Quickiesby SParkChaptersThe Perfect StallionNo Wrong WayBetween Day and NightHoney Pie: The First TimeHoney Pie: ExploringCat-fillyThe Perfect StallionAuthor's Note What exactly happened when Discord snapped his fingers and put Big Macintosh in Fluttershy's bedroom in The Perfect Stallion? Read on to find out. Story commissioned by Spamotron (well, he commissioned The Perfect Stallion and said I could include clop if I wanted to, so...) Story also brought to you in part by my nice patrons over at Patreon. If you'd like to get these stories early, or get one written to order for you, among other perks, please consider becoming a patron. The Perfect Stallion Fluttershy tugged the corner of her quilt down with her forehooves. It had been a long and slightly strange day, and she was quite ready to go to bed. A soft popping sound behind her made her look over her shoulder. Somewhat to her surprise, she saw Big Macintosh standing there. He looked surprised about it as well. His eyes flicked over her, and he also looked suddenly embarrassed. Fluttershy realized that she was standing with her hind hooves on the ground, her front hooves up on the bed, and her rump towards Big Mac, a position her racier romance novels called things like "presenting herself" and "an invitation." She blushed furiously, but her tail betrayed her, flicking side to side, showing hints of what lay beneath it. Big Mac's red coat didn't show a blush, but Fluttershy was pretty sure he was blushing too. "I'm dreamin', ain't I? I don't remember goin' to bed, but I must be dreamin'." "I, uhm, I don't think so. Maybe? I don't remember going to bed either. Oh my." The more rational part of her told her she really should put her front hooves down and turn away from the big, strong, incredibly handsome stallion. Other parts that weren't so much in her brain as elsewhere in her body were insisting she stay just exactly as she was, and maybe lift her tail a little bit higher. She licked her lips, trying to decide what she should do. Big Mac took a step closer. His ears flicked back and forth uncertainly. He pawed at the floor a little. Fluttershy's traitorous tail flicked more. Big Mac's nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent. He lowered his head and nudged gently at her rump, just to one side of her tail. She shivered. She really should move. But she really didn't want to. She shivered again as Big Mac nuzzled at her cutie mark. Then he paused and took a step back. "I still reckon this is probably a dream. I can't rightly imagine that the prettiest mare in Ponyville would be offerin' me what-all you seem to be offerin'. All the same, in case it ain't, I gotta make sure you're really up fer it. A stallion's gotta be a gentlecolt about these things." "Oh. I. Uhm..." Fluttershy hesitated. The rational parts of her were trying to come up with reasons for her to say no. They weren't having much luck though, and the rest of her, especially the growing ache of desire between her hind legs, was arguing persuasively that she should say yes. She flicked her tail again, her hind legs trembling. "I ain't never been with a mare that didn't want it." Finally Fluttershy couldn't take it anymore. "Yes! I do want it- you! I want you. Please!" "All righty then." Big Mac smiled broadly and moved forward to nip lightly at the base of her tail. Fluttershy squeaked, then gave in to her body's urge and arched her tail up higher in eager invitation. Big Mac took a moment to just take in the sight of her. Her slender model's body, her perfectly curved flanks, and most of all what her arched tail revealed beneath it. Only a moment, though, before eagerly taking her invitation and nuzzling down beneath her tail, between her legs. She let out a tiny moan and shifted her hind hooves further apart, fully exposing her sex. He nosed at it lightly, then licked, sliding his tongue between her lips. She moaned again, a shiver going through her. He lapped at her, tasting her sweetness, his tongue pushing back and forth against her folds. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation as Big Mac licked her, every stroke of the stallion's tongue sending waves of pleasure through her. It got even better when he lapped up to her clit, his tongue caressing the soft nub of flesh. "Oh!" gasped Fluttershy. Big Mac worked her clit for a while, lapping and sucking gently at it. Fluttershy moaned breathlessly with each touch, her whole body shuddering. When she was on the very edge he suddenly stopped and withdrew. His muzzle was damp with her juices, and he paused for a moment to wipe it off with one hoof. Fluttershy let out a needy little whimper, looking back over her shoulder at him. She'd been so close! Why had he stopped? Then he reared up and she finally caught a glimpse of his stallionhood. She almost gasped. Big Mac was a big stallion, so it didn't look disproportionate, but his cock was huge. He didn't pause to let her take in the sight though, he planted his front hooves on the bed on either side of her, his body atop hers. He stepped forward with his hind hooves, his hips shifting as he tried to line things up. It took a moment, and Fluttershy felt the head of his gigantic member pushing at her rump, leaving a damp smear of pre-cum on her fur. Then it prodded again just under her tail, and pushed up at last against her wet, waiting entrance. He let out a low grunt as he started to enter her, her wet warmth closing over his cock. He went slow, spreading and stretching her as he sank carefully in. Fluttershy squeaked as she felt how much he was stretching her out. It was almost too much, and yet it felt so amazingly good. Finally he came to rest, pushing his hips forward, grinding against her rump, every inch of him inside her. She let out an almost animal moan, feeling him fill her utterly. Then he pulled back, almost withdrawing completely. Fluttershy shivered, letting out another little whimper of need. She wanted to be filled again. Big Mac gave her what she wanted in one powerful thrust, pushing deeply into her once more, but not slowly this time. She gasped, shoved against the bed by the power of his thrust, her slender body pinned helplessly beneath his strong, broad form. He started pounding her in earnest, each thrust both fast and deep, and she moaned wantonly, all restraint now dissolved utterly. It was purely primal, both of them giving in to animal passion, holding nothing back. Fluttershy tensed, feeling herself once again near her peak. Her inner muscles squeezed down on Big Mac's cock and he groaned in response, thrusting even faster, his pace almost frantic as he neared his own peak. When she came, her cry was a gasping, shuddering scream that probably frightened every animal she had, but in that moment she didn't care in the least. Only seconds later Big Mac's thrusts turned short and jerky, his body trembling as he hovered on the edge, and then he too came, thick spurts of his seed filling Fluttershy, pumping deep into her. At last he halted, panting, atop her. For a long moment they lay there, both quite still, both enjoying the lingering warmth, the lingering intimacy as their bodies were yet joined. Finally Big Mac's softening cock slipped free of Fluttershy and he stepped back from her, blinking, looking more than a little dazed. Fluttershy looked dazed too, but she slowly rose from the bed, shaking her head as if to shake off the fog, and then said, "Oh my. What did we just do?" Big Mac gave her a slow, satisfied smile. "I reckon we had us a pretty good roll in the hay." "Oh. Yes. It was... wow. But I'm... I'm not... I mean... wow. You are... oh my gosh. But... I don't want to... I mean..." She hid her face almost completely behind her hair, blushing furiously as she fumbled for the right words. "It was so good but I know it's not love because I love someone else!" she finally blurted out. "You're not in love with me either, I hope? I'm so sorry!" "Eeenope. Yer about the most attractive mare there ever was, but it ain't my heart you went and caught, you jest got the attention of some regions further south." "Oh thank goodness. I don't want to break your heart or something awful like that. So... let's never mention this again?" "Eeyup. Mah lips are sealed. An' I'll jest let myself out. If this ain't a dream, I can walk home jest fine an' if it is, it don't matter none nohow." No Wrong WayAuthor's Note Just a quick little one-shot, done by request. No Wrong Way Celestia shut her bedroom door firmly. Then she locked it. Then she cast a silencing spell on the door. She considered a locking spell to augment the silencing spell, but decided that that would be excessive. Turning to her balcony, she shut the glass doors, locked them as well, and drew the golden velvet curtains across them. Outside, the last light of sunset threw golden glory across a a few clouds dotting the horizon, but she didn't care. The sun was down and her duties were done. With her privacy assured, she went to her bed and sprawled out on her back, fanning her wings across the silken sheets. It had been a very long day. Most days were very long days, truth be told. So she had more than earned a little bit of relaxation. Celestia tipped her head back with a sigh, her eyes closing, and slipped one hoof between her legs, starting to caress herself slowly. Her mind wandered as her hoof began to work back and forth. For a moment the memory of today's council meeting passed through her mind, but she chased that thought off with a little mental huff. Boring politics would not help her get off! Though admittedly one of her secretaries was very cute... She thought about him for a while, wondering what his rather reserved personality would be like in bed. Would he be shy between the sheets, or would he be one of those quiet ones that turned out to be wild, kinky animals in bed? The thought of shy, repressed ponies made Twilight float through Celestia's mind. She felt herself blushing a little bit. She knew perfectly well that Twilight had a crush on her. She didn't think they would actually work out well as romantic partners; Twilight's sometimes neurotic hero worship towards her would make the playing field just a little bit too uneven, but it was nice to fantasize. Given how intelligent Twilight was, Celestia had no doubt that she had plenty of kinks hidden under her quiet, bookish exterior. What if Twilight were a domme? That was all too easy to picture. Twilight taking charge, turning the tables, making her former mentor her sexual slave... Celestia's hoof moved a little bit faster and her eyes, half open now, grew unfocused as she pictured that. She would wear a bridle, and Twilight would hold the reins, jerking her head around, forcing Celestia to service her. That was a far too enticing thought. Celestia could almost taste Twilight's musky sweetness. "Please me, slave," Twilight would sneer, and Celestia would eagerly oblige. Celestia's wings spread out a little wider, as did her legs. She made a soft sound of needy passion as her hoof stroked back and forth to the image of her student dominating her utterly. Picturing herself as a submissive felt so taboo, yet somehow so right. Thinking of taboos made her mind suddenly present her with another image, which made Celestia blush brightly. Suddenly it was Luna who held her reins and directed Celestia to service her. She licked her lips, thinking she should probably try to banish the forbidden thought. Yet she was alone, and who would know about her terrible fantasy? Her hoof moved a little faster as she imagined being entwined in a passionate embrace, light fur against dark, with Luna grinding herself against Celestia's thigh, taking her pleasure of her sister. "Oh, Luna," groaned Celestia. She pushed her hoof more firmly against her mound, her own juices slicking it as it rubbed back and forth. She could feel her pleasure starting to build, but slowly as yet. She wanted—needed—more. The image she held in her mind twisted, her imagination seeking the more taboo, more extreme, more intense thoughts that might drive her pleasure to new heights. Now it was Nightmare Moon rather than Luna who stood before her. The imaginary villainess yanked Celestia's head down, forcing her to prostrate herself. The haughty voice that she had once heard promising her doom now demanded, "Worship me, slave. Please me, my slut and I shall give you pleasure in turn." Celestia moaned as she imagined kissing the Nightmare's hooves, licking the dust from them, sucking on the tips of them. Her pleasure started to build, her hoof moving rapidly, and her fantasy spiraled out of coherence, into a wild series of kinky images. Her with her muzzle buried in Nightmare Moon's pussy, tasting her musk as she frantically sought to please her dark mistress. Nightmare's amorphous mane and tail wrapped around her, binding her tightly, tentacles of tingling power pushing into her every orifice. Nightmare Moon herself mounting her like a stallion, grinding against her rump, and suddenly equipped as a stallion; a hot, hard, magical cock pushing into Celestia's eager pussy, making her cry out. "Oh please, Mistress!" she groaned, her voice soft but intense. One last twisted fantasy, her fantasy self wearing a bridle with an O-ring instead of a bit, Nightmare Moon still endowed like a stallion, thrusting into her mouth until Celestia choked and gagged, and then the fantasy alicorn came in her mouth even as the real Celestia threw her head back, her body tensed and shaking, her hoof moving almost frantically, pleasure shuddering through her intensely. Slowly she relaxed, panting, the demented images fading from her mind. She was still flushed, partly from her exertions, partly from embarrassment at the direction her fantasies had taken. It was always just a bit uncomfortable to let loose the taboo things that lurked deep within her mind. But it was all right. After all, there was no wrong way to fantasize. Between Day and NightAuthor's Note This was the original ending of What Comes Between Day and Night, my R63 Prince-cest threesome clopfic. I wrote it this way because I really do like Artemis and Solaris as lovers, and I wanted them interacting, but later on I changed my mind, deciding that I could always come back to the two of them later, but that in a story about Dusk admitting he loves both of them, he should probably also fuck both of them. But I do still like this version too, so here it is! Between Day and Night ...For a long moment they both just lay there, panting hard. Eventually Solaris lifted his head to nuzzle at Dusk. “You are amazing,” said Solaris in his ear, still breathing a bit faster than normal. A little shiver of pleasure went through Dusk at that. Solaris thought he was amazing. He smiled over his shoulder at Solaris, feeling wonderfully content. This was better than his fantasies. A soft chuckle drew both stallions' attention to the bed, where Artemis was sitting with his feet dangling over the side, grinning at them. “Have fun?” “Oh yeah,” said Dusk. “Very much so,” said Solaris. “Though when I've caught my breath again I think it's going to be your turn. I'm sure Dusk will be happy to help me reduce you to incoherent moaning and writhing.” Dusk giggled. “Very happy. Mmm.” There was a long, very contented silence. It was broken eventually by Dusk. “Uh, Solaris?” “Mmm?” “You're kind of heavy.” “Oh!” Solaris climbed off of Dusk, who was glad to be able to breathe properly again. He hadn't minded being pinned under Solaris, but breathing was sort of a necessity, and the huge stallion was anything but