“Haahh...”

What had once started a pleasant heat in her loins and an odd infatuation to a mare she hardly knew had now become far, far worse.

“Hhaaaahhh...”

It had been turned into torturous blaze as her body was transformed into something she loathed--her fuzzy lavender coat now a thick layer of black chitin, her previously tidy violet mane and tail with stripes of purple and magenta were now dark teal and tussled with sweat and exhaustion.

“Hh-haaah...”

Her pride and glory, her cutie mark of a magenta six-pointed star, has now disappeared as well, the creature she had transformed into having not the type of magic that would allow for that, the blank space where it once stood only serving to remind her more of her weakness.

“Mmmph...”

And yet, even with all of that, it was hardly the end.

“F-fuck...”

The pain she felt has become an inferno that she lives in whilst in a body not her own, tormenting her unlike the painful heat before, but now as a cold, hollow feeling that has persisted since... well, she couldn’t remember. In this state, time seemed so fluid and ever-changing, unable to be understood and grappled with, leaving her in a state of bewilderment as it all seemed to pass in an instant after enduring a mundanity for what felt like years.

“Ha-a-ahhh...”

The heat inside of her felt such a mess of needy passion and empty pain, whereas the heat outside was so stale and unchanging, the feelings leaving her so disoriented that she couldn’t help but stumble, faceplanting in the black sand beneath her.

“O-ow...mmh...”

She stayed there for a moment, her mind empty but for the feelings of the world around her; she felt the harsh sand pressing against her sweat-drenched muzzle and her heavily pregnant belly, the dry wind grating against her body, hind legs oddly firm with the only reason seeming to be keeping her body in her lewd, submissive position as the wind slid past what was between them, imitating in her mind a sexy and domineering changeling Queen that taunted and teased her.

“F-fuck! Q-Queen!”

She shook it off as best she could--that illusion would be nothing compared to the real thing. Managing to stand up on wobbling legs, she looked forward to see a black spire rising out of the sand, flakes of glowing green spattered about it, not unlike the slick, black body she now possessed.

“Hufff!”

Her panting now showed some energy and enthusiasm, borne of devotion to get to that spire and the hive below to support the royal that would not deceive or manipulate her, as her only intention was to breed her hefty subject.

After navigating dark halls with occasional lights made from amber-like green goo, she found herself in a large spacious room of black rock with many large holes on the walls, seeming to be slots for some sort of large eggs.

‘This is the place,’ Her changeling instincts told her, ‘This is where we will be bred.’

Her wobbly legs finally collapsed, clacking against the hard rock floor and slapping her warm, bulbous belly into it and causing her to shiver with pleasure. She knew her children wouldn’t be harmed by some rough rutting, and so she was free to do with her huge belly as she saw fit--at least, until the Queen came in.

However, any lustful instinct to rub herself silly in preparation for her Queen was cut short by noticing the distinct lack of any life around her. Not in the entire hive did she run into a single other changeling, and while some may be around other parts of the structure, there would at least be some foals growing in this room.

Of course, she knew why all of this was; when princess Cadenza and captain Armour used their magic barrier spell, it slammed into all of the changelings and sent them flying for miles, many dying immediately on impact with the ground they flew to and most others dying afterward of starvation. If only she was more empathetic to the other (now current) race, then perhaps they would have lived...

But, she gasped when she realized that this was her chance to make up for her misdeeds! This was why she was chosen to become a servant to the Queen, so that she may pay for her crimes and help protect the Queen if any of those evil ponies were to try to harm her!

Er-wait, no, she would be too busy sitting around with her massive belly full of her Queen’s brood to help... Well, that brood would certainly be useful if any invaders were to come! Having tens, hundreds, thousands of other changelings would certainly help her amazing Queen defeat the horrible princess of Equestria!

