Author's Note

Correction: Holiday-sized update

PuzzleMaster98 wanted them to eventually have kids, so heres the start of that

[31] Update-sized Update

“Huzzah!” Chrysalis exclaimed, darting up to a sitting position on her bed, smiling wide as she looked forward.

“Greetings, Chrysalis.” Bound took a seat by the end of the bed, locking eyes with her. “I desire to know why I am here.”

“‘Tis the day we shalt partake in an annual tradition I hath not performed in nearly an entire millennium,” she told him, laying down and looking up, her bright eyes and wide smile beaming up at the wolf.

“And what tradition is this?” He asked.

“Well, my dear Bound,” she started with a giggle. “My body is prepped, and I am ready to receive sperm and begin the egg-making process.” She patted her belly, which he now noticed was slightly bumpy.

“See, for the past nineteen hundred and fifty-one years, give or take a few, I’ve yet to be bred by a creature containing genes with great enough positive contradistinction to mix into the next generation, thus keeping the Changeling genes unchanged,” She explained. “Well, mostly unchanged, since an occasional environmental adaptation tends to happen, such as King Jak-Jak’s Hive of cold weather optimized changelings up in the Frozen North. There’s also the rare birth defect, such as Thorax.”

“King Thorax is a nice gentleling. He was so patient when teaching me how the Changeling Ovipositor functions,” He commented. “Natheless, back to the topic at hoof. Er, paw, since I am speaking. Art thee suggesting I inseminate thy eggs, and create a generation of wolf changelings?”

“Such a quick one, thy art,” she giggled. “One of the plentiful reasons I selected thou.”

“Art thee so certain my genes will benefit the next generation?” He asked.

“‘Tis always a chance our larvae mightn’t reach the qualifications to be considered successful,” she started, rolling onto her back and looking up at him. “But with how greatly thy pros outweigh thy cons, mine genetics lab predicts a success rate of ninety percent with even the smallest possible clutch of ten.”

“Smallest possible clutch?” He echoed. “How many eggs canst thou have?”

“Eh, the most I’ve ever had ‘tis one hundred and three, but that ‘twas during the first year of Princess Twilight’s School of Friendship opening.” She wriggled a little, her wings buzzing for a moment. “It attracted many creatures from around Equestria, and introduced so much love into the economy.”

“Dost how much love thou receive dictate the number of eggs thy produce?” He asked, laying down so he was head level with her, laying his chin on the end of her bed and resting his cheek against hers.

“Correct. In the words of mine genetic eggheads, the amount of love required per egg aligns to a logarithmic graph.”

“So the more love thou receive, the less eggs thy wouldst produce,” he stated, eyes unfocused as his brain became a calculator.

“Dost thou know how much love constitutes a single egg?” He asked.

“Not just yet, but the lab believes thy grow closer by the day,” she answered.

“Hm.” He was silent for a moment. “Do you know how much love was circulating when you produced those one hundred three eggs?”

“Darling, thou mind hath breached the clouds,” she stated, noticing his lack of Old Linglish.

“Oh.” his ears laid back. “My bad.” He turned his head and gave her cheek a few apologetic licks.

“Do not apologize, for thou art cute when not paying attention,” she told him with a smirk as he looked forward again. “Natheless, to answer thy question, I do not strive to memorize the exact quantity of love within the Hive. Thy wouldst speak to the Love Arcarius. He shalt retain the figures thy seek.”

“Noted. I shalt seek him out in my own time,” he told her.

“Excellent. So,” she flipped around and sat up, making Bound rise to a sitting position to remain at eye level. “Art thou ready to breed?”

“Ready as thou art,” he answered.

“Truly?” She questioned, leaning forward and peeking over the end of the bed for a moment before looking back up with a wider grin. “Art thou always prepared to breed?”

“Nay, but the prospect of breeding thou hath gotten my little buddy excited.”

“Well, let us not keep him waiting.” She smirked, then fell back with a bounce, holding her legs open with her hooves. She noticed him staring between her legs, licking his lips.

“I hath attempted to appeal to thy species.” She explained nervously. “Is it to thy liking?”

“Of course, my Queen,” he told her, rearing up and barely fitting under the ceiling as he planted his paws on either side of her head. “A canine vulva is the natural hole to fit mine phallus, after all, and I hath been dreaming of discovering a large enough female to comfortably fit into.”

