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