Spreading the Love

by Ocean Heart

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Queen Chrysalis, Random
Length: 11464

It's easter! And what a better way to celebrate than giving out all kinds of eggs.

Chrysalis takes the special time of year to make her army just a little bit stronger, in the least suspicious way of course...

Sure fooling ponies is fun, but what's more fun than ponies just willing to get as many eggs as possible?

(Clop fic because I don't know! I had the urge to write something for the lols but didn't want it to end this way...ah well, art by Zajice also, romance with a question mark...I suppose? This is by far the latest easter fic since forever.)

Published 2014-06-08 17:30:04 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-15 11:52:37 UTC

Time for the egg hunt!

"Oh my...you found so many of them, sweetie..." she cooed.

The mind controlled servant was nearly passed out on the ground, belly bulging and leaking out the green fluid that came with such a big package. A stallion no less, eyes a tint of green and happy, blissful look on his face...even she couldn't help but out a soft laugh when he tried to sit up; just to be weighed down by the afterglow and eggs. A few changelings crawled down the hive walls and picked him up, taking him to a chamber to keep safe until the new clutch was ready. Chrysalis took a deep breath and smiled, proud of her babies for knowing just what to do without being told.

Its the little things you have to enjoy, taking the time to admire how well her children are trained...even if it is simple. Chrysalis got up and rubbed her stomach...that feeling already building again. Time to be a bit more bold...Ponyville was having an Easter egg hunt, meaning a lot of ponies...and a lot of chances to build her army, even have a little fun with her duty.

So with a quick bit of thought she stood up and pressed her mane back in order. Walking on though the tunnels deep under the Everfree forest, relishing the thought of tricking another pony into a secret spot, only to give them a 'basket' full of eggs...

Another soft laugh escaped her, picking up her walk as more of her strength returned. Laying eggs was a rough duty of course, the careful planning that went into this time of year was staggering; and it would all come crashing down if one of her babies got caught bringing a pony to the hive for a clutch from the queen. For now though...it was simple, get into the hunt and find a good host...

The bright day shone from the exit to the hive, a tunnel dripping with green goop, enough to scare off any who would venture too close. The cool spring breeze was so comforting, even against her hard chitn hide...it almost made her consider just making this a fun outing...but the bloated feeling soon got worse, so..one fun for another....

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Jasper Ore, a simple pony with a simple goal.

To spend the day outside and not lose his mind while in public. A painfully shy stallion, spending most of his days in seclusion working on his own experiments took away the need to for outside contact..but after a friend told him that this year's egg hunt would have a secret prize...his curiosity got the better of his shyness. So out he went into the world, the white spot of fur on his muzzle and black tint to his legs, all contrasting his orange color called a lot of attention to the strange new pony...but like a trooper, he weathered the looks and attempts at conversation to know what that secret prize was.

The sun was hot, it made him more uncomfortable, grass waving in the gentle breeze of the spring and trees in a full green bloom. Deep in thought as the proctor droned on about the rules and having fun, passing out little bags for the foals to carry on their backs as they hunt, adults getting a more fitting saddle bag made of straw; once he had acquired his bag, he rushed back to the back of the group and kept his head lowered to avoid being noticed by the mare up front giving more directions and playing with the crowd.

"She is such a bore, no?"

Jasper nearly jumped out of his skin, the female voice coming from behind him. A mare walked to his left and gave him a friendly smile.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you...I'm kinda new here too."

She was a dark, midnight color with bright green eyes, long, jet black mane that swooped down her neck and hung loosely; the top just hanging over the left side of her face a little to obscure her features.

"U-uhh..." Jasper remarked intelligently.

The mare giggled a little and rolled her eyes.

"I'm Mirror Image, yourself?"

"Uhhh......"

Mirror Image let out a sigh and just smirked.

"Okay "Uhhh.", why are you here? I don't see a kid."

It took a moment to think of the reason, he was stuck...caught by those...enchanting eyes...

"Kid..?" Finally finding the way to speak again. "....Oh! Yes, I'm here for the prize at the end..."

The announcer finished, holding up a flag in the air with her magic.

"Then how about we buddy up, two can find more than one pony alone."

Before he could argue, the starting flag is waved and Mirror Image drags him along the first few feet until he finds his own footing and follows. A strong pull for what he thought was just a normal mare...

_ _

Dragged this way and that, he was gasping for breath by the time they both had a good amount in their baskets. Finally the mare was tired, she huffed as she walked to catch her breath and gave Jasper a friendly smile. The shyness of the stallion was starting to melt away as he came to enjoy this mare's company, her cheerful attitude and silly mannerisms made him laugh and follow her without hesitation until the sun started falling in the sky. Childish baskets full and both of them a bit tired, Jasper smiled a little at her, ears still flat against his head as they were when she first spoke to him.

They walked slowly to a tree to get some shade...and while Jasper was a very smart pony, he had a hard time finding a reason a mare like her would spend time with him like this. Mirror Image sat down and took off the heavy saddle basket, taking a deep breath of the spring air and letting it out slowly; those unreadable eyes looking at the shifting clouds in wonder.

Mirror looked over at him with a shift of the eyes and gave him a sly smile, everypony else had either retired or was off searching another side of the field. Jasper was not a social pony....but he knew what those eyes said and it made his face flush red and ear tips burn crimson.

"I uh...w-we should probably be heading back..." He said with the timid shyness returning full strength.

The ebony coat shimmered in the sunlight, wind flowing though her mane perfectly as she got up and started walking towards him.

"Why? This little egg hunt has just started...you know...I've watched you, Jasper, it's hard finding somepony with so much in common...and in a setting like this."

Heart pounding so hard it hurt his ribs, Jasper quickly began to circle around towards the direction of the starting point and trying to make an escape. Mirror was on him the instant he moved, waiting like a trained predator until his back was to the tree and quickly closing the distance so he would have no place to run; cornered to the large appletree...

"You know that we are alike....outsiders...I think..." She stopped, face turning bright red and her own ears falling flat as a shy side begins to come out.

Jasper was shaking all over and he couldn't help but look up at her, so confident, so otherworldly...those eyes ever changing and telling him more than he could ask for in a conversation.

It would be a bold faced lie to say his curiosity never shifted from the silly prize to the mare that stepped right out of his dreams. Desire getting stronger as the day waned and now it stood right in front of his face, hell, inches from his face with a breathy whisper and spine tingling touch on the cheek.

"I was hoping to have some fun as well..." Her voice, like a song...ringing in his head and filling it with a cloudy haze.

Mirror Image took a step back and Jasper couldn't stop himself from leaning forward, fumbling over his hooves as he tries so hard to stay and hear that musical voice; it made her giggle quietly, watching him stumble a little.

