Masquerade Theatre

The house lights dimmed, and the curtains rose. Two Changelings, a man and a woman, stood in center stage with their hands clasped together. They both took a single bow as the audience cheered and applauded their introduction. The man stepped forward.

“Greetings ladies and gentlemen to the Fantasy Theater of the Masquerade! Thank you all so very, very much for coming,” his voice projected from the stage. “My name is Cornicle, and this here is my lovely assistant Seta!” He made an enormous show of putting his hand over his eyes like a surveyor and scanning the entirety of the audience from left to right. “Well I’ll be! It seems we have a full house here tonight. I’m glad to see the locals know a good time when they see it advertised.”

The patrons in their seats responded with another round of heated applause - as well as a handful of enthusiastic whistles. The woman, Seta, stepped forward and spoke in a reserved and demure voice that was still somehow able to fill the entire theater.

“In all seriousness, we understand that seeing something like this advertised might be a bit...unorthodox, so we appreciate everyone coming out to see this in such a public space.”

“Now!” Cornicle clapped his hands together. “Before we begin, I should give a little briefing on just what we’re doing here and how this came to be.

“As you can see. My partner and I here are Changelings.” Seta gave a little flutter of her wings to accent his point. “And as such, we value one thing above all others: Emotion. Raw feeling. The indescribable and yet omni-permeating sensation of pure expression!” Cornicle held his hand against his heart as he boldly proclaimed into a random corner of the theater.

“We like it when people feel good,” Seta simplified. “As such, Changeling Theatre tends to be particularly evocative of a wide array of emotions. Especially when combined with our magical abilities to share our emotions amongst one another, as it makes the experience all the more immersive for both audience and performers.

“Changeling Theatre is still rather new, actually. Since it’s only been a few years since King Thorax took over and Changelings have been allowed to develop our own culture. This means that it is heavily influenced by a wide variety of other cultures. Especially Equestria. For example, your host Cornicle here was particularly enamored with your concept of Improv Theatre, as it created a very clear relation with performer and audience without the complexities of Changeling Magic.”

“It really was astounding!” Cornicle praised, a glassy sheen coming across his burnt-orange eyes. "But I didn’t just stop at copying the idea of Improv, but instead thought about how to expand it. Which has led us to the show we have for you today.”

“Yes, that’s right. Rather than the traditional focus on comedy, Cornicle has instead decided to focus on… well… “

“Welcome everyone to the very first Improv Erotica Theatre!” Cornicle flourished his arms up at the crowd as they all erupted into cheers and even more whistling. He seemed to drink in all the praise, both sincere and lewd. Seta, meanwhile, started to flush a faint green, though she continued to smile appreciatively.

“Now with all that history out of the way,” Cornicle began when the crowd finally settled down, “I think it’s time we explain how this is going to work.

“We’ll begin by having you all call out for someone you’d like to see… onstage. *Wink* *wink*.” He said the winks out loud. “ Which I will then transform into. For instance:” A wave of turquoise light flashed around him as his form began to change. A split second later and he was replaced with the perfectly-combed, golden hair and white tuxedo of a notorious Canterlot Noble.

“Ugh! I can’t *believe* I would ever be seen up here,” the ‘Prince Blueblood’ on stage harrumphed.

Seta then stepped forward.

“And then I’ll have you all shout for someone you’d like to see him...accompany.”

The same green-blue light swirled around her, and replaced her with a pink-bowtied cellist.

“And once these two have been decided,” ‘Octavia’ said with an elegant accent, “We will then perform a ‘scene’ between these two ‘characters’.”

The two of them then transformed back into their original Changeling forms.

“Now,” Cornicle said, holding one finger in the air. “We do have a few rules.

“Firstly, if a performer does not wish to do a scene or embody a person for whatever reason, then that is their choice and we ask that you all respect that.”

“Secondly,” Seta continued holding two fingers up, “While we are taking the form of real-life people, we want you all to remember that we are still playing roles. We do not wish to besmirch the reputations of any man or woman, and we ask that you please keep the same mindset. This is all fantasy, nothing more.”

“Now, with all that out of the way,” Cornicle once again raised his hands up to the audience. “Let’s get our first scene underway, Canterlot!” He cupped his hand around his ear and held it up to the crowd. “Let me hear it! Who’s gonna be in our first act?”

