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Pheromones

The forest floor was an unbroken carpet of auburn and yellow. The fallen leaves largely undisturbed and brittle; the tree tops looking like amber jewels from afar. Few things ever ventured into the wood that surrounded the immense and ever billowing volcano of the dragon’s island. Scant things lived within it as well. The odd couple of insects and the occasional courageous little bird who wandered too far off its regular migratory trail. It was of such little note in fact, it didn’t even possess a name. Dragons didn’t need fuel for fires, nor did they need wooden houses or furniture, common sense would dictate why. And it is for those reasons that the forest remained untouched, unnamed and largely unnoticed…

Making it the perfect place for a soiree.

From the forest’s edge, it was entirely possible to hear a lover’s tune. A far off pair of giggles, each possessing a dainty pitch, joyous and carefree. Following the border of the wood, a keen eye would be able to make out a trail of mulched leaves, the untidy path was wormed sporadically between the large oak trees.

It was a chase!

At the end of the trail, hooves continued to trample down upon the ground with gusto; kicking up some of the mulch behind them. Shimmers of sunlight came through the tree tops, illuminating the way forward as well as revealing to the runner his target. His mark jumped from tree to tree; occasionally using her wings to carry herself across the larger gaps. The speed at which she did this made her look like a blue streak of light, as her scales shimmered from the sparse sunlight which bounced off her majestic form.

“Come on slowpoke, we’re almost there!” she taunted with a coy grin, the she-dragon throwing back a provocative eye – coloured like rubies, even in the low light - resuming her leaps and pounces; her tail flicking with beckon.

“Do I sound out of breath to you, Ember?” he called back, laughing. The two had been running for a good thirty minutes now, the princess leading her lover to a special and isolated spot within the expansive wood.

Their love was an affair, a secret between states... or so they believed. There was some flimsy justification for the secrecy. Something involving geopolitics, and the worry over what a changeling-dragon alliance would bring to the world. There was also shoddily concocted fear that the members of their respective species would dislike their monarch seeking love outside of their own kind. However, both knew, deep down, that it was all dung. In truth, they found enjoyment in believing that their love – if made public – would be considered taboo and scandalous. The secrecy added an air of excitement to the whole thing, even if it was the worst kept secret of both kingdoms. But love wouldn’t be love if both parties were thinking rationally would it? And besides. It was fun.

Ember made a final leap, leaving claw marks on the brown bark, landing on her feet in the middle of a large clearing. She turned to her lover with closed eyes and open arms, her lips curled into a proud smile. “Well, what d’ya think my changeling princ- hurk!”

Her 'prince,' who was in reality a king, pounced on her, sending her rolling to the ground; the changeling assuming a position atop her, looking down into her rubies with his amethysts. “Caught you,” he stated quietly but no less triumphantly. He then his eyes cast around in a cursory survey, smirking, looking back at the dragon. “It’s pretty,” he remarked, grinning. “And dare I say: romantic?”

“Shut up,” she replied with a pout; her blue cheeks adopting a deep shade of red as she threw her arms around the changeling’s neck, bringing him closer to her body. As she did, her eyes widened in shock, before her lips cracked into a smile. “Wow, you’re certainly eager today, aren’t ya?”

“You bet,” he confirmed, purring. He planted kisses right after on her neck, earning giggles from the princess. Thorax’s member was rigid, almost painfully so. He didn’t want to worry her, but his head couldn’t focus on anything else but the risque. About fifteen minutes after pursuing her, he felt his abdomen tighten as his cock was forced free of its sheathe. Forced. He might have loved the sight of Ember’s subdued voluptuousness, but he wasn’t a hair trigger. Without any stimuli his member began to bounce against the underside of his stomach, flicking pre against his belly and the forest’s floor. He tried to focus on the chase, physically feeling his green stones swell and churn with seed that begged to get out. Even atop his love, his sage sceptre continued to twitch and throb, pulsating with ‘need’ more so than ‘want.’

“Oh, you feel bigger today,” Ember moaned, feeling Thorax lightly push his hips against her, gliding his slick cock across her belly. “You’re not cheating are you?” she asked coyly, her reciprocating his grinding by pushing her stomach against his fat member, savouring the sound of his moan.

