“Twilight, wake up… Twilight… Twilight!”

Slowly emerging from the lands of dreams, Twilight blinked owlishly, wondering why somepony was whispering into her ear so urgently. Judging by the light stinging her eyes, it was already late in the morning, but she distinctly remembered scheduling a sleep-in today… and her bed was so comfy and warm… Just five more minutes… She gasped as the rude intruder shook her like maraca, her eyes flying open to find a worried Rainbow Dash staring down at her.

“R-Rainbow?” Twilight slurred, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What’s going on…”

“Are you okay?” Rainbow cut her off, her hooves touching her all over, looking for injuries. “Did she hurt you?” The frantic mare threw the covers off, making Twilight squeal in the chill morning air.

“Rainbow!”

“Shhh! She’ll hear you!” Rainbow Dash put a hoof over Twilight’s mouth, turning towards the bathroom door; the sound of somepony using the shower could be heard. “Here, do you need any of these?” The pegasus produced a saddle bag and emptied the contents on the bed.

“What…” Twilight watched dumbfounded, the many items scattering on the covers; creams for friction burns, band-aids, pain medicine, salves for sore muscles, an ice pack… and a tablet of morning-after pills of all things. “What in the hay…”

“Take what you need, I have a bunch more at home.” Rainbow whispered, shaking the bag to empty it completely, until a pair of fluffy pink hoof-cuffs fell on the covers. “Oh… oops.” Without a hint of shame Rainbow snatched the cuffs away, stashing them back into the bag.

Twilight levitated the tablet of morning-after pills, giving Rainbow Dash a deadpan stare.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that!” Rainbow snapped in a low irritated voice, taking the tablet with a huff. “I was in a hurry, I just took a bunch of stuff from my got lucky supplies, I didn’t stop to check what I was grabbing!” Rainbow fidgeted with her bag, throwing Twilight furtive glances. “So… how did it… go.” She winced, rubbing her mane awkwardly. “I mean… you don’t look hurt soooo… did you… I dunno, was it… Ponyfeathers this is so weird… did she… you know…”

“She didn’t hurt me.” Twilight assured, sitting up to put a reassuring hoof on Rainbow Dash’s shoulder. “Thank you Rainbow, but you don’t have to worry. Last night was actually very nice.” She was touched by her friend’s worry, Rainbow giving a long sigh of relief. She was just about to tell her friend that nothing had happened yet, but she was interrupted by the bathroom door opening.

Dash spun around, Twilight getting a mouthful of rainbow tail, and Chrysalis stepped out of the bathroom, followed by a wave of steam. Rainbow opened her wings to flee… but she froze, her limbs locking out in surprise. Twilight blinked, wondering about her friend’s reaction; she leaned around Rainbow to have a better look… and almost fell from her bed.

Chrysalis’ mane clung wetly to her carapace, her dripping tail swishing along with the sensual swaying of her hips, a satisfied smile on her muzzle. Droplets of water were dribbling down her shapely flanks, curving around her hips, running all the way down to her perforated hooves. She was undeniably sexy, but this wasn’t what made Twilight’s mind grind to a halt.

There, swinging between Chrysalis’ hind-legs, was a massive neon-green stallionhood, the slick length bobbing with each step, water dripping from its large flared head. Chrysalis sighed, shaking her mane and tail dry, her limp cock swaying like a pendulum under her; on second glance, the “water” dripping from the tip was suspiciously syrupy. Chrysalis levitated a towel over her ragged mane, making sure it was dry, then she wrapped the towel around her green stallionhood, shuddering as she rubbed it clean.

“Aaah, marvelous.” Chrysalis threw the now sticky towel over her shoulder. She turned to smirk at Rainbow Dash, her hips rolling sensually. “Oh, what’s this, bringing me breakfast in bed Twilight? How kind of you my dear…” Chrysalis’ tongue slithered out, the changeling making a show of just how long and thick it was. She growled seductively, her tongue leaking slime all over the floor.

