Chapters The seven were marched into the dungeons of Canterlot, the clicks of the chitinous changelings thick in the air as they proceeded down the last steps and through the barred door.
They had failed to stop the wedding day invasion. Unable to reach the Elements before their capture, Twilight couldn’t find the opening they needed. They hadn’t even been restrained before, and yet she was equally helpless now, chained stiff alongside her friends.
“Mmm…” the voice of the changeling queen moaned, from the darkness. Who ever thought I’d feel so impatient for my victory lap.”
Rarity huffed. “Your lap? We were the ones clambering down here in heavy chains.”
“Oh, I am sorry. The good news is you’ll need only suffer one more bout of exertion… or perhaps not. You could lie back and let me handle things from now on if you wish.”
“I’m not budging another inch!” Rainbow declared, glaring at the drones at her side. “Do what you want, but I ain’t helping ya’.”
She giggled again to herself as her drones lined them up side by side. “Somehow I doubt that. Your inaction makes things easier, and I doubt you’ll want that now, or later.”
“Stop being cryptic,” Twilight demanded. “What exactly do you intend? Are we to rot here so you can feed off our love?”
“What would that even feel like?” Spike asked, an air of disgust in his voice as he looked away, only to see Chrysalis looming over him out of the corner of his eye.
“Since you’re so curious…” she said, as a drone unlatched Spike’s chains, “...you can be first to find out.”
Spike cried out as he was shoved forward onto his knees, not quite catching himself as the drone behind him rested its forelegs upon his little shoulders.
The others cried in outrage, before Pinkie Pie noticed some sort of fleshy pointed protrusion folding out from between the drone’s hind legs. “Spike, behind you! ”
“I know it’s—” Spike uttered, before there was a sudden strange pressure on his cloaca.
He screamed as the organ swiftly, mercilessly penetrated his cloaca, not laying off the pressure until it hit home past his anus and inside his rectum.
“Argh! AAAAAAUGH! TWILIGHT!” he shrieked, scrambling on his claws and knees to get away, only for the drone to harden its embrace. Emotionlessly, the drone’s hips began to piston into the young drake as it worked to further impale him upon its girth.
“SPIKE!” Twilight wailed, thrashing against her captors and futilely attempting every spell she could imagine through the inhibitor cap on her horn. “Stop it, he’s just a boy! I’ll KILL YOU! ”
“Oh, but you won’t stop this, Twilight,” Chrysalis cooed. “Not unless you want for him to suffer far, FAR more.”
Indeed, Twilight and the others simmered down, the caregiver herself weeping quietly, mouthing “I’ll kill you...” every few seconds.
“I-it’s in my butt! ” Spike groaned, wincing and blushing as his face registered a cross of confusion and humiliation. “A-and… something's coming out…”
The mares sat disgusted at the apparent ordered rape of the young dragon, too young to even know what was being done to him. But as the drone continued burying itself to the hilt in the boy’s body, none but he could know what was occurring inside.
Indeed, as the drone mechanically buggered him, it pumped a constant stream of fluid. His belly burgeoned as it filled every crevice on its way up his various intestines, gizzard, and…
“Oop—!” Spike gulped, lifting a claw to his mouth as he was pounded. “I-I don’t feel s—”
The equine occupants shouted in surprise and confusion as a neon-green fluid was vomited from between Spike’s claws. In an instant, the audible slap of the drones hips upon his quieted as its tempo and ferocity idled. “Wh-w-wuh?” Spike wondered aloud, holding his glowing hand in front of him, and suppressing another retch.
“Oh… yes ,” Chrysalis cooed, leaning her face into his own. Spike stood aghast at her closeness, before her long tongue lapped at his lips, sampling the fluid before forcefully making out with him.
“Disgusting!” Rarity spat, abhorred like her friends at this shameless molestation.
Chrysalis’ lips detached with a gentle snap, opening her eyes and smiling as she heard the comment. “Au contraire. If you ask me… it’s delicious .”
Spike watched as her lips stretched towards him again… but far, far wider.
“W-wha…?” Spike gulped, before he and the mares screamed as the changeling queen struck forward like a snake, her mouth encompassing his head and upper body in one gulp.
“NO! ” Twilight shrieked, unable to comprehend what was happening. “PUT HIM DOWN !”
Spike pulled his head just free of the seal in Chrysalis’ throat to cry, “TWILIG—” before the drone penetrating him thrust forward, forcing him further down.
The mares watched in stunned silence, as the queen and drone worked together to force Spike, tail to toes inside her mouth. At last, she closed her mouth and gave a small gulp, forcing Spike’s writhing lump to be just visible. She pursed her lips as she sucked the end of her drone’s penetrating organ, letting it slip out slowly as she raised her head.
Spike’s muffled screams only increased, as she tilted her head back and gave a final powerful swallow. The bulge in her throat slid beneath her skin, down down down, until it vanished within her otherwise skinny chest.
“You… YOU MONSTER!” Twilight screamed, “LET HIM OUT!”
Chrysalis giggled darkly, turning to gaze at her translucent midsection. “Behold. Your fate.”
They gasped, to see the drake-shaped silhouette curled up inside, struggling to find more room, or a passage out.
“Best not prolong this. The rest of you will need the vacancy.” the queen said, her chest expanding a moment. Within seconds, Spike writhed, panicked screams and crying filling the air. Twilight cried out his name as she watched the queen’s partly distended belly shrink to size, the shape within becoming amorphous, until the only sound remaining was a mild gurgling.
“And I need to maintain my figure.”
