Romancing a Thorax

Sektiss stood mute, watching her graceful Queen wandering through their little village. Shortly after the hive had spontaneously reformed and, once the wicked Chrysalis had been deposed, Thorax had stepped up and taken the throne. Unlike the rest of the drones, the regal changeling had transformed spectacularly.

Compared to the rest of the hive, Queen Thorax stood worlds apart. Not only was the new Matriarch a head and shoulders taller than her flock, but she was by far the most gorgeous changeling around. With a buxom chest and svelte figure, she was the embodiment of beauty and grace. The best part was that she was just as charming as she was attractive.

Though Sektiss tried not to compare herself to their ruler, it was an arduous affair. While she did consider herself lucky for having antlers, a trait perilously few had, that did little to bolster her self-confidence. In addition to being shorter than Thorax, she was a bit heavier as well - sure, she’d get compliments about her expansive breasts, generous ass, and broad, foal-bearing hips, but she couldn’t see how anyone thought she was all that good-looking. Being able to change her appearance did little to ease her mind, since she would always know what she really looked like.

Regardless of all the changes which had happened to the hive, she’d always be the same. She had a few friends and the occasional interested stallion, although she realized she’d never be as loved and fawned over as their Queen. Turning away and lowering her gaze, hoping to distract herself for the remainder of the afternoon, she shuffled towards her home. With few other plans for the day and her trip to the shop derailed, her mind began to wander - that was, until someone gently patted her shoulder.

“Are you alright?” a lilting voice softly asked.

Without looking back, Sektiss gave a weak shrug. “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine,” she murmured, only slowing in the slightest degree. While it was a kind gesture for one of her kin to check up on her, there was little they could do. She’d just wallow in bed and busy herself with one of her romance novels until she felt better about herself.

“Are you sure? I don’t know what has you bothered, but I’d like to help,” the stranger pressed, lightly caressing her upper arm.

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and came to a halt. Their kind had an innate ability to sense the emotions of others, so there was no way she could honestly deny how crummy she felt. Taking a deep breath and holding it for a moment, hoping the mare would leave her be, she slowly exhaled. “I’m just frustrated - that’s all.”

Pulling on her shoulder, her unwanted visitor turned her in place. “And why is that?”

“Because I wish I could spend some time with…” Sektiss trailed off, finally peeking out and seeing who had stopped her. For some reason or other, though she couldn’t fathom why, she found herself facing Thorax herself.

“Time with…?” the Matriarch let the question hang, undoubtedly hoping the drone would finish her statement.

“W….with…” Sektiss gulped, suddenly finding it difficult to speak. Even before the great reformation, she’d only ever talked with Thorax once or twice. After they’d all been freed from Chrysalis, metamorphosing into their colorful and far more amiable state, she hadn’t dared approach the Queen - especially because of how smitten she was.

It was true - once Thorax had received her throne, she’d become inexplicably attracted to their new ruler. As far as she was concerned, their Queen was perfect in every conceivable way. The strangest thing was that, up until the hive had evolved, she’d never found herself interested in another woman. As perplexing as it was, the sexual attraction towards her sovereign became an immediate and all-encompassing problem.

“You can be honest with me,” Thorax breathed, pulling the smaller changeling into a hug.

Even if Sektiss could have pulled free, some deeply ingrained part of her subconscious wouldn’t allow her to move. As the Matriarch’s arms folded around her, her heart skipped a beat. Not only was she talking to and touching her Queen, but her face was steadily jammed between the beautiful woman’s breasts. Inhaling, smelling the delicate aroma of her sovereign, she shuddered.

“I...I wished to spend some time with you, my Queen,” she eventually admitted, peering up at the soft-spoken Matriarch. “I know it’s silly for a little drone like me, but I may as well be honest with you…”

Thorax straightened up and stepped back, leaving a bit of space between them. “What difference does it make that you’re a drone? I want all my subjects to feel comfortable around me.”

The fact that her sovereign looked genuinely hurt sent a cold chill up her spine and caused a knot to form in Sektiss’ stomach. The last thing in the world she’d wanted was to hurt Thorax’s feelings! Inching closer, hoping to make amends, she fervently shook her head.

“It’s not that I feel uncomfortable around you! It’s just that - um…” she fidgeted in place and lowered her tone to a faint whisper. “You’re a little imposing…”

“Imposing?” the Queen repeated, taken aback by the assertion.

