Twilight stared into Chrysalis’ eyes. The cruel queen stared right back, her expression a cipher. Applejack and the three fillies had dissolved several minutes ago, and aside from acknowledging this fact, Chrysalis had not said or done anything.

Twilight’s thoughts were a constant buzz of information, and among the data racing through her beautiful mind, the fact that Chrysalis kept silence to induce this exact effect had not escaped her.

She knew she couldn’t help it. It had always been one of her weaknesses. She could never turn it off, she always overthought things, and oftentimes it led her to panic. She could try to distract herself, think of nothing… but she would fail.

And that was partly because she didn’t want to spend her last moments wasting her brain. Wasting all the knowledge she had accrued. She wanted it put to good use, to find ways of bettering ponykind, to make her teacher and mentor proud!

But then she remembered that it didn’t matter. Whatever she thought, whether she thought at all or went braindead… she was never leaving this room. Her brain, and all it contained, was going to be reduced to slurry and absorbed by Chrysalis. It was all for nothing. She had helped to save Equestria twice, but not this time. Those deeds were for nothing. Twilight Sparkle lived and died… for nothing.

If Chrysalis told anything of what became of them, it would be curt, mocking, only technically accurate. Six ponies, three fillies and a dragon went in after her… and she would return alone, almost no evidence to suggest they had even been there.

Perhaps she’d leave what little there was, as a warning. Applejack’s hat had fallen off as she and Applebloom were lifted up to be eaten, and sat where it landed. The blood from Applebloom as she was violated sat in a small pool, not yet dried. Neon green ichor pooled in five spots, marking the spots where her friends had been rectally raped.

Some of the puddles had the colorful fibers of their owners sitting in them. The last visual remnant of the ponies they were. In one, a long, fairy floss fiber floated, it’s puddle marred by a few red drops. A long smear between Twilight and the other side of the room carried several short blue follicles, and a few longer ones of varying color.

She shuddered, breaking her gaze from Chrysalis for the first time in minutes.

Twilight wondered, as a clock ticked in her head, how long Chrysalis would sit there. Would she wait for her to do something? Say something? Would they wait until Twilight begged to be devoured, and put an end to it all?

She knew, spine burning with fear, that it could not be simple. Twilight was having trouble merely accepting the given (though she had long to do so)… that she was going to die now… And yet, it couldn’t be as simple as that.

Oh no. Chrysalis had singled her out for last. She had taken offense to Twilight as an inconvenience to her ultimately successful plan. Such offense, that the accessories to her defiance had already met horrible ends… so what was in store for her?

Was she to experience the worst of all of them? Certainly nothing less. Chrysalis wasn’t the sort to say watching her friends perish was “time-served” and then finish her off peacefully. Surely it only served a preamble to true suffering?

It made her tremble. Nix that… it would have made her wet herself if her bladder held anything. Chrysalis would ensure there was far more than mental torture. What happened to her was going to hurt… it was going to be awful… and she was going to beg to die before it was over.

Twilight never had a great threshold for pain. She had heard of terrible things before, in books. Needles under her hooves… hot branding irons taken to her body… She didn’t advertise it, but she feared pain so much that if she were tortured for information, Twilight believed she would give up those dearest to her before anything had been done to her at all. She feared she would say anything to make it stop.

At minimum, Twilight knew she would be stuffed into a disgusting fleshy vat, and die slowly of a chemical burn. One way or the other, it would probably get in her eyes, up her snout… It would eat away at her genitals… naturally she was at least as virginal as Rarity was. Yet more regrets to her ever growing list… but Chrysalis might ensure she was with at least one lover.

Would it be better to avoid the acids as much as she could manage until it was over? Or should she plunge face-first in hopes that she’d drown herself before the worst came?

It was all surreal. So much that she almost started believing she had all the time in the world.

“I think I’ve let you absorb this enough,” Chrysalis said at last, sighing. “It’s time we got on, to the finale.”

Twilight nearly jumped out of her skin, as green magic surrounded her irons, and the manacles holding her fell free. In most other situations, the chains leaving her would be a sign of liberty, a cause for hope. Here, they were a lifeline. Her last tether to the world, keeping her from leaving it to a much, much smaller world of agony and death.

“It’s your turn at last, dear Twilight,” Chrysalis declared, relish in her voice. “Come here.”

Twilight stood stunned, as she moved not an inch, only bidding her forward with a gesture of her hoof.

“I’ve all day, Twilight. You’ll not flee. You’re smarter than that. I’d say I didn’t bite, but… that would be redundant, and untrue. You torment only yourself to stay put. It was decades to find a way of breaching Canterlot herself. Begun before you gestated within another belly all those years ago… I can wait far longer than you can.”

Shaking so much she nearly stumbled, yet so stiff her limbs creaked, Twilight was surprised to find herself walking forward on her own. Towards her fate. Towards the thing that stared her down like a piece of meat… because that was all she was.

Chrysalis made not a sound as Twilight crossed the room, heart in her throat. Her breath ragged, it was not a long trip, even at her deliberate pace. Even so, it was like her brain knew how imminent her expiration really was, and was slowing her perception of time to stretch it to a long and normal life.

If that were true, then Twilight wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Thankful? Angry? After all, if her brain knew this, why would it prolong her suffering? She was going to die young regardless… and yet, she still hobbled, practically crawled her way over, when perhaps she ought to be bounding into the changeling’s maw from a running start.

Running or crawling, however, Twilight finally stood before Chrysalis. She hadn’t the nerve, nor the energy to stare up into that awful face, resolving to stare the changeling despot square in the chest.

Chrysalis cooed. “Ah, Twilight! So here we are…”

Twilight shuddered as a hoof crossed around her back, shoving her face into the sleek black chest, in a hug that felt equally like being grabbed by a praying mantis.

“Yes… feel it. Feel me from the outside, while you still can.”

In a moment where her thoughts felt foreign, Twilight acquiesced. She reached out a hoof, past the foreleg still planted firmly on cobblestone, and ran it over the abdomen. Smooth to the touch, and unexpectedly warm, and somewhat pliable. The green midsection even moreseo.

