Speciation

by Anonymoose

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Comedy, Queen Chrysalis
Length: 1646

Twilight Sparkle held her breath. After months and months of kissing, cuddling, and some very heavy petting, she could hardly believe it was finally going to happen. She and Chrysalis were going to take the next step in their relationship!

Twilight Sparkle held her breath.

After months and months of kissing, cuddling, and some very heavy petting, she could hardly believe it was finally going to happen.

She and Chrysalis were going to take the next step in their relationship!

Primary Cast: Twilight, Queen Chrysalis

A kind-of sequel/alternate ending for This Date… Reprise. Hey, don't blame me! You asked for it!

Editing: Abcron
Proofreaders: Don't Look At My Name Bro, Stormy Skies
Pre-readers: iakovl, Obsidian Rose

Audio Reading by violentlyirrelevant.

Published 2014-09-19 02:40:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-19 02:40:04 UTC

Biology Lessons (Hurr Hurr)

Twilight Sparkle held her breath.

After months and months of kissing, cuddling, and some very heavy petting, she could hardly believe it was finally going to happen.

She and Chrysalis were going to take the next step in their relationship!

Her friends and family had been very much against it, but Twilight told herself that it was just racism… speciesism. Whatever!

Just because Chrysalis’ body was supported by a chitinous endoskeleton did not mean she was any less of a pony.

Well, yes… technically she wasn’t a pony.

But neither was Zecora, and ponies had no problems with her…

Well, now… they had no problems with her now!

And that just went to prove her point: ponies are racist.

Speciesist.

Whatever! Twilight Sparkle was about to get laid. She didn’t have time to work out semantics.

Her personal chambers were lit with scented candles. Perfumed flowers set in vases dotted the room.

Rose petals were scattered across the deep-violet duvet. The four-poster bed was framed with curtains of soft organza in deep shades of horsian-blue.

Spike had been bribed and sent on his way to a sleepout with the Cutie Mark Crusaders at Sweet Apple Acres.

Everything was perfect. All she needed to do was wait for her beloved to arrive.

Chrysalis strode through the front door of Twilight’s palace, ignoring the glares leveled at her by the guards.

She didn’t care one whit for what they thought of her. The only thing she cared about was the sexy looking mare, her hips swaying as she sauntered down the stairs.

Chrysalis held her breath.

Twilight’s outfit was stunning, and—she had to admit—daringly provocative. It was a long, black satin dress that swept up over her croup, with a long train that trailed down her tail while exposing her cutie mark. It gave the impression that the young alicorn had far longer legs than Chrysalis remembered. Her hair was done up in a bun, just the way Chrysalis liked it.

Twilight beamed. “You look stunning, my love!”

Chrysalis looked over herself.

“I… I don’t look half as w-wonderful as you d-do.” It had been a long time since Chrysalis had gotten intimate with anyling, and she was the first to admit (only to herself—the changeling guard that had overheard her had been summarily executed) that she was a tad bit nervous.

Thankfully, Twilight blushed at her clumsy attempt at flirting.

“Nonsense, you look ravishing, my love,” Twilight said, planting a kiss on Chrysalis’ cheek. “Now, come! I have prepared a dinner for us to share.”

Twilight led Chrysalis to the south dining hall. It was the cosier of the five dining halls Twilight’s castle sported, though not nearly as lavish as the largest one, but no gold-trimmed antique oak dining table could make up for the fact that they could barely see each other across the length of it. No, Chrysalis quite liked the south dining hall, as she could sit face-to-face with her lover.

The table was set with two sets of silverware, an array of different fruits, nuts, and berries on one side, and several meat dishes on the other. Twilight took her seat across from Chrysalis.

“I have a wide selection of food tonight that should… sate… your appetite,” Twilight purred, as she levitated a cherry to her lips. “I pulled a favor in from Cadance, she has saturated everything here with love.”

Twilight popped the cherry in her mouth, letting Chrysalis see the delicate—yet skillful—movements as she rolled it around her tongue. She wasn’t sure if this was perhaps some kind of pony mating ritual, but the waves of love and lust pouring off the little alicorn hit her so hard she hitched her breath. All the while, Twilight didn’t take her eyes off of her lover, a seductive leer in her eyes.

Chrysalis levitated a half-oyster shell, served kilpatrick—a delicacy she had never thought would be served in Twilight’s castle—and tilted the shell toward her mouth. The tart sauce dribbled into her mouth before the small oyster flesh slid onto her tongue. She mimicked the rolling movements Twilight had made with the cherry, deftly swishing her tongue around the bulb of flesh.

Chrysalis didn’t really ‘get’ it—it must have been a pony thing—but she could feel the want pouring off of Twilight.

Twilight led her marefriend up the stairs towards her bedroom.

She laughed as Chrysalis swayed, intoxicated with love. Not that Twilight could really say much, as the wine-soaked strawberries she’d eaten had taken their toll on her own sobriety.

Chrysalis nipped at Twilight’s ear, the slight pinch of her fang sending shivers up Twilight’s spine. Twilight herself ran a primary over Chrysalis’ soft underbelly, laughing all the more as the fearsome changeling let out an ‘eep’ worthy of Fluttershy.

