With the changelings on the verge of destruction, Queen Chrysalis has no choice but to seek amends with the ponies.
Not long after their defeat in Canterlot, the changelings retreated to regroup in their home territory; now a barren wasteland. Queen Chrysalis had held on to the hope that they could find a way to survive on their own, but her time has ran out. With no other options at her disposal, she decides she has to risk making amends with the ponies for the good of her hive.
Originally written and sold in the "Teats for Tat" pony art pack, featuring huge tits. Sold version was edited slightly to avoid using OC's. This version is the original.
Fetishes: anal, analingus, big tits, lactation, oviposition
You are Queen Chrysalis, beautiful leader of the changelings, ruler of.... Ruler of. You sigh to yourself. Your lands are dry and barren, and your reserves have long since been used up. The situation is becoming desperate rather quickly. You're currently standing at your decaying stone castle balcony, looking out over lands that you were once proud to call yours. Now they seem to only leave a pit in your stomach. You can feel it even through the starvation. You lean over your balcony and look around at the ground immediately below. Changelings everywhere you look, and most aren't moving much, if at all. If something doesn't change very soon, you will be their last leader. The one that ended the changeling line through incompetence.
"No!" you shout to yourself. "If I were not so merciful as to spare those ponies that opposed me, my attack would have succeeded!"
One of your legs gives out and you collapse forward onto the edge of your balcony, causing some of the black chitin of your foreleg to chip away. Weakness. The last flame of rage dies out from your body. You are too exhausted to continue being defiant. You take a deep breath and force yourself to stand with pride once more. You are their leader. They look to you for strength, guidance, and, in desperate times like this, solutions.
You turn away from the pitiful view and slowly walk back into your sparsely furnished castle with a slight limp. Where once this place reflected your own pride in yourself and your subjects, it is now only a reminder of how far you've fallen. Everything that could reasonably be moved was traded to merchants for supplies by disguised changelings. The only thing left in your private quarters was your royal bed. It's too large to be traded. At least, that was the excuse you used at the time. Now you regret not allowing it to go with the rest of your junk.
With a groan, you collapse onto your bed and cover your head with your hooves. You needed a new tactic if you wanted to lead your subjects out of this situation, one you haven't considered. Even one you wouldn't like if that's what it took. You already had one in mind: one you loathed so much you intended to die well before putting it into action. You could die clutching your pride, but what of your subjects? Would you demand they die with you? No. You will do anything they need you to do.
The time has come for one last, desperate attempt that would see your pride forever diminished to that of a common beggar. You roll over onto your back and shout, "Guard, enter my quarters!"
Immediately, the door swings open and an armored guard enters, then kneels down. "Yes, my queen?" his voice echoes throughout the mostly empty stone room.
"Fetch the healthiest messenger for me, and be quick about it."
Without another word, the guard nods and quickly exits the room, closing the door behind him as he goes. You cough a few times and remain where you are. This message would require careful wording; you had to make it work. Since your pride was soon to be destroyed in its entirety anyway, you may as well make it as pathetic as possible.
Minutes go by until there's a knock at the heavy wooden door. On the other side, you hear your guard speak, "My queen, I have returned as ordered."
You roll off your bed and collapse to the floor. With no small amount of effort, you force yourself stand once more and control your breathing. "Well done. Allow him to enter."
Your door creaks open and a slender changeling enters. He immediately bows and the door closes behind him. "Nodus, here as ordered my queen. You have a message you want delivered?"
"Of course. Pay very close attention. This may very well be the most important message you will deliver in your lifetime," you say with measured assurance. "You will be delivering this message to..."
You have to stop for a moment as your body itself revolts at your attempt to call for aid. The messenger waits patiently and quietly, alert and ready to memorize every word that you speak.
"Canterlot, of Equestria, to Princess Celestia herself. You will deliver this message directly to her and nopony else. If they refuse, you must insist, as peacefully as you can." You speak slowly and deliberately, every word considered twice over. After a brief pause, you continue, "I, Chrysalis, queen of the changelings..." You don't get far before you must pause again. These ponies will expect some form of apology for your actions. "Apologize for my previous, hasty actions. My subjects were on the brink of starvation and needed to sustain themselves, and I had not considered there might be an alternative to force. Changelings had always been mistrusted and despised in every previous land we had attempted to make peaceful contact with for reasons you can likely discern. However, perhaps Equestria will be the exception, and answer our call for aid. I fear we will not survive without your help."
Your subject twitches slightly as you complete your message. It is harsh news for anypony to hear, least of all from you. Surely his vision of you is now shattered.
"I understand, my queen. I have received and memorized every word of your message. I believe I can get close to her using one of her guards to—"
"No," you cut him off, "if this is to work, they will expect a gesture of good faith on our part." You place your hoof on your subject's shoulder. "You will be delivering this message with no disguise, and you are not to use one while you are in Equestrian territory."
You can feel the fear emerge from your messenger. He will be completely exposed and vulnerable. With a deep breath, he finds his resolve with a firm nod. "I understand. It will be as you order, my queen."
"Good. Repeat the message back to me. If I'm satisfied, you may leave at once."
As ordered, the messenger repeats back everything you said, word for word. Once done, and with your permission, he raises his head and flies out your balcony door. Now you must wait. It would take him days to reach Canterlot, and you had nothing else you could do for the time being.
About a week later, your messenger finally returned. Your bed was traded in the meantime to help keep everyone going just a bit longer. You had nothing left here now. He lands behind you on your balcony as you look over your empty room and remind yourself what's at stake. "Report."
"My queen, the princess Celestia of Equestria considered your request for multiple days before giving me a message to deliver to you. It is as follows: 'Queen Chrysalis, your past actions were abhorrent and deserve nothing less than harsh retribution.'"
Your eyes narrow and your heart sinks.
Nodus continues, "'However, that punishment should come in the form of reflection and repentance, not exile and execution. As such, I will allow you a second chance to properly represent your changelings. You are hereby invited to the Crystal Empire to plead your case directly and begin negotiations with the leaders there.'"
You nearly fall to the ground in relief; your final gambit is going well so far. Now you just need to negot—
"'You may remember them from Canterlot. Princess Cadance and Shining Armor will determine your future.'"
Your head whips around quick enough to cause your subject to jump and silence himself. "Repeat that last sentence to me," you say as you approach, your left eye beginning to twitch.
Nodus gulps and repeats the sentence once more, "'Princess Cadance and Shining Armor will determine your future.'"
"I must rely on the two ponies who have the most reason to destroy us for our continued survival?!" you shout at your messenger. You pant in rage and your subject looks around in panic. "Unacceptable! How dare she pretend she wishes to aid us and then throw us to the timberwolves! That vile—"
"M-my queen, there is more," your subject says with a shaky voice.
You pant a few more times, but then take a deep breath and try to calm down. "Proceed," you say in a steady voice, damming a torrent of rage.
"'They were, understandably, reluctant to host you after your previous encounter. With the help of Twilight Sparkle, however, we have convinced them that in extremely desperate situations, ponies will act in rash ways they normally wouldn't. They assured me they would give you a fair chance.'"
"Why do I need to play guest to them at all? Why was I not invited to Canterlot to speak to that princess instead?" you ask, not really expecting an answer.
"She seems to think we can only consume love, and insisted you would find it there in grand abundance. Shall I continue the message?"
You sigh and rub your head, "There's still more? She's very long-winded." After a moment of respite, you wave your hoof, "Proceed."