Deciding that leaving the greater part to him, the bashful lab rat, was a bad idea. Stepping over to him again and pinning his back to the tree with a hoof, turning to her side to get closer and turning herself around, flicking Jasper's nose as she goes and promptly swaying her wide hips for him, the thick thighs in full view while her more delicate bits flutter in and out of view under her full and curly tail.

_ _

Almost putty in her hooves...his eyes bearing that green tint and growing in strength as she applies a little magic to creep into his mind. Jasper couldn't take his eyes off it...glistening in the light of the evening sun and the scent of a sweet flower waiting in a summers eve..he had to have it...he never had an urge like this before, but he couldn't ignore it. The stallion leaned his head forward and opened his maw slowly,breathing heavily while his heart beats out his anxiety, blood pumping hard and making a certain bit of him push forth from his fuzzy sheath. Warm tongue pressed against hot flesh as his face reddens, Mirror shuddered at his touch and he was rewarded with a sweet flavor of mare building a clear pool on his nose and soon dripping down his chin; the lapping, wet sounds of his tongue exploring the foal hole easily heard for a distance...thankfully no pony was around to witness such an act.

"Ohh.....come on now...get it in there, cutie.." She cooed to him, the stallion's eyes growing brighter green.

Jasper listened, haze of lust getting harder to think though as his tongue dived deeper into the midnight colored slit; sweet flavors almost addictive in a way. Jasper was panting hotly, the convulsions of the warm tunnel giving him just a preview of what kind of pleasure he would experience.

"O-Oh gods, yes...." She moans lustfully, legs spreading a little and growing weak.

Such a talented tongue... She thought to herself.

Shocked that she was even still in disguise...perhaps just a little longer, to enjoy this hidden talent.

Mirror Image moaned again, drooling a little and using some of her magic to force Jasper's muzzle to shove in; and like a good boy, he keeps going, desire blown into a craving for her juices, like nectar in their quality and taste. Who cared if he slowly was slipping in deeper as she let her lust start to overwhelm her...the electric touches of his wet tongue greedily eating her, his hooves braced on her flank and eyes closed.

Brought to the edge a lot faster than she expected, she had to force herself out of character before the stallion would gain the upper hoof.

In a bright flash of green fire, the entranced pony could only look up, slack jawed as the form of a changeling turned to face him...the queen herself was hovering over him with a gentle smile and those same sly eyes, Jasper tried to move to run, but his limbs felt rooted in place against that tree, nopony was around to save him..and yet...he wasn't dead. Eaten alive or made a slave to the changeling queen like the rumors ranted. Instead..he found her lowering herself down to a resting position, eye level with him and gently poking at his still very stiff stallionhood.

"Apologizes for the deception..well...I'm not sorry,if that is what you were hoping for...in fact, this was quite the fun little game." She said softly, her voice like music, always changing and sending calm waves through his mind. "But now it is time for the second part of our game..."

Jasper's eyes widened as a long tongue came forth from the changeling queen, her eyes closing and the flexible appendage gently started at his base and slowly worked up...up up and up it went at an agonizing pace until it covered the tip and parted, a dollop of pre smearing his flare and trailing the forked tongue as it returned to its owner.

Chryslias could taste that familiar sweetness...it made her grin even more...

"And a virgin...I promise to make it memorable.."

Jasper gulped and could only watch as her fangs gleam dangerously, her wet maw slipping over the flare and slowly slipping herself down, Jasper shuttered and panted quietly, warm tunnel of her maw like heaven on earth...

Chryslias continued breaking the poor stallion, his twitches of pleasure only encouraging her to keep going; it was this part that really made it fun for her...the feeling of complete control and the salty sweet taste that rolled on her tongue as it encircled the thick pole, coiling it and squeezing out more of the stallion's milk. Jasper couldn't help but moan pitifully when his sex was tormented by the pleasures of the changeling queen.

No...this was his changeling queen...the thought creeped into every corner of his mind until it echoed over and over,like her slow decent down, Jasper was understanding that he wasn't going to be a slave...but he would be a different kind of servant; a whore.

Jasper moaned louder at the thoughts of serving his queen, his eyes a full green and mind empty save for the thoughts of his lust.

So close..Jasper was panting hard now with his back arched against the tree, pre flooding in spurts and the high of bliss just a hair away...

Chryslias stopped,lifting her head up and licking her lips of the creamy mess that he made without even climaxing. Jasper could only look with pleading eyes at his queen.

"Now now, little one...do not look so upset." She stood up and leaned down, carefully lifting the stallion against the tree a few inches as she pressed her body against his. "Mother only needs you like this a few moments longer..."

Jasper gasped and felt something pressing at his backdoor...

"W-wha...?" He could only mumble out, hushed quickly by the queen chiding a child.

"Just relax, my precious little stallion..."

The ovipositor pushed him up a few more inches as it tried to break past his virgin tightness, but with a wet pop and a loud moan, Chryslias felt something she hadn't for a long time...the bliss of a tight stallion...

Jasper could only shut one eye in mixed pain and pleasure, a part of him wanted to question the intentions of this sudden violation of his body...but he trusted the queen...he trusted his mother. Trust rewarded, he felt the blissful haze fall over him again, drowning out the pain.

Pounding pack and forth, the gooey rod inside him pulsed and throbbed with each thrust, he continued to moan once the pleasure was the only thing he could feel. Leaning his head into the soft carapace covered neck of his queen, whining quietly while his cock began to throb back to life and drip.

Chryslias was breathing a little heavily, her lust taking over again and picking up the spearing of the pitifully cute stallion...it made her grin again when he started holding onto her like an old lover,more of his cream dripping between them, the pace increased until he was bumping against the tree with each push, the feeling of her eggs finally shifting in her stomach was her own heaven. The phallas bulged with the first orb slipping down and pressing at the victims tailhole.

"Are you ready for your new life, pet?" She cooed into his ear.

The hot whisper made him moan at an even higher pitch, the orb suddenly rammed past his entrance and making his heart skip a beat when it settled in is belly...soon, the next egg was pressing at his hole...and he wanted it so bad..

"Y-yes...I....just want more..."

The absent tone made her proud of how deep her control is, the stallion no longer had desires past being her personal slut...her breeder. Chryslias was more than happy to oblige his wish,the second egg cramming in...the third...fourth...by the fifth, she was panting hard, sweating even; Jasper had climaxed by the second...or third...she couldn't tell anymore. The only thought she had was the final egg working its way down with the fertilizing load that would give her full relief.

Green goo seeped from his hole and pooled on the grass,his stomach was bulging with its child bearing load, the sun had properly set on the field when he found himself absently licking at the leftovers of his own mess on his face,it was gross...but he could stop, he was just addicted to this feeling of bliss.

