Romancing a Thorax

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Sex, Thorax, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 20911

A shy, chubby drone catches her Queen's eye. Romantic shenanigans ensue...

Sektiss never thought she was anything special. She's just an ordinary drone, a bit overweight, and pretty shy to boot. Nothing much changed for her, after Queen Chryalis was deposed, so she never thought she'd be lucky enough to speak with Queen Thorax, let alone date her!

NOTE: Thorax is a R63 futa Matriarch
Kinks Include: Female on Futa, Futa on Female, Expansion, Heavy Petting, Oral, Vaginal, Impregnation, Creampies, Cumflation, Oviposition, and Tons of Romantic Goodness

Artwork by Suirano
Sektiss belongs to Sektiss (Twitter @Sektiss1)

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Published 2021-01-13 21:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2021-01-13 21:30:03 UTC

Chapter 1

Sektiss stood mute, watching her graceful Queen wandering through their little village. Shortly after the hive had spontaneously reformed and, once the wicked Chrysalis had been deposed, Thorax had stepped up and taken the throne. Unlike the rest of the drones, the regal changeling had transformed spectacularly.

Compared to the rest of the hive, Queen Thorax stood worlds apart. Not only was the new Matriarch a head and shoulders taller than her flock, but she was by far the most gorgeous changeling around. With a buxom chest and svelte figure, she was the embodiment of beauty and grace. The best part was that she was just as charming as she was attractive.

Though Sektiss tried not to compare herself to their ruler, it was an arduous affair. While she did consider herself lucky for having antlers, a trait perilously few had, that did little to bolster her self-confidence. In addition to being shorter than Thorax, she was a bit heavier as well - sure, she’d get compliments about her expansive breasts, generous ass, and broad, foal-bearing hips, but she couldn’t see how anyone thought she was all that good-looking. Being able to change her appearance did little to ease her mind, since she would always know what she really looked like.

Regardless of all the changes which had happened to the hive, she’d always be the same. She had a few friends and the occasional interested stallion, although she realized she’d never be as loved and fawned over as their Queen. Turning away and lowering her gaze, hoping to distract herself for the remainder of the afternoon, she shuffled towards her home. With few other plans for the day and her trip to the shop derailed, her mind began to wander - that was, until someone gently patted her shoulder.

“Are you alright?” a lilting voice softly asked.

Without looking back, Sektiss gave a weak shrug. “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine,” she murmured, only slowing in the slightest degree. While it was a kind gesture for one of her kin to check up on her, there was little they could do. She’d just wallow in bed and busy herself with one of her romance novels until she felt better about herself.

“Are you sure? I don’t know what has you bothered, but I’d like to help,” the stranger pressed, lightly caressing her upper arm.

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and came to a halt. Their kind had an innate ability to sense the emotions of others, so there was no way she could honestly deny how crummy she felt. Taking a deep breath and holding it for a moment, hoping the mare would leave her be, she slowly exhaled. “I’m just frustrated - that’s all.”

Pulling on her shoulder, her unwanted visitor turned her in place. “And why is that?”

“Because I wish I could spend some time with…” Sektiss trailed off, finally peeking out and seeing who had stopped her. For some reason or other, though she couldn’t fathom why, she found herself facing Thorax herself.

“Time with…?” the Matriarch let the question hang, undoubtedly hoping the drone would finish her statement.

“W….with…” Sektiss gulped, suddenly finding it difficult to speak. Even before the great reformation, she’d only ever talked with Thorax once or twice. After they’d all been freed from Chrysalis, metamorphosing into their colorful and far more amiable state, she hadn’t dared approach the Queen - especially because of how smitten she was.

It was true - once Thorax had received her throne, she’d become inexplicably attracted to their new ruler. As far as she was concerned, their Queen was perfect in every conceivable way. The strangest thing was that, up until the hive had evolved, she’d never found herself interested in another woman. As perplexing as it was, the sexual attraction towards her sovereign became an immediate and all-encompassing problem.

“You can be honest with me,” Thorax breathed, pulling the smaller changeling into a hug.

Even if Sektiss could have pulled free, some deeply ingrained part of her subconscious wouldn’t allow her to move. As the Matriarch’s arms folded around her, her heart skipped a beat. Not only was she talking to and touching her Queen, but her face was steadily jammed between the beautiful woman’s breasts. Inhaling, smelling the delicate aroma of her sovereign, she shuddered.

“I...I wished to spend some time with you, my Queen,” she eventually admitted, peering up at the soft-spoken Matriarch. “I know it’s silly for a little drone like me, but I may as well be honest with you…”

Thorax straightened up and stepped back, leaving a bit of space between them. “What difference does it make that you’re a drone? I want all my subjects to feel comfortable around me.”

The fact that her sovereign looked genuinely hurt sent a cold chill up her spine and caused a knot to form in Sektiss’ stomach. The last thing in the world she’d wanted was to hurt Thorax’s feelings! Inching closer, hoping to make amends, she fervently shook her head.

“It’s not that I feel uncomfortable around you! It’s just that - um…” she fidgeted in place and lowered her tone to a faint whisper. “You’re a little imposing…”

“Imposing?” the Queen repeated, taken aback by the assertion.

“Not in a scary way, but in an awkward way,” Sektiss clarified. “I mean, just look at you. You’re…” she fell silent, reverently looking at her ruler from top to bottom, “perfect.”

“We’re all different and beautiful,” Thorax giggled, “and you are no exception. With such full breasts and generous curves, I’m sure you have stallions courting you right and left!”

Of all the things her Queen could have said, Sektiss had not expected a compliment. Her cheeks darkened and she looked away, unable to look the Monarch in the face. “M...my Queen, please, you jest.”

“Most certainly not! In fact, since you desire to spend some time with me, come,” the tall shapeshifter hummed, reaching out and gently grabbing the girl’s wrist. “With my afternoon free, I’m sure I could indulge one of my devout citizens.”

Before Sektiss had time to react, she found herself daintily pulled forward. Her jaw flapped uselessly, her heart hammered in her chest, and her loins grew moist. To think that Thorax would want to spend time with her was unfathomable - still, that paled in comparison to a much more pressing issue. Between the sovereign’s words, tone, and the oh-so subtle scent of arousal, she was left to presume that her Queen had something more than chatting in mind.

Following along behind Thorax, seeing that they were headed in the direction of her ruler’s abode, her mind began to race. What was she going to say? What was she going to do? A thousand and one questions accosted her and, needless to say, she was not prepared for the unexpected attention. Moving through the village, growing closer to their destination, she would swear she felt faint.

Opening her front door and seeing herself in, Thorax waved for her guest to follow. “And here we are. I know it’s not much, especially since I’m a Queen now, but I’m more comfortable living like this.”

Stepping inside, giving her eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light, Sektiss surveyed the interior. It was almost unbelievable to think that royalty lived in such a humble little house. Just like every other member of the hive, the Matriarch’s home was relatively plain and sparsely furnished. Consisting of one large, circular room, the abode was no different than any other drone’s.

A fireplace sat in the chamber’s center, with a spacious bed resting to one side. The only other pieces of furniture consisted of a recliner, loveseat, and a vanity with a standing mirror. There was a lone doorway in the back, leading to the restroom, but that was it. Anyone would have assumed it was the domicile of a peasant, yet it was anything but.

“Now then, since we have some privacy,” Thorax began, strutting over to her bed, “how about you come over here and perhaps I can help dispel your anxiety.”

Seating herself on the mattress and patting the empty space beside herself, the Queen smiled over at the curvaceous drone. Sektiss gulped and nodded, unwilling or unable to disobey the request. Slowly, almost cautiously, she inched closer and closer to the bed, until she was standing before the sovereign.

“Sit, please, I’d prefer we both be comfortable,” Thorax snickered, waving her guest forward. As the delightfully pump shapeshifter complied, easing herself down, she smiled. “So tell me, how am I awkwardly imposing?”

With a heavy sign, Sektiss hung her head. “Honestly, it’s mostly your look. You’re bigger than the rest of us, you’ve got antlers and a horn, and your elegance is unparalleled. It’s not like anyone is scared of you or anything, you’re just so much better than the rest of us.”

“A bold claim, coming from someone I would describe as exquisite,” the majestic changeling hummed, stroking the drone’s leg. Her fingers danced up and down the girl’s thigh, momentarily drifting towards her crotch before departing. “Like me, you have a pair of antlers and a horn. To be frank, I find you quite enchanting.”

“You honor me,” Sektiss murmured, peeking up at the woman’s face - at least she did, before the large shapeshifter flopped back and rolled onto her stomach. “My Queen, what are you -”

“I had a thought,” Thorax interrupted, lifting a finger. “If I allow you the chance to examine me, seeing that I’m far less different than you think I am, it may make you a bit more comfortable - as such, I require a massage.”

The drone’s pupils shrank to pin pricks and her stomach dropped, hearing the bizarre and wholly brazen request. “M...m...m...my Queen, I c...could never -”

“For the record,” the woman softly tutted, cutting the girl off once again, “that was not a request - with that in a mind, please, indulge me.”

Scarcely able to believe her eyes and ears, she watched the Matriarch extend her arms and sprawl on the sheets. Much like herself, as well as the rest of the hive, the Queen was in the nude almost all of the time. Being devout naturalists, their kind saw no need to cover themselves while in their homeland; it was just a part of everyday life, but this felt different.

Thorax had expressly asked for contact and some bodily exploration. Such an exercise was almost exclusively done between sexual partners or the closest of friends and it was not to be taken lightly. As she mulled her options, wondering how to tackle the situation in which she found herself, she came to a startling realization - she didn’t have an option.

She’d been given an order, plain and simple, and to deny it would be tantamount to heresy. The only reasonable thing she could do was to oblige her Queen and do the best she could. Since she had no real choice in the matter, being far outranked, she did what any reasonable drone would do. With trembling hands and a quickening pace, she reached for the woman’s upper back.

The sensation of Thorax’s flesh against her fingertips sent a shiver up her spine. As her hand glided over the Matriarch’s shoulders, she couldn’t help but appreciate the woman’s build - not too thin, not overweight, but perfectly balanced in a wonderful middle ground. With her fingers dancing up and down the royal’s frame, her eyes wandered down the Queen’s frame.

Thorax’s behind was simply divine. Taut and perky, the twin globes of her rump were the stuff of many a lusty daydream. Seated at the royal’s side, betting the barest peek into the cleft of her sovereign’s tush, she swallowed hard. All she would have to do is shift slightly to glimpse the woman’s nethers, yet she staved off the temptation - if only just.

“Mmmm,” Thorax groaned, contentedly wiggling her hips back and forth. “Lower.”

With her head resting on its side, facing away from the drone, Sektiss thanked her lucky stars that the royal couldn’t see her face. Her blush had returned with a vengeance and her nipples stood erect, as her palms roamed down the woman’s lower back. Kneading and rubbing away, working the tension from the Queen’s muscles, she steadily crept closer to the gloriously displayed rump.

Like some infernal lure, she couldn’t take her eyes off Thorax’s succulent booty. She’d often wondered how firm or soft those wondrous cheeks were, though she would never have dreamt she’d be so close to actually finding out! Liking her lips, with her self-restraint waning, she moved one hand lower, over the woman’s hip and to the backside below.

Perhaps out of impulse or some subconscious drive, she gave the woman’s tush a squeeze. Her fingers softly dug into the giving flesh, sending bolts of excitement up her spine and causing her marehood to angrily seize. The ass was heavenly, like a pillow from the gods themselves, and yet there she was, a mere drone, with it gracing her palm.

As awe inspiring as the moment was, it came to an all too abrupt end. It started with the sound of a faint giggle, drawing her attention away from the siren-like rear. As she turned her head, peering up the woman’s body, she froze. The beauteous shapeshifter was looking right at her.

“M...my apologies!” Sektiss bleated, withdrawing her hand as if it had been licked by a flame.

“No need to apologize - after all, I did as for a massage,” Thorax demurely noted. Pushing herself up and rolling onto her back, she put her chest and abdomen on full display. “Please, by all means, do continue.”

Nodding slowly, unable to look away from the woman’s chest, the drone’s pulse quickened. Though her Queen’s bust was slightly smaller than her own, there was no denying how gorgeously sculpted the pair of breasts were. Large and round, with amber colored nipples, each teat could surely produce enough milk to feed several foals, though that mattered little. So far as she knew, their ruler had yet to take a mate or sire an heir for their kingdom.

“Yours are bigger...” Thorax pouted, seemingly sensing her guest’s thoughts. Grabbing her chest, she pressed her tits together. “I can scarcely imagine how you walk around all day with those, since my back is sore after being on my feet for only a few hours.”

The remark brought a grin to Sektiss’ lips. “I guess I’ve just gotten used to them,” she chuckled, cupping one massive breast in each hand.

