> Wish Fulfillment
>  by Some Leech
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> Private Lesson
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Darting back and leaping forward, parrying a blow with her épée, Kryo set her brow. Her attire was anything but regal, consisting of a jacket, gloves, breeches, and a grated mask, though it was fitting for the occasion. She grunted in frustration, trying and failing to strike at her illusive foe.

“You’ll have to try harder than that,” Chrysalis hissed, narrowly avoiding the lunge.

While Kryo was no longer a soldier, having tendered her formal resignation from the guard nearly two weeks prior, her patron Queen had insisted she continue her fencing training. Equestria was a dangerous place, enemies of the hive lay all around them, and she had to be able to defend herself at any given time - at least that’s what she’d been told. Dipping low, nearly falling into a squat, she fell for a feigned riposte and winced when the blunted tip of steel pressed to her shoulder.

Chrysalis smiled behind her mask, her eyes glowing in the dim light, and straightened. “Have we been neglecting our duties?”

Taking off her mask, Kryo grimaced. “Of course not, my Queen. It’s just -”

“Just what,” the Matriarch interrupted, squinting over at the nubile drone. “Just that you’re too busy servicing guards in the barracks? Too busy selecting what comely garments to wear around my palace?”

“No - no, of course not,” the Princess shook her head, averting her gaze as a blush crept into her cheeks.

Quietly tsking to herself, Chrysalis removed her mask. “I selected you to be a Princess, not some common whore who runs off and slavers over the first virile male she stumbles upon.”

Kryo clenched her fist and kept her eyes on the floor. “I know, my Queen.”

“If that’s true, why is the soldiery abuzz about how a certain former Captain disgraced herself before an entire unit ~ hmm?” Chrysalis pressed.

“I was…” she faltered, struggling to find her voice. “I was distracted, my Queen.”

Wheeling around and strutting away, the Queen placed her blade on a rack by the door. “If distractions are an issue for you, some additional training may be in order. Be at my chamber within the hour.”

“Yes, my Queen,” Kryo instantly replied, giving a small bow for good measure. “I live to serve.”

“That you do,” Chrysalis chuckled as she sauntered out. Stopping part way through the door, she peered back at her protege with a smirk. “And Kryo…”

“Yes, my Queen?”

“Wear something alluring for me,” the Matriarch continued. “With such lackluster swordsmanship skills, I would hope your powers of seduction aren’t as disappointing.”

Before Kryo could say a word, her Queen was gone. Steadily removing the padded gear from her frame, she cursed under her breath. She should have known Chrysalis would hear about the incident in the barracks, when she’d ended up servicing several strong, virile guards, though that did little to help her current predicament. She would have been angry, but the comment about additional training, while wearing something captivating, piqued her interest.

After stowing her épée and equipment, she marched up to her room to clean up and prepare. She had hoped to relax that evening, possibly going out for a nice meal and a coffee, but those plans had been dashed. Chrysalis had demanded she continue her tutelage, and so she would do just that - still, the order to dress in something alluring left her a bit confused.

Shortly after being promoted to the position of Princess, she’d been taught how to present herself as a mare. The way she spoke, how she walked, her wardrobe - from the ground up, she’d had to reforge herself into a beautiful, delicate flower for her Queen. She’d be lying if she said having to remake herself hadn’t been the hardest thing she’d ever done, but she’d done it without question - not simply because she was honored, but because there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for Chrysalis.

She reached her quarters after only a handful of minutes, having ascended the central spire of the keep, and marched inside. It would have been nice to get a small break, some time to relax and unwind, but the Queen had been absolute. She was expected to fulfill a task - an admittedly odd task, but a task nonetheless, and that’s what she was going to do.

A fortunate bit of news was that she had an hour to prepare herself, allowing her to take a long, refreshing shower - the bad news was that, once she had finished washing herself and drying off, she had no idea what to wear. Standing before her admittedly expansive wardrobe, she rubbed her chin and thoughtfully considered her various outfits. Most drones lacked any sense of fashion, relying on their uniforms or painfully pedestrian attire, yet she had a cornucopia of attire to choose from.

