Run out of Ponyville, laughed out of Fillydelphia and her latest attempt to blend into and garner some information from Manehatten had been a bust. Ever since meeting that unicorn in that two-bit town, bad luck had been Trixie's only companion. In a land awash with history and arcana, surely there had to be some kind of mystical artefact somewhere. Something, anything she could use to put that upstart in her place!

Trixie sighed, finally able to pull her caravan into a spot off the road to Trottingham. Maybe she'd find what she sought there, in that old town which still proclaimed itself as home to one of the finest museums outside of Canterlot's own. And if not that then... perhaps a unicorn willing to barter for training. Or willing to give directions to one who would.

Pots clanked against the small stove she kept in her caravan, some wilted lettuce and asparagus following quickly after in her magical grasp. She should be performing for the Princesses themselves! She should be entertaining foreign dignitaries!

"At the least, somepony else should be cooking dinner for Trixie," she muttered darkly, searching about for some dried vegetable stock. At least then she wouldn't have to eat like some common peasant.

The stove had only been lit before there was a knock at her door. The sight of a brightly painted caravan might well have attracted somepony's attention but it was far too late for a performance. Plus she was about to have her dinner; not even loyal fans came before such necessities. An artiste always needed time for herself to prepare for another day of crafting wonders.

Except the knocking didn't stop but only became more insistent the more intent Trixie turned to ignore it. Honestly, who did these ponies think they were? Were all the natives of this burg so inconsiderate of other's?

With a huff, Trixie set down her pots and stomped over to the door, determined to give whoever it was a sound earful that would ensure they never bothered another pony at such an unreasonable hour. The sun had barely set!

"The Great and Powerful Trixie demands an explanation for your inconsiderate imposition upon her domicile!"

A tall, hooded figure stood at the base of the steps that led to the door. In the dark of the evening, Trixie couldn't make out the face of whoever wore it but the bulge denoted that the wearer was a unicorn, at least.

"My apologies for intruding but there are rumours that you seek a great power."

The voice was low and hushed, rich and feminine - rather like her own. Surely a pony that styled herself after Trixie was one to at least listen to, to say nothing of how the prospect of her search finally coming to an end left her at least willing to consider this pony's words.

"And just what have these rumours had to say?"

The hooded figure turned to look up, revealing two green eyes peering out. They were quickly joined by a wide smile, the only features visible in the darkness.

"That you are willing to pay handsomely for any information."

It was true enough; her lockbox was a little lighter these days than she would have liked but Trixie made sure to keep a store of bits for a pony who was willing to part with the right bit of information. Any foal could tell her to look for the ancient castle in the forest just outside of town, after all.

"If you're here to waste Trixie's time then-"

"I have come with the knowledge of how you may gain the power of command over anypony you desire."

Mouth still agape, Trixie froze where she stood. The power of command? She could return to Ponyville and make that little witch into her personal hoof-stool! Or better still, force her to offer up her magical secrets! She could make everypony across the land attend her shows and cheer for her, just as she deserved! If it was indeed, true.

"If you would allow me to come in, I can divulge all the information you need to know about this powerful magic."

Hesitantly, Trixie stepped back and held the caravan's door open as the figure stepped up and entered. The mare—she was sure it had to be a mare—stepped through the interior to sit back on the bed; none of her chairs offered enough room for her to sit on.

From the bottom of the robe covering her body, Trixie could spy black hooves and a pale green tail. Strange colours for a pony but then having been so far to the edges of Equestria there'd been many strange sights.

Seated opposite the mare, Trixie levitated her lockbox over to herself.

"Now then, tell Trixie all about this spell." Oh, it felt so good to be charming somepony again, especially knowing just what she was getting out of it.

"I never said it was a spell." The mare chuckled. "Only that it is a powerful type of magic." Casting her hood back revealed a sight Trixie could not have imagined - the soft light of the lantern danced against a black carapace covered face and a blue-green mane. Her guess had been partially right, there was a horn on this creature but despite its similarity to a pony the horn was bent, highly pointed and longer than any unicorn's.

"Who... What are you?" Holding her lockbox a little closer to herself, Trixie moved back in her chair, away from this... creature.

"Who I am, is Queen Chrysalis." The robe levitated off in a green glow, exposing the rest of her black body. "And what I am, is your saviour; as long as you're willing to pay the right price, of course."

Trixie had heard of things like this, ponies making deals with demons with terrible, ancient rituals that would seal their souls and bind god-like powers to them. For a fleeting moment, it almost felt worth it to lord it over Celestia's own protégé. But that voice was so seductive, inviting her to do more than consider.

