Our Hive must survive
Survival of Our Kind
Chrysalis woke up with a start. She gave a sharp gasp and found herself breathing and alive. Her eyes were darkened however and she felt immobile only by limbs however. Sight was gone though not completely, as if something covered her eyes. She tried to move and turn but found herself gagged and bound by her arms and legs. However, her legs were spread and encased by her feet.
A muffled growl left her and she tried to summon her magic but to no avail. A huff. She pushed and pulled, tugged and struggled against her restraint, far for her to go past her ego and accept her fate on being captured.
After minutes of unrestrained anger to try and free herself, she fell limp in wear. A grunt of annoyance leaving her. Silence surrounded her, there was no noise in her area and she figured it had to be some sort of prison or room for her, possible for interrogation.
There had just been moments where she was losing and about to attack those who defeated her yet again! With that lozy ox-head Tirek and the annoying, flying spat Cozy Glow! But that was her last moments and then, a painful silence of the senses, other than hearing. However, it seemed that something was amiss, for she did not hear anything after that and woke up here. Wherever here was, she was at least grateful it was not entombed.
She noticed also that she was almost bare naked. She felt something covering her breasts and nethers but other than that, she was without her extra clothing. ‘Oh great,’ she thought to herself. ‘Someone captured me and is about to use me as their sexual slave.’ It was meant to be a mental squabble to herself but she knew that this was the case.
After more minutes of waiting, did footsteps approaching finally cause her head to snap and turn to the sound. She tried to snarl but nothing more than muffled noises came from her throat and nostrils. Her captor gave no indication, nor indication of who they were.
Her senses to detect their emotions was blocked or… they were really good at hiding their intentions. Either way, she heard their approach. Each step sent her into a spike of rage to tear her restraints and attack the one who dared capture the Queen of the Changelings! Her muffled snarling and restraint threats bared no fruit.
Her captor finally stood before her. She could feel their presence and it was nothing short of bitterness and cocky arrogance at her submission was radiating from them.
After no certain amount of minutes that they stood over her, did she hear them kneel and meet their face with hers. In a desperate attempt, Chrysalis tried to jump and bite or snarl at them, hoping to coax them into fear or anything to gauge an emotion out of them, but nothing. There was no jumping back in fear; any scramble to get away or even urinate themselves at her fruitless attack.
But it was in vain, for her captor merely scoffed. Their voice unidentifiable in sex or species. That would present a problem.
Whoever they were, they had bravery. Far more than those ponies who have ruined her life and her hive. No, this was no pony, nor was it a changeling. They were all spineless cowards and none had a backbone to hold her like this… degrading position. Not that they had to be some…
Fingers reached out and grabbed her right breast, squeezing it. She immediately began to trash the restraints in vain to get them off her. The nerve to dare touch her! She pulled and tugged on her restraints, trying to attack them, going as far as to hurt herself and even dislocate her joints to do so.
A forceful, magical tug at her body forced her back in place while the hand remained latched onto her breast. Another joined with the other breasts, both being squeezed and kneaded.
She knew this had to be some kind of revenge but simply killing her or jailing her was not enough. They had to sexually assault her. A low most fitting for the likes of her.
After her trashing yielded, the groping on her tits stopped. She then felt her bra being pulled down to expose her nipples. The light green hue on her size c-cups could make any male, including a female or two, to fall for them.
She knew that because she didn’t need disguises all the time to get someone willing to do something for her. But this was not her doing it, this was some sick perverted captor that wanted to enjoy themselves before ending her life.
The captor lifted her breasts with both hands, as if weighing them, while using their thumbs to tweak her nipples. She remained immobile but seething with rage; they were trying to break her, first physically then mentally perhaps. Something so vile was not a pony thing. Especially now that while her breasts were being groped, the texture was hard, not furred. Ponies had furred and soft digits.
So then what species was it? This was interrupted when the groping stopped and her breasts were dropped. A single digit pressed right between her breasts, then slowly dragged down south. This gave her a harder trashing as she felt them go south to her abdomen. She snarled and growled through her mouth piece, her body in pain as she tried to break free. Her belly was trying to push or shove off the digit but it continued to make its way down up until it met her undergarment.
She forced her thighs hard on the floor to prevent them from being pulled, but it was a fruitless effort, for they merely reached lower and simply pulled it aside and exposed her nethers. A low neon greenish glow, emanated from her pussy, with a slight tint near her outer labia. Her most sacred treasure was exposed and out for her captor to see.
Her trashing only made her tire herself out and that was all they needed until she slumped down. The captor leaned down, his breath a few inches from her exposed nethers.
She growled, thrashed and tried to curse them with every fiber of her being, trying to fight or kill them. But like before, nothing was down and no amount of muffled snarling yielded in her rewards to hurt them beyond imagination.
After minutes of her exposure, wear and pain finally sank in and she slumped once more.
Upon her slumped form, did the captor grab her undergarments and rip them from her body. She gave a grunt as her exposure was more humiliating. Her captor then did something that really sickened her.
