Transcend - The Lost Scenes
A puff of glowing blue motes erupted around the couple’s body as Chrysalis pulled Evergreen down into the flowers with her, her hooves wrapped up around his neck and shoulders, holding him closer to her chest.
The changelings heart was beating fast in her chest, a violent thumping rhythm that echoed in her ears in a drowning cacophony. She could hardly believe what she was doing. She was giving herself to this oaf of a woodpony.
But it felt so right.
Chrysalis paused, staring up into his eyes, her hooves twitching in nervous anticipation as she felt his form pressed against the entirety of her own. Her kind had not needed a new brood of hatchlings for her generation, not yet. And so, she was ‘innocent’. Surely, she knew of the act, knew the requisite actions, the tricks, the art of seduction. It was part and parcel of what she was to understand this most base of actions; but she had never been comfortable enough with anypony to ever actually participate with them in this kind of union.
Evergreen held her gaze unwaveringly, unashamedly, gently letting his weight shift from his hooves, onto her form, tentatively letting her feel the full weight of his body against her own. Leaning down, he gently nose at the side of her neck and cheek, a hoof lifting to slowly stroke through her mane. “Are yer sure about this, Cee? Ah don’t want ter force yer into anything yer not ready for.”
The changeling stared up at him for a long moment. It was so sweet. She could send the desire in him, the lustful tinge to his ‘aura’ as it were. It could have been pheremones, it could have been animal instinct, but Chrysalis knew on some innate level when a male desired her, and Evergreen wanted her. He wanted her bad.
A soft shiver passed over the females form as she stared up at him, feeling a tinge of awkwardness wash over her. She marvelled inwardly at Evergreen’s self control. His respect for her and her emotional well-being was more powerful than the animalistic instinct to fulfill the simple biological imperative of mating.
It gave her a sense of power, to be able to manipulate this simple woodspony to the point where she could force him to ignore his own base needs with a simple shake of her head, or a whisper that she wasn’t ready. But, for the first time in her life, she wanted him to give in to his desires for her. She wanted to submit to his animalistic lust and give herself fully to him.
And so, drawing in a shaky breath, Chrysalis stared up into Evergreen’s eyes, and nodded.
Immediately, Evergreen shifted, and pressed himself down onto Chrysalis properly, pressing their stomachs together. The natural arrangement of their bodies caused him to slip in between both sets of her legs, laying atop her, kissing up at her neck and chin.
He was so much larger, and stronger than her, Chrysalis suddenly noted. It gave her a sudden thrill to know that he could hold her down and have his way with her, and there would be very little she could do to stop him on a physical level. It made her shudder to think that she could command such a powerful male to her will with a mere whisper, make him stop with a word. Halt his desires with a simple command. And his devotion to her made her heart swell in her chest, a strange lump forming in her throat. She wanted to just wrap her hooves around him and hug him until the end of time.
But the movement of his body also caused the thick sheath between his hindlegs to quite deliberately press in between her own, rubbing up and then resting against the soft outer lips of her sex. It ignited a completely different desire in the changeling.
With a soft gasp of surprise at the sensation, Chrysalis wrapped her hooves around the larger pony, and shifted her hips towards him in an automatic expression of her desire, unconsciously grinding the heating petals of her sex up against the swelling flesh between his legs.
The changeling bit her bottom lip, her eyes closing, her hooves gripping around the male all the tighter as her hindlegs twitched in reflexive spasms at the sensation of something touching her there, her breathing coming in harsher panting as she felt herself moistening and heating at the simple touches, and, if possible, becoming even more sensitive.
Heart fluttering, Chrysalis pressed against the woodspony all the more eagerly, allowing her hindlegs to wrap around his hips as best as she could get them, and beginning to quite deliberately grind herself down against him, slowly and firmly, exulting in the quivering shocks of pleasure the delicious friction sent through her form.
For his part, Evergreen leant into the press of the females hips, giving her a stable surface to grind again, increasing the pressure, and by extension, the friction she could create with her movements. He watched with seeming amusement as different expressions passed over the changelings face, from confused delight to eager wantonness.
Biting her bottom lip, one of Chrysalis’ eyes peeked open, and then the other opened to stare at him, the movement of her hips stilling as she endeavoured to even out her breathing. “W-what?”
