My Little Slaves - Chrysalis 7

Chrysalis Domination pt. 7 - Sprawling Odyssey part 2
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Posted on Apr  8th, 2014
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>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."