Author's Note

KINK WARNING: F x F ♦ Cock Worship ♦ Impregnation ♦ Vaginal ♦ Teasing ♦ Frotting ♦ Cum Inflation ♦ Futa ♦ Egglaying ♦ Cowgirl ♦ Mating Presses ♦ And Lots of Early-Hearts-And-Hooves-Celebrating-Cumbaths

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Schemes & Wet-Dreams

It was deja-vu for Queen Chrysalis as she swept through Canterlot Castle’s familiar frescoed walls, her desire for domination once again about to be sated. Along with her... other desires.

Even now, with her current concealment behind the white coat of a Royal Guard, she remembered when it was once a pink coat. When she held the whole world in her hoof and was within inches of making Canterlot’s elite follow suit. When even the almighty conqueror of Nightmare Moon was driven from her sight, by her own bewitched brother.

Before everything turned on Chrysalis's head.

Back then, keeping track of others’ names was almost torture for Chrysalis. Her crusade was all about making sure Equestria knew her name. Feared her name. Craved her as she craved their love.

As it should be.

But soon, Chrysalis was forced to recognize some new names. Specifically, the names of those who sent her careening from her hopes and dreams, in a bubble of light and a flurry of curses.

Shining Armor.

Twilight Sparkle.

And all of the Princesses that flocked around them like... well, like she once did.

“And they named a filly that too?” mused the changeling queen as she turned another corner.

Chrysalis nearly found herself baring her teeth, their glint bouncing off the marble and glass surrounding her like a swarm of fireflies. The indignity - the gall! - of needing to skulk around the castle that she was so close to making the changeling’s nexus! But it would be all worth it if she could assert herself against Luna. To show Equestria that their diarchy could never resist her.

And certainly not because one of those diarch’s doppelgangers - one with a flaming mane and a far hotter body - requested it. Oh no. Absolutely not.

“Oh, Luna, you will soon be mine.” It almost felt normal for Chrysalis, to voice it to the empty hall. It almost disappeared into the murmur several halls behind her, most of those voices calling “Happy Hearts and Hooves!” over and over. The repetition, the monotony that this castle still trafficked in, almost made Chrysalis snarl.

Almost.

Her inner changeling wouldn’t have it; it’d be too revealing for a Royal Guard to do that. Stay stoic, she thought. Stay stony-eyed. Luna’s door is only three halls away. Failure is not an option.

Then she thought again of another thing she’d learned recently about the alicorns - something as obvious as the ovipositor hidden under her metal skirt. In the exact same spot, in fact. And it was the only development Chrysalis didn’t completely despite Celestia for letting… slip to her.

Once again, Chrysalis's blush could have re-cooked the lunch trayhooked to her harness.

Fighting the brain-fuzz away, Chrysalis recomposed herself. Despite the thrashing, these… maddeningly attractive mares had given her over the years (and possibly now, in a different way!), her ego still stood strong. Even now, Chrysalis whistled as she turned another corner, hoping that these traitorous thoughts of plot-reaming would vanish in the wind her lips were filling with sweet notes.

But back, back, back her mind went to more inconvenient frontiers - like when she was fighting Celestia, so long ago. Back when her guise had first been exposed, and yet it didn’t change a Faust-damned thing. Her wings, vibrating proudly behind her as she darted around the spacious room that she was inches from making hers. Her feet, chitin-covered yet ballerina-deft, sliding on the tile of the throne room as she nifty evaded the sluggish fists of Celestia.

And then her horn’s ignition sent Celestia sprawling onto her generous ass. Her succulent, doughy, how-could-it-jiggle-so-well-in-a-form-fitting-white-silk-dressed-up ass.

Chrysalis ground her fingerprints into her forehead as she massaged it. Of course, that only meant her currently-blue eyes were now locked on the diamond-tiled floor. And from it, a dozen Royal Guard faces shone back from their pitted surface.

It should have reminded her of those crystal caves. The one she’d left Cadance in, triumphantly cackling all the way out. The ones where Cadance had taken her in yesterday, moaning her name as she came in her plot. Bizarre as those twin moments were, it’d be a normal train of thought.

But the face staring back at Chrysalis was not her own. It was chiseled, unfazed, and far too pale. And so her mind spiraled back to that damned Celestia. In her past, in her present, she was omnipresent - even more than those blasted Elements, now.

Whether her mane was an aquamarine sea or a crimson inferno, she always had a look that said: ‘I’ve NEVER lost control. I never WILL. But you can feel like a TRUE mare for a second if you insist.’

