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—Takes place shortly after CRISIS: New World Order - Chapter 13—

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“Aye, I said it!” Sundial shouted, getting right in Bluebolt’s face. “I shagged Weaver, and he’s a bloody good shag too! He’s packing! I don’t know what that means either, but he is because I say he is! Are ye happy now?!”

Sundial sat alone at the bar of a small lounge in the cafeteria at Hope’s Point’s royal palace, her only company a small cup of half-finished coffee and a plate of biscuits that she’d barely even touched. She was used to dealing with hangovers after a few years of what some might call irresponsible drinking, so it wasn’t the mild headache that bothered her, or the bright lights of the cafeteria, or the distant clinking of silverware as guards and servants enjoyed their own breakfasts at proper tables.

No, it was the events of the night prior that were bothering her now.

She mulled over the events in her mind for the fifth time since she’d woken up that morning. She recalled taking Weaver out for dinner and a few drinks after being of some service to Queen Blackburn by giving her all sorts of information to better prepare her for the coming threats from up north. The pair then returned to their shared room at the royal palace. Sundial could recall the sorts of things that they’d discussed, about their friends and their plans for the future. She also distinctly remembered deciding, when her inhibitions were suitably lowered and Weaver was suitably relaxed, she was going to make her move.

That… had been a mistake.

Oh, not actually making the move, no. If Weaver’s reaction was anything to go by, Rarity’s advice had been sound and Sundial knew that the two of them had a mutual physical attraction for one another.

Her timing, though, could have been better. They’d both been so drunk that they could hardly move or think properly, and so what was supposed to be an evening of good shagging amounted only to… nothing. Weaver had fallen asleep less than a few minutes into her sloppy, drunken attempts at foreplay, and she’d joined him a moment later, too tired to care.

That wasn’t even the worst part. She’d hoped that come morning, she’d be able to talk with him about it and maybe they’d have another try. But, to her disappointment, they’d been woken up by one of the palace’s servants as Weaver’s presence was requested by Queen Blackburn for a follow-up to their meeting… and she’d specifically asked that Sundial not be present. Oh, Sundial had given the servant an earful about that, but she couldn’t go against the Queen’s wishes when they needed her to get across the sea.

And that’s how Sundial found herself where she was now. Alone with her thoughts and filled with regret. Last night was supposed to be special, and the only thing she could think of was how badly she’d fucked it up by allowing herself and Weaver to get too drunk.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a pretty, silver-coated earth pony mare with a lovely blonde mane, wearing a button-up white shirt with all the buttons undone, took a seat at the bar next to her. She just lifted her head from the table to glare at the intruder, who didn’t even look at her at first, just got the bartender’s attention and ordered a few maple donuts. The mare looked like she'd had a wild evening, given how disheveled the shirt was.

At which point she shifted gently and gave Sundial a sunny smile. “I’ve found that I like the maple ones the best,” she said matter-of-factly. "The donuts, I mean."

Sundial just stared blankly at this mare, eyes half-lidded from both exhaustion and confusion, then licked her lips to get her mouth ready to move. “Do ye mind, lass?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m trying ta have a moment alone here, if ye couldn’t bloody tell,” Sundial grumbled.

“Oh, I could tell,” the mare said with a smile. She thanked the bartender as he brought her the donuts, then took a hungry bite from one. “Ooh, that’s tasty," she said with a satisfied moan. "These must be fresh out of the fryer.”

“Lass—”

“I can tell that you’re having a moment alone, but I really don’t think that’s helping anypony, do you?” She shook her head. “I hate seeing ponies so distressed.”

Sundial narrowed her eyes and lifted herself off the bar counter enough to give the mare a look of indignation. “Who the bloody hell do ye think ye are, eh? Mind yer own business.”

“Oh, I would, but the well-being of those important to me is my business, hmm?” The mare turned to Sundial, a mouthful of maple donut, and smiled. In that moment, her eyes changed from a lush green to a fierce red with black slits for pupils, then shifted back again.

That gave Sundial pause. “Aculeata? What the bloody hell—”

The other mare held a hoof up to her lips and swallowed her donut.

Sundial nodded briefly. “But… what’re ye doing traipsing around all… incognito? I thought ye were a guest here?”

Acuelata shifted her head back and forth in thought. “Certainly, but I don’t wish to coop myself up in my guest quarters, luxurious though they may be. Queen Blackburn fully understands my need to stretch my legs and observe the city that is to be my new home, but naturally it is wiser to do so in the guise of another, hmm?”

“Aye… I suppose it would.” Sundial gave a little smirk. “Have ye found a donor for your next clutch yet?”

“Yes, indeed I have," Aculeata said with a smile as she tenderly rubbed her stomach. Sundial knew what that meant: the changeling queen had already collected from some lucky stallion. "I will not bore you with the particulars, but I believe that my next clutch will come from quite excellent stock. This city has a veritable smorgasbord of potential mates.” She then gave Sundial a knowing look. “However, I am aware that you did not fare so well last night.”

Sundial froze up and gulped. “Ye… ye do?”

“I do, and it distresses me so.” Aculeta looked up at the ceiling in contemplation. “I felt the spark of joy between you and another the night before, for yours is so rare that I recognized it instantly. Then that joy progressed to lust, and I prepared myself to feed upon the rush of raw emotion. But then… nothing.”

“Aye… nothing indeed,” Sundial grumbled.

“Might I ask what happened, my friend? Never before have I witnessed such a thing, to feel such a strong emotional impulse just suddenly cease.”

Sundial sighed and explained everything to Aculeata. The changeling queen didn’t seem surprised that Weaver had been her partner, and Sundial didn’t feel self-conscious about saying that he was. Not to her, at least.

“I see. That is most unusual,” Aculeata said, stroking her chin. “Do you intend to make another attempt tonight?”

“Aye… I was hoping ta give it another try while we were sober, but… I dunno…”

“What’s wrong?”

“When he left this morning, Weaver didn’t seem… interested. I know part o’ that is him just… not understanding how these things work, but… it still worries me. Did I bugger this up?”

