Wicker shivered as he followed behind his queen, his pulse racing as impatiently as his mind was wandering. He couldn’t determine what her plan was, or where they were even going. He wasn’t even quite sure why he was following her right now aside from some bizarre need deep in his very being.

Alpha’s had a choice; they had free will…did they not? But something about her made him forget all about his rights and his free will, she was so imposing and so…alluring.

When she had demanded he accompany her, he had at first decided against doing so. As an alpha however, he was bound to serve the crown, and so he reluctantly followed the queen. Wicker did indeed love Chrysalis, all changelings loved their queen. But, he had always harbored a deep fear of her. Her reputation for cruelty, forcefulness, and a sadistic streak was well known among the hive-lings.

Wicker didn’t know why he had broken from her touch, but something had turned him off the idea of fornicating with this demon in a dark mud tunnel. If she wanted him, if she wanted him to do what he suspected she desired him to…then he wanted it to be special.

Perhaps she sensed that in him and so this was her plan, or perhaps she intended to take him somewhere else, then violate him whether he was willing or not. Wicker could be so sure with her. The queen had a history of debauchery and over the top gratification, more so than any other member of the hive. Sex on four legs was a call sign of hers and it was hive gossip that she was never too shy to throw a prompt orgy just for the heck of it on instant notice. Wicker was no stranger to the allure of such intercourse, but he was shy and timid when it came to such dominant foreplay. He could only hope the queen had some sense of modesty and self control; otherwise he might not survive the night.

As they passed through the tunnels and back up into the ante-chambers of the hive, the young alpha couldn’t but help admire the queen’s luscious form. She was indeed beautiful: tall and graceful, rough about the edges, but not in an ugly way. In fact it was more of a hot, i’ll rock your world and make you beg for more sugar, kind of way. She had a lean form, well built and trim about the waist and around her face. Wicker could tell she kept herself in shape, the muscles in her legs and rump quite evident as she walked, swishing her fan like tail behind her giving him an occasional glance of her burning honey pot. The alpha officer blushing as he was granted a peek at her boiling crotch. Able to see the translucent pearls of need seeping down like tears from her weeping vulva, small wefts of steam rolling from her thighs as her dripping arousal contacted her inflamed skin. Her lavish green mane hugged around her neck and face, several strands cutely draped across her eyes like on one of those shy teenagers Wicker always read about in Hive-Cosmo or confiscated pony mags like, PlayMare.

Changeling monarchs had always been graced with beauty and stature above the rest, but Chrysalis was something else entirely. She was seductive, alluring, all the while a fiery predator that would drain you dry (in more ways than one). Her sexual attraction however, only made her more dangerous and deadly.

Wicker had seen how she swayed and charmed her prey like the most lush of mares only to suck them dry of their love and essence in the next second. He had served under her when she had decided to raid the griffon kingdom, sacking town after town, stealing their love, valuables and filling the beak faces with sheer terror. Chrysalis had led the raids herself, while Wicker had been serving in his first capacity as an alpha officer. Thus for all her beauty he was always reminded of the dangerous animal she was. Her conscious long ago withered away, her soul--if she had one—was long since darkened and corrupted.

Not to say his own was any cleaner or innocent, for he had served her well and faithfully in those campaigns. His own actions such that they were forced to be filed into that small corner of his mind that was still troubled and haunted by them, isolated from the rest of his mental faculty. Such compassion and emotions could only be a liability for the changeling race.

Both changelings passed through several more tunnels, met only by the glowing eyes of drones going about their tasks and the echoing humming and buzzing of wings. Chrysalis paid them no heed and neither did Wicker, for these drones worked shifts both night and day. Their tasks were their own and of no concern to higher hierarchy such as an alpha or a queen. The drones kept to themselves, only taking a second to glance over at their frantic looking queen and her younger charge, before returning to their business. The queen’s social calendar was none of their business, especially when they couldn’t miss the scent emanating from their monarch.

Wicker felt like they had been traveling for hours by the time they reached the top of the hive. He could feel the breeze and smell the fresh air of night from the numerous air pockets and holes built into the roof of the changeling stronghold. He had to admit, it felt quite good on his hot and bothered skin. The queen seemed to share his thought as she basked underneath one of the large porous air holes, the shine of the moons rays glistening off her own sweat soaked hide and mane.

“Damn that is kind of hot,” whispered Wicker under his breath, his state of arousal tripling at the sight, while his sheath started to fill out with lust.

Caught in the moonlight Chrysalis was like a goddess, a nymph sent from on high to sway and steal away his soul. And at the moment he was more than willing to give it to her. His own arousal and determination seemed to flare up with levels that surprised even him as a bold thought popped to mind.

