The sound of slurping filled the air as Trex's tongue ran up and down across the sweet, smooth surface of the delectable treat. It was his favorite flavor, he'd spend every minute of every day licking the sweet treat if he could. There was simply no end to his enjoyment. His forked tongue wrapped around the cold surface, and he couldn't help but let out a moan. It was just so Shades damn good! Round and round, up and down his tongue traveled, his worship only spiraling higher and higher as the beautiful flavors filled his mouth. He panted, trying to pull away to give himself a break, but wholly unable to do so. He just loved licking it so much, it was almost as enjoyable paperwork or snuggling the ba-...
Trex focused on the object of desire before him so that he didn't think treasonous thoughts about a particular bat. He leaned into his licking, making tight flicks with his tongue. He punched his tongue through a hole and savored all of the sweetness that fell on his tongue. A hum of pleasure escaped his chest. It was just so delicious, so all encompassing. The flavor deserved to be on his tongue, and he nearly drooled as he stared at the target of his affections. A stray drop of creamy moisture slipped down the smooth surface in reply, beckoning him to return, and he did so with a smiling, open muzzle.
"Ahem."
Trex stopped licking and blinked, then looked ahead to where his queen sat. Queen Chrysalis was staring at him with a visible look of discomfort on her muzzle, a chocolate ice cream cone suspended in her magic. He blinked again, then gave another lick.
"Yes, my Queen?"
"Can you please not eat your ice cream like that?"
Trex again blinked, then looked to his cone, then back to Chrysalis.
"But my Queen, it's Mint Chocolate Chip! It's the best flavor, and it's so good!"
He plunged his tongue through the hole he had licked in his ice cream cone, and let out another hum of delight. Chrysalis' muzzle wrinkled.
"Not deigning that with a comment,” she grumbled, “because *clearly* lime gelato is the flavor of our race,” she shook herself and straightened, speaking her normal short, cutting tone. “I am asking because it is your hatching day, but please stop, Secretary, you don't need to eat it so... passionately."
"Shhhh," Petra, the guardling said, pawing at the queen changeling, her own ice cream long fallen off the cone. "Let me watch. He's teaching me so much about being a good marefriend."
Trex opened his mouth wide and swallowed the cone whole, cocking his head back and swallowing, the bulge visible as it slid down his throat. As he finished swallowing, Trex let out a pant at the sky, then moaned.
"So good!"
Petra's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fainted, falling off the bench. Her legs stood rigid in the air, twitching slightly.
Chrysalis eyed her with disgust, ignoring when the passed out mare said something about "babies". She instead looked to Trex, who was still panting as he licked the remaining ice cream off his hooves. He looked pleased as peaches, and were it not for the knowledge of what he would do to the cone, Chrysalis would have offered hers to him. Her appetite had long departed. As he continued to lick himself, she merely said;
"You concern me Secretary."
He moaned and flopped onto his back, his legs kicking at the air.
“So good!”
Chrysalis sighed and gave her ice cream a lick, then reached over and patted the changeling’s head. His only response was a happy chirp. She snorted, and smiled slightly.
“Good bug.”
Author's Note
Originally written as a birthday gift, here is the official, 100% non-satirical canon of Trex the Changeling!
Trex sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. A hard day’s work always left him feeling hot and bothered, always made him feel as if he was drowning. He took in a shaky breath, panting from exertion. He… He couldn’t do it, not like this. The object of his attention simply demanded more, and he couldn’t give it what it needed like he was. His shirt simply covered too much, and he couldn’t afford getting it filthy with bodily fluids. It needed to go, and it needed to go now.
Trex took in a gulp of air as he fumbled at the top button. His hooves shook, whether from eagerness or exhaustion from what he’d already done, he didn’t know. The button struggle and fought his hooves, but baring his teeth at it finally made it concede, and he quickly set to work on its brethren. His tail flicked back and forth, and he let out a whine of need as he opened one button after another, slowly freeing himself. Cool air brushed his chest, and he shuddered, moaning happily as the sweat covering his back finally saw relief. He was positively soaked, but now sweet, sweet relief was in sight.
Trex squealed as he finally pulled the last button free, and he slowly peeled away his sticky shirt. He drew down the collar first, the shirt catching slightly as he tried to pull it down over his shoulders. He looked back and pouted, his lower lip sticking out as the treacherous shirt hung off his shoulders. He groaned and gave his shoulders a roll. The shirt slipped free, continuing its slow, methodical journey down his forelegs until it finally reached his hooves. Trex pulled the shirt free and tossed it on his desk. Cool air rushed freely across his body, and he fell to the ground, writhing and squealing with delight. It was so freeing, and now with his shirt free from any potential mess, he was free to properly serve his queen…
Chrysalis had a glass of whiskey on her desk. This was unusual, because changelings did not drink, not often. Bars were nearly non-existent in her hives, by design of course. She didn’t need her changelings wasting time brewing, and imbibing alcohol. The drink was a poison she was happy ponies wasted time on, especially given how easy it was to draw out useful information once they were drunk. All of this to note the fact that the whiskey on her desk was for one reason and one reason only, and that was the bug before her.