They took it to their nose, took in a deep inhale of her smell. But that didn’t satisfy them, no. Her garments weren’t enough and so they pressed it hard against their nostrils, inhaling deeply before shoving them back down to her nethers and began to rub with her essence.
The queen snarled at the rough handling against body, especially against her labia. She was not aroused, yet that didn’t deter them. They even went as far as to push part of the clothing into her labia, causing a small bit of pain to come from within. Their digit pushed in, spreading her and allowing the dry clothing to sink in.
The garments were pushed all the way in, spreading her with unpleasant care. She grunted as it was forcefully lodged in her, causing her to gasp and then slump as half of it was placed in her. Her captor then rubbed her labia, trying to coax her arousal and while normally Chrysalis had a strong will about her, this had her at a disadvantage. No one, no one dared to try something like this on her and has never succeeded, so this only hindredged her to a slight degree. This would burn in her mind and she knew that the second they gave her a chance to get free, they would wish to never be born!
Their efforts however haven't been without results. For as she would not admit, the carass against her button and labia was making it difficult to ignore. However they were, they had skill. They had practice and as much as she would not say out loud, they were now being gentle. She threw her head side to side, trying to ignore their assault on her body.
One hand remained on her labia, working around her nethers and moistening her clogged hole with the underwear. The second hand had returned back to her breasts, kneading and coaxing them like a lover would.
She was Queen Fucking Chrysalis! She would not stoop so low as to have some fucker degrade her for their own personal amusement! She would not fall for their gentle touches and default tender graces on her body!
But her own body betrayed her, a cynical task undone; she couldn’t help but shudder as the digit by her labia finally submerged into her body and joined with her underwear. The digit pulled and pushed with the clothing, causing a weird mixture of tingles within her body.
The digit curled and pressed down within, making her body arc a bit, slowly fueling her forced desire. She gave an unwanted groan as her body slowly began for more.
Her captor got the results they wanted. From within, juices slowly started to come and moisten her clogged hole. The underwear embedded within began to get soaked with her secretions. The forced desire to become wet was winning and the Queen herself hadn’t felt so lost to it before. In her centuries of living, very, very few come close to even pleasing her and yet, this stranger was doing it with nothing but their hands.
As they probed further, it became apparent that they only really wanted her scent and they got it. The digit pulled out abruptly as did her underwear. They grabbed it with a half coated garment of her fluids and as the tip left, the queen was left panting heavily. She fumed in red shame as the captor had just finished the tease on her nethers.
She heard them once more bring her soaked garments to their noses and inhale deeply once more. Disgust etched across her face as the satisfied moan left them, again an alien sound of no distiguishable sex or species was made apparent. To add further injury to her senses, they pushed her underwear into their mouth and she heard the sickly sound of them suckling the juices from her underwear. She could hear their moans of utter delight as they savored her flavor and it almost made her want to vomit at the idea of another creature tasting her fluids.
But she held back. Once said captor had finished draining her garments of any lingering fluids, they dropped it on the floor, an audible ‘plomp’ heard, they once more leaned down to her nethers.
Tasting her on the garments was just the appetizers, now came the meal. She once more felt their hot breath on her nethers, now soaked with her fluids. An effortless attempt to thwart them was made, but all they did was entice them. Her hips bucked forward to hurt them, but instead, she found their muzzle straight into between her legs.
A muffled growl left her. She tried to lowerself, but suddenly their arms kept her up and arched forward, preventing her from laying back down. She growled dangerously as she now felt those same palms on her ass, instantly getting them grabbed and groped like her breasts were. This position had her suspended in the air, unable to lower and causing discomfort in her arms and legs.
This didn’t deter nor concern her captor. They saw it as an easier way to taste her without lowering themselves to the ground. Palms on her butt, they pressed their muzzle directly into her mound, a growl of annoyance, anger and hidden lust was heard. Her nethers felt the hot breath on them, slowly secreting more fluids and giving them pure, unrestrained access to her moistening cunt.
Without any resistance that she could hope to offer, the squared muzzle pressed against her, a hard and cool surface pressing on her pussy and earning a muffled moan from her. This was not warranted and definitely not wanted.
That was just the start.
The build, the feeling, the sensation; unparalleled in its way to keep her on edge and unfocused. The first signs of moisture from the mouth seeped through the snout, then slowly the opening of the mouth against the lips, trying to part them. The tip, the edge, slowly pressed forward and the tongue emerged, eager, seeking its first taste from the natural source.
Thick, but sharp forked tongue pressed slowly onto her lips. A powerful and sharp gasp left her; not just in pleasure but in realization.
Her captor was a changeling and not only that but it was such a revelation that it sent a sharp spasm of pleasure to her spine, further arching her back. A muffled, almost unrestrained moan left her blocked mouth, spilling from her nostrils and vibrating through her whole body. It was a melody, to hear restraint but pleasing moans from her. Even when she tried to deny the pleasure that was revealed through her body, it was such a tune that her captor moaned into her body along with her.
The changeling’s tongue was a powerful muscle, pushing and prodding inside of her cunt that it begged her mind to try and find out who it was and how did they acquire such a skill.
