You wake up slowly, wandering about your whereabouts. It feels like your floating in water. Did you fall asleep in the bath? You try to sit up, only to realize you can't move. You're wide awake immediately, struggling futilely in the green goop holding you.

“Finally awake?” an eerie voice says. “Just in time, I was getting bored of waiting.”

Your eyes fall upon the ebony creature talking, and immediately you remember what had happened. Chrysalis approaches you and gently kisses your neck. Interestingly enough, she seems several months pregnant already.

“I do hope you enjoyed yourself,” she hums. “Oh, who am I kidding, I know you did. Your love is quite tasty. Your lust is almost tastier.”

She licks up your neck all the way to your ear and purrs. Somehow she still seems unsatisfied. You inform her that you're completely spent. You doubt any amount of her cursed venom can get your motor running right now.

“Oh, don't worry,” she smirks. “Your stamina is no longer needed. Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

She kisses your lips, as you try to keep your mouth tightly shut, not wanting to give in any more than you have already.

“I can feel your love no matter how much you struggle,” she laughs. “I must admit, you are one of the greatest lovers I've had. Perhaps even the greatest. Of course, I never had the chance to sample Shining Armor for myself. I have a feeling he might have outranked you.”

She smirks, obviously trying to hurt your pride as a man. You refuse to let it get to you, and with as much sarcasm as you can muster, you tell her how happy you are for the silver medal in 'getting raped by a disgusting monster'. She just laughs.

“But we simply must get you ready.”

Her horn glows again, and for a second it seems nothing is happening. The smug smile on her face hints at something though. And suddenly you feel the slime shift under you. That alone might not be enough to freak you out, but then it starts prodding against your defenceless anus.

Your eyes widen in fear as a thin tendril slips inside you. You beg, and plead, and even threaten, but only manage to make the queens smile wider. Suddenly the long tendril inside you gathers together in to a large clump, stretching you and pushing against a very magical spot inside you.

Your eyes roll back as you can't help but moan in pleasure. Chrysalis gives a loud barking laugh and even more slime forces it's way inside your rectum. It keeps stretching you wider and wider, until it feels like you have an entire arm inside you. While you feel pain, the inconceivably satisfying feeling of being stretched, as well as the pressure against your prostate is more than pleasurable. Enough to make you erect again, something you thought would be impossible for a good long while.

Once you get more used to the feeling and manage to calm down, you start paying more attention to your surroundings. You notice something about Chrysalis she definitely didn't have earlier. Under her stomach hangs a jet black, slick, veiny, throbbing horsecock.

Chrysalis gives you a predatory smile and the slime around you starts moving again, rolling you on your hands and knees. You feel her hovering above you, and then the slime still inside you slowly pours out, giving way to something much more solid.

A slick, throbbing you-know-exactly-what pushes against your still gaping rectum and you panic. You start rambling, not even knowing what you're saying as you try your hardest clench yourself shut.

“Relax yourself,” she whispers as she nibbles on your ear with her sharp teeth. “Or this will be much more painful than it needs to be.”

Being told to relax makes you clench even harder. But as the head of that gigantic shaft starts slowly but surely pushing inside you, something in your subconscious accepts that this is happening, whether you want it or not.

As you relax, your mind becomes more hazy. You expected much more pain, but you actually feel mostly numb all over. You hear Chrysalis grunting above you as she forces more and more inside you. Her forelegs wrap around your thighs, pulling your ass closer to her loins, as her upper body pushes your head farther down.

Finally she hilts inside you. You see her long tongue hang down in front of your eyes as she pants above you. She gyrates her hips, grinding herself inside you, and you're surprised to hear a whorish moan come out of your mouth. Chrysalis chuckles.

“I didn't forget to mention the very pleasurable effect my natural lubricants have on your mind, did I?” she asks, sounding very out of breath.

She indeed did. She pulls out about an inch, before pushing forcefully back inside. As you let out another lewd moan, you think yourself to be lucky she didn't pull out more. You were just about to resort to begging her not to pull out.

Suddenly something happens. Something you should probably panic about, but find yourself unable to in your drugged state. You feel surprisingly clearly, as the head of her cock bulges and then opens inside you, spraying more of her aphrodisiac pre inside you.

“Here it comes. The first of many,” she groans, sounding almost as if she's in pain.

You feel the base of her member bulge, as if something is forcing it's way through the shaft. The ring of your anus stretches even wider as it accepts the even larger intrusion. Your eyes roll back and a heavy moan escapes you, as the bulge passes over your prostate.

After what feels like minutes, it finally comes to her head which spits out the round object, deep inside your intestines. You groan, and before you can even begin to think what she could have just forced inside you, another one forces you to stretch.

Chrysalis groans and gives your behind a single hump. Once again, when the bulge crosses over your prostate, your mouth opens in to a pleasurable moan. As her cock deposits the second round object deep inside you, your lover lets out a loud high moan.

