Queen Chysalis lays on her queen sized bed in just her skimpy midnight blue thong, matching fishnet stockings and lace camisole, her long and slender legs glisten just a bit. You're reminded of a cricket rubbing its legs to produce its chirp but there's no sound from her doing that, fitting as only males can produce their song. There is a soft humming and buzz coming the scrapping of those wings, as she lowers her eyes at you tring to come off as sexy. "Hey now put that gun down cowboy, I'm more interested in what your packing between your hips.
You Chuckle and are half tempted to give a snarky one liner that the only thing in between your hips for her is the Sig Auer pistol with silencer and tactical scope, but you go along. Chysalis watches you with that faint green glow in her eyes as you lay your loaded rifle on a dresser made from hardened changelling slime, then your pistol, hammer and knife. "There you go, mhh now the armor come on I can wait ." you sigh and roll your eyes as you place your helmet on the dresser beside your weapons Queen Chysalis turns around shifting her position as she gets on her hands and knees as she raises her royal rear up trying to tempt you as you see her pulling on the strings of her thong to make the fabric dig into the tender flesh of her pussy.
To your surprise you can feel a tingling in the pants of your millitary fatigues, a growing errection in reaction to her sexual tease. "Mhhh you see now the alure of a changeling queen?" She says with her forked tounge lasing out as you feel your eyes drawn to the serpentile way those luschious and voluptious hips of hers sqway side to side like a rattlesnake only instead of warning away it's trying to lure you in. "Mhh yeah" She hisses as you feel your hand rubbing the bulge in your pants as your body armor has been cast aside. You place a free hand on the sleek black slightly hard carapice like ass. "Mmmmhhhh Chrysalis coos feeling some much needed attention to her body. You rub and caress that ass with one hand then two.
"Heh, mhh yeah not bad, couse I've had better." You say wondering what she'll say to that. To your surprise she only looks back at you and licks her lips and shakes her rear harder really making it really sway, if the flesh was just a bit...softer you could almost see it jiggling.
"Oh really?" She says as she starts to make it bounce up and down as your hands give a harder squeeze making the firm toned flesh give under your touch, feeling daring you raise your hand and deliver a firm smack to her ass. A moan finally escapes the queen's lips and she hisses as a wet patch forms on her thong. You smirk as she looks back at you, "Mmmhh do that again, I dare you." She says practically ordering you to do it. You raise a hand againand smack her round firm and fully packed ass again on the left cheek oppoiste your inital strike. Her wings buzz and hum in excitment as tremors rock and shake her whole body as her bed starts to creak and squeak.
"Mhhh yeah play my ass like a pair drums." The queen orders and you can only feel the desire to obey her, hands smacking and slapping on the shellaic like ass making a hollow echo and slapping sound as feel the blood rushing south and your heart start to race. You're genuinely getting into this, you give the string of Chrysalis' thong a tug only slightly at first before pulling it out as far as it can go and releasing it, it snaps lodly back in place making the sex queen moan and grind herself on you the heat coming from her warm inner depths on your knee as her fluids leave a small patch on you, you can't help but feel as if...she marked you.
"Go on big boy, take them off me." She says with more hisses escaping her lips and buzzes from her wings. You only nod as your hold the strings of her thong in your thumb and fore fingers on each side with each hand, a gasp emits from her throas as you slowly and teasingly pull the fabric south along her long slender legs she kicks them ever so gently as she helps you get them off her and her own hands pull the camy off over her head. You get the thong just over the toes of her feet and hold in one hand blushing as your gaze is attracted back up to see the pink flesh of her prize treasure trove temptingly on full display.
"Don't keep your queen waiting," She says as you lean your face to slick wet, puffy lips the smeel like musk mixed with the faint scent of some nectar of what you can't place, but that doesn't stop you from giving her neithers a tempting lick then a full on one. Your tounge lashes against the ever gently parting folds as her horn lights up and a pair of auras tug the fatigue pants off you long johns and all untill your manhood is let out to finally breathe. You tense up a bit as you feel the same auras start to stroke along the sensitve pole of muscle and caress the dangling orbs of your balls.
"Mhhh Queen Chrysalis, you really know how to work your magic." You praise betweeen licking her folds and you decide to return the favor by shoving your tounge into her warm inner depths. Chysalis only hisses and relaxes as you service her. Every lick enticing and tempting with the sweet tast of her delicious nectar. It's flavor and aroma alomst hypnotic, making the world shut off to where your brain can only focus on her. Your efforts come to fruition as the folds of her vag bloom open like the petals on a flower greeting the morning sun and a torrent of her honey squirts with the pressure from her orgasm.
