"aaaaAAAAAAAH"

Trying to glide out of Canterlot to save on train tickets was a bad idea. Terrible idea. I regret everything.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaah..."

I manage to sort of break my fall with the trees. And that birds' nest. And Chrysalis's body. I sit up, wobbling a bit, rubbing my poor aching head...and then I notice that there's no head on this Chrysalis body.

"...oh my GOD I KILLED HER."

The tiny Changeling sitting next to me blinks. "What are you talking about? You didn't even land on me."

"What--but you--" I point at the tall horse body, sans head and neck. I point at the smol horse body. I briefly suffer a heart attack as I realize the smol horse is hecking adorable.

"I am Queen Chrysalis, and you landed on my shell!" she says with a scowl. I take a closer look at that tall horse body. Huh. There appears to be a filly-sized hole where the neck goes.

"...so you're...the size of a filly?" I ask.

"I am not. I have measured myself. I am three inches taller than the average filly." She crosses her forelegs and harrumphs. "Now leave! I will graciously permit you to live, so long as you do not speak of this to anypony."

"What, you're not even gonna ask me to feeeed youuu or something?" I mutter. Holy shit, I must've really touched a nerve. She seems almost embarrassed. The queen, embarrassed!

"...if you insist," she mumbles, standing up and hiking her tail.

"Well, I mean--"

"Either do it, leave, or die by my fangs," Chryssy hisses.

I roll my eyes, trotting around behind her as she glares at me. "So, just to be clear, you're still a fully-grown queen--"

"Yes," she growls. "I am simply smaller than normal because of the love I share with my hive."

"So this isn't foalcon, technically."

"Do you want it to be?"

"Nope!" I wrap my forelegs around her and roll back onto my haunches, hoisting her up. She flails for a bit.

"Put me down! Put me down, you heathen--" She squeaks, cutting herself off, as I lower her onto my rod. She's even tighter than Rushie was, and I'm pretty sure Rushie was a virgin. "Nnnn? Nnmmh...I'm not enjoying this, you know," she mutters; but I can feel her dripping on me.

"What's the matter?" I whisper, slowly lifting her. "I figured you'd like being used like a cocksleeve." She goes stiff, her eyes widening as she contracts around my tip like a vice. "Ow, fuck! Okay, I get it, no dirty talk--"

"No! No. Keep going," she gasps out, her hindlegs twitching.

I oblige. "You know, you're small enough that I could just fly away with you," I murmur. And then I pull her back down--getting about halfway in before she gets too tight to fill. "Would you like that?"

"You...nnh...you're a monster," she mumbles.

"Takes one to know one, honey."

"What--" But then I'm lifting her again, and this time I get it all in. Her belly bulges gently, and she starts to shudder and twitch, letting out a long, low, rumbling purr as she reaches climax. But I'm not done yet~!

I start to use her, as promised--casually running her up and down my length, picking up speed as she burbles incoherently. I run my hands along her chest--her body's even softer here than it was when she was in her 'shell'. She spasms again, green-tinted mare-juice running down my thighs and pooling on the chitinous floor below us. Her body massages my length, and I lean forward, pinning her to the ground as I start to rut. She tilts her head, twisting around to lick my cheek. "You--haah--you fucking bastard~!" she squeals, bucking her hips back up into me. "You knew I was on my heat, didn't you!?" I just grin, and pick up the pace.

She howls and screams, hitting wave after wave of orgasmic bliss, slowly going limp as I fuck her into near-unconsciousness. "I'll...I'll get my revenge, you...you cad, you...fuck you...fuck me~"

And that's my cue. I unload, letting her squirm gently under me as my seed floods her body. "Haahngh," she says, neatly describing the entire scene in one word. Her body can't hold much more--her belly is already swelling up, and I'm practically a firehose.

shplop

With a somewhat anticlimactic sound, she pops off, the force of my ejaculation propelling her a solid two or three feet. She lands on her exoskeleton, leaving a trail of studly essence and a pool of it at her landing zone. "Huaahnh," she murmurs. "Hhngh," she adds. What an eloquent pony. No wonder she's a queen.

"Well, that was fun!" I say, standing up and dusting myself off. "But I've gotta get going now. The mane 6 aren't gonna fuck themselves! Well, they might. But I wanna."

"Wuh? Wait. You aren't gonna kidnap me~?" Chryssy stammers out, stumbling drunkenly to her hooves.

"Oh yeah no that was just a foreplay thing." I turn to leave.

"You're not gonna take advantage of the small, defenseless, love-drunk creature you so eagerly rutted~?" she moans, slipping a hoof between her jizz-stained hindlegs. "You won't even tie me up in your closet, to be used--how did you put it--like a cocksleeve?"

...well, when she puts it that way...

Author's Note

Inspired by a SFW but heckin adorable picture of Chrysalis.