New Day

“Wanna try some?” Sprout asked, offering the oversized cup over to Chrysalis.

Eyeing the mango smoothie in the stallion’s hoof, Chrysalis peaked a brow. “I’m perfectly content with mine…”

She shifted her focus from the smiling, contented stallion to the ponies coming and going from the neary smoothie stand. The sun shone brightly overhead in a cloudless sky, the temperature was warm but not oppressive, and the denizens of Maretime Bay all seemed to be in good spirits - still, she wasn’t what she’d call comfortable. It wasn’t that he’d asked her to join him for a trot through town that bothered her, nor was she ill at ease for having the occasional, curious glance cast in her direction - no, she was uneasy because she was in her natural, unconcealed form.

Being walked in upon by Phyllis in the throes of passion would have been awkward in and of itself, yet that juncture had set off a chain reaction that put her in a rather precarious situation. Sprout’s mother was remarkably shrewd and admittedly a bit xenophobic, having always had certain preconceptions about non-earth ponies, so explaining why a large insect-like creature had been having its way with her son would have been impossible - worse still, she’d run off and fetched the sheriff immediately after getting an eyeful. While she’d been fully prepared to declare outright war after the incident, finding herself facing Hitch and his motley crew of diverse companions, she’d been spared from having to raze the seaside village and all who dared confront her.

Her eyes drifted back to Sprout and studied him. Despite having been drained in more ways than one, barely able to stand at the time, the intrepid stallion had stumbled to her defense and more than likely saved the would-be heroes of his new Equestria from her wrathful, completely justified obliteration. Until that moment, seeing him putting himself in harm’s way purely for her, she’d only considered him a coltfriend in name alone, yet his selfless chivalry, paired with the fact that he was already considered an outcast by many in town for his dubious past actions, had made her reconsider what he truly meant to her.

Peering up and across the table at her, he wiped his cheek. “Is…is something on my face?”

She shook her head and looked into his eyes, feeling the corners of her mouth turning up. “No.”

It wasn’t long after that excruciating, awkward conversation with Phyllis, Hitch, Sunny, that annoying unicorn and the pair of royal pegasi that all of Maretime Bay knew there was a changeling in their midst - even if nopony save herself and to a degree Sprout understood what that meant. One immeasurable benefit to having spent several hundred years as a statue was that none of the soft-headed, colorful little ponies had any idea what she was or what she was capable of, so she’d done what any reasonable matriarch in her position would have done in her position - she’d lied through her teeth and painted herself as an innocent, completely harmless creature. Though it had taken a bit of convincing from her, as well as some supportive backup from Sprout, she’d successfully convinced everypony that she was completely harmless and the victim of a spell gone wrong in the past.

There were ponies who looked at her with suspicion, likely due to her comparably large size, piercing eyes, gnarled horn, and fangs, but nopony had been bold or idiotic enough to directly confront her or cause her any problems. Thus far, over the weeks following her ignominious reveal, the worst she’d gotten were a few curious questions from townsponies. Taking a long draught from her smoothie, continuing to scan her surroundings, she grimaced when a frustratingly familiar figure came trotting in her direction.

“Great…” she grumbled, bracing herself for another unplanned and wholly unwanted session with Maretime Bay’s champion of inclusivity.

Without a care in the world, heedless of or ignoring the frown splitting her muzzle, Sunny stopped beside the table and beamed at her. “Good morning, Chrysalis.”

“‘Morning,” she huffed.

There were a number of things she wanted to say, yet she bit her forked tongue. Sunny was, so far as she could tell, the spiritual successor of Twilight Sparkle in a great many ways. The mare had unified the pony tribes, returned magic to the land, and had a downright fanatical fascination with the old world, the one she’d lived the majority of her life in, so it was in her best interests to play nice. Reclining and setting her cup down, she braced herself for what would almost assuredly be another headache-inducing interview.

“If you don’t mind,” Sunny began, pulling a chair up to the table and seating herself, “I had a few -”

“Questions, yes, I know,” she lamented.