The final egg...Chryslias was moaning loudly when it was pushed into her pet with the flow of green goo, inflating the stallions belly even further until he looked rightly pregnant with triplets. Jasper's previous life was over...his new life was just beginning.

Bright, solid blue eyes opened to see his mother, the changeling queen still holding him close and reveling in the afterglow; the sharp fangs were growing slowly in his maw and he felt an odd hunger nagging at the back of his mind. The deed was done...a new breeder to join the ranks and a cute little servant for her to keep close to the throne...she would enjoy this new pet just as she enjoyed the others before him that "performed" excellently...

"I...love you,mother..." He said quietly..

Chryslias smiled and rubbed his head, the energy feeding her still once the egg laying appendage was tucked away again. Getting up and pulling the new changeling to his hooves. The poor stallion was unsteady from the new weight pulling his belly inches from the ground.

Looking to the everfree, the mountain where she hid her hive and plotted her revenge...it was good that he still had the sense to give into her control, a willing slave is so much more fun, of course...

"Then follow me, my precious..."

Jasper walked as fast as his hooves would take him, Chryslias forced to slow down to keep him from falling behind...all she could think of during the walk back was..

I can't wait for next easter...

Author's Note

This was a gift for a friend who tried so hard to not be a brony.

Until a changeling queen found him all alone....

Life in the Hive(One year later)

Author's Note

Tags in order: Unbirthing, Transformation, cunnilingus(google actually knows how to spell that...right..), role reversal(:3), male impregnation.

Was a little wrong in the predictions, but hey, its done!

Life in the Hive(One year later)

The wet sounds of moaning and occasional cry of a pleasure peak was the usual songs that filled his normal day, at least what passed for normal inside the changeling breeding chamber...

He stopped in front of a mare hanging on a wall, tied by hardened resin on her wrists and legs, womb full and a trail of green between her legs leading into the cluster of glowing eggs.

"Hello there, Lightning...how are we feeling today?" He said with a friendly smile.

In return he received a half drunken moan, the mare getting a blue glow to her eyes and a hard chitin starting to show under the fur...suddenly, she spasmed and a gush of fertilized goo soaked the eggs below her, a massive orb spreading her luminous folds under the laden belly and causing her to nearly seize with the sheer size of the egg leaving her. Rolling gently down the sticky wall, it joined its brothers ready to hatch; leaving the mare to her facilities, Jasper decided to check on his mother.

It had been quite the challenge breaking out of his shyness to perform his duties to the hive, but as the black carapace on his body grew and thickened, he also grew more confident in his step and even gained a witty scene of humor early on when speaking to the queen. It was a playful game between the two...who could cut deeper but not resort to plain insults, it even caused Chrysalis to grow fond of her servant; which is why when the bright orange eyes and the big head poked around the corner and gave her a bright smile.

"Hello, mother...looking enrapturing as always."

Chrysalis was currently adding a new member to her breeder staff, so naturally her stomach was laden with the weight of what was once a pony...and the stress as well. Glaring and hissing quietly, sticking her tongue out for effect at the "comment".

"Shhh..you need to stay nice and calm." He said, smiling mischievously and stepping to her side, adjusting some of the dirt smudged pillows for her on the makeshift bed under the green glow on the gooey lights stuck at seemingly random places.

Truth be told, Jasper always had a soft spot for his queen when she was in this state...to bring new life to this seemingly dead cave was something he found fascinating and alluring. Chrysalis held her belly as she rolled carefully to allow her servant to help...

"I am fine, pet...but you should watch yourself making remarks like those..."

Jasper looked up at her and gave that sly smirk that she could only roll her eyes at.

"I love you just the way you are, mother; big or small...and think of it this way, the bigger you are, the more of you we all can love."

Chrysalis glared and sighed heavily, falling back on her bed and shooting Jasper a death glare.

"You are so lucky I put up with you, little one..." The ice in her voice just lined with her inner affection.

Jasper was about to comfort her by easing up on the teasing, instead, he just felt a little bad when he saw the chitin gut lurch and his queen let out a loud moan of mixed pain and pleasure. The clear green membrane of her stomach gave him a clear view, the pony inside was no longer furry and the gears on his flank, proclaiming his past life, was replaced by shiny black shell.

"Oh dear...I'll fetch the blanket and-" He said, taking a few steps back and looking for where he placed the cloth from last time.

Chrysalis suddenly cried out again, the green lips between her legs parting by a black head...

"Well! This one is eager, isn't he..."

Jasper quickly rushed to his queen again, the green fluids leaked all over the ground and her face was stark red, biting her lip and breathing rapidly, the head became a horn, a face, neck...all of it slowly pushing from its mother. Jasper could only smile as he helped by using a little magic to ease the passage, even if it created his own glowing blue goo that coated her insides.

The new breeder's body came with wet sounds and hot panting, slowly being pushed to a resting spot on the massive bed, Jasper could only watch at this point, feeling a bit of thickness grow between his hind legs.

_ _

A sharp gasp, coughing and heart racing, Sparky found his limbs no longer paralyzed, he could only smell the sweetness of Mother, all around him...at every waking second of his entrapment. The smell still lingered, his eyes were blurry but he felt the fluid on his body was that of his mothers. There was another scent...bitter, almost like salt, it made it difficult to contain himself as he slipped down the impossibly tight tunnel, body rubbing and feeling every crevice and delightful, fleshy turn...perhaps...

Now that his vision was clearing, he could indeed see that he was sitting on a bed made of soft ground, a strange insect like protrusion coming from between his legs and dripping thick green fluid....and just the sight of it made his heart skip. Memories of the womb raced through his mind suddenly, the feeling of being so tightly held, the safe haven of mothers womb....but now he was reborn, and he saw the her loving face looking down at him.

"That's why....he's practically bursting with new little ones..."

The voice made him jump, his stomach clenching and gurgling as he realized something was wrong; he scanned around and spotted a blue eyed brother...but this changeling was thin...he was so full it hurt.

"They grow faster every time..." She said, moving to sit on her flank properly, like a real queen once again."

The last thing he remembered was his shop...a country mare had wandered in and needed directions to the local library..those dark and worn overalls and thick sandy blond hair..he didn't stand a chance. After quite the session of tender moments by the light of a lantern on a dark, oaken workbench....nothing..a few soft steps caught his attention away from his thoughts.

A few changelings entered the room, their steps a little eerie in their silence; Jasper stepped aside and let the group take the new breeder, helping him to his hooves and escorting him off the bed and out of the room, hopefully they can find a subject big enough to hold all those eggs that he has...

