Deceitful Debut

Lounging on his couch, Light glanced to the door for the umpteenth time, sighed, then checked his watch. Was it slightly foolish to wait around expectantly for something that happened each and every day? Arguably, yes. Did that stop him from getting excited and slightly frustrated that he would have to be patient? No, not at all - in any case, that’s what he told himself. As he looked across the room, his eyes settled on a portrait resting on his coffee table.

The picture was a simple one, just him standing and smiling next to a mare, yet it meant the world to him. Her name was Shutter Bug, and she was perfect in every way imaginable. From the autumn hues of her mane and tail, her jade-colored eyes, and her sage green coat, there wasn’t a thing about her that he would have changed. A smile graced his lips while his memories drifted back to the moment when he’d met her.

It had been a day like any other - well, on the outside. After enduring a rough break-up, one that left him emotionally gutted, he’d gone off to clear his head. Despite his attempts to cheer himself up, the sun, fresh air, and the sounds of nature had offered little comfort. He’d even considered cutting his trip short, repacking his tent and going home to sulk, until something unexpected happened.

He’d nearly literally bumped into Shutter, running across her at an intersection of the path he’d been walking along. There hadn’t been anything particularly off about her, simply a mare enjoying a hike, yet something had told him that something was wrong. After introducing himself, his suspicions had been confirmed.

She’d been lost, apparently getting turned around while out on a stroll, and she was overjoyed to meet him. It had been a little awkward to run into somepony, especially a cute somepony like her, but everything had worked out in the end. Once he’d guided her back to his campsite and made a meal for them, his life had started to change.

Things had been slow at first, with them chatting at the fireside while savoring each other’s company, although it didn’t stay that way for long. Their first unintentional date was followed by a second after he’d brought her back to town - after that, they were off to the races. Over the span of a few short weeks, they’d become virtually inseparable - so much so that he’d given her a key to his apartment!

With a wistful sigh, he shook himself from his thoughts, got up, and trudged off to the bathroom. It would be impossible to tell when she’d get home, but he may as well tidy himself up before she got there - plus putting on a brushing his mane wouldn’t hurt anything. He removed his shirt, tossed it into a hamper by the laundry room he passed, and snickered.

In more ways than one, he’d changed because of Shutter - no, he wasn’t perfect, yet he’d taken strides to getting there. Aside from keeping his apartment cleaner than he used to, he’d taken to eating out less, updating his wardrobe, and learning how to prepare her favorite meals - heck, he’d even started going to the gym! All things considered, she was the best thing to ever happen to him, and he was beyond grateful that she’d taken a shine to him - even if he wasn’t exactly sure why.

He came to a halt in his bathroom and stared at his reflection. It really was a mystery - honestly, he couldn’t understand it. He was no different than most stallions - sure, he might be a bit taller and more heavily built, yet Shutter could have had anypony she wanted!. Flexing his arms and striking a pose, doing his best to show himself off, he snickered to himself. Regardless of exactly what had drawn her to him, she liked him as much as he liked her - at least, he was pretty sure about that.

“I’m home!” a voice called out.

Starting and looking to the doorway, Light cleared his throat. “O…one sec!”

Oh jeez - this wasn’t good. While there was nothing overtly wrong with her seeing him shirtless, that was something he’d rather avoid. Thus far, in the few short months they’d been an item, there’d been lines they hadn’t crossed. If and when they eventually took the next step and showed their affection towards one another with something more than a small kiss or peck on the cheek, he’d be elated - until then, he was content to take his time and let things play out naturally.

Running his fingers through his mane, he scampered out, crossed the hallway, and darted into his room. He had seconds to make himself presentable, if that, so he had to work fast. As he opened a drawer and pulled out the first clean shirt he found, a bead of cold sweat rolled down his brow.

“A…almost done,” he stammered, hurrying to dress himself.

The good news was that he was done pretty quickly, changing into a polo and a pair of slacks - the bad news was that his haste came at a cost. Briskly trotting down the corridor and back to the living room, he smiled when he spotted her. She was as beautiful as ever, adorned in a sundress and carrying a basket in one arm.

