Blurred Beauty
“Damnit! How did she escape?!”
Queen Chrysalis looked upon her holding chambers and saw the distinct lack of a pony inside, with barely any disturbance telling of how they managed to escape.
She angrily huffed and stomped forward to the four splotches of taffy-like changeling goop on the black rock wall, leaning close to them to spot any oddities while her personal guard stayed a short ways behind her. Using her left hand, the large and voluptuous changeling picked at the sticky goo, finding some tears in the interior’s surface, where the prisoner must have yanked their arms out from, but eventually she found a small hole, seemingly pried open by a tapered cone.
“Her horn,” The Queen muttered, “She used the point of her horn to weaken the material. If I’d only trapped that up too...”
“Um, do we need to do anything, my Queen?” The guard asked, slightly fearful of his ruler’s anger.
Chrysalis scoffed and said, “No, I’ll just have to move my schedule up.” She started briskly walking back out of the room, the guard quickly following. “It was only a matter of time before the damned magician escaped, I just didn’t expect it to be this soon...”
“Um, Rarity?” Spike asked hesitantly as he kept walking through the nearly pitch-black cityscape of Neigh Orleans, right hand desperately grasped onto his crush’s left. “Are you sure this is really the best idea?”
Rarity sighed thoughtfully, trying to keep a level head despite the near-anarchic-dystopia that had become of Equestria. “I believe so,” She eventually replied, “All of the Princesses have been captured by here, so without the Elements at our disposal, I don’t think we have a chance. We had to split up to find a replacement for dear Twilight, and as for who that would be, I can’t think of anypony who would work better, no matter how much I loathe to admit it.”
“Yeah, but...” The drake shuddered a bit and gripped the mare’s hand a bit tighter. “How would we help Twilight? I mean, she’s not just captured, but is controlled by Chrysalis...”
“I’m... not sure,” The pony replied, looking down at her dimly lit friend, “We’ll have to take it as it comes, I suppose.”
Spike grunted in assent, thinking for a moment before responding, “Twilight would probably have some sort of plan for this...”
“No doubt she would spend days working through all the details and possible disturbances, though,” Rarity bantered, giggling softly at the memories.
The dragon held a somber smile as well. “Yeah, she was a bit nuts, but...” Some tears started flowing from his eyes, barely visible in the black sky, “I miss her.”
The pearl unicorn stopped walking to kneel down and hug her friend, letting him vent some of his emotions. “W-why did that... bitch have to twist her like that!?” He wailed, wrapping his own arms around the soft pony’s shoulders and clenched his eyes shut, more tears streaming down his face.
“Let it out, Darling,” Rarity cooed, holding tightly onto hit while letting a few tears of her own shed at the gross disfiguring of one of her dear friends’ mind.
After several seconds, the tears slowed, allowing the two friends to pull back a short ways and look each other in their dimly lit faces. “Are you alright, Spike?” The mare quietly asked, getting a nod from the drake as her wiped the tears from his face. “Good, now-”
A sharp cracking sound startled them as they tried to pull away, making them both jerk away from each other and look towards the direction the sound came from, shaking slightly in fear. A short while passed in silence before the unicorn exhaled and looked back to the left to check on her friend, only to find that he wasn’t there any more.
“Spike?” Rarity called, quickly standing up and looking around frantically. “Spike!” She tried again, yet the city responded with only silence. She started panting now, but before she try anything else, a sharp pain suddenly stung at the back of her head and everything went black.
Rarity groaned as she rose back into consciousness, a pain in her head forcing a hand to it as the blackness around her mind started to slowly fade, being replaced by a cool air around her body with uncomfortable rocks pressing into her back.
The mare eventually managed to sit up, rubbing her eyes with both hands to clear them before looking around at the area she was in, being some large room with black rock walls and green crystals that lit it up surprisingly well. It all seemed oddly familiar, and sinister, but before she could think too much on it, her attention and eyes turned to the hard surface poking her in the rear, finding that there was no clothing between the two!