Lifting her monstrous bosoms, feeling their weight in her palms, a sudden movement caught her eye. Glancing down the Queen’s frame, she did a double take and went rigid. Surely - surely her eyes were deceiving her. Releasing her tits and rubbing face, hoping to dispel what had to be an illusion, she peeked out and discovered it wasn’t a mirage. As impossible as it may have seemed, Thorax had a dick.

The semi-rigid appendage lay draped over the sovereign’s abdomen, giving the occasional twitch and gradually swelling in size. Covered in emerald flesh, which shifted to a burnt orange near the tip, it was of an immaculate shape. Easily above average for a stallionhood, yet not obscenely so, it seemed to be the perfect size - or rather, Sektiss’ perfect size. Replete with a pair of dark, extraordinarily heavy looking balls, holding heaven knows how much seed, it was a breathtaking package.

Despite herself, her body reacted to the sight. Her reproductive system went into overdrive, sending hormones flooding into her system and leaving her marehood winking needily. Though she didn’t quite understand how or why her Queen was equipped like a stallion, she couldn’t be bothered with the lack of logic - for her, the additional hardware only made the woman more appealing.

“Judging from the look on your face, you weren’t expecting to see this,” Thorax sighed, grabbing her shaft and swaying it back and forth. “I would understand if you find it disgusting, but do me one favor. Please don’t speak of this with anyone. I do my best to keep it hidden and I would rather not become a source of gossip.”

Sektiss shook her head and pursed her lips, desperately trying to sort her thoughts and make sense of the situation. Why did the Matriarch have a cock? How had she been able to hide it for so long? Was the Queen a mare or a stallion? Those questions and more ran rampant through her mind, leaving her thoroughly confused and unsure of what to do.

Crawling on the bed and seating herself, she faced her ruler. “Before we go any further, I swear that I will never speak of this to anyone - bearing that in mind, could you please explain what is going on?”

Thorax pushed herself up and turned to face her guest, before slowly sitting and crossing her legs. “Truth be told, I don’t know all the details myself. After Chrysalis’ defeat and the great reformation, I simply woke up with the thing,” she muttered, gazing down at the log of flesh. “As far as I know, Chrysalis didn’t have one - then again, Chrysalis couldn’t survive from the mutual kindness of others. There are just so many things to consider; I don’t believe I’m an actual Queen, but all the affection and appreciation of the hive transformed me into something more - some sort of different type of drone.”

“Does…” Sektiss began, trying in vain to avoid looking at the sizable appendage, “does it work?”

“So far as I can tell, yes - I mean, it’s certainly functional, though I’ve yet to try and - Ahem,” the Queen coughed, sheepishly making the childish having sex gesture with her hands.

With her day getting more bizarre by the minute, the drone rubbed her chin. Penis or not, Thorax was the undisputed ruler of the hive and she doubted anyone would take offense to the royal endowment - especially if it was due to some mysterious and unforeseeable force. Knitting her brow, she cocked her head to the side.

“Why would you try to hide it though? If you had no say in the matter, I don’t think anyone would have an issue with you or it.”

“How could I not hide it? Have you ever seen a mare walking around with something like this?” Thorax lamented, burning her face in her hands. “I’m a freak and a sham. If everyone knew that I was hiding this from them, I’d be a laughing stock…”

Hearing the wholly unfounded and absurd admission, Sektiss straightened. “My Queen, how could you ever say that. Not only did you save everyone from that tyrant, but you’re a living Venus! As for your - Um…” she faltered, attempting to find the right phrase, “equipment, I may not speak for everyone, but I find it most appealing.”

The Matriarch affixed the drone with a piercing gaze. “You jest.”

“No no no, not at all! I mean, think about it - you have all the allure of a woman and you’ve got a stallionhood; you’re the best of both worlds!” Sektiss asserted, grabbing the Queen’s hand and pulling it forward. “And I can’t express how honored I am that you shared this with me. I may only be a drone, but I’d do anything for you.”

“And you’re not appalled by my predicament?” Thorax pressed, her eyebrows raising in surprise.

Furiously shaking her head from side to side, the drone crept closer. “Not at all! Any mare would be blessed to have you. You’re smart, gorgeous, and you have a heart of gold. You’re everything a changeling should be.”

It was true, from the bottom of her heart, she meant every single word. Having a cock, as nonsensical as it was, only ramped up her interest in Thorax to unimaginable levels - sure, a few members of the hive would probably be curious about it, but she highly doubted anyone would be offended or put off! Reaching out and taking the woman’s other hand, she pressed the assault.

“If news about your condition came out and anyone spoke against you, know that I would be at your side in a heartbeat,” she sternly attested.

In the blink of an eye, Thorax pulled her hands free and shot forward. Wrapping her arms around the girl, cradling her from side to side, she quietly sniffed to herself. Though it took Sektiss a moment to come to her senses, she quickly reciprocated. Hugging the woman and softly stroking her back, she closed her eyes. Compared to the other surprises of the day, an emotional embrace wasn’t all that jarring.

Rubbing her face on the girl’s neck, Thorax hummed to herself. “You don’t know how much this means to me. I knew there was something about you.”

Quirking a brow, Sektiss cocked her head. “How?”

Pulling away slightly, positively beaming at the drone, the woman’s eyes went alight. “What with your antlers, it’s easy to pick you out of a crowd. I’d catch you stealing glances at me whenever you were around, but you never once approached me after the reformation. It wasn’t difficult to tell that you had some interest in me, so I went out on a limb and - well - here we are.”

As comforting as the Queen’s words were, it was hard to ignore a rather large issue which had quite literally sprung up between them. In her elation of being accepted, the regal shapeshifter had gotten a bit excited. Thorax’s stallionhood stood at full mast, throbbing in tune with her heartbeat, though she didn’t seem fully aware of it; Sektiss, on the other hand, couldn’t take her eyes off the picturesque package.

The silence was deafening, eventually causing Thorax to realize what held the girl’s attention. Her eyes widened in shock, a deep crimson shot into her face, and her hands flew to her erect cock, as she finally noticed her rather turgid state. Pushing her cock down and between her legs, she swiftly snatched up a pillow to cover herself.

“I...I’m sorry. I swear, the thing has a mind of its own sometimes,” she stammered, bashfully attempting to hide her arousal.

Sliding back on the bed, hoping the extra space would ease the tension, Sektiss shook her head. “There’s no need to apologize. It’s not like you were trying to show off or anything,” she mused.

The pair sat quietly for a moment, caught in the awkward and slightly embarrassing display of excitement. Sektiss certainly wasn’t offended by the show - heck, if anything, she was honored that her Queen would get that worked up simply by being with her. She had no way of knowing if Thorax could tell, but the unexpected development had left her more than a little turned on herself - still, that did little to address the situation at hand.

Since the woman had confided in her, and complimented her figure, it only seemed fair to offer something in return. As the thrill began to subside, allowing her thoughts to clear, an idea struck. Even if she didn’t have much to offer, there was one thing that may just do the trick.

“Would you like to get some dinner tomorrow?” she asked, grinning bashfully. “I know it may not be much, but maybe we could enjoy a meal and continue this little chat - I mean, if you’re interested, of course…”

Having perilously little experience with dating, let alone courting royalty, it was all she could do to keep her fingers crossed and hope Thorax accepted her offer. As the Monarch had mentioned, she may not even be any sort of traditional Queen - rather some advanced or highly altered type of drone. Regardless of the finer details, the circumstances virtually demanded that they continue their conversation - that is, after they’d had a bit of time to cool off and reflect.

“By chance, could we meet at your place? As much fun as it would be to go out, I’d really rather not cause a stir,” Thorax murmured.

“My Queen, of course! I would be more than happy to cook a meal for you!” Sektiss bleated.

The woman’s smile broadened and she gave a slight nod, before looking to the door. “As much as I would like to see you out, I’m afraid my current state might draw unwanted attention.”

Though the drone’s interest was piqued, she thought better than to question her Queen. She still didn’t fully understand why Thorax was so concerned about the village discovering her carefully hidden secret, but she could ask about that later. Considering the additional bit of anatomy seemed to be a touchy subject, it was likely best not to pry.

“As you wish, my Queen. Would six o’clock work for you?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Six would be lovely,” Thorax hummed, keeping the cushion pressed against her groin. With Sektiss moving to the edge of the mattress and getting to her feet, she politely cleared her throat. “Before I forget, I have one small request.”

“Name it,” Sektiss responded, turning to face her host.

Rubbing the back of her neck with one hand, the flustered Matriarch timidly looked to the girl’s face. “Just call me Thorax. I know it may sound silly, but Queen this and Queen that can get a bit tiresome.”

Upon hearing the comment, the drone positively beamed. Be darned if she knew how many were on a first name basis with Thorax, barring the pony Princesses and a few other royals, but it couldn’t be more than a handful. Struggling to contain herself, she opted for a modest bow.

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon,” she began, pausing to savor the final word, “Thorax.”

“I look forward to whatever you make!” the Matriarch replied. “It’ll be so nice to sit and talk with someone without having to conceal myself around them,” she added, before her cheeks darkened once again. “I...I’ll try my best to make it behave.”

Sektiss snickered and dismissively batted a hand, finding the Queen’s modestly downright adorable. “Don’t worry about it - if it happens, it happens. See you then!”

With that, the shapely girl wheeled around and proceeded to the door, but not quite in her usual manner. Having gotten her ruler worked up, knowing that she had been the cause of so much excitement, she couldn’t help herself from just a little bit of teasing. Swaying her hips from side to side, fighting off the temptation to look back at Thorax’s, she saw herself out. As unanticipated and thrilling as her afternoon had become, she couldn’t spare the time to replay the conversation and massage - no, she had plenty of planning to do...

Chapter 3

Despite their best efforts, the pair found themselves at a bit of a stalemate. It was painfully obvious that both the changelings had become too stimulated to carry on any sort of casual evening - as such, after having some tea and floundering with a conversation, they decided to part ways for the night. Seeing as how things had taken a rather heated turn, leaving both the mares wound up, they decided to give things another go the following afternoon.

Wishing one another goodbye and agreeing to meet the following evening, Thorax departed. With any luck, after having some time to sufficiently cool off, they’d be able to socialize without getting too excited. After seeing her guest off, Sektiss tidied up, ruminated on their seemingly all too brief encounter, and curled up for the night.

Truth be told, she hadn’t been opposed to taking the plunge and allowing the Queen to bed her, but she hardly wanted to rush things. The last thing she wanted was to come off as some needy, sycophantic harlot, so she’d begrudgingly take things slow. Things had been doing smoothly so far - better than smoothly, in fact - yet she saw no sense in hurrying things along. If and when the time came for them to do the deed, she felt sure she’d know the time was right.

Sektiss spent the following morning like countless ones before; she showered, ran a few errands, and then helped in the hive’s community garden for several hours. Hers was a quaint and humble life, but she enjoyed it all the same. Once the sun had begun dipping towards the horizon, she returned home to freshen up and make ready for her second date. Considering both her prior meeting with the Queen had gotten rather steamy, they’d decided to meet somewhere public for their third rendezvous.

Seeing herself out of her comfy abode and into the warm, spring air, she proceeded towards the local ice cream shop. Being out in public for the evening should impede any lusty happenings between them and hopefully result in them both keeping level heads - that being said, she was keenly aware that they had carnal interests in one another. Reminding herself to behave and be on her best behavior, she approached the appointed venue.

“Sektiss!” a voice called, catching her ear.

Being one of the more popular hangouts in the village, the ice cream shop almost always had a small gathering at or around it. Many of the townsfolk would convene at the place for an afternoon treat, be it with their families or someone they were courting. On such a pleasant and seasonably warm day, the throng was particularly thick.

Scanning the two dozen or so shapeshifters lounging, chatting, or ordering from the stand, Sektiss spotted her companion. It wasn’t easy to miss the tall, antlered woman among the crowd; being markedly taller and bearing a trifecta of bony protrusions on her crown, she stood out like a sore thumb. Smiling to herself, she weaved through the swarm and towards her friend.

“I trust your day went well?” Thorax asked, moving forward to intercept the girl.

“It did,” Sektiss replied, smiling and nodding. “And yours?”

“Oh, the usual: responding to diplomats and civil inquiries, settling disputes among the public, signing treaties - you know, all the boring stuff,” the Queen snickered, playfully elbowing her companion. “Honestly, there are days when I miss being a normal drone.”

“That sounds,” the drone began, carefully selecting her words, “arduous.”

“Boring,” Thorax responded, rolling her head. “I think the word you were looking for is boring.”

As amusing as the response was, Sektiss couldn’t help but worry about what others may think. Having only been crowned as the ruler just over a year prior, it may not reflect well on the general public for their newly appointed Queen to be lamenting her position. Sure, the sovereign’s gripes were legitimate enough, although openly bemoaning her position wasn’t exactly professional. Looking to the stand, hoping to get some modicum of privacy, she raised her brow.

