The king gave a soft grunt of satisfaction as the other began to push his way inside of them. He bit his lip and slowly pushed back against them, squeezing ever so slightly around the tip of the other cock rhythmically, coaxing them to delve deeper with an inviting massage with his well-trained back entrance. He looked back at Anon with a sultry, welcoming expression, fluttering his eyes at them. “Mnn…yes, please…avail yourself of me Anonymous. Sate me, feed me,” he uttered in a tone that was equal parts eager and demanding.

“Hold your weird little bug horses, big boy. I'll fuck you when I’m good and ready.” Anonymous said, not wanting to admit how good and ready he was to fuck the little bug horse if only to retain a semblance of poise in the face of the other's tawdry provocations. He gripped them by the hips firmly, slowly leaning forward a bit more to ever so gradually tease his length into the changeling king only to pull back out to the very tip once more, resulting in a slow, cumulative, and slowly deepening penetration of the royal’s succulent rump.

Each fraction of an inch that the human delved deeper into the king made him chitter ever so softly in delight. The pace was slow, grueling even. For a creature such as him, made to copulate fast and hard and drain as much essence from his lover as quickly as possible, feeling the massive reservoir of lust the other had on the verge of bursting and immersing them both, only to be held back with the floodgates ever so gradually opened was a sensation that would drive a lesser example of his kindred to madness in short order.

Fortunately for the king, he was not such a lesser example. Indeed he was the greatest of all changelings! He would not simply lay back and allow himself to be taunted in such a manner.

His horn began to glow a powerful, sickly green, and Anonymous felt a tingling as his hips were enshrouded in that same light. He felt something grip them intangibly and force him to ram forward into his partner, causing a surprised, pleasured groan to escape from between his lips as he found himself buried balls deep in plush changeling rear.

“O-ohhhh fuck, that’s good. That Royal Bussy hits different...” he said as he slowly ground his hips into the other greedily.

Chrysalis seemed…unamused at best to have his near-legendary posterior, which had made kings beg and inspired poets uncounted, be referred to as a….”Bussy”, even a Royal one. But it seemed they were a stallion on a mission. A bit of strange, distasteful modern slang would not derail this male-on-male railing!

He quickly hid his mild distaste, chuckling in amusement as he responds by rolling his own hips in time with the other to drive their grinding motions against all of the right spots to make them both feel more pleasure. “Mhmhmhmhm, oh you silly little creature, you have not begun to grasp the gulf that separates me from the average drone, let alone that mammalian drivel you choose to associate with.”

The king grunted and pushed back harder, knocking Anonymous onto his ass and beginning to roughly, quickly bounce up and down his length in an impressive display of reverse cowgirl. Or perhaps cowbug in this case. Anonymous was having a hard time caring about the semantics on this one though, as the sight of that fat ass clapping around his length and rippling on every descent crashing down onto his hips was more than enough to occupy the brunt of his already painfully short attention span.

Even so, the jab against the ponyfolk did not go unnoticed. “Hey! The ponies are all pretty cool once you get to know them.” He said, mildly irritated, but not enough to refrain from assisting the other to hammer themselves up and down his massive cock by using his arms to help them along.

“I am sure you find them quite charming, but an oaf such as yourself simply lacks the refined palette to understand true quality unless it is dropped firmly in your lap.” The king said with a smirk, accentuating this with a particularly firm slam down onto the other's hips, swiveling his ass and squeezing down on his member deliciously, practically trying to milk it in a deliberate, insistent way that the changelings seemed to be so adept at. “Uhmmmpphh~...though it seems you are quite happy to appreciate it once it does, so I suppose I can at least give you that much praise.”

Anon wrapped his arms around the other’s waist as they come crashing down again, one hand sliding down to start stroking his slick, green member as he laid back and pulled the other down atop him. The king gave a small surprised noise at this but relaxed and allowed the other to have their way as the human began to hammer his cock in and out of them, pistoning roughly up into his receptive body. The action of his bucking causing his strokes to become rough and sloppy and deliciously accentuated.

