Wake Up

“Here I am,” Metamora - now Queen Chrysalis - said. Her voice changed to match, deepening to a still feminine but deep, brooding tone, “committing the most heinous act of my entire life all for an alien creature that I’ve never encountered before. You better make this worth my while, you… Uh, what is your name?”

“You can call me Anon,” you offered, looking over the form of your soon-to-be partner. She had grown significantly in stature, you imagine her head would come up to your chest, her serrated horn could probably slit your throat at standing height. Nestled behind it was a crown that looked as if it were physically attached to her skull, centered upon a ratty wave of teal locks longer than your arm. Her wings were more distinct, set on top of a shining metallic carapace that had a blue-green sheen like a June bug. Her long, slender legs were riddled with holes of varying sizes with a tail of the same disheveled teal as her mane. By far, however, the most intense features were her eyes. Where Metamora’s eyes were solid bluish green, these eyes bore the same white sclera you would expect on most creatures, with laser-green irises and a cat-like pupil. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Queen Chrysalis.”

“Please don’t call me by her name. My Queen may not be here, but that name holds power I am unfit to wield.”

“Okay fine, Queen Metamora”

“Stop! Stop! You’ve done the only possible thing worse than using her name! Just… Maybe stop talking?”

“Oh that’s not happening. I promised I’d fuck you if you changed into your queen, but I never said I’d be quiet about it.”

“Please, if you have even the smallest modicum of sympathy don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“Oh there’s only one thing that isn’t as hard as it needs to be right now,” you chuckle, hooking your thumbs on the waistband of your jeans and tugging them downward. You felt a moment of insecurity as you went to lift your shirt over your head, realizing the only thing between you and some form of strange alien sex would be the thin, now slightly tented, fabric of your boxers.

“That was a… you’re making dick jokes aren’t you?”

“Yup, better get used to them. My love isn’t the only thing you’re getting your fill of today,” you inform her as you start to remove your boxers. You do this slowly, noticing the almost salivating look upon the faux queen’s face. As you lowered them enough for your crowning achievement to become visible, Metamora swatted your hand away and interrupted.

“Hold on, that’s it?” she asked incredulously, “Even the smallest stallions are longer than that. I’m not even going to feel something that small.”

“Okay, fuck you. No, literally, fuck you. Turn around, cause after that I’m about to have the angriest boner you’ve ever known and I’m going to use it to make you regret every word of that,” you command, quickly pulling your boxers down far enough that they fell to the ground effortlessly and you could kick them and your pants away.

“I do hope you’d try,” Metamora noticed, watching your dick jump to life over her shoulder as she turned around. Damn, she knew what she was doing now. “I’d hate to have to change into a little filly just to feel anything.”

“You fucking bitch!” you yelled as she finally positioned herself in front of you. She was still looking back at you with a smug look on her muzzle, flicking her tail up and to the side for you. She was just a little shorter than she needed to be for this to work, but you knew what to do. You grabbed her flank with one hand and shoved down on her carapace right behind her neck, forcing her front legs to buckle and angling her backside to suit your needs. For the first time you really noticed her pussy and the marked difference to what you were used to seeing …on the Internet. A long slit, slender at the top and plump at the bottom, with a green bulb at the bottom that intermittently twitched to reveal the similarly green interior of her sex. Above that was a tight, plump ring of flesh that looked just as inviting, but that was not your target at the moment. You stepped forward and lined up, placing the tip of your dick against that green protrusion and grinding against it for a moment.

“Oh! You know what you’re doing! Get your stallionhood good and wet before you impale me.” And so you did. You pulled back slightly after coating yourself liberally in her abundant natural lubricant. After a brief pause, you shoved your dick in, sheathing yourself fully within her in one go. You took a moment to enjoy the warmth and silken texture of Metamora’s now-royal insides, adjusting your grip on her to hold on to her sides for better leverage. Much more slowly than you entered, you began to pull back, drawing out a long groan from Metamora and a heavy sigh from yourself.

And you thrust once.

“Keep it up. Get it in there.”

And you thrust again.

“Mmh, yeah. That’s the spot,” Metamora cried out as you angled the second thrust down a bit more.

And you thrust a third time.

“Hha! Keep doing that!”

And a fourth.

“H-Here it comes!”

And a fifth.

“Cum inside me! Fill me up!”

And a sixth.

“Ahh! I’m going to~” She screamed, tightening up slightly as you drew back again.

And a seventh.

She was completely silent as her love canal became a vice grip upon your intruding scepter. For a few seconds you were worried she might shear the thing clean off, all as a torrent of lime-tinted liquid gushed forth from her sopping marehood. You struggled valiantly but managed to pull out once more, preparing to bear all your weight down onto her on the next thrust.

