In The Days Before The Upheaval

Thunder Storm, while not the slave-driver Fiery Kickstart could be, still ran his cadets ragged at times to maintain discipline. The pegasus had watched them run in the plains around the Crystal Empire and nodded with his arms crossed over his uniform's breast, the 'Second Sword' barely able to fathom that in the time when Sombra ruled, the area had been covered in eerie snow. Almost like it reflected the tyrant's cold heart, the lands under to thrive under his iron-fisted rule.

His eyes watched the sun's movements over the hours to keep the time. Finally, he blew his whistle, and his cadets fell into line, which included his own son, Midnight Blitzer, and his son's childhood friend, a mare named Moonlight River, but despite his affection for them he couldn't afford to play favorites. “Good work, everyone. Take ten, drink and relieve yourselves, then we march home!”

“Yes sir!” They had fallen into step, answered and saluted as one. A well-coordinated unit which made him quietly beam with pride. But one day, he'd have to send them onto a real battlefield.

Midnight Blitzer, in his late teens, still acted like a boy, optimistic and eager to take on whatever tasks were placed before him. Green-eyed and blue-furred, his pegasus plumage was much wider than average, with feathers that matched his fluffy fur. He beamed at his peers, wide-eyed and always quick to show off his impressive speed in a blur as he reached top speeds in the air.

He'd almost beaten a few records already, and continued to practice obsessively.

By contrast, Moonlight River, a tomboy thestral, had a mane that drifted over one side of her face, sharp and aquamarine. Toned like an athlete, she was a bit older than him, with grayish-purple skin and fur, and black leather bat wings which marked her as an outsider to more ponies. Prejudice towards the thestrals had never fully died out, since their ancestors had betrayed Celestia and worshiped Luna, their benefactor. Many assumed all bat ponies were sneaky and treacherous.

However, she'd shaken off any insults or doubts, even become a cadet to stay by her friend's side.

While it was obvious her crush was one-sided for the moment, Thunder Storm couldn't deny they looked like a cute pair when they were side-by-side. She kept him level-headed, while he made her smile and chuckle. Not so different, he mused, from how he'd once courted Snowy Blizzard.

His wife would expect him home on time. He couldn't afford to disappoint her.

They marched back to the Crystal Palace. Guards nodded at their approach. Gates were opened, the sun almost down by the time they were at the barracks. At this hour, the palace corridors were sparse, with most of the guards away and outside to watch the area from higher perches. The stallions he passed saluted him, and likewise, the maids curtsied at the fabled 'Second Sword'.

He smiled back at them all with small nods. Thunder Storm didn't like to think himself above the so-called 'common pony', for he believed they all played a part in their country's flourishment. And if his blade didn't serve every person in the Crystal Empire, then what was it for...?

The mostly emptied, dimly-lit halls were eerie to his eyes. The shadows played tricks on anyone that spotted them crawl across the walls, and the silence was occasionally broken by muted sounds which carried for distances. He paused when one such 'trick' played out before him.

His hand went to his sword's hilt sheathed at his hip when he saw the silhouette of what appeared to be a changeling, those odd insect-pony hybrids, up ahead. How, he wondered, had one infiltrated the palace? Yet he didn't have time to think about it, and quietly moved into action.

His sword flashed out with a quiet hiss of metal, brandished at the throat of whatever awaited around the corner he took. “Eep,” squeaked Ocellus softly, as the crystal maid mare voided her bladder all over the floor while she shivered, frozen in place. “S-sir! Y-you surprised me!”

“I-I'm sorry.” He blushed and shamefacedly looked away, his sword sheathed as she continued to tinkle all over the crystalline floors. “I thought you were an intruder. How can I make it up to-?”

“No, no, it's all my fault! I'll clean up my mess!” Ocellus squatted and used a cloth to wipe up her pee puddle, her ears flattened. “Sir, permission to use the sowers after I've finished!”

“Granted. If there's anything I can do for you, feel free to tell me later.” He moved on and shook his head. Was he too paranoid? The country's mystics could sniff out changelings, yet he'd always worried the enemy would find ways around it, like how insects adapted to various pesticides.

He continued down the corridor, unaware he was about to stumble on what she'd spied on.

Ocellus watched him leave. “Idiot,” she mumbled to herself, as she'd almost been caught in the midst of her shapeshifting, her changeling form necessary to communicate with her hive. She'd played up her 'helpless damsel' role to play on his chivalrous side. “Cute ass, though.” She watched his well-cut buns rotate in his pants. “What a shame everyone here must fall for our survival.”