Outside of her absolute best infiltrators that were trained in carnal arts, did this one remain a mystery? The tongue was not just a changeling tongue, but it morphed into a feline’s tongue; thin with spiny small barbs on the tip that scraped her inner tunnel. Then it morphed into a dragon’s tongue; thick with a sharp tip that filled her and spread her labia out. Then the next tongue; flat but very wet like canines.
Shifting and plunging over and over again with a different tongue, of a different species; the change was damn near infuriating yet so powerful in the way it continued to push her climax.
By now, her captor had been drinking and savoring her juices that poured from her cunt like a facet. They moaned into her cunt and made sure that they knew she was enjoying it, willingly or not. Her moans were no secrets, her body remained mobile only by her upper limbs and her head shook with rage and pleasure, a boiling mix of two different emotions, but combing into an endorphin cocktail mix.
She felt that deep within her, was the sign of her end. The orgasm that she was building up to, the powerful emotion of lust that was not enough to fill a normal changeling but an appetizer that could fill them for a while. She fought for so long to prevent and give this captor, this changeling! The ultimate revelation is that they made the queen of the changelings climax and spray her nectar on their body.
The changeling wrapped their arms under her legs and pulled her harder against their snout, burying their snout against her snatch and shoving as much of their tongue within her depths. The tongue shifted and changed continuously, earning more and more grunts, moans, muffled cries of ecstasy. She gritted her teeth as they pushed her further and further into her climax. They chugged her fluids effortlessly and without wear.
She could hear the fluids falling down her body and onto the floor. A wet puddle was created through her forced oral degradation. She moans hard into her muffled restraint, it bares to shake and vibrate into shambles.
Finally, her end came and the most powerful climax she had ever experienced erupted from her like a volcano. Strong, unrestrained and without remorse, the queen came hard and sprayed her juices across the face of her captor. Said captor pulled back a little, only to keep their mouth open but allow her fluids to cover their face and body by her; they willingly allowed the queen to coat them in her secretions, smell and defeat.
She came for ten seconds straight, an unparalleled gush of fluids not witnessed or had in centuries. Her mind went blank, gone and away from the world, as she went so high on endorphins, she actually wanted to stay there. Never had this level of ecstacy had reached her and perhaps never again. She continued to gush her thick fluids across her captor, back arched and body spasming in the powerful climax before she slumped and fell back, her captor allowing her to rest against the ground.
Chrysalis remained their panting, her body sore from both the restraints and the powerful climax. She hasn’t been through this kind of pleasure and pain before, so this was different and it would only remain like that for as long as she was bound. She accepted her temporary defeat and laid her head back against the wall.
The changeling was enjoying the bath, rubbing her fluids across their body and even scooping the thick fluid into their mouth.
Chrysalis felt tired and her rage was not fully quelled but it was temporarily dormant in the heat of the climax. A tired sigh left the queen as she allowed any remaining fluids to leave her body.
Then silence reigned in the area for a moment. It stayed like that and she could feel their eyes staring at her, knowing that they were relishing in her deated throes of climax.
After minutes of soft breathing and the sound of fluids settling, did her captor finally speak.
“So, you accepted your fate then?” The voice harshly cracked through the silence of the room where the noise didn’t echo. She recognized the voice and in a dark heart of the moment, Chrysalis felt a small shiver run down her spine.
Pharynx. A formal general of her army and one of the best of the best. She had trained him from egg to be ruthless, strong, emotionally detached and to be her greatest warrior amongst the rest.
And now… everything she had taught him, every lesson she embedded within his mind, now came back to her in the most cruel way of irony.
Everything told her to attack her most trusted and most skilled warrior, but she knew that with everything she had taught him… it was of no use. A scoff came from him.
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” he taunted. He reached out and removed her blindfold.
The room was dark, a section of hive not part of the design, so no harsh light to greet her other than the low glows of the lightning bugs that were held within.
Her slit eyes instantly narrowed and stayed locked onto the deep violet ones that matched her stare back. However… this was difficult due to the fact that A; he was smirking which he knew pissed her off more, and B; he was covered in her pussy juices from head to hooves. And He. Did. Not. Care. One. Bit.
He seemed to revel in her disgust, sprouting his phallus in full display in front of her, also smeared in her juices. Not caring that it remained almost at eye height in front of her, nor that it was dripping with both her cum and his pre-seed from his tip.
With a pleased grin, he dropped any pretenses of formal loyalty to her. “Hello mother.” The snide remark sent her into a growling rage, her energy still hadn’t returned. She despised being called that, even more so by a traitorous grub like him. A smirk at her growl, he licked his mouth, catching the remaining juices on his tongue. “I would hope that you would enjoy that after being locked in stone for almost a year.”
She blinked upon hearing that. A year? Had it been that long since the battle? Did her mind shut down after or did she fail to keep count of the days? Regardless, she glared at her eldest brood and he stared back down.
“Yeah, a year and almost two since you betrayed us and left us all to die.” She snarled against her mouth restraint but it only allowed him to smirk at her effort. “I am sure you have that thought that, ‘we betrayed you, we took everything from you and we are responsible for all of this,’ crap that you wanna spew at me, right?”
