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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