Shifting Melodies - The Lost Stanzas

Sunny Skies closed the door behind her, hoping to Tartarus that Ledger didn’t recognise her. She breathed a small sigh of relief as she looked at Sweet Tooth.

“Well, this party is… interesting.”

“It’s about normal for a Violet party,” Sweet Tooth nodded. “They tend to encourage that sort of behavior around here.”

“So, we managed to escape here,” Sunny said and bat her eyes at him. “And you seem to know what these parties are like. Tell me dear Sweet, are you planning something...untoward this innocent little mare?”

“It might be a little...startling,” Sweet said as he sighed and closed his eyes. “You seem to actually like me...so you deserve to know before we get any closer to one another.” When next the stallion opened his eyes, they were entirely violet, and pupil-less. He just stood there, waiting for her judgement.

“An eye-changing spell… no…” she sat back and hummed. “So, you’re one of them then? A Changeling?” Sweet just nodded. Sunny cleared her throat and nodded. “Well, you already know who I am, and I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

She stepped closer as her lips brushed his ear. “You wouldn’t be the first~”

“...You’re joking,” the revealed violet drone said to her. Mostly because he thought she had to be.

“Sweet, I am a very old mare. Trust me when I say that I have been… creative in my choice in lovers over the centuries. Why, just the other week Brass and I...” She paused and blushed, giggling to herself. Oh how he’d loved that age spell.

“...So I’m intruding on a previous relationship,” Sweet sighed before turning his eyes back to normal. “Rule three, no trying to take taken mares,” he recited in a monotone before turning to leave.

“No, no… that was just a bit of fun with a stal, no, drone that intrigued me.” Celestia smiled and kissed his cheek. “But you, I’d certainly like to see you regularly. Perhaps, in the coltfriend kind of regularly?”

“...You’re serious?” Sweet said, turning back to look at her. “You actually want to see me again.”

“I want to see you right now~” Sunny said. “I want to see you a lot more. I want to see if I can fall in love with you!”

Sweet sighed and did the one thing he knew that might dissuade the Princess. He dropped his disguise.

She didn’t even blink. “Yes, I believe we established that you are a Changeling. Is this a contest? Shall I drop mine as well?”

“...And you still want to be with me?” Sweet asked. “Color me impressed.”

“Well I did just say that, or will you call me a liar?” she asked. “How shall I prove it to you, so you no longer have any doubts?”

“Really, I think the only way I’d believe you is if you said that again...as you normally are,” Sweet said. “I think I...might be able to handle it.”

“You promise not to faint or freakout?” Sunny asked. “Well, alright then. But remember that you asked for this.” Her form glowed with a brilliant gold light, like the sun itself was in the room. A moment later, the Alicorn of the Sun. Sol Invictus. Her Royal Lover of all things Sugary, Princess Celestia stood there.

She wore a rather uncharacteristic look of bashfulness on her face and smiled. “W-Well, I guess I’ll ask then… if you haven’t passed out.”

It had taken most of his self control, but Sweet was still standing. Breathing a little heavily, but standing.

“Well, good to see,” Celestia giggled. “So, I’ll ask again my dear Sweet Tooth. Would you like to become my coltfriend?”

“I…” the changeling drone said, gulping nervously. “I wouldn’t say...no to the idea,” he said. “I might even like it. It’s just...very hard to be...in any way taking the lead when you’re...like that.”

“You did ask for this,” Celestia pouted. She sighed and resumed her Sunny Skies persona, though she looked like a mare barely out of her teens. “Is this better suited for you?”

“It helps a little,” Sweet said with a nod. “I just wanted to be sure you were honest when you asked. And now I have to wonder why you asked at this party, in one of these rooms…”

“I’ve asked a few times today, but you seemed intent on not hearing it. So forgive me if drastic measures were taken.” She smiled and sat on the bed. “I could carry you away again~”

“And we all know how that ended up,” Sweet said as he actually joined her on the bed. “Still, doesn’t explain why you asked here and now. One might almost think you had not so pure intentions.”

“Mm, perhaps, and yet here you are,” Sunny smiled. “Makes a mare wonder what your intentions are as well.”

“Might I point out you’re the one that decided to attend this party?” Sweet asked. “And my intentions will become more clear when yours do,” he said with a mischievous smirk. “I’ll not push you into doing anything.”

“Well I for one did not know the… dubious intentions this party had,” Sunny pouted. “I simply desired something more lively than the Royal Gala, though Twilight and her friends have made that more interesting lately.”

“Now I wonder what you’d be like if you actually had any of the drink they were giving out,” Sweet pondered idly.

