Queen Chrysalis is upset. Her swarm has been scattered or killed, her power weakened, and her enemies lie unconquered. Soon enough, however, her revenge will break with the darkening sky. And it all begins with one purple pony. Unsurprisingly, clop ensues.

So yeah, clop clop clop.

A warning, though: this story contains several fetishes that, if they are not your taste, will be rather squicky. Including:
-Domination/submission
-Oviposition*

And maybe more. Might continue this if there's good feedback. Might run away and hide if a lynch mob comes for me.

* If you don't know what this means, do yourself a favor and don't look it up. You cannot unsee what has been seen.