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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