Provocative Promotion

Kryo pulled a silken pair of panties up her legs and past her knees before slipping from the mattress to slip the undergarment over her waist. She shivered as the soft fabric caressed her groin, nestling into the cleft of her tush and conforming to her nethers like a second skin. The article fit her perfectly, as did the rest of her uniform, yet the comfort it afforded gave her little solace.

Things hadn’t always been like this. Less than a month prior, she’d been a proud Captain of her, then his hive, but that felt like a lifetime ago. When she’d been summoned by her Queen, she’d been elated. Thoughts of becoming a royal praetorian, the personal guard of the illustrious Matriarch, had consumed her since she was but a small grub - sadly, after meeting with her ruler, she’d discovered that Chrysalis had other plans for her.

Though the ignorant ponies of Equestria were unaware of it, there were several changeling hives scattered throughout the continent. As the centuries passed, each enclave of shapeshifters grew - as each enclave grew, they required additional supervision. Though Chrysalis was unwilling to relinquish overt control over the outposts, she did realize that her splinter swarms required some direct oversight - as such, she’d deigned fit to appoint none other than Kryo as her first Princess.

As a soldier, Kryo had been a formidable stallion. His devotion had been unshakable, his martial prowess was unchallenged, and his cunning was beyond reproach, yet those traits were hardly fitting to serve as a proxy for Chrysalis. The Queen demanded that her direct subordinates were reflections of herself, regardless of their original sex and gender, so she’d taken steps to ensure her goals were ultimately met.

Kryo had only vaguely understood her motives, but he’d unquestioningly agreed to serve her and fulfill his role to the best of his abilities. Chrysalis’ first order was simply to imbibe a vial of liquid, retire to his room for the night, then return in the morning. He’d downed the contents in the blink of an eye, smiling after handing the emptied bottle to her, and saluted her before seeing himself out of the throne room; little did he know, his fate had been sealed in that moment.

She crossed his chamber and stopped before a standing mirror beside her vanity, staring at her reflection with a halfhearted smile. The muscles she’d spent a lifetime building were gone, her lustrous, azure mane cascaded over her back and nearly reached her rump, and a pair of small but respectable breasts sat on her chest, causing the smallest bulge to slowly appear from beneath her panties. She’d be lying if she said some part of her didn’t adore what she’d become, having had her masculinity stripped away and replaced by delicately feminine features, although that would hardly make her task that day any easier.

Glancing over to her bedside clock, she cursed under her breath and rushed to finish dressing herself. While her physical metamorphosis had transpired over the course of a single night, her training had lasted the better part of three months. Sequestered from her former soldiers, placed under the direct, grueling tutelage of Queen Chrysalis herself, she’d been broken and reforged from a weapon of war to a regal, ladylike mare befitting of her title.

If she was being honest, the training she’d received to become a Princess had been as or more difficult than the drills she’d suffered through to join the guard. She’d had to learn how to smoothly walk in heels, how to speak properly, and how to present herself around others like a proper mare would. Some aspects of her education had come naturally, due in part to the change of her voice and her fresh, willowy build, yet other parts had been much harder to pick up and retain.

She peeked downward, past her perky little tits and to the little bump in her panties, and swallowed hard. Her little soldier, once considerably large and quite hefty, was a mockery of its former self. As if having the size of her endowment reduced to a little more than a nub, with her balls withered to a delicate coin purse and her stallionhood shriveled to a whopping inch when fully erect, hadn’t been jarring enough, Chrysalis had insisted that the only way she could pleasure herself was like a mare.

As she reflexively glanced back and beneath her bed, seeing the box she concealed her small trove of sex-toys in, her heart fluttered. Though it pained her to admit it, she’d grown quite fond of using her ass and playing with her bosoms to get off. Darned if she knew if the potion she’d imbibed had affected her prostate, since she’d never considered putting anything in her backside prior to her metamorphosis, but the sensation of fingering or plowing herself had quickly shifted from a begrudging chore to a shameful pastime.

“Darn it,” she cursed, shaking the lustful thoughts from her mind and forcing herself to focus.

Fixating on the task at hand, taking care to mind the time, she finished dressing herself and checked her reflection one last time. Her uniform was, as always, immaculate. A short, turquoise dress clung to her frame, complimenting her figure, hair, and glimmering eyes, while she turned to peek at her back. The stiletto heels on her feet had taken some time to adjust to, with many days of cursing and nearly breaking her ankles, yet she’d eventually acclimated to moving about effortlessly in them.

