“Zecora. It is a pleasure.”
Zecora would have bared her teeth, but the muzzle around her mouth prevented her from doing so. She would have growled, but the gag kept her mute and docile. So instead she settled for glaring at Chrysalis as she swept into the tent, the darkness fluttering over the black chitin of her coat like tar.
Chrysalis chuckled softly. As soon as she was close enough, she leaned forward, until the tip of her nose was nearly brushing against Zecora’s. Zecora grunted, struggled with her bonds, but it was no use. Whoever had tied her up had done their job well; she could scarcely move even a muscle. The ties around her ankles chafed, and her hooves twitched uncomfortably as the rope cut into her flesh.
“We’ve finished clearing out your little resistance,” Chrysalis purred. “Not a one was left uncocooned. Rather like yourself, perhaps.” She chuckled again. “Though I have better plans for you than foodstock.”
Zecora groaned. Her nostrils flared behind her muzzle. She could feel a strange, almost searing heat beginning to burn between her hind legs. What was this? What was that look in Chrysalis’ eyes? She wondered, for a moment, why no tears came at Chrysalis’ boast, but realized that she’d spent all of her tears long before.
“Mm.” Zecora stiffened as Chrysalis bent forward to rub her cheek against hers. The touch of the other mare’s flesh sent tingles of—was that pleasure?—shivering up her skin. As Chrysalis nuzzled her, taking deep breaths of her scent, Zecora caught sight of something hanging below Chrysalis’ belly: a massive, bright green stallionhood that bobbed and swayed in time with her breathing.
Suddenly, Zecora felt a nip at her ear. She twisted—not with pain, but by reflex, as though her whole body was tensing up, flexing at the sensation. Chrysalis laughed softly as she pulled her teeth away, her dark smile broadening.
“My armies must replenish their losses,” she murmured. She pulled a hoof along Zecora’s side, stroking the smaller mare’s fur. “And I think you would be an excellent broodmare.”
Zecora’s eyes widened. Chrysalis’ teeth glinted as she pulled her hoof away. A shudder went down Zecora’s spine, pure instinct that yearned for more. She felt...empty without Chrysalis’ touch. Unfulfilled. What had she done to her?
She relaxed—relaxed!—when Chrysalis moved beside her, pressing their sides together. One of Chrysalis’s legs was slung around her side, her hoof stroking at Zecora’s soft underbelly. Out of the corner of her eye, Zecora could see Chrysalis’ member pulsing steadily, leaking a thin stream of milky liquid onto the dirt below.
“Such a motherly figure,” Chrysalis purred. Her hoof traced around the curve of Zecora’s hips, then sank a bit into the plumpness of her rear. “You’ll look beautiful carrying my children. All hundred of them.”
She saw the look in Zecora’s eyes, chuckled. “What? Changelings have always been nothing if not productive. And don’t fret—it’s an honor for a mere pony to carry her Queen’s brood.” Chrysalis’ hoof slipped between Zecora’s nethers, and the zebra gasped, unwitting pleasure flashing across her eyes. Oh, she needed this—
No! This was Chrysalis! What was she doing? Zecora struggled, grunted, strained—and yet one flick of Chrysalis’ hoof against her puffy, dripping lips left her trembling and panting against her gag.
“You’ll singlehandedly refill our reserves,” Chrysalis murmured, tracing wide, lazy circles around Zecora’s taint. “I’ll pump you full of my eggs, and each brood you bear will be a new battalion. My people will spread across all the world—and through it all, I’ll keep you close, bloated and full and pregnant with my strong, virile children.” Her chuckle was dark, taunting. “My own little baby factory. I can’t imagine you’d be good for much else after this.”
Sweat trickled down Zecora’s forehead. Her nostrils flared, and she tried to stifle a throaty, rumbling moan. She could feel her pussy winking, inviting Chrysalis forward, to penetrate her, to fill her. Lust, pure and unadulterated, filled her every vein, urging her to submit, to give in, to be owned. She was desperate to be fucked, and hated herself for it. She hated Chrysalis, she hated her marehood for betraying her, hated the pheromones that were doubtlessly spreading through her body right now, paralyzing her and preparing her for the brood she would come to bear.
A steady stream of her arousal was dripping past her swollen pussy lips, her cunt aching to be filled. Zecora tried to struggle, swinging back and forth and pushing against her bonds. Her jaw strained against her gag, tears coming to her eyes as she struggled to break free. She had to escape. Chrysalis had to be lying. She couldn’t do this to her. She couldn’t allow it—
And then Chrysalis’ hoof twitched against Zecora’s labia, and Zecora felt herself go over the edge. She was powerless to stop it. Her body simply convulsed, every muscle twisting as fireworks of pleasure burst in her head. Zecora gasped, twitching, trembling as her femcum splashed down on the ground below. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to be filled. Needed to be dominated, stuffed, used. She could feel her cunt burning for more, then swallowed as she felt herself give in to the lusts.
“All slick and ready for me,” Chrysalis murmured. She smiled, teeth glinting wickedly. “I’m sure you can tell how ready I am for you.” She took a step back, and Zecora’s eyes widened. Chrysalis’ shaft had to be over three feet long. It stuck out in front of her forelegs like a massive, meaty slab, and drooled steadily from its slit. Even from here, she could make out Chrysalis’s “testicles”: massive, wide enough to push her back legs apart even as they dropped nearly to her ankles. They squirmed faintly, bulging with the hordes of eggs contained within, and Zecora wondered just how full Chrysalis felt right now. She felt her marehood clench again and whimpered, wondering when she was going to feel that.