“Not in a scary way, but in an awkward way,” Sektiss clarified. “I mean, just look at you. You’re…” she fell silent, reverently looking at her ruler from top to bottom, “perfect.”

“We’re all different and beautiful,” Thorax giggled, “and you are no exception. With such full breasts and generous curves, I’m sure you have stallions courting you right and left!”

Of all the things her Queen could have said, Sektiss had not expected a compliment. Her cheeks darkened and she looked away, unable to look the Monarch in the face. “M...my Queen, please, you jest.”

“Most certainly not! In fact, since you desire to spend some time with me, come,” the tall shapeshifter hummed, reaching out and gently grabbing the girl’s wrist. “With my afternoon free, I’m sure I could indulge one of my devout citizens.”

Before Sektiss had time to react, she found herself daintily pulled forward. Her jaw flapped uselessly, her heart hammered in her chest, and her loins grew moist. To think that Thorax would want to spend time with her was unfathomable - still, that paled in comparison to a much more pressing issue. Between the sovereign’s words, tone, and the oh-so subtle scent of arousal, she was left to presume that her Queen had something more than chatting in mind.

Following along behind Thorax, seeing that they were headed in the direction of her ruler’s abode, her mind began to race. What was she going to say? What was she going to do? A thousand and one questions accosted her and, needless to say, she was not prepared for the unexpected attention. Moving through the village, growing closer to their destination, she would swear she felt faint.

Opening her front door and seeing herself in, Thorax waved for her guest to follow. “And here we are. I know it’s not much, especially since I’m a Queen now, but I’m more comfortable living like this.”

Stepping inside, giving her eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light, Sektiss surveyed the interior. It was almost unbelievable to think that royalty lived in such a humble little house. Just like every other member of the hive, the Matriarch’s home was relatively plain and sparsely furnished. Consisting of one large, circular room, the abode was no different than any other drone’s.

A fireplace sat in the chamber’s center, with a spacious bed resting to one side. The only other pieces of furniture consisted of a recliner, loveseat, and a vanity with a standing mirror. There was a lone doorway in the back, leading to the restroom, but that was it. Anyone would have assumed it was the domicile of a peasant, yet it was anything but.

“Now then, since we have some privacy,” Thorax began, strutting over to her bed, “how about you come over here and perhaps I can help dispel your anxiety.”

Seating herself on the mattress and patting the empty space beside herself, the Queen smiled over at the curvaceous drone. Sektiss gulped and nodded, unwilling or unable to disobey the request. Slowly, almost cautiously, she inched closer and closer to the bed, until she was standing before the sovereign.

“Sit, please, I’d prefer we both be comfortable,” Thorax snickered, waving her guest forward. As the delightfully pump shapeshifter complied, easing herself down, she smiled. “So tell me, how am I awkwardly imposing?”

With a heavy sign, Sektiss hung her head. “Honestly, it’s mostly your look. You’re bigger than the rest of us, you’ve got antlers and a horn, and your elegance is unparalleled. It’s not like anyone is scared of you or anything, you’re just so much better than the rest of us.”

“A bold claim, coming from someone I would describe as exquisite,” the majestic changeling hummed, stroking the drone’s leg. Her fingers danced up and down the girl’s thigh, momentarily drifting towards her crotch before departing. “Like me, you have a pair of antlers and a horn. To be frank, I find you quite enchanting.”

“You honor me,” Sektiss murmured, peeking up at the woman’s face - at least she did, before the large shapeshifter flopped back and rolled onto her stomach. “My Queen, what are you -”

“I had a thought,” Thorax interrupted, lifting a finger. “If I allow you the chance to examine me, seeing that I’m far less different than you think I am, it may make you a bit more comfortable - as such, I require a massage.”

The drone’s pupils shrank to pin pricks and her stomach dropped, hearing the bizarre and wholly brazen request. “M...m...m...my Queen, I c...could never -”

“For the record,” the woman softly tutted, cutting the girl off once again, “that was not a request - with that in a mind, please, indulge me.”

Scarcely able to believe her eyes and ears, she watched the Matriarch extend her arms and sprawl on the sheets. Much like herself, as well as the rest of the hive, the Queen was in the nude almost all of the time. Being devout naturalists, their kind saw no need to cover themselves while in their homeland; it was just a part of everyday life, but this felt different.

Thorax had expressly asked for contact and some bodily exploration. Such an exercise was almost exclusively done between sexual partners or the closest of friends and it was not to be taken lightly. As she mulled her options, wondering how to tackle the situation in which she found herself, she came to a startling realization - she didn’t have an option.

