Author's Note

Here's three extra scenes for this story, mostly written and finished after publishing. Because I'm a pervert

These should fit in between chapters two, three and four respectively.

Extra Scenes

"Ahhh...aaah YES!"

Chrysalis moaned as she felt Shining Armor's thick horsecock enter her. Her hands clenched at the silken bedsheets as her kneeling form leaned into her bed's pillows. The stallion prince was on his knees behind her, his steady hands gripping her flanks as he pushed his member into her warm, waiting sex.

The queen had been 'good' these past few days, content to savor the ponies' decadent love without making a pig of herself. She awoke each morning to a brainwashed hubby eager to pleasure her in bed while the sun rose outside. After a luxurious shower the queen usually spent the day surrounded with fawning courtiers, each plying her with gifts or lavishing her with praise and compliments. Chrysalis gleefully encouraged them to continue, basking in the warmth and sugary sweetness of their love. Delicious food also continued to emanate from the castle kitchens, and the queen ate heartily, tucking in to three scrumptious meals per day, with the occasional snack in between. A full day of courtly affection often left her feeling pent-up, however, so as the sun was setting Chrysalis would depart for her bedchamber, motioning for Shining Armor to follow.

The changeling queen moaned again as she felt the prince enter her again. Every part of her body jiggled as he began to thrust; her chubby rump cheeks as he thrust against her, her rounded potbelly, still swollen from her lunchtime debauchery, her plump breasts dangling between her softened forearms.

Chrysalis was not blind to the fact that she had put on some weight since her victory - in fact, she reveled in it. The queen spent odd moments admiring her smoother, softer body, and had yesterday enjoyed a massage from one of the castle mares that left her bubbling and shivering with pleasure.

Fullness and getting 'fat' were near-foreign concepts to changelings, who spent so much of their lives in hunger and near-starvation. Even the queen had always kept a bony, waifish figure. The revelation that she was growing plump, that she now had curves like an earth pony mare, was delightfully pleasurable. The thought flashed into Chrysalis' mind again that this was all hers, that she had WON, and before her stretched an endless banquet of affection and praise, food and gifts, kisses and sex and food and fat and cum and LOVE-

Chrysalis gasped as she climaxed, her slick nethers tightening around her brainwashed husband's cock. Shining grunted in response and thrust into her, his member erupting and pumping seed into his 'wife.' The queen groaned as her belly tightened again, her womb swelling with cum and pushing against her food-stuffed stomach.

Their orgasm faded and the prince slowly withdrew his cock, a dribble of their combined juices staining the bedsheets beneath her. Chrysalis turned onto her back, licking her lips and grinning as a hand fondled her swollen tummy. Shining kneeled at the foot of her bed, face flushed but eyes calm, his naked horsecock starting to soften. The queen briefly thought of commanding him to pleasure her again, but her body felt tired and lethargic, and the warm velvety bedspread beckoned her to sleep.

"Off to bed now, Shining Armor," Chrysalis commanded with a lazy flourish of her arm, banishing him to his own (much less opulent) bedroom next to hers.

"I'll have use of you again in the morning...~"

The changeling queen had felt a bit peckish as she summoned three of her more well-endowed courtiers for her evening fuck. She had sent away for 'something sweet' from the kitchen while sauntering off to the bedroom. Ten minutes later she was greeted with an entire sheet cake - fluffy and yellow, with thick chocolate icing, still warm in the pan.

The shapely mare who had brought the dessert now sat on the bed in front of her queen, feeding her large square slices with a lecherous grin. Meanwhile, a handsome silver-maned pegasi stallion knelt behind his mistress, hands gripping her flanks as he slowly thrust himself between the queen's hefty rump cheeks.

Chrysalis groaned as eager hands pushed another thick slice of cake into her mouth. Her chubby cheeks swelled as her maw was filled with cakey, chocolaty sweetness. Each huff or moan of pleasure sprayed crumbs and icing down her double chin and softened neck.

