Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

Chrysalis sprawled out within her cell, eyes glazed over and staring out through the bars. She lay on a pile of changeling corpses, not because she wanted to, but because there was literally no way to avoid it. Her entire cell, which had been quite roomy before, was now tiny, most of it stuffed from floor to ceiling with dead changelings in various states of decay, ranging from barely dried blood to flesh crawling with maggots. She only had a little alcove for herself, which wasn’t even large enough for her to stand up in.

And these weren’t the only ones. There were probably a dozen cells in this block, and all of the others were stuffed completely with more rotting changeling bodies. The air was thick with decay, the prison block completely cut off from other areas to provide no ventilation. Decay and flies, there were so many in the block that she had given up on shooing them away, just letting them crawl all over, and into, her.

They had stopped feeding her what seemed like ages ago, so she had resorted to cannibalizing the corpses. Celestia didn't even give her fresh corpses to cannibalize anymore, they all arrived a day old at least. Water was piped in enough to keep her from dehydrating, but it was quite literally shit-water, it splattered into her water bowl every time a royal toilet flushed. Sometimes she ate the shit just to keep from eating other changelings. Or the flies, they were rather plentiful; all she had to do was open her mouth for a few sounds and it was full of them. She was just a big bug eating little bugs.

And she wasn’t given a chamber pot or toilet of any kind, so she ended up just pressing her rump against the bars and crapping or pissing there to minimize the amount she had to lay in. The pile of her own rotting shit had built up in front of the bars, and the only reason it didn’t tumble back in was because she was several meters off the floor atop the changeling corpses.

Celestia had stopped seeing her a while back too, but she was dragged out by the guards sometimes, usually to be forced to torture to death changelings they had captured, who were then added to the piles of corpses in her cell block once they got old enough. They really delighted in forcing her to participate in the genocide of her own species, and it seemed all but certain to be successful now.

No one ever actually came into her cage anymore; she was teleported in and out by some kind of device Celestia had set up. The enchantment on this part of the prison was very specific to changelings. Pony magic would still work, but Chrysalis couldn’t so much as use telekinesis while anywhere within her prison or the torture chambers they teleported her to for play.

Well, except for her hive sense. She was almost certain that worked, perhaps Celestia didn’t know to block it, or just didn’t bother because she knew it was pointless. Chrysalis’s hive had left her long ago, joining other hives instead, even if those hive queens were all dead now. Being completely alone, both physically and mentally, day after day, was the worst torture a changeling could bear. She even tried killing herself from loneliness several times, but the prison seemed to be enchanted for that too, and she kept waking back up.

That was probably the only thing keeping her alive at all. She could only assume the enchantment was keeping her alive despite the complete lack of fresh air or non-decaying food. The pregnancy Celestia had allowed her to have with dead-Cadence was even coming along nicely. Sometimes Chrysalis wanted to dig the fetus out so Celestia wouldn’t get to torture it when it was born, but she could never bring herself to do it. If she did, she wouldn’t have anyone to talk to. Even if it never answered, at least she knew it was there.

Besides, maybe Celestia would let it live. Changeling offspring with non-changelings were always the species they bred with, so she wouldn’t have to kill it to kill all the changelings. Maybe she could have some kind of legacy that way.

There was a flash of light, and Chrysalis immediately recognized it as the teleportation system. She cringed, expecting to be taken to the torment chambers to kill more of her own kind, but shortly she realized that she was still in the cage. She immediately assumed that they had just tossed more corpses onto the pile, so she just curled up in the corner and began sobbing once again, the sound echoing off the empty chambers.

Suddenly there was another sound though, the sound of violent gagging, followed very quickly by the sound of vomiting, and the splash of warm vomit washing over her face.

Chrysalis was suddenly completely aware when she realized she wasn’t alone, jumping up, quickly slamming her horn into the cement ceiling and yelping as the pain rang through her head. She reached out in the pitch blackness, and felt someone close to her. She didn’t care who it was; she pulled them close and hugged them as hard as her atrophied limbs could.

