The first thing to piece her skull was pain. Not the blunt force trauma pain of being ejected from a city at a thousand miles an hour, or the sharp pain of Velvet's crop on her ass, but the slow, incessant hammering that comes when life just hates you and raids the fridge. Something awful threatened to come up from her throat and she forced it down. Her lips smacked together and came away tasting hideous along with the worst case of cottonmouth she'd ever had.
Queen Chrysalis blinked and hissed as the light hit her eyes. It was just short of dawn judging by the light stemming from the window, but she'd passed out under a fluorescent light. She tried getting up but making her blood flow for any task caused such a wave of vertigo that she collapsed back into a heap before she even moved. Why did she feel gross and sticky?
"What the hell happened?" Chrysalis asked herself. The only response sounded like a dropped bottle and some snoring.
Hurk.
Oh dear. That was coming up no matter what she said.
Chrysalis opened her eyes to the traitorous light and reached out. She was on something elevated. She pulled herself to the edge and discovered a tin bucket waiting for her along with a small note.
Use this as needed.
"Don't mind if I–urp!"
She heaved and emptied her stomach of whatever had been roiling around in there. As she wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist, she still felt full and... full.
That was supposed to mean something. She knew it did, but her head still felt stuffed with cotton like her mouth. She really needed a drink. Rubbing the crust out of her eyes with her other hand, she took a look at her surroundings. It was a bar that had been utterly trashed by god knows what. For those that currently weren't sleeping on tables, chairs had been lined up for passed out drunks to drool over. Berry Punch the bartender was sprawled over the bar, her shirt pulled up to expose her tits and instead of pants wore only black panties with acid green trimmings.
"Those are mine..." Chrysalis mumbled.
Ponies just old enough to no longer be considered jailbait littered most of the bar. Rumble was sleeping under the fire extinguisher with a dick drawn on his face. Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara were wearing each other's shirts as blankets and slept soundly by the barstools, Diamond cradling Silver's head as the latter rested on her breast. Chrysalis was pretty sure she saw Scootaloo's legs sticking up in the air on the other side of the bar.
"Damn kids." Chrysalis shook her head to clear the haze and tried to get up and someone's hand was grabbing her exposed tit.
Chrysalis had fallen asleep on a veritable throne of stallion flesh. Thunderlane and Caramel were oiled up and bare chested, glistening like models ready to be sculpted from marble, clad in only a skin-tight red banana hammock that outlined their impressive packages. Soarin the Wonderbolt... she swore on her life she remembered him entering with his uniform on, but here he was, dressed head to toe as a maid right down to the lace panties covering his exposed ass. Little Pipsqueak was the daring one and had either reached out in his slumber or feel asleep groping her chest.
"So you're the first of the group, hmm?" Chrysalis loomed imperiously on her throne. She commanded the first two stallions she saw to kneel before her as she sat on their shoulders, their heads like armrests. She beckoned forth Noteworthy and he kneeled before her as she kicked up her feet
Rumble looked completely and utterly lost on what to do, but the fearboner in his trousers was leading him directly to tonight's entertainment. She was no mere flash and pop party favor like that little slut Pinkie Pie. The freshly legal virgins were going to have to earn their happy ending and survive a few of her dances without touching themselves.
Her little harem had passed out on the pool table with her atop the pile. No wonder it felt like she had a cue ball shoved up her ass.
"Wait, that's not a billiard ball." Something else was in her nether regions and wanted to come out.
Her memory was coming back to her in pieces. Sweetie Belle had almost immediately started making out with Diamond Tiara, who invited Spoon to join in soon after. The Snips and Snails boys managed to reserve getting serviced by the spa sisters the entire night between times the girls were tonguing each other. Scootaloo got to do body shots off of Applejack after her tenth or so shot of vodka. Chrysalis expected the filly to be into that fruity drink bullshit, but she went straight for the hard stuff. And then straight to Applejack. From the start of the night, Chrysalis thought the pegasus had a thing for the Applebloom girl.