“Have you ordered yet?” she inquired, peering up at the tall woman.

Thorax grinned and nodded, turning towards the stand. “I got you a cone of strawberry cheesecake swirl and a sundae for us to share. After seeing how much you enjoyed the treat I brought last night, I couldn’t help myself.”

Though Sektiss smiled, she couldn’t help but wonder if the Queen had ulterior motives for the relatively large purchase. While being fed more than half a tub of ice cream had been a pleasant and arousing experience, it was what ultimately led them to getting rather intimate. Following along, knowing it would likely be in their best interest to escape the multitude of their colorful kin, she approached the serving window of the establishment.

“Here you go, Ladies! One large cone and one banana split!” the proprietor announced, handing over their order.

Taking the cone and handing it to her chubby girl at her side, Thorax accepted the heaping sundae and smiled. “Would you like to get a table?”

As tempting as the thought was, the notion of being surrounded by their hive-mates was less than ideal. Not only would they undoubtedly draw attention to themselves, especially if there was a reenactment of the night before, but simply being around so many fellow villagers made her slightly uncomfortable. Looking to the side, towards the nearby park, she knit her brow.

“Maybe we could have a little walk and find a bench for ourselves,” she mused, motioning towards the commons.

“A wonderful idea,” Thorax hummed. Balancing the heaping paper dish of ice cream in one hand, she reached over, grabbed the girl’s wrist, and slowly began navigating away from the mass of changelings.

Though Sektiss may not have shown it, a wave of relief washed over her. She was more than happy with going out in public with the Queen, although being around that many of her tribe was less than ideal. As she was led away, avoiding the inquisitive stares of the townsfolk, she took a few licks of her ice cream and kept her eyes on the ground. As far as she was concerned, she was happy being away from the limelight.

Thankfully, they didn’t have to go far to find a bit of peace and quiet. Moving down one of the many paths in the park, moving away from the public eye, the pair casually trotted along in silence. Sure enough, after a scant few minutes, they happened upon one of the many benches which dotted the tree ridden area.

Easing herself down, with her company quickly following suit beside her, Thorax rested the sundae on her lap. The vendor had been kind enough to jam two spoons into the heaped mass of ice cream, toppings, and banana, although it was hardly necessary. Grabbing one of the two utensils and deftly tossing it into a nearby trash bin, she scooped a helping of the dessert and moved it towards the drone’s muzzle.

Though she hadn’t even managed to polish off a third of her treat, Sektiss found herself facing a heaped spoonful from the Matriarch. Ordinarily, she would have politely declined the offer and focused on finishing her cone - as things were, with her regal friend making the offer, she acquiesced. Her lips parted, allowing the Queen to slip the portion into her muzzle and onto her awaiting tongue.

As Thorax withdrew the spoon, she savored the bite. While she couldn’t be completely sure, she felt as though the woman would like her even bigger than she already was. Between the dinner and amorous influx from the night before, she was feeling larger than usual - in fact, if her scale was accurate, she’d even put on a few pounds. She would have been mortified with the development, had it not been for the fact that the sovereign seemed to adore her curvaceous figure.

“You were saying…” she wondered, watching the Queen nonchalantly lick the spoon she’d just eaten off clean.

“Hmm?” Thorax hummed, heedless or uncaring that she’d just shared an indirect kiss of sorts.

Snapping back to attention, Sektiss gathered her thoughts. “So your day was boring?”

“Painfully,” the Queen groaned. “I never knew being a ruler involved so much tedious work! All the forms and meetings - I can barely make it back to my house before giving out some days!”

“I can’t imagine,” the drone whispered. “To be fair, it’s not like Chrysalis ever had to do any of that. Now that you’re in charge, actually caring about the hive, there’s sure to be a lot of work to do.”

It was true, under the former tyrant, the hive had always struggled. A great many of the drones were hungry or outright starving most of the time, everyone’s temper was awful, and the outlook had been worse than bleak. While Chrysalis did manage to keep the colony functional, the situation was always perilous. It was a miserable existence which had only changed because of Thorax’s bravery.

Under the new Queen’s rule, everyone prospered - even the non-changelings. Shortly after her ascension, Thorax had struck treaties with the Equestrian and Crystal empires. Though they were still in talks with the yaks, griffons, dragons, and hippogriffs, their relationship with the various races had improved dramatically. In every single way, all their lives and the world as a whole had benefited from the great reformation.

“I just hope I’m doing a decent job - I mean, it’s not like I ever expected to be running an entire hive before,” Thorax sighed. Dejectedly playing with the ice cream, swirling the toppings together, she hung her head.

“You have to be kidding me,” Sektiss huffed, quirking a brow.

Solemnly shaking her head from side to side, the Queen kept her eyes on the ground. “Even though everyone is happy, there’s so much to worry about. What if there’s some calamity we can’t deal with or worse - what if Chrysalis comes back?! I...I don’t know what we’d do.”

“Even if something terrible did happen, I’m sure we’d be fine. If the hive couldn’t handle the issue, we have allies now!” the drone beamed, reassuringly patting the woman’s thigh. “Think of it like this, if something bad had happened before you took over, we’d be much worse off.”

Thorax half-heartedly shrugged and glanced over to the girl, unmoved by the assertion. “Maybe, but Chrysalis always pulled us through somehow; she may have been terrible, but we always managed to get by - now, I’m not so sure. I just feel like there’s a crushing weight on me, like anything could go wrong at any given time, and it’s awful.”

Sektiss turned slightly and faced the Matriarch. Reaching out, she gently guided the woman’s face towards herself. Even on the remarkably slim chance that some cataclysm did befall their people, she felt sure that Thorax and their hive could handle the problem themselves - if they couldn’t, they had allies who they could call upon. While the Queen’s fears weren’t wholly unfounded, they were being overblown to the nth degree.

“Listen, you’re doing a great job and I’m sure you’ll continue doing a great job. Whatever happens, everyone will be behind you and, at worst, you could ask for help from our friends. As far as Chrysalis is concerned, even if she did get loose, I’m sure the Princesses would be all over that - after all, she would be as much of a problem for the ponies as anyone else,” Sektiss softly admonished. “You have to keep in mind, you’re not doing this by yourself; the whole hive is with you.”

“It’s just that all the other rulers seem to have their act together so much better than me. The Princesses all have plenty of experience and have saved their people multiple times, Rutherford has managed to see the yaks through decades of living in the frigid north, and Ember rules with an iron-clawed fist, despite only being in charge for a short time - compared to them, I’m just floundering my way through it,” Thorax moaned, looking away.

“But look at what you’ve already accomplished!” the drone attested. “We already have students at the School of Friendship, you’re friends with all the Princesses in Equestria, and I heard Ember has been giving you a few pointers on how to toughen up. For Pete’s sake, can you name a single living ruler who’s established a society from the bottom up?”

“No,” the Queen muttered, reluctantly glancing up to her friend’s face.

Smiling ever so slightly, Sektiss pressed the assault. “And have you met any leaders who have saved their people after overthrowing a despot?”

“No,” Thorax hummed, shaking her head.

“Then there ya go!” the girl bleated, playfully slapping the sovereign’s leg. “If all that isn’t convincing enough, nothing is! If anyone ever tries to tell you you’re not doing a darn fine job, I’ll have words with them myself!” she exclaimed. Deftly plucking the cherry from atop the softening sundae, she lifted the succulent little fruit and placed it on her tongue.

Though she couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, the subtle smile on the woman’s face told her that her words had made an impact, but she wasn’t done yet. If the Queen was anything like herself, a small diversion may well help ease her tension and take her mind off her troubles. Pushing herself up and stretching her arms, she accidentally dropped her ice cream.

“Shoot,” she grumbled.

Stepping over and bending at the waist, she leaned forward to retrieve the nearly emptied cone. She knew full well she was giving her friend an eyeful booty, but that was the point. While she hadn’t intended on introducing any raunch elements to their outing, the distraction should help lighten the mood. As she stood back up and tossed the ruined treat into the trash, she fought back a smirk.

The Matriarch sat wide eyed, practically gawking at the sight she’d just been privy to. Though the impressive package at her groin was still concealed behind whatever enchantment she used in public, it was painfully obvious that her ploy had worked. The woman’s nipples sat erect and she ground her thighs together, doubtlessly grappling with a growing and unseen issue between her thighs.

“You want to continue our walk or would you rather stay here?” Sektiss asked, extending a hand to the seated woman.

Peering down at the sundae, Thorax got to her feet. “Only if I can help you finish this. There’s no way I’ll be able to eat it all myself.”

Figuring she was going to end up polishing off most if not all of the ice cream that was left, the drone nodded. “Deal.”

Walking over to her friend, the Queen rested a hand on Sektiss’ shoulder. Her plan had worked; between her kind words and the glimpse of her rear, and quite possibly nethers, her friend’s smile had returned and she’d seemed a little more relaxed. Hoping to add just a bit of insurance, if only to be sure, she softly cleared her throat and drew the woman’s attention.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask, how has Spike been going?” she inquired, derailing the previous conversation with the new topic.

Moving deeper into the park, the two chatted about whatever came to mind. Their daily routines, hobbies, where they’ve traveled, and some of the gossip they’d heard about town - no topic was off the table. It wasn’t until a particular and, admittedly, foreseeable subject came up did Sektiss inadvertently touch a nerve.

“You can’t be serious,” Thorax gasped, all but halting in her tracks.

Sektiss slowly nodded, feeling her cheeks warm and blush, as she broke eye contact. “Yeah…”

Defiantly cocking her hip, the Queen turned to squarely face the girl. “So you’re telling me you’ve only dated twice?”

While the information was slightly embarrassing, it was true nonetheless. Throughout all her years, she’d only tried her hand at courtship on two occasions - once in high school and again shortly thereafter. Both occasions, involving stallions, had ended disastrously. After striking out those two times, she just sort of gave up.

It didn’t help that she was the hefty side and had self esteem issues, but being dumped twice really robbed her of any desire to date again. The great reformation didn’t help things much either; after they were liberated from beneath Chrysalis’ hoof, she put more focus on improving herself and contributing to the hive.

“I can hardly believe that. As sweet and drop-dead gorgeous as you are, I’m shocked to hear it’s been this long for you,” Thorax remarked, awestruck by the revelation.

Scrunching her snout, Sektiss leveled a finger at the woman. “Are you surprised I haven’t been on as many dates as you?”

Taken aback by the question, the Matriarch pursed her lips. Her surprised expression quickly gave way to melancholy, as she hung her head. “At least you’ve had one more than I have...”

The assertion was easily the craziest thing the girl had heard all night. “Get out!”

“Nope, just one,” Thorax murmured, raising a single digit. “It’s not like I was ever popular enough to get any attention in school. I was always the reserved nerd and just kept to myself.”

Sektiss was inclined to protest, but thought better of it. They would have been one - maybe two classes apart in school, and yet she couldn’t remember Thorax from before they’d been freed. Sure, the school they’d attended was pretty big, but she should have recalled seeing the woman before her ascension. Knitting her brow, she thoughtfully rubbed her chin - that was, until she heard a faint sniffle.

Glancing up to the Queen, her blood ran cold. The woman’s eyes were pinched closed, she softly hugged herself, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. Just like that, at the drop of a hat, the situation had taken a turn for the worse. Acting on instinct, she stepped over and embraced her friend.

Unsure of what to say, she let her actions speak for her. She’d had no way of knowing that Thorax was even less experienced than herself with romantic affairs, so she’d unwittingly stepped on a landmine by assuming the Matriarch had dated more than herself. With the woman being drop-dead gorgeous and a paragon of beauty, how could she have had the slightest inkling about the touchy subject?

“How am I supposed to be a good leader if - Sniff - I can’t even find a marefriend,” Thorax whimpered, returning the hug and burying her face in the girl’s shoulder.

As silly as the complaint may have sounded, Sektiss was well acquainted with the pain. The struggle of past relationship failures was a curse, inflicting self-doubt and often weighing heavily on one’s mood. If nothing else, knowing what rejection felt like, she could use her insight to comfort her friend.

“Ssssssssssh,” she breathed, lovingly stroking the woman’s back. “Look at it this way - at least you haven’t screwed up as many times as I have…”

“I...I’m sorry,” the Queen quietly wept, pulling back to wipe her face. “I just don’t want to go through the heartache again, but here I am blubbering like an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Sektiss whispered. Standing on her tiptoes and kissing the Matriarch’s snout, a faint smile graced her lips. “We’re both pretty new at this, so we’ll both be trying our best to make it work.”