Whoever it was, they must have realized that they threw up on her, because they tried very hard to get a ‘sorry’ out, but just kept choking violently over the rotting air when they attempted.

“Shhh,” Chrysalis whispered, “Take your time, you’ll get used to it.”

They weren't getting used to it any time soon though it seemed. Maybe it had helped Chrysalis that the smell had gotten gradually worse, but whoever this was had the bulk of it hit them at once, and they didn’t seem like they’d be ceasing their suffocating gags anytime soon.

Chrysalis felt over the squirming body that she was hugging, feeling over the legs, and hugging them closer when she realized that it was in fact, a living changeling. She slid her hoof down his belly, sliding between his hind legs and feeling about, finding a heavy sheath and thick balls. A drone changeling rather than a simple worker. Could she...

“Are you connected?” she asked, but was only replied to with more coughing. She shook him violently in her frustration, “Answer me! Are you connected to a hive mind?”

“Y-yes—“ he managed to splutter out, just before retching up another load of fresh vomit, which splattered and drooled down her front, then began to shake his head violently, no doubt trying to keep the flies out of his mouth. Eventually he gave up and just hung his head.

Chrysalis had always suspected that Celestia hadn’t exactly bothered to study up on changelings, not that there was a tremendous amount of information on them in pony libraries, but did Celestia just give her a chance to link back into a new swarm? If what she had been told was true, there were no other queens but her, so she could easily take possession of any swarm she could connect with.

But maybe Celestia was just tricking her? This was something that she might do, just to get her hopes up. Or perhaps she knows that she can connect, and just doesn’t think it would do her any good. And in that... she was right. It would almost certainly allow her to be more aware of the genocide happening on the outside, but not likely much else.

It didn’t matter; she didn’t want to be alone anymore, and there was only one way to link into an empty hive to take possession. And she had to hurry, because she wasn’t entirely sure that this drone would survive in here.

Chrysalis pushed him onto his back, the layer of corpses squishing grotesquely beneath them. He arched his back and squealed when he realized he was laying on maggoty flesh, and tried his best to vomit again, though it didn’t seem like he had anything left to expel. He seemed to know what was going on though, and splayed out his hind legs to give her access to his bits.

She slid her head down his body, running her long tongue against his sheath, squeezing his balls, and slurping at the opening, digging her tongue inside to beg the fuck flesh inside to emerge. Needless to say, it wasn’t easy to get a boner in his current environment, but a blow job from a hive queen was a special treat, so eventually it started to slowly spill free.

Chrysalis ran her hooves up and down his chest, and had to admit, his squirming felt really good, and at least her own slit was more than ready, goo drooling down her thighs in excitement at being able to fuck someone that she actually wanted to fuck. He reached down to take hold of her head, and pulled her upwards. She slid her body up against his, the warmest thing she’d been against in months.

His gagging was mixed with crying now, and Chrysalis could practically taste his fear, no doubt having come to a similar conclusion as her, that he might very well be dying. But he was every bit as determined as her, and even trying to kiss her between heaves when her face moved into range, wrapping all four legs around her to pull her close.

He hips pushed weakly up against her own as she slid her drooling, hot slit against his now pulsing shaft, pushing his tip against her opening, then groaning loudly as she pushed him into her cunt and deep into her clenching fuck tunnel. Her hips weren’t that strong either at this point, but they managed to slap their bellies together.

Chrysalis swallowed the mouthful of flies she had gotten when she moaned, then leaned down to kiss him deeply again, both their long tongues curling about one another as they made out hotly. She leaned her head down, hooking the notch in her horn against the notch on his horn, then twisted to lock them together.

She stretched out her mind to his, all their intense emotions serving to strengthen the connection, and soon she felt the ability to reach out further. She concentrated hard on melding with him.

She recognized him now as a member of her old swarm, Doomie, one of the many that had abandoned her when she was first captured. What frustrated her more than having to reconnect through a disloyal drone though, is that she felt him weakening, his body shuddering, feeling as if it was taking all his energy just to thrust.

“Do not fucking die until I am linked, you rotten little traitor!” She screamed in frustration, as if it was a command he could obey, “Do you hear me?”

