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- Chrysalis Domination pt. 7 - Sprawling Odyssey part 2
- GRENADIERAPPLE
- Posted on Apr 8th, 2014
- Copied on Apr 15th, 2014
- >this part always weirds you out
- >it's not that you don't appreciate the technique
- >it's more that you can see why ponies fall for it, even without the hypnosis
- >her change is so slow, so gradual, that they don't even notice
- >or maybe they do notice, but they don't care
- >they convince themselves that their special mares and stallions have always been so tall
- >always had a horn, or wings
- >they've always been this creature underneath the thin shell of their bodies
- >sometimes they'll get a look on their face that you can take a bit of pleasure in
- >a brief spark of confusion, of recognition
- >"This isn't right," they'll say, or "Have you always...?"
- >you watch as Boring or Emotionless or whatever grows taller, a gnarled horn sprouting from "his" head
- >his legs grow pitted, deepening into holes that riddle his hooves
- >a swollen piece of anatomy grows between her legs as the Verdant Hive's queen reclaims her true form
- >and you smirk as Odyssey frowns up at the thing casting a shadow over her
- >"Darling... when did you get... so tall?"
- >her eyes shut, tightly, but another tendril of green wraps its way around her head from the creature's horn
- >"Sssssh, now, love. I've changed a bit, but so have you,"
- >the voice is always the last thing to go, but the stallion's voice slowly fades to leave only your pet's
- >"You're so empty now, dear,"
- >it causes a blush to rise over the slim unicorn's features when she whispers
- >"what say we fix that?"
- >you step forward, finally assured that nothing can pull your captor from her spell
- >she blushes furiously, but nods, her eyes glued to the black segment of body jutting from underneath her beloved
- >in the back of your head, a tiny voice is muttering that there's something wrong with this whole picture
- >but you can ignore it
- >you're just so elated to see your lover again
- >you couldn't care that the years have made him taller
- >you did love the gentle white of his coat, but this shiny black look is so fetching
- >his wings, oh, you'll have to mend his suit
- >but with his new horn, goodness, the magic you two could make together
- >it seems a little magic-making is on his mind, too
- >"You're so empty now, dear... what say we fix that?"
- >you can scarcely do more than nod, and blush
- >well
- >maybe you can do a little more than that
- >as he guides you under him, you feel like a young filly again, newly in love, exploring your bodies for the first time
- >and he responds in kind; you can feel strong hands against your legs, squeezing, stroking, rubbing
- >you feel a cooling sensation as his lips touch your flank
- "Mmm~, darling, of all your changes, I think this is the one I love most,"
- >you coo, lips brushing against the strange new organ
- >it doesn't take much coaxing to bring the ovipositor to bear, a copious dribble of green pre leaking from it as your tongue rims its flared opening
- >hehe, it's making your tongue kind of numb
- >above you, your lover lets out a groan of approval; he must have been pretty pent up
- >you look behind him and frown at the sight of your sweetness spreading your flank wide
- >he's showing off your intimates to your captor?
- >it niggles in the back of your head, but you trust him with your life
- >shouldn't you also trust him with your body?
- >you give another slurp and another giggle as you feel the insides of your cheeks growing numb too
- >enough
- >you've waited seven years, you'll have him now
- >you open as wide as you can, your lips wrapping around the opening, and lean forward
- >the monster behind you gives a chuckle as you coat your mate's egg-layer with your saliva
- >you're rewarded with a gout of liquid, which you happily gulp down
- >the cooling slime drips down your throat and you welcome it
- >it's so... strange... but so good
- >you feel a finger trace along your slit, and you hesitate a moment
- >it really doesn't seem quite right, being shared like this
- >but no, your voice insists to you, Stoic would never do anything to betray your trust
- >you feel your tail lift as you spread your legs
- >back to the task at hand
- >he's really backed up, it feels like, so you try to back off a bit to talk
- >there's a strange tickle in your throat
- >you didn't even feel it slide down there
- >at your voice's request, you reach up, hooves kneading and massaging his over-full egg sac
- >slowly, almost painfully, you watch as a bulge begins to form near the start of his stallionhood
- >it feels like the wrong word to describe it
- >but you're too focused on the bulb making its way to your mouth for such thoughts
- >it rests on your lips
- "Mmmmaaaagh?"
- >your mate bucks his hips and the object pops past, into your mouth
- >you try desperately to swallow, tears starting to form as you let out little gagging sounds
- >once, twice, and...
- >it squeezes down your throat
- >you can sense the bulge as it travels
- >and then, you can almost hear it as well as you feel it
- >plop
- >it's in!
- "Agghn~,"
- >you coo, and your love leans down to meet your gaze
- >he smirks and turns to your warden, saying something you can't quite catch
- >ooh, here comes another one...!
- >yes
- >this is what you were born for
- >this is what you've always been meant for
- >your hive is growing with each little orb that stupid cunt between your legs swallows
- "She will give you no trouble now,"
- >you inform the human
- >it takes you a moment to notice your transgression
- >...ah, Master."
- >you let out a carnal moan as you feel another future hatchling plop from your bulging sac into her gut
- >these mayfly-minded mares make wonderful incubators, you muse
- >and maybe, you hope, the extra feedings he's been allowing you
- >er
- >that you've been taking
- >will pay off, and you'll hear this mare's death-screams giving way to a greater miracle
- >as another stray thought makes itself known, you sooth it with a gentle touch of magic
- >no no, he's always had fangs and worn a crown
- >you look over to your... ugh... Master
- >were it not for that divine drink he feeds you so often, his demands of your deference would drive you to kill him
- >...
