Anyone who would be foolish enough to try and enter the seemingly silent building would have been left rather perplexed: an unused warehouse, reconverted into a strip club that had seemingly been constructed with the sole purpose of becoming abandoned. A well-furnished bar stocked with fine liquors from across the kingdom, left untouched on a long glass countertop, a comfortable lounge that surrounded the long catwalk to which all eyes were meant to be drawn. A singular pole there at the end, the lamp in which the flame of sensuous form would be allowed to burn- and everywhere, one could see an air of finery that was seldom seen in even the finer nightclubs. This place was meant to be a world of sexual delights, backrooms softly lit by warm lights that seemed to beckon one in, and never feel the need to leave. It was elegance, it was sensuality, combined into one and made irresistible. And yet, save for one strange evening, not once had someone even seen the neon sign emblazoned in the dark. A strange thing, some remarked, for something to be erected with the sole intent to rot. No one went in, or out. What a waste.

But perhaps not. Its derelict status, if anyone had ever bothered to investigate, or try to pierce its locked doors, would have been seen as nothing more than an illusion. Thick walls of steel and stone disguised the intricate weavings of a great throng, fineries on display a front to hide the movements of an invading army. Even those who dwelled within, who walked about to and fro within the darkened walls of the nightclub would have appeared fair and gentle to the eye; a great horde of lovely women, all ages and styles of beauty there for the taking. Not one face present wore an expression of anger, much less even a scowl. All that could be seen then, now, or ever, was a pleasant, disarming smile adorning sweet lips. It was as if something from the most splendid fantasy- a perfect disguise to conceal them all. No one ever suspected an innocent face.

They had little reason to complain. The Horde knew this, felt it in the blood that ran hot and strong within their once-cold bodies. It had not been so long ago that they had been cast out into the wastes, to die amidst sand and heat and unforgiving rock. Their kind had been sentenced to a judgement of painful, slow death. If it had not been for their Queen, the greatest being to ever exist, they surely would have wasted away until even their bones were lost to the seeping rot of time. They had not expected to so quickly recover, to worm their way back into the kingdom that had tried to slaughter them; now to be able to feed again, to feel that overpowering strength of love flow through them like water, was intoxicating. It was better than anything they had felt before, their Queen’s new course of action bringing forth better feedings. Even these threadbare mists that flowed from her chambers and out into their midst were better than a lifetime’s worth of their old parasitism. It was fat on their bones, new life in their muscles, a lifeblood in their veins far more than they would have dared to hope for. It was intoxicating; they wanted more.

And they did not want to keep waiting.

Some of the more clandestine -perhaps even traitorous- of the Horde would often follow silently behind their Queen whenever her prey came to their abode. As their mother and goddess tended to their needs, some would creep to the rooms nearby and try to listen, to drink the firstfruits that would seep through the air like the scent of a hot meal. Sometimes, to the more sensitive, even the sounds would be rejuvenating to them. To be so close, and yet to still be so far away, was more than some knew how to take.

“She keeps her from us.” The words held so deep inside, at last came to the waking world. One of the girls knelt close to the vents, trying to listen and taste the fixations of the two delighted women just next door, even if for only the barest drop. “Our Queen keeps her from us to only satisfy herself. You see how she has grown strong since the girl came!”

“Silence!” The eager Changeling’s companion chided, a comfortably dressed woman with auburn hair that fell to her waist. Older, more knowledgeable in their Queen’s ways, she knew better than to openly challenge that rule. “The best-laid plans require patience and time for them to come to fruition. You will know this yourself, someday.”

The younger girl’s hunger was violent, vicious; her days of death in the desert had turned that desire into a bleeding edge that she now feared to ever feel again, even in the slightest. “But what if there is no plan? What if there was nothing more desired than our Queen’s satisfaction, and we must settle with the scraps? I cannot stand it!”

“She does not allow us to turn against the people because we will be discovered.”

“But would we?” The younger challenged. “Are we not Changelings, deceivers of shape and form? Surely we are not so deeply under watch as to not even begin our conquest.”

“We wait because she commands us. We do not starve,” the elder countered.

“Then why did we come here? Could this not have been done another way? In another place, not right beneath the house that saw us cast into the sands?” The young girl’s fear was evident, a terror born of horrid memory.

