Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

Ember sat in her throne, surrounded by some of her subjects, subjects that were very interested in how she was smelling right now. She’d since popped out Garble’s, and they were being taken care of, but now it was time again, and this time she could have a proper mating with a proper rape in a proper situation.

She didn’t have any important government or defense things to be doing, so as far as Ember was concerned, it was open season on her slit. She fully expected to be bent over her own royal throne as she was raped, which would be absurd in any culture but theirs. And it would be rape, because Ember didn’t like any of these fools.

Given this was the Dragon Lord’s pussy they’d be putting eggs into, there was likely so much fighting that it could have been mistaken for a war zone. Thus far this had only resulted in three actually getting to the throne room, all at the same time. There was Billy, a lanky orange thing, Ballista, an overly long pink monstrosity, and Clump, who was so fat he might accidentally crush her.

Oh no wait, there was another coming in. Chrysalis?

“Chrysalis,” Ember growled, “I told you that you need to respect our culture. The only ones in the throne room right now should be me and suitors.”

“Oh but that’s what I’m here doing,” Chrysalis smirked, “Respecting your culture. I'm here to earn the right to mate with you.

Ember stared for a moment as if taken aback that Chrysalis actually went through with competing. Ember had thought that was a joke.

She relented, “Fine, but your natural form only; does your natural form have the right parts WITHOUT shifting anything?”

“All changeling queens are hermaphrodite,” Chrysalis grinned. “I shift other types of cocks to look like others, because frankly my natural one would freak you out... but I can give you the raw thing.”

“She can’t!” Ballista bellowed, “She’s not even a dragon! You’ll have bug things!”

“She has the ability to impregnate me with hatchlings that are 100% dragon,” Ember said, “Anyone that can manage that has a right to compete.”

“She could be lying!” Clump argued.

“She isn’t,” said Ember, “She’s shown she can do this sort of thing with her alicorn child. Now stop complaining.”

The real reason they didn't want her to compete, of course, is that all of them knew that Chrysalis could waste them. Even without magic, she was strong enough to break an average dragon’s back with relative ease. The three drakes looked like they were considering backing off, but that smell was so strong now, their senses started to get overwhelmed.

They didn’t have to pair off, which meant all of them would be coming right for the biggest threat, but that was fine. Chrysalis loved throwing creatures around in throne rooms.

First, Billy, attempting to get her from behind, discovered that her tail was more prehensile than it looked. When he rushed in, the tail whipped him hard between his legs, doubling him over, then literally picked him up by the neck and violently threw him into the wall.

Clump fared no better, who Chrysalis head-butted, and that jagged horn didn't do his head any favors. She rolled him over, grabbed him by the tail in her teeth, and slung him around, slamming him into the wall with relatively little effort.

Ballista thought better of this and actually turned to run, but Chrysalis rushed after him, grabbing his tail just as he was leaving, twirling him around three times before slinging him out the door, pummeling into several others that were arriving like a bowling ball. When Billy and Clump staggered out of the throne room and quite literally fled for their lives, no one else seemed interested in going in there.

Chrysalis chuckled, turning back towards Ember and strutting towards the throne.

Ember took a deep breath, “You’ve earned the right to mate with me, very well.”

Chrysalis smirked, “You’re so cold during these rituals, love, can’t I see just a little enthusiasm?”

Ember did give a small smile, “Well, it’s just that I’m not supposed to give it to you. You’re supposed to take it.”

She wanted it rough; Chrysalis could do rough. She rushed the throne, grabbing Ember suddenly by the neck and squeezing, getting a surprise yelp before Ember gagged. Ember didn’t let her have it without a struggle, putting both feet on her chest to try and push her away. Chrysalis’ tail looped around and grabbed Ember around her feet though. It whipped her upside down, cracking her head into the marble throne in the process. It was clearly on purpose, given that she drew Ember back and smacked her head against it again.

By the time Ember started flapping her wings, Chrysalis yanked her down again, slamming Ember’s wings into the arms of the throne, one breaking with a very loud crack. Chrysalis had actually looking into dragon 'culture', and knew she wasn’t supposed to stop for broken bones, though she did attempt not to break any others as she flipped Ember back onto the throne, pushing her back to sit in it again, and pulling herself against her.

Ember’s legs kicked around her. Chrysalis’ ovipositor slid against Ember’s belly wetly, but Ember kept pulling her back and forth, clenching her legs around Chrysalis’s hips and slinging her off course.

“For fuck’s sake!” Chrysalis finally said, moving back, grasping Ember’s left leg, and slamming it against the marble arm of the throne, breaking it bad enough for bone to jut from flesh. “Stop kicking, you insufferable tight-pussy bitch!” Chrysalis drew a hoof back and slammed it into Ember’s muzzle hard, knocking her back against the throne.

Ember cried out, clenching her teeth, just a few tears before she contained them. Chrysalis licked the few tears away, and pinned Ember again, leaning on the broken leg any time she squirmed too much. It must have been okay, because Ember wasn’t calling any guards, or saying much of anything else, she was just clenching her teeth.

Ember’s eyes went large when Chrysalis’ ovipositor snaked out about her slit, which was of course pouring fluid in her currently fertile state. Chrysalis could see the 'fuck that is creepy' in Ember's eyes.

