Short, Sweet, and to the Point
Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts.
Lick. Lap. Lick.
“Um…honey—"
"—Cadence—"
"—er...Cadence?”
Lick. Lap. Lick.
“Yes, babe?”
“Um…you don’t have to…you know…”
Lick. Lap. Lick.
“Ohhh, babe—I don’t mind. I am the Princess of Love, after all.”
Frowning, you part your lips to object a second time, but stop short as you watch the pink alicorn in front of you run her tongue up the length of your shaft, her wide pink tongue stopping just short of your head as she cradles it from beneath. Sensing your gaze, she winks up at you, her long lashes and purple irises fluttering from behind your cock.
You grit your teeth, feeling another electric tingle run down your spine.
It was hard to say much when she was so good at this—no matter how much you wanted to protest. The fact that you, Shining, and Cadence had just had dinner together last weekend made the whole situation that much more awkward, your body unsure of how to respond to the visual stimuli it was receiving.
Shining and Cadence had been your best friends since coming to Equestria. Taking you in. Showing you the ropes. Getting you out of a few tough scrapes. You’d even watched Flurry Heart for the two of them a few times, for Celestia’s sake.
Sensing the conflict in your expression, you watch the mare before you grin again, coyly resting her head against your thigh as she slowly pumps your erection with her hand. Your eyes can’t help but make their way down the gentle curve of her slim shoulders, her wings spread gently to reveal her taut, heart shaped backside. You can see her slender calves—crossed at the ankle—bobbing lazily in the air at the foot of the bed, the undersides of her pink soles and toes flashing in your direction, her pedicured nails painted a light, baby blue.
You can feel your cock twitch at the sight, the mare flashing you another grin as she grips your cock a bit more tightly with her slim fingers.
“Mmmm? Was there something you wanted to say, babe?”
“I, um, uh…”
Kiss.
You click your teeth again as the mare leans forward, planting a gentle kiss against your sack. You watch her other hand work its way up your shaft, twisting gently at your cockhead as she winks up at you.
“That’s what I thought~”
Kissing her way gently up your length, you watch her reach your flare, her eyelids slowly sliding shut as she leans forward to take it into her mouth.
“Gnnnh…”
You let out a faint grunt, watching a few wisps of the mare’s multicolored mane fall down over her eyelids as she slowly starts to bob her head back and forth. Her attention remains fixed on your sensitive head, her lips wrapping around its underside as her soft, warm tongue envelops and swirls around it inside her muzzle.
“Mmmmnh~”
Her eyes still closed, you can feel her hum vibrate around the head of your cock, her feet continuing to bob lazily in the air behind her. You can just make out the swell of her modest breasts pressed against the bed between your legs, her cleavage squishing together between her propped up elbows as she slowly rocks her head back and forth.
“Sh…sh-shoot...”
You click your teeth again.
With her recent royal business trip, it had been the better part of a week since you’d seen your secret marefriend. That fact was painfully apparent in how close you were already getting—your glutes clenching as you feel the deep tension between them start to rise.
“Hon…slow down…I…I think I’m getting—shoot…”
Her eyes still closed, you can feel your marefriend suddenly pick up her pace, taking you deeper into her muzzle. Her slow, gentle bobs are suddenly replaced by faster, deeper ones, the muscles in your neck twitching as you feel the head of your cock press against the tight entrance to her throat.
Gluck. Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.
Without flinching, you can feel her take your length down her throat, more of her mane falling down over her shoulders with the motion. You can feel the fingers of her one hand on your thigh slide in to cup your balls, the slow bobbing of her feet coming to a stop as she concentrates on taking more of your shaft.
“F-fridging…hon…really, I’m gonna…”
Gleck-hurk!
Your eyes going wide, you can feel the mare take you all the way to the hilt, the tip of her protruding tongue lapping at your balls as her snout scrunches up against your base. Without missing a beat, you can feel her swallow around your dick, her throatsleeve contracting around your shaft and head. Your clenched cheeks twitching, you can feel the last of your composure break as you unload a week’s worth of pent up desire into the image of Shining’s wife deepthroating your cock.
“Shit!”
Glump. Glump. Glump.
Your brow twitching, you inhale sharply through your teeth as you plaster the pink mare’s tonsils, her thick gulps swallowing your head deeper down her throat as she takes your warm load into her stomach. Her eyes still closed, you can feel her tongue slide back into her muzzle to lap at the underside of your shaft as she massages your balls with her fingertips, coaxing out everything she can from you.
As the last shudders of release run down your spine, you can feel your marefriend slowly pull her head back, her eyes cracking open as she glances up at you around a mouthful of limpening dick.
Flashing you another cutesy wink, you feel her purse her lips for one last teasing suckle before releasing your cockhead from her muzzle with a faint pop! There’s a wet plop as your spent member lands flat against your lower stomach, glistening with a thin sheen of saliva and sperm.
“Mmmm~ Thanks for the treat, babe.”
You close your eyes, your heart rate finally starting to stabilize as the sudden exhaustion of release sets in, your body winded despite the fact you were still lying in bed. Letting out a tired sigh, you clench your teeth again a moment later as you feel the mare trace a fingertip up the underside of your sensitive member, her crossed ankles and feet once again bobbing coyly in the air behind her beyond the taut curve of her bare ass.
“What do you say I slip into that dress you saw me in earlier and we go again? It’s not every day you get to see a Princess of Equestria bent over a royal throne.”
Raising a hand, you scratch your brow, your eyes closing again as you shake your head.
“Hon…really…that isn’t—”
“Hmmmm~ are you sure, babe? Don’t you want to cum all over my tight, prissy, alicorn ass? Mark the Princess of Love as your own?”
