Incognito - The Chrysalis Chronicles

Chapter 1: Baked Goods

“You shouldn't have any problems handling the counter,” Mr. Cake said as he was getting ready to make a delivery. “The lunch rush is over, so I don't expect many customers. If you do have any questions, my wife will be in the kitchen.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Cake,” Chrysalis said brightly with her most sincere fake smile. “Leave everything to me.” She had donned the disguise of a green earth pony mare upon her arrival in Ponyville. The image was completed by a golden mane tied into two pigtails and a set of freckles across her cheeks.

For all the world she looked like a young mare, who had nothing more sinister in mind than getting a part-time job, which she had easily acquired at Sugarcube Corner. “Well,” Mr. Cake said, taking hold of the delivery cart. “Thanks again for your help. We always need the extra help, when Pinkie leaves on one of her adventures with Twilight.”

Chrysalis gritted her teeth. “Gosh, I'd love to meet her sometime. It must be amazing to be one of the Elements of Harmony.”

He nodded. “Probably, but it's a headache for us. Never know when your assistant/foal sitter will be unavailable. Take care, Sun Flower.”

The name had been derived from her fake cutie mark. Two guesses as to what it was. Coming up with names and cutie marks for fictional disguises was always harder than just assuming an existing identity. Her smile faded immediately, when the baker's head was turned. At least he was taking the two insufferable brats with him, which were now riding in the basket on their father's back and blowing raspberries at the Changeling Queen.

Chrysalis stood behind the counter of the empty sales floor and slammed her head down on on it. “Why do I have to deal with this?” she moaned. “Celestia can simply snap her fingers to get what she wants and the Griffon parliament is a joke since the recent voting reforms. Why am I the only one who has to deal with the likes of Cator and Seianor?”

Ponyville had seemed like a good way to start on her quest. Canterlot was probably still on high alert, while a newcomer in the rural town hardly raised any eyebrows. But it was so boring! To think that she, the illustrious and radiantly beautiful Queen of the Changelings, was reduced to sell sweets to the backwater inhabitants of this dump made her want to scream.

“Excuse me,” the voice of a young colt said. “Can I have two Cherry Sugar Milkshakes please?”

'Sun Flower' looked up from her exercise in self-pity. Her first customer of the day had a brown coat and was wearing a ridiculous propeller hat. “Coming right up,” she mumbled and prepared the drinks. Topping each off with a cherry, she put them down on the counter. “Two bits.”

“I think you forgot the straws,” the colt said, cocking his head.

Chrysalis fished two fresh drinking straws, still wrapped in plastic, from the box on the counter and laid them down. “Two bits,” she repeated, getting annoyed. The kid could have gotten his own bloody straws, after all.

He finally put the money down on the counter. “And can I have some extra chocolate sprinkles for one? It's for my girlfriend, Sweetie Belle.”

“That'll be another bit, then.”

“But Pinkie Pie always put them on free of charge.”

Chrysalis grimaced. “Do I look like a giggling, pink fool? You want sprinkles, you cough up the money.”

“But I don't have any more on me,” the colt wailed.

“Then get a job, kid.”

“I'm only eight years old,” he protested. “Besides I used up my allowance to buy video games.”

Chrysalis rolled her eyes. “That's the problem with you foals these days. You want everything for free.” Seeing that the boy was close to tears, she leaned down and whispered in a soothing voice. “Aww, it's okay. Look, I can give you something else for free.”

His eyes sparkled. “Really? What is it?”

She bared her fangs at him and for a moment her green, reptilian eyes flashed menacingly. “A kick in the teeth! That way you can eat through a straw for months and your mom will buy you all the milkshakes you could want.”

The colt's eyes grew wide. Then tears fell and finally he turned and ran out of the store. “MOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!”

Chrysalis chuckled darkly. “Still got it,” she complimented herself, putting the two bits in her own apron pocket and unwrapping a straw. Then she got to work, slurping one of the two milkshakes. No point in letting them go to waste. It was sickeningly sweet, but it matched her mood. Dealing with the Senate had given her little chance to smile for the last few months.

Unfortunately she was now all alone again and the boredom quickly began to nag at her once more. Then a thought came to her. Considering the brat's volume, it seemed strange that Mrs. Cake hadn't at least stuck her ever-curious head out of the kitchen to see what was going on.