Grim fascination overtook her. Chrysalis, and the changelings in general, seemed nearly emaciated in form. The notion that even Chrysalis could swallow a pony whole seemed ludicrous. Twilight could trace nearly her entire gut easily with a hoof.

She felt along the belly. Her friends had all been inside there… or perhaps still were? Chrysalis’ metabolic processes eluded her, and might be enthralling science otherwise… but she couldn’t find it in her to be that curious.

Disconnected thoughts told Twilight that she would soon be stuffed into that tiny space, awaiting nothing more than to perish, and those same thoughts told her that was the point of Chrysalis inviting this. She wanted Twilight to have a full, blind inspection of her own coffin.

“Mmm…” Chrysalis hummed, breathing deeply. “Oh, yes… the fear I can feel in you… it’s so succulent… so sumptuous…”

She licked her chops loudly, causing Twilight to recoil.

“Come now… we both know your fear. You needn’t keep up that brave face… there’s nopony left to impress, or disappoint. Let it all out… it’s not as though it’ll make any difference.”

It was true. Twilight could find no more reason to withhold the panic in her heart. Dying with dignity was out of the question; Chrysalis would ensure that. Keeping a cool head was for those looking for a way out… and she had long given up on that.

Eyes finally brimming with tears, Twilight Sparkle gulped, and shook like a leaf as she held the changeling’s leg tight, pressing her forehead into it. “Please kill me! Please, j-just put me down! I don’t care if you eat me afterward, but please, I can’t stand it! I— I can’t!”

She took gasping breaths as Chrysalis smiled down at her, begging. “Oh? You’d rather not ask to live? Only a merciful death?”

Twilight tried to regain enough composure to answer. “Th-there’s no point! Equestria i-is gone, my friends are all gone! A-a-and it’s probably m-my fault!”

“Huh,” Chrysalis scoffed deeply, face growing dark “ ‘Probably,’ indeed.”

“J-just,” Twilight said, releasing Chrysalis to face her backside towards her, lowering her front and lifting her flanks. “Just pump me full of some kind of toxin! I’m sure you could, you can alter your biology so easily! It’ll be no different for you, just let me have this one mercy, you’ve taken everything else, just give me this, PLEASE, I’m BEGGING y—”

Chrysalis kicked her, shoving her flat onto her front. Twilight stood still a moment, stunned by the attack, till she dared roll her head to glimpse the changeling’s actions.

Chrysalis towered over her, a look of revulsion on her harsh features. “Like I said Twilight Sparkle, this day was decades in the making! A perfect, coordinated ruse! Misdirection and infiltration, under the guise of the third highest figure of power in Equestria! I found her alone, captured and impersonated her with none of her guard or kin the wiser! I even ordered a threat to the capitol, risked raising external defenses in hopes of blinding the rest to the danger within its walls! Same for my drones, drawing guards away from the chapel. I managed that and more!

“And it was all nearly undone… by you.”

She circled Twilight, lashing out at random with a light kick to her ribs.

“And you know what?!” she demanded, with a sharklike grin. “I blamed myself at first! Shining Armor had mentioned you, but I was utterly unaware of the subtleties of your relationship with Cadance. He told me she babysat you, but I never dreamed in years of separation that you would have particular expectations of her, let alone your little secret hoofshake.

“I realized my mistake soon after, and noted your suspicion with fear. You had become the wrinkle in my plan, snooping around, even if I’d still convinced the rest of them. And then you confronted me outright, in front of all of them.”

Her stare was of pure venom as she recalled the scene, lips curled back like an enraged dog.

“But until that moment I’d had respect for you, to believe that you alone had found me out. I hated you for it, but a worthy foe is never beyond my admission… and then you began the most asinine tirade I have ever seen!

“Yes, I ought to have been relieved that your weird and childish rant was so obtuse and factually absent… So vacant of evidence, or even a rational conclusion, I needed only order Shining Armor to offer the palest of excuses to turn the room against you. It was actually to disguise a spell of uncontrollable laughter, but fleeing the aisle ‘sobbing’ as the bullied and heartbroken bride was merely icing on the wedding cake.”

Twilight remembered vividly, the lowest she had ever felt… at least until very recently. All her friends, her brother, even Princess Celestia regarding her with disgust. She had felt vindicated later, but like everything else, Chrysalis was quickly taking that from her as well.

“Afterward though?” Chrysalis continued, idly pacing. “I was furious. You truly had only glanced skin-deep. It really was some jealous tantrum, and after my other behaviors had been explained away by your friends, you failed to look into the only truly devious thing you’d caught me doing.

“Never suspected what I was, never waited for me to give something else away. You simply barged in, shrieking ‘you’re evil, you’re evil!,’ like a desperate foal, trying to turn ponies against a rival, to have all the attention for yourself.

“Once they had all dispersed, I saw you lying there in self-pity… completely removed of your convictions. You even apologized to me… sniveling… rather like now.”

Chrysalis walked in front of her, leaning her neck down to reach Twilight’s level. Twilight didn’t dare move, as Chrysalis closed her eyes, and let out her long serpent’s tongue. The tongue dragged up her cheek, then crossed her forehead, grazing her magic-blocked horn.

“I could have eaten you then, do you know that?” Chrysalis breathed, the tongue dragging once more under her chin, then over her muzzle. “I longed to swallow you up, before you could scream, and delight in your despair as you wholly vanished from the world. But I hadn’t time, I’d a wedding to attend… and I so wanted our time together to last.

“I figured, making you fight a tired alicorn would drain you, and realizing it was the true Cadance you slew would strip the fight out of you later, when I could have you more properly.”

Twilight’s eyes opened wide as magic forced her into a sitting position, chest to chest with her, as Chrysalis set a hoof across her back. The other swept under her rump, and lifted her up in a bundle. She felt like a child… Chrysalis, frail though she seemed, was frighteningly strong. Rainbow Dash must have found that out firsthand.

Chrysalis leaned down, as Twilight could only stare back up. “And I think we both know how it went from there…” Chrysalis finished, eyes closing as her maw opened wide.

