Author's Note

Honestly, I wasn't planning for this to have clop but...Chrysalis...
Next chapter (in two days) will be the start of the Crystal Empire. Again, chapters for episodes like that will be uploaded on consecutive days.

A Dream Come True (NSFW)

Lavey quietly wanders around Ponyville with two bickering mares in tow. He had hoped to get some peace and quiet, enjoy a little refreshing afternoon sunlight, and perhaps spend some more quality time with Twilight. Unfortunately, fate doesn't seem to want him to have a peaceful day, so now he's stuck with a clingy changeling and an upset unicorn.

What's even more vexing is the fact that they have to follow him everywhere. Twilight just wants to be with him twenty-four/seven and Lavey likewise, but it's a bad mix when Chrysalis enters the picture. The changeling queen can not be left alone at the library due to safety reasons and trust issues, so now, everywhere Twilight and Lavey go, Chrysalis has to join them as the third wheel.

With his brain throbbing and his ears on fire from the incessant quarreling between the mares, Lavey decides to rest for a brief moment by sitting on a park bench outside Sugarcube Corner. Both lionesses sit on either side of the worn out prince, hugging his arms and glower at each other.

"If you cling to him for too long you'll end up draining him of all of his love and energy!" Twilight barks, pulling her mate towards her. "I don't want that for him, so move over a bit!"

"I need him so I can survive!" Chrysalis shoots back, pulling the prince to her side. "Besides, if I can't get it from him, then I can just drain your love."

The two mares continue to play tug of war with the exhausted prince, continuously pulling him back and forth while expressing their arguments for having him. At this point, he doesn't care anymore. All he can do now is try to tune them out and drift into sleep for a little bit until it's time to head home.

"Well, I wager I can copulate with him better than some plebian like you ever could," the matriarch spits.

That pops Lavey's eyes wide open, causing him to look down at the shapeshifter with bafflement and shock. "What did you just say?" he questons.

Chrysalis looks up at the hybrid with a salacious grin and leans in close to peck his cheek, much to Twilight's disdain. "I had expected you to drift into slumber, my king," she says, "but I am glad you are still awake. Tell me, who would satisfy you better in bed: your queen or this wretched unicorn?"

Lavey opens his mouth to answer but quickly shuts it as he looks to Twilight's expectant face. The question has a very simple answer, but it's not easy to spit out. Knowing Twilight, she would feel downtrodden by the response while Chrysalis would parade around Ponyville like the vainglorious matriarch she is.

"W-well, I wouldn't know, exactly, considering neither of us have actually—"

“Wait,” Twilight interrupts, “you’ve never had sex before? I’d have though you’d at least slept with a couple of demons at least.”

“Nope,” the hell-spawn replies. “One-hundred percent virgin. Never spilled a drop of seed; never even touched myself. It's sort of an instinctual thing for me to find the right mate to relent my chastity to.”

"Well, dear Lavey," the queen interjects, "I've lain with a rather copious number of 'mates', as you could see from the size of my swarm. Being the changeling queen, I am experienced with satisfying many creatures. I'm assuming a demon should be no different from a dragon, if I can just imagine your genitals right now..."

Twilight leans over and plants a hoof into the shapeshifter's carapace as she peers into her harlequin eyes with rage. "You even think about his junk, I'll strangle you, you..."

The unicorn holds her tongue as she notices a few ponies looking in her direction with either repugnance or confusion. She blushes intensely as she sits back down next to her mate and forces his arm over her shoulders. Not wanting the unicorn to get all of the hybrid's affection, the changeling lifts Lavey’s hand with magic and rests it over her shoulders, pulling her into his warm obliques.

"Now, then," Chrysalis purrs, "what was your answer going to be, my king?"

Lavey might as well be honest and get it over with than to have either of them catch him lying.

"I'm going to be entirely truthful... Chrysalis would definitely be the better partner when it comes to intercourse," he admits with relief and defeat. He looks over at Twilight to see her with a seemingly understanding and downtrodden look. "I'm sorry, Twilight, but—"

"No, it's...okay," she responds, though she's obviously not okay. "I've never had any experience laying with another stallion before anyway, so it's obvious she'd be the victor."