"'You have been given permission to bring a small contingent of changelings with you to act as royal escorts. Neither you nor them are to disguise your true form at any point during your visit. Such an action will be viewed unfavorably at the very least, or as an act of aggression at worst. Perhaps one day, such measures will be unnecessary. I wish you well, and hope you are sincere in moving relations forward. Princess Celestia.'" Once Nodus finishes the last line, he collapses to the stone floor in exhaustion. "Apologies my queen, I've run out of stamina."
You look down at your subject. "There is no need to apologize. You have done well. Rest there if you must," you say passively as your mind wanders elsewhere. An abundance of love? Are they offering it freely? Surely they would not just give themselves over like that. "I shall simply have to see for myself," you say as you step over your exhausted changeling and fly down from your castle.
If there is love to be collected, you will take those who can store the most of it. Once gathered, you will leave immediately; you're out of time to scheme. For the first time in your life, you will have to put yourself entirely at somepony elses mercy.
Your journey to the Crystal Empire takes a bit longer than your journey to Canterlot would have. The longer you spend considering your situation, the more your resentment for Celestia builds. This had better be worth your limited time. Would she or anypony else even feel bad if the changelings died off? You're sure they would. That would be your final revenge on them should it happen. The thought makes you feel a little better.
You have to walk for a fair part of the journey, as your changelings lack the strength to sustain their flight for long periods of time. You likely can't either, but they must not know. You walk as a leader walks.
At last, this Crystal Empire comes into view on the horizon. The sun already hangs low in the sky. It looks as though they mean to compete with Canterlot in terms of size, and have taken the lead in gaudiness. The excessively tall, glowing-white castle in the center looks as though it was screaming for attention, even at a distance.
"My queen, there's something strange about the air here. It feels like it carries a certain spark within it," comments one of your contingent subjects. One of eleven other such subjects. Celestia was vague about what "small" contingency meant, so you had to walk the fine line between bringing too many and being turned away, and bringing too few to collect the love the rest of your subjects need.
You look around and focus on feeling anything out of the ordinary. After a few moments you realize she was right. The air made your chitin feel tingly. "It should be nothing to be concerned about. The ponies are too cowardly to attack us."
As you get closer to the city, you reach the edge of farmland growing a wide variety of crops. Tending these crops are many brightly colored ponies. They appear different than the ones you remember from Canterlot, but their behavior is the same. Once they notice you, they begin fleeing towards the city. A grin spreads across your face as the sight fills you with renewed strength. Flee, little ponies, flee. Your queen has arrived!
You walk a bit taller and stride a bit quicker towards your goal. You momentarily forget why you were even there and just enjoy the moment. It's not until you see Cadance and Shining Armor standing ready with what is certainly every guard at their disposal that you're reminded why you were so miserable before. The negotiations to come. Negotiating with prior enemies for your hive's existence.
A shadow passes over you and you turn your head to the sky. More guards circling above. You bring your head back down and regain eye contact with the two vile ponies you are to greet warmly. Once you're sure they could hear you if you spoke, you shout "Quite the display of force for my meager presence. Do you fear me so much?" You make sure to add your best smile at the end.
You can see Shining Armor flinch in response, but the pink princess stands firm. Neither of them return your warm smile, nor say anything until you're much closer. Cadance is the first to respond. "Welcome to the Crystal Empire. As you already know, I am Princess Cadance. I rule alongside my husband Sh—"
Shining Armor steps forward, "I don't care what Celestia or Twily say, I won't be giving you a chance to do anything while you're here." He stomps the ground with a foreleg to add dramatic flare to his words. With a snort, he boldly claims, "I doubt you're even the real Chrysalis. She's probably hiding with the rest of her army just outside of the city's view. Well, we're ready for that too." Cadance shoots her husband a glare, but he doesn't notice.
You stop within normal speaking range of them both and let the silence linger for a moment before saying, "Are you finished? Unfortunately, I can't prove I'm the real Chrysalis." Once again, you give them your finest smile. "Though, it is a harshly punished offense among changelings to take my form for any reason. Believe it or don't, it makes no difference to me, as long as you treat me as though I'm the real Chrysalis."
Cadance puts her wing on Shining's back, and he backs off a bit. "I apologize for Shining. His duty is to protect the Crystal Empire, and it's not a responsibility he takes lightly."
Shining Armor speaks as he retakes his place next to Cadance, "I suggest getting used to the guards. Not one of you will be out of sight at any time while you're here. Pleas for privacy won't work, either. You're not here as my guest, you're here as Cadance's guest. As far as I'm concerned, you're still just an enemy to be defeated, just like Sombra a few months ago."
Your smile fades the longer Shining rants. "So you weren't finished. Say everything you wish to say and begone if you're not here for the negotiation. I was assured by Celestia you would both be giving me a fair chance, but I can see she had too much faith in her subjects."
Cadance looks as though she wants to respond once more, but you continue speaking before she has the chance, "Shall we continue somewhere else? If you are the only pony whom I need to speak to then we don't need the extra distraction."
Cadance motions for you to follow her, but Shining steps between the two of you as you take a step towards her. "You can speak just fine from right where you are. I don't see a reason to let you just walk into the city."
It looks as though Cadance has had enough by now and pushes into her husband, much to your surprise and amusement. "The reason is that she is my guest, dear, as a representative of the changelings. She is an official ambassador to negotiate future relations with Equestria and will be treated as such."
Shining's expression softens as he looks over at Cadance and he speaks gently, "You remember everything she did, everything she's capable of. We can't trust her just because she says so."
"Ahem," you say loud enough to get their attention, "Thus far, I've kept to our agreement word for word. None of us are wearing disguises, and as you can see, this is hardly an army." A foul taste rises in your mouth. You attempt to swallow it back down and speak gently, "I'm sorry we attacked you in Canterlot. I'm even more sorry for what I put you through at your wedding. We were desperately in need of love. We managed to secure enough for ourselves before our defeat and survived, but I'm afraid we find ourselves in our most desperate situation yet."
Shining props up one of his eyebrows and turns his head slightly as he says, "Are you saying you have no choice but to attack the Crystal Empire?"
You let out a hearty laugh before responding, causing a bit of unease among the already frightened ponies, "No, we're not waiting to pounce on your city." You lean into your weakness to garner their pity. "What I mean to say is we are too weak to put up a fight, even if we wanted to. We are on the verge of death. That is why I'm here," you bow your head slightly, "at your mercy." You finish speaking and then bite your tongue. You said what you needed to say and now you needed to stop yourself from saying too much.
Cadance smiles at you for the first time since your arrival and sounds genuine as she says, "Thank you, Queen Chrysalis, that must have been difficult to say. Apology accepted." She beats her wings a few times and then resumes her formal posture. She looks over at her husband who does not return the sentiment whatsoever. However, he does back off without another word. She then looks back to you and speaks once more, "Let's get this meeting underway. Please, follow me to the castle."
You nod your head and follow closely behind the pink pony princess, ignoring Shining as you pass him by. True to their word, there are guards assigned to watch each of you closely. You hope that won't become a problem later, or interfere with the love-gathering.
Entering the city proper, you find yourself walking along an impossibly-smooth, dark-colored road that carves its way straight between crystal houses and ends at the central castle. The road itself has no cracks, as though it were one solid piece of rock cut and polished to perfection. The houses appear less perfect; each individual house being one hollowed-out, colorful stone that juts in random directions. As much as it pains you to admit, the display is inspiring.
There's a rapid change in the air the closer you get to the castle. That feeling from before that made your chitin tingle was now gently tapping its way across your body and beginning to seep inside. You turn to look over your subjects who give you a look of concern in return. At least it doesn't feel painful.
