Author's Note

Warning: This chapter is intense. It includes blood, all-the-way-through, male-on-male anal, male-on-male blowjobs, hyper endowment, biting, vomit, and one very angry Changeling Queen. This is one chapter that may actually be traumatizing. Read at your own risk.

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Epilogue 1: Punishment

Fuck.

I'd never seen the Queen's eyes so cold, so piercing. They looked into and through me, laying bare my every sin and weakness. There was nothing left I could confess to her now, no apology I could ever make. It would only be redundant. There was nothing more of myself I could give, nothing more I could tell her, and nothing I could ever say would change her mind in the slightest. My fate was already decided behind that chilling glint, behind her twitching, still-gooey eyelids. I didn't yet know what it would be, but I did know it was etched in the stone of her will now, with no hope of redemption. She was not known for her forgiveness.

I grovelled before her, suddenly aware of the vast gulf of inferiority that separated me from the likes of Queen Chrysalis. Some ponies have years to come to terms with their own inevitable fate, after receiving some kind of grim diagnosis. In that time, they might find a transcendent peace, come to terms with it, come to accept the harsh facts of life with fatalistic ambivalence. I came to a state like that instantaneously, or near enough. All the stages of grief and fear passed through me all in one moment, leaving only one reality in their wake: the unquestionable truth that I was fucked, so fucked that it didn't matter how I felt about it.

The clinging goo on Chrysalis' cheek vaporized in a sudden puff of green smoke, as if boiled off by nothing but the internal fire of her rage. She looked at Flivvy and me quite calmly and said, “Return to my desk, please.” Her eye was still twitching.

Of course we did, and with all possible haste. I knew nothing I could do would have the slightest chance of alleviating my punishment, and yet I still felt the pressing need to ingratiate, a futile desire to impress the Queen with a fresh wave of obsequious submission to her every word ... as if that could possibly change what was about to happen.

Flivvy and I stood rigidly at attention in front of the teacher's desk, neither of us moving a muscle. Queen Chrysalis glided slowly down from the entrance hole, a vengeful black angel descending to smite us sinners with cold fire. She marched slowly toward us, a slight smile on her face that would have chilled me even if I hadn't been sure she was about to rip my balls off.

I would have gulped, if I dared move without being commanded to. I didn't even allow my eyes to move, staring straight at the back wall of the classroom. I implicitly understood that I would be punished cruelly for so much as a blink.

Chrysalis stopped right in front of us, closer than would be comfortable even under normal circumstances. “Now... How should I punish two changeling drones as thoroughly worthless as the two of you?”

Neither of us answered. To speak at all would be unfathomable blasphemy.

And Chrysalis didn't expect us to speak. She licked her lips with her long, sinuous tongue. “It is a rare and valuable opportunity, to have minions so deserving of cruelty. Even a ruler as kind as myself eventually tires of tedious benevolence.” Her teeth showed as she hissed out the last syllable.

She lifted me with her magic, surprisingly gentle. I didn't fight it, instead taking what was to come passively, barely even registering the fact that she had sat me down on the edge of the desk. Flivvy remained unmoving on the floor for now. Chrysalis stood just in front of me; I didn't dare to look down at her.

Chrysalis lowered her head. I didn't move, but my every muscle tensed, internally cringing at the unknown horror that was to come...

But all that came was a gentle lick across my balls and up my sheath. My breath caught in my throat. No, it couldn't be. This didn't make sense at all. The Queen didn't, didn't ever...

Another caressing lick came, and another, her warm mouth intimately embracing me in a way far too lewd and degrading for a queen. It didn't make sense, but she was down there, doing that.

As my cock slowly emerged, as she began devoting her long tongue to it, I dared to look down at her.

Her eyes were closed. She was completely devoted to her task, letting my limp cock drape across her muzzle as she again went down to slather attention over my balls. I felt the unmistakable tingle as the pointed tip of her tongue traced the cleft between them. My cock hardened more at the impossible, nonsensical, incredible sight, lifting up off her face as it rose.