And an eighth.

“C-Come on! You've gotta be close. Just cum!”

And a ninth.

“Wait! Why aren’t you… you're not…”

And a tenth.

“Oh Hive, what’s going on? Why aren’t you cumming?”

“You think my dick’s short and I cum fast? Wish I could say I was sorry to disappoint you.”

And you kept going.

A minute of shocked silence was peppered with what you assumed were further orgasms from your woefully misguided mate.

And you kept going.

She couldn’t maintain the silence any longer, screaming out various unintelligible mumblings as you only ratcheted up the pace. You wouldn’t lie to yourself and say that this wasn’t doing it for you. By the end of the second minute she had you closer than you’d like to admit. It took all your force of will to hold out on her, which you were determined to do until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

So you kept going.

“Oh Anon, I can't…” she cried, “You’re going to ruin me. P-Please cum!”

Until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

You hilted yourself in her once more, grabbing her horn with one hand and wrapping the other around her neck tightly. You pulled her up towards you as you felt your release take hold, gushing forth in jet after jet of hot, potent seed. You emptied everything you had in this deranged little Changeling under you, collapsing onto her back slightly as you both breathed heavily.

Metamora pulled forward, freeing you from her grip as she moved to escape your weight. You stood back up as well to allow her to move out from under you, watching as she turned back around to look you in the eyes, still bearing the form of Queen Chrysalis.

“Thanks for the meal, that was …adequate. If you need to sleep after such a draining exercise I can stand watch.”

“Sleep? After that? Gimme 15 and we can go again. Just gotta let junior rest for a bit so he can grow big and strong… again.”

“No. No way in Tartarus could you possibly be ready again in just fifteen minutes. Most every other creature would be out for days after draining that much love,” she explained, shifting quickly back to her usual form, the green flames both brighter and quicker than they were before.

“How much love exactly?”

“The most I’ve ever received by a factor of five or so. It’s just not possible, you go again so soon and I’d suck the soul right out of you. I’m surprised you’re not already passed out or screaming in agony from that level of exertion.”

“I feel fine actually. Maybe a bit thirsty, but I think I got here that way actually.”

“Y-You mean you’re not lightheaded or tired or feeling any heart palpitations at the moment? No ailments at all?”

“No, uh… my dick’s gonna be limp for a bit, but that’s just biology for me. Keep telling me how good I was and it’ll be back before you know it.”

“…fifteen minutes you say?” Metamora asked softly, looking at anything but you for the moment. “I will take you at your word, Anon. I hope you don’t disappoint.”

“Oh, I don’t think I will. But if you want this again,” you began, pointing towards your recovering erection, “you’re going to have to do a few things for me.”

“Hah! You think I’ll bend to your whims just because you’ve given me a meal? Think again, you disgusting ape!”

“Whoa, chill it with the insults there. And I’m not expecting favors because I’ve already fed you,” you corrected, chuckling at the Changeling in front of you, “I’m asking because I know you’ll do anything to get more.”

“…you’re right. I could feed half the hive off of what you’ve already given me. Anything you ask of me would be worth the cost.”

“Damn straight. Now I’ve got a few questions for you while we wait. First, come here and get comfortable,” you commanded, patting your lap as she looked up at you with confusion. When she drew close enough to reach, you grabbed her by the barrel, spun her around, and sat her on your lap like one might a young child.

“Put me down! This is embarrassing! Do you know how vulnerable this position is?”

“I think you look cute,” you countered, watching her squirm but eventually resign to her fate. You brushed your hand along the soft flesh of her chest, feeling the tiniest amount of give before you felt a firm resistance, as if her entire body were bone with only a thin covering of skin. “Now tell me more about Changelings. The real story this time.”

“What do you mean the real story! Everything I said is the truth. We are the apex predators of Equestria and beyond, feeding off of ponies that live in constant fear of a Changeling invasion.”

“I think that’s bullshit. You couldn’t apex predator your way out of a cloth sack, not with how you were squirming on my dick not five minutes ago.”

“Shut up! That was different! You’re different. That… normally doesn’t happen,” Metamora began, “but you’re right. There’s no use lying about it. Changelings aren’t the rulers of this world. We barely scrape by on the love we can steal. Ponies don’t fear us because of our strength, but instead because we kidnap their kind to enslave for nourishment. We live in isolation with only a small few ever seeing light outside the hive. What we do, we do to survive, Anon. When I said I was about to die earlier, I meant it. I was about to bed a timberwolf to survive - how much love do you think you can get out of a dog made from trees?”

“Oh…” you said, not sure how to respond, other than holding her to you.

“So I mean it when I say that anything you ask of me would be worth it.”