- >even the thought of his reaction to you trying that gives you pause
- >instead, you lean over the unicorn as she suckles on you
- >that brute may lay claim to the most suited of her... areas...
- >but that does not preclude a second spot of egg-laying
- >you kiss on one of the mare's flanks, leaving little nibble-marks
- >then the other
- >your tongue traces out your next target carefully...
- >you let out an unrestrained gurgle of pleasure as you feel the alien digits slide into you
- >had Stoic really managed to control such a ferocious beast, that he could command it to pleasure you like this?
- >you try to thank him by gulping down another of her brood
- >but after nearly a half-dozen of the things, you're starting to feel a bit full
- >you paw gently at your lover's still bulging piece, feeling a little sick as you watch egg number seven slide down into your mouth
- >you give a weak groan of protest as it too pushes past your esophagus
- >the stirring deep in your loins by that monstrous creature draws a stronger groan from you
- >"Oh... are you feeling full, darling?"
- >you turn as much as the tube down your throat allows, nodding to him as you wipe at the tears that each of her eggs forces out of you
- >"Alright, my sweet, just one more then..."
- >you try to shake your head, that'd really be just too much
- >but it seems your body won't let you move that way
- >curious
- >well, whether you want to or not, you feel his last come pressing against your lips
- >nothing for it now
- >you open as wide as you can, and it doesn't seem to take as much effort this time
- >straight into you... mostly
- >it lands and you feel the whole pile of eggs shift in your belly
- >oof
- >but at least it's over now
- >you feel the long nozzle slip past your lips as your mate stands tall over you
- >you gasp for air; how did you manage all that without passing out
- "Ohh~... sweetie, I... I feel so full... I'm glad I could..."
- >you take a moment to gather your thoughts
- >glad you could be such a good incubator for his darling spawn?
- >your head-voice suggests innocently
- >yes, that sounds about right
- "...could be your egg-holder... but I don't think... I could swallow another one~!"
- >you and your changeling breeding tool look at each other
- >'she can't swallow another one', she says
- >it's probably sets a bad precedent to share a laugh at somepony's expense with a creature you're using as a slave
- >but you can't help but chuckle and neither can Chrysalis
- "Well, 'Sewman', shouldn't you be a proper gentleman?"
- >Chrysalis' grin is absolutely predatory
- >she takes one more nibble on the not-so-thin mare's flank before raising the ovipositor and stepping carefully around
- >"Don't worry, my little clutch-cunt, you just lay there and relax,"
- >you help her guide her thorax into position
- >staring at her stabbing clumsily around the mare's rump is definitely not conducive to you planting your own seed inside your shared victim
- >"I'll do aaaall the work this time."
- >Chrysalis whispers into the brainwashed pone's ear
- >you've primed the little thing quite enough
- >time for the main attraction
- >the green goop slathering her target spills down onto your shaft
- >ooh, tingly
- >the mare's juices mixing with it keeps you from going completely numb, but it's definitely a lighter sensation than you're used to
- >"Ready?"
- >Chrysalis asks breathily
- >neither you nor your pet waste time waiting to hear a response
- >ovipositor and member both stuff into her at once, eliciting a shriek
- >you spread the little pony's cheeks to allow more egg-shaft inside
- >Chrysalis nibbles at her ear, her own thrusting falling out of sync with yours as her sac undulates
- >you can see the outline of the first egg moving towards its target while you jackhammer the mare's muff
- >damn, it skeeved you out the first few times you saw it
- >but you have to admit, you think as it presses against Odyssey's balloon knot
- >that's kinda hot
- >oh god
- >your brain is fucking melting
- >you thought you were done when your lover pulled herself from your throat
- >while he was repositioning, the thing she was sharing you with had withdrawn his hand, leaving you longing for release
- >apparently that isn't going to be a problem
- >Stoic was never one for dirty talk, so hearing him call you her "clutch-cunt" perked your ears up
- >the moment you felt that pressure against your little cinnamon starfish, it had you on edge again
- >a sensation like warm liquid being poured between your cheeks preceded the now-familiar numbness, your face burning red
- >what has gotten into him now? Taking charge of you like this?
- >"Ready?"
- >your love's breath is hot against your ear
- "YeeeaaAAAAAHN~!"
- >you barely get the first syllable out before your face gets shoved into the dungeon floor
- >you're so full
- >SO full
- >you don't need to look to see what the creature's changed his hand for
- >you can feel it pumping away inside you, slamming into you with reckless abandon
- >and just above it
- >ooh
- >a now-familiar pressure of something a bit bigger than your hoof pushing at your backdoor
- >teeth on your ear
- >breath on your neck
- >hands holding your hips
- >you close your eyes, just focusing on how much you can feel
- >shouting encouragement and direction in between an incoherent babble of ecstasy
- >every touch, every pinch, every caress
- >as your beloved squeezes another bulb inside you, you wail like a harlot
- >"Such a good hatchery..."
- >you go half-blind with an explosion of colors as you go sailing over the edge
- >the stiff rod in your snatch swells in response, and you can hear the thing's labored breathing as it paints your walls white
- >another egg inside of you
- >how
- >you don't even
- >fuck
- >"Ooh, I think she liked it!"
- >"I wonder if this one even needed my spells to be convinced to bear my young?"
- >your mate and his beast chuckle to themselves as you lay there in a pool of muddled green and white
- >"May I...?"
- >"Eh... sure. You did well enough."
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