New Day

“New friend patrol - pffft,” Sprout scoffed, obstinately kicking a pebble out from in front of him. “What is that supposed to even mean?”

Trotting through a field to the west of Maretime Bay, he scowled. Ever since he’d lost his job as deputy sheriff, he’d been stuck doing the most trivial, boring duties imaginable. Being a lifeguard at the beach always left him with a nasty sunburn, acting as a tour guide to pegasi and unicorns never failed to give him a headache, and picking up trash was beyond demeaning, but the worst duty he was assigned was by far the new friend patrol. He’d heard the harebrained idea had been Izzy’s and that new friends could just appear anywhere, although he’d yet to find anything even remotely interesting on his long, aimless expeditions.

He lifted his head and shielded his eyes from the midday sun as he continued through the grassland. “When I get back to town, I’m going to - Aaah!”

The ground beneath him gave way, crumbling under his hooves, and he tumbled end over end until he landed ignominiously on his back. Though his fall had been short, the suddenness of it left him heaving air into his chest and staring up at the earthen ceiling above him. He’d known there were caves along the seaside, yet he’d never heard about anypony literally stumbling into one further inland.

“Stupid - Nnnph - Hitch!” he cursed, getting his hooves under himself and pushing himself up.

Dusting himself off, he gave himself a cursory once-over. The good news was that the only thing he’d truly injured was his pride - the bad news was that, upon turning and looking at the hole he’d dropped through, getting back to town might be no easy task. He turned and scrunched his snout, squinting into the gloom while his eyes adjusted.

Spotting a silhouette a stone’s throw away from him, he froze and backpedaled. “H…hello?”

His blood ran cold, his thoughts raced, and he kept his eyes on the mute, dark figure looming in the distance. Whoever - no, whatever was down there with him was far larger than a regular pony. Holding his breath and waiting for a reply that never came, noticing the stillness of the thing before him, he stooped down, picked up a rock, and tossed it at the stranger.

Clack

The figure didn’t budge, giving him some modicum of relief, but it wasn’t until he understood what he was facing that he gave a weary laugh. He wasn’t looking at a creature at all - well, not a living one in any case; he was looking at some sort of a statue! As he trotted forward and craned his neck, getting a better look at the monument, his mind grew filled with questions.

As he’d suspected, the figure definitely wasn’t any sort of pony he’d seen or heard of. Tall, sleek, and with a number of insect-like features, the parody of an equine seemed positively alien. His first assumption was that he had discovered the creation of some eccentric artist, one who may have been just unhinged enough to bury his carving in a sinkhole, but that made less and less sense the more he thought about it.

Trotting around the effigy, he drank in its features. While the statue was definitely odd, it wasn’t unpleasant to look at - in fact, it had a certain charm to it. The monument was most definitely a mare of some sort, having slender curves, broad hips, long legs, and a surprisingly shapely hindquarters, and he found himself wondering whom she was supposed to be. He glanced back to the cave’s opening, reflexively checking to see he wasn’t being watched, before he leaned under the figure to examine its undercarriage.

To his shock, whoever had crafted the figure had gone to great lengths to ensure it was anatomically correct. A pair of modest breasts rested on the figure’s abdomen, and a plump, taut looking marehood lay nestled between the statue’s thighs. He couldn’t say who’d made the sculpture, but he had to salute their attention to detail. Stepping back and moving around to face the strange piece of art, he studied its face.

Perhaps the most bizarre aspect of the statue was how it was posed. Balanced on one hind leg, the figure was immortalized in what appeared to be a lunge toward somepony. He couldn’t say for certain, left to speculate on what the creator’s intention was, but it sure looked like she, whoever she was, was very, very angry.

“Shame your sculptor didn’t have you smiling,” he sighed, standing on his hind legs to caress her cheek. “I bet you’d look even better than you do right now.”

Smiling up at the statue, he stiffened and looked around in dismay. It may have - no, it had to have been his imagination, but he could swear he heard the sound of stone cracking. He whipped around and frantically scanned the walls, ceiling, and floor, fearing he may have triggered a cave-in, before a much louder, much more troubling crunching noise from behind him made him start. He peeked over his shoulder and his eyes widened, as he spotted glowing fissures spider-web across the statue’s frame.

