Queen of the Changelings; Master of Me

The scope of this place, whatever and wherever it was located, was MASSIVE. I swear we’ve been walking around for 10 minutes, and we still haven’t reached her quarters yet. Then again, that little smirk she kept on flashing me every so often and the many crowds of smaller apocalypse changeling horses we kept on passing by in big chambers made me think she was humiliating me on purpose by making detours into the crowded areas. She was thoroughly enjoying it, while I was not, expectedly.

Her thoughts of schadenfreude aside, this place where they lived and worked was incredible to look at. The walls were composed of a type of rock that had a very dark shade of gray with streaks of lighter shades running through it here and there. The rooms and hallways were lit up with the most peculiar of lighting. Instead of torches and candles that you’d expect, they had these gemstones and crystals held up in racks nailed into the wall. These stones glowed with the power of a modern day camping lantern. The best part was that whatever color the stone was, the light reflected that same color. Most of the gems around the area were white crystals which lit the areas up nicely with hints of rubies, sapphires, and what not to, what I believe from observations, signal a room’s function.

Most of the rooms had open frames in place of doorways for easy access inside and out. I would sometimes get a good look inside of these rooms and chambers whenever we had to slow down for traffic. The main chambers were big enough to house 3 to 4 story office buildings. While that may not seem big in an open area, in an enclosed area such as where I was, it was huge. The ceilings were also something to gander at. Every single inch of the ceiling in these huge chambers was covered from head to toe in these enlarged green honeycomb patterns and cocoons. Undoubtedly, I could only assume that these honeycombs and cocoons were the changelings’ homes and areas of rest. The corridors were nothing to scoff at either. They were about the width of a single lane road and tall enough for a moving truck to maneuver through; very spacious and roomy. If there was one thing that seemed the most out of place, however, would have to be streaks of leftover goo all over the place.

The awkward sensation of a walking around naked in public seemed to be leaving me, although hints of it would come back every so often when I see one of those changelings stare at me or make a slight snicker to their friends and mates. As that old sensation drifted away, a new sensation started to fill that missing gap within me; I suddenly realized how cold it really was in here. I’m not exactly sure how cold it was down here, but I could only guess that on its own, its chilly enough even with clothes on, so you can understand my predicament of having no clothes at all.

I understandably started to shiver quite a bit, and my only source of heat just so happened to be Queen Chrysalis. With no other choice except to freeze stiff, I tightened my grip around her neck a little bit and huddled close, trying to catch any heat radiating off her body. Close enough that I would get a little warmer but still subtle enough that she wouldn’t notice. I sort of regret that now. Her skin was like a sponge, now that I finally noticed. Although it looked perfectly solid from the outside like any other horse hide, when you squeeze her skin, some of that green goo comes oozing out. I must admit it was the strangest feeling ever. Imagine hugging your pillow and then it suddenly secretes warm green molasses. Knowing that the goo has a natural element of heat, I stopped squeezing and started vigorously hugging her neck, trying to extract as much as I could out of her body…what? She was already going to extract something out of me, so I guess I would do the same too. Although I think I lost my subtlety at this point.

At this moment, Queen Chrysalis noticed what I was doing. Although she had a look of confusion at first, the wheels started to click together in her head. Looking towards me, she remarked,” Oh, right. Please excuse my manners. I almost forgot how other species are not adapted to our way of life.” Our journey halted for a little while as she pulled the two of us into a storage or custodial room. Couldn’t tell what it was, but what I did know was that is was filled with boxes and it was small lit by a single dull orange gemstone, giving the room a very dark feel to it.

The room was just barely big enough for the both of us to stand together. Queen Chrysalis sat me down on a few boxes and gave me a small talk, ”We changelings are well adapted to live and work down in these cold and miserable conditions. As you have already seen and experienced…” She put a hoof on a box nearby and took another hoof and pressed down on it, ”…The top most layer of our skin absorbs and is filled with this green slime.” As she pressed down, a small pool of the goo; I seem to like to use that term a lot, started to form underneath. After a short while, she stopped pressing down and assumed her regular stance.

