Chapter 2: Plot Development

“What the FUCK?!” the changeling queen screamed at the sight that lay before her.

“Oh, uhm… Hi, Chrysalis,” Luna stuttered incoherently. “I, uh… There… there is a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why my twenty-four-inch horn is all the way up my sister’s vagina. And why my entire body is covered in white. We were… thinking about counter attacks.”

Slowly, Luna slid her horn out of Celestia’s pussy, careful not to incite any further arousal from her sister which would increase the awkwardness of the situation.

Luck wasn’t on her side though, as a small gust blew past the two princesses now standing exposed in the area that was once covered by a tent.

“Hhhhrrrraaaaaaaaahhhhh!” Celestia’s sensitive lips reacted to the cool air immediately—too fast for her sister to take cover.

With her horn still halfway in, she was assaulted by a wave of marecum—a quantity only a horny ruler of a thousand-years-old nation could produce in such a situation. Luna had no time to react; Celestia squirted all over her face for what seemed to be no less than twenty seconds. The stream of water was split by Luna’s horn, which was still inside her sister, as she was too shocked to do anything.

After the torrential downpour had passed, Celestia collapsed to the ground. However, as she did so she pulled away from the remaining piece of magic wand that was her sister’s horn—too fast. She let out another intense moan followed by a repeat of squirting her sister right in the face.

At that, the sound of something that reminded Luna of glass bursting could be heard en masse. Luna slowly swiveled her head and ears to the source of the sounds. It was all around her, as she realized soon enough.

Changeling after changeling fell to the ground as its wings exploded. The princess could see the chitinous wings of the black creatures going stiff for a moment, causing all flying changelings to fall to the ground, before the wings inflated, and then they blew up.

Luna turned to the changeling queen. “Uhm, Chrysalis… I know this situation between me and my sister was rather… unpredicted. But could you please explain to me what is happening to your people?”

Chrysalis herself was still incredibly shocked from what she had witnessed moments ago. However, unlike her minions, her wings kept on buzzing perfectly fine after seeing the royal intercourse.

She snapped out of her trance after she realized that Luna had asked her something. She observed the display of mind-blown and at-loss-for-any-words changelings falling to the ground one after another.

Minutes passed—or at least that’s what Chrysalis felt, before she was ready to give an answer. “D-did you plan this?” she asked. Her voice carried a trace of sadness.

“Fucking my sister’s brains out? Yeah, I must admit, that was kind of my plan. Though I didn’t expect it to end like this.” She waited a few seconds for a response. When none came, she added, “You still haven’t told me what’s wrong with your changelings. Why are their wings… exploding?”

Chrysalis realized at that moment that her victory was lost. What is a changeling that can’t fly? Worthless. But what if all changelings couldn’t fly? She didn’t want to accept her defeat, but it was pointless to deny the truth. Her head fell and her eyes closed in failure, and she glided to the ground, coming to a halt before Luna. She didn’t say a word.

“Uhh, Chrysalis?” Luna asked.

“Wingboners,” Chrysalis bluntly replied without any hint of emotions.

Luna tried to understand, but failed and just blinked a few times. “What?”

“Wingboners. There is a reason why all changeling drones are male: they are allergic to arousal. Their tiny, thin wings can’t hold the pressure that fills their veins when they are exposed to sexually attractive pictures. If it’s too much, they explode.”

At that, Chrysalis finally lifted her head again, and looked the princess of the night straight in the eyes.

“You just transformed an entire army of changelings into a bunch of two-dimensional objects by hornfucking your sister. There’s no way I can feed an entire colony of this size all by myself. We are creatures of the sky, not the ground. There simply isn’t enough love down here.” She lowered her head again. “Congratulations. You win.” Chrysalis turned around and started walking off.

Celestia slowly got up, having recovered from her orgasm. “Ugh, what happened?” she asked, rubbing the spot where a tiny rock had connected with her head upon her collapse.

“We won,” Luna explained deadpanned. “All the changelings lost their wings by us having sex. They will all die because they can no longer hunt for love from the air.”

The sun goddess wanted to jump up joyfully at what she heard, claiming herself as the victor of a battle she’d thought she initially had lost. However, her sister had said something she still wasn’t sure she’d understood quite right. “Wait, what do you mean with ‘they will all die’?”.

“Exactly what it sounds like.”

This was bad. This was very bad. Ponykind may have been saved, but at what price? The genocide of an entire race that did nothing but try—albeit in questionable ways—to stay alive? No, this wasn’t a burden Celestia wanted to carry around for all eternity.

After thinking for a few seconds, her face brightened up as an idea struck her.

“Lulu, what we just did… was that… love?” Celestia asked.

“Huh?” Luna replied. “What do you mean, sister?”

“I mean, mindlessly stuffing two oversized horsecocks into you. Was that really mindless, or was it actual love?” Celestia looked into the eyes of her sister. “Was all you wanted to get laid for one last time before dying, or were you actually in love with me?”

Luna didn’t respond at first, unsure of what to say. Her sister has just asked her the one thing she never wanted to talk about: love. Not to mention love with her sister. But she knew denying the truth at such a moment wouldn’t help her situation in the least, so she gave in. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Tia, it was love.” She carefully took a step forward, not breaking eye contact. “It wasn’t just wanting to get fucked for one last time. I wanted to spend my last moments with my sister.” Another step. “I love you, Tia.”