Aculeata set her hoof on Sundial’s shoulder. “My friend… my dear friend, please, do not think that way. Trust me when I say he feels the same. I could sense it. I think that Weaver is unfamiliar with sexual experiences and doesn’t know how to express himself properly yet.”

Sundial grumbled and set her chin back on the counter. “Aye… and I’m not much better, ta be honest.”

Aculeata hummed, tapping her chin. “No, this will not do.”

“Huh?”

“You are my friend, Sundial, so it does not sit well with me to see you unhappy. And that is besides the fact that your disappointment tastes… bland and unsatisfying,” Aculeata said with an uncomfortable gulp. “No, you are my friend, and the well-being of my friends is second only to the well-being of my hive.”

“Well… uh, thanks for taking such an interest in this, I guess?” Sundial said, eyebrow raised. “So, what’re ye trying ta tell me? Do ye have advice or something on how I can salvage this?”

Aculeata turned to Sundial and her eyes briefly flashed their normal color. “Oh no, my friend. Much more than that.”

Later that evening, Sundial sat on the edge of the bed in her and Weaver’s room, so many thoughts, worries, and concerns flitting about in her head that she was starting to get a headache. One thought, though, dominated most of the others:

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

She turned to look at the nearby sofa, which Queen Aculeata lounged upon in her natural form. It was rather surreal seeing the large, sharp body of the changeling queen, what with all of its fearsome insectoid components, seated gently on a dainty, fancy sofa that wasn't really meant for more than one pony at a time try to support a creature of her size and shape. How the sofa didn’t break under the queen’s weight was astounding.

The queen had only arrived minutes before, having spent the day tending to her children. Sundial had spent the day since breakfast agonizing over whether or not Aculeata’s plan was the best decision, but had decided that at this point, she didn’t have much to lose. At worst she'd have to finish herself off with her hoof tonight, and that wasn't exactly alien to her.

When Weaver—dressed in his skin-tight uniform—arrived a few moments later, he entered the room without knocking, as Sundial had left the door unlocked. “Oh,” he said as he walked in and saw Sundial first, seated on the bed. “Hello Sundial. Forgive me for not being in contact all day—”

“It’s alright, Weaver,” Sundial said with a slight smile, glad that he was concerned about that sort of thing. “Queen Blackburn kept me in the loop, so I knew ye were going ta miss our dinner plans. So? How was having dinner with the queen o’ Hope’s Point?”

“Interesting,” Weaver said, as always keeping things short and sweet. “We spoke at length on the nature of my powers and how they work. I have heard she was smart, but… well, I believe that is an understatement. Her intelligence and cunning dwarfs any pony I’ve ever known.”

“Aye, she’s got that kind o’ reputation.”

Weaver turned and gave a short bow to Aculeata. “Your Majesty. I did not think we would see each other again until we returned from our mission.”

Aculeata chuckled into her hoof, her voice reverberating in the air. “Weaver, you don’t need to bow to me. My title of ‘Queen’ is not one of noble blood or royalty, after all, but of my biological role.”

“Ah. It must be different between yourself and Queen Blackburn, then. Interesting.” Weaver tilted his head and looked between Sundial and Aculeata. “I am confused as to why you have come to visit us, though. Did I forget a meeting we had planned? Not that I don’t enjoy your visit, it is just unexpected.”

Sundial smirked. “Och, don’t sound so bloody formal, lad. Friends can visit friends when they want, aye? Well, Aculeata is my friend—yours too—and she decided ta pay us a wee visit.”

“Oh. Yes, that sounds nice.” Weaver smiled and gave Aculeata a brief nod. “It is good to see you, Your Majesty. How is your hive faring here in the big city?”

“Very well, thank you for asking,” Aculeata said with a smile as well, showing off a row of fanged teeth. “Queen Blackburn has been very accommodating to myself and my children. I know little of the fierce reputation she has with most ponies, for I have only heard of her from Tick Tock’s stories and she presented her as a generous, compassionate ruler.”

“Aye, just one that’d be willing ta kill ya if it kept her ponies safe,” Sundial added with a grin.

“A sentiment I share and understand completely.” Aculeata cleared her throat. “But I am not here to discuss myself, Weaver. The intent of my visit is to assist you and Sundial is some…” She clicked her mandibles. “Deeply personal matters.”

Weaver quirked an eyebrow. “Huh?”

Sundial tapped her hooves together, unable to resist the blush that came to her face. “Uh… Weaver, how much do ye remember from last night? Starting from when we came back after drinking.”

Weaver tapped his chin. “We snuck back into the palace at a late hour, just past two in the morning according to you. I remember coming into our room, and we talked and made jokes… though the exact words of our conversation I don’t recall,” he said, a little sheepish. “Sorry.”

“That’s alright, lad, I don’t remember the exact conversations, either.” Sundial averted her eyes from him for a moment and ran a hoof through her mane. “I, uh… I do remember ye asking if I’d let ye come along with me ta travel the world after we finished this mission down south.”

“Yes,” Weaver said, a smile creeping on his face. “That I do remember. I wanted a chance to experience what the world has to offer now that I have my freedom, and I very much wanted to travel with you.”

“Aye…” Sundial looked to Aculeata briefly, who just bore a little grin on her face, then back to Weaver. “Anything else?”

Weaver raised an eyebrow. “I recall you asking me to take off my clothes so we could sleep together in a different fashion, then us trying to get comfortable for several minutes during which you spent an inordinate amount of time touching my groin.”

Aculeata chuckled into her hoof, earning a sharp look from Sundial.

“I know we fell asleep soon after that. So… did we sleep together the way you intended?”

Sundial rubbed the back of her head. “We… tried. But, uh… I think we might have been a wee bit too drunk ta actually, y’know… do the deed. Ye fell asleep before I could get anything done, and I… I didn’t do much better. So, uh… no. We didn’t.”

Weaver paused, then nodded. “But you wanted to.”

