herself. Do I really feel safer with Chrysalis around?

Not daring to answer that question, she looked down at the book she'd picked out. The Relapse. Well, it would be better than nothing. She flopped down onto Chrysalis' bed and began to read.

Her silky floor-length gown flowed over her flanks, clinging to her under her tail and leaving little to the imagination. Her face turned and looked at me, looked into me, and her mouth curled into a little smile. “Ready for bed?”

I smiled back. “Of course.” It would be nice, if predictable. Cadance was an amazing mare, but she didn't exactly show much initiative or openness to new ideas in the bedroom. I took a heavy breath, shoving my disappointment aside. She was my wife, and I was her husband. We should be happy together. She should be all I ever needed.

As she neared the bed, she spun around, looking back at me with her knowing eyes. Light shone from her horn, and the zipper along the front seam of her dress slowly descended, displaying a widening triangle of her chest as the sleeves began falling down to her hooves. When it reached the end of its travel, she winked at me and stepped out of the dress as gracefully as only a princess could.

Wow, it sure didn't mess around before getting to the 'good part', did it? Trixie shook her head a little with a bemused smile before reading on.

Her smirk only grew. With a green flash, she vanished and popped back into existence right in front of the doorway. “You think so?” She laughed, with a green shimmer running through her eyes.

“You!” I instinctively backed away, back into the room. “I knew it was you!”

She stalked toward me, moving into the darkness of the room. “Of course you did. I hardly took any effort to hide it, now did I?” She licked her lips and slammed the door shut with a back hoof, plunging the room into complete darkness except for her slightly glowing green eyes. “We both know from experience that if I really wanted to fool you, I could.”

“I'm ready for you this time, Chrysalis. You won't catch me by surprise again!”

She flashed with green light again, but seemed to stay in the same place. “But enslaving you and capturing your kingdom isn't what I want this time.”

Trixie's eyes shot open wide when she realized it. Out of this whole library, how did I pick a story about a pony being seduced by Queen Chrysalis? Were all the books on that shelf written on that same theme? Surely they couldn’t be. Still, there was no harm in it. It was only a book, and one written in the fanciful old 'pony' style that had been popular a century or two ago, even though it seemed to be written about contemporary characters ... many of them were recognizable. She wondered if there was a book on that shelf that had her as one of its characters. Was she famous enough to warrant that?

With a few more steps, I closed the distance between us, and she stood up in front of me, face to face. “You're the best, B.B.B.F.F!” she cried, jumping forward and wrapping her hooves around my neck. “I've needed a stallion to rut me hard for a long time now. Thank you so much!” She pulled off the tiny squeal at the end perfectly. I had to admit she made a pretty convincing Twilight.

Leaning in closer, she brought her lips up to me, and her tongue followed just behind, slipping in between my lips. This wasn't the chaste kisses of my wife; this was making out with a sex goddess. Our tongues writhed against each other, exploring each other's mouths.

She pulled away and turned around, presenting her pert little rump to me. Her tail lifted to the side and her smooth violet lips winked long and hard. “Give it to me, brother. Give it to me as hard as you can. I need it!” She leaned backward, splaying her back hooves out as her sex gave a series of uncontrolled winks, flashing her pink folds at me over and over again. A thin rivulet of her juices matted down the fur of her thigh as it trailed downward. “Please?”

There was no point in denying it now. I wanted her. I pressed myself up against her backside, pushing the my chest up against her needy entrance. I could feel it pulsing against my fur, urging me on.

Trixie reached under her skirt and loosened Twilight's panties. It was inevitable, she supposed, that reading smut like this would lead her further than she intended, but what was the harm? She was alone and in private here, and if Chrysalis had suggested reading for entertainment, that probably meant she'd be gone for a long time.

Rocking my hips back and forth with short jerks, I began thrusting into her in earnest. Already, I could hear the squelching sound of her wetness pressing against me. I grabbed onto her hips, pulling her into me hard and increasing the length of my thrusts.

She gave a wordless moan, drooling onto the crystal floor beneath her and letting her eyes drift shut.

With my completely submissive 'sister' moaning beneath me, I finally lost all of my habitual self-restraint. I rammed into her again and again, shoving my stiff shaft into her as deep as I could every time.

Her inner walls pressed against me harder and harder as I went on, coaxing me to use even more force. With every thrust, a few more drops of her pleasure gushed outward to join a quickly-growing puddle on the floor beneath us.

As her moans rose in pitch, nearly becoming screams, I increased my tempo again, going as fast as I possibly could. I could feel the head of my cock flaring out, filling her completely and stretching out her innermost passage.

With one final shriek, 'Twilight' exploded. Her soft inner walls gripped me so hard I couldn't budge, and her back legs gave out, leaving nothing but my stallionhood holding her up off the floor. A wet spurt squirted out around the base of my cock, coating my balls and thighs in its heat.
It was too much. Even as she gave way underneath me, beginning to fall down, my climax burst into her. Despite the resistance of my flared cock against her still-clenching passage, I slipped out of her in the middle of the second pump. The remainder of the thick strand laid itself out across her entrance, over her ass and onto her back.

