Author's Note

Kinks Include:

(Beginning) Male on Female, Maledom, Mentioned Use of Pheromones, Use of Paralyzing Spell/Bondage, Minor Ass Slapping, Creampie, Being Fucked into Unconsciousness.

(End) Use of Pheromones, Minor French Kissing, Female on Male, Femdom, Cowgirl, 69/Sixty-Nine, Non/Dub-Con, Aphrodisiac, Overstimulation, Bondage, Mind Break, Creampie, Breeding.

Point out any mistakes you see :)

Golden Sands

“Faster! Faster!” Chrysalis howled into the air, her body convulsing as another orgasm crashed through her.

Cole gritted his teeth as he felt her walls coil tightly around him like an anaconda squeezing the air out of its prey. He let out a growl in response, his forehooves pushing her front deeper into the bed as he proceeded to jackhammer his cock into her, trading power for speed.

“So… fucking tight…” Cole grunted with a pleasured moan.

He felt like he was on cloud nine. He didn’t think It’d be this easy to turn Chrysalis into a cock-drunk whore. She'd always boasted about how easy it was to make him submit with the use of her pheromones, but the moment Cole figured out how to use his own, the tables were quickly turned and he was the one in control now.

Slapping Chrysalis roughly across her rear, Cole relished in the heavenly sound that it forced from her throat. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? I bet nobody else has been brave enough to slap your ass before.”

Chrysalis responded with a long, drawn-out moan, unable to form a coherent response under his relentless assault. Cole smirked smugly before slowing down to an agonizingly slow pace, making Chrysalis whine and attempt to thrust back into him. Narrowing his eyes at her action, Cole ignited his horn, enveloping Chrysalis’ body in a green aura.

With a simple spell, he paralyzed her, ensuring she couldn’t move anything except her head. Once satisfied with his work, Cole resumed his slow, deliberate fucking.

“Your King asked you a question,” Cole growled into Chrysalis’ ear, emphasizing his words with another slap across her rear.

Chrysalis yelped at the slight pain that flared from the hit, “Yes! I- I love it!” she squealed.

Cole hummed as he continued to thrust into her slowly. Her scorching insides massaged his length, keeping it coated in a slick layer of her juices as she winked madly around him. Cole grinned before removing his hooves from her back, wrapping them around her sides, and holding her close. Then, he slowly leaned into the right side of her face.

Chrysalis shuddered as she felt Cole’s entire body press against her back, his potent, musky pheromones overwhelming her senses with each breath she took. She gasped sharply as a long, forked tongue slid up the side of her neck. Its slick surface trailed across her sensitive chitin and swirled over her cheek, leaving a glistening layer of saliva in its wake.

Cole sighed in delight as he retracted his tongue. “You love being my little cum dump, don't you?” he purred into her ear.

Chrysalis’ breath hitched, and her cheeks grew a greener shade. “No…” she weakly protested.

Cole rammed his cock into her, forcing a pleasured yelp from her throat.

“Yes, you do. You love it when I pump and dump my cum inside you, right? You love the way I leave you leaking and wanting more, right? You say ‘no,’ but you always come back to me a couple of hours later for some more, right?” Cole whispered, emphasizing each point with a hard thrust of his hips.

Chrysalis mewled in reply. It was true! It was all true! Ever since she got him to fuck her in the throne room that first night, she couldn't get enough of him. She began feeling a constant need for his cock. First, it was every morning, then every afternoon, then every evening. And even then, she still wanted more.

Cole gently nibbled her ear, making her shudder and moan. “You love being my little cum dump,” Cole stated factually, his voice heavy and hot.

Chrysalis shook her head. “No…” she softly denied, though her thoughts and body betrayed her.

Cole increased his pace slightly, intent on getting what he wanted to hear out of her. “Yes, you do. Say it.”

Chrysalis stayed quiet, her only reply being a small whine.

Cole frowned, a displeased look forming on his face. Slowly, Cole pulled his cock out from her snug depths, the tip coming free with a succulent pop.

“Hmm, okay then. I guess you don't want me to rut you right now,” he said with an infectious grin, knowing fully well what was about to happen.

Chrysalis’ eyes widened in a panic as a vast sense of emptiness engulfed her entire being, starting from her depths and quickly spreading to the rest of her body. It eclipsed even the hunger for love that's cursed her for so long. Her insides clenched around empty air, desperate to feel the god-like cock that was pleasuring her only a moment ago. Her pussy lips winked with wanton abandon, and a line of sweet nectar dripped freely from her now-empty snatch, forming a wet puddle below her.

Forgetting that she was frozen in place, she tried to thrust back into his cock, only to not move an inch. Chrysalis whimpered in despair as the void within her deepened, her instincts crying out for her to submit to her King if only to feel his throbbing length once more.

Desperate for his cock, Chrysalis gave in.

“YES!" she screamed. “I love being your little cum dump! I love it when you breed me and fill me full of eggs to lay! I love your cock! I love-”

“Good girl~”

Chrysalis moaned whorishly as Cole roughly shoved his length back inside of her and began fucking her with renewed vigor. Her insides burned and spasmed as jolts of electrical pleasure shot through her spine with each thrust of his hips sending her deeper into depravity, her mind going blank and her tongue lolling out of her mouth in a slutty display.

“Oh, gods! Buck me! Buck me! Fill my womb with your seed!”