Stepping back, the Queen’s composure gradually returned. “You know, maybe it isn’t a bad thing,” she noted. Lifting the ice cream, digging out another spoonful of the dessert free, she brought the utensil to the drone’s lips. “We can both consider this a fresh start.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Sektiss swallowed the bite and beamed up at her friend. “You know, I think I could ~ Grrrrrrrrrr,” her stomach cut her off, grumbling at the sizable influx of dairy.

Positively mortified, peering down at her belly, she scowled. Like it or not, her treacherous body had interrupted what would have been a sweet and tender moment. Sensing her blush deepen, preparing to excuse herself, she paused. As cool as a cucumber, Thorax reached out and began caressing her belly.

“I’m not sure if that means you want more or you want less,” the Matriarch snickered, lovingly rubbing the girl’s tummy.

Sektiss shivered, feeling the affection wash over her; it was a distinct sensation and, so far as she knew, something only changelings could comprehend. Not unlike consuming a meal, feasting on the kindness of another was absolutely decadent. Even after her kind had metamorphosed into their reformed state, nothing quite beat feasting on the fond emotions of another. Stifling a giggle, she looked into the woman’s eyes.

“You really would make a fantastic mother,” Thorax blithely remarked. Realizing what she’d said, she withdrew her hand and covered her mouth. “I...I mean, you know, if or when you ever wanted to become -”

“If I ever found the right mate,” Sektiss began, impulsively grabbing Thorax’s wrist, “I would happily become a mother.” Placing the woman’s hand back on her belly, vaguely aware of her brazen actions, she shifted in place.

Weakened by the emotional roller-coaster, the two found themselves in a vulnerable and somewhat capricious state. Differences in rank and aesthetic aside, they’d learned that they were more similar than either had initially thought. The news that Thorax was just as inexperienced and unlucky with dating, while unfortunate, gave them one more commonality.

“Now you have me curious, would you be a stay at home mom or still keep as busy as you are now?” the Queen asked.

“If I was given a choice, I’d be happy being a housewife,” Sektiss admitted, sheepishly averting her gaze. “I know, it’s sort of old-timey, but I think tending to a home and family would be really nice.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that! If a mare wants to be a homemaker and focus on raising her foals, that’s just as honorable as holding a job!” Thorax asserted. “Why, if I’m ever lucky enough to find a wife, I certainly wouldn’t mind coming home to her every afternoon and being served a meal. Watching her grow with our children, spooning with her in bed, showering with her…” she trailed off, unconsciously stroking the girl’s tummy.

Sektiss silently agreed, lacing fingers with the sovereign. The notion of finding true love and creating life was supremely alluring and something she’d often fantasized about. There was just something intoxicating about imagining herself growing heavy with foals - after all, her body was practically made for such an event.

Silently enjoying their thoughts, Thorax winced and backed away. An aura surrounded her antlers and perspiration quickly dotted her brow, as she struggled with some unseen sorcery. The drone extended an arm, concerned that something may be wrong, until she noticed where the magical energy was directed.

Though it was faint, the air around the Matriarch’s groin shimmered in the dim afternoon light. Either due to extended use or increased strain, the concealment spell around her package waned. Regardless of the exact cause, the added exertion seemed none too comfortable for the Queen.

Having some vague understanding of what was happening, Sektiss was stricken by an idea. While she could have offered to let their afternoon come to an end, offering to part ways, another, a far slier notion took hold. Steeling her resolve, taking a breath to calm herself, she squeezed the woman’s hand.

“We can head back to my place - you know, just to give you a breather,” she offered, hoping their night wouldn’t come to an end.

A wry smirk crept to Thorax’s muzzle, though she still seemed rather tense. “You do realize what I’m struggling with right now - right?”

“If it is what I think it is, you probably shouldn’t be out if that enchantment wears off,” Sektiss replied, keeping her voice low. “My place is closer than yours, so it would only take us a few minutes to get there.”

After a brief moment of thought, the Queen nodded. “In that case, lead the way. Just don’t be too surprised if you end seeing what’s giving me so much trouble.”

As her grin broadened, Sektiss led the woman away and towards her home. “Don’t worry, it wouldn’t be the first time…”

Chapter 4

Seeing herself inside her home, holding the door open and motioning for the Queen to follow, Sektiss checked for any onlookers. It wasn’t like she had a problem with having their ruler over to visit, although she’d prefer to avoid any possible controversy. The hour was late and if anyone saw her regal guest sneaking into her abode there may well be some gossip.

“Thanks,” Thorax huffed, as the drone closed the door behind her.

“It’s alright,” Sektiss responded. Turning and looking at the woman, she knit her brow.

The fact that Thorax was really struggling with the magical concealment of her package had become increasingly obvious. Not only was the tall changeling visibly tense, but she’d even broken into a cold sweat over the past few minutes. It probably hadn’t helped that she had led the sovereign her house, giving her date a view of her backside, but that couldn’t be helped.

“Um…” she began, fidgeting slightly. “You can, you know, relax now.”

With a deep sigh of relief, the Matriarch’s antlers went alight. The air about her crotch shimmered like a mirage, revealing the exceedingly erect stallionhood she’d been hiding. The drone stared in open awe, amazed that the woman had been that worked up after their relatively short and tame time together. Knowing full well that the Queen had been suffering through an exceptionally long dry spell, an insidious idea coalesced.

If her guest was uncomfortable, wouldn’t Sektiss be well within her rights to address the problem. They’d come close to doing the deed twice before, having gotten rather frisky on their prior two encounters, and it was obvious that they were both in dire need of some stress relief. They both wanted one another, there was no doubt about that, yet neither had made a definitive move - that was, until that moment.

Stepping forward, facing her Queen, Sektiss slowly sank to her haunches. Settling in a deep squat, with her ample bosoms resting on her thighs, she willed herself to look up to Thorax’s face. As excited as she was, she couldn’t bring herself to progress without her sovereign’s blessing.

What little confusion Thorax had faded, as the plump girl reached for her groin. Though she shifted a bit, possibly warring with the idea of receiving some much needed service, she held her ground. Slowly, almost cautiously, the drone extended her arm and caressed her length. She shivered and her tool twitched, as her host’s soft fingers played over her shaft.

The heat and warmth against her digits alone was enough to send thrilled jolt through Sektiss. She’d dreamt of touching such a divine instrument for ages, yet she’d never expected her fantasies to come to fruition. Cupping the woman’s weighty balls in one hand, she shifted her focus to the pair of hefty cum-tanks.

Given an up close look at Thorax’s equipment, she found it hard to settle on where to start first. Thorax’s stallionhood was large and exquisite, easily the biggest she’d ever touched, but the nuts were what really got her thoughts going. Extraordinarily massive, filled with untold pints of virile cream, the testicles were absolutely perfect for a Queen. Though she couldn’t say for certain, she felt as though her guest could impregnate a swathe of mares in a single night.

Delicately fondling the Matriarch’s nuts, she steadily kissed her way down the dark shaft of changeling meat. Some small part of her was intimidated by the prospect of wrangling with such a sizable tool, although her excitement overshadowed her doubts. The Queen was one of the kindest, gentlest women she’d ever met; even if things did get a bit intense, she trusted her guest would take things slow and allow her plenty of time to warm up.

“Mmmmm,” Thorax groaned, biting her lip.

The soft noise doused Sektiss’ passion with fuel, causing her heart to flutter and loins to moisten. There she was, a humble drone, holding the Queen’s magnificent dick in her hands. With velvety skin surrounding a steel-like core, the regal rod was simply perfect, although it evoked a question; if it felt that good, how would it taste? Licking her chops, despite the ice cream and fond emotions she’d feasted on just a short time before, she leaned in.

Angling the blunted tip of stallionhood towards her muzzle, what little composure she had broke. Giving the head a little introductory kiss, breathing in the heavenly aroma wafting from the woman’s package, she shuddered. As much as she wanted to give it a taste, there was one little thing she had to do first. Peering up and locking eyes with her guest, she slipped the impressive member past her pouting lips.

Practically wincing, the Queen went rigid and softly rested a hand on the drone’s head. The gesture, while small, spurred the girl onwards. Pressing her head forward, taking in the first few inches of the woman’s shaft, a contented hum escaped her. Just a bit salty, with a faint floral note, the flavor of her Matriarch’s stallionhood coated her taste buds.

Lightly pulling on her host’s antlers, Thorax’s hips bucked ever so slightly. “S...sorry,” she stammered, peering down at the girl.

The impulsive sign of lust drove Sektiss wild. What little self restraint she had withered, crumbling beneath the burgeoning weight of her own salacious desires. Inhaling deeply, filling her lungs, she leaned in and drove the Queen’s length to the back of her throat and down her gullet. As inexperienced as she was with oral, let alone the fact that she’d never done anything of the sort with something so big, the task was herculean, but her passion pushed her onward.

Releasing Thorax’s shaft, her hand crept down to her groin. It was a bit of a juggling act, fellating the woman and eagerly kneading her aching marehood, yet she was somehow able to manage. Deftly tweaking and rubbing her clit, while her tongue massaged the underside of the sovereign’s shaft, she peeked up at her guest. Perhaps out of sheer luck, she barely even gagged throughout the endeavor - a muted groan or sharp breath here or there, sure, although it wasn’t nearly as difficult as she’d imagined.

Pull back, breath, relax, drive forward - like some scandalous mantra, she mentally repeated the steps while servicing her date. As amateurish as it may have sounded, it helped her focus on the task at hand. Thorax’s pleasure took precedence over her own, that much was for certain, although she still thoroughly enjoyed herself throughout. Withdrawing almost fully, digging her tongue into the Queen’s cock, she found herself being gently tugged.

“S...so close,” Thorax murmured, gazing down longingly at her host.

Sektiss’ eyes went alight, knowing just what to do. Though she may have been a bit green with deep throating someone, she had other assets that could be put to use. Freeing both hands, abandoning the woman’s nuts and her snatch, she hefted her bosoms up and around the Matriarch’s stallionhood. Even endowed as the Queen was, her breasts were able to almost fully encompass the massive tool in wonderfully soft and warm flesh.

“Please,” she cooed, kissing the tip once again, “feel free.”

Thorax didn’t need to be prompted a second time. Gripping both the drone’s antlers, she began tit fucking her host like a horny colt on prom night. To her credit, she was still relatively cordial about the affair, but her pace escalated rather quickly. Hanging her head and suckling around the pistoning end of the woman’s length, Sektiss applied suction on the backstrokes.

Honestly, she couldn’t be happier with the arrangement. Her airway was clear and her confidence soared - finally, she’d found the perfect use for her titanic rack. As her sex angrily clenched upon itself, upset with the lack of attention, she gnawed her lip. Even if she only got to give a boob job, she’d be sure to furiously masturbate to the memory later.

On and on Thorax went, moving harder and faster with every passing minute, until her rhythm began breaking down. Humping away, with her length throbbing wildly, she grit her teeth. Knowing what was coming, pining for the load of rich foal batter, Sektiss did the unthinkable. Retracting her head for the briefest of moments, she uttered a single word.

“Cum…”

The Queen went right, her muscles tensed, and the head of her dick flared wildly in the drone’s muzzle, as she reached her limits. Though Sektiss had hoped to taste the woman’s cum, she had no earthly idea what she was in for. Like some primordial geyser, Thorax’s stallionhood erupted in the girl’s mouth. Wave after seething wave of virile goodness surged through the Matriarch’s length, quickly overwhelming the curvaceous girl.

Try as she might, Sektiss wasn’t able to handle the monumental influx of seed. Though she gulped down what felt like several cups of the gooey stuff, things quickly got out of hand. Cum seeped past her lips and out her nose, dribbling down her chin to paint her breasts below. It would have been a horribly embarrassing experience, had it not been as absurdly hot as it was.

Pulling away, she let the final shots of syrupy nut wash over her face, rack, and upper chest. She’s swallowed as much as she could and, honestly, she’d be needing a shower regardless. Breathing heavily, basking in the warmth of her date’s spunk, she beamed from ear to ear.

“Pent up much?” she snickered, tenderly stroking the remaining drops out of the Queens still remarkably turgid length.

“N...not like you didn’t enjoy it,” Thorax huffed, eyeing the girl’s belly.

Getting to her feet, Sektiss angled her head and got a better look at herself. Despite having only guzzled down a cup or two of the creamy substance, her body had noticeably grown. Every part of her had plumped up considerably, from her plush thighs to her heaving bosoms, leaving her at a loss. She knew she’d had fun, but she’d had no way of knowing the amorous influx would affect her so heavily.

Offering a hand and helping the glazed drone to her feet, the Queen looked around for a moment before scampering into the kitchen. Retrieving a dish towel, she walked back to her host and started sweetly mopping the mess from the girl’s face. “Sorry, you don’t know how badly I needed that.”

Sektiss’ hand drifted to the Matriarch’s stallionhood and gave it a squeeze. “Judging from how hard you are, it looks like you could use a bit more relief,” she blurted. Realizing what she’d just said, she covered her mouth. “S...sorry.”

