Nervousness. Shame. Excitement. Fear.

All of these things and more I felt swell within me as I walked deeper into the greenlit cave of Chrysalis’ Love Hotel. The way the light glowed along the walls was very pretty to look at, I had to admit, but the realization of where I was and what I was going to do kept me focused on moving forward through the cave.

In my mouth I clutched my travel bag, consisting mostly of toiletries and sex toys (some of which had seen recent use from me), along with something I needed in order to be serviced by Queen Chrysalis’ changelings.

As I reached a point in the cave where the green substance coating the walls seemed to shine extra brightly my ears twitched in response to something up ahead. Stopping for a moment in surprise, I quickly recomposed myself and continued onwards. The sound became louder and clearer as I continued walking, until eventually I realized exactly what it was and practically blushed in response.

It was moaning. Low, guttural moans that echoed throughout the cave and sent chills of excitement down my spine, to which I was thankful nopony else was around to see me.

Well, at least I know for sure I’m in the right place.

Summoning up my deepest reservoirs of strength, I continued trudging onwards with no intention of turning back, the moans of sexual activity getting louder as I did so. Eventually I reached the hotel’s waiting room where I found Queen Chrysalis sitting at the front desk with a bored expression on her face.

It felt so surreal seeing Equestria’s number one public enemy in such a positive light. The stories I’d heard about the Royal Wedding always made her out to be a conniving witch with a heart of pure black. Seeing her just casually sitting at a desk waiting for another customer like a business pony very much went against that notion, and it helped me to realize she was a three-dimensional person like everyone else.

Eventually she noticed me standing in the entranceway and greeted with, “Well, hello there miss.”

I smiled wryly and replied with, “H-h-hello Chry-Chrysalis.” I mentally cursed myself for stammering and continued after regaining my composure. “My na-”

“Let me level a couple of things with you,” she cut me off. With a single flap of her wings she flew over the desk and landed by my side, to which I almost squeaked and bolted back through the cave in fright.

“First of all,” she continued, “there’s to be no mentioning your own name within this cave to me or my changelings.” She gave me a stern, yet caring smile. “Here, you’re not the pony you are back in Equestria. You aren’t a hopeless romantic seeking a soulmate, nor are you an infatuated pony whose crush was stolen from you; you’re our guest, and as hosts it’s our job to make you comfortable. Understood?”

I nodded in reply.

“Second of all,” she continued still, “you’re also not to mention the name of whoever stole your crush from you.” Here her smile turned a bit more coy. “Let’s just say this rule is more for their sake than for yours.”

I could only tilt my head in confusion at that before realization struck and I shot my eyes wide open. Chrysalis turned around and trotted back over to the desk. “Now then,” she said, “let’s get you all set up, shall we?”

Still shocked to the core over what she’d just implied, I followed after her with my bag in tow.

“You’re very lucky,” Chrysalis said as I approached, “for we only have one vacant room at the moment.” She let out a soft giggle. “Business really has been booming.”

I smiled wryly in response, not verbally answering which let the continued sounds of sex emanate from the rooms crystal clear. Chrysalis briefed a thankful glance at the doors before turning back to me with a happy smile.

“Now then,” she continued, “I need a photo of your crush.”

I opened my bag and dug through vibrators, dildos, and various other objects of self-pleasing purpose before fishing out a photograph of my crush. Just the photograph alone was enough to get me aroused, and as I hoofed it to Chrysalis I felt my marehood grow wet with excitement.

Chrysalis stared down at the stallion in the picture and, after a moment of scrutiny, pursed her lips.

“I-Is something wrong, Ch-Chrysalis?” I stuttered.

The changeling queen continued staring at the photograph for a few moments before replying, “Wait one moment, please,” and retreated into the room behind her.

With a sigh, I slumped over and laid on the ground. As I waited my gaze wandered all over the waiting room, pouring over all the furniture it housed. I took note that it all looked to be made from chitin and carapace, which unnerved me a bit. My gaze eventually settled on my bag and, desperate for some relief, I reached inside and pulled out a long, red dildo.

“You’ll have to do for now . . .”

