Chrysalis Loving Harem

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Changelings, Original Character, Queen Chrysalis
Length: 3479

The Orphanage was established, now I am harvesting the fruits of my labour. Stallions, obedient and selfless. An abundant sourse of love.

I had established an orphanage, about a decade ago, or it is what I told every time.

Stallions old enough to work and love, now in my hive.

Published 2014-10-02 21:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-29 05:56:24 UTC

Why, So few Stallions: 1

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.

Lieutenant Emerald’s Catch: 2

Author's Note

Lieutenant Emerald’s POV

Lieutenant Emerald’s Catch: 2

Ruby had left a red Stallion to sleep of the exertion from her adventure with him. I am sure he enjoyed it Royally, in more ways than one, here.

She had instructed me how to handle the dozing Pony, where he lay on the top of the chair, while the back still is pushed down for a more comfortable rest or sleep.

The first thing I did as I had changed into my Anthro form, now known as Lieutenant Emerald, in part for my green hooves and eyes. Although I am Chrysalis’ Lieutenant and serve her in her Anthro form as Ruby in the same fashion, is to move him from the red chair to the green one. The green chair is incidentally standing next to the red right now.

Since we don’t know how long he will be out, I take the opportunity to lie down on the rainbow sofa, just waiting for him to regain his strength. I enjoy a cup of tea, while waiting.

In my Anthro form I use my magic in an Earth style fashion, as opposed to how I do it in my regular form. I could as easily have used either fashion in magic applications, but it feels better to stay in character, as it were. Maybe this in part from how we were raised as little Changelings. If I am acting undercover, I need to stick to my character strictly at all times, or I risk blowing my cover and cause damage well beyond my own assignment. Something one commonly does exile for.

For a moment, I merely wait for the Stallion to come around and wake up. As much as he is bound to have enjoyed his treat, it did take quite a toll on him, for as long as he managed to stay up, which is why I am waiting for him.

“Raise and shine!” I interjected as I saw him open his eyes, finally.

“That certainly was good!” he exclaimed a moment later as he sat up, looking around until his eyes managed to focus on what the sounds had just come from and he soon saw me as I climb out of the sofa, where I had been lying around, while waiting for him.

“I know, Ruby sure know her work, when she set her mind to it!” I responded, placing my left hand on his shoulder and the right on his hip.

“I am just so fortunate I was allowed to live here, guess we all are. Since you have been here longer, I take it you would know. Hope I am not letting her down in any way!” he emphasised.

“Yes, you are. I have been her for several years. No, I know you will not. Besides, I will find you your home later today!” I pointed out, slipping my hand further and over the bro, thus extracting the desired item Ruby left there as she treated our new Stallion.

Like the stage Magician, I hid the red rubbery ball I had extracted out of sight, before he even noticed where I had placed the hand, or what I had been extracting.

“A home, for me? I know I will need a home, but you are going to find me one?” he inquired.

“Yes, you do need a home, which is exactly why I am to lead you there in just a moment. It isn’t all that much, but it should be better than what you are used to. Your new home should cover all your basic needs, though!” I promised him.

“Needs, like a home, a bed, food and friends? Once I have these met, would need a job, something meaning full, something I am good at doing!” he responded.

“Finding you a bed, that is clearly my department. I know one thing you certainly can and will do for us, but it isn’t my job to find your job for you. I know there are others to help you find the other things in turn!” I put forth.

“Since it is your job to find me a home, what are we waiting for? I think I am strong enough to walk now, even if the form is unaccustomed to me. Once I have my home, I can get accustomed to my new situation!” he suggested.

“If you rise to your hooves and we could see how well you have adapted? Then I will show you to your new home. I take it you can start your new journey from there!” I proposed.

“Okey, now you are speaking!” he responded, before slowly pushing himself out of the green chair.

“Since you stand up, how do you feel now? I know it is feeling strange right now, but you will get used to this soon enough. In about a year, the feelings will be completely reversed. If you come with me and we can see you to your new home!” I put forth.

“This does feel new and strange to me. You say I will get used to it? Would this be completely reversed within the time-span of as little as a year? I have problems believing it, but I can’t find it in me to doubt your words after all you have done for me!” I concluded as I take the first few steps, stumbling a few times, before I started to be more sure in my new form, getting used to how my limbs reacted on what I tried to make them do.

“You seems to have regained your strength and gathered yourself enough for me to lead you to your new home now. I know, I doubted it myself, before I learned it in the flesh. Let us get going, then!” I responded.

Once he got walking, I followed him to the door, walking him along the corridor to the exit, before I lead him to the path taking him to the section where he had been intended to live. I had not told him yet, but he is to be one of Chrysalis, also known as Ruby’s personal harem Stallions. He will be pleasing our beloved Queen with his personal services, once he got installed in his new home.

“This is my home?” he enquired as I stopped before the door with an image of his face on the door.