“I haven’t the foggiest,” Celestia replied. “I wonder if it affects alicorns differently? Should we experiment?”

“Considering that the warning label on the barrel was ‘Made with Lust and Happiness,’ no, no we should not,” Sweet deadpanned. “I can barely handle you at this level of lust.”

“I haven’t started yet,” Celestia smiled. “But if you want me too…” One of her white hooves caressed his chest and she hummed lightly.

“Carapace, nice try though,” Sweet said with a smile that hid his nervousness quite well. So he thought. It wasn’t every day that a mare tried coming onto him. Just most days. And he still wasn’t quite used to it.

For Celestia, though...he could try. Maybe.

“Well why don’t you take that cute unicorn form again?” she asked. “If I have to stay transformed, then until you are comfortable with me as I truly am, you shall remain transformed also. Fair is fair.”

Sweet sighed dramatically before he turned into his normal Earth Pony form. “I prefer this one, honestly,” he said. “It just feels right.”

“Ah, of course,” Sunny hummed and rubbed his chest again, before taking one of his hooves and nibbling the spot just above the hoof, a sweet spot for Earth Ponies. Sweet’s breathing hitched as he felt a twinge unlike most others.

“What...was that?” he asked.

“Ohh, so that works as long as you’re transformed?” Sunny mused. “Then how about this?” She moved and nibbled along his collarbone, stopping near his chest and giving the fur a little tug. Sweet’s breathing hitched again...before this time he actually growled, as this mare got him aroused.

“Somepony is after a reaction,” he said, actually enjoying himself despite the game Celestia was playing.

“Well, I seem to be getting it,” Sunny giggled cutely. “Such a big, strong stallion…I do hope he’s not planning anything devious.”

“That would depend on your definition of devious,” Sweet said as he kissed her cheek. “After all, you’re the one that all but dragged me up to a private room in a Violet club. Doing something in it is far from devious, it’s merely...using it for its intended purpose.”

“Oh, all I see is a room. Intended purposes aside, one could do whatever they wished.” She saw that the headboard had shackles mounted to it, ones that would fit her hooves just so… hopefully he’d not notice that little aspect.

Sweet growled again and starting nibbling on her wings. He’d spent some time as a pegasus, he knew how to preen properly...and how to stimulate one. That had been an awkward afternoon, learning what not to do so as to avoid popping a boner in public. One that he’d failed at spectacularly.

“Oooh, somepony knows their wings,” Sunny purred and nibbled at his neck again. Then she decided to show him something neat and her feathers brushed his Cutie Marks. Hopefully this translated through a transformation as well.

Sweet’s breath hitched again as he shuddered, causing him to pause long enough to see the headboard’s...interesting addition. With a grunt and an evil smile, he began pushing the pegasus mare so that her forehooves lined up with the shackles. If they were gonna do this, they were gonna do it his way. With him in charge.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Sunny asked, looking at where her hooves were going.

“Taking charge of the situation,” Sweet said as he managed to get one shackle over her left forehoof with an audible clink. “And doing as I wish.”

While she wasn’t complaining about his sudden assertiveness, she realised something when he locked that shackle in place. These things suppressed magic. While not enough to contain her great power, they were for her current form. These would prevent her from transforming back. They really would keep her contained.

Oh dear, that actually scared her just a little. The other one clinked shut around her right hoof and the stallion whispered into her ear. “Now. Let’s see what it takes out of my education to get you asking for more…” With that, he went back to preening her wings, taking care to check every spot and every feather. With his tongue.

She moaned a little, her wings spreading of their own accord as she wiggled, but those shackles were on good and proper. Sweet just kept preening, now mostly done with her left wing. He had to give credit where it was due.

Now that he had a mare under him, Fredrick was right. It was fun.

She moaned louder and writhed again, her hooves pulling at the shackles. “Ahh, haah, n-no, not there!” she panted. Sweet paused in his ministrations, then lightly ran his tongue over the spot he’d just finished with. She shrieked trying to push him back with her hind hooves, but he had her pinned.

Oh dear, she might have been enjoying this just a little. It was quite thrilling to be actually bound like this. Sweet eventually drew back from her wing...before going after her right one next, treating it to a similar tongue-bath.

“T-Tease,” she panted, her tail flicking from side to side, showing off her glistening slit. “You’re terrible.”

“Mmm,” Sweet said as he straightened a feather. “If I can’t get you to finish before I even touch you down there, then Fredrick was a terrible teacher.” With that, he resumed his long, slow oral examination of her right wing.

