Condemned to the Depths

Chrysalis fumed. Pinkie Pie’s passing had been exceedingly vexing for her. The little strumpet had gotten her so worked up, she thought the pink pony would indulge her, in intimacy closer than could otherwise be achieved… After all, swallowing your lover made for the ultimate climax to a moment of passion.

But she had been a selfish lover. Got what she wanted, and left her moist and bothered. Didn’t even struggle, but to end it quickly. Didn’t even delight her with struggles or her wonderful little yelps as she melted away inside her.

She never denied, executing ponies like this was quite as much about sex as it was sustenance. But she was normally content to watch her drones partake, and maybe fondle her victims with that skilled tongue as she gobbled them up. It was her favorite way to take somepony… inside her.

Life was good like that, when you were a changeling. When you could alter form at will, what was to stop you from literally making your own throat an erogenous zone? Just alter a few nerves, and the parts of the brain they connected with… instant esopha-g-spot. Her uvula even surreptitiously rubbed their bodies like a clit.

And she kept her throat nice and tight, and wet. Unknown to them, as they experienced the reality of being eaten alive, they were also acting as full-body phalluses. Working their way down, vibrating as they screamed, wriggling as they struggled… deeper… deeper!

If only they knew…

But as she beheld the last three mares, staring up at her breathless, she felt unfulfilled. She would make these last few count. She had some plans already, but this next one she’d get creative.

“Hmm…” Chrysalis uttered, finally making a decision. “I’m still in the mood for soft. Make your peace, my dainty dish.”

There was no mistake which of them she meant. Rarity had been trembling before, but now shook uncontrollably. Her elegant tail snapped down to cover her shame, and slammed her rear to the floor as she backpedaled away.

“NO!!! NOOOO!!!” she shrieked, mascara running down her face as she burst into tears. “I don’t want to go! I can’t, please, I have so much to live for!!!”

Chrysalis brightened immediately. This one wouldn’t disappoint. Not the least bit willing… she would struggle to the end.

“I’ll do ANYTHING! I know ponies, I have skills! I can be more useful to you than just a snack!”

“Is that so?” Chrysalis replied, feigning interest. “I understood you to be a maker of clothes. As we don’t wear anything… well, aside from the forms of our enemies, what use could you be?”

“I said I have connections!” Rarity gasped, trying to make her case. “I know important ponies, I—”

Rarity stopped as Chrysalis flamed up in a flash of green, and suddenly saw herself eyeing her hungrily. “Well then,” the doppelganger said in her own voice, “then it’s not you I need so much as your form. I don’t need you outside my belly for that.”

Rarity sat wide eyed as she returned to her monstrous form with another flash.

“And besides, what connections could I need now? I have supplanted Celestia. You’ve somepony of more import than that?”

Rarity was stunned into silence. Indeed, she knew it was an unlikely gamble to succeed, but now it had been spelled out: she was of no use to the queen, except to be consumed. To make the journey through that horrible mouth, and become a monster’s swollen paunch.

The next drone closed in behind her, preparing to force her into an accessible position. Rarity snapped out of her revelry, lashing out as she felt it approach, the drone hissing as it was shoved away.

“NO!” Rarity snarled, suddenly livid, grabbing her tail from under her and holding it between her hooves. “Keep your filthy… parts away from my bum! A lady doesn’t use her… ergh… ‘back passage,’ as anything but an exit! I’ll not be violated like this!”

“Oh?” the queen wondered, moving in from behind. “So you’d rather cut to the chase, and follow your pegasus friend’s example, eh?”

Rarity froze, looking up as Chrysalis’ neck leaned down, breathing in with a moan as her lips extended toward her perfect curls.

“No no no!” Rarity cried, worming away as the queen closed her mouth and smiled down at her.

“You’d rather not die as she did?”

“I don’t want to die at all!!!” Rarity screamed, sobbing openly. “I-I’ve so much life in me yet, I was just starting to make a name for myself! I have a destiny!