light. Artemis laughed again, and Solaris turned around, grinning broadly at his brother. "Something funny?" Artemis just grinned more, then let out a startled yelp when Solaris tackled him back onto the bed. The pair rolled around on the bed, putting the already disordered bedding even more askew. Dusk licked his lips. Seeing the two of them together, light against dark, was getting him turned on all over again. They wrestled laughingly for a few minutes before ending up with Solaris straddling Artemis, still grinning broadly as he pinned the slightly smaller stallion down. Artemis looked up at him and smiled too, but Dusk thought he caught a hint of bitterness in the smile. "You win," said Artemis softly. "As always." "No, you are going to win," said Artemis firmly. "Because I'm going to make certain you cum, nice and hard. It wouldn't be fair to stop, leaving you unsatisfied." Then he wiggled his eyebrows outrageously and added, "Besides, I should show Dusk a few things about your... preferences." "Oh stars," groaned Artemis. "Must you?" "You know you like it." Solaris' grin grew broader. Artemis just rolled his eyes. Dusk picked himself up and turned towards the bed, where Solaris was apparently arranging things to his satisfaction. He was building a little pile of pillows against the headboard, while Artemis watched with an indulgent smile. Solaris' magic grabbed Dusk again, startling a surprised “eep” out of him, and deposited him in a seated position against the pile, like one more pillow. Then Artemis was placed nearly in his lap, making both Dusk and Artemis yelp in surprise this time. Solaris laughed. “There. Now Dusk, if you would be so kind as to hold on to my brother for me, so he can't squirm too much, that would be delightful!” Dusk wrapped his forelegs around Artemis, who'd been placed facing away from him. Dusk also couldn't help pressing his muzzle to the side of Artemis' neck, nuzzling into the sleek, midnight blue fur and inhaling his scent. It was musky and equine, but with a cool, bright note to it, like the scent of an evening breeze when it was just about to rain. “Mmm.” Dusk half closed his eyes, holding Artemis close. Artemis sighed and leaned back into his embrace. Dusk heard Artemis' breath suddenly catch. He glanced down to see that Solaris was stretched out beside Artemis, his head bent, and his tongue lapping slowly at Artemis' cock. Artemis moaned. Dusk found that he couldn't look away from the sight of Solaris slowly pleasuring his brother. He licked his lips, staring, feeling his pulse pound faster. Artemis moaned again and threw his head back against Dusk's shoulder. Dusk tightened his forelegs around Artemis, holding him close, while Solaris continued to lap sensually at Artemis' cock. Artemis started squirming, his hind hooves working against the bed. Solaris chuckled and repositioned himself so he was pinning Artemis's legs down fairly thoroughly. “Hold him still for me, Dusk,” he said, and then lowered his head again, his tongue swirling around the flared tip of Artemis' cock. Dusk tightened his grip, pinning Artemis' forelegs down from behind, holding him tightly against his chest. Artemis squirmed, as if he were fighting against Dusk's restraint, but he was also moaning loudly with obvious pleasure. “Ohh...” Dusk felt Artemis jerk in his arms, bucking convulsively as Solaris took his cock into his mouth. Solaris' eyes were closed now and he moved with slow, teasing deliberation as he slid down, taking Artemis deeper. “Oh yes...” Artemis shuddered again, breathing very hard now, and the scent that Dusk had noticed earlier grew stronger, muskier. Solaris didn't seem to mind the way Artemis' squirming was pushing his cock even deeper into his throat, he just kept going down until he'd taken it all. Then he started to work back and forth, and Artemis squirmed even harder, to the point where Dusk had to use magic to help him keep Artemis pinned. However much he'd grown in recent years, he was still the smallest of the three, and not exactly an athlete. Solaris continued to work steadily back and forth, bobbing his head on Artemis' cock. Artemis moaned wordlessly, still fighting and squirming as the other two alicorns pinned him down. His hips were bucking, as much as they could anyway, in time to Solaris' motion. His head was arched back, pressed to Dusk's shoulder, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth open as he moaned and panted. He started to whimper, a sound of desperate, passionate, need. Solaris simply continued his slow, steady motion. Artemis struggled harder, his hooves pressing into the bed, his head pushing harder on Dusk's shoulder as his whole body arched. Dusk had to strengthen his magic further, Artemis was very strong. “Ahh... Faust, I'm so close. Solaris, you bastard,” panted Artemis. Solaris stopped and looked up, grinning. “If I'm a bastard, so are you,” he said. Artemis whimpered in frustration. “Damn it, Solaris! Please!” “Well, since you ask so nicely.” Suddenly his horn lit, even as he lowered his head again and took Artemis' cock back into his mouth. “Ah! Yesss!” Artemis arched again, tensed and shuddering, and Dusk could imagine exactly where Solaris must be applying magical force. Solaris was working up and down quite rapidly on Artemis' cock now, and Artemis' head rolled back and forth on Dusk's shoulder as he writhed with pleasure. “Ah yes! Ah! AH!!!” With that final cry he gave one more convulsive, bucking shudder and came. Solaris stopped bobbing his head but he didn't pull back, he stayed there, holding Artemis' cock in his mouth while it twitched and pulsed and shot cum onto his tongue. At last Artemis went limp in Dusk's arms. Solaris finally lifted his head then, swallowing as he did. “You are terrible,” murmured Artemis, still panting. Dusk relaxed his grip slowly, dismissing the magic he'd been using to keep Artemis pinned. Solaris laughed. “Come on, admit you like it!” Artemis chuckled, not even bothering to lift his head from Dusk's shoulder as he replied, “Maybe.” After a pause he added, “And truly it is much nicer to have you tease me again than to have you walking on pins and needles, worried that I'll turn to darkness again at the drop of a hat.” “Ah...” “Don't deny it, brother, that's just what you were like for the first couple of years.” “Well...” Artemis laughed. “I don't blame you. But this is better.” He half opened his eyes and gave Dusk's cheek a little nuzzle. “Much better.” “I could get used to it,” said Dusk. Solaris smiled up at the other two, still lying draped across Artemis' legs. “So could I.” Honey Pie: The First TimeAuthor's Note This deleted scene is from Honey Pie II, chapter two. If you don't feel like reading Honey Pie and Honey Pie II to get the background, here's the very short version: A changeling cut off from his hive fell in love with, and developed a telepathic hive bond with Pinkie Pie. Sweetcake is "out" as a changeling, but still tends to keep pony form, especially for cuddles, since hard chitin isn't terribly cuddly. Our story begins as he and Pinkie wake up after a long and unexpectedly adventurous day... (P.S. Yes, "buck" instead of fuck is silly. This is Pinkie Pie we're talking about here. ) Honey Pie: The First Time I woke with Pinkie Pie nuzzling my ear. I sighed happily and opened my eyes. "Morning, sleepyhead," said Pinkie. I blinked at the sunlight coming in through the window. "So it is." I hadn't really meant to sleep all evening and on into the night, but apparently I'd needed it. I felt good; even asleep, Pinkie's love for me had restored my energy. I wrapped my hooves around her and pulled her close. She lifted her muzzle and kissed me. I let my eyes slide closed as I kissed back, to better feel what she was feeling. As a drone, I had no sexual nature whatsoever. I'd panicked the first time I'd sensed lust from Pinkie, having no idea how to deal with it. But as we'd gotten more used to each other, we had come to enjoy a certain amount of intimacy. It had never really gone beyond kissing, but even though I didn't seem to be capable of arousal myself, I could enjoy sharing the feelings that Pinkie got from our occasional make-out sessions. Knowing what she liked, I held her close, stroking her fluffy mane and then running my hoof down her back to eventually end up caressing her cutie mark. She kissed me harder, her own hooves going around me. Even though it didn't really matter to me, Pinkie always wanted to return my attentions. She started running her hooves up and down my back, pushing close against me as she did so. The feel of her body against mine was somehow different today. I could feel her arousal, of course, her breath against me now a heavy, rapid panting, and the spicy taste of lust hung like a fog in the air around us. But there was something else now, an answering heat, not on my tongue or in the bond we shared, but tingling down my spine. My breath caught. What was this? How could it be happening? I pulled back from Pinkie, feeling confused and uncertain. Pinkie sensed my confusion and let me pull free from her embrace. Sweetcake? What is it? I don't know. I found I was trembling. Even separated from Pinkie, that tingle of fire was still there. I knew what it felt like, but that was impossible. Fear spiked through me. Was something wrong with me? Remembering an old legend about changelings who spent too much time as ponies and stopped being changelings, I swiftly changed back to my natural form. Relief filled me for an instant. I hadn't really thought that I'd fully turned into a pony, but it was the first explanation I could think of for how I could feel what I was feeling. If not that, though, then what? It's okay, Sweetcake, said Pinkie gently. Whatever it is, it's not hurting you. She reached up and cupped my cheek. I sighed, trying to relax. A little more of that strange, impossible heat stirred at her touch. She kissed me again and it was electrifying. I shouldn't be able to feel this... My protest was weak, but I couldn't shake off my worry. Pinkie, though, wasn't worried at all. She reached out to me, sharing her enthusiasm with me. I've always wished you could do something other than just listen to how I feel when we're together. Feeling excitement like this is good! It's better than cupcakes or balloons. Sometimes I think it might even be better than parties, and it ought to be shared. I don't understand why either, but I think it's a good thing. She broke off the kiss and smiled at me. It feels good, doesn't it? Change back, and let me show you how good it can feel. I changed again, resuming my equine form. Pinkie's hooves went around me, pulling me in tight, and she kissed me again, hard, her tongue pressing into my mouth. I wrapped my hooves back around her and kissed her in return, feeling the strange new fire burning higher within me. I didn't know what was happening, all this was so bizarre and impossible. Yet as Pinkie's hooves began to wander over my body, and the fire I felt blazed higher, I found that I no longer cared how or why. Pinkie's hooves stroked and caressed me, wandering down to my flanks, then up my back. Her tongue twisted with mine, exploring my mouth. Her body pressed to mine, her hide soft and warm. I found myself pressing back tightly, moaning softly into the kiss. The fire that had kindled in me flamed brighter, racing down my spine to light a flame of need between my legs. Pinkie broke off the kiss and began to nibble at my ear. She nibbled gently, and I moaned again. It felt so good. Can you have wings for me? I like playing with wings, she said. I willingly shaped a pair of pegasus wings for her, in addition to my usual horn. She smiled and rubbed her hooves at the bases. Somewhat to my surprise I felt them involuntarily stiffening, the feathers extended. "Are you an alicorn prince now?" she murmured in my ear. I couldn't help but chuckle, even though the sensations from my wings were making it hard to think. "If you want me to be," I said. "Mmm. I don't care about the prince part. But having every kind of pony, everything I like about making love, all in one pony..." She sighed happily. "You're just perfect, Sweetcake!" She kissed me again, and I kissed back willingly. Meanwhile her hooves kept working at my wings, until they were spread as far as possible, almost aching with this new, strange heat that filled me. The ache still burned between my legs too, and in this form I had something other than smooth chitin there. Pinkie's legs were tangled with mine, and as she pressed close to me I could feel my stallionhood emerging, pushing between our bodies. Pinkie could feel it too, she broke off the kiss with a happy, almost purring sort of sound and started rocking herself against me, grinding our bodies together. I moaned. I couldn't help it. Pinkie moaned too. I could feel her own excitement growing. We'd never gotten anywhere near this far before. I didn't know what to do, but Pinkie seemed to. She was eager, almost frantic, as she pressed her body against mine, her hooves touching my wings, rubbing my flanks, darting over me then pulling me to her harder. Suddenly she let go of me and pulled away. She was panting. So was I. She rolled over in the generously large bed, stretching out on her stomach. "Buck me now," she whispered with urgent intensity. I froze. "I don't know how!" "You do. You can feel what I feel. That's all you need to know." She lifted her tail. I could smell her suddenly, the musky mare's scent of her mixing with the spice of lust in the air. I climbed over her, letting my mind touch hers more closely. I closed my eyes, to better focus on feeling what she felt. Her mind wrapped around mine as willingly as her body had, pulling me to her, letting me feel the ache of need that burned between her legs, like and yet unlike the ache that I felt. I shuddered and pushed closer to her. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her entrance against my stallionhood even as I also felt the hard heat of my stallionhood against her entrance. She moaned softly. I moaned in unison with her. I wanted her. She wanted me. It blended together into a desire that could not be denied. I shifted my hips, trying to find a way to give us what we needed. I felt it from her body more than from my own, when I'd found the right angle. I started to thrust, sinking into her. We moaned together again. It felt amazing, wonderful; overwhelming almost. I stayed there, just being within her, for a long moment. Buck me, she said, and I didn't know if it was out loud or in her mind or just something I felt that didn't actually have words. However she'd said it, I knew what she meant. I drew my hips back and thrust into her, hard and fast. "Yes!" That cry was definitely out loud, a rejoicing shout of bliss as I began to take her as hard as I could. Her whole body was tensed under me, rocking in time to my thrusts. The fire that burned within her was growing higher. Feeling it only made my own excitement rise to match it. We were both on the very edge of something strange and amazing and wonderful. I could feel it racing through me, my whole body aching for the fulfillment it promised. I moved even faster, thrusting harder still, making Pinkie cry out beneath me. In an instant we were both there, her body shuddering under me even as my stallionhood twitched and shuddered within her, shooting my seed—still impossible, but I didn't remotely care—deep within her. The incredible bliss began to fade away as I sagged limply atop her. Pinkie beneath me was panting, but she let out a little chirruping sound of utter contentment, almost cat-like. Her mind was a wordless haze of pleasure. Mine was much the same. We lay there together for quite a while before I finally rolled off of her to lie beside her. I finally managed to piece together a few words again. "That... was... something. No wonder ponies like bucking so much." Pinkie laughed, a delighted giggle. "Yep! That was really good. It was even better than stuff I've done before, because I could feel what you were feeling. It was twice as nice!" I chuckled. "We are going to have to do that again. Soon." Pinkie giggled again. "I like that idea." Honey Pie: ExploringAuthor's Note This is the second of two "deleted scenes" from Honey Pie II (chapter three) that features Sweetcake's further exploration of his newfound sexuality with Pinkie Pie. I really had a hard time deciding what sex acts/fetishes to label this one with. Technically it involves an ovipositor, is F/F and is really freaky, but on the other hand Sweetcake is only technically female, he considers himself male, so it's really straight and nothing they actually do is particularly kinky, it's quite vanilla. Make of it what you will, I suppose. I write weird shit. Honey Pie: Exploring With nothing else for us to do, Pinkie and I spent quite a lot of time in our room, exploring each other. I had thus far always taken pony form while doing so. Pinkie had no aversion to my natural form, but she said she found my carapace hard and uncomfortable to snuggle up to, and my fangs made kissing awkward, so no matter what form things began in, eventually I always took my colt's shape for her. This night was no exception. I had already shifted when Pinkie first snuggled up against me. She lifted her head and nuzzled at my horn, making my eyes go unfocused as a ripple of heat washed over me. I could tell that her full attention wasn't on what she was doing. She was thinking about something. I brushed my mind against hers a little more closely, curious about what could be distracting her. Somewhat to my surprise she was thinking about what it would be like to try and make love to me in my changeling form. Hard, poky, and probably impossible, I told her silently. I don't even have genitals. Yeah, but we could still do lots of things that way, was her reply. I like trying different stuff. I guess I could have you be different ponies, but you've already been a unicorn and a pegasus for me, and having you be somepony I know would just be weird. So I want to try you just being you. Well, if you insist. I changed, green fire rippling over me, revealing my black carapace once more. Pinkie chuckled, giving off appreciation and gratitude, along with curiosity and a hint of arousal. She went back to my horn, curved rather than spiraled now, and nuzzled it again. The sensation was actually slightly different than it had been moments ago, though still quite good. I let out a soft moan as she began to lick at it. I felt that strange heat, alien and yet by now also familiar and welcome, rising in me again. I slid my hooves around Pinkie, pulling her to me. Her hooves went around me in turn as I nuzzled at her neck, and when I could feel her enjoying my nuzzles, I dared to nibble gently, taking care with my long fangs. She giggled. That tickles! She didn't tell me to stop though. Her hooves ran along my wings, making them twitch when she caressed the sensitive joints at the base. With her hooves caressing me as she nuzzled and licked at my horn, the heat I felt grew even greater. I was breathing faster, and a warmth began to gather between my hindquarters. Pinkie let out a sudden squeak of surprise. "Eep!" She pulled back from me, feeling startled and confused. I felt confused too. What had just happened? Pinkie looked down, and I felt her surprise increase. "No way! You're even more poky now. I thought you didn't have genitals?" "I don't. I..." I looked down too. I did. I felt a shock of panic run through me. What was going on? This was not possible! I tried to gather my thoughts somehow. I felt the hum of the hive in the back of my mind, soothing me. They were calm. The hive was not in danger. There was no need to panic. Still, my mind kept spinning in confused circles. This made even less sense than my ability to feel arousal did! Pinkie's giggling didn't help me get my thoughts together at all. "You really are a boy changeling now," she said cheerfully. "Uh. N-no, I'm pretty sure that's an ovipositor." "Oh." A little flicker of confusion and worry dampened her giggles, the feelings so close to what I was feeling that I almost couldn't taste them. "I gotta ask if that means you've been laying eggs in me? 'Cause remember what I said about not being sure about actually wanting to lay eggs and have pony-lings?" Somehow her worry calmed my own. I smiled and put a reassuring hoof on her shoulder. "It doesn't work like that. Changeling eggs can't grow inside a pony. They grow inside of pods somewhat like the ones we put replaced ponies in. I, uh, maybe have been laying eggs in you," for some reason this made me feel flushed and embarrassed. "But I cannot possibly be fertile; I haven't mated with a male changeling. They would never grow in you even if they were fertile. Though I guess if one impossible thing can happen, then maybe another can... But no, there has to be a reasonable explanation for this!" I got to my feet and started walking back and forth, trying to think. Pinkie's head went back and forth, watching me as I paced. Suddenly it dawned on me. "I am an idiot. Pinkie, what color are my eyes?" "Uhm. Green? Wait. That's not right. I mean, they are green, but they're supposed to be blue, aren't they?" "Blue-green, or all green? Do we have a mirror? No, wait, just look at me, please?" I half-closed my eyes and reached out for Pinkie. She cooperated with my sudden idea, letting me look at myself through her eyes. I had changed, sometime over the last week or so since I'd last looked in a mirror. I'd never paid my reflection much attention; vanity would have been absurd in a drone nearly identical to every other drone in the hive. Now, however, that was no longer the case. My half-closed eyes were pure, jade green. My crest and tail were tinted turquoise. My wings and wing-cases were brighter, more iridescent than a drone's. My horn was a little bit longer. I was fairly certain I was taller than I'd been as well. I was an under-queen. Of course. I'd noticed how Minder seemed to be changing into one, prompted by being separated from Chrysalis and the hive. I'd been separated even longer than she had. No doubt my assuming authority over the little hive here had accelerated the process, and the love I was getting from Pinkie Pie would have provided more than enough energy for such changes over the last few days. Under-queens, unlike drones, could and did reproduce. I opened my eyes, my mind reeling. Pinkie bounced over to me and stood by my side. She put a hoof on the top of her head, measuring herself against me. "Yep, you are taller too. I dunno how I didn't notice it before!" "A lot of distracting things have been going on," I said, still feeling more than a little dazed. I sat down on the floor, folding my wings and trying to corral my scattered thoughts. Pinkie came and sat next to me, leaning against me. I nuzzled the top of her head. I had to be a good six inches higher at the withers. I remembered how I'd noticed that she fit beneath my wing, nearly a week ago. I'd been slowly changing all this time, it had just sped up over the last few days. "So, now what?" asked Pinkie. "Now..." I shook my head, not certain. I reached out to the hive. As usual, none of them save Minder were paying me any particular attention. She, however, seemed to be curious. She was wondering what had caused my emotions to be so chaotic over the last few minutes. I took a moment to wordlessly explain what had happened to her. Ah. So. I am becoming an under-queen. That makes sense, though I did not know it was possible for a drone to do so. Yet I find I am glad. I want to care for these other drones, as is an under-queen's duty. You are senior to me, and your magic is stronger. You have more love, so you will become queen. I shouldn't have been surprised, since it followed from what I already knew, but I was. Me. A queen. Like Chrysalis herself. It was absurd. How could I possibly be a queen? Then I laughed. The queen of a hive of one dozen, including myself. I could probably manage that. Like Minder, I wanted to take care of the others. What's so funny? Pinkie's query interrupted my thoughts. She couldn't hear Minder. She was connected to me, and so was the hive, but Pinkie's bond didn't tie her to any of the others, only to me. It appears that I'm turning into a queen, I explained. The queen of a hive of one dozen. I laughed again. A baker's dozen, if I count you. Pinkie giggled. I'm a baker, so that totally makes sense! I chuckled and nuzzled her again. Does that mean you're going to want to have changeling babies now? What is it with you and babies? Pinkie shrugged. I dunno. I like babies. I like babysitting. I want to have babies of my own someday. Not right now! But someday. Babies are nice, even if they are also a lot of work. But isn't that what queens do, have lots and lots of babies? Well, as you say; someday maybe. But not right now! This hive hasn't even got a male yet. I'm not actually certain how we could get one. They don't come from drones, drones are all technically female, even if we're... uh, even if they're all sterile. Even if we did find a male... I put a foreleg over her shoulders and pulled her close. I'm not sure I'd be interested. You're the one I love, Pinkie. But in any case, right now I'm definitely not ready to be responsible for a bigger hive. No way. That's probably good. She snuggled up in my embrace and nuzzled my cheek. I love you too, she said, and then she kissed me. I kissed her back, letting my concerns fall away. That spark of heat rose in me again, and I tasted a hint of spice from Pinkie. We were kinda doing something when all this figuring things out happened, said Pinkie. Why don't we go pick up where we left off? That sounds like a good idea to me, I replied, and I pulled her even closer. Pinkie pulled back from the kiss. She grabbed my hoof and pulled me over to the bed. I went with her quite willingly. We climbed into the bed together. Once there, she nudged me to roll onto my back. I did so. Pinkie slid a hoof from my chest down my stomach, sliding over the chitin of my carapace slowly. I shivered. It wasn't as sensitive as pony skin, but I could still clearly feel her touch. Her hoof kept going until it brushed between my legs. I gasped softly. I was much more sensitive there. "Hmm, what have we here, mister changeling? Or miss, I guess, if you're a queen?" Pinkie grinned as she tilted her head curiously and peered at me. "Mister is still fine," I said. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked too, finding I was more than a little curious. I'd never been in a position to see what exactly an under-queen had. What I saw was something a little bit like a stallion's sheath, with the pointed tip of my ovipositor peeking out from it. Chitin isn't always completely rigid, it can be softer and more flexible, like cartilage. Both sheath and ovipositor seemed to be of that sort of chitin. As Pinkie rubbed her hoof gently over my sheath, my shaft began to slowly slide out of it. What she was doing felt unbelievably good. I licked my lips, my pulse racing faster. Pinkie slid her hoof up my shaft, caressing it. I let out a soft moan. Under her attentions, my shaft had emerged fully. It was smaller than a stallion's cock, and simpler as well, being more or less a plain tube, with the tip resembling a cylinder that had been sliced off diagonally, coming to a slightly blunted point, and with a small slit on the flat face of it. Pinkie bent her head and nuzzled at it. I moaned again. Every contact was electrifying. I'd never felt so sensitive. Then she licked me. I gasped, a shudder of pure bliss running through me. I slid down to lie flat on my back, unable to support myself. Pinkie chuckled. She could feel exactly what sort of effect she was having on me, and I could tell she liked being able to make me incoherent with pleasure. She licked me again, making me moan. Her tongue ran all the way along my shaft, from base to tip. A shudder ran up my spine. Pinkie giggled. Next thing I knew she'd taken my shaft into her mouth and was probing at the slit in the tip with her tongue. I twitched, letting out a gasping cry of pleasure. It felt so very good! Without really meaning to I found I'd started moving my hips, lifting them to her, pushing my shaft further into her mouth. She cooperated willingly, going down further until her nose was pressed against my stomach. I kept moving, rocking my hips, sliding my shaft in and out of her mouth. She hummed softly as I did, her tongue rubbing against me, caressing me. I was hardly aware of that though, all I knew was the sensation growing in me, the heat of passion already verging on fulfillment. My eyes were tightly closed now, my head tipped back. I was panting hard, and I started bucking my hips faster, feeling an almost desperate need. Pinkie worked in time with my thrusting, caressing my shaft with lips and tongue, and I was dimly aware of the way she was concentrating on not choking, but I didn't care. All I wanted was the fulfillment that hovered tantalizingly close. I strained towards it, moving faster still, and finally it was there. With a cry of pure bliss I came. I stopped thrusting, my whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure broke over me. Pinkie froze in place, her tongue working slowly against my shaft. I could sense her pleasure and satisfaction at having brought me to my peak. At last I slowly relaxed, breathing hard. Pinkie lifted her head and swallowed. She made another one of those little purring sounds of contentment. "That was a little weird... I think I just ate an egg? But also nice! It was so much easier than taking a stallion that way. They're kinda big, I never really liked it. It even tasted good! Maybe 'cause it's some kind of egg goo and not sperm? I dunno. The texture sure was kinda weird. But not bad! I would totally love to do that any time you want though, I liked it." "Mmm," was all I managed in return. My brain was still not up to coming up with words. That had been intense. Pinkie giggled. "Your mind feels all fuzzy." "Mmkay..." She giggled again. "I wanna make it even fuzzier." "Mmm?" I managed to scrape together enough coherent thought to wonder if I should be worried. I heard another giggle, and then I felt Pinkie Pie nuzzling at my sheath again. I let out a low moan. I felt torn between tiredness, with the accompanying desire to just lie still and perhaps even sleep, and the undeniable pleasure of Pinkie's touch. The spicy-sweet taste lingering on my tongue reminded me that I had another option. I pulled some of the love the flowed freely from Pinkie to me, feeling my energy return. I grinned down at her. "Maybe I should see if I can make your mind fuzzy." "Ooo! That sounds like fun." She grinned back. Then she practically pounced on me and kissed me. I kissed back, and rolled us across the bed, ending up on top of her. I gave her another kiss, then nuzzled across her cheek to her ear, pausing there to nibble carefully. Pinkie practically purred, I knew she liked that. Though since I was still in my natural form I had to be extra careful of