Cole groaned at the familiar pressure building up in his tip, and he buried his head into her seaweed-like mane. God, even in her state of mind she still knew how to push him over the edge. With a final grunt, Cole hilted himself inside of her, his cock pulsing as he reached his orgasm.

Chrysalis howled and moaned as she felt Cole bottom out inside of her. His thick, fertile seed burst out of his cockhead and painted her womb white. Her body trembled as she reached orgasm soon after, her muscles tensing and squeezing around Cole, milking him for every last drop of his seed.

Eventually, both royals’ euphoria died down and their muscles relaxed. Cole's cock went flaccid and slowly slipped out of Chrysalis’ snatch with a wet squelch, a mix of his cum and her juices leaking and spilling on the floor as a result. Cole caught his breath before getting up from Chrysalis’ back and dismounting her, his eyes resting on her dripping loins for a moment, admiring his work.

Igniting his horn once more, he undid the spell that had Chrysalis locked in place. Unexpectedly, Chrysalis’ body flopped back, her front slipping off of the bed as she limply fell to the floor unconscious.

Cole quickly caught her in his magic before setting her down. “Chrissy? You okay?” he asked as he gently pawed at her cheek with a hoof.

Chrysalis didn't respond, but he saw her chest rising and falling, indicating that she was still breathing. Frankly, Cole was surprised. He managed to fuck her into unconsciousness, something that he was more prone to experiencing due to how intense she can be sometimes.

Cole chuckled. “Now you'll be the one waking up confused and hurting all over,” he said, wrapping her body in his magical grip and gently placing her on the bed.

Pulling the covers snugly over her, Cole smiled to himself before turning toward the chamber door.

“Time to clean myself up.”

Cole sighed contentedly as he submerged himself in the cool waters of the bathing chamber. The waters worked wonders, cleansing his chitin of all traces of his morning romp with Chrysalis.

“Would you like any assistance, my King?” a voice behind him asked.

Turning his head slightly to look behind him, Cole spotted his guide/assistant standing at the edge of the hot spring, holding a bar of soap and a worn wooden brush in his magic. There was nothing particularly distinguishing about him—he looked much like every other changeling in the Hive: same height, same number of holes. The only way Cole could confidently identify him was through the Hivemind which sucked a bit.

Cole smiled warmly at him, “No, thank you, Elytra. But, I appreciate the offer.”

Elytra smiled as well, pleased by the warm emotions his King was directing toward him. “Of course, my King. I’ll always be there to help!” Elytra chirped, setting down the brush and soap with a cheerful demeanor.

Cole nodded in acknowledgment before turning back to the hot spring and wading toward the deeper end. He stopped only once the water rose to his neck, leaving his head and neck the only parts of him not submerged in the crystal-clear pool. Retracting his stinger and settling back on his haunches, Cole closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath before exhaling it in a slow, steady stream.

It had been an eventful month for Cole since the night he first arrived at the Hive and unexpectedly mated with Chrysalis. Being crowned King of Chrysalis’ Hive the very next day, Cole suddenly found himself joining the Hivemind and having a lecherous amount of responsibilities dumped on top of him. Additionally, all the changelings in the Hive had a fanatical love for him now with him being King and all. The complete 180 from hostile to joyful at the sight of him was a bit of a strange change, but Cole got used to it.

Cole’s physical appearance had undergone noticeable changes as well. His once glowing white eyes now radiated a toxic green hue, while his carapace had shifted to a striking blue-green shade, matching the altered color of his transparent four wings. Even his blood and the slime he spat out had transformed from a nearly transparent white to a dark green. Cole was certain that if his magic aura had been a different color before, it would now have adopted the same vivid green theme.

Oh, and there was sex. Lots of sex.

Almost every morning, Cole would wake up to Chrysalis fellating him under the covers before flooding his lungs full of her pheromones and fucking him senseless. He would later emerge from their now-shared chambers, dazed and confused, before Elytra and an escort of two guards swiftly guided him away to begin his daily tasks. It was... an interesting routine, but, like all things, Cole got used to it. He even came to look forward to it.

During his first two weeks at the Hive, Cole’s schedule was packed with rigorous training: mastering the use of magic, detecting emotions in sentient beings, learning to use his wings properly, and building up his physical fitness, among other things.

Those days left Cole unimaginably exhausted, dragging his hooves along the cave floor as he retreated to Chrysalis' chambers. But, even then, his day wouldn’t be over as Chrysalis would immediately jump him and force one last creampie out of him before allowing him to finally rest.

Thankfully, after the first two weeks, things calmed down, allowing him a bit more time to rest. Instead of non-stop training, Cole was now assigned a schedule by Chrysalis herself, alternating days of training with rest and other tasks around the Hive such as learning how to create a chamber from a simple burrow in the wall.

It was also during this time that Cole learned he was the legitimate father of two clutches of eggs, totaling about 38.

Cole was shocked, flabbergasted, and utterly flummoxed by the unanticipated news. Him? A dad? It was inconceivable! At least, it was—until Chrysalis showed him the eggs in the nursery. He wanted to deny it, but the moment he laid his eyes on them, every fiber of his being told him they were his. He ended up staying in the nursery for about an hour, just watching and cooing at the eggs much to all the nurse's amusement.

Apparently, his sperm might be supercharged, as the process of fertilizing and laying eggs—which would typically take Chrysalis three to four weeks—had been reduced to just one week. She hypothesized that the time it took for the eggs to hatch would also be significantly shortened, estimating it would take about three months instead of the usual five or sometimes six.

