Taking the Queen

The plug popped out of Chrysalis' arse, and Spiceberry admired the gape. She was unable to squeeze it closed for several seconds. "What's amazing is how fast you were able to adapt to this. Two weeks ago, it was a pain to do the most basic of insertions, but here you are, taking a medium plug out with ease."

"Changeling queen," huffed Chrysalis. "Adaptable, as we have to be. I can't morph the way I used to, but I have some pride in myself."

"I think it's about time we tested that adaptation," nodded Spiceberry. "Bend over, let's see how you do."

Chrysalis mounted her bed, spread her legs, and presented her arse. "Come and claim me, big boy."

Spiceberry smirked as he mounted her. He liked seeing her put in the effort. He liked seeing her try. The more effort she put into the ideal, the more drive she seemed to have. It was beautiful. "Here we go."

He pushed his way in, easily making more progress than he ever had before. He was quite girthy, and often had trouble going into anything. When he'd tried the first time to penetrate her arse, he'd not gone further than just the neck. He slid past the medial ring before meeting any real resistance. He managed to hilt himself on the second thrust, with just a bit of added lube.

"I'm all the way in. How does that feel?"

"Feels like nothing," she chided, smirking back at him. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to fuck me properly?" She was definitely becoming more adept with the vernacular required in her profession. She had picked it up with ease.

He certainly wasn't going to ignore her quip, and immediately began thrusting his hips. His balls slapped against her pussy lips with every swing. She wasn't loose; she clamped down as much as she could as he pulled out, but nor was she tight; when he pushed his way in, she relaxed her sphincter and he slid right through. All throughout the event, she gyrated her hips against his, making his thrusts deeper with less work for him. She was to be a comfort for her clients, not a piece of exercise equipment, unless specified otherwise.

For the second time, and the first time for her own pleasure, her colon was flooded with semen. She could feel his testicles tensing up right before each pulse.

As soon as he stopped cumming, he leaned forward and rested his chest against her back. His nose was far enough forward that he could nuzzle her shoulder, which he did lovingly. "Did you enjoy that?"

"It was with you," she chuckled. "I know it's protocol among my kind to tell you that you were the best I've ever had, but honestly, you've been by my side through the worst of this. I couldn't have done this without you." She craned her head back to her shoulder and rubbed her chin against his nose. "Even if it did hurt, I'm so glad it was you."

"Sounds like you've learned a valuable lesson about friendship."

Spiceberry and Chrysalis looked up at the sound of Twilight's voice. In shock, Spiceberry pulled out quickly and dropped to his hooves, saluting her with his member still flopping around, having gone flaccid after finishing but not quite ready to wind up into the sheathe yet. As soon as he pulled out, the vacuum left by his absence sent a shock through Chrysalis' system, and she faltered a bit, letting out a small yelp.

"Are you supposed to be in here?" asked Twilight. "This is a restricted area."

"He has Starlight's permission," scowled Chrysalis, stepping back between them. "He's my personal trainer, and he's been visiting almost every day since you left. Welcome back, by the way."

Twilight furrowed her brow. "You'll forgive me if I don't believe you. I will look into it myself soon enough." She craned her neck to one side. "You seem to be missing one of your bindings. Care to explain what happened?"

"Haven't you been in contact with Starlight?" retorted Chrysalis. "And if you noticed, don't you think she would notice? She'd lock me down if I was off the lead, or even showed signs of trying to escape. This," she pointed to her unlocked right hoof, "is the result of good behaviour."

"We'll see about that," huffed Twilight. "I'm going to have a word with Starlight. Whatever it is you do to prepare for a standard visit, I suggest you begin. We're coming down early for an inspection."

As Twilight walked out of the cell, Chrysalis let go of the breath she didn't realize she had been holding. She turned back to Spiceberry. "It's going to be alright," she nodded, placing a hoof on his shoulder. "Starlight knows what she's doing, and will confirm my progress. You also said you think Shining Armor would be honest about what he's seen here, so we're in the clear, right?"

Spiceberry took a deep breath. "We should be fine, but..."

"You have your doubts?"

He nodded. "I do. Shining is honest, and I know he's seen you come up recently, but I wonder if he can put aside his history with you. You're better, but what happened can't just unhappen. I worry about what he'll say, but I promise, I'll do whatever I need to make su--"

"Guard," called Twilight, looking back into the cell, "gather your things and come with me. I'm going to need you to talk to Starlight, as well."

He turned to Chrysalis. "I'll be back as soon as I can," he promised, reaching up and kissing her cheek. He reached into the wardrobe, grabbed a rag from the stack and wiped his cock clean. After tossing it in the hamper, he grabbed his gear, leaving Chrysalis' drink just out of sight, in case Twilight decided to confiscate it as contraband.

Twilight closed and locked the door behind her. For the last three days, the door had been unlocked, allowing visitors. She was still tied to the wall, so she wasn't going anywhere, but she entertained stallions whenever they came by. She went through rags cleaning up spills all the time, though she typically was the one making the mess. She cleaned the stallions with her tongue after every service, but it wasn't often that they cleaned her outside of the showers, and that was iffy on its own.

She wiped herself clean and grabbed her brush. She was trying to be professional, after all, and that meant that her turnaround had to be spot-on and quick. She took a moment to straighten her mane and tail, checked for stains on her clothing, and, finding none, sat in her chair and waited for Twilight to come back. She had snapped earlier, and that was going to cost her dearly. She just hoped it wasn't too much.