Young Love Is The Tastiest

Cloud Chaser was currently laying on her back, being hotdogged by both stallions in the room. The changeling drone formerly known as Sterling Sword , currently in the form of Thunderlane, was taking the bloated mare from behind, while the real pegaus was sticking his dick down Cloud Chaser's wide, gaping mouth.

The two look-alikes had managed to work up a pattern, due to the precious cargo visibly present in the mare's midsection, this was also relatively careful and methodical, as far as double-teams went. The disguised changeling taking the vaginal entrance took great pains to adjust himself so his member wasn't going in too roughly, while the real pony sticking his meat in her mouth was doing his best not to buck forward when he felt the need to.

This had been going on for a while now, and it showed. The floor around the three ponies was stained with both sexual fluids and green slime from the pregnant mare's snatch. While both stallions were visible tired, the mare sandwiched between them showed the obvious signs of their sexual acts; Cloud Chaser was a ruined mare.

Her thighs were caked with both green slime and white cum, and when the two pegusi partners switched sides every so often she took whatever member ended up in her mouth with thoughtless dedication. It was debatable if her midsection now resembling a beach ball was due to the embryo inside her growing or just from the shear amount of cum she had swallowed over the past few hours, but, regardless, her wings were not immediately visible at a first glance anymore and she just kept taking more stallion dick with glee. Every so often she came, sometimes due to careful teasing of her clit and sometimes just from simple orgasmic bliss.

While this orgy of reproductive virility was going on, Carapace was sitting on a nearby couch, drinking a glass of water and reading her book.

She had gotten bored with the sexual display about twenty minutes in, when she figured that there wasn't going to be much more then two ponies having sex with another but she didn't have the heart to tell them to stop. The two ponies looked like they needed this and Sterling needed something to take his mind off of things, anyhow. She did consider getting Sterling and Thunderlane to go at it, but she eventually decided that it wouldn't be worth it.

Also, she did have some reading to catch up on, anyhow. At the moment, she was reading through a Bestiary of Equestria. To her mild dismay, Changelings were listed between Cerberus and Chimeras, and were given two paragraphs to sum up the entire species.

"The Changeling is a being which organizes themselves into tribes, based on leadership and ancestry. As a race, they consume emotions, with the force of Love reigning chiefly as the staple of their diet. They themselves are ruled by individuals not far outside the power of our own Princesses, but unlike the Celestial Sisters these beings are thankfully mortal and fallible. They organize themselves into two great factions, the Seelie and the Unseelie.

The Seelie assist ponies in whenever they can and create love as they go, and consume Love only when they believe it to be a reward for their own actions. The Unseelie, by dire contrast, steal the infants of ponies and replace them with their own young, to harvest as much love as they can. The two often hold great secret wars in their underground lairs during the later parts of the years, and times of great bounty and times of great hardship can be attributed to the respective winners of such wars. The Seelie can be assisted in their battles by the leaving of small pans of sugar-water out in meadows and fields, and the filling of the ditches where the Unseelie marshal their troops."

There was an inaccuracy in nearly every other sentence, to be frank. The only species more mistreated by this text was the griffons; the book claimed that they lived in caves, guarded treasure like dragons, mated for life, and had feathers that cured blindness and talons that could purify poisoned drinks. But, really, besides the Bestiary not mentioning of any body parts that could be harvested from her corpse that could be of use to ponies, Carapace thought it was really quite offensive, the whole concept of two different courts especially.

In essence, there were two main ways of getting love; capturing ponies or having them be 'free ranged'. Misunderstanding this was the only way Carapace could even fathom for blatant lies like that to make it to print. The 'secret wars' bit had some merit, but there was a single conclave for Queens who bothered to join and the entire idea of leaving supplies out for warring changelings was hogwash. The only real warfare that involved ponies that changelings could take advantage of involved sterilizing young mares and stallions in enemy lands or, quite simply, killing broodmares.

Such tactics were considered low and dirty, of course, but most of the changeling queens who had any amount of power did not get to where they were without careful application of subterfuge. The current High Queen, quite infamously, fed her mother to a swarm of giant spiders and killed her older sister by drowning her in a barrel of amber. The corpse of the former currently lies in some cavern or another and the latter is used by the High Queen as a makeshift table.

High Queen Celaenia, by all accounts, is generally regarded as the sneakiest bitch in the history of the changeling race. Mabarida, the legendary procreator of most of the existent changeling hives, the one which left the great hive which currently serves as a capital for the changeling race and who left after five hundred years of rulership to her hundred children and absconded to places unknown, the one who's name was used as a oath by changelings for thousands of years, was allegedly tracked down and killed by Celaenia fifty years into her rule. Celaenia's royal crown was switched from the traditional tiara to a hollowed-out changeling skull, three times again the size of any existent queen. The horn her helm sported was as long as any queen's foreleg, and the whole thing was gilded, along with being infested with small white spiders, which Celaenia allows to freely make webs on herself.

Of course the whole idea that some no-name nymph killed the creation deity of her species and has been wearing her hide for six hundred years might strike some as mortifying, but the whole 'cultural deicide' thing has been long since brushed under the table.

Really, wearing skulls for crowns isn't the most horrible thing Carapace was able to think of about the current grand leader of the changelings. Celaenia had allowed a great court to form around her; once, the annual conclaves between the queens was a affair reserved for only those queens with officially defined areas. Now, though, outside a circle of eight queens, more then a hundred landless queens and scattered intelligent changelings were allowed to make their opinions known, disrupting the entire orderly process that made the conclaves what they were.

