Peace at Last Side Stories: The Prince and the Queens-Book I-Ambrosiaby Prince_StaghornChaptersWhat?Pig in a Butcher ShopPreperationRelieving Tension (NSFW Chapter)EpiloguePrologue: Curiosity KillsShe's Insane... What?"What?" "Stag, I can't make it clearer. You. Ambrosia. Miasma. Bed. Sex. Foals." Stag heard what his mother had said... then promptly passed out. Why? Why is this happening to me? Why couldn't they have asked for a more normal type of treaty? I can't do this, I'm a married stallion! Why me!?! *** In old times, it was common for changeling royals to have not only a paper contract, but a flesh-and-blood contract in the form of a foal sired by a member of both royal houses. If Miasma, Ambrosia, Calliphora, Myxine, or any of the Equestrian Changeling rulers wanted that sort of contract, the duty to "supply the ink" would fall to Stag, seeing as he was the only still-potent stallion in his family.^ Ambrosia and Miasma wanted this sort of contract, which meant very soon, Stag would need to sire two foals, one to each queen. The problem being Stag had only ever had foals with one mare, and that wasn't until he and Double had married at 20, after dating from the time they were 13, and growing up together after meeting at 1 before that. From there, they had spent their years together before finally deciding to have foals. Now, Mandible and Silkworm were 10 years old, and Stag and Double were at the comfortable age of 220 years^^. Their conception had happened after Stag and Double had built a relationship that had grown and blossomed over two centuries. Now Stag was expected to bed two mares and have at least one foal each in just one year. So he had responded to this upsetting news in the only way which seemed appropriate. However, he would need to wake up some time. *** Stag woke up in his room. Double was beside the bed. "How long was I out?" "The entire trip, and three hours after that." "Oh..." "Yeah. You hungry?" "No. I... I just have a lot to think about..." "Alright. I'll be back later." "Thanks, Double." Double nodded, then left her husband alone. Stag, for his part, began thinking. Okay. I have a year. I play my cards right, I can smoothly transition into this. I can do this. I will do this. I will get in the bed with them and make foals. I know I can do that much. Which one first, though? Stag went over what he knew about the two mares. Ambrosia was quite curious and rather playful, but had a tendency to be a ditz... in the worst possible way. She had little conscience, and often hurt others by accident, simply because she didn't know she was being cruel. Starving creatures in order to see how skinny they would get and stabbing others up to 47 times in the chest were common. She wasn't evil, and in fact, she had the carefree personality of a teenage mare, but she just had no concept of what was right or wrong. Despite this, she was actually a good queen, and her subjects loved her. Of all the Swarms, hers was the most carefree, collecting love by disguising themselves as females dancing in the woods, luring stallions into sticky traps, siphoning off a little love, then letting them go with no memory of what had happened, as long as Ambrosia didn't decide to starve one. And she was beautiful by the standards of all equines. Miasma, on the other hoof, was vain, snobby, and always tried to act superior. However, her tendency to bathe in sewer water meant she always wanted two changelings to accompany her on public visits, swinging incense. Combined with the perfumes she used, most beings couldn't be around her for long. On top of this, her table manners were atrocious. She ate anything, no matter how rotten, moldy, or fungus-ridden, and practically (and occasionally literally) rolled around in it. Her Swarm was nomadic, but always took refuge in the sewers of any large city, though Manehattan was a favorite. They had no specific way to collect positive emotions. They were opportunists shaped by the cities they loved. Stag considered the options. Let's see. Known, but unknowing murderer, or smelly know-it-all? Miasma probably has more experience... but Ambrosia's more beautiful. Ambrosia has better table manners... but Miasma's probably more clever. But Miasma has a HORRIBLE temper. At least Ambrosia's happy most of the time Okay, I'm definitely going with Ambrosia first. Heh, maybe I can teach her a few things on the side... like the concept and difference between "bad" and "good". And, despite himself, Stag let a small smile form. However, it faded the more he thought about it. He spoke out loud* "I can do this. I am going to go into the Everfree, court Ambrosia, and..." He practically choked. He couldn't say it. ...And i'm going to make a foal with her... Oh, just be honest with yourself, Stag! You're going to have sex with her! With that, Stag passed out again. Author's Note ^Well, technically there was his father, but he wasn't technically a member of the royal family anymore. ^^Making them two decades older than Granny Smith. However, the two, by pony standards, looked like they were in their late 20s or early 30s Pig in a Butcher ShopA few weeks had passed since the bombshell had been dropped, and Stag was now walking through