Shrugging, Chrysalis stood up and made her way over to the double doors that led to the kitchen, but stopped just short of actually opening them. Peering over the rim, she raised an eyebrow. “Now that is interesting.”

She had expected to see Mrs. Cup Cake hard at work, but the image that unfolded before her was one more of fun than work. A brown pegasus stallion with a 5 o'clock shadow was kissing the married mare and fondling her breasts over her clothes. But it didn't end there. A unicorn stallion with a beige coat was standing behind her and nibbling at her collar bone. Chrysalis had poured over the dossiers of every known pony in preparation for her mission and could identify the two stallions as Crafty Crate, the boss of a small delivery company, and Doughnut Joe, another baker from Canterlot.

“Is this what passes for catering service around here?” she wondered and looked on with interest, slurping some more of the milkshake.

The sound made the unicorn's ears perk up and he looked in her direction. “Is there somepony there?”

Ooops, Chrysalis thought and ducked around the corner, so she was out of sight. She was fairly sure that he hadn't seen her.

Luckily Mrs. Cake herself defused the situation. “Don't worry,” she said, breaking the kiss with the pegasus. “My husband's out for at least an hour and he took the kids. The only one here is that temp girl.”

“Wouldn't it be bad, if she walked in on us?” Chrysalis reasoned that the new voice belonged to Crafty Crate.

The baker chuckled. “Don't worry. As soon as Pinkie Pie gets back, I'm gonna fire her anyway. I'll hide some cash and accuse her of stealing it. No severance package and nopony's gonna believe the word of a thief.”

“Well, that's nice to know,” Chrysalis grumbled. Still on some twisted level she had to admire the blue mare's cunning and business sense. She'd have made a good agent for the Hive, if she had been a Changeling. Suddenly her ears perked up. “My MILF-sense is tingling.”

Sure enough a mare with a brownish coat and mane stormed into the store. She looked livid with rage. “I demand an explanation about my son!” she shouted.

“Well,” Chrysalis began, leisurely resting her elbows on the counter. “You see, it's like this. When a mommy pony and a daddy pony love each other very much...”

“Not that! My son Button Mash was in here a moment ago. What did you do to him?”

“Oh, the brat. I just educated him a bit about the realities of business, that's all.” Her eyes wandered from the mare's face to her ample chest. Chrysalis hated mares with such giant jugs. Changelings were naturally flat-chested and while she couldn't be totally sure about it, she had always had the theory that this very fact lay at the foundation of the eternal rivalry between the two matriarchal societies.

“I think an apology is in order!” Button's mom said hotly.

Chrysalis waved her off. “Not necessary. I enjoyed sending him crying,” she said, deliberately misunderstanding her. “But to show you that there's no ill will, have a milkshake on the house.” With a grin she picked up the remaining shake and spilled it over the mare's chest, not even bothering to pretend that it was an accident.

“Eeek! You did that on purpose!”

For some reason seeing the nipples of those D-Cups peek through the wet dress ticked the Changeling Queen off even more. “Duuuuuuh! You're not too bright, are you? Now run back to that brat of yours. I'm sure he'll be happy to lap the milk up from those ugly udders, you milk cow.”

“Gah … ghuh … tsk … The Cakes are gonna hear about this and so will the Mayor!” With that empty threat completed, Button's mom turned on her heels and walked out. One could almost see the steam rising from her ears.

Chrysalis rolled her eyes. “Good luck getting a hold of 'Sun Flower' after today. Now, let's get back to the show.” After a moment's thought she decided that peeking over the door was too risky. But since nopony was around, she was free to use her magic. Firing up her horn, which was hidden underneath her earth pony disguise, she cast a swirling, green spot of magic at the wall, which acted as a one-way-window.

Perfect. This way she could watch to her heart's content and the three ponies on the other side were none the wiser. “Damn, missed a good part.”

The trio had used the fact that they were in a cake shop to the best of their ability. Mrs. Cake was lying on the kitchen table. Her chest was covered in whipped cream, which the pegasus stallion was eagerly lapping up and on each of her nipples rested a perfect cherry.

A little further down the unicorn was levitating a jug of honey above the married mare's privates, angling it slightly, so a steady stream of the sweet substance was flowing onto her labia. With slurping noises he lapped up the combined mixture of honey and love juices.

