Chrysalis places an ad in a paper.

Pinkie Pie had been the most annoying of the mane six to contain, and she was really not looking forward to dealing with her. She wished that there was somepony that she could send to do the task for her, but Twilight was currently busy, and Moonlight was… Well, Moonlight was likely studying or something along that vein. She did not know for sure because once again she had chosen to shut out the hive mind.

For some reason she was… Just not feeling it. She had found herself questioning the decisions she had made and how they had affected others and herself. To be honest, Chrysails was feeling really down.

The changeling Queen had dedicated her life to spreading her hive as far as possible, cutting down her foes and giving evil speeches. And now she had won… She felt empty. He therapist said she needed to find a new purpose to follow after…

But Celestia had been the ruler of a whole empire. She and her sister could control the sun and the moon for Faust’s sake. Where was she meant to find a foe that could match that level of power? Sure, there was Cadance and the whole crystal empire thing, but she was the Princess of Love.

What the fuck is having power over love compared to having control of the sun? A smirk painted itself across her face as she took a sip of her hot coco. She had images of all the Princesses in a line, and then Cadance’s face as she got told she was the Princess of Love.

And then years later when Twilight became the Princess of Friendship, which is basically a less extreme form of love and her job became even less important. What was next? The princess of Merchandising?

She shook her head slowly and downed more of the beverage she loved so much. Candace was likely pissing herself, imagining a huge army rolling over the hill at any moment and wiping her armies out. Honestly, Chrysails did not give a fuck about some tiny kingdom in the middle of a frozen wasteland.

Even if they did capture the kingdom, the damn thing was protected by “love” And if they drained that away, everyone would freeze to death. She might have been evil, but even she had limits.

Sipping at the hot drink again, she let her mind space out and stared blankly at the wall ahead of her. There was food, the rebels had been crushed and the kingdom had mostly returned to normal. And yet, she was a conqueror, not a ruler.

She would need to figure something out. Find a way to make herself happy. Developing depression now would be a terrible thing to happen.

There was a knocking at her door, a gentle kind of tapping, as if someone were gently rappi-

And now she was reciting poetry. It was official, she was having a crises. She hauled herself to her hooves and moved over to the door, pulling it open and peaking out into the hallway.

There was a huge white box, wrapped in a bright crimson ribbon like some kind of gift. Her eyebrow raised slowly as she stared at the giant box, before floating the label up to her face using magic.

To
Chrysails

She looked up to the giant box, almost the same size as she was. The Queen had never been given a gift before, and she had no idea who would bother to send it to her… Or even how they had gotten it this deep into the hive and then vanished.

It could be a trap. She could open the box and it could be a bomb, or an assassin… A list of various deadly things that could be inside the box filled her head.

And then they were all wiped away again. Of course it could be something deadly, but if someone wanted her dead, they would not be stupid enough to try and sneak a giant box into her castle.

She floated the giant box into the room, placing it down before standing behind her desk. If it was a bomb, at least her desk would provide a small amount of comfort.

Her magic wrapped around the ribbon, and she gave a slight wince as she tugged on it. The ribbon fell away, the box fell open, and…

Cake. A giant chocolate cake that looked like it had been cooked by an expert chief, chocolate bonbons decorated all three of the huge tiers, and the tiers themselves were all made of different kinds of chocolate: milk chocolate for the bottom, dark chocolate for the middle, and white chocolate for the top.

If she was being totally honest, staring at the cake was making her moist. She wanted to devour and gorge herself on it until she was sick, and then keep going until she was unable to move.

It was at this point, the cake exploded. Or at least, part of the top tier exploded, confetti, streamers, glitter, a pink horse. All of them poured out the now ruined top tier.

Pinkie Pie landed perfectly, her hooves spreading apart as she stared at Chrysails with a huge grin.

“Tada!” she declared, waving her hooves at the cake that Chrysails now realized was hollow, and as such contained much less cake then she had been expecting.

She did not question how the pink pastel pony with the mane that looked like it was from an 80’s porno had managed to escape her cell. Nor did she question where she had got the ingredients to bake a three tier cake from. Instead, the changeling Queen felt a deep rage filling her chest.

The poor bug queen had been cake-blocked. She had been expecting to get enough cake to give her a heart attack several times over. And instead, she barely had enough cake to make her feel ill.

Pinkie Pie was still grinning at her, that smug smile, that happy face. She lunged straight for that pink pony and wrapped her chitin hooves tight around her neck before she could say anything more to piss her off. The pink horse let out a shocked gag as her air supply was rather suddenly cut off.

Her eyes flew wide and her hooves reached up, trying to pull her hooves away from her throat.
“Eck?” She questioned as Chrysails stared down at her with a hateful expression etched onto her face.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you, you pink whore!” She screamed.

And of course, Pinkie Pie then begin to giggle loudly as her hooves flailed about wildly, clearing enjoying the sensation of being chocked by the much more powerful creature currently strangling the life out of her.

