Feast of Victory

by Ink Ribbon - Vraddock

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Tragedy, Queen Chrysalis, Discord, Princess Celestia, Alternate Universe, Princess Luna, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 4812

Canterlot is in ruins. Changelings swarm the skeleton of the city, hunting down stragglers, and even more are webbing up the grand palace. And inside, things are about to get even worse for the Princesses. (Candy TF, Rape, Vore)

Canterlot is in ruins. Changelings swarm the skeleton of the city, hunting down stragglers, and even more are webbing up the grand palace. And inside, things are about to get even worse for the Princesses.

(Candy TF, Rape, Vore, More to come)

Long-overdue commission for Gorat! Sorry this took so long again, man, dunno what I was doing.

Published 2017-02-06 00:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-06 00:10:01 UTC

You are what you eat

“This is… what, I don’t know, the second time I’ve seen the inside of this palace?”

“Mmph!”

“I know, it really is some very excellent architecture. It would have to be to stand for so long. It’s a shame it looks so drab, it really needed some… sprucing up.” Chrysalis chuckled to herself, watching as a team of drones buzzed across the ceiling, excreting hoof-fulls of green translucent goop and slathering it over the supports, reinforcing the brick and mortar that the castle had been built out of and repaired with over the millennia with a distinctly changeling touch. It wasn’t a proper banner, as was pony tradition in a captured stronghold, but the long strands of webbing got the message across all the same; the Changeling Swarm owned this building now.

“You ask me, it needs more floating bits. Can’t go wrong with some chunks of really delicate architecture just blatantly defying that boring old law of gravity. And a fresh coat of paint.” Discord was relaxing on the back of a chandelier that had suddenly become animated, and was trotting around the room like a horse, snorting at the pitiful lanterns attached to the walls.

Chrysalis huffed. “Floating bits are harder to build nests on. You just can’t do it if your larvae might float away when you’re not looking.” She looked outside the window, at the city previously known as Canterlot. Some buildings were burning, others with strategic importance were being coated in more changeling goop, and some city blocks seemed to have been torn wholesale out of the ground, frozen as the buildings had twisted and risen through the air. “I’ll instruct them to keep an eye out for paint, however. Any preferred colours?”

“Mmmp-mmmph!”

“Ooh, anything will do. Just everything bright and colourful that I can splash across the walls like Jackson Pollock jizzed everywhere in here.” His eyes lit up, and he smiled at the two alicorns wrapped in goo, glued to the floor where they’d been frozen with a snap of Discord’s gryphon claw. “Say! I bet Celestia knows where there’s some good paint in her own city!”

With another snap of his claw, the goop that had filled Celestia’s mouth ejected itself and turned into a jellyfish, which pulsated away and started exploring the palace, unhindered by the lack of water. Stretching her jaw, Celestia glared at Discord, before spitting out a question, voice laced with contempt. “Why, Discord? Why? We made peace, why did you turn on us like this? Why would you help this… this parasite?”

He shrugged. “I’m an omniscient being, and I can flip through an infinite variety of parallel universe like you flip through a phonebook. Some interesting stuff happens in this one because I interfere, and when it’s over I’ll just flick to a different one. Limiting myself to a single dimension is so boring, you wouldn’t believe it!”

If anything, Celestia seemed even more aghast than before. “You’d… you’re ruining an entire dimension because it’s interesting?”

“Jeez, keep up, Celly. God of Chaos, remember? Doesn’t take much for me to get bored. Besides, I like the Fluttershy these events create, I’m gonna keep her around future romps like these. She gets wonderfully creative once you show her how infinite the multiverse really is and how little consequence her actions actually have. For one thing, she gets really cock-hungry and devoted to me, like one of her… cute… little pets. It’s adorable, and that’s before we get into the really kinky murder-ey side of things.”

Celestia simply continued to glare at him for a few more moments, before spitting out one last question. “If you’re omniscient, why don’t you know where some paint is?”

