“See you in the morning!” Waving goodbye as the group left their garden, Sweetie Belle leant back in Spike’s embrace, humming happily. Once the gate was closed, Spike shut the door, turning Sweetie Belle around and giving her a soft kiss. She pulled away and smiled sweetly at him as her horn glowed a faint green, the dragon giving a sharp yelp as something hit his ass, and he looked over his shoulder to see a crop in his wife’s magic. “What was that for?”

“You know what that was for. Now you go clean up, then come to bed.” Spike went in for another kiss, but Sweetie Belle pushed him back and walked away, swaying her hips seductively and teasingly lifting up the bottom of her dress, showing him her tight black panties. Shaking his head clear, Spike moved into the lounge and started to pack the pizza boxes together, then moved them to the kitchen, collecting the glasses afterwards and putting them in the sink. Once he checked the lounge was back to some form of normality, he made his way upstairs, entering the master bedroom and giving a chuckle when he saw the candlelit scene, Sweetie Belle poking her tongue out as she looked around at him. “Stop looking… and join in.”

He stepped forward, Sweetie Belle turning to face him as she slowly crawled towards him over the mattress, her hands reaching for the bottom of his shirt. Spike placed his claws on her shoulders and began to stroke her fur, whilst she started to unbutton his top. He took the time to look over the attire she had changed into. From her shoulders hung a long purple corset with a flowing tail, the cups making her ample chest look even more plump. Covering her supple posterior was a pair of sheer lace panties, matched by the stockings upon her legs.

By the time he returned his gaze to her eyes, Sweetie Belle had loosened his tie and began to slide his shirt down his arms, their lips meeting in a series of soft kisses as she held his arms in place behind his back for a few moments. Taking hold of his bottom lip with her teeth, Sweetie Belle let his shirt fall to the floor, moving to his belt, whilst Spike put his arms around her back and held her close. He felt her hand slide down his trousers and gasped as she gripped his hard length, finally letting his lip free as she gave him a sultry gaze, slowly moving away.

Thanks to his tie being left on, Spike was forced to follow when she took it in her hand, backing her way up to the headboard, where she crossed her legs and spread her arms as her head rolled back to the pillows. He hovered above her for a moment before lowering his head, causing Sweetie Belle to giggle as he kissed her neck, her arms moving to wrap around his back and pull him closer, pinning her to the mattress under his familiar weight.

A small whimper escaped her mouth as one of his claws dropped down and squeezed between her thighs, his palm pressing firmly against her marehood as her hips began to roll against him, and he moved to nibble gently on her ear. Pushing her buttons as much as he could, Spike was more than happy to take it slow, teasing his mare for a bit. There hadn’t been much call for magic between them in the bedroom recently, even their more spicy sessions seemed to go stale, so to see her once more in the mood… even if this was all they would do that night, he was happy.

Even though these thoughts stormed through Spike’s head, he still gave his wife all of his attention as her horn glowed a soft green, the curtains closing the last of the setting sun’s rays out and several candles around the room lighting up. “You’ve gotten better.”

She gave a giggle, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. “Thanks, Spike…” The way she spoke made him pull away a little, his eyes locked with hers, worry clear on Sweetie Belle’s face, and she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I… haven’t been with it so much recently. I know we’ve only been married a while, and I know we’re still young, but… it’s hard, and the feeling came back after seeing Applebloom today.” Spike brought up a claw and wiped away the tears that had started to trickle down, not so much knowing, but feeling the words that needed to be said.

“As long as it takes, I’ll be there with you every step of the way.” Spike leaned forward until his forehead rested just underneath Sweetie Belle’s horn, inching forward so their muzzles touched. “We’ll think of something; I just know it. Listen, we’re going to be in Manehatten for a while. We’ll get another check whilst there, okay?” He saw relief flood her eyes as tears slowly dripped down her cheeks, but he knew they were happy ones this time. Their lips met in a sensual kiss that the young couple had missed for far too long. Spike pulled back a little, leaving Sweetie Belle gasping for breath. “You look tired, Sweets. I’ll let you rest.”