"What... what do you want from me?" Was she saying it? She was saying it, doing it; willingly.

The creature—the Queen—leaned forward, holding out a hoof strewn with holes that made Trixie shiver to look at, and lifted her chin up to regard that face and the toothy grin it bore.

"You." Another hoof rose over her withers and stroked at her mane. "I need a host to carry my brood and a beautiful, intelligent mare like you would be perfect."

A brood? What was she talking about? With those wings on her back she looked almost insect-like but her whole body was closer in shape to that of a pony's. There hadn't been an answer to that question either, to the one that gnawed at her mind the more she looked over the mare, for want of a better word.

But then what other choice did she have? Hoping to find some object that would simply bestow the kind of power she dreamed of was vain, the ponies here only knew of myths with little truth to back them up. Here before Trixie, now, was a creature that may as well be out of one of those myths. When would so perfect an opportunity come along again?

"Trixie." She cleared her throat and levitated her lockbox away before unclasping her cloak. "Trixie will do this for you. What must she do?"

The Queen leaned back, until she rested against the wall of the caravan and her hind legs were splayed wide. Nestled between them was something Trixie had not expected to see on any queen - a thick sheath and two equally black testicles.

She was no stranger to what stallions looked like, she'd had her fun in the bygone days of school and magical university. But being impregnated was something she had been sure to avoid.

"As I said, you must merely carry my brood until it is ready to hatch. After that... well, you should start to feel the power grow within you."

That black hoof which had rested against her chin beckoned her forward now and Trixie did so, slipping from her chair and climbing onto the bed. Her own blue hooves slid along the Queen's legs until they rested on her thighs and the forelock of her mane dangled against the smooth looking skin of the Queen's genitals. It drew a quiet giggle from her and a few twitches from her sheath.

"If Trixie," her voice faltered and she could not meet the Queen's gaze, "If Trixie does this... How will she explain her gravid physique? Or... Or your... young?"

Trixie flinched at the feeling of a hoof on her head, running along it in a gentle stroking motion and finally she could lift her head to look up.

"Trixie will not have to explain anything because Trixie will be returning to the hive with Chrysalis." The Queen tittered, shaking her head. "We'll have to knock that ridiculous speech out of you."

"But-"

Lips curling into a snarl, Chrysalis snapped her hoof up to silence the mare. Those fangs, so terribly sharp and glinting in the caravan's soft light were far too predatory for Trixie's liking. Was the option of declining even still open to her?

"Do you desire the power of which I have spoken or not?" Memories of a hundred fantasies of crushing that purple mare left Trixie nodding quickly. "Then you will accept the gift in its entirety. You will be stronger for this, you will feed off the love of the ponies who cheer you, twisting them with your magic to push them further, gathering an army behind you to carry you to the halls of Canterlot itself where you may unseat Celestia!" The changeling Queen's eyes were wide, her lips curled back in an altogether different grin as Trixie fought between cowering and leaning in to hear more. "And all I ask is that you carry my brood, that you take the love offered to feed both you and them."

Until those last words, a smile had been growing on Trixie's lips. Hearing that 'love' would feed her banished it. She had never heard of such a thing; a pony surviving on the love of others alone? Ridiculous. But then she had never heard of a creature like the one which now sat before her. Could it be that the Queen meant to alter her in some way for her own ends?

Seeing the mare so lost in thought, Chrysalis chuckled quietly and ran a hoof through Trixie's mane again.

"Yes. How do you think you will wield such magic? Taking my brood upon you will begin the change, turn you to something more... beautiful." The smile she offered Trixie was warm and genial, as if they were discussing the latest fashion trends from Manehatten instead of some blasphemous pact. "You will know no hunger save for that of love and the more you feast upon its sweetness, the more your magical ability will swell with it."

This was the tipping point, the last moment she might even try to end this before there would be no turning back. But then, what had she to lose save a caravan with peeling paint, a land that saw her as a laughing stock and a life of—at best—mediocrity?

"You give your word?"

Chrysalis inclined her head, her smile widening. "By my honour, as Queen."

Steeling herself against what she was about to do, Trixie took a deep breath and then leaned into the base of Chrysalis' sheath, slowly extending her tongue along the large sac that rested beneath it. There was a quiet sigh above her and a hoof came to rest against her head.

"My, you have a tongue as fine as velvet." The quickly engorging member slipped out from its sheath, resting against the Queen's stomach. "Hmm, yes, you will be rewarded greatly for this."

