Chapters It had been a long trip, and I had spent about fifty bits just to take the Friendship Express this far out before having to travel on hoof the rest of the way. Eventually I reached the border between the Badlands and Equestria, and from there I traveled East to my destination. It was an artificially-made cave in the side of a medium-sized rocky hill sitting right on the border. I could make out a faint green glow from inside.
That’s definitely the place, I thought.
Clutching my bag tighter in my mouth, I picked up the pace of my trot toward the cave. The green glow became clearer the closer I approached, and once I’d reached the cave’s mouth I finally learned where the glow was coming from. Looking inside I could see the cave’s walls were covered in a dark green substance that reminded me of holed-cheese or spiderwebs. I remembered that this was how Princess Celestia and the Elements of Harmony described the material used to cocoon ponies as looking.
At the thought of the Elements, I was overcome by tremendous sorrow over one in particular. Looking downcast for a moment, I set down and unzipped my bag before reaching my mouth in to retrieve something. As I would need said something very soon, I wasn’t wasting any time stopping to retrieve it now.
After a few moments of searching through various miscellaneous stuff (some of it too shameful to identify) I pulled out a photo of my longtime colthood crush.
Rainbow Dash.
The solo picture of Equestria’s #1 flyer had her in a pose that perfectly framed her sleek, well-toned, cyan-coated body against the blue sky background. The expression on her face attested to the brashness that she was known for, sometimes in a good way and sometimes in a not-so-good way. Personally, it never bothered me as I was always more interested in her appearance; specifically, her namesake rainbow mane and tail.
To me, Rainbow Dash exemplified the two traits I consider crucial for attractive mares: beauty and strength. Rainbows are inherently beautiful and only soulless monsters would say otherwise, and having both a mane and tail with said coloration had the cyan pegasus fulfilling the first requirement in my book. Also, by simple virtue of the fact that Rainbow Dash was an Elemental Bearer, could perform Sonic Rainbooms at will, and kicked a dragon in the face proved she had plenty of strength. The spiritual kind, that is, which is what I value most in a mare.
I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I looked upon my crush’s picture. I knew now that I’d never have her, now that she had another’s love. It had taken a while to come to terms with that fact, but it still pained me to think that the mare I’d loved for so long wouldn’t return that love, much less be my bride and wife.
With a heavy sigh, I clutched my bag in my mouth again along with the photo and began trotting further into the cave. The green substance that coated the walls seemed to get thicker the deeper in I went, which resulted in an increasingly brighter glow. After making a couple of turns I eventually reached what looked to be a waiting room of some sort. There were chitin-wrapped chairs carved from black carapace propped up against one side of the room and a large coffee table made of the same material set in the room’s center. An eye-level desk with an ordinary bell atop it was set on the opposite side, in front of a curtained doorway made of what appeared to be a thinner variant of the green glowing material back in the cave. A few other doors just like it lined the wall immediately next to the entrance I’d just arrived in.
Not knowing what else to do, I strode forward to the desk. Setting both my bag and the photo down next to me, I reached a hoof up to ring the bell once. I waited anxiously for what seemed like hours, but was really only a few moments before the curtain behind the desk opened to reveal Queen Chrysalis herself, a neutral expression on her face as she looked straight at me while coming up behind the desk.
“I take it you’re here for our services?” she inquired, her tone even and not at all indicative of whatever feelings she might’ve had for my presence.
“Y-yes Q-q-queen Chrysalis,” I stammered, sweat building on my brow as I stood in the presence of Equestria’s number one most wanted enemy. “M-my na-name is-”
“Up bup bup,” Chrysalis cut me off. I immediately ceased talking, not wanting to upset her. “Both your name and the name of whomever you lost your crush to aren’t important.” Her expression lifted into a soft smile, one that looked positively alien on her face but comforting nevertheless, to which I felt my nervousness from being in her presence dissipate. “Now, do you have the required photo of your taken beloved?”
I nodded and reached down to grab the photo in my mouth before showing it to her. Immediately, her face changed from a soft smile to a deadpan scowl, most likely in response to seeing exactly who it featured.
“I see, one of the Elements of Harmony.” Her horn flared to life and she levitated the photo out of my grasp and over to her. “Be right back.” She retreated back through the curtained doorway, reappearing a few minutes later with the photo which she returned to me.
“You’re lucky,” she said with a sly smile, “we just happened to have both an empty room and someling experienced with impersonating Miss Dash.” She pointed a hoof to the far right door of the row. “If you’ll wait in there, dear, your lover will be with you shortly.”
Nodding, I stuffed the photo back into my bag and approached the door. Stepping through the curtain, I found myself in a room hardly different from the rest of the cave. It was covered in the same green glowing substance as before, though it was dimmed down considerably compared to outside, possibly for heightened romance. Along the far side of the room from the door was a simple wooden bed with several fluffy white pillows.
I briefly wondered where Queen Chrysalis managed to procure such luxuries before shrugging and trotting over to the bed. After setting my bag down by the foot of the bed I climbed up onto it and laid my head down on one of the pillows. With nothing better to do, I let myself get lost in thought; specifically, about what I was going to do.
Wow, I’m really doing this. I’m actually going to get laid with Rainbow Dash, or at least, the next best thing, I suppose. Oh, why didn’t I announce my love for her before it was too late? I could’ve done it whenever I wanted, especially through the mail- no, better yet, I could’ve set up an entire fireworks display with the message “YOU ARE AWESOME, RAINBOW DASH. THAT’S WHY I LOVE YOU.” Yeah, that would’ve been the perfect love letter for her. Actually, it’s probably the only kind she wouldn’t gag at the sight of. Yeah, she’s too awesome for that mushy written stuff.
But . . . what if she didn’t reciprocate my feelings? What if she thought I was too lame to get hitched with? No, no, I’m not lame; I’m every bit as awesome as she is. At least, that’s what mom always said. What if she was just humoring me? No, she wouldn’t just say what I wanted to hear . . . would she?
The sound of a throat clearing snapped me from my mental crisis of self-confidence and I turned to the door, only for my jaw to drop in shock. There in the doorway, a saucy grin spread across her muzzle, was the rainbow-maned mare I loved with all my heart, whom I wanted to do it with on more occasions than could be counted and would finally get to do so at long last.
Or at least a close facsimile of her. Either way, I felt my face heat up and my shaft expand as my lover slowly approached the bed while seductively swaying her flanks back and forth. My eyes instinctually scanned every inch of the mare’s body, checking for imperfections in the changeling’s disguise.
There were none. Same rainbow mane. Same cyan coat. Same rainbow lightning Cutie Mark. Same sexy legs. Same shapely flanks. Yes, for all intents and purposes, I was staring at Rainbow Dash in the flesh right then and there.
“Well, aren’t you a curious one?” the disguised changeling intoned, having reached the bed. Her face was little more than a scant few inches from my own, and the bedroom eyes she was giving me made me tremble in both excitement and nervousness.
“Kinda cute, also,” she purred.
I suddenly became very aware of how close our lips were to each other; the disguised changeling was inching her face closer to my own. The feeling of adrenaline I now felt coursing through my veins was unlike all the times I’d fantasized about this moment in the past. It felt a hundred times better, more genuine even, despite the fact that this wasn’t really Rainbow Dash.
In spite of that fact, I still found myself hesitant to close the distance between our lips. I don’t know if it was because I was scared I’d break the moment by being stupid or if I was too self-aware of whom was really in front of me. Whatever the reason, I failed to connect the kiss, and the changeling frowned at me.
“Is something the matter?” she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
“No, no, nothing’s wrong.” I slumped my shoulders with a sigh. “I guess I’m not quite ready to go that far yet.”
Rainbow stared blankly at me for a few moments before re-adorning her bedroom eyes. “You know what I think?” she asked.
“What?” I replied, sounding pathetically depressed.
Before I knew what was happening, she had me pinned down upon the bed by my fore legs, staring into my eyes with a predator’s gaze that sent excited shivers down my spine.
“I think you need a little push to go that far,” she replied in a tone that was both sultry and threatening.
I felt slivers of sweat pour from my head and my cheeks grow hot enough to fry an egg. “W-w-well,” I stuttered, feeling vulnerable in more ways than one in my current position, “m-m-maybe a little help w-w-would be ni-AH!”
I only had a second to scream before Rainbow’s face swooped down to meet my own. She pressed her lips against mine and closed her eyes, giving me a deep, passionate kiss that I failed to return at first, being too shocked by its suddenness.
Eventually, however, I closed my eyes as well and mustered up the courage to return the kiss in kind. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths back and forth for what probably amounted to a few minutes before Rainbow broke her lips away. She panted with exertion, as did I a bit more lightly, letting the passionate flame in my bloodstream subside temporarily.
“You’re *gasp* a great *gasp* kisser,” Rainbow complimented between breaths. “Could’ve *gasp* fooled me *gasp* that you’re a *gasp* virgin.”
“Thanks, I guess,” I sheepishly replied, though after the kiss I felt my confidence rise a little bit.
Rainbow smiled, taking a moment for her breathing to normalize before speaking again. “Alright, let’s kick this up a notch.” She backed up a bit off of me and stared intently at my fully erect member for a moment before dipping her head down to it.
I felt my entire body tense up as she began closing her mouth around my shaft, which she must’ve sensed somehow because she immediately stopped and gave me the most prominent deadpan expression possible to conceive.
“Are you honestly that afraid?” she asked exasperatedly.
I shrunk back under her gaze, shying my eyes away from hers. “I’m not afraid,” I insisted. “Just nervously excited, is all.”
“Then just relax, dude,” she smirked, “and enjoy oral sexual bliss like you’ve never imagined.”