Alluring - Chrysalis had used that exact word. She felt certain that she’d be berated if she selected anything too revealing or slatternly, but choosing something too conservative would defeat the purpose. As her eyes settled on a cyan cocktail dress, the corners of her lips turned up. If her Queen wanted her to look tastefully provocative, she had just the thing.

Since she’d left the soldiery, even before she’d given up her rank, she’d fully committed herself to her position. A Princess was many things, stately and respectable being two of the most important, but beautiful was always at the top of the list. She would never have guessed she’d be taken under Chrysalis’ wing - then again, that was far from the most stunning thing to happen to her.

It took her little time to get dressed, slipping into the various pieces of her ensemble, but she spent longer than she would have liked applying her makeup. Turquoise lipstick, a hint of blush, eye liner, touching up her nails - each and every detail had to be perfect for her Queen. It was only after she was completely finished with herself that she stepped back from the vanity to gaze at her reflection.

Her hair was brushed back, her outfit showed off her curves, and her heels made her ordinarily plump tush look even better than it usually did. She would turn heads wherever she went, catching stallions’ eyes while making mares envious, and the thought brought a smile to her face. She shot herself a wink as she turned, running her hands down her sides to her hips, and inspected her backside.

Most drones in the palace knew her as Princess Kryo, treating her with respect and eyeing her hungrily when they thought she wasn’t looking, although that was a bit deceptive. While her name was Kryo, she was a Princess in title alone. Feeling her panties tent slightly, turned on by the sight of herself, she straightened her dress and sashayed to the exit.

There was nothing wrong with being a stallion - in fact, she’d quite enjoyed her time as one, but being a cute little mare - stars above, it was absolutely phenomenal. The way ponies and changelings alike looked at her, as well as how she was treated, was great, never failing to put a smile on her face, but she absolutely loved the attire. Snug panties, a bra to support her perky little a-cup bosoms, and skirts or dresses that made her feel stylish were monumentally more comfortable than boring old slacks and shirts.

“Ma’am,” a guard announced, snapping a crisp salute as she rounded a corner.

She nodded over to him, walking past without breaking her stride. As she moved down the corridor, nearing Chrysalis’ chamber, she peeked back over her shoulder. Seeing the burly sentry ogling her rump, she stifled a giggle and shot him a wink. She knew it was wrong to tease the praetorians, having been chastised by her Queen on a number of occasions, but she simply couldn’t help herself.

The attention - Chrysalis forgive her, the attention she got made her weak in the knees. At best, in peak physical condition with a monstrous package, the most a stallion might get from onlookers is a smile or a seductive glance, although mares were actively fawned over and pampered. With a spring in her step, nearly forgetting about the loss she’d suffered while fencing earlier, she traipsed to Chrysalis’ chamber, lifted a hand, and knocked on the door.

“I told you I wanted privacy, you simpering buffoon!” an irate, familiar voice bellowed from within.

Kryo stepped back and cleared her throat, given a moment for pause at the unexpected outburst. “My Queen, it’s me, Kryo. I’m here like you asked…” Several seconds of silence passed, making her all the more nervous, before she got a reply.

“Come in, but be sure to lock up behind yourself,” Chrysalis called, sounding marginally less annoyed than usual.

Doing as asked, Kryo saw herself in. The first thing to strike her was how dark the chamber was, lit only by a number of softly glowing crystals set about the expansive room. She turned and faced the door, turning the lock to ensure they wouldn’t be bothered, before she gave her Queen her full attention. It wasn’t the first time she’d visited the Matriarch’s boudoir, nor would it be the last, but she still fought to contain herself on such occasions.

“My Queen,” she began, wheeling around, “I…”

Her jaw nearly hit the floor, and her eyes went wide, as she gazed upon the bed. Sprawled out on the mattress, propped up on a mound of pillows, was Chrysalis. She’d presumed the Queen would have made herself comfortable, changing out of her sparring gear to wear something more fitting, but the sight of the tall, curvaceous, utterly naked changeling ruler all but literally took her breath away.

