An Alpha's love

by Silver Malice

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Drama, Changelings, Original Character, Queen Chrysalis, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Sex
Length: 16516

Chrysalis has been defeated and sent packing, both humilated and broken. Waiting for death she wonders what her life's meaning has been. Resigned to die, she is saved by a lover from her past, Wicker the alpha, who will show her the power of love.

Chrysalis could not believe that she had been beaten by a group of no good prancing ponies and the very power that she fed on to survive. Now broken and dying, she wonders what meaning her life has had, even as she is rescued by a changeling from her past. An alpha, one of the changeling elites and hierarchical species, named Wicker. Wicker brings with him a surge of memories of love and lust, loss and joy, as Chrysalis revisits the most intimate and powerful moments of her long life . And together they must find their way back home, picking up the stragglers of their people, avoid the pony patrols searching for them, and along the way, discover the truth about the power that was great enough to send them flying across the world.

This was based on an idea from BlabideeblahMLP (He's underage, so i can't dedicate it to him, since he can't "legally" read it anyway).

cover art comes from here

Warning the following story does contain clop (pornographic material) which will be pointed out in which chapters it occurs. If you are not legal of age or consent to read such material i have to ask that you do not proceed further.

This fic has been rated mature for sexual content (as well as language---I do declare).

Published 2016-09-02 08:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-09-03 09:06:35 UTC

Prologue: Defeated

Author's Note

Hey there fellows, hope I'm catching you guys and gals in a good reading mood.

So this idea came from scouring the fetish blog-sphere when i came across a bloke who was missing some Chrysalis focused "hot" time stories.

Now wanting to get some more practice on writing, i decided Hey I could do this for him, and at the same time help get some ideas I've been concocting out of the way...two birds with one stone as it were.

and While I'm a big fan of all sex stories (mature and otherwise) I feel like plot and clop are best served in tandem. So I'll try and balance them as much as I can.

Let me know what you think and I hope you're all satisfied. if not don't fret about giving me an earful. Criticism and collaboration are welcome.

Prologue: Defeated

Everything had been going so perfect. Victory was moment's at hand, with all of her enemies lying broken and defeated at her feet. The ultimate climax of so much dedicated time and energy, a grand investment not easily replaced or wasted. Then it all slipped away. Lost in an instant. And all thanks to one purple little skank and a perfect single kiss.

Right there at the height of her finest glory in one minute, then being blasted across the face of Equestria in the next. The greatest--and the only---defeat of Queen Chrysalis; defeat an humiliation galore at the hooves of the purple unicorn Twilight Sparkle, the pink princess of love Cadence and that blissful idiot Shinning Armor. What was more humiliating about their defeat was those three alone had not been the only source of her humiliation. The purple ponies friends had also contributed to her disgrace as they trashed her minions. Finally, the worst was having her and her entire army blown halfway across the country by the very power they fed off of.

Damn, if Shinning Armor had been that great a kisser he never showed any sign of it before then. And what of that salty, ragged, bitch mare of his? Princess Mi Amor Cadenza? First off, what kind of name was that? Secondly, where did she get all that power and emotional charge from? Chrysalis could have sworn she had drained the pink alicorn dry of her magic. Not too mention keeping her wet, hungry, and despondent in the caverns had very nearly broken her. It should have been impossible for her to have that much energy and strentgh, right?

What of the weird purple pony with her awkward and yet diligent curiosity bordering psycho stalker territory. Definitely some kind of unhealthy relationship there with her and her, “brother.” Not counting some very serious trust issues too. As for her friends, well they were all superficial or dumb as bricks and about as interesting. How they could have managed to overwhelm her warriors was a mystery. As for that smug white rainbow maned ditz of a princess, I mean if Celestia was half as smart as she appeared to be, she would call herself a queen. What was this princess bit, especially given the fact there was like what, three of them now? It didn't get confusing? or at the very least create questions of leadership? No order whatsoever, but it seems like we're going way off point here.

All of this and yet she had still lost to this group of ponies. It was beyond logic, it was beyond reason, it was as if some omnipotent being had written it out from the start and needed some kind of straight up plot convenience to end it that way, but that of course was crazy talk. It was the pain of defeat and humiliation of failure talking. Whatever reason, she had been defeated. The queen had and currently was taking a trip via, “get your ass handed to you” airlines.

Chrysalis had to admit though, for as humiliating as it had been, she had never felt such powerful love before. The power of that kiss was the biggest explosion of love based magic she had ever felt. One kiss had managed to undo all of her plans, scatter her army, and most likely would leave her broken and possibly dying in a smouldering crater on the outer edges of Equestria. Credit where credit was do, props to them.

As she flew through the air she tried desperately to bring either her magic or her wings into play, desperate to slow herself down, or regain control over her body. Her efforts were wasted however, for the force of the love shock-wave had dissipated her magic and energy. She was unable to do anything but curl up and hope she didn’t break anything important when she finally landed. Even as she started to hurtle faster though the air as the energy wave carrying her spiked out of nowhere, she greatly hoped this wouldn’t hurt too bad.

Going and going until her prophecy hauntingly came true; she slammed into the ground with a massive explosion that shook the country side, leaving deep impact tremors to scatter about the countryside. Trees were blown off their roots, hills shook and nearly collapsed, the wildlife scattered in all directions, and the sky blazed with her lingering energy trails, sparkling in the atmosphere. All of this because of a single freaking kiss!

Lying there, she coughed up phlegm of blue and green tinged blood, spitting it out of her mouth onto the smouldering rock crater. The blood was so hot it burned and sizzled upon the already sizzling rock bed. Chrysalis tried to take stock of her current condition; pain, exhaustion and humiliation plaguing every thought and movement of her body and breath.

Her wings were twisted, she had at least several broken ribs, and definite internal bleeding. That was only to start, as she lay there she could feel she also suffered from a shattered thorax and two broken legs, and the damage wasn't done yet. One of her eyes was badly swollen shut and her face was rendered black and blue from the impact. The rest of her body was showing deep dark bruises, cuts, and several hideously open gash wounds.

Groaning in absolute pain, the changeling queen tried to pull herself up only to have her broken front hoof crack under her weight, dropping back to the hot pointy ground with an ear piercing scream. Pain unlike anything she had flet in a long time flashing through her as a fiery blaze of pure pain.

“Oh fuck this hurts so fucking bad!” she screamed in her mind, feeling her insides ache and sting with every breath she took. “Aww shit, that feels like a collapsed lung right there,” she groaned.Spitting another set of blue and green tinged blood across her chin and cheek.