Wicker gave an unusual confident smirk as he strode boldly forward, his gaze and passion directed towards his queen. The tall monarch turned as she felt him approach, her eyes narrowing with lust while her mouth formed a quizzical look. Wicker only grinned more as he came right up to her chest. Her gaze never left his as he slowly fell to his knees, almost like he was bowing to her.

The queen was surprised and Wicker couldn’t blame her. Up to this point he had been meek and hesitant, but right now, right here, he was too turned on to be timid.

His eyes caught sight of her burning seeping mound, a faint smell reaching his still blocked nostrils. It was soft but strong enough that he could just catch the slightest whiff. It was like burning honey suckles mixed with mint and roasted cherries…and it made him swoon. Wicker pushed forward loving the giggle he enacted in his lover as his fins brushed the underside of her belly. The giggle was short lived however, instantly replaced by a sheer gasp has an inquisitive tongue glanced across the skin just over her swelled muffin.

Chrysalis’s eyes opened wide as she felt the alpha’s tongue tease across the top of her aching pussy, a pair of strong hooves gripping either side of her back legs and keeping them pulled apart. She couldn’t believe how foreword he was being after his behavior in the tunnel, his tongue now tracing intricate patterns across the inside of her thighs. Chrysalis could not figure this alpha out.

Wicker grinned as he felt the shudders in her thighs from his tongue-play, moving himself forward even closer to her plump mound. The heat from his queen’s treasure trove scorched his skin, but there was no pain, only lust. The pink tip of his tongue teasingly flicked once upon her swollen state, causing a fierce shriek to erupt from its owner as Chrysalis tried to close her thighs in a desperate jerk. Wickers hooves held her well apart still. He stroked once more through the valley of her cunny lips, his blunt tongue must have been feeling unbelievably good as Chrysalis tried to pull away, the pleasure seemingly too much in her deeply aroused state.

Wicker would have none of it. His queen deserved the best and there was no way he would allow her to escape the quivering release she longed for in every muscle of her being. He could feel the tension and anticipation in her thighs and the throbbing beat of her arousal upon his tongue. Her need was more than obvious. He figured it was now or never before pressing his tongue gently inside the wet dripping lips of her sex. Wicker was determined to sample her flavor as she had tried to sample his earlier. Her screech and shivering body was ignored as he tasted her essence. The sweet and spicy taste of honey dew simmering in sweet cherry quite a delicious one. Wicker could not get enough of it, pushing his muzzle and tongue further into her wet mound. He grinned from his position under her deciding to trace the inside of her vulva and poke his studded tongue into the sweetest spots she hadn’t known she had.

Chrysalis was moaning like a three bit whore as she felt the alpha pleasure her with his muzzle and tongue, her arousal so powerful that the pleasure soon blended with pain from the high intensity. When he would trace inside her velvet walls she shuddered, nearly collapsing if not for his hooves holding her. Her muscles shook and her body groaned as the pleasure swept her up in a tide of lust and pain, her intensity so great even the short breath of his mouth on her throbbing clit shot like lighting into her brain. It lapped at her, all the pressure and feeling driving her absolutely crazy while her pleasure reservoir grew steeper with every lick and every probe. It built softly in the beginning, as Wicker seemed to slow down his feasting and went back to savoring every scrumptious piece of her insides. Then that devious tongue decided to drop the licking and began to poke around inside her, the bluntness of his tongue able to catch upon her sweet spots deliciously.

With a great heave she shuddered with the feel that the warm tongue gave her, how it made a mess of her. Trembling she groaned as the tingling feeling of pleasure raced up her spine. He was such a ruffian and a stud…and such a BUCKING HOT HUNK OF GAWWWDDD! She screamed once more, her voice hoarse from the overuse. Her g-spot and every other sensitive place deep inside were at this alpha’s mercy, and he was putting them through the ringer in an effort to make her body finally surrender to the overwhelming pleasure of ecstasy.

“Ahhhh sweet gods…Alpha!” she finally was able to moan out as he pressed the tip of his muzzle into her heated space once again. That fierce tongue of his going even deeper than before and causing her to lose the strength in her legs.

Wicker pulled back out of her as she collapsed on her haunches, his tongue flickering over one particularly sensitive spot as he pulled out. He only realized he had caught her clit as another short wail began to erupt before dying in her throat. Her front hooves flew to her head as her vulva exploded. Wicker had a front eyed view of her mound as suddenly the fleshy lips began to tingle and wink before suddenly a flash of hot liquid spurted out of her and splashed across his muzzle and chest.

