“I think I know just the thing, then,” you smirk, “Yeah, I know exactly the thing.”

“Command me as you will.”

“Remember that part where you said you’d have to turn into a little filly to be able to feel anything?”

“Anon that’s disgusting! For being so high and mighty about not wanting to screw an animal, you sure made the jump to foalcon easily.”

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong. See, it doesn’t really matter to me what form you’re in now. I’d probably even fuck you like you are,” you explained, your grin unbearable, “But I have a specific filly in mind.”

“A specific filly? You said it yourself that I’m the only creature you’ve seen since you got here,” she asked, her mind trying to out pace your dastardly plan, “The only forms you’ve seen are mine and that of my Queen… wait, no you’re not thinking-”

“Filly Chrysalis!” you exclaim, the logical conclusion to her train of thought.

“Filly Queen Chrysalis” Metamora retorted immediately, her loyalty to the Changeling crown so ingrained that she completely missed the context when she corrected you.

“Yes, exactly that!”

“Hold on! I wasn’t agreeing with you. I just, you can’t-”

“What was all that about anything being worth the cost?”

“You’re doing this just to annoy me aren’t you?” She deadpanned. You nodded back enthusiastically. “I can’t believe you’re going to make me do this.”

“So you’re going to do it?” you ask in disbelief. Surely this was a bridge too far. Nonetheless, you watch as the green flame washes over her once more, this transformation working in counterpoint to the one you witnessed earlier. Her frame shrank significantly, making you tighten your grip on her so she wouldn’t slip out of your lap entirely. You realized you couldn’t feel the fire of her transformation, as it should have at least singed the hairs on your chest. When she was done, she sat in your lap, an unbelievably small creature not much bigger than a large housecat. Her features were identical to the monarch she previously wore, just reduced in size significantly.

“I gave you my word,” she answered, her voice now higher but still soft and silken.

“Wow, I didn’t think you’d… I was just joking,” you cackled, once again squeezing the Changeling on your lap.

“Funny,” she said, “I was entirely serious. Now you’re going to fuck my tiny filly pussy and fill me full of your love until one of us passes out. And I so dearly hope that is you, because if it is I might just keep going until I pass out too.”

“Hold on! I don’t want this! I was just trying to get your goat!”

“What do goats have to do with any of this?”

“It’s an expression! Just hold on. There’s no way I could get hard for a literal child.”

“That’s a rich lie. I can already feel your dick raging to get inside of my tight fillyhood. I think you might be even harder than you were last time. I wonder what turns you on more, the depravity of it or the fact that I’m just as turned on as you are? You know, you can do whatever you want because I’m not a literal child. I’m the same changeling you already stuck your dick inside, I just look different.”

“F-Fuck. When did you get so okay with this?”

“I can taste emotions. When I saw how eager you were to exercise that power trip over me, I knew I had to take it away from you. Plus when I return with enough love to keep the hive fed for a week, the Queen will applaud me even with such blasphemy.”

“So you’re turned on by being a little filly?”

“I’m turned on by the fact that I’m going to actually feel your dick this time,” she retorted instantly, shifting on your lap and bringing your head in contact with the lips of her soaked marehood.

“Oh you fucker… You’re going to regret saying that,” you promised, spearing her just the smallest bit upon your head as you positioned her for entry, “You could barely handle me last time and now you’re going to feel it twice as much.”

“Do it, pervert.” Metamora coaxed. She looked up at you and locked eyes as she straightened her entire form in preparation.

You grabbed her, encircling her waist with your hands and guiding her down onto your shaft. There was much more resistance this time, and you sank into her an inch at a time. She squealed as you entered her, her insides gripping you with absurd tightness. Just as you were about to hilt inside her, you felt the head of your dick come to rest against a firm barrier, her breath hitching in her throat as she squirmed for that last inch she couldn’t fit.

“Fuck, I filled you up this time, huh?”

“Hive you’re huge. Let me just catch my-” she started. You tightened your grip around her waist and started to lift her up again. “No, no stop. Hold on, I’m not read- oh. Shiiiit fine go ahead.”

“Silly filly, if anyone needs to hold on it’s you,” you smirked, raising her to the apex of your shaft, letting your head slip almost free, “cause if you needed to catch your breath already then you’re in for a world of hurt.”

“Nhh, we’ll see who is hurting after we’re done. I’ll wring your dick dry for sure this time.”

You didn’t respond, instead starting to lower her back down upon your dick, feeling her stretch around you and convulse as you reached certain spots. You still felt the same resistance as earlier, but you just pulled her down onto your dick, not content to let gravity take care of business this time. Right as you reached that same barrier once more, you pulled your hips back, rocking away from her as you started to lift her incredibly light frame again. This went on for several minutes, a gentle lift followed by a swift descent. Each time that barrier moved slightly further inward until at last you completely hilted within her.

