Celestia's Relaxing Vacation

Garble couldn’t believe his luck! Having slipped out of the Crystal Palace, he wasn’t sure where to go, so took to snooping about and trying to overhear what ponies talked about. He hoped to learn something about the surrounding area, maybe a place he could go where he could quietly torment some small village, maybe somewhere the main dragon empire wouldn’t care about.

But then the news arrived. Canterlot, the capital city, had been completely blown off the map, with no known survivors, not even one.

This was perfect. He could return to the Dragon Lands alone, announce his victory of destroying the portal, and be hailed as a returning hero. He’d have a mock mourning ceremony for their former dragon lord, then take her place. This was going to be so amazing. He’d have all the gems, all the ponies, all the pussies, and all the ass that he wanted.

He as grinning like an idiot and sporting a boner that wouldn’t stop all the way home. He didn’t go to his old cave though, he flew directly to the royal caverns; as far as he was concerned, that was now his home.

“Hey guys!” Garble landed near the entrance, Fume and Baff looking up to see him. They were no doubt on their shift guarding the royal cave. Dragons didn’t used to have things like royal guards, but the invasion of pony land has forced them to be a bit more organized.

“We did it!” Garble waved his hands, expecting them to react well, at least a little, “Though... sadly we lost the Dragon Lord in the process, I’ll give you guys the full details inside.”

The guards stared at him for several long moments.

“Guys? Hello?” Garble waved, his voice becoming a bit annoyed.

“This way,” Fume said, before turning to walk into the cave.

“We going to the throne room I guess?" Garble walked tall and proud.

“To the throne, yes,” said Baff, following shortly behind.

“Oh well, I wasn’t going to take the throne right off, you know, respect for the dead and all,” grinned Garble, “But if you insist!”

As they arrived at the throne room doors, one opened just a bit and a few things came out. Some things, because Garble didn’t have a clue what they were. They were like giant black insect things with huge blue eyes; one even gave a friendly wave as they exited.

“What the fuck was—“ Garble started, but didn’t finish as his escort opened the throne room doors further.

When the throne room doors opened further, Garble no longer felt lucky. There, sitting smugly atop the throne, was none other than Ember, suited up in a brand new golden set of armor. She kept spares.

She smiled as he entered, and continued to stroke the head of a pony that was sitting next to the throne, a crazy pink mare with a spaced-out expression on her face, wearing glow sticks around her neck and biting down on a pacifier. On top of that, she was wearing what looked like a pet collar with the words “Property of Dragon Lord Ember. Do not eat.” on the front.

“Hello Garble,” Ember said, “Come on up.”

Garble took a step back, only to find that Fume and Baff had moved directly behind him.

“Whoa, Dragon Lord,” Garble turned back to her, “I can explain I mean... come on... I did help with the mission right? And it was a success right? I should be a hero!”

“Have you met my new pet?” Ember ignored what he said and stroked the pink pony again, “Her name is Molly, isn’t she adorable? She saved my life, helped me get out of Canterlot in time despite my injuries. Isn’t she a good pony? Oh and don’t fret about the giant bugs. Just a few guests that are staying with us for a while.”

Garble fumed at being ignored, “Look if this is about that egg in your snatch, no one is gonna accept you killing me for that! I mean what dragon hasn’t raped a bud on occasion?”

“Garble,” said Ember firmly, “You took my armor off and broke my wing, threatened to break more, during a combat situation. That isn’t a friendly rape, Garble, that’s treason. Because of you, because I didn’t have my armor, I was almost eaten by crazed rape-zombies, a fate that your poor fuck boy Fizzle did not escape.”

I... oh fuck it,” Garble groaned. Now he didn’t feel lucky, now he just felt stupid. “Fizzle dead huh... well I really didn’t want that to happen.”

