Come Slowly Flitting By...
“Ugh…” Anon groaned, falteringly lifting her head as her eyelids fluttered open.
Darkness greeted her, though it wasn’t the darkness she’d been expecting. The deep shadows and cool air of the Everfree were gone, replaced by the gloom and still, clammy air of somewhere unfamiliar graced her skin. As her eyes adjusted to the almost preternaturally dim light around her, her thoughts began to race.
Even though Equestria was a relatively safe place, all but vacant of the vandals and hoolims of Earth, going out at night was typically avoided. While rare, there were wild beasts that lurked beneath the moon for prey that was either too ignorant or too foolish to curl up and sleep somewhere warm and secure until dawn. It wasn’t like she enjoyed outings after the sun had set, but she’d done so for good cause.
Her housemate and one of her closest friends, a unicorn mare named Nutmeg, was suffering through a terrible bout of hay fever from the changing seasons. She couldn’t in good conscience let the poor pony sit there and be miserable, constantly sniffling and sneezing throughout the night, so she’d set out to get some relief for her companion. The bad news was that the Ponyville clinic was closed until morning - the good news was that she hadn’t been completely out of options.
With her shawl to fend off the autumn breeze, she’d set off to the sprawling forest just south of town. Within the verdant woodland of the Everfree resided her one and only chance of helping Nutmeg before daybreak. Though she’d only met Zecora once, she’d heard tales of the exotic mare’s abilities to craft potions and elixirs that could, if the stories were right, address nearly any malady.
The moon and stars shone brightly overhead in the cloudless sky, the temperature was pleasantly cool, and her trek had gone without incident - that was until she’d reached the treeline. In spite of resting beside Ponyville, the Everfree was an untamed wilderness of ill repute. Residents of town spoke of the jungle in hushed tones, oftentimes conspiring on what mythical or deadly creatures reside therein, but Anon had been undeterred. If she was to find a cure for Nutmeg and get a restful night’s sleep, she would brave the dark and face her fears.
Pressing onward and into the brush, she stuck closely to the hoofpath that led deeper and deeper into the woods. Nutmeg had tried to convince her not to go, telling her that she’d be fine until sunup, although she’d ultimately relented and given directions to Zecora’s hut. All she had to do was follow the trail until she came upon the zebra’s home, a small cottage adorned with fetishes and hewn into a monstrous cypress sat by a bog.
The journey should have been easy and taken no more than an hour or two at most - unfortunately for her, at some point or another, something had gone devastatingly awry. It, whatever it was, had happened so fast that she genuinely couldn’t say what had transpired. One moment she’d been walking along and driving through the underbrush at a slow, steady pace - the next, she was tumbling to the earth before falling unconscious.
Shaking her head and coming back to the present, guessing that a limb must have fallen from a tree and struck her, she reached for her head and froze. The muscles on her arm tensed, her mind telling them to move, yet her limb didn’t budge. Sensing something around her wrist, something that hadn’t been there when she’d left her home, she came to a startling realization.
She’d initially assumed she was laying on her back, but that wasn’t quite accurate. Pulling at her arms and legs, she felt her limbs meet resistance. Though she couldn’t explain what was going on, it became painfully clear that she was suspended in some way. She grew increasingly frantic, stricken by images of herself becoming the victim of some nightmarish spider, before going completely still and saving her strength.
Wherever she was was quiet, eerily quiet, yet the silence was broken by the sound of approaching hooves. The noise was a gift from the heavens, immediately affording her a sliver of relief. Whoever was approaching, regardless of what variety of pony they were, would help her. Turning and looking in the direction of her would-be savior, she could only barely make out the silhouette of somepony in the distance.
“H…hello?” she warily called out, renewing her efforts to free herself. “I’m down here…”
The figure slowed, if only just, as it languidly drew nearer. One of, if not the best thing about winding up in Equestria was that she never had a shortage of assistance. Whether it regarded trivial tasks such as carrying groceries or more onerous endeavors like replacing a door, somepony would jump in and lend her a hoof - sure, she’d lost her apartment, the crummy job she’d been working at that design studio, and she may never see her family cat again, but those were small prices to pay for living in a world filled with actual magic!
She knit her brow and set her jaw, twisting and squirming in her bonds. “Not sure what this stuff is, but…”
Trailing off as a low, menacing chuckle cut through the air, she peered over at the figure. A pair of cat-like, emerald eyes gazed back at her and made her blood run cold. There were a few creatures in Equestria that held the shape of an equine, but what she was looking at wasn’t some ordinary pony. Any notion of salvation crumbled to ash as the creature, one she’d only learned of through tales in town, came fully into view.
“But what?” the beast cynically asked.
Baring her teeth, Anon leered over at the evildoer with contempt. Equestria’s villains throughout the ages had been few and far between, with most being nuisances more than actual threats, though there were exceptions. It wasn’t long ago, only a few years before her arrival, that a trio of ne’er-do-wells had united and nearly brought an apocalypse unto the land. It was only due to the unified might of the four alicorn Princesses, the Lord of Chaos, the Elements of Harmony, and the combined might of empires that the three were ultimately defeated - regrettably, unless her eyes were deceiving her, she was facing one of the fiends in the flesh.