Discord snapped his claws again. “Whoops hey look at the time it’s time for Celestia to shush.” A ballgag with the ball replaced with a squeaky rubber duck appeared, filling her mouth again and keeping her from speaking. At least it was better than goop this time. “So, Chryssy, what’s the plan for these two? I know what you’re gonna pick, but have you considered living eggsacs, or public humiliation by locking their sexy butts in some stocks for everypony and changeling to use here in the throne room?”

Chrysalis chuckled darkly, turning away from the conquered city outside the window to face him. “Tempting, but no. I hunger, as do my children. And while they are able to feed off mere emotions, I require something with more… spirit. Say... your magic.” Her cracked and twisted horn lit with a sickly green corona of Changeling magic, which shot out, grabbing onto Celestia and Luna’s long, graceful Alicorn horns. The strands of magic then started to pull, seeming to suck their very magic and strength out of the two sisters, pulling it instead to Chrysalis, who growled and chittered happily as new strength flooded her soul. “Ahhhh… I nearly forgot how that felt. Alicorn magic is like no other, it’s a shame it’ll soon be forever eradicated from this land. I wonder if I could preserve the sensation, breed some of my own with the captured crystal adulteress.”

Luna had been fighting the goop in her own mouth ever since Chrysalis had spat it inside, and she finally managed to work it free, swallowing the semi-solid chunk of changeling construction material with a disgusted swallow. “This shalt not stand, foul insect! The Elements of Harmony shalt return, and smite thou once more. We shall be free, and your pestilent swarms will be naught but cockroaches before my sister’s cleansing flames-”

She was interrupted by both Chrysalis and Discord’s snickering. “Silence! What causes ye to laugh so? What doth thou know that we know not?”

Chrysalis didn’t even dignify her with a direct response, rolling her eyes as she turned and glared at a changeling skittering past.. “Drone! Bring me the sack, I have a gift for our newly-deposed prisoners.”

As the Changeling nodded, dragging the sack over, and causing whatever was inside to bounce and roll across the floor inside it, Luna growled again. “We wouldst accept no gift from the likes of you! ‘Twould be naught but trickery and your own sadistic pleasure in object form!”

Discord snickered again. “Yeah, you’re kinda right about that. See, we already intercepted their little heroic party of Elements. Well, minus Fluttershy, of course. Can you believe they actually tried to replace her with that fat blue baker mare? The sequence of events necessary for that to work are even crazier than this one.”

“They put up a pitiful fight.” Agreed Chrysalis, reaching into the sack. “Tell me, can you identify this one? We’re trying to make sure we’ve captured them all.”

Out of the sack, she pulled a pink decapitated head, holding it by the mane. Both Luna and Celestia instantly recognized it as Pinkie Pie’s, neatly removed at the neck, with crossed eyes, blood dripping from the severed stump and a nosebleed, and her mouth gaping wide open, like she was frozen in shock.

Both the Princesses instantly recoiled, trying to pull away from the dead mare, and Chrysalis only smirked. “What, no love for her? She fought valiantly, if that helps. Well, as much as a pony could with a confetti cannon.” With a shrug, the Changeling Queen carelessly tossed the head, still trailing drips of blood, in between Luna and Celestia, who fought even harder and more futilely against their goopy bonds. “Now, what to do with you… Without your magic, you’re even less of a threat than your usual pitiful selves...”

Hopping off his animated chandelier and slithering through the air to land next to Celestia, Discord roughly put his lion’s paw under her chin, moving her head around like a buyer inspecting some livestock. “Hmm... Well, they’ve both got a lot of meat on their bones. I think they’ve been eating a bit too many pastries. ‘Let them eat cake’ isn’t meant to be a dietary plan, my dear Celestia.”

Chrysalis licked her lips with a forked tongue. “Hmmm… Yes… It has been a long time indeed since we could feast on ponies in more than the spiritual sense…”

Discord flipped his head behind him to look at her, upside-down as he did and somehow grinning right-side-up. “I can handle this for ya! Got some fun ideas in mind. I promise I’ll bring them back all delicious and… well probably not in one piece. Likely in a bunch of large pieces, so they’re easier to chew on. But they’ll still be aware enough for you to enjoy taking the life from properly.”

