Might Makes Night

by Vis-a-Viscera

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro, Romance, Princess Luna, Porn, Queen Chrysalis, Sex, Profanity
Length: 11108

Chrysalis wants to ravish Luna on Hearts & Hooves. But daylight won't stop Luna from making the sly shapeshifter see stars.

Chrysalis has a scheme on Hearts & Hooves Day with Celestia's exiled alter-ego, Daybreaker, to cover Day's flank and let her show off her own. Even better, it involves Chrysalis seducing another diarch of Equestria; the ever-irreverent Princess Luna. But just because love is in the air doesn't mean Luna can't sniff out incoming trouble - or make some of her own with the debauched doppelganger.

Pic credit goes to Underpable. Thanks to Steel Quill, ArDee, and SweetBanana for pre-reading/editing!

Published 2021-02-09 20:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-02-09 20:00:00 UTC

Schemes & Wet-Dreams

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.

Egglayers and Equines

TAP TAP TAP.

How many times had Chrysalis had to fight down her lewd thoughts? So long, that another leg of hers was about to tap on that ebony-adorned door in a second. She still wasn’t sure how she’d purged herself of the pungent aroma of lust and cocksweat.

Note for later, she dryly thought, morphing fires do NOT help just after climax.

Quite a flurry of firsts for Chrysalis today, it seemed.

Again, she rolled her eyes and tapped at the door. And again, no alicorn answered her knocking.

Idly, Chrysalis wondered if Luna had left while Chrysalis was… occupied. Probably drowsy too, considering her night duties. Maybe just in some skimpy navy blue bra and panties, something that let the tiniest bits of areola and cuntlips peek out. After all, what would a Royal Guard do seeing their large-titted, sex-dripping ebony empress plod through the halls?

Stop her?

Thankfully, the door swung open before another boner could tip over the changeling’s tray. Sweeping her eyes up to meet Luna, Chrysalis had to keep her altered jaw from breaking through the floor, in the face of her newest first.

As it turned out, Princess Luna was nothing like Queen Chrysalis had heard of, either.

Even with Celestia’s wonderfully generous curves as a precursor, Luna was far slimmer, and yet seemed to loom larger over the Queen. Chrysalis didn’t know what had first stunned her. Was it the way the purple robe around Luna clung perfectly to her slim chest? The parts where that fluffy cotton rode up on the else to show her well-sculpted muscles? Her free-flowing midnight-blue mane, painting out the swells of her breast with every shift of her weight?

No. It had to be the captivating contrast behind Luna's deep blue eyes. Just the right amount of studiousness as it traveled over Chrysalis’s body and breakfast, betraying her millennium-long wisdom. Just the right amount of soft bemusement attached, so it didn’t put her servant at odds. The opposite, in fact: Chrysalis almost felt like a spouse, only seconds away from behind swept up in her iron arms and pillowy chest.

“Well, this is… q-quite a generous offer, squire.” Even Luna's voice… sweet fuck, it was both deep and surrounding, like a bubbly bath. Though, was it hitching as she looked up to meet her eyes? “You are not one of my Night Guard. Did my sister send thee?”

Chrysalis could have slapped herself. Batponies! Luna’s personal guards were all batponies! And she came as a snow-white unicorn! “Of course?” she immediately spat out, hoping her voice didn’t slip.

“Well then.” Luna’s fingers settled into the tray, and as she lifted it up, Chrysalis saw the dimples between her breasts dip sensually. Oh, this is going to be fantastic!

“Tell Celestia she has my thanks again. Unless… you would join me for this meal? As a favor?”

“W-wait, again?” Chrysalis spluttered.

“Of course.”

For some reason, Luna’s voice had gone flatter - was it suspicion? Chrysalis held her breath, but otherwise accepted Luna’s beckoning into her room.

Except for the bed, all the furniture was hickory lined, and any cushions were simple black-laced throws. It was quite the draw to Chrysalis's widened eyes, and so were Luna’s next words.

“My sister had been talking with me all day about Hearts and Hooves.” Luna winked.” In addition, Shining and Cadance are visiting within the hour; clearly my sister wishes for me to enjoy a surprise guest too.”

Chrysalis's mind floated back to Daybreaker’s plans and swiftly batted them away. Right now, the pony before her was what was important - Luna’s eyes were certainly boring holes into her. “And so you shall, my Princess.”

Luna’s horn ignited, and soon, a sparkling blue table materialized before them. “Come. Sit,” she offered, taking a bite out of a plump slice of orange. The sight nearly froze Chrysalis to the spot, inches from her rump settling into her chair. Luna was so sexy and so subconscious in showing it, that it boggled her mind.

“Of course, Princess,” Chrysalis offered.

Luna smiled again. “Splendid! Then thou shalt speak of the sweet encounter you have had on this Hearts and Hooves.”

“Oh, 'tis nothing, my Princess,” Chrysalis started, changing topics to buy time for her to muse through her array of questions. It wouldn't be easy to get Luna in the mood to see a changeling queen suddenly appear before her. Thankfully, she held all the cards in terms of verbal combat. “Besides, I’m sure it must be quite lonely for you here - if a Guard is your companion this day.”

“Nay. I only let in those whom I know deeply.” Luna airily added, idly stabbing at the long piece of waffle on her plate with an aura-surrounded fork. “Thou art no different. In fact…” And she lived over the table, her eyes twinkling with something far more than the glee of well-cooked food wafting under her snout. “Thou certainly smells of busy nights oneself.”

