In The Days Before The Upheaval

From the depths of her hive, Queen Chrysalis would occasionally communicate with Ocellus whenever she made her reports. They couldn't speak face-to-face, but in her changeling form Ocellus could leave a trail of complex smells she emitted, which another changeling would locate in the designated areas, then carry to her queen, who was able to interpret the smells as words.

Currently, in the slick caverns that made up her home, Chrysalis lounged naked on a throne made up from her nude male and female concubines, who prostrated themselves so she could rest her butt atop them, their queen voluptuous, with wide areola stiff in the cool air. “Mmm~.” She inhaled the scent a drone offered her, her mind flooded with a complex series of images around the Crystal Empire. “So, that whore Cadance has finally decided to make a move against me.” Greenish-tints enveloped her suppleness, cast by the fleshy walls, which appeared to subtly breathe.

She rose from her throne, waved her hips, buttocks, and breasts on her way over to one of many incubation chambers, this one where her agent's own eggs rested, trapped in small craters and surrounded by nutritious slime the female changelings could secrete. “You've done well, Ocellus. None of your spawn need be cracked today.” She traced a nail down a shell's smooth surface.

Ocellus would continued to please her queen...or her clutch would pay the price.

The 'Three Swords' would be a problem, she realized, on her way back to her 'throne room', more of a spacious cave, complete with a pool. She dived into the murky waters with a splash, feeling the cool liquids envelop her. Her palms traced her voluptuous curves with a low moan.

While the ponies rebuilt on the ashes of Sombra's defeat, he'd thinned their numbers, forced them to rely heavily on their 'Three swords', and the military branches they each controlled. Ocellus made it clear she'd become 'close' with one of them. Perhaps she could have him poisoned...

“What a bore. I must find new ways to amuse myself.” She tossed back her wet mane. After she rose from her bath, and walked the bank back to her throne, her curves dripped all the while.

“XII,” she called to one of her concubines, who were born mute, each of them numbered and replaceable. They were her bimbos and himbos, always naked, there for her pleasure alone, and also altered by her chemicals before they hatched to be servile to their queen.

XII approached her throne, bowed low, a female concubine, collared with a leash-like chain.

“Please me,” commanded Chrysalis when she sat her wide, bare butt on her throne. She rubbed her chin for a moment and decided, “Take the form of that slut queen, Cadenza Mi Amore.” There was a flash, and XII transformed into a nude likeness of Cadance. “Good. Now, eat me, slut.”

She yanked XII to her by the chain, opened up her thighs and felt a tongue longer and more prehensile than the real Cadance's sink into her tunnel and tease her inner folds. She closed her thighs around the skull of 'Cadance', cast back her head and murmured while the shape-shifter serviced her. Slurps sounded when XII drank down the saccharine nectar her queen leaked.

She humped into XII's face, felt her muscle slither across her slimy walls, licked her lust up each time she swirled, even punched past her cervix and clean her sticky womb, too. With a feral hiss, Chrysalis squirted into XII's mouth and down her throat, forced her to drink from her, watched the excess trickle from the nostrils of 'Cadance' while she dominated and humiliated her nemesis.

“Take it all bitch,” she howled as she came. “Drown in it!” She winked around XII's snout, buried deep in her snatch. Finally, after she finished her climax, she released her slave, let her breathe.

With a hum she said, “You were adequate. Now, leave me.” She waved a hand to dismiss her.

None here were her equal. She'd never accept anyone as such. Yet a part of her wished to have a suitable mate, someone smart, powerful, and brave. Someone like...Sombra. Reports always claimed he'd died in the battle for the Crystal Empire, but no one had seen a corpse. Plus, there were rumors that his phantom continued to haunt the Crystal Palace, where'd he'd met his end.

Supposedly, he'd cursed his enemies bitterly before Thunder Storm's sword found his heart.

“Heh. If only there were some way to resurrect him.” But that would require a master's proficiency in the dark arts, at least if she didn't want a braindead zombie, but not only did she lack that sort of skill, she didn't even have a body to experiment on! “Pointless speculation, beneath me.”