“O-oh no…!” Twilight squeaked, noting the hoof supporting her as it pressed her higher.

Twilight tremored, teeth chattering as black lips glided over her forehead, her head just clearing them. Slick drool scraped on in the places they touched her, and as Chrysalis breathed out in a moan, humid breath washed over her face. A sour smell accompanied it, something foul, almost reptilian.

‘This is it,’ Twilight thought, feeling she should close her eyes, but finding it utterly impossible. She wanted to see the last of the light anyway, wanted to turn her head and glimpse the world, but even now both sides were merely the insides of cheeks. Ahead was the uvula, and a quivering black pit, waiting desperately for her…

Her chin finally touched the sodden tongue as her horn brushed Chrysalis’ pallet. Light was fading already, quicker than expected…

“N— N-no…”

In a slow but inevitable motion, the light went out entirely, and Twilight only felt hot flesh surround her jawline. She wondered if those were truly her last words.

She felt lips seal over her shoulders. The urge to fight came and left. There was no point…

She had only stale air to breathe, as she felt the uvula wipe over her, and her ears followed. Another sense, obliterated, only the revolting squelches of soggy flesh drawing her forward.

Twilight felt a tongue lapping saliva over everything behind the nape of her neck, lubricating her, preparing her for a smooth descent. Then she felt her nose touch a hard mass, and the rest of her face quickly followed, pressure slowly building. In some part of her mind, Twilight recognized this as the epiglottis, which folded down to ensure food entered the esophag—

In an instant, the flap served its function, falling forward and allowing her the same. She sloshed face-first into another wall of softer flesh, shoulders halfway inside the mouth. No sooner had she stopped, than she heard and felt the muscles around her contract as if to crush her, in the unmistakable sound of a gulp.

Twilight’s head surged forward as Chrysalis swallowed, instantly shoving head and shoulders into a compression she was never prepared for. Soft flesh gave way to the power of muscle pressing on all sides, into a space barely large enough to fit her. Lips over her chest were her only bearings, and that was terrifying enough without suddenly having no air supply. She hadn’t thought to hold her breath.

Twilight began to sob, forgetting that crying often involved gasps of air. She created a pocket just large enough to re-inhale, realizing it was a bad idea… but then, she wanted to die quickly anyway, so carbon dioxide poisoning would be a better fate than most. Still, she now knew why nearly all her friends lost their composure at this point, even her very skin pinched by compression with a pain to pop blood vessels. Saliva stung her eyes, if only because the pressure was forcing it into them.

It was with sickening revery that she felt nothing more than a desire to reach the stomach, even knowing what that would entail, even if there was every chance it would be no less cramped or breathable.

Another swallow wracked her frame, crushing the air from her lungs as her midsection was gulped down. Twilight’s face ripped past and over muscled flesh, and she could hear the steady thrum of Chrysalis’ black heart pounding in her ears.

This close to the chest, she couldn’t be far from the stomach. Her legs lifted as a hoof pressed against her rump, and Twilight felt teeth working around her hips. Her forelegs were already immovable, pressed tight at her side, but her rump would be the point of no return. She was about to be swallowed up…

And yet, her progress ceased. Instead, she felt her rump lavished with the strokes of the queen’s tongue, and she felt everything vibrate as a delighted groan filled her ears.

Then, as if she could feel stiffer, her body tensed as the tongue scraped repeatedly over her crotch. She was being violated…

Twilight had only ever touched herself on occasion, let alone felt the touch of another pony. Boys were for later, a less important pursuit compared to bettering herself in less hormonally gratifying, more lasting ways. But as she suffocated, halfway down a monster’s gullet to die, she regretted the path she would never take… She wasn’t even sure if she should be revolted by this molestation, or thank Chrysalis for this small taste.

The vague scrapings of the tongue gave way to precision as it located her entrance and wormed its way in. Twilight involuntarily gasped, only to take a mouthful of saliva and cough violently in her own diminishing air pocket. As she spasmed, she vaguely felt the tongue explore her virginal canal, only previously touched by her own solid-magic manifestations. In her foggy, oxygen deprived state, she couldn’t deny that being touched by another was far better than flying solo. A final farewell gift before she joined her friends in oblivion…

Better yet, if Chrysalis kept this up, she would suffocate before worse could happen to her. Her lungs burned, and her mind was blurred, but dying as she was eaten out was better than she’d hoped for. Perhaps if she hyperventilated on purpose and increased the CO2 conte—

“HLGGGH!!!” she shrieked, as like a bullwhip the tongue ripped out of her now aching cunny, and pulled a full one-eighty. The tongue found its new target, square between the cleft of her rump and under her tail, worming into her clenched and unprepared anal aperture.

As the supple muscle fed itself inside her rectum, she instinctually bore down on the intruder, though quickly mustered enough faculty to try relaxing. Either way the tongue wasn’t particularly thick, and so she wasn’t experiencing pain per se… just a torrent of feelings she wasn’t prepared to deal with.

Oh, she had tried. Seeing how Chrysalis operated, she was certain to lose her “black cherry” before it was over, and had done her best to mentally prepare herself for it… but let’s be fair: Chrysalis had picked a fine time to spring this up her fanny…

As the tongue writhed, slathering her backside with saliva, she tried to assess the experience.

The ring ached dully, because even she knew that preparation and relaxation were key to any rump-based probing, medical or recreational. Her insides though… felt very little. Perhaps a slight pleasantness from the slick flesh rubbing its way through, but nothing dissimilar to the body’s natural relief towards… expelling. Akin to those “stuffy” days, when everything finally let loose and—

Okay, this line of thought was gross… Now wasn’t the time to recall the usual thing she did with her butthole. That morning, whether she knew it or not, was the last time she would ever have any use for a toilet. And if Chrysalis could be believed, she wouldn’t even end up in one herself, though she wasn’t sure if that made her feel better or worse.

At any rate, her butt was stuffed full of tongue presently, far removed from all that. Surely it would press down as Chrysalis shoveled the last of her inside… It would only take one good gulp to let her slip the rest of the way down… ‘goodbye, world.’

Just then, Twilight did feel a powerful force wrack her body. In the opposite direction.

