Ace In The (Changeling's) Hole
Another Gratuitous Reference To A Card Game
Manehattan at night was cold and empty, especially at the outer fringes of the city. The city was always in a state of advancement, trying to be at the forefront of modernity. Some called the initiative commendable, others called it a waste of funds but regardless of how the populace viewed them, the lone stallion that walked amongst the half-finished buildings couldn’t help but look upon them with a degree of pride. The concrete and steel skeletons had yet to be filled with the floors on which ponies could live or work but still, they were a monument to all he had been working toward. From raising barns with the gregarious Apple family down South to the reconstruction efforts in Canterlot. Aerial Ace was now in Manehatten, leading one of the most ambitious expansionist projects in Equestrian history. Whilst he could already touch the sky with the aid of his wings, soon others would need only to climb to the top of one of his skyscrapers to get a bird’s-eye view of the world beneath them.
He was cutting through the urbanising fringes of the city. The electrician’s guild had just wired the street lights, bathing the pavements in a soft yellow glow that enabled him to give the construction sites, no, his construction sites the once over. He was still in partial disbelief of his fortune, for not everypony was able to leave behind such a wondrous, growing legacy; nevermind watch it grow and rise all around them. The quarter-mile stretch of apartments and business buildings would outlast him. Some things in the world were worth far more than bits to Ace.
This was one of those things.
As he walked, his hoofsteps echoing off the half-finished buildings, his eyes strayed back to the pavement. Upon refocusing his gaze ahead, he came to an immediate halt. Under a street light, standing perfectly still was something he didn’t quite expect to see out on the streets that late at night. A mare. Her coat was black, darker than his own grey shade by several degrees. She lacked a cutie mark on her shapely flanks, which Ace had to tear his red eyes from just to fully inspect her. She had a long flowing grass-green mane, which framed her sharp, angular, yet beautiful features. It was unknown to Ace if he was stopped by the sheer beauty or shocked that there was another soul besides him wandering this part of the city at such a late hour.
As he approached the lone mare, his steps slowed, cautious.
“Uh, hello miss?” he probed, eyes slightly narrowed.
Upon being spoken to, she directed her eyes towards him. Again, Ace was given pause, this time he knew the exact reason why: her eyes. Brilliant opalescent green eyes that shone brightly despite the dimness of the light over her. There was an authority behind her eyes that seemed insurmountable, yet hiding that raw power was a captivating beauty that left the black-maned pegasus conflicted on whether or not to continue forward.
“Hello, stranger,” she greeted, turning to face him. She didn’t move from her spot under the light, casting him a grin from a distance. “What are you doing out this late?”
He blinked. Her question was delivered in a manner most accusatory. However, her eyes were beckoning, alluring. Conflict continued to rage inside him. “I could be asking you the same.”
There was a pause. A tension that connected them together through the gap between them. The smile the black unicorn wore faltered a little, a crack in her stoicism that Ace was astute enough to notice.
“I’m lost,” she admitted, her face pulled into a grimace. “One wrong turn and I somehow ended up here. I’m new to the city you see. I’m only just learning my way around.”
Like that, Ace exhaled the breath he was holding. “Why didn’t you just say so?” he inquired, a relieved chuckle escaping his smiling lips as he approached her.
“Well, you know what they say: stranger danger. You have to be warier of the ponies you meet at night, even in Equestria,” she explained. “You could be a mugger, a rapist… a changeling.”
Her mention of the overgrown insects sent an unpleasant shiver up Ace’s spine yet his smile didn’t fail to hold as he stopped just a couple of feet away from her, captivated. “Yeah. You can’t be sure nowadays if someone is who they say they are. Speaking of which: what’s your name?”
“Sauda,” she answered, not missing a beat; unmoved.
“Sauda?” he echoed, feeling the name on his tongue. It didn’t provoke suspicion in the pegasus, just curiosity. “That’s… exotic.”
She giggled into her hoof; her laughter was silk to his ears. “As I said: I’m new here. And your name?”
“Ace. Aerial Ace,” he answered graciously, outstretching his hoof towards the foreign mare.
She met it, her gaze turning salacious as they shook hooves. “A strong name. It’s befitting.”
Ace suppressed the urge to raise his brow in surprise. Did she just flirt with him? He left the question unanswered but noted, letting his hoof drop. “If you need an escort I’m your stallion. I know this city like I know my toolbox,” he offered.
She looked amused. “Are you sure? You’d do that for a mare you don’t know?”
“I have a weakness for pretty faces,” he smirked, trying both to answer the prior question as well as test the waters. Of course, he would offer the same courtesy to anyone in need – beguiling or no. “So what d’ya say?”
Sauda didn’t answer right away. He saw her eyes look him over, appraising him for some reason or another. Ace maintained his smile. Her answer could make the air very comely or extremely awkward. Finally, she answered. “I’d love that.”
“Great.” He had to stop his wings fluttering in excitement. “Where to?”
“Hmm…” she considered, “Sunny Meadows.”
Ace’s smile receded, his brows rising. “Sunny Meadows? That’s on the other side of the city.”
Her cheek gave several quick twitches before she clarified, “Well, I was walking around these parts looking for a bus stop; it’ll take me right there.”
Ace looked at her sceptically now. He had rarely been out in the city past this time so he failed to deduce if she was telling the truth or not. With one eye partially narrowed, he asked, “Do the buses run this late at night?”
“Mine does.” She smiled impishly, shrinking the gap between them even further in one swift move, her muzzle mere inches away from his.
Ace, try as he might, was unable to suppress the grin that came to his face. He could feel her breath on his lips, a hot carnal wind. Bits, fame and now a beautiful mare smitten with him. He could scarcely believe his luck! He trod on his doubt like a dry leaf, bellowing the fire in his chest.
“Then we better go catch it,” he replied low and suave, tempering his large grin with slightly lowered lids.
She fluttered her eyes, backing from him; her lecherous smile heavy with lusty suggestion. “Let’s.”
Ace walked past the mare on her concurrence, brushing her side with his furled wing before she followed, meeting his level pace. He felt a lot less lonely with such a comely mare to keep him company, her closeness to him meant that they often bumped into each other playfully as they trotted.
After a few blocks, Ace looked to his beautiful companion, his brow raised quizzically before he asked, “So, cliche question: what brings you to the city?”
She scoffed, looking ahead. “Many. Many, many reasons.”
“Vague. Mind telling me one?” he asked, smirking. She was clearly a mare of many secrets. Even hearing just one would make him fortunate. He wanted to see if his luck held.
