Queen Chrysalis Lovefest

by Bromega

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Queen Chrysalis, Sex, Human
Length: 2179

You have been captured by Queen Chrysalis, who now proceeds to extract your love.

You have been captured by Queen Chrysalis, who now proceeds to extract your love. With lots of sex.

Published 2012-04-23 20:24:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-23 20:24:02 UTC

The Chapter In Which Chrysalis Extracts Your Love

Your eyelids – they’re so heavy.

You’re stuck.

Something thick and gelatinous is holding you in place. It slides over your skin.

You realize now that you’re naked.

Slime coats your body – thick and unctuous, like soap. You feel oddly – light. You force your eyes open.

Cold fluid slides over your pupils. The sensation forces you to blink.

You seem to be inside some kind of membranous pod. Its walls are translucent. You can barely see the outside. It looks dark, craggy – a cave?

Your attention is drawn more to the twin green orbs that regard you from below. They look like… eyes. Something is watching you.

You become aware that you are not breathing.

The fluid has coated every inch of you – and seeped down your throat. You try to breathe, but can’t. Your lungs are full. It burns. You start to gag. It burns –

A thin green line forms on the outside of the membrane. It glows brightly, before ripping apart.

The pod ruptures like a split-open orange. Slime sloughs from your body. For a moment, you are weightless. You hit the floor.

You try to scream, but your throat is coated.

Cold, hard. A goddamn rock floor.

You vomit a slew of fluid. Cough and hack.

Thick slime runs down your sides, your legs. You are lying in a sticky green puddle. Your lungs burn from the exertion. Your eyelids are heavy again.

“So, it is awake.”

That voice – that lilt – it flows over you like warm chocolate. You turn your head to look.

There before you is one of the oddest creatures you’ve ever seen.

At first glance it looks like a horse. But it isn’t.

Her legs, long and lithe, guide your eye to a sleek body that curves into a sumptuous flank. There are – holes, all over it. They quiver slightly, undulating in the chamber’s cool green light.

The creature’s face is set with dark angles, and a mouth lined with needle-sharp teeth; these grin out at you from behind strands of tangled hair – hair that is the deep blue of the sea, that runs long down the sides of her face. She wears a black crown, and from her forehead juts a crooked horn.

And there are those eyes. Slit black pupils regard you coldly from within irises of pulsing green. They draw you in, intoxicating, like emerald pools of absinthe.

“Now, just what are you?”

She places a hoof beneath your chin, lifting up your head. You can’t look away. You can’t even speak.

“Nothing to say?”

With a sigh, she releases you. You splat back into the pool of slime.

The creature steps away, turning her back to you.

“This day has been just perfect,” she intones. “First, our failure – and now this useless mute.”

You notice now that her body is covered with scuffs and scratches. They are coated with thick slime – healing, presumably – but injuries nonetheless.

You feel compelled to help her.

But your attentions are again drawn elsewhere.

Her hindquarters are in full view. Her thin black legs split slightly apart, her tail shifted just to the side. Her flanks curve into a tight, rounded ass. Her sex is just visible. Small and compact – a thin green line running the curvature of her rear.

You feel your body getting hot.

She senses it. She looks back, her eyes wide and curious.

“Is that… what I think it is?”

She smiles thinly, her eyes narrowing into slits.

“Perhaps there is some use in you yet.”

Her horn glows green. Something invisible pushes against you, forcing you onto your back.
The creature approaches. She stares down at your groin, and smiles. Gingerly, she places one of her hooves on your belly.

“I am Chrysalis,” she intones. “And the Queen to which you will swear your complete devotion.”

She presses down into your gut.

“Say it!”

You’re already mouthing the words. Smug satisfaction steals across her face.

Your heart skips a beat as she leans in close, nearly pressing her face against yours. You shiver as strands of hair brush against your skin. Her scent falls heavily on you, sweet and musky, like burned incense. A note of salt plays across your senses. She runs a rough tongue along your face.

“You will make an excellent meal.”

Her smiling eyes capture yours. Her hot breath rolls over your skin. She pulls away.

The queen stares down once more at your groin. Your engorged sex twitches in the green half-light. Her horn glows – you feel slime once again sliding up your limbs. The thick jelly coils around your shaft, firmly engulfing it.

You squirm as the slime twists and slides, teasing the sensitive flesh. Your gaze falls on the holes of her legs. They quiver enticingly, beads of fluid dripping from their interior membranes.

The queen smirks, playing with the slime as it wraps around your penis.

“Aw. This isn’t what you want, is it?”

She giggles at your plight.

“Very well. You will show your queen the depths of your devotion!”

The slime melts away, returning to its pool. Cold air strikes your naked dick.

“Show your queen how much you love her.”

Chrysalis lifts a hoof to your mouth. You take hold of the limb, your fingers sinking slightly into her soft flesh. A large hole quivers near your mouth. It pulsates, dripping with fluid. Her musk is overpowering, filling your belly with fluttering sensation.

“Very good boy,” she whispers, as you run your tongue along the lip of her aching hole. Her leg trembles in your hands. She smiles wide.

“Do you love your queen?”

You nod emphatically, sucking the dripping fluid. The hole has tightened around your probing tongue. The flesh spasms with each lick.

“Then use your fingers.”

You oblige, sliding three deep inside the hole. It sucks at them greedily. You curve them against the interior circumference, rubbing hard against the slippery flesh. Chrysalis moans, her breathing quickening.

Without warning, she pulls her leg away. Dumbly, you stare into her face. Her eyes have narrowed again into slits. Laughing, she presses her hooves into your shoulders, and shoves you to the ground.

