Nuptial Flight

Adagio was plucked from her restraints and floated towards her sisters. The exhausted pony offered no resistance as she was pinned to the wall, her body sinking into the green slime. Chrysalis made sure her inflated belly was well supported; she didn’t want anything to happen to her children's breeding ground. With the way her womb had been stretched Chrysalis expected the siren to foal at the very least a dozen changeling-sirens hybrids on her first term. But in the end it depended on how many eggs Adagio’s ovaries had released when she entered her unnatural heat. Usually ponies would only carry one or two foals, but changeling young were smaller, she would have no issue gestating Chrysalis’ brood. Although she may have some problems with birthing them; Chrysalis looked worriedly at the siren’s hips, they were a little too narrow for her taste. It certainly had felt that way when her cock had stretched her insides. And there was one other siren that was even smaller.

Her gaze was drawn once again to the smallest sister, Sonata. She wasn’t the sexiest pony she had ever seen (that title belonged to a certain white alicorn she dreamed of breeding one day) but she certainly was the prettiest. The azure pony stirred something in Chrysalis, and not only her loins. Usually the perverted changeling's gaze was drawn to buxom females, ponies like Adagio with her magnificent jugs or Aria, with her wide birthing hips. She was a creature bent on breeding after all. But Sonata was different. Her diminutive stature and soft curves were strangely appealing in her opinion. Her lithe flanks were mouthwatering, with just enough meat to be firm. Her fur was perfect, shinny and soft. Even her little squeals of fear were titillating. And her features...

Chrysalis felt herself swoon. Sonata had the most inviting little muzzle, with a profile you usually only saw in museums, etched on antique statues and busts sculpted from the purest of marble. Considering sirens were immortal, like changeling queens, it was a real possibility that she had modeled for some of them, if her siren form was as beautiful as this one. Her cute pouty lips were full and glossy, begging for a kiss the changeling was dying to give. She had a delicate pointed nose, framed by a pair of alluring sexy lavender eyes with long and curved eyelashes. She was simply gorgeous. The perfect mate. The purest most innocent creature the long lived changeling had ever laid her eyes on. She couldn't wait to cover her exquisite face in spunk, let it mix with her tears, before licking it off sloppily.

Chrysalis' tongue quivered in anticipation. This one would have a special place in her hive. Chrysalis could feel herself harden as she considered never shedding her male genitals after the first few waves of changeling hybrids were born; like she had done ages ago. Like her predecessors had done since the dawn of time. Instead she could have Sonata every day, increasing exponentially the size of her hive instead of waiting for her children to multiply by themselves. This went against the natural order, but that only made it more desirable. Two immortals, locked in an eternal mating frenzy. Her sisters would have to be kept alive to make sure she remained happy, but that could have its benefits. They could be given to their own children as egg incubators for example. Or she could use Adagio's fun bags as pillows. Speaking of which, Sonata's teats were small and firm, her nipples just a shade darker than the rest of her fur. Chrysalis couldn't resist rubbing her snout against the little mounds.

Sonata whimpered when Chrysalis nuzzled her belly, wiggling to escape the touch. The changeling took the rejection in stride; she had time to work on their relationship. Relationship? Chrysalis had never thought about her interactions with anyone as relationships. She idly wondered if this was love. The fluttering in her dark heart whenever she looked the siren in the eyes. The desire to brush her mane, playing with her ponytail. The irresistible urge to shove her dick in her snatch, make her scream in pleasure and agony, watch her balloon with her seed, cover her in semen until she couldn't remember the color of her fur… Yep, definitely love. Maybe she would ask Cadance for confirmation when they met again: they could have a nice chat around tea and biscuits while the Princess of Love was speared on her dick. Oh, she didn't hate her: the pink bitch had thwarted her plans, but her hate was reserved for another alicorn. Chrysalis was just curious to see what hers and Cadance's offspring would be capable off. But that was for another time.