Stepping closer, Chrysalis flashed a toothy grin. “Whatever’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
Anon kept her lips sealed while she turned her eyes upwards. Instead of ropes or chains securing her, a thick, pliable, and decidedly organic substance strung her limbs to the ceiling of what had to be a cave of some sort. How and why Chrysalis had captured her was anyone’s guess, though the circumstances in which she found herself were dire.
“You’re - Nnnph - not going to get away with this,” she grunted, kicking with her legs.
Rolling her eyes, Chrysalis dismissively waved a forehoof. “Please - as if I haven’t heard that a thousand times before. Given the late hour, I’d say I have until dawn before anypony even realizes you’re missing - even then, organizing a search party and scouring the Everfree would be a daunting task.”
As much as Anon hated to admit it, Chrysalis had a point. Other than Nutmeg, nobody would have the slightest idea of where she’d gone off to. Trying and failing to keep her calm and think of a way to escape, she flinched when something hard ran over her lower leg.
“Don’t touch me,” she snarled.
Keeping her hoof on the woman’s shin, Chrysalis twisted her head at an unnatural angle. “Forgive me. I would have asked for permission, but we both know that you would have denied me outright.”
Anon locked eyes with the changeling and grimaced. “What do you even want with me?”
“A fine question,” Chrysalis muttered as her forehoof wandered up to the girl’s knee. “Honestly, I can’t rightly say myself.”
“So you kidnapped me for no reason?” Anon scoffed. “Perfect, I always wanted to be a footnote in -”
“It’s not completely without reason,” Chrysalis cut her off. “Perhaps the simplest way for me to put it is that you fascinate me.”
Falling silent, Anon pursed her lips. Of all the things Chrysalis could have said, the admission took her off guard. She had no arcane abilities whatsoever, her strength was roughly comparable to an earth pony’s, and it wasn’t like she held any insight or tactical value in forming a coup d'état against the Princesses, meaning one of two things - either the changeling was trying to deceive her or was being candid.
Chrysalis took another step forward and brought her hoof to the woman’s inner thigh. “I’ve lived a long, long time, and yet you’re the first human I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting - yes, I’ve heard the tales about how your kind would frequent Equestria in a bygone era, although that was in an age that few if any remember.”
“Humans used to be here?” Anon blurted, askance. “Why haven’t I -”
“Heard of it?” Chrysalis mused. “As I said, legends of those days are just that - legends. In truth, I thought they were myths myself - at least I used to, until I discovered you. Imagine my shock when I found myself liberated from my prison and discovered you trotting around Ponyville with your adorable little marefriend…”
Reeling from the assault of information, Anon was stricken by the Queen’s final assertion. “Nutmeg is not my marefriend…”
“Is she not?” Chrysalis quipped, peaking a brow. “Given how inseparable you are, it would be easy for somepony to assume you two were an item.”
“We’re just friends…” Anon huffed, averting her gaze as a blush crept into her cheeks.
Chrysalis snickered, though her hoof remained resting on the girl’s upper leg. “Are you now? My deepest apologies.”
The changeling’s sarcasm dripped from every word, making Anon’s face darken. While she hadn’t lied per se, she and Nutmeg could best be described as friends with benefits - well, in a sense. After a bottle of wine and an evening of chatting, what had begun as an innocent conversation had drifted into somewhat inappropriate waters. It wasn’t like she’d planned on doing something naughty with her housemate, but the good company, loosened tongues, and curiosity had seen the pair become a bit adventurous.
“Aaaaaaaah,” Chrysalis sighed, shivering ever so slightly. “Your feelings speak volumes, little human.”
Anon’s eyes darted over to the Queen as a chill ran up her spine. “What are you even talking about?”
With a wolfish smirk and heavily-lidded eyes, Chrysalis’s gaze wandered down the human’s body. “How informed are you of changelings - real changelings, not those colorful abominations that Thorax has taken under his wing?”
“I know enough,” Anon spat.
“Do you?” Chrysalis whispered. “So you’re aware that we can sense, shall we say carnal intent?”
Holding the changeling’s gaze, Anon fought the urge to look away. “I’ve heard that you lot, the ones who Starlight defeated, fed off of other creatures’ love.”
The mention of starlight brought a sneer to Chrysalis’ muzzle and a murderous glint to her eye, yet she remained motionless. “I prefer to think of that incident as a culling. The wheat, yours truly, was removed from the chaff. In time, I’ll rebuild my empire and show the ponies and their allies the true might of the changelings.”
“Hah!” Anon forcibly laughed, praying her false bravado wasn’t as transparent as it felt. “You act like the Elements of Harmony haven’t stopped you be - H…Hey!”
“Hmmm?” Chrysalis hummed disinterestedly as she pulled at the girl’s pants. “Feel free to continue with whatever laughable diatribe you were spouting.”
Anon fidgeted harder than ever when harlequin light radiated from the Queen’s horn. “W…what are you doing?”
