Or "Queen Chrysalis makes a Vorno"
Queen Chrysalis, first of her name, highest of the Changelings, greatest of the shapeshifters, Hive-Mother of the Cimicidae Swarm, she who conquered Timbucktu and Canterlot… really did not want to be here.
She looked around the room again, as if hoping new details had grown out of the cheap carpet and cheaper paint on the walls since last she’d looked. It was a barely-decorated waiting room in the front of a warehouse in Las Pegasus, with a cheap table set up facing the cheap chairs. Uncomfortable chairs, which were too small for her royal thorax to even consider touching under normal circumstances.
I really need to figure out a better secondary source of income than these acting gigs… She thought to herself. It wasn’t like the Supervillain business was going poorly, it was just that it never paid well in the first place. And while her subjects didn’t need to eat anything but love, she did rather enjoy the finer things in life, like wine, and candies, and handsome stallions to fuck and swallow whole in the morning…
She didn’t even actually know what she was auditioning for. She just saw that there was an opening here for a “Tall, dark, confident mare with a strong stomach.” She assumed it was more grindhouse drek, or some College student’s lovey-dovey screenplay, or something else that was going to make her want to cough up her breakfast. If it was another gross-out TV show, she was gonna walk out right now-
Her desire to burn down the building and especially that ugly damned carpet was interrupted by a door opening at the end of the hall. An orange pony wearing a baseball cap trotted out, clipboard held with a wing as he skimmed down it, reading off a short list of names.
“Mistress Gurglegut?”
“H-here.” The pudgy dark green pony said in response. She was dressed to kill, with a corset and short skirt, but the effect was lost because she and the other pony waiting in the room had been cowering as far as they physically could from Chrysalis as soon as she sat down. They remained on the chairs, but only barely, and they probably would’ve bolted were Chrysalis not currently sitting between them and the front doors.
All of this went unnoticed by the orange pony with the clipboard, of course. He was lost to whatever he was reading. “Phi Nass?”
The other potential actress gulped and whimpered, which the stallion took for a response. “Stage fright, huh? And who else… Queen Chrysalis? Heh.”
Chrysalis couldn’t help but quirk her eyebrow at him, but the gesture was wasted. “Really? Between our names, that’s the one that makes you crack up?”
He shrugged, eyes never leaving the clipboard. “Don’t get many method actors that are that serious about it. I mean, you even have the voice down exactly-” he finally looked up, and for a moment, Chrysalis couldn’t decide whether his brain had stopped working or just his mouth. When he spoke again, the only thing that came out was a dull “...huh.”
“Something wrong?”
This finally seemed to shake him out of his thoughts. “Oh! Uh, no, nothing at all. Um.” he turned awkwardly to the other two ponies in the room. “You, uh, you can go now. We found our actress.”
They were gone before he even finished his sentence, leaving cartoonish clouds of dust behind as the door was left swinging back-and-forth. Chrysalis watched them go, raising her eyebrow again. “What, just like that? I don’t even know what role I’m auditioning for. I know I can shapeshift, but don’t you at least need to-?”
He coughed, then chuckled. “Ah, no, that’s not gonna be necessary. Perfect Fit, casting director, pleased to meetcha… Can I call you Miss Chrysalis?” He held out his hoof in the usual pony gesture of greeting, and Chrysalis hesitantly shook it.
“Mrs., technically, but he’s with another mare now. In the meantime, that works, or you may call your Queen, your Highness, whatever suits you.”
“Hot damn, you really are the genuine article…” He muttered to himself, tearing the top sheet off the clipboard and handing it to her. “Well, if you really don’t know the role, you’ll probably want to read the script while I go get Mr. Stew. I’ll be right back.”
“Hmmph.” Chrysalis let out a chuff of air as he trotted back down the hall, flicking open the script. “Well, let’s see what drek I’ve signed up for…”
She paused a moment later. “Hey, wait a minute...:”
* * *
A few minutes later, the door opened again, this time by the hoof of a fat brown stallion, who looked twice the age and three-fourths the height of Perfect Fit. He goggled at Chrysalis as he came down the hall, clapping a hoof on Fit’s back. “Kid, when you said you found the perfect actress, I didn’t know you meant perfect.”
“About that.” Chrysalis growled. “Can you please explain why this script is about me?”
“Simple! We’re huge fans of yours.” Mr. Stew replied.
