Author's Note

Captured by changelings, you are brought before their queen, who makes you an offer you can't refuse.
Character(s): Queen Chrysalis
Tags: Anthro, Male x Female, Femdom, Non-Consensual, Lactation, Nursing Handjob
Derpibooru ID: 2706336

Prisoner of Love

“Well, well, well...what delectable little morsel have my drones brought for me today? A pony? And not just a pony, a ripe, young stallion! Hmm...as much as I enjoy the sweet, sensual flavor of a little mare, I've always found the strong, potent taste of a stallion much more...filling. I shall have to reward my scouts for capturing such a fine specimen for me.

Oh? Shaking already? But we've only just begun! I know you're not cold. My drones might have taken your clothes, but even a feeble little pony like you couldn't possibly shiver in the warmth of my hive. Are you afraid perhaps? Quaking in fear? I'm not surprised. Not many of you pathetic creatures are ever gifted with a glimpse of Chrysalis, queen of the changelings, and allowed to live to speak of it. Yes, my little morsel, the very same changelings that laid siege to Canterlot, the same changelings that nearly had every mare, stallion and foal in your pitiful country on their knees. Why, I myself led the charge; I myself struck down your precious princess in full view of her entire court. I hope this clarifies the situation you have found yourself in.”

*Sniffing*

“Ahhhh....there it is. I can smell your fear, and what's more...I can smell your love. I can smell your lust. Don't try to deny it. You can't hide the contents of your puny little heart from me any more than you can hide that stiffening shaft between your legs, or that lecherous gaze you've had fixed on me since you were brought in here. Tell me, do you like what you see? Do you enjoy the honor of being able to gaze upon my perfect form? No need to answer; it's written all over your face.

Fufufu...forgive my teasing. I always enjoy playing with my food before I eat. Oh, don't be afraid, little morsel; I'm not going to kill you. In fact, I believe you'll find your stay here in my hive to be quite pleasurable. You see, my changelings and I do indeed feast upon you puny little ponies, but I am not interested in your flesh...at least, not in that way. No, what I desire...is that burning heat between your legs, the pounding of your heart in your chest, and all of those savory, sinful thoughts you're trying to force from your mind. Those are my bread and butter, and from the looks of you, I believe I shall be eating well tonight.

Awww...still confused? Don't fret. Everything will be made very clear soon enough. For now though, all you need to understand is that you belong to me now. Whatever life you might have had before you were unfortunate enough to cross paths with my drones...is over. Now begins your new life...as my little love slave. Oh, don't be disheartened. In time, you'll come to enjoy being my plaything...everyone does.

It may seem cruel to you, but trust me, I am no sadist. I do not feed on fear and suffering after all. You might find this hard to believe, but I would much prefer your puny little head to be full of much warmer, gentler, loving feelings than that. That being said...I am more than capable of making your sad little existence one of misery and excruciating torment should I wish. I could have you at my feet, writhing in ecstasy...or in agony.

The choice...is up to you. You can fight me, resist me, make pointless shows of defiance...but I would not recommend this. I have no time to waste on meager prey. Should you choose to fill your heart with anger and hatred...then I will suck every last drop of love out of you all at once, drain you dry, then throw your shriveled husk of a body into the wastes for the buzzards to peck at. Of course, it doesn't have to come to this. There is a much more...mutually beneficial way our relationship could play out.

Instead, you could choose to submit, submit to my hive, and submit to me. Pledge yourself to me, give me your body, your mind, and your heart...and I will ensure that you never regret it. I shall grant you pleasure the likes of which your puny little mind could not begin to imagine. I shall drive you to the highest heights of love...and to the deepest depths of lust. I shall ensure that not a single day in the remainder of your short, fragile life goes by where your mind is not wracked with indescribable ecstasy.

All you have to do...is say yes. Say yes...and I will give you everything you desire...and more. Let me hear you say it. Let me hear you say...'yes, my queen'.

Excellent.