“... And it’s all lead to this?! This is to be my legacy?! Remembered not for what I did, but how I ended? Remembered for being eaten?! Not Rarity, the master who changed the world of fashion! Not Rarity, the artiste! Just, ‘here lies Rarity, eaten by a changeling!’ ”

“Oh, my little morsel,” Chrysalis cooed, “Fear not. They won’t remember you for being eaten… and that won’t be your epitaph...”

Rarity’s tears paused, as she dared to look up, puzzled.

Chrysalis smiled. “Once we’re finished, there will be nothing to put in a grave. More rather, they simply won’t remember you at all. Not even for a mass grave. I don’t waste nutrients through your fetid excretions. I use everything I ingest. You’ll never leave my body. You are mine, forever.”

“Oh-ho no-ho-ho…” Rarity wept, “You can’t do this to me…”

“I’m afraid it is going to happen.” Chrysalis told her. “You’ll not leave this room, or pass the next few minutes, through any means but within my belly. Your tears tell me you already know this…”

As if to prove her point, Rarity shut her eyes tight, heavier tears spilling out as she winced.

“Very good,” Chrysalis said, taking her silence in the affirmative. “Then let’s stop these silly games. Present yourself for the drone, dear. I doubt the protracted suffering will be to your taste, as much as it is to mine.”

Rarity didn’t move but to hiccup with tears, still hiding herself as much as possible. “I-It’s not f-fair!”

Chrysalis sighed, preparing to subject the ultimate punishment for her defiance as she parted her lips.

“I-I,” Rarity said, beginning to blush, “I’ve never even been with a stallion! I was saving myself for my one and only! My prince!”

Chrysalis paused, face turning blank, before she chuckled in her throat. “Oh, is that all? The little dear isn’t so unlike the stoic strumpet I just gobbled after all!”

Rarity dared to look up, confusion lining her face.

“I mean, if you’d like to play, I can ease the last of your troubles.”

With that, Rarity turned around as she lit up green again, and the alabaster, blond-headed form of Prince Blueblood stood before her.

“It was a prince you wanted, was it not? I can certainly ‘accommodate,’ you. Accommodate your brains out…”

The false prince’s roguish advance stopped dead as Rarity visibly recoiled, crinkling her nose in a visage of disgust.

“Oh come now, don’t be petty!” Chrysalis ordered, incensed.

“No no, it’s just, “Rarity stammered, “I’m afraid I’ve already had the… pleasure, of meeting Blueblood. He once revved up my ‘sewing machine’ quite nicely. Since then, he makes a desert of my… you know.”

“Ah, I see…” Chrysalis said, before her horn lit up, a sickly green reaching out to Rarity’s head.

Rarity reared back and recoiled at the act, falling onto her back as it finished. A flash of green filled her vision, and before she knew it, Blueblood had been replaced with a tall, slender brown stallion with bright blond hair. His half-lidded gaze swam over her behind white-rimmed spectacles. Her cheeks flushed faintest pink, as her mouth parted in surprise.

“More to your liking?” the stallion asked, slowly stalking up to her. “I’m sorry for that intrusion, I can’t play twenty questions to figure your ideal mate. But in doing so, this next ‘intrusion’… I’ll not apologize for...”

“T—” Rarity hiccuped. “Trenderhoof?”

“Oh, seems I did good,” the faker said, sniffing the air, his muzzle following right to the space above her crotch.

The red in her face darkened, and she crossed her legs tightly. “I-I… I wanted this to be with the one I belonged to.”

Chrysalis laughed in the stallion’s voice, stepping over her as she leaned in. “Oh, but my little pony… you do belong to me. Horn to tail… head to haunch.”

Rarity couldn’t help but to glance under Trenderhoof’s swiftly approaching chin, to his bobbing… impressive... girth.

“Just forget everything,” the fake said, face nearing hers inch by inch, “and trust your senses.”

Rarity noted the faintest whiff of cologne, before her parted lips met his.

She relented, head swimming as he deepened the kiss, strong tongue entering her mouth. She closed her eyes, pressing into the assault and wrapping a foreleg behind his neck.

