Dionysus (That's the sex one)
Phasma clicked his tongue several times as he wandered the underhalls of the changeling hive. He frequently threw glances over his shoulder, looking for guards, drones or other such menial changelings who would instantly recognize a royal such as himself. You know, the drones he was supposed to be superior to, per his mother's lessons. The thought of his mother instantly prompted a cringe from Phasma.
'Yep... she definitely wouldn't approve of this...'
The prince let out a sigh as he saw no one behind him, or in front of him, or anywhere in the hive really. It was late enough at night that most of the drones had retreated into their quarters for the few moments of rest and relaxation that their busy work schedules allowed. Most probably went straight to sleep, but some took the time to think and hang out in their rooms. He hoped Thorax was doing that, though it was likely he wasn't. There weren't exactly TVs or books in the hive to read on your off time, so isolating yourself to your room basically just left you staring at the wall watching goop dry. Even if you wanted to stay up, you'd probably end up falling asleep out of boredom anyway.
The prince sighed as he counted the rooms, he never quite remembered which exact room was Thorax's and it was actually rather vital that he didn't accidentally blunder into the wrong room. Rumors among the drones spread like wildfire, and it certainly wouldn't be good for the 'ling prince if people were spreading rumors that he had been wandering through the drone quarters. Especially if they started guessing why he was there in the first place.
Phasma had come down with a problem. He was horny. Very much so actually. Spending the last several months larping as a nymph even though he was mentally an adult left him unable to do pretty much anything to relieve the building stress he had come down with ever since, especially because he had basically gone through puberty twice now.
'Ah... that sounds so dumb... And wrong!' he thought, slapping himself in the face... mentally of course. He didn't want to make a lot of noise after all.
Still, now he was both physically and mentally an adult it seemed like the perfect time to relieve some of those issues. And there happened to be a certain drone who was trusting enough to let him make a move, and cute. Boy was he cute. Phasma paused, a dumb smile coming to his face as he thought about Thorax. Were he a creature of flesh and blood rather than chitin and... ichor maybe, a blush would have come to his face.
Sure, he hadn't known the other changeling for long, but he had easily endeared himself to the prince. His cute naivety, the way he always seemed to put others above himself, his laugh, and his cute smile when the two were together. His being one of the few changelings with a conscience certainly didn't hurt either.
Phasma slapped himself in the face. Again, mentally.
'No, focus.'
The Prince cleared his throat when he finally arrived at the door that he believed was Thorax's. He paused outside, grimacing slightly. Internally, he debated what to do. He thought about what royal protocol was... and he only had Chrysalis's example of what to do in that scenario. What would she want him to do in the unlikely event she approved of this kind of thing anyway?
'Probably force my way inside and demand Thorax either bend over or die... Nope, that's definitely off the table.'
Since he still had at least one iota of his morals left, Phasma thought of what else to do. Maybe he should just go in and ask. Yeah, that seemed like a reasonable option. He raised a hoof to knock, but was interrupted when the door opened on it's own and Thorax attempted to walk outside with a huff, bumping directly into him.
"P-Phas-?" Thorax stared with a raised eyebrow, but the prince quickly stopped him by covering his mouth with a hoof, quickly pulling him inside the room.
"Shhh, I'm not supposed to be down here right now," Phasma whispered as he shut the door behind him as quietly as he could. "Now, I'm going to remove my hoof. If you're going to talk, do it quietly ok?"
Thorax nodded. He quickly removed his hoof from the ling's mouth, taking a step back.
"This must be important, is everyling in the Fang ok?" Thorax asked, concern quickly covering his face. Phasma opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. Then he reopened it again.
"Uh, yeah, everyone is fine," Phasma said, straightening his back. He thanked Panar that changelings couldn't actually blush. "I just... I really wanted to see you."
Thorax's eyes widened. "Y-you did?"
Phasma stared at the two glowing cyan orbs as they blinked in confusion... By the Weaver he was always so cute when he was confused. Phasma decided it was time to take the lead. He quickly stepped forwards, a smile growing on his face as he did. Thorax's eyes widened even more as he backed up slightly, until he found himself pressed into the wall of his room.
Phasma was quick to stand up on his hind legs, propping his free forehoof on the wall, while his free one reached down to the rapidly shrinking Thorax. Gently, Phasma cupped the smaller ling's chin, his smile widening. He decided to let his instincts take over from here, they hadn't steered him wrong so far after all.