“Y-yes... Q-queen..” Doomie panted between weak gags.

Chrysalis shivered as well, moving her thrusting faster, the wet smack of their bodies together echoing through the chamber, her labia audibly popping against each rich on his shaft as it was forced in and out of her. He gripped her more tightly, her rump sliding against the inside of his legs as she rotated them smoothly against him, though his grip favored rigor mortis more than erotic coupling.

His gagging slowly came to a stop, and for a moment she thought he had finally grown accustomed to it, until she felt his consciousness fading as well, and realized he wasn’t breathing.

She was only half done though, she couldn’t stop now! In desperation, she pushed her muzzle against his, mouths locked as firmly as their horns were, breathing out and forcing air into his lungs, feeling his chest rise against her before letting him exhale, then repeating, trying to act as life support even as she blended and fucked him. He remained barely conscious, and she felt his heart thumping loudly as she pushed against his chest.

His legs ceased gripping her, splaying out and shaking violently instead, but she could feel his shaft throbbing harder with each stroke, her own muscles tightening up as she approached the first willing climax she had had in so very long. She groaned out heavily as she finally ran over the tip, spewing juice all over her little alcove, swatting a good deal of the annoying flies in the process.

Doomie squealed when he went over as well, his orgasm seeming to have put some life back into him, and Chrysalis felt her insides painted with changeling cream. She continued to move her hips, pumping at his shaft even as he shivered violently from sensitivity, now letting him go down.

She felt a spark, and knew the connection was closer to being made, but was having new thoughts unrelated to that. After all, Doomie wasn’t just company; he was also something else she hadn’t had in a very long time: fresh meat. Guzzling his blood and ripping him apart with her teeth would be SO delicious after drinking shit-water and eating maggots for months. In fact, if it were that simple, she’d have just waited for the connection to finish and then gobbled him up.

But once she was connected, the hive would be aware of her desires to gobble him up. That was part of being in the swarm; even when you were in charge, you had very few private thoughts to yourself. Of course all changelings had disturbing thoughts regularly, so they were all used to them and wouldn’t normally think less of her for it... but in this case, their population was already dwindling, and Doomie would most likely be considered a hero for managing to get here and bone her.

Hmmm, maybe if he was going to die anyway, they’d be okay with her finishing him off, but it looked like he might be okay now. Unless of course, she weakened him further before the connection finished. Of course she’d have to make sure not to kill him before it finished as well. It was a rather stupid risk to take, but her mind wasn’t exactly in tip-top shape after her experiences, and she needed a belly full of fresh meat to be strong enough to escape.

She yanked several strands of her thick mane, pulling herself up off Doomie’s cock enough that she could work the strands around his base. She could still grip the strings with her hooves using the standard earth pony stickiness, and managed to tie them tightly around his shaft, taking a page from Celestia's book so he wouldn’t go soft if he died or lost blood.

Having a bit of a connection to the queen already, Doomie realized what she was doing. He voiced a quiet, “Please don’t kill me...”

She began to roll her hips again, her pussy somehow more aroused even as it dripped the remains of Doomie’s orgasm. Doomie coughed, but his breathing was more regular now, so she moved her mouth from his while still keeping her horn locked with his own. She pushed up his chin, sinking her fangs into his neck instead, penetrating deeply.

Doomie’s body jerked and squirmed a bit beneath her, but wasn’t willing to pull away from the pending connection any more than she was. She felt his delicious blood on her tongue, and began to suckle greedily. Oh he was so delicious, even more than she remembered fresh flesh being.

“I’m sorry,” he gagged, “I’m sorry I betrayed you, please don’t kill me, give me a chance to make it up to you... to everyone.”

“Shut up, you deserve this,” Chrysalis murmured between slurps, “And I need to be stronger to leave.”

“Queen... I... Fine, I give myself freely,” Doomie closed his eyes, concentrating more on the connection. “I’m privileged to die with my cock in such a magnificent queen.”