I watched as she resumed lowering her head down to my shaft, then opened her mouth wide so it engulfed my whole member, and finally closed her lips around it. A pang of pleasure coursed through my body as she wrapped her tongue around the head of my dick and began coating it with her saliva. My breathing increased in intensity as my body went from as stiff as a board to totally relaxed and I smiled in content as I let the gorgeous mare before me give me my first blowjob. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t the real Rainbow Dash anymore; her expert ministrations were enough of a distraction from that fact.
I was mildly surprised when she ceased blowing me before I could shoot my load, but I chalked it up to her just not wanting me to let my love juices go to waste. After taking a moment to wipe some saliva from her lips, she re-adorned her sultry smile and reached a hoof out to pull me up.
“Well, that was fun,” she remarked, and then splayed herself down onto the bed and turned around with her hind legs spread apart. She smiled seductively at me and gestured toward her marehood. “Now it’s your turn; eat me out reeeal good.”
I went wide-eyed in shock for a moment; I was also pretty sure my cheeks turned a sheepish shade of red at that time. “I beg your pardon?” I asked just barely loud enough for her to clearly hear me.
“You heard me,” she said, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “Put your tongue against my vagina and lick it like ice cream!”
My blush had to have deepened right then. I struggled to form a coherent response as my virgin mind worked overtime to process all the new sensations it was experiencing.
“Okay, sure,” I finally replied, so very weakly.
With quivering lips, I dipped my head down to Rainbow Dash’s marehood. I felt my entire body, but especially my more intimate regions, light ablaze with the power of a thousand suns as I inched my face closer to the slit of my dreams. I was so anxious to take it for myself, and yet at the same time I was afraid I’d royally screw up and leave my lover dissatisfied with my performance. It was enough to make me hesitate for a brief second, but I mustered every last reserve I had of courage and stuck my tongue out toward my prize, giving it a tentative lick. It tasted quite dry.
Rainbow Dash immediately let out a moan of pleasure. “Oooh, yeah,” she said, sighing in content, “keep at it, tiger.”
I stuck out my tongue again and gave her pussy another taste. It still tasted dry, but I knew it was my job to fix that. Rainbow Dash moaned in pleasure again and begged for more. I complied easily enough and began more eagerly sliding my tongue across and around her marehood, making sure to coat every square inch of it in my saliva. As I worked, her pussy continuously spilled its juices out which would collect on my tongue before dropping to the bedsheets. I didn’t bother swallowing it since I’d never been one for the more kinky aspects of sex. I was still going to fuck Rainbow Dash like there was no tomorrow, of course, but such was enough to satisfy me.
All while I worked, the cyan mare would continuously moan in pleasure while occasionally bucking her hind legs out in reflex. There were a few instances of this where she came close to hitting my shoulders, and while I knew Rainbow Dash wasn’t known for her hind leg strength, I was still positive she would’ve done severe damage to me had her bucks managed to connect with me. Nevertheless, I continued with my task undeterred, in stark contrast to my hesitant self previously. I suppose some of Rainbow’s resolve and eagerness was rubbing off on me.
Once I believed her marehood was wet well and good enough I ceased licking and brought my head up to meet her bedroom eyes which bore through me like two sharp, seductive spears.
“I think you know what comes next,” she purred, turning to lay down on her stomach.
I stared down at the marehood I always wanted to claim. Had my past self from about two weeks ago been told he’d get to fuck Rainbow Dash in the near future, he would’ve hung his head and walked sadly away, so sure that the mare of his dreams was now an impossible dream to obtain.
That dream was now a reality, and as I shook with nervous excitement while clutching the cyan mare around her barrel for support, I realized that I was such a foolish foal back then.
“C’mon, get on with it already!” Rainbow Dash practically shouted.
I needed no further prompting. My dick was fully stretched and itching to take the pussy presented in front of it. After taking a moment to fully harden my resolve and position my sexstick just right, I carefully inched forward and pressed it against Rainbow’s clit, which caused the rainbow mare to let out a soft moan of pleasure as her body quivered in response.
“That’s it,” she gasped, “keep going.”
I complied, pushing my dick in ever so gently so as to not risk causing her discomfort. I soon found out, however, that my lover’s vagina was much too tight for this to work, so I added more force to my entry. Slowly but surely, my train inched its way into Rainbow’s tunnel, and the further in it went the more intense and guttural her moans of pleasure became.
She wasn’t the only one feeling insane pleasure. The soft, tight walls of Rainbow’s vagina rubbed against my advancing dick sending waves of pleasure up and through to my brain, to which I could feel all my previous tenseness melt away in light of the new, wonderful feeling of satisfaction.
When I couldn’t advance any farther, I let Rainbow’s vagina adjust to my dick, all while relishing the experience of finally being inside the mare of my affection. Once I was sure all was set, I began slowly thrusting in and out of my desired pussy.
“That’s *gasp* it you *gasp* wonderful stud,” Rainbow said between exhausted breaths as I pistoned in and out of her. “Make me *gasp* yours *gasp*, all yours!”
I had every desire of doing so, and I increased the pacing of my thrusts to show my eagerness. Each thrust was accompanied by a grunt from me and a guttural moan of primal pleasure from Rainbow. Euphoric sensations shot through my body to my brain, clouding my mind with feelings of lust that completely outshone every one of my previous masturbation sessions with Rainbow’s picture. To experience the real deal was above and beyond anything I could’ve ever imagined, and as I felt my seed rising through my cock I knew, right then and there, that I could die a happy stallion.
“Yes yes YES!” Rainbow screeched. “GIVE IT TO ME!”
With one final thrust her vaginal walls clamped down on my stallionhood, which proceeded to shoot its load into her. Rainbow gripped the pillow in her mouth and bit down hard to muffle her screams. I let my dick empty its load before collapsing on top of her, to which her body flattened against the bed.
We both lay there, me on top of Rainbow, panting in exhaustion as the effects of our climax settled down. Though my energy was spent, I forced myself to roll off of Rainbow and onto the bed next to her. I glanced over to see her staring back at me with a warm smile.
“That was awesome,” she said. “You were awesome.”
“Really?” I asked, my voice coming out in a hushed whisper from my de-energized state. “As awesome as you?”
“For sure,” she affirmed with a nod.
Never in my life was I happier than at that moment.
Rainbow’s eyes glowed green. “Now for your bill . . .”
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 . . .
There are some days that I regret the decision to relocate to Canterlot following my sister’s banishment to the moon. The key reason behind that decision was to be closer to my subjects, both literally and figuratively, as well as make things easier for ponies requesting a Court session with me.
If only I had known back then just how stupid some of my little ponies could be at times, I would have taken steps to ensure said ponies were never granted an audience with me, if for no other reason than so I could spare myself the agony of listening to their incessant complaining and, at times, outright idiotic proposals. One such pony was currently ranting her disapproval over foreign comics to me, to which only the dignity of being a princess kept me from lifting the mare by her dress and chucking her out the nearest window.
“And that, dear princess, is the fourth of thirteen reasons why we should outlaw manga for its outright vulgar and shocking content which will undoubtedly corrupt our youth should they get their hoo-”
Thankfully, the mare’s idiotic tirade was halted when the throne room’s doors burst open and a guard came rushing in.
“Your highness! Your highness!” he shouted, panic clearly evident in his tone. “news from southern Equestria!”
“Um, excuse me?” the noblemare said to him. “We’re in the middle of Day Court and . . .” She trailed off as the effects of my sleeping spell took hold and she fell to the floor, out like a light and no longer a pain in my flank.
The guard regarded the mare with indifference for a moment before returning attention to me. “Anyway, your highness, my troops have witnessed changeling activity along the border between Equestria and the Badlands.”
“I figured we hadn’t seen the last of the changeling queen and her swarm,” I remarked. “What kind of activity were they up to?”
“We’re not sure, your highness,” the guard replied with pursed lips, “but from what we can tell, they appear to be transporting various goods from Equestria proper, including goods from the shipping yard in Horseshoe Bay.”
That got me especially curious. “They’re stealing from us?”
The guard shook his head. “We haven’t had any reports come in of stolen goods.” He seemed to space out for a moment, almost as if something else occurred to him, which it did. “Actually, I just realized what became of the Shipping Queen ’s cargo.”
“Shipping Queen ?”
“It was a ship that docked in at Horseshoe Bay carrying a load of various foreign goods including Prench perfumes and socks among other things just last week. I was told the ship was actually scheduled to dock in one day prior, but was late because the crew had a last minute addition to their cargo and needed time to reorganize so the ship wouldn’t capsize.”
“The extra cargo was left at the docks for a few days, during which time nopony came to retrieve it. Then, just a couple days ago in fact, it was removed during the night while nopony was keeping watch. I didn’t realize the connection ‘til just now, but now I’m positive the changelings are responsible for the disappearance of those extra goods. In fact, it might’ve been them who paid for it to be delivered here in the first place.”
I mulled over all of what he said for a while after that. The very fact that the changelings had managed to once again invade our borders was enough cause for concern, but what interested me especially was what the changelings planned on doing with foreign luxuries. The fact that they were taking goods of an amorous nature like perfumes and socks made some sense, what with them feeding on love, but exactly what they’d need with such goods left me more than a little confused.
“What should we do, your highness?” the guard asked.
“For now, I want security tightened along the southern border as well as Horseshoe Bay,” I replied. “We need to learn exactly what the queen’s up to, so focus all your efforts on identifying and capturing at least one changeling drone for interrogation.”
The guard nodded. “Will do, your highness.” He rushed out of the throne room.
I sighed heavily and turned to look out the nearby window in the general direction of the Badlands.
What are you up to now?
I watched my subjects with satisfaction as they worked to expand the love hotel’s area, adding more space to every room as well as adding new ones altogether. Additionally, a selected group of drones were digging out a hole for a pool farther back into the cave, though it had been a while since I checked on their progress.