Wicker could only blink as his queen squirted in orgasm, her body shaking and her pussy quivering as she basked in the glory and feeling of release. He couldn’t help but feel a direct sense of pride and accomplishment having been able to give her this moment. Looking up he smiled as he saw she had her mouth open, tongue dangling from her jaws as her eyes rolled into her head and a soft gasp escaped her throat.

Lifting himself up, Wicker gazed adoringly at his queen. Still lost in her afterglow he decided to help bring her back down as he pushed his body to hers and began lapping gently at the bottom of her jaw. He took pride in how he was rather intimate and slow. While his muzzle was occupied he made sure to have his hooves glide over her middle and sides, gently stroking her sweat soaked body and thin membrane wings. He gently nipped her jaw then her neck and chest applying soft love bites to her flesh, keeping her grounded in her lust addled daze.

Chrysalis felt his attentions upon her and part of her swooned for her male. A rather sensitive part of her neck was nibbled and she tensed up once again. He was being gentle with her, and she appreciated it. She hadn’t had a release like that in a long time, nor had she felt a tongue as inquisitive and talented as his in an age. Her body was still suffering aftershocks and shudders.

She hugged him then lost in the sensitive feeling and glow of orgasm. Her front hooves came to gently rest over his back. Chrysalis was content to just rest there holding him firmly to her. The queen lowered her muzzle as he lifted his. The saliva on their lips began steaming from contact with the other as they kissed. The two changelings were now together, doused in light and ambience, practically glowing in the moonlight from above.

“Come with me,” whispered Chrysalis pulling away from him and fluttering her wings. He followed suit his own wings buzzing as he lifted into the air alongside his queen.

The pair of them buzzed gently out of the hole in the top mound as they finally were in the open sky. Landing on the top soil both changelings looked at one another before looking around them.

The top of the hive was just as large as the catacombs and tunnels below, sticking straight up into the night sky. They were pretty high up, high enough that a cool wind blew about them as they felt like they were close enough to touch the sky.

But what really was an eyeful was the moon itself. All full and massive. It daunted the night sky, blocking out the stars and shining brightly down upon everything else. From their position both changelings could see how one might think they were only a few hundred yards from it.

“I should thank you alpha,” mumbled Chrysalis shyly, staring at the bright silver moon, refusing to meet his gaze. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt anything as good as that.” She shivered as she felt his hoof stroke along her back.

“It was my honor my queen, you are indeed quite beautiful,” replied Wicker, his eyes only for her as he stroked her. He had already started to get more into the idea of them being together like this. He was actually surprised at how excited he was to be with her. Being with someone who actually needed him. Even if she never would admit it.

Chrysalis was surprised at how nervous she was around this male. She couldn’t even bring herself to look him in the eyes and she didn’t know why. He was good with that tongue of his; he had given her pleasure beyond anything she had experienced in a long long time. Yet, she couldn’t look at him, couldn’t let him see the vulnerability in her eyes. She didn’t want him to see how much she needed him. How weak she really was.

’Still…I owe him something more,’ she thought. She was no slouch when it came to sex herself and it about was time she showed her stallion what she was capable of.

Turning towards him she gently cupped his cheeks in her hooves, bringing him in for another kiss. “Hmm…my sweet male, I’m about to reward you for your loving attention,” she whispered into his ears as she ducked her body under his.

Trailing her long tongue down his chest and stomach the queen chuckled as she felt his body stiffen. Chrysalis licked the sweat from his skin growling inside with the taste of his arousal. She didn’t even mind when she could taste the sweetness of her own release, her fluids having dried upon his chest. The queen considered it a good flavoring to an already refreshing taste. As she slowly moved lower and lower down his body she pushed him back onto his haunches, one of his hooves coming to grip her shoulder. Her mouth curved into a sickening smile as she neared her prize.

Wicker may have had strong will power but even he couldn’t control the effect their activities were having on his lust and arousal. His sheath glistened in the moonlight, the tall form of his erect cock standing upright. Like most equine penises it was long, colored jet grey with a black mottled head and was of considerate girth. Unlike the normal equine cocks though, changelings were gifted with barbed studs across their dicks. The added stimulation they could bring was powerful enough to cause massive euphoria and increase feelings of lust and love.

The queen’s eyes glanced over his tip, quite impressed with her charges length and size. She inspected him with her eyes at first, wondering what his body held for her. Kneeling further down Chrysalis peaked under his rod and spotted his dangling marbles. They were quite hefty, but she could also guess they would feel soft and tight inside their black pouch, glistening with sweat and caked with his dripping lust.