She’d been given an order, plain and simple, and to deny it would be tantamount to heresy. The only reasonable thing she could do was to oblige her Queen and do the best she could. Since she had no real choice in the matter, being far outranked, she did what any reasonable drone would do. With trembling hands and a quickening pace, she reached for the woman’s upper back.

The sensation of Thorax’s flesh against her fingertips sent a shiver up her spine. As her hand glided over the Matriarch’s shoulders, she couldn’t help but appreciate the woman’s build - not too thin, not overweight, but perfectly balanced in a wonderful middle ground. With her fingers dancing up and down the royal’s frame, her eyes wandered down the Queen’s frame.

Thorax’s behind was simply divine. Taut and perky, the twin globes of her rump were the stuff of many a lusty daydream. Seated at the royal’s side, betting the barest peek into the cleft of her sovereign’s tush, she swallowed hard. All she would have to do is shift slightly to glimpse the woman’s nethers, yet she staved off the temptation - if only just.

“Mmmm,” Thorax groaned, contentedly wiggling her hips back and forth. “Lower.”

With her head resting on its side, facing away from the drone, Sektiss thanked her lucky stars that the royal couldn’t see her face. Her blush had returned with a vengeance and her nipples stood erect, as her palms roamed down the woman’s lower back. Kneading and rubbing away, working the tension from the Queen’s muscles, she steadily crept closer to the gloriously displayed rump.

Like some infernal lure, she couldn’t take her eyes off Thorax’s succulent booty. She’d often wondered how firm or soft those wondrous cheeks were, though she would never have dreamt she’d be so close to actually finding out! Liking her lips, with her self-restraint waning, she moved one hand lower, over the woman’s hip and to the backside below.

Perhaps out of impulse or some subconscious drive, she gave the woman’s tush a squeeze. Her fingers softly dug into the giving flesh, sending bolts of excitement up her spine and causing her marehood to angrily seize. The ass was heavenly, like a pillow from the gods themselves, and yet there she was, a mere drone, with it gracing her palm.

As awe inspiring as the moment was, it came to an all too abrupt end. It started with the sound of a faint giggle, drawing her attention away from the siren-like rear. As she turned her head, peering up the woman’s body, she froze. The beauteous shapeshifter was looking right at her.

“M...my apologies!” Sektiss bleated, withdrawing her hand as if it had been licked by a flame.

“No need to apologize - after all, I did as for a massage,” Thorax demurely noted. Pushing herself up and rolling onto her back, she put her chest and abdomen on full display. “Please, by all means, do continue.”

Nodding slowly, unable to look away from the woman’s chest, the drone’s pulse quickened. Though her Queen’s bust was slightly smaller than her own, there was no denying how gorgeously sculpted the pair of breasts were. Large and round, with amber colored nipples, each teat could surely produce enough milk to feed several foals, though that mattered little. So far as she knew, their ruler had yet to take a mate or sire an heir for their kingdom.

“Yours are bigger...” Thorax pouted, seemingly sensing her guest’s thoughts. Grabbing her chest, she pressed her tits together. “I can scarcely imagine how you walk around all day with those, since my back is sore after being on my feet for only a few hours.”

The remark brought a grin to Sektiss’ lips. “I guess I’ve just gotten used to them,” she chuckled, cupping one massive breast in each hand.

Lifting her monstrous bosoms, feeling their weight in her palms, a sudden movement caught her eye. Glancing down the Queen’s frame, she did a double take and went rigid. Surely - surely her eyes were deceiving her. Releasing her tits and rubbing face, hoping to dispel what had to be an illusion, she peeked out and discovered it wasn’t a mirage. As impossible as it may have seemed, Thorax had a dick.

The semi-rigid appendage lay draped over the sovereign’s abdomen, giving the occasional twitch and gradually swelling in size. Covered in emerald flesh, which shifted to a burnt orange near the tip, it was of an immaculate shape. Easily above average for a stallionhood, yet not obscenely so, it seemed to be the perfect size - or rather, Sektiss’ perfect size. Replete with a pair of dark, extraordinarily heavy looking balls, holding heaven knows how much seed, it was a breathtaking package.

Despite herself, her body reacted to the sight. Her reproductive system went into overdrive, sending hormones flooding into her system and leaving her marehood winking needily. Though she didn’t quite understand how or why her Queen was equipped like a stallion, she couldn’t be bothered with the lack of logic - for her, the additional hardware only made the woman more appealing.