"I hope it's ok with you, but I felt really lonely these past couple of days, and I wanted some company," he spoke in a sensual tone as he lowered his head down. Thorax shuddered at the feeling of the ling's breath on his ear as he slowly brought his mouth close. The Prince let out a pleasant whisper that buzzed in his head even long after the woods were out. "What do you say? Want to spend the night with your Prince?"
Thorax was speechless, he suddenly felt very hot. He quickly glanced down, staring at the Prince's equipment. It was massive, and rapidly hardening. It had to be at least a foot in length, and almost as thick as a soda can... which he didn't actually have as a frame of reference considering he had never seen one of those in his life. Thorax couldn't stop himself from tensing up, pressing his legs together to cover his own hardening, though nowhere near as impressive, tool.
Panting slightly, he only nodded up at Phasma. The Prince smiled, reaching his hooves down, he scooped the other 'ling up into his hooves. Walking bridle style - which was actually extremely awkward considering his nature as a four-legged creature - Phasma eventually arrived at the rooms 'bed', though calling it that was a bit of an oxymoron considering it was nothing more than a pile of comfy moss. Still, it would be better for Phasma's purposes than the stone floor. That'd serve no greater purpose than making both of them very very sore.
Phasma made sure he was gentle when setting the other ling down, he clearly wasn't ready for the rough stuff... yet. Thorax tried to keep his rod covered, but an orange aura suddenly wrapped around his knees, forcing his legs apart so Phasma could get a look at it. The poor little femcolt was already leaking.
'Thank Panar for twinks.'
Phasma sat down, putting his forehooves behind him to keep him up and spreading his legs. "If this is your first time, let me walk you through the steps." He winked, gesturing down to his rod with his eyes.
Thorax slowly dragged his eyes down his chest to his rod, it was on full display now, and was the largest he had ever seen in his life, though to be fair the bar wasn't that high. He felt his mouth drool slightly. Gulping, Thorax slowly crawled forwards, with all the grace of a trout on land. He slowly pressed his snout against the tip of his Prince's rod. He looked up, locking eyes with Phasma wordlessly asking for permission to tend to the royal's cock. The other ling kept him waiting for several agonizing moments before finally nodding down at him.
"No teeth," Phasma chuckled.
Thorax wordlessly opened his mouth, running his forked tongue across the tip of the rod several times before he slowly took it into his mouth. Phasma shuddered slightly as he felt the warm and noticeably wet mouth of Thorax engulf the tip of his rod. He had to bite his bottom lip to stifle a slight moan as Thorax hungrily suckled, whipping his tongue to lick up all of the royal's pre.
"There's more to it than the tip Thorax," he said, bringing one of his hooves forwards to delicately rub the back of his twink's head.
The other changeling seemed to catch his meaning. Closing his eyes, Thorax started to slowly lower his head, taking more and more of the massive schlong into his mouth. It was actually somewhat of a struggle considering how big it was, but Thorax didn't care. In fact, he didn't notice how much he was taking until he felt his nose pressed into the chitin on Phasma's groin.
Phasma's eyes widened, equal parts impressed and shocked. "Damn... if I didn't know any better I'd say you've done this before."
Thorax didn't verbally respond - not that he could - but he did open his eyes, looking up at him. His eyes were tearing up, but that was more from the dick pressed into the back of his throat than anything else. The two locked eyes, which only made both of them shiver in response.
"W-well... I'm waiting..." Phasma smirked.
That seemed to be all the encouragement Thorax needed. Slowly at first, he started bobbing his head, up and down the Prince's rod. Phasma's eye twitched slightly, gritting his teeth as he let his head go fall back. He couldn't stop himself from seething as Thorax wrapped his tongue around his medial ring, pumping it along with his lips with surprising dexterity.
Phasma laid back fully, bringing both of his forehooves up and placing them both on the back of Thorax's head, pushing him down slightly. Thorax let the rest of his body go limp, laying down on the moss bed as he did. He pressed his legs together again, squeezing his thighs around his cock, slowly and involuntarily thrusting his hips back and forth.
Phasma let out a moan every time he felt the tip of his dick press into the back of his breeding partner's throat, which only prompted Thorax to speed up, hungrily trying to milk his Prince's dick. Phasma arched his back, thrusting his rod further down the ling's throat. If he didn't know any better, he could swear that a royal's cum must've been a drug of some kind to drones with how frantically Thorax seemed to be trying to get it out of him.
Phasma suddenly hissed contently, tapping Thorax on the back of his head twice. The drone stopped the throat fucking for a moment, staring up at Phasma with a raised eyebrow. "W-woah buddy, there's only so much in me, and I'd rather save it all for the main course." He laughed.