Undeterred, the mare retrieved a journal and pencil from her saddle bag. “Exactly! So I wanted to ask about the alicorns this time; you said there were only four of them?”

“Five if you count Flurry Heart,” she corrected, “though I’m not sure if Twilight could be considered a genuine alicorn. Unlike Celestia, Luna, and Cadance, Twilight wasn’t born an alicorn.”

“Interesting,” Sunny hummed, furiously scribbling down notes. “And she was a unicorn before she became a Princess?”

Chrysalis sighed, practically feeling a blood vessel threatening to burst in her brain, and clamped her eyes shut. “Yes, she was a stu…” she trailed off, only just stopping herself from speaking her mind. “She was a stupendous unicorn before her ascension. Before you ask, no, I’m not sure of the specifics of her metamorphosis, although I believe it had something to do with the elements of harmony and her idio - Ahem - idiosyncratic friends…”

Looking back and forth between the two mares, Sprout listened to the discussion with passive interest and readied himself to intervene if need be. Chrysalis was an absolutely wondrous marefriend, incredible in more ways than he could count, but she wasn’t without her faults; aside from being a bit short-tempered, she could be slightly pushy with ponies she didn’t wish to deal with, but he adored her all the same. Placing his drink on the table, he grabbed the seat of his chair and slid closer to his lover.

While he’d been mortified at the time, being caught in the act of making sweet love to Chrysalis had come with a silver lining. Now that everypony in town knew about her, she didn’t have to conceal her true identity or hide who she was, but that wasn’t the best part; the best part was that his mom, after a bit of convincing and pleading, had allowed her to stay with them. All things considered, other than his embarrassment, things couldn’t have turned out better than they had.

The only tricky part, the thing he’d been doing his best to address, was helping Chrysalis integrate and get along with everypony. He’d had more than a few ponies come and speak with him about her, each of which being too intimidated by her to talk to her directly, and he’d told them all the same thing - that she was, while not a real pony, a good pony at heart. Leaning over, he extended a hoof toward her.

“Oh Celestia was quite rotund - portly even,” Chrysalis laughed, “but what would you expect from a mare who sat in a castle eating cake all - what are you doing?”

Caressing her thigh, Sprout grinned. “Nothing.”

The barest smirk split her muzzle and her eyes lingered on him for a moment before she continued. “Like I was saying, Celestia was a layabout who’s duties included raising the sun and raiding the royal larder at any given opportunity, while Luna skulked about in her room and invaded ponies’ dreams at night.”

“That’s…huh…” Sunny grunted, knitting her brow. “I would have thought the Princesses would be more important.”

“Oh not in the slightest - in fact, they often sent their underlings, the Pillars of Equestria and the Elements of Harmony many centuries after, to do their bidding and fight their battles for them,” Chrysalis snickered. “Far be it for me to make any suggestions regarding your historical research, but there were much more accomplished leaders in the past than the Princesses.”

With her eyes alight, Sunny stared up at her. “Like you?”

“I…” she fell silent, taken aback by the sudden question.

Before she could formulate a response, the inquisitive mare pressed the assault. “Judging from the way you talk about the alicorns, I’m guessing you took a more direct approach?”

“Yes,” she admitted, lifting and peering into her cup. “I orchestrated every action of my hive from the front, be it in battle or with espionage; it’s the only reason we survived as long as we did.”

“Sounds like you really cared about them,” Sunny softly remarked.

She gave a faint nod as her thoughts drifted to a bygone era. “I did - I always did. They could be a hoofful to deal with, always in need of this or that, but I never abandoned them…”

The mare’s joyful expression waned and she set her pencil down. “If you don’t mind me asking, do you have any idea what happened to them - you know, after that spell backfired and you got turned to stone.”

“I’d presume they’d eke out a living somehow,” she mirthlessly chuckled.

The memory of Thorax’ selfless transcendence and the hive’s evolution opened old wounds, yet the knowledge that her kind had likely prospered for ages offered some modicum of comfort. She may never learn what happened to her offspring, the creatures she’d fought for centuries to protect and nurture, but perhaps that was for the best. Though it pained her to admit it, evoking a regret that tore at every fiber of her being, her brood had only truly prospered after she’d forsaken them and labeled them as traitors.

