Chapter twenty one

Chrysalis cracks open yet another book from her shelf in the humble abode that she calls home, for now. Although the other changelings have built their huts and tents by hoof more than anything. The queen has more than the magical ability to build what she wanted with nothing more than the cast of her horn.

Having looked through many of the books that her spies have brought back from Canterlot, trying to find a location to the Tree of Harmony. It’s needless to say that the monarch is getting rather flustered by the fact that nothing has been found, yet.

“Oh, buck it!” she screams out, throwing the book in to the wall causing it to split along the spine. “Why must it be so hard to find something as simple as a blasted tree?!”

The queen rubs her temples as a migraine brings itself upon her. Suddenly though there is a knock at the door, though it’s more of a single loud bang that doesn’t seem to help her growing head pains. “Who is it?! This better be good!” the queen yells not even looking up as she rests her head as the door creaks open.

“You could say that it’s hard to find because of what it contains,” she hears now looking up from her fore hooves, seeing King Sombra walking in to the room with the book she threw floating next to him. “Then again it could be difficult simply to annoy somepony the likes of you.”

“Ah…” she shakes her head to try and get her senses straight, “Well it’s mildly comforting to know that I’m not the only one that came up empty hooved…” the queen points out the fact that he has no article indicating his success.

Sombra rolls his eyes, putting the book back down next to her pile. “You have me there, Queen. Though I hope you weren’t expecting me to drag the tree behind me… how did you get all the books anyway?”

“Well, King…” she remarks sarcastically just as he did, “I have been getting material from my spies in Canterlot. I ordered them to bring anything pertaining to the elements, or even for that matter recent records of events. Although none of them have been able to find a thing that would be useful,” she frowns before pounding her hoof to the ground in irritation. Knowing that this is not going to get her anywhere though, she takes a few deep breaths before continuing, “I always was taught when younger that ‘if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.’ So it looks like I’m still getting back in the game,” Chrysalis snickers at him.

Soon only to watch a discerning look come over his face as she puts it off for some comfort. Chrysalis plops down on the rug in the middle of her floor, propping her head up on a pillow with her hind puckered up in the air as her body relaxes itself to let out some stress of the day and give her mind something to rest on. Not even realizing the positioning of herself that now the king can see, “I know that face by now,” she remarks over her shoulder, “What is it?”

“Hmm I’m still trying to picture you younger…” Sombra starts to grin, bantering with her. Picturing a younger, teenage Chrysalis posed before him lying on the soft rug ready to for the taking by a hungry stallion, “… and by the way, I like what I see,” he winks.

“Oh grow up, pervert… I could have killed you myself back then if you tried anything…” she teases back, trying to hide the blood rushing to her face from her slight mishap on positioning at the moment. Lightening the mood in the room helps the pain in her head, even if it means dancing with the dark unicorn there with her. Levitating out a bottle of shine and two glasses from the cabinet. To help with her head of course, “besides I would have been too much for you to handle anyway,” Chrysalis rolls her eyes towards Sombra, with a mischievous grin on her face.

A few memories of the past flowing through her head from days gone by in her youth as a young mare, not much has changed in forms of appearance with her. And she already knows that half of her subjects would love to give her a good rutting if they could. Though none of them would have the courage to do so after seeing her in the ring with a few of them… watching the mare kick the crap out of her subjects would hamper any colt’s sex drive to some extent. Though when it comes to sex drive, Chrysalis can see that the kings own hasn’t faltered, especially as his cheeks flare up at a few more images of the youthful queen prancing through his mind. Taking the moment to laugh a bit with herself, much to the king’s demise, the queen in the room pours a glass out for herself and Sombra as she passes the latter out to him.

“I’ll have you know that in my youth I still was able to over throw an entire empire. So a little petite mare like you would be nothing,” he points out to her, while taking the glass. Returning the same grin as he takes a seat across from her, “and on the other hoof… having the status of a tyrant among the ponies does attract quite a few mares my way as they look for a way… out, of enslavement.”

“Then again being dead can put a damper on your game…” she takes a sip while relishing in her comeback.

“So can being thrown from Canterlot, and being the only changeling that has your sheer stature doesn’t help…” he throws back at her. Watching her choke on the drink after his comment.