my fangs. Still, I could feel nothing but enjoyment from her as I nipped and nibbled down the side of her neck. I tried licking, which got a little, giggling squeak from her. "Do I taste good?" I chuckled and replied silently so I wouldn't have to stop licking and nibbling at her. You know you do. I love how you taste, in every way. I rolled off of her then, and moved down, bending my head to nuzzle at her belly. I licked there as well, dragging my tongue down slowly. I paused at her nipples and gently lapped at them each in turn. I felt the soft wave of pleasure that went through her from it. I felt as well the burning need that filled her. She didn't want me to stop where I was, the fire between her legs demanded I quench it. I dipped my head lower and let the tip of my tongue tease against her vulva. She let out a little gasp of pleasure at that, and her body twitched as the sensation went through her. I licked again, more firmly, my tongue dragging all the way up to her clit. Her hide had tasted of sugar and salt, though faintly. This tasted of salt and musk, tinted strangely with the taste of her lust and her love. It was wonderful. It also had the desired effect of filling Pinkie's mind with a blissful haze. She let out a low moan, and I heard an almost incoherent stream of oh moon and stars its so good don't stop, don't stop please whatever you do don't stop, oh Celestia it's so good, babbling in my mind. With another mental chuckle I promised her that I wasn't planning on stopping. I closed my eyes, reducing my world to nothing but the scent, taste, and feel of Pinkie, and did all I could to bring her to her peak. Her feelings told me when I found the right places and did the right things. Soon she was arched back, her hips twitching, her whole body shuddering, hovering on the very edge, and I worked my tongue against her clit in broad, swift strokes until finally she let out a wordless shout of bliss and came. Her pleasure washed over me, overwhelming me, making my mind blank out momentarily. When I came back to myself I was lying with my head against her stomach, completely relaxed. She was stroking my head softly, and her mind was still a fuzzy blur of lingering pleasure. I sighed contentedly, and silently blessed the strange chain of events that had led to my being here, with her, together in a hazy pool of bliss. Quite a while later Pinkie said, "You know, we still haven't really tried this out properly." "Hmm?" Tried what out? You, like this, she tapped my side, her hoof sounding against the thicker chitin plate there. Oral is nice, but it doesn't really count. I found myself chuckling. It doesn't? Nope! Well, I guess we'd better try it, then. Yep! Here, lemme get you all ready to go again. She grinned and pushed me off of her. I cooperated willingly, rolling onto my back again and spreading my hind legs out. Pinkie ducked her head and nuzzled at my sheath without any further preliminaries. I didn't protest, I just let my eyes slide closed as I felt a flicker of heat kindle once more within me. It didn't take her long at all to coax my shaft out again. When it was once more standing free of its sheath, hard and ready, Pinkie got up and climbed out of the bed to stand on all four hooves next to it. I knew what her favorite position was, so I wasn't terribly surprised. Pinkie liked things "the old fashioned way" as she had put it. Her tail flicked aside, inviting me, and I needed no second invitation. I moved behind her, pausing for only a moment to nuzzle at her flank before stepping forward to mount her. I clasped my forelegs around her barrel, finding that my new, taller height was just right. I shifted until I'd lined my tip up with her entrance, then slowly thrust forward, pushing into her until I was fully hilted. I paused there, and frowned faintly as I sensed what Pinkie was feeling. There was a certain amount of pleasure, but disappointment was mixed with it, followed by a sudden flood of worry that bordered on fear. For a moment I was puzzled, then I nearly laughed. It's too small for you, isn't it? Don't worry, I'm not a stallion. I don't have my ego or my sense of self tied up in this particular organ. I didn't even have this particular organ not long ago. If it isn't working like this, we'll simply have to find some other way to make it work. Oh thank goodness. I didn't want to hurt your feelings by saying it, but I guess an ovipositor really isn't a penis. No it isn't. I withdrew from her. Unfortunately I'm not quite sure what else to try. Perhaps magic? Pinkie cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. Maybe... Or I know! There's something I've always had to be super careful with because stallions are so big and it kind of hurts, but you wouldn't hurt at all, I bet! She pictured what she wanted as she spoke, and though I found the idea more than a little strange, I was happily willing to oblige. She lifted her tail again, and I moved to mount her once more. This time, however, I lined the tip of my shaft up with the little pucker beneath her tail. It was still slicked with her own juices, so when I started to slowly, carefully push into her it slid in easily. Pinkie immediately gasped, and I could feel a wash of pleasure go through her. I was only peripherally aware of that, however, for the feel of her tight heat around me was almost overwhelming. I shuddered, letting out a low moan. Slowly I pushed deeper, the pleasure building as I sank into her. When I was hilted at last I found I was panting hard, my body trembling, already getting far too close to my peak. Wow, that is really good for you, isn't it? No wonder stallions always want to do this! I couldn't even form the words to reply. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I didn't want this experience to be over so swiftly. I reached out to Pinkie, sharing my pleasure with her and tasting her pleasure in turn. She let out a soft moan as I pulled our minds closer together and she felt not only my emotions, but the physical sensations I was feeling. We meshed even more closely than we had before, sensations flowing freely between us. I wasn't even sure if it was she or I who began to move, though it was definitely my body doing it, my hips pumping slowly, pulling back and then thrusting back in steadily. It was her throat that let out the cry of pleasure as my hips moved faster, but the cry was as much mine as hers. My forelegs were clasped tightly around her and my head was bent to nuzzle at the back of her neck. I nipped there lightly as I started to buck her in earnest, satisfying her need even as my own pleasure grew. She pushed back onto my thrusts, her muscles clenching around me, her hooves braced wide apart to better push back. We panted together, both of us breathing fast as the sensations rapidly built. My hips were driving forward in short, hard, forceful thrusts that she had to work to brace against. She was crying out with each thrust, expressing the rapidly building pleasure that we both felt. Then I was there, at that peak that I had sought, and Pinkie was there with me. She let out a cry that was louder than any before as I thrust suddenly once more, as deeply as I possibly could, and my whole body shuddered intensely against hers. My shaft was twitching within her, pumping fluid and the little pearl of an infertile egg into her, and it went on for what seemed like forever, even while it was also far too short. A moment later it was over and I relaxed, leaning against Pinkie beneath me. She giggled just a bit and braced herself under me. Mmmm, you're all fuzzy again. Mmmhmmm. You're also heavy, she added after a while. She wiggled under me, startling me into a slightly more coherent state. Oops, sorry. I climbed off of her, staggering a bit as I did so. My knees felt weak. I leaned against the side of the bed, trying to pull my mind together. I felt like I was drifting in a warm, wonderful sea. That had been amazing. Pinkie giggled. She climbed into the bed and reached out a hoof to me. I took it, and she pulled me in with her. I sighed blissfully, my mind still a haze of pleasure, and cuddled up with Pinkie. For once she didn't ask me to shift, she merely made herself comfortable next to me and we drifted off together. Cat-fillyAuthor's Note I blame my patrons. Well, okay, I was the one who decided the tie-breaker by choosing Chrysalis and Shining Armor, so I suppose it's my fault too. This was written in response to a blog asking for ideas, and a pair of patreon polls letting my patrons vote on which of those ideas I'd write. The characters poll had a three way tie (I'll write the other two later) but "pet play" won the theme poll, so this happened. I have no idea how Chrysalis ended up Shining's willing sex pet, I'm sure it's probably a more interesting story than this one, but this one is what you're getting. Also, there is bonus art over at my blog. Cat-filly "Turn around so I can see you," said Shining Armor. He reclined on his bed, propped up against the pile of pillows at its head, and made a spinning gesture with one hoof. "Yes, Master," said Chrysalis, her normally harsh voice soft and subservient as she spun slowly, showing off her outfit. Though "outfit" wasn't quite the right word, as she wasn't wearing any clothing. What she was wearing was a pink collar with a large bell hanging from it, a matching pink bow tied around the end of her tail, and a pair of pink, fuzzy cat ears on a headband. Shining smiled as he watched her turn. She looked absolutely ridiculous, of course, but that was part of the point. He'd always had a soft spot for cat-fillies, but the attraction he felt now wasn't so much to how Chrysalis looked as it was her expression, which mixed humiliation and arousal in equal parts. Her real ears were pinned flat to her head behind the cat ears, and her wings were held tightly furled, her head ducking slightly, her cheeks flaming, though the blush was green rather than the usual pony pink. Shining licked his lips. This whole thing was probably crazy, and he should probably be on a psychiatrist's couch rather than sprawled on his bed, but sweet Celestia seeing his former enemy willingly humiliated like this was hot. The barest flicker of a sly smile on the changeling's face made Shining suspect that she could taste his feelings well enough to nearly read his mind on that particular point. Her own arousal was evinced by the lift of her tail, betraying her desire to have something beneath it. "Alright, kitty-cat, let's play a little game. Catch the light, kitty." Shining's magic created a little glowing ball, ready to throw across the room. "Yes, Master." "Kitties don't talk, kitty-cat. Meowing only." Chrysalis blushed a little bit more, ducking her head again in a little, shy gesture. "Meow." "Good girl! Now get the light!" He tossed the little ball of magic across the room. Chrysalis pounced on it, forelegs down, rump up, and batted at it with one hoof. Her bell chimed merrily with every motion. Shining grinned. He got a very flattering view of her flanks in that position. Her tail was still arched, and he could just glimpse what lay beneath it. He licked his lips again, and his cock stirred in his sheath. He'd been thinking about just teasing and denying Chrysalis, saying that kitty-cats didn't get fucked by stallions, but he was reconsidering that plan now. He made the magical ball dart around, making Chrysalis chase after it, pawing and jumping repeatedly at it. Then he floated the ball over to the bed and dropped it near his hooves. Chrysalis leaped into the bed, using her wings to land lightly, and pawed at the ball. "Meow!" "Such a good kitty." Shining reached down and petted her. Chrysalis leaned into the caress and managed a credible imitation of a purr. "Does kitty want some cream?" Shining grinned at the absurd line, but he also patted his sheath suggestively. "Mew," said Chrysalis, nodding eagerly. "Then come get it, kitty." Chrysalis crawled forward until she was between Shining's legs. Her eyes were half-lidded as she lowered her head to nuzzle at his balls. His cock, already half-erect, emerged and stiffened further beneath her ministrations, until the whole proud, dark length of it was standing free. She nuzzled up it, purring, and then lapped at it, tasting it lightly. "Good kitty," said Shining, and stroked her mane as she began to lick steadily at his cock. The bell on her collar chimed gently with every motion she made. Next Chrysalis took the tip of Shining's cock into her mouth. He groaned at the feel of her wet heat around him, but then he felt the prick of her fangs against his sensitive flesh. They were spaced too closely together for her to go down on his thick member. Chrysalis pulled her head back with a little whimper of disappointment. "Poor kitty," said Shining, chuckling. "No cream for you like that. Perhaps I'll give it to you another way." He rose, sitting up in the king-sized bed. He hooked a hoof in her collar and pulled her up to kiss her, deep and hard. She moaned into the kiss, her tail twitching and flicking. Shining let her go and said, "Lie down, kitty." Chrysalis lay down obediently on her stomach. She lifted her tail up and spread her hind legs apart, presenting herself to Shining. He stroked her flank with his hoof and she squirmed and lifted her rump slightly. He laughed. "Such an eager kitty." With another little whimper, Chrysalis flattened her ears again, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but her tail still held high. "Such a good kitty, too." Shining rubbed over her flank, feeling the slightly alien sensation of smooth, firmly flexible chitin rather than soft hide and yielding flesh. He positioned himself over Chrysalis, taking in the sight of her once again as he did. Cute, sexy, hard and dangerous, and yet yielding subserviently to him, she was everything his wildest fantasies could have delivered. Unwilling to wait one second longer he lowered himself to her, his broad cock pressing against her wet, willing entrance. He groaned as he pushed into her, sinking in deep, not stopping until he was fully hilted within. She moaned with him, her flush increasing and her breath coming faster. She pushed back to him eagerly, squirming, her rump pressing tightly against his hips until there was no way she could take even the barest millimeter more of him. Then he started to move, in slow but powerful strokes, filling her again and again. "Oh Shining," she moaned. He stopped, sunk deep within her. "Kittens don't speak," he said sternly, and gave her a light cuff across the back of her head. She ducked her head and whimpered, her ears once again going flat. "Meow," she said, in a pathetic tone. "Better," he grunted. "But I think you need to be shown who's in charge here, kitten." He started moving faster, thrusting deep and hard. Chrysalis whimpered again, but still pushed her rump back into each stroke. Shining growled softly and thrust even harder, his hips slapping against her rump with every stroke, taking her roughly. "Ah... My little kitten. My pet. I'm going to claim you like the kitty slut you are," he panted as he neared his peak. Chrysalis mewled wordlessly beneath him, her wings fluttering, her body rocked with each rough thrust of his cock within her. Then he thrust again, a sharp, jerky motion, and began to cum deep inside her. His cock pulsed and he gave a few more short, hard thrusts, his hot seed filling her. Finally he stopped, panting hard, and simply rested atop her. She gave a deep, satisfied sigh and went limp beneath him. "Good kitty," he murmured drowsily. Chrysalis simply purred in contented agreement.
