Polyamory

The offer seemed strange after her attempt to invade and conquer them. Chrysalis was still pregnant with the prince’s offspring.

Chrysalis had only allowed him to implant her to torment Cadance with the knowledge, but that had failed. It was petty, but Chrysalis had birthed an entire hive, so the casual creation of a few more wasn’t a problem.

Still, her mind filled with curiosity.

According to her research, not even bitter foes harmed one another at these meetings, so Chrysalis could be certain that her and her arrival and exit would be unmolested. It’d allow Chrysalis to see the new Crystal Palace, since she hadn’t yet gotten a spy there.

The queen had nothing to lose, so she agreed. She insisted it be at the Crystal Palace, and they surely knew why, but agreed. Maybe they sincerely wanted to speak. How strange.

The ponies asked Chrysalis to bring only two of her children with her, as if they expected her to park an army next to their city. Again. As soon as the Crystal City came into view, Chrysalis saw a city-wide force field. It was nice to know she elicited that level of terror.

One rule was that her party remain in their true forms during the proceedings, which made sense. Another request was that her entourage be male, which made no sense, given that females were the dominant gender in Equestria.

Chrysalis chose the drones that had informed her of Cadance's oddly accommodating attitude. Thorax would benefit from it since he had been yammering about ponies since the Canterlot attack. Chrysalis figured that seeing a few react to his true form might help him realize how pathetic they were. The other was Doomie, coincidentally the drone to implant her most recent batch. If she didn't count Shining Armor. And she didn’t. Baka.

When she arrived, the crystal ponies weren’t as averse as she expected, but they weren’t the ones she had invaded. An armed escort met her, watching her carefully as they guided her to the room where the 'diplomacy' would happen. Chrysalis was still unsure of what to expect; stopping to talk with an enemy wasn't something she had ever considered.

Doomie was composed, but Thorax was like a foal at an amusement park. Chrysalis hoped that bringing him didn’t backfire.

The ponies had decorated, though they didn't know how to decorate for changelings. They had assumed that decorating in the most emo way possible was the best idea, and the insect designs on the plates and table cloth were pretty racist.

Still, at least they tried. They even had a nice hive symbol on the wall behind Chrysalis’ seat, which was well enough designed that Chrysalis was tempted to steal it.

Across from her were Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor, flanked by Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. Chrysalis smirked at Celestia and received a hard, serious stare. Sadly, she wouldn’t get to blast Celestia as at their last meeting, but Chrysalis could still get on her nerves.

Chrysalis glanced at Luna to size her up next. Chrysalis barely beat Celestia, but reports said that Luna had dispatched Celestia easily upon her return from the Moon. Chrysalis didn’t want to face a pony like Luna when they were awake. It was easier to sneak into said pony’s room at night and teleport them to the hive where they’d be helpless.

Come to think of it, that was a good idea for a coup.

More interesting were the recent spy reports on Luna. Doomie reported that Luna let him have her up the behind while she was getting impregnated by Shining Armor. The knowledge caused Chrysalis to size Luna up in the sexual sense. She looked like a potentially energetic lay, and it was rare to find a partner that Chrysalis could go all out with and not maim them.

“Welcome, Queen Chrysalis,” said Cadance, “Do you mind if I call you Chryssie?”

Chrysalis responded with sarcasm, “Only if I can call you Candy.”

“Great!” smiled Cadance, “See? We’re coming to agreements already!”

Celestia cleared her throat as if warning Cadance to take things seriously. Now there was an exercise in futility.

“Well then, ‘Candy’,” Chrysalis said as she took her seat, her sons seated at her sides. “You requested this meeting, so I assume you have a reason other than announcing our official nicknames for one another.”

“Well, Chryssie,” said Cadance, “It occurred to me… you're stealing something that I'm not keeping from you. You wish to feed on mine and Shining’s love, yes?”

“Yes,” Chrysalis answered, narrowing her eyes with suspicion.

“Well,” Cadance stood, placing her front hooves on the table, ready to crawl atop it. “Maybe we can start things off by giving you a meal... as a sign of good will.” Cadance’s wicked grin put Chrysalis’ villain grin to shame.

“Oh my Me,” Celestia sighed, rubbing her forehead with both hooves.

Clearly, Cadance had left Celestia uninformed, probably on purpose. Maybe Cadance wasn’t so bad... Nah.

