With a Smidgen of Lust
Trotting down the spiral staircase, with her horn alight and a small package under her arm, Cadance descended into the bowels of the castle. Though it was the middle of the day, the sun did not grace the cold, dark depths of her keep. Any observer could easily believe that the Princess was going to visit a prisoner or dissident, though that couldn’t be further from the truth.
It was a special evening and her outfit matched the occasion. A flowing, gossamer sky blue gown clung tightly to her sculpted form, perfectly accentuating her figure. Taller than nearly any pony, as most alicorns were, her build was a curious mix of feminine appeal and strength. Larger than life and ten times as sensual, she boldly strode towards her destination.
Reaching the bottom of the stairwell, the alicorn proceeded down a dimly lit hallway. Relatively short and hewn of bedrock, the corridor came to a small, open chamber. A trio of guards, two of which flanked a large wooden door, snapped the Princess a crisp salute. Nodding to them each, quietly thanking them for their tedious duty, she paused.
“Wait,” Cadance groused, scrunching her snout. “Didn’t I only assign two of you to the shift?” Looking between them, noticing that the pair beside the doorway glanced over at the third, she smiled. “Telson, is that you?” she chuckled, stepping over to the sentry who’d been singled out.
The trio of soldiers were all bedecked in matching light plate armor, with mail beneath. Superbly built stallions, each had roughly the same build, though there was one small discrepancy; one of them fought to restrain a smirk. Walking over to the irregular pony, the Princess pressed a finger to his chest plate and brought her muzzle to his ear.
“Gotcha…” she whispered.
The stallion’s resolve withered, leaving him to openly smile. What started as a giggle built to a hearty belly laugh, while he lost composure. Cadance stepped away, smugly cocking her hips, as an emerald flame engulfed the guard. In the blink of an eye and flash of light, the pony was gone, replaced by a youthful changeling.
“I wasn’t tryin' to sneak out, Aunty Cadance, I promise!” the young changeling stallion bleated, peering up at her. “You can ask them, they were letting me practice to be a guard!” he insisted, thrusting a finger at the pair of sentries.
One of the two stiffened slightly and cleared his throat. “It’s true, Ma’am, young Telson was simply keeping us company. He’s got his sights set on joining the royal praetorians,” he explained, leveling a pair of finger guns at the slender shapeshifter, “isn’t that right!”
“Yup! I’m gonna be big and strong to watch over Aunty Cadance, Mama, and the whole Crystal Empire!” Telson announced, saluting and transforming into the burly stallion disguise he’d been wearing.
“I’m sure you will! For now, just try not to give these guys a hard time,” Cadance laughed, affectionately rubbing the disguised tyke’s head. Strolling to the door, allowing the pair of guards to open it for her, she walked into a vast, cavern-like chamber.
The soldiers weren’t truly there to keep her lover and offspring contained - quite the opposite, in fact. She had no fear of Sektiss or their children escaping, though she did everything in her power to keep them safe. As matters were, only the palace’s staff were aware of the brood of changelings lurking beneath the castle and she intended to keep it that way. She would eventually tell her people, of course, though not until she could slowly warm them to the idea. For the time being, her hybrid family safely and happily dwelled in the crypts.
To call the catacombs beneath the castle expansive would be an understatement. Virtually the size of a city unto itself, the tunnels and grottos under the palace extended well under most of the surrounding settlement. Originally a dungeon and wine cellar, it grew over the centuries into the series of galleries, winding corridors, and storage areas.
For years, after the kingdom’s revitalization under Cadance’s rule, the vaults had been left derelict and, for the most part, unexplored. It was only when her once clandestine paramour, a changeling named Sektiss, had been openly declared as her lover that the Princess was stricken with an idea. Even before she’d planted the seed of life in the shapeshifter, she’d begun to make plans.
Changelings were prolific breeders and Sektiss was no exception. While it was true that Cadance had no idea exactly how fertile her mistress would be, she’d taken steps to prepare for the inevitable clutch of offspring she’d sired. Ordering the burrows to be thoroughly cleaned and prepared for guests - assigning a squadron of soldiers, carpenters, and a cartographer to map and furnish several of the larger rooms - her instructions were nearly completed when the first batch of eggs was laid.
