“T…thank you all so much. This place w…wouldn’t be what it was without you all - Mmmph - working so hard. I’ll s…see everypony t…tomorrow,” Thorax stuttered, departing from the hive’s weekly townhall meeting.

As soon as she was out of sight, behind the curtain of vines concealing her living room, she hung her head and sighed. Her ordinarily svelte figure and slim waist ballooned outwards, showing the curves and soft belly she’d been hiding from her people for months, and her height diminished. She’d never been cut out to be a ruler, having been more or less elected by the changelings after their reformation, but it wasn’t until recently that she realized what her true calling was.

“Another day of lying to the hive ~ eh?” a sonorous voice softly inquired.

Thorax looked to the side, startled by the question. Trotting out from her room strode the very drone who had been gradually showing her the light, molding her into what she was meant to be, yet the sight of him evoked as much fear as it did admiration. While it was true that he’d always been different from the rest of the hive, more assertive and domineering, he’d grown increasingly forceful with her.

Smiling sheepishly over at him, not daring to look him in the eye, she dipped her head in shame. “I’ll…I’ll do it eventually. You don’t know how hard it is trying to -”

“I don’t care how hard it is - besides, you won’t be able to keep this act up for long. Sooner or later, the hive will learn about you - just like you learned about yourself,” Pharynx stated, cutting her off. Turning to leave, he shook his head and peered back at her. “I expect you to be in your room shortly.”

“Y…yes, sir,” she sputtered, her cheeks darkening despite herself.

She watched him leave, her eyes wandering to his sculpted backside, muscular legs, and the pair of ripe, cum-filled balls hanging from his groin. Her pucker reflexively clenched upon itself as a bead of pre-cum dewed from her atrophied clit. She falteringly smiled and cocked a hind leg, looking down at her groin with a mixture of regret and pride.

Her life had never been easy, having been bullied in her youth, and things hadn’t improved much after she’d become the de facto ruler of the hive. Burdened with the responsibility of caring for her people, the crushing weight of her position was almost too much to bear - that was until her brother became her advisor. Not only did Pharynx ensure the changelings were protected and well-cared for, he’d taken her under his wing and shown her just how misguided she’d been.

Shaking her head, remembering she had other duties to attend to, she cantered off to the bathroom. The day hadn’t been particularly hard, but she was glad to be out of the public eye. It was hard to describe, but the way she was treated at home, while being arguably more demanding than her official obligations, gave her a certain thrill. The way Pharynx treated her, embracing who and what she really was, had become something she looked forward to.

After a quick shower, she made herself presentable. Harlequin lipstick, a bit of blush, eyeliner, mascara, and just the slightest touch of perfume - she spared no expense for her brother. “Almost done!” she called, trotting out and into her guest room.

Rushing into the closet, she found herself in an all too familiar predicament. An array of lace, garters, and silk met her eye, though choosing a particular outfit gave her a moment for pause. She could metamorphose herself to fit into practically anything, yet that would mean violating one of the rules Pharynx had laid down for her. As long as he was home, she had to assume her natural form.

There’d been a time when she could pass as a stallion, a tall, relatively well built one at that, but that felt like a lifetime ago. Under her brother’s tutelage, she’d developed soft curves, an expansive backside, and marish features that could rival those of any model - still, the superficial changes were only part of her transformation. She plucked a set of hot-pink fishnets and a pair of crotchless panties from a hanger, hoping Pharynx would like the selection.

The contrast of how she presented herself in public or in private was jarring to say the least. While she was acting as ruler, she rarely wore anything whatsoever, going so far as to modify her appearance to make her seem more masculine than she actually was, but all that changed behind closed doors. Acting and dressing to please her stud, it wasn’t uncommon that she traipsed about in negligee, sheer undergarments, or scandalous attire just to please him.

Once she was finished dressing herself, giving herself a final, cursory once-over, she nodded and strutted out and toward her bedchamber. Looking a mare hadn’t been easy, especially since it had taken a considerable amount of time to train herself to move like one, but acting like one had come naturally to her - almost like she’d been suppressing it for years on end. As she gracefully trotted down the hallway, swaying her hips and flicking her tail from side to side, her pulse began to race.