The drones I watched right then, however, were doing an above admirable job of making more space. One group would dig away at the earthen walls, evenly expanding the living space of each room and leaving all the amassed dirt and rocks for the second group to carry outside.
The final group, which consisted of about nine-tenths of the entire swarm, would shed their carapace and use it to reinforce the expanded walls so it didn’t cave-in under the immense weight of the hill above, using their chitin to hold each piece in place. It was asking a lot of my subjects to literally sacrifice a piece of themselves, but they complied without complaint, though the unease they felt being so exposed was almost palpable. I hoped that at some point in the future the hotel could undergo a more sophisticated construction, but for the moment we were stuck with what we had.
I watched them all work with fervor, never once tiring or asking for a break. With all the progress they were making in such a short amount of time, however, I would’ve been perfectly willing to grant one or two breaks. After a while I decided to check on the pool’s progress, but a soft tap on my flank stopped me and I turned around to see who it was.
Returning my gaze was a pink pony mare with brown eyes, a black mane and tail and a Cutie Mark depicting, interestingly enough, a pair of conjoined hearts. I could tell she was here for a room since she had saddlebags slung over her shoulder, but the almost-manic grin she wore left me unnerved. I didn’t show it, though, and flashed a warm smile down at her as I spoke.
“I take it you’re here for our services?” The mare nodded. “Well, you’ve come here at an inconvenient time, as you can see.” I gestured around us at all the working changelings.
“Oh, that’s quite alright, Chryssy,” the mare replied. “A little noise is worth it to finally bed my beloved.”
“Well, in that case, let’s see who they are.” I held my hoof out for the required photo.
The mare nodded again and fished through her saddlebag. All the while she did so she kept glancing aside towards me, her unsettling smile present every time. I did my best to ignore it, and as soon as she dropped the photo into my hoof I immediately tore my gaze away from her and down at the picture of . . .
“AAAHHHHHHHHH!”
I swiveled my head around in search of who screamed. I soon found the source to be a drone who had accidentally scraped his carapace-less hide against the dirt wall.
I really need to get ahold of proper construction equipment.
I watched the poor drone for another moment before remembering I was dealing with a customer and cast my gaze down onto the photo I was holding. It was of a dark purple stallion with a white mane and tail, red eyes, and a Cutie Mark depicting a ring of blue flames. I winced upon realizing this stallion was another one which me and my swarm were unfamiliar with. While the previous time this had happened things ended up working out, I knew our luck wouldn’t last forever. To that end, I decided the need for information outweighed the risk of looking unprofessional.
“Quite the dashing stallion,” I complimented, entirely for the sake of damage control since I was personally indifferent to ponies as far as attractiveness was concerned.
“He really is, isn’t he?” the mare replied wistfully. “Oh, if only he loved me the same way I do him . . .”
I raised a curious brow at that comment but shrugged it off and continued. “Yeah, anyway, what’s he like as a pony?” I looked up from the photo to see the mare’s confused expression. “What I mean is, what are his mannerisms? How does he talk? How do you imagine he’d go about rutting you if he so desired?”
I felt a bead of cold sweat roll down my forehead at the blank look the mare gave me once I’d finished. My fear turned to confusion when the mare eventually smiled and came a little closer. She stood up on her hind legs and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
“It’s alright if you don’t know anything about him, Chryssy,” she said sweetly.
I felt my breath catch in my throat and my entire body tense up as, for a split second, my body was akin to a statue. But then I processed all of what she said and my fear evaporated as she continued speaking.
“All you need to know is that he’s kind and shy normally, and a beast when he has a mare’s consent.” The mare’s lips curved upward into a sultry smile. “Also, and this is just so you don’t feel pressured to find us some privacy, I’m okay with having an audience watch us.” She gestured to the nearest guest room, the drones inside not having paid us any attention while they worked.
Well, this mare certainly knows nothing of modesty.
“Very well.” I turned and walked into the room. “Okay everyling, we’re gonna have a session in here, but don’t let that distract you from your work. At any rate, those without a carapace have nothing to do and need the love energy more than anyling else, so I expect no fighting over it. Am I understood?”
All the drones who were working saluted while the aforementioned carapace-less ones chirped happily. With a nod of satisfaction I returned to the mare and showed her into the room.
“Your lover will be with you shortly,” I promised.
“Thanks, Chryssy,” she replied, and settled down onto the bed, leaving her saddlebag by the door.
I left the room and ventured down the hallway behind my desk. The door on the left led to a large, open cavern, in the center of which a multitude of changelings were digging away at the ground. In the ceiling was a hole through which the light of day shined through, illuminating a spot on the ground yellow in contrast to the glowing green of the walls, used by changelings to transport dug earth without having to traverse back through the hotel.
I pulled aside a changeling which was hauling a load of earth toward said hole and gave them the photograph of the mare’s crush. I instructed the drone to don the stallion’s supplied persona once it’d hauled the earth away. The drone saluted, and buzzed off through the hole, returning a minute later and exiting through the doorway leading to the hotel.
I spent the next few minutes observing my changelings’ progress on the pool. The idea to add one to the love hotel came about after a little research into pony romantic customs, wherein I discovered that a large quantity of romantic outings between ponies take place at or even within bodies of water. In fact, based on mine and my changelings’ research, many foals are conceived during late night swimming sessions between their parents.
I’ll never understand mammals.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
The sudden scream emanating from the hotel made everyling stop dead in their tracks, eyes wide with horror as they stared at the door. I, however, merely pursed my lips and instructed them all to continue working while I looked into it. They obliged, though the fear never left their expressions as they watched me slip through the door and start trodding down the hallway toward the main lobby.
Probably another clumsy carapace-less drone.
Upon entering the main lobby, however, I was greeted with a very different sight. All around the room were several changelings with looks of shock and disgust adorning their faces. Some of them were backed up against a wall or cowering in a corner, but a few were comforting a drone which I recognized as the one I sent to pleasure our newest guest. It was shivering uncontrollably on the floor in the middle of the room, its expression one of pure horror.
“What happened?” I asked, making my way over to the poor thing. A brief glance into the guest room revealed sight of the mare laying on her back, seemingly content from the way she was smiling. “Did something go wrong?”
The drone slowly looked up to me, its expression unchanging, and opened its mouth to speak.
Like the rest of my fellow drones, I had been sent out by Queen Chrysalis to study notable ponies in Equestria after the incident with the mare who asked to lay with one Big Macintosh, older brother of one Applejack, Element of Honesty. The mission was to observe the mannerisms and general behavior of whatever ponies we deemed to be the most sought after romantically.
The mission, from what I’d heard, was quite successful. In total, the swarm put together a collective profile of over fifty Equestrians, including all of the Element Bearers as well as their closest family and friends, the princesses, and even a few non-ponies including the spirit of chaos himself, Discord.
Why anypony would want to sleep with that monster is beyond any of us, but regardless, we need to be prepared for any requests we are given, which is why I couldn’t help but wonder just who the pony I was disguised as was? I truly believe we managed to cover every notable and/or sought after Equestrian on our mission, so whoever I was acting as must’ve been very obscure among Equestria’s populace.
At any rate, I knew how to act to the client, and so was ready to service her.
I trotted down the hallway into the main lobby, passing fellow drones while they worked. Some of them shot brief glances to me as I passed by, most likely curious as to who I was disguised as, though they didn’t let themselves get distracted from their work. Upon reaching the room where the client was I took a deep breath and relaxed my nerves, not wanting to botch the performance I needed to keep her suspension of disbelief intact.
After taking a moment to stretch my, quite muscular, fore legs I slipped inside. The client was observing my fellow working drones from the bedside with interest, but turned her attention entirely to me as I entered. She gave me a sultry smile which, going into character, I shied away from.
“Hello, big boy,” she cooed, her tone oozing with confidence and seduction.
Not knowing what the voice of the stallion I was disguised as was, I simply waved my fore leg in a nervous manner.
She giggled in response. “Well,” she got up off the bed and began sauntering toward me, swaying her flanks back and forth in what I guess ponies consider a sexy manner, “let’s not waste any time.” She hooked a fore leg around one of mine and began gently pulling me toward the bed.
Ponies are weird, I thought.
The drones without carapaces focused all of their attention on us as the client and I got up onto the bed, while the ones who did still have theirs continued working, unmindful of the scene which would be taking place there in just a minute’s time.
“Now,” the mare said, batting her eyelashes at me, “if you’d prefer that I start, I’d be more than happy to oblige.” She capped off her statement by bringing her head closer to my groin, keeping her anxious gaze on me.
I gestured to her with a fore leg to indicate I’d prefer that she start.
The mare looked down at my dick and, after licking her lips, began sucking me off. While feeling her coat my shaft with saliva made it grow erect, I myself felt not a shred of sexual attraction in response to her actions. While a changeling may be able to copy the DNA of another being as well as all of their bodily functions, the transformation doesn’t alter our base instincts. We don’t feel sexual attraction the same way ponies do, so the pleasurable moans I uttered as she blew me were one hundred percent feigned.
A muffled sigh of content sounded from the mare’s dick-filled mouth after a while, and I felt a load of jizz building up in my penis. This was my cue to disengage the mare’s mouth from my shaft and refrain from letting it escape. Most of the swarm isn’t against letting female clients swallow loads, but others, including Queen Chrysalis, feel that letting ‘life’s nectar’ go to waste is unacceptable. While I wasn’t one to mind such sexual fetishes, I also wasn’t one to disobey the Queen’s will, and so I used my hooves to push the mare off of me before using my changeling magic to hold back the coming jizz, intending to save it for when I actually fucked the client.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my fellow drones getting excited, no doubt anxious to receive some love energy to help regrow their lost carapaces. They wouldn’t have to wait very long.
“Aww,” the client whined, moving to sit up straight with a pout, “what was that-Eep!”