“Why aren’t you cumming, you little slut?” you asked, realizing that last time she was like a fountain on your dick. You waited for her response but saw that she was deep in concentration. You realized that on top of her head, that horn glowed with an eerie green light, coalescing into a ball of what looked like glowing blue liquid at the tip, occasionally pulling in a wisp of energy from the air around it. “The fuck is this?” you asked as you reached for her horn. She realized too late what your intention was and screamed out as your hand was about to close in around her magical appendage.

“Wait! Hold- augh…” she started, freezing as your hand finally enclosed around her jagged horn. The ball of light immediately collapsed like a broken egg, pouring at first down the horn and then washing over Metamora much like the green flame of her transformations. As soon as the wave of light reached her chest she screamed out like the air was actually being forced out of her, her voice sharp enough to shatter glass. But the wave continued unimpeded, rapidly enclosing in on her nethers. Once it washed over her crotch it disappeared. She froze again for a brief moment, as if the entire consciousness had left her body. Before long, though, she started quivering all over, inside and out. Her quivering grew into more sizable tremors, her entire form squirming with what seemed to be only one goal: getting your dick as far inside her as possible.

“Anon you…” she trailed off, “Shit I’m c-c- oh Anon don’t stop!” she screamed as you lifted her up and bottomed out once more. Instantly her pussy clamped down on you, milking in strong, fast contractions that would rapidly become an issue for you. In order to hold out longer yourself, you tried your hardest to pull yourself out, getting about halfway out before you felt yourself pressed into a spongier part of her canal. As you crossed that landmark, the force on your dick doubled. Between the force and the fact that you were already on your way out, this served to push you out from her vice.

“A-Anon it’s not stopping” she squealed, eyes pleading for something, but you didn’t know what. You held her tight as she rode out her intense orgasm. She just kept convulsing in your arms as you tried to still her. After another minute or so, she finally relaxed, going slack against your chest and panting heavily.

“Y-you bully! I just came like seven times from that!”

“From what?” you asked.

“A spell you interrupted that let me redirect excess pleasure. When I knew I couldn’t handle it anymore I was going to dose you with it and make you wish you had never messed with me.”

“Jesus that’s fucking intense.”

“But you ruined it you vile, vile creature. …Making me cum like that without even asking me,” she pouted, “Warn me the next time you do something like that.”

“So I can do it again?”

“Sh-Shut up! Just stick your dick back inside me and get to fucking. You can worry about that later.”

“Yes, my queen.”

She groaned until your dick started to sink into her once more, converting her groan of disdain into one of pleasure.

“I’m, uh… not really anywhere near close so if you did want to start saving up again…” you started, “Maybe I’ll actually let you do it this time.”

“You’d really let me…” she smiled genuinely, “o-okay then.” The green aura started around her horn, the tiniest bead of energy hovering over its tip. This time you noticed the forming ball was an almost purple color. Would you have been more mindful you might have wondered what that meant, but you had other things on your mind - er dick - at the moment.

For minutes you carried on, occasionally changing up the rhythm or speed, watching as that purple ball doubled the size of its earlier blue counterpart. You felt yourself drawing ever closer to your peak, and you decided to switch up the position. In one smooth movement you picked Metamora up, spun her around, and shoved her back down onto your dick. You cradled her neck and let her do the work for now, drawing her head into your chest, bringing that ball of energy to near eye level.

“I’m getting really-” you started, watching Metamora dart her head upwards to look at you.

“Me too. Are you ready?”

You nodded, squeezing her tighter against your body.

“Then kiss me, you idiot,” she asked, staring at you intently.

You leaned in, craning your head uncomfortably to meet the diminutive stature of the creature riding you.

“Oh, I meant to ask why your orgasm ball was purple this time,” you thought aloud before going for a kiss.

Her eyes widened and she tried to say something as your mouth met hers. You watched as the purple ball deepened in color, reddening and doubling in size as she tried to squirm away from your kiss. Within moments the ball exploded, raining down upon both of you. Suddenly you felt exactly what you had seen her experience; it was like an orgasm in reverse, starting at your head and racing down your chest towards your dick. You screamed into Metamora’s mouth, a move she copied.

Before you knew it, you were cumming. But not like usual. There were no jets of semen, no tapering off. This was a constant firehose of seed, well past the point that you knew you should be firing blanks. You watched as cum spilled out around your already messy coupling, soaking you and the ground. Metamora wasn’t faring any better, she was already completely slack against you, twitching limply against your body.

Author's Note

A little Changeling never hurt anyone...