He wanted to flee - stars above, he wished for nothing more than to turn tail and run as fast as he could back to Maretime Bay, but he couldn’t budge. A sickly harlequin light poured from the crevices forming on the figure, making the situation all the more disconcerting, while a cold sweat formed on his brow. He was far from an expert in magic, having only learned that sorcery was real two years prior, but he had a sinking feeling in his gut that whatever he was seeing wasn’t anything good.

Still grappling with merely finding the peculiar statue, he blinked in disbelief when the stone fell away to reveal the glistening black hide of something within the carving. The figure collapsed to the ground and landed with a dull thud, leaving the air still and unsettlingly quiet. Only then remembering to breathe, gawking at the creature sprawled on the earth mere feet from where he stood, he went rigid when he saw it stir.

“Curse you, Twilight Sparkle,” the she-beast weakly seethed. “Your paltry tricks will never…”

Her brilliant, cat-like eyes flew open and it turned its head from side to side. Having no idea what he was looking at, nor where her intentions lie, Sprout didn’t move a muscle. With his heart thundering in his chest, praying that the thing wasn’t going to hurt him, it was all he could do to watch in horror as she gradually rose to her full, imposing height.

“Tell me,” she began, her voice effeminate but sounding wholly unearthly, “are you one of Twilight’s minions.”

Sprout’s mouth instantly went dry and a quake crept into his legs. She hadn’t even looked at him, yet he must have been who she was talking to. Remaining where he stood, feeling faint, he whimpered when she turned and affixed him with her piercing, emerald gaze.

“Speak, foolish pony - speak and I may let you live,” she hissed, baring its fangs at him.

Cowering away and pressing his back to the wall, he clamped his eyes shut. “D…d…don’t hurt me! I’ll tell you anything you want!”

Stepping forward and looming over him, she chuckled. “Of course you will. Now answer me ~ where is Twilight Sparkle and that insipid Starlight Glimmer?”

Cracking one eye open, he looked up at her. “Who?”

“Twilight Sparkle,” she repeated, stomping her hoof, “the infernal alicorn that - wait…” Wheeling around and inspecting the small cavern, it snorted. “Why am I in a cave?”

“I…I don’t know! I was hoping you could tell me,” Sprout timidly countered.

With a sneer on its lips, it whipped around and prodded him with a forehoof. “I’m the one asking questions here. Do you know to whom you are speaking?!”

He shook his head and trembled. “No?”

She balked, looking genuinely wounded, but her surprise quickly turned to one of abject frustration. “I’m Queen Chrysalis, you simpering goon!”

“Queen who?” he croaked. “Wait, does that mean you know Queen Haven?”

“Queen Haven?” she repeated. “There is no Queen Haven in…” she trailed off, her pupils dilating as she looked back to the spot she’d lifelessly rested in. “Where…”

Trying to process everything that was happening, she fell silent. Her last memory was of having victory snatched from her hooves by the Elements of Harmony, the Princesses, and the unified forces of Equestria at large. Tirek, Cozy Glow, and herself had been so close - so very close to reaping their vengeance on those who had wronged them, the detestable creatures that had foiled them time and again, yet it had all amounted to nothing.

In a final act of defiance, knowing she had failed but unwilling to accept defeat, she’d attempted to attack the Princess of Friendship, then the world had gone cold and black. It would have been impossible for her to tell how long she’d slumbered or what had become of her after she’d been thwarted, although she had a sneaking suspicion that something was terribly wrong. Her companions were gone, the sun no longer shone over her, and there was no sign of her foes.

“Is…is everything ok?” the pony quipped.

She cast a baleful eye back at him and snorted. The little earth pony stallion with a crimson coat, white fur around his hooves, and a blonde mane and tail was nothing spectacular, likely some plebeian, but something seemed off about him. Shifting her gaze to his flank, she saw that his cutie mark was only on one of his two flanks.

Only eventually turning her attention back to him, she glowered. “No, but that’s not your concern.”

Her problems were her own and nopony else’s. While she hadn’t the slightest clue as to where she was, the question was eclipsed by a vastly more unnerving concern. Seeing as how she’d lost consciousness from the combined arcane might of Luna, Celestia, and Discord, she couldn’t know how much time had passed since she’d been subdued.

As she went to trot past him, moving toward the exit, he groaned. “Wait…”

She slowed to a halt and menacingly snickered. “You’re either very foolish or very brave to tell me to do anything.”

“I - sigh - can you help me get out?” he murmured, pointing up to the hole he’d fallen through. “I’ll be stuck down here if -”

“Can I help you?” she interrupted with a twisted smirk splitting her muzzle. “While I certainly could help you, that doesn’t mean I will help you.”