Ensuring Sektiss was tended to, the Princess did everything she could to make sure her lover’s needs were met. Fortunately, the birth went far smoother than Cadance could have ever imagined. Unlike when a pony mare had a foal, the changeling produced nearly two dozen eggs in under an hour. Stranger still was the fact that the shapeshifter seemed to enjoy the experience.
Screaming with delight, throughout the entire ordeal, Sektiss had told Cadance that she’d climaxed multiple times over the course of laying her clutch; to say the alicorn was a bit jealous, given how monumentally grueling Flurry’s arrival had been, would be an understatement, though she was happy for her paramour. Regardless, after providing her shapeshifting mistress with every possible amenity, she returned to her duties.
Over the weeks, following the arrival of the brood, Cadance learned first hand about changeling growth cycles. After hatching, which only took a matter of days, the grubs grew at a staggering rate. Sektiss breast fed each and every one, with the help of several staff members from the castle, having foal after foal brought to her mountainous bosoms. As for the broodmare herself, she was fed from the Princess’ love and a steady supply of meals from the palace’s kitchens.
For Cadance, as well as the other ponies directly involved with the affair, the most astonishing thing was just how quickly changelings developed. In less than a month, the young shapeshifters had reached the size and intellectual acuity of a ten year old pony. As fascinating as the observations were, it cemented just how much of a threat their species could present to Equestria. Fortunately, Sektiss’ and the Princess were doing everything in their power to raise the children properly.
A great many of the youthful shapeshifters had expressed an interest in paramilitary affairs, ranging from guards and soldiers to scouts and spies, though that was only one facet of their hive-like mentality. Each and every changeling was, to a fault, unquestionably dedicated to both Sektiss and Cadance; beyond being the parents of their offspring, they were icons of virtue and guidance to their young.
“Hey! It’s Aunty Cadance!” a voice called, snapping the Princess back to the present.
Having only made it a few feet into the catacombs proper, she’d been spotted. The alerting call signaled a veritable stampede of young ‘lings, each rushing to meet their alicorn mother. Sure, they called her “Aunty”, but that had been her suggestion; having a small mob of children calling each of their two parents “Mommy” would lead to nothing but confusion and frustration.
Cadance drew to a halt, bracing herself for the rush of her young. While their was some diversity amongst them - with varying heights, bone structures, builds, etc - they all held a few key commonalities. Much like their changeling mother, each and every one of their hides was a blueish grey and their eyes were a vivid turquoise. The alicorn knew that the coloration was an abnormality among their kind, one which Sektiss held, so she was left to presume they’d acquired it from her.
As the Princess was swarmed, hounded by ceaseless pleas for attention or adulation, she squatted down to greet her children. She’d committed their names to memory, all of them, though singling each of them out would be ill advised. Over the weeks, she’d developed a method for her visits; after the initial excitement of her appearance, letting the young burn through a good bit of energy, she’d visit with them each in turn. It was tedious, though she enjoyed every second of it.
Awash in hugs and kisses, doing her damnedest to keep the throng content, Cadance failed to notice a much larger, significantly more curvaceous figure approaching her. Stopping some dozen paces away, watching the alicorn lovingly interact with the tiny bug-horses, she smiled to herself. Without a doubt, there wasn’t a better pony in all of Equestria to sire her young.
“Children,” she coolly announced, clearing her throat. Though her voice wasn’t raised in the slightest, it cut through the room with startling effect. Each of the small changelings fell silent, turned, and peered over at her. “If you could give my Queen and I some time, I’d be most appreciative.”
“Yes Mama,” a muted, nearly in unison response hummed from the swarm of young. Like a mass of insects, they scattered to the various corners of the room, with several scampering after one another into adjacent tunnels.
Cadance looked over, having barely heard the polite request, yet noticing the abrupt shift of her childrens’ attention. Lounging by a pillar, with one hand on her hip, stood none other than Sektiss. Relatively short, insanely voluptuous, and with exceedingly ample hips, the matriarch peered over in her direction and shot her a wink; as if the affectionate gesture wasn’t captivating enough, the motherly changeling’s nude state caused her heart to flutter.
