You are Celestia, in your mid-afternoon. Day Court was as it always was, partially making a difference in the lives of your little ponies, partially dealing with the bickering and maneuvering of the rich and elite. Quite frankly, you are tired and in need of soothing. Now where is your dear consort...

You cast a simple directional scrying spell, and set off. As you get closer, you realize you are heading towards Rarity's workshop. You don't want to intrude, however... You check the schedule. No, it is your turn to have Anom. When you arrive, you knock on the door.

"Come in~"

You enter to find Anom standing, clad in a pair of short shorts and a midriff-baring tank top. He is also obviously dissatisfied with it. Rarity turns to you and waves a hoof at him.

"What do you think, Darling? Too much? Too little?"

You tilt your head, considering. He crosses his arms, lifting an eyebrow. You grin.

"Oh, too much, definitely. Maybe if you could cut it off to here and here,"

Your magic lights up lines on the shorts following the curve of his hip down to the tantalizing bulge between his legs.

"And the shirt could be tighter."

Anom sighs.

"I don't mind dressing sexily for you, but can I at least have some comfortable, normal clothes?"

Rarity gazes up at you with her pretty blue eyes.

"Can you believe he even wants to cover his arms and legs in sleeves?"

You tilt your head, trying to imagine it.

"Wouldn't that make it harder to move? Not to mention always having it brush against your skin all the time, that would be so distracting."

Anom kneels before you, clasping his claws together pleadingly.

"Trust me on this, please."

You lean down and nuzzle against his cheek.

"Of course, dearest."

Rarity sighs.

"Very well. I shall have the first set ready by morning."

You smile at her.

"I'll be looking forward to it. Come along, Anom. I do believe it is my turn with you."

You sigh happily, sprawled on the carpet of your room. Anom kneels at your side, massaging the muscles of your left wing. You just melt, swaying gently with his ministrations.

"You know, Chrysalis found the oddest thing today."

You loll your head to the side.

"Oh? What was it?"

Anom finishes your wing and straddles your back. His warm, firm weight is somehow calming, and ever so slightly erotic.

"A replica of my cock. I wonder how that came to be?"

You give him an innocent look.

"That is a mystery."

He smirks, his knuckles digging into a knot in your withers. You groan at the pain and pleasure as your muscles relax under his hands.

"Equally mysteriously, she was using it rather thoroughly in your room."

You raise your eyebrows.

"I thought she was afraid of such things."

He shrugs.

"Maybe not if she is in control of the movement."

You consider how you might do that, your tail lashing back and forth. You spend a few more moments soaking up Anom's sweet attentions before the heat in your nethers becomes unbearable. You surge to your hooves, steadying Anom on your back with your magic. He squawks rather cutely. You trot towards the bed.

"Why don't I thank you for that massage?"

He leans forward, wrapping his arms around your neck, breath hot on your ear.

"Oh? And what do you have in mind?"

It feels too good, surely he was made to please mares. You let your magic play across his body as you set him down on the mattress.

"I'm sure I'll think of something fun we can do on the bed."

Pomf.

You are Rarity, trying not to fidget during dinner. Celestia agreed to meet afterwards, but in the meantime she has been sending you the occasional knowing, almost smug glance. It is maddening. Not to mention a distinctly...Anomalous scent lingering about her and your dear friend Twilight. It is so completely at odds with the decorum with which Celestia and Anom are conducting themselves.

You are a little proud of the latter, Anom is taking rather well to your lessons. Unbidden, the memory of Anom ravaging Celestia's mouth comes to mind. You sneak a look once more at the perfectly dignified princess. It's all just so... scandalous. You love it.

The two of you stand on a balcony overlooking the gardens as the sun sets. You draw a small bouquet from a satchel and present it to Celestia. Her eyes flicker across the selection. Calla Lily, for her magnificent beauty.

Begonia, her fanciful nature.

Hellebore, a scandal.

Snapdragon, your presumption.

Ivy geranium, a request to join her for the next dance.

She smiles, tucking it behind one ear.

"I'd be glad to, Lady Rarity."

Your heart thunders in your chest as you approach her. She kneels, her head drawing level with yours. You spend a long moment admiring her face from up close, from the elegant curves of her cheekbones to her luminous eyes. Then you lean forward and press your lips to hers. Your magic cups her head as your kisses become more passionate, and she responds in kind. Her mouth is sweet to your taste, her tongue sliding and coiling around your own. All too soon, she breaks the kiss, leaving you panting. For her part, her cheeks are fetchingly pink. Celestia grins at you, her eyes bright.

"That is what fascinated me about you from the start, how you mix decorum and audacity so well."

You lift your chin, feigning offense.

"Audacious? Moi? Perish the thought, I assure you that I merely identify my proper place in society and move to occupy it."

She giggles.

"Of course, how could I have thought otherwise? Tell me, what will you do now that you occupy your proper place?"

"My duty, of course."

You boop her nose with your magic.

"That is to say, I shall discover everything I can about you, get to know you inside and out, and use that knowledge to make us both as happy as possible."

Celestia blushes in earnest at your proclamation.

"I'd like that, Rarity."

You are Chrysalis, and in retrospect, you probably shouldn't have left the toy out on the dresser. Now you are standing around, waiting for Celestia to retire for the evening. The hiyuman waits opposite you, sitting on some cushions. He tries to hide it, but you taste his desire. It would be pitiful how easy he is to read, if he was not so dangerous to you.

"So, how was your day?"

You shift your weight from one leg to the other. Bipedal forms are always so awkward.

"Acceptable."

He nods, but you get a whiff of disappointment. You aren't used to accepting food as yourself. There is no pattern, no habits to fill in. You'll have to improvise.