It was Chrysalis’ turn to be speechless. Absentmindedly, she let down her emotional barrier, tasting the air, and indeed, she could feel love, or perhaps just strong lust, radiating off both stallions in front of her… “Fans?”
“Of course!” Stew laughed, motioning her to follow him down the hall. “Particularly certain features of your anatomy, your abilities, your personality- whoof! You’re a complete package, Queenie!”
“Don’t call me Queenie.” She growled, following them as they trotted back.
“Done and done. Anyway, yes! I’ve been doing adult films for nigh-on twenty years now, and lemme tell you, back when you hit Canterlot? You made a splash! That body, those piercing eyes, the way you handled the guards, the Princesses themselves! If you’d pulled it off, you would’ve had half of Las Pegasus behind you, just for the view!”
Chrysalis was still idly flicking through the script as they reached the door, and Perfect Fit opened it up for the both of them again while Stew continued. “And then there was that trick in Ponyville. I mean, you took over that town in a single night! We’ve all heard the stories, and that’s when it hit me, I could do something with these! It’s my biggest-budget flick yet, lemme tell you, and having the actual Queen Chrysalis reprising her role? They’re gonna fly off the shelves!”
As he spoke, they entered what looked like a minor office complex, with some ponies at desk chatting on phones or packing boxes filled with colourful DVDs. Everypony stopped and stared as they went past, but Stew and Fit didn’t slow down in the slightest. “Assuming I participate in your… porno.”
He spun around, grinning. “Not just porno, my dear Queen. Vorno!”
“Vorno.” Chrysalis repeated. “I have no idea what that means.”
Perfect Fit’s horn lit up and one of the DVDs flew over as an example while Mr. Stew explained. On the cover was a picture of a stallion up to his hips in a fat mare’s mouth, face alight with pleasure as the picture had been taken mid-cumshot. “Vore porn! My dear Chryssie, we are the number one producer of Vornography! We are on top of the market for premium videos and photosets of ponies getting gulped, prey becoming buttfood, chumps getting churned, equines getting eaten!”
Chrysalis could only blink dumbly. “Ponies are into that too?” A mare sitting at a desk next to them suddenly clapped her thighs together with an involuntary squeak.
Perfect Fit took it all in stride though, trotting forward again before stopping in what looked like a normal breakroom. “Very much so, yes. Good to hear you’re amenable! We’re just wrapping up some B-roll on the stage now, we’ll leave you and the Prey to talk, let you get to know your meal, while we go take care of that.”
Queen Chrysalis was still baffled, but took a seat, taking the DVD case as well to look it over. “Wait, get to know my meal-” he was already out the door by the time she looked up, but Perfect Fit stuck around, and she grabbed him with her magic. “You. Sit. You’re going to answer some questions.”
“Sure!” he nodded, grabbing bag of chips out of a basket on the counter. “What’d ya want to know?”
“Is this- are you for real? Ponies are into the idea of being eaten? Or watching others getting eaten?” Suddenly the reactions of a lot of the ponies that had woken while she was gulping them down suddenly made a lot more sense.
Perfect Fit shrugged. “I mean, it’s not exactly a mainstream kink, but yeah, there’s enough ponies out there that like it and will pay for that we can afford to keep the lights on. Heck, enough for us to have competition.” He paused. “You really didn’t know? How’d you hear about us? I mean, I would’ve thought the name was pretty obvious. Grumbling Gut Studios?”
Chrysalis growled again. “I thought it was just a name, alright? And all I saw in the ad was ‘tall, dark, and a strong… stomach…”
“Well we can’t say outright, ‘need Queen Chrysalis lookalike for vore porn.’ Gotta be subtle about it or we can’t advertise at all.” He chuckled. “If you think that’s bad, you should see our ads for prey actors.”
Chrysalis stared at him for a moment. “Fine. So I’m really signing up to eat a pony? And they’re into it? And it’s going to be filmed?”
“Yup!” Fit nodded, tossing another chip into his own maw. “Got any acting exper- okay actually that’s a stupid question. Got any on-camera acting experience, scriptwork?”
Queen Chrysalis shrugged, flicking through the script again. “A few roles, all in disguise. Costume designers love me, means they can ask for silly shit without worrying about budget.”
“I bet, heh- oh! There’s today’s lunch platter, heh.”