Pursing his lips up at her, he held his ground. “I don’t know who you are, what you are, or why you were in this hole in the ground, but I’m the one who let you out. If you want to leave and find this Twilight Sparkle and Starlight Shimmer, you -”

“Glimmer,” she fumed. “Starlight Glimmer.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed. “You can do whatever you want, just don’t leave me down here. It’s bad enough that I’m going to have to explain this to Hitch later, but I’d rather not spend hours trying to get out.”

“Hitch,” she repeated, turning to face him and lowering her head toward him. “Who is this Hitch?”

“Hitch? Gosh - he’s just the most annoying stallion ever! Ever since he went on that adventure with his friends and reunited the earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns, everything has been awful,” he lamented, beginning to pace. “I didn’t want to deal with Izzy, or Pipp, or Zipp, and now I have to deal with everypony having magic? Come on - can’t I just catch a break?!?”

The vehemence of his words and the tautness in his frame made it clear enough that the little stallion was beyond annoyed, although it was his nonsensical whining that piqued her interest. If he wasn’t completely deranged, rambling about the unification of the pony tribes and acting as if magic was some novel element to existence, he may have just unwittingly given her some useful information. Though she was loath to work with anycreature, much less a pony, she wasn’t so conceited as to abandon what could be a valuable resource.

“What of this Hitch?” she pressed, peaking a brow. “Has he wronged you in some way?”

“Yeah he’s wronged me!” the pony blared. “He took my job, made me the laughingstock of Maretime Bay, and…and he’s just the worst.”

Coyly grinning down at him, she reached out and softly patted his shoulder. “Sounds like he doesn’t appreciate you in the slightest, mister…”

“Oh - uh - Sprout. I’m Sprout Cloverleaf,” he responded, bashfully smiling and extending a foreleg to her.

“Charmed,” she purred, shaking the proffered hoof. “And what, may I ask, brought you to me?”

Withdrawing and rubbing the back of his neck, he blushed. “Well, I kinda just found you down here. I was on - ugh - new friend patrol, and fell down that hole,” he explained, pointing to the opening in the ceiling. “I thought you were a statue at first, but then you just kinda - Boom - exploded out of the stone and started talking.”

“I see,” she muttered, stroking her chin.

His claim sounded outlandish, but it had a ring of truth to it. The Princesses had imprisoned their victims in stone before, having done so to none other than Discord for nearly a millennia, so it wouldn’t surprise her in the slightest if she’d suffered a similar, ignoble fate. Drawing a deep breath through her sinuses, she shivered when a titillating scent struck her.

The ambrosial cocktail of fear laced with the slightest bit of lust tinged the air, setting her nerves alight and making her stomach rumble. Whoever this stallion was, regardless of his petty, likely unjustified grievances with his associates, he was more than a potentially useful guide - he was food. Drawing her forked tongue over her lips, feeling her pupils contract to razored slits, she smiled.

“Hey - um - can I ask you something?” he inquired, looking her over from top to bottom.

Looming over him, she ran a forehoof up his chest and to his chin. “But of course, my sweet.”

“Uh - yeah, o…ok,” he stammered, swallowing hard. “So what are you anyways? I’ve seen ponies with wings and ponies with horns, but you - you’re something totally different.”

It took everything she had not to cackle at the absurdity of his question, yet it lent further weight to her hypothesis. He didn’t know who she was or what she was - meaning he hadn’t the slightest inkling of what she was capable of. Proudly holding her head high, she pressed a forehoof to her chest.

“I am Queen Chrysalis, Matriarch of the changelings and first of my kind,” she stated, “and I may be able to help you get revenge on your enemies.”

“R…really?” he chirped.

“Indeed,” she cooed, dipping her head and bringing her snout to within a hair’s breadth of his nose, “but you have me curious. Sprout, do you find me attractive?”

Shying away, Sprout felt his cheeks darken. “I mean you’re not unattractive…”

His coyness was delicious, the icing on the cake that was his clumsily veiled interest in her. She hadn’t the slightest shred of doubt that his desires, be they conscious or not, had played a part in her liberation, although she wasn’t going to rush things - not yet at least. Like a fine wine, a meal was best savored, relished bite by bite until it was fully consumed. Gradually turning in place, she flicked her head to the side and sent her mane cascading over her back.