I paced nervously down the corridor while holding the mare’s photograph in my magic. Unlike the cave’s entrance this hallway was short and led to a dead end with one door on either side. I entered the room on the right where all of my available changelings were currently resting in their cubbies carved into the wall. Some chatted with each other, some stared bored at the ceiling, and the rest laid asleep.

All of them, however, instantly stood at attention upon noticing I’d entered the room, surely hoping to get picked to satisfy our latest patron. Unfortunately, the stallion in the photograph which I held in my magic was one who, while I recognized him as being related to one of the Elemental Bearers, wasn’t sure if any of my changelings were all too familiar with his mannerisms.

After taking a moment to clear my throat I proceeded to float the photograph around the room to each individual changeling, bopping the sleeping ones awake, asking if any of them knew enough about the pictured stallion to sufficiently act as him. Most of them simply shook their heads saying they didn’t while others said they knew his voice but little about how he actually behaved.

After asking every last one of my changelings without finding one intimately familiar with the stallion, I decided to just wing it and hope for the best. I instructed one of the more knowledgeable changelings to don the disguise and meet me in a few minutes by the front desk. The changeling saluted and I heard the sound of its magic emanate behind me while I retreated outside and made my way back to the front desk.

Note to self: Send swarm on a scouting mission in Equestria to research potential sex partners for clients in case of-wait, where’d she go?

I found no trace of the mare at the front desk. My initial panic was cut off, however, when I heard some intense moaning emanate from behind the desk. My head tilted in curiosity, I trotted around the desk.

“Oh . . . oh, yes, YES!”

“AHHH! AHHH! Yes *gasp* yes *gasp* YES!”

“AAAAAAHHHHHH! Ah! Ah. Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhhhh.”

“Couldn’t wait for your lover, could you?”

Lying on the waiting room’s floor, I opened my eyes to see Queen Chrysalis staring down at me, a look of pity on her features. Panting heavily, I stashed my dildo away in my bag and attempted to stand up, only for my legs to buckle to which I collapsed onto the floor.

Chrysalis tsked and used her magic to lift me up before placing me across her hard carapace. “Here, I’ll take you to your room,” she said. “Your lover will be with you shortly.”

I nodded weakly in understanding as she moved across the room to the last door on the right. Opening it, she quickly deposited me on the bed and left the room. I lay there for some time while my strength returned to me, all the while fantasizing about my crush.

Eventually my fantasies were cut short by the real deal when the door opened and a burly red stallion walked in, his mane orange and eyes green with a green apple half Cutie Mark.

“Big Macintosh?” I said softly, struggling to stifle a squeal of excitement.

The hunkalicious stallion looked worried for a moment as he shifted his gaze all around the room; everywhere but toward me.

He’s acting exactly as I always thought he would before we did it, I thought, clutching my hooves to my chest. Nervous as heck, just like me. We truly are meant for each other, not him and-

“Eeyup.” Big Mac’s sudden reply jolted me from my thoughts. I felt my face heat up upon hearing his voice; it was clearly the voice of a stallion so shy they didn’t talk much, and as a result it became much deeper and lower pitched over time.

“So, um . . .” I trailed off, scuffing my hoof across the floor, “should we . . . you know?” I gestured to the bed I was sitting on.

“Eeyup,” he replied with a nod and moved over to the bed, making a deep impression in it as he sat down and looked me in the eyes.

Having him that close to me caused a warm tingling to rise up in my chest and my heart to beat extra fast. I’d played out a plethora of scenarios in my head over the years about how sex with Big Macintosh would go, with varying levels of kinkyness to each one. This included all the classics, of course; bondage, pretend rape, nurse roleplay, doing it in the shower, etcetera. Heck, I even once had a sex fantasy where Big Macintosh was a pegasus and we did it in the air with me on top.

Now, however, I realized just how fantastic I was being with my expectations. Big Macintosh was more on the reserved side of things, especially when it came to sexual relations, which meant I shouldn’t expect more than a simple fucking from him.

It also meant I couldn’t expect him to take the initiative and get things rolling, since we’d sat on the bed in silence for a good five minutes without any advances from him onto me, and I was getting wetter by the minute to which I desperately needed some relief.