Twilight whimpered, trying to find a voice as her eyes stared unblinkingly at the flat paunch. A whimper that grew louder and louder, into a throat-tearing scream.
“NO!!! SPIKE!!! SPIKE!!! ”
“Oh no…!” Rarity choked. “This can’t be happ…”
“QUIET!” Chrysalis demanded, walking down the line, tongue working beneath her lips. “To silence your fears, this is not how we consume love. No, not at all. No use killing the golden goose. This is an execution, a statement against those that will resist. When we return, no trace of you to be seen ever again.
“...And a rare treat for me. The energy to support a new hive, upon the cinders of Canterlot.”
“Then do me next!” Twilight demanded, eyes streaming silently. “I volunteer to… to join Spike.”
Chrysalis laughed. “Oh sorry, but I’m not taking requests tonight. Besides…” Chrysalis took a deep breath of her mane, mouth working as she ran her tongue along Twilight’s horn. “... for all you did to spoil our surprise, I’ve long determined that you will be last .”
Twilight shut her eyes, and wept.
“Now then… who shall be next?” Chrysalis wondered, looking each of them in the eye in turn.
At last, green met teal as Chrysalis beheld Fluttershy, who instantly shrank and stumbled onto her side.
“Well now!” the queen said with a smack of her lips. “Fear is quite a delectable flavor. Normally, it would take a few more morsels to summon it fully.”
Chrysalis nuzzled Fluttershy’s exposed underside, breathing in deeply. “And you’ve practically basted yourself in it.”
Wordlessly, the changeling holding Fluttershy moved in, only for Rainbow Dash to suddenly cry out and struggle against her bonds.
“You leave her alone! ” Dash ordered, quickly realizing her efforts were pointless. “You take me first, you ugly bug! ME FIRST!”
“Oh ho ho ho ho!” the queen chuckled. “I see you’re going to be fun ! But as I’m in the business of disappointing ponies, you’ll have your turn.”
“NO!” Rainbow thrashed anew, as Fluttershy’s changeling advanced, its organ slipping from its body.
“Lift your tail for the gentling, dear,” Chrysalis cooed. “You need to take your medicine.”
“I...I,” Fluttershy stammered, trembling as she watched the drone lining itself up, a hoof lifting one of her hind legs. “I’ve never…”
“Oh, it’s not like that,” Chrysalis said. “Your little flower is in no danger. We would use your mouth for this, but you would choke… and I prefer a warm meal.”
Fluttershy’s tail was suddenly seized by the drone’s mouth, yanking it from its protective position to uncover the mare’s modesty.
“Oh please…!” Fluttershy whimpered, as she felt the fleshy pressure upon her exit and turned cherry red.
“Ngg-uh!” Fluttershy winced, as the drone applied force to gain entry, unsuccessful against her dry rump. She avoided eye contact with her friends, mortified to be in this position.
With a light splash, the drone’s black organ preemptively ejected a touch of its neon fluid, spilling over the wrinkly skin of the mare’s little rosebud.
Fluttershy froze, a confused, disgusted expression crossing her before the pressure on her rear returned.
“H—ah!” she gasped, the thin tip just breaching her rumpled flesh, nestled at the start of her rectum. Her eyes finally turned up, to look her dark, unbidden lover in its blue lifeless orbs.
And then the drone shoved hard inside her.
Fluttershy let out a panicked, pained yelp, instinctually scrambling to escape the sharp pain, distributed equally across her anal ring. But the changeling was too strong, not even losing pace after plunging its entire girth inside her. It just clutched her hips in its front legs, and held her fast as it sodomized her.
“Nyeh-uh! Hnyeh-uh!” she groaned with each thrust, teeth bared, eyes like pinpricks as she tried to quietly endure what was being done to her. Before long, she could feel the drone throbbing, and the rush as fluids coursed through her insides. All the while, as the slightest green drip traveled down to her thigh, a touch of red joined it.
A look of conflict crossed her visage, torn between the wish for this violation to end… or for it to last as long as possible, knowing what awaited her once it did.
For most of them, it was an eternity of hell, listening to Fluttershy cry and whimper at the passionless probes of the drone into her body. It was a cold motion, mechanical. If it demonstrated enjoyment of the act, it wasn’t in a body language known to ponies. The bug-pony thing was only marinating its queen’s next meal.
All of them, even Fluttershy, were lulled into a limbo of expectation. The act, long enough to feel endless… and yet not daring to hope for a break in the macabre monotony.
So it was with fear and shock that Fluttershy, clutching her throat from the pressure inside, coughed and ultimately vomited a jet of green onto the cobblestone before her.
The drone ceased immediately, and Fluttershy caught a glance of her friends suddenly giving her their full, speechless attention.
Even as she felt the drone remove itself from her stinging, sore rump, she stood frozen. Even as a loud, liquid blurt from her backside formed a pool behind her, none were concerned that she save face. She couldn’t even blush anymore. The blood was far too busy retreating from her face, as if the pallid flesh and cold sweat were already reminding her of what was next.
“Oh,” Chrysalis chimed in at last. “It seems you’ve made a mess. Not to worry. I can clean you up nicely.”
Fluttershy gasped as the felt the buzz of magic take hold of her body. Her eyes streamed quietly, as if she had truly believed the queen would forget about her if she stood still. Even now she bundled herself into a ball, thighs to her barrel, forelegs tucked towards her chest. It was the only safety blanket she had left, as she was lifted before Chrysalis’ great black head.
“You d-don’t have to do this!” Fluttershy managed to squeak, shivering as Chrysalis’ tongue began to lap at her bottom. “W-we could… sh-sh-share love with you!”