But they would have to be birthed... not that was a huge issue, given her Queen’s immense ‘productiveness’, but dozens upon dozens of eggs pouring out of her... That idea just tingled her in all the right places; not just would it benefit the hive, but feeling that much pleasure would be amazing, and that’s all she should be worried about--broodmares weren’t needed for the intellect, after all.

Wait, no... she had intellect, she had a mind of her own, outside of pure devotion to the hive and its Queen... She knew the changelings were only forced out of Equestria because the wellbeing of all ponies depended on it, and them almost being killed was an accident, wasn’t it?

‘Maybe, but the ponies didn’t care about it afterward,’ She thought, angry at that part of her that still viewed the chaotic and controlling ponies as good and peaceful. ‘They just left them all for dead without a second thought.’

‘How were we supposed to know about that?’ That stupid pony part of her spoke up, ‘And how could we have possibly helped them? There’s no way they would accept help from those that almost killed them!’

‘We didn’t even try!’ She shouted back, suppressing those terribly moronic thoughts. ‘I thought ponies were supposed to be ungodly optimistic and you all just left them for dead because you assumed that they wouldn’t accept any help!?’ She huffed a bit, anger showing now in her physical mien. ‘You disgust me.’

With more focus onto her physical being, she then realized that resting on her tender belly like that was a bit painful, and so she pushed herself up into a sitting position, unintentionally grinding her crotch into the hard rock below, forcing an abrupt moan out from her lips as she remembered just how wet she was.

“Having fun there, Twilight?” An imposing and regal voice suddenly asked from behind her.

“Eep!” The changeling Twilight Sparkle cried, quickly whipping around, only for the weight of her massive belly to throw off her balance and make her tumble onto her side. A deep chuckle came from above, making her shake her head to clear it and look up to see...

“My Queen!” She shouted when the large form of Queen Chrysalis herself came into view, an amused smirk on her dark face.

That smirk turned into a pleased smile when she stuck her tongue out to taste the love coming from her broodmare. That love wouldn’t remain this rich for too long, as when the little ‘ling gets fucked into mindless depravity, her simple mind will be unable to produce any true love, despite the utter devotion she would have for her ruler.

As the tall creature opened her mouth to better feast on the love of her subordinate, another invisible and palpable flavour made itself known to the smaller changeling, making her shudder in lustful anticipation as she subconsciously looked down to the area between her Queen’s hind legs, and although nothing could really be seen there, she still started emitting a potent sensual taste into her emotional feast.

“It is good that you enjoy even the preamble this much, little one,” Chrysalis spoke with a now even face, “As given how long I have gone without breeding, your excessive fluids may be necessary to allow all of my eggs to be stuffed inside your womb.” Her deep, strident voice carried with it an air of power and majesty, making her subject innately wish to serve her, and the words she spoke make the subject shiver with lustful anticipation.

“O-of course, my Queen,” Twilight replied, shaking in submission as she again pushed herself into a sitting position, still woefully smaller than the Great and Powerful changeling before her.

‘Wait...’ She thought at that, inwardly looking at herself weirdly for a moment, before shaking it off to focus on listening to her orders.

“Now, I suppose you are here for a reason,” The royal stated, her commanding voice always seeming to send shivers down her subordinate’s spine. “Tell me what it is.”

The once-pony got a bit confused at that, as the one that had caused her pregnancy and the events thereby should know about everything that had happened to her. “Um, I thought you’d know by now...”

“I do,” Chrysalis said flatly, “But you shouldn’t care. You are my subject, and you do as I wish.”

‘Ohh... sweet Cele--no, Chrysalis, that level of submission is doing things to me...’ Twilight moaned mentally, and then resigned to her order. “I... wanted to know why you did this to me...” She responded, gulping down some fear at her Queen’s cold expression, “T-the pregnancy, a-and the transformation... and why I can’t c-cum...” The embarrassment of saying that word was enough to bring her attention to the flaming green heat on her cheeks, no doubt caused by the immense pleasure she has been feeling all this time.

“And you know why now, don’t you?” The larger changeling said as more of a statement than a question.

