Author's Note

Warning: Contains rape.
Feel free to suggest pairings or scenarios you'd want to read in later chapters.

Queen Chrysalis x Human Male

Phil slowly came back to his senses. Darkness and skittering noises, whispers with no obvious source. Here and there greenish lights illuminated nooks and crannies, casting sharp shadows on structures that reminded him of a beehive. Instead of honey, the cells contained things that cast weird shadows on their opaque lids, some of them moving.

The experience had him slipping in and out of consciousness. He was restrained and gagged in some kind of cocoon, its hard yet sticky material making it a labor to even turn his head. A rush of adrenaline welled up in him when he noticed the creatures pushing and pulling his vessel. Blending in almost perfectly with the surrounding darkness, pony-like insectoid creatures worked like ants to bring their prey to Celestia-knows-where. He tried to scream, but nothing happened, leaving him in a horrifyingly passive state.

Slowly, the ceiling opened up more and more and widened into a structure that could only be described as a cathedral. Instead of colored glass, hundreds, maybe thousands of the greenish glowing cocoons lined the floor, the walls and ceiling. His journey stopped roughly in the middle, the cocoon was dropped rough and the creatures skittered off, melting into one with the shadows after just a few steps.

The atmosphere and the sticky cocoon were making it hard to breathe, even more so as he struggled against the vessel. But he got nowhere. He steadied his breaths and listened carefully, trying to hear or see anything. Faint whispers and dripping walls and ceilings echoed gently in the vast chamber and its connecting tunnels.

One noise stood out from the background and grew louder steadily, but not fast enough for him to be sure that it changed at all. An insect-like flittering drew near, and soon the outlines became clear in the surrounding cocoons' glow. Built like the creatures before, bigger, yet slender with a less stocky and more feminine shape.

With a thud, it landed in front of him and was illuminated by a greenish gleam from seemingly nowhere. He was still a little dazed and was not sure how it was suddenly this close, but he was able to finally see what kind of creature he fell prey to.

Like the workers before this was a disturbingly pony-like creature, with a black matted coat and insectoid wings. The hair looked like some kind of compromise between hair and wings and draped down smoothly like a web. Its hooves, lower legs, hair, horn and wings were full of holes. On its head it had a horn reminiscent of a jagged obsidian shard and some kind of feelers that ended in green balls, it looked like a crown, and maybe it was one, he couldn't tell.

The one thing he was sure about was, that it definitely had the form of a model or princess. The long legs, lean flanks and concave belly really underlined its sexuality.

It smirked and fluttered its wings, like it knew exactly what he had seen and thought.

"My my, and here I thought my scouts had overreacted. You are a lusty little plaything, aren't you?"

Her voice was deep and smooth, full of satisfaction and pleasant anticipation. She slowly circled the cocoon he was in and stopped only to smell his hair and give his temple a short lick with her slim and split tongue.

"Mh yes," she growled, and lowered her horn down to his head.

It glowed in a greenish light and everything became dull. He suddenly felt content with the situation and the cocoon's texture became a welcome sensation. It got smooth and soft like caramel, then slowly melted into a puddle and seeped away through tiny cracks and pores in the dark rock.

The creature completed her circle in front of him and he sat up, arms slung around his knees with an awestruck and awaiting look in his eyes. How hadn't he noticed her striking beauty before?

"What... I, um... hello," he blabbed with a raspy voice.

She struck a majestic pose and said, "I am Queen Chrysalis, matron and ruler of the Changelings, and you will me adress me as such."

"Yes, my Queen," he answered flatly.

"Where did Celestia get you from, and why?"

"I come from another dimension, I don't know how I got here. Nopony knows."

"Is that so?" she snarled and narrowed her eyes, watching him closely, trying to gauge him. But she seemed satisfied. "Nevermind. There is one more thing I want, then." She paced in front of him and explained, "You will give up your seed so that my next clutch will be imbued with whatever makes you special, if there should be anything at all that is. I can't let Celestia have an edge I have yet to understand."

"Of course not, my Queen."

"Ready yourself, creature."

Phil got up with a happy and strangely content look on his face and undressed from his sticky clothing. When his briefs fell, his half-erect penis jutted forward and was scrutinized by Chrysalis immediately.

"How interesting, it's quite something different." She gave it a sniff and a tentative lick with her split tongue. Phil had undressed and just stood there, letting her explore what he had to offer. She sat down on her haunches and rubbed it a little between her hooves before taking it into her fanged maw.