Eyes narrowing, Chrysalis still nodded. “Whatever will keep your loyalty until you lose interest, I suppose. And the only two I truly care about are the adulteress and that damnable Sparkle. They are mine.”

“Agreed! I’ll be back in a bit, with a new and improved and delicious royal pair of pony plots.” Chrysalis looked like she was going to protest, until Discord pulled out an old reel-to-reel movie camera. “Don’t worry, I’ll film it all so you can clop to it later. I’m nice like that, and you’ll wanna see this when it’s done.”

Reaching into the cocoon of goop, he grabbed Celestia and Luna’s tails, then yanked them upwards, freeing them both from the goop like it was nothing but vapor. Then his claw snapped, and all three of them blinked out of existence.

* * *

Celestia had never before felt her eyes hurt and her brain fog by looking at something before. She’d been confused, certainly, and many a time her magically-enhanced eyes had allowed her to stare directly into her own sun, a move that would burn out anypony else’s retinas. This was… different, somehow.

She recognized the pattern of the floor under her hooves from her palace, but it was as if Discord had formed a bubble around them and taken part of the floor with for them to stand on. Luna was nowhere to be seen, perhaps in a pocket of her own, and all around her, the sky seemed to roil and twist, contorting and warping. She didn’t know if it was a foot away or a mile, all points of reference kept shifting away from her eyes. It was as if she was surrounded on all sides by one of those magic eye pictures, except this one was actively trying to invade her skull.

Closing her eyes and shaking her head, she turned towards the pocket dimension’s other occupant, removing the rubber ducky ballgag by hoof and tossing it away into the void. “I wonder what your endgame is, Discord.”

She knew he was intentionally wasting time setting up the camera. If he wanted to, he’d just snap his fingers and it’d start, or he could pull any movie director in any reality in here, to film while he had his fun. Odd, that he actually seemed to be trying to get her slightly comfortable with this distinctly uncomfortable situation. As he fiddled, he chuckled again. “Nah, nah. See, you’re still thinking about this wrong. You’re looking for sense. I have no endgame, no startgame, no whatever. I see something interesting in any dimension, I go there, I experience it. Sexual stuff especially, I’m always up for that.”

“But you are trying to make me comfortable. I’m not stupid, Discord.”

‘Eh. Mostly I’d like you to play nice, maybe we can both have some fun together, you know? So much nicer when we’re both into it.”

“Fat chance.” Growled the depowered Alicorn, and she suddenly changed direction, lunging at Discord and trying to gore him with her horn.She was only inches away when he snapped his clawed fingers, and she was frozen. With an exasperated sigh, he flicked the camera on and grabbed her legs, placing her back where she started, then snapping his fingers again.

Celestia was instantly trying to move and trying again to gore him, but her hooves stayed put solidly, and all that moved was her neck, twisting around to glare at him as he walked behind her. Glancing down, she quickly began to see why, and began to get very very worried. Her legs felt off, like they were in sticky sheathes, socks made of taffy,. She could feel them, she could feel her fur, but they simply felt… different. On the outside, her fur was staying the same colour, but laying itself flat, adhering to her flesh as it flattened out, disappearing into a much glossier surface.

“What… What is this? What are you doing?”

Then she hissed in shock and displeasure as he unashamedly started running his paw and claw along her shapely rear, leaning on it and enjoying the sensation of the skin flexing under his touch. “Well, this excellent rear of yours was clearly gained from all those sweets, wasn’t it? I figured I’d just get you a little bit closer to your passion.” He leaned in close as the waves of candy started spreading up past her knees. “Besides, haven’t you ever heard the phrase, “You are what you eat?”

With a shit-eating grin, he gave one of her rump cheeks a loud, rippling smack with his claw, leaving a tiny line of four little pinpricks of blood where the ends of his claws had just barely pierced her skin, and then the transforming wave rolled over them. Fur and flesh continued to turn to what looked like some kind of white taffy, while the blood and the tiny pinpricks turned shiny and thicker. Celestia could only watch in horror, head turned back and facing Discord, who was examining her butt, as the wave of candy began spreading up her barrel and neck.

“Any last words before your vocal cords turn sugary?” Discord asked, smacking her ass again and getting a much more gelatinous jiggle out of it this time.

