Nuptial Flight

The placid surface of the subterranean lake rippled as Chrysalis tried to lunge at the retreating Aria, but the pain made her stumble, forehooves hitting the water heavily as her hind legs collapsed. The blow had rattled her horn to its base, sending vibrations all the way to her brain; her vision swam with double Arias pulling double Sonatas out of the water. Chrysalis tried to stand up and pursue her prey, but her head exploded with a symphony of pain, spots dancing before her eyes. She tried to clear her mind but another burst of sensations washed over her, making her head spin. Pleasure, this time, was radiating from her cock and making her dizzy. Chrysalis’ eyes focused on her groin, uncomprehending. She must have been seeing things, because there seemed to be a pony clinging to her length like a monkey.

Chrysalis tried to speak but her face contorted from sensory overload, all thoughts forgotten when the pony embracing her dick started to pleasure it. Adagio had begun to noisily slurp on the head of the giant cock, hugging it tight. The siren was adept at giving head, she knew the weak spots on the cocks of many species, and she transcribed her knowledge on Chrysalis’ member. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, managing to pop the blunt head inside. Her jaws were forced open painfully, but she soldiered on. The plan was still ongoing. She sucked on the giant cock like a massive lollipop, running her tongue all over the edge of the soft flare. Precum drizzled onto her tongue, and she winced as her pussy started to burn in need. The taste was awful, and she couldn’t help but try to swallow more. The more she gulped down, the more her cunt begged for a dick, her womb gaping open, thirsty for more spunk. In desperation she began grinding her dripping nethers on the pole she was hugging, her slit slobbering all over the turgid length. Her swollen teats were pressed against Chrysalis’ balls, the contact making them both squirm. The changeling was dazed from the agony and bliss, but a loud voice cut through her disorientation.

“You like that, don’t you sis.” Aria chuckled.

Chrysalis’s slit-eyed gaze zeroed in on the hated voice, one of her pupils a little slower and wider than the other. She inhaled sharply, then hissed with venomous hatred. Aria and Sonata were sitting on the edge of the pool, dripping and flushed. The two sisters contorted together, their forms interlocked in a sensual embrace. The bigger siren was hugging her sister from behind, Aria’s hind legs holding Sonata’s thighs wide open in a lewd wrestling move. Sonata’s fragile slit was fully exposed, dripping with her own arousal and Chrysalis’ slobber, but you could barely see under the purple hooves rubbing all over her groin. Aria smiled wickedly as her forehooves dug into her sister’s crotch, finally fulfilling one of her most depraved fantasies. She played with Sonata’s small teats, tenderly pinching her dark blue nipples, enjoying her sister’s little squeaks of confusion.

“A… Aria?” Sonata mumbled, her mind still fogged by pleasure.

“Shhh, just enjoy this.” Aria whispered, pressing her muzzle into her ear.

“What are you doing?” Sonata squirmed, but she was held too tightly. “No… NO!”

Chrysalis’ frayed mane bristled as her love tried to get free, her rage making her concussion more painful. She watched as Aria reached for her sister’s lower lips, making Sonata mewl in protest. She lightly brushed against Sonata’s dripping sex, humming a sweet little tune. Aria stroked her hoof in circles over her sister’s pussy, petting it with extreme gentleness. Before long Sonata was winking uncontrollably, squirting juices in the water, in the direction of the changeling slowly falling into insanity. Aria took advantage of her sister’s contraction to dig a little deeper, the edge of her hoof sinking into her fragile glistening slit. She carefully searched for Sonata’s clitoral hood, found the quivering little nub and grinded more vigorously to uncover her sister’s love button.

Sonata’s moans of conflicted pleasure pushed Chrysalis’ to instinctively appeal to her magic, wanting to pry her mate from her rival, since her limbs were still too numb. Magic concentrated at the base of her horn, but the sucker punch had severely cracked its surface, making spell casting unstable. Power surged into her brain like an electric shock, the backlash making her cry out in pain. Aria heard her, looking up from her perverted exploration. She found the changeling’s mismatched eyes staring, brimming with tears and hatred. She smirked and rubbed on Sonata’s clitoris furiously, making the little siren shriek in bliss. Aria's smile widened as her sister came under her forceful hooves, then she mouthed one terrible word.

Mine.