"Ahhhhh mhhmhmh yess there's that love I've been craving for so long mhhh but its not the...esscense A queen like me need to really get her driver back...I think you know what that means." She says as she raises her firm slightly plump backside up and uses her hands to get a good grip on her ass cheeks. She spreads them apart really showing off the wet soaking entrance and even giving a glimpse of her tight puckering backdoor. YOu get behind her now in an almost animalistic way and line the tip of your cock up with the welcoming hole Chrysalis only hisses and tilts her head back with her tounge out as you lt your own slip out and lock with hers as you plunge into her.
All those bounties spent on whores and cheap one night lays, and none of them could compare to the war; soft and tight passage of the aluring changling queen. Her sugary walls squeezed and pulse to the rhythm of every pounding thurst you give her again and again. Her moans and shrieks of bliss and joy are like a crescendo to your ears, and your grunts and moans must be the same to her. The feeling of taking her unlike any lay you've ever had not even the one you lost your virginity too can compare. You bury your face in her long black mane, though looking stringy and unkept is actually very soft and like the res of her sickly sweet smelling.
"Ughhh I'm..I'm gonna." You warn her but don't stop.
"Do it! Inside! Gimmie all your love give it too nnnoow!" She cries out and tries her damndest to control her own orgasm to no avail. You feel the spasms of your dick as you burst inside her and fill her womb to the brim, as you do her shellaic glows with a renewd green glow. You pull out of her and collapse on her bed and would give anything for a cigar to light up and smoke just to cap it all off hell even a cigarette would do. It isn't long before Chysalis howver floa her clothes and gear back over to you including your weapons.
"What gives? I've been kicked out after one night stands before but they at least let me sleep first." Youu tell her as her eyes light up and she grins deviously at you.
"A deal is a deal hunter, no I'd strongly suggest you steel yourself and get running for a three min head start." She says giving a fanged grin.
"Arent I the one who's supposed to give the head start?" You ask getting eveything on and getting a grip on your rifle, before activing the targeting system on the visor of your helmet. Queen Chrysalis only chuckles and starts making her wings buzz...threatening you.
"Who said the head start was for me?" She says showing her sharp teeth and flashing eyes
*Click-Click*
"12.7 NATO Rounds in this rifle and a three minute head start?...I like the way you play...Your Magesty."
Is This Gonna Be A Standup Fight Or A Bug Hunt?
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Is This Gonna Be A Standup Fight Or A Bug Hunt?
You adjust the straps on reinforced combat armor, a set of standard issue USMC body armor and leg and shoulder gaurds over olive drab fatigues. You make sure the sturdy armor is on snugly and then check the chin strap of your MK I helmet with a tiny tactical light, which casts a beam across the dried husks that once made up the changeling nest. The 12.7 ZVI Falcon rifle slung over your shoulder ready to draw. Warsaw Pact issue 12.7 is a lot like the US and NATO's 50. Cal ammo, really meant to be used to stop tanks and shoot down aircraft, you use it on a "soft target," and you're left with a puddle of paint.
This was all true not too long ago when you were a hired gun who hunted Changelinigs for money, before they learned their "friendship lesson," and became those colorful bug pony things...eh you had nothing against the proverbial wonderland Equestria was, if anything it was a lot nicer than home. Still you were a bit of a jaded person who never but much stock in the peppy bright and joyus aspects to life, even when they benifital to you. You personally liked it better when those bugs where something that most civilized inhabitants of Equestria considered shoot on sight. The bounty on Changelings was good pickings, eaiser to down than Dragons; Griffins, manticores and all the fantasy monsters running around this world...The former two of which had also recently been taken off the bounty list.
'Well at least their bitch mother herself queen chysalis is sill fair game.' You think to yourself before taking a swig from your hip flask filled with moonshine, the wanted poster still sits in your back pocket. A mugshot of Chysalis along with the promise of fifty thousand in either the Equestrian gold coins or human money to anyone who can bring back proof they offed Chysalis good. You were sure she was hiding here, it was one of the last old nests left in all of Equestria, long since abandoned ever since her..."kids" up and left to be with good uncle Thorax, yeah it was prince Thorax but you really didn't care. Hell he wasn't even the one offering the money. If anything he begged most of those who went after her to try and convince her to lear what he had, something about giving love not taking it the way he and others like him used too.