A light purple unicorn mare had trotted in, and bopped him on the shoulder. She looked oddly familiar to Chrysalis for some reason, but she didn’t know why. “Oh, stop it, Perf. And Thick Stew said we had a surprise actor-” She cut herself off as she finally noticed Queen Chrysalis sitting across from the orange stallion, reading the script.
There was an odd silence for a few seconds, punctuated by a faint trickling noise. After a moment, Chrysalis set the script down, looking at them. “Your sink leaks- Can I help you?”
Either the mare had no concept of personal space, or this was one of the “fans” Stew had told her about. She was leaning on the table, butt sticking in front of a blushing Perfect Fit, and staring at Chrysalis with something in her eyes, though she couldn’t see quite what. If she had to guess, it was like hunger, but inverted. If a grilled cheese sandwich has a face, it would look like the mare’s face right then. The smell hit shortly afterward.
“Oh, Overmind, that’s strong… Perfect, your actor has sprung a leak.”
“Sorry! Sorry!” She mewled excitedly, jumping back. “I just- when I signed up for this, I didn’t think, I mean, I thought it was gonna be some mare in body paint or fur dye, I didn’t think- holy crap!”
“Yeah, well, I’m shocked too.” Chrysalis growled again, reading through the script once more. Suddenly, a name on the page caught her eye, and she realized where she’d seen the mare before. “Wait…”
She dropped the script on the table, giving the unicorn mare her full attention, examining her in detail for the first time since she entered the room. The purple fur looked natural, but had darker smudges throughout. Her mane was dyed, and poorly—the lines in it were barely that. Her cutie mark, no, Twilight Sparkle’s cutie mark, looked like it had been spray-painted on her flank, obscuring her own. “Why are you…?”
She just giggled, pointing at the stack of papers stapled together, sitting on the table. “Read the script, hehe!”
* * *
Queen Chrysalis felt a little silly. In control, but silly nonetheless. She wiggled her soft, royal rear on her paper-mache throne, built to look like it’d been made of structural wax. When she pointed out she could just have her throne brought here, or create another, they’d waved her off. They’d said that about the set in general, she noted, looking around and the dented, obviously-fake background.
Ah well, she thought to herself with a shrug. As long as they were paying her, and now feeding her too, she could afford to make a few silly concessions. Waving to the director, he nodded.
“Lights, Cameras, all that shit, everyone ready!”
“Rolling!”
A pony used a clapperboard in front of a camera, and the director called “Action!”
A moment later, two ponies ran onto the set, one looking like Twilight Sparkle but with wings obviously made of cardboard, the other some orange stallion with blue hair. “Come on Brad, we have to keep moving! Queen Mimic has to know we’ve escaped by now!”
Brad nodded, following behind. “I know, Dusk Twinkle, but where are we-” He interrupted himself, pointing in shock at Chrysalis. “Oh no! We’ve blundered right into her throne room!”
Chrysalis was up. She led off her best ‘maniacal villain’ laugh first, as the director had requested. “Mwahahahahaha! Indeed you have, my foolish little ponies! You have tripped right into the spider’s web of deception!”
These lines were stupid. Thick Stew did not have a good scriptwriter on staff. But Chrysalis read them anyway, at his request.
“Then we will stop you ourselves!” “Dusk Twinkle” crowed, leveling her horn at Chrysalis, and making a few sparks pop out of the end harmlessly.
“You think that you can even think to harm me, the great Changeling Queen Chry- Mimic?” Chrysalis slipped momentarily. “Bend to my will, instead!” She opened her eyes wide, staring straight at the two actors, and on cue they froze stock still, eyes opening wide as well. Apparently they were going to add hypnosis effects in post.
“Oh noooo” Whined Dusk Twinkle.
“She’s… in my mind… controlling me!” Groaned Brad.
“Yes, mwaahahahahahaha!” Laughed Chrysalis again, even more evil-ly. “You are now both under MY control! Now, my Changelings, take their love by force!”
Around them, four extras dressed up in cheap Changeling costumes popped out from hidden places behind the set. One ducked out from behind her throne, one emerged from a fold in the background, one just ran on from the side, and one even popped out of a hatch in the floor. Again, Chrysalis had offered to just get real changelings, but the Director had decided against it for some reason.
