And a Carnal Convalescence
“W...wha,” Chrysalis groaned, pushing herself off the cool stone floor. Wearily peering around the chamber, spying a number of accoutrements, she dully shook her head.
Finding herself freed from her stony prison was disorienting enough, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. Being able to move and having her senses returned, while refreshing, did little to quell her confusion. She was buck naked in some unknown location, without having the foggiest clue as to how long she’d been petrified.
The last thing she remembered was lunging at Twilight Sparkle and her insipid gaggle of diverse friends. After being blasted by Discord and the group of assembled creatures, a vague sense of coldness overtook her and everything went black. Needless to say, she had not expected to awaken in what appeared to be a fully stocked bedroom.
The spacious chamber was well adorned, containing a large bed, dresser, vanity, and a trunk in one corner. The walls, ceiling, and floors all appeared to be hewn from granite, although they’d been smoothed to an almost mirror polish. There were a grand total of three doorways within the room; two of which were open and led to what looked to be a closet and a bathroom. For all intents and purposes, the boudoir resembled a rather lavish apartment or hotel suite.
“Knock knock,” a voice called, accompanied by a light rapping on the closed door.
Scrambling to her feet, steadying herself on the nearby bureau, Chrysalis peered at what had to be the entryway. Bewildered and weakened as she was, dealing with a visitor was less than ideal - then again, she had a great many questions which needed to be addressed. Someone had clearly released her and, if she had to guess, placed her within the room where she found herself.
“Who dares,” Chrysalis hissed, making sure her voice carried to the entryway.
Whether or not she was about to face her savior, she had no intention of abandoning her dignity and she certainly wasn’t going to fawn over who or whatever had liberated her. As the Queen of the changelings, she was well within her bounds to command some respect. Standing straight and brushing herself off, she faced the slowly opening doorway.
“Just wanted to pop in on you, hope I’m not intruding at a bad time,” a mare announced, stepping into view.
Covered in pale magenta fur, with a mane of cerise, turquoise, and violet, the unicorn strode into view. Relatively short and young looking, no older than a pony in her late teens, she bore a slender, relatively svelte build. Smiling sheepishly, she gazed over at the Queen with a pair of striking, opal-blue eyes. Dressed in simple sundress and a pair of sandals, she appeared to be just a common pony. Whoever she was, her demeanor seemed friendly enough, although looks could be deceiving.
“How are you feeling? Is there anything I can get you?” the mare politely asked, closing the door behind herself.
“Who are you and where am I?” Chrysalis growled, knitting her brow and ignoring the kindly question.
“Oh boy, straight to the point, I like that,” the unicorn snickered. “Well, for starters, you’re beneath the palace of the Crystal Empire. Nobody knows you’re here, so don’t worry about anyone looking for you, if that’s something you were worried about. As for who I am,” she murmured, extending a pair of wings from behind her back.
Chrysalis stood mute, askance at who she was looking at. “Flurry?!” she blurted, finally finding her voice.
“The one and only,” the alicorn giggled.
“How...what…” the changeling sputtered, unable to wrap her head around what she was seeing. If the Princess was that old, she must have been imprisoned for nearly two decades. Shaking her head and gathering her thoughts, she composed herself. “Why are you here?”
“Because I freed you, you goof,” Flurry casually responded, closing the door behind herself and walking closer to her guest.
“Why?” Chrysalis whispered.
“A few reasons. Do you mind if I sit?” the Princess began, pointing to the bed. The shapeshifting Matriarch reluctantly shook her head, leaving several feet between them. Easing herself down, she perched on the edge of the padded surface and extended her hands. “For starters, I don’t think it was fair that you got locked up the way you did; even if there were unreformed changelings around, you wouldn’t be all that big of a threat. Secondly, and this is just a little selfish, I always wanted to meet you.”
“Let me get this right,” Chrysalis muttered, pinching the bridge of her snout. “You would have me believe that a Princess released me, of her own volition, purely because she felt like it wasn’t fair?”
“Pretty much, yeah,” Flurry nonchalantly replied. “Listen, it’s not like I don’t know what you did, but that was a long time ago. Fillies and colts read about you in school, although there aren’t many alive who remember you. Hell, hardly anyone ever went to visit your statue!”
“Wait...How long has it been?” the changeling rebuked, scowling.
The alicorn thought for a moment, subconsciously counting off on her fingers. “About two hundred years, give or take a decade or two.”
“You jest,” Chrysalis darkly murmured, squinting at her host.