The elder nodded. “It could have been,” she admitted. “But there is more than what you or I know. Have you not noticed the Ravens?”

“What of them?”

“Where have they gone? And what of the Lieutenants? Only one remains to enforce our Queen’s commands. Something has them elsewhere.”

The younger girl, so focused on satisfying her own needs, had not noticed these clandestine movements. “So what is coming?”

The elder woman shrugged. “I do not yet know. Perhaps I never will,” she said- only to pause, a hand in the air as a contented smile came to life on her face. “Ah, I believe I hear something wonderful.”

The sounds echoed through the vents and even through richly decorated walls: voices intertwined in symphony, delighting in a satisfaction that was unmistakable. Those that hungered, desired sustenance that made them strong, stopped in their tracks and drank deep of the power that overflowed from within the locked chambers, a draught known only to them.

And it made them hunger.

She lived for these moments; to think that only a short while ago, she had been entirely ignorant of such a marvelous way of life. What had her life been before this? How had it seemed fulfilling? Was her quiet, lonely life in a distant cottage all that she had ever wanted, dreams of desire and being desired in return nothing more than a distant thought to her mind? Looking back on her tranquil, isolated world that she had been so afraid to venture out of now made her almost ashamed. A single bit of daring, a small brush of affection, was all that it had taken to free her from a dull, uninspired prison of dismal routine. A gift of flowers, a few acts of kindness, and only the barest of kisses had saved her from a death that took a thousand days. She was truly herself, truly alive, and so madly in love. If any of her friends saw her now, deep in the midst of her favorite activity, they would not have been able to recognize her. Here, in the warm depths of her beloved’s palace, she was transformed. And Fluttershy didn’t mind one bit.

There was a sense of pleasure that came when she felt the shudder- made even stronger when the stifled moan came to the surface. Fluttershy had once been an amateur, perhaps just a few months prior- she could hardly remember the life now, it so pale in comparison to her much more enjoyable reality. When she had first made love, it had been with the shy actions of an inexperienced young girl. Now, under the tutelage of the most perfect woman in the world, she had been transformed into a gentle, tender lover; a woman of hidden, lustful passions that sought the happiness of only one person.

Face-deep in those delectable folds, Fluttershy didn’t mind returning the many favors. Her licks and pluckings were thick and strong, turned potent by the attentiveness with which she gave them. She rarely was frenetic, almost the polar opposite of her dearest love. Only her kisses, marvelously sloppy and wet, allowed her more wild feelings to frolic. Here, however, lavishing physical praises upon such wonderful lips, she was loving, and oh so tender. It was what she knew best, and knew would be a surefire success.

And as Chrysalis gave another shudder, she was happy to prove it. The naked Queen had tried to win their romantic battle earlier, a war of kisses that saw lips and body pressed fiercely together. But Fluttershy had won out, her hunger of longing seeing the beautiful woman’s clothing stripped away, made free for the young woman’s acts of willing service. Chrysalis had wanted to have her meal and eat it, but the voraciousness of this new, happier Fluttershy was not something to underestimate. She had come to visit and make love- now her goal was to make her Queen squeal.

“Mmf… oh, fuck,” Chrysalis whispered, voice held taut as she tried to withstand the loving barrage. She relished the feelings, the sensations of this gentle woman, but the now-practiced soul was pushing her body to new limits.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy giggled, pausing from her meal to peer up from in between Chrysalis’ legs. “Am I making you feel good, Chrissy? I’ve been trying really hard…”

“Don’t stop,” Chrysalis commanded- no, begged. Beseeched, needing the continued presence of Fluttershy deep within her. What this marvelous young woman had unlocked within her was a potent, powerful need. She had never felt stronger, more powerful- happier. She needed every inch of it that she could possibly hope to have.

“Chrissy!” Fluttershy teased- a single finger plucked away. “Where are your manners? You’re not being very nice.”

“Please!”