They all converged on Brad and Dusk Twinkle, who both bent over, panting like they were both in heat. “I… I can’t control myself…” Dusk groaned as one “changeling” mounted her and slid inside her pussy, and Brad could only groan in pleasure as another mounted him and started rutting his ass. Another too position in front of Dusk’s face, pushing his equine tip into her mouth and spitroasting her, while the last one serviced Chrysalis, dropping to his knees before her throne and pushing his head between her legs.
Gripping her personal servant’s head as he licked and suckled at her crotch, Chrysalis laughed in victory. “Mwahahaha! Now, I have truly brought Equestria to it’s knees! If this is the best that it’s Element of Arcanery can manage, the Princes shall be no match for my power!”
After a minute or so, the “changelings” fucking Dusk and Brad shifted, with the one in Dusk’s mouth pulling out with a pop. Then they turned them so they were facing each other while getting fucked into each other, and they shared a sloppy kiss, trading musk from the blowjob, before the third Changeling slid in between them. They both began sucking and slurping at each side of his cock, kissing each other again with the dick in between them.
Several cameraponies had gotten up close with hoofhelds, getting close angles, enticing shots for the case, and focusing on the green-and-black painted horsecocks fucking in and out of Dusks’ vag and Brad’s ass.
After a minute, they both signaled, and Chrysalis pushed the “changeling” servicing her away with a slurp, leaving a strand of saliva and her faintly-green juices connecting his lips and her lower lips. “Excellent… Now, make them ours! Use these foolish ponies like the worthless breeders they are, and fill them with our seed!” As they sped up to a finish, she lunged forward, growling dramatically to her captives, and into her hidden microphone. “Male, don’t you dare waste a single drop of your cum until I have my way with you. And you, ‘Dusk Twinkle’... If you keep yourself from cumming, I may consider keeping you as my personal slave, to break you myself…”
They both let out a groan, trying to fight against their bodies, and Chrysalis smirked. It was an ad-lib, but the eager nod from the director told her that he loved it.
The “changelings” fucking them couldn’t hold back any longer though, and came at almost the same time, the one fucking the stallion first. He sped up as he did so, balls slapping together as he filled the other stallion’s ass with his load. Brad moaned, cock twitching, and Chrysalis thought he’d disobeyed her character… which she could work with, admittedly, or she could reshoot this scene as many times as it took… But no, he managed to restrain himself, pre dribbling out of the end of his cock like a leaky faucet.
“Dusk Twinkle” was not as strong. Her eyes shot open, moaning lewdly right into her “coltfriend’s” face as she came around the cock ramming them together. The “changeling” inside her cunt finished at the same time, their fluids mixing as they splattered across the cave floor below. Chrysalis was on her as soon as she could understand words again.
“Hah, you Equestrian whore! You’ll cum from any cock taking you as their own! Were you any other pony, I’d make you my hive’s breeding bitch for the rest of time, bound in resin and destined to birth new changelings forever! But no, you are too dangerous.” She extended her forked tongue and ran it across her pleasured face, listening to her panting as the preyslut was teased mercilessly by the view of Chrysalis’ throat. “I must dispose of you, permanently. I’ll swallow you down like the tasty morsel you are, and your coltfriend will help me grind you up, add you to my body as fat on my ass!”
She was panting again, as the changeling inside her pulled out with a lewd slurp, leaving her gaping and dripping her own cum and that of her “rapist.” She was trying to act terrified, hide her arousal, but Prey actors never lasted long enough to get practice. “Noo… Are you going to turn me to royal jelly, at least? Use me to feed and make your hive stronger, greater?”
Chrysalis let out another evil cackle as she reared back. “Hahahaha, no, my dear, tasty, Changeling-addicted slut. I”m going to turn you into royal shit! All those years of study under Prince Solar, wasted as your brain is digested, and your endless Alicorn life brought to an abrupt halt inside my belly!” She dropped close again, stage-whispering to play it up. “I’m going to keep your skull around for all that time, however. Maybe I’ll use your horn to fuck myself with once I crush Equestria, or maybe I’ll hollow it out to drink out of, or perhaps I’ll just make it part of throne, to be forever sat on and shit into. Whatever I do, it will by my trophy long after I forget your name, long after I’ve conquered this world!”
Dusk Twinkle came again right there, pussy clenching as her cum dribbled down her legs and joined the puddle that had already formed between them.
Chrysalis smirked. “I always knew you were an eager, worthless little preyslut, Twilight Sparkle. If you’re so eager to become Changeling fat, to be processed by your queen, then feed yourself to me!” Her mouth yawned open, impossibly wide, an inviting maw for Dusk Twinkle to slide herself down as Brad watched next to them, helpless and unable to stop them… if he even wanted to.