Rainbow made the strangest little noise, something Twilight would expect from Fluttershy, and she jumped from the bed, flying off in a hurry. Just before she could exit through the balcony door, she seemed to hesitate, and quickly turned back. She rummaged in her saddlebag, her eyes darting back to Chrysalis’ endowment, blushing deeply, and she fished out an item. Wordlessly she handed the tablet of morning-after pills to Twilight, nodded at her with something that looked almost like respect, and she was gone in a flash.

“Wuh…” Twilight looked at the tablet, then at the rainbow trail quickly disappearing in the morning sky, and finally towards Chrysalis. “Wha…”

The changeling fell on the floor, laughing her horn off, her stallionhood flopping around like an out of control firehose. “AHAHAHA! By the swarm, you ponies are so easy to rile up!”

“C-Chrysalis!” Twilight jumped to her hooves, her cheeks burning brightly. “This isn’t funny!”

Chrysalis wiped her eyes, chuckling merrily. “I beg to differ.”

Twilight grumbled, watching the strange stallionhood warily, the length draped over one of Chrysalis’ thighs. It was so weird looking, it had to be fake. “You said you wouldn’t transform to mess with me anymore!”

Chrysalis blinked, tilting her head curiously. “What do you mean?”

“This!” Twilight’s magic took hold of the neon-green cock and yanked on it; she hesitated when Chrysalis gasped, but the changeling was surely just acting to mess with her some more. “Turn back to normal!”

The changeling gave Twilight an amused glance, her own magic taking hold of Twilight’s, keeping it pressed against her stallionhood. “Twilight, my dear…” She chuckled, and Twilight watched in horror as the length started to grow, her magic sensing its throbbing as it shuddered to life, blood pumping urgently into the all too real organ. “This is no transformation… it is entirely mine.” The length gave a mighty kick, and Twilight jumped back in surprise, falling on the other side of the bed with a loud yelp.

Twilight scrambled to her hooves, keeping an eye on Chrysalis, the changeling still laying on her side with her hardening cock twitching in her lap. “You… you’re a stallion?” This had NOT been in her plans…

“I am a changeling queen, you foolish little pony. You have no idea what you have agreed to by becoming my mate, have you…” Chrysalis ran a hoof over her pulsing member, her eyes never leaving Twilight. “As I said yesterday, you have a lot to learn when it comes to changelings… but we have all the time in the world.”

Twilight watched with wary fascination as the light green cock started to go soft, the length slowly retracting back into its internal sheath. Just like a dragon… Twilight’s mind noted; she couldn’t help but be curious about the changeling’s organ, there was so little known about them. She was quite sure the queen had female genitals as well, did that mean she was a hermaphrodite? Thorax and the reformed changelings had just begun to exchange information with ponies, and there was much they held back… so much to learn!

With a wet sound, Chrysalis’ stallionhood slithered home, her penile slit closing, leaving only her smooth carapace. The changeling’s wing buzzed as she got to her hooves, her back arching as she stretched like a cat, giving Twilight quite a show. Yep, definitely has a set of female genitals as well… Twilight thought as her cheeks burned. The alicorn tried to look away, but Chrysalis turned before she could, catching her staring. The changeling shot Twilight a playful look, her tongue poking from the edge of her fanged mouth.

“You know you can do more than look, my little alicorn.” Chrysalis winked at Twilight, her tail flicking invitingly. “Well, the bathroom is free, I’ll go take a walk around the castle.” She trotted past Twilight, letting her tail graze against her muzzle. “I still have to find a suitable room to house our nursery.”

Twilight felt her heart skip a beat, suddenly remembering Chrysalis’ words: you will be the perfect mother for my new brood. What she had taken for a fanciful joke now sounded like a very serious promise, if Chrysalis had working stallion parts… She gulped, watching the changeling disappear through her bedroom door; Chrysalis’ tail flicked to the side, letting her have a glimpse of her intimacy: a narrow black slit nestled between a set of soft looking plump folds, a hint of oozing green flesh winking at her playfully. The door closed on that heavenly view, and Twilight was left with her jumbled thoughts.

