“Is it comfortable to recline upon yourself in that manner?” Luna asks.

Chrysalis glances up at her, chin propped on her palm, staring flatly, and she mutters back, “What does it matter to you?”

The mare breathes a sigh through her nostrils and shrugs. “Very little, other than that I should hope you are treating yourself in a way that is appropriate.”

She grumbles into her hands. “If I’m going to be stuck like this then the least I can do is find the avenue of least resistance.” Lying facedown upon the mattress of her bosom is far less strenuous than any other form of repose she could choose when the black globes approach these proportions. Utterly immense, like boulders strapped to her chest, their combined girth eclipsing her height, yet not quite so large that they spill onto the ground, even while sitting down. Thus it is easiest for her to simply rest upon them, which is handy since she certainly needs to rest after hauling them around. Her heart thumps loudly in her chest, sending dull ripples through the gelatinous flesh.

“Well, I hope you are prepared to get back on your hooves before your bed deflates,” Luna remarks while she organizes the contents of her desk, littered with papers alongside two pizza boxes and Chrysalis’s payment jar. She sorts through the forms that document this week’s check-in while reaching for a pink crystal that fits in the palm of her hand, and she asks “You are certain that this is how much you wish to offload?”

Chrysalis’s green eyes flick away and she mumbles under her breath.

“Can you repeat that?”

“Yes, I am certain,” she mutters.

Luna flashes a thin smirk along her muzzle.

Chrysalis growls and glowers back.

“There is no need to be ashamed in having a little vice,” Luna says while holding up the crystal. “Though I suppose this is hardly a little in your case.”

“Can we please just get on with this?”

A click of her tongue. “Goodness, so impatient.”

Chrysalis heaves herself back onto her hooves with a strained grunt. She holds her arms underneath her breasts, hefting them up for additional support, but this can still only improve the situation so much as the fleshy avalanches spill out of her grasp. To one standing in front of her, such as Luna, all view of her body beneath the shoulders is completely obliterated by the smooth black mountains, huge green nipples at their far ends. She grits her teeth, trembling, but she knows that this won’t take long.

She knows, deep down, as much as she wants to think every time that Luna will decide to betray her and refuse to perform the siphoning operation for some arbitrary reason.

The alicorn holds up the crystal, and it resonates with the inhibitor ring affixed to Chrysalis’s horn. These devices primarily serve to block a pony’s magic, but this one is designed in a particular way to enable the draining of excess magic, and a changeling who passively absorbs ambient love has a lot of that. The sensation always prompts her to clench up, tugging on her horn and her brain, but it’s worth the relief that comes with it. The pressure which suffuses her, particularly within her chest, gradually lessens, seeping out of her. The weight which pulls on her and fills her arm diminishes bit by bit, her breasts shrinking and receding into her.

When it’s over, the crystal in Luna’s hand glows, pulsing with a pink light, and Chrysalis is far less oppressively buxom. Still quite absurdly buxom, though, breasts that jut ahead of her and overflow the span of her arms and cover her torso. She breathes a quiet sigh and holds them gently to herself, their warmth seeping into her.

“You know,” Luna then says, putting down the crystal so she can flip through the papers again, “Ocellus was kind enough to provide me with an analysis of your growth over time. Your peaks have been getting higher and higher at each check-in.”

“I don’t need some data-obsessed sycophant to tell me what’s happening to my own body,” Chrysalis grumbles acerbically.

“But what do you suppose the reason is?” Luna exaggeratedly strokes her chin as if in thought. “Could it be that Ponyville is growing accustomed to you? They are no longer so afraid that they cannot help expressing their lust for you?”

“I would say that you are projecting, Princess,” she says with a sneer that is almost more playful than derisive.

Luna grins coyly back from beneath the starry shroud surrounding her visage. Nothing she could do would hide the love that exudes from her. She hasn’t changed because she grew more accustomed to Chrysalis’s presence; she decided that there was no point in hiding when it became apparent that the changeling could taste her feelings. “Well, if you have a greater starting baseline, you are going to hit that peak a lot sooner,” she says while she sidles closer, leaning into the cushy black flesh that envelops her thinner body.

“I’m aware,” Chrysalis snaps back, and she turns her torso, pushing into Luna, but the mare doesn’t outwardly show any strain or exertion in meeting this force.

Luna chortles at her and smirks.

Author's Note

Originally written 2/12/25

The comparisons to Method Acting finally come full circle.

Hmm gee I wonder if there have been any other scenes written about Luna and delivery Chrysalis.

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