Extending a foreleg across the table, Sunny caressed her hoof. “They may still be out there. Equestria’s a big place and -”

“No,” she interrupted. “Even if there are other changelings in the world, my place wouldn’t be among them.”

“I wouldn’t say that, but I can see why you’d be reluctant,” Sunny whispered. “I don’t know what I’d do if an alicorn Princess just showed up at my doorstep.”

Unseating herself and getting to her hooves, she gazed down at the little mare. “Sometimes the past belongs in the past; that may be a bitter pill to swallow, but it’s true. While the past was full of wonders, it was home to terrors and monsters as well.”

Slipping from her chair, Sunny scrunched her snout. “Well that’s not very comforting. Were there any that we should worry about?”

Though she was sorely tempted to tell the truth, that the ignorant pony was facing one the largest menaces that Equestria had ever known, she refrained. “I believe any ne’er-do-wells would have long since expired by now, save possibly one - regardless, heed my words carefully and be cautious with your investigation. Some things are best left forgotten.”

She left without saying a word, her appetite gone and mood darkened by the exchange, and trotted in the direction of the beach. It was difficult to fully comprehend how much the world had changed in her absence, and she had as many or possibly even more questions than Sunny. Everything she had loved or loathed was gone, leaving her adrift in uncharted waters.

The sound of cantering hooves from behind her caused her to turn. Clumsily cradling two cups in one foreleg, Sprout rushed up to her side. Though she hadn’t wanted to be disturbed, simply wishing for a taste of the bittersweet solitude of which she’d grown so used to, the sight of the little stallion warmed her heart.

“You forgot your smoothie,” he groused, lifting and nodding to one of the drinks he carried.

“It’s fine, Sprout,” she murmured.

He opened his mouth to reply, to ask why she’d left so suddenly, but he remained mute. He couldn’t say exactly what was wrong, but something had clearly touched a nerve with her. Moving off the boardwalk and onto the beach at her side, he ruminated on what had just happened. It wasn’t uncommon for her patience to run thin with practically anypony - heck, he’d seen her all but literally snap at ponies in town before, but this felt different.

As he passed by and glancing to several families enjoying the sun, listening to the sound of softly crashing waves and foals playing with their parents or siblings, he glanced up at her. Her expression was unreadable, almost like it was set in stone, which did nothing to help his predicament. While he was reluctant to press her on the issue, realizing he may well make things worse by prying, he cleared his throat and drew her eye.

“Hey - um - do you want to talk?” he inquired.

“About what?” she countered.

He closed his eyes and gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts, praying he wasn’t about to make a mistake. “About what happened back there.”

Moving around a rock, she continued onward and to a more secluded area of the beach. “No…”

“Alright,” he breathed.

Looking away from him, if only to avoid seeing his sullen expression, she stifled a groan. She hadn’t meant to sound harsh, and it wasn’t like she’d intended on making him feel bad, yet she’d apparently done just that. Spying what appeared to be a pod of dolphins in the distance, she motioned to the sea.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, but are there seaponies or hippogriffs in this age?” she asked.

“If by seaponies you mean sailors, yeah,” he noted, following her gaze. “What’s a hippogriff?”

She slowed as they approached a small, desolate bay and turned her attention to him. “Hippogriffs are - were creatures that could shift forms.”

“Oh! Like a changeling?” he chirped.

Unable to keep herself from snickering, she shook her head. “Hardly. Their transformative abilities were relegated to either being on the land or in the water.”

He stopped and gawked up at her in disbelief. “Hold on - you’re telling me they could somehow swim, trot, and fly? How in the world could they do all that?”

“You see - buck it. It’ll be easier just to show you,” she moaned, waving for him to step back. Engulfing herself in harlequin fire, she instantaneously metamorphosing into the spitting image of Queen Novo. “This is what a hippogriff’s terrestrial form looks like,” she remarked before changing yet again, “and this is the aquatic one.”