She lay flat beneath me, panting and letting out one long moan as more and more spurts of my sticky seed sprayed out over her ass, back, and even her wings.

Trixie's fingers worked furiously against her g-spot, her palm rubbing across her clit and her juices soaking Twilight Sparkle's panties. She couldn't help it, it was just so hot thinking of that irresistibly cute and irritatingly perfect Twilight Sparkle reduced to taking a load from her own brother. Oh how awesome it would be to see that woman sexually humiliated like that!

Her breath came in gasps and her hips bucked against her hand as if that would get more pressure or deeper inside her. Trembling ecstasy shot up and down her legs. She gasped.

* * *

Chrysalis lay back against the curving floor of the chamber, just above the water's surface. Her eyes were locked on the scene projected onto the ceiling, and her dress was hiked up over her hips. She'd positioned the eye's gaze perfectly; she could see every illicit motion of Trixie's hand under her skirt, but the angle was still high enough for her to enjoy seeing the Ponykin girl reach into her top and tease at the nipple of a breast.

She couldn't take her hands off the hard, but flexible length of her ovipositor. It was just too sexy to be masturbating together with Trixie. After all this effort of seducing her, it was almost like a payoff, almost as if she'd succeeded.

Almost isn't good enough.

When she saw Trixie's mouth open in a silent gasp, her own ovipositor twitched with a tingling tension. I have been watching for too long! It's time for action. There wasn't a moment to waste! She couldn’t afford to let Trixie reach climax and relieve her sexual tension. And she definitely couldn't afford to blow her precious load of eggs – painstakingly fertilized by mating with hundreds of drones – into the pool at the bottom of the scrying chamber!

Instantly, she calmed herself. Self-control was the key to seduction, and she had long practice at keeping herself in check. She pulled her skirt back down as far as it would go, tucking the tip of her ovipositor into the thin waistline of it. There was no time to wait for her erection to subside. Rushing out through the chamber's access tunnel, she barely remembered to flick the scrying spell off as she left. No reason to leave that running. Some drone would probably wander in and get quite a show.

She sprinted down the corridors, moving faster than she had in years.

But she was still a changeling queen. She scarcely needed to catch her breath at the door to her own bedchambers before being able to walk in calmly and coolly, as if nothing at all were happening.

Of course, something was happening.

“Twilight! Oh Twilight! I ... I'm going to—” Trixie's hand yanked out from under her skirt the moment she saw Chrysalis standing in the doorway. Her movement was so quick it flung a clear strand of Trixie's juices through the air, sparkling in the light as it arced back down to splatter on the floor. “Chry— Chrysalis! I...”

Chrysalis eyed her smugly, looking significantly toward her choice in literature.

Blushing furiously, Trixie covered the book with a bedsheet. With her other hand, she pressed her skirt down between her legs, cutting off Chrysalis' view of her panties, which had assumed a rather darker shade of lavender after all the moisture they'd absorbed.

“Would you like some help with that?”

The book hidden, Trixie covered her face with her free hand. “N-no. I'm ... Trixie is fine.”

“It would be no trouble at all.” Chrysalis gave her best knowing grin and bedroom eyes. “And I am very skilled.”

“Trixie is FINE!” The vehemence of that last word cut short any flirtatious reply Chrysalis had planned, which was a shame, because she had a very nice one lined up about just how fine Trixie was.

Sighing slightly, Chrysalis acquiesced. It seemed the seduction of Trixie would take a little longer yet. She wasn't ready yet. “Very well. I will respect your wishes.”

The two of them waited for a moment, each watching the other carefully. This was a delicate moment, Chrysalis knew. If she pressed too hard now, a great amount of progress would be lost. But she also knew that people – especially the Ponykin – just couldn't stand a gap in the conversation. 'Awkward silence', they called it. The beautiful thing about it was that if one imposed an awkward silence on a Ponykin, before long they would say anything to break it.

“Um...” Trixie broke the silence, just as Chrysalis knew she would. “This plan you have... How does it work?”

Now that was a pleasant direction to take the conversation in. Chrysalis couldn't have asked for better. Explaining my breeding plan to her while she lies on my bed twitching from a denied orgasm ... perfect! “Well, it is fairly simple, actually. I need someone to be an emissary among the Ponykin, to be an ambassador for the changelings. I need someone who can take my offer of peace to the Ponykin, someone who won't be attacked at first sight.”

Trixie looked at her and said nothing. The Ponykin girl's face was surprisingly unreadable.

“For their own safety, the changelings must remain hidden for now, and yet, they must also mix with Ponykin society, because the will of princesses and queens is only one part of it. Ponykin society as a whole must also learn to accept them, or another war is inevitable. They need to integrate into Ponykin society, and yet it isn't safe for them to do so.”