The queen had packed on at least a hundred pounds since her victory. Her flabby arms lay sprawled around and under two soft, pendulous breasts which spilled out onto the bedsheets, tender nipples erect with pleasure. The queen's fat gut swelled round her sides and sank heavily into the mattress. Chrysalis could feel her stomach slosh with each thrust of her current lover, even as it was packed full of cake. Her bloated ass jiggled high above the soft rolls of her back, two spheres of flab which widened out even further to her titanic thighs.

Chrysalis moaned in ecstasy as she was stuffed from both ends. She eagerly gobbled down each hunk of cake, messily scattering crumbs and frosting over the bedsheets as well as her generous cleavage. Her brainwashed lover quickened his pace, grunting as he rammed his horsecock deeper into the changeling queen's pussy.

A dull ache pulsed through her gut as his thrust put pressure on her overful stomach. Chrysalis fought back the taste of bile, determined not to lose one crumb of her love-stuffing, and instead wolfed down another big bite of sheet cake. Waves of heat pulsed through her sweating, jiggling black body as the pony servant railed her. Her ass and tits quivered and shook as he frantically thrust into her, straining as he approached climax, though the weight of the changeling's bloated gut kept her pinned to the creaking bed.

The queen suddenly gasped as the stallion hilted and erupted inside of her, her body shuddering with orgasm as his thick seed filled her sex. Her gut groaned as it swelled out tighter, its flabby bulk sinking slightly further into the mattress.

Chrysalis felt the bed shift, and suddenly the next stallion in her "personal guard" was behind her, his hands eagerly squeezing her flanks and ass. The queen shivered and motioned for the next slice of cake, which was pushed into her mouth just as the next erect horsecock was slipped between her heavy ass cheeks. Chrysalis moaned once more as her nethers absorbed his hot, lusty love, while her maw absorbed the sweet, sugary love of her bakers. Her belly gurgled, slowly swelling fuller and heavier with each gulp, each thrust, as the changeling queen's debauchery continued long into the night...

"More!" the queen spat. "More meat, more sweets! Made with love - ALL your love!"

Chrysalis gnawed on a thick hock of ham, sugary juices dripping from her mouth as bewitched pony servants swarmed around her. Mares and stallions in kitchen whites and servant dress, clothes stained with sweat and cooking grease, worked tirelessly to serve their queen.

The changeling queen glowered at them as she chewed, her enormous body stuffed into her personal throne. Her old gold-and-velvet chair had been ruined weeks ago - the sturdy wood had finally cracked under the weight of the queen's ever-expanding rump. Her servants had been forced to fashion Chrysalis a new perch, this time made of polished crystal from the mines underneath the castle.

Yet even this generously-proportioned chair could barely contain their master's bloated majesty. Their naked queen's massive belly swelled out beyond the crystal seat, obscuring her knees and pinning her hefty legs against the throne's base. The cavernous dimple of her navel wavered inches away from the lip of the crystal table where exotic delicacies for the queen's evening meal had been piled high before her. Chunky black love handles overflowed the arms of her throne, fighting for space with her thick, flabby arms.

Chrysalis gulped down the last bite of sweetened ham, smacking her lips as she tossed the bone aside. The queen salivated as a servant levitated the next dish forward, a tray of mincemeat pies browned and studded with sugar. The tray floated above her belly, its upper curve swollen taut by her filling stomach, and past her fat pendulous breasts, to hover just before the queen's flabby face. Chrysalis opened her mouth in anticipation, her plump fingers reaching out to grasp the pies and shovel them into her mouth. The queen noisily gobbled them down, one after another, her eyes hazy and half-open as she basked in the sweetened flavors and tainted love contained within the festive treats.

Chrysalis continued her feast for another twenty minutes, devouring another plate of pies, then a side of candied yams, a dozen buttered biscuits, a plate of cookies and several slabs of frosted gingerbread. The ponies had apparently prepared a Hearths Warming feast for their queen this evening - not that she gave a fig for pony holidays or celebrations.

Finally the dishes dwindled, and the queen sat licking her lips, her overfull belly gurgling in pain but her mind clouded with self-satisfaction. The doors to the kitchens flew open one last time as the ponies brought out the final dish - a massive pot filled with a thick holiday pudding, chilled to perfection and dusted with sugar on top. The pot was rolled in on a serving cart, and it took half a dozen scrawny servants to lift the hefty dish onto the table.