“It’s not my fault the colts don’t usually live long enough to reach my height! Most of them are too stupid to keep from fighting with one another when they don’t have a leader to look to,” she snaps at him. Crossing her fore arms as she floats the glass up taking now a swig to compensate for the amount that she coughed up nearly in to her sinuses. “Besides…” she pauses from the burn in her throat, “For now there are other matters to take care of. It’s been a while sense I’ve gone out and done this myself,” the queen thinks back. The last time she took matters in to her own hooves was when she tried to over throw Canterlot at the wedding. Though there is a crucial fact that she doesn’t know just yet, “though I still have my own knowledge of Canterlot castle from my experience. So it shouldn’t be hard to sneak about and look around…”

“Well… about that…” Sombra scratches the back of his head. Pausing to take a drink of the beverage, seeing as after this she may try to smash it over top his head, “It would seem that during my visit to the Crystal Empire. One of the changelings that was impersonating a guard was found out by another. Apparently he didn’t do his homework when it came to basic family information…” he explains to her while using his hoof to talk as he waves it around in the air. Chrysalis and he still sharing a drink with one another as he continues, the queen watching him with a hidden smile as she sees it all falling in to place, “…as a fight between him and the guards persisted, it eventually lead to him committing suicide, probably to prevent him from being questioned.”

“My soldiers may not be that bright, on occasions that is…” she points out. Remembering the instances where the troops under her have shinned in their own right. They both down the last of their drinks as she brings out the bottle to refill hers, passing it off to him to do the same, “…but they are loyal to no end. Especially when it comes to protecting not only their brethren, but their queen in particular.”

“That I have seen,” Sombra fills his own glass, somewhat thankful that she doesn’t try to take it out on him like he expected, “… then again the fact still remains that you may have a problem. They know there are spies in the empire… it’s not too far off for them to start looking in Canterlot itself. Not with the history that you had there.”

“I see your point… but then again I am good at what I do none the less,” the Queen remarks before she takes note of the part of a belt wrapped around his leg as he leans back a bit more. As subtle as the king tries to be, he can’t hide the fact that he is taking pressure off of the hoof itself. Knowing that it doesn’t go with the armor set either, she knows something is up, “although I’m going to ask about that there on your leg.”

Sombra looks down at the wound and quickly covers it up with his other hoof, now feeling the sting brought back that he had put out of his mind, as the king tries to play it off, lying through his teeth. “Oh… that’s just a little trophy from a guard that I had to kill. He saw me as I was about to leave, and I’m not one who likes to let loose ends go,” he tips his head down towards her hiding his cards and the pain that is felt in his head, “Besides if the body is found then the spy that was killed can be blamed, or they will look for another in the castle… never the less, no pony knows that I, or you for that matter, have returned to Equestria for some fun,” he holds his glass out to her.

“That they don’t…” she toasts with him, slightly squinting her eyes at him, “… so, a trophy eh?”

“That’s right… I don’t take them often but when I do I like to make it small so I can have more,” Sombra bullshits her constantly, playing it off so coolly that any other would be oblivious to the truth behind the belt.

Though the queen isn’t like any other for that matter, having lied for the better part of her life. All she does is raise an eye brow to him and tosses some of her alcohol on the same hoof that has the belt. Watching it land she can see the cringe on his face as it seeps behind the plates and on to the wound, the high proof of the drink doing its work as it burns the still fairly fresh injury, causing it to produce some fresh blood from its sensitive edges. The red liquid now running itself down and along his hoof in to the open as the king still tries to maintain the same face, though failing rather spectacularly.

“So… a trophy,” Chrysalis says looking at the fresh blood dripping down and on to her floor. Snapping her tongue against the roof of her mouth, “Tis, tis, tis… Do you have any idea how full of shit you are?”

“Just the right amount…” he answers without missing a beat once he realizes that he isn’t getting out of this one, “It’s nothing more than a little scratch, harmless… besides I patched it up just fine.”

“You’ll cut off the circulation of your whole leg.”

“That’s beside the point.”

“Awe…” Chrysalis props her head up on one hoof “does the poor king need me to put a bandage on his wittle hoofy woofy?” she purses her lips together, raising the pitch in her tone as if talking to a young foal.

“Does the queen need me to put a hind hoof up her back side?” Sombra answers flatly. Belittling her in her attempt to insult him.

“I can think of something else that you could do with my back side,” she winks at him, drawing a redder and redder expression from him as a result. Also getting more frustration to come along with it.

“That’s not fare!” Sombra yells as he feels the heart in his chest beat faster and faster the more he thinks about bending her over on the rug, ‘after all she has already placed herself rather perfectly,’ Doing a mental slap to the face though, “Pulling the flirty card is just low.”

“If you insist…” Chrysalis rolls her eyes, even though she knows that as much as he may get disgruntled with such play. She can see it in his face that when she pulls it, the king underneath all the scrutiny does like it… to some extent, “though I know what else can get that-”

“Don’t you bucking say it,” Sombra points a hoof at her, causing the queen to close her mouth.

Chrysalis sits there quietly for a few seconds as she crosses her hind legs, one over the other and puts a hoof over her mouth as she tries to fight back the urge to laugh at the king. Even going to the point of biting down on her hoof with her fangs as they dig in to the carnitine. Having another here to argue back and forth with is continuing to be more fun than she expected. ‘I may have to keep him around after I do my business with Equestria…that is if we don’t kill one another first,’ the queen continues to hold in her comments and hoots. Shaking away from the thought at first, seeing as they more than likely will kill one another sooner or later.

