Onerous Ovi Overload
 
Prompt - https://www.derpibooru.org/1361125 and https://www.derpibooru.org/803404
Queen Chrysalis is well overdue with an entire swarm's worth of eggs. Can she hold them in long enough for the drones to complete her new hive? Spoiler: no.
 
Tags - NSFW, Hyper Pregnancy, Birth Denial (Attempted), Alot of Eggs
 
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Ever the patient schemer, Queen Chrysalis was used to setbacks. Inconveniences, stumbling blocks, even defeats. Such things, she told herself, could always be set right given time. While the most recent loss to those insipid little ponies weighed heavy on her ego, she simply resolved to pick herself up and try again. Already the drones were constructing a new hive - a maze of tunnels and chambers that would one day be the seat of her new empire. She smiled to herself, watching them. Her little drones were simple creatures but diligent ones, and their tireless labor left her free to sit back, observe, and make more eggs so that the hive might expand. As a queen should.
 
"Liset," Queen Chrysalis asked, waving down a drone as she wandered past, "how much longer until the birthing chamber is complete?"
 
Liset was a small changeling but an energetic one, and buzzed up into the air on her gossamer wings to address her queen face to face. Since being placed in the position of de-facto foreman of the new hive, she had taken to wearing a yellow construction hat and a large, toothy grin at all times. "Not long, Your Fecundity. I'd say maybe, umm, ninety percent done. Sit back and relax, it's all in good hooves."
 
Sitting back, of course, had long ago ceased to be an option. Unlike those silly little ponies, changelings took reproduction *seriously*. One, maybe two foals at a time? Laughable. Chrysalis had often permitted herself a little self-indulgent chuckle, imagining the looks of surprise and incredulity the ponies might wear if they could see her at the peak of her breeding cycle, replete with *hundreds* of eggs. The makings of a new swarm. Her midsection bulged grandly in all directions, utterly stuffed with eggs both grown and growing - its lowest point perilously close to grazing the floor despite her towering stature, the back end forcing her hindlegs apart and the front face pressing against the backs of her forelegs, the whole thing swelling out to a gloriously excessive width at both her sides and straining the green banding that encircled her torso.
 
Chrysalis' response to Liset was cut off before it started by gritted teeth and a low groan. A sensation of firm, almost painful tightness rushed through her lower body; intense and urgent. It lasted for less than a second, but it was enough to throw off her train of thought and keep her from berating the drone for being more impudent than usual.
 
Liset giggled to herself, pressing her forehooves to her cheeks. "Sorry Your Bigness, but we still need more time. Just a little bit, I promise."
 
Chrysalis hmphed loudly and crossed her forehooves, with few options save to accept her little drone's report. She was used to being patient but this was getting ridiculous - her first laying was a month overdue, and the eggs would just keep building up more and more until she began the birthing process. By now she could barely walk, the sheer cumbersome mass of her womb like a lead weight pulling the rest of her down. "Very well, Liset. I expect you to be finished by tomorrow evening."
 
The mischievous drone nodded and gave the queen a little wink. "Sure thing, Your Enormity. But you know what they say - you can't rush art."
 
Chrysalis waved Liset away, tired of her smugness. Already she felt another tightening around her middle, and held back the contraction as best she could. This would not do - she needed a distraction. A self-indulgent smile crossed her lips, and she summoned several drones from their work on less important parts of the hive to 'attend' to her. All too glad to serve, they quickly surrounded their queen's bulbous form, laying their porous hooves upon her taut skin. And more than that - tongues, cheeks, hips, stomachs and lewder parts besides. A shifting, lustful host of chitinous bodies surrounded and engulfed her. Chrysalis purred indulgently and bade her children to pleasure her, and so they did. She revelled in the distraction it offered her from the mild but irritating contractions of her delayed breeding cycle.
 
There were worse ways to spend a weekend...
 
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"Liset! Explain!"
 
The weekend had turned into a week. Queen Chrysalis dangled her procrastinating foreman in front of her in a magical grip, red-faced and sweating with a grimace equal parts anger and strain, but Liset just wouldn't wipe that smug grin off her face. "Explain what, Your Crowdedness?"
 