“You flatter me, Sprout,” she hummed. “There aren’t many stallions brave enough to speak so candidly with a Queen, much less confess their interest in one.”

Surreptitiously flicking her tail to the side, giving him a fleeting glimpse of her marehood, she closed her eyes when a subtle wave of carnal energy washed over her. Like a bug flying headlong into a spider’s web, he ignorantly slipped right into her clutches. Arching her back and feigning a stretch, she raised her waist and spread her hind legs ever so slightly.

As he gazed longingly at the creature, Sprout’s mouth started to water. Never once - not a single time in his life had a mare displayed herself in such a provocative way to him, yet this changeling was flaunting herself without a shred of hesitation or shame. His eyes wandered over her rear, up her side and long, slender neck, and ultimately settled on her face. She may not have been a pony, but she was definitely alluring - sure, she may have been more than a little scary and intimidating, but she was alluring all the same.

“Forgive me,” she whispered, casting her best come hither look at him, “but being down here for so long has me feeling a bit tense. Would you - oh my…”

Seeing that her focus had shifted away from his face, to something beneath him, he glanced under himself and yelped. He’d been so busy enjoying the sight of her that he’d failed to realize his body had betrayed him. Having slipped from its sheath to dangle in the cool air, his stallionhood gradually hardened beneath him.

“S…sorry!” he squawked, hiking a hind leg to cover his shame.

A bead of saliva crept past Chrysalis’ lips and glided down to her chin, her marehood grew moist, and her pulse started to race. She would have been pleased with a simple meal, but Sprout had much more to offer than just that. Though she’d only seen his endowment for a split second, he was hiding something wickedly impressive. Fighting the urge to pounce on him, she faced away from him and seated herself.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, Sprout. You’re a healthy, undoubtedly virile young stallion, and your reaction is nothing to be ashamed of - frankly, I’m a bit flustered that you’d be so inspired by an old mare like myself,” she forlornly breathed, hanging her head.

“I…” he began and immediately stopped himself.

She definitely didn’t look old, perhaps middle aged at most, but she wasn’t lying about the flustered part. He’d seen excited mares before, almost exclusively in issues of PlayColt magazines, and he could tell from how wet her nethers were that she was as or more worked up than he was. Still feeling more than a little uncertain, not for the least of which reasons being he’d unintentionally aroused the strange bug-horse, he summoned his courage and inched toward her.

“Ok, now I know you’re full of it,” he lightheartedly huffed, prompting her to peer back at him. “If you’re an old mare,” he continued, quoting with a single forehoof, “I’m a monkey’s uncle.”

“I bet you say that to all the mares,” she pouted. “Speaking of which, you should watch your tongue. I’m sure your marefriend would be rather disappointed to find out you were dispensing hollow flattery to somepony you just met.”

Thrusting a hoof at her, he squared his stance. “Joke’s on you, I don’t even have a marefriend!”

The declaration taunted her, teasing her predatory instincts like one dangling a yarn in front of a cat. “You jest.”

He shook his head proudly for a moment, before his expression wavered. “Actually, no, I’m serious. I wish I had a marefriend, but I just haven’t had any luck.”

Taking a step closer to him, keenly aware of her winking, slavering marehood, she locked eyes with him. Being single meant that he likely hadn’t had any relief in quite some time - furthermore, considering his somewhat immature demeanor, relatively young age, and his claim that he was a pariah, she wouldn’t be stunned to learn he’d never shared a bed with a mare before. She reached out, caressed his cheek, and earned another small wave of affectionate energy from him.

“I simply can’t believe you, Sprout,” she breathed. “Attractive, courageous, and, if I might be so bold, exquisitely well-hung? I bet you’re having to fend off mares with a stick.”

As he averted his gaze, his shoulders went limp. “Yeah right…”

She liked to think of herself as a cunning, patient creature, able to spend months on end infiltrating and carefully gleaning information from her enemies, although the prospect of feasting herself on such a succulent little dish was too much to bear. Leaning toward him, she flicked her tongue over his ear. As badly as she wanted to pace herself, there was something she had to ask.

“Tell me,” she whispered, “have you ever bedded a mare?”

He stiffened then angrily sprang away from her. “Not like it’s any of your business, but no! Why would you even ask -”

“Want me to fix that?” she interrupted.

Thrown completely off guard, it took him a second to process what she’d just said. “Here - like right here in the cave?”