Must have been because Applebloom was busy being serviced by Chrysalis herself.
Applejack absolutely towered over the little pegasus in her arms. She might as well have been eating her face off with all the tongue going around. Many years of hard labor sculpted Applejack into an amazonian physique, and being around six and a half feet tall only helped enforce her as Ponyville's prima bachelorette. Applejack's hand was going south awfully fast, but Scootaloo seemed to love every moment judging by the way her tail twitched and wings buzzed. The two parted and gasped for breath before Applejack dragged the girl into the bathrooms where Chrysalis was pretty sure they would have company.
Chrysalis could watch them go from her position with her back was towards the bar. Specifically, her ass was towards Applebloom. The farm girl had filled out nicely since she came of age. She was nowhere near Applejack's level of deliciousness, but it was nothing time and experience couldn't fix. Both of Chrysalis' luscious ass cheeks seemed to roll independently of each other as she danced to the beat, jiggling her rotund derriere every which way. Soarin had already tried to bounce a bit off her ass. It did indeed bounce, and she didn't fault him for trying it at least once on the royal ass, but she still made him lick her boots. Rarity was also more than accommodating and brought over some costumes to help him remember his place. It was endlessly pleasing to see a chiseled stallion understand his place, and Soarin was a natural working the pole in a dress, heels, and lace.
Her massive ass still bounced hypnotically on Applebloom's thighs. This was the butt of royalty, perfectly thick and plump without being flabby. The ass was the centerpiece of a lap dance, but a lap dance—like anal sex—couldn't reach its full potential on ass alone. Chrysalis made sure her hands were moving at all time. Following the curve of her butt, her wide, child-bearing hips, cupping her tits and teasing releasing her mammaries just enough to keep the filly panting for more. Her chest was every bit as gravid and gravity-defying as her ass, perfect and rounder than most of the kids' heads; Rumble almost got lost in it when she made him give her a motorboat. Distracting ponies with her tits was her favorite part, because massive as it was, Applebloom never saw her ass coming until it was shoved it in her face.
"Whatever the fuck happened last night, I must have had a great time."
A party was truly great when no one remembered what the hell actually happened. For instance, she had no idea when she slipped into the bunny outfit she only now saw she was wearing. The bunny ears slipped over her turquoise locks survived her sleeping on top of a pile of bodies and last night's debauchery. She wore violently red heels topped with little white puff balls that clashed horribly with her black and green stockings. It probably belonged to Rarity, but was topped off with something that looked half bustier, half thong with a hole in the crotch. She only now realized how uncomfortable it was. Not because Rarity got her size wrong—she really needed to order some lingerie from the mare—but because her thing was stuffed to the brim with bits, banknotes, random crap, and an unsupported tit that could feed a starving orphanage.
"Bits, bits, more bits, banknote for fifty, a phone number, Berry Punch's panties, bank note for two hundred, bank note for two fifty, Rarity's panties..." She stuffed those back in. "And some notes."
Most of the notes were asking her to return next year. Rumble thanking her repeatedly, Scootaloo thanking her for making her muster the courage to ask Applebloom out, and a few others that made her scratch her head.
Good idea with Soarin.
Check your pants.
I have your pants. =P
Some smartass little pony had her pants, but where were the rest of her clothes? Besides the one on Berry Punch?
Chrysalis lost her balance and fell off the pool table, thankfully on the side away from her puke bucket.
"Hi, Rarity."
Rarity was underneath the pool table and dressed like a slutty Valkyrie. Her legs were armored except her her round, ivory ass, and her bustier stopped just short of her full titties. No way those were natural. Rarity was topped off with a beer bottle stuck on her horn and a necklace of condoms around her neck, and from the way her tail was sticking up, she likely had something wedged up her ass overnight.
Seeing Sweetie's reaction to her sister would so be worth it.
"I need a drink."
Whoever her mysterious benefactor was, they seemed to know how the night was going to go end down to a 't'. Underneath one of the barstools was a liter of water, a shot glass, and a sealed bottle of Apple Family Whiskey.