Turning to face him, she took a step forward. “Hey there, big…”

Light stopped dead, taken aback by her actions and the playful grin that split her muzzle. Something had her attention, and it definitely wasn’t his face. Peering down his chest, he followed her gaze and felt a breeze against his unmentionables. While the blood drained from his face, a warm snicker crept to his ears.

Covering himself as fast as he could, he twisted and pulled up his fly. “S…sorry!”

“It’s fine,” she giggled as she dismissively waved a hand. Waiting for him to collect himself, she crossed to him and snared him in a warm, welcoming hug. “How’s my special stallion today?”

Her warm embrace and silken tone sent a shiver up his spine. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something about her that was different from any other mare he’d ever met. Merely being in her presence was enough to lift his spirits and bring a smile to his muzzle, so the rare moments when she touched him were downright magical.

“I’m f…fine,” he stammered, finding his voice as she withdrew. Eyeing the basket she was holding, having nearly forgotten about it, he quirked a brow. “You been shopping?”

Smirking up at him, she winked. “Amongst other things…” She playfully slapped his hand away and took a step back as he reached for her package. “Ah ah -” she tutted while wagging a finger, “no peeking!”

He’d be lying if her reaction didn’t immediately pique his interest. She’d brought him small gifts before, normally candies or small trinkets to show her affection, although she wasn’t the type to hide things - not in his experience with her. Swinging his focus back to her face, he peaked a brow.

“I was going to save this for later, but I suppose I shouldn’t keep you waiting,” she murmured. Taking him by the hand, she walked by him and strolled down the hallway. “Come along then.”

Nodding and grinning, he trailed along after her. What she was planning was anypony’s guess, and he couldn’t have cared less what it was, so long as he could relish the rest of his afternoon with her. As his eyes drifted down her back and came to rest on her tush, it got harder and harder to suppress his urges.

Since talking with her was always pleasant, and hugging her or holding hands with her was a dream, he could hardly imagine how amazing she would be in the throes of passion. He hadn’t, nor would he admit to fantasizing about her on long, lonely nights, and he often wondered if she felt the same way about him. He snorted in frustration, willing himself not to look at her in such a lustful way, and clamped his eyes shut. She was a pure soul, similar to himself, yet it was becoming quite difficult not to look at her in an amorous light.

She came to a halt at the foot of his bed, turned to face him, and motioned to the mattress. “How about you make yourself comfortable, preferably on your back, and close your eyes.”

Needing no more encouragement, he obliged her. “I gotta ask,” he began as he rolled over and rested his head on one of his pillows, “what’s this all -”

“Ssssssh,” she softly hissed while holding a finger to her lips. “Patience. Now then, close your eyes and be a good colt…”

The way she called him a good colt was electrifying, possibly the hottest thing he’d ever heard, and the look in her eyes - heaven help him, it gave him goosebumps. Though he longed to ask her more, to press her on what she was scheming, he licked his lips and closed his eyes. He’d find out what she was up to soon enough - for now, all he could do was hold his breath and keep his fingers crossed that his hunch was right.

As she trotted off and into the bathroom, closing the door behind herself, his imagination ran wild. He’d had dreams similar to this before, where she’d seduce him in some way, but he wasn’t about to set himself up for disappointment. For all he knew, she might just be intending to show off a new dress or outfit of some kind - still, he could hope it was something more than that.

The anticipation was torturous, making each minute feel like hours, and it took a toll on him. The longer he waited, the more lecherous his thoughts became - the more lecherous his thoughts became, more his body responded. Shifting in place, he felt his stallionhood stirring within his pants.

It may have been - no, it was preemptive by any stretch, but he’d considered what would happen if they stayed together. Shutter was fantastic, loving and a joy to be around, and he had no doubt that she’d make for an immaculate wife and mother. He could practically picture coming home to find her in the kitchen or tending to the house after a long, arduous day’s work, and that alone was enough to push him to better himself.