“On the plus side, I had a nice conversation with the acting ruler of Equestria,” continued Ember as if she were discussing the weather, “Not only did we come to an acceptable understanding that will both end the war and provide us with all the pony meat we could ever need even if Celestia does return, but I learned a few things about ruling. Specifically... I got a few suggestions on what to do with my more... disappointing subjects.”

“I... oh double fuck it...” Garble’s arms went rather limp and he just stared at her. She learned punishments from ponies? This wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“Luckily for you,” said Ember, “I’m not a psychopath like those ponies. Unluckily for you, I still enjoy seeing justice. You put the entirety of our race in danger, so as far as I’m concerned, you’re guilty of several thousand attempted murders, on top of Fizzle’s death, who actually IS a national hero for saving me, while you attempted to assassinate me.”

“I did NOT do that!” Garble snarled.

“Please Garble,” Ember smirked, “You came back expecting me to be gone so you could take power. I’d call that an assassination attempt.” She chuckled, “Why do you think I asked Empress Moondancer to not yet reveal that I had survived? I knew you’d hear the news of Canterlot and come flying back to take credit for our victory. You're predictable.”

“That I am,” Garble admitted, “Fine... can we please get it over with at least?”

“Well first of all,” said Ember, “An awful lot of Fizzle’s ‘friends’ were looking forward to having a celebratory go at him when he returned. There’s nothing left of him, so I guess you’ll have to substitute.” She looked to Fume and Baff, “Let everyone have as many turns as they’d like, let me know when you’re all done.” She then turned to Molly and stroked her head again, “You’ve been so good, let’s go get you some of that pony candy you like.”

“You should try it too,” smiled Molly, a bit garbled as she was chewing her pacifier.

“I’m not sure I’d like pony rape-zombie antidote, but maybe I'll give it a taste,” smiled Ember.

Garble wasn’t escorted now as much as he was dragged, all his limbs including wings bundled up in chains, hog tied. All except for his tail, which was used to drag him. Out of the throne room, and down the stairs which led to what was apparently going to be the royal torture chamber thanks to some cultural exchange with the ponies.

They arrived at a dimly lit room with stone walls and floors, where in the middle stood another of the bug things, a rather big one. Chrysalis was looking at some kind of parchment, staring at it a few moments before she turned it upside down.

“Hmm, well I have a dozen parts that I have no idea what are for, but I think that’s pretty much it,” Chrysalis said, tossing it aside and looking at Garble as he was dragged in, “Oh is that the one? We just finished. You know ponies have kits for everything. They don’t make very good instructions though. This thing took hours.” She rolled her eyes.

The thing she had apparently built from the kit was in the center of the room, hanging from a chain from the center of the ceiling. It had cuffs for wrists and ankles, , along with a leather collar for the neck and even a latch for ones tails and wings, though it didn’t look like it’d arrange them in a very comfortable position. The most important thing, likely, was it would hang its victim at the perfect height for a drake to pound them from front and back, and there was even a cushioned area below so that someone could be comfortable nailing someone from below.

Garble was fastened into it, arms and legs pulled painfully behind him, the collar wrapped tightly around his neck until he could barely breathe, and his tail pulled up to be latched near the top. There were straps to go around his belly and chest as well, but they weren’t used, leaving his more fragile areas to sustain the pressure of holding him up. Oddly enough, they didn’t strap up his wings, nor the gag for his maw, though he was sure not for a merciful reason.

“I’m not one for swings,” said Chrysalis. It was the first anyone had said to him since he was dragged off, “I prefer a more mouth-on approach. Nothing like grabbing someone by the tail and just swinging them about your throne room or into the wall. Great for morale when done in front of the subjects, you know.”

“Eh, I can see that,” Garble sighed. He was still trying to process the whole situation, but the bug bitch didn't seem too bad. The bugs looked similar to ponies, but they came off to him as predators. Too bad he'd never get to hunt with any.