The queen ceased her tongue bath only to giggle. “So naive… so precious . Why I could just eat you up. ”
“I-I…” Fluttershy quaked, her tremors growing more extreme every moment. “I don’t want to die…”
“Oh,” Chrysalis tutted, frowning as she babied her meal, “you had to use that naught naughty word. And how cute, bundled up tight. Do you think I can’t do it if you’re like this? I can, you know, I’ll show you.”
Chrysalis turned her towards her friends, and raised Fluttershy just above her head.
“Don’t be afraid, my dear… it will only hurt for a minute or so. After that… nothing will be left to feel it.”
The queen made a great show, moaning as her toothy maw yawned open, Fluttershy nearly spasming in fear as she was delicately deposited rump-first upon the base of her tongue.
Twilight had to commend Fluttershy for her bravery, not instantly panicking between the monster’s jaws, even as Chrysalis began working her around between them.
The meek pegasus shook and cried out, at the sensation of being tasted, and ravished by the rolling tongue. From her perspective, it was oddly like sitting upon a great, fleshy massage toilet. The fangs poked at her, but had yet to try piercing her hide. But yes, seated so securely, she could very much imagine the hole of the throat under her rump to simply lead somewhere meant for… well, impolite things that definitely weren’t full-grown ponies. Sure, her rump was wet, but she had accidentally fallen in a number of times, after Angel forgot to put the seat down.
Of course… the wetness was never so warm. And the toilet never blew hot, moist air over her fanny…
And that was because she wasn’t using the little filly’s room. She wasn’t sitting on cool porcelain to relieve herself…
She was being eaten alive.
A sudden, fierce tug on her rump snapped her back to this reality, forming a seal over her backside. What had felt so solid and small below her had proven just pliable enough to fold down.
She rose back up with a jerk, the swallow drawing her backside in just enough to feel the slightest threat of sinking. The throat hadn’t felt large enough before, but now she realized it could expand just enough, and the pressure she felt as it compressed her was crushing. Chrysalis could swallow her up… but it wouldn’t be a slide into a pool. She would be forced, constricted from all sides, unable to move. And she would suffocate. Or drown. Or melt in the belly, imprisoned… in agony… alone.
Twilight beheld her friend suddenly start to panic, moaning fearfully. Her tiny wings flailed uselessly, already pinned against the side of the queen’s maw. Hot tears rolled down her face, as Fluttershy’s hind legs waggled uselessly, forelegs stretched out. At first, she tried in vain to press the jaws apart, then to grab the slimy tongue which she couldn’t grip. Finally, wide-eyed and openly sobbing, her forelegs stretched out in a plea to be saved.
Chrysalis’ jaws pressed again with another swallow, drawing in her entire rump and pinning her extended limbs together. With another jerk, she slid back up, the swallows still unable to keep their entire grip.
Fluttershy gulped and squeaked in confusion as the queen changed tact, and began a rolling, rocking round of fast, tiny gulps. She bounced up and down, punctuating each pull with a yelp. It was as though she were in the throes of carnal bliss with some unseen mate. Faster and faster it became, sucking her down till her rump sat at the point of no return.
And all at once, Chrysalis’ jaws sealed shut over her, taking a massive swallow as her head snapped back. A noticeable lump in her great throat jerked into view, before her head tilted down and opened once more.
Fluttershy still clung to the outside world, her head and limbs alone visible and quaking. She stared at them all in turn, hyperventilating, eyes screaming for help.
She was visible for but a few seconds, but evidently the changeling queen wanted it over. Another slight swallow plunged Fluttershy in darkness, which once more faded.
As Chrysalis revealed, her long neck bent down so the ponies could see down it, the poor pegasus was left with only the tips of her limbs, and her terrified face visible to the outside world. Heart in her throat, Fluttershy’s breathing had managed to quadruple in pace, one forlorn ear visible, bent back by the sphincter of the throat surrounding her.
Satisfied, Chrysalis shut her mouth with agonizing slowness. The ponies only heard the start of a panicked, labored scream, as the light and world were shut off to the doomed mare.
They could hear the muffled screams beneath the skin, as Chrysalis took her time tilting her head back. She sat at the precipice, all eyes glued on her, before she let a chuckle rumble through her.
At last, she savored a long, slow, moaning swallow, as the lump named Fluttershy screamed and cried its way down.
The writhing, shaking mass slithered its way below, before meeting with the queen’s chest and putting her away at last.
Chrysalis allowed a moment of silence as she licked her chops, mouth free to speak again. “Such a perfect little snack. If only I could have her twice.”
“You let her go!” Rainbow Dash moaned, the conviction barely in her, as she stared at the bulging belly her best friend had become. “How could you do that, she never hurt anypony! ”
“Aw,” Chrysalis cooed, in false maternal warmth, “you care so much, perhaps you’d like to be with her as she passes.”
Without a word as to what she meant, Chrysalis sashayed over to Rainbow Dash, the latter preparing to back up if the need arose. However, instead Chrysalis cupped a hoof over her head, and pressed the pegasi’s ear against her belly like she were a proud pregnant mother.
“Speak to her,” Chrysalis ordered gently.
“F-Fluttershy?” Rainbow asked, eyes wet. “Can you hear me?”
Amid the liquid blurps, she could hear the cadence of Fluttershy’s voice sounding within, unintelligible. She could hear sobbing, mixed with what could have been her own name. She probably misheard it, but she swore she followed by saying, “It’s horrible in here!”
