Author's Note

Not gonna lie, I think I cooked with this one, but you all will be the judge of that :)

Kinks Include:

(First Scene) Non/Dub-Con, Non-Consensual Genderswapping, Female on Male, Minor Use Of Pheromones, Aphrodisiac Venom, Spooning, Side-Fucking.

(Included) Male Pregnancy, Male Laying Eggs.

(Second Scene) Male Eating Out Female, Male on Female, Brief Female on Male, Surprise Anal, Anal Creampie, Blowjob, Facefucking, Minor Ball Playing, Cumming Inside Mouth, Cowgirl, Missionary, Kissing, Vaginal Creampie, Breeding.

Please point out if you spot any mistakes. I'm uploading this at, like, 2 AM and I may have missed some things while editing |)

Cerulean Valleys

Cole stared wearily at the ceiling of his and Seraphyx's shared chambers. His body was sore, aching with exhaustion as he woke from yet another night of depravity. How long had this been going on? A week? Two weeks? A month?

Cole couldn’t tell. Seraphyx never let him outside the Hive, barely let him explore the Hive at all. He felt a new level of frustration well up within him, but Cole stamped it down and took a deep breath. Getting angry wouldn’t fix the problem he was in.

Cole raised his right hoof and massaged his horn, feeling the magical inhibitor still firmly secured near its base. When he glanced at his hoof, he noticed the small hole that was present a while ago had grown significantly, and new ones were beginning to form on his other three hooves.

It was to be expected, he supposes. Seraphyx was siphoning love from him more often than Chrysalis did.

Three sharp knocks jolted Cole from his thoughts, and he glowered at the chamber’s entrance.

“It’s time to wake up, my King! The Queen requests your presence in the throne room!” “Elytra’s” chipper voice rang out.

Cole’s glower turned into a scowl at the sound of “Elytra’s” voice. His real name is Vertex, and that bastard was the reason Cole had been kidnapped in the first place. As it turns out, he had never been part of Chrysalis’ Hive at all; he was just a little cockroach who managed to infiltrate it after killing the real Elytra and taking his place in the Hivemind.

Three more sharp knocks rang out before he heard the voice in his head this time.

“My King? Are you awake?” Vertex questioned innocently.

Hissing angrily, Cole rolled off the bed and staggered toward the door, ignoring both the ache in his legs and his bent neck fin. His stinger twitched in anticipation, but the hardened slime encasing it rendered it useless. Cole wanted to hurt Vertex—wanted to hurt him so badly—but Cole always held himself back. He didn’t know, nor did he want to know, how Seraphyx might react to him leaving lasting injuries on her subjects.

Opening the door, Cole was met with Vertex about to knock on the door for a third time. Vertex perked up at the sight of his King and he lowered his hoof before speaking.

“My King!” he said cheerfully. “It’s so great to-”

“Shut up.”

Vertex flinched at Cole’s venomous tone, his hooves trembling slightly under the weight of the sheer amount of hatred directed at him.

“M-My, Kin- agh!”

Vertex yelped as Cole shoved a hoof against his neck, forcing him to the ground. He gasped for air, but the pressure only increased as Cole pressed down harder.

“You will not speak unless spoken to. Do I make myself clear?”

Vertex nodded frantically, “Y-Yes, I’m sorry!” his terror-ridden voice shouted.

Satisfied, Cole lifted his hoof and allowed Vertex to breathe. Once his airway was freed, the orange-gold changeling took in greedy breaths before hesitantly meeting Cole’s eight piercing eyes.

Cole narrowed his eyes at the changeling, taking a deep breath to calm himself before speaking once more.

“Remind me, why are you here?” Cole ordered calmly.

Vertex, still trembling, answered swiftly. “The Q-Queen sent me to r-retrieve you, my K-King,” he stammered.

Cole nodded before taking a quick moment to straighten out his neck fin. “Lead the way,” he said apathetically.

Vertex bowed, not daring to utter another word, and began trotting down the dimly lit tunnel, with Cole falling into step beside him.

As they walked, Cole made a concerted effort to memorize the labyrinthine corridors and tunnels that comprised Seraphyx's Hive, hoping to identify a potential escape route. His task was simplified by the fact that he was currently in the lowest levels of the Hive. So he only needed to worry about moving upward. However, even this rather straightforward goal was complicated by the complete lack of any concrete knowledge of the layout of the Hive.

Cole has only ever visited the upper levels, like, maybe two or three times, so his escape plan has a very good chance of backfiring on him. Cole shuddered at the thought of what kind of punishment Seraphyx might give him if he failed.

“M-May I have p-permission to speak, y-your Highness?” Vertex anxiously stammered.

Cole didn't bother to turn to him, only looking at him with his peripheral eyes.

“You may,” Cole replied coolly.

“I kn-know you may not l-like what I did, b-but I only did it with th-the best intentions in mind,” Vertex said. “The Queen isn't so bad o-once you get to know her!”

Cole chuckled, turning to face him with a toothy grin, “And by ‘best intentions’ you mean the reward she no doubt gave you for leading me into her trap, huh?” Cole leaned in close to Vertex's face. “Jeez, you're just another Basal, aren't you? Only worrying about getting in the Queen’s good graces. Fucking pathetic.”

Vertex's eyes widened, shocked that Cole would make such an accusation.

“Wh-What? N-No, my King! I truly thought that-”

“No, you didn't think shit.”

Vertex flinched away from Cole's totalitarian tone, his body trembling and screaming at him to bow at the monarch's hooves lest he suffer the consequences.

“All you did was follow Seraphyx's orders like the good little lamb you are. You did this expecting I would somehow be okay with it and find it in myself to understand and forgive you. But I'm telling you right now.

“I. Am. Not.

“Now shut up and keep going.”

Vertex trembled and sniffled quietly as Cole walked away from him, his hoofsteps growing quieter as he walked down the tunnel.

“I won't tell you again, Vertex,” Cole said through the Hivemind.

Vertex whimpered, jumping to his hooves and retaking his spot next to Cole. His body shaking with uncontrolled fear.

After an uncomfortable eight-minute walk, Vertex was more than happy to leave Cole alone and wallow in his despair somewhere else. Cole couldn't care less, the more he wallows, the better.

Taking a deep breath, Cole knocked on the throne room doors and waited. The doors were engulfed in a golden aura before they were slowly opened. As they opened, Cole could hear the talking inside come to a halt as every pair of eyes inside landed on him.

The throne room bore a striking resemblance to Chrysalis', with its expansive chamber and an obnoxiously large throne at its center. However, a notable difference emerged in the form of a second, equally imposing throne, positioned alongside the first. One throne was clearly intended for Cole, while the other was meant for Seraphyx. Interestingly, Cole's throne appeared to be more elaborately designed and ornate.

It was most likely an attempt by Seraphyx to appease Cole and be like “Hey! I made you this cool throne so I’m obviously better than Chrysalis!”

If that’s the case then she can keep trying. Cole wasn’t going to be easily placated.

Stepping inside the throne room, Cole rolled his eyes at the deep bows directed his way. Ignoring the other changelings, Cole walked up to Seraphyx’s throne where said Queen sat.

Cole gestured to the other throne. “I assume that one’s for me?” he asked.