“Well... for one, there are many ponies here. I tend to thrive in such places.” She grinned, looking at nothing in particular before settling her emerald eyes back on him. “I didn’t think I would so quickly find a specimen as fine as yourself though. You’re absolutely delicious.”
Ace blushed like a chaste filly, letting out a sparse, surprised chuckle as soon as she finished. “Oh, uh, wow. Nopony has ever said that to me before. Thanks. I’m pretty lucky too, to find a mare like you out at the dead of night.”
“Hmm. We’ll see,” she muttered with a feminine coy before looking back forwards. “Well, to be truthful, my last, um… business venture, didn’t pan out all that well. Canterlot.”
“Business, huh? I’m something of a business pony myself. What field are you in?”
She sighed before speaking. “I help the downtrodden find true love,” she answered dryly.
He let out a short, polite laugh. “Dating agency? I’m surprised. It’s also Interesting. I thought that’d be all the rage in Canterlot. A city full of romantics from my experience.”
“Yes, I thought so as well. However, I was too ambitious and too quick. But who could blame me? My plan was bulletproof! But you know how things are,” she explained, a hint of weariness in her voice. “There’s no accounting for the unexpected.”
Ace could empathise. It’s not easy running a business, especially in some place as volatile as Canterlot, which runs on trends more often than not. He nodded, before adding, “I guess the changeling attack didn’t help things either?”
“I suppose you can say that, yes,” she replied passively, half-shrugging mid-step. “You win some, you lose some.”
He chuckled empathetically. “Isn’t that the truth?”
“But enough about me. What about you?” she inquired, deftly changing the topic.
“Ask away,” Ace offered. “I’m an open book.”
“Okay...” She appeared to go deep into thought, looking over him once more before speaking again. “Are you a native to the city or from elsewhere?”
“I was born in Cloudsdale,” he answered, twitching his wings for emphasis. “But I get around. What’s the point of having wings if you don’t use ‘em?”
“You’re comfortable with travelling great distances and can flexibly fit into an incompatible role?” she mused, wearing a satisfied grin. “And you’re a construction contractor? You build… things?”
“Yeah. Everything from barns to, as of right now, skyscrapers,” he said, allowing a tincture of pride to accompany his words.
“Do you command or take part yourself?”
“A bit of both. You need some direction but it doesn’t hurt to get your hooves dirty,” he explained. He liked the absorbed look on her face, her ears wide open to his every word. “I’ve been doing my share of the work since the beginning. Nothing is as fulfilling as knowing which bricks you lay, or which pane of glass you set into place. Nothing is going to change that.”
“Intelligent enough to command and lead but also strong enough to take on a burden of the efforts yourself,” she observed, wearing a thoughtful simper. “Very good, very good.”
If Ace didn’t know any better, he would have surmised she was taking mental notes about him. He decided to humour her. “Anything else?”
“Your parents. Who were they? What species?”
If Ace had a mouthful of water he would have spat it out. “W-woah, hey, isn’t it a bit soon to bring p-parents into the mix?”
“Well, if we want to get acquainted... intimately, isn’t it best we get the boring stuff out of the way first?” Sauda pointed out, directing a suggestive grin his way.
Ace swallowed. “I-I guess?”
“Great. Now, your parents...”
Ace didn’t know how the exact count of the questions he was asked, only that every time he answered one, she would make a rather vague musing before she rushed on to the next. Parents, blood type, genetic defects and even sexually transmitted diseases. Nothing was off the table for her. Yet he kept answering, no matter how invasive. Her consistent compliments and flattering remarks might have had something to do with it. Although the prospect of earning Sauda’s affections long-term was also an attractive proposition. After what felt like forever, the ink-black mare finally paused in her dialogue, the awkwardness he felt afterwards was akin to a doctor’s appointment.
“A-anything else?” Ace stammered. Her questioning was comparable to an interrogation, leaving him just the teensy bit intimidated.
“Nope. I have everything I need,” she replied, much to his relief. She then brushed against him, nuzzling for a scant second against his neck before pulling away; wearing a lusty beam. “I think we’re quite compatible.”
“O-oh, um, great?” Ace was both happy and a little anxious at her terminology. He chalked up the in-depth questioning to her line of work – doubtless all her clients are treated to the same invasiveness. “So does that mean–“
“There’s my stop.” She smiled, remarking, interrupting him whilst looking straight forward.
Ace looked to where she was looking. A singular pole illuminated by a flickering yellow street light. “Oh, right...” Ace acknowledged. Although, something felt off. He wasn’t sure if during the impromptu quizzing that he was even leading any more. It might have been subconscious but…
Ace strode by her side until she stopped by the bus stop. Ace saw a faded time table inside the screw mounted box. His incredulity only soared when he saw not a single one of the times was legible. When his eyes glanced around him, an uncomfortable sensation arose within him. Unfamiliarity. Just what part of the city was this? He looked back to Sauda, the mare’s emerald eyes had already settled on him, the corners of her lips piqued as they were pulled back into a toothy smile.
“Sauda? Where–“
Suddenly, contact. Ace was frozen by it. Her lips, soft and plump, were connected with his own within a flash. His dubiety and fear washed away in a tide of fiery bliss. It was a wonderful feeling, one he wanted to lean into and savour for all time. His tongue even began to snake forwards, hoping to meet hers. However, as quickly it came, it was over. She pulled her lips away whilst his were just beginning to pucker, grey stallion blinking away metaphorical hearts.
“That’s for finding me,” she elaborated, chortling at his expression.
“W–well, I, uh–“he stopped, clearing his throat – and his fluster – into his hoof “–n–no problem!”
After she finished laughing, she turned towards the road, half-smiling. “You can go now. We’ll be seeing each other soon. Very soon.”
Ace raised his brow. Whilst he did acknowledge the ominousness of the statement, it was lesser compared to his rising worry. “Don’t you want me to stay here? Keep you company until the bus arrives?”
“Whilst I admire your chivalry, that won’t be necessary. You can go,” she delivered flatly.
He crunched his features. He prepared to rebuke her. The distance she seemed intent on erecting was rather abrupt. “How will I find you? How will you find me?“
“Go,” she ordered firmly, ignoring him.
He was prepared to fight it further, but she wore a smile right after the fact which started to vex him. He ruffled his wings, grunting. “Fine, fine...” he muttered beneath his breath, turning his back to her.
