Once Nightmare Moon had dispatched the six would-be heroes that had assembled to stop her and rescue Princess Celestia, she defied all rational belief by devouring her sister whole in front of all of her subjects. By absorbing Celestia’s body and magic, she became a formidable giantess of an alicorn, standing head and shoulders above even sister’s former stature. Even if dissenters dared to stand against her rule, the idea of not mere imprisonment, but to be swallowed whole and reduced to nothing but body mass on the huge queen was enough to silence any would be rebellion. Thus, her take-over was swift and absolute.
At the restored castle in the Everfree Forest, any pony who had not fallen into line was brought before the new Queen of the Night for judgement, and there they were dispatched, enslaved, or devoured.
In the late afternoon, the main doors to the throne room clanked open, as they frequently did, and a prisoner flanked by guards walked across the threshold of Nightmare Moon’s domain. Today’s prisoner was unusual in that he was a changeling, made visible by a magic inhibiting ring about his slightly jagged horn that prevented him from disguising himself. He walked forward without chains, but the two guards close by, just in case.
“Your Highness,” announced one of his escorts, “Another spy has been found in our midst. He surrendered - what do you dictate his fate to be?”
Nightmare Moon, sitting on her deep-seated throne looked down from the tapestries and stained glass windows of the roof. Her voluptuous hips, padded by heroes and her royal sister, pressed against the sides of her seat, while her slightly-chubby belly was exposed for all to see as she leaned one elbow on the high armrest.
“Oh? Does the insect have a name?” replied the dark queen. Her voice was not loud, but its resonating tones filled the hall, making it impossible not to hear her. It was a voice that invaded your ears and mind, that could not be escaped. Despite being at the other end of the hall, the changeling felt like the night-black alicorn was bearing down on him.
“Chrono… my name is Chrono,” he replied, his own voice echoing off the walls. The guards nudged him and they continued to walk up the deep purple carpet leading up to the dais where Nightmare’s throne stood.
“Changelings are drawn toward a single source of power. I suppose it was inevitable that there would be stray ones nearby that would end up before me. You will be part of my new kingdom now, your nature as a spy put to good use,” declared Nightmare Moon. Her tone was not demanding, nor was it commanding. Her words were a statement. A declaration of fact that would be effective immediately.
Chrono said nothing as they arrived at the foot of the dais. He had been away from the hive for some time now, and where Celestia’s Equestria had been sleepy and unsuspicious, the many miles between him and his home were now hostile and on-edge. There seemed little point in resisting once he’d been discovered amongst a group being rounded up. If anything he was grateful for not being killed on the spot as a spy.
“I wonder if I can put you to use in spying on your own kind?” mused Nightmare Moon, frowning at him. “The changeling swarm will soon bow before me as the ponies already have, and Chrysalis will be among them as nothing more than a common insect.”
“She’ll never bow to you,” said Chrono defiantly. He hadn’t meant to speak out of turn, but something in Nightmare’s assuming tone about his true Queen struck a nerve, and he forgot his fear of her. Surprisingly, she did not leap to anger at being spoken to like this. On the contrary, her mouth twisted into a satisfied smile on her dark and imposing, yet beautiful face.
“I see you do not understand. There is no war underway, there are those who I rule and those my reach is still moving to grasp. Chrysalis will kneel with her face into this carpet, or she will join the others as part of my divine body. There is no outcome that does not place her under my rule.”
Chrono’s eyes widened in shock, flicked down from her devastating gaze to her equally devastating hips that filled the seat of her throne. The generous padding of her body that somehow only made her more alluring, that tempted him to bow before her, was made up of those that fell before her. They were part of her now, trapped forever as fat on her flanks, a seat that she rested upon. Her mind dominated the lesser, and her immense, voluptuous and amazonian sized body pulled on deep-seated primal urges. How could anyone stand against this dark mistress?
Nightmare Moon watched with satisfaction as this confusion clouded over Chrono. “You’ve been loyal to Chrysalis for your entire existence and now you find yourself drawn toward the real source of power. It’s not surprising that your insect mind is taking a while to understand this. I forgive you.”
Her body and imposing aura might have been enough to sway him, but Nightmare Moon’s belittlement of both his Queen Chrysalis and his changeling nature kept him in check. Rebellion stirred in his heart, and he knew he had to speak up - even if it would likely cost him his freedom.
“Y-you’re no queen,” he said, bracing his hooves defensively, “You’re just a tyrant. Queen Chrysalis is a real ruler! She built an empire of her own, but you’re just an usurper - a common bully with the biggest stick!”
At last, the Dark Queen’s seemingly pleasant smile flickered. Either Chrono had struck a nerve, or she’d merely grown bored of him. Either way, the civilities were over.
“I see that your indoctrination runs to the core. It makes no difference to me, a disloyal spy is a useless one, and useless things are discarded. You will bow or I will dispose of you - consider the fact that I’m even giving you this choice an act of immense benevolence.”
“Then do as you will!” spat Chrono, gaining confidence now he knew he’d crossed the point of no return, “I will always be loyal to my true Queen!”
Without so much as a word or even a glance from Nightmare Moon, the guard ponies on either side of him each unhooked a pair of magical bindings from their body armour. The unicorn levitated one pair down to Chrono’s hind legs, and as if magnetic, they jumped to grasp the changeling’s fetlocks, a glowing strand joining them together and drawing Chrono’s hind legs tightly together. The pegasus guard on the other side did the same thing with their captive’s front hooves, and within a moment Chrono found himself hog-tied and supported by the guards. Without them pinning him between their shoulders he would fall over with no ability to brace himself. Next, the two guards scooped him up under his chest and belly and carried him up onto the dais, setting him down before the immense throne of Nightmare Moon. He sat on his rump with his forelegs propping him up.