Seraphyx grinned, “Of course it would be. What’s a King without his throne?”

Cole rolled his eyes once more, then sprang upward, using his wings to boost himself onto his throne. He circled around in it for a moment, searching for the perfect position to settle into, before ultimately deciding to simply lie down on top of it.

“So, am I actually going to do something today, or am I just going to sit here and look pretty?” Cole asked scornfully.

Seraphyx giggled, unbothered by Cole’s tone, “Yes, you’ll be doing a lot of things starting today, but first, I have another gift for you.”

Her horn suddenly flared with a golden hue, and something materialized in front of her. Furrowing his eyes at the action, Cole waited for the brightness to dim before finally looking at her supposed “gift.”

“Oh. Oh my fucking God. You’re joking, right?”

Cole felt like laughing out loud. Her “gift” was an orange collar with a gold tag that had the word “Coal” engraved on it. Cole snickered at her with a face that said “You can’t be serious.” Unfortunately, Seraphyx’s smug smirk did not fade, and Cole realized that, yes, she was serious.

“No. Just no. I’m not wearing that,” Cole said with a deadpanned expression.

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, Coal,” she giggled, her horn flaring brighter.

Cole's body was suddenly enveloped in Seraphyx's golden aura. He grimaced as she restrained him, forcing him to remain still while she attached the collar around his neck. The moment the collar clicked shut behind his neck, Cole was released from her aura's hold. He immediately attempted to remove the offending device, but his hooves made it nearly impossible for him to manipulate the collar and free himself.

Cole growled in frustration before attempting to tug the name tag off but to no avail. With an exasperated sigh, he released the despicable item with a frustrated yank.

“You could’ve at least spelled my name right,” he grumbled.

“I did spell your name right,” Seraphyx said with an innocent smile, leaving it at that.

Cole rolled his eyes for the third time and sighed miserably. “Whatever. What am I doing here? You said I was going to be doing a lot of things soon.”

Seraphyx nodded, “I’m sure you’re aware of how to maintain the Hive, yes? Chrysalis taught you that much, I presume?”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“I’m going to be gone for a week. A week and a half at the latest. And I need someling to watch over my Hive while I’m gone.”

“Me?” Cole asked, not believing what he was hearing. This could be his golden opportunity!

“Yes, you,” Seraphyx said self-evidently. “You are the King, are you not?”

“Yeah, sure,” Cole dismissed, trying his best not to give away his excitement.

Seraphyx nodded in acknowledgment, her expression serious. "For today, your role will be observational," she explained. "Leading the Hive entails far more than mere maintenance. You must monitor our love supply, ensure the grubs are thriving and healthy, keep tabs on active infiltrators, and attend to a plethora of other responsibilities."

While it was already things Cole knew about from Chrysalis, he never really participated in all those duties as Chrysalis didn’t want to overwhelm him. She wanted to ease him into the responsibility of a King, unlike Seraphyx who was currently throwing him into the deep end.

“And if you stay on your best behavior I’ll have a reward for you back in our chambers~” she whispered sultrily into Cole’s ear.

Cole hated how much that made his heart race.

“...and finally, we arrive at the nursing chamber,” Seraphyx announced as she and Cole stepped inside said chamber.

Immediately all the nurses inside broke into deep bows at the sight of the King and Queen before returning to caring for the curious and rowdy grubs.

Cole's eyes softened at the sight of the little rascals, and he walked to the center of the room, lay down on his belly, and waited for them to approach him.

Immediately, all the grubs stopped what they were doing and stared at him with curious eyes. They chirped and trilled at him, and Cole responded with vocalizations of his own.

They approached him in a wave of cries and squeaks, a sound that was music to Cole’s ears. As soon as they reached him, they eagerly climbed on top of him, and some attempted to squeeze themselves into the holes in his hooves. Cole smiled before grabbing three of them with his hooves and gently cleaning them with his tongue.

Naturally, the three of them began to shriek and cry at the assault on their bodies, their tiny little limbs flailing in an attempt to escape his ministrations.

“I see you're already acquainted with this area of expertise,” Seraphyx teased, lying down on her belly beside him.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Cole smiled before finally releasing the screeching grubs.

Looking around the nursery, Cole’s eyes landed on a large clutch of eggs—his eggs—snuggly kept together in a makeshift nest of blankets and pillows. There were about 12 in total, a lot less than 38, but Cole’s sure that’s going to change at some point if he doesn’t find a way out of here.

Cole feels a stab of guilt hit him at the thought of escaping. Because, if he escapes, he’s essentially leaving those grubs fatherless. But, if he doesn’t escape, he’ll leave his grubs with Chrysalis fatherless. And the two of them seem to have a bit of bad blood between each other, so Cole doubts that they’ll, uh, “share.”

“What’s wrong?” Seraphyx asks, sensing his negative emotions.

“Nothing,” Cole quickly replies. “Is there anything else you want to show or tell me about?” he asks, carefully standing back up with the grubs on his back.

Seraphyx shook her head and smiled. “No, but I’m sure you want to know what your reward is for being such a good colt today,” she said, gently caressing his cheek.

Cole blushes, his cheeks growing dark orange, “I, uh, y-yeah, I guess.”

“Come on, then,” Seraphyx giggled. “I’m sure this will be something you won’t forget,” she said, using her magic to take the grubs off his back and hooves.

The two left the nursery with excited steps and made their way to their private chambers. At some point, Seraphyx began releasing her pheromones for Cole to smell, and while the use of pheromones didn’t make him lose himself anymore, it still did wonders for getting him in the mood.

And wasn’t that a conundrum? For as much as he disliked her, Cole couldn’t find himself denying any chance of having sex with her, even though he probably should. He wonders how deep Chrysalis would dig his grave if she found out he was, more often than not, willing to plug Seraphyx’s holes with his tool.

Arriving at their private chambers, Seraphyx steps inside with a smirk on her face, her tail swishing from side to side and allowing Cole shameless views of her winking pussy. Cole drank in the view as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him, his tongue exiting his mouth and licking his lips hungrily.

“Now, about your reward,” Seraphyx said, turning to face him.

Cole opened his mouth to question what it would be. But before he could get a word out, Seraphyx’s horn flared and Cole’s vision was engulfed with orange flames. The flames dissipated and he stared at Seraphyx in confusion, wondering why she did that. It was then that he realized that he either suddenly got a bit smaller, or Seraphyx had gotten bigger than him.

“What just happened?” Cole asked in a confused tone.

Seraphyx giggled and brushed her side against his, sending a shiver down Cole’s spine. “Why don’t you look under?” she said in a weirdly excited tone.

Furrowing a brow at her choice of words, Cole did as she said and took a peek under his barrel.

…

His dick was gone.

Cole blinked furiously, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. But no matter how many times he did, his precious feature did not reappear. It was even more distressing when he realized that he couldn’t feel it either.

“Wh… What?” Cole blurted out, unable to process what he was seeing.

“Mmm, no wonder you stallions are always thinking with your cocks. This does feel rather delightful~” he heard Seraphyx purr in her sickly sweet tone.

Hesitantly looking up, Cole saw Seraphyx staring at him as if he were a slab of meat. The look made Cole gulp nervously and take an unconscious step back.

