It was like a drug, an addiction. He hoped the first time would had been the last time he saw her. Duped to her charms and dark magic, the changeling who took the place of her beloved is now on his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. What was it that made him want to seek her out or to see her? Another of her deceptive tactics? No it couldn’t be. She is nearly powerless now.
So why did he go? Was it love? Did he actually love that creature? Or was it something else? He couldn’t put his hoof on it, but he wanted more of it. He will find out eventually.
Here on the borders of the Crystal Empire lays the swamp in which he last saw her. Her younglings weren’t anywhere to be seen, he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or bad thing. They always lie in waiting for someone to come by. Though when he was sure no one was here he relaxed himself. All the more better too, it would had been hard trying to fight with an aroused flaccid cock dangling between his legs.
It was dark, the moon was bright, it was beautiful and he couldn’t understand why he was looking forward to his meeting with Chrysalis. The hungering, the desire, the burning inside only made him more anxious. Instead of stopping him, it only made him press onwards. Deeper and deeper he delved in the swamp, devoid of his armor which seemed unnecessary. He felt safe in these wretched lands and safe in the presence of the dark queen.
Even on his journey, even with Chrysalis on his mind he thinks back to Cadence. What would she say? How would she react? To sleep with the very enemy who posed as her the first time, to think and dream and feel her in his mind, to see his obsession for the creature that is hardly considered a pony by anatomical standards. He felt guilty, he felt ashamed… and yet knowing that he wanted this. What comfort Cadence provided for him couldn’t match to his suspecting lust... and maybe love… for Chrysalis.
Time passed and he finally arrived in her domain… well her new domain. It looked like a wasp’s nest, a wood pulp substance that coats the area around a tree. No doubt it was used to make the nest from the way it looked, bare and stripped of its bark. It sent shivers down his spine to imagine how such a process could be achieved. Changelings were a mystery to him as much as they were a mystery with every pony.
Slowly he enters through the hole that was capable for somepony of his stature to fit. The inside looked amazing. There were caverns leading to Celestia knows where! All the walls were made of the same material as the nest was. He wasn’t sure where to go, the whole place looked the same to him. Instead of finding relief he found irritation and arousal stirring inside him. Instead of wanting to leave he wanted to find Chrysalis even more. It was only going to get worse though.
Then he heard a voice. A deep, seductive, cool voice that sung an incomprehensible tune. It was a captivating song, a luxurious one. Was it a call to bend his will and mind? No, but he followed its source anyways. A blush appeared on his soft white cheeks, turning from pink to a deep dark red. It was hers, no doubt about it. What a captivating tune, such a memorable tone and chord. His cock throbbed with each step he took. The excitement was unbearable; his legs would’ve given way due to his constant shivering.
His heart was beating mad, racing to match the rhythm of her voice. Sweat dribbled from his coat, heat and cramps swelled in the pit of his stomach. Like a high school colt reacting to heat he followed that song. He was closer and closer to the source; echoing through the halls, vibrating off the walls, making his ears twitch he followed without a hint of stopping. His walks turned into a trot, than into a gallop.
It was like a drug; it was so long since he tasted it and he wanted more. It was an addiction, he had to come back for it again. He started to heave and pant, rolling his tongue off the side of his mouth as his arousal reached its peak. Any moment now he could collapse, but he kept it together at the least, not by his willpower anyways. He was too weak to resist it after all.
It took about a few minutes, but it lasted for hours in his mind. It was unbearable, unthinkable to go on this long. Then the prize was in sight. Her coat as black as the night, green as lush and soft as the trees of the swamp, her eyes as precious as all the emeralds in Equestria. The bug like wings, the crooked horns and the holes in her legs… somehow they just fit her beauty so well despite how disturbing they appear to be.
