Fueling the Flames

The room is dark. That’s the first thought in your mind as you...not wake up, as you weren’t asleep, but more, come back to yourself. The last memory you have is of the hive, of the queen warning you that there’s to be an attack. Something about the ponies and their new queen. You’d been paying attention as best you could, but you’d also been trying to keep a look out.

Now you were here. The last thing you recall directly is heat, a lot of it. The room around you, however, seems to be cool, draped in darkness that is at once oppressive, and yet somehow also comforting. You try to shake the groggy feeling from your mind, only to feel bindings on your legs, holding your hooves against each other, firmly, but not painfully. Still, you struggle against the bindings, squirming and wriggling.

“Oh, awake now, are we?” said a voice in the darkness, and you freeze, trying to dip into the magic in your body to shift into a fighting form, or maybe something for escape. Only, the moment you try, your jagged, chitinous horn feels like it’s been smacked, hard, giving you a blinding headache for a moment, forcing you to blink away some of the ringing in your brain, before finally looking around.

“Trying to escape, or fight, or anything else really. It will do you little good, little bug,” said the voice again, a feminine voice, but one that dripped with heat. Like a lover trying to convince you to come into her bed. Then the heat become literal, as the darkened room is suddenly illuminated by a blinding light that causes you to jerk backwards as best you can away from it, while leaving you momentarily blind as well.

“There, that’s better, just lay back, and accept your fate,” came that voice, and then you heard steps. The sound of metal on a tile floor ringing over the room, backed by the sound of a crackling fire. It takes you several seconds to get your vision to work right, and when you do, your heart nearly stops, as you stare into a visage that is at once beautiful, and at the same time, the sort of thing that would give a grub nightmares.

It’s a pony, but not just any pony, it’s Celestia, the Daybreaker. Their lady and liege. The one who protected them, mostly by violence to the other lands. You’d heard stories of her, but never before had your eyes beheld her in all her glory. A snow white coat spoke of innocence and purity, as if she had never been touched by this base and bitter world, but the backing of her mane, a thing made of living fire, bespoke of the power she held within.

“Wh-umph!” you start to ask her a question, only for her magic to smack your jaw shut, sealing it so hard you nearly bit your own tongue, and making it hard for you to breath as it clenches your nostrils closed in its hot grip. You can actually feel the power of her now, as she uses her magic on you, like the hot, searing touch of nearly molten metal. This is a heat even the dragons had long learned to fear.

“Shu-shu-shush,” she says, and draws closer to you, leaning her head down, and letting your eyes see only her face, wreathed by fire.

“Words are not needed. No, only the sound of your muffled screams,” she said to you, and her fangs, not flat teeth like a pony, but pointed fangs like your own, shine almost blindingly in reflected light. She actually seems to enjoy the strain she’s causing your vision as she laughs while leaning back letting her gaze take in your whole body, even as you try to recover, even jerking a little against the bonds again.

“Yes, words don’t need to be had from food. Isn’t that what your queen says?” she asked, and then licked her lips, her saliva actually igniting against her skin, making little tiny flickers of flame on her face, before they’re snuffed out with hisses.

Then her jaws part, her face going wider than you thought it could. It actually looked wider than your head, and still it grew apart, almost like she were a serpent of some kind. You were now staring into her maw, her throat lit with some internal fire that flickered and shimmered against her flesh, making her look inviting in a way, if you didn’t know how hot that light really was.

You struggled more, even starting to inch yourself away from her, but you got barely a few scoots away, before her magic grabbed you, roughly jerking you around so you can see now that you’re in a very opulent adorned room, with a long table that you’d been lying on. You’re in a grand dining room, you realize, one that this monster must use regularly, given the melted suits of armor that dots the sides.

There’s a feeling of heat, one so hot this time that you can smell the smoke of it in your nostrils, as her magic grabs your hind legs, and then it gets worse, as they touch something that is at once soft and firm. Like the bedding of a great mattress, it gives around you, letting a liquid fire infest your body, filling those holes in your legs with pain, but still her magic holds your mouth tightly shut, making it impossible to do more than scream muffledly into the air.

The next sound you hear, over the crackling flames, is a gulp, and you feel the heat on your legs only increase, as the sensation of her tongue moves up your body, making your lungs literally burn as it moves up your hind flank, and into your barely. The long, thick member licks at your belly, and it leaves you trembling as it does so, the saliva it leaves behind making your chiton start to boil and bubble beneath the heat.

A chuckle rakes over her body, and the heat grows worse still, as you close your eyes tightly, trying to force back tears, but failing as the pain gets worse and still worse. Another gulp, and suddenly your hooves on your hind legs feel like they’re in a cauldron of hot lava. The pain is nearly enough to swoon you, but somehow, she forces you to remain awake, as her tongue now slithers its way up under your neck, tickling at your own throat, and leaving you with not even enough air to scream now.