Seeking part of her attention, one of the fake’s hind legs pressed into the small gap in her closed legs with more and more force. Slowly she relaxed, thighs parting as his leg slid in, spreading her apart. She did not let herself splay open fully. She was not that kind of mare. She wouldn’t present like a mandril under any circumstance.

It was all Chrysalis needed though, as the bobbing tip rested atop her mons, before pulling back slightly and letting it drag lower. Rarity moaned into his mouth as her ruby was grazed, her pearly gates moistening as the tip came to rest at her entrance.

She opened her eyes as he pulled away from the kiss, leering down at her as he chuckled in his throat. She gasped as she felt pressure mounting, stretching the entrance to her flower, what felt like a wall of hot flesh trying to wedge itself sideways into her ladyhood. She grunted, as the stretching went from tight to painful, as he crept steadily in.

“H-ARGH!!!” she cried, as all at once, with one final jab he slipped inside her. She felt a sharp pain along the bottom of her taut hymen, and felt something cool slowly oozing down her bottom.

“Ooh, somepony wasn’t lying about her virtue,” Trenderhoof said, upper body raised, hooves on her hips and eyes on her prize. “Get a little of that red out of your cheeks, and onto my meat…”

As she lie there, she tried her best to relax, though she was still stretched to discomfort. The slightest pleasure crept into her from having been entered. “H-hold on, I need a momeeeeeegh— Ah! Aaah-aaaaah...!”

But the fake took this moment to thrust deeper, leaning back over her as he stretched her up to his medial ring. “Mmm… no my dear, you’ll have to just grin and take it. Hmm hmm… such a… urgh… tight little vixen…”

“UUUURGH!” Rarity gasped deeply, as another thrust popped the ring in, and he pinned her down as the rest of him slowly slid to hilt inside her.

She swam in a sea of paradise and pain. Blood still trickling from her beginner’s wound, she stung as he filled her. And yet the filling was such a satisfying, heavenly sensation…

She breathed heavily, only to have her lips once more taken by Trenderhoof’s, as he withdrew and pistoned back in. It occurred to her, that these same lips would eventually engulf her whole body, and drag her down…but oddly, Chrysalis was right: she needed to trust her senses, in order not to collapse from fear. And her senses were telling her she was in the lap of bliss, being vigorously loved by Trenderhoof and his hefty implement of passion.

She moaned uncontrollably into his mouth as he vigorously slammed into her, withdrawing as far as the medial ring only to plunge back in. Inwardly, she felt the sweat between their bodies, her blood and juices leaving her whole bottom a slick, sticky mess. The scent of their fornication was almost overpowering. It partly disgusted her, particularly to know the vast majority of it was the doing of her own body. And yet, as she felt herself being taken, over and over again, she had to admit it added to the primal sense of the act.

It wasn’t as though she’d never pleasured herself before, but a lady never tells… so she could never let on that this was infinitely more potent a sensation, even as he brought her closer and closer to the all-important climax.

Finally, the fake groaned as its pace went erratic, but firmly reached her in all the right ways. She could feel the pulse of a heartbeat throbbing between her walls, and knew she was being filled with his seed.

It was just enough to bring her over the top, and she let out a protracted cry into his mouth as her hips ground into the final deepening thrusts of their congress. She was filled with the heady, head-rolling, hoof-curling sensation that came with release. So when it was over, and she’d ridden the tide of their passion out, she was barely aware of what happened as her limbs went limp.

She was barely aware of the green flash as Chrysalis returned to her terrible self, the phallus she conjured still extant and inside her. In her addled, relaxed state, she barely reacted to being hoisted upright and turned around. She began taking notice as she felt her body pivot around the rod still stretching her inner walls, and face her last two friends, who watched in a state of bashful gloom.

She gasped, senses returning to her more by the second, as she was lifted by strong hooves to remove the cozy implement from her body. She felt herself beginning to leak from her formerly virginal passage, reaching her hooves out to cover herself with a blush. She wanted desperately to take a powder-break and fix this… but as reality returned, she knew that could never be.