Sorcerously loosening the woman’s belt, Chrysalis gave an apathetic shrug. “Simply putting us on equal terms. Here I am in all my magnificent glory, my body bare and vulnerable, while your figure is concealed by all that stuffy attire you have on.”
“I…I…” Anon stammered, utterly at a loss. “You’re going to strip me?!”
“Unless you’re willing to strip yourself, yes,” Chrysalis tittered, lazily unbuttoning her pants. “Considering you have your hands tied, I thought I’d just see what you’ve been hiding.”
Anon swallowed as a cold sweat beaded her brow. This couldn’t be happening ~ could it? Staring down at herself, she watched in horror as her slacks were pulled down to reveal the cotton of her snow-white panties. A part of her could understand Chrysalis’ interest in her, especially given that she was likely the only human being on the planet, but this was too much.
“S…stop!” she bleated.
To her surprise, Chrysalis paused. Removing her forehoof and with the magical energy about her horn dimming, she trotted up and brought herself face to face with the girl. “Why?”
“B…because it’s cold in here,” Anon croaked, saying the first thing that came to mind.
Chrysalis took a small step back, closed her eyes, and called upon her arcane might. “Better?”
It took Anon a moment to realize what her captor had done, although the ambient temperature had risen by a few degrees. She wanted to complain, to take umbrage with her host’s congeniality, but she didn’t say a word. Every instinct she had told her that something was wrong - very wrong, and she wasn’t about to start playing nice with a creature that had almost toppled an empire.
“Any more requests?” Chrysalis softly inquired, inching uncomfortably close.
Though she hadn’t detected it earlier, likely because of the gap between them, the scent of fresh rain wafted to Anon’s sinuses. Seeing Chrysalis peer down at her bust, she tensed. She was powerless, helpless in every way, so she did the only thing she could think to do - create a distraction.
Hastily collecting herself, she hardened her expression. “Since you asked, wouldn’t it be fair to show yourself off first?”
Chrysalis giggled and backed away while demurely holding a forehoof to her snout. “An obvious lie and a pitiful attempt to buy yourself some time, but I’ll indulge you.”
With her horn alight, bathing the little grotto in an otherworldly glow, she turned in place and threw her head back. The dark teal of her mane and tail, paired with the green of her eyes and elytra on her back, clashed with her porous, obsidian flesh. She was tall and elegant, her movements flowing like water, though her grace and allure were only skin deep. While she was beautiful by most pony standards, beneath her black hide beat the heart of a monster.
“I would ask if I’m to your liking,” Chrysalis jested, peeking over her shoulder at the woman, “but that would hardly be necessary…”
Tearing her eyes off the Queen’s flank, Anon snorted. “Like I’d ever be interested in you.”
“Oh but you are,” Chrysalis insisted, trotting back and bringing a hoof under Anon’s chin. “Come now, we’re both adults. There’s nopony to judge you, nopony to hear you admit you find me attractive, and I’ll never say a word of this to anypony. Wouldn’t it just be easier to be honest, if only for your own well-being?”
Even if Anon thought Chrysalis was slightly attractive, and even if there was something captivating about Chrysalis’ haughty demeanor and predatory features, there was no way in Tartarus she was about to say it. Refusing to look at the beast, she peered down at the floor. Since the situation she was in was sticky in both a literal and figurative sense, she wasn’t about to make things worse for herself.
Running her forked tongue over her lips, Chrysalis ignited her horn. “While you consider what I’m sure is some thoughtful, heartfelt reply, allow me to…”
Anon was torn between defiantly glaring at Chrysalis or clamping her eyes shut while her shawl was levitated up and over her head. While she was tempted to fight, continuing to try and escape, she ultimately bided her time and conserved her energy. There was no guarantee that the anger and embarrassment bubbling up within her would be of any use, suppressing her feelings and praying for an opportunity to unleash them was her only reasonable option.
Piece by piece, her attire was removed, neatly folded, and sat to the side. She’d hoped that Chrysalis would be stymied by her own designs, but she’d underestimated her host. Utilizing a combination of her magic, a forehoof, and her fangs, the changeling severed the bindings on her ankles for just long enough to free her pants before renewing her restraints.
Chrysalis gazed at the plump, cloth covered mount on Anon’s groin. “I’m not sure if it’s of any consequence to you, but this is quite thrilling.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Anon hissed.
“You don’t believe me?” Chrysalis countered, turning to display her backside. “Like the saying goes, the proof is in the pudding…”
Moments from replying, fully intent on giving Chrysalis a piece of her mind, Anon opened her mouth and fell mute. She’d seen her fair share of marehoods in her day, seeing as how ponies wore little or nothing while out and about, although this was a first in her book. She stared in awe, stricken with both arousal and disgust, and blinked when the changeling winked without using her eyes.
“See?” Chrysalis breathed.
Anon’s mind went into a tailspin as she gazed upon Chrysalis’ nethers. She wasn’t sure what was more disconcerting - the fact that the Queen was unabashedly showing herself off or that she was clearly in an amorous mood. Peering at the changeling’s vividly colored depths, she closed her eyes and shook her head to dislodge unwanted and wholly unseemly thoughts from her mind.