The mare was surprised by my sudden advance. With how strong my assumed form was, it wasn’t any trouble to pin down the mare by her chest. I mouthed the word ‘mine’ to her, which I meant to indicate I was switching to this stallion’s dominant side, as she’d described him having when engaged in sex.
The mare blushed lightly while panting softly. “Y-yes,” she whispered, “I’m all yours.” She wrapped her hooves around my own and tried to bring me down for a kiss, which I complied with while keeping my hooves pressed firmly against her.
Like with the earlier oral sex, I felt nothing but indifference to the kiss. In contrast, it was clear as crystal the mare beneath me was so enamored by the meeting of mine and her lips. A small part of me was curious about what went through ponies’ heads when engaged in shows of affection such as a kiss. While I’ll likely never know the answer to this, one thing I could discern from this particular encounter was how genuine this mare’s love for her beloved was.
Just her kiss alone was exuding massive waves of love energy, and I could hear the buzzing sounds of my fellows behind me as they helped themselves to the amorous buffet on display before them. Normally we’d wait until after sex before extracting a client’s bill from them, as that’s when the most palpable love energy is produced. To receive so much food from just a simple kiss, regardless of how passionate it is, was a testament to how much this mare really loved the stallion I was disguised as.
We need more clients like her, I mused internally before abruptly breaking the kiss.
The mare let out a small gasp in response, and stared into my eyes with an expression of pure bliss. I stared right back with my best attempt at a predator’s gaze, hoping I was meeting her expectations as far as behavior was concerned. With a contented sigh, the mare fell backwards with her fore legs splayed out above her head.
“Do me,” she said softly, “please.”
Hmm, I guess she’s satisfied with my performance. I crawled atop her. Hopefully, she’ll enjoy this one as well.
The mare reacted to my dick’s admission to her pussy in a, to me at least, overly dramatic manner. Instead of a soft gasp as was typical, she let out a long winded sigh that sounded more appropriate for climax than initial penetration. Whether she was just really sensitive or liked overdoing her reactions, I could care less. All that mattered was giving her what she wanted.
I slowly inched my dick into her, letting her get accustomed to my cock. A crimson tinge adorned her cheeks as she looked down at my invading stallionhood, her eyes betraying the level of desire she had for it, which was a lot. She laid her head back down onto a pillow and completely relaxed every inch of her body, basically giving me free reign of her body, free to do as I wished.
I didn’t wish to do anything more than give her what she came for. While I’m sure many ponies, stallions and mares alike, would relish in the chance to perform all kinds of kinky fetishes in this situation, I wasn’t a pony. I had no desire to treat the mare like a sexual plaything, nor did I feel expected to for that reason. She was nothing more than a horny virginal client in my eyes, desperate for cock enough to come to Queen Chrysalis and the swarm for relief. I don’t know if ponies normally engage in kinky acts before sex, but unless she specifically requested it I wouldn’t bother.
I kept inching my way into her vaginal passage until, eventually, I could proceed no further. I waited a few moments to let her pussy expand to accommodate my dick. As I waited, I let my gaze linger down onto the mare’s face, and found myself a little warmed by the sight which greeted me.
The mare was crying, but not out of sadness. Rather, the tears which flowed down her cheeks were filled with joy, clearly indicated by the smile which graced her lips as she returned my gaze with half-lidded eyes that spoke of genuine happiness over having my dick buried fully inside of her.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long,” she admitted, “and to have it finally come true is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.” She took a moment to wipe away her tears with a hoof. “Just, don’t hold back, okay?”
With a curt nod, I pulled out of her about halfway. Her vaginal walls slowly drew inwards, only to once again expand outwards as I thrust my dick back inside of her, to which she let out a pleasurable moan, which was also overly dramatic in my opinion. And so it went that I repeated this at a steady pace, gradually building up the speed of my fucking until eventually the action between us was little more than a blur to the eye.
I shifted positions a few times during our fuck session, figuring she expected me to showcase her crush’s rougher side. For the first shift I flipped the mare onto her barrel and pinned her fore legs to the bed with my own, while the second time had me underneath and her spread eagle atop me, yet with her hooves held in place behind her back with my magic. Even as a creature that knows little more than the basics of pony sex, I’m pretty sure keeping a mare in the dominant position and yet not actually dominant is something to behold. Not that I really care, though, since I only did it to satisfy the client’s desires.
Eventually, the inevitable climax came. I felt the seed rushing through my dick, which swelled up once in response, then retracted before swelling up again and shooting my load into the mare. She threw her head back and gasped, the expression on her face one of pure bliss as my seed completely filled her up.
“Yessss,” she whispered, reveling in the warm feeling my love juices brought her.
As soon as I felt the last of my seed shoot into her I gently lifted the mare off of my dick, which went limp immediately, and set her onto the bed, resting her head against a pillow. I then rested my head next to hers, looking into her eyes which gave me a half-lidded content expression. I took that to mean I satisfied her, and prepared my magic to collect the bill.
“That was amazing,” she said softly. “Thank you, brother.”
Author's Note
I wonder just how many of your reactions the title of this chapter foreshadowed?
“Your highness!” I shouted, barging through the throne room’s doors. “I have urgent news for you!”
Princess Celestia, in all her radiant splendor and majesty, sat upon her throne waiting for another petitioner to Day Court. The solar alicorn had a tired look in her eyes at first, which livened up a bit upon hearing my announcement.
“Please share, lieutenant,” she asked, her tone as tired as her expression.
“Certainly,” I said with a nod. “This morning, a changeling was discovered in Trottingham and apprehended by the local guard garrison.”
“Really?” the princess replied, clearly shocked. “What was it doing?”
“According to the report, it was found sleeping in a bush outside somepony’s front window by the homeowner,” I explained. “It was immediately detained and is now being held prisoner in the city’s jailhouse.”
Princess Celestia nodded. “Good,” she said. “Has any useful information been gleaned from it regarding the recent changeling activity in Equestria?”
I let out a small sigh and shook my head. “Attempts have been made, of course, and all of them proved fruitless.” I couldn’t help but stomp my hoof in frustration at having nothing substantial to report to the princess. “Apparently, the damn bug is too scared to speak, even in its native tongue.”
I watched as Princess Celestia seemed to mull over everything I had said. The look in her eyes made it clear she was drawing upon all her centuries of experience dealing with foreign species to put together a plan for extracting information from the captured changeling drone. Of course, the changelings were completely unknown prior to their invasion of Canterlot, to which I assumed her highness found herself stumped trying to determine the best course of action for interrogating one, since there’s still so much about them ponies know nothing about.
Eventually, Princess Celestia retrained her gaze on me and spoke. “Prepare the Royal Chariot,” she ordered. “I wish to speak with our prisoner myself.”
I bowed. “Yes, your highness,” I replied, before rushing back through the throne room doors.
“You all did a magnificent job, minions,” I said, looking over the completed swimming pool. “Better than I expected, which was a lot to start with, so consider me overjoyed with the results.”
A chorus of happy chirps erupted from the drones behind me in response. I turned around and waved them off. “Get some rest, all of you,” I commanded. “We’ll be getting clients by the droves soon enough, and I’ll need all of you at my beck and call to please them.”
Dozens of salutes were given before the group retreated through the door back to the sleeping room, all except for one. Instead of following its fellows, one changeling approached me with a nervous frown in its features.
“Is something wrong?” I asked it.
The changeling nodded its head and proceeded to explain that its neighboring drone hadn’t returned from the recent scouting mission. This shocked me severely and I asked why it hadn’t told me earlier, to which it said they wanted to wait in case the AWOL drone had run into trouble and would only be late to return.
I rubbed the bridge of my muzzle when the drone finished explaining. “This is bad,” I said, exasperated. “If the missing drone gets caught and spills everything . . .” I took a moment to suppress my worries under a mask of nonchalance, hoping the changeling would fall for it. “Don’t tell anyling else about this, and if they ask where the AWOL drone is tell them they’re currently scoping out the Crystal Empire. Understand?”
The drone nodded.
“Good,” I replied, and waved the drone off.
Once I was alone, I slumped to the ground and sighed. Hopefully, if push comes to shove and Celestia learns what we’re doing, she’ll see things my way. I sighed again, settling my head between my fore legs. I hope.
“Right this way, princess,” the prison guard said, heading down the hallway at a slow trot.
I nodded and followed him with a guard on either side of me. Much as I sincerely doubted a lone changeling would be much of a threat, let alone one that was apparently scared stiff, I’ve learned the hard way how good changelings are at deceiving people so the extra protection I felt was warranted.
After passing by dozens of cells, most of which were empty but a few did house criminals, we arrived at one which housed a black mass in a corner of the cell, hidden in the shadows but there was no mistaking that it was the captured changeling.
“It hasn’t moved from that spot since we first put it in here,” the guard said. “Bloody insect won’t even use the bed or sink.” He snorted. “So uncivilized.”
I ignored what he said and took a long, hard look at the changeling. Despite the shadows camouflaging its black form, I could tell it was curled up with its head facing the wall, its ‘arms’ wrapped around its head like how a foal might when cowering in fear. It remained completely motionless as I watched, almost like I was looking at an oddly-placed statue. Seeing it made me realize nopony was exaggerating when they said the thing was too scared to do or say anything.
Poor thing.
“Are you sure you want to do this, princess?” the prison guard said. “After all, we don’t know if this is a trap set up by the changeling queen to make another attempt at taking over Equestria.”
I smiled and shook my head. “I’ll be okay, and besides,” I gestured to my guards, who snapped their gaze from the changeling to me and saluted, “that’s why I have company.”
“Very well,” the prison guard said, hesitance clear in his tone. He pulled out a key ring and flipped to one in particular before inserting it into the cell’s keyhole and turning. He then held the door open for me, keeping his eye on the changeling to make sure it didn't attempt escaping. “Good luck, princess.”