Disgusting sounds filled her ears as her eyes stung anew, and the body behind her felt the kiss of air upon it again, utterly cold on her sodden body.

In only a second, Twilight felt herself regurgitated entirely, plopping down upon the cobblestone she was certain she would never feel again.

She gasped for air, weak and shivering as she coughed. Her eyes stung at the light, barely comprehending the dark shape of Chrysalis still hovering over her.

“What a wonderful flavor!” the queen remarked. “My dear, you are dizzy with feeling, sumptuously spiced! I’ll not eat like this in quite some time.”

Twilight rolled upon her back, still breathing hard. Whatever expression she could muster evidently betrayed confusion, or even disappointment.

“Oh, Twilight… you didn’t think it would be that simple? That I tuck you away, digest you and that’s it?

“I want to savor you in every way possible, Twilight Sparkle. The friends I took before now were just to needle the most I could from you. Breadsticks before the true feast. I will only take you at your ripest.”

Twilight was silent a moment, before allowing herself a fresh series of sobs. Was this a ghost of what Rainbow Dash had felt? Getting a taste of the end, of the true suffering, and then briefly freed so it would haunt you till inevitability cast you down at last?

Blurry with tears, distracted by her own thoughts, she barely noticed the green flash till she felt Chrysalis lower her body upon her. She stared into the face once more, as the queen ground her body against her exposed underside, something thick and warm between them.

“Mmm,” Chrysalis intoned, “Perhaps you’ll enjoy it too, a bit.

“I would make this fittingly excruciating, perhaps changing my little friend here by studding it with cactus spikes…”

More-so than the threat of being eaten, this notion sent a chill down Twilight’s spine. Being rutted with something, getting splinters in her hooha… it sounded all too plausible.

“Ah, but see,” Chrysalis said, sighing, “there’s that look. You’ve blanched, my dear. Clearly I can’t outdo our finale. I can’t soften you to your ultimate fate, as impossible as that sounds.

“Such pain would almost prepare you, and distract you otherwise. At any rate, it wouldn’t be very comfortable for me either. And of course, there’s every chance it could accidentally kill you, blood loss and all that. Wouldn’t do to have you woozy even. No, I want you lucid, alive and awake as ever you’ve been when I take you.”

Twilight was unsure how to feel, knowing she had narrowly escaped being literally raped to death. Even given the circumstances, the old maxim held true: it could always be worse.

“Don’t take this to mean I won’t hurt you though,” Chrysalis explained. “It just means it’ll need to be accomplished with sheer size, like your unicorn friend.”

And now Twilight didn’t know how to feel. Rarity’s treatment hadn’t seemed like a walk in the park either, and yet after the prospect of having her insides pierced and torn, being stretched a bit too far sounded almost mild. And yet, she knew it wouldn’t be.

“But I’ll make you a deal,” the changeling said, weight bouncing atop her. “We can get this over with quickly, provided you managed to take yourself.”

Twilight stared. “Myself…? Take…?”

“Yes, rut yourself. And no, not simply rubbing yourself out, I want to see penetration my dear. And no, I’ll not be swapping you with a drone either.”

The blood had finally returned to Twilight’s face, with a vengeance. “H-how? You’ve locked-down my magic, I can’t—”

“Indeed not, and I won’t accept foreign objects anyway. You’ll need to get creative.”

Twilight considered, utterly lost. To penetrate herself… with herself.

Morbidly, her thoughts crept to her horn. It wasn’t unheard of among unicorns to involve it in relations. But she would rather endure what Chrysalis intended than smash her head into the floor till her horn broke off… and she was certain no pony was that flexible.

That left her limbs, and… no. Did Chrysalis intend for her shove an entire hoof up there?

Not only did that sound painful, awkward and absurd, but it was downright unsanitary! She never understood this about mares who rubbed themselves with their own hooves. She walked on those, they tracked grime and bacteria from everywhere, and floors were incubators for disease. And yet, girls her age would rub their hooves all over a series of orifices already prone to infection and disease, without all but shoving pestilence between their feminine folds.

But of course, she remembered… No disease worth catching acted fast enough to alter or enhance her fate now.

“I see we understand each other,” Chrysalis crooned, as Twilight realized she had indeed been gazing ponderously at her left hoof. “Steel yourself, but don’t tarry.”

Red as a cherry, she shuffled to a squatting stance, turning her back.

“Ah, no no!” Chrysalis exclaimed. “You know better than to expect privacy at this point, don’t you? Pretend I’m not here, by all means, but don’t hide yourself from me.”

Her face a shade of puce, she waddled back around, eyes down as she raised her rump slightly off the floor. The logistics were a mystery to her. The best she could figure was to plant her hoof, angle it and ease her weight down…

“A-Agh!” she cried, nervous energy running through her as hoof met vulva, and she wiggled her ankle along its limited degrees.

Her flower parted around her, with a surprising response of lubrication, the scent of arousal strong. Her weight lowered over the edge of the oval’s tip.

A pain in her joint was acute, but bearable as she worked herself open, virginal body in a state of shock as she tried. She lamented again, as Rarity had, that she'd never taken a lover of her own free will. All those years wasted on the promise of ‘someday later’.

If only she could have known how long she'd actually had in this world.

“Augh!” she shrieked, finally stretching herself too far. Her legs reflexively squeezed together in pain. She lifted her hoof idly to see a red trickle upon it. Inwardly, she realized… there was step one.

Chrysalis cooed at the sight, salaciously strumming the thing conjured between her own legs.

Shaking, she repositioned herself. None of this felt right. She tried to slip herself back upon her wetted hoof, but her success was suddenly too great. She felt the harsh sting of the fresh wound in her hymen as she touched it, only then for the rest of it to blare with pain as she nearly took the entire girth of her hoof, the wound searing as it tried to rip her open wide enough.

“ARGG! UUUUUUUUUgghhhhh!” she screamed, ankle nearly spraining as she fell over, knees locked together, hooves reaching down to where she hurt. “I-I can't…! I just CAN'T!” she declared blindly.