Thunder Storm, blissfully unaware, twitched an ear when he saw more shadows and heard more subdued noises ahead, like whimpers. A maid mare's silhouette, bent over slightly before the stained glass that depicted the 'Three Swords', and a muscled pegasus stallion over her. Once more, his hand went to his hilt, snout drawn with fury at the idea a soldier would manhandle the help!

On the way over he bumped into another maid. “Foal-Bearer...?”

“Shhh,” said the crystal mare, her face flushed and her eyes hazy. “H-how can I serve you, sir?”

“That's not necessary.” Gently, he tried to brush past her, but she stepped back into his path.

“Please! You look...tired.” She squirmed and stumbled on her words, but attempted to keep stiff, professional posture. “I-I need to talk to you!” She pulled him into an empty office.

“But-” Yet the door closed behind them in the dark room, and he hoped the other maid mare had slipped away. Then he put the pieces together. “Wait, I almost never see you without Wet Nurse. That was your sister back there, wasn't it? Guardsmen aren't supposed to fraternize with the help,” he reminded sternly, as Foal-Bearer turned on a small lamp, her delicate features shadowed.

“We know sir. But we have the queen's permission to serve the 'Three Swords' any way we can.”

“The 'Three Swords', huh...?” Couldn't be Shining Armor, he realized, and he'd seen the pegasus silhouette...could it be? “I'm surprised. Fiery Kickstart always boasts about discipline! Always had the impression he believed women would weaken him, so he'd strayed away from romance.”

“H-he's still a stallion, sir. And stallions, like mares, have n-needs.” She fully flushed, shaken, tried desperately to hide how turned on she was, thanks to her connection with Wet Nurse, as her cutie mark shimmered below her pleated skirt. “C-can I take care of you, sir?” She sat up on a desk.

“I'm a married stallion,” he reminded her sharply, yet he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

“I wouldn't want to hurt Snow Blizzard,” she admitted, and chewed on her lower lip while she continued to squirm, her panties drenched and her musk had started to fill the small office, to the point where he was forced to inhale it, and he twitched under his pants. “B-but I want...I need...”

At the same time, Fiery's firm palms continued to molest Wet Nurse, who whimpered and mewled while she bent over in submission at his ravenous touch. He'd slipped a hand under her top, rolled and squeezed a tit, while her other tit had flopped out from his assault. His other hand, dipped under her skirt, slipped below her moist panties, and squished a buttock pinched under his hold.

It would soon become routine for him. Every time Fiery came across her, and no one could see them, he'd mandhandle the mare, treat her supple flesh like a stress ball, like she'd offered.

Wet Nurse asked, “A-are the rumors true, sir? Did you want to court Snowy Blizzard?”

He kneaded a titty and buttock more harshly and hissed in her ear, “Who told you this?”

“Ah~! Just...fellow maids. Gossip. You want to pretend I'm Snowy? I don't mind,” she moaned low, hopeful that Foal-Bearer, who kept an eye out, would warn them if anyone came this way. But at this hour it was unlikely, this section usually abandoned since it was forbidden to most at this time.

“Then I'll take you as I please,” he hissed, pulled on the hem of her panties, and snapped them off her ass, which rippled from the pressure. Then he flipped up her skirt, her tail already hiked, and hastily freed his horsecock, which he pushed into her slick pussy. Wingtips reached around to fully free her breasts, which the feathers tweaked and rolled, while his hands sank into her hips and buttcheeks, which he clapped when he started to fiercely pound womb deep into her.

She clenched her holes at the brutish treatment, yanked off her suspended bra and bit into it to silence her shameless moans. She didn't care that he'd never fully return her love. Didn't care that he treated her like a poor replacement for Snowy Blizzard, that he took out his resentment at his fellow 'Three Swords' on her, he nad his men forced to do the dirty, thankless work for his country,

He wanted her in the moment. Needed her. And that made her shiver with euphoria.

She came messily on him for the first of many times she would, before their session ended.

Foal-Bearer, too, puckered up her sexholes and came. Even her panties couldn't hold back of all of her release, which shot across the small room before Thunder Storm could turn and leave, some of her lust splashed across his face and chest. He tasted traces of her flavor run down his muzzle, even sweeter than his beloved wife's, shamed as he was to admit it as his cock twitched harder.

The door creaked open behind him. Ocellus pressed her way inside. She bumped the door shut with her butt, mashed her breasts into his back, and unseen by him or Foal-Bearer, one of her nails had shifted, which she poked into one of his sculpted buttcheeks to apply her special venom.

He winced and hissed, believing she'd mistakenly stabbed him by accident with her nail from their close proximity. However, the venom swiftly started to take effect. Glazed over eyes, sweaty skin, the elevation of his heartbeat...he'd temporarily become putty in Ocellus' hands.