Chrysalis took a sip from her glass, enjoying the numbing effects as her assistant rolled on the cold floor, basking in his suddenly cooler existence. The hive’s heating had gone awry, and the result was an inescapable, sweltering heat. The engineers were already hard at work fixing the issue, but all methods of keeping cool were beginning to fail, and she could feel herself beginning to crack. Trex’s antics had no end. Every thing he did, he did in a semi-erotic way, and no amount of smacking him with a newspaper had solved the problem. That left her with nothing to combat him, so she had tried simply letting him act in his strange way. He truly was the best changeling for his position, and aside from his one flaw, he was perfect. That flaw, however, that flaw made her keep a bottle in her desk and a glass at the ready.
Chrysalis’ tongue curled as she sipped again. The drink was room temperature, and given that the room was near boiling, so was the whiskey. It was miserable to drink, her normal escape rendered useless by a heat so blistering it was set to boil her eyeballs. Her eyes were drawn to the black-shelled creature writhing on her cool stone floor. He did look far more comfortable, and they were alone…
“Ah to hell with it,” Chrysalis grumbled, downing the rest of her glass.
Trex’s tongue flopped out as she stripped off her uniform shirt, the jacket it usually went with long since discarded. She moved around her desk and stared down at the small, yellow eyed bug at her hooves. He smiled up, drool, spilling out his mouth as he happily continued to debase himself beneath her. She snorted and smiled at the little bug, then flopped down beside him.
The instant her steamy shell hit the floor she knew nirvana. She moaned in ecstasy and writhed beside her assistant, savoring every ounce of wriggling pleasure the cold stones beneath her brought to her scorching body. Trex giggled beside her.
“Right? It feels even better when you roll over.”
He demonstrated, rolling onto his belly and let out another loud moan of pleasure as his belly was cooled. Chrysalis watched him with an appraising eye, but elected to remain on her back. She was in heaven as it was, she didn’t need yet more. Instead she simply closed her eyes and lost herself to the sensations racing up and down her body. She tucked her knees close to her chest and shuddered, wondering how long she could get this to truly last.
“My Queen, the engineers say they’ve found the problem and they should have the heating fixed in an hour, and I found some still cold… ice… cream…”
Chrysalis’ eyes opened to find her guard; Petra, standing in the doorway of her office. The purple-eyed changeling’s muzzle flapped, flicking back and forth between her nude queen, and the nude, still writhing Trex. His squirming had shifted his position on the floor, and now she imagined it quite looked like her assistant was face down between her legs. If it were cooler, she might have been worried about the scandal such a thing might cause. Ever present heat was quick to kill those thoughts, however, and Chrysalis raised an eyebrow, the slight motion commanding the attention of the guard-ling.
“What flavor?”
“M-mint chocolate chip,” Petra squeaked. “It was in the back of a truck left outside the hive. T-the soldiers found it on the extra patrols to keep cool.”
Chrysalis’ muzzle curled in distaste and she laid back down on the floor, closing her eyes.
“We shall share some in a moment. Come, strip. The floor is cool, and with the ice cream, we shall waste the hour in comfort.”
She heard the soft thunk of the ice cream tubs setting on her desk, then the much louder crash of Petra falling backward. Chrysalis sighed, knowing that the guard-ling’s legs were twitching in the air, her muttering soon to follow. She glanced to Trex, who beamed back, his tongue still flopped onto the ground. Chrysalis snorted and smiled, reaching out and patting his head.
“Good bug.”
Author's Note
Buggo hates me for this, but I love da buggo!
Trex slurped and sucked, slowly drawing it deeper and deeper toward the back of his throat. It filled his mouth with its salty, wonderful flavor, and he struggled to breathe, unwilling to stop. He simply couldn't get enough. He swallowed, but he didn't dare pause. He needed it all, couldn't tolerate another second with out his belly full to the brim with the delicious, hot, and creamy sauce. It was easily his favorite flavor in all the hives, simply couldn’t be matched by anything. Well, save for a certain sweet treat…
Trex swallowed again, panting with his muzzle. He couldn’t allow any distractions. He had plenty to focus on before him, especially since it was fresh, just for him. It’s scent filled his nostrils completely, burning it’s way into every ounce of his being. It demanded attention, and he was more than willing to provide. Her buried his muzzle in the hot, creamy scent, his eyes fluttering as he drew in a deep breath. White cream decorated his muzzle, and he panted, his tongue flicking out to lap it up. The salty cream hit his tongue and he moaned. His eyes opened and he eyed the wonderful gift before him, practically steaming with heat. Using his magic to line it up, Trex began to suck and slurp again, willing more and more into his mouth and down his throat. As he enjoyed filling his belly with hot cream once more, he opened his eyes long enough to eye his next target. Before him sat a fat, girthy sausage, paired with a massive pair of juicy, perfectly round-
Trex yelped as a newspaper smacked the top of his head, forcing him to bite down on the noodle currently occupying his muzzle. He hissed as the newspaper came down again, then again.
"We are at a royal dinner and you will not eat like this!" Chrysalis hissed, smacking his head again with the newspaper as he tried to suck a meatball into his mouth. "You twirl the spaghetti, and you chew! You-*smack* -don't- *smack* -eat- *smack* -like- *smack* -this- *smack* -while- *smack* -I- *smack* -have -*smack* -guests! Why must you always do this?"
He hissed, then swallowed a meatball whole, choking on it loud enough to be heard throughout the dining room. Chrysalis threw her head back and cried out in anger, then continued to smack him with the newspaper.
Petra, for her part, was already on the floor, her legs kicking in the air, a circle of imaginary eggs and happy nymphs colored in yellow spiraling before her dazed eyes.
“Alfredo,” she mumbled. “My Trex loves alfredo with meatballs….”