The drake began to roll away, but stopped when the mare’s horn flashed green, and a glance down revealed both his and Sweetie Belle’s crotches were now bare, the unicorn sitting up and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I may look tired, but I’m wi~de aw~ake…” One look into her eyes and he knew what she wanted, and he had taken a vow to do so, making her giggle as he flung himself back at her and pressed her to the mattress, kissing her passionately.

She gave a small moan as she felt his member prodding at her thigh, slowly opening her legs to allow him access, nuzzling his cheek as he entered. She let out a few heavy breaths as missed feelings sent sparks through her body, making her feel more excited than when she got her cutie mark, which in a way the dragon she married help her get. Sweetie Belle moaned and shifted her hips, helping him slip deeper.

He slowly drew back and slid forward again, repeating the process as he kissed her softly, her arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace. A steady increase of speed made her give breathless moans, Spike slipping a hand behind her head to support it as it rolled back, the drake giving a small groan as her walls clamped tightly down on his shaft, eager for his gift. Another step up in pace, Sweetie Belle’s sounds of pleasure louder now, giving Spike a warm feeling now that he could please his mare once more, even if he wasn’t going to last as long as usual.

It seemed to be the same for Sweetie Belle as her arms tensed around his neck and her mouth dropped open with a soundless gasp, just prior to her scream of passion that echoed around the room. Spike couldn’t last anymore, letting out a groan as his tip flared, releasing a lot of pent up sexual frustration. The pair shuddered through their orgasms together for a few moments, before they lay against each other panting, Spike meeting Sweetie Belle’s lips in a soft kiss.

He pulled away and rolled over, the mare followed and laid in the crook of his shoulder, giving a soft sigh. Glancing down, Spike couldn’t help but chuckle at the serene smile upon his wife’s face. She lifted her head up to see what was so funny, to which he readily explained. “Sweetie Belle… I love you.”

“I love you too, Spike.” The couple shared some more soft kisses and then snuggled down next to each other, content to bask in the afterglow of an event they had not experienced all that often recently. “As we have an early start… any leftovers?” Spike gave another chuckle, squeezing the mare of his dreams that he had somehow managed to persuade to marry him.

“Yeah, there’s a few slices left.”

The early morning train from Canterlot rolled to a stop in Ponyville station, the brakes hissing as the air pressure was released, a billowing cloud of steam rising from the front of the engine. The doors opened, the majority of passengers boarding the train bound for Baltimare to conduct later business, several leaving the train. Amongst them was a rather disgruntled stallion, angry at himself for not protecting his mare in the first place, and then upsetting her.

Light hit his eyes as the sun crested the horizon, but that would soon disappear above the edge of the dark gray clouds that loomed from the eastern fields all the way to Dragon Mountain in the west, and from the Everfree Forest in the south to Cloudsdale in the north; basically, he was going to get wet whilst working his farm. Reaching into his bag, the stallion pulled on his raincoat and zipped it up. Hmm, Mac wearing a mac. Macepetion. Chuckling at his own joke, he turned in the opposite direction to Sweet Apple Acres and began walking, his destination somewhere he would rather not go.

By the time he reached Ponyville General Hospital, the rain had started falling, forming small streams that ran along the sides of the town’s paths. He stood under the porch to take his coat off in order to get as little water inside the lobby as he could, slipping in through the door and sighing with relief as the warmth of the building rejuvenated his cold body, which was assisted as a mare suddenly jumped at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Big Mac blinked in surprise, then wrapped his arms around Applejack, offering comfort that only family could in times like these, her coltfriend watching from the seating area. “Yer back early, Mac.”

“Ah had a slight disagreement with Twi, but she’ll come around. How’s Granny been?”

“Slept through most of t’ night. She should be awake now, if ya wanna see her.” Mac stepped back and nodded, waving to Nurse Redheart as he made his way down the corridor, stopping at a door to one of the private rooms. Raising his hand and knocking gently, he slowly opened the door and saw his grandmother sitting up in bed, her frail form shaking as she lifted a spoon to her mouth, her ears giving a small flicker.