Ace’s feelings were just as mixed as her signals as he walked away. He didn’t want to leave the elusive mare behind, alone and waiting. Yet, at the same time, she made it incredibly difficult to go against her wishes. He didn’t truly know how they were going to see one another, according to her, ‘very soon’. He knew so little about her, her capabilities and reach he found it hard to summon any doubt about it...
However, the chance of them meeting again became the least of his worries the further he walked from her. For some reason, his limbs started to grow considerably more sluggish. He attributed this to his growing tiredness. The night was late after all. Soon his hooves began scuffing against the concrete; suddenly taken by an even harsher form of fatigue. He struggled to keep his eyes open, losing the energy to even look back. Things quickly began to grow worse for him. His lips, which had only met Sauda’s just moments ago, began to burn, then suddenly, he buckled face first into the pavement. He struggled to keep eyes open, his entire body inexplicably shutting down. He tried to croak out a cry of help but it came as nothing more than a hum trapped behind his closed lips.
His eyes fell shut...
He struggled to reopen them. When he did, he found his vision blurry but he had enough sense to know that he was no longer on the dark city streets where he had collapsed. Drowsily, his senses reactivated one by one. He felt the hot, humid air against his torso, face and groin. His forelegs and hind legs were wrapped in a smooth and cool material that kept him locked against a wall of the same texture. A cursory twitch of his tail revealed to him that he was forcibly standing on his hind legs. His ears were then able to flick at the sound of wet dripping, the distant sound of gushing water audible as well. Finally, his sense of smell came back to him. Breathing through his nose forced him to also inhale a complex odour that was neither pleasant or unpleasant, imbibing his cheeks with a suspect shade of red that made him grimace.
Ace blinked away the remaining blurriness in his eyes. When his vision cleared, an involuntary gasp sound from his throat. Illuminated by a dim green glow of no discernable source, he could see the black gossamer that covered much of the walls. Where there wasn’t any, which was scant at best, Ace could see the lichen-covered brick. A memory of the prior year flashed in his mind, a sense of deja vu following. During some contract work in Canterlot following the changeling attack, the less occupied areas lower in the city saw the burgeoning of several changeling dens in the emptied outhouses on the lower levels. The black, smooth goop once hardened, was three times as strong as steel…
And he was trapped in it.
“H-how did I…?” Ace couldn’t comprehend it. To him, he had just blinked and appeared somewhere else entirely. A changeling nest of all things!
However, he soon came to regret speaking aloud his confusion. After the words left his gullet, someone, something, stirred to life. His ears picked up the sound of alien chitters, some facsimile of a language incoherent to his fearful ears. His eyes, frantic, began to dart around. The sound came from all around, even penetrating through the walls like an aftershock. He could feel the vibration of sound in his hooves through the black material smothered over his limbs. Horror came to him in heaps the longer the noise continued, for it grew louder… and closer.
From openings and cracks in the walls, malignant hole-filled silhouettes scurried forth into his vision. He couldn’t discern the precise number, for they moved in so tight a throng that Ace couldn’t tell one from the next. When they conglomerated before him, they maintained a distance, almost warily, yet trampled and shoved against one another to bore their compact cyan eyes at his immobile form. They couldn’t have been much taller than teenage colts or fillies – not that he could discern their sexes – yet he was terrified of them all the same.
Changelings. In Manehatten? Ace couldn’t believe it. The last he had heard about the hole-ridden insects, they were blasted to kingdom come at Canterlot. How were they here, several hundred miles north of the capital? Such a question wasn’t a priority for the trapped pegasus. Primarily, he was concerned with whether or not he’d still be alive the next day, and if he did, would he still want to be? He had heard only stories about the cruel machinations of the changelings. Their ability to tempt and seduce, to torture and drain; leaving a pony either screaming for mercy or begging for more. Yes, Ace had heard them all. It both scared and intrigued him in equal measure, leaving him profusely red in the face.
The ecstasy of incomparable quality and horrors unthought of by the mortal become indistinguishable from one another should one be forced to go through both. This is what made Ace reel his head back when the horde of bugs inched closer to him. He wasn’t the most keen on picking up emotions but he could read their faces thanks to the simplicity of their expressions: they were hungry. They not only wanted to consume every last bit of love he had to give but they also desired to subject him to carnal delights the likes of which he had never experienced before. He gulped. What when his mind’s cries for them to stop their obscene performance became but a muted whisper to the voice… the voice that shouted for an encore…
Suddenly, the collective came to a stop. No more rustling or jostling. Just their cold unblinking eyes locked into an unsettling stare. A second passed, and life came back to them. The palpable air of lust dissipated, now, their heads twitched. If he didn’t know any better, he would have guessed that they were... curious?
“Sorry about that. When I assume direct control, their libido shoots through the roof. Especially when I’m feeling particularly... what’s the word? Oh yes. Famished.”
A rich feminine voice echoed off the walls. There was something… familiar about it. It carried across a seductiveness and... velvet, that sent tingles down his body. Ace needed only to look partway to the side to see who spoke the words. Parting the tightly packed mass was a changeling almost double in size to the rest.
Unlike the rest, it bore a feminine aspect. The dark cerulean mane framed her beautiful black countenance. It brought as much attention to her large green eyes just as it did the large pointed fangs that were visible from her smiling lips. It didn’t take a genius to conclude that she was no ordinary changeling, which just raised Ace’s fear even further. Despite this, he took all of her in during her slow approach towards him. From her head was a tall, jagged spike of a horn; brutal in its terrifying aspect. And from the back of her carapace, two thin, holey wings stood stiff from her back. She resembled some warped, corrupted image of an alicorn; the opposite of purity and virtue. However, time and time again his eyes continued to wander back to hers. They appeared almost to glow, especially when in contrast to the dimness of their surroundings. Despite his unquestionable horror, he was helpless against his mind’s desire to soak in their undeniable beauty. As she got closer, cogs began to whir in the stallion’s head. The voice; those eyes. It was so fresh within his memory that he couldn’t even argue it was a coincidence.
“S… Sauda?” he probed the mare on her approach, his voice wary, and meek.
She stopped in a clear patch of ground before him, the other changelings giving her a wide berth as she scrutinised him with a partial grin. Ace was raised just high enough from the ground to be eye level with her. After a few moments, she spoke. “I did say we were going to meet again, didn’t I?” she replied knowingly, wearing a toothy smile which exposed all four of her fangs. “Finding you wasn’t difficult but considering my potency, you must be a lot stronger than you look. Eleven steps? You beat the previous record by eight. Bravo.”