“Yes, this most certainly is your new home. Just place your hand on the handle and open the door. I will follow you in, today!” I instructed him.

Lieutenant Saphire’s Treat: 3

Author's Note

Lieutenant Saphire’s POV

Lieutenant Saphire’s Treat: 3

Emerald had just left him at his home as I arrived. Once I reached his door, I gave it a firm knock, letting him know I was at his door. I hear his steps as he walks to the door.

“Hi, I am Saphire!” I introduced myself.

“Hi, Saphire. Our gracious Queen sent you?” I responded.

“As a matter of fact, yes. I take it you haven’t had a proper meal since you arrived?” I put forth.

“Since you mentioned it, no, I haven’t had anything to eat since I left the orphanage!” he confessed.

“I will be your guide, for all things related to food. If it is anything, please don’t hesitate, just ask me. Let’s be off, so I can show you the Salad’s Bar. It is most delicious, if I can say so myself!” I offered.

“That sounds good to me. I take it you will be available, most of the day? I can’t make you insist. Please, lead the way!” he merely responded, following me out of the small room.

“Right this way, it isn’t all that far!” I offered.

He merely stopped a moment in order to close the door behind himself as we left his quarters. Well, I guess it isn’t much more than a cell, really. That is in the distinction. There is no lock on his door, on either side, there is no need.

“I like it here, this far. It was just never what I had dared to dream of, regardless of what I had been told. I had expected to live in a bachelor’s Home for several years, before I could afford a real home and find a Mare to spend my life with!” he spoke in a rather uncertain tone, smiling to himself.

“It is good to be wary of what sounds too good to be true. It is proven more times then not, to be the case!” I responded.

“I thought as much. That is something else our teacher at the orphanage explained to us. Though I kind of found it strange, since there were no fillies at the place!” he pondered.

“You have already seen your new home. You will find your job, soon enough. I know, even if that is out of my hands. Unless it is related to cooking, I guess. I work in the food department, so it just may be close enough for me!” I pondered.

“I guess I am more hungry than I thought, sorry if I don’t act more excited over the situation here!” he added.

“Maybe the Salad’s Bar is something for you? If so, here we are!” I responded as I pushed the door in, allowing him entrance as I followed him into the room.

“Salad is fine. So long as it is something I can eat. You don’t get too picky, if you live at an orphanage, you know. Even if I think the teacher was nice!” he continued.

“Then salad it is. Just pick a bowl and fill it, then we can enjoy a good meal. This is a buffet, you just fill up what you can eat. There isn’t any Pony counting the beans here!” I pointed out.

“A buffet, I know the word, but I never had one. Bean counters, I know of these. This does look delicious!” he responded as he picked a bowl, then went to the buffet and filled up with various vegetables, before he found a place at a small table.

I picked a bowl of my own, slowly filled it with an assortment of vegetables, before I sat down beside him. I wanted to sit close to him in order to get the best connection with him, partially, due to the small detail, aside from his comfort, it did give me a something a little extra.

“This bar is always open. Something you may like to remember, any time you are hungry, or just feel like having a light snack!” I suggested in a more seductive tone, smiling warmly at him.

For a long moment, we just ate in silence. There was not a word exchanged and not a sound was heard. He was hungry, so I didn’t feel like intruding, not too early at least. I can’t say I didn’t have the appetite for a salad, either, naturally.

“These Daisies and Clover are great. I didn’t realise just how good they were, before I had the chance to taste them in a freshly mixed salad!” he pointed out.

“We pride ourselves in serving only the best. The effort is always worth it. You can’t really compare a prepackaged or premixed salad with one that was mixed just in time for you to enjoy it. Some vegetables doesn’t quite agree with one another, you know. I know our chef is happy to hear!” I responded.

“Pride is never good, but you need something to stand for. For a chef, is there any higher purpose or goal, than to prepare the most delicious and nutritious meal to any and every Pony he or she is serving?” he suggested.

“That is why we have chefs, or every Pony would have to deal with these things on their own. The chef loves her job, just as she has experience and training to make the most out of what we have, in order to prepare the best meal each and every time!” I pointed out.

“Sounds just about right. Allowes for every Pony to focus on what he or she is best at and enjoys the most, doing. I certainly do enjoy a good salad, but does that mean I have to love to prepare it, or being good at doing it?” he pondered quietly.

“I certainly am no chef, I’m not good at preparing a meal, but I still do enjoy a good salad. I guess I am more of the Ponies individual. I love to be social and help others. Is there a better time or place than by the meal, if you are enjoying to be social?” I enquired.

“I certainly do love Ponies like you. I would be lost and alone, otherwise. Some other Pony, just like you will be assigned to find me a job, one of these days, too!” he pointed out.

“Always love to hear you saying that, even if any other could say it and make me just as happy. Yes, there will be another Pony, helping you find your special job, something you are good at and can take justified pride in doing. I know there are other social Ponies here, just waiting to see and help you with something they are good at!” I suggested, winking at him.