the Everfree towards the home of the Honeycomb Swarm. He knew he was in the right place when he saw the sticky traps. They were simple, consisting of puddles of a yellow substance. Condensed changeling magic^, made sticky in order to trap unwary travelers. Stag paused when he saw the desiccated corpse of a ram, but then continued onward. *** The home of the Honeycomb Swarm consisted of hollowed-out trees, along with bridges connecting tree platforms. The changelings had bright yellow eyes and golden carapaces, and most of them were going about their lives happy as could be. Stag approached a large oak tree in the center of the "village." Flanking a large door were two guards, armed with pikes. Stag drew himself up to his full height. "I, Prince Staghorn Flitterwaif Roachanov, Son of Queen Chrysalis, Descendant of King Metamorphosis, and heir to the Changeling Empire of Neighpon, have come to seek audience with Queen Ambrosia." The two stood aside, and the door opened, revealing a long tunnel. Stag walked through the tunnel, dimly lit with sunstones, until he reached a large underground rotunda. On a raised Dias was a simple wooden bench/throne, upon which Ambrosia lounged, snoring lightly. She was beautiful. Her honey-gold locks were straight, cascading off the throne and touching the ground. Her slightly curved horn stood on her brow. Strange yellow stripes adorned her body, one around the base of her neck, and one just under each shoulder. Around the room, the light of the sunstones were joined by the soft green of glowing mushrooms and the light blue of Will o' wisps bobbing through the cave. Several of the glowing parasprites were eating the mushrooms, their glowing wings contrasting with their cherry-red bodies and green eyes. A small pool was in the corner, a waterfall trickling into it, the shaft above it providing the only sunlight in the cave. The beauty was ruined by the carcass of a bear that was laying on the floor. The poor beast was laying in a pool of blood, stuck in place by a sticky trap. Several holes were in its chest, showing it had clearly been gored to death. Stag gulped, then cleared his throat. "Queen Ambrosia?" The queen's ears twitched, and she yawned, slowly stretching, blinking slowly before her eyes focused. "Are you Stag?" Stag nodded, and she grinned, leaping at the stallion and wrapping him in a hug. 'I'm SO happy to meet you! I mean, I was hoping you'd come, but after a few days I started worrying and I thought you weren't coming, but you're here now and we can go on dates and dance and get flowers and..." "Ambrosia, what happened with the bear?" She let go of him. "Well?" "Well, I was sitting on my throne..." "Uh huh..." "Watching the wisps..." "Okay..." "And this bear fell through the hole..." "Go on..." "And I stabbed him 47 times in the chest." Silence. "Amby, that kills things!" She blushed slightly at the nickname. Looking at the mare, Stag felt like a pig in a butcher shop. If I die, I'm going to haunt mom for the rest of her life. Author's Note ^Changeling slime and cocoons are not organic in nature. Instead, they are condensed magic. the more condensed, the more solid. PreperationThe weeks passed. Stag took Ambrosia on one date every week, and visited nearly every other day. A change happened in Ambrosia's behavior. Fewer and fewer individuals went missing after going into the Everfree, and Ambrosia's subjects began mingling with Ponyville residents. It was now Midsummer's Eve, and Stag was preparing for his weekly date. "Turning into quite a Casanova, aren't you?" Stag looked at Double. "Double, I promise you, I could never love her like I do you." Double smirked. "I know." During the entire time since receiving the news, Double had been... really indifferent to the whole matter, a rather shocking thing to some of her pony friends. Naturally, these friends were fairly high-ranking members of the Equestrian Guard: Barricade, Night Shade, and Harbinger, Captains of the Pegasus, Night, and Earth Pony Guard, respectively.^ ~Several Weeks Ago~ At the table where Double and her friends played a weekly game of cards, Harbinger was silent. The old earth pony stallion stared at the changeling mare. But it was Barricade who spoke first. "So, let's see if I have this right..." the massive yellow and pink mare paused. "Due to some sort of old changeling practice, the prince, your HUSBAND, has to sleep with another mare and get her pregnant?" Double peered over the top of her cards. "Yep." Night Watch put down a three of a kind. "And you're just okay with that?" Double put down a royal flush, adding the bits on the table to her winnings. "Why wouldn't I be? It's not like they're getting married. Besides, doesn't Equestrian law say a stallion can have up to 10 members in a herd?" Harbinger began dealing out the cards again. "Yes, but few stallions actually go so far as to do that. Most only have one, and I've never heard of a stallion having more than three." Double looked at her cards. "Look, it's different. This is the sort of spice we have to help strengthen our bond. We've been married 200 years. Some go on romantic retreats, I let Stag have free periods where he gets to sleep with some changeling or earth