Just as he opened his muzzle though Baff forced a metallic clasp into his maw which popped open and forced Garble’s muzzle open so far that it felt like his jaw might pop off. He struggled, trying to protest unsuccessfully, then going wide-eyed as he watched Fume with a pair of pliers.

“What are ponies doing with a kit for a dragon fuck swing and pliers specifically designed to pull dragon teeth anyway?” Fume asked.

“They’ve written whole books on torturing virtually every creature that exists,” chuckled Chrysalis, sitting off to the side to let the dragons torment their own. “And some that don’t... pretty strange actually.”

“Well here we go,” Fume chuckled, “Sorry Garb, but can’t have you biting down on us.”

Garble writhed in the swing, causing it to rock back and forth until Baff moved up behind him to steady it. Fume clamped against one of Garble’s teeth, twisting it hard and yanking. He wasn’t exactly a dentist and didn’t really know the best way to do this, and in the end he ended up digging his claws in around the teeth to loosen up the flesh, blood drooling out of Garble’s maw as he yanked the first tooth free. He dropped it on the floor even as Garble cried out in protest before clamping down on the next one.

Not only that but tears began to roll down his face. Garble had promised himself that he'd never cry and hadn't before, but this wasn’t exactly something he’d counted on experiencing.

“I thought you said dragons were tough,” commented Chrysalis, “He’s already crying.”

“Fucking disgrace he is,” grumbled Fume.

As Baff was behind him, Garble expected to get his tail hole pounded by Baff’s cocks any second. Instead though, Baff pulled a metal dildo from a nearby box. It was shaped like a dragon’s cock, but the surface was covered with tiny little slits, seeming designed to give the victim a thousand little paper cuts inside them. Apparently they wanted to make sure Garble didn’t get the least bit of faggy delight from getting ass-fucked.

Garble shrieked as he felt it forced inside, choking on a sob now already, as much as he was trying not to. Even as Fume continued ripping out his teeth one at a time, Baff pushed it deep into his ass, pushing it in firmly, yanking back on Garble’s tail as he pushed it further into the dry posterior, not stopping until he bottomed out, nothing but the handle now poking free. He then gave it a series of heavy thrusts, each pass slicing up Garble’s insides, feeling like he was being fucked with a knife, but nothing so mercifully damaging as that.

Garble tried to shake his head, and felt Chrysalis’ magic hold it steady, looking up into his former comrades face as if to beg for the least bit of mercy. He knew he’d get none though; he’d been a great influence on all these dragons after all. To thing the pack he went on raids with was doing this to him now.

Baff saw the magic holding Garble and commented, "Bug magic is pretty nifty."

"A lot of things about me are 'nifty'," Chrysalis commented. She didn't comment on the accidental racial slur; she'd been called a bug so much it didn't bother her anymore.

Baff left the dildo hanging inside Garble’s asshole, then picked up something else and walked around to his face. He didn’t get in Fume’s way, but tilted Garble’s head upwards and poured a potion bottle into his throat. Garble gagged, trying his best to cough it out of his muzzle, but couldn’t help but swallow most of it.

No one explained what it was, but its effects were pretty immediate, and apparent. Despite the agony stinging him from both ends, Garble’s twin shafts began to slowly swell, soon throbbing hard whether he wanted them to be or not. His whole body seemed to have enhanced senses atop that as well. What was normally made to enhance one’s sexual bliss would be enhancing his pain instead. Finally he outright broke down into full on sobbing just from fear of what he knew was coming, trying to scream out ‘please’ but unable to do so, flapping his wings wildly as they were the only thing he could really move now.

“I've rendered you sterile with my magic, so don't think your hot every time your load lands in a cunt,” Chrysalis mentioned, then asked the guards, “I know he's yours, but you boys don’t mind if I masturbate, do you?” asked Chrysalis randomly, less like she was asking permission and more like she just wanted Garble to know how enjoyable she found his fate.

“Nah, go ahead,” said Fume.