Remaining where she was, Chrysalis enticingly swayed her hips from side to side. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of - in fact, if you were so inclined, I’d be more than happy to give you a closer look.”
“Go to Tartarus,” Anon hissed.
“Oh the delicious irony,” Chrysalis laughed, straightening up and spinning toward her recalcitrant guest. “For somepony - pardon, for somecreature so quick to condemn me to the abyss, you’re not better off than myself. What’s that saying about sinners casting stones…?”
With a scathing rebuttal forming on her lips, Anon went rigid. At some point or another, though she knew not when, her traitorous body had said what her mouth had refused to. The air against her dampened panties and the fabric over her hardening nipples was terrifying. She knew she’d been turned on, if only in the slightest degree, yet she wouldn’t have predicted she’d inadvertently betray herself.
Chrysalis glanced up to the ceiling and smiled. The impish glimmer in her eye and the smug look on her face told Anon that she was up to no good, but she kept whatever machinations she had to herself. With eldritch fire wreathing her gnarled horn, she turned her attention back to the woman.
“Let’s get that pesky brassiere off you ~ shall we?” she murmured.
Though Anon couldn’t see it, she could feel the touch of magic against her back. The strap of her bra shifted, growing taut before its hooks were unclasped. As the undergarment loosened and was lifted from her frame, allowing her bosoms to start spilling free, she bit back a chuckle. Her restraints, while doing a fine job at keeping her immobilized, were acting in her favor.
Her shirt had been pulled up and over her head, acting as a sling, and the only articles that had been completely removed were her shoes, socks, pants, and shawl. If Chrysalis wanted to get her panties and bra off, her arms would have to be released, if only for a moment, and that’s when she’d strike - or so she thought. As the sinuous ropes holding her legs began to move in opposite directions, her anxiety returned with a vengeance.
Trotting forward, Chrysalis stepped between the girl’s parting legs. “I’ve never been the biggest fan of clothing; they’re just so oppressive…”
“How about you let me go and I’ll take them off?” Anon mocked.
“You joke, but that may not be the case for long,” noted, rubbing her cheek up to Anon’s leg. “I bet some part of you wants to get out of those dreadful panties, if only to spare them from getting drenched, but I digress.”
Despite the precarious circumstances, or in part due to them, Anon wouldn’t deny that she was slightly turned on. Chrysalis’ soft hide against the tender flesh of her thigh, the teasing, and that she’d somehow managed to excite the Queen of the changelings proved a disastrous mix. There was a chance that it was all an act, that the shapeshifter could will herself into a state of arousal, but that wouldn’t make any sense - not like her being captured and systematically undressed made any sense to begin with. Dwelling on why she’d been kidnapped, she yelped when a sharp pain struck her upper leg.
“Just something small to help you relax,” Chrysalis explained, withdrawing and peering up at her.
Anon’s heart began to race when she peeked down and noticed two pinpricks of blood on her inner thigh. In that moment, a terrifying revelation dawned on her. Changelings could use their metamorphic abilities to lure their prey, being able to disguise themselves as the most attractive member of any species, although that was only one tool in their arsenal. Glancing to Chrysalis’ face and seeing a drop of sickly yellow liquid roll down one fang, she drew a shuddering breath.
“No need to be too worried,” Chrysalis condescendingly clucked. “My venom is essentially harmless and will have no lasting effects - that being said, you wouldn’t be the first to seek me out long after you’ve fully recovered.”
An insidious heat gradually radiated up Anon’s thigh and into her abdomen. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, but that did little to soothe her fraying nerves. Little by little, with each beat of her wildly pulsing heart, the blood in her veins grew hotter and hotter - worse still, a deep ache blossomed in her loins.
Being a healthy young woman, she was no stranger to lecherous urges. Her nipples and nethers were the most obvious giveaways that she was in the mood, yet those were only two facets of being horny. Like many times in her past, particularly those when she saw something or someone that struck her fancy, her primal id roused from its slumber.
Perfidious musings of herself becoming intimate with the Queen invaded her mind, making it difficult to think clearly, while she attempted to grind her thighs together. Regardless of what Chrysalis’ intentions for her were, assuming she was going to wind up as a snack, the indignity of making herself more appetizing than she apparently was already bolstered her resolve to escape.
“Such a fine bouquet,” Chrysalis purred, her nose mere inches from the woman’s crotch. “Piquant and exotic, quite befitting of an alien beauty like yourself.”
With her panties pulled to the side, unveiling her rosy lower lips and the fiery tuft of bush above her sex, the breath hitched in Anon’s throat. She should have told Chrysalis off, she should have fought back, yet a compulsion to remain still came over her. While it would have been unspeakable to willingly do anything remotely lewd with the evildoer, nobody would blame her if she had no choice ~ right?
Chrysalis extended her tongue, leaned in, and froze. “Where are my manners? You must be uncomfortable dangling from the ceiling like that.”
