Romancing a Thorax

Flitting about her home, checking every little detail for the umpteenth time, Sektiss was a nervous wreck. It had only been a day since she’d invited her Queen over for a meal and, despite her eagerness at the time, the crushing weight of knowing the savior of their people was going to see her house filled her with anxiety. It wasn’t like she had anything to hide, but she couldn’t show off her abode unless it was perfect.

Having gotten perilously little sleep the night before, as the existential dread of having Thorax over had begun settling upon her, she’d gotten up extra early to tidy up. She’d dusted every square inch of her home, vacuumed twice, scoured the bathroom, and that wasn’t even counting her other preparations. After having spent hours with the housework, she’d gone out to buy groceries for the event.

Though she was no slouch with culinary affairs, she often prepared relatively simple meals for herself - that being said, she fully planned on making a banquet fit for a Queen that evening. Butternut squash soup, a fresh salad, stir fried noodles, and a parfait for dessert. It may have been a bit more extravagant than her normal fair, but the cost and extra effort would definitely be worth it.

Honestly, between the cleaning and cooking, the smitten drone lost track of time. It wasn’t until she heard a soft series of raps at her door did she realize her guest had arrived. Glancing at the clock, seeing that Thorax was fashionably early for their little endeavor, she swallowed hard. Giving her abode one final look over, ensuring nothing was out of place, she took a deep breath and trotted to the entryway.

“One second,” Sektiss called, resting her hand on the doorknob. There were butterflies in her stomach, her heart was thundering in her chest, and she felt weak in the knees - still, she was well past the point of no return. Opening the door, she forced a broad smile.

The moment Thorax spotted her host, she beamed. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m just a little early.”

“N...no, not at all!” Sektiss stammered, trying and failing to keep her cool. Stepping back and pulling the door open, she bade her guest enter. “Please, come in!”

Watching the svelte mare enter, her stress levels skyrocketed. The logical part of her brain told her she had nothing to be concerned about, especially since she’d worked so hard to make her place as presentable as it could possibly be, yet that did little to quell her unease. Thorax was more than just their ruler, she was as beautiful and kind hearted as it gets - as such, she had to make a darn good impression.

“Here,” the Matriarch began, turning and presenting a chilled tub to the drone. “I may have asked around and heard that this was your favorite.”

Reaching out and taking the tub of strawberry swirl ice cream from the sovereign’s grasp, Sektiss nearly swooned. She’d had no way of knowing that her guest would bring an additional dessert, nor that she’d be given such special treatment, so the act of kindness left her speechless. Flapping her jaw, struggling to find her voice, she nodded her thanks.

Turning in place, surveying the home’s interior, Thorax smiled to herself. “Quite the comfortable little home you have. Is that sandalwood I smell?”

The question shook Sektiss from her stupor, finally allowing her to speak. “Yes, my Q…” she cut herself off, only just remembering the informal request from the day prior, “Thorax.”

“Would you mind if I look around?” the Queen inquired, smiling over at her host.

“Of course! Be my guest!” the drone bleated, simultaneously overjoyed and terrified by the prospect. “I...I’ll just get everything plated up.”

Sauntering into the kitchen, after snatching the pair of plates she’d sat on the table, she tried not to pay attention to the royal casually strutting around her home - still, despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help herself from stealing the occasional glimpse of her gorgeous guest. As she put the finishing touches on their meal, she watched the Queen nonchalantly peruse her things.

“This has got to be you!” Thorax asked, lifting a picture from her coffee table. “Even before you reformed, I could recognize those curves!”

“Oh!” Sektiss chirped, recognizing the photo. “Yes, that’s from my graduation! You can see I’ve always been a bit on the plump side.”

It was true - shortly after puberty, she’d begun filling out at an insanely fast pace. Not only had she been the first in her grade to develop a chest, but her bust quickly surpassed most of the teachers’! It wasn’t long after her upper half started to mature that her backside, hips, and thighs quickly followed suit. All told, she’d ended up being the most curvaceous student in her entire school.

