New Day

“We…we c…can’t - Cough - keep doing this,” Sprout weakly murmured, staring up at the ceiling.

Rolling over and draping a foreleg over his chest, Chrysalis contently hummed and wriggled against him. “And what makes you say that, my little Sprout? Judging from how enthused you always are to see me, I’d say that you wouldn’t oppose coming to visit me twice a day.”

He shook his head and languidly rubbed her back, ignoring the cocktail of foal-batter and changeling nectar slathering his nethers. “No, not that. I mean I can’t keep paying for this…”

“Well if you have any options for where a poor, needy mare could rest her head affordably, I’m all ears,” she sighed, kissing her way up his neck and to his ear.

Closing his eyes, he reached up and pinched the bridge of his snout. After awakening and being set upon by Chrysalis in the little grotto he’d quite literally stumbled upon, he’d done what any reasonable stallion would do - he’d offered to put her up in one of Maretime Bay’s hotels until she’d gotten her hooves under herself. Even if he still didn’t fully understand exactly what she was, why she’d been turned into a statue, or how long it had been since she’d seen the light of day, leaving her to fend for herself would have been downright heartless - that and she had popped his cherry and made a proper stallion out of him.

As her hoof drifted down his chest and toward his groin, he peeked down at her. “Seriously, again?”

She shrugged and smirked up at him, feigning innocence. “You could act coy and then start feeling me up in the shower - you know, like you did the other day.”

Slowly exhaling, he rolled away from her, got his hooves under himself, and hopped from the bed. “Ok, so I wouldn’t mind going another round, but that doesn’t solve our problem! Chryssy, I’m running out of bits! Even if I wanted to, I’ve only got enough money to put you up for two - maybe three more nights!”

“You could always let me stay at your place,” she breathed, unable to stop herself from eyeing the semi-rigid length hanging beneath him.

“We’ve been over this,” he groaned, his shoulders sagging. “Do you think my mom would be alright with me introducing you, a creature she’s never seen before, and telling her that you’ll be living under our roof?”

Slipping from the bed and rising to her full height, she wreathed herself in harlequin fire and instantly disguised herself as a tall, svelte unicorn mare. “She, much like the rest of this town, wouldn’t know what I am,” she began, sauntering toward him with a sway in her hips. “Regarding her thoughts on you moving your marefriend in, I think she’d be elated. You’re a healthy, attractive, reasonably successful stallion; it’s more shocking that you haven’t bagged yourself a comely, fertile young mare for yourself by now!”

He cast his eyes to the floor as fought back a smile. “You know, even though you keep saying that, I still don’t believe it.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s not true,” she tutted, trotting around and up to his side. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m the luckiest mare in this little backwater.”

Leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek, she pressed herself against him. Her admission had been genuine and heartfelt, although she may have tactically omitted a few factors. Sprout wasn’t a bad pony by any means, excluding when he’d apparently gone mad with power and gone on a quasi-genocidal rampage, and he was practically a walking buffet for her - that said, the bar for stallions in Maretime Bay was set very, very, very low.

The small city, located aptly on a cove at the ocean, only hosted a population of a hundred or so earth ponies at most. Aside from the innovative and technologically advanced Canterlogic Industries and the glaring eyesore that was the Crystal Brighthouse, the town was relatively uninteresting, bland, and just as boring as any pony settlement she’d visited before. As her thoughts wandered back to the innumerable villages she’d infiltrated over the centuries, a melancholy settled over her.

The Equestria she’d known and reviled was gone. Her foes, Canterlot, the Princesses, the Elements of Harmony, even Starlight Glimmer, all of them, each and every one, no longer existed. She should have been overjoyed at finding herself in a pristine world, yet she took no solace from knowing her enemies had been lost to the ever-shifting sands of time. What should have been a decisive, eventual victory had been stolen from her, leaving her with a bitter taste in her mouth.

“Hey,” Sprout said softly, patting her shoulder and shaking her from her thoughts, “are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” she grumbled.