All at once the crowd erupted in a sea of voices.

“Princess Luna!” Shouted a young winged man.

“No way, Celestia’s way hotter!” Shouted his twin sister.

“Sapphire Shores!” Yelled a very fashionably dressed woman.

“Daring Do!” Came the enthusiastic cry of her rainbow-haired friend.

“King Sombra!”

That last one seemed to pique Cornicle’s interest as he reeled back in a dramatic gasp, clutching at an invisible string of pearls around his neck.

“What’s this!?” He asked with equal parts shock and ham, “Why, I never! The citizens of Equestria’s very capital? Lusting after the monster that ransacked their northern commonwealth?” His shoulders fell as if they had been strapped with lead weights as he let out the least believable sigh in the history of improvised erotic theatre. “No use complaining, I suppose. I am but a servant to your wishes…”

The light of his transformation flashed for only a second, and where once stood the scrawny changeling actor was now a man of great and terrifying stature.

His shoulders and limbs were covered in iron armor, somehow both crushingly dull, and annoyingly polished. The gap in plate-mail around his midsection seemed to exist for no other purpose other than exposing his fiercely chiseled abs. His dark face was encircled by coarse, pitch-black hair that crept down his cheeks in thick chops. His appearance would have been identical to that of a soldier, if not for the chaste iron crown and billowing scarlet cape that reminded everyone that laid eyes on him that this man was royalty.

When he turned his piercing red gaze to the crowd, and finally spoke up, it was unquestionably the voice of King Sombra that addressed them.

“Now then,” he asked in a voice dark as shadow, “Who shall be...accompanying me?”

Immediately, the crowd erupted into yet another barrage of celebrities and nobles. Seta began to scan the crowd, but she was clearly less decisive than her male counterpart. She kept changing her gaze between audience members, and it seemed as if she was having trouble hearing any one distinct answer. But from underneath it all came a low and rumbling voice that overtook it’s competition:

“Dragonlord Ember.”

That finally got her attention, and her wings and ears finally perked up.

“Oh, well that’s unexpected.” Where Cornicle had over-acted his interactions with the theater's patrons, Seta instead seemed to be filled with genuine fascination as she smiled gently into the audience. “It would seem that someone in the crowd has a taste for something more… exotic.”

And in yet another burst of aqua light, she was replaced with the dragoness in question.

Where Sombra’s form was large, oppressive, and regal, Ember could easily have been mistaken for a medieval peasant. She was dressed in blue garments made of cloth that looked like it had been torn by hand. She was rather on the short side, especially for a dragon, and her tanned, rough skin was devoid of any symbol or article that would mark her as a ruler of an entire nation. That is, of course, if one were to ignore her sharp eyes and sharper horns that spiraled from the top of her head; her fierce and jagged hair that she wore in a stiff and militaristic mohawk; and the stalwart, iron-clad stance that could only reside with the woman who had fought her way to the throne of the Dragon Lands.

As soon as she was transformed, Ember’s eyes were transfixed on the evil king that stood across the stage. Her face contorted in a disgusted snarl, as if she loathed the very thought of being in the same room as him, much less…

“And now,” the King’s voice boomed, “Let us...begin!”

At his final words, the entire theater went dark.

After a brief moment, a single spotlight illuminated the center stage, where King Sombra slouched, chin-on-fist, on a wooden prop throne. His audience of one, the Dragonlord herself, stood only a few paces away. Her arms were crossed as she glared at the Tyrant of the Crystal Empire.

“I really don’t know what has you so worked up, Lady Ember,” King Sombra spoke in a voice that was disgustingly affable, “I thought our arrangement had been clear from the very start, yet whenever the time comes for you to uphold your end of the bargain, you start pouting about how ‘unfair’ I’m being.”

“Lord Ember,” the dragoness corrected, “And as I’ve told you several times, your ‘arrangement’ is perverted at best and blackmail at worst. My people rely on your Kingdom’s gemstones as a means of feeding our families, yet you insist on holding your imports ransom until I…” She trailed off. Seemingly disgusted by how that sentence might have ended.

“And My Kingdom relies on those crystals as our energy and power.” The King’s voice grew more stern. “The only benefit we gain from maintaining our trade with the Dragon Lands is not starting an all-out war, and you have the nerve to call me an extortionist?

