Carousel Boutique, Ponyville — Evening
Rarity was going through the motions of closing up shop for the day. She’d normally close later, but it was a holiday weekend and with the various fairs going on in Equestria’s major cities, anypony who wanted a dress was out of town. She trotted over to the street side window just to make sure there weren’t any last minute fashion emergencies.
A tumbleweed rolled down the street.
Sighing, she turned the lock and went back to her work. While she was examining the display items, a presence was examining her from the roof.
Chrysalis, former queen of the changelings, looked down from the vaulted ceiling. Shielded by the many drapes and cloaked in shadow, she waited in silence as her quarry walked right under her, blissfully unaware of what lurked in the shadows.
Soon enough, Rarity turned off the shop’s lights and went about her bedtime routines. Make dinner, eat dinner, talk to Sweetie Belle, clean while Sweetie takes care of herself, bathe, then go to bed. Chrysalis couldn’t care less about the runt, she snuck off to Rarity’s bedroom.
The lights flickered on and a yawn was heard before her target dropped into the bed she was hiding under with a soft thump! A twinkling sound of magic and the light switch flicking back off were the only other noises made as the mare settled into bed. Waiting, Chrysalis counted the minutes, listening for the telltale change of breathing that signified a pony falling asleep.
It started with movements, Rarity stopped shifting around. Then her breathing slowed as she neared the edge of sleep. More time passed until she heard it, measured breathing became sharp and automatic. A quick inhale, a hold of her breath, and a short burst from the mouth told Chrysalis that it was time.
Emerging from the shadows, the queen crawled out from under her prey’s bed and allowed her joints to crack. Crick crick crick, CRACK! She turned her head one-hundred-eighty degrees to look back at the sleeping pony. Below and behind lay Rarity, with a sleeping mask and headphones on to block out anything that may disrupt her beauty sleep.
“It’s almost too easy.” Chrysalis thought to herself as she sneered, “I won’t even have to conceal my magic.” The room lit in a sickly green glow as her hole-ridden horn charged a spell. A burst of light was all it took to make the room completely soundproof. Another burst of light and the window curtains and door locks closed with a greater strength than if an earth pony personally held them shut.
The feeling that comes from hanging off a bed awoke Rarity. She jerked forward with a snort, only to realize she didn’t move. Trying again, she reached for her mask just to find that her forelegs were stuck. She didn’t panic. “It’s probably just sleep paralysis” she reasoned with herself. Testing her magic, she found she was able to grasp her mask. “How odd. Perhaps I tangled myself in the sheets?”
She gingerly lifted the mask, so as not to disturb her mane too much. Not that it helped as she found the room to be pitch black. “Ugh, it’s still night? How dreadful! I hope I’ll be able to fall back asleep.” She fumbled around the room with her magic, blindly looking for the switch. Her hornlight did little to aid her as it only lit her face in the otherwise void of a room. After a minute of searching, her brain finally kicked into gear, she wasn’t hanging off her bed, she was hanging off something else.
The lights suddenly flicked on, startling her. Somecreature else was there, but there was no creature in front of her. She tried to turn her head, only to find again she couldn’t move it. Her breathing picked up as she caught a faint tinge of green out of the corner of her eye. Looking as best she could, she saw that she was pinned to her wall by a gooey green resin.
Her eyes widened and she muttered to herself, “Oh no. Oh no no no no!”
A two-tone cackle pierced the room like lightning in a storm. “Hahahaha! Oh yes!” Up on the ceiling was Queen Chrysalis. Her hooves held her to the ceiling much like a spider while her head was twisted rightside up. Razor sharp fangs glistened in the light as the villain cackled more. “Oh how I’ve waited for a moment like this.” She said as she licked her lips.
Rarity had been captured once by the changelings before, but she’d been taken in her sleep and podded before she ever woke up. A thought came to her. “Sweetie Belle. I have to warn her!”
Chrysalis seemed to read her mind as she sneered and said, “I recognize that look. Going to call for help, are you?” She released her hold and fell from the ceiling, landing gracefully on her feet like a cat while keeping her piercing gaze on the mare at all times. “Go ahead.”
Rarity opened her mouth, but couldn’t muster so much as a squeak. “What if Sweetie rushes in? What would this monster do to her?”
Her thoughts were interrupted by a flash of green, where Chrysalis once stood was now a svelte Bombay abyssinian female. She sauntered up to Rarity and grasped her chin in her paws. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” She used her magic to pry her mouth open and yank her tongue with her paws. “Allow me.”
Rarity looked on in horror as the monster in front of her screamed in a perfect replica of her voice. “Help! Help! Queen Chrysalis is going to rape me!” Green flames licked at her as Chrysalis shed the disguise. “You pitiful fool, did you really think I would allow you any chance at escape?”
For the mare trapped in the spider’s web, anger, fear, and hate all swirled within her. On instinct, her mouth snarled and her eyes narrowed through her tears. “You monster! You brute! I’ll never let you win!” She said, surprising herself with her ability to speak, as if she’d lost it before. A gleaming blue spell charged in her horn and let loose, firing a mana bolt directly at the bug before her.