She merely blinked but remained quiet. Another scoffed from him. “Yeah, I am sure. I am also sure that you believed we were dying out, had no reserves and that had we not invaded, we would be dead or dying. That had we not allowed the Equestrians to ‘corrupt’ us, like you claim, that we would be way better off, right?”
Again, another blink and her eyes narrowed. She would never admit anything and he knew it. He then gave a small shake of his head. “But now you have another question in your mind. What that annoys you, it's been on your head since you took your first breath and now begging to be answered, but I know that if I were to remove your mouth piece, that you would snarl, bite and yell out everything you could at me. Scream like a banshee, curse my name, tell me that you're going to kill me and so on, the list going on.” The flare in her eyes confirmed all this so he gave a chuckle. “Of course you would mother, I know you so well.” Then his smirk died and he stared at her with a frown. “But you know me as well, because you raised me to be your perfect soldier.”
“You wanted me to be everything evil and more. To be your weapon, your guardian and your leader to your army.” A pause followed by a grunt. “And… I would have done it all for you. Killed every pony, encased them all in cocoons and enjoyed watching the world burn around us while you stood on your throne, laughing as we did your bidding.”
She breathed in deeply, as if hearing this was no news to her. Her plans were always outspoken, never hidden and so on. But she always did have alternative motives that would benefit her more than the changelings.
Chrysalis had her own pool of love stored away from the sight of others so she would remain full but kept them all hungry, just to get them angry enough to attack and do her bidding. And she wouldn’t care if how many of them would die just to see her goal complete.
They both knew this and it only sickened him to the point where he felt no remorse for what he had done to break her free of her prison and keep her here. His motives were not going to be explained to her. The purple changeling gave a sigh as he gave his phallus a few strokes to keep it hard, not caring that she was staring.
“Well mother, while I wish I could say that once upon a time I believed in your goal, it seemed as though we were doomed to extinction from the start and whether you admit it or not, you wouldn’t have cared because you could breed more of us like a factory.” A small snarl left him. “A changeling factory that you could dispose of at your own will for your own goals. But that is no longer the case. A new generation of changelings prosper and we can safely live our lives without fear of starvation or death.”
Pharynx gave a small annoyed sigh. “While I am not a hundred percent with this whole ‘living like ponies’ Thorax wants from us, I can say, I enjoy the lesser stuff and having a full belly.” He pointed at her belly which remained full but not big. “Something you can never understand.” The poison in his tone wasn’t lost on her but she wasn’t swayed.
He got closer to her, so that his pointed shaft was near her face, making her lean away from it, earning a chuckle from him. “Oh, never knew mother was scared of seeing her own son’s dick and balls so up close. Should have used these the first time on you then.” He taunted while swinging his organ and balls side to side in front of her.
She hissed in her mouth but remained rigid and away. Pharynx gave another shake before leaning down and became stoic. A sigh left him. “But like all good things, they do come to an end and I hate to say it, but this new ‘life’ for us isn’t going to last, and neither are we.”
Chrysalis blinked and realized through a glint in his eyes, there was a problem. That gave her an edge on him and slowly, a sinister grin formed through her mouth.
He caught this but remained stoic. “We aren’t creating more changelings. No new eggs have been laid and the last patch that you laid has already converted into their new forms but… none of the females can get pregnant.”
Oh, this just fueled her grin and if she had her mouth, she would be cackling in delight upon hearing this. So, even with their changes to the new forms, they still weren’t able to bare young, for there was no other queen or praetorian to breed with to bare eggs. They would all die out in a few decades with no new changelings and the remaining two would be him and his brother, the last of their species!
Her muffled laughter angered him, but only slightly. He waited until she got it out, knowing that she needed this.
Again, he had his motives.
After she stopped her muffled laughing, did he meet her eyes and grinned. His fangs showed, his tongue hung out and his eyes met hers. When she saw this, she frowned and stared at him.
“Now, I know you would like hearing that, and perhaps knowing we may die pleases you, but I discovered that there's a way to save us, and it involves you.”
A powerful flash of recognition came across her like lightning, with her pride and remorseless attitude, was quickly replaced with fear and anger. This was his opening.
“That’s right mother, I intend to breed you, and hopefully create a new queen for the hive. One where she is far more caring, more loving and willing to put the hive before herself. It may take a couple of decades, but she will bare us many eggs and keep us alive for years to come.”
A small throb in his cock confirmed that he was willing to do this. With renewed and vigorous energy, she thrashed in her restraints, trying to free herself from her would-be rapist. Pharynx on smirked at seeing her flail useless in her restraint, trying to attack him and do everything in her power to fight or flight.
“You taught me to hold your captives with no room for error, so you should damn no well that you are not leaving.” She stopped only for a moment before muffled screaming came at him. It was funny to see her body shaking in rage but her eyes were beyond furious. This only caused him to throb harder. “Wow, never knew you could change a different color without having to shift your body, mother.” His taunt only fueled her resolve to kill him that much more, yet… he wasn’t fazed.
