Author's Note

BACK FOR MORE! Much more serious with the tone oddly, a lot heavier with the story, but still all kinds of weirdness :3 (Tags include incest? No yeah, it ended up that way again... Eggseggseggs, some serious transformations(will add more to the tf later....losing my mind now, transgender, brainwashing?, and just a tiny bit of blood. . . I'm including stuff on my personal list this time around, so it should get juicy. Hope you all like it!

Probably riddled with typos, will do major editing tomorrow if necessary

What's one more pony?

In between the time, looking and searching for her next venture, it's always good to go back to some old school fun. Perhaps a prank or two on some witless lovebirds or. . . just some good old fashion playing hard to get; free love is the best kind. Scanning the fields and enjoying the cool breeze, the first warm day of summer. Nothing about the late afternoon was amiss, lovers relaxing in the park, the trees flowing gently with the wind and changlings prowling for quick friends, or perhaps one-night stands.

Hiding as a tall, lean stallion, jet black mane flat against her head and slicked back against her neck cropped tight against her hornless head, tail tied tight and cut short. Rather formal for her, but she felt like mixing it up a little. Plus she didn't need to change up her extra "tool" down below, less effort for her to disguise and an interesting conversation started when she gets to the bedroom, and of course she gets to the bedroom, years of work and effort have kept her skill in the art of love strong.

"Goodness. . .It's getting very late." She. . . or rather "he", said under his breath.

"Very late for old stallions." Quipped a sudden voice.

Chrysalis shook his head out the day dream and looked to his right, an earth mare of tall stature and short mane, fetlock fur a tad long and face speaking of hard work, or deceit. A clever girl. . .

"I look old?" He smirked, looking back out at the park.

"Old, but interesting. Old and bitter looking." She jabbed.

Chrysalis let a smirk cross his face and shifted around in his seat.

"Well aren't you a fireball. What's your name, anyway?"

The mare laughed and looked over at the stallion, eyes like a viper with their cutting edge and dark blue glow. Something about their gaze made even Chrysalis falter. . . only slightly, however.

"My name is Ember. "

Laughing a little, he turned his gaze back to the park just in time to see a changeling catch her fish and run off to the forest with him, a smile coming to his face out of reflex, and just a smidgen of pride.

"Nightly lovers are entertaining, aren't they?" She added.

"Well you see, I like to look at them; they remind me of when I was young."

Ember let out a small laugh and stood up to her hooves, letting her wings shake a little to flatten the feathers out.

"You know who you remind me of?" she started, Chrysalis turning his head and raising a brow. "My father; and he was a very intense stallion. Always thinking about the past and forgetting the future." She ended with a slightly bitter tone.

Easy Chrissy. . . This just got a little complicated.

Walking around, behind the stallion, she sat once again to his left, much closer than before.

"And you have this air about you. . . Very different from him. Mature; old, but far from feeble." She said with a wistful edge.

"And you have a dangerous air. . ." Chrysalis retorted, flashing another confident smirk.

"Well, you are playing with fire, are you not?" she countered, hiding her inner glee.

Chrysalis thought in silence for a moment, admiring the mare's cunning. This Ember was giving a little background, keeping the conversation on a path she dictates; even trying to sway his heart by giving away a little emotion. This meeting belongs to her, and it's hard not to admire the craft. . . Now it was time to test the water. . .

"A bit bold to approach a lonely stallion. I could be a murder, or psychopath. Who knows, I might even be just a boring old mule; or worse, married. . ." he baited.

Ember seemed to have an answer, but she stopped and looked out to the park this time, the tongue in her jaw working out her thoughts until a spark in her eyes told her everything.

"So you're married?"

Chrysalis bit his tongue for a moment to hide the grin, trying to keep his composure.

"A mare who knows what she wants. . . I like that." He mused, getting a red flare out of the mare's face and an angry pout.

"Cleaver. . .for a dusty stallion." She said as her best retort.

"My dear, I think you'd find that I am full of surprises." Chrysalis ended, finally standing tall and turning to depart. "Follow me, Mrs. Ember."