“Sweet stars above, how in the world are you still single?” the sovereign laughed. “But really though, had we been in the same class, I would have been chatting you up in an instant. You know, back in the old days, mares with a little heft were favored over thinner ones.”

The comment, while flattering, piqued Sektiss’ interest. “So you’ve always been into mares?”

Thorax nodded and her smile wavered ever so slightly, as she peered over at the drone. “If I’m being totally honest, yes. I never really spoke about my preferences much, but I’ve never really cared for stallions. In a sense, my - Ahem -” she paused and pointed to her groin, “is a bit of a blessing. I’m pretty sure that most stallions wouldn’t be too interested in me after they found out about that.”

“You may be surprised,” Sektiss hummed, carrying their meals over to the table. “I’m sure a good many stallion’s wouldn’t be bothered by it - heck, I bet a few would even considered it a bonus!”

Blushing and giggling to herself, the Queen turned away. “You’re just saying that. For goodness sake, you saw how big it was! I wouldn’t be shocked if it sent most guys running for the hills!”

Thinking back to the day before, remembering just how endowed the Matriarch was, Sektiss’ mouth began to water. Both sizable and of an exceptionally pleasing shape, it was just as exquisite as the rest of Thorax. Though she hadn’t done anything but see it the one time, she’d already found herself wondering how it must feel.

Growing more flustered by the minute, she set the food on the table and waved her guest over. “Dinner is served.”

“I don’t know about you, but I am famished,” Thorax intoned, setting the photo down and trotting over to the table.

Just as she was preparing to seat herself, Sektiss paused. Apparently displeased with the prospect of sitting opposite of her, the Matriarch casually moved her chair to her side. She gulped, knowing that she’d be right next to the stately mare, but didn’t budge. If her Queen wanted to be next to her, who was she to oppose?

“You don’t mind, do you?” Thorax asked, easing herself down and pulling her plate over to herself.

“N...not at all! I’d be honored!” the drone stammered.

Reluctantly hopping into her chair, hoping her afternoon wouldn’t have any other surprises, Sektiss took a deep breath to steady herself. “I hope you like the meal.”

“If it tastes half as good as it looks, I’m sure it will be delicious,” Thorax mused, picking up her fork.

The dinner itself, outside of a few compliments, was relatively quiet. Though Sektiss had hoped the lack of conversation would calm her frazzled nerves, it did anything but. Simply being in her sovereign’s proximity was enough to keep her heart pounding - not to mention it certainly didn’t help that she was the center of attention. Between the bites of food, she kept catching the Queen watching her eat - nothing obvious or too distracting, but the regal shapeshifter seemed to have a keen interest in her.

“Eating like this, it’s no wonder you’re so shapely!” Thorax remarked, licking a bit of soup from her lips. Catching herself, throwing up her hands, she swiftly shook her head. “I mean that in a good way! Truth be told, I wish more mares properly fed themselves!”

“Thanks,” Sektiss whispered, smiling to herself.

She’d been self-conscious about her weight for years, so getting complimented on her size was a pleasing change of pace. Even though she wasn’t obscenely heavy, she’d always been on the larger side. In the end, after trying various routines to shed a few pounds, she’d ultimately just given up on the matter.

As their meal drew to a close, with both their plates nearly cleared, a contented sigh escaped her. She’d made it over one of the largest hurdles that evening - at least, she hoped she had. Her guest had enjoyed the dishes she’d prepared, which gave some modicum of relief, yet she wasn’t sure how they’d spend the rest of their time together - that was, until the Matriarch stood and strolled over to the refrigerator.

“Can’t forget about dessert!” Thorax chirped. Retrieving the ice cream, as well as two spoons from the counter, she returned to the table and seated herself.

In fact, Sektiss had forgotten about the dessert. As she went to push herself away and fetch a few bowls for them, her guest reassuringly patted her shoulder. How and what the Queen was intending quickly became apparent, as her company opened the container and dug a spoon into the frozen treat.

“Open wide,” Thorax purred, bringing the spoonful to her host’s muzzle.