She raised a hoof and pointed towards the puddle, ”This slime is much like the yolk of a chicken egg. It insulates us, protects us, and feeds us; except, unlike a chicken egg yolk, our bodies produce massive amounts of it. ”Judging from all those green marks on the walls and floors that I passed, as well as mounds upon mounds of that green goo piled up against the walls in the big chambers, I’d say massive was an understatement. Either it was like dead flaking skin being left behind or someone was just too lazy to clean it up, but it was everywhere. Black and green seemed to be an underlying color feature of this place.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think your body is well equipped for such conditions.” She added upon taking a closer look at my skin, ”A very thin layer of hair for insulation, and nothing more. Since us changelings produce an excess amount of the slime; and that you’re more of a guest than a prisoner, I will give you a coat of mine to keep you warm and comfortable in these cold and drafty tunnels, as that would assist me later...” She then placed a hoof onto my chest and forced me on my back, as if I was lying on my back on the edge of my bed. Queen Chrysalis then placed both hooves on the sides of my shoulders and bent down, keeping constant eye contact with me. Her upper belly and chest started to rub against mine. Her head craned forward and she whispered into my ear, with the deepest most luxurious voice she could muster up, ”And I am oh so hungry right now…”

Wait, hungry? As in FOOD? I never agreed to any of this! My dying wish would to not be eaten by an apocalypse pony! I dema…a…ah…ohah…hoooo…

The Queen lowered her body onto mine. Her figure met mine with a slight and very arousing, warm squish. Chrysalis’ body was radiating with heat, and my incredibly nippy body ate up whatever it could snatch up. Oh God slap me like a dog and throw me across the world into the sea, this feeling was heavenly and to die for! If this is what her death for me felt like, I never thought I’d tell myself that I would never be happier to die. To make matters worse, she started to rub her chest and belly up and down my body, going all the way from the bottom of my stomach to my face. As she kept on rubbing, her sponge-like layer secreted a thin layer of warm, green goo every time it ran over my skin, much like how a glue stick works on paper.

More and more Queen Chrysalis rubbed her body against mine. Not only did it warm me up real good, but it also had my dick in a flurry. Every time Chrysalis bent her body back to do another round of rubs, her clit would ever so slightly slide over the head of my shaft. It was like…no…she KNEW that she was teasing me big time. She even whispered into my ear every so often, ”Oh don’t do it now. I know you can hold it for just a little bit longer. It makes it all the better in the end…” For a figure of authority, she seems to have much experience in the line of pleasuring a man to near climax.

Her rubbing got even faster and faster, leaving behind a thicker layer of warm slime on my chest and stomach. The sensually arousing rubbing, combined with the feel of the goo slowly dripping off my body and being rubbed into my skin, and the fact that every time she went for another round, which was about every 5 to 8 seconds, my rock hard erected penis would gently tickle her, now soaking wet, uvula. It didn’t help at all that she kept on whispering into my ear encouraging words of wisdom in the most seductive, lowest, and all around awe inspiring voice, such as, ”Is that all you’ve got, lover boy?”, ”Nah-ah-ah, now’s not the time to release the hounds.”, “Hold it in for just a few more seconds! I know you got it in you!”

My whole front side, from the side of my face to the tip of my dick was now just drenched in the thick, warm goo. It was much like wearing a sweater that has been dunked into a heated tub of honey. Plus, it really was a relief to finally be warm, because from the time I got out of the cocoon to the walking down the corridors and halls of this underground lair of sorts, it was chillingly cold. It was made worse due to the fact that I was bare naked with no clothes at all and wiped nearly all the slime off when I started walking with Chrysalis. Harkens back to the time when I was visiting a cousin up in Canada during a winter storm. Walking from the bus stop to his house with the wind biting at my body and then finally dipping into a warm relaxing bath tub in his bathroom was pretty much what was happening now; minus the Queen of Apocalypse Horses and the sensually arousing rub down.