Trotting across the suite and into the bathroom, she sneered. The issue of her lodgings paled in comparison to the grander problem of what she was going to do with herself for the foreseeable future. Twilight and her band of misfit minions were no longer a threat, nor were the Alicorns a factor to consider, although the world she found herself in wasn’t without perils.

In place of the Elements of Harmony, a dreadfully bland mare named Sunny Starscout and her band of nauseatingly diverse friends were making names for themselves as heroes. From what Sprout had said, the group had renewed magic to Equestria, reunited the pegasi, earth ponies, and unicorns, and were just as annoying as the Elements of Harmony ever had been. Though the merry band of misfits may not have posed any immediate danger to her, having passed her by while she’d been traipsing about in disguise, her instincts told her that they could and in all likelihood would give her trouble sooner or later.

Setting the shower to warm, she looked over as Sprout trotted in behind her. “Seriously, I’m fine and I can handle myself.”

“I know you can, but that doesn’t mean I can’t worry,” he confessed. “Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?”

She peaked a brow at him while she stepped into the basin. “I’ve told you that I don’t need to eat - besides, after that banquet you just gave me, I couldn’t eat another bite.”

Trotting over and stepping in behind her, he reached over for a miniature bottle of shampoo. “Yeah, but you may as well meet my mom. If you make a good impression with her, she might just be able to get you a job at Canterlogic.”

“The Queen of the changelings reduced to sorting parts on an assembly line at some factory, how droll,” she groused.

He shrugged and smiled up at her. “Not all of the jobs there involve skilled labor.”

Seating herself with her back to him, she closed her eyes and allowed him to wash her mane. He did have a point. Regardless of whether or not the topic of job prospects came up, being introduced to Phyllis could prove beneficial in a number of ways. Not only was Sprout’s mother particularly well-off, but she was quite influential and held in high regard in Maretime Bay. Wiping a lock of whetted mane from her face, she hung her head.

“And,” he added, stepping back, “my mom makes the best snickerdoodle cookies.”

“Fine,” she grunted. “I suppose I’ll break bread with your mother this evening.”

Hugging her back and resting his chin on her shoulder, he embraced her. “She’s gonna be so excited to meet you!”

His struck her as odd and instantly piqued her interest. “You’ve spoken of me?”

“Well I had to tell her something,” he laughed, wiggling his way past her to clean himself up. “Don’t worry though, it’s not like I spilled the beans or anything. I just told her that I may have finally found my special somepony.”

Her eyes narrowed as she watched him, looking for any sign of deceit or treachery, yet all she saw was a proud, happy, and confident stallion. He’d meant it, he actually considered her his special somepony, even though he’d only met her less than a month prior. A part of her considered his confession ignorant and naive to a fault, bordering on lunacy, yet the sheer joy radiating from him warmed the cold, blackened depths of her heart. Scowling out of spite, telling herself that he was a fool and nothing more than a tool to be used, she stood and snatched up a washcloth.

“I presume you didn’t say too much about me,” she intoned, scrubbing her undercarriage.

“Oh no, I barely told her anything,” he replied. “You said that you didn’t want me to tell anypony about Queen Chrysalis, the changelings, or that I found you as a statue, so I’ve kept my lips sealed about all the details. Once you’re finally ready to introduce yourself to everypony, I’ll be the only one who isn’t surprised!”

Plucking the detachable shower head from its fixture, she rinsed herself off. “Good. You’ve done a commendable job with everything and proven yourself quite competent.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled, grinning from ear to ear. “I wouldn’t be a very good coltfriend if I didn’t do my very best for you.”

She opened her mouth to reply, to tell him that he wasn’t her coltfriend, but she stopped herself. Admonishing him would serve no purpose and could only complicate matters - furthermore, for all intents and purposes, presenting herself as his marefriend would have a number of advantages. Stepping out of the tub and levitating a towel from beside the sink, she patted herself down.

“Hey - um - I have a question,” he remarked, having nearly finished with his shower. “Is it uncomfortable when you do that shapeshifting thing?”