Chrysalis considered the last sister, Aria, the muzzled pony still glaring daggers at her. If she followed the list she was next. The purple siren would be a fun ride too, her ample flanks looked deliciously well toned, but she was not as appealing as her little sister right now. She had given her word Sonata would be last. But then again… maybe she could indulge a little. Just a little. The changeling’s magic took hold of Sonata’s face, making her look into her green slitted eyes. She smiled, trying to appease the panicked pony. It worked somewhat: at least she wasn’t crying anymore. Very carefully Chrysalis brought her muzzle to her ear.

“Do you remember when I said I would take you last?” Chrysalis whispered gently. Sonata nodded with relief, her eyes flicking to Aria with an apologetic grimace. She was worried about her sister? How precious. Time to reassure her. Chrysalis buried her snout in her mane, inhaling deeply before purring “I lied.”

Sonata’s eyes bulged in realization. She started to struggle and opened her mouth to scream. Chrysalis took the occasion to plunge her long wide tongue down her throat, closing her jaws around her delicate lips in a horrible mockery of a kiss. To Sonata’s horrified sisters it looked like Chrysalis was trying to swallow the small pony whole, just like a snake. The changeling reveled in what she perceived as a romantic moment, exploring her partner and enjoying her reactions. Sonata kept squirming under her grasp. She began to squeal in fear whenever the changeling’s razor sharp teeth scraped against her blunt pony dentition. She tried not to move when the needle like fangs grazed her fur. She dry-heaved as she started to choke on the fat oozing tongue still thrashing in her throat. Her tears ran freely down her puffed cheek. Everything she did made the changeling’s heart soar. Chrysalis’ cock was twitching madly with need, but she wanted to make the passionate moment last. For now she contented herself with beating her cock against her barrel, her length already leaking in anticipation.

Before long Sonata’s eyes started to roll back, her air supply exhausted. Just before she could slip into blissful oblivion the psychopathic changeling released her prey, her lengthy tongue slithering out noisily. The pony greedily inhaled, coughing on Chrysalis’ abundant drool. Meanwhile the changeling was happy to wait, cooing as she licked Sonata's tears from her cheeks. Everything about the little pony made Chrysalis unbearably hard. Her green eyes followed a stray drop running down the siren's cheeks, flowing to her neck. Captivated she leaned in, rubbing her nose on Sonata's collar, breathing in her scent; the scent of prey. Unable to stop herself she suddenly snapped her jaws around the siren’s slender neck, her deadly fangs sliding safely on her nape. Adagio held her breath, thinking that Chrysalis was going in for the kill, and looked away with a sob. Aria yelled in fear for her sister's life, her desperate screams muffled by her muzzle, trying with all her might to break free. Chrysalis whined softly as she felt Sonata gulp; the siren was deathly afraid, arousing the changeling’s predatory instincts. She couldn’t help but bite a little harder, her sharp teeth sinking into her coat without puncturing it. Chrysalis held on, leaving a lasting impression of her wolfish teeth on her mate’s neck. After what felt like an eternity to all the sirens, the changeling opened her maw, staring proudly at the bite mark on Sonata’s neck, a lasting mark of propriety.

Satisfied, her cock bounced against her stomach once again and she was astonished to feel her flare had already begun forming; flaring while outside of a mate, that had never happened to her before. Chrysalis had no intention of wasting her seed on the floor, not to mention embarrassing herself in front of her love. She freed Sonata’s hooves, intent on mounting her as fast as possible, but she had to jump away as the pony started flailing around in a panic, a buck just missing her black muzzle. The motion caused her balls to collide painfully with her thighs, making her grunt. The fat orbs began to constrict and pull up: she was out of time. Sonata found herself back on the wall, her legs stuck spread-eagle like before, but this time the changeling reared back and pressed herself against the bound pony.

Chrysalis’ back hooves shuffled drunkenly on the ground while her fore-hooves rested lightly on Sonata's shoulders, her wings buzzing desperately as she sought her equilibrium. Sonata didn’t understand what the changeling was trying to do until she felt something horribly hard and wide collide with her nethers. Looking down she saw the giant black dick kissing her privates, head glistening. She almost fainted right on the spot. Chrysalis’ cock was already larger than any normal pony, but without being constricted her flare had grown monstrous, its girth twice as wide as her shaft. It was so hard that it forced Sonata’s thighs apart, the restraints on her hooves stretching to accommodate her new position.