A nod came from her subject before she explained, “Y-yeah. Y-you needed somepony to help you m-make more changelings after... y-y-you know...” Her shame and guilt at the implication did not go unnoticed, though her superior’s look still wanted more. “A-and you wanted me because I-I was the one that hurt your changelings the most... A-and so now, the ponies can’t hurt you anymore...!”

“That’s correct,” The cold response came, Chrysalis’s imposing form starting to trot slowly around her subject. “But there is more I wish to do because of my changeling’s demise...” A look of grief showed through her tough exterior for a moment, but then it was back to complete dominance, “Specifically, involving you.”

“O-oh?” Twilight sputtered fearfully as she tried to follow her Queen with her eyes as she went behind her. “W-what do you mean?”

A deep, dark laugh escaped the large, imposing Queen, a malicious smirk on her face when she came back into her subject’s view. “I can’t just turn you into a broodmare and absolve your crimes, no...” She said, finally stopping in front of the smaller mare, who shook under the harsh expression of her superior. “You shall pay for what you have done.”

All of a sudden, the broodmare was thrown onto her back and unable to gather her faculties before a hoof was pressed against her slick and blazing lower lips, making her gasp and falter in her attempts to regain any sense of control. The hard surface of the hoof slowly moved up and down her labia, oh-so-slightly pressing into it and forcing uncontrolled moans from her throat as she quickly flew towards climax...

Before the hoof was lifted away, leaving her incredibly unsatisfied with a burning, almost painful pussy and heftier breaths than even during her time in the desert.

“That was far too quick, you pathetic twat,” Queen Chrysalis insulted, her leer hardly visible though her subject’s blurred vision. “As much as pleasure is your job, I need you to be more than just a writhing pile of pussy.”

Twilight couldn’t respond to that--at first, because of her exhaustion from the teasing, but then, it was because the teasing returned, and abrupt moan bursting forth from her mouth as she shook on the floor, her snatch winking and pulsing wildly as it tried to get more pleasure from the large black hoof pressing into it, to no avail.

And then at the precipice of orgasm, the source of pleasure was pulled away, another crude remark coming with it; “If you’re so eager for orgasm, why aren’t you trying to get there yourself?”

The little changeling quickly realized how foolish she was! Why would she need someone else to pleasure her; she has gotten herself of many times before now, after all. However, when she tried to lift her forelegs off the floor, they felt unmovable--not just from exhaustion, but like something was holding them there.

“Ah, that’s right,” The deep royal voice came from above to taunt her again, “I am your Queen, and you cannot do anything without me allowing it.”

Right, of course, the Queen’s magic. Her royally powerful magic that has somehow held onto its strength after all this time battered and beaten, only to hold this little ‘ling to the floor to show her who’s boss.

“The only reason you’re getting this special treatment is because I have noling else to breed right now,” Chrysalis said, somehow able to notice the increase in marejuice deluging from her subject. “I have been rather pent up, after all, so consider this your lucky day.”

No more could Twilight wallow in guilt about harming her current ruler before the masculine musk that floated at the edge of her perception burst to the forefront, its newfound strength fogging her mind and leaving her writhing against the floor with unabashed moans echoing all through the room.

A meaty smack hit at her plump belly, forcing a loud gasp from the broodmare and leaving her breathless as she felt what was soon to pump her full of eggs rest on top of her with its immense weight and massive girth. Incredible heat could quickly be felt blazing from it and into her own body, flooding her mind with thoughts of her one purpose now; to be bred by that huge, beautiful rod and stuffed full of eggs from the hefty balls hanging below.

“I suppose I should not just why I’ve purposely stopped myself from making you orgasm,” Chrysalis said nonchalantly, as though she had just thought about it. “You obviously haven’t been able to cum before, but now that you are in my presence, breathing in my pheromones, you are now able to.” She slowly humped her subordinate’s inflated barrel, admiring the way the smooth and slightly indented texture from the eggs inside felt along her stallionhood, and also explained, “The reason why is so that when I am breeding someling, they can still orgasm, but when they are away, they are then driven back to me.