He leaned down, resting his organ over her abdomen, causing her to bounce and trash against him, which got him to sigh at her, somewhat stroking him. “Yeah, please keep going.” She paused at his words, red with anger and slight disgust. He raised a brow. “You keep giving me looks like that, yet changelings mating with each other have always been a thing, so what's with the face?” She didn’t answer nor did he care for one.
“Regardless, you knew that revenge was coming one day, but just not in the way you expected.” He lowered himself down, letting his organ, a long piece of flesh with a pointed tip, slide down her belly that a smear of pre-seed trailed on her. “I always wondered what it would have been like to have a loving mother, something that I shared with no one but Thorax and suffice to say, it will never happen.”
His tip rested right by her entrance, with Chrysalis trying to shift and move her hips away and clench her legs tightly but it was useless. He had bound her where her movements were limited but her actions on her were limitless. “Maybe this queen will have more heart and love that you ever hoped to receive in your centuries alive.” A pause followed by a grin. “Or maybe queens are more likely.”
Despite the current state she was in, a raised brow came over her. He chuckled. “I know, only one egg, especially per royal can be laid. That would be Thorax and then there will be me.” He gave a small hump to her, rubbing his dick over her still wet hole, mixing their fluids together. “But I know Thorax would never ever do something like this, especially since he still feels so guilty that he allowed his mother to be encased in stone.”
Chrysalis rolled her eyes at her spineless son, though a hard shove past her clit caused her to lurch a bit in surprise and saw Pharynx give her a grin. “Yeah, I can agree a bit on that, but I did offer him an incentive that only changelings can do that no other creature can.” She blinked at this, though he rose back up and lifted his phallus up to show his massive balls. It was when she really looked, not that she wanted to, that she saw two slight glows from within.
“So Thorax is one royal, and I am the other.” Her eyes went wide as not only did the powerful realization of being raped was not enough, but so did the concept of two queens being born was enought to warrant many harsh emotions.
“That’s right, I have one egg, and the other is Thorax.” He leaned down and rubbed his sack, growing as he could feel the churning within. They glowed brightly for a second more before slowly settling. He once more lowered himself and returned, hovering over Chrysalis’s form with his tip pressed against her hole. She growled a warning but it went unheeded. “I will admit that having my ovipositor spread open by another male, let alone my brother was… shall we say, an experience.” He slowly pressed his shaft, a slow change into an ovipositor, as it found a hole to enter.
She trashed once more but it only fueled him, sinking deeper within and making him groan as not only was she warm and welcoming, but the shift in his body’s chemistry too was so different than when he allowed Thorax to enter him. “When I told him, I can help, he was hesitant -grhh! To give me his egg and try to find a suitable substitute but nothing like a little brotherly wrestling, to get him to agree and let me take him inside.” The recent memory played hard vividly in his mind, as he sank deeper into Chrysalis.
The former hive mother thrashed against her restraints at the intruder entering her body. Despite this being against her will, Thorax had bared her no pain, for he was slow and careful. Her recent orgasm made it so that sliding in was much more bearable than anything. In fact, the whole thing was a physical pleasure, but it was who that was doing it and how he was doing it so well, that she hated her own body for betraying her. His cock spread and scraped every inch of her body, filling in any gaps and spaces, even going as far as to add little bumps on his ovipositor to hit every trigger in her hole.
She half yelled, half moaned in her mouth piece, as he sank so deep that a small bulge formed in her abdomen. Pharynx gave a hearty moan as he finally slid completely inside of his mother, earning a second unwanted orgasm from her pussy, triggering a flash flood of juices that coated his groin.
Once fully inside, he rested and placed one hand on the ground next to her, and the other other on her breasts. He began to rub, squeeze and grope her, grinning as he did so. “When Thorax finally filled my sac with his one egg, I knew that it was my job right away to find a way to free you. I spent the better part of the last three months trying to find a solution to free you but also make it look like you never left. To spare you the whole story so I don’t lose focus, I replaced you with a faux cement model, had a cockatrice undo the stone process and hit you right away with a knockout spell.”
He pulled out lightly, feeling her walls clenching and begging not to let him go with a muffled groan leaving her. “And that is how we got here.” He looked down, seeing he was half way out, coated in her fluids before slamming back in hard against her, earning a grunt, followed by a shiver of withheld ecstasy. His eyes locked onto hers and he laid it all out to her. “I’m gonna breed you mom. I’m gonna breed you until both of those eggs are in you. You’ll be swollen with growing eggs in two weeks and when they are ready, you’ll lay them.”
He pulled back out halfway once more and slammed back in. She stared at her with defiance, with anger, with rage. But to Pharynx, he detected the inner thoughts of betrayal, pain, sadness and even fear, something she never had before and he bathed in it. He began a slow rhythm of pistoning in her. “When they hatch, me and Thorax will raise them to be the perfect praetorians, to understand hope and love, to have a future without worry of starvation and death. To know that you will not watch your brothers and sisters die, to know that you will live tomorrow for sure, without going to sleep at night afraid.”
His thrusts were powerful, his vigor high and his rhythm steady, but his resolve to complete this mission was true and just.