Something twitched in his vision, and Cole looked down to see an erect, veiny cock jutting out from a sheath underneath Seraphyx. Said cock was already eagerly dripping with an endless stream of pre that began to form a small puddle on the floor.

“Hey, w-wait a minute. What’s going on?” Cole said, taking some more steps back.

Seraphyx pressed forward, an eager grin on her face. “What’s wrong, Coal? Don’t you like your reward?”

“Th-This feels like more like a punishment than a reward!” he exclaimed, his rump bumping into the wall of the chambers.

“Relax,” Seraphyx calmly said as she closed the distance between them.

Cole glanced away, desperate to find a way out of this uncomfortable situation. His wings buzzed anxiously, and the lack of a stinger made him feel all the more vulnerable. Then, a hoof softly cupped his chin, making him look up. There, he saw Seraphyx gazing at him with a soft expression.

“I’ll be gentle,” she said reassuringly.

For a brief moment, Cole found himself believing in the sincerity of her tone, but it was quickly thrown away with the horrifying and extremely uncomfortable thought of him being the one getting fucked instead of the other way around.

Cole shook his head, “N-No! I don’t wa- Argh!”

Cole yelped as Seraphyx suddenly and swiftly struck, clamping her fangs tightly around his neck and flooding him full of her aphrodisiac venom. Cole moaned as he felt a familiar warmth begin to form in his loins that quickly began to spread to the rest of his body.

But Seraphyx didn’t let go, she kept pumping more and more of her venom into him, making Cole’s body turn into a burning furnace, and making his heart pump violently against his chest.

By the time Seraphyx finally let him go, Cole barely registered collapsing to the floor in a trembling heap nor how fast he was breathing. The only thing his mind could focus on was the unbearable emptiness plaguing his newly changed sex.

Cole whined and whimpered as he felt something nuzzle his neck. Sparing a hazy glance upwards, he saw Seraphyx staring down at him hungrily.

“Don’t worry, my King. I’ll take good care of you,” Seraphyx whispered before igniting her horn.

Cole’s body was engulfed in a golden aura, and he was gently whisked from the ground and carried over to the bed.

Gently placing a whining Cole on the bed, Seraphyx took a moment to put him in a comfortable position. Laying Cole on his side, Seraphyx climbed on top of the bed and laid down behind him. Wrapping her arms around Cole, who was still endlessly moaning, Seraphyx spooned him and pulled him close.

Cole gasped as he felt Seraphyx's warm body against his back, the sensation making his heart skip a beat. His excitement only grew once he felt Seraphyx's meat rub up against his winking folds. He whimpered and thrust his hips back, desperate to feel her inside of him.

“Mmm, I can't wait to feel how tight you are~” Seraphyx whispered into his ear.

She aimed her cock at his entrance and began to slowly thrust her hips forward. Cole gasped and moaned loudly as her tip pierced his folds, slowly stretching his virgin insides out.

Eventually, Seraphyx bottomed out inside of him, her cock throbbing and pulsing with a primal desire to fuck Cole silly. She moaned loudly, relishing the absolutely divine amount of pleasure crashing through her body. If this is how stallions always felt during sex then she might never want to change back.

On the other hand, Cole was completely intoxicated with pleasure. Colors flashed before his eyes, and the world swirled and spun incomprehensibly around him. He could feel his inner muscles as they contracted and massaged Seraphyx's cock, and the heat building inside him grew even more intense the longer they remained still.

With a desperate whine, Cole began to thrust his hips back into her, the resulting influx of pleasure making him moan, sending shivers down his spine. Seraphyx grunted from the sudden movement before grinning and meeting his thrusts with her own.

The two moved in perfect tandem, their synchronized lovemaking bringing untold amounts of euphoria and pushing them even closer to the peak of their passion.

Seraphyx clutched Cole tighter against him and increased her pace, feeling an unfamiliar tightness building up in her. The sound of Cole’s ceaseless moans rising an octave was music to her ears, and the way he contracted tighter around her made her body hungry for more.

“Such a good colt~ You’re such a good colt~” Seraphyx whispered into Cole’s ear.

Cole's voice escaped as a strangled mewl before his muscles clenched even tighter around Seraphyx, his body shuddering violently as he unleashed a single, loud, piercing cry of pleasure. The mind-shattering orgasm crashed through him, leaving him breathless and overwhelmed.

Seraphyx wasn’t far behind, and she let out a series of loud grunts of pleasure as she chased after her own orgasm. The tightness that had built up inside of her was now focused at her tip and threatened to erupt like a geyser.

“Oh, b-buck! I think I’m ah- ahhhhh!”

And erupt like a geyser she did. Burying her face deep into the crook of Cole's neck, Seraphyx let out a primal howl as she was consumed by her first male orgasm.

Instinctively, she drove herself as deep into Cole as she could, hilting herself fully and unleashing thick ropes of seed inside him, filling him up to max capacity and forcing any excess out of small gaps in his entrance.

Once her orgasm finally died down, Seraphyx took a moment to catch her breath and let her muscles relax. She had never experienced such an intense orgasm before, her normal orgasms couldn’t even begin to compare.

But, the downsides were apparent with how exhausted she became after a single one. Now she understands the saying of stallions being “one dump chumps.”

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Cole’s desperate mewling, followed by him thrusting his hips back into Seraphyx’s softening cock sending a small jolt of pleasure down her spine.

Seraphyx grinned, “You want more? I’ll give you more than you could ever ask for.”

Cole was having a crisis.

The likes of which he’s sure no one else has ever experienced before.

Because not only had Seraphyx left him as a female, but he was also p…

pregnant…

How!? How was it possible!? Cole thought the transformations were simply disguises! He didn’t think he’d actually biologically turn into the creature/gender he chose! This was absolute bullshit!

“Are you okay, my King?” Vertex’s hesitant voice said.

“Okay? Okay!? Why would I be okay with this!?” Cole shouted, stopping his pacing to look at the offending changeling.

Vertex squeaked, shrinking away from Cole’s piercing gaze. “W-Well, wouldn’t it b-be exciting to, um… l-lay the eggs, my King?”

Cole clicked his tongue. A part of him was excited about the prospect—the female part, that is. Every other part wanted nothing to do with all the intricacies of being a woman.

“I guess a little, but I didn't really ask for this you know!”

Vertex stayed quiet, not knowing how to respond to Cole’s venting.

Cole sighed, “Whatever, I guess I'll just have to deal with it,” he said as he rubbed the infuriating magic inhibitor still attached to his horn. “What's the first order of business today?”

For as much as Cole abhorred Vertex at the moment, the changeling was a perfect choice to help him along with his royal duties in the Hive. And Cole hasn't had a chance to meet any other changelings apart from the ones that entered the throne room whenever he was present with Seraphyx.

“Um, f-first, we have to visit the harvesting chamber for your donation of love. Then, we'll check how the new infiltrator recruits are doing and assign the instructors some deadlines for what you expect by the end of the week,” Vertex explained.

“Alright, let's go and get this over with.”

The following days passed in a blur of a familiar routine.

Wake up, donate love, complete royal duties, sleep.

It was a bit similar to his routine with Chrysalis except he was the one calling the shots now.

