Chrysalis could do very little in her current state. Her mind felt foggy, and each time she moved she could feel how full her insides were. Ever since feeding off of Shining Armor's love, she had consumed enough for her body to begin producing eggs. This wouldn't be a problem if she knew that there would be enough food to go around for the next brood to flourish. She was foolish to have assumed otherwise. Had she been aware of dangers of the elements of harmony in the first place she probably would have looked elsewhere for a meal.
This lead the Changeling queen to a new problem. She was full of eggs that were ready to be incubated and fertilized, the queen was unable to escape the feeling of eggs in her stomach, her stomach beginning to swell with absurd amount of eggs she had produced. She felt that if she didn't handle this issue soon and find a place to release these eggs she would burst. But finding a suitable mare to bear the process of being pumped full of eggs? Her subjects were not built to handle the process of laying eggs, their bodies not warm enough for the proper incubation period. If the brooding caves were still able to be taken care of Chrysalis could just lay her eggs in a pool of slime, but centuries of broods had drained the pools, so the queens that came before her had to find a new way to have broods.
The womb of a pony was the same temperature as the pools of slime that the queens had historically used to keep their brood safe, though as the years went by ponies became aware of the Changelings, and they took extra caution with keeping themselves safe from capture. Changeling broods were getting smaller, and if Chrysalis was unable to secure a mare to help hatch this brood, it wasn't unrealistic to say that there might never be another brood, and the changelings will die out, quietly, the only sound being heard from them being the rumbling of their empty stomachs.
Sweat beaded off of the Queen's skin as she pushed herself up to her feet, her legs shaky as she tried to steady herself. Her head was swarmed with visions of all the mares she'd ever seen, almost salivating as she remembered those rare moments where the scent of their marehood would reach her snout, every time she was reminded that any of them could be a suitable home for her eggs. Of only she had acted sooner. Maybe she could have used Cadence or Twilight while they were trapped under the Canterlot castle. If she had accounted for the chance of them escaping she could have taken more precautions to have made sure that they would have stayed there.
Out of all the mares that Chrysalis had caught a scent of, Fluttershy was the one her mind turned to the most frequently. The most timid of her group of friends, yet somehow to most intriguing. And her scent, a distant memory, yet not any less intoxicating. Her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out the side of her lips as drool began to fill her mouth. Every fiber of Chrysalis's body screamed out for the pale yellow mare. How would Fluttershy react to being forced to carry the Queen's eggs? Would she accept the gift and let Chrysalis fill her to the brim with her eggs, then still allow herself to be used to hold the eggs until they matured after Chrysalis fertilized them?
Chrysalis had made up her mind. As risky as getting that close to Twilight would be, the possibility of filling Fluttershy with her next brood was enough to get her to legs to move. It would be a long trip to Ponyville, and there wasn't a moment that she would be able to spare.
A light breeze rustled around the branches over Fluttershy's head as she walked along the perimeter of her yard. The mare was making sure that no bunnies were hiding around the bushes or under the ferns. It had become a daily routine of hers after finding a few bunnies who couldn't have been more than a few days old without another bunny in sight. Raising the bunnies had been exhausting, but Fluttershy knew that if she hadn't been there for those baby bunnies then they would have not been able to survive more than a few more hours on their own. It was calming to work with animals, they always were so kind to her.
As Fluttershy was checking under the last bush, a smile crept onto her lips. No bunnies. That meant she would have some time to herself before she had to get started on anything else for her day. It would be a great time for her to do some cleaning, or just to lounge around while the cottage was still quiet. Her hooves made soft sounds against the dirt as she turned to head back into her house. Nobody came around Fluttershy's cottage until later in the morning, so running into anybody else wasn't even a thought in her mind.
This changed rather quickly as Fluttershy felt herself being yanked backwards into the trees. In her moment of shock as tree branches smacked her flank, her first instinct was to freeze up, which was exactly what had happened. She didn't have any ideas of who could have grabbed her, and just a second later when her back slammed against the ground, knocking the winds out of her, her body just froze even further. Standing above the paralyzed mare was Queen Chrysalis, and her eyes showed nothing but hunger.