“Judging from the look on your face, you weren’t expecting to see this,” Thorax sighed, grabbing her shaft and swaying it back and forth. “I would understand if you find it disgusting, but do me one favor. Please don’t speak of this with anyone. I do my best to keep it hidden and I would rather not become a source of gossip.”

Sektiss shook her head and pursed her lips, desperately trying to sort her thoughts and make sense of the situation. Why did the Matriarch have a cock? How had she been able to hide it for so long? Was the Queen a mare or a stallion? Those questions and more ran rampant through her mind, leaving her thoroughly confused and unsure of what to do.

Crawling on the bed and seating herself, she faced her ruler. “Before we go any further, I swear that I will never speak of this to anyone - bearing that in mind, could you please explain what is going on?”

Thorax pushed herself up and turned to face her guest, before slowly sitting and crossing her legs. “Truth be told, I don’t know all the details myself. After Chrysalis’ defeat and the great reformation, I simply woke up with the thing,” she muttered, gazing down at the log of flesh. “As far as I know, Chrysalis didn’t have one - then again, Chrysalis couldn’t survive from the mutual kindness of others. There are just so many things to consider; I don’t believe I’m an actual Queen, but all the affection and appreciation of the hive transformed me into something more - some sort of different type of drone.”

“Does…” Sektiss began, trying in vain to avoid looking at the sizable appendage, “does it work?”

“So far as I can tell, yes - I mean, it’s certainly functional, though I’ve yet to try and - Ahem,” the Queen coughed, sheepishly making the childish having sex gesture with her hands.

With her day getting more bizarre by the minute, the drone rubbed her chin. Penis or not, Thorax was the undisputed ruler of the hive and she doubted anyone would take offense to the royal endowment - especially if it was due to some mysterious and unforeseeable force. Knitting her brow, she cocked her head to the side.

“Why would you try to hide it though? If you had no say in the matter, I don’t think anyone would have an issue with you or it.”

“How could I not hide it? Have you ever seen a mare walking around with something like this?” Thorax lamented, burning her face in her hands. “I’m a freak and a sham. If everyone knew that I was hiding this from them, I’d be a laughing stock…”

Hearing the wholly unfounded and absurd admission, Sektiss straightened. “My Queen, how could you ever say that. Not only did you save everyone from that tyrant, but you’re a living Venus! As for your - Um…” she faltered, attempting to find the right phrase, “equipment, I may not speak for everyone, but I find it most appealing.”

The Matriarch affixed the drone with a piercing gaze. “You jest.”

“No no no, not at all! I mean, think about it - you have all the allure of a woman and you’ve got a stallionhood; you’re the best of both worlds!” Sektiss asserted, grabbing the Queen’s hand and pulling it forward. “And I can’t express how honored I am that you shared this with me. I may only be a drone, but I’d do anything for you.”

“And you’re not appalled by my predicament?” Thorax pressed, her eyebrows raising in surprise.

Furiously shaking her head from side to side, the drone crept closer. “Not at all! Any mare would be blessed to have you. You’re smart, gorgeous, and you have a heart of gold. You’re everything a changeling should be.”

It was true, from the bottom of her heart, she meant every single word. Having a cock, as nonsensical as it was, only ramped up her interest in Thorax to unimaginable levels - sure, a few members of the hive would probably be curious about it, but she highly doubted anyone would be offended or put off! Reaching out and taking the woman’s other hand, she pressed the assault.

“If news about your condition came out and anyone spoke against you, know that I would be at your side in a heartbeat,” she sternly attested.

In the blink of an eye, Thorax pulled her hands free and shot forward. Wrapping her arms around the girl, cradling her from side to side, she quietly sniffed to herself. Though it took Sektiss a moment to come to her senses, she quickly reciprocated. Hugging the woman and softly stroking her back, she closed her eyes. Compared to the other surprises of the day, an emotional embrace wasn’t all that jarring.

Rubbing her face on the girl’s neck, Thorax hummed to herself. “You don’t know how much this means to me. I knew there was something about you.”

Quirking a brow, Sektiss cocked her head. “How?”

Pulling away slightly, positively beaming at the drone, the woman’s eyes went alight. “What with your antlers, it’s easy to pick you out of a crowd. I’d catch you stealing glances at me whenever you were around, but you never once approached me after the reformation. It wasn’t difficult to tell that you had some interest in me, so I went out on a limb and - well - here we are.”