She crossed to the exit of her chamber, closed her eyes, and drew a deep breath to steady herself, genuinely unsure of how well or poorly her morning would go. Despite having been removed from the barracks months prior, she still had one final obligation to fulfill with the soldiery - formally acknowledging the new Captain and relinquishing her post. If she was lucky, she’d be able to slip into the guard’s quarters, do her duty, and leave before anyone made a fuss, but that was a big, big if.

Through the winding corridors of the keep she strutted, the sound of her clicking heels echoing as she went. Issuing her formal resignation would have been easy, had regulation not required her to do so in person, yet that wasn’t the case. Rules were rules, and though she held a relatively high office, second only to Queen Chrysalis herself, she was no exception to following them. Strolling along, ignoring the few drones she passed on her way, she felt her pulse quicken when she exited the castle and neared the casern.

The hive’s guard were exceptional at their job, tirelessly protecting the brood and their Queen, but they weren’t without faults. Each soldier was drilled mercilessly, with their stallionly impulses not only condoned but rewarded, so she was well-aware that she may be stopped and questioned. It was rare for a mare to wander near the barracks, let alone enter them, but that’s exactly what she had to do.

The shrill whistle of a catcall caught her ear and caused her to lift her gaze. Sure enough, one of the sentries posted outside the garrison had spotted her, straightening at his post as she approached the gate. In spite of feeling her cheeks darken from embarrassment, willing herself not to smile or wave at him, she continued onward and past the armored figure - at least she attempted to, before his halberd lowered before her and brought her to an abrupt halt.

“You lost, little missy?” he hummed, his eyes flicking from her chest to her rear.

She cleared her throat and turned to face him, undeterred by the dubiously necessary interruption. “I’m here to speak with the Captain.”

Straightening slightly, he shifted and peaked a brow. “Why? Did he forget the lunch you packed for him?”

Kryo opened her mouth to reply, yet she remained silent for a moment. “O…official business from Queen Chrysalis,” she stammered, flashing her letter of resignation and praying the guard wouldn’t ask to inspect it.

Hearing the Queen’s name spoken so boldly, he started. “My apologies, Ma’am,” he began, withdrawing his poleaxe, “he should be in the fifth barracks; it’s the last building down on the right.”

“Thank you,” she quaintly responded, folding the paper while she walked past him.

If she’d been Captain - when she’d been Captain, she would have berated him for letting a random mare pass so easily, yet she only felt relief. All she wanted to do was slip in, hand in her resignation, salute the new Captain, and depart without incident - nothing more, nothing less. It was strange - while once she’d been honored to be a part of the soldiery, and an officer at that, she was almost fearful to be among the big, muscular, intimidating drones.

The physical transformation she’d endured had been shocking enough in and of itself, but she was still adjusting to the psychological changes she’d undergone. She couldn’t explain exactly how the potion had altered her mind, but she’d started viewing stallions differently. Studs, particularly the burly variety who served as guards, were more intimidating than they’d ever been when she had been a soldier - to make matters worse, she’d found herself having lustful thoughts about being used by them.

Much to her mercy, ignoring a handful of inquisitive and lustful looks of troops she passed, she made it to her destination without incident - regrettably, her luck ran out as soon as she entered the fifth barracks. The guards occupied ten structures, each with an identical, cavernous layout that the warriors dwelled within, so it came as no shock to find nearly a dozen large, burly drones staring at her when she entered the fifth structure. She kept her eyes to the ground and kept walking, keenly aware that she was being gawked at, until she nearly ran face first into an absolute mountain of flesh.

“E…excuse me,” she sputtered, stepping to the side only to be cut off when the drone mirrored her movements.

“Either the Queen has finally decided to send us some real entertainment,” a low, gravely voice chuckled, “or I think someone’s looking for a coltfriend…”

The blood in her veins ran cold, a pit formed in her stomach, and a bead of sweat formed on her brow, instantly recognizing who she’d just bumped into. Slowly, reluctantly, telling herself that she may be mistaken, she lifted her chin and peeked up at the brute looming over her. Her fears were immediately made manifest, seeing Tarsis smugly grin down at her.

Of all the changelings to encounter in the camp, Tarsis had to be one of the worst. There were perilously few drones who she’d considered as rivals when she’d been a member of the guard, but he was one of them. Tall and powerfully built, with a cunning to match his impressive brawn, the stallion was a pillar of masculinity and one of the few drones she resentfully admired. Had she not bested him in a series of duels, he would have been promoted to Captain over her.

