>Head ringing loud enough to drown out the screams
>Grasping for spear and helmet
>Changelings kick them out of reach and flutter on
>Lying on your back, defeated
>Looking around in dismay
>Your brothers are beaten down, or far worse
>One of your friends still stands
>But he fights no longer
>A changeling stares into his eyes, milky blue and soulless they trap him in a spell
>From behind, another changeling takes him with vigor
>You feel increasingly ill
>The pain in your head threatens to black you out
>You scarcely notice the prowling drones around you
>They chitter, a clicking and chattering that turns your skin
>In unison they nod, digging sharp fangs into your shoulders and dragging you the long mile to the palace
>The pain should be unbearable, but the potent aphrodisiac in their fangs overwhelms you
>Against your will the throbbing, unsatisfied erection feels like your worst injury
>Inside the Royal Palace the droning grows in volume
>Thousands of voices in unison, singing their black chorus
>You are drug into a line with other mares and stallions
>You think you recognize some of the elements, and all the strongest stallions in your company
>Your forelimbs and hindlimbs are bound tightly with their vile goo
>An hour scarcely passes before you feel the weight of an incredible evil shadow in the room
>Softly you begin to weep
>Death would be a mercy
>The Queen strides the line of her harem
>Surveying the bare vagina and puckering anuses
>She selects a rainbow maned pony to be her first conquest of the evening
>Her hoof brushes the exposed rump
>The bound pony begins screaming into her gooey slime gag
>It does her no good
>The Queen massive, foul tool grows long and thick beneath her body
>She makes sure to rub its entire length up the pony's back to tease her
>The bound mare's muffled screams have tears running from her eyes, she rocks her bonds but cannot break free
>Most of the other soon to be victims turn their head
>You do not
 
>The Queen's girth is obscene
>Her gargantuan tool rests under the docked remnant of the vibrant rainbow tail that once grew there
>A playful dry jab goes nowhere, serving to only further scare the tortured mare
>It is too late for her
>The Queen leans in on her, propping herself up on her fat cock against the sensitive mare's hind end
>Her cool, giggling laughter ring darkly in the dim palace
>More and more of her weight is put on the mare, the thick head twice as wide as her opening, the only point of contact between their bodies
>She thrashes her ass to and fro attempting to escape, in her fear and panic she doesn't realize how well she spreads the oily green lubricant oozing from the tip
>Chrysalis is leaning far, almost looking about to tip forward
>Her eyes cast down, her mouth open in an anxious smile
>She was enjoying the game
>Then, she won
>You imagine the sound of ripping flesh as you see the Queen stumble
>A foot of her flesh disappears into the blue mare
>Somehow she seems to scream without breathing for an endless minute
>Back and forth the Queen works her cruel cock, working in a second foot of corrupted flesh
>Her black butt bounces in the air, her stomach swelling in anticipation
>Darkness smears the cunt and thighs of the victim, a dark blood flowing from her ruined vagina
>Chrysalis, her game over, finishes with merciful speed
>Licking her lips with her slick green tongue she buries herself deep
>Her tummy contracts hard, with deep convulsions
>Small, phosphorescent eggs are squeezed through her fat ovipositor
>The mare's stomach swells to a pregnant size, coat thin and stretch marks visible
>Her dull, lifeless magenta eyes have appeared to lost all their soul
>Slowly the Queen pulls out, inch by inch it seems to take an age to withdrawal her cock
>A few eggs pop out, but Chrysalis's 'cum' quickly hardens into a plug
>She sighs with a satisfied relief
>Her eyes turn toward you
>You do not look away in time
>She licks her vile lips
 