She starts to bite down on her lip trying to speak, “Let me… see your hoof…” she says between snickers.

“Why?” Sombra asks the obvious as he thinks about it more, although he wouldn’t expect such a thing from her. Chrysalis gets up from her seat for a second and rummages through a trunk that she keeps, pulling out a sack with a red cross on it. Getting even another quizative look from the king as she sits down across from him a little closer than before and grabs his hoof from him.

The look on his face turns sour yet again as she pulls the armor plates off, “oh don’t be a foal… it’s only a flesh wound, simple through and through,” the queen antagonizes him while examining what she has to work with.

“What are you a doctor or something?” he pesters her.

“I’ve done my fair share of fighting in the past… to which I had to fix myself probably more than I would like to admit…” she cringes, remembering the numerous times she has come close to the edge of life and death with only a single breath being the difference between the two.

“Or you could not get hit,” the comment slips by before he realizes what he just said. Almost wishing he could reach out with his horn and grab the comment and shove it back down his throat before it reaches the mare’s ears. Though this is something that one can’t do. Getting only a glare from her as a result for the fumble. Chrysalis takes out more sterilizing ointment from the bag and applies it rather generously, watching Sombra bite down on his teeth as it stings more than the previous dose of alcohol did after seeping in to the wound.

“Oh I’m sorry did that sting?” she snickers, knowing the answer all too well just from the expression on his face.

“Go to Tartarus…” the king mutters under his breath as he gets used to the burn already, “Don’t you know a healing spell of some sort?”

“Meh…” the queen shrugs her shoulders while getting out a bandage wrap and putting it around the wound to hold it on and close it off from infection, “Only issue is that those take time and energy, when I can fix this faster with my hooves tied behind my back.”

Sombra starts to chuckle to himself, “now that you mention it, I do like them bound. Just not gagged.”

“So you can handle them?” she sarcastically asks.

“So they can scream… but not run,” he starts to chuckle almost like a sociopath.

Chrysalis looks at him as she finishes up on his hoof, almost admiring the sick twisted nature of him. Then again though he is doing much the same as he looks at her. Letting go of his limb and checking over her work, the queen is duly impressed with her hoof work. Now the healing process can begin properly. Even Sombra manages to hold his tongue for a moment to appreciate the job.

“Well I’ll be… nice work… for a queen that is,” he snickers to fall back in to the usual routine of bantering back and forth with one another.

In response the changeling leader just looks at him and bites down on her teeth, “it’s a shame. I was expecting more out of the once ruler of the Crystal Empire, considering you are wincing nonstop as if a foal just from some rubbing alcohol…” she answers putting the medical supplies away.

“And I would have survived just fine if you didn’t take any notice of the injury.”

“What if you got in another fight, and because of your hoof you lost because you couldn’t contest as well as you may need?” Chrysalis points out after sitting back and getting another drink. The effects of the previous glasses finally starting to seep in to her system.

“Then as far as I’m concerned I’ll just have to kill them even faster,” The king shrugs his shoulders.

“Or you could just quit finding an excuse and accept the help…” she follows up with. “Considering as much as I may despise you from time to time, working together is the only thing that will probably keep us alive long enough to kill those that did this to us. In the most humiliating way possible… so although it tastes like vinegar to say, I need you.”

A wicked grin plasters itself on the king as he hears those last words, “So the powerful queen of the changelings needs my help to rid Equestria of those ponies?”

“And the great king of the Crystal Empire, or my bad,” she purposefully corrects herself, “the once king… needs my help as well. Considering what happened the last time you went out to play on your own. You know? The whole dying bit…if it wasn’t for the new armor that I gave you, you probably would have lost your hoof. Considering your old suit couldn’t protect you from-”

At that moment though, with a sucker punch to his image soon to come and a reminder of his failure. Sombra kicks one hoof out in to her calf, and as she winces over from the hit he grabs her head and pins her against the ground. Holding his mouth close to her ear as he whispers, “I can more then take you now, never… ever, insult my image,” he says kneeing her in the side. The sudden move of aggression registering perfectly in her mind, and her ribs.

Though he doesn’t count on the queen bringing up her own hoof to block it as he goes in for another hit, and now lifting him off the ground and dropping him on the floor as they flip rolls. “And don’t underestimate me when it comes to horse play,” she whispers while on top.

“Was that a pun against our species?” he picks up on, grinning at her.

“Not really… but then again,” she brings a hoof up in to his side and cracks in to the side of the armor.

Having enough force to make him still feel it through the suit, Sombra blocks the second strike after recovering quickly and lifts her up and over him and kicking her in to the wall as they start to go back and forth. Slipping down the side of her cottage in the cave, and landing on her head upside down. The queen of the changelings sees the inverted image of Sombra there leaping towards her. Moving out of the way just in time to watch him hit and crack the wall as it splits up the middle. Chrysalis uses her wings to come up on all fours quickly as he pulls his hooves from the wall. “Oh now you made me dent the armor…” Sombra snickers, as she rubs her own hoofs together waiting for him.