Another changeling took the last one’s place, rutting the cuckolded stallion’s sore rump as he watched his marefriend shakily stand up, still dripping cum. She started to crawl into the Queen’s mouth, placing her hooves in first, then pushing her head into the back of her throat. Her hooves pressed against her sides as she was compressed into the tight black, lightless tube, her hinds still pushing her ever deeper. Chrysalis salivated as she tasted the cum dripping out of her, as she flicked her tongue inside to slurp it up, used the leverage to help push her in. But she only helped; the mare herself was still pushing herself eagerly down her throat.
Soon, even with Chrysalis leaning down and help, the mare couldn’t push herself in any further, and Chrysalis tilted her head back up, facing the studio lights above. She swallowed, and the pony-shaped bulge languishing in her throat began to slide downwards, in full view of the cameras so everypony could see. The swallow was recorded at a dozen different angles, some at higher speeds than others for slow-motion shots. Nearly every eye, every camera, was on that bulge as it slid down, save two; One camera positioned above and shooting downwards to watch Dusk Twinkle’s hooves disappear down Chrysalis’ throat, and one out of sight of all the others, aiming directly into her transparent belly, watching as Dusk slid headfirst into her Queen’s gut.
She gasped as she slid in in, her shoulders following shortly after, aided by gravity. Her eyes searched quickly but subtly for the camera, and as soon as she saw where it was, averted her vision. Her expression was somewhere between horrified and incredibly aroused, her acting failing as she got closer and closer to her favourite fantasy come to life. Her head bumped against the other end of the stomach as her hinds slid in, and the stomach’s entrance sealed—permanently—behind her, never to let its prize loose until it was finished.
“Watch her,” Commanded Chrysalis to Brad, though she didn’t need to. The stallion’s eyes were already locked onto his marefriend, now clopping and panting silently inside Chrysalis’ transparent stomach sac. Turning to the “changelings” beside her, she commanded them as well; “Flip him over. He will help me grind his marefriend into my assfat, and I’ll put it to better use than she ever did.”
They nodded, the “changeling” rutting his ass pulling out with a ‘pop’ before helping roll him onto his back. The well-hidden mattress built into the floor squeaked as he rolled, and Chrysalis winced. That’d pollute the audio, hopefully they’d be able to fix that in post.
As soon as the stallion was on his back, Chrysalis turned and stood over him, backing up. Behind her, a different “changeling” entered his ass, the third in the last ten minutes, using the first one’s cum and the second one’s pre for lube, in addition to the lube they’d squirted inside to prepare for the scene. As his legs were held up in the air, Chrysalis braced herself against them, using her magic to point his cock correctly and sliding down it’s length.
As she slid down to the base, she let her belly, still heavy with Dusk’s unobscured form inside, settle on his chest. The mare twisted around inside the clear sac, pointing her crotch at her coltfriend and beginning to clop off in full view of him, Chrysalis, the “changelings” taking positions around them, and the cameras getting every angle and every delicious moment on camera.
“You see that?” The Changeling Queen crooned, bottoming out on the stallion’s cock. He was already twitching inside, near to bursting with his heavy, long-teased load, but Chrysalis wouldn’t let him. Not yet. “Your marefriend is so eager to become my next dump, so eager for your help grinding those acids into her fur. She wants you to watch, wants to give herself to me. Soon, all of Equestria will see this, and want to join her in my belly.”
He was panting in arousal, and all around him, the other three “Changelings” took positions. Chrysalis smirked. “But you can’t even do that, can you? Not pinned under my bountiful weight. So I’ll just use you, grind you both together in one last, digestive cuddle before all you’ll be able to cuddle is what gets added to my bulk.But you can still help, oh yes…” She waved at the “changelings” around them both. “You shall share the fate I offered her, because you managed to hold your orgasm… And that tasty load is all mine, oh yes… And then, you shall become my hive’s new cumdumpster, forever trapped, serving only to be fucked by them, bred by them, and only your new queen tasting your cum, for eternity....”
