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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