“I’m sorry my love.” Chrysalis’ honeyed words chilled Sonata to the bone. The changeling was staring at her with a dopey expression, a terribly sweet smile on her muzzle. She had seen that look before: when she was putting someone under her spell. The idea of this crazy monster having special feelings for her made her heart drop in disgust. “I couldn’t help it, I just want you sooo baaaad.” The changeling’s repuslive tongue leaped at her, coating her muzzle in ooze. Sonata clenched her jaw shut, refusing to let it into her mouth even when the tentacle pried her lips open. It retreaded after covering her clinched teeth in gunk. Sonata had no time to celebrate her small victory; she squirmed as the flat cock pushed against her little opening. There was just no way it could enter her, but it seemed Chrysalis had other ideas. “Don’t move, I don’t want any of it to go to waste.”

The changeling heaved, her dick pressed firmly against Sonata’s pussy, her green magic surrounding the shaft to hold it steady. The pony wondered fearfully what her captor was planning until she felt something slip between her lower lips. It was small and round, like one of those horrible tampons she had to use as a human, but shorter. What was that… She gasped when a terrible warmth started to spread inside her. The flared head was quivering, delivering a heavy load that splattered directly into her unused cunt. The changeling had pressed her protruding cock hole directly into her tight opening; she was being filled with thick changeling cum.

Sonata tried to scream but once again Chrysalis took the open mouth as an invitation for her trademark nightmarish kiss. Only this time the flat tentacle didn’t go down Sonata's throat, it was content on wrestling the small pony tongue into submission. She squirmed and hollered into the changeling’s maw, to no avail. The cock down below was still pumping incredible amounts of jizz into her pussy, the spurts powerful enough to blast the seed right against her cervix. Thankfully the barrier stayed firmly contracted, not letting any unwanted sperm past. But the spunk still pooled inside her, stretching her velvety walls painfully.

The flared head stayed pressed painfully against her honey pot, preventing any spills, until the pressure was too great: Sonata's small cunt couldn't expand like a womb, and the sticky seed started to spray from her lips, splattering her thighs and Chrysalis' abdomen. Yet the changeling still didn't stop cumming, her tongue wiggling in the siren's mouth, and she just ground here cock harder. Sonata’s jaw started to feel sore from the kiss, and she wondered how long this could go on for.

A few minutes later Sonata cried out in relief as Chrysalis released her mouth, but kept pumping into her over-stuffed cunt. Every spurt was now accompanied with a shudder from the changeling, a glance to her face explained why. Chrysalis seemed to be exhausted, her eyelids dropping as her tongue lolled about limply; she had hoped Sonata's cervix would open under the pressure, but the blue pony didn't show any sign of being in heat, and her precious spunk was escaping around her dick, splashing her belly. The changeling's hips shook with frustration, wishing she could just penetrate her mate. A few erratic jerks misaligned the flared head, and Sonata was promptly covered in strands of thick royal jelly. The stuff clung to her fur like glue, warm and dense, the smell making her head spin. She tried to only breathe with her mouth, but a gooey strand chose to land directly into it, making her gag.

Meanwhile Chrysalis took in the sight of her love covered in her spunk; in her twisted world views this meant that the blue pony was hers, body and soul. She owned this lovely mare, and next time she got around to fuck her she would do it right. The thought caused her balls to seize, her cock kicking as a powerful jet of cum blasted against Sonata's chin, spraying her hapless sister's in the process. Soon the surge tapered, and with a sigh she released her last pent up jizz, the weak spurt landing wetly on Sonata’s small perky teats.