“Ohhhh,” Chrysalis clucked, disappointed. “But you were so very close! Oh well… No chitin off my snout… I just get to have you my way.”

Twilight barely noticed that the queen was already hovering over top her. In moments she was pinned. She stared up into those carnivore eyes as her hymen still throbbed. She could feel the implement against her marehood. It felt like a pole for restricting cart access… not something to inser—

But before she could continue her train of thought, the queen’s jaws had scooped up her whole head, lips sealing over her neck as a great tongue forced its way into her mouth.

She had a moment of blind panic. Surely this wasn't it?

Only now, spared her victim's screams, did Twilight feel Chrysalis slide her implement down her sex… and she barely felt the brush of its tip before it jabbed itself entirely inside her.

She tried to scream. Every limb convulsed, kicked, fighting this new awfulness. It was the worst, most blinding pain she’d ever experienced. She could feel her hymen bleeding openly as it ripped, yet still it was taut against the thing violating her. Her birth canal was painfully stretched to its limit. Surely a newborn foal could pass easily through the gap being made in her body.

She shook and fought uselessly, but Chrysalis merely pressed further, until there was nothing but a cervix to press into yet more painfully. Then the monster drew the thing out of her body… only to slide it back in. And again, and again, as Twilight Sparkle was violated… raped.

For once in her life Twilight couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but the shrieking of her nerves. She didn't dare open her eyes, as if she would see anything in the stinking predator’s mouth. She moaned pitifully against the tongue forcing her jaws open. Tears streamed constantly with every aching, horrible thrust of the changeling’s hips.

Chrysalis groaned in her ears as Twilight felt her body being savored in such awful ways. That wretched fleshy belly sat upon her. Her own coffin gurgling as it yearned, so very close, so able to bury her inside whenever the queen surrendered to its wants…

And then it all paused as Chrysalis ceased her assault. She felt the monster flip onto her own back, bringing Twilight along, loins still aching as the intruder held inside her. She felt the warmth of changeling flames, only to be lifted up and feel something pressing under her tail.

Instinctively, terrified of the inevitable pain that this promised, her tail folded low to cover the last bastion of her virginity. She heard Chrysalis chuckle around her, making out something that sounded roughly like an admonishment of “ah-ahhhhh…”

It was useless, she knew, but she would do almost anything to be spared more pai—

And there it was, blinding, blaring and horrible. She felt a quick snap as something closed around her tail and dealt a new sensation.

“MMMMMRGHHHH!!!”

Painful, yes, but now she couldn't feel anything past the base of her tail. She whimpered, trying to flick it, but only feeling numbness and searing white agony.

The world blinked into view as Chrysalis opened her mouth again, nose to nose with Twilight as she panted in confusion and woe.

She heard a buzz of magic, and a warm patter over her back, only to see something shocking and wrong entering her vision. It was her own tail, snipped off at the root. It dripped as it drained from open veins, finally into the changeling's maw. She felt an ache, a throb at her flank as she too felt herself bleeding out from the wound. It felt cold and syrupy as it joined with her stuffed vagina.

“Now Twilight, you know by now there's no point resisting…”

Twilight watched, detached, as Chrysalis made a show of lowering her lost limb into her jaws. Her mouth closed, a single swallow taking the midnight striped hair down in its entirety. Twilight felt the flesh beneath her rumble.

Chrysalis sighed. “Not to worry, I'll have the rest of you soon as well.”

Twilight sobbed. “Please! Please, I'll do anything! Just don't hurt me anymore! Please PLEASE, I beg of you, just let me di—!”

Twilight devolved into murmurs and shrieks as that horrible mouth enveloped her head again, and the Queen’s forelegs pinned her tightly.

With no tail in the way, Twilight squirmed and cried out as a second phallic organ pressed against her rear. Coated in blood, it took especially little effort for the oversized thing to plunge within her rectum.

Every alarm in Twilight’s brain told her she'd surely be ripped apart. Her flesh screamed, and she gave it voice. What had before been an insistent squirming became a fully fledged thrashing to escape the pain, as the twin members dominated her pelvic area. She was pumped and pounded from below, and she could feel the hot fluids churning inside as they fought to fill every crevice of her digestive tract.

It went on for so long, and all the while she begged for it to end. Even if it meant being eaten, she wanted to escape this.

She felt the members become tendril like and snake through her body, needles in her cervix as they threaded into her womb, eventually filling her fallopian tubes like vines. Somehow, in the fog of it all, she knew she was being made infertile. Little as that mattered now, doomed though she was…

But eventually she felt her bile rise in her throat, and couldn't suppress a choking urge as she heaved into the great throat before her.

Chrysalis stopped all at once, the mouth opening to release her, still sticky with tears, saliva and…

“Mmm, seems I've topped you off,” she noted, savoring the taste. “Sorry, Twilight, this isn't my special brew. You're not getting my merciful treatment. That was just my ejaculate… if anything, it insulates against my stomach…”

Twilight sniffled atop her, queasy, bloated and afraid.

The Queen sniffed and lapped at her head. “Ohhhh… so very near now, Twilight. You're almost at your ripest… I'm so going to enjoy gobbling you up. I'll not feast so well in a century.”

“M… Mommy…!” she whimpered, barely a whisper. Chrysalis heard all the same.

“Hmm? Now that's an idea… Yes… I'm afraid I won't be able to find her yet, dear.”

Chrysalis’ magic gripped Twilight by her midsection, and she winced as she was pried off the two shrinking members still within her. She could feel herself draining from both orifices and felt a semblance of shame at it, even as she was slipped off the great black body and onto the cold stone.

“...But I can be your mother, temporarily… technically… if you catch my drift.”

Twilight was so dizzy with pain, blood loss and grief, she didn't even acknowledge anything but the terror endemic to Chrysalis clearly getting one more twisted idea in her head. But then green magic surrounded Twilight’s own head, and she barely had a moment to wonder as the Queen spread her legs, and the poor mare skid over the stony floor as the crotch came racing to fill her vision.

Twilight was submerged in darkness again, ensconced in syrupy heat, an intense smell of musk in her nostrils as she processed just where her head was. She heard Chrysalis groan lusciously, before the muscles around her began to squeeze and contract over her neck, dragging her shoulders up to the drooling orifice.