“No,” she huffed. “A changeling’s transformation is like tensing a muscle; so long as one is properly trained and practices metamorphosis regularly, it only becomes unpleasant if held for extended periods of time - even then, it’s not what I’d call painful.”

Finishing up and turning off the flow of water, he peered over at her. “Why do it at all though? I think your natural form looks way better than that unicorn disguise you have.”

“Seriously,” she moaned, rolling her eyes and looking back at him. “Is it not obvious?”

He met her gaze and cocked his head to the side. “No? You’re attractive, you were stuck in stone for who knows how long, and you’re a Queen! Why wouldn’t you let everypony see the real you?”

“I - Ugh - just nevermind. If and when the time is right for me to properly reveal myself, I’ll let you know,” she griped, seeing herself out and into the suite.

Realistically speaking, there’d been no real need for her to create a disguise and alias for herself, but old habits died hard. She’d spend centuries as a creature of shadow, only being comfortable in her own skin when she was within the safety of her hive or alone, so simply going out and about au naturel would be an extremely tall order. Ponies and changelings mixed like oil and water, prey and predators, and she wasn’t one to disrupt the natural order of things.

Crossing to the vanity, she inspected herself. “Anything I should know about your mother before I meet her?”

“Not really,” he responded, trotting out of the bathroom. “She wasn’t really a fan of unicorns or pegasi before everypony started getting along, but she’s ok with them now - actually, she even hired a few pegasi at the factory! I guess the only thing to worry about is that she’ll probably have a ton of questions for you.”

“I’ll handle that,” Chrysalis noted, turning to face him. “So are we doing this now, or -”

“We can go now!” he chirped, interrupting her. “Honestly, I’ve kinda been wanting to introduce you two to each other. I wouldn’t be the stallion I am today without my mommy.”

She squinted down at him, unmoving. “Your what?”

“I - uh - that’s kind of what I call her,” he bashfully admitted.

Though she was tempted to make a snide comment, she bit her tongue. “Well then, now that that’s out of the way, shall we?” she inquired, waving a hoof at the door.

He nodded, trotted to the exit, and opened the door for her. “Mares first!”

Trotting into the corridor of the hotel, she waited for him to lock up behind her and lead the way. The way she saw it, her meeting with Phyllis was either going to go very well or very poorly. She wasn’t concerned about answering even the most prying questions that Sprout’s mother may or may not have, having spent a lifetime deceiving and winning over total strangers - even so, there was a lot hinging on the impending exchange. As she followed along after him and toward the nearest exit, she put on her most becoming smile.

The trek through town was short and mercifully went without incident. A few of the ponies they passed smiled, a small number waved, and the sun dipped toward the horizon. Had it not been for the fact that everypony only had a cutiemark emblazoned on a single flank, she could have easily thought she was in a seaside town from before she’d been imprisoned for what felt like a small eternity.

Sneaking occasional glances over at the tall, beautiful unicorn trotting beside him, Sprout couldn’t keep himself from grinning. His mommy had hounded him relentlessly about the special somepony he’d been visiting on a daily basis, peppering him with all sorts of questions about her, but he’d dutifully kept most of the details about Chrysalis under his hat. The only information he’d revealed was that he’d met a gorgeous, one of a kind mare, and that he may be smitten with her.

He stopped at the doorstep of his home, took a deep breath to steady himself and slowly exhaled. “Mom?” he called out, pushing the door open.

“Sprout,” a familiar voice shouted from deep within the home, “is that you?”

Seeing his mother’s face appear from around a corner, Sprout waved a hoof. “Can you come here for a second? I wanted to introduce you to somepony,” he began, doing what he could to obscure her view of his guest. Waiting until his mother had trotted into the foyer, he stepped to the side and waved up at the towering mare at his back. “Mom, this is…”

Trailing off, he froze. He’d been a split second from letting the cat out of the bag, but he’d managed to catch himself - if only just. On the few times he’d seen her interact with townsponies, she’d always introduced herself by giving a different name. While he could understand some of her reluctance to reveal who and what she was, given that she’d been away from the world for so long and was likely a bit overwhelmed, it had been hard for him to convincingly play along with her trickery.