His hooves couldn’t have shot to the cocks around him any faster, but he was only able to service two at once; the last one grabbed his head, almost turning his vision away from the marefriend-turned-meal in his queen’s gut to ram his cock inside his mouth. Almost. The cherry on top was that this had been the changeling that had almost finished inside his ass just moments ago; Brad could taste his own anal juices along his length, but couldn’t do anything about it, pinned underneath his Queen’s bulk, forced to suck that cock clean.
Inside Chrysalis’ gut, Dusk was enjoying her final performance, legs twitching in pleasure as digestive juices, the acids of the Queen of the Changelings, began seeping inside. They pooled around her butt, turning her vigorous rubbing into shallow splashing, shaking the acids all over the inside of her thighs, just inches away from her ex-coltfriend’s face. The acids steamed faintly everywhere they touched her flesh and fur, and her free hoof began scooping hooffuls of the fluid out and rubbing them all over her body, hastening her digestion for the cameras and the “changelings” around them.
“This is so much better than those cheap special effects we were planning to use,” Chuckled Thickened Stew, still next to the primary camera.
Chrysalis began to move too, bouncing her hips slowly on Brad’s own, his cock throbbing already inside the alien vagina, eager to release. She could feel him flaring already, and she slowed, teasing the porn actor cruelly.
Around them, the “changeling” that had been in his ass came first, pulling their new slave’s head off his cock with a slurp, and pointing his cock and and Brad’s vision back towards his Queen’s stretched gut. With a groaning, panting series of gasps, he came, jerking himself off. A thick, musky squirt of cum splashed against the clear surface, to Dusk’s delight. She got to see the cock loose it’s load directly at her, and she playfully opened her mouth as if to catch it.
After four good squirts, they started losing power, landing instead all over Brad’s chest, coating him in spunk. The “Changeling” sat back, catching his breath, while the attention focused on Dusk inside the belly.
The acids had began to steadily rise, over her crotch and her hoof, now frantically clopping herself under the surface of the much more opaque fluid. Her fur, where the acids touched, began to thin and fall out, revealing red flesh starting to burn gently beneath. But Dusk never looked happier, gladly pushing her hinds further up as her back slid down the wall she was resting against, down to her neck.
Chrysalis began riding Brad’s cock again too, sloshing the acids around her, drawing lines further and further up her body with each slosh, right in front of his eyes. “You see? She’s going to die, right here, right on top of you, and she will have never been happier, happy to become part of me, part of my body. I will take everything she gives me, add everything I deem worthy to my body, thicken my ass, my thighs, and you’re getting a front-row seat to every second. And when I am finished with her, all that will be left is a disgusting, formless mass of shit. Your beautiful marefriend, turned to nothing but my disgusting waste, my sickening farts, and her scarred, bleached bones.”
That was too much for Dusk. A dozen cameras watched her as she came, holding her head back in a soundless cry of pleasure, a silent orgasm inside Chrysalis’ filling gut, and the already-cloudy acids clouded completely with her cum. It mixed with the digesting fur and flesh already flaking off her, turning her red. She wasn’t long for this world now, and she brought an early end to it.
She pushed herself down under the rising acids, legs raised high as her head delved underneath. She held her breath, but it didn’t matter; after a few seconds, that final breath rose to the surface in a splashing cloud of bubbles, her legs twitching as she inhaled acids and her own digesting soup instead, filling her lungs with the caustic, destructive mix. Her legs twitched spasmodically as she drowned herself inside her queen’s belly, clawing unconsciously at the sides, but it was all for naught. After a minute, the twitching calmed, then ceased entirely, her legs flopping against the side of the belly in front of her ex-coltfriend.
That was when Brad came, filling his Queen’s glorious cunt with the load that had been boiling and building since the scene began. He filled her body, the body that had just taken the offered life of his marefriend, the actor willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for her work. The two “changelings” on both sides joined in, spraying their own seed across his chest and Chrysalis’ churning gut, then coating his hooves as he continued jerking them off. Almost as an afterthought, the stallion rutting his ass came too, filling his ass with hot, sticky spunk to join the load already dumped inside. The sensation nearly set off a second orgasm from him, squibbing out lethargically to join the first, dribbling down onto his hips.
The only one there who didn’t cum was Chrysalis, who pressed her food-filled gut down on Brad’s barrel, spreading it’s bulk out around him, allowing him one last chance to embrace his ex-marefriend while she was mostly still one piece. Then there was a wet ‘crunch’ from inside, and Chrysalis let out a noxious burp right in his face. “I believe that was her saying goodbye, our pitiful Changeling cumdump.”