With his curiosity piqued, he inched closer. “Turn back into the first one.”

She did as he asked, shifting back into the winged, chimeric variety of hippogriff. “Let me guess, you’re wondering about the beak?”

“Yeah,” he marveled, tentatively caressing her feathered wing. “It’s like they’re part bird and part pony.”

“Just so,” she remarked, reverting to her natural state. “I believe the name is a portmanteau of griffon and something else - possibly an ancient word for pony.”

“And a griffon is…?” he let the question hang, expectantly gazing at her face.

She rolled and closed her eyes, yet a trace of her smile remained. “Are there any sapient creatures besides ponies left in this realm?”

“Well Hitch did find that dragon egg a while back -” Sprout rebuked, “plus, like Sunny said, Equestria is a big place. There could be hippogriffs, griffons, and even more changelings out there!”

The mention of her species stung and immediately robbed her of what little amusement she’d gotten from his naivete. “Perhaps…”

“If you ever did change your mind, I could help you look for them,” he noted. “It could be an adventure!”

Gnashing her teeth, trying and failing to hold back her welling ire, she finally snapped. “And what if we did find them? They’d have no idea who I am, I’d have nothing in common with them, and they’d likely be just as confused about my appearance as you were when you found me!”

He paused and, though it was a struggle, held her gaze. “But you’d still be one of them.”

“No I wouldn’t!” she raged as the dam holding back her anger and sorrow broke. “Even before I was imprisoned, I was the last of my kind - the only true changeling left!”

His knees threatened to buckle, there was a tightness in his chest, and his instincts pleaded for him to run, yet he remained where he stood. “Does this have anything to do with Thorax or Starlight?”

She balked as the rage threatening to consume her was momentarily smothered by confusion. “How do you know those names?”

Staring into her hate-filled eyes was the hardest thing he’d ever done, an order of magnitude more difficult than apologizing to Sunny for the destruction of her family home. “You’ve said them in your sleep. I’ve only heard you mention either of them a hoofful of times, but you sounded like you were mad at them.”

“Mad is an egregious understatement,” she hissed.

Sensing that the inferno that was her ire had diminished slightly, he forced a smile. “I don’t know who they were, but they’re gone now; they can’t hurt you anymore.”

She should have taken comfort from his assertion, having told herself the same thing more times than she could count since she’d been freed, yet hearing it from somepony else struck a chord of deep, soul-crushing anguish. Her pride had fueled her hatred of both Starlight and Thorax for years, consuming her completely, yet she knew - she’d always known, that all they’d wanted to do was to help her. Sinking to her haunches, she looked away from him and cast her gaze out to the sea.

Pain was an old friend of hers, she’d endured it more times than she could count over the millennia, yet the torment of accepting what she’d done, that she’d thrown away her brood, her home, and the chance for a better life purely out of spite broke her. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her lungs burned, and she could practically feel her heart being torn asunder, while a lifetime of regret consumed her. She was lost, adrift and broken in a world not her own, and it was the first time she’d ever truly felt lost.

“Hey,” Sprout whispered, inching closer and reaching up to pat her shoulder, “it’s ok…”

“It’s not ok,” she barked, yet her fury was dead.

Easing himself down beside her, he ran his hoof up and down her back. “I know it’s not ok now, but it will be ok.”

She leered over at him and willed herself to snarl. “How?”

“It’ll be ok if you want it to be ok,” he answered. “The ponies in Maretime Bay might need some time to get to know you, but they’re a decent lot. Between them, the pegasi, and the unicorns, I’m sure we could help you get your hooves under yourself - besides, it might not be much, but you have me.”

What he’d said was the simplest thing in the world, so obvious that it should have been galling, yet the profoundness of his claim rocked her to her core. She didn’t deserve forgiveness, she’d spit at a chance of redemption before, yet some cosmic force or divine power had taken pity on her for a second time. Throwing her forelegs around him, she buried her face in her neck and quietly wept.