“Lotus,” Chrysalis announced, trotting in and giving a small bow, “Lotus Amore. I’m pleased to finally make your acquaintance.”

She’d anticipated being offered a hoofshake or possibly being spontaneously hugged by the older mare, although she received neither. The older mare looked her over, studying her shrewdly for a moment, until her eyes settled on her face. Holding her ground, she peered down at Phyllis and maintained her smile.

“Well I’m happy to finally meet the mare my little Sprout has been seeing,” Phyllis flatly stated, glancing over at her son. “If I might ask, what brought you to Maretime Bay?”

“I’ve always wished to see the sea,” Chrysalis smoothly answered, “though I may stay because of your son.”

As she locked eyes with her guest, Phyllis’ eyes narrowed. “Uh-huh - anyways, so how did you meet him?”

Stepping over and wrapping one foreleg over Sprout’s shoulders, Chrysalis leaned against the markedly tense stallion. “It was as if fate brought us together. I was at the shoreside, simply admiring the crashing waves and the sunset on the water, when I first saw him. We chatted for a bit, he showed me to town, and we’ve been loving every second of our fleeting time together - well, at least I know I have.”

To hammer the point home, she dipped her head and pecked him on the cheek. From what she’d heard, Phyllis was no simpleton; the mare was cunning, intelligent, and charismatic enough to found a business empire, yet she had one weakness - her precious child. The only reason Sprout hadn’t been locked away or exiled from Maretime Bay was because of his mother’s influence - bearing that in mind, she had to play her cards carefully.

“Mom, I know it’s late notice, but do you think she could have dinner with us tonight?” Sprout asked, sheepishly smiling over at his mother.

“As happy as I’d be to have her eat with us tonight,” Phyllis replied, her inquisitorial apathy fading as she looked over at her son, “I’m afraid I have plans. Canterlogic is hosting their annual employees’ appreciation banquet this evening and I have to be there.”

“That’s tonight?” Sprout bleated. “I thought it was next week?”

Phyllis shook her head and inched closer to the door. “You must have gotten your days mixed up - thankfully, I shouldn’t be there for too long. If you two would like to wait around, I should be back in about an hour or so.”

“I’m sure Sprout wouldn’t mind entertaining me until you return,” Chrysalis hummed.

Either ignoring or overlooking the innuendo, Phyllis trotted past the pair and went outside. “Just be sure to lock up if you leave. Keep an eye my little sugarcube for me, Lotus, he can be quite the hoofful.”

Chrysalis turned and bowed to her would-be host. “I’ll do my best, Ms. Cloverleaf.”

“Just call me Phyllis,” the mare laughed, waving as she trotted away. “You two have fun.”

“Bye, Mommy!” Sprout shouted. “I’ll be good, I promise!”

As Phyllis made her way down the street, Chrysalis shifted her attention over to Sprout. It was no mystery that he thought highly of his mother, speaking well of her whenever she came up in conversation and even noting that she’d be worried if he was out too late, yet what she’d thought was simply an unhealthy neediness of his was actually something all the more amusing. Though it was subtle, so faint that even her keen senses had only barely detected it, there’s been the barest hint of attraction lacing his affection for his mother.

Holding still and waiting until Phyllis was out of sight, she reached out and closed the door. “Now that I’m finally here, how about you give me a tour?”

“Right now?” he countered. “But I was going to ask you if you wanted to get a smoothie with me.”

“The smoothie can wait,” she purred. “I haven’t mentioned it, but I’m thrilled to see where my studly little coltfriend was raised.”

His ears perked up, his eyes widened, and he smiled broadly up at her. “Really?”

“Really,” she warmly repeated.

“Well I guess we could do that, yeah!” he exclaimed. “As you can probably guess, this is the living room!”