Anon gently drifted to the floor, suspended by the Queen’s magic, when the strands of silk-like material holding Anon above the ground were severed. Touching down, now seated on the cold earth, she blinked in disbelief. She could have done anything, from launching an assault on her captor to blindly running through the darkness to find an exit, but she didn’t - no, she simply sat and mutely stared over at chrysalis.
“Be a dear and finish undressing for me,” Chrysalis intoned, waving a forehoof.
Moving without thinking, brushing her fingers over one strap of her brassiere, Anon struggled not to do as she’d been asked. Was this really happening? Could this be real? It wasn’t a question of if anyone would ever know what transpired within the cavern, since she could lie in the event that anyone found out whom had absconded with her - the real question was if she’d be willing to live with herself. Subconsciously ogling Chrysalis’ hindquarters, she anxiously licked her lips and lowered her hands.
The bra slipped from over her shoulders and down her frame, leaving her breasts exposed. She was considered quite busty by human standards, sporting a pair of D cups, although that meant little when it came to ponies. Blushing harder than ever, peeking down at her chest, she discarded the garment and squeezed her bosoms between her upper arms.
“Those are quite impressive,” Chrysalis quietly exclaimed, stepping over to her side. “And those freckles are simply to die for!”
“T…thanks,” Anon mumbled.
Dipping her head, Chrysalis lips above the girl’s right teat. “I’m sure these could feed many foals - or rather whatever you call your offspring.”
Anon twisted slightly and leaned back on one arm, practically tempting the Queen to kiss her chest, but the gesture was ignored and she was left wanting. Chrysalis, be it intentionally or not, abstained, backed away, and looked to her groin. With only one final piece of clothing left on her, she lowered her hand and hooked her thumb over the waistband of her panties.
Slipping past the point of no return, she wiggled her hips and drew the article down her legs. Buck it - it wasn’t like Chrysalis hadn’t already gotten a peek at her goods. Maybe this was what she’d wanted all along, her latent desires made manifest by the venom coursing through her, or perhaps she really wasn’t in her right state of mind - in the end, it mattered little. She kicked her panties away and parted her thighs, letting the cool air to grace her womanhood.
“Quite the invitation,” Chrysalis hummed, peering down at the girl’s openly drooling, plump entrance. “Since you’re suddenly feeling a bit more candid, I believe I’ll help myself to a little appetizer…”
Reclining further, Anon placed her feet on the ground and spread her legs. There was still time to bring this exchange to a halt, to do something - anything but succumb to her lecherous yearnings, yet all she did was await with bated breath. As Chrysalis descended upon her, she did the unthinkable - she reached down with her free hand and spread herself open.
Chrysalis chuckled while she held her gaze and gave her a lick. The sensation of the cool, slick tongue gliding between her lower lips was incredible, but the feeling of having her clit teased was enough to make her stifle a moan. Being eaten out by Nutmeg had been an amazing experience, as good or better than any she’d had with a human woman, but this - this was on an entirely different level.
Bringing her hand to her chest, she delicately twisted and pulled one nipple. Every lap of Chrysalis’ tongue sent a bolt of pleasure surging through her and chipped away at what little derision she clung to. Her hips gave a disobedient thrust, driving her muff over the changeling’s face, while the battle between her lust and common sense took a decided turn.
“There’s a good girl,” Chrysalis cooed, momentarily withdrawing. “By chance, would you like to return the favor…?”
Anon looked past Chrysalis’ face and to her flank. Any other woman with a shred of common sense would have fled, although she wasn’t any other woman. Having spontaneously bedded one pony already, was there anything wrong with broadening her interspecies horizons? Throwing in the metaphorical towel, she gazed into the Queen’s eyes and nodded.
Chrysalis rose to her full height and licked her chops. “Lay back for me…”
Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Anon complied. As the changeling stepped around and over her, her mind went alight. She’d wondered if the varying species of Equestria had different flavors when it came to their naughty bits, and couldn’t help but get increasingly excited for what she was about to do. Lifting her head while Chrysalis settled atop her, she peered longingly at the Queen’s winking, succulent marehood.
Though she would have liked to appreciate the view, the sight of Chrysalis’ nethers was too provocative to deny. Unable to control herself, she dove in and began lapping at the villain’s sex. Strange, unfamiliar flavors bathed her palate, an ambrosial musk filled her nostrils, and she bucked her hips as she locked herself in a sixty-nine with the ne’er-do-well.
The position she took was a favorite and one she was well acquainted with. While she’d had no plans on sharing an erotic moment with one of the biggest threats Equestria had ever known, she wasn’t going to complain too much. At worst, she’d walk away with one heck of a story and new tastes - speaking of which…
Though it was hard to place it, the taste dancing over her tongue was like a strange mix of tart mango and grass - bizarre but far from unpleasant. Sliding upwards slightly, she brought her breasts beneath Chrysalis’ teats, sat up just a hair, and pressed their bosoms together. Anatomical differences aside, one definite benefit of laying with a mare was that they could both bet their tits played with while feasting on one another - and feast they did.
Chrysalis’ technique, paired with her long, dexterous tongue, left nothing to desired - nevertheless, she wasn’t without a few tricks of her own. The changeling, much like Nutmeg, had a clit that was nearly as thick as the tip of her finger, enabling her to do something she’d struggle with with a human. Wrapping her lips around the sensitive bud of flesh, she groaned.