Twilight usually loved to have lunch with her friends. It was becoming harder and harder to find the time to have the whole gang together, now that everypony had so many responsibilities; she cherished those few occasions with all her heart. And here they were, all six friends, sitting around a table at their favorite restaurant in Ponyville, what should have been the grandest of times… if only things were not so dreadfully awkward.

“I don’t believe ya.” Applejack snorted, taking a bite out of her daisy sandwich. “Ain’t no way her thingy is that big.”

“I’m telling you AJ! It was huuuge!” Rainbow Dash held her hooves wide apart. “At least this big! It was all smooth and leaky and twitchy!”

“Rainbow Dash!” Twilight snapped, looking around; wide-eyed ponies were listening in on their conversation, food falling from their open mouths. “Will you stop talking so loud! And it wasn’t that big… Well it was pretty big, but…” She blushed, shaking her head. “Why are we even talking about that!”

“I agree with Twilight, this is hardly proper table conversation.” Rarity harrumphed, dabbing her lips with a napkin. She maintained her poise for a second, then she leaned over the table, and asked in a loud stage whisper, “Is it really green?”

“Oh for pony's sake…”

“Yeah, it looked like one of those glow-sticks Vinyl likes to throw around at parties.” Rainbow Dash nodded, not even trying to lower her voice. “Wait… Twilight, does it glow in the dark?”

Twilight buried her ashamed face in her hooves, wishing for the ground to open and swallow her whole.

“I still don’t understand what you guys are talking about!” Pinkie pouted, her hooves crossed. “I’m pretty sure I would have noticed if Chrysalis had a fifth leg.”

“I’ll tell you later Pinkie.” Rainbow waved the party pony off, focusing back on Twilight. “So… how was it? You said it was very nice right? So, you must have had fun with that thing.”

“Rainbow…” Twilight sighed, trying to ignore Fluttershy whispering Oh my… at her side; the poor pegasus was so red in the face Twilight expected her to drop in a dead faint at any moment.

“I mean, we were all super worried about you and stuff; we even had Starlight research spells to kick changeling butt just in case. Hay, I don’t think any of us had a lick of sleep last night. But what do I find when I come check on you? You sleeping all peacefully with a big satisfied grin on your face. You were having fun with Chrysalis while we were worrying our flanks off!”

“RD, ‘tain’t fair, leave Twilight be for pony's sake!”

Rainbow Dash pointed at the apple farmer, frowning. “Hey, you guys were all over my case when I had that juicy date last week…”

“No we weren’t! YOU were the gosh darn idiot that wouldn’t shut up about it!”

“Well I think it’s only fair if I get to ask one question at least: Twilight, how did you even manage to handle that huge snake?”

“Oh my…”

“Wait, Twilight aren’t you afraid of snakes?” Pinkie asked, still confused. “Why would you handle one?”

“Ah lost mah appetite.” Applejack grunted, pushing her plate away. She glared at Rainbow Dash, who only glared back.

“What?! I just want to know how a bookworm like her could deal with that freaky pecker!”

“What do wood-peckers have to do with this?” Pinkie bounced impatiently in her seat.

“Oh my…”

“I know you guys are curious too, I’m just saying what we’re all thinking!”

“Yer being a right proper feather-brain is what you are…”

“Now now Applejack darling, calm down, she can’t help being an uncouth hooligan.” Rarity patted the farmer’s leg, then she glanced at Twilight… then Rainbow… she coughed… and finally she asked, “Green, really?”

“Oh my…”

Twilight groaned, her head still in her hooves, but she couldn’t help but feel relieved. This senseless bickering and friendly banter was familiar, it was a welcome return to normal between them; no more of those glum faces and worried looks that had been the norm since the marriage pact had been signed. It felt good, even if Rainbow’s teasing was aimed at her; she half suspected the pegasus was doing it on purpose to cheer her up. That mare had strange methods, but you couldn’t argue with the result.