“I know,” Rainbow said, unsure what to even say. “But we’re gonna be with you soon! You don’t have to be alone anymore… j-just try to relax, and be strong… Okay? F-F-Fluttershy?”
It was then that Rainbow heard a sudden yelp, which turned into a rolling, agonizing wail as the sound of bubbling overwhelmed her. She could feel a fizzing rumble against her face, as the stomach began to shrink.
“NO!!! STOP IT!!! STOP IT, I’LL KILL YOU! ”
Rainbow Dash was instantly restrained by the drones as the wailing quieted, the queen’s gut once more reduced to its emaciated form.
“No…” Rainbow choked, eyes wide as she realized what the silence meant.
Author's Note
Absolutely to be continued... we're only through the first course.
“You monster…” Twilight sobbed quietly, unable to quantify the regret in her heart. The overwhelming desire to reclaim her chance to end Rainbow’s repugnant suffering. “You only did that to hurt her longer … How can you… hate so much?”
“I won’t deny,” Chrysalis said, stifling a belch, “I get off on it.
“Speaking of, I take it the rest of you won’t follow her example by refusing our little digestive aid?”
None of them answered, though Rarity pressed her eyes closed. All of them knew, to accept the humiliating “treatment” was to effectively accept their role as food. To resist, was to suffer horrifically, as Rainbow Dash had.
“Good,” the queen said, accepting their silence. “It’s nice to see you take the drone’s 'honey' over just my own 'vinegar.'”
She sauntered along the line, as they held their collective breath. “Now… your dear friend was rather… bitter and gamey. Pegasi generally are, but that last morsel was one dry turkey.”
Twilight held in the fury rising in her heart. The heartless witch had put Rainbow through being eaten twice … and she didn’t even like how she tasted. It was only to make her suffer.
“So I think,” Chrysalis said, stopping, “I’ll cleanse the palate with something… sweeter.”
Pinkie Pie dared to look up from her staredown with the floor. Already her hair had lost its curl. She looked broken. Being beholden to Rainbow Dash’s fate wiped any trace of smile or energy from her face. Yet somehow, as her eyes locked with the changeling queen’s, she managed to sulk even further.
In fact, she sulked until her chin touched the floor, her rear held high in offering. Her silky straight tail swished across her semi-pudgy flank, until the strands all touched the small of her back.
The drone behind her already extended its phallic organ, and made to advance on her.
“Wait,” Pinkie asked quietly, before sucking on the tip of her left hoof. She removed it, dripping with saliva, and quietly reached behind herself.
Chrysalis giggled as Pinkie dug the hoof into her hiney, working it around with a lewd, embarrassing sound as she pressed her lips together in concentration, a touch of color betrayed on her cheeks. Twilight felt a cold pit in her stomach, seeing Pinkie acquiesce so fully, to the point of preparing herself for what was coming.
It felt so wrong. Such a surrender to the… horrible creature before them, helping it murder them all easier. And yet she was conflicted, as Pinkie’s actions would make the intrusion of her own backside easier… but would she give the queen that kind of show? Would it be nobler to fight to the bitter end, brave and reckless like Rainbow Dash, even if it meant a disgustingly slow and excruciating death?
Or was Pinkie’s strategy the better one? Accepting the terms of her fate, facing it with her head held high, and not giving her the satisfaction of a struggle… the twisted, sadistic bitch .
Pinkie finally removed the hoof from herself, sitting it back upon the ground, still slick with fluid from both ends. “Okay,” she told them, staring forward, “I’m ready.”
“Good girl,” Chrysalis cooed, as the drone finally mounted her, its weight settling on Pinkie’s back. The organ’s tip slid across her flank, bobbing low and lightly smacking her girl bits, and making her bite her tongue to keep silent with mixed success.
Finally, the fleshy rod prodded the sphincter just under her dock. Encountering little resistance, it pressed forward, and sank halfway in with one thrust.
Pinkie’s head jerked, forehead pressing into the ground as she inhaled sharply through her nostrils, eyes pressed shut. She was stoic, breathing in time as the drone pulled back for leverage, hooves dug into her waist, and buried itself fully within her rectum.
Twilight again was hard pressed to witness this loveless copulation. She hadn’t accepted that the then evil Cadance would certainly have traditionally done similar things with her brother once the day was out, leave alone see it with her friends.
She wasn’t sure if it was better to look away, and offer the most pointless guise of privacy… or watch every moment of it, and savor every last glance she could, of a friend she was about to see for the very last time.
And so, she watched, weeping silently… for she would miss her friend. She already would have given the world to see Rainbow, Spike and Fluttershy again.
Pinkie stood stoic as the drone pumped its gooey green fluid into her hiney. A sensation that made her gut gurgle with discomfort. She sighed, a hoof rubbing her belly as her shoulder touched the floor. She hadn’t expected it, but apart from nausea, it felt like she really needed to take a d… less brief fillies room visit. Hey, she wasn’t an overly mature mare, but she drew the line at potty talk… even in her brain. Good girls didn’t discuss number two in polite company.
Nor did good girls do what she was slowly considering, hoof still down at her belly. But… she didn’t have long, and if Rainbow had been any indication, nor did the parts making her a “her.”
‘Smoke ‘em while you’ve still got ‘em,’ she thought, as her hoof reached further back.
“Oh my,” Chrysalis chortled, “nevermind; not such a good girl! Naughty naughty girl! I love it...”
Twilight watched in confusion, the red in her face burning as Pinkie sighed, rubbing what of her mound and folds she could reach. The party pony bit her lip, as her friends’ jaws went slack.
