Harvest at the Beach

Chapters

Chapter 1 - The Shopkeeper (semi-public blowjob)
Chapter 2 - The Stud (breeding)
Chapter 3 - The Concierge (blowjob)

Chapter 1 - The Shopkeeper (semi-public blowjob)

Chrysalis unzipped the back of the sundress she'd been wearing and let it fall, exposing her perfect black breasts, then the curves of green-glowing plates along her slim waist, and finally the hungry little slit of her pussy. Safe and alone in this clothing shop's dressing room, she checked herself out in the full-body mirror.

It showed her true form, of course, not the disguise of Princess Cadance she'd been using for the past few weeks. She could disguise herself in a mirror if she expended enough magic on it ... but love magic had been in short supply ever since that incident in Canterlot. She wouldn't waste so much of it on something so trivial. She needed every scrap of love-energy she could cobble together if she was going to rebuild her hive, regain control, and dominate these ponies once and for all.

Despite her hardships, she smirked at the reflection of her body in the mirror, sharp teeth glinting slightly between her green lips. Oh yes she still had it. She had everything she needed to ravage these pathetic ponies and take everything they had. She cupped her breasts in her hands, holding them up for herself, and swayed her hips from side to side, letting her long tongue snake out. Oh yes. One look at her, and the ponies would give her anything she wanted. And she wanted all of it.

If anyone looked at her, though, this wasn't what they would see. They would see Princess Cadance playing with herself in the dressing room of a discount clothing cabana on the Las Pegasus beachfront.

It made her smile all the more, knowing the damage she was doing to that stuck-up bitch's reputation. If only Chrysalis could see her stupid pink face when she found out that she was known as a cheating whore everywhere from here to Baltimare. Chrysalis could never have done this with any of the other princesses, as much fun as that might have been. Ponies wouldn’t believe such behavior from Celestia or Luna ... or even that upstart, Twilight Sparkle. But the 'Princess of Love'? Oh yes, they'd believe that she was out here on vacation – without her husband – and sucking cocks just for the fun of it. Everyone suspected that no single stallion could have enough love for the Princess of Love.

Only, he did. Chrysalis's hand slipped down to her own pussy at the thought of what feeding on his love had been like. Now that was a source of love fit for a queen! With him feeding her every morning and every night – and quite a few times in between when she found a spare moment – she'd been more flush with the power of love than ever before, truly enough to dominate the entire world. Oh yes... One day, she'd make her way back to Canterlot, or the Crystal Empire, or wherever that sweet morsel was hiding and—

“Um ... Princess? Are you okay in there? Do you need any help?”

Chrysalis had to stop herself from hissing back at the dumb stallion. “Just fine,” she cheerfully said in Cadance's voice. “I'll be out in just a minute, don't worry about me.”

Ugh, ponies. Always ruining everything. She'd had a good rant going, too. Slowly, she slipped her finger out of her pussy, licking it clean more out of habit than anything else. A few more minutes of plotting the subjugation of pony kind, and she'd have been able to get a much-needed orgasm.

But now it would have to wait. She had to remain in-character if she didn't want to be caught.

So no more fantasizing about enslaving brood mares or breeding studs. Time to focus on what she came here for: a lovely red one-piece swimsuit. Despite the fact that it would cover more of her body than a bikini, she thought it might be just the thing to draw the eye of a stallion or two ... or perhaps even another mare. She stepped into its leg holes, keeping the long white socks she'd worn with her sundress. That was all part of the plan – it would help draw attention to the little bit of skin left exposed and keep them staring at Cadance's cutie mark all day long. The silky fabric flowed over her jet black skin like water. It was some new, magic-infused material, and she'd never felt anything like it before. That was, of course, the reason she'd been intrigued enough to pick it up off the shelf in the first place.

The bottom of it snuggled up against her still-wet pussy like a warm ocean breeze, and she suppressed a shudder as she fished her tail through the conveniently placed hole in the back. That miraculous fabric just had a marvelous way of slinking over her as she pulled it up, like a million little lovers caressing her every curve. Getting the back straps around her wings while simultaneously stuffing her breasts into its increasingly tight grip was a bit of a challenge, forcing her to expend a tiny bit of magic in order to get everything perfectly in place.

But it was worth it. This thing felt incredible against her body. When she looked at it in the mirror, she got another shock: the changeling in the reflection was wearing a teal green version of it that went perfectly with her eyes and mane. But when she looked down at herself, she saw that it was now a deep blue against Cadance's pink coat. What? The tag attached to one of the straps was enlightening:

'New magic-infused fabric from the Mistress of Manehattan! Absolutely stain-proof! Silky, breathable texture! Magically adapts its color to best suit your unique shade! Wash on gentle cycle only; hand dry. No bleach. Warning: do not wear during eclipses or equinoxes. May cause allergic reactions in dragons.'

Oh, interesting... The perfect garment for a changeling! She couldn't wait to try a few different disguises and see what the swimsuit might do with different fur colors. But no. She couldn't spare the love-energy for that. Not if it didn't help her rebuild her hive. Spotting the price tag made her eyes bulge out all over again. Seven hundred bits! It must be by far the most expensive thing in the store. What was it doing in a stupid tourist shop like this?

Whatever. It didn't matter. What mattered was that she was definitely going to take this. The thin, silky fabric had a way of showing everything underneath it, for all that it supposedly covered her. She could clearly see the cleft bulge of her pussy lips, the indent of her belly button, the two little points of her nipples. And the tight, low cut of it was perfect, too. The upper half at least of her breasts were practically spilling out from the top of the swooped neckline. If she bent over, anyone lucky enough to be in front of her would be seeing all the way down her cleavage. Grinning savagely, she ripped the tags off of it.

Stepping confidently out of the changing room, she tossed the price tag – along with her sundress – in a convenient garbage can. Laundry was not something the Queen of the Changelings would ever stoop to. Not when there were plenty of brand-new clean clothes in shops all over the city for the taking.

But before she made it more than halfway to the store's entrance, that stupid clerk interrupted her again. “Hey! Um, I mean... Princess, um, Your Majesty. I know you're a Princess and all, but um, well...”

She glared at him, one hand on her hip. Of all the sniveling wastes of love-energy. Just look at this barely-grown stallion! Lanky and thin, with a scraggly green mustache that clashed horribly with his yellow fur. His clothes were all too big and baggy, fitting him horribly. Couldn't he at least do better for himself in that, seeing as how he worked in a clothing store?

Seeing the way she looked at him, he paused and gulped ... but ended up pressing on nonetheless. “I'm not allowed to, um... I'm not supposed to let you leave the store before you...”

Chrysalis quirked one of Cadance's eyebrows at him. Usually she could bluff her way out of such trivialities as paying for things, but if that didn't work, there was always plan B...

“Uh... What I mean to say is, um... Could you maybe pay for that before you go? If you don't, my boss is going to be really mad at me.” He cringed down as if he expected someone to strike him down for daring to say that to royalty.

Oh, one day soon, that would be the case for anyone who questioned Queen Chrysalis, Lord of Equestria. But for now, plan B would be just the thing. And besides, it never hurt to harvest a little extra love-energy.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she sauntered through the empty shop back toward him, staring straight into his eyes the whole time. Not that the trembling, half-grown stallion actually ever made eye contact, no. His eyes – wide with some mix of fear, lust, and shock – stayed firmly locked onto her swaying body as she strutted purposefully, her perfect breasts bouncing slightly with every confident step.