“Something wrong, my little Princess?” Chrysalis cooed. “Are you a bit distracted?”

While Kryo did realize the Queen had said something, she couldn’t fathom what it was. Stumbling upon Chrysalis nude would have been enough to send her for a loop, but seeing what her patron was doing nearly made her faint. With one hand behind her head, the majestic changeling stroked what had to be the biggest, juiciest stallionhood she’d ever seen.

Rolling her eyes, continuing to languidly jack herself off, Chrysalis groaned. “If you don’t close that cute little mouth of yours, you’re going to start drooling on my carpet…”

Shaking her head and ripping free from her stupor, Kryo tore her eyes off the Queen’s divine equipment. “I…I’m sorry, my Queen, I didn’t -”

“Strip,” Chrysalis tutted, cutting her off.

Kryo blinked in disbelief, askance. “W…what?”

“Strip, Kryo, right now,” the Queen repeated, a bit harsher this time. “I know getting all gussied up must have been a chore, and that dress does look quite nice on you, but you’ve been given an order.

With her mouth going dry, heart pounding in her chest, and a lump forming in her throat, Kryo reached behind herself and pawed at the zipper on her dress. What in Tartarus was going on? Since when had Chrysalis had such a  huge cock? Why was she supposed to strip if she’d been told to wear anything at all? A hundred questions besieged her, but then the blinding light of understanding shone though - distracted. This was all some sort of test to ensure she didn’t get distracted!

Steeling herself, she pulled at the zipper over her back as she stared down at the floor. If she was ordered to get undressed, she’d get undressed - after all, it wasn’t like Chrysalis hadn’t seen her in the buff before. Fidgeting anxiously, not knowing what to say or if she should say anything at all, she allowed the dress to slide down her torso, past her legs, and around her feet.

“Mmmmmm -” Chrysalis hummed, drawing the Princess’ attention back to herself, “those panties work exceptionally well with that bra of yours. Did I - Oh - so you are distracted.”

Following the Matriarch’s gaze, Kryo started when she peered down and saw the small, damp imprint of her rigid prick. She hadn’t even been able to get her panties off, and yet her treacherous body had given away just how turned on she was. She ultimately decided to save her underwear for last, dreading what Chrysalis’ reaction would be to seeing her erection, as she unclasped her bra.

Embarrassed didn’t begin to describe how she felt. With her top uncovered, she hooked her thumbs over her underwear, squatted down, and drew the garment down her legs. There would be no hiding her shame, regardless of how miniscule it was, but at least she could act ladylike until she was fully undressed. She stood slowly and gracefully, having stepped out of her dress and panties, and covered her chest with one arm while holding a hand over her groin.

“May I put my clothes on your dresser?” she asked, not wanting her garments to get dirty.

Waving a hand, the Queen motioned to the side. “You may, but be quick about it.”

Kryo gathered up her attire, walked over to the dresser, and hastily folded each piece before setting them down. “Might I ask why-”

She fell silent, turning and finding herself staring squarely at the Matriarch’s considerable bosom. Without making a sound, faster than should have been possible, Chrysalis had crossed the chamber to loom over her. Swallowing hard, she turned her head to look away - unfortunately, a slender hand grabbed her jaw and turned her muzzle upward.

“Don’t get distracted,” Chrysalis clucked. Removing her hand, she slowly circled her shivering guest. “Place your hands at your sides. I wish to inspect my Princess.”

“Y…yes…” Kryo uneasily breathed, reluctantly moving her hands away from her groin and modest bust.

A cocktail of fear and arousal surged through her, causing a bead of sweat to form on her temple. The Queen was nearly impossible to read, having a steely gaze and an almost annoyed expression. Like a statue, she stood motionless until her gracious host sauntered back to the bed and eased herself down.

Just as the trembling Princess exhaled, having held her breath through the brief but nerve-wracking inspection, Chrysalis beckoned. “This is what you want ~ isn’t it?” she snickered, leaning back on one arm while grasping the base of her prodigious endowment.