“Now then,” The Queen said while pulled her weighty shaft back along her subjects’ belly for several seconds, drawing it out to fully impart its immense size onto the smaller changeling below her. “While I do wish for some pleasure of my own, your punishment is still not over. So,” She let go of her broodmare’s forelegs and grabbed her head with her green magic, yanking her up and pulling her so far forward that she flipped onto her belly, leaving her head just before the huge stallionhood between the other’s legs, “As the crude ponies say, ‘Suck it.’”

Twilight was left more breathless at her belly being smacked into the ground, but heaved some breaths in an out before looking up and finally seeing it; her Queen’s cock.

It was so incredibly large, even bigger than the one she had when she first impregnated her, and its tremendous weight forced it to curve downwards even with the amount of blood flowing through it that would generally leave it fully erect. Its colours were of the bright green and dark black that were so ubiquitous in the hive, the main shaft seeming to glow with its vibrant colour while the dark sheath shimmered slightly from the sweat that had formed there due to the torrid air around them.

Of course, that was not to discount the balls, as they too enraptured the little changeling’s mind. Their enormous, medicine ball-like size and weight left them slightly squeezed between the Queen’s hind legs, even despite how they hung half way down the thighs. Their slick black surface glimmered with more sweat than the shaft above and was slightly hazy due to the thick musk visible around them, both effects telling of the incredible heat given off by the bulbous balls, swollen as they were with oceans of cum.

“Well?” The hugely hung royal teased, wiggling her cock back and forth a bit, its mass leaving it swaying past when its owner stopped while the balls below jiggled and wobbled, smacking wetly against the large thighs they hung between.

No longer could Twilight’s shock and awe keep her unmoving, her lust being so great that she couldn’t help but throw herself at the stallionhood, grasping its girth with her forelegs while she slobbered her tongue all over its flare. She felt the blazing heat of it against her body, and immediately wanted it inside of her, even though it wouldn’t be the ideal orifice for it just yet because of her Queen’s command.

She opened wide her maw, finding it going far wider than she was used to as a pony, and quickly moved forward to stuff it with the massive glowing cock before her. Past her lips the flare went before plunging into her throat, the former’s heat felt nearly scorching to the latter’s tight grip, the odd pain/pleasure forcing the broodmare to grasp harder on the shaft to push it harder down into her esophagus.

Unfortunately, the little changeling could not take it even to the medial ring before her throat got too tight for the immense girth stuffed down it, the realization shaming her and disappointing her ruler.

Chrysalis sighed and said with some irritation, “What good are you as a broodmare if you can’t even take my cock into your mouth?” She shook her head and gripped the shamed subject’s head with her magic and remarked, “Guess I’ll just have to make you then.” She then yanked the head down, quickly forcing about twice as much of her shaft into the tight tunnel, going nearly up to the sheath now.

Even without her pony-self’s gag reflex, the huge, girthy pole stuffed into Twilight’s throat didn’t feel like it should be there. It may have been because of her knowledge of how sex worked, even despite having something similar happen to her before (by the same creature, no less!) or, it may have been that it was cutting off her air flow. With that rock-hard rod filling the entire width of her throat and stretching into into a tight covering around it, air couldn’t make its way past, forcing the mare herself into a writhing mess as she tried to use her throat muscles to expel their clog and grip onto the slick sheath still sticking out with her forehooves, but to no avail.

The Queen could hardly care for her subject’s suffocation; changelings were more resilient than those stupid ponies, after all--and, she could hardly deny how good it felt for the filled maw to be tightening so frantically on her length like that while shaking hooves rubbed at the part of her maremeat that remained outside. Those movements could not last, however, as she pushed harder on the the smaller changeling’s head while shoving her own hips forward, her sheath sliding forward and hitting a pair of lips wrapped tightly around her cock before popping inside.