The Perfect StallionAuthor's Note What exactly happened when Discord snapped his fingers and put Big Macintosh in Fluttershy's bedroom in The Perfect Stallion? Read on to find out. Story commissioned by Spamotron (well, he commissioned The Perfect Stallion and said I could include clop if I wanted to, so...) Story also brought to you in part by my nice patrons over at Patreon. If you'd like to get these stories early, or get one written to order for you, among other perks, please consider becoming a patron. The Perfect Stallion Fluttershy tugged the corner of her quilt down with her forehooves. It had been a long and slightly strange day, and she was quite ready to go to bed. A soft popping sound behind her made her look over her shoulder. Somewhat to her surprise, she saw Big Macintosh standing there. He looked surprised about it as well. His eyes flicked over her, and he also looked suddenly embarrassed. Fluttershy realized that she was standing with her hind hooves on the ground, her front hooves up on the bed, and her rump towards Big Mac, a position her racier romance novels called things like "presenting herself" and "an invitation." She blushed furiously, but her tail betrayed her, flicking side to side, showing hints of what lay beneath it. Big Mac's red coat didn't show a blush, but Fluttershy was pretty sure he was blushing too. "I'm dreamin', ain't I? I don't remember goin' to bed, but I must be dreamin'." "I, uhm, I don't think so. Maybe? I don't remember going to bed either. Oh my." The more rational part of her told her she really should put her front hooves down and turn away from the big, strong, incredibly handsome stallion. Other parts that weren't so much in her brain as elsewhere in her body were insisting she stay just exactly as she was, and maybe lift her tail a little bit higher. She licked her lips, trying to decide what she should do. Big Mac took a step closer. His ears flicked back and forth uncertainly. He pawed at the floor a little. Fluttershy's traitorous tail flicked more. Big Mac's nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent. He lowered his head and nudged gently at her rump, just to one side of her tail. She shivered. She really should move. But she really didn't want to. She shivered again as Big Mac nuzzled at her cutie mark. Then he paused and took a step back. "I still reckon this is probably a dream. I can't rightly imagine that the prettiest mare in Ponyville would be offerin' me what-all you seem to be offerin'. All the same, in case it ain't, I gotta make sure you're really up fer it. A stallion's gotta be a gentlecolt about these things." "Oh. I. Uhm..." Fluttershy hesitated. The rational parts of her were trying to come up with reasons for her to say no. They weren't having much luck though, and the rest of her, especially the growing ache of desire between her hind legs, was arguing persuasively that she should say yes. She flicked her tail again, her hind legs trembling. "I ain't never been with a mare that didn't want it." Finally Fluttershy couldn't take it anymore. "Yes! I do want it- you! I want you. Please!" "All righty then." Big Mac smiled broadly and moved forward to nip lightly at the base of her tail. Fluttershy squeaked, then gave in to her body's urge and arched her tail up higher in eager invitation. Big Mac took a moment to just take in the sight of her. Her slender model's body, her perfectly curved flanks, and most of all what her arched tail revealed beneath it. Only a moment, though, before eagerly taking her invitation and nuzzling down beneath her tail, between her legs. She let out a tiny moan and shifted her hind hooves further apart, fully exposing her sex. He nosed at it lightly, then licked, sliding his tongue between her lips. She moaned again, a shiver going through her. He lapped at her, tasting her sweetness, his tongue pushing back and forth against her folds. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation as Big Mac licked her, every stroke of the stallion's tongue sending waves of pleasure through her. It got even better when he lapped up to her clit, his tongue caressing the soft nub of flesh. "Oh!" gasped Fluttershy. Big Mac worked her clit for a while, lapping and sucking gently at it. Fluttershy moaned breathlessly with each touch, her whole body shuddering. When she was on the very edge he suddenly stopped and withdrew. His muzzle was damp with her juices, and he paused for a moment to wipe it off with one hoof. Fluttershy let out a needy little whimper, looking back over her shoulder at him. She'd been so close! Why had he stopped? Then he reared up and she finally caught a glimpse of his stallionhood. She almost gasped. Big Mac was a big stallion, so it didn't look disproportionate, but his cock was huge. He didn't pause to let her take in the sight though, he planted his front hooves on the bed on either side of her, his body atop hers. He stepped forward with his hind hooves, his hips shifting as he tried to line things up. It took a moment, and Fluttershy felt the head of his gigantic member pushing at her rump, leaving a damp smear of pre-cum on her fur. Then it prodded again just under her tail, and pushed up at last against her wet, waiting entrance. He let out a low grunt as he started to enter her, her wet warmth closing over his cock. He went slow, spreading and stretching her as he sank carefully in. Fluttershy squeaked as she felt how much he was stretching her out. It was almost too much, and yet it felt so amazingly good. Finally he came to rest, pushing his hips forward, grinding against her rump, every inch of him inside her. She let out an almost animal moan, feeling him fill her utterly. Then he pulled back, almost withdrawing completely. Fluttershy shivered, letting out another little whimper of need. She wanted to be filled again. Big Mac gave her what she wanted in one powerful thrust, pushing deeply into her once more, but not slowly this time. She gasped, shoved against the bed by the power of his thrust, her slender body pinned helplessly beneath his strong, broad form. He started pounding her in earnest, each thrust both fast and deep, and she moaned wantonly, all restraint now dissolved utterly. It was purely primal, both of them giving in to animal passion, holding nothing back. Fluttershy tensed, feeling herself once again near her peak. Her inner muscles squeezed down on Big Mac's cock and he groaned in response, thrusting even faster, his pace almost frantic as he neared his own peak. When she came, her cry was a gasping, shuddering scream that probably frightened every animal she had, but in that moment she didn't care in the least. Only seconds later Big Mac's thrusts turned short and jerky, his body trembling as he hovered on the edge, and then he too came, thick spurts of his seed filling Fluttershy, pumping deep into her. At last he halted, panting, atop her. For a long moment they lay there, both quite still, both enjoying the lingering warmth, the lingering intimacy as their bodies were yet joined. Finally Big Mac's softening cock slipped free of Fluttershy and he stepped back from her, blinking, looking more than a little dazed. Fluttershy looked dazed too, but she slowly rose from the bed, shaking her head as if to shake off the fog, and then said, "Oh my. What did we just do?" Big Mac gave her a slow, satisfied smile. "I reckon we had us a pretty good roll in the hay." "Oh. Yes. It was... wow. But I'm... I'm not... I mean... wow. You are... oh my gosh. But... I don't want to... I mean..." She hid her face almost completely behind her hair, blushing furiously as she fumbled for the right words. "It was so good but I know it's not love because I love someone else!" she finally blurted out. "You're not in love with me either, I hope? I'm so sorry!" "Eeenope. Yer about the most attractive mare there ever was, but it ain't my heart you went and caught, you jest got the attention of some regions further south." "Oh thank goodness. I don't want to break your heart or something awful like that. So... let's never mention this again?" "Eeyup. Mah lips are sealed. An' I'll jest let myself out. If this ain't a dream, I can walk home jest fine an' if it is, it don't matter none nohow."
No Wrong WayAuthor's Note Just a quick little one-shot, done by request. No Wrong Way Celestia shut her bedroom door firmly. Then she locked it. Then she cast a silencing spell on the door. She considered a locking spell to augment the silencing spell, but decided that that would be excessive. Turning to her balcony, she shut the glass doors, locked them as well, and drew the golden velvet curtains across them. Outside, the last light of sunset threw golden glory across a a few clouds dotting the horizon, but she didn't care. The sun was down and her duties were done. With her privacy assured, she went to her bed and sprawled out on her back, fanning her wings across the silken sheets. It had been a very long day. Most days were very long days, truth be told. So she had more than earned a little bit of relaxation. Celestia tipped her head back with a sigh, her eyes closing, and slipped one hoof between her legs, starting to caress herself slowly. Her mind wandered as her hoof began to work back and forth. For a moment the memory of today's council meeting passed through her mind, but she chased that thought off with a little mental huff. Boring politics would not help her get off! Though admittedly one of her secretaries was very cute... She thought about him for a while, wondering what his rather reserved personality would be like in bed. Would he be shy between the sheets, or would he be one of those quiet ones that turned out to be wild, kinky animals in bed? The thought of shy, repressed ponies made Twilight float through Celestia's mind. She felt herself blushing a little bit. She knew perfectly well that Twilight had a crush on her. She didn't think they would actually work out well as romantic partners; Twilight's sometimes neurotic hero worship towards her would make the playing field just a little bit too uneven, but it was nice to fantasize. Given how intelligent Twilight was, Celestia had no doubt that she had plenty of kinks hidden under her quiet, bookish exterior. What if Twilight were a domme? That was all too easy to picture. Twilight taking charge, turning the tables, making her former mentor her sexual slave... Celestia's hoof moved a little bit faster and her eyes, half open now, grew unfocused as she pictured that. She would wear a bridle, and Twilight would hold the reins, jerking her head around, forcing Celestia to service her. That was a far too enticing thought. Celestia could almost taste Twilight's musky sweetness. "Please me, slave," Twilight would sneer, and Celestia would eagerly oblige. Celestia's wings spread out a little wider, as did her legs. She made a soft sound of needy passion as her hoof stroked back and forth to the image of her student dominating her utterly. Picturing herself as a submissive felt so taboo, yet somehow so right. Thinking of taboos made her mind suddenly present her with another image, which made Celestia blush brightly. Suddenly it was Luna who held her reins and directed Celestia to service her. She licked her lips, thinking she should probably try to banish the forbidden thought. Yet she was alone, and who would know about her terrible fantasy? Her hoof moved a little faster as she imagined being entwined in a passionate embrace, light fur against dark, with Luna grinding herself against Celestia's thigh, taking her pleasure of her sister. "Oh, Luna," groaned Celestia. She pushed her hoof more firmly against her mound, her own juices slicking it as it rubbed back and forth. She could feel her pleasure starting to build, but slowly as yet. She wanted—needed—more. The image she held in her mind twisted, her imagination seeking the more taboo, more extreme, more intense thoughts that might drive her pleasure to new heights. Now it was Nightmare Moon rather than Luna who stood before her. The imaginary villainess yanked Celestia's head down, forcing her to prostrate herself. The haughty voice that she had once heard promising her doom now demanded, "Worship me, slave. Please me, my slut and I shall give you pleasure in turn." Celestia moaned as she imagined kissing the Nightmare's hooves, licking the dust from them, sucking on the tips of them. Her pleasure started to build, her hoof moving rapidly, and her fantasy spiraled out of coherence, into a wild series of kinky images. Her with her muzzle buried in Nightmare Moon's pussy, tasting her musk as she frantically sought to please her dark mistress. Nightmare's amorphous mane and tail wrapped around her, binding her tightly, tentacles of tingling power pushing into her every orifice. Nightmare Moon herself mounting her like a stallion, grinding against her rump, and suddenly equipped as a stallion; a hot, hard, magical cock pushing into Celestia's eager pussy, making her cry out. "Oh please, Mistress!" she groaned, her voice soft but intense. One last twisted fantasy, her fantasy self wearing a bridle with an O-ring instead of a bit, Nightmare Moon still endowed like a stallion, thrusting into her mouth until Celestia choked and gagged, and then the fantasy alicorn came in her mouth even as the real Celestia threw her head back, her body tensed and shaking, her hoof moving almost frantically, pleasure shuddering through her intensely. Slowly she relaxed, panting, the demented images fading from her mind. She was still flushed, partly from her exertions, partly from embarrassment at the direction her fantasies had taken. It was always just a bit uncomfortable to let loose the taboo things that lurked deep within her mind. But it was all right. After all, there was no wrong way to fantasize.