“Nah, I’m serious. I’m an alicorn, we don’t age like other ponies. Before you ask, yes, the other Princesses are still around. Mom and Dad rule over the Crystal Empire, Celestia and Luna are still in retirement, and Twilight - using some sort of magical friendship bullshit - currently resides over most of Equestria with her long lived friends as advisors. If you ask me, they’re all really boring,” Flurry tittered.
“I...What?” the Matriarch croaked, taken aback by the information.
“Please, as if you didn’t think the same thing. They all just sit around, holding hands and whiling away their days relaxing,” the Princess glibly added, dismissively waving a hand.
“Judging from your crass and flippant demeanor, I presume you don’t lump yourself in with them,” Chrysalis noted, folding her arms over her chest.
Glancing over at the shapeshifter’s bare bosoms - in particular the erect nipples - Flurry cleared her throat. “There are clothes in the dresser and everything should be your size.”
“What? Does my immodesty bother you?” Chrysalis scoffed, cupping one breast in each hand. “I’m a changeling, I don’t need clothes; I can become whoever or whatever I want, whenever I want. If this is too much for a whelp like yourself to handle, I suggest you take your leave…”
The slightest grin split the alicorn’s face, before she guffawed. “Oh shit no, I absolutely love it. Mom and Dad constantly bitch that I don’t wear a bra around the castle or when I go into town. If they knew I went around commando, I guarantee they’d flip their shit!” she laughed, patting her crotch.
The Queen leered over at the vulgar alicorn. “For the offspring of Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor, you’re remarkably unrefined.”
“Don’t let them fool you; those two might act all prudish, but they’re total freaks in the bedroom. I swear I’ve heard Mom pegging Dad before, but don’t tell anyone that,” the Princess whispered, shooting her guest a conspiratorial wink.
“Wouldn’t surprise me, considering he always seems to have a stick up his ass,” Chrysalis murmured, rolling her eyes at the thought.
The alabaster stallion had been, for all of his shortcomings, a rather succulent morsel to dine off for love. She’d stumbled upon that knowledge by chance, after devising her scheme to conquer Canterlot and overthrow the Equestrian diarchy. Having him around to feed upon had been a pleasant surprise - if only a temporary one. Reminiscing on the thought of draining him dry, her stomach grumbled.
“Say, Chrysy, did you ever, you know, help yourself to my Dad?” Flurry inquired, kicking her feet over the side of the bed. “I asked him about it once but he got super peeved and grounded me for a week.”
“That’s Queen Chrysalis and, if you must know, no, I didn’t lay a finger on him,” the Matriarch groused. “I simply absorbed his essence and…” she drew quiet, watching the Princess tug at the hem of her dress. “What are you doing…?”
“As if I didn’t hear that rumbly in your tumbly,” Flurry snickered, slowly dragging the thin fabric up her legs. “I thought you might want some breakf-”
“Please, please don’t tell me you suspected we fed off lust,” Chrysalis sighed.
“No, but you can. If what I read is right, feasting off of sexual energy was the funnest way to do it - that is, if the accounts were correct,” Flurry clarified, flopping to her back. “I just figured - come on,” she griped, wiggling in place and pulling the dress up her waist. “I thought you might be a bit peckish, that’s all.”
“You would presume I’d sate myself on some slatternly young Princess,” the shapeshifter huffed, disinterestedly watching the alicorn strip.
As the light fabric crossed over her crotch, she was given a view of the alicorn’s loins. Since she was standing a few feet away, and at an odd angle, she couldn’t see it perfectly, but it almost looked as if the Princess had trimmed her pastel bush into some sort of shape. More than a little curious, she stepped over to get a better look.
“It’s supposed to be Sombra’s horn,” Flurry noted, resting her hands to either side of her shamelessly displayed mound, “but I didn’t get it quite right.”
“How droll,” Chrysalis remarked, peering down at the neatly shaven crotch. “Quite the fan of villainy, are we?”
“Kinda, yeah. I always thought that - stupid dress - you guys were pretty cool,” the Princess continued, finally managing to wriggle out of the garment. Tossing the article to the side, she rested her head on her hands. “You enjoying the view down there?”
Chrysalis scrunched her snout, dragging her attention from the marehood before her to the girl’s face. She wasn’t about to admit it, but the Princess practically exuded a miasma of carnal energy; whether or not it was due to Flurry’s youth and seemingly rebellious nature, she couldn’t say, but the scent was damn near ambrosial. As her eyes wandered over the supine alicorn, her pulse quickened slightly.