“Awe well that’s too bad now isn’t it?” Chrysalis taunts him back, recalling her previous thoughts about this matter. It seems sooner rather than later now, “I knew it wasn’t going to be long before we were at one another’s throats… again.”

“Took longer than I imagined, actually.”

At that second though, after his miss that hit the wall. The guards standing outside of the home creak open the door to check on their leader. “My queen… is everything alright?” the young changeling guard asks her, using the majority of the door as a shield.

“Oh we are just…fine…” she winks at Sombra, “just a friendly discussion on our next move,” she uses her magic to close the door so she can get back to her little fun.

“A friendly discussion? And you said I was the one full of it,” he rolls his eyes at the queen across from him.

The queen chuckles to herself as she silently raises several books off the shelf behind him with her magic. Without him being able to dodge or brace for the hit, the first book beats him in the back of the head, causing the king to stumble as he takes note of her trick behind him.

“Being dead can really cut back on your reading time,” she says just loud enough for him to hear, so as not to draw the guards in again, “Oh, here this is a good one,” she shoots a few more at the king. One manages to smack him in the face while the other close in fast. After a second to see the incoming projectile literature. Sombra, with a flick of his horn, brings out the sword on his side and dices the rest to nothing but pages in the air as they drift down.

Though as his back is turned, he’s tackled and pinned to the floor by the mare as she positions herself over him, “I can do this all night long,” grins at him thinking that she has won their little scuffle.

“I know something I can do all night,” the King follows up with. Lapping his lips in victory as he watches the powerful queen’s mind falter for a comeback.

“Ah… Um… Err…” she fumbles to come up with any sort of retort at the moment as all thoughts leave her and the queen is left standing over him shot down to all hell.

The king isn’t one that many mares would consider suitable for one such as herself, though in this case after having gone back and forth with one another none stop over and over again. And even to the extent of even enjoying it from time to time, more than she would care to admit. The queen throws caution to the wind while her mind still tries to play catch up with some of her own voluptuous desires of pent up anger and frustration, now turning in to something much different.

“Awe...” she pauses getting other thoughts and ideas in order while they finally fall in to place, “… Oh just screw it!” she puts one hoof around his neck.

Although Sombra expects to be welcomed by a forceful choking from the angered queen that he is more than deserving at the moment… he is more than surprised when she delivers something far more tender then he could have foreseen, or even welcomed in his wildest dreams with the twisted mare.

A kiss.

Even though they have been going back and forth with one another ever sense he has been here, and just moments ago were fighting with one another. The perverted comments, the arguing to and fro, and even the snide remarks here and there under their breath at one another has only made the attraction grow more and more to a sort of sick and twisted spark of interest for the two there lying on the floor. It only needed a slight push to get anything going, and with one final mind buck, the queen is the one to topple over the towers of frustration and bring it to them both.

At first the move was a shock, but then as he feels the warm, and oddly sweet lips press in to his, along with her fangs. He more than welcomes the queen with open hooves as his own wrap up and around the base of her tight waist and pulls her in closer to him against his chest while they press against one another and her hooves start to play their way through his jet black mane and across the floor for which it flows.

A slight coo escaping the queens lips and in to his own as Chrysalis pulls back for but a moment to get her head straight and make sure what she just did wasn’t a dream, “Did that…” she breaths in sharply before finishing, “…really happen?”

“What do you mean did?” he says with a devilish grin, playfully wondering why she used pasted tense, “it still is happening,” Sombra pulls her back in to him as he kisses her fully once more. His own fangs tantalizing hers as they knock in to one another in the affectionate display.

Even the king going to the extent to bite down on her lips slightly with the sharp teeth as she does the same and copies to tease him just as much as he does her. Chrysalis snakes her tongue down in to his mouth as she feels the low grunt from his throat. Tracing her forked appendage across the sharpened fangs and along the jagged molars in the back as their hooves to more talking and they soon find themselves closer once more. Pressing her chest in to his as their lips play with one another in the middle of the rug like a pair of teenagers after prom night in the back of a carriage.

The years of not having a mare to pleasure him has gotten to the king as he puts everything in to this moment, kissing her lips once more as he moves his own down her the side of her face. The slow lick from the tip of his tongue runs alongside her cheek and up to the side of her head as he uses it to bring one of her ears in to his mouth’s grasp and begins to nibble on its edges with his fangs.

“Ah…” Chrysalis yelps out before the new feeling of pleasure hits her mind, and she can only let out a groan, “…Mhmm…”

Although that is interrupted when after her squeal the guard comes a knocking once more at the door. “Is everything alright in there Queen Chrysalis?” he starts to open the door, before it is slammed back in his face by the queen’s magic.