This was… her vagina… and it was swallowing her…!

She was powerless, as the changeling wasted little time pulling her waist deep, only whimpering as she felt herself take the place of some rubber toy. She idly wondered if this was how she'd die, and whether that would be better or worse than to pass through those wicked jaws.

She didn't have long to ponder, however, even as Chrysalis moaned around her to savor the sensation. Twilight felt her head bottom out into something, a mild glow in her blurry vision as she felt her hips slither inside after her. The hot muscles began throbbing hard enough as to entirely preoccupy her as her hind legs were sucked up in moments, and in no time at all, she was deposited entirely inside the cramped, slimy…

“H-her womb…?” Twilight breathed, surprised she still could. She couldn't even remember passing through a cervix, but supposed in her addled haze that if the changeling was able to render herself pliable enough to swallow ponies easily, that such typically firm elements simply weren't an issue for her.

Twilight was overly warm, sweltering even. The organ she was inside wasn't constricting her, but she felt claustrophobic all the same. She looked around to see fibrous flesh, soggy and green-shaded, though that could easily be the doing of her light sources. In twin ducts on either side of her she could see bundles of tiny spheres emitting a yellow-green glow. Eggs. Were she not certain Chrysalis would simply enrage further, she might consider trying to damage this monster's ability to grow her brood.

“Mmm…” Chrysalis groaned, as Twilight felt a form slap that made the surrounding flesh wobble. “You feel very good in there, dear.”

“Wh-what are you going to d-do?” Twilight spluttered, uncertain she could even be heard. “Turn me into a changeling? Was this misdirection all along?”

Twilight felt the muscles around her jiggle and compress.

“Turn you into—?! ...No, Sparkle. Even if I could do such a thing, I wouldn't deign to visit such a gift upon your like. No… no no, Twilight, this is but a reprieve. It is as I've said from the very start: I am going to swallow you, alive and whole… and then you will die.

“And I don't imagine your fear is alleviated, but I hope you don't mistake this. Your present confinement will not prepare you for my belly… It is nothing like this mere sauna within my sex. It is nextdoor though…”

Twilight waited for her to continue her train of thought, but she never did. Instead, as if in answer something pressed itself against the side of the wall of flesh as if hoping to burst through and attack her. But in a moment, she recognized the gaunt, twisted form of a small face press into it, eyes sunken and mouth covered. It looked shrink-wrapped by the awful organ, its face fixed in an awful howl of misery.

And then it spoke.

“Twilight…!” Spike’s voice issued from the wall, muffled and ethereal. She didn't think she could feel a greater shock anymore, but…

“S-Spike…?!” she whispered, fidgeting as syrupy secretions globbed atop her head.

The sunken eyes stared piteously as the voice answered, scared and fearful. “W-why didn't you help me, Twilight…? I was so scared…! It hurt so much… It STILL hurts! I can't… I can't…”

Twilight didn't get a chance to stammer before a larger, more pony-like face protruded, still sunk and mournful. “She ATE me, Twilight,” Fluttershy murmured. “It was so terrible…! So awful and scary! She swallowed me whole and nobody came to save me…! Why…?”

Twilight stared, her eyes pinpricks even in the gloomy glow. “I-I couldn't… there wasn't—”

“Why didn't you DO it, Twilight…?!” Rainbow Dash wailed beside them. “I TOLD you not to let her take me! I begged! Why didn't you just kill me?!”

“Now there's no escape!” Spike lamented.

“Our souls, Twilight…!” Fluttershy added. “Sh-she swallowed our SOULS…!”

“We're in HELL, Twilight…!” Rainbow cried, the droopy shape of her mouth pulling a frown that was almost comical, were it not to signify her late friend's suffering.

“Th-the burning…!” Pinkie moaned as her face pressed in too. “The burning NEVER STOPS…”

“And she'll never let us go… she's everliving,” chimed Rarity. “Why did you let her eat my sister, Twilight…?”

“And mine,” Applejack warbled.

“I didn't WANT to DIE!” groaned Sweetie Belle.

Applebloom joined the cacophony. “I'm DEAD, Twilight! She gobbled me all up, but I'll never see my Ma and Pa again...! I-it hurts so much…! Burns all over!”

“I had to kill ‘em, Twilight,” moaned Applejack. “Cause you didn't DO anything…! I had to kill my friend's baby sister…!”

“You shouldn't have challenged her…”

“You brought this on us…!”

“It's all your fault…!”

“YOUR FAULT!”

Twilight covered her ears, tears running down her face. “STOP it…! This isn't real, my friends would NEVER say this! STOP MAKING THEM SAY THIS!!!”

But it didn't stop. It didn't stop for the better part of an hour, but to Twilight time had lost all meaning. She soaked in the sopping wet womb, the abuse and guilt heavier than the musky mucus she was sodden with.

She barely reacted, almost didn't notice but for the sting in her eyes as the muscles around her squeezed her back into the birth canal headfirst.

The muscles rippled around her as she was fed back out, the light in the dungeon dim but overwhelming as she glimpsed it outside the changeling's vagina. The air was cool upon her face.

She oozed out bit by bit as Chrysalis birthed her, the last of her flopping upon the stone. She vaguely realized the wound of her tail had healed over, stemming the blood flow. She also saw Chrysalis had been truthful. She was still just a regular unicorn.

Twilight didn't move. Wholly sapped and dizzy and unmotivated.

A sound behind her made her jump and shiver as Chrysalis scooped her up in her hooves, tongue running over her back and breathing in her scent.

“Ah, Twilight… what a journey it's been. You've been softened with suffering, fattened by fear, basted and cured, and… now,” she paused turning to look Twilight hungrily in the eye, “you're ripe and ready for the feast…”

Twilight had so little fight left in her, she only watched as green magic shimmered over her, and she was lifted up into the air. Her mouth was dry as she saw the changeling's yawn open. This was it. This was the end…

But no. Even as she thought it, it wasn't the end, she knew. This was merely the awful, terrifying path to the true, final torment.