She quickly pulls her shaft half way out of you before slamming back inside. You squeal as you feel a third bulge, this one feeling bigger than the first two, forcing itself inside you. Your eyes roll back and your tongue lolls out as the bulge kneads your prostate, forcing a rather powerful orgasm out of you.

“Already cumming after only three eggs?” Chrysalis laughs. “You little whore.”

You can only moan in response. Needily, aplogizingly, affirmatively. As the third egg is spit out inside you, she decides to have some fun with your slutty body. She starts fucking you. Pulling out until only the head of her thick ovipositor stays inside you, while you clench your ass in a desperate attempt to keep her inside. Slamming back in, stirring the eggs inside you, making the room echo with the wet slaps of loins against ass, and your loud pleasured screams.

You cum again, but she keeps pounding you. It's getting harder to breath and your vision starts to fade as your screaming lowers down to a weak murmur. Suddenly she slams inside one last time before grinding inside you.

“It's not over yet, slut,” she groans.

Another egg slowly passes through her shaft and rests inside you. Then another, and another, and another, and another, until you lose count. As she keeps impregnating you with her fertile eggs, you keep moaning and groaning and occasionally squealing, begging her to fuck you more. To fuck her little slut more.

She doesn't comply, as she stubbornly keeps herself from moving. She keeps calling you names, further degrading you. Slut, whore, bitch, broodmare, slave, pet. And what little is left of your mind helplessly agrees with every humiliating word she spouts.

Until finally she drives you over your limit. As the last of who-knows-how-many eggs pushes past your gaping hole and your sensitive prostate, you let out your last, pathetically weak scream, as you orgasm once more, your dick desperately trying to shoot out ejaculate that just isn't there anymore.

Your body gives up, falling limp in to the goo holding you. You feel Chrysalis pull herself out of your loose anus, leaving behind a bulging stomach full of eggs. The last thing you hear is your queens soft content humming, lulling you softly to sleep.

Again you wake, this time with a pressure in your stomach, a goofy smile creeping it's way on your face and feeling content. The slime no longer surrounds your body, instead you're bound by entirely different shackles, those of your queens legs possessively holding you. You raise your head to look over the side of the ginormous bed, and see the remnants of the green slime on the floor where she had taken you.
Your movement alerts Chrysalis, who slowly stirs to wakefulness.

“Mmm... That was wonderful my love,” she hums. One of her forehooves drifts down to gently rub your swollen stomach.

You sigh at the feeling, and turn your head to lay a gentle kiss on your lovers lips. You profess your love for her, chuckling as Chrysalis burps.

“Oh, please, my love. I'm already so full.” A thoughtful look crosses her face. “Never did I think my hunger could be satiated before I met you. I really am the luckiest mare in Equestria.”

She nuzzles your neck for a while before continuing: “If only our siege of Canterlot would have been successful. Could you imagine how perfect our life would be?”

You shush her with a kiss before she can continue her lamentation. You refuse to talk about Canterlot right now. You can discuss new strategies later, preferably after your pregnancy.

Chrysalis smiles and kisses you again. “Make yourself presentable dear.”

You pull the blankets over your lower body and egg filled stomach before she calls out to her maid.

One of her many changelings enters the room. The poor little thing immediately gets intoxicated by the amount of love and lust still in the air.

“Darling,” Chrysalis says. “Could you please fetch our children.”

The changeling nods with a sloppy smile on her face. She turns to leave the room and gives you a shake of her behind, trying to entice you. Uselessly, of course, your love is directed solely to your queen and your children. Besides, she's technically your stepdaughter.

Few moments of snuggling pass before the doors burst open, all 23 of your younglings flooding inside. The youngest of them sprouted their wings only few weeks ago, and you watch with a happy smile as your sons and daughters whir around the room.

Your eldest daughter flies straight to you, giving you a deep hug.

“Daddy, are we really going to get more sisters again soon?”

And brothers, you confirm, hugging her back. And by the feel of it, this batch might be even larger than the previous two.

With your queen by your side, your daughter nuzzling to your chest, purring and your many children happily playing around you, you can't help but feel a small twinge of anger. They deserve better than this, a cave in the middle of nowhere, living in fear of being hunted by those blasted ponies. Next time, you think. Next time Canterlot will fall.

Author's Note

So I finally wrote my first clopfic. I'm sorry/you're welcome. Not a surprise, as I've written pony fanfiction and erotic fiction before, it was only a matter of time before the two crossed over. Not only did I write my first clopfic, it's also my first fetishfic. And boy is it my fetish. This story is so much my fetish, I could have probably written it in half the time it took if I didn't have to take fap breaks. This is so much my fetish, I've jerked off more in the week I wrote this than in the past month. Though, that might be information I should have kept to myself... Also, confession time: I cried while writing that last part.