“You asked for the real thing you cunt, and that’s what you’re getting,” Chrysalis ovipositor slid against her slit, pulsing large as she pushed it inside. Though it wasn’t quite an ovipositor in this situation, because right now it was getting ready to pump her full of sperm.

Ember squirmed, clearly freaked out just a little at what she felt invading her. She shoved Chrysalis back with her arms, growling at her, “You are fucking nasty.”

Ember was shocked when Chrysalis gave her no warning, grabbing one arm and twisting it until it snapped, then twisting it more until it cracked again. Ember cried out, and moaned a bit, at Chrysalis’ sudden violence, her body shaking violently beneath her.

“STAY. STILL.” Chrysalis roared in her face, “Every time you resist, I’m gonna break another limb! So open your legs and take it!"

Ember did just that, as much as she could, and finally Chrysalis was able to work her hips into a smooth thrusting motion, pounding their bellies together with wet smacks as she forced her organ deeper, stretching and invaded Ember’s egg chamber. “That’s it, you’re just meat to be impregnated. Learn your fucking place!” Well talking down to her was what Chrysalis' 'research' had indicated was proper, and it was pretty damned fun, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was fucking up their relationship.

Chrysalis made long stokes in and out, feeling every part of Ember squeeze and convulse around her, and it only got better when she leaned against a broken limb to send more stabbing pains into her ‘mate’. Ember’s whole greedy system milked her as her tip slid around her womb, feeling out and crevices, the lengths twisting about inside her.

Chrysalis leaned forward, face inches from Ember’s and growled, drooling onto the dragon’s muzzle. Even in normal form, Chrysalis normally made a few adjustments to make herself less frightening, but now Ember was getting a rare look at the full monster. Ember’s lips quivered, trying so hard to hold it back, but tears of real fear rolled down her face. like she honestly wasn’t sure if Chrysalis was going to breed her or eat her.

“Let me feel those slutty hips push back, or I start snapping fingers,” Chrysalis growled, then running her tongue up the side of her face to taste her tears. Ember looked more frightened when she realized Chrysalis was savoring the taste of her tears... but her pussy convulsed even harder around Chrysalis's shaft.

Ember pushed her rump upward, rolling her hips against Chrysalis. Despite how Chrysalis was treating her, Ember was still sopping wet. In fact she was more so than before. Their hips moved together, and she felt Ember’s whole system seem to tighten up around her. They quickly increased, finally Ember busting out moan as if she’d been trying to hold it in, arching her back as her pussy exploded around the wormy shaft within, juice spraying out around the penetration.

Chrysalis groaned as well, the river of convulsions sending her off, thick globs of changeling sperm pushing through her shaft. The globs were so thick that they could be seen swelling her belly as they moved, splurting out a thick mess that invaded Ember’s womb, moving around as if it were analyzing her. Finally it surrounded her eggs with gunk and then blasting a jolt of seed around each; dragon seed.

Chrysalis panted atop Ember, and Ember carefully placed her good hand on Chrysalis’ shoulder, hoping she didn’t set her off again too badly. She looked down at her own belly, swelling more than she thought a freshly impregnated belly should, even undulating visibly like a giant maggot were wriggling around inside. She looked very fucking freaked out, but all the same, she felt her heat dying down already.

“Chrysalis? We’ve finished mating, you can stop.” Ember said carefully.

Chrysalis shook her head to clear her thoughts as she pulled back, yanking her slimy prehensile organ from Ember, the dragon watching it with wide eyes as it retracted to its place. Chrysalis looked at Ember’s limbs that were very much at unacceptable angles.

“Oh gods I hurt you,” Chrysalis started to panic. "Fuck I ruined it... I really liked you."

Ember chuckled, “It’s okay, dragons regenerate. Just bend them back so they don’t heal at a wrong angle.”

Chrysalis did so, Ember twitching with each of those movements, but finally sitting up in her blood and spunk covered throne with her bones in the right places.

“I’m sorry,” Chrysalis sounded sure she was hated now.

“Are you kidding me?” Ember asked, “I never thought I'd ever find a drake that I could use all my strength to resist and him still kick my ass and put one in me. Chrysalis, you are amazing.”

“Yeah, I guess I did,” Chrysalis nodded, “I just thought I might have been too rough because I get excited sometimes... when I’m hurting someone.“

“This meant a lot to me,” Ember pulled Chrysalis’ muzzle toward her with her good hand, and gave her a deep kiss, despite her still looking frightening, their long tongues playing together. Ember finally pulled back, “It meant a lot that you wanted to be a part of my culture even when you’re keeping your own together, and Chrysalis, if it had been proper for me to choose, I would have chosen you.”

"Well," smirked Chrysalis, "It was nice to be fully myself, even if... well I thought I might have freaked you out."

"Are you kidding?" laughed Ember, "Freaked out doesn't even cover it; I was absolutely terrified." Ember ran her hand over her own belly again, eyeing that bulge, which was still wriggling just a bit. "Though speaking of being freaked out...is this normal? It's not gonna burst out of my belly and start chewing on faces, is it?"

“That will go away,“ Chrysalis assured her, “That sort of makes certain you got the right type of genetic material, but it’ll dissolve in a few days now that it’s done.”

"Genetic-what-now did you put in there?" Ember stared.

"Seed," Chrysalis said; she forgot other races weren't as advanced in that field as her own.

“You are one strange fuck,” Ember shook her head and chuckled.