Chrysalis raised an eyebrow, but did nothing further. Her time as Cadance had left her with no delusions about the Guard’s proclivities with sex. That a Princess of something besides Love traded it in it too, though… that was a game-changer. Even Celestia’s inhibitions only bled out through facial tells.

It was almost impossible to keep off a smirk as Chrysalis responded. “Pardon, Princess?”

“Ah. My apologies. Part of my attempts to lighten the mood often means my tongue gets ahead of me.” Luna swallowed then tried again. “I didn't mean to pry. But if it is somepony in this castle that strikes thy fancy, you can be sure it will not leave these bedchambers.”

Halfway to Chrysalis's lips, the pitcher of orange juice nearly spattered out over the tray. However, another swift Luna horn-bolt sent it zigzagging back into the re-standing sifter with not a drop lost.

“Well, there… is somepony I’ve taken quite a fancy too. But I think that her league and mine might be a bit… too distant.”

“Ah, thy words ring true.” Luna’s light chuckle kept Chrysalis’s grin from looking out of place. How cute that Luna thought she meant that she was the one atop that pedestal! “I shall not press thee on a name. Rather, I would know what you hope to accomplish with her today.”

“I... think you know my success on that front.” No point for Chrysalis to hide her carnal intents, then. At least Luna thought somepony else was the target. So what was with the far-too-Celestia-like grin on Luna’s face? Surely the oranges weren’t that exhilarating?

“Quite so. Yet your attempts until recent have proved fruitless. Even your… moment of passion now… will be fleeting unless you capitalize.” Chrysalis could have danced a jig at the desperation soaked just behind Luna’s baritone. “So what keeps you from doing so now?”

“That’s exactly it though, Princess. She spends so much time cooped up. Unassuming of the world that sprawls before her, save for visits here and there.” Chrysalis traced the lip of her glass with a finger purposefully looking away from the O-mouthed alicorn. It’s almost TOO easy.

“... but?”

“But I fear showing my true feelings… my true self… will only send her further into her shell.”

Luna snorted. “Surely you are not alone in wanting to be successful with this special mare?”

“I… may have had assistance from my friends. You know, in terms of… treating her proper.” Chrysalis almost had to cross her legs to keep the rising bulge of her thoroughly improper excitement from prodding into the table. “But they can only go so far in this. Surely you can tell me how you’d handle it.”

“Perhaps.” Luna tapped her chin thoroughly, and Chrysalis craned over her table, burning for that answer. That key into Luna’s heart was close, so close that the changeling could almost see its coppery shine. “But it is not my place to comment on love as an expert would.”

Chrysalis was lucky there was a glass under her dropped jaw, or it would have split the table in two. “But-”

Luna’s hand rose. “My wisdom in this area is buoyed by dreams, and while illuminating about the pony condition. I shall not insult your plight by pretending your fieldwork pales before it.” As the last slice of orange seemed to dance between Luna's fingers, Chrysalis had the distinct feel of being in one of Trixie’s shows. One where that fraudulent, indolent, trickster swapped peas between the cups under her hooves.

Somehow, Chrysalis couldn’t shake the feeling that she was the pea.

“Besides, your hopes may yet have come true.”

Now Chrysalis was really confused. “What?” she breathed.

“I mean that you may have a closer grasp of your goal than you think.” Luna’s purr was so silky it should have been draped over her bed’s posters. “You’re capable, charismatic. I daresay thou are quite eager to learn - as I find myself as of late.” Her smile dipped a little, but only for a second. “Thanks to Starlight.”

Again the thought of that flame-maned doppelganger wormed into Chrysalis’s mind. But this time it was about how Luna must’ve felt, seeing that being battle her sister. How concerned it must have gotten her.

“And thanks to her, though, I have been far more outgoing. As you clearly are.” Luna said. “In fact, I envy your quest. Working up the courage to let all this out must have been quite hard.”

Suddenly, the memory turned lewd at those words. How hot would that moment be for Luna? Knowing something that was from her sister’s mind, but not of her, could look so captivating!

How sweet the vengeance would be if Luna could have stalked back into her queenly domain of dreams that day? Yanked that haughty Daybreaker over her lap? Swat her disobedient ass until it was red as the lust pooling in Chrysalis's face.

Chrysalis almost tumbled out of her seat. “Absolutely, my Princess.” Her reservations for just which of them would be on the top at the end of this talk was fading by the second. She needed to feel Luna, someone this sensual and statuesque, against her, in her. It almost hurt, the scraps of love she was absorbing at this moment, all for an imaginary mare.

“But for that to happen - as it did for me - you will have to show yourself to her.”

How Chrysalis desperately wanted to. But she had a talk to continue. And she knew how Luna’s statement contradicted. “I thought you said you weren't giving me advice on the mare.”

“I do not recall going back on my word, Chrysalis.”

“But yet you say that I-”

Chrysalis’s fork clattered into the ground. Luna’s expression didn’t change from her finger-tented perch on the table. And yet, somehow, that scared Chrysalis more.

HOW DID SHE KNOW?!

