Rune lowered the great stone slab of a door. Celestia had revealed that the trick was in pushing several small parts on the surface of the structure in the opposite direction one wished the object to move. It was an ancient contrivance of a lock, but one that had been largely forgotten, and so gained a sort of obscure efficacy. It boomed as it fell into place and Rune was astonished to discover just how much precision of control it required for Celestia to have moved it with such grace.

“Congratulations, princess. Whatever will you do with me now?” Chrysalis grumbled. Rune grinned and hummed to himself as he set to work, erasing the unnecessary remnants of the previous system and carving new sigils.

“Myself? Nothing. I’m going to rest and dream. What my agent does with you, is his business,” Celestia said, cantering around to Chrysalis’ front. Her hoofbeats, though gentle and evident of a limp, beat a steady, echoing tattoo. “You know, I really have wanted us to be friends, for a long time. There’s potential in a partnership between our races.” Celestia reached under the cascade of Chrysalis’ ribbons and caressed the queen’s cheek, gently tilting her chin up to lock eyes with her. Rune saw only the faintest blur of motion that happened in the interim between Celestia’s friendly gesture and the sinking of Chrysalis’ fangs into her foreleg. Celestia screamed and nearly collapsed on her remaining three legs. Rune worked faster. Celestia moaned aloud, “This really hurts, agent! It would please me very much if you were finished soon!”

“Nearly there, your Highness, just a few more moments!” Rune blazed trails of light into the air around them at speeds few runecrafters had ever achieved with success, ending the final stroke with a satisfied flourish. “Done.”

As he finished, Chrysalis let go of the princess’s leg with a cackle, “Too late, fool! Observe!” The bite wound trailed a green, glowing, stiff fluid that receded further into the punctures, rather than leaking. As it vanished beneath Celestia’s alabaster skin, a layer remained behind, keeping the wound from leaking blood. They watched as a light traveled up Celestia’s leg and expanded into her barrel, then began to fade. “You’ve been envenomed with a preparatory substance us changelings inject into all of our broodmares. Until you’ve given birth to my next clutch of eggs, your womb will be useless for—”

“Yes, yes, she can’t get pregnant with a pony until she’s bred with a changeling, we know. Goodness, you love to talk, don’t you?”

“Excuse me?” Chrysalis hissed.

“You’re excused. The kingdom of Equestria thanks you for your cooperation,” Rune said, picking back up where he left off on his work. “Now, I’d like to welcome you to the first day of your...re-education. My name is—”

“I couldn’t care less whatever hideous pony name your mother cursed you with! How dare you speak down to me, I could strip the flesh from your brittle bones where you stand! In fact—” Chrysalis launched herself at him. The binding spells shimmered and shone, the beams of light vibrating like plucked strings. Rune was forced to channel a painful amount of Celestia’s magic just to halt the savage advance. He noted the aura of his magic that engulfed Chrysalis had taken on some of Celestia’s golden hues. He coughed, tasting blood as the queen roared, mere inches from laying her hooves on him. With an effort, he began more hasty work.

By the time Rune was finished, a trickle of blood ran from his muzzle, leaving a dotted semicircle of scarlet on the floor. He let go of Chrysalis and watched as she hurled herself at him again, only to fall a short distance from his hooves, heaving labored breaths.

“Agent! Are you alright?” Celestia cried as she noticed the signs of damage.

“I will be. Thank you for your concern, your Highness.”

“What...what is this magic?” Chrysalis breathed.

“‘This magic’ is closer to a science. It’s also a trade secret, something I’ll take to my grave. All you need to know, is that it’ll keep you from exiting this circle and dampen that quite intimidating strength of yours.” Rune sat beside his new control sigil and tapped a section that caused the binding spell to blink out of view. Chrysalis misread this and made an attempt to dive at the door, ending with an exhausted crash landing as her forelegs gave out. Rune took the opportunity to appreciate the shapely curvature of her raised hindquarters and the inviting quality of other anatomies. “Now, let’s talk, just you and me.” Celestia took this que to rise and limp away, shaking out the scorched feathers from her wings as she walked.

Chrysalis rolled to her side and glared back at Rune, “I have nothing to say to the likes of you, puppet.”