Chrysalis lay back against a wall and splayed out her hind legs wide, as she was one to flaunt what she had. She idly rubbed her pregnant slit up and down, continuing to watch the show.

They weren’t done with Garble’s shafts. Baff clamped down a metallic cage onto each of Garble’s cocks, which seemed to magically shift to mold perfectly to his shafts. They were hard and covered in splinters on the inside against his cock, but soft and fleshy on the parts that faced outward, ensuring that someone could get an enjoyable hole full of his cock while he got another source of torment. Another cage was clamped over his balls, which molded to them as well, so tightly that he felt like they might pop, sending new surges of pain, and making is so even the slightest swinging of his ball sack sent jolts of pain through him.

“The Dragon Lord was really specific on this next part,” chuckled Fume as he yanked the last teeth out and casually dropped the pliers on the floor.

Fume and Baff moved to opposite sides, each taking hold of one of Garble’s wings, and he knew exactly what was coming. He closed his eyes, and would have clenched his teeth if he had any left.

Sure enough, each one twisted his wing, straining to crack through the powerful draconic bones, but each giving in turn all the same. They didn’t just break his wings though, they quite literally wadded them up like paper. They cracked each little bone from shoulder to tip, back and forth, bones poking out against his scales and even pushing through in a few spots. When they finished, he didn’t have so much as an inch of wing that wasn’t broken.

Garble took pride in his wings, as any dragon did, and wailed as they were taken from him, a punishment he wished wasn't so fitting. He arched his back one way and the other, squirming like a worm on a hook as an earthquake of agony shivered through his body with each snap, crackle, and pop. He was squalling like an pony infant by the time they were done. His two former pack mates laughed at him as his screams got worse, like Garble was a clown putting on a show for them.

“Is he ready?” asked Chrysalis, “Happy-fun-gang-rape-time?”

“I do believe so,” chuckled Fume, pulling the clamp out of Garble’s maw so it could be closed tightly around a shaft.

“Please no,” Garble begged when his maw was free, though his words were barely discernible. “Please just kill me, kill me please.”

“Fraid not,” said Chrysalis, “Dragons aren’t as fond of fucking corpses as ponies are.” Chrysalis’ horn glowed, the door up to the stairs opening, the changeling shouting up to whoever was waiting, “Come on in!”

Garble tried to calm himself at least enough to stop sobbing, and he managed it, though for how long only time would tell. For a moment he just silently watched dragons come in. Amarant, Barry, Billy, Ballista, Mina... even Crackle was there. There were even a few that he'd never seen before, changelings that sneaked in for a turn, but Garble just wondered who the fuck they were.

Chysalis continued to idly masturbate as she spoke to them, “Okay boys and girls, organize yourself into three lines, one for head, one for ass, and one for cocks.” She looked impressed when they began to do just that without so much as a shove, “A lot more civilized than Celestia’s rape-parties... ”

The guards were first in two of the lines, Baff yanking the steel dildo out of Garble’s asshole as he moved up behind him, and Fume stroking Fizzle’s face with both claws as he grinned down at him. Mina thumped his head with a giggle herself, then looked to be sliding herself beneath him.

“How long?” Garble asked quietly while he still could.

“Given the number that want a go, and the fact that some will want seconds and thirds,” smirked Chrysalis, not outing her children that had joined in, “I’d say a week minimum. That’s non-stop by the way, we won’t be stopping for you to eat or sleep. Don’t worry though, me and my children can keep you alive and fully conscious for every second of it. It’s the least we can do for your kind Dragon Lord taking us in.”

Garble groaned as Baff grasped his shafts together and pushed them into Garble’s tail hole as one unit. He growled as Garble twitched, warm convulsions feeling wonderful around him, and immediately began hammering himself in, grasping Garble’s behind in both claws and gnawing on his tail as he pounded.