“W-What?” she breathed in ragged pants. He was quite skilled, she’d give him that. But she had centuries of experience over him. She’d not cave so easily.

Then Sweet found the mirror to the spot that caused Celestia such delightful torment on her left wing and slowly ran his tongue over it.

She shuddered again and held her breath. “N-Not this time colt. You’ll need to do better than that.”

Sweet hummed before bringing his hooves over to gently prod the spot on the left as he licked the spot on the right again.

That got another shudder and moan out of her...then the shackles did something, and gave her a light tingle that caused her to moan louder and then gasp in surprise. “W-What? Wait, what was that?”

“I dunno,” Sweet said as he released her right wing. “What did it feel like?”

“I, I don’t know… they just shocked me with some sort of magic,” Celestia replied. “Aaaand I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“Hmm, maybe if we recreate the circumstances…” That being said, Sweet put his hooves on both of her wings, massaging the sweet spots he’d found. She moaned again and once her arousal reached the certain point, the shackles shocked her again, causing her to bite her lip and groan lewdly.

“Iiiinteresting,” Sweet said. “So if I keep doing this…” And indeed, he hadn’t stopped doing that. “You get a little zap of magic?”

“Haaaah~!” Celestia cried out again, the zapping magic bringing both pleasure and a jolt that was painful enough to stop her from tipping over the edge. Sweet just chuckled and kept it up, thankful for these shackles now. Give it a minute, and he’d actually put a hoof to her lower lips. He wanted her to get nice and warmed up first, though. So that she could and would cum with a touch.

“Nooo, stop,” she groaned and begged him. Wanting him to both stop and never stop. “Soo, good…”

Eventually, once he felt the mare was warmed up enough, Sweet did stop massaging her wings. Only to lightly brush his hoof across her pussy instead. Her eyes flew open and she shrieked. Then the shackles glowed a bright pink and she felt the climax ebb away.

“Whaa. noooo,” she moaned out in a whining tone. “Noooo, come back~”

“Hmm, our little toy just won’t let you cum?” Sweet asked as he put his muzzle where his hoof had been. “So even if I do this-” And now he introduced her to the wonderful world of his tongue on her nethers, silencing his further speech.

“Haaaah!?” she almost screamed as the shackles fought back her finish. She bucked her hips, almost burying his muzzle in her as she panted and moaned. Sweet brought his forehooves up to hold her still, though he didn’t draw back at all and just kept licking into her depths.

She shrieked and thrashed, though the shackles wouldn’t stop until he released her from them. She was bound to ride the fine line of finishing until he saw fit to end it for her.

Eventually, Sweet drew back and licked his lips. “Mmm, you taste simply divine,” he commented, taking note of a key that looked like it would go with the shackles nearby. “Hmm. Should I release you from your torture? Or keep you like this while I move on to the next act?”

“N-Next act?” she gasped, her mind still keeping some semblance of awareness.

“The part where I buck you,” the stallion said, even as he grabbed ahold of the key. “I dunno, I kinda like you like this…”

“You… you’re… Hyaaaa~!” She screamed in pleasure as the shackles zapped her again. “Haah, n-no more… aahhh~”

“Then make me a promise that you’ll stay exactly like this if I let you out of the shackles,” Sweet said. “Otherwise…”

“If you don’t let me out…” Sunny warned him, “I’ll Hyyaaa!” That last cry came out in her Canterlot Voice.

“I didn’t hear a promise,” Sweet said as he held the key just out of reach of the keyholes on the shackles.

“I… I…” she panted. Dear sun, she couldn’t even form a sentence and now these damnable shackles wouldn’t let her speak.

“How about I promise for you?” Sweet said as he inserted the key. “I promise you that if you don’t stay as-you-are, I’ll lock you back into these shackles and start the torture all over again.” With that, he turned the key and broke the spell.

She was finally released and she let out a contented sigh. She felt her power return and a spiral horn grew from her forehead and the shackles glowed and melted to the point of unusuable.

“Whoops,” Celestia whistled innocently as she resumed her Pegasus form again.

“Somepony’s a sore loser,” Sweet observed. “Now I don’t know if I want to touch you if you’re going to be a foal about it.”

Sunny just poked her tongue out. “Well, I’m cute and you can’t resist not finishing what you started~”

“I probably could, if you’re going to melt bits of me off if I get you going,” Sweet said, actually turning away.

“Oh come on, those shackles were evil and had to be destroyed,” Celestia cried out. Dammit, she hated this. Everyone was scared of her power. She sniffed and hung her head. “I understand… you can go if you want.”

