“Oh Em,” you chuckled, “Didn’t get enough last night?”

You hadn’t even opened your eyes yet and there was already a suckling warmth on your dick. You could get used to this. You could really get used to this.

“Huh?” you heard Metamora call hazily as a presence behind you stirred.

“Oh fuck…” you realized. That was not Metamora suckling on your dick. You opened your eyes and sure enough, there was that cute little drone stuffing her face full of your meat with a look of utter concentration “Aphelion, why are you sucking my dick?”

“Did you just say Aphelion is sucking your dick?” Metamora asked groggily, maneuvering to perch her head on your chest so she could look over you.

“Don’t be mad,” you plead.

“Why would I be mad, it’s not like you're-” she started, her eyes finally focusing on the dark gray blob moving between your legs, “Aphelion! Are you sucking my Anon’s dick?”

She didn’t answer, continuing her oral assault with rapt focus.

“Em, hey… There’ll be plenty more chances to, just, holy fuck she’s good.”

“I can’t believe she would… And after last night too!” she grumbled, “Just… Tell me I’m better.”

“F-fuck… Her technique… she’s right up there,” you start, earning a scowl from Metamora, “…but I’d rather do this with you any time. I love you.”

“A-Anon!” she whimpered, shuddering like she usually did when you said those three words, “You can’t just say that to shut me up.”

“Em, I’m never going to just say that. I mean it. I’ll always mean it.”

Suddenly the door burst open, causing you to flip over to face it, whipping your dick free from Aphelion with a wet squelch. It was too late though, because as soon as you rolled to face the door, your orgasm overtook you, causing you to launch volley after volley of your especially voluminous seed straight towards the doorway. You opened your eyes to see a cum-drenched Pharynx staring at you with that same hunger from yesterday.

“Fuck!” you yelled, this was easily the most gay thing you had ever done. Pharynx licked his lips hungrily, a brief flash of his horn appearing to disappear all of the essence you had gifted him.

“Thanks for the meal, Anon…” Pharynx hummed.

“You can’t just barge in here!” you called back. “What ever happened to privacy?”

“Why would you need privacy? There is nothing in this hive that is private.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you sigh, “Well, what do you want then?”

“I come bearing great news. The Queen wishes to see both of you as soon as possible.”

“Queen Chrysalis…” Metamora whispered, “She asked for us both?”

“Yes. With the utmost urgency. Please if you would follow-”

It looks like Em had other plans. She was already up to her feet and making her way quickly to the door. You decided to follow suit, but not before doing something with the third occupant of the bed. You picked her up and carried her across the room, setting the smaller drone down on top of Pharynx’s back.

“Here Pharynx, keep my Aphelion warm for me. Bye!” you said, quickly rushing out the door to catch up to Metamora.

You rounded the corner and immediately could tell you were in rarefied air. The entire hallway was more meticulously designed, engraved with decoration and interspersed with well-worn tapestries hanging from the walls. You walked between a set of two motionless guards in armor that looked to be made of the same material as their carapace, eying another set blocking your path with spears crossed over the doorway ahead. Beyond them was an enormous, cavernous room that appeared to be slightly brighter than the rest of the hive.

As you drew close, the guards stiffened, waiting until you had come up to them before addressing you.

“State your names and business.”

“Infiltrator Metamora and Sir Anon, here upon request of her Highness.”

They stepped aside, clearing their spears from the doorway. Metamora waltzed forward with a new dignity in her stride, her head held high and her steps bringing her hooves higher off the ground. You too found yourself walking with more importance. You had fucked a princess, but you were about to meet a Queen! Before too much longer, you were staring at a truly enormous throne, carved from craggy green stone. As you approached, a familiar looking Changeling stepped out and climbed into the seat of the throne.

“Huh, she looks exactly like I thought she would,” you wink at Metamora.

“My Queen, I present you Sir Anon, human. A being of another plane and the most powerful source of love I have ever known. May our actions serve you,” she said, bowing deeply.

“Metamora,” Chrysalis spoke with a tone you couldn’t discern as positive or negative, “Pharynx tells me of your exploits since you’ve found this creature. Extracting his love repeatedly, gathering intelligence for our efforts, bedding a princess. Needless to say, as always, I am proud of your actions. The hive grows stronger on the backs of Changelings like you.”

“T-Thank you my Queen! I am not worthy of such praise!” she groveled, “Anon has… He has shown me such… such compassion, a feeling I have not yet grown used to. Any strength you see in me, I owe to him.”

Shit, you liked where this was going.

“Ah yes, Anon,” Chrysalis addressed, turning to look at you, “He who would aid a Changeling of his own will. Truly a unique specimen.”

“Howdy…” you offer weakly, not really sure what to say.

“What would you ask of us, my Queen?” Metamora inquired.

“I simply wish to understand firsthoof what has happened since Anon has come to Equestria.”

“Yes, I’d be glad to-”

“From him, Metamora. I already know what you have seen.”

“Cool,” you shrugged, “What’chu wanna know?”

“Tell me, Anon…” she inquired, “Is it true that you believe yourself to be in love with Metamora?”

“I more than believe it. I know it. And I know that she cares for me too.”