Most maddeningly when Celestia was under her, like at that wedding.

She had no right. Not when Chrysalis had won, and the Elements were cowering, and Cadance was swaying like a drunk. Celestia did not have the right to stare up from above her balloon-like chest at the changeling queen straddling her, and... gasp like a school-filly.

And that blush, too?

Originally, Chrysalis had thought it a show of defiance; that her feeble struggles and red face were from an instinct to fight, even in the face of clearly superior odds. And Chrysalis had let her, even playfully batting away a feeble attempt by the alicorn to knee her in her gut. It didn’t hurt that it sent Celestia’s chest into a delectable jiggle, those palm-sized areolas dancing beneath bands of silk, like lily pads.

But now that Chrysalis labored over that dominant moment, several factors were stuck in her mind like pins. The fact that Celestia’s cherry-red pallor came after that batting away. The fact that the ivory leg that Chrysalis thought was pulsing for a chance to meet her groin was… positively throbbing. The fact that the sweat beading at its time, despite her not even giving it a glance….

...didn't feel like sweat.

Were it not for the twinkling utensils below her heaving chest, Chrysalis might have tripped - with calamitous results. Her mind peeled at the seams with the epiphany of just what it was that sent Celestia into a docile, panting mess beneath her, all those years ago.

Maybe it was a leg Chrysalis had batted down. Just... not the leg she was thinking of.

She’d seen hints of this when she was impersonating Cadance; even more so recently, to her loins’ ever-clenching delight. Even now, she could feel her cock stir under its cod, a pre-dripping altar of virility that still didn’t stand up to her original equipment. Her current cock was juuust under the foot-long scale, her ovipositor well beyond that.

But good fuck, did it feel thrilling and erotic to sport this in public. Once again, impunity chugged through Chrysalis's veins like syrup, at the thought that she could still overpower - and out-length - anypony who dared traipse before her and raise a complaint.

Still, perhaps she’d been going at this all wrong. Maybe the opportunity this ‘Daybreaker’ had given to her was a way to rectify a misconception she’d had about ponykind - that they were too reserved, too complacent. But if Celestia, the Princess Sunbutt, was getting hard off of fighting Chrysalis… off of losing to Chrysalis…

Another needy throb and Chrysalis took a tender look down to the plate that was meant to go to that very alicorn’s dear sister. Cuts of oranges, delicately sliced into the same shape of that crescent cutie mark on her own firm thigh. Waffles, with the blackberry syrup so dark she could see a thirteenth reflection of her Guards’ face in it. And a tall sifter of iced tea.

Chrysalis wrinkled her snout at the vase full of lilacs at the top of the tray - ones that were definitely from Celestia. Hmph. No admirer for little Luna? It would explain more about that wedding day - like the thundering lack of her. To think, Chrysalis once believed that was for Luna’s own good.

But if this kink among the alicorns was to be believed, Luna would be the biggest sufferer of all. So long trapped on that moon… so few things to spill her mighty seed over. And yet so much power brimming underneath, if her encounter with those meddlesome Elements proved anything.

So much virile stock.

So much to learn about the art of seduction that Chrysalis mastered.

No wonder Daybreaker had her on this mission on this, the day of Hearts and Hooves.

Celestia wanted to keep looking at her like she had no weakness, did she?

“Oh ho ho, I think I’ve found the break, my little Celestia…” purred Chrysalis, finally slipping one pale hand down to shamelessly give her raging fuckmeat a good tug. Oh, how she missed feeling veins on that pipe she was planning to burst a seal with.

Let all of Canterlot see just how literally cock-sure Chrysalis was of success today.

Let them hear her, even.

Then she heard the bathroom door creak - and sanity, fleeting as it was, smacked into Chrysalis. Slowly, she held her breath, until she realized it was just the air from the window inside making that door swing.

Regardless, Chrysalis was refocused; she couldn’t blow her cover now, despite how every cell of her very being screamed at her to. That the whole reason for her attempted takeover, besides hive expansion, was to show just how freeing indulged inhibitions were. Love was just the ripest fruit on that tree.

But Chrysalis needed to cum. While the thoughts of those endlessly fuckable alicorns still frolicked in her mind, she needed one moment where the mission wouldn’t get in the way of her indulgence.

To hell with this breakfast, she thought, staring indignantly at the admittedly colorful platter of food at ab-level. She’d make sure Luna left her quarters today with a full stomach - and cunt - anyway.

After all, they were the quickest way to a pony’s heart.