She didn't stop at the counter, instead walking around it to stand right next to him. He backed away slightly, but didn't leave his place at the register. His hand gripped the machine as if it could save him.

Chrysalis reached up and slid one pointed fingertip through the forelock of his greasy-feeling mane, tracing it all the way down to the scruff on his chin. “Oh, I'm sorry. Silly me ... I don't think I brought my purse today. Do you think I have my wallet somewhere, perhaps?”

He glanced around the store, but there was no one else here at the moment, no one to save him from eventually having to look back at her body. His eyes traced the tight contours of her new swimsuit up and down, surely noticing every detail of her shape through it. “Um...” He gulped. “No, Ma'am. It doesn't look like you have your wallet on you.”

Letting her hand curl around behind his neck in a way she knew would make his spine tingle, she gave him the sultriest look in her repertoire – which was enough to make any stallion weak in the knees, given her status as a literal sex goddess. But she wasn't done ... oh no. With her other hand, she reached out and grabbed his, slowly pulling it toward her body. It didn't have far to go. “Why don't you check and make sure?”

He flinched visibly when his hand touched the silky blue swimsuit fabric, and his mouth fell open as he reflexively squeezed her breast through it.

“I think there's a place or two you haven't checked yet...” Once she was sure he wouldn’t pull his hand away, she left him to it and instead tugged the neckline of her swimsuit down lower than it already was, just to the calculated point where the darker pink aureoles around her nipples would show over the top edge, but not the nipples themselves.

He gazed longingly into the deep cleavage between Chrysalis's – or rather, Cadance's – pink tits. “I... I shouldn't—”

She held a finger over his lips. “Ssh...”

“I... I believe you, Ma'am – Your Highness or, uh Majesty or something. Yeah, um... You definitely don't have any money with you right now.”

Chrysalis traced her pointed fingertips down from his neck, slowly across his floral-printed shirt and down his concave belly, until they rested on the growing bump in his oversized cargo shorts. She brought her face even closer to his, so he'd feel her breath on his scruffy cheek as she spoke. “Maybe there's some other way we can solve our little problem...”

“Um, no... I'm pretty sure we shouldn't—”

His words stopped coming when she began slowly sinking to her knees in front of him.

His eyes went even wider. “You're... You're not really going to...” He gulped. “Are you?”

Chrysalis was already halfway down his body, tracing Cadance's pink horn down his pathetic chest. “I don't know...” She glanced up at him coyly. “Do you want me to?” Her hand was still on his shorts, and between that bump still rising and her still descending, her face was only inches away from it by this point.

He hesitated, completely frozen, for a long moment ... but finally squeezed his eyes shut tight and nodded jerkily.

Now was the time to tease him a little ... but just then, the bell at the shop's door jingled. An older couple came in and immediately started looking at the postcard selection near the door. Chrysalis went the rest of the way down before they noticed her, hiding herself underneath the counter.

The shopkeeper stared down at her and whispered harshly, “We can't – not with customers in here!”

“Shut your mouth,” she told him, unzipping his fly and letting his shorts fall to the floor between her knees. “And don't look down here, unless you want them to wonder what you're looking at.”

“I... But, they might...”

“Ssh...” Petting the outline of his cock through his pathetic, embarrassing tightie whities shut him up instantly. She forced herself to look up at his face and lick her lips as if she was savoring the opportunity to touch his undersized endowment. “Try not to look.” She winked up at him, just before he looked away, paying attention to the elderly shoppers instead.

Time to get down to business... Grabbing the waistband of his unflattering briefs in both hands, she pulled it down, letting his cock finally spring free.

He sidled a little closer to the countertop, no doubt anxious about the customers seeing him like this.

His cock wasn't that bad... She stared at it for a moment, then shrugged. A bit undersized, yes, but not quite as small as she'd thought it would be. And it was shapely, at least – with a nice, subtle curve to it and very defined lobes running up and down the sides. Some pretty mare would probably really enjoy it someday, thinking it looked cute and un-intimidating. That mare would lavish all kinds of adoring attention on it...

And it was time for her to pretend to be that mare ... for a little while. In return, she'd have a nice dose of his love-energy, and she'd be able to leave with her new swimsuit without making a scene.

She started by just tracing her pink fingertips up and down his dark yellow shaft. Ah ... the feeling of a warm cock in her hands. It had been hours since the last time she felt this. And she could already sense the love-energy seeping off of it. The energy was raw, thin, and almost entirely just lust ... but that was the easiest kind of love-energy to steal, and it would build up her magic reserves just as well as any other, as slow as the process was.

The shopkeeper gasped slightly as he felt her hands on him ... and Chrysalis wondered if those customers would hear him. Wouldn't it be fun to humiliate the stupid colt like that? But it would mean less love-energy for her...

A bead of pre-cum was already forming at his tip. Grinning to herself, she licked it off, taking the small dollop into her mouth and rolling the taste of it around on her tongue. Yes! Now that was the stuff! Pony cum was always packed full of delicious love-energy. Soon, she'd be getting everything he had! She reached out and caressed his lemon-like balls, feeling the vibrant love-energy stored inside them and hoping to tease out as much as she could.

“Excuse me, young man,” an older stallion's voice said somewhere over Chrysalis's head. “Do you have any sunblock in this shop? My wife has been just burning up all day.”

Chrysalis grinned. Just as the young stallion was about to answer, she took his cock in her mouth, expertly deepthroating him all the way down to his sheath.

“Mmm— Gah!” He staggered a little; she could feel his balls clenching in her hand. “I... I, uh wha...?”

“What was that, young man? Speak up, my ears aren't what they used to be!”

Grinning to herself, Chrysalis squeezed the young stallion's balls and bobbed her head noisily up and down, greedily slurping his cock and reveling in his embarrassment. Keeping him in her throat wasn't even difficult – he wasn't that big, after all.

“The sunblock is—” He gasped in a deep breath. “It's over there, by the window.”

That must have satisfied the older stallion, since the shopkeeper's muscles relaxed slightly as the footsteps trailed away.

The shopkeeper looked down at her and whispered harshly, “What do you think you're doing? You're going to get us caught!”

Chrysalis just looked up at him with Cadance's adoring eyes, her lips still firmly wrapped around the base of his cock as she drooled around it. Her only response was to snake out her tongue – longer than would be accurate for Cadance, but there was no way he could know that – and traced it over his balls, caressing their curves and tickling the very tip of it up through the cleft between them.

She pulled off of him for a few moments, flicking her tongue all over the underside of his shaft as she pulled back, then she bent down lower, stroking his wettened cock and holding it against her horn as she lavished attention on his balls, managing to suck each one into her mouth in turn. Most stallions were too big for that, but with him, she could manage it.

But she wasn't done with her tricks yet. Rising back up – almost high enough to be seen by ponies on the other side of the counter – she took his tip back into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on it again, but she didn't deepthroat him all the way down to his base again. Instead, she held her Cadance-like breasts in her hands and squeezed his base between them. There was plenty of exposed cleavage to jerk him off with, but even in the places where she was covered by the new swimsuit, its silky-smooth fabric let her feel every vein and contour of his cock, and it easily stretched to accommodate him between her pink tits.

He shuddered, and the tip of his cock began flaring inside Chrysalis's mouth. Oh yes – he was already close! She abandoned her tit-fucking and gulped him down again, all the way down. She didn't want to miss out on a single drop.