“Aye.” Sundial paused, then coughed into her hoof to avoid looking at him. “Aye… I did.”

“Then I am sure that I did as well,” Weaver said matter-of-factly. “I very much enjoy your company, Sundial, and that sort of experience sounds new and exciting. I am sorry that there was a problem last night.” He looked to Aculeata. “Is that why you’re here? To help with our ‘sleeping’ problem?”

Aculeata let out another laugh, which reverberated in the room. “Nothing gets past you, does it?”

She looked to Sundial, who couldn’t meet her gaze and looked anywhere in the room she could but at Aculeata or Weaver; one tile on the ceiling was very interesting right now.

The changeling queen rose off the sofa and approached Weaver. “As you know, I am acquainted with the sensations of every emotion and feeling there is. Tell me Weaver, do you find Sundial…” She clicked her mandibles as she searched for the word. “Attractive?”

Weaver tilted his head briefly, then considered the ground for a moment much as Sundial was with the ceiling. “I… is that what that feeling is? Attraction?”

“Describe it to me.”

Weaver paused, but did not look up from the ground when he replied. “Whenever Sundial and I are alone together, at times I find myself looking her way and there is a… tingling? Or an itch? There is a sensation in me that I do not understand. I only know that I feel it whenever I spend time with Sundial… when I speak with her, look at her, or touch her.”

“And Sundial, do you—”

Sundial threw her hooves up in exasperation. “Yes, dammit! For the past month, every time I look at this bloke lately all I can think about is how fucking good-looking he is! I mean… just look at him! He’s got such a cute face, and so many muscles, and I never thought I was attracted ta scars but here we bloody are!”

Aculeata gave Weaver a brief once-over, a sultry smile on her face. “I had at one point considered requesting for him to be my new clutch’s donor. It was only your feelings for him that stopped me, my friend, for I could never do that to you.”

Sundial blinked, caught off-guard. The changeling queen thought that Weaver was good enough stock to breed with? That was rather surprising. Not that Weaver was good enough, no, but that Sundial felt she was good enough to even have somepony like that. No stallion had ever paid her much attention, so she just figured...

“Ah… w-well, thanks for that then?”

“But yes, Weaver, to answer your earlier question, I am here to assist you two with your ‘sleeping’ problem. I have come to understand that neither of you have been with a mate before, and what kind of friend would I be if I let you too just… thrash about in bed and call it a night? No no, that simply will not do. These things need to be done properly.”

Aculeata took Weaver’s hoof and drew him over to the bed so that he could sit beside Sundial.

“Over the many years living in Goldridge, I admit that I have not repaid the generosity of Tick Tock and Pewter adequately, for the opportunity has never presented itself and… I will likely never have the chance before they return home. So, I will consider this a task I can lend my particular… expertise to,” she said, clicking her mandibles. “It will still not be enough to repay those two for their generosity, but I see assisting their ward as a start.”

Sundial glanced briefly at Weaver, then blushed and turned away, not sure why this whole situation was making her feel so nervous. To her surprise Weaver seemed equally nervous, at least from what she could tell.

“So, friends, let us proceed. I shall guide you both in this night of passion, if you will allow me.”

Sundial nodded briefly. “Aye, yeah… if ye insist…” She still couldn’t believe she agreed to this and something about it all was making her very uncomfortable. Was it the way Aculeata was looking at the two of them? No… it was the way Aculeata looked at the moment. It was unsettling.

Weaver also nodded, but didn’t speak up.

Aculeata looked between the two and rolled her eyes. “This is going to be harder than I thought, isn’t it? Oh dear. What seems to be the problem?”

Sundial quickly coughed into her hoof again. “D-don’t take this the wrong way, Aculeata, I… I appreciate this, I do, but… well, it’s kind o’ hard for me ta get in the mood when ye’re au naturale.”

Sundial gestured towards Aculeata’s body, causing the changeling queen to glance down and observe herself: the armored carapace that could stop an anti-material shell from airship-mounted weaponry; the scorpion tail that carried a lethal venom that could kill a pony in less than a day; the pointed limbs that could pierce through solid steel; the rows of razor-sharp fangs hidden behind mandibles; the dragonfly wings that glistened in the room's dim light.

Sundial didn’t need to say much more, really; Aculeata was a killing machine in her natural form. Some might consider that a turn-on. She, however, did not.

“Ah. Forgive me, I had forgotten that this form is… disconcerting for most in this sort of environment,” Aculeata said, clicking her mandibles. She didn’t seem upset in the least; Sundial knew the changeling queen would be the first to agree with the assessment. “Then I shall take another form. Since this is your evening, perhaps you two have a suggestion?”

Sundial pondered this for a moment, trying to think on somepony she would find appropriate. It would have to be somepony she felt comfortable around, particularly in an intimate sort of environment. Not only that, but Weaver would need to be comfortable with them in such an environment too. That didn’t leave a lot of options.

Bluebolt? No, Sundial would feel fine with it—the princess had supposedly had a crush on her when they were younger—but Weaver wasn't particular close.

Apple Bloom? She was just distant enough from the two of them that it might be okay, and they were all on pretty good terms. But no, just being on good terms wasn't good enough.

Not Rarity or Tick Tock, no. Rarity had already given Sundial so much advice on making this work that if she was going to have Rarity join them she'd just ask the mare herself. And Tick Tock, oh no, Sundial wouldn't dream of having the mare she considered a mother sharing a bed with her like that.

Weaver then spoke up. “What about Flurry Heart? I would feel comfortable having Flurry here to help me with another new experience. She has always been there for me.”

Sundial was about to object, then stopped herself when she realized that Weaver was onto something. She and Flurry were very close at this point, close enough that she dared to consider Flurry her best friend; Flurry was also close with Weaver, as she and Flurry were entirely responsible for liberating him from slavery to the Overseer. The trio were also not shy around one another when it came to things like nudity; hell, Flurry didn’t even need to wear clothes in the world she was from.