Thorax pulled back, mouth opened. He stared up at Phasma with glazed-over eyes, panting ever so softly. He closed his eyes for a moment, before he spun over, pressing his head and forelegs into the bed, but keeping his rear in the air, allowing Phasma a view of his delicate coin purse between his spread legs. Phasma bit his lip, it was so cute, but it paled in comparison to his true prize. Thorax's boy box winked with the ling's every breath. It made him all the more hungry for what came next... but he hesitated for a moment.
His instincts were screaming at him to breed the twink, but he knew deepdown he didn't want that... he wanted something more. Phasma's horn glowed as he approached the drone. Suddenly, Thorax found his body wrapped in an orange aura. He barely had time to let out a squeak, before he was suddenly lifted into the air and flipped over, landing on the bed on his back.
He stared up at Phasma as the Prince roughly reached down and grabbed him by his hind legs, lifting them up. He towered over the smaller ling for a moment before he opened his mouth to speak after what felt like agonizing silence.
"I'll try to be gentle," Phasma hissed contently as he repositioned him. Thorax tensed up as he slowly fed his rod into his hole, his hooves curling slightly. Thorax seethed through grit teeth, a single inhale that only stopped when Phasma had hilted all the way inside of him. He found himself in something similar to a piledriver position, legs pressed up against Phasma's shoulders, kept up by the Prince's forelegs behind his knees.
The two locked eyes for a moment, and Thorax could've sworn, for but a second, Phasma's domineering exterior dissipated, replaced by a look of slight concern. Thorax merely stared up at him and slowly nodded.
"I'm ready," he said with weak voice. Phasma smiled, before he slowly retracted his rod from Thorax's hole, who let out a whimper. Thorax's hips shook as he felt his breeder's hips grind against his p-spot, making his cocklet throb with anticipation.
Phasma chuckled at his response. He was somehow cute even while being pounded.
As the Prince retracted, his rod felt cold, begging for him to thrust back into the warmth of his drone's hole, and he was all too happy to comply with its wish. He started thrusting in earnest now. Slow at first as he got a rhythm going. Eventually, the dam wall broke and he couldn't hold back any longer.
His groin slapped against Thorax's rear, which when combined with his own grunts and Thorax's moans made an orchestra that echoed throughout the closed room. Eventually, Thorax brought both of his free hooves to cover his mouth, trying to stimmy his growing urge to scream in ecstasy.
Phasma's instincts started to take over and he frowned. Once more his horn glowed. "I don't care if anyone hears us." He growled, a primal tone filling his voice. "I want to hear your whimpers, twink."
Thorax felt both of his hooves wrested away from his mouth, and only then did they both notice something. A purple mist was pouring from both of their mouths, and they instantly recognized what it was. Love. Pure love. The same drug Chrysalis had Phasma hooked on.
Phasma didn't see a point in resisting his urges. He instantly shot forwards, pressing his lips against Thorax's and shoving his tongue inside, greedily devouring up as much of the pure love as he could, as Thorax did the same. Phasma didn't stop the kiss even as he felt himself running low on oxygen. He didn't stop the kiss even as he felt his rod twitch and start to enlarge. He didn't stop the kiss even as his strongest thrust slapped against Thorax's hips, burying his rod as deep as it well go.
Thorax thrashed against his breeder, shaking as a muffled scream escaped his throat into Phasma's mouth. The Prince's dick emptied it's load into Thorax, and boy was he as pent up as he thought he would be. Rope after rope of warm cum shot into the twink's hole, blasting lewdly out from around his cock into the open air of the hive. Thorax didn't last much longer, his own dick spewing his much smaller load over his belly and chest. A wave of pure love shot out from both of their mouths, instantly filling the other ling to the brim.
When Phasma finally separated for air, the two felt like they were more full than they had ever been in their lives, doubly so in Thorax's case. Phasma didn't pull out as he slowly laid down on the bed next to Thorax, who stared up at him with tired but content eyes.
"That... that was fun..." Phasma panted, pulling Thorax into a hug against his chest.
Thorax nodded. "C... can we do it again some time?"
"Definitely," The Prince replied with a smile. He paused for a moment, as exhaustion started to rear it's ugly head as he slowly pulled his dick out of Thorax's boy pussy, cum lewdly oozing out all over the moss bed.
Phasma was about to get up to make the long trek back to his room, but he paused when he realized that Thorax had fallen asleep in his arms. Phasma paused for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of staying, before he sighed and laid back down.
If he got up early enough, he could easily sneak back to his room before anyone else woke up after all.
Author's Note
Whelp, this is probably where I've hit rock bottom..