Fear, exhaustion, anger. But above all, he felt betrayed. “‘Sauda’. The ‘I’m lost’ shtick. All an act?”
She gave a low chuckle. Ace thought he heard remorse somewhere in there but that couldn’t have been right. “Don’t feel too bad, Ace. Changelings have to lie to get what they want, and we are very good at it. And what are actors if not professional liars?”
Ace tightened his jaw, his brows lowering. “Then who are you?”
“You don’t recognise me? I’m shocked,” she replied, although if she was, she didn’t wear it. She appeared delighted in fact, mischievous even. “Then I’m not even sensing the full height of your fear, am I? You truly have no idea whose eyes you’ve become infatuated with, are you?”
At that comment, Ace’s eyes flew wide open, his cheeks becoming ablaze at being confronted with that tidbit of information. “W-what are you-”
She took a few quick steps closer towards him, shrinking the gap so thin he could feel her exhales on his muzzle. He didn’t know whether to keep looking or force himself to look away. Her smile gradually lessened, becoming nothing more than a slight tug at the corner of her plump lips. “I would give you three guesses at naming who I am but… you already know the answer, don’t you?”
He gulped. Suddenly, it became clear as day. “You’re… You’re Queen Chrysalis.”
She quietly snorted, smirking. “Correct.”
Ace would have trembled if he weren’t immobilised. Face to Face with Equestria’s greatest… well, one of its adversaries. He resolved not to wear his fear so openly, opting to distract himself from it the only way the situation afforded him. “Why am I here?” he asked, his tone flat if a bit unsteady in its delivery.
“Oh, there are a few…” she started, her hoof coming up to passively trace a circle on his barrel. “You’re handsome; well-built; friendly – not to mention your immaculate health record…”
“T-thank you?” Ace replied hesitantly, his attention split between her sultry gaze and the intimate gesture being carried out on his chest.
She carried on circling, stopping only to stroke her hoof in the imaginary line she drew. “Yes... Your seed would be a great boon to the hive.”
“Thank yo- W-wait, what!?” Ace’s expression of partial fear and partial fluster was now entirely the latter after he exploded, his whole face beat red after her casual delivery. “You a-actually want to...”
She rolled her eyes, taking her hoof back. “Oh, come now! Surely it was swirling in your head someplace that this is the reason you’re here?”
“I mean… I thought about it…” he mumbled, looking away sheepishly. There was an air of melancholy now alongside his heated cheeks. “So you’re just going to keep me here forever now, is that it?”
“Oh ho, no,” she rebuked with a laugh. “You’re way too high profile to remain trapped down here. Ponies would notice you’re gone.”
Doubt crept onto his face. He focused his eyes back on her. “The stories. Ponies disappearing and-”
She raised her partway, giving it a shake. “Only a half-truth.”
“A what?”
“Ponies who disappear always reappear but guess which one always makes the headlines…” she elaborated drolly. “And for those who remain gone, well, let’s just say that some buffets are too scrumptious to leave.”
Ace didn’t want to believe her. He scowled. “And what? The sex is so good that they refuse to leave? Starve themselves to death?”
She shook her head. “Not at all. They live lives of luxury once they’ve dedicated themselves zealously to the hive. A stallion is well fed and well cared for. It takes only one willing stud to keep the whole hive satiated.”
His eyes darted around for a moment, seeing only the stoic faces of the brood. “Well, this is a hive and I don’t see many so-called ‘participants’,” he retorted as he looked back at her, flexing his fetlocks before realising they were encased in black goop.
“There are many hives scattered around. They’re small but functional. And although they’re largely free of my control, there can only be one queen. However, to ensure a hive doesn’t die out, it requires a... prince, to keep things running smoothly,” she smiled suggestively, waggling her eyebrows at him. “I may be here but the hive is new and in need of a prince so that it may thrive.”
“Well, how can I believe you? You’re an admitted liar!”
“True. I lie. But lying can only do so much. It can take you right to the very top of the world. But a foundation of lies for success is like building a kingdom on a spider’s web. It’s strong, true, but it can only bear the weight of so many lies before it tears. Once the web has broken, there is nothing stopping you from plunging down to the dirt,” she replied with a thoughtful tone before sighing wistfully. “And besides: You’re trapped here for the time being. What could I gain from lying to you?”
He scrunched up his features. That was true. “B-but the attack on Canterlot?”
She shrugged. “A lucky catch which turned into months of scheming. What happened was an overinflated sense of ambition coupled with a plan filled with more than a few holes,” she explained, raising her hole-covered limp to emphasise her explanation. “Live and learn. And it’s not like anyone died. We couldn’t even snatch anyone before being blown away.”
“But… what if I don’t want to have sex with you?” he dared to ask, his head already reared back slightly for flinching.
She curled her bottom lip, half-shrugging. “Then you’re free to leave so long as you promise to remain silent on our existence here. Canterlot had a drastic effect on our reputation. The mere mention might have the streets of Manehatten filled with torches.”
Ace took a breath. He had to admit, the offer was tempting. In a vacuum, what she was proposing was free sex – and lots of it to boot! But it was good, too good. He had to force himself to speak his next words. “Then I want to l-lea-”
Ace was interrupted by action, not a word. Chrysalis, no doubt predicting what his answer would be, shrank the gap between them in one shift dash. She darted so close that their lips almost brushed. “Couldn’t you imagine it, even for a moment?” she inquired, her cheeks pulling back into a lewd simper before brushing her lips against his ear. “Your cock, primed and filled with piping hot blood, pushing at the entrance to my tight, wet, pussy? I could give you an orgasm that would last days. How about endlessly pumping semen into every hole that would take you? Every mouth, cunt, ass. They would come to see you like a prince, happily serving your each and every whim.”
He felt pulled towards her, wanting to feel the contact of her lips against his coat. However, some measure of resistance remained and he yanked his head away from her, clenching his eyes shut as to avoid meeting her bewitching gaze. “I can’t!” he exclaimed.
“I can see that you’re almost convinced,” she said, exhaling against his neck as she pulled back from him. “Let me give you some further incentive.”