There was a pause, before Thickened Stew yelled “Cut!”
Around them, a dozen stagehands ducked out, wiping up sweat and cum from the set and the actors, cleaning up where their fur dye had smeared. Softening cocks were pulled out and toweled off, and two stagehands helped pull Chrysalis to her hooves, where Perfect Fit was there to shake one. “Great work, your highness. That was perfect, first shoot. That almost never happens, you’re a consummate professional.”
“Thank you,” she chuckled. “Remember to thank the co-star too.”
“Of course,” Perfect nodded, giving her belly a playful slap. A digesting lump of meat had settled against the surface, the remains of Dusk, or whatever her real name was, turning the bright green acids reddish-brown as she churned. “Now, we’ll give you a few hours to digest and set up the disposal scene, which’ll lead right into the big confrontation. Need a place to sleep her off, any antacids, anything like that?”
“Eager to please, aren’t you? I like that in a stallion. No, I have had much practice with this, I will be fine. Set up the next scene.” She turned to Brad, who was still lying on the stage floor, covered in cum. “Colt! I didn’t crush you, did I? Go lie down where Mr. Fit directs you.”
After a moment without any movement besides his tired, stunned panting, she gave his side a light kick, followed shortly by an early, stinking fart over his head. “Colt!” That woke him up, and he stood shakily while an out-of-her-league stagehand tried to wipe off some of the mess. “That’s more like it. Cooperate and you can huff that stench through the next scene, before I let you say goodbye properly.”
He nodded, trotting off with a stumble in his step. Chrysalis turned to Perfect. “Is the resin going to be more of this low-budget imitation crap?”
Perfect nodded hesitantly, to her displeasure.
“I’ll help construct the bindings. Don’t try to talk me out of it, or you’re going up my ass to meet this mare going the other way.”
Perfect grinned happily. “If we need to reshoot the disposal scene I’m gonna be first in line to take you up on that.”
* * *
Queen Chrysalis, first of her name, highest of the Changelings, greatest of the shapeshifters, Hive-Mother of the Cimicidae Swarm, she who conquered Timbucktu and Canterlot, sat upon her throne.
It wasn’t actually her throne, of course, but she was proud of it. Perhaps it was a little more cruel than her usual utilitarian resin sculptures, but she hadn’t been able to peel the colt out from between her cheeks otherwise, and once Thickened Stew got wind of her idea, he was happy to suggest a few further additions.
Chrysalis liked having… fans. They were so eager to serve, just for the chance to see her reward one of their number, hopeful, ever hopeful, that they would get the oppurtunity to add to her body as well. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the air.
Love. Love and lust and adoration and worship, that of a whole culture, and perhaps, the world, and all for her.
Her cheeks flexed, ejecting another stinking burst of gas directly into Brad’s face, who shook in his bindings beneath her, trying to reach his dick and jerk off after the last hour of teasing. And then she could smell that too. Usually she wasn’t big on the favour itself, but what it represented, to herself and her underlings, that she enjoyed very, very much.
“I’m ready!” She called to Stew, who leapt into his chair, grabbing the clapboard. He clapped it as soon as he was seated, eager to call “Action!”
Chrysalis’ new throne was very strangely designed. She’d started by simply exuding resin and using it to glue the Colt to the floor, sitting straight with his hinds spread wide. Held above them was a great glass bowl, frosted but transparent to show him and the contents to anypony watching, and several cameras were focused solely on that, and from the underside next to Brad’s twitching, eager cock. Then she’d built a resin “seat” of sorts, strong enough to hold her now-thickened rump just in front of Brad’s muzzle, giving him a front-row seat to yet another part of his Marefriend’s digestion, via his Queen’s twitching ponut.
She let out another reeking fart, this one with some pushing so it sounded like a gunshot, ringing around the glass bowl. “Hear that, cumdump? That’s your marefriend. I’m finished with her, and she shall never stand in the way of my plans, ever again. But I’ll allow you two to say goodbye, don’t worry…”
Another fart, and this time some fluid came with it, splattering the bowl below. “So eager, like the preyslut I always knew she was… Say hello again, to her new form…”
Her cheeks spread, and her ponut spread like a flower. From within a mudslide of sloppy ex-pony slid out, more released than pushed out, like an army banging on the gates of a castle. It smacked into the bottom curve of the bowl with a squelch, right before Brad’s eyes, and a pool began to form around it as the more-solid logs began to curl in a circle in the base.