Thorax shrugged and smiled, unaffected by the comment. “I mean, you’re not wrong,” she whispered, as her hand wandered to the drone’s slavering marehood.

A silence fell over the room, as the two casually rubbed and caressed one another. If her boner was any indication, despite having cum once already, she was far from satisfied. Sektiss, on the other hand, felt like she was riding a hair trigger; after serving the royal to completion, she knew she wouldn’t last long with anything other than the light petting. Softly laughing, playing off the awkwardness of it all, their eyes met.

“You wanna…?” the drone let the question hang, praying her guest would take the hint.

Taking the girl’s hand, Thorax brazenly leaned forward and locked lips with her host. Caught off guard, it took Sektiss a moment to reciprocate. Damn near swooning, greedily clasping the large woman’s backside, she pressed her tongue into the sovereign’s mouth. Pressing their bodies together, suddenly finding themselves in a very passionate kiss, the pair pawed at one another.

Feeling her guest’s fingers slip into her juicy confines, Sektiss closed her eyes. The fingers alone were nearly enough to push her over the edge - nearly, but she had grander plans. Willing herself to push the Queen away, she stomped towards the bed and hauled Thorax along behind her. She’d be damned if she was going to climax from second base, after everything she’d been through, and she was going to make good and sure her date knew it.

Glancing to the bed, Thorax piqued a brow. “How should we -”

“On your back,” Sektiss instructed.

She was rarely one to take the lead with anything, but she had reached her breaking point. Not only was her sexual arousal driving her onward, but her innate changeling biology was going wild. With her voracious hunger for love and affection as strong or stronger than her carnal wants, she released her guest’s hand and pointed to the mattress.

Nodding, Thorax did as she was asked and crawled to the center of the padded surface. The bed wasn’t quite as big as hers, leaving precious little room to maneuver, but she quickly discovered that wouldn’t be a problem. Laying there, after pulling two pillows under her head, she watched the drone strut around to her side and crawl onto the mattress.

Bringing her face to the Queen’s, Sektiss smirked. Though she was tempted to give the woman another kiss, she had something else entirely in mind. Since her guest had gotten her positively drenched, she saw no reason that they both couldn’t enjoy just a bit more foreplay. Shuffling around on all fours and facing the foot of the bed, she ponderously swung one leg over Thorax’s head.

“Just look at what you did,” she purred, invitingly swaying her ample hips from side to side. “This is all your fault.”

Though she couldn’t see the Matriarch’s reaction, she felt sure she was dripping onto the woman’s face. She couldn’t recall ever being so excited before, a fact which her body betrayed in an excruciatingly obvious way. Her nipples were so hard that they could cut glass, her marehood drooled, and her heart was thundering in her chest. Unable to wait for a reply, she lowered herself and smothered the woman with her loins.

While there was no real need to have a sixty nine with Thorax, it simply felt right. Besides giving the Queen a chance sample her nectar, but it would allow her to have another taste of the majestic stallionhood she had every intention of fucking shortly. A jolt of pleasure coursed through her, as the Matriarch began feasting on her marehood. Not to be outdone, she slipped the dickmare’s cockhead into her muzzle and put her lips to work.

Moaning into the drone’s snatch, Thorax took to the role like a fish to water. There was something to be said about women having unquestionable skills for eating pussy, since they knew just how it felt. Closing her eyes and dutifully bobbing her head, Sektiss savored the tongue dancing over and slipping into her depths.

Pressed to one another, the pair licked, suckled, and worshiped one another’s nethers. When one would up the intensity, the other would reciprocate, leading to an amorous competition of sorts. There was nothing malicious about their actions - far from it, in fact; they simply fanned the flames of each other’s lust until they could bear it no longer.

Sensing herself growing close, Sektiss pulled away. “Thorax,” she muttered, freeing the Queen’s muzzle and crawling in a circle. Pressing her bosom to the Matriarch’s smaller chest, she straddled the woman and got into position. At long last, the time had come for them to truly consummate their feelings.

“Sektiss…” Thorax whispered, lovingly stroking the drone’s face.

Guided by feel alone, Sektiss brought the fat tip of Thorax’s dick to her entrance. She could wait no longer, compelled to finally have the divine woman’s length inside her. Rocking back, applying her body weight, she penetrated herself. Though the intrusion was a bit much, causing her to wince slightly, she managed the task without too much effort.

Perfectly courteous, willing herself to remain still, the Queen let her mate acclimate to the intense sensation. She could have started bucking, caving to her body’s wants, yet she didn’t budge a muscle. It was only when the girl had hilted her, coming to rest on her waist, did she affectionately caress the drone’s hips.

Some part of Sektiss told her to remain still, to relax and adjust, but another, far stronger part of her demanded she move. With one knee on either side of the Woman’s waist, she lifted her hips and slowly started bouncing on her guest. What little discomfort there was bled away in an instant, as the twofold combination of love and lust rocked her to the core. Kissing the Queen’s neck and collar, she gently screwed herself.

Though Thorax had shown immense restraint to begin with, her resolve gradually withered. The occasional buck of her hips became increasingly common, until she was steadily thrusting into the girl. Their languid pace was a bit of a double edged sword - it allowed them to synchronize their movements easily enough, but it only served to whet their sexual appetites. Before they knew it, their soft, unhurried humping had transformed into hot, passionate lovemaking.

As their motions grew increasingly heated, with the Queen taking more and more initiative, Sektiss shifted her position. Rearing back into a seated position, allowing her mate to clearly view her jostling breasts and stomach, she placed her hands on the back of her head. Since the tall woman was doing most of the work, she saw no harm in including a bit of theatrical appeal to the experience.

“So beautiful,” Thorax reverently mused, gently stroking and squeezing the girl’s rotund belly. Her eyes wandered up the drone’s torso, past the swaying bosoms and to her face. Though their bodies didn’t slow, they grinned at one another.

“And I’m - Nnnph - all yours,” Sektiss huffed, resting one palm over the woman’s hand.

The Queen’s gaze lowered, settling on the drone’s lower abdomen. “All of you…?”

While the question was left somewhat nebulous, Sektiss felt certain she knew what the Matriarch was referring to. Despite having been the Queen of their hive for some time, she’d yet to claim a mate or sire any offspring - heck, if what Thorax said was true, she’d only had sex once before! Knitting her brow, locking eyes with the woman, she took a breath to calm herself.

“For the love of my life,” she began, slowing a degree, “I would gladly bear their foals.”

Thorax’s pace nearly ground to a halt, as her eyes widened in surprise. “A...are you…” she stammered, swallowing hard.

The pair froze, staring longingly at one another, as a still silence fell over them. More than words, the emotions they felt charged the air. For any other creature, it would have appeared an awkward and tense scene; but for a changeling, it was the epitome of romance. Lies could be spoken or deceptions acted upon, yet it was impossible for a shapeshifter to mask how they truly felt for each other.

They wanted - no, needed this moment, to truly have and claim one another, and they let their impulses take control. Sektiss took the lead, with Thorax following a heartbeat later. Moving in unison, compelled by their desires, they launched back into their impassioned rutting. As their bodies collided, the sound of their heavy breaths cut through the air.

Though the Queen maintained most of the control, Sektiss was no slouch in the matter. Meeting every ounce of her paramour’s zeal, she rhythmically slammed her body downwards to meet the woman’s thrusts. Cupping her breasts and playing with her perky nipples, she groaned aloud. If there was a more sublime experience in existence, she couldn’t imagine it.

Needless to say, the wellspring of amorous energy they tapped into had a profound effect. Sektiss’ already substantial chub expanded, leaving her more curvaceous and plump than ever; Thorax, on the other hand, rutted harder and faster with every passing second. The domineering, stallion-like sections of the Queen’s brain flooded her with hormones and endorphins designed to do one thing and one thing only - breed…

Pushing herself up, the Matriarch wrapped her arms around the bouncing girl’s belly - well, as close as she could around the girl’s belly. The drone had grown to such a degree that she nearly looked pregnant as it was, leaving the Queen unable to fully reach around her pudgy paramour. As her fingers sank into the soft flesh of her mate, her lips latched on to one of Sektiss’ teats.

Crying out, Sektiss clutched the Queen’s antlers and pulled her in. It felt absolutely amazing, easily the most rapturous thing she’d ever experienced, yet she wanted more. She was so close, so very close to her limit that it was maddening - still, in her heart of hearts, she wished for nothing more than to climax alongside her lover. Through sheer force of will alone, she endured.

Time and again, the battering ram-like head of Thorax’s stallionhood hammered against the girl’s womb. As hard as it tried to slip into her deepest depths, the task became increasingly impossible by the second. The Queen’s plunges gradually grew labored - not due to lack of enthusiasm, but because she was reaching her limit. The tip of her length swelled considerably, increasing the resistance of her thrusts and effectively locking her in place.

“Sektiss, I…” the woman wheezed, wincing and peering into the drone’s eyes.

“Say it,” Sektis breathed.

Bringing one hand to the back of the girl’s head, angling her face upwards, she breached the final seal. “I love you!”

As their lips met, the inevitable happened. Pressed firmly to Sektiss’ cervix, Thorax’s cock pulsed and throbbed like mad. A heady mixture of potent seed and eggs rushed through her length, forcing their way into the girl’s womb. It was the ultimate gift that any Queen could bestow upon a subject, one which rocked the drone to her core.

Sektiss’ eyes rolled back, her heart skipped a beat, and she nearly howled into her lover’s mouth, as she suffered through the most cataclysmic climax of her life. She could feel each ovum and rope of spunk being deposited into her, causing her stuffed marehood to spasm and squirt uncontrollably. She was being claimed, impregnated by none other than the Matriarch of her hive, and it filled her with a joy like she had never known.

The sexual ecstasy and empathic rush of emotions were like a taste of nirvana itself, eclipsing her senses and encompassing her reality. Somehow, in spite of the fact that she was on the verge of blacking out, she hotly made out with her paramour. It almost felt like a dream, something too good to be real, yet she knew that wasn’t the case. While they kissed and climaxed in unison, her body swelled ever the more.

While she could have passed for pregnant before Thorax had filled her womb, there was no doubt of her impending maternity after the fact. Her stomach grew positively massive, easily appearing as though she were in the final weeks of carrying a very hefty clutch of eggs, and it showed no signs of stopping. Expanding outwards, her abdomen eventually forced the two apart and broke their kiss.

As unfortunate as the moment was, it was almost a necessity. Having crested the most potent wave of rapture, slowly coming down from the high of an insanely good lay, the pair heaved air into their chests and took stock of the situation. They’d been so caught up in their passion that neither had realized the full extent of their lovemaking.

“Sweet stars,” Thorax marvelled, rubbing the girl’s belly. “D...did I…?”

Sektiss nodded, peering down at her expansive state. “You have…”

The Queen stared blankly at her for a moment, before the realization sank in. “I - no, we’re going to…?” she trailed off.

“Your first brood,” the drone hummed, hugging her stomach.

Carefully easing the girl to the side, using her strength and her sorcerous might, Thorax laid down and faced her mate. Her jaw flapped and her face grew flushed, but not a single word escaped her. She almost appeared anxious or even frightened by the turn of events, which spurred the drone to act.

Sliding closer, Sektiss wrapped her arms around the Queen’s head and pulled her close. “I love you too…”

The admission seemed to placate Thorax, palpably causing the tension to ease from her tense frame. Sektiss remained silent, quietly holding and stroking her lover and sire of her unborn children. While she couldn’t be completely sure, something told her that she definitely would be a mother. Caught in their embrace, the two wondered what the future held for them.

In many ways, that moment was the end of their old lives and the beginning of something so much more. They’d found something magical with one another, something which few ever truly experience, and they’d started down a new path together. Though neither could say what the future held for them, they knew they would face and conquer any challenges together - hand in hand…

Chapter 5

Cheerfully humming to herself, Sektiss placed the nearly finished casserole into the oven. Ordinarily speaking, such a simple task wouldn’t wouldn’t have been any issue whatsoever - that being said, ordinary had become a relative term. In the months since she and Thorax had confessed their love for one another, both of their lives had changed rather dramatically.

On the oh-so fateful night they had shared a bed, the Queen’s seed had taken root within the modest little drone. Though it had taken them some time to definitively know that Sektiss was carrying a healthy clutch of eggs, the two had begun cohabitating shortly after making love - sure, they had lived apart for a week or two, but their desire to constantly be by one another’s side eventually proved too much to bear. Within less than a month, Thorax had cordially invited her mate to move in with her.

Besides the change of living conditions, nothing much had changed - well, almost nothing had changed. The Queen still attended her royal duties, seeing to the needs of her people and ensuring the colony remained healthy and happy, while Sektiss kept up her usual routine of chores, gardening, and community work. It wasn’t until the humble little drone had begun showing signs of her pregnancy did the dynamic take a more considerable shift.

