...would be honored to have such fine mares as you visit my humble kingdom, therefore I extend my sincerest invitation to you heroes of Equestria, Twilight Sparkle, Starlight Glimmer, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Spike the dragon.
Even Celestia couldn't hide her cringe as Applejack looked up from the letter. "Well ain't that flattering," she said.
"I'm very sorry, my little pony, but it appears that King Verdok forgot to invite you—"
"I can see that," Applejack said.
"—and, unfortunately, he, ah," Celestia paused, trying to think of a diplomatic way to proceed, "he does not enjoy being corrected. Otherwise, I would tell you to go anyway, but with him, he would take it as an insult. I am afraid I must advise you to stay here. I would hate for you to end up in any danger."
"Mmph," Applejack worked her jaw several times, then, forcing a smile onto her face, she said "well, there are a few parts of my orchards that are almost ready for harvest. You girls—and Spike—have yourselves a good time. I'll probably be too busy to even miss ya." It wasn't, strictly speaking, a lie, but it was still a damn sight closer than Applejack would have liked. You didn't have to be one for fancy events for being snubbed at one to sting.
Still, she wasn't a jealous mare, she really did hope her friends had a good time as she waved them off. But it did hurt.
The train ride back to Ponyville was long. So was the walk back to the farm. Especially since she never made it to the farm. Poor mare hardly even got to see it. Her trees had just started coming into view when she felt the ground fall away beneath her, and the next thing she knew she was hanging off of something with a splitting pain in the back of her head.
She opened her eyes and quickly regretted it. The way her stomach lurched when she saw the distance to the ground banished any hopes that she was just in a bad dream. Even more unfortunately, that was about all she could see. Everything was covered with a thick green, and the space around her was dark.
She wasn't able to stay focused for long, and the throbbing pain in her skull soon plunged her back into darkness.
When she awoke again she was no longer dangling upside down, which was good. But she wasn't alone, which was bad. Two changelings were standing in front of her. She had barely registered their presence when her instincts took over and she tried to buck at them. She didn't move however; her hooves were all firmly stuck to the ground. They laughed at her.
"So the pony is finally awake!" one sneered.
"Have a nice nap?" the other one said. "Well it's time to get up, lazy. The queen wants you."
The first kept snickering until it's partner slapped it. "So get get her, you idiot." Grumbling he flittered off.
While they waited, the changeling continued to taunt Applejack, as she continued to struggle futilely against her bindings. Eventually it ran out of taunts and settled for reminding Applejack that Queen Chrysalis herself was coming. Applejack tried to hide her fear, but the changeling sure seemed like it could tell she was afraid.
It got to the point that she wasn't sure what to feel when the sound of hoofsteps finally appeared in the distance. While it was an undeniably worse situation to be locked up and interrogated by a changeling queen, she was still slightly relieved that at least the anticipation was over.
It wasn't all that much better. Chrysalis had not gotten one bit nicer since the last time she had seen her. She didn't say anything at first; she just stood there, staring at Applejack with a grin both smug and menacing. "It seems like the third time's the charm," she said at last. "This time Equestria will be mine. And," she cradled Applejack's head in her hoof, ignoring her scowl, "it will all start with you." She poked Applejack's chest for emphasis.
"Now—" Applejack tried to speak up, but the first sounds had just gotten out of her mouth, when the acid green glow of Chrysalis' magic clamped her jaw shut.
"Did I give you permission to speak!" Chrysalis hissed at her. Suddenly she looked much more angry than smug. "I don't believe I did. Now," she said, recovering her composure, "as I was saying.
"My conquest of Equestria and my rightful hive begins with you. You should feel honored."
Applejack sensed a long speech coming, and thought she'd get some remark in before it started. "If you think I'm gonna help y'all, then you've got another thing coming."
"But you are already helping us my dear. After all, you're here. Oh, and if you thought I was actually going to tell you my plan, you are a very stupid pony—Carapace, hit her for being stupid."
One of the drones guarding her saluted, "Yes ma'am!" and smacked her across the face.
Chrysalis turned to leave. "I think that's enough for today. I'll give you some time to get used to your new home, then the real fun will begin. Because, I will tell you one thing: your friends are not coming to rescue you. In fact, they probably won't even notice that you're gone. You are the easiest one of them to replace, after all." She motioned to her drones. They all left the room behind her. The door slammed shut, and as it did all the lights in the room snuffed out. Applejack was left in complete darkness.