She slid her tongue up it, rubbing her lips over my hardening flesh the whole way, giving me my first taste of just what kind of pleasure she could bring ... it did the rest of the job for me, leaving me ardently hard, my cock begging for more attention. And it looked like it would get more attention. Queen Chrysalis licked her way to the very tip, then kissed her lips against the flattened head.

It didn't make sense, wasn't possible. The Queen never gave pleasure, she only received it. And if there was ever a time when she would suck a male drone's dick, it certainly wouldn't be now, not with me. I deserved punishment, not an impossibly generous reward!

And yet, there she was, eyes still gently closed and lips beginning to open, sliding down over the top of my shaft. Goddess, her mouth felt amazing! Although she was moving slowly, her tongue writhed against me and her drool slowly dribbled down my length as she went lower and lower. Her head didn't bob on the way down. No, she simply lowered herself gradually while her long, dexterous tongue massaged my cock. She kept going down, taking my entire length into her mouth, into her throat, in one smooth motion that seemed to go on forever ... and seemed like it could never last as long as I wanted it to.

Finally, there she was, her lips against the rim of my sheath, one of her hooves gently caressing my balls below. Her eyes were still closed. For a moment, nothing moved except a few fat drops of drool leaking out from the corners of her mouth. She stayed still and calm as my cock became accustomed to the warm paradise of her royal throat.

Then she opened her eyes.

Queen Chrysalis looked straight up at me, and all of that cold malice was still there. I had barely a fraction of a moment to panic, not enough to act, just long enough for my heart to clench tight.

Her jaws closed – she bit down, piercing my sensitive flesh with her sharp white fangs. I immediately hunched over her head, crying out in pain, trying to curl up around my newly injured cock. But she didn't let go. Every tiny motion I made only caused her fangs to tear a little deeper. I froze in place, barely able to comprehend what was happening to me.

Finally, finally, she opened her mouth and pulled herself off of me. Blood gushed from the base of my wilting erection, but I was finally able to curl up and hold myself. I put pressure on the little wounds, cradling my tender flesh as if that could ease the pain. It didn't. I howled my anguish to the classroom's roof, oblivious to everything but the pain and the growing terror that I would be permanently damaged.

Queen Chrysalis spat a mouthful of my cock blood into my face, into my own open mouth. “Get up, weakling. Your punishment has barely begun.”

I closed my eyes as tears began to well up in them, but I couldn't rise back up. It was unthinkable. The pain redoubled as my cock tried to retreat back into its sheath.

“I said get up!” Her magic ripped me up from the floor, spun me away from her toward the class, and slammed my hooves down onto the ground.

Little splashes of blood spattered to the floor beneath me. My trembling legs held for a moment, but I soon collapsed back down. I lay on my belly, my front hooves underneath me, still trying to stop the flow of blood from my punctured cock.

I expected reprisals for that failure to stand as ordered, but Chrysalis seemed not to care. The flames of her transformation magic flared behind me, but I didn't dare look. I wasn't sure if it was fear of her punishment for looking or simply a desire not to know, but I didn't look.

Green magic yanked Flivvy off her hooves, slammed her back down to the ground in front of me. Her hind legs sprawled right in front of my face ... I could still smell my cum on her cute little pussy.

“Lick her.” Chrysalis' magic shoved my face down, smashing my muzzle into the soft puff of Flivvy's pussy.

Despite my pain and fear, I did as I was told, dutifully giving Flivvy the best tongue-work I knew how to give. Flivvy quivered, looking back at me with a sad hopelessness in her eyes, and also a desperate plea for me to be on her side, to help her through this. Though she was surely in terror, my tongue had its natural effect on her. The scent and taste of my own cum soon gave way to a fresh wave of her juices.

Huge grey forehooves stomped down on either side of my body, bigger than Chrysalis' and without holes. She must have transformed herself into an enormous grey pony.

“This is the second stage of your punishment. You will choose it freely.” Magic yanked my tail painfully upward. Something big, fleshy, and hot butted up against my ass. The unmistakable feeling of a cock ... a huge one. “This is your choice,” she whispered into my ear with a deep masculine voice. “If you bite her just as I bit you, I shall use lubrication.”