Chrysalis’ howl was the most feral cry of rage that Adagio had ever heard, but she still held on. She didn’t know what Aria was doing to get to the changeling, but boy was it working; she was happy Aria had insisted on taking their sister to safety. She yelped as Chrysalis managed to stand on four wobbling hooves, making the siren fall in the water. Thankfully the berserk changeling’s head was still swimming with pain, and her forelegs buckled under the strain, falling face first into the pond. Aria laughed mockingly as her rival stumbled, with her head down and ass up it looked like she was bowing to her. Adagio emerged and shook her long mane out of her eyes just as Chrysalis’ head sank under the water, and her heart rate skyrocketed: the water was regenerative, the blow to her head would be healed in a just a few instants. Without wasting time Adagio scrambled under the hunched changeling, positioning herself carefully. She had just lined up her cunt with Chrysalis’s cock when the infuriated changeling rose explosively, water spraying everywhere as her furor was revealed.

Aria felt a thrill of abject fear, afraid for her own life for the first time in a long, long time; she hugged Sonata like a teddy bear as the changeling’s true nature emerged. Chrysalis was not angry. She had completely and utterly lost her damn mind. The changeling’s mane was crackling with latent power, hairs rising around her head like a neon green halo. Her muzzle was drawn back in a feral snarl, her chops revealing her rows of sharp predator teeth, ready to sink into the siren that had been foolish enough to encroach on her territory. Her feline pupils had completely dilated; her eyes were now completely black, just like a shark. This was not the sophisticated villain who loved to scheme, divide & conquer from the shadows and took time to goad her enemies. This was a bloodthirsty demon hell-bent on destruction, a beast that would have ripped the wedding participants apart before destroying Canterlot three times over.

Chrysalis gave a thunderous roar, the savage howl promising pain and death. The ravenous monster lunged forward. Adagio couldn’t stop the sharp wail of pain that ripped out of her throat: the flared head had plunged into her without mercy. She was pretty sure she would have been ripped open if the healing water wasn’t keeping her whole. Chrysalis was anchored down as she hilted, falling on Adagio with a wild snarl. The raging changeling tried to push herself back, but her flared head was bathed in the warmth of a fertile womb, begging for her semen. Unable to combat her instincts in her feral state the changeling started humping urgently, releasing her packed sperm in a rush as she stared at Aria, her eyes promising gruesome murder. The siren felt the waves of hatred hit her, and she cheered internally as her pendant grew stronger and stronger. She just needed one last nudge.

“Oh, are you choosing Adagio over Sonata?” Aria wondered aloud. “That’s so saaaad.” She grasped Sonata’s head between her hooves, making the confused pony look at Chrysalis pounding relentlessly into their sister. “Look at that, in the end you couldn’t even be her fucktoy for long before you screwed-up, like always.” Sonata’s eyes brimmed with tears. “She prefers your big sister, like everyone does.” Chrysalis’ hate was fueled by the hurt on her love’s streaming eyes. “But don’t worry sweetie,” Aria looked at Chrysalis with a maniacal grimace, grinning ear to ear “you can be mine!” she dragged her tongue over Sonata’s tear soaked cheeks.

“NO!” Chrysalis shouted, finally regaining control over her body, her berserk state subsiding as her rage was drained away. She shoved Adagio away, the siren too shocked by Aria’s actions to hold on; this was not what she had signed up for, she would never agree to hurt Sonata like that. The siren went flying into the water, leaving a trail of spunk as she went. Chrysalis charged her rival, but she was stopped on her tracks when a bright burst of light blinded her, before a shockwave of magic made her stumble. Aria started cackling, her fur shinning red as her siren powers awakened fully. Sonata fell limply into the water, knocked-out by the magical surge.

Aria’s body exploded outwards, her limbs shifting and stretching. Her hind legs fused together in a long and powerful fish tail, as the rest of her expanding body was covered in armored scales. Her teeth grew serrated, razor sharp and huge, the unholy offspring of a piranha and a wolf. Her size grew tenfold, as did the radiant jewel imbedded in her chest, fins sprouting from her back as she grew longer and longer. And to Adagio’s great disgust Aria chose to alter her body in one last sickening way. Adagio decided there and then to slap her little sister after this was over, see if she could put some shame into that girl; one-upping Chrysalis in that particular way also hadn’t been in their plans. Aria roared in triumph, the great flying half-horse half-fish soared through the air, a hippocampus reborn.

Chrysalis had sprung into action as soon as the transformation had begun, but not to stop it. Instead she rushed to Sonata’s floating body, bit gently on her scruff and hastily carried the unconscious pony away from the dangerous magical outburst. She heard Aria’s savage cheers but she was too focused on Sonata’s gentle breathing. The changeling was depositing her precious charge on dry land when something incredibly heavy landed on her back. Chrysalis’ head whipped around, and the queen found herself nose to nose with a familiar and terrible face.