Applejack was very angry. She couldn't believe the nerve Chrysalis had, to doubt her friends after so much. She of all "ponies" should know what her friends were capable of. If she was making the same mistakes as before it would be no problem at all for her friends to rescue her. They would stop at nothing to find her. Just as soon as they got back from their trip. Without her. And visited the farm. And caught whatever changeling had replaced her in its lies.
Applejack was getting scared.
As soon as possible wasn't soon enough. Wondering how long it is going to be before you are rescued is a terrible way to pass the time. Long hours inched by in the dark. And though Chrysalis hadn't done anything to her yet, she knew that it was only a matter of time. And being alone in the dark helped her imagine all kinds of nasty things. She suspected that was the point, not that it helped.
But there was something worse. A tiny little thought, caught on the back of her mind, that she just couldn't shake. There was a part of her that couldn't help but entertain the idea that Chrysalis was right. That her friends weren't coming. Every time the thought surfaced, she tried to push it away, but she had a lot of time for the deep parts of her mind to work out ways it could happen.
The fact of the matter was: being snubbed on that invitation hurt. Not just because if she had been invited she wouldn't be stuck here, though she certainly grumbled about that. But, if she was being...honest with herself, it wasn't the first time that sort of thing had happened. Another thought started to take shape, one which she suppressed even more violently than the first. That this kidnapping was the most notice anypony had taken of her in a while. She desperately tried to ignore how that felt.
Applejack didn't know how long she had been by herself when Chrysalis came to visit again, just that she was incredibly hungry. Fortunately, her captor were kind enough to provide food. It tasted disgusting, and she added the contents of the glop they gave her to the increasingly long list of thoughts she was suppressing, but it was food. And she knew better than to complain; disgusting was still better than nothing.
Chrysalis didn't let her off so easily this time, however. No, this time she got a proper interrogation. Chrysalis apparently wasn't happy with just her spies (though she assured Applejack that she did have many spies working for her) and wanted information straight from the source. Naturally Applejack tried to avoid answering, but that was easier said than done.
Especially when you're Applejack and are a terrible liar. She tried, but Chrysalis kept getting under her skin. After a while she just gave up on not giving away information and tried to figure out if Applebloom or Big Mac had been taken too.
Chrysalis wasn't making any mention of them in her threats, and she had to know that that would get a reaction out of her. but Chrysalis seemed to read her mind and soon she asked: "'and just where are your friends? It seems nopony in Ponyville has seen them for a while."
Applejack knew she didn't know a whole lot that would be valuable to Chrysalis, but this was something really valuable. She remained silent. Chrysalis asked again, "Where. Are. They." Applejack tightened her jaw; she was determined not to betray her friends. But Chrysalis was growing visibly angry. Then, she took a deep breath, and calmed herself down. She walked over to one of the guards, and whispered something in his ear. The guard nodded, and with a flash of green fire, disappeared, and was replaced by Applebloom.
"No! How dare you!" Applejack blurted, before she could think better of it. The guard simply smiled at her and made his way out of the room. "Where is he going!? she demanded.
Chrysalis only smiled. It was disturbing. "Where do you think?"
Applejack started yelling. "You better not touch you—you—"
"He hasn't left the hive yet. I can still call him back." Chrysalis said. She didn't say what Applejack had to do. She didn't need to.
Applejack tried, she really did. But: "They're away, off visiting some other land," she said, hanging her head.
"Awww, and they left you behind?" Chrysalis cooed, "How very sad that those ponies who say they are your friends would mistreat you like that."
"They did not—"
Chrysalis continued as if Applejack hadn't interrupted, "Anyway, since you've been so well behaved, and answered all my questions, I think you've earned a reward. I'm going to release you from those restraints." She waved at a guard who walked over to Applejack. His horn flashed and whatever changeling goo her hooves were encase in dissolved. After being forced to stand for so long she nearly collapsed now that she could move her legs.
"Ahh, you've had a long day," Chrysalis said, "I'll let you rest. You'll be busy again tomorrow." She dismissed her guards, and left the room. The door was still securely locked, but at least they left the lights on. Applejack was looking for whatever comfort she could find, not that she deserved it, after betraying her friends like that.