“Here I am, s…sir,” she murmured, peeking into her room.

As she’d expected, Pharynx lay sprawled on the bed waiting for her. Laying on his back, with his hind legs splayed, his adonic figure was put on full display. He’d changed over the past few months, much like she had, though the differences between them were like night and day. While she’d grown more effeminate, he’d gotten substantially larger, more muscular, and masculine.

Looking up to his face, tearing her eyes off his groin, she watched a predatory smile split his muzzle. The look he gave her was unmistakable, saying more than words ever could. She averted her gaze in an instant, knowing what was expected of her, and strutted to the foot of the bed.

“Cute outfit,” he grunted as she stepped up and onto the mattress.

“Y…you think so?” she stammered, her heart skipping a beat. “I picked it up the other day when I was in Ponyville. Rarity probably thought -”

“Yeah yeah yeah -” he interrupted, waving a hoof at her. “I don’t really care about where you got it or if Rarity didn’t know it was for you.”

She winced and moved forward, focusing on the task at hoof. “S…sorry…”

Lowering her head, practically crawling up the mattress, she brought her muzzle between his outstretched thighs. Like two succulent, plump oranges, his balls rested beneath the steadily swelling length of his indigo-colored stallionhood. The sight of his loins was a thing of beauty, as terrifyingly intimidating as it was awe-inspiring, and it set her mouth watering.

Pleasing a stallion was a delicate dance. Though she wished to dive in and venerate him, hungrily sucking him off right then and there, she reigned herself in. There were only two types of mares who succumbed to their urges, wanton whores and abject sluts, and she was neither. Kissing her way up his inner thigh, slowly bringing her snout to his groin, she lifted her waist and contentedly wiggled her ass.

He chuckled above her, doubtlessly eyeing her tush, and remained motionless. “I gotta admit, you’ve taken to this like a fish to water - then again, this is what you’ve always wanted ~ isn’t it?”

“Yesh shir,” she slurred, delicately pressing her muzzle to his taint.

She couldn’t see him even if she tried, blinded by his nuts and with his hardening shaft draped atop her head. Every breath drew his intoxicating musk into her lungs, the taste of his sweat graced her lips, and her tail reflexively flagged. While she didn’t know what had inspired him to start looking after her, a part of her was relieved he had started treating her the way he did.

Drawing her tongue up his taint, over his sumptuous balls, and to the base of cock, she risked cracking an eye to peek up at him. He smiled approvingly down at her, encouraging her to continue without saying a thing. This is what real stallions deserved, being pampered and pleasured by their lessers, and she was happy to serve him.

A bead of pre-cum dangled between her legs, slipping from the thing she once called a stallionhood. She’d never gotten a chance to know what it was like to be a stallion, never having bedded anycreature before, and now she never would. Pharynx’s methodical, heavy-hoofed care had brought her servile, submissive tendencies to the fore, and her body had subconsciously responded to her new role.

“I bet you’re leaking already ~ aren’t you?” he hummed above her, seemingly sensing her thoughts. “Roll over and let me see it.”

She did as he asked, resting her cheek on his thigh as she eased herself down fully. If he gave an order, no matter how demeaning it was, she obeyed; it was the natural order of things, the weak bending a knee to the strong, and yet she’d only come to embrace that fact as of late. Rolling her hind quarters to one side, her blush deepening, she lifted a hind leg to display herself to him.

He shifted slightly, lifting his head from the mound of pillows, and his smile broadened. “I’ve seen mares who don’t get wet that fast, but I guess it can’t be helped. Don’t give me that look - you know I’m right.”

Of course he was right - he was always right. He’d been right when he told her she wasn’t a stallion, he’d been right to start training her, and he’d been right when he’d put her in her proper place. Pushing herself up on one foreleg, she brought her snout to the tip of his dick and gave it a little kiss. He wasn’t even fully hard yet, his shaft throbbing and growing by the second, yet his endowment was already an order of magnitude larger than her clit.

“I was thinking about you today and thought I’d do something special,” he continued, drawing her attention up to his face. “Went for a long jog this morning, edged myself for a bit, and haven’t showered since last night.”