“I said everything is alright!” she yells at the door to make her point clear as she now locks it to halt any other intrusions. Looking down at the king under her and the grin over his face.

“Someone’s got an attitude…” he mumbles in her ear.

Although he has no idea how true that is.

Chrysalis also has gone far too long without the feeling of another beside her in the middle of the night. Something that no royalty should be out of… even if that royalty wants nothing more than to decimate the nation that she inhabits, though that little stipulation is beside the point. She doesn’t say a word though, only bringing her fangs down on his own exposed neck and digging in to his skin drawing blood up in to her mouth.

“Ugh!” Sombra grunts out, looking down as best he can at the mare, “…you little… witch.”

It’s painful at first, but when you consider what unicorn you’re talking about, Sombra thirsts for the pain that she is delivering to him as he starts to kick his leg back and forth like a dog that’s being scratched in just the right spot. Feeling the fresh taste of blood running in and around her teeth is wonderful, as she finishes the job and pulls her teeth out slowly and laps up the tasty red liquid with her tongue, running it along the edge of her lips like a gruesome lipstick as she kisses him again. Leaving a perfect imprint on him as Sombra licks his own.

“Hmm…” he ponders before coming to one conclusion, “I taste good.”

“If that tastes good…” Chrysalis says slowly, bringing her hoof down his chest to between the king’s legs as she feels the warmth of him pressing against the armor that he still wears. “…Then I can’t wait to see how the rest of you tastes.”

Knowing full well what she intended by that, Sombra scoops her up, and places her over his shoulder. Even with the injured hoof holding him down at the time, the pain is ignored as a thirst still awaits to be quenched while king still manages to cart the queen up the stairs and to the bedroom. Reaching the door, he pushes it open and in moments Sombra sprawls her out on the bed.

The queen props herself up on her fore hooves as she helps to remove the suit from his form. Taking off the belts and straps that hold it to him, the weight falls off with a mild clang to the ground. Feeling the literal weight off his shoulders, Sombra doesn’t have a second to react as he is pulled in to the bed over top of Chrysalis while she forces his willing lips back on to hers for another moment of passion. During which while his head is distracted the queen starts again to slowly run her hoof down to his colthood…

Though to her surprise, Sombra has beaten her to the punch and already has a hoof of his own meeting her Marehood at its opening. She wasn’t expecting this, and diffidently wasn’t seeing him plunging his hoof deep inside of her in one go. The shock from the action is enough for her to buck back from the kiss as she gasps for a breath, feeling every pore on her skin open up as the king’s hoof circle around her slick sides, hitting all along the walls of the queen’s sex in the spots that even she hasn’t been able to reach with her own hoof from time to time.

“You’re sensitive Chrysalis…” he whispers to her, feeling the warm moisture over his tender hoof as he plunges it deeper inside and watches her squirm like a fish out of water from his actions.

“I haven’t. Had it. In a. while!” she squeaks between breaths.

Wrapping his other hoof around her neck, he starts to strangle the vulnerable queen under him. The green irises almost rolling in the back of her head as a result while she tries to maintain eye contact with those wicked eyes of his, but failing to do so. Though with all his teasing and now the lack of oxygen going to her brain, the mare is lost in thought at what this single colt is doing to her. As he releases his grip just as she is about to lose conscious, and continues to choke her as Chrysalis regains it, changing between the actions while the drives continue to build up in her mind from the act.

If she could have moved at the moment, she would have kicked him off of her by now and rutted him right there and now without a care of what her subjects might have heard her crying out. Though the combo that he is delivering is more than enough to keep all but the simplest movements at bay as her pelvis starts to thrust upwards slightly with every swirl of his hoof as it encapsulates it and prays for the real thing.

‘Scratch that previous statement…’ she tells herself now after feeling him ‘I’m will keep him around,’ Chrysalis makes a note as she puts a hoof around the one that’s inside her and starts to squeeze, knowing full well which one it is.

Sombra feels the sharp pain surging up his arm as Chrysalis puts pressure on his injury, if it weren’t for the bandages on his hoof he would be bleeding all over the place once more. Although he’s sure that, thanks to her display with his neck, she would be more than happy to have that happen. The queen feels the grip around her neck loosen at first, but then it just gets tighter and tighter as she starts to not only feel lightheaded but also ready to scream out in euphoria… well, if she could scream that is.

Now using all her strength. Chrysalis flips him over on his own back so she can return the favor, Sombra lays there star struck at first as his hoof comes out of her with a slight pop and the queen pushes him back down to the bed.

“Ah, ah, ah…” she taunts him.

Taking the hoof that was in her and licking up the juices that were on it to give it a good cleaning. She smacks her lips together, mulling over the flavors, ‘Well damn…I taste…lovely,’ Chrysalis ponders while going back to the king, as she kisses him again and even laps some of her own juices back in to his mouth with the same action.