He authorized the construction of new chambers, supervised the training of infiltrators, and frequently visited the nursery to play with the grubs. He even devised a plan for a group of infiltrators to kidnap some ponies for the Hive.

As terrible as that last part was, Cole found himself getting used to the prospect. He still felt slightly bad about it, but what could he do about it? His new life was essentially kill or be killed.

However, no amount of mental cushioning could prepare him for the act of laying the eggs in his womb. An event that continued to plague him with cruel uncertainty.

Then, the last day of the week arrived, and Cole was terrified.

“They're sure to come out now, right?? Will it, um, hurt?” Cole spoke to Vertex in a hushed tone, his eyes furrowed in fear.

Vertex blinked, not entirely sure what to say, “What did the nurses say yesterday?”

Cole clutched his bloated belly uncomfortably. “Well, they said the eggs should be coming out soon, but that's it! Nothing about if it'd be painful or not!”

“The Queen never expressed any feelings of pain during the laying process. I'm sure if it were painful everyling would've felt it through the Hivemind,” Vertex tried reassuring.

Unfortunately, it did little to quell Cole's nerves.

Vertex patted Cole on the back, “Just relax, your Majesty. Everything will be fine!” he said with a smile.

Cole frowned at Vertex. While such a casual gesture would have probably made Cole lose his temper a few days earlier, he had found himself growing appreciative of Vertex's presence once more.

That or Cole was suffering from a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome.

“Hopefully, you're right, Vertex. Hopefully, you are right…”

The day passed without too much interruption, and Cole found himself putting the thought of laying his eggs on the back burner as he focused on his royal duties.

Right now, Cole was supervising the infiltrator recruits as they undertook their end-of-week test. The test required them to sneak past experienced infiltrators without revealing their presence through any emotional or physical means. Their objective was to reach the end of the room and return to the starting point without being detected.

The test was performed in the practice chamber, which was about 20 feet high and 30 feet wide and long. Side-by-side, tiny structures resembling houses were constructed in the chamber, resembling a village. All of them were about 15 feet high and gave the recruits some hiding spaces and covered them in shadow. Above the practice area, hanging from the ceiling were large clumps of glowing orange slime that provided enough illumination to make the setting resemble a sunset.

The experienced infiltrators would play the role of guards patrolling the area in armored pony disguises. If the guards found the recruit, then the recruit failed the test and would have to try again another time.

Cole’s presence added another variable to the test, as the recruits now had to contend with the pressure of their King observing their performance. Some were, without a doubt, nervous, while others were eager to prove themselves. They would have to contain those emotions if they wanted to pass with flying colors.

“Alright, Shade! You’re up next! Go whenever you’re ready!” the instructor shouted from the small balcony where he, Vertex, and Cole were seated.

“I must say, I’m impressed with what you’ve done, Oz. So far, everyone has performed perfectly,” Cole says with a smile, watching as Shade approaches the village.

“Well, I do strive for perfection, my King,” Oz said with a pleased smile. “I have been for the past 21 years.”

“Seraphyx and I would expect nothing less.”

Cole watched as Shade patiently stalked through the town, using the dark alleyways and shadows to his advantage as he got closer to the other side of the room. The “guards” were none the wiser, unknowingly passing by him a couple of times and sometimes almost brushing by Shade when checking any dark alleys he hid in. It also helped that Shade’s small size made it even more difficult for him to spot in the darkness.

After about five more minutes of sneaking, Shade made it to the end, and Cole vaguely saw Shade doing a little celebratory dance before immediately stopping. Cole chuckled at the sight, finding it a bit humorous.

Suddenly, Cole felt… something in his stomach. It was like an object was moving and doing flips inside his intestines or something. The feeling in his stomach was then followed by a slight burning sensation in his folds as his pelvic muscles suddenly relaxed without prompting.

Cole’s vision swirled, his pupils dilated, and he felt a strong, instinctive urge to lie on his side and just relax.

“My King? Are you alright?” Oz’s voice echoed in Cole’s ears.

Cole barely registered to question, only letting out a faint curse before falling onto his side and allowing his body to do… whatever it was that it needed to do.

Muffled shouts sounded all around Cole, but he didn't pay them any mind. The world around him moved and spun, and Cole suddenly found himself in a different room filled with many glowing orange eggs, the sight of which made him coo happily.

“How many eggs has he laid so far?” Cole heard a feminine voice say.

“Three,” he heard Vertex say.

“Okay, we’ll take it from here…”

Cole moaned in confusion as he regained his senses an hour and a half later. His body was trembling, and his insides and pelvis were unbearably sore. He was also wrapped in a very warm bundle of blankets.

Huh, that's pretty nice.

Cole groaned, fighting the urge to stay down and fall asleep inside the warm bundle. He let out a hiss as he tried to sit up, his body aching in protest.

“It wouldn't be wise to move so soon, my King,” a female voice abruptly said, stopping Cole.

Collapsing back to his side with a cry, Cole looked around to find where the voice came from.

“I'm over here, your Highness,” she said again.

Following the voice, Cole craned his head to see a changeling watching over a large clutch of glowing orange eggs.

Cole instantly felt drawn to the eggs, wanting nothing more than to hold them and keep them close. These, he realized, were his eggs.

“They're all nice and healthy, though one is a little smaller than usual, but it's nothing to worry about,” the nurse said before enveloping all the eggs in her magic.

Carefully levitating the eggs off the ground, the nurse gently placed them next to Cole.

“They're beautiful,” he whispered, as if speaking would disturb the grubs inside.

The nurse smiled, “I would have to agree,” she whispered as well.

In that moment, Cole forgot about everything, his plan to escape, his frustrations about Seraphyx, and his human life which he would never get back. The only thing Cole cared about at that moment was his eggs and how much he was going to love them.

As it turns out, having an insatiable feeling of love and affection for his unborn young would make wanting to escape the Hive very difficult.

Any time Cole would begin his escape plan, he would always find himself backing out at some point because he couldn't handle the thought of leaving his eggs behind.

It was so unbearable that Cole would find himself retreating back to the nursery and cuddling with them, mumbling sweet nothings, and apologizing for almost abandoning them.

But then, Cole had an epiphany. Maybe he was simply feeling this way because he was still female. If he was male again, then perhaps the emotional weight of abandoning the eggs wouldn't be so heavy on his head.

“Please, Vertex? Isn't there something you can do? I don't know how much longer I can stand being like this before I get used to it,” Cole said with a shudder.

“The Queen told me and everyling else that we weren't allowed to take off your inhibitor,” Vertex argued.

“It's just for, like, five seconds! It's not like Seraphyx is gonna find out.”

Vertex shuffled nervously, “I don't know…”

“...Do you think I'm gonna hurt you?”

“...A bit, but that's not the only reason.”

Cole sighed and lowered himself to his belly. Vertex was really putting his acting skills to the test here.

“Listen, can I… I just…” Cole let out a sigh, pausing for a moment to find the right words.

“You don't trust me, don't you?”

Vertex stayed silent, slightly afraid of what speaking his thoughts would bring.

“Yeah, I wouldn't trust me either if I was you.”

Cole paused again, letting his words sink in.

“I know it's a lot for me to ask of you, especially because of how badly I treated you recently. But can you forgive me?”