It pains Lavey to see the bright, brilliant unicorn in such a depressive state. Shifting his arm up, he rests his hand atop her head and gives her a good scratch behind the ears. Though she’s not any sort of pet, he assumes that ponies have sensitive sweet spots like these that are hard to please with just hooves.

The young mare cranes her neck around to let her mate reach every area that needs relief. A pleased smile appears on her lips as she revels in bliss.

“Humph! Being treated to like a mutt,” Chrysalis sneers as she watches the unicorn with a smarmy grin and a bit of festering envy. “I bet it feels wonderful; doesn't it, Twilight Sparkle?”

The unicorn manages to open her eyes and sneer at the bug-horse with a euphoric expression. Her eyelids flutter with overwhelming stimulation and she bites her lower lip as she tries to withhold the surge of pleasure flooding her nerves. However, while enjoying the ecstatic rapture of being scratched behind the ears, Twilight manages to shoot the envious matriarch a look of victory, which she takes in offense.

“I will rip off your head, you cur!” Chrysalis hisses.

Lavey places his hand on her web-like, cerulean mane, causing her to freeze and tense up. His digits slither around her porous mane until reaching the back of her right ear and begins scratching the sweet spot. The queen puts on the same giddy face as Twilight as Lavey proceeds to shut her up with the art of ear scratches. It’s a simple technique but rather effective when it comes to taming the most ferocious of beasts.

“Mmmm, who’s the mutt now?” Twilight jeers as she looks upon Chrysalis’s drooling face. “You have to admit, it—ah—feels amazing!”

“That much I will—hah—agree with, Twilight Spaaaark—oh buck yes! Right there!”

Chrysalis's right hind leg begins to twitch while Lavey makes sure to get the sensitive spot behind her ears. For the parasitic changeling, any form of passion or expression of love—especially a more intimate or physical representation—is like a shot of ecstasy into their veins. The queen’s eyes roll into the back of her head and her mouth hangs agape as if she's getting the best rutting of her life.

"Buck, that's... I'm...!"

Lavey pulls his hand back just milliseconds before the queen could achieve what may have been a climactic orgasm. Chrysalis's senses slowly come back to her as the wave of rapture dies down in her head and down to her drenched loins. She painfully looks up at the hybrid as if he's withholding her precious drug.

"W-why did you stop?" she asks with wanton. "Just a bit more and I would have came!"

"Exactly," Lavey replies with disgust. "I can't just let you climax in public with everyone watching. There's kids around here!"

Chrysalis shoves his hand away and rests both forelegs on his shoulders as she positions her rump on his crotch. Her moist crevice grinds against the smooth surface of his groin, trying to coax out his demonic phallus from its chamber, but to no avail.

"What the hell are you doing!?" Lavey exclaims as he looks around at the ponies trying to ignore the exhibition act. "You're going to get us arrested for indecent exposure!"

"If we were to get sent to prison, I would simply break you and I out and leave that swine in her cell," the horny shapeshifter replies with a lecherous grin while nodding towards Twilight. "But not before I have a bit of your precious love and seed, my beloved king. A little prison romp ought to—“

"That's it!" Twilight explodes, catching the hybrid and the changeling by surprise.

Her horn ignites with a magenta aura, enveloping her, Chrysalis, and Lavey in a magical field. In a split second, the trio find themselves lying on the floor back in the Golden Oak Library.

"Lavey , you have to do something about her!" Twilight exclaims, glaring at the matriarch with contempt. "Either feed her some love to make her shut up or I'll blast her f-freaking head off!"

The room falls dead silent—besides Twilight's stressed panting—as Lavey and Chrysalis look between the unicorn and each other. Uncertainty clings to Lavey's heart, knowing he would rather lay with Twilight than some prurient shapeshifter. However, looking into the unicorn's blazing eyes, he can read the desperation and the clear anger brewing within her.

