Queen of the Changelings; Master of Me

Have you ever had a moment in your life where you had no idea what was going on but you enjoyed every single second of it? It happened to me before or at least a long time ago. It happened something like this…

I was taking a few sick days off of work. I worked in an office behind a desk with a telephone answering for other people, rerouting callers to other phones around the office. It was pretty boring, really. Anyways, one day I managed to infect my throat somehow. Not sure when or where I got the infection, but it sure did affect my voice, a lot. So much so that I had to use cue cards I picked up from a supply store to communicate with others.

On the cards, I had predetermined words and sentences in a numerical order, such as ‘”Hello”, “Goodbye”, “I’ll be going to the restroom”, and etc. Unfortunately, since my main job was to talk to people behind a phone, my boss gave me sick leave until I got better to at least talk properly on the phone.

So for the next few days, I lumbered around my apartment, doing whatever I could to pass the time that did not involve me talking. Sadly, my apartment was ill equipped for me staying home for such prolonged periods of time. My TV had no interesting channels on it, my bookshelf was already finished with months ago, my pantry didn’t have much comfort food outside of a bag of potatoes, and the weather outside was terrible.

It was the dead middle of winter. Winter brings the worst weather out in the worst of places, doesn’t it? It usually brings out snow, sometimes sleet, rarely hail. Seemed like God or some other deity from above decided to make my life even more miserable by throwing all three at me at the same time. Not only was it near impossible to go outside except for a coffee in the shop next door, but the constant sound of pounding against the walls and windows, as well as the howling of the wind and below freezing temperatures; thanks to a crap heating system I have installed, lead to some of the most miserable days of my life.

I was pretty much trapped in my own apartment which I liked to label my cell thanks to my accommodations. Hell, even I would watch some dull Golf on my TV, but the weather seemed to of cut off my connection. The only piece of heaven in this hell hole was my bathtub. I would usually fill it to the brim with really warm water. And just for the heck of it, I would also add bubbles and bathtub salts. I don’t know about you, but hearing raging, howling winds from the outside while enjoying a nice, warm, comfortable bath was quite soothing.

Once the water started to get cold, I would drain the tub, rinse, wash, and repeat. I didn’t care how much water I wasted while doing this; it was the only thing that could entertain me hours upon end. Usually I would doze off, letting the warm water and bubbles go onto my face. It was a really incredible feeling. While in this state, I would seem to get the craziest of dreams compared to dreams I remembered while in a regular old bed. The most recent one I had included a turtle spitting fire that acted as my trusty steed in combat against an orc.

Anyways, things really got strange one day; for better or for worse if your choice to decide once I tell you. I read today’s newspaper, and the weather report said tonight would be the windiest and most violent of all nights since this storm hit. I took this as good news, as it meant that my dozing off would be even more extreme than usual.

I did my regular old routine that I’ve been doing for the last few days since I got sick leave and the storm hit. Take off my clothes, fill the tub to the brim with really warm water, add bubbles and salts, and then finally immerse myself in a dreamland. Don’t know what compelled me to do so, but I sank my face down low enough that the water was just touching the top of my lips. The raging winds outside combined with the warm water on my body and face led me to falling asleep quickly. My head fell to my shoulder in a snap.

I think my head fell to quickly though, because I accidentally knocked over one of my bars of soap I had lying on the side of my tub. It slipped off the rim and hit my modified PVC pipe doorstop I had against my wall. It got knocked over in my direction and started falling for my head. Fortunately, it was stopped by a suction cup held rack on the wall that held all my shampoos. Unfortunately, it released the suction and an array of colorful sweet smelling shampoos came raining down upon my head. The PVC pipe also came down along with the rack and knocked me out cold.

As strange as the situation was, it really did happen. It’s like trying to explain to a friend that you couldn’t get to their house on time because a painter tripped on his shoe spilling paint all over the street causing a car to skid out of control into a telephone pole, causing it to snap and fall in the path of your car. Well, that’s what happened. A bar of soap caused shampoo bottles and a bottle rack to fall upon my head and knock me out. Strangely, that’s not the weird part. It gets even weirder.

You’d think I’d wake up back in the tub covered in shampoo and bathtub bubbles, soaking wet and clueless, right? Well, you got part of it correct anyways. I did indeed wake up sooner or later; not sure how long I was out, and I was covered in some sort of substance, entirely soaking wet and clueless. It was…how can I explain? Maybe I can put it very bluntly for you. I woke up immersed in some sort of translucent green goo that filled a pod, if you could call it that, suspended from the ceiling of a dimly lit cavern many feet from the ground. Guess you could call it a cocoon, upside down. It was the freakiest thing I’ve ever encountered. Forget the fact that I was in a cocoon suspended many feet off the ground, but I could actually breathe in this goo. You’d expect me to choke due to me not being able to get oxygen into my lungs. I could even feel the goo inside my lungs as well, so in reality I should be dead, but I wasn’t. It was like something from Star Wars, like when they put people into giant tanks of a liquid to heal but they don’t drown.