What did she mean by that? He soon received an answer. Just as he cracked open his eyes, she forced her lips against his own. Before he realised what was even happening, her forked tongue was already pushing down his gullet, shooting its way past his parted teeth. A part of him wanted to clamp down on the intruder, attractive or no, she was still forcing him into a kiss. However, that was his sense talking. His inflamed libido, instead, wanted to prolong the kiss, hoping she would withdraw just a little of her tongue just so that he could wrestle with it. But Ace’s thoughts were going a million miles per hour. Just as he desired to engage with her in a duel of the tongues did he quickly want the wiggling muscle to evacuate. Alongside her exotic saliva, he felt something else pour down his throat. It came in a singular spurt from her tongue, not unlike a cobra or rattlesnake. It was a runny, thin liquid. Like mercury. He didn’t want to swallow it but from how deeply lodged her tongue was, he had little to say in the matter. It was only when she retreated her tongue from his mouth, he got the slight taste of it on his own. It was metallic, almost tasteless. He felt his heart rate begin to quicken.
With his hastening heart, his breathing also started to pick up. In his belly, he felt a fire, which expanded to enshroud his heart… and his groin. “W-what did you do to me?”
“Like I said: incentive,” she answered coyly, giggling as she retreated several steps away from the stallion.
Why was she stepping away? Was he about to explode? Ace certainly felt like he was going to – his heart was racing! He began to pant, watching as the face on the changeling queen turned from sly to eager, her eyes paying close attention to his crotch. He looked down, his eyes widening despite his growing fatigue. Even if her provoking words before stirred lewd thoughts within his head it was only now, with his stomach digesting her mysterious fluid, that his body began to stir.
Practically shooting from his wrinkled sheath, the first few inches of his black meat missile twitched in eager arousal as it was exposed to all the surrounding eyes. Ace groaned with each inch that slid from its home. With every strong throb, Ace winced as pleasure shot up his spine, his thick organ already dribbled pre onto the black gossamer ground even before the plump ring of his circumference was exposed.
“Already, you have a sceptre worthy of a prince,” Chrysalis commented, watching his cock erect with a hungry gaze.
Ace didn’t know what was happening but he could feel it. His cock, whilst nothing to scoff at before was slowly swelling into something truly bestial. His sceptre continuously grew erect but when it reached its normal zenith, mightily thick and impressively long but… it continued to throb. An extra inch, then two, eventually hitting a plateau almost a quarter of the size longer. He felt light-headed from the experience, his dizziness only serving to exacerbate the ecstasy he was feeling. Whatever it was she forcefully fed him, it forced the majority of his blood into his obese spear. Now, every vein that lined his fuck-column was plumped. What’s more, his involuntary flexes ensured that it looked laboriously thick, forcing as much blood as was possible into his vascular organ. Even Ace, who never once entertained the thought of fellatio, felt his jaw ache in empathy for anyone foolish enough to attempt to fellate the enormous organ he now fielded. It felt foreign to him now, yet the added weight and the hypnotic sway prompted by its throbs and twitches was somewhat addicting to behold.
But apparently, the process was not yet finished. Akin to the surge in his cock, Ace felt his thighs tense as he hissed through his teeth as the adjoining sack of skin almost shot up into his body. His balls clenched, the sloshy pair of nuts were already hanging heavy with a thick sloshy load; the pair of bountiful churners already impressively fertile looking. However, whatever was now coursing through him did not think him virile enough...
“Now the jewels,” Chrysalis remarked cheerily, softly chewing her lip at the sight of his accentuated masculinity.
Every time his nuts clenched, Ace felt a dull pain, yet the pleasure he received was greater. His balls heaved, filling with more cum but also growing to accommodate it. His sack became pendulous, dropping almost a full inch lower as his balls expanded to almost double in size. Within a pleasurable instant, Ace had become a living icon to fertility. His cum tanks were filled to beyond capacity with eager swimmers, his vascular twitching organ practically crying with the amount of pre it was spewing; his body wishing to relieve the immense pressure in his newly-sized nuts.
“What… is… barely… think…” Ace spoke between his pants. Never before had he been this horny. Not when he lost his virginity, experimented with zebra viagra – not even when he participated in that threesome with those appreciative sisters after he finished hooking up their sound system! What he was experiencing was simply feral. Primal. He wanted – nay – needed, to breed.
“Oh, now this simply won’t do,” Chrysalis cooed, watching his juggernaut cock throb and beat like a lure for any wanton slut. “You must be so backed up. You must want to breed so many soaking holes right now, don’t you?”
“I need… to fuck,” Ace pleaded, barely able to get out his simple-minded cry.
“You would certainly be enough for any heat-struck whore if they wanted to be pounded into the dirt but I want you thinking clearly when you’re balls deep inside of me,” she said, her eyes drifting somewhere between pity and schadenfreude. The changeling queen continued to watch him, the stallion’s hips trembling, screaming to buck a foal into a ripe womb. “Although, I’m not malevolent. I think my subjects can give you some relief…”
The changelings who had until now remained rather still and flaccid, were suddenly taken by a randy, excited energy. Ace saw some wings buzz, and smiles took the place of other neutral expressions. Obviously, they sensed their queen’s intentions for them. She looked over the bug-horde with a thoughtful squint. Although many now had their eyes on the queen, hopeful and expectant, many had fixated their hungry gaze on Ace’s swollen hog and big, round balls. Ace could do nothing but throb under all their eyes, each now on fire with desire, drooling openly. The stench of his arousal was beginning to dominate the air, which only whipped the changelings into an even stronger fervour. Some were now raising their hooves, trying to steal their queen’s attention like overeager foals in a classroom.
“Trying to keep over a hundred horny souls placid is a lot harder than you could possibly know,” Chrysalis’ remarked in Ace’s direction, smiling wearily before looking back over the brood. “How many mouths, hmm?” she pondered, tapping her chin. “Two… five… seven?”
Ace continued to breathe heavily like a dog. A lot of mouths sounded… good. His heavy shaft heaved with eager pulses, large dollops of pre trickled from his straight black pillar. “P-please.”
Chrysalis chuckled, although her eyes did not go back to the randy stallion. Instead, she surveyed the changelings surrounding her. Then, wordlessly, she applied a process that seemed arbitrary to the trapped pegasus. She looked into the crowd and soon, several of her subjects trotted out from the swarm of their kin. Ace had never seen such ecstatic faces before. The collective bunch of eight struggled to contain themselves, their full bodies trembling with a barely contained excitement that bordered on fanatical. They stood, four on each side, in a line with the queen. They were licking their lips, some eyeing the floor where his precum fell and others the source itself – the indented urethra that hadn’t stopped leaking like a tap ever since he achieved rigidity.
Chrysalis smiled, satisfied with her lot. She then met eyes with the beleaguered stallion. Every second she didn’t give the command felt like a stretch of eternity to Ace. Although, after a few seconds of sharing each other’s gaze, she spoke. “Have at him.”
