Author's Note

Crizzy Queen of Lust's POV

The Queen of Lust: 3

”Crizzy, welcome to your new home, the suite Twilly promised you!” Pinkie Pie prompted, as she opened the door and followed me in and closed the door behind us.

“Quite nice; even if it isn’t quite the Royal chambers I was used to, as the Queen!” I responded.

“There can only be one Royal chambers in a castle, and all the finer rooms are above ground!” she responded.

“I am no longer the Queen known as Chrysalis, even if I am trotting around in her body. I will just have to get used to the new me and my new home. If you don’t mind, there are a few things I would love to try out while I have you with me!” I pointed out.

“All I need from Chrysalis, is her help in aiding your followers towards a brighter future. I think I know how that feels, even if it may be very different in your particular case. You are not merely growing up to be the mare you were born to be; moving from your parents’ home as you reached the age, you are leaving considerably more behind than I could possibly remember. I could very well imagine, and I think I may enjoy exploring them right here with you as well, Crizzy!” she blurted out in a solid torrent of words.

“Since it is my responsibility, even after everything that has transpired; I am bound to help you with what you are asking of me, for the good of my followers and fellow Changelings out there. Why do I have the impression that you actually do understand this? What I feel from you, is far beyond mere experience; you sympathize with me in a manner not even a Changeling has been capable of before in my highly extended lifetime. Then we have no time to lose, even if I guess we could continue this; after I have managed to guide my first group of followers through the maze!” I expressed in astonishment.

“You are going to be just as grand a Princess, as you were a Queen of your Changelings in the past. I may never have been hatched a Changeling, yet I am still closer to you than any of your Changelings ever could have been. Technically speaking, I am no Queen or Princess; yet I have subjects and followers just as you have, or had. My power doesn’t come from a crown or a title, it is an inherent and integral part of my very essences; I am the element of laughter, which comes with consequences and responsibilities. On that note, please lead the way!” she responded in a new torrent of irresistible and irrefutable words.

“You can by no means claim; that I could even become a Princess, in Equestria? No, you most certainly were not; which I would have known. Are you claiming that your power comes from your element?” I responded, as I listened to the tirade of reason.

“Yes, and you will be a Princess in a matter of days; take my words for it, your subjects are already flocking around you, even if it may take the majority of them hours and days to come to the realization. It isn’t the element all by itself, it is in the intimate knowledge and the deep Friendship I am maintaining!” she prompted.

“From the Ashes, and into the Fire! Then you know me better than even I do!” I suggested.

She had been pointing out the entire layout of the suite, I had been promised. There is a small hall, behind the door she had opened for me and closed behind us, in order to grant me the privacy and intimacy. I have a large room, with table and chairs that look very comfortable to me.

I have a Mares room and a shower, where I can manage all these issues and needs at my own leisure; when I feel the need to. These rooms are certainly large enough, for a Princess or Queen like myself.

She had even shown me the small kitchen, in which I can prepare or heat food for myself; any time I am hungry. There is a small dining room adjacent to my kitchen as well, very convenient; if I have to confess to the point.

What I am most impressed with, is the Royal bed chamber; with a Queen sized bed I can sleep in which no fear or even the slightest of worries, of falling out of or even slipping out of the quilt.

There is a small library and a room in which I could sit and read, or take a few guests in a more private setting. I have a few books, for when ever I feel the urge to read; the seats are even more comfortable looking than the once I had seen, in the larger room.

Most everything goes in the light purple; from the darker crystals the castle had been built out of, to the furniture that all are matching her light purple fur and the colours of her mark. She certainly had become a Princess in her very own right; I will hoof her as much, there is no point in denying it.

“How would you like to help me; warming up the Royal bed, with me?” I incited.

“Since you are offering me, I would love to!” she squealed in delight.

I can’t for my life understand these Ponies, and Pinkie Pie is the Enigma to top them all of. How could she possibly be this energetically enthusiastic character?

“Right this way, my dear Pinkie; I am starting to feel a warm tinging sensation and a delightful wetness!” I pointed out, explaining the situation; as if it had been required in the first place.

“Then I will enjoy warming you up, right along with your bed. Just don’t melt all over me, if you see what I mean!” she pointed out; winking meaningfully at me as she was bouncing up and down, as if she had been the one covered in rubber.

“Melting?” I merely gasped, at her comment.

“Oh yeah, you didn’t realize just how deep my rubber have saturated you? There is an up, and there is a down to your situation as you may notice soon enough!” she explained.

“You don’t mean to say that the rubber has seeped into my body, beyond the holes in my body? There is always one up, and one down; no escaping that, as much as you may like to!” I pointed out.