She glanced down to his chest and swallowed hard, seeing the sigil of her former rank emblazoned on his uniform. Though she fully acknowledged that he deserved the position, their personalities had clashed ever since boot camp. While she’d preferred subterfuge and covert tactics, he was a champion of the direct, messy approach to operations. Licking her lips, feeling her mouth go dry, she shakily lifted a hand and pointed to his office at the far end of the chamber.

“M…may I speak to you in your office?” she murmured.

“You need some privacy to suck him off?” one of the guards laughed, resulting in the drones bursting into a fit of laughter.

Tarsis shifted in place and silenced the mirthful, wholly unprofessional troops with but a baleful glance, before his eyes swept back to the shivering mare before him. “Considering I don’t have the slightest idea who you are or how you got past the gate, you can say whatever you have to say right here, Miss…?”

The sudden turn couldn’t have been more unfortunate. Not only had her nemesis become the Captain, but she’d just been instructed to fulfill her final duty as a soldier in front of a squadron of warriors. As Tarsis took the proffered paper from her hand, she clicked her heels together and snapped a crisp salute. She may no longer be expected to serve with a sword and shield, but she wasn’t about to disrespect the institution that ensured the safety and security of the hive.

“Sir,” she shouted, her feminine voice reverberating throughout the structure’s interior, “it is with the greatest honor that I relinquish my post and ask to be formally dismissed, Sir!”

She held her breath and didn’t budge a muscle, the deafening silence ringing in her ears. All he had to do was dismiss her by returning her salute, then she could scurry away with her tail tucked. The room was so silent that she could hear a pin drop, yet she kept her eyes forward with her hand pressed to her brow.

Tarsis scrunched his snout, unfolded the paper, and read over the message. As he looked up in disbelief, his eyes going wide, Kryo suppressed a shiver. She’d intentionally avoided mentioning her name, if only to prevent causing a scene, so the Captain’s reaction filled her with dread - nevertheless, she held her ground as the immense drone’s shock transformed before her eyes. With a smug grin splitting his features, the titan wheeled around.

“Ten-hut!” Taris bellowed, prompting the guards to drop what they were doing and fall in line at attention. He gave the briefest glance over his shoulder at the newly minted Princess, before marching forward and down the ranks. “Alright, maggots, I was going to have you run drills, but it seems like the Queen has something more important for us to do…”

All Kryo could do was hold steady and try not to shake in her heels. There was no way this wasn’t going to end poorly for her, yet she couldn’t fathom what the Captain was going to do. As she held her salute, doing her damnedest not to look at the two rows of troops, she wished for nothing more than to flee.

Only stopping when he’d reached the end of the column of drones, Tarsis turned on his heel. “Former Captain Kryostase,” he began, his fangs glimmering behind his curled lips, “you are not relieved of duty - at least not yet…”

All formality in the room shattered, as the soldiers all turned and gawked at the feminized changeling in their midst. Kryo’s face went beet red, she broke into a sweat, and she felt like her heart may burst through her chest - still, she didn’t flinch. It was as plain as day that her replacement had plans for her, and her instincts pleaded for her to break tradition and flee, yet she didn’t - she couldn’t.

Try as she might, irrespective of the new life she’d taken, the ingrained lessons from the academy and her military training dictated she finish things properly. Until she was excused, she wasn’t going anywhere. She shifted ever so slightly when the Captain reversed course, stomped over to her, and leaned forward.

With his muzzle mere inches from her snout, he squinted. “Isn’t it customary to give a final inspection?”

“Sir, y…yes Sir!” she bleated, unable to hide the quaver from her voice.

“And since you’re a Princess now, wouldn’t that require a bit of extra scrutiny?” Tarsis added with a devilish twinkle in his eyes.

“S…Sir,” she croaked on the verge of panic, “the I’m not aware of any -”

“Quiet!” Taris barked, silencing her. “The quicker you shut those dick-sucking lips of yours, the quicker I’ll be able to dismiss your scrawny…” he trailed off, leaning to the side and peering down at her backside. “Heh ~ I was going to say I would dismiss your scrawny ass, but it looks like you’ve got a little extra cushion for the pushin’. Been keeping up with those squats ~ eh?”

As impossible as it sounded, she felt her blush deepen. “Sir?”