Trixie nodded.

“There was once a race of half-changelings in the world, long ago, though I can no longer find any trace of them. That is a shame, because they would make the perfect examples to show the Ponykin that changelings are not to be feared and hated. They will be able to feed equally off of both love and Ponykin food, they will have cutie marks and special talents, and although their transformation powers will be limited and they cannot produce slime or fly, they will still have their magic. Thankfully, there is a solution to their absence; their race can be re-created.”

“And what would that solution be?” Trixie's eyes narrowed – she must have already known this was the part where she came in.

“You, of course.” Chrysalis smiled as genuinely as she could. “This is why I want you to carry my brood.”

Trixie cringed. “But how does it work, you know, biologically? You can't be a father!” The way she looked at Chrysalis showed she wasn't all too sure about that last part.

“Can I not?” Chrysalis said with a wink.

“But... how does it work?” Trixie hugged her arms tight around her middle, which had the lovely effect of making her breasts bulge upward and press into the thin strip of cleavage her coat didn't hide. “I don't want any belly-bursting bugs in me!”

How absurd! Does she really believe that? “Belly-bursting? Hardly. I place a load of immature eggs in you, and as they grow to being ready, they absorb the genetics of their mother – you. When they are ready, they're each less than an inch around. When they come out, it is just like a natural birth, only much easier because you're birthing a lot of little somethings rather than one big something.”

“Oh...” Trixie looked at her, blinking and absorbing all that information.

Best to leave her be for a little. She'll need time to think about all that and come to her inevitable decision. Chrysalis stretched theatrically, making her lithe body dance under the pretense. “I'm afraid that my earlier exertions have left me needing a quick shower.” That was entirely untrue, of course, but it would make a lovely excuse to give the girl a little space to think ... unless she was more ready than Chrysalis anticipated. It wouldn't hurt to ask. “Care to join me?”

That earned her a very disapproving look from Trixie. “No.”

Chrysalis shrugged and turned toward the bathroom door. “Very well.”

* * *

As soon as Trixie heard the water running in the bathroom, she lifted up her skirt, slipped her fingers under Twilight's panties, and set to work finishing herself off. Goddess, I'm so pent up! All she needed was release. Then she'd be able to think clearly. Then it would all be better.

She was working herself up more and more, quickly rubbing herself toward a long-needed climax. Slipping a hand through her coat and under her top, she clutched her breasts and thought of that night back at Twilight Sparkle's library.

The poor panties were getting so soaked, and she didn't have another pair. Maybe she'd need a shower next. Whatever. Soon, it didn't matter at all as she began falling up toward her orgasm ... it was almost inevitable now.

The bathroom door opened.

Too shocked to move, to even pull her hand from under her skirt, Trixie trembled. How could she have been caught in the act again?

Chrysalis walked back into the room, completely nude. She took one solid look at Trixie, then walked toward a tall wardrobe on the far side of the room. She was strutting shamelessly, flaunting her perky tits, flaunting the thick rope of her cock as it bounced between her legs.

Trixie couldn’t stop staring. She wasn't even pretending to hide her eyes. And worse, her hand had started moving under her skirt again. Oh Goddess, I'm masturbating to the sight of her! I must be lost now!

After reaching the wardrobe, Chrysalis looked over at Trixie and winked at the still-staring girl. “Sorry, I forgot to bring any clothes with me.”

Again, the Queen had interrupted Trixie's orgasm! She felt a little spike of anger. “Were you watching me? How did you even know I was—?”

Chrysalis opened her wardrobe and began rummaging through it. First, she pulled out a tiny black thong, little more than a collection of strings. Even the small triangle of fabric on the front was perforated with the kind of random pattern of little holes changelings liked so much.

Trixie watched her as she pulled it on. The tiny thing barely covered a tiny patch of the Queen's enormous ladycock. All it did was press it against her belly. What is that woman? Is she even a woman at all?

Over that, Chrysalis put on a gauzy light-green teddy. It wasn't much more than a bra with a thin cape of barely-there silk hanging from it. Even the cups of it were a little see-through, to the point where Trixie had little trouble discerning the little dark circles of Chrysalis' nipples through it.

“You like it?” Chrysalis asked. “I've been saving it for someone special.”

Trixie finally found her voice well enough to put it to use asking the only question that mattered. She pointed at what jutted up between where the two sides of the teddy curved apart across the Queen's belly. “W-what the hell is that?”

* * *

Chrysalis made sure to keep her tired groan internal, to keep her outward mask of seductive confidence solidly in place. I cannot afford to get exasperated with her, not now, when I'm so close to having her. “I am a changeling queen, and that means I need a little extra equipment.”

That didn't seem to satisfy the Ponykin woman.