“Yeah… I think that’d work. I mean… I’d love ta just ask the mare herself ta do this, but, uh… I don’t want ta scar the lass, y’know?" Sundial chuckled. "Besides… maybe ye could just be a little… I don’t know, ‘off’?”

Aculeata seemed to weigh the suggestion heavily, then gave a slow, understanding nod. “Typically I do not take the form of another, but I can certainly get around that with some differences. Very well, if you think that would put you both at ease, then I shall take the form—”

With a brief flare of magic, Aculeata’s shape changed into an exact copy of Flurry Heart. Every last detail was precisely perfect, from the curves of her legs to her height, down to the precise shape of her muzzle. Only a few details were different: when Aculeata opened her eyes, they weren’t Flurry Heart’s but her own, complete with slit-like pupils; she didn't have a cutie mark at all; her horn was different, bent with a curve halfway; the other was her missing wings, but Sundial knew Aculeata didn’t know that was an inaccuracy, since she didn’t know Flurry was an alicorn. Naturally, she was naked, but then Flurry wouldn’t be bothered by that in the least.

“—of Flurry Heart,” Aculeata finished in a perfect imitation of Flurry’s voice. "With a couple of changes, of course. I would feel awful if I was a complete duplicate given what we are prepared to do."

Sundial smirked and shook her head. “She’ll bloody well kill me if she ever finds out. First because we didn’t ask her… then because we didn’t ask her. Heh.” She cleared her throat. “So, uh… are we all good to go now?”

Aculeata-as-Flurry nodded. “Yes, very much so. So, let’s begin, hmm? I think the first order of business should be obvious: getting undressed, yes? I believe I have already done so.”

Both Sundial and Weaver nodded and did as asked, stripping off their clothing before returning to the bed. The two shared a few glances at one another without it being awkward, seeing as they’d not only seen each other naked plenty of times. They’d even cuddled together in sleeping bags and beds and such without a problem, so why have one now? Sundial even let her mane down just for the occasion.

“Seeing as this is all about first times and such,” Aculeata-as-Flurry continued, “I think we can skip a few things here and there in order to get to the step I know that Sundial has been craving since Weaver walked into the room.”

“Hey…” Sundial grunted.

“Oh, don’t argue with me, dear. You’ve been eager for this since last night, and I’ve sensed the lust growing in you all evening. Particularly when I mentioned that I’d considered taking Weaver as my clutch donor. Does knowing your chosen partner is worthy of breeding the changeling queen… excite you?”

Sundial blushed and tried not to meet Weaver’s gaze when he looked her way.

"Well? Does it?" the queen teased, putting her hoof on her stomach. Her horn had a dull pink glow. "Ah, yes it does. You're excited at the thought that your mate was worthy of breeding me, and that he will instead be breeding you. Not an uncommon fetish—"

“Yes! Dammit, yes!" Sundial blurted. "Forgot ye could sense that shite."

"I think I missed a part of this conversation," Weaver said, tilting his head. "What's all this about me breeding—"

"So, uh, how do ye want us ta do this?” Sundial interrupted, ignoring him.

Aculeata grinned. “Well, I have always been of the opinion that foreplay is important to any sexual experience, but I think we should ease you both into that. Hmm…” The changeling queen hopped up onto the bed with the two of them, moving up towards the pillows by the headboard. “Sundial, come here.”

Sundial shrugged and scooted her way up the bed.

“First—” Aculeata plopped Sundial’s balmoral hat back onto Sundial’s head. “—keep this on. You look adorable in it and that will add to the experience.”

“Uh… if you say so?” Sundial said, adjusting her hat so it was comfortable on her head.

“Now, I want you to present yourself to your partner. Like so.”

Before Sundial could even shift herself into the proper position—she knew what Aculeata meant—the changeling queen demonstrated the precise pose that she was expecting: hind legs spread apart, hindquarters way up in the air, forelegs bent slightly, tail hitched over her back, and face resting gently on a pillow.

Sundial was tempted to make a comment, but she was distracted by the fact that it wasn’t Aculeata’s body doing this, but Flurry Heart’s. She’d commented to the alicorn princess that she was incredibly attractive, expressing surprise that she hadn’t so much as kissed a colt or even, stars forbid, held a colt’s hoof. Flurry’s father was apparently… over-protective to a degree that surprised Sundial, having never experienced anything like that herself.

So seeing Flurry Heart bent over in such a lewd pose gave Sundial pause. Not because she was attracted to her in any way—Sundial wasn’t into mares—but because it was just so… enticing. Like forbidden fruit, in a sense. How Aculeata knew what Flurry’s pussy looked like or if it was of her own imagining, Sundial didn’t know, and she wasn’t sure which was better. A glance back at Weaver told her that he felt much the same, since he was averting his gaze, as if it was wrong to look at Flurry that way.

Sundial briefly chuckled to herself, noting the absurdity of it all, then got into the same pose as Aculeata-as-Flurry. “Alright, now what?”

The changeling queen shifted out of the pose and clicked her tongue. “Hmm… almost. Allow me to make some adjustments.”

Sundial was about to argue when Aculeata just proceeded to make her adjustments on her own. Her horn was alight and tugged at the pegasus in certain spots to position her just right while her hooves did the same with larger bits. Sundial felt like a foal’s action figure being posed just so in preparation for being put into a display case.

“Aaaand, there,” Aculeata said with a wide grin. “Perfect. Comfortable, is it not?”

Sundial paused, then nodded slightly on the pillow. “Uh… yeah, actually. This isn’t bad. Feels kind o’... natural?”

“Of course! This is the natural breeding position that many ponies and kirins tend to take from my experience.” Aculeata dropped down to Sundial’s ear and whispered, “I have taken many partners just like this. You’re going to love it.”

Aculeata then clapped her hooves and turned to Weaver. “And now, our stallion! Weaver, come over here.” She tapped the bed just behind Sundial’s leg. “Don’t be shy.”