Naturally, this also meant that she started demanding more sex from him, something he was starting to genuinely enjoy.

Cole’s thoughts then drifted to his old human memories, and a wave of sadness washed over him. He was never going back home, was he? He would never get to see his family or friends again. He would never get to pursue any type of career. He would never get to live his life the way he wanted to.

And it hurt so much.

“Are you alright, my King? I sense that you are upset about something,” Elytra inquired with a worried look.

Cole quickly wiped away the tears streaming down his cheeks, “Yeah, I- I'm fine. It's nothing you need to worry about.”

Elytra opened his mouth to ask a question but quickly stopped himself. Though Cole appeared far more tolerant of his subjects than their Queen, that didn’t mean Elytra should overstep his boundaries. Cole was still his King, after all.

“Of course, I apologize for intruding,” Elytra swiftly replied.

Shaking his head with a sigh, Cole directed his gaze to Elytra. “What’s on today’s schedule?” he asked.

"To begin, today is your weekly love donation to the Hive," Elytra explained. "After that, the Queen has scheduled a long study session for you, which includes reminders and some last-minute pointers regarding your first field assignment. You'll leave the Hive to gather love at the nearest pony settlement after the session later this evening."

Cole felt a wave of dread wash over him at the announcement. This was the day he had been dreading. Leaving the safety of the Hive to hunt for food was one thing—but the fact that the "food" in question was a sapient creature made his stomach churn in disgust.

Looking down at his right hoof, Cole noticed a small, insignificant hole forming in his fetlock. He had noticed it a couple of days ago, and it was his first sign that he, too, would likely be joining the Hive in appearance sooner rather than later.

Believe it or not, love—the emotion itself—had become an essential part of his dietary requirements. It’s the reason why all the changelings here have so many holes in their bodies. They were starving. But the method of acquiring it left an awful taste in Cole’s mouth. To gather love, he would essentially have to kidnap someone and bring them back to the Hive where their love would be "harvested."

Cole shuddered at the memory of the harvesting chamber. The sight of so many ponies, young and old alike, trapped in green cocoons and floating in place. Some were sleeping, their minds dulled by the effects of the cocoons, while others simply stared blankly, unreactive to anything he did in front of them. The emptiness in their eyes haunted him—nothing but hollow shells slowly being drained of every last bit of love they had in them before being discarded like worn-out toys.

Ever since then, Cole had wondered: if he had stayed human and helped Basal that day, would he have been shoved into a cocoon as well?

Sensing the sudden swirl of dread and fear emanating from his King, Elytra perked up, eager to reassure him. “Don’t worry, Your Highness! I’m sure you’ll do great!” he said cheerfully.

“Joy…” Cole replied unenthusiastically.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its final rays of amber light, twinkling stars began to emerge in the darkening sky. Cole stepped out of one of the Hive’s entrances, flanked by Elytra and Chrysalis. The Queen, with her magic, levitated a beige saddlebag beside her.

“Do I really have to do this?” Cole questioned, as Chrysalis secured the saddlebag to his body.

“Oh, stop being such a grub,” Chrysalis hissed sharply. “How else do you expect to steal love from a pony if you can’t even act like one? You’ll blow your cover immediately.”

“Not that,” Cole said. “It’s just, I don’t feel comfortable doing this. I mean, they’re thinking and breathing like us, right? Why are we targeting a bunch of innocent creatures?”

Chrysalis took a deep breath and Cole winced at the rising anger emitting from her. But instead of yelling at him like he expected, Chrysalis spoke in a calm, but stern manner.

“Cole, I know you have some… feelings about this task I’m assigning you. But you need to understand the sheer foolishness of your moral leanings. We are already starving as it is, and this Hive—our Hive—is home to hundreds of changelings struggling to survive.

“If we were to simply stop hunting other creatures for love and rely solely on organic consumption, we would all perish. Not immediately, no, but it would be a slow, agonizing death. I don’t know how you managed to survive your entire life on your own without consuming even a drop of love, but it’s not sustainable here.

“Is witnessing our two newly laid clutches of eggs dying before they even have the chance to reach maturity truly something you want to see?”

Cole’s ears splayed against his head and he looked down with a guilty frown. Despite the contradictory behavior of struggling to survive yet wanting to birth more changelings, Chrysalis was right in a twisted way. Not only would they all die, but hunting for enough animals to feed hundreds in their current state was unfeasible no matter what methods they used.

They’d all die, and it would all be Cole’s fault because he couldn’t adapt to his new life.

“Fine, I’ll... I'll do it,” he reluctantly said.

Cole felt a sense of relief emanate from Chrysalis before he felt a hoof gently lift his chin. Looking up in confusion, Cole froze as he felt Chrysalis press her lips against his and kiss him deeply. He remained as stiff as a board, his eyes wide as he stared into her emerald gaze. Chrysalis pulled away and Cole suddenly felt reinvigorated, like he could run a mile without stopping.

“A little snack for the road,” Chrysalis said with a sultry smile and half-lidded eyes.

Cole gaped like a fish, his eight eyes still wide and his cheeks blushing furiously. “Wha- I, uh- Buh?” he sputtered.

Chrysalis giggled as she walked past him and stood by the Hive’s entrance, “Good luck!”

Not knowing what else to do, Cole waved awkwardly before following Elytra to the settlement he was supposed to infiltrate. That wouldn’t be leaving his mind for a while.

“Don’t keep me waiting~” Chrysalis sang to him through the Hivemind before projecting a rather salacious image of her pleasuring herself to Cole.

