Our hive is situated in an abandoned castle deep inside the badlands, we moved there after the Canterlot fiasco. Our queen had been in a murderous mood at first, and it took all of us to stop her from flying to Ponyville and use her newfound strength to raze it to the ground. She’s been obsessed with miss Twilight Sparkle since her defeat you see. Yes, I would be scared too miss Sparkle, she’s quite vindictive and she still possesses most of the power she drained from your brother. I’m sure she’s plotting something at the very moment.

Now where was I… Oh yes, the hive. After mother calmed down she resumed her duties, caring for the wounded, never sleeping until all her children were healthy. Then we started our work on the hive. At the time I didn’t really know since I was isolated from my brothers and sisters, but some drones were very upset, seeing Chrysalis’ failure as a sign she wasn’t fit to be our queen anymore. Mother knew, of course, she knows everything that goes on in her hive; but I think she was too confident in her authority to see what was really coming until it was too late.

It started like any other day: I woke up late, used the royal facilities reserved to the Queen and her guards, generally abused my high standing to be lazy, and then went to mother’s bedchambers with one of my books. She was absent at the time, probably trying to deal with the growing tensions in the hive, so I waited for her to call upon me with the other guards already present. Her bed was a salvaged royal canopy, with wool covers and fluffy pillows we found in storage, remarkably preserved. Poor linen probably never saw so many fluids as it did in those days. I had been lounging on her bed, reading for an hour when she came back. All of the guards stood at attention instantly.

“All of you, out.” She barked. “D20-2001, you can stay.”

The others gave me dirty looks as they went away. Not my fault if I was the Queen’s favorite. She had carried my brood three times already, and judging by her scent I was about to go up to four, a new record.

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“Wait wait wait,” Twilight’s voice interrupted “wouldn’t reproducing with your own genitor engender egregious gradual genetic degradation?”

“Say wot?” Sweet mercy shook her head, confused. She also retracted the hoof that had wandered between her thighs.

“Inbreeding is not a factor for changelings, miss Sparkle.” Loneling shook his head. “Queens produce spermatozoids and ovules, exclusively during their Nuptial Flights, to be able to breed with other species. But drones reproduce by laying eggs. Those eggs are copies of the father, and they will experience slight mutations during incubation. The eggs then hatch and are examined for said mutations. The ones that are beneficial are given priority breeding rights. The ones that are not are restricted.”

“Artificial selection…” Twilight whispered, her mind racing. “What about the mothers?”

“They have little influence on the progeny, they only carry the eggs. Drones are both male and females, but most of us have a preferred gender.” Loneling’s gaze flicked to Sweet Mercy, the mare sniffing her hoof discreetly. “I see myself as a male… And I am attracted to females…”

“So you have some who will lay eggs and some who will bear them?” Twilight wrote all this information furiously, the scratching of her quill bleeding through the microphone.

“Yes… It’s a system that ensures population regulation and…” Loneling’s tongue darted out, tasting the air.

“That’s fascinating, and how does…”

“I’m sorry but can we just have sex already?” Loneling interrupted suddenly, staring at Sweet Mercy’s amused face. “You are really distracting me and I wish to put my ovipositor in you.” He said, completely straight-faced.

“… Eew.” The microphone said.

“I’ll think about it; for now continue with your story.” The pegasus mare smirked, her tail still subtly wagging to spread her scent towards the changeling. “You were alone with the queen and…”

“Fine.” Loneling sighed, his growing member quivering in disappointment. “So, as I was saying…”

“This is the most bizarre interrogation ever…” Vigilance mumbled, not seeing Twilight’s nod of agreement, her face a little flushed.

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“Today has been stressful,” Chrysalis breathed, crawling on the bed. “I need you to help me relax.”

“Of course.” I nodded. She was coming closer, and her scent was growing stronger. I don’t know what had worked her up so much, but I had the know-how and the tools to help her. Naturally I assumed her preferred position: lying on my back, ready to be ridden.

“Stand up.” She said with humor. She kept her gaze locked with my growing length. “I’m too tired to do all the work.” She turned away from me and laid down on her stomach, legs tucked under her. She had her thighs pressed together so I couldn’t see much, but her plump behind was very stimulating nonetheless. Even more when she shook her hips, making her soft buns jiggle. “I’m sure you can manage on your own.”