Frantically, futilely, Chrysalis wracked her brain for any giveaways she’d let out, but the tell-tale blue glow of Luna’s horn brought her back to the present. “You’d be through the wall if this was a deal-breaker, Chrysalis.” Luna’s voice had no right to be that level with the unearthing she’d so casually done. But for some reason, it made Chrysalis shiver more, and her stallionhood throbbed just a little bit further under the cod.

“I-I’m not sure what you-”

“As I said before, Queen,” Chrysalis’s eyebrows cocked at the use of what was not a likely dead title. “I only let in those whom I know deeply.” Her eyes narrowed. “And all Canterlot knows of your trickery. However, that you have come to me leaves me as curious as it clearly left you.” She aimed her horn at the table, to Chrysalis's horror. “And I intend to find out why.”

Before Chrysalis could protest, the hickory gave way to blue shards of mana -and the raging stiff that she kept under her hood twitched before Luna’s widened eyes. Time seemed to grind to a halt as both Queen and Princess gaped at the revelation. Every tick of the grandfather clock behind Luna was like a stab into the exposed Changeling’s heart.

Among other blood-filled, life-sustaining organs.

Chrysalis dove back to her fallback mood; sly seduction. Fine; Luna knew. Now it was time to pry into why Luna would still deny.

“Quick thinking and calm,” Chrysalis offered as the wave of green flames sprang up, letting her head, shoulders, and generous chest peek through what was once white armor. “Perhaps I haven’t wasted my time here.”

Luna’s thick swallow didn’t escape Chrysalis's notice. Nor did where her eyes show too, and just how Chrysalis happy squished her boobs together to draw in those eyes further. But her voice still stayed even, warm yet with a slight edge. A tempered sword, rather than its cushiony pommel. “And what did thou hope to accomplish with me?”

“Well, I was not lying about the need to be with somepony on this oh so lonely day,” Chrysalis calmly stood, motioning to her length as it freely swung from the still-altered lower half of her. “I wish to know of the real Luna - or rather, the Luna that you should have been.”

“That nightmarish part of my life is over,” Luna scoffed. “That you are in my room, and not smoking at my feet, is proof.” Suddenly her face softened, for reasons, Chrysalis dared not question, as she offered the tray of oranges to Chrysalis. One lonely slice wobbled in its cradle, just as the shoulder of her dress did over her trim shoulder. “But you clearly desire somepony - and at least, the feel of danger alongside. So I offer you a chance to inform me of it.”

“You… truly do not know,” Chrysalis snarled, waiting for Luna to put the pieces together. “All this, and you do-”

“I do not wish to presume. So, illuminat-”

“-It is you, oh Princess!” Suddenly, Luna’s denseness was becoming less appealing to Chrysalis now. “And that is exactly what I wish to break you into. Forget laughing around waiting for the world to pass you by! For trawling through dreams waiting for them to give you something that you once took as Nightmare Moon!” Chrysalis’s tongue snaked over her lips, messily and methodically, and her hips jutted out in lust. “I offer you a chance to fuck the Queen of the Changelings. While my patience still holds, I suggest you take this learning opportunity.”

“Ah.” The word dropped from Luna’s lips like a flyder as she took the dish back. “So this is what your new alliances have wrought.” For some reason, Luna didn’t sound disappointed. “Well, allow me to properly formulate an answer.”

“Oh don’t fool yourself, Luna.” Chrysalis couldn't help but turn her back to her, letting the sinful dip in her dress and her glass-like wings continue to draw Luna like her leather-bound tits once did. “I know what it will be already.”

“Do you?” A flutter through the air almost drew Chrysalis’s curiosity, but she refused to watch it. Not until Luna properly prostrated for her. “That makes it easier, then.”

“As it should.” With a flick of her hips, the rest of Chrysalis’s transformation ended, and her legs slid together eagerly. With shiny leather hugging them on the outside, and her stone-stiff ovipositor on the inside, Chrysalis’s mind was soon a mix of sordid sensations. “Someone as magnificent as I am willing to show you all of her assets...” Another exasperated roll of her hips let any behind her see just how bubbly her ass was. “Would send a lesser pony into shock.”

Silence reigned from Luna’s end of the room this time, but Chrysalis did notice how heavily the lights dimmed. Intriguing, but not threatening.

Then finally, Luna’s voice returned. “Do not think that this means you are untouchable, Chrysalis.”

“But that’s exactly it, Princess.” Chrysalis’s voice was getting so squeaky she idly wondered if it’d burst a chord soon. “That time with my… new friends… is what makes me untouchable now.” Chrysalis's tail dipped and her lip was soon teased between her fangs. Her libido was at dangerous risk of overtaking her. Well, ‘dangerous’ for the sake of Luna’s un-plundered insides. “Oh Lunaaa, if you’d even known just how you sounded. You may not know the dubious tilt to your words, but for a Queen as worldly as I...”

It was then that Chrysalis finally turned back around, to allow this ditzy diarch to grace her vision again. What she saw, however, drove every drop of moisture from her mouth in seconds.

Luna - the Princess Luna - was sweeping back her free-flowing mane into a tight ponytail. But it was what that luminous river was illuminating that made Chrysalis speechless - foot upon foot of muscle-packed, jet-black, scrumptious skin. Only a baby-blue bra and low-cut panties kept Luna's nethers from sight. And the loss of that robe of hers had apparently been hasty enough that those panties were tugged down, almost enough to slip off her generous hips.