Her warm belly slides up against your cock. She presses into you, forcing her mouth against yours. Her tongue runs slowly along your lips before slipping into your mouth. She tastes like she smells – sweet, musky, salty. Her hair falls wild into your face.

“You are again forgetting your fingers.”

Coherent thought is now a struggle in itself. You fumble for a hole, hands sliding over black flesh that is now slick with intoxicating sweat. A warm orifice sucks desperately at your fingers, begging to be fucked. You willingly oblige. Chrysalis groans with pleasure.

Your cock strains against her as she wriggles against your body. It’s all you can do to keep from cumming.

She breaks away once more, lifting herself up by pressing down on your shoulders. You don’t even notice the pain. She stares lovingly at your dick.

“Such love for me, your queen. It ought to be rewarded.”

She stands and turns around, sweeping out one leg and holding her tail aside. Her sex is now fully visible. The green vulvae pulse and throb, the interior muscles shifting ceaselessly, slick and dripping with pussy juice.

“Not yet!”

She laughs, her horn glowing. That invisible force pushes you into a sitting position. Chrysalis flops a rear leg into your lap. A deep hole sucks at the air, its sensitive flesh at full alert, begging for penetration.

“Show your queen what you have learned.”

Gently you run your hand along the length of her smooth flank, to settle on the very outer edge of the hole. Chrysalis’ breath comes short and hot, her tongue resting just slightly between her glistening fangs.

Slowly, you lean in and rim the hole. Chrysalis lets out a low moan, her eyes narrowing into slits. Your free hand slides up and down her flank, to settle on her ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

The queen is struggling to keep herself composed.

“Perhaps I will even keep you,” she murmurs, her eyes closed.

As one hand sinks into her weeping leg pussy, the other brushes over her quivering asshole. Your finger is thick with her musky slime and sweat – you slip it in.

Her eyes immediately widen, and her neck curves as she stares down into your face. She laughs.

“Yes, I think I will keep you!”

She nuzzles you with her nose, and runs her tongue once more along your face.

Your dick is so fucking hard. Her eyes turn downward.

Wordlessly, she smiles, and lifts her leg. Her pussy is dripping wet – but she has other plans. She maneuvers a leg hole just over your twitching cock.

“Do you love your queen?” she asks.

You nod furiously.

“And will you always love and serve her?”

Nod. Nod. A bit of warm slime drips from her hole, sending your dick into spasms. The queen grins.

“Then I will consider you my subject.” She brings her leg down. “And I always take care of my subjects.”

The hole slides over your sex, enveloping it in hot, slick membrane. It’s like fucking a melted marshmallow – a marshmallow that squeezes your dick. Hidden muscles work your shaft, undulating against your cock like sweet bubbling cheese.

Chrysalis sighs with pleasure, slowly moving her leg up and down, stroking you. She smiles lazily, her eyes half-lidded.

“Is it good, my subject? Do you love it?”

You can’t speak. The hole contracts, squeezing, hot and soft, on the tip of your dick. Precum is leaking. Silky fluid, like melted chocolate, runs down your shaft. You’re so close –

There is a soft POP as Chrysalis lifts her leg off. You fall back, panting, your dick twitching with rage.

“Did you think that was all I had in store for you?”

You look up from your pool of slime. The queen is standing at her full height above you, looking down with a mischievous smirk.

Her horn glows again – and her body begins to change. You watch as all manner of serpentine appendages sprout from her sides and back. Tentacles, of all sizes. They whip around and squirm, feeling the air.

The queen steps over you, planting her hooves at your sides. She leans in close, her eyes burning bright, and exhales her hot, musky breath.

“You have quite a lot of love in you,” she giggles. “And I’m going to take every last drop!”

With that, she pushes herself forward, wiggles her ass into position, and sits on your dick.

Your cock feels like it’s going to explode. It pushes up into her steaming pussy, that bright green love tunnel, as she settles her flanks against your hips. She lets out a soft hissing moan, her eyes narrowing to angled slits, nearly closed, her mouth curled into a fanged grin. Her hair falls forward, tickling your belly.

She sits there, and doesn’t move. You feel the muscles in her pussy tense, holding themselves still, stopping themselves from milking your cock dry.

Chrysalis giggles as she pushes her face against yours, and rams her tongue down your throat.

Then you feel it.

All of her tentacles descend on your body.

Tentacles fall on your feet, tickling and massaging your soles. They slide into your kneepits and armpits, slathering them with slime.

You gasp as two tongues coil around your nipples, and soft hands stroke your chest and belly.

Your balls contract as a warm mass of feeler tentacles envelops them, pulling and sucking at the soft folds.

Chrysalis giggles, and nuzzles your face. You breathe in her musk. She clenches her pussy.

You nearly black out. Her muscles slide over your cock, squeezing and sliding, layering heat as they stroke your shaft. You feel another tentacle dig down between your legs, beneath your balls – it slides deep into your ass. Your legs twitch and spasm. You cling to Chrysalis, sinking your hands into her soft, gelatinous hair. You’re gonna –

“Yes, give me your love! I want it inside me!”

Chrysalis laughs madly as you cum, hard, into her heaving pussy. Your body twitches, your vision swims, as her sex works to pull every last microliter of ejaculate from your balls, emptying them into her ravenous hole.

When at last the orgasm ends, you collapse back into your pool of slime. Chrysalis strokes your head with a hoof.

“How do you feel, my subject?” she coos.

You try to muster a response, but you’re too exhausted. You breathe heavily, stroking her soft sides. Her eyes widen with amazement.

“You – you still have yet more love inside you? Impossible!”

She looks you over. She grins, eyes narrowing.

“Deliciously impossible. I think we’re going to be spending a great deal of time together, you and I.”

And so began your life as Queen Chrysalis’ love-generating concubine.