pony mares." Barricade placed her bet on the table. "So why is he so nervous about this time?" Double placed her own bet. " Because this wasn't one of our 'free periods'." Night Shade placed a few bits down. "...Wait, earth ponies?" Double looked at the noctral mare, reading any facial cues. "Yeah. It's a turn-on for him when we roleplay." Harbinger grimaced as he placed his own bet. "A little too much information, Double." "Sorry." Double won again, and Night Shade was out of bits. She glared at the changeling mare, currently disguised as a slenderpony mare. If she had any facial features, Double would have smiled. "There's no rules against changing into a species with the ultimate poker face." ~ Stag arrived back from the date, and promptly trudged up to his room. Double was waiting. Stag sighed. "It's happening tomorrow." Double looked up from her book. "Nervous?" "Yeah..." "Don't be. I know just how to get you ready." "How could you..." Stag's voice trailed off as he noticed Double's attire. It was a green negligée, perfect on her body. "Come, my king. I'll make sure you're relaxed by tomorrow." Author's Note ^She of course had met other higher ranking officers in the guard, she just had never formed a close friendship with them. Among them were: Nathriel, Captain of the Night Vanguard Blade Dancer, Colonel-in-Chief of the Solar Guard Contessa Svelteyanka ‘Svelte’ Philomela Von Nocturne, Colonel-in-Chief of The Royal Guardians of the Night and Captain of Her Highness Princess Luna’s Royal Bodyguard. Ironsides Portcullis, Head of the General Staff of the Royal Guardians of the Peace and Britannia Whinneyvere Buckingham-McScone, Captain of the Royal Equestrian Expeditionary Force, Lieutenant Warder of the Royal Treasure Vaults and Night Commander of Princess Luna’s Ancient Order of the Nocturnal Realm. Relieving Tension (NSFW Chapter) WARNING: The following chapter contains intimate details of changeling mating habits. It is possible to skip this chapter without disrupting the flow of the story. I'm serious. If this will make you uncomfortable, you can just not read it and move on to the next chapter. If you read it anyway, don't say I didn't warn you. I mean, the "Mature" and "Sex" tags are there for a reason. Still here? Alright. I warned you. Stag's wings vibrated in arousal as he advanced towards the bed. No words were spoken after Double's invitation. The two preferred to let their actions speak for them in this sort of situation. Double slipped off her outfit, serving to get the stallion excited even further. Stag climbed into the bed, and Double gently rolled onto her back. Tonight she was letting Stag be the active lover, letting him work her over. The two had been together long enough to know each other's weak points, and they made the foreplay just as enjoyable as the actual sex. It began with a passionate kiss, tongues entwining in a dance, before their lips parted. Stag focused on her ears, lightly blowing in them, making her shudder, before gently nibbling, causing Double to moan lightly. It was then that Stag began lightly kissing her, slowly moving down her body before reaching her teats, tucked between her back legs. Smirking, Stag began to tease one with his tongue before suckling. Double moaned louder. Milk finally reached Stag's lips. Double was by no means an active milk mare, but her body did occasionally make it outside of those times when she was pregnant. While not as sweet as the substance she made when she was nursing a foal, it was still wonderful to Stag's taste buds, creamy and warm. Finally, Stag finished, moving to Double's marehood. He teased her clit, briefly caressing it with his tongue and making her moan louder than ever, before shoving his muzzle in, inhaling her scent, tongue working furiously, licking and tasting the salty folds. He was unrelenting, and it wasn't long before Double released. Stag withdrew, his wife's fluids dripping from his face. He smiled devilishly and, deciding Double should do some of the work, leaned back and presented his stallionhood. Double stared at the hard shaft, an expression of lust in her eyes. Fairly good-sized, mostly black, with a few lighter-colored spots, and a small bead of precum at the tip. Double gently began stroking it, making Stag shudder, before slowly licking up its length. Now Stag was moaning, which only got louder as Double teased the tip before taking it in her mouth and bobbing her head. Stag bit his lip to silence his sounds of passion as he felt his member slide down Double's throat, going deeper each time. As Double continued, she used her tongue to apply pressure to the underside of the organ. When she finally reached the base, her tongue flicked out to caress his testes before retreating again. Double continued this process for several minutes before she decided he'd had enough. Deepthroating his spear a final time, her throat contracted and she moaned, vibrating the organ. Stag moaned loudly, and Double felt as his shaft began pumping his seed into her stomach. When he finished, she slowly withdrew, taking time to clean it with her tongue. Once it was out, still ready, she presented her plot, and lifted her tail. Stag recovered quickly, caressing her