The woodspony just grinned, leaning in to gently kiss at her nose, and pointedly grinding himself against her once, making her arch and gasp faintly. “It’s yer first time, isn’t it?”
It wasn’t a question. It was more of a statement, really. He was only being polite in giving her the option to reply with a bald-faced lie. But neither was it an accusation. It was an observation from a caring stallion; rather than a snide allegation of inexperience.
The lie was quivering at the tip of Chrysalis’ tongue, and she almost gave voice to it. But something stopped her. For once, she felt vulnerable. She felt exposed in ways she’d never before experienced, and it was a novel sensation. It made her heart flutter in her chest, and the blood rush in her ears. It made her feel alive.
Feeling warmth rising in her cheeks, Chrysalis gave a tentative nod to the woodspony.
Smiling and gently lipping at the blush on her cheek, Evergreen gathered her form up against his own with his forehooves, beginning to grind in against her firmly with slow presses of his hips. “Don’t worry, Cee. Ah’ll be gentle,” he promised.
The woodspony shifted back a little bit, and a soft whine left the changeling before she could contain it, a pout on her face.
Evergreen grinned at that, and leaned forwards to kiss her muzzle gently again. “Don’t worry, Cee. Yer’ll like this, ah promise.”
Chrysalis cocked her head to the side slightly, and her eyes widened as he kissed at her neck, then her chest, and then her stomach, a hoof pressing down to rest on one of her inner thighs, spreading her hindlegs open with an insistent, but gentle pressure.
The changeling didn’t resist, watching him, her tail giving a helpless, nervous flick as his kisses trailed further down her form, pressing down to her lower stomach. She heard her own breathing heavy in her ears, her heart thudding violently in her throat. He couldn’t possibly be going to...no. He couldn’t be!
And then the stallion lifted his gaze to her face, his eyes narrowing mischievously.
Chrysalis barely had time to suck in a breath before he slipped his muzzle down further to place a kiss directly at the top of her sex.
Hooves flew to the changelings mouth as she tried to stifle the loud gasp of surprise that left her at the feel of soft lips touching her there of all places. Her back arched just slightly as she stared down at him with wide eyes, feeling the warmth in her cheeks growing in intensity.
The woodspony just grinned up at her in response, giving another gentle kiss to that oh-so-sensitive mound of flesh before drawing back slightly and lowering his gaze between her legs.
A sudden bout of self-consciousness passed over Chryaslis, and she tried to resist the urge to close her legs and roll away from him, instead allowing him to inspect her.
Evergreen was met with the sight of the mares spread legs; long, supple hindlegs splayed out for his enjoyment, the muscles under the soft hide visible. With a low happy hum, the stallion leaned in to gently rub his cheek against the oh-so-soft fur of the mares thighs, letting his gaze linger on where smooth white furred flesh became puffy, aroused marehood.
One of Evergreen’s hooves lifted, and he gently applied pressure to the outer lips of her sex, spreading her open to reveal the smooth, slightly-moist, pale pink walls of her inner flesh to his gaze. His eyes narrowed a little bit at the sight of her flesh bared to him, and he licked his lips lustfully a moment.
Squirming slightly, Chrysalis was about to say something when Evergreen shifted and swooped in. She had time to register the fact that his hoof was pressing with more pressure, spreading her nethers apart even further, before the length of his hot tongue was suddenly pressed directly against the exposed inner flesh of her sex.
The changeling’s back arched off the ground, and she pressed her hooves tight to her muzzle to muffle the squeal that escaped her as she felt that length of soft, hot flesh pressed against her sensitive flesh.
Grinning, the stallion pressed his advantage, free hoof lifting to rest on her stomach. Exerting a gentle downwards pressure, he held her still, and, grinning up at her all the while, began to press lick, after lick, after lick across her aching sex.
Shocks of pleasure rolled through Chrysalis’ body, and her hooves flew from her muzzle to the grass below them, kicking up clods of dirt as she reflexively arched and quivered against his stimulation. One of her hooves found Evergreen’s mane, and she twisted locks of his brown hair with her hoof to get a good grip, to hold him in place as she began to desperately grind her hips towards those wonderful flicks of his tongue.