“Can I rest first?” he asks. “I’m worn out from all this arguing back and forth, it’s giving me a terrible headache. I’ll think about it later.”

Twilight opens her mouth, ready to deny her paramour's request, but after noticing his pained eyes, she decides to keep her trap shut and lets him be.

“Sure thing, Lavey,” she finally responds. “Do you want to head out for dinner later?”

Lavey simply shrugs his shoulders, not giving a damn about what he wants to do in the near future. He trudges off into the bedroom with Twilight and a sulking changeling right on his tail.

He and Twilight climb into his newly imported bed—an alicorn-sized mattress with elegant, white and gold silk blanket and pillows to give it an almost angelic look; the frame is a smooth meld of onyx and ruby crystals to make it seem more appropriate for Lavey's half-blooded heritage.

Chrysalis climbs into Twilight’s old bed, which she’s fashioned into her own abode with gooey webbing and strange green slime that neither the hybrid nor unicorn want to question.

She seems to have fallen asleep in no time, possibly due to being full after feeding off of both Twilight and Lavey's love for each other. Only until after Twilight closes her eyes does the prince take this opportunity to pop out his phone and dial in a number, making sure to keep his voice down as he speaks to the person on the other side.

The sounds of crashing waves and the squawks of fowl force Chrysalis awake. She lifts her head off the ground, noticing that her skin is peppered with grains of golden sand. Her eyes slowly adjust to get a better look at the scenery around her.

A sapphire blue ocean stretches out as far as the eye can see that seamlessly blends into the cloudless sky. Beneath her is a pink and white-striped beach towel resting upon a golden bed of sand. To her left is a small cabana where an equine family is celebrating what seems to be a birthday. To her right is a short rock-face littered with moss and barnacles, blocking out the view of spectators from the other side.

“Oh, well look who decided to wake up,” Lavey's voice chimes.

Looking back, Chrysalis‘s eyes widen at the hell-spawn, who sits nonchalantly in a purple beach chair. He’s wearing a pair of green and orange swim trunks and a floral shirt. A pair of pitch-black sunglasses rest on his forehead as he gazes at Chrysalis's shocked face.

The hybrid's apparel isn’t what perplexes her the most, though. In the sand next to him are two young grubs building sand castles. One has the average appearance of a changeling grub while the other has ruby eyes and wings with small nubs on its temple, similar in fashion to Lavey's.

“Come on, hun,” the hybrid beckons. “Are you just going to lay out in the sun or join us in the shade?”

Chrysalis’s heart skips a beat at the sound of Lavey's words. He couldn’t have said what she thinks he said. Could he?

“H-hun?” she stammers.

The hybrid raises a confused brow at the matriarch’s own perplexed expression. “Well, what else did you want me to call you?” he asks. “Just call you my queen all the time? Not really what I want the kids to pick up.”

She looks to the grubs only to feel her heart skip a beat once again. She has to be dreaming. There’s no way in Equestria that Lavey could just do a complete one-eighty and turn away from Twilight and over to her. Besides, having intermixed changeling like this seems almost impossible, but here they are; two grubs that are the offspring of a changeling and hell-spawn, playing in the sand.

In fact, everything about this scenario is palpable and far too real to all be in her head. The fact that she's aware of the dream scape she's in means she's definitely lucid dreaming. She can feel the individual grains of sand on her onyx skin, the breeze flowing though her mane, and the spray of mist against her back.

Even in a lucid dream, she's still perplexed by the state of it. Havin a family, going on a pleasant vacation, not having that pest Twilight Sparkle around. It's all a bit too blessed.

Shaking off the perplexing thoughts, though, Chrysalis wearily trots over to her ‘family’ and lays in the sand next to the prince, opposite of her children. She watches hypnotically and in awe as the grubs don’t even attempt to fight each other or show their dominance; instead, just behaving like normal pony foals.