Luna shucking off her robe had also revealed a lot more intricate lace for Chrysalis’s eyes to feast on. The dancing lights around her cutie marks were sharply cut off by a pair of thigh-high stockings. They were just as decadently blue as her bikini, leaving nothing to the imagination, and tendons softly rippled as Luna’s weight shifted from one thigh to the other.

By the stars above, Luna looked… well, as predatory as Chrysalis had once thought she’d been. Luna’s tongue was even flitting past her lips too, likely because of the difficulty of reigning in her mane. But to Chrysalis, that show may as well have been for her - and her quivering legs showed it.

“Why is thine dress still on? Are we going to rut, or not?” she huffed impatiently.

Rapidly blinking as she shook herself free of the spell her fellow monarch placed on her, Chrysalis tsked as she tugged at the straps of her shimmering leather dress. “Must you be so impatient? It’s ill-befitting of royalty, Princess~” she purred throatily. Tight-fitting fabric creaking with the strain, the seductive shapeshifter tugged down her dress in one stroke.

The gorgeous, shimmering material stretched licentiously as it was pulled off of the changeling queen’s generous bosom. Two firm, chitinous cantaloupes jostled enticingly as they were freed from their expensive prison, and Luna’s eyes followed their sway like pendulums.

As Chrysalis slowly turned, letting the lamplight catch her curves, Luna saw another hint of how aroused her fellow lover was; the glowing streaks of green trailing down Chrysalis's legs. Her juices, shiny and vibrant, seemed to drip further with every twitch of her well-trimmed legs - especially as Chrysalis widened her stance. Luna could only watch - and drool - at the sight of Chrysalis’s finger dipping down between her rump to spread that wetness over her cheeks and gaping plot.

Chrysalis paused in her impromptu show as she eyed another flick of Luna’s tongue across her lips. As the lunar diarch shamelessly ogled the buxom changeling, Chrysalis gave a mischievous titter as she rolled her shoulders. It certainly helped work out the cricks in her back from having to wear such a tight dress. But it also had the added - and more desirable - effect of sending her mountainous breasts bouncing anew.

Luna’s eyes almost bugged out of her skull at the sight.

“My profound thanks for being so… understanding,” whispered Chrysalis.

“Thou has no idea.”

“Then allow me to acquire some,” said Chrysalis, striding forward and groping for the straps of Luna’s top.

Only for a slim obsidian thumb to push her back, hissing throatily as her feet padded on the indigo rug. “You do not get that comfort yet. “Luna said, her voice a sultry croon as she tucked her thumbs into her g-string. “I conduct battles here differently.”

“Do you now?” Chrysalis’s head cocked, wagging her eyebrows flirtatiously.

“A thousand years of dreams - especially of a mare who could easily dominate the average pony - is not like the real thing.” Luna’s lips pursed. “But they help.”

Then Luna’s raven-like wings flexed in the air, and Chrysalis suddenly found herself being pinned to the wall. Both nightstands and the stand containing her regalia crashed to the floor in the wake of her stride; the grandfather clock wobbled dangerously, but thankfully didn’t follow suit.

Queen Chrysalis, save for a short gasp as she felt Luna’s hands press hotly into her biceps, didn’t say a word. Her goo-soaked tail slid around one of Luna’s powerful thighs, pulling the alicorn closer to her. She bit back a gasp as she lined up her ovi along the edge of her partner’s pussylips, before grinning at the moan Luna nearly let slip through gritted teeth. And her vision blurred as she ground her horn against the side of Luna’s, the sparks flying off of both making goosebumps rise on their jet-black hide.

It was nearly too much for Chrysalis’s sensitive nerves to handle.

Nearly.

“Shall I begin, my Queen?” Luna’s slyly asked, watching as Chrysalis's slitted eyes darted between her plump lips and ample tits.

Chrysalis’s hands shot to Luna’s thong, yanking the straps to wedge her length between them. Snapping the panties against Luna’s moon-stamped thigh -and her ovi - she waited until Luna’s lips jutted open, then claimed them in a rough kiss. Their battling tongues bulged in the alicorn’s mouth as Luna surged forward. Chrysalis’s head slammed into the walls as they furiously ground against one another. Between the sweet tang of the oranges and the bitter yet gel-like aroma of Chrysalis’ drool, both lovers were soon hooked on the taste.

Luna was a fast counter-attacker, despite Chrysalis’ early start. Craning her head, her tongue found an opening and shot into Chrysalis’s toothy maw. The changeling’s wanton moan as she lost ground was both humiliating and addictive to her. Soon, both emotions gave way to primal need, as the carnal slide of her egg-shooter’s underside against Luna’s weeping sex drove the air from her lungs.

Luna’s hands, as precise as the dips and curves of the muscles driving them, sought some new targets. While Chrysalis's hands wound around the back of Luna’s neck to deepen their messy kiss, the alicorn’s fingers shot to Chrysalis’s squishy boobs. Holding them level, Luna slid her tits right against those puffy funbags, their nipples hardening as they scraped against each other through the thin swatch of cashmere.

The effect was immediate. Chrysalis broke the kiss in a spray of green goo and howled, pumping her hips even harder against Luna’s. “Oooooo…” she gasped her tongue flagging out to bat against Luna's cheek. “Fuck, Princess…”

Frantically frotting against Luna had other benefits, too. Before long, not only was Luna’s top soaked in sweat, but it was riding up with each slow grind of their nipples. Soon, nothing was keeping their breasts from squishing together deliciously, turning both of them into panting messes. In addition, Chrysalis’s thrashing against the sinewy alicorn was leaving a trail of glowing goop, painting the ravines of Luna’s six-pack.