Flurry’s form was, in a sense, rather captivating. Not too toned, yet hardly chubby, what little fat she had was exquisitely deposited over her frame. Her bosoms, while a relatively modest C cup, were perky and suited her well. The icing on the cake, though, was the impish look the Princess held - it smacked of lascivious intent.
“So, Queen Chrysalis, how about a little snack?” Flurry purred.
“I think I’ll abstain, thanks,” Chrysalis breathed, trying not to ogle her host.
“Awwwww,” the Princess whined, lifting and splaying her legs, “and I was really hoping that I’d get my world rocked by the biggest, baddest bug that ever was…”
“I…” Chrysalis swallowed hard, gazing down at the alicorn’s sopping wet loins.
Standing at the side of the bed, with an unfettered view of her host’s slickened marehood, her mouth began to water. Given the circumstances, including the fact that she hadn’t had anything to eat in over a century, her body subconsciously responded. Blood rushed to the dangling harlequin flesh at her loins, swelling the appendage and causing it to gradually rise.
As a changeling Queen, her biology diverged from standard drones in a number of ways. Not only did she stand a full head and shoulders above any of her peasant kin, but she was also immeasurably more powerful in physical and sorcerous might. She bore full, luscious breasts, broad hips, an ample ass, and a fearsome tool. Doubling as an ovipositor, should she wish to egg a potential mate, her equipment was more than adequate to fill nearly any roles and/or hole.
Besides the balls which hung from her groin, with each prolific teste able to produce pints of spunk daily, she maintained a number of viable ovum within her abdomen. Should the need arise, she could impregnate virtually any living creature to continue her lineage. She was, in a very real sense, a breeding machine made flesh and, apparently, the licentious Princess had heard tell of her abilities.
“Sweet merciful Celestia!” Flurry exclaimed, launching herself into a seated position. Leaning forward, damn near drooling, she stared with wide eyed wonder at the changeling’s colossal equipment. “H...holy hell, I figured it would be big, but I didn’t think you were hung like that…”
“Hmmhmmhmm - it is rather impressive, isn’t it,” Chrysalis mused, absentmindedly stroking herself while the Princess stroked her ego. She’d always had a fondness for admiration, so the flattery did little to quell her growing interest. “If I were to oblige your request, what would you have me-”
“Ruin me! Just fucking pin me down and use any hole you want. Pack my fertile little womb with eggs or every glorious drop of the seed you’ve got stored in those cum tanks - hell, maybe both! Can you do both?!” Flurry cried. “Holy fuck, I’d look like such a slut. Walking around the castle, looking nine months pregnant with a trail of hot spunk creeping down my inner thigh,” she continued, visibly shivering with excitement.
“Oh I mostly certainly can do both,” Chrysalis smugly reassured. Stepping forward, still grasping the base of her cock, she playfully slapped the girl’s cheek with its moistened tip. “You certainly are an enthusiastic little thing, aren’t you?”
The intoxicating aroma of raw, primal longing was palpable, sending bolts of anticipation through her. Beyond her sexual yearnings, including her baser desires to reproduce, the alicorn’s brazen desires stirred a ravenous hunger within her. With the prospect of killing two birds with one supremely hefty stone, there was only one question which lingered.
“How do I know this isn’t some trap?” she asked, hooking a finger under the Princess’ chin and lifting her face upward.
“If it was a trap, I wouldn’t be able to get any action from that fat fuck-stick of yours,” Flurry evenly responded, peering up at the matriarch’s eyes. “And if that thing can do half the damage I think it can - boy howdy - I am not about to let anyone else get their grubby little hands on it.”
As badly as Chrysalis wanted to believe the alicorn’s words, she held firmly to a grain of distrust. She’d just met the mare - well, outside of being an infant - and she couldn’t be completely sure that ill intent wasn’t at play. Leering down at the girl, she leaned in.
“And why should I trust you?” she breathed, her face a hair’s breadth from the Princess.
“Because you wouldn’t be here without me, I’m the only Princess who hasn’t tried to imprison or reform you, and because I’m soaking the bed sheets thinking about that monster cock you’ve got. How about you think with your boner and just fuck a clutch into me,” Flurry countered, shooting forward and giving the shapeshifter’s snout a peck.
Reclining, without so much as another word, the Princess ran her hands over her thighs and to her crotch. Swinging her legs open, like some wanton strumpet begging for some service, she sank two fingers into her snatch and spread her meaty folds. Either she was a damn good actress or she was very seasoned at slinging leg - either way, it fractured the changeling’s resolve.