Moving in long, slow motions, Trixie's tongue ran from one testicle to the other, until every inch of skin was coated in a fine layer of her saliva. The Queen's cock still lay limply against her abdomen and, taking it in a hoof, Trixie pressed her lips to the base of it.

It felt like any stallion's, hardening in her grasp under the continued attention, even smelled like one. Trixie contented herself to think of it that way, that this was just some gorgeous, dark stallion who had come to her caravan to bed her. Looking up was a mistake - Chrysalis' head was back against the wall, her mouth wide and revealing her fangs as she breathed heavily.

"Yes, yes! Show your Queen the reverence she deserves!" The hoof at her head pressed down, until Trixie couldn't move except higher or lower. There was nothing for it but to push her tongue out and lick - lick every swelling inch of that black cock, from the medial ring to the widening head.

One of Chrysalis' hind legs moved in close, rubbing against her own and to her shame, Trixie felt a tiny tremor of pleasure run through her body. Chrysalis was sweet and soft in the right ways, so obviously dominant and more than capable of forcing her. Surely a Queen had great magic at her disposal and could easily force Trixie.

So she slathered her tongue across the now hardened member in her grip, kissed along its length until it too was covered in her saliva. The thing bulged obscenely before her eyes, larger than the stallions she had seen and Chrysalis shivered lightly as she lifted Trixie up and ran a hoof through her mane.

Fluids pooled at the tip, spilling down the shaft with each little throb and Trixie found it impossible to keep her eyes from it.

"Consider yourself lucky, I will permit you to taste me."

Shame quickly fading, Trixie pulled the twitching cock towards herself and lapped at the line of fluid that ran from it. Sweet, alkaline and just like her previous experiences, it almost felt good to taste it again. One turn of her tongue across the head and Trixie welcomed the cock into her mouth, pressing her lips down in a tight seal around it.

It throbbed again, another glob of fluid spilling out over her tongue and running down her throat. The stuff was almost intoxicating, driving her to push more of that meaty member in, to wash it with her tongue and let it press against the back of her throat. Only her aching lungs brought her back to the present and she pulled up, letting it fall from her mouth with a dull pop.

"You are doing well," Chrysalis growled, the hoof on Trixie's head still stroking. "Keep going."

A tiny whimper left Trixie as she willingly pushed herself down, a hoof snaking between her legs to rub at the quickly dampening spot there. How long would the Queen demand this? Hopefully not so long that she would have to get herself off before the moment to take Chrysalis' seed would come.

But with the cock back in her mouth, her thoughts turned to taking more of it. It had been so long, so many years since she'd done it but the memory still came to her - take one deep breath and-

"Ahhh!"

Just as she took the breath, Chrysalis gave a great shove at her head, pushing Trixie down. Unprepared, the mare choked on the other's cock momentarily before bringing her muscles under control. Her eyes bulged at the sensation and the sight of Chrysalis' abdomen before her. The cock down her throat throbbed with more strength than it had in her hooves and fluids poured freely from it.

"My... you're awfully eager!" Another hoof wound down her back, coiling her tail about it. "Mmph! Let's help you!"

If being forced down on Chrysalis' member had surprised Trixie then the sharp tug on her tail shocked her to the core. Pain intermingled with pleasure as her nose ground against the smooth carapace of the Queen's stomach. Another pull on her tail was met with a buck of hips, keeping the mare's cock firmly in her throat.

"Ngh! So... Great indeed!" Just as she felt her lungs begin to burn again, the Queen pulled Trixie's tail in the opposite direction as she rocked her hips back.

Coughing, Trixie hacked up seminal fluid mixed with her saliva until her throat was clear and she could glare up. Momentarily, before she felt the need to spit more of the fluids out.

"You... You will tell Trixie when you-GLCK!"

With no warning that fat cock was shoved back into her mouth and down her throat in one, smooth motion of the Queen's hips and hoof. The one her tail was wound around gave a great tug and when her eyes turned up she could see Chrysalis gritting her teeth with the effort.

"You will do exactly as I command!"

Shuffling about, Chrysalis lay back on the bed and pulled Trixie with her by the tail. Until she was lying flat, she held the mare there and then with another pull on her silky blue tail, she was aloft, a black hoof steadying her. Trixie's eyes bulged, the whole weight of her body pressing her down onto the Queen's cock and the thing seemed to swell under the pressure her throat exerted.

Then it was over as Chrysalis lowered her down until her back was against the Queen's stomach and her legs were to either side of her head. A hoof held her chin in place as Chrysalis pulled her hips back, finally letting Trixie free to breathe.