Fluttershy smiled and set to work, her tender lapping bringing forth a multitude of undignified sounds from the Queen’s lips. The two were united in flesh, Fluttershy’s romantic hungerings adding a vicious potency to the pleasures of the one she adored. Every squirm, every tremble that came from her touch was a marvel, something to treasure. Each valued the single moments in a different way, coming further and further to a head until it was impossible to be contained-

A long, sonorous cry of ecstasy flowed freely from Chrysalis’ lips at her tender lover’s commands, a great shudder coursing through her body like a wave- one turned physical in form as she gushed onto the awaiting tongue of Fluttershy. She lapped further, hungered more, ate away joyously; each movement and flicker of her loving mouth was like the clear, sweet chimes of songstrokes to her heart’s desire. There would be no finish until the rocking motions of this sensuous storm at last came to an end, and it would be at Fluttershy’s command that they did so- not a moment before.

Chrysalis should have felt worn down; the post-orgasm sensations running their course naturally through her blood and setting her to the needs of relaxation. But Fluttershy was like fire in her bones, a rejuvenating strength that made the ruthless queen feel invincible. She was glory, she was might, and she was –of all things- in love. She had never so badly needed to return such masterwork in kind.

“My darling butterfly!” she gasped, pulling Fluttershy away from her ravished folds and up to her awaiting lips, their kisses sweet and loving as body curled against body; bosoms pressed deep into another, hands stroked and caressed smooth skin, fair flesh held tight in the locks of love come after. “You absolute marvel!”

Fluttershy would have been ashamed of herself not too long ago, abashed at her seemingly improper actions. But her time with Chrysalis had seen an end to such thoughts, a hunger for this beautiful Changeling’s juices erasing all former thought of shame. She giggled at the words of praise, saying, “I’m glad you liked it. I hope it felt nice.”

“You felt perfect, my love,” Chrysalis whispered, stroking away long strands of hair away from those gentle, shining eyes. “How could I hope to say otherwise? Surely you’ll let me return the favor…”

“Oh, I don’t know…”

The denial came as a shock- almost a wound. Chrysalis could hardly believe that this creature that so deeply worshipped her flawless body did not want to be ravished by it. Surely she is not tired of me. “But there must be something I can do…”

Fluttershy’s expression changed as they lay there together on the lounge, still held tightly to one another. Her sweet face was pensive, deep in thought. “I couldn’t.”

Was she hesitant? Chrysalis hadn’t seen that in her for some time now. “Say it, love,” she requested, “say your wish and I will see it done.”

Fluttershy’s gaze flickered between her queen and then elsewhere. “I- no, I can’t.”

“I want to hear it from you, my butterfly.”

The sweet-faced woman couldn’t hide the grin- one of embarrassment? “Well,” she hesitated, “I don’t know if you’ll- well, mind. But I had a thought.”

Chrysalis waited with bated breath. After all these months, surely it couldn’t be what she had been waiting for?

“Do- do you remember my friend Rarity? The one who made all those lovely dresses you bought me?”

Chrysalis remembered perfectly, having taken more than one moment to spy upon the delectable fashionista. The poor girl was a raving romantic, and just so happened to- well, currently be pining. “I do. Does she still want you?”

“Umm… yes, she does,” Fluttershy answered, relieved the first nugget of discomfort was out of the way. “I was wondering… she’s so nice to me, and she helps you and I look so lovely for one another- could we- could I invite her here sometime? We could –you know- help her feel better. I think she’d appreciate it, and I thought that… you might like her, too.”

Finally. She’d been patient, patient as could be, waiting for the day when this moment would arrive. All her planning required the seeds to come from a trusted source, one that was most certainly not her. She had wooed Fluttershy, that was true, but her companions were to be far more difficult. The more that came to her willingly, the more that surrendered themselves to her, the more power she would have when the last battle came. When she’d have to see Celestia defeated.

It was at last time.

The Horde of gentle women paused in their doings when they heard the doors to their Queen’s chambers, watching as the shining face of their Queen’s consort came into view. They could see the traces of their Lady’s handiwork upon her, the touch that marked one so thoroughly claimed. No clothing could hide it, no expression or posture could hope to conceal; this one had fed their Queen- had done so willingly, and in turn had seem them all sated.

It was all they could do not to cheer.

“Oh, Miss Racia!” Fluttershy called, beckoning to the tranquil-faced bartender that stood nursing a glass of bourbon in hand.