Celestia glared at him again, before simply stating, “I hate you, Discord. I always have, and I always will.” A moment later, her neck had stiffened, and her head began turning to candy too, lips and nose brightening as they became gum, eyes turning cloudy with sugar, and her horn became a pointed candy cane, mounted on top. Finally, her mane stiffened, floating down and frizzing up as it became a lion’s mane of pure pink cotton-ey candyfloss.

“Eh, I know. It’s because I’m predictably unpredictable. And yes, I’m going to keep talking to you even though you can’t respond, because I know you hate it Celly.” He booped her nose, then gave it a big lick, smearing the surface with his saliva. “Hope you have fun in there, unable to move as I have some fun of my own!”

As Discord’s saliva soaked the end of her muzzle, Celestia was screaming like a banshee internally. She hated not being able to move, not even twitch, let alone not even being able to fight back as his saliva started dissolving the outermost layer of white pliable sugar on the end of her nose. She couldn’t even move her eyes away from the sight, they’d frozen in place, blinded by sugar and yet not blind, allowing, no, forcing her to watch every excruciating second as the drips of Discord’s saliva, carrying a small sugary part of her, dripped down, over her mouth, frozen in it’s shocked expression. Then it slid off and dripped off her chin onto the stone tiles below, a part of her very being, however infinitesimally small, having just been melted off. And this was only the beginning.

Discord ducked back to her large behind, running his lion’s paw down her back as he did, sliding it across her candified muscles and curves, running it up her dock and through her candyfloss tail. It caught in a tangle, and he pulled it out like it was nothing, paw knotted with her sugar-fied tail, and he just started slurping it off. As he did, he admired, Celestia would go so far as to say he leered, at her rump like…
Well… like she was a piece of candy.

Her rump was just pliable enough to still give a good jiggle when he brought his claw down on it for another slap, this time with the claws pointing away to avoid poking more holes in her. When he’d sucked all the candyfloss off his paw, he used both hands to grip her asscheeks, squeezing them and pushing them together, admiring how they squished and moved and shifted, fat and muscle turned to soft, delicious taffy.

Her hips were like two planets, pressed together and turned the most pure white imaginable. Their surfaces were perfectly smooth, and even before they’d been turned to candy, the fur had laid low, as if even it was afraid of marring the perfectly flat surface of her own rump. And if her buttcheeks were planets, than her twin suns were continents, symmetrical and perfectly circular, standing in stark contrast to her fur, land in the oceans of her butt. Even the punctures Discord had made, four little whirlpools in the oceans of those planets, were dwarfed. They were nothing but pinpricks, and yet, they stood out as the only blemishes on that utterly perfect rump, even as they slowly leaked drops of strawberry filling.

In between the two cheeks was, surprisingly, a shift in texture; where the fur had turned into a vaguely gelatinous taffy-like substance, Celestia’s crotch, all the way from her rubbery, wonderfully stretchy ponut to her dripping pony pussy, leaking literal drops of honey, were made of a gummy gelatin material. Discord was instantly reminded of gummy bears, but a dark shade of grey, almost black, and faintly transparent. Not enough to really see anything, but the most shallow folds of her vagina were faintly visible.

Discord quickly found he couldn’t keep his hands off her, sliding them across those suns, around the curve to her legs, where a thousand years of eating cake and ruling from a castle had left a sizable fold between her butt and her leg, sliding his paws and claws through the crevasse as he slid down. As he worked his way down her legs with his hands, his head slid down as well, bringing him level with her ponut. Greedily, his tongue slithered out, twirling a circle around the outer rim of her ponut, slickening the surface, before pushing past the centre, shoving past it and opening up Celestia’s candied asshole.

“Ooooh, chocolate inside, scandalous…” If Celestia could’ve screamed again, she would have, feeling his tongue worm through her gummy-worm guts, cleaning them of what had apparently turned to chocolate inside.