Within an instant of receiving permission, the eight changelings rushed towards him. Ace flinched at their sudden speed but quickly fell limp when he felt the first drawn out lick up the broad height of his cock head. He was often quiet in the bedroom like a lot of stallions, however, at that moment, the sensation of the changeling’s warm wet tongue licking up his tip made him moan out into the open air like a whore. Six more tongues joined soon after. They dragged up his length, attacking all the good spots in an all-out assault that overwhelmed the pony. Despite being a part of a hivemind, their variation on how they treated his dick contrasted greatly. The one who handled his flare was like a dog, ravenously slurping down all of his essences. However, one nibbled on his medial ring, another tenderly kissed his shaft and one just kept kissing him. All of the various wet sensations took Ace to a far higher summit of pleasure than even his wings could take him. There was no respite from them, their moans and his pleasure prevented him from seeking solace into his own mind – not that he would want to escape the bliss of all their mouths.
He felt perpetually on the brink of orgasm, his shaft tingling and twitching as though on the edge, a fire burning in his groin. It seemed like this was a predictable problem though. Whilst six were focused on his shaft, two of the horny bugs were working on encouraging his swimmers to explode like a fountain from his cock. They had started to devote themselves to his hanging nuts, rubbing their face over each smooth and oversized black apple. Soon after he felt each full and heavy ball rest on a tongue-bed, each one of his jiggling nuts under their respective tongues, becoming the subject of worship by each attentive bug. They didn’t seem to approach the task with just fun but also passion, licking each ball flatly, slathering each churner with an excess of spittle. They took turns to suckle on the veiny flesh of their respective nut, teasing and provoking sensations out of Ace that were foreign to him until now. He had mares focus on his cock before, treating it as though it was the centre of their world. However, he could never claim the same level of attention had ever been given to his churning testicles. They were praising his fertility and virility, the true essence of his masculinity! They began to take mouthfuls of his sack, sucking in skin and ball until their mouths could take nothing more.
“Hot,” Chrysalis remarked coolly, chuckling deeply. “Do you feel worshipped?”
“Y-yes,” Ace answered truthfully. Each changeling put their all into pleasuring him. They even altered their attack patterns every so often. The one who nibbled at his sensitive ring of flesh swapped teeth for lips. The one who was paying attention to his hilt even snaked their tongue into his sheath, no doubt where the densest flavour of cock was; the thought of someone so depraved pleasuring him only made him throb even more intensely.
“But how do you know their true feelings?” she asked slyly. “How about I give them permission to speak, hmm?”
“W-what?”
Her already present smile deepened in size. Before Ace could inquire further, the ‘ling servicing the tip of his mighty cock pulled away; their snout-like muzzle drenched in the stallion’s pre.
“I want you to fuck my throat,” she requested, aggressively horny. “I want you to drown me with cum!”
“You tashste so good!” A changeling slurred, completely drunk on lust before she continued lapping at his dickflesh with even heightened fervour.
One of the changeling’s working on his big churning testicles pulled away with a ‘pop’, smiling up at Ace with a foolish grin. “I want you to paint us white,” he spoke. He. The voice was silk, feminine, but Ace could tell. However, the pegasus was too horny to particularly care. “You must be so backed up.”
“I don’t want my holes to fit any other cock than yours!”
“Stretch us!”
“Fuck us!”
“Use us!”
“Breed us!”
“Breed us all!”
The zealous moans and lusty purrs of the changelings catered the primal urge within Ace. There was a sincerity in their voices. Lust. Desire. Want. Love. After they vocalised their adorations Ace noticed their collective increase in trying to please him. The speed of their tongues increased, their suckles became stronger and more energised. He moaned, groaned, his hips giving futile thrusts forwards. However, his attention was eventually stolen by the changeling who lapped up his dribbling pre like a delicious treat.
Her mouth fell open, her eyes fluttering closed as she fell into a stupor. His blunt crown was pushed against her entrance, her surprisingly soft and plump lips pushed against his spongy cockflesh. Ace was worried about her fangs but not as much as he thought as the insect pushed her head down against hoof-thick tip. The warm enveloping of his ram-like tip made his dick thicken; his turgid flesh scraping against her fangs as a result. Yet, the pain was nothing in comparison to the sensation of being wrapped in the wet warmness of her maw.
“Fun fact: We breathe through the holes in our legs,” Chrysalis informed him, continuing to watch the salacious display before her.
Ace barely heard her, consumed by the little changeling that could. After his flare was taken, she continued to swallow inch after inch of the stallion’s ebony pride, her pleasured moans sending pleasant vibrations up Ace’s cock. The changeling opened her eyes again, just to look him in the eye as she swallowed inch after inch of the stallionhood, pulling Ace into her gaze. As she swallowed more and more of his endowment, holding nothing but mirth in her eyes, he shared in her pleasure, her joy. The warmth and pleasure in his dick only grew and grew, even as the other tongues and mouths retreated from his shaft to facilitate her obscene consumption.
Her throat hole was far tighter than any pussy (or ass, on occasion) he had ever claimed. His masculinity only continued to disappear until her lips pressed down on the juicy medial ring. She could have clearly taken more, not a hint of struggle on her almost-smug expression. She was warm, wet and enveloping in all but name. Her mouth-pussy clenched down on every inch of his endowment, squeezing down from ring to tip, all without her moving a single inch. Ace had never been in such a contrastingly dominant yet submissive position, unable to truly have his way with her petite gob yet knowing she would do anything to have the cumpipe lodged in her throat explode a fountain worth of jizz into her stomach.
Before Ace could spend any longer in his own head, she started to move again. She gulped down the last bare inches of his cock, wrapping up the fifth limb like an obscene and living sock. Upon doing so she immediately began to slurp and suckle, draining Ace’s organ of its precious sticky essence. The accentuated size of his cock coupled with whatever else was running in his blood left his entire frame trembling. Thunderbolts, fireworks and exploding volcanoes! Ace could find no other apt comparisons to describe the raw power of the ecstasy bouncing around his insides; vibrating his bones (and bone).
Then, as if things couldn’t escalate any further, she began to move.
In a swift movement that almost gave Ace a case of blissful whiplash, the changeling retreated back until his flare was back to bulging out her cheeks, then she slammed herself back down all the way to the hilt! She didn’t choke, flinch or cringe, even as she did it again and again. Back and forth she fucked her own face on his great black pike. Glrk, glrk, glrk! The erotic sound bounced off the gossamer walls. Ace felt the tugging hoof of climax gradually bring him closer and closer to fall off the edge of the proverbial cliff. He began to snort and huff, his feral side forced out by the changeling’s oral machinations. His dick thickened, flexing in her throat as his massive cream factories began to churn.