“You don’t have to sit there, dear,” Lavey says. Chrysalis looks over at him and feels her cheeks begin to burn as the hybrid pats his lap. “Come on and sit on your 'favorite seat'.” He smirks, causing Chrysalis’s entire body to burn with a new, yet familiar heat. Nevertheless, she gladly accepts the offer and climbs into his lap.

Lavey hugs her into his chest, letting her hooves wrap around his neck and her bosom rest up against his. He’s a lot softer than she had originally expected, which explains why Twilight Sparkle enjoys snuggling up to him all the time, even when not in bed.

“You know...” Lavey whispers in her ear, “...we could have a little time all to ourselves. Send the kids back to the beach house and have a little fun of our own. Waddaya say?”

This is honestly more than the matriarch could have dreamt of, despite being in a dream at the moment. Her wildest dreams were never anything this wholesome; where she could sit back and not plot out conquests to satiate her hive’s hunger. In addition she’s been granted a wonderful family—though they aren't her original children, it's still a blessing she'll gladly accept.

Though, despite the wholesome feeling of it all, Chrysalis can finally obtain what she's been craving for all this time. No Twilight to interfere with their sinful escapade, no other ponies to hassle her; only her and her imagination are the rulers of this scape.

“Children, would you give me and your father a moment,” she says as she peers into her lover’s blazing eyes. “Just head back to the beach house. We shall meet you—“ The moment she glances over to look at her spawn, they’ve already disappeared without a trace. She smiles with gratitude at her control in her dream and looks back to her illusory paramour. “Good. Now, what did you have in store for me, my love?”

Lavey smirks as he slides his hands down the queen’s verdant carapace, eliciting small moans and gasps of satisfaction from her lips. The sensitivity is through the roof for some reason, especially for a lucid dream, but Chrysalis doesn’t digress. Her body shudders with delight as the hell-spawn's digits caress her obsidian hide, moving around her flanks, until finally converging to grasp her plump tush.

She yelps, but not loud enough to draw attention. But that's when she remembers this is all a dream—her dream. She can moan and scream as loud as she wants without having to worry about others gawking at her, especially her dream-children. The cabana with the other family has disappeared, leaving only her and Lavey in control of the beach.

“Come now, dear,” Chrysalis says, licking her dry chops. “I’ve been waiting for far too long to have you inside me."

She wants to savor the romantic atmosphere but for some reason, her hunger for love has been intensified ten-fold. If she wasn’t thirsting for a throbbing demon cock before, she definitely is now.

Chrysalis does something no normal pony could possibly dream of doing to their paramour. She flips around, placing her rear hooves behind her mate's neck, and positions her muzzle near the bulge in his pants and her juicy cunt just near his lips.

Even as Lavey's member is still tucked away within his swim trunks and even though this is a dream, Chrysalis’s preternatural senses manage to pick up the ambrosial scent of musk emanating off of the cock. It fuels her libido like an overwhelming aphrodisiac, causing her hunger to spike to new levels. She can’t possibly hold back any longer. She wants to skip the foreplay and all of the unnecessary romantics but one shouldn’t skip the appetizers before indulging in the main course.

Using her magic, Chrysalis pulls her mate’s swim trunks down to reveal an already stiff erection. What’s even more splendid is the fact that it’s grandly decorated like a dragon’s—as she had originally anticipated. It has a spearheaded tip with a thick knot near the base. Striations and ridges run down the length of Lavey’s turgid equipment, providing extra stimulation for when it's inserted into the queen’s desperate snatch.

Without wasting too much time, she gets to work on his sex and he on hers. The changeling slowly works on the girthy length of demon dick, slowly but surely, relishing every inch of his majestic tool. She latches her lips onto the sharp head and twirls her tongue around the leaking tip. Salty precum and sweat tingle her taste buds while musk and sweat flood her nostrils, causing her pussy to convulse with ecstasy and a shiver to run up her spine.

