Once more, Twilight could only stare at the spot where so many friends had vanished from her life forever. She was left with one now… only one. Those who before had given her strength, and purpose, were about to be little more than memories.

And very soon now, she would join them.

Applejack stepped forward. There was no question as to what would happen next. Only the lengths of the murderous queen’s cruelty. She steeled herself.

“Ah, I see someone thinks themselves as having come to terms,” Chrysalis laughed, eyeing the defiant posture Applejack took on.

“We both know you’re gonna toy with me,” Applejack told her. “You’re too eager to watch us suffer. No way I’m just getting my rump pumped, and takin’ the tonsil express, is there?”

Chrysalis’ face leered into a wicked smile.

“Well whatever I’m about to go through, just make it done with!” Applejack cried. “You finish me off whatever disgusting way you feel like, and get Twi’s sufferin’ over an’ done! She don’t deserve this kinda hurt.”

The queen continued to smile at her, before finally taking a breath. “Oh I could just tell you were to be no fun on your own. So boring when they resign themselves and can’t jump down my throat fast enough… There’s no comparison when I’m sent a meal so incapable of accepting their fates. The way their bodies tense and shudder, because they truly cannot believe this could happen to them. Those cocksure little tarts that honestly believe they’ll see the light of day.”

Chrysalis chuckled. “I had you pegged from the start, my dear. And I think I’ll season you with some appetizers.”

The gates of the dungeons opened loudly with a squeal of ancient iron, and a few more changelings marched in, dragging the fiddly, frightened forms of three fillies with them.

“A-Applebloom?! Sweetie? Scoots???” Applejack stammered, suddenly turning white.

Twilight couldn’t old her tongue any longer. “What is this?! Leave them out of this, they have nothing to do with—”

“Applejack! Twi’!” the earth filly exclaimed, face brightening at the sight.

“Alright!” Sweetie Belle squeaked.

“Finally, now we can get out of here!” Scootaloo opined. “Cause if you two are here, Rainbow Dash can’t be far behind!”

“I do love a family reunion,” Chrysalis mused, before turning to Scootaloo. “Tell me little one, would you truly like to know where your Rainbow savior is?”

Scootaloo’s expression darkened as she was addressed. “Wherever she is, she’s gonna kick your tail! You won’t last a minute!”

Chrysalis laughed uproariously, instantly on the verge of tears. “Such an ironic sentiment, young one! And one shared by your little hero.

“But it wasn’t enough to stop her from meeting her end… in here.”

Chrysalis’ hoof patted her belly, still paradoxically slim, not a hint of its former prisoners in its form.

Scootaloo’s eyes winced together, as her anger faded. “W-what? You? You ate her?!”

“She tried to fight,” the queen said, relishing the reaction, “but I dragged her down all the same.”

“You’re,” Scootaloo said, her eyes quickly tearing up as anger took her again. “You’re LYING!”

“A’ course she is!” Applebloom opined. “She’s barely big enough to swallow an apple. How could she down a full-grown pony?”

“Like this,” Chrysalis said, a glow surrounding Scootaloo who floated up in surprise.

“NO!” Twilight and Applejack both shrieked.

“She’s just a filly!” Applejack shouted, trying not to offend.

“What are you— She hasn’t even had the—” Twilight halted, at the sudden realization that she was about to advocate for the rape of a child.

“Like hero, like sidekick,” Chrysalis muttered, before letting the filly with her eyes like pinpricks, simply fall between her open jaws.

Scootaloo only whimpered in terrified confusion as the jaws closed over her, before they opened again swiftly. Ravenously, the queen’s mouth became a frenzied flurry of movement, as Scootaloo feebly tried to roll out or escape. All the while, Chrysalis toothlessly gnawed her body, rolling her around in her mouth and basting the filly with her tongue.

The second time Chrysalis closed her mouth a few seconds, working Scootaloo around like a wad of gum before opening again. As the rolling continued, Twilight saw a stream of fluid shoot out between the changeling’s teeth, and at first she thought it was the doing of the great changeling’s saliva glands. It took her a moment to realize as it splashed on the floor, that it was poor Scootaloo peeing herself in terror.