She didn’t acknowledge his presence yet, but she knew he was there. Her back was facing his way as she teasingly shifted her flank side to side while she sung her tune. Aside from her singing, she could hear the heavy breathing of the visitor of her chambers. A moment or two they just did nothing but do their own thing. She sung while he watched and listened. Slowly did she turn her head around finally, her eyes closed, revealing her dark green lids. Then they opened halfway, her gaze meeting his. He stared back with just as much droopiness.
He wanted to scream at her to stop it. He wanted her gone from his life. He wanted the drug to stop, the addiction to go away but he couldn’t. He could only look at her with angry eyes. The poor stallion had not enough will to sustain himself for long. Those legs were trembling, wobbling, one step would mean his fall. Teasingly, Chrysalis waved him a hello with her tail, ‘innocently’ blowing her scent his way.
The drug was so close, so close and so beautiful. The cravings were there, the want was there. Then he lost. The stallion, with his cock now erect, made his way hastily towards Chrysalis. He saw her blush for the first time and picked up his pace. Then he finally reached her. She turned around, facing him face to face. He heaves and huffs, his eyes twitching as he gazed longingly into her wanting, lovely bedroom eyes. Her blush grew brighter, and so too did his.
No words were exchanged, only silence and stares. Then the changeling queen turned around, brushed her tail off to the side as she presents her slick, wet and pink pussy folds to him. The stallion shuddered, almost collapsing upon the mere sight and smell of her invigorating cunt. It would be enough to drive any male crazy! And like a mad colt, he took it just as easy.
With one swift motion he threw his fore hooves up and around her, adjusting himself, leaning on her back. He clutched her chest in a tight embrace, holding her against his aching stomach as he drags his agonizingly throbbing, precumming mast against her folds. They moaned and shuddered in unison. The drug was so good… so glorious! More and more he rubbed that hard long mast against her cunt, aching to dig it into her. But not before giving into his attachment and hunger for Chrysalis. Leaning over, he wrapped his mouth around hers. An excited gasp escaped her lips before his pressed together with hers. Her eyes were closed, savoring the delicious warmth of his lips grazing over hers. The way his tongue moved, the way it slips into her maw, tying around her forked like tongue, dancing together as he brushed them against the roof and walls of her mouth. She happily took it all, his drool which flowed like a leaking faucet into her maw, his tongue, everything.
The kiss continued on and he wouldn’t let up. Still he did exactly what she expected him to do. The stallion huffed and heaved, wrapping his blue tail around hers as he starts to push and prod the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She moans into the kiss, whimpering submissively, even though she had full control over his situation. She took advantage of it. He knew it, but he didn’t care. He was glad to hear her moan and whimper. He clutched her possessively, out of hunger… out of lustful love for her. More moans escaped her lips, muffled into his as he slowly pushes more against her folds.
Then he stopped for a second. Reluctantly, he pulled his head back for a gasp of air. Then he slammed his cock in her. Chrysalis could only let out a scream before it was silenced again by his kiss. Her blush was even brighter now, a red hue appeared over her dark cheeks as her prey started to fuck her. He was hers finally! And she was his! Her screams were lost into their maws, muffled and silent. The taste was delicious.
Slowly the stallion slides his cock halfway out of her folds before driving back in. The walls of her snatch tightens around his cock with each thrust he makes, massaging the throbbing aching pole. Again and again he repeated the process, slowly, carefully and without hesitation. Her juices and his cum leaked from her hole, coating his mast, dripping on the wooden floor. Their scents mixed, stronger than ever now. It was like an aphrodisiac, something stronger than your typical mare in heat.
It went on for about an hour. A simple, slow rut. But they wouldn’t stop there. Their lips were still glued together, only breathing out their nostrils. Neither of them came yet, but there was definitely a lot of pre and juices coating their waists. Then they broke the kiss finally. They stared into each other’s eyes as he continued to pump his cock in her slowly. Both of them were sweating, blushing madly and hot to the touch. There was so much lust and heat it warmed up the enclosed catacomb of the nest. They heaved and huffed, still staring at each other. Chrysalis watched her male reach over, nuzzling against her neck. It made her chuckle.