Facing forward once more, you ask Cadance, "Is there some spell affecting this area? A defensive barrier? A detection spell?" You look around as you finish your last guess. Nothing appears strange on its own.
Cadance looks back at you and frowns, "We haven't cast any spells like that." After a moment, she continues, "The crystal heart is protecting this city from the extreme weather of the north. Are you saying you can sense it?"
A heart? Hearts have always represented love in any culture you've seen. You grin slightly as you speak, despite your best efforts to hide it, "A crystal heart? What exactly is it?"
Shining Armor leans in behind you and speaks harshly, "If you're thinking of stealing it, forget it. The crystal heart is an ancient artifact that will only work in the Crystal Empire." Once he's done reprimanding you, he backs away once more.
You give him a stern "hmph" and rebut his accusation, "I had not considered stealing your precious artifact. I don't even know what it is." Perhaps you could steal it and return to your hive with it, but you need to learn more about its function first.
This time, Cadance is the one to explain, "The crystal heart is powered by the love of all the ponies that live here, and in turn it protects them. That's all we know about it." A moment later she comments, "You didn't answer my question."
If it's powered by love, then it would be of no use to your hive. The feeling across your body grows stronger still. Even so, it might be of use to you right where it is. The sound of Cadance saying your name pulls you from your musings, "Yes?"
"So, you do feel something?"
"What? Oh, yes, something." You focus on yourself and realize it's now growing stronger by the step. You begin getting nervous and ask, "Is this artifact going to expel us as a threat? I can feel it soaking into my body."
Once more, Shining approaches you from behind and leans in behind your head to speak, "It might. Maybe it'll even erase you like it did Sombra." There's a hint of sarcasm in his voice, like he just wants you to be afraid, but you also have the distinct sense that part of him hopes it to be true. How delightfully cruel of him.
By the time you reach the steps of the castle, you feel as though you're walking through water. It isn't difficult to move, but it's that same feeling of immersion. By now, it has spread through your whole body. The crystal heart also comes into view: it appears to be a solid diamond heart rotating slowly between a crystal stalagmite and stalactite. It doesn't appear nearly as powerful as it seems to actually be.
About halfway up the staircase, you freeze in your tracks. It's only now that you realize: you're ascending stairs, and it's not a problem at all. In fact, you feel as healthy as you've ever been. Healthier, even. You hop from one hoof to the other as a test. It's so easy to move! You giggle to yourself and then remember where you are.
"Uh, yes... I guess our stairs are... nice?" Cadance offers as an explanation for your weird behavior.
You grin towards her, "Oh, I just thought of something that put me in a great mood, that's all. Don't mind me, Princess." Now you understand. Of course the protection spell created from love, is made of love. Delicious, nutritious, life-sustaining love. You turn to look at your subjects and find that their mood is very similar to yours. Having an excuse to come here was all you ended up needing in the end.
The negotiation was as tedious and dry as you expected. Cadance came prepared with a long list of complaints from ponies you had wronged in your attack, as well as demands that they wanted fulfilled. It mostly involved an apology tour that you were to take around Canterlot, but there was also a section mentioning private discussions with Celestia. After all of that nonsense, you could finally discuss all the things you wanted. Your list of demands was a short one— allow access to the Crystal Empire at will. It had originally been far longer, but recent events provided a new alternative to your original plan of drawing out negotiations until your changelings could secretly fill up on love before your return trip.
You gently rub your stomach. As far back as you can remember, you've never had this feeling of being full. It was always degrees of hunger to starvation. Gliding your hoof just a bit lower, you graze something that wasn't there before and the sensitive sensation makes you flinch away.
"—Listening?" you vaguely hear in the background of your distractions.
"Yes, of course I'm listening," you lie, "but please repeat the last part again so I can be sure I heard you correctly." You fight to urge to look down at yourself to see what's amiss and instead stare across the large, crystalline table at Cadance. The room also feels as though it's gotten warmer over the course of your discussion.
The princess tilts her head slightly and repeats herself, "I asked if that was really all you wanted?"
You give her a genuine smile, "Yes, Princess, that is all we want."
She appears a bit discomforted by this news and asks, "Might I ask why? Surely you are not interested in Shining Armor and myself, and the city was only recently added to Equestria, so it is not something you likely knew existed."
That's as good an excuse as any you could think of. You thank Cadance in your head as you say, "Why, of course you and Shining Armor are the reason. We wish to make amends for our past by assisting you in any way we can." You sit up tall and raise your chin to appear proud before continuing, "Once we have proven our change of heart, we look forward to being welcomed as equals to Equestria. It is the land of love, after all."
"I... suppose that makes sense," Cadance responds as she taps her chin with her hoof. "Shining Armor will probably be... dissappointed by the news."
For the negotiation to proceed smoothly, Cadance suggested that Shining Armor should busy himself with guarding the rest of your changeling escort— far away from the meeting room. That way, he could not interrupt either of you after every sentence. In his place, he assigned a dozen guards, all standing in a full circle around the table to keep a close eye on you.
A strange sensation emanates from the place you previously grazed. You can't help but finally look down as nonchalantly as you can manage and are shocked by what you see— your teats, normally barely visible, have significantly increased in size. It now appeared as though a couple of apples were attached to your underside. A mild panic spreads through your mind, but outwardly, you project complete serenity.
Cadance seems to have misinterpreted any slip of expression you just had and reassures you, "Don't be concerned with Shining Armor. I will talk to him tonight and see if we can come to an understanding. In the morning, we can have our closing discussion and go from there."
You twitch slightly, "Do you plan to keep us here overnight?"
Cadance smiles and nods, "Of course we plan to host you, Queen Chrysalis. Your changelings as well." She pauses and looks embarrassed to continue, "I hate to ask, but do changelings eat, well, anything other than love? We normally prepare a lavish meal for visiting dignitaries before having our meetings, but we were unsure if that might be viewed as an insult to a changeling."
You put your growing problem on hold for now and answer her query, "Yes, we can eat food the same way anypony can. How can I explain in pony terms?" You scoot closer to the table to hide your lower half and tap your hoof on its surface as you think. "It acts as a filler, perhaps, providing us with a feeling of being sustained, but providing relatively little energy. Love provides both."
You blink at yourself in surprise. You are actually enjoying speaking with Cadance, and freely providing her with information she doesn't need to know. All of that rage from before feels as though it has just... dried up. It is... nice. Should that disturb you? It probably should, but you can't bring yourself to care that it doesn't.
"Interesting. That brings me to a problem we need to settle before we continue any further," Cadance says as she repositions herself in her chair to sit up as straight as possible. "How, exactly, do you intend on collecting love if that is what you need to sustain yourselves? We have already seen you do it through force, and it was... unhealthy for the ponies involved."
She's not smiling for this question. Should you tell her about the heart's affect? You glance down for a moment. No, that would be extremely undignified. Simply stating the feeding part should satisfy her. You give her a small nod and speak, "In that regard, it seems we have been most fortunate. Your crystal heart's protection spell is saturated with love, and has fed us beyond anything we've experienced before. There's simply no need to feed on ponies directly."
Cadance doesn't say anything for a few moments. It's a long enough pause that it makes you wonder if perhaps you said something you shouldn't have, and then Cadance confirms your fears, "You only recently learned about the Crystal Empire, and the effects the crystal heart has. You did not originally come here with peaceful intentions, did you?" she finishes bluntly.
You feel a powerful urge to continue being honest with her, but your nature yanks at you like a chain. You have a hive to protect! You can't jeopardize your progress now. You take a deep breath and begin speaking, but you can't keep eye contact, "Of course not, Princess! We have change..." You take another breath and try again, "Changed. We only requested a chance to prove ourselves, and..." you glance up at Cadance. She wears a look of disappointment, but doesn't make any attempt to confront you.