Sticky and simmering in her sordid lust, Luna’s teeth found pliable flesh to grip as well - the side of Chrysalis's straining neck. So close to the changeling’s heartbeat, Luna was soon drooling, her ears twitching in pace to Chrysalis’s pulse. The harsher Luna’s incisors ground into the neck, the louder Chrysalis's wails became. Her grip around Luna’s neck soon tightened to keep herself aloft against the statuesque alicorn.

Both mares' focus soon returned to their sliding crotches, watching with bated breaths. Chrysalis's ovi throbbed and twitched against Luna’s snatch. Slowly, the green coating of her breeding tool gave way to the clear slickness of the princess’s juices. With every fitful thrust of that length between their breasts, Chrysalis’s eyes seemed to dilate further. Before long, her head slammed back into the wall, as one of her hands flew over her mouth - not to stifle her guttural purrs, but to finger-fuck her throat with reckless abandon.

In and out, deeper and deeper, Luna bit down harder, loving the bulge pushing against her cheek from Chrysalis's nimble digits - all of them. So much so that her legs were quaking with the force of her incoming orgasm, at a crest of a tidal wave of lust. Her thighs were flooded with her maresap now, and the slick thwickthwickthwicks of the ovi running over her puffy lips were only drowned out by the rips of her g-string. Soon, it’d probably snap.

But Chrysalis felt, despite her immortality, that she’d snap first if she didn’t ride this out to completion.

With the twip! of over-tortured thong straps breaking and a final thrust by the wailing changeling, sweet climax struck home for Luna. Her Royal Canterlot Shriek rumbled into Chrysalis’s neck, making those hole-ridden limbs wound around her lock up deliciously. Luna’s toes curled in ecstasy as her thighs clenched like an iron vice around Chrysalis’s sturdy hips, drawing the blossoming head of her lover’s log-like length as close to her as possible.

With the pungent waves of alicorn cum sloshing over her, Chrysalis spiraled off into her peak soon after. Glowing green paste soon coated both their generous tits, the streams of sap making Luna shudder as her climax surged on. Then her ovi slipped past Luna's final frontier - just for a second - and her cries rose to deafening heights as her first telltale bulge pressed against Luna’s outer lips. That firm but pliable lump heralded the first of many incoming eggs as it plopped deep into Luna's pussy walls.

With that egg settling in her snatch, Luna’s desires only shot to greater heights. Even if the one satisfying the urge coiling in her soaked loins was a former enemy of Equestria, the sheer aura of genuine desire that Chrysalis radiated, all for her, was utterly intoxicating to her. She had had a few mortal flings since her return, that much was true, but all of them had been blown out of the fucking water by the Queen’s alluring show of affection.

And Chrysalis wasn’t even finished yet!

In fact, said queen was so preoccupied with emptying her colossal clutch that she was caught completely off-guard when Luna took advantage of her position to pull Chrysalis down to the floor. The changeling's fatigue from her calamitous orgasm gave Luna all the leverage she needed to dislodge the queen’s still-spurting ovi from her depths.

That moment was soon followed up by Luna gripping Chrysalis by the ankles and folded her in half against the slime-spattered tile. The tables had turned on the queen faster than she could comprehend; one moment she’d been turning the mare into her personal broodmare, and the next, she was the one in a mating-press?!

Glowing, translucent-green slime splattered messily to the floor as the changeling’s fat egg-layer let go the last few members of its clutch into the open air, the queen growling in frustration at the loss of some of her valuable cargo. Her frustration simmered into curiosity when Luna’s horn lit up with a radiant, shimmering blue spark that began to coalesce at her slime-coated, gaping folds. A pit of dread settled in her stomach as the flesh above her future broodmare’s fuckholes started to...morph.

Chrysalis could only stare in lust-drunk enthrallment as an unmistakably phallic bulge took root just above Luna’s thoroughly claimed, dripping-wet pussy. A pair of orbs, each as big as her fist, quickly obscured that delightful view. Swinging right from the edge of that growing cock, her balls twitched luridly as life surged through them. Chrysalis had to bite her lip to keep from taking a lick.

Instead it was Luna’s thick, throbbing marecock that took Chrysalis’s attention, as it continued to jut further and further like a creeping train. It easily surpassed her own length and girth in seconds as plump veins raced to life, twitching against her. As jet-black as a starless sky, Chrysalis’s body couldn’t help but flutter and wink against that monster meat-packer at Luna’s thighs, even as her ego demanded she maintain composure.

“I know how thy kind works, Queen.” Luna’s head nestled right up against Chrysalis, close enough to kiss but interested in far... dirtier things at the moment. “The eggs thou hath plowed into me require... proper nourishing, else they only serve to nourish other fertile eggs,” Luna purred in the changeling’s ear, “...which I shall happily provide, my wonderfully tight Chrysalis~”

Even if Chrysalis felt like protesting, Luna moved too fast for it to have ever mattered. Without further delay, the flared crown of the lunar princess’s jet-black pillar drove its first few inches into Chrysalis. With a wet schlorp, forcing a sibilant moan from the queen’s panting, drooling maw.