Poor thing...must be so full...

Jasper lets out a soft sigh when the group leaves the room, happy to have done his part in making the hive just a bit stronger...and of course, made his queen happier. The changeling queen waited until they were far out of earshot before letting out a long sigh and flopping on her back, letting her head sink into the pile of pillows, exhaustion overtaking her still...

Though it might have been inappropriate a long time ago, Chryslias had grown to accept the fact that she needed help after such an enduring task; so a spare breeder would always be standing by to assist, just as Jasper had..in fact, he had grown so fond of this process, she simply let him sit in on all of them. The little changeling was a great help, but it entertained her to no end to see him get so worked up just watching her, that shining black stiffness between his legs and green fluid dripping from it made her let out a soft laugh. So as always, Jasper stood by just in case she needed a bit of attention after the ordeal.

While it would be perverted to say Chryslias herself enjoyed the feeling of such a full womb, the tightness of her body getting stretched for a new changeling to slide oh so gently out...but that's why she didn't say it to anyone but her lead breeder. After all, its very unladylike to foster such bad thoughts...and whose to argue that a little fun after such work isn't earned...?

"Jasper...come lie with me." She beckoned softly.

All too eager to comply, he closed the small distance between them and did as she did, lied on his back next to her, looking up at the green luminescent roof made of soil and rock. Chryslias leaned over to him, soft chitin body pressing against his and sharing the warmth and afterglow of such a momentous event. A whisper, like a tease, tickling his ear and sending a jolt of excitement though this body...

"I've been left...unsatisfied..by your performance moments ago....perhaps you can redeem yourself."

Playing coy...an insult with an offer, typical of her style; Jasper had even grown to enjoy a little verbal abuse thanks to her teasing and musings. Suddenly finding her strength again, she rolled over and sat on top of him, giving him a wicked grin that made him realize that the process actually did leave her on edge...and it might have been his fault for making it a faster birthing than normal...

The changeling pole between his hind legs was pressed between those curvaceous thighs while her hooves were braced on his chest to keep him pinned, it made his ears flatten on his head and face turn a light shade of red when it caused him to let a weak spurt of gooey pre smear her legs and drip down to his groin.

"So eager...that's what I love about you, little Jasper..." She cooed.

Lowering down to grind his meaty stallionhood against her body and give his neck a loving bite, her fangs easily breaking through the chitin shell and savoring the pitiful moans of her servant when she sits back up, watching the small bead of red drip down and stain a pillow. A worthwhile stain, this was a time she wanted to show off...to really thank her favorite breeder for his service.

Jasper squirmed a little under the weight and pressure, she knew every button he had and right now....with the way she licked her crimson red lips, the way she mashed his cock between her loving thighs, that gentle hoof rubbing his chest in circles, as if admiring his changeling form...she was playing for keep, this round...

Jasper let out a quick gasp when she squeezed him again and another spurt of pre stained his belly and managed to smear on her, creating a heavenly wet feeling when she squeezed him one last time and stood up, looming over him with that knowing smile on her face and warm eyes glued to his.

"Now don't get too excited...I need you to show off that talent of yours..."

Jasper knew what was coming...the moment she lifted a hoof to turn around, he know he was in for a bit of abuse. Soon it was hanging over his head, the dripping wet and glowing slit of his queen...his mother.

"Here it comes, little one..."

The plump, equine rump landed on his face gently and stuck him muzzle deep into that honey pot of nectar he remembered fondly as the first thing he he tasted of her. The green, sopping walls around his constricting him muzzle created river of juices that flowed around his head and forced him to close his eyes after a few moments. The slow grind on his face made him let out a muffled groan, he knew he wasn't getting up until he did his job. So with the addition of a changeling tongue, he licked her little pleasure buzzer and worked his way down until he got a satisfying moan of pleasure from the queen so far above him. Grinding her bum a bit harder on him, he flexed his tongue to widen it a little and curled it before pushing it into her, a shutter shaking his head and using his flexible tongue to get as deep as he can..

The feeling of her clinging around his tongue and almost milking it was enough for him to get a small grin on his face, sending the fleshy appendage deeper until he found the cervix...getting a wide grin when just touching it rewards him with a river of sweet smelling juices that stain his face and mat his mane; but he wanted more. With gusto, he pushed against the wall and forced her to hunch over, letting out a long and shaky moan of pleasure until he suddenly broke through...Chryslias could only let out a sharp cry and nearly topple over, the wiggling tongue so deep inside her...it sent her over in seconds. A long cry of orgasm and mouthfuls of girlcum flooding his trapped maw, forcing him, not that he mined, to drink and drink; gulp down as much as he can to keep breathing until she was twitching gently, panting and sweating. Jasper, a little proud that he could please her so quickly...

_ _

Chryslias was completely exhausted, her pet did so well...

Catching her breath, she couldn't even move her body to free the breeder under her if she wanted to. Jasper would just have to suck it up for a bit until she regained her strength again and rolled off. The feeling was almost addictive, that tongue of his...nothing even came close to the feeling he could give her with just a few deft movements of that slimy, slithering meat in his mouth. Its almost understandable that she didn't realize where she was for a few moments, the room was spinning slightly, so she didn't notice that she had gotten on her back and a soft face was looking down at her..while a gentle prodding alerted her to the situation.

"J-..Wait, Jasper?" She mewled weakly, the prodding getting a bit harder and teasing her overly sensitive nethers.

The breeder looked at her with a kind but mischievous grin, blissed out, unable to move and libido being put to the test by a situation turned against her. Jasper leaned down and gave her ear a soft nibble, making her actually blush for the first time since they met.

"I think I've earned my own time, no?" Punctuating himself with a thrust, a few inches sinking inside her and causing her to moan loudly.

"Y-yeess!" She cried...

Jasper gave a nod and resumed his teasing biting, grinding the few inches he has in her, sinking into her warm folds slowly to enjoy the moment. The ridges of a changeling staff was something she rarely felt, it was almost like a delicacy she wanted to only enjoy on very special occasions; and even then, she wanted to control the situation...but just like that, she let Jasper put her on her back and wrapped her legs around him like a mare in heat. Just like a good stallion, he obliged his lover and bit down into her neck with a little force, giving a hard thrust and hilting her, unable to stop himself from letting out a grunt of pleasure, he felt the wings on his back give a quick flutter.

Chryslias let out a sharp moan and held onto his back, bringing herself closer and reveling in the feeling of warm seed starting to stain her insides.