“It’s ok,” he breathed, holding her and returning her embrace. “I promise, it’ll be ok…”

The comfort he afforded was a soothing balm to her self-inflicted wounds. Even if she could have spoken, there were no words that could convey the gratitude she felt for him and everything he’d done for her. He’d liberated her from what could have been an eternal prison, he’d shown her hospitality that she’d only ever received from manipulation, and he’d laid his neck on the line for her, a creature he’d only recently met, without asking for a thing in return.

Eventually, as minutes slowly passed, the deluge of her emotional outpouring tapered off and was replaced by a subtle numbness. She still felt awful, more exhausted than she’d been in recent memory, and she was absolutely certain that she must have looked terrible, yet she felt lighter - as if an immeasurable burden had been lifted from her. Releasing him and rocking back, she sniffled.

He kept a hoof on her foreleg, not willing to let her go, and peeked up at her face. “Feel a little better?”

Throwing her head from side to side, she wiped the tears from her face. A sliver of who she was, the hate-filled changeling she’d been for most of her life, urged her to yell at him, to berate him for asking something so stupid, but she wrestled her malicious side into submission - not because she could, not because it was pleasant, but because she was going to have to change herself if she ever wanted to find happiness and peace. Her life had been a trial since she’d stepped hoof into the world, a never-ending fight for survival that had led her down a dark path, and now she had a decision to make ~ did she want to continue down a road to damnation and scorn or would she rather open her heart and place her trust in somepony other than herself?

“No,” she finally replied, looking him in the eye. “Sprout, I need to tell you something…”

Cocking his head to the side, he quirked a brow. “Tell me what?”

There were a number of things she needed to do, but there was one that took priority over the rest. Sprout had been nothing but candid with her, telling her about how he’d become drunk with power and nearly killed Sunny and her friends, and it was time to return the favor. Though there was a possibility that she would jeopardize her relationship with him, she had to confess her past sins and be honest about who she really was.

It was with a heavy heart that she recounted her past, the evils she’d committed and all the terrible things she’d done in Equestria. From nearly derailing the wedding of Shining Armor and Princess Cadance to the apocalypse she, Cozy Glow, and Tirek had all but created, she spoke of her atrocities without leaving out a thing. He listened intently all the while, only stopping her to ask for clarification on certain details he couldn’t possibly have known about, until she eventually fell silent.

Not having the strength to look at him, she hung her head in shame. “Now do you understand why you found me in such a state?”

He stayed quiet for several seconds, digesting the wellspring of information she’d unloaded upon him, before he finally spoke. “I won’t tell anypony, I promise.”

“I…I wouldn’t ask that of you,” she mumbled. “The ponies of Maretime Bay have every right to know whom is in their midst.”

“No. No they don’t,” he steadfastly insisted. “The mare I rescued from that statue isn’t a monster. If you want to tell ponies about the things you’ve done, fine, I won’t stop you, but that’s not you - not anymore. Even if I did believe you, which I am having a very hard time doing, it’s not like you’ll make the same mistakes again!”

Extending a foreleg and brushing a lock of mane from his face, she peered down at him. “And what makes you so sure?”

He grabbed her hoof and clasped it to his chest as he stared into her eyes. “Because you’re my marefriend and I won’t let you!”

Tears formed in her eyes, her heart fluttered, and her throat constricted, though not from woe. She’d had many grand aspirations over her life, from starting an empire to conquering the world, yet finding somepony special, somepony who actually cared about her and yearned to be with her, was something she’d overlooked. Hope and unfettered joy drowned out her fear and dread as she threw herself upon him.

The shock of her spontaneous passion took him by surprise, allowing her to knock him off balance and onto his back, but he ultimately reciprocated. His arms crept around her back, holding her to himself, while she locked lips with him. While he couldn’t fully understand all the things she’d gone through, lacking context for a great many things in her past, he was elated that he’d made her feel better.

As her long, sinuous tongue tried to force its way into his muzzle, he pulled back while pushing her up by the shoulders. “You aren’t going to keep being evil ~ are you?”