flanks before mounting. Double gasped as he slid into her, quickly giving way to the sounds of both changelings moaning in pleasure. Stag was slow at first, but began picking up speed, thrusting harder and deeper into the mare. Normally, he could go like this for a surprising length of time, as could Double, but both were beyond themselves with both lust and love. The scent of their lovemaking filled the room, and with a final, powerful thrust, they both went over the edge, screaming loudly as they found release. Stag withdrew his member, coated in his and Double's fluids, and it slowly retracted back into its sheathe. Both changelings were panting and sweating. Cuddling up to each other, they fell into a gentle sleep. EpilogueThe sun wafted through the window, shining on the two sleeping changelings. Stag yawned, then got up to go take a shower, briefly kissing the still-sleeping Double on her head. *** This was it. This was the day Stag was going to Ambrosia to seal a pact between their kingdoms. He wasn't nervous. He just knew it needed to be done. He entered the entrance to her chambers. *** The two lay cuddled up in Ambrosia's bed, basking in the afterglow. "That. Was. Amazing." Stag smiled. "You're not the first one to say that. So, think it worked?" Ambrosia poked her stomach. "I don't know." "Well, if it did, I hope it's a filly. What should we name her?" Ambrosia considered. "Eggyolk." Stag nuzzled the mare. "Perfect." *** Double was waiting when Stag got home. "How was it?" "Good." "Anything interesting?" "She wasn't as good as you, and if it's a filly, the name's Eggyolk." She kissed his cheek. "I got a surprise for you." "Oh?" Double held up a pregnancy test. On it was something Stag didn't expect to see. + "I... we... you... pregnant? Double nodded, grinning. Stag fainted again. Double rolled her eyes, then carried him to bed and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, sweet prince." With that, she walked out. Prologue: Curiosity KillsHe didn't know how long he'd been here. For days now, the ram had been trapped in this spot after walking into the Everfree, only to get lost. Timberwolves had chased him, but the minute he became stuck in this yellow stuff, they ran off, whimpering. Days had passed. He had barely managed to hang on to life by eating the grass he could reach. That had gone many days ago, and now his skin hung to his bones. He was dying. A flittering sound. The ram looked up. Staring from a tree branch was a pair of green-gold eyes with slit pupils. Throat dry from lack of water, the ram spoke. "Please... help me..." The eyes kept staring, blinking occasionally. "Please..." Still no response. "Why won't you help!?!" the ram yelled. The being the eyes belonged to tilted her head, as if the answer was obvious. "I want to see how thin you can get, silly!" ~~~ Peace at Last Side Stories the Prince and the Queens Book I: Ambrosia She's Insane... She's Insane... Stag was nervous. He had decided to take things smooth, to gradually transition into the idea of... what he would eventually have to do, and currently, that meant a the first of three planned dates. Of course, Ambrosia wasn't the type you could take to a fine restaurant in Canterlot. Too many victims and witnesses if her "curiosity" got the better of her. No, it would be a simple picnic in the forest. A few flowers as an appetizer, various herbs, and a pair of ezemars for dessert. The two bound and gagged pink tortoises struggled a little. Stag took a deep breath. This would work. *** Stag and Ambrosia watched as the two pink reptiles wandered away, a little dizzy but otherwise unharmed. The ambiance during the picnic had been perfect, but the two had spoken very little. Now that Stag believed the queen was placated, he spoke. "Ambrosia, we need to talk." "About what?" Stag considered, wording his sentence carefully. "About those things you like to do to other creatures." "You mean the fun stuff?" She's insane! "Amby, I know you don't mean it, but the stuff you do is really bad." "How?" Okay, I got her interested. that's good. "Well... how would you feel if someone you knew and liked went into the woods and never came back?" "Sad." "That's good. Well, how do you think everyone who knew the ponies you keep until they die feel when those ponies don't come back?" "Sad?" "That's right. Amby, you need to stop doing these things. Seeing how skinny ponies can get isn't a good thing." "I don't like talking about this..." "Amby, we need to. Just promise me, no more keeping others trapped, and no more stabbing." She was silent. "Amby?" More silence. She was obviously deep in thought, something that normally only occurred during pressing matters concerning her subjects. She was a good queen when it came to her own changelings, and her methods worked for her Swarm's lifestyle, so she never had to do a lot of contemplating unless it was important. Now this... this was a lot to take in. But Stag patiently waited. She finally responded. "Alright. I promise." Stag smiled. "Thanks, Amby." The two shared a small kiss, then went their separate ways. The date had gone exactly as Stag planned. He'd keep helping her like this. It would take time, but it would be worth it.