The bolt hit Chrysalis true and the queen moaned as it did. Rubbing at the charred and cracked exoskeleton on her cheek, she gazed at her captive with a lustful hunger. “Mmmm, and here I was worried you’d broken already.” The damaged exoskeleton molted and fell with nary a thought from the queen, already replaced by shiny new black carapace.
Using her magic, she ripped Rarity from the wall she’d been glued to, tearing some of her pristine white fur and precious purple hair, leaving it hanging in small sporadic strands.
“AAAAH!” Rarity cried. Tears flowed more freely as she now openly sobbed. “My mane! You better not have damaged my mane you ugly mo– HRGK!” She was interrupted by Chrysalis crushing her windpipe. Her hooves reached for her neck and legs bicycled in the air as she tried uselessly to free herself.
Another cackle split the air, “It doesn’t matter to me if you’re warm or cold when I put my eggs inside you. If you want to live to see the next day, I suggest you be more respectful.”
Rarity was held in the air like a prize toy from a carnival game as she desperately struggled for breath. “N-ne– AEHK!” Her neck was tightened further, painfully crushed as she struggled to utter anything.
“Try again.”
The thought of submitting to that bug, that vile monster on four legs, she could never stomach it! “Mo-ohn-ohnst—” Her throat was tightened so much that she didn’t even make a sound. Spit and drool gurgled out of her mouth. Her lungs couldn’t draw in anything but her own saliva as her limbs lost power and slowly dropped to her sides.
“Last chaaaance my little marshmallow!” Chrysalis said in a sing-song voice, licking her lips at the prospect of either outcome.
As much as she loathed the idea, Rarity had no choice. She didn’t want to submit, but dying to a monster like her wasn’t an option. She had to live to fight another day, even if it meant being raped.
The pressure on her throat relented just enough for her to speak again. A long wheezing breath and a hacking cough preceded what she said next, “My apologies, my—” Bile built in her throat, she struggled to say what she had to without vomiting, but she pushed on. “—queen.”
She was unceremoniously dropped to the floor. The pain from the drop went unnoticed as she frantically felt around her neck. She’d been let go, yet her every instinct screamed that she was still being choked as she coughed and wheezed.
Chrysalis watched on with an amused smirk, looking at Rarity like a pony would a menu. “Oh yes, now that would be fun!” she thought to herself as she made a subtle change to her biology.
Sauntering over to the mare, she sat down in front of her on her tail end, exposing her crotch. Her ovipositor snaked out of its sheath. A turgid green rod of flesh, it almost looked like a pony cock, though there were differences. Such as the rod wasn’t smooth with a medial ring, rather it had regular variations in its topology. Like somepony had taken a stacking ring toy and interspersed smaller rings between larger rings. Though rings weren’t the right description either, the peaks and valleys along her length were more ovoid in nature.
It all made her dick look like an arrow pointing somewhere. The tip looked equine enough, though the head was more bulbous than a regular pony schlong. And another key difference was the slit. Pony cocks just had a simple urethra. This thing had a long vertical slit running up the height of the head.
Pulling the mare into a sitting position, Chrysalis gave Rarity an expectant look. I’m waiting. She said through her expression.
Rarity choked back a sob as she looked down at the tool below her. She brought her head low and sniffed. “At least it doesn’t smell bad. A little musky, but sweet.” She thought to herself, trying to find solace wherever she could. Her sensitive pony nose sniffed more, nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeper and deeper. “I should do something before she makes me.”
She opened her mouth to begin a blowjob, but before she could truly start, Chrysalis’ cock opened wider than any pony urethra. It shot a large stream of clear liquid directly into her mouth. Rarity coughed as it went down her throat. More streams shot out, splashing into her muzzle, face, and mane as she struggled to regain her composure.
“Cough! What was—cough!—that?!”
“I would explain if you weren’t about to become even more of an imbecile than you already are.” Chrysalis got up and stood over Rarity, her natural height making it easy to do so as well as putting her ovipositor at the perfect height for her victim.
That same sweet scent from before was stronger now as the liquid in Rarity’s fur quickly dried. The smell was now like that of an overwhelming perfume. It was almost thick enough for her to choke on the smell alone, but Rarity managed. Strange and gross as it was, she had to focus on her survival. She couldn’t focus on things like the rising heat in her chest or how her cunt was starting to drool.
THWACK!
A shock of pain erupted from Rarity’s cheek. What just happened? She tried to think, slowly realizing she’d been smacked across the face by the cock.
THWACK!
It happened again. Her vision blinked black for a half second as she was hit again.
THWACK!
And again.
THWACK!
And again.
The queen continued to hit Rarity with her cock. Each time, she’d pull Rarity back into place just so she could swing her hips to hit her again. More of that fluid from before dripped off Chrysalis’ cock like sweat.
When Chrysalis stopped, Rarity was swaying under her, threatening to fall over at any second.
