Queen of the Crystal Empire

Chapter 4
Satisfaction

Your night is a mostly restless one, thanks to the inescapable feeling of being too warm, and the constant stream of fluids keeping you wet. At least being wet helps keep you cool. With a heavy, resigning sigh, you rip the covers away with your magic and look over tonight's growth. "Why be surprised," you think to yourself as you poke at your tender, melon-sized teats. You wince in response to your own touch. As you shake fatigue from yourself, you realize a new sensation has appeared— A feeling of being way too full, and not your stomach.

Your thick nipples leak a golden liquid you don't recognize, and for a brief moment you're gripped by the dread of seeing your body behave in an unexpected way. Hesitantly, you scoop a bit of the mystery fluid into your hooves and bring it up to your nose for a test smell. Inhaling the odor, it smells sickly sweet. Your long tongue slowly extends out for a taste, and just as your tongue makes contact, you hear a loud knock on your door, followed by Cadance quickly swinging it open with her magic.

Frantically, she exclaims, "Queen Chrysalis! Your changelings! They're ah—" She ends her sentence abruptly as she looks over at you in disbelief. Her jaw hangs open with the last syllable still hanging off the end, and without moving, closes the door behind her with her magic. Her nose scrunches up immediately after, "Ugh, it smells like an orgy in here."

You lay completely frozen in place, as if not moving will somehow make the situation disappear. There's no saving grace to be had here. Accepting your embarrassing fate, you make a plea to the princess, "Do not allow my changelings to see me in this state. I just need time to—" you begin as you look yourself over, unsure where to start, "figure out what has happened to me, and how to fix it." The audible winking coming from your hindquarters in the otherwise silent room causes you to bury your head in shame under a group of pillows.

A minute later, you feel a hoof rubbing your shoulder. Reluctantly, you pull your head out just enough to see Cadance standing beside you. She doesn't look as angry or disgusted as you expected. Instead, she laughs, "Don't worry, I won't tell anypony." Her gaze moves from your eyes to the lower half of your body where she lingers a bit too long at your partially engorged ovipositor, then moves to whatever is leaking from your teats. "Is this, uh... n-normal? Does this just happen sometimes?"

"No it isn't normal!" you shout, causing her to flinch. "Some cursed spell has done this," you allege as you regain composure. You wince in pain again as the movement reminds you that you're too full to move around. You look down at yourself in frustration, then at Cadance in anger, and finally melt into desperation. "I... I need help. I..." you start, and look away in shame before continuing at a near inaudible level, "I need to be milked."

Cadance snorts, which causes you to whip your head back around at her in anger. She steps back, "Sorry! I didn't mean to laugh, it's just that... well, when I heard of your visit, I didn't think it'd go anything like... this." She bows her head to you and says in what you can only assume is her most practiced regal tone, "I am sorry to have offended you. That was not my inten—"

"I'm not so soft that I need your apologies and concern, Princess. What I need is for you to fix this!"

Cadance lifts her head, "Right, good. Just, wait there." You frown at her and she heads back towards the door. Once there, she gives some commands to the guards. "I need 5—" she begins before looking back at you, "10 one-gallon glass jars. Drop them off at this door, knock, and then order the other guards to distance themselves from Chrysalis's room." She turns back to head to you again, then rolls her eyes and turns back around. "Shining Armor is the strongest, most handsome stallion in Equestria."

This time you're the one to snort laugh as Cadance turns around once more and trots towards you. "Strongest, most handsome stallion in all of Equestria?" you repeat in a mocking tone.

"Yeah... It was Shining's idea to give everyone their own code-phrases, in case a changeling tried to steal one of our forms." She blushes, but still smirks at you before saying, "He chose phrases he thought you would never say."

"So it is possible for him to do something intelligent," you say as you tap your chin with a hoof.

"He has his moments," Cadance replies as she comes to a stop near the edge of your bed. "The guards will be back soon."

An awkward silence fills the air as you tap your hoof against your opposite foreleg in anticipation. Cadance is trying her best to not make her curiosity obvious, but it's not working at all. "Do you have some questions on your mind, pervert?" You grin at the embarrassed princess. If you can turn your own embarrassment onto her, perhaps it will be more tolerable.

She scratches the back of her neck with her hoof and looks up at nothing in particular, "Well, since you offered, what is... I mean, the... thing. Sprouting from your, uh, backside."

You cross your forelegs and rest your head atop them, "Oh?" With a light buck of your hips, you cause your ovipositor to flop up into your swollen teats. Wet slaps echo through the room as you repeat the motion with each sentence, "Do you mean my egg depositor? My mare incubator creator? My stallion breaker?" It increases in size and rigidity with each subsequent slap. Your smile grows as her face flushes red. You're back in your position of comfort— toying with ponies. "How entertaining," you think to yourself with satisfaction.

