Chrysalis seethed atop the sex bench. She ground her fangs against the leather strap in her mouth, but after long, futile efforts, she conceded that the thing had probably been reinforced with an enchantment. Her throat ached and her chest still felt tight from air deprivation. Likewise, her nethers still leaked and burned from the overstimulation. Just the thought of it made her clench with reflexive arousal. Damn him, she thought. Her sopping wet hole still felt so ready for a cock and she squirmed, vainly hoping she could find something to rub her clit against to alleviate the harsh desire for another orgasm.

To distract herself, she pondered the strap that had been left just slightly too loose. Was it a trick? It had to be. Though she had hoped trick him into just such a mistake, Chrysalis had to reconsider. This stallion seemed too experienced with his equipment and methods to make such a basic blunder. He wanted her to get her hoof loose. But why? Through the haze of sexual heat, Chrysalis studied her left foreleg. There didn’t seem to be a way to loosen the other straps, not that it would accomplish much since she’d still be trapped within the containment circle. Perhaps this was a test, something to give him an excuse to whip her for disobedience. She wouldn’t be surprised at that, he seemed to have a real streak for sadism, as evidenced by the mess he left on her face. She grinded her fangs together, out of fury this time, but caught herself and took a deep breath. She released it in a growl as a droplet of cum made its way into her mouth. It made her even more furious that she couldn’t even be disgusted with the taste. His seed was sweet and mild, the cur!

Presently, the soft beat of hoofsteps began to grow in the distance. Chrysalis resisted the urge to turn her head and glare at Rune, opting to maintain what little poise she could by refusing to acknowledge his approach. Her dignity shriveled when a shuddering moan escaped her at the sensation of his tongue sliding across her eager slit. It moved up and down and around her clit, lapping up every drop of the arousal that had been leaking from her for the past hour without relief. But something was different, strange. This tongue was too attentive, too mindful to be a stallion’s. Chrysalis sniffed the air and there, just under her own pheromones, a downy, familiar, feminine scent lurked. Suddenly, the pretense dropped and she felt more than heard Princess Celestia’s quavering moan as her enemy rolled her tongue about Chrysalis’ folds.

“You changelings have such exotic flavors,” Celestia said in a smoky murmur before diving back into the pussy. Chrysalis’ eyes rolled into her head as she fought to repress the reactions that would betray just how much she was enjoying herself. By the powers, this princess was good. Every tease and stroke was made with the artful skill and cunning with which a grandmaster martial artist might feint and attack his opponent. Each time Chrysalis felt her loins warm with the approach of an orgasm, Celestia would reduce her efforts, only to give tiny, enticing jabs at her clit, making her throb inside with frustration and desire. While she had often desired exerting dominance over the princesses by forcing them to perform such acts on her, this inversion of the balance of power still contained potent granules of excitement, especially since Chrysalis was more than certain she would prevail, in time. This was just a small taste of her future victory, made sweeter with the knowledge that Celestia foolishly thought she was in control of their destinies. With these thoughts in mind, Chrysalis relaxed into the cunnilingus, moaning as freely as she could through the gag.

Finally, when there seemed to be no steeper drop to which Celestia could edge the changeling, her tongue began to dance a furious staccato on the queen’s hyper-sensitive button. Chrysalis’ heart hammered as she anticipated the crash of pleasure she would soon experience, arching her back and unconsciously pushing back against the princess. The intensity of the stimulation seemed to build and build and build, yet no matter how hard and fast she was licked, no climactic peak seemed within reach. She growled and whined and squirmed, as if an orgasm was something she could shake loose from some broken mechanism within herself. Celestia’s ministrations suddenly broke off, just as Chrysalis at last realized something was wrong.

A soft series of hoof falls sounded and Celestia’s voice came gently into her ear. “Do you understand now? My subject’s plans for you are cruel and cunning, but with a feminine touch, they could be so much more effective. In a few minutes, he’ll be free of the trance I placed on him, and he’s going to return to you. He’ll ram his cock into that delicious hole of yours for days. He won’t get tired and his capacity for finding this task amusing will seem limitless. You won’t be allowed to cum or sleep or have a second of peace. You’ll take his stallionhood with an ocean of pleasure, but not an ounce of relief. I, however, will pleasure myself to your screams and pleas and cum a hundred times before he even considers giving you the same satisfaction. I’d love it if you laid here and just thought about all that for a while.”

With that, Celestia planted a long, soft kiss on Chrysalis’ cum-drenched cheek. She cantered away without a word, her flanks swaying seductively in view of the light before melting into the black.

Chrysalis huffed and rolled her eyes. She could handle anything, she was a queen, a warrior, a creature of unparalleled might and fortitude.

Inside, she quivered, but for what, she wasn’t sure.

Author's Note

Mini-update, but better than nothing. Will try for a longer chapter next.