She shivered in excitement as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. He’d been thinking about her ~ really? Driving her head forward, slipping his girthy length into her muzzle, she moaned around him. Pharynx was, without the slightest bit of doubt, the largest, most imposing drone she’d ever met, though she wished she’d realized it and what he was capable of sooner.

Swinging her heavily-lidded gaze up at him, unable to keep herself from looking, she marveled at him. He was just so big and strong, things that lay in stark contrast to herself, that she’d genuinely started falling for him. She couldn’t say if she loved him in a purely romantic sense, but he’d gotten her wrapped around his hoof like nopony ever had or likely ever would.

Her free forehoof crept down her chest, past her belly, and to her abdomen to tweak and knead the pair of breasts forming there. It was no secret that changelings were capable of altering their forms, but she couldn’t have fathomed that their base forms were capable of such wonders. While her prick had shrunk considerably, reducing in size to a fleshy, limp nub, her teats had developed considerably.

Snickering to himself, Pharynx watched her rubbing her bosoms. “Can’t wait until those finish filling out. It’ll be nice waking up to a tit fuck - especially after you start lactating.”

As she heard his words, her eyes fluttered, pre-cum oozed from her clit, and her drooling pucker seized upon itself. She deeply inhaled, filling her lungs with air, before she relaxed her throat and drove her head downward. The intrusion wasn’t comfortable, stretching her throat and nearly making her gag, but the gratification she felt more than made up for it.

Unable to speak even if she wanted to, she bobbed her head and began sucking him off properly. Up and down, in and out - his shaft swabbed her gullet and caused her throat to bulge outward. She’d stop when she was told to stop, only slowing to take the occasional sip of musk-filled air, but she wasn’t worried. While it was entirely possible that she would earn a creamy appetizer before dinner, something told her that he wasn’t going to waste an extra thick load from just oral.

Minutes steadily passed, as she fucked her face on him. Patience - patience and subservience were the keys that had unlocked her incredible life. If she’d been impulsive and headstrong, Pharynx likely wouldn’t have bothered with her to begin with - fortunately for her, that wasn’t the case. With her p-spot already aching, and a steady stream of pre leaking down her hip, he reached down and patted her cheek.

“That’s enough,” he flatly stated, prompting her to withdraw.

Rearing back, clearing her aching airway of his shaft, she took care to give his stallionhood a parting kiss. A strand of saliva connected her to his shaft, as she licked her lips clean and timidly grinned. One of two things was about to happen - either he’d give her what she so desperately wanted or, if she was extremely unlucky, he’d prance off to leave her neglected and frustrated.

Rolling to the side, swinging a hind leg up and over her head, he got to his hooves. “Ass up.”

She pushed herself up and complied, pressing her chest to the covers while bracing her hind legs. Trotting around behind her, he gazed at her backside and flexed his groin. The sound of his stallionhood smacking against his underbelly was like a siren’s call, stoking the flames of her burgeoning lust, yet she didn’t budge. He would take her when he was ready to take her - not before and not after.

Without making a sound, he leapt up and mounted her. Her routine was her bedrock, keeping herself prepared to serve him at a moment’s notice, so she was more than ready to accept him. She hiked up her hips and arched her back, recalling all the occasions he’d asked her to do so in the past, and rocked back against him.

“So needy,” he laughed, locking his front hooves over her ample hips. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were wanting to be bred.”

“I…I…” she falteringly began, sensing the warmth of his stallionhood against her hole. “I do…”

“As you wish, my Queen,” he breathed, slowly sinking his length into her.

She turned her head and released a shuddering, throaty sigh, relishing every thick, vascular inch of his shaft. Every detail along of his stallionhood had been seared into her memory, from its subtle upward curve to the prominent vein along its right side, but every time he fucked her was just as amazing as the first. Feeling his medial ring press against her entrance, she threw her ass back and hilted him.

He stopped dead in his tracks and glowered down at her. “Did I say you could do that?”

Shaking her head, she cursed her libido. “No…”

Rolling his eyes and giving her a small, reassuring slap on the tush, he steadied himself. “I suppose it’s fine. Just don’t get too eager…”

He withdrew and hauled a portion of his length free, in spite of her vice-like grasp on him, before he started thrusting. Though he moved at a relaxed pace, possibly savoring the way she milked him, she found herself sailing towards a climax. There’d been times when she’d cum just from blowing him, playing with her teats until she was whimpering uncontrollably while spilling her impotent spunk to the floor, so it came as no shock that she wasn’t going to last for very long.