After I wrapped my head around that fact, I suddenly realized another fact; I wasn’t wearing any clothes. True, I was taking a bath beforehand, but it was just a strange feeling to not wear any clothes and not be in a bathtub. It was an even stranger feeling to have the green goo wrap around my body. It got into every corner, nook, and cranny, including around my private parts. Maybe now I should start going into detail about the goo that I was in. Not only was I able to breathe this stuff in and out, even though it had the viscosity of maple syrup mixed in with cornstarch and water, but it also seemed to be moving. I came to believe this goo was alive.

Not only did it move, but it also radiated a bit of heat, making the cocoon feel a bit warm, like bathtub warm. I’m not sure about you, but having thick goo that is not only warm but also moves encasing my manhood sent my mind into override mode. Let me tell you, living alone in a small apartment has let me to experiment with myself a few times to help pass the time. However, that was just normal hand strokes and lotion. THIS was something entirely new and different. My climax was rising higher and higher, and the goo somehow seemed to notice this as well, as the motions around my rock hard dick sped up faster and faster.

Just as I was about to explode, all activity cease; the movement of the goo, my climax, everything. It was as if time itself just went into a standstill. Suddenly, I head a tearing, ripping sound coming from above my head…er…below my head. Looking down to the ground, I noticed my cocoon was starting to tear apart. I don’t think I’ve ever told you I was never afraid of heights, correct? Well, I guess that one single event is what caused me to have that fear. The distance between me and the floor seemed much smaller from inside the cocoon.

I felt my body starting to slip out of the cocoon. I would try to grab for the torn folds of my cocoon, but I don’t think it would have supported my weight. Plus, this goo really hindered my mobility, so it wasn’t like I could reach for anything in time anyways. Yet, amazingly, as I started to fall, the goo was still wrapped around my body, acting like a bungee cord for me. It was slowly lowering me to the floor. How nice of it. Not only does it pleasure, but it also acts as a safety device when needed. How exactly do I thank something that doesn’t respond back? Ah well, like it even mattered. My throat was still a bit infected, so speaking would be a pain anyways.

After a short while, I finally landed on the floor with a slight squish, and all the goo from above followed suit. I then started to cough up the remaining goo in my lungs and wipe whatever’s been left over in my hair and eyes. Just as I was down on all fours, hitting my chest with as much force as possible to loosen the goo inside my lungs, I heard a slight clip-clop of hooves coming towards me combined with a squish sounds, like the kind you’d get from running your hand through coleslaw. Don’t ask how I know that. Just don’t.

After beating my chest a few more times and rubbing my eyes out, I suddenly felt very awkward. Never mind the goo or the cave or the cocoon suspended many feet in the air, but I was still naked, and from what I could hear, some guard on a horse was approaching me. I immediately jumped into the pile of goo that fell onto the floor, hiding my private parts as best as I could. It didn’t help much since the goo was translucent, so I covered what I could with my hands.

The sounds of clopping soon ceased, and I looked up expecting to see some sort of officer or knight, or at least someone riding a horse. But when I looked up, I saw nobody at all. But what I did see…oh god…

It was one of the four Horses of the Apocalypse!

Well, okay I wasn’t THAT crazy to believe an imaginary deity like that would be right in front of me, but that’s what it looked like! The shape was definitively a horse shape of equine race, except the coat was jet black. The blackest I’ve ever seen on a horse. The mane was long and wavy, as well as being dyed a turquoise color, except it looked like it went through a blender, or at least the endy parts did. It's hooves were, uh, quite holey, to say the least. How did it even manage to stand on such legs if there was hardly any support?

A quick look at the crotch area revealed that it was a girl. Don’t know why I’d need to know that, but okay. Eyes then shifted towards her…are those wings? Very bug like wings they were. Like something you’d find on an insect of some sort, except the ends, too, looked like they went through a blender. She also had a horn, or at least I think it was a horn. It was so mangled up that it hardly even resembled a horn, or at least when compared to traditional lore of unicorn horns. As a side note, it looked like she had armor on designed out of the same materials my cocoon was made out of, except only harder. She also had a crown and a, might I say, beautiful eye shadow applied. Whoever’s horse, pegasus, unicorn, bug equine thing was, they really did like dressing up exotic species.

That’s when things got even weirder.

“So, you’re the one my magic locked onto, hmm? I don’t care what you are or where you come from, but all I know is that I am very, very hungry right now.” The apocalypse horse said to me in a deep, sultry voice. Look, I’ve been knocked out by shampoo bottles, been dangled in the air from a cocoon, and had my manhood pleasured by a living goo, a talking female apocalypse horse with cheese for legs that just so happens to have a very hot voice did not seem too out of the ordinary, so I just rolled along with it.

Whatever the case may be, it looked like she was in an offensive position; doing a slow and steady crouched pace towards me. That’s when she smiled, and I noticed that she had fangs. Really pointy and sharp fangs. Do horses eat meat? They shouldn’t, but it seemed like all rules of horses from where I came from were thrown out the window. Not wanting to become the next tasty meal of a Mare of Diomedes, I mustered up all my strength from within…

“S-stop…” I whispered meekly, holding up a hand. Geeze, does an infected throat hurt when one talks. But it was either a choice between a painful throat or pure death. I chose the former. “P-please do-don’t eat m-me…” I then made a mental note to myself how blessed people without infected throats are.