Speaking of the Queen, I think she was enjoying herself with the guest a little too much. What started as a slow slide across my body, simply transferring goo from her skin onto mine soon turned into me being a huge dildo and her being the lucky girl, err, mare to ride it. Her seductive chimes of words here and there soon just degraded into simple, ”Ooh’s”, “Ah’s”, and “Oh’s”. Her eyeballs were starting to slide into the back of her head, eyelids closed shut in extreme pleasure, head craning back and mouth open hollering in delight. All the while her clit was still teasing my dick, never actually having it enter completely. The most it ever explored were the, now soaking wet, flaps every time she passed on by again.

“Do you love me!?” She cried out of nowhere, as if in a climactic fantasy. I was taken aback by the tone of her voice. It sounded like she was lost in her own world and had very little connection with the physical one. I was a bit speechless, but perhaps a little too speechless for the Queen. She craned her head in my direction, eyes locking dead on with mine. They had a glimmer of malice that only shows when a person, err excuse me, pony is right out of their state of mind. Felt like she was going to freaking murder me!

Don’t blink.

“Your Queen demands an answer you little foal!” Her rubbing just got more intense. Either she was getting a high rush off of degrading me and my morality, or she was completely off her rocker right into cuckoo land territory. I had a terrifying feeling it was both. Oh God, those eyes, they were beautiful to look at, but horrifying when in this state. So I guess horrifyingly beautiful? Whatever the case, they were starting to creep me out…

Blink and I’m dead.

“I, your Master and Queen, Chrysalis, Ruler of the Changelings demands an answer to the question! Do you love me!?” She bent her head over so that her muzzle was squished up against mine, eyes still locked onto me, gazing deep within my soul. That’s when she grinned, and that’s when I realized how sharp her teeth were; really sharp, almost razor blade sharp. Not wanting to be torn apart right then and there…

“Y-yes! Yes I love my master and Queen, Chrysali-mmphff!!!” I finally came to her demands, and mustered the strength to pipe up what she wanted to hear, although cut short, for her mouth dived forward. All I remember seeing was that mouth coming down upon me, with the long, dark tunnel of the esophagus closing in on me. I closed my eyes and braced for the impact of sharp teeth coming into contact with my skin. It never happened.

Instead, when she lurched forward, her lips violently collided with mine, interlocking and creating a bind that would be extremely difficult to separate. I was too taken back that my eyes popped open and I just kept staring at her. Chrysalis’ eyelids were closed completely in the height of arousal. That’s when I noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. Whether tears of sadness or joy or whatever, it was hard to tell, because my attention was more focused on the interlocked lips.

Her lips remain locked with mine for some of the longest time, and then they started to move back and forth, open and closed, side to side. You know, like a scene straight out of any romance film. You know, that extremely deep, passionate, long drawn kiss, there one person just starts ‘eating out’ the other person’s lips? Yeah, that was basically it, except put me in that position and the girl was now a horse. As weird and taboo as that should be, my brain and heart was full on flustered. Her deep eye shadow was a great highlight to look at while she worked those lips, and her mane fell forward creating a sort of curtain veil around us two. I could even see a slight pink blush on her cheeks amongst her black coat.

I’ve never kissed a girl or had a girl kiss me, aside from my mother as a kid, but that doesn’t count. This was a deep, passionate kiss where one could feel the love leaping from one person’s heart to another. After a long while, I started to really feel it. The feeling of shock soon left and was replaced with an uncontrollable desire to love and make love. I soon closed my eyes to take in the entire sensation. My lips actually touched another one’s lips and both of us had true deep feelings for one another. I soon started to do what they do in movies; using one hand I placed it on top of Chrysalis’ head and applied a little force to keep us locked in such a position for the longest time. My other free hand started to rub her neck and tickle her behind the ear. She seemed to really love that, as I could tell from her moaning that erupted from her as I started to scratch her behind the ear.

That’s when she started to French Kiss me. That’s right, Queen Chrysalis started to French Kiss me. I couldn’t believe it either, but I was so deep into the moment that I didn’t really notice it. The kiss sort of just blended in with all the other actions that were taking place. It started off mild, with the tip of her tongue sort of tickling the tip of mine as I scratched her behind the ear. I responded by doing the same, and she went deeper and deeper with that tongue of hers. The Queen’s tongue wrapped around mine, played with it a little bit, and swirled around as well. She even managed to probe a little bit into my throat, although I could tell she was throwing caution to the wind about minding my sore throat.