Vertex's eyes widened, the notion of his King asking for forgiveness instead of the other way around boggling his mind.

“I- Wha- F-Forgiveness for what?” Vertex asked, his mind thrown for a loop.

“Forgiveness for how shittily I've treated you until now?”

“...Why?”

Cole furrowed his brows in confusion, “Because it's a considerate and good thing to do? Because I want to take accountability for my slightly justified yet asshole actions?”

“...The Queen never asks us for forgiveness whenever she does… less than pleasant things.”

“Well, that's just because she's a shitty person who doesn't have a single humble bone in her body.”

Vertex looked at Cole like he just insulted God. Which Cole may as well have in the changeling's eyes.

“Um, o-okay? I forgive you?”

Cole smiled softly, “Thank you.”

The two sat in silence, not knowing what to say next. Cole tried his best to hide how desperate he was. Hoping- Praying for Vertex to have some sort of change in heart or character.

Cole sighed, “Well, now that that's out of the way… What are we doing today?”

Vertex didn't respond immediately, his mind still lost in thought.

Cole felt a spark of hope as he watched Vertex's facial expressions shift slightly from whatever he was thinking about. This was it! It had to be!

“Vertex?”

Vertex looked up to Cole before quickly glancing away. “It'll only take five seconds?” he asked, his voice no higher than a whisper.

“Uh, y-yes! Only five seconds,” Cole said a little too quickly.

Vertex took a deep breath, oblivious to his tone, “O… Okay.”

Cole struggled to hide his excitement as Vertex ignited his horn and bathed the magic inhibitor in an orange glow. Immediately, he felt a surge through his body as his magic returned to him, and without wasting a second, Cole activated his horn.

“I'm so sorry,” Cole mumbled.

“Wha-”

Unfortunately, Vertex would not finish his sentence, as Cole knocked him unconscious by slamming his head into the rocky ground hard enough to leave a noticeable crack.

Immediately after, Cole used his magic to remove the inhibitor around his horn and the collar from his neck before reverting to his male self. However, he stayed the same size so he wouldn't draw too much attention.

As soon as he was done, Cole used his illusionary skills to add a fake inhibitor onto his horn, finishing his disguise.

Looking back at Vertex, Cole thought about what to do with him. He couldn't, in good conscience, leave him in the Hive. Seraphyx would kill him without a second thought once she figured out what he did to help Cole escape.

But, then again, Chrysalis would probably do the same since he was a spy.

Cole sighed, he would just have to find a way to convince Chrysalis to keep Vertex alive. If he even manages to make his way back to Chrysalis without getting caught or lost that is.

Levitating the unconscious changeling onto his back, Cole took a deep breath and began his escape plan for what was hopefully the last time.

“I apologize, your Majesty, but I cannot allow you to pa-” a guard clad in rocky armor yelped as Cole spat slime at his face and dug his stinger into his legs.

“Sleep,” Cole whispered before casting a sleep spell on the guard.

The guard let out muffled shrieks and cries before eventually falling unconscious, his body slumping against the wall and his spear clattering to the floor.

Cole took a deep breath before poking two nose holes into the hardening slime on the guard's face, ensuring that he wouldn't suffocate.

Looking away from the guard, Cole turned his gaze down the long, dark hall that he was guarding. He thought that it led to one of the Hive's entrances as he was beginning to subtly feel the sun's heat through the soil.

Looking back at Vertex who was still unconscious on his back—Cole used a heavy sleep spell a little earlier to keep him out for a while—he returned to his original, larger size before traversing down the dark tunnel.

The tunnel didn't go very far, and Cole bumped into the end after only a minute of walking. Pushing against the rough barrier, Cole unceremoniously spilled out of the other side of a trapdoor, Vertex slipping from his back and landing on the hot sand.

Cole glanced upward, relishing in the heat of the sun's rays as it bathed his entire body. Finally, after so long, Cole was free!

Resettling Vertex on his back, Cole spat some slime on the changeling to keep him secure to his back before picking a random direction that he hoped would lead him to Chrysalis and running as fast as he could.

“Do you think we’re almost there yet?” Cole asked an irritated Vertex.

Vertex grumbled angrily from atop Cole’s back, “If I had known the direction we were going in, then maybe I would know where this river leads too. So, no, I don’t think we’re almost there yet.”

Cole let out an exasperated sigh. He had been following this river for an entire day at this point, and his attempts at remaining optimistic were always stomped by Vertex. Ever since Vertex woke up, it had been nothing but angry grumbles and betrayed rants about how Cole was the worst person ever for doing him dirty like this.

Cole tolerated it, as it was reasonable to be angry if anyone were in Vertex’s situation, but he found it unbearably irritating that Vertex didn’t see that Cole had most likely just saved his life.

“Just how long are you going to stay angry? You do realize it’s not going to change anything, right?” Cole said.

“I’m going to stay angry for as long as I feel like,” Vertex said with a pout.

Cole snorted, “Wow, I didn’t know you were capable of acting like a child.”

“I am not a child.”

“Keep behaving like that and you might as well be.”

Vertex huffed but decided to stay quiet and resign himself to silently grumbling in his mind.

Cole cheered internally at Vertex’s silence, finally getting another moment of peace to figure out how to sever his and Vertex’s link with Seraphyx’s Hivemind. It was something Vertex would no doubt hate, but he, unfortunately, wouldn’t have a choice in the matter. Cole was on the run, and he wouldn’t be taking any risks.

Cole licked his dry lips, maybe a small break to get a drink wouldn’t be too bad.

“Hey, are you thirsty?” he asked Vertex.

“...A bit,” Vertex replied gruffly.

“Okay,” Cole said, approaching the river. “Please don’t do anything stupid.”

Destroying the hardened slime coating Vertex’s body with his magic, Cole allowed the changeling to walk by himself for the first time in hours, something Vertex greatly appreciated if his long, cat-like stretch was saying anything.

“Gods, that felt good,” Vertex moaned as he finished stretching his legs.

“I bet, your body was shaking and everything,” Cole said with a chuckle.

Vertex gave him a stink eye but remained quiet as he approached the flowing river. Cole rolled his eyes in response, surely Vertex can’t keep this attitude going for much longer.

Dipping his mouth into the water, Cole moaned in delight as he felt its coolness work its way down his throat and quench the thirst his body was feeling. Stopping for a moment to breathe, Cole went back to drinking until he was positively full.

Once Cole was done, he lifted his head out of the water and let out a satisfied breath. “Shit, that felt good,” he said with a grin.

“I’d have to agree,” Vertex said with a lick of his lips.

Then the two continued walking, and walking, and walking some more. And when they could no longer walk, they flew as far as their wings would carry them before exhaustion finally took its toll.

Collapsing to the sandy ground, the two rolled over onto their backs to watch as the sun disappeared and allowed the night sky to settle above their heads.

A loud growl suddenly pierced the desert’s silence, and both Cole and Vertex clutched their stomachs, groaning in pain as the lack of food and their relentless exertion over the past day and a half began to present itself to the miserable changelings.

“Oh, I’m so hungry…” Vertex moaned with a grunt of pain.