Reaching down along her own body, Chrysalis took hold of it, enjoying the soft flexibility of her only half-aroused organ. “This is my ovipositor. We have sex, and I use it to give you a load of tiny eggs. As the eggs mature, they grow a little bigger, your belly expands as in a normal pregnancy, and they absorb some of your Ponykin genetics.” She paused, tapping her chin. “You'll need to come back here to lay the eggs in the right environment for them to develop and hatch.” No, no, it wouldn't do to mention that we've already been over this. Play her gently.

Trixie still stared, her brows knitting together. “But ... why would you also need a—?”

“My vagina is for my drones – they fertilize my eggs.” Chrysalis began idly stroking up and down her stiffening cock. “If I don't have any woman to give them to and I keep them inside myself, I will be the one getting a pregnant belly as my eggs grow inside of me ... and when I lay them, they will grow to be full changelings.” Her ovipositor was almost fully hard now, and already it reached up higher than where her belly button would be if she had one... A lovely display for Trixie to drool over. If only she would drool on it... “You see, half-changelings are meant to exist. Why else would I have this?” She pulled it against the straps of her thong, then let it slap back against her belly.

A mix of arousal and fear played across Trixie's face. The Ponykin girl wasn't even trying to hide her emotions anymore. Her hand was still at work, bobbing up and down underneath those lavender panties of hers. “Does...” Trixie took a few deep breaths. “Are you sure that laying the eggs doesn't hurt? Trixie has seen childbirth, and I want no part of it.”

“Not at all.” Chrysalis smiled as reassuringly as a changeling queen could. “I have done it many times, and well ... I actually find it quite stimulating, if you know what I mean.”

“It... It feels good?”

Chrysalis looked unabashedly into Trixie's eyes. “I've never had any orgasm quite like an egg-laying orgasm. After the tenth egg or so, each one brings on a new wave, a new climax.”

Trixie stared at her, blinking. Her jaw went slack, and her hand even slowed to a standstill under her skirt.

“So... How about it?”

That seemed to bring Trixie out of her stupor. “How about what?”

“Our plan.”

“No!” Trixie shouted, but she immediately covered her mouth, as if ashamed of the outburst. “I mean... Trixie means, not yet. Give me some time to think about it.”

It was a crushingly disappointing blow to receive when she had been so close to sealing the deal, but Chrysalis concealed every bit of it. She smiled and nodded. “Of course.”

Chrysalis left the room, and only after she closed the door behind her did she realize she was still wearing the see-through teddy with only her almost comically inadequate black thong underneath.

I didn't think that one through, now did I? Well, what to do about it?

A wicked grin came to her. She knew just how to pass the time as Trixie 'thought about it'.

How about a stroll through the main hive? Chuckling at the thought of how her drones would stare at her in this outfit, she strutted down the hall toward it. Of course, a few of the drones might be tempted to do more than just look, but they should know better. Any who lacked enough discipline would soon find themselves learning it in all the most devious ways Chrysalis could think to teach them.

* * *

Trixie yearned to finally bring herself to orgasm, but she couldn’t let herself do that. She was fairly convinced now that Chrysalis had some way of spying on her, and she couldn’t imagine just ignoring that and getting off anyway.

Somehow, it would just feel wrong to be watched like that.

Her mind wandered back to the vision that wouldn’t get out from behind her eyes: Chrysalis' long and strangely smooth cock swinging as she walked ... the obscene way it protruded from her just above where that tiny black thong disappeared between the immaculately clean lips of her pussy.

No! She shook her head, forcing herself to forget about it, if only for a moment. No, focus on something else!

What about that plan of Chrysalis'? Could I actually do it? Why would I want to? The images threatened to flash before her eyes again – oh, she couldn't help but want it. How could she resist in her condition?

Could she trust Chrysalis? It was starting to seem like she might actually be able to. After all, when had the Queen ever gone back on her word or been caught in a lie? Well, sure, little things like 'forgetting' to take any clothes into the shower with her – couldn't she have just come out wrapped in a towel? – but she had never once tried to force or coerce Trixie, even though she easily could have.

The itch of curiosity was starting to be irresistible. She'd been with plenty of men, and plenty of women too ... but she had never been with anyone like Chrysalis. It would be a completely new experience.

Fuck it, 'Ambassador of the Changelings' sounds a lot better than 'washed-up showgirl' anyway, doesn't it? Trixie rolled herself out of the plush bed and pulled Twilight Sparkle's panties back snug over her intimate wetness. She had places to be and a Queen to do.

* * *

Chrysalis pushed her mouth down even farther onto the Three Twenty-five's cock, pressing her nose against his hairless body as her throat comfortably took every bit of his warm length.

She hadn't intended for this to happen. She'd only meant to have a little fun riling up the main hive. It was good clean fun by changeling standards, and a great reinforcement to her ego. Sad to say, but Trixie's rejection had left her in need of a little reminder that she was still the sexiest woman alive.