“So… I hath made thy dreams come true?” She asked, eyes locked onto his red rocket.

“One of many, my Queen,” he confirmed softly, lowering his rear and magically leveling his shaft, his leaking tip lightly pressing against her hole.

“T-Truly?” She stuttered, licking her lips.

“As true as my love for thou, Queen Chrysalis.” He told her.

“If thy statement rings true, then thou wouldst cease with the teasing and spear me upon thine cock like a Griffon spear fisher!” she exclaimed, grinding against his fat tip.

“‘Tis not a good idea to rush,” he responded. “‘Twill require great force.”

“Then pin me down and force thine monstrous dick into my tight cunt!” She told him. “The pain cannot faze me, so use mine body as if it were thy personal fucktoy!”

“If… If thou say so.” Bound moved his paw to gently lay on her chest. “If thy cannot handle it, do not be afraid to stop me.”

“The safeword is topazio, now RU–”

“Quiet,” He growled, making her squeak as he bared his teeth, suddenly looking very menacing as he glared into her wide eyes.

“The incessant whining and bitching you spit at me with that… that cock gobbler of a muzzle when I hesitate to fuck you for point zero two milliseconds because I may or may not cause your whore cunthole to experience the mildest of stings is extremely fucking grating on the ears!” He ranted, the other paw moving to her chest before he pressed down on her, lowering his face to be centimeters from hers.

“I am truly sick of it. So please, just shut your fucking piehole. I will insert my fat hog into your tiny canine fuckhole made for my cock, abuse it at the speed of a sprinting Cheetah with the force of a freight train so that your pussy stretches at least twice as wide and into a perfect mold of my penis, and fill your harlot womb with gallons of the hottest and thickest puppy batter my nuts have ever produced in eons, and you will fucking like it!”

They were silent for a while, Chrysalis’ mouth straight as a ruler and ears flat against her head, her quivering eyes the size of pinpricks as they stared into his furious red pupils. Eventually, the tiniest of smiles formed on her lips, finally having brought out the inner feral beast she was digging for.

“Do you understand, you good-for-nothing, slut whore bitch fuck of a queen?” He barked.

“Y-Yes, s-s-sir,” she stuttered in fear.

“Good.” Still emitting a low growl, he thrusted forward, but glanced off. He tried a few more times, to no avail. He shifted his hindlegs and pressed harder on her chest, his throbbing erection slowly applying pressure onto her vulva. She bit her lip, sliding her hooves from her thighs to spread her hole, which gave just enough clearance.

He grunted as a fourth of his seventeen inches were wetly forced into her, making the bed creak and her yell out in pain.

“Thou hole already feels so good,” he said in a much less aggressive tone, his tail wagging. “Oh, I cannot fathom how good it will feel once I put the rest into thou.”

“Don’t fathom, just do!” She exclaimed. “Do me like I am thy cum dumpster!”

“Enough, dear.”

“Bound, I swear, if thou don—GYAAH!” She screamed as he suddenly shoved almost his entire cock into her, his tip poking her womb’s entrance.

“There we go,” he said, then began slowly pulling out and thrusting in.

“C-Can thy just—nngh!” he had sped up greatly, her moist tunnel lubricating his shaft enough to easily slide in and out, reaching deeper and deeper until the entirety of it was coming in and out, leaving the knot for the end.

“Haah… Thou truly know how to design a most pleasurable hole,” he complimented, closing his eyes as he enjoyed her, the bed rocking and creaking each time he squelched into her.

“I have centuries of experience,” she told him with a smirk. “I would not have been Queen for nearly as long otherwise.”

“I hath eons, and yet thou surprise me.” He lowered closer to her slightly, hitting different pleasure points in her.

“Gah… Th-Thy do not need that knowledge to survive.” Her lips turned into a dumb grin.

“Fair point.” He stuck out the tip of his tongue, now lightly panting as he steadily accelerated to a fast pace, the creaks growing louder as he put more force behind his thrusts.

“Would… Wouldst our offspring retain a canine vagina?” Bound asked after a while.

“There is a chance, yes,” she answered. “But shalt any of out female offspring have a canine vagina, I will not allow thou to fuck them.” He emitted a short whine, opening his eyes.

“I cannot?” He asked. “Why?”

“Because I cannot have them addicted to thy drug-like cock,” she told him. “’Tis mine and mine only whilst you visit.”

“But—” Bound started.