Now, stretching her broodmare’s mouth to its limit, the massively-endowed royal managed to shove her entire shaft down that puny throat, its clenching hardly wavering, but the hooves that once rubbed at her sheath now were dormant. Looking down below her, the large mare could see just how little functionality the bitch had become at this time, what with her body nearly limp but for the occasional twitch of a hoof or clench of her throat.

Chrysalis laughed at the amusing display, though she felt it could give some more pleasure, and thus magically grabbed hold of the once-pony’s forelegs and wrapped them around her own gigantic ballsack, the feeling of that light touch against it forcing a pleasure sigh from her throat. She used her magic to move the forelegs around a bit, simulating the mare fondling and groping at her nuts, making her bite her lip in the pleasure that came thereby.

She then pulled back oh-so-slowly, drawing out the massive, slobber-covered shaft’s exfiltration until her sheath shlurped back out, an instant of air pushing its way it and pulling the tiny changeling down there from whatever half-conscious state she was in. She seemed to quickly realize how the cock was leaving her throat and her forelegs were rubbing along her Queen’s balls as she seemed eager to make them both feel more pleasure, if her wild throat-clenches or forelegs pulling on her magic was any indication.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” The ruler teased, leering at her subject with a salacious expression, even though it couldn’t be seen. “I was just getting ready to face-fuck you until you pass out, though some added pleasure from your mouth and hooves wouldn’t hurt.”

While that wasn’t what Twilight was intending to do, as she only wanted to dislodge the shaft and pull away from the nuts, but she couldn’t find it herself to stop and pleasure she could feel giving to her Queen made her question why she ever wanted to stop. Because of that, when the green magic disappeared around her forelegs, she took control of them and gripped tightly onto the huge black orbs to better grope and massage them, and meanwhile, her throat clenches became less frantic and more purposeful with slower motions so that they could be savoured more by the other mare.

“Ohh... you are surprisingly good at this for such a virgin...” Chrysalis moaned, having to pause her movements to get control of herself before she could resume pulling out. The maw of her subject, while coated in saliva and precum, was still too tight and madly spasming for her to pull out quickly enough to truly rut. However, she sought to remedy that.

The small broodmare was relishing in how amazing her Queen’s cock felt stuffed into her throat, even as it was slowly pulled out to its medial ring, the pleasure too great for her to realize what was happening before the vibrant green pole got shoved back in to its base. The burning suffocation came back to her, though now she would not give in to it, for the pleasure of her ruler was the only thing that mattered to her now, and so even while she felt the cock’s blazing warmth and the thick precum spurting from it deeper into her esophagus while her hooves explored the massive girth of the pent-up balls connected to it, her only purpose for drawing the pleasure out was to satisfy the one creature who’s wishes actually mattered to her.

“Ah, now you realize...” The dominant changeling muttered, savouring the tight grip on her shaft for a moment before pulling back again, “What you were made for!” She thrusted back in, the sensations from the previous time--the hot, tight tunnel surrounding her cock, the rubbing against her swollen balls, and the emotional resolve of the other mare to resist failing--they became stronger, and she couldn’t help but laugh at her victory at turning the one being that had ruined so much of so many into her personal bitch.

Chrysalis’s cackle quickly turned into a moan as she turned her individual thrusts into a continuous rhythm, pulling out with a wet shurlp and shoving back in, now with enough force to make a plap sound as her hips contacted her broodmare’s muzzle. Her balls, though, were still held in place by the black forelegs wrapped around and continuing to pleasure them even in the midst of their owner’s extraordinary ecstasy.

More moans escaped the Queen’s lips as she hastened her pace, the noises of her intercourse becoming louder as well while the mare below lay limp but for the wild ministrations of her throat and hooves, all of her will being poured into pleasuring her ruler and wishing so desperately that she would get the gallons of delectable cum injected into her stomach.