Celestia caught on to the idea quickly, and she leapt in for the first kiss.

Luna was shocked for a short moment, but gave in, closed her eyes, and just enjoyed the intimate contact with her sister. It wasn’t a fight over the strongest tongue, it wasn’t even who had more better spelunking skills in another pony’s mouth. No, this was a kiss for no other reason than sending a message: I love you too, Lulu.

The two broke the kiss, and leaned their foreheads against each other’s, just embracing each other in this moment of royal revelation.

When the moment ended, both princesses couldn’t be happier: ponykind was saved, and they’d just given in to a crush that was probably several millennia old.

But that happiness didn’t last long. As they surveyed the scene around them, they were reminded of the imminent death of countless insectoids who had done nothing but what they were told.

Luna broke the silence. “Uhm, Tia, why exactly were you asking about that in the first place?”

“Oh, right, forgot about that.”

She leaned in to whisper to her sister, making sure she was the only one to hear what she had to say.

“So, the changelings feed on love, right? The more they have, the faster they grow. But more importantly, lots of love means they can heal themselves.”

“You mean we should share our love so we can help our enemies? Why would we do that?” Luna asked confused.

“Simple. Right now this is nothing more than a stalemate. Chrysalis will return with a stronger army in a few years, and I’m sure by then she will have learned a thing or two about wingboners. What if our two species can finally lay aside our differences and share what we have in common: love?”

“I can see where you’re coming from, Tia, but I’m not sure how you intend to do that.”

Celestia’s smugged. “Well… remember the ‘two bazookas’ from earlier?”

Chrysalis kept on walking through the body-filled ground. Whether it was a pony corpse or a wingless changeling that had lost conscious after falling out of the sky, she treated both as dead equally.

She could save her changelings with enough love, but a miracle had to happen for that to be possible.

“Qu-queen… th-there…” a weak changeling tried to call out to her, but Chrysalis was too deep in her mind to pay him any heed. “F-four—”

The changeling queen angrily stomped on his head, ending his miserable life before he could finish his warning.

“Shut. Up.”

If only she hadn’t been so stubborn and let that drone finish talking.

Just a few moments ago, two princesses—mighty and regal—emerged from the horizon, flying over the battleground in the direction of the changeling queen.

“White Sun, this is Moon Falcon. Target has been located. Requesting permission to attack. Over,” Luna said while holding a hoof to her mouth to imitate a Wonderbolt’s radio communication.

“Moon Falcon, this is White Sun. Permission for attack has been granted. Fire at will. Over,” her sister joined her in.

“Roger. Over and out.”

With that, Luna separated from her sister and glided down towards the unsuspecting black object slowly walking away from them.

“ASSAULT AND ATTACK!” Luna shouted at her target.

“Huh?” was Chrysalis quick response. Then, events from earlier repeated itself.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgh!” Chrysalis screamed at the sudden violation. The two most-prized of many holes in the changeling queen were filled from top to bottom with meat. Fleshy, wet meat, something no changeling the world would have.

“Did you really think you could just walk off like that, Chryssi?” said Celestia as she landed in front of Chrysalis, making sure the queen could see every detail of the two schlongs hanging below her tummy, ready to do whatever their mistress told them.

“Wh-wh-wha…” the changeling queen tried to ask, but the shock from the unexpected stuffing still hung over her, but she had no way of assembling anything coherent sounding.

“Let her go, Lulu,” Celestia ordered her sister, who obliged and slowly moved her own pair of destructive devices out.

Once she was done, Luna stepped beside her sister, looking at what she had just been in seconds ago; a miserable pile of chitin, but for some reason Chrysalis was still able to blush through that hard and exoskeleton.

“So,” Celestia started, “we have been thinking. You may be our enemy, but this—” she motioned to the wingless changelings around them, “—is inexcusable. So we’ve come to make an offer.”

“What offer?” Chrysalis asked hesitantly.

“A Peace Agreement. You will promise not to attack us ponies anymore. In return we will give you enough love to heal your people, as well as enough for it to survive for a few dozen years.”

“And how do you intend to do that?”

Celestia motioned downwards.

“Oh.”

A few minutes passed without anypony saying something. Eventually, Celestia broke the silence. “So, do you agree?” she asked.

“Do I have any alternatives?”

“We could fuck you to death, until you are only a pile of black and red mush. However, I don’t think that would make either party happy,” Luna explained calmly.

Chrysalis gulped, but she knew there was no way to get out of this situation other than giving in to the two-by-two “Peace Agreement” that stood before her.

“Fire at will.”

Author's Note

1000 views and 100 favorites practically over night—easily my most viewed story yet. I don't feel like I deserved any of that praise for this terrible story, but as long as there are some people out there who enjoyed my work it wasn't completely done in vain.

I wanted to end the story on this chapter, but I didn't feel motivated enough to write the whole thing yet, so the wrap up will be in the next one (hopefully). And since this chapter wasn't very cloppy, said next one will start off with exactly that.

Final note: Should you find any mistakes, don't blame my editor, blame me. I pushed him to rush his editing.