One thing had led to another, though. Chrysalis loved her children, every one of them. How could she – in good conscience – turn down such a beautiful and needy cock? She was not some heartless bitch, to ignore the blatant necessities of her own drones.

The other drones of the hive surrounded the stage, packed together to get a good view. They hooted and whistled when she raised a hand up to fondle his balls. They were so full and heavy with seed for her, and it was so steamy-hot hearing him grunt above her. She knew she was fulfilling his utmost fantasy, and that made the pulsing thickness in her mouth all the sexier. How many times must this drone have jerked himself off to the thought of his Queen degrading herself for his pleasure?

He gasped. Oh he was close now! He would blow any moment, and Chrysalis would need to get out of his way quickly to avoid being splattered.

A voice filtered in over the hive's shouts, “Chrysalis! Chrysalis! Have any of you seen Queen Chrysalis? One of the drones said she went here.”

Oh no. Chrysalis' eyes went wide. She can't catch me doing this! It would ruin everything. I don't have much time!

The drone grunted and hunched over. His cock surged wider and longer.

She didn't have time to clean a sticky green load off of herself, didn't even have time to get out of the way. There was only one option left. Chrysalis gulped it down, swallowing every thick, gooey spurt he had to give her, and oh Goddess was there a lot of it!

As soon as the drone's cock stopped twitching and spraying into her, Chrysalis rose without a word, wiping her lips with the back of her hand to catch the little that had escaped her. She turned around, looking for any sign of Trixie, and she swallowed thickly as she did so.

There she is. From onstage, Chrysalis had an excellent vantage point, and Trixie was easy to spot in the sea of drones – she was the only one wearing clothes. Thankfully, none of the drones had lapsed in discipline enough to strip those off of her yet. Maybe they were too distracted by the show onstage.

When Chrysalis began walking toward the Ponykin girl, a corridor opened for her between the crowded drones. Good, they still know their place, despite what they just saw. Fellating a drone or two was good fun, but sometimes it tended to give them delusions of superiority.

Interestingly, Trixie wasn't wearing her heavy coat anymore. Now her tight and glamorous showgirl top was the only thing holding her impressive chest in check, and it was quite obviously drawing the eyes of every drone nearby. Chrysalis didn't say a thing when she came up to Trixie. She stood and waited for Trixie to break the silence. A Ponykin always would, and what they said unprompted was often much more interesting than anything that could be wheedled out of them.

“I've been thinking about what you said...”

“Yes?” Chrysalis smiled, despite herself. She could feel the anticipation of what Trixie was about to say sizzling in her like the first fuse of a fireworks show.

Trixie wrung her hands together in front of her skirt, blushing from the hungry eyes of the drones all around her. “Trixie would like to try it.”

* * *

None of it felt quite real as Trixie followed Chrysalis' subtly swaying hips down the corridor. She walked in a near-daze behind the Queen's glorious bottom, watching the strings of that black thong rise up and down on either side, letting herself get hypnotized by the sight of it.

Everything snapped back to stark reality, though, when Chrysalis closed her bedroom door behind them with a definite click.

A bit of cold sweat broke out on Trixie's back. Chrysalis was so close now, and barely wearing anything at all. Was she really ready to do this? She didn't even remember coming in through the bedroom door. Chrysalis hadn't put her under some kind of spell, had she?

Chrysalis gave her a sultry gaze that went right into the core of her and just stood there, barely a couple inches away from her, that knowing smile on her luscious lips.

Trixie rubbed the back of her neck with one hand. “So...?”

Moving in even closer, Chrysalis pressed one finger against Trixie's lips. “Ssh. This isn't the time for talking.”

When Chrysalis closed the last fraction of an inch between them and pressed their bodies together, it was like a fountain of light went off inside Trixie. Her heart felt like it had burst free and wanted to rise up and toward her new and exciting lover.

Chrysalis' finger traced along Trixie's lips, caressing her cheek and coming in behind her neck under her hair. She gently pulled Trixie to her, and their lips met.

It was electrifying and soothing at the same time, feeling Chrysalis' soft-but-firm lips against her own. The contact, the intimacy of it! Trixie had never thought of this part of it when she thought about her. But now... how could she not have thought about it?

A welcome hand slipped behind the small of Trixie's back, helping to press their needy bodies together. Chrysalis' lips parted slightly, and Trixie gave her a little tongue, just a taste. She received more back than she had bargained for.

Chrysalis took her invitation, and her long, thin tongue slipped between Trixie's lips. She could feel the slightly-rough texture of it as it snaked further and further into her. For a brief moment, it flicked all the way down her throat before slipping back out again just as quickly.

Trixie pulled back, already gasping for breath. Her mind reeled with the possibilities of what Chrysalis might be able to do with a tongue like that if she used it elsewhere.