Fluttershy's chest twitched as she struggled to breathe, not able to scream or ask any questions yet. Her eyes were wide with terror as the queen stood over her, not saying a word as her eyes scanned over every inch of Fluttershy's body.
"I'm so glad I finally got a hold of you. You see, I have something rather urgent to inform you of," Chrysalis mused, her front legs bending to allow her face to get closer to the Fluttershy's trembling body. "You see, I need to be able to provide for my next brood. You and your little friends cut me off from a very plentiful food source at an awful time."
Fluttershy's wings made a feeble attempt at flapping hard enough to get her off the ground, but with her lungs still struggling to take in air, there was little that she managed to do except kick some dust off of the ground. She felt completely helpless against the queen, especially here where they were surrounded by trees and out of sight from anyone would could have been coming by her cottage. As Chrysalis's face got closer to Fluttershy's hind legs from her spot right in front of her, Fluttershy realized that her gaze was focused right on her marehood.
"Still not going to say anything?" Chrysalis didn't even bother looking up at the mare's face as she slowly laid down in front of Fluttershy, licking her lips as she watched her tremble in front of her. "I've been needing a place to lay my eggs for quite some time now. I knew that you would be perfect to help me. You're always so happy to help," The Queen's voice trailed off as her eyes shifted to Fluttershy's left thigh.
Less than a second later Chrysalis had sunk her fangs into the soft flesh of Fluttershy's inner thigh, not having any problems with breaking the skin. A soft whimper left Fluttershy's lips as she tried to struggle away, but as the fangs remained embedded in her leg, she began to feel like she couldn't move. Fluttershy had heard stories of mares being dragged off by Changelings against their will, but most ponies didn't know what happened to them once they disappeared. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Fluttershy realized that she might be the next to learn what that fate might be.
A minute went by with Chrysalis's fangs deep in Fluttershy's thigh, and as those seconds dragged on the results of that began to be visible. Fluttershy was now completely immobilized for at least the next few hours, her muscles just not cooperating with her brain as she struggled to move herself. This also applied to her vocal cords, the only sounds that Fluttershy would be able to make came from her breathing and maybe the occasional whimper.
As Chrysalis removed her fangs from Fluttershy's thigh, a thin trail of blood and green venom began to leak out of the four small marks on her flesh. The sight earned a sly smirk from Chrysalis, her eyes turning towards Fluttershy's marehood once again.
Another side effect of the venom that Chrysalis had pumped fluttershy full of was rapidly working to prepare Fluttershy's body for the clutch of eggs that she was about to receive. A chuckle of amusement made its way onto Chrysalis's face as Fluttershy's brow began to furrow in discomfort.
"Ever since I caught your scent, I knew that you would make a perfect host for my clutches of eggs," as Chrysalis talked, her head kept dipping closer towards Fluttershy's cunt, taking in the scent as the venom set in. "Your cervix is opening up, preparing itself for my eggs. You'll make a perfect broodmare."
Fluttershy's breathing sped up as she processed what she was being told. She didn't need venom to be paralyzed, as fear gripped every cell in her body. Fluttershy was at the mercy of Chrysalis, and nothing she could do would be able to get her away. She'd already tried to scream for help, but her mouth wouldn't open, her body being forced to be still and silent, forced to endure whatever the Queen saw fit. Tears had already begun to well in Fluttershy's eyes as her gaze remained locked on Chrysalis.
A choked whimper was all she could muster as Chrysalis's tongue ran over the slit of her cunt, flicking over her clit. It felt wrong to be touched like this, against her will, but Chrysalis didn't care. Her lips latched onto her clit a second later, sucking gently on the nub between Fluttershy's folds. Fluttershy hadn't ever let anybody touch her there before, having wanted to save herself for someone who truly loved her. Her dreams were being shattered at the hoof of Chrysalis, who only continued to suck on Fluttershy's clit.