Pinkie’s imagination had to go into overdrive to enjoy any of this. But she would. She was determined to. The awful queen wouldn’t steal this, the last, selfish little ounce of joy she’d experience in this world. Eyes closed, she imagined she was hosting one of her… after dark shindigs. She’d invited some lucky, inexperienced colt upstairs to her loft. The clock struck midnight, and her anxious little birthday boy was now of breeding age.
He was unsure, and wanted his first to be with his marefriend, when he found her anyway. But they came to a compromise that satisfied everypony. She was a bit bloated from too much cake, but… he could have his first with his lucky lady some day in the usual way… while tonight, he’d sew his wild oats in her cutie patootie. It didn’t count if you didn’t want it to.
What? It wouldn’t be the first time.
So here she was beneath the virginal younster, tailhole full of his supple, overexcited meat. He came early… but he was a gusher! It was the longest orgasm, like… ever! The freak of nature was still filling her! That cake would have company soon…
All the while, she massaged her throbbing little berry. She hadn’t wanted to dirty herself with the hoof she touched her butthole with, but fantasies aside… she knew she wasn’t going to be here long enough to worry about an infection. Her shoulders and cheek supported her upper body as both hooves stretched between her legs and played her cunny like a piano.
Her back arched and hips gyrated as she worked herself against her mate’s mechanical motions, until even the grim reality couldn’t hold back the blissful groan as ecstasy found her, splashing the thighs of the perplexed drone inside her as she came.
Her chest heaved, lids half shut as she lay lifeless, hind legs twitching in the aftermath.
As Twilight stood, lost for words as she tried to ignore the pungent musk wafting over, Pinkie gagged as a splash of green coated her lips.
Once she had wiped her mouth, Pinkie closed her eyes, barely wincing as the drone removed itself from her. “You can have me now. I’m not gonna fight you. Just… be quick about it.”
Chrysalis laughed, hooves clapping in appreciation. “My dear, you’re such an unexpected little treat. In all the times I’ve done this, never has one of my little horderves left me with such a show.
“Well I say ‘encore,’ little sweet! Surely that’s not the last of it?”
“I said to eat me and be done,” Pinkie demanded, the color in her cheeks not fading for the queen’s praise.
Chrysalis rounded to her backside, surprising Pinkie as she shoved her snout right beneath her crotch and lifted her off her hind legs by it, all the while taking a deep sniff. Pinkie yelped, face like a tomato as her rump slapped back down onto the cobblestone.
“I’m sorry, I’m terrible,” she explained, licking the dripping arousal from her snout. “I never could resist playing with my food.”
“Play with yourself ,” Pinkie ordered. “Just get it over with. I’m not your plaything. Swallow me up or let me go.”
The queen’s demeanor soured. “If that’s how you want it then. But shout, will you… if you change your mind on the way down.”
Chrysalis’ emerald magical aura encased the pink pony, hefting her high as she stretched Pinkie taut, hind legs together straight down and forelegs likewise over her head. Her jaws yawned apart, strings of saliva connecting her predatory teeth.
The queen groaned, shoving her hooves and legs straight down her throat, not so much swallowed as stuffed. The glow of magic faded away, leaving Pinkie to wobble upright, mired in the gaping gullet as if worked over her legs. She heaved back and forth, legs rubbing together as she tried to stay upright, and not hang over either toothy jaw like a wet noodle.
She locked eyes with Twilight, giving her a long, sad look, is if in apology. “It’s not your fault, Twilight. Don’t let her tell you s—Oh—oh-ooh?! ”
Pinkie shrieked, cheeks burning fiercely as Chrysalis’ work sucking her down culminated in the long forked tongue penetrating her folds, savoring her feminine faculties.
“H-hey!” Pinkie exclaimed, fighting the drunken arousal in her half-lidded eyes. “I-I told you to f-finish what you… ooohmmm… started...”
She worked to twist her thighs together and pin the tongue worming within her bothered loins. As stoic as she tried to be, she had to pause and give an intoxicated thousand-yard stare as Chrysalis pleasured her, mercilessly juices from whatever orifice she could draw from.
“W-when I told you to… e-eat me,” Pinkie warbled, her free hooves pressing against the pointed fangs on the upper jaw. “Th-this wasn’t whuh… what I meant… ”
She pressed hard, drawing beads of blood as the teeth embedded into her hooves. “And you know it!”
Pinkie winced and cried out as she shoved up with all her might, forcing her hips, and the queen’s tongue, waist-deep into the monstrous throat.
Tongue still buried in the party pony’s now-literal snatch, the queen of changelings choked and gagged, eyes tearing up. She heaved, desperately trying to suck in or expel Pinkie as she fought for air.
Riding this bronco, half inside, half outside, Pinkie turned her baby blue eyes to her friends. “No turning back now… Goodbye.”
“Oh… oh my g…” Applejack started, unable to find words.
“We love you, Pinkie!” Twilight blurted out, watching her torso slowly vanish as Chrysalis tugged her down.
“I-I know, sillies!” Pinkie replied, neck sinking, her face obscured by teeth. They could just see the sparkle of a tear beyond the salivating maw. “I love you t—”
One last glimpse of her eyes were all they got before her mouth was covered by the throat. The queen’s jaws snapped shut, and a huge, difficult swallow pained her as Pinkie finally made her ultimate descent.
As the bulge carried into her chest, Chrysalis wheezed, panting with exertion as her belly filled once more. “L-little… ingrate! I nearly swallowed my tongue!
“I had tried to give her a loving little sendoff, but if you want out so badly, then fine! Have it your way!” she cried, poking her belly with a hoof, before it began gurgling and shrinking as it had before.