He reared back and locked eyes with her, his amusement shifting to displeasure. “Only been gone for a few months and you’ve already forgotten how things work around here? First and foremost, you’ll address yourself by your rank, Princess - secondly, I asked you a question.”

“Sir!” she sharply responded, straightening up, “the Princess has a daily regimen of squats, cycling, and other leg exercises, S…Sir!”

Tarsis snickered and extended an arm, his thick, calloused fingers gliding up the back of her thigh and under her dress. “I can see that, Princess. Gotta say, I’ve met a few mares who’d be jealous of an ass like this.”

Kryo trembled, her pucker seizing upon itself at the Captain’s touch, but he wasn’t done with her yet - not by a long shot. Stepping forward and all but pressing his chest to her nose, further imparting the disparity of their sizes, he gave her tush an experimental squeeze. As if being casually groped by a stallion wasn’t mortifying enough, the fact that the drone was doing so in front of a unit of soldiers made the situation all the more degrading.

“I think those glutes get a pass,” Tarsis rumbled, lifting his head and sniffing her mane. “Perfume - oh yeah, that’s a pass.”

Though she fully understood what he’d said, and felt him release her rump, she found herself appreciating just how incredible he smelled. Like distilled virility, the scent of fresh sweat and hard-worked muscle flooded her sinuses, sending blood to the last place she wished for it to go. Sensing her pitiful colthood struggling against its lacy confines, dewing and smearing the undergarment with a drop of pre-cum, she nearly trailed after him when he took a large step back.

“Princess,” the Captain snickered, barely able to contain himself, “present arms…”

“I…Sir?” Kryo rasped.

“Princess, if you don’t hike that dress this instant, I’ll have these fine soldiers do it for you,” Tarsis flatly replied, lifting his arms and waving at the troops flanking him.

She should have left, excused herself and reported the officer for his insubordinate order to Queen Chrysalis, but she didn’t - no, she broke her salute, lowered her arms, and clutched the hem of her dress. No matter how she tried to justify her actions, reminding herself that she was simply following a command, she couldn’t address the heady cocktail of trepidation and excitement surging within her. She’d had no intention of showing herself off to anyone, let alone a bunch of grunts, yet a sliver of her subconscious yearned to display what she’d become.

As her dress crept upward and over her panties, the room exploded. Many soldiers stifled their laughter, some openly guffawed, and a small number stood in slack-jawed silence, but each and every one stared at her nethers. She wasn’t sure what was more shameful, the fact that she’d done as the Captain had asked or that her humiliation was gradually overtaken by arousal. Her eyes flicked between each of the well-built drones, realizing that she wasn’t the only one who was a bit excited.

“Dude, she’s wet!” one of the guards remarked, causing her to peer down at herself.

It was only then that she understood just how aroused she’d become. Her underwear was positively drenched; one of the more unforeseen side effects of her transformation was that, much like a real mare, she started to leak when she got turned on. Feeling her pucker seize upon itself, barely able to keep her tail from flagging, she yelped with Tarsis’ hand shot forward and cupped her groin.

“Hmmmph ~” the Captain huffed, nonchalantly rubbing his palm against her meager package, “that’s either a clit under there or the smallest prick this side of Canterlot.”

“I…it’s not that small,” she meekly attempted to defend herself, grinding her thighs together and fighting the urge to buck her hips.

Tarsis withdrew and crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing her face all the while. “Pull those panties down, Princess. It’s not an inspection if I don’t take a look at your weapon.”

For the second time over a span of minutes, she obliged. Even if she’d wanted to leave, there was a very real chance that the troops would keep her from leaving - a notion that filled her with terrified glee. Each and every drone in the room was large and strong enough to overpower her without the slightest bit of effort, so she took the only reasonable course of action. With her dress held in one hand, she twisted in place and drew her panties down her waist.

She’d thought the soldiers’ reaction to seeing her panties had been humiliating, but that had just been a warmup. The drones around her closed in around her, with a few going so far as to squat down to have a better look at her goods, while they whistled and chuckled to themselves. It was at that moment, surrounded and trapped, that she became aware of the room’s tone shifting.

Moments prior, the troops had viewed her as a joke, a bawdy parody of a guard - now their lustful eyes, sinful whispers, and the amorous scent of their welling libidos sang to her. They may not ever consider her any sort of warrior, but that made sense - she wasn’t a warrior anymore, she was a Princess. She started and nervously looked up at the captain, hearing him clear his throat, while pre-cum dripping from her little nub of a dick.