And then Chrysalis rammed her length inside. Zecora’s eyes flew open wide, her lips peeling back as she moaned and screamed in agony. Chrysalis was so big. She felt like her hips were about to be split in two, as though her very insides were being arranged by the changeling queen’s intrusion. But even as pain burned inside of her, pleasured burned even hotter. She could have cried in happiness. She was being filled! Wasn’t this what she’d wanted?
By the time Chrysalis had thrust a full half of her length inside—was it only half? Zecora felt so overcome with need and tightness that she could barely tell—the full weight of her body had come to rest atop Zecora’s back. Zecora’s knees buckled, her small body trembling as Chrysalis’ much taller, much heavier body weighed atop hers. Chrysalis’ titanic nuts slapped gently against Zecora’s hocks as she pumped her length out, then back in. A low moan slipped from Chrysalis’ lips, her muzzle pressed tightly against Zecora’s as she mounted her fully.
“You’re not big enough—nngh!—to take all of me yet.” Chrysalis grunted as she slammed her hips forward once more, forcing Zecora’s cunt to widen, deepen as more and more of her thick, milky pre seeped inside. Zecora’s vision blurred, her eyes crossing as each thrust sent her careening into a new high of pleasure. When Chrysalis spoke again, her voice was low, husky, and full of promises. “But you will be. I’ll make you the biggest zebra to ever live. Fat with foal, plump with cum, belly wriggling with my children, and with a wide, wet enough cunt to take a hundred of my children at once, if I allow it.”
Visions assaulted Zecora’s mind: herself, raised up on a belly so huge that her hooves could no longer touch the ground, with a gaping cunt that was never quite empty of eggs or semen. She moaned, no longer sure of whether she loathed or loved the idea. The changeling pheromones inside of her fluttered, forcing another moan behind her gag as Chrysalis’ medial ring pressed against her pussy lips.
“Every soldier in my army would love to take you,” Chrysalis purred. She curled her hoof hard around Zecora’s belly, pressing her tight against her larger body. Zecora could actually feel the bulge in her belly pushing against Chrysalis’ hoof, the extra friction and stimulation pushing another cupful of heavy pre into her cunt. Zecora’s hooves trembled, weight and exhaustion and satisfaction leaving her weak. “But you’ll be mine, first and forever. My pleasure toy—my broodmare—my fuckable, fat, pregnant zebra.”
Her tongue curled around Zecora’s ear. A second later, Chrysalis bit down—hard, on Zecora’s shoulder. Zecora’s screams mixed with moans as Chrysalis’ fangs sank into her skin, each thrust of the other mare’s cock sending her whole body quaking.
With a muffled grunt, Chrysalis’s thrust forward one last time. Zecora gasped as she felt the queen’s mighty shaft swelling up inside of her, Chrysalis’ girth effectively doubling as the first of her brood was pumped inside. Whinnies and gasps escaped Zecora’s lips, her eyes squeezing shut as her ass was stretched impossibly, incredibly wide. Chrysalis’s hips bucked and jerked with her orgasm; the queen’s loud moans made it clear that this was more than just an exercise in protocol. She was delivering her young inside of Zecora, and doing it with an intense, sexual pleasure—and Zecora was feeling the exact same on the other end.
She felt her belly swelling outward, bloating, her womb growing with each new occupant as Chrysalis pumped a steady stream of eggs inside of her. Zecora groaned, giving a strangled, gurgling cry as she climaxed around Chrysalis’ girth. Warm, rich femcum rushed back to mix with the amniotic fluid of Chrysalis’ gigantic testicles, a nutrient-filled bath ready to feed the squirming, throbbing eggs filling her growing belly.
There was just so much. Zecora’s eyes crossed, her vision going white as she felt a pleasure greater than any orgasm she’d ever known fill her completely. Dozens—no, hundreds of eggs rushed inside of her, taking up all of the space her tiny little body had to offer and then greedily gobbling up more. Her belly was big, round, and taut, and was constantly swelling; it’d already pushed down below her knees, and didn’t show any signs of stopping.
Chrysalis’s shaft twitched inside of her, and Zecora moaned. All traces of defiance, any iota of rebellion, finally vanished. The strong will of the resistance was crushed beneath the whimpering lusts of the queen’s new broodmare, with Zecora’s soft whimpers swelling and fading in intensity with each fresh pump of young into her cunt. Each fresh egg made her belly swell further, and she lost herself in visions of how big they would grow—of how big she would grow—in the days and weeks to come.
Finally, after what felt like ten lifetimes of bloating, Chrysalis pulled out. Her enormous schlong slapped against her thigh, flaccid again—for now. Zecora groaned, the sound muffled by the gag, but made no less clear. Juices dripped down from the back of her cunt, but to Zecora’s pride, not a single egg fell back. Thankfully, Chrysalis had left her belly small enough that she could still walk, but Zecora had a feeling that if she even tried, her swollen, pregnant gut would drag along the ground below her, stimulating and exciting her many hundreds of babies. She tried to remember why she’d once thought of this as a bad thing, and found she couldn’t.
With a satisfied sigh, Chrysalis planted one last kiss against Zecora’s dripping cunt. Then she pulled back, her long muzzle dripping sexual fluids. “Excellent,” she purred. She gave Zecora’s flank a smack, and snickered at Zecora’s yelping moan. “I’ll make sure to have you fed plenty, just to round out that flank of yours. It wouldn’t do to have a skinny broodmare, oh no. After all, you’re eating for six hundred, now.”
Chrysalis stepped away, then glanced back. She smirked, and gave the moaning zebra a nod. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, her massive cock slapping wetly against her still-gargantuan testicles. “You’re not nearly big enough.”
As she departed, Zecora could only moan in agreement. And then the tent flap closed, and she was left in the darkness again.