Jasper started to pick up the pace, setting for a deep and long series of back and forth...back and forth, wet sounds of her juices starting to build up again, the sound of his hanging jewels slapping her rear with each thrust making her redden even more. Something about the moment started to drive her wild..Jasper, the meek wall flower had grown into a real stallion, taking charge of the changeling queen herself, all in the name of service....or could it have grown...perhaps they were actual friends...with benefits. Hugging him a bit tighter, she whined quietly and started working what muscle control she had and clenched around his cock,those perfect ridges rubbed in all the right places...

"D-don't...stop.." She whispered.

Jasper had no plans of stopping anytime soon, he picked up the pace and started rocking her body with each deep thrust. Grunting and gasping every other moment, pre spilling out and creating a nice gooey green layer on her perfect rump; some of it dripping down his gonads and making more lewd sounds as he got a bit rougher. Nothing but pleasured moans echoed outside of the royal chambers, reaching far outside the breeding room and caused a few of the changelings outside working to stop and wonder just what is happening...Thankfully, none of them investigate, for fear of intruding on a special moment; for that, Chryslias could only think about for a moment, wondering just what would happen if others saw her in such a submissive position. The thought did not linger, soon Jasper picked up the pace again, going a bot too fast for her to keep up; she was leaning her head into his neck and letting out soft coos of pleasure, feeling a budding orgasm start to catch up on the heels of her last one..

Unable to stop him, Chryslias could only moan, whine and whimper in sheer delight. The thick ridges of the equine pulsing inside her and tip starting to flare,making a wet pop each time he pulls all the way out, only to slam back in with enough force to cause the room to start spinning again. Jasper let out a soft,dominating hiss, tongue hanging out and eyes shut tight as he pounds away with reckless abandon. Thats when she remembered...with eyes breaking wide, she remembered what special attributes breeders have that a normal changeling lacks..

Jasper was panting hard, ramming into her now, mind filled with nothing but lust, he didn't hear his queens stuttered and meek words; pounding, rutting..he was too deep to go back, the tightening in his loins told him it was nearly time, he was ready to breed.

"N-no..not in-Ahh!" She cried when a wave of pleasure hit her and nearly made her cum on the spot.. "Not inside.."

Too late...Jasper let out a long hiss and pushed her on her back, hips rutting her like an animal. Chryslias let out a long howl, moaning loudly for everyone to hear her cry's of pure bliss and pleasure...as a flood of green, warm and sticky cum flooded her empty womb, Jasper letting out a long moan himself and hilting her once again, the flare of his cock pressed right up against her womb and shooting rope after sticky rope of seed.

Nothing could really compare to the feeling of being stuffed full...on rare occasions, Chryslias would find a suitable male from the world of ponies above and use her magics to..alter...him, all to sate her pleasures. Size, thickness, volume or even type...all of it like clay waiting to be molded to dampen her lust..but this...to be filled, stuffed and pumped until her belly starts to distend, by another changeling of all...it was a bit too much for her to handle.

Chryslias's arms fell to her side and her eyes rolled up, girlcum flowing out of her like a river. The stallion cock inside her twitched and gave a few parting spurts until it was finally removed, getting a sticky rope on her round belly and letting it drip slowly to the side. Jasper flopped next to her, the flaccid pole of his splaying out on his leg and leaking still; they both were panting, eyes half lidded and bodies far too tired to move.

Jasper rolled to the side and wrapped her in a tight hug, that thick cock of his pressing against her and already starting to harden once again as he nuzzled into her side.

"I love you, my queen..."

Chryslias looked down and felt her heart start to pick up again...praying she'll at least be allowed a moments rest before he tries anything again with his unstoppable lust. Words giving her a soft smile, using a hoof to weakly rub his head like a pet...the pet he is; and with a kiss and cum flowing out of her like a green waterfall,she added.

"And your queen loves you, just as much, little Jasper..."

What's one more pony?

Author's Note

BACK FOR MORE! Much more serious with the tone oddly, a lot heavier with the story, but still all kinds of weirdness :3 (Tags include incest? No yeah, it ended up that way again... Eggseggseggs, some serious transformations(will add more to the tf later....losing my mind now, transgender, brainwashing?, and just a tiny bit of blood. . . I'm including stuff on my personal list this time around, so it should get juicy. Hope you all like it!

Probably riddled with typos, will do major editing tomorrow if necessary

What's one more pony?

In between the time, looking and searching for her next venture, it's always good to go back to some old school fun. Perhaps a prank or two on some witless lovebirds or. . . just some good old fashion playing hard to get; free love is the best kind. Scanning the fields and enjoying the cool breeze, the first warm day of summer. Nothing about the late afternoon was amiss, lovers relaxing in the park, the trees flowing gently with the wind and changlings prowling for quick friends, or perhaps one-night stands.

Hiding as a tall, lean stallion, jet black mane flat against her head and slicked back against her neck cropped tight against her hornless head, tail tied tight and cut short. Rather formal for her, but she felt like mixing it up a little. Plus she didn't need to change up her extra "tool" down below, less effort for her to disguise and an interesting conversation started when she gets to the bedroom, and of course she gets to the bedroom, years of work and effort have kept her skill in the art of love strong.

"Goodness. . .It's getting very late." She. . . or rather "he", said under his breath.

"Very late for old stallions." Quipped a sudden voice.

Chrysalis shook his head out the day dream and looked to his right, an earth mare of tall stature and short mane, fetlock fur a tad long and face speaking of hard work, or deceit. A clever girl. . .

"I look old?" He smirked, looking back out at the park.

"Old, but interesting. Old and bitter looking." She jabbed.

Chrysalis let a smirk cross his face and shifted around in his seat.

"Well aren't you a fireball. What's your name, anyway?"

The mare laughed and looked over at the stallion, eyes like a viper with their cutting edge and dark blue glow. Something about their gaze made even Chrysalis falter. . . only slightly, however.

"My name is Ember. "

Laughing a little, he turned his gaze back to the park just in time to see a changeling catch her fish and run off to the forest with him, a smile coming to his face out of reflex, and just a smidgen of pride.

"Nightly lovers are entertaining, aren't they?" She added.

"Well you see, I like to look at them; they remind me of when I was young."

Ember let out a small laugh and stood up to her hooves, letting her wings shake a little to flatten the feathers out.

"You know who you remind me of?" she started, Chrysalis turning his head and raising a brow. "My father; and he was a very intense stallion. Always thinking about the past and forgetting the future." She ended with a slightly bitter tone.

Easy Chrissy. . . This just got a little complicated.

Walking around, behind the stallion, she sat once again to his left, much closer than before.

"And you have this air about you. . . Very different from him. Mature; old, but far from feeble." She said with a wistful edge.

"And you have a dangerous air. . ." Chrysalis retorted, flashing another confident smirk.

"Well, you are playing with fire, are you not?" she countered, hiding her inner glee.