Her effort was instantaneously rewarded, as a low, guttural moan from Chrysalis split through the air. Bit by bit, her priorities began to shift. While she doubted that the ponies would lie to her about the metamorphic matriarch, knowing there had to be at least some credence to the tales, she was inclined to think that the so-called evildoer wasn’t as bad as many made her out to be.
Growing increasingly enthusiastic, making out with one another’s loins, the pair sought to give as good as they got. Hushed, pleased hums echoed throughout the stony chamber, trailing off into the distance, while their passion soared. If somepony was looking for Anon, she’d hate to think what they’d make of her in her unbecoming state.
There she was, buck naked and laying on her back as she lavished Chrysalis’ marehood with affection. She would never do anything to harm the ponies who’d taken her in and given her a home, but was she really doing anything wrong? Anyone would understand why she was doing what she was doing, being the victim and all - at least that’s what she told herself.
As her bliss mounted, concentrating became more and more difficult. She wanted to continue, pining to earn a climax from the magnificent beast who’d ferried her away from the Everfree, but it was a contest she couldn’t win. Between the venom and the heavenly sensation of a tongue much more skilled than her own, she was pushed to and well past her limit.
Her toes curled, her eyelids fluttered, and any attempt she made to reciprocate Chrysalis’ motions came to an abrupt end as she came. Shaking uncontrollably, she threw her head back and gave a muted cry of rapture. It was regrettable that she’d climaxed first, effectively losing to the Queen, but she wasn’t done yet - not by a long shot.
She waded through her ecstasy, forcing herself to move, and sank her tongue into Chrysalis velvety canal. As pleasant as it would be to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm, she wouldn’t - couldn’t rest until she’d proven herself. With a ferocity she didn’t know she had, forsaking her own pleasure, she flew into a frenzy.
Chrysalis faltered and trembled from her assault, spurring her on. It would have been impossible for her to tell how close the changeling was, although that wasn’t important - what was important was that she wasn’t going to relent until she’d been baptized by her lover’s juices. She closed her eyes and focused, single-mindedly eating the mare out, until something bumped against the tip of her tongue.
Pulling back, unsure of what had just happened, she gasped when a long, muscular appendage emerged from Chrysalis’ depths. She’d seen endowments of various persuasions, both on Earth and Equestria, although she couldn’t explain what she was looking at. Not unlike a long, pulsing cock, the colorful growth throbbed and swelled before her.
“W…wha…” she sputtered, taken aback.
Straightening and turning to face her, leaving the limb-like thing to dangle between her hind legs, Chrysalis affixed her with a heavily-lidded gaze. “Do they not have ovipositors on earth?”
Ovipositor - Anon had heard the name before. Though it had been a long while since she’d been in school, her memory told her that it had something to do with insect reproduction - then again, given the context of the situation and what they’d been doing, that only made sense. Still reeling from the peculiar discovery, it was almost impossible for her not to gawk at the obscene, semi-turgid length.
“Bit for your thoughts?” Chrysalis mused.
Nonplussed, Anon cocked her head to the side. “It…it kinda looks like a dick…”
“Oh it’s so much more than a mere dick,” Chrysalis tutted. “Apropos…”
Anon went slack-jawed as the appendage writhed and twisted like a serpent. Being fully prehensile would have been impressive enough for the slick length of changeling meat, but that was only one of its astounding features. The limb’s head blossomed like a flower, yawning open to display a slickened passage. While she understood that Chrysalis’ endowment wasn’t a cock in the traditional sense, she couldn’t help but think of the long, girthy length as one.
“It’s never failed to wreak rapturous havoc on anypony who’s been lucky enough to experience it - sadly, it’s been ages since I’ve had the opportunity to find a mate willing to accept a clutch of eggs…” Chrysalis lamented. Stepping over and massaging Anon’s abdomen, she smirked. “Where oh where could I find a fertile little thing to take as my broodmare…”
Once again, Anon’s mind was besieged by intrusive fantasies. She could practically see herself as the Queen’s thrall, bloated with eggs and serving Chrysalis as a concubine within a newly formed hive. Merely envisioning herself in such a state, a veritable incubator for batches of changelings, was enough to make her loins quiver with anticipation.
Chrysalis turned at an angle, flexed her groin, and slapped her shaft against her underbelly. “It won’t bite, I assure you…”
Anon rolled to her belly and pushed herself onto her hands and knees. With everything that had transpired, giving herself a closer look at the thing certainly wouldn’t hurt anything - besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t almost fellated the not-dick moments prior. Crawling over and beneath Chrysalis, she reached out with an unsteady hand.
Chrysalis’ stallionhood, for lack of a better word, was warm to the touch and had an almost indescribable texture. Pliable but firm, similar to some of the sex-toys she’d used in the past, the glistening length was covered in rubbery, slimy flesh. With a maelstrom of perverse notions running rampant through her brain, imagining how it would feel to get plowed by something so outlandish, she leaned in and opened her maw.