“When they are of age, me and Thorax will breed them, and continue the hive’s survival for many years to come. Hopefully, we can even erase our horrid history,” He narrowed his eyes as he slammed hard once into her, not breaking eye contact as he hilted himself, “-especially you,” The sharp poison in his tone. “-from being nothing more than a myth.” He then continued his rhythm once more. “I hope you enjoy as much of this as you can mother, I really do, because once you lay these eggs, you may be of no use to us anymore.”
The former queen closed her eyes and tried to erase those words, defiantly trying to summon her magic in full power, pouring all of her magic into her horn.
Nothing.
She wasn’t sure how to really respond as her body’s continued betrayal as pleasure and ecstasy spiked in her mind. His cock morphed inside of her, changing in variety in girth, length, texture and more. She was creating a river of juices that waterfalled down her cunt whenever it wasn’t plugged by his organ.
He then each reached out, grabbed her full by her mane, earning a muffled yelp and made her stare at him while he continued to fuck her. “I want you to remember this mother, for after all this is done, you will be forgotten. You will be a distant memory and I will bury any and all traces that you were ever free. My lust for you is the closests you will get to paradise, perhaps even love.” A slow push to her core. “Making these eggs, will be the closest to motherly love you will ever gain and receive.” He hilted and stared at her with a hardened gaze. “After the eggs are laid, the world, Equestria and the hive will not have anything to do with you ever again.”
Fear isn't even the closest to emotion Chrysalis was experiencing right now. And despite the ecstacy her body was dealing with right now, she was feeling the dread and threat that Pharynx had made.
It worked and he made sure she knew. He began to fuck her with vigor, seeing these emotions play over her face. Her body contracted with ecstasy but also with pain as she tried to fight him off, going as far as to harm herself to stop what was to come.
Pharynx groaned as he felt his mother squeeze around him, knowing that there was nothing she could do. His dark nature allowed him to enjoy this as his mother trashed around, but he did know that she would willingly hurt herself if it meant freedom.
Using his magic, he poured some love into her, causing her tantrum to ease down a bit, as he also added in a light calming spell with the mix. Her body slumped a bit, while her eyes half dropped, an almost asphordisasic took over though she tried to fight it.
“Yeahhhhh…” He half moaned as he poured the magic in her. “That… is a new trick I learned from Princess Cadence, after we opened a few brothels in Equestria. This is used to help those get over any anxieties they have of their first time with a changeling or… those who wish to recover from sexual abuise.” He shuddered as her whole frame relaxed, allowing him easier pistoning within her.
“You know mother, if you had negotiated with the Equestrians on the concept of brothels earlier, we might have actually stayed with you.” He leaned down and rested his head on her big breast, giving each one a small kiss or suckle. Chrysalis remained under but mentally in aunquish. “The brothels would have received twice the amount of love then captured ponies, not to mention the amount of bits and the name we have acquired.”
His thrusted was now echoing in the chamber, slapping balls against her ass with squelching noises as the fluids meshed. Pharynx latched onto her nipple, suckling away and kept his pace up, maintaining it while still keeping his mother calm.
The eggs in his sack were eager and he knew he was getting close. Her orgasms were lost on him but his was the more important one, for it contained life and it will bring forth a better age.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her back, crossing his arms and picking up the pace. Her body shook with his as he continued to fuck her through relentless effort. The two eggs were rising from his sack along with the fluids about to be unleashed. His huffs came from his nostrils, as he continued to suck on her breasts.
Chrysalis felt her body gushing with a pure euphoric endless feeling from this rutting that made it impossible to really feel angry anymore. Her mind was mush but her body was in elysium as her son continued to ravish her like a proper king would. Her body welcomed him now, preparing to receive his offerings.
Pharynx was now going fast and hard, with his years of training building him to have the stamina and will to make this count. His ovipositor from inside her poured a lot of his fluids to begin the process and feeling the eggs soon approaching, began to flood or womb.
“I’m cumming mother,” He growled, while looking up at her hazed eyes. “I’m gonna fill you up with our eggs, you fucking bitch! You're gonna bring forth our new queens and give us a new hive!” Finally he slowed his thrusts but slammed against her cunt, trying to push and move his eggs forward, feeling the soft bumps move from his sack up his base into his phallus. He growled as he continued to slam into her, making the juices pour from like an endless waterfall and making the puddle that started small, into a large area of liquid muck.
Pharynx viciously slammed hard against her, hilting himself all the way in her, as the eggs finally made it to his tip and pushed into her cervix, with each egg flowing into her womb without restraint. The first one passed, followed by a gush of fluids, then the final one slid past his tip and allowed a powerful blast of his essence into her body to keep the eggs within her safely.
It was also at this moment, did he remove the clamp from her mouth, to allow the loudest and most beautiful moan leave her mouth that echoed through the chamber and shook her body to the core. Her body eagerly accepts the eggs and allows herself to be bred fully. The warm orbs that carried the future queens settled nicely and safely within her, until she would be ready to lay them in a few weeks to a month.