The flare started to subside, the length growing soft as dribbles of semen escaped Sonata’s cunt. The siren sighed in relief and worked her lower muscles, trying to expel as much as she could. Chrysalis was disappointed as the dribble turned into a torrent; so much wasted seed. Looking up from the tragic loss, she took in Sonata’s red face, her eyes clenched. She mistook the siren’s look of concentration for one of grief, and trying to console her mate she moved her flagging cock to plug at least some of the wasted load.

It was with great surprise that the head of her dick popped inside Sonata with barely any resistance. She and Chrysalis stared at each other for a few instant, their shocked expressions comically matching. Between Sonata's attempts at opening herself up and the stretching she had received, her cunt was wide enough for the flared but slightly soft head to penetrate. Chrysalis realized she could still salvage this session, her dick starting to harden, and Sonata knew in her heart that she was doomed. The changeling muzzle stretched into a predatory grin, while the pony closed her eyes in acceptance. Chrysalis started to thrust slowly, her cock still a little soft but quickly thickening. She inhaled Sonata’s scent, blended with her own. She thought about their future children, thought about the still dry womb she had to water, and finally said a single word.

“MINE!”

Her cock sprang to life in a heartbeat, stretching the small pony painfully. Sonata winced and wept quietly, her distress unnoticed as Chrysalis only concentrated on impregnating her mate. Her balls still needed a refill and would not be ready to fire without some rest, but Sonata was already carrying more than enough in her stretched cunt. She would not be bloated like Adagio had been, but it suited the queen just fine. It would preserve Sonata’s appealing physique, if only temporarily. Chrysalis pumped mechanically, only inserting the head and a little of her shaft. She didn’t want any of the stored spunk to escape around her cock. Needing just a little push for her flare to grow completely hard, Chrysalis searched for Sonata's marvelous eyes, only to find them closed.

“Sonata?” Chrysalis hesitantly asked. The pony opened her eyes, but the changeling saw so much sadness and hurt in those orbs that she halted her shallow thrusts. She didn't even notice as the siren's eyes shone with power, a red twinkle blinking in and out of existence on her chest. A seed of doubt started to grow inside the usually uncaring changeling, her cock deflating rapidly. Did she hurt the pony she loved so badly? Had she been hurting her from the start? Did Sonata hate her? Why did Chrysalis care? Why did she care so much! The more she doubted herself, the stronger the red light shone, starting to solidify into sharp jewel.

Sonata for her part was tired of it all. Her hips were sore from being stretched apart, her lower lips felt raw from the rough prodding, and her pussy was almost too small to accommodate Chrysalis’ giant cock. She just wanted this to be over. She looked at the confused queen, thinking that the changeling was looking for a way to finish in a spectacular fashion, and decided to help her along the way, if only to be free of the alien presence down below.

Chrysalis was lost in a spiral of self realization about all the foul deeds she had committed when Sonata moaned loudly, the changeling gasping as her mate wiggled her hips. Chrysalis stared, not understanding this change in attitude. The siren’s eyelids fluttered, her gaze turning sultry. The changeling’s cock hardened. Sonata licked her lips. The head started to flare slightly. Sonata opened her mouth, letting her tongue out with another sensual moan as her eyes rolled back. The flare exploded, mushrooming out of control. Chrysalis carelessly destroyed any semblance of self doubt from her mind, her introspective thoughts forgotten forever. All that mattered was that Sonata wanted her. She wanted her cock. She wanted her children. And Chrysalis would not make her wait. The red jewel dimmed, sinking into the siren's coat, unnoticed by all.

Chrysalis kissed Sonata fiercely, but this time the small pony responded in kind, her tongue darting into the changeling’s mouth. The queen whimpered in happiness, carefully guiding her lover’s tongue away from her dangerous teeth. With a triumphant heave she thrust her flared head into Sonata’s love tunnel, catching all the remaining semen and pressing the sticky mass against her cervix. As the pressure made her last barrier crumble, Sonata lost herself in the slobbering kiss, forgetting for an instant with whom she was sharing it. She just tried to enjoy the horrible moment, and even began to appreciate the way Chrysalis’ cock distended her belly, the flare clearly visible under her fur as it battered her insides.