The mare stood up and followed, not with haste in her step, but he knew it was all for appearance, to which he admired even more. This mystery mare was seeping with potential, but not as just a changeling. . .no, this one was special, different. Chrysalis could feel her emotions, faint, guarded closely; she held a deep reservation for her father, but she took after her mother much more. . .

The gait in her trot, the subtle flashes of a smile to passers by, reserved but hidden behind a mask; but most of all, was that she took pleasure in watching a changeling snatch a pony to the Everfree, and somehow. . .she could see through the disguise. Chrysalis was safe, her disguises are always flawless, but that mare knew very well what was happening, but why not try and stop it? They walked the Ponyville streets in silence while Chrysalis thought, trying to answer the riddle of Ember. . .

Yes, it was not uncommon to find ponies that guarded their hearts, even some that receive training to magically barrier their emotions from changelings as to walk among them.

Those poor dears are so fun to catch. . .

But this was almost natural, like a set of thorns that keeps him from feeding on her passive emotion.

"How far is your place?" Ember suddenly picked up.

"A bit outside Ponyville."

True, breaking in a house she did not own was an actual crime that might get a little too much attention. Yet, the risk is worth the reward if it is what she was guessing at. None of her spys could know how long Ember had been living in Ponyville; and perhaps there wasn't a failing in their missed step.

Ouf!

Ember had suddenly bashed him in the muzzle with her swooping tail, out a few feet in front of him and turning around to trot backwards, a grin on her face and devilish look in her eye.

"I'm getting sick of running in circles, old stallion. . ."

Chrysalis grinned and took one last turn, the trees had gotten thicker while he was thinking, deeper into the outskirts of the Everfree.

"Here we are." He said, keeping his tone low.

A large house covered in foliage and vines, windows somehow pearly clean and garden maintained with expert levels of care.

"A chicken house? Are you some kind of farmer?" She asked, a bitter tone seeping into her voice.

Chrysalis had to think on his hooves for a moment; after all, he didn't actually expect to take somepony home. . . well. . . to somepony else's home. Though, he more considered it small doses of payback for the Canterlot incident when he borrowed somepony's home.

Chrysalis lifted the door slightly with an application of magic, keeping it hidden so it would look proper.

"Care to come in?" Shoving the door once it lifts off its locking latch.

It swung open and the cozy interior invited the mare in faster than he could say 'make yourself at home.'

Ember stepped in quickly and took a good look at the home, looking a little confused at all the bright colors and soft floral decor all around the living room.

"Now who lives here? And why are you lofting around enough to have it unlocked?"

The door shut and the lock latched back in place; a green glow coming from it and bring the grin on the mare's face to a confused leer.

"Now what are you doing. . ?"

"My name is- "

Play to the crowd, Chrissy. . .

"King Chrysalis. Really now, I go by a few gender definitions, but I like to keep it current." He said, taking a slow step, the mare stepping back only once, letting him get closer. "And I know you a lot better than you know yourself, Ember. . ."

"I- . . .I have no idea-" She started, cut off by Chrysalis again.

Now circling her slowly, the room lighting up with green flame replacing the orange from the candles; all of the lamps dimming down and the green glow in his eyes showing brightly.

"Come now, you felt it. . . just like you could see my children. You have a gift, little one. Gift of sight. Sight granted by your mother."

Ember quickly ducked around Chrysalis, going for the door as fast as she could.

"I wouldn't. They watch these woods at night, you'd be found and your time taken even further. You came here for a reason; you felt the need to be close, yes?"

The mare stopped just before the door and flushed red, ears falling to the side and tips burning crimson. Plain as day, her tail twitched once and a small duck of the head was all it took to tell him what he needed to know.

"Now turn around." She said, letting the authority seep into her tone.

Ember stood perfectly still for a few moments, the moment getting all the sweeter as she stalls, and finally she sighs, turning her head and getting redder by the second.

"Good; now, I'm going to help you." He took another step, closing the gap between them once again, the bulky chest, ripe with false muscle a few inches from her and forcing her to look up, or risk losing her composure. The green in his eyes caught her the moment she locked with them, her breath caught in her chest and the silence dripping with tension. "I'm going to show you what real love is." He finished with a dark grin.