Being rutted would have been heavenly enough, but knowing how to use his monumental dick was only part of Pharynx’s charm. He leaned in and pressed his chest to her back, his hooves gliding around her waist to toy with her breasts, and he breathed hotly on her ear. In practically the blink of an eye, after no more than a dozen strokes or so, she mewled and gushed jizz to the bedsheets beneath her.

“That might be a new record,” he jeered, playfully biting her collar as he continued languidly railing her.

It took her a moment to regain her composure, fighting through the blissful haze of her orgasm, but she hastily put herself to work. She’d heard that some mares were a bit too docile, simply laying or standing there while being bred, but Pharynx had made sure she didn’t become one of them. Clamping down on his backstrokes, while relaxing on his plunges, she weakly bucked back to meet his pounding hips.

Good mares did everything they could to make their stallion happy, good mares put the pleasure of their lover above themselves, and she was very much a good mare. Nopony had forced Pharynx to choose her, to take her as a mate and educate her on how to be a Queen, yet he had and she appreciated him all the more for it. While it was true that he was strict, undoing a lifetime of bad habits and lies she’d told to herself, a deep-seated portion of herself, a portion she hadn’t known existed, basked in his particular brand of affection.

Plap Plap Plap

The drumbeat of their colliding bodies was music to her ears, as was the sound of his heavy breaths and gratified grunts, while his pace unhurriedly quickened. For a fleeting instant, having his muzzle just beside her snout, she was tempted to kiss him, but she abstained. Pharynx was many things, a veritable paragon of virility and strength, but a romantic lover he was not. Focusing on getting him off, she shuffled back and gyrated against him.

He returned the favor in an instant, driving forward and pushing her face into the bedspread. Spittle crept out of the corner of her mouth as she relinquished what little control she had. There was a point with him when he took full control - not just because he enjoyed it, but because she was so much weaker than him. His fat, meaty nuts beat against her coin purse, tainting her delight with rhythmic traces of discomfort, but that was hardly a bad thing.

Pain was a part of being a mare, it was a fact of life. The satisfaction she felt was from being used, the byproduct of being a pair of warm holes for her stud. Back when Pharynx had seen fit to mold her into the creature she was today, she rarely got off - mercifully for her, be it from her flourishing masochism, her body adjusting to its purpose, or some combination of the two, that wasn’t a concern anymore.

Rocking forward with his every thrust, groaning louder and louder by the minute, she constricted around his shaft. Even if she had wanted to, she wouldn’t have been able to do a thing to stop him. Like always, the strength fled from her limbs - sadder still, but much to Pharynx’s amusement, her clit flopped and bounced about on her groin. It was a shame he couldn’t see how pitiful she was, but that wasn’t her concern.

She progressively slipped into a trance as her body did what Pharynx had remade it to do. Soft mewls crept past her lips, she trembled beneath him, and the unsavory noises of her loose, abused backdoor filled the air. While once she’d been a proud savior of her people, she was now a slatternly Queen for none other than her brother and her brother alone.

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, countering her movement with a particularly hard plunge.

His unspoken compliment made her swoon. It was rare for him to encourage her, his praise being virtually nonexistent, so she cherished each little niceness he provided. Emboldened, she pushed herself up slightly and hammered her rump against him - unfortunately for her, her hubris came back to bite her. His every movement came to an end, he pressed a hoof to her head, and he hopped off her in the blink of an eye.

“Such a shame,” he lamented, shaking his head, “and you were doing so well.”

Her eyes widened, the cold air against her gaped hole was harsh, and a pit formed in her stomach. She’d screwed up - she’d screwed up bad. Pharynx may forgive a minor transgression on occasion, but she’d clearly overstepped her boundaries. She stayed where she was and watched him hop off the bed, silently praying all the while that he wasn’t too upset with her.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” she admitted, taking full ownership of her folly. “It’s just so hard not to be excited around you…”

“I know - I know, little things like you have trouble controlling themselves,” Pharynx tutted. “Maybe I’m getting soft, but I’ll give you a second chance. If you really, really want me to stay, how about you do something to convince me…”

Before he was even finished speaking, she flopped over and presented herself for him. She squirmed down to the very foot of the bed, leaving her tush hanging off the end of the mattress, and obediently lifted her hind legs. It would have been nice to get rutted in any position, but she had a fondness for missionary - plus he seemed to like it when she showed herself off in such an obscene fashion.