My heart froze and dropped out of my chest. Could I do ... that to Flivvy? Could I take the beautiful little pussy I'd idolized for so long and pervert the pleasure of it to cause pain instead? No, no! I couldn’t do it, not to Flivvy! The cock pressed itself against my tail hole. Goddess, it was big! The swollen head of it must have covered half my ass with its pulsing warmth. There was no way I could withstand that without a little lubricating help, I felt sure I would die from it. Already I felt myself rationalizing. Flivvy could forgive me eventually. And she was supposed to be getting punished, too. If I spared her, the Queen would probably do it to her instead, and she'd still be bitten, but for no reason. I'd have my ass torn in two for no reason.

“Well?” The big hot cock on my ass pressed harder. I could feel my flesh beginning to stretch.

I would do it. I had to. I shifted my head a little, sucking the bulge of Flivvy's vulva into my mouth, feeling its softness against the tips of my teeth. But then I froze, unable to go through with it, unable to do it.

The cock pressed again.

I bit down. Ashamed and horrified at myself, I bit into my crush's pussy like a ripe fruit. Flivvy wailed and screamed my name as a mix of her juices and her blood gushed into my mouth. Her muscles spasmed, but Chrysalis' magic held her tightly in place.

The Queen leaned her head down next to my ear. I could feel her hot breath against me as she spoke, “Very good, very good. Now, remember when I said I would use lubrication?”

Chrysalis' cock pressed harder against me, and I whimpered into Flivvy's bloody mess.

“I lied.” Her magic grip froze me in place, and her impossibly strong hips pressed inexorably forward. Flesh pressed against flesh, and it was mine that yielded.

New flares of pain erupted from under my tail, bright flashes of 'No!' Lightning bursts of fire shot through deeper and deeper as my insides stretched farther than they could, trying to accommodate the Queen's enormous girth. Of course my body failed, tore open from the inside. There was no possible resistance, no possible adaptation. There was only that monster of a cock having its way with me, and its way was the way of destruction and pain.

But my torture was only beginning, as I soon learned. Chrysalis had not only girth, but length as well ... seemingly limitless length. Every time I felt sure she had bottomed out, finally reached the limit of how much pain her colossal cock could deliver, I found that she was only pausing for a moment and readying herself for the next push. That cock was a fire and a nauseating pressure inside me. This was nothing like the time with Stikka; this was punishment, a ludicrously endowed hate-fucking from the world's foremost master of hate-fucking.

I screamed into Flivvy's blood-soaked pussy, but that did nothing to alleviate the horribly wrong feeling. Things inside me were breaking and tearing – I felt like I would explode.

Queen Chrysalis groaned high above me. She was enjoying this, taking her pleasure from my agony as much as from my body. It made me sick all over again ... or was that the added pressure from her oversized cock flaring wide somewhere between my stomach and my lungs?

When she came, it was like being swept away in a flood-gorged river. I felt the bulge of it travel down the impossible length of her cock as a rolling fire going deeper and deeper inside me until it burst free. Surging torrents of too-hot jism filled me beyond the breaking point. The waves of agonizing nausea in my gut overwhelmed me.

As more and more of Chrysalis' stallion seed surged through me, I threw up. My stomach emptied itself onto and into Flivvy's injured pussy, and I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop it and I couldn't move. Even being empty didn't help. I convulsed again and again, dry heaving and drooling leftover filth onto Flivvy's inner thigh. And still, Chrysalis came into me, the force of her orgasm not abating in the slightest. Until ... until my heaves weren't dry anymore. The first one surprised and shocked me. Suddenly, my stomach had more to puke out, something thick and gooey. A sticky wad of Chrysalis' stallion cum forced its way up my throat and out onto Flivvy's waiting pussy.

My Goddess... Chrysalis came all the way through me! And still more surged up, overwhelming all of my body's barriers with its impossible force. But at least now her orgasm was beginning to subside. Each consecutive heave of her warm, sour-tasting seed that passed my lips was smaller, until finally she stopped.