Her retreat only lasted a moment before she dove back in, making out with the Queen of the Changelings in earnest now. This time, she let her hands roam, and she luxuriated in the smooth, firm curve of Chrysalis' back, the tight squeezable cheeks of her ass, the soft resistance of her breasts beneath the teddy's cups. And then the hand she'd been squeezing Chrysalis' tits with traced its way lower, finding something Trixie had never touched before. The Queen's cock was warm, almost hot to the touch, smooth and silky on the outside, but she could feel the powerful stiffness underneath that. Chrysalis gasped slightly into Trixie's mouth when Trixie touched her there.

Chrysalis' hands caught the bottom hem of Trixie's top and tugged it upward.

“No.”

Freezing at Trixie's unexpected rejection, Chrysalis stared at her, not even able to conceal how crestfallen she was. Even her cock softened a little.

Trixie smiled gently at her. “No, let Trixie do it. You sit back and relax,” she said, gently pushing Chrysalis back toward the bed.

The Queen sat there willingly, and her eyes devoured Trixie.

Time to show her what a showgirl can really do.

* * *

It was all Chrysalis could do to keep from blatantly licking her lips as Trixie began to dance in front of her. It was more than she could do to keep her hands off of herself while she watched.

Trixie's body twisted and swirled, her hips swayed, and her ruffled skirt flung side to side, giving tantalizing glimpses high up the girl's luscious legs, but not quite all the way. She came close to Chrysalis, traced a finger under the Queen's chin to guide her gaze up from Trixie's cleavage to her face, and then she twisted around, flinging her butt up. Her skirt flared and drew Chrysalis' eyes back down, down to the lovely purple bump between her legs and the thin triangle that stretched curving upward from it.

The view was gone in an instant, but Trixie had shown herself intentionally. It made Chrysalis achingly hard, and she felt her own pussy lips soaking through the thin strip of fabric between them.

Still facing away from Chrysalis, Trixie took a couple of languid steps, swishing her skirt from side to side so far that a little bump of each ass cheek peeked out each time. Then she turned, looked Chrysalis sultrily in the eyes, and lifted her top ... not all the way, though. It had looked like she was going to, but she stopped just short, showing only the tiniest sliver of breast on one side.

Oh sweet Goddess, she does know how to do this, doesn't she? Chrysalis was already having difficulty controlling herself, keeping herself from taking that girl right then and there, and to hell with the rest of the dance. What if she's waiting for me to do exactly that? Maybe she just wants to see how far she can push me before I— She forced herself to stop that line of thinking. No, I know I am simply making up excuses for what my body wants. I will control myself, no matter what.

With a swirl of her short skirt, Trixie spun around and faced away. She looked over her shoulder and winked at Chrysalis before she pulled the shimmering blue top over her head and tossed it away.

Since Trixie's hands were still raised over her head, even when she was facing away, Chrysalis could still see a generous curve of her tits on either side. What I wouldn’t give to be endowed like that... Of course, being a changeling, Chrysalis could fake it at any time, but to really have a bust like that...

Trixie cupped her breasts in her hands and turned back toward Chrysalis. She was smiling broadly now, completely in her element. Her palms were barely enough to cover her huge aureoles, and even fully outstretched, her fingers couldn't span the whole width of her curves.

Chrysalis' mouth was hanging open. She was somewhat aware of that. But she was so engrossed in watching, she'd even faltered in touching herself.

With a flash of a smile, Trixie let her hands fall away. Those glorious tits dropped and bounced a little before coming to rest. They were so soft and pillowy-looking Chrysalis wanted to just bury her face between them. The big inverted nipples each of them came curving out to ... they just begged to be teased and sucked into poking outward.

But Trixie wasn't done yet. She turned around again, leaving Chrysalis staring at her smoothly curved back, and then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down her straight legs as she bent over forward.

The fabric slid down, leaving Chrysalis with a full view of Trixie's finely-curved ass.

The lavender panties in the middle of her big, round ass made a kind of a heart shape, romantically enough, although the bottom corner of the heart bulged out a little wider and was slightly cleft through the middle. It was also a darker color than the rest – Trixie's moisture had already soaked through. Naughty girl – this is turning you on as much as it is me, isn't it?

Trixie turned again, still writhing and moving sensually. The way she moved made the gentle curves of her slim belly disappearing into the panties almost irresistible. Chrysalis' hands even rose to pull them off of her, but Trixie backed away just in time.

Of course, it wasn't long until Trixie herself removed them. Her dance seemed to come to a culmination of movement before she came to a complete stop, standing square and straight in front of Chrysalis with her arms at her sides. For a moment, the only movement was Trixie's breasts heaving up and down slightly as she breathed.

Then, with a little flick of each hand, Trixie slipped her panties far enough down to let them slide down the rest of her legs on their own.

Finally, she stood stark naked.

Chrysalis eyed Trixie's pussy and the tiny patch of blue hair above it hungrily. With the girl's legs close together like that, it was no more than a little bulge of outer lips split down the middle, but Chrysalis didn't miss noticing the slight trail of shimmering clear grool that hung from the middle of them and curved over to one of her inner thighs.