The click of a door and feet walking across the floor caught his ear. She was in the room now, he was sure of it, though he dare not look. Turning his head in her direction, he weakly smiled and blindly cocked his head.

“Ok,” she cooed, “you can open your eyes now…”

His eyes shot open and he froze. She was right where he’d expected her to be, standing just within the doorway, yet the sight of her, specifically what she was wearing, was anything but what he’d expected. As she strutted over to him, snickering all the while, his jaw nearly hit the floor.

She was attractive by any measure, but it wasn’t until that moment that he truly understood how alluring she was. Her attire, consisting of lingerie that left very little to the imagination, amplified her sensuality by an order of magnitude. Dumbstruck and at a total loss for words, he silently drank her in.

Her perky breasts, ample hips, supple thighs, and flat, kissable belly were each a wonder to behold. Looking her up and down, he swallowed hard. She wasn’t naked, still concealing the most intimate parts of herself, yet she wasn’t far from it. Risking a glance to her nethers, he stiffened in a number of ways.

Her silken panties, made of the same harlequin material as the rest of her ensemble, were absolutely drenched. She may have been putting on a show, trying to be provocative for him, although her arousal was impossible to conceal. Seeing her inch closer and place a knee on the end of the bed, just by his feet, he tore his eyes off her loins and peered up at her face.

There was only one thing on her mind, and it wasn’t hard to figure out what it was. Staring at the growing swell in his pants, she crawled forward on all fours. He’d never seen her like this, not once, but he definitely wasn’t going to complain. If she wanted this as badly as he did, that was totally fine in his book.

She hesitated over his groin, leaning in before stopping herself, she shook her head. “You have no idea how long I’ve been looking forward to this…”

He blinked, taken stunned her words. “R…really?”

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed. Continuing onward, she straddled him while bringing a hand up to his chin. “Just as much as you, judging from - you know…”

Glancing back, she nodded toward the tent in his pants. He awkwardly laughed at her remark, somewhat bashful about how hard he’d gotten, but there was no helping it - besides, it wasn’t his fault! The only reason his stallionhood was trying to rip its way out of his slacks was because she had decided to put on a little show for him, and now she was going to have to deal with it.

“A…and…” he sputtered, steeling himself and summoning his courage, “w…what are you gonna do about it?”

“Well, I was - Mmmmm,” she softly groaned as he lifted a hand and caressed her flank. “I was going to ask you the same thing, but I think that answers that…”

Her eyes drifted shut while she drifted closer and locked lips with him. He started at first, unprepared for the kiss, though he quickly returned her affection. Running one hand up her side, while the other squeezed her tush, he moaned into her muzzle.

She looked phenomenal, yet her appearance was only one facet of her appeal. The warmth of her marehood against him, seeping through his pants and to his package, paired with the heat of her breath washing over his face forced him to act. Emboldened, he drove his tongue into her maw.

Repaying him in kind, she rolled her hips and ground herself against him. Sweet, merciful Celestia - after all the buildup, weeks upon weeks of nothing more than hugging the most innocent touching, things were finally taking a much more heated turn. Relishing the kiss for as long as he could, he gasped for air when she pulled back and sat up.

“Sit right there,” she coolly instructed.

Watching her shuffle back on her knees, he had to fight to obey her. She moved slowly and sensually, draping herself over his thighs while walking her fingers down to his waist. The sudden and shockingly erotic turn of events, as pleasant as they were, made him feel like he was a fly in her web, a plaything for her, yet that only fanned the fires of his passion.

As she lazily unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, his pulse began to race. Was she going to be content with his size? Should he have showered before she’d come over? What if she was turned off by his stallionhood? Contending with a myriad of concerns and potential woes, he went still when his endowment sprang free and into the air.

She gasped and held a hand to her muzzle as she recoiled. “G…goodness!”

His heart sank and his joy faded, yet he didn’t look away from her. “Is…is something -”

“You’re huge,” she muttered. Clutching the base of his length, she marveled at his goods. “I…I’ve never been with such an impressive stallion before.”

