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04/27/12(Fri)05:39 No.1568755>>1568570 That taken care of, you now turn to the stallions. Chrysalis had always taken great pleasure in debasing them, but now views them in a different light. In her long stent as a male, she had forgotten the pleasures of penetration, it had been far too long, as your last escapade had reminded her, and now she hungered for more.
Your eyes follow hers as they scan the prisoners for a potential partner. Your eyes come to rest on a familiar colt. He must have been recently captured; you could never have missed him.
As if she could read your thoughts, she stops, and zeros in on him. She grins wickedly as she approaches him, confusion in his eyes. Suddenly she lunges forward, bowling him over. He looks up in terror.
Pressing him to the floor, she slowly lowers you towards his colthood, allowing it to rub against her folds. Suddenly, she drops, and to your surprise you can feel his entrance, every subtle twitch echoing through you. You instinctively flex, and feel yourselves contracting around his shaft. It's not long before his eyes are rolling back, and he paints your love canal with his cum.
She sighs in contentment, lifting off of him, and immediately moves to the next nearest prisoner. Stallion after stallion is relieved of his load, the combined mass sloshing about inside of what was once her entire reproductive tract. She relaxes, allowing it to slowly spill forth, pooling on the floor before the group of stunned stallions.
Without so much as a word, Chrysalis turns, and walks you both back out of the room. She's had her fun, and you yours, but the growing brood will need time to gestate soon, and you must be near the prepared chamber when the time comes. Besides, all this wild fornication has exhausted her. Perhaps a nap is in order. |