What?"What?" "Stag, I can't make it clearer. You. Ambrosia. Miasma. Bed. Sex. Foals." Stag heard what his mother had said... then promptly passed out. Why? Why is this happening to me? Why couldn't they have asked for a more normal type of treaty? I can't do this, I'm a married stallion! Why me!?! *** In old times, it was common for changeling royals to have not only a paper contract, but a flesh-and-blood contract in the form of a foal sired by a member of both royal houses. If Miasma, Ambrosia, Calliphora, Myxine, or any of the Equestrian Changeling rulers wanted that sort of contract, the duty to "supply the ink" would fall to Stag, seeing as he was the only still-potent stallion in his family.^ Ambrosia and Miasma wanted this sort of contract, which meant very soon, Stag would need to sire two foals, one to each queen. The problem being Stag had only ever had foals with one mare, and that wasn't until he and Double had married at 20, after dating from the time they were 13, and growing up together after meeting at 1 before that. From there, they had spent their years together before finally deciding to have foals. Now, Mandible and Silkworm were 10 years old, and Stag and Double were at the comfortable age of 220 years^^. Their conception had happened after Stag and Double had built a relationship that had grown and blossomed over two centuries. Now Stag was expected to bed two mares and have at least one foal each in just one year. So he had responded to this upsetting news in the only way which seemed appropriate. However, he would need to wake up some time. *** Stag woke up in his room. Double was beside the bed. "How long was I out?" "The entire trip, and three hours after that." "Oh..." "Yeah. You hungry?" "No. I... I just have a lot to think about..." "Alright. I'll be back later." "Thanks, Double." Double nodded, then left her husband alone. Stag, for his part, began thinking. Okay. I have a year. I play my cards right, I can smoothly transition into this. I can do this. I will do this. I will get in the bed with them and make foals. I know I can do that much. Which one first, though? Stag went over what he knew about the two mares. Ambrosia was quite curious and rather playful, but had a tendency to be a ditz... in the worst possible way. She had little conscience, and often hurt others by accident, simply because she didn't know she was being cruel. Starving creatures in order to see how skinny they would get and stabbing others up to 47 times in the chest were common. She wasn't evil, and in fact, she had the carefree personality of a teenage mare, but she just had no concept of what was right or wrong. Despite this, she was actually a good queen, and her subjects loved her. Of all the Swarms, hers was the most carefree, collecting love by disguising themselves as females dancing in the woods, luring stallions into sticky traps, siphoning off a little love, then letting them go with no memory of what had happened, as long as Ambrosia didn't decide to starve one. And she was beautiful by the standards of all equines. Miasma, on the other hoof, was vain, snobby, and always tried to act superior. However, her tendency to bathe in sewer water meant she always wanted two changelings to accompany her on public visits, swinging incense. Combined with the perfumes she used, most beings couldn't be around her for long. On top of this, her table manners were atrocious. She ate anything, no matter how rotten, moldy, or fungus-ridden, and practically (and occasionally literally) rolled around in it. Her Swarm was nomadic, but always took refuge in the sewers of any large city, though Manehattan was a favorite. They had no specific way to collect positive emotions. They were opportunists shaped by the cities they loved. Stag considered the options. Let's see. Known, but unknowing murderer, or smelly know-it-all? Miasma probably has more experience... but Ambrosia's more beautiful. Ambrosia has better table manners... but Miasma's probably more clever. But Miasma has a HORRIBLE temper. At least Ambrosia's happy most of the time Okay, I'm definitely going with Ambrosia first. Heh, maybe I can teach her a few things on the side... like the concept and difference between "bad" and "good". And, despite himself, Stag let a small smile form. However, it faded the more he thought about it. He spoke out loud* "I can do this. I am going to go into the Everfree, court Ambrosia, and..." He practically choked. He couldn't say it. ...And i'm going to make a foal with her... Oh, just be honest with yourself, Stag! You're going to have sex with her! With that, Stag passed out again. Author's Note ^Well, technically there was his father, but he wasn't technically a member of the royal family anymore. ^^Making them two decades older than Granny Smith. However, the two, by pony standards, looked like they were in their late 20s or early 30s