Against all of your instincts and desires, you make a serious decision that you feel needs to be made. No games, no tricks, no greater scheme, just the truth. You stare at Cadance with a blank expression, "I came here to find a weakness to exploit. The changelings I brought are all specialized in collecting and storing the largest amount of love possible. The rest of my hive is indeed starving and on the brink of death, and they await my return in my own land only because they lacked the strength to make this journey. This was the only option I saw, and I had no intention on being swayed away from my goal, no matter the cost to myself or your empire."
Cadance leans forward, resting her head on her hooves, and her expression softens, "I guess Celestia was right." She looks you up and down as you process what her statement meant. "So, this is the real Queen Chrysalis. I am pleased I could meet you."
What does that mean? You blink, but can't find any words to respond with.
The princess gives you a smile and returns to her normal sitting position, "From the way you phrased your confession, it sounds as though you no longer intend to go through with your original plan." You look away before she finishes her last thought on the matter, "I am glad you no longer feel so desperate and cornered."
You feel something clench in your chest and your vision blurs. Climbing down from your seat, you ask, "Where did you intend to host us? I believe we've spoken enough for tonight. You do love the sound of your own voice, Princess."
"The guards will show you where you'll be staying," you hear her say. Raising her voice slightly, she orders the guards, "Show our guest to her quarters. I believe the order Shining Armor gave you to stand watch from inside her quarters will no longer be necessary; standing outside her doorway will suffice. If this upsets him, please send him to speak with me."
As you follow the escort of guards out of the meeting room, you hear Cadance say something too quietly for you to understand. Whatever, you have too much to think about right now to worry about it.
The guards open an imposing, ornate door for you, which leads to a lavish bedroom. As you step inside, they close the door behind you. You were hoping the room would feel cooler than the rest of the castle has thus far, but you were mistaken. You look around at the decor as you lightly fan yourself with a hoof and ask yourself out loud, "Do ponies get cold so easily? This is ridiculous!" The bed is excessively massive, there's a large dresser with an equally large mirror adorning the top, and you could open a shop with all the curtains and fabrics hanging on the walls. Everything is as though it were carved from solid crystal of various colors. It's fit for royalty, such as yourself, although it's probably used to host any important guests.
You throw open every window in the room, as well as the balcony doors for good measure. The crisp night air floods the room, but it hardly makes you feel any better. You decide to check on your other problem instead. Climbing onto the bed and laying down, you look over at your swelling teats. You swear they're even bigger than just a short while ago in the meeting room. Reaching down and gently rubbing them elicits a light moan. Your nipples are thick and far more sensitive than they should be. Even the gentlest touch makes you flinch in pleasure. You think it's very indignant, and yet...
The next thing you notice is how soaked your nethers are. There's a light, but constant trickle of fluid running down and soiling the clean bed covers. Even your ovipositor is peaking out from your slit, exactly where you'd expect a pony clit to be, and contributing to the mess with its own lubricant. Not even the seasonal heat has this dramatic an affect on your body and mind.
Your hooves shake as you reach past your engorged teats and nearly reach your crotch, but you stop yourself and shake your head. "Get ahold of yourself, Chrysalis! You're on an important diplomatic mission to save your changelings, and here you are, behaving like a youth in rut! Is your mind so weak?!" You shout at yourself in your mind.
You leap out of bed and pace around the room a bit to cool off, leaving a dripping liquid trail everywhere you go. You ignore it and focus your thoughts on your mission. Cadance seemed pleased with you in spite of what you told her. If she can convince her thick-headed husband, then your mission will be a resounding success. She even arranged to have their guards stay out of your private quarters. Considering recent events, that was more helpful than she'll ever realize. You glance out the windows as you pass them. There are still plenty of guards flying around and watching each exit to the room. You stop pacing and look back at the mess you're making. Perhaps you should just sleep it off.
Your night is a mostly restless one, thanks to the inescapable feeling of being too warm, and the constant stream of fluids keeping you wet. At least being wet helps keep you cool. With a heavy, resigning sigh, you rip the covers away with your magic and look over tonight's growth. "Why be surprised," you think to yourself as you poke at your tender, melon-sized teats. You wince in response to your own touch. As you shake fatigue from yourself, you realize a new sensation has appeared— A feeling of being way too full, and not your stomach.
Your thick nipples leak a golden liquid you don't recognize, and for a brief moment you're gripped by the dread of seeing your body behave in an unexpected way. Hesitantly, you scoop a bit of the mystery fluid into your hooves and bring it up to your nose for a test smell. Inhaling the odor, it smells sickly sweet. Your long tongue slowly extends out for a taste, and just as your tongue makes contact, you hear a loud knock on your door, followed by Cadance quickly swinging it open with her magic.
Frantically, she exclaims, "Queen Chrysalis! Your changelings! They're ah—" She ends her sentence abruptly as she looks over at you in disbelief. Her jaw hangs open with the last syllable still hanging off the end, and without moving, closes the door behind her with her magic. Her nose scrunches up immediately after, "Ugh, it smells like an orgy in here."
You lay completely frozen in place, as if not moving will somehow make the situation disappear. There's no saving grace to be had here. Accepting your embarrassing fate, you make a plea to the princess, "Do not allow my changelings to see me in this state. I just need time to—" you begin as you look yourself over, unsure where to start, "figure out what has happened to me, and how to fix it." The audible winking coming from your hindquarters in the otherwise silent room causes you to bury your head in shame under a group of pillows.
A minute later, you feel a hoof rubbing your shoulder. Reluctantly, you pull your head out just enough to see Cadance standing beside you. She doesn't look as angry or disgusted as you expected. Instead, she laughs, "Don't worry, I won't tell anypony." Her gaze moves from your eyes to the lower half of your body where she lingers a bit too long at your partially engorged ovipositor, then moves to whatever is leaking from your teats. "Is this, uh... n-normal? Does this just happen sometimes?"
"No it isn't normal!" you shout, causing her to flinch. "Some cursed spell has done this," you allege as you regain composure. You wince in pain again as the movement reminds you that you're too full to move around. You look down at yourself in frustration, then at Cadance in anger, and finally melt into desperation. "I... I need help. I..." you start, and look away in shame before continuing at a near inaudible level, "I need to be milked."
Cadance snorts, which causes you to whip your head back around at her in anger. She steps back, "Sorry! I didn't mean to laugh, it's just that... well, when I heard of your visit, I didn't think it'd go anything like... this." She bows her head to you and says in what you can only assume is her most practiced regal tone, "I am sorry to have offended you. That was not my inten—"
"I'm not so soft that I need your apologies and concern, Princess. What I need is for you to fix this!"
Cadance lifts her head, "Right, good. Just, wait there." You frown at her and she heads back towards the door. Once there, she gives some commands to the guards. "I need 5—" she begins before looking back at you, "10 one-gallon glass jars. Drop them off at this door, knock, and then order the other guards to distance themselves from Chrysalis's room." She turns back to head to you again, then rolls her eyes and turns back around. "Shining Armor is the strongest, most handsome stallion in Equestria."
This time you're the one to snort laugh as Cadance turns around once more and trots towards you. "Strongest, most handsome stallion in all of Equestria?" you repeat in a mocking tone.
"Yeah... It was Shining's idea to give everyone their own code-phrases, in case a changeling tried to steal one of our forms." She blushes, but still smirks at you before saying, "He chose phrases he thought you would never say."