Just ask Shining Armor.

“Oh yes, Celestia! You should have told your queen how you’ve longed for a -fuck!- challenge…”

Even with her mind a nerve-blitzed blur - moving from the clear tile of Canterlot’s halls to the checkerboarded floors of their bathrooms - Chrysalis couldn’t believe what she was saying. Scant days ago, she had been trawling through forests, trying to animate trees to do the duties her hive reneged on. The thought of her ever entering Canterlot again - let alone as easily as she had - felt as distant as that moon her newest target commanded.

But now she was in this stall, with an alicorn princess just floors above her, wantonly wailing as her hand jackhammered around her gushing cock. And the thoughts of plowing that very princess pirouetting in her mind.

Were it not for the day previous preparing her well for this opportunity, Chrysalis might have fainted.

Might.

CA-CLINK!”

And the flower pot finally tipped over on the tray, only kept from shattering by the metal lip. Chrysalis couldn’t give a breezie’s flying fuck, though. She just rubbed her sinewy ass against the stall wall harder, let her tongue flag out of her drooling mouth further, jerked herself off faster.

And before her blue-to-green-flashing eyes, that illusion of Celestia taunted her further, silently opening her own mouth as she knelt before Chrysalis.

Before her wonderful, generous, uncontested sex-goddess of a queen.

FUCK, Chrysalis wanted to paint Celestia’s throat whiter than her fur.

“Tell me why you’re so hard for me now, my -ah! Yes!- my Princess!” Chrysalis's voice was always deep, but she’d barely remembered it being this needy. Not ever since she’d taunted Cadance with that aria about her conquest. Oh how her loins had merrily winked at the sight of that alicorn quivering before her.

Now? Being helpless to their lust was dream-Celestia’s job. Soon, it’d be the real one's, too.

Chrysalis's hand sped up at that torrid thought, with her thumb tracking over every throbbing vein it could find on the way down, then smearing the head shiny with her pre as it came up.

And before all her sensual splendor, that regalia-dripping Celestia was begging her. It'd be wordless, only mumbles escaping the length spearing her rippling throat. Yet the thoughts of Because you were the only one, Chrysalis, and Because I want your children like you want mine rang in Chrysalis’s perked-up ears regardless. Oh fuck, Celestia would have so many reasons to plead for her seed.

Soon, Chrysalis’s hips pumped out into the musty air, pining to hit the back of a throat that made Chrysalis's own throat tighten in glee. Her other hand, keeping up the lunch tray to keep her stiff mare-breaker from punching a hole through it, finally left its cool surface to cradle her hot plum-sized testes. More veiny skin trembled and twitched under her deft fingers, and Chrysalis’s lusty growl could have qualified as an earthquake if she was a floor lower.

It should’ve been coming. In seconds, thick seed should be erupting from her swollen dick, creamy and as sparkly as opals. But even before the moment came (without her following suit,) and a whine erupted from Chrysalis's maw as reality again made its inconvenient debut.

It wasn’t going to be enough.

Princess Celestia - the one she’d imagined - seemed to fade in the face of her failure to launch.

Desperately, Chrysalis sifted through her murky memories for another alluring alicorn to help her crest that peak. But even the Cadance of days past seemed to taunt her with how their second face-off in the tunnels ended with her pounding into her ass mercilessly. Chrysalis's plothole clenched again for that contact, her spine arching as she let out another husky moan.

But the wail was in vain - for no climax followed.

Curse it all, Chrysalis wanted to burst in Celestia’s jaw! Fill her voluptuous stomach to bursting with her sap! Stretch out that spongy womb of hers with her eggs! And if she was a good little mare, maybe hop on her magicked dick and let that wailing princess pump a foal or four in her!

But as her hands twisted around the base of her cock and the swell of her nutsack, Chrysalis knew there would only be one alicorn that’d bring her to her knees today.

Princess Luna.

She’d felt Celestia’s and Cadance’s tools. She’d fucked herself to completion with the latter alicorn's cock, in a moment that left her bemused at Shining’s willingness to… experiment. But this was about what Chrysalis hadn’t had yet.

Or rather, who.

And for the changeling queen, with only a few floors separating her from Luna’s juicy snatch, the sky was the limit.

Again, Chrysalis started her slow climb to orgasm, rocking into her iron-tight hands as she thought of Luna. She'd be curling an eyebrow at the lithe Royal Guard at her doorstop, wondering where her lunch had gone. Maybe in a dress as elegant as her sister’s - black silk would be downright delicious on Luna. Chrysalis knew the feeling quite well.