In a way, she felt like she was having an out-of-body experience. She was completely aware of what she was doing, as she pressed her lips to the viscous slippery shaft, but it was like she wasn’t fully in control of herself. Kissing and licking her way up the Queen’s length, she shuffled around to fully face the imposing organ.
Looming above her, Chrysalis made no move to stop her when she wrapped her lips around the glimmering tip of stallionhood. The flavors which greeted her were the same as before, fruity and a bit astringent, although the view she had was worlds apart from what she was used to. As she peered down the brilliant shaft, feeling as though she was looking down a barrel of a cannon, she swung one hand back to rub herself.
She’d never been all that into guys, only ever having been interested in a small handful, yet she could see the appeal. Ovipositor notwithstanding, Chrysalis was bigger than her and more powerful in every conceivable way. Compared to such a mare, it was her duty - no, her privilege to serve.
Bobbing her head, she brought the back of her throat to the cock-head and winced. Being extraordinarily unpracticed with fellating anything, outside of a few halfhearted attempts with a dildo just for fun, she was woefully ill-equipped for such a task - still, she was going to give it her all. While she kneaded her slavering womanhood and groaned around Chrysalis’ tool, her inhibitions vanished in their entirety.
She couldn’t explain it - heck, she could only barely wrap her head around it, but this just felt right. There she was, getting off while sucking on an imperious, evil bug-horse’s member, and she couldn’t be happier. All traces of her ire faded, snuffed out by her libidinous, depraved wants, as she pushed herself closer and closer to her limit.
Had someone told her she’d end her day with wantonly blowing someone, specifically Queen Chrysalis, she would have laughed and called them insane. The absurdity of her situation was like something out of a dream, making her question if it was actually happening at all, and yet she secretly hoped it was real. Cracking one eye open and seeing that she was only managing to service a fraction of what her lover had to offer, she reluctantly withdrew.
Her oral skills, with the exception of munching carpet, were undeniably lacking. She’d never seen a need to train her throat in any amorous regard, although that wasn’t an issue. There was a part of her that was much more accommodating, well-trained by both herself and past partners wielding strap-ons, and her maddening lust demanded she surrender it to her gracious host. She crawled away and silently pressed her chest to the floor, keeping her hips raised and rear leveled at Chrysalis.
She wasn’t about to ask Chrysalis to do a gosh darned thing, but she was willing to let her actions speak for her. Presenting herself like a bitch in heat, her legs braced and ass held in the air, she rested her face on her folded arms. She couldn’t say if the changeling had been bluffing about stuffing her full of eggs and using her to sire a host of drones, but the assertion didn’t dissuade her from continuing their little tryst - on the contrary, it only got her more aroused.
While it was true that she’d climaxed mere minutes ago, she was gripped with a crippling desire for more. Had she known that changeling mares, presumably of both the reformed and unreformed variety, came with additional hardware, she may - may have sought one out before now. She held her breath, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn’t be left hanging, and risked a glance over her shoulder.
Unflinching, Chrysalis locked eyes with her. “Convince me. I want to hear you say it…”
“P…please,” Anon softly bleated.
Chrysalis took a step closer, dipped her head, and lapped at the girl’s sex. Had it been any other passionate exchange, Anon would have been overjoyed with the affection, absolutely loving being eaten out, yet the promise of something more made the oral almost torturous. She was being toyed with, strung along and denied, and it threatened to drive her mad.
Wading through her bliss, she gnawed her bottom lip and forced herself to focus. Her body would have been gratified by the Queen, of that she was certain, although her lust-addled mind clung to the idea of being bred. Broadening her stance, she arched her back.
“Please what?” Chrysalis urged, shying away.
Anon balanced on her shoulders and tits, her nipples grinding against the frigid stone beneath her, as she threw her arms back, clutched her tush, and prized her pillowy buns apart. “Please fuck me…”
“How the tables have turned,” Chrysalis snickered, trotting over to her. “Despite you telling me to screw myself, you’re the one who ends up begging for some relief. I suppose I could have a bit of fun with you, if…”
Feeling the weight of the Queen’s length glide over the cleft of her upturned ass, Anon shivered. “I…if…?”
“If you really want to be my broodmare…” Chrysalis purred, bringing the tip of her length to the girl’s entrance.
The sensation of the rounded, flower-like crown against her pussy broke something within Anon. Rolling her hips back and trying to impale herself, she whimpered when Chrysalis backed off and denied her. Never in her life had she been more turned on before, blind with rut-lust, and it reduced her to little more than an animal.
“Please,” she emphatically repeated.
With one forehoof on the woman’s shoulder, Chrysalis guided Anon up and onto all fours. “If I’m going to breed you like a bitch in heat, you’re going to carry yourself like one.”
Anon went to reply, to give voice to her longing, but her wish was granted before it was given a chance to be spoken. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her heart skipped a beat, and her thighs quaked as her entrance was forced open. She instantaneously came, her depths stretching to embrace the velvety, pliable shaft that sank into her, while a torrent of nectar gushed from her confines.