Since she’d been given free reign of the catacombs, Sektiss rarely, if every, wore any clothing. She could dress how she wanted, when she wanted, and there was nobody to stop her - nobody, that was, except her Queen, Cadance. Being nude did have its benefits, including the seemingly constant nursing of her young, but that was only part of it. It seemed that the alicorn, having seen her blossom into motherhood, had developed quite an interest in her maternal side.
Cupping one breast in each hand, sinking her fingers into the pillowy flesh, she strutted towards her alicorn lover. Eyeing Cadance from head to toe, admiring every inch of the tall woman’s cerise coat, her gaze finally settled on the Princess’ groin. Though there was no visible sign of the monstrous appendage that lurked beneath the fabric of her dress, she knew first hand what lie hidden there.
Many years ago, after Chrysalis’ failed attempt to topple the Equestrian Empire, she’d been found by the Cadance in the aftermath. As soon as she saw the Princess, it was love at first sight. The alicorn had sheltered her, given her a home, and kept her as a clandestine mistress and confidant. As time passed, their platonic relationship had blossomed into outright romance which saw her brought into an open relationship with her new Queen and Prince Shining Armor.
Peering at the approaching changeling, Cadance swallowed hard. Feeding Sektiss with regular influxes of love had become a daily ritual, one which she looked forward to each evening. Knowing she’d sired a hoard of shapeshifters somehow made the entire arrangement even more appealing, stoking some latent penchant for lustful conquest.
“How fares my Queen this evening?” Sektiss purred, giving her tits a squeeze. Nearly instantaneously, a dribble of milk leaked out of each nipple, streaming down her immense rack. Toying with the Princess never failed to amuse her, especially since she’d birthed a small platoon of young for the alicorn.
“I...I’m doing well,” Cadance stammered, unable to look away from the changeling’s udder-like teats.
“Oooooooh, my Queen,” Sektiss cooed, forlornly raising one breast upward, “you look pale. Here, perhaps some of Mama’s milk could help…”
Cadance’s horn flared to life, bolstering the concealing enchantment about her crotch. For starters, after having spent a rather trying day arbitrating some petty tax dispute with a business owner, she was in dire need of some stress relief. Secondly and more prudently, she wasn’t about to cave to her carnal desires in front of her offspring; changeling cultural differences or not, wantonly playing with her nude lover in the open wasn’t appropriate for children to see.
“M...Maybe we can take this to your chamber,” she mumbled, feeling the sorcery about her loins straining to endure.
“Yes, my Queen, an excellent idea,” the changeling snickered.
Reaching out, she gently grasped the pony’s hand and turned. Strolling away, moving towards her private room, she pulled Cadance along behind her. Adding a bit of extra sway to every step, she made sure the Princess could appreciate her succulent behind. She’d have the alicorn all to herself, soon enough.
Trailing Sektiss, Cadance couldn’t keep her eyes from the deliciously fat ass of her mistress. Watching the changeling’s buns freely wobble, she gnawed her lip; she knew better than any just how exquisitely soft and supple they were, having sated herself with them innumerable times before. Thankfully, they didn’t have to go far to reach their destination.
Reaching the door to her bedchamber, Sektiss motioned for Cadance to enter. Though she rarely used the personal space for anything - opting to sleep with her young, on most days - having a bit of privacy for herself was still important. What had once been a storage area for rare vintages of wine and champagne now served as her abode.
A large, heart shaped bed - one of the few specialized requests she’d made - occupied the center of the area. Pastel draperies of pink and purple lined the walls, covering the now mostly vacant racks. Considering the space was rarely used, outside of the alicorn’s visits, the sparse decoration was more than adequate.
Releasing Cadance’s hand, Sektiss turned and held a hand to her mouth. “My apologies, my Queen, I forgot to make the bed,” gasped in mock shock, scampering away. Reaching the mattress, with all the speed of a glacier, she bent over to straighten the blankets. “Let me just…”
The sight of her lover’s backside was too much for Cadance to bear. Not only was she treated to an even better view of the girl’s tush, but she was treated to the slightest peek of moistened marehood between the woman’s thighs. With a pop and a crack, the sorcery about her loins failed instantaneously. The sound, accompanied by the sensation of cool air on her sensitive anatomy, left no room for doubt; her greatest secret was exposed.