Weaver nodded and did as he was asked, crawling onto the bed and seating himself just behind Sundial’s raised butt. Sundial found herself suddenly very conscious of the fact that she was presenting herself for him.

Sundial then felt Aculeata’s hooves each take hold of one of her flanks and, like she was opening a book, spreading her open enough that Weaver got an unobstructed view of the goods. The queen’s magic even hiked Sundial’s tail up just to be sure.

“So, Weaver,” Aculeata-as-Flurry cooed, “your mare is presenting herself to you, but before you can mark her as yours, you must prepare her for what’s to come.”

Sundial was barely able to glance behind herself enough to see what was going on behind her, and saw Weaver tilt his head, confused. Bless the lad’s heart, he has no idea what’s going on, she thought.

“Mark her as my own? How would I do that?” he asked, both curious and innocent in his ignorance.

“We’ll get to that, my eager friend,” Acuelata added, giggling into her hoof. “Now, your partner’s entrance must be wet in order to make what comes later easy and comfortable for you both. She will become wet when she’s excited, so we will have to excite her, won’t we?”

Sundial rolled her eyes. “Yer Majesty, ye don’t need ta talk ta him like he’s a foal in school, aye?”

“Perhaps,” Aculeata said, and Sundial could just hear the smirk on her lips, “but your chosen mate is the sort who listens to and follows directions like a professional, so I am merely ensuring that he receives the best instructions he can. But I understand what you mean. I will be more… to the point, if that is to your liking?”

“I appreciate that, Your Majesty,” Weaver said with a nod.

“So, to the point it is. Weaver, a stallion has more than just his penis to use to stimulate his mare. He also has his hooves, though I have found that most mares much prefer tongues.”

Sundial gulped and prepared herself for Weaver’s tongue.

To her surprise, though, Aculeata next said, “Allow me to demonstrate.” Then, she leaned down and ran her tongue along Sundial’s folds before diving inside.

One thing Sundial noticed immediately was that it was not Flurry’s tongue that had just entered her. Not because she paid much attention to what Flurry’s tongue looked like, no, but because Aculeata-as-Flurry’s tongue was much too long and had a definite fork at the tip. If Flurry’s tongue was this long, Sundial was sure that she’d be making somepony very happy someday.

The other thing that Sundial noticed was that this felt good, so she couldn’t exactly stop herself from letting out a sudden gasp of excitement. She definitely didn’t expect Aculeata to continue for some ten seconds or so. It wasn’t enough to get Sundial terribly excited, but it was enough to make her miss the changeling queen’s long tongue when it was gone.

“Now, your turn,” Aculeata-as-Flurry said to Weaver.

Sundial watched Weaver nod, lean forward, breathing heavily as he neared her snatch— the air rushing over her folds felt exciting—then mimic Aculeata’s exact movements. Though his tongue was not as long as the changeling queen’s, it was certainly wider and rougher. This was its own thing entirely as far as pleasuring the pegasus was concerned. While Aculeata’s tongue reached deep, Weaver was able to brush along the entirety of Sundial’s pussy with no trouble at all.

The pegasus couldn’t help but whimper and groan as Weaver pleasured her orally, and was pleased that he was such a quick learner. Maybe she was too quick to chastise Aculeata’s training technique.

“That’s very good,” Aculeata said, stroking Weaver’s mane; Sundial figured the changeling queen didn’t need verbal confirmation from Sundial that he was doing a good job, since her moans were enough. “You’re a natural.”

“Mmf frf,” Weaver said without drawing his mouth away; the act of trying to talk with a mouthful of mare made Sundial quiver, both from how goofy it was and from how it reverberated against her folds.

“But foreplay is more than just about the actions performed,” the changeling queen continued. “It’s about the sensations—the sensory experience. You can tell Sundial is feeling good, right? You feel how wet she is around your muzzle?”

Weaver nodded gently, earning another quiver from Sundial.

“Good. But what about your other senses? What does she smell like? Taste like?”

Weaver pulled away and seemed to be giving it some thought, leaving Sundial with a sudden lack of pleasure that she found very annoying. Annoying enough to make her forget how self-conscious and embarrassing it was that Weaver was being asked how she smelled down there. Sure, she’d bathed hours ago, but still.

“Oy! Can we save this part for after—”

“Hush hush,” Aculeata-as-Flurry said, batting Sundial’s ear. “This is as much for his enjoyment as yours, my dear, don’t rush things.”

Weaver paused for a moment then gave a slow shake of his head. “She smells… pleasant. Um… kind of sweet. Like molasses? That’s good, right?”

Sundial squirmed a little. “Bloody hell, can we not talk about how my cunt smells?"

Aculeata grinned. “And the taste?”

“Also kind of sweet. Like… old cookies? Biscuits?”

“And do you like that?”

Weaver paused again, then gave Sundial’s pussy another long, slow, and deliberate lick with his tongue, earning a little yelp from her. Then, he nodded. “Yes.”

Sundial put a spare pillow over her head so the others couldn’t see how red her face was. “I regret everything.”

Aculeata-as-Flurry giggled and gently rubbed Sundial’s back. “Don’t worry, Sundial, you’ll have your chance in a moment. Speaking of which—”

Sundial heard Weaver give a sudden grunt of surprise.

“—there we go. My my…” Aculeata said with a trill of excitement. “Sundial, dear… I must say, you’ve made an excellent choice. You're very brave.”

Sundial raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what that means.”

“You will.” She cleared her throat. “Weaver, now you will present yourself for your mare. Come around front here. That’s a good colt.”

Sundial felt Weaver’s weight shifting the bed as he crawled up towards where her head was located. She still had her head buried between two pillows so she couldn’t see, but she knew what was going on.

“Okay now take a seat right there and— really, Sundial, there’s no need to hide,” Aculeata huffed. Sundial felt the changeling queen yank one pillow off of her head. “Your partner is ready for his turn.”