“Yes…”

By that point my cock had completely emerged from its opening, which made rolling over an adventure. My ovipositor is much larger than most male ponies you see, the Queen even said that it was almost as long as her own shaft, when on her breeding cycle. It certainly was girthy enough to be a tight fit even for the queen. Are you sure you don’t want to give it a try miss Mercy? No? But you are drooling all over… Fine. In any case I was harder than usual; mounting the queen was a rare privilege, even for me. I stood on my hooves, my transparent cock shaking in anticipation. Oh yes it’s transparent, kind of like one of those silly condoms you ponies use. It bumped against my belly as I approached Chrysalis’ alluring backside. From this close I could hear her royal slit wink, the wet sounds begging for my presence.

I laid down just behind her, eyes level with her hidden treasure, then pressed my muzzle between her thighs. She tensed, pressing my snout from all sides. I knew she was playing with me, making it difficult to reach her prize, and it drove me crazy. I whined, my tongue darting around blindly, trying to find her honey pot. I heard her chuckle, so I dove deeper. My face was pressed between her ass-cheeks, my snout bumping on her groin, my tongue slathering everything, driven mad by the omnipresent scent of her arousal. Then my tongue finally found my goal.

I slobbered all over her slit, the fat lips dripping and swollen. Everytime my tongue licked her lips she winked, spraying my nose with her heavenly perfume. Everytime my tongue tried to dive into her gaping cunt she contracted her walls, prohibiting my entry. The game repeated endlessly, her teasing making my length quiver, but I had to satisfy myself by rubbing my ovipositor on the covers for now, smearing my arousal everywhere. I was slowly losing my mind, to the Queen’s great delight.

Losing my patience, I waited for her pussy to wink then lunged forward, my narrow muzzle prying her lips apart. She tried to tighten, her cunt pressing my snout on all sides, but I held firm. My tongue slid between my lips and finally entered her delectable insides. I licked urgently, her walls rippling as my forked tongue dug as deep as it could. It’s very long and prehensile, sensitive enough to find her engorged clitoris. The precious pearl was hidden between her folds, only barely visible when she winked, and my tongue coiled around her nub, tugging at it fiercely.

Chrysalis moaned from pleasure, her royal pussy opening wide, welcoming my snout into her walls. Deep enough now I released her hardened button and my tongue slithered to her most well guarded sanctuary. I lapped at her womb’s barrier, testing the waters, seeing if my Queen would allow me the great honor of depositing my eggs into her deepest cavern. For a long while her last wall remained irresponsive, my slobber pooling in her quivering pussy, my whines becoming strained and desperate, until her whole demeanor shifted. She relaxed her posterior, her thighs opening, flexed muscles becoming soft. My muzzle sank deeper, and I whinnied in excitement. My tongue felt her cervix open wide, but before I could taste her womb it closed again. No matter, I had all the assurance I needed: the Queen was indeed receptive, and before this day was over she would be full with my brood.

I threw my head back I breathed deeply, inhaling her potent scent. I stared transfixed at her now exposed royal cunt, the fat black lips opening and closing constantly, the winks making her internal walls appear, the neon green flesh begging to be stretched. Her clitoris was totally uncovered, the bright green nub harder than rock, begging me for attention. Protocol stated that I should have waited for her expressed authorization, but my mind was lost in a haze of lust, so I suddenly snorted and reared up.

My hooves sank into her soft posterior and I shuffled to align myself. My cock shook with unrestrained desire, but her position made it difficult to penetrate: she was too low, and my ovipositor slid messily between her comfortable buns. I humped into her in a crazed stupor, trying to penetrate at all cost, the weight of the eggs in my belly pushing me to try harder. Finally my ovipositor bumped against her cunt, I had to crouch awkwardly while holding on to her huge rear but I was aligned. With a grunt of satisfaction I thrust my hips forward… And nothing happened. I quickly realized that the Queen’s lips were sealed tight once again, and I remembered that I had mounted her without her say-so. My eyes widened, slowly traveling from staring at my own dick to gazing at the Queen’s eyes.

Mother was pissed. She was looking back at me with a nasty frown, her slitted eyes beginning to dilate. When her fanged muzzle opened with a hiss my heart throbbed with fright, remembering her current situation. I knew she was having some sort of problem with insubordination from the hive, and now a drone was insolently disrespecting her. In her own chambers no less. Chrysalis loved all her children, and she never killed any of us. But she did punish us according to our crimes. And I knew my sentence: for trying to take her body like a common egg carrier, she was going to bite my ovipositor off.

Several thoughts exploded into my mind at once; begging for forgiveness, trying to flee, closing my eyes and waiting for it to be over… But my body responded with a singular frantic idea: breed. My overpowering instinct clamored that if I was about to lose my cock, I was going to deposit at least one last batch of eggs into the nearest female. So the Queen and I were both bewildered when my hips resumed their desperate thrusting, my ovipositor flexing madly to sink into her cunt. We looked into each other’s eyes as her slit was battered, and her pupils dilated completely when a powerful hump punched through her resistance. I hilted just as she snarled, throwing her fang filled maw towards my neck.