“Eep!” The unicorn yelped while whipping her hands onto her breasts and crotch to cover them, her face blushing a shameful crimson at the idea of looking so undignified. She soon attempted to call on her magic to summon up some of her emergency clothes, but the magic was interrupted a short ways up her horn.
Looking up towards the spike atop her forehead, Rarity saw some stiff and thick green gel on it, the realization of her situation quickly dawning on her.
“Ch-changelings,” The mare muttered, shivering slightly from fear as she rose to her feet, keeping her hands firmly clasped around her lady parts. “They have me now... but... why am I so unrestrained?” She asked looking down at her exposed form.
“I wanted it to be more fun!” A dark, malicious, and... dare she say, salacious, voice called from behind her, making her quickly whip around to see a dark entryway into the room she was in with a large, imposing, and sexy creature walking through it.
‘“Salicious” and “sexy”?! Where are these thoughts coming from?!’ Rarity asked bewilderedly in her mind; her eyes, however, roaming the figure before her.
Queen Chrysalis trotted in in a manner not dissimilar to fashion models on a stage, working well with the tight-fitting green dress she wore that went from her shoulders to just above her knees, though more more strength was held in her posture, possibly due to the other factors she clearly showed. Her immense size, for one; she looked nearly two and a half meters in height, with the rest of her body scaled up in a higher proportion than usual. Her breasts, yes--their medium beachball size heaved with her every breath, yet remained firm and perky all the same--and her large, bulbous rump as well, but the main feature drawing the fashionista’s attention was her muscles.
The changeling queen’s muscles were incredibly large, yet not disproportionately so, and the ones on the arms and legs bulged while those on her chest rippled with their owner’s every movement, accentuating their size and making her seem so much more intimidating. The tight dress that so perfectly conformed to her body not compressing the swollen muscles in the slightest, showing off their firmness as well, no doubt able to utterly demolish the unicorn appreciating them with hardly a sweat.
Said unicorn could only imagine as of now how that sweat would actually look, pouring down those abs and tracing their every bulge and curve, trailing across her biceps and being flung off by their straining bulges as she lifted hundreds upon hundreds of kilograms with no more that a quiet grunt, her power unable to be stretched by even the heaviest of objects...
A patronizing cackle from the dark creature finally broke Rarity from her reverie, having leaned forward so far that she was forced to flail her arms wildly in an attempt to keep herself upright. Eventually she landed back solidly on the floor and shook her head out of slight shame, but the newfound attention to her body made her realize that her thighs had practically no friction when they rubbed together, making her head turn sharply down to look at them.
Chrysalis cackled again as a piercing shriek echoed through the cave, the pony that made it slapping her hands back to cover her breasts and frothing crotch--having moved away in her admiring rapture--only for a sharp moan to leave her lips as the warm surface smacking against her blazing and drenched sex pleasured her so abruptly. For a short while did the ivory captive attempt to keep her hand over her crotch without further stimulating it, though the pleasure gained thereby only forced that hand to move and perpetuate a cycle of lust and writhing.
Eventually, though, the pony managed to tone it down to a manageable level, allowing her to glare at the black monster now only a short distance before her, though that visage once again caught her eye in such a pleasurable way. The toned-down chuckles made the huge, heaving chest bounce and jiggle beneath the skin-tight clothing, the uncovered arms being folded beneath those mounds which only made them seem more massive.
“Enjoying yourself, are we?” The Queen then taunted, forcing the awed face of her prisoner back into a hindered glare, shaking with pleasure and effort with constant failings of glancing back to the bulging muscles, mountainous mounds, or the thunder thighs below.
“I... w-w-what? ...Nnngh!” Rarity asked, though her words quickly devolved into a strained moan as she tried to ignore the blazing wet furnace in her loins.
“‘What?’ What do you mean ‘what’?” Chrysalis taunted again, laughing yet again and forcing those vexed blue eyes to linger once more on her incredible, bountiful breasts. “‘What did I do to you?’, do you mean? I did nothing to you; your lust and writhing is only coming from yourself,” She asked and answered, watching over the little squirming pony who was experiencing far worse effects than most that gazed upon her magnificent form.