Struggling once more she managed to crawl to the point she was able to get her chest and head up far enough to peep over the edge of the crater. The impact zone of her landing was spread surprisingly wide, scorched earth and debris from the shock tremors quite evident. But, she did manage to get a quick glimpse of the red and sand dusted horizon of the badlands. Holy Gods, she had been blown several thousand miles from Canterlot, right past the great Macintosh Hills and into the Mysterious South!

“Dammit, n-no where n-n-near change--changeling territory,” she stammered out loud as dropped her self back into the hole, exhaustion taking a hold of her. Even if she could recover she would never make it back to safe territory alone, and her army was currently nowhere to be seen. She couldn’t even feel their presence in their hive mind, nor could she sense them with her echo location, or even her magic.

“Either...either I’m too weak to scan this territory properly, or they’re all gone,” she whimpered to herself. Being cut off from her brood was one thing, but to not know if they had survived at all was even more worse. They may have been drones but they were mostly her children, and those who weren’t were still her subjects, and her responsibility as queen. She had been born into a non-negotiable oath; serving unconditionally the hive and all of her subjects, it was more than a simple agreement, it was a biological imperative. Lying there she desperately tried to pull herself out of the crater, only to keep hacking up bluish green blood and finally a piece of her own lung, the damaged organ itself having dissolved into pieces upon its collapse.

“Oh gods, that can’t be good can it?” she wondered. Changelings were very adept at healing, their inherent magical bodies and insect heritage allowing for the fast metabolizing of energy. Normally when their organs shut-down or were damaged they were dissolved by chemical agents in the changeling bodies much like an immune system. They then were passed out of the body or were absorbed, new ones being grown in their place. But that required sufficient levels of love and energy, all of which Chrysalis was running empty on.

That damn shock-wave had been so powerful it had canceled out her ability to absorb and harvest the very love it was made from. She didn’t understand how that was possible, but apparently it was. She wouldn’t question it, since she had seen and experienced it first hoof.

With the right amount of love she could heal every one of her crippling wounds, but alas it seemed the universe had a much crueler end for her rather long lifespan. What a life it had been though; a lifetime of birth, war, feeding, and everything in between. Yet right now she had very little to show for any of it. Her army was scattered, possibly dead: she was bleeding out and shutting down alone and in pain, and her attempts to expand her empire's territory so as to properly feed her children and people, were failed and lost. In the end nothing of value had come from her schemes. Her plans? they were all dreams, and she a foolish and naive dreamer. She had thought to use Equestria as a canvass for her desires and ambitions for the changeling race, no where better, the love and resources so plentiful. Now everything was in ruin, there would be no more dreams, no more empire, nothing.

Without her the line was broken, for she had yet to conceive a royal heir, and as supreme queen of all queens, she had failed to nominate a successor should she not make it back. There was no one left of her lineage, and now with the other queens and hives ambitious and desiring power...

How arrogant and foolish she had been, it had never even crossed her mind that she might not make it back from this mission. She had believed that the ponies would be pushovers, that they would never figure out her plan. She had gambled, rolling the dice and striking snake eyes. Because of this she had most likely doomed her people to civil war and starvation. What kind of monarch was not even able to keep their people fed, or failed to ensure proper leadership for them in the end?

She lowered her head in defeat, resigning herself to die here, broken and alone... so far from home. So far from anything resembling love.

Until a rustling sound of hooves on rocks echoed in her audible canals, her intrinsic hearing picking up the faint sound. Giving an echo projection with what was left of her vocal ligaments, she was surprised to find the form of a changeling echoing back to her, her echo radar picking up her possible rescuer. She tried her best to call for him, but her speech was hampered by exhaustion, so she instead switched to the insect method, her horn throbbing as a keen chirping wail exploded from her mouth. Waiting for a response she held her breath--which helped to alleviate the pain of breathing--wishing with all the positive feelings she could muster that her call wasn’t too weak to reach him.

Her wishes were answered as a similar call echoed an answer.

She hoped he would hurry up and get here, for her vision was slowly getting more and more blurred. One of her eyes refused to open and the blood loss and internal bleeding was taking a growing toll on her ability to remain conscious. The image of a dark head and blue glowing eyes flashed across her fading sight as the other changeling arrived on the scene.

“My queen?” he called before hoping in beside her, his tentative hooves trailing over her body, feeling her wounds, and checking her body. “My queen are you still with me?” he asked, his voice full of concern as he scanned her body. She barely could respond.

“I--I-- - think--think s-s-so,” she started, her eyes starting to close as the need for sleep begun filtering across her mind, right before he slapped her across the face.

“Don’t fall asleep, or I will be forced to hit you again!” he demanded. His cheek and nerve surprising her… “must be an alpha,” she thought, only one of them would have the balls to strike her and make such demands like that.

“You’re going to pull through Chrissy, don’t worry, I’ll get us through this,” he assured her, stroking a soft hoof across her forehead in sympathy.

Chrysalis was not impressed, first off no one called her Chrissy, she was the queen and her name was Chrysalis! Just because she was broken and dying, and they were scattered 100 miles from their own borders, didn't mean all protocol and hive decorum could be thrown out the hovel! Secondly who was this changeling to speak to her on such a familiar basis?

“Who...who dares to call me… Chrissy?” she scowled.

“You don’t recognize me?” he asked surprised, before he must have noticed the conditions her eyes were in. “Oh I see, {" he followed. "Well I can't," thought Chrysalis impatiently.

"Well Chrysalis, it’s me...Wicker.” he lamented.

“...Wicker?” she groaned, her mind going haywire over that name, she could almost remember it somehow, feeling that it was extremely important. “Wicker…” she trailed off once more.

Her serious injuries were enough that her mental control had failed. Just the thought of his name had her memories racing across her mind, as images of a handsome young changeling and a equally attractive queen rolled together on top a bed of roses. Next was the same pair sharing a hot mineral bath in the pools below the great central hive quarters. There was something familiar about the queen, and even more familiar and alluring from the male. More images and memories began popping up, frequently flashing across her mind as her conscious faded in and out.

“Oh of course, Wicker... I remember now…”

Chapter 1: Heated Memories pt.1

Author's Note

Here's the next chapter. No r-rated stuff yet (that's for the next two chapters) Hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter 1: Heated Memories pt.1

Chrysalis paced back and forth before her scaled throne, her limbs shaking as the breaths caught in her throat. Her thin silver wings flapped and extended themselves, twitching like mad, while her rear end shook itself as she crossed her back legs in reluctant desire.

At first sight it would appear that the Queen was having some sort of medical fit. Her withers were shaking as her hocks trembled and her barrel undulated, her body doing everything but rolling around on the ground and kicking like a child. However, she knew for the numerous changeling guards stationed around the throne chamber, the cause of their Queen’s distress was evident beyond the need for sight. The smell wafting through the throne room from their distressed monarch would more than be enough to cue them in on what was bothering her.

