Breeding Time - 1 (Patreon)

Chrysalis opened her eyes to the cool air of her cave she called throne room. There was an aching in her abdomen. She stretched to adjust in the spot she sat in but it was no use. As she fidgeted, a quick puff of musty thick odor seeped into her nostrils. "Brooding time already", she wondered. Never had she had to work up fresh batch of grubs twice in a year. Her gut throbbed, she felt, different. As she rubbed her hind legs together her clenched cunt rubbed in subtle pleasure. Never was it this sensitive so early, she usually had weeks to prepare. As she stammered to her hoofs she felt a weight between her two sets of legs, as she looked down, she saw her belly, bulging within her carapace, hanging lower than usual. Her abdomen pulsed, a steady rhythm building beneath her body. The ache was deeper now, something new and unfamiliar. Her wings twitched involuntarily as she strode forward. The scent of the brood deepened, no longer just the musk of a single breeding, but something richer, more potent. The heavy weight between her legs swayed with every step, an unwieldy burden that made her hooves stumble slightly.