She stuck close to his side, halfheartedly listening to him prattle on about his home, how he’d grown up there, and even a few noteworthy stories he had about the place, while he guided her from one room to the next. While the house wasn’t quite a mansion, it was definitely large enough to accommodate several ponies with space to spare. There were four bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a large kitchen, an office, and even a little den that appeared to be a game room of sorts in the Cloverleaf abode - all in all, she was quite impressed with what she saw.

Ultimately stopping and nodding to a closed door on the second floor, Sprout proudly held a hoof to his chest. “And this is my room.”

Waiting for him to open the door, she quirked a brow. “Aren’t you going to show me inside.”

“I mean, if you want,” he mumbled, weakly shrugging. “There’s nothing too - H…Hey!”

Using her magic to open the door, she coolly trotted in. His room was nearly as she’d envisioned it would be, with two posters hanging from the walls, a few knicknacks, and a discarded pizza box in a corner opposite of the bed. She surveyed the interior, looking for anything particularly noteworthy or interesting, until her eyes settled on a little notebook resting on his nightstand.

“What’s this?” she inquired, levitating the book over to herself.

He scrambled to intercept the item, jumping to snatch it from the air. “That’s private!”

“Is it now?” she clucked, hovering the notebook out of his reach. “Might this be a diary?”

“No,” he pouted, seating himself on the floor. “Maybe…”

While she’d freely admit that it was petty, she’d always had a profound weakness for uncovering juicy details that creatures, ponies or otherwise, tried to hide. Opening the journal and flipping through the pages, she hastily made her way to the day when he’d released her from her stony prison. She braced herself for the worst, unsure of what he’d written for her, yet the entry left her speechless.

Reading and rereading the passage, astounded that he hadn’t mentioned the slightest thing about their initial tryst, she kept finding herself at the last passage. ‘I can’t imagine how hard it must be for her to be so alone. She really does seem like a nice mare, so I’m going to do everything I can to help her…’ Glancing down at him, seeing him sulking, she scrunched her snout. A tide of conflicting emotions welled up within her, pity and contempt raging against sympathy and gratitude, leading to her reaching out to stroke the top of his head.

“You’re a good pony, Sprout,” she whispered.

He dismissively waved and peeked up at her. “I didn’t used to be…”

Easing herself down beside him, levitating the journal to its spot beside his bed, she ran her hoof down his back. “I can hardly believe that - after all, you’ve been nothing but kind to me since we met.”

“Funny,” he mirthlessly laughed. Keeping his eyes on the floor, he gave a deep sigh. “It wasn’t very long ago when I would have reported you to Hitch and my mom, but a lot has changed since then. The pegasi aren’t brutes, the unicorns aren’t evil, and you - I hadn’t even heard the word changeling until you came along.”

She leaned against him and allowed her disguise to disappear in a flash of green light. “Ponies are like any other species; while it’s true that there may be a few bad apples in the batch, most mean no harm and only try to find contentment in life.”

“Yeah…yeah, I guess so,” he breathed, shifting a hoof to rub her leg. “I bet your subjects were all super friendly and kindhearted.”

Her lips quivered, nearly bringing a sneer to her muzzle, as the memories of her hive’s reformation bubbled to the surface of her mind. Thorax, through an act of compassion, had been the salvation of his kind - her kind, yet she’d robbed everything from her in the process. Though her home, her family, all the things she’d held dear and fought for for centuries had been stripped away from her, the changelings had found salvation. Looking to the window and seeing the sun setting in the distance, she couldn’t help but wonder if she truly was the last of her kind in this new age.

She started when he reached up and caressed her cheek, prompting her to look down at him. “Yes…yes they were very kind…”

“If…if you wanted, we could look for them together,” he timidly declared. “I’ve never really traveled outside of Maretime Bay, but maybe the unicorns and pegasi could point us in the right direction.”

He didn’t - couldn’t know what he was saying, yet he trusted her so deeply, so sincerely that he was willing to bend over backwards to help her. His concern for her was nearly blinding, eclipsing the pain of old wounds and her contempt for foes which no longer existed, and it brought a genuine smile to her face. Pushing herself up, she offered him her hoof.