“Honey. Don’t. That’s not what—”
“Ohhh? Is that not enough for you? I guess you can do it inside if you really want to. It is a risky day, though. I wonder what my trophy husband Shining Armor would say if he found out I got knocked up by another stall—”
“Chryssie!”
You can see your marefriend’s eyes widen slightly as you raise your voice, her own stopping short as she winces visibly. There’s a faint, wooshing sound as a wreath of green flame flashes downward from the tip of her horn, her pink alicorn form giving way to a matte black carapace and gossamer wings. You can see her eyes—now reverted back to their natural green—stare up at you from beneath a few wisps of her shiny, teal-blue mane, a faint uneasiness settling over her expression.
Clearing her throat, you can see her scratch at her cheek, the faint reverberation of her more mature natural voice humming with more nervousness than usual as she averts her gaze.
“Um…y-yes, love?”
With another small sigh, you shake your head, a hint of guilt rising in your chest at her expression. That hadn’t been the reaction you were aiming for.
“Chryssie…”
With another sigh, you push up into a sitting position, the changeling queen’s concerned eyes following you as you glance down at her in your lap. Gently placing a hand on her smooth shoulder, you prompt her to kneel on the bed in between your legs, the mare subconsciously raising an arm to obscure her now slightly larger, onyx breasts as she sits back on her calves.
You shake your head again as you watch the mare avert her gaze, her wandering eyes about level with your own. Chrysalis was taller than most mares you’d come across—Cadence included—though not quite as imposing as Celestia or Luna, who you’d only seen from a distance.
Leaning a little further forward, you lift a hand, slowly bringing your palm to the side of the changeling’s cheek. Her skin is noticeably cool to the touch—the warmth of her equine form having faded with the transformation. You can see her eyes flit to yours briefly before looking away again, a slightly pained look in her expression.
Making a point not to look away, you keep your eyes trained on hers, your voice settling back down to its natural volume.
“We talked about this. You know you don’t have to do that—put on an act, I mean—right?”
You can see your marefriend wince, her eyes not quite making their way to yours before falling back down to the bed.
“Ah…um…right. Of course I remember, love.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. For a master of disguise and deception, she could be painfully transparent sometimes.
“I’m serious. You don’t need to look like someone else for us to…I mean, sure, mares like Cadence and Coloratura and Nurse Redheart are all attractive, but they’re not who I…”
You trail off, a faint frown forming on your own face as you see Chrysalis’s expression waver, her eyes tracing over her own form at the mention of the other mares’ names. You don’t need to hear her speak aloud to understand the thoughts running through her mind.
“Chryssie.”
Catching the concern in your voice, you can see your marefriend finally meet your gaze, her multi-hued, slit-like irises flickering in the dim, bioluminescent glow of the hive’s royal chamber. You can see the tips of her fangs protruding awkwardly out from beneath her lips, her hesitant aura a far cry from the domineering front she’d put on when the two of you had first crossed paths.
Lifting your hand from her cheek, you brush away a few strands of her silky teal-blue mane, your fingertips brushing up against the base of her angled horn. You can see her wince again at the contact, her eyes wavering once more as her gaze starts to slide toward the bed.
You shake your head a bit more intensely this time, tilting your head to maintain eye contact.
“I don’t…I didn’t choose to be with you because you could make yourself look like other mares, Chryssie. That’s not…that’s not what’s important to me. I mean, it is important to me because it’s part of what makes you you, but the fact you can change isn’t what…”
You trail off, closing your eyes for a moment as you shake your head. You really weren’t explaining this well. Cracking open your eyes, you can see a faint look of confusion mingling with the hesitance on your marefriend’s face, your frustration with your own lack of eloquence rising a fraction.
You take a deep breath. Another.
“Chryssie…I chose to be with you because I wanted to be with you. And I mean you in all situations…even when we…you know…”
You can see Chrysalis tilt her head, her fangs peeking out a bit further as a small frown appears on her muzzle.
“But don’t you…don’t you find me hideous in this form? A creature of darkness and lust? And the fact I can look like anypony or anything…equestrian, animal, monster…wouldn't you rather be with an Equestrian mare? One who isn't so...”
You watch your marefriend pause, her parted lips slowly coming back together as she trails off.
With a sigh, you shake your head, gently raising your hand to your marefriend’s forearm, her posture still slumped as she covers her breasts. Softly pushing it aside, you look the changeling up and down, your eyes playing across her fangs; her porcelain-smooth skin; her pert, olive green nipples; the hollow, mismatched pores in her ankles and wrists betraying an anatomy unlike that of any human or equine.
Looking back up into the mare’s eyes, you smile gently, shaking your head again.
“Mmm-mmm. You’re perfect the way you are, Chryssie—I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”
You watch as a faint blush appears in Chrysalis’s cheeks, the changeling monarch very clearly trying to hide her embarrassment as she clears her throat.
“O-oh. I-is that so, love?”
“Yep.”
“I…um…see…”
You can feel a small grin break across your lips. For an evil villainess who’d once campaigned to enslave Equestria, Chrysalis was easier to fluster than you'd have thought.
Leaning forward, you wrap your arms around the changeling’s waist, her eyes widening in surprise as you pull her up onto your lap. Feeling her cool, smooth thighs straddling against your spent member, you can feel the faintest stirrings of excitement returning—the embarassed look on your marefriend’s face playing no small part in your quicker-than-usual turnaround.
“Still up for round two? Or was that offer off the table now that you’re the Queen of Love and not the Princess?”
For the first time that evening, you see your marefriend’s smile—her real smile—break across her muzzle, her translucent wings rising at her back as she regains her much more fitting, regal posture.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, love..."
You can see her grin widen, the sharp glint in her eye matched by her fangs.
"Let me show you how real royalty tends to their mate.”
Author's Note