Twilight thought she’d start getting used to this… but she couldn’t. She watched, knowing that somewhere in that mass, she was losing another friend forever…
All the while, Chrysalis was silent, listening for the inevitable screams.
They never came. The churning, gurgling gut only sizzled as it reduced its guest to pure nutrients. Somehow, Pinkie Pie remained determinedly silent. And as the queen’s midsection regained its svelte proportions, the perky pink pony passed on in peace.
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.
An Apple a Day (Warning: Foalcon)
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.
Gurgle Gurgle, Wayward Spark
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.
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Desaturated (Gore/Body Horror: Reader Beware)
Author's Note
Reader beware: This part is particularly messed-up, but it will be the only one to go THIS far.
No, seriously. You think I'm kidding? If you have a weak stomach/ aren't into brutal consequences and digestion, skip this chapter. It's hardcore.
You have been freaking WARNED.
Desaturated (Gore/Body Horror: Reader Beware)
“So,” Chrysalis said, stifling a belch, “my vibrant little bonbon! Mayhaps you’d like to fulfill your promise to sweet little Fluffernutt—”
“FLUTTERSHY!” Rainbow screeched, lip trembling as she levied the extremes swirling within her. “Her name was FLUTTERSHY! You ate her, and you didn’t even know her name! ”
“I try not to get attached, my little sherbet scoop. Plenty of time for that later, once we become… closer.”
Rainbow Dash just noticed a dark flash in the corner of her eye. Not sparing a thought, her hind legs struck, colliding with the face of the drone closing in on her hindquarters.
The drone guards hissed as they slowly closed in. Rainbow leapt to an equine pugilist stance, squaring off with them. “Forget it, freak! Nopony puts nothin’ in my butt on a first date!”
In spite of herself, Twilight tilted her head at the statement, and noticed her remaining friends looked to be in various states of thought as well. Inwardly, Twilight filed that one under “stuff she didn’t need to know.”
There was silence as the fight prepared to break out, until Chrysalis’ laughter filled the air.
“No no, stand down.”
The drones looked to her, almost agitated.
“If baby doesn’t want her shot, then fine. It makes no difference to me. Either way, the result is the same.”
“Just one minute!” Rainbow growled. “Just give me one minute with you alone! I’ll lay you out! I’ll make you sorry for what you did to them!”
“Oh ho ho! ” the queen chortled, a hoof to her lips. “Well in that case, stop talking about what you’ll do, and come at me. I’ll even withhold my magic, just to make it interesting. Just bear in mind: this is for keeps.”
With a blast of air, Rainbow Dash launched herself at the changeling queen, whose snapping teeth missed her by inches. Rainbow swung right with a foreleg at Chrysalis’ head, which ducked beneath. Chrysalis prepared to lunge once more, but for a hind leg kicking out and smashing into the side of her head, perfectly placed.
Chrysalis reeled a moment, snarling at the sensation as Rainbow Dash landed squarely in front of her. A pair of great black legs raised up to crush her, and she slid beneath them, squaring up for a hit on her translucent midsection.
She hesitated. The sight of the belly that had taken her best friend gave her pause. She adjusted her aim elsewhere, but was interrupted by a great sting in her tail.
The queen had reached beneath with her long neck, fangs sinking into the shock of multicolored hair making up her tail, and pulling up violently. Rainbow yelped as she was catapulted out, impacting the cold, solid dungeon wall opposite her. She fell in a heap against it, scrambling to right herself as Chrysalis approached.
Rainbow felt a surge of adrenaline as the queen suddenly charged towards her, and with a great flaps of her wings rocketed skyward… right into the ceiling.
Her vision swam as her head collided with the stone. Steeling herself, she shook off the sudden blast of pain, dashing down with her leg extended to smash the queen’s spine.
She missed, grazing her back as she slid onto her side, colliding with the ground. Rainbow scrambled to get up, only to feel the air leave her lungs as a porous black hoof slammed into her gut.
Blinded by the pain, still dizzy, she clutched her stomach. In a split second, she recognized her mistake, struggling to escape before the hoof stamped down harder. She cried out, working to lift it off with no avail.
“I think that’s your minute,” Chrysalis mocked. “Too bad. I almost felt some of those hits. But it seems bravado wasn’t enough to take you off the menu.”
“N-no way!” Rainbow gasped. “If you think I’m gonna let you eat me, you’ve got a hoof-sandwich coming to you!”
“Well, yes actually,” Chrysalis laughed. “Hoof, hock. Head, tail. I’ll be eating all of you, so that goes without saying, you silly thing.”
“You gross...ugly…”
The queen’s horn ignited, and she scooped the unwilling pegasus between her crossed forelegs as she sat up into a great bear hug. “Oh by all means though, struggle as you like. There’s a reason I want you alive for this.”
“You’re sick!” Rainbow shouted, kicking out in all directions to escape. “You’re a twisted evil hag!”
“Oh, be careful what you say, little one,” Chrysalis said, head leaning in to lap at her face, “soon you’ll be part of this ‘twisted, evil hag.’ ”
“N-never!” she cried, front hooves pressing against the legs holding her tight.
“Mmm-mmm,” Chrysalis hummed, shaking her head. “Not never, dear. Now .”
Rainbow froze as Chrysalis sighed, jaws opening to lower onto her head. The lips passed over her colorful scalp, the tongue tasting her as it sucked on her skull like a great fuzzy sucker.
“Ah-uh!” she uttered, eyes wide as the changeling queen moaned into her head. She went slack at the sensation, a deer in the headlights, until the great black lips began descending over her eyes.