“Even if they were around, I doubt they’d know who I was,” she muttered, omitting that that may be for the best.

Standing up beside her, he set his brow and held a forehoof to his chest. “I don’t know about that, but just think about it. If you change your mind someday, I’ll be the first one to volunteer to go with you.”

“That’s…” she paused.

If there were any changelings left in Equestria, it was an all too real possibility that they too had been affected by the loss of magic - in which case, they could have reverted back to their predatory, pre-reformed state. Gazing down at Sprout, seeing his wholly unconvincing facade of bravery, she suppressed a shudder. Were he to stumble upon a clutch of ravenous changelings, he’d be left as little more than a withered husk, and she wasn’t about to let that happen.

“That’s very chivalrous of you,” she continued, “but I think that, at least for the time being, I’d rather slowly adjust and learn about his world.”

“Well I’ll be here for you,” he asserted. “If there’s anything you ever need or if somepony is giving you a hard time, just call on me.”

The corners of her lips turned up and she gave him a small, fleeting hug. “Thank you, Sprout.”

“Wouldn’t be much of a coltfriend if I didn’t look after my big, loving marefriend ~ would I?” he snickered, playfully elbowing her.

Her smile wavered as a pang of something unfamiliar, a feeling she’d only experienced a hoofful of times throughout her preternaturally long life struck her - guilt. Equestria had changed, as had all the ponies in it, and the sins of her past had been erased. Had she the desire to do so, this could be her one - possibly only chance to start a new life of peace and tranquility. Caught at an impasse with her long-held urges of conquest and subjugation warring with the hope of salvation, something she would have never dreamed to attain, she remained silent.

She had no doubt that he hadn’t intended to touch a nerve, yet he’d inadvertently done so all the same. Glancing over to the side, seeing his disheveled bed, she smirked. Wishing for nothing more than to distract herself, to take her mind off less than pleasing thoughts and to relieve herself of her inner turmoil, she sent power flowing into her horn.

“So what do you want to - Eeep!” he cried as he was lifted from the floor and cast onto his mattress. Landing with a soft Pomf, he rolled onto his back and grimaced down at her. “What was that for?”

“Sprout, I’d like to ask you something,” she began, drawing her forked tongue over her lips while she approached the foot of the bed. “In all the times we’ve become intimate, you’ve never once asked me to use my metamorphic abilities ~ why is that?”

Shaking his head, he chuckled to himself. “Because you’re perfect the way you are - Duh!”

She batted a hoof at him, sensing her cheeks darken from the compliment, and stepped onto the end of the mattress. “You’re right, of course, but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t use it to have a bit of fun…”

With nothing to rely on other than her intuition and the transient, almost imperceptible sense of romantic interest she’d sensed from Sprout toward his mother, she called upon her innate power of transformation. Her flanks grew juicy, her backside filled out considerably, her breasts expanded to nearly double their normal size, and she willed some extra weight onto her ordinarily slim frame, as a pair of horned glasses appeared on the bridge of her snout. Seeing him go wide-eyed and watching his stallionhood immediately begin emerging from its sheath would have been rewarding enough, letting her know that her instincts had been correct, yet it was the wave of lecherous force that flowed from him that caused her pulse to quicken.

Lowering herself and crawling up to him, parting his legs with her magic, she avidly eyed his nethers. She really wasn’t hungry, still being full from the last meal he’d given her, but she couldn’t help herself. Like a delicious cake resting on a kitchen counter, he tempted her with the promise of his decadent essence.

She ran her tongue up his trembling thigh and to his succulent balls, staring past his hardening stallionhood and to his face all the while. It would be fair to say that she’d slept with a decent number of ponies in her day, having bedded mares and stallions and mares alike, but there was something different about Sprout. Though his endowment was definitely enough to satiate her marish needs, his fondness and growing devotion for her was where his true appeal lay.