As comforting as the Queen’s words were, it was hard to ignore a rather large issue which had quite literally sprung up between them. In her elation of being accepted, the regal shapeshifter had gotten a bit excited. Thorax’s stallionhood stood at full mast, throbbing in tune with her heartbeat, though she didn’t seem fully aware of it; Sektiss, on the other hand, couldn’t take her eyes off the picturesque package.

The silence was deafening, eventually causing Thorax to realize what held the girl’s attention. Her eyes widened in shock, a deep crimson shot into her face, and her hands flew to her erect cock, as she finally noticed her rather turgid state. Pushing her cock down and between her legs, she swiftly snatched up a pillow to cover herself.

“I...I’m sorry. I swear, the thing has a mind of its own sometimes,” she stammered, bashfully attempting to hide her arousal.

Sliding back on the bed, hoping the extra space would ease the tension, Sektiss shook her head. “There’s no need to apologize. It’s not like you were trying to show off or anything,” she mused.

The pair sat quietly for a moment, caught in the awkward and slightly embarrassing display of excitement. Sektiss certainly wasn’t offended by the show - heck, if anything, she was honored that her Queen would get that worked up simply by being with her. She had no way of knowing if Thorax could tell, but the unexpected development had left her more than a little turned on herself - still, that did little to address the situation at hand.

Since the woman had confided in her, and complimented her figure, it only seemed fair to offer something in return. As the thrill began to subside, allowing her thoughts to clear, an idea struck. Even if she didn’t have much to offer, there was one thing that may just do the trick.

“Would you like to get some dinner tomorrow?” she asked, grinning bashfully. “I know it may not be much, but maybe we could enjoy a meal and continue this little chat - I mean, if you’re interested, of course…”

Having perilously little experience with dating, let alone courting royalty, it was all she could do to keep her fingers crossed and hope Thorax accepted her offer. As the Monarch had mentioned, she may not even be any sort of traditional Queen - rather some advanced or highly altered type of drone. Regardless of the finer details, the circumstances virtually demanded that they continue their conversation - that is, after they’d had a bit of time to cool off and reflect.

“By chance, could we meet at your place? As much fun as it would be to go out, I’d really rather not cause a stir,” Thorax murmured.

“My Queen, of course! I would be more than happy to cook a meal for you!” Sektiss bleated.

The woman’s smile broadened and she gave a slight nod, before looking to the door. “As much as I would like to see you out, I’m afraid my current state might draw unwanted attention.”

Though the drone’s interest was piqued, she thought better than to question her Queen. She still didn’t fully understand why Thorax was so concerned about the village discovering her carefully hidden secret, but she could ask about that later. Considering the additional bit of anatomy seemed to be a touchy subject, it was likely best not to pry.

“As you wish, my Queen. Would six o’clock work for you?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Six would be lovely,” Thorax hummed, keeping the cushion pressed against her groin. With Sektiss moving to the edge of the mattress and getting to her feet, she politely cleared her throat. “Before I forget, I have one small request.”

“Name it,” Sektiss responded, turning to face her host.

Rubbing the back of her neck with one hand, the flustered Matriarch timidly looked to the girl’s face. “Just call me Thorax. I know it may sound silly, but Queen this and Queen that can get a bit tiresome.”

Upon hearing the comment, the drone positively beamed. Be darned if she knew how many were on a first name basis with Thorax, barring the pony Princesses and a few other royals, but it couldn’t be more than a handful. Struggling to contain herself, she opted for a modest bow.

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon,” she began, pausing to savor the final word, “Thorax.”

“I look forward to whatever you make!” the Matriarch replied. “It’ll be so nice to sit and talk with someone without having to conceal myself around them,” she added, before her cheeks darkened once again. “I...I’ll try my best to make it behave.”

Sektiss snickered and dismissively batted a hand, finding the Queen’s modestly downright adorable. “Don’t worry about it - if it happens, it happens. See you then!”

With that, the shapely girl wheeled around and proceeded to the door, but not quite in her usual manner. Having gotten her ruler worked up, knowing that she had been the cause of so much excitement, she couldn’t help herself from just a little bit of teasing. Swaying her hips from side to side, fighting off the temptation to look back at Thorax’s, she saw herself out. As unanticipated and thrilling as her afternoon had become, she couldn’t spare the time to replay the conversation and massage - no, she had plenty of planning to do...