Once again I'm dragged facedown and ass-up into the Changeling Hive. Yesterday was fun, but now it's time to get down to business!

"...Queen Chrysalis!" the drone says, finishing his little introduction. This time I go for a little backflip. I swear to god I landed on my hooves.

"Did you bring us another one of those cross-eyed foals, drone? You know we couldn't get anything out of the last one."

"Nope!" I shout, totally not springing to my hooves a second time. "Oh, I have a question though."

"...I suppose I can answer one question before--"

"How do you reproduce?"

The whole throne room--all several thousand drones, plus one queen--stare at me.

"Like, you know. Do you lay the eggs in the ponies? Do you lay them and then make the ponies look after them? Is it a TF thing? Is that why you cocoon ponies, so you can turn them into changelings? Please tell me it isn't chestbursters, I don't like pain--"

"Silence!" Chrysalis shouts, and holy shit does her voice carry. I'm kinda impressed. "What was your name again?" she asks, rubbing the side of her head as a couple drones fly off for some icewater.

"Anon." Well, it's supposed to be Dawn, but--

"Anon, what are we?"

"...Changelings?"

"And what do Changelings do?"

"...change?"

"So, when we wish to reproduce..."

"Aw, man, do you guys just divide like germs do?"

"NO! We reproduce however we damn well please!" She stomps her hoof, and the drones all start to growl; but then she clears her throat, and they stand down. "More accurately, however the victim pleases. It is usually a simple matter to work out a target's darkest desires..."

"Oh, kickass. That means I can get a ton of mileage out of this."

"Huh?"

"Cocoon me, bitch!"

Everything's green. Absolutely everything. I mean, I was already green, but now I'm more green.

The cocoon's filled with some kinda breathable slimy stuff. It feels weird inside my chest, but I'm not choking on it or anything. I waggle my hooves slowly, as I watch upside-down drones fly by. I feel weightless, floaty--and I feel something curling around my hindleg. Looking up (down) reveals a set of tentacles, barely visible as they slither through the slime. Aw, man.

They sort of poke and prod around. One of them starts poking around my dick. Hey, maybe these are the kind of tentacles that suck you off--
Mmmnope. It just went in my dick. I would say 'wrong hole' but 1) I can't really talk in this gunk and 2) somehow it doesn't hurt. It's weird as fuck, but it doesn't hurt. It's kind of like a handjob, but from...inside? Tendrils coil around the rest of my hooves, which dashes my plan to give myself a hoofjob and compare the sensations.

A few moments later, another one pokes at my ass. Nobody told me there was gonna be butt stuff, dammit! Is this because I called Chryssy a bitch? I swear to god it was a spur of the moment thing please don't--

Everything suddenly feels a lot less stressful. I tilt my head, and a tentacle moves with me. Is it...in my ear? In my brain? I feel kind of funny. The tentacles push deeper, filling me. I start to buck into them, and holy fuck does it feel good--I feel the one in the front bottom out, and it's like lightning struck my G-spot. Do guys have a G-spot? Fuck it, I do now. Hit it again!

The tentacles read my mind, and start twitching and wriggling, and suddenly I feel--I feel like I'm cumming, but stretched out, like it's lasting minutes--no, hours! I can see the pearly white spunk spurting out around my new favorite thing--when did it become my favorite? I don't care--I keep blowing load after load until I'm running dry, until I've cum three or four times without anything coming out, but it won't stop! For the love of the Queen, don't staaahaaahnngh...

Distantly, I notice something getting smaller. My...my dick's getting smaller. Something in the back of my mind says this is a horrible curse, something's wrong, but I know nothing's wrong. That's why I emptied it out, to make room for my new equipment! Everything is fine. Focus on how good it feels. Open your mouth. I let my tongue hang out as a feeder tentacle slips in, filling me from the other end. My nuts shrink up into me, out of the way, as my folds start to take shape; a smaller tendril wraps around a tiny little fleshy nub, and squeezes, and my mind goes blank for a few seconds. When I'm done cumming my brains out, I can feel the tentacles pushing deeper, shaping my egg-sac. My womb. Thoughts of what I'll be carrying soon fill my head.