Chrysalis thought in silence for a moment, admiring the mare's cunning. This Ember was giving a little background, keeping the conversation on a path she dictates; even trying to sway his heart by giving away a little emotion. This meeting belongs to her, and it's hard not to admire the craft. . . Now it was time to test the water. . .

"A bit bold to approach a lonely stallion. I could be a murder, or psychopath. Who knows, I might even be just a boring old mule; or worse, married. . ." he baited.

Ember seemed to have an answer, but she stopped and looked out to the park this time, the tongue in her jaw working out her thoughts until a spark in her eyes told her everything.

"So you're married?"

Chrysalis bit his tongue for a moment to hide the grin, trying to keep his composure.

"A mare who knows what she wants. . . I like that." He mused, getting a red flare out of the mare's face and an angry pout.

"Cleaver. . .for a dusty stallion." She said as her best retort.

"My dear, I think you'd find that I am full of surprises." Chrysalis ended, finally standing tall and turning to depart. "Follow me, Mrs. Ember."

The mare stood up and followed, not with haste in her step, but he knew it was all for appearance, to which he admired even more. This mystery mare was seeping with potential, but not as just a changeling. . .no, this one was special, different. Chrysalis could feel her emotions, faint, guarded closely; she held a deep reservation for her father, but she took after her mother much more. . .

The gait in her trot, the subtle flashes of a smile to passers by, reserved but hidden behind a mask; but most of all, was that she took pleasure in watching a changeling snatch a pony to the Everfree, and somehow. . .she could see through the disguise. Chrysalis was safe, her disguises are always flawless, but that mare knew very well what was happening, but why not try and stop it? They walked the Ponyville streets in silence while Chrysalis thought, trying to answer the riddle of Ember. . .

Yes, it was not uncommon to find ponies that guarded their hearts, even some that receive training to magically barrier their emotions from changelings as to walk among them.

Those poor dears are so fun to catch. . .

But this was almost natural, like a set of thorns that keeps him from feeding on her passive emotion.

"How far is your place?" Ember suddenly picked up.

"A bit outside Ponyville."

True, breaking in a house she did not own was an actual crime that might get a little too much attention. Yet, the risk is worth the reward if it is what she was guessing at. None of her spys could know how long Ember had been living in Ponyville; and perhaps there wasn't a failing in their missed step.

Ouf!

Ember had suddenly bashed him in the muzzle with her swooping tail, out a few feet in front of him and turning around to trot backwards, a grin on her face and devilish look in her eye.

"I'm getting sick of running in circles, old stallion. . ."

Chrysalis grinned and took one last turn, the trees had gotten thicker while he was thinking, deeper into the outskirts of the Everfree.

"Here we are." He said, keeping his tone low.

A large house covered in foliage and vines, windows somehow pearly clean and garden maintained with expert levels of care.

"A chicken house? Are you some kind of farmer?" She asked, a bitter tone seeping into her voice.

Chrysalis had to think on his hooves for a moment; after all, he didn't actually expect to take somepony home. . . well. . . to somepony else's home. Though, he more considered it small doses of payback for the Canterlot incident when he borrowed somepony's home.

Chrysalis lifted the door slightly with an application of magic, keeping it hidden so it would look proper.

"Care to come in?" Shoving the door once it lifts off its locking latch.

It swung open and the cozy interior invited the mare in faster than he could say 'make yourself at home.'

Ember stepped in quickly and took a good look at the home, looking a little confused at all the bright colors and soft floral decor all around the living room.

"Now who lives here? And why are you lofting around enough to have it unlocked?"

The door shut and the lock latched back in place; a green glow coming from it and bring the grin on the mare's face to a confused leer.

"Now what are you doing. . ?"

"My name is- "

Play to the crowd, Chrissy. . .

"King Chrysalis. Really now, I go by a few gender definitions, but I like to keep it current." He said, taking a slow step, the mare stepping back only once, letting him get closer. "And I know you a lot better than you know yourself, Ember. . ."

"I- . . .I have no idea-" She started, cut off by Chrysalis again.

Now circling her slowly, the room lighting up with green flame replacing the orange from the candles; all of the lamps dimming down and the green glow in his eyes showing brightly.

"Come now, you felt it. . . just like you could see my children. You have a gift, little one. Gift of sight. Sight granted by your mother."

Ember quickly ducked around Chrysalis, going for the door as fast as she could.

"I wouldn't. They watch these woods at night, you'd be found and your time taken even further. You came here for a reason; you felt the need to be close, yes?"

The mare stopped just before the door and flushed red, ears falling to the side and tips burning crimson. Plain as day, her tail twitched once and a small duck of the head was all it took to tell him what he needed to know.

"Now turn around." She said, letting the authority seep into her tone.

Ember stood perfectly still for a few moments, the moment getting all the sweeter as she stalls, and finally she sighs, turning her head and getting redder by the second.

"Good; now, I'm going to help you." He took another step, closing the gap between them once again, the bulky chest, ripe with false muscle a few inches from her and forcing her to look up, or risk losing her composure. The green in his eyes caught her the moment she locked with them, her breath caught in her chest and the silence dripping with tension. "I'm going to show you what real love is." He finished with a dark grin.

"T- . . . True. . .Love?" She asked, which made him laugh softly.

"No, but something very close. . ." Chrysalis leaned his neck down to whisper. "Now, do as your king orders and lie down on the couch. . .Now."

Ember couldn't stop the whine that escaped her throat, tail flicking again and another hesitation.

"Now." He affirmed.

Ember ducked her head down again and stepped around him, slinking to the sofa slowly. The thorns around her emotions were burning away, showing her fears, her anger, envy, happiness, and all her love. Reluctant as she might seem, this mare was living her life fantasy; a mysterious stallion that knows everything about her before she even knows his name; and with the authority to keep her fiery spirit tamed.

Chrysalis followed her closely, watching her every move, and making sure she knew her king watched over her. Ember took one step on the couch, the worn fabric comforting until a heavy hoof shoves her the rest of the way and rolls her on her back, ending with a heavy pin that keeps her squirming.

"So naive. . . I can only show you, young one." He chided, climbing on top of her and grinning down.

This stupid sofa looked bigger from the window. . .

While a small detail, he would just have to take care not to slip; after all, the mood is so hard to fix if it got broken. . .

Ember was ever so quietly panting under him, her heart beating out of her chest and face still stuck red.

"Shh. . .I want you to enjoy this, just as much as I will. . ."

The mare couldn't help but recoil when he leaned his head down, breathing heavy on her neck, fangs just inches from her soft fur and pristine skin. The mare's heart was pounding now, her legs squirming in place and mane already a mess; the low green reflected off the shining sliva that rolled off his sharp fangs gave her a sharp shiver when it hit her neck. Closer and closer by the moment, his hoof letting the pressure on her chest go as she accepted her fate. . .