Chrysalis yanked herself out of me, and for a moment I was sure she'd ripped my guts out along with her cock. I had to look back over my shoulder, and even after I saw that there was nothing but cum and blood on the floor behind me, I still had difficulty believing I was still in one piece, however damaged that piece was.

She flashed back into her natural form of the Changeling Queen. “Now, the third part of your punishment is that you will enjoy it.” She turned to the class. “All of you, transform into the largest stallions you can manage. Fuck Buzzik as hard as you can. Do not stop until he achieves orgasm.”

A dozen green flashes came from the class. I spat Chrysalis' bile-flavored cum from my mouth and cringed. Changelings are tough, but it already felt like I was about to die ... how was I going to take this?

“Now...” Chrysalis stepped around me, coming toward Flivvy. “For the other little troublemaker...” She leaned down and whispered something into Flivvy's ear. I couldn’t hear what she said, but it made Flivvy simultaneously cringe away and bloodily orgasm into my face.

* * *

I hung in the air, suspended and spit-roasted between two of my classmates, supported by nothing but their humungous cocks in my mouth and my ass.

They rocked me madly back and forth between the two of them. Their girth on either side of me was a splitting pain, but a pain that had become familiar now. I had internalized it, let it become a part of my world. I was in pain now, that was just my state of being, and it would be forever. I wasn't even sure I wanted it to stop anymore.

Sometime during the hours of being tag-team fucked by my classmates, all in the form of giant pony stallions, I had lost track of how many heavy loads of cum they sprayed inside me. Lost track of time, where I was, who I was, what I wanted... I was the pain now, and the pain was me.

I was barely aware of it when another fellow student emptied himself again into my ass. It was only a momentary extra flare of pain as he pulled himself out, another extra flare when the next one shoved himself in, more splatter of red and white on the floor below.

But something incredible was happening to me. More and more, the pain, the discomfort, the constant need to vomit out my classmates' cum ... those didn't matter anymore. I grew accustomed to them, and they faded into random background noise. They were nothing but incomprehensible gibberish. There was one remaining sensation I could make sense of, though, just one left that hadn't yet faded into oblivion.

I was so very, very aroused.

It made no sense, but there it was. As my classmates pounded into me from both ends, as their pendulous balls bumped my chin and hind legs, my own cock, despite its oozing bite marks, was rock-hard underneath me. It was laughably tiny compared to the pillars of stallion meat sliding in and out of my abused asshole and my cracked lips. Somehow that made everything all the more erotic.

The changeling-turned-pony behind me slapped my ass and laughed. “Holy shit, I think it's actually working.”

“Shut up and fuck him, Zilly,” the other one said.

The one fucking my ass was Zilly? I hadn't had the time to notice which changeling became which stallion. It didn't matter anyway – I knew I had been fucked countless times by every single one of them by now. Well, every one of them except Flivvy. Flivvy was already, mercifully, an unconscious drooling heap. She didn't have to do anything now except soak up some of the filth on the floor. I envied that ... but I didn't envy what had gotten her there so much faster. She'd been forced to take three classmates at a time, of course, rather than just two at a time like me.

But Zilly wasn't done toying with me, making a plaything of my body. “Is he giving you a good blowjob?” She slapped my ass again, leaving another red hoofprint.

In response, the other one grabbed my horn and pulled my head in, shoving himself all the way down my throat. It was a familiar agony now; I hardly noticed it. But I could feel the deep heat of his cock, the mass of it inside of me, his medial ring tearing across my esophagus.

“It could be better,” Zilly said. “Watch this!” She reached her big stallion hoof all the way up to my nose and mashed my nostrils shut.

I couldn't breathe! Sure, I had been gagged almost continuously ever since Chrysalis handed me off to the class to play with, but I had been able to suck desperate breaths through my nose, even when I'd been overcome with snot and tears from gagging on huge pony cocks. But now I couldn’t breathe at all. The first few moments were only panic and fear, nothing more, but my body's needs soon asserted themselves. I heaved, convulsing between the two cocks. My throat spasmed, pulling in and out against my blocked nostrils and not getting anything in return.