However, the tall changeling had other plans. One moment she was thrusting quickly, moaning and muttering in pleasure while her groin smacked loudly again and again against her subject’s face, and the next, she was completely stopped, her face a mask of effort as though attempting to hold back her orgasm as she remained firmly planted in place, her cock stuffed all the way into the smaller creature’s maw.

“You are... far too pleasurable in this position... my little broodmare...” Chrysalis panted out before deftly hauling her entire shaft from said broodmare’s throat, leaving it hanging there in the air, rock hard and covered in slobber and slimy green precum. “I’d rather not waste this prodigious load in your stomach, after all...”

Twilight then realized her fault; while she was to provide pleasure for her Queen, she was a broodmare first and foremost, and impregnation should come before pleasure, and with this amount of semen, she most assuredly did not want to waste it.

“Mmm-hm...” The mare mumbled in assent as her exhausted body flopped to the ground, though she was reminded again of her status when she felt her belly hit the ground first, shocking her with some pain and submissive pleasure.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t hurt those eggs,” The royal tutted, grabbing the bliss-struck mare with her magic and flipping her over so that she hovered above the ground face-up with her drenched snatch facing the other’s stallionhood. “While they may be rather resilient, my children are still in there. And,” She continued as she moved forward to stand above the smaller changeling, “They usually don’t take this long to grow; that’s only because of how weak I currently am.”

‘W-w-weak...?’ The broodmare’s lust-addled mind thought in bewilderment, ‘H-how many eggs w-would she make if s-she was s-strong?!’

Twilight couldn’t think any more on that subject before her body was pulled back and the huge cock that was hanging under her superior was shoved forward, quickly penetrating her all the way to the medial ring. The small mare was left breathless at the insane pleasure, unable to even moan or wriggle in the magic of her powerful (yet still somehow ‘weak’) Queen, who herself was biting her lip and closing her eyes as she savoured the blazing, slick, and velvety grip on her massive shaft.

However, the vaginal tunnel wasn’t as tight as the oral one--likely a side affect of its rutting months before--and thus allowed the girthy pole to easily delve further and further into it, a lewd shlllurp accompanying it to the base, only being broken by a quick pop as the sheath entered and capped off by a quiet plap when the two groins finally contacted.

“Mmmm...” Chrysalis moaned as her gigantic stallionhood throbbed with power, the snatch it was gripped by pressing on it with its own heat from all sides and reciprocating the pleasure that was brought onto it. When the large changeling reopened her eyes, she immediately saw the squirming bitch impaled on her shaft, unable to express any emotion beyond the mind-melting bliss she was drowned in.

“Oh, by the way,” The tall mare said, just remembering another factoid about changeling intercourse, “If you’re wondering why that went in so easily when it took a lot more effort the last time I bred you,” She laughed a bit maliciously and gave a small thrust of her hips, watching the broodmare writhe even more at the pleasure, “It’s because your cervix is a lot weaker.”

The Queen then yanked out her cock, feeling the faint pull of the aforementioned cervix on her flare for but a moment before the rest of the retreat left it just inside the tiny changeling’s pussy. She could feel her huge balls moving this time as she pulled back, their immense weight being thrown back from resting partially against the previously purple plot and then slapping into her own thighs with a light smack.

A new rhythm quickly spawned in this new position with no real pressure stopping this one, the large black royal’s thrust going from flare to hilt and back again in hardly more than a second, and getting faster! The large cavern of the hive’s nursery was filled with lewd squelches of pistoning motions and plaps of hips and balls slapping, faint whimpers of the fleshlight/broodmare and lip-bitten moans of the breeder hardly heard underneath it all.

The smaller changeling was likely orgasming from the moment the cock popped into her--her pleasure was too great to tell, though more may be said about the juices cumming from her pussy; that huge rod that plunged repeatedly into her deepest depths came out covered in a gooey gossamer sheen, its own precum and the marecum of her subject spread all over it and stretched lewdly between it a large splattering on the broodmare’s crotch.

