A blue stallion leans back into the backrest of the couch, a newspaper in his hands. His right leg is hanging over his left, his hoof bobbing up and down in rhythm with the music. Said music is mostly unintelligible due to the thick wooden door to his upper right, but the heavy bass easily penetrates the wood and causes it to vibrate in rhythm with the music. He flips another page, thinking back to what had happened a week ago.

Gadget Tweak had been walking through Ponyville with his friend Cloud Weaver. Their journey coincidentally let them past the new building. They had talked for a bit about the night club, until he mentioned a few things about the club’s newest show. Particularly, the show’s host. Hearing this, Cloud had said that he knew a pony on the inside that could help. The stallion had chuckled at this. It wasn’t until a few days later that Gadget knew Cloud was serious when he found a backstage pass in his mail.

The stallion’s peace is ended when the music suddenly increases in volume and clarity. Looking up from his newspaper, he sees that the door has opened. “Thank you, thank you!” The head of Chrysalis the Changeling Queen appears from behind the door. “Aah, you must be the red pegasus’ friend.” Gadget nods silently, both excited and confused at seeing her. Why was she hiding behind the door and why was she leaning backwards?

“You’re in luck.” Chrysalis says. A loud shuffling can be heard behind the door as she places her right hand against the door. “The patrons have been…” Chrysalis’ expression slowly turns from happy to tense. “Come on, move you stupid…” she mumbles to herself. Her hooves make dull scraping noises as they slide across the carpet floor. A few seconds later, she stops and smiles back at him. “Give me a moment.” Chrysalis firmly grasps the door and pulls back. Green magic reflects off her teeth, her face now bearing a strained tooth filled grimace.

Gadget puts the newspaper back on the table. “Do you need some…” PLOP The sound promptly cuts the stallion off. The Changeling Queen takes a sudden step backwards, her body finally coming into view along with her prominent rear. “That’s one!” Chrysalis says triumphantly. “Now the other one.” A familiar green hue envelops her horn and she once again starts pulling. Gadget finally notices that the edge of a green aura can also be seen behind the door. Whatever the Queen was levitating, it was certainly big.

His questions are finally answered when Chrysalis’ second attempt succeeds much faster than the first. The Queen takes a few quick steps backwards, her arms flailing around “Whoaah!” she shouts as she almost loses her balance. Gadget looks on in silence, his heart starting to beat faster. A deep, red blush forms on his face.

The breasts on Chrysalis were much, much larger than he remembered her having. Just one of them could easily hold ten full grown stallions like Big Mac! No wonder she had trouble getting into the room. The door frame was much too small for just one, let alone two. A quick glance to the right confirmed his theory, as the frame was no longer rectangular and the surrounding plaster had multiple cracks in it.

Gadget was shaken out of his stupor by Chrysalis loudly clearing her throat. “Now, as I was saying…” Her horn glows faintly as she closes the door and locks it. “You’re in luck.” She looks over her right shoulder and smiles at him, while stretching her arms. “The patrons have been exceptionally generous tonight.” Turning quickly on her heels, she turns herself towards him, giving him a full view of her green nipples and areolae. She elegantly walks towards Gadget, although her breasts turn those elegant steps into heavy stomps.

Queen Chrysalis stops right in front of Gadget. As much as he tries, he can’t see anything above her navel. The mountains before him are so great that they also fill his peripheral vision. Suddenly, these come down and bury him in an avalanche of titflesh. He quickly senses a warm liquid creeping towards his legs from both sides and a rich creamy scent filling the air.

Chrysalis rests her head on her left hand, the elbow making a great divot in her left breast. Meanwhile, she draws circles over her right tit with the other hand. “So…” she says with half-lidded, emerald eyes. “How about you and I put those donations to good use?”