Biting down on his lips ever so slightly, before he can do the same, the queen works her way down to his neck, then to his chest and in time to that which eluded her at first because of the armor. Rather impressed with what the king has to offer, she pauses for a seconds and goes cock eyed as she switches her eyes back and forth between him and his shaft as she gawks at the sight.

“What? Too much for you?” He asks, “I mean you do have quite the big-”

Sombra’s mouth snaps shut as Chrysalis licks the tip in one quick motion, causing a single shutter to vibrate down his cock and up the back of his spine, “It would be wise for you to zip it right now…” her eyes narrow up at the stallion.

It takes her a second or two to almost unhinge her jaw as she gradually allows the flat top to pass by her lips as her forked tongue does its part and strokes it in deeper. The sharp teeth grazing against its sides of his darkened shaft that matches his coat tease ever more as she feels the blood rate rise up in side of him through his sex. Sombra’s legs tense up around her as he rests a hoof on the back of the queen’s head, watching though his evil eyes that have gone wide, Chrysalis going further and further down to him while she starts to stroke him off with her mandible.

This is something that Chrysalis doesn’t do often, considering she isn’t one to go out of her way to try and treat a colt when it comes to sex. Even if it is a part of the disguise that she may be trying to put on. ‘Shining Armor sure seemed to enjoy it,’ she recalls the time or two she spent with the colt while impersonating his wife. So in this case when it comes to the king below her, she can make an exception.

His colthood slides in and out of her mouth, even pounding in to the back of her throat with every motion as she twists her head back and forth to get the rhythm down. Sombra meanwhile is almost kicking himself with his leg while the queen goes at it. Gasping as he feels the queen take every inch of him like she has no gag reflex, while his shaft continues to slither down her throat. ‘Flirty is one thing… but this mare is on a whole new level when it comes down to the real thing-’ Sombra clamps his jaw as she makes his mind shut up once more with another thrust of her neck down.

The king fights back any urge to release fully in to her, diffidently not wanting to hear any talk of ‘cuming to soon’ on his end. Pulling her hair as she goes down, he feels the reverberations of her grunts as Chrysalis pulls back from her position. Taking the hint at the slight shaking in his meat as it starts to twitch from over stimulation. Using her tongue to do no more than tease as it tickles the tip as she watches the look on his face twist as a result from the fore play.

The king looks down to see the grin plastered on the queen’s face as she watches him try to control himself. “I don’t know what you’re laughing about… after all that…” he points to his sex, “is going in you…”

The look on Chrysalises face flips around as she is reminded of this fact as she is pulled back from between his legs and almost forced down on the bed. With her head in the blanket at first, Chrysalis props herself up on her fore hooves with her rump up in the air on display while watching him now get up behind her as the heat from her slit radiates between her legs, beckoning him forth un to it. However, he is having a hard time trying to get his footing after his left leg continues to twitch from her earlier actions, and an injured hoof isn’t helping that matter.

“If you’re done playing around…” she says watching him position himself, drawing back his attention to her, “…I’m already ready a waiting for you… don’t make me finish the job and leave you out of the fun.”

The king blushes as she catches him fumbling about. Going dark and cold on her though like the king was born to be, he leans over top from her from behind as his head meets hers. Thrusting his fore hoof back against her neck, he puts her in sort of a choke hold while the queen strains to get air now. Her expression trying to figure out his game while the king runs his wicked tongue over her cheek once more in hunger.

“I’m sure you’re ready for this…” he whispers, his horn setting off a temporary impotency spell to kill off the sperm inside at the moment and prevent any unwanted kin, “although I never said it was going in there first…” Sombra finishes off, watching her eyes widen just in time for him to thrust in the back of her in one motion.

Her anus is tighter than normal from the foreplay they’ve done previously, only forcing her to clench her muscles more and more as the sphincter tightens around his shaft, and this being the first time she ever has been taken from quite literally her behind isn’t helping the mare at the mercy of a king that isn’t known for it.

“AHgur-r-r!” Chrysalis cries out as she bites in to the blanket underneath her, trying to hide any more outbursts so as not to be disturbed by the guards’ bursting in once more. “I bucking hate you right now!” the queen hisses while letting go from the blanket for a moment, as she feels him rocking back and forth through her bowels.

Though one thrust later forces her to bring it back in her mouth. “Oh you will have many reasons to hate me by the time our partnership is complete,” Sombra whispers in her ear for a moment before cocking back a hoof and all but beating her in the side of the face with a it.

After a slight yelp escaping from under her gag, the tissue in her cheek starts to flare up from blood forcing its way in to it. Though that is ignored as she twists her head around only to look at him in the eyes, not with any sign of anger or reprisal in her own. But only disbelief and surprise as her mind tries to make a complete sentence after being thrust from the position of a queen to a lowly whore at the whim of a king.