Small whimpers escaped Fluttershy's throat as she struggled in vain to get away from the Queen's mouth, but the assault on her clit was making it hard to do much of anything. Fluttershy was able to smell her arousal as her marehood began to feel wet from the intense stimulation. It wasn't long until Fluttershy found herself cumming, the muscles in her cunt tightening as she rode out her first climax with her clit still suctioned in the Queen's mouth. As the mare's breathing began to even out again, Chrysalis pulled her head back and let her tongue trail over her marehood, pleased with how easy it had been to make the mare soaked.
Chrysalis sniffed at the air for a moment before she nodded, her tongue running over her lips as she moved her body to hover over Fluttershy's stiff body. Her eyes were stuck wide open with horror as she continued to struggle, the venom that coursed through her body preventing her from moving any of her limbs an inch in any direction. Her mind was screaming for her to get out of there or cry for help, but her body just wouldn't cooperate with her. Fluttershy held her breath as Chrysalis held herself over her, barely any room between their faces. Fluttershy could smell the Queen's sour breath as she leaned in closer.
"You're going to carry this clutch of eggs. And you're going to make sure that they hatch," her brows furrowed for a moment, her hips twitching forward. A slimy appendage snaked its way over Fluttershy's inner thighs, her fur soaking up the slime that covered it. "After all, the element of kindness must be thrilled to take on such a kind role of mothering this clutch of Changelings, won't she?"
The appendage that had touched Fluttershy's leg was now prodding at the entrance of her marehood. Whatever it was, it certainly didn't feel like it belonged to any stallion that Fluttershy had ever seen. Her protests failed to be vocalized as the appendage forced its way into her marehood, her slick walls welcoming the well lubricated intruder. A look of relief soon began to appear on Chrysalis's face as her ovipositor forced its way into Fluttershy's cunt, surprised at how easy it had been for her to force it in.
The ovipositor twitched around inside of Fluttershy, earning a few whimpers from the mare, but her sounds were mostly of protest rather than pleasure. The whimpering would get louder as the tip of the ovipositor forced its way past Fluttershy's cervix and into her womb. Even with the venom that was made to loosen up the muscles, nothing was meant to reach her womb anyway.
Chrysalis grit her teeth for a moment, her hips pressing forward until they pressed against Fluttershy's, her ovipositor touching the top of Fluttershy's womb. Her mouth hung open, drool pooling out of her mouth as a wave of slime burst out of her ovipositor and flooded the womb that she had hilted herself in. Fluttershy squeezed her eyes shut, no longer wanting to watch the sight that was unfurling before her.
"Your womb," Chrysalis stumbled over a few sentences as she felt eggs beginning to make their way down the ovipositor and begin planting themselves in Fluttershy's womb, the pressure in Chrysalis's stomach finally beginning to lessen as the eggs began to leave her body. Fluttershy's eyes remained shut, but Chrysalis didn't have it in her to force them open. "So warm..."
The bulging stomach that Chrysalis had just moments ago was disappearing, yet Fluttershy was now being forced to endure that same feeling as dozens of Changeling eggs forced their way into her womb. Her womb was struggling to hold all of the eggs, expanding to make accommodations to the living insertions. More slime sloshed into her womb along with flurries of eggs, the ovipositor preventing anything from making its way out from her insides, keeping her plugged up for the time being.
Fluttershy didn't know how long Chrysalis was hilted inside of her womb, but when she finally began to slide her ovipositor out of Fluttershy her stomach looked like she was overdue for a foal any second now. She had expected to feel slime or eggs bursting out of her marehood as soon as Chrysalis had retracted the ovipositor, but her cervix seemed to have already shrunk back, keeping all of the eggs and slime inside of her.
Chrysalis fluttered her wings and rose to her feet, grinning down at Fluttershy. Her abdomen had returned to its flat state, free of any eggs it had contained just a few minutes earlier. "You'll be able to start moving again soon. I suggest you stay out of sight until I return."
And just like that, Fluttershy was left to lay on the forest floor, waiting for the feeling to return to her limbs.