She chuckled as Rainbow and Applejack got into a heated argument, Rarity hovering close as she produced a color-palette from her saddlebag and asked which green was the closest to Chrysalis’ coloration. Twilight watched as Pinkie jumped into the fray, making everything even more chaotic, and she exchanged a look with a still blushing Fluttershy. The pegasus fidgeted in her seat, hesitated some more, then she leaned over to Twilight, whispering softly.

“Don’t be angry at Rainbow Dash please… she was… she was really scared for you.” Fluttershy looked down. “We all were.” Her eyes flickered to Twilight, and a little shy smile blossomed on her lips. “She’s just happy you’re safe, but she’s too stubborn to just say it.” Fluttershy’s eyes narrowed just a little. “You are safe… right?”

Twilight nodded, smiling back. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

And the wonderful thing was, she was telling the truth: she felt just fine. Twilight shared a complicit look with Fluttershy, her heart soaring with new confidence; it was time to kick her plan into gear, and bring Chrysalis into the light. She vowed that at her next lunch with her friends she would bring a reformed Chrysalis, she just had to reach out to the changeling and prove she trusted her… even if it meant losing something precious in return.

The castle was oddly quiet when Twilight came back from her lunch. Well, the castle was always quiet, the huge halls much too big when the only ones that lived in it were herself, Spike, Owlowiscious and Starlight; though Twilight could add Chrysalis to the list now. But this quiet was different: it was the kind of silence that screamed something is going on. Twilight quickly put away her saddlebags, her hooves clacking on the crystal floor as she trotted deeper inside. She called, her voice echoing around the empty hallways.

“Spike?” No response, he was probably still playing with the CMC. “Starlight?” Still nothing, but she was bunking up with Trixie until things calmed down, so that was normal. “Chrysali-“

“Over here.”

Twilight blinked, her ears swiveling as she followed Chrysalis’ echoing voice; it was coming from the floor that housed her library. She felt a jolt of apprehension, a vision of her precious library covered in changeling creep running through her mind. She quickly ran up a flight of stairs, ran down a corridor, and slid to a halt in front of the library door. Heart racing madly, she pushed the doors open, and barged into her most sacred sanctuary.

“Oh thank Celestia…”

The room was fine, not a hint of changeling resin to be seen. Chrysalis was simply lounging on a chaise longue, a book between her hooves, a peaceful expression on her dark muzzle. Twilight idly noted that her pose was another one from her naughty magazines, with the changeling’s hind-legs crossed, putting emphasis on her rear. It was a lovely sight, all things considered…

Chrysalis flicked her tail, a smirk on her lips. “Haven’t you learned it’s rude to stare, Twilight Sparkle?” She shot a teasing look at her wife, her eyes glowing in mirth. “Come closer, I will not bite… not too hard, at least.”

Twilight hesitated, thought back to Fluttershy’s gentle words, and she walked into the room, closing the door behind her. Chrysalis’ ear twitched as Twilight turned the key, locking them inside, but she didn’t say a word; she just turned another page of her book, and kept reading as Twilight trotted closer. Twilight wasn’t sure about what she was about to do, but she knew for sure she didn’t want Spike to barge inside in case things got… physical.

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it…

With every step Twilight felt her confidence slip away, but still she soldiered on, willing her hooves forward. By the time she had reached Chrysalis she was a nervous wreck, and she stood frozen in front of the changeling; Chrysalis didn’t seem to care, too absorbed in her book. A very familiar book. Wait… was that…

“My diary!” Twilight exclaimed, her cheeks coloring. “How did you…”

“Hiding a secret journal inside a hollowed book is so passé.” Chrysalis said casually, flicking another page of Twilight’s most intimate secrets. “Though I must say, I expected something a lot more juicy from a repressed virgin like you… Oh wait, here we go: Today I watched Big Mac working in the sun, he was perspiring quite heavily and his semitendinosus muscles were particularly turgid, it was a very arousing sight. He’s such a fine earth-pony specimen, he can plow my fields any day…”

“Stop!”