Twilight wondered, for a moment, why that possibility hadn’t occurred to her before that atop everything else, they might relieve themselves in the horror of being devoured. She supposed if any of them did, it might have been Fluttershy. But then, Fluttershy’s rump had gone in the throat first… so perhaps she had, and none of them had realized it.

Even as she watched, imagining it from their position, she was all the more terrified of what would come when it became her turn. To be swallowed up, and sit curled up in the stomach, and know it would be the end of her life. And worse, to await the acids, to bring a swift and excruciating end.

And then she snapped back to reality, mentally smacking herself for thinking so selfishly, as an innocent filly was experiencing the real thing right in front of her.

She didn’t bother to speak out, there was no point. Chrysalis responded to pleas with amusement, and to threats and demands with still more cruelty. Chrysalis had decided to eat Scootaloo without pumping her with fluid, as further punishment to Rainbow Dash, and nothing they did was going to stop her from doing it.

In the end, they had no control… for all intents and purposes, they all might as well be in the queen’s belly right now.

Which was exactly where Scootaloo was headed, as Chrysalis snapped her head back with an effortless motion, sucking the lump of a filly down her throat before she could even scream.

The lump vanished into her chest, and she was so small that Scootaloo’s form wasn’t even visible on the queen’s fleshy gut. And indeed, Chrysalis almost appeared to sulk. “A fun mouthful, but a mouthful nonetheless. Even you adult ponies are almost too easy anymore.”

Twilight awaited the sounds of screams, but there was nothing, and she wondered why.

Indeed, the first response was from the mouth of a shocked, tear-streaked Sweetie Belle.”I can’t believe it… she really ate her!”

“Give her back!” Applebloom screamed at last. “Giverbackgiverbackgiverback right now!”

Chrysalis considered. “Mmm, that too would be fitting of the pattern. But instead I think I’ll let her wait for the rest of you to follow her. A belly full of fillies isn’t one I’ve done in a while.”

That explained why Scootaloo wasn’t feeling the anguish of a slow digestion, Twilight thought, finally confirming that Chrysalis could control her own processes at will. In this case, holding a pony safe until she didn’t want them anymore.

“Oh yeah?!” Applejack blurted, knees shaking. “What about three fillies plus a full-grown mare?! Ya’ done that before?!”

Applebloom’s head snapped to look at her sister, who looked terrified, angry, and confused all at once. “A-Applejack? What’re ya’ sayin’?!”

“I’m not letting my sister do this alone! My family stays with me!” Applejack cried, steadying herself.

Meanwhile Chrysalis stared at Applejack, sizing her up like she hadn’t before. “Indeed… that would be a fuller belly than I’ve had in quite a spell… Better yet, I’ll take the three of you at once! I’m excited already…”

“T-Twilight?” Sweetie Belle asked, eyes slowly leaking. “Where’s my sister? Are Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy somewhere else?”

Twilight couldn’t stand the look Sweetie Belle gave her. How could she confirm her worst fear?

She settled on shaking her head, and felt cowardly as she slammed her eyes shut to avoid Sweetie’s expression.

“N-No!” she bawled, pausing, as if in hope that someone would contradict Twilight. “She ate them? She ate all of them?! She gobbled up my sister?!”

Sweetie Belle started crying quietly, as Applebloom turned on her sister. “Why aren’t you stopping this, Applejack?! Everypony’s getting swallowed up, and now you sound like you’re gonna let her!”

Applejack sighed, a look of pain taking over her face. “Applebloom, Rainbow tried, and she suffered awfully for it. I know all this is terrible, but there’s just no getting out of it this time! Please, be strong for me. We’re going to see Mom and Dad soon, together...”

“You are lettin’ her!” Applebloom accused. “You’re givin’ up and just letting her eat us! How could you?! You’re not my sister, my sister ain’t a coward!”

“Applebloom… I...” Applejack said, sulking. “Look, there’s something else… there’s a medicine you gotta take first, and you take it—”

Chrysalis cut her off with a series of tuts. “Why my dear, speaking for me are you? You saw how I gulped down their other friend. Fillies are so small and tender, they digest rather easily. Why waste time on that?”

“To get it over with faster,” Applejack replied. “I’m not lettin’ my sister go like that.”