Caught in the moment, unsure of what to do, Sektiss reacted on instinct. Opening her mouth, allowing her guest to feed her, she closed her lips around the utensil and lapped the ice cream from the head of the spoon. Being fed would have been peculiar enough, but things quickly took yet another unexpected turn. As she savored the sweet, fruity flavor on her tongue, something caressed her belly.

“There we go,” the Queen softly whispered, as her fingers danced over the girl’s stomach.

The physical contact did little to slow the drone’s beating heart - if anything, it made her more nervous than ever. It wasn’t like being touched bothered her or anything - far from it, in fact - she simply hadn’t expected it. Swallowing her mouthful, relishing the sensation of dainty fingers on her supple flesh, she grinned.

“Enjoying yourself?” she tittered, drawing her guest’s attention to her face.

“Immensely,” Thorax replied, as her hand wandered up the girl’s abdomen. Her palms came to rest just beneath her host’s generous bosom, giving the tender flesh a small squeeze, before she began to pull away.

As the fleeting touch came to an all too abrupt end, Sektiss’ impulses got the better of her. Reaching down and gently wrapping her fingers around the woman’s wrist, she placed the hand on the underside of her breast. “Y...you don’t have to stop…”

The Queen piqued a brow and her smile broadened, as she peered into the girl’s eyes. Slowly, cautiously, her hand drifted beneath a titanic mammary and tested its heft. Though she didn’t say a word, her expression was priceless. A mix between amazement and barely restrained joy played over her face, while her fingers sank into the soft tit flesh.

“They’re so soft,” she reverently breathed. Leaning over, abandoning the ice cream on the table, she helped herself to two handfuls of the drone’s bountiful bosoms. “Are you sure you’ve never been a mother?”

Sektiss’ cheeks darkened, and she stifled a laugh, as she shook her head. “I think I’d remember if I was.”

The exquisite feeling of being so brazenly fondled was compounded by the fact that the Thorax was the one doing it. Needless to say, the rather intimate attention had an immediate and profound effect. Her pulse raced and her loins grew heated, while she gnawed her bottom lip. It had been ages since anyone had gotten handsy with her and she was not about to put a stop to it.

Leaning back a tad, Thorax dug another scoop of ice cream from the tub and brought the spoon to the girl’s face. “Maybe just a bit more…”

Sektiss’ lips parted and her tongue rolled out invitingly, as she closed her eyes and awaited another bite. Besides the inherent strangeness of being fed by someone, there was almost an erotic undercurrent to the act. Though she’d never experienced anything like it, she found the entire affair rather charming. It was peculiar, sure, yet she was hardly going to object the ministrations from a Queen!

The second bite led to a third, then a fourth and a fifth, until she’d lost count of how many spoonfuls she’d swallowed down. The dessert itself was spectacular, easily some of the best ice cream she’d ever had, yet that took a back seat to Thorax’s treatment of her. Throughout the event, the sovereign continually rubbed and kneaded her hip, stomach, and occasionally her chest.

While there was certainly something sensual about the contact, Sektiss found it peculiar that her guest wasn’t paying more attention to her bosoms or nethers. She, like the Matriarch, was nude, so everything she had was on display. Almost like some slow form of teasing or foreplay, she found herself getting increasingly worked up as the minutes dragged by.

“I can’t thank you enough for the meal,” Thorax cheerfully remarked, setting the spoon into the nearly emptied container of ice cream. “We must do this again sometime.”

“Thank you for coming!” Sektiss asked, steadily getting to her feet. “Perhaps you’d like a cup of coffee or tea before you go?”

Though the meal was finished, she saw no reason for them to part ways too quickly. With no other plans for the evening, she’d be more than happy to spend the afternoon with her guest - heck, she’d even be willing to let the Queen stay the night - that was, if Thorax wanted to. Gathering up their plates and silverware, she walked over to the sink and turned the tap to run.

“As much as I appreciate the offer, I’ve never been much of a coffee or tea drinker,” Thorax noted from behind her.

As Sektiss began rinsing off the dishes, the sound of the chair sliding across the floor caught her ear. The noise, while simple, could only signal one thing - her guest was preparing to depart. As a pang of bittersweet melancholy struck, she sighed. All her hard work earlier in the day had paid off spectacularly, yet it felt as though their little rendezvous had finished before it really began.