By now desperate for his love-energy, she redoubled her efforts on his cock, bobbing her head deeply and caressing the soft skin of his shaft with her lips in a way she knew was sure to set any stallion off. And his skin really was nice and soft ... he must have been using plenty of lotion...

And his breaths were coming so fast and deep now! Any moment, and he'd—

The shop's door jingled again, making the shopkeeper gasp and look up. He instantly went ten times more tense than he had been when the old stallion was talking to him. “M-mom! What are you doing here?”

A middle-aged mare's voice let out a derisive laugh. “Is that any way to speak to your mother? Or is that just how you greet every customer who walks in? I'll have you know I was taking a day off at the beach and thought I'd come see my son on his lunch break, maybe take him out to eat at the Banana Cabana. But now...”

“S-sorry – sorry. I... It's just a, you know, kind of a bad time.”

There was a slight pause before her reply. “Surely you're not going to tell me you're 'too busy' just because there's all of two customers in the shop, are you?”

“Just finishing, actually,” the elderly stallion's voice said, accompanied by the thuds and clatter of him setting a few items down on the counter above Chrysalis's head.

“I... I'm... Unh—”

Chrysalis grinned around the cock in her mouth. It was already beginning to throb. Her magic senses could feel the love-energy welling up inside him, already unstoppable on its way out.

“Seriously?” The mother's voice was positively drenched in derision. “I thought we fixed that stammer of yours years ago. It cost us a fortune in speech therapy, and I won't have you throwing that away by backsliding into—”

The young stallion groaned loudly enough to cut his mother off, and the flood finally came. The first pulse of it throbbed through his shaft between Chrysalis's lips, quickly shooting down his length and into her throat, where it spilled straight into her stomach. She didn't need to swallow. All she needed to do was massage those modest yellow balls of his and let it flow.

And oh did it ever flow! How pent-up must this scrawny stallion have been to produce such a load? Rope after rope of it gushed down into her, filling her stomach with a satisfying weight that spread and warmed her whole body with magical energy. Oh yes – that was the stuff. She kept bobbing her head a little and massaging his balls a lot, milking out every drop he could give.

“Seriously, Junior – what's wrong with you? You're all flushed! Are you coming down with something? I told you that this shop was no place for a growing colt to spend his days!”

As hungry as she was for every drop, hearing the mother's voice again gave Chrysalis a devious idea ... her favorite kind of idea.

She slowly pulled back, letting the shopkeeper's pulsating cock slide out of her throat as it eagerly pumped its last little splashes of cum. The last few spurts dribbled directly onto Chrysalis's tongue, finally letting her taste her reward ... and as delicious as this love-energy was, she deliberately let a little bit of it drip out from the corner of her mouth.

The young stallion's legs were trembling as if he might collapse at any moment, and his mother was starting to sound a bit hysterical. It was as good a time as any...

Slurping loudly enough to make sure all of them could hear, Chrysalis sucked the last droplets of cum from his tip. Then, without a care in the world, she wiggled out around him and out from underneath the counter.

Three ponies stared back at her when she did – both of the elderly ponies and the middle-aged mare who must be the shopkeeper's mother.

Chrysalis grinned at them, winked, and slapped the shopkeeper's butt on her way out from behind the counter. Knowing that all four of them must have their eyes locked on what they thought was the Princess of Love, she quite blatantly wiped the little dribble of white off of her lips with a fingertip, then stuck it in her mouth, sucking it clean as she hummed slightly in appreciation.

She only stopped for one more thing before leaving – there was a rack of beach towels along one wall. Taking one at random, she wiped down her cleavage, getting nice and deep in there in order to dry up her own spit from when she'd been tit-fucking the shopkeeper. All four ponies stared at her, mouths gaping – especially the stallions.

But without sparing any of them another look, she opened the jingling door and stepped out onto the beachfront boardwalk. Her last little joy was a thin trickle of love-energy coming in from the way they stared at her ass.

Oh yes... That should add some interesting things to the rumors already floating around about Princess Cadance. Serves that stuck-up bitch right.

But she had bigger issues at hand than a grudge against the pretty pink princess she was currently imitating. Her latest clutch of eggs had been coming ripe, and this new surge of love-energy sealed the deal. She would need to get them fertilized by a prime breeding stallion as soon as possible so that they'd be ready and potent when the time came to implant them into a 'lucky' mare.

Luckily, the beachfront was lousy with ponies out for a day in the sun and showing off their bodies. It should be easy enough to find a stallion with good genetics to donate for the next generation of changeling drones...

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Chapter 2 - The Stud (breeding)

The beachfront was also lousy with bright, hot sunlight... Chrysalis never much cared for bright light like this. A chamber deep within a gloomy hive lit only by the phosphorescent green of changeling magic would be far more preferable. But it wasn't as if it burned her or anything. She could manage it for the glory of that hive yet to come ... and she did her best not to cringe away from the light – Cadance wouldn't, and she needed to stay in her character as the pretentious Princess of Love.

The looks – both lustful and envious – that ponies gave her as she passed by them on the sandy boardwalk made it more bearable. There was a small amount of love-energy here, gradually but constantly refilling her magical reserves as ponies watched her curvy pink ass in its triangle of tight blue fabric or watched her breasts straining to burst free from the tight, low neckline and bouncing slightly with every confident step. For any pony who cared to look closely, she might as well be nude in this wonderfully form-fitting outfit.

She didn't pay them much mind, though. Nearly all of them were too young, too old, or in the company of a romantic partner. Those latter made Chrysalis smile. She loved seeing the looks on the mares' faces as they caught their husbands or coltfriends staring longingly at 'Princess Cadance'. She even spared the effort to wink at some of the more blatant ones. One mare – a chubby mint-green housewife in a one-piece three sizes too small for her – even slapped her husband after he dared to wink back. It was little moments like that which made her time living in hiding from the pony hegemony worth living through.

As amusing as that was, though, it wasn't her purpose here. She could feel her clutch of eggs churning in what might pass for her womb in pony anatomical terms. Soon, they would be passing down into her oviduct, ready to be implanted in a pony mare for nourishment and development ... but first she needed someone to fertilize them, the sooner the better. But not just anyone. No – she needed a stallion worthy of fathering the next generation of changeling drones.

And she wouldn’t find that on this boardwalk full of ponies too weak or too vapid for the beach itself. She took an abrupt turn, descending a short set of wooden stairs down onto the sand. A very particular part of the beach awaited her just a little farther ahead. It was some of the nicest, sandiest part of the beach, and also where the breakers roared the loudest. The rough surf tended to keep the families with young children away. If that alone wasn't enough to set it up as the place where to see and be seen, its proximity to the largest and seediest of Las Pegasus's beachfront bars certainly did. This was where she would find the prime breeding stock, rather than families full of young foals and old mares reading romance novels.

She drew even more pony eyes here, perhaps because the ponies here simply felt more free to stare, or perhaps because the soft sand underfoot tended to add an extra sway to her steps.

A dark grey pegasus stallion smiled – or smirked, rather – at her, tipping down his sunglasses and raising his eyebrows as she walked past.

Perhaps... But there seemed to be a kind of hidden softness to him, a nice amount of arrogance yes, but a fragile arrogance that could be easily injured and prone to lashing out. He might do in a pinch, but for now, she would keep looking for somepony better.

As she neared the waves, a pair of young stallions – barely out of school – came walking the other direction, soaking wet. The red one elbowed the blue one, then gestured toward her.