Chrysalis considered, rolling her eyes before a smirk crossed her lips. “Well, if you want it, then you’ll have to do it yourself.”

Even though Applejack clearly had no idea what she meant, her face blanched. “M...myself?”

“Why yes!” Chrysalis said, her grin ear to ear. “I can swap your mind into a drone, and you can do it yourself. For a bonus, you won’t even experience it for your own body.”

“I-I…” Applejack stammered, repulsed. “I can’t! There’s no way!”

“Tch!” Chrysalis scoffed. “It was your idea. And actually, I like it so much, that I’ll cut my acid excretion in half should you back out on this offer. You thought your sister would suffer before?”

Applejack sat, stunned, and Twilight didn’t blame her. Chrysalis had taken a twisted idea, and turned it on them again. Now, she was forcing Applejack to rape her own sister…

Without a word, two beams split from Chrysalis’ twisted horn. The first hit Applejack square between the eyes as they went blank. The second hit one of the unsuspecting drones, which recoiled in the cowpony’s voice.

“Wha— Whoa, where did—” The drone looked over to see herself, and it's jaw dropped.

“Oh don’t worry, just be yourself,” Chrysalis told her.

“Be my—” the drone said, before it was engulfed in green flame, and Applejack’s body once more matched her mind. “Land sakes, that was queer…”

The queen chuckled. “If that struck you as odd, then this next bit will be something. Now imagine yourself with the means to aid your sister’s troubles.”

“You… you mean— Hoooo!” Applejack intoned, blushing fiercely as the flame engulfed her crotch, and something sprouted from nowhere. She prodded it with a hoof, slightly shaking.

“Ah good,” Chrysalis said. “Now, this drone should take about three minutes to prepare your body.”

As if she’d given an order, Applejack saw a drone mount her zombie-like body from behind. As if in a trance, she beheld her own body raising its hindquarters as the drone’s rump flexed and started thrusting coldly into her.

“Once it finishes with you,” the queen told her, “I’m taking the three of you at once, so you’d best be quick.”

Applejack’s eyes snapped over to Applebloom, who was watching her body getting violated with evident confusion and discomfort. She caught her eye, and trotted over fast, filling the filly with panic as she turned to run.

Applejack’s forelegs caught her around the front, holding her steady as she shushed the whimpering Applebloom. “Hush now,” she whispered. “Hon’, d’you remember when you were a little little girl and we had to take your temperature? Before you took it on your tongue?”

“Y-y’mean,” Applebloom replied, twisting her head around, “in my butt?”

Applejack nodded. “This is gonna be a little like that, and it ain’t gonna feel good, I just need ya’ to trust me.”

“No!” Applebloom cried, trying to worm away. “I don’t trust you, you’re not my sister! You’re not my sister! Get away! Help!”

“Applebloom, tail up and nose down, there’s no time, I ain’t kidding!” Applejack shouted, before forcing the filly into position. Repulsion on her face, she stared down at the filly’s rump, and the tiny target between her cheeks.

She worked up a wad of spit, and bullseyed Applebloom’s behind with it, before awkwardly stepping over her. She held the filly’s shoulder with one hoof, and with the other fiddled with the new appendage she’d grown. With a thought, she shrunk it down to a tinier girth, and wiggled her hips as she felt it poke around her sister’s rump.

Finally, she felt it land into something soft, hot, and wet. “Honey, take a breath, this is gonna sting.”

Without waiting for a response, knowing time and gentleness weren’t luxuries they had, she put a hoof under the filly’s belly. and pulled her hips into her own as fast as she could. Hopefully, it would be like ripping off a bandage.

“AAAAAGH!!! OWOWOWOWOWPULLITOUTPULLITOUT, IT HUUUUUURTS!!!” Applebloom wailed, grunting and fighting to get away as Applejack felt her length sink fully into the warmth of the filly’s tiny body.

“Apple… bloom! It’s for your own good,” Applejack grunted, drunk with the experience, and desperate to keep the fighting filly where she was. “Stop fighting! I said STOP!”

With no other recourse, Applejack let her full weight fall onto her sister, pinning Applebloom flat into a lying position as she worked the length into her anus. Applebloom simply started crying, as Applejack finally began thrusting, feeling the odd sensation of the digestive fluid leaving her.