“It…” Kryo swallowed hard, her mouth going from parched to watering in the blink of an eye. “It is, my Queen.”

“I suppose it can’t be helped,” the Matriarch sighed. “For your honesty, I’ll allow you to worship me.”

A bead of pre-cum dangled from her minuscule tool, swaying with each step until it smeared on her thigh. She revered and cherished her Queen more than anyone, stallion or otherwise, so the revelation that Chrysalis had somehow concealed a downright godly package was equal parts jarring and wildly inspirational. Crossing over to the side of the bed, she fell to her knees between her gracious host’s steadily parting thighs.

She’d met a few guards packing some serious heat in her day, including a particularly brutish drone she’d encountered when resigning, but Chrysalis had them all beat by a substantial margin. Maybe the Queen had always hidden her package, or possibly she’d made it bigger for the occasion - regardless, the towering, chartreuse shaft was gargantuan. Kneeling in place, she admired every little detail of the awe-inspiring anatomy.

Chrysalis’ stallionhood was nearly as big as her forearm and easily thicker than her wrist, although the pair of heavy, pendulous balls that rested beneath it were just as breathtaking. Each heavy testicle was roughly the size of a large orange, holding enough seed to knock up at least a dozen mares in a single night. She recalled her mentor’s words, realizing she’d been staring, and peered up to the Matriarch’s face.

“Go on,” Chrysalis urged, moving her hand and letting her length fall over the Princess’ face. “If you’re going to stare at it all day, I’ll -”

“No!” Kryo bleated and hastily covered her muzzle. “N…no, my Queen. Allow me to serve you.”

Not waiting for a reply, fearing she may provoke her ill-tempered Queen further, she shuffled forward and brought her muzzle to the root of Chrysalis’ immense shaft. The moment she drew a breath, her sinuses were flooded by the most ambrosial, masculine scent she’d ever smelled before. Goosebumps formed on her skin, her nipples went erect, and a soft groan escaped her. Somehow embodying the best parts of a stallion and a mare, the aroma fogged her thoughts and drew her in.

She drifted forward, pressing her lips to the girthy root of cock to give it a small, introductory kiss. As turned on as she was, she simply couldn’t cave to her burgeoning urges - at least not yet. One hand softly cradled and kneaded the Matriarch’s nuts, her forked, serpent-like tongue slid around the impossibly huge length, and she brushed her mane from her face. A mixture of technique and entertainment, the opening act of this sinful, wholly unexpected tryst had to be perfect.

Chrysalis gazed down her chest, between her parted breasts and watched her guest work. “Should you fail me as a Princess, at least I’ll be able to put you to work as a whore.”

“Mmmhmm,” Kryo thoughtlessly hummed, completely entranced by the musk she breathed and the taste of sweat dancing over her palate.

Gliding a hand over her chest, she tweaked and pinched one nipple. For all intents and purposes, this was a dream come true. Had someone ever told her she’d become intimate with Chrysalis, she would have laughed at them and called them mad, that’s what fate held in store for her. She inched back slightly, licking and kissing her way up her host’s weighty, drooping length.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me to sell you to lonely stallions,” Chrysalis continued.

The words barely registered to Kryo as she opened her maw and wrapped her lips around the bloated cock-head. She wouldn’t be surprised if Chrysalis hadn’t showered after the sparring match, so strong was the taste and smell accosting her, though that was far from a bad thing. Adjusting herself, abandoning her supple teat, she put both hands to work pleasuring her regal lover.

Though she’d sucked a few rather large cocks in her day, she was honestly unsure she’d be able to fully fellate Chrysalis - nevertheless, that wasn’t going to stop her from trying. She stroked the Queen’s length with both hands, abandoning any efforts to get herself off. Even if she hadn’t been asked, she would have gleefully choked herself on her patron’s stallionhood without the slightest bit of hesitation.