“Hiiiiii!” Aria said cheerfully, showing off her huge canines. Her maw was now much larger that the changeling’s, the siren could probably swallow the queen’s head whole. Her bulk was twice as wide as Chrysalis’ body and thrice as long, dwarfing the usually imposing queen. “Aren’t you a sweet little thing?” She brought her huge forehooves around Chrysalis’ neck, immobilizing her.

“Clever girl...” Chrysalis growled, recognizing she had been had. All her hatred had been drained to fuel Aria’s transformation. It had all been a show, and now she felt emotionally exhausted and empty of all her residual magic.

“You’re mine now, little Queeny.” Aria laughed, dragging the changeling into the air, away from the pool’s edge. She constricted her fish tail around Chrysalis’ shapely behind as she flew close to the ceiling. “And I’m about to rock your world.”

“You don’t scare me.” Chrysalis smirked, keeping calm. “You were wise to neutralize my magic, but I don’t need it to win in a fight with you. My carapace is hard as steel, my fangs sharp as spears, my wings powerful as a hurricane!” Chrysalis started to buzz her wings, intent on showing this little upstart what it meant to be a changeling queen, but her concentration was shattered when something wet and pointy made contact with her behind.

“I know one place where you carapace is very soooooft.” Aria hissed, her serpentine tongue teasing the changeling’s ear. She contorted her lower body, arching her tail to bring her loins closer to Chrysalis’ rear.

“What the hay!” Chrysalis yelped, surprised despite herself. The suspicious barb impacted between her buttcheeks, making them jiggle. It also left a strand of viscous fluid behind; poison? “Since when do sirens have stingers?!”

“Since absorbing changeling magic can make you get freaky with your transformations.” Aria chuckled. She made some last adjustments, her new addition pushing Chrysalis’ ballsack out of the way. She licked her lips as she found the changelings dripping cunt, and readied herself to thrust. “Also, that’s not a stinger. That’s my dick you fuckwit.”

“What?” Chrysalis eyes shot wide open, not believing what she had just heard. But the thing teasing her fat slit open could only be one thing.

“Thank you for flying Aria Air International, and welcome to the mile high club.”

“WHAT?!” Chrysalis had just enough time to shout before Aria’s huge tapered penis speared her insides.

“FUCK YEAH!” Aria roared in pleasure. She did a loop of celebration before choosing to fly on her back, Chrysalis’ wings tickling her belly as the queen was pressed against her. She held on with her strong forelegs then started to roughly hump into the screeching changeling. Aria’s cock was enormous, its girth on par with Chrysalis’ flare, maybe even bigger. But the head was narrow and flexible, making penetration much easier; the rest of her widening length could just slide-in to stretch the changeling’s insides gradually. “Hey Queeny, can you get preggers right now?” The changeling went silent, and the siren saw Chrysalis’ eyes widden fearfully. “I’ll take that as a yes...” Aria squeezed her hooves tighter around her prey and gave an excited shove, making Chrysalis’ black cock swing like a pendulum, the length pointing up like a mast on their love boat.

If there was one thing Chrysalis avoided at all cost, it was being around males during her nuptial flights. It was the only time a changeling queen could be impregnated by non-changelings, giving them a larger choice of partners since they were able to breed with males and females alike. But Chrysalis was disgusted by the idea of being knocked up in such a way; she only saw her womb as a nurturing ground for changeling eggs, not hybrid foals. To be carried by the queen was a mark of superior stock in her hive: she selected the best drones to be her lovers, and only the ones she deemed worthy could fill her with their eggs. She had always seen her royal slit as a sacred ground. She idly remembered the last drone she had taken to her bed, D20-2001, such a sweetie, strong and passionate, a prime example amongst changeling drones. And now she had a filthy siren inside her, pounding away like a mad dog. She yelled and tried to free herself, but the over-charged pendant on Aria’s chest gave her the edge she needed. The siren smirked and opened her fang filled mouth wide.

Aria began to sing, her siren powers flowing from the pendant, twisting her vocal cords. Her contralto purr turned into a baritone rumble, a new voice emerging from the siren’s muzzle. It was a voice like warm cocoa on a cold winter night, a voice that could melt the most frigid and bitter female into a dripping hot mess, a voice that could transform the most inept male into a goddam sexual tyrannosaurus. A wave of erotic energy spread across Equestria as the world was graced with this song for the first time, and all over the world mares spontaneously went into heat without any reasonable explanation. It was deep, it was sensual, it was sexy, it was Barry White.