“Who’s there? Consarnit, mah eyes ain’t that good! Come closer youngin’.” Mac stepped closer to the bed, placing his hand on the rail as he tried not to lose it in front of the thin mare. The one constant in his life was slowly slipping away, and he didn’t know what he could do to help, if anything. “Oh, mah Maccy. Where’s that princess o’ yours?”

“She’s in Canterlot still, Granny. Royal business.”

“Yer lucked out with that one sonny. Cute little butt, too.” Mac just smiled as Granny Smith continued with her breakfast, a nurse taking her food tray once she was finished, and she settled back down on the mattress. “Ah ain’t got long, Maccy, but Ah’m staying until I can see Bloom’s little one.”

“Ah know, Granny. Ah just don’t… like seeing ya like this.” The mare motioned to the chair next to her, Mac sitting in it and taking her hand. They remained sitting in silence for some time, the stallion refusing to meet her gaze, something the still sharp mare picked up on, but didn’t need to ask about. “Granny… Ah think Ah messed up with Twi.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, the delegates she was hosting… they were from Negihpony. Ah… Ah tried to protect her, tell them the truth, but she wouldn’t listen!”

“An’ what truth is that, huh?”

“That they’re not of Equestria, an’ can’t be trusted!”

“You really believe that, Big Macintosh?”

“Ah… Ah do.” Ever so slowly, Granny Smith removed her hand from his, rolling onto her side so that her back was facing him. Glancing to the door, Big Mac realised that Applejack and Soarin had heard it all, his views now known to those who relied upon him. “Granny…”

“Don’t you call me that. You ain’t no grandson o’ mine, so jus’ leave.” Big Mac worked his jaw a few times, then took a deep breath and stood up, not meeting his sister’s gaze as he walked out of the room, not stopping until he was outside the hospital, where the tears started to fall.

Given what she had tried to do, the former changeling queen was presented with only one option; death of her and all those involved. But she had entered a plea, leading to her current predicament. The whole case showed that Celestia had a lot more laws to change than regarding adultery, and after several long years of searching, the labour of her guards paid off. Shaking the memories of her capture from her head, the changeling tried to pull back, but thanks to the collar that was magically sealed around her neck and the leash attached to it, she was forced to hobble forward.

With rope around her chest and wrists, she couldn’t move much, the one around her knees made her hobble, but at least the one around her waist and running through her crotch brought a small amount of pleasure. To top it all off was a nice big ballgag shoved into her mouth to keep her quiet, all of her restraints coloured in bright pink with the exception of the blue crystal heart motif on the rubber ball to signify her new mistress. “Stop misbehaving, or I’ll give you to my guards!”

She turned her glare filled eyes at the mare guiding her along, directly challenging her decision, an idea that backfired as they stopped walking and several ponies approached, mares and stallions alike. They crowded her, muffled whimpers coming from her mouth as their hands ran over the tattered and tight green top that covered her breasts and over her green panties, in much the same state. “Enough, for now. You can play with her later if she’s naughty.”

The group gave a groan, but backed away, the bound party quickly following her owner through the castle halls, up several flights of stairs, and into a rather large bedroom. She blinked as she took it all in, the mammoth bed, beautifully carved furniture, and the stallion sat at a desk. Her eyes went wide as he turned to look at her with disgust, a large crop held in his hands. “Well well well, look who we have here. Cadance, honey, I hope you didn’t pay too much.”

“Actually, she was free, as were several of her top agents. I believe your sister got the highest ranking male as a coronation present from aunt Tia.”

“I’m still shocked that law existed, and that she would uphold those affected even after abolishing it. Of course, nopony was affected, were they, my dear Chrysalis? Time to serve your new master.” She began to breathe heavily around the gag as Cadance forced her towards the chair, then down to her knees in front of Shining Armour, the stallion with whom she had almost destroyed a nation. He reached up and tapped the gag, the strap magically splitting in two and allowing removal, then lowered his pants. “Well, don’t keep me waiting.”

He grabbed her horn and forced her muzzle down onto his shaft, pushing deep into her mouth, the tip of his cock tickling the back of her throat with more to spare. She whimpered as she felt the crotch rope undone and her panties pulled down, a cold tip pressing against her slit. It slowly pushed in, Cadance’s hands on Chrysalis’ upper arms to keep her in position. She gave a small moan as the shaft slid along her tight walls, then drew back and slammed in hard, Armour using her horn to make her suck him off. Whilst not the most dignified of jobs to have, it meant enough love energy to keep her fed for years. She didn’t need to eat or drink, she didn’t even really need to breath, her body taking what oxygen it needed through her surprisingly soft chitin.