She stifled a gag as the dick bumped against the back of her throat, but she was undeterred. Bobbing her head, she softly hummed and caressed the sensitive underside of length with her tongue. Her pucker winked and excitedly clenched, longing to be filled, and her diminutive colthood was so hard that it hurt, but she scarcely noticed either. Until her Queen ordered to do otherwise, she’d continue venerating the throbbing behemoth in her grasp.

Sitting up fully, Chrysalis lightly patted the wanton Princess’ cheek. “Stand…”

Kryo begrudgingly withdrew, freeing her muzzle with a soft pop. “My Queen?”

“Stand, I said,” the Queen barked.

Leaping up to her feet, leaving a strand of saliva and pre-cum hanging from her chin, Kryo licked her lips. Had she done something wrong? Was her blowjob found lacking? Looking over to her host’s nightstand, she did a double take when she noticed the time. There was no way in Tartarus she’d been nursing on her Queen for ten minutes ~ had there? Turning her attention back to Chrysalis, she noticed the Matriarch staring intently at her crotch.

“I believe I’ve found why you’re so preoccupied,” she mused, reaching out and lightly flicking the Princess’ prick.

Suppressing a whimper, Kryo tried desperately to think of something to say. She couldn’t deny that she was turned on - such an act would be ludicrous, but she didn’t want to admit that she’d fantasized about her Queen either. Caught at an impasse, with her anxiety skyrocketing, she nearly jumped when her host patted her thigh.

“Sit down on my lap,” Chrysalis placidly instructed, closing her legs.

Kryo’s jaw flapped uselessly, and she felt as though her knees were about to give out, doubting her ears. “E…excuse m-”

“I said sit,” the Queen groaned. “If you’re confused as to how to sit - straddle my cock, place your back against my chest, and make yourself comfortable.”

Sarcasm aside, the command gave no room for doubt. Turning and facing away from her host, Kryo cautiously backed up. Chrysalis was more than accommodating, pushing her titanic shaft downward while she lowered herself. The slick, massive length sank between her thighs, grinding against her coin purse and making her quiver in delight. By the time she was fully seated, her head coming to rest just between the Queen’s bosoms, it almost looked like the colossal stallionhood standing at her groin was her own.

Her hands drifted forward, instinctively clutching and stroking the stallionhood all but crushing her comparatively dainty little package. For a fleeting instant, she imagined what it would be like to wield something so spectacular - so huge, but the thought was transient. Feeling a hot breath on her ear, she turned her head and peeked up at Chrysalis’ face. 

Slipping a hand around the Princess’ waist, Chrysalis caressed Kryo’s meager endowment. “I’ve seen mares with bigger clits than this miserable little thing…”

Kryo gazed down at her crotch, overcome with a strange mix of emotions. A part of her was mortified with the assertion, clinging to the vestiges of her masculinity, but another, far stronger portion of herself reveled at the observation. As she continued to run her hands up and down the Matriarch’s shaft, a harsh laugh cut through the air.

“You like that ~ don’t you?” Chrysalis pressed. “Look, it’s so small that I can barely get two fingers on it.”

With her prick pinched between her host’s thumb and index finger, Kryo gnawed her lip. She’d always been on the small side of things, but seeing her equipment against the Queen’s stallionhood made her look positively petite. She whined slightly, reflexively bucking her hips into her host’s hand, and tightened her grip.

Chrysalis stopped dead, going completely motionless as her horn and eyes went alight. “You know, I could help with that…”

“H…how?” she sputtered, she sputtered, seeing the Queen’s aura surrounding her tiny dick.

Feeling an odd tingle in her loins, she gasped. She initially thought that Chrysalis was simply easing her, using magic to stimulate her prick, but she’d been wrong - so terribly, wondrously wrong. Her length withered, slipping beneath the threshold of the Matriarch’s pointer. Unable to look away, she feverishly humped at her host’s hand.

Drawing her tongue up the Princess’ ear, Chrysalis sighed. “So pathetic. To think you’d ever called yourself a stallion at all is galling - an insult to the real stallions in my hive. Tell me ~ how small do you think it can get?”