“That’s just fine. You’re going to listen to me, then.” Rune cleared his throat. “In the coming days, weeks, months, or however long you make this last, we’re going to get to know each other very well. Intimately.” Chrysalis silently bared her fangs, but said nothing. “There’s something to be said about the stamina and vitality of an alicorn, and you’re looking at the honored recipient of an alicorn’s blood. What this means for you, is that our activities will be both intense and very, very long-lasting.”

“Come near me with that twig of a water pump and it’ll be the only thing left of you. I’ll keep it to show everyone how cruelly fate had endowed you.”

“I like that passion.”

Chrysalis’ face split into a grin, “Princess! Is this how the sweet, motherly, holier-than-thou cunt of a ruler deals with her enemies? I’m surprised at you, but I can’t say I disapprove! I’ll be so happy to share this news with—” Chrysalis’ muzzle was surrounded in a pale aura and locked into a closed position.

“Nothing that occurs in this room will be known to a single individual beyond these walls. I’m certain you don’t believe me, but when I’m through with you, you’ll sing only the songs I permit. Now, I’ll give you one chance to apologize for that foul language.” Rune let go of the queen’s muzzle and covered his ears as a torrent of obscenities and threats followed. To say Chrysalis was inventive would be an understatement. Rune made sure to take mental notes of the nastiest remarks for Agent Sermi’s appraisal later. Assuming she wasn’t a traitor. He locked Chrysalis’ jaws shut again and said, “One chance, Chrysi, and you blew it. Let’s get you acquainted with the consequences of disobedience.”

Rune grasped Chrysalis’ rear hooves in his magic and levitated them into the air until she hung upside-down before him, then pulled her flailing forelegs toward the floor, careful not to cause any discomfort in his manipulations. Next, he conjured a crop and rotated the queen to face away from him, her wings buzzing furiously at the air. Without ceremony or pomp, he used the crop to lash her firm ass, each stroke reverberating throughout the lofty space with magnificent clarity. Her ebony flesh opened and immediately sealed itself as he laid into it, speckling the floor with dark green in all directions. He bit his lip, feeling more excited than he expected by this, the most common and diminutive of procedures to come. Though the queen made no noise at his ministrations, her wings had frozen after the first stroke. Now, he was simply having fun watching them twitch and shudder with successive strikes, like a strange game of Red Light, Green Light. By the time he tired of the spectacle, his balls and groin felt painfully tight, but the excessive degrees of self-control he possessed kept his scepter fully sheathed. He set the queen down, gently, banishing the crop and releasing his holds, making sure to stand a safe distance from the edge of the containment circle. Her head whipped around to face him, eyes smouldering with a hatred deeper and darker than Tartarus itself.

“Well? How was it?” he asked, genuinely curious about her response. Rune’s confidence in the efficacy of his work earned him a burst of stars, a ringing in his ears, and a delayed ache in his jaw. The concussion would clear not long after his vision straightened itself out, but the damage to his pride was eternal. He climbed to his hooves, finding that he had traveled the whole fifty yards to the chamber’s door. If the shooting pain in his back was any indication, it was only by the grace of the stone’s supernatural strength, that he’d traveled no further. He staggered back to the containment circle, where a smiling Chrysalis snored peacefully, just outside the bounds of the runes. A pool of bluish, glowing drool was already pooling by her cheek. He gripped her tail in his magic and dragged her back to the center, then began reviewing each arcane symbol. A few gaps in his memory made themselves apparent, which he patched with all haste. The magic hummed back to life and the light-ring formed nearby. The queen was levitated back into it and the spell closed on her again. Adjustments were made to the strength of the bindings and their activation thresholds. Rune ran through them in his head and sighed. These were costly changes that would slow his progress. The magic that would maintain his body and make sleep unnecessary was significantly weaker. If he sustained further injuries, they would take minutes to heal, instead of seconds. He would have to sleep for at least two hours a day. Two hours of progress lost, every day.