After several moments of her anger spiking higher and higher, she came to realize that choking or killing her would do nothing but bring joy to the pink pony.

It really pissed her off, and she soon tossed the Pink Pony away with an annoyed hiss, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as her jaw clicked out of place, giving her a visage of horrific proportions.

Pinkie Pie squeaked softly, but was back on her hooves in moments. “D-don’t you like the cake?” She asked, her face having concern rather then terror painted across it.
Chrysails felt like she was going to explode. Her blood felt like it was boiling inside her veins, as if it could burst free at any moment and blow her and this stupid pink whore apart.

After several moments, she realized that nothing she could do would dissuade Pinkie Pie from being… Well Pinkie Pie.

She let out a soft sigh, her head hanging limp as all the emotion seemed to drain out of her body. This… Was, really stressful.

“What are you doing here Pinkie Pie? I should rip your head off where you stand!”

Pinkie Pie tilted her head to the side “D-did… Did… I do something wrong?” She asked.
Chrysails sighed softly. “No, I am.. I am just going to pound you full of eggs and make you into a broodmare…. I guess...” She let out a sigh.

The pink pony tilted her head to the other side now “You don’t sound very happy! I thought you were sad so I thought that I would come and cheer you up! Now come on, smile.”

She begin to hop around the small room, giggling softly to herself while repeating the word “Smile.” Over and over again. God dammit, she hated her bright attitude so much.

It was… It was like a beam of sunlight straight in the eyes on a dark day. Harming or hurting the pink pony only seemed to make that beam of sunlight even brighter, and she hated it.

Her hooves lifted the small pony up and slammed her into the desk. Even if she would enjoy it, pounding her full of eggs would make her feel at least a little better.

Chrysails felt her length, which had been slightly hard from the cake, begin to twitch fully to hardness, pressing against the side of her cutie mark. Pinkie let out a soft giggle. “Wowie! That is a huge horse cock! I don’t think I have ever seen one that big before.”

She wanted to gag the stupid pony to stop the constant stream of nonsense that seemed to pour from out of her mouth constantly. For some reason she was unable to bring herself to do so however.

“It’s not a cock, it is an ovipositor you stupid pink horse, now please be quite and at least pretend not to enjoy this.”

Pinkie gave a happy nod and bit her lip softly to silence her screams as she spread her legs apart with a whimper, an expression of faked fear painted onto her face.

Chrysails tried to block this out and pretend that the mare beneath her was writhing in fear and pain at the idea of what she was about to do. Her hard cock pressed against her snatch, and she tried her best to ignore just how wet the pink pony was.

Truly, she was a whore beyond belief. Her hips moved backwards, and then pressed them forward as hard as she was able. A howl tore from her lips a her back arched. It should have been agony with how hard Chrysails had pressed her hips forward, but the expression that was currently locked onto her face was not one of pain, it was more one of ecstasy.

She tried her best to block that out and simply focus on the enjoyment wrapped around her cock. Her hooves reached forward and wrapped tightly around the pony’s throat, tightening roughly to cut off her air.

The pink ponie’s snatch convulsed because of this, and she groaned in pleasure, starting to slowly work her hips back and forward. Fuck, she was a tight one. Blood dribbled out of her snatch in a thin red stream, flowing down her length and towards her thighs.

This had to be one of the best cunts Chrysails had ever had the pleasure of raping. It was… Beyond words. If only she was really raping it. If only the pink whore beneath her was not getting off on it in a really obvious fashion.

Her cunt convulsed expertly, tightly milking the shaft, begging for the eggs that it contained.

Chrysails grunted and stared down at the pink pony, who currently had a massive grin etched onto her face, loving the agony that was tearing its way through her body. After seeing that Chrysails was looking down at her, the smile melted off her face and became an expression of pain.

Even this managed to annoy the Queen. Even as she was trying to rape her, the pink pony was still looking out for her enjoyment. There was something seriously wrong with the ponyrace as a whole.

Her hooves gripped tightly onto the side’s of the pink ponie’s chest, holding her still as she begin to move her hips back and forth slowly. With each thrust the pink horse let out a sharp cry, her eyes rolling up as her snatch milked the massive length with all the force it could muster.

It was more then enough to force a grunt out of the Changeling Queen, her cock starting to throb despite the fact she was not really enjoying raping this stupid pink whore.

Even if she was not enjoying it, she could not deny the fact that it felt amazing. Her hips moved back as far as she could manage while still keeping the head of her cock inside Pinkie Pie, then rammed them forward again with all the might she could muster.

Her hips smacked loudly into Pinkie’s flank, her cock bursting into her womb like it was the most natural thing in the world. For all of her effort, this earned her a single pained grunt.

The pink horse was looking up at her with a soft smile on her face, and this time, she did not bother trying to hide it. “Are you enjoying yourself?” She asked between thrusts, like they were simply having a calm talk by the work water cooler.