Her tongue flashed once, tasting the concoction entrenched over his balls. Giving a grunt she found she liked the taste. It was muskier then his sweat but had enough of a smoky flavor to not put her off, and so she set about sucking and tonguing his orbs into her mouth. Gently lapping her long appendage across the tight skin of his sack, she pressed the tip of one of her fangs into the skin. She wanted her lover to feel the joy but also some fear. Fear heightened the senses and also made sure a stallion acted the proper gentlecolt and let a lady know when they were about to pop.

Wicker shuddered as she devoured his jewels, her tongue feeling amazing. Then he felt the slight prick of a fang against his sack and his breath caught in his throat. The added danger and fear of her gelding him by accident or if he displeased her increased the pleasure tenfold. Wicker couldn’t help but moan outloud.

“E-E-Easy there y-your highness that’s a very s-s-sensitive area,” he stammered feeling her suck his entire left nut into her mouth in response. Suckling the orb with passion Chrysalis squinted up at him as she grinned. Her tongue pushed into the soft sack feeling the tight orb inside slosh around as she jostled it with her rhythmic sucking.

Above her Wicker shuddered as his hoof on her back started stroking her neck and ear gently as she tended to him. “Oh…Chrysalis, it, it’s…” he couldn’t even finish as she compressed his nut inside her jaws, the fear and pressure making him screech in a rather feminine way.

Dropping his ball from her mouth she licked her lips as she gave him a flash of her fangs and teeth. “Just give into it boy,” she growled. “Keep your mouth shut, your mind open, and enjoy.”

Diving back down she proceeded to replay the same treatment on his other ball, her hooves stroking over his chest and thighs as she worshiped his foal makers. Chrysalis loved the feel of the stallion's marbles in her mouth, the knowledge that she held a males entire reproductive future and stallion-hood in her mouth was as empowering as it was frightening.

As a queen she knew all too the well the importance of passing on one’s genetic line and hereditary. Losing such ability would be a crushing blow to one’s family line and sense of self. She was not cruel enough to allow a mindless flash of pleasure or a misjudgment of strength to allow her to puncture the tasty little orbs. For this reason alone she added an extra ere of care to how she fondled and gnawed on his baby vats. She needed him productive enough to plant a brat in her after all.

Wicker smouldered on his rear as he felt his queen gobbling down his balls. he was practically moaning and licking his lips with the feelings her mouth was giving him. He gently pressed a hoof to her cheek and rubbed. That tender gesture was more than able to make Chrysalis red and blush. Wicker was not content enough to leave it at that though and began whispering something so sweet to her she could only give a meep around her mouthful.

Chrysalis pulled her mouth off his balls with a gasp, a combination of her saliva and his sweat splattering on the ground. Rolling her eyes as she sampled the last of his musk on her tongue while glaring up at him. His sweet words and gentleness made her insides swoon and almost caused her to lose herself.

“Now this next part is going to be intense my love. I want you to bear it well, and let me know when it’s your time…or else!” she growled. Wicker only nodded in reply (then again what could one say to that?).

Chrysalis brought her muzzle towards his dick, her eyes not able to leave its sight. She couldn’t help but moan as she smelled the thick musk of his bared and erect cock. Leaning forward she brought her tongue to bear once more, the worm like appendage slathering over his length. Wicker moaned as he felt her warm and long tongue curl around his cock, wrapping itself like a boa-constrictor and tightening, plumping his aching flesh.

Chrysalis wasn’t content to just leave it there with him, no she wanted more. Using the tight grip her tongue held around his cock the queen cradled and drew him into the warm dripping confines of her heated muzzle. The cavern of her mouth unlike anything he had ever felt and experienced. It was more than tight, it was warm and wet. He squeaked as he felt the tip of her fangs just glance over his hard flesh meanwhile that tongue of hers unwrapped itself only to flicker against the mottled head of his dick.

Wicker put both hooves on her back, one holding her shoulder tightly while the other stroked gently up her horn, loving the way he could see her back muscles and wings ripple from the horn-play. It was no surprise that her horn was such a sensitive place. Another inheritance they had acquired from their pony (specifically unicorn) cousins.

“Ah my queen, you’re such a dirty slut,” he moaned, tightening his hold on her horn and cutting off her growl of annoyance. He had been feeling the need to spice up the pleasure even more, and what better than some word-play to moisten her up some more?