Breathing heavily, Sprout stared down at her in abject awe. If there was one thing he’d learned about her, it was that she had an insatiable libido. He’d done things with her - to her, that he never thought he’d be lucky enough to try - sure, he was often exhausted after they finished making love, and he’d only barely been able to walk home once he’d left her hotel room on a number of occasions, but the benefits vastly outstripped the costs. He lifted and rested his fetlocks on her shoulders, forgetting all about what they’d been talking about, while she buried her face between his nuts and the base of his shaft.

She lifted her head, extended her tongue, and opened her mouth, before she froze. “Wait, I have something better in mind.”

Watching as she stood, turned away from him, and carefully stepped back over his supine frame, he quickly realized what she was planning. He’d been honest when he’d told her that he wouldn’t change a thing about her, finding her natural state captivating to a fault, but he’d be lying if he said that the changes she’d undergone didn’t tickle his fancy. Though he’d never mentioned it to her, not wanting to risk offending her in the slightest, he’d always had a particular attraction towards motherly, mature mares with a bit of meat on their bones.

“Mind if I have a seat?” she tittered, swaying her backside tantalizingly over his head.

Peering up at her sopping wet marehood, marveling at how plump and juicy her nethers had become, he nodded. “N…nope, not at all.”

“Be a good little colt and warm me up,” she cooed, gradually lowering herself.

The heat of her loins radiated over his face, the scent of her arousal was like a siren’s song, and he could practically taste her juices, stoking the fires of his lust. He shot forward before she’d finished easing herself down, burying his nuzzle between her pudgy thighs and eagerly lapping at her sex. He’d eaten her out several times since he’d liberated her, reveling in the act of getting her off, yet his enthusiasm on this occasion was remarkably high.

He groaned into the silken, meaty folds of her marehood when she wrapped her lips around his cock. Blinded by the twin, obsidian globes of her rump, he fitfully bucked his hips and drove his length into her muzzle. While it was true that he’d only lost his virginity a month prior, and with her no less, he’d done what he could to learn the best ways to stimulate her.

Lowering his chin ever so slightly, he lipped and tenderly suckled on her winking, sensitive clit. She trembled and tensed against him as her guttural groan crept to his ears, spurring him on and filling him with determination. He couldn’t speak for every stallion in the world, but he took no small amount of pride and sexual gratification in knowing he was able to please his lover. As she drove her head lower, slipping him into the snug, warm confines of her gullet, he extended his forelegs and grabbed her waist.

Chrysalis’ eyelids fluttered and her airway spasmed around his immense endowment while he feasted on her like it was final meal. To say she’d been lucky to find him would be an injustice. Sprout may have had a few shortcomings, being slightly petulant at times, although he had all the trappings of a fine stallion. Bucking back against him, happy to indulge him, she bobbed her head and swabbed her throat.

Seconds passed into minutes as they grew increasingly heated. When one would up the ante, focusing on a weak spot or giving a blissful moan, the other would reciprocate in kind. While not exactly a competition, more of a self-feeding fire of passion, they whipped one another into a frenzy in no time whatsoever. Most of their engagements were like this, needing little more than a wayward glance of a hint of innuendo to drive them into an amorous frenzy, and neither had any complaints about such spontaneous exchanges.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed, unsheathing his length from her maw. “Where have you been all these years?”

Having to push her away and throw his head back, he gasped for air. “W…waiting for a mare like you to trot into my life.”

She hopped up, stepped forward, and brought her backside over his pillar-like shaft. He may not have been a casanova with his one-liners, but his efforts to woo her were too adorable to be denied. Straddling him, smirked back at his nectar-slathered face. He knew where things were going just as much as she did, so she saw no sense in denying them what they both wanted.

Easing herself down, she sat down and smoothly hilted him in her depths. The feeling of fullness he afforded was as exquisite as ever, sublimely pleasant and intense, and it gave her all the inspiration she needed to continue. Rhythmically tensing and relaxing her legs, she extended her wings and began fucking herself on him like a lustful frat mare.

“Does my special little colt like the view?” she teased, leaning forward ever so slightly to allow him a better look at her stuffed entrance.