>She prowls over to you, the two ponies she skips over shiver in fear
>Your head hurts too bad to look away, the changelings bound you on your back
>She mistakes your injury for bravado
>"You seem so eager, my little pony. Well, l am a kind and generous Queen, am l not?"
>Looking deeply into her emerald eyes you can see nothing but cold, heartless mirth
>Then, looking below, you see the single eye of her massive instrument bobbing as it swells back to it's full size
>The Queen takes a more intimate position with you, forced to work with your bonds
>Like a corrupted missionary she lays on top, her forelimbs tucked at your sides
>No longer can you see past her forelimbs or her face, your entire world the massive Queen
>Her breath is sickeningly sweet, like rotten fruit
>As she looks you in the eye you can tell she is working some foul magic
>It would appear that for all her black magic it cannot penetrate the fogginess of your concussion
>You're forced to do this without the opiates of her lustful magic
>Her cock rests on your belly for the moment, beside your own
>Chrysalis seems cool as ice at first, her dead body without either heartbeat or heat
>Yet, wherever she touches you blisters into a heady warmth
>Her fat cock is still coated in slime and blood
>As she smushes them together between your bellies the cold ichor soon warms to an incredibly sensitive heat
>You can't help but sigh
>Despite all the pain in your head, your love poisoned cock could be no firmer
>Another betraying twitch of your heart, your swollen head seems so erect it's about to burst
>Her powerful legs easily jiggle her heavy body back and forth without effort
>The fat cock dwarfing your own, sliding around back and forth, burning with unholy heat, sandwiched between your soft tummy and her slowly bulging thorax, the pleasure is unbelievable
>Looking her in the eye you almost wish her spell could steal you away
>You cum
>Hard
>Barely noticing her tongue dart in your mouth
 
>Her slick little viper wriggles in your mouth as the convulsions wrack your body
>Thick rope after thick rope glues the two of you together
>Sensitivity heightened by the venoms in your body the orgasm is undeniably the strongest you've ever had
>And then, an awful coldness in your heart
>You realize with horror that you've lost a chunk of your soul
>Her energetic tongue bats your lifeless one around as you lay there in terror
>It is delicious to her
>Instantly you regret every decision you've ever made in your life
>She pulls back, breaking the kiss with a 'mwah'
>The venomous pinpricks in your lips swell with heat, numbing your expression
>Her dark laughter echoes once more
>She fucking loves this stuff
>Her stomach has swollen fat with eggs once more, no doubt each birthed with a small chunk of your soul
>Her butt raises high in the air, her long cock dragging through the sick mixture of blood, ichor, and cum marring your beautiful white chest
>She has to stand tiptoe for the tip to clear you, her weight crushing you where she presses your chests together
>Weariness comes over you
>You anus relaxes, not of her vile poison but of simple hopeless resignment
>Her fat head bobs as her thick little monster twitches
>The broad, flat tip brushing your heavy balls up out of the way
>Her hole aligned with yours, the rest of her unnatural circumference covering your taint and spreading your cheeks
>She sweetly croons in your ear
>Her muscles contract above you
>Slowly she works out thick, impossibly slick goo from her tip
>This disgusting pre coats your entire crack, clinging like oil and dispelling friction
>Everywhere it touches tingles and burns with a warm, sensitive fire
>Her forked tongue tickles your ear, diving deep into your ear canal
>The ridiculous monstrosity below now actually threatens to slip inside you
>You finally manage to clench your eyes shut despite the pain in your head
>It is nowhere near the pain your anus is about to experience
 
>She gently presses forward, her flared head gaining millimeter by millimeter
>Each minute increment seems to stretch on for forever
>Your sphincter strains at the seams, the burning and tearing sensations itching at your mind
>Anxiety and claustrophobia start to consume you
>The Queen is heavy, her arms as as iron bars caging you in
>Her spear is unstoppable, your soft flesh parting for its dull point at its whim
>You squeeze in vain, the contraction only pleasing and teasing her
>She squeezes in kind, her head flaring wide and stinging you in return
>Back and forth her baby thrusts lubricate you
>Straining flesh stings as the muscles permanently stretch
>You're being ruined
>And she's smiling that lopsided, open smile once more
>You lose.
>Past the point of no return, her head penetrates you proper, passing the tight sphincter her wide head is sucked in
>Nearly eight inches of flesh instantly dive inside you, barely a third of her incredible cock
>You gasp dryly, howling is beyond your grasp, your numb lips incapable of speech
>She rocks it back and forth now, babying the massive member deeper into your body without killing you
>The pressure in your head rivals the pressure in your guts, both an exquisite pain all their own
>You ought to be praying for death
>Yet, you do not
>The pain seems to excite you now
>Your increasingly corrupted body aches for stimulus, of any kind
>Your lightly ripped anus, stretched so wide you cannot even fruitlessly pucker, is almost enjoyable
>Inside your head each pang of the migraine is echoed by a pang of pleasure, waves rolling in and out constantly, swirling each other
>Your tongue lolls from your mouth
>You've lost all dignity and composure
>And you can only regret it for a second before the thought is banished from your mind
>Her tempo increases, her slimy strokes longer and deeper
>She's almost hilting in you before long, you can feel your stomach swell
>Somehow, you crave more
 