“Fuuuuuuck…” Chrysalis throatily cursed, her toes -and legs - curling against her lover’s muscled body “So big…”

“Only the best for a fellow -unf- hierarch.” Then Luna abruptly shoved her hips forward, heavy indigo balls slapping meatily against Chrysalis’s thick cheeks. The queen steadily purred despite herself, rapidly losing control of the situation as that fat length stretched her twitching depths. “Now drown in my seed, so I can be filled with your clutch~!”

Despite her loss of dominance, Chrysalis was both flattered and incredibly aroused by Luna’s selflessness. Here was the lunar diarch of Equestria, offering herself up to help the queen turn her into her personal broodmare? It was everything she thought it’d be when crooning this alicorn’s name as she came buckets.

Above her plundered center, Luna wasn’t sitting idle. Freeing up her hands to support her upper body as she pounded away, Luna purred in satisfaction as she felt the bug-queen’s muscular legs cross against her back. It was as sure a sign as any that the bug-horse braggadocio was ready for a real pounding.

And so Luna obliged her lithe lover.

In thrust after powerful thrust, wail after heart-melting wail, hot blasts of air stormed from Luna’s nostrils at the sight before her. Her rough pace tested the endurance of her legs and thighs as she gave Chrysalis the greatest dicking of her lengthy life. It had been a long time since Luna had last used the “population reinforcement” spell on herself - her escape from endless lonely nights on the moon, and pleasure-trips for when she was the Moon. And yet, never before had such a smoldering thrill shot through her jackhammering loins during this lewd act.

Which meant her will to resist climax quickly faded when faced with the writhing, clenching tunnel of the most sexually-experienced creature on Equus. (Save for Pinkie Pie. Maybe.) Clenching around her colossal length, Chrysalis's muscles milked and mashed at her trenching cock for all it was worth. Chrysalis's hands, when not dragging Luna down for sloppy lip-locks, were busy clutching her body closer to hers. And her face, warped and twisted with limitless pleasure, lips swollen and inviting as there called her name, was as breathtaking to watch as it was to suck the air out of.

Chrysalis’s hefty ass rippled and shuddered like a waterbed beneath Luna’s relentless slams. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, Luna was reaching Chrysalis's deepest depths.

And the queen was happy to let Luna know it. “Yes! Yes! Ah! Princeessssss-fuck, harder!”

Eventually, both of them moaned in unison as the swollen, knobbed flare battered her eggchamber’s entrance. The battering ram had worked; Luna had always been the more experienced of the two sisters when it came to warcraft, after all. And she was soaking in the spoils: sweat, pre, and changeling juices turning into a carnal cocktail around her as she stuffed the sly seductress full.

By this point, Chrysalis had long yielded to the superior combatant, her moans intensifying after a muffled pop heralded the entrance of Luna’s flaring tip into Chrysalis’s waiting stash. The Princess of the Night didn’t last long after that, despite her hip thrusts picking up brutal spurts of speed. The added stimulation around her glans combined with the feel of her medial ring stretching the changeling wide with each ball-slapping thrust drove her to an intense and sudden climax.

Burying her face into the crook of Chrysalis’s neck, the alicorn moaned deeply as her throbbing nuts pulled up against the rippling entrance wrapped around her length. “Take my load, my shameless little whorse!” Luna snarled savagely, her flowing mane spazzing in the cool air as she started to unload - as deeply as she could reach within the queen’s receptive depths.

Chrysalis couldn’t even form words at the climax crashing into her clit-walls; how could she, when the firehose that had pried into her had just been set on full blast? Her mana-spring swelled and throbbed with the immense power of Luna’s lustful emotion and spunk, coming so thick and fast that even the changeling monarch’s great capacity was tested to its limits.

Her mana capacity wasn’t the only thing that Chrysalis was having tested, though. That royal release flooded into Chrysalis's depths with wild abandon, bathing her latent clutch in the lunar princess’s virility. Soon, it started distending her gut slightly with its volume, hot and warm and proper as it filled every nook and wedge in her pussy’s grasp.

She could have died happy. Considering the amount of love flooding her veins, Chrysalis might have.

But then Luna’s cock slipped out of her gooey snatch with another lewd pop and back to reality Chrysalis crashed from the white sparks spider-webbing its way across her vision.

As the two laid there, panting, Chrysalis felt an uncomfortable ache starting to spool out in her lower back as she remained held in her carnal crouch by the winded alicorn. Groaning in frustration, a plan for the queen’s next move swiftly formed. Fried as her nerves were, her mind was a far more durable thing, and her belly rubbing sensually against Luna’s muscle-packed one brought a smile to her face.

Which then became as wide as Luna’s crescent moon when Chrysalis realized what needed doing next. “My turn again, Lunaaaaa~!”

Luna was still panting out her pleasure when the changeling queen began her counterattack, seemingly no worse for wear despite how much she’d been sucking wind moments prior. It was one the perks of being an empath, as having sex just made her more energetic. And despite the notable swell in her stomach as she crashed into her partner, Luna’s snarl was still one of want.

Soon, Luna’s world became a blur of color and motion as her advantageous position was suddenly altered, a heavy weight settling against her belly as the changeling queen’s thick ovipositor prodded her. Her flanks smacked meatily against the carapace of Chrysalis’s pelvis as she landed, and she found her wrists locked firmly in the queen’s iron grip behind her back.