Despite being definitively insectoid, the soft undersides of her hooves and her decadent mouth were wonderfully warm and let him become erect quickly. Inside her mouth, she wrapped her lengthy tongue around the end of his shaft, right below the glans and let her wet lips glide along the whole length down to his pubic bone. The moment she gave a tuck with her tongue, pulling on the glans softly, he nearly exploded. Sensing the incoming contractions, her jagged horn lit up and the arcane energies reached out for one crucial spot in him.

She pulled back slowly, letting him feel the caress for every part of the way, still maintaining the pull on his glans and giving a tuck from time to time. The moment she got to the end, she gave the underside of his tip a flick and figuratively breached the dam.

The contractions of his first orgasm came fast and hard and it shook his mind, yet nothing came out. Her magic had an iron grip on his prostate, nothing shall go to waste and he will get his release only when his reservoirs are full to the brim. She needed everything he could give, every last drop, for her next clutch.

"Lie down, creature," she commanded.

Phil lay down and watched Chrysalis bidingly. She got up and walked up to him, then lowered herself and sat on his thighs. She rode him for a while without letting him penetrate, slipping along his shaft with her wet and smooth labia, supporting herself with her forehooves on his heaving chest. She slid too far a few times and nearly let him slip in. She had to gasp and was already breathing heavily - in the end she was a female and had urges of her own, regardless of standing and the amount of power she commanded.

She looked up, pointed toward one of the darker corners of the chamber and said, "You two, change into a pair of mares and come down here. Green flames erupted in the dark and illuminated rapidly changing outlines. A moment later, two young gorgeous mares with mirrored colors, one pink with a blue mane and the other blue with a pink mane, and exotic eyes came trotting out into the open.

"Go suck its balls."

The mares nodded and lied down between his legs while Chrysalis interrupted her riding for a lick of his nipples. Phil drew air in sharply, each of the two mares had taken one of his testes in their mouth and sucked and pulled on it greedily while caressing his thighs.

His second orgasm came rolling in quickly, the combined sensations proved too much for his vulnerable mind. Had he been allowed it would have been a massive load, but now just his testes began to hurt and a weird pressure lay on his prostate. It was both release and frustration, a climax without its conclusion. Not even one single drop of precum left him. He grunted in ecstatic confusion.

At long last, Chrysalis lifted herself above him and allowed him entry. He slowly parted her wet and in anticipation swollen lips, coated with only a shimmer of light green and translucent, but oh so warm wetness. The two mares pulled and sucked on his testes more aggressively and made him twitch in mad lust, their hot mouths both hell and heaven, caressing him with their tongues.

His glans finally went past her vulva and slipped into a mind-bending vagina. Weird angles gave way to his hard member, pressing in from different sides and stimulating him with bumps of all sizes. He could swear every single one of them moved on its own. The moment she ended her descent a jolt went through her lower body and and the tightness pulled together, like a deflating balloon, he was soon engulfed by an unbelieveable tightness, his tip coming to rest on the entrance of her cervix. All the excess fluids had no more space and squirted out, coating the two mares' snouts. Contractions went like ripples through her tunnel and gave him the sensation of intense sex. Every millimeter of her inner surface was effectively milking him, pressing in, rubbing against him, embracing him fully, while she sat on him with her big green eyes closed, a pleased look on her face.

The two mares gave one last strong tug on his testes and the magic around his inner parts died out. His congested glands emptied with feverish cramps, pumping spurt after spurt of his semen into Chrysalis' eagerly absorbing uterus while still being massaged. He felt like blacking out, his whole body convulsed under the labor of getting every last drop out of him. His whole universe was reduced to the aggressively squeezing walls around his member and the hot mouths around his balls.

After the last convulsions had ebbed away Chrysalis and the two mares simply stood up, leaving his spent genitals shrinking in the cold air.

"That will do," she said breathlessly.

Her horn lit up once again and a gurgling noise erupted around him. Green goo came back from the pores and crevices in the rock and reformed a cocoon around him.

"Wipe his memory and bring him back to where you found him. Then spill some booze on him. We don't want Celestia to know, don't we?"

The two mares nodded curtly and were engulfed by green flames, a second later two black changelings stood where they were. They pushed him back the way he had come from and he lost consciousness again, Chrysalis melting back into the shadows being the last thing he saw.