“Or, perhaps do you mean...” The changeling unfolded her arms and folded them behind her head, making them bulge even more while she pushed a leg out of a slit in the dress, exposing its thick and firm physique to the cool around around her, “‘What happened to make me like this?’”
The pony’s eyes quickly darted to said leg, unable to stop examining its incredibly sexy size and firm muscles, making a grin rise on its owner.
“Well,” The Queen began to respond with that grin so clear in her voice, “When you have four alicorns that are so utterly enraptured by yourself, the love you can get can be a little much...”
The captive soon found herself similarly enraptured by the massive frame once again as the muscles on it flexed and bulged, their visage leaving herself panting with lust by the time she shook herself back into awareness. Instead of trying to respond to the statement, she instead traced the tight and glittering green piece her captor was wearing with her eyes, finding it oddly familiar...
“W-wait...” She stated, her voice husky and broken from all the fluids lost down her thighs, “I-I made that...”
Chrysalis cackled anew at the revelation, the look of shock on that naïve pony’s face all too priceless. Her bobbing and heaving chest made said pony stare with a further slacked jaw, though now with drool beginning to pour from them, not even stopping when she finished laughing and shook her breasts around a bit to watch in amusement at wide blue eyes followed their every move.
“That’s right,” The dark creature responded, finally letting her captive break from her reverie. “I am surprised, though, that you didn’t suspect anything of my measurements, as your experience would no doubt allow for envisioning the form of the customer, but yet...” She moved her arms outwards to stretch them while pushing her chest out to nearly tear the thin green fabric holding her massive mammaries, yet it held to accentuate their size so lewdly to their watcher, “You still completed it with no quarrels whatsoever.”
Rarity had to gulp to clear her parched throat, the huge creature before her taking up most of her cognitive functions, though some were left to recall how oddly large the measurements she had were, but still made the dress out of generosity and not wishing to disparage her client. However, something of said client’s statement caught in her mind, making her ask while short of breath, “H-how would you know that I didn’t question it?”
“It’s simple,” Chrysalis replied while relaxing her arms back down to her sides as she leaned forward, pushing her face near to her ivory captive’s. “My little changelings have been watching you.”
The pony gasped at the explanation; something about that sneering ebony face on those large, luscious muscles in combination with the quiet, almost breathy words and the controlling meaning of them made her feel so... submissive, like she was totally and utterly helpless, unable to even think of rebelling as she so truly wished to remain there.
She then fell onto the floor, writhing on her side as she rubbed breathlessly against her pussy in an attempt to sate the blazing sensation, the thought of submission throwing any idea of escape under her burning lust. The deep cackle that echoed from above her only furthered the idea of her weakness, making her feel like a joke against the mountainous changeling queen, as though she were no more that a toy for the royal to play with.
Gasping and moaning accompanied shlicking and plapping as the once-pristine unicorn dirtied herself on the hard rock ground, unable to restrain herself against the incredible pleasure of her submission, using her hands to go to town on her poor, abused snatch. Sliding and slapping, penetrating and hooking, these were the motions of the marejuice-covered white fingers as they tried so desperately to give some relief against the flaming wall of lust, though the shattering orgasm that should have no doubt came was held just out of reach no matter how long she went on for.
After what felt like hours of squirming in her juices and trying and failing to get herself off for reasons she knew not, a huge black leg pressed against one of her arms, prying it way from her pussy and dragging its attention to the smooth, muscular surface, only to be joined by its other when the leg lightly kicked at the pouring faucet upon her loins. Her drenched hands went up and down the meaty pillar, practically worshipping it as they covered it in their owner’s juices, the mare being pulled into a kneel to get better access while her hefty and heady breaths tingled against its now-slick surface.