Hm... No. The red one showed a bit of a paunch to his belly, and she wouldn't stand for chubby underlings. He was a write-off from the start. The blue one was quite well-muscled, but his tiny swimsuit didn't leave anything to the imagination, and he wasn't particularly well-endowed ... that presented a host of problems. For starters, she preferred her drones with something worth amusing herself with between their legs. And could he even produce enough cum to fertilize all her eggs with those little things? Not to mention that it suggested that his bulky muscles might be the result of potions rather than good genes. She passed the two of them by without any encouraging glances back at them. There were plenty of stallions here. Surely she'd find better than them.

Ahead of her, a lighter blue unicorn stallion slept on a lounge chair in the sand. His swimsuit was no bigger than the other blue stallion's, but he filled it out nicely, and the rest of his body showed an enviable level of lean muscularity. Now that was a possibility... Inconspicuously, she veered her path closer to his lounge chair. But when she passed nearby, she saw that he'd fallen asleep over a highly advanced book of magical theory. That was a red flag. Intelligent enough for advanced magic, and lazy enough to fall asleep without finishing the book or even marking his page. There was nothing worse than underlings who were both lazy and intelligent enough to get away with it. The best drones were the industrious and stupid kind, the kind who would do all the hard work and leave the thinking to her. She passed him by without waking him, now curving off to the side along the edge of where the waves touched.

And that's where she found her next prospect: a white earth pony stallion with a dark blue mane. Darker blue than Shining Armor's, and his cutie mark was a sunburst over a wave, but she could definitely see the resemblance. She tried not to let that affect her thinking, but she couldn't keep the fond memories of Shining Armor's seemingly limitless love-energy completely at bay. He lounged on the edge of a beach towel next to a well-used surfboard, staring out at the waves – he hadn't noticed her yet.

Oh, but she noticed him. The cut of his bulky arms, the way his rippling abs disappeared into his orange swimsuit ... and the sizable bulge she saw there. Hm... He might do. He might do very nicely.

Chrysalis sat down on the other side of the beach towel next to him, which made him startle and jump slightly, before he got a good look at her, his jaw dropping.

“Do you mind if I sit here a moment?” she asked sweetly. A little lie would help sell it: “I've been walking up this whole beach, and the soft sand is so difficult to walk on. I'm exhausted.”

“Uh, um... I, uh...”

She smiled sweetly at him. Excellent – this one certainly wasn't going to be over-intelligent.

“I mean, uh, of course you can, Your Highness!” He gulped. “I just ... I didn't expect a princess to be—”

“Thank you, and don't worry about the formalities.” She settled in a little bit more comfortably ... which just happened to involve reclining her body toward him, getting closer and offering him a wonderful view down the front of her swimsuit. “I'm on vacation for a couple weeks, and as long as I'm on vacation, I'm not princess anything – I'm just Cadance.”

He continued to stare at her, wide-eyed. But she could see that his eyes often darted down rather lower than her face.

It obviously wouldn't hurt to disarm him a little more. “Just treat me like you would treat any other mare who wandered by on the beach.” She gave him an airy little giggle, precisely calculated to be inelegant and relatable ... just the thing to put him at ease. It didn’t hurt that it would make her boobs jiggle slightly.

And he did relax a little, not to mention that he scooched a bit closer to her on the towel. Perfect. He still hesitated before he spoke, but at least this time he didn't stutter: “Do you, um... Can I get you anything?”

“No, no ... I just need to relax for a moment. Thank you so much for letting me share your towel.”

“Of ... of course!” He practically hovered over her, obviously a little out of his element, but anxious to please.

After a minute or two of that, her patience with him was wearing rather thin. Didn't he have anything better to do than sit next to her and stare? Would he ever make any kind of move on her? Oh well ... that's what she got for ignoring the more intelligent stallions. She'd just have to move things along herself.

“Say, um...” She thought back to the elderly couple in the shop, just in time. “Do you have any sunscreen? I've been burning up all day.”

“Oh, sure! I think I have some – just hold on a second.”

Chrysalis watched with a sly grin and an appraising gaze as he rummaged around in the bag next to his surfboard. He had a pretty nice ass on him – she was feeling more and more confident in her choice every minute.

A moment later, he turned back around and handed her a greasy bottle of sun lotion oil, more than half used-up. Not up to her usual standards, but it would suffice for her current purposes. “Aww, thank you!” she said, making sure to touch his hand with her fingertips as she took it.

“Um, yeah. No problem.”

She squirted some of it into her other hand, and wasted no time in beginning to rub it onto Cadance's velvety pink fur. She started with the legs, caressing herself far more sensuously than necessary ... and it was definitely working. As she worked her way higher and higher up her thighs, she could tell his eyes were locked onto her hand, eagerly watching the way her fingers pressed into her soft thighs just a breath away from her pussy under its skimpy blue covering. He was practically drooling as she rubbed it into her cutie marks then – lifting one leg at a time, directly on her ass cheeks.

After making quick, brusque work of her arms, she moved on to her chest, lavishing attention more and more the lower she went, until she was blatantly caressing her own boobs right in front of him. The stimulation of her own touch was enough to harden her nipples, making them poke out through the form-fitting fabric even more than they already did.

One glance downward was enough to confirm that the bulge in his swimsuit had gotten much bigger. Good. That confirmed that she hadn't accidentally picked a gay stallion or anything. Time to complete her little plan.

She turned away from him and extended her pink wings well over her shoulders. “Would you mind getting my back? It's so hard to reach...”

He took the lotion bottle back with shaking hands, and Chrysalis waited in smug satisfaction for his touch.

It took longer than she'd expected, but he did finally touch her. He rubbed the sweet-smelling stuff in with a strong sensuality that made her enjoy her choice even more, marred only by him having to work around the straps of her swimsuit – just as she planned.

“Oh, those straps always getting in the way,” she said theatrically. “Here, let me help you.” Before he could respond, she unhooked the straps and let them fall away from her shoulders, leaving her back exposed and releasing the front of her swimsuit to be perilously close to falling away from her breasts. She didn't let that happen, though, not yet...

Now that his hands were free to move over her back, she actually let herself enjoy the pseudo-massage, practically purring to herself as his thumbs worked their way around the base of one of her wings. He seemed in no hurry to stop rubbing, and the longer he did, the better.

Eventually, though, the charade of rubbing tanning oil into fur couldn't be kept up any longer, and he backed away, putting the bottle back in his bag. Chrysalis turned back toward him.

But his back was turned on her, just for this moment as he zipped the bag back up. It was a moment she could capitalize on – she quickly flipped the front of her swimsuit down over her breasts, letting them drop out.

When he turned back around, that had its desired effect. His eyes shot open wide, and a jolt visibly ran though his whole body. “P-princess!” he said. “Your, um, your swimsuit – it's...”

She glanced down as if she hadn't noticed before, then gave him another one of those disarming giggles. “Oh goodness, I hadn't noticed!” She made no move to cover herself.

And he made no move to look away. “But, um...”

“Oh, I know it's against the beach rules, but it won't hurt to sunbathe them a little, will it?” She turned, showing her lovely pink breasts to their best advantage as she exposed them to the sun. “What's the point of being a princess on vacation if you can't break the rules every now and then?”

The stallion's hands were up in that classic about-to-grab-the-tits pose, but he didn't actually try anything ... probably didn't even realize he was doing it. And she could tell that her bare chest was starting to attract some attention around the beach – if only from the increasing trickle of lusty love-energy flowing in.

