Author's Note

And here we have a chapter with multiple sex scenes, you’re welcome.

Happy Fun Times with Chrysalis and Spike

Chrysalis waited, she knew she couldn’t escape her bonds since they had been made by dragons with their immeasurable strength but she could wait until this dragon slipped up and set her free. Even if her ability to use magic was temporarily restrained, it didn’t mean she was without her own brand of tricks. She was used to being in control, just because she was tied down didn’t mean she still wasn’t the dominant one in the room, this dragon would find out just...Chrysalis felt him thrust his penises into her vaginal region and plot, derailing her train of thought for a moment. This was followed by a brief pain, barely more than a few seconds before it felt like a grand fireworks celebration was being performed throughout her entire body, the explosions of pleasure caused bursts of numerous exhilarating colors to dance in her eyes.

Chrysalis had been immensely used to being the dominant entity in all of her relationships, which were short and had always left her unfortunate partners drained and happy to have provided her what she had taken from them. She had done such things with old and young ponies and dragons; each one drained of their energies to the point that without assistance within the following days would likely not last long. She had dones this many times over her past thousand years or so of life, easily dominating every dragon before now that thought they could dominate her. But for some reason, the build-up for this was something that actually caused her body to eagerly anticipate what was coming, something that had never happened before. Chrysalis had been in compromising positions before, some more compromising than what she was currently in. However, none had managed to take apart her ruse with such quick efficiency, before all this it had taken weeks for her victims to get just half as far as this one had managed to pull off in less than a day of suspecting her.

Torrents of pleasure rocked through Chrysalis, torrents so strong they made the fireworks she just felt at the beginning seem like a shoddy prelude or preface to what followed, this was what it was like to be dominated.

Chrysalis had never thought to so much as entertained the idea that being dominated by another was so grand; this was a sensation that would never be forgotten by her body and mind, possibly even something more. An otherworldly bliss coursed through her every fiber down to the core of her being, a core now dyed with the essence of the very dragon that was dominating her. All her senses were not perceiving anything beyond the sheer erotic bliss of her being dominated.

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Spike was surprised, he expected a bit more fight from Chrysalis, but just three or four seconds after he had penetrated her with both his rods she let out a feral erotic scream of pleasure and had gone completely silent. He had heard of this before, pleasure induced catatonia but had never thought it more than rumors and flights of fancy to make others feel beyond inadequate. He dared not stop, if he did this whole thing would stop and he would likely try to recreate it with other to no success. Spike wasn’t an idiot, although he did play at being one at times.

Spike decided to squeeze at Chrysalis’s left breast with his left hand; he found it to be firm and rigid like the carapace of an insect. But as he continued to feel at it he could feel it softening but keeping that firmness. It was becoming less rigid, more malleable. He figured it was just something changelings did during sex to keep their partners interested; it seemed to be an automated response when you took into account Chrysalis’s current state. He could also feel her insides changing, practically molding, to snuggly hold his cocks. It almost was as if Chrysalis’s insides wanted to massage him to ensure he didn’t pull out any time soon.

Since Chrysalis was effectively immobile, something Spike had not seen coming; he contemplated undoing her restraints as he continued to pound her. He needed to turn her apparatus over to do that but the lever was near the door, it would mean pulling out of her, something he very much did not want to do. Spike had a bit of fight with himself over it all for another ten minutes before deciding to pull out.

When Spike pulled out there was some resistance but he managed to get out from inside Chrysalis. It looked like Chrysalis was taking some time to come down from her euphoric high. To be fair, Spike wasn’t even sure how much time he had actually spent plowing Chrysalis; and didn’t rightfully care for the first he could legitimately recall. He moved the lever and flipped Chrysalis over to have her face up again. Those massive juggs were just wonderful to behold, they weren’t quite to the size of those borne by Celestia or Luna but definitely were looking like they might have a decent chance of competing against the alicorns in terms of size and playability.

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A few minutes after Spike had pulled out, much to her dismay, Chrysalis came out from her euphoria induced coma-like state. She felt sexier than ever, but had no clue why that was beyond a memory of getting fucked into oblivion that made her drool just from beginning to remember it. Chrysalis decided to look herself over, on the off chance her carapace was broken she wanted to know, only to find her coloration different and feminine figure more pronounced.

“Finally awake, I see,” said Spike with a cocky grin. “Just checked the timekeeper in here, we’ve been at it for almost a full day. Your body can sure last without much effort, I also like the new look.”

At some point during their intercourse, Chrysalis had undergone a change that had made her coloration match Spike's almost perfectly. Her bosom was still deliciously large, it just looked more dragonish now. Her horn had become less jagged, but still edgy enough to be attractive. It was almost as if she had transformed into his dream slave.

Chrysalis knew she should be concerned about all that, but she wasn’t. She just trotted over to the door, her fabulous funbags bouncing a bit with each step, and braced herself while sticking out her plot and said, “I swear unending fealty and loyalty to you, please rut me, master.”

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Spike licked his lips in erotic excitement, he had anticipated her possibly wanting more, but this was the fastest he had seen anyone swear allegiance to him. Usually, that took much longer, it also involved removing the ring from a spellcaster’s horn ring. Chrysalis didn’t even wait for any of that; she just requested he screw her again. He wanted to be apprehensive, but something about the fact Chrysalis had literally changed her colors subconsciously while in a state that could not be faked like she had shown caused him to remove all rings from her horn and a palladium inhibitor ring on her horn's base. Little did he know the short time her magic had returned had caused a flash of changes in all of Chrysalis's hive.

“Before we proceed,” said Spike as he approached Chrysalis, “what am I to you and what are you to me?”