It was well known throughout the changeling race that, even if forced upon them, the energy that flowed from sexual acts was highly nutritious, and where better to get satisfying meals than as a sex slave of the Princess of Love, and her prince? With that thought to push her own, she broke free of Armour’s grip and took over the motions, her reptile-like tongue flicking over his tip.

Muffled moans came from his crotch as Cadance began thrusting hard and fast, the rubber shaft pushing deeper and deeper, whilst Armour’s cock throbbed violently in her mouth. She tried to close her legs, but Cadence had placed hers in position that kept Chrysalis’ spread, whilst the alicorn continued to pound at her from behind.

All of a sudden both ponies pulled out, gagging her once more, and she was stood up. Cadance untied the ropes around Chrysalis’ knees and pulled her panties all the way off, before turning her around. “There you go, my darling, she’s all ready for you.” Chrysalis just frowned but then shrieked as she was pulled down, being impaled by Armour’s rock hard shaft, which was much bigger than she thought. She whimpered as he slid even further in, so much that when she glanced down there was noticeable bulge in her stomach.

Placing his hands on her hips, Shining Armour began to raise and lower Chrysalis, who moaned deeply as the large shaft put pressure on all of her sensitive spots, with Cadance playing with and licking her new toy’s nipples. Things were going well for the changeling queen’s first time use as a sex toy, was interrupted as the stallion’s horn flashed, a scroll forming from a cloud of green smoke. The pink alicorn bent down and unrolled it, giving it a read, and then suddenly pulled on Chrysalis’ lead, taking her from the stallion. “I’m sorry, darling, but we’ll have to hold off on playtime for now. We need to go to Manehatten.”

Whilst Shining Armour calmed down and read the letter, Cadance led Chrysalis to her new quarters, which wasn’t much; in fact, it was a small cage in the corner, so small that the mare wouldn’t even be able to stretch out. Hands working fast, Cadance had Chrysalis’ legs tied once more, forcing the changeling to her knees. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not that cruel to leave you there alone.” She was pushed in and positioned so that her holes were facing the bars, and there was a muffled groan as they were both filled by large toys, which Cadance secured in place with a very tight crotchrope, then turned them on.

“Is she in ‘bed’?”

The alicorn gave a glance at the changeling’s face, whose eyes were scrunched shut from the intense pleasure she was receiving. “Yep, she’s as snug as a bug.” Even Shining Armour groaned at the pun, taking his wife’s hand as they left the room and turned the lights off, leaving Chrysalis alone and vexingly horny… but at least she had something to occupy her time. And who knows? Maybe the guards would have permission to play with her!

After a day spent in Canterlot with friends and family, and a long train ride, a group of ponies stood in the central part of Manehatten, a large and open park, the green clashing with the greys and reds of the building that surrounded it. The five mares and two stallions that formed most of the elder group went straight to the hotel and took all of the luggage with them. Spike and Sweetie Belle had personal business to attend, so went off to do that, whilst Rumble took Applebloom decided to get something to eat, as the train food hadn’t sat well with either her or their foal.

This left Pipsqueak, Scootaloo and Boreal Spear to head to the stadium that would house the Equestria Games, where Arctic Halberd had already gone to earlier that day. The young pegasus mare had an inclination as to why this was, especially after seeing the two dejected mares that joined them on the train, but he would not speak to her, or anypony else for that matter. So deep in thought was she that she narrowly missed crashing into another pony, Pip pulling her out of the way just in time. “Miss Scootaloo, you certainly haven’t slowed down from rushing everywhere, like you did several years ago.” She recognised the voice, and after blinking a few times, gave a sheepish smile to the mare in front of her.

“Sorry, Ms Harshwhinny. I’m just excited to be here once more!”