She let out an aggressive growl and begin to thrust even harder, using all the strength she could muster to power her member in and out of her tight snatch, she was pretty sure that this was the moment at which her cock suddenly punched through the back of Pinkie Pie’s womb and straight into her insides, leaking blood and other bodily fluids everywhere.

Despite this, the pink whore still seemed determined to enjoy herself and refused to let out any noises besides those of intense pleasure. Her legs wrapped around the back of Pinkie Pie’s hips, moaning and shuddering happily beneath her as she thrust the huge member in and out of her snatch.

Finally she seemed to be getting some enjoyment out of the situation. Sure, this mare was consenting to this horrible situation, but there was still a cunt convulsing madly around her cock and blood dripping down her thighs.

She lay back onto her desk, spreading her legs apart as she pulled the mare atop her. She finally managed to block out Pinkie’s insane prattle by pulling her down as hard as she could onto her cock, driving it deep into the mare above her and likely punching through something important.

It would be so easy to keep pushing her cock up, deeper and deeper until it forced out of her mouth in a spray of blood and organs, killing her.

But then, she would have lost one of the six heroes of Equestria. They served far better use alive then as corpses. She had to swallow her pride and finish raping her full of eggs.

She begin to thrust as quickly as she could, trying her best to just use this mare like a sex toy. There was no way she was going to get this mare to feel raped, so she would just have to put up with having willing sex with someone for once.

Now she begin to thrust back and forth as quickly as possible, rushing to an orgasm like it was more of a task then an enjoyable activity.

Her cock twitched inside the mare, and her cunt begin to drip onto the table, forming a small puddle between her legs as she groaned loudly. Her cock was twitching faster and faster now, making her moan out loudly.

Pre was spilling out of her cock, green gunk that mixed with her blood and then dripped down Chrysails length. Her orgasm was just out of reach, like a carrot dangled in front of a donkey. Every time she got close, she remembered just how much this mare was enjoying it, and it slipped back out of her grasp.

She groaned, arching her back as she thrust even faster, the pink pony becoming a pink blur as she moaned happily. She flopped back and forth like a broken rag doll, letting out whorish moans with each of the brutal thrusts.

Finally, she seemed to be getting close. Pressure building behind a mental dam. Pre bubbled up of her length as the pink pony seemed to go totally limp, as her life blood poured out of her body and formed a puddle on the desk.

The pink whore was losing a lot of blood at an alarming rate, and she knew that if her orgasm did not cum soon, then the pink pony was going to bleed out on her dick. That would be very hot, but far from what she wanted.

Harder and harder she forced her hips up, faster and faster she brought the pink pony down. And then, in a blur of pleasure and joy, she finally hit her peak.
Her cock twitched rapidly, throbbing as an orgasm ripped through her.

Normally, this is where a long descriptive paragraph about how good the climax felt would go. But, Chrysails found that she barely enjoyed it at all. She let out a stiff grunt, then arched her back as green gunk sprayed out of her cock, followed by a single egg. Somehow, even her body seemed to be holding back.

She ripped the pink bitch from her cock and dumped her onto the desk. Her insides were a mess, and there was a puddle of blood and other fluids between her legs.

And of course, she was still there, smiling her head off as if she were enjoying the sensation of her body shutting down.

It pissed of her off so much. There was no way a normal, sane pony should be enjoying this. In the least she should have been screaming or begging, pleading for her life… Anything!

“Feeling better?” Pinkie Pie asked gleefully.

Chrysails almost ripped her head off right then and there. Instead, she managed to keep herself calm, slowly removing a large chunk of that white chocolate cake and stuffing it into her mouth in an attempt to drown out her rage. It almost worked too, until she remembered she still had to watch the pink pony transform and become a part of her hive.

She really did not want this bitch inside the hive mind, she had almost driven the guards mad just by talking to them, she could not imagine what was going to happen once she became part of the hive mind.

Pinkie let out a soft giggle as she stared at the huge pool of blood that had formed between her legs.
“My head feels tingly!” She declared brightly, which once again pissed Chrysails off.

At this point she had enough, and her horn glowed to life, pulling out a ring gag from empty air and shoving it into Pinkies mouth. Her voice cut off, and yet somehow she still managed to giggle softly.

The egg should have been hatching inside her at the moment. The little parasite begin to burrow its way through her…

Chrysails stared at her, and waited for the transformation to unfold. Hopefully she would at least suffer a little once her body started to transform.

After five minutes of nothing happening, Chrysails let out a soft frown and stared down at the pink whore. She appeared to be trying to say something, and Chrysails really did not want to remove the gag.

She was trying to say something important however, that much was clear. After several moments she was forced to remove it.
“What did you do to my parasite?” She demanded.

Pinkie looked really sad. She frowned softly and her bottom lip quivered. “I-I think it got… It.. got diabetes from my blood… And then it died.”

Chrysails… Well, she was going to need heart medication after this. She was quite sure that her heart beat was far too fast to be healthy as she picked Pinkie up by her scruff and carried her out of the room.