Pig in a Butcher ShopA few weeks had passed since the bombshell had been dropped, and Stag was now walking through the Everfree towards the home of the Honeycomb Swarm. He knew he was in the right place when he saw the sticky traps. They were simple, consisting of puddles of a yellow substance. Condensed changeling magic^, made sticky in order to trap unwary travelers. Stag paused when he saw the desiccated corpse of a ram, but then continued onward. *** The home of the Honeycomb Swarm consisted of hollowed-out trees, along with bridges connecting tree platforms. The changelings had bright yellow eyes and golden carapaces, and most of them were going about their lives happy as could be. Stag approached a large oak tree in the center of the "village." Flanking a large door were two guards, armed with pikes. Stag drew himself up to his full height. "I, Prince Staghorn Flitterwaif Roachanov, Son of Queen Chrysalis, Descendant of King Metamorphosis, and heir to the Changeling Empire of Neighpon, have come to seek audience with Queen Ambrosia." The two stood aside, and the door opened, revealing a long tunnel. Stag walked through the tunnel, dimly lit with sunstones, until he reached a large underground rotunda. On a raised Dias was a simple wooden bench/throne, upon which Ambrosia lounged, snoring lightly. She was beautiful. Her honey-gold locks were straight, cascading off the throne and touching the ground. Her slightly curved horn stood on her brow. Strange yellow stripes adorned her body, one around the base of her neck, and one just under each shoulder. Around the room, the light of the sunstones were joined by the soft green of glowing mushrooms and the light blue of Will o' wisps bobbing through the cave. Several of the glowing parasprites were eating the mushrooms, their glowing wings contrasting with their cherry-red bodies and green eyes. A small pool was in the corner, a waterfall trickling into it, the shaft above it providing the only sunlight in the cave. The beauty was ruined by the carcass of a bear that was laying on the floor. The poor beast was laying in a pool of blood, stuck in place by a sticky trap. Several holes were in its chest, showing it had clearly been gored to death. Stag gulped, then cleared his throat. "Queen Ambrosia?" The queen's ears twitched, and she yawned, slowly stretching, blinking slowly before her eyes focused. "Are you Stag?" Stag nodded, and she grinned, leaping at the stallion and wrapping him in a hug. 'I'm SO happy to meet you! I mean, I was hoping you'd come, but after a few days I started worrying and I thought you weren't coming, but you're here now and we can go on dates and dance and get flowers and..." "Ambrosia, what happened with the bear?" She let go of him. "Well?" "Well, I was sitting on my throne..." "Uh huh..." "Watching the wisps..." "Okay..." "And this bear fell through the hole..." "Go on..." "And I stabbed him 47 times in the chest." Silence. "Amby, that kills things!" She blushed slightly at the nickname. Looking at the mare, Stag felt like a pig in a butcher shop. If I die, I'm going to haunt mom for the rest of her life. Author's Note ^Changeling slime and cocoons are not organic in nature. Instead, they are condensed magic. the more condensed, the more solid.
PreperationThe weeks passed. Stag took Ambrosia on one date every week, and visited nearly every other day. A change happened in Ambrosia's behavior. Fewer and fewer individuals went missing after going into the Everfree, and Ambrosia's subjects began mingling with Ponyville residents. It was now Midsummer's Eve, and Stag was preparing for his weekly date. "Turning into quite a Casanova, aren't you?" Stag looked at Double. "Double, I promise you, I could never love her like I do you." Double smirked. "I know." During the entire time since receiving the news, Double had been... really indifferent to the whole matter, a rather shocking thing to some of her pony friends. Naturally, these friends were fairly high-ranking members of the Equestrian Guard: Barricade, Night Shade, and Harbinger, Captains of the Pegasus, Night, and Earth Pony Guard, respectively.^ ~Several Weeks Ago~ At the table where Double and her friends played a weekly game of cards, Harbinger was silent. The old earth pony stallion stared at the changeling mare. But it was Barricade who spoke first. "So, let's see if I have this right..." the massive yellow and pink mare paused. "Due to some sort of old changeling practice, the prince, your HUSBAND, has to sleep with another mare and get her pregnant?" Double peered over the top of her cards. "Yep." Night Watch put down a three of a kind. "And you're just okay with that?" Double put down a royal flush, adding the bits on the table to her winnings. "Why wouldn't I be? It's not like they're getting married. Besides, doesn't Equestrian law say a stallion can have up to 10 members in a herd?" Harbinger began dealing out the cards again. "Yes, but few stallions actually go so far as to do that. Most only have one, and I've never heard of a stallion having more than three." Double looked at her cards. "Look, it's different. This is the sort of spice we have to help strengthen our bond. We've been married 200 years. Some go on romantic retreats, I let Stag have free periods where he gets to sleep with some changeling or earth pony mares." Barricade placed her bet on the table. "So why is he so nervous about this time?" Double placed her own bet. " Because this wasn't one of our 'free periods'." Night Shade placed a few bits down. "...Wait, earth ponies?" Double looked at the noctral mare, reading any facial cues. "Yeah. It's a turn-on for him when we roleplay." Harbinger grimaced as he placed his own bet. "A little too much information, Double." "Sorry." Double won again, and Night Shade was out of bits. She glared at the changeling mare, currently disguised as a slenderpony