Honestly, the warmth and the sea breeze against her bare nipples felt lovely. She didn't mind staying a while. But she could feel her eggs deep inside, feel their tingling and yearning. Enough of these games – this stallion was a good choice, and she obviously already had him hooked. It was time to reel him in.

“Say, um, what was your name?”

“It's ... Riptide, Ma'am.”

“Oh, don't call me ma'am. I'm just a regular pony, just like you.”

He nodded slightly. Oh, if only he knew what a lie that was...

Time for her to finally make her move. She pulled the front of her swimsuit back over her breasts, just to make sure she didn't distract him too much. “Say, Riptide, you've been so kind to me... What do you think about coming back to get a few drinks–” she paused for dramatic effect “–in my hotel room?”

For a few moments, all he could do was stare at her with a particularly dumbfounded expression on his face. She just looked up at him, smiling sweetly the whole time, and waited for the response she knew would be coming.

It began with a slight jerk of his whole body, as if someone had slapped him in the stomach. But he quickly shook himself and then nodded as vigorously as a foal who had just been offered sweets. “Um, yeah! I could go for some...” He glanced down at her body again, making his true meaning obvious. “I could go for some drinks.”

“Wonderful!” She stood up abruptly in front of him, leaving his nose just inches away from her barely-covered pussy for a moment.

He looked up in awe, and she peered back down at him, half his face hidden by her own tits – or, rather, Cadance's tits. When he stood up, he was so close that he nearly bumped the back of his head against them, and when he stood straight, the bulge in his swim trunks actually did brush up against Chrysalis's thigh.

And she didn't shy away from that – she deliberately rubbed up against him, feeling the firmness of his cock through his trunks as he stared in shocked silence. Not that she let him stand and stare for long – she took his hand in hers and began leading him away.

Only after several steps did he remember his stuff still on the beach. “Hold on a minute!” he said, rushing back to pick up his board, towel, and bag. Once he was back, it was as if the two of them were any other couple walking back from the beach.

Except ... everyone knew who she was. Rather, they knew who she looked like. And everywhere as they passed by, hushed whispers about Princess Cadance passed back and forth. Just to make sure they had plenty to talk about, she reached back and blatantly grabbed her stallion's ass where everyone could see. Her only regret was that Riptide looked so much like Shining Armor that some onlookers – especially at a distance – might just think that it was Princess Cadance out here with her lawful husband. Oh well. A girl can't have everything she wants ... not until she conquers and enslaves all of Equestria.

When they arrived at her hotel – the finest on the beach, of course – Chrysalis managed to convince Riptide to leave his stuff with the concierge, who gave her a dirty look as she took yet another stallion past him up to her room.

Not that she cared. She was nearly giddy with anticipation now, smiling genuinely as she led her catch of the day into the elevator. The eggs deep inside her were practically singing to her ... as if they, too, were eager for the fertilization and final dose of love-energy that would make them ready to impregnate their new surrogate mother.

Before the elevator doors even closed behind her – still in clear view of the lobby – Chrysalis dropped to her knees in front of her new stallion and began untying his trunks. Sadly, the doors closed before she could show those ponies anything more, though that would be plenty for the rumor mill to go on.

As the elevator began going up, Riptide's swim trunks went down.

Chrysalis gasped in calculated girlish admiration as his big white cock swung free. It really was quite impressive, even when it wasn't totally hard yet and still hanging somewhat limply from his sheath. She held it up in front of her face and rubbed her cheek against his shaft, appreciating the warm mass and the weight of it, feeling every one of his heartbeats making it progressively harder.

“Oh Goddess, you're not actually going to—? Unh!”

She took him in her mouth, easily letting him slide well into her throat – she knew that he wasn't referring to her as a goddess, but she liked to pretend so when her various lovers said such ridiculous things. A little stroking of the ego was as good for her as her tongue stroking his cock was for him.

And she didn't let up, either. Gradually, she took more and more of his cock, until she made it all the way to the hilt, even as he grew harder, longer, and thicker inside her throat – even though he was substantially bigger than that pathetic shopkeeper. The elevator ride would take some time – her penthouse suite was on the top floor, after all – so she made sure to spend the time wisely, with his cock in her throat and her hands massaging his balls. Hopefully, she'd be able to tease those big, lovely orbs into producing plenty of cum for her next clutch of eggs.

Not holding herself back at all, Chrysalis gave him the best blowjob a literal sex goddess could give, letting him throat-fuck her and teasing him with her twisting tongue along his shaft. Only in one thing did she deny him – when he held his hand on the back of her head and started shoving her down, she viciously slapped his hand away, giving him a glare only marred by the big white cock still wedging her mouth open. She would do anything she had to for her new hive ... but there were some things that a queen did not put up with!

She didn't take a single breath until the elevator dinged to announce that they'd arrived. No real pony mare without breathing holes in her legs and arms would have been able to go that long, but she didn't hear him complaining about it. By the time the doors opened, she'd pulled herself back, sliding his messy, dripping cock out from her throat. She gasped in a deep breath, more because it was expected than because she actually needed it, and rose back up to her feet, leading him toward her room.

Unfortunately, there wasn't anypony in the hallway at the moment to see 'Princess Cadance' exiting an elevator with a naked stallion inside and wiping her lips. Oh well. Riptide's embarrassment when she glanced back at him was consolation prize enough.

She'd already opened her room's door by the time he'd managed to squeeze his trunks back on. He waddled after her, holding his hands over the tip of his cock where it protruded up beyond his waistband. It was a comical enough sight, but Chrysalis worked hard to keep her smile coy and inviting, rather than dismissively mirthful as it might have been if no one was watching her.

Once he made it to her door, she quickly pulled him inside and locked it behind him. She had no intention of messing about with drinks like she'd said, and no intention of letting him see just what was in the other rooms. Brushing his hands away, she grabbed the spit-slick tip of his cock and pulled him toward the couch in the suite's living room.

“Wow, this is a really nice—”

Chrysalis cut his stupid attempt at small talk off by yanking his swim trunks off again and pushing him down on the couch.

He landed with an “Oof,” leaving him in a lovely position to be ridden, his cock standing up like a pillar in his lap.

Well, she wasn't going to get a better invitation than that, now was she? Leaping up into position just above him, she grabbed his cock in one hand and used the other hand to steady herself as she got it into place against the thin fabric of her swimsuit. Taking it off would have taken far longer than she was willing to wait for this, so she simply pulled it to the side.

His eyes went huge at the sight of her bare pussy. “Wow. Um, Princess... Are we gonna get a condom, or...?”

Chrysalis lowered herself down. The broad tip of his cock pressed for a moment against her outer lips ... but soon they spread open, welcoming him in and letting him slide past the fabric of her swimsuit and deep inside.

A visible shiver went through his whole body as he felt her royal pussy engulf him for the first time, his cock disappearing inside her swimsuit-clad body.

She slid all the way down, wiggling her hips side to side slightly to help it along its way. As much as she wanted this for simple reproduction, she had to admit there was nothing like a nice, big pony cock sliding into her. This was what she was made for! The feeling of fullness, warmth, and stretching was just perfect. She could feel every inch of his length gliding against her inner walls.

Once she'd taken him all the way down, pressing her pussy lips tightly against his sheath, she paused for a moment, allowing both of them a little time to get comfortable with the way their bodies were now joined together. Her insides churned with urgent need and anticipation, feeling the tip of his cock press up against the mass of eggs inside her.

“But what if... Unh – I already feel like I'm getting so close!” He took a deep breath, looking her in her disguised eyes. “What if I can't pull out in time?”