I dodged the snapping jaws, still pumping away. Even in her enraged state mother still wanted to avoid killing me; if she really wanted to tear my neck off she could have struck faster than I could see, but as it was I was just quick enough to weave and jerk away. My hips were humping with frenetic energy, my egg sack already undulating, filling with nutritive and lubricating fluids. If I wanted to fill the Queen with my eggs, I had to do it fast. My ovipositor battered her insides, quivering when her womb opened despite herself, and I instinctually froze, preparing to deliver my payload. That was when the Queen lost patience.

Her horn ignited, the green haze making her enraged eyes shine. I was promptly plucked from my precarious position and slammed on the hard ground next to the bed. I stayed on my back, dazed and hurting, as the Queen slowly rose. She stepped from the bed with shaking legs, probably quivering with rage, and approached my prone form while taking her time to make me squirm. She stopped when she was just next to me with her fanged muzzle just over my length, slobber falling on my crotch.

“You dare…” she growled.

Her dominating presence only made my cock flex harder, becoming bigger than I thought possible. The Queen tilted her head, looking at my growing shaft curiously, and for a shining moment of hope I thought she would forgive me. In the next instant, faster than I could blink, she snapped her jaws around the middle of my shaft. I have to admit that I screamed like a little filly, sure that I was now emasculated, but a deep chuckle shook me from my nightmare. Mother was looking at me with amused eyes, her jaws still clamped around my ovipositor, but her sharp teeth had not penetrated. She was holding my length with terrifying precision. She bit down just a little harder, making me squirm, then released my cock.

“No… Too easy.” She said simply.

Chrysalis then stepped over me, her great bulk leaving me in her shadow. I recognized her intent and I scrambled to hold my ovipositor in the right position. Like I had thought the Queen dropped her dripping nethers onto my groin, but instead of impaling herself on my dick like usual, she twisted her hips and sat on my stomach. My cock slid harmlessly across her oozing cunt before resting on her soft posterior, jerking and flexing between her ass-cheeks. The rest of my body was crushed under her weight, and I was thankful she was so light for her size. It still was enough to completely immobilize me, and the only thing I could move was my cock, sandwiched by her rump.

“I feel so tired.” Chrysalis drawled. Her voice was nonchalant, and I could feel her barrel vibrate against my cheek. “I think I’m going to take a nap right here.”

My eyes widened as she started to rub my length with her soft buns. My ovipositor leaked more viscous fluids, and I could feel my eggs rumble, preparing to be released. I couldn’t halt the process now, and the queen knew it. She kept hot-dogging my cock, making me spurt more and more white goop on her black rump. I tried to move, to stop her massage, to penetrate, anything to avoid releasing my last brood outside of her, where my offspring would perish in a matter of minutes. But my egg sack constricted, my eggs inexorably beginning to head for my ovipositor. I whined in terror for my youngs.

“Stop…” I whispered, my chest too compressed to scream.

“Hmmm?” Chrysalis sounded happy with herself, making me pay with her exquisite torture. “Oh my, are you about to cum?” she said with feigned surprise.

“Yes…” I mumbled, out of breath.

“But that would be bad, wouldn’t it?” She almost sounded genuinely preoccupied. But she didn’t stop twerking her hips.

“Please…”

“Think of your poor eggs, they’ll die if you so carelessly release them at the mercy of the elements.” Chrysalis accelerated her grinding.

“I know, please I’m sor…”

“Really, you should learn some self control.” Mother sing-songed. She lifted her ample rump, my dick sliding closer to her dripping snatch. “You are lucky I’m so nice.”

“Thank you…” I wheezed. I contorted my hips to angle my ovipositor for her fat cunt. I found my target and sighed as I started to sink in. “Thank y…”

“Oops.” Chrysalis twisted away, letting my cock fall on my belly. “It slipped.” She laid down heavily on me, trapping my ovipositor between our bodies.

“No…” My cock rippled, the eggs beginning to push into my length.

“Are you all right my child?” Chrysalis asked sweetly. She swayed her body sensually. “I can feel your cock swelling under me.”

“Please, please, please…” I begged. Her weight was keeping my eggs just at the base of my length, but everytime she squirmed they travelled farther.

“You have been naughty, you know that?” Chrysalis ground her armored belly on the base of my cock, making my eggs subside.

“Yes… I…”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, my Queen?” I said, not knowing what new game she was playing. I squeaked when she rubbed her body on my cock, letting my load jump ahead.