Luna remained in a dignified stance with little expression, though Chrysalis thought she caught a hint of an eye roll. As for Shining, he blushed like a school filly getting noticed by senpai.

“Did you call me all this way to horse around with me?” Chrysalis asked, unsure what strange diplomatic strategy this was. She disliked them toying with her emotions; that was her job. “I doubt you called me all this way to mate in front of me, much less with me, so kindly get to the point.” Chrysalis knew Cadance was easy, but this?

“You don’t know her as well as you thought,” Shining chuckled, nervous and shying away from eye contact.

Cadance didn’t respond. Instead she pulled her whole body up onto the table, crouched, and crawled across it toward Chrysalis.

"Oh by all that isn't holy," sighed Celestia.

Chrysalis’ eyes grew large as Cadance closed the distance, too confused to enjoy Celestia’s misery. Cadance stopped with her muzzle an inch from Chrysalis’. The changeling queen leaned back as far as possible without falling out of her seat.

Was this an attack? Chrysalis was a second from blasting Cadance when the crystal princess leaned forward and kissed her. The energy building for the defense shorted out, causing smoke to rise from her lips.

What was Chrysalis supposed to do? This kiss was no light peck. Cadance pried her muzzle open to slip her tongue inside, molesting Chrysalis’ own forked tongue. They played tongue chase as Chrysalis attempted to avoid touching.

Since Cadance wasn’t quitting without results, Chrysalis returned the motion. She leaned forward again, tilting her head and licking Cadance’s throat. Chrysalis rammed her tongue down the pony’s throat to force a retreat. That only resulted in Cadance swallowing Chrysalis’ longer tongue. Chrysalis wasn't sure if Cadance did that on purpose, or if she instinctively fellated any long object placed in her muzzle.

“Um, should we be protecting you, Mom?” Doomie asked.

“I don’t think it's an attack,” said Thorax. He leaned in, eyes glistening while watching Chrysalis kiss the pretty pink pony princess.

Cadance came up for air, leaving Chrysalis’ tongue hanging from her muzzle. It was only then that Chrysalis realized that Shining had joined Cadance atop the table.

“Want to fuck my husband again for old times’ sake?” Cadance wore that wicked grin again. “He wants to try your true form.”

“She isn’t joking,” Shining chuckled. “Did you know that she got into asphyxiation after I told her about the ‘you’ version of her?”

“I should excuse myself from this meeting,” Celestia suggested in a fake-kind tone. “Clearly I am… not needed.”

“Now sister,” smirked Luna, “This is an important meeting. It would be inappropriate for us to leave when it has scarcely begun. Aside from that, should you not take pride in your former student’s diplomatic skills?”

“Very well,” sighed Celestia, “But do not expect me to bend over for minions, and certainly not for Chrysalis.”

Celestia appeared to believe that Chrysalis came doubly equipped, and it wasn't a completely inaccurate assumption.

“These are not ‘minions’,” Chrysalis corrected, annoyed, “They are my children. But not to worry, dear Celestia. I'm satisfied from the first time I beat your plot. No need for a round two.”

“I figured bending over for her min... sons would be more Luna’s cup of tea,” chuckled Cadance, waving a hoof between Celestia and Chrysalis before one of them lunged.

“Oh?” Thorax perked his ears and looked at Luna, a hope shining in his eyes. Chrysalis regretted bringing him.

“Please do not join their activity, sister,” Celestia sighed, though her voice held little hope of Luna cooperating.

Chrysalis imagined that it was horrible for Celestia, being the only sane one at the table.

“You’re serious,” Chrysalis stammered. It would have been less incredible if they didn’t want to do it with her true form. Willing partners usually requested that she turn into someone or something they liked. Chrysalis had never met a pony who wanted to have sex with a giant insect queen.

“I am,” Cadance said, pecking another kiss at Chrysalis’ nose. “How about you bend over for him while I spread my legs for that delightful tongue of yours. Shining told me all about how good you are at using it, and I’m eager to… confirm his findings.”

“In my true form,” Chrysalis confirmed, certain that she misheard.

“You’re no beauty,” admitted Shining. “I mean, no offense, but it’s less you being sexy and more that having sex with a bug monster is kinky.”

“Fair enough,” said Chrysalis, “I suppose I find your racism oddly endearing.”