mare. If she had any facial features, Double would have smiled. "There's no rules against changing into a species with the ultimate poker face." ~ Stag arrived back from the date, and promptly trudged up to his room. Double was waiting. Stag sighed. "It's happening tomorrow." Double looked up from her book. "Nervous?" "Yeah..." "Don't be. I know just how to get you ready." "How could you..." Stag's voice trailed off as he noticed Double's attire. It was a green negligée, perfect on her body. "Come, my king. I'll make sure you're relaxed by tomorrow." Author's Note ^She of course had met other higher ranking officers in the guard, she just had never formed a close friendship with them. Among them were: Nathriel, Captain of the Night Vanguard Blade Dancer, Colonel-in-Chief of the Solar Guard Contessa Svelteyanka ‘Svelte’ Philomela Von Nocturne, Colonel-in-Chief of The Royal Guardians of the Night and Captain of Her Highness Princess Luna’s Royal Bodyguard. Ironsides Portcullis, Head of the General Staff of the Royal Guardians of the Peace and Britannia Whinneyvere Buckingham-McScone, Captain of the Royal Equestrian Expeditionary Force, Lieutenant Warder of the Royal Treasure Vaults and Night Commander of Princess Luna’s Ancient Order of the Nocturnal Realm.
Relieving Tension (NSFW Chapter) WARNING: The following chapter contains intimate details of changeling mating habits. It is possible to skip this chapter without disrupting the flow of the story. I'm serious. If this will make you uncomfortable, you can just not read it and move on to the next chapter. If you read it anyway, don't say I didn't warn you. I mean, the "Mature" and "Sex" tags are there for a reason. Still here? Alright. I warned you. Stag's wings vibrated in arousal as he advanced towards the bed. No words were spoken after Double's invitation. The two preferred to let their actions speak for them in this sort of situation. Double slipped off her outfit, serving to get the stallion excited even further. Stag climbed into the bed, and Double gently rolled onto her back. Tonight she was letting Stag be the active lover, letting him work her over. The two had been together long enough to know each other's weak points, and they made the foreplay just as enjoyable as the actual sex. It began with a passionate kiss, tongues entwining in a dance, before their lips parted. Stag focused on her ears, lightly blowing in them, making her shudder, before gently nibbling, causing Double to moan lightly. It was then that Stag began lightly kissing her, slowly moving down her body before reaching her teats, tucked between her back legs. Smirking, Stag began to tease one with his tongue before suckling. Double moaned louder. Milk finally reached Stag's lips. Double was by no means an active milk mare, but her body did occasionally make it outside of those times when she was pregnant. While not as sweet as the substance she made when she was nursing a foal, it was still wonderful to Stag's taste buds, creamy and warm. Finally, Stag finished, moving to Double's marehood. He teased her clit, briefly caressing it with his tongue and making her moan louder than ever, before shoving his muzzle in, inhaling her scent, tongue working furiously, licking and tasting the salty folds. He was unrelenting, and it wasn't long before Double released. Stag withdrew, his wife's fluids dripping from his face. He smiled devilishly and, deciding Double should do some of the work, leaned back and presented his stallionhood. Double stared at the hard shaft, an expression of lust in her eyes. Fairly good-sized, mostly black, with a few lighter-colored spots, and a small bead of precum at the tip. Double gently began stroking it, making Stag shudder, before slowly licking up its length. Now Stag was moaning, which only got louder as Double teased the tip before taking it in her mouth and bobbing her head. Stag bit his lip to silence his sounds of passion as he felt his member slide down Double's throat, going deeper each time. As Double continued, she used her tongue to apply pressure to the underside of the organ. When she finally reached the base, her tongue flicked out to caress his testes before retreating again. Double continued this process for several minutes before she decided he'd had enough. Deepthroating his spear a final time, her throat contracted and she moaned, vibrating the organ. Stag moaned loudly, and Double felt as his shaft began pumping his seed into her stomach. When he finished, she slowly withdrew, taking time to clean it with her tongue. Once it was out, still ready, she presented her plot, and lifted her tail. Stag recovered quickly, caressing her flanks before mounting. Double gasped as he slid into her, quickly giving way to the sounds of both changelings moaning in pleasure. Stag was slow at first, but began picking up speed, thrusting harder and deeper into the mare. Normally, he could go like this for a surprising length of time, as could Double, but both were beyond themselves with both lust and love. The scent of their lovemaking filled the room, and with a final, powerful thrust, they both went over the edge, screaming loudly as they found release. Stag withdrew his member, coated in his and Double's fluids, and it slowly retracted back into its sheathe. Both changelings were panting and sweating. Cuddling up to each other, they fell into a gentle sleep.