Cole glanced at Vertex, sharing in the same pain, but probably not as much as Vertex was feeling. Cole felt a twinge of sadness as he watched Vertex toss and turn in the sand, the growling coming from the changeling’s stomach not ceasing for a moment.

Cole’s feeling of hunger quickly turned to concern as he watched Vertex whimper and clutch his unruly stomach, the growling coming from it only growing louder as the seconds passed.

“Vertex? Are… Are you okay?” Cole asked worriedly.

Vertex moaned, “It… It hurts.”

Instantly, Cole was on his legs and holding Vertex in his hooves. Cole anxiously held the hurting changeling against his chest and tried to figure out what was hurting him.

“Vertex! What’s happening!? Talk to me, please!” Cole desperately shouted.

“Hungry… Hungry…!” Vertex said with heavy breaths.

Vertex suddenly let out a scream, his body convulsing violently in Cole’s grasp. The holes scattered across his frame began to ooze thick, orange blood, as deep cracks spiderwebbed out from them. His wings shriveled, curling inward like a wilting flower, their once-sturdy form growing frail and lifeless. Worst of all, his glowing orange eyes flickered and dimmed, as if a flame inside him was being snuffed out.

Cole's breath hitched and sheer panic gripped him as he watched Vertex’s body deteriorate before his very eyes. The once-small cracks around his holes spread rapidly, creeping along his limbs and threatening to encompass his entire body.

Not knowing what else to do, Cole focused on Vertex’s last words and tapped into the love stored in his reserves. Gently prying Vertex’s mouth open with a hoof, he began transferring his own love energy into him.

The effect was instant. The holes in Vertex’s body stopped oozing blood, and the cracks along his chitin ceased their spread, beginning to mend as Cole poured more love into him. Vertex’s eyes flared back to life, their usual vibrant glow returning, while his wilted wings straightened, regaining their strength.

Cole suddenly felt a pair of hooves grip his own tightly. His eyes widened in shock as Vertex desperately drank in as much love as he could before finally closing his mouth and letting out a weak groan.

“V-Vertex? Are you okay?” Cole asked as he continued to cradle Vertex in his hooves.

Vertex didn’t respond, and Cole’s anxiety returned tenfold when he saw his cheeks puffing up. What was happening now!? Did Cole feed him too much love!? Was he gonna throw up or something!?

BUUUURRRRRP!

Cole froze, the sound of Vertex’s burp reverberating and lingering for a good moment. Once it went quiet again, Cole looked down to see Vertex weakly curled up against his chest and struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Vertex?” Cole quietly called with a small shake.

Vertex jolted, his eyes flying open momentarily before tiredly flickering shut again. “Five… More… Minutes…” Vertex muttered before passing out in Cole’s hooves.

Cole stared dumbfounded at the now sleeping changeling, his racing heart coming to a slow and steady rhythm as he slowly calmed down. Clutching Vertex tightly to his body, Cole collapsed on his side again, the cold sand lulling him into a deep sleep.

Rough, and cold.

That’s what Cole felt when he woke up from his deep slumber. Slowly fluttering his eyes open, Cole was shocked to see that he was in some kind of prison cell.

The cell was small, barely five feet wide or long. Cole was lying on a makeshift bed, the thin blanket that was draped over his body doing nothing to ward off the cold. Above Cole was a small clump of cyan slime which illuminated the cell enough for Cole to see somewhat okay.

Sitting up, Cole saw that there were many cyan-enchanted prison bars where the entrance to the cell should’ve been. There was a door, though it had a comically large lock on it, and he didn’t have the key.

Cole collapsed back into his poorly crafted bed with a defeated sigh. Seraphyx had caught them, and the thing he felt attached to his horn must’ve been another magic inhibitor.

Testing his horn out, Cole was unsurprised to see that it could barely form even a dim glow.

“Fuck…” Cole mumbled. “Well, looks like I’m going to have to try and convince Seraphyx to spare Vertex.”

Vertex…

Where was he…?

Cole’s eight eyes widened suddenly, and he shot up from the bed in a panic. The realization that Vertex wasn’t with him sent a wave of anxiety through him, bringing a dangerous question to mind.

Was Vertex already dead?

Rushing up to the bars of his cell, Cole loudly shouted. “Vertex! Vertex, are you here!? Vertex!”

Not hearing a response, Cole gritted his teeth and began to ram his body into the cyan-colored bars. Ignoring how painfully they electrocuted his body, leaving cracks and dark burns on his chitin. Cole continued to ram into them, hoping that they’d fall under his assault.

“Freeze!”

Freezing in place, Cole breathed heavily under the injuries his body sustained. With wild eyes, he looked to see where the voice came from. On the other side of the bars stood three changelings clad in armor and holding spears, but instead of the green or orange he was familiar with, these changelings had a cyan color scheme.

“Back away from the bars!” the changeling in the middle barked at Cole, thrusting his spear in between the bars.

Cole growled loudly, the animalistic sound that came from his throat making the changelings flinch back in surprise.

“Where’s Vertex?” Cole said intimidatingly, glowering at the changeling.

The changelings remained silent, taking a moment to recuperate themselves before pointing their spears at Cole again.

“Get back from the bars!” the same changeling barked again.

“Where is Vertex!?” Cole roared, his worry and anger beginning to cloud his thoughts, threatening to send him into a feral rage.

The middle changeling suddenly thrust his spear at Cole. Seeing the attack coming, Cole sidestepped, caught the spear in his teeth, and whipped his head back. The changeling, yanked forward by the force, stumbled and slammed face-first into the enchanted bars.

The changeling screamed as the electrified bars sent jolts through his body for several agonizing seconds. His squadmates reacted swiftly, however, firing small magical beams from their horns. The attacks struck Cole, forcing him to release the spear from his teeth with a pained cry, and they quickly recovered their injured squadmate and brought him away from the bars.

Quickly recovering from the attacks, Cole approached the bars with a loud chitter, staring hatefully at the other two changelings checking to see if their squadmate was alive.

Suddenly, the sound of multiple hoofsteps echoing through the cell block reached Cole’s ears, and he turned his head to the right to see who was coming.

“What in Tartarus is going on down here?” a deep, female voice questioned.

Instantly, the two changelings tending to their incapacitated squadmate bowed deeply, carefully as not to drop him. Then, the source of the voice came into view, stopping in front of Cole on the other side of his cell bars.

It was a large changeling Queen, noticeably larger than Chrysalis and Seraphyx before her, and almost as big as Cole too. Her thick, light-blue mane cascaded over her right eye with the rest being draped down her neck and reaching her turquoise carapace. Her eyes were a magnificent cerulean color that shone through the dimly lit cell block, vaguely reminding Cole of the sea. Unlike Seraphyx, this Queen had no fangs, and her horn, much like Chrysalis’, was jagged and missing chunks.

Her body was stockier, much like Cole’s, likely due to the added weight of her size. Numerous holes dotted her legs and mane, but surprisingly, she had only two large, translucent wings instead of four like Cole. Both wings were also riddled with holes. Finally, she had a hole-ridden, long, light-blue tail that dragged across the floor at its ends, and a crown with a singular, large cerulean bead.

“Well, well, look who finally decided to wake up,” she said with a playful smile.

“Where’s Vertex?” Cole demanded, his eight eyes narrowed and his stinger twitching in anticipation.