A flash passed over Sektiss’ eyes, as they locked onto the barely veiled appendage dangling between Cadance’s legs. She’d known the Princess was a dickmare since day one, yet she’d kept the knowledge well guarded. As far as she knew, only Prince Shining Armor and herself were aware of the alicorn’s equipment and neither of them would ever speak a word of it to anyone - it was, after all, one of the things she loved about her Queen.
As badly as she would have loved to fling herself at the alicorn, Sektiss had other plans. She’d already lured Cadance into her room, effortlessly caused the obscuring enchantment on the Princess’ package to shatter, and she had every intention of seeing how far she could push her lover’s resolve. Crawling to the center of the bed, she seated herself.
“My Queen, come to Mama,” she beckoned, casting her arms wide.
Without a thought, Cadance set the small package she was carrying down and began walking towards the bed. The changeling practically bled sensual appeal, from her heavily lidded eyes to her strangely heart-shaped areola. The fabric of her gown gradually tented before her, as her stallionhood grew erect. Reaching the mattress, resting her hands and knees on the padded surface, she crept closer to her lover.
Seeing Cadance’s cock harden and sway, Sektiss’ mouth started to water. No matter how many times she’d seen the absolutely prodigious pillar of pony flesh, it never got old. Shifting in place, restraining herself from jumping on the approaching Princess, she bided her time. Soon enough, she’d get exactly what she wanted, so working up an appetite wasn’t going to harm anything.
Inching nearer, the alicorn gazed at the changeling’s enormous bosoms. Sektiss had always been rather heavy in the chest, though she could swear that her lover’s milk-swollen jugs were bigger than they’d ever been; each colossal beast was bigger than her head, leaving her to shudder at how uncomfortable they must be to lug around.
Noticing where Cadance’s attention lie, Sektiss pawed at her chest. “They’re so heavy, my Queen, and the little ones do little to relieve the weight and pressure,” she lamented, squeezing her mammaries together. The additional pressure to her udders sent milk weakly spraying from her nipples, pattering to the bedsheets. “If only someone could help poor, helpless Sektiss…”
Licking her lips, Cadance couldn’t help grow thirsty. She’s sampled Sektiss’ milk on many occasions and developed a taste for the sweet, creamy beverage. Angling her head downward, leaning in for a taste, something gently rested itself against the back of her head. In the blink of an eye, she found her muzzle smushed against the leaking bosom before her.
“Yesssss,” Sektiss purred, feeling the alicorn begin to nurse, “my Queen must stay strong for our young!”
As strange as it was, she’d grown quite fond of having her breasts suckled. There had been mornings where, to her great shame, she’d clandestinely rub herself while a child or two had been nursing on her. She saw no real harm in it, since she always took care to keep her lower half hidden under a blanket, though it was still a relatively newfound fetish for her. As the Princess drank from her bosom, her sex drooled and grew swollen with excitement.
Swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the rich, nutritious milk, Cadance’s hips reflexively bucked. Since birthing the clutch, Sektiss had become somewhat more assertive with her advances. The brazen acts of seduction, while a bit surprising, were exceptionally arousing and a welcome departure from her usual submissive nature. After her fourth gulp, feeling a soft pat on the back of her neck, she pulled away.
“My Queen,” Sektiss purred, drawing her paramour’s attention upward, “Sektiss feels faint.” Holding the back of one hand to her forehead, she swooned slightly.
“Wait, what’s wrong?” Cadance asked, a pang of unease striking her.
The changeling grabbed her shoulders and lurched forward, setting her off balance and sending her onto her back. The move caught her woefully off guard, leaving her disoriented for a moment, before she realized what was happening. Peering down her chest, she noticed the shapeshifter crawling between her legs.
Reaching out, Sektiss tenderly fondled the alicorn’s hefty, ripe nuts. Bringing her face closer, inhaling the ambrosial musk the Princess exuded, her marehood seized upon itself. Her hand glided upwards and grasped the trunk-like base of Cadance’s member, allowing her to angle the hardened shaft towards her muzzle; locking eyes with her Queen, she ran her tongue around the flared head and slipped it into her maw.