Perhaps this was a good thing, he thought, as he rubbed the slowly receding mass of swollen flesh on his face. Now, he’ll have longer to savor the experience. The queen was more than just an exotic beauty, she was a powerful, intelligent, caring mare, despite her spicy callousness. What more could a discerning stallion ask for? Sure, he’d have to break her, but that didn’t mean there couldn’t be a little something genuine in their future relationship.

Rune shook his head to clear the thoughts, regretting it as a headache flared up from remains of the healed concussion. Celestia’s radiant teats, he could really creep himself out sometimes.

Ah, yes. Celestia. How was she doing? Her trail of blackened feathers pointed to a small field of dimly glowing lights moving in lazy patterns around a patch of darkness. He headed in that direction, cantering slowly so that the majority of the damage would heal before he reached her.

“Your Highness? I’ve just come to see how you fare.” Rune stopped and raised a brow at the sight that greeted him as he neared. A sizeable mass of pure white feathers appeared to him in the shadows. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, more details revealed themselves. The mass was actually a woven mesh of feathers that held an even larger quantity of the princess’s down inside itself. The whole thing had to be several yards across and at least two yards tall. It smelled wonderful, like childhood memories. Not his, but somepony else’s.

Celestia smiled down at him from the edge of the makeshift bed, “Just fine, Agent Rune. I sense a change in the system. What happened?”

“Just a...minor incident. Nothing too serious.”

“Join me, please. Ah—I won’t accept a refusal. I know our bodies are being rejuvenated by your spells, but the weariness in your eyes doesn’t come from the body.”

Rune grinned sheepishly, but acquiesced, making to climb up the side of the mesh. He let go when he felt her lifting him with magic, though her horn never glowed. She set him beside her, their forehooves inches apart. The feathers whispered as they shifted beneath him, like sweet nothings from a lover’s lips. “Thank you, but, I have to ask: how are you able to cast spells? My runes are supposed to convert all of your power to their purpose.”

Celestia tittered, “Oh, just a small trick I picked up from the research of an old friend. As far as I could tell, he was never aware of this particular implication, but he went quite far with what he did discover. There’s more than one way to use magic, but there are some very severe limitations involved. Lifting you and creating these lights is about the extent of it, I’m afraid.”

“Fascinating.” Rune murmured.

“Hit you pretty hard, didn’t she?”

Rune stiffened and felt himself blush as he turned away, “Indeed…”

She hummed a good-natured laugh, “Let me make it better.”

Before he could ask what she meant, Rune felt the princess’s lips press upon the cheek that had been struck. It was like being caressed in a lovely dream. Childish as it was, he did feel better. But the lips pressed again, lower, closer to his neck. Too close. His blush deepened as a third kiss landed squarely on his neck and one of Celestia’s wings settled across his back.

“Your Highness, please...I-I…” A fourth kiss. A fifth. “Princess!” Rune cried leaping to his hooves, the bed’s material hissing at the sudden motion. He stumbled to the side, losing his balance on the plush surface and rolling away. Celestia herself seemed to come out of a daze as she watched him regain his legs.

“Oh! My goodness, I apologize, Agent Rune! The venom, it’s far stronger than I gave it credit,” Celestia squeezed her eyes shut and turned away from Rune, “Please, forgive me.”

“No harm done, your Highness,” Rune breathed, clearing his throat, “I can’t imagine how difficult it must be to control yourself. I shouldn’t have bothered you. I’ll take my leave.”

“That’s for the best, agent. Thank you, for coming to see me.”

Rune landed back on the ground with a sharp clatter of hooves, then turned and bowed low. “Your Highness.” He strode through the dark, struggling to strike the correct balance of speed that would best mask his eagerness to get away.

Rune hummed to himself, the embarrassing moment with Celestia having faded into the back of his mind, for the time being. He busied himself with inspecting each ‘tool’ that he pulled from the black silk bag. A crop, etched with runes to inflict the recipient of its lashes with optimal levels of pain for enhancing pleasure. An anal plug, enchanted to possess adjustable, mobile textures. Various sticky tabs and pills that channel raw magic into the dealer’s choice of vibrations or biologically safe electric shocks. A ball gag and a blindfold, ordinary. Rune glanced inside the bag, resisting the urge to rub his hooves together in anticipation. He had enough to work with, for now.