“No,” she purred, gliding a hoof down his chest and to his hip. “Maybe.”

He gnawed his lower lip, realizing things had taken an unexpectedly amorous turn, and had to force himself not to succumb to her whiles. “I mean actually evil - like enslaving Equestria and stuff.”

Bringing her hoof to the base of his shaft, a shaft that was rather rapidly hardening, she giggled, leaned in, and drew her tongue up his cheek. “You said that you wouldn’t let me be bad ~ did you not?”

“Y…yeah…” he replied with a shiver.

“I hope you know that I’m going to keep your hooves full,” she continued, dragging herself down his body, “prettycolt…”

While she was completely aware of how inappropriate she was being, teasing him after having an existential crisis, this was the best and possibly only way she could cope. It may have been wrong to indulge at such a time, and she would have felt bad about spontaneously groping him out in the open where anypony trotting by could see, but he didn’t seem to mind - not if his swelling endowment was anything to go by. Sliding down his supine frame, she brought her muzzle to his loins and pressed her nose to the musky folds of flesh between his shaft and ripe, heavy balls.

His scent, the heat and weight of his colossal length resting against her face, his intoxicating affection for her - everything about him was perfection made manifest, though that wasn’t necessarily a good thing for him. If he was comfortable devoting himself to her, ensuring she was cared for and well-fed, that was fine with her - nevertheless, she hoped he knew what he was signing up for. Committing one’s self to a changeling was no easy task, but committing one’s self to a changeling Queen was a feat few if any stallions could accomplish.

Sprout whimpered as she coiled her tongue around the root of his cock and peeked up at her. Holy heck, he might be in a bit of trouble. While he was elated that he’d managed to lift her spirits, even with all the very questionable history she apparently had, he had a sinking feeling that keeping her well-behaved was going to be an ordeal. Praying for strength from any deity who may be listening, he gulped when she turned her head, opened her maw, and gingerly placed her fangs against his shaft.

‘Please don’t bite, please don’t bite, please don’t bite,’ he thought to himself, feeling a cold bead of sweat roll down his temple.

He doubted she’d do anything to hurt him, considering she’d never done so in the past, yet just knowing the harm she could do was enough to spike his arousal with a healthy dose of concern. She closed her jaws around his length, giving him a pristine view of her savage teeth, and ran her head up to the head of his dick. Sleeping with any mare would have been a dream come true, although he may have misspoken earlier; his marefriend, as much as he loved her, was a monster - a sexy, affectionate monster, but a monster nevertheless.

He had no way of knowing if other mares were as passionate as she was, since she was the first creature, pony or otherwise, he’d ever gotten intimate with, though his gut told him that her sex drive was in a league all its own. Before she’d moved into his house, occupying the guest room that was just down the hall, they were getting frisky at least once a day - now that they had access to each other almost constantly, that number had jumped dramatically. As she pushed herself up on one forehoof and wrapped her lips around the tip of his length, he was shaken from his thoughts when he heard the merriment of beachgoers just out of sight.

“I…I don’t - Nnnnph,” he croaked as she lowered her head and massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue.

They were only a few dozen yards away from anypony enjoying themselves at the seaside, putting him in a very delicate situation. On one hoof, he should have told her to stop and reminded her that they could be caught at any second - on the other, there was something undeniably thrilling about being naughty out in the open. Torn with indecision, he licked his lips and reached down toward her.

She eyed him, steadily withdrew, and freed her muzzle with a soft pop. “Are you going to stop me? Don’t tell me that - Mmmph?!”

The only thing he stopped her from doing was taunting him further, as he grabbed the base of her skull and drove her head toward his groin. He still didn’t know everything about her - for pete’s sake, she’d just revealed she’d been an honest to goodness villain, but he knew just how to keep her quiet. He smirked at her as he braced his hind legs, bucked his hips, and sank his length into her spasming throat.

With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, she allowed him to rut her muzzle. His lack of carnal experience and admittedly servile nature made it very rare for him to dominate her, almost always leaving her to take the lead with bedroom affairs, yet her constant coaching and cajoling were beginning to bear fruit. Gagging around him, braced on one foreleg, she threw her free forehoof back and to her aching, slavering loins.