The sight of her mistress worshiping her was only eclipsed by the warm embrace and serpent-like caress of the woman’s tongue. Acting quickly, reaching for one of the many large pillows on the mattress, Cadance jammed the cushion under her head. Since she had no intention of stopping her lustful lover, she saw no reason not to be comfortable for the experience.
Taking a deep breath and relaxing her jaw, Sektiss forced her head forward. Years of experience, paired with her unabashed enthusiasm for pleasing Cadance, had left her body supremely well trained. Massaged its delicate underside with her tongue, the girthy alicorn meat wormed into her throat. Bobbing her head, skillfully working the tool in her muzzle, she rested her chest on the alicorn’s thighs.
Cadance hissed with barely contained bliss, as her medial ring slipped past her lover’s pouting lips. Flexing instinctively, her hips drove another inch of her stallionhood into Sektiss’ snout; there had been a time when she would have apologized profusely for plugging the woman’s airway, though that had been long ago. She knew the changeling liked - no - loved when she was assertive, so she didn’t stop herself.
Feeling the alicorn buck into her face, Sektiss was compelled to reciprocate. Applying vacuum on the backstrokes, she swabbed her gullet with the fat fuck-stick. Shifting slightly, working one hand under her waist, she kneaded her now sopping wet loins. Though she had no need to warm herself up, she couldn’t help but get off to servicing such a godly tool.
Taking breaths when she could, loudly slurping around the length of Princess dick, she torqued her head from side to side. As content as she would be getting a stomach full of Cadance’s load, she had other plans in mind. Pushing herself up, retracting the slickened shaft from her esophagus, she suckled the pre-cum from its tip and gave it a little kiss.
“Does my Queen feel a bit more relaxed,” Sektiss murmured, coiling her tongue around the now rigid prick.
Cadance merely nodded in response. In truth, she was feeling anything but relaxed. After the long day and the sublime blowjob, she was more pent up than ever. As she went to move, hoping she’d finally get to plow her mate, the shapeshifter inched closer.
“Forgive me, my Queen, if I just…” Sektiss trailed off, nestling the marecock between her tits.
Shuffling forward on her knees, resting on her haunches, the head of Cadance’s shaft peeked from the top of her vast cleavage. Rocking forward and back, while she firmly sandwiched the Princess’ member in her rack, she massaged its length with her bosoms. Between the copious saliva and steady flow of pre-cum, there was more than enough lube for the act.
“They’re just so full and heavy,” she cooed, applying more pressure to her chest. Almost immediately, her teats began to spray milk onto the Princess and bedspread. Besides giving her swollen breasts a bit of relief, forcing herself to energetically lactate, it was quite the display.
Cadance stared in open awe, while she was showered in the rich cream. It’s been the first time she’d ever seen anything of the sort, outside of visiting a dairy farm - needless to say, she couldn’t help herself from joining in. Leaning forward, pinching one of Sektiss’ nipples in each hand, she gave the sensitive buds a small squeeze.
“Yes!” Sektiss groaned, shivering in delight.
Thrusting upward, fucking the changeling’s tits, Cadance’s enthusiasm started to get the better of her. Tugging at the woman’s breasts, feeling the warm milk flowing over her fingers, she watched her glans disappear and reappear from Sektiss’ cleavage - that was, until the shapeshifter lowered her head.
Wrapping her lips around the broad head of Princess flesh, Sektiss provided what oral she could. She was only able to get the first inch or two into her mouth, given their position, though Cadance didn’t seem to mind. Humming to herself, savoring the salty, cloying flavor of her lover’s pre, she did what she could to elevate the experience.
Cadance was so captivated that she nearly forgot one crucial item. Glancing to the side, spying the item she’d brought with her to the catacombs, she released her paramour’s chest. She knew that if she didn’t stop herself, she’d soon be painting the changeling’s face and torso with her essence. Patting the girl’s breast, her bucking hips ground to a halt.
“Wait,” she softly stated, causing Sektiss to slow. Pushing the woman away, awkwardly squirming from under the changeling, she rolled to the side of the bed.
“D...Did Sektiss do something to displease you, my Queen?” Sektiss hesitantly stuttered, fearful that she’d done something wrong.