With a callous laugh, Chrysalis gave set to plowing her like a field in spring. There was no gradual build-up nor time to acclimate to the immense intrusion, leaving her to bray out in unfettered glee. The incomprehensible sensation of fullness was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, and it wrought blissful havoc upon her.
The barest trace of hope, that Nutmeg or someone in town was out looking for her, steadily slipped from her grasp. It would only be a matter of time until her absence was noted and a search party was launched, with ponies scouring the Everfree for her and worrying about her, yet that ran counter to the overwhelming might of her newfound role. Her neighbors, her friends, the ponies who’d done so much for her - none of them meant anything compared to the mind-numbing bliss that Chrysalis afforded.
She could feel herself slipping away, drowning in a sea of pleasure, and she welcomed it. Though she couldn’t have anticipated her life taking such a turn, she’d eventually found her place with someone who wanted her. Forsaking everyone and everything she’d ever known for a second time was a small price to pay for the gratification of having a life with meaning.
Weathering the tumultuous ecstasy of an orgasm, she locked her arms out and gathered what little self-control she had. A good broodmare didn’t simply let herself be used, being plowed like some eager sow - a good broodmare earned a clutch of eggs in her belly. She swung her hips into reverse after getting Chrysalis’ timing down and beat her ass against the Queen’s - her Queen’s groin.
Chrysalis’ approving hum was music to her ears, warming the depths of her heart and providing all the inspiration she needed to continue. Moving in tune with her regal she-stud, panting and with ropes of saliva dangling from her chin, she lost herself to her primal needs. She hadn’t given much thought to being a mother, having no strong feelings one way or another about starting a family, but that had changed now that she’d found her true purpose.
This wasn’t sex, it wasn’t some spontaneous one-nighter with someone she’d just met, and it wasn’t lovemaking - this was breeding by every definition of the word. Chrysalis took her without the slightest shred of concern for her, giggling like a schoolgirl every time she came, and she was just as ruthless as her reputation made her out to be. Mewling out and enduring one orgasm after another, Anon did everything she could to keep herself from collapsing - alas, it was a lost cause.
Toppling forward and onto her face, she smeared the cold, unyielding ground with her drool while Chrysalis conquered her. She was going to be ruined after this, despoiled so thoroughly that nothing, save the Queen, could satiate her, although that didn’t trouble her in the slightest - if anything, it fueled the raging inferno of her determination to be a worthy mate.
Each climax that struck her was more powerful than the last, sapping her of her strength and the ability to do anything more than whimper and fight to remain conscious. Chrysalis showed no signs of slowing, lasting what felt like a small eternity, until an odd sensation snapped her from her stupor. With the Queen’s shaft beating against her womb, doing its darndest to bludgeon its way past her cervix, she felt it - a strange swell making its way through the changeling’s length.
“Yes,” Chrysalis hissed, draping herself over the woman’s back, “take my gift and become mine!”
Anon screamed out in delight as the first of what was a procession of eggs was forced into her. Pleasure couldn’t begin to describe the sensation of being claimed in such a way, devastating her on an existential level. She was to become a hatchery, a bipedal nursery for untold numbers of drones to be, and that realization was an apotheosis.
The corners of her vision darkened, the world faded in and out of existence, but she somehow managed to cling to the waking world until the deed was done. Sniveling as Chrysalis withdrew, feeling the cool air against her gaped entrance, she crashed to the side and heaved air into her chest. She’d done the unthinkable, though it wasn’t until she wearily peeked down at herself that she fully comprehended the gift she’d been given.
For all intents and purposes, she was heavily gravid. Her belly, usually only the slightest bit pudgy, was distended and heavy with eggs. Caressing her stomach, she smiled as she thought about how many young she housed and how large she’d get. There hadn’t been many points in her life when she’d been truly happy, filled with the deep-seated satisfaction of a well-earned reward, but this was the crowning jewel amongst them all.
“Are you forgetting something?” Chrysalis huffed.
Anon peered up at Chrysalis, though not to the changeling’s face. Dangling just beside her, dripping with climactic juices and some viscous approximation of pre-cum, was the Queen’s length. She forced herself up with a grunt and extended an arm, knowing full well what was expected of her.
With a contented hum, Chrysalis sighed as the girl began mopping her shaft clean. “Once you’re finished, you’ll be coming with me to what will be my new hive.”
The statement left no room for doubt and made Anon giddy. She should have finished her duty before responding, but was too delighted to give it much thought as she pulled back and gazed up at Chrysalis. Queen and lover, grand matriarch for the brood in her belly, her mate was everything she could have wanted and more - as such, there was something that needed to be said.
“Thank you,” she uttered before craning her neck and kissing her she-stud’s collar.
She was broken in every sense of the word, her gut filled with eggs and her body slathered in a cocktail of her and Chrysalis’ amorous nectar, but she’d never felt such a sense of contentment. Would the ponies of Equestria accept her after they found out what she’d done? Was she going to be hunted down by the Princesses? How had she fallen so far in such a short span of time? A thousand questions swirled about in her mind, though one rose above the rest ~ what depths would she stoop to to keep Chrysalis as a lover?