“Oh dear,” Chrysalis cooed, “you make such a wonderful mate, I’d almost be tempted to keep you around as a harem girl, if I hadn’t a standard to uphold.”

The fleshy rod Rarity had ridden still bobbed against her mons, and she could see it plainly. And so, she had a front-row seat as she watched it engulfed in painless green flame, to thicken and extend to untenable proportions. Girth-wise, it had engorged by only a quarter, but length… still bobbing against her front, the wicked thing would tickle the bottom of her ribs, taken fully.

“W-what are you going t-to do with th…” Rarity quivered, back in the dungeon of horrors at last. Back where being raped and eaten were both the punishment, and the only escape.

Chrysalis laughed. “Let’s not ask dumb questions. I rarely do this myself, but when I do, I do it right. At the least, my length and your bottom are quite slippery enough to do that.”

Rarity felt her mouth go dry, as she was slowly raised up, the tip of the monster’s monster ever lowering to threaten the last of her chastity. A pleasure and taboo she wouldn’t extend to even her one true love, a thing she never wanted to personally experience. She struggled, hind legs flailing, hooves attempting to reach down and prevent the impossible penetration. But Chrysalis was too strong. All she was doing was giving her a wriggling victim.

Finally, her face turned red hot as she felt the tip sitting at her nether passage, bumping the dock of her tail as it gently pressed. It felt huger than it looked.

“Mmm,” the queen moaned, “you’ll want to take a deep breath, lover, it’s a long way down. And yes, it’s going to hurt.”

“No! No! N—HGGKK!!!”

Rarity’s teeth clamped into each other as she felt herself forced upon the black beast, her rumpled rump parting to admit it. It might have felt like she was being slowly run through with a sword, if the wound hadn’t already existed. She was lucky not to have held her tongue at, or she swore her teeth would have bitten it off.

Chrysalis was mercifully slow as she stretched the fashionista’s virgin sphincter open, but all the patience in Equestria couldn’t stop the slick lubrication of their mating from having its say.

Rarity’s head threw itself back against the queen’s chest as the tip sank into her rectum all at once. It felt like a schoolyard indian burn… but in her rear end, and the cause of it hadn’t gone away. Amidst the pain, she was faintly aware of a dissimilar burning on the front side of her anal ring, sharp and warm. Once more, she felt something cold dripping, and realized it was as she believed: the overlarge implement had actually tore her. With the tip alone.

“Ahh, so tight…” Chrysalis groaned, giving micro thrusts with the tiny room she had. Already she had essentially filled the pony’s rectum. “I wish I could tell you the worst was over, my dear. But we’ve a ways to go yet.”

Rarity could barely speak, she was too busy gasping through clenched teeth, struggling to bear it all without passing out from shock. She didn’t want to be unconscious for what the evil queen planned to ultimately do to her, as enticing as it sounded not to live through it.

“Ya-y-you…! HNNNGK!!! C-can’t fit that in m-me! It’s too… it’s too…”

Rarity took a lucid moment to look at her friends, who were watching in abject horror. “N-no!” she cried, positively glowing red as it dawned that she was on display, being anally violated. “Don’t look at me!!!”

“Oh no no no,” Chrysalis said, suddenly reacting with a scowl. “You’ll all watch. You’ll look right at her backside as I plow these barren lands. You’ll not look away, or I’ll gobble her as she is, and then you can listen to her scream for the next fortnight, like your other friend did.”

Rarity began weeping openly, trying to shut her eyes as they dutifully beheld her rape with their penetrating gaze. Twilight wasn’t sure she’d have honored Rarity’s wishes anyway, but was already run ragged from this sick game.

“As to how you’ll take me, I’m quite well versed in the limitations of ponies,” Chrysalis told her, steadily applying pressure. Rarity winced and grunted as it felt like the tip was pressing against a solid wall inside her.