Just like that, with that simple utterance, a wave of relief and pride washed over him. He wasn’t one to compare himself to others - in fact, he barely paid stallions any mind at all, but he was vaguely aware she may not be bluffing. His ex had occasionally complained about his size, making him feel guilty for something he had no control over, so hearing and seeing Shutter’s awestruck reaction bolstered his confidence several times over.

Bringing her snout to the tip of his shaft, so close that he could feel her breath against his skin, she faltered and backed away. “No…”

“No?” he parroted.

“Absolutely not,” she huffed. Rising up, she sidled over, moved up his frame, then turned around. “There’s only one way to handle this…”

He’d been about to ask her what she meant, yet she mutely answered his unasked question for him. Swinging a leg over his head, she brought her marehood just above his face. The humid warmth that bathed his snout, coupled with the ambrosial scent of her sex, was phenomenal, but she wasn’t done with him yet - not by a long shot.

Pressing herself against his abdomen, she wiggled her hips. “Now we can both have fun…”

There was only so much anypony could stand before they broke - for Light, that moment came when he felt her tongue glide up his length. Lifting his head, he gingerly bit down on her panties and pulled them aside. Never in his life would he have guessed he’d get so lucky, and he was glad - elated to have such a wondrous opportunity.

Kissing his way up her inner thigh, he touched his lips to her entrance while she took him into her muzzle. In a way, it was beautiful - they were giving themselves to one another, and he wasn’t going to be found wanting. As he sank his tongue into her, she groaned around his stallionhood.

Moving in perfect harmony, they put their lips and tongues to work. He couldn’t see anything other than her rump and plump marehood - then again, he didn’t have to. The sensations she afforded, hungrily sucking him off while bobbing her head, were exquisite. Lifting his hands and holding her by the waist, he feasted upon her succulent pussy.

She tasted positively divine, sweet and just slightly tart, and the bouquet of her arousal tickled the most primitive parts of his mind. He wanted - needed to prove himself to her, to show he was a capable lover, and he’d be darned if he wasn’t going to do just that. Fixating on her clit, he slipped his hands up her body and to her breasts.

Throwing her head back, she quaked and pushed back against him. “Oh buck…”

He doubled down, suckling on the sensitive bud of flesh, while she shivered in delight. While he’d only been with a small number of mares before, it was easy enough to tell that she was appreciative of his efforts. Worming his fingers under her bra, he gently felt around for her nipples.

He’d get off sooner or later, in one way or another, but her pleasure took precedence over his own. She was quick to recover, possibly intending to give as good as she got, and wrapped her lips around his throbbing shaft. As the seconds drew on into minutes and longer still, their passion soared.

Though he had no way to see much of anything, it was easy enough to picture how they must have looked. There Shutter was, bedecked in fine lingerie, being eaten out as she ravenously fellated him. He wasn’t going to jinx himself or dwell on it too much, but maybe - just maybe, should this be but the first such exchange between them, she’d be comfortable letting him make a little home movie at some point.

As incredible as the development was, he couldn’t shake the sense that something was off. He’d been turned on more times than he could count throughout his life, both when he was single or in relationships, but this time was different. His senses were somehow heightened and dulled, a haze settled over his thoughts, and his limbs felt heavy - like he was moving through molasses.

Whatever was going on with him, he wasn’t worried about it - mostly because of how amazing Shutter was. She’d managed to throat him with ease, taking the entirety of his shaft into her snug, warm gullet, and she showed no signs of stopping. He couldn’t have cared less about how many, if any, stallions she’d been with in the past, because she’d given herself to him, and he wasn’t going to let her go.

After touching her nose to his balls for the umpteenth time, she reared back and cleared her maw. “I’m sorry…”

Heaving air into his chest, he lifted his head and peered down on her. For a split second, he thought something was wrong, that he may have committed some transgression, although that concern was fleeting. Spinning and straddling his waist while reaching back to grab his stallionhood.

His eyes shot wide and a whimper of delight escaped him as she impaled herself on his length. The embrace of her depths was godly, being neither too loose nor too taut, and it breathed new life into him. Inexplicably weary though he was, feeling almost drunk, he wouldn’t - couldn’t let her do all the work.