Evergreen didn’t seem to mind her forceful, eager actions, and dove in with redoubled enthusiasm, long, strong tongue lapping at her in a fervent attempt to bring her pleasure, working right in against her inner flesh, and then flicking off the top of her sex in a way that made a shocking tingle of pleasure race up and down her spine.
Chrysalis could feel something rising in the pit of her stomach, coiling and tensing in anxious anticipation of a release. She almost asked him to stop them, to give her time to recover, but her protests died amidst heated gasps tumbling from her quivering muzzle as the relentless lapping at her core just continued unabated.
Heated shudders wracked the females form as she felt the tension inside her grow to a stressed, almost painful precipice, and then a quick nip and tug at the top of her sex from the deceptively-skilled woodspony was all it took to send her screaming over the edge of pleasure and into an almost violent climax.
Her entire form arched and tensed, her legs wrapping around Evergreen’s head reflexively and her hooves digging into the grass, twisting and clawing at it as her hips reflexively bounced and thrust towards the stimulation between her legs, the female biting her lip so hard she drew blood as delightful orgasm cascaded throughout her form.
Ripples of electric sensation shocked through her body again and again, robbing her of all conscious thought, and it was all the changeling could do to just maintain a rather strained grip on reality until the sensations began to lessen.
Soft shudders wracked her form as she came back down from the heights of ecstasy, her head spinning. She felt weak and shaky, and utterly content in the aftermath of the violent, pounding orgasm.
Slowly, Chrysalis lifted her head to peer down at Evergreen, taking several long seconds for her befuddled mind to process the broad grin on his face and the sheen of liquids that coated his chin and lips. Was all of that mess from her? She didn’t even know. Her mind was too confused by the blissful sensations coursing through her form.
Her head laid back down, and after a moment, she felt Evergreen shift to lay with her, curling up against her and nosing gently at her neck.
With a soft, content sound, she lifted her muzzle to gently nose against the side of his cheek. The strong scent of her own arousal assaulted her senses, and she blinked a little bit at the overpowering scent. It wasn’t unpleasant, just...different.
“Ah take it yer enjoyed that,” Evergreen teased with a broad grin, gently, soothingly rubbing a hoof against her chest.
Chrysalis gave a content sigh and peered over her shoulder at the woodspony for a moment, her expression soft as she responded, “I’m too content to think up a mildly insulting rebuke.”
Evergreen snuffed a laugh, kissing her neck gently. “Ah’m glad you enjoyed it.”
And then the woodspony laid his head down on her neck and closed his eyes, seemingly content to just lay with her.
Confusion filled the changeling. Surely he wasn’t intending on just snuggling now, was he? That made no sense. His desire for her was still pulsing strongly through his form, she could feel it. Moreover, she could feel it physically, in the form of a long length of warm flesh pressed against her hindquarters.
“Oaf...what are you doing?” Chrysalis inquired.
“Ah’m snuggling yer. Ah thought most gals liked that?” he responded with complete sincerity, gently nosing at her neck.
The changeling gave a pointed grind of her rump back against the length of flesh, making the earth pony gasp. “But surely you desire to be pleased to a level at which you just bestowed upon me, yes?”
A soft snort left the stallion, and he pressed in close, grinding the solid length of his desire against her back on reflex. His tone was soft and understanding as he said, “Ah don’t need ter. Ah wouldn’t do that for yer if ah was expecting something in return, that would be selfish.”
Chrysalis rolled her eyes, turning over to face him, leaning in to kiss him, ignoring the flavour of her own liquids on his lips and tongue. “Is that the only excuse you can dream up for not wanting to be pleased?”
Evergreen flushed faintly at that, his ears splaying a little bit as he whispered, “Well...ah know it’s yer first time. And ah’m just so...so worked up.
“Ah just don’t want ter get carried away or something...Ah’m not in full control. I want yer so bad...” he trailed off for a moment, staring into her eyes, his cheeks still flushed as he gently nosed against her chin and cheeks, before admitting in a gentle tone, “Ah don’t want ter hurt yer, or do something ter make yer like me any less, Cee. Not so soon.”