Twilight opened the door behind her, as she walked into the room backwards, busy massaging Chrysalis’ serpentine tongue with her own.

Chrysalis giggled as Twilight tripped over backwards on the horsian rug beside her bed. Twilight responded in kind by pulling the bug-queen down. She fell chest first against Twilight, and embraced her lover with a passionate kiss.

“I love you, Chrysalis.” Twilight smiled as she looked up into Chrysalis’ eyes.

“I love you too, Twilight Sparkle.”

The changeling’s silken hair flowed around Twilight like a willow tree canopy. Twilight lifted herself up, pressing her muzzle to Chrysalis’ and pulled the changeling into another passionate kiss.

“Are you sure you are ready?” Twilight asked. “I don’t want to pressure you.”

Chrysalis laughed. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one to ask you, Princess First-time?”

“I’ve read books!” she pouted.

“Yes,” Chrysalis said, chuckling. “I am ready, Twilight Sparkle. If it is with you… I am ready to love—and be loved—again.”

Twilight held Chrysalis by the hoof and led her towards the bed, pulling her lover onto the silken sheets. She lay beside her, trying to find a comfortable position next to the far taller queen. Twilight planted soft kisses, tracing them along Chrysalis’ neck, the changeling moaning with pleasure at Twilight’s ministrations.

“Mmmm, Twilight,” Chrysalis purred. “I love you so much.”

Twilight repositioned herself as she kissed Chrysalis’ face… her eyes, the tip of her muzzle, her cheeks, and even the tip of her jagged horn.

“Please, my love…” Chrysalis cooed, feeling the love from Twilight swell with each kiss. Her breathing started to become ragged.

Twilight laid back next to the changeling, and ran a single hoof from the tip of Chrysalis’ muzzle, down her neck, towards her belly.

“Oh, yes, Twilight… yes…”

Twilight’s hoof got to the soft of Chrysalis’ teal underbelly. It was strange, Chrysalis had been uneasy letting Twilight explore the area before. She had always thought the bands were some kind of decoration, or perhaps a part of the muscle structure that opened Chrysalis’ wing guard plate. It was a strange, kind of ribbed, soft muscle.

“Mmmmmm,” Chrysalis moaned. “Right there.”

From the sounds Chrysalis was making, it was obviously an erogenous zone. Accepting her marefriend’s instruction, Twilight continued to trace her hoof around it, drawing it teasingly over each ridge, then watched—in fascination and horror—as the ridges slowly pulled apart, revealing her throbbing… something… winking at her.

It was… kind of a… well, a gaping hole, with a soft outside, pulsating as it opened and closed. Small hairs (the first beyond her mane that Twilight had ever seen on Chrysalis’ body) undulated with a rhythm, timed to the changelings deep breathing. The hairs moved towards the… hole… as if beckoning her towards it.

Was she supposed to…?

“Oh, Twilight!” Chrysalis screamed. “Rub your pedipalps all over me. I want it, now!”

“My… what?”

“Your pedipalps,” Chrysalis moaned. “Please, Twilight… I need them. Please.”

“I… what?”

Chrysalis opened her eyes, looking at her dumbstruck lover.

“Twilight? What’s the matter?”

“What is this… I don’t even…”

“Oh…” Chrysalis chuckled. “Wow, okay, you really are inexperienced.”

“I’m… just… what?”

Chrysalis sighed. After a moment’s silence, she spoke. “You need to distend your pedipalps, and… uhhh… rub them over me.”

“My what?”

“Your pedipalps. Oh dear, did your parents not give you ‘the talk’ when you were younger? Okay, let me show you.” Chrysalis started to make horking sounds as she dislocated her jaw. Twilight watched in morbid fascination as two small, hair covered mandibles came out of the changelings mouth.

“Veff…”—she motioned towards the mandibles—“aww yaw pebipowbs. An yoo wub em om mai epiveem.”

“Your what?” Twilight asked, staring at the two wiggling appendages protruding from her lover’s mouth.

“Waw a sef!” Chrysalis made a few odd movements with her mouth, and they shrunk back into her mouth. “Great, now I am going to bluepalp like there’s no tomorrow.

“As I was saying,” Chrysalis continued to explain, her arousal pretty much destroyed, “you rub your pedipalps all over my epigyne.”

“What is…?”

Chrysalis sighed. Seriously, how naive was this pony.

“This,” she said, pointing to the no-longer throbbing hole on her stomach, “is my epigyne. Surely you know that… you have got one of your own.”

Twilight stared dumbly at the… organ.

“I most certainly do not have one of those!” she shrieked.

Chrysalis’ underbelly guards folded up over her. Twilight was being pretty insensitive tonight.

“Well then, Princess I-Know-Everything-There-Is-To-Know-About-Mating, what do you have?”

Twilight huffed and stood, turning away from Chrysalis.

“Twilight, don’t get stroppy, just—”

“I have one of these, like any normal pony!” Twilight shouted as she lifted her tail.

Celestia looked down at her midnight intruder. Before being rudely awoken, the princess was having a lovely dream. She was visiting the Crystal empire, where a rugged crystal earth pony was holding her in his arms.

And not her former student who was crying, burying her face in the solar alicorn’s barrel.

“And… and she said it looked like a horrible, smelly axe wound, then ran away!”