“Stop that noise!” Chrysalis squirmed madly but she was quickly overwhelmed by the powerful song. “We are not making love! And what is not enough?!” Normally she could have shrugged off the siren compulsion, but with Aria ramming her fat cock into her sensitive walls the words assaulted her mind, shattering her concentration. “Don’t call me your darling you miserable wretch!”

Aria continued singing merrily, pounding the queen with gusto. She timed her thrusts to the beat of the song, using Chrysalis’ rump as a percussion instrument; she rammed the changeling about twice every second, the obscene sloshing from hitting Chrysalis’ balls marking the tempo. She compensated her relatively slow pace by putting all her strength behind each humps, making the changeling jump into her constricting hooves. Maybe she had made a miscalculation when she had given herself a dick, because the changeling felt much too tight. Her cock struggled to get deeper, most of her shaft sliding under Chrysalis’ heavy balls, she only had sunk a small portion of her length; but that just made her thrust harder.

“I don’t care how you should feel, release me!” Chrysalis screeched, wincing as her cunt was stretched more and more by the unrelenting siren. Her eyes widened fearfully as the siren approached the chorus, Aria’s voice growing in proportion to the strength of her pounding. “No, don’t scream my name!” She barked. “Sonata’s the only one I…”

Aria exploded into the refrain with renewed vigor, and her girth finally overcame Chrysalis’ tightness. The changeling screamed bloody murder as the siren’s massive cock rushed into her, to Aria’s great satisfaction. The tapered end crashed into Chrysalis’ cervix, instantly prying it open. The narrow head wiggled into the changeling’s womb before retracting, only to come back and pry her open a little more. Aria increased the strength of her thrusts to avoid losing the tempo.

Feeling her last sanctuary invaded Chrysalis’ saw red; she would not let herself be taken so easily. So suddenly that it was almost impossible to see, she struck like a cobra, twisting her neck to get at the siren. She was surprised to find that her fish scales were more than a match for her, hard like dragon hide. If she had good leverage she could probably pierce Aria’s armored skin, but from her position it was just impossible. And to make matters worse she was starting to enjoy the pounding she was receiving, her womb responding positively to the siren’s intrusion.

With a shiver of dread Chrysalis realized that the siren’s song was starting to seep into her mind, the promises of love-making sending her heart aflutter. She was truly falling under the siren’s spell. She wiggled around in a panic and her horn unexpectedly ignited, finally recovering from the siren’s cowardly blow. Magic rushed into her veins, and with a triumphant smile she pointed her horn towards Aria’s muzzle, grinning at the surprise she found there. She charged a deadly beam of magic, took careful aim for the siren’s panicked face… and let the magic fizzle out, a moan escaping her throat. The song had her completely.

Everything was love, everything was pleasure, she could only think about that deep beautiful voice and the cock ravaging her insides. She couldn’t go against the melody’s compulsion, the siren’s powers ordering her to enjoy the rough fucking and think of nothing else than her own gratification. Just before she could fall into total oblivion she made one last ditch effort: instead of fighting the song she embraced it, and decided to ride it to the bitter end. She ignited her horn once again and focused on the siren’s feelings.

Aria was too busy enjoying the changeling’s cramped oozing insides to realize that her song was being corrupted right away. When she did it was too late: Chrysalis was not just a victim of her powers, she was now part of the song. The changeling used her returned magic to feed on Aria’s lust and bliss, while the siren absorbed Chrysalis’ hatred and pain. The feedback loop turned into Chrysalis’ favor, the queen giving the melody a new goal. Aria experienced a moment of panic when the changeling took complete control, but she quickly realized that Chrysalis wasn’t trying to go against the song. The changeling had taken the reins by embracing its message completely: make love. And she was going to obey; with a vengeance.

Adagio had Sonata in a loving hug, trying to console her littlest sister as the blue pony stared at the unfolding events looking anxious, ringing her hooves together. It was distressing to see how much Sonata cared about that damn changeling now. They watched with conflicted expressions as Aria and Chrysalis flew high in the air, and they didn’t see the green mist pooling around their hooves, taking hold of them. They were suddenly dragged, screaming and kicking, into the air. The changeling magic brought them into Chrysalis’ view. The queen was sweating and wincing, but she had a nasty smile on her muzzle all the same. Aria was watching the unfolding events curiously, and she too started to smile as she understood what the changeling had in mind. She went on with the song, attacking the last part with savage intent, her cock wiggling into Chrysalis’ womb with more and more ease.

