Author's Note

Cornflower Blues takes place after Ponyvillains but before Decision.
This chapter brought to you by PVCmech as part of the Extra Chapter Challenge.

This chapter follows Cornflower as she tries to make the best of a sticky situation. Somehow things get even stickier when she involves Pharynx and Aphelion.

[Bonus][Act V] Cornflower Blues

“Wait!” Cornflower begged, tears in her eyes as she was stared down by two hungry Changelings.

“And what would we be waiting for?” Pharynx asked with venom in his voice.

“I don’t want this!” Cornflower cried, backing slowly into the small room that Pharynx and Aphelion had cornered her in.

“Of course you don’t, but you don’t have any choice in the matter. We’ve taken over your pathetic city and all the love in it belongs to us now.”

“No that’s not…” Cornflower tried to steel her resolve, “I don’t want you to take my love when I’d give it to you instead.”

“Come again?” Pharynx implored, “You want to give away your love?”

“Just like Anon gave his love to Metamora. I- I…” she hesitated, “I want to believe there is good inside of you.”

“You’ve met Queen Metamora?” Pharynx asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Yes, I knew both of them from their time here. And I…” Cornflower blushed, her voice dropping to a whisper, “I, um, got to know them rather intimately too.”

“You don’t mean to say that you’ve bedded my Queen?” Pharynx asked, a jealous incredulity in his voice.

“Well if I’m being specific… we both kind of tag-teamed Anon,” she nervously explained, “Oh, I’m so embarrassed!”

“Same!” Aphelion squeaked happily. Her exuberance clearly set Cornflower at ease, her gaze now warily trained on Pharynx.

“Well then,” Pharynx harrumphed, “If Queen Metamora deemed you worthy enough to bed her and her consort, then you have our attention.”

“Yup! All three of us, at attention,” Aphelion chuckled, “Me, Pharynx, and…”

“And?” Pharynx asked, looking down towards the plucky drone next to him.

“And your dick, obviously,” she retorted, “How could you not notice that, that thing almost broke the sound barrier as soon as she mentioned Em’s name.”

“That’s Queen Em- er, Queen Metamora,” Pharynx scolded, trying to change the subject, “I know we raised you better than that.”

Aphelion’s expression soured at Pharynx’s admonishment. One of these days she’d have to teach him how to have fun.

“Now… Cornflower, was it?” Pharynx asked, refocusing on the less thorny of the two mares.

“Yes, I-”

“Suppose we take you up on your offer…” Pharynx hypothesized, “What benefit would we derive?”

“…Well Metamora said being given love is better than taking it,” Cornflower explained, “But I don’t know how that all works. What I do know is that I had a lot of fun. Enough fun to want more. I don’t see why this would be any different.”

“You act as if you have a choice in the matter. Can’t you see that we’ve defeated you?”

“You haven’t defeated anypony,” Cornflower disagreed, a streak of defiance in her voice, “I don’t want to fight you, we don’t want to fight you. We want to offer peace, to coexist!”

“Coexist? There’s no way,” Pharynx dismissed, “There is no equilibrium between our kinds. There is no give, only take.”

“Your Queen would disagree,” Cornflower tried to explain, “Before the invasion she and the Princesses promised a way forward for Changeling and Pony alike. Can’t you believe in that? Don’t you want to believe in that?”

“If you can show us this love that exists to be given,” Pharynx offered, “Then we can talk about what there is, or is not, to believe in.”

“Before we… Could you tell me your names at least?”

“I suppose we cou-”

“I’m Aphelion!” she chirped, nuzzling her purple-haired compatriot, “and this is Pharynx. He acts all serious, but he’s really a big softie as long as you show him a good time.”

She ducked underneath Pharynx’s barrel and placed a quick kiss on the side of his still-firm shaft.

“Aphelion!” Pharynx shouted, kicking one of her hindlegs gently. He stared angrily at the diminutive drone just long enough to miss Cornflower turning around. By the time he noticed movement and refocused his attention-

“Do we have a deal, Pharynx?” Cornflower asked, presenting a very attractive offer.

Pharynx stammered for a moment. Of course it was because he wasn’t used to anypony offering themselves to him, and it definitely wasn’t anything to do with the fact that he very much appreciated the view.

“If you don’t do something, I’m going to,” Aphelion whispered into Pharynx’s ear, her desire similarly stoked.

Pharynx shook his head, as if to brush away the cloud of lust assaulting him, “You’re serious about this?”

“Of course I am,” Cornflower explained, “The last time I trusted a Changeling it was… delightful.”

“I’m not going to change for your amusement,” Pharynx declared.

“Wha- I-”

“Of course, there’s the caveat,” he pointed out triumphantly, “Always a fucking catch with you ponies.”

“That’s not-”

“That’s not what? Not going according to your precious plan? What a shame.”

“Pharynx!” Aphelion shouted, drawing him out of his tirade, “She’s trying to say something, behave yourself.”

He stared briefly at her, confused by her admonishment, then grudgingly turned to hear Cornflower out.

“I never asked you to change,” Cornflower explained, turning to face Pharynx “Metamora showed me the most beautiful part is in here.”

She pressed her hoof gently to Pharynx’s chest, her warm, caring gaze locking with his cold, stoic stare. Then she leaned in for a kiss; Pharynx obliged.

“Come on stud,” Cornflower beckoned, delighting in his vision locked on her as she turned around for the final time, “You know what to do…”

Pharynx let out a deep, instinctual grunt as he lunged for his prey.

“Oh yes!” Cornflower squealed as she prepared for Pharynx to mount her.