“Fill her belly!” Chrysalis encouraged.
With that, Ace flared. His protrusion in her throat effectively clogged her windpipe with his pipe, stopping her from violating her throat. For the first time, Ace saw a hint of something aside from unfettered lust: surprise. The outline of his cock was visible through her chitin, as was the pulses that coincided with the flex of his immense sack. Ace was surprisingly silence as he felt the tidal wave of semen travel up his shaft, his body paralysed by the sheer strength of his orgasm. He could feel every single rope, the sheer volume of jizz ensuring that it came out as a single stream essentially. The amount he expelled would have drowned a pony mare, however, the changeling seemed to revel in it. Quantity and quality it would seem; his swimmers were like tadpoles in tenacity. Her hind legs gave out as an orgasm of her own crashed into her, overwhelmed by the lust carried across in his potent seed. It would have flattered Ace if he were paying attention, too lost in the haze of his own rapture to notice the changeling relentless full-body twitches; hit with a climax that was several degrees stronger than even his own.
After what felt like a full gallon of semen unleashed from his heaving sack, Ace felt his cock soften to a still impressive size as the intrusion clogging the changeling’s throat relaxed. Right after, she slid off his dick and fell limp to the ground, wearing a large, dumb smile as an excess of semen trickles from the corner of her lip. Meanwhile, Ace’s entire shaft was glazed with his own spunk.
“Hmm, I’m impressed. It’s not so often you can make a changeling full. You even have a glaze,” Chrysalis observed, her eyes falling to the unconscious form of the she-changeling by Ace’s hooves. “So, how was it?”
“That was… that was…” Ace panted. He felt as though he ran a marathon, the changeling draining both his balls and seemingly all of his energy. Still, he managed to summon just enough from his reserves to answer her question, “the best experience of my life.”
“Good. Want to feel something even better?” she offered, showing off her fangs in a predatory grin.
The stallion’s smarter side was warning him, informing him to think longer on her proposition. However, his slowly hardening cock stole the microphone, wanting to give the smiling queen only one answer. “Yes!”
She chuckled at his enthusiasm. With a nod from the monarch, the changelings who were worshipping the stallion’s great pole dragged their cum-drunk comrade away; a subtle white trail following behind them as the cum-drunk bug dribbled out further excess. “Glad you’re still… eager,” she remarked lustily, watching his cock quickly harden back into its colossal mast. “I think you’re ready.”
Ace felt his cheeks pull back into a smile as the queen approached him, licking her lips with a forked tongue. When she reached him, she gave his smouldering, cum-covered pillar a curious prod. It twitched in reaction to her fleeting touch, the huge organ seeming to recognise royalty at a touch, smearing the frog of her hoof with a long streak of pre.
“This is definitely the biggest I’ve seen,” she commented passively, although Ace saw the way she nibbled at the corner of her lip. Monarch or drone, to Ace, the lust was palpable. “I can’t wait to feel it inside of me.”
“Likewise,” said Ace. He'd be a hypocrite if he pretended he wasn’t just as eager, his dick betraying the feeling he didn’t wear on his face.
Chrysalis said nothing, instead, turning her back on him. Whilst the gesture in any other context might have been insulting, the queen flagged her tail, presenting to Ace’s eyes a delicious black fruit. The stallion’s mouth watered at the sight of the queen’s perfect cunny, the plump lips were just as inviting for his mouth as they were his organ. She was so close to his rod that he could feel the heat of her twat, the teasing closeness made him snort, wishing he could move so he could plunge himself to the hilt in such a perfect crease. When her clit winked, betraying the queen’s eagerness to take such a godly endowment, Ace’s eyes widened at the sight of green where there should have been pink. This veneer of added exoticism just made him harder, although the feeling paled in comparison to when she shimmied back.
Under his cock tip, her labia was far softer than it was on observation. It rivalled even a freshly made cloud, the inviting hole was also soaking with the queen’s precious nectar. The wanton mare cooed in response, the heat of their respective sexes congealing into one wonderful sensation. Her hips swayed from side to side, moving the cock against her pussy, giving him and herself just the barest of stimulation. In response, his column of meat twitched and leaked eagerly, almost as though it didn’t just expel a belly full of cum just a few moments ago.
The queen’s eyes became half-lidded, her moaning mouth letting out the only noise in the room. Her subjects watched in perfect silence as their monarch was going to be the first to claim such a pristine shaft. The slippery texture of her moist cunt and his cum-glazed meat meant there were a few close calls of accidental penetration, however, Chrysalis – a queen in all aspects – would not allow him to go balls deep unless she said so. Ace could read as much. He knew that he could plead for the snugness of her canal but all he would achieve was to prolong his satisfaction. Instead, he gorged himself on the sight of her warming cheeks, her small but shapely ass and the delectable sight of her pussy primed for penile conquest.
“I can’t wait any longer,” she intoned, applying just the slightest bit of pressure with her hips, “I hope you can handle a queen, prince.”
Ace smirked. His face was drenched with sweat. “Me t-too.”
With that, Chrysalis pushed back against the stallion’s fuck-hammer, the broad tip squeezing its way into the changeling’s love canal. He was just long (or short) enough to fit comfortably inside of her. Ace half-expected her to pause also, to allow him to acclimate to the divine tightness of her black and green gash, however, she had other ideas…
Immediately, she slammed her ass all the way down to his base, consuming each and every inch of the pegasi’s cum-covered hog with a groan. Ace let out a mute scream at the sensation. It was a suffocating tightness, one that pressed down and squeezed him from hilt to tip, all without a single movement from the queen. She had either practised a vigorous kegel regimen or utilised her natural abilities as a shapeshifter to stroke and pump without even moving. Regardless of lack of action on her part, her tongue still lolled from her mouth, her face cyan with shameless ecstasy.
“To feel this full – it’s glorious!” she mewled, wiggling her hips slightly. “You could tear a mare in two with this cock! Definitely one of my better ideas,” she sang, letting loose a hefty moan; punctuating her vocalisation with a tight squelch around his heavenly girth.
“R-right,” Ace agreed through a tightened jaw. Even when she spoke, it didn’t stop the pleasant ripples going up and down his fat black partisan. Much like before he felt at the edge of orgasm, however, this was about a thousand times worse in all aspects. She was edging him yet release felt like an unattainable goal in his position. One buck, one weak thrust would be all it took. “Move a-already.”