As a hive queen, being what ponies called ‘slutty’ was written into Chrysalis’ biology. Thus, she had no compunctions with random group sex. It was strange, though, that they wanted to do so after their experiences. Chrysalis tried to figure out a motive aside from their claims, but came up blank. On the plus side, the severely disturbed emotions filtering over from Celestia were delightful.

“Very well,” Chrysalis relented, “Dear children, you have leave to screw Sun Butt and Moon Butt, either pair off or two on one.” She couldn't help but take another verbal jab at Celestia.

“You will not take a single step toward me, changeling,” Celestia said darkly when Thorax looked at her as he had Luna. The sun princess sat stiffly in her seat, most likely moist despite her insistence otherwise. She kept her hooves upon the table, as if afraid she might be tempted to use them on her nether regions, and her blush surpassed Shining's.

“Celestia, with due respect,” Cadance commented, “Try to threaten them without sounding racist.”

Chrysalis blinked as Cadance defended her son. Sincere kindness to her children was the easiest way to get on the queen’s good side, and she was tempted to thank Cadance… nah.

As Chrysalis crawled onto the table, she was torn between facing Celestia or Luna. One direction had the deliciously uncomfortable Celestia. The other side had Chrysalis’ children about to enjoy themselves. Chrysalis chose the latter, though she gave Celestia one last long stare, taking a moment to extend her tongue seductively to wave at her.

Cadance sat back, hind legs spread, ready for a proper tongue lashing. That position would not give Chrysalis a view of what was behind Cadance, so Chrysalis grabbed Cadance’s plot and flipped her over onto all fours. Chrysalis’ sudden movement caused the guards at the door to reach for their weapons, but they relaxed when Cadance’s response was to squeal in delight.

Cadance adopted a head-down-ass-up position, and Chrysalis could look over her sizable pink plot while she worked. Chrysalis admired Cadance’s glistening vulva, pulling those lips apart to look within. Chrysalis saw secretions drooling from the top to the bottom of Cadance's love canal. The walls flexed, internal muscles able to make up for any looseness.

It was interesting to get a closer look, and taste, of a pussy that had been part of Chrysalis’ disguise. Chrysalis pushed against it, first flicking her tongue over the surface. Cadance pushed back against her with eager anticipation. Chrysalis knew that Cadance wasn't pretending; she wanted Chrysalis’ tongue so bad it hurt.

Meanwhile, Shining rubbed his hooves over her rump. Chrysalis waggled it at him, winking back at him. Shining looked as if he was deciding if he was turned on or freaked out, but Chrysalis would take either.

Shining had trouble with Chrysalis’ anatomy. When he poked his eager muff diver where a mare would keep her fun hole, he found nothing. Embarrassed, he felt between Chrysalis’ thighs as she kept herself clenched shut to make things difficult. Shining chuckled nervously when he discovered her entrance, but he had to tug her scaly carapace apart to reveal his target.

Shining shivered as he took another stab at it. Chrysalis squeezed his shaft with her unique flesh, like warm sponges wound tightly around him. She showed off the superiority of changeling anatomy, hole slurping him inside balls-deep a moment after his tip graced her vulva. Shining rolled his eyes back like a stallion experiencing a warm hole for the first time; the strange orifice felt as alien as it did pleasurable.

Beyond the bliss of his familiar shape spelunking her caverns, it was nice for her true form to get appreciation. It was a nice ego boost.

As for feeding, Chrysalis was getting a belly full. There was a stream of love running from Cadance to Shining, buzzing through her as an arc of energy. Little of it targeted Chrysalis, though any love for her at all was baffling. The couple left themselves open enough that Chrysalis got plenty of emotional soup splattered on her. They were bottomless; the more she took, the more they had.

And it wasn’t only the married couple; the room was thick with emotion. The love between Celestia and Luna burned hot enough that they may as well be married. On top of that, each pair had obvious, if restrained, feelings for the other pair.

Chrysalis twirled her tongue within Cadance’s love puddle. The tongue snaked around, lapping all the way to her womb’s door. Cadance’s gravy was profuse, like sucking liquefied honeydew melon from a flesh faucet. It pooled in Chrysalis maw as she gulped mouthfuls, an equal amount drooling down her neck.

Chrysalis realized how inadequate her copy of Cadance had been.