"So it is possible for him to do something intelligent," you say as you tap your chin with a hoof.
"He has his moments," Cadance replies as she comes to a stop near the edge of your bed. "The guards will be back soon."
An awkward silence fills the air as you tap your hoof against your opposite foreleg in anticipation. Cadance is trying her best to not make her curiosity obvious, but it's not working at all. "Do you have some questions on your mind, pervert?" You grin at the embarrassed princess. If you can turn your own embarrassment onto her, perhaps it will be more tolerable.
She scratches the back of her neck with her hoof and looks up at nothing in particular, "Well, since you offered, what is... I mean, the... thing. Sprouting from your, uh, backside."
You cross your forelegs and rest your head atop them, "Oh?" With a light buck of your hips, you cause your ovipositor to flop up into your swollen teats. Wet slaps echo through the room as you repeat the motion with each sentence, "Do you mean my egg depositor? My mare incubator creator? My stallion breaker?" It increases in size and rigidity with each subsequent slap. Your smile grows as her face flushes red. You're back in your position of comfort— toying with ponies. "How entertaining," you think to yourself with satisfaction.
"I-I see..." the flustered princess stutters. "What about that... odd fluid? It doesn't appear to be milk," she asks as she points a hoof at your leaking teats.
Honestly, you're not completely sure yourself, but you weren't about to tell her that; it would ruin your smug aura. "Changelings wouldn't survive well on milk," you state bluntly as you try to come up with something plausible. "This," you begin and you press a hoof into the side of a teat, causing fluid to squirt out in multiple streams, "is what they need." It makes sense in your mind. Why would you produce something that would be useless to a changeling? "It tastes as sweet as love," you say as you chuckle, "care to sample some?"
"You don't mind?"
... What?
Cadance breathes heavily and drools slightly, "I always act in a manner of royal decorum with visiting dignitaries. I can't insult them with less," she states as her breathing grows more erratic. She wipes a bit of drool from her face with the back of her hoof before continuing, "But if you're fine with it, then we can do away with all of that pretentious trite and be ourselves."
Your smile drops. That wasn't embarrassment before, this love-crazed lunatic was holding back a torrent of lust! Before you can actually form a response, she's leaning down towards your sensitive teats, eyes burning with passion.
Her open maw stops just short of touching you, and you feel her hot breath as she pants heavily near your bare flesh. You bite your lower lip in anticipation. You should object, but.... Your winking grows more intense at the subtle stimulation, and your ovipositor flexes gently with each pussy contraction.
After a few moments of this, you begin feeling frustrated. Cadance grins and looks over at you, "Sorry. I had to tease you a bit as payback for all the teasing you've been doing. Let's dispose of the pretense." She turns back to your nipple and uses her tongue to slowly graze the very tip, taking a taste of your golden fluids. Your stomach flinches involuntarily at the sensation each time, which makes your fleshy tits jiggle. Cadance licks her lips, "Mmmm... That is pretty good. It's really sweet, but it doesn't taste like ordinary sugar." Saliva drips in long strands from her tongue as it reaches out once more towards your nipple. Once her tongue makes contact, her eyes close, and she uses it to guide her mouth around the rest of your thick, hardening nipple.
You can feel your tit get sucked partially into her mouth, and she swirls her tongue around your nipple as she gently bites down with her lips. There's visible and audible gulping every few seconds, and she moans lightly each time she takes a new breath. Her head presses against your hind leg, and you lift it up out of her way to give her better access. Without hesitation, she presses into your soft mound with increased vigor. The room fills with the sounds of the suckling princess, and soon enough your own gentle moans join the chorus. Your head flops down against the bed as you simply enjoy the sensations; both the sexual stimulation and the pressure relief in your tit. Just as you begin to hope she switches to the other one soon, she does so, as if reading your thoughts. You let out an even louder moan, then let out a slow breath that transforms into a gentle chuckle.
You lift your head and look down on the pony stuck to your tit, "The princess of love, feasting on the evil queen like her newborn foal." You reach down and gently rub under her cheek with your hoof, and in turn she looks up at you with pleasure-filled eyes. Your heart begins to beat like a war drum, and if not for the hard chitin protecting your chest you're sure it would be visibly pulsing. Every pony you've ever been with has been controlled with magic against their will. Perhaps it's the saturation of love that's causing these cursed feelings, but being submitted to willingly feels like something entirely new. She closes her eyes once more and redoubles her efforts, causing you to fall flat against the bed and arch your back in pleasure. This pink pony princess is going to put every prior experience you've had to shame.
The wet sucking sounds cease as Cadance pulls her drenched face away from your teats. The leaking has slowed substantially, and they're no longer aching nearly as badly as before. She doesn't even bother attempting to clean herself off before speaking, "I hope that made you feel better. We can finish when the jars arrive."
You're so busy writhing in bliss that you hardly register that she's speaking to you, but you finally reply, "Oh, yes. You are talented indeed, Princess." A stupid smile spreads across your face as you laugh like a drunken fool, "Shining Armor must be an extremely happy stallion." You open one eye to look over at Cadance and see she looks very pleased with herself. "I made a horrible mistake, didn't I?"
You can see that she isn't sure what to make of that, and simply asks, "Oh?"
"Yes, I should have replaced Shining Armor at that wedding and married you instead."
She smirks at your bad flirting and responds, "I'm not sure you could keep up with me, Chryssi."
Chryssi? Before you can respond, a loud knock at the door echoes through the room, causing you both to jump.
"That must be your jars," Cadance says as she trots toward the door. She hesitates for a moment, touching her face with a hoof and pulling it away to inspect the results. Some of your tit juice still runs down her face, collecting at her chin and dripping to the crystal floor. She wipes around her mouth with the back of her other hoof and seems to think that should be good enough. As she reaches the door, there's another pounding knock.
A loud, angry voice can be heard from the other side. "Cadance?! If that's you, answer me!"
She clears her throat and responds, "Yes, dear, it's me. Calm down, everything is fine. Are those jars out there with you?"
"The code first, Cadance, if that really is you."
Cadance looks back at you with an amused expression and you laugh into your hoof as you prepare for more of his grand strategy on display. Once she faces the door, she loudly states, "Shining Armor, my dearest love, I long to see you again."
Shining can be heard yelling once more from the other side, "And the confirmation code, in case you had to trick Chrysalis into thinking she only needed that one?"
You allow yourself to laugh freely, "Just how paranoid can one pony be?"
Cadance sighs, "Every moment apart from you is like a thousand year banishment."
Shining Armor's magic envelopes the door and it creaks open slowly. He first pokes his head through to see the room, and then trots in with a trail of jars following behind in the air. Once he sees Cadance, he stops in his tracks and squints at her. "What happened to you?" As he takes his first breath in the room, he covers his nose with his hoof and adds, "Dear Celestia, what is that? It's so humid in here. What'd she do to you?" The door slams shut behind Shining Armor after the last jar makes it through. "Every window is open and it's still not enough?"
Cadance gives her husband a hug, being sure to rub some of the mess off of herself and onto him. Strangely, he seems to allow her to do as she pleases. "Thanks. Chryssi has gone through some, uh, changes, since she got here."
"She was told not to use her transformation magic while—"
"No, no, not like that. Like..." Cadance trails off as she raises a hoof in your direction. Your melon-sized tits are on full display as you continue to lay on your side on top of the bed. Equally visible is your fully-engorged ovipositor, which still jumps each time your visibly soaked pussy winks. These bed covers will need to be burned once you leave.
