Author's Note

Chrysalis' POV

Why, So few Stallions: 1

“Take him to my special chamber. I want to prepare him personally!” I commanded.

“Yes, my Queen, I will take him to your royal chamber immediately, Chrysalis!” the first lieutenant responded.

“Good, I will be there momentarily!” I continued as the lieutenant scurried out with the latest captured Stallion.

“This will be such a treat. Besides, he will add to our supply of Love!” I added as I saw the last of her tail as she trotted off towards my chambers.

This particular red stallion had just been brought back from the orphanage I had established about a decade ago. I had gained heavy praises for this move, since it gave us a fresh supply of obedient and selfless Stallions. They were trained and educated for various tasks they could perform in my name, enhancing the lives of my Changelings of the Hive.

I had taken the time to have a cup of tea, before I trotted off to the chamber indicated, taking the time to make myself presentable to my newly added Stallion. As I open the door, I was taken the form of a white mare Earth type, in the preferred Anthro stance.

The change feels curious every time. First my wings evaporated, before the horn slowly melted away. At this point I take on the white coat, rather than the black solid with numerous wholes scattered all over my form. Now I rise to my hind hooves, momentarily looking down to see how my hind quarters turned into a pair of still equine legs. I look up, just in time to see my forelegs turning into a pair of arms and my hooves a pair of hands, though I had chosen miniature hooves in place of nails of the human fashion. Once I had chosen the form, it was the established norm for the general form. True to my name, my hooves are now red. As a mare, my jigglies now grew to a firm A-Cup and my nibbles to a full inch.

Even if we Changelings are not considered Ponies, we carry most of the outwards traits recognised as Equine, this includes hooves, maybe it just feels more natural with the miniature hooves in place of the nails.

“Welcome to your new home. As an adult, I have taken the liberty of letting you stay with me!” I informed him.

“Thank you, you are most gracious, Ma’am!” he responded, just as he had been trained in all these years as an orphan colt.

“Just a few small changes, before you can take your place amongst us!” I told me as I changed him into an Anthro version of his old self.

“I am grateful and impressed, Ma’am!” he responded.

“Just the final detail. A sign of your place with us. A collar!” I pronounced as I produced and handed it over to him, watching as he slipped it over his head.

“I welcome you into the herd!” I pronounced as I placed my hands on his shoulders, pressing the hooves of my thumbs onto the two marks, one on each side of his neck, thus tightening it around his neck, thus securing it onto his body.

“You are now one of us!” I concluded.

“Thank you, I am forever in debt to you, Ma’am!” he responded.

“I am certain you will pay back that debt. You may call me Ruby!” I stated.

“Yes, Ruby!” he responded.

“Then I will give you something pleasant to remind you of me. If you take the red chair, please?” I suggested.

He eagerly walked to the chair I had mentioned, knowing there are several other chairs to choose from. Not that there is any real difference between the various chairs. Red for Ruby, which is me.

As a Pony, he had been nude on arrival. Since I am posing as one, I am too, even if we never wore anything on informal occasions either. Why, it is just in the way, there is nothing to see and we are quite comfortable with the open air both in and out doors. At least most of the year.

I could clearly feel both his eagerness and his love in the room. As a Changeling, it is something one can never ignore. It is always a constant, just more or less of it. Now I have the Stallion before me.

I placed my hands on his hips, holding him firmly in place before me. I could have kept him in check with magic, but it would rob him of the sensation and intimacy my hands leant to his situation. I wanted him to feel me in person.

“I hope you are going to enjoy this!” I just mentioned, before I got down on my knees before him.

“Oh yes. This feels promising!” he responded.

Now I exhaled on him, before I moved my hands inwards to where I knew to tease. Slowly moving my hands in closer, before rubbing the soft flesh with my rubbery hooves. Just teasing him. Calling forth the one knight of joy. His bro soon approached under the attention of my teasing fingers.

“They never told me of this, or how good it would feel!” he eagerly complimented.

“I know, they were instructed, not to let on. Doesn’t the surprise make it better?” I inquired.

“Yes, yes it certainly does!” he responded honestly.

Once I had him at full attention, I lower my faces and lick him for a moment, before I placed my lips on top, slowly pushing further.

I couldn’t say a word or make a single noise at this time. He is exactly where I wanted him. I could feel my lips contracting around him, as I lick several times over him. Then I pull back, before I push him back into a lying position.

This is where I take him.

“Ooooh!” he moaned as I placed my hips on his belly.

“Just your first downpayment on what I have to offer you!” I promised him.

He just looked up at me with eyes wide, if in excitement, shock or fear. I knew to push my advantage. He could do nothing at this point.

“Place your hands on my jigglies and your thumbs on my nibbles!” I suggested in a more seductive tone.

He soon lifted his hands, trembling towards my jigglies and managed to place his thumbs on my nibbles, uncertain and unaccustomed to his new form. Maybe this is what made me all the more excited, desiring him as he is right now.

I feel his hooves on my nibbles, teasingly tingling goodness. Oh but off horse, this is a treat for me to claim. Just as it is for me to permit.

There was another moan as I slipped down on him, contracting around him. He had no prior experience, I am claiming him as mine. I enjoy feeling him slip inside me, the way a mare is supposed to enjoy her Stallion.

“Ruby, am I pleasing you?” he spoke hopefully, but with a slight tinge of fear and anxiety to his voice.

“Yes, you certainly do. I am making sure of it. I hope you enjoy it equally!” I assured him.

In this form, I am subject to certain limitations, just as I have just what I need to seduce the Stallion under me. I like the delicate balance I had built up for this scene.