She was turned upright, and then nearly onto her back. She bent forward, nearly more afraid of not seeing it.

“Mmm… it's time, Twilight…”

She was numb, thunderstruck as she saw herself lowered. She wanted to scream, wanted to do something, say something, but it all died in her throat. Her fight or flight instincts were paralyzed with the shock of it all, so all she could manage was to freeze. She barely glimpsed the small, twisted crown before she felt hot breath on her backside… and then found teeth on both sides as she plopped wetly upon her tongue.

She moaned, the only sound that occurred to her as Chrysalis began to gnaw on her body, the tongue rolling and savoring her as it went.

The Queen startled her as a single strong swallow gripped her backside, bobbing her as Twilight's four limbs spread out suddenly to prevent her being drawn down. At this, she felt a chuckle beneath her, and felt magic lift her suddenly.

“Oh? You do still have some measure of fight left… Very well, Twilight. We'll finish this on your terms…”

Twilight barely could even consider what that meant, but found her thoughts fogged as she was dropped back into the maw, lightly chewed and tasted just as before. The occasional swallow would grip her, this time not even very strong. And from then on none of them were very strong.

It went on for minutes, Twilight simply wondering when Chrysalis would end the game and just finish her… but it never came.

She considered that Chrysalis was wearing her down until she could no longer physically resist… but her actions weren't tiring in the slightest. Twilight wasn't fighting to remain in this world, she was putting it off at her leisure.

That, she realized, was the game. This was what Chrysalis meant, what she wanted. As before, not to simply drag her inside by force… To even be taken by the halfhearted gulps, Twilight would have to act… to minimize her form, to stop resisting… She would have to give herself to the changeling's belly, willingly. To let herself be swallowed.

And yet even with that realization, as the musky mucus was slowly replaced with slick saliva… the fear kept Twilight where she was. Even truly hating her prolonged existence, no longer desirous of rescue, knowing to live in the world that would follow was nothing but pain and misery… she was too afraid to surrender. Even knowing it was inevitable she was so terrified of the coming pain.

But as the minutes wore on, being gummed and gulped at, she found her limbs slowly withdrawing. Her hooves inched closer and closer to her center. Shortly, she was free-floating within the horrible mouth, no longer moored to the jaws and teeth by anything. She couldn't really believe what she was doing as the next swallow sucked at her flanks. Even still, she bobbed slightly, but slid right back where she was.

This happened a number of times. Twilight had resolved not to even think about her actions as she bent over, doing the best she could to fold herself in half.

Her knees nearly touched her chest when another modest swallow came, and she felt her rump slot into the pit of her throat.

Twilight froze, as a delighted groan buzzed around her body, and before she could say or do anything more, another tiny swallow tugged her further.

A burning in her spine finally snapped her out of her malaise and into true panic. What was she DOING?! She didn't want to be EATEN! Her friends wouldn't want her to DIE! She didn't want to die! There HAD to be some way out of this! Some way of beating her! Some—

But as she thrashed, she realized it was too late. Her limbs had nothing to grip, all folded up near the same level as her head, as though she were hogtied. Her eyes were nearly level with the tongue even as she sank, but the affair didn't last as despair returned.

She could only breathe raggedly as she lost sight of the lower jaw completely and her body was constricted by tightening flesh. Chrysalis had stopped swallowing altogether, and now only tilted her head skyward to wait as gravity doomed her, oozing her down the great throat.

She wanted to scream, to say something, but nothing came to her. She just watched the teeth grow smaller in her vision, the flesh tunnel she traveled lengthening before her.

Twilight hadn't noticed the saliva pooling around her as Chrysalis neglected to swallow, not until it trickled into her gaping mouth and left her coughing, choking, desperately sucking air as her lungs were squeezed.

As this happened, she watched the circle of teeth above her grow further away, the light between them heavenly in the encroaching darkness. Twilight recognized she was well into the throat… well beyond retrieval… just a lump in her monstrous neck. Only Chrysalis kept the light on for her… and she saw it slowly going out.

The jaws began to shut as the dim light blackened. Twilight moaned as she saw it. The last of the light… the last of the outside world she would ever see… and it was fading before her very eyes.

The jaws finally closed, shutting her in blackness for but a moment, before the great gulping sound coincided with a pressure she couldn't stand… and she was carried off.

Chrysalis rubbed her throat with a hoof as she finally, ultimately swallowed the poor unicorn alive, the great body-shaped lump swiftly slithering down until it melded into her chest. Her green banded midsection swelled heavy with its treasure as she cooed, patting the quivering mass.

Twilight barely had time to think as she slid backwards into the nightmare, the pounding of a heart unbearable in her ears as she passed it.

Finally though, the painful tightness binding her slackened, and Twilight fell on her back in a somewhat larger space, splashing into mucus.

This was it, she thought, quaking in terror the eye of the needle through which her friends had all passed. She was finally where Chrysalis wanted her. In her belly. Twilight Sparkle had been EATEN.

The first thing she noticed was the cold. Where the womb had been almost comfortable, the stomach was… awful. The cold, soggy flesh was distinctly uncomfortable to touch. The womb was a place she might have been able to sleep in, but here? It was like the grave…

‘It's HORRIBLE in here…!’ she recalled Fluttershy mumbling after she'd made it this far.

Twilight turned to look around, barely able to make out anything in the dimmest green light passing through the membranous walls. She swept her hooves along the mucky bottom of the gut, and was shocked to find nothing. Not the faintest trace of her friends or her tail. Not a follicle, not a bone. Wholly digested as part of her biomass. It was almost more terrifying.

She jumped as something poked her from outside.

“Ahhh…” Chrysalis sighed. “There we are then, Twilight. We're there at last… It feels so good to have you tucked away inside my belly… I may very well shed a tear to end this, it's been so very fun.

“Your friends were all so tasty… but you? You were decadent… and now you're mine.”

Suddenly the walls around her sprang to life, and she found them pressing in against her from all sides. She panted in fear as claustrophobia took over. She pressed against the walls to create some manner of gap, but it was like she were being shrink-wrapped. Eventually she could do nothing but sob. Sob and whimper and wait for what came next.