“All natural!” he replied honestly, smiling back at her. Normally, he'd take offence at such an accusation, but he was a tad preoccupied with certain other feel something as minute as 'offence.'

“Well, if that’s going in me, I’m gonna need to be nice and wet,” she purred. She parted her legs invitingly, her index finger scratching his chin.

Thorax smiled, but inside her felt his heart punching against his ribs, his gut tied into knots – impatient and horny. “Have I ever skipped foreplay? It’s the best part,” he said to her. Whilst he knew it to be the truth, for some reason, it felt like a lie. At that moment, at least. To distract himself from this, he leant forwards a little hastily, mashing his lips with hers; forcing his long forked tongue past her lips and into her maw – both moaning as their tongues fought with each other.

Ember was a little confused by Thorax’s eagerness. He was capable of being passionate, true, but this felt… different. More… carnal? She never saw this side to him before. He was usually chaste, more of a romantic than a, well, not-romantic. Ember liked that side of him, although, in the moment, she liked this side of him. Perhaps in moderation than all the time. As to why he was acting in such a way: perhaps he was just experimenting? Her mind continued to think like this all throughout their kiss, trying to temper his wrestling tongue with her own more agile tongue wiggling, although it didn’t relax his movements any.

Eventually Ember pushed him away, waggling her eyebrows, her fingers clasped on either side of his jaw. “As much I love making out with you, Thorax, I’m beginning to get a little impatient myself,” she told him. “I want you inside of me, my prince,” she cooed, “but I can’t take your monster inside of me yet.”

Thorax felt his dick throb at her mention of ‘monster.’ He was like any other male in the regard he liked his member receiving praise. With a grin, he nodded. “Right away,” he acquiescence, smiling, before descending down her, planting wet kisses down Ember's cyan underbelly.

Eventually, his hooves were pressed against the insides of her thigh, his breaths glancing off the tight blue crease between her legs. Unless you knew it was there, Ember’s pussy was difficult to see. Although, at that moment, Ember didn't exactly make it difficult. Thorax felt his semen churners twitch as her scent waft into his nose. Trailing down from her labia, the spot between the bottom of her slit and her cute blue star, was a glistening of the dragon’s feminine nectar. Ember squirmed under his hoofs, his breaths made her tingle oh so pleasantly; her feminine crease squeezing around a length she longed for.

Thorax brought a hoof to one of her lips, half-spreading the glistening pink gorge apart, revealing to Thorax Ember’s priceless treasure. Unlike ponies, Ember’s vagina didn’t possess a winking clit or full control over every muscle inside her honeypot. It was foreign, exotic, and he liked it. Not because it was ‘different,’ but because it was Ember’s. Simple as. His second hoof joined the other in spreading her, Ember releasing a cute squeal at having herself so bared before her lover. Thorax could see her canal trying to bring something in to fill it. Maybe the changeling wasn’t so alone in feeling a primal compulsion to breed. Although, the use of that term, ‘breed,’ made the changeling raise a brow, although he was quick to dismiss it. A thought conjured of the moment, nothing more.

Leaning forwards, Thorax’s tongue peeked out from his lips. His forked muscle flicked against the she-dragon’s button, earning an immediate mewl from her; thighs quivering. A second lick earned a spasm from her cunt, her toes curling. The bundle of nerves sent miniature shock waves throughout her. Ember already found her breathing heavy. She knew it had been a while since they last were intimate but she didn’t think she was this pent up. His tongue was like a pleasurable whip, striking her just right against her nub. She shook, her back arching as his tongue went to explore her depths. It was long and very flexible. It wiggled within her pink trench, scraping against every inch of her silken soft walls; her nectar being lapped up by the eager bug. Thorax was prepared to go even further. His hooves pushed under her backside, trying to force his long tongue to go even deeper within her. He felt his tongue smash against a barrier inside – her cervix – and tried to cover every inch of her wet love tunnel. However, he felt Ember clench around him, and immediately, the she-dragon used her foot to push his head away from her.

“I need you inside of me,” she panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was right at the edge of climax, ecstasy a hair’s width away, and she needed to be tipped over the edge by having him plunge deep into her. “Now!” she commanded, her voice carrying the full weight of her royal authority.