When the first drops of cum dripped into her womb, she disengaged from the kiss and cried in pleasure. Chrysalis joined her an instant later as the flared head was sheathed one final time. The wall of spunk was compressed against the siren’s wall, building pressure before popping her cervix like a cork on a bottle of champagne. The thick sludge gushed into her womb in an impressive display of explosive decompression, splattering powerfully against her internal walls. Chrysalis squealed in happiness when her flare kissed Sonata’s open cervix; her balls churned desperately but she could only fire a measly pint into her lover, the load traveling lethargically down her shaft before it plopped sluggishly into Sonata’s womb. Not realizing that her emission was very much respectable in comparison to a normal pony, Chrysalis vowed to make it up to her lover next time. Maybe by filling her up to her limit, then draining it all out, before stuffing her once again. That sounded like fun.

Panting, Chrysalis tried to extract herself from the intimate embrace, but her hooves slipped in the puddle of wasted cum and she fell on her ass. Sonata screeched as the flared head rushed out of her, seeming to pull her insides out. But before she could begin to feel any more pain a soothing sensation took away her discomfort. The siren peeked fearfully at her belly with her tear filled eyes, surprised to see it glow with an emerald shine. She turned her gaze to the sprawled changeling. Chrysalis was staring up at her with the look a prisoner gave the sky after decades of dungeon life. Her magic was working away at healing her mate, her limp cock lying in a puddle of her own jizz. The flash of green siren magic was lost amongst her equally green eyes.

“You are mine, forever.” Chrysalis said with her awestruck expression still intact. "Mine." Her twisted version of love was making her heart flutter. As far as she was concerned they might as well have just exchanged vows, their union sealed and consumed.

Sonata didn’t know what she could say to avoid enraging the demented changeling, but it seemed that Chrysalis didn’t care. Sonata's hooves were freed, her body carefully lowered to the ground; the crazy changeling even took the time to brush a wild strand of azure mane out of her eyes. Sonata was confused by the gentle treatment, and her heart stopped as Chrysalis threw her hooves around her head. Sonata shuddered: the changeling was leaning in for a kiss. She prepared herself for another traumatic experience, squaring her shoulders. But this was not the fang-tipped, jaw-unhinged-like-a-snake, tentacle-tongue-trying-to-tickle-her-stomach smooch that she had expected. It was just a quick closed-lip kiss, Chrysalis’ surprisingly soft lips brushing against her own. The gesture was so chaste (especially in comparison to what had just happened and the fact that she was standing in a puddle of pungent gooey spunk eeew) that Sonata's brain just gave up, shutting down. It almost made her miss the weak pull of magic that linked her to the changeling. She squeaked in surprise, testing her magic. It was fragile, but it was there. Somehow Sonata had managed to put Chrysalis under her spell. Now all she needed was to strengthen their connection.

As Sonata gazed at the infatuated queen she realized three things. One: the changeling was crazier than a bunch of raccoons high on crystal meth. Two: she seemed to genuinely care for her, and that meant that there was a nugget of good under all her crazy rapist exterior. She could use that unexpected weakness to her advantage. And three: if she could get Chrysalis totally under her control she would be a great benefit towards the sirens’ goal of taking over Equestria. Although if she wanted to avoid having her little pussy destroyed by the sex crazed changeling again and again she would have to play it smart. And that meant she needed her sisters’ help.

Sonata smiled confidently. She was a siren. She and her sisters excelled at manipulating all who fell under their spell. And Chrysalis was definitely under hers; without even having to resort to her singing the changeling had fallen head over heels. Since Chrysalis was so obsessed with her, Sonata was ready to give herself willingly to ensure Adagio’s and Aria’s well being, but she was sure it wouldn’t be necessary. With Chrysalis so lost in lovesick wonderment and her siren powers awakening, how hard could it be to make the changeling promise to never hurt her or her sisters again? It should be a piece of cake to turn the once proud queen into an ally, and before long Chrysalis could be bowing to her every command. She would have to be the most incompetent siren of all times to screw this up.

…

Ooooh boy.