His hands never stopped, always working their way down until he hit her knees, then they split up. His claw grasped at one of her teats, squeezing it, playing with it, stroking it, and milking it, feeling the splatter of the milk against the tile below them. His lion paw, however, chose her puffy pussy. As puffy as it was, engorged with candied mare arousal thanks to Discord’s magic, her actual vagina was still a tight slit, supposedly kept shut for a thousand years or more. His finger slid it’s way around the exterior, scooping up her honey, before poking it inside, slickening her up with a mockery of her own natural mare juices. He first started with one finger, than his thumb, pushing it inside and pressing his fingers against the outside, squeezing the squishy gummy flesh in his hand playfully. Then he pulled it back out, leaving her candied vag open. If Celestia could move, she’d be shivering as the cold air of the pocket dimension wormed it’s way inside her gummy walls.

After another moment, he yanked his tongue back out of Celestia’s candy intestines with a single slurp, and either the force of that made her rock briefly from side to side, or Celestia had just a hint of control, enough to recoil out of revulsion from what just happened to her insides. Moving down again to her slick candy pony pussy, he slid his tongue inside again, scooping the honey up and slurping it down, and following the path his finger had made inside her, further, and further, until he pulled his tongue back and started pushing his actual thin muzzle inside.
“Mmmmmm… I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, Celly, but your womb tastes delicious.” His eyes flicked upwards to her emotionless face as he spoke, voice muffled but unhindered by the fact that he couldn’t actually move his jaw. “See, didn’t think so. No, I know it’s the strangest pickup line you’ve ever heard.”

Trapped inside her own head, Celestia silently began plotting how best to kill herself. It was a very short list, even if she started counting the painful options. She couldn’t use her own magic to crush her own head, break her own neck, or disintegrate her brain, because she couldn’t access her magic. If she could move, she might be able to stab herself in the heart with her horn. Or even better, she could throw herself over the side of the platform, losing herself forever in the hellish space between dimensions. But Discord would probably just pluck her back out of it.

While Celestia plotted, Discord slowly moved his paw up and down his own dick. Almost disappointingly, his cock was the most normal part about him; modeled after a plain old grey stallion dick. Either Discord was used to how his dick looked, gotten bored when he was shapeshifting once, or had decided that a stallion’s cock was simply the most pleasurable for all parties, nobody knew, except Discord himself. Whatever the case, he was undeniably stroking it, slowly jerking off as he explored Celestia’s most innermost places.

After a few more swirls of his tongue around her gumdrop ovaries, Discord pulled his head out of her pussy with a sticky ‘slurp’, then licked his lips of all of the honey he’d gotten on himself with a circular swipe of his tongue. “Mmm! Man, you are delicious, Celly. And that’s just the mare honey, I wanna try a little of that cherry filling you’re wastefully leaking!”

Without any warning, not that she could do anything about it, Discord ducked his head down to her other, unmarred, asscheek and his mouth snapped open. Inside her head, Celestia screeched again in terror, but the draconequus’ jaws came down with a surprising lack of ripping and tearing, simply puncturing her white marbled taffy flesh in a bite mark. More cherry filling dribbled out, and he caught it on his tongue, starting to stroke his cock faster as he did, running his tongue over the wounds. “Wooohoho, Celly… Cherry’s always a sharp sweetness, but yours!” He clicked his tongue like a Prench chef. “Magnifico!”

His hands grabbed her buttcheeks again as he stood up, head extending all the way to in front of Celestia’s, taking in her shocked visage and open mouth. “Now, you’re delicious, Celly, extremely so! But I think for our mutual non-friend Chrysalis, you know, I should add a little bit of my own…” Without any warning, he lined his cock up with Celestia’s gaping, puffy cunt, leaking fresh honey, and slid it inside in a single motion, slapping his hips against Celestia’s own taffy thighs. “...Special frosting.”

He started slow, like a lover, while he watched Celestia’s emotionless sugar eyes, listening to her scream his name, in hatred, in pleasure, in her own mind. When she seemed to tire herself out, he started kissing the taffy pony princess, draconequus lips mashing with candied, and pushing his tongue inside her frozen mouth. He quickly found her tongue direct in the centre, made of licorice, and smirked. “What, Celly, you’re not gonna return the kiss? You don’t do tongue? Well, I’ll do it for you.” Wrapping his own around hers, he gave it a good yank, and Celestia’s tongue was yanked free. In Discord’s mouth, it quickly became just another gooey indistinguishable lump of licorice, but to Celestia, she felt her tongue suddenly get… disconnected. There was no other word for it, no pain, she… simply didn’t have a tongue any more.