"I-I see..." the flustered princess stutters. "What about that... odd fluid? It doesn't appear to be milk," she asks as she points a hoof at your leaking teats.

Honestly, you're not completely sure yourself, but you weren't about to tell her that; it would ruin your smug aura. "Changelings wouldn't survive well on milk," you state bluntly as you try to come up with something plausible. "This," you begin and you press a hoof into the side of a teat, causing fluid to squirt out in multiple streams, "is what they need." It makes sense in your mind. Why would you produce something that would be useless to a changeling? "It tastes as sweet as love," you say as you chuckle, "care to sample some?"

"You don't mind?"

... What?

Cadance breathes heavily and drools slightly, "I always act in a manner of royal decorum with visiting dignitaries. I can't insult them with less," she states as her breathing grows more erratic. She wipes a bit of drool from her face with the back of her hoof before continuing, "But if you're fine with it, then we can do away with all of that pretentious trite and be ourselves."

Your smile drops. That wasn't embarrassment before, this love-crazed lunatic was holding back a torrent of lust! Before you can actually form a response, she's leaning down towards your sensitive teats, eyes burning with passion.

Her open maw stops just short of touching you, and you feel her hot breath as she pants heavily near your bare flesh. You bite your lower lip in anticipation. You should object, but.... Your winking grows more intense at the subtle stimulation, and your ovipositor flexes gently with each pussy contraction.

After a few moments of this, you begin feeling frustrated. Cadance grins and looks over at you, "Sorry. I had to tease you a bit as payback for all the teasing you've been doing. Let's dispose of the pretense." She turns back to your nipple and uses her tongue to slowly graze the very tip, taking a taste of your golden fluids. Your stomach flinches involuntarily at the sensation each time, which makes your fleshy tits jiggle. Cadance licks her lips, "Mmmm... That is pretty good. It's really sweet, but it doesn't taste like ordinary sugar." Saliva drips in long strands from her tongue as it reaches out once more towards your nipple. Once her tongue makes contact, her eyes close, and she uses it to guide her mouth around the rest of your thick, hardening nipple.

You can feel your tit get sucked partially into her mouth, and she swirls her tongue around your nipple as she gently bites down with her lips. There's visible and audible gulping every few seconds, and she moans lightly each time she takes a new breath. Her head presses against your hind leg, and you lift it up out of her way to give her better access. Without hesitation, she presses into your soft mound with increased vigor. The room fills with the sounds of the suckling princess, and soon enough your own gentle moans join the chorus. Your head flops down against the bed as you simply enjoy the sensations; both the sexual stimulation and the pressure relief in your tit. Just as you begin to hope she switches to the other one soon, she does so, as if reading your thoughts. You let out an even louder moan, then let out a slow breath that transforms into a gentle chuckle.

You lift your head and look down on the pony stuck to your tit, "The princess of love, feasting on the evil queen like her newborn foal." You reach down and gently rub under her cheek with your hoof, and in turn she looks up at you with pleasure-filled eyes. Your heart begins to beat like a war drum, and if not for the hard chitin protecting your chest you're sure it would be visibly pulsing. Every pony you've ever been with has been controlled with magic against their will. Perhaps it's the saturation of love that's causing these cursed feelings, but being submitted to willingly feels like something entirely new. She closes her eyes once more and redoubles her efforts, causing you to fall flat against the bed and arch your back in pleasure. This pink pony princess is going to put every prior experience you've had to shame.

The wet sucking sounds cease as Cadance pulls her drenched face away from your teats. The leaking has slowed substantially, and they're no longer aching nearly as badly as before. She doesn't even bother attempting to clean herself off before speaking, "I hope that made you feel better. We can finish when the jars arrive."

You're so busy writhing in bliss that you hardly register that she's speaking to you, but you finally reply, "Oh, yes. You are talented indeed, Princess." A stupid smile spreads across your face as you laugh like a drunken fool, "Shining Armor must be an extremely happy stallion." You open one eye to look over at Cadance and see she looks very pleased with herself. "I made a horrible mistake, didn't I?"

You can see that she isn't sure what to make of that, and simply asks, "Oh?"

"Yes, I should have replaced Shining Armor at that wedding and married you instead."

She smirks at your bad flirting and responds, "I'm not sure you could keep up with me, Chryssi."

Chryssi? Before you can respond, a loud knock at the door echoes through the room, causing you both to jump.