Instead, she concentrated on the various hives around Equestria, which she brought under heel, and united them into an unstoppable army under her control. The captured ponies would serve as incubators. Imagine the magic power changelings birthed by Cadance could produce...!

The scents exchanged between the queen and her agent affected the latter's dreams. Ocellus always had to take care when she slumbered, fearful that she'd shift back into her true form subconsciously. In her dreams, her queen heaped praise on her, and made sweet love to her.

“I chose you for a reason,” said Chrysalis, who appeared in her dreamscape stark naked.

“Y-yes. I won't fail you,” swore back Ocellus, while the 'crystal mare maid' enjoyed her sleep after a hard day's work. She appeared in her true shape amidst the dreamland, with a gossamer curtain of a mane and a tail to match which sparkled. A miasma rolled around the cool darkness.

“See that you don't, little one.” Chrysalis towered over the shorter changeling, and when they met, she pressed her much more buxom bust into the latter's small breasts, their nipples rubbed when she cupped her waist and drew her closer, into a kiss. “Tell me, how should I reward you?”

“Service to the hive is its own reward,” answered Ocellus like a mantra.

“Well said! But I doubt that will satisfy you, my pet.” Chrysalis slid her hands back over her follower's hips, traced and lifted her pert buttocks, before she let them drop with a bounce. Repeatedly, she'd seize and raise her servant's buttcheeks, let them drop and clap into place.

Soon, Chrysalis wrestled her down into the mists and darkness, making out with her, their breasts mashed and their hands all over each other. Ocellus couldn't help but moan all the while.

“You'll find I'm a selfish lover,” the queen said. “With appetites to match my station!”

“I-I don't mind,” whimpered Ocellus, as she felt digits sink into her snatch, furiously finger-banged by her queen. Schlick-schlick-schlick sounded, droplets of lust splattered from her clenched cunt each time it was invaded. She writhed and arched her back and breast, into her lover's touch.

Their nipples rubbed whenever Chrysalis worked her pussy over. “M-my queen~...!”

Ocellus didn't realize she wailed out loud, in her bed. Nor that the 'crystal maid' had cast aside her sweat-lined sheets in the dimness, her nude body on full display, while she rapidly stroked her squishy, slimy snatch, rubbed her clitoris with a thumb in circles as she wailed her excitement.

Her free hand cupped a tit, pinched it and her areola, which she also rolled and flicked. The entire time, she fantasized about every way her queen could take her, treat her like a slutty pet...

“Ocellus?” Her fellow maids, the twins, dashed into the room as they heard her muted murmurs.

Unable to make her out well in the dark, Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse rushed to the edge of their friend's beside...only to receive an unintended faceful of squirts, which rocketed out from the mare's traced snatch, small waterfalls of her lust rained over the twin's features and tits, forced to close their eyes while they were drenched, some of it tasted in their mouths which opened in surprise. Ocellus blinked her hazy eyes open at the soaked sisters before her.

In realization of what she'd done Ocellus stammered, “S-sorry!”

It's fine,” said Foal-Bearer with a thin smile. “But I'm afraid our uniforms are ruined.”

“It's kind of our fault,” admitted Wet Nurse. “We surprised you! Well,we all surprised each other!”

Foal-Bearer said, “I swear for a moment your shadow looked different. And that you called a certain queen's name.” She kept the accusation neutral, but met Ocellus' stare, while the twins stripped out of their uniforms and bras, both stained beyond use as they reeked of pussy.

Ocellus blushed thinly. “I-I don't know what you mean?”

“I think you do,” she replied with suspicious eyes, but decided not to press it. The twins dumped their uniforms and bras into a wastebasket for dirty clothes, down to their maid headdresses, panties which crawled into their plush pastel pink buttcheeks whenever they moved, and stiletto heels.