Closing her eyes, knowing it would be poor form not to see her guest out, she turned and found herself facing an emerald pair of breasts. As she craned her head back and peered up at the sovereign, her brow knit in consternation. “Did you change your mind about the tea?”

“No, although I did have a different idea to help us relax and digest,” Thorax began, grinning down at the girl. “Since you were so kind as to give me a massage yesterday, perhaps I could return the favor…”

Sektiss’ heart fluttered wildly in her chest, her pupils shrank to pinpricks, and she lost the ability to speak. Of all the wild things Thorax had said or done over the last day, the offer was by far the most bizarre. She was only a simple drone! Who was she to get serviced by the highest ranked changeling in all the land? It was beyond absurd, the thing little colts and fillies would joke about, yet some part of her pined to accept the offer.

Cocking her head, with a silly little smirk on her muzzle, Thorax leaned in and tenderly laced fingers with the girl’s hand. “Is that a yes?”

Feeling as though her mouth was full of sand, Sektiss nodded vigorously. There were moments in life where no amount of planning or guile could help - this was one of those moments. All she could do was surrender herself, see where the circumstances led her, and pray things turned out well. Gazing into the tall woman’s eyes, she summoned the courage to say a single word.

“Yes…”

Without saying a word, the Matriarch turned and trotted away - with the girl in tow, of course. Navigating past the kitchen counter and table, across the spacious one-room home, she made a beeline for the bed. As she came to rest beside the mattress, she relinquished her host and pointed to the blanket covered surface.

Well past the point of no return, Sektiss obliged the unspoken command. Taking a step and resting one knee on the bed, she went to crawl forward and sprawl on her stomach - at least that had been her intention, before receiving a pat on the shoulder. Freezing, she looked back at her guest.

“On your back, please, if it’s not too much to ask,” Thorax murmured. “I’d hate for you to be uncomfortable resting on that heavy chest of yours - besides, we just ate and you may get an upset stomach if you rest on your belly.”

Sektiss raised a finger to protest, but caught herself and kept her mouth shut. Like it or not, the Queen had made a good point. Laying prone was far less comfortable than being supine - not only that, but she’d ended up rubbing down both sides of the ruler. It wasn’t like she’d intended to give her guest full access to all the goods, but she had little choice in the matter.

Moving onto the bed, on her knees, she shuffled to the center of the mattress. While she was excited to feel the Matriarch’s touch again, her mind raced with the implications of what was about to happen. She, a low-ranking drone, was about to get a massage from the Queen! As she rolled to her side and onto her back, leaving her colossal breasts parted slightly on her chest, she reached for a pillow.

No sooner had she gotten the cushion under her head and closed her eyes than a pair of hands were upon her. Sweetly, almost curiously, the digits stroked the contours of her torso and sides. While she was slightly curious to see her guest’s expression, she dare not look, lest the embarrassment of allowing herself to be touched in such an intimate matter make her blush harder than she already was.

She couldn’t say she’d ever had a true massage before, but the experience was beyond wondrous. What began as steady, soft motions gradually escalated into something altogether more intense. The Queen’s fingers would sink into her supple flesh, kneading and working the tension out of her and leaving loosened muscle in their wake. Had she been getting such treatment from anyone other than Thorax, she could have easily found herself drifting off - as it was, her excitement gradually mounted.

Though she kept her eyes closed throughout, she could feel her nipples becoming erect and her loins growing moist. There was certainly a sensual aspect to it, one which her inane changeling senses became increasingly aware of. Her guest wasn’t just working the tension out of her - no, she was practically glutting her with affection. Minutes passed and the fond ministrations continued before either made a single noise.

“I can see someone is enjoying this,” Thorax purred, lovingly squeezing the girl’s belly.

Sektiss had presumed the Queen had taken note of her arousal, yet something told her that wasn’t quite right. Besides being turned on, she felt slightly different - as if she were somehow larger. Gathering her strength and lifting her head, she peered down her frame and gasped. She didn’t just feel larger, she was larger.