He arranged the selected tools in a neat row and stepped over to the sleeping queen. For safety’s sake, he conjured some restraints, anchored them to the floor, and slipped Chrysalis in. Having pushed the limits of what the vampiric fields would allow her, Rune wasn’t worried that she’d wake, and so he wasn’t gentle about moving her. When she had been fully secured, he stepped back to admire her figure. Laid out in a spread eagle position, with her rear hooves bound beside her ribs and her forehooves locked above her head, he thought she looked very endearing, especially with the grin she still wore as she slept. Her glistening, hot pink tongue lolled out of her rosy mouth and he couldn’t help wondering how it’s incredible length would feel, wrapped around his throbbing shaft. Dimming the nearby magelights, he was disappointed to see that most of her bioluminescence had faded. All that remained, was a feeble glow about her middle that only became apparent as he extinguished the majority of the light.

He brought a few orbs back into existence and began a more thorough, clinical examination of the queen’s anatomy.

“No apparent nipples, or other such obviously sensitive surface nodules. No readily accessible seams in body plating, changeling vagina and anus analogues notwithstanding. Vaginal interior is bright green, similar to bioluminescent plating. No apparent purpose or difference between the channels and ‘missing’ sections in legs. No defined, internal structures currently visible through semi-translucent barrel plates. Iridescent eyelid coloration, confirmed artificial, but permanent. Ears, gods-damned adorable. ‘Mane’ ribbons incredibly soft and smooth, though stiffening slightly near the ends. Crest seems to serve no purpose besides visual distinction.”

Rune sat back on his haunches and took stock. His tools were varied, but the avenues of attack seemed limited. He felt a pleasant tingle of anticipation as he realized this would be the first unrestricted, in-depth foray into changeling sexuality. He had a flawless, nearly limitless memory with which to absorb and catalogue the information, too. And a queen subject, no less. He wondered what the encyclopaedic Princess Twilight would do for that sort of information. Many had it on good authority that she’s a closet pervert, though no evidence had been brought to bear. Yet. It’s usually true of those bookish types, anyway. Many of the wildest members of Canterlot’s most exclusive BDSM club were holders of multiple academic degrees or, at least, frequented the non-fiction sections of libraries far more often than the average pony. He knew this, having been hired to vet most of them himself, between missions.

The queen stirred and Rune’s heart began to race. She moaned and pulled at the restraints, her grin fading as her brow crinkled with effort. Her limbs jolted once, twice, thrice, and her eyes shot open.

“Wha…?”

“Rise and shine, Chrysi.” Rune said, not unkindly, “Well, shine, anyway.”

Chrysalis gave one more concerned effort to break the restraints but fell back against the floor, out of breath. “At least restrain me with some dignity, you disgusting worm.”

Rune laughed, “But I have! I could have tied you down with your lovely ass in the air and your head to the ground like some common breeding sow, but I’m giving you the luxury of looking your captor in the eyes.” Rune levitated the crop over, giving the queen’s butt cheeks a casual stroke, which caused her to grunt through her teeth. “Be grateful.”

“I’ll be grateful when I’m drinking your blood from your own skull.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but changelings don’t drink blood.”

“I’ll make one satisfying exception.”

Rune rolled his eyes, “We both know that’d make you violently and enduringly ill, so who really gets the last laugh in that scenario?” He struck her ass again and she visibly seethed. “While we’re on the topic of changeling physiology, how are those sexual hormones kicking in? I’m surprised at how quickly you took the bait to bite the princess. Sealed your own fate there, you know?”

“Slime…you’re all filthy, perverted slime.”

“Pardon me, but it was your plan to trap us in here with a sexually overdriven alicorn. You figured she’d eventually force me to give you my seed so you could start producing the eggs she’d beg to receive. You’d then use them to barter for your freedom. How’s my aim?”

Chrysalis grinned, “Better than most, I’ll admit.” Rune struck her ass, erasing the mirthful expression.

“Damn right.” He levitated a half dozen tabs to them and began placing them on her body. One at the base of each wing and two on her stomach, a hoof apart. She flinched when he placed a tab against her anus.

“G-Get away from there!”