"Mmm yes, you so very much are," Chrysalis groaned. After having been a worthless fuck slave for so long, that stroking of her ego felt almost as good as his cock inside her.

Chrysalis realized she hadn’t been keeping track of how much of his blood she was guzzling, and Doomie was starting to look awfully pale for a changeling, but she just couldn’t make herself stop. She lapped her tongue against the meat of his neck, longing to begin ripping out chunks of meat, but holding on, it couldn’t be long now.

Even now, he did his best to thrust his hips upwards as she rolled them down against him, savoring his cock inside her, though it was only hard because it was tied off, he didn’t seem to be enjoying the physical act anymore, even if he remained consenting. All the same, he grasped her hips with his forehooves and stroked them, feeling the movement as she pleasured herself on his cunt swab.

“Almost,” Doomie breathed, “I look forward... to feeling your teeth rip my flesh from the bone.” He really was being a good sport about her desire to viciously murder him.

With a snap, the connection came to life, and she was finally fed the minds of a new swarm, even if she could immediately tell it was a rather small one. Now she could talk to them and... oh fuck it... it had been so long since she got to fuck and eat someone simultaneously, she wasn't going to give up this chance.

Doomie yelped suddenly, and his seemingly calmed demeanor was once against reduced to crying, even more so than before. Not because of any physical pain, but because he could now feel the full force of Chrysalis's burning hatred of him and the others that abandoned her swarm. Good. She wanted him to know what she felt like before she striped him down to a skeleton with her teeth, to know how much pleasure it gave her to snuff a little traitor as an example to the others.

Continuing to rock her hips and push his shaft deep inside her with each stroke, she grasped his right front leg, twisting it and ripping a chunk of meat free with her teeth, cutting so deeply that her teeth dragged against the bone. She chewed open-mouthed for him to see, and he obediently didn't look away. She groaned seeing the pain on his face, and feeling it in her mind, like a child whose mother just told it that she doesn't love them anymore. Such delicious emotion.

And delicious meat. It was better than she remembered anything being, and she was instantly gorging herself, biting his hoof off, crunching it apart and swallowing the shards before continuing to gnaw down his leg. She pulled in his meat and bone, sucking his stub like a blood bottle as she did so, eating it all the way up to his shoulder.

Like a good little traitor, Doomie was holding back the pain, not allowing her or the swarm to feel it, which only doubled his own torment as it built upon itself more and more. She let her hatred burn into his head until he arched his back and shrieked in agony. The surge of emotion caused her to arch her back and shriek too, if for a different reason, her tunnel convulsing violently over his shaft once again.

She grasp his lower jaw with her teeth, twisting her head and pulling until it became completely unhinged. She crunched it down teeth and all, then slurped up his loose-hanging tongue like a strand of pasta, snapping it away from him. She laughed, a psychotic grin on her face, starting to feel a bit more like her old self again.

She pulled her sated cunt free of his shaft, and moved her still unsated mouth lower onto him. She slurped one of his testicles into her mouth, rolling it against her sharp teeth, savoring how he tensed up both physically and emotionally from what he knew was coming. She bit down firmly, feeling it crush in her mouth like soft fruit, before bursting and flooding her muzzle with blood and untapped cum. She moved to the other, amused at how he actually spread his legs and turned his hips slightly to give her a clear go at it, and sunk her teeth into the second delicious fruit, gnawing it into pieces while it was still attached before pulling it away.

"You were looking forward to breeding me with this delicious cock so much," Chrysalis laughed, "Well all the other drones will get to. I doubt I'll be spending any time not pregnant." It was too bad that there weren't enough to pick and choose from, she'd have to just let all of them have her. Not that she minded anyway; changeling queens were naturally cum sluts after all.

She ripped off the tip of his shaft, nursing the blood from it as it softened, then began to eat down his length slowly. She ate him down to the stub, then tore his flesh open, digging a hole into his gut, then tearing upwards across his belly. Licking her lips, she slipped her claws into the gash, pulling outwards to break his rib cage and reveal the organ buffet within.

