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.
The midnight sun burned in the sky, the aura around it one of blue, so that the light was cold, rather than hot. The world knew the peace it could beneath the SunBane’s power. The next ‘day’ would see the aura shift green, the power of life instilled in the world to grow crops, harvest food stuffs, and otherwise prepare, for any hour the Sky Sovereign's capricious mood could turn, and the red aura could blaze down, burning the land to naught by barren wastes, till she was appeased.
Within her palace atop the side of the great mountain, Daybreaker smiled at her people. She could feel their dreams, not quite in the way her sister could, but still, she could sense their moods in general. So many were loyal to her, because of fear or love she cared not anymore. Instead, her toothy grin, fangs glinting in the light of her ever present sun, said that this ruler’s desires were sated, for now.
Then she heard a knock at her chamber door, and she almost lost that happy thought. Her mane, a blazing corona around her head, flared brightly, the room reeling back as the air expanded, the walls visibly stretching. Who dared to interrupt her?! But then she felt the magic beyond the door, and her smile returned, a bit of viciousness in her eyes shining through as she opened the lock on the portal, and then let it slide apart from the wall.
In the hall beyond her chamber, a cohort of guards, fifty strong, were shoved shoulder to shoulder, their Lances of Light, shimmering poles of power, held aloft, waiting for some excuse to use them. Before the guards, right at the border of her private chambers stood two prisoners, the chains on their body glowing slightly as they reacted to the sight of her, trying to access their magic, but finding their power nullified.
“Enter, and face the Light,” she commanded, and then waited. The two prisoners, for their part, did not move at all, lest they give the tyrant what she desired, but their cooperation was not truly needed today. Instead they were shoved forward, the press of guards moving them against their wishes, until they fell over each other entering Daybreaker’s room, the door slamming shut behind them with an almost deathly thud.
“So, the Ousted Queen, and her failed General, mine at last,” said Daybreaker, enjoying the fear in the Queen’s eyes that stared at her, and that flash of hatred as well. She fed that fire into her own, letting the emotion wash over her in a way that the parasite before her never could have. It was intoxicating, in a way, and better yet, the one beside the Queen was just awash with rage, his teeth bared, despite being weighted down by his chains.
“Monster!” shouted the male changeling, and he flared his wings, breaking the binding spell on them with a surge of his own magic, and then leaping forward, the chains on his body sloughing off as he let his slim physique draw into itself. He must have been starving himself the whole way to the palace to achieve that, and yet, the power of his hate carried him several steps forward, a sudden sound of scraping metal showing he had hidden a blade, a small dagger, as well, somewhere on his person.
“I know I am, but so are you,” she said, contemptuously, and then kicked him. It was probably the most unexpected thing, and the feeling of his confusion rolling off him actually got a laugh out of the Sky Sovereign as she watched his tiny body fly over the room, slamming hard into a wall. Everybeing the world over knew her to be a sorceress of great and terrible power, a being who could move with the speed of a flash of lightning in the sky. So few remembered she carried the power of the Earth inside her as well, at least until she broke them by force of hoof alone.
“Aw, now look at that, you’ve gone and gotten yourself hurt,” she said in a mocking tone as she walked towards the crumpled body of the changeling. He didn’t allow her to approach without hefting his blade up, but anyone could see the wince as he did so, his legs were broken, his body unable to heal itself due to his malnourishment, and at the end of the day, she merely placed her hoof on his, and then lowered it down, his breathing coming in ragged, sharp gasps of pain as she touched him.
“Yes, I can see that must hurt a lot,” she said with a giggle, as she saw his leg simmer a bit at her touch. His skin was actually bubbling where she’d placed her hoof on it, his chiton unable to withstand even her smallest brush, and making her laugh all the harder, as the smell of his cooking body reached her nose, and she breathed it in, while trying to, with limited success, suppress her power.
“There, there, you don’t want to worry your mother like that, now do you?” she asked, turning to the Queen, who was shaking her head. Fear enclosed her heart, and strangely, despite who she’d been when Daybreaker had been born from hate, this Queen’s fear was not for herself, but for her children. Those whom she cared for, even if only as a means to an end, were still her charges, and the way this monster of daylight casual ended lives, she knew only horror of what the next moments might bring.
“See, she’s just beside herself? Perhaps we should find a soft spot for you, a place where you won’t be able to get hurt by this hard world again?” she spoke these words while licking at her lips, and her belly let out such a growl that Pharynx, the Changeling Captain of the Guard, knew fear, for perhaps the first time in his life. It was not his life he feared for, however, but the way she spoke said volumes of what she could do to him.
“Hmm, but, I already had a bit of a meal today. That dragon princess, you know how filling they are. Still, always nice to have a bit of blue in your diet,” she said the last with a laugh, like she’d made some joke, but even as she giggled at it, she began to rise back to her full height, and then turn herself around, her hooves clacking loudly against the floor of her chamber, even as the smell of sulfur filled the air.
“But, she worked her way through some time ago, and while I don’t think I could fit another meal down the front, I have some room in the back,” she said, and then bent her neck so she was looking him right in the eyes, her visage reflected in those purple orbs for a moment, before her aura grabbed him, burning at his ankles as she dragged him forward, and then with a push, shoved him inside her butt.
The action seemed simple, but to Pharynx it was torture. The heat of her aura was terrible, but her skin was like coals, and it burned at his hide, making him smell the roasted flesh of his own body as they touched the cheeks, which refused to part at first. This led to her working him into her rear, the spread of her anus rubbing him at every angle, only dragging out the horrible pains as he was dragged into her body.