Between Day and NightAuthor's Note This was the original ending of What Comes Between Day and Night, my R63 Prince-cest threesome clopfic. I wrote it this way because I really do like Artemis and Solaris as lovers, and I wanted them interacting, but later on I changed my mind, deciding that I could always come back to the two of them later, but that in a story about Dusk admitting he loves both of them, he should probably also fuck both of them. But I do still like this version too, so here it is! Between Day and Night ...For a long moment they both just lay there, panting hard. Eventually Solaris lifted his head to nuzzle at Dusk. “You are amazing,” said Solaris in his ear, still breathing a bit faster than normal. A little shiver of pleasure went through Dusk at that. Solaris thought he was amazing. He smiled over his shoulder at Solaris, feeling wonderfully content. This was better than his fantasies. A soft chuckle drew both stallions' attention to the bed, where Artemis was sitting with his feet dangling over the side, grinning at them. “Have fun?” “Oh yeah,” said Dusk. “Very much so,” said Solaris. “Though when I've caught my breath again I think it's going to be your turn. I'm sure Dusk will be happy to help me reduce you to incoherent moaning and writhing.” Dusk giggled. “Very happy. Mmm.” There was a long, very contented silence. It was broken eventually by Dusk. “Uh, Solaris?” “Mmm?” “You're kind of heavy.” “Oh!” Solaris climbed off of Dusk, who was glad to be able to breathe properly again. He hadn't minded being pinned under Solaris, but breathing was sort of a necessity, and the huge stallion was anything but light. Artemis laughed again, and Solaris turned around, grinning broadly at his brother. "Something funny?" Artemis just grinned more, then let out a startled yelp when Solaris tackled him back onto the bed. The pair rolled around on the bed, putting the already disordered bedding even more askew. Dusk licked his lips. Seeing the two of them together, light against dark, was getting him turned on all over again. They wrestled laughingly for a few minutes before ending up with Solaris straddling Artemis, still grinning broadly as he pinned the slightly smaller stallion down. Artemis looked up at him and smiled too, but Dusk thought he caught a hint of bitterness in the smile. "You win," said Artemis softly. "As always." "No, you are going to win," said Artemis firmly. "Because I'm going to make certain you cum, nice and hard. It wouldn't be fair to stop, leaving you unsatisfied." Then he wiggled his eyebrows outrageously and added, "Besides, I should show Dusk a few things about your... preferences." "Oh stars," groaned Artemis. "Must you?" "You know you like it." Solaris' grin grew broader. Artemis just rolled his eyes. Dusk picked himself up and turned towards the bed, where Solaris was apparently arranging things to his satisfaction. He was building a little pile of pillows against the headboard, while Artemis watched with an indulgent smile. Solaris' magic grabbed Dusk again, startling a surprised “eep” out of him, and deposited him in a seated position against the pile, like one more pillow. Then Artemis was placed nearly in his lap, making both Dusk and Artemis yelp in surprise this time. Solaris laughed. “There. Now Dusk, if you would be so kind as to hold on to my brother for me, so he can't squirm too much, that would be delightful!” Dusk wrapped his forelegs around Artemis, who'd been placed facing away from him. Dusk also couldn't help pressing his muzzle to the side of Artemis' neck, nuzzling into the sleek, midnight blue fur and inhaling his scent. It was musky and equine, but with a cool, bright note to it, like the scent of an evening breeze when it was just about to rain. “Mmm.” Dusk half closed his eyes, holding Artemis close. Artemis sighed and leaned back into his embrace. Dusk heard Artemis' breath suddenly catch. He glanced down to see that Solaris was stretched out beside Artemis, his head bent, and his tongue lapping slowly at Artemis' cock. Artemis moaned. Dusk found that he couldn't look away from the sight of Solaris slowly pleasuring his brother. He licked his lips, staring, feeling his pulse pound faster. Artemis moaned again and threw his head back against Dusk's shoulder. Dusk tightened his forelegs around Artemis, holding him close, while Solaris continued to lap sensually at Artemis' cock. Artemis started squirming, his hind hooves working against the bed. Solaris chuckled and repositioned himself so he was pinning Artemis's legs down fairly thoroughly. “Hold him still for me, Dusk,” he said, and then lowered his head again, his tongue swirling around the flared tip of Artemis' cock. Dusk tightened his grip, pinning Artemis' forelegs down from behind, holding him tightly against his chest. Artemis squirmed, as if he were fighting against Dusk's restraint, but he was also moaning loudly with obvious pleasure. “Ohh...” Dusk felt Artemis jerk in his arms, bucking convulsively as Solaris took his cock into his mouth. Solaris' eyes were closed now and he moved with slow, teasing deliberation as he slid down, taking Artemis deeper. “Oh yes...” Artemis shuddered again, breathing very hard now, and the scent that Dusk had noticed earlier grew stronger, muskier. Solaris didn't seem to mind the way Artemis' squirming was pushing his cock even deeper into his throat, he just kept going down until he'd taken it all. Then he started to work back and forth, and Artemis squirmed even harder, to the point where Dusk had to use magic to help him keep Artemis pinned. However much he'd grown in recent years, he was still the smallest of the three, and not exactly an athlete. Solaris continued to work steadily back and forth, bobbing his head on Artemis' cock. Artemis moaned wordlessly, still fighting and squirming as the other two alicorns pinned him down. His hips were bucking, as much as they could anyway, in time to Solaris' motion. His head was arched back, pressed to Dusk's shoulder, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth open as he moaned and panted. He started to whimper, a sound of desperate, passionate, need. Solaris simply continued his slow, steady motion. Artemis struggled harder, his hooves pressing into the bed, his head pushing harder on Dusk's shoulder as his whole body arched. Dusk had to strengthen his magic further, Artemis was very strong. “Ahh... Faust, I'm so close. Solaris, you bastard,” panted Artemis. Solaris stopped and looked up, grinning. “If I'm a bastard, so are you,” he said. Artemis whimpered in frustration. “Damn it, Solaris! Please!” “Well, since you ask so nicely.” Suddenly his horn lit, even as he lowered his head again and took Artemis' cock back into his mouth. “Ah! Yesss!” Artemis arched again, tensed and shuddering, and Dusk could imagine exactly where Solaris must be applying magical force. Solaris was working up and down quite rapidly on Artemis' cock now, and Artemis' head rolled back and forth on Dusk's shoulder as he writhed with pleasure. “Ah yes! Ah! AH!!!” With that final cry he gave one more convulsive, bucking shudder and came. Solaris stopped bobbing his head but he didn't pull back, he stayed there, holding Artemis' cock in his mouth while it twitched and pulsed and shot cum onto his tongue. At last Artemis went limp in Dusk's arms. Solaris finally lifted his head then, swallowing as he did. “You are terrible,” murmured Artemis, still panting. Dusk relaxed his grip slowly, dismissing the magic he'd been using to keep Artemis pinned. Solaris laughed. “Come on, admit you like it!” Artemis chuckled, not even bothering to lift his head from Dusk's shoulder as he replied, “Maybe.” After a pause he added, “And truly it is much nicer to have you tease me again than to have you walking on pins and needles, worried that I'll turn to darkness again at the drop of a hat.” “Ah...” “Don't deny it, brother, that's just what you were like for the first couple of years.” “Well...” Artemis laughed. “I don't blame you. But this is better.” He half opened his eyes and gave Dusk's cheek a little nuzzle. “Much better.” “I could get used to it,” said Dusk. Solaris smiled up at the other two, still lying draped across Artemis' legs. “So could I.”
Honey Pie: The First TimeAuthor's Note This deleted scene is from Honey Pie II, chapter two. If you don't feel like reading Honey Pie and Honey Pie II to get the background, here's the very short version: A changeling cut off from his hive fell in love with, and developed a telepathic hive bond with Pinkie Pie. Sweetcake is "out" as a changeling, but still tends to keep pony form, especially for cuddles, since hard chitin isn't terribly cuddly. Our story begins as he and Pinkie wake up after a long and unexpectedly adventurous day... (P.S. Yes, "buck" instead of fuck is silly. This is Pinkie Pie we're talking about here. ) Honey Pie: The First Time I woke with Pinkie Pie nuzzling my ear. I sighed happily and opened my eyes. "Morning, sleepyhead," said Pinkie. I blinked at the sunlight coming in through the window. "So it is." I hadn't really meant to sleep all evening and on into the night, but apparently I'd needed it. I felt good; even asleep, Pinkie's love for me had restored my energy. I wrapped my hooves around her and pulled her close. She lifted her muzzle and kissed me. I let my eyes slide closed as I kissed back, to better feel what she was feeling. As a drone, I had no sexual nature whatsoever. I'd panicked the first time I'd sensed lust from Pinkie, having no idea how to deal with it. But as we'd gotten more used to each other, we had come to enjoy a certain amount of intimacy. It had never really gone beyond kissing, but even though I didn't seem to be capable of arousal myself, I could enjoy sharing the feelings that Pinkie got from our occasional make-out sessions. Knowing what she liked, I held her close, stroking her fluffy mane and then running my hoof down her back to eventually end up caressing her cutie mark. She kissed me harder, her own hooves going around me. Even though it didn't really matter to me, Pinkie always wanted to return my attentions. She started running her hooves up and down my back, pushing close against me as she did so. The feel of her body against mine was somehow different today. I could feel her arousal, of course, her breath against me now a heavy, rapid panting, and the spicy taste of lust hung like a fog in the air around us. But there was something else now, an answering heat, not on my tongue or in the bond we shared, but tingling down my spine. My breath caught. What was this? How could it be happening? I pulled back from Pinkie, feeling confused and uncertain. Pinkie sensed my confusion and let me pull free from her embrace. Sweetcake? What is it? I don't know. I found I was trembling. Even separated from Pinkie, that tingle of fire was still there. I knew what it felt like, but that was impossible. Fear spiked through me. Was something wrong with me? Remembering an old legend about changelings who spent too much time as ponies and stopped being changelings, I swiftly changed back to my natural form. Relief filled me for an instant. I hadn't really thought that I'd fully turned into a pony, but it was the first explanation I could think of for how I could feel what I was feeling. If not that, though, then what? It's okay, Sweetcake, said Pinkie gently. Whatever it is, it's not hurting you. She reached up and cupped my cheek. I sighed, trying to relax. A little more of that strange, impossible heat stirred at her touch. She kissed me again and it was electrifying. I shouldn't be able to feel this... My protest was weak, but I couldn't shake off my worry. Pinkie, though, wasn't worried at all. She reached out to me, sharing her enthusiasm with me. I've always wished you could do something other than just listen to how I feel when we're together. Feeling excitement like this is good! It's better than cupcakes or balloons. Sometimes I think it might even be better than parties, and it ought to be shared. I don't understand why either, but I think it's a good thing. She broke off the kiss and smiled at me. It feels good, doesn't it? Change back, and let me show you how good it can feel. I changed again, resuming my equine form. Pinkie's hooves went around me, pulling me in tight, and she kissed me again, hard, her tongue pressing into my mouth. I wrapped my hooves back around her and kissed her in return, feeling the strange new fire burning higher within me. I didn't know what was happening, all this was so bizarre and impossible. Yet as Pinkie's hooves began to wander over my body, and the fire I felt blazed higher, I found that I no longer cared how or why. Pinkie's hooves stroked and caressed me, wandering down to my flanks, then up my back. Her tongue twisted with mine, exploring my mouth. Her body pressed to mine, her hide soft and warm. I found myself pressing back tightly, moaning softly into the kiss. The fire that had kindled in me flamed brighter, racing down my spine to light a flame of need between my legs. Pinkie broke off the kiss and began to nibble at my ear. She nibbled gently, and I moaned again. It felt so good. Can you have wings for me? I like playing with wings, she said. I willingly shaped a pair of pegasus wings for her, in addition to my usual horn. She smiled and rubbed her hooves at the bases. Somewhat to my surprise I felt them involuntarily stiffening, the feathers extended. "Are you an alicorn prince now?" she murmured in my ear. I couldn't help but chuckle, even though the sensations from my wings were making it hard to think. "If you want me to be," I said. "Mmm. I don't care about the prince part. But having every kind of pony, everything I like about making love, all in one pony..." She sighed happily. "You're just perfect, Sweetcake!" She kissed me again, and I kissed back willingly. Meanwhile her hooves kept working at my wings, until they were spread as far as possible, almost aching with this new, strange heat that filled me. The ache still burned between my legs too, and in this form I had something other than smooth chitin there. Pinkie's legs were tangled with mine, and as she pressed close to me I could feel my stallionhood emerging, pushing between our bodies. Pinkie could feel it too, she broke off the kiss with a happy, almost purring sort of sound and started rocking herself against me, grinding our bodies together. I moaned. I couldn't help it. Pinkie moaned too. I could feel her own excitement growing. We'd never gotten anywhere near this far before. I didn't know what to do, but Pinkie seemed to. She was eager, almost frantic, as she pressed her body against mine, her hooves touching my wings, rubbing my flanks, darting over me then pulling me to her harder. Suddenly she let go of me and pulled away. She was panting. So was I. She rolled over in the generously large bed, stretching out on her stomach. "Buck me now," she whispered with urgent intensity. I froze. "I don't know how!" "You do. You can feel what I feel. That's all you need to know." She lifted her tail. I could smell her suddenly, the musky mare's scent of her mixing with the spice of lust in the air. I climbed over her, letting my mind touch hers more closely. I closed my eyes, to better focus on feeling what she felt. Her mind wrapped around mine as willingly as her body had, pulling me to her, letting me feel the ache of need that burned between her legs, like and yet unlike the ache that I felt. I shuddered and pushed closer to her. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her entrance against my stallionhood even as I also felt the hard heat of my stallionhood against her entrance. She moaned softly. I moaned in unison with her. I wanted her. She wanted me. It blended together into a desire that could not be denied. I shifted my hips, trying to find a way to give us what we needed. I felt it from her body more than from my own, when I'd found the right angle. I started to thrust, sinking into her. We moaned together again. It felt amazing, wonderful; overwhelming almost. I stayed there, just being within her, for a long moment. Buck me, she said, and I didn't know if it was out loud or in her mind or just something I felt that didn't actually have words. However she'd said it, I knew what she meant. I drew my hips back and thrust into her, hard and fast. "Yes!" That cry was definitely out loud, a rejoicing shout of bliss as I began to take her as hard as I could. Her whole body was tensed under me, rocking in time to my thrusts. The fire that burned within her was growing higher. Feeling it only made my own excitement rise to match it. We were both on the very edge of something strange and amazing and wonderful. I could feel it racing through me, my whole body aching for the fulfillment it promised. I moved even faster, thrusting harder still, making Pinkie cry out beneath me. In an instant we were both there, her body shuddering under me even as my stallionhood twitched and shuddered within her, shooting my seed—still impossible, but I didn't remotely care—deep within her. The incredible bliss began to fade away as I sagged limply atop her. Pinkie beneath me was panting, but she let out a little chirruping sound of utter contentment, almost cat-like. Her mind was a wordless haze of pleasure. Mine was much the same. We lay there together for quite a while before I finally rolled off of her to lie beside her. I finally managed to piece together a few words again. "That... was... something. No wonder ponies like bucking so much." Pinkie laughed, a delighted giggle. "Yep! That was really good. It was even better than stuff I've done before, because I could feel what you were feeling. It was twice as nice!" I chuckled. "We are going to have to do that again. Soon." Pinkie giggled again. "I like that idea."