In fact, she’d show Luna just how sinful black on black could be, after the requisite begging over her obvious lapse in observation. She’d be on her knees before this wannabe nightmare, her hands knuckled in each other like they currently were over her gushing fucking tool.

A spurt of pre struck like lightning, plastered up the side of the stall at that lewd thought. Its gleam turned Chrysalis’s smug smirk into a rictus grin.

Oh, by the swarm, what if Luna suddenly got a spurt of it too? Would her snout crinkle in disgust that a little squire would dare show suck lacking control over their own dick? Or slacken in surprise at the fact that a millennium was no impediment to her timeless glamour and appeal?

Well, Luna would be shocked, after her bedroom’s door shut and Chrysalis’s true form sprang up. Her black carapace would pour over once-pale muscle like the syrup on her waffles. Her clear-sheened bug wings would frame her hourglass figure perfectly, putting Luna’s wings to shame. Her dripping pearly seed turning into green goop that'd shine through the holes in her limbs like a kaleidoscope.

“Soooo, L-ah!-Luna! Are you sure you’ve seen all -ohyeeees!- that this land can offer? Have you felt it throb in your hand? Prick at your throat? Trickle into your waiting, swollen lips?” Chrysalis couldn't lick hers fast enough, her sweet baritone stirring her on. Her head was soon rolling on her shoulders, threatening to turn into that telling swivel she’d once seen Starlight reel at.

But even so, it would be just like the hand twirling over Chrysalis’s sopping shaft - and just as pleasing to the shapeshifter.

Chrysalis’s legs scrambled then looked up again, almost slipping in the mass of sparkling sap at her feet. And the sight of it pooling past her vision just made her wetter. Her rump-bangings into the raised plastic of the stalls turned into a drumbeat as she stroked her cock faster. Even the ricochets of her rough handlings of herself rebounded through her soul, making her ears stab up in glee.

“Luna!, you sexy bitch, you should be -hah!- honoore-oohfuck…” she hissed licentiously, stuffing a mouthful of waffles into her mouth to stifle her voice. Her armor was soon covered in sticky blue-black streaks, the sight sure to draw a suspicious eye from Canterlot’s elite. But they couldn't compare to the web of pre arcing from underneath her succulent fuckstick.

All too soon, Chrysalis had to swallow to keep the doughy mush from gumming her jaw. She was close, so damnably close. The thought of Luna’s midnight eyes boring into hers as she pressed into that alicorn's walls made the changeling's own eyes dilate in bliss. The fantasy that it would be her vice-like snatch that Chrysalis was thrashing her massive length into - their skin rippling, their breaths hitching -was overwhelming her.

Oh FUCK, what if Luna could magick up a cock of her own and plunge it into Chrysalis’s toothy maw?With her own smile split as high as her crescent moon? With Luna purring in her soul-stirring echo that Chrysalis would feel her little Nightmares come to life like-

“I’m, I’m gonna-yes, Luna, cumwithyourQueee~!”

With. Not for, not before. With.

And at that moment, Chrysalis's mind turned white, as she climaxed. Ropes and rivers of oatmeal-thick spunk from her bursting cock drenched the cream-colored walls. Soon, they covered the bubbled surface in froths of pearly seed.

Even as her climax ebbed, as the burn flared in her rigor-locked thighs, Chrysalis knew why it took that jet-black princess to jet her load.

In Princess Luna - her appetizing body, her rich breeding potential, her pliable mind - Chrysalis had a chance to find an equal.

Not a hive, not a broodstallion, an equal.

Something to rub in Celestia and Cadence’s faces when her throbbing ovi wouldn’t do. Someone that would take her counsel, her children, her egg-clutching cunt, and reward it - with flooding, unparalleled, overwhelming love.

As the bug-horse she actually was.

As the titan of sex and supernaturality, she’d never stopped being.

As her sperm-strings finally faded down to dribbling fountains on the flooded floor, Chrysalis drew a wet finger to her maw. Curling her lips and swirling her tongue around the digit, she could only think of just how wonderful the next several hours would be.

Today, she would claim all of Luna, as only a changeling queen was worthy to do. Her body, her brain, her bottomless potential. And she would give Luna hers.

And they, not Daybreaker, would be the true victors by day's end. The reclusive regal, and the usurped queen.

True completion, on this Hearts and Hooves day. In a way nopony before and after would ever comprehend.

Damn it all, Chrysalis needed to cum again.