“Mnnn, you are already giving me a lot more than praise, so I would hope some light complements wouldn't be a step too far for you,” he said teasingly as he started to properly get into the swing of things.

The human’s sudden change of pace drew a guttural, primally satisfied moan from deep within the changeling king, rippling from his throat in a deliciously dark, needy tone that sent a shiver up Anon’s spine in a wonderful way.

“Mnnn, and this is not the end of what I can give you…” The royal muttered almost needily, arching his back prettily and allowing himself to be ravished, soaking in every drop of lust the human was so eagerly pouring out for him to devour. He already felt so powerful, even the bouquet he had managed to juice from that upstart guard captain while disguised as his fiance could not compare to the deluge of debaucherous donations the changeling was devouring from their dominator.

“If you would accept your place within the hive, I could give you anything you desired. Power, riches, The body of any stallion you desired backed by the most prolific propagator of lechery in all of Equestria at your beck and call, ready to drain your fat primate balls dry at a moment’s notice…”

He leaned back a bit more, allowing his head to loll back and his eyes to meet those of his lover, giving his nose a playful lick with his long, forked tongue. “I Could make you my King Consort. With your fine genetics, the brood you produce with me will surely possess your…enhanced qualities, and paired with the prodigious magic changelings already possess, nothing would be able to stand in our way as we drown all of Equestria in an unending tidal wave of unquenchable desires…~”

Now, Anon would have to be a mighty big liar to say that his cock wasn’t rock fucking hard after having the king lay it all on the table for him like that. He hummed as if considering the offer, suddenly moving to roll atop the changeling, which they happily seemed to allow, spreading his hind legs invitingly to make his ass jut out just so for the other to continue.

Anon happily took the invitation to continue, the sound of flesh slapping flesh filling the room once more, accompanied by the steadily louder, more desperate moans of the changeling king squirming beneath him as he contemplated the offer. “Mnnn, that sounds very tempting and all, but uh…I don’t really think I need all of that. I’m pretty content with all of this top-shelf bug ass, to be honest.” he said, giving the other's rump a smack and a hearty squeeze making them squeal softly. “I mean, even without the whole shape-shifting thing you guys are kinda cute.”

Chrysalis did his best to look offended by this remark and failed miserably as the flush in his cheeks became brighter and more defined, spreading further across his muzzle. “I-I am the King of all changelings. I am Handsome, fearsome even! I am not fit to be referred to as….as c-cu-EEEEE!”

He let out a loud scree as his neck was bitten and the other started to lay into him more roughly, every smack of his pelvis against that wobbling, bouncing ass making the bed beneath them squeal satisfyingly. Anon whispered into his ear “Shhhh, now how can you expect me to not think you’re cute when you make noises like that for me, Chrissy~”

As the other took full control of the situation, the changeling could not help but melt into his touch as they were manhandled and rutted into the mattress like a cheap toy. Every thrust now drew a soft grunt from the royal which became progressively higher-pitched and airier with every pass on his ass.

Anon chuckled softly, muttering roughly into his ear “mphhh..you know what I think? I think if you really wanted all of that, you would have just used the ones I already bred to make your little superbugs. No, you don't want power, you want someone to take the power from you. To pin you down to this bed and turn your little ass inside out and breed you like the little bitch you are…”

Despite his heartfelt attempts to say something, anything to the contrary, the king found himself nodding along with this creature's assertions furiously, cries of “yes!” and “please” issuing sporadically and aimlessly from his mouth as he was slowly but surely overwhelmed by the other. They were all over him, their larger, stronger body pressing down on him oppressively, that potent, virile stench clogging his nostrils and fogging his mound, surrounding him as a tantalizing, mind rending miasma as the air grew heavy with the sounds and scent of their heated lovemaking.

