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Queen Chrysalis of the Changeling nation grit her teeth as she slammed an enraged fist into the wall of her bedchambers. She had felt another mind- another one of her subjects- cut itself from the hive mind and the backlash of the severing had been strong enough to momentarily drive every Changeling to their knees. She didn’t know why so many of her subjects had mysteriously disappeared, only that the last things they felt before the link was severed was an uncontrollable amount of lust.

And what lust it was, a small part Chrysalis marveled to herself, such that it echoed through her loins even hours later. She sniffed the air, suddenly hyperaware of her surroundings as a wave of lust rippled through her and brought a teal blush to her face.

Something felt different, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out what it was. Wings vibrating in agitation, the Queen of all Changelings shook her head and ran her fingers through her silky, teal hair with a note of frustration; there were far too many knots, and her crown was slightly off-centered. As she sat down at her vanity, Chrysalis sighed in despair over the numerous holes dotting her limbs. Love was in short supply out in the Badlands, but if things got any worse, she and all her subjects would most likely end up wasting away to nothing. Brushing idly as her thoughts wandered, Chrysalis suddenly blinked as a brief flash of red caught her eye from within the depths of her wardrobe.

“What was- must have been my imagination,” Chrysalis muttered to herself as she returned to gently teasing the handle of her brush against her suddenly very much soaking wet pussy lips. “Wait… what was I-”

Another flash of red, this time from under grandiose, king sized bed.

Chrysalis shook off the confusion of what she was doing and tossed aside her brush as she reached into her vanity drawer and withdrew her favorite dildo, which she had nicknamed, “The Mistress”.

Funnily enough, it had been a gift from her Mistress.

Though, who was her mistre- flash.

Who even cared? Chrysalis was horny and more than willing to use her toy until her nethers gaped wide enough to pass a grapefruit through.

With a most unroyal moan of pent up lust, Chrysalis flopped onto her bed and spread her legs, already soaking wet and nearabouts making a puddle beneath her as she jammed the oddly shaped dildo straight into her hungry snatch, pumping back and forth as the magical toy came alive and began throbbing with an internal, lovely heat.

The air turned sweet and hazy as Chrysalis masturbated with abandon, filling with pheromones and heat while quiet giggles echoed through the room.

“Yesss~! Mistress take me harder!” Chrysalis cried, the holes in her arms and legs slowly closing as she felt the love of her mistress filling her, feeding her, until her body began changing from the sheer amount of energy coursing through her body.

Frail, thin limbs became healthy and supple, a stick-like figure blossomed into a voluptuous bimbo body full of curves. Breasts barely big enough to hold in one hand suddenly ballooned into the size of watermelons while spurting out thin streamers of milk. Chrysalis’ moans deepened, becoming more sultry as her lips grew pouty and bold, a brilliant green contrast to her chitinous, black frame.

With a final cry of unending ecstasy, Chrysalis came, her dildo spasming inside her and filling her with gallons upon gallons of semen, the sticky fluid mingling with Chrysalis’ juices as it spilled out, while most of it flooded into Chrysalis’ womb and stretched her belly until she looked heavily pregnant.

“Please… Mistress…. Another round…. I’ll… I’ll do anything!” Chrysalis pleaded to the empty air, throat and lips working hungrily as she sought to fellate a cock that just wasn’t there, her holes gaping wide open from sheer arousal. “Please use me! Fuck me! I don’t care! I just want more! More! Please fuck me more, Mistress!”

“As you wish… how about…”

Chrysalis froze, a heady blush coming to her face as her pupils dilated with raw lust. “Ohhhh…. Yesss… Mistress…..” She stood, not even bothering to clean up as cum spilled from her gaping pussy and left a sticky trail behind her. Chrysalis left her bedchambers, ignoring the shocked changelings that stared after her until she came to her throne and stared at it critically.

“This won’t do…” she murmured thoughtfully, then worked her magic until her throne shifted, changing from its obsidian crystal form into a comfortable, yet restraining set of stone stocks, her body having already leaned forward to secure herself as the stocks formed.

“Much better~” Chrysalis cooed as she finally allowed the lust building within her to run rampant through the changelings’ hivemind, along with a simple, very powerful command.

FUCK ME.

And they came in droves.

Male, female, hermaphrodite, every single changeling for miles around descended upon Chrysalis’ nude and voluptuous form with a worshipful lust, even as they suckled and bit her nipples, rammed cocks and dildos into her pussy and ass, poured gallon after gallon of semen and vaginal juices into her hungry mouth.

All through this, Chrysalis writhed and moaned, pushing herself to accept the loving cocks of her subjects deeper into her holes, even going so far as to shove them into her nipples, which gaped open just as wide as her anus and vagina.

“Ooh, she’s a good one… hardly even needed to do more than spray the room with pheremones and add a hypnotic dildo…”

“Mishtressh, pleash…” Chrysalis mumbled around a mouthful of cock, eyes lidded in rapturous pleasure, “Ta’ ush wi’ ‘oo…”

The changelings currently lined up or otherwise preoccupied in an all out massive orgy as they waited for the Queen to become available all nodded at once, so lost in the lust were they that they would do anything for more pleasure.

“Yes!” they all cried as one, “take us! Take us and make us your slaves!”

“Oh my my…. Do we have room for this many sluts…?”

“We might have to stuff a few of them into the same cell this time.”

“Don’t you mean stuff them into the communal orgy cell?”

“That too.”

The orgy continued, tangled limbs and sweat flying as juices and other fluids pooled upon the ground. The atmosphere of the hive filled with rapturous screams of ecstasy as every changeling, male, female, or otherwise, climaxed at once, never even noticing the strange, feminine creatures around them who loaded their unconscious members into the alien ship hovering right above the entrance to the hive. Not that they would have stopped the creatures if they had; those were the mistresses, and you don’t stop the mistresses from getting what they want.