His eyes never wavered from her tush, awestruck by the contrast of her jet-black hide against her juicy, vividly green interior. “Y…yeah…”

Reaching out and kneading the doughy cheeks of her behind, he thrusted his hips up to meet her descents. How - how in the wide world of Equestria had he been blessed enough to find such an amazing creature? After all the things he’d said and done, nearly having caused a catastrophe that almost took the lives of several ponies, he’d somehow managed to start dating the most incredible mare in the whole world!

Overcome with joy and the physical physical bliss, he hammered into her with everything he had. She felt good, she smelled good, she tasted good - heck, even her oddly resonant voice was enough to excite him! As she bounded and gyrated against him, meeting every of his zeal, he drew a shuddering breath.

Giving him no quarter, squeezing his stallionhood with every upstroke, she peeked back at him. “You’ve been a very naughty colt, Sprout ~ did you know that?”

“M…Mommy,” he sputtered, grasping her hips. “I’m s…sorry, Mommy…”

His pitiful plea stood in direct opposition to his furious rutting, yet the utterly sinful nature of it was enough to destroy what little composure she had left. She came instantaneously, braying out and bathing him in her climactic juices, but she didn’t slow - no, she flew into a frenzy. There weren’t many things that could drive her into a full-fledged rut-lust, yet striking upon a salacious taboo was definitely one of them.

Pounding her ass on him, falling out of sync with his movements, she clutched his stallionhood in a death grip. “Mommy’s going to have to punish you after this…”

“Yes, Mommy!” he mewled. “I’ve been a bad, n…naughty colt!”

Strands of saliva dangled from her chin, her eyes rolled back, and she was driven to the cusp of a second climax in the blink of an eye, as she savored the moment. Though his endurance between the sheets had grown by leaps and bounds, she could already tell that he wasn’t going to last long. The way his stallionhood throbbed, pulsing hard as its head started to swell, told her he had minutes - possibly just seconds to go before he crossed the point of no return.

From an outsider’s perspective, she imagined they must have looked like a pair of mismatched, exceptionally horny animals. While Sprout was smaller than her in height and overall size, his stallionhood tested the limits of her unaltered depths. On and on she went, climaxing another two times and filling the air with her rapturous screams, until things ultimately reached a head.

Fucking her like a beast possessed, he threw his head back. “I’m…I’m getting close, Mommy!”

“Inside,” she howled, yearning to feel his essence flooding into her starved womb. “Cum inside for Mommy!”

Either because he’d been holding himself back or out of sheer coincidence, he came mere moments after she gave her command. His hooves locked onto her waist and dragged her down, ensuring every drop of his essence would be pumped straight into her foal-factory, while she squealed out in ecstasy. It may have been too early to call, only having been with him for less than a month, yet she couldn’t see herself ever tiring of his fiery passion.

Lurching forward and supporting herself on her forehooves, she heaved air into her chest and weathered the cataclysmic pleasure of his breeding. Her vision blurred, her lungs burned, and her throat was hoarse from shrieking, yet she smiled blissfully all the same. In a blissful haze, only vaguely aware of what sounded like a knocking, she looked over as his door opened.

“Sprout?” a voice called out. “Sprout, is everything…”

Seeing Phyllis’ bespectacled face appear, still grinning like a cum-drunk idiot, she tiredly waved at the interloper. “J…just give him a second, he’s -”

The door slammed shut before she could finish, leaving her to listen to the sound of retreating hooffalls from just outside. Craning her neck and looking back, realizing that Sprout had stopped moving, she saw that her lover had apparently passed out after he’d blown his load. With an exhausted sigh, she ponderously pushed herself up, let his softening stallionhood slip free from her depths, and collapsed next to him, but not before magically locking the door and unsteadily levitating his dresser over to bar anymore unwanted interruptions.

Resting against him, basking in the afterglow, she pecked his cheek. It was going to be awkward to face Phyllis again, they both needed a shower, and the bed was in dire need of fresh sheets, but those could wait until after he’d woken up from his impromptu nap. As she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to herself, holding him close, she drifted off and took contentment from being able to actually sleep with him for a night…