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by Black Butterfly

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Sex, Fetish, Queen Chrysalis, Violence, Narcotics, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 1958

Twilight Sparkle turned into a broodmare by Queen Chrysalis

Princess Twilight Sparkle finds herself in a dire situation - imprisoned by the nefarious Queen Chrysalis and conditioned into a broodmare by an extensive oviposition session that draws out over several days. Welcome to the dark side of the BoC-Verse.

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Published 2023-11-21 19:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-11-21 19:00:00 UTC

Eggs

Darkness. That was the first thing Twilight Sparkle became aware of as she slowly rose from unconsciousness. Deep, consuming darkness.

Twilight reached out with her magic to conjure a light, only to gasp as her horn sparked weakly. Her powers were dampened. That's when the sense of unease set in.

Where was she? Why couldn't she use her magic? Twilight did her best to ignore the panic rising in her chest as she felt along the rough stone wall beside her. This was no friendly cavern. Her memories returned. She felt so drained because there was no love left inside of her.

As her eyes adjusted, faint light from above revealed slim bars crisscrossing the ceiling. A prison, then. But imprisoned by whom? Twilight peered through the bars, more of her memories welled up. She had been drained, again and again.

That's when a hauntingly familiar buzzing laughter echoed down the hallway. With a flare of green magic, Queen Chrysalis appeared, silhouetted against the glow of her hive.

"Awake again, my little sweetling?" the changeling ruler cooed. "Let’s see if there’s still some resistance left ..."

Princess Twilight Sparkle, the very embodiment of friendship and love, now broken and submissive under her power. It was a testament to her dominance as the Queen of Changelings.

"My little morsel," Chrysalis purred, her voice dripping with malicious delight. "Princess Twilight Sparkle, reduced to nothing but a broken toy for the Queen to play with. How utterly pathetic."

She opened the prison cell and circled the princess, her crooked horn glowing with dark magic. Her gaze was filled with a mix of hunger and malevolence as she observed her captive's trembling form. Chrysalis reveled in the power she held over her, relishing in the taste of her fear.

"Tell me, Princess, do you finally understand your place?" Chrysalis taunted, her voice laced with cruel amusement. "You were always so full of righteousness and love, but now, you're nothing more than a vessel for my desires. Your love sustains me, fuels me, and soon, it will be all you know. Now I ask you the same question as I did yesterday and the days before… Do you know your place?"

Twilight Sparkle's eyes were filled with a mix of fear and resignation. She knew there was no escape from Chrysalis's clutches, no hope of rescue. She was completely at the mercy of the sadistic Queen, and she could only wonder what new torment awaited her.

She didn't dare to look Chrysalis in the eyes, she simply sighed with a hoarse voice. "You've taken everything from me... so yes, I know my place. I am yours." She whimpered and trembled before Chrysalis.

Chrysalis's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Princess Twilight Sparkle bow before her, a broken and submissive figure. The taste of victory was sweet on her tongue, knowing that she had reduced the once mighty princess to a mere plaything, willing to offer herself to the Queen's desires.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," Chrysalis chuckled darkly, her voice filled with a mix of triumph and sadistic pleasure. "You finally understand your worth, don't you, my dear Princess? You're nothing more than a source of food and a vessel, a host for my brood..."

She approached Twilight, her chitinous hooves click-clacking against the stone floor, and with a holed hoof, she lifted the princess's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. Chrysalis's eyes burned with a mixture of dominance and hunger as she stared into Twilight's submissive eyes.

"You will be of use to me, Twilight Sparkle, in ways you can't even fathom," Chrysalis hissed, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Your purpose will be to bear my changeling offspring. You will carry my eggs within you, nurturing them, and ultimately giving birth to a new generation of loyal subjects."

She relished in the power she held over the broken princess, knowing that her desires would be fulfilled without hesitation. Chrysalis's magic surged through her crooked horn, enveloping Twilight in a green aura, as she prepared to begin the transformation of the once proud princess into a breeding vessel.

"Now, my dear broodmare, prepare yourself," Chrysalis whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Your purpose is about to be fulfilled, and I will take great pleasure in watching you succumb to your new role."

Twilight's expression was weary with fatigue. The long days and nights of captivity had taken their toll, her amethyst eyes were laced with an emerald sheen, yet her heart was pounding, her body poisoned with lust by the Queen, "Yes, please, I surrender, I don't know anything anymore. I'm... lost" She stood up and flicked her tail, her marehood glistening with anticipation. She'd been fed with the Queen's intoxicating nectar for days so her body wants nothing more than to be claimed by her Queen.

Chrysalis's lips curled into a wicked grin as she observed Twilight's compliance and eagerness. The broken princess, now willing to embrace her role as a broodmare, was a sight that fueled her sadistic desires. The scent of Twilight's arousal filled the air, mingling with the musky aroma of the prison cell.

"Very well, my dear sweetling. Show me just how devoted you are," Chrysalis murmured, her voice laced with a mix of anticipation and dominance. She closed the distance between them.

Without hesitation, Chrysalis used her shape-shifting abilities to reveal her ovipositor. It emerged from what one might consider her marehood, the veiny organ bounced softly below her green underbelly.

"Come closer, Twilight," Chrysalis commanded, her voice a seductive whisper. "Submit yourself to me and fulfill your purpose."