It was not to last, however, as Queen Chrysalis eventually pulled her leg away from the pitiful pony below, letting her stare with slack-jawed and drooling lust at merely her lower leg. “While this admiration is fun,” She begun, noticing the perking of ears being the only indication that her words were being at all heard by her prisoner, “I did take you here for more than just to keep the Elements apart.”
With no real response to her statement, the bulging and buxom changeling shrugged and pulled the dress out from the leg-slit, exposing more and more of her thick thigh meat, until something rather unexpected made its appearance, finally managing to get some words from the enraptured mare.
“Holy fuck...”
The dark creature’s massive stallionhood hung just past its owner’s knee even while flaccid, a thick black sheath at the base with the vibrant, almost glowing green of the shaft holding bulging and pulsing veins along its surface, all leading to a wide and dilated flare that looked nearly a heart in shape.
Of course, one could not discount the humongous black balls hanging below the royal’s crotch, their girth slightly compressed between their owner’s thunder thighs, only serving to accentuate their immense volume. Though, a thick layer of sweat on those swollen orbs was also of note, trailing down the wide curve and dripping off of the bottom as to further taunt any viewers. The musk there could soon be seen emanating from those huge globes, so thick was its potency--the scent of it was also so incredibly strong, smelling so potently of masculinity and sex that any calm-demeanored individual would be almost immediately reduced to a writhing pile of hormones as their senses were overloaded with the thick odor.
With someone a bit more lust-filled, though?
Chrysalis could hear the splashing of marejuice as it splattered onto the ground, the previously only lustful expression of her captive became bathed in sexual intent that left her mind unable to process anything, a slutty face with hearted eyes and tongue hanging out being now the expression of who was once a ‘refined and elite fashionista’.
The usual dark cackle echoed through the chamber again, its progenitor watching her captive while she pulled her entire dress further up her body, revealing all the firm and luscious muscles of the changeling’s dark, smooth body. The green clothing was soon pulled entirely off of her, before getting thrown to the side in a casual heap, its use having run out.
“Like what you see?” The Queen taunted while swaying back and forth, letting her huge, hefty breasts and the massive stallionhood down below swing back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm, the crystal blue eyes of the lecherous unicorn tracking their position with incredible vigilance. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”
Rarity could not form any complex thought at that moment, her mind so utterly fixed on the beautiful and sensual body before her, the lovely attachments down under and the musk produced thereby not doing her any favours. So, when said attachment started to grow erect, lengthening and becoming harder while raising up as if to better show the sweat-laden nuts beneath, the mare felt herself about to pass out from the sheer orgasmic pleasure rocketing through her mind, regardless of her actual orgasm being stopped.
Her balance was so precarious, with her hands placed against the floor and shaking arms holding her upper body up, that a meaty slap of that magnificent cock against her cheek sent her falling sideways over onto her back, though her eyes never left the monstrously large appendage as it grew yet harder. Some glowing green fluid began to coalesce on the vibrant cock, precum slowly flowing from the urethra and then sliding down the flare to its rim as the whole mass was moved above the fallen fashionista.
A hefty drop of the translucent fluid then dropped from the cock’s tip and onto the ivory face below, splattering on the mare’s muzzle and getting all over her lips, a tongue subconsciously darting out to slurp it up.
While Rarity may have thought the musk to be powerful and entrancing, this liquid, this precum was far more so; it was a tangible thing she felt on her tongue, sliding around with its viscous mass and plastering the taste buds with a rich salty flavour that screamed so strongly of sex that the pony could hardly take it. She knew this fluid was just the precursor to something even greater, and so she knew she needed more of it if only to finally taste whatever godsend that would cum next.
That thought managed to motivate the exhausted unicorn enough to get past her lethargy and rise to her knees, eyes still transfixed on that mammoth member as her hands went to grasp around its firm enormity, seeming so much bigger now that she could feel it. As more precum bubbled out of the urethra and trailed down the flare, a saliva-drenched tongue quickly lapped it up before slurping all around the broad cock-head, slobbering all over it and often darting back to ingest even more of that delectable precum.