Your preference, as agreed.
It was the same curly, dignified font as the first note. Surely no one with an ounce of class came to the bar. Well, Rarity did. Who knew the fashionista could be so trashy? But the note maker knew her, and she faintly remembered something about a deal before trundling into the bar. Chrysalis dragged herself across the floor, tossing aside beer bottles in her wake. Her first obstacle was a burly Big Mac clad in loose trousers and bangles that would have suited a belly dancer. He was much too heavy to move, so she just crawled right over his chest as well, a task made easier given that he was oiled up just like her little harem. As her thighs coasted over his firm abs, she felt something in her nethers begin to harden and throb.
She cracked open the water and chugged, immediately spitting out a mouthful as she choked. She went back to chugging again and this time managed to hold it down and cease her intolerable cotton mouth.
Something told her not to drink the booze. It had something to do with that full feeling in her abdomen. Chrysalis blinked as she finished downing the water. There was a message taped to the bottom of the bottle.
Drink some alcohol.
On one hand, a mysterious and possibly untrustworthy person was leaving her messages. On the other hand, they hadn't led her astray so far. Bonus point: free booze.
Ignoring the feeling that there was something she was missing, she flicked the shot glass aside, tore out the cork with her teeth, and chugged straight from the bottle.
"Light a fire under my ass, your shit burns, Apples!" Chrysalis coughed, and then took one more gump.
The effect was almost instantaneous. She could feel each and every pony in the room. Everyone was giving off the same low hum, like static. They had all drank themselves stupid after last night and there were few sleeps deeper than drunk sleep. She could taste the ambient lust in the air and drank it in like a fine wine.
Alcohol had an unfortunate effect on Changelings. They still felt the same deleterious aftereffects, but they had one more than hit them like a ton of bricks: whereas it made ponies more free with their emotions, it made Changelings feel emotions as if they were ten times stronger than they actually were. Even if the smell wasn't a dead giveaway, just walking in the room was enough to make her a little lightheaded.
She managed to stand on shaky legs. She remembered agreeing to drink when she woke up bright in early. It was a mare. Who was it? She's find out later. Right now she wanted her panties back. Berry Punch was twitching a little on the bar since Chrysalis started making noise, but that didn't stop her from yanking down her drawers. The words drawn in permanent marker on her shaved pubes were.
BUG ENTRANCE ONLY
"Don't mind if I do."
She remembered Berry Punch from somewhere. She couldn't quite place where, and remembering was all the harder after drinking Rarity and Big Mac under the table. Chrysalis was already dressed in her rabbit getup, but Berry Punch had her full attention. Berry had her panties to her snout and was breathing them in like it was the only way to live.
"If I remememember one thing from this night, I want it to be this, My Queen." Like a good slutty vassal was to an equally slutty coming-of-age stripper, party favor, and queen, Berry Punch got on her knees and kissed Chrysalis's heels. She began sliding the panties on herself as she kissed up her long, ebony legs.
"Take them back in the morning. And do what comes naturally after that."
Her abdomen throbbed again, this time almost painfully. She was so very full after last night's orgy. These ponies stuffed her belly so full she didn't need to feed for another month. So much love, so much lust. Minors could finally consummate their relationships without having to keep it secret, or just experiment in order to find their preference. Their elders were there to guide them last night, with the Queen herself as ringmaster of the proceedings. Emotions ran high and for the queen, she was like a kid in a candy store.
The queen was ready to expand her brood.
Chrysalis' panties stretched as she ripped them down to Berry's ankles. She pushed them semi-conscious mare's knees to the side and hopped on the bar after three falls. The scent of Berry and her rising lust did wonders for Chrysalis' crotch. Alcohol had inflamed her own lusts along with what she tasted in the air. The orgy was enough to not only fill her belly, her brood was ready to be laid.
Was it lain? Or laid? Well, at least she was going to get laid.