Grabbing one of the randy royal’s ankles in each hand, pulling the mare’s legs further apart, Chrysalis stepped forward. One of the benefits of her kind was total control of their equipment, so there was little need to guide herself to the inviting entrance beneath her. As if drawn by the siren’s call of a fertile mate, her tool lowered itself and prodded the alicorn’s marehood.
“To think I’d be freed and get to rut a Princess all in one day. If I didn’t know any better, I’d -” Chrysalis’ taunting diatribe was cut woefully short, as a pale golden aura vehemently pulled her waist forward. Without preamble or so much as the slightest warmup, she found nearly the entirety of her shaft entombed within the girl.
“Less talking, more fucking,” Flurry chided, laboriously using her magic to force the shapeshifter to start humping.
Glowering down at the harlot, Chrysalis lent her strength to the endeavor. If the little hussy wanted a hard dicking so badly - by the stars - that’s exactly what she was going to get. Bracing her legs, taking a wide stance, she drilled into the mare. Regardless of the Princess’ impulsive and borderline fetishistic desire, she saw no reason to pull out all the stops - at least, not yet.
A contented sigh escaped her, as she banged the girl. Hot and snug, Flurry’s depths were a welcome breakfast from her centuries-long abstinence. Closing her eyes, savoring the silken interior of her impetuous mate, she attempted to enjoy the moment - that was, until the sound of whorish moaning became too much to bear. Her lip curled, as she willed her member to increase in girth.
While having a definitive natural state, she could alter the dimensions of her equipment to suit her needs. More often than not, she had to reduce the size of her tool, simply to spare her partners the full wrath of her colossal size, yet that wasn’t the case with the alicorn. If she had to put Flurry in her place, through skill or the magnitude of her unit, so be it.
“Fuck yes!” Flurry bleated, bucking her hips with every thrust. “This is so much better than those lovey-dovey changelings.”
“Indeed,” Chrysalis arrogantly noted, ruthlessly hammering into the girl. “Do go on, tell me more…”
Intentionally slamming the blunted tip of her spear against the Princess’ cervix, hoping to break the mare’s composure, the changeling’s plans backfired spectacularly. Crying out in bliss, the girl’s hands flew to her breasts; with a savageness bordering on the masochistic, she twisted and pulled the delicate buds of flesh. The sight, while somewhat vexing, stoked the sadistic fires within the Matriarch and spurred her to plow even harder.
“S...so - oh God - so good!” Flurry mewled. Somehow, despite being packed full of nearly a foot of extraordinarily broad dick, she clamped down around the mammoth appendage.
Scrunching her snout in frustration, Chrysalis cursed beneath her breath. If she couldn’t break the mare with size or sheer force, another tactic would be necessary; fortunately, she had several cards up her nonexistent sleeve. Flexing her abs, willing her innards to contort, she forced several eggs into her pistoning shaft.
Each ovum was roughly the size of a chicken’s; alone, they weren’t that large but, when added to the already substantial size of her cock, they nearly doubled her equipment’s girth. Soft and relatively pliable, having a similar consistency to a gummy candy, each egg crept through her length, stretching the mare’s already stuffed confines.
Hilting, just as the first of nearly a dozen eggs reached the tip of her length, she deposited the squishy sphere into the Princess’ womb. Withdraw, breathe, plunge: the cycle was repeated as she pumped ovum after ovum into Flurry’s graciously offered depths. Forcing herself to have an oviposition-based climax, while pleasant, wasn’t nearly as satisfying as watching the mare crumble under her withering assault.
Howling to the heavens, damn near convulsing in rapture, Flurry suffered through what may have been the most cataclysmic orgasm Chrysalis had ever witnessed. If she hadn’t been impaled on an impressive length of bug meat, while simultaneously having her legs held apart, she would have likely seized herself off the bed; thankfully, that wasn’t the case.
Releasing the girl’s ankles, letting her legs fall limply to the floor, Chrysalis withdrew her semi-rigid length and haughty smirked at her mate. “I hope you’re not too broken, I’m not -”
“J...just - cough - give me a s...second,” Flurry rasped, pawing at her slightly distended belly. “Fuck, I can feel ‘em in there.”
“And they’ll only get bigger. In a few days, you’ll…” Chrysalis fell mute, watching the Princess languidly roll to her side, onto her belly, and push herself up.