Rune glanced up and shrugged, “Okay.” He hovered a tab over her exposed clitorous, but changed his mind, placing the remaining two on each ass cheek. “What is that hole for, anyway? I know that nest substance you make comes from somewhere around your wings, but there’s no known instance of changelings producing waste, given your nonmaterial diet. Research suggests it’s converted directly into biomass and your dead cells are recycled into that nest material. Beautiful system, really. I’m a mite envious of your kind for that. Pony physiology can be tedious, at times.”

“You really think that?”

“More or less.”

“You know,” Chrysalis began in a sultry tone, “there are ways to become a changeling. I can show you, teach you everything you want to know about our bodies. Besides, you’ve never lived until you tasted the pure, innocent love of a child’s first crush.”

“Tempting, but I get to simulate the best parts of that experience in here, with my spells,” Rune channeled a pulse of energy into the tabs and Chrysalis yelped as they gave her a sharp jolt, “so I’m happy, just the way I am.”

“Curse you!” She shrieked, struggling against the restraints. He watched, amused, as she played out the tantrum. This was likely the first time anyone had so thoroughly dominated the queen of the changelings. It’ll be the easiest thing in the world to push her buttons. Perhaps the two hours won’t be such a loss, after all. When she finally settled down, having spent a new reserve of creative threats and obscenities, she relaxed, coated in a thin sheen of sweat and breathing hard. After a moment, she began to laugh, “Oh, the delightful things I’m going to do to that Lady Severance.” Chrysalis pronounced the name in a harshly mocking tone.

“If it weren’t for her, we would almost certainly have fallen for one of the decoys you hid in the crowd.” Rune laughed and sighed, “She’s a firecracker, you’re daughter.”

Chrysalis’ eyes snapped to Rune’s, “Touch her like this and the worst death you can currently imagine will be something you’ll beg for.”

“I have quite the imagination, Chrysi. You’d have your work cut out for you.”

“Mmm, cutting out. That’s a start.”

Rune’s years of experience as a dark agent of the throne had pitted him against some of the most sinister, depraved criminals Equestria has never heard about, and for good reason. The art of intimidation has been a well-refined cornerstone of these psychotic individuals’ operations, usually backed by numerous gruesome examples. But the way the simple suggestion oozed from the mouth of the changeling queen…

Rune swallowed. “Let’s change gears here and get to playing a little nicer with each other, hm?” He hovered the anal plug closer and brought it to Chrysalis’ mouth, giving her an expectant stare.

“You’re kidding.” She deadpanned.

“Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to stop by the store and pick up lubrication before you attacked my home. Now, you can either suck on it like a good girl so it doesn’t hurt going in, or I can gag you until you drool all over it, anyway. I’d rather not be excessively cruel.” Chrysalis glared up at him for a long moment, but began inching her mouth open. Rune was about to thank her for cooperating when her tongue shot out, wrapping around the tool three times, then receded just as quickly, leaving the thing coated in a dripping, bluish saliva. He blinked, and promptly brought it to her ass. He pressed the bullet-shaped tip to the smaller, puckered hole, somewhat disappointed that her slit seemed to remain dry. As he pressed harder, the ring of her ‘anus’ expanded to accommodate its relatively modest girth. The queen grunted almost inaudibly as it entered her and Rune began to push its length inside. She took all eight inches of polymorphous material, her hole clamping shut around the narrow bit before the flared base. Rune gave it a few gentle tugs, to be sure it was anchored well, eliciting another wavering grunt from the queen. Without warning, he made the tabs give her a short zap that would contract her muscles around the plug. She cried out fully, ending the vocalization with a high, operatic note as her hips gave a stuttering buck. Chrysalis lay there, eyes squeezed shut, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Feels great, doesn’t it? Sometimes, the horniest mares cum, just from that. Of course, I usually have to punish them for cumming without permission, but that’s half the fun for everyone.”

“You couldn’t give me an orgasm in a thousand years of hard—aahhhhnng!”

Rune watched in glee as the queen shuddered from the stream of shocks, her slit finally beginning to wink. He spied a moist glistening somewhere within her folds and dropped the charge. She slumped, as much as the restraints would allow, her head lolling about as she gasped for breath.