“Aww, you look sad, Celly! Here, have it back.” Quick as a flash, Discord popped the half-chewed candy lump out of his mouth and shoved it back into Celestia’s, forcing the gooey candy down her gummy-worm throat all the way to her stomach, and leaving it there. “Oooh, you’re all sour in your stomach, tasty! Guess you are really just an old sourpuss inside, hehe.”

As his thrusting began to speed up, he looked at her again. “Hmmm… What else to sample before I hand you back to Chryssi… Ooh, I know!” His head ducked under Celestia’s barrel, and he gave that an experimental lick too. “Oooh, marshmellow down here!” Then his head snaked over to Celestia’s crotchboobs, still leaking their sugary milk. A mid-size puddle had started to form underneath her, which Discord was all too eager to put a stop to. Opening his mouth and wrapping it around most of her plushy teat, he started to suck, pulling out squirts of the sugary milk down his throat. “Is that… fruit loops? Celly, my dear Celly, have you actually been eating sugary cereals? At least a pony could milk you and toss more cereal in.”

Then he smirked around her teat. “Although… they’ll need to act fast because-” he enveloped her crotchboob with his mouth, bumping his muzzle against her belly, and then bit down. If Celestia thought she would have been screaming earlier when he started feeling her up, when he started raping her, when he bit off her tongue, this had nothing on any of those. Her teats were sensitive, they always were, and in many ways the sudden absence of all that sensitivity was almost worse than the pain of feeling it bitten off would have been.

Discord swung back into view while she was distracted, his hips pumping faster, ever faster against her own. Her sticky, gummy cunt was starting to make more and more obscene squelching noises as honey squirted out around his cock. Then he opened his mouth in front of her, showing off her fully intact teat sitting on his tongue, bleeding cherry filling down his throat profusely. He spoke again without moving his lips, completing his statement, “the supply just got cut in half.”

The shock and anger on Celestia’s face never looked so appropriate as Discord brought his teeth down, chewing up Celestia’s pastry teat right in front of her, destroying yet another small part of her, and at the height of her anger and his arousal he came, groaning through a mouthful of chewed Celestia tit as he slammed his cock into her red gummy womb one more time, and his hot, musky draconequus cum flooded the pliable chamber, squirting inside and inflating the gumdrop ovaries in clear defiance of all reason and science. It was a tuesday, after all.

As the orgasm finished, Discord’s mouth lolled open, showing off the chunks of chewed crotchboob, soaked in cherry filling, staining his mouth and dripping down his lips. His eyes rolled back as he gave Celestia’s candy body one last shaky thrust, rattling the sugar statue on the stolen palace tiles.

Then he looked her in the eyes one last time, and swallowed, specifically to piss her off.

After that, he flopped to the tile floor beside her hooves, letting his hips drop as well, yanking with them a strand of his off-white cum. More dribbled out of her cunt lethargically, and if anyone was in a position to see it, they would have seen even more pooling inside, as she was gaping wide from the fucking. The gummy gelatin was pliable, and more prone to shift semi-permanently if held in position like that for long periods of time.

Discord snapped his fingers, and Celestia was back as she originally was—as a candy statue, of course. She was thoroughly unlicked all of a sudden, her half-melted features, which had happened so slowly she didn’t even realize it, were back in perfect condition. Her tongue had returned, not that she could use it. Even her tit was reattached, unchewed, and still leaking sugary milk. The only part that Discord didn’t revert was her crotch, in that he didn’t remove his hot, dripping load of cum. He did use the opportunity to re-tighten up her slit, which only started pushing more cum out, dribbling the stuff like Celestia was steadily dribbling milk.

Discord knew he had fallen outside the view of the camera, however, and didn’t bother standing back up. He simply held up his Gryphon claw in front of the lens, and snapped his fingers for it, then holding up two. “Garçon! Time for round two!”