“Right here, right now,” she confidently insisted. “Consider it your reward for freeing me.”

“I…I mean, I guess I wouldn’t - Gah!” he cried as a radiant green aura surrounded his body and plucked him from the ground. “H…hey! What are you -”

“Relax,” she calmly stated, levitating him to one corner of the small chamber and seating him against the wall. “Make yourself comfortable and enjoy yourself…”

Staring over at the lanky mare approaching him, Sprout gulped. Was this really happening? Had she been serious about giving him a roll in the hay? Unable to move or look away from her, he watched as she gently spread his hind legs, lowered herself, and steadily brought her snout to the tip of his rapidly hardening stallionhood.

Laying between his legs, she lovingly stroked the base of his length with one forehoof. “I don’t think I’ve ever fooled around with somepony packing heat like this.”

“T…thanks?” he sputtered. “I don’t really - Mmmmmm…”

He bit his bottom lip and quivered as she drew her long, serpent-like tongue up the underside of his shaft. The logical parts of his mind told him to panic, that this was the last thing he should be doing with a creature sporting fangs, but his primordial id and his desire to experience the intimate touch of another overpowered his better judgment. Slowing as she reached the tip of his cock, she opened her mouth and revealed the vibrantly colored interior of her toothy maw.

Whimpering as she wrapped her lips around him, he shuddered. He’d heard that oral felt good, but the stories didn’t do it justice. Warm, wet, and surprisingly soft, in spite of her savage fangs, her muzzle felt incredible. Forcing his eyes open, wishing to commit the experience to memory, he saw that she was watching him while she virtually inhaled his shaft.

Chrysalis coiled her tongue around him and drew a deep breath, readying herself for what was to come. She’d been truthful when she’d told him that she hadn’t fooled around with anypony as exceptionally well-endowed as him, if she didn’t count non-ponies, which made this a first for both of them. Relaxing her throat as she filled her mouth with him, she bore down and forced him into her gullet.

“B…buck,” he croaked above her, his face contorting in bliss.

His reaction would have been enough to inspire any mare onward, but she wasn’t just any mare - she was a changeling Queen. The flavor of his passion accentuated the taste of his flesh against her tongue, thrilling her to no end. Lower and lower she crept, willing herself not to gag, until her nose bumped against his groin.

There was no way he could possibly comprehend it, but he was a veritable feast for her senses. He wasn’t bad looking, his stallionhood was obscenely huge, the hushed whines he made were a symphony, and the banquet he afforded was just the perfect appetizer to what would be the inevitable main course. Wasting no time, keeping her heavily-lidded gaze on him, she reared back, freed the lower portion of his cock, and began sucking him off in earnest.

Though she detested ponies, she would give them one small concession; their equipment was fantastic. Something about the blunt head, somewhat pliable length, and the girthy medial ring of a stallionhood rarely failed to leave her satiated in every conceivable way, and Sprout’s tool was downright godly. Ignoring her flagging tail and the growing ache in her loins, she tilted her head from side to side and swabbed her throat with his length.

The breath hitched in Sprout’s throat, his chest heaved, and he could feel himself slipping closer and closer to his limit. Having only ever known the touch of his hoof to get off, the blowjob was leagues better than anything he’d ever experienced. He winced as she continued, setting his jaw and doing everything in his power to hold himself back, but it was a battle he’d never win.

“I…I’m g…getting close,” he rasped through gritted teeth.

He’d expected her to slow down or possibly even stop, yet she defied his expectations. Instead of relenting, she redoubled her efforts and altered her technique. She pulled back only slightly, freeing the lower-half of his shaft to fixate on the far more sensitive upper portion of his stallionhood, while she lovingly stroked and kneaded the thick root of his length with her hoof.

At best, he could have lasted for a minute or two, possibly a shade longer if he’d honestly tried to distract himself, but she wouldn’t be denied. She sensually moaned around him, shamelessly making a show of herself while pleasing him, and the spectacle flung him past the brink. While his dick throbbed and flared in her snout, he screwed his eyes closed and mewled.

He was no stranger to climaxes - for goodness’ sake, it wasn’t uncommon for him to rub one out every evening before bed, sometimes twice before he eventually fell asleep, yet the orgasm she gave him was mind-blowing. The world spun around him, he felt like he was floating, and he genuinely felt like he may pass out. Awash in ecstasy, he did what he could to ride out the rapturous high while trying not to make too much noise.