Sundial snorted. “Yeah, I get it. It’s only… fair… bloody hell…”

She’d seen Weaver naked enough times to “accidentally” catch a view or two of his sheath, and last night she’d managed to almost coax him out of it before the evening was ruined by snores, but now was an entirely different story. Now she had a full view of Weaver’s fully-erect cock and swollen balls right in her face, and she was… well, a lot of things. Excited, certainly; her wings were fully extended, something she’d not dealt with since she was a teenager. Impressed, probably. Scared, maybe. But mostly, she was surprised.

Sundial didn’t have any sort of scale by which to judge if she was supposed to be impressed with Weaver’s size, actually, but she knew how big she was and how big he was, and knew that a blowjob was going to be difficult, and that full-on penetration might be more so. The dark brown color was a pleasant contrast to his lighter brown coat and only made it stand out more.

“Hmm hmm, it would seem you are quite transfixed, my friend,” Aculeata-as-Flurry whispered in her ear.

“Huh?” Sundial muttered, not looking away from her prize. "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening."

“I said that preparing your stallion is much the same as preparing a mare: his shaft must be slick and well-lubricated to minimize any difficulty in penetration.”

Sundial gulped. “R-right, makes sense.”

“Much like a stallion, a mare also has hooves and a mouth and tongue with which to pleasure their partner. Allow me to demonstrate.” And with that, Aculeata-as Flurry took Weaver’s cock and used her long tongue to lick him from the base all the way to the tip before taking it all into her mouth in one go without even the slightest bit of discomfort.

Sundial had earlier felt that watching “Flurry Heart” present herself to Weaver like she was in heat to be something so strangely out of place that it was arousing. That was nothing compared to watching “Flurry Heart” take a cock like Weaver’s deep down her throat like it was no big deal, as easy as breathing; the damn thing didn’t look like it even had any right to fit. It was arousing. Very arousing.

As she’d done with Sundial, Aculeata-as-Flurry did not suck Weaver’s cock for more than ten or so seconds, and when she drew her head away, she didn’t even seem to need to take a moment to catch her breath. “Now it’s your turn, my friend. Though I must warn you to be gentle and take it slow; Weaver might be too much for you at first, but—”

Sundial growled, hating it when anypony told her what she could or couldn't handle. “Just… move aside!”

She slowly rose from her position, following the changeling’s example to lick every inch of Weaver’s cock, caressing every vein, running over the medial ring, and even encircling the tip. Then, she took his tip into her mouth and proceeded to force it into her mouth.

She was slow and careful, making sure to take deliberate, deep breaths through her nose, but even so, Weaver was big enough to make it difficult to do anything but go at an agonizing pace. Her throat clenched up as if trying to get this massive choking hazard out, but she resisted the urge to gag. How the changeling queen could take it so far without stopping was just… unnerving.

“That’s it, breathe,” Aculeata cooed, stroking Sundial’s back. “But don’t focus entirely on what you’re doing. Take a moment to look into your partner’s eyes. To see his enjoyment.” She paused and chuckled. “Or… in this case, concern. Hmm… that’s a new one.”

Sundial glanced up to see that Weaver’s face was a mixture of conflicting emotions. His red cheeks and labored breaths were enough that she knew she was doing a good job and that he was enjoying this, but his eyes flickered with the concern that Aculeata has mentioned. Was he worried for her? That she couldn’t handle it?

Just you bloody watch me!

She made sure to keep her eyes locked with his as she kept going, faster and farther than before, until she managed to reach the medial ring. Then she pulled up so that just his slightly-flared tip was in her mouth, then dove back down again, faster this time. And again. And again. All the while keeping her eyes locked with his, a fierce expression on her face.

Aculeata chuckled. “Interesting.” She gave Weaver a little smile. “I think your concern is wasted on your mare, Weaver. She’s got a fighting spirit.”

“Y-yes… she does…” Weaver groaned.

Sundial pulled her mouth off Weaver's dick, letting a thick glob of saliva loose from her mouth in the process. “Damn right I do, and don’t ye bloody forget it! Just who the hell do ye think ye are, giving me those doe eyes, eh? I’m not a little princess that ye need ta coddle. Not in a scrap, not in conversation, and not in bed. Got that?”

Weaver just stared at her, then smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

Sundial snapped her head to Aculeata. “So, can we move on now?”

Aculeata smirked. “How does he smell?”

Sundial paused and considered this, realizing she hadn’t really taken in his scent while she had the opportunity. Determined to get things moving, she lowered her muzzle down to Weaver’s balls and inhaled. Her nostrils were met with the musk of a stallion that had been doing physical work all day while wrapped up in a skin-tight uniform that sealed everything in, and who hadn’t bathed before he returned to the hotel room.

In other words, Sundial shuddered and let out a satisfied groan once she’d breathed him in. “Like a stallion~”

This got a laugh out of Aculeata. “Well put, Sundial, well put. He does have a certain musk, doesn’t he?”

Now it was Weaver who seemed a little self-conscious. “Is that bad? I did not have time to bathe—”

Sundial took another nose full of his musk. “No, it’s not bad at all, lad~”

She made a mental note to tell him that the next time they did this, to make sure that he didn’t bathe immediately beforehand. Afterwards, sure, whatever, but getting rid of this scent was… it was criminal. She wasn't supposed to go into heat for at least another month but his scent made her feel like she was.

“Um… okay?” Weaver said, blinking with a complete lack of understanding.

“One more question, Sundial,” the changeling queen asked.

“Hmm?” Sundial said, still enjoying the lingering scent in her nose.

“How did it feel having your partner inside your throat? Describe it.”

Sundial turned red. “I… I don’t know what you mean?”

“Sucking on a stallion’s cock is a profoundly different sensation than, say… sucking on a popsicle. What made it different, in your mind?”

Sundial blinked. “Och… wow, okay. Well, for one, he’s bigger than any popsicle I’ve ever had before.”

The queen laughed. “Yes, obviously, but that’s not what I meant. Your partner was clearly enjoying the experience, though. How could you tell?”

Sundial paid, then gulped. “I… felt him twitching in my throat. I thought I was gonna choke for a couple o’ moments.”