The encroaching darkness gave new life to her survival instincts, and her free forelegs flailed against the queen’s hard black head. Her hind legs kicked out uselessly on the stone floor, until she realized the best she could do was push herself faster into the monster’s gullet, and went immediately slack.
“Let me go! I’ll kill you from inside if I have to!” she shouted defiantly, fear creeping into her voice, much like the great serpentine tongue creeping slowly into her mouth.
“Wh-wha— ah! Nnng…” she slowly groaned, as the tongue explored her mouth, her eyes covered by the dank darkness.
Rainbow’s senses eventually returned to her, and she tried sinking her teeth into the fleshy intruder.
Chrysalis groaned, tongue retracting as she released Rainbow’s slick, sweaty head for a moment, giggling. “Oh, I like that,” she told her. “My broodmates are too gentle with me, so protective and careful. Never rough. I’ll reward you for that.”
Rainbow sat dumbstruck, as the mouth moved in once more. “Y-you… you freak—”
Chrysalis returned to engulf Rainbow’s head, lips slipping under her chin to suck on the pegasi’s neck. All the while, her forelegs continue to press against the head lowering over her. All the while, Rainbow’s muffled protests sounded within, growing louder as the lips began sucking in her shoulders. One, then the other, and slowly encompassing the wriggling forelegs.
Chrysalis paused, her mouth full as Rainbow’s head sat at the back of her throat, pinned forelimbs left to scrabble uselessly against the process. The queen adjusted her grip, slipping her forelegs to sit beneath Rainbow’s rump, and drawing her higher. Her prey still wriggling in her grip, she took a deep breath through her nostrils, and took a great, rolling swallow.
A slight bulge appeared in the pit of the queen’s throat, which increased the pitch and volume of its complaints as Rainbow’s forelegs were finally pinned and useless to her. Legs waggled in the air, seeking purchase, and Rainbow’s prized wings did their best to resume the work of her forelegs in pulling herself out.
Eventually, however, her wings literally folded to the will of their devourer. They, and the tips of her forelegs vanished from sight as Rainbow was slowly swallowed up.
From here, Chrysalis increased pace, a few steady swallows working Rainbow’s midsection down, until she reached her toned hips.
From here, as they watched abhorred, the queen’s long tongue emerged from beneath Rainbow’s belly and curved itself up and over her crotch.
The bulge in her throat gave a confused murmur, before angrily mumbling as Rainbow’s legs kicked out against the molestation.
The tongue pressed in on her sweaty, fight-slickened folds, tasting and probing as its owner slowly sucked her down. The protesting moans reaching a fever pitch, they all heard a shriek as the tongue wormed its way into her maiden passage.
None of it lasted, as Chrysalis used the tongue’s newfound grip in her marehood to help shovel Rainbow’s rump into her mouth. A rolling swallow forced the round bulge halfway down the long neck, and left only her hind legs and tail visible.
At this juncture, the mumbled voice in the queen’s throat became fitful and scared, as Chrysalis sought an end to it. Lifting Rainbow’s legs high, Chrysalis tilted back, swallowing steadily as the rest of her slipped easily into the predator’s waiting throat. The bulge shouted all the way down, finally to be deposited in the belly, where the noise paused a beat.
“Proud little fool,” Chrysalis cooed. “I told you how this would end. All your talk, all that fighting, just for the same fate as your friend. Was it even worth the effort?
“You were already mine, dear fool. Gulping you down was just a necessary formality. The moment Twilight interfered, she sealed your doom.”
Rainbow could be heard shouting inside, the belly rocking, small distended points bulging as she kicked and fought from within.
“Oh, but one last thing,” Chrysalis sighed. “As you opted out of receiving my drone’s elixir, this next part is going to take… well, quite a lot longer.”
The queen’s belly burbled, and before long it was attempting to shrink as it had before. And as before, its occupant screamed, anguish filling the air as Rainbow couldn’t help but shriek girlishly. The odd sob punctured the screams, the sounds of what must have been pleading emanating from within.
Unlike the others, the shrinking belly made little progress, instead flexing against its agonized occupant. Eventually however, the sound of distinct snaps punctuated the screams, which only increased in volume.
“Stop it!” Twilight shouted, not daring to cover her ears. “Just end it! Why won’t you just END it?!”
“Well, you see,” Chrysalis explained, rubbing her shrieking gut. “I implemented the elixir my drones pumped into your other friends, not only as a means of arousal and humiliation, but as a kindness.
“It acts as an accelerant to my digestive acids. Pumped full of it, the acid can do its job in seconds from within, where otherwise it has to slowly eat you away from the outside. Your poor fool of a friend traded humiliation for another sort of suffering. It was her decision.”
Twilight shut her eyes against the piteous sound, hoping and praying it would be over soon.
“Oh? What’s that?” Chrysalis said, pretending to extend her ear to listen to Rainbow Dash. “You want out? Well… all you had to do was ask .”
Twilight's eyes shot open, and she watched in shock and horror as Chrysalis held a hoof to her chest, as if to belch. Before her eyes, the lump in the stomach emptied, and slowly crawled its way back up the long neck.
Snapping her head forward, Chrysalis vomited onto the stone floor in front of her, a noxious, bubbling bloody soup. But in the middle of it, was what had become of Rainbow Dash, still screaming at full force. Only tangentially aware of her freedom, she slowly crawled forward, with whatever energy she could muster.
What they beheld made Twilight wish Rainbow Dash had stayed and passed on. Rainbow Dash’s flesh was steaming, a sizzling sound playing background to her ear-splitting wails. And flesh was nearly all there was, scarcely a patch of blue or any other color left on her, save for some stray follicles which now seemed to simply be laying on her.