A firm grip was soon placed on the back of the intoxicated mare’s head, pressing her muzzle harder into the drooling prick and then forcing her to the side so that she may pour out even more lust upon the length of the enormous shaft. A soft coo of a moan escaped the owner of the monolith’s lips, telling of the pleasure she felt from the slobbering up and down her dick, and while the one causing it loved being able to please the dark and mouth-watering creature above, she didn’t feel like she was doing enough.
And so, after what felt like an hour of spreading saliva everywhere on the huge green pole and the thick black sheath, Rarity went down on the nearly basketball-sized testicles hanging enough to show their immense weight, though remained high enough to still feel connected to the cum-cannon that now resided above her head. Her wet, drooling tongue salivated on those huge, girthy orbs, the proximity to her muzzle practically shoving the musk into her nostrils and forcing more pleasure to rock through her mind and body, forcing a hearty shudder from her.
However, with how immense those big black balls were, the ivory pony had to take her hands off the thick legs where she subconsciously put them to help balance her so that she may place them on the massive globes, helping to grapple with their massive size in her mind while rubbing and groping their slick surface and hefty weight. More deeper and longer moans left the Queen’s mouth, her hands having went to slowly stroking her rock-hard shaft to help the submissive captor in pleasing it, the wild and crazed motions from that mare was certainly not enough to get herself off all on their own...
A strong magical yank back on Rarity’s mane pulled her back and up to press her muzzle into the frothing flare of the royal stallionhood, the piercing look from its owner so powerfully telling her to get on with it.
So get on with it the pearl unicorn did--or tried to, at least. She stretched her jaw out as far as it could go, using her hands to grip on that huge cock and shoving into her gaping maw, though with no success. Her years of refined practices may have kept her body beautiful and thus paid off in most areas, though when it came to pleasuring her Queen, they most definitely failed.
“Ugh, can you not even suck a cock?!” Chrysalis shouted, using her own hands to shove back onto her prisoner’s (and soon-to-be broodmare’s) mouth while gripping her shaft with jade magic to push it it harder and straighter, though she still couldn’t fit her monster cock into the little pony’s mouth.
“Oh, you are useless!” The changeling yelled as she threw her captive onto her back and magically yanked her legs apart, exposing the drenched snatch between them. “At least this part isn’t going to have such a hard limit,” She said while stomping angrily over to the fallen and shamed mare, leaning over her to plant a hand near her head to keep them nearly parallel while the well-endowed creature’s other hand went to her cock so that she could angle it down to the quickly winking and spurting sex.
As much as Rarity was ashamed of being unable to suck her Queen’s cock, she was more terrified of it plunging into her lower depths, as its size would surpass twofold even the largest of stallions she had bedded before, stretching her tunnel to the point of breaking and forever leaving her vagina a gaping whole that could only be filled by the massive monolith before her.
However, what the previously prim pony had not considered was the pleasure that would come with all of it, rendering all of her fears irrelevant.
That pleasure started with the broad and soft--relatively speaking--flare pressing into her engorged labia, the force behind it stopping any slipping that should have come with the immense about of slick fluid covering it. Harder and harder were the genitals forced together, hand pushing the green shaft and magic pulling on the white legs, the act so desperately wishing for the sexual entrance, though it remained stubbornly just out of reach until...
SHLURP!
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
The flare popped in with a lewdly wet noise and a pleasured scream came from the mare it was popped into.
“Ahhhh...” Queen Chrysalis then moaned as she finally felt her shaft pierce her prisoner’s previously pristine pussy, the head constricted by the tight tunnel and no longer feeling the pressure keeping it out, but now rather keeping it in. Her attention soon turned from her own pleasure to the ivory unicorn below, who was now arching her back and grasping at the ground in mind-melting ecstasy, her face its ultimate expression with her mouth wide open and tongue hanging out and eyes rolled up in their sockets to be hardly visible.
The massive changeling chuckled maliciously as she moved her hands onto the writhing mare’s waist, gripping it with intent while letting the white legs free of her magic to let them writhe and flail alongside the rest of her body. The breathless panting of the little pony was quickly infused with incoherent sputtering as she was pulled closer to her captor, the pole sticking into her being shoved deeper and deeper and deeper into her with no end in sight.