Chrysalis was just entering her heat cycle.

The changeling Queen was in a perpetual state of arousal and mild pain, shifting back and forth on her hooves as her increasingly heightened senses went into overdrive. Even the smallest movement of her pelvis or the swiftest breeze overwhelmed her with sensation. Her torturous estrous cycle doing its part to make every following moment of her life an explosion of powerful urges and crippling sensations. She couldn't just feel the coolness of the wind through the holes of her legs and wings, she could feel the very molecules in the wind itself. The ache for fulfillment slowly creeped into every waking thought, demanding that she satisfy her urges or else risk the unrestrained consequences.

She’d been in heat more times than she could count, each previous heat feeling less bothersome than the current. It was almost as if each heat got worse and worse, in some bizarre way to ensure she fulfilled her breeding need as quick as possible. She could still remember when even in heat she had managed to wait a week into her estrous cycle before submitting to her biology. That had been a while ago, before her heats had grown out of control, her current cycles being so powerful she could barely last a few days at most.

“Gods, damn all estrous cycles!” cried Chrysalis in her mind, shutting off her telepathic abilities, so as not to advertise any more weakness in front of her guards. She could already see their eyes flicker towards her every few minutes. When on guard duty the only focus they should be having is on the entrances and openings to the chamber, not the Queen. Nor when the queen was in her more, personal moments. Though, as the strength of her heat grew upon her, she was more aware of her own lingering scent, seeing the effect it had on their own biological imperatives.

The current post of guards were all male: sturdy, loyal, and strong soldier class changelings, who despite years of discipline, had started to give into sexual arousal from the smell of their queens home brewed lustful perfume. At least two of them had started to show the red tips of erections from their dark sheaths.

Chrysalis could almost envy the many changeling females who would be greeted tonight by their mates in full arousal and ready for a night of desperate passion. Envy that those females would get their fun while she still hadn’t been able to locate the perfect mate for herself yet.

Though the changeling race held very little in common with their Equestrian cousins (at least anymore), certain biological traits had managed to remain in the changeling evolutionary track. The biological form of estrous being the most forthcoming... and annoying.

Annoying for most females, but for a changeling queen, the heat cycle was the worse form of biological imperative. Changeling queens, could not just mate with any changeling, each heat cycle required a different changeling sperm donor (or at the very least one who had already proved themselves worthy). As a biological imperative to keep genetic diversity, changeling queens could only reproduce with changelings who managed to meet a certain criteria, specifically ones carrying a specific form of pheromones. The pheromones attracted them to their mates, only those changelings with strong enough, or desirable enough genes were able to make the scent. Their scent was created by their own biological imperatives upon smelling their queens arousal.

That of course was only the tip of the changeling mound. Chrysalis herself was rather not impressed with the exact moment of her current heat cycle. Trouble was brewing in the empire. Several lesser and separate hives were contemplating open sedition against the greater empire. This was a high priority for her concern. The changeling empire and race had enough enemies and adversaries to deal with, in-fighting with each other was the last thing they needed.

She should have been focusing on resolving that issue, but instead she was dealing with her time of the year...or at least her second time of the year. It seemed only yesterday that she had just given birth to a nest of eggs, of which all had just hatched several weeks ago, the young ones fresh and spunky.

That was the most annoying part of being queen, two heat cycles in the same year. A parting gift from their pony genes, every queen was given the gift (or curse depending on how you looked at it) of both an egg sack chamber and a working womb. The ultimate evolutionary combination of their dual insect and pony heritages.

In the beginning of the year the first cycle started, allowing for the winter period to pass before birth, upon which the eggs were moved to incubation halls until ready to hatch. They then were taken to nursery chambers for her to come to witness the births and help feed the newborns. This first cycle handled the egg breeding, while the second (which took place in the early spring) handled the apha birth. This meant that often she was carrying both pregnancies at the same time. “Try to imagine that little adventure pony females,” she thought to herself with some pride.

Alpha birthing was exactly like regular pony birthing, taking the same eleven months of gestation and involving the same method of uterus birth. The biological requirements aside, it was far less efficient than simply laying a thousand eggs. Laying eggs was far less painful than giving birth as well.

Chrysalis was not as much fond of her alpha children as she was of her hatch-lings. Most of them were brats and acted way more entitled and arrogant then they should. They also constantly questioned her and clogged up the hive mind with their stuck up shit… give her a malleable and purely obedient drone any day.

But, she did realize without the alpha’s mental help to structure and manage the telepathic hive mind, she would be furiously overwhelmed by the entire hive collective, she might even go insane. So many minds connected in one massive social and intrinsic mind link, it was far too much even for one of her mental ability and control. Chrysalis had always appreciated that aspect of her children, they increased her mental abilities and supported her mind. The alpha’s helped to share the burden, and even more, they helped organize and lead the drone flock.

Alpha’s were exceptionally great at taking positions of leadership and management in the hive, and made the perfect officer core for the changeling army. They always were a higher class, granted more strength and mental power then their drone brethren, more individual and were a complete pain in the thorax.

Their drone siblings (or underlings going by the opinion of some) were less strong, physically and mentally, but way more obedient. They formed the basis of changeling society, be they: breeders, infiltrators, soldiers, attendants, drones, harvesters, incubators. Despite their lower class, they at the very least were grateful. The alpha’s barely showed any concern for her herself, only in serving the throne. It did sometimes bother her that her alpha children didn’t seem to share the same loving bond with her that her drones did. Of course it could be because she was a bit of tyrant. She would admit that.

While the alpha’s helped to share the mental burden of the hive mind, they also were not completely bound to serve her, their individuality allowing them a level of free will that could be very dangerous if left unchecked. So Chrysalis would often violate their own mental defenses to scan their thoughts whenever she wanted. This may have led to quite a bit of animosity between them. Then again she was the queen, so fuck them.

Strafing back and forth upon the dark mound of obsidian that formed the basis of her throne, right in front of her guards, chrysalis couldn’t help but blush. Several of the drones had started to sniff loudly, her smell so great and intrusive, that they could barely ignore it anymore.

Grumbling to herself she realized she had to either leave the throne chamber or dismiss her guards. They couldn’t be expected to due their duty with her mare scent embedded in every faculty of their very being. Or to be more precise they could and would, but they would suck badly at it, impaired beyond reason.

“All of you may leave, take the night off… just get the fuck outta here!” she cried out, watching as the guards gave a terrified start before they fled down the tunnels, several rather pink and hard hanging dicks and gleaming balls burned into her vision as their owners headed straight for their nests and mates.

Her blush deepened as she realized how aroused she was getting from those images, her sexual needs going haywire. Oh why hadn’t she picked up a scent yet? There was no way the rest of her changelings could have missed her raging heat by now. It should have been wafting through every chamber and tunnel in the entire hive.