The one thing she should have kept secret, and she just blurted it out. Maybe this wasn't so bad then, maybe this is what she deserved, to be stuck in the hooves of an evil changeling queen, whose idea of a reward was to keep you locked in a room without chaining you up.
And none of this would have happened, that damn little voice in the back of her head pointed out, if your friends had just taken you with them. She shook her head. That part of her was almost starting to think that Chrysalis had a point. She couldn't believe it. She knew exactly how bad Chrysalis was, but somehow her words kept leaking in to Applejack's mind. It was incredibly frustrating to feel like her own mind was rebelling against her. Going around thinking, Oh, it's not that bad that you betrayed your friends. Oh, she does actually have a point It was ridiculous. Just when Applejack thought it couldn't get any worse yet another part of her spoke up, a part of the mind that is not so concerned with logic, or right and wrong, a part of the mind that does not reside in the head but...farther down: Chrysalis is actually kind of hot. Like, up close.
And the rest of her mind was briefly united in responding: What the fuck. Unfortunately for Applejack, one of her biggest problems right now was that she couldn't control what the various parts of her were thinking. Still, she tried to ignore the image of Chrysalis's long, slender legs, and focus on hating herself. It worked for a while, but then she fell asleep.
Applejack dreamed of Chrysalis. It wasn't a nightmare, but when she woke up she wished it had been. There ain't anything hot about Chrysalis! she thought. But she had always been no good at lying, even just to herself. The stickiness between her legs constantly reminded her of that, even as the memory of the dream faded.
She groomed herself as best she could. And by the time Chrysalis arrived for that day's interrogation, she no longer looked and smelled like she had had a wet dream about the last pony she wanted to.
It didn't matter. Even if she had managed to completely convince herself that there wasn't anything attractive about the changeling queen (Celestia dangit) it wouldn't have mattered. You can hide these things even from yourself, but you can't hide them from a changeling. Chrysalis knew as soon as she set hoof in the room.
She could taste Applejack's feelings. She hadn't been expecting this. Not so soon. It actually warmed what she called a heart. She had rewarded Applejack yesterday, and now the mare had earned another reward already.
Applejack, for her part, was trying to stay as determined as she could. She even let the guards grab her without even trying to struggle. The only thing she was focused on was not repeating what had happened the day before. So she was somewhat confused when Chrysalis didn't do anything immediately. She entered and simply stood silently. Don't answer anything. Don't answer. don't answer. she thought. She was caught completely off guard by what Chrysalis said.
"I'm proud of you."
"W-what." Applejack said.
"Oh, my little pony," Chrysalis said, trying to sound as if she actually cared, "you don't have to hide your feelings."
Idon'tknowwhatyou'retalkingabout," Applejack replied.
The facade cracked a little, "don't lie to me," said Chrysalis, "I'm a changeling. I feed on love—"she leaned in close"—I know what it tastes like."
Applejack didn't say anything. She just gulped.
Chrysalis continued talking, she was just whispering in Applejack's ear now. "You will find that I am grateful. I reward my subjects when they are loyal." Applejack grumbled internally about not being her subject. "And so, you are not going to be my prisoner anymore."
Instantly Applejack perked up. "You're going to let me go?"
Chrysalis laughed at her, "Oh, don't be ridiculous. I'm never letting you go. But you will have a new position, one much better than being a prisoner in my empire. No, you will be a very enviable mare. One of my personal pleasure slaves!"
A sinking feeling was growing in Applejack's gut. Further back, her loins were cheering. Bodies can be annoying like that.
"Guards, leave us." The changelings all left the room, leaving Applejack and Chrysalis alone. "Don't deny yourself," Chrysalis said, "you know you want this."
She was right. Applejack did want it. And she hated herself for it. No, she couldn't possibly.
Chrysalis noticed her hesitation. She could have forced her easily; there was absolutely nothing the earth pony could do about her magic. But there was something endearing about her. Chrysalis wasn't stupid: she knew Applejack had no reason to feel anything but hate for her, and yet here she was. This was undoubtedly something special, and she wanted to savor it. Besides, what was a changeling queen who couldn't seduce anypony? "Perhaps you need a little encouragement," she said. Now let's see how she feels about her friends. Which one to start with...