She wouldn’t have guessed that her morning would take such an impassioned turn, especially because her meeting with Sunny had been unfortunate, but she wasn’t about to complain - as a matter of fact, a heaping helping of his hot, creamy seed would be even better than the smoothie she’d been drinking earlier. Stroking her winking clit, she gave a choked groan of delight. Yeah - this was definitely what she needed to take her mind off dreary matters.

Effectively using her head like a sex toy, making her throat bulge with every plunge of his shaft, he gradually increased his pace. To get face-fucked by any stallion was a treat, but to get her gullet mercilessly ravaged by such a godly stallionhood was one of the few things she fantasized about. As she inched closer and closer to release, her marehood angrily seized upon itself while her prolific ovaries went into overdrive.

She’d only used him for substance and companionship thus far, neither wishing nor needing to sire any offspring with him, though that was going to change. If he truly wished to be with her, to protect her and stay her hoof from the path of evil, he was going to have to prove his paternal worth. While she wasn’t going to surprise him with a brood of several dozen grubs, a mere two or three couldn’t hurt anything.

Waiting until he neared his limit, feeling him flaring and stretching her esophagus, she threw herself back and unsheathed his pulsing length from her muzzle. She had to act quickly, realizing he’d either be concerned, upset, or both at her abrupt change of pace, so she did just that. Lowering herself to the sand and rolling to her back, she splayed her hind legs and beckoned to him.

Gawking at her presentation and the glimpses of her vividly-colored, succulent interior, Sprout scrambled to his hooves and stepped over to her. He’d been on the very cusp of release, teetering on the threshold of a climax, but she’d made it obvious that she’d rather have him finish somewhere other than her gullet. As he stepped over her, getting into position, he stopped dead when he was stricken by an idea.

“So you’ve been a bad mare ~ huh?” he chuckled, grabbing her right fetlock.

Nodding up at him, she hummed. “Very bad. Are you going to punish me?”

Taking hold of her right fetlock, he leaned forward and drove her hind legs to either side of her head. “Maybe, but only if you say you’ve been a naughty little mare.”

Raising her hips and grinding her sopping-wet snatch against him, she took a shuddering breath. “I’m a naughty little mare…”

“Louder,” he breathed, dragging his shaft forward and back over her pussy.

“I’m a naughty, bad little mare who desperately needs to be fucked into submission by my well-hung stud of a coltfriend,” she bleated, looking down her chest at his magnificent cock.

Quietly laughing to himself, he rolled his hips back, kissed the crown of his dick to her entrance, and plunged into her. The intrusion, as always, was glorious and enough to make her cum instantly. She’d never mentioned it to him before, hoping to save it for a particularly special occasion, but being held down in a mating press was one of, if not her favorite ways to get railed. Gushing around his length, filling her lungs and preparing to howl out in ecstasy, she was quieted when he shot forward and drove his tongue into her maw.

Though she was in the throes of ecstasy, his fiery kiss evoked a second, even more powerful climax. Squirming beneath him, unable to freely move, she brayed into his muzzle. There should have been no way for him to overpower her, being weaker than her in every way imaginable, yet the sensation of his stallionhood pressed to her starved womb did just that.

Without breaking the kiss, having only taken a second to steady himself, he started to plow her like she was a verdant field in spring. She could have lived a long, very satisfied life just by having his love and devotion for her, making his divine equipment and dashing good looks the icing on the cake. With the progress he’d been making with amorous matters, learning all the ways to please her at a staggering rate, she may possibly end up being the one conquered between the sheets - a prospect that excited her to no end.

Slipping his head to the side and pulling his tongue from her snout, he draped his head on her shoulder and hammered away at her. She moaned like a beast possessed, her voice mingling with his grunts, and clenched her marehood around his pistoning length as another climax drew nearer. If ever there was a mere pony who could win her over and claim her, it was him.