“No buts, mister,” Chrysalis tutted. “Well, excepting mine, of course.”

“Thine butt is amazing…” Bound complimented.

“I’m glad thou think so,” she said with a smile. “‘Twas designed from the collective knowledge my top infiltrators garnered. Not much was gathered though, due to thine introverted and quiet nature. Regardless, Armed with the information we had, I reached out my top Biolingology experts and OuterHiveology experts, and with their biology expertise, my sexual expertise, Dinky’s assistance, and plenty of time, mine current form was… well, formed.”

“...Thou went to such lengths for me?” He asked, slowing noticeably and opening his eyes, confusion painted on his face.

“Correct. After all, I must present him with his ideal sexual partner if I am to ensure the largest possible clutch.”

“...Thou art barely changed,” he noticed after looking her up and down, tilting his head at her.

“Correct thou art. According to thy sexual desires, my natural form fit most, only needing a canine vagina to complete it.” Suddenly, periodical buzzes began emitting from her left wrist. Bound snapped to it as she brought it up to her face, looking at a row of black shapes for a moment that he couldn’t discern from his angle.

“‘Tis noon,” she read before tapping a bright red wristband, laying her forelegs at her sides as she looked at Bound. “We hath a meeting at one’o’clock. Methinks thou shalt make haste to fill mine virgin dog pussy within the half hour, so that we may quickly shower and head off.”

“We?” Bound questioned.

“Yes, we. There art many things to discuss with thy becoming King,” she told him quickly. “Now hurry! I do not wish to be late again.”

“As thou wish,” he said under his breath. He stopped, shifting his legs slightly and one again placing his paws on her chest and pinning her down. He pulled out until only his tip remained in her, took a deep breath, exhaled, and rapidly accelerated his hips until they were a blur, barely any space between the loud slaps of his cock slamming against her lips that blended with the loud creaks of the rocking bed.

Chrysalis bit her lip hard, her eyes rolling back in her now limp head, the sudden and dramatic waves of pleasure flowing through her like water through a recently opened spillway as her tail swung like a flag during a hurricane.

“Gyah…” Bound grunted, his eyes screwed shut as he jackhammered her. “B-B-B-B-Bound… S-S-Soo-Soon-oon… C-Cum-mMm…” He stuttered, opening his maw and panting hotly like a dog in the summer heat as he hunched over, the tip of his nose gently booping hers. A few short moments later, he pinned his ears back and emitted a long growly sigh as he gave a final powerful thrust, simultaneously forcing his knot into her and breaking into her womb. His balls hitched, his dick throbbed, and he grinded against her crotch, filling her womb with copious amounts of hot, thick, and sticky seed.

“I… love th-thou… so… fucking… much…” Chrysalis panted, her hindlegs shivering and twitching.

“I… I l-love your… thee… th-thine p-pussy,” he responded after a while, his eyes fluttering halfway open and gazing into her eyes.

“Th-Thou shalt… get a chance to e-enjoy it further, af-after the meeting,” she slowly told him, her eyes slowly opening a little to meet his.

“Pray tell, h-how… unf, how long is th-this… meeting?” He asked softly.

“How-However long thou make i-it,” she told him. “B-But please don’t rush through it. ‘T-Tis a historical moment that will affect the Hive forever more.”

“S-Such a mo… momen… big occasion, right a-after exhausting, hah, myself i-in my favorite Queen?” He asked, his panting slowly diminishing in intensity.

“‘Tis not my fault thou were tardy,” she tutted playfully.

“Apologies,” he told her. “I woke up l-late, and… and Dinky insists that I f-fuck her everytime I w-wish to leave… mhn, leave the house,” he explained.

“No worries,” she told him. She checked the time on her wristband. “twelve o'seven. Meeting room’s a fifteen minute walk, so we’ve got… thirty-eight minutes to shower and get ready.”

“Say…” Bound started after a moment. “Why must we shower?”

“Because we stink of sweat and sex.” She answered easily, crossing her forelegs.

“Is that not always the case when I am here?” He reminded her.

“This is important,” she told him. “I would like to present my best self.”

“If I am to be King, I desire to show who I truly am from my citizens, and washing the scent of sex from my fur is hiding my true self.” He explained.

“...After the meeting. You can be as stinky as thou desire after the meeting.”

He sighed. “Fine.” He licked her lips, smiling as she giggled.