Applejack stared as Chrysalis vanished in a gout of green fire, and the spitting image of Twilight Sparkle took her place. While the pony in front of her looked exactly like Twilight, she sure didn't act like her. She trotted slowly around Applejack, holding her gaze with half-lidded eyes, swaying her hips, swinging her tail. Applejack knew it was futile to hide how much she liked that sight, but she tried anyway. Celestia dangit I forgot she could do that, she thought. Also, and damn you, Twi, for being so pretty. She' never gotten around to telling her, but that mare was some hot stuff.
Chrysalis was elated. She got it on the first try. Even if she hadn't been able to sense love, it wasn't exactly hard to figure out that there was a pretty good chance of Applejack having feelings for at least one of her friends. The way she was looking at her now made it even more obvious that she had a whole lot bottled up in her. How lucky for her, then, to have ended up with the only pony who could provide her with what she needed.
"Come on, Applejack," "Twilight" said, raising her tail, "I have an itch I just can't reach. Won't you help your princess?"
Don't listen. That's not Twilight. I can't do this with her.... Even if I can't with the real thing either. Let it never be said that Applejack was not a determined pony. Once she set her mind to something, there was very little in the world that could change it. It was just that one of those things was standing in front of her.
Because she was past the point of denying what she wanted: she wanted Twilight. Hell, she even wanted Chrysalis, if only for her body. But she also wasn't willing to take the step from wanting to doing. Just the wanting was quite enough for her. She would be betraying her friends all over again if she went to feel that soft purple fur against her cheek, or the—whatever it was changelings felt like— underneath.
And then Chrysalis made the choice for her. Her horn flashed green, and Applejack felt like she was being pushed back. Suddenly it was as if she was just floating, watching as her body moved on its own. Her hooves paid no attention to her efforts to stop walking towards Chrysalis/Twilight, though she felt every 'click' against the floor, every twitch of her muscles.
"Twilight" lay down and rolled onto her back. "See, you just needed a little encouragement." She let her legs fall open.
Applejack may not have been in control of her body anymore, but she could still appreciate the sight in front of her. She had never imagined she would get to see Twilight like this. Twilight was beautiful. She wondered how accurate the copying was of these parts of her. She wondered how accurate the taste would be.
Chrysalis lay on the ground. She was breathing heavily already. Applejack's love was delicious, and there was so much lust mixed in that gave it an extra kick. With another flash of her horn she commanded Applejack to begin.
Applejack felt herself kneel. Saw her best friend's legs on either side of her head. Applejack still couldn't move a muscle of her own voilition as she saw herself lowering her head into that purple valley, felt herself growing wet even as did so. She went lower, lower, until purple gave way to pink.
Through the whole process, her last rational thought had been, that if she wasn't in control, then it wasn't really betraying her friends, so she might as well enjoy it. And as the sweet musky smell flooded her nose, and then her mouth, she did.
Chrysalis knew what she liked from a mare. So it was no time at all before she was panting as she had Applejack start to lick her. Starting at the very top of her pussy, and moving down with a broad, flat tongue and—ah—stopping just before the clit. She wanted to savor this. She wanted to make sure Applejack had a nice long time to get used to pleasuring her queen.
Applejack repeated the motion. Then it was time for the real tease. Applejack's head pulled away, though both ponies wanted it to stay right where it was. Applejack no longer cared if it was her friend's juices coating her tongue, or Chrysalis', she just wanted more of the sweet nectar; she could even feel a drop of her own spilling out behind her. She wanted badly to reach a hoof back and massage her pussy; it was crying out for attention. But her hooves wouldn't move. Instead, she felt her head rising to kiss, inch by inch , its way back down. And then the other side.
And then those legs wrapped themselves around her head, pulling it forward until her chin was resting on "Twilight"'s belly, nestled between her teats. "Twilight" grinned at her, breathing heavily, and said, "You're doing well. Such," she squeezed her thighs around Applejack's neck for emphasis, "a good job. Now finish it."
She released Applejack's head, bidding it to return to its starting position. By the Hive, Chrysalis needed this. Her drones were good, but there was something about a real pony that made it so much better. A few more broad licks, and then it was time for the finale.
Applejack could tell things were wrapping up. Chrysalis control of her body was becoming more and more erratic. Her face was practically shoved back into "Twilight"'s pussy. Her tongue no longer brushed the edges only, but was pushed inside where the sweetness increased a thousandfold. And then she stopped. Raised, ever so slightly, until her tongue was level with that bright pink button, the lips parted completely around it. She felt herself kiss it. And then lick it. Rapidly lap at it. Chrysalis moaned. Applejack couldn't see it, but parts of her even flickered back to their original black and green as she came. She didn't even bother with mind control, raw telekinesis shoved Applejack's head hard into her pussy.