Shining Armor takes in your whole body one part at a time, and much to your surprise, doesn't seem at all embarrassed to linger in places he finds interesting. "All of this mess and that powerful mare musk is just from her? Only her?" He floats the jars into an organized pile near Cadance and turns his attention to her, "Anyway, why do you need these?"
Cadance picks up the group of jars with her magic and returns to your side. "For her, obviously. Come lend a hoof."
You and the white stallion lock eyes at the same time in response to her suggestion, glaring harshly. You attempt to shout over each other, as you start with, "That stallion is not to be allowed anywhere near my nethers!"
Shining Armor seems to yell, "Why in Equestria would I ever help that creature?!" You say nothing after your short shouting match, but he continues, "I haven't seen a reason to forgive her for anything!"
Cadance sighs, "It's just the three of us. You two don't need to shout."
You snort, "You have never looked for a reason, you foal! All you do is bitch and complain!"
Shining Armor stomps towards you as he retorts, "You're a filthy thief that only ever lies and uses ponies! You look stuffed to burst, and you sure as Tartarus didn't look that way when you got here! Where'd you steal love from this time?!"
You pull yourself up onto your forelegs, but your back legs aren't cooperating. "Don't you dare accuse me of stealing! I've done nothing since I arrived in your precious kingdom of rocks and you still find reasons to despise me!"
He's nearly to you, "You gave me every reason I needed for the rest of my life when you endangered all of Canterlot, magically manipulated my mind into insulting my own sister, sabotaged my wedding, and kidnapped my wife!"
Once he reaches you, you lean into his face with a snarl, "A simpleton like you doesn't deserve a pony like Cadance! It would have been a favor to her had I succeeded in removing you from her life!"
Cadance's calm and steady voice carves through the air like a cold knife, "You both need to resolve this permanently, and quickly." She sits patiently on the bed with her foreleg resting on your flank.
Your stare never leaves his eyes, nor his yours, for what feels like minutes of silence. Despite neither of you changing your mind about how you feel, you both elect not to shout again while near Cadance.
"If I might make a suggestion?" Cadance breaks the silence as she cheerfully speaks. She gives your ass a firm slap with her hoof, causing you to buck forward in surprise. You break eye contact with Shining Armor to look over at her, and she gives you a sly smirk. "Rut your frustrations for each other out."
You both give her an indignant look, as though you can't believe what she just suggested. "In what world would I ever allow this filth to touch my royal pussy, let alone penetrate it? He would not even qualify as one of my lowly male drones."
"There's not enough manipulation magic in your mutated, disgusting, convulsing, freakish bug body to compel me to get anywhere near your ass, anyway," Shining Armor responds with a sneer.
Cadance laughs, then props up an eyebrow at each of you. "Spare me your excuses. Chryssi, it's clear this magic has affected more than your huge tits. Your pussy hasn't stopped begging for attention since I got here. And you, dear. Don't think I didn't notice your dick grow the moment you got a whiff of her scent. She's driving you crazy." She gives your rump some gentle pats, and then grazes your vulva with her hoof. "So get to it you two. I'll assist if necessary," she says as she moves away from your hindquarters, "or if I want to."
You growl at Shining Armor, "Even so, I don't intend to be some submissive mare for him to rut into a stupor." You think for a moment, and then smile as you suggest, "We must remain equals. As luck would have it, that can be arranged." You move your eyes to your pulsing ovipositor and flex it a few times, causing it to slap against your soaked tits with a satisfying, fleshy sound.
Shining Armor grimaces, "How does that make us equals? You're practically a mare in heat. You want a dick inside you."
You shake your flank seductively, "I'll even let you mount me first, but you must agree to let me mount you after you're done. Dear Cadance will ensure you keep your promise."
Shining looks over at Cadance, and then sighs as he drops his head. "Fine. I'll do it." He climbs up onto the bed and takes his place behind you. You roll onto your stomach, and strings of various fluids remain attached between you and the bed; some breaking as the strands grow too thin, while others slowly roll down your side. Keeping your forelegs planted on the bed, you heft your heavy ass into the air as close to Shining Armor's face as you can manage. Your tits have really made it difficult. In response, he places his hooves on your hindquarters and pushes you lower as he continues speaking, "But I'm going to do it my way, until I'm satisfied."
You chuckle in amusement and rest your head on your forelegs. "Do as you wish, and I shall do the same. Not that you'll las— guh!"
Shining Armor thrusts the full length of his meaty shaft into your burning folds in a single buck of his hips, causing you to gasp in shock and pleasure. While you completely forget what you were about to say, he seems to have something planned already. "As expected of a slutty thief like you, there's no resistance at all. How many stallions have you stolen in your life?" he asks between harsh thrusts.
He probably thinks he's hurting or frustrating you with his rigorous efforts. In reality, it's scratching an intense itch so well that you want nothing more than to drool into the bed with an empty head, but that's not who you are. Fire ignites in your eyes as you look back at the stallion pounding your hole and you retort, "Enough to know you're nothing special. Is that your best effort? How many mares turned you away before you found one that felt sorry enough for you to stick around?"
Your insults for him are surface-level. While he harbors some deep resentment for you, you don't particularly care about him one way or another. Cadance wishes for the two of you to reconcile, but he's the only one that needs to move on. Even so, if that's what she wants, then you'll do what you can to assist in the process. Provoking him into venting might finally make him get over it. As long as Cadance approves of you, then you should have free access to this empire, which means access to limitless food for your hive. Access to Cadance herself is starting to present itself as a personal bonus.
"That's rich coming from an insect that can't get anything to stay anywhere near her unless she magically forces it to," Shining Armor growls as he leans harshly into your back. Each thrust sends his balls colliding with your over-sized teats, causing meaty slaps to reverberate through the crystal room.
For every thrust, he pulls out nearly to his tip, and then rams himself back in to his base. Your burning and sopping wet cunt squirts bits of fluid with each hilt, soaking his heavy orbs with femspunk. The fluids also run down your overly sensitive tits, and each strike against them sends a wave of pleasure through your body like lightning. A familiar feeling of approaching your climax wells up inside you, and soon enough your body is racked with an intense orgasm, the likes of which you haven't felt before. You nearly black out as you lie there in a full body spasm, moaning and drooling like a whore in heat. Your pussy erupts with enough fluid to fill a hefty mug, completely coating the stallion's crotch in your feminine spunk. Green fluids leak from your ovipositor, attempting to coat eggs that aren't there. You believe you hear Shining Armor begin to insult you once more, but his voice cuts off with a moan of his own. During your orgasm, you clamp down on his jack-hammering cock like a vice, your walls rippling to milk him as though he were a common dairy cow. His tip flares, and your greedy cunt drinks everything he has. Not a single drop mixes with your own fluids running down onto the bed. It's not until he manages to free himself from your hold that the evidence of his deed leaks out.
Cadance giggles as Shining falls over near where she's sitting, and she gently rubs the side of his head with her hoof as she speaks, "That was really fast. I can understand Chryssi, given her circumstances, but you, dear?"
Your legs are too shaky to stand on, and your attempt fails so quickly that they likely don't know that you even tried. Shining Armor takes a few deep breaths before replying to his wife, "She caught me off-guard, that's all. I'm fine." With that, he stands once more. His nostrils flare as he takes in another deep breath, then slowly exhales as he moves back behind you.
Soon, you can feel his hooves push into your back once more. You attempt to laugh, amused at the bluff, but you're breathing too hard for it to come out correctly, "Do you in... intend to push a flaccid rope back into me, Sh... Shining Armor?" Your body still twitches now and then from your post-orgasm.