The ovipositor was quickly extending from the confined of her slick vagina. It was long and sinuous; it had to be if it was to transfer her eggs to a nice, warm host. She lacked the medial ring of stallions or certain endowed princesses, but her cock head was much larger than even the girthiest stallion. The very tip opened like the petals of a flower, the perfect passageway to transfer her eggs.
"But that's just what you wanted, isn't it?" Chrysalis asked the semi unconscious mare. She put Berry's legs around her back and lined her dick up with Berry's slick entrance. A thin sheen of moisture drooled from her pussy lips, a product of last night and Chrysalis' own stimulation.
She was too full for foreplay though. That can be reserved for other mares, or Berry if she would be willing to receive an extra large brood.
It'd been so terribly long since she'd felt the warmth of a stallion or mare. The long, black and green member jutted from between her legs, now fully hard now that her own lust had received a jump start. She was proud of her pseudo penis, majestic and dribbling clear fluid, and she never better than when it was an inch from a hot cunt to fill.
Berry Punch's eyes opened and she gasped as Chrysalis rocked the first few inches of her cock into her. With another thrust, there was no sound except a strangled cry before her lips curled into a tight, bubbly grin.
"The Easter Bunny is back to deliver her eggs again! Woe is me!"
It might have actually been a good effort if Berry wasn't slurring every other word.
The half delirious Berry began rocking her hips back to meet Chrysalis' thrusts. The bartender had enthusiasm, but being in that state of mind where "drunk" had yet to pass into "hangover" didn't do much for coordination. Chrysalis watched her cock rock back and forth into that warm, inviting pussy, Berry's own vagianl juices lubing it up a little more each time she went back in to feel that heavenly warmth. The booze did wonders for one thing: it dimmed the pain of rough fucking. Chrysalis took a moment to let out a satisfied sigh before she grabbed Berry's hips and shoved herself deeper. Berry's tongue lolled about and she screamed, her tits shaking to the rhythm of the beat, making a naked Scootaloo and Applebloom on the other side of the bar stir.
"Come back this year to hide some eggs, Miss Bunny?," Berry asked between thrusts.
"Just shut up and let me fuck you!"
"Again? So greedy, Buggy Bunny. I hope you have plenty to hide this year. 'Specially fer the mayor, the bitch."
Chrysalis growled and slapped her hips into Berry, hilting her cock deep within the mare. Berry's screech of pleasure would have woken up the mayor if she wasn't already in the pile of bodies. There was something appealing about a mare with some dignity and age to her. Perhaps Berry's suggestion wasn't a bad idea.
The tips of her ovipositor flexed a little as it bumped into Berry's cervix. She filled every inch of the mare except for the last stretch. She could all but inhale the lust roiling off the mare, only now it carried the undercurrent of love. Love for her, love for another. A child of hers. Chrysalis struggled to breath through all the sensations she was feeling, both hers and Berry's.
She pulled back and thrust her entire, serpentine length as far as it would go, battering Berry's womb. The bartender couldn't tell pain and pleasure apart and just started moaning with every wanton thrust. She grasped her own breasts and began sloppily rolling the nipples between her fingers.
If she had a child, Berry was still awfully tight. Her pussy clamped down on her like a vice. As if sensing the thought, Berry wrapped her legs tightly around Chrysalis' back and her entire abdomen flexed.
Chrysalis screamed so hard she might have shattered Bulk Bicep's masculinity. Berry had such masterful control over her own cunt, it felt like she was inside a fresh, nubile virgin for the very first time. She wanted to pull out for another violent thrust if for no other reason than to punish the mare, but sheer stimulation kept her in place. Plus, Berry might have liked that shit.
Well, time to test it out.
She smacked Berry's ass so hard it left a handprint. Berry's cunt spurted and she moaned her release, coating her cock in even more marecum.
"This little bunny needs to breed like a bunny, but you're going to be bred my way, you little slut!"
She was determined to see this horny bitch full no matter what. If she was going to be pulling a stunt like that again, well, Velvet's crop was going to be a mercy compared to what she was going to do to that ass. The warm folds of a pony were far superior to ordinary hives. A mare's vagina provided warmth and protection. It was the perfect repository until they hatched, and Berry should treat the gift she was going to receive with a little respect!