EpilogueThe sun wafted through the window, shining on the two sleeping changelings. Stag yawned, then got up to go take a shower, briefly kissing the still-sleeping Double on her head. *** This was it. This was the day Stag was going to Ambrosia to seal a pact between their kingdoms. He wasn't nervous. He just knew it needed to be done. He entered the entrance to her chambers. *** The two lay cuddled up in Ambrosia's bed, basking in the afterglow. "That. Was. Amazing." Stag smiled. "You're not the first one to say that. So, think it worked?" Ambrosia poked her stomach. "I don't know." "Well, if it did, I hope it's a filly. What should we name her?" Ambrosia considered. "Eggyolk." Stag nuzzled the mare. "Perfect." *** Double was waiting when Stag got home. "How was it?" "Good." "Anything interesting?" "She wasn't as good as you, and if it's a filly, the name's Eggyolk." She kissed his cheek. "I got a surprise for you." "Oh?" Double held up a pregnancy test. On it was something Stag didn't expect to see. + "I... we... you... pregnant? Double nodded, grinning. Stag fainted again. Double rolled her eyes, then carried him to bed and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, sweet prince." With that, she walked out.
Prologue: Curiosity KillsHe didn't know how long he'd been here. For days now, the ram had been trapped in this spot after walking into the Everfree, only to get lost. Timberwolves had chased him, but the minute he became stuck in this yellow stuff, they ran off, whimpering. Days had passed. He had barely managed to hang on to life by eating the grass he could reach. That had gone many days ago, and now his skin hung to his bones. He was dying. A flittering sound. The ram looked up. Staring from a tree branch was a pair of green-gold eyes with slit pupils. Throat dry from lack of water, the ram spoke. "Please... help me..." The eyes kept staring, blinking occasionally. "Please..." Still no response. "Why won't you help!?!" the ram yelled. The being the eyes belonged to tilted her head, as if the answer was obvious. "I want to see how thin you can get, silly!" ~~~ Peace at Last Side Stories the Prince and the Queens Book I: Ambrosia
She's Insane... She's Insane... Stag was nervous. He had decided to take things smooth, to gradually transition into the idea of... what he would eventually have to do, and currently, that meant a the first of three planned dates. Of course, Ambrosia wasn't the type you could take to a fine restaurant in Canterlot. Too many victims and witnesses if her "curiosity" got the better of her. No, it would be a simple picnic in the forest. A few flowers as an appetizer, various herbs, and a pair of ezemars for dessert. The two bound and gagged pink tortoises struggled a little. Stag took a deep breath. This would work. *** Stag and Ambrosia watched as the two pink reptiles wandered away, a little dizzy but otherwise unharmed. The ambiance during the picnic had been perfect, but the two had spoken very little. Now that Stag believed the queen was placated, he spoke. "Ambrosia, we need to talk." "About what?" Stag considered, wording his sentence carefully. "About those things you like to do to other creatures." "You mean the fun stuff?" She's insane! "Amby, I know you don't mean it, but the stuff you do is really bad." "How?" Okay, I got her interested. that's good. "Well... how would you feel if someone you knew and liked went into the woods and never came back?" "Sad." "That's good. Well, how do you think everyone who knew the ponies you keep until they die feel when those ponies don't come back?" "Sad?" "That's right. Amby, you need to stop doing these things. Seeing how skinny ponies can get isn't a good thing." "I don't like talking about this..." "Amby, we need to. Just promise me, no more keeping others trapped, and no more stabbing." She was silent. "Amby?" More silence. She was obviously deep in thought, something that normally only occurred during pressing matters concerning her subjects. She was a good queen when it came to her own changelings, and her methods worked for her Swarm's lifestyle, so she never had to do a lot of contemplating unless it was important. Now this... this was a lot to take in. But Stag patiently waited. She finally responded. "Alright. I promise." Stag smiled. "Thanks, Amby." The two shared a small kiss, then went their separate ways. The date had gone exactly as Stag planned. He'd keep helping her like this. It would take time, but it would be worth it.