I let my eyes trail down to his shaft, and was surprised to see it was already unsheathed and fully erect. It was huge, more so than I expected it to be for a stallion of Big Macintosh’s size. My already wet pussy practically drowned in the torrent which resulted from seeing the throbbing meatstick, and my already hyperactive libido went into a frenzy as I resisted the urge to lunge down and swallow his penis whole.

I never was good at resisting temptation, however, and so I eventually did exactly that.

I could only imagine the look of shock turned pleasure on Big Macintosh’s face as I began furiously sucking on his love gun, intending to make it fire its whole load into my mouth. I felt Big Macintosh’s hooves grasp me around my head and pull me closer into his crotch, and the sighs of satisfaction I heard him utter above let me know I was doing a good job at pleasing him.

We stayed like that for several minutes, me continuously sucking and licking his shaft while he kept my head in place, allowing me a breath of air every so often. All the while I gave him my best blowjob I savored the taste of his meaty cock, making sure to coat every inch of it in my saliva.

Eventually I felt his dick twitch in my mouth, signalling the coming of his load. Nervously excited, I braced myself for the stream of his seed. Suddenly, Big Macintosh pushed my head off of his dick and onto the bed, surprising me. Looking up, I saw his body tense up. Looking down, I could see his shaft pulsating violently as the seed attempted to break through his attempt at blocking it.

Big Macintosh’s face twisted into an rectus of agony as he cock-blocked himself, his head slightly twitching with all the effort it took. The whole scene made him look constipated, and I found myself both concerned and frustrated for his apparent refusal to shoot me his load.

Once Big Macintosh’s expression settled and his agony dissipated, I softly asked, “Is everything alright?”

The big red stallion weakly nodded. “Eeyup.”

I breathed a small sigh of relief. I was then about to ask what went wrong when I suddenly found myself underneath Big Macintosh’s burly body, the red stallion giving me a furrowed gaze. Before I could make sense of what had just happened, he used his hooves to flip me over onto my barrel before proceeding to rest his body gently atop mine, pushing me a bit into the bed.

My jumbled mind quickly realized Big Mac’s intentions and I let loose a few tears of joy.

“Please do me,” I whispered. “Make me your mare.”

Big Macintosh said nothing in response. Instead, I felt his bulging cock push up against my pussy lips, to which I let out a small squeal of agony at having something even bigger than any of my dildos attempt to penetrate me. The agony escalated as Big Macintosh inched his rod further into me, and I had to clamp my teeth onto the bed covers to muffle my screams. That wasn’t to say I didn’t enjoy the feeling of having him inside me, of course. A little pain was worth it to finally get laid with my beloved.

Eventually I felt him bury fully into me, allowing my vagina a chance to stretch out to accommodate his cock’s massive size. The anticipation I felt made me so excited that I shouted, “Fuck me you wonderful stud muffin!” even though Big Macintosh was hardly a stud.

I felt his cock slowly back out of me, leaving an empty feeling in me that was soon cured by his first thrust. It came so quick and hard that I let out a small gasp of surprise before sighing in pleasure and laying my head on the pillows in front of me. He continued thrusting, gradually increasing his speed and intensity until the space between my vaginal walls was akin to a butter churner. I heard him grunting with exertion in synch with his thrusts, his tone making him sound almost like a feral animal.

Meanwhile, my sighs of pleasure turned into guttural moans as I relished in the feel of his dick inside me. Taking me. I had fantasized about it for such a long time, and to finally have my beloved steal my virginity brought a smile to my face accompanied by more joyful tears.

Eventually, I felt his cock twitch, once again signalling the coming of his load. I retained my smile knowing Big Macintosh wouldn’t deny me his seed again, sure now that he was just uninterested in servicing my mouth before.

I was right. With one final thrust, I felt his cock swell up and shoot its load into me, eliciting a loud gasp from me as his little macs filled me up. Upon finishing I proceeded to collapse onto the bed, Big Macintosh falling aside me, both of us panting heavily with our tongues hanging out.

After a few moments I turned my head to Big Mac, to which he returned my gaze, and gave him a soft smile. “That was incredible,” I whispered, completely sincere.

The red stallion smiled back. “Eeyup,” he replied.

I continued laying there happily satisfied, staring into his beautiful green eyes while they stared right back, glowing brightly . . .

Author's Note

This can only be kept a secret for so long before the powers that be find out . . .