“You see,” Chrysalis continued, “there exists an upper passage called the Sigmoid colon, normally bent in such a way that something straight cannot pass through from this angle. However… if you tilt a smidge left...”

Rarity’s eyes opened in confusion as she felt this exactly, the tip sliding over her insides with an odd sensation.

Chrysalis clutched Rarity’s thighs. “... And you’re put in a good squatting position…” She then lifted the seamstress’ legs high, the pony herself looking puzzled and humiliated. “...the tract straightens, all lined up, and ready to receive.”

Rarity shook, daring to slowly look up as Chrysalis giggled, before she felt herself pressed down again.

A stabbing sensation in her gut told Rarity that the queen’s prediction was coming true. A sting in a place she had never felt it before, as her anus burned from the thickening length passing through it. With horror, she felt the warmth sliding over the inside of her colon, rising up. Looking down, she saw a bulge beneath the skin on her left over her belly.

Involuntary spasms of noise blurted out between her clenched teeth. As it continued inside her, she felt waves of nausea, making her tear up and retch dryly.

“Oh, good morsel,” the queen cooed. “That’s right, almost done…”

Indeed, with feelings she couldn’t quantify, Rarity felt (and saw) the tip come just short of her ribs. She felt the base of the queen’s shaft settle against the entrance to her exit, and her buttocks atop her crotch and thighs.

“It feels so good…” Chrysalis said, pausing to behold the bulge distending Rarity’s body. She ran a hoof over it, rubbing herself through the skin. “Having me in you like this, does it bring forth any comprehension to my… tastes?”

“I-I…” Rarity whimpered, the odd, random sting striking along her colon every so often as her core muscles worked to make her talk. “I c-could never… and my body is too frail—”

“Indeed!” Chrysalis laughed. “I’m of the persuasion to alter my form. Suffice to say, if you actually tried consuming a living thing, you couldn’t handle it.

“And this part of you,” she said, rubbing the bulge again and provoking a wince from Rarity, like she’d pulled a back muscle recently, “ it’s unbelievably soft on me. But also so fragile. You’re not long for Equestria anyway, but you’d best watch your squirming. Wouldn’t want to tear something.”

Rarity could only mutter incoherently as the monster inside her seized her around the thighs, and began to slowly bob her up and down, the instrument of grief sliding over her insides.

A gurgling she heard (and felt) within brought a worse, fuller sensation to the mix, and at first Rarity was afraid something even more embarrassing was coming. What an awful time to come down with the trots… would she have had to excuse herself from a wedding?!

“Mmm… going to baste your insides with my ‘special sauce.’ ”

‘Oh right,’ she thought, recent memories coming back to her mind. ‘Just the fluid to aid in her… digestion.’

She was along for the ride as Chrysalis increased the pace, and difference in depth. Wincing as the rod rubbed shoulders with her kidneys, stomach, liver, spleen… and the colon walls themselves, all protesting in a primal way. Stinging with dire signals that filled her throat with the taste of metal. All sending her the message that what was being done to her shouldn’t be. More and more, as she was vigorously taken and pumped full of the horrible green slime, she felt like little more than a sleeve for the massive member.

“Pl-please, stop! I can’t… I can’t…!”

Rarity’s sobs quieted to gasps and coughs, as to her terror, the queen complied.

“Oh very well,” Chrysalis said. “I suppose we’ll just get this over with then. Time to go, dear. I hope half full is enough.”

“NO!!!” Rarity bawled, shrinking away as much as possible with the rod holding her in place. “No, not yet, please!”

“Well you’re spoiling the mood, my little tart!” Chrysalis fumed. Perhaps I’m more hungry than aroused? It’s no difference to me if you go ready or not. What will you do to change my mind?”

Rarity stared up at her, eyes wide, trying to wrap her head around the queen’s demands. Finally, tears still streaming steadily, still taken by the occasional choke, a hoof ventured between her legs to fondle her bloodstained flower, and another massaged her teats above that. Still pinned by the member holding her stiff, she tried swaying her hips, and arching her back in a shaky show of seduction.