“Ohm…!” Applebloom chirped, teeth grit as she could do nothing but endure the experience. “Oon! Ffffffff.... ffffffffffah! My butt! My butt, Applejack, it hurts so ba-had! NNNNNNNYEEEEH!”

Chrysalis eyed the display and sighed, sulking. “That’s a minute, my dear morsel. Two left, to be done with both of them.”

Applejack wordlessly responded, Applebloom’s simpering growing louder, devolving into the filly clenching her teeth and grunting as she was laid into even faster.

“Your problem is girth,” the cruel queen continued. “No matter the speed, you’ll not deliver enough with such a conservative implement.

“Oh well. The tradeoff is yours to decide. Spare her a short, excruciating preparation, and guarantee a long, unbearable digestion… Or… well, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

Applejack forced herself to keep thrusting pitilessly, doing her best to ignore the atrocity she was committing in the name of mercy, though she had clearly heard and understood.

There was a moment’s pause to Applejack’s motions, in which her ears somehow found a way to sag lower. She then thrust strongly into her sister, holding her tight, putting a hoof over the filly’s mouth.

Even through the hoof covering, Applebloom was taken by a full-body spasm, and began to scream like she was being murdered. (And to be fair, all of this was murder.) She found new fight in her, and Applejack had to use every rustling instinct she had to keep her from escaping as she writhed in fresh agony. Agony, from a thick, adult-sized phallus replacing the adolescent implement tormenting her up till this point.

Applebloom’s protestations were no longer anything coherent, a mangled cacophony of pained, terrified sound. It was a sound, from which Sweetie Belle retreated.

The seamstress’ sister backed away, shutting her eyes and quietly weeping, a thousand fears for herself and her friends taking her quivering mass. A mass, which backed into the legs of the changeling queen herself.

Sweetie Belle looked up, to see hungry eyes.

Twilight sat, numb to the world. In one corner, Applejack was blankly violated by a drone. Meanwhile, another Applejack was knowing her sister’s bleeding anus carnally, and against both of their wills.

And amid it all, Chrysalis was lifting Sweetie Belle off the ground with her magic.

Twilight gasped, about to protest, but silenced herself lest she provoke or inspire the queen. Inwardly, Twilight knew by now: if Chrysalis wanted to do something to Sweetie Belle, it was going to happen… and she was powerless to stop it.

She turned away. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

Only whimpering, hyperventilating in terror, Sweetie Belle floated before the yawning jaws and stared into the abyss.

“Forty-five seconds,” Chrysalis told them, licking her chops. “I doubted you’d make it to her anyway.”

Out the corner of her eye, Applejack saw what she meant, as Sweetie Belle was turned around and shoved hooves-first into the changeling’s throat. Applejack inwardly conceded. Kin came first, and there was never time to begin with. “I’m sorry Rarity.”

Completely inarticulate, Sweetie Belle’s hips vanished as Chrysalis gulped forward with nary an effort. Her hooves reached feebly out, quaking as her belly slid as well. Each swallow seemed to shock her with its force as it constricted her.

Meanwhile, Applebloom writhed on the floor, cold, violated, betrayed and in agony. Her belly sloshed, a rushing she could feel in her own guts as she was filled to the point of nausea. It felt like her stomach might burst at times, and then the pressure would find another avenue to release into. All she could do was scream.

Sweetie Belle, with shocking speed, found herself neck-deep in the throat of Queen Chrysalis. She trembled too hard to even protest, and the pressure on her body made it a struggle just to breath. Her muzzle barely cleared the predatory teeth when the jaws pressed down, swiftly shoving her head to the back of the throat as darkness advanced, and the filly finally gasped with tears.

The terrified sound was all she managed before the great mouth closed, and a last swallow sucked her tiny bulge down, slithering to join Scootaloo at last.

With a cough, Applebloom vomited, a jet of green sick splattering before her as she tried to stem the flow. It was finally, with relief, that Applejack’s movement ceased. Her eyes were blank as she tried to shut out her position. Atop her sister, feeling herself as deep within her tiny colon as the implement was currently capable. She felt the hot and cold drip, smelled the strong scents of musk from the anal rutting as well as confused fillyhood lubrication… and the steely stinging scent of blood.