Oh she is so ready! Wordlessly, Chrysalis stripped off her own lingerie and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Its work was done.

When Trixie stepped over to her, Chrysalis could see the girl's pussy lips rubbing against each other slightly. And from the way Trixie was looking at her, Trixie must have been able to see how much it was appreciated.

Trixie placed her hands on each of Chrysalis' tits and gently pushed her back onto the bed, until Chrysalis was lying down with her feet dangling from the side. It took Trixie's delicious-looking breasts out of her view ... but not for long. In a moment, Trixie climbed onto the bed on top of her, straddling her thin waist just above her throbbing lady-cock. With Trixie's legs so spread, she could see a slip of pink now, and Trixie's juices flowed down all the more readily.

They both gasped when Trixie lowered herself down and pressed her sopping mound down onto the front of Chrysalis' cock. Right away, she started rubbing herself up and down against it, smearing her sweet nectar over it as she coaxed herself into making even more.

Finally free to do so, Chrysalis reached up and grabbed Trixie's magnificent breasts. They were everything she could have wished for, and even in her long experience, she'd never held a pair quite so lovely ... softer, yes, but none that held their round shape so nicely despite their size ... bigger, yes, but none that still retained that plushly soft firmness that only the best of boobs have. How long have I been desperate to do this? Chrysalis kneaded those glorious tits between her hands, sliding her fingers over every inch of their luscious curves. For a moment, she even lost track of who was seducing whom. Somehow, it seemed possible that this was all Trixie's plot, and she'd somehow become suckered into it, lured in by the irresistible smooth and soft flesh of Trixie's voluptuous tits. But she wanted nothing more than to revel in the squeezably warm roundness. She wanted to bury her face into the silky fine valley between them. She wanted to gently coax the shy nipples out into her mouth.

Soon, she got her chance.

Trixie leaned far forward, pressing her clit onto the rounded curve of Chrysalis' cock. The important thing, though, was that it brought Trixie's tits down to hang just in front of Chrysalis' face.

Chrysalis didn't waste the opportunity. She leaned up, still cupping one in either hand, and she pressed her face into the lovely gap between the two massive tits. It was heavenly, and she couldn't help but thrust her hips against Trixie's warm pussy as she delighted in the soft, supple flesh of Trixie's breasts all over her.

As Trixie ground against her, though, she writhed and twisted in pent-up ecstasy. Her face slid out from Trixie's cleavage, and Chrysalis let it happen willingly, trailing her lips across the broad curve of one until, inevitably, Chrysalis' lips met Trixie's nipple. It was a tender and subtle thing, very smooth and broad, only rising slightly before dipping into a little hole in the middle. Coming back to herself, Chrysalis caressed it with all the art her long years of experience could manage. Her lips latched on and massaged around it deeply and wetly, the tip of her tongue flicked feather-light against the most sensitive bits, one hand squeezed the breast her mouth was on, and her other hand rolled the other breast gently up and together.

Trixie moaned lustily, grabbing the back of Chrysalis' neck and pulling her in even closer. Her hips rocked even more feverishly – everything down there was wet and slippery now, and her pussy could glide easily.

It didn't take long. Trixie's nipple popped out almost suddenly, the harder bit of flesh inside poking out and giving Chrysalis full access. Chrysalis' fingers caressed the other one and found it standing proudly out as well – they weren't innies anymore, not as long as Trixie stayed as aroused as she was.

All that stimulation made Trixie nearly collapse down on top of Chrysalis, and Trixie's huge breasts enveloped Chrysalis' smaller, firmer ones. More importantly, though, Trixie's hips jerked upward a little at the same time as Chrysalis' cock surged out straighter.

Chrysalis' tip was inside Trixie before either of them really realized it. They both froze and gasped.

The feeling of warm wetness surrounding the tip of her ovipositor was unmistakable. She could even feel Trixie's entrance twitching tighter around it.

Chrysalis dropped her hands from Trixie's breasts and instead clutched the girl's smooth, slightly soft back, one hand high on the curve of her upper back, the other wandering low to barely brush the top of where her ass cheeks separated. The two of them stared into each other's eyes, one above and one below, neither really able to believe that this was it, they were really having sex now.

With one hand, Chrysalis brushed Trixie's hair out of the way and pulled her lips down for a kiss. With the other hand, she pressed down on Trixie's ass.

Slipping all the way into Trixie was almost like stepping into the hot tub earlier ... only the harsh heat was replaced with a gentle, massaging warmth that reacted to her every twitch.

When Trixie bottomed out after the single, long and slow stroke, she squealed adorably. The lips of her pussy were spread wide and pressed against Chrysalis' skin on either side of her cock. It was stretching her a lot, but the girl had managed to take every last inch of it. She was truly an impressive prize.