With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, Chrysalis eagerly gulped down mouthful after mouthful of hot, rich foal-batter. Try as she might not to waste a single drop of his spunk, cum gushed past her lips and dribbled out of her nose. While she wasn’t concerned with getting a little messy, knowing that a great many stallions actually enjoyed the sight of a mare struggling to swallow a full load of cream, she was awestruck by just how productive he was.

Pulling back as his orgasm tapered off, ensuring she’d wrung his cock dry, she smacked her lips and tittered. “If you don’t mind me asking, do you always cum that much?”

“Heh -” he dreamily asked, looking up at her in a stupor, “yeah, kinda…”

Going to let go of his stallionhood, willing to give him a few minutes to recuperate before she went a second round, she paused when she noticed that his length was still hard. Gazing down at his spectacularly turgid endowment, seeing and feeling that it hadn’t softened in the slightest, she pursed her lips in consternation. Every male she’d ever slept with, without exception, had required some time between bouts of coitus, yet Sprout, though appearing a bit woozy, seemed ready and raring to go.

Glancing up at his face, she found herself at an impasse. She’d sucked him dry in more ways than one, glutting herself on him as if he was a fine cuisine, although he didn’t seem to mind. In the past, she’d typically feed upon a creature and either imprison them in her hive or simply leave them be after they collapsed, both methods being a sustainable way to approach prey, and she almost never gave her carnal needs any thought - that being said, the idea of using him like a living, breathing dildo was too good to pass up.

Buck it - he wasn’t unconscious or completely out of his head, and she didn’t mind doing most of the work, so she saw no harm in taking advantage of the situation. Calling upon her magic, she dragged him off the wall and fully onto the floor beneath her. Given that it was his first time with anypony, she may as well make it memorable.

“Comfortable?” she hummed, adjusting herself and squatting down over the monolith that was his stallionhood.

Sprout absentmindedly nodded. “Yeah…”

Kissing her marehood to his cock-head, she flashed her fangs at him. “Good…”

No sooner did the word pass her lips then she eased herself down and gradually impaled herself on him. The feeling of him steadily filling her was just what she’d hoped for. Intense and staggeringly pleasant, the wondrous sensation made her weak in the knees. Feeding on somepony was all well and good, but it had been ages since she’d indulged herself purely for the fun of it.

Her descent came to a halt when his girthy medial ring met her lower lips. She’d used her metamorphic ability to fellate him, making her jaw and gullet more pliable than they naturally were, but she wasn’t about to alter her depths for him. He’d been kind enough to free her and to be candid with her, so the least she could do would be to let him experience the natural tautness of her depths.

Applying more and more of her weight, growing increasingly annoyed that her treacherous snatch wouldn’t yield to him, she obstinately threw herself down and fully sheathed him. The impetuous, foolhardy move, while successful, wrought devastation upon her. While she had managed to hilt him, she nearly climaxed as the battering ram-like head of his dick smashed against her womb.

“You ok?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Shaking her head and keeping her eyes closed, she held still and adjusted to the profound intrusion. “I’m fine. Just give me a moment to - Mmmph!”

Her body was driven upward, a bolt of pleasure surged through her, and she was almost thrown off balance, as the little stud braced his hind legs and bucked into her. His thrust was so abrupt and unexpected that it blindsided her completely, but he wasn’t done with her yet - not by a long shot. Having only just wrapped her head around what had happened, he rolled his hips back and plowed into her a second time.

“Who said you could - Aaaahn!” she loudly groaned.

His second thrust was followed by a third, a fourth, and a fifth, until he was steadily rutting her from below. She’d had every intention of riding him until she was satisfied, even if he passed during what she’d assumed would be a one-sided exchange, yet he’d somehow found the strength to take a more active role. Lurching forward and slamming her forehooves to either side of her head, she glowered down at him.

“Stop this instant,” she chided.

To her shock, he did as she’d asked. “I didn’t hurt you ~ did I?”

Her jaw flapped uselessly while she attempted to find her voice. His sincerity was irrefutable, as was the wounded look in his eyes, which left her at a loss for words. He didn’t know her, what she was, or the things she’d done, yet he was worried about her. Looking away from him, awash in an unfamiliar cocktail of emotions, she shook her head.

“No…” she finally, albeit hesitantly admitted.

Rubbing her foreleg, he smiled. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“I…” she faltered.