Applejack's earlier greed was rewarded. Chrysalis' marecum practically flooded her mouth. she felt it being rubbed all over her face. And it tasted better than ever.
When Chrysalis' orgasm subsided, she stood up, a little shakily. A few final flashes of green, and she returned to her normal form. She also released Applejack from her spell. Though free, the mare did not rise from the floor. Chrysalis took a second to catch her breath. Yes, she had made a very good choice in kidnapping this one. This pony's talent were wasted among her friends. Here, she would do very well. "You should be proud," she said, "you have done a very good job, it is a great honor to please one's queen like that." Chrysalis started to leave. She didn't say that kind of thing much, but Applejack had earned that praise. She wanted her to feel good about herself. Chrysalis stopped. On the other hoof, she shouldn't feel too good. She said a few final words, "Be sure to tell Twilight Sparkle just how much you care for her when she "comes to rescue you", no doubt she will be very interested to find out." There. That would do nicely. Remind her what she just did with her friends body.
Applejack, to be honest, didn't really hear Chrysalis' parting words. She simply stayed on floor, laying where she was. She watched the door close. She moved a hoof, slowly. She appreciated like never before how effortlessly it moved according to her will. She didn't even have to think about it. Not being in control of her own body had been alarming, at least at first. She..., actually hadn't minded it too much after a while, and it had solved that problem for her. It had been an impossible choice, and Chrysalis had taken that choice out of her hooves. She found that she was actually a little bit grateful. She had wanted Twilight for a long time. Watched her for a long time. But she never had been able to say anything. And then Chrysalis gave her exactly what she wanted. Except, one more thing.
Applejack couldn't wait any longer. She looked down, between her legs. She could see the floor was wet. She could feel her pussy winking. It was involuntary, but in a different way from the mind control; it was her horniness at work. She reached for her aching pussy. Now it was time to give herself some love.
It was several days before she saw Chrysalis again. It was funny. She had the presence of mind still to be glad that Chrysalis wasn't around. At least, she knew she should feel that way. But she missed Chrysalis. It wasn't even the sex. She really missed Chrysalis. She still wondered if it was because she was going insane, but that feeling wasn't as strong now. She couldn't put her hoof on what she actually liked about her. Lucky for her she had plenty of time to think about it. There wasn't exactly much else to do.
A part of her still held out hope that she would snap out of it and go back to just hating Chrysalis. That was the only position that made any sense. The rest of agreed with that much, but replied that it didn't care. Furthermore, it proclaimed, not only was Chrysalis hot, her voice sounded pretty too.
Applejack spent most of her waking hours debating with herself like that. It got a little better after she gave up and accepted that, yeah, she was falling in love with Chrysalis. Of course, falling in love with somepony doesn't exactly make for a quiet mind, or do much to pass the time. But it's better than being at war with yourself, so that was a plus.
Truthfully, Applejack felt like it had been days, but she didn't know for sure. She just knew it was a long time. She knew she slept several times, and that food was brought to her at intervals. And that's about as good a job you can do at timekeeping in a changeling hive.
At last, some drones came to her room. Applejack looked past them through the doorway, hoping to see Chrysalis, but she wasn't there. The changelings simply instructed her to follow them. Applejack figured that just about anything was better than sitting around in an empty room, so she followed them. With any luck they would be taking her to Chrysalis, or she would find an opportunity to escape.
And they brought her to Chrysalis, like she suspected. But all of her further expectations were completely wrong. If she had to pick the one thing about the scene that threw her off the most, she would say it was the roses. The chamber Chrysalis was in was strewn with roses. The Queen herself lay on a large bed in the middle of the room. It looked like something from one of Rarity's romance novels. And, looking at Chrysalis there, holes and all, Applejack suddenly understood why every one of them had a scene like this.
As she stepped into the room, she noticed that her guards did not follow, or even set one hoof past the doorway. And the door closed firmly as soon as she had passed. It was just her and Chrysalis—her and her lover.
"What's all this?" she asked, not having any idea what kind of answer she expected.