With a nod I trotted into the cell, my guards following behind me with their hooves clutched firmly around their spears, ready to defend should the changeling suddenly strike. The prison guard waited until the three of us were inside before shutting the door and re-locking it, then made himself comfortable to watch my attempt at gleaning information from the prisoner.
I motioned for my guards to keep to either side of me and remain looking away from the changeling to avoid intimidating it any further. My guards complied, keeping a firm grip on their spears and turning slightly away toward the wall, yet still keeping their attention focused on the changeling. How they manage to do it, I wish I knew so I could better tune out the idiotic ramblings of uptight snobs during Day Court.
I knelt down in front of the changeling and softly whispered, “Hello.”
I received no response from it. I repeated my greeting once, slightly louder yet still soothing, but was met with the same lack of response. For my third attempt at communication I reached out and wrapped a wing around the fear-stricken creature’s black carapace.
This time I got a reaction when the changeling flinched and slashed his front appendage across my wing, drawing a slight bit of blood to which I winced in slight pain. The guards, understandably, instinctively pointed their spears at the changeling with raging scowls.
“At ease, you two,” I said, pushing aside both spears with my hooves. “It was merely startled by my sudden touch and didn’t mean to cause me any harm.”
Both guards retracted their spears, letting out low growls as they narrowed their eyes towards the prisoner, who was now visibly trembling as it stared up at me with wide, frightful eyes. I don't know why the dreaded insect didn't react to my voice, but I didn't care since I now had its attention. I gave the trembling thing my warmest smile and retracted my injured wing from its body, which had already begun healing.
“Hello,” I greeted, again in a soothing tone.
The changeling didn’t say anything in response though it visibly relaxed. It shifted its eyes from me to each of my guards, then to the cut on my wing before making what I assumed was a changeling’s version of a sheepish smile.
“Don’t worry about my wing,” I assured it. “It’s just a scratch.”
The changeling let out a soft chirping sound which I assumed was a sheepish chuckle.
“Now for why I am here,” I continued. The changeling tensed up and a look of panic flashed across its face, to which I placed my hoof on its ‘shoulder’ while shaking my head. “I have no intention of punishing you, rest assured.”
The changeling visibly relaxed again, though the fear in its eyes remained.
“Quite the opposite, in fact,” I continued still. “You’re being pardoned.”
“What!?” all three stallions shouted. Even the changeling itself seemed bewildered in response to my proclamation.
“Princess!” the prisoner guard exclaimed. “What logic is there in letting this monster go?”
“The only true crime committed by this single changeling is trespassing on private property,” I replied, turning back to him. “A single day behind bars is a fitting punishment for such a meager crime.”
“B-b-but princess-”
“My decision is final,” I finished. I charged my horn and initiated a long-distance teleport, taking the five of us all the way to southern Equestria, just a little ways away from the border with the Badlands.
“Princess,” one of my guards said, coming out of his teleport-induced daze. “I must protest.”
“Me too,” the other one said, also coming out of his daze.
“Miiii suuuuriiii,” the prison guard slurred before fainting.
“I understand your concern quite well,” I replied to my guards while lifting the unconscious pony onto my back. “But we risk incurring the changeling queen’s wrath by keeping one of her subjects locked up within our borders, and our prisoner hasn’t done anything truly deserving of such.”
“But what about-”
“Fly along now, little one,” I cooed, doing a ‘shoo’ gesture with my hoof. “And, for your own sake, never come back.”
The changeling looked curiously at me for a moment before lifting into the air with its buzzy wings. It began backing away slowly in midair while keeping its eyes trained on me, to which I returned its gaze with a kindred one of my own. Only when the shapeshifting insect was about twenty or so meters from us did it hightail away, moving as fast as its wings would allow it, all while never turning back.
“Your highness,” one of my guards said, stepping to my side. “Far be it from me to doubt your decisions, but why did you release the bug so readily? If another invasion is forthcoming we must exploit every venue provided to us for information.”
“Technically speaking, the changelings already invaded Equestria again when they smuggled cargo across our borders,” I replied. “As for why I let that one go,” I let a coy smile spread across my muzzle, “I did more than just touch that one’s shoulder.”
The guards exchanged a confused, and slightly unnerved glance in response, to which I giggled to myself.
“I’ll explain once we’ve returned to Canterlot,” I promised them, and turned to look at the unconscious pony perched upon my back. “For now, let’s bring our friend here back home.”
After a moment of silence, both guards nodded their affirmation. Nodding myself, I charged my horn for another teleport.
Whatever you’re up to, queen, it won’t stay a secret for much longer.
It took me about a half hour to reach the Love Hotel, by which point I felt like my wings were gonna fall off. Once I landed in front of the cave entrance I immediately collapsed to the ground and began panting heavily. As I regained my strength, my thoughts went back to what had happened back there.
I had no idea why Celestia decided to let me go so readily, but truthfully I didn’t care. I was back with my fellows and Queen Chrysalis, which made me beyond happy after spending half a day locked up in pony jail. And aside from an uncomfortable itch where Celestia touched me, I was no worse for wear.
Once I felt fully energized I stood up and made my way into the cave, eager to continue servicing depraved ponies.
Author's Note
All will be explained when I put up the next part tomorrow.
“You planted a recording crystal on the changeling?” I briefly pressed a hoof against my forehead to quell a growing headache before setting it down to resume trotting alongside Princess Celestia and my fellow guard.
“Indeed I did,” Princess Celestia replied as we turned a corner in the castle. Her private study was just a little ways ahead. “Soon, we shall know exactly what the changeling queen and her swarm are up to.”
“But what if the crystal is discovered before we find out anything?”
“Oh, it’s too small to be detected by the naked eye, as it’s only about the size of a quill tip.” Princess Celestia gave us both a coy smile. “I’ve picked up a few stealth techniques over the last thousand years, and a cut on my wing is definitely worth it to uncover the changeling queen’s plans.”
I exchanged a surprised look with my fellow guard as the three of us arrived at the princess’ private study. Her highness opened the door and ushered the two of us inside before stepping through herself and closing the door.
“Never would I have thought I’d get to see the princess’ private study during my tenure as a guard,” my fellow guard muttered, just barely loud enough for me to hear.
“I hear you,” I replied in the same hushed tone of voice. My eyes flitted from object to object, from the bookshelves along both walls to the skylight in the ceiling to the crystal orb sitting on a pedestal in the room’s center . . .
“I see you’ve noticed my viewing crystal,” Princess Celestia said as she passed me. She stopped in front of the translucent gem and charged up her horn, to which the crystal was enveloped in a golden yellow aura. “It’s what we shall use to see exactly what the changeling queen is up to.”
I approached the crystal with my fellow, humming under my breath as I did so. By the time we were standing alongside Princess Celestia, an image had formed in the crystal. To my eyes, it appeared to be showing us the inside of a hole, if the earthen walls were anything to go by. The image was scrolling forward indicating the changeling was on the move.
“What do you think it’s doing, your highness?” my friend asked the princess.
“Hopefully, we’ll learn exactly what sooner rather than later,” she replied, staring curiously at the crystal’s image. “We may be here awhile, so if you have to use the bathroom, now’s the time to do so.”
Princess Celestia then charged her horn again, summoning three armchairs a moment later.
Well, this should be interesting, I thought, taking my seat as the princess took hers and my friend left to void his bladder. Hmm, I could go for some popcorn right about now.
“Yo, dude!” my friend said once he’d broken the water’s surface. “How long til they arrive!?”
I made my best attempt at a shrug while keeping afloat at the pool’s surface. “Heck if I know, bro,” I replied. I began lazily back stroking toward the pool’s deep end, where a couple of fellow sods were taking turns playfully dunking each other under the water. “But they’ll be here soon enough. I know that much.”
“Well, waiting is a bitch,” my friend said as he followed me.
“Buy one get one free,” I joked.
The two of us shared a laugh at that. We continued swimming in silence after that, periodically glancing to the door leading back to the hotel proper, waiting for our fuck toys to arrive. During this time, we chatted with the other two guys sharing the pool with us. Apparently, they had similar taste in mares to me and my friend, though the two of them were quite fond, almost to an annoying degree, of expressing their love for the mares they’d asked for.
We were all in the pool’s shallow end by the time we heard the door open. All four of us immediately turned around to behold sight of two mares walking through, both of whom ordered by the other two guys. Me and my friend weren’t to be disappointed, however, since our own bitches sauntered in right behind them. All four of them began approaching us, all the while I soaked in every single inch of my bitch’s sweet, juicy flank.
“Hello boys,” Cadence purred.
“Sorry we took so long,” Twilight apologized.
“Princess duties and all,” Celestia joked.
“But we’re here now, and ready to service you,” Luna finished.
Best. Vacation. Ever
With a single gulp I downed my entire fifth soda, crushing the can with my magic and promptly dropping it into the recycling bin her highness summoned for us. Princess Celestia had taken to daintily sipping a lemonade smoothie with one of those customary umbrellas from the movies, while my fellow guard had a bag of popcorn in his lap and was using his magic to levitate clumps into his mouth.
The image in the crystal orb had shifted from that of an earthen wall to a shimmering pool of crystal clear water. A quartet of young stallions was lounging in the pool’s shallow end, looking quite content amongst themselves, in spite of the public menace which they could see approaching them.
My confusion was shared, for I heard her highness mutter to my right, “What are they doing?”
The image then showed one of the stallions stepping out of the pool and, after taking a moment to shake some water loose, began walking left of the tagged changeling, a sultry grin on his face. The tagged changeling followed him with its gaze, and the sight that it eventually landed on elicited a small gasp from all three of us.
The anonymous stallion had approached the beautiful pink form of Princess Cadence of the Crystal Empire, perfectly identical to the real princess. In one fell swoop, he scooped the disguised changeling up in his hooves and held her bridal style, and while the crystal orb produced no sound it was easy to tell the imposter giggled in response.