Sprout smirked when she was hit with another orgasm, savoring her quivering depths and the sweltering spray of her nectar on his loins, but he didn’t slow - if anything, he rutted her harder and faster than ever. If regularly screwing her brains out would ensure she didn’t go off and become so megalomaniac hellbent on world domination, he’d do just that - at least that’s what he told himself. Truth be told, he loved their passionate bouts as much as she did, making them a near-perfect match for one another.

Lost to his rapturous thoughts, musing on what the future may hold for them, he brought his muzzle to her ear. “Want to start a family?”

The question, while simple, drove her mind into an outright frenzy. No way - there was no possible way he’d been insane and audacious enough to ask her to sire a foal with her! They’d only known each other for a few months, she’d just admitted to being a menace to the world, and they were different species - even so, she could feel the sincerity of his request, of his desire to settle down and spend the rest of his days with her. Though she tried to reply, to tell him she’d gladly become his personal foal-factory, all she could do was scream in delight.

Deep within her accosted womb, a trio of fertile eggs drifted from her ovaries. She could produce dozens of ovum at a time, enough to birth a small contingent of grubs, yet the three would suffice for now. Should he be a fine father and wish for more young later, she’d gladly accommodate him - for now, a small hoofful would be enough to start the ball rolling.

She weathered another six or seven orgasms by the time he reached his limit, drenching the sand under her in her juices. Practically pulling out of her, keeping just his cock-head buried in her snatch, he gave a final, mighty plunge. Her cervix yielded to him, allowing him entry to her womb, although it quickly constricted around the flaring tip of his stallionhood. She may have let him in easily, but she was going to make sure that every drop of his precious seed would be put to good use.

As Sprout whimpered in her ear, fitfully bucking and twitching against her, he was overcome with the most rapturous euphoria. He initially thought he was simply suffering from the effects of a darn good climax, though there was something more to it than that. While he dismissed the notion as crazy, realizing there was no way it could be true, his gut told him that there had been something different about this occasion.

Heaving air into his chest, keeping his eyes closed and relishing the afterglow, he started when somepony - somepony who wasn’t Chrysalis, cleared their throat. His head shot upward and he squinted against the setting sun, noticing a figure standing several feet away. It took him a second to realize who he was looking at, though the sight of the familiar only gave him no comfort.

“Hitch?” he squawked. “What the hay are you doing -”

“What am I doing here?” Hitch groused. “Half the beach heard you two going at it! I’d have to try not to notice you!”

He averted his gaze and felt his cheeks darken. “Sorry…”

“Just - you know what, it’s fine - actually, no, it’s not fine, but I’m just going to pretend this never happened,” Hitch tutted, turning and trotting away. “Just consider yourself lucky that the families quickly carried their fillies and colts away after you two started having fun.”

“Sorry,” he grumbled, wincing over at the sheriff.

Giving a stern nod, trying and failing not to look at the quivering, squirting mass of limbs beneath Sprout, Hitch trotted away with a blush on his face and a semi-erect stallionhood dangling under him. “Don’t let it happen again!”

“I won’t!” Sprout shouted back.

“Y…you say that,” Chrysalis wheezed, peering up at him with a crazed look in her eye, “but I wouldn’t jinx it if I were you.”

Shaking his head and stepping back, he attempted to haul his length free and found himself stuck. “Why am I -”

“Let it marinate,” she interrupted, clenching and relaxing her velvety confines. “It should only be another minute or so…”

“B…before what?” he sputtered.

Her pupils contracted and a broad, toothy smile spit her muzzle as she fitfully tittered. “Before I make that little request of yours a reality.”

He opened his mouth to reply, to say something - anything to her, yet she shot forward and deeply kissed him. Could a pony and changeling reproduce together? Was she being serious? Did he have the fortitude to handle the biggest, arguably sexiest mare on the planet? A million questions swirled about in his lust-addled mind, yet above them shone a glorious truth. He’d found somepony special, somepony who loved him as much as he loved her, and he was absolutely, one-hundred percent sure that they were meant to be together - even though their meeting had been centuries in the making…