Chrysalis pressed harder to force Cadance’s sweet labia apart, her entire muzzle popping inside. It allowed more coils of her tongue inside, and plugged the hole so the secretions were trapped. Less escaped, and Chrysalis had even more liquid love to ingest. Cadance squealed like a drunken school girl as she rolled her hips in eager motions.

“You were right Shining,” Cadance groaned, “Chryssie’s technique runs circles around mine... it’s like a tongue blender in there. “

“Told ya she gave better head than you,” agreed Shining, his blush gradually dissipating. “I wish you could feel this too; this is like a pit of convulsing wet velvet.”

The compliments made Chrysalis flush more than she ever had. Such compliments while in her natural, buggy body felt more personal than when in somepony else’s skin. Chrysalis had assumed that her real anatomy, outside or inside, would frighten any stallion, but she had been so wrong.

Chrysalis’ own thicker, if less tasty, fluid cascaded down her thighs and Shining’s swinging balls as he pounded her. It left a soggy spot on the tablecloth beneath them. She matched his pelvic thrusts, rolling back with expert motions. She coiled her tail around his hips to feel his muscles flex with every movement.

Shining plowed with more force than ever when Chrysalis was pretending to be Cadance. He leaned forward and wrapped his hooves around to massage where a pony’s breasts would be. When he found them missing, he stroked her whole body instead, exploring the unfamiliar form.

Shining grabbed a mouthful of her mane, and hesitated, surprised that it was frill and not hair. He recovered and yanked, adding a pleasant sting of resistance to Chrysalis’ bobbing head. He pulled harder when Chrysalis groaned.

The rod throbbed within Chrysalis. She clenched her drowned interior securely around him, enjoying a pony cock against her natural anatomy. He trembled against her shivering body, not likely to last much longer. She wasn't slowing as her own thighs tightened, so close to creaming his mammal meat popsicle.

Cadance was even closer. She arched her back, squealed like a banshee on crack, and unleashed a torrent of her satisfaction into Chrysalis’ muzzle. Chrysalis had to hold Cadance’s pink plot still as her legs spasmed, the entire love canal convulsing against her.

Chrysalis opened wide, intent on guzzling the river of alicorn juice. She was drowning faster than she could swallow so had to pull back. As she popped out of the juice box, Cadance treated her to a face full. When it ceased, Chrysalis looked like she had made out with a fire hose.

Chrysalis wanted nothing more than to be belly-deep in that delightful slit. She pulled Cadance back, ripping the table cloth as the princess’ hooves dragged backward. The mounting came as a shock to Cadance, who went wide eyed as Chrysalis’ slimy ovipositor snaked against her plot. Chrysalis pushed the tip against the entrance and slipped inside the still-convulsing meat trap. It wasn't a dick, but it felt just as good to use, so it’d do.

Chrysalis' prehensile pleasure appendage writhed inside Cadance before stiffening. She plowed Cadance in time with Shining’s movements. Her belly smacked Cadance’s behind, then her plot collided with Shining, creating a chorus of lewdness. Shining’s heavy scrotum smacked Cadance’s belly with each swing of his hips. Chrysalis hissed in pleasure, surrounded by the sticky walls she had nursed seconds earlier.

“Careful!” Cadance squeaked, showing concern beneath her shudders of lust, as if she expected Chrysalis to pump her full of eggs.

"Oh you know I won’t hurt it," Chrysalis smirked, "Your occupant is the half-sibling of my occupants, after all."

Chrysalis hammered Cadance’s flanks until her ass cheeks reddened, snarling and foaming like a rabid dog. She slurped Cadance’s ear into her maw, nibbling and slobbering. Cadance leaned into the attention and moaned again.

Shining slid his front legs up across Chrysalis’ form again, before wrapping them around her neck. He pulled them tight without warning, choking her air as she’d encouraged him to do so many times as Cadance. That was the last she could take; her whole body shook as orgasm wrecked her body.

She opened her maw in a lustful, if silent, scream. Her tunnel twisted around Shining, clenching like a wet plush vice, thick goo bubbling out around him. Her ovipositor fired off, a flood of her and Cadance’s fluid pouring out onto the table, a candy swirl of green and pink goo.

Shining fired off before Chrysalis was halfway through her own climax. His hot sperm painted her steaming insides, and he continuing to plow as she tried to contain herself. When he released her throat, she shrieked of delight.

Chrysalis didn’t understand how her pony research had missed this behavior, but she was delighted to have discovered it.

Oh right… she had forgotten to watch the others.