Thorax felt as though he lost the capabilities to speak. He may have made a witty remark in compliance, or even a grunt, but he eagerly climbed up his lover with a ravenous grin. His cock meat trembled with need, every vein protruding, looking like a spider’s web all up his length, pumping and throbbing with warm blue blood. Precum pooled at the base of Ember’s tail, and by the time Thorax reached Ember’s lips, the broad tip of his cock was pressing against her needy hole, his whole body quivering with longing. “It’s going in,” he informed, forcing the words out his throat; his breath shaking.

His mind became more cloudy…

“My, my, that was certainly erotic,” a voice remarked suddenly from the edge of the clearing, the cadence like pure velvet to Thorax’s ears. “Is it like this every time, or did you just want to put on a show just for me?”

The couple scrambled away from each other, cheeks red as they locked their eyes onto the voyeur. Both Thorax and Ember continued to ‘leak,’ Thorax’s cock continuing to throb and pulse with his heartbeat. Ember snarled, staring piping hot daggers at the foe before them, while Thorax’s expression remained… aroused? He tried to scowl, but found he was incapable of doing so, his legs continuing to shake as he locked eyes with the mare that stood before them.

Before them, standing confidently and with a malicious grin of ill intent, was none other than the former queen of the changelings. Although, to herself, 'former' doesn't even enter the equation. Even in the daylight of dusk, her eyes shone and glimmered like precious emeralds. Her carapace was a deep dark ebony; her body looked like a shapely slab of onyx, her head absent of its little black crown. Thorax, for some reason, felt himself acknowledging how good she looked. Not out loud of course, but internally. Years of wandering the world without a kingdom left her no worse for wear since the last time he looked his eyes upon her. There was something new in his mind when he looked upon her, something that prompted his cheeks to remain red and blushing, and make his dick long to be inside of her. Not out of love, or affection, but something… compulsive, instinctual.

“Miss me?” she asked sardonically, fluttering her eyes flirtatiously at Thorax, before flashing the she-dragon a taunting smile. “He’s big isn’t he? I bet you've squirmed around my king’s cock many a night, have you not?”

“Your king?” she spat back at the former monarch, squinting. She didn’t know why Chrysalis was speaking like that. “If you’ve come here to fight, we won’t surrender so easily. Thorax and I-”

“I can’t wait to feel him inside of me, this heat of mine can't be satiated by anything else,” Chrysalis said with ardent desire, walking towards the two of them. At this, Ember assumed an offensive position, taking a defiant step forwards and bearing her claws at the changeling. “He bet he feels delightfully filling.”

“Why are you ignoring me!” Ember barked at her, brows furrowed in worry. As she spoke she looked to Thorax, whose eyes looked heavy, glassy, his legs beginning to buckle beneath him. “Thorax?” she said quietly, frowning. Suddenly, his hind legs gave out, and he fell onto his stomach. “Thora-!”

Ember was silenced by a blow to her side as she reached out for her lover - bolt of painful magic - which sent her vaulting to the ground, gripping her side. “It’s because you’re not worth regarding,” Chrysalis informed coldly, coming to a stop before the fallen ‘ling. “This is my king you’ve got in your wretched little claws, do you know that?”

“Ember...” Thorax groaned from the ground. His nostrils flared, picking up something, something that made his balls ache. He could feel them, twitching, flexing, convulsing. It was so frustrating! They needed to be emptied, unloaded into a ripe womb, to breed, to fuck. His cock rumbled, pre continued to leak from his crown, begging for stimuli, begging for a hole to empty into. “What’s… what’s happening to me?” he struggled to speak, casting a glance to Chrysalis. His eyes lingered on her flanks. Her tail twitched and flicked, and Thorax now knew the source of what made his nose inhale deeply. He saw her plump ebony lips, and the exposed green flesh within, her cunt button winking with fervent arousal. The insides of her legs were plastered with Faust knows how much juice plastered between her thighs. “Y-you’re...”