The foreplay was over now. Surprising how he went through without fainting from frustration. The stallion began to pick up his pace, slamming his cock into her cunt finally. She lets out a growl and a neigh in delight. Sweat splashed from their bodies as he drives in her. In and out, in and out, he continued the process, speeding it up. Harder, faster, deeper, splashing pre and juice from their gentiles. Their smacking hips and sexes made loud, lewd sounding slaps echoed the room, further driving their sexual edge. His balls beat against her in a swift, slightly painful but delightful endearing motion.
Chrysalis was smiling, never had sex been this good. This stallion sure must have been holding it out for a while it seems. The changeling moans and whimpers with each rhythmic thrust with cum already gushing inside her womb. Her walls tighten around his cock, feeling it throb and spill its load inside her. He didn’t stop though. He continued beating against her tight wet pussy, egging to make her release as well. She was close, oh so close. Lust clouded his mind, tears of bliss dripped form his eyes. He had her and she had him. And she had a future clutch.
Heaving, huffing, the changeling matched his pace by bumping her hips against his. The collision was harder, rougher. Pain coursed through her body. She cringed but didn’t shy away, taking the pain in as her pleasure. Her moans grew louder, as did his. Though like the gentlecolt he was, he brushed his nose over her hair, caressing her, licking and nipping her ears lovingly as he drives his hips in. It was cute, it made her laugh. She welcomed it all the same.
His hooves reached down, digging into her inner thighs now. Pushing forward, the stallion lifted Chrysalis off her hind legs, using his hold to pump her hips back and forth against his. What strength and what boldness! Chrysalis squealed with delight and laughed as her lover pumps his cock in her even more. He came a second time now, still not letting up. He huffed and puffed, snorting and growling like an angry beast with each thrust. He was pulling and pushing her off his cock, bouncing her on her fore hooves while her legs dangled in the air.
Smack, smack, smack, the noise went on; louder, heavier; she moaned for more. Cum oozed from her pussy, dripping onto the floor. The stallion’s still erect cock held no quarter but Chrysalis’s moist cunt. He cries out her name, screams for it even, demanding more and more from her as he pounds into her relentlessly.
Chrysalis could only respond with delightful screams and moans of her lustful passion. He satisfied her more ways than one and now she was close to release. She looked back, seeing only him in her life; it was a life of lust, passion, sex and maybe a small bit of love. There was no other stallion she could see, especially not one that could put her on the edge of release.
But release she did! His pace quickened and she screamed his name at the top of her lunges, loud enough for the halls to echo his name. “SHINING ARMOR!!!!!!!” And then a gush of liquid splashed on the stallion’s waist. Her pussy clenched hard and tight, keeping his cock in until he came a third time.
She screamed again, with her lover screaming her name in return. Several more thrusts and then they collapsed. They stewed in their mess, mixed in cum and juices, with the stallion still on top of her. She didn’t mind, she wanted him there. How much time passed? She did not know, nor did she care. She was content… more than content. Her vengeance and her desires were satisfied. Now she had her male, and her future younglings to take care of.
The stallion breathed against her head, whispering into her ear sweet promises and joy… all in the form of intercourse. The changeling shuddered and moaned in delight, swaying her hips side to side, grinding his cock in her, as if to hold him on that promise.
A short while later he was back on his hooves. His cock was still hard, still buried inside her, unsatisfied. She smiled and looked back at him, seeing his eyes tinted green the moment their gaze met.
“I love you Chrysalis…” he moans before he started to hump her. She could only laugh and watch to her delight, taking her stallion’s cock without hesitation. The words weren’t empty, but they fell on hunger rather than true love… but eh, it was love none of the less in their concept.
“And I love you too…” she responded. The two continued to fuck, going at it until the sun rises. Their moans and screams echoing the swamp for all who pass by to hear.