Despite her millennia off-planet, a smorgasbord of wet dreams let Luna know of just what position she was in now. Despite how a cowmare played out in those dreams though, Luna could feel the control pulsing in the changeling beneath her. The tight yet taunting grip, the predatory slit-eyes glowing within Chrysalis's prone face - it was shocking how confident she still looked after her rutting.

One that the bed itself hadn’t recovered from, if the Chrysalis-sized imprint next to her was any indication.

Maintaining her grip with one hand, Chrysalis used her free palm to swat at Luna’s taut ramp relentlessly. Those moon-printed cheeks rippled like bowls of gelatin underneath the assault, and the sharp whacks ringing in her ears drove Chrysalis’s lust to new heights. But that was expected.

After all, she still had one part of her sordid fantasy to play out.

And the second she saw Luna’s member vanish in a burst of ignited horn-light, Chrysalis groped for her length and aimed it at the soaking center of her fantasy. It was easily - just follow the gouts of pre seeping from that juicy moon-snatch. Then Chrysalis’s hips bucked upward, brutally bouncing the princess with a startled yelp, right before her cunt was ruthlessly plugged by eleven inches of throbbing, leaking ovi.

“I’m going to breed you to bursting now, my lovely little concubine… and you’re going to love it.” An errant thrust of her hips brought her length into another lewd slide against Luna’s abs, and the alicorn led out a hiss through gritted teeth. The sight made Chrysalis throb. “Soon you’ll know the true pleasures of the flesh, Lunaaaa, and your -umph- whole Empire will hear it.”

And then Luna’s ethereal tail smacked the grin off of Chrysalis's face - literally. Luna’s grin was hard and feral, but her trembling eyes betrayed the desire threatening to overwhelm her. “Doth thou intend to - mmh! - continue gloating, or shall I give thee a written -ah!- i-invitation?!”

That Luna managed to taunt in-between her breathless moans was a modern miracle. Especially with the glowing and glistening egg-layer throbbing against her belly proving to be a devilishly effective distraction.

The queen’s eyes narrowed. “As you wish, Princess,” she hissed, her forked tongue flicking across her lips as she reared back, waiting.

Several lines of Old Ponish and a breathy “FUCK!” broke the musty din, Luna’s jaw locked in bliss as she ground her lush hips around that titanic intruder.

“Filling your drooling snatch will be the highlight of my life, you sexy slut. Nocreature has ever kept my drones and their mind at the same time….” Swinging her hips up to log herself in further, Chrysalis craned up closer to Luna’s ear, to make sure the panting princess could hear her every word. “Soon you’ll be so desperate for my fucking that you beg for my new hive to breed you too, Lunaaaa…”

Despite the hands groping at Luna’s twitching asscheeks, Chrysalis wasn’t going to let that rippling flesh silence her. Not even the alicorn’s eager thrusts onto her ovi was keeping her from one of her favorite pastimes... debasing her conquests.

But this time - it was more than that. Now, Chrysalis was firing up her lover. Her mate. Her wonderful, receptive, muscle-strewn, cunt-caulking, lover of a mare. And seeing the desperate whinny Luna gave as she shuddered around her length, her plea for Chrysalis to move, made the changeling’s heart turn into a jackhammer.

She could have laid in this spot forever.

But she needed to hear Luna scream for her. Scream for them. Scream for the day where her heart was carnally claimed’; on one hot and hedonistic Hearts and Hooves Day.

Then Luna got impatient and lifted her twitching rump.

Stars danced and detonated in Chrysalis’s vision. Her grip on Luna’s flanks turned vice-like, the crescents on her hips ballooning around her wicked fingers. Gouts of sticky spunk gushed over her tool, turning is bioluminescent glow light in its wake. Thankfully, her anchoring kept Luna balanced on her lap - and turned the alicorn into a mewling, hip-jerking mess.

Then Chrysalis yanked Luna all the way back down.

Two pairs of wings shot out on impact, one of them so entangled in the bed sheets that their flutter tore them to shreds. In amongst that flurry of ruined indigo satin, a maresap and changelingcum sloshed between their thighs, gluing them further in strings and pools. Chrysalis's jagged horn slashed another hole in the covers as her head flung back, a guttural moan spilling from her mouth.

“So… wonderful…” hissed the alicorn rooted upon her. “Pound your spawn into me, Queen.”

Chrysalis’s grin was so shiny that it turned the bedposters' covers into a star screen.

Within seconds, the air was thick with their lust -and the lewd plapplapplaps of alicorn cunt being thoroughly ploughed. Luna’s mane, long freed from its ponytail, was bubbling around her maw as she gasped and moaned, her thighs rippling from the force of her thrusts. One of her hands was roughly teasing an erect nipple as the other knuckled into the bed. And the alicorn between them was riding her egg-laying plunderess into another orgasm.

Driving up to meet Luna with even more ferocity was Queen Chrysalis, her lolling tongue leaving tracks of green in the abused bed. Her hands rapidly switched between slapping Luna’s moon-stamped flanks and rubbing harshly at het nub of the alicorn’s weeping sex. For her, orgasm was coming upon her with ramming speed. But she knew that wasn’t what Luna needed, for once.

Luna needed her spawn.