"Why is the birthing chamber not complete yet?" Chrysalis hissed, baring her teeth. Her patience was drawing perilously close to its breaking point; enough to make her twitch.
 
Liset shrugged. "Diggers hit a rock. Can't lay eggs with a rock in the way."
 
"You're doing this on purpose! Rocks don't take an entire week to move you littl-" Chrysalis cut herself off with a little start. That twitch hadn't been out of anger; another contraction was building, steady and unstoppable, and it felt set to be the biggest one so far. She grit her teeth and ignored Liset's sarcastic response - holding the eggs back took all of her focus now. She set her hooves - not that doing so had done much good ever since her swollen middle had grown enough to meet the floor - and dedicated all her focus on enduring the raw pressure that built all across her taut hide, burning insistently as it focused around her stubbornly resilient cervix. She huffed and panted, feeling for all the world like a bomb about to explode. A big fat tick ready to burst. It didn't feel *bad* as such, nor did it scare her - Chrysalis knew that she was made of strong stuff, but she had never delayed a brood this long before. It was becoming far more than an inconvenience. As the sensation slowly faded and Chrysalis' womb settled back into feeling 'just' extremely heavy and full, she made up her mind.
 
"Never mind, then," she huffed, "an unfinished birthing chamber is better than none at all. Drones! Carry me!" At the queen's word, her dozens of attendants scrambled to shift her enormous bulk towards the birthing chamber. "You too, Liset! You can push!"
 
Liset took up position behind Chrysalis, giggling to herself not only at the thought of the obvious response, but also at the fact that the queen was obviously unable to close her back legs. There was simply too much belly in the way, and the awkward pose exposed the queen's thick ebony ass, her hips already well parted for birthing, for everyone to see. Her sex glistened green, spread wide and quivering in anticipation of its inevitable task, and the entire arrangement was sent into a flurry of weighty jiggling once the drones' combined strength finally got Chrysalis moving.
 
They made it halfway to their goal before the next contraction hit. Chrysalis tensed, her entire bloated body seeming to harden as her muscles clamped down. She moaned through her teeth, concentrating. Clenching. *I can do this*, she thought. *Almost there, just a little longer. I can hold them back...*
 
And then Liset, with her long, damp little tongue, licked Chrysalis' tummy right up the midline.
 
The dam broke, and in more ways than one. Announced by a great shuddering squeal from the normally aloof queen, a great torrent of thick, pungent nutritional fluid burst from Chrysalis' gaping snatch, coating Liset and the drones on her left and right from head to hoof. The first egg, a smooth jade ovoid the size of a football, passed out of her cervix with a loud *schlurp* and filled her back passage completely, stretching it even wider as it began to crown. The queen wiggled her hooves helplessly and groaned out loud, but nothing would stop what had now begun. Another contraction hit almost immediately and with great force, as if aware that the time had come. Another egg pressed out into her vaginal tunnel, carrying with it a fresh wave of sticky goo and pushing its sibling to stretch her opening wider and wider - but not quite wide enough to pass the egg entirely. Chrysalis bucked her hips and buzzed her wings, moaning and squirming and drooling, all sense of dignity or pride completely washed away by a storm of sensation.
 
And then, again, she felt Liset's tongue. Probing, playful, like a cheeky little sprite dancing around the edges of her enormously dilated pussy. The soaked little changeling dug her hooves into the fleshy cushions of the queen's broodmare-grade ass, teasing and stimulating with all her usual audacity. With a great heave of internal pressure and no small amount of mess, the first egg slid free and into the drones' waiting hooves. Chrysalis barely registered it, the third egg of dozens already making its presence known.
 
In less than a minute, this became a regular cycle. Chrysalis was a heaving, moaning egg pump that filled the bulk of the corridor, a new egg emerging automatically every few seconds with a loud, wet sound and a fresh round of moans and grunts from the belabored queen. Liset, whose hard hat had left her face the only part of her body not utterly plastered in amniotic goo, paused in her cheeky cunnilingus and grinned that fanged, impish little grin.
 
"Whoops~."