Shining Armor begins bucking his hips, causing his admittedly impressive dangling member to slap against your wet cunt and tits. You smile to yourself and continue riding the ebbing wave of pleasure while he makes a fool of himself. Over the course of a couple minutes, the slaps grow more rigid.
Cadance gives your shoulder a few pats as she lays down next to you. "Remember when I said you wouldn't be able to keep up with me? Well, Shining didn't find a mare that would 'put up with him,'" she says, quoting your earlier insult. "Actually, it was I that found a wonderful stallion that could keep up."
You turn your head to see a very determined Shining Armor growing hard once more. He glares down at you with contempt, and it's only now you realize he hasn't been speaking at all. Without a word, he presses the tip of his hardened cock up under your tail, to the squishy entrance of— !
"Enough! Don't you dare push further!" you shout as your eyes fill with rage. Shining Armor, however, doesn't yield. With a wet slick sound, the tip of his head vanishes inside of your anal ring. You groan in a torrential mixture of pleasure, pain, and anger. Never before have you allowed one to penetrate your most private area, and now that honor has been stolen by wretch like him?! "You filth! I will destroy you!" You attempt to push yourself up, but he shoves the full force of his weight into your back, sending you flat against the bed once more.
Shining Armor presses his shaft deeper into your hole, eliciting another groan from you, as he leans forward to meet your eye level. For the first time since you've seen him today, he smiles— coldly. "It was your suggestion that we become equals, Queen Chrysalis, and to do as I please. Where did you plan to put that thing between your legs when it was my turn?"
Spit flies from between your gritted teeth with each harsh breath you take. You're dumbstruck. He was right. He was right and it pissed you off even more. You turn your head away and yell, "Damn you!" You attempt to calm yourself, but your eyes are shaking with all your pent up rage. Your mind keeps repeating the word "revenge" over and over. As soon as he's finished, it will be your turn to break him. Once you're through, he won't be able to walk normally for the rest of his miserable life!
You turn back to face your assailant once more. He still has that stupid smile on his face as he pushes into your ass up to his balls. You force yourself not to react; you won't give him any more satisfaction from this than you have to. With determined concentration, you begin squeezing his shaft with your anal muscles. If this foal was impressed with your vaginal control, he was in for a shock.
Just as he did with your cunt, he pulls his hard cock just far enough out of you to avoid letting his tip slip out, and then hilts himself inside in a rhythmic motion that gains speed as he goes. You focus on milking him, causing your walls simulate the same orgasmic ripple as before, but the pressure is far greater. Shining Armor's smile falters as he winces from your treatment.
Your angry expression curves into a manic smile as you practically shout, "The mighty stallion dominates his whore of a captive, isn't that right, Shining Armor? Your thick, powerful rod slams into her, each thrust reminding her of her place underneath you. Surely her pride is all but destroyed. The only thing left for her to do is grit her teeth in rage as you prepare to pump her belly full of yet another hot load of cum. 'Breed her,' your mind shouts at you, 'breed her now!'" You can feel Shining Armor's pumping become more erratic as you encourage him, "She needs you to cum inside of her! To feel you fill her up! One more slut addicted to your incredible cock! Yes! Yes! Give this broodmare everything you have, Shining!"
Shining Armor closes his eyes as he continues thrusting, each one more shallow than the one prior. "Shut the fuck up, y-you annoying cunt!" he manages to blurt between panting breaths. However, it's too late; your faux flirting and begging has already pushed him beyond the point of no return. With no choice but to finish, he hilts himself inside of you as deeply as he can manage.
Being the polite and forgiving queen you are, you relax your anus enough to allow him all the way inside before clamping down once more. He tries to pull out a few times, but you're so firmly wrapped around his orgasmic flare that he can't budge. Shortly after hilting, he leans forward and groans into your back. His captive cock convulses rhythmically, each pulse sending shots of gooey cream into your awaiting anal cavity. You raise your ass up into his crotch and give him an exaggerated moan, "Oh, yes... you're so amazing, Shining. Give me every single drop." Your heavy tits jiggle with each bit of movement, causing your hard, sensitive nipples to rub against the soft and soaked bed fabric. The sensation sends shivers up your spine.
You can feel Shining attempting to pull himself free from your depths, his hooves digging into the middle of your back as he pushes himself backwards. You grin and poke your tongue out between your teeth, just enjoying the moment. "Finished already? Don't you want to enjoy the afterglow with me? Maybe cuddle?" you finish with a sneer. You see Cadance giggle to herself, though you can't be sure if it's from Shining's performance or your own. You release the pressure in your tunnel just enough to let him tug his softening member from your clutches, which finally exits with a satisfying, wet "pop." Once out, he collapses to the side, landing near Cadance.
Cadance smiles down at the exhausted unicorn and plays with his mane, "Did she catch you off-guard twice, dear?" His response is a meager chuckle, and she soon moves her attention to his soft member. She nudges it around a few times with the back of her hoof, "I know you could go again, but I think it's her turn now."
"Yes, of course it is! He will be shown no mercy!" you shout as you attempt to stand. Your legs shake and buckle, causing you to fall back flat against the bed. Between the two rutting sessions and your ridiculous tits, it's nearly impossible to stand. You quickly come up with an excuse, "But since I'm such a loving queen, I'll give him some time to prepare himself." Meanwhile, you focus on your breathing and try to recover as quickly as possible.
Cadance gives you a sly smirk, "That's very polite of you, Chryssi. I'll help him get ready." She stands and steps behind Shining, then gives his hindquarters a gentle slap with her hoof. Shining rolls his eyes and raises his ass into the air.
You squint in disbelief as Cadance casually brushes Shining's tail to the side and plunges her mouth around his puckered anus. You can hear her tongue go to work, getting him wet and loosening him up. The genuine enthusiasm she shows causes a blush to spread across your face; she's borderline ravenous. You thought she was exaggerating Shining's abilities, but under her sensual assault you see his shaft slowly grow rigid once more. This stallion is insatiable! He grunts and presses himself backwards into her, and she responds by wrapping her hooves around his hindquarters to keep herself firmly pressed into him.
The pink pony princess looks over at you and smiles with her eyes, but doesn't slow down. You shake off your initial surprise and return her smile; it's a great show, but you have your own part to play. It's no small part, at that. You reach deep into your heart, find all your determination as the queen of the changelings, as well as all the contempt you have for Shining defiling you, and force yourself to stand with a loud groan. Your legs quake, your tits slap together and weigh you down, but the fire rages in your eyes. As your ovipositor flexes and slaps against your underside, you yell in your mind, "You are Queen Chrysalis damn it, and you have a stallion in sore need of a lesson!"
Cadance moves her head away from Shining's ass, revealing his now loosened and soaked anus to you. She gives him a firm slap near the base of his tail, causing his hole to tighten back up, then gives you space to mount him. She seems content to simply sit idly by once more, if somewhat close to the action, which is fine with you. One plaything is enough for now.
Luckily, your height difference makes mounting him easier than it otherwise might be in your condition. With a delightful grin, you climb on top of the awaiting stallion, wrapping your forelegs around his chest as you line up your ovipositor with his forbidden entrance.
Unlike Shining, however, you don't simply thrust all at once. Where's the fun in that? With deliberately slow movements, you poke and prod at his hole, your tip barely parting his ring before pulling away once more. Each time you make contact, it creates audible wet, slicking noises. The more you tease him, the more the lasting silence becomes noticeable. "Why aren't you protesting, Shining Armor? No complaints? No curses for the changeling queen?" you inquire as your prodding becomes more insistent, each poke digging slightly deeper than the last. You release a guffaw before continuing, "It doesn't matter. I'm going to break you, Shining Armor. By the time I'm through, you won't feel whole without being filled by me." No response. It's less fun this way, but not enough to ruin your mood.