“You’re my king,” Chrysalis stated directly, smiling at the prone ‘ling. The ebony queen threw a taunting smile to Ember, who began climbing back to her feet. “Do you know the purpose of a king in the hive? Any hive?” she asked, although it came off more rhetorical than a genuine question. When she finished, her horn became covered in a dark green shimmering hue; the ground between Ember’s feet tore apart as growths erupted from it. Glowing green vines that erupted forth, wrapping around her ankles and wrists, yanking her down to the ground and onto her knees. The she-dragon tried to pull at them, defiant, staring bloody daggers at Chrysalis, who could only cackle in retort. Chrysalis then looked down with faux affection at the cloudy-eyed Thorax. “Their purpose, their sole purpose… is to breed,” he trilled, the word fluttering into Thorax’s ear; which prompted him to moan and quiver.

“W-what?” Ember said, meekly; her struggling against her bindings stopped, looking between Thorax and Chrysalis with worry in her eyes. “What are you gonna do with him!”

“What all kings and queens do,” she replied with a mocking shrug, before nudging the changeling onto his back. She took gauge of Ember’s expression. She could feel her pain. She could sense Ember’s jealousy, even if it was a flicker. The dragon monarch’s mind was well aware that Thorax was no longer his self, but Chrysalis suddenly had an idea. A fun little game with only one player… well, technically two, although the other wasn’t aware they were playing it. She looked then to the other participant – Thorax – his cock standing pointed fully up, twitching, pre cum trickling down the shaft like a lewd fountain. It was big, that was objective true. Chrysalis had seen so many cocks in her long life that she could no longer react naturally to even the most gifted of stallions… although, nothing stopped her from merely acting, but the sight of it did make her cold heart hasten somewhat, and she desired to be the best at the game she just concocted.

“Wow… it’s massive,” she marvelled quietly, although loud enough to be heard by Ember. She trailed around the floored changeling, her sharp irises locked onto the bopping length, her words eliciting a bead of pre from the tip. “It’s so big. You carry this between your legs, my king?” she purred. She wanted to emphasise possession. He was no longer Ember’s, and Chrysalis wanted her to know that. Chrysalis stopped circling him soon after, stopping between his hind legs. She then looked over her shoulder, her horn lighting up, turning Thorax until he was sideways, giving Ember more than ample view of her coltfriend. “Look at how hard he is. He could prop up a building with this column between his legs! How often do you revere it? Kiss it? Touch it, just to feel its majesty?” she asked, falling to her stomach between Thorax’s rear legs, her eyes locking onto the green pillar.

Ember still wore a defiant face, although now tears began welling in her eyes. She looked to the floored prince, whose breathing was heavy. She watched as his dick twitched, gasping. “Thorax! Thorax! Snap out of it!” she yelled, trying to beckon him out of the pheromone induced stupor. Although, he didn’t appear to register her… or didn’t want to… no! He wasn't himself. Surely. She threw her eyes to Chrysalis. “Please! Please let him go!” she pleaded. She saw visible hunger in Chrysalis’ eye, her own breathing came out as shivers, panic rising within her. “Don’t touch him. I beg you!”

Chrysalis glanced to Ember with a smile, locking eyes with her. Then, ever so slowly, she lowered down; her mouth disappearing between Thorax’s legs. Next, Ember saw Thorax thrust into nothing; flinging his sticky pre onto his own chest as Chrysalis took one of his swollen testicles into her mouth. Chrysalis moaned, even though she felt no inherent pleasure from it, just the small modicum of sadism she felt towards the she-dragon looking upon them. Her nose became filled with his musk as she suckled on one of Thorax’s stones, her tongue lathered over the rough dark green skin, giving the testicle a bath in her mouth.

“No!” Ember cried out, yanking at her bindings, trying to reach out for Thorax.

Chrysalis popped the nut from her mouth, spittle bridged between her lips and the wet flesh, breathless. “So full and heavy. I can only imagine how potent you must be...” she mused. She was conscious not to look at Ember. She wanted the dragon to feel secondary, unimportant to the situation. It was truly malicious. There was something she wanted to make the dragon feel, something malevolent and cruel, something that could only be fostered in the most sickening of situations. “I can’t wait to feel you within me, my king,” she cooed.

“Stop! Chrysalis, please!” Ember continued to plead, although it was on deaf ears unfortunately.