“I'd tell you to prepare yourself, Twilight, but we both know that's a fool’s hope. But fret not… I'll be right here, until the very end…”

She paused, Twilight trussed up, barely able to breathe because Chrysalis willed it so… but not quite suffocating. The monster herself took a great, satisfied breath.

“Die…”

Twilight's left eye had peeked open as she heard the command that put a chill down her spine, and regretted it as the chill was replaced utterly.

“AAAAAUUGGGHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAAARGGHHHGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!”

She wailed and screamed as the walls suddenly sprayed a sizzling black ichor from pores hidden in the surface. One of them jetted directly into her open eye, which she wanted to rub so desperately, if not for the rest of her body being effectively showered in what felt like liquid pain.

Every nerve ending was alight. Her genitals were sizzling. She tossed and rolled to find some measure of relief, but it was everywhere. A pool of the stuff was forming at the floor, and there simply wasn't enough space for her to keep away from it. Some part of her was always touching the molten agony.

Even under her eyelids, she saw spots forming in her left eye and knew she was blind there. She tried desperately to keep her good eye away from the walls.

Her skin was growing raw and irritated. She twisted only to introduce fresh spots to the burning. It was like she were a marshmallow, evenly cooking herself over a fire. There was no point.

“PLEEEEEEEEEASE!!!” she screeched, taking breaths of fumes that scorched her sinuses, “LET ME OUUUUUUT!!! LET ME O-O-OUUUT!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!! SOMEPONY HELP ME, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!”

She felt her mane falling off, patches of her coat discoloring and flaking to reveal angry red skin. Chrysalis was truly going to let her die as slowly and painfully as she could. Nothing that had happened yet was lethal, a part of her knew… so she'd be here a very long time.

The anguish was eroding any perspective, any rational thought. But one idea, a desperate idea crept in, and she latched to it.

Painfully, she pressed her four limbs out into the sides of the stomach wall, the tips of her hooves sizzling against the black pool. Steadily, she soaked her horn into it, inhibitor and all, and felt nerve endings cry out as it began eating and frothing away. It felt like a root canal without anesthesia. All she did in the meanwhile was scream, and moan.

After a short while, however, the walls came alive again. With terrifying force, she felt ribs break as the muscle lining pressed into her from the side, then cried out as they contorted this way and that. It was like the stomach was chewing her.

Her neck cricked from one motion. Another sprained her hind leg. At last, she screamed as another got lucky and wound around her right forleg, bending it backwards. She felt an intense nausea at the snap and gave in, vomiting as a scream vied for the use of her mouth.

She fell into the ichor, the left side of her head submerging before she leapt out as her ear began to eat away. Her vocal cords were starting to hurt from every awful noise she made.

But somehow, her mind was still set and she plunged her horn back into the mire.

“Oh Twilight, am I hearing the end of your screams? Well now that's too bad… I'll have to settle for the last thrashing of your little body to enjoy. Shall I speed things up a little?”

In an instant the walls began secreting even more potent ichor, and worse yet the pool was rising.

She collapsed in the pain, but as she did… she saw something plop into the pool before her eyes. Something violet and fluted. Her horn, and its inhibitor, had fallen off.

With a though, Twilight felt and saw the crackle of unbound magic fly from above her head. It was raw, unrefined, undirected…

...It was perfect.

“Hmm? What was that?” Chrysalis asked. “You're digesting rather—”

And those were the last cogent words of Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings, as Twilight aimed for the awful sound of the pounding heart, and let fly every ounce of magic she could muster into a ragged deadly beam.

The sky was split by the violet burst as Chrysalis’ chest blew out, her head shrieking like a beast and trying to take a hundred different forms as it flailed and her body fell over. The stone above was destroyed, crumbling out to the open air. The screaming Queen was silenced at last as a great chunk of stone smashed her head flat, and the rest of her awful body rattled its last.

Twilight, still sizzling and immobile from all that had happened, reveled quietly in the calm. In the sun she could finally glimpse again. Her friends had been avenged… Equestria was saved…

But not for her, she knew… and the bubble of the dead changeling's stomach agreed with this. The pores, unrestricted by their owner, were freely dispensing their contents, and Twilight felt the harsh… but rapid fire as her body began to dissolve.

She couldn't feel her legs… and soon she found it hard to breathe, as the ichor found its way into her lungs.

She gurgled as she felt herself slowly sink, neck deep and losing muscle control, only wanting to stare into that lovely blue sky as she finally found peace.

Even as her senses began to feel fuzzy, she saw three winged figures drop down from the sky, like valkyries to escort her. But it was Princess Luna! Flanked by Cadance and Celestia! Luna must have realized what was happening at last!

They all seemed panicked, searching the room in dread, only paying minor attention to the dead Queen. They hadn't spotted Twilight. And that was fine, she decided, as she finally slipped beneath the surface… it's better this way. It's better they don't see me like this, know what happened.

Equestria was saved… and she was going to be with her friends again.

And that was all perfectly okay.

Author's Note

Kept ya waiting, huh...?

Hoo boy, how long has it been? Years?

But here it is, the end in all its brutality.

Really, there's no apology sincere enough to warrant this kind of gap. And it happened for the reason it ALWAYS happens. I ran into a scene I wanted to write, but ended up hating. And as always the solution was to cut it down and just move on. And even THEN it was a lot to get through.

A large part of it is that I've mostly moved on from ponies as a whole. I still enjoy it and I saw the movie and stuff, but the series just isn't my focus anymore.

Largely I've shifted focus over to RWBY, a series I can't help but ADORE, and tragically this means moving to the more limited FFN site.

You can see what I've been up (if you're interested) on both my sfw and nsfw accounts.

Just look up "Hearts Mended By Flesh", a Lancaster romance story (with some vore elements in two chapters) or my DBZ/RWBY crossover featuring Lorde Frieza, "Transposition F"! You'll find me no problem.

To any of you who actually show up to read this... thank you. I honestly never figured me writing stuff like this could ever be seen as quality one way or another, but I've been proven wrong twice, and that's thanks to you guys.