Your ovipositor drips with its own translucent green-tinged lube. After a few more steady prods, it has completely coated your tip, as well as his entrance. Each poke feels as though he's giving your ovipositor a tender kiss. You push further in, causing his ring to envelope your entire head, then carefully pull all the way out once more. Repeating the motion over and over turns the kiss into a soft sucking. You let out an exaggerated moan before biting your lips and plunging deeper. Deeper. All the way to—
You look around at yourself and see your massive tits are stopping you from going any deeper into Shining. Your ovipositor is only about one third of its length into his hole before the pillowy cushion of your teats stop it from going further. "Damn it all! Ridiculous, over-inflated tits!" So much for your full revenge. Your mood soured, you half-heartedly continue thrusting up to your limit. Not only are they in the way, but it makes quick movements impossible.
Cadance wraps one of her wings around your back and leans in next to you, "It's okay Chryssi, you don't need to let a setback like that ruin your fun. I'll help you out." She gives your cheek a nuzzle with her nose before sliding towards your rear. "She's gotten oddly affectionate and attached to you," you think to yourself. Then again, she might just be incredibly horny. You were too focused on Shining to notice how hungry her eyes had grown. That's right, she kept mentioning how no one could keep up with her, yet she hasn't really participated much.
Before you get the chance to ask her about it, you feel her hoof rise up from under your tail and pin it to your back. Suddenly, her hot tongue gives your ovipositor a long, slow lick, starting from between your tits and ending at your clit. You can hear her smack her lips, purposely loud enough for you to hear, then she begins exploring your labia with her tongue. A moan escapes you as the princess practically bathes your nethers, cleaning up any juices that once stained you. It's then that her hooves reach up and begin moving in circles on your sensitive nipples. Slow, deliberate motions that send waves of pleasure to join the rest of the veritable ocean already encompassing you.
"That's not fair, Princess," you say with a light, breathy tone. "This could hardly be considered proper revenge."
You feel her hooves move to a single tit. The tips of her hooves close in around the base of your rock-hard nipple, causing your golden liquid to squirt out. Your legs shake with pleasure as she repeats this multiple times, making sure to tease your nipple as a reward for your donation. Once those motions become predictable, you feel her increase her efforts on your sopping wet pussy, digging her tongue inside to search for more of your mixed flavors. You clutch onto Shining's back more so to brace yourself against the onslaught of sensations than to assist you with penetration. By now, your humping has died down to shallow motions.
It's becoming far too much to handle. Cadance has turned the tables on you, and you can now feel the greedy princess push so far that her chin is buried inside of you. You may not get what you wanted, but you will take a consolation prize. As you build towards your orgasm, you prepare a batch of eggs for your ovipositor— an action that is completely unnoticeable to the outside observer. Shining won't get your whole package, but he will get a delivery nonetheless.
Your pussy squelches and squirts as Cadance moans into you, tugging at your nipples with her hooves without even the attempt to milk you anymore. You notice Shining begin pushing back into your ovipositor and a smile grows across your face. Was he broken, even without the full force of your false phallus? The idea pushes you over the edge. You hug the stallion so tightly that you think he might break as your body convulses from the over-stimulation.
Your anus winks, your pussy soaks Cadance's face as she greedily gulps down your mare cum, and your ovipositor rhythmically flexes as it pumps egg after egg into the awaiting subject's depths. It's not until the afterglow dies down a bit that you realize you've been moaning into Shining's back and drooling on him for the whole process. Cadance is still cleaning you, much to your satisfaction and pleasure.
Shining finally turns to speak to you, "Were those lumps I felt? What'd you do?" To your delight, he now only appears curious rather than enraged. "Another stallion broken," you think to yourself. Soon he'll be begging for you to fill him again.
You wave your hoof dismissively and close your eyes before replying, "Oh, that? It was just an egg. One... dozen... ish. It's hard to say for sure."
You feel the cold air greet the area Cadance's warm tongue used to be as she pulls away. After wiping her mouth, she asks, "Eggs? You filled him with eggs? Are they fertilized?"
With a grunt, you use the last of your dying energy to pull yourself from Shining's back and collapse to the bed. "No, not fertilized. Despite your husband's best efforts, I can still choose whose cum I allow into my fertilization chamber." You give Cadance what likely appears to be a drunken smile, "You could even eat them, if you wish." The idea makes you giggle to yourself like an idiot.
There's a weight on your neck, and for a moment panic shoots through your body as it screams that you're being attacked, but then you hear a contented sigh follow. Opening your eyes, you see Shining Armor laying down next to you, his head resting over the top of your neck. Cadance lays on the opposite side of you, then rests her head on your chest. You're not entirely sure how to respond.
"It was noble of you to keep your word and not change your shape, even though that would have made pounding Shining's ass easier," Cadance says, either sounding dismissive or tired. Disappointed maybe? Wait, you could have changed your damn shape! The rage dies as quickly as it rises. Events turned out well enough. "I don't exactly have the, uh, equipment, so we had to make due with toys before. I'm sure the real thing was much better, right dear?"
"Totally, but not as intense as you usually get," Shining responds. "I didn't even cum again." You roll your eyes. They're both huge sluts. Just as you start wondering if they intend to invite you back for a second round, Cadance looks up at you with big, adorable eyes. "You'll have to let me go for a ride the next time that you're here. Tonight was for Shining, but another night will be for me, and then one for you," she finishes as she idly rubs your nipple. Suddenly, her eyes go wider. "Oh, you! You still need help! We got so caught up in ourselves that we forgot!"
Before you can react, Cadance is leaping off of your body, and Shining lifts his head from your neck as you float up into the air a couple inches above the bed, suspended in Cadance's magic. You're then flipped around so your ass is pointed at her, and she spreads your legs apart. "What are— stop flipping me all over the place!" you yell indignantly. She sets you down on the bed once more, then gets to work squeezing your tits, milking you into one of the jars she asked for. "I'm not some dairy cow to be muh— muhuh..." you begin protesting, but the sensation feels so great you simply trail off. It's like a mixture of the satisfaction from relieving yourself combined with the pleasure of stimulation. You spread your legs wider and allow your front half to lay on the bed.
Soon, Shining lends a helping hoof, squeezing away at your tit and stealing the occasional fondle from various other regions as he goes. You don't mind, and before long you're all laying on the bed again, now freshly relieved of a significant amount of crotch weight: three gallons of "milk." You really should figure out what it is, but it can wait until tomorrow.
For now, you're going to enjoy the night with your new lovers.
Morning came, and you handled what remained of the negotiations with the two rulers of the Crystal Empire. Needless to say, things went much more smoothly this time.
The urgent message Cadance initially came to you with was that your love-collecting drones were "loving guards." In a way, all of your nights were similar. All parties involved are satisfied to leave it at that.
After another milking session, it was determined that the mystery golden liquid you produced was akin to the nectar that bees make before fanning it off into honey. Yours obviously has additional properties yet undiscovered, but at least you know it wasn't something you'd have to be disgusted about.
Cadance and Shining were insistent on your hasty return to their empire, much to your delight. They even suggested you bring your hive, if you can keep them under control. You assured them that the love your group collected would be enough to get them all back on their hooves, and that you might consider it. The prospect of such a full hive was interesting, but you're also not sure the empire could survive that many horny bugs all at once. You've elected to only bring small groups with you, much to the delight of the guards.
You finally depart with the promise of your return, along with the promise that you can change yourself into all manner of exciting and exotic things.