“Oooh, and is this a drawing of you scissoring with another mare? How quaint. Wait, is that who I think it is…”

“AAAAAH!”

With a flap of her wings Twilight leapt at Chrysalis, embarrassment making her forget all about her nervousness; Chrysalis only laughed and kept the book out of her reach. The couch rocked as they wrestled for the diary, the changeling twisting like an eel to avoid Twilight’s batting hooves, Chrysalis suppressing the alicorn’s horn whenever she tried to cheat with magic. Before long Twilight was trapped between Chrysalis’ powerful hooves, the changeling hugging her squirming wife to her belly, the diary floating in her green magic.

“I’ve never seen someone use their diary as a pornographic flip-book.” Chrysalis teased; she quickly turned the pages, chuckling as a scientifically accurate drawing of a stallionhood went from soft to erect, in vivid details. “Oops, and there it blows…”

“Stop it…” Twilight grumbled, struggling against the changeling’s powerful legs. “It’s private, give it back…”

“Fine.” Chrysalis shrugged, putting the diary down. “No offense my dear, but it wasn’t that interesting. Now this on the other hoof…” She levitated a copy of the Friendship Journal, opening it at random. “This is a lot more useful.”

Twilight blinked, surprised. “But… that’s a recollection of all of our friendship lessons…” She twisted to give Chrysalis a curious glance. “Do you like it?”

“It’s fascinating.” Chrysalis slackened her grasp, giving Twilight room to get comfortable, but still keeping her pressed close. “If I had read this years ago, I would have done things differently.”

“Really?” Twilight perked up, her wings fluffing against the changeling’s belly. Was Chrysalis responding to their friendship lessons? Was it so simple? “Did you learn something from it?”

Chrysalis nodded, leaning to press her jaw on the top of Twilight’s head, minding her horn. “Yes, I wish I had read this book years ago, before I planned Canterlot’s invasion.” Twilight felt giddy inside, her heart soaring… “I would have been able to drive you and your friends apart much more thoroughly; if I had this information, I dare say my victory would have been assured.”

Twilight sighed, slumping against her wife; of course it wasn’t that simple. “So, you’re reading our journal and my diary to-“

“To find out about your flaws and weaknesses, yes.” Chrysalis admitted easily, closing off the book. “You know, as your wife it is my duty to warn you: letting this kind of information into the world is incredibly reckless. With this a changeling could replace any of you and never arouse any suspicion, even to your closest friends.” She sighed, hugging Twilight close. “If I had known about this book I wouldn’t have bothered with this deal, it would have been easy to take your place to feed on friendship and love until I was powerful enough to destroy Canterlot.”

“Too bad you married me instead.” Twilight said smugly.

“Oh, it’s not that bad.” Chrysalis ran a hoof across Twilight’s flanks, making the alicorn squeak. “Getting to tease you for all of eternity seems like a good trade. And when I grow bored… well, let’s make sure I do not grow bored, shall we?”

Chrysalis took the journal in her magic and started to read again, leaving Twilight to stew with her thoughts. Getting a solid reading on Chrysalis’ real intentions seemed impossible, the changeling’s attitude alternating between playful teasing and barely veiled threats. It was unnerving to say the least… but it was also exciting in a way. Chrysalis was a puzzle, one that Twilight couldn’t wait to solve.

Tentatively, Twilight squirmed out of the changeling’s embrace, and surprisingly enough Chrysalis let her go without fuss. She hesitated, trotted a few paces away, but still Chrysalis didn’t move to stop her. It seemed the changeling just wanted to read peacefully, she didn’t even look up from the journal. Twilight smiled; spending an afternoon reading with her old arch nemesis sounded quite lovely, all things considered.

Twilight silently levitated a book from its shelf, and she headed towards her favorite reading chair. She then paused, her eyes flicking between the plush seat and her wife; she hesitated, then made her choice. Wordlessly she slipped back onto the chaise longue, Chrysalis welcoming her back into her embrace without comment. Twilight idly wondered if she had passed some sort of test, and she settled against Chrysalis to read.