“Yes, Miss Fluttershy,” Racia replied, promptly to her feet and totally attentive to the young woman’s needs. It would be improper, dangerous even, to not show the utmost respect to their Lady’s consort. “I assume you wish for your coat?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind,” the young woman answered.

“Right here for you, ma’am,” Racia said, reaching from the coat rack to drape it across the lovely woman’s shoulders. The poor bartender began to shudder, feeling the heady aroma of love billowing forth from her- Fluttershy, a magnificent source of sustenance, was so very close…

“Thank you very much, Racia. Have a good night, it was lovely to see you!” Fluttershy waved her goodbyes and coming to pause at the door before turning around and blowing a kiss meant for the bartender’s cheek.

Racia flushed, feeling her body quiver with newfound strength. Even friendly affection from this creature was powerful.

The door closed and the world went back to its quiet mutterings- but only for a moment. Their Queen appeared from the depths of her dwellings, now fully robed and appearing more pleased than even her eldest had ever seen her. Yet when she revealed herself to a world that became quieted at her presence, watching as numerous gazes flitted away, that contented expression grew cold and turned to steel.

“I hear disquiet,” she remarked, the icy words cutting through the façade. “Speak now! I command it of you.”

Some looked about at one another, apparently confused by the sudden procalamtion. Others became uneasy and continued to keep their eyes averted, too afraid of their Queen’s wrath to speak up. A few small groups talked amongst themselves as though hoping to reach a conclusion-

“I command you! Speak your words- now!” Words rang hot and burned the air as patience grew thin. A few daring individuals were forced to the head of the throng to kneel before their ruler and speak the long-hushed rumors.

Chrysalis, not at all unawares of the dealings of her Horde, knew what was to be said; she just needed it said aloud so as to be dealt with. “Well?” she asked the two girls, displeased at the sudden curdling of their nerves. “I have heard your displeasure. See it spoken.”

The two women looked at one another, then up to their Queen. “It is the girl, O Queen,” the more courageous of the two said at last. “We are concerned.”

“What of her?”

“Her love for you feeds us all, O Queen-” and then hesitation. “And we are satisfied. But she is removed from us, unable to give us her strength.”

“We wish to have her among us, O Queen,” said the other. “It is unfair for her to be kept confined solely to you. We are not common Humans- we are Changelings, and monogamy does not become us.”

“So that is it, then,” Chrysalis surmised. “You wish to have an orgy with Fluttershy at its center. To grow ever more fat with strength.”

“Yes, O Queen,” said the first, and the second felt a flicker of terror. That fire in the air was no coincidence-

The two were struck back before they could have even hoped to see it coming; held to the floor by whips of venomous fire, rushing from the outstretched hands of their Queen as she let her rage burn at their skin. Disguises burned and rippled under the pressure of physical agony, real fear in the eyes of the two daring souls. They were alight, staring into death-

And then it ended. The two women were gasping, begging for breath as they stood under the unforgiving shadow of their Queen. They did not dare to look at her, to stare into those eyes and bear witness to that unrelenting wrath. With no words to be said, they crawled away into the midst of their fellows and perhaps nurse their wounds.

“So you wish to make a spectacle of my prize?” Chrysalis challenged, her words booming through the warehouse that had been refurbished into a palace of love. “To have her this way and that? The next who tries to reach for her shall be burned- and whoever dares to lay even a finger upon her flesh will die! She is mine- and only mine! Do not mistake the seepings that come for mere scraps! It is merely a taste of what is to come. Do you understand me?”

There was not a Changeling present that would dare to counter her. Their Queen’s wrath was something to fear, and this was an anger of a much darker shade: a possessive, jealous thing.

“Today,” Chrysalis continued, “we have begun our conquest. Our revenge! You have waited, hungering for more!” She grinned, knowing they were fully caught within her ravaging discourse. “Soon, you shall wait no longer. You shall be strong, you shall be mighty! My day of victory approaches, and I shall share it with all of you- and we shall be free! We shall be safe, and never shall we be hungry again!”

Her Horde cried out her name, giving their praises in honor of her. They could imagine just how it would all come to pass, the role they themselves would play. Soon they would hide no longer, and know love like never before.

Told you I'd write a sequel. Anyone wanna guess how this'll go?

Keep reading, if you want. Lot more to come. Trust.

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