My Little Slaves - Chrysalis 8

Chrysalis Domination pt. 8 - Sprawling Odyssey part 3
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Posted on Apr  8th, 2014
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>for Sprawling Odyssey, the peak moment of this little triste is when that last egg slides into her and she moans her way to orgasm
>for Chrysalis, it's now, as you allow her a little snack as reward for her obedience
>but for you, it isn't the feeling of release as you cum inside the addled mare's sopping box
>not that you're one to turn that opportunity down
>but the part that does it, for you?
>it's right here
>you watch as the warm fuzzies the egg-stuffed mare is feeling get sucked out of the very air
>you can actually see her eyes lose their green tint
>her whole posture changes
>and when she looks up, free of the magical fog in her mind
>there's Chrysalis
>not her precious Princess Celestia
>not her adoring husband
>but a bug, towering over her, ovipositor still dripping with the green slime she's filled to the brim with
>that look of terror and despair?
>that's why you choose the worst offenders to be brought down here, offered up as sacrifice
>to see them build their hopes up so high, to convince themselves that even in their darkest hour, their loved ones are with them
>they'll believe any lie, accept any punishment no matter how severe
>they lie to themselves that they're doing the right thing, opposing you and Nightmare Moon
>they lie to themselves that they'll escape once they're caught
>they lie to themselves that they're called to something greater, that in the end they'll win
>but they can't lie to themselves when they wake up with a belly full of eggs, while the creature who laid them sucks away every trace of happiness and love
>Odyssey begins to blubber as the sparkle in her eyes dims
>"S...Stoic?"
>oof
>deep in denial, this one
>Chrysalis finishes her meal, and you snap a lead to her collar
"Guards, take this one away. She's seen her use."
>you walk over to the table, squeezing a few drops each of Felicity and Cadenza's Aire into the chalice along with the usual red wine
>"Stoic? Darling?"
>she's actually straining at her leash

>holy shit, did Chrysalis leave her hypnotized too long?
>she can't seriously be this delusional
>you carry the wine to your pet, who gulps it down greedily, seeming to enjoy the diluted potion even more than pure love from its source
>the guards finally get the hysterical pone out the door
>she puts up a surprising struggle for someone who can barely move for how full she is
>the last thing you hear before the door slams is her crying her stallion's name
>"Stoic, please! Don't leave me yet! Don't le--"
>...
>you like it more when they're angry
>Chrysalis finishes the last of her drought and sits back, panting in relief as she feels the raw love-fascimile crashing through her veins
>the trembling in her legs lessens after a few seconds
>you'll have to order a few more bottles, and step up testing on the older drones
>her tolerance to the stuff is starting to get expensive
>"Ahh... I think she may be the one,"
>she mutters
>three batches have hatched so far
>all males
>maybe she'll be the one to bring a successor to term
>it's not an exact science, but ponies with a deeper love seem to be better incubators
>or maybe it was ponies with love for lots of others?
>shit, you need to stop smoking before your "chats" with Zecora
>anyway, Chrysalis seems to like that one's chances
>you'll make a note to retry Odyssey if she winds up hatching males
>either way, the army grows
"Chrysalis."
>her lax smile fades as you grab her attention
>"Yes, Master?"
"Question for you..."


>you march back towards the stairs to the castle proper
>a bronze hoof juts through the bars, reaching for your leg
>"Please! Please, where's my Stoic?! I just... let me back in! I'll take more eggs! I'll do anything, just let me see him again!"
>you look over at her
>lying to her would do no good
>so you lean down to look her in the eye
"You'll see your husband..."
>if you look out at the gallows by the western wall
"if you hatch a strong brood from those eggs."
>you lying sack of shit