What the heck was she supposed to say - moreover, what sort of answer did the Queen expect? It wasn’t like she’d used her cock, if she could even call it that, over the last few months, preferring to get off from pounding her ass with a dildo, but that didn’t mean it was alright to rob her of what little endowment she had ~ did it? At a complete loss, mesmerized by the sight of her diminishing shaft, she couldn’t think of a reply.

It would have been impossible for Chrysalis to know it, but she had considered what it would be like if she was even smaller below the belt. Though she was undoubtedly a bottom, relishing being manhandled and fucked by someone larger and more powerful than herself, she found herself wondering what it would be like to take that to the extreme. The chances of her ever regaining her masculinity were low, so low as to be nonexistent, so why wouldn’t she fully commit to being a Princess.

“...”

Chrysalis slowed, the power around her horn fading ever so slightly, and she looked into the Princess’ eyes. “What was that?”

“Smaller…”

A rictus grin split the Queen’s snout as she shifted her hand and pressed a digit to the twitching, drooling tip of her guest’s almost nonexistent shaft. “How small? Come now - a Princess must learn to speak up.”

“A…as small as y…you’d like,” she whispered.

Chrysalis’ smirk grew wide, her pupils contracted to razored slits, and light blossomed from her gnarled horn. “In that case…”

Kryo threw her head back, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, and writhed against the Queen. The mystical sensation around her nethers was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, being blissful to a fault, but her pleasure didn’t end there. She drew in Chrysalis’ natural bouquet with every shuddering breath, the mountainous breasts to either side of her head wobbled as her host laughed, and the sight of the absurdly huge cock pressed to her coin purse was a testament to something she’d never be.

Each and every one of her senses were accosted, driving her to the brink of release, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Creeping past the point of no return, understanding it would be a matter of when, not if she came, she was brought to the very edge of what she could endure. As Chrysalis’ finger ran around the very end of her shaft, she made a fatal error - she looked up.

The predatory look in Chrysalis’ eyes did her in, casting her into the nirvanic oblivion of a mind-shattering climax. Her rapturous wail echoed off the walls, contrasted by the wicked tittering of her host, while she spasmed atop her Queen. The pleasure she felt was indescribable, easily one of, if not the most intense climax she’d ever had, though it came with a price.

Even before the Princess impotent spunk had ceased flowing, Chrysalis shoved her guest to the side. “You should be ashamed of yourself, cumming so quickly from something so little.”

Wearily lifting her head and looking over, heaving air into her chest, Kryo looked over. “I…I’m - Cough - I’m s…sorry.”

“If you’re sorry, then prove it,” Chrysalis huffed, crawling up the mattress and rolling onto her back. Resting on the mound of pillows under her headboard, she slipped her hands behind her head and nodded to her groin. “Since you won’t be getting anyone off with that little worm of yours, make yourself useful.”

The euphoric haze lifted from her mind, allowing Kryo to think clearly. Glancing down at her crotch, she understood the full repercussions of what she’d asked for. She’d joked about how her colthood was a clit, a useless, dainty ornament that only served as a reminder of what she once had been, but it was no longer a joke at all.


Her softening clit wasn’t even an inch long, barely clearing the soft skin on her groin, and her balls had been reduced almost to the size of ball-bearings. There was no way for her to tell if the magic was permanent or if it would subside after some time had passed, though she secretly prayed she wouldn’t regain any of her former size. Hearing an expectant cough, she was snapped back to the present.

“Well?” Chrysalis growled. “If you continue being distracted, I’ll make my threat about pimping you out a reality.”

“Yes, my Queen. I’m sorry, my Queen,” she quickly murmured, falteringly pushing herself up onto all fours to crawl over to her host.

She had to pull herself together - she had to concentrate. The Queen - her Queen had yet to get off, having simply taken pleasure toying with her since she’d arrived, but she was going to fix that. Stopping at Chrysalis' hip, she extended her tongue, shot forward, and dragged her tongue up the Matriarch’s length. With no conventional lube to be seen, her saliva would have to suffice.