Chrysalis just stared at him, lost for words. She had been serenaded by some of the best poets there ever were, she’d had songs sung in her honour, and ballads composed for her beauty. They had made her feel powerful, to know she had control over the hearts and minds of her victims so easily.
But Evergreen’s earnest, simple response touched her in a way no elegant ballad or serenade ever could. The knowledge that he cared about her feelings to such a degree that he was willingly ignoring his own insistent needs just because there was a chance that he could hurt her, or do something to damage their relationship, made a large lump form in her throat. Her eyes misted over, and she found it suddenly hard to swallow. She tried to answer, but just ended up biting her bottom lip, staring at him for the longest of times.
“Did...did ah say something wrong?” Evergreen asked after a few long moments had passed, noting the tears in her eyes, his ears splaying backwards unhappily.
Chrysalis shook her head earnestly at his question, wrapping her hooves around him tightly and pulling him into a fierce hug. “I love you, you big, stupid oaf,” she managed to choke out, smothering his face with kisses.
A soft little chuckle rolled from the stallions throat as he tilted his head gently towards the kisses. “Ah’ll never understand mares.”
“No...no you won’t,” Chrysalis confirmed, drawing away from him. Evergreen showed his displeasure at her moving away with a lingering touch of a hoof and a look of longing.
The woodspony’s eyes widened, however, when Chrysalis took a few steps away and then pressed her weight onto her forehooves, leaning her chest down to the ground and straightening her hindlegs, spreading them slightly for balance and brazenly curling her tail to the side in invitation, looking over her shoulder with a smouldering gaze. “Now...ravage me, you beast.”
Evergreen stared at her for a long moment, his mouth slightly open in a rather dumbfounded expression.
The changeling was momentarily afraid that he was going to misunderstand her obvious invitation. Her misgivings were allayed though, when she felt the firm weight of Evergreen’s form suddenly over top of her own.
There was a moment of pressure between her legs, and she barely had time to squeak before she felt a large object suddenly sinking into her body.
It was unlike anything she had ever felt before; the soft, pliable outer flesh of the stallions member was at complete odds with the rock-hardness beneath, at once easing, and forcing her open around its considerable girth, stretching her and sinking deep into her body.
The changeling hiccuped faintly, feeling completely full, as her insides stretched almost painfully around the rigid length of flesh intruding upon her form. She could feel her inner muscles straining and convulsing in protest at the intrusion, squeezing around it in reflex, and obviously Evergreen felt it too, as a heated, breathy groan of approval rolled from his muzzle, hot exhalations washing against the back of one of her ears.
She felt his hooves around her, holding tight around her middle, and then a sudden series of rapid, eager thrusts, making her tense and arch in surprise at the sensations. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But there was something else mingled in with the pain, a kind of fierce, all-consuming pleasure and rightness to it all that made the pain bearable.
After several of the rapid, eager thrusts of her lovers rock-hard member, even the pain began to dissipate, leaving in its wake just a feeling of rapidly-rising pleasure and a sensation of fullness that a large meal could never begin to approach.
Each of the heavy thrusts rocked her to her core, making her squeak reflexively as they seemed to crush the air from her lungs. Her entire form rocked back and forth as the stallion took her with his lustful, relentless pace, and it struck her once more just how strong Evergreen was.
The thought was quickly chased out of her mind though, under the relentless assault of the stallions eager thrusting, leaving no room in her befuddled mind for anything but the sensation of her inner flesh vainly squeezing around the rigid length of flesh being stabbed deep inside her again and again.
Soft gasps built into low moans and squeals of unbridled delight as Evergreen’s hips ground in against her more firmly, and with a snarl of triumph, the stallion sank himself into her hilt-deep.
It was perfect.
Chrysalis arched and cried out to the heavens in a strained tone as she orgasmed there and then, feeling the entirety of the thick member buried so deep, deep inside her, stretching her around the entirety of its unforgiving shape.
Hot dribbles of her liquids drooled down from around where the thick member was buried in her core, splashing to the grass in fitful dribbles as she panted and tried to catch her breath, feeling her inner muscles powerfully gripping and squeezing around the embedded length of flesh in rhythmic contractions.
The changeling was given no reprieve however, for as soon as her inner muscles had finished spasming around the trapped member, the stallion began to thrust again. But this was different from the measured motions of earlier. This was a stallion claiming his rightful mate.
