“So you’re gonna change into queen bugbutt, right?”

“Anon!” Metamora yelled, exasperated, “Show a little respect!”

“Sorry…” you chuckle, “Never have been good at that one… so…”

“You’re impossible.” She sighed, “If my Queen gives her permission, I suppose I-”

“Hey Queenie,” you yell, “Em’s got this weird exhibition thing, and she’s got it baaaad.”

“Anon!”

“Shh, Em… I know you’re too embarrassed to say it. Anyway, she can’t get turned on in front of someone else unless she looks like them, so…”

“You think fucking her while she looks like me is going to convince me to partake, don’t you?”

“Well I wouldn’t have put it like that but…” Nope, you’d put it pretty much exactly like that.

“I don’t understand why you’d want to bed me, or anyone other than the one you claim to be your beloved. She can be anything you want, but you want something else simply because it exists?”

“My dick defies limitation. I can’t hold myself to just one person, even if she’s the best thing I’ve ever had. I’m dumb and ultimately self-destructive like that. Get it from my dad probably.”

“Well you have my permission, but I must warn you that you’re not going to get what you want.”

Metamora didn’t even say a word, just a flash of green and another Queen staring at your rapidly stiffening dick.

“I've got exactly what I want right here” you motioned, “Wow, Em... kinda seems like you wanted it too.”

“I did not!” she denied, “It’s just… I feel powerful like this.”

“Oh my god, you do have a weird exhibition thing!”

“Shut up! You’re the worst!”

“Fine, Fine. But hey, um, you think we can one up yesterday?” you whispered, “What do you think it would take to get your queen drunk like Aphelion?”

Metamora’s eyes widened, then narrowed, then she grinned back at you.

“I think… I think we can make that happen,” she whispered back, that adorable blush you loved so much shining on her cheeks.

“You keep being that cute and I’ll bend you over and fuck you right here and now.”

“I-I’m not cute!” she pouted.

“Fuuuuck. Come on, turn around. I’m gonna jizz all over you just like I did with Pharynx if I don’t get inside you right fucking now.”

“What are you waiting for, then…” she moaned, turning to face away from you and lifting her tail so that it fell over her back, “Come give your Queen what she desires.”

Chrysalis arched her eyebrows at this, contemplating whether she wanted to react more noticeably. She let it slide.

“What my queen desires, huh?” you chuckle, “you’re this worked up already?”

“It’s not every day that a Changeling gets to perform in front of her Queen as her Queen.”

“Fuck, this is why I love you,” you breathed, not even thinking about the effect your words would have on Metamora. Her hindlegs immediately widened, her marehood winking as a small spurt of her lime-tinted liquid leaked forth. “Holy shit! I wanted to get straight to the action, but maybe I need to make sure you don’t cum as soon as I put it in.”

“Anon, you do anything other than shove your dick in my pussy and I’ll break it off and shove it in your ass.”

“You’d never.”

“Try me.”

“I just might...” you smirked, kneeling behind her and bringing the back of your hand to stroke along her drenched slit.

“Aaanon…” she squealed, “Don’t fucking tease me!”

“Just getting all lubed up,” you chuckled. “How else am I gonna fit my entire arm inside you?”

She practically jumped at your words, recoiling nervously but not quite ready to stop you.

“Oh come on, you’re a big girl now… You can handle it,” you encourage, beginning to spear her on your hand.

As soon as you had the beginnings of a few fingers inside her, all of the sudden her hesitation turned into constant pressure back against your intruding hand. You had no trouble whatsoever getting in to the last knuckles, only meeting the slightest resistance as the width of your wrist spread her to her limit.

“Fuuuuck,” she moaned, still pressing back hard against you, “and I thought your dick was big.”

“Silly bug, my dick is huge,” you snickered, moving to curl your hand against that spot inside her you were growing so good at finding. Her legs started trembling and she stopped being able to push back quite so forcefully. Before she could catch her breath, you closed your hand into a loosely balled fist and drove your arm as deep as it would go. You pulled back, your arm slick with her wetness, her scent clinging to everything as you drove her wild. Chrysalis stared wide-eyed at your creative use of her subject, her gaze locked on the steady advance and retreat of your arm.

With a few more thrusts, and careful attention to how she reacted to your efforts, you could already tell Em was getting close. You had to get this first one out of the way quick, cause you wanted her to last when you finally made sweet, sweet love to her. You just had no idea how quick you would be able to make it happen, surprised completely when her walls bore down on you, locking you in place as she gushed and moaned with abandon.

“There we go, Em… All nice and warmed up,” you affirmed, drawing your arm out of her slowly and standing back up.

“Anon,” she growled, a viciousness in her tone that you had never heard before, “Dick inside me right fucking now.”

“If only you were just a hair taller,” you hinted, watching Metamora’s head whip back to see how much additional height she needed. Before you even registered that she had acknowledged your idea, she started growing noticeably, her size now large enough to dwarf Chrysalis by a good foot or so, her long slender legs and beautiful scuplted hips both growing in proportion to line her impatient sex up with your pride, “Oh shit, I didn’t think you’d.”