Cole’s blush turned even greener. Now there were two things that wouldn’t be leaving his mind for a while.

By the time Cole and Elytra reached the outskirts of the pony settlement, the sun had already risen to its morning position. The march across the Badlands, as it was called, had been unsurprisingly uneventful, leaving Cole with an increasing sense of boredom. But now, however, that boredom had transformed into curiosity as he watched ponies walking around the western-style town from a distant dune.

“Well, there it is. The ponies call this town Appleloosa,” Elytra said before turning toward Cole. “Are you ready, Your Highness?”

Cole nodded, retreating behind the dune. “Yeah, just give me a second.”

Cole took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on his horn. He could feel the appendage burn with energy as he concentrated on shifting his appearance. With a burst of green flames, Cole’s form transformed into a stocky, brown-coated unicorn stallion with hazel eyes, and a black mane and tail.

“How do I look?” he asked.

Looking him over, Elytra spotted a clear anomaly. “You forgot the Cutie Mark, Your Highness,” he said, pointing at Cole’s rear.

“Oh, right.”

Glancing at his rear, Cole ignited his horn again. With another burst of smaller green flames, a Cutie Mark appeared on both sides of his flank, depicting a vintage monocular and a rolled-up map.

“Perfect,” Elytra said with a smile. “Now roll around in the sand.”

“What?” Cole said, tilting his head in confusion.

“If you're going to have the alias of a traveler, you got to look like one, Your Highness! And nothing says traveler more than a dirty and tired pony looking for a place to rest for a couple of days.”

“Huh. I guess that makes sense.”

Carefully lowering himself onto the sand, Cole began to roll around, working the grains deep into his fur, mane, and tail. When he was finished, he stood up and gave himself a shake, though much of the sand stubbornly clung to him.

Elytra nodded approvingly, “Now, you're ready. Good luck, Your Highness, I'll see you back at the Hive in a couple of days.”

Turning and leaving, Elytra left Cole to his own devices. Taking a deep breath, Cole walked over the dune and began making his way into town.

As Cole entered the town, he was greeted by the sight of bustling streets filled with ponies dressed in stereotypical Wild West attire. Stetsons, vests, and ropes were worn everywhere; the only thing missing was their big irons.

“Well, howdy there, mister! Can't say I've seen you ‘round here before!”

Turning toward the southern-sounding voice, Cole came face-to-face with his first pony. It was an old earth stallion with a maroon coat and brown eyes. His mane and tail were a mix of grey and dark red, and perched on his head was a brown stetson adorned with a star that had the word “Sheriff” engraved on it. He wore a brown, cotton vest with a white undershirt, and on his flank was a Cutie Mark depicting a sheriff’s badge surrounded by a whip.

“Say, what's your name, partner? My name's Sheriff Whip, but you could just call me Whipper.”

“Uh, my name's Graphic Map, sir,” Cole said nervously.

“Graphic Map? That's a nice name. We don't usually get that many unicorns around these parts. What's your story?”

“J-Just traveling,” Cole stammered. “Trying to see the world, y'know? M-My parents always wanted to, but they never got the chance… so I’m doing it for them,” he added, letting faux sadness seep into his tone.

Whipper's expression immediately softened, his face falling with regret. “Oh, sorry ‘bout that, son. Didn’t mean to dredge up any bad memories.”

Cole shook his head, offering a faint smile. “No, it’s alright—you didn’t know,” he said softly. “But could you help me find an inn or someplace to stay? I’ve been traveling for a while and could really use a few days to rest.”

Whipper nodded, “Yeah, just follow me.”

Following Whipper, Cole felt his heart hammer in his chest, and beads of sweat roll down his face. He knew lying would be nerve-wracking but he didn't think it'd be this bad. It felt like one wrong move would instantly give him away.

Approaching a large wooden building with multiple windows, Whipper led Cole inside and directly to the front desk. Behind it stood a magenta-coated earth mare, her mane partially tucked beneath—of course—a stetson. As her eyes lifted to meet Whipper's, they widened in surprise.

“Whipper? Well, ain’t this a surprise! What brings you here? Did your wife kick you out again or somethin’?” she teased with a playful grin.

Whipper let out a boisterous laugh, waving her off dismissively. “No, nothin’ like that. Just bringing a tourist around. He’ll be stayin’ in town for a couple of days. Goes by the name Graphic Map,” he said, gesturing toward Cole.

“Hello,” Cole waved with a smile.

Guitar waved back with a smile of her own, “Howdy, Graphic! It’s nice to meet ya. How long you gonna be staying, hun?”

“A week, give or take.”

Grabbing a pencil with her mouth, Guitar scribbled Cole's “name” down on a check-in list. “Alrighty, it's going to be 15 bits per night.”

Before Cole could reach for the sack of stolen bits in his saddlebag, Whipper placed a hoof on his shoulder and shook his head. “Now, don’t you worry ‘bout that, son. I’ll cover your first two nights, no charge,” he said with sincerity.

Cole was taken aback. “Wha- A-Are you sure about that, sir?”

Whipper chuckled. “Yeah, I mean it.” He turned to Guitar. “Give him a room key, Guitar. I’ll be back with a sack o’ bits,” he said before turning and heading out.

As the doors swung open and closed, Cole heard him call out, “And get yourself cleaned, son! You look like you came out of a sandstorm!”

Cole gave himself a once over, noticing the egregious amount of sand still clinging to his body. “Huh. I guess I do.”