"This is for you," Chrysalis said, "I thought it was a shame to keep you locked up in that cell, so I had this room prepared for—" it was a funny thing, Applejack could have sworn Chrysalis looked nervous as she spoke"—us.
I—am not entirely sure how to explain this. You are a very rare case. I can feel your love me. Let me tell you something strange. Sometimes, ponies who have been held as prisoners will often develop feelings for me over time. But it's not real love. It tastes, off. I can't explain it to somepony who isn't a changeling, but whatever they feel, isn't quite the same as real love. But what I feel from you, Applejack, that is real."
Chrysalis raised her head tall and straight, trying to look as regal as possible. "I am the queen of a powerful changeling hive, even though it is nothing compared to what it was before you and your friends showed up. I am the Queen of thousands upon thousands of changelings, and have been for centuries. You are beneath me. I do not mean that as an insult. It is a simple fact. But.
"Your love is refreshing. I have not felt anything like it for as long as I can remember. Because you love me and not my disguise. I had forgotten what that felt like, if I ever knew. And I had forgotten what it felt like to love. And I think, that's what I'm feeling now."
Applejack stood still for a long time, trying to think of what to say. Nothing seemed right, even when she could remember any words. Eventually she settled on two, but they weren't for Chrysalis, they were for herself: "Buck it!" She climbed onto the bed.
Applejack looked into Chrysalis' eyes. She paused like that for a moment, and then pushed through the last feelings of surreality and kissed her. She felt Chrysalis' long canines on either side of her tongue as she pressed into the kiss. That was different, not that she had much experience kissing mares. Certainly not nearly as much as she would have liked. But when she pulled away, she felt proud of herself. It had been one of the best kisses she had ever given, if she said so herself.
Chrysalis smiled at her. And then the smile slowly morphed into a smirk. "Not a bad kiss," she said, licking her lips, "for an amateur." She pounced on Applejack. And Applejack learned what a real kiss felt like. Chrysalis' tongue danced in her mouth. When Chrysalis broke the kiss she barely even felt herself gasping for air, she just sat floating in the glow of it. "That was better. Keep practicing and you'll be kissing like that in no time."
"I reckon I will," Applejack said. She thought about kissing Chrysalis again, but then another idea took root. It occurred to her that she had yet to get a good "close up" view of a changeling. And while she was decently acquainted with Chrysalis' thighs, the rest of her body was unexplored territory. Time to be bold, Applejack, she thought to herself. She leaned in for another kiss, but, as their lips were locked, she sprang up, pushing Chrysalis onto her back. Applejack sat up on Chrysalis' torso. She ran her hooves over her lover's body exploring every inch of it. Chrysalis wasn't a normal pony, that was for sure. She was covered in plates of carapace, hard and cool to the touch. But not completely, there were regions where the shell gave way to bare flesh, that was as soft and warm as Applejack's, though it was furless. Chrysalis remained still as Applejack kept exploring; judging by her expression she liked the attention. Applejack scooted backwards so she could examine further down Chrysalis' chest. As she did so the sensation of the carapace sliding across the insides of her thighs where they were straddling Chysalis struck sparks inside her; she could feel a fire beginning to catch, undaunted by the dampness that was also growing in her loins.
She was starting to feel impatient, fidgety. Her tail was starting to twitch of its own accord. She looked up at Chrysalis to see how she was feeling. She felt her spine tingle when she caught Chrysalis' eyes. She could see hunger in them. Suddenly she could almost feel them scanning across her own body. It looked equally likely that Chrysalis was doing the same thing as Applejack, taking in her partner's whole body, as it did that she was sizing her up like a predator. It thrilled her.
She pushed her impatience aside. She had started a job, and she was going to finish it. Besides, what she was seeing was plenty interesting. Past Chrysalis' chest she was mostly like a pony, no shell, just skin, though the hairlessness did wig Applejack out a little bit. She even had teats, though Applejack couldn't see them from where she was, only (mmmm) fell them under her. Then Applejack noticed something really interesting: there was a wet spot on Chrysalis' barrel. For a second Applejack couldn't figure what it could be. She worried, had she hurt Chrysalis? She then felt stupid as she followed the wetness, and saw that it formed a trail leading right down btween her legs. Realizing what it was made her both relieved and hornier.