She dug in, pulling out the long strand of his intestines, pulling out gobs of it and rubbing the warm meat against her body as she slurped it down in one long strand. Changelings had a few special organs for emotion feeding, and she left them in tact at first so that her hatred for him and pleasure at his pain would continue bearing down upon him.

She sat up on her haunches, rubbing the rest of his intestines against her still sopping wet cunt as she tore out his stomach, then his liver, followed by one of his lungs piece by delicious piece. She came herself still again, the wonderful power trip so amazing now, the feeling of ripping apart someone that loved her, she could feel his love for her even now, and it only made it more painful as he felt her enjoyment of his torment.

"Won't die with your cock in me after all, you disloyal little turd," Chrysalis groaned, "Now I have one last command for you to follow. DIE you little fucker. DIE"

With that, she clenched her teeth down around his heart, ripping it free, then holding it up before his hazy eyes for him to see it still beating even as she chewed on it. The feast of his agony disappeared from her mind, and she panted in afterglow, certain she never felt like this before.

She casually ripped off his right hind leg, leaning back against the bars, splaying out her legs, and casually pulling meat from the bone. She fully intended to leave his corpse completely skeletalized, nothing left but bones with her teeth marks on them.

Maybe she had lost her knack after being away so long, but it suddenly occurred to her that she actually hadn't been listening to her new swarm at all. She turned her thoughts told them and...

Oh shit they were pissed. All of them.

In her excitement, she had sort of forgotten that Doomie was still a hero, and that she had basically just murdered her savior. This was not a good first impression to make during her first minutes back in charge. She panicked, trying to rational with them that it was because she had been driven mad with Celestia's tortures, that she couldn't help herself.

And then she felt a familiar spark return once again, and Doomie's corpse twitched violently, instantly shrieking in agony.

How could she have forgotten? The spell that kept her from killing herself was probably keeping him alive. It would have been good if she realized that before as she could have blamed her actions on knowing this, but by now everyone was wise to her insane actions.

Re-energized by her meal, at the very least, and the continued connection seemed to be slowly returning her sanity. Now she didn't feel hatred, she felt complete humiliation and shame for her actions. She scooted her back over to Doomie, sitting on her haunches and sighing as she pulled his head into her lap, stroking his half face.

The emotional bond though, the complete inability to lie to her minions, worked both ways. They could have no doubt that she actually did feel horrible for her actions. Granted, in any normal situation, that wouldn't have been enough. They would have all immediately abandoned her again, but they had no choice. She was what they had now, to serve, to fight for, to fuck. They'd have to live with it.

At least Doomie's bleeding had stopped, and he seemed to be regenerating a great deal faster than changeling normally would. It was strange that she effectively owed Celestia for saving his life when she tried to take it from him.

She took a deep breath. There was no time to dwell on this; they all knew this.

“The plan," Chrysalis stated to her hive simply.

Her mind was flooded instantly. They had detailed, but incomplete maps of the palace, which she quickly combined with her own knowledge of the lower torment chambers, giving them a path to the machine that could teleport her out of her cell. What's more, they already had a spy within the castle who had been lucky enough not to be found. If a distraction worked, Celestia's harem-guards would run to help, since they didn't believe Chrysalis to be capable of escaping, and he'd be able to access the machine freely. There would be three other groups, one to try to secure the throne room temporarily since Chrysalis would have to flee through there, another to attack the armory as a distraction, and a third one to attempt to grab Sunrise and Sunspear during the commotion. Having some leverage, and a few alicorn foals to have fun with, couldn't hurt.

She quirked one eyebrow as she received the minutes of the meetings between the swarm and the Mother's followers. Could they really do such a thing? If they could, the seed had already been planted unwittingly by Celestia. It would either work, not work, or go terribly wrong and make things even worse. Why did she have a feeling it'd be the third option? Well 66.8% of the swarm seemed pretty confident about it at least.

If it did happen, there was no way to know when it would happen. Perhaps within a few minutes, maybe hours, maybe after Celestia returned if they were really unlucky. Either way, they had to be ready. She really hoped Doomie would be reasonably whole by that time, at least.

“Everyone to your positions.”