Sonata squealed as she was dropped unto Chrysalis’ lap, the quivering black cock between her legs. She could feel the changeling’s desperate balls rubbing against her pussy, and she exchanged a look with Chrysalis. The queen was looking at her with pleading eyes, but she was leaving it up to her. Sonata was free to choose what she wanted. The changeling’s loving eyes were obstructed from view as Adagio floated in, the oldest siren flailing to escape. Chrysalis had no qualms about forcing this particular siren, and her black hooves took hold of her thighs, bringing the pony towards her unhinged jaws. Adagio tried to protest but the changeling’s tentacle slithered all over her leaking cunt, the remains of Chrysalis’ last ejaculation dripping into her maw. Sonata watched with horny interest as the tongue she was so familiar with ravaged her sister, Adagio going cross eyed from the pleasure. The little siren was presented with a choice: she could do nothing, she could use her mouth to pleasure the black shaft in front of her, or she could ride this beautiful dark beast. Her decision was easy.

As the song gained in intensity the four participants writhed with pleasure to the beat. Aria was delirious with unfamiliar bliss, her cock now hilting inside the changeling with each mighty thrust. Not wanting to finish too fast she extended the song, starting from the first chorus many times over, avoiding the last verse. She was cheating a little, but her long cock had struggled to penetrate fully, so she wanted to completely destroy the changeling’s insides before giving the queen her own gift. She kept ramming her cock with a savage rhythm, feeling her release rumble inside her body. An unfamiliar instinct took hold of her mind, clamoring she had to mark the changeling’s insides, claim the dangerous mare as her mate, and fill her with her spawn. Chrysalis could have her sisters, as long as Aria owned her body.

Chrysalis was moaning with the unprecedented feeling of a cock penetrating her womb, she had only allowed eggs in there until now. She knew what the burning in her belly meant; her body was changing to prepare for her inevitable pregnancy. Frustrated by her inability to escape the song she focused on twisting her tongue over Adagio’s dripping cunt. Chrysalis took her time to slobber all over her slit, pushing her lips apart before diving in. She searched for the siren’s hidden pearl, her fat tentacle teasing Adagio’s clitoris until the siren gushed explosively into her mouth. Satisfied for now, Chrysalis sent her tongue further, idly checking the siren’s womb. The changeling was surprised to find that her tongue could not penetrate Adagio’s cervix: it was magically sealed after her last filling, which meant that some of her eggs had been fertilized and had found a nesting site, a litter of changeling foals already beginning to grow inside her nurturing womb. Chrysalis’ heart soared despite her current predicament: Adagio was the first of her conquests to accept her seed. But the proud siren still hadn’t accepted her as a mate. It made Chrysalis more desperate to mount her and bring the stubborn mare into her herd.

Adagio was openly moaning in pleasure: the expert tongue slathering her insides was hitting all the right spots. Her womb was surprisingly spared from the changeling’s exploration, and she was thankful; her deepest chamber felt incredibly good as it was. She hummed as the tentacle coiled around her love button, pulling on her nub until she hit a powerful orgasm. And Chrysalis still wasn’t done, gobbling all her juices with apparent delight. Adagio decided that she could live with being serviced by the changeling in such a way, her mind going blank as she came once again, Chrysalis pressing her jaws around her groin to swallow everything she squirted. She leaned on her littlest sister’s shoulders to avoid falling on her face.

Sonata was riding the cock of her dreams with a dazed expression, the fact that she was in control made it much easier to take pleasure in the painful stretch she was receiving. She could even take it out before being filled and avoid any more risks of pregnancy. So she rode her lover, her little pussy gobbling the giant shaft rhythmically. Her big sister was right in front of her, limp beautiful mane cascading behind her, sweating and panting, her eyes unfocused. Sonata’s gaze followed a drop of sweat rolling down her heaving chest, until it splashed on her fat teats. And that’s when she realized that the changeling she was riding was undergoing a transformation. She watched with fascination as Chrysalis’ belly started to soften, the dark chitin becoming see-through. She could actually see her sister’s cock demolishing the changeling’s transparent womb. She rubbed a hoof on the clear surface, marveling at the way the strong hard carapace had turned into a soft pliable material. She squeaked as Aria gave a mighty shove and her cock distended Chrysalis’ womb, actually bumping against her hoof. The changeling’s muffled cry of pain made Sonata wince, so she redoubled her efforts, trying to pleasure her lover and help her bear with her crazy sister.