Wet Nurse sensed the unspoken tension between them and decided to break it. “Um, were you able to 'finish up', Ocellus? Want us to help out?” Before anyone answered, she took the initiative and crawled onto the soaked bed, her massive melons suspended and swayed below her.

She spooned into Ocellus, met her lips, and Ocellus tasted herself in the kiss. Foal-Bearer, despite her mixed emotions at Ocellus with what she'd started to suspect, nonetheless felt the effect's of her sister's arousal, as their cutie marks shined, their nipples hardened, and their wet cunts winked.

Soon, the sisters slid their panties off, too. Joined in bed by Foal-Bearer, the three of them lost themselves in their latest lesbian tryst, surrendered to a pile of supple flesh as they kissed and caressed. Ocellus found herself trapped between the twins, their pliable flesh mashed into hers.

Wet Nurse's face burned when she asked, “Got any 'toys' in here?”

“Check the drawers,” said Ocellus, who'd taken care not to leave any evidence that could incriminate her. Wet Nurse spun, her lovely ass in the face of Ocellus when she rifled about the drawers, and discovered a number of sexy toys. “Oho, pretty kinky! Let's try them, sister!”

Foal-Bearer replied, “Why not?” They looked at a number of instruments, and decided on a pair of strap-ons, which they lubed up and then worked into place on them, and felt the smaller rubber dildos fill their own lower holes, crafted to stimulate their pussies and anuses, too. “Hm, not bad.”

Ocellus beamed at them. “I hoped you'd try that!” She presented herself to them, face-down and ass-up, used both hands to spread her buns and holes open to tempt them with entry.

“Dibs on the bottom,” called Wet Nurse. “Er, I mean I want to be on the bottom, her beautiful butthole's all yours, sister!” She slid under and lifted up Ocellus to help the mare mount her.

“Makes no difference to me,” admitted Foal-Bearer, who simply wanted them to all have fun. Whatever secrets Ocellus kept, she didn't think her a bad person, and positioned herself behind Ocellus, where the lubed up, strapped on dildo probed at their lover's puckered sphincter.

With a slow push, the twins penetrated Ocellus at once, who moaned continuously as they sank in, the fake shafts separated only by a thin layer of flesh between her spread orifices. Ocellus wished she could utilize her ability to shape-shift, produce a couple horsecocks and bang the absolute hell out of the sisters in return, but any doubts Foal-bearer had about her would then be realized...!

Their palms ran down the mare's body, as the twins thrust in-and-out of her. They were more tender than Fiery, kissed and caressed her, their main concern always Ocellus' enjoyment.

Ocellus submitted to the pair of them, trying to blank out her mind. “I like these two,” she realized in a bout of introspection while they pleasured her. “I don't want to hurt or betray them! B-but I'm sworn to serve my queen! And Chrysalis has my clutch! I can't let my spawn come to any harm!”

Friendship didn't exist in the hives, now that Chrysalis conquered each one. All of them existed to serve her, to sacrifice themselves for her, with the commandment that it was better for their entire race. Anyone who'd dared voice any doubts had quickly been dealt with, usually other 'Protoquens' that once ruled their own hives. Peaceful communities were now turned into shock trooper armies.

She couldn't help but become attached to the twins, and Fiery, since she continuously fed off their lust and...love? Yes, she felt their affection for her too, saccharine as it radiated from the bodies.

“I'd love to settle down here with the sisters and Fiery,” she voiced in her head. “But it's not meant to be. I have to think of my future children.” She swallowed a sniffle and closed her eyes to hide their moistness, while she continued to touch and kiss her fellow maids, who'd embraced and welcomed her into the fold like one of their own. Almost a family she'd never be allowed to have.

They stretched and spread her orifices wonderfully, the three-way kisses between them filled with affection, which only made it more painful with the realization of what she'd eventually have to do.

She came upon them, emptied her liquid lust all over the twins, her body wracked by bliss. A key component to help her produce more aphrodisiac venom, a pleasant poison that enslaved.

“I-I love you both,” she confessed, happy to cuddle between her lovers.