Her outburst had been brash and unwarranted, so much so that she regretted snapping at him, but what was she supposed to have done? She was a Queen - the Queen of the Changelings, and he was just some random, completely forgettable, big-dicked pony! She wasn’t supposed to let him see her in a vulnerable state, yet the hoofful of thrusts he’d delivered had been nothing short of heavenly.

Keeping her eyes on the ground, refusing to look at him, she gave an almost imperceptible nod. “Yes…”

“Ok, just tell me if you want me to stop,” he gleefully noted. “I’ve always wanted to try this.”

“Try whaaaaa - Oh buck!” she howled as he began pounding into her.

He was half her size, hadn’t the slightest bit of magical power, and couldn’t have been more than a small fraction of her age, yet the rapture he delivered was the definition of insanity. His stallionhood beat against her cervix with every plunge, his balls leapt up and slapped her ass, and he grunted like a beast possessed. Somehow, as unthinkable as it was, his drowsiness had been replaced by a level of zeal that even an alicorn would struggle to attain.

“H…how are you…” she stuttered.

The overwhelming onslaught of bliss she weathered made it impossible for her to speak, but she wasn’t about to throw in the towel. Compelled by nothing more than her pride and pettiness, she rallied her strength, got his timing down, and drove her ass down to meet his bucking hips. She had centuries of experience in the bedroom and hundreds of carnal conquests, so she’d be darned if she was going to be bested by a simpering neophyte.

Though he’d been a virgin until several seconds prior, Sprout had read extensively on sex. From the various positions that a couple could do the deed to how to pleasure a mare, he’d spent a decent amount of his free time preparing for this exact moment - nevertheless, all his research went straight out the window. Driven by little more than his natural instincts, he plowed her with reckless, fanatical abandon.

Desperately attempting to keep pace with him, she hung her head. “S…slow down…”

She hated herself for uttering such heresy, but she couldn’t - wouldn’t be brought to her knees by a pedestrian earth pony. Fortunately for her libido but unfortunately for her pride, he either ignored or didn’t hear her plea. A familiar heat welled within her abdomen, her legs trembled, and her heart beat wildly in her bosom, until the blinding light of ecstasy consumed her.

The climax which struck her was singular, easily one of, if not the most powerful she’d ever experienced, and it almost caused her to black out. It was all she could do to hold herself up and breathe - even then, she felt like she could collapse at any moment. Her blissful wail, the deluge of nectar which spurted from her spasming marehood, and her shivering did nothing to deter him.

Altering the angle of his thrusts, he laid siege to her womb and tender g-spot. He felt sure he was hitting her sweet spots, judging from the baptism of marish juices coating his thighs and groin, which pushed him closer to his limit. Under normal circumstances, he’d take it easy after blowing a load, although the circumstances were anything but normal.

Pushing his body to the limit, heedless of the fact that he was skyrocketing toward another climax, he went all out. The muscles in his legs burned, he’d never been more turned on in his life, and he was grateful beyond what words could say, yet he knew exactly how he could show his thanks. With her face hovering just in front of him, inches away, he shot forward and locked lips with her.

He would never have guessed that a simple kiss would have get a profound reaction from her, yet she brayed into his muzzle and came with all the force of a tsunami. The deluge of nectar that gushed from her convulsing depths was the straw that broke the camel’s back, driving him past the point of no return. Giving her one final, unstoppable plunge, he sheathed himself in her velvety confines and erupted.

As her eyelids fluttered, on the very precipice of oblivion, Chrysalis was barely able to cling to the waking world. The outpouring of affection she felt from the little stallion was astonishing, the stuff she dreamt about when she prowled Equestria to feed, and it was beyond gratifying. Draping herself on him, falling still and silent, she panted and fought to recover.

“H…hey,” he rasped beneath her, patting her side.

Exhausted though she was, she turned her head to look at him. “What…?”

“So - uh - if you don’t have anywhere to stay tonight, do you want to crash at my place?” he murmured, looking just as spent as she felt.

“Sure, whatever…” she wheezed, too tired to argue.

She did need a place to rest her head, she wished for nothing more than to sleep, she was in desperate need of a shower, and she still had a lot to think about. If her assumption about the world was correct, Equestria was a different place than it used to be. Basking in the afterglow of the best lay she may have ever had, she softly groaned to herself. Sprout could definitely be useful, especially if she could continue using him as a food source, so it wasn’t the worst idea to stay on his good side - for now…