Having never exactly had a svelte figure, Sektiss’ budding maternity had taken some time to fully show itself. Besides her belly and breasts growing considerably, with the latter becoming heavily laden with milk, she’d put on a considerable amount of weight - nothing too concerning, but enough to round out her figure quite markedly. Neither she nor her mate were bothered by the change, since she was still very much a healthy changeling, although the added weight and heft did make simple tasks more complicated.

Eventually, after several months, things reached a tipping point. She could still walk, take care of herself, and get around town easily enough, but any protracted time on her feet would leave her sore and irritable - that and maneuvering around with a big, pregnant belly and swollen, leaky teats wasn’t exactly easy. After much discussion with her lover, she decided to spend most of her time as a homemaker for the two of them and their impending brood.

Though Sektiss initially thought she would hate the clichéd role, she quickly came to love it. Without any other obligations, she was able to refine her cooking skills, plan for their children, and read, yet those weren’t what really sold her on the idea - that honor went to her lover. Amongst all her unsaid duties, tending to Thorax was by far the thing she looked forward to most each and every day.

Grunting, she straightened up and rested a hand on her expansive stomach. With what few chores she had finished, and dinner in the oven, she could while away the remaining hour or so until her paramour returned. As she sauntered into the living room, picking up a romance novel she’d been blazing through, her thoughts wandered. Even though there was still plenty of time until her clutch was born, she often found herself wondering about her unborn young.

Reaching the couch, she carefully eased herself down and got comfortable. One benefit of cohabitating with the Queen, while expecting a brood of young, was that their home would soon be getting a sizable upgrade. They’d already had a basement dug, which housed the kitchen and den, but even more additions were in the works. Thorax had promised that their to-be family would have as much space as they needed, though that wasn’t all - no, the Queen had become overtly smitten and protective over her as well.

Though it may have been her imagination, she could swear that the woman’s maternal side had kicked into overdrive. Thorax would dote over her, pamper her, and even indulge in the odd gastronomic cravings she’d found herself having as of late. It was a positively adorable development in their relationship and one which was an endless source of amusement for the drone - still, despite all the attention, the only thing Sektiss needed was the love of her mate.

The sound of the front door caught her ear and caused her to awkwardly turn her head. The Queen shouldn’t be home this early, unless she’d managed to clear her duties ahead of time. Clearing her throat, she went to roll off the couch, failed, then sank back into the cushions.

“Thorax?” she hollered, unable to escape the soft padding of the furniture. “I’m down here.”

Listening to the footsteps above her, hearing them move towards the stairs, she tracked the noise with her eyes. Though she considered herself modest and low maintenance, she had to admit, the cool, comfy confines of their cellar were one of her favorite haunts; even when she wasn’t busy in the kitchen, she’d often lounge downstairs to fritter away her vast amounts of free time.

Sure enough, after a fleeting moment, the elegant figure of her mate came into view. Unlike herself, Thorax hadn’t changed a bit. The tall, beautiful Queen paused at the bottom of the stairs, scanning the room until spotting the reclined drone. Positively beaming, she crossed to her hefty lover and sank to one knee.

“How is my little woman doing?” Thorax softly asked, leaning in and sweetly kissing the drone.

Returning the affection, Sektiss giggled. “Just fine, my love, but I’m not so sure about the little part.”

The Queen smiled, reaching out and tenderly caressing her lover’s belly. “And our little ones?”

“Like their mother, hungry and a bit of a burden,” the drone snickered. Laying her palm atop her mate’s hand, she savored the warm touch.

“Hardly a burden. Ruler or not, I don’t think I’ve ever had regular meals of your quality! The house hasn’t been cleaner, I’ve never looked forward to getting home everyday, and sharing my bed with you has given me the most restful night’s sleep I’ve ever had,” Thorax whispered, slowly looking into the girl’s eyes. “So don’t you say a thing about being a burden.”

Sektiss playfully shoved the woman’s shoulder, grinning all the wider. “Stop! You know I’m teasing you.”

Holding a hand to her bosom, as if stricken, Thorax gasped. “Such a brave girl, casually assaulting her Queen!”

It was all Sektiss could do to roll her eyes. Despite their difference in rank, they’d become increasingly comfortable with one another. It wasn’t anything special for them to endearingly taunt or tease one another, while in or out of their home, and the only arguments they got into were over petty subjects like if their dessert should have sprinkles or not. It was almost preternaturally idyllic, the sort of relationship that one was lucky to ever encounter, let alone experience, and they savored every second around each other.

“Nnnph -” she huffed, attempting to push herself to a seated position. “Help me up.”

“Rough day?” Thorax asked, extending a hand and hauling the girl up.

“That’s what I should be asking you!” Sektiss huffed, sliding into the corner seat. “I didn’t think you’d be home this early. Dinner isn’t even ready yet,” she groused, patting the empty cushions beside herself.

“I could go back, if I’m that much of a bother,” the Queen tittered. Before she had any time to react, a firm hand grasped her upper arm and pulled her onto her side.

Carefully maneuvering the woman’s head onto her lap, the girl sighed. “We both know that’s not going to happen, now that I have you here. Anyways, why are you home so early?”

“A couple of items on the agenda took less time than I thought, so I thought I’d give myself a short day,” Thorax explained, running her cheek against the drone’s plump thigh. Turning her head, taking care to mind her antlers, she peeked up at her lover. “And how was your day?”

Sektiss shrugged, while her fingers affectionately danced over the woman’s scalp and neck. “I went out to the shop, sat in the garden for a bit, and got dinner in the oven. Honestly, the second highest point of most days is when you get back home.”

“And the first?” the Queen inquired, quirking one eyebrow.

“Waking up next to you, of course,” the drone mused. She would have leaned forward to give her paramour a peck on the muzzle, had it not been for her particularly gravid state - still, the physical contact was exactly what she needed.

Thorax wriggled in place, pressing her ear to the drone’s distended stomach. “If you’d like, after the children are old enough, I’m sure I could use a secretary for the royal office - that is, if you’d like to see me constantly.”

“But then who will cook our meals and tend to the little ones?” Sektiss countered, practically pouting.

Over the past few weeks, she had given the subject a considerable amount of thought. Given the nature of the hive, she wouldn’t have to take an actual job. It wasn’t uncommon for mothers to fully commit themselves to their lovers and offspring, a popular option among many mares, so there would be no outside pressure on her to seek employment. It was one of the benefits of their kind, placing their brood on a pedestal above all else.

“You make an excellent point,” Thorax began, pushing herself up with one arm. As she leaned in and rubbed noses with her lover, she hummed contentedly to herself. “And that’s why you’re such a wonderful mate.”

Sektiss shied away, smuggling grinning over at the Queen, and folded her arms over her chest. “And it has nothing to do with my figure or your insistence on keeping me well fed?”

“Nope, not a bit,” the matriarch insisted, trying and failing to keep a straight face.

Since they’d begun living together, the Queen’s penchant for feeding the drone, traditionally and amorously, had increased exponentially. Rarely a meal went by when Thorax didn’t help her paramour with the meal. Admittedly, it was a bit odd at first, but Sektiss had quickly grown fond of the tender behavior.

“Well you’ll have to wait a bit longer than usual. The casserole won’t be ready for another hour,” she tutted.

Thorax rolled over, got to her feet, and stared down at the girl. “So you wouldn’t mind if I have a snack?”

Sektiss cocked her head, utterly confused by the question. “Why would I mind? It’s your house. We have some…” she trailed off, watching the Queen slowly lean towards her face.

Their muzzles met, their breath mingles, and their tongues pressed into one another’s mouths. While it wasn’t uncommon for them to kiss each other, this was different. Hot and passionate, marked by an extra note of intimacy, the affection was slightly higher than the usual peck on the cheek or lips. As the Queen drew away, she looked into her lover’s eyes.

Of all the things her paramour did, kissing was her ultimate weakness. It didn’t matter if they were around the privacy of their home or out in public - no matter where they were, a smooch always left her feeling weak in the knees. Hugging, holding hands, and even a surreptitious grope were all well and good, but making out with her mate couldn’t be beat.

“W...we have some snacks in the kitchen,” Sektiss falteringly noted.

“Hmmmmm,” Thorax hummed, tapping her chin. “I was thinking of something juicy.”

The request left the drone puzzled. “Well, if you want, you could always get into…” Sektiss fell silent, as the woman steadily lowered herself into a deep squat.

As the regal woman sank to the floor, she rested her hands on the girl’s knees and prized them apart. No sooner had the drone’s legs parted than she shuffled forward. If the actions hadn’t spoken for themselves, the hungry look in the Queen’s eyes left little room for doubt. Wasting no time, happy to accommodate her mistress, Sektiss scooched her rump forward and brought her loins to bear. While she hadn’t expected to be treated like an appetizer, she sure as heck wasn’t about to complain.

Her lover’s fingers ran up her inner thighs, sending a shiver up her spine. As much as she would have loved to watch the show, it was impossible. Between her massive breasts and mountainous tummy, the only thing she could see was the very tips of Thorax’s antlers. The lackluster view, while unfortunate, allowed her to focus on the sensations which would soon be accosting her. Closing her eyes and rolling her head back, shifting her rump to the very edge of the couch, she silently waited.

The hot, humid air of her lover’s breaths upon her nethers sent her heart fluttering - that was, until she felt her mate slowly kissing up her thigh. It was a delicious tease, one which never failed to get her worked up and nearly begging for it. Holding her breath, silently praying the Queen’s pace would hasten, she forced herself to remain quiet. After what felt like a small eternity passed, her marehood was finally graced.

Thorax was a great many things to the public - a capable leader, a kind soul, and a savior of their people - though few if any knew of her unparalleled carnal skill. Having been an ordinary female drone, back before she’d become a Queen and gained a stallionhood, she knew exactly how to pleasure a mare. She was, for all intents and purposes, the perfect lover and she held nothing back for her mate.

A throaty moan escaped Sektiss, as the Queen began lapping at her sex. The oral was easily the best she’d ever had, almost akin to an artistic mastery, and she honestly didn’t think her mate would ever run out of tricks. A playful nibble here, a gentle suckle there, the way her tongue glided through the meaty folds of her snatch, it was all simply exquisite. Subconsciously lifting her arms, she pawed at her heaving bosoms.

Even with her eyes closed, it didn’t take her long to find her nipples - not only because she knew her body well, but because they’d lately started to leak around her mate. Warm, creamy milk washed over her fingers, leaving trails down her breasts, as she gently pinched and tweaked the sensitive buds. Considering she was being treated to the foreplay, she felt no shame in playing with herself a bit.

The sound of Thorax moaning and humming into her was amazing, but the feeling of such a long and muscular tongue plunging into her were to die for. Sparks of pleasure danced through her lower half, causing her marehood to eagerly clench upon itself. Regardless of whether or not things progressed past the current point, she’d be sure to make it up to her lover later - after all, she would have to level the playing field.

On and on the Queen went, mercilessly servicing the drone. The tempo of her thrashing tongue and suckling lips increased ever so slightly, driving the girl to the limit. Had she wanted to, she could have easily pushed her mate over the edge and left her a squirting, quivering mass of bliss, though that wasn’t her plan. Just as soon as her gravid paramour’s legs began to tremble, she pulled away.

Sektiss waited for a fleeting moment before lifting her head and gazing down her body. “W...why’d you stop?” she huffed, both frustrated and concerned with the sudden lack of stimulation.

Heaving air into her chest, she noticed the Queen start to rise. The woman’s expression was hard to read, somewhere between haughty and amused, and it left her confused for a moment. It was only when the long, rigid length of stallionhood came into view that everything clicked into place. Smiling down at her, casually stroking her length, her mate nodded to the empty portion of the sofa.

“Lay back and get comfortable,” Thorax softly instructed.

Having no need to be told a second time, Sektiss leapt into action. Extra heft and cumbersome size be darned; she was more than worked up enough to heave herself into position for some spontaneous lovemaking. Turning to the side, resting her head on one arm of the couch, she laid lengthwise across the piece of furniture. As she settled into position, wiggling in anticipation, she lifted and spread her legs.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you already want another clutch in you,” the Queen teased, unhurriedly stepping over and easing herself onto the sofa.

Shuffling forward on her knees, Thorax moved between the girl’s splayed legs. Grasping the base of her tool with one hand, while resting the other on her lover’s knee, she slapped the drone’s succulent loins with the tip of her shaft. A playful grin split her muzzle, as she locked eyes with her mate.

Though unprompted and wholly out of the blue, Sektiss wasn’t opposed to some pre-dinner action. Truth be told, between the kissing and oral, she was more than a little worked up. She could have begged, giving voice to her sudden longings, though there was no real need for that. Gnawing her lower lip, looking up at her Queen with heavily lidded eyes, she sank her fingers into her pillowy bosom and waited.