“That’s cute -” Tarsis mused, deftly unbuttoning his pants, “that’s really cute, but that won’t ever pass for a spear.” He nodded down at himself as he unzipped his fly, allowing the front of his slacks to fall open. “This is a real spear…”

Mere moments after the word passed his lips, just as he pulled his boxers and pants downward, his stallionhood flopped into view. Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth watered, and the smallest gout of pre gushed from her prick, when she finally saw what the Captain was packing. Coal black at the base, his immense shaft transitioned into a vivid green at its broad, battering ram-like head. She’d always assumed he was packing some serious heat, but she wouldn’t have fathomed he’d been smuggling around a weapon of mass destruction!

Inching closer and pressing the tip of his cock to her nub, Tarsis chuckled. “Tell me, what is that little thing you have there?”

“M…my cock?” she unsurely answered, knowing his question had to be some sort of trap.

“That ain’t a cock - that’s a clit,” the Captain hastily corrected her, slapping his respectively gargantuan tool against her nub of a prick. “Cocks don’t hide in panties, cocks aren’t smaller than a foal’s colthood, and cocks definitely don’t leak like a busted faucet, so I’m going to ask you again ~ what’s that little thing you have there?”

Kryo peered down at her groin, astonished by the disparity of their sizes. “It’s m…my clit…”

“That’s right,” he hummed, “and don’t you forget it…” Remaining where he stood, his pants and underwear falling around his ankles, he flexed his pelvis and sent blood flowing into his cock. “It’s been a while since he’s had a good polishing. Seeing as how you don’t have much to brag about yourself, get down there and give him a nice spit-shine.”

She immediately sank into a deep squat, her body reacting to his command before she’d fully comprehended what he’d said, and reached for his crotch. His endowment was even more impressive up close, at least a foot long and thicker than her wrist, but it wasn’t the only thing that caught her eye. Nearly as big as her fist, the twin cum-tanks that were his plump, meaty balls had to be full of enough seed to knock up a mare several times over.

The jeers and sultry, depraved comments around her grew faint, as she shuffled forward and brought her muzzle to his equipment. She’d wondered if Chrysalis’ tutelage was what had led to her interest in stallions or if it had simply tapped some suppressed part of her subconscious - whatever the case, her self-control waned. As she pressed her snout to the thick folds of flesh between his shaft and his nuts, breathing deeply of his musk, her thoughts grew clouded.

Extending her tongue and drawing it up his length, coating her taste buds in the salty, strong flavor of his unwashed flesh, she softly groaned. The flavor of his stallionhood was just as impressive as his natural bouquet, giving her all the inspiration she needed to continue. While it would have been nice to have him in a bedroom, somewhere that she could privately indulge him, the audience cramped around her made the situation all the more engaging.

“Don’t forget the squad,” Tarsis tutted. “A Princess like you should keep their morale up ~ ya know?”

Their morale! How in the heavens could she have forgotten about their morale? Looking to her left and right, seeing that several of the drones had dropped their pants alongside their Captain, she extended her arms to her side. She was a Princess, it was only right that she ensure the big, strong guards who laid their lives on the line for the hive well-tended to and as content as they could be - if they weren’t, what kind of royal would she be?

“I can’t believe she used to be an officer!”

“Just look at that little prick of hers! I swear I’ve seen mares with clits larger than that!”

“My little brother’s got a bigger dick and he’s half her age!”

“You think she’ll start fingering herself?”

“I bet she can’t even use two fingers to stroke that little thing - I mean, it’s so small!”

“It’s almost offensive to think she used to be called a stallion, but she makes a damn cute mare!”

The onslaught of demeaning diatribe from the troops should have cut her to the quick, but it did anything but. Though much of what the drones said could be considered hurtful on a superficial level, their enthusiasm to be near her and just how hard their stallionhoods were was a testament to their true feelings. Each and every drone was or was getting hard, a few had started stroking themselves off, and their arousal was so intoxicatingly strong that it nearly made her drunk. While many seemed reluctant to admit it, they actually liked her.

Tarsis’ fingers weaved through her mane and gently pulled her head back, while he grasped the root of his tool and brought it to her lips. “Come on, it ain’t gonna suck itself.”