Guitar chuckled before getting up from her chair, grabbing one of the keys from under her desk with her mouth, and holding it out to Cole. Using his magic, Cole took the key from her mouth in a green aura and glanced at the number tag attached to it.

"That’s room 115,” Guitar said. “Just take the stairs down the hall, go up one floor, and you’ll find it," she said, smiling warmly.

Cole nodded with a smile of his own. “Thank you,” he said before trotting off.

“And the bathhouse is the next building over!” Guitar shouted.

“Thanks, again!” Cole shouted back.

And so, Cole embarked on his first mission to steal love for the Hive. The first two days proved to be unproductive. He spent the first day resting after taking a much-needed bath, while the second day was dedicated to scouting the town. During his observations, he carefully noted dark shadows, potential hiding places, and dead ends—just in case he found himself caught or chased.

Apparently, ponies are entirely unaware of changelings or what they are. This ignorance makes it remarkably easy for a changeling to blend in with the local populace—provided they know what they’re doing. For Cole, this meant he shouldn’t face much trouble fitting in, as long as the ponies around him weren’t actively on the lookout for disguises.

It wasn’t until the third day that Cole finally began his hunt for “prey.” Ugh, even thinking of that word left a vile taste in his mouth.

Entering the town’s only bar, Cole was relieved to see it packed to the brim. Nearly every table was occupied by young mares and stallions dressed in Western attire. The air was thick with a cacophony of emotions—joy, sadness, anger, anxiety, and, most importantly, love.

Though love was present in the air (literally), it was mostly emitted from couples sitting together at small tables, talking and gushing to each other with bright smiles on their faces.

Approaching an empty table for two, Cole sat down and waited patiently for a waiter to come by. As he waited, Cole contemplated how he would go about stealing his “prey’s” love. He ruled out doing a casual hookup. According to Chrysalis, it didn’t allow him to steal an optimal amount of love. Cole had to find a mare that was interested in him and found him at least slightly attractive for this to work.

Or he could try to find a stallion if he was brave enough…

Ha! No way in hell is that happening.

“Hello, mister! Welcome to the Apple Family Bar! What can I getcha?”

Glancing to his left, Cole saw an amber-coated mare with a tophat and a handkerchief tied around her neck. “Hello to you too. What do you guys have?”

“Well, we got beer, we got whisky, we got brandy, and we even got the ol’ classical Canterlot wine! But if you want somethin’ better than all of those, then I could get you some home-grown Apple Family apple cider!”

“I think I’ll be the judge of that,” Cole said playfully. “I’ll take the apple cider.”

The mare nodded before trotting off to the bar table to get his drink. Cole’s eyes lingered on her plush flank for a moment and he wondered how they'd feel being squished by his hooves.

The sound of the chair in front of him scrapping against the floor caught his attention, and Cole turned his head in front of him to see who decided to sit with him.

“Howdy! Hope you don’t mind me sittin’ with you. Place is pretty crowded today.”

Cole could only stare in dumbfounded shock as a stunning mare sat before him, gazing at him with her beautiful orange eyes. She had a perfectly groomed yellow coat and a silky smooth black mane that hung freely around her shoulders. She donned a brown stetson, and around her neck was a checkered, red, and white neckerchief. Finally, on her delectable flanks was a Cutie Mark that depicted a rope tied into a lasso.

“It’s nice to meet you! The name’s Tie Down. What’s yours?”

“Uh… I- um… G-Graphic Map,” Cole replied, his cheeks blushing as he listened to her majestically melodic voice.

“Well, I’ll say. I’ve never met a unicorn in person before! Where are you from, sugar?”

Well, it's time to put his improv training to the test.

“I’m from, uh, Canterlot.”

Tie Down went bug-eyed, “Canterlot? Shoot! What’s a fancy and handsome stallion like yourself doin’ all the way down here?”

“Oh, m-me? Just traveling!” Cole said with increasing nervousness.

Tie Down giggled into her hoof, “Relax, Graphic. I don’t bite.” She then gave him half-lidded eyes and Cole felt a burst of lust fill the air around her.

“Not unless you want me to~”

Suddenly, Cole’s body felt like it was on fire, every fiber of his being hyperaware of her presence. His nostrils flared with each inhale of her sweet, intoxicating scent, and a familiar urge began to take hold of his mind, a relentless chant to breed echoing through him.

“I-I- b- th- uh-” he sputtered, unable to form words.

“Why don’t I give you a taste?”

Tie Down leaned forward, her lips slightly parted, a hungry glint in her eyes that made Cole’s heart race. Without even realizing it, he found himself leaning in as well, his head tilting instinctively to meet hers. Their eyes locked in an unbroken gaze, the world around them fading into a hazy blur. Cole’s lips pursed, ready to share a deep, passionate kiss with her.

But the moment was shattered as the waiter returned. “A glass of apple cider for you mister!” she said boisterously, placing the glass down on the table.

Cole and Tie Down both jerked back into their seats, startled by the sudden and untimely return of the waiter. The awkwardness hit like a thunderclap, the tension that had been built dissolving into the air. The waiter paused, her eyes darting between the two of them—taking in the furious blush lighting up Cole’s face and the sharp, withering glare Tie Down was directing her way.

The waiter chuckled nervously, “W-Was I interrupting somethin’?”

Tie Down snorted.

“Ahaa… I’ll come back later,” the waiter muttered before quickly leaving.