He, however, had other plans. Despite wanting to assert his dominance, he still wanted to make sure Cornflower enjoyed it- er, made as much love as possible. Yeah, that.

“Pharynx?” she asked, looking over her shoulder just in time to see what he had planned, “Oh- Ah!”

His muzzle met with her marehood roughly and without warning, his tongue crashing the beachhead of her pleasure, his ambition to wear down her inhibitions and enrapture her. And if Aphelion happened to see, and happened to like what she saw… Well the consequences of her arousal were often well received.

“Oh Pharynx, you didn’t have t-” she shuddered, feeling him lick a particularly sensitive spot, “Ah!”

Yes, just like that. He could already taste the first threads of love peeling away from her, unraveling as he continued to stimulate her glistening sex.

“W-Wow…” Aphelion exhaled, moaning softly to herself as her hoof moved between her legs; Anon would be proud. Even she could already sense the love Pharynx was squeezing out of the adorable, sweet mare they had captured. He had good taste in more ways than one.

“Fuck,” Pharynx swore, pulling away for a moment to escape the pounding assault of her floral scent, her effervescent lust. His plan to get her worked up, to make her lose control was precipitously close to backfiring on him. He could feel his dick straining to find somewhere to sheathe itself.

“W-What are you waiting for?” Cornflower asked, any remaining shred of timidity that Anon hadn’t already fucked out of her torn to shreds by her unquenchable need and the irredeemable taboo of the situation she found herself in.

Pharynx growled, a primal noise that made Cornflower’s fur stand on end. He jumped atop her, feeling the soft, pliant give of her soft fur and well-rounded flanks under his unforgiving chitin. But the firmest part of his body was currently still awaiting contact. In a frenzied shuffle, he stumbled forward, feeling himself at first lance high and brush his stallionhood against her back. The sweet contact, even if it wasn’t what he inevitably wanted, was enough to earn a steaming shot of his abundant Changeling precum.

On the second thrust, he hit his mark, feeling his blunt head spearing the tight canal of his willing pony partner. They moaned in tandem as he slowly pressed inside.

“F-Fuck, you’re huge!” she screamed, his length not but halfway buried. He pulled back slowly, fighting against the instinct to just let go and bury himself inside.

He pressed forward again, gently driving himself further than before. As he went to reverse directions once more, he felt the air around him heavy with love to consume.

Once more he withdrew all but the tip, grasping more firmly before thrusting back in to the hilt. Now that he was finally buried inside of her, the real fun began. Now that he was finally buried inside her, he could let instinct take over. He could get to work without anything to distract him…

“Phaaaaaarynx…” Aphelion whined, trying to downplay the obviousness her well-dampened hoof, “you’re leaving me out of the fun!”

“Nhh, you’ll get your chance with her in a minute squirt,” he dismissed, “soon as I’ve had my fill of her love.”

“I don’t want…” Aphelion trailed off, looking away solemnly, “I want you Pharynx.”

“You…” Pharynx started, losing focus on the task at hand, “huh?”

“I l… I lu-…” she stammered before finding her resolve, “Damnit, I fucking love you Pharynx!”

“W-what?” Pharynx gasped. Between the billowing love from Cornflower and the sharp arrow from Aphelion that freshly pierced his heart, he was having trouble thinking straight.

“Oh Pharynx!” Cornflower squealed, feeling him start to flare inside of her, “c-come on, you can do it!”

“I-” he hesitated, leaning in closer to Cornflower as if the war raging in his mind threatened to topple him off her back, “Wha- I…”

Pharynx could feel the threads of those words hanging in the air, he just needed to figure out how to tie them together, how to make them real. One look at Aphelion over his shoulder and he knew. He knew that even if those words went without saying, telling her how much she meant would be worth it. Worth the pain, the confusion, the uncertainty.

“Aphelion I-” he cried, teetering right on the edge, “I love you too!”

And as he let his feelings free, so too did release wash over him, mixing with the sweet taste of love in the air and the bitter realization that some of it was his.

Pharynx woke up some untold amount of time later, seeing double as he started to ascertain his surroundings. There was that wonderful pony over there - wait, over there - wait… No there were definitely two of them.

“Pharynx,” they said in unison, each presenting themselves to him, “Ready for round two?”

“What am I-” he tried, rolling to his hooves as if standing would bring him perspective, “Why are there two of you?”

“Well we thought you might…” one of them began.

“…might want to have some fun,” the other finished.

“Which one of you is-”

“Cornflower?” they both said in unison again, walking towards each other, “I am!”

“Better hurry up,” one said, wrapping her hooves around the other.

“Or I might get tired playing with myself,” the other finished, locking lips with her clone in a heated embrace.

Pharynx was starting to realize that he was going to enjoy this, he might, maybe, just a little bit, even love it.

“See what I mean,” the real Cornflower cooed, “There’s so much more love to give than there ever is to take.”

“It’s beautiful!” Aphelion gushed, staring fondly at the whirling ball of mixed colors above the intertwined trio.

“Beautiful indeed,” a sinister voice cackled, “But I think I’ll take it all anyway.”

Chrysalis grinned as she devoured all but the barest threads of love in the room.

“Every sip more refreshing than the last,” Chrysalis bellowed, her wings flaring menacingly, “but I still thirst.”

As the Queen alighted in search of more love, Cornflower focused on what little was left within.

“I love you two,” she whispered, fighting against the pull of sleep, “don’t let her corrupt that.”

And as exhaustion finally overtook her, Pharynx and Aphelion found themselves energized. Chrysalis had taken all the love there was to take, but she could never take all the love there was to give.