“Besides,” his tone softened as he smiled wryly, “I do believe it was you who suggested giving this favor.”

“I was fucking joking!” Ember’s glare hardened, but a faint blush began to color her cheeks.

“And were you joking when you then followed through with it?” the King asked. “Have you been joking every time we have met since? I must say, Lord Ember, I knew that the dragons were a rather unruly lot, but I didn’t know you’d be so committed to such a crass joke.”

Ember refused to respond to him, but the fiery blush on her face made it clear how she felt about it all.

“I would be open to hearing new suggestions, if you are unwilling to-”

“Just shut up!” Ember tersely interrupted, walking closer toward the throne. “Let’s just get it over with already.”

He smiled victoriously, “As you wish.”

Sombra corrected his posture, sitting up more straight and moving himself closer to the edge of the seat. By the time he was fully situated, Ember was standing directly in front of him. She gave the King one last steely glare before her face relaxed and she began to kneel down between his legs. The King hovered one hand over the armor surrounding his lower half, and with a wave of dark magic, they had disappeared, revealing his rather impressive manhood.

Ember leaned forward and took it between her hands. Even before reaching full-mast, there was still plenty of room for her to start stroking up and down. She started slow at first, moving her fingers across his shaft in a deliberate and tantalizing pace. As he began to grow more aroused, she sped up her handjob.

Soon she had picked up a much stronger rhythm that had almost gotten him fully hard. Ember changed up her technique, moving one hand to circle and tease the head of his cock while the other moved down to start massaging his balls. It didn’t take much longer before Sombra was fully erect.

Satisfied with her work, Ember removed one of her hands and leaned her face in closer and gave the tip a tentative lick. Finding his taste acceptable, she moved forward and began kissing the head of his cock. Sombra sighed at the feeling of her warm lips. Her mouth began to travel down the side of his shaft, all the while her tongue continued teasing him along the lines of his veins. When she finally reached the bottom, she moved her hand to the side so she could take one of his balls into her mouth. She suckled and played with it for a moment, before returning to his shaft and retracing her path upward. When she returned to the top, she played with the head a bit, swirling her tongue around the tip a few times, before repeating the same action down the other side. Kissing and licking his shaft before gently sucking on his balls and then returning back up.

When she reached the top this time, however, she didn’t stay there for long. Sombra let out a pleased grunt as Ember began taking his cock into her mouth. She paused after she passed his head, taking a second to suck a few times before continuing down another inch or so, pausing and sucking again.

Much like her handjob earlier, she started off slowly, only taking the top half of his shaft in before creeping her lips back up towards the tip and waiting until just before he almost left her mouth before diving back down. All the while her hand firmly grasped the base of his shaft and pumped along with her.

As her speed began to increase, she started taking him in deeper and deeper. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down the first three-quarters of his shaft at a steady, rapid pace. There wasn’t much room for her hand to move anymore, so she kept it planted at his base.

Sombra was clearly pleased with her performance. His head leaned against the back of his throne and his face had glazed over in bliss. He placed one hand against the back of Ember’s head, not forcing her but encouraging her actions.

It seemed to work as she now removed her hand entirely from his shaft, braced both palms against his thighs, and began pushing herself as far down as she could go. The head of his cock began tickling the entrance to her throat.

King Sombra couldn’t last any longer, and just as Ember began to feel him swelling in her mouth, he did finally force her all the way to the base of his cock. Ember’s eyes shot wide open as she felt him finally plunge all the way down, the first spurt of cum shooting directly down her throat.

Sombra gave another pump directly into her, but she was clearly unprepared as she began sputtering around his length. Eventually she won out and pulled all the way off of him while gasping for air. He was nowhere near done however, and another rope shot out across her face, causing her to keep one eye closed. Nearly spent, the King leaned his cock over her still-open mouth and allowed the last of his load to dribble out onto her waiting tongue. Ember stayed still for a brief second before closing her mouth and giving an audible swallow.

King Sombra smiled down at her.

“See, now was that so hard?”

“Oh, fuck you!” Ember shot back.

“Perhaps if you did, I might give you twice the gems!” The King chuckled as she rolled her eyes.

Ember stood up as the two faced the audience, bowed down and said in unison:

“And scene!”