“What is the meaning of this?” I heard my friend ask. I heard the sound of popcorn spilling across the floor and the soft steps of his hooves. So transfixed by the enigmatic images was I that I didn’t look over to him in response.
“Please sit down,” I heard Princess Celestia say. “I’m sure we’ll be given an answer soon enough at this rate.”
I heard him shuffle back into his seat a moment later, followed by a rustling sound which I assumed to be his popcorn being cleaned. During this time the crystal’s image had changed from that of Imposter Cadence and the anonymous stallion to that of one of his fellows flashing a saucy look to the right of the camera. I could’ve sworn I felt my skin crawl a little in response to watching it.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to watch it for very long since he moved his head out of the camera’s sight after puckering his lips. What followed was a barrage of shaky movements with a tinge of the stallion’s mane lining the image’s outer edge. It didn’t take long to discern that he was lip-locking with the changeling, which was in itself an unpleasant enough to think about that I turned to gauge the princess’ reaction, if only so I wouldn’t have to watch it myself. Unsurprisingly, Princess Celestia was every bit as horrified as I was, though at least she had the resolve to keep watching, which I found myself a little jealous over.
My friend, on the other hoof, looked about ready to puke, if the green tint of his cheeks was anything to go by.
“That is all sorts of wrong,” I heard him mutter.
“Yeah it is,” I agreed.
“Please pay attention you two,” Princess Celestia chided us through pursed lips. “As . . . unsavory as this is, we cannot let weak constitution prevent us from uncovering the changeling queen’s plans.”
“Right, sorry your highness,” I apologized. Through sheer force of will, I managed to return my gaze onto the crystal screen.
After a few minutes of interspecies makeout-induced jittery camera movements, the image moved downward a bit, showing across the pool to the cavern’s other side. The camera kept jittering, though instead of random movements it was set in a fixed forward-back motion. Additionally, the image showed another pair of ponies across the pool. One of them was another of the anonymous stallions from earlier, but the other one was the unmistakable form of the recently crowned Princess Twilight Sparkle.
While it was easy to see who they were, the image didn’t allow the three of us a clear view of exactly what the pony and disguised changeling were doing through a combination of distance as well as the camera’s quick, rhythmic movements.
“Any idea what’s happening, your highness?” my friend asked the princess.
Princess Celestia didn’t reply. Turning to her, I saw she was squinting her eyes at the crystal, her expression one of careful scrutiny. Never have I seen her highness look so focused in all my time serving under her. Once again I found myself grow jealous over my comparative ineptness.
“Sweet harmony!” The sudden exclamation from her highness nearly made me jump out of my seat. “That’s . . . that’s . . .” I turned back to her just in time to see Princess Celestia, sovereign of the sun, wise ruler of Equestria, and all around the very definition of benevolence, throw her stomach’s contents up onto the floor in front of her.
“Princess!” I shouted. I leapt out of my own seat and knelt by her side. The stench of half-digested lemonade and coffee cake assaulted my nostrils, but I bore with it and helped the princess to her legs. A tad bit of gooey barf dribbled down her chin while her entire face was a sickly shade of red. To think, she’d been so calm and focused just a mere few seconds prior; I was all too curious as to what had disgusted her.
“Are you okay, your highness?” my friend asked, kneeling down to assist the sickly sun alicorn himself, careful to avoid stepping in her puke. “What’s wrong?”
Princess Celestia didn’t respond right away, instead charging her horn to summon a paper towel roll. She tore off a square and used it to wipe her chin clean, then began cleaning the mess she’d made on the floor.
“I know what the changeling queen is doing,” she finally replied, not looking up from the floor.
“Really?” I said, quite surprised. “What is it?”
“I’ll explain later,” she answered simply, almost finished cleaning. “For now, though, I have a new task for the both of you.”
My friend and I exchanged a curious glance before looking back down at her. “And what is that, your highness?” my friend asked.
“Inform squads one and two to begin preparations for an invasion of the Badlands,” she replied, without any hesitance or strain in her voice. “We leave in two days’ time.”
“Yes! Ohhh, yes! Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu-OOOHHHHHH!” I collapsed on top of the client, completely spent after our sex session. No matter how many times I engage in mammalian intercourse I’m always completely drained of stamina by the end, but at least I’m still able to collect love from the client afterwards.
Speaking of which, I waited for a few moments to catch my breath before looking down at the client, a content smile on his features as he relished in our afterglow. I let a small smile grace my own lips as I began the process of siphoning his love energy.
. . . What the?
Confused by the severe lack of love energy I was receiving, I focused my magic harder into the client’s subconscious. Sometimes a changeling will fail to tap into the part of a pony’s brain that emanates love energy, though I could’ve sworn I aimed true. With a shrug, I cast the spell again, doing my best to perfectly pinpoint the desired area of his brain.
It was only through my concentrated efforts the second time trying that I realized exactly what the problem was. I wasn’t receiving any love energy because there wasn’t any for the guy to give, or so little that it hardly mattered.
“Mmm.” The client began to stir beneath me. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled smugly. “That was-”
smack
The force of my sudden hoof slap was enough to send him flying from underneath me across the room, stopping only when he smashed face-first into the nearest earthen wall.
“Jerk.”
“You too, huh?”
I turned to my right and saw one of my fellow drones, disguised as Princess Luna, approaching with a look of exasperated displeasure. Looking past to their own client I saw that he’d met a similar fate to my own, having been knocked unconscious and left on the pool floor, looking more like a ragdoll then a pony from what I could see.
“So I’m not the only one,” I said, then sighed. “I can’t believe we were fooled so easily.”
“We should report this to Queen Chrysalis right away,” they suggested.
“I agree; this could pose a problem in the future if left unchecked.”
“Hey you two, what’s going on?”
The two of us turned to find the last two members of our ‘princess quartet’ approaching, both looking a lot happier than we currently were.
“Why the long faces?” the one disguised as Cadence asked, then giggled. “Besides the obvious, of course.”
“Haha, that isn’t funny,” I said dryly. “And the reason we’re unhappy is because our clients had no love to give us.”
“Wait, really?” the one disguised as Twilight said, surprised. “And you still let them screw you?”
“We wouldn’t have had we known in advance they didn’t really love us,” my fellow replied. “We were just about to report this to Queen Chrysalis to come up with a solution should this become a recurring problem.”
“Well, we got a lot of love out of ours,” ‘Cadence’ said, gesturing between her and ‘Twilight’. “So at least this wasn’t a total bust.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said, letting a small smile cross my snow white muzzle. “Well, let’s get going then.”
“What about them?” ‘Cadence’ asked, gesturing to the unconscious forms of me and my fellow’s clients. “What should we do with them?”
“Let’s hear from Queen Chrysalis regarding that subject,” I replied, and turned around toward the door leading to the hotel proper. “Whatever the punishment is, I’m sure by the end of it they’ll think twice before trying to forge bonds of love.”
With a nod from each of us we proceeded onwards, hoping Queen Chrysalis wouldn’t get too angry once we told her what happened that she physically harmed those two scumbags. The last thing the swarm needs is to invoke the wrath of the real Princess Celestia.
The Badlands. Never did I think I’d see this place firsthoof. I’ve seen pictures of the vast, barren desert devoid of friendly life, sure, but that’s as much as anyone needs to see to get the full scope of the changeling swarm’s home turf.
As we marched across the dried ground, our armored hooves making soft clinks and kicking up small dust clouds around us, the heat of Celestia’s sun beating down on us and making (at least me) sweat profusely, several chills began snaking their way up and down my spine as the current situation fully dawned on me.
Two squads of Solar Guards, thirteen in each, marched in formation across this arid landscape in the direction which Princess Celestia said the signal from her recording crystal was emanating from. The princess herself lead us toward our destination, and for once in my life (perhaps I wasn’t alone and some of my fellows shared my sentiments) I found myself viewing Princess Celestia as more than just Equestria’s prevalent ruler.
Everything from her movements, to her armaments, to her posture was more akin to that of a warrior than a princess. All throughout the mission briefing, the tone in which Princess Celestia spoke to us was a far cry from the soft, almost motherly voice typical of her. Instead, the manner in which she spoke to us was more militaristic, yet still very feminine. I suppose the best comparison would be that of a teacher instructing her class to remain perfectly behaved on a field trip, except with a whole lot more gagging.
When Celestia explained to us what exactly she believed the changeling queen’s latest scheme was, it took everything in my power to avoid hurling my breakfast all over the ground. The idea that the changelings have been running a brothel as a means of harvesting love energy was utterly disgusting and, quite frankly, an insult to all that is virtuous. Even worse, the exact extent of the ponies’ willingness was uncertain, but we weren’t about to take any chances.
Once the general outline of our mission was explained, we all set out to the Badlands by chariot, whereupon we switched to walking so as to harbor the element of surprise. We all wore our traditional golden armor, and had our standard swords sheathed aside us. Alongside her regalia, Celestia had a couple of saddlebags strapped to her sides, the contents of which she hadn’t told us.
The way she carried herself was also very atypical of the solar princess. Unlike the Celestia who’d keep up a regal appearance to the masses, this one kept her wings tucked in and head held straight, her gaze locked forward as she marched steadily, her hoofsteps kicking up sizeable dust clouds as she led us across the desert. Never before had I, or any of her guards I think, seen Celestia behave in such a serious manner before. While certainly a dramatic change, all of us could agree it was appropriate for the mission at hoof.
We traversed the desert for what must’ve been at least a couple hours, judging by the sun’s position. We eventually spied a small outcropping of rocks along the horizon, the sweltering heat making me question whether or not it was just a mirage.