Rocking her hips back, Thorax brought the bloated tip of her length to her mate’s entrance. Though they’d done it more times than they could count, she was never rushed or impetuous with the first steps of their lustful dance. Slowly, tenderly, she ground her length into her lover’s accommodating and slickened depths. Despite being warmed up, it was clear that she wanted them both to savor it.

A tremor of delight shot through Sektiss, as the divine stallionhood filled her depths. No matter how many times she had the godly length inside of her, it had never lost its magic. Thick, vascular, and perfectly shaped, the appendage was the key to her lustful lock - still, despite her bliss, she’d be remiss for not reciprocating. Clenching her canal, she locked her ankles around her lover’s waist and pulled.

“Someone’s needy,” Thorax mused, continuing her gradual plunge.

Wriggling in place, relishing the sensation of fullness, Sektiss shot her lover a wink. “Says the mare who was - Mmmph - stroking off while helping herself to an appetizer.”

As the tip of heavenly changeling meat bumped against her heavily occupied womb, she shivered. She couldn’t speak for other species, but her kind were more than capable of making love while pregnant - if anything, they sought out the passionate activity at an increased rate. The act of being with a lover, in the most intimate of ways, was nourishing for her and their unborn clutch - as such, it was one of the many joys of impending motherhood.

Enjoying the view of her gravid mate, Thorax began to move. As the drone clenched around her, she slowly withdrew a portion of her length, before bucking her hips once again. Like a locomotive lurching into action, her body steadily picked up speed. There was no stopping her, once she got started, though she was in no hurry.

Sektiss stifled a moan of bliss, as she was lovingly plowed. The Queen’s fat tip rhythmically nudged her deepest depths, the girthy medial ring ground against her g-spot, and the weighty nuts softly slapped against her plush rear; simply put, the experience was amazing. Though she was unable to do much, she seized upon the grand stallionhood pistoning into her - that and she put on a bit of a show.

Clutching one titanic breast in each hand, she milked her teats - not just as a lewd display, but because it felt fantastic. Since she’d begun lactating, her udder-like bosoms had become increasingly sensitive - as such, she delighted in playing with them. Aside from the mammary massage, she wriggled and gyrated in place while the rutting grew increasingly intense.

It wasn’t long before Thorax found her rhythm, pounding the drone with hard, steady force. Grasping the girl’s legs and lifting them, placing them on her shoulders, she leaned forward and brought her face between her paramour’s massive tits. Apparently enthused to get in on the creamy action, she twisted her head to the side, nudged her mate’s hand away, and wrapped her lips around the leaky, erect bud of flesh.

Sektiss’s hand flew to the Queen’s antler, pulling the suckling woman to her breast. “D...don’t stop…” she whimpered, creeping closer to her limit.

The request wasn’t necessary, given the woman’s increasing pace, but she couldn’t help herself from asking. Playing with her tits was all well and good, but actually having her lover nurse upon her elevated the experience to another level entirely. Her eyes drifted closed, as she fixated upon the astounding sensations accosting her.

On and on Thorax went, pushing her to her limit. Even without looking, she could tell the Queen’s growing ecstasy was matching her own. The urgency of her thrusts, the heavy breaths, and the flaring head left little room for doubt; the woman was about to cum alongside her. Clamping down, milking the sovereign for all her worth, she drew a shuddering breath.

“Breed me!” she brayed, pining to feel her lover’s sticky warmth.

Whether or not her depraved cry was heard was of little consequence; no sooner had her desperate plea cut through the air than her wish was granted. Hilting herself, Thorax grunted furiously. A veritable tsunami of seed surged through her wildly throbbing shaft, crashing against the girl’s womb and bathing her interior in thick, virile essence. The scalding influx did the drone in, sending her flying into the welcoming embrace of carnal rapture.

While the Queen huffed and genteelly groaned, the drone wasn’t quite as restrained. Howling out, nearly convulsing in bliss, she lewdly squirted around her mate’s buried length. Their bodies entwined, the pair rode out the supremely gratifying and joy of their shared love. As the intensity of their passion subsided, they affectionately stroked and fondled one another.

“D...do you think we have time for a shower?” Thorax croaked, wearily lifting her head.

Sektiss nodded, lifting her legs and allowing the woman to move. “If we hurry, yeah. I really don’t want to burn the casserole,” she sighed.

The Queen awkwardly pushed herself up and backed away, hauling the near entirety of her softening shaft from the girl’s confines. “Alright, try not to make a mess.”

“What do you - Eeep!” Sektiss squeaked, as her lover pulled free and magically levitated her into the air.

Held in the sorcerous version of a princess carry, she ground her thighs together and clenched her loosened marehood. Though it was nearly impossible to keep all of the gooey deposit within herself, the overwhelming majority of her lover’s load stayed trapped within her. Sure enough, as her paramour got to her feet, she found herself being hovered towards the bathroom.

Casting her head to the side, smiling sheepishly at her mate, she blushed. “Would you help wash my -”

“Of course I’ll help wash your back and - Ahem - bits. Why would you even ask,” Thorax giggled, her cheeks darkening. “I know they’ve gotten harder to reach, what with your…” she trailed off, lovingly stroking the girl’s belly.

Grinning from ear to ear, Sektiss was trundled off to the bathroom with her lover. “How did I get lucky enough to find you…”

Moving forward and lifting the drone a hair, Thorax kissed the girl’s cheek. “I ask myself the same question about you all the time,” she playfully countered, slipping her arms under her mate.

Smiling at one another, the pair started to titter then laugh. Their love was something special, something pure, and both their lives had improved because of it. Even if they hadn’t been on the cusp of starting a family together, they’d found something which neither could afford to lose. What the future held for them, neither could say, but they knew they’d be at each other’s side, no matter what destiny awaited them.

Chapter 2

Flitting about her home, checking every little detail for the umpteenth time, Sektiss was a nervous wreck. It had only been a day since she’d invited her Queen over for a meal and, despite her eagerness at the time, the crushing weight of knowing the savior of their people was going to see her house filled her with anxiety. It wasn’t like she had anything to hide, but she couldn’t show off her abode unless it was perfect.

Having gotten perilously little sleep the night before, as the existential dread of having Thorax over had begun settling upon her, she’d gotten up extra early to tidy up. She’d dusted every square inch of her home, vacuumed twice, scoured the bathroom, and that wasn’t even counting her other preparations. After having spent hours with the housework, she’d gone out to buy groceries for the event.

Though she was no slouch with culinary affairs, she often prepared relatively simple meals for herself - that being said, she fully planned on making a banquet fit for a Queen that evening. Butternut squash soup, a fresh salad, stir fried noodles, and a parfait for dessert. It may have been a bit more extravagant than her normal fair, but the cost and extra effort would definitely be worth it.

Honestly, between the cleaning and cooking, the smitten drone lost track of time. It wasn’t until she heard a soft series of raps at her door did she realize her guest had arrived. Glancing at the clock, seeing that Thorax was fashionably early for their little endeavor, she swallowed hard. Giving her abode one final look over, ensuring nothing was out of place, she took a deep breath and trotted to the entryway.

“One second,” Sektiss called, resting her hand on the doorknob. There were butterflies in her stomach, her heart was thundering in her chest, and she felt weak in the knees - still, she was well past the point of no return. Opening the door, she forced a broad smile.

The moment Thorax spotted her host, she beamed. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m just a little early.”

“N...no, not at all!” Sektiss stammered, trying and failing to keep her cool. Stepping back and pulling the door open, she bade her guest enter. “Please, come in!”

Watching the svelte mare enter, her stress levels skyrocketed. The logical part of her brain told her she had nothing to be concerned about, especially since she’d worked so hard to make her place as presentable as it could possibly be, yet that did little to quell her unease. Thorax was more than just their ruler, she was as beautiful and kind hearted as it gets - as such, she had to make a darn good impression.

“Here,” the Matriarch began, turning and presenting a chilled tub to the drone. “I may have asked around and heard that this was your favorite.”

Reaching out and taking the tub of strawberry swirl ice cream from the sovereign’s grasp, Sektiss nearly swooned. She’d had no way of knowing that her guest would bring an additional dessert, nor that she’d be given such special treatment, so the act of kindness left her speechless. Flapping her jaw, struggling to find her voice, she nodded her thanks.

Turning in place, surveying the home’s interior, Thorax smiled to herself. “Quite the comfortable little home you have. Is that sandalwood I smell?”

The question shook Sektiss from her stupor, finally allowing her to speak. “Yes, my Q…” she cut herself off, only just remembering the informal request from the day prior, “Thorax.”

“Would you mind if I look around?” the Queen inquired, smiling over at her host.

“Of course! Be my guest!” the drone bleated, simultaneously overjoyed and terrified by the prospect. “I...I’ll just get everything plated up.”

Sauntering into the kitchen, after snatching the pair of plates she’d sat on the table, she tried not to pay attention to the royal casually strutting around her home - still, despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help herself from stealing the occasional glimpse of her gorgeous guest. As she put the finishing touches on their meal, she watched the Queen nonchalantly peruse her things.

“This has got to be you!” Thorax asked, lifting a picture from her coffee table. “Even before you reformed, I could recognize those curves!”

“Oh!” Sektiss chirped, recognizing the photo. “Yes, that’s from my graduation! You can see I’ve always been a bit on the plump side.”

It was true - shortly after puberty, she’d begun filling out at an insanely fast pace. Not only had she been the first in her grade to develop a chest, but her bust quickly surpassed most of the teachers’! It wasn’t long after her upper half started to mature that her backside, hips, and thighs quickly followed suit. All told, she’d ended up being the most curvaceous student in her entire school.

“Sweet stars above, how in the world are you still single?” the sovereign laughed. “But really though, had we been in the same class, I would have been chatting you up in an instant. You know, back in the old days, mares with a little heft were favored over thinner ones.”

The comment, while flattering, piqued Sektiss’ interest. “So you’ve always been into mares?”

Thorax nodded and her smile wavered ever so slightly, as she peered over at the drone. “If I’m being totally honest, yes. I never really spoke about my preferences much, but I’ve never really cared for stallions. In a sense, my - Ahem -” she paused and pointed to her groin, “is a bit of a blessing. I’m pretty sure that most stallions wouldn’t be too interested in me after they found out about that.”

“You may be surprised,” Sektiss hummed, carrying their meals over to the table. “I’m sure a good many stallion’s wouldn’t be bothered by it - heck, I bet a few would even considered it a bonus!”

Blushing and giggling to herself, the Queen turned away. “You’re just saying that. For goodness sake, you saw how big it was! I wouldn’t be shocked if it sent most guys running for the hills!”

Thinking back to the day before, remembering just how endowed the Matriarch was, Sektiss’ mouth began to water. Both sizable and of an exceptionally pleasing shape, it was just as exquisite as the rest of Thorax. Though she hadn’t done anything but see it the one time, she’d already found herself wondering how it must feel.

Growing more flustered by the minute, she set the food on the table and waved her guest over. “Dinner is served.”

“I don’t know about you, but I am famished,” Thorax intoned, setting the photo down and trotting over to the table.

Just as she was preparing to seat herself, Sektiss paused. Apparently displeased with the prospect of sitting opposite of her, the Matriarch casually moved her chair to her side. She gulped, knowing that she’d be right next to the stately mare, but didn’t budge. If her Queen wanted to be next to her, who was she to oppose?

“You don’t mind, do you?” Thorax asked, easing herself down and pulling her plate over to herself.

“N...not at all! I’d be honored!” the drone stammered.

Reluctantly hopping into her chair, hoping her afternoon wouldn’t have any other surprises, Sektiss took a deep breath to steady herself. “I hope you like the meal.”

“If it tastes half as good as it looks, I’m sure it will be delicious,” Thorax mused, picking up her fork.

The dinner itself, outside of a few compliments, was relatively quiet. Though Sektiss had hoped the lack of conversation would calm her frazzled nerves, it did anything but. Simply being in her sovereign’s proximity was enough to keep her heart pounding - not to mention it certainly didn’t help that she was the center of attention. Between the bites of food, she kept catching the Queen watching her eat - nothing obvious or too distracting, but the regal shapeshifter seemed to have a keen interest in her.

“Eating like this, it’s no wonder you’re so shapely!” Thorax remarked, licking a bit of soup from her lips. Catching herself, throwing up her hands, she swiftly shook her head. “I mean that in a good way! Truth be told, I wish more mares properly fed themselves!”

“Thanks,” Sektiss whispered, smiling to herself.

She’d been self-conscious about her weight for years, so getting complimented on her size was a pleasing change of pace. Even though she wasn’t obscenely heavy, she’d always been on the larger side. In the end, after trying various routines to shed a few pounds, she’d ultimately just given up on the matter.