"T- . . . True. . .Love?" She asked, which made him laugh softly.

"No, but something very close. . ." Chrysalis leaned his neck down to whisper. "Now, do as your king orders and lie down on the couch. . .Now."

Ember couldn't stop the whine that escaped her throat, tail flicking again and another hesitation.

"Now." He affirmed.

Ember ducked her head down again and stepped around him, slinking to the sofa slowly. The thorns around her emotions were burning away, showing her fears, her anger, envy, happiness, and all her love. Reluctant as she might seem, this mare was living her life fantasy; a mysterious stallion that knows everything about her before she even knows his name; and with the authority to keep her fiery spirit tamed.

Chrysalis followed her closely, watching her every move, and making sure she knew her king watched over her. Ember took one step on the couch, the worn fabric comforting until a heavy hoof shoves her the rest of the way and rolls her on her back, ending with a heavy pin that keeps her squirming.

"So naive. . . I can only show you, young one." He chided, climbing on top of her and grinning down.

This stupid sofa looked bigger from the window. . .

While a small detail, he would just have to take care not to slip; after all, the mood is so hard to fix if it got broken. . .

Ember was ever so quietly panting under him, her heart beating out of her chest and face still stuck red.

"Shh. . .I want you to enjoy this, just as much as I will. . ."

The mare couldn't help but recoil when he leaned his head down, breathing heavy on her neck, fangs just inches from her soft fur and pristine skin. The mare's heart was pounding now, her legs squirming in place and mane already a mess; the low green reflected off the shining sliva that rolled off his sharp fangs gave her a sharp shiver when it hit her neck. Closer and closer by the moment, his hoof letting the pressure on her chest go as she accepted her fate. . .

"N- "

Chrysalis stopped her with swift action; with fangs sinking into her neck, the warmth of crimson blood hit his tongue, causing the mare to wrap her hooves around his back and let out a sharp gasp and the low sounds of gulping seemed to echo in her ears. A guilty pleasure, really; he needed to be absolutely sure of her origin, and the only way was to do that. . .was to feed. A bit more of the barbaric way of draining a subject of love, inefficient even, the throbbing stiffness that grew between his legs was all the answer she needed to her spinning questions.

"Ki- . . . Chrysalis. . ." She whined out, ending with a heavy, and drained moan.

Red dripped down her neck for just a moment before he let go, leaving two holes in her neck and feeling cold to the touch. Leaning back up and wearing a red soaked grin.

"You may call me, mother. . ."

The mare managed yet another look of confusion. . . replaced quickly with. . .

Pain. . . wait. . .there's the pleasure! Oh. . . goodness, there's love, red hot love. . .

Chrysalis was buried to the root in the warmth nethers of his newest lover. The green cock giving gentle pulses inside and a deep green glow filling Ember's eyes. The mare suddenly found her breath once again, letting out short gasps and letting her eyes shut tight; she couldn't stop the long moan as she melted into the cushion under her and tilted her head back.

"Let it out, sweetheart. . ." He goaded.

Ember was panting for a few moments, her soft, warm walls clenching around him so lovingly, it was hard to resist treating her like the common one night stands he had; but the way her mane looked disheveled, the soft moans of agonizing pleasure and pain.

Chrysalis bit his lower lip and started slowly grinding, using just a tad bit of his magic to alter himself; a few more bumps and curves to his tool. Ember didn't seem to mind it one bit, she found the strength to throw her hooves around his waist and push herself further, letting just that extra inch inside herself while letting out a deeply enjoyable moan; and with her eyes half lidded and rolled up, Chrysalis could only oblige his lovers wish. . .

Wet sounds started to resonate though the small cottage, the dark gasps of the king and moans of his subject started to carry well thought the house and outside, but now he was only focused on one thing. Pulling out far, he smiled widely when his medial ring passed though her velvety lips, causing her to spasm quickly before he plunged back in, getting the sweetest ~Shlick!~ sound to lead her cry of pleasure. Keeping up the pace, Chrysalis found his heart racing faster and faster, the veins on his stallion pole starting to bulk and a feeling in his stomach he knew all too well. . .