"And how was your day?"

He blinks in surprise.

"It was..."

Anom rubs his face.

"Busy, but good. I think I'm going to like the new routine Twilight set up."

You taste flickers of desire and satisfaction. If only you could have replaced him, what love you could have eaten. Still, it is not as if you are going hungry, and you really only have to worry about one person being a danger. Your eyes flicker to the toy once more. Even after using it thoroughly, you are still fascinated by it. Such a simple shape, but the pleasure it provides...

You rub your thighs together at the memory. You feel a spike of lust, and quickly turn your gaze back towards the hiyuman. He blushes.

"I'm looking forward to tonight as well."

Oh yes, you did say he could watch.

"Good. Remember, always sate yourself with Celestia."

He grins.

"Like I could forget."

Reassuringly, you can sense his lust is muffled, not directed at you. You pause. You taste something sweet coming. The door opens, Celestia and Rarity walking side by side. Celestia looks at you and the hiyuman, then at her newest paramour.

"Rarity, to what extent would you say you want to join in?"

The unicorn eyes her options, and you can taste her curiosity.

"Far be it from me, to decline any new experiences."

Anom chuckles.

"As expected of Celestia's most favored pet."

Rarity blushes.

"I believe we shall have to compete for that title, darling."

Celestia's horn lights up, levitating the purple maned mare onto the bed, ignoring her yelp and protests.

"Then let's begin, my lovely little pony."

Rarity's fussing turns to cooing as the princess laps at her marehood. Anom walks closer to you.

"Looks fun, how about it?"

You lift an eyebrow at him.

"I believe Celestia is rather monopolizing Rarity at the moment."

He rolls his eyes.

"I meant, how about I go down on you? Or you could sit on my face, if that makes you more comfortable."

You stare at him.

"Sit... on your face?"

He nods.

"That way, you can get up whenever you want, and I make you feel good with my mouth."

You like the sound of having an escape option.

"Very well."

Anom shucks off his clothes and hops onto the bed. You approach cautiously as he lies down, his head near the foot of the bed. Lust wafts from him, laced with sweet affection. You can feel your body respond instinctively, growing warmer and wetter. You climb up, your knees on either side of his shoulders as you kneel over him. You feel vulnerable, even though you can plainly see he lacks the range of mobility to do any damage with his erection. You lower your pelvis slowly, until encounter soft, fleshy resistance. He kisses your sex.

"Ah!"

You can feel him hum in amusement. You'd be angrier, but whatever he is doing is making it hard to feel anything but pleasure. Your eyes drift close as you press yourself into his tender ministrations, losing yourself in the sensation. His chest is firm and warm under your hands, reassuring in some way. You lean forward, drawn by instinct and by scent.

There is a delicious reservoir of love before you. You lap at its warm, sweet waters, though only drops make it past your tongue. Anom moans beneath you, and you open your eyes. You stare at his balls in confusion. You look a little further down, to find his cock in your mouth. You blink, and in that momentary darkness, you can sense that reservoir again, so close, but so maddeningly far. Your mind is thick with lust, both your own and Anom's. You don't even have to think about it, you suck greedily at his stamen, your tongue politely and insistently petitioning for his nectar.

You grind against his face, your arousal coating his mouth and chin. With a muffled groan, he opens the floodgates. Your mouth is filled with his cum, his lust, his love. You swallow again and again, almost drowning in his essence. Love and power suffuses your being, performing an unknown alchemy on the hiyuman seed you have swallowed. Your form burns away in a green flame. Your wings buzz in happiness.

You are back!

Anom's dick falls from your open mouth, and you leap onto the floor. You gaze at yourself in the mirror, eyes wide. It's your old, familiar body, with every hole and antenna just as you remembered.

"Huh, so that's what you normally look like."

You turn to face the hiyuman, bracing yourself. He just smiles.

"You look pretty cool, Chrysalis."

You can taste the sincerity, as well as Celestia's and Rarity's wariness.

...

"Thank you."

You smile a little, feeling safer than you have in days. You have your magic back, you have control of your form, you have a steady supply of food and a secure nes-

Oh.

You turn to Celestia, feeling more full than you have in years.

"Do you have a room where I can lay our eggs?"

Celestia blinks, then breathes a sigh of relief.

"How does the treasury sound?"

Deep in the castle, accessible by only her most trusted subjects.

"I'll need the key..."

Celestia smiles wryly.

"I think I can arrange that."

~

Dear Mom and Dad,

I'm glad to hear you are doing alright, and I miss you too. Oh, and tell Terra Incognita sorry for me. If this is what it was like getting tickled by someone older and stronger than you so often, well, I'd probably still have tickled her, just less. Luna is pretty nice aside from that, so I won't hold it against her.
On to the good news, I have finally joined my siblings in giving you grandchildren. Sorry it took so long, but I think you'll agree that my 13 make up for the wait. Names and pictures will be at the end of the letter, but you can get a general idea if you think xenomorph. Thankfully, they skipped the facehugger stage and aren't especially acidic. They're a pretty big handful, but Chrysalis used to raising lots of kids at once, so it works out. Let me tell you, seeing her in a cuddle pile with all the kids is pretty adorable, once you get past the whole insect thing. In related news, Celestia got pretty competitive about it, so expect another grandchild in about 7 months.
Not much more to say, really. Life is good, the wives are lovely, and I'm looking forward to seeing you all again once we figure things out from this end. Then we can have one of the strangest family reunions, but we've always been an odd family.

Your son,

Anonymous

P.S.: When we do speak again, I'm going to have the weirdest accent. Hopefully there won't be too much lost in translation.
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