Pawing for a pillow and pulling it under herself, Flurry shuffled backwards. With her knees precariously resting at the edge of the mattress, lifting and swinging her tail to the side, she eased her chest down to the bed. Peeking over her shoulder at the imposing changeling, she rested her head on the cushion she’d snatched.
“Now baste those bad boys and girls with that hot foal-batter you’ve been hoarding,” she goaded, wiggling her upturned rump from side to side.
For the first time in untold ages, Chrysalis was left speechless. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time a partner, be it mare or stallion, had wanted more from her after getting a clutch dumped into them. Getting egged was a far more intense experience, typically speaking, compared to being creampied. Steeling herself, she got into position behind the Princess.
“Just don’t blame me if you’re walking funny for a week,” she hissed. Sinking her fingers into the alicorn’s delightfully supple hips, she drove her length into the mare’s slavering cunt.
The girl’s canal was still astonishingly taut, to her surprise, but she wouldn’t allow herself to enjoy it too much. Beyond the physical pleasure, she’d take far more enjoyment from undoing the needy Princess. Tightening her grip and causing her titanic member to swell marginally larger, she mercilessly pounded the mare like the she-stud she was.
Save for the occasional spontaneous and often vulgar outburst from Flurry, the air was filled with the sound of heavy breaths and the rhythmic Whud Whud Whud of their bodies colliding. Though they made no noise, the Matriarch could easily imagine the massive load of eggs sloshing around within the Princess’ womb.
From her vantage, she couldn’t see the mare’s distended belly, although the sight she was treated to was pleasing enough. The alabaster tush impacted against her waist, sending ripples through lightly furred flesh of her mate. She found the backstrokes particularly inviting, witnessing her vividly colored length slip from Flurry’s clinging, rosy pink confines before being rammed back inside.
Startlingly enough, the Princess’ ferocity mirrored her own. Throwing her ass back, synchronizing their movements perfectly, the girl matched her zeal. Before being trapped in her stony prison, she’d gone nearly a month without releasing her bountiful and profoundly virile spunk, so she could only imagine just how bloated Flurry would be with the impending load.
Flurry shifted, worming one hand under her chest while simultaneously reaching for her groin. It only took Chrysalis a moment to realize the degenerate was, once again, getting herself off to the brutal experience. Furiously massaging and tweaking her clit, as she doubtlessly pinched one teat, she toyed with herself throughout the fucking.
“You really are a hopeless degenerate, aren’t you?” Chrysalis flatly remarked, unsure of if she was impressed or disgusted.
“S...says the one who’s deep-dicking a Princess,” Flurry countered, her movements unceasing.
Practically gorging herself on the lecherous alicorn’s energy, Chrysalis found herself growing slowly disinterested in the event. Half of the fun of fucking someone into a stupor, for her, was the conquest of her partner. She did have tactics which, if properly employed, could leave Flurry utterly devastated, although they’d require preparation and time - as things were, she had neither.
“Mmmmm,” she theatrically moaned, transitioning from slow, steady strokes to a rapid jackhammering, “I’m so close.”
“Yes!” Flurry brayed, violently clenching her snatch around the gargantuan cock. “Knock me up you magnificent bitch!”
Gritting her teeth, Chrysalis brought herself to a second climax. Her balls churned, sending a torrent of roiling cum surging through her shaft. Jamming the flaring head of her dick against the Princess’ inner gate, she unleashed a tsunami of her essence. The influx of spunk into Flurry evoked yet another ruinous orgasm from the girl.
Squirting a heady cocktail of feminine juices and changeling jizz from her straining marehood, the Princess painted Chrysalis’ waist and upper thighs. Though neither could see it clearly, her gut ballooned outward, inflating and expanding beneath her. Between the clutch of eggs and the pints worth of potent seed, her belly came to rest against the mattress.
“T...there,” Chrysalis wheezed, dully withdrawing her softening length from the girl’s abused sex. Just as the head of her tool popped free, she issued a cruel slap to the Princess’ backside. “Don’t forget to clench. I’d hate for you to lose a drop,” she added, turning away and strutting towards the bathroom. She had little doubt that the Princess would be where she left her, lying in a pool of cooling effluence atop the mattress, upon her return.
Truth be told, the encounter had left her rather weary. While she had feasted to the point of bursting, a weariness settled over her. It was like helping one’s self to an exceptionally large meal; nourishing though it was, she wanted little more than to shower and rest. Unfortunately, the alicorn wasn’t quite finished with her.