“Damn ventilation, if we didn’t need it to breath, I would so have every breathing tunnel filled in! At least then my scent would reach every corner of the hive...even if it meant they’d all suffocate oh...”she contemplated, realizing how desperate she must be indeed.

Walking back to her throne, the queen cracked her magic up, her horn glowing greenish black as she mentally flipped through her memories. As a queen Chrysalis had been born with the genetically accumulated knowledge of every queen that had come before her in her ancestral line. Hundreds of years of spells, knowledge, memories, research, strategies, and history at her beck and call. However, despite this impressive mental library, even her genetic knowledge was limited.

Chrysalis was the longest living queen. Though the changelings had lived for thousands of years, being the second race to form behind the ponies of what would become Equestria, Chrysalis’s time of ascension to the throne had started after their morphological change into the insect pony hybrids they were now. As such the genetic knowledge of those queens before her was limited, the ability only having been gained from their joining with their insect heritage.

Even still, she was most grateful for it, for it meant she was able to find the knowledge she sought right now. Smirking as she came upon the memories of one of her ancestors who had plundered a great library in Equestria. For there she had found the culmination of all pony exploration and findings of the changeling race.

Chrysalis was most pleased to find that even the greatest scholars of ponykind believed her and her race to be backwards primitives with no social status. Such underestimation of her kind would be their downfall. Ignorance was a great weapon when used correctly. They saw them as less than intelligent creatures. More like ants than ponies. Whether they actually believed that, or used it to help convince themselves that the two species were not similar, she did not know, but it amused her to think the latter.

Oh if those ponies only knew how similar they really were. They believed the changelings only had one race, a queen (a position--not species, according to one pony scholar) a position for the biggest and smartest of the race--ooh somepony with sense and taste-- and her drones. In reality, like the ponies, they too had more than one distinct species. The queen for the alicorn, the alpha with the unicorn, and then the drones for the earth ponies. While on the topic, the ponies four races were an equally intriguing point of study with Chrysalis herself.

From her personal research, each species of pony had specific characteristics and traits that made them unique and well suited for the various activities in Equestria. In The changeling lands, weather and seasons were changed by nature, in Equestria the ponies themselves were responsible, the various species each with their own set of tasks and responsibilities.

The changelings however, had one evolutionary advantage over the pony race. The fact that changelings be they: Queen, alpha, or drone, were gifted with magical and mental abilities as well as the ability to fly all inherent from birth. They were a unicorn, pegasus and earth pony all in one. Queens themselves were the most elite class, much like the alicorn’s… leaders, all powerful, and encompassing. Granted it was said that Celestia Solaris, Princess of Equestria, keeper of the Holy Star and master of the sun itself, was a god.

She definitely had the age, to prove it, and her ability to draw the sun every morning was unquestionable. But Chrysalis did not believe that made you a god. It definitely made you powerful, but she too could live for ages. With enough love she could last ten to twenty thousand years estimated. Of course that was her thinking. She also had quite a lot of power herself, more importantly she also had the combined power and memory of every queen before her, and her powers were heightened by the very presence of her fellow species. No Celestia was no god, and Chrysalis was adamant that she would prove so one day. The ponies liked to believe they were the greatest race on the planet, the most holiest of thou, but they weren’t.

Changelings had the ability to shape shift, fly, use magic, all at once. Only the more adept unicorns could shape-shift, let alone fly, and not without the use of spells. The earth ponies could never hope to carry the weight or possess the strength that a single changeling was capable of weathering, and no pegasus had ever felt the collective power of the hive mind running through them, lending them the strength and agility of thousands to their own.

Chrysalis loved these moments of deep contemplation, especially when she was in need of distraction. Her heat all but forgotten in her cocoon of ambitions and dreams. She often felt the need to discuss these matters with herself, enjoying the solitude. However, sometimes being alone made her unhappy. While she would never disagree that she was good company, she wished she could share these intimate thoughts with another.

Normally she used the hive mind to maintain her social obligations and requirements, but even with the hive mind, she could not share such intimate thoughts the same as she could with someone special. She often turned off the hive mind during these sessions, not wanting to broadcast her private thoughts to her followers.

She was about to try and figure out how she could fall asleep with this blasted heat when she suddenly froze. Her neck craning high as she inhaled through her nostrils, her increased level of smell overloading her other senses. Sleep could wait, this was just about to get very interesting.

Upon the breeze now flowing through her chamber, she smelled something good...better than good, something grand, alluring, powerful...out of this fucking world! It was the unmistakable scent of male… proud, strong, virile… close.

She sniffed again, ooh salt and water, he was sweaty--must have been doing something exhausting. Young… definitely young, she could smell how ripe his pheromones were, most likely two-three seasons past maturity, so he was young but not too young...just how she liked them. He most likely had not even had enough time to form any bad habits, that she would need to break. Though she might enjoy breaking him down, ruining the poor lad for life.

“Oh that’s a devilish thought,” she mentally growled with a smile, her long tongue slithering out of her mouth as she licked her lips. The thought of dominating a male so badly he would be ruined for other females for the rest of his days. How exotic, he might have others in his time, but he would never be able to shake the allure and desire for fresh queen, hot and ready.

Sniffing some more she was able to narrow down on his particular scent. Oh, he’s a healthy one, absolutely no trace of disease or genetic disorders. Fertile too, if he is young he must have some stamina? and it seemed that he was perfectly ready to sire some little ones, maybe even triplets from the strength of his scent.

The queen licked her lips as her predatory nature began to kick in, her eyes dilating and then narrowing as new hormones and dark desires began to filter through her. Leaning her body down she ignored the feelings of heat and crouched into a stance like a fierce jungle cat. She was tired of holding her composure, her mental defenses were exhausted and her ability to hold back her urges was fading by the second.

She was a queen, but she also was a female, a primal being going through the trials of love and tribulation. She wasn’t supposed to act so restrained when a potential mate was on the call, she should be taking him as fast and as many times as they both were able, or at the most as much as she was able before he quit. That had been the same result of all her other past flings and mating's, not a shred of love to be found among them. Just a wham bang thank you mama and that was it!

But now it was her turn to wham bam and then leave, let them feel that crushing feeling of being used and left alone, even though she knew deep down that that was the nature of the game, and how changeling breeding was designed to work.

What made it more infuriating was that she had felt the empowering taste of love before, her oldest and longest lover being not only one of her chief confidants but her oldest friend. Together they had sired several generations of the finest changelings ever seen in this hive. But that had been three-hundred years ago, and over time the passion had faded, the love growing stale and cold with age. She had come to realize that while it had been love, it was not true love, true love it was said, never faded.