“Oh, my. You’re not even going to introduce yourself? Did anyone ever teach you manners?” the Queen mocked in a domineering tone.

Cole sneered, “My name’s Cole,” he said gruffly.

The Queen tilted her head in amusement. “Coal? Heh, I guess no one was there to teach you manners if you named yourself after a rock.”

Cole glared daggers at the Queen, his pupils shrinking into slits as his frustration peaked. “Where. Is. Vertex?”

The Queen frowned at Cole, her visible eye staring at him with judgment. She sighed before turning her head toward someone outside Cole’s line of sight. “Bring him over.”

The sound of rattling chains reached his ears, and his eyes widened in relief as Vertex was pushed in front of the bars. However, that relief quickly faded when he took in Vertex’s appearance. Heavy iron chains bound his fetlocks, leading up to a tightly secured muzzle. His wings were forced into an uncomfortable angle by metal bars strapped to his barrel, and a magical inhibitor was firmly fastened to his horn.

Both their eyes met, and Cole’s heart broke when he saw and felt the fear in Vertex’s eyes.

“There he is. Perfectly fine without a single scratch on him. Now, how about we have a civilized conversation, hm?” she said before sitting on her haunches behind Vertex and holding him in her hooves.

Vertex flinched at her touch. The way she gently stroked his head made him feel more terrified than comforted. “H-Help…” he whimpered to Cole through the Hivemind.

“I will, Vertex, I will. Just hang in there, okay?” Cole replied.

"Now," the Queen began, "you've introduced yourself, so let me do the same. I am Queen Aurora, leader of this Hive and all my subjects. Now that we have that out of the way, let's start with a simple question—just what in Cerberus’ name were you doing following that river?"

“...Running away,” Cole answered.

“Running away? From Seraphyx? Hah! To think how angry she’ll be if she ever finds out I captured you,” Aurora said with a giggle.

“How did Vertex and I get here? Did some of your changelings lug us all the way to your Hive or something?”

“They mostly safely dragged you both down the river, but yes, they did. You’re lucky you were pretty close to the valley my Hive is in, otherwise, I would’ve just ordered them to let you rot.”

Cole frowned, severely doubting she would have done that. Maybe to Vertex, but she likely would have found a way to transport him safely. If what Chrysalis and Seraphyx had told him was true, he was the first King ever, and that also, unfortunately, made him quite the catch.

“What are you going to do with us?” Cole questioned.

Aurora hummed and put on an exaggerated expression of contemplation. “Hmm, what should I do with you? I’ve never seen a King changeling before…”

“Let me guess,” Cole drawled. “You want me to join your Hive?”

Aurora gasped, squishing her cheeks in faux shock, “That’s exactly what I was just thinking about! How did you ever figure that out?” she asked, tilting her head.

“It wasn’t very hard to put the pieces together.”

“I suppose it wasn’t,” Aurora said with a shrug. “So, what do you say?”

“...Will Vertex be okay?”

Aurora nodded, “As long as it means having your cooperation, then I’ll keep him alive. Though, of course, this also means that he’d have to join the Hivemind as well.”

“What if he doesn’t want to?”

“Then I separate his head from his body.”

Vertex let out a muffled cry, turning around and shaking his head fearfully at Aurora’s cold and casual declaration.

“What? You don’t want to join the Hivemind?” she asked, her horn gaining a cyan aura.

“Hey, hey! Wait a minute!” Cole shouted, worried for Vertex’s safety.

Vertex screamed, nodding desperately as tears began flowing from his eyes.

“You will?” Aurora asked.

Vertex nodded again, “Mhm! Mhm!”

Aurora looked back up to Cole, “Problem solved!” she said with a grin.

Cole felt like his heart was about to burst through his chest, “You’re fucking sick in the head,” he spat.

“It’s how I work,” Aurora replied, unbothered by the insult. “I’ll ask again, what do you say? Do you want to join or do I-”

“Yes! Yes! I’ll join your fucking Hive, just leave Vertex alone!” Cole shouted.

“Good!” Aurora cheered with a little clap of her hooves. “Now, before I let you out, why don’t you turn around and show me that stinger of yours.”

Accepting what was coming, Cole sighed before turning around and raising his stinger for Aurora to see. Cole heard an intake of air, followed by a spitting sound before he suddenly felt something attach to his abdomen. Looking back at his stinger, Cole saw a hardening clump of cyan slime covering it.

“Alright, let’s get you out of there.”

Cole followed behind an increasingly aroused Aurora, her tail flagged upward and shamelessly exposing her succulent folds. Cole stared forward with his newly changed cerulean eyes, already used to this song and dance that he found himself in.

Entering her private chambers and shutting the door behind them, Cole approached the large bed where Aurora so happily put herself up on display, resting her forehooves on the bed while her hind legs stayed standing on the floor. Her folds gushed a nice stream of her juices and winked in a slow, steady rhythm.

Turning her head back to Cole, she gave him a sultry smile, “Come on now, I’m ready whenever you are~”

Feeling his partner beginning to poke out of its sheath from the lewd display, Cole approached Aurora’s delicious backside. With a lick of his lips, Cole bent his head downward and began to drag his tongue along her folds and tight little asshole.

Aurora’s breath hitched and she let out a small moan, “Oh~ I didn’t know you were one for f-foreplay~”

Cole hummed, enjoying the salty and tacky taste of her juices. Cole then pushed his tongue inside her pussy and began swirling it inside her, making Aurora moan in delight. Pulling his tongue back, Cole gave her exposed clit some hard licks, making her shiver, before pulling back entirely.

Rearing back on his hind legs, Cole mounted Aurora, his throbbing hard cock poking and teasing her folds.

Aurora pushed her hips back into his cock, “Come on, big colt. Give it to me~”

Cole obliged, slowly pushing his cock into her folds, stretching her out and making her groan loudly. Hilting himself inside of her, Cole gave Aurora a moment to get used to his size before pulling back to his tip and slamming himself back inside of her. Aurora moaned as Cole began to work himself into a slow rhythm, his hooves digging into her barrel and holding her tightly while his head pressed against her thick mane.

Cole grunted and groaned as he drove his cock deep inside her god-like pussy, her many ridges and nubs caressed his cock, sending unending waves of pleasure through his body. Her velvety softness enveloped him in a warm mix of sucking and squeezing that left Cole wanting more. The dirty sounds of squelching coming from her pussy and her sweet moans drove him deeper into a lustful haze.

But before Cole could lose himself to his lust, he pulled out completely from Aurora’s snug confines, fighting against the desperate sucking and squeezing of her insides that didn’t want to let him go.

Aurora mewled in frustration, “What are you doing? Get back insi- AHH!”

Aurora’s irritated sentence was cut short as Cole suddenly thrust his lubricated cock inside her tight ass, forcefully stretching her unused hole out and making her breathlessly groan and grunt from the unpleasant sensation.

“Shit… so fucking tight!” Cole grunted as he shoved the rest of his cock inside of her, making her moan whorishly.

Once fully inside her, Cole took another moment to let Aurora catch her breath and allow her body to acclimate to his beastly size.

“I bet you weren’t expecting that, huh, sweetheart?” Cole purred in his best sexy-sounding voice.

