A Maid's Pledge

Crisp's horn glowed. She reached out with her magic, found the knobs, and pulled hard. The doors slammed, much harder than she intended. She had no clue what she was doing, but in the moment, another pony was the last thing she wanted to see. She'd been studying the eyes of the Queen, and there was something... kind within them she'd never noticed. She dared to break the silence.

"May I touch you?"

Chrysalis narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?"

Crisp thought carefully, her mind felt a million miles away. She wanted to ask what she was thinking, but she knew what she was thinking. She felt she really understood the Queen, and had something that could make her feel better. It terrified her, yet she felt compelled.

"I... want to show you I know my place. But first... you don't have a coat. That is strange to me. I... want to get over it. I can't serve you if I'm afraid of you, right?"

The Queen tilted her head. "You may."

The Queen didn't specify where, so Crisp was left with a difficult choice. Her face seemed... dangerous. It's a vulnerable place. So, too, could be the neck? There was that armored backplate? Crisp decided the belly was right out, as well. No, curse her eyes, Crisp felt there was only one logical place to start. She couldn't figure out why, but it was the only thing she could think about anymore. She took a cautious step forward, followed by another, and brought herself alongside the queen. She took one deep breaths. Two deep breaths. She reached out a hoof...

...and planted it firmly on a royal flank, right where a cutie mark should be. It was sleek, hard, and she was more surprised by what bothered her than anything else.

"Oh..."

"What is it?"

"You're... so cold..."

"Excellent deductive reasoning. I've got no coat! Why do you think I keep the fire blazing?"

Crisp frowned, and moved her hoof a little. The sound was a little unnerving, but she found herself enraptured. The Queen's scent was amazing, and the moment her hoof contacted chitin, she felt electrified. She couldn't... possibly enjoy the things she was thinking. She hadn't even noticed, but she'd been moving her hoof further along the Queen's flank, towards her tail. She'd done it. She was doomed. She was rubbing the changeling queen's ass with her hoof. But she wasn't dead yet? The smell was even stronger, and only one thought formed in Crisp's mind.

"I... am sorry. It must be hard. Is there anything I can do?"

Chrysalis's tail twitched imperceptibly. "Is that not your task?"

Something about that tail swish broke Crisp. She knew what she needed, and in a moment decided she'd take the consequences if it was wrong. Her horn lit, and she carefully lifted Chrysalis's tail. She waited a moment, but only just, for a protest, then took a step forward and turned to view her prize.

It wasn't the first time she'd seen a mare on display, but it was the most powerful and dangerous mare she'd ever met. The matte black of Queen Chrysalis's carapace gave way between her legs to a softer, skin-like marehood that was a pleasant shade of green. Crisp had never seen such a beautiful sight in her life. Her breaths were heavy, and she felt her own body responding with absolute desire. It was all she could do to choke out a phrase.

"May I?"

"Is it your place?"

"I... need it to be."

"Then you must."

Crisp shoved her face into the Queen's most private place, opening her mouth and abandoning all pretense of shame. The moment her tongue hit flesh, she was greeted with the most pleasant taste she'd ever experienced. It was like the cleanest water, the sweetest honey, and the warmest milk all combined into one. For a moment, she lost herself, then she was reminded there was a greater being than her at stake. Slowly, she felt around with her tongue, happy that the landscape was as she expected. She started at the top, nearest what she hoped was the Queen's clitoris, failing to stop and ask if the Queen would even have a purpose for one. As she lapped downwards, she felt the Queen push back with her hindquarters, so she felt she must be doing something right. No way was she going to make this short.

The Queen had closed her eyes, slowly lifting her head in pleasure as the pony attended to her needs. "Yes... love me, little pony... and perhaps I can find a place for you."

Crisp let the Queen's tail go with her horn, letting it drape around her head as it would no longer be in the way. She took a deep breath and used it to spread the Queen's lips, letting her shove her tongue deep into the Queen. This got Crisp her first moan, and she treasured it in a way she'd never felt before. She felt the Queen's muscles clenching around her tongue, and took that opportunity to withdraw, dragging her tongue slowly upwards and swirling it around the Queen's clit again. This seemed to have an impact, as one of the Queen's hind legs twitched.

Suddenly, the Queen moved away. Crisp nearly fell face-first, but found herself suspended in Chrysalis's magic. The Queen had turned around and leveled her face with Crisp's.

"So eager to give... I like that, little pony. But you were enjoying it a bit too much. If you serve me, the pleasure is all mine. And that means your pleasure is mine also. Would you give your pleasure to me? If you fight back at all, I shall never trust you."

"Take it." Crisp had no time to think, nor could she resist while suspended in Chrysalis' magic. "Take it, Queen, I am yours."

Chrysalis stripped the dress from Crisp in one motion. In a blur of movements she couldn't comprehend, the pony found herself pressed onto the grand bed on her back with each hoof bound by something the Queen had produced, unseen. Crisp was beyond caring. She could still taste the Queen on her lips and smell her in her nostrils and--

Now the Queen's breath was upon her folds, which she hadn't even noticed were soaked with her own desires. There was a slight, blissful probing of the forked tongue before it shoved itself deep inside. Crisp threw her head back and strained against her bindings. The Queen's tongue was electrifying, probing her in places no stallion or mare had ever touched before. How long could it be? She felt it pushing against her, finding her most sensitive places, then as suddenly as it had been thrust, it withdrew, lapping towards her clitoris and causing waves of pleasure to short-circuit any attempts at conscious thought. She had no clue how long it had gone on before she arched her entire body. An explosive orgasm, stronger than any she'd ever felt, rocked her. Her juices gushed onto the Queen's face, and she felt her thighs squeezing the Queen's head as the relentless assault continued.

Just as the waves passed, she felt a great weight pressing upon her and opened her eyes to find the Queen standing above her, leering, Crisp's fluids dripping downwards. Crisp panted heavily.

"I... wish... I... had... enough... to... give..."

"You are in your place, little Crisp, that is enough." The Queen dragged a hind hoof down Crisp's belly.

"ANYTHING." Crisp wiggled, desperate for the hoof to connect.

"Then bring me more ponies, one pony's love is just not enough for me."

"Yes, my Que--"

The Queen quickly lowered herself, kissing Crisp directly on the lips and draining what was left of the pony's emotions. Crisp's eyes rolled back into her head and she took a long, shuddering breath before they closed and she fell into a deep sleep.