She leaned closer, whispering her lips just over his face. “You're not pulling out. I want it inside me. All of it.”

His eyes went wide, and his cock twitched inside of her.

That was all the invitation she needed – she began expertly rocking her hips back and forth, stirring his cock deep inside her, somewhere deep in her sleek belly, below the swimsuit.

The swimsuit... Ah yes! While fucking him senseless with her clothes still – mostly – on did hold a certain allure, she could get what she wanted even faster with just a little alteration. She made sure to catch his gaze first, then slowly moved her hands up to the shoulder straps of the swimsuit.

He knew what was coming, and his cock throbbed even harder inside her as she rode him. Oh yes – now that was the spot! Her rocking increased, going a little faster.

When she pulled the front of her swimsuit down, though, his attention was completely captivated by the jiggling treasures she revealed. She had to hand it to Cadance – despite all the 'perfect' princess's faults, she did have some very fine tits ... nearly as nice as Chrysalis's own.

And Riptide evidently agreed wholeheartedly. His eyes went wide, drinking in the sight of those beautiful breasts. He was so shocked by the sight that he didn't even think to reach up and touch them until she guided his hands there. Once there, though, he really went at it – squeezing, rubbing, lightly caressing ... after a few moments, he even became bold enough to take one of her nipples between his lips.

Chrysalis enjoyed the tingling feeling of his lips, but she didn't let it distract her from rolling her hips back and forth, milking that cock inside her for its precious life-giving cream.

He moaned, and she felt the tip of his cock flaring deep inside. Oh yes – it wouldn't be long now! “Princess,” he groaned out, “I'm gonna...”

She held the back of his head, pressing his face against her breasts. “Inside,” she reminded him. “Fill me.”

With one last grunt, he instinctively grabbed her pink hips and forced them down, plunging his cock all the way into her as the first spurt of cum spasmed out.

Chrysalis felt it splash up into her, seeping into the mass of waiting eggs. Yes, she thought to herself. Yes, flood through them and give all of them what they need!

He certainly seemed determined – whether he knew it or not – to do just that. Every throbbing twitch of his cock pumped up another wave of warm, gooey goodness inside her. She could feel pulse after pulse of it shooting up through his shaft into her.

Only after the very last little dribble came out did Chrysalis finally lift herself up off of his lap. A real pony mare might have been dripping like a fountain after being doused with so much cum inside, but she was no mere pony. Deep inside, her highly specialized body greedily hoarded every last drop. When she pulled herself off of him, the only mess was her own juices coating his cock. She slid the bottom of her swimsuit back in place before he could have a chance of noticing that little anomaly.

Standing up in front of his sweating, panting figure, she smirked down at him. “Not bad, not bad.” She turned away, beginning to fasten the top of her swimsuit back in place. “A little quick, maybe, but I actually like that in a—”

She froze when she felt his hands on her shoulders ... and that gave him the opportunity to pull the swimsuit back down – all the way down, until it barely covered her ass. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “Ready for round two?” and his cock, somehow still hard, pressed against the small of her back.

Chrysalis looked at him over her shoulder, her nose rubbing his. “I could do this all day.” It was literally true – she had on several occasions, back when she'd had a bustling hive to entertain her.

With surprising strength, he whipped her back around to face the couch, pushing her shoulders down to bend her over it.

Oh yes – now this was a stud fit for a queen! She let him push her down against the couch, resting her knees on its bottom cushions and her hands on the backrest. As he pulled the swimsuit the rest of the way down and let it rumple on the floor, she pushed back toward him, sticking her ass out and flipping her tail high above her back, practically begging for it.

If he noticed that the swimsuit turned back to red when it hit the floor, he didn't say anything about it – he was probably too busy getting the tip of his cock lined up with her pussy. She could feel the heat of it prodding her there, probing for just the right spot before he—

“Aaah!” she cried out as he found that perfect spot and recklessly thrust all the way into her. The sudden penetration was startling ... but in a good way. A lesser creature might have been in pain, but a changeling could take much rougher sex than this and still have a smile on their face – especially a changeling queen. Chrysalis gleefully rammed her pink ass back against him with his every thrust, egging him on for more and more.

With one hand, he grabbed her slim waist, holding her like he meant to fuck her like a sex toy. With the other hand, he pulled her candy-colored mane, forcing her head back as she moaned toward the ceiling.

He was filling her so deeply! Every time his thighs rammed up against her ass, her whole body sang in erotic glee. The eggs inside her sloshed and jostled in their bath of warm cum, completely coating every last one of them ... and it wasn't even over yet – Chrysalis's pussy squeezed tighter at the thought that her clutch of eggs would soon be flooded with yet another load of simmering cream. And who knew ... maybe he'd even have it in him for a 'round three'?

This round, at least, seemed to be going even faster than the first. Already his breaths were coming in raggedly, and his rhythm inside her was becoming erratic. His tip began to swell inside her, once again opening her deep inside and making her receptive for what was coming. His whole body trembled as he gave everything he had to every powerful thrust, holding himself all the way inside longer and longer each time.

The heat of it, his animal ferocity, was too much for Chrysalis. With beautiful visions of her next batch of children marching in front of her, the inner walls of her pussy clenched down, spasming around his wonderful cock. Her body convulsed around his shaft, milking him for everything he could give her.

And he definitely felt that. With one last savage thrust, he pushed himself so deeply inside her that his heavy balls pressed up between her inner thighs ... and then he released another torrent of cum into her. Pulse after pulse shot down through his cock and gushed out deep inside her.

Her body drank it up eagerly, still quivering in a changeling orgasm that squeezed and suckled his cock, matching the rhythm of his throbbing shaft and helping draw out every last drop he could give. She knew it wouldn't stop until his own orgasm did.

Of course, his did eventually end ... but only after Chrysalis was soaking in the heady glow of love-energy and her eggs were floating in a hidden little sea of white inside her. It was perfect. It might take weeks to drain this much from an ordinary stallion, but her carefully selected stud had done this to her in mere minutes. She pressed back against him, lowering the front of her body a bit more to help the goodness seep down into her, to let its heady warmth flow through every part of her.

Unfortunately, though, it didn't seem that there would be any 'round three' soon. As his softening cock slipped out of her, Riptide stumbled back and forth on his wobbly legs. The only reason he fell onto the couch rather than the glass coffee table was because Chrysalis grabbed him and guided him down. He seemed fast asleep before his head even touched the cushions.

He ended up sprawled awkwardly on the couch, his floppy wet cock draped over his thigh. She looked down at him, one hand absently rubbing the satisfying warmth and fullness in her lower belly. What to do with him now...?

If she was back in her prime, she'd obviously just keep him in her hive – one of the lucky few pony stallions worthy of being in her personal breeding harem. But, of course, she didn't exactly have a personal breeding harem right now. She could always tie him up with the others ... but was that worth it when willing males were ever so easy to find? He certainly was worth keeping – good genetics and shockingly productive virility. But trying to keep him here wasn't strictly necessary, and it would put a heavy burden on her already strained resources. She already would need to add a third broodmare to her nursery now. Trying to add two more ponies – especially one who wasn't incapacitated by a brood of eggs developing inside – would be too much of a stretch. It would invite complete disaster.

No ... she was going to have to do the unthinkable. The Queen of the Changelings – in her disguise as the Princess of Love – was going to have a steady boyfriend. She would need to have a relationship.