Chrysalis popped the second untouched stone into her gullet, making sure to give out a particularly loud moan when the musky flesh touched against her tongue. Her tongue roughly polished it, her teeth lightly grinding the skin between them. She knew every trick to collect as much pleasure out a stallion as she could, but she also knew how to fan it, to make a stallion croak out a cry of bliss. With a precise slash of her forked tongue over the width of his fat nut she made Thorax’s body convulse, a suppressed groan escaping his mouth. She smiled with triumph, pulling her lips away with an audible pop. She felt a twisted glee at seeing his table leg of a cock throb and twitch with need, a desire to be touched, licked and sucked on like a foal’s dummy. She didn’t look to Ember. She heard her sobbing. She was tempted to glance at her. It would have been a sight to remember, the monarch of all dragon kind rendered to tears as her love – her one true love – writhed in pleasure under another mare’s tongue.

“You look about ready to blow, my king,” she intoned, inching forwards like a worm until Thorax’s girth rested across the length of her face. She could physically feel the blood coursing up and down it, and every time it swelled as a dollop of viscous pre was squeezed out the flat unflared tip. If she had a guilty pleasure, it was this aspect of pony anatomy. She admired how warm and thick their cocks were. Thorax wasn’t a true changeling any more in her eyes, and she’d certainly miss the feeling of eggs being pumped into belly, but a fat dick and a womb full of cum was just as satisfying… but that’d come later. “So fat and thick. This is worthy of worship,” she continued her faux praise, inching up his long cock with her tongue; inhaling his scent deeply and loudly. It was all for show of course, but her cheesy dialogue helped coax out more pangs of hatred and jealousy from Ember. Was that… envy? She couldn’t be sure, not yet…

She’d have to keep at it.

When she finally reached the peak of Thorax’s stallionhood, her tongue circled the head. She made the mistake of parting her lips, as Thorax seized the opportunity immediately. He thrust against her, smacking the roof of her mouth. Internally, she rolled her eyes, annoyed at his impatience, if not a little happy that his attempt to coax more pleasure was only a tincture of things to come. However, she had a show to put on. She gave an exaggerated moan, her entire body trembling with pseudo ecstasy, her tongue immediately set on spit bathing the crown with her tongue. She knew the precise movements, where to whip her long slithery muscle against ridge of his meat. She did, after all, have ten lifetimes worth of experience in such things. Meanwhile, her lips formed seal around the tip; her jaw parting wide to accommodate, the skin surprisingly soft, if not rough, although she felt the mass under it was assuredly rock-hard.

The dark monarch’s lips were soft, and Thorax writhed as pleasure tingled down his length and all throughout him. His mind was empty, apart from bliss, her tongue traced under the flare and then over it, sliding over every little bump with a calculated slowness; the deliberate movements left his hips doing little thrusts, aching for sexual vindication. In his mind there was the after thought of something, something important, but he couldn’t reach out and grab it. He couldn’t remember what he was trying to lock his eyes onto, or what he wanted to call out. A reassurance? Someone’s name? He didn’t know. He did, however, find his eyes lock with a green pair. He didn’t know what emotion to feel toward the owner of those eyes, just that in the moment, he felt good, and wanted to bathe in it.

Chrysalis wished she could look at Ember now. She could feel everything that an expression or body language would tell her, but there was something sickeningly sweet about looking upon someone’s face as you proved you were way better than they could ever be. Slowly, she began swallowing half-inches of Thorax’s fifth leg. She wanted Ember to see as she take in every inch, but he also wanted to make sure Thorax felt them too. Her tongue traced every vein on the underside, pressing against his urethra, just in time to feel it swell against her forked muscle; pre cum hitting the back of her throat. It was tart, salty. There’d be no way any sane mare would find it ‘delicious’ but she swallowed it down with a visible gusto, eating a further two inches of his cock – about halfway now – and doubted that even Ember could take so much without tears coming down her cheeks. But the monarch was nowhere near complete yet. She held it for a moment, just to give the blue dragon watching a glimmer of hope that she couldn’t be surpassed in this regard, but little did she know…

“Ah!” Thorax cried, utterly in a state of rapture.