Having someone next to her while she read wasn’t new to Twilight; her brother, her parents, her friends, Spike… So many reading buddies she could think of. But… this was different. No matter how much she tried to concentrate on her book —a fascinating study on sedimentary rocks freshly off the press, written by one professor Maud Pie— Twilight couldn’t help but be extremely aware of Chrysalis’ presence.

Her every sense seemed heightened, focused on the changeling, she could feel it all: her coat gently brushing against that smooth carapace, Chrysalis’ heart beating against the small of her back, her mane fluttering as the changeling’s minty breath blew into it, the soft twinkling of their magic mixing together, her tail flicking against Chrysalis’ thighs… Twilight blinked, a thought occurring to her: if the changeling had a normal stallion equipment, her sheath would be pressing against Twilight’s rear at this very moment, and the alicorn’s tail would be tickling her balls…

“Sparkle, what are you doing?”

Twilight started, her book wobbling in her faltering magic. “N-nothing?”

“You are grinding your ass on my lap.”

“N-no I-I’m not!” Am I?

“You shouldn’t tease me like that, it’s not fair.” Chrysalis purred in warning, her tongue darting out to flick at Twilight’s ear. “If you aren’t ready to become a grown mare, you shouldn’t play with fire.”

Twilight blushed deeply. Am… am I still not ready? she wondered, and found that she wasn’t quite so sure anymore. Her hesitation was not lost on Chrysalis, the changeling narrowing her eyes as she watched Twilight’s internal struggle. The dark queen sniffed at the air carefully, her head tilting to the side… and a smile appeared on her lips. Twilight heard the changeling purr behind her, the vibrations tickling her back, and she found the sound to be somewhat… soothing.

Chrysalis resumed her reading, still purring like some sort of giant bizarre looking cat, and Twilight quickly went back to her own book. The alicorn found she could actually concentrate on the words now, and she pressed her back against Chrysalis’ chest, seeking her warmth. She got comfortable, her tail flicking to land on Chrysalis’ flanks, and she shuddered as the changeling tail did the same to her; Chrysalis’ tail was amazingly soft, almost like silk, not at all like she expected from its ragged look. Twilight turned a page, but a question was now nagging at the back of her mind.

“Chrysalis…”

“Hmm?”

“Can I trust you?”

“No.”

The answer was blunt and immediate, but above all it was honest. Twilight mulled it over, wondering what the changeling was thinking, but quickly realized it was a foolish endeavor; Chrysalis loved to be twisted and manipulative… she just had to learn the rules of her game.

“I’d like to trust you, if you’d allow it.” Twilight whispered, snuggling against her wife. The changeling said nothing, but her strange purring intensified.

The familiar sound of pages turning lulled Twilight into a comfortable trance, and she was soon completely relaxed, despite her present company. Actually… she was starting to enjoy Chrysalis’ presence, if only a little. It was like being in a cage with a wild panther: it was fluffy and gorgeous, it could be petted and fed… but it could also turn on you in a heartbeat. Chrysalis wouldn’t hurt her… as long as she didn’t get hungry or bored.

Twilight was finishing the third chapter of her book when she felt a familiar pair of fangs grazing against her nape, Chrysalis nipping playfully at her coat. She ignored the changeling, and kept reading, even when Chrysalis started to nibble at her neck more forcefully. Thinking back to her comparison to a wild cat, Twilight suddenly understood what the biting was about.

She’s… she’s marking me!

She gasped, now conscious that Chrysalis was staking her claim on her body with every bite, like a wild animal marking its territory; Twilight’s submissive side couldn’t help but love it. She felt her heart race, an urgent warmth spreading in her lower belly, her cheeks darkening. Chrysalis inhaled her scent, the changeling making her strange growl-purr again… and she stopped gnawing on Twilight’s nape, only to start kissing it instead.