She would have been content to lavish his package with her tongue, yet the prospect of choking herself on his length proved too much to bear. Keeping her eyes on his face, she filled her lungs, relaxed her throat, and lazily drove her face forward. As much as she would have liked to wantonly swab her throat, this wasn’t about what she wanted - it was about pleasing the real stallions in the room.

An integral part of her training had been that her sexual gratification should only be derived from pleasing others. It had taken some getting used to, being harshly punished whenever she so much as reached for her diminutive prick, but she’d acclimated to her servile role at a staggering rate. Servicing stallions with her mouth or ass, while ensuing the show she put on rivaled the skill of her gullet or pucker, was more than enough to leave her completely and utterly satiated with carnal affairs.

With Tarsis lightly bucking into her face, she stroked a girthy cock in each hand. The experience was like nothing she’d ever had before, quite literally an assault on her senses. Everywhere she looked was a needy, twitching stallionhood, practically begging for her attention, but there was only so much she could do. Though her tender p-spot ached and her prick wept to the floor, she leveled every ounce of her sensual might at the soldiers around her.

As the seconds crept by, each of the drones grew increasingly eager for part of the action. Tarsis held the base of her skull, steadily plowing her muzzle and plumbing the depths of her gullet, while the other stallions jockeyed for positions and began bickering with one another. To be the center of their attention, nearly fought over by the band of burly brutes, was more electrifying than it had any right to be - that was until things came to an abrupt and jarring halt. The moment one of the soldiers shoved past the Captain, knocking the officer off his rhythm, all eroticism drained from the room.

“I don’t remember telling any of you bastards you could start playing grabass!” Tarsis roared, prompting the guards to freeze in place. “You,” he growled, peering down at the femcolt nearly choking on his length, “keep sucking me off. And you pansies,” he growled, scowling at the drones, “unrack one of those bunks and bring it over. I was considering letting you miserable pieces of chitin blow off some steam with her, but now you only get to watch.”

Though the order clearly struck a nerve, the drones bit back their derision and did as they’d been told. Each and every soldier backed away, giving the Captain and the Princess a wide berth, while a pair freed the top portion from a bunk and carried it to the middle of the floor. Kryo was a bit disappointed to have her spontaneous and admittedly shameful bit of fun brought to an end, but she knew there was only one thing the bed was going to be used for.

Looking around himself and over to the mattress, Tarsis snorted. “Alright, here’s how we’re going to do this,” he grumbled, continuing to lightly rut the Princess’ muzzle. “Sergeant, help me out with our little guest.”

A particularly hulking drone stepped forward and saluted. It only took her a second to realize the muscular stud hadn’t been one of the stallions she’d jacked off, because he was easily rocking the biggest dick in the room. As long as her arm and just as thick, drooping toward the floor under its immense weight, the junior officer’s endowment outshone even the captain’s formidable member.

She turned her head and watched the goliath stoop down behind her, finding it nearly impossible not to gawk at his package. As the Captain stepped back and freed her maw, leaving strands of saliva and pre-cum connecting her lips to the head of his cock, she was effortlessly lifted from the ground and trundled off to the bed. While she had some vague idea of what they had planned for her, it would have been impossible for her to guess the specifics of their spontaneous scheme.

Landing with a resounding Pomf atop the padded surface, she looked up and back as the Captain came to stand at the head of the bed. Situated as she was, lying lengthwise on the mattress, there were any number of things either officer could do to her. As she played with her hands, seeing the Sergeant come to rest near her feet, she glanced between the pair of officers.

“Princess, this is Sergeant Lance,” Tarsis explained, waving at the goliath standing at ease opposite himself. “Considering he’s the most capable drone in this building, other than myself, I suppose he’s gonna be the one claiming that cute little ass of yours.”

“O…ok,” Kryo breathed.

“But before we start,” the Captain added, bending forward at the waist, “lift your arms for me.”

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she complied and raised her arms toward him. His fingers hooked around the shoulder straps of her dress, delicately pulling the garment up and off her willowy frame and leaving her body laid bare. The troops enthusiastically murmured amongst themselves, with many licking their chops as they gazed at her modest bosoms, fanning the flames of her passion.

She was about to get spit-roasted in front of a dozen virile stallions, but she was too wound up to care - if anything, the audience elevated her desires! While it was true that she’d played with herself on many occasions, and that Chrysalis had toyed with him more times than he could count, she hadn’t been intimate with anyone other than the Queen since her metamorphosis. Wriggling up the bed, bringing her head off the end of the mattress, she tenderly caressed the Captain’s hips as she lifted and splayed her legs.