She hadn’t made it two steps away from the bed, before a magical light surrounded her. Hauled from the floor and dragged backwards, before being levitated into the air, she looked around in confusion. With a resounding Pomf, she landed squarely on her back atop the mattress. It happened so fast that she lost her bearings, leaving her vulnerable, and it was her doom.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Flurry huffed, unceremoniously mounting the shapeshifter and impaling herself on the semi-rigid length of bug meat with startling speed. Having received two rounds of relatively rough rutting, her entrance yielded next to no resistance to the tremendous intrusion.
Without waiting for a reply, completely content to fuck herself like some hedonistic cowgirl, the Princess started bouncing. Given the added heft of cum and ovum, she lent her sorcerous power to the endeavor. Between her youthful strength and mystical might, she handled the task with shocking ease.
To say Chrysalis was nonplussed would be an understatement. She’d miscalculated the depths of the mare’s wanton desires, underestimated Flurry’s degeneracy, and she was not prepared to deal with a tramp of the Princess’ magnitude. Even though she was fairly spent, her body was forced into overdrive. Like some potent drug, the desires of her paramour goaded her to action.
Admittedly, the view was downright sublime. The Princess bucked and gyrated, causing her bosoms and obscenely swollen belly to sway and jostle. Peering down her chest, between her breasts, she watched her tool wildly disappear and reappear from the moist confines of heavenly marehood atop her. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she reciprocated the alicorn’s movements.
“Come on, is that all you got?” Flurry scolded, tugging at the changeling’s sensitive teats with her magic.
The chastising added insult to injury, provoking Chrysalis further. Clapping her hands on the girl’s hips, she applied more force. If she had to go all out, possibly to the point of exhaustion, so be it. Driving her waist upward, to meet the mare’s downward plunges, she dredged forth the determination to persevere.
Seconds passed, then minutes, and yet Flurry showed no signs of slowing. She’d cum at least another two times, only slowing marginally throughout her ecstasy, although it was like fighting against some great insatiable beast. In spite of her best efforts, she was steadily losing ground.
Her transmutative abilities gradually waned, overtaken by the rapturous haze of overpowering lust, reverting her cock back to its natural, albeit still impressive size. With her strength leaving her, as each moment slipped by, she fell into a drunken and overstimulated stupor. Intoxicated beyond belief, her motions grew dulled - that was, until an unimaginable force seized her.
The very fiber of her being went alight with unimaginable bliss. It was like every nerve within her activated, overwhelming her with a pleasure like she had never known. Throwing her head back, thrashing violently beneath the mare, she lost control of herself. Her reproductive organs activated instantaneously and with full fury, disgorging a chaotic mixture of spunk and ovum up and into her length.
The influx of love magic was, in a word, catastrophic. The Queen shook from head to toe, as the unseemly mixture of jizz and eggs coursed through her shaft and into the Princess. Her existence was consumed by a blinding light of raw passion and unrestrained ecstasy. Never before had she suffered through something so apocalyptically profound, leaving her a barely conscious mass of quivering flesh and tattered thoughts.
Barely cognizant, able to do nothing more than to haul air into her lungs, her limbs went slack. Some vast weight shifted above her, followed immediately by a cool sensation on her nethers, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. All her senses were dulled, muted by the fog of a pernicious post-coitus stupor. Eventually, after some nebulous length of time, a gentle pat on her leg caused her to stir - if only just - and drew attention downward.
Flurry, in all her resplendently seed and egg engorged glory, shakily stepped off the bed. Smiling back at her, looking as if she was on the cusp of delivering septuplets, she smiled. Somehow, as infuriatingly confounding as it was, the Princess was not only able to shakily walk away but issue a parting wave.
“Not too bad, for having been blue-balled for over a hundred years. Same time tomorrow?” she casually asked, shambling towards the door.
The best that Chrysalis could do was issue a noncommittal grunt. Although she’d been thoroughly undone by her hubris, her steadfastness had been tried and tempered. She may have been battered, bruised, suffering from minor dehydration, and possibly post traumatic stress disorder, yet she was far from throwing in the towel. As the alicorn’s perky, youthful ass disappeared from view, unsteadily retreating out of her suite, she scowled.
While Flurry may have been the salacious succubus-like fruit of Prince Shining Armor and Princess Cadance loins, she was Queen of the changelings. Some half-pint trollop Princess would not best her, so long as she drew breath. Pushing herself up and crawling to the edge of the mattress, she glowered at the closed door of her chamber. Next time, she would be ready. Flurry may have won the battle, but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to win the war…