In spite of having just squirted, she moved with a purpose driven by unfettered lust and admiration. Chrysalis had given her everything she could ever want, placing her in the lap of luxury and metamorphosing her into a gorgeous young mare with an adorable little clit, and now she was going to repay her for all the kindness she’d received. Continuing onward, moving up the supine Queen, she dragged her groin over the gargantuan length of cock until it sprang between her legs and into the cleft of her ass.

“So eager,” Chrysalis tittered, slowly planting her feet on the mattress.

Kryo daintily placed her hands on the Queen’s tits, her fingers sinking into the yielding, doughy mounds, and lifted her waist. Gilded by feel alone, she brought her pucker to the monstrous cock-head, slowly exhaled, and bore her weight down. She had to stay relaxed - if she didn’t, it would be impossible for her to spear herself on something so large.

With her eyes closed, trying her best not to tense, she stared when something ran up her leg and to her waist. She’d anticipated having to do all the work herself, but she’d miscalculated. As soon as she opened her eyes, having closed them to help her concentrate, Chrysalis grabbed her and gave a savage thrust.

Her backdoor yielded in an instant, filled with what had to be nearly a foot of cock by her Queen’s unstoppable plunge. Past her little tits, she could already see the imprint of Chrysalis’ cock within her lower abdomen. She should have - would have been proud of the accomplishment, had she not been keenly aware that she’d only embraced a portion of her host’s considerable, unbelievably thick shaft.

She tried - heaven help her, she tried to move, but the most she could manage was to keep herself upright - even then, it was a struggle. Gradually sinking lower, with the strength fleeing from her limbs, she was left helpless to stop the Queen’s assault. The first thrust was met by a second, equally powerful plunge, setting her lean back against her lover’s thighs while crying out in delight.

“Don’t just sit there,” Chrysalis groused, slapping the Princess’ flank.

“S…sorry,” Kryo mewled.

Summoning a strength she didn’t know she had, she flexed her legs, lifted her waist, and began fucking herself on her Queen. She was slow to start, incrementally descending lower and lower down Chrysalis’ shaft, yet the thrill of it all, paired with her ravenous libido, was enough motivation to keep her going. As she leaned back, bracing herself on her lover’s knees, she glanced down her chest.

Her clit had become so small that she couldn’t even see the thing flopping and bouncing about uselessly on her crotch. Filled with unimaginable lust, her perversions seizing hold of her, she steadily moved faster and faster. She was a mare, a pair of warm, succulent holes to pleasure those who deserved to breed, and she wouldn’t change it for the world.

At some point or another, though she couldn’t say exactly when, Chrysalis took a more active role. Synchronizing her movements, the Matriarch bucked up to meet her downward plunges. Ropes of saliva hung from her jaw, smearing over her chest and distended abdomen, while she leaked an unending amount of pre-cum on her Queen. She loved it - she loved how she was being treated, she loved how puny she was, and she loved the sensation of being a living, breathing cock-warmer for the most amazing changeling to ever walk on the face of Equestria.

Chrysalis shifted one hand, bringing her thumb to the flaccid nub on the Princess’ groin, and jeered. “Allow me to help…”

The second Chrysalis started getting her off, rubbing her clit, Kryo was wracked with ecstasy. Her back arched, a shrill howl escaped her, and her stuffed hole spasmed around the gargantuan length pistoning into her. While it may have been the first time she’d gotten off like a mare, having nothing whatsoever to actually stroke, she felt certain it would be far from the last.

Picking up the slack, Chrysalis plowed into her mate with increasing force. Her vividly colored stallionhood drew out Kryo’s pucker with each backstroke, before ramming back into the once-taut hole. She was ruthless, her medial ring grinding the Princess’ p-spot to a pulp, and she grew more and more fierce as the seconds passed.

Kryo had done many things in her day, yet she was unprepared for the onslaught from her Queen. One climax bled into another, creating a feedback loop of nirvanic pleasure that she feared may ruin her forever - even so, she yearned for more. Forcing herself to remain conscious through sheer willpower alone, she weakly bounced atop the she-stud.