"N- "

Chrysalis stopped her with swift action; with fangs sinking into her neck, the warmth of crimson blood hit his tongue, causing the mare to wrap her hooves around his back and let out a sharp gasp and the low sounds of gulping seemed to echo in her ears. A guilty pleasure, really; he needed to be absolutely sure of her origin, and the only way was to do that. . .was to feed. A bit more of the barbaric way of draining a subject of love, inefficient even, the throbbing stiffness that grew between his legs was all the answer she needed to her spinning questions.

"Ki- . . . Chrysalis. . ." She whined out, ending with a heavy, and drained moan.

Red dripped down her neck for just a moment before he let go, leaving two holes in her neck and feeling cold to the touch. Leaning back up and wearing a red soaked grin.

"You may call me, mother. . ."

The mare managed yet another look of confusion. . . replaced quickly with. . .

Pain. . . wait. . .there's the pleasure! Oh. . . goodness, there's love, red hot love. . .

Chrysalis was buried to the root in the warmth nethers of his newest lover. The green cock giving gentle pulses inside and a deep green glow filling Ember's eyes. The mare suddenly found her breath once again, letting out short gasps and letting her eyes shut tight; she couldn't stop the long moan as she melted into the cushion under her and tilted her head back.

"Let it out, sweetheart. . ." He goaded.

Ember was panting for a few moments, her soft, warm walls clenching around him so lovingly, it was hard to resist treating her like the common one night stands he had; but the way her mane looked disheveled, the soft moans of agonizing pleasure and pain.

Chrysalis bit his lower lip and started slowly grinding, using just a tad bit of his magic to alter himself; a few more bumps and curves to his tool. Ember didn't seem to mind it one bit, she found the strength to throw her hooves around his waist and push herself further, letting just that extra inch inside herself while letting out a deeply enjoyable moan; and with her eyes half lidded and rolled up, Chrysalis could only oblige his lovers wish. . .

Wet sounds started to resonate though the small cottage, the dark gasps of the king and moans of his subject started to carry well thought the house and outside, but now he was only focused on one thing. Pulling out far, he smiled widely when his medial ring passed though her velvety lips, causing her to spasm quickly before he plunged back in, getting the sweetest ~Shlick!~ sound to lead her cry of pleasure. Keeping up the pace, Chrysalis found his heart racing faster and faster, the veins on his stallion pole starting to bulk and a feeling in his stomach he knew all too well. . .

"W-we must. . .Nnnhh. . .Slow down." He tried to protest.

Suddenly thrown upwards, he found the mare bucking him in the gullet and throwing him on his back, his head bashing into the arm of the sofa and sending the room spinning. Yet without missing a step, bearing bright yellow eyes, Ember climbed on top of him and let her gaped slit drip and ooze the pre he had spilled inside of her to fall onto his bright green cock.

"I have a better idea. . ." She said, a predatory tone in her voice. . .

I didn't drain her enough. . .I should have-

Thoughts cut off by the sudden hoof on his chest, he shoock his head to send off the stars in his vision to find Ember much closer than he thought; sitting on his chest, with that dripping slit mashing into his maw and filling it with the salty taste of himself.

"Mhhhf!!?" He cried out.

Ember on moaned at his struggle and ignored him; or so it seemed. That tail of hers was finding itself hovering over his stallionhood, the bristles teasing his flare and making him wince when he tries to buck his hips into some form of pleasure.

"No. . ." She chided. "First!"

Chrysalis groaned loudly, making her bite her lip and shudder. Resigning, he knew what his body wanted, and even the king can be a slave to his emotions. Extending a long forked tongue, he worms his muzzle around inside of his lover and slides the slick appandage into place, getting a low moan in return, he keeps on the trail, getting deeper and deeper until his tongue pressed at a stopping point, a small grin coming to his face as he forced his tongue through her cervix and caused her to buckle over, letting out a quick series of spasmodic moans and whines, breathing heavily and patting his head.

"O-okay, yo- Nhua! S-stop! I- " Lost in heavy moans and gasps, Chrysalis kept at it for only moments longer until a flood of deliciously fertile girl cum flowed like a river.

'I can't!" She shouted, right as he pulled his tongue free and gave her button the smallest bite, sending her body tense for a moment, then falling limp on top of him. Letting him whisper in her ear.

"My turn. . ."

Ember tired again to get away, only to roll off the sofa and onto the hard wood floor and speared by the monstrously thick cock of her king, the breeding instincts taking over once again and her body starting to tighten up as the thrusts come faster and faster. By now, the whole forest could hear them, no shame being taken by the wet slaps, the moans, groans, whines or whimpers. Chrysalis knew what came next, he watched her fur burn slowly under a yellow fire and tough chitin take its place.

"T-too much!" She shouted.

Chrysalis did not respond, the sofa was soaked in his princess's juices, and he intended to get the floor more than messy. . .

With a few good thrust, he forced his magic into her at her most vulnerable, breaking away all barriers, and feeling his head swim when the eggs roll from his stomach and into his shaft. . .

"What is- Ah!" She cried out.

Two eggs, three, her eyes stilted like a changelings and her fangs started to show, no holes formed yet. . .but they would. Ember's stomach grew and grew as he poured cum and eggs into her; the poor mare's eyes rolled back and in seconds, with eggs laden in her belly, she passed out. . .

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Epilogue

Ember woke up some time later, deep in the Everfree inside a small cave. The sun had shone out n the forest and sent its more dangerous inhabitants back to their underground. It had been more than a month since she found out who her mother was. . .and why she was never welcome in her own home. Ember hated her father, but now. . .Now she had a loving mother to watch out for her as she grows up.

"Princess. We should get going."

Ember's eyes snapped to a changeling, yellow eyes and small body, he was not an adult yet, but it was only her first brood. . .One of many she hoped.

Getting up from her mound of hay, she trotted to her son, looking around at the other sleeping children and admiring her first born.

"We camp her for the day, no need to over work ourselves. . ."

The changeling looked at her slightly confused, but he cracked a smile and nodded. . .

Ember knew she would raise a hive properly, the way she wished she was raised, watching all the other foals having so much fun. . .but she knew what her mother wanted of her; she knew why she was abandoned to the world of ponies. Ember hated every single one of them for shunning her; and she knew, she would follow in her mother's hoofsteps. . .

I can't wait till next Easter. . .