The tight tunnel clamping on the vibrant green cock clenched wildly, juice splurting as best it could from around the thick shaft stuffed into the over-stretched snatch, pleasure pouring out onto the royal’s excessive endowment and making her bit her lip in between moans of ‘Oh, yes,’ and ‘So fucking tight.’
Chrysalis, though, was still pushing forward, cramming her enormous dick into her soon-to-be-broodmare’s tiny pussy, thick, bulging veins slightly indenting the nearly circular hole she made of her captive’s entrance, managing to pleasure both creatures even more.
However, all too soon came a hard barrier to the Queen’s progress, her shaft barely even down to the medial ring yet, to say nothing of the girthier sheath below. She knew from experience that the barrier was the mare’s cervix, though with her recently acquired size, it was going to be far more difficult to push past it.
Not that that was going to stop her, though.
The changeling pulled out a bit from the mentally-broken pony, gripping onto her tiny hips and pulling her off until about half of what was just in her remained. Huge black muscles bulged in strain as their owner prepared, before yanking their ivory charge back down to slam back into her cervix, what felt like a hefty dent being dealt into it while the sputtering moans and slutty face devolved even further into a mien that could only be described as the apex of sexual bliss.
Chrysalis, on the other hand, was still frustrated at being denied entry into her little captive’s womb, and thus tried for another thrust--pulling her humungous cock back halfway before shoving it back it, only receiving a light amount more give into the barrier of entry. The length of that thrust wasn’t even enough to get her swollen, sweaty balls to move from their position sitting against the cold rock floor.
And so came another thrust, and another, and another, but at least she was making headway, as each and every time, it felt like that tiny barrier gave more and more, like it was just on the edge of bursting.
And with another hefty, final thrust, it did just that.
Rarity gasped as much as she was able in her current state, her eyes getting some distractedness in their intense glaze, though anything and everything she could do was swiftly thrown away by the massive, blazing, throbbing shaft within her going even deeper into her womb.
Chrysalis soon felt another sort of resistance against her stallionhood, though this one was more pliable and had a clear visual cue; the large distention beginning to grow on the flat white belly before her. She chuckled darkly at the sheer impact this was going to have on her little broodmare, though it gave way into a pleasure groan as she felt the slick insides of the stomach sliding against her flare.
When the Queen’s efforts reached her sheath, she took a moment to huff out a lustful exhale before gripping the pony bitch in her hands and pulling her down further, the meaty black part of her cock shurlping in just like her flare, though a bit slower due to the width of it all. She also watched in amusement the bulge in the white stomach become larger and larger, showing itself clearly to be made from a huge shaft pushing it outward from in the inside, making her laugh while she gathered herself before making her final charge at making this mare into a mere birthing station.
And charge she did, shoving her cock into the already overstuffed snatch while hauling the pony back, their black hips and white crotch meeting in a firm plap that could be heard echoing throughout the cave room. However, hefty, lustful breaths from the mating creatures soon took over the soundscape, a wet licking of lips then emanating from the breeder as she viewed in admiration the massive dick-shaped distention in her broodmare’s belly, the skin there now stretched so thin that the vibrant glowing green of her shaft could be seen through it.
Chrysalis couldn’t admire it forever, though, as she did intend to make the Element of Generosity her true broodmare, generously giving her body for the needs of the hive--and as a fuckpet to the Queen, of course. With that in mind, she started slowly pulling back out, hardly even paying attention to the mentally shattered gurgles coming from the mare, before her medial ring arrived just inside of the puffed, wrecked, and drowned lips of said mare.
The royal took no time to slam her shaft back into her bitch, now with enough force to truly make some noise! A hefty PLAP sounded out from the hip-to-crotch impact, the huge black balls below slapping into the white ass cheeks with some momentum they managed to build up, though it was hardly noteworthy.