“No.” She purred. “You don’t want me as a queen, you want me as a female to carry your eggs, don’t you?”

“…”

“You wish to fill me with your eggs, make my belly heavy with your brood, make me a mother?” Chrysalis ground her hips against me, playing with me as my body was torn by a denied orgasm. My length jerked and spat heavy spurts of cum, but no eggs followed, trapped at my base once again.

“Yes.” I said, desperate for release.

“Yes what?”

“Yes mother.”

“That’s an improvement,” Chrysalis’ horn ignited, and I felt her magic form a constricting band around the base of my ovipositor, keeping my eggs at bay; the aura then started running over my length like an electric current. “but you can do better than that.”

“Mom…” I whispered, eyes glazing over from the magical stimulation.

“Yeeeees.” Chrysalis hissed. “That’ it.”

“Mom please…”

“What is it my darling?” Chrysalis stood up slowly, finally letting my ovipositor go free, her magic still massaging it. My length kicked up and slapped wetly against her stomach, but she didn’t care. Her eyes were locked with my own, hypnotizing me with their beautiful emerald shine. “Do you want something?”

“Please let me cum, please…” The denied orgasm was almost free, making my limbs thrash with frustrated pleasure.

“Beg some more.” Chrysalis’ monstrous tongue slithered from her muzzle, the thick tentacle caressing my snout. “Beg your mommy.”

“Let me cum, I need to cum in you…”

“That’s not what you want.” Chrysalis’ eyes narrowed dangerously. “Tell me, you have one last chance.”

“Please, LET ME FILL YOU WITH MY EGGS!” I screamed, the pleasure blinding me as her magic crushed the head of my cock.

“No.”

My blood ran cold as I looked at the pitiless muzzle above me. Mother was looking at me with a gleeful expression, enjoying my despair. My length spurted more fluids than ever, jerking powerlessly on my belly. The queen then stepped away, her shadow finally leaving me. I waited with bated breath, waiting for the ring of magic surrounding my cock to disappear and let my eggs spill upon my own chest. But the magic was still there, stroking me. I looked for the queen, thinking she may have left me to squirm in eternal torment, but I quickly found her. She was back on the bed, her rump turned to me, reading the book I had left there. She felt my gaze and looked back, then smirked and swayed her tail. Her scent washed over me once more, and I was on my hooves in the next second. I galloped to the bed, eyes locked with Chrysalis’ dripping cunt. I threw myself on the bed and crawled with desperate energy.

“This is a nice novel.” She stated calmly, her tail wagging urgently. “I hadn’t read it before.”

Her lack of interest didn’t stop me, and I reared up as I reached her shapely behind. Just as my hooves where about to fall on her soft rump I remembered my lesson and flopped on my sides. I breathed hard as I laid there, one cheek pressed on the covers, the scent of her royal cunt overpowering.

“That’s better.” I heard mother say, almost proudly. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

“Yes…” I gasped, the scent making my head spin.

“I don’t like losing my favorite toys, but I hope you understand this is your last mistake.”

“I do.” My eyes were unfocused, all my senses focused on my hearing and my nose.

“Good.” She let me stew in frustrated euphoria some more. I could hear her flicking the pages of my book, taking her time as she read it. My ovipositor spasmed violently, another denied release making my head swim, the bed seeming to rock under me like a boat. But the pages kept turning. Once. Twice. Thrice. I was considering bashing my head against the ground to escape the torturous pleasure when she finally spoke up. “Oh, didn’t I say you could mount me out loud? How silly of me, I forgot.” My eyes refocused with surprise, and I stood on shaky hooves. Our eyes met, mother shooting me an amused gaze before returning to her reading. She shook her hips, spraying her juices everywhere. “Do it.”

My body and soul cried in relief as I lunged on her back, taking her fat behind in my hooves. She had positioned her hips perfectly, and my cock sank into her oozing folds, but not without resistance. She was tight, tighter than ever and I don’t know if it was because I was so hard or because she was more aroused. Her velvety walls took held of me, caressing me, dragging me deeper and unwilling to let me go. I whimpered when I bottomed out, her womb enticingly open, the warmth of her deepest cavern washing over my ovipositor. I tried to retract my length, but her walls were holding me too tightly, I couldn’t move. And the magical band was still on my base, squeezing harder than before.

“Do you know why I didn’t castrate you?” She suddenly asked.

“Uuh...” I tried to respond, but was too concentrated on my cock being crushed into submission.

“This will be the last brood I carry for this hive.” Chrysalis said calmly, but I could hear the distress in her voice. “And I already decided it would be yours.”