Only enough to catch her breath and take another quickly before she witnessed it coming towards her again. The hooves on her legs held her steady as the thick member was driven deep, until those two black balls pressed against her coat. Slowly—too slow for Trixie—after a few more thick ropes of fluid had been expelled into her, Chrysalis started to pull out.

The medial ring of her cock had barely passed Trixie's lips before it was thrust forward again, Chrysalis letting out a satisfied grunt as she started fucking the mare in earnest. Fluids dribbled from between Trixie's thighs and Chrysalis licked her lips, wondering just what she must taste like. For now, though, this was perfect.

Trixie held onto the only things she could - Chrysalis' hind legs, as her body was rocked back and forth by the motions of the Queen. Surely she wouldn't waste her seed like this? As much as her body longed to give in, to let it be spilled however the Queen wished, she was also wary of this having to be done all over again to properly seal their accord.

Feeling her body being tipped upward, Trixie scrabbled her hooves against Chrysalis', struggling for breath as more effort and strength was put into each thrust. Her cheeks and throat bulged from the thick cock penetrating her, eyes rolling back in her head from a mixture of hazy pleasure and the struggle to keep breathing.

"You... hah-You enjoy this too much!" One of the hooves at her legs trailed inwards, over her thigh before lightly pressed against her labia. It left Trixie wincing. "Do not... fear, your—MMPH—your Queen will satisfy you!"

It was difficult to hear her voice over the squelches and dull thumping of her mouth to Chrysalis' pelvis. The promise of pleasure kept her from even trying to fight, hoping that soon enough this might be over, kept her thickly swallowing every drop of fluid emptied into her.

"Oh... Oh, ready yourself!" Chrysalis' voice sounded strained, her thrusts growing more urgent with each passing moment. Trixie was left to hold on, to wince as each time the fat cock in her mouth was jammed in to the hilt, each time made more difficult with the fast swelling head.

Then it happened - one last thrust and Trixie felt her throat being filled. Would the Queen pull out suddenly? Soil her beautiful mane and coat? No... she felt the head swell out to signal...

It was different. The edges of Chrysalis' member felt like they were clinging to her throat and as they pushed open Trixie's throat she was sure of it. The first egg that passed left her flailing her hooves.

"Ahh, don't fight it!"

Down through her body and into her stomach it rolled and then another followed it shortly after, each one that came leaving the mare resting calmer against Chrysalis. The Queen gave a few weak thrusts now and then, forcing more eggs out, delighted at the sight of Trixie's fast swelling stomach.

"My sweet little brood mare, you'll hatch a fine hive for me!"

Black hooves caressed Trixie's abdomen, Chrysalis groaning softly as she felt the flow of eggs slow and she was forced to push the last out. Unicorns truly were the most magical of all these ponies, their delicate bodies so ripe to be plundered.

Only when there wasn't another egg to give did Chrysalis pull herself out from Trixie's throat, the blue mare falling to one side and heaving for breath.

What in Tartarus was that‽ The thought resounded in Trixie's mind until she swept a hoof down over herself and felt the bulge - that wasn't fluid inside her. She'd felt them, all of those eggs!

"Now to finish." Trixie gasped as she was rolled onto her hooves, her head falling to rest on her pillow. Throat too raw to speak, she could only look back as the Queen grinned down at her, before lowering her body.

The next sensations were of a hoof gently pushing her tail to one side and a tongue quickly running from her inner thigh to her labia, lapping at the moistness there. Trixie gasped, a shiver running through her body as the tongue pressed in further, licking upwards, not stopping when it pressed to her rear.

The shiver intensified as she felt Chrysalis' lips meet her coat, tongue dancing around her until it pushed in, lapping about. One hoof gently rubbed at her rump while the other pulled her up and back.

"You truly are a most beautiful mare." The Queen's hoof continued to rub and stroke, leaving Trixie shivering under the attention. "Your Queen should like to mount you, to see us both seal this union."

Her head still swirled with the enormity of what she had just done but with Chrysalis' ministrations, her own pressing arousal and those honeyed words were all too inviting. There was a dark beauty to the mare, to the way her body shined in the light and how her mane—so strange with its holes that mirrored those in her hooves—felt as soft as Trixie's own and it all proved irresistible. Nodding once, Chrysalis kissed at the base of Trixie's tail, drawing one last shiver from the mare.

"Don't worry, this will be most enjoyable."