But by god, even if she was going to plant them in a willing and slutty mare, she was going to fuck them in that slutty mare her way.
Berry finished panting, and her orgasm seemed to take some of the edge off. "I'll be good, bunny baby."
That earned another smack on the ass. And another on the other cheek for good measure. Berry had progressed so far, Chrysalis wasn't sure if her blush was from arousal or booze. Regardless, the throbbing in her egg sac told her that she had work to do. Part of her wanted to just keep driving herself to the hilt and be done with the mare, but now this was personal.
Berry was leaking fluids, both her own and the lubrication from Chrysalis' ovipositor. She hilted herself once more without resistance, but now she had a plan. She mashed her F-cup tits into Berry's and went straight for the literal throat. The first love bite made Berry hiss in pleasure and rock her hips back into Chrysalis, but she kept her pinned to the bar under the weight of her own fat ass. She brought her hands up and began massaging Berry's sides, utilizing her stripper knowledge to heighten pleasure without providing actual release.
The long, serpentine tongue of the Changeling Queen licked up and down Berry's sweaty flesh. She tasted like she was sweating out last night's bender, but it was the act of stimulation that counted. She was going to make this whore cum when she wanted. Just as Berry began to moan, Chrysalis picked another spot and bit down hard enough to mark her. That seemed enough to settle the mare.
"I'll be good, bunny baby," she repeated. "Just give me some of those eggs."
Chrysalis smiled and swiped her whole eight inch tongue across Berry's neck this time. Rather than deliver a bite, she sealed her lips over the taut skin and sucked hard, marking the mare as her own and the bearer of her brood.
Berry grunted, bit pinned as she was beneath her glorious queen, she finally relented and went limp.
"That's better."
Chrysalis rolled her hips back and smacked her hips back into Berry's. Their skin vibrated with the strike, although none would ever oscillate more than the Changeling Queen's magnificent ass. She couldn't help but grunt as she entered the mare again, fucking her like rabbit she looked like. During one of her thrusts, she held herself as deep as she could go in the mare and rolled her hips against Berry's mashing their clits together, causing the two two shiver together in their shared pleasure every time fat ass met drunk ass.
The smell of sex was beginning to recede in the early morning, but now the breeding pair were refilling the room with lust once more. She was leaking so much into Berry that she wasn't sure her eggs would just slip out once she'd planted them. Berry seemed eager to take them anyway. Chrysalis honestly believed the drunk would hold them as long as possible. It was a good thing alcohol would never be able to pierce the shell of a Changeling egg anyway.
She dug her knees into the wood of the bar top and began hammering herself into the mare faster and faster, filling the air with loud, wet slaps. Every withdrawal was countered by Berry trying to draw the cock right back in. Berry did not fight her in deciding the pace of their mating. Now that she didn't have to worry about an overzealous mare, Chrysalis could feel herself approach the threshold. It was easy to just sink herself into the mare; she was as snug as a blanket. Despite her irritation with Berry, she still wanted to get the mare off. At her pace. It wasn't too much to ask to allow her to impregnate mares with her eggs at her pace, considering she was invited to do just that.
Wait, who invited her to do that?
"That's it, my love bunny," Berry moaned. She wrapped her arms around Chrysalis' neck and pulled her into a kiss. Chrysalis' snakelike tongue dominated the drunken mare's even though she queen had a snootful of her own to deal with. She explored every inch of the mare's mouth in seconds, and each pass of her tongue made the feeling of love inside Berry grow more and more until the the love of her equalled the love of the child.
Chrysalis took up a more gentle rhythm, stretching her partner out to ensure Berry had enough space, but still keeping the mare's pleasure in mind.
"Just like that, bunny baby," Berry moaned before diving back into the kiss.