“Chrysi, if I had a thousand years to spend with you like this, you’d beg for another hundred thousand by the end.”

“You…o-o-oh-h,” she groaned, seemingly unable to form more than a fleeting thought. Rune approached her and studied her twitching slit. He sat and ran a hoof over her inner thigh, inching closer to her genitals. Gods, she smelled great, like nothing he’d ever smelled before. He felt his balls tightened again and a hot pressure formed in his groin as he reached the queen’s labia. He massaged the outer edge of her lips, gradually making his way to the shiny, swollen button. Just before contact, he pulled back. Rune stood and began to canter away, into the darkness. “Come...back here and finish me off, you...thin-blooded impotent.”

Only the darkness was witness to Rune’s colossal grin.

Queen Chrysalis, for she still considered herself the ruler of her people, glared down her bound body to the male that strutted away from her, willing him to burst into flame. The muscles of her body seized in tiny, scattered groups near the magic tabs. The occasional contraction buzzed the interior of her discharge canal, where he’d placed the foreign object. It still sent small bursts of stinging pleasure racing up her spine and warmed her inverted ovipositor. She could feel herself generating natural lubrication, in response. With an effort of extraordinary will and control, she forced the muscles of her genitals to contract in ripples that would keep her wetness from showing.

She had to admit, his technique was intriguing. So far, not the most intense, but unique and...frustratingly effective. The worst she had ever experienced, was at the hooves of a certain princess when she had come up with the brilliant idea to approach the beginning of an invasion campaign from the dreamworld. Before the first operation could even begin, a training exercise was intercepted by the recently embittered Princess Luna, who had been accreting an inner darkness, at the time. All of that pent-up anger and hatred for Celestia had been unloaded onto Chrysalis’ dream-self in a humiliating nightmare that lasted a subjective moon. She had awoken from an hour-long sleep feeling both exhausted and in such dire need of sexual release, she took a captured slave and nearly killed him in her bed chambers.

Even in that nightmare, she had never been touched there, however. Now, with the hard rod of a sex toy embedded deep into that forbidden place, she couldn’t help but squirm at the shameful delight. It pressed upon her inner walls from inside and created a more intense feeling of penetration, even though it was far smaller than an average male. She found she wasn’t surprised that pony females might cum from such stimulation.

Her belly gurgled and turned, the first signs that her reproductive processes would begin soon. The hormones released after envenoming Celestia would increase her sex drive and sensitivity as her body prepared eggs for fertilisation. Should they remain unseeded, they’ll degrade and be expelled from her discharge canal as material for the construction of a royal core. Without proper processing from special drones, they’ll become wildly unstable and deadly hazards. She must prevent this unless absolutely necessary, as her captors would likely engineer a form of leverage from it.

As much as the thought of losing viable eggs made her chest ache, she would have to convince the male to fertilise her.

At the same time, she had to assert more control over herself. The newness of these sensations had thrown her off balance and given her captor a taste of exactly what he wanted. No more. From here on, this handsome, prime, naive specimen was her plaything.

Rune finished carving a null-field sigil several yards across. In here, the active magics suffusing the rest of the chamber would be dampened, keeping his body from being rejuvenated. He stepped into it and began a rigorous series of exercises that brought a fine froth of sweat to his dark coat.

He thought of the mare he had been with before all of this began. She was a beautiful and sweet, demure thing that frequented the same adult club. They had met there and spent many an intimate hour together. Rune had gotten to know her well, though he shared few factual details with her. He learned she was an avid follower of the current host of Kindness, was a fan of many of the same films and media franchises as himself, and had once had a child, though she wouldn’t speak of it beyond a passing remark. Once, through many a stuttered and abashed phrase, she asked him on a date after a session together in one of the private rooms. Agent Umbran, his partner on a mission at the time, had expressed an intense disappointment with Rune, the day he shared the story of how he had turned her down.

