The Erotic Life of the Smallest Changeling

Contains: micro, bath, suggestive

Chrysalis levitated Alex into the air and made her way to the bathroom. Like the living room, the walls were carved from solid black rock. The tub was like a small pool and the nozzle was shaped like a changeling's head, with the ears acting as knobs and the mouth as the spout. Chrysalis left Alex on a shelf high above the floor next to a bar of dry soap so she could focus on filling the bath. She liked to believe that it was a delicate operation. Gently, she approached the first set of faucets and turned them both on full blast, but water came gushing from two additional faucets spread evenly across the bath as well. Alex thought that was fascinating, three faucets being connected by some unseen mechanic. With such a cool trick the huge bathtub would be full in record time. It was around that point he also realized that the entire room was devoted to the bath which stretched all the way to the wall. There was no sink, no toilet, and no shower present.

A crown suddenly plopped down behind Alex and made him jump. Looking at the offending object more closely, he picked up a few quick details: it was twice as tall as he was and had three greenish-blue orbs perched on the top. He wasn't sure what to make of the deformed crown. Whoever created it didn't care about normalcy, that was for sure. He turned around and watched Chrysalis test the water as it neared the brim. She shook off her hoof a little and turned the cold nozzle down. The water was too cool for her liking apparently. The Changeling Queen scowled as she waited for the water to warm as though it usually went faster than this. While she worked, Alex snuck to the edge of the shelf and looked down. From his perspective, the floor was a hundred feet below and there was no way he could survive a fall that far. So he backed away and sat down dejectedly, not knowing what to do except wait.

While he did so, steam rose off the surface of the water and wafted into view. Alex was actually afraid he'd be cooked like a lobster if he went into water that hot. But Chrysalis wasn't quite as worried when she literally jumped in and splashed her way to the center of the bath, sending great tidal waves cascading towards the walls. She closed her eyes and let the water soak into her skin as she lowered her body into the steaming liquid. She shuttered with pleasure. Chrysalis then moved in reverse, until her backside brushed the wall before she sat down like a dog. Sliding her underside forward while her shoulders stayed pressed against the wall, Chrysalis eventually ended up on her back, lazing like a human would. Then she drifted below the surface until her mouth went underwater.

Alex was beginning to wonder if there was really a reason for him to be here. Chrysalis was just enjoying herself while he sat here like a lump and stared on. Below, Chrysalis reached into a cubby well out of Alex's view and produced a bottle. She turned it over and began squirting a pink goo into the water. Using her magic, that Alex was still trying to figure out, the water became a whirlpool and soapy bubbles began to pile up in towers of suds that would have blocked an enter city street back home. To Alex, it was like watching an entire lake be filled with soap and then stirred in less than a minute! It was so amazing in fact, that Alex completely zoned out. That is until he was suddenly thrust back into reality when Chrysalis grabbed him with her telekinesis and threw him into the water below.

So abruptly shaken from his own thoughts, Alex screamed as he splashed down. Luckily, he had been a fine swimmer and had converted his free-fall into a dive at the last second. The water was warm, but luckily not boiling hot as he expected it to be. He rushed to the surface and took in a great breath of air, quickly adopting a doggy paddle. Chrysalis held a hoof to her lips as she laughed at him. "You are so funny. Were you not paying attention?" she asked teasingly. Alex winced at the criticism.

"Are you ready to work now?" she asked, but didn't give him enough time to form a reply. "You'll need this washcloth and some soap. Scrub my back, not my wings." With that, she turned sideways and revealed a chip of a soap bar and a green rag already on her back waiting for him to get started.

Alex made his way over to her as she slouched slightly, making it easier for him to climb. Even with the help, it was still a difficult accent with her fur wet. As soon as he was up, Chrysalis promptly stood and almost made him lose his footing. The rise had only been three or so feet to him, but the speed of the movement was startling. After steadying himself, Alex picked up the thin rag and soap chip and made his way to the back of Chrysalis's neck, figuring he'd work his way down to her butt. Again he blushed at the thought of scrubbing her. He shook his head to purge it of unneeded thoughts and got to work.

Alex wrapped the soap in the washcloth and spun it around within its prison. Chrysalis had her head turned just enough that she could watch him work and even she was curious what he was doing. It was a trick he'd learned as a kid: you wrap the soap in a washcloth and spin it or rub it, then you remove the soap and the washcloth will be left covered in suds you can use instead of the soap for a while without having to worry about dropping it. Putting the soap chunk down close by, Alex began wiping down the back of his new queen's neck, moving from left to right and front to back. Whenever he completed a row and moved down a little, he'd re-perform his washcloth trick. While he was busy re-soaping the washcloth Chrysalis, surprisingly, would work with him and rinse off the treated area. It went that way for a few minutes, until he got to her wings.

Chrysalis popped them up as soon as he got near them, but when he looked to her face for an explanation, she merely gave him a hateful glare. Alex lowered his head and cleaned the space between her wings without question after that. Her expression softened and she turned her attention away from him until he was at her lower hindquarters.

Alex's legs were cramping up and he really needed a break. He was tired and huffing as Chrysalis looked her back over with a satisfied gleam. "Are you tired? Did my royal back consume all your energy?" she asked sympathetically. Alex nodded slowly. "Too bad, I have another job for you to complete before I put you away for the night." Alex couldn't help but wonder what had happened to that chunk of soap as she moved to the edge of the tub.

Setting him down on, Chrysalis then pulled out a toothbrush with a black handle and green bristles.It looked brand new. She promptly shoved the over-sized brush into his hooves and made him stumble. It was like holding a 20 pound weight on the end of a 10 foot stick and Alex wasn't the strongest guy around. As he struggled to hold the thing, Chrysalis lowered her head and gave him a wicked smile.

"My fangs need special attention," she hummed. Her two large canines were on clear display, but they didn't look like they needed cleaning to Alex. He knew better than to tell Chrysalis it was a waste of time however, and opted instead to at least look like he was working hard. The fact that those teeth were just longer than his head and he had to brush them with something he could have used as a jousting lance was not lost on him.

His arms shook violently from the strain as he tried to brush her fangs. He wouldn't last very long and he prayed he'd be able to give his master the feeling of cleanliness soon. Chrysalis closed her eyes and let the sound of the bristles at work fill her head as she sighed in relaxation. The gust knocked an exhausted Alex to the ground and the brush fell across his chest. Her eyes popped open when she realized the sound of the brush had stopped and her gaze fixed on Alex as he struggled to stand up again.

"Are my fangs clean yet?" Chrysalis asked threateningly.

"Y-y-yes ma'am!" Alex quickly answered, knowing it was true before he even started.

Chrysalis smiled, "good work my Personal Attendant." She lifted her head away from him. "I think you'll do fine. What is your name?" Her friendly demeanor did not make up for the way she towered over him.

"A-Alex, my queen," he did a quick bow as he put the brush down with the bristles facing skyward.

"You have passed your first day of work. I assure you, the days to come will be far more... interesting," she said with a dark smirk. "Now! Time for us to go to bed... I wonder where I'll have you sleep."