Then, teeth bared, she began to work herself up and down the phallus’ length. She leaned to pull it out, and then grunted as she sat back to let it sink inside her fully.

“Oh my!” Chrysalis laughed, her interest clearly piqued. “It looks like you want it very badly… would you tell me how much?”

Rarity tried to mask the silent sobs, which deepened as she worked to speak amidst what she was doing to herself. “I-I want your… hot… throbbing l-length… I want you t-to… to rut my petite bum r-raw! R-r… RUT me till I’m filled to the brim… pound me like a little wh… whore…”

Chrysalis smiled. “You make it sound so… dirty…”

Chrysalis leaned down, and began making out with the poor mare, saving her the trouble of speaking as the queen took over. Rarity’s words had betrayed her, as Chrysalis followed them to the letter. In near shock, she experienced the penetrating organ drawing out nearly a third of its length, and slamming back in at full force. The pace was rapid and pornographic, her poor anus indeed being rutted raw, as her innards were constantly displaced by the phallus shoving them out of the way. No doubt bruising them eventually. She did her best not to vomit, especially with her lips glued to the monster herself.

All the while, what part of Rarity wasn’t trying to cope with the awful sensations, was hearing the slapping patter of her buttocks against the queen’s crotch. Like a cheap harlot, being used, no love to be found.

She tried to bear it, tried to endure. Despite her best efforts, she found her gorge rising. In a terrifying moment, she vomited into her ‘lover’s’ mouth, who pulled away in an instant and put the brakes to their fornication.

She struggled to stop, but it ended nearly as quick as it began. She thought Chrysalis might tear her apart, but then noticed something that made even the thick, hot rod inside her feel like ice. What she had vomited was bright green.

To her surprise, Chrysalis gave one last kiss on her mouth, leering down at her with a sharklike grin. “Well my sweet… We’ve become one in every other way. But now it’s time for you to truly be part of me.”

“No… No, it can’t end yet!” Rarity gasped, panic taking her. She struggled to worm away, but the rod inside her brought debilitating pain with every attempt to weave left or right. “Pleeeeease! I’ll do anything!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!! IT CAN’T END LIKE THIS!!!”

Chrysalis loomed towards her, jaws outstretched, freakishly twisting her neck for the task. Rarity shoved her hooves up against the descending teeth, the tongue and palate, only to slip further and sink into the waiting throat.

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!”

Helpless, she watched as her forelegs sank further and further, pinning from both ends. She knew it was only a matter of time as her head, and beautiful curls began to touch the slipping saliva inside.

“I don’t want to go…” she whimpered, closing her eyes against the nightmare, even as the top of her head sat at the pit of the throat. And still the jaws steadily descended. “I don’t want to gooooo…! I just want to live…! I just want to li—”

With those parting words, her head sunk entirely into the throat, her legs flailing uselessly atop the queen’s thighs.

The mare silenced, the others could only watch as Chrysalis began to thrust her hips up into her body once more, the pathetic yelps mewling within the throat as it continued ever deeper. Indeed, the queen was using the thrusting motion partly to shove more of Rarity up into a mouth that had yet to do any true swallowing.

Freakishly, Chrysalis’ mouth descended over her upper body, covering the huge bulge of the phallus still wedged inside.

At last, she reached Rarity’s hips, and began wrapping her lips around them even as she continued thrusting. But it had come to an end. There was a muffled yelp as she just sank her fangs into the plentiful tush, dragging her up, and finally drawing the impossible penis out from her gaping fanny.

Legs still kicking, Chrysalis tilted her high into the air, and eagerly began swallowing at last. Rarity screamed and cried as the last of her was wolfed down, hooves vanishing as she slid down and out of sight in the massive changeling’s body.

“You were a wonderful, if vexing lover,” the queen explained. “And look, now you’ve made a nice bulge in me.

“I’m afraid it cannot last though. Goodbye, dear princess.”

Once more, the literally gut-churning screams lashed out from the terrible belly. Short lived, but white-knuckle, until finally the seamstress’ worries were over.