Taking the Queen

"Then it is decided," smiled Celestia, clasping her hoofs together. "Your daughter will make a fine addition to my school for gifted unicorns. I'll have one of our most esteemed alumni show you around." She nodded to Twilight, who stood up and led the trio out of the room.

Celestia leaned back and let out a loud grunt as the door closed. "You could have picked a better time to do that, you know."

Chrysalis poked her head out from under the table, licking the cum from her chin. "I could tell that you didn't like him," she smiled. "He's a pompous, self-important arsewipe. I bet a day's rations that the little filly would be ecstatic to hear that the school has dormitories she can stay in away from home."

"Of course she would," smirked Celestia. "Especially if I command that she be moved there. Let's hope she puts in the effort to make it an option."

Chrysalis licked the rest of the cum from Celestia's crotch. "I'm just glad I could offer you some stress relief."

"And you did," Celestia smiled, tousling Chrysalis' mane. "I suppose a thank-you is in order."

Chrysalis crawled up into Celestia's lap. "Does that mean I'm allowed to go?"

Celestia furrowed her brow. "Did you already fulfil your other duties?"

Chrysalis nodded emphatically. "Luna called for me yesterday, and Twilight had me hauling crates on Monday."

Celestia nodded. "I'll have to check a few things with Starlight, but if she says yes, you can go."

Chrysalis hugged Celestia, kissing her full on the mouth. "Thank you! I'm going to go pack!"

Celestia wiped her lips. "You taste like cum..."

Chrysalis rushed to her bedroom and pulled out a suitcase, stuffing some of her belongings into it. This would be a trip of perhaps two days at the most but was very important to her.

As she clamped the case shut, Starlight walked in. "Ready to go?"

"Am I approved?"

Starlight nodded. "You met your quota for the week, plus a little more. You've also met the requirements as set forth by the order, so you're free to go to the Crystal Empire. Here's your round-trip ticket. Your train leaves in twenty minutes, and your return train is tomorrow at noon. A guard will be at the station to escort you. Have a nice trip."

When the train came to a stop at the Crystal Empire station, Chrysalis was escorted off the train by six stallions who had taken a liking to her company. "See you soon, boys," she giggled, wiping her chin. It didn't take more than a minute to find her escort. Cadance had ordered a special breastplate and helmet for whatever guard was escorting her. The breastplate had a spider embellishment, and the helmet had two fins with translucent green membranes running from the front to the back. Whichever guard was assigned to escort her around as a special guest of the royalty would always wear that set. It would exempt the wearer from normal duties and give them the task of following her around.

"Looking for me?" she asked, sliding up to him. "I'm right here."

"Private Gunk," he replied, holding out his hoof. "We've not been acquainted."

Chrysalis pulled him close and whispered in his ear. "How about we find a lavatory and become acquainted, hm?"

He blushed, clearly flustered. "I-I'm engaged. I don't know if I..."

"Suit yourself," shrugged Chrysalis, letting go of him. "If you're not interested, I suppose I can't force you." She swished the tip of her tail against his nose. "But I won't judge if you decide you want some relief. You'll be with me for the next twenty-four hours, big boy."

She walked off with him in close pursuit. He didn't know what he wanted, but she was fine with that. The timid ones were always easy to satisfy. She, on the other hoof, had an itch that needed scratching that was not so simple to please. She wove her way through the streets, knowing exactly where she wanted to go. There was a line in front of the building, but there always was.

"Coming through," she said, cutting across the line. There were some scattered complaints about her cutting in line, but they died off pretty quickly when it was clear she wasn't taking somepony else's place. She moved to the other side and slipped through the door with her guard right behind her. "I'm here!"

"So you are," smirked Spiceberry, tending to his brew over the stove. "I'll be right there, I just need to have this ready to go."

Chrysalis sat down and waited. Less than five minutes later, when he had the mixture bubbling softly, he took off his apron and rushed over, kissing and embracing her. "Have you been a good girl this week?"

"Would I be allowed to come if I hadn't?"

He took a step back and looked her over. "You're pregnant again."

She smiled and nodded. "This one's Luna's, we're pretty sure."

"Well, the last two were Celestia's. I don't doubt that you've finally managed to take Luna's genes."

Private Gunk wasn't sure how Chrysalis, a changeling, could carry the children of Celestia and Luna, both alicorns. This was especially confusing, as they were all female. Or so he thought. He'd never stared at any of the royal crotches, so he might be wrong, but they carried the titles of princess. He was very befuddled.

After a few more hours of service, the stall was closed down and locked for the night. Chrysalis was introduced to the baker of the operation, a crystal pony named Sparkling Scone. They said goodnight and made their way back to Spiceberry's small apartment a few blocks away.

"Living the dream," smiled Spiceberry, flopping down on the couch. "I have my own small business, I just hired on a partner, and I'm renting a nice place."

"I don't know if it's a nice place," argued Chrysalis, lying across his lap. "I think it just feels nice because you're here."

He chuckled and placed his hoof atop her shoulders. "You're so sweet."

She chuckled coquettishly. "I have you to thank for that." She lowered her head and nuzzled his balls. "So, are you ready for tonight?"

He smirked. "I haven't cum since your last visit three weeks ago. You're damn right I'm ready."

He pulled her up on top of him and lay down. His cock slipped from its sheathe and he slid it into her moist pussy. "It's a sturdy couch," he called to Chrysalis' escort. "You can have her arse if you like."

Private Gunk shrunk down and shook his head. His face was very red, and the head of his cock was just beginning to poke out.

"He's shy," answered Chrysalis. "He can join us when he's sure his fiancé won't mind."