Now it was less passion and more about necessity, and she could tell the hive had suffered for it. Because of this, their relationship on a personal level had been strained, and they sired less and less broods together. It was almost mechanical now and Chrysalis hated every second of it.

It was no longer about mutual completion, coming together in passion and joy to create new life, to bring fresh young minds and lives into the hive and the world. Now it was just answering a need, filling a role only for the purpose of serving the hive. Never for just serving herself or themselves. It was not how she sometimes dreamed it would be. Never how she wanted it to be.

Well fine, she was done dreaming and she was done waiting, now she was going to find this changeling. She would seize him, size him up (had to see what she was working with, smell alone couldn’t do that) and then the queen would press the importance of her needs on him, by any means necessary. She furiously launched herself into the tunnels, using her nose to sniff out the male of her affections. Her more magical applications for searching being forgotten in her primitive need.

She was a queen and she was on the hunt. And the gods have mercy (or envy) on the hunted.

Chapter 2: Heated Memories pt.2

SHHH TCKK.

“Ah oh Goddess!”Chrysalis screamed as she was brought out of her memory by the sound (and feeling) of her leg bone being snapped back into place. Grimacing in pain as Wicker held her steady, his soothing voice shushing her cries of pain.

“Shhh...easy there Chrysalis, easy. Ah there we go. One down, one more to go alright?” he inquired. Not waiting for her to reply he gently rolled her over onto her back.

She could now see him more clearly, his face was just as she remembered it; everything from his bright blue eyes to the curved scar across his left cheek. He did look a bit older from when he had last left her, but then again that had been thirteen years ago.

Wondering why she was feeling somewhat better, she was surprised to discover that several of her previously open wounds were now covered with a series of leaf poultices. He had apparently been busy while, she had been preoccupied in her memories.

“You zoned out there a bit Chrissy, though I won’t complain. It kept your moaning to a minimum,” he joked at her as he steadied himself over the queen’s prone body.

“You probably spent more time groping me while I was under, you perv,” she hissed back playfully.

He smiled, glad she could still find the strength to play like this. Gripping her remaining broken hoof, he took it into his own. Holding her leg close in his lap, he braced himself and her hoof for the next step. ‘I don’t envy her over how this is going to feel.’ He was still very worried for her.

Chrysalis smiled to herself, giving a slight wince at the feel of her hoof being pulled into the alpha’s lap, but the pain soon passed. Wicker had not changed at all, or at the very least he hadn’t changed since their last meeting. He had indeed changed a lot since their first encounter, so long ago. He had been younger and very shy then, he also didn't have his blue stripes as he did now. “Interesting, he made Captain. Well he deserves it. Makes sense too, he’s always been so dedicated to the service.”

“Not going to lie my queen, this is going to hurt a lot. You may want to bite down on this,” Wicker said as he offered her the broken off butt of his spear, the rest of it having been lost somewhere over the Ghastly Gorge as he had hurtled over it.

Chrysalis took the wooden bit in her mouth, biting down with her fangs to keep from biting of her generous tongue should the pain be too great. She had no doubt that it would be, Wicker wouldn't lie to her (not that he could with their hives mind link). And it assuredly was.

“Here we go!” called out the captain as he instantly snapped the leg bone back into place with a fierce pull with no more warning.

The cracking of bone was a sickening enough sound on it’s own, but the shriek of pain she let go combined to make him nearly sick. Biting down on the wood she nearly chewed through it with the first bite, holding the rest embedded in her teeth. The pain was shooting up her leg and going haywire throughout her head, her eyes shutting tight trying to block it out. She had felt worse before, but still, it was never a pleasurable experience.

After it was over and the lingering pain was fading slowly, with tears streaming down her cheeks, Chrysalis felt the strong hooves of her other wrapping around her protectively. Wicker placed her head on his chest, letting the queen calm down. He was content with simply allowing her tears to soak over his scales and chitin, helping her to take strength from his closeness.

He was still worried; broken bones and wounds were easily patched and put back in place. A little changeling spit and saliva and you got a sticky healing sap for a poultice, a little force and bones snapped right back into place for healing. What he was most worried about was the internal injuries, he couldn’t mend those so easily, especially not if she was running low on love energy.

“We’ll get through this, we will,” he assured her, but whether it was for her sake or his own, he could not tell. Realizing his one hoof was placed right above her stomach and her sensitive teats, he blushed. “Hmm, sorry If I seem a bit imposing here.”

Chrysalis pressed her cheek to his chest, sniffling the pain away as she heard his heartbeat, the beat steady and strong… same as hers. “How things have changed huh? She whispered to him. “It seems like only yesterday I was the one imposing on you.”

“Funny how circumstances change over time isn’t it?” he answered her, stroking a hoof across her head and cheek sensually. Grunting as she lifted her head from his chest costing him a source of warmth.

He too decided to lower his own head to check on her, forcing another loud yelp to ring about the crater, this time from both of them as their horns touched. Instantly both changelings were launched into the blistering sea of their memories, connected, and together. The nostalgia for their first encounter coupled with their distracted senses allowed for the summoning of the memory in question, from both of them. They fell atop each other as their mental projections launched them into that very familiar scene… so long ago.

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Lieutenant Wicker gave a deep sigh of contentment as he felt his home soil once again under his hooves. It was true what they said, there was no place like home.

For the last two weeks he and his unit had been preoccupied with an intelligence gathering mission in the southern provinces. Spying on the rival hives which were threatening separation. Two long grueling weeks, in dirt and mud, huddled together with the sweaty bodies of a dozen other changelings, the smell and heat overpowering his nostrils and making his eyes water. If those conditions weren’t bad enough their love crystals were nearly depleted, having run dangerously low a week ago. Being unable to re-fill them, they had not had a full meal in several days.

Hungry, hot, and smelling as musky as possible, the changeling squad entered the secret service tunnel leading into the Hive. The tunnel was dark and foreboding, but that didn’t bother Wicker one bit. As a changeling he was gifted with built in headlamps for eyes, and if that wasn’t enough changelings were also gifted with extremely focused night vision. Usually it wasn’t even an issue since most tunnels and chambers in the Hive were filled with bio-luminescent algae or illumination crystals. However, the service tunnels were kept purposefully dark to discourage any outsiders (or invaders) should they find them.

It was said that every changeling was suited to his Hive, there could be no other home, no other place of refuge than the place of your birth. They would always be able to find it, instinct and personal radar guaranteed it. Having spent so long away on foreign soil and in foreign hives, Wicker could admit that being back in his own, made him feel ten times more comfortable.

“So lieutenant, how are you gonna celebrate coming home?” asked one of the changelings, a drone who had been promoted to corporal just a week prior for his services rendered.

“Well I was thinking about taking a trip to the communal baths, then to the feeding chamber, I need some hearty love stat,” he joked back to his comrade.