Tie Down’s ears flicked in irritation before she directed her gaze back at Cole, a sweet smile forming on her lips once more.

“So, you said you’re from Canterlot? How’s it like there?”

Cole’s horn lit up with a soft green glow, and his glass of apple cider floated into the air, enveloped in the same shimmering aura. He brought it to his lips and took a long sip, the crisp sweetness calming his nerves and racing heart.

“It’s… It’s great! There’s not many other places where you can see so many ponies at once.”

Quickly overcoming their initial awkwardness, the two fell into an engaging conversation. During their long chat, Cole learned a great deal about Tie Down. She worked as a cattle wrangler, spending most of her time on her family’s farm herding cattle, milking them, cleaning up after them, and ensuring they didn’t get into trouble. This was a source of confusion for Cole because the cattle were also sapient. Yet, despite their intelligence, they’re still kept as livestock?

Cole dismissed the idea. According to Tie Down, the relationship was more of a conscientious, symbiotic agreement. They provide the farm with a large quantity of milk to sell, and the ponies give them a place to safely graze and live.

The reason Tie Down was in Appleloosa instead of at her family’s farm was that she had planned to participate in a bull-riding competition. However, the event had been canceled for some reason. With the competition no longer happening, she decided to take advantage of the vacation time in Appleloosa, all while her family still believed she was competing.

“Say, you’re staying at Guitar’s inn, right? Why don’t we go over and… roll around in the hay?” Tie Down said, wrapping a hoof around Cole’s and giving him bedroom eyes.

Cole felt a shiver run down his spine as her lust-filled golden eyes locked onto his. Another thing he had learned about her was just how flirtatious she could be with him. Mid-way into their conversation, she started dropping hints and not-so-subtle indications that she wanted to bed him, and it was growing increasingly difficult to keep his partner in its sheath.

Cole’s nostrils flared as the same sweet scent from earlier filled the air, making his body react instantly. Beads of sweat began to form and trickle down his face as a wave of heat washed over him, his breathing growing heavier with every passing second. His skin tingled with heightened sensitivity, and before he realized it, his hoof instinctively clutched Tie Down’s as the overwhelming sensations persisted.

Cole, despite the haze clouding his thoughts, managed to wonder—did ponies also have pheromones?

Tie Down smiled as she felt Cole clutch her hoof. “Yes? No? I’ve gotta say, I’ve been craving a more… exotic experience lately. Won’t you help me out with that?” she said, running her hoof up his foreleg, making Cole shiver once more.

Cole weighed his options. This mare clearly wanted him, and to be honest, he wanted her too. He also wasn’t sure if he would get another opportunity like this. For all he knows, the reason she’s so adamant about having sex with him is because she’s leaving for her family’s farm tomorrow.

And so, with his decision made, Cole stared into Tie Down’s eyes and began releasing his own potent pheromones.

“Yeah, I think I will,” Cole said with a sultry smile.

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The door to Cole’s room burst open with a resounding thud as he and Tie Down stumbled inside, their breaths ragged and faces flushed with a vivid shade of scarlet. Using his magic, Cole quickly shut the door and locked it right as Tie Down pounced on him, sending him onto his back and her stetson flying from her head.

Tie Down crawled on top of Cole, the lewd scene making his already hardened cock twitch in anticipation. Placing her forehooves on either side of his head, Tie Down lay on top of him and buried her face into his thick, furry neck before breathing in deeply.

She shuddered as she inhaled a lungful of his pheromones, the chemicals making her already horny body even hornier. Raising her head, she sloppily pressed her lips against Cole’s and began kissing him passionately while grinding her sopping wet cunt against his hard member.

Cole moaned into the kiss, reciprocating her efforts with his own. Pushing his tongue against her lips, Tie Down welcomingly opened her mouth and allowed him to explore her. His tongue dragged along her teeth, and gums, and even swirled around her own in a wet dance of passion. Tie Down pushed back against his, and he allowed her to explore his mouth as well. Their needy moans filled the room as they continued their passionate make-out.

Eventually, Tie Down pulled back, a strain of saliva staying connected between both lips before being broken apart.

“Bed. Now,” she grunted, chest heaving as she rose from atop him.

Cole quickly scrambled to his hooves and climbed up the wooden bed, the frame creaking as he lay his entire weight on it. Lying on his back, Cole watched as Tie Down climbed up on the bed and stood over him, her wet, dripping pussy coating his heavy balls with drops of her nectar.

Cole’s cock throbbed excitedly in preparation for penetrating her tight confines. But his excitement turned to confusion once she turned around and exposed her winking lips to him. Before Cole could process and admire the perfection of her dark lips, Tie Down abruptly sat her flank down on his face, coating him with her juices.

Without any prompting, Cole wrapped his hooves around her flank, brought her entrance to his mouth, and began to ravage her with his tongue. Tie Down tensed and let out a cute squeak as she felt Cole’s inexperienced but energetic tongue drift along and occasionally probe her entrance. The succulent and fruity flavor coated his tongue and drove him to explore deeper into her depths.

This, while not exactly new to Cole, was still an unexplored avenue for him. Chrysalis was never one for foreplay and always wanted to get to the main show as soon as possible.

Cole moaned as he felt her hoof wrap around the base of his cock before something wet drifted along his tip. His cock throbbed at the sudden pleasure, and he instinctively thrust his hips upwards, pushing his cock inside her mouth and to the back of her throat.