There’s another swallow, and oddly, you feel like your legs don’t hurt anymore, at least your hind ones. Your forelegs are roughly jerked to your sides, held tightly against your chest by her magic, and then tighter still as her throat grabs them. Your hindlegs, however, almost feel cold, even as they pressed against the flesh on the sides of her stomach, trying to push out the walls to make more room.

Your eyes are forced open. By her magic. By your will. By just a desperate need of your own mind to see what’s going on. Regardless of the reason, you open your eyes to behold the room you’d been in, framed now by the jaws of the solar goddess. Fangs like daggers, a jaw parted wider than should have been possible, and drips of saliva that burn your cheek when they touch. This is all you see.

Then the jaws snap shut. The world is rendered not dark, but brighter than ever, as the teeth are brought together, and you feel her swallow you down, one last, powerful gulp dragging you into the depths of her body. The tight walls of her throat all around you, you hear the deep, powerful thuds of her heart, backup up by the roar of lungs that seem to whoosh with fires within them as well, as you’re dragged down, and down some more.

Finally, your head falls into her stomach, and you learn in it why you’d stopped feeling pain from those parts of you that entered it. She was a volcano inside. Gouts of flame blasted out from every burst bubble the glowing cauldron produced. Tongues of fire licked at whatever entered, and worse, the stuff was enough that anything that touched it was reduced to nothing but melted slag.

This included your own body, which had filled the chamber with black colored goop, now being churned by the walls into nothing but slurry. Worse, this process was not yet up to your head, which stayed there, atop the hot lava, wishing your could die. You couldn’t even shut your eyes at first, as the lids melted off, leaving you staring into the heat of this place, before mercifully, you were rendered blind by your eyes popping themselves.

Then it was darkness. Sounds at first reached your brain, but with a sloshing noise, you felt the hot liquids take you, and those too ended. Instead of dying, however, and being allowed a final release, you were trapped. Oddly, not within your old body, the slowly churning mess of which was being pumped into her intestine, but instead you were inside her belly still, feeling as if the walls were trying to suck you in.

Without warning, they did just that, and a hole like her throat seemed to drag you into it, drawing you deep into the flesh of her body. Here you heard something, momentarily, like the wailing voices of lost souls, before you were placed somewhere, and strangely, were given back the gift of sight once more. Now you stared outwards into the world, the same room that you’d seen before, but at a different angle.

“Another day, ~burp~, another meal,” said the voice of the Daybreaker from above you, rumbling and deep like she really was the goddess she claimed to be. Then the world moved, and you found yourself unable to stop it. Instead you were forced to watch as the dining room passed you by, and then you were out in a corridor, pony guards in their flashy armor around you, marching and looking to be eye height with you as they fall in step behind.

It was only when you passed a suit of armor that had been polished to a mirror shine that you understood. The image that passed through that sheen was not one of a changeling valiantly standing against the Daybreaker, but of the demon herself, striding with all the power she possessed, and you were looking out from her rear end, which sloshed about thanks to her distended belly, your viewpoint one of the sparkles on her cutiemark, twinkling as you screamed out, the other dots of light doing much the same.

An hour later, after beheading that Dragon Lord that dared challenge her, and leaving the sapphired scaled bitch as a puddle of goop on the floor, Daybreaker took a break, a potty break. Her meal had passed through her, the only usable part put in its place long ago, and she moved to dispose of the rest of it, retiring briefly to a toilet designed just for such a load as this one, and sitting on it.

The effort of expelling the former changeling’s body was quite easy. That was mostly because of the pleasant sensation she got, as more than one of her little twinkles tried to ride the load out of her body as it passed between her cheeks in several loud, plopping turds. The one to whom it had once belonged screamed loudest to her, his soul trying to regain its now useless body, and failing as they always did.

The bowl beneath her, filled with water, took each piece as she let it out, the liquid soon growing boiling as she added a bit of her own liquids to it, the stream of golden catching fire where it splashed against the blackened logs that looked like they’d been baked hard. She smiled at that image, for some reason, and let out a series of sighs as each log of excrement slid, one after the other out of her, finally ending with her looking like the trim, battle hardened queen she was.

Rising, she looked down at the pile of melted slag, the logs hissing as the fires went out from them, and left them as little more than a hot mess in a bowl of water. She turned, briefly, to let that twinkle on her flank stare at what had once been him, before she let out one last bit of gas from within her, a small bit of flames leaping out from between her cheeks and making the mound in the toilet look even worse as the bowl itself sparkled around it.

With a laugh, she left the room, pressing the flush with her magic, and letting the waste be drawn out of sight. And like that, she forgot about the changeling captive, while exiting her royal toilet, and making plans for her next conquest.