“And did you like that?”

Sundial looked Weaver right in the eye and grinned. “Aye.”

“Wonderful!” Aculeata-as-Flurry said, clapping her hooves briefly. “Well, I think I’ve trained you two well enough on foreplay that you can figure out your own personal touches in the future. But for now, let us proceed to the step you’ve both been waiting for, hmm? Sundial, please return to your original position, if you would?”

“Oh, right.” Sundial did as asked and returned to the stance she’d had before, which had gone lax while blowing Weaver.

Aculeata then took Weaver by the hoof and wordlessly guided him behind Sundial, and positioned him so that his forelegs were square on Sundial’s back, right next to her wings; he didn't push his weight down, but he could still use her for leverage. She could feel his erection slap against the crease of her ass and rest there like it was a pedestal. Otherwise, he didn’t move a bit.

Sundial then felt his cock shift, not due to Weaver’s movements—the bed wasn’t moving so it couldn’t be him—but due to Aculeata’s magic. It lifted it from its resting place atop Sundial’s ass and positioned it right and Sundial’s slick entrance, where she could feel it slide up and down to get just a little more lubricant before going further. Sundial then felt the tip of his cock press against her pussy.

“You may want to take a deep breath,” Aculeata whispered in her ear.

Sundial did just that, then braced herself.

Weaver pushed into her slowly at first, and she let out a wince as his semi-flared tip stretched her pussy lips around it. Sundial had just a brief moment to breathe before he shoved another few inches in, this time allowing the medial ring to enter her. There was little in the way of thrusting, just slow, outward pulls followed by slow, inward pushes; not so much thrusting as scraping.

Nevertheless, it felt amazing. Her tunnel was intensely tight around his shaft, to the point that she understood the slow pace. It was like trying to force one’s leg through a sleeve of a shirt that was too small, but somehow making it work. Sundial felt a rush of… something building up inside her, ready to overflow at any second.

Without warning, Aculeata-as-Flurry roughly slapped Weaver’s ass. His natural reaction was to thrust himself—all of himself—forward.

The sudden thrust drove the air straight out of Sundial’s lungs and turned it into a hearty groan. Sundial felt almost the entirety of Weaver’s cock—medial ring and all—slam in as far as it could go; the flared tip of his cock was kissing her cervix already.

Sundial, who’d been on edge since Weaver’s tongue had lapped at her pussy, and who had come dangerously close to falling over when she took a whiff of his masculine scent, didn’t stand a chance once he thrust inside her. Sundial felt like a dam had just burst inside of her; she couldn’t help but let out a long and loud moan, her vaginal walls clamping down on Weaver like a vice, her body twitching like mad. She could dimly feel fluids dripping down her lower lips. The only thing she could do to stabilize her being was to bite so hard into the pillow that she tore the fabric.

It took a moment for Sundial to recover, panting and eyes half-lidded as she tried to look around the room. “B-bloody hell…”

“Wow,” was Aculeata’s one-word response. She sounded a little out-of-breath herself. “I haven’t felt an orgasm like that in years.”

Sundial has enough coherent thought to manage to say, “Huh? You came too?”

“Me? Oh no no no, not me,” the changeling queen said, licking her lips. “Your orgasm. I could feel it in the air. I feed upon emotions like lust, remember? Orgasms are simply when lust reaches its peak. So that, my friend… was a three-course meal and dessert.”

Sundial let her head rest against the pillow and grunted. “We’re not done yet, though. Right, Weaver?”

Weaver—poor, innocent, unknowing Weaver—took a moment to respond. “I guess not?”

“Of course not, my dear,” Aculeata cooed as she stroked his mane. “Your partner may have climaxed, but you have not done the same. A proper sexual encounter encourages both participants to achieve orgasm before it can be considered done.” With a grin, she added, “And that’s not even getting into the concept of multiple orgasms.

“But I digress, your partner has clearly exhausted herself, so the proper way in this situation to finish you off is via oral means. So I’ll just help you withdraw—”

Sundial snarled. “No.”

That gave the changeling queen pause. “Hmm?”

“Let him keep going. I’m fine.”

Aculeata-as-Flurry paused a moment, tilting her head, then gave a little grin. “You never cease to amaze me, Sundial.” She turned to Weaver and patted his flanks. “You’ve shown remarkable restraint not to keep thrusting all this time, Weaver. But you heard your mare, so… give in to your instincts. Mark your mare.”

Weaver—whose breathing Sundial noticed was extremely strained and whose hooves had shifted up to her flanks—then did exactly what any stallion’s instincts would be telling them to do.

He fucked.

Sundial had to put all of her weight into her front hooves so that Weaver didn’t just shove her straight into the headboard. She’d known Weaver was strong—she’d fought him, after all—but she hadn’t been expecting so much. On one hoof, she was glad that even though he’d been engineered he still had biological urges and instincts that made all this possible.

On the other hoof, as his powerful pistoning thrusts caused her ass to lift up further into the air and spurred Weaver on to pound her pussy like a jackhammer, she was wondering if she’d be able to walk tomorrow.

Sundial barely noticed Aculeata pacing around them, watching the two of them fucking like rabbits and tilting her head every which way for what reason Sundial didn’t know. The changeling queen’s horn glowed an intense white the entire time, and there were little particles of the same color fluttering through the air into it.

After a few moments of intense pounding, Sundial heard Aculeata say. “No, no, this won’t do.”

She then felt a very sudden shift, as if the world had just been flipped upside-down. Weaver seemed just as surprised as she was and for a brief moment stopped his primal thrusting; Sundial was both relieved and annoyed at the sudden cessation of activity.

After a moment to register what had happened, Sundial realized that she was now on top of Weaver. Their positioning relative to one another was practically the same—her back to him—but otherwise had completely changed.

“What the bloody hell—” Sundial started.

“There, that’s better,” Aculeata-as-Flurry said as she took up a comfortable, relaxed position in front of them. “You may continue.”

