Condemned to the Depths

“You monster…” Twilight sobbed quietly, unable to quantify the regret in her heart. The overwhelming desire to reclaim her chance to end Rainbow’s repugnant suffering. “You only did that to hurt her longer… How can you… hate so much?”

“I won’t deny,” Chrysalis said, stifling a belch, “I get off on it.

“Speaking of, I take it the rest of you won’t follow her example by refusing our little digestive aid?”

None of them answered, though Rarity pressed her eyes closed. All of them knew, to accept the humiliating “treatment” was to effectively accept their role as food. To resist, was to suffer horrifically, as Rainbow Dash had.

“Good,” the queen said, accepting their silence. “It’s nice to see you take the drone’s 'honey' over just my own 'vinegar.'”

She sauntered along the line, as they held their collective breath. “Now… your dear friend was rather… bitter and gamey. Pegasi generally are, but that last morsel was one dry turkey.”

Twilight held in the fury rising in her heart. The heartless witch had put Rainbow through being eaten twice… and she didn’t even like how she tasted. It was only to make her suffer.

“So I think,” Chrysalis said, stopping, “I’ll cleanse the palate with something… sweeter.”

Pinkie Pie dared to look up from her staredown with the floor. Already her hair had lost its curl. She looked broken. Being beholden to Rainbow Dash’s fate wiped any trace of smile or energy from her face. Yet somehow, as her eyes locked with the changeling queen’s, she managed to sulk even further.

In fact, she sulked until her chin touched the floor, her rear held high in offering. Her silky straight tail swished across her semi-pudgy flank, until the strands all touched the small of her back.

The drone behind her already extended its phallic organ, and made to advance on her.

“Wait,” Pinkie asked quietly, before sucking on the tip of her left hoof. She removed it, dripping with saliva, and quietly reached behind herself.

Chrysalis giggled as Pinkie dug the hoof into her hiney, working it around with a lewd, embarrassing sound as she pressed her lips together in concentration, a touch of color betrayed on her cheeks. Twilight felt a cold pit in her stomach, seeing Pinkie acquiesce so fully, to the point of preparing herself for what was coming.

It felt so wrong. Such a surrender to the… horrible creature before them, helping it murder them all easier. And yet she was conflicted, as Pinkie’s actions would make the intrusion of her own backside easier… but would she give the queen that kind of show? Would it be nobler to fight to the bitter end, brave and reckless like Rainbow Dash, even if it meant a disgustingly slow and excruciating death?

Or was Pinkie’s strategy the better one? Accepting the terms of her fate, facing it with her head held high, and not giving her the satisfaction of a struggle… the twisted, sadistic bitch.

Pinkie finally removed the hoof from herself, sitting it back upon the ground, still slick with fluid from both ends. “Okay,” she told them, staring forward, “I’m ready.”

“Good girl,” Chrysalis cooed, as the drone finally mounted her, its weight settling on Pinkie’s back. The organ’s tip slid across her flank, bobbing low and lightly smacking her girl bits, and making her bite her tongue to keep silent with mixed success.

Finally, the fleshy rod prodded the sphincter just under her dock. Encountering little resistance, it pressed forward, and sank halfway in with one thrust.

Pinkie’s head jerked, forehead pressing into the ground as she inhaled sharply through her nostrils, eyes pressed shut. She was stoic, breathing in time as the drone pulled back for leverage, hooves dug into her waist, and buried itself fully within her rectum.

Twilight again was hard pressed to witness this loveless copulation. She hadn’t accepted that the then evil Cadance would certainly have traditionally done similar things with her brother once the day was out, leave alone see it with her friends.

She wasn’t sure if it was better to look away, and offer the most pointless guise of privacy… or watch every moment of it, and savor every last glance she could, of a friend she was about to see for the very last time.

And so, she watched, weeping silently… for she would miss her friend. She already would have given the world to see Rainbow, Spike and Fluttershy again.

Pinkie stood stoic as the drone pumped its gooey green fluid into her hiney. A sensation that made her gut gurgle with discomfort. She sighed, a hoof rubbing her belly as her shoulder touched the floor. She hadn’t expected it, but apart from nausea, it felt like she really needed to take a d… less brief fillies room visit. Hey, she wasn’t an overly mature mare, but she drew the line at potty talk… even in her brain. Good girls didn’t discuss number two in polite company.

Nor did good girls do what she was slowly considering, hoof still down at her belly. But… she didn’t have long, and if Rainbow had been any indication, nor did the parts making her a “her.”

‘Smoke ‘em while you’ve still got ‘em,’ she thought, as her hoof reached further back.

“Oh my,” Chrysalis chortled, “nevermind; not such a good girl! Naughty naughty girl! I love it...”

Twilight watched in confusion, the red in her face burning as Pinkie sighed, rubbing what of her mound and folds she could reach. The party pony bit her lip, as her friends’ jaws went slack.

Pinkie’s imagination had to go into overdrive to enjoy any of this. But she would. She was determined to. The awful queen wouldn’t steal this, the last, selfish little ounce of joy she’d experience in this world. Eyes closed, she imagined she was hosting one of her… after dark shindigs. She’d invited some lucky, inexperienced colt upstairs to her loft. The clock struck midnight, and her anxious little birthday boy was now of breeding age.

He was unsure, and wanted his first to be with his marefriend, when he found her anyway. But they came to a compromise that satisfied everypony. She was a bit bloated from too much cake, but… he could have his first with his lucky lady some day in the usual way… while tonight, he’d sew his wild oats in her cutie patootie. It didn’t count if you didn’t want it to.