The taste is exquisite the further she moves down; musky, earthy, with just a hint of salty sweat to provide a mouthwatering concoction of flavor. She precariously scales down the decorated shaft, and finally, barely makes it down to the bulbous knot just waiting to be released of tension. She pulls up but doesn't dare let her meal slip from her maw; instead, she begins to bob her head to stimulate her mate and coax out as much of his virile semen as she possibly can.

A sharp jolt surges through the matriarch’s loins and through her entire body. She doesn’t need to look back to know what exactly the hybrid is doing to her desperate sex. She can feel his tongue slide across her slavering, emerald crevasse, stimulating her nerves and providing her with ecstatic pleasure, along with a heaping helping of love. The slender tongue tackles her puffy labia while gently flicking her clit, casing her to mewl in ecstasy.

His tongue is almost like a writhing serpent as it begins to slither into her moist depths and collects all of her dripping nectar right from the source. It churns within her, grinding against every inch of her walls, almost tickling her; digging deeper and deeper until finally coming to an abrupt stop. It prods against a small gateway that causes the matriarch to moan in rapture.

She nearly chokes from the sudden jolt and is left with no other choice but to release Lavey's cock from her lips before she can suffocate herself. Chrysalis immediately pulls her head back, releasing the throbbing demonhood from its confines, and letting it flop onto the hybrid's belly. She coughs and hacks until she finally manages to clear out her airway and get a good, clear breath into her lungs.

“Are you alright?” Lavey asks with concern.

Chrysalis looks back at him, tears streaming down her obsidian cheeks and breath slightly uneven, but she puts on a smile, nonetheless. Even though it’s strange that all of her senses work perfectly within this lucid dream world, she doesn’t try to question it. As long as she can enjoy this experience to the fullest, she has nothing to complain about.

“I am okay,” she hoarsely responds. “I don’t know about you but I think I’d like to move onto the main course.”

Lavey's worried expression fades away as he turns the love-bug around upright and plants a sensual kiss on her lips. Chrysalis is taken aback by the sudden expression of love, as she was simply hoping for a lustful copulation session to appease her hunger; however, the almost sensual atmosphere feels pleasant. A warm feeling envelops her, drowning her in peace. It’s something she hasn't felt in centuries or has ever hoped of obtaining again: a purposeful relationship.

They part the kiss, giving Lavey the opportunity to throw his mate onto the beach towel, just slightly sinking her into the plush sand. He easily overshadows her slender, ebony body, making his approach and appearance a bit more terrifying, but Chrysalis knows he’ll take her according to her wishes. With him taking a dominating role, Lavey gets to work.

The beast places a gentle hand against the changeling’s armor-like carapace and begins to slowly move down her figure, tantalizing her nerves and fanning her lustful desires. His hand turns as it nears her sopping nethers and just stops at the hood of her clit. Just missing the bulbous button, he plunges two digits into the matriarch’s desperate depths, sending a small shot of ecstasy through her body.

In an elegant, rhythmic motion, his fingers pull in and out of her confines, rubbing against the top and bottom of her canal. She balances her breathing with every movement of his fingers; breathing in for every insertion and breathing out a lustful moan for every extraction, making sure to clamp down on his digits in the process. His thumb gyrates around the matriarch's clit, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure from the nerves bundled in the sensitive button.

He kisses her on the lips again, this time with a more lustful tone. She can feel his serpentine tongue weave through her maw, searching for its mate. She reciprocates and proceeds to intertwine her tongue with his, letting them frolic and exchange lustful fervor without any restraint.

They break again and Lavey removes his digits from her depths, leaving the changeling partially satisfied. However, a giddy, greedy grin spreads across her lips as Lavey positions his tool up to his paramour’s chartreuse crevice. Her clit winks, begging the hell-spawn to plunge his cock deep into her and empty out every drop of his seed into her womb. Heeding the siren’s call, Lavey experimentally prods the entrance, before plunging his dick into the rapturous, moist depths of Chrysalis’s core. A sonorous song of salacious satisfaction spills forth from the matriarch's lips and rings out through the beach, drowning out the crashing of the waves and the gusts of wind.