Her stomach and bosoms, each rather sizable at any given time, had grown half-again in size. There was simply no way that their meal would have had such an impact on her, even after it had been fully digested, which only meant one thing - like a ravenous child, some part of her subconscious had been feasting upon the Matriarch’s passion throughout the entire massage. The realization brought with it a crippling guilt, as she struggled to push herself up.

“I...I’m so sorry,” she bleated, doing what she could to cover her plump body. “I...I never m...meant to-”

“Ssssssssssssssh,” Thorax hissed, sweetly pressing a finger to the drone’s lips. “If I had minded, I would have stopped. It’s quite alright, I assure you - if anything, I find you even more appealing now than ever.”

There was no mistaking it - like a shark smelling blood in the water, Sektiss detected the unmistakable scent of lust about the Queen. It was like an ambrosial miasma, sending tingles of excitement through her and causing her pulse to quicken. Propped on her elbows, wondering how best to address the escalating situation, she fidgeted slightly.

“You’re just so big,” Thorax began, leaning in and pressing her lips to the girl’s tummy. “And warm,” she continued, kissing her way up her host’s breasts. “And beautiful,” she groaned, pecking the drone’s neck.

As if Thorax’s words and actions weren’t obvious signs of just how turned on her guest was, the final nail in the coffin came when something supremely hot and thick grind against Sektiss’ hip. Practically spooning, with the Queen pressed to her side, the sensation of the engorged stallionhood was unmistakable and exacerbated the situation to an entirely different level. What had started as a warmhearted exercise of trust and relaxation had transformed into something overtly carnal.

“M..my…” Sektiss trailed off, unable to look away from the immaculate length of flesh.

Had she anticipated such a turn, she would have been more willing to accept the rather amorous change of pace - as things were, she felt torn. On one hand, a part of her yearned to reciprocate and cave to her wanton urges; on the other, she realized that both of them may have gotten more worked up than they’d intended. In the end, her better judgement won out and she delicately pushed the Queen away.

Rearing back, appearing almost wounded by the gesture, Thorax’s attention flew to the girl’s face. Following her host’s gaze, peering down at her groin, she flung herself to the side. “I...I didn’t mean to…” she sputtered, turning away and hiding her shame.

Giving herself a second to breath and gather her thoughts, Sektiss rested a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “It’s...It’s alright,” she sighed, dourly shaking her head, “I think we both got a little caught up in the moment.”

“Even still, this is hardly befitting of a Queen,” Thorax lamented. Curling into a ball, with her back to the drone, she snatched up a second pillow and covered her face.

“Queen or no Queen, you’re still a changeling. How could anyone blame you for having a taste for love - I mean, it’s not like we don’t live off the stuff,” Sektiss snickered. “If anything, this just makes you more relatable.”

Turning her head and shifting the cushion, the Matriarch peeked over with a single eye. “You mean it?”

The girl nodded and smiled. “I absolutely do, one-hundred percent,” she admitted, pushing herself into a seated position. While she was hardly one to make jokes at her own expense, the situation presented an opportunity for one which would lighten the mood and hopefully ease her guest’s anxiety. “Heck, you weren’t the only one getting excited. I might just have to change the sheets after that massage.”

“You’re just saying that,” Thorax huffed, reaching out and softly shoving her hip.

“Not even a little bit,” Sektiss giggled. “Tell you what - I’m going to go and set a kettle of tea boiling. If you’d like to stay and have a cup with me, I’d be more than happy to chat and cool off with you.”

Thinking for a moment, Thorax offered a curt not. As her host swung her legs over the side of the bed and got to her feet, trotting towards the stove, her eyes flicked to the mattress where the girl had been laying. Spotting a slightly damp spot on the sheets, feeling her erection twitch, she glanced to the drone’s ample rear.

“Just don’t enjoy that view too much,” Sektiss teased, playfully slapping her tush and strutting away. With the evening salvaged, despite the spontaneous and heated shift in energy, she wondered exactly where their night would lead...