What? It wouldn’t be the first time.

So here she was beneath the virginal younster, tailhole full of his supple, overexcited meat. He came early… but he was a gusher! It was the longest orgasm, like… ever! The freak of nature was still filling her! That cake would have company soon…

All the while, she massaged her throbbing little berry. She hadn’t wanted to dirty herself with the hoof she touched her butthole with, but fantasies aside… she knew she wasn’t going to be here long enough to worry about an infection. Her shoulders and cheek supported her upper body as both hooves stretched between her legs and played her cunny like a piano.

Her back arched and hips gyrated as she worked herself against her mate’s mechanical motions, until even the grim reality couldn’t hold back the blissful groan as ecstasy found her, splashing the thighs of the perplexed drone inside her as she came.

Her chest heaved, lids half shut as she lay lifeless, hind legs twitching in the aftermath.

As Twilight stood, lost for words as she tried to ignore the pungent musk wafting over, Pinkie gagged as a splash of green coated her lips.

Once she had wiped her mouth, Pinkie closed her eyes, barely wincing as the drone removed itself from her. “You can have me now. I’m not gonna fight you. Just… be quick about it.”

Chrysalis laughed, hooves clapping in appreciation. “My dear, you’re such an unexpected little treat. In all the times I’ve done this, never has one of my little horderves left me with such a show.

“Well I say ‘encore,’ little sweet! Surely that’s not the last of it?”

“I said to eat me and be done,” Pinkie demanded, the color in her cheeks not fading for the queen’s praise.

Chrysalis rounded to her backside, surprising Pinkie as she shoved her snout right beneath her crotch and lifted her off her hind legs by it, all the while taking a deep sniff. Pinkie yelped, face like a tomato as her rump slapped back down onto the cobblestone.

“I’m sorry, I’m terrible,” she explained, licking the dripping arousal from her snout. “I never could resist playing with my food.”

“Play with yourself,” Pinkie ordered. “Just get it over with. I’m not your plaything. Swallow me up or let me go.”

The queen’s demeanor soured. “If that’s how you want it then. But shout, will you… if you change your mind on the way down.”

Chrysalis’ emerald magical aura encased the pink pony, hefting her high as she stretched Pinkie taut, hind legs together straight down and forelegs likewise over her head. Her jaws yawned apart, strings of saliva connecting her predatory teeth.

The queen groaned, shoving her hooves and legs straight down her throat, not so much swallowed as stuffed. The glow of magic faded away, leaving Pinkie to wobble upright, mired in the gaping gullet as if worked over her legs. She heaved back and forth, legs rubbing together as she tried to stay upright, and not hang over either toothy jaw like a wet noodle.

She locked eyes with Twilight, giving her a long, sad look, is if in apology. “It’s not your fault, Twilight. Don’t let her tell you s—Oh—oh-ooh?!”

Pinkie shrieked, cheeks burning fiercely as Chrysalis’ work sucking her down culminated in the long forked tongue penetrating her folds, savoring her feminine faculties.

“H-hey!” Pinkie exclaimed, fighting the drunken arousal in her half-lidded eyes. “I-I told you to f-finish what you… ooohmmm… started...”

She worked to twist her thighs together and pin the tongue worming within her bothered loins. As stoic as she tried to be, she had to pause and give an intoxicated thousand-yard stare as Chrysalis pleasured her, mercilessly juices from whatever orifice she could draw from.

“W-when I told you to… e-eat me,” Pinkie warbled, her free hooves pressing against the pointed fangs on the upper jaw. “Th-this wasn’t whuh… what I meant…”

She pressed hard, drawing beads of blood as the teeth embedded into her hooves. “And you know it!”

Pinkie winced and cried out as she shoved up with all her might, forcing her hips, and the queen’s tongue, waist-deep into the monstrous throat.

Tongue still buried in the party pony’s now-literal snatch, the queen of changelings choked and gagged, eyes tearing up. She heaved, desperately trying to suck in or expel Pinkie as she fought for air.

Riding this bronco, half inside, half outside, Pinkie turned her baby blue eyes to her friends. “No turning back now… Goodbye.”

“Oh… oh my g…” Applejack started, unable to find words.

“We love you, Pinkie!” Twilight blurted out, watching her torso slowly vanish as Chrysalis tugged her down.

“I-I know, sillies!” Pinkie replied, neck sinking, her face obscured by teeth. They could just see the sparkle of a tear beyond the salivating maw. “I love you t—”

One last glimpse of her eyes were all they got before her mouth was covered by the throat. The queen’s jaws snapped shut, and a huge, difficult swallow pained her as Pinkie finally made her ultimate descent.

As the bulge carried into her chest, Chrysalis wheezed, panting with exertion as her belly filled once more. “L-little… ingrate! I nearly swallowed my tongue!

“I had tried to give her a loving little sendoff, but if you want out so badly, then fine! Have it your way!” she cried, poking her belly with a hoof, before it began gurgling and shrinking as it had before.

Twilight thought she’d start getting used to this… but she couldn’t. She watched, knowing that somewhere in that mass, she was losing another friend forever…

All the while, Chrysalis was silent, listening for the inevitable screams.

They never came. The churning, gurgling gut only sizzled as it reduced its guest to pure nutrients. Somehow, Pinkie Pie remained determinedly silent. And as the queen’s midsection regained its svelte proportions, the perky pink pony passed on in peace.