Pulling back, Cole fought against the intense squeezing of her ass before plowing his cock back inside her, making her yelp and mewl. Working his way through a slow rhythm, Cole began to pick up the pace as she got looser. Aurora began breathing rapidly, clutching her bedsheets tightly as Cole ravaged her inexperienced ass and made her cum buckets.

“Fucking slut. You love this don’t you?” Cole grunted, roughly smacking her ass.

Aurora yelped, “Yes! B-Buck yes!” she screamed into the air.

“Do you want me to cum in you? To fill your ass up till your gushing with my cum?”

“YES!” Aurora howled through an endless stream of moans.

Cole growled, feeling himself reaching climax, “Then take it!” Cole shouted before driving his cock as deep as it could go.

Both of them moaned in unison as Cole reached his orgasm. Aurora’s insides squeezed tighter than before, forcing every drop of seed from his cock and making him tremble all the way down to his hooves. Aurora moaned as she felt his creamy seed fill her ass, making her feel a sensation of fullness.

Reaching the last spurts of his orgasm, Cole let out a deep breath before pulling out of her, his cock softening and retreating into its sheath. He smiled to himself, maybe that would satisfy her for now. He wasn’t looking forward to having to breed yet another clutch of eggs that he probably won’t see hatch.

Unfortunately, Aurora wasn’t satisfied. Calling on her magic, Aurora enveloped Cole in a cyan aura and levitated him over the bed before releasing him on his back.

Climbing on top of the bed, Aurora crawled over Cole and laid on top of him, taking a moment to smell his musky pheromones.

Aurora released her breath shakily before gazing into Cole's eyes. “To think that brat had you all to herself all this time. Never again. There won't ever be a moment where I let you out of my sight,” she said, lovingly caressing Cole's cheek.

Cole shuddered at the implications, hoping that she wasn't serious and that it was just an exaggeration.

Aurora didn't let him dwell on it, as she crawled back in between his hind legs, wrapped her hooves around his sheath, and began coaxing his cock out with her tongue.

Cole moaned sensually, feeling the blood pump back to his cock to make it hard again.

Aurora giggled as she watched his horsemeat slowly expose itself once more, and she wrapped her long tongue around him and began giving him long, slow strokes while she engulfed his tip in her mouth. She swirled, sucked, and squeezed him with her wet mouth, coating him in a viscous layer of saliva and leaving him wanting more.

Acting impulsively, Cole brought a hoof to her head and began bobbing her head up and down. Aurora hummed delightfully, the vibration forcing a moan from Cole's throat. Using her magic, Aurora began to play with his balls, stretching and gently squeezing the heavy baby-makers.

“Fuck… Keep going…” Cole muttered breathlessly.

Aurora grinned before facefucking herself on him, bobbing her head up and down at a relentless pace, adoring the feeling of his cock traveling down her throat over and over again.

Cole's cock began to throb inside her mouth, and Aurora felt her heart race in anticipation. With a loud moan and a tight clutch of the bedsheets, Cole exploded like a fire hydrant. Aurora's eyes widened at the sweet taste of his cum, and she tightened her mouth around him, swallowing as much as she could, and ensuring that not a single drop went to waste.

Feeling his muscles relax, Cole took in many deep breaths as his second orgasm ended. Aurora pulled back and released Cole’s softening cock, savoring the taste of his cum before swallowing the last bits she had in her mouth. Staring directly into Cole’s eyes, Aurora opened her mouth and exposed her tongue, showing him that not a single sticky strand of his seed remained.

“You were delicious,” Aurora said, licking her lips.

Aurora smirked as she moved to straddle Cole. Sitting down on his lower body, she began to grind against Cole’s flaccid cock, her heart skipping a beat as she felt it start getting hard again.

Cole brought his hooves up to her juicy thighs and began rubbing them slowly, feeling the strong muscles hiding under her chitinous exterior. He groaned; if Seraphyx didn’t shatter his pelvis, Aurora sure as hell will.

“I think it’s time for the main event, don’t you~?” Aurora said.

Cole nodded, squeezing her thighs, “Show me what that pussy can do,” he said with a smirk.

Aurora grinned and raised her hips, aimed his cock at her entrance, and slammed herself down. Both of them moaned loudly in unison, though Cole’s was more of pain than pleasure.

Feeling her whole body tremble with pleasure, Aurora placed her two forehooves on top of Cole’s chest before mercilessly riding him into the bed.

Her moans echoed throughout the chamber, rising an octave anytime Cole’s tip rammed into her g-spot. Her pussy shuddered and squeezed around his cock erratically, overloaded with the divine pleasure she was feeling. Aurora smiled drunkenly, her mind trapped in the moment, never wanting it to end.

Cole let out heavy grunts with each of Aurora’s plows into his pelvis, the pain and pleasure washing over him at the same time and confusing his brain. His hooves had moved up to her hips, holding them tightly. Her whorish moans flooded his ears bringing a grin to his face, at least she seemed to be enjoying herself.

Getting an idea, Cole began to time her descents onto his cock; and right as she was about to lift herself up again, he suddenly thrust his hips upward, wrapped his arms around her barrel, and flipped her onto her back.

Aurora let out a surprised cry when she was flipped over, and she held Cole closely once he was on top of her. Both of them stopped and took a moment to gaze into each other’s eyes, captivated by the other’s features.

Slowly, both began to lean forward, and their lips met with fiery desire. The soft smacking of lips could be heard through their heavy breathing. Both changelings felt their hearts race and their bodies heat up as the instinct to breed began to well up in their minds.

Breaking away from the kiss, Cole rested his forehead against hers, tilting his head slightly so as to be mindful of their horns.

“I’m going to pump you full of eggs,” he said, his breath hot and heavy.

Aurora’s breath hitched and she held Cole tighter, “Please…” she murmured, her walls coiling around him.

Cole moaned softly before placing his forehooves on either side of her head, trying to get comfortable in his missionary position. It was a bit awkward due to his quadrupled anatomy, but he made it work.

Feeling another squeeze around his cock, Cole moaned and began to thrust forward, finding a steady rhythm.

Aurora shuddered once Cole began moving again, and she reciprocated his care by gently rubbing his large neck fin. Cole let out a chirp, enjoying the sensation.

The two were quickly lost in the throes of their passion. Every other thought vanished and their worries were scattered to the wind as they focused on this singular moment.

Cole groaned as he felt the oh-so-familiar feeling of tightness in his cock, and he increased his pace, chasing after his orgasm.

Aurora let out shallow breaths, anticipating the upcoming wave of his seed that was soon to flood her womb.

Locking her legs around him, Aurora loudly moaned. “Inside! Please!”

Cole grunted, his pleasure reaching its peak, and with a drawn-out moan, he came.

Both of them cried loudly as a wave of pure euphoria crashed through them. Cole's seed flooded Aurora's womb, painting it white and guaranteeing her pregnancy as his little swimmers immediately found the nearest eggs to fertilize.

Reaching the end of his orgasm, Cole gently laid himself down on top of Aurora and caught his breath. Feeling a spike of lust coming from Aurora, Cole squeaked as he felt her press her lips against his once more.

Oh yeah, they were definitely going to be there for a while.