Twilight tried to focus back on her book, but everytime Chrysalis’ soft lips brushed against her coat, a little jolt of pleasure raced down her spine. The changeling carefully placed a gentle peck on each of her bite marks, one of her hooves trailing down Twilight’s sides, the other tracing circles over the alicorn’s belly. Twilight squirmed when the black hoof reached her cutie mark, but she didn’t try to escape the changeling’s grasp; on the contrary, she leaned closer, grinding her rear into her mate.

Chrysalis’ kisses became more urgent, her lips slowly traveling north, Twilight’s breath becoming shorter and shorter. She was practically panting when Chrysalis reached her jawline, and a little helpless whimper escaped her throat as the changeling pressed her dark muzzle into the crook of her jaw, kissing and sucking at her coat insistently, no doubt leaving a visible hickey under her lavender fur.

Another mark… Twilight closed her eyes, biting her lips as Chrysalis suckled and nibbled relentlessly, until she resumed her gentle kissing trail.

A kiss on the jaw, another on the cheek, one on the nose… Twilight slowly opened her eyes, almost shyly, and she found herself staring into the deep emerald eyes of the changeling queen. Her changeling queen. This time she did feel a jolt of electricity as Chrysalis kissed her full on the lips, a throaty moan rising from her chest, and when Chrysalis opened her mouth she willingly spread her lips, her tongue darting out into her wife’s dangerous maw.

Twilight half expected Chrysalis to assault her mouth with her tentacle tongue again —she almost hoped she would— but this time the changeling was surprisingly gentle with her; the powerful tendril brushed against Twilight’s tongue, coiling around it, guiding it away from the changeling’s terrible fangs. Minty… Twilight thought, moaning helplessly. She barely put up a fight as the tentacle carefully pushed her tongue back into her mouth, before it slithered past her lips, poking at her cheeks, filling her completely.

“Hmmm…” Twilight’s eyelids fluttered, the minty taste of Chrysalis’ saliva mixing with hers, the slime so abundant she had to swallow it down. “Mmh!”

She shuddered as Chrysalis’ hoof traced a path down her belly, until it reached her plump little teats. The changeling teased her erect nipples, cupping them one after the other, as if weighing them; perhaps gauging how much milk they could produce? Twilight shivered at the thought, and a terrible blush of confused shame spread on her bulging cheeks as she felt a warm trickle between her thighs. She closed her hind-legs instinctively, trying to hide her leaking excitement, and she whimpered with burning embarrassment as Chrysalis’ nostrils flared wide.

The changeling threw her head back with a gasp, inhaling deeply, her tongue still wreaking havoc inside Twilight’s mouth. Its base was thick enough to completely gag Twilight, the alicorn’s lips stretched around the slimy tentacle as it pulsed against her tongue. Twilight squealed around her mouthful and her eyes opened wide as she felt something press against her rear; she knew very well what it was. Twilight moaned out loud as Chrysalis’ cock began to emerge, the slick member sliding between her thighs, spreading her legs open as it grew in girth. Her whole body jerked as the hardening length brushed against her drenched intimacy, a burst of heady arousal squirting from her starved pussy. It was the last straw for Chrysalis.

The changeling’s pupils expanded, her wings buzzed, and she snarled like a starved beast. Twilight barely had time to take a whimpering breath before the fat tentacle in her mouth surged down her throat, Chrysalis closing her maw around her muzzle in a nightmarish parody of a kiss; almost half her face was inside Chrysalis’ mouth! Twilight’s neck buged out as the tentacle coiled around inside her throat, cutting off her airways.

“Urk! Gluck! Guurglk!”

Twilight’s muffled gurgles were not lost on Chrysalis, the changeling grunting as she tried to control herself, but Twilight’s desperate whimpers only spurred her on. She hunched over her mate, her pulsing cock spurting precum all over Twilight’s belly, the gooey mess already covering the alicorn’s teats and most of her thighs. With practiced accuracy she pressed her huge flared tip against Twilight’s tight little slit, and she prepared to ram herself home…

“MMMMH!”