“Stop. Talking.” She commanded, pressing back into you with exacting accuracy, the first few inches of your dick sinking into her with ease. You did as you were told, leaning forward and pushing yourself onward to sink into her folds. Was she tighter than usual or was she… Shit, she was using her magic to… Fuck that felt good. If she was going to show off like this, you needed to convince her to fuck you in front of royalty more often.

She ground back against you on each thrust, her motions combining with your own to fill the room with the wet, resounding chorus of your thighs against her flanks. She was practically flooding you with her juices, each thrust leaving you with a hearty trickle of her liquid dripping from your union onto the floor below. You couldn’t help but go even harder, leaning over her and wrapping an arm around her barrel. You started to rapidly piston yourself inside of her, going as fast as physics and biology allowed, then pushing the envelope just a little bit more. Because, fuck it, she deserved it.

Before long you noticed the wonderful anomaly you had grown so used to forming around you. Little shooting stars of pink drawing slow, lazy arcs through the air around you, each thrust seeming to bring a few more of them into existence. You still didn’t understand quite what it meant or what you were seeing, but you knew that the more of those little comets you saw the more Em was enjoying this.

“How ya doin’ up there bugbutt?” you grunted between thrusts.

“This is…” she shuddered, “How do you keep getting better every time we…”

“You keep raising the stakes,” you explain, “And this dick was not made to disappoint.”

She didn’t have a response to that, of course you couldn’t really blame her. But nonetheless, you continued your slow crescendo towards a familiar peak, hearing Metamora moan and squeal in delight with every move you make. Some of the pink trails slowly turned a shining white, darting around the two of you at rapid speed.

“Hey Em, I got something to tell you,” you start.

“Right now, Anon?” she squeaked out, “Can’t it wait?”

“No. Now listen real close here, I don’t want anyone else to hear what I’ve gotta say.”

“Anon! Quit being so cagey and just fuck me! I need you to fuck me!”

“You don’t want a little more?” you whispered, stroking along her assumed mane, “Don’t want me to remind you that I love you more than anything?”

The air around you was humming with energy. New strands of pink joined in the swirling mass of now mostly white comets, zipping around until they too grew to a glowing white. A second, closer sphere was forming as zips of white wisped away, falling toward the center and changing again to a beautiful, shimmering gold. As the outer sphere grew in size, the inner sphere shrank until it could only encapsulate you and Metamora, transforming from a loose mesh to a solid shell as more and more energy fell from the outer sphere to become like their gold brethren.

“Anon,” she whispered, “I-I think I can say it. I think I- I-”

“Come on, Em. You can do it!” you goaded, thrusting into her as hard as humanly possible

“I-” she hesitated, drawing a deep breath and steadying herself to the best of her ability, “I-”

Fuck, you could tell it was close, she just needed… One. More. Push.

“Oh Anon I-” she shivered, “I’m cumming!”

She went rigid, every muscle inside and out tensing to its maximum. You felt yourself cross the threshold you hadn’t even realized was upon you. Your vision went white as you were blinded by the collapsing sphere. Her hooves buckled, sending you toppling over her and falling to the ground, your dick coming free from her tight embrace. You rolled to your side, landing next to her.

After a moment, you realized her occasional shivers weren’t aftershocks of pleasure. They were quiet sobs, her face turned away from you as much as she could. It pained you to know that despite the beautiful moment you shared, she couldn't get what she wanted. You almost wanted to cry with her. You cradled her chin, coaxing her to turn toward you, seeing the sheen of tears glistening over her matte chitin.

“I’m so sorry… I thought I… I wanted. I…”

“Don’t be sorry. You know I don’t need three silly words to know how you feel.”

“They’re not three silly words, Anon. They’re-” she sobbed, “I know how much they mean to you.”

“Which is why I’m glad you’re not saying it before you’re ready. When you finally say those three words, Em, I want it to be because you can’t help yourself.”

“I can’t help myself,” she said, her tears slowing, “I can’t help anything.”

“Em,” you sighed, “Don’t think like that. I know you wish it were easier, but the best things in life never are, and you’re the best thing in my life.”

“Anon, every time you make love to me, the only thing I make is a fool of myself. I’m a sad, weak, pitiful excuse for a Changeling and I’m not worth your love.”

“You’re worth so much more than the love I can give you, Metamora. You just worry too much.”

“I- I-” she hesitated, leaning into you, “I do, don’t I.”

“Just a bit. And about the dumbest things too.”

“You’re right,” she said, a sadness to her voice, but also a redeeming happiness, “I’m sorry.”

“No apologies, just promise you’ll stop beating yourself up and just let whatever happens, happen?”

“Promise.”

You heard a loud thud as Chrysalis fell forward off of her throne, writhing loosely on the ground with a pleased look on her face.

Author's Note

I was falling asleep writing this, and I figured when I went back to review it there would be a lot of work needed. Somehow, though, it turned out mostly okay. I actually like this chapter, and I surprised myself with the sharpness of some of Anon's remarks. With as out of it as I was writing this, it was almost like reading someone else's writing - I didn't remember a single thing about it.

While that was an interesting exercise, I'm gonna... not do it again. I need to get back to having a buffer of chapters because writing so close to release is really messing with my ability to see the big picture.