The broken princess complied, stepping closer to Chrysalis, her body trembling with need. As Twilight offered herself, her marehood slick with desire, the Queen's ovipositor throbbed, its alien tip that reminded of folded flower petals glistening with a mixture of her own arousal and the nectar she had force-fed to Twilight the days before. Emerald magic enveloped them both, creating an intimate connection as their bodies intertwined. With a slow, deliberate motion, she guided her eggspitter towards Twilight's trembling entrance, teasing the slick, lavender folds with the folded tip.

"Oh, Twilight, such a willing doll you’ve become," Chrysalis hissed, her voice filled with wicked delight. "You were made for this, to carry my offspring deep within you."

And with a surge of power, Chrysalis began the process of oviposition, sliding the massive tool that put the average stallion to shame into Twilight's tight depths. The sensation was both invasive and pleasurable, a mix of pain and ecstasy that sent shivers down the pony’s spine.

As Chrysalis fully embraced her hunger for dominion, a sadistic grin lingered on her visage. With the uttermost sadistic glee, she leers down at Twilight a vision of wicked corruption that sends thrills of anticipation cascading through her being. She fucked the purple pony princess like a whore. Moments became minutes and then hours…

The days drenched in an amalgamation of desire and sinister longing, carry on beneath her brooding presence. The virtual hours wink away, each passing moment fueling her twisted ardor to an intoxicating crescendo, climaxing again and again. Time has lost all meaning.

With the precision of a diligently lurking predator, Chrysalis orchestrates the symphony of forbidden pleasure that awaited her broodmare. Her burgeoning ovipositor quivered with an unholy vitality, pulsating and offering a sinister allure destined to claim Twilight’s essence. There were pauses so Chrysalis could rest but the breeding process needs time.

Day by day, she delves deeper into Twilight’s intimate realm, exploring the intricacies of her innermost sanctum with relentless curiosity. Her ovipositor writhes and undulates in a perverted display, lubricated with her venomous arousal as she coaxes the former Princess’s body to yield to her parasitic hunger.

She revels in the sensory feast that her ovipositor provides, gradually stretching Twilight’s body, slick and insidious, slipping past her trembling resistance to completely violate and blissfully invade the sanctity that is her core.

With every whispering entry, the sensation swells within Twilight mind, merging agony and unyielding pleasure into an intermingled tapestry of insatiable submission. The voracious throbbing of the Queen’s ovipositor paired with her wicked command upon her parasitic power tantalizes the mare’s nerve endings, leaving her simultaneously ache for fulfillment and fear of her tantalizing touch.

As Chrysalis methodically implants one egg after another within the deepest corners of Twilight’s conditioned womb, the transformation takes hold. Her essence pervades her very identity, insidiously asserting dominion over Twilight’s very existence.

Through an intricate symphony of pleasure and torment, Chrysalis bestows upon the pony an insidious gift, intertwining their destinies as her pony broodmare. With every egg she releases, the sensation of swollen fulfillment and unworldly ecstasy floods Twilight’s senses, rewriting the very fabric of Twilight’s reality.

"You are mine, now," Chrysalis whispers triumphantly, savoring the sweet taste of victory pulsating within her being. "Entwined in this prison of sinful delight, your submissive surrender fuels the grandeur of my reign. With every egg, I claim your soul, marking you as mine to manipulate, desire, and corrupt, erasing the memories of your friends and family."

She coaxes orgasmic shivers from deep within Twilight’s being, as her bloated form shudders with every ripple born of her imprisoned fulfillment. The ethereal connection between Changeling Queen and broodslut grows unbreakable, a vile dance usurping the former self that was Twilight Sparkle, plunging into an unimagined domain of perverse pleasure and surrender.

"Feel them, Twilight. Feel the weight of my offspring within you," Chrysalis whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You are mine, body and soul, forever bound to me and our progeny."

The days went on, changelings gathered to watch their Queen make Twilight her own, and Princess Twilight Sparkle had become nothing more than a vessel for Chrysalis's desires. The broodmare's purpose was fulfilled, and the Queen revelled in the knowledge that she had claimed the pony that once dared to ruin her perfect plan to wed Shining Armor.

As the echoes of perverted union reverberate through the hive, one can sense the envy and desire emanating from the curious changeling observers. Their eyes, filled with longing, bear witness to the raw power and pleasure that their Queen bestowed upon what used to be Princess Twilight Sparkle.

"Look upon me, my loyal subjects," Chrysalis commanded, her voice filled with a regal authority. "See the pleasure I bring, the ecstasy that only I can provide. Let it fuel your own desires, your hunger for submission and pleasure."

The changelings, unable to resist the allure of the coupling, approach cautiously, their eyes filled with both admiration and envy. They watch as their Queen’s ovipositor pulsates inside of the bloated pony princess, stretching and filling her to the brim, their own desires ignited by the explicit display.

"You see, my loyal subjects," Chrysalis purrs, her voice carrying a mix of pride and arrogance. "This is the pleasure that awaits those who serve me faithfully. Submit to me completely, and you too may experience the intoxicating euphoria that comes with claiming a pony’s body, love and soul."

And as the changeling watched, unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle unfolding before them, Chrysalis continued to ravage the broodmare relentlessly. The sound of bodies colliding, the wetness of our coupling, it serves as a symphony of desire that echoes through the hive, a testament to the power and dominance.

And with that Chrysalis let go of the broodmare. A drooling, bloated mess of a mare enslaved by unimaginable bliss and ecstasy, with a satisfied smile and transformed to mindlessly and blissfully serve the hive for as long as her body would last. Kj emde.

Author's Note

Kj Wexl prid kj Puʉmi owa éd owa forevermore