Pain shot up through Garble’s body, his whole body shivering violently, but his groans were cut off as Fume pushed his own shafts into Garble’s maw. As Garble gagged, Fume held his muzzle shut with both hands, giving himself a nice gooey passage to thrust between. His shafts chaffed against the gaping holes where his teeth had been, and pushed all the way back into his throat. Garble choked pitifully on the cocks as he began to tear up once again.

Beneath him, Mina slid up, growling lustfully as Garble’s body squirmed atop her, rubbing her slit against his caged shafts. Damn that was a slit he’d like to have raped some eggs into, one he was looking forward to in particular when he thought he was going to become Dragon Lord. Fucking her without the ability to impregnate her was a torture all its own.

But as she pushed her hips up, sliding one cock between her wet labia as the other popped itself into her ass, it was anything but pleasurable for him. Each movement jarred the cock-cages, stabbed with a hundred splinters each time she thrust, every slap of her belly against his dreaded as she continued. Did they really have to have females raping him too? This was as humiliating as it was agonizing.

All the while, he heard those waiting talking and laughing, amused by his uncontrollable squirming and shaking, not to mention uncontrollable weeping.

“Looks like he’s getting what he deserved then,” said Ember as she strolled into the room.

“I thought you’d be the first in line,” Chrysalis smiled. “Your pet not coming?”

“I think I’d projectile vomit if his cock so much as touched me,” Ember growled, “No matter how much I knew it was hurting.” She shrugged, “And no, Molly doesn’t like torture. Only pony I’ve met that doesn’t at least a little I think... I think it's that zombie antidote she keeps hyped up on... I tried some and... I'm not gonna do that again.”

“Still, I told you you’d not be able to stay away from watching,” grinned Chrysalis.

“Like I said, I’m not into torture like you psychos, I’m into justice,” Ember insisted.

“Sure you are,” Chrysalis chuckled, able to smell Ember’s arousal even over all else that was in the room. “At least relax and spend some time watching.”

Chrysalis slid up behind Ember, sitting up on her haunches and more or less making herself a chair for the Dragon Lord. Though as Ember sat back against her, she realized that Chrysalis had shifted in a bit of a throbbing addition to the chair. Ember’s somewhat vacant eyes confirmed that she had tried some of Molly’s candy.

“Fine,” sighed Ember, “Just don’t think I’m going to get into the habit of letting you inside me. I am NOT a slut.”

“Well I am,” Chrysalis smiled, “Quite proudly so, but for me it's biology; I literally have to be a slut."

Garble felt Baff’s cock throb inside him as it finally went off, then closed his eyes tightly and tried to scream as the sperm seemed to burn at the hundreds of little paper cunt like slices inside him. Baff laughed as he gave several more thrusts, then pulled back and allowed the red-tinted cum to drool down to the floor.

Garble couldn’t even see who took his place, and it didn’t matter. His ass wasn’t empty more than a few seconds before new claws gripped his behind and forced new rape-staffs into his freshly-and-imminently-raped hole. He had expected the first blast of cum to make the second easier to take, but it just burned against his sliced flesh even more as he felt himself stretched around the double shafts.

Fume came hard soon after, squeezing his muzzle in both hands as he ripped a load down Garble’s throat, pulling back for the last bit to splurt sperm into Garble’s eyes, burning those as well. Garble couldn’t even see at this point, a combination of his own tears and dragon cum blurring his vision.

Another dragon grasped his head, and forced his muzzle wide open this time, all the way, until the top and bottom jaws were almost straight. Rather than use his muzzle, this one rammed straight down his throat, belly smacking the roof of Garble’s mouth with his belly as his throat was used as violently as he would have normally reserved for fertile pussies. They squeezed his neck as their girth stretched it out, feeling his throat spasm against them as they continued.

Mina took a good deal longer, each thrust of her hips increasingly intolerable as his caged balls smacked against her tail. Eventually he felt her own cunt honey pouring out around his upper shaft, both squeezed tightly. Garble expected more of a space between the females, but somehow the next in line was ready to immediately slip under him. Once again her fround his stinging cocks being forced into fresh holes, repeating the same massive agony every time.