For Rarity’s part, she lost track of things after the third hit. Things started blurring together and pain turned to pleasure. She only regained some clarity of thought when her queen backed away. An uncomfortable space was between them. “I, I have to do something before she gets angry again!” She rationalized as she crawled closer to her queen.
Chrysalis chuckled, “Oh, look at you. Musk-drunk already? I would have thought a slut like you would have a higher tolerance.”
Rarity’s face scrunched up, there was a part of her brain that told her she should be indignant. But she wasn’t sure what she should be indignant about exactly. Her thinking felt slower, so she said the first thing she thought of to try and hide her weakness. “A slut?! Darling, I am above the average slut.” Her loins were soaked. “You may have me weak and powerless, but when we’re done here, I will walk out with your eggs deep inside me!”
Though she said that with all the rage she could muster, something didn’t feel right about it. Why couldn’t she think clearly?!
Her nostrils flared as more of her queen’s sweet fragrance filled the room.
Oh, that’s right, her womb was still empty. She made to stand, wanting to walk over to her queen, but stumbled to the ground as she did. She could hardly stand on her own, much less walk.
Chrysalis grinned a wolfish grin and clucked her forked tongue. “Tsk, tsk. How will I ever make a good nymph out of a whorse who can’t even stand for her queen?”
Cursing herself, Rarity was angry at her own inability. She couldn’t let Chrysalis win! She had to get her eggs one way or another! She stayed there for a while. Minutes passed as she thought things over. “A-ha!”
She made to stand again, doing so on shaking legs slick with her juices. She raised her back end high and proud while keeping her woozy head low to the ground. Her resistance was still strong, she hadn’t broken yet! As long as she could take her eggs she was winning!
All the while, Queen Chrysalis enjoyed the show of a broken mare fighting her body so she could get her rape-eggs inside her.
Happy with her victim’s position, she circled around her before striking. She reared up and struck down, her cock landing heavily against Rarity’s back while her two front hooves barely missed her head, splitting the wood floor with a loud CRACK!
Chrysalis’ cock thwacked between them, slicking her back and her thorax with her own natural lubricant. Each time her cock hit Rarity, the mare’s knees buckled.
Chrysalis took her time, rubbing her ovipositor on and around Rarity’s cunt lips. Enjoying how the mare shuddered beneath her each time she did.
With a mighty thrust, she forced her way in. Though Rarity was soaking wet and making a sizable puddle, she couldn’t stop clenching. As soon as the first few centimeters of cockhead made its way inside, it was crushed harder than Rarity’s neck was ten minutes earlier.
“F-fuck! I knew you were the right choice. So easy to conquer and too eager to please!” She pushed forward more. “Nngh! You’ll make a fine breeding sow! Be grateful pony, for you will have the glory of birthing the clutches that topple Equestria!”
Rarity’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Chrysalis’ welcome invasion of her spasming cunt threw her pheromone-addled brain into ecstatic overdrive. Howling, she screamed the praises of her queen, “YES! YES! FILL ME! I’M YOURS! GIVE ME YOUR EGGS!”
Blood slicked out of her vagina, mixing with her own mare cum to form a pink sheen along her great queen’s glorious green length. Not that Chrysalis cared. Though macabre, a body didn’t need to be warm to incubate her eggs. What mattered was the first element had fallen and the others would soon join her. That fact was almost, almost enough to bring her to orgasm on its own. The warm body around her cock was better just for the pure carnal sensation of a good fuck.
Chrysalis humped into her faster and faster. Taking her hoof and grabbing Rarity’s head back by her mane and eliciting a squeal, she pushed the mare’s head down hard. She drooled, face down ass up all while Chrysalis pumped faster still. The queen’s thrusts began lifting the mare’s backend off the ground as her head was pinned firmly down into the hardwood floor.
With one final thrust, Queen Chrysalis landed on top of Rarity. Her ovipositor plunged into the mare’s cervix as far as it could go and painfully dilated it as her cockhead opened to deposit the first round of eggs. One by one, a spherical bulge the size of a foal’s hoof traveled down the queen’s prick to their waiting incubator. The squishy nature of changeling eggs only slightly mitigated the searing pain of her cervix being forced open another few centimeters.
Just as an egg would finish passing through, her cervix would clamp down on the queen’s cockhead, sending another orgasmic surge through her and triggering the passage of the next egg. For what felt like hours, the two were locked together, one in victorious bliss while the other in broken rapture. An egg would pump in and Rarity would spasm. Rarity would spasm and Chrysalis would orgasm. Chrysalis would orgasm and an egg would be released. An egg would be released and it would pump in. On and on, through the night, until the break of day.
When the last of the clutch was laid, Queen Chrysalis collected herself and looked down upon the newest breeder for her hive. Rarity simply lay on the ground, a vacant look in her eyes as the pheromones began to wear off. Satisfied, she magicked the mare away and transformed herself.
A flash of green, and “Rarity” stood in her room, eager for her friends’ return.