The changeling with his cock in my mouth groaned at the feeling of my throat's convulsions. I had thought my throat had given up that kind of thing hours ago, but the lack of air put a whole new urgency to it, and I choked on his thick shaft. I could feel his tip flaring deep inside me even as I began to feel woozy.

When he came, I came. I hadn't expected to, but somehow the utter abjection, the total objectification clicked in a place deep inside me, a desire I'd never known before now. As yet another gut-stretching load streamed down my throat, my own cock bobbed up and down beneath me, spurting pathetically small wads of cum into the huge puddle under our hooves.

I was on the verge of passing out, probably from lack of air, but it could have been from the sheer pleasure. This orgasm was something different. My head spun around it, gyrating through its fountain of pleasure. I could feel my whole body warm as if it was glowing, as if my entire soul was pouring out through my cock.

“Excellent,” Chrysalis said. “Release him.” She'd been watching the whole time, sitting on the edge of the desk, right where I had been when she bit me. That smirking grin she was giving me had been there the whole time as well, but it intensified now.

The stallion in my throat pulled out immediately, spraying his last warm spurts across my face, but Zilly held on for a little longer, which left me dangling from her stallion cock with my face in the filth below. “Queen Chrysalis,” Zilly said, “may I please finish?”

“No.”

“But Queen, I—”

“I said no. He has been through enough for now. You may finish with another of your classmates if you wish.”

With a disgusted grunt, Zilly pulled her cock roughly out of my ass. She gave me one more slap for good measure as I collapsed onto the wet floor.

I lay there, panting for breath and with no will whatsoever to rise or even move. Slow, constant streams of cum leaked from my mouth and from my ass, dribbling out into the puddles. I paid them no mind. I had fallen right in front of Flivvy, and as my peripheral vision began to fade, I was glad to see her one more time.

“You are not finished yet,” Queen Chrysalis whispered into my ear, “but I will allow you a reprieve for medical treatment before we begin the remainder of your...”

The world faded to black, and I knew no more.

* * *

I awoke, slowly and groggily, in the hive's infirmary, wrapped in a soothing cocoon. The pain I had become accustomed to, had assumed would forever be a part of me, was almost completely gone now. It was an incredibly refreshing feeling, being unexpectedly free from it. Goddess, I hadn't even really expected to be alive.

But the changeling doctors were skilled, aided by the best healing spells known to our kind. I could be thankful for that at least.

I turned my head and looked through the translucent green skin of my cocoon. There was Flivvy, in another one right next to mine. It didn't look like she was awake yet, though. But she did look peaceful, healthy. I could believe that she would be okay.

Movement from the other side of the cocoon drew my eyes. Queen Chrysalis stepped up to it. Her eyes were no longer cruel. Harsh, perhaps, but no longer harboring intense malice. She gave me a smile, more of a smug grin ... and there was some pride showing through it. Pride at my sexual accomplishment?

“Good, good, you're awake.” She caressed the outside of my cocoon with her pockmarked hoof. “As I said six days before, your punishment is not yet over. However, you have paid back some portion of your debt, and with admirable fortitude. Still, there remains...”

I watched her closely through her pause. Had I really been out for six days? I would have taken a deep breath, had there been any need to breathe inside the fluid-filled cocoon.

“I have decided to be merciful for the remainder of your punishments. First, of course, you did fail the final exam, so you will be retaking the class as the class gimp. But if you can persevere through the punishment I gave you six days ago, that should not be a challenge. I will consider the punishments you endured that day sufficient payment for ejaculating in my eye.” Her eye twitched one more time, as if in memory of that. “But you must still atone for your impudence in coupling with Flivvy rather than waiting for your judgment as you should have. For this, you will be given one last punishment: you and Flivvy have been given to one of your classmates to serve as sex slaves for a period of not less than two years ... longer if I hear any complaints about your behavior. Is that clear?”

My eyes widened, and she must have seen the implicit question in them: 'Who? Which classmate?'

Queen Chrysalis smiled, she smiled so genuinely that I could really believe she intended to be merciful. She answered with just one word: “Aphin.”