Pharynx stayed locked inside of her body, flaring his base to keep any and all fluids inside of her. She was bloated, making her glow with maternity already, a small, barely visible adoration of it on her features.
The purple changeling sighed as he rested against her breasts, feeling her heavy heartbeat against his ears. They relaxed and rested for a time, allowing their bodies to recover without a word.
After five minutes, did the first few words that he heard from her ever come out.
“When I get the chance Pharynx, I will kill you.” It was soft, it was even, possibly due to post coitus and the endorphins leaving her body and the withheld rage that dwelled within her was tampered with.
The changeling said nothing, only remaining on her breasts and choosing not to indulge in her threat. Instead, he rubbed her belly where he could feel the bumps of his eggs and the fluids they floated in.
“They will be better than you in every way,” he commented, ignoring her threat. “They will be loved, they will give love and they will be the mothers to a better hive.” He lifted his head and looked at her. The intensity was hidden behind the fading lust, so her frown was slowly forming. “And like I said, when they are ready, your role here in this life is finished.”
She said nothing. He pushed himself up and away from her, allowing his base to unswell and leave the warm confines of her body. Though his fluids were to encase the eggs within her, some did pour from her, the excess amount as well as any ejeculation fluids that remained within her.
Once out and up, he stared down at her form. She was still beautiful, more so now that she was holding life within her and the only thing that made him feel any remorse was that the eggs had to be carried by a vile fiend like her. Pharynx glared at her though it wasn’t as strong.
“I will come in everyday to check on you,” He spoke evenly but withheld authority. “-to make sure you and the eggs are fine. I will feed you with as much love as they need.” He pointed at the eggs within her. “But not enough to set you free. Most of the love will go to them regardless but know should anything happen to them,” His eyes narrowed. “I will continue to do this to you every time, every day until they are born. If you had any heart inside of that cold husk of yours, you best stay put and not harm them.”
Chrysalis finally regained most of her emotions back though her need to yell, scream or hurl obscenities had faded. Instead, a small smirk played on her lips. “So… there still some bit of me in you, Pharynx.” A fanged grin formed. “You still need to give authority and feel the need to protect your queen. My, my, what would your idiot, spineless coward of a brother would thing that you broke me free from my prison, only to hide me, rape me and to create a secret brood under his nose. Hmm?”
Pharynx gave a small shrug. “What he doesn’t know,” He responded. “But… you are right, maybe there is still a part of you in me.” He frowned and cocked his head to the side. “But it's not the part you want, the part where you think I am loyal to you. It's the part where I remain loyal to the hive.”
Chrysalis instantly growled. “I. AM. THE. HIVE!”
He shook his head. “No, at least not anymore. And I will keep it that way.” He turned around to leave. “As for my brother, he would willingly put his life before the hive, as would I. Something that you would never do, so I would watch who you call a ‘spineless coward,’ mother!”
As he left, he heard her scream out. “You did not deny him as an idiot!” Half tauntedly called out. “And that idiot will doom you all to extinction!”
Pharynx gave a scoff. ‘An idiot yes, but he has a heart and it's in the right place.’ He thought, leaving her to her area.
For the next several weeks, Pharynx would visit and pay his mother a visit. He would feed her, check on the eggs as they swelled within her and would occasionally use her body to settle his lust.
While she would scream at him every time he did, he did learn that hearing her moan at the end was worth it, especially after the spell he casted on her.
With each day, her belly grew and now wanting to damage the eggs, started fucking her in different ways. The binds he bought were tethered to the wall and floor, but after some arrangements, he replaced them with chains. These were a bit magical and that any rapid or brash movements from her would snag or hitch if she tried to attack or run.
Slow movements were allowed, though only with his magic to release the clip that kept them tied. She grew frustrated with this, trying to do everything she could to escape but he knew that this may end up damaging the young, so he explained and reminded her, should anything happen to them, they would do this all over again.
“And so what!” She yelled, “You are planning to kill me either way!”
“Maybe,” He responded cooly, “Maybe not, but I will do what I must to make sure they are born and if I have to put you out in order for them to live, then so be it!”
She fought back less after that. The weeks came and their usual routine of feeding, maintenance, checking the eggs and fucking had become normal. The disgust that her son fucked her long faded out but the annoyance remained.
With her giant belly, her demand for love grew and he knew that he had to be careful with the excess he poured into her. Enough for her and the eggs, not a drop more.
After the sixth week, the time came for her to lay.
The witnessing of eggs being laid was… spectacular and messy. Her back on the floor with her head propped up, the chains rattling as she groaned as they were ready to leave her body. Pharynx spread her legs and watched, with a raging hard-on, as birthing fluids along with pussy juices came out from her, a mixture which he tasted directly and found so appealing, that he had reservations about snuffing her.
He helped numb her pain with the spell he had used on her prior, to actually make it more appeasing. The first gush of fluids squirted from her hole as the egg slowly was seen within her hole then began to push its way out.
A moan left Chrysalis as she pushed a light green with violet highlights out from her. The egg spread her pussy open, the fluids making it so much easier and better as it slid out of her. Pharynx stroked himself as he watched the future queens being laid.