The human continued to speak down to them impudently between heated grunts and pants “Mphhh….don’t worry, I’ll be sure to give you all of the fat, hot fucking monkey dick you can handle. An ass this good is way too much to pass up willy nilly. All you have to do…” he leaned in a bit closer, a hand wrapping around the other’s throat and eliciting an excited submissive squeal from them. “Is promise to be a good boy for me, and stop trying to take over Equestria. If you’ll be good for me, you can have as much as you want.”

Chrysalis was floored by the absolute balls on this creature, both metaphorical and literal. His jaw dropped at this proposition in utter shock, which was quite comical considering he was still getting railed into next week while all this was unfolding on his face. How…how dare this droll, strange brute creature make such outlandish demands of him. Just the thought of being a….a good boy, allowing himself to be tamed, domesticated was…

It was about the time Chrysalis was having vivid mental images of himself wearing a collar, being tugged down towards the human's crotch to service him, that the changeling king began to cum his everloving fucking brains out. All semblance of reason was lost for a few precious moments. Those few moments were all it took for the royal to find himself screaming “Yes, oh HIVE, yes, I-I’ll do whatever you say, just please BREED ME!”

This eager proclamation of obedience was more than enough stimulation to send Anon careening over the edge right alongside the other. He pushed deep into them, as deep as he could get to make sure not a drop would escape as his balls drew tight. He locked his lips to the open, panting, screaming maw of his lover as rope after thick, creamy rope of his seed pumped into his clenching, milking depths, pasting whatever passed for the creature's reproductive internals with his hot, potent virile seed.

As the changeling king felt his insides bloat and stretch slightly from the volume of the load, all he could think of was how beautiful their clutch would be as he faded into blissful unconsciousness.

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“And yeah, that’s basically how it happened.”

Anon smiled sheepishly as he looked up at Celestia, who sat on his throne, mouth agape at what he had just heard from the human. He managed to pick his jaw up off of the floor and regain some of his composure before speaking again. “So, you are telling me that you managed to reform King Chrysalis…”

“With my cock, yes. I’m going back next week to feed the hive again. As long as I keep them stocked up on lust and sling Chrissy that bomb ass dick once in a while, they seem pretty content to uh…not be a megalomaniacal menace bent on the assimilation of the entire Equestrian Continent.”

“Uh….huh…” Celestia could feel his eye twitch as he soaked this in, rubbing his temples with his hooves. “Well, I suppose this is an acceptable end result for your little…adventure. Did you at least learn anything?”

Anon smiled wider at the question, taking out a small scroll and unraveling it “Oh! I actually did have a written statement to that effect, thank’s for reminding me.” he said as he took out a pair of reading glasses and cleared his throat.

“-Ahem- Dear Prince Sunbutt, today I learned that you can, in fact, solve all of your problems by fucking them really hard until they pass out. I look forward to testing this new theory the next time one of Twilight’s dumbass little friends tries to pester me into some asinine errand I have no intention of helping them wi-Hey wait what are you doing!”

Anon protested indignantly as he found himself enshrouded by a powerful golden aura and tossed out of the throne room by a very unamused Celestia, who used that same magic to slam the doors behind him, chased by a decree of “Get the buck out of my castle before I send you to the sun for calling me Sunbutt again, you cretin.”

“Ah, you’re just big mad that I can get Cryssy to let me smash that gloriously incandescent flank and send you gross pictures of it. Oh! Speaking of which, if you get some pictures in the mail, they aren’t from me.”

This is met by an irritated, exasperated mix between a scream and a groan that shook the floors of the castle as Anon ran off screaming. Looks like Celly was going to be in one of his moods for a bit. Ah well, at least he had a nice comfy hidey-hole to crash in, with plenty of nice cozy heiny holes to smash in.

Author's Note

And there it is! Hope you all enjoy, I admittedly had a lot of fun writing this and wouldn't;t mind doing something along these lines again. ^^