There was also the salty, sticky froth of sweat that Applejack associated with sex… and to feel it between her and the quivering body of her little sister was surreal, and revolting.

Before she could think further on this abomination, there was a blinding green flash. Applebloom looked around to see what caused it, only to realize her situation had changed dramatically.

Offering a hiss, the filly found herself impaled not upon her sister, but a changeling drone. It hovered over her, displeased by her presence, and indifferent to their copulation.

Applebloom’s hooves scrambled to escape its clutches, wincing at the sting as she dragged herself forward. The drone made no attempt to impede her. Instead, the suction of her own little walls around the oversized implement held her as if by tar. Pulling with all her might, she finally felt herself bear down, and the phallic thing began to slide free.

She fell forward with a start as she felt it slip from her bottom, a sloppy sucking noise accompanying it, along with a burning pain. She cried out, finally rolling onto her side to clutch her aching hindquarters, as if there were a thing she could do to stem the pain.

As she did so, she couldn’t help but run a hoof over it. Noting the cool air, she felt that her anus was still gaping and open, and recoiled after touching the rip on one side which stung terribly. Bringing a hoof close, she saw a mixture of stark red and neon green.

“Delightful,” Chrysalis said, “if not entirely as planned. Oh well.”

With a flash of magic, Applebloom was lifted into the hooves of her real sister, whose drained expression looked down at her for barely a moment.

Another flash bathed Applejack in the light as well, and both of them felt themselves lifted into the air.

“Close your eyes!” Applejack told her, fear in her voice as she clutched the filly to her chest. With her back once more against her sister’s belly, neither appeared comforted by this embrace.

“Wh-what’s happening?” Applebloom asked.

“It’s time to join your friends, little one,” Chrysalis answered, head raised to the sky as they finally hovered over her. “Down you go.”

“Oh no! No, Applejack NO!” the filly cried, grunting as she tried to fight the magic holding them stiff while they floated down.

Applejack’s hind legs reached out, straightening as with a shiver she felt her hooves touch something soft, warm and wet.

It took all her willpower not to recoil, or fight back… but to simply let it happen. The best she could do was to make it as quick for her sister and friends as possible. Chrysalis acquiesced, as she felt her legs swiftly drawn in, passing fleshy sphincters molding her into the intense heat, guiding her in a specific direction.

“See Applebloom?” Applejack said, her tremors uncontrollable. “It don’t hurt. Just close your eyes, it’ll be over soon.”

“NO! Applejack, she’s eatin’ you! She’s gonna eat ME! You can’t let her gobble us up!”

A swallow shocked Applejack as it dragged her hip-deep into the stupendously tight throat. It was like being funneled into a garden hose. “It’s too late hon’, we lost. I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry you won’t get to grow up.”

“A… Applejack!” the filly moaned, finally starting to sob as her bottom finally touched the inside of the fleshy maw. “No! NO! NO! PLEASE!”

Chrysalis made sounds of savoring as she worked her mouth around the mare and filly, pressing Applebloom yet tighter into her Sister’s embrace as the sphincter of the throat gripped her around the belly like a fleshy belt.

“Close your eyes, sis’,” Applejack repeated, hoof rubbing the top of her sister’s head, as well as gently sliding her further down. “Hush now, it’s time to sleep.”

“TWI’, HELP US TWI’! I DON’T WANNA GO DOWN! I DON—”

A flame ran through Twilight’s spine as Applebloom called out to her, pleading for her very life. She chanced a glance on instinct, and wish she hadn’t.

Applejack was chest-deep in the queen’s throat, poor little Applebloom riding tandem, hardly a pair of forelegs and head staring out tearfully. Otherwise, she was just a dent to the lump of Applejack’s lower body in Chrysalis’ neck.

The filly had been gagged by a hoof, that of a sister whose eyes were determinedly shut against the affair. Or perhaps only seemingly, as the hoof upon her bowed head left it to gently swat away Applebloom’s forelegs, which were attempting to grab hold of the queen’s teeth and lower jaw for dear life.