“I would say it’s sad to see a stallion fall so far, but you’re not even a stallion - hell, I doubt you ever were,” Tarsis snickered, slapping the femcolt’s open muzzle with his cock. “If you want this, how about you beg for it like the good little bitch Princess you are.”

“Please,” she whimpered, her face driven from side to size by the colossal shaft slapping back and forth against her muzzle, “I w…want it!”

Lifting his gaze, Tarsis nodded at the Sergeant. “And what about him? He might not talk much, and he’s new to the unit, but I’m sure he’d appreciate you telling him who you really are.”

Kryo shifted her attention down her body and to the giant crawling onto the bed, invitingly holding her knees apart and giving him an unfettered view of her winking backdoor, little coin purse, and turgid nub of a prick. “I am - was the Captain, but Queen Chrysalis m…made me a Princess.”

“Tell him what you want him to do,” the Captain intoned.

She lowered her hands and prized her buns apart, spreading her hole for the giant inching nearer. “I’m n…no good as a stallion, so please make me your mare.”

The pair of studs paused and smirked at one another, getting into position and bringing their impressive endowments to bear. If they wanted her to beg, she’d beg - if they asked for her to debase herself, she’d do so without question. She could scarcely believe that she was presenting herself in such a slatternly fashion, but she couldn’t have cared less. After what she’d endured, having seen the effect she’d had on the stallions and endured their teasing, she wanted - no, needed them to use her.

Tarsis gingerly clutched the back of her head and pushed her forward, ensuring she was looking down at Lance. “I’m gonna rut you soon enough, but I want you to watch him fuck what little masculinity you have left out of you…”

Taking the cue, Lance shuffled forward on his knees, grabbed her calves, and lifted her lower half upward. The sergeant was easily the biggest bug in the room, and his endowment reflected it. Draped over her groin, his monolithic length made her clit look even smaller than usual. Having shifted his hips forward and back, lubricating his stallionhood with her pre-cum, he rocked back and brought the tip of his shaft between her thighs and into the cleft of her plush rear.

As the blunt head of his cock kissed her quivering entrance, her heart skipped a beat. Though she routinely cleaned and lubed her ass first thing every morning, ensuring she was ready at a moment’s notice that she was ready for one of Chrysalis’ surprise drills, she hoped her preparations would be enough for him. She slowly exhaled when he began applying pressure, doing everything in her power to keep herself from tensing up, until he tensed and hauled her to himself.

Simultaneously thrusting his hips and wrenching her legs to either side of his hips, he crammed nearly the entirety of his monolithic shaft into her. The intrusion was so swift and merciless that it took her a second to realize the full extent of his merciless thrust. Bolts of pleasure shot through her frame, thin, impotent seed spurted from her worthless prick, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Quite literally in the blink of an eye, hitting her like a bolt from the blue, she climaxed just from the penetration.

“Before you start moaning like a mare in heat,” Tarsis muttered, easing her head back as he brought his dick to bear, “open your mouth.”

With only the Captain’s swollen, cum-heavy balls to look at, Kryo closed her eyes, opened her muzzle, and lolled out her tongue. Tarsis wasted no time in plunging into her snout, while Lance began steadily plowing her lifted rump. If there was a more perfect position for her to be in, she couldn’t think of it. She was locked between two absolutely adonic stallions, both her ass and throat filled to capacity, and she couldn’t be happier.

She could virtually feel the vestiges of her old life slipping through her fingers, subsumed by what she’d been all along but only recently come to accept. It was funny and a bit sad that she’d ever considered herself a stallion or a guard, because she couldn’t fathom how anything could be better than rolling on her back and spreading her legs for a true stud. As she rhythmically clenched her backside, milking the Sergeant on his backstrokes, she drew breaths when the Captain allowed.

Though Chrysalis had used strap-ons on her before, the cool lengths of silicone couldn’t compare to the genuine article. Every vein and ridge along the drone’s shafts, the aroma of the stallion’s loins, the heat radiating through her throat and into her abdomen - each and every facet was wondrous beyond compare. Though she left her teeny little prick completely neglected, and despite having had an orgasm less than a minute ago, she could sense herself nearing a second release.