Honey Pie: ExploringAuthor's Note This is the second of two "deleted scenes" from Honey Pie II (chapter three) that features Sweetcake's further exploration of his newfound sexuality with Pinkie Pie. I really had a hard time deciding what sex acts/fetishes to label this one with. Technically it involves an ovipositor, is F/F and is really freaky, but on the other hand Sweetcake is only technically female, he considers himself male, so it's really straight and nothing they actually do is particularly kinky, it's quite vanilla. Make of it what you will, I suppose. I write weird shit. Honey Pie: Exploring With nothing else for us to do, Pinkie and I spent quite a lot of time in our room, exploring each other. I had thus far always taken pony form while doing so. Pinkie had no aversion to my natural form, but she said she found my carapace hard and uncomfortable to snuggle up to, and my fangs made kissing awkward, so no matter what form things began in, eventually I always took my colt's shape for her. This night was no exception. I had already shifted when Pinkie first snuggled up against me. She lifted her head and nuzzled at my horn, making my eyes go unfocused as a ripple of heat washed over me. I could tell that her full attention wasn't on what she was doing. She was thinking about something. I brushed my mind against hers a little more closely, curious about what could be distracting her. Somewhat to my surprise she was thinking about what it would be like to try and make love to me in my changeling form. Hard, poky, and probably impossible, I told her silently. I don't even have genitals. Yeah, but we could still do lots of things that way, was her reply. I like trying different stuff. I guess I could have you be different ponies, but you've already been a unicorn and a pegasus for me, and having you be somepony I know would just be weird. So I want to try you just being you. Well, if you insist. I changed, green fire rippling over me, revealing my black carapace once more. Pinkie chuckled, giving off appreciation and gratitude, along with curiosity and a hint of arousal. She went back to my horn, curved rather than spiraled now, and nuzzled it again. The sensation was actually slightly different than it had been moments ago, though still quite good. I let out a soft moan as she began to lick at it. I felt that strange heat, alien and yet by now also familiar and welcome, rising in me again. I slid my hooves around Pinkie, pulling her to me. Her hooves went around me in turn as I nuzzled at her neck, and when I could feel her enjoying my nuzzles, I dared to nibble gently, taking care with my long fangs. She giggled. That tickles! She didn't tell me to stop though. Her hooves ran along my wings, making them twitch when she caressed the sensitive joints at the base. With her hooves caressing me as she nuzzled and licked at my horn, the heat I felt grew even greater. I was breathing faster, and a warmth began to gather between my hindquarters. Pinkie let out a sudden squeak of surprise. "Eep!" She pulled back from me, feeling startled and confused. I felt confused too. What had just happened? Pinkie looked down, and I felt her surprise increase. "No way! You're even more poky now. I thought you didn't have genitals?" "I don't. I..." I looked down too. I did. I felt a shock of panic run through me. What was going on? This was not possible! I tried to gather my thoughts somehow. I felt the hum of the hive in the back of my mind, soothing me. They were calm. The hive was not in danger. There was no need to panic. Still, my mind kept spinning in confused circles. This made even less sense than my ability to feel arousal did! Pinkie's giggling didn't help me get my thoughts together at all. "You really are a boy changeling now," she said cheerfully. "Uh. N-no, I'm pretty sure that's an ovipositor." "Oh." A little flicker of confusion and worry dampened her giggles, the feelings so close to what I was feeling that I almost couldn't taste them. "I gotta ask if that means you've been laying eggs in me? 'Cause remember what I said about not being sure about actually wanting to lay eggs and have pony-lings?" Somehow her worry calmed my own. I smiled and put a reassuring hoof on her shoulder. "It doesn't work like that. Changeling eggs can't grow inside a pony. They grow inside of pods somewhat like the ones we put replaced ponies in. I, uh, maybe have been laying eggs in you," for some reason this made me feel flushed and embarrassed. "But I cannot possibly be fertile; I haven't mated with a male changeling. They would never grow in you even if they were fertile. Though I guess if one impossible thing can happen, then maybe another can... But no, there has to be a reasonable explanation for this!" I got to my feet and started walking back and forth, trying to think. Pinkie's head went back and forth, watching me as I paced. Suddenly it dawned on me. "I am an idiot. Pinkie, what color are my eyes?" "Uhm. Green? Wait. That's not right. I mean, they are green, but they're supposed to be blue, aren't they?" "Blue-green, or all green? Do we have a mirror? No, wait, just look at me, please?" I half-closed my eyes and reached out for Pinkie. She cooperated with my sudden idea, letting me look at myself through her eyes. I had changed, sometime over the last week or so since I'd last looked in a mirror. I'd never paid my reflection much attention; vanity would have been absurd in a drone nearly identical to every other drone in the hive. Now, however, that was no longer the case. My half-closed eyes were pure, jade green. My crest and tail were tinted turquoise. My wings and wing-cases were brighter, more iridescent than a drone's. My horn was a little bit longer. I was fairly certain I was taller than I'd been as well. I was an under-queen. Of course. I'd noticed how Minder seemed to be changing into one, prompted by being separated from Chrysalis and the hive. I'd been separated even longer than she had. No doubt my assuming authority over the little hive here had accelerated the process, and the love I was getting from Pinkie Pie would have provided more than enough energy for such changes over the last few days. Under-queens, unlike drones, could and did reproduce. I opened my eyes, my mind reeling. Pinkie bounced over to me and stood by my side. She put a hoof on the top of her head, measuring herself against me. "Yep, you are taller too. I dunno how I didn't notice it before!" "A lot of distracting things have been going on," I said, still feeling more than a little dazed. I sat down on the floor, folding my wings and trying to corral my scattered thoughts. Pinkie came and sat next to me, leaning against me. I nuzzled the top of her head. I had to be a good six inches higher at the withers. I remembered how I'd noticed that she fit beneath my wing, nearly a week ago. I'd been slowly changing all this time, it had just sped up over the last few days. "So, now what?" asked Pinkie. "Now..." I shook my head, not certain. I reached out to the hive. As usual, none of them save Minder were paying me any particular attention. She, however, seemed to be curious. She was wondering what had caused my emotions to be so chaotic over the last few minutes. I took a moment to wordlessly explain what had happened to her. Ah. So. I am becoming an under-queen. That makes sense, though I did not know it was possible for a drone to do so. Yet I find I am glad. I want to care for these other drones, as is an under-queen's duty. You are senior to me, and your magic is stronger. You have more love, so you will become queen. I shouldn't have been surprised, since it followed from what I already knew, but I was. Me. A queen. Like Chrysalis herself. It was absurd. How could I possibly be a queen? Then I laughed. The queen of a hive of one dozen, including myself. I could probably manage that. Like Minder, I wanted to take care of the others. What's so funny? Pinkie's query interrupted my thoughts. She couldn't hear Minder. She was connected to me, and so was the hive, but Pinkie's bond didn't tie her to any of the others, only to me. It appears that I'm turning into a queen, I explained. The queen of a hive of one dozen. I laughed again. A baker's dozen, if I count you. Pinkie giggled. I'm a baker, so that totally makes sense! I chuckled and nuzzled her again. Does that mean you're going to want to have changeling babies now? What is it with you and babies? Pinkie shrugged. I dunno. I like babies. I like babysitting. I want to have babies of my own someday. Not right now! But someday. Babies are nice, even if they are also a lot of work. But isn't that what queens do, have lots and lots of babies? Well, as you say; someday maybe. But not right now! This hive hasn't even got a male yet. I'm not actually certain how we could get one. They don't come from drones, drones are all technically female, even if we're... uh, even if they're all sterile. Even if we did find a male... I put a foreleg over her shoulders and pulled her close. I'm not sure I'd be interested. You're the one I love, Pinkie. But in any case, right now I'm definitely not ready to be responsible for a bigger hive. No way. That's probably good. She snuggled up in my embrace and nuzzled my cheek. I love you too, she said, and then she kissed me. I kissed her back, letting my concerns fall away. That spark of heat rose in me again, and I tasted a hint of spice from Pinkie. We were kinda doing something when all this figuring things out happened, said Pinkie. Why don't we go pick up where we left off? That sounds like a good idea to me, I replied, and I pulled her even closer. Pinkie pulled back from the kiss. She grabbed my hoof and pulled me over to the bed. I went with her quite willingly. We climbed into the bed together. Once there, she nudged me to roll onto my back. I did so. Pinkie slid a hoof from my chest down my stomach, sliding over the chitin of my carapace slowly. I shivered. It wasn't as sensitive as pony skin, but I could still clearly feel her touch. Her hoof kept going until it brushed between my legs. I gasped softly. I was much more sensitive there. "Hmm, what have we here, mister changeling? Or miss, I guess, if you're a queen?" Pinkie grinned as she tilted her head curiously and peered at me. "Mister is still fine," I said. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked too, finding I was more than a little curious. I'd never been in a position to see what exactly an under-queen had. What I saw was something a little bit like a stallion's sheath, with the pointed tip of my ovipositor peeking out from it. Chitin isn't always completely rigid, it can be softer and more flexible, like cartilage. Both sheath and ovipositor seemed to be of that sort of chitin. As Pinkie rubbed her hoof gently over my sheath, my shaft began to slowly slide out of it. What she was doing felt unbelievably good. I licked my lips, my pulse racing faster. Pinkie slid her hoof up my shaft, caressing it. I let out a soft moan. Under her attentions, my shaft had emerged fully. It was smaller than a stallion's cock, and simpler as well, being more or less a plain tube, with the tip resembling a cylinder that had been sliced off diagonally, coming to a slightly blunted point, and with a small slit on the flat face of it. Pinkie bent her head and nuzzled at it. I moaned again. Every contact was electrifying. I'd never felt so sensitive. Then she licked me. I gasped, a shudder of pure bliss running through me. I slid down to lie flat on my back, unable to support myself. Pinkie chuckled. She could feel exactly what sort of effect she was having on me, and I could tell she liked being able to make me incoherent with pleasure. She licked me again, making me moan. Her tongue ran all the way along my shaft, from base to tip. A shudder ran up my spine. Pinkie giggled. Next thing I knew she'd taken my shaft into her mouth and was probing at the slit in the tip with her tongue. I twitched, letting out a gasping cry of pleasure. It felt so very good! Without really meaning to I found I'd started moving my hips, lifting them to her, pushing my shaft further into her mouth. She cooperated willingly, going down further until her nose was pressed against my stomach. I kept moving, rocking my hips, sliding my shaft in and out of her mouth. She hummed softly as I did, her tongue rubbing against me, caressing me. I was hardly aware of that though, all I knew was the sensation growing in me, the heat of passion already verging on fulfillment. My eyes were tightly closed now, my head tipped back. I was panting hard, and I started bucking my hips faster, feeling an almost desperate need. Pinkie worked in time with my thrusting, caressing my shaft with lips and tongue, and I was dimly aware of the way she was concentrating on not choking, but I didn't care. All I wanted was the fulfillment that hovered tantalizingly close. I strained towards it, moving faster still, and finally it was there. With a cry of pure bliss I came. I stopped thrusting, my whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure broke over me. Pinkie froze in place, her tongue working slowly against my shaft. I could sense her pleasure and satisfaction at having brought me to my peak. At last I slowly relaxed, breathing hard. Pinkie lifted her head and swallowed. She made another one of those little purring sounds of contentment. "That was a little weird... I think I just ate an egg? But also nice! It was so much easier than taking a stallion that way. They're kinda big, I never really liked it. It even tasted good! Maybe 'cause it's some kind of egg goo and not sperm? I dunno. The texture sure was kinda weird. But not bad! I would totally love to do that any time you want though, I liked it." "Mmm," was all I managed in return. My brain was still not up to coming up with words. That had been intense. Pinkie giggled. "Your mind feels all fuzzy." "Mmkay..." She giggled again. "I wanna make it even fuzzier." "Mmm?" I managed to scrape together enough coherent thought to wonder if I should be worried. I heard another giggle, and then I felt Pinkie Pie nuzzling at my sheath again. I let out a low moan. I felt torn between tiredness, with the accompanying desire to just lie still and perhaps even sleep, and the undeniable pleasure of Pinkie's touch. The spicy-sweet taste lingering on my tongue reminded me that I had another option. I pulled some of the love the flowed freely from Pinkie to me, feeling my energy return. I grinned down at her. "Maybe I should see if I can make your mind fuzzy." "Ooo! That sounds like fun." She grinned back. Then she practically pounced on me and kissed me. I kissed back, and rolled us across the bed, ending up on top of her. I gave her another kiss, then nuzzled across her cheek to her ear, pausing there to nibble carefully. Pinkie practically purred, I knew she liked that. Though since I was still in my natural form I had to be extra careful of my fangs. Still, I could feel nothing but enjoyment from her as I