“Sounds thrilling."

Wicker felt a sense of pity in the others reply, the feeling of being pitied making him angry and bit conscious. Not wishing to cause a scene he kept walking but his mind was racing with possible questions to follow up. Then part of him started to wonder, if he was missing out on something, perhaps that was why the drone was acting like that towards him?

“W-What are you going to do, Buzzurt,” inquired Wicker tentatively.

“That’s easy, i’m heading straight for my nest and allowing my mate to give me a thorough welcoming home,” grinned the other, several of the other changelings grinning and hissing in approved agreement and laughter.

“You never told me you were mated,” Wicker thought out loud.

“Three months to the day actually,” chuckled the other. “Yep my mate’s a spunky little harvester from the third quadrant, pink eyes, pretty voice, soft thorax, she’s my everything… uh next to the hive that is of course.” he exclaimed with such joy and conviction, it startled Wicker.

Wicker was a bit young himself, just a bit older than most of the changelings under his command. Never before though, had he even entertained the thought of mate-ship, but the way in which his lower officer talked about his mate, made Wicker feel envious for the first time. Buzzurt was at least two seasons younger than him, and yet he was already mated.

It was not unusual for drones to get married early, unless the females were in heat and affiliated with a breeder, offspring could not be laid. It was not so for Alpha’s. They were uterus born, and so every heat cycle was a gamble. Breeding young brought a lot of problems. Hive regulation allowed for some births but only per-approved beforehand. The queen was considered the main source of progeny for the Hive. Besides as soldiers most alpha’s were officers, their biological duty to protect and serve the throne. Any distraction, be it family or otherwise was considered a hindrance.

For this reason alpha officers and soldier drones were allowed to refuse mateship and offers of breeding, even from the queen herself (though most drones would never refuse, but alphas’ on the other hand). Distractions from duty was a serious cause of concern.

Wicker was an alpha, not born from the queen however, his parents had been both alpha officers in the first order core. Neither of them had suspected his mother would get pregnant and even then both didn’t think an offspring of theirs would follow in their hoof-steps. His mother being an intelligence officer and his father a medical corporal. Both from two different branches of military, both very incompatible themselves. One whose duty was to heal, one whose duty was to get the information however they could. Many a frank discussion over the proper use or need for aggression and force had been had in their hollow. So it was reasonable that neither could hardly believe they had come together at all themselves.

This disbelief had carried onto his birth, both his parents believing he would go into serving on the council or governing bodies. But, from an early age he had thrown himself into his duty and services, organizing his nursery mates into squads and commanding each squad when to fall asleep, feed, even regulating the grown attendants and feeders. The older changelings had admired and even adored the brash young officer in the making. From that point on his future was decided, and the way he saw himself, drones and their place and duty in the hive was straightforward.

Even from his younger days, females in his view, had always been either soldiers or servants to command, just like the males. He had barely ever noticed any of them in the romantic kind of way. Sure he had had sex before, procreation as recreation with several female officers, most of them being fellow alphas, and yes even a few drones. However, nothing very serious or committed, just releasing pent up energy or for exercise.

The idea of being bound to one or connected beyond such simple pleasure had never appealed to him. That is until now. He hadn’t been with another for at least a whole year, his usual routine no longer seemed to carry any more passion for him. He had grown quite tired of simple and meaningless sex, it had started to make him feel hollow.

Lately Wicker had also been feeling more and more lonely. He had friends, comrades, subordinates, but none of them knew him on a personal level. The current banter was more informing than any conversation they had had during the whole two week expedition. Military discussion and strategy had been the only talk during the mission, but now they were winding down, coming home. Even when his drones and subordinates wanted to communicate with him, he was distant, unable to relate to their excitement and their drive to return to their friends and families. It often surprised him how one could be surrounded by literally thousands, physically and mentally, and yet still feel more alone than ever before. Or maybe his fellow alphas were right, he just needed to get laid?

As they passed through the tunnel and into the chambers of the Hive, the group halted at the entrance to the smaller antichamber. Most of them were on edge, their desire to head home or feed taking a toll on their conditioned discipline. Wicker eyed them carefully before giving a smirk.

“Alright you lot, you’re all dismissed. I will report our findings to the high command and the Insidian Order personally. You can go to your families,” assured Wicker, grinning at the fierce salute he was given. The changelings dispersing into the various tunnels and chambers around them, each one giving a mental high five to their commanding officer.

One of the soldiers, Flickit, decided to remain with him, to which Wicker didn’t question. Flickit was an infiltrator, a born spy and intelligence gatherer, his very nature wouldn’t allow him to relax until he delivered the information he was charged with. Wicker himself was glad for his company truth be told. Most of his friends were out on assignment, or in the fields and mines in the northern regions. It felt good to finally have something at least resembling a friend beside him now, not too mention Wicker felt a sense of kinship with Flickit. Though Wicker himself was an alpha and Flickit a drone, Wicker had always felt that they shared some lineage, (a grandfather or great grandmother perhaps?) it was in the very scent of the infiltrator, something deeper than blood. The other seemed to feel it too, for they often got along better than with others.

The two of them stood side by side as they moved through the open chamber and into another set of tunnels, these one perfectly illuminated by crystals. Flickit was shorter than Wicker, and he was built less stocky. His job was to be a spy, so his body was more suited to solely changing shape than actual combat. Next to Wicker, he looked like a young adolescent. Though if you were to look at both of them, they both had the same blackish-blue coloring about their scales. Whereas Flickit wore no armor, Wicker was decorated in it, his officer status allowing for the finest obsidian.

“Have any plans yourself, Flickit?” inquired Wicker, genuinely curious.

“Not really lieutenant,” coughed Flickit, clearing his lungs of some dust. “I don’t have a mate-per say myself, but i do have a marefriend on the side… she’s an attendant to the queen,” he finished.

“That must be a hoof-full for her,” joked Wicker, if the rumors about the queen were true it would be.

The other laughed in turn, hissing sounds perpetuating every now and then. “Yeah she says it can be stressful, but we often find ways of working it out.”

“You don’t long to see her then?”

“Every damn minute, but I’m dedicated to the Hive first sir, once we make our report I’ll take her for a stroll around the garden chambers, maybe even a moonlit walk on the surface.”

Wicker sighed, that did sound pleasant, especially the part about spending time with another just to be close to them. “Sounds like a good plan.”

“Thank you sir,” replied the infiltrator.

The two of them continued along until a large fierce breeze passed through the tunnel. The hive mind in their heads exploding in fear, as if hundreds of changelings were afraid, and warning others to stay away from what was coming. They both halted as their antennae and horns began shivering.

“Do you feel that?” asked Flickit, his red eyes glowing brighter.

