Liquid Love

Chrysalis looks around her new room, making sure everything is clean; as clean as it could get, at least. The changelings had to relocate to a new hive after the conflict in Canterlot; eventually, they settled down here. A crummy, but deep cave in a clearing close to the center of the Everfree Forest. Letting out a soft sigh, Chrysalis turns over onto her stomach in her "bed." Of course, her bed is nothing but a pile of dirt, leaves, and moss. She can't complain; out of the entire hive, hers is the largest and the most comfortable.

The skittering of hooves toward her bedchamber awakens Chrysalis from her.. relaxation, making her sit up in her bed. One of her subjects stands in the doorway. She's female, and very cute; unlike most of Chysalis's changelings, this one doesn't have a lot of muscle and, instead, has a beautiful, mare-like figure. Much more like Chrysalis's than the usual changeling.

The changeling walks into the room, slowly. Despite her love and care for each of her changelings, they all still seem to fear Chrysalis for some reason. Perhaps it's because she has the power to kill them all off at once, but that shouldn't mean anything. It's not like she wants to or has any reason to.

Chrysalis speaks up, making the changeling jump into alertness. "What is it you need?" The changeling scuffles her hoof, nervously, and despite her black skin color, a blush is visible, appearing on her cheeks. "Um.. I have a report.. there are no threats nearby.."

Chrysalis nods. "That is good. Please, come here, young one. I do not like it when my beloved children fear me." She smiles tenderly, patting a spot next to her on the bed. The truth is, Chrysalis is starving for some love. Her entire race loves her, sure, but unless it is direct and in at least remotely close contact, she would feed more efficiently by licking crumbs off the ground of a pony settlement.

The changeling approaches Chrysalis's bed and climbs onto it, hesitantly, but still somewhat eagerly. Chrysalis puts her arms around the changeling, causing her to squeak adorably. "State your name, my dear.."

She responds, "Chitin.. my n-name is um.. Chitin.." Chrysalis can't help but smirk at the cute stuttering. She pulls Chitin closer and nuzzles her face, evoking another cute squeak from her.

"I like your name.. Chitin," Chrysalis says in a teasing, yet smooth voice. "I think you may serve my needs perfectly." Naturally, as her adoring subjects and children, the changelings are all ready to do anything for Chrysalis. But, despite that, she still feels a little bit guilty for what she's about to do to this changeling. Even knowing she's certain to like it, the principle alone is enough to make the average pony shudder.

Chrysalis reaches around Chitin and carefully pulls her face close to her own. The scent of her breath is sweet to Chitin, yet still toxic and dirty in its own way. Chrysalis pulls her into a deep kiss, yanking her at the same time, causing the two to fall on the bed with Chrysalis on bottom and Chitin on top.

Chitin closes her eyes and presses back into the kiss, loving the acidic, slightly bitter taste of her beloved queen. Unable to resist the temptation, she pushes her tongue into Chrysalis's mouth. It doesn't take long for their tongues to meet and play with each other. They both love the soft, warm, wet feeling of their tongues touching, their moist lips being forced together.

Chrysalis dominantly moves her tongue above Chitin's, forcing it down and giving Chitin an unadulterated taste of her saliva. Chitin shivers at it, rubbing her own tongue against the bottom of Chysalis's, desperately wanting more. Eventually, Chrysalis breaks the kiss, pulling away from Chitin. "I would like to have some fun with you," she purrs.

Unsure exactly how she should react, Chitin simply blushes and nods, wanting only to serve her queen and serve her well. Deep inside, deeper than the personality and the soul of a changeling, that is what they exist to do; within their deepest pits they all desire to serve their queen. It's simply part of their genes.

Chrysalis effortlessly rolls over with Chitin on her, switching their positions: Chrysalis on top and Chitin on bottom. She looks down, into Chitin's glowing, shy eyes. "Allow me to reward you, for your service to the hive."

Chitin hesitantly nods, putting her arms around Chrysalis once more. "Y-Yes, my queen.."

Chrysalis giggles softly. All of the changelings look the same to other ponies; it takes a changeling to see the beauty within each and every one of them. As the changeling queen, Chrysalis naturally has a "sixth sense" for detecting changeling beauty.

Without so much a breath of reluctance, Chrysalis crawls backward on the bed, until her face is directly in line with Chitin's crotch. She pushes her tongue out and flattens it against Chitin's tailhole, before slowly dragging it upward along her slit, all the way up to Chitin's clitoris.

Chitin's private mareparts are already soaking themselves due to the arousal. She reaches down and tentatively puts her hoof on the back of Chrysalis's head, hoping not to show too much dominance with the gesture. It's no secret to any changeling, or pony for that matter, that Chrysalis loves to be in control of any and all things she can. Despite that, though, Chrysalis doesn't seem to mind Chitin's reaching down and petting her mane.

Chrysalis wraps her lips around Chitin's stiffened clit, enjoying the salty, yet somehow minty taste of her glistening feminine juices. Chitin makes a slow attempt at closing her legs around Chrysalis's head, but Chrysalis reaches up and stops them, forcing them right back open; this evokes a weak, pained squeak from Chitin, as her legs are held even wider than they were before, and probably wider than what's safe for any creature's leg. Worried about either of her legs breaking, she raises her legs slightly to ease the tension on them; Chrysalis allows her to.