Amazingly, Tie Down didn’t gag, instead, she reflexively shoved his cock down her throat before being forced to stop mid-way. She then proceeded to facefuck herself with reckless abandon, pulling back until her lips barely grazed the tip of his cock, only to ram her face back down again with unbridled intensity.

The sounds that escaped her were a mix of muffled moans and choked gags as her mouth struggled to accommodate his pulsing cock. A dumb smile was present on her face as her tongue swirled around his girth, mapping every vein and curve as his musky odor traveled down her windpipe.

Tie Down felt her entire body grow hotter with each second that passed, to the point where it felt like her blood was boiling under her skin. Cole's tongue was no longer enough, and she felt her insides clenching with a great longing for his horsemeat.

Pulling back entirely with a distinct pop, Tie Down quickly rose to her hooves and turned back around. Cole bemoaned the loss of her luscious juices, but his discontent quickly shifted into eagerness as Tie Down straddled his hips.

Tie Down didn’t waste a moment. Lifting her hips, she aimed his twitching shaft at her entrance before sinking herself down onto him. Cole and Tie Down let out throaty moans as they both connected, the unbearable heat assaulting their bodies calming and giving them a moment of calm. Hilting him completely, Tie Down let out small moans and shaky breaths as she placed her forehooves on his chest to keep herself balanced.

“Oh, b-buck…” she murmured.

Cole brought his hooves up and held her hips securely. “Y-You okay?” he asked, heart racing and blood pumping.

Tie Down nodded, “Yeah, j-just give me a second…”

Taking a deep breath, Tie Down raised herself up, stopping at his tip, before slamming herself back down. Pure bliss and an unparalleled amount of euphoric pleasure shot through her as his cockhead rammed into her cervix, the intense sensation forcing a scream from deep within her throat. If the other tenants in the building couldn’t hear them before, they sure did now.

The bed’s wooden frame creaked in protest as Tie Down's relentless movements pushed it to its limits. Tie Down’s moans grew louder and more incessant with each bounce on his cock, the sensations she was feeling driving her wild. Cole groaned as he tightened his grip on her hips and began timing his thrusts with her merciless bounces. The room echoed with flesh meeting flesh and it felt like Tie Down was trying to shatter his pelvis with how hard she was slamming herself down on him.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! AHH! Oh, buck! Oh, BUCK!”

Tie Down was locked in a state of utter pleasure as she kept riding this absolute beast of a stallionhood. His cock touched her in all the right places and would occasionally stimulate her g-spot, making her gush her sweet juices and coil tightly around him. The whorish moans emanating from the room made ponies unfortunate enough to be listening blush madly.

Cole ground his teeth together and grunted as he began to feel the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching. His muscles tensed, and he felt a rising tension forming around his tip as it flared in preparation for his ejaculation.

“I’m getting close…” Cole moaned, struggling to keep himself back.

“Inside! I want it inside of me!” she howled in reply.

Unable to hold himself back, Cole brought her down onto him until he was completely enveloped in her sweltering depths, and he let loose. Cole’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he felt himself stop breathing as he released thick jets of his seed inside of her. Tie Down’s insides contracted around him and rhythmically pumped his cock, eager to empty him of all he had.

After the seventh jet of his seed, Cole was now only releasing weak spurts that slowly died down until his orgasm ended. Gasping for air, Cole blinked several times, trying to steady his breathing. As his vision cleared, he was slow to realize that he was seeing through eight eyes again, and as such, didn’t realize that he had lost his disguise.

“Finally, you show your true self to me,” he heard Tie Down say.

Confused by the sudden statement, Cole tilted his head up just in time to witness Tie Down being consumed by swirling orange flames. What emerged from the fiery shroud made all eight of his eyes widen in shock.

Two glowing orange eyes with sharp, cat-like pupils bore into him, radiating unsatiated hunger. A serrated horn, jagged along the front and back, jutted from her forehead, its sharp tip gleaming ominously. Perched just behind the horn sat a crown similar to Chrysalis’, though it held only two glowing, bright yellow beads compared to Chrysalis’ four.

Her mane, however, was strikingly different—a radiant yellow and gold, cut short to just below her chin. Most of it swept over the left side of her head, while a few rebellious strands draped across her right eye and ear. Cole jolted in surprise as he noticed that her ear was missing a large chunk and that she also had fangs jutting from her mouth, the details adding even more to her already ominous appearance.

Her carapace shimmered in a rich golden hue, gradually fading into a vibrant orange along her back. with two dark orange, semi-translucent wings jutting her back. Her tail, like her mane, was also cut short, the gold and yellow strands tickling his balls as she slowly wagged her tail from side to side. Finally, the most noticeable feature about her was the unmistakable and distinctive number of holes adorning her legs, mane, wings, and tail.

“Wha—!?” Cole started to scream before his mouth was covered by quickly hardening slime.

“Shhh. We wouldn’t want other ponies to get suspicious would we?” she whispered sweetly.

Feeling panic quickly overcome his thoughts, Cole instinctively raised his hooves to swing at her, but with two spits, they were coated in slime and stuck to the bed's headboard. Pulling on his hooves with all the strength he could muster, Cole whimpered pitifully once he realized there was no escape.

As a last-ditch effort, Cole tried to use his magic to attack her. “Tie Down” watched with smug interest as Cole attempted to activate his horn, only managing a faint, dim green glow before it faded completely.