“Yes, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before,” muttered Wicker, his body frozen from the power of the sensations emanating from his horn.

The presence was now bearing down on them, and it was a raw mass of emotion, need and fury, there was also something eerily commanding about it, but that presence was buried deep. Wicker had never felt this kind of power before, the emotions so raw and unrestricted it nearly frightened him.

“Flickit, get behind me and hold your ground.”

“Y-Yes l-l-ieutenant,” stammered Flickit, taking position behind the officer. Wicker figuring that his armor would give more protection than Flickit’s bare scales.

The illumination crystals studded along the tunnels sides and roof, suddenly began to flicker and strain, the wind flowing through the tunnel picking up carrying with it the scent of raw emotion, arousal and fear. The strength of the scent nearly made the two changelings gag.

“Lieutenant…?”

“Hold!”

“Lieutenant…?”

“Hold!”

The illumination crystals gave one last bright shine of light before they all were snuffed out, plunging the tunnel into darkness aside from their pair of blue and red eyes.

“L-L-Lieutenant… maybe now?”

“No! Hold dammit!”

Their night vision kicking in allowed them to see the end of the tunnel, everything was clear. Until suddenly the tunnel become blocked by a large black shivering shape. A pair of green ghoulish like eyes stared straight back at them.

“Is that a changeling?” asked Flickit, tilting his head to the side as his red eyes scanned the shape before them.

“I think so, but what kind of changeling could carry that much raw energy and emotion?” questioned Wicker.

“How about the Queen, literally the strongest changeling among you stupid!” came the responding hiss from the creature, it’s green eyes narrowing on the blue eyed changeling.

Wicker chose to ignore the insult, if this was the queen, he would need far more proof than that (though the insulting was right on character) holding his ground as he challenged it. “This is lieutenant Wicker of the First Order, and private Flickit of the first recon and intelligence squad, identify yourself creature!”

“Oh for the love of…” came the exasperated raw voice before the tunnel was filled with brilliant light as everyone of the illumination crystals lit up.

The newly lit corridor revealed the ragged and panting from of Queen Chrysalis herself. "Oh no, it is the Queen," he mentally swallowed. She was an absolute mess: her mane unkempt, matted, splayed across her neck and ears. Her tail was frazzled and swinging back and forth behind her rear. Her thorax and greenish black body was covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, and her mouth hung open like a the jaws of a snake. Her teeth were fully bared, a nasty set of fangs on top and bottom, with her tongue lolling and her eyes, oh her eyes were fixed hauntingly on Wicker, almost as if he was a fine piece of meat.

“Q-Q-Queen Chrysalis!” he stammered before sliding immediately to attention so fast that Flickit who had been resting behind him, fell flat forward upon losing his perch. Wicker paid no attention to that, he could only gulp at the look he was receiving from his monarch.

Flickit was right on his game though, the young changeling hopping to all fours immediately after collapsing and bowing before the queen, while Wicker gave her the alpha salute. The queen didn't seem to care about the greetings, however, she desperately nodded in acceptance of their display of honor.

“Are--Are you okay your majesty?” asked Flickit, his inquisitive nature getting the better of him. Wicker was just glad he wasn’t the only one to notice something very wrong with the queen’s behavior.

“F-Fine, I’m fine, drone… I just need a second,” she whimpered, every word seemingly hurting for her to say. Her body language was confusing and alarming. She shook, like a leaf hilw her head lolled and her eyes bugged out, her back legs crossing mildly and her tail hadn’t stopped moving at all. Wicker had seen changelings on ketamine or las pegasus herb that didn’t act this jittery.

The queen lifted her head and began sniffing once more, her normal looking eyes fading as the luminous green was creeping back into them, signaling her immersion into her insectoid nature. She was going off instinctive and primitive need now, and both lower changelings refused to move. Neither was willing to incur her wrath.

Wicker took the moment to try and access the hive mind collective, if he could reach the queen maybe he could understand what was wrong with her. However, as soon as he tried he nearly collapsed as a massive mental barrier kept him from even thinking of the hive collective.

The queen had locked him out of the link… but how?

“Don’t y-you dare t-try to get in my head, alpha...I decide what you get to know,” she told him, her eyes glancing back and forth between him and Flickit, her nose beginning to sniff once more. Finally her attention turned and focussed solely on Wicker.

“W-Why are you looking at me like that?” asked the blue eyed changeling with some trepidation.

The queen remained silent at first, breathing deeply before she shook her head as if to clear it. Looking back at him now he could see the green glaze leave her eyes, her regular pony-like green irises returning.

“I need to… discuss some important things with you officer. Some really important things,” grumbled the queen. Wicker could see from the way she was acting something was really wrong with her, and he didn’t think any alone time with her would be in his best interest, or health.

“My queen, I am honored, but uh-er-we just got back from an intelligence mission and…”began Wicker.

“...AND?” emphasized the queen, her eyes narrowing as her mouth twisted into a snarl. This display giving Wicker the sense that it was not a request.

“Of course your majesty, i understand,” he began. Damn i gotta find some way out from this. Wait, got it!” I-It’s just that the Insidian Order will really want this information, i mean really really really want it.”

“I can make the report myself”, piped in Flickit from behind Wicker, the officer’s eyes going wide as the other sounded off. What the Tartarus are you doing FLICKIT that was my out?!

The queen seemed to like this idea and nodded in agreement. “It’s settled then, the young officer will come with me, while you drone, report back to the high command.”

Turning his head Wicker caught Flickit about the ear with his teeth, pressing his muzzle close to the appendage. “What are you doing? Are you mad, I don’t want to go with her. I mean just look at her!” he hissed.

“Lieutenant, haven’t you smelled it yet?” inquired Flickit with a massive grin. Upon seeing his alpha’s bewildered expression, he seemed to understand that in fact no, he had not. “Just smell her once your nose is cleared and then you can thank me later sir,” mused the drone as he quickly pulled himself up and trotted past both Wicker and Chrysalis with a chirp of laughter. Leaving him alone with the deranged looking queen.

Wicker gulped nervously watching his friend leave him and walk past the queen, giving her another low bow as he passed as was his nature. Turning back to look at her, Wicker found that he had to look away immediately from the intensity of her gaze. He was not used to being stared at with such blazing heat. On duty it was one thing, but off duty he was rather a bit shy around others, it was his own personal conundrum.

He was still trying to figure out what Flickit had meant about smell, all he could smell was himself, his own odor having built up over the last two weeks. This is exactly the reason he wanted to go to the baths.

The queen made the first move {because of course she would} making her way over to him, peering down at him, even though for his size he came up pretty tall on her. Wicker held his ground but his heart was beating hard in his chest, his bug like blue eyes shifted back to his own normal pony-like blue irises. "Is she going to...eat me?" he wondered, which while a bit far fetched, was not unheard of. It was usually under very abnormal circumstances of life or death. Although currently she definitely wasn’t acting normal.