Chrysalis lost her patience first. She spoke up, "can we—please—move along." She tried but could not completely stop the end of her sentence from rising into a whimper. Applejack didn't say anything in response, she didn't have much presence of mind for talking anymore. So she wordlessly lay down ontop of Chrysalis, postioning herself so that their hind legs were intertwined. She locked eyes with Chrysalis, and held eye contact as she began to slowly grind her hips against Chrysalis'. Her nethers, which had been growing desperate for stimulation were thankful. She was completely soaked now. She felt a drop of her juices dripping out of her. The knowledge that it was falling down to mix with Chrysalis' made sure it was quickly replaces with more.
A random wave of pleasure rolling up from her hindquarters forced Applejack to close her eyes, she let out a heavy breath. When she opened her eyes she saw that Chrysalis was in a similar state. Her breathing was still even and measured, but it had a ragged edge to it, like it only barely being controlled. Her jaw was slack. And while Applejack could see her reflection in her piercing green eyes, they did not seem to see her. They seemed to be drilling straight through her to where their lips rubbed together.
Applejack pressed hard, and an "ahh" escaping from Chrysalis' mouth broke her trance. She moaned softly as she put her hooves around Applejack's head and hugged it to her chest. "Enough," she panted, rolling them both onto their sides. She pulled herself reluctantly away from Applejack's belly, speaking between breaths, "I. I must. repay you." Before Applejack could ask what she meant, she found herself enveloped in magic, being pulled forward. Then the magic righted her onto her back, and forced her hind legs apart. She realized hazily that it was the same position Chrysalis had been in when she had been forced to service her.
"You did such a good job," Chrysalis said, feasting her eyes on Applejack's marehood, "It is only right that I return the favor." Applejack had never been eaten out before, she had always wondered what it felt like, and now she knew. Applejack screamed. She could hardly keep track of what Chrysalis was doing. Now she was kissing her whole slit, upper and lower lips meeting, now her tongue was darting up inside, now back out, lapping up the wetness that felt like it was pouring out of her. A fire was building in her, and every flick of Chrysalis' tongue threw more fuel on it. But there was one spot she avoided, and even as the heat grew and grew it did not spread but stayed bottled up in the one spot.
Applejack begged, but all that came out between the heavy pants were strangled moans, "aagh." Sweat poured off of her. Chrysalis pretended not to understand. She just held Applejack in her eyes, somehow smirking even with her mouth open. At last Applejack got something recognizable as a word out: "p-please." Chrysalis obliged her. She stopped her licking, and leaned in. She pulled her lips back, and, slowly, ran the side of one of her fangs along Applejack's clit, letting the point come to rest (Oh Celestia) gently on top. She swiftly pulled it away as Applejack came.
Her hips bucked wildly. The fire, which had grown white-hot in her clit, exploded out and across her whole body. Tremors followed close behind. The bed, the room, everything burned away. She was in freefall. That didn't matter, if there was a ground her ecstasy would wipe it away. The weightlessness faded. The rough texture of the walls, the cool air, the soft bed, the scent of sweat and sex all fixed themselves back in her mind. A warm glow still suffused her, but that was fading. And that was okay, because the mare who had given to her was still there, would stay there.
She looked at Chrysalis. Chrysalis looked at her. Those eyes had always looked so cold. They were a warmer green now. No longer the sickly green of some monster in a dank cavern, but the bright green of the sun shining through the leaves of her apple trees. She rolled back onto her hooves. She tried to stand, but an ache shot through all her muscles, a parting gift from her orgasm. So she crawled over to Chrysalis, managed to get one hoof around her neck. Chrysalis lay down so she could rest. And they lay together, breathing.
Applejack didn't want to move, but she also wanted to finish what she had started. She snaked a hoof down between them. Chrysalis purred as Applejack found her lips. "My, my, what's this?"
Applejack was starting to work her hoof now. "I started this, and I'll be damned if I don't make you cum after that," she said.
Chrysalis' reply was simple: "And what's the hurry? We've only just begun. Now, a little to the left."
The moment of truth came the next morning. When Applejack woke up, her head was clearer than it had been in ages. She looked at Chrysalis next to her, remembering what they had done. There was no voice telling her she had made a mistake, no sense of regret. She saw a beautiful mare next to her. And maybe she wasn't kind, or honest, or any of the qualities Applejack had assumed she would want in a marefriend, that was okay. That could come later. Applejack saw herself being there when it came.