There was some shuffling about on the bed, springs creaking and groaning before a black hoof appeared before Trixie's face. The bed distended to the other side of her, signalling another hoof coming down. Still with no way to speak, she finally felt Chrysalis' still stiff member slide across her back.

A lustful growl came from the mare as she twisted Trixie's tail about her hoof, giving another sharp tug to lift her until her thick, black shaft pressed to her rump. Still held in place, Trixie winced, feeling herself being pushed open. With Chrysalis' saliva and the fluids that started spilling forth from her cock again, it only took a few rocks from her hips to force the head in.

Trixie bit down on her pillow, curling her hooves into it as her legs shook and threatened to give out. It'd been far too long since this had been done, the sharp sting mingling in with heightening pleasure. Chrysalis' pull on her tail was slow and methodical but not lacking in strength as she pushed forwards with it, slowly burying herself in the mare. When she had herself in to the hilt and her balls rested against Trixie she gave another tug, drawing a gasp from the mare as well as a series of delightful squeezes.

"Very—ngh—enjoyable!" Another tug and then Chrysalis started to pull out, Trixie caught between clamping down to stop her and letting her exit.

The next pull on her tail was anything but gentle but done with every ounce of strength the Queen could put into it, pulling the mare back onto herself in one motion. Trixie cried out, dying down into soft whimpers as she worked her hips back against Chrysalis. That cock stretched her more than any stallion ever could, filled her so utterly it was all she could think of.

Chrysalis pulled out again, thrusting back without a moment's hesitation, slowly pulling Trixie's tail around behind her back to keep the mare as tightly to herself as she could. It was maddening how tight she was, the first whose resolve had crumbled so quickly but who still maintained that delicious pressure.

Trixie could only hold onto her pillow as the thrusts picked up strength and Chrysalis hunched over her, hot breath flowing across her face and neck.

"Please," her strained voice whispered. She didn't care any more, it didn't matter what Chrysalis did to her. If this was what she had offered up for the power she craved then she'd give it willingly.

With a lurid, guttural laugh, Chrysalis pressed her hooves to the posts of Trixie's bed and pushed her legs in. The tail, once in her hoof, was passed to her mouth and she pulled it taut between her teeth, leaving the mare squealing as it was yanked in time to each thrust. The wet slaps of their bodies meeting filled the little caravan, Chrysalis uncaring any more for the force she put into each thrust.

Her cock ached with the need to plunged deep, to ravage this gorgeous mare. She longed to feel her full with more than mere eggs. A growl rose deep in her throat, her eyes narrowing as one hoof came to rest on Trixie's rump and then the other. Her teeth holding the tail, hooves pulling on her hips, all tuned to burying herself as deeply as she could.

Teeth clenched tightly around her pillow, Trixie's eyes rolled back in her head. How could a mare make her feel these things? Make her into such a simpering little slave? Those thoughts dissolved into the pleasure driven into her at each of Chrysalis' ragged thrusts.

She had to be close, had to be near driven to the edge; Trixie kept a tight hold on her Queen, kept squeezing as much as she could. Her whole body shook back and forth, her mane bedraggled and lying in a mess over her face - she had never felt so good in her life.

"Just a... a l-little more," Chrysalis grunted, shortening her thrusts. Her lungs burned with the effort, hips aching from overuse but she was close, oh so close. Running her hooves down, around and over that swollen belly pushed her over. The thought of watching that mare empty herself after months of gestation only to be filled all over again was too much.

One swift, sharp tug on Trixie's tail, a final thrust and Chrysalis jammed her cock in; the head swelled up, retaining its form as a thick, almost semen like fluid flowed in thick ropes to fill the mare between her legs. Her hips bucked with each spasm of her cock, each one a new and thrilling throb of pleasure.

This was more familiar to Trixie, the hot, wet feeling of that fluid in her. Too full with eggs, some of it ran free of her, along her thighs and haunches. Trixie bit clean through her pillow, struggling to keep her voice from more than a quiet quavering whimper.

Until the last drop had been squeezed out of the Queen, the two stayed mounted and then both collapsed, Chrysalis finally freeing Trixie's tail of her grasp and only holding on to her hips. The two lay panting upon the bed, locked together.

"You shall... shall truly make a fine consort!" Chrysalis nuzzled in close against Trixie's neck, making the mare sigh. "And when... when you hold the throne... we shall rule with our brood... together!"

With Chrysalis still within her, Trixie cooed quietly at a black hoof stroking her swollen stomach. Yes, there would be many more nights like this; many more to make a fine brood for her Queen.