“Y-y-you…” she doesn’t even get to voice it out, only finishing in her head, ‘…monster.’

Chrysalis face says it all as even she hasn’t had this level of brutality when it comes to sex, and for a mare that feeds from love that takes the form of many walks of life, that’s a surprise in itself. For that matter never even having experienced it coming from a colt that perhaps wasn’t trying to really kill her. Though as another hoof comes in to the side of her flank now, the queen brings her head back on to the blankets. Biting down in to them to try and muffle the screams of pain and pleasure that start to intertwine with each other.

A hoof wraps around her neck while he continues to beat her as Sombra begins to strangle the living daylights out of her while she continues to use her gag. “What is it?” he taunts her with a voice that she would have expected from a father to their daughter as he now start to massage the spot where he hit with his hoof, “never had a colt do this to you?”

The king leans back holding himself up with one hoof. As he wraps the other hoof around her hair and pulls on it, bringing her head away from her improvised gag as she screeches out another almost high pitched squeal. “That’s right… cry for me…” Sombra teases her, “I like to hear them scream after all…”

He thrust in her again and again. Relentlessly forcing it deeper and deeper in to her insides, all the while Chrysalis feeling like it’s going to tear something as he does. ‘Maybe the blood from that rip will act as lubrication?’ she asks herself silently while one side of her mind wishes it all the same as she lets out another low moan while he eases out of her slightly. The odd feeling of never done it this way is new to her altogether, as Chrysalis tries to ignore the aching in her hind from the stretching that he is causing.

The initial impact and pain of it all starts to subside as now even the queen feels the hormones hit her mind in all the right places. Lighting up portions of her brain that she didn’t even know she had until now. Reaching behind her with her own fore hoof, after grabbing some sort of control over her mind, she grabs Sombra around the neck as he pulls him back down to her mouth, biting back down on his neck to make him feel some of the same sensation she is from the intermingling of pain and pleasure.

Sombra takes a second or two to savor the fangs digging in to his skin, but wishing it would last longer as he feels her pressure let go of him. Both of them have their eyes meet after she does. His bright green and red making contact with her soft, almost emerald green as they seem to share the same thought and kiss one another as the fires of hated and passion burn in the touch between them as he pushes back inside of her, in and out, and the queen lets her breath escape up and in to his mouth.

The king never gets his wish though to see a tear drop from her eyes. The strength, will, and pride in this changeling is stronger than he could have imagined. Those emerald orbs having the power to bring him back from the dead, and now even the will to not give him what he wants.

‘She has got some fight in her…’ he contemplates ‘I like that…’

Sombra gives her the benefit of the doubt and pulls out of the queen as he watches her mouth hang open from the flesh sliding free of her finally after its assault. Even without the kings intervention, Chrysalis rolls over on her back, wings spread wide ready to accept the king in her, properly. She snickers at him with a mild giggle as she motions with her hoof for him to come and join her. It’s when Sombra gets on top of her and is ready to plunge in once more, that Chrysalis rolls back over now so she has the upper hoof, literally.

Bracing himself with his hooves he looks at her with a wicked smile on his face, “I love a mare on top.”

“Oh shut it…” she holds a hoof over his mouth as she eases herself down on top of him and the pair closes their eyes as it passes by the folds of her marehood and fills every nook and cranny.

At the same time hitting every sensitive part of his sex that the king has to offer. Sombra grunts as she starts to rock back and forth over top of him. Using her fore hooves to both hold herself up, and hold him down at the same time so he can’t take charge once more as she feels the same drug like effect from before piercing her mind and releasing a flood of endorphins through her body. The king going through the same ordeal, after being dead, putting himself in any mare would feel good. This though feels not only good, it’s abso-fricken-lutely fantastic. Who would have thought?

“A flirt, a biter, and a tease…” Sombra mutters to her as she rides him. “I really think I’m going to enjoy this little partnership of ours,” Her neck and head continue to rock, craning with the motions as Chrysalis’s mane whips back and forth, leaving part of her face hidden from view behind a single bang of hair.

“And don’t forget a sadist for you,” she winks at him with a hidden level of admiration for the colt beneath her.

That wink earns her another swift slap on the hind quarters from the king as he watches the face on her go from flirty to surprise as her lips curl to an oh while the hushed breath falls out of her lungs. The king beams at Chrysalis, hiding the same sort of inner burning and sheer lust for the mare that finds herself above him. Using his own hooves to pull her even closer as it rides deeper. The colt thrusts his hips forward, meeting her strokes at their pinnacle. His sex starts to hit the back of hers as the moisture increases around it, making it slide in and out even faster as they pick up their rhythm. Chrysalis clamps her hooves around his neck and not only starts to choke him as some payback, but also uses it as leverage to bring herself up higher as she rocks back down.