You are a breeder.

I am a breeder.

You rut, and carry eggs.

I rut, and I carry eggs.

Come to me and let me use you.

Yes, my queen. Oh fuck yes...

I pant softly as I stumble away from the cocoon room. There were a couple other ponies in there, still sleeping. I wonder if I was fast-tracked. Part of me is happy, that means I can be full of eggs sooner, I can be whole and full. But I kind of wanted it to last longer...

The Queen's voice fills my mind, and I nearly cum on the spot, but I keep walking. She's giving me directions, guiding me to her chambers, and giving me an object lesson: It feels good to obey. I reach the royal bedchamber, and the drones at the door recognize me by my scent, even with the remnants of the cocoon clinging to me. That's another thing I've learned: It feels good to be covered in sticky things.

As I step in, the Queen's voice feels even stronger.

Kneel.

I fall to my knees, moaning. My slit is dripping wet. If I could even think about moving, I would be searching for something, anything to stick inside me--

Tail up, slut, the Queen orders, and my body obeys even before I do. I see her ovipositor slipping out of its sheath, dribbling thick slime. Part of me wonders if I can carry eggs in my stomach. Your entire body belongs to the hive. Of course it can carry eggs in any orifice. I let a lazy giggle tumble out of my mouth. Stupid breeder. I forgot that my mouth is only for fucking.

She puts her tip to my lips, and I drag my tongue across it, moments before she stuffs the whole thing in. A pony would choke on it. I do choke on it, sort of. My new body doesn't need to breathe, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy being used like the cheap toy I am! She thrusts viciously, her hips meeting my face with an audible slap of surprisingly-soft flesh against chitin. It takes me a few tries to measure the length--she's nearly two feet long! It's a good thing my whole body is one big egg-carrier, or else she could've really hurt me with that thing. Instead...she can be as rough as she likes. My whole mind sings with each thrust, and when I feel the first egg sliding out, it shatters me. I barely stay conscious as I count the eggs, half a dozen of them, all settling into my belly where they belong.

She pulls out, spraying a couple dollops of slime onto my face. It dribbles down over my eyes, tinting my vision green again, and I drool a little as I remember what happened in the pod. Part of me wishes I were a pony again, just so I could experience being transformed a second time, but that thought is crushed as Chrysalis starts using my egg-slit. I howl in pleasure, babbling like a madmare, begging her to knock me up, to rape me, to bind me and throw me to the drones. I want it, I need it, I need to be used over and over again!

Oh, you'll be used. You will be my personal breeding bitch, Anon. Heheheh...who's the bitch now~?

I lost count of how many eggs I've laid, just in the past...hour? Day? I remember something about a time loop, but that was from before I was full of eggs, and I don't see any reason to think about a time before I was full of eggs. Another one starts to slide out of me, and I groan, letting the orgasm rock my tattered, broken mind. I'm bound, spread-eagled, on a wall in the nursery; workers quietly collect my babies and carry them off to neat little shelves, letting them incubate near a pony who's been chained to the floor. I feel sorry for him. He isn't full of eggs! I hope someone fixes that soon.

Somewhere, a clock strikes midnight...

"Holy FUCK."

"Trixie is impressed. You show promise."

"I...I was a mare, and--"

"And you were a very cute mare."

"Shuddup," I reply, showing my conversational superiority.

"Relax, Anon. You will sort out your feelings in due time. And besides, you have another day ahead of you~! Let's see if you can top this one."

Author's Note

Will she rape my throat~? Oh, no no no no no. What about my pussy~? No no no no no~! Then surely...she's going to use every hole?

Yes. Yes! YES! OH MY GOD!