“You are my master,” said Chrysalis with erotic fervor, “and I am your slave.”

“Very good,” said Spike as he thrust his rods back into Chrysalis’s lower holes. The changeling queen squealed in erotic delight as he penetrated her, her now dragonized breasts swaying back and forth as Spike pumped against her, each movement causing a cacophony of pleasure to cascade through her body. The crescendo of pleasure played all throughout her body, only allowing her to communicate in erotic moans and cries.

Spike had known this one would be special; he just hadn’t thought she would be so special he would contemplating new titles and placements for her. Chrysalis was beyond dedicated to him now, she was unerringly devoted to him, in a way no other entity conquered by a dragon had ever been. Chrysalis didn’t deserve special treatment from him, his very relationship and control over her mandated special treatment.

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Chrysalis couldn’t believe she had ever contemplated making a go at overthrowing Spike, the very notion felt like a bad idea now. To her knowledge, no other changeling queen had been genuinely sexually dominated like her, they didn’t know the blissful enjoyment they were missing in their pathetic excuses for lives. Her very core was dedicated to Spike, a foreign concept before her being dominated. To her knowledge, this had never occurred before and would likely never happen again. This was something rare, something beautiful, something to be cherished. Something about her psychology was changed, something fundamental. Her thoughts of the conquered were noticeably different from before, they were the dragon notions of conquering others and were now the superior philosophy to her. A conquered civilization is meant to be subservient to the victors without fail, she and changelings were to be this for Spike now.

Chrysalis didn’t know, nor care, why the very thought of Spike as her master sent waves of pleasure cascading through her body. All she cared now was that he was her master and it was her duty, privilege, and honor to serve him in any manner he so chose. Cascading torrents of pleasure rocked her body as Spike pounded her, torrents made all the more intense by her own erotic thoughts about him.

She didn’t know when, nor did care in the slightest, that she was now on her knees sucking on Spike’s dicks as he conversed with someone on the other side of the door somehow. All that mattered was pleasing her dragon, that’s all that would ever matter in her life now, that’s the only thing that gave a sense of importance.

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Chrysalis didn’t know how much time had passed, Spike said it was their third day together in the chamber, she really didn’t care. She was servicing one of his rods with her massive breasts while she sucked off on the other like it was some rare treat that required special care while eating. Her body was rocked with bliss just being in contact with Spike, the very sound of his voice was enough to make her wet. She didn’t know how many orgasms she had experienced with Spike, and she really didn’t care about that in the slightest now.

How was it this dragon could drive her to heights of pleasure she hadn’t even heard whispered rumors of? At this point, Chrysalis was past the point of caring, all she desired was to continue feeling this pleasure. At this point, she didn’t care about playing the part of invader or conqueror, all that really mattered was the bliss that came from being Spike’s possession.

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Spike could have sworn he Chrysalis’s eyes turn into hearts for a moment when he caught a glimpse of them. Given that changelings were shapeshifters and she was supposedly the most powerful of them, it wouldn’t surprise him if she could selectively change parts of her body at will. The way she begged for him to rut her, it was as if she was addicted to sex with him. He didn’t have an issue with that, sex with Chrysalis was on par with when he screwed Celestia and Luna, but it didn’t stop him from worrying about how long the effects would last.

Regardless, Spike had scored a prize no other Dragonlord had managed to acquire, and he was adamant about this treasure not trading claws under any circumstance. Changelings were around as long-lived as alicorns and dragons, at least their queens likely were. Having changeling queen at his beck and call was something to hold on to and show off to other dragons, Garble would definitely lose his cool over that in addition to his other losses.

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It was two days after his three-day stint in the sex dungeon with Chrysalis, Spike was back at his desk, with Chrysalis under it sucking him off while she was completely nude, going over some documents that had just been sent to him. Chrysalis was his only palladium band; he made sure to let his platinum bands where the changeling queen stood in the pecking order, Rarity wasn’t happy to hear the newcomer was higher ranking than her. At least he was sure the white mare was throwing a tantrum about that the moment she read that part. She seemed to be taking competition worse and worse and worse with each successive year; Spike hoped her current punishment would help lessen and mitigate that a bit.

Chances were his hopes for Rarity having a change of attitude wouldn’t be that easy, but his new acquisitions did offer up possibilities that were closed to him. They had miscalculated the size and spread of Chrysalis’s hive, thankfully the now pacified changeling queen was more than willing to inform them of the exact placement and numbers of her entire hive. Chrysalis had visibly drooled in an exceptionally overt way when Spike had said she deserved a special reward after that. Spike had Sunset’s department doing work on equipment like the brand that would have similar effects on changelings, a male changeling subordinate had volunteered but they had been forced to conscript a female changeling for the projects as well, Sunset liked to be thorough in all the projects.

Spike was also waiting on a tailor for Chrysalis, the mare deserved nothing short of custom attire, just like Celestia and Luna. Rarity had been his best tailor, and she was in his personal employ without question, but calling her up for this or going down with Chrysalis for an appointment would be tantamount to stating her punishment was undeserved. The next best choice was in New Scale City, his brother had it worst among them all when it came to naming things, but the requested professional would take much longer than he liked to get there. He also had to cash in a favor from his brother that had been on hold for decades, the cost of getting this specialist would have been prohibitively expensive otherwise. The Dragonlord could get away with requesting a lot among dragons but even they had hard limits when it came to family, the stories about Dragonlord Torch and his kin were still discussed as something that significantly restricted everything he did well after he was no longer in the position. Spike hated the waiting, especially since before her punishment he could have Rarity in to do the job in the span of a few minutes, he realized how much he had been spoiling himself.