All four creatures were lost in a torment of euphoria as the transformed siren finally relented and let the song hit its last verse. Adagio and Sonata were already subject to powerful orgasms, their pussies constricting around Chrysalis’ tongue and cock, the changeling both anticipating and dreading the end of the song. On one hoof she would be allowed to cum at last, on the other Aria would be too. And with the way her womb was being battered there was no way she would escape being knocked up. She thought desperately for a way to escape such a fate, whinnying softly into Adagio’s rump, there had to be a way… But the song gave its last note. It was too late.

As soon as she was free from the song’s influence Chrysalis tried to shove Aria out of her with her magic, but the siren was holding onto her too tight, her cock pressed too deep. They all crashed into the pool below, Adagio and Sonata holding on to each other for dear life. As soon as they hit the water Aria’s cock throbbed, the whole length kicking as a jet of watery seed was fired from her loins and impacted into Chrysalis’ womb with the force of a fire hydrant. Chrysalis screamed in rage as her loins accepted the siren’s seed, releasing eggs to be fertilized. Sonata was enraptured by the sight of her lover’s insides being filled so completely, her sister’s cock spasming endlessly before disappearing from view under the milky liquid. As captivated with her sister’s orgasm as she was, she had forgotten to dismount the changeling. Too late did she feel the flare stretching her farthest walls, her eyes widening as her womb was opened. She brought her hooves to her distended belly, feeling the flare’s clear outline. She didn’t know if she was scared or excited, her confusion making her eyes tear up. Before she could break down her big sister rushed to her aid, like she always did, in the only way she could at the moment. Adagio tenderly kissed her sister full on the lips, holding Sonata’s head with extreme care and love as Chrysalis’ tongue still slithered in her insides. Sonata was too lost in a lusty haze to care she was kissing her own sister, she just knew she was someone that deeply cared about her, and that as long as Adagio was there the siren would always be okay.

Chrysalis snarled as her own release rumbled in her balls, the orbs jumping on the siren’s quivering shaft below. She could feel the disgusting siren sperm swirling in her womb, and she was enraged by knowing she would be impregnated by suck a weak bodied spunk: it was too diluted, not heavy enough and clearly had no adhesive quality. But she was no fool. Her changeling constitution would do everything to use the measly release to fill her with a host of changeling foals. This would be the first time she would actually give birth, and not expel eggs ready to be hatched. It scared her out of her mind. But she would not be alone. Sonata was still impaled on her shaft, the siren had not tried to pull out as she flared, so she had made her choice. Sonata was truly hers, and that alone could make up for everything. The fact that Adagio had already begun to gestate was the cherry on top. Of course she would still destroy Aria’s smelly fish cunt later, her siren body not immune to her changeling spunk. Her vengeful thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Sonata’s hooves caressing her flare through her coat, lovingly hugging her hilted cock. She didn’t care about anything else anymore besides filling the siren with her brood.

Sonata hiccupped in surprise as the first gush of seed hit her insides. She deepened her desperate kiss, her tongue bumping against Adagio’s reticent teeth. A powerful jerk from the embedded cock made her collapse against her sister, the two of them holding on to each other as Adagio finally decided to unclench her jaw, letting Sonata explore her mouth. She still guarded her own tongue though. She almost bit down as her sister’s hooves started playing with her teats, fondling them, massaging them. She didn’t have to endure it for long as Chrysalis hooves found Sonata’s, offering a gentle embrace that the little siren was happy to accept.

The changeling and pony held hooves like true lovers as Chrysalis unloaded all her syrupy love into Sonata. The queen’s lower body rose with jerky lurches, humping into her lover everytime she spurted or whenever Aria pounded inside her. The large siren’s eyes were dazed, instinctually trying to cum as deep as possible, making Chrysalis’ swelling belly turn white under her translucent carapace. Adagio’s head was jostled as Sonata bounced on her lover’s lap, the older siren barely conscious as her sister sucked on her tongue. Sonata was swaying her hips sensually in harmony with Chrysalis’ every motions, taking great care of staying hilted as deeply as possible, loving the feeling of her swelling womb. If she wasn’t knocked up from this they would just have to try again. Sonata and Chrysalis shared that thought, their hooves squeezing in unison, their hearts swelling with love and lust.