nipped and nibbled down the side of her neck. I tried licking, which got a little, giggling squeak from her. "Do I taste good?" I chuckled and replied silently so I wouldn't have to stop licking and nibbling at her. You know you do. I love how you taste, in every way. I rolled off of her then, and moved down, bending my head to nuzzle at her belly. I licked there as well, dragging my tongue down slowly. I paused at her nipples and gently lapped at them each in turn. I felt the soft wave of pleasure that went through her from it. I felt as well the burning need that filled her. She didn't want me to stop where I was, the fire between her legs demanded I quench it. I dipped my head lower and let the tip of my tongue tease against her vulva. She let out a little gasp of pleasure at that, and her body twitched as the sensation went through her. I licked again, more firmly, my tongue dragging all the way up to her clit. Her hide had tasted of sugar and salt, though faintly. This tasted of salt and musk, tinted strangely with the taste of her lust and her love. It was wonderful. It also had the desired effect of filling Pinkie's mind with a blissful haze. She let out a low moan, and I heard an almost incoherent stream of oh moon and stars its so good don't stop, don't stop please whatever you do don't stop, oh Celestia it's so good, babbling in my mind. With another mental chuckle I promised her that I wasn't planning on stopping. I closed my eyes, reducing my world to nothing but the scent, taste, and feel of Pinkie, and did all I could to bring her to her peak. Her feelings told me when I found the right places and did the right things. Soon she was arched back, her hips twitching, her whole body shuddering, hovering on the very edge, and I worked my tongue against her clit in broad, swift strokes until finally she let out a wordless shout of bliss and came. Her pleasure washed over me, overwhelming me, making my mind blank out momentarily. When I came back to myself I was lying with my head against her stomach, completely relaxed. She was stroking my head softly, and her mind was still a fuzzy blur of lingering pleasure. I sighed contentedly, and silently blessed the strange chain of events that had led to my being here, with her, together in a hazy pool of bliss. Quite a while later Pinkie said, "You know, we still haven't really tried this out properly." "Hmm?" Tried what out? You, like this, she tapped my side, her hoof sounding against the thicker chitin plate there. Oral is nice, but it doesn't really count. I found myself chuckling. It doesn't? Nope! Well, I guess we'd better try it, then. Yep! Here, lemme get you all ready to go again. She grinned and pushed me off of her. I cooperated willingly, rolling onto my back again and spreading my hind legs out. Pinkie ducked her head and nuzzled at my sheath without any further preliminaries. I didn't protest, I just let my eyes slide closed as I felt a flicker of heat kindle once more within me. It didn't take her long at all to coax my shaft out again. When it was once more standing free of its sheath, hard and ready, Pinkie got up and climbed out of the bed to stand on all four hooves next to it. I knew what her favorite position was, so I wasn't terribly surprised. Pinkie liked things "the old fashioned way" as she had put it. Her tail flicked aside, inviting me, and I needed no second invitation. I moved behind her, pausing for only a moment to nuzzle at her flank before stepping forward to mount her. I clasped my forelegs around her barrel, finding that my new, taller height was just right. I shifted until I'd lined my tip up with her entrance, then slowly thrust forward, pushing into her until I was fully hilted. I paused there, and frowned faintly as I sensed what Pinkie was feeling. There was a certain amount of pleasure, but disappointment was mixed with it, followed by a sudden flood of worry that bordered on fear. For a moment I was puzzled, then I nearly laughed. It's too small for you, isn't it? Don't worry, I'm not a stallion. I don't have my ego or my sense of self tied up in this particular organ. I didn't even have this particular organ not long ago. If it isn't working like this, we'll simply have to find some other way to make it work. Oh thank goodness. I didn't want to hurt your feelings by saying it, but I guess an ovipositor really isn't a penis. No it isn't. I withdrew from her. Unfortunately I'm not quite sure what else to try. Perhaps magic? Pinkie cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. Maybe... Or I know! There's something I've always had to be super careful with because stallions are so big and it kind of hurts, but you wouldn't hurt at all, I bet! She pictured what she wanted as she spoke, and though I found the idea more than a little strange, I was happily willing to oblige. She lifted her tail again, and I moved to mount her once more. This time, however, I lined the tip of my shaft up with the little pucker beneath her tail. It was still slicked with her own juices, so when I started to slowly, carefully push into her it slid in easily. Pinkie immediately gasped, and I could feel a wash of pleasure go through her. I was only peripherally aware of that, however, for the feel of her tight heat around me was almost overwhelming. I shuddered, letting out a low moan. Slowly I pushed deeper, the pleasure building as I sank into her. When I was hilted at last I found I was panting hard, my body trembling, already getting far too close to my peak. Wow, that is really good for you, isn't it? No wonder stallions always want to do this! I couldn't even form the words to reply. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I didn't want this experience to be over so swiftly. I reached out to Pinkie, sharing my pleasure with her and tasting her pleasure in turn. She let out a soft moan as I pulled our minds closer together and she felt not only my emotions, but the physical sensations I was feeling. We meshed even more closely than we had before, sensations flowing freely between us. I wasn't even sure if it was she or I who began to move, though it was definitely my body doing it, my hips pumping slowly, pulling back and then thrusting back in steadily. It was her throat that let out the cry of pleasure as my hips moved faster, but the cry was as much mine as hers. My forelegs were clasped tightly around her and my head was bent to nuzzle at the back of her neck. I nipped there lightly as I started to buck her in earnest, satisfying her need even as my own pleasure grew. She pushed back onto my thrusts, her muscles clenching around me, her hooves braced wide apart to better push back. We panted together, both of us breathing fast as the sensations rapidly built. My hips were driving forward in short, hard, forceful thrusts that she had to work to brace against. She was crying out with each thrust, expressing the rapidly building pleasure that we both felt. Then I was there, at that peak that I had sought, and Pinkie was there with me. She let out a cry that was louder than any before as I thrust suddenly once more, as deeply as I possibly could, and my whole body shuddered intensely against hers. My shaft was twitching within her, pumping fluid and the little pearl of an infertile egg into her, and it went on for what seemed like forever, even while it was also far too short. A moment later it was over and I relaxed, leaning against Pinkie beneath me. She giggled just a bit and braced herself under me. Mmmm, you're all fuzzy again. Mmmhmmm. You're also heavy, she added after a while. She wiggled under me, startling me into a slightly more coherent state. Oops, sorry. I climbed off of her, staggering a bit as I did so. My knees felt weak. I leaned against the side of the bed, trying to pull my mind together. I felt like I was drifting in a warm, wonderful sea. That had been amazing. Pinkie giggled. She climbed into the bed and reached out a hoof to me. I took it, and she pulled me in with her. I sighed blissfully, my mind still a haze of pleasure, and cuddled up with Pinkie. For once she didn't ask me to shift, she merely made herself comfortable next to me and we drifted off together.
Cat-fillyAuthor's Note I blame my patrons. Well, okay, I was the one who decided the tie-breaker by choosing Chrysalis and Shining Armor, so I suppose it's my fault too. This was written in response to a blog asking for ideas, and a pair of patreon polls letting my patrons vote on which of those ideas I'd write. The characters poll had a three way tie (I'll write the other two later) but "pet play" won the theme poll, so this happened. I have no idea how Chrysalis ended up Shining's willing sex pet, I'm sure it's probably a more interesting story than this one, but this one is what you're getting. Also, there is bonus art over at my blog. Cat-filly "Turn around so I can see you," said Shining Armor. He reclined on his bed, propped up against the pile of pillows at its head, and made a spinning gesture with one hoof. "Yes, Master," said Chrysalis, her normally harsh voice soft and subservient as she spun slowly, showing off her outfit. Though "outfit" wasn't quite the right word, as she wasn't wearing any clothing. What she was wearing was a pink collar with a large bell hanging from it, a matching pink bow tied around the end of her tail, and a pair of pink, fuzzy cat ears on a headband. Shining smiled as he watched her turn. She looked absolutely ridiculous, of course, but that was part of the point. He'd always had a soft spot for cat-fillies, but the attraction he felt now wasn't so much to how Chrysalis looked as it was her expression, which mixed humiliation and arousal in equal parts. Her real ears were pinned flat to her head behind the cat ears, and her wings were held tightly furled, her head ducking slightly, her cheeks flaming, though the blush was green rather than the usual pony pink. Shining licked his lips. This whole thing was probably crazy, and he should probably be on a psychiatrist's couch rather than sprawled on his bed, but sweet Celestia seeing his former enemy willingly humiliated like this was hot. The barest flicker of a sly smile on the changeling's face made Shining suspect that she could taste his feelings well enough to nearly read his mind on that particular point. Her own arousal was evinced by the lift of her tail, betraying her desire to have something beneath it. "Alright, kitty-cat, let's play a little game. Catch the light, kitty." Shining's magic created a little glowing ball, ready to throw across the room. "Yes, Master." "Kitties don't talk, kitty-cat. Meowing only." Chrysalis blushed a little bit more, ducking her head again in a little, shy gesture. "Meow." "Good girl! Now get the light!" He tossed the little ball of magic across the room. Chrysalis pounced on it, forelegs down, rump up, and batted at it with one hoof. Her bell chimed merrily with every motion. Shining grinned. He got a very flattering view of her flanks in that position. Her tail was still arched, and he could just glimpse what lay beneath it. He licked his lips again, and his cock stirred in his sheath. He'd been thinking about just teasing and denying Chrysalis, saying that kitty-cats didn't get fucked by stallions, but he was reconsidering that plan now. He made the magical ball dart around, making Chrysalis chase after it, pawing and jumping repeatedly at it. Then he floated the ball over to the bed and dropped it near his hooves. Chrysalis leaped into the bed, using her wings to land lightly, and pawed at the ball. "Meow!" "Such a good kitty." Shining reached down and petted her. Chrysalis leaned into the caress and managed a credible imitation of a purr. "Does kitty want some cream?" Shining grinned at the absurd line, but he also patted his sheath suggestively. "Mew," said Chrysalis, nodding eagerly. "Then come get it, kitty." Chrysalis crawled forward until she was between Shining's legs. Her eyes were half-lidded as she lowered her head to nuzzle at his balls. His cock, already half-erect, emerged and stiffened further beneath her ministrations, until the whole proud, dark length of it was standing free. She nuzzled up it, purring, and then lapped at it, tasting it lightly. "Good kitty," said Shining, and stroked her mane as she began to lick steadily at his cock. The bell on her collar chimed gently with every motion she made. Next Chrysalis took the tip of Shining's cock into her mouth. He groaned at the feel of her wet heat around him, but then he felt the prick of her fangs against his sensitive flesh. They were spaced too closely together for her to go down on his thick member. Chrysalis pulled her head back with a little whimper of disappointment. "Poor kitty," said Shining, chuckling. "No cream for you like that. Perhaps I'll give it to you another way." He rose, sitting up in the king-sized bed. He hooked a hoof in her collar and pulled her up to kiss her, deep and hard. She moaned into the kiss, her tail twitching and flicking. Shining let her go and said, "Lie down, kitty." Chrysalis lay down obediently on her stomach. She lifted her tail up and spread her hind legs apart, presenting herself to Shining. He stroked her flank with his hoof and she squirmed and lifted her rump slightly. He laughed. "Such an eager kitty." With another little whimper, Chrysalis flattened her ears again, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but her tail still held high. "Such a good kitty, too." Shining rubbed over her flank, feeling the slightly alien sensation of smooth, firmly flexible chitin rather than soft hide and yielding flesh. He positioned himself over Chrysalis, taking in the sight of her once again as he did. Cute, sexy, hard and dangerous, and yet yielding subserviently to him, she was everything his wildest fantasies could have delivered. Unwilling to wait one second longer he lowered himself to her, his broad cock pressing against her wet, willing entrance. He groaned as he pushed into her, sinking in deep, not stopping until he was fully hilted within. She moaned with him, her flush increasing and her breath coming faster. She pushed back to him eagerly, squirming, her rump pressing tightly against his hips until there was no way she could take even the barest millimeter more of him. Then he started to move, in slow but powerful strokes, filling her again and again. "Oh Shining," she moaned. He stopped, sunk deep within her. "Kittens don't speak," he said sternly, and gave her a light cuff across the back of her head. She ducked her head and whimpered, her ears once again going flat. "Meow," she said, in a pathetic tone. "Better," he grunted. "But I think you need to be shown who's in charge here, kitten." He started moving faster, thrusting deep and hard. Chrysalis whimpered again, but still pushed her rump back into each stroke. Shining growled softly and thrust even harder, his hips slapping against her rump with every stroke, taking her roughly. "Ah... My little kitten. My pet. I'm going to claim you like the kitty slut you are," he panted as he neared his peak. Chrysalis mewled wordlessly beneath him, her wings fluttering, her body rocked with each rough thrust of his cock within her. Then he thrust again, a sharp, jerky motion, and began to cum deep inside her. His cock pulsed and he gave a few more short, hard thrusts, his hot seed filling her. Finally he stopped, panting hard, and simply rested atop her. She gave a deep, satisfied sigh and went limp beneath him. "Good kitty," he murmured drowsily. Chrysalis simply purred in contented agreement.