"W-we must. . .Nnnhh. . .Slow down." He tried to protest.

Suddenly thrown upwards, he found the mare bucking him in the gullet and throwing him on his back, his head bashing into the arm of the sofa and sending the room spinning. Yet without missing a step, bearing bright yellow eyes, Ember climbed on top of him and let her gaped slit drip and ooze the pre he had spilled inside of her to fall onto his bright green cock.

"I have a better idea. . ." She said, a predatory tone in her voice. . .

I didn't drain her enough. . .I should have-

Thoughts cut off by the sudden hoof on his chest, he shoock his head to send off the stars in his vision to find Ember much closer than he thought; sitting on his chest, with that dripping slit mashing into his maw and filling it with the salty taste of himself.

"Mhhhf!!?" He cried out.

Ember on moaned at his struggle and ignored him; or so it seemed. That tail of hers was finding itself hovering over his stallionhood, the bristles teasing his flare and making him wince when he tries to buck his hips into some form of pleasure.

"No. . ." She chided. "First!"

Chrysalis groaned loudly, making her bite her lip and shudder. Resigning, he knew what his body wanted, and even the king can be a slave to his emotions. Extending a long forked tongue, he worms his muzzle around inside of his lover and slides the slick appandage into place, getting a low moan in return, he keeps on the trail, getting deeper and deeper until his tongue pressed at a stopping point, a small grin coming to his face as he forced his tongue through her cervix and caused her to buckle over, letting out a quick series of spasmodic moans and whines, breathing heavily and patting his head.

"O-okay, yo- Nhua! S-stop! I- " Lost in heavy moans and gasps, Chrysalis kept at it for only moments longer until a flood of deliciously fertile girl cum flowed like a river.

'I can't!" She shouted, right as he pulled his tongue free and gave her button the smallest bite, sending her body tense for a moment, then falling limp on top of him. Letting him whisper in her ear.

"My turn. . ."

Ember tired again to get away, only to roll off the sofa and onto the hard wood floor and speared by the monstrously thick cock of her king, the breeding instincts taking over once again and her body starting to tighten up as the thrusts come faster and faster. By now, the whole forest could hear them, no shame being taken by the wet slaps, the moans, groans, whines or whimpers. Chrysalis knew what came next, he watched her fur burn slowly under a yellow fire and tough chitin take its place.

"T-too much!" She shouted.

Chrysalis did not respond, the sofa was soaked in his princess's juices, and he intended to get the floor more than messy. . .

With a few good thrust, he forced his magic into her at her most vulnerable, breaking away all barriers, and feeling his head swim when the eggs roll from his stomach and into his shaft. . .

"What is- Ah!" She cried out.

Two eggs, three, her eyes stilted like a changelings and her fangs started to show, no holes formed yet. . .but they would. Ember's stomach grew and grew as he poured cum and eggs into her; the poor mare's eyes rolled back and in seconds, with eggs laden in her belly, she passed out. . .

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Epilogue

Ember woke up some time later, deep in the Everfree inside a small cave. The sun had shone out n the forest and sent its more dangerous inhabitants back to their underground. It had been more than a month since she found out who her mother was. . .and why she was never welcome in her own home. Ember hated her father, but now. . .Now she had a loving mother to watch out for her as she grows up.

"Princess. We should get going."

Ember's eyes snapped to a changeling, yellow eyes and small body, he was not an adult yet, but it was only her first brood. . .One of many she hoped.

Getting up from her mound of hay, she trotted to her son, looking around at the other sleeping children and admiring her first born.

"We camp her for the day, no need to over work ourselves. . ."

The changeling looked at her slightly confused, but he cracked a smile and nodded. . .

Ember knew she would raise a hive properly, the way she wished she was raised, watching all the other foals having so much fun. . .but she knew what her mother wanted of her; she knew why she was abandoned to the world of ponies. Ember hated every single one of them for shunning her; and she knew, she would follow in her mother's hoofsteps. . .

I can't wait till next Easter. . .