“This is getting good,” Chrysalis said to herself, getting a little more comfortable on her stool and feeling around for her milkshake. Not wanting to take her eyes off the spectacle, it took her a few seconds, but when her fingers bumped into the glass, she took the drink and leaned back.

Crafty Crate took one of the cherries in his mouth. After chewing for a bit, he gave Cup Cake a deep kiss. His hand moved around the mare's now exposed breast and pinched her nipple. When their lips parted Mrs. Cake spit out the cherry core with a smile and the pegasus took the stem out from his mouth, which he had apparently knotted with his tongue during the kiss.

Chrysalis raised an eyebrow. “I would say that was 'crafty', but cheesy is more like it.”

Mrs. Cake did not have an opportunity to comment on that skill. She was moaning loudly, when Joe started sucking on her clitoris. His head came up with a grin. “Looks like you're ready. Mind if I dip my corn dog into your honey pot?”

“Go for it,” Cup Cake encourage him. The unicorn stood up and pulled down his pants in one fell swoop. He picked up her legs and thrust into her with his massive stallionhood.

“No fair,” Crafty complained. “I was supposed to get first dibs today.”

“No need to go hungry,” Mrs. Cake said, pressing her breasts together and rubbing the cream all over her coat. “You can have a sandwich for an appetizer.”

Chrysalis groaned. Why did ponies have this strange fascination with puns? All the food metaphors gave her a headache, not to mention making her hungry. Looking around, she spotted the popcorn machine. With a shrug she filled herself a bag and began to munch absentmindedly on the snack, while keeping her eyes on the trio.

In a pretty amazing display the pegasus had removed his pants in mid-air, landed on the mare's stomach and pressed his hard member between her boobs. “Bon appetite,” he grunted and began to grind his hips.

Despite being rocked by the two stallions' thrusting motions, Mrs. Cake managed to stick out her tongue and let it flick across Crafty's tip every now and then. Whether she did it to increase the pleasure for him or to get some of the whipped cream or possibly both, remained her secret.

Either way it seemed to excite the pegasus. Each time tongue and cock connected, he shuddered slightly and in response pinched her nipples. That in turn made the mare tense up and clamp down even harder on Joe's member, who grunted in return. It was a rather interesting chain reaction to watch for Chrysalis.

“Oh, buck!” Crafty moaned, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. “Feels like your tits have gotten even bigger, since you gave birth to the twins.”

Cup Cake giggled. “They have and if you keep playing with them every day, they'll stay that way.”

“It's unbelievable that Carrot hasn't caught on to us yet,” Joe panted. “I mean, great-grandfather a unicorn and second cousin twice removed or whatever a pegasus? How stupid can you be?”

“Oh, come now. He's just keeping up appearances, because he enjoys being a father, even if they aren't his.” Cup Cake looked away. Was this guilt in her voice? “And he's a good father. If he ever does work up the courage to confront me about it, would you mind if I invited him to join us sometime?”

“Doesn't matter to me,” Crafty said. He slid forward a few inches, taking her head in both his hands and pushed himself into her mouth, where he continued his bucking. “You've proven in the past that you can handle more than one hole being filled at a time.”

“Exactly,” Joe agreed. To prove his point, he pulled out, raised Cup Cake's hips a little further and buried himself in her ass with a groan.

Chrysalis cocked her head as the buck fest on the other side of the wall continued with slightly different aim. “Somehow I doubt that honey makes such a great lubricant.” Speaking of honey, without realizing it she had emptied the whole bag of popcorn. She got herself a refill and took a few more slurps from her milkshake, then turned her attention back to the three ponies.

Cup Cake started getting into the blowjob, Crafty had seemingly forced on her. Her head was clearly going back and forth and from the corners of her mouth Chrysalis could see her tongue moving in a circular motion. “Looks like they've done this before,” the Queen mused.

It really was quite obvious. They were all perfectly synched. Three ponies going at it together for the first time, there was bound to be some awkwardness. But there was none of that here. Mrs. Cake's moans could be heard despite the large cock in her mouth and the glistening fluid from her sex was flowing freely, coating the spot where she and Joe were connected.

“If you're going for the back entrance,” Crafty asked over his shoulder, “mind if I take the front now?”

“Go for it.” With his magic the unicorn stallion lifted Cup Cake easily into the air and turned her around. His dick still buried in her ass, he was now holding her up by her legs.