Chrysalis, through her link, felt the pain he did, and she tried to send him strength, but her army had not known torture like this, even when being burned by the Lances of the Grand Army of Light, Daybreaker’s forces. Those had, at least, been quick, with each body dying instantly as they were touched by the bars of annihilation. This? This was prolonged, and she watched on in horror as his chitton actually melted, exposing the muscles beneath, as he was dragging in farther.
The forehooves of the changeling began to try and grab something, anything that might stop his entrance to her body, but he found no purchase on the melted floor, just the reflection of his own face, distorted by the warped nature of those tiles. He refused to believe he saw tears on his face, even as the bottom of her body drew him inside her, their rear cheeks touching for a moment, before her’s parted enough, and he was dragged inwards.
Now he was in the air, as she stood up to her full height, with him hanging half out of her body. The work of breathing was made difficult in many ways, from the smoke as his frills burned like hair, to the pressure of her body pushing against his chest, but the worst was the feeling of his lungs, drawing in each breath, only to have the air expand within from the heat, forcing him to let it out again, his tongue burning from the hot air as it passed his lips.
Then she cackled, like a mad mare, and her body tensed, as she worked some great magic, and Pharynx’s eyes fell on his Queen. In that moment, he wished he could tell her he was sorry he had failed to protect, her, the hive, the world, or even himself from this monster. He said nothing, however, save a single wheezed out scream, as he was slurped between her cheeks, his view of the world filling with blinding lights as those fleshy pillows closed.
He was surprised when he realized he was being drawn in without feeling cramped, as his body should be filling her colon, or spleen, or something, but instead he felt nothing at all. It became obvious why only when he was within her, and the walls seemed to seep out liquid light, the burning juice melting him to nothing as it touched him. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the shine, only to feel his eyelids melt away, and be forced to stare at it as his head was coated in the stuff, and was reduced to slag.
Oddly, his vision of her body did not end. No great darkness took him. No flight to that great Hive in the Sky allowed him succor. Instead, he was forced to stay trapped within her, the light of her body filling him, and seemingly passing into him, like it was feeding off his life. Worse, he was now unable to escape the heat, and could hear sounds, like cries for help, muffled by the flesh around him.
“Yes, quite the shame. He didn’t last nearly as long as the dragoness. Still, I think he adds quite the shape to my flank, don’t you?” asked Daybreaker, strutting over to Chrysalis, her hips apart to allow her expanded rear to swing about freely. She also began to open a line of thoughts, a bit of a link, to the Changeling Queen, and her now very much former Captain, letting them both experience the others torment as she sat down next to her.
“But, he’s already used up, and I’ll have to let him go in a moment. I’m sure you understand. Your best, simply isn’t good enough for me,” she told the Queen in a mocking tone, shaking her rump, and then casting a spell. Instantly, a toilet seemed to grow out of the floor, right in front of Chrysalis’ head, and then it grew around her head, trapping the panicking changeling’s face in the middle of the bowl as the edges of it worked its way upwards in her vision.
“Still, what should I do with him? I could let him go, perhaps? Sadly, that’s going to leave him as just a pile of poop, unable to move or say anything, as he’s flushed away to a far worse fate than this,” she said this, the voice echoing oddly around the Queen’s head stuck in the bowl, while her view above was darkened by Daybreaker’s rear, which slid atop the toilet, her cheeks parting to let out a massive burst of hot gas that made the Changeling’s eyes dry out.
“That seems like such a waste...oh I made a funny, ha ha, ha. Yes, well, I could hold him, within me, for all time. I think you know that some would prefer the first over that, however. They seem not to like to staring into the light all the time,” she smiled at the last, enjoying the sounds within her for a moment, before wriggling her bum, and starting to grunt a bit at the load inside her, letting the former changeling’s body mix with other waste.
“Ooh, there’s an idea! I could give him back to you, make him part of this? How does that sound?” she said, slapping her hoof against the toilet, and then hearing only whimpering in response as she let out another fart. She laughed again, a terrible sound now as she let it lead into another groan of effort. She pushed, both with magic and muscle, soon feeling pressures within her from both start to release.
Within the bowl, the Changeling Queen sensed a presence, and looked up to find a reflection in the surface, one that had no real world maker. No, this was the soul of one lost to her, her captain, trapped now within this place, and forced to watch as his remains began to power down from above, logs of waste pushed out with force from the rear end of Daybreaker, and then spilling onto his Queen’s head.
He couldn’t turn away, as she was covered by those brown logs, her eyes weeping openly now, from humiliation, painful burns, or despair, even she could not have said, the streams of tears soon joined by boiling hot, golden liquid as it spilled out to join the other wastes, the smell of the bowl filling with the scent of her burning chitton, and leaving her nearly swooned in pain and horror as it passed all around her,
Then, with a final release, it was over, and Daybreaker rose, stamping her hoof, and smirking as the toilet, along with the soul in it, were carried into the floor, to await her next need of them. Meanwhile, Chrysalis felt the cleansing power of heat, as the surface layer of her face was literally burned away, leaving her clean, if burned, visage to stare up into Daybreaker’s eyes.
“Yes, that’s the way, that’s the face I wanted you to make. You don’t fear me anymore, do you? You are broken, and battered. You aren’t even thinking of escape, not now. You’ve seen what I can control, what horrors I can inflict, and you know your place is beneath me, don’t you?” she said, and then giggled like a school filly when the Queen nodded feebly up at her, clapping her forehooves together, before waving her hand.
“Now, why don’t you await my pleasure. Perhaps, one day, I will let you join your people in my service,” she spoke, her flank sparkles glittering as she acknowledged the changelings that were within them. She then licked Chrysalis’’ face, her tongue running over her still sore flesh, and leaving a small patch blackened to ash as it past, and filling her mouth with the taste of a royal treat she meant to have someday. In the future.