“I'm so hot,” he admitted, and started to unbutton his shirt, his chest and back soon bared. It suddenly didn't even seem odd when Ocellus slid down his pants and underwear, his dick freed with a bounce, already partially erect and beaded with precum. “I-I have a wife...” Yet it was harder to concentrate on her, even picture her or remember her name, his mind dulled by a touch of venom.

“Go ahead!” Ocellus slapped his ass to send him forward. “She wants you. She's a fertile mare in the throes of estrus, and you're a virile stallion stud. Why shouldn't you two procreate? It's natural~.”

His body all but moved on its own. Foal-Bearer moaned when he slid her panties down and off, her voluminous thighs wrapped around his waist to draw him in, her hands clasped behind his chiseled back. “M-make love to me~,” she pleaded, as her cunt winked across his shaft pressed to her slit.

Gradually, he sank into her. He practically tore down her top and bra, bounced her breasts free, felt her perky nipples poked into his barrel chest. She, too, had fantasized, but unlike her sister she preferred Thunder Storm's nobility, his chivalry, how dependable and romantic he could be with Snowy in private, and wished she could be with him. “Give me your sword~,” she pleaded.

He poked at her entrance. “Yes,” she cried. “Sheathe yourself fully inside me...~!” He slammed into her, hilted himself past her cervix and penetrated into her core, as his flared tip poked the walls of her slippery uterus. She clenched, winked, and squirted amidst a continuous moan.

All the while, he kneaded her plush asscheeks and hips made to bear foals, the twins trapped in a continuous feedback loose of ecstasy as they were ravenously fucked by the studs they'd fantasized about so many times, to the point where they'd woken up with their absolutely sheets ruined.

He assailed her with all his need. Lost to his impulses like a rabid animal that needed to rut, he didn't need to be tender like he often was with Snowy, but like Fiery he could let out all his pent out stress without shame or fear. In the moment, she existed for him, to serve all his forbidden needs. The twins screeched, their minds all but melted from the doubled bliss that assailed them.

Ocellus watched from behind the stud, freed her own breasts and played with one, while she snaked a hand under her skirt and into her panties, where she rubbed her slit and clit. Thankfully, the venom would remove his memories of the event, and Foal-Bearer would keep this a secret, unaware of how close the enemy was. Wet schlicks echoed in the office while he fucked the mare raw.

Foal-Bearer shifted so that her stiletto heel-clad ankles rested on Thunder's shoulders when he pounded her in a mating press, her jiggling ass slammed into the rocked dess, his precum mixed with her feminine lubrication which trailed down her asscrack and settled into her puckered pink asshole, smeared each time he sheathed himself to the balls that slapped on her rump.

“Fuck me,” she screamed, the noise muted outside the office. “Fuck me harder~!”

He pressed his maw over her own, their tongues left to dance while he bred her with deep, dominant strokes. She came all over him a number of times, pushing him ever closer to his release, despite how he strained to hold back and draw out her pleasure to maximize it.

Eventually, the two studs finished balls deep in their mares. The twins, of course, would make use of Cadance's supply of contraceptive potions, since it was unthinkable for the hired help to be knocked up without the queen's permission. After he finished, Thunder Storm slumped over unconscious, still buried deep inside Foal-Bearer, who savored the feel of his warm cum in her.

“We'd better clean up,” reminded Ocellus.

“Y-yes,” pouted Foal-Bearer, who'd forgotten her duties in the midst of the moment. Gently, she shifted so that she could push Thunder Storm off the desk, as she and Ocellus hurried to clean up the mess they'd made. A while later Wet Nurse joined them, sans her underwear, which was torn beyond use and so Fiery had decided to keep it as a trophy, to mark his conquest over her.

Carefully, they redressed Thunder Storm and planted his sleep-wracked form in the chair at the desk. Foal-Bearer asked, “Will he be okay? It appears I tuckered the poor stallion out.”

“He'll be fine,” reassured Ocellus, aware her venom was completely safe...unless she willed it not to be, before she secreted it. “Just exhausted after he's trained the cadets all day, I'm sure! He and Fiery are really stressed out, so you've done them a wonderful favor! Let's leave him in peace!”

She hummed while the three of them went to take another shower, where they stripped off their uniforms and lathered up, washed, and rinsed. She'd fed well on the lust she'd helped stir up in the stallions and their studs, careful to keep her power suppressed so it was almost impossible for the mystics here to detect. Because she wasn't a typical changeling, but a special breed called a 'Proto Queen', or Protoquen as they'd come to be known, females that could potentially become a queen. She'd birthed a clutch of ovums of her own, tucked safely back in her hive.

Queen Chrysalis promised to look after them, in return for her services. Her mission? To let herself be 'captured' by the enemy, raise up the ranks, and act as a spy for the would-be invaders...