It all felt like a load of hooey to you, a lepoard never changes its spot...as the saying goes. Sure Thorax and his little band of defectors where an excption to that but Chysallis? You were sure she was set in her ways and if that meant putting a 12.7 round in between her eyes, so be it. You Draw your rifle and hold it out at the ready, 'Saftey's off.' You think to yourself as the walls get slicker with that green sludge changelings produce. Not as thick or strong looking as it is was when they were more of the buggers around but it's fresh, she's gotta be close. As a back up in case you need more rapid fire than sniper fire, a Colt 45. semi automatic M1911 sits at you hip ready to draw and if that fails...well there's the every reliable hammer in your pack. Those hard shells are too resistant to a blade, but a good blow at just the right spot? cracks their shells like the main course at Red Lobster.
You take another step and your boot lands on the slippery cave floor, you stumble and land face first in a pile of shed chittins. Your rifle thankfully still close thanks to the shoulder strap. You stuggle to a sitting position forsaking the element of surpris ruined by the crashing noises made the shells. You steady your gun taking aim...just as a pair of glowing green eyes look into yours, though the glow has grown quite dim.
"So? another hunter come to kill me even when I have nothing left? My nest empty? the energy of love gone? Go ahead and take your best shot little man, Honestly at this pint...you'd be doing me a favor," Queen chrysalis says. Despite her loss of energy her body has held up rather...well It was still almost the same as a human woman's shapley well rounded form; from those full hips with the luscious and tappered curves, to the hourglass frame complimented by her large breasts. Her modestly preserved only by an electric blue if very short bathrobe with snow white trim.
"Wait a minute...you...WANT me to kill you?" You say in an almost disapointed tone, where's the sport in simply shooting your quarry in cold blood? You at least expected her to try and make a break for the caves, but no. Not a damn thing, all Chysalis does is slump back onto her throne made of dried gree ooze and pulls a carton out from under it. Looking at it closer you see its ice cream, mint choclate chip, so its more like dealing with a girl on her messy breakup than hunting some dangerous game. You sling your gun back over your shouder and brush the goo off your armor, before giving her a "fuck this" guesture with you arm and start to walk away, not worth it when it's too easy.
"Huh, just like all the others, too proud and "sporting" to just let it all end and you walk away to leave me festering in my pity ho hum." She says before resuming her snacking you turn back around still looking disgusted with her.
"If you're so desperate to die, but not willing to die honorably and fighting then you don't deserve it. Do it yourself why don't if your this patethic Cysabitch!" You say with a grunt and kick angrily at a few long dried husks of changeling shells. Chrysallis stirs and sits up her green eyes looking at you inqisitivley.
"You know for a human you have the venomus disposition of a manticore, I cant sense much love left in YOU, just jadded emptyness and....blech bitter. You smell as bitter as xander roots...not much of a meal and nothing to give me the fight you so recklessly desire." She says as if she sensed every emotion you can feel....the only ones you feel anymore. You sit beside her and look into the fading luster of her emerals green eyes.
"You know your...children they ended up the way they are because they leanred to reverse your draining abillity to give love not steal and siphon it, teall me your magesty why haven't you ever considered trying that?" Chysalis huffs and rests her head on your lap you pretend to not ntice where her eyes are being drawn.
"Why should I? A changeling queen is all I've ever sen myself as and all I ever be. Love is nothing but an emotion that wells upside sentient beings but to me its as maleable and meaningless concepts like truth and peace. Can You see those concepts as physhically as the skin on your hand? or taste them like a meal? Even the wind which is naked to the eye can be felt physhically when it ruffles your hair...or blows a few houses away in a storm." She adds a hoity totiy laugh to the dark nature of her last remark.
You plant a hand upon her mane and tilt her head up to look at you, in some ways you can't help be feel a strange kindredness with the parasitic and lecherous mare before you. Both of you long come to terms with life and how concepts those ponies hold so near and dear are; in the grand scheme of the twisted web that makes up the universe, meaningless. Nothing but ideals that where dreamnt up ages past and still ring true among many, but not you two, not anymore.
"Well Chysallis its seems we're at an impass, you want a good death but dont have the energy to give me the thrill of the hunt and the sport of a Even mactch with my quarry. You need a little recharge to give me what i want but I not exactly a good sorce of love...but isn't there some way we could work this out? Something I can give you to get your cylinders firing again?" you say as you are this close to coming out and saying it. You hadn't been laid in ages and right now even the hard shelled bug pony who was inches from your manhood was starting to sound like a good lay, and hey her kind fed off love weather it was true or had all the satisfaction and meaning as a one night stand with a right swipe tinder date.
Chrysalis seems to suddenly brighten up considerably her body going from grey to jet black and her eyes going from puke green to emerald almost in a flash. "What did you have in mind?" She says never once taking her eyes off the olive drab bugle in your fatigues, licking her fangs when she saw it twitch.