The half of the egg was out, causing Chrysalis to gasp in slight discomfort at the stretch but moaned as it slowly slid out the rest of the way, landing on a comfortable thick blanket. A powerful gush of juices flowed from her as it plopped down, some of it making it on Pharynx as he continued to stroke himself.
Her breathing labored but no pain came, settling a moment before she grunted and moaned as the second egg began to make its way out. The process was the same but the first one made it much easier for the second one to leave her as it did, she moaned much louder as it almost came out much quicker.
Pharynx gave a small gasp as he was reaching his end, watching the spectacle before him, pre flying around and landing on or near the egg.
The second one had the same base color but with a baby blue tint to it at the sides. With the final egg leaving her body, Chrysalis released the loudest moan and gushed like a geyser as fluids coated the blankets, the eggs and Pharynx. That in and of itself triggered him and he came hard, shooting thick changeling goo on the eggs and at her, trying to aim at her opening.
Both changelings continued this before wearing out in a state of orgasmic bliss, though one was much worse due to the labor. They laid against their backs, breathing heavily at the recent happenings, with not much else to go on.
Chrysalis had passed out shortly after, seeing as they were bigger eggs and weighted more than normal eggs. Praetorian eggs tended to be more taxing on her and it would be with rarity that she laid them. It had been centuries since the last one.
When she awoke, she saw Pharynx had cleaned the eggs and held them carefully wrapped in a dry blanket now, in his arms.
She blinked and a small frown, a slight hint of fear coming from her tired voice. “So… now that they are laid, are you going to end me now?”
He stared at her, those eyes seeking an answer that did have him plagued with desire to answer and while the world would be better without her, he knew he couldn’t let them know what he had done.
But he also knew that she could prove to be an asset of sorts in the future. His response, “For now, no. I need to make sure that they will properly hatch in a few days and then after, give them hope that they will be our future.”
She blinked at that. “Then what? Keep me chained down here like a rapid animal?”
He smirked. “Well, that was the idea but if you are willing, I could get Thorax down here as well as the Princesses as the others to teach you all the frilly things about friendship and forgiveness, if you want.”
She visibly flinched from this. Huffing, she raised her chained arms. “At least give me some form of entertainment down here, other than wanting to fuck me to your content, Pharynx!” She snarled lightly.
“Will do.” He responded and turned away to leave. Thought Chrysalis called him out.
“Pharynx?”
He stopped and turned his head to her.
She looked at him, eyes filled with many emotions but one stood out more.
Acceptance.
“If you raise them to be better, to take care of the hive, then… I only ask that you teach them that I… I tried.”
He said nothing; he studied her, trying to find any deceit in her words or lies, but found none. He didn’t reply and turned away.
She was many things. Manipulator, Villain, Cheat, Liar, Sociopath, Manic, and many more. But one thing remained, even in the darkest corner of her heart.
Mother.
Thorax blinked and stared a bit in disbelief at what he saw. His brother held two eggs in his arms, both carrying royal queens inside. He seemed skeptical at the explanation.
“So… you're saying that you found these eggs inside of a wall in a cocoon where Chrysalis’s room was?” It sounded both nonsensical but at the same time, something that she would do.
Pharynx gave a shrug. “If you haven’t noticed, mother was always hiding things from us. Like that giant pool of liquid love to herself, something that she could have given us when we were low on reserves.”
Thorax stared at the eggs and his brother. “I… I find this hard to believe but I know that she would hide something like this, though I don’t understand why she didn’t come back for them.”
His brother shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“It does!” Thorax countered, his mood dropping. “I’ve been in her room before and I have never seen no hidden panel or wall or anything, Pharynx.”
His brother stared back at him stoically. With an calm and even, authoritative voice, he leaned in a bit. “If I told you the truth, you wouldn’t like what I would have to say. And if you told the hive, would they disband or usurp us for what was done to get them?”
Thorax shrunk at that. While he didn’t want to be a ruler, he did help create a better life for them all and it helped that the changelings were much happier now. Though this was much needed for when they found out that no new changelings were being born, this would have destroyed what they had built.
Sighing, the King gave a nod. “Okay, I would rather not ask. But… I need to at least know that this is all of them? Any more remaining eggs or secrets of Chrysalis have to be known as soon as possible. I would hate to think that she has something else to hide from us.” He paused and noticed, with a slight blush, that his brother’s ball looked less swollen without eggs.
Pharynx like the nude inside the hive and in their room(They no longer had nothing to hide inside of ‘their’ room now.) “Why are you-”
“As I said, the less you know the better, now come on,” He transformed with a pair of clothing on. “Let’s go announce to the hive that we have two eggs that could be queens one day.” He pulled his brother close and walked him out. “I am sure this is a cause for celebration and shit like that, especially when now, everyling can contribute to help raise them to be a kind and gentle queens. One where both of them can live with hope for tomorrow and love by their subjects.”
Thorax liked the sound of that and he pushed the mystery of the eggs to the back of his mind. He didn’t like to lie to the hive, but for now, it had to be done. For the Survival of their kind, for the continuation of their species.