There was no gentle lovemaking, no exchanged whispers or gentle caresses. The only thing that remained was their two heaving bodies and the delightful sensations of union as Evergreen pounded his mare into the grass with unrelenting motions.
His hooves gripped her hips, holding her firmly in place as his hips shoved into her own with a rapid, almost violent pace, his eager motions becoming jerky and desperate as his own pleasure rose towards a roaring crescendo.
Chrysalis felt the increase in his lustful motions, the raw power of his need and desire being translated into desperate, urgent, rough pounding. And it excited her. Part of her wanted him to stop, to cease using her brutally. But another, larger part of her, the part of her closest to her stretched sex, delighted and exalted in the raw lust for her that consumed her stallion.
She wanted him to stop, but she needed him to continue.
And by that point, nothing was going to stop Evergreen from claiming his mare.
Rough, pounding thrusts rocked the changelings form, and she cried out quietly with each of the harsh, unrelenting stabs of the thick member so deep inside her. She felt her insides fluttering around his thrusting length of flesh, squeezing and rippling around it, milking it. Her teeth bared, gritting hard as she tried to contain the sounds trying to break free from her throat as violent starbursts of pleasure spiked all through her form.
Her stallion snarled as he drove into her relentlessly hard a few times, and buried himself as deep as he could get, beginning to grind against her in a fruitless effort to sink a tiny little millimetre deeper.
Chrysalis’ eyes snapped open, widening as she felt the head of the flesh buried inside her suddenly just swell, blooming to almost twice its size! It stretched her so wonderfully, so deep inside, that her orgasm just doubled in intensity. And then came the fitful bursts of gooey warmth pouring across the depths of her body again and again, filling her with the most wonderfully warm weight. A delighted scream left the female as she arched and rolled her hips back against him in exuberant orgasm, hoofs digging great divots in the earth, her mind going blank under the intense strength of a tumultuous climax.
Evergreen held his mare tight to his chest as he exploded deep inside her, feeling her depths cinched down around his flared member, forcing the bursts of his urgent essence deep inside her, coating her deepest barrier in his gooey liquids as he voiced his triumph with a heated cry of ultimate completion.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chrysalis wasn’t aware of passing out. But she was suddenly awake, eyes blinking open and slowly adjusting to the meagre light of the dancing blue motes, washing the area around her in blue tones.
Evergreen lay next to her, the warmth of his body pressed against her own, dozing contentedly.
Softly, the changeling lifted a hoof to move a lock of mane away from her stallions face, smiling slightly and leaning in to give him a gentle kiss.
The stallion’s eyes opened after a moment, and he gave a happy hum, leaning in to kiss her in return, smiling. After a moment, he drew back and just lay there, staring into her eyes, before asking gently; “Ah didn’t hurt yer, did ah?”
Chrysalis smiled in return, resting her nose against his own. “You most certainly did, Sir Evergreen. But it hurt so good.”
Evergreen’s ears pinned back at that, and nosed against her gently in apology. “Ah'm sorry. Ah just...ah lost control when yer...when yer well...” he trailed off, embarrassed at his lapse of control.
A hoof lifted to gently quieten him, and she smiled at him warmly, removing her hoof to kiss him lovingly. “Don’t you dare apologize for that again, Evergreen. That was the greatest thing I’ve ever felt.”
“Yer...yer really mean that?” the stallion inquired hopefully, ears perking.
Chrysalis nodded gently, smiling at him and shifting closer, wrapping her hooves around him. “Indeed. Now hold me, oaf.”
Evergreen smiled, pulling her into a firm hug, whispering into her ear, “Ah love yer, Cee.”
The changeling smiled gently, resting her nose on Evergreen’s neck, lifting a hoof to rest across his chest, enjoying the simple warmth of his form against her own.
Pulling back to stare at him for a long moment, she felt that mutinous lump rising in her throat again, and she took a deep, steadying breath. She wished she had better words to say it. She wished she were as eloquent as the ballad composers of the kingdoms of old. But she wasn’t. And the only thing she could do was choke out a few short words past the emotion swelling in her throat;
“I love you too, oaf.”