“If you don’t mind, I can make you feel like an entirely new Pony!” she proclaimed, smiling at me from the top of my new bed.

“You said Pony, and not Mare! While I already do feel like an entirely new mare, from the obvious perspective; there is no drive to feed on Love, as the affection apparently covers my immediate needs on that point!” I pointed out.

“Even when you have the Changeling inside, you are still a Pony all the same. Unless I have misinterpreted your definition of Love as sustenance, I think I can fill you right up. For your other needs, you can enjoy a meal with me or any other Pony any day of the week, and none will be bothered by your presence!” she pointed out, without even touching on the issue of marehood.

“If you are referring to the expression Making Love, I guess that has enough relevance to me; even if I am uncertain as to how much you have changed me internally. Just that your bouncing and squeaking makes me start to feel hot, or even more hot than before!” I pointed out.

I slowly and carefully climbed up, and entered my new bed, feeling insecure but growing excited, and wet.

“If you would just lay back, on your back; and I will get you going!” she incited, and I followed her instruction as if it had been my very own mother’s words, all these many a year ago.

“Okay. Can’t hurt to try something new, not as I am already in too new a situation to know out from in here!” I added, as I looked into her deep blue eyes.

She stopped, dead in the air and floated down towards my belly with her legs spread wide enough to encompass the bulk of me easily enough. I barely felt it as her belly slowly slipped down onto me, where she stopped, facing my rear.

“Hope you will enjoy what you find!” I inquired eagerly.

“I have already found what I am looking for, and I am going to make you enjoy it just as much as I am!” she prompted; as she placed her muzzle right on top of my mound, where my now completely rubbery white orchid is growing under her attention.

“Oh! Ooh, Ooh!” I moaned, as her tongue slowly stroked over the coarse surface of the petals.

I could feel my orchid grow hard and coarse under her delicate care, just as I knew she would be enjoying the slippery nectar I am secreting; all over the petals and all the way into the tunnel of my orchid. There is nothing I could do about how I am reacting, but the sensations distracted me from everything else.

If it is what she had referred to; when she was mentioned the word melting; but there was nothing I could do to prevent myself from doing what came next, as I use my fore-hooves in order to pull her rear in and place my muzzle on the top of her mound, where I could see the petals of her brightly pink orchid. The natural reaction is to lick her, and eat her out to my heart’s content.

In shock and surprise, I realized that the source of Love is much deeper and richer than I had dared hope. Could a single Pony contain this much and rich Love? The rich nectar covering my tongue, as I greedily drink my fill; even if I soon noticed how she was flowing over, as if there was no end to what she had to offer me.

“Oooh, Oooh!” I hear from the other end of my large bead, as she is moaning.

These are not the moans I had been used to hear from Ponies; but they are filling my ears with new-found joy, I never had expected to experience.

Naturally, the next chock wasn’t quite as enjoyable; as I realize I had to pace myself or choke on the thick juices from the mare on top of me.

For the love of ironies, but drowning in Love is even more embarrassing than be spread before the four winds in the manner Cadance and Shining Armour had done to me and my swarm of loyal Changelings.

On realization, I started to use my fore-hooves to distract her; stroking the sides of her body, while at the same time inciting her to a similar action which I soon noticed that she eagerly followed head on.

Only there is no stopping her, as her tongue continues to move all over my stiffening petals and slivering inside the tunnel in order to extract every little drop of my joy in the process. The longer I permitted her to go, the deeper she pulled me in. With every stoke of her tongue; I am stiffer as she teases my sensitivity to new heights of acuteness, I never experienced before.

Shivering and shaking, I soon found myself coming; once, twice, thrice; but there was no end and she knew it. I came harder and faster each time, which apparently only drove her on even further.

I had found the mare morbidly relentless and merciless. There is no reasoning, just as I can’t stop her more than I could stop myself right now. Did I even want to?

Why stop there? I feel warm, hot and an oncoming delirium as she forces me to keep going. Slower and with more sensitivity, I continue to eat her and consume all the Love she could give, consummating the Love she had to offer.

I had thought myself strong, but soon found myself a matched and outmatched in the pink mare before me. I had thought I was resilient and able to endure; yet I am still chanceless in her still eager hooves. How could the mere Earth Pony be such a fierce companion and competition?

Feeling the ever thickening nectar over my tongue and flowing down my throat, just as I knew it is now covering my muzzle and most likely more of my face. Almost as if it was turning into a mask on my face, and turning into a clear and elastic rubber.

In the ecstasy she was offering me, there could be but the one way out and it is in exhaustion and oblivion. I can continue only so far, when she is constantly driving me on ever further. I feel my legs growing weaker, trembling as she stays on top of me and the situation; as if she had been used to a ride such as me.