Crafty licked his lips at the sight of the exposed mare. Unconsciously Chrysalis did the same, sharing the magnificent view. He took his stallionhood in one hand and aimed it straight at her. As he plunged into her, the mare screamed in ecstasy, both her holes now filled to the brim.

“Oy, keep it down,” the pegasus said. “What if there's customers outside?”

“I don't care!” Mrs. Cake said, her tongue lolling out to the side. “I love being filled with cocks. Let them hear it.”

“Don't worry, mate,” Joe said with a wink. Firing up his horn again, he levitated a crumpled pair of panties up from the floor and put them in Cup Cake's mouth. “There,” he said, kissing her neck. “Now you can scream all you want. Go wild, honey.”

They both started moving in perfect unison and the improvised gag kept the mare's cries of ecstasy muffled as she slung her arms around the pegasus' neck. Crafty took hold of her legs and began sucking on her nipples.

Not having to bear the whole load anymore, Joe swung his arm and brought it down on her flank hard. Mrs. Cake arched her back with each slap. Was she perhaps a masochist, Chrysalis wondered.

Crafty took her chin between to fingers and grinned at her. “Look at you. Bucking two stallions in the shop while your husband is away with the kids and the part-timer is just next door.”

“I think she likes it that way,” Joe grunted. He was obviously getting close.

“Oh, I know she likes it, judging by how she's getting tighter around my cock. Let's go crazy inside of her.”

The unicorn nodded. “Shaken and stirred, coming right up.”

Chrysalis rolled her eyes. Again with puns! Bad wordplay aside, the two stallions really did go crazy, speeding up their thrusts to the point where she was amazed that they kept their precarious balance. Mrs. Cake's screams of pleasure could clearly be heard even on the sales floor. The only thing that was even louder was the wet slapping noise their private parts made, when they came together.

Chrysalis gulped. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene. Finally Mrs. Cake arched her back and cried through the fabric, shuddering in an intense orgasm.

“Whoops, almost came myself,” Crafty muttered as the two stallions gently lowered her to the floor. “Even Carrot can't be dense enough not to catch on, if another pegasus foal suddenly joined the family.”

Joe removed the panties from Cup Cake's mouth and kissed her, then he stood up straight and wiggled his still hard member in front of her face. Chrysalis knew what would be coming next. “Time to put the icing on the cake.”

Even though she had anticipated it, Chrysalis could feel herself slightly dying inside. The duo of grinning stallions obviously thought it was rather clever as they high-fived each other. Mrs. Cake didn't comment. She simply took each in one hand and began jerking them off for the finale. Every now and then, she gave them a few licks, but it really wasn't necessary. They were both at breaking point.

With deep grunts they both unleashed their thick seed simultaneously. Mrs. Cake stuck out her tongue to try and catch some of it. The rest sprayed across her flushed cheeks and slowly dripped down onto her exposed breasts.

Joe chuckled lightly. “And what do we say after we're done eating?”

Mrs. Cake scooped up some of the cum with her finger and licked it off happily. She went on to lick the two cocks in front of her clean of the last few drops and then swallowed visibly. She looked up with a satisfied smile. “Thank you for the treat, it was very sweet!”

Chrysalis had seen enough and she couldn't stomach any more food puns, so she waved her magic peephole out of existence and turned toward the counter. The three of them would probably need some time to clean up, so she had ample time to draft a letter addressed to the Changeling Senate.

Special Report #1

Through careful observations I have learned that in small-town pony society love does go through the proverbial stomach. This behaviour even takes precedence over existing relationships. In the future smearing a potential love interest with different kinds of food, mainly fruit and sweets, should be considered the first step towards initiating intimate contact. A cake to the face may prove most effective towards that purpose. Personally I have found a milkshake to the chest rather enlightening on several different levels of intelligence gathering.

I recommend that from now on all our agents should be equipped with a field-kit consisting of ripe cherries, whipped cream and assorted flavours of honey.

Using her magic, she sent the letter off to Seianor. “Time to move on,” she declared. As she was getting ready to leave, she happened to glance at the cash register. She shrugged, remembering Mrs. Cake's earlier remark about how she planned to get rid of her. “Don't let it be said that I made a liar out of you, Mrs. Cake.”

With a new disguise and a purse that was considerably more heavy than it had been in the morning, Queen Chrysalis left Sugarcube Corner and set her sights on her next target: Sweet Apple Acres.