“Tie Down” chuckled cruelly. “Oh, to fight till the very end and still lose. No wonder Chrysalis has such an interest in you—so feisty.” She then leaned in close to his face. “If you’re wondering why you can’t use your magic, I put a little inhibitor on you while you were oh so generously pumping me full of your seed.”

True to her words, Cole could feel something similar to a ring firmly secured near the base of his horn. The inhibitor let out a small, barely audible hum as it glowed with a dim blue light, the energy it emitted disabling his most important feature.

Cole let out a muffled moan as he felt her raise her hips and let his softening cock slip out of her insides, her entrance dripping with his thick seed. Lying on top of him, belly to belly, “Tie Down” glanced out the room’s only window, noticing that the sun was just beginning to set over the horizon.

“Looks like we’re going to be here all night, just you and me,” she purred, licking her lips between her fangs. “And by the time we’re done, you’ll belong to me and me alone, my little King,” she said, caressing his cheek.

Cole glared at the orange changeling above him, his stinger twitching in anticipation. She didn’t seem to realize he could still use it against her. Curling his abdomen, Cole suddenly thrust his stinger forward, aiming to bury the sharp point in the changeling’s thigh.

Suddenly, the changeling’s horn flared with an orange aura, and Cole’s stinger came to an abrupt halt. “You didn’t think I’d forget about that, did you?”

Cole growled in defiance and desperately tried to sting her, but it was no use. Unimpressed by his resistance, “Tie Down” forced his stinger down with her magic before engulfing Cole’s entire body in her orange aura. His eyes widened in recognition of the spell just as he suddenly found himself unable to move.

“There we go. Much better,” she said.

Still feeling the anger and hate wafting off Cole in droves, “Tie Down” placed a small smooch on his forehead below his horn. “Don’t worry, I, Queen Seraphyx will take great care of you. But first, a little something to get you fired up.”

Cole’s eyes widened in terror as he felt Seraphyx sink her fangs into his neck, biting down hard enough to puncture his chitin. Groaning in pain, he felt something get injected into his bloodstream before Seraphyx pulled back and licked the wound clean.

The effect was near instantaneous. Cole's body transformed into a furnace, blazing with an unbearable heat that sent his cock swelling to full mast within seconds. His chitin became incredibly sensitive, allowing him to feel every subtle breath Seraphyx took and each drop of her sweat as it fell from her face and trickled down his neck. Finally, his mind was consumed with the single-minded and primal need to bury his cock deep inside this goddess of a changeling and pump her full of his baby batter.

Cole let out muffled mewls of longing while his cock throbbed with incessant yearning. His body and mind ached with a desperate need to plunge into her and be enveloped by her scorching depths only to be stopped by the cruel spell Seraphyx had placed upon his body.

Cole didn’t need to wait much longer, however, as Seraphyx mercifully impaled herself on his throbbing shaft, forcing a choked moan out of Cole as she began to ride him with renewed fervency.

Cole let out moan after moan, his body trembling and his eyes struggling not to roll to the back of his head under the intense pleasure he was feeling. It quickly became too much for him to bear, and he found himself shooting buckets into Seraphyx’s womb after only twenty seconds.

Seraphyx refused to relent, continuing to ride Cole with unyielding fervor even as he was consumed by a mind-shattering orgasm. Her pelvic muscles maintained their relentless grip, coiling and sucking him in a rhythmic motion that pushed his sensitive organ to its limits and beyond. The sensation was a double-edged sword, veering wildly between agonizing overstimulation and euphoric pleasure.

As Cole was subjected to Seraphyx's onslaught, he was quickly reduced to a state of incoherent crying and mewling, and time lost all meaning. He couldn't tell if it had been an hour or a year since they had begun, and whenever he tried to think clearly, his thoughts were drowned out by waves of pain and pleasure.

Cole let out a muffled scream as he felt yet another mind-shattering orgasm crash through him. His chest heaved, his body shook, and his cock quivered as his senses continued to be relentlessly assaulted. But then, it all stopped, and Cole was mercifully given a moment of reprieve to catch his breath.

“Such a good colt~ Tell me, has that hussy Chrysalis ever made you feel this way?” Seraphyx’s melodic voice asked through the haze in Cole’s mind.

The hardened slime around Cole’s mouth melted away, allowing him to answer. “N… No…” Cole weakly said through labored breaths.

Seraphyx grinned wickedly, “So, if you had to choose between her Hive and mine, which would you join?” she asked, emphasizing the question with a tight squeeze of her insides.

Cole groaned, his broken mind still struggling to catch up to him. “Y... You…” he mumbled.

“Good~”

Seraphyx’s horn flared with a bright orange aura as she brought its sharp tip down to meet Cole’s. He felt a distinct pull at his horn and allowed Seraphyx to assimilate him into her Hivemind. The connection between him and Chrysalis was ruthlessly severed, replaced by a new link between him and Seraphyx. Normally, such a monumental event would have immediately alerted Chrysalis, but the distance between her and Cole ensured she wouldn’t notice a thing until it was too late.

Cole’s eyes suddenly shifted, changing from a toxic green to a vibrant orange. His carapace, wings, and neck fin followed suit, transforming from blue-green to a shade of orange-yellow.

“Perfect~” Seraphyx purred sweetly as she gazed gleefully at her King's new look.

Cole’s world once again devolved into a state of blinding pleasure and pain, his senses completely shattered by Seraphyx's unrelenting intensity. The sounds of his and Seraphyx’s primal lovemaking echoed endlessly into the night, and Cole would find himself passing out in an incomprehensible mess later in the early hours of dawn.