Chrysalis doubled up her throbbing staff, since just one hole at a time would probably be boring to a dragon. She shivered as she felt Ember sit back onto her, grasping Ember’s plump plot as both felt themselves encompassed in warmth, one into the sopping wet snatch and the other into the tight little ass.

Chrysalis gripped her tightly and rammed roughly upwards, not really afraid that she might be too rough fucking a dragon.

“Going to keep those eggs are you?” said Chrysalis, “I could fuck them out of you if you’d like. I'd understand if you don't want that fuck boy's kids inside you."

“Dragons don’t work like that,” panted Ember, “When a female is in heat, it’s every drake’s right to rape his hatchlings into her.”

“Weirdos the lot of you,” chuckled Chrysalis, “Males are just muscle for fighting and cum repositories when you’re ready to breed. You give them far too many rights.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ember rolled her eyes.

"I could knock you up when you're fertile," Chrysalis grinned, "Changelings can reproduce with virtually anything, and always give birth to children that are 100% the species of the non-changeling parent."

"S-Seriously? Well you'd still have to defeat the other suitors in combat," Ember moaned, "Just fuck me for now."

That Chyrsalis did, holding in her own climax so that Ember could ride for as long as she wanted to sit and watch. She churred, laying her head against Ember’s shoulder and licking at her face while they watched. The sound of their bodies slapping together was delicious, though they were probably the only ones that could hear it, Garble’s gagging and sobbing, and the laughter of his tormentors, was most of what could be heard.

At first, Garble hadn’t really believed Chrysalis when she said he was going to be gang-raped non-stop for at least a week. A week later though, he fully believed it. They must have literally shipped in dragons from neighboring colonies so as to not run out. His cock did get some breaks, since dragon females weren’t nearly as horny as the males, but his ass had no rest, and his mouth only rested when they stopped to make him scarf another potion.

Not only that, but he was starving, the only thing he had to eat the cum of those that face-fucked him. Eating anything at all was a problem though, because apparently the magic was also preventing him from pissing or crapping. The gunk was just building up in his system. He felt like he was being slowly poisoned without the ability to flush himself out, slowly growing sicker. Or maybe that was just the crippling exhaustion from not being allowed to sleep for an entire week.

“Hello again,” he heard Chrysalis’ voice beside him once more, but didn’t bother to look, “So Mister Garble, I noticed that your bottom part isn’t being used so often, females in your culture being the tight-pussies that they are, so I came up with a solution.” She looked at the dragon reaming Garble’s throat. “Stop for a moment so he can say bye to his cock.”

The dragon laughed and did pull out, but all Garble got out was a “What? No!” before the throat rape continued.

His cocks were mostly shredded by this point anyway, the cages around them the only thing holding them together. He did have feeling left in his favorite parts though, as Chrysalis found when she opted to remove them with her teeth. He squealed anew, sending vibrations up his face-fucker, even as Chrysalis’ teeth tore through the flimsy metal.

Finally she ripped off his shafts, letting them flop wetly onto the floor. She unlatched the cage from his balls next, and sucked them both into her muzzle. She began to chew them while still attached, and Garble showed them that he really did have a lot more energy left despite his despair. He thrashed about anew as she crushed his sack into mulch against her gums.

Once that was out of the way, she formed one hoof into a blade, pushing it up into Garble’s gut through the wound where his maleness had once been, twisting it about to make a tunnel. Her horn glowed, making it deep, and then healing it up enough that his gut wouldn’t fall out. She did the same thing a second time, making sure there were two holes that were perfectly spaced for draconic anatomy. She even had a dragon dildo she was comparing to make sure the spacing was right. She gave the make-shift pussies one more lick before pulling herself back.