Her skin was pink in the best places, but mostly it was an angry red, irritated. Open sores adorned her, smoking like craters. The worst of it was her various orifices. Her pelvic region was bleeding openly, flesh ragged. Part of her pubic bone was showing amidst sickly looking muscle. At this point, it would be impossible at a glance to tell if Rainbow Dash had been a mare or a stallion.
Her face was a ruin. By some miracle, she still possessed lips, but a hole had been burned into her cheek, and part of her skull was visible. Many places were pure muscle, still present enough to see the agony and fear in her face. Much of her nose was burned away, something akin to a hole left in its wake. Her ears were simply gone. She looked positively ghoulish.
A ruined hoof, the formerly solid keratin now limp and hanging off her leg, reach up and rubbed her eyes. Eyes that looked raw, the crimson color gone from them. “I c-can’t see!” she cried. “Where is everypony, I can’t see-hee-hee!” she sobbed.
Twilight hated herself for wishing to stay silent, but tried to move forward, before the changeling drone behind her pulled the chain on her neck. “We’re over here, Rainbow! Follow my voice!”
Piteously, Rainbow Dash crawled forward, assisted by only one foreleg. It occurred to Twilight that the stomach had tried kneading her, and that the snaps and crunches they heard were that of bones. It was if the stomach chewed her.
Of the obviously broken bones, the most obvious was her right foreleg, which she held gingerly while the other worked unimpeded. The second most obvious had been her back. Rainbow’s lower body stood limp, dead weight as she crawled over. She was paralyzed from the waist down.
Lastly, her wings. Frail things in the best of times, even given who owned them, not one feather survived the partial digestion, and the flesh was too soft to be much match for the acids. They hung off her by stray muscle and sinew, the bones themselves naked to the world.
This had happened to her in under two minutes, under the worst circumstances. Part of Twilight wondered what kind of horrible substance was capable of it.
But most of her was preoccupied with the pitiful wretch hobbling towards her, whimpering and crying the entire time, so slow as to mock her very nature. To mock her very name.
“Please,” Twilight asked, pulling against her bonds, “let me go to her!”
“Oh, in due time,” Chrysalis answered.
“Oh Celestia, no!” Rarity whimpered, unable to look at her any longer.
“He… help me!” Rainbow pled. “I can’t feel my legs! Plea-hese! I just want to go home! I just want to go home! ”
Rainbow Dash looked and sounded like she had burst into tears, and yet none came. Twilight suspected her tear ducts were gone as well. She had nearly reached Twilight’s hooves.
Chrysalis sighed. “Very well. How like a family pet. First you want out, and just as quickly you want to be let back...inside .”
Rainbow Dash spasmed in fear, scrambling the last foot to wrap her forelegs around Twilight’s. All while the cruel queen slowly made her way over.
Twilight knelt down, the noxious smell coming off Rainbow not enough to deny her comfort sorely needed. She gently embraced her, in tears.
“D-don’t let her take me Twilight! Don’t, I can’t go back in there! I can’t! I can’t!”
“I-I” Twilight stammered, desperate to make the promise… but knowing that if Chrysalis wanted otherwise, it would be impossible to keep.
“Oh,” Chrysalis uttered, “but you said you wanted to go home . And I will take you to your home, little one.”
“TWILIGHT, DON’T LET HER TAKE ME!!!” Rainbow screamed.
“I…”
“PLEEEEASE!!!”
“I- I don’t know how! ” Twilight shrieked.
“KILL ME!” Rainbow screamed.
Twilight’s insides froze. She couldn’t even process such a request. “Wh-what?!”
“KILL ME!!! ”
“If you insist,” the queen said, arriving at last, and stuffing the start of Rainbow’s lifeless hind legs in her mouth.
“NO! NOOOOO!!!” Rainbow moaned, all thoughts of dignity gone. She clung to Twilight’s leg with all her remaining might, and Twilight tried to do likewise.
“Hold on, I’ve got you!” she said, even now seeing Chrysalis working her way up towards Rainbow’s waist.
“PLEASE, KILL ME!!!” Rainbow repeated, screaming into Twilight’s face.
“I— I CAN’T! ” she cried, almost stunned at how selfish that sounded, but how impossible the proposed task was for her.
At that moment, the tug of war with the changeling queen ended. Rainbow’s “good” arm snapped with the effort, and she was dragged away from her. All the while Rainbow screamed, trying in vain to smash her own head against the cobblestone, trying to escape the hell that awaited her.
Chrysalis barely wasted any time. Already she had stuffed Rainbow Dash’s lower body into her throat, raising her off the ground and angling up.
A silent scream of terror left Rainbow as she was swallowed up a second time. Slowly her midsection slid out of view. Then her chest was gone. And at last, her blind eyes seeming to bore into all of theirs, her head and forelegs began sinking.
“Daddy... Mommy-eey…! ” she moaned, before Chrysalis’ jaws sealed her in once more.
One quiet swallow was all it took for the pony-sized lump to return to the prison of the queen’s belly, and the horrible sounds began anew.
It took a full five minutes for the sounds to cease. Another ten for Chrysalis’ form to return to normal, bones crunching the whole way.
Twilight was uncertain if the five minute mark was the point that Rainbow finally died. It could have been her vocal chords gave out, from screaming herself hoarse, or the acids wearing them away.
What she was certain of, was that she would give almost anything to have her poor poor friend back in her arms… and have done her the kindness of stamping her skull in.