“Why?” I asked. Her walls had started massaging me more gently.

“No matter.” She flicked another page. “I’m going to cancel my spell, are you ready?”

As soon as she said that I started to hump quickly and powerfully. The band around my base disappeared, and I could finally feel a much awaited orgasm approach. I snarled and began liberally pounding the Queen’s behind, the impact making her bubbly butt jiggle. I rammed myself into her, again and again and again, until her black hide started to shine with a red glow. But she just kept reading, not even acknowledging my presence in her cunt. So I just thrust harder, harder and harder, feeling the head of my ovipositor start to change. The blunt head divided in three, opening like a flower. The sensitive insides of my changeling flare made me cry in painful spikes of pleasure, and after a few humps I couldn’t hold myself back.

I threw my hips as hard as I could against the Queen’s perfect ass, watching her head wobble from the impact, just as she turned another page. At this point I didn’t care, my flare was prying her cervix open, inserting its three petals into her womb and locking my ovipositor as deep as it could go. My eyes rolled back into my head as the first egg started to travel down my length, stretching her glorious cunt as it went, before its brothers followed closely behind. Each egg was a point of incredible pleasure, and it got worse as they approached their destination. The flow was unbearably slow, and when the first egg reached my ovipositor’s end, I blacked out completely.

The pleasure was so intense that I barely realized my eggs plopped into the Queen, their malleable shells nestling against her walls. I was dazed with pleasure, and the thought that I was filling the Queen’s sacred grounds with my own lowly eggs made my cum surge. The last egg had not traveled the whole length when my release pushed it out of my ovipositor, the thick nutritious fluid bathing my eggs, ensuring their safety. I had never released so much, all the teasing had kept me on edge too long. My offsping would be safe in the Queen’s womb, kept well fed and lubricated with my copious spunk.

After an eternity of pumping into Chrysalis, my ovipositor finally started to soften, the petals at the head letting the cervix seal itself, careful not to let any eggs escape. I stayed immobile, mouth open and drooling, as my length slithered out of the Queen, retracting into me at the same time. Eventually when the last inch of my cock was free I gave a strangled cry and fell on my side, chest heaving. Chrysalis finally deigned to close the book, taking the time to mark where she stopped with a strand of her wispy mane. She rose ponderously, some of my emission falling from her stretched cunt. She turned, then laid down next to me, her belly facing me. Her stomach had swollen with my brood, her carapace became soft and pliable. And it had become see-through, letting me enjoy watching my eggs packed tightly in her transparent womb. No one knows why changeling queens change in such a way when they are impregnated, but the view is one of the most satisfying sights I'd ever experienced.

“Enjoying the show?” Chrysalis asked. At the time I was too tired to notice, but now I can remember that she sounded sad. She brushed a hoof through my frills, something she did whenever I had satisfied her. “I hope you did, because it won’t happen again.”

“My queen?” I whispered, too exhausted to comprehend.

“Don’t worry my child, just sleep.”

I remember her lips brushing against my brow, and then I fell asleep. The next day I awoke in my quarters, and her chambers would not open for her guards. She called to us through the door, saying that we were all dismissed. At first I thought that I had done something wrong, but when we rejoined the rest of the hive I understood: the hive was preparing to expulse Chrysalis. She had been given the right to bear us one last brood before leaving, and she had accepted the ultimatum, not wanting her children to turn on her. If she to wanted she could have killed us all, but that’s not in her nature. She’s ruthless to her enemies, willing to kidnap fillies and torture mares for information. She’s the worst kind of enemy you can have, and I really don’t agree with a lot of what she did. But she will defend her children, even if it meant she had to leave us. Without her the hive didn’t feel like home, so I left.

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“Wow…” Sweet Mercy mumbled, clopping silently.

“Would you stop that?” Vigilance whined.

“What?” Twilight piped up. “What is she doing?”

“Or at least let me help.” Loneling offered hopefully. He rose, revealing his hardened length from under the table.

“Oh sweet Celestia, put that thing away!” Twilight screeched.

“Holy cow, it’s huge…” Sweet Mercy drooled, staring at Loneling’s ovipositor.

“Yes, it was mother’s favorite.” The changeling nodded. “Now can I put my eggs in you?”

“Well…”

“Nope!” Twilight squeaked. “So much nope!”

“How about you tell us about after you left your hive?” Vigilance cut in, desperate for a change of subject.

“I could tell you and mount her at the same ti…”

“NOPE!”

Author's Note

I would like to thank Faraday for his help proofreading this chapter. He uncovered a truly staggering number of silly mistakes and painful blunders then took the time to explain how to fix them. He made this chapter better and he has my gratitude.