“What was that?”
Mistake.
The warm and wet wrap around his dick was still present but gone was the ‘milking’ motion of her canal. “I-I, u-uh…” Ace, unlike before, would have been capable of speaking coherently, yet her eyes carried enough authority within them that he was unable to anyway.
“I’m still the queen here. Even if all their mouths water for just a taste of you, they fight just to kiss the very ground I walk on. You don’t demand. You beg,” she finished, a sadistic grin coming to her blushing face. Before Ace could apologise, the words were trapped in his throat, the air coming out as garbled mess as his entire shaft was squeezed to an almost painful tightness. The queen’s grin became larger, Ace having the unfortunate experience of pain coming to a draw with pleasure. The escalation came when his hips were pulled forward from the wall, the strength of her ‘grip’ was unbelievable! “I could crush it like a can… but that would be a waste, wouldn’t it?”
“P-please, please, p-please…” Ace could only repeat the one word, half-wheezing; sweat trickled down his cheeks. The second after dragged into an hour but he felt her grip soften back into its homely snugness, a measured sigh of relief coming from the stallion’s mouth.
Chrysalis chuckled at his expense, yet her twat continued to wink and drip her honey to the floor. Her patience, having been tested on one front, was clearly being tested on another. “Now that we have established that…”
A resonated ‘schlick’ sounded throughout the cavernous room as Chrysalis yanked her hips forward. Ace let out a gasp in response, his dick exposed once more to the humid air; already craving to return to the cosy hotness of the queen’s bug-pussy. And, as quick as she retreated her hips, she crashed back against his waist, gulping his entire shaft in one easy motion. That was all she needed to establish a rhythm. In contrast to his idea of what it meant to be a royal, her back and forth gyration was brutally simple, valuing speed and pleasure over the slow-build he expected from her. Then again, Ace recalled what she said a while back: ‘famished’.
“Ah, ah, ah! It’s been so long since I’ve had a good fuck!” she vocalised, her ass going blue with the harshness of her motions. Ace thought his hips were going to break, yet he didn’t want her to stop. Her embrace was far better than any of his previous lays. The incredible heat and virginal tightness put her in a bracket far above any other mare he had shared a bed with, and the queen’s enthusiasm was also unmatched. Under the goop, his hooves curled, wanting to grip something. He wondered why mares had done it in the past when he fucked them. Now, he understood. It was to ground their bliss, to let it out of them. Now? It was bottled inside of him, just growing and growing to a never before reached peak.
Still, he was able to stop himself fading away to a pleasure-induced coma just long enough to watch the queen lose a degree of control. The longer she went on for the tighter her clenches became. If she lacked full authority over one thing, Ace saw it first-hoof: it was her own body. It was almost as if her pussy was resisting her attempts to properly fuck his pipe, to drag-on the feeling of fullness before allowing his organ to slide out. Her full-length massage of his cock became more sporadic, applying extra pressure on his flare in one thrust and his hilt on another. It translated to an extra layer of unpredictability to the ploughing, making his whole body twitch and convulse with his loud husky moans and low growls. His hardened cock grew even more rigid, his approach to orgasm fast approaching.
“I-I’m gonna-”
“Spray my insides white!” Chrysalis interrupted with a carnal cry, plunging back against his waist and taking in every single inch of his cock.
With this, his erection pulsed. Against her iron grip, Ace discovered the only thing that could fight back against it. His tip flared, spreading her hole to capacity as he fired volleys of pure white jizz into her womb. He felt his balls drain of all their contents by the changeling’s squeezes, every slimy rope coaxed out by her perfect pussy. There seemed to be no end, as though he doubled in capacity from before - if such a thing were possible. Chrysalis remained standing despite her quivering legs, her body wracked with convulsions by the cataclysmic orgasm she underwent. This wasn’t isolated to just herself, however. A cursory glance by Ace saw that the changelings, who watched the carnal act with muted interest, were now themselves taken by their queen’s lust. Bug-on-bug action soon transpired all around them, a lewd and salacious orgy of tongues, chitin, myriad holes and a variety of poles – some natural, others shapeshifted. Such debauchery was fresh to his eyes, wincing at the sharp pain in his groin as a result. His dick had received a real work out from all the flexes and pumps, his heavy sack finally resting as its contents spilt out from the changeling’s cunt despite how plugged it was from the stallion’s immense – and persisting – flare. The wasted cum wouldn’t live up to adjective, as several – almost feral – changelings busted out from the impromptu orgy, their serpent-like tongues scraping the sticky white mess from the ground with orgasmic glee.
After a moment, Ace felt his cock slide from her hole, hearing an audible pop despite the sound of beating flesh all around them. He was still rock-hard and twitching. Chrysalis looked over her shoulder, betraying a flash of alarm on her face before it settled into a sultry stare. “You’re still not satisfied, hmm?”
“A-apparently.” He smiled, tired and meek. He could only confirm her analysis, seeing around him many prospective holes to fill. “C-can I come down now?”
“Of course,” she answered, smirking. Her jagged horn was enshrouded with green light, covering his limbs. Soon, the goop that covered them melted away, Ace yelping as he fell to the ground – the bugs lapping up his excess cum skittering away. “Feel liberated?”
“I’m feeling s-something,” he replied shakily. His hooves were numb, yet his propped up rear wasn’t the result of hind legs...
“To find your way out, follow the sound of water,” she informed, watching closely as he shakily rose, “and if you want to do this again, you’ll know where to find the hive. And if you want to do me again, perhaps in private, you know where to look.”
Ace paused before speaking, tightening his jaw to suppress a moan that erupted from the feeling of his shaft smacking against his stomach. He met the queen’s gaze with a partially squinted face. “The, uh… bus stop?”
“Correct,” she confirmed before she strode forth, proud despite the semen oozing from her backside. Her subjects, despite being in the throes of sex, still parted for her, shimmying and wiggling, even inside of one another. “Have fun, prince...”
Ace watched her leave, wondering where she was departing too. Although that line of questioning quickly faded as he looked all around him. Some changelings had stopped meeting each other’s hips to focus their compact hues upon him. Their appetite was clearly wanting, and they encroached upon him, lust and hope in their gazes. Ace paused a moment, although the wet audible slap under his stomach from his still very present erection was all the thought he needed before a massive smile appeared at the end of his muzzle. He had only one question to ask…
“Who’s first?”