Chrysalis pushed her back and forth a little, not really thrusting in and out, more changing the angle, wiggling back and forth inside her steamy depths. And soon, of course, Trixie got into the act on her own accord. She rose up to sit on Chrysalis' lap again, and she began rocking her hips quickly forward and back. That barely ever let any of Chrysalis' ovipositor come out of her before she shoved it back in, and Chrysalis was all to glad about that. It felt like where she was always meant to be, and she wanted it to stay there forever.

Trixie's pace increased, and she clutched at her own bouncing breasts as Chrysalis grabbed her hips and started helping her rock back and forth. “Oh Chrysalis! Oh Chrysa— Ooh!”

Chrysalis could feel the girl's pussy clenching tight, and she delightedly ran the tips of her fingers across Trixie's bare skin as it started developing goosebumps all over. Chrysalis leaned up and licked Trixie's tits from bottom to top – the tiny bumps all over Trixie's skin had made the curves of them all the easier to appreciate, and Chrysalis just couldn’t help but taste them.

Trixie screamed out, “I ... I'm going to— Ah! I'm... Oh Goddess!”

Barely taking her mouth off of Trixie's nipple, Chrysalis looked up at the girl's face. “Do it. Let yourself go. It's necessary for the process.”

Squealing one more time, Trixie shoved herself down as deep as she could onto Chrysalis' ovipositor, and her pussy clenched hard and rhythmically. She pressed herself there, shuddering and twitching as her juices drenched Chrysalis and the bed beneath them. Trixie's smooth belly heaved in and out with the pulses, and tiny beads of sweat broke out along the roundness of her breasts.

Chrysalis enjoyed it for the moment, but soon noticed that Trixie was almost catatonic in her ecstasy, that the girl was in a very vulnerable state.

Of course, she took no time at all in taking advantage of that. With a strength that belied her thin frame, Chrysalis manhandled both of them around, laying Trixie on her back in front of her and kneeling between her legs.

Trixie looked up at her. She was beginning to come back to herself, and she began to speak, “Chrysalis, I'm—”

Chrysalis didn't let her finish. She thrusted into her mercilessly, and the girl's words, whatever they would have been, were cut off by another adorable little squeal.

Goddess above, this girl is tight! Getting off hadn't relaxed her at all inside. If anything, it had only made her constantly clenching and squeezing. All to the better. Chrysalis took advantage of her, fully and totally, ramming her ovipositor into her over and over again, finally able to get some real power with her more dominant position.

Trixie squeaked with every thrust, and she didn't try to speak again. Her hands cupped her own breasts, calming their bouncing as she was shaken back and forth with every slam of Chrysalis' hips.

The familiar and too-long-missed pressure was coming back to Chrysalis, things moving into position, the near-burning pleasure of her ovipositor cock doing exactly what it was meant to do.

Between her gasps, Trixie got one word out: “Please!”

And that was all it took to break loose the tide. Chrysalis pushed herself all the way into Trixie, impossibly deep inside her as the ladycock expanded even more in its ultimate arousal. It pulsed, the first clutch of eggs in its pale green goo spurting into Trixie's womb. More and more came, dozens of long, powerful squirts into the girl's belly.

Not a drop of it leaked out, of course, not one precious egg. Chrysalis lifted herself up on her arms a little to admire her good work, even as the last few splatters of eggs were coming out. The flat, smooth skin of Trixie's belly wasn't so flat anymore – was swelling, and she could see it bump slightly larger with every throb her cock gave.

Finally, though, she was spent. With not a single egg left to give, her ovipositor shriveled out of Trixie's well-fucked pussy and fell wetly onto the bed. The room wavered, and it felt like a warm, dark fog had enveloped everything. Chrysalis barely had the presence of mind to roll off of Trixie before she fell to the bed and passed out into a deep, deep slumber.

* * *

After recovering from her panting, sweaty second orgasm, Trixie rolled onto her side, sandwiching one hand comfortably between her tits. She looked at her sleeping bedmate and smiled.

Chrysalis really was a beautiful woman, with her long and slender curves, her smallish but perfectly formed breasts, her waspishly thin waist ... and that incredible long, smooth cock of hers now laying limp across one leg. She was a conquest worthy of the Great and Powerful Trixie.

Which is how Trixie saw it, of course. She wouldn't allow herself to think that she was the one who had been seduced. She was always in control, and she bedded whoever she wanted to.

She looked down at herself. Past the huge swells of her own boobs, she could see her belly and legs. Yesterday, her abs had been flat and toned and sexy. Now, though ... she stared at it, hardly able to believe it. She looked like she was already several months pregnant. Just how much of that stuff did Chrysalis pour into me? Blinking, she looked back at the Queen, who didn't seem any smaller for having given up such a load. How is that even possible?

Well, there was nothing for it now. Trixie would become the mother of the half-changelings, the ambassador between the changelings and all the Ponykin.

Trixie will have to remodel her cart, she thought as the cooling sweat dried on her skin. And this time, she will not pull it herself.