Chrysalis leaned her muzzle down, her mouth opening to reveal her glistening fangs and tongue, making it’s way towards his head. Despite the fact he was wearing a helmet Wicker was terrified.

“Oh sweet gods she’s going to swallow me whole like some deranged serpent!” Her warm breath was soon bathing his face, as he drooped his ears and curled his tail. Her actions causing the younger changeling to wince and turn his head to avoid the death blow, only to go wide-eyed as he felt her tongue instead, giving a warm lick across his cheek.

He could only look at her wide eyed, surprise evident all over his facial features, his mouth hanging open in shock. He couldn’t believe it, nor could his body, frozen in place while his heart nearly shattered from the tension. Was she tasting him for food or something more intimate?

The disheveled monarch grinned at him before she darted in again, disparaging his fears and answering his question by connecting their muzzles in a direct and passionate kiss. Going completely limp Wicker felt himself being carried backwards until his back hit the dusty wall of the tunnel, the queen pressing against him hard and hot. He could feel the intensity and heat burning in her mouth, while his chest felt the sheer force of her body pressing against his. The way she seemed to hum up from her throat and into his mouth, was enough to make him shiver in delight. Their muzzles not even breaking contact as she closed her eyes and hmm’d into his mouth once more, signalling she was enjoying it as well. Wicker himself was still in a bit of shock, but he could at least say now he was finding the whole experience enjoyable at least.

“She’s kissing me, she’s kissing me…OH gods she’s kissing me!”he cried in his mind. The alpha swooning over this boost to his confidence, as well as social achievement. In the hive among both alpha and drones, it was considered a great honor if the queen showed even a fraction of affection to you. Queens were usually so busy and so arrogant themselves, they took what they wanted and rarely gave appreciation. It was harsh but it was life, and so whenever one was able to be more intimate and caring, beyond the role of a mother or leader, it was a big deal.

However, this was more than just simple affection, this was hot and passionate. She was so strong, and her body so hot against his, he almost felt like he would melt from her touch. He wanted to know if he should do something for her as well (rather than stay limper than a dead bird) but what that could be, he did not know.

He was still trying to figure out if this whole situation was actually real or not. How did he go from two weeks in a hot desert to being ramrodded by the queen with her lips? What had he done to incur her oh so sensual fangs all over him? “Oh what's that?” he questioned, even as he felt something protruding into his mouth, realizing right away it was her tongue.

The long and thick appendage wrestled it’s way through his muzzle to entwine about his own, the queen pulling him further into her kiss and muzzle with her tongue, leading his tongue like a pull rope. It brought such a combination of mild pain and eroticism that Wicker felt his eyes go drowsy as he literally experienced a state of pure lust. Reaching up with one of his hooves, he wrapped it around her neck, his other gripping her right cheek as he pressed himself back against her.“When in the Hive,” he thought to himself as he went for it.

Tongue play was usually reserved for the most carnal of changeling sex acts, indicating a dedicated and passionate relationship. The art was usually best suited for the royalty, given that their tongues were the longest and most sensitive out of all the types of changelings in the hive. Wicker however, had spent some time rooming with one of the former harem studs for the queen's personal masturbatorium (and yes he always shuddered at the cringe worthy name) who had told him some things. He had used these lessons on a few changeling females and it had worked, and right now he was willing to engage the queen in her own play. After all why not use what you got? Grinning to himself as he pressed his own tongue up along the coiled worm that was her own.

She seemed to appreciate his actions pulling away from him, their muzzles disconnecting all but for the tongues, both of their appendages still wrapped around each other. Their tongues playing an erotic and elaborate game of tug. Stroking their hooves across each others face and necks, trying to feel each others bodies and waiting for the other to tire and submit. This exchange lasted for a bit before they too disentangled. Both of them looked back at the other. Chrysalis panting hard, while her green eyes couldn't stop staring into his blue.

“W-Why?” gasped Wicker, out of breath himself from that long bout of kissing.

“What? What do you mean why? Can’t you smell you silly male?!” she growled, marveling at the sheepish shy blush he held as she did so.

“I can’t smell anything but myself, my queen. I have been away for two weeks with no baths, so i stink,” he stated.

“Hmm, you do indeed” she murmured as she pressed against him once more, that pointed tongue of hers slipping out, as she began licking across his face again, her hooves coming up to pull off his metal protection. Wicker allowed her to do so, only pressing his hooves tight against his chest as she began licking at him, his face now fully uncovered as she removed his helmet.

She seemed to like the taste of his sweat and the smell of his musk, for she doubled down her licking about his face and neck, all the while sniffing his aroma at her leisure.

Part of him marveled in the sensation of having a beautiful changeling female licking him, let alone having that female be the queen herself. However, the other side of him was astonished at how submissive he was being. He was not usually like this, not during sex and not in his duty as an officer. Never before had he completely surrender all his will.

Unlike drones who could not argue with a royal order (they literally were bred to not be able to do so) one of his natural gifts as an alpha, was the ability of greater free will. Normally the alpha’s utilized their free will to best suit the decisions and needs of the Hive, or to bring much needed debate to important discussions. Wicker had always embraced this distinction from the drones, for it gave him greater senses of self worth. Though, here he was practically offering himself to the queen, with no effort at self control whatsoever. If he could be this submissive, he might as well be a drone.

But, whether or not his submissiveness was because she was his queen or because this was the first affectionate contact he had experienced in over a year, he could not tell. It was a bit much for him to handle to be honest, for he wasn’t usually this forward, and he didn’t even know why she picked him for this. What was her deal anyway? Is she sick? Does she have some sexual disease or something? Am I at risk?

As soon as she started to drop lower however, making her way down his chest, he couldn't contain himself to submissive silence anymore and exploded forward leaping around her.

“No, no no no, sorry my queen. That is waaayyyy too much! I don't mind kissing but I’m not giving it up in this dirt tunnel!”

She recoiled in mild disgust and disappointment. Sitting there on her haunches she looked like she was about to bite his head off, right before her eyes darkened. Her new look making it seem like she was contemplating something important. Those reptilian chips of jade peering at him, as her blue lips snarled and a snort of hot air puffed through her nostrils. The sight was very unnerving.

Wicker knew she was bound as queen to respect his wishes (not only as an alpha but as a soldier, given the guidelines for forced mating among officers), but he couldn't help but feel like she wasn’t below breaking a rule or two to get what she wanted.

“I’m in big trouble.”

Chapter 3: Passionate encounter

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Chapter 4: Together by Moonlight [18+...finally ;) ]

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!