As he walked around to her, he eyed her rump and flicking tail. “Spread for me. I want to see your pussy.”

Leaning forward, she reached down, clasped the doughy cheeks of her ass, and did as she was told. She would have looked at him, if only to see his reaction, but the mention of a certain word struck one of the remaining chords she had. Though the well-used, swollen, vertical slit of her pucker was, for all intents and purposes, a pussy, she felt awkward whenever Pharynx called it that.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Pharynx sighed, running his hoof up the cleft of her ass and causing her backdoor to wink. “That is what it is, you know - a pussy. Mares have a pussy ~ don’t they?”

Thorax swallowed hard, reluctantly peering over to her brother’s face. “Y…yeah…”

“And what don’t mares have?” he pressed, his hoof wandering up to her groin.

Stifling a whimper as he nudged her coin purse, she gnawed her lip. “A s…stallionhood…”

“That’s right,” he condescendingly mused. “Here - I want to show you something.”

Rearing onto his hind legs, pressing his forehooves to either side of her hips, he stepped forward. The behemoth that was his stallionhood slid up her thigh and settled on her crotch, utterly dwarfing her miniscule, slavering clit. The contrast of their sizes was phenomenal, further cementing their differences, all but making her stare in open awe.

“This is what a real stallionhood looks like,” he snickered. Running his hips forward and back, crushing her meager endowment, he lubricated his shaft with her pre-cum. “What’s that little thing I’m rubbing against right now - you know, that pathetic little thing that’s been dribbling since you got home?”

“My clit,” she whispered, fighting the urge to buck her hips.

Stepping back, kissing his cock-head to her entrance, he peaked a brow up at her. “And this?”

“My pussy,” she relented, her voice a bit firmer this time.

She squirmed in place, hoping - no, praying he was going to claim her. No matter what she did, regardless of how hard she tried, nothing quite compared to the feeling of being rutted by him. The toys she’d bought only served as a diversion, giving her a mere taste of what he could deliver, making him her only true way of getting off. Wondering what was wrong, why he hadn’t sank into her welcoming, cavernous depths, she summoned the courage to look him in the eye.

“That’s right,” he murmured, driving his hips forward and applying more pressure to her battered hole, “I want you to look at me as I fuck what little masculinity is left out of you…”

Her eyes rolled back, the breath hitched in her throat, and she stifled a groan, as he plunged into her. She nearly came from the intrusion alone, her p-spot utterly crushed by the bloated crown of his shaft. His heat radiated through her, the sight of him was akin to the divine, and his scent filled her nostrils - fogging her mind and making it impossible to think.

Staring down at her, he licked his lips. “Somepony’s close already? You’re so pitiful - I mean, just look at you! Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if you dreamt about getting knocked up and - Oh…”

The mention of being knocked up cast Thorax over her limit in the blink of an eye. She thrashed under him, braying to the heavens as her fetlocks snapped closed around his hips. There was no way he could have been aware of it prior, but she had been fantasizing about fulfilling her queenly duties to expand the hive. Inspired by her reaction, or possibly wishing to sate his own desires, he set to plowing her in earnest.

Getting fucked from behind had been fantastic, but being bred while she was on her back was downright heavenly. Though she could barely form a thought, let alone a coherent word, she flexed her legs and aided his plunges. As the blinding ecstasy began to fade, allowing her to shudderingly lift her head, she stared down at herself in amazement.

Her belly bulged with each thrust, the soft skin of her abdomen showing the imprint of Thorax’s godly tool, and her bosoms wobbled about freely. She knew it was impossible, that such a thing was foolish to dwell on, but she really, truly would love to become a proper Queen. The thought of her sitting on her throne, filled with a clutch of eggs inseminated by her very own brother, had been enough to tip her over the edge on many of their erotic trysts, but she wouldn’t have guessed Pharynx would ever discover that closely guarded secret.