Bringing her hands behind her back, she unclasped and removed her bra. “Much better…”

Languidly fucking herself on him, she bent forward and deeply kissed him. Having sex was all well and good, he wouldn’t refute that, yet hotly making out while making love was unbeatable. Sharing her breath, he thrust up to meet her bucking hips.

“Such a good colt,” she purred, bringing her muzzle to his ear before sitting back up.

“I…” The words died in his throat when he looked up at her.

One second, Shutter had been atop him - the next, it was none other than Princess Twilight Sparkle. He’d never met the Element of Magic before, having only read about her in newspapers and magazines, but he recognized her in an instant. Gazing upon the heroine in confusion, he reflexively thrust up to meet her bucking hips.

“What’s wrong, stud,” she tittered, pounding herself on him with renewed vigor, “never dreamt of fucking a Princess?”

Ok, yeah, he had to be imagining things. Maybe he was more tired than he’d initially thought he was, or perhaps he was delirious with lust - in either case, his libido outstripped his bewilderment. Following his impulses, and barely able to form a coherent thought, he snorted, planted his feet, and drove his cock into her.

“Yes!” she throatily sighed, reclining and leaning back. “Give me your love!”

It was like a flip had been switched. He couldn’t make sense of what was happening, but he yearned for more. As he surrendered himself to wants, filled with a burning desire to sate her in every possible way, he clenched his jaw and started rutting her in earnest. He usually held himself back with amorous affairs, not wanting to harm his lovers, yet his instincts demanded he show her his true potential.

Shutter - Twilight - whoever she was, she wasn’t shy about showing how much she appreciated his efforts. Whimpering in ecstasy, she clenched on his backstrokes and relaxed on his plunges. He’d heard that some mares had superb pelvic control, being able to milk a stallion dry, but this was the first time he’d ever experienced something so incredible himself.

Clamping his eyes shut, he waded through his bliss and concentrated. It would have been easy to let himself go, to succumb to his urges and blow his load quickly, but there was no way in Tartarus he was going to let that happen. He cared for her deeply, pining to be with her more than anypony he’d ever met, and if screwing her brains out was the only way to win her heart, so be it.

On and on he went, beating his stallionhood against her womb and grinding his medial ring against her g-spot for what felt like an eternity, until his efforts bore fruit. It was subtle at first, showing as a tremor in her thighs and a slight change to the pitch of her voice, although the signs only got stronger as time went on. She was getting close, toeing the line of release, and was going to finish her off.

As he delivered a particularly brutal thrust, he was rewarded with a rapturous howl and spray of orgasmic nectar over his abdomen. Her depths quaked, spasming around his cock, while her blissful cry rang in his ears. The victory was sweet, bringing a proud smile to his face and prompting him to peek up at her.

The notion of seeing a look of ecstasy on her face evaporated when he opened his eyes. Shutter was still gone, and Twilight had disappeared - in their place, breathing hard and glistening with sweat, sat none other than Queen Chrysalis. Completely and utterly at a loss for words, he went motionless.

“So much love,” she intoned, gyrating and clutching her breasts.

He should have flown into a panic, frightened about what was happening, yet all he could do was gawk at her. Her ebony hide, the chartreuse of her nipples, and her emerald, cat-like eyes were bewitching. She was gorgeous and terrifying in equal measure, and the sight of her gave him a moment for pause.

Flipping her mane over her shoulder, she affixed him with a fanged smirk. “What’s wrong, Light?”

Her question resonated within his very soul. He knew who and what she was, realizing that she’d either taken Shutter’s place or been masquerading as her all along, although that revelation mattered little. He was as captivated by her as he’d ever been, finding her sexier than ever, and he was happy - actually, he was honored that she, a Queen, chose to be with him.

“Nothing,” he whispered.

“Are you not pleased with your Queen?” she pressed, constricting his buried stallionhood in her silken confines. “Is this not what you wanted?”

Nodding, he grinned from ear to ear. “It is - it really is…”

“Good,” she breathed. Lowering her hands, she laced fingers with him. “Light, I have something very important to ask of you - something only you can help me with.”