An Enlightening Experience part 1

"Now listen, listen to my voice and only my voice. Feel it slipping past your waking barriers and seeping into your subconscious...then...you feel my words opening doors into your mind, making you so easily suggestible, so easily controlled. You want my words to control you; you want me to own you or you would wake up, and stop listening. But you are still asleep...and you revel in the idea of being helpless..."

Chrysalis woke with a start, gasping quickly and groaning when she felt her limbs stick to the soil bed and roll heavily around her, like two weights on loose chains. That horrid dream was plaguing her mind once again...

"Always the same dream..." Chrysalis said quietly to herself, looking up to see the familiar figure of the now thin, once pony, Jasper Ore; standing his post by her archway of a door.

"Jasper, dear, fetch me some water." She asked quickly, to which he nodded and rushed off.

The water was a distraction, she threw off the dirty silk sheet and examined herself..

"How does this keep happening...?"

Dried orgasmic fluid and a pair of eggs lie between her thighs. The changeling queen quickly stuffed the unfertilized eggs into a drawer of her rubbish nightstand. The eggs were useless now, but they could still be broken down to make certain drinks...

Not too later, Jasper rushed back in with a wooden cup balanced on a resin tray, sitting squarely on his back. Walking carefully to the side of her bed, the cup was wrapped in crude, green magic. Taking a long drink, her gulps audible and Jasper looking on with worry. Chrysalis put the cup back on the tray when Jasper finally asked.

"What is weighing on your mind, mother?" His voice still as frank as it was when she first found him.

"Something...I can't pinpoint. Something, or somepony is playing tricks with my mind." She answered, voice growing cold with agitation.

Jasper lifted the cup and tray into the air with his own application of magic. The try settled down on the bed gently and lifting himself up to rest his upper body on her bed, making sure she can't ignore him.

"You are wise, kind, and very powerful. I look at you and feel nothing but warmth...so it deeply troubles me to look at you now and feel disconnected. I think the best thing for you to do is study your feelings-"

The queen snapped her attention to him with wide eyes.

"Disconnected? Jasper, dear, look at me closely and be silent." She didn't let him move a muscle, grabbing his face and yanking the pony to her, squishing his cheeks slightly while she examined his eyes...dark green...with a blue tint...

Queen Chrysalis was losing her control on the hive mind...

"This isn't good..." She said as she let go of his face and spun herself to roll out of the bed, landing on her hooves and rushing out of the royal chambers. Jasper jumped up and followed quickly, unsure of what was happening still.

"Mother-!" He shouted.

"There is no time, sweetheart, stay here and manage things in my place, I will return soon!" The interwoven hive tunnels and narrow paths took her right past the feeding chamber, the changelings all gasping and chattering when the queen rushed by and snatched a rather large bauble from the ground...a feeding core. A simple jar made of clay that contained pure love; it was normally used as a battle snack by her warriors training day by day, but she felt a deep pain in her gut, telling her to take it just in case...

Jasper followed her, trying to ask questions the whole way until she broke free and lifted off the ground, h er body erupting in green fire as she took the form of the black mare with emerald eyes, huge wings fluttering out and taking her airborne, where Jasper could no longer be heard.

Jasper felt the cool wind of autumn in his face, a strange and wary feeling in his gut as the mare became a dot in the sky. With a heavy sigh, he turned around and took a step to enter the cave once again...but his hooves stayed planted in the dirt.

"W-what..."

The cave. Danger, warning, fear, his mind raced with fear. The cave seemed to darken and turn into a foreboding gate to a darker world.

"But...t-this is my home...isn't it?"

Chrysalis flew fast, toward a feeling she could not explain; her wings beat hard and her mind was.a blur with questions that she could not find a reason to ask. The dream was the biggest question; she knew those words, by heart even, but she never heard them in her entire life. It was a mystery with no beginning or viable end...so her second question is what triggered this. There had to be some answer, so in this case, she decided to go with her gut and the one clue she had from the dream.

The royal seal of the moon.

The dark moon had been ingrained in her mind's eye, so there had to be something about the princess of the night that would answer her question. Getting into Canterlot would be difficult, especially after her little invasion; but like any good tactician, the queen knew to keep a few assets hidden...

The guard at the train station was replaced long ago with her own agent, the guard himself lies somewhere in her training chambers as a sport for her warriors...or servant of herself. In reality, though, she had not seen that particular guard in a long time, but she knew her good little doppelganger was still at his post.

Flying slower now, she could see the city against the mountain in the distance. Chrysalis took to a more natural flight, keeping her presence as casual as possible as she saw a few guards moving in her direction along the great city's train station. True, it was odd to just fly in the city...so she needed to find her agent the moment she entered. Wing's just a tad sore by the time she fluttered to a landing at the large station, she wiped her brow and worked up a mock of exhaustion.

"Goodness! What a trip!" She shouted out as a few gold clad guard cantered to her quickly.

"Ma'am, normal entry into Canterlot requires you take the train and-"

Chrysalis cur him off by letting out a long groan and a stretch of her black feather wings, ignoring the stallion until he got worked up...which didn't take long.

"Miss!-"

Chrysalis took a few long steps to close the distance between them and tussled her wings to adjust the clay jar tied around her back. In an instant, she locked eyes with him, her giant emerald eyes boring into his mind t catch a trail she could bait him on...

He likes me...and I didn't even have to say anything! Poor soldiers fall for every pretty girl they see...

"Sweetheaart..." She groaned, walking next to him and letting her luscious black tail flutter under his chin...an old, but very effective trick. "No need to shout, I'm only here to visit." She mused, now finished her trot around him and leaning herself at his side, his face inescapably red.

"You still...have to go through our normal search procedures. The checkpoints normally do that automatically, but didn't, you bypassed them, we have to do a manual search. " he said, doing his best to sound firm.

Already fantasizing? Dirty mind...I like it.

Chrysalis groaned again and looked at the ground solemnly, still leaning on him for support.

"But I'm in a rush, sweetheart..." She whined...waiting...for just a moment...then leaning up to whisper while the other guards try to lean in and hear. "How about we do your search...skip all the formalities and get to the invasive parts and then go our separate ways.

Author's Note

(WARNING! IM SPEAKING IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE THIS IS A WARNING! This chapter is a bit experimental for me; ive been getting more into hypnosis and wanted to try my hand at a little more true to life hypnosis. Now the warning is because this chapter is VERY fetishist. The tags used here are Hypnosis, Forced orgasm, sexual exaustion, tentacles, oviposition, blood, brainwashing, master/pet, bdsm, voyursum and sounding.

This ones going to be a long one and not recommended for the people who want to stay normal. Dont read this its bad.

I decided to break it down into three parts, first comes all the story, next is some guards fun, then the reallllly good parts...and yes...guardSSSS :3

An Enlightening Experience part 2

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