Whether I stopped her completely or just delayed the inevitable, she did halt in her tracks and reclined from her attack position into her normal stance. “Oh, this one talks my language?” She got her face right up into mine with those green slit eyes staring right at me. She smelled like heavily salted pickles,” I think you’ll require a different type of procedure.” She raised a hoof to my chin and forced my head to look in her direction. Her hooves were very squishy, so that should explain the squish factor when I heard the clip clop as well.

“Well, what do you have to say about that?” It looked like she was waiting for a response. But my throat could not endure another round of talking, so I had to push her hoof away and motion to my throat that it was infected. I further cemented it by opening my mouth so she could see my throat as well. After she inspected me for a while, she shook her head in what I believed to be in an understanding way.

“I see, your throat seems to have been hit by some sort of disease or bacteria. That will definitively hinder extraction. No matters, for that can be fixed right up. You will follow me to my quarters where you shall be tended to. All questions will be answered once we get that throat fixed.” Miss apocalypse horse then did a quick turn in the opposite direction and started heading for the exit of the cavern. I, however, stood put. My body was still naked and was on display for anyone passing by. I couldn’t risk such humiliation. Well, I could, but the feeling of it would be something to die for.

Apocalypse horse seemed to notice my absence of following in her wake. She stopped and turned her head around to get a good look at me. She squinted her eyes at me, which I must say, had a very chilling and creepy effect on me. “Now why aren’t you following me as instructed?” She yelled over to me.

I pointed down to my private area hidden behind the pile of goo, showing her that I was uncomfortable with me walking around showing off my sunshine. From where I was, it seemed to me that she face-hoofed with a giggling smile. She turned to me once again and yelled over, ”Is THAT what all the fuss is about? Out of all the things you could chose right now that would make you most uncomfortable, it would have to be that?”

She shook her head a few more times and backed up a few steps in my direction. Her behind was now just a few feet in front of me,” If it’s any consolation to you, notice how I go around in almost the same fashion as you are right now, excluding the armor, but that doesn’t cover what you are worrying most about. ”She then proceeded to shake her rump right in front of me. I could clearly see her horse holes; both to be exact, and both were perfectly perfect in every way. Plump…juicy…was I getting turned on by an apocalypse pony that was just about to eat me?

Nonetheless, the ass shaking seemed to do the trick, as it put me in a trance long enough for her to get me up off my feet and gave me a little push towards the exit. Now I had no other choice but to follow her. However, I felt a little more confident about myself. If more of these apocalypse-pony things followed the same dress code, which is to say, none, then I had nothing truly to worry about, right?

Just as we were about to exit the dark and damp cave, a quick question crossed my mind. I tapped her shoulder and, giving it all I got once again…

“Exc-cuse me, but wha-ack-t do you mean ex-extraction miss…” My voice seemed to be getting a bit better, but not by much.

She placed a hoof over my mouth, ”Hush, you need to conserve that strength. I need it later on. Plus, all questions will be answered once we get that throat fixed.” She then removed her hoof and, surprisingly, nuzzled her shoulder against my body tilted her head in my direction, looking at me with a seductive stare, ”And the name’s Queen Chrysalis; Queen of the Changelings. You’ll need to be remembering that for later on.”

Chrysalis; what a nice name that was.

“A-and I’m Christopher. Just pla-ain old Christo-stopher.” I managed to squeak out. I really needed to stop talking. It was getting painful once again. So, Queen Chrysalis and I set off for the exit. I don’t know what’s it about, but I had a really good vibe about her. So much so that I instinctively put a shoulder around her neck as we strolled along. She didn’t seem to mind though. I think she even shot a quick smile at me before we went off again at our regular pace.

First chapter to my first ever ClopFiction. How exciting. Now I haven't written much before, and what I have written before is not really top-quality work, so we'll see how this turns out, since I am the only one working on this. No proofreaders, no prereaders, no nothing. Just me and Microsoft word. Now this can be a little encumbersome since most ideas come to me when I'm tired late at night, so if you see any errors, please do feel free to point them out to me so I can fix them as quickly as I can.

Now I know what you're thinking, "This is pretty much a self-insert, isn't it?" Well, to be honest, yes, but that's because I find that format easiest to write in. I love to tell stories to other friends, and when I do, I usually use the First Person Perspective. It seems to just come the most naturally to me. Plus, I kind of consider self-inserts a 'Record of our hopes and dreams', because that's pretty much it. When we write a self-insert, we do it in a way that things bend to our will. It's the closest thing we have to having televisions that can record and store memories, dreams, and ideas.

I chose the name Christopher because on a list of the most common names, Christopher was listed as #11. Why 11? Because I like to steal other people's catchphrases.

And just as a way to understand how big the ponies are in my world...

Please do give me your honest opinions below! I know I haven't given you much to work off of, both story wise and clopping wise, but do please tell me what you think of it so far.