The Brood Stallion

He woke up in an unfamiliar room. An eery green glow providing the only form of illumination inside the structure he found himself in. He looked around, finding a need to investigate the room where he now presided. It was a cave, the walls were covered in a strange form of biomass and crystals, giving the room a damp feeling that stuck to his fur and eyes.

        "Hello?" He cried out as he manged to stand. He waited for a reply, but nothing responded; sans the occasional drip of stale water that reverberated throughout the wide space.

 

        Satisfied that nothing seems to be there, the stallion picks up a rock and starts kicking it around the chamber. It manages to sate his gnawing boredom, but bewilderment upon how he ended up here in the first place took his mind. His thoughts were interrupted by echoing hoof-falls in the distance. 'It might be somepony here to save me!' he thought to himself. His hopes were, however, dashed as several pairs of green eyes penetrated the darkness of the immeasurable distance. Sensing some sort of malice from the intruders of his thin sanctuary he backed up from the open space, trying to get some sort of further distance between himself and them. He perks his ears up as he could overhear faint talk between them, echoing off of the cave walls.

 

        "It appears he's awake, finally."

        "I still doubt the effectiveness of this action my queen, it seems much more logical to simply use-."

        "Quiet you fool, I think he can hear us." His face turned white as he realized that they were planning to do something with him. The voices hush but the footsteps grow louder and more ominous the closer they become. His heart jumps into his chest as he starts making out figures in the foggy darkness. Two pony-like figures, flanking a Taller figure, taller than princess Celestia and many times as menacing. His ears droop down and he lowers himself into almost a prone stance in an attempt to make himself as diminutive as possible. It doesn't work though as the center figure locks eyes with you as soon as she comes in distance. He feels is legs lock up in fear and his heart feels like it's beating in his throat at this point. She continues her advance and eventually meets him face to face, with every intent on instilling fear into his very soul. After what seems like forever she backs away and begins ordering the escorts around.

        "You two, hoist him to the wall; I'll have my 'fun' with him later."    He defiantly doesn't want this. When the first of those...things come within range he kicks out, landing a hit dead in the face. He soon realizes it wasn't a good idea as the center pony tackles him on his butt, snarling as if the pain hurt her directly.

        "You will never, NEVER, assault us. We are your new existence, your saviors. And as much as I like a feisty encounter, we need you sated. I have just the way too, now stand still or this will hurt more." When she finished saying that she bared her teeth, fangs and all. Panic struck him and a moment later she bit deeply into his shoulder. The scent of his blood and his screams saturated the air as thickly as the moisture already present. He felt even more worried as she injected...something, into the wound. He could feel it spread all throughout the bite, even more unexpectedly the strange pony-thing started to lick the bite she inflicted upon him not a moment ago. Helping to seal and cauterize the wound. The feeling that originated heavily in his shoulder began to spread out, first his hooves. Than his face as it grew an incredulous blush and befuddling his mind, which he had no control of either of. It traveled lower and lower into his body until it saturated his being, pooling heavily at his groin as an intense heat and sensitivity.

        "Is my pet more willing to behave now?" Said his captor, adding a particularity sultry tone which, combined with his rather confused and aroused state of mind caused a familiar stirring from his sheath.

        "Good, now drones. Finish my instructions. Orders stay as planned." He wanted to put up a fight, but he was much too confused to try to put up any form of resistance. And their touches felt...so good against his skin. He was hoisted up awkwardly up onto the wall, barely aware of the changelings attaching him to the wall. Only when they were completed did he have the sense to realize that he was secured spread-eagle vertically to the wall. Some part in the deep recesses of his mind told him to fight, to run and try to escape. But why would he listen to that when there's such a good feeling all around him. He notices her begin to squat down and he enters a world of bliss as a fiery hot maw engulfs his semi-engorged member. Quick to bring it to full capacity under the attention. He feels a serpentine tongue slither around the base of his cock, slowly wrapping around until it tickles the very slit. She starts to hum and the vibrations make it even more enjoyable when she engulfs the entirety of his stallionhood, right up to his pelvis. The deepthroat is nothing like he has ever experienced before as she manages to constantly bring him to the edge but she always stops just when he's on the precipice. After several minutes of this teasing she pulls away, leaving him quite lusting for more.

 

        She stands up and there is a genuine look of confusion on his face, between where normally her marehood would be is a phallus, but this one looks vastly different to any he's ever seen before (not that he's seen that many) It was pointed at the end and it appears to of been leaking a clear fluid and it's all over the floor and her lower belly.

        "W-what's that?" is all he manage to get out before she leaps over and engages him into a deep kiss. Panic begins to set in for the first time as he felt her push herself abut his own stallionhood, but it was short lived, replaced with the concoction injected by the bite as the fog of lust and pleasure set back in. She began moaning into the kiss and he could feel something happening. She was pressing herself into his cock. Jamming the tip until it penetrates his tip. He groans out in the uncomfortable pleasure, but he knows the worst (or best) part is yet to come as he feels something part her tip. Heartbeat raising, something more...it's pushing, more and more of it is pushing, it seems so big in there; 'how is it going to fit' he wonders, 'who cares, this is going to feel good' he realized.

 

        He yelled out as his world turned a bright white and his entire brain lit up with the most intense euphoria he ever felt. His skin felt like it was on fire from the overstimulation he was receiving. He could feel something moving inside his own urethra. Stretching it beyond what he conceived possible. What most Stallions cried out in pain he cried out in pure pleasure. One steady moan escaped his lips as more and more of them filtered inside and continued this amazing experience for him. When he thought it couldn't get any better, the first one completed it's course only to stop at his prostate. He would of fell unconscious from the pure pleasure had it not been his own brain. His cock constantly twitching, trying in vain to ejaculate but stopped short due to the stoppage. As the eggs moved on they began finding a route to settle into his testicles. Each one turning his testes into a more and more bloated egg sac.

 

As the stream of eggs ceased chrysalis pulled away, admiring her handiwork with a small look of pride. There was only one problem. He hadn't came yet. The pressure from the pure amount of eggs on his prostate kept him on edge, any movement would of set him off but as he looked at her with a sense of need she merely smiled mischievously and walked into the mist, making sure to sway her hips more than usual.