An Excessive Dream of Victory

The door to Princess Cadance's royal bedchamber snapped open and Queen Chrysalis strode through. Or rather, stumbled through, as the triumphant changeling was more than a little drunk on both love and copious amounts of wine. The monarch was ensconced in an elegant wedding gown of white silk trimmed with gold lame, minus the veil, train and gloves which she had discarded as the night wore on.

This day had truly been perfect! Chrysalis twirled into the room, giggling with glee. The castle servants had ensconced her in this magnificent dress, and within the hour she had walked down the aisle with Shining Armor. The ceremony had gone off without a hitch - no meddling little sisters and NO vengeful princesses had interrupted. Chrysalis had planned to cackle and begin monologuing about her victory once the vows were complete, but Shining's infatuated gaze had given her pause. It was unnatural - despite the obvious signs of bewitching, the stallion radiated pure love for her - no disguise, no magical draining at all! It was so novel, so intoxicating to be freely fed love that the changeling could barely concentrate on the vows without salivating. His 'I do' kiss electrified her whole body, leaving her knees weak and mind blanking as she was bathed in his unfiltered love. Every pony in the audience felt the same way, the room was a hothouse of affection for her, so much that the queen could barely think of leaving until several hours later as her wedding reception was winding down.

And the food! Queen Chrysalis did not normally partake in pony food beyond simple sustenance, but she had absentmindedly sampled the champagne and hors d'oeurvres on the way to the reception, and was surprised to taste the same delicious love tainting every sip and morsel. The castle chefs must have cooked their 'love' for her into the food!

The unexpected combination left Chrysalis's stomach growling for more. After cutting their gleaming white wedding cake, Shining Armor had smushed a piece of it into her mouth - some kind of prankish pony tradition. The queen responded by swallowing it all, then seductively licking her prince's fingers clean. As the reception proceeded, Chrysalis devoured several plates of the delectable food and at least a dozen glasses of wine and champagne - enough to make her stomach ache with fullness and the room spin as she drunkenly danced and mingled with her new subjects.

"Oh, what an unexpectedly delicious victory!" Chrysalis crooned, licking her lips as she sauntered over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom. Once the room stopped spinning, the drunken queen steadied herself and parted her mane to gaze upon her own reflection.

The gown was impeccable, likely intended for Princess Cadance, though it obviously looked better against the queen's black body and superior good looks. Chrysalis flashed a pleased smile at herself and struck a few poses, giggling and admiring how the gown curved around and accentuated her rakish figure.

Her vanity satisfied, Chrysalis suddenly reached up to her neckline with one hand and began tearing the fabric with her sharpened nails. The silken material popped and groaned as she slashed it apart across her breast. Her shoulders wiggled and the ruined gown slid off her shoulders, crumpling into a pile around her hooves.

"I could care less about the dress," Chrysalis said smugly to her reflection, a wicked grin flashing across her face.

With the gown tossed aside, Chrysalis took a second to gaze at her naked form in the bedroom's full-length mirror. Her body was lithe and slender, the product of a lifetime of struggle, subterfuge, and hunger. Her limbs were long, with just enough weight and muscle tone to keep her feminine curves. The changeling's breasts were pert and modest, with barely any cleavage to speak of. The queen twisted around and laid a hand on her hip, noting that her thighs were still tight and slim, her rump almost embarrassingly small. Chrysalis huffed, her tail twitching as she remembered some of the pampered, fuller-figured mares who had attended her reception.

The one exception to her half-starved figure was her normally concave middle, which bulged out pregnantly around her food-stuffed stomach. The changeling hummed with pleasure as her hands gingerly massaged the taut flesh of her tummy, and the pounds of food, wine, and wedding cake which churned within.

"Hmmm..." Chrysalis hummed with pleasure as she fondled her food baby. Her flesh was smooth and warm, her body comfortably sated with love and nourishment for the first time in years. Her heart beat a little faster as she realized that this was no temporary meal - she had won, Canterlot Castle was hers, and she could take as much love as she wanted tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day...

"Oh, I could get used to this," the queen purred.

Chrysalis cooed in between hiccups as she smoothed and massaged her stomach. Her hands began drifting lower as her nethers suddenly flushed with warmth. After practically orgasming at the reception, Chrysalis had pushed aside her libido, maintaining control all through the rest of the party. Finally alone, her body's lustful pleasure at feeding on so much love welled up again.

The changeling traced her fingers around her marehood, her face flushing as she felt her own heat. The queen moaned quietly as a finger slipped between the lips of her labia, feeling her own warmth and wetness. Suddenly lightheaded, the queen sauntered over to her new bed and collapsed upon the covers. Chrysalis placed her head upon the comfy pillows, curling up her legs as she contemplated relieving herself. If only one of those hapless pony males were around to please her, she thought. That would just make this evening perfect.

As if on cue, the door to the bedroom cracked open, and the stallion of the evening entered. Shining Armor eased into the room, still wearing the loosened shirt and black trousers of his wedding tuxedo. "My love..." Shining addressed the changeling with a dreamlike smile.

Chrysalis grinned, propping herself up on the embroidered pillows as she gazed lustfully at the stallion. The supine changeling slowly spread her bent legs, revealing her waiting pussy.

"My dear Shining," Chrysalis beckoned as her captive stallion pulled off his shirt. "Are you ready to consummate our love?"