Celaenia, besides her spiders, also kept a most terrible hive. It was strong enough, well armed and trained and rich in thralls and material possessions, but her dalliances in experimentation were utterly sickening. While Celaenia has had a few daughters here and there, she keeps most of them bound and rendered dumb, to use in breeding experiments that have no purpose but, presumably, her own amusement.

The tunnels and halls of Tir Na Bog, a hive to rival any pony city in size and scope, were always in moderate disrepair, as no queen besides the very founder of the hive could ever muster the ability to maintain such huge monolithic towers or such deep grottos, and since elder times much of the city has always been abandoned. Celaenia's rule, however, has sparsely populated some of these ruins; experimentations in the limitations of incest and the capabilities of the changeling body are just a small insights to her tastes.

Limbless near-grubs crawl over blind hairless once-ponies in side-tunnels there. Deformed drones with not enough eyes and too many legs and those with too many eyes and not enough legs trawl the lightless depths below, starving for any love they can obtain. Changelings with suspiciously spiderlike features, or spiders with suspiciously changelinglike features, make green webs to catch unwary visiting drones, and rumors of stranger things in the deeper caverns is not unheard of. The term 'living teat slime' has been thrown around once or twice.

Carapace shuddered at the thought. Teats, soft baggy mounds of fat between pony legs that produced teat liquid. And stallions had them too, even if they were purposeless. It struck her to be rather absurd that many creatures on the planet had yet to come up with a better way to feed their offspring than to produce juice from nozzles nestled near the very area where they presumably gave birth from. Even the little pony larva are pretty much helpless for years on end, barely gaining any signs of self sufficiency around the time they get their cutie marks.

Disgusting.

Carapace put down the book she was reading, singularly believing that nothing more could be gained from it, and took a sip of water around the time Cloud Kicker moaned out in pleasure for the fifteenth time or so in the last ten minutes. Carapace dimly wondered if the mare could feel her legs anymore, but realized that details like that didn't matter to her, as she was surely happy anyhow.

Carapace considered the next book on her list, a collection of erotica simply named 'Mares' she got from a shop that specialized in such things. When she bought it, the clerk shyly advised her to skip to chapter four, and gave her a free bookmark with little sheep on it.

She opened the book to where the bookmark was pre-placed and started reading, tuning out the ongoing threeway in front of her so she could get her reading on.

"Red Apple opened her maw just wide enough for the huge stallionhood attached to her marfriend, and Glamor's thick purple-tipped cock thrusted down Red Apple's throat as easily as it did with her own vagina moments before. Red Apple could taste her own marecum slathered over Glamor's thick rod, and combined with the taste of Glamor's lavender-smelling seed it sent Red Apple to the precipice of cumming again. Red Apple soon returned the favor, putting her snout into Glamor's snatch and doing her best to lap at the sweet honey coming from her cunny. "

Carapace stared at the paragraph she was reading, scanning it twice more to make sure that the words she were reading were correct. No stable mind could possibly have coined the word 'marecum', or believe that ejaculation should have a taste other then vaguely salty. She wasn't too sure what parallel universe had ponies with virginal walls that leaked honey, or had entities who believed that the act or feminine oral sex was especially pleasing to the giver. She wouldn't stick her tongue in Buttercream's little cunny if her life was on the line, and she'd laid eggs in her. Pony seminal fluids were disgusting enough, and she didn't need to get the 'stuff dripping between her teeth', as did this Red Apple character, according to the next paragraph down.

Carapace shut the book, looked at the given author, and memorized the name. This 'Yellow Butterfly' was clearly disturbed and was to be avoided at all cost.

She threw the book over to the other side of the couch, and picked up a magazine that primarily focused on Equestrian high life, especially Canterlot nobility.

She started reading them mostly out of boredom, but quickly developed a fondness for the tabloids. Really, some of the stories struck her as a little outlandish, like the ones about Blueblood having a affair with a donkey maid and the stories about Hoity Toity allegedly being straight, but this was the one capital city in the world that was a few miles away from the death forest that contained giant star bears, so she allowed herself to sit back and enjoy the mindlessness.

But, she saw something interesting, on the front page, in fact; it was a story about something she normally considered overly pointless, but now had a sudden new meaning to her.

She flipped the thin pages until she got to one of the minor headlines of the day; "Next Grand Galloping Gala Held In Honor Of Inter-National Relations; To Accept Guest Speakers"

In smaller print, it revealed that "Princesses Celestia, Luna, and Twilight Sparkle Will Be Attending Conference In Griffonia During Gala".

Carapace blinked several times, and realized that she had an opportunity to get most of a nations important ponies in a single room, while being allowed inside on perfectly legit circumstances. She had a certificate of nobility for Emerald Gleam, and her first batch of changelings would be on the way. She would be able to hypnotize at least a few ponies while she was inside the castle, at the very least.

Carapace decided that, right then and there, that she was going to try and take over Canterlot while the princesses were away.

A strange feeling bubbled in her chest, and she looked at the second of her broodmares, being filled up by the stallion she loved and the stallion Carapace herself loved more then anything else in the world.

She allowed herself to smile a childish smile, like she knew how everything was going to fall in place for her. That she was better than all of her ancestors and her peers and that she was going to be a better Princess than that High Queen ever was.

"Sterling, you are going to be a king. You will always be my prince." she said, voice full of genuine affection and love for the stallion.

Sterling Sword did not answer, because he was just a drone.