“Say it,” he huffed, screwing her harder and faster with every passing second. “Admit you want me to sire a brood within you.”

“Yes!” she wailed, driven to the brink of madness by her desires. “Mark me, claim me, ruin me, BREED ME! I don’t care about anypony other than you! Make me your Queen!”

The admission dealt a ruinous blow to everything she’d once been, but it had been worth it. Like a wild, rut-crazed beast, he snarled. It may have been her imagination, a side effect of her own hysteric delight, but she could swear he was growing larger before her very eyes. He leaned in, looming over her without slowing in the slightest, and fanged muzzle to her face.

“Mine,” he snarled, shooting forward and biting her neck.

She wailed in unfettered rapture, climaxing the moment his fangs graced her flesh, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. Using every ounce of his strength, he jackhammered into her. Between the incredible size of his endowment and his ruthlessness, she had no doubt that no other stallion, changeling or otherwise, would ever be able to please her, but that mattered little - the only thing she cared about was earning his potent seed.

A third orgasm hit her shortly after the second, followed by a fourth and a fifth, until she was wracked with continuous waves of unremitted pleasure. She was nothing more than a toy for Pharynx, a fertile little sow to bear him generations of offspring, and she loved it. As he started to flare, his breakneck pace losing any sense of rhythm, she threw her forelegs around his big, muscular torso and held on for dear life.

Sinking every inch of his pulsing shaft into her, fitfully bucking his hips, he opened the floodgates. His cum, far thicker and richer than usual, coursed into her depths and marked her in ways nopony ever had or likely ever would. The sensation of being filled so completely bordered on the insane, and it brought with it a divine catharsis.

Though she had no way of knowing it, she’d been granted her wish. Dozens upon dozens of unfertilized eggs within her were bathed in seed, while she endured the most mind-blowing climax she’d ever had. Tears of joy streamed down her face, her limbs fell limp, and her belly steadily bloated, swelling and gurgling from the monumental influx, yet she somehow managed to remain conscious.

Sweat and jizz covered their bodies, the room absolutely reeked of sex, and she wouldn’t be surprised if half of the hive had heard them going at it, yet she had no regrets. It would only be a matter of time until her newly founded relationship with Pharynx was made public, and she’d already heard whispers about how close they were, so she came to a decision right then and there; so long as her brother approved, she’d tell her subjects about their new King.

King - the word was electrifying. If she was a Queen, it only felt right to have a King by her side. Pharynx was perfect for the position, keeping drones in line and making sure the hive was safe, and she couldn’t have been happier to have him as her stud and the true power governing things - besides, she may have been a royal, but she had, did, and always would submit to his wishes anyway.

It was several minutes before either of them moved, though it felt like a small eternity. Pharynx unsteadily pushed himself up, stepped back, and hauled his slickened, softening stallionhood from her battered hole. It was all she could do to stare up at the ceiling and heave air into her chest, amazed beyond words by the experience.

“S…surprised you didn’t make a mess,” he croaked, poking her taut pucker.

She wasn’t aware that she’d somehow tightened up, trapping all of his precious gift within herself, until he’d mentioned it. As she wearily lifted her head and looked down at herself, her jaw went slack. Anypony who saw her could easily mistake her as being pregnant, gravid beyond reasoning and on the cusp of a delivery, and the sight moved her in a way that shouldn’t have been possible.

“Thank you,” she breathed, peering over at him with tears in her eyes. “Thank you so much, Pharynx.”

His expression softened, if only in the slightest, and he looked away. “I was going to expect you to suck me clean, but I guess that can -”

“I’ll do it!” she chirped, ponderously rolling to her side and bringing her face to the edge of the bed. “It’s a Queen’s duty to serve her King!”

He smiled - not a callous smile, but a genuine, approving smile, and trotted over to her. Standing with his forehooves on the mattress, he brought his cum-slathered, immense stallionhood to her face. She wasted no time in awkwardly shuffling over to fulfill her task, mopping his shaft with her tongue and pouting lips.

“Thank you - Thank you, my King,” she mindlessly repeated, only pausing to take breaths and peek up at him. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re quite welcome,” he hummed, his length swelling and growing harder by the second, “my Queen…”

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