“Hey, who said I was going anywhere?” Sweet said, turning back to her. “Plus, I rather enjoyed the thought of tying you up, and I don’t see any replacement shackles around here. It’s up to you if they keep the spells or not, but I’d appreciate it if you made them, y’know, shackles again.”

Celestia nodded and her horn appeared and glowed again, much brighter this time as she cast a localised time spell, reversing the damage. Though she did remove the enchantments on them temporarily.

“Better?” she asked, leaning back and raising her hooves again. Sweet merely nodded and picked the shackles up before clamping them shut around her hooves.

“Much,” he said. “This lets me feel like...Like I’m the one in control. Which is probably the only reason I’m even considering finishing what I started.”

“Hmm, we’ll work on that,” Celestia sighed as she lay back. “When it’s my turn, I’ll blow your little buggy mind~”

“I was doing a pretty good job of that,” Sweet said as he went back to orally pleasing the princess.

“Trueeeee,” she sighed, getting back into the mood once more. “Mm, yes, keep going~”

Sweet had no intentions to stop now, and used his forelegs to hold the mare still while he kept eating her out. He’d finally make her cum before he got any sort of pleasure tonight! Due to her earlier torture, her release came hard and fast! A spicy, yet sweet taste flooded his tongue as she screamed in pleasure, her back arching and her wings flaring out. The disguised violet drone was a little surprised by the sheer volume, but didn’t find the taste so unpleasant and lapped it all up before drinking it all down.

She panted heavily, hanging limply from the shackles. “O-Oh… haha… oh my… that was… mmmm, wow…”

Sweet drew back and licked his lips, catching a little errant fluid. “Spicy, yet sweet. I’m glad I was able to please you tonight.”

“As am I,” Celestia hummed and licked her lips. “But you must be aching for your own.” She slyly spread her legs and winked at him. “Go ahead little colt. Do whatever you wish~”

“Are you so certain?” Sweet said as he more fully covered her form with his. “I can think of one urge I have right now...sure you want me to follow it?” Said urge was throbbing between their bellies at the moment.

“Hmhmhm, I did say… anything yes?” Oh dear sweet Hives, that voice. While she was still a Pegasus, that tone was like the purest honey. Just hearing it made him twitch again.

“Just so you know what you’re getting into,” Sweet said as he used a hoof to point his anatomy in the right direction, and paused when he felt it nudge against a pair of moist lips. “Violet drones have a nickname back in the Lands.” He held himself there before informing the Princess. “They call us breeders.” With that, he gave her a slight buck and buried the tip of his shaft into her.

“Mmm,” she moaned in a husky tone. “I appreciate the concern, but I cannot bear a foal… so, do not concern yourself with such trivialities.”

“You misunderstand,” Sweet said. “I was warning you because we’re the most...gifted amongst the Changelings. Nobles even more so.” Sweet gave her another buck and moaned at how tight she was. “Both in size...and volume.”

“Ahh!” she cried out. This form was much smaller than her true one, so it felt like he was going to split her in half. “O-Oh my.. that’s… haaah!”

“Though, I’m sure you’ll be able to take me,” he said with a cheeky smile. “Barely.” Another thrusting motion saw his length further buried into her. He was somewhere between half and three quarters buried now.

“Ahhh! So… so much!” she moaned. “Oh wow, perhaps this form… hah, was the right choice! Ahh! Yes!”

“And here we go,” Sweet said as he gave off one last mighty thrust, giving the pegasus under him the last of his shaft. He just held himself there for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling.

“S-So big,” she groaned. “Oh my, such a big colt you are…” she groaned and stroked his sides with her wings. “Well, bound as I am, I am yours to use,” she purred in that honey-like tone. “Do be gentle with me?”

“Maybe to begin with,” Sweet said as he slowly drew back, leaving only his tip in, before he started really bucking the mare. At a nice and sedate pace, but he was repeating the motions now.

Celestia bucked her hips back in response and then gave him a powerful squeeze. A few hundred years is a long time to practise muscle control after all. And by gods was she warm inside. So warm and wet and tight, and she was making it tighter!

It took all of his self-control to not blow his load right then. Though he did decide to give the princess a helping hoof. “Little tip,” he grunted as he started trying to pick up speed. “If there’s one thing Violets like to hear in the act...it’s something along the lines of a breeding. Even if it is only play.”

Celestia panted and then her eyes opened in a half-lidded gaze. She stared deep into his own, her magenta eyes meeting his violet ones.