“Yes, well, we can’t have a princess waving a flag now can we?” Movement behind her legs made them all look down, where they saw the face of a young unicorn colt peering back up at them, holding onto the elder mare’s legs. “Ah, yes. Come on, introduce yourself to the princess.” The little colt moved around to Harshwhinny’s front, then gave a small bow, making Scootaloo giggle.

“I-I’m Brushed Honour, your majesty. You’re, um, really pretty.” The colt’s words sent fire to Scootaloo’s cheeks, but fortune seemed to be smiling down at her as her coltfriend waved to somepony in the crowd.

“Hey Stone, been a while!” For some reason, Harshwhinny’s eyes went wide, and Scootaloo thought she could see a hint of fear in them. She couldn’t quite see the pony heading towards them through the small crowd, but if Pip knew them, then they must be alright, so she gave him a wave, which was politely returned… even if she did notice his gaze was firmly on the earth pony mare’s rump.

“Yes, well, Memories travel a lot; I won’t be able to retire for a while yet,” was the reply to Pip, along with a chuckle. Pip and Scootaloo looked between him and Harshwhinny, a small spark of curiosity visible in their eyes, as she finally turned to face him.

“Crimson Stone, of the Order of Memories,” she said as she turned, in a voice that made the stallion, now named, show signs of recognition. “It’s been a while.” He stepped forward a little, then stopped as he seemed to look over her figure, which for a mother, was still in pretty good shape.

“It’s good to see you again, Bridle.” Pipsqueak and Scootaloo just mouthed the name at each other as Crimson stepped closer and wrapped her in a surprisingly loving embrace. Motion below them drew the stallion’s attention, where he noticed the colt, who seemed to be about three or four years old. It was then the connection was made as Scootaloo noticed Crimson Stone was also a unicorn, the colt’s mane a shade or two darker and his coat matching Ms Harshwhinny’s.

Seeing some apprehension from the stallion, Harshwhinny embraced him like an old friend, but beckoned the foal closer. She knelt down to his height, and pulled Crimson with her, so the three of them were on equal ground. “Crimson, this is Brushed Honour, your son.”

“I knew there was something bugging you, Mac, but I didn’t expect this. Come on, I’m going to show you something not a lot of Equestrians know.” The farm pony looked up from where he sat on the couch, a place he hadn’t moved from much in two days. Stood in the doorway to the lounge was his sister’s coltfriend, an unreadable expression on his face. Soarin approached Mac and dragged him up, pushing him out of the room. “Come on, you need to pack for at least five day’s journey.”

“But what about mah farm?”

"You haven't been helping it too much with your drinking the past few days. There’s plenty of ponies that will lend a hand. Now get packing!” The stallion did as instructed, and soon he had two cases ready to go. He followed Soarin out to the back of the farm, where the pegasus had tethered the small airship he was utilizing. It didn’t take long to make ready for travel, and soon they were flying to the east, seemingly on a direct path to Canterlot, something Soarin saw Mac had noticed. “Oh no, we’re not going there.”

“Then where are we goin’?”

“Neighpon. And don’t even think about bailing out. From this height, you’ll die. So sit back and enjoy the ride.” A old feeling welled up in Big Macintosh, one he hadn’t felt since he was a colt; fear of the unknown. He also felt angry, at Soarin for tricking him into this and at himself for falling for it. “You know, Neighpon is nice this time of year. Perhaps you’ll be able to meet my parents.”

Author's Notes:

Firstly, Chrysalis and the changelings. In this one, when a changeling leader was defeated, they became the sex slave for their successor, and it didn't matter what sex the new leader was. Now, you all remember the confrontation between Thunderlane and Boreal Spear, right? Where Celestia had to change an age old law in order to save a life? Here, another law was abolished, but only after the judgement was passed; as it says in the story, Chrysalis and her kind would have been put to death, so this was her way of saving them.

Secondly, yeah, I went there with Sweetie Belle and Spike. Will they ever have a foal? Maybe. One of their own? Maybe. You'll just have to wait. One pony is this story will be infertile. Start speculating now.

Thirdly... Soarin. How many of you saw that coming, huh?

Any issues that have arose with this chapter, I ask you to please be patient. There are plans in place.

Edit; I forgot to link this last time.