Twilight felt a surge of fear as the all too large cock-head started to spread her folds, and she choked on the wriggling tentacle lodged down her throat. With all her might she pushed the heavy changeling away… and against all odds Chrysalis didn’t resist, the enormous tongue slithering out of her mouth with a wet slurping sound.

Twilight took a deep breath as soon as her airways were clear, and she sputtered as the abundant changeling saliva choked her. She rolled on her belly, coughing out green slime, her ragged breath slowly returning to normal. Panting, Twilight got to her hooves, her mouth and pussy dripping with shared fluids, and she finally managed to look at her partner.

Chrysalis looked half crazed with lust: her eyes were dilated and wild, her fangs were dripping with a suspicious milky liquid —venom?— and her raging stallionhood slapped against her belly in rhythm with her racing heart, precum leaking freely from its tip; there was already a puddle forming on the crystal floor, and the changeling’s stomach was dripping with it. When Twilight’s gaze met hers, Chrysalis seemed to regain some of her senses; the changeling took a deep breath, her pupils narrowing, and she relaxed visibly, her stallionhood softening just a bit.

“C-Chrysalis?” Twilight panted, watching the changeling carefully. “Are you alri-“

“Twilight Sparkle, you must choose.” Chrysalis interrupted, her intense gaze bearing down on her mate. “Either flee while I can still control myself, or stay to be rutted into submission.” Her cock loudly slapped on her belly, spraying precum everywhere. “I have reached my limits. Choose, now.”

Twilight gulped, her belly fluttering as she watched the strange changeling stallionhood pulsing with desire; was Chrysalis so hot and bothered… because of her? It was oddly flattering to think she could cause the usually collected changeling to lose her mind like this. She felt almost proud.

“Sparkle…” Chrysalis growled in warning, her nostrils flaring, her pupils dilating again.

Twilight licked her lips, the minty flavor clinging to her mouth, and her gaze fell on her chaise longue: the poor chair was covered in mixed fluids, the cushions dripping with precum, saliva and her own arousal; it was beyond saving. She looked around, and the realization of the mess they had made in her precious library was like a bucket of icy water; it would take hours to get rid of the smell alone! She shot Chrysalis a glance, and she guessed the changeling wouldn’t wait for her to get a mop and bucket; a flare of warmth in her lower stomach told her she could very well take care of the mess later anyway. But, they couldn’t continue here.

Wordlessly she trotted to the door, her tail flagged high. She heard Chrysalis whine piteously as she unlocked the door and stepped into the corridor beyond. She listened, making sure no one was home yet, but she could only hear the usual silence. She turned to her wife, the changeling seeming to be on the verge of frustrated tears, and she called with a husky voice.

“I’m going to my room.”

“As you wish.” Chrysalis spat, throwing her a venomous glare. “I don’t care, I’m sure that white unicorn whore will be more than happy to get a good rutting in your stead!”

“Well… I was hoping you’d join me,” Twilight smiled smugly as Chrysalis’ eyes widened, “but if you prefer trying your luck with Rarity…” She felt a new surge of arousal drip down her thighs, and Chrysalis’ expression turned ravenous. Yes, this was it, the way to control the changeling: lust. She shook her rump, fanning her tail to send her heated scent towards the panting changeling. “So, what will it b-”

“Run.” Chrysalis said calmly.

“W-what?”

“Run,” the changeling repeated, crouching like a cat, “if I catch you, I’ll take you where you stand. I don’t care if some pony finds us out there, I’ll just mount you and rut you senseless.” She growled, her enormous tongue darting out. “Since I’m a kind ruler, I’ll give you a head start. Ten, nine, eight, seven…”

Twilight broke into a gallop, her eyes wide and eager, her arousal dripping all over the floor as she ran for her room. The thought of being caught by one of her friends was almost as exciting as it was terrifying, and she almost slowed down purposefully, but a loud snarl echoed behind her. She was running as fast as she could in the next heartbeat, her monstrous wife in hot pursuit.

The hunt was on.