Chitin gasps and starts to moan loudly as Chrysalis beings roughly sucking on her clit, teasing it erratically with her tongue. Left, right, left, then quickly upwards; Chrysalis makes sure to make no predictable pattern with her movements, wanting every second of the reward to be a surprise to Chitin.

The moans from Chitin only increase in volume and intensity as Chrysalis continues her working of the clitoris. Finally, knowing Chitin is undoubtedly half of a breath away from a hard orgasm, Chrysalis moves her muzzle back down and licks at Chitin's vulva, swallowing most of the liquefied arousal, then thrusts her muzzle deep into Chitin's marepuss.

Chitin yelps loudly before squirting several splashes of sweet marecum in Chrysalis's face, most of the warm fluid dripping onto her muzzle. Chrysalis pulls out of Chitin's marehood, then uses her long tongue to lick as much of her muzzle clean as she can, loving the sweet, tangy taste of Chitin's fluids. The two lie motionless, not wanting to disrupt the sweet moment too quickly for fear of ruining the entire event.

After a while, though, Chrysalis gets her hooves under her body and stands. She looks down at Chitin with an expression that makes her uncomfortable. "You've received your reward.. it is now time for you to serve me once more." Chitin blushes darkly as Chrysalis readjusts her position, standing over Chitin with her shapely flank directly above her face. Chitin eyes the queen's beautiful mare-bits, significantly larger and more noticeable than that of most changelings or ponies due to the increased size of her body.

With a heavy sigh of what, to Chitin, sounds like relief, Chrysalis sits her plump rump down on Chitin's face, pressing the back of her head down into the dirt and leaves of the bed. Chitin begins to lick on and suck inside of Chrysalis's marehood, desperately and sloppily attempting to pleasure the queen that gave her life. Chrysalis shakes her head. "I don't think you're going to succeed that way, my darling." She gives an almost cruel chuckle, then raises her flank slightly, giving Chitin a small amount of space to move her head.

Chitin moves her head upwards, only enough to relieve some of her discomfort. She speaks in her soft, shy voice. "What are you doing, your highness..?"

Chrysalis thinks of the best way to respond, resulting in only a shrug; actions speak louder than words. Chrysalis begins to forcefully shoot urine downwards from between her legs, directly into Chitin's face. Having not expected the sudden rush of piss, Chitin gasps, choking on it and coughing some up. Chrysalis doesn't relent, though, her stream staying strong and not moving from the poor changeling's muzzle. Despite the obvious discomfort of the situation, Chrysalis knows that Chitin enjoys it; changelings live to serve her, and she has yet to meet a changeling who wasn't more than happy to receive this kind of treatment.

Finally, after coughing up about a liter of Chrysalis's liquid waste, Chitin opens her mouth around the queen's urethra and drinks directly from the source of the stream. She allows the steamy piss to fill her mouth often before swallowing, repeating the process frequently. The taste is far more bitter than anything Chitin has tasted before, but she desires only to serve Chrysalis.

Spreading her legs a little, Chrysalis giggles softly as after several minutes, the stream still does not let up. Chitin feels rather full now and wonders exactly how much longer her queen can possibly continue the oral defiling. She has, by now, given up on tasting every last drop of it and is resorting to simply allowing the stream to flow from her queen's exit directly to her entry, no longer filling her mouth- a direct, unstopped transfer of fluids.

Still more minutes pass, and Chitin thinks her stomach may burst if it receives another drop of urine. Fortunately, Chrysalis now feels that her tank is almost empty and stands. She moves her flank around, still peeing, taking a few steps to ensure that Chitin is soaked head to tail in her golden shower, then spreads her legs over Chitin's face once the flow stops. Chitin winces, hoping she doesn't get another mouthful of Chrysalis's urine.

Her fear is erased once Chrysalis gives her an order; "Clean me up, my dear. It is unbecoming of a queen to have a poorly wiped flank." Chitin sighs quietly in relief, firmly planting her tongue against Chrysalis's marehood and using it as the best toilet paper that any queen has ever deserved. She continues licking, and licking, and licking, swallowing every last drop of the traces of urine. She goes on until the taste on her tongue is ridden of her queen's sweet waste fluids.

Chrysalis turns her head and looks back at the smaller changeling. "Are you finished?" Chitin responds with a small nod, and Chrysalis stands up. She reaches her arms in front of her and lowers the front half of her body, stretching in a provocative pose above Chitin, who admires the sexy, long body of Chrysalis. Once she's done stretching, Chrysalis turns around and lies back down on top of Chitin. "You've been a good servant. I will allow you my bed for only this night." Chitin gives Chrysalis a happy gasp and puts her arms around her, cuddling into her chest with a tight hug.

The two cuddle together on the bed for another few hours; Chrysalis uses her magic to check the time, finding the sun has just risen outside. She gently pokes Chitin in the side. "I believe you have scavenging to-" To her surprise, though, Chitin is asleep, snoring softly under her.

Chrysalis smiles, closing her eyes and cuddling against the sleeping changeling, being careful not to awaken her. Her horn glows as she gives a quick order to the rest of the hive; Chitin's relieved of her duties. Chrysalis moves her muzzle to Chitin's ear and whispers in a seductive tone, "You'll be working 'directly under' me from now on.."