As distasteful as that idea was, it would give her everything she needed. A steady source of love-energy, access to his high-quality loads whenever she wanted it... She would still have to sneak love-energy from others here and there, of course. He was no great source of love-energy like Shining Armor or anything – she would need more than she could ever drain from Riptide in order to rebuild her hive. Perhaps she could convince him to have an 'open relationship'. Stallions tended to enjoy the idea of that, and it would give her all the freedom she needed to collect her love-energy.

And if he refused? Well, she'd still see others on the side, of course. She'd just be a little more discreet about it. And if she got caught? Well, let him go. He was a fairly impressive stud, but hardly the only stud who could fulfill her needs. She could always hunt down another one to replace him if the need arose.

She smiled. Yes, things were looking up for the changeling empire. Collecting enough love-energy to transform again after the Canterlot affair had been arduous – especially since she was stuck in changeling form in a country full of ponies who had just learned to fear changelings – but now that she was disguised as the Princess of Love again, Equestria was hers for the taking. All she had to do was reach out and grasp it ... or sometimes suck it ... or sometimes let it blow its load inside her.

Just as she was heading to the bathroom to check on her broods, though, a knock-knock-knock came from the suite's door. She stopped, considered for a moment, then headed over there instead.

Through the peephole, she saw the hotel's concierge. He was looking particularly annoyed this time. Well – she glanced back at the blatantly naked stallion sleeping on the couch, and down at her own nude body – the concierge would surely be in for a surprise this time. She reached for the doorknob.

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Chapter 3 - The Concierge (blowjob)

Chrysalis opened the hotel room door quickly, not giving the concierge any opportunity to avert his eyes before displaying her completely nude body in all its glory.

He jolted backward when he saw her, so quickly that he had to slide his small, square glasses back up his nose ... but then again, just what was he looking at the he needed to see so clearly? Just like the mirror, his glasses reflected a vision of a nude changeling queen, but she knew he'd actually be seeing Cadance's voluptuous pink body.

“Yes?” she prompted dismissively, as if there was nothing at all out of the ordinary here.

“Perhaps this isn't the best time. I could come back after you've had a chance to—”

“No, please. This is a perfect time – go right ahead.” Chrysalis placed a hand on her hip and leaned casually against the door frame, enjoying the way it made him squirm. Had he noticed yet that her pussy was still dripping wet from when Riptide bent her over the couch just moments ago? Had he looked past her and seen the other stallion passed out on that same couch?

“You're...” He gulped. “You're sure?”

With a dismissive rolling gesture of her free hand, she urged him to get on with it.

“Well, um, you see, Your Highness...” With an obvious effort of will, he forced himself to drag his eyes upward until he was looking into her face rather than directly at her outrageously uncovered tits. “It's about your bill... You've been staying in our premium suite for over a month now and, while I'm sure it's just some clerical oversight or the like, it seems that we haven't yet been paid at all.”

Ah, one of those situations. Chrysalis looked him up and down. A little older than her usual fare, but tall and lean, and his embroidered vest fit smartly over the tailored slacks and shirt. His grey fur and black mane reminded her somewhat of that pegasus stallion she'd considered back down at the beach. Perhaps they were related?

“I'm very sorry to bother you about it, of course, but the manager asked me if I could come up and talk to you about it, seeing as how the unpaid bill is already over twelve thousand bits...”

Yes. She knew just how to handle this sort of problem. Turning her back against the doorjamb so he'd have just enough room to squeeze by without touching her naked body, she waved her hand toward the interior of the suite. “Come inside, and we'll settle it right away.”

He blinked at her. His eyes kept darting downward before he'd yank them back up again. “I'm not sure it's wise for me to—”

Grabbing him by the front of his vest, she pulled him into the suite's entryway. He barely resisted at all – she was able to tug him along while practically dancing her way in ... and she made sure to swish her tail from side to side, drawing his eyes down to Cadance's sweet candy ass.

The concierge froze, though, when he finally spotted the naked stallion sleeping on the couch. His jaw dropped as he took in the spectacle, complete with Riptide's outspread legs displaying his oversized balls and messy, still-extended cock.

Chrysalis turned back toward him, stepping very close in hopes of distracting him from that. She was only partly successful.

He pointed at the couch. “Just what are you doing up here in this room?”

Taking his chin between two of her fingers, she turned his head back toward her. “I'm settling my hotel bill, by any means necessary.” Her other hand traced down his body until it cupped him between his legs.

He glanced down at that hand, then back up at her. “I... I don't know what you mean.”

Chrysalis slowly dropped down onto her knees in front of him, holding her perky pink breasts up for display as she looked up with her best impression of innocent doe eyes. “I mean, your manager doesn't really pay you enough to care whether bills get paid on time, does he? And you certainly won't want me to be kicked out of the hotel.” She winked. “Not once yo know the kinds of things I can do for you.” Letting her eyes drift almost all the way closed, she leaned even closer to him, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue slightly out. It was a pose no stallion could ever misunderstand, and few could resist. She could feel the lust pouring out of him as love-energy.

And yet, he still resisted. “Ma'am, I shouldn't – I can't!”

Leaning a bit farther forward, Chrysalis planted her wet lips against the bulge in his slacks, knowing he'd feel the warmth of them all the way through. And if he did back out now, he'd have the damp imprint of her lips there. That would be interesting to try and explain.

“I can't! I have a wife!”

Turning her head sideways, she looked up at him pleadingly ... just as she let her lips close around the growing outline of his cock through the pants.

Oh, how he trembled! She loved seeing pony stallions suffer like that. They were never strong enough to resist her, no matter how resolute they thought they were ... and it was always fun to see them inevitably crack under the pressure.

“Okay, fine!” he sad, in a desperate gasp. “Just...” He closed and locked the door behind him. “You have to promise you won't tell anypony!”

“My lips...” She unzipped his fly. “... are ...” She pulled down his pants and underwear. “... sealed.” Fulfilling her promise, she closed her lips over the tip of his cock.

He looked down at her in a delicious mix of horror and lust – exactly the kind of feelings she most enjoyed eliciting in stallions.

His cock wasn't bad, either. Not nearly as big as Riptide's of course, and it had a funny way of narrowing near the tip before flaring out again, but it filled her mouth quite nicely without being uncomfortable, and the love-energy seeping out from it was delectable. She ran her hands up and down the sides of his shaft and curled her tongue around his tip inside her mouth.

He was still trembling – she could feel it through his cock. She'd need to get him to calm down a little if he was going to release that load of repressed love-energy she was after.

Because – oh yes – he had plenty of it to give. He may have a wife, but he certainly wasn't giving her much love. Chrysalis would soon have it all to herself.

With one hand she cupped the nervous stallion's balls, massaging them between her fingers as she took his tip deeper into her mouth, letting it slip down her throat a little. She gave an excellent imitation of a satisfied hum as yet another cock distended her neck. How many did that make today? Five ... no, eight – how could she forget those three teenagers behind the ice cream stand?

The concierge was beginning to relax a little, but she could still feel he was so tense. A little show of abjectly slutty subservience would probably put him at ease...

Slowly and luxuriantly, she pulled her mouth back off of his cock, until only his tip remained between her lips. She didn't entirely pull off of him, instead beginning to slide her lips and tongue all over his cock, using one hand to hold the girth of his shaft against her face while the other continued playing with his balls. She slid her cheek up and down its veined curves, holding it adoringly against her and licking her way down, down, down...