As their meal drew to a close, with both their plates nearly cleared, a contented sigh escaped her. She’d made it over one of the largest hurdles that evening - at least, she hoped she had. Her guest had enjoyed the dishes she’d prepared, which gave some modicum of relief, yet she wasn’t sure how they’d spend the rest of their time together - that was, until the Matriarch stood and strolled over to the refrigerator.

“Can’t forget about dessert!” Thorax chirped. Retrieving the ice cream, as well as two spoons from the counter, she returned to the table and seated herself.

In fact, Sektiss had forgotten about the dessert. As she went to push herself away and fetch a few bowls for them, her guest reassuringly patted her shoulder. How and what the Queen was intending quickly became apparent, as her company opened the container and dug a spoon into the frozen treat.

“Open wide,” Thorax purred, bringing the spoonful to her host’s muzzle.

Caught in the moment, unsure of what to do, Sektiss reacted on instinct. Opening her mouth, allowing her guest to feed her, she closed her lips around the utensil and lapped the ice cream from the head of the spoon. Being fed would have been peculiar enough, but things quickly took yet another unexpected turn. As she savored the sweet, fruity flavor on her tongue, something caressed her belly.

“There we go,” the Queen softly whispered, as her fingers danced over the girl’s stomach.

The physical contact did little to slow the drone’s beating heart - if anything, it made her more nervous than ever. It wasn’t like being touched bothered her or anything - far from it, in fact - she simply hadn’t expected it. Swallowing her mouthful, relishing the sensation of dainty fingers on her supple flesh, she grinned.

“Enjoying yourself?” she tittered, drawing her guest’s attention to her face.

“Immensely,” Thorax replied, as her hand wandered up the girl’s abdomen. Her palms came to rest just beneath her host’s generous bosom, giving the tender flesh a small squeeze, before she began to pull away.

As the fleeting touch came to an all too abrupt end, Sektiss’ impulses got the better of her. Reaching down and gently wrapping her fingers around the woman’s wrist, she placed the hand on the underside of her breast. “Y...you don’t have to stop…”

The Queen piqued a brow and her smile broadened, as she peered into the girl’s eyes. Slowly, cautiously, her hand drifted beneath a titanic mammary and tested its heft. Though she didn’t say a word, her expression was priceless. A mix between amazement and barely restrained joy played over her face, while her fingers sank into the soft tit flesh.

“They’re so soft,” she reverently breathed. Leaning over, abandoning the ice cream on the table, she helped herself to two handfuls of the drone’s bountiful bosoms. “Are you sure you’ve never been a mother?”

Sektiss’ cheeks darkened, and she stifled a laugh, as she shook her head. “I think I’d remember if I was.”

The exquisite feeling of being so brazenly fondled was compounded by the fact that the Thorax was the one doing it. Needless to say, the rather intimate attention had an immediate and profound effect. Her pulse raced and her loins grew heated, while she gnawed her bottom lip. It had been ages since anyone had gotten handsy with her and she was not about to put a stop to it.

Leaning back a tad, Thorax dug another scoop of ice cream from the tub and brought the spoon to the girl’s face. “Maybe just a bit more…”

Sektiss’ lips parted and her tongue rolled out invitingly, as she closed her eyes and awaited another bite. Besides the inherent strangeness of being fed by someone, there was almost an erotic undercurrent to the act. Though she’d never experienced anything like it, she found the entire affair rather charming. It was peculiar, sure, yet she was hardly going to object the ministrations from a Queen!

The second bite led to a third, then a fourth and a fifth, until she’d lost count of how many spoonfuls she’d swallowed down. The dessert itself was spectacular, easily some of the best ice cream she’d ever had, yet that took a back seat to Thorax’s treatment of her. Throughout the event, the sovereign continually rubbed and kneaded her hip, stomach, and occasionally her chest.

While there was certainly something sensual about the contact, Sektiss found it peculiar that her guest wasn’t paying more attention to her bosoms or nethers. She, like the Matriarch, was nude, so everything she had was on display. Almost like some slow form of teasing or foreplay, she found herself getting increasingly worked up as the minutes dragged by.

“I can’t thank you enough for the meal,” Thorax cheerfully remarked, setting the spoon into the nearly emptied container of ice cream. “We must do this again sometime.”

“Thank you for coming!” Sektiss asked, steadily getting to her feet. “Perhaps you’d like a cup of coffee or tea before you go?”

Though the meal was finished, she saw no reason for them to part ways too quickly. With no other plans for the evening, she’d be more than happy to spend the afternoon with her guest - heck, she’d even be willing to let the Queen stay the night - that was, if Thorax wanted to. Gathering up their plates and silverware, she walked over to the sink and turned the tap to run.

“As much as I appreciate the offer, I’ve never been much of a coffee or tea drinker,” Thorax noted from behind her.

As Sektiss began rinsing off the dishes, the sound of the chair sliding across the floor caught her ear. The noise, while simple, could only signal one thing - her guest was preparing to depart. As a pang of bittersweet melancholy struck, she sighed. All her hard work earlier in the day had paid off spectacularly, yet it felt as though their little rendezvous had finished before it really began.

Closing her eyes, knowing it would be poor form not to see her guest out, she turned and found herself facing an emerald pair of breasts. As she craned her head back and peered up at the sovereign, her brow knit in consternation. “Did you change your mind about the tea?”

“No, although I did have a different idea to help us relax and digest,” Thorax began, grinning down at the girl. “Since you were so kind as to give me a massage yesterday, perhaps I could return the favor…”

Sektiss’ heart fluttered wildly in her chest, her pupils shrank to pinpricks, and she lost the ability to speak. Of all the wild things Thorax had said or done over the last day, the offer was by far the most bizarre. She was only a simple drone! Who was she to get serviced by the highest ranked changeling in all the land? It was beyond absurd, the thing little colts and fillies would joke about, yet some part of her pined to accept the offer.

Cocking her head, with a silly little smirk on her muzzle, Thorax leaned in and tenderly laced fingers with the girl’s hand. “Is that a yes?”

Feeling as though her mouth was full of sand, Sektiss nodded vigorously. There were moments in life where no amount of planning or guile could help - this was one of those moments. All she could do was surrender herself, see where the circumstances led her, and pray things turned out well. Gazing into the tall woman’s eyes, she summoned the courage to say a single word.

“Yes…”

Without saying a word, the Matriarch turned and trotted away - with the girl in tow, of course. Navigating past the kitchen counter and table, across the spacious one-room home, she made a beeline for the bed. As she came to rest beside the mattress, she relinquished her host and pointed to the blanket covered surface.

Well past the point of no return, Sektiss obliged the unspoken command. Taking a step and resting one knee on the bed, she went to crawl forward and sprawl on her stomach - at least that had been her intention, before receiving a pat on the shoulder. Freezing, she looked back at her guest.

“On your back, please, if it’s not too much to ask,” Thorax murmured. “I’d hate for you to be uncomfortable resting on that heavy chest of yours - besides, we just ate and you may get an upset stomach if you rest on your belly.”

Sektiss raised a finger to protest, but caught herself and kept her mouth shut. Like it or not, the Queen had made a good point. Laying prone was far less comfortable than being supine - not only that, but she’d ended up rubbing down both sides of the ruler. It wasn’t like she’d intended to give her guest full access to all the goods, but she had little choice in the matter.

Moving onto the bed, on her knees, she shuffled to the center of the mattress. While she was excited to feel the Matriarch’s touch again, her mind raced with the implications of what was about to happen. She, a low-ranking drone, was about to get a massage from the Queen! As she rolled to her side and onto her back, leaving her colossal breasts parted slightly on her chest, she reached for a pillow.

No sooner had she gotten the cushion under her head and closed her eyes than a pair of hands were upon her. Sweetly, almost curiously, the digits stroked the contours of her torso and sides. While she was slightly curious to see her guest’s expression, she dare not look, lest the embarrassment of allowing herself to be touched in such an intimate matter make her blush harder than she already was.

She couldn’t say she’d ever had a true massage before, but the experience was beyond wondrous. What began as steady, soft motions gradually escalated into something altogether more intense. The Queen’s fingers would sink into her supple flesh, kneading and working the tension out of her and leaving loosened muscle in their wake. Had she been getting such treatment from anyone other than Thorax, she could have easily found herself drifting off - as it was, her excitement gradually mounted.

Though she kept her eyes closed throughout, she could feel her nipples becoming erect and her loins growing moist. There was certainly a sensual aspect to it, one which her inane changeling senses became increasingly aware of. Her guest wasn’t just working the tension out of her - no, she was practically glutting her with affection. Minutes passed and the fond ministrations continued before either made a single noise.

“I can see someone is enjoying this,” Thorax purred, lovingly squeezing the girl’s belly.

Sektiss had presumed the Queen had taken note of her arousal, yet something told her that wasn’t quite right. Besides being turned on, she felt slightly different - as if she were somehow larger. Gathering her strength and lifting her head, she peered down her frame and gasped. She didn’t just feel larger, she was larger.

Her stomach and bosoms, each rather sizable at any given time, had grown half-again in size. There was simply no way that their meal would have had such an impact on her, even after it had been fully digested, which only meant one thing - like a ravenous child, some part of her subconscious had been feasting upon the Matriarch’s passion throughout the entire massage. The realization brought with it a crippling guilt, as she struggled to push herself up.

“I...I’m so sorry,” she bleated, doing what she could to cover her plump body. “I...I never m...meant to-”

“Ssssssssssssssh,” Thorax hissed, sweetly pressing a finger to the drone’s lips. “If I had minded, I would have stopped. It’s quite alright, I assure you - if anything, I find you even more appealing now than ever.”

There was no mistaking it - like a shark smelling blood in the water, Sektiss detected the unmistakable scent of lust about the Queen. It was like an ambrosial miasma, sending tingles of excitement through her and causing her pulse to quicken. Propped on her elbows, wondering how best to address the escalating situation, she fidgeted slightly.

“You’re just so big,” Thorax began, leaning in and pressing her lips to the girl’s tummy. “And warm,” she continued, kissing her way up her host’s breasts. “And beautiful,” she groaned, pecking the drone’s neck.

As if Thorax’s words and actions weren’t obvious signs of just how turned on her guest was, the final nail in the coffin came when something supremely hot and thick grind against Sektiss’ hip. Practically spooning, with the Queen pressed to her side, the sensation of the engorged stallionhood was unmistakable and exacerbated the situation to an entirely different level. What had started as a warmhearted exercise of trust and relaxation had transformed into something overtly carnal.

“M..my…” Sektiss trailed off, unable to look away from the immaculate length of flesh.

Had she anticipated such a turn, she would have been more willing to accept the rather amorous change of pace - as things were, she felt torn. On one hand, a part of her yearned to reciprocate and cave to her wanton urges; on the other, she realized that both of them may have gotten more worked up than they’d intended. In the end, her better judgement won out and she delicately pushed the Queen away.

Rearing back, appearing almost wounded by the gesture, Thorax’s attention flew to the girl’s face. Following her host’s gaze, peering down at her groin, she flung herself to the side. “I...I didn’t mean to…” she sputtered, turning away and hiding her shame.

Giving herself a second to breath and gather her thoughts, Sektiss rested a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “It’s...It’s alright,” she sighed, dourly shaking her head, “I think we both got a little caught up in the moment.”

“Even still, this is hardly befitting of a Queen,” Thorax lamented. Curling into a ball, with her back to the drone, she snatched up a second pillow and covered her face.

“Queen or no Queen, you’re still a changeling. How could anyone blame you for having a taste for love - I mean, it’s not like we don’t live off the stuff,” Sektiss snickered. “If anything, this just makes you more relatable.”

Turning her head and shifting the cushion, the Matriarch peeked over with a single eye. “You mean it?”

The girl nodded and smiled. “I absolutely do, one-hundred percent,” she admitted, pushing herself into a seated position. While she was hardly one to make jokes at her own expense, the situation presented an opportunity for one which would lighten the mood and hopefully ease her guest’s anxiety. “Heck, you weren’t the only one getting excited. I might just have to change the sheets after that massage.”

“You’re just saying that,” Thorax huffed, reaching out and softly shoving her hip.

“Not even a little bit,” Sektiss giggled. “Tell you what - I’m going to go and set a kettle of tea boiling. If you’d like to stay and have a cup with me, I’d be more than happy to chat and cool off with you.”

Thinking for a moment, Thorax offered a curt not. As her host swung her legs over the side of the bed and got to her feet, trotting towards the stove, her eyes flicked to the mattress where the girl had been laying. Spotting a slightly damp spot on the sheets, feeling her erection twitch, she glanced to the drone’s ample rear.

“Just don’t enjoy that view too much,” Sektiss teased, playfully slapping her tush and strutting away. With the evening salvaged, despite the spontaneous and heated shift in energy, she wondered exactly where their night would lead...