The changeling queen licked her lips in anticipation. "Well, what are you waiting for? SERVE your queen!" she crowed, impatiently waiting for the dish to be lifted to her lips.

"My Queen, the dish is too heavy," a stallion in a stained chef hat intoned. "And all the castle dishes are dirty at the moment. In just a few moments we will have washed-"

Chrysalis huffed indignantly, cursed the bewitched ponies for their laziness, and placed her hands on the arms of her throne as she moved to rise from her seat. But her massive rump, wedged tightly into the ill-fitting throne, and the new weight of her food-stuffed stomach kept her rooted in place. The queen groaned as her poorly-exercised limbs struggled to lift her stuffed, fattened body.

"GET AWAY!" Chrysalis snarled as her attendants moved closer, then flitted away at the sound of her voice. Slowly, the changeling rocked herself back and forth, shimmying her thighs and ass forward and out of the throne. Her belly groaned as her packed stomach shifted, the weight of her flabby gut pulling her forward towards the floor. Finally, with a dim burst of green magic, Chrysalis pulled herself upward, her globular rump cheeks sliding out of the throne as she got to her hooves. Her round, fleshy body wobbled and sloshed as she readjusted her weight.

Panting softly, the queen loomed over the table, flopping her swollen ball of a belly onto its surface. She reached across with one hand, grasping the pot's rim and dragging it towards her. Throwing etiquette aside, the changeling dipped her hands into the vessel, scooping up a gloppy handful of the cool dessert and pushing it into her mouth. Warm tingles of festive pony-love danced in her mouth as she savored the chocolaty sweetness of the holiday pudding.

Chrysalis groaned with pleasure as she slowly gorged on pudding. Chocolate-coated hands splattered fudgy goodness across her neck and cleavage as she shoveled globs of the stuff from the pot into her maw. Her belly gurgled as it was packed to capacity, its sticky upper swell bloating painfully outwards as her stomach was packed to its limit. The changeling queen huffed with fatigue in between mouthfuls as she fed herself, her flabby arms struggling to keep pace with her gluttonous desire for the love-tinged dessert. Pony servants watched with dull placidity as their queen devoured the contents of the pot, her exposed breasts and belly quaking as she scooped handful after handful of pudding to her lips.

After several minutes Queen Chrysalis finally stopped. Most of the pudding had been devoured, and her exhausted arms were no longer willing to reach for more. The changeling basked in a post-meal haze, green eyes half-lidded as she lazily licked chocolate from her lips. Dollops and smears of pudding covered her chest and hands, mixed with crumbs and grease from the rest of the feast.

My Queen, have you had enough?" a nearby servant stallion ventured.

"Do I look like I've had enough?" the queen groused. A pained groan emanated from her stomach in response. Chrysalis gingerly placed a hand on her upper belly, feeling how taut the strained flesh was.

"Nngh...never mind. I'm going to bed," the queen mumbled. She slowly backed away from the table, gasping as her gut slid off its surface and its full weight sloshed against her thighs. She nearly lost her balance, gripping the table to steady herself as her gargantuan gut gurgled and swayed. Carefully she bent backward to distribute the weight and made for the exit.

Chrysalis moaned quietly as she waddled towards the door. Her belly felt so full, so packed, that she feared another bite would burst it apart. As she approached the chamber's exit two servants bowed and opened the doors. The changeling scowled with irritation as Shining Armor appeared in the hall, wearing nothing but a dopey grin and the tattered pants from his white wedding attire. The stallion's bewitched eyes lit up and he rushed toward her.

"My Queen!" Shining Armor effused, throwing his arms around her middle. The changeling belched heavily as the stallion squeezed her bloated middle in a warm hug. Ire rose in her throat, but before she could begin to berate him the aura of his lusty nuptial love washed over her. The Queen huffed, her plump cheeks blushing at the familiar feeling of her nethers warming in the presence of her captive pony husband's bountiful love for his 'wife.'

Chrysalis groaned, her over-sexed libido overwhelming the pain of her overstretched stomach. "F-follow me, worm..." she intoned, deciding that the bewitched stallion could spend the night licking crumbs and pudding off her once he had sufficiently pleasured her.