Flexing her legs and unsheathing herself from him, she leaned back and propped herself on one arm. He’d seen a number of marehoods in his day, a few in person and several in naughty magazines, yet none could compare to the one that lay before him. Vividly colored and gaped ever so slightly, her depths were lined with finger-like appendages that grasped at nothing.

He’d assumed his mind had been playing tricks on him earlier, feeling something caressing his length while he’d been inside of her, but now he knew the truth. Changelings fed off the affection of others, be it in a romantic or sensual way, so it stood to reason that they’d be thoroughly equipped to please their lovers. As she rubbed her snatch, lifted her hand, and licked her fingers clean, he gulped.

“Well?” she pressed expectantly, having briefly sucked on one digit.

“Name it,” he replied, beaming up at her.

Nothing had changed - he would have done anything for Shutter, and he could say the same thing for Chrysalis. Her form was of no consequence, because she was still the same mare who’d stolen his heart back when he’d been out hiking. Nopony had been there to console or comfort him, his friends had brushed him off, and even his parents had downplayed his break-up, but not her; she actually valued him and wanted to be with him.

Raising her waist and freeing the base of his shaft, she ran her forked tongue over her lips. “Will you help me rebuild my hive?”

He nodded emphatically, ecstatic for the opportunity. “O…of course!”

“And you’ll sire a new kingdom with me?” she continued, freeing one hand to caress her belly.

“Y…yes!” he bleated.

Lowering herself, she smoothly hilted him. “Good colt. Tell me, what else would you do for your Queen?”

“I…I’d…” he stammered, trying desperately to gather his thoughts. “I’d bring you on dates!”

“What kind of dates?” she faintly inquired, gripping him in her vice-like confines.

“Any kind you wanted!” he insisted as his hips twitched.

His body was begging him to fuck her, to pick up where he’d left off, yet he abstained. Only a brute would ravage such a marvelous mare, and he was not some simple-minded stud who lived to please himself. Rubbing her thighs and willing himself not to peek at her succulent nethers, he knit his brow.

“I’d love to take trips with you to Canterlot, Griffonstone, and Mount Aris,” he continued. “When we’re not traveling, I’ll do anything and everything I can to make you happy.”

She shuddered and beamed. “Go on…”

An unfamiliar sense of warmth welled up within him, the world took on a greenish hue, and his mind nearly went blank - nearly. Through sheer determination alone, he clung to his higher functions. She was ageless, far older than any normal pony in the land, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t impress her.

“I…I might not be an expert at anything, but I’ll do whatever I can to help around the hive! Cooking, cleaning, fixing stuff, and -”

“We’ll have drones for that,” she flippantly noted while lazily bouncing on his cock. “What can you do for me?”

Stricken with inspiration, he grinned. “Massages. Every day, when you’re done with whatever godly Queens like you do with yourselves, I’ll bathe you and give you a massage.”

“Exquisite,” she groaned. “And you’ll not pursue any other mares?”

He balked. “Why would I - why would anypony? You’re perfect, a paragon of beauty, and there isn’t a mare on the planet that could ever compare to you!”

Her smirk grew twisted, wolfish and predatory, while she rode him harder. “And you’ll be my stud and mine alone - forever and always…”

Visions of himself at her side, serving as her lover and breeding stud, flooded his mind. She, like him, had lost everything. Her family had been taken from her, ripped away by Twilight Sparkle and the Elements of Harmony, her hive had been destroyed, and she had nopony to turn to - until now. They could start a new life together, tending to each other’s needs and finding happiness.

Desperate to please her, he set upon her like a ravenous beast. Each thrust came harder and faster than the last, overtaking her as he unleashed his full potential. She pined for a mate, a stallion worthy of her regal grace and power, and that mate was him.

As he wrestled the reins from her clutches, all but screwing her into submission, her movements gradually ground to a halt. With a rope of saliva dangling from her chin, she went rigid and climaxed a second time. Changelings, be they reformed or otherwise, fed on love, and he had plenty of love to give.