And as both females thrashed on their bed, their legs interlocking, their howls rattling the windows, sweet relief was closing in on them. Luna’s hip-slams got rougher pushing Chrysalis’s hips into another trench in the foamy mattress in seconds. The bend in Luna’s arching got lower, allowing Chrysalis to sing her heath into the jamb of her lover’s wings teasingly. And between their clapping thighs, their spots got wetter, sprays of cum arcing to stain the face of the clock before them.

If Luna cared - about her clock, her wings, or the sorry state of her bed - all if it died when her voice did, even Royal Canterlot genetics giving its last as a massive orgasm struck her. She flopped onto Chrysalis, still pistoning her light into her sodden snatch, and mouthed out the queen’s name as her pussy spasmed. One of her fingers joined Chrysalis to stem the torrent, sparkling juices thundering against them.

Thankfully, Chrysalis was vocal - and ecstasy-ridden - enough for them both.

“LUUUNAAAA!” she screamed, her last thrust burying her right in that gaping pink canal. Scant seconds later, a burst of pulsing goop from her ovi further drenched those cuntwalls, sloshing out into the bedsheets in neon lakes. Chrysalis’ concentration as she girded herself remained though, and soon she could feel the next lump pushing out through her throbbing length. Slowly but surely, another grape-sized egg squeezed through Luna's low, out the Ovi’s tip, and landed snugly home - right in a waiting, eager alicorn womb.

Then the third.

Then the thirteenth.

And each time one of those eggs pushed around Luna’s wet entrance, the alicorn twitched in another quaking mini-orgasm. Her tail thrashed, her head swung side-to-side enough to free her mane from her maw, and soon her lips found Chrysalis’s, their kiss smacking through the room.

It was just enough saliva-swapping to give Luna’s through a fix. Just in time, too; the last egg Chrysalis bucked into her-not bulging out with twice the girth that Chrysalis’s now-flat belly once had - brought out a shuddering moan from Luna, deep and wanton. Her last orgasm came as a piddling stream, but Chrysalis's ground her hips around it all the same, cooing in captivation as she felt her walls clenched one last around her.

Around her children.

No - around THEIR children.

This time, Chrysalis didn’t unroot herself from the amorous alicorn. Exhaustion wouldn’t let her if she wanted to. And the thrill of their connected bodies wouldn’t even let her think of it. Luna was too warm, and too precious.

And far too sexy too, with how she was undulating over her. Her questing fingers trialed over her stiff tits, her lover’s horn, the length still speared into her swollen clit.

Eventually, she compromised. Pulling Luna to the same side she was draped on, she spooned her panting princess. “Well, Lunaaaa?” she said, looping a lithe leg over the moon-stamped thigh in front of her. “Does it feel like everything you expected?” Another perverse thrust drove out a lusty mewl from Luna.

“’Tis that… and so much more.” Luna edged her head onto one of the pillows, then smiled. Chrysalis could see just enough of it to chuckle. “You have fulfilled your duty today, my Queen.”

Chrysalis would have bragged of this. Should have. Seeing Luna as she was now - stuck between mauled sheet’s, changeling-sap, her throbbing length - it was the scene she’d expected to make of Celestia. But that alicorn - her torrid fantasies, in fact - were a million miles away.

And so was the pounding cries of her flame-maned twin in her head. Screaming for backup. Talking of how the tables had turned on her in that throne room. And yet, they were all intersped with piercing moans. Ones she swore that Luna’s ears perked up to hear.

But they flopped when Chrysalis gave Luna her three-word response.

“Y...yes. Your Queen.”

Her limbs curled in further over her equal. Nuzzling her neck, Chrysalis swore she heard a giggle bubble in the alicorn’s throat. But when she looked up to hear its sweet debut, only Luna’s lips were there, smacking lightly on her sweat-strewn forehead.

One of Luna’s hands roamed over her distended stomach again, idly and studiously. That did spur her to speak. “Chrysalis?”

The changeling’s gaze shot up to meet her eyes. Goodness, even now, their twinkle was hypnotic. “Yes?”

“Thy sister wisheth for me to stay away from the throne room. She claims it is her lesser half - and Cadance and Shining - that are the reason. She will not express why.” Luna’s grin got a bit naughtier. “For some reason, her maw is occupied.”

Chrysalis shrugged. Her ovi gave a lewd twitch at what was likely occupying that alabaster alicorn’s mouth “No worries, my Princess. You’ll both be safe - and sated - before today’s end.”

Luna grunted happily. “Still. I have seen how prodigious Shining is. And how… debaucherously focused Daybreaker can be.“ Luna’s hips swerved again over the turgid tool still logged within her clit. “Perhaps thine own lunch date is in the mood for thirds?”

Chrysalis’s eyes blew out. “Luna…” she gasped. Then she felt Luna’s hips twist, and suddenly, she was leaning over the alicorn. Luna’s head was almost buried in the mess of pillows her forehead right against her headboard.

And she had never looked as hot as she did now, with a slim finger beckoning Chrysalis over. Three words spilled from Chrysalis's toothy maw, her tone thick with love and want. “You shouldn’t have.”

Luna sucked in her lip anticipatingly, then flared her wings. “Then make your Princess regret it.”

Chrysalis’s first thrust into Luna put a crack in the headboard that made Chrysalis think of her horn. Then Luna huskily moaned for more, and all Chrysalis could do was lean forward and think of Canterlot.