A heat and tension in Chrysalis’s loins started to make itself known as she accelerated her pace--a full cycle every three-quarter’s second now--the pleasure finally having a noticeable impact on her as her moans became louder and more unabashed, though they still went eclipsed by the shlurps and plaps of her intercourse.

Stronger and more prevalent the blazing pressure became, accompanied by the strain of her legs’ movements and the sting of her balls’ slapping to push her pleasure to its peak, a determined grin growing on her face as she readied herself to finally breed the little bitch that had so thoroughly ruined her before. She could only express that much due to her amount of practice in this discipline, though the bliss still got to her under the surface, preventing her from thrusting any faster than once per half-second...

At least, for the few seconds it took before a resounding, final PLAP echoed through the room as the hung changeling hilted herself in her broodmare and remained there, a loud, lewd moan bursting forth from her lips and past her hanging tongue, the pent-up seed finally finding its escape. The massive black balls that rest so firmly onto the other’s black posterior clenching and shooting gallons of spunk through the massive cum cannon lodged in the writhing mare’s snatch and into said mare’s already-inflated womb, mixing with the whiter mixture and larger eggs to blow up her belly like a balloon.

The Queen’s exhaustion made her let go of her charge’s body, though it remained firmly impaled onto her glorious stallionhood even while it injected steaming hot loads of changeling goop into the little broodmare, making her belly quickly press against her ruler’s and push them apart.

Chrysalis found it within her orgasming self to look down at the mess of a mare she made below her, the inflating belly glowing a bright green and pressing into her own barrel with all the cum already stuffed into it. More was still coming, though, making the smaller changeling’s belly distend with its weight and drag her downwards, her ruler’s still erect cock being pulled down with it.

Eventually, after several minutes, it did come to a conclusion; the royal panting from her orgasm while her subject was so inflated and the shaft she was impaled on angled down so far down, that when it started to soften--thus pulling back and relieving some pressure on the overworked pussy--she began to slip down it. The larger mare felt this and backed up to fully let the broodmare slide off of her cock with a wet shliiii-pop! when it eventually came free, letting her body land on the floor below and green goo pour out from her snatch.

At this point, Twilight’s belly had expanded from the volleyball it once was and into the size of a modestly-sized beachball, though the fluid inside’s mass distorted it like a water balloon. That was rather good for the eggs’ survival, though, as the large amount of fluid they were surrounded by would dampen any pressure applied from the outside, and given changelings’ incredibly stretchy bellies, there would be a negligible chance of it popping.

The changeling queen soon gathered enough breath to start laughing, her entire body soon shaking with it. “And with that...” She said, exhaustion clear in her voice, “I have won.” She stepped back further to getter a better view of her bulbous broodmare, the flaccid cock hanging between her hind legs swaying with each of her steps. “It’s a wonder how that empire remained there for so long if this is all it took to break one of its ‘heroes’,” She said, recalling the pathetically few steps she had to take to get where she was then.

“And,” She continued, “Given this fool’s standing amongst those absurd ponies and their leaders, it will not be too difficult to topple that supposed ‘utopia’ they have hidden in.”

“Oh, are you done, Queen-Mother?” A quiet voice suddenly asked.

Chrysalis quickly looked towards the room’s entrance to see the hive’s remaining nurse standing there timidly. “Of course, Nurse,” She quipped, “Why else would I be calling out my victory as such?”

The nurse didn’t seem to know what to say to that, so she instead trotted forward towards the inflated changeling, a slight amount of surprise visible on her face. “I’ll take care of her,” She spoke tenderly as she tended to the broodmare.

The Queen merely smirked as she trotted off to her personal chambers, muttering maliciously under her breath, “You shall not last much longer, Equestria. You will pay for what you have done to us.”

Author's Note

I should note the differences between what Twilight and the Nurse call Chrysalis; the latter says ‘Queen-Mother’ as Chrysalis is both to her, though Twilight’s submission and non-relation to the Queen has her say ‘My Queen’.