Though she was outclassed in every conceivable way, her efforts eventually bore fruit. Chrysalis’ sadistic expression waned, shifting to one of concentration. As inconceivable as it was, so far as she could tell, the Queen was getting close. The throbbing length rearranging her insides, the small tremors in the Matriarch’s thighs, and the almost frantic pace of their motions gave further proof that she was about to get what she so desperately longed for.

A burst of energy filled her, allowing her to straighten up and grasp the back of her head. Every part of her was put on display, from her luscious mane to her almost nonexistent endowment, as she unleashed a deep, sensual moan. Her gaze wandered upward, locking eyes with Chrysalis, as she gave voice to her desires.

“T…take me!” she yowled. “Ruin me for anypony else!”

Either her lecherous demand was the straw that broke the camel’s back or her timing had been coincidentally perfect - either way, her wish was granted. Chrysalis gripped her hips and gave a final, unyielding thrust, burying every inch of her colossal stallionhood. Having been on the verge of cumming again for several seconds, she spontaneously climaxed when an unimaginable influx of scalding jizz flowed into her.

Her mouth hung open in a noiseless scream, as every nerve in her body went alight. To call the experience an orgasm would have been an understatement - this was something vastly more powerful and profound. The last few drops of watery seed within her body were forced out, and with them what little chance she had to become a stallion again. As her vision tunneled, realizing what she had permanently lost, her physical rapture was joined by raw, spiritual bliss - she’d been made complete.

Try as she might, she could barely keep herself from blacking out. The world faded in and out of existence, her limbs felt as though they weighed a thousand tonnes, and she could barely keep her eyes open, yet she didn’t succumb. Lost to a sea of unremitted joy, she only discovered that she’d moved when she saw Chrysalis’ face right beside her.

“Finally awake?” the Queen softly inquired.

“Y…yes,” Kryo rasped, embarrassed that she’d apparently blacked out.

Laying side by side with her guest, her cock still sheathed in the Princess’ confines, she withdrew and nodded downward. “Look…”

As Kryo peered down, her eyes shot wide. Her ordinarily flat belly had rounded considerably, filled with what had to be at least a gallon of thick, virile seed. Anypony that saw her could easily mistake her as being pregnant - exceedingly pregnant, and the sight brought a weary smile to her face. Lovingly caressing her gut, she clenched her hole around the softening length inside her.

“If you serve me well, I might - might consider doing this again,” Chrysalis muttered, “but don’t let that go to your head.”

“I won’t, my Queen,” Kryo chirped, nearly kissing Chrysalis’ cheek. “Thank you, my Queen.”

With her lip curling, Chrysalis went to push herself up. “I’m going to take a shower. Spread your legs for me.”

Kryo lifted her legs and grabbed her ankles as the Queen got to her knees. Tightening her battered ass, she mopped every drop of jizz from the cock being lazily pulled out of her. She had no way to know when or if Chrysalis would call upon her for a bit of stress relief, so she wished to savor the prolific load of spunk for as long as she could. With a small grunt, spilling only the slightest amount of jizz, she tightened up as the tremendous cock popped free.

As she gazed down on her cum-filled guest, the barest hint of a blush graced Chrysalis’ cheeks. “Go get yourself cleaned up. I don’t want my Princess going about looking like a broodmare - oh and Kryo…”

Just having unsteadily gotten to her feet, Kryo peeked over at the Queen. “Yes?”

“Don’t presume this is the end of your training. I have big things in store for you…” Chrysalis darkly tittered, traipsing into her bathroom and out of sight.

Left to wonder what the Matriarch meant, Kryo beamed. Despite looking absolutely gravid, being exhausted, and dreading the walk back to her chamber, she couldn’t have been more pleased with how the evening had gone. She drunkenly trudged to the exit, placed her hand on the doorknob, and glanced over her shoulder at the bed. So help her, if it was the last thing she did, she’d spend an entire night on that mattress eventually…