Slowing just a hair, he sat up and ran a hand around the small of her back. She was a Queen, her title even loftier than those of the alicorn Princess of Equestria - as such, it was his duty to ensure she was well and thoroughly satisfied with him. He smiled as he pulled her to himself, threw his weight to one side, and rolled on top of her.

The cowgirl position was a particular favorite of his, although it came with drawbacks; first and foremost, having a mare riding him hindered his movements - secondly and just as prudently, she deserved nothing short of his very best. Rising to his knees between her legs, he slipped her ankles onto his shoulders and began plowing her. Now with complete control, and being able to fuck her deeper than ever, he showed her what he could really do.

The weariness and strange exhaustion from before still lingered, although it was eclipsed by the white heat of his burning passion. He was a machine made flesh, fueled by an insatiable urge to claim her. Leaning in and bringing his lips to her breast, all while continuing to pound into her, he kissed and tenderly bit her nipple.

She screamed, arching her back and baptizing his lower half with an orgasmic spray as she came yet again. He’d brought her to the gates of nirvana three times already, and she appeared weaker and more ecstatic after each instance, but he wasn’t going to ease up. Unless she expressly told him to stop, something he very much doubted would happen, he was going to push himself to his limit.

The air grew hot and thick with the scent of sex, her periodic wails and mewling interrupted the drumbeat of the headboard slamming against the wall, and the bed creaked and groaned from the abuse. At some point or another, the sweet lovemaking had transcended into something bestial and primal - still loving, yes, yet far from refined and elegant. Chrysalis and Light had something to offer one another, like two pieces of a puzzle, and tapping into that had elevated their union into something that defied comprehension.

Light was unstoppable, giving her one climax after another until he’d lost count of them - sadly, all good things eventually came to an end. The way she felt, smelled, tasted, and sounded were heavenly, and they steadily wore away at his endurance and left him teetering on the brink. He’d known this would happen, that he couldn’t last forever, although he was ready for it.

With his stallionhood flaring and throbbing in tune with his thundering heart, he held out until the very last moment before hilting himself. The tip of his length locked against her womb, creating a nearly perfect seal, as thick, potent seed coursed though his shaft. It was by pure circumstance that he hadn’t gotten off in a few days, making the volume of his essence particularly prolific, and the influx was too much for Chrysalis to bear.

Her fanged maw opened in a silent scream, her toes curled, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head while he filled her. The ecstasy of his release was made all the sweeter by understanding what he’d done. While there was a chance that his seed wouldn’t take root within her, he knew with utmost certainty that he would fulfill her wish and give her the family she yearned for.

Utterly spent, he gave out and collapsed atop her. He’d never been with a changeling before - as a matter of fact, he’d never even considered becoming intimate with one of the creatures, yet the euphoric stupor from bedding her, the Queen of her species, was unlike anything he’d experienced before. Kissing his way up her collar, over her cheek, and to her lips, he embraced her and gave a deep, contented sigh.

Chrysalis didn’t say a word, panting heavily and staring blankly up at the ceiling, although her actions spoke volumes. Shakily closing her legs around his waist, ensuring his still pulsing length remained entombed in her depths, she quietly stroked his back. A mixture of emotions assailed him, ranging from profound glee to fear that his neighbors had surely heard them going at it, but there was one that rose above the rest - hope.

What he’d just done and whom he’d done it with were practically unbelievable, the sort of thing a horny colt would daydream about, but this was real. Savoring the warmth of her soft, ebony hide, he closed his eyes and let his imagination run wild. Whether or not she would truly stay with him, he couldn’t say - in any case, regardless of how things ultimately played out, he was smitten with her.

“Love you,” he breathed, giving her a kiss on the lips.

Her eyes, blurry and unfocused, drifted down to his face. She looked as though she was in a trance, unable or unwilling to speak or move, although she seemed happy in a way. With the corner of her lips turning up, she held him close, pecked his cheek, and closed her eyes. Even if this was a fleeting exchange, he thanked the heavens for giving him such a rare and incredible opportunity.