Celestia halted in her tracks, to which we followed suite. She motioned for everypony to break rank and form a horizontal line facing ahead, which we did with gusto and waited for further orders. Celestia stared ahead at the rocky terrain, the expression on her face indicating she was deep in thought, most likely what our best course of action would be from here on out. When she spoke to us, it was with the same grave seriousness as during our mission briefing.
“Everypony listen very closely to me . . .”
“Who’s ready for a lesbian orgy!?” I shouted excitedly.
The eight mares in the room cheered with jubilant enthusiasm, while the drones I selected to act as their lovers merely smiled and awaited my signal.
When these clients had come to us asking for same-sex partners, I was initially skeptical of love’s authenticity with such a pairing. The whole idea of same-sex relationships is still a relatively new subject for me, which is why I decided to personally oversee this instance to learn if true love could indeed exist between two ponies of the same gender. If it could, then I was all the more curious as to what it’d taste like compared to regular male/female love.
“Now then, if you’re all set to go . . .” Every one of my minions nodded their heads. “Have at it!”
In little more than a few seconds the room was filled with guttural moans and passionate kissing as the eight mares went at my drones in an almost animal-like frenzy. I can’t say I was all too surprised, though; the clients looked about ready to jump each other when they first arrived.
The group had been at it for about one minute when I started feeling the love energy pouring off them in droves. Letting it fill my senses, I found that this brand of love energy tasted quite different from what I was used to. The love I tasted had a prevalent dissonance to it mixed with a hint of both light-hearted and playfulness, like that of a young, naive drone. In comparison, all the love energy I’d previously sampled felt stronger and more serious at its base. Whatever this meant I didn’t care; the love energy was edible, and that’s all that mattered.
Suddenly, I felt a second energy assault my senses, one of hatred. Confused at first, I quickly realized it was emanating from outside the room. I left the eightsome to their lovemaking and stepped outside, searching for the hatred’s source. The lobby was completely deserted, but after a bit of tracking I realized the hatred was emanating from the entrance hall. Turning my head revealed the sight of nothing but green bioluminescence and dirt, to which my confusion only returned in greater force.
My confusion gave way to shock as a large plume of smoke suddenly erupted in front of me, blinding me and causing me to fall back in surprise. Around me I heard quick, shuffling hoofsteps accompanied by metallic clanking, and I swiveled my head around trying to find the source through the smoke. Then I felt a sharp pain on the back of my neck, to which I let out a loud wail of agony and collapsed to the floor barrel-down. I tried to lift myself back up, but a series of quick, bone crushing slams against my legs prevented me from doing so.
As I lay there, writhing in pain, the sounds of shrieked gasps and excited chirps emanated throughout the caverns. Just behind me I heard a collective cacophony of high-pitched feminine screams, most likely belonging to the eight lesbian mares I’d just attended to. I tried using my magic to teleport away, but that too was thwarted when I felt something slide over my horn, to which my magic instantly shut off.
What’s going on!?
I got my answer a few seconds later when the smoke finally cleared, and I gasped in surprise at what I saw. Royal Guards. Specifically, Princess Celestia’s solar guards, wearing the same golden armor as back at the wedding. They scurried about the lobby, checking every door and pulling out every pony and changeling within, holding them tight against their attempts to break free. In all the chaos and confusion happening I almost didn’t hear it when my own captor spoke, and the voice’s familiarity was even more unpleasant than seeing my minions getting rounded up like dumb sheep.
“It’s time you paid for your crimes, queen,” Princess Celestia said condescendingly. “You should’ve paid for them some time ago in fact, but better late than never.”
“You’re a bothersome one, Celestia,” I huffed. “And just so you know, my name is Chrysalis.”
I felt the telltale tingling sensation of magic erupt through my body erupt through my body before I was lifted into the air and turned around to face the solar mule. She wore a displeased frown on her furrowed gaze as she regarded me with total distaste. I did my best to match her expression, feeling nothing but distaste for her as well.
“If you think you can strike me down with ease then you’re sorely mistaken, Chrysalis.” She practically spat out my name, like it disgusted her to speak. “During our last encounter, I held back out of fear for my subjects’ safety; had the situation been more favorable I wouldn’t have hesitated to use my full power to eradicate you.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “Do. Not. Tempt. Me.”
A small part of me was afraid to hear Celestia’s words there, but I didn’t let it show and instead scoffed at her in response. “Yeah, like I’ll ever believe that.”
“You don’t have to,” Celestia replied simply. “I hope you’re okay with cold metal, because that’s all you’ll be seeing for a long time.”
The mule was approached by one of her guards and he whispered something in her ear. I didn’t bother trying to catch anything they said. It was over. I don’t know how she found us, but Princess Celestia somehow discovered the Love Hotel’s existence and decided to personally see to its end. Not that I’d expect anything less from her, but it really seemed this time like the changelings were set for life.
Sighing in defeat, I let my gaze wander around aimlessly. First to Celestia and her guard, then to the beautiful green glow of the bioluminescence coating the walls behind them, then eventually behind me to the lobby. The action was dwindling down by then, the guards having apprehended pretty much all the ponies and on-duty changelings; I figured they were somehow keeping the rest of my drones in the back at bay.
I noticed that a few of the ponies looked to be quite saddened. Some of the lesbian mares from earlier were practically crying, while a lone stallion who was in the next room over was slumped over and hanging his head sullenly. They all looked so pitiful, but I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at their reactions. Odds were quite high they’d get off very lightly, whereas the changeling swarm had basically been sentenced to death, since without me they’d never survive.
What a bunch of crybabies they are . . . wait a minute.
“Celestia?"
The princess was surprised to hear me speak up again. She ceased speaking to the guard and turned back to me. “What is it?”
I gestured with my head toward her little ponies. “Pardon my curiosity, but why are you taking your own subjects into custody?” I asked. “It seems rather uncharacteristic of you, in all honesty, but then again I don’t know you that well so maybe you’re really a dictator at hea-”
“That’s enough out of you, cretin,” the guard growled, pointing a hoof at me. “Princess Celestia has only Equestria’s best interests at heart, and right now that entails dealing justice for the crap you pulled at the wedding and-”
“At ease soldier,” Celestia interrupted, placing a placating hoof on his shoulder. He settled down and mumbled something I couldn’t hear over Celestia as she continued speaking. “My subjects are here of their own free will, that much I am aware of. Therefore, they will be tried for treason in aiding Equestria’s most wanted enemy.”
“I see,” I replied. Celestia and the guard were about to return to their conversation when I continued with, “You’re a fool, Celestia.”
The solar alicorn blinked almost stupidly in response, while the guard growled at me again and advanced toward me threateningly.
This time, Celestia didn’t hold him back. She wore her own expression of rage and replied with, “Do you have a death wish?”
I harked out a laugh. “I’ve grown so used to the threat of dying that me and my drones no longer fear it; it’s something we’ve lived with for longer than I can remember.” I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on me right then, and I probably sounded insane to the ponies with how I was speaking. “That all changed when we started this Love Hotel. For once in a very, very long time the threat of starvation is all but eliminated, all thanks to your little ponies’ willingness to give us their love in exchange for fulfilling their crushed sexual fantasies.”
I leveled an accusatory glare at Celestia, and was amused to see her recoil a bit in response. “I may not know everything about you, princess, but I do know that you’d never condone the extinction of an entire species.” My lips pulled back into a smirk. “Or maybe Princess Celestia of Equestria isn’t the wise, benevolent ruler she’s made out to be? Maybe she’s a spiteful bitch who can’t forgive someone for one poor decision? Is that what you are, Princess Celestia; is that really the kind of mare you are?”
I basked in the shocked stupor Celestia fell into once I’d finished. Not just her, either, but also the guard, and I imagined most of everyone else present was too. Celestia just stood there, unmoving and staring at me wide-eyed like a fish, her jaw making a few attempts at movement but failing each time.
Truthfully, I believed right then and there I’d royally pissed her off, and would be struck dead the instant she regained her bearings. Not that it mattered, though, since my departure from the changeling hive would ensure they all died off, leaving me with nothing if I was ever released from Celestia’s dungeon. I wanted the royal bitch to know exactly what she’d become before being hauled away to Canterlot; a horrid, intolerant dictator with no care for the needs of anything that didn’t worship her solar ass.
Celestia’s face eventually returned to normal, and she glanced toward the lobby with a solemn expression. Whether it was for my changelings or her ponies I couldn’t tell, but I didn’t drop my glare even a bit all the while.
“How desperate can a person be to stoop this low?” she said.
I arched a confused brow. “Are you referring to my changelings or your subjects?”
“Both, really,” Celestia answered. She turned to me with a wistful smile. “As well as you.”
Yes, Princess Points-out-the-obvious, we’re desperate enough for love to whore ourselves out to your little perverted subjects.
“Are you going somewhere with this?” I asked.
Celestia’s smile fell into a small frown and she narrowed her gaze at me, yet, it wasn’t hardened like before. Rather, she seemed to be judging me, probably how long I’d need to be locked away before the swarm died off.
“Perhaps we can come to an agreement,” Celestia said suddenly.
I was thrown for a loop there. The context behind those seven words was about the last thing I’d expected to hear from the princess right then. I stared blankly at her in response for at least a few seconds before managing to regain my bearings and respond with, “Go on.”
“You’re still going to be punished for invading Canterlot and attempting to take over Equestria,” she said with conviction. “However, if you’re willing to listen to me, we can see to it that not only will that punishment not entail jail time, but that your Love Hotel business remains intact and with the official support of Equestria.”
That . . . was almost too good to be true. Here I thought my kind was about to go extinct, and now we’re being given a chance to continue feeding off ponies’ love for their lost crushes?
“You’re being genuine here, right?” I asked. No doubt Celestia picked up on my suspicion. “If not, then that’s sinking pretty low, Celestia, kicking someone when they’re down and out.”
Celestia sighed exasperatedly. “I understand that my previous demeanor was rather harsh and intolerant-”
No shit.