The rest of Thorax’s member disappeared down Chrysalis’ throat. Her cheeks bulged out, and there was a visible distension in her throat. Deepthroating even the fattest cocks was foal’s play to any changeling. They lacked a lot of things, such as gag reflex, lungs – thanks to haemoglobin and the holes at the bottom of her legs – as well as an intestinal tract. Ember, meanwhile, watched in morbid fascination as the entire length of Thorax’s masculinity throbbed in the ebony changeling’s throat. It was an obscene sight, almost fictitious, she could barely believe that her eyes were upon it. She wanted to look away. She desperately she wanted to tear her eyes from the sight, but she simply could not. She tried to close her legs together, to deny to herself that her cunt continued to trickle occasional with her wanting nectar. She arrived to the brink of climax before, and whilst initially she banished the thought, angry and filled with hatred, it managed to force itself back into her mind. Just as it did, she felt tears fall down her cheeks, ashamed. “Thorax...” she whimpered, knowing it was futile, “please...”

Chrysalis smirked. It did betray her intentions, but she doubted Ember had heard her over Thorax’s moaning. She had managed to turn her throat into a perfect fuckhole, a cock washer of sorts, with Thorax instinctively pushing his sheath against her nostrils as he tried to go deeper into her gullet; unaware that he was pumping pre directly into her belly. In one swift move, Chrysalis rose her head with a grossly erotic sound, a loud slurp all the way to the tip-top of his mountain of a member. His meat was sticky and wet with spit, glistening in the few rays of sunlight, throbbing and convulsing in ecstasy. Thorax released something akin to a shriek, a high-pitched wail that combined surprise and pleasure. Each time his appendage disappeared down her gullet and ended near her stomach, he experienced a surge of pleasure, each one mounting; becoming greater than the last. He felt close, so close, yet…

Chrysalis’ jagged black horn lit up green, an aura washing over Thorax’s balls; her magic applying a light pressure right where they met the shaft. She blocked the flow of jizz. She then went on a torturous crusade. She swallowed the entire shaft in one gulp, and then retreated her head back to the tip, before taking the entire girth again. It was cruel. Thorax’s pained groaning was like music to her ears, and she hummed happily along to them, consuming his lust as big fat droplets of sticky pre. She fucked Thorax with her mouth, pistoning it in and out of her like a well lubricated machine, wet slick sounds filling the clearing. Thorax felt as though he was in agony, as though he was hanging onto the edge of falling into orgasm, and yet cruelly he was pulled and preventing from falling into his long-wanted demise. Not forgetting her show, Chrysalis moaned along with Thorax, allowing the cock to pop free from her mouth intermittently between throat just so she could flower it with false kisses of adoration.

The monarch eventually stopped. She savoured the sight of his engorged cock. The fact his balls had literally increased in size in her magic’s grasp, over flowing with a fervid need to breed, was only an added bonus. “Now, I’m gonna let go of your painfully full sack, my king. Are you going to cum?” she asked innocently, and was met with squirms and cooing. She didn’t expect any sort of genuine answer of course. The poor thing was barely capable of thinking, less so talking by this point. He was basically a grub now, the mental state of her brood prior to their… metamorphosis. But Ember didn’t know that. Chrysalis grinned, the magic fading from her horn as the sack fell heavy to the ground. The sack convulsed, visibly pulsating with seed, wanting to unload a tidal wave of spunk into something, anything. She then cast a curious emerald eye to his pole, wondering if the changeling possessed the fortitude to not climax; watching it twitch, rumble and spasm. Every suitable word to describe the way his meaty mast showed its need. She placed a hoof along the length, feeling the mighty meat throb under her stroking touch.

No cum...

“Good colt...” she cooed quietly - genuinely impressed - rising from the ground. As she did, her ears pricked with the sound of something dripping. She felt a malicious grin appear on her face. Ember was quite literally soaking wet by now! Dripping secretions from her cunt. She was triumphant, she was victorious…

drip.

Oh...

Well, it had been a long time. And she was in the midst of her breeding cycle. Who could blame her for a soaking snatch? Although, she didn’t need to confirm with sight that Ember was a geyser of juices between her legs, the air was rank with her smell by now. Chrysalis knew that Ember hadn’t yet accepted it, embraced the idea that she was inferior to the queen in every way. But now Chrysalis had a way of settling it in the way only her kind could…

She took slow and deliberate steps around the prone ‘ling. When he tried to rise up Chrysalis pushed against his chest, forcing his back to the mud with thud, giving him a lustful smile. She then stepped over him, some of her precious cunt honey falling onto his belly. Her horn lit up again, brushing some strands of her mane behind her right ear, giving the she-dragon full view of her profile. She wanted Ember to see everything of what came next.