With each tap against the cervix, Chrysalis lost herself a little more in the lurid act. The tip of her cock caught in the tiny opening of her womb. Battering against it had spread enough of her lube to pass the eggs on, and numb the cervix for what was about to come. Her cock began blossoming like a flower, pushing Berry open.
"Time to hide some eggs," Chrysalis moaned. The two stopped kissing and buried themselves in each other's neck. She couldn't stop what was going to happen if she tried, and there wasn't a reason in the world to peel herself off a wet and ready cunt wanting to bear her fuuture children.
Her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps and she sped up her thrusts, bouncing bunny ears moving in time with her big butt. Her cock was starting to undulate and pulse with the coming eggs.
Chrysalis bit Berry's collarbone as she came. Her cock ejected spurt after spurt of fluid into Berry's waiting womb, lubing her up one last bit and making room for her eggs. The sac in her abdomen flexed as she orgasm in time with her jerking hips, forcing eggs to follow down the long passage into the mare. Berry grunted and moaned as each lump passed down her iron-hard cock, pressing into the sensitive walls of the soon-to-be pregnant mare. Each one produced rippling waves of pleasure as they passed down Chrysalis's full, impressive length and plopped unceremoniously into Berry's womb. Each thrust of her cock pushed the black and spotted green egg a little deeper, making room for its brothers and sisters inside the horny mare.
Berry came once again as her stomach started to swell with each and every egg. Chrysalis watched with a small degree of admiration as she counted each of her new children, but the orgasms kept on coming and soon the mare was nothing but a gibbering mess. Chrysalis let her arms roam Berry's curves, feeling her swell as the stream of eggs continued. Chrysalis gave a satisfied grunt as each egg fell from the tip of her spread cock, each one making her broodmare shake in delight.
All good things had to come to an end. Chrysalis' orgasm tapered off and so did the stream of tiny eggs. It was a good thing, too; Berry looked almost full term with child given how far her gut now extended.
When the last of that batch left her sac, Chrysalis regretfully withdrew herself from the mare. Berry was a panting and her fur soaked with sweaty from the ordeal and her belly was bursting with child. Her cunt leaked out a continuous stream of mare and changeling cum.
"You mares are never more beautiful than when you're pregnant.
Chrysalis promptly fell off the bar and onto Big Mac's sweaty and oiled chest, dozing off due to alcohol and exhaustion. Her cock leaked a tiny stream of fluid across Big Mac's thigh and marking him with her scent. Just as darkness claimed her vision, she looked up to the cruel lights of the bar... only to see one more note taped to the underside of the stool. All of the stools, in fact, the same note repeated endlessly.
You are the bunny.
You are the bunny.
YOU are the bunny.
YOU are the bunny.
YOU ARE THE BUNNY.
Berry, meanwhile, remained somewhat conscious. A pleased smile hung on her face, although it might have looked more like a stupid grin. She ran her hands over her bulging belly. She had only felt like this once before when she was pregnant with dear Pinchy. She missed this, the feeling of fullness and the knowledge that she was carrying life within her. The rumors that Chrysalis hadn't lost her touch were true.
She truly hoped Chrysalis would wake up soon. She had a lot of work to do, and the mares of Ponyville had been waiting for Easter for some time. The Easter Bunny was a proud tradition, and since there were only so many mares in Ponyville, the Easter Bunny had filled the role of bringing children to eager Ponyville mares. She'd wake her up herself after she gave the buggy bunny a little rest.
She couldn't stop herself from rubbing her tummy. So full. So happy she was to be having some kids. She lost track at around sixteen or so eggs.
"Mom?"
Berry turned her head. Ruby Pinch had unearthed herself from beneath the pile of Scootaloo and Applebloom. She must have had as good a time as the rest of the kids. Pinchy was missing her shirt and bra, along with pretty much every other mare in the bar.
"You're pregnant," Pinchy said, still trying to process what she was seeing.
"Yes I am, dearie."
"...Why?"
"Oh, a good reason." She gave her massive tummy one more affectionate rub and then looked over the side of the bar towards a twitchy bunny. "I just met your father."
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