“-But I would never stoop so low as to tease a beaten opponent with a hoofshake only to strike them one last time.” Her expression turned solemn again. “I’m willing to make a compromise, but only if you’re willing to listen to my terms, Chrysalis.”
“Like we have a choice,” I said, sighing. “Very well, I’ll listen to your terms.”
Nodding, Celestia lowered me down onto the floor. As soon as my hooves set down I felt a huge pain spike shoot through them, to which I let out an intense wail of agony and fell onto my side, wheezing uncontrollably.
“Err, sorry,” Celestia said, unfolding her ears as she blushed. “I forgot your legs were broken.”
If looks could kill . . .
When the changeling swarm invaded Canterlot, I was pleasantly surprised that Princess Luna had been absent throughout it all. She sure is a heavy sleeper, and had she not been, my goal of conquering Canterlot might have ended even before it actually did. Facing down just one alicorn was tough enough even with enhanced strength, but having to face down two would’ve been a worse nightmare than Luna’s alter ego, assuming she didn’t turn into it when facing against me, in which case I probably wouldn’t have survived.
At any rate, I knew next to nothing about Celestia’s sister personality-wise then. Now, however, I know at the very least she shares her sister’s hatred of me.
The three of us, as well as a small bunch of both my drones and the princesses’ guards, sat around a crystalline table placed directly upon the border between Equestria and the Badlands, everyone on their respective sides. The table had been brought by the princesses from Canterlot, because they ‘refused to allow [me] into Equestria to conduct the meeting’. As understandable as that reasoning was, the odd choice of location for this, by all means, official diplomatic meeting had me convinced there was more to this than what was noticeable. It’s for that reason I instructed my drones to be extra cautious and vigilant during the proceedings. I sat on one end with them on either side of me, while the princesses sat on the opposite end with their own guards next to them.
They all held expressions of utter disdain on their faces as they stared at me, and I was all too happy to return one in kind. Luna had been very vehement in voicing her disgust over the existence of my Love Hotel upon their arrival, but as far as I was concerned she was just a second Celestia, so I regarded her about the same way I had the solar alicorn the other day.
“Let’s get started then, shall we?” Celestia finally said.
“I thought you’d never ask, princess,” I replied.
Celestia lit her horn up, to which a single scroll levitated out from behind her side of the table. It floated over to my side, and one of my drones caught it in his grip before unfurling it on the table in front of me.
“Those are our proposed terms for your pardon,” Luna stated. “We may debate should you find any of the negotiable ones to be unsatisfactory, but there are some we will not compromise on.”
Nodding, I looked down and began reading the text, being extra careful not to miss any fine prints. Thankfully, the whole thing was short, sweet, and to the point, so at least the princesses were merciful in that regard. There were no fine prints from what I could read too, as well, so at least they weren’t trying to slip anything past me.
In exchange for an official pardon from their royal highnesses, Princesses Celestia and Luna of Equestria, for Queen Chrysalis of the changeling swarm, for invading Equestria as part of her attempt to overthrow the aforementioned mares from their seat of power, the following stipulations are demanded.
1. Forevermore, the changeling swarm is banned from setting hoof in Equestria. Non-negotiable
2. Failure to comply with the prior stipulation will result in the immediate eradication of the changeling swarm. Non-negotiable
3. While the Equestrian government shall officially sanction the Love Hotel, in no manner shall it advertise its practice and/or purpose. Non-negotiable
4. All stipulations are timeless, and shall apply to any and all future leaders of both the changeling swarm and Equestria.
5. This pardon has both the changeling swarm and the kingdom of Equestria officially recognize each other’s existence.
6. Should unforeseen circumstances necessitate cooperation between the kingdom of Equestria and the changeling swarm, the stipulations set forth by this pardon may be rendered null and void until said circumstances have come to pass.
7. The stipulations set forth by this pardon apply only to changelings that are affiliated with Queen Chrysalis and aren’t indicative of possible relations between Equestria and swarms not affiliated with her.
8. Should anypony who makes use of the services provided by the Love Hotel come under physical or mental harm by Queen Chrysalis or her changelings, pending an investigative query to determine where faults lie, the changeling swarm will once again be considered enemies to the safety of Equestria and eradicated. Non-negotiable
9. Territorial acquisitions for either Equestria or the Badlands buying a section of land from the other is hereby prohibited.
10. Queen Chrysalis formally apologizes for her attempted invasion of Canterlot to the Equestrian government. Non-negotiable
“This is quite a lot for a simple pardon,” I commented once finished reading. “It’s more akin to a treaty than anything.”
“Well, this is the first official diplomatic reading between our races,” Celestia said. “We decided it should make clear our relationship moving forward.”
“Not a very pleasant relationship, I see,” I noted dryly. “Nevertheless, so long as my Love Hotel can continue operating, I can agree to all of these conditions.”
Celestia seemed to adopt a faraway look in response, while Luna nodded sagely and levitated a quill over to me.
“Sign at the bottom if you’re absolutely sure,” she said.
I grabbed the quill with my own magic and signed in big, cursive letters at the bottom of the scroll. I then levitated both back over to the princesses, and watched as they took turns signing it themselves.
“Well, that’s it then,” Celestia said. She stood up and stretched a bit. “We’re done here.”
“Indeed,” I said.
The royal guards got up and moved to pick up the table. Luna wasted no time in turning around and beginning to lead them away into Equestria. I made to do the same with my changelings when Celestia’s voice halted me.
“Chrysalis, may I have one last word with you?” she asked.
I motioned for my changelings to continue back towards the Love Hotel, leaving just me and Celestia together on either side of the border between our homelands.
“Yes, Celestia?” I said.
Celestia gave me a wistful stare which I found to be both amusing and concerning. Amusing because it looked so out of place for her at that moment, and concerning for that very same reason. She appeared to stare through me for a while, as if analyzing my mind, before turning to look to either side of me.
“Do you particularly enjoy living here, in the Badlands?” she asked, turning back to face me.
I was confused by the question, particularly because of how random it seemed. I glanced to either side of me and took in the Badlands’ landscape. It was dreary, dull, depressing, and a whole lot of other things rather negative, but it had been the home of my and my swarm for such a long time, and we’d grown used to living here long ago despite its deplorable conditions.
“I wouldn’t say we enjoy living here, per se,” I replied, turning back to Celestia. “We’ve long since acclimated to its merciless environment, and we could continue living here indefinitely because we’re strong like that.” I smirked. “Not that I expect your little ponies could do the same.”
Celestia shook her head. “I wouldn’t expect, or even want, them to try,” she replied. “This place is just plain awful.”
“Of course you’d think that,” I snorted. “So, why’d you ask the question?”
Celestia gave me the same faraway look again, then sighed and looked downcast. She then muttered something unintelligible.
“Beg pardon?” I asked, leaning closer.
Celestia faced me again with a neutral gaze. “And how did you like Equestria?” she asked. “At least, from what little you saw of it?”
I stared blankly at her, once again confused by the question, before scrunching my face up in thought as I tried to remember some more prominent features of Equestria from what I saw during the invasion.
“Well, it’s certainly lush and vibrant, I remember that much,” I answered. Tapping my chin, I continued listing things I remembered. “I’ll admit I was rather amazed by the view afforded from Canterlot over the countryside, and the architecture, at least for Canterlot, was very exquisite.” I shrugged. “All in all, your home is a pretty nice place.” I tilted my head curiously. “Again, why are you asking me this?”
“So, you’re saying Equestria is preferable to the Badlands, correct?” Celestia asked yet again.
I snorted. “Any place is preferable to living in the Badlands,” I answered. “I’m pretty sure every living thing will agree with me on that. Now, why are you asking me all these questions, Celestia? We’ve signed the pardon, so why are you keeping me here?”
“Because I want you to realize something before we depart for the last time, Chrysalis,” she said. Celestia than fixed me with a stern glare that actually managed to make me worried for a second. “Though you may not believe this, I am a mare that cares for the well-being of all living things, and had you come to me seeking help instead of attempting to conquer Equestria, I would’ve been more than happy to extend that same courtesy to you and your swarm. All those things you said you liked about Equestria? You could’ve had the privilege of seeing many more sights like those, and whenever you wanted, had you shown trust in me.”
Her glare hardened, making me actually frown with slight trepidation as I instinctively took a small step back.
“But you didn’t trust me, did you Chrysalis?” Her tone was practically seething now. “Instead of looking to ally your race with us, you sought to conquer Equestria and make it your own little playground. It’s for that reason you’ll never set hoof in Equestria again, Chrysalis, and you’ll never have a better life than your current one in the Badlands.”
I found myself at a total loss for words in response. Celestia just stood there for a few seconds, gauging my reaction, or lack thereof, before turning around and following after her guards and sister.
I just stood there, watching her retreating figure for what felt like hours, but was probably little more than a few minutes, unable to move or speak. A whirlwind of emotions and thoughts churned through my mind, among them denial, fear, regret, and above all else sorrow. Everything Celestia said was correct. I hadn’t trusted her enough to just ask for help, nor did I ever entertain the idea that maybe changelings and ponies could be good allies.
I’d never believed we could, what with how different we were, and how xenophobic ponies generally are. But if Celestia, their ruler, had sanctioned an alliance between our races, then maybe her little ponies would’ve been more accepting of us.
But it was too late for that now. I’d already signed the pardon and agreed to all of its terms, rather hastily in hindsight.
With a sigh, I turned around and began trudging back to the Love Hotel. I hadn’t made it about ten steps before turning back to look at Equestria. That was as close as I’d ever get to it again, and just knowing that fact made me shed a tear, which fell to the ground by my hooves, dampening the otherwise dry soil.
Tearing my gaze away from Equestria, I resumed walking, and a single thought ran through my head.
This must be how my clients feel after losing their crushes.