Twilight wanted to snap her head back around, but couldn’t. Applebloom’s pleading eyes were boring into hers, even as her chin slid out of sight, and in a single great swallow those eyes finally closed as they followed. She could only see red hair and a bow beneath Applejack’s head and neck, the only parts of her not yet consumed. Applebloom whined beneath the skin, just audible, if incoherent. Her little body stretched the skin of the queen’s neck taut, the shape of a filly turned into little else but food.

Rather than taking it as a moment to break, Chrysalis seemed all too eager to press on, gulping steadily, forcing the oversize lump to creep down. Applejack’s eyes opened, taking in her last glance of the world. Her eyes found Twilight’s, even as her head began sinking.

“G-get it over with, Twilight. A-ahh…” she groaned, tensing up as she was compressed tightly. “She’ll only toy with you! We’re already gone, just… jus...”

Applejack vanished from sight, but Twilight could still hear her ragged breathing, echoing out of the gaping throat. Slowly though, the sound became further muffled, as she slid deeper down with her sister.

Twilight couldn’t bring herself to do or say anything. The last of the friends who made her life worth living was even now slipping out of sight… and she knew in her heart there was nothing she could do. In fact, every instinct told her that “nothing” was the best thing to do and say.

So why did she hate herself so much for it?

Finally, Chrysalis’ jaws slowly sealed, and her hoof massaged the lump as it oozed down till it finally melded with her part-filled gut.

“I do love children, if in a very specific way,” Chrysalis chuckled, fondly rubbing her hanging paunch, now abuzz with the murmurs of three panicked fillies and one mare.

Somehow, Twilight could hear some sort of disagreement happening in the bowels, as the children’s voices mounted, and a commotion rocked the flesh.

“Well, I suppose there’s no point letting them stew. Time to boil the pot,” the queen declared, before high pitched screams filled the air. “A slow boil, I think.”

In particular, as she pressed her hooves over her ears, Twilight heard one raspier voice plead the loudest… before a pronounced “snap” silenced it entirely.

“Hmm? What was that?” Chrysalis wondered aloud. “I’ve not started churning… what bones could…?”

Before she could finish, Twilight heard the other fillies’ voices shrieking, but the highest in pitch was the most frantic. At last, the squealing became a punctuated scream… once more interrupted by a snap.

“Why she’s,” Chrysalis began, taken aback, incensed, “she’s killing them! Breaking their little necks!"

Twilight sat stunned. Of the sins Applejack would commit out of love, the farmer pony had outdone rape, direct to killing with mercy bare-hooved. All to save Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle from suffering the acids.

“I’ll see that you suffer, hayseed! You’ll languish along with their bodies!”

And for the next half hour, Chrysalis attempted just that.

Somehow, Applejack couldn’t be as silent as Pinkie had been. Applebloom hadn’t made a noise since, but then she was small, and given the accelerant had probably dissolved very quickly.

But Applejack made piteous noises, some of clear agony, as Chrysalis dissolved her as slowly as possible. Bones crunched as the belly closed in around her, and she cried out.

But Twilight knew, the majority of the wails penetrating the air were of a pain beyond the physical. The pain of an older sister, even slightly, having outlived her little sis,’ to literally perish in her hooves.

Finally though, it came to a close, and the changeling queen’s body had regained its initial proportions. Between them, Twilight saw no one. Naught but drones lingering dutifully on the sidelines. At last, her friends were gone. Devoured, all. In the belly of a monster, without so much as a sign on the beast that they had ever existed at all. The buffer separating Twilight from her fate was gone.

For the first time in a very long time, Twilight Sparkle was truly alone.

“And then,” Chrysalis said with a sigh, “there was one.”

Author's Note

Ugh, sorry this one took FOREVER to finish guys. Also sorry if you don't like surprise foalcon (I'm updating the story header).

I dunno, something about doing four ponies at once made this really difficult to write, even if their sequences were very modest. It either drained my enthusiasm, or just plain got too complicated.

I actually REALLY considered pulling the plug on the CMC involvement, and just focus on Applejack alone for a simpler scenario, but the ideas I got for Twilight's chapter came to involve some of the concepts I introduced here, and otherwise it would be pretty much out of nowhere. Basically, it got intertwined, plus the sadist in me felt its greasy heart would break if I lost the opportunity to regale you with some of this content.

Final chapter is coming, and I can promise it'll come a LOT faster than this did.