“No, not at all,” Cadance responded, getting to her feet. Walking over, retrieving the small parcel, she turned and trotted back towards the bed. “I commissioned something for you,” she continued, offering the box to her lover.
“My Queen, no! Sektiss is but a humble drone! She am not deserving of such things!” Sektiss modestly admitted, blushing slightly.
Changelings rarely, if ever, exchanged any sort of gifts; if anything, punishments for misdeeds or perceived slights were far more common. Sure, Cadance had given her presents before, but those were on exceedingly special occasions. As far as she knew, she’d done nothing to deserve such a tribute.
“But you have! Just open it!” Cadance urged, practically beaming at the shapeshifter.
Knitting her brow, unwilling to disobey her Queen, Sektiss did as she was asked. Carefully opening the box, her eyes widened in shock. There, resting on a small ornamental pad, sat a crown. Forged of a blueish silver metal - platinum, if she had to guess, - each leaf held a brilliant sapphire. It was, without a doubt, the most beautiful headdress she’d ever seen.
Seating herself beside the changeling, Cadance quietly watched the woman’s reaction - that was, until she saw a tear roll down Sektiss’ cheek. “I...Is it not-” she was cut off, as her lover bowled her over.
“My Queen!” Sektiss bleated, crying into the alicorn’s chest. “Sektiss does not deserve you!”
Smiling to herself, wrapping her arms around her lover’s shoulders, Cadance consoled the overwhelmed changeling. “It’s just that, well, you are my Princess. I thought it was only fitting, since we’re raising a family now.”
Moved beyond all reasoning, Sektiss openly sobbed and rubbed her face between the Princess’ bosoms. The crown was a testament to everything she’d dreamt of, cementing her pace as Cadance’s lover. Clambering up the alicorn’s frame, she peppered the dickmare’s chest, heck, and cheek with kisses.
“Sektiss will never ever leave you,” she sputtered, lavishing her lover with affection. “Sektiss will be your broodmare and Princess for the rest of her days!”
The sensation of the voluptuous changeling gyrating on Cadance, feeling her tool ground upon by Sektiss’ steamy loins, reignited her sensual desires. Snatching up the fitfully discarded crown, she rested it on Sektiss’ head. The small action inspired her with an idea, reminding her that…
“Every Princess deserves a throne,” Cadance snickered, pecking her paramour’s snout.
Sektiss nodded vigorously, scrambling to straddle the alicorn. It wasn’t the first time she’d been offered a royal seat before, so she knew the routine. As she went to swing one leg over the Princess’ waist, something grabbed her wrist. Peering downward, seeing the reluctant grin on her mate’s face, she paused.
“Maybe we could do a reverse?” Cadance sweetly asked.
“Yes, of course!” Sektiss hastily responded. Turning in place to face away from her lover, she mounted the alicorn. Arching her back, resting her palms to the side of Cadance’ head, she raised her waist. The position would work, though she might need…
“I...if you could…” she mumbled.
Clutching the root of her length, Cadance angled her member towards the changeling’s slavering marehood. Since she couldn’t see what she was doing, she was left to go by feel. Sensing the heat of her mate’s humid entrance, she rammed her hips upwards. In an instant, the first few inches of her shaft buried themselves within the changeling.
Slowly lowered her body, sighing with delight, Sektiss impaled herself. Resting her backside on Cadance’s waist, she wriggled in contentment. Nothing in the world held a candle to the indescribable sense of fullness her lover afforded. Bracing her arms and legs, ensuring she wouldn’t be bucked off, she clenched her stuffed cunt.
The unmistakable signal of increased snugness around her girth caused Cadance to start moving. Taking her time, relishing her mate’s velvety interior, she thrusted into the woman. While she’d bedded a few mares in her youth, none could compare to the abject divinity of Sektiss’ embrace. Even after years of rutting her mistress, her confines were still wonderfully cozy and taut.
Taking her time, she lazily pistoned into the changeling above her. Though she was unable to see the woman’s expression, the squeaks and squeals of joy filling the air more than made up for it. Caressing her lover’s hands, she laced her fingers with Sektiss’ own.