Chrysalis knew very well that no stallion could ever be intimidated by a mare after seeing his balls on her face, so she went all the way down, nuzzling herself up against their warm, bulbous curves and tracing her tongue over the smooth roundness of his skin.

She looked up at him – as well as she could with his balls on her cheek and the base of his cock against her forehead. “Use my mouth however you want. Make me your royal cum dumpster.”

His mouth gaped. Oh yes, just as intended. Equestria's stallions – brainwashed as they were into revering their royalty – always went crazy after hearing that particular line from 'Princess Cadance'.

And the concierge was no exception. As soon as she'd gotten her mouth lined up with his tip again and wrapped her lips around his tip, he thrust brutally forward.

Real pony mares – even the vaunted Princess of Love – would have been battered and choked by that, but not Chrysalis. For her, this was just another day's work, and she let his cock ram down into her throat with fluid ease. She never once faltered in the lovingly supplicating look she gave him as he fucked her mouth.

And did he ever! He wasn't crass enough to take hold of her head, but he had no problem humping himself deeper and deeper into her mouth without the slightest pause. Every thrust shoved another length of warm, thick cock through her lips, until she was gurgling and drooling theatrically around his sheath.

He didn't let up after hilting, either, continuing on in the same implacable rhythm of desperately needy thrusts. How long had it been since this stallion had a decent blowjob? These ponies – they just didn't know how to take care of their own. That was part of the reason they needed a changeling queen's careful supervision.

Rather than let his balls continually bump against her chin, Chrysalis reached up and held them against her. When she snaked her tongue out far enough to caress them with it, she could taste the lovely store of love-energy waiting for her in there, just begging to be teased out of its hiding place and into her mouth.

With her other hand, she reached between her legs and began fingering herself – it would help convince him that the moans of pleasure she made were authentic. Not that she needed any help making them ... even if she wasn't a natural master of playacting, she'd have been able to appreciate one of the best face-fucking sessions she'd gotten all day.

Of course, it didn't look like it was going to last much longer. Stallions never could last very long under her expert touch. “Oh Princess!” the stallion said. “I'm... I'm—”

He didn't need to tell her. She could feel his flare swelling out and creating a tight seal deep inside her neck.

That wasn't where she wanted it, though. She had plans for his love-energy. So she pulled back away from him. He was too far gone to push back and resist it as the swell of his flare squeezed up through her throat and into her mouth. The bulk of it filled her mouth completely, and her lips stretched out thin before she finally managed to pop the huge thing out.

His cock hadn't been terribly impressive before, but now... Now that she stared down the business end of his flare, she couldn't help but marvel. His tip had swollen out to a size almost as wide as her outstretched hand. She could nearly hide her face behind it ... and she did. One hand gently squeezing his balls, one hand firmly stroking his shaft, she stuck out her tongue and rested it just below the hole in his swollen tip. Her eyes could just barely meet his over the rim of his enormous flare.

And when the inevitable came, Chrysalis eagerly let it jet straight onto her tongue. Rope after thick, heavy rope of cum poured out against the back of her mouth, pooling and sloshing there against the entrance to her throat as more and more followed. Her whole mouth tingled with the heat of love-energy passing into her – a sizable reserve of it, one of her best harvests of the day.

As his orgasm threatened to die down, she changed her stroking, tracing her hand lightly down, then squeezing tight on the way back up. She'd pump every last drop out of him that she could. Even when her mouth threatened to overflow, she just planted her lips in an obscene kiss against the hole in his tip and began suckling out every last spurt of cum she could get.

By the time his orgasm finally petered out to nothing, Chrysalis's cheeks were bulging full of warm cum. Any other mare would have been faced with the choice between spit or swallow, but Chrysalis had her own plans. She let his warm load stay right where it was, stirring her tongue through the sticky mass of it and enjoying the sweet feeling of being pumped full of love-energy.

The concierge staggered back and leaned against the wall of the entranceway, hurriedly pulling his pants back into place and fastening them as if someone might walk in and see them at any moment.

Not that he'd really be able to hide anything. If someone did walk in, all Chrysalis had to do was open her mouth, and they'd immediately know what this concierge had just been doing with their valued guest, 'Princess Cadance'.

He stared at her as she stayed there on the floor in front of him, and his hand fumbled desperately for the doorknob. “Yes. I think, um...” He found the doorknob, and a visible wave of relief passed over his face. “I think that bill won't be a problem.”

Chrysalis stood up, smiled and winked at him, her falsely blushing cheeks still bulging full.

The concierge whipped open the door and stepped through it, but when he looked back at her, he seemed reluctant to close it again. He was hesitating, obviously wanting to say something else, but too afraid to do so.

This load of love-energy in her mouth wouldn't stay fresh forever. To force him into talking sooner, she turned as if to head for the suite's master bedroom.

“Please!” he blurted out, probably louder than he intended. When she turned back toward him, his voice became much quieter. “Can we... Can we do this again sometime, and maybe...?” He glanced downward, clearly looking at her pussy.

What a little pervert, trying to take advantage of 'Princess Cadance' and coerce her like this! She was glad she'd found him. Stallions like him were always useful sources of love-energy, and they were surprisingly difficult to find sometimes.

She shrugged in a noncommittal, 'Maybe later, we'll see' kind of way, and turned back from the door again.

This time, he closed it and left. Good. One glance at the couch confirmed that Riptide was still sleeping soundly. It was the perfect time for her to check on her brood.

Her mouth still full of cum, she made her way to the suite's luxurious bathroom. It was the only room she'd made modifications to, and only because they were strictly necessary. The huge jacuzzi tub was filled to the brim with nutritious green slime and wriggling pupae. The lights were off, replaced by a gentle green glow from sticky strands of goo all over the walls, as befitted a proper changeling nursery.

And, of course, there were the two mares hanging from the walls in the oversized shower. They were both completely nude inside their translucent cocoons, and appeared as if in a deep sleep. One was just beginning to show a real bulge in her abdomen, but the other – further along – had her belly swollen out in an obscene exaggeration of pregnancy. When Chrysalis rested her hand against the surface of the cocoon, she could practically feel the tiny grubs twitching inside the mare's womb. Soon, they'd be ready to be birthed out and begin their pupal stage.

On the subject of those pupae ... she had a present for them.

Leaning over the edge of the wriggling green mass in the tub, she smiled down and opened her mouth, letting the concierge's load of cum slowly drip down into the seething mass. The pupae twitched and flexed as they felt the thick creamy liquid – packed full of nutritious love-energy – flow over them.

She saved the last few drops for herself to swallow. A queen has to take her due, after all. But seeing her children devour the love-energy she'd brought them was one of the few things she wholeheartedly enjoyed about her life now.

Back when she'd been the ruler of an enormous hive, she'd never had time for nursery duty herself. Drones would go out into the surrounding lands and collect love-energy to bring back to the nursery grubs ... and their queen, of course. Chrysalis herself had spent almost all her time either breeding with her captive harems or planning out the expansion of the hive.

She resolved that in her next hive, after she'd properly subjugated Equestria, she'd make sure to schedule time in the nursery herself. She'd forgotten how satisfying it was to watch her little ones grow and develop.

And soon, they'd have many more brothers and sisters... She could already feel her very fertilized eggs beginning to make their way into her oviduct. She'd have to find another incubator soon. If she didn't, they'd begin to develop inside her, and she'd be the one with a swelling belly and – she shuddered – giving birth. No, that sort of thing was best left to captive ponies. It was time to find the next 'very lucky' mare to join the hive.

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