The force from all of this causes an enraptured building of nerves firing off in to both their minds. Becoming too much for either of them to handle, Sombra and Chrysalis both hit their climax. His load drops in to her as the queen can almost feel it entering her womb, and the tingling sensation running through him as his colthood twitches left and right as it all comes out.

“Uhhaa…” the mare on top of him gasps as she feels it run along her insides.

Her own juices spill over his colthood with his final thrust in to her, warming the small space between them as she lowers herself back down on his chest with ease before all feeling from her fore hooves goes away for a moment and the blood leaves them.

After regaining the blood loss, Chrysalis puts a gentle hoof on his face as she turns it down to her, seeing the genuine smile plastered on one such as himself. It’s an oddly reassuring gesture to see from such a colt, especially one that just took her for more of a ride then she could remember in her past. Before she can though, Sombra is the one to bring a hoof up and kiss her gingerly on the lips.

The preceding ones from earlier were built up passion that was released in the previous moment of physical contact, nothing more to her than just the beginnings of very rough sex. This kiss though has something more built up behind it, something that he actually feels awakening in him… an even odder thing to be feeling for one like him. The queen can sense that much, her abilities as a changeling picking up on the emotions of another.

As the comfort of another brings a certain serenity about her. Returning the kiss even deeper than she had intended, the queen finds herself enjoying this more than was hoped. Pulling back slowly and opening her eyes ever so slightly to see the same look of comfort on his face that she also shares.

“You’re just… awful…” she whispers to him as the mare rests her head down on his exposed chest, feeling the heart rate go back to normal as her also does the same, “…I love it.”

His rib cage rises up and down with every breath as does her head with it. “And you are just rude, dreadful, discussing, vile…” he takes another breath as he continues to rattle them off the list. While Chrysalis checks that all of them are true at least, “dastardly, cruel, and who can forget evil… but all that said,” he takes a moment for her mind to process it all, “I think if one of us was a goody two shoes, we wouldn’t have sought out this wicked partnership.”

“And yet another thing on the short list of things we agree on…” she chuckles at him, “though I think at this point a well-deserved sleep is in order.”

“And then we can kill one each other?” he mocks her playfully as they enjoy the odd moment of peace between them, “seeing as that lead to something far more, pleasurable.”

“Perhaps…” the single wink of an eye answers his thoughts, “however, first I have to go play in Canterlot,” she finishes off, dimming the lantern light in the room as they both doze off to sleep.

After the long day it doesn’t take long for both of them to nod off, still wrapped up with one another in the bed as a malevolent attraction builds itself up in them even more now that the warmth of the other is being shared in the close embrace.

The night drags on in the caves. Many of the changelings not on guard, to any intruders that may be foolish enough to make their way in, have long gone to sleep. Even in the bedroom of the queen, the two sleep soundly as Sombra holds a hoof around the queen’s petite waist, bringing her closer in to him as his half erect penis presses in to her back still.

The ‘just bucked’ musky sent of the mare entering his nostrils with every breath he takes as a slight unconscious smile can be seen on her face as she feels the warmth of him close to her. Though she isn’t as heavy of a sleeper as he is… a single eye cracks open on her face as she looks above her to make sure he is sound asleep. Once she feels the slow breath of his graze across her neck though, that answers her question.

Chrysalis uses her skinny frame to squirm free of his grasp, careful not to wake him, before slipping out of the bed and stretching her legs. Not something that she got to do after their little activities, seeing as she was already well drained from them and too tired to even try to make the move. And after feeling the knot in the back of her calf for the last hour tensing up and keeping her awake, she had to do something about it.

After wiggling it about for a second or two she can feel it go away in mere moments, as a slight smile builds up on her face. “Now that’s more like it…” Chrysalis mumbles as she looks over herself. She can even see some of the small scratches and scrapes from the previous night healing up almost before her eyes, and with a single smile turns back to the bed to slip in.

However, when she does the queen can’t help but pause and cover her heart with a regretful hoof at the sight of the calm and collected colt, sleeping soundly in her bed, with nothing but a strangely serene smile on his face. The evil king, that enslaved an entire kingdom and ruled them under an iron hoof, looks so sweet when he is asleep in a bed and out like a light.

‘So peaceful…who would have thought that a colt who looks like that while asleep, would be able to cause so much pain when he awakes,’ Chrysalis rubs a hoof on her back side, before she shakes her head in the irony of that thought. Trying not to feel something for the guy that now gratefully shares her bed, ‘his crystals will keep him strong, and fit… and after Equestria is brought down. Then… then perhaps I will keep him around. If not just to rut from time to time,' the monarch tells herself, getting a rather flirtatious grin, trying to get it all to make sense in her mind.

Snaking her way back in to the bed and pulling the kings hoof back over her body, she snuggles up even closer to him than before…

Having truly forgotten what it’s like to have another to lay next to in bed.