It didn’t take her long to unleash her full potential, putting her limbs and tongue to use. As she caressed Tarsis’ thighs and aided his thrusts, mopping his pistoning length with her lips, she locked her ankles around Lance’s pounding hips and flexed her legs. She may have been a hopeless bottom, but she wasn’t about to let the gargantuan soldiers screw her like a limp, useless rag-doll!

“Holy shit, he - I mean she’s really getting into it!”

“Lucky bastards having all the fun. I wish I had rank…”

“I don’t give a fuck, I’m gonna get me some sloppy seconds!”

“To hell with sloppy seconds, I’d be happy to get sloppy thirds!”

“If she’s single, I’m gonna ask her out!”

The troops’ ridicule swung further into flattery, only heightening her arousal. She knew she must have looked like a mess, with saliva creeping down her face as her stifled, choked groans cut through the air, yet her only concern was that the soldiers would make good on their promises. Even if it took all night, she was going to stay until each and every one of them was left satisfied.

On and on Tarsis and Lance went, steadily rutting her faster and faster. The pair could have been going at it for minutes or hours on end, since she had no way in the world to keep track of time, but things eventually came to a head. The Captain leaned in and grabbed her tits, savagely twisting and pulling her nipples, as his cock started to flare.

Tarsis gave one final, unyielding plunge, grunting and snorting above her, and crossed the threshold. She would have gleefully swallowed down every drop of his load, pining to savor his thick, salty essence, had it not been directly pumped into her stomach. Starved of air and unable to breath, her lungs burning and convulsing, she gasped and sputtered when he finally stepped back and unsheathed his pulsing length.

“I don’t care if the others get a roll with you, I’m marking you first,” the Captain rasped, painting her face and chest with the final shots of his spunk.

While she would have enjoyed basking in his jizz, she had more pressing matters to attend to. Lance’s frenzied, almost frantic pace and wildly throbbing dick meant one thing - he was about to breed her. Forcing herself up on one elbow, seeing his set jaw and face contorted in bliss, she filled her lungs and gave voice to her deepest, darkest desires.

“Breed me!” she wailed, constricting her backdoor as hard as she could. “Knock me up!”

Her plea was either well timed or hit him like a sledgehammer - whatever the case may be, he hilted her and unleashed a bestial roar. The warmth flooding her was indescribable, as was the sight of her normally flat belly gurgling and bloating from his profound deposit, and it flung her past her limit. She mewled like a back alley whore and came all over herself, joining both stallions moments in their ecstasy.

The pair fell still, glistening in sweat and panting as they recuperated. Without a doubt, Kryo had never had an orgasm so potent in her life. Her vision had started to tunnel, the strength fled her limbs, and she felt lightheaded, but she managed to fight through the rapture and stay conscious. She diligently tightened her battered pucker around Lance’s fleeing length, fighting his retreat and trapping his seed in her depths, until the very last moment. With an all but audible Pop, his softening stallionhood slipped free and flopped between his legs.

“Alright,” Tarsis barked, turning his head to look at the guards, “now you lot can have your fun, but you better bet your sweet, candy asses that you’re going to clean up this mess before lights out.”

Kryo’s heavily lidded eyes swept over the approaching throng, as she drew her forked tongue over her lips. It wasn’t even midmorning, yet she knew she had a long, long day ahead of herself. Lance and Tarsis were swiftly replaced by a pair of unsullied troops, while two more came to each side of her and presented their cocks, so she hastily made herself ready for a second round. Even if she was no longer an officer, she could still do her part for the warriors. While her tush and throat were filled, holding and stroking a thick length in each hand, she moaned in delight.

Hours dragged by, she was fucked in more positions than she could remember, and the barracks resonated with the sounds of her blissful howls, before the squad was done with her. By the time she stumbled out of the base, she was in an absolute state. Every part of her was slathered in or filled with seed, she’d quite literally had every drop of cum fucked out of her, and she was so full of spunk that she could pass for an expectant mare, but she’d accomplished her goal - she’d been formally dismissed.

Everyone she passed by would know what she’d done, that she was some wanton slut who’d been used like a sex-toy, but that didn’t matter in the slightest. After taking a much needed shower and getting a nap, she’d be able to report to Queen Chrysalis that her duties with the guard were finally at an end - well almost at an end. While she had surrendered her rank, given her body to a dozen drones, and would almost assuredly be known as the slutty Princess who serviced an entire squad of guards, she was sure her trip to the casern wouldn’t be her last - after all, even though she was royalty, it was a Princess’ duty to ensure the troops were tended to…