“Then stop talking and breed me you little colt,” she purred. “Go ahead and stuff this little mare full~”

“There we go,” Sweet grunted as he felt himself twitch in response. “Gonna fill you up with everything I have to offer. Make it so you have a nice little belly full.”

“Mmm, buck me hard~” she moaned lustily. “Go and make me your little breeding mare~”

“Oh buck,” Sweet swore as he felt himself twitch again. “Gonna put foals into you,” he said as he picked up speed. “Gonna get you all kinds of knocked up. Won’t that be a scandal.”

“Yeeesss,” Celestia purred. She might have been enjoying this little roleplay as well. “Oh yes, a foal born to you… what a scandal indeed. Please, fuck me harder! I want your foals!”

“You sure about that?” Sweet said as he felt himself start to reach the point of no return. “Because here...they...come!” And with that he passed it and shot his load deep into the mare.

She cried out, her own climax triggering as her walls clenched him, milking him for all his seed.

“Ahhh, I can… feel it in my womb,” she purred, drooling slightly. “Oh.. sooo much, there’s sooo much… haaah!”

“Benefits of being a Violet,” the disguised drone said. “We rarely don’t stuff mares full.”

“I’d believe it,” she groaned… then the shackles turned back on!

She screamed in ecstasy as the enchantment forced her to cum again, she squeezed the member still buried inside her as her pure voice cried out.

“Oh dear,” Sweet said as he found the key on the floor and used it to unlock the shackles. He didn’t want a repeat of them turning the shackles to slag again. Heck, if anything, he was gonna try to buy them. In case there was a next time~

Once she was released, Celestia panted as she reverted to her true form for a moment, still laying in a lewd position with his seed leaking out of her. Sweet had a minor case of nerves for a moment, as he simply gathered up the shackles and put them in the corner of the room. He wanted to bring them with him, after all. “You okay?” he managed to ask.

“S-Somehow,” she panted and saw her form. With great difficulty, she reverted back to Sunny Skies. “Ohh, so full. Were I an ordinary mare…”

“So many things would be possible,” Sweet said as he lay next to Sunny and used one hoof to gesture dramatically as he hammed up the next statement. “Come with me Sunny, run away to Las Pegasus, become a weather mare for the city while I cook you all the sweets you could ask for.”

“Mmm, a tempting thought, but that big glowing ball of plasma in the sky? Kinda won’t move without me. Plus Luna would go on a power trip if I wasn’t around.”

“Say you’re taking a sabbatical for sixty to eighty years,” Sweet Tooth said. “You could wake up as yourself, move the sun, and go to bed as yourself and still move the sun. All while keeping up your disguise during the day.”

“You really shouldn’t tempt a mare like that,” Celestia giggled and stretched. “Very tempting though…”

“It’s sorta what we do,” Sweet said with a snicker. “Plus you’d get me over my fears and maybe even get some more good sex out of it.”

“I won’t get that if I don’t?” Sunny asked with a cute head tilt. “You don’t want to be my coltfriend.”

“I do, it’d just be a lot easier if you were actually here,” Sweet pointed out. “Wasn’t it you that just said they were needed to keep their sister in check? Apparently you’re convinced you can’t have everything.”

“I can’t,” Celestia said. “The responsibilities I have are far too great to just up and abandon. I promise that I will make all the free time I have for you. Or you know, you could come and live in the Castle with me?”

“Tempting,” Sweet said. “Highly tempting. However, Fredrick is my current employer, and I couldn’t leave him without knowing he had a replacement confectioner that could replicate my recipes, or at least the ones on the menu.”

“Hmm, I guess we’ll have to work something out,” Celestia hummed. “I could dump it all on Twilight…”

“How is it mature to dump your relationship issues on another mare?” Sweet deadpanned.

“I meant my job,” Celestia chuckled. “Sad part is that Twilight would do it too…” She shook her head and snorted. “No, I’ll find a way to deal with it. Trust me.”

“All you would need is a confectioner that doesn’t know a lick of how to behave honorably...or seduce a mare, set them up to meet Fredrick, and I could convince him to take on somepony else while I finally leave.” Sweet laid out the scenario for Celestia that would see him safely away.

“Hmm, I wonder if he’d do a trade with my Royal Confectioner?” Celestia hummed. “That zebra could always learn a thing or two about mares…”

“You’ll have to propose the trade to him,” Sweet chuckled as he made himself comfortable on the bed.

“Hmm, this might work, that, or your sabbatical one,” Sunny mused and kissed his cheek. “Now,” she pushed him down onto the bed. “Time to see if you taste as good as you look~”

“Oh my,” Sweet got out as the princess went for round three...