That would not last, though, as the massive changeling pulled back again and thrust forward again, slightly faster this time and rendering a slightly louder PLAP from both impacts. Another thrust then came with louder sounds to accompany it, and another, even louder, and another, yet louder, quickly becoming a hastening rhythm of pulls back and shoves forward, a loudening PLAP PLAP PLAP synced with it in the soundscape.
A sort of masochistic pleasure was coming from the hearty slaps of her gargantuan balls on those plump, ivory buttcheeks, the soreness tingling them aggressively while the loosening tunnel around her pumping shaft kept more smooth and velvety--relatively speaking, of course, as it was still tremendously tight because of her huge cock.
The taut skin intermittently pressing against her flare wasn’t doing Chrysalis any favours in keeping her pleasure in check either, as the womb’s slick inside’s slightly slid across it with each thrust, no doubt smearing the precum that was pouring from her tip across it.
Still, the thrusting came faster and harder, the smacking louder and the pleasure even more pronounced, the royal’s mind being fogged unlike she had even been before at a lesser size, unabashed moans coming from her mouth, hardly noticeable though they were under the echoing slaps of her hips and balls.
Finally, the Queen could not go any faster, her strained muscles bulging and rippling with the force they exerted and the harsh sting on her crotch and nuts prevented her from mustering enough energy to do so. The pleasure, too, was unable to be ignored, as the immense heat and tightness around her shaft continued to tear moans from her throat and fog her mind--up to a point, however. The wave of raptured bliss that was an orgasm could be seen looming on the horizon, coming ever closer and tensing her loins in genitals in preparation before--
It finally came. Or, should she say, she did.
A last yank and push connected the pony and changeling at their crotches with no space in between, the final slaps echoing around before they were the ones being eclipsed. A scream of a moan shot forth from the dark royal’s lips, and so too did a deluge of semen burst forth from her cock, huge ropes of green goo being injected with incalculable pressure into the ivory mare’s womb, the huge bulge in her tummy distending further in an immensely lewd display.
The breeding remained as such for a long while; the orgasmic screaming from Chrysalis, her eyes rolled up and long tongue hanging from her mouth, the borderline-unconscious Rarity unable to even think with all of the steaming pleasure flooding her brain and forcing her body to shiver with unspent energy, all the while the cock-shaped protuberance in the pearl coat shifted and burbled from the cum rocketing out and into the womb, drowning the pole in a sea of semen.
The pony’s belly kept inflating, even after the one doing it had lost her breath and limped down, writhing in pleasure couldn’t imagine, her shaft still buried as deep as possible and cumming into her charge. What once was a mere flat white belly was quickly becoming a huge balloon as more and more cum filled it, the testicles from whence it came tensing and wobbling as they unloaded their pent-up volume into the new broodmare, hardly spilling from the snatch due to its intense tightness.
Eventually, things did have to calm down, the orgasm and the goo-filling thereby slowly petering off, though things were a bit different now. The changeling Queen was exhausted and filled with bliss, panting heavily as she slumped onto a very soft and large pillow, one that was very much not a pillow if one were to zoom out and see the huge, furry blimp of a belly that was stuffed to bursting with a stupid amount of changeling semen, the mare it was attached to lying on the rock floor, utterly unconscious and possibly in a coma from the ungodly amount of pleasure she had felt over the preceding events.
Regardless, though, pleasure was not quite the primary goal for Chrysalis, and so she slowly started to heave her huge and bulging frame off the soft belly of her broodmare, having to pull back hard with her hips to retrieve her girthy scepter from the tight canal in was lodged in. A loud and elongated shlurp could be heard as the cum-coated cock was extracted, ending with a wet pop that let the dark creature stumble back on shaking legs, an outpouring of cum coming from the destroyed pussy before her, though less than what one would expect.
“Heh...” The changeling managed to laugh while standing up a bit straighter, “My others were hardly larger than this... after the eggs grew to full size.” She gulped down some saliva into her parched throat and stretched her arms out to relieve their tension. “I wonder how large she’ll get...”