“Wh-what’s going on here?” Sundial blurted as she tried to hold herself up from sinking down onto Weaver’s cock. The attempt was misguided and actually did exactly what she was trying to prevent, which felt amazing of course but was incredibly distracting.

Weaver, to his credit, seemed interesting enough in the answer not to resume fucking Sundial senseless just yet.

“Well, I have noted that the sexual experience is a sensual one, haven’t I?” Aculeata-as-Flurry asked as she lounged onto her back so that Sundial could get a good view of the unicorn’s gorgeous body. “It’s all about enjoying how one’s partner sounds, smells, feels, tastes, and of course, looks. And in your prior position, well, I was deprived of the sight of this… intriguing copulation.”

Sundial grunted. “Ye could give a little warn—”

She stopped when a sudden shift in her weight caused her to slide down further onto Weaver’s cock, which now curved just slightly and hit completely different spots inside her. All irritation she felt towards the changeling queen vanished into sexual bliss as she let out another moan.

Aculeata tilted her head towards Weaver. “Go on, Weaver. Don’t stop on my account.”

Weaver clearly didn’t need to be told twice.

Sundial threw her head back, mouth open to get as much air as possible, even as Weaver humped upwards and hit the tip of his cock against her cervix again, this time with what felt like another good inch worth of himself inside her due to their positioning.

Weaver’s hooves shifted as well, moving down Sundial’s body to grip her sides, just by her stomach. Sundial, panting and groaning all the while, set her hooves on his. She managed to glance downwards to see the fruit of their union, and wasn’t really surprised to see that a small bulge rippled across her stomach with every thrust; he was so big and she was so small that he could barely fit.

It was enough that Sundial came again, letting her head slink back and letting out a hearty moan. Years and years of frustration and anger and disappointment with her job and her life, plus suppressed heat cycles due to Chronomancer magic, had built up a blazing bonfire in her gut, and this orgasm—her second one of the evening—had thrown gasoline on it. Now she wanted nothing more than for Weaver to douse that fire with everything that had in him.

Sundial barely registered Weaver’s voice behind her. “S-something… something’s happening…” he groaned. “I feel… f-funny…”

Sundial knew what he meant, and eagerly waited for the coming storm.

It came a few moments later, when the tip of Weaver’s dick flared fully and slammed as deep as possible. She was so tight around him that she could feel his entire cock pulse, and she was surprised she didn’t get jettisoned into the ceiling as the first powerful blast of Weaver’s spunk exploded into her womb. Then came another. And another. And another. The poor stallion was so pent up that Sundial knew this was years worth of virile seed pouring into her.

Sundial glanced down at her stomach, where she could see the little bulge of his cock against her skin was throbbing slightly. She expected more, to be honest—for her stomach to have stretched further—but saw that there must’ve been such little room inside her that his spunk was practically gushing out of her, along with her own cum.

Sundial also saw that Aculeata had come over and, to her surprise, wrapped her long, forked tongue around Weaver's balls, licking him clean of spilled seed as if it were a crime to waste a single drop. A hungry expression played on the changeling queen’s face—no, Flurry’s face—as she looked up into Sundial's eyes. The white glow around her horn was bright enough to illuminate the room completely.

When Weaver was done, he practically collapsed into the bed, breathing heavily. To his credit, he didn’t let go of Sundial at all, allowing her to lean back against him comfortably. “W-what was that…?” he asked, his eyes locked on the ceiling.

“That was your climax,” Sundial said, out of breath. “I didn’t know ye had it in ye.”

“Well… now it’s in you, I guess?” he said, a light smile on his face.

Sundial managed enough strength to slap his chest. “Shut up.”

Aculeata tittered from her position on the other side of the bed. “This was… quite an experience. You two are certainly well-suited for one another.” She sighed whimsically. “I feel so full. I will have to transfer most of this to the hive for storage, or I’ll end up engorging myself.”

Sundial grunted and pulled herself off of Weaver, a slick noise issuing from her crotch. “I suppose we have you ta thank for this wonderful evening, aye? I don’t know if it would’ve been the same without ye.”

“I very much doubt it would.” She set a hoof on Sundial's stomach. "And never fear, I will help watch over your foal when the time comes."

Sundial waved her hooves in front of her face. "Oh no, don't ye worry about that, aye? In my line o' work they put charms on all the mares so that we don't go getting knocked up. I'm not having any foals o' my own 'til I retire and the charm gets removed. If I didn't I'd have made sure the lad pulled out or I'd bought some condoms."

"Oh? Hmm. Well, I suppose that makes things easier for you, doesn't it?" Aculeata shared a brief look between the two, then chuckled. “Sundial, I find that most stallions rather enjoy when a mare cleans him after he has been spent. I believe that should be easier to do when he is no longer erect, hmm? And it would do you well to get a taste, in case you decide to finish him with your mouth in the future.”

Sundial glanced at Weaver’s cum-drenched cock, then nodded. “Aye, yeah. Good idea.”

She brought her muzzle down to Weaver’s crotch and took the head of his cock into her mouth, savoring the newfound taste—salty yet a little sweet. She managed to get it in up to nearly the base without much effort, whereupon she inhaled his musk, different now that it was mixed with semen and marecum but no less intoxicating. It was actually rather easy, now that he wasn't fully erect.

At least, until she felt him start getting hard again. She jumped as the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat and pushed further beyond that, forcing her up and off him to gasp for air lest she choke.

“No bloody way…” She looked at Weaver’s slowly stiffening shaft and huffed, amused. “Lad, I thought ye were a pony, not some kind o’ bloody machine.”

“I… I can’t help it…” Weaver said, clearly both embarrassed and struggling against his own body. “I was engineered for... stamina and endurance, but I didn't know it would affect this too. Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“Sorry? Sorry? Lad…” Sundial licked her lips as she shimmied over and made to straddle him. “Ye’ve got nothing ta be sorry about.”

Aculeata, from her spot on the bed, simply fluffed her pillow and watched with rapt attention. “I do love a good encore performance.”