With her desire nearly met, Chrysalis begs her love to continue, ready to make her dream come true. He happily obliges and begins to buck his hips. His endowed tool isn’t entirely engulfed in her confines, as only the knot remains excluded. However, it is still an ecstatic experience even if she can’t get the entirety of his majestic length.

His decorated dick makes up for the excluded knot, though. The striations and bumps run along her walls, sending ripples of pleasure through her body, making her beg for more. His tip kisses her cervix with every thrust, just managing to enter for a bit before the knot impedes its advances, and then it pulls back to repeat the process. Her legs twitch violently with ecstasy and her horn begins to spark from the surge of pleasure in her veins.

His techniques are something else as well. Though he had confessed to being a virgin, Chrysalis's imagination has managed to mold this Lavey into a sex-crazed beast. As he pumps his shaft into her depths, he uses his tail to flick her clit, and his claws to gently massage her sensitive teats sending a combined wave of rapturous euphoria to crash over her, drowning her in bliss.

Her mind begins to blank and her vision tunnels as the sensations overwhelm her senses. Her rhythmic clenching has become sporadic and uneven, making it difficult to really coax out her mate's seed.

Abruptly, Lavey ceases his action and pulls his shaft out of its warm confines, leaving Chrysalis’s pussy agape, winking, and salivating while his member remains drenched and throbbing with an unquenched thirst. She looks up at him with a betrayed look, wondering why he stopped so abruptly.

Eagerly, he lays on his back, presenting himself before the matriarch; his cock twitches as if begging her to come hither. Entranced and knowing just what he's asking for, the changeling slithers up the hybrid's figure until her muzzle is in alignment with his face and her nethers are positioned over his demonhood. Slowly, she lowers herself until her entrance makes contact with his tip. Using her ethereal magic, she holds his tool steadily until, finally, it slides in with ease.

Although she just had it within her a few seconds ago, it still fills her with bliss like a euphoric drug. Chrysalis begins to bounce her rear, slamming onto his groin and letting his majestic demonhood pulverize her pussy. Screams of elation pour out of her muzzle without restraint, flooding the beach with a symphony of love and lust.

“Do you love me, Lavey?” the changeling pants.

“More than...anything, my love!” he responds. “What of you? Do you truly love me?”

She’s never said the words before because she’s never found any creature who could truly satisfy her, but this isn’t about sexual satisfaction. For the first time in her life, she feels loved and she can genuinely say...

“I love you too!”

She grasps the prince's face with her hooves as she speeds up her movements, basically crashing down on his crotch, trying to force his knot deep into her pussy. She can feel his cock pulsating, ready to expel his rich, delectable seed. With a little help from Lavey—with his hands firmly placed on her haunches—he forces her onto his knot until it pops inside her.

At last, as the bulb is relieved of tension, Chrysalis brays into the air as hot globs of demon spunk flood directly into her womb. Spurt after spurt, pump after pump, Lavey's seed paints her insides white and fills her with the euphoric relief she has been seeking all this time.

As the last few drops of cum pour into her depths, Chrysalis collapses onto the demon’s sweat-soaked chest, panting for dear life. His heaving bosom is suddenly more comfortable and his body cools down until it feels like she’s lying on ice.

“How was that?” the prince gasps. “Are you satisfied, my love?”

The queen can barely speak as her belly and womb are filled with love and her hunger has finally been satiated. She can only give an affirmed hum before blacking out into slumber.

“So, you got her taken care of?” Lavey asks.

A small blue-skinned demon with nubs for horns awakens from its meditation. It looks up at the prince with a confirming grin and a thumbs up.

“Thank you so much for doing this for me, Atreus,” Lavey sighs. “I’ve already sent the full fee to your account. I’ll call you again if I need any more help with her.”

The incubus nods as he opens a small violet portal and jumps through, letting it close behind him and drowns the room in silence and darkness once again. As the prince climbs back into bed with Twilight, he looks back over at Chrysalis’s sleeping figure and can’t help but smile with compassion.

“Sweet dreams, Chrysie...”