As he was dumped into position, Nightmare Moon leaned forward and hefted her huge figure off of her throne. Her forehooves thumped onto the raised platform accompanied by a rustle of the cushioned throne almost sighing with relief as that colossal rump was lifted away. Nightmare Moon had seemed immense while she was seated, but that was just a preview for the giantess of an alicorn that stood over Chrono now.
She turned to one side, and for a moment Chrono thought she was going to walk away from him - but she was merely facing about so he was now staring up at her vast flanks and buttocks. Her smoky, shadowy tail was just translucent enough to faintly see prominent anus and a pussy nearly as big as his head nestled between plush cheeks as dark as the night. As he stared, the dock of her tail rose and the shimmering veil of her tail was drawn aside to lay bear her intimates.
Is this it? thought Chrono, Am I about to be devoured too? Am I going to become part of her flanks - just another layer of pudge for the rest of eternity?
He tested his bonds, but without even straining himself he could tell that they would never budge. He could deliberately fall over onto his back or side, but that would likely result in simply getting crushed flat under the enormous bulk filling his vision. Better to keep his nerve and stay determined to the end.
Nightmare Moon backed up so that her hind legs straddled Chrono’s smaller body, putting his face between her thighs, close enough to smell her body. It was an earthy smell, warm from where she’d been sitting down, laced with her natural musk that trickled from her nethers, released by her tail moving aside. As Chrono’s muzzle brushed against the inside of her thigh and the underside of her cheeks he instinctively leaned back, only to find that her tail was behind his head now, preventing him from escaping. The heat of her folds radiated onto his face, and she pressed against him, just enough to wipe her moist lubricant over his muzzle, making him gasp and inhale sharply.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, her body reverberating against him, “This is how my sister met her fate. I thought it quite fitting for my kin. Her mass is now mine, these cheeks against your face her eternal prison. I bet you’d like to join her, wouldn’t you?”
Chrono shuddered, not with fear or disgust, but an involuntary response that was almost desire. This goddess-like body might be a prison, but his primal urges drove curiosity to feel her flesh against his body, to press into and then over him, an enclose him into her depths forever.
“Or perhaps you’d also like the hero’s path?” she said, lowering her hips so that the plump round pucker of her asshole gently pressed against his nose, “It’s even tighter in there, you’d be squashed into mush, slowly reduced to a paste to fill my gut. You’re hardly even trying to get away - it’s almost like you want this to happen.”
The changeling gulped down the lump in his throat, forcing down the nagging temptation to agree with her. The spectral tail was draped down his back now, like a prehensile length of cloth that pushed him upright, facing up into his impending doom.
“I-If this is how heroes die, I’m ready!” he said, his voice muffled by her massive body. He would have been lying if he said that his defiance was pure courage. The guilty desire nagging around his lower body was a strong anchor to stop him wildly bucking and trying to escape her grasp.
But instead of feeling the soft flesh of her ass compressing against his face, her body trembled with mirth, a silent shudder that quickly grew in volume as she opened her mouth to let her smug laughter ring out into the hall and echo off of the walls.
“You think your petty disrespect has earned you a place on my divine body?” she laughed. She raised her hips, and then lowered them onto his forehead so that her teats were across his muzzle, bearing down on him. “You are nothing more than an insect, and your end inside my body will be far from the pleasurable fate your simple brain is imagining. You will be reduced to nothing more than waste to be flushed away!”
As she finished this threat, she bucked her hips again, their huge mass moving effortlessly, and her dripping pussy enveloped Chrono’s muzzle. Confusion paralysed him - hadn’t she just said that she wasn’t granting him this end? But he quickly realised that something else was happening, as she angled herself strangely and rather than slip into the soft, stretchy interior of her vagina, Chrono felt an impossibly tight tube seize hold of his face - a convulsing wave pulled his muzzle in, and at the same time, Nightmare Moon pressed her ass down against her prey’s body again.
With her tail holding his back straight, and his legs bound, Chrono was powerless to stop his entire head being compressed into that tight space. He caught a bittersweet scent in his nostrils and with a jolt of shock he realised what was happening - she was swallowing him up through her urethra. He couldn’t help but twitch and jerk at this point, a reaction that gave the Queen of the Night exactly the satisfaction she’d been waiting for.
“Yes! Now- now you’re getting it,” she huffed, pausing and then repeating the process of clench, press, lift, to swallow up Chrono’s neck and the taper of his shoulders, “Are you still burning with curiosity? Knowing that you’re going right to my bladder, to be dissolved into piss!”
Chrono’s thoughts were on overdrive with conflicting emotions, the thought of getting sucked into a pee-hole and drowned in urine made him wince, but the firm compression spreading across his body, pulling him into an immense, living mass was still tugging at secret desires. Yet the thought of taking any enjoyment in this end - which would be the ultimate submission to this dark mistress - was too humiliating to bear.
He could feel her ass cheeks stroking his sides as she expertly flexed her buttocks, easing the changeling’s body into a space far too small for it, and then with a soft squidge, her rump touched the floor with Chrono’s hindquarters squashed between her legs. With his forelegs crushed against his sides, and all of Nightmare Moon’s weight pressing down on him, Chrono couldn’t move so much as to twitch or wriggle. His vision was cut off by the tight passage that held him and his ears were overwhelmed by the roar and beat of the alicorn’s insides. Insides that would soon process his body and dissolve him into a stream to flow back out the same way he was entering.
“Mmmm,” she sighed, “It’s almost a shame to destroy you completely. Perhaps I would squeeze you out and let you go, just so you can return to your homeland and describe first hand what awaits the rest of your insect kind… but even I cannot resist pleasure, and feeling your pulse inside me, sensing