“There you go,” said Chrysalis as if she had just done him a favor, “I’m going to go fuck Ember again.” Apparently the ‘don’t make a habit of it’ that Ember gave her before hadn’t stuck.

Garble shook his head weakly as he felt another body crawling beneath him. He felt tips press against his new holes, the drake groaning at the new tightness as he pushed upwards into them. Garble felt like he was literally being stabbed in the gut, which he really was with each stroke, the dragon drilling upwards.

The drake finished pretty quickly, though the minutes dragged by all the same. Garble’s holes were flooded with stinging dragon cum, pouring out onto his rapist and the floor. He shook violently in agony and complete frustration as another body pushed itself beneath him.

One week... two weeks... three weeks... it was a full month before Garble finally felt all cocks withdraw without another replacing them. His holes were quite loose now, even though they’d been tightened repeatedly, and his gut was swollen grotesquely from all the spunk building up inside him, having to vomit sometimes between throat-fucks just to keep himself from exploding into gore and cum.

Garble had no idea how he was alive, but it had something to do with that giant bug woman, who he definitely no longer liked. In fact she had replaced Ember at the top of his rage-o-meter.

He gagged up another fountain before looking about, wondering what had happened. He couldn’t see anymore, and wasn’t even sure if his eyes hadn’t been gouged out.

“I... please kill me... PLEASE!” he blurted out helplessly.

“You know, I have to admit,” he heard Ember’s voice beside him, “I honestly forgot about you for several weeks, until Chrysalis happened to mention you during pillow-talk.”

“PLEASE!” Garble screamed, or tried to, his voice squeaking as it gave out.

“This is disgusting,” Ember groaned, “I don’t want to see anymore of this forgettable asshole. Do what you want to him, sweetie, as long as it removes him from my sight. I’m going to go play fetch with Molly.”

“See you later, sweetheart,” Chrysalis’ voice replied, “I’ll clean up and be with you in a moment.”

Chrysalis leaned down to him. He knew because he felt her breath on his face. He let out another “please...”, though almost a whisper now.

“That was 8,893 times up the ass, 8,710 times down the throat, and 6,570 times in your little make-shift pussies. Oh and 2,016 times with your cock,” apparently Chrysalis had actually had someone keep score. “You want to die? Poor thing... you know I could release you at any moment, death would be yours in an instant.”

“Please... release... me...” Garble begged.

“But you’re just so much fun,” Chrysalis sighed, “Ember doesn’t tend to torture her subjects, so you’re the only dragon I'm allowed to torment. If I let you go... I’ll be so lonely.”

“Oh gods no please no,” Garble imagined months on end with no rest, literally a living Hell.

“But alas,” sighed Chrysalis, “My Ember is too good to let me do that.”

Garble gave a sigh of relief.

“That’s why I’m not going to tell her that I did it,” he could practically hear her grin, “I’m going to lock you in a cocoon where you will relive the last month of your life, on repeat, for as long as I can manage to keep your mind alive. And believe me, I can keep you alive for a looong time.”

“N-no..” Garble begged one last time.

“Aaaan, repeat!” Chrysalis tapped his head. Garbles body went limp but his mind was alive with activity. She sighed, “Celestia really did rub off on me, I should probably seek help.”

Garble’s body remained hanging limply, but his mind went back, suddenly finding himself being freshly tied in, as he was a month before. The exact same events unfolded on cue, and he could do nothing to stop them, not even control his own actions. All he could do was experience.

"That's kinda brutal," Doomie nervously chuckled from beside Chrysalis.

"Oh you know I'll let him go eventually," teased Chrysalis.

She actually needed him for the little mind-probe-block that Moondancer had them working on. She needed it to work for dragons and Garble had the only dragon brain she could experiment on. His mind had to be fired up for her to study it, so may as well make it 'fun' for him. When she no longer needed him in a few months, she'd yank him out of the pod and discard his corpse.

At least now he was good for something.