The flow was interrupted, or maybe just punctuated, with another fart, chunks splattering the edges of the bowl. One even splashed on Brad’s lips, and Chrysalis raised an eyebrow as he instinctively sucked it inside. That was perhaps devotion too much, for her. Then the next log slid out smoothly, like melting chocolate ice cream, coiling on top of the first log and crushing it beneath into a mass of formless mush.
As the second log tapered off, the cameras could begin to see off-white streaks growing in it, bones ground to calcium and grit by her belly and intestines.
Then the next log slid out, and all pretense was lost as a rib bone, sanded blunt by her acids, led the charge out into the bowl. Three more followed it, most intact, and the rest of the turd was speckled with various small bones, vertebrae and teeth.
The next turd fought her on the way out, and her ponut flexed again as Chrysalis strained gently to push it free. Then it was gone, a straight shit built up around an intact femur. It fell into the bowl with a clatter, and from behind it came a splash of more liquid remains, before stopping again with the next blockage.
For the first time, Chrysalis had to truly strain, and she knew exactly why. After a moment, her anus spread far enough to let the next dump emerge and “Dusk’s” skull was forced out with another sloppy fart. It landed on the top of the pile like a cherry on a pie, unstained, but only for a moment. Immediately following it was a sloppy torrent of semi-solid shit, instantly coating the off-white bone with foetid green, nearly burying it under.
But at the end, as Chrysalis set a few more resounding farts ringing through the set, her skull remained, intact but stained on top the pile, only inches away from her ex-Coltfriend’s pleasured, gasping, muzzle. It was finally too much, and he’d be damned if he couldn’t touch himself. Seeing his marefriend after Chrysalis was finished with her, reduced to shit and bones, snuffed out forever for a cheap Vorno that was going to be watched forever, with him right there, gasping on the Changeling Queen’s farts, was too much.
He grunted, cock flexing as it shot one more load, splashing against the underside of the bowl with a ringing,splattering noise, accompanied by Chrysalis’ laughter. “It excites you seeing what’s been done to her, doesn’t it? I think I’m going to keep you her permanently, let my changelings jerk off onto you as every dump, every prey, every pony that gets sent on a journey through my guts as Equestria is conquered, is shit out right in front of your eyes. Maybe you’ll live long enough to see the other Princesses make that same journey, bear witness to me extracting everything useful from their stinking bodies and dumping the rest…”
She smirked, aimed perfectly so the cameras could see her. “Or maybe, one of these days, I’ll let you join them on my ass. I haven’t quite decided yet, my little pony, my devotee…”
The scene continued for a bit afterward, as that was when the other “stars” got their cue to rush in. More ponies painted to look like their originals, though the Discord setup was creative, at least. Queen Chrysalis breezed through it all, a natural actor, getting to show it off in front of a camera, soaking in the love and adoration of everypony in the studio, everypony watching throughout Equestria, throughout the world.
* * *
“Hey, Twilight! Big package, you and Starlight and Trixie too.” Twilight Sparkle looked up from the table, where her and the other bearers of the Elements of Harmony were discussing the Everfree Forest. Starlight was already there as well,standing off to the side. Spike hopped in, used to carrying heavier packages with his unusual reptilian gait.
“A package. For us three? Okay… Did the guards already check it?”
Spike nodded. “Yeah, they cleared it, it’s all safe. Though they wouldn’t stop laughing for some reason when I asked them what it was.”
Starlight’s eyebrow quirked up, and she joined Twilight it opening the flaps. She was the first to pull out one of the three DVDs enclosed within. “...There and Back Again, a Grumbling Guts production?”
“There’s a note, hang on..” Twilight muttered, unfolding it. Behind her, Starlight’s eyes widened in shock, disgust, and perhaps, a little curiosity. Twilight didn’t notice, however.
“To Princess Preyslut…? I’m coming for you, but have a taste of the future. From the new star of Grumbling Gut Studios… Queen Chrysalis?” She read, shocked, while Rarity passed Trixie’s copy of the movie around to show everyone. She, Pinkie, and Dash instantly burst out laughing, knowing entirely too much, while Fluttershy turned beet red and shrunk down. Only Applejack was left looking around the table in confusion.
Twilight only paused for a second, however. “...P.S. Find a colt before I find you. It’s so much more fun that way.”