The seemingly small gesture of affection spurred Sektiss to reciprocate, driving her passion to greater heights. While she would have been happy to let the alicorn make use of her, fucking her from below, she’d be remiss not taking a more active role. Raising and lowering her rear, she synchronized her movements with Cadance.
Cadance grunted, as her waist was driven downward by the changeling’s cushiony rump. She was well aware that the act of enthusiasm wasn’t meant as a slight, so it sparked a certain eagerness within her. Unlike the amorous time she spent with Shining, allowing him to take her as his mare, she was in control - she was the alpha. With a particularly forceful thrust, she elicited a throaty moan from her mate.
Clamping her marehood on the upstrokes, while relaxing on her descents, Sektiss milked the dickmare like a seasoned veteran. Looking down her torso, between her wildly heaving breasts, she spied a bulge from within her abdomen. Given Cadance’s size, it wasn’t uncommon for the imprint of the Princess’ dick to be seen, yet it was always a captivating and supremely arousing sight.
With the warmth of imminent release steadily growing within her, she steadied herself on one hand. Reaching to her groin, she shamelessly tweaked and toyed with her clit. Soon her Queen would cum, bloating her with regal spunk, and the thought alone was enough to get her off. Easing herself down, she rested her back against Cadance.
Plowing faster and harder with each passing second, Cadance flew into a rut-lust. Though Sektiss’ movements had dulled substantially, her vehement fucking more than made up for the loss. She realized she wasn’t going to last long, after the tit job and oral from earlier, so she pulled out all the stops.
“Yes, my Queen!” Sektiss mewled, as the Princess frantically plowed her like a field in spring. “Breed me! Sire more foals with me!” she pleaded, yearning to be used. It was, in a very real sense, what she was made for and the thought drove her wild.
Hearing the plea, Cadance thrusted in a frenzy. She’d already produced an entire brood of gorgeous young changelings - each of which would make fine additions to the Crystal Empire - so why not go for broke. Sektiss was her Princess, more than deserving to birth her foals, and she was hers and hers alone. Screwing her eyes shut, gritting her teeth, she was overcome with the blissful tide of rapture.
So enrapt by the moment was Sektiss that she failed to take note of the flaring cock in her depths. It was only when she felt it throb violently, stretching her canal fractionally wider, that she knew the time had come. Howling like a claimed mare, her voice reverberating throughout the catacombs beneath the palace, she came with the full fury of a supernova.
Heedless of the spasming, gushing cunt around her colossal tool, Cadance disgorged her load into Sektiss’ ravenous womb. Panting the changeling’s interior with her essence, she fertilized untold dozens of eggs with her seed. Soon their family would grow to a legion - nay, army. Grunting furiously, she sent pint after pint spunk into her mate.
The sensation of her belly distending, swelling with the monumental influx of cum, was singular. Her body, stretched to its limit, was racked with lightning bolts of pure, unrefined pleasure. If heaven was real, it had to feel like being bred by an alicorn goddess. Her climax was punctuated with orgasmic aftershocks, each stronger than the last, virtually fracturing her sanity. Gibbering, crying out to the heavens for more, she fought to maintain consciousness.
After what felt like an eternity, the flow of Cadance’s seed slowed. Panting, supporting Sektiss’ weight, she resigned herself to rest. Her dress was likely ruined and she was covered in sweat, though she was filled with the post-coitus euphoria of a satisfying bedding. Kissing her mate’s neck and back, she hugged her lover.
On the brink of blacking out, awash in a level of ecstasy only her Queen could deliver, Sektiss shivered from head to toe. If she wasn’t knocked up, she’d be extraordinarily surprised. A rutting from Cadance’s could easily force any drone to ovulate and she was no exception. Trembling, heaving herself to the side, she collapsed beside the Princess.
Rolling to stay connected with Sektiss, ensuring her length stay entombed in the changeling’s depths, Cadance spooned with her paramour. Bringing her snout to the woman’s ear, gently nibbling the delicate flesh, she breathed heavily. “I love you…” she whispered, holding her close.
The romantic admission elicited another spontaneous climax from Sektiss. She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve the affection of the Princess of Love, but she wished it would never end. Filled with the hot seed of her Queen, pushing back against the alicorn, she couldn’t be happier. For the rest of her days, she’d do anything and everything for the pony who had won her heart…