She froze as his hoof tightened about her magic maker, his grip not too rough but good and firm. Slowly he began to stroke up and down her horn, making her shiver all the way to the tips of her hooves. “Just think of this as my insurance that you are gentle as well my queen,” he playfully quipped.

She glared up at him before his hoof on her shoulder pressed her forward deeper into the musk of his pubic area while also pushing his dick further down her throat.

“Just look how you’re suckling me. No shame, no class, just a willing cock-sleeve who can’t stop her appetite for my dick,” he whispered to her, the dirty words setting her off to suck him even more while her eyes went wide.

She couldn’t believe how he was talking to her, what’s more she couldn’t believe the pleasure and warmth that his words brought her. She was now taking his dick almost to the back of her throat while her tongue played across his base and cock-head with an airtight seal. Her hooves on his stomach could feel his belly muscles clenching with every suck and lick she dropped on him.

Wicker moaned as she played him like a harp, his own hoof increasing the stroking he was doing across her horn. She shuddered at that, the feeling trailing down her horn and through her mind, overwhelming her senses. She couldn’t focus clearly or concentrate while his hoof danced across her horn, the pleasure so great and close to her mind that everything felt like a daze.

Her arousal built up as she cherished the pleasure she was giving and he was giving her back. Being intimate in the moment like this was a feeling she had long forgotten, and being reacquainted with the feeling was almost like coming home. But everything had to end for everything had its limits. Wicker could feel the pulsing and throbs of his release beginning to form in his sack. Realizing what the meant he gently clipped her shoulder in warning.

“I-I’m going to cum soon my queen,” he whimpered, his hoof on her horn going crazy as he pumped and polished with wild abandon.

Below him Chrysalis appreciated his warning but could barely respond as his increased work on her horn made the ability to think clearly even harder. The boiling cauldrons of need bubbling inside them finally were too hard to keep a lid on and they suddenly exploded in a massive fervor. Wicker screeched as his passion exploded, the pleasure in his brain igniting like fireworks’ as his cock erupted a hefty blast of cum directly into the queens mouth.

Meanwhile, Wicker instinctively pulled his hoof to the bottom of her horn and pinched as hard as he could. He was rewarded as the action set off a massive muffled screech from Chrysalis herself as pleasure exploded in her head. Her throat tightened around his quaking member, cradling it as he pumped load after creamy load into her mouth.

Chrysalis was gulping down his thick seed almost instinctively her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her own orgasm rippled through her entire body from the mind downwards. Her pussy splattered a massive load of fem-cum upon the soil as she gripped her lover hard with her front hooves, swallowing his semen like a starved cum-slut.

’By the freaking GODS!’ she bellowed mentally as her long suffering orgasm decided to meld into a ripple effect of mini orgasmic aftershocks.

Wicker squealed as his own orgasm slowly began to taper off; the residual effects of the alpha emptying his balls down her slick throat causing his body to shake. As his cock pulsed out the last of his enriching foal batter he decided to pull his hoof off her horn, no longer stimulating her. Instead he used it to stroke over her neck and side.

Below him Chrysalis gulped the last of Wicker’s seed, some of the creamy and tasty residue still stuck to the corners of her mouth and lips. Pulling off his spent member she cradled it once more with her tongue, gently rocking it as it slowly slipped back into the alphas sheath.

She finally decided to fully release him, allowing Wicker to wholly withdraw back inside before she could not longer hold herself up. The queen collapsed onto her side completely exhausted. Chrysalis could only give a shuddering sigh as she looked up to the stars and moon, enjoying the sight and her second afterglow that night.

Wicker didn’t hesitate to join her as his own muscles gave out after clenching together for so long in ecstasy. Spooning behind her he drew his hooves about her body, pulling them back together. His intimate touch fluttered and sparked the butterflies in the pits of both their stomachs as they lay cuddling together.

“That…was amazing,” whispered Wicker, stroking her back and the tips of her wings softly.

“Hmm, yes it was. Your seed is healthy and strong my dear, no clumps, not too thin, gods it’s perfect,” she chuckled. Wicker could only beam at his queen’s praise, glad he was virile and up to her standards.

“I-I’m glad,” he replied. Wicker couldn’t stop giving a bit of a stutter for he still was a bit shy around her. She wasn’t known to be so affectionate and well…so pleasant. The whole thing in some ways was a bit unnerving, but as she pressed her warm sweat covered body back against his he couldn’t downplay the joy and happiness brought by simply holding her.

“But, my dear alpha there is one other thing we must do right now,” stated Chrysalis stroking him back.

“Um yes, and that would be?” answered the male hesitantly.

“We really need to give you a bath.”

Author's Note

and bang bang BOOM!