>As though she can read you mind she does a push up, granting you full view of the show
>Her long, thick cock spills out of your insides
>She holds it at the peak, her flared head teasing your ring, about to pop free
>Gradually she sinks it deep into you, each inch a welcome friend, every pound of flesh greatly missed
>With a sensual shudder you watch the thick visible bulge rise in your pelvis and press up into your chest
>You need more
>Why can't you shake that sensation?
>You -need- more
>But you don't know how to say it
>Propped on her elbows, still visually fucking you, her breath spills from her mouth onto you like hot fog once more
>"Do you want more?"
>You meekly nod, like a little child about to receive a Hearth's Warming gift
>"Do you love me?"
>Your numb lips struggle to for the words
>With a herculean effort, you manage to say "I love you"
>That causes an inkling of pain in the back of you mind, but you can't remember why
>Not that you care
>As soon as the words leave your lips the Queen hilts in you, shuddering
>Warmth gushes into your stomach
>You feel pressure, terrible expanding pressure in your bowels and stomach
>Intestines stuffed like sausage, eggs well forth and pool into your stomach
>Fatter and fatter you swell, peculiar stabbing and piercing pains plaguing you yet not unbearable
>Suppressing the urge to vomit you crack an eye open at the Queen
>Her face, the serene look of pleasure and duty on the broodmother's face, it fills you with such pride
>Pride like you haven't felt since serving Princess...
>Princess...
>Another Princess, besides the Queen
>You are grateful for every decision that has ever brought you here
>Muttering 'thank you' breathlessly, the Queen understands nonetheless
>She kisses you sweetly, pulling her titanic cock free
>A few eggs plop free, but the most are safe
>They hum inside you, the gentle droning now from without and within
>You drift off to a serene sleep as the Queen shares her gift with the others
 
>Some hours later, you awaken
>A changeling drone is gently nuzzling your face
>You've regained feeling in your lips and tongue
>Meaning to ask him what he wants, you part your lips
>He immediately kisses you, deeply, long tongue licking the back of your throat
>Surprisingly, this does not bother you
>You seem to no longer gag
>Quite fortunately, actually
>The drone begins heaving, retching his wicked body
>A thin milky substance pours into your mouth, a slow, moderate flow, easily swallowed
>Disgust no longer applies to your state of existence
>Besides, it's rather delicious
>It warms you, as well
>Not the false, burning warmth of the changeling corruption
>Actual, genuine stolen love
>For just a second you regain your senses to the point where you should be horrified
>But it fades quickly, the children in your stomach sopping it up quickly
>The nurse drone examines you further after the feeding, licking you in odd places and finally settling beside you to nap
>It's nice to have company, after all
>Not a lot of ponies are left in the brooding chamber
>Remarkable few passed the Queen's test, many of the failures have been dragged off
>The windows and walls are blackened with their tar like secretions
>Mostly the only light in the room is provided by the hanging centerpiece in the room, the cocoon of a Princess
>She sure does look pretty
>You wonder who she was
>Across the room the broken mare never answers your call
>To your other side, two stallions
>One ignores you, playing dead
>The other, his face bound, unable to speak
>Really, the nurse drone is a pretty nice guy
>Regular love milk, keeps you warm
>A real bro
>Life isn't so bad, as long as you're willing to roll with the punches
>Oh! The babies are hatching!
>The endless murmur becomes a roaring droning inside your stomach
>Dozens of changelings peel off the walls to supervise
>They eagerly lap at your bottom, their sandpapery tongues and enzyme laden saliva breaking down your plug
 
>One of the drones is surprised, wincing as your sputtering bursts coat him in goo
>The other two were quicker on their hooves, squeezing you out and picking through the mess of fetal changelings
>Many are weak, stillborn or malformed
>The nurse drones select the nicest and strongest ones, spiriting them away one by one to an unknown nursery
>Likewise they return and carry off the unfit in a similar manner toward a different direction
>A pang of maternal concern aches in your heart, but only for a moment
>The Queen visits you that night
>She compliments you on how hardy the children were
>Her voice is like honey
>She admires how strong you are, and how healthy you still are
>Her praise is the sun
>She admits she would like to breed you again
>You salivate in anticipation, your cavernous anus relaxing without your conscious thought
>Chrysalis takes you once more, hard and fast
>You fit her like a glove now
>There is no need for magic to dull the pain
>Your love is enough for her
>For a lifetime of having her babies
 
>A claim she puts to the test for the following ten years