“Let me phrase my question another way. You purport to love a creature that can offer you nothing in return?”

“You’re so wrong there-”

“I am sorry my Queen,” Metamora apologized, “What he means to say is-”

“No, Metamora. Let him speak. I wish to hear his words exactly as they are,” Chrysalis corrected, “Now Anon, how do you believe me to be wrong?”

“You said she can offer me nothing in return. But that’s not true. What did Pharynx show you if he missed that detail?”

“Pharynx has shown us everything, as Metamora showed to him. Including how you persuaded Metamora to take my form the first time she extracted your love.”

Metamora shivered a bit, but she knew this moment was coming.

“Heh… Then you saw what we did after that as well.”

“Yes, and while I believe your choices in bad taste, I will not fault Metamora for pursuing them in the furtherance of her duties.”

She breathed a sigh of relief at her Queen’s words.

“Then how do you not understand?”

“I understand fully. You are a creature who transacts in lust, much in counterpoint to how we traffic in love. To that end I realize completely that you believe what Metamora provides you may one day be love, but it will never be.”

“You’re wrong!” you yell again.

“You think that no Changeling has ever tried to learn to love? In the many thousands of years of recorded history, there has never been one who succeeded. It is plainly impossible.”

“I refuse to believe that. What Em and I share… She may not love me yet, but I can feel it.”

“What you and Metamora share is a symbiosis. It is a beautiful thing, and worthy of great admiration, but it is not love. It can never be love.”

“Why not?”

“Do you always deal in such vague terms? The universe has answered your question time and time again, and always has it rewarded your hopes with death and destruction. It is unfair of you to ask her to sacrifice herself in such a way.”

“Your Highness,” Metamora interrupted, “I think he is right. I didn’t believe it myself at first, but since he first told me that he loved me, there’s been a warmth growing in me, something of my creation.”

“Holy shit Em, you’re pregnant?” you ask, completely misreading the situation.

“No, Anon, that’s not…” she trailed off, “I’m learning what it means to love. Even if I can’t yet.”

“It is a fools errand, Metamora. To love as a Changeling would be to sell your soul. It means weakness.”

“This is the first time in my life I’ve felt true strength, my Queen.”

“You have always worried too much, Metamora, but do not mistake false hope for strength. As you go down this path, you veer from what makes you great.”

“Can’t you believe this is possible? I’m willing to try even if it means failure, even if it means death. That’s what love is, Chrysalis, it is that willingness to sacrifice yourself for what you love, what you believe in. And I believe in her. I love Metamora.”

Metamora quivered at your words, a tear falling from her cheek. Even Chrysalis was temporarily taken aback, looking away as she finally came to answer you.

“I can’t believe anything. I am a pragmatist,” she conceded, “I have to be. With our numbers dwindling each and every day, I must ensure our survival by any means necessary. Survival does not predicate on theory, it predicates on action. I can’t devote hope to this when there are tried and true solutions at hoof.”

“Listen, I don’t agree with the ponies on this shit either, but kidnapping and rape aren’t cool. Not when you can-”

“Death,” Chrysalis snarled, “Death is not cool. I do not wish to discuss this further.”

“Then…” you lead, trying your luck, “One last question, if I may…”

“You may,” Chrysalis permitted.

“Since I’m, you know, this potent source of love or whatever… You’re probably totally interested in extracting that love right?”

“Absolutely. Should you wish to contribute to our stores, you may command Metamora or any other Changeling in this hive to attend to you.”

“What I meant was… Do you want to extract that love.”

“Anon!” Metamora yelled, staring daggers, “Excuse him!”

“Oh dear Anon, while I admire your ambition, I have a hive to rule. I can’t simply unshackle myself from these duties to gather love. I have so many other Changelings who would jump at the opportunity to make such a contribution.”

“So you’re not interested in some firsthand experience then?”

“I see no reason to tend to this personally. Unless you find yourself attracted to me, at which point Metamora has already proven herself capable of assuming my form.”

“I am so deeply sorry, your Highness.”

“Nonsense! You did as was required to harvest his love. Just as I hope you will continue to do,” she dismissed, “Speaking of, Metamora, your Queen is hungry and you seem to be positively radiating with love. Do you mind?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Metamora revered, lighting her horn and forming a pink beach ball of energy at the tip of her horn.

“Oh Metamora, that is plenty! You’ll spoil me!” Chrysalis called out, taking hold of the ball in her magic, “And such a strange color too!”

She levitated the ball closer to herself, watching it deform as if pulled gravitationally towards her. Inevitably the ball collided with her, spreading to cover her dark gray exoskeleton before dissipating.

“Wait,” she called, “Metamora… your love, it tastes… different. Tell me how you harvested it.”

“How about we demonstrate instead,” you offer, gesturing to your love.

“Excellent! Metamora, show me how you render this unique substance.”

“Yes, my Queen. But I would like to ask that, whatever happens, you remember that you approved such demonstration.”

Author's Note

I'm not going to have near enough time to develop Chrysalis out like I want. But the important details are all there, chiefly that she's not just Queen because she wants sex more than everyone else. Just like Celestia, she has responsibilities. The whole Chrysalis wants everything to herself trope always felt a little surreal.