‘Look here, asshole,’ Umbran began, gesturing to him with a mug of ale, ‘not many of us get a happy ending—fact. Statistically, we’re all but guaranteed to come to gruesome, painful ends, but you can’t keep throwing away these little glimmers of happiness. Not good for the spirit. Even if you die today, at least you would have given that poor, lonely girl a real treat of a memory she could carry around for the rest of her life.’ Here, Umbran lowered his voice, ‘Even you-know-who is married, and that bitch is nuts! She’s an explosives specialist for Celestia’s sake!’

Rune huffed a laugh and sat down in the center of the circle, catching his breath. He rubbed his head where a faint scar raised the flesh near his mane. His reply to Umbran’s reprimand had been something about being too bloodstained and callous for someone as pure as that mare, to which his partner seemed to take an almighty offense, dragging Rune out the back of the bar. Umbran beat him senseless, then left him there, bleeding and barely conscious, vowing to find that mare and screw her brains out after giving her the date Rune had refused.

Rune stopped seeing her at the club soon after, received a wedding invitation two years later, was there for his fellow agent when the divorce papers were filed a year after that, and, at the end of the following year, welcomed her back to the club with the best session they’d ever spent together.

That was the previous morning and she hadn’t changed a bit. They had their fun, bid each other fond farewells, and went about their lives. Simple, sweet, safe. He knew he’d likely never see her again, after this, which was a shame. She had become his longest-running project. Like some of his other partners, she spoke to him of her problems and insecurities. During their sessions, he’d guide her to a solution through teasing and punishment, then reward her with a hard, passionate fuck when she displayed signs of progress. He was good at it, as evidenced by his many happily returning ‘clients’.

Perhaps he could open a therapy business someday.

Rune stepped out of the circle, feeling almost instantly re-energized by his spells. He rubbed the pale froths of sweat until they were no longer visible, but didn’t bother with any cleansing magic. He had work to do and his body was just another tool at his disposal.

“You’ve been quiet, Chrysi,” Rune said, as he approached the queen,” Plotting and scheming up a storm, I imagine?”

“Wondering how long you’ll stall. Here I am, so gorgeous and vulnerable and you still can’t bring yourself to get hard for me. Did my little love tap scare you that much?”

“As you can see, I’m perfectly fine. Obviously, you hit like a filly.”

“Funny, a filly is exactly what you sounded like for the first twenty hooves of air time.” Rune’s memory of that moment was hazy, at best, so he ignored the comment and stepped closer. He conjured a choker restraint and anchored it with a few inches of leeway for Chrysalis to move about, then climbed on top of her, gently resting his haunches on her hips. He watched her nostrils flare involuntarily as sweat and pheromones wafted off his body.

“When was the last time someone really, and I mean really, made love to you, Chrysi? A century? Two? Four? Or have you always had to use a disguise and a fake personality to get a mate?” Rune ran a hoof along her sides and belly as he spoke.

Chrysalis’ eyes wandered askance, “A queen doesn’t bother with all that nonsense.”

“Never, huh?” Rune clicked his tongue and continued to pet the queen’s sides, appreciating the smoothness of her flesh, “Poor Queen Chrysalis. Never had a real lover in her life.” She made a sharp sound in her throat and bared her fangs. Rune laughed aloud, “If it makes you feel any better, I like you just the way you are, honest.”

Rune’s hoof traced a slow line from her chest to her hips and Chrysalis’ mouth opened to emit a faint sigh, “F-Fool. You’ll never get anywhere with such obvious techniques.”

“Then let’s get a little more serious, shall we?” Rune removed the tab on her stomach that lay nearest his balls and levitated it behind him, pressing it to her clitorous. He felt a miniscule flinch as it made contact. He channeled a brief packet of magic into the other five tabs, giving her a tiny series of shocks. She convulsed beneath him with a somewhat sensual moan that quickly became a growl. It was the most arousing sound Rune had heard in a long while. He didn’t suppress the swelling of his cock, this time. He leaned over her, “I think I heard a bit of honesty in there.”