Now, my little morsel, we can begin the feast. Oh, do not fear. As I said, I only desire your pleasure...and your love. And...I believe I have something that you will love very much. Your lustful eyes have been drinking in my body, but perhaps your thirsty lips would like a taste as well. Would you like that? Would you like to taste your queen's breasts? Would you like to feel these big, soft, warm tits all over your cute little face? Would you like to take my stiff, aching nipples between your lips...and taste my nectar?

I thought so.

Crawl to me. Crawl your way over to me, my little morsel. Yes, that's it. Come to me. Now, lie beside me. Let me take your little head in my arms and bring you to my chest. Oh, you're an eager one, aren't you? Mmmmph...that's it. Drink deep; your queen commands you! Yes...yes! Drink down every drop. Fill your belly.

Oh, I can see you're beginning to feel the effects. No weak, thin mare's milk is this. This thick, delicious elixir is my royal nectar, the milk of the queen, sure to light a fire in the body of a little pony like you, and keep your mind drenched in lust. Soon enough, you'll be addicted; you'll be addicted to me, addicted to my body, but as long as you behave, as long as you keep thinking those sweet, loving thoughts, I'll make sure you're never left wanting.

Oh dear, look at that. You're throbbing. Are you enjoying yourself that much? Do my queenly tits taste so good that you feel the need to thrust your little hips? If they feel that good in your mouth, imagine how they'd feel wrapped around this big, handsome cock of yours. Ha! I saw that twitch! You really are imagining that, aren't you? Yes...I can feel it. I can smell the musk of your dirty little thoughts. You just want to grab these breasts, ram your cock between them, and fuck them raw, don't you? Well, if you behave, if you be a good little love slave for your queen, then I might just let you live out that fantasy some day.

No! Don't touch yourself! I can't have you wasting your bounty prematurely. No, I have to let you simmer, let you stew. I have to keep you right on the edge until just the right moment when your love is ripe and ready for me. So go on, keep suckling...while I tend to your aching flesh.

Mmmm...does my hand feel that good wrapped around you, squeezing your thick, twitching shaft? If you're moaning now, let's see what you do when I start moving. Fufufu...music to my ears. Just keep drinking, my little morsel; keep drinking...and feel my hand moving up and down, up and down, slow and steady. Good...good. I can feel your love growing stronger, feel it building up within you. Just relax, let the pleasure wash over you, and let your mind wander.

I hope you can see that you made the right choice in submitting to me. As my little slave, you will have this pleasure every day...this pleasure and more. I use my hand now, but if you earn it, I will milk you of your love with every other part of my body as well. My soft, plump breasts...my hot, wet mouth...my thick, pillowy thighs...my tender little toes...even my pussy. Yes...if you impress me, if you obey me, if you can feed me and my children in the years to come, then I may once day grant you the right to fuck my tight little snatch. Imagine that...imagine sliding into the tightest, wettest, hottest cunt in the world. With my changeling magic, I can fit myself perfectly to your cock and give you the perfect lock to your key. How could a mare ever compete?

Oh, you're getting closer now! Why don't I speed things up a little? There...a nice fast pace to push you to the edge. You're almost there, but you're not allowed to finish until I let you. You're not allowed to finish until that fat, juicy wad of love I feel inside you is ready to burst! Not yet...not quite yet. Oh...it's almost ready. My mouth is watering just thinking about it! Just...a few more moments...a few more seconds. Are you ready, my little morsel? Are you ready to give me every ounce of hot, sticky love you have? Count with me.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Now! Cum for me! Cum for your queen!”

*Heavy breathing*

“Oh...oh, my little morsel...well done. Your love...is invigorating. It's...it's been a long time since I've tasted such raw, primal love from a stallion. I think I'm going to be sampling you on a regular basis. But...no more today; you need your rest. I wouldn't want to wear you out too quickly. I'll have my drones take you to your own little chamber where you can recuperate...until I desire to taste you again. Oh, but don't worry; you won't be lonely. I have plenty of young, busty daughters that need to feed as well, and I'm certain all five hundred eighty-three of them will want to get a taste of you.

Welcome to the hive, my little morsel.”