That’s when it happened.

Her whole body made a slight jerk forward and then a slight jerk back. I could even feel her sway a little bit from side to side. Queen Chrysalis retracted her tongue from my throat and continued to fondle with my tongue. Her ear drooped down far, and her movements became sweet and melancholy. I even herd her snort a little bit and give a whinny of delight. Even with her eyes closed, I could see her eyebrows raised in such a way that could only mean one thing. My attention finally shifted to my stomach area. Apparently during the long and deep French Kiss, Queen Chrysalis started to vigorously hump my stomach area, rubbing her clit across my slime covered body and occasionally tickle my dick every one and a while.

Seems like that deep throat French Kiss did the trick as the final capping point for her, as I could feel the wetness of her pussy juices still dripping from her clit onto my stomach and then finally onto the box I rested on. Chrysalis then sort of fell and relaxed on my body a bit. For an apocalypse pony that was about the size of a real equine, she didn’t feel that heavy. In fact, it almost felt like the weight of an average woman was on top of me. Her breathing was low and rhythmic, and I could feel her chest slowly rise up and down.

Queen Chrysalis finally broke the long French Kiss by slowly retracting her mouth and opening her eyelids. The malice in her eyes was now replaced with a deep passionate puppy eye glaze. She teasingly pecked me a few times on the lips again, giving me long and deep bedroom eye blinks every time.

Bending forward, she gave one final whisper into my ear, ”Thank you, Christopher. Your love has satisfied your Queen’s hunger. I hope you will find yourself reasonably warm now as we travel to my quarters. I do apologize for taking the long detour around, so I hope this made up for it. ”With a final kiss and blow in the ear, she slowly dismounted my ravaged and entirely soaking wet body and headed for the doorway. Looking back, she remarked, ”When you’re ready, I’ll be waiting outside by the entrance of this room.” She then walked out and regained her composure as if nothing ever happened; possibly to try and hide the fact of what we did in here a secret.

As sensually arousing as this was, and not to mention what a relief I was getting from the cold, I was wondering what this had to do with hunger and extraction and what not. Don’t get me wrong, I really did enjoy every single second of it, and the feeling of warmth against my skin was heavenly, but why? True, she was warming me up so I wouldn’t freeze solid while walking through the tunnels, but didn’t she say something about hunger? I didn’t see her feast, not at all, or at least in the literal sense of feasting. True, she did feast upon my mouth, but that is in a different sense entirely. From what I could understand, Chrysalis seems to feed off of love in general. Not sure if it’s just through sexual intercourse or if long lasting love was what she meant, but it was just love in general. I’d have to ask her that once I get my throat infection cleared up.

I got up and, taking any and all goo that was left on me or the boxes, rubbed it into nearly every accessible area of my skin so that I could keep warm. Just as I was about to exit the door, a quick thought flashed through my head.

Pausing, I stopped and ran two of my fingers across the area where Chrysalis spilled her love juice all over me. Rubbing it slowly in my fingers, I brought it close and gave it a smell.

Seaweed.

I like the smell of seaweed.

Alright, second chapter! Things are starting to roll! I really do hope I can get the third chapter up soon. I do these stories on my own time, and right now I am traveling a lot due to Summer Vacation, so I'm not sure how it will go. So don't plan on there being a regular old schedule you can depend on, because there isn't going to be one at all.

Is it just me, or are things getting hot up in here? I am trying to do a slow progression of steps in the clopping for this story, working my way up to the (SPOILERS)massive orgy at the end, which is always expected(SPOILERS), so right now is just more or less extreme sensual teasing.

And as usual, some copy pasta. Please do give me your honest opinions below! I know I haven't given you much to work off of, both story wise and clopping wise, but do please tell me what you think of it so far.I also tend to do my stories late at night, so if you see any inconsistencies or writing/grammatical errors, please do point them out for me. I will get to them as soon as possible.

Also, don't blink.