Chrysalis’ eyes locked onto his and her head shot forward, maws spread inequinely wide as she attempted a bite, but the choker restraint stopped her just short of Rune’s muzzle. The angry hiss that came from her throat was converted into a ragged moan as he made the tab on her clit seize with an intense vibration. Her legs strained and fought against the restraints as she drew in a breath and visibly combatted the urge to make any further noise. She writhed beneath him, eyes closed and jaws clenched. Rune unconsciously bit his lip as he studied the queen’s reaction with intense focus, searching for signs of an approaching orgasm. He dropped the magic when a high note squeezed past Chrysalis’ teeth. She instantly relaxed, her previously arched back falling flat against the warmed stone. Her chest rose and fell at a higher rate than normal, but her breaths were controlled and steady. Her nostrils flared again as something new stimulated her senses. Chrysalis cracked her eyelids, but when she saw what had gotten her attention, they flew open. Rune watched in amusement as her pupils contracted at the sight of his semi-erect member. Her gaze darted between his cock and eyes as her wings twitched and flexed.

Chrysalis’ gaze narrowed, “Is that all you have for me?” she huffed.

Rune appreciated how she wasn’t clear about making a jab at his endowment or the torture. “It’s all you get, for now,” he said, letting his cock and balls slide across her belly as he climbed off, “That is, unless you’d like to ask me very nicely for more. And I do mean with a cherry on top.”

“Choke to death on it.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Rune’s horn lit up as he grasped the butt plug in his magic and pulled it from Chrysalis’ hole in one swift motion. She cried out in shock, then began writhing and twitching as Rune alternated between buzzing the tab on her clit and shocking her with the others. Her moans came in short fits as she seemed to try holding the sounds back between stimulants. When he felt like she had enough, he dropped the charges, let her catch her breath for a minute, then began to give her clit a mild, constant vibration. The pleasure was so subtle, she didn’t seem to realize she was groaning and bucking her hips until a few minutes in, when she abruptly cut herself off. By then, a small dark stain had formed under her ass. Rune realized he had expected her juices to be as bright green as her genitals or a clear blue, like her saliva. Instead it was just as colorless as an ordinary mare’s arousal. He controlled his urge to sample her flavors by reminding himself that he had time on his side.

Still, maybe a little taste wouldn’t hurt.

Rune began to ramp up the intensity of the tab’s vibration until Chrysalis’ suppressed moans rose in pitch. Just when they were about to reach a crescendo, he placed his head beside her leaking slit, gave her a jolt of electricity and peeled back the tab. She convulsed, then lay still. He gave her swollen clit a quick peck and backed away with a satisfied lick of his lips. Chrysalis, sensing his touch, gave one last series of high-pitched notes, almost as if readying for a sneeze. Her hips bucked with each exhalation, rising by tiny degrees. After a moment of silence and stillness, she slumped with a frustrated growl. Rune internally sighed with relief and peeled away the remaining five tabs. When he was sure she had backed away from the precipice of climax, he wet the plug against her nether lips and eased the toy back into her ass. Chrysalis grunted and shivered as the last two inches slipped inside. Next, Rune conjured a set of acid green panties to cover her privates, adding magical properties to keep them in place and resistant to any efforts the wearer might make to stimulate herself through them. He banished the rest of the restraints and watched as she sat up, pressing a hoof to her crotch and glaring around at him as she discovered the clothing’s properties.

“You’re sick.”

“Of course I am. I wouldn’t have this job, if I wasn’t. That’s the difference between our worlds, Chrysalis. Celestia takes broken, disfigured things and makes them into works of art or tools of peace and prosperity for her subjects. All you do, is make broken and disfigured things.”

Chrysalis scoffed, “She and I aren’t as different as you think. I, at least, have the nerve to stand up to fate.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Chrysalis turned her back and settled down, as if to sleep, “Ask your fellow agents.” she mumbled. “Or let me go and I might let you in on a little secret about your perfect, fearless leader.”

“You know, I could flay you for weeks until I got answers.”

“Mmm, but you won’t,” Chrysalis hummed, throatily, giving her rear end a subtle wave, “you want to spread these holes of mine wide open with your hard stallion meat too badly,” she shot him a hard look with one eye, “and you want me to want it, too. So...very...bad.”

Author's Note

Sorry, not sorry for the fantasy biology lesson in the middle of your free porn, but I had an idea and I thought it was cool. Sue me.

Please don't sue me, though, I'm poor.