She lowered herself down, her lips were aligned with his, their eyes locked. Chrysalis saw nothing in them. They were blank, devoid of any worthwhile emotion, although slightly squinted; filled with lust. Chrysalis wore a half-smile, hoping Ember would perceive something out of paranoia in their stare. Soon after, their lips met. Chrysalis closed her eyes, moaning, her tongue beginning to passionately fight with Thorax’s – whose reciprocated on pure instinct rather than actual desire, although if things went her way...

Next, Chrysalis’ horn illuminated green, this time encasing the turgid pole that had smacked against her plot in an ethereal glow. As she made out with Thorax, she actually felt anticipation for what came next, her marehood flaming with lust. She angled the cock so that it prod against her plump slit, the inner green walls exposed. She lightly pushed it against her hole, her labia squashing under the dick. It was all for show, but she wanted the inevitability of her sexual conquest be truly embedded into the head of Ember. His balls were now hers, as was his tongue and lips, as well as his thick, meaty sceptre. And with her next act, she soon hoped to own his entire body.

“Ha~” Chrysalis gasped when she felt the wide tip penetrate her, breaking from the kiss to do so. The spit glazed girth spread her canal wide, her labia hugging around the intrusion snugly, her cunt button winking out from her folds. This was her first genuine expression of pleasure thus far, and she needed more of it. She pushed her hips against it, her tight slit devouring a quarter of the length in one go; the ebony changeling’s tongue lolling from her mouth as an excess of juices dribbled down Thorax’s appendage like condensation down a glass of ice tea. She shoved more of into her, and each time she did she was surprised at how much left there was. When she passed over the plump medial ring, she knew she was close to the shaft’s end. Shame. She watched each little spasm on Thorax’s face, each tell of his pleasure, the muscles moving to the twitches inside of her pussy. Smiling, she brought her plot down to his hips with a forceful smack, the rest of his turgid dick filling her completely; the tip of his foal-maker pushing directly into her womb, unhindered by a cervix.

She didn’t need to get used to it inside of her, but she did want to savour it nonetheless. She doubted that - unless things went her way completely - she'd get to feel this full again. She remained still, lightly gyrating her hips from side to side, feeling it push and pull against her walls; prodding the walls of her womb. Thorax whimpered like a needy dog, his head thrown back as he shifted beneath her, completely at the mercy of Chrysalis… and she wasn’t feeling particularly merciful toward the usurper. With a smug grin, she began to fuck him… without making a single move.

Thorax released a wheezing scream. He felt like his cock was being milked, soft wet walls squeezing from hilt all the way to where his cock entered her womb. His girth felt as though it was experiencing a licking by a million tiny tongues, all simultaneously. It was enough to make his eyes roll into the back of his head. It wasn’t like being deepthroated, which was a myriad blends of ecstasy that came in the form of miniature explosions each time her muzzle connected with the hilt. But this? This was a constant stream, as if he had been lobbed into the deep end of a bottomless pool of pleasure. It was indescribable, unmatched by anything in memory. He tried to thrust into it, but a combination of being semi-paralysed by his sheer euphoria combined with Chrysalis applying ample pleasure to keep him still, meant that he immobile beneath her. What’s more, there was something about what she did, something that kept him at the cusp, unable to go further, to finally get that satisfaction he so dearly needed.

Although, Thorax wasn’t alone in feeling good. Each ‘tongue’ as it felt to him was a stimulated nerve ending the ebony monarch. The sensation would be stronger if his member was plunging in and out of her birthing hole. But she desired something far greater than bliss. What she desired at that moment was a few more seconds of torture, a few more seconds of savouring the sight of him squirm beneath her like the pathetic worm he was. The changeling who made her lose everything. But she could not imagine a greater revenge than making him hers again, to steal his love from another with nothing more than the virtues of her finely controlled cunt. She leaned down to kiss him again, her hoof reaching out and wrapping around one of his antlers, forcing him deeper into it. He moaned into the kiss, as did she. It was a hateful tongue wrestle, motivating by pure spite.

Chrysalis finally decided to offer a teeny bit of mercy to Thorax, as well as satisfy her own urges. She raised her hips, a few inches of dick finally exposed to the air again; glazed with Chrysalis’ feminine secretions alongside. She slid a few more inches out of her green bug pussy, groaning as more of his length scraped pleasurably down her walls, dragging delightfully over every inch of her sensitive flesh. She allowed herself to hit her pleasure’s zenith, and slammed her ass down; re-hilting all of Thorax within her soaking, spasming twat. The two changelings moaned into the air, and Ember was filled with dread.

Chrysalis, professional she was at carnal debauchery, adopted a rhythm near immediately, building up to a tactful speed with very little actual building up to it. She figured they had both waited enough by now and just needed to get on with it. Her velvet walls clamped around his stallionhood every time it punctured deep within her, relenting on the vice-like tightness when it slid out of her the few inches she dared let free. The impact of her warm flower smashing down at Thorax’s base sent pleasurable ripples from her sex outward; her marehood's clit winking.

Chrysalis no longer tried to stave off Thorax’s climax. It pumped in and out of her snatch, the colossal member was worked like a piece of machinery, mashing into the changeling’s tight lubricated fuckhole. She wanted to feel it swell within her, to stretch her even further apart to the brink of tearing, to completely and utterly overfill her with fat cock and cum… admittedly, she got a little too into the act. It was less about revenge and more about finally quenching the heat between her legs. She rose from the prince’s chest until she was able bouncing up and down his engorged pole, gyrating her hips in circles as she rode him with abandon; her forehooves pressing into Thorax’s thighs to balance her as her clit winked, her lust freely on display for anyone to look upon now.

He was close now, but not close enough for Chrysalis. She needed his ecstasy to go beyond its peak to truly get what she wanted, for him to know that only she was capable of making him feel like this. As unlikely as it was in his current state she wanted him to call out her name when he came to, it’d be the cheery atop her sundae, but the lingering thought in his mind after, just knowing that Ember could not possibly bring him to the same level of ecstasy as she could. It would torture them both for the rest of their days. Other possibilities entered her mind, all created by the high she was experiencing. The idea of making little Thorax, usurper and king, nothing more than her personal breeding stick. The thought made her tremble around his cock. Ember, she couldn’t forget about her. She imagined turning the princess into nothing more than a sycophant for their juices, using her love for Thorax as a catalyst to turn her into something base and pathetic.

Oh~

It was too sweet now. The former queen, as she smacked down the pole felt a rush, felt a surge of satisfaction alongside her mounting bliss that could only be described as a revenge-fuelled-high. She felt Thorax swell within her. Her horn exploded into a green light, surrounding Thorax’s fat stones in a massaging green light. She was close but he was closer. She put considerable force in slamming down now, barely allowing an inch of him out of her. She didn’t want to feel empty for so much as a second.

She looked to Ember. Her eyes were puffy and red and her arousal hung on the air like smoke – heavy and dense. Yet, much to Chrysalis’ glee, she felt hollowness from the she-dragon; like an empty womb, ready to be sowed with whatever she desired, be it good or bad, or even something in-between. “Your little ‘prince,’ Ember, will long for no cunt other than my own, you know that? I can do things for him you wouldn’t believe!” she taunted, deriding her, flashing a malevolent grin.

Thorax was felt his orbs churn, and his shaft tense, growing thicker with blood. He heard the words, latching onto some. When Chrysalis brought her hips down in one final mighty slam, his hips arched upwards to meet her. His large green stones tensed, his abdomen tightened, and his seed loaded into his dick like shot in a flintlock. He erupted the entire contents of his sack into Chrysalis’ womb. He had so much to unload that his urethral passage was forced to expand just to accommodate the sheer amount that gushed up it. He felt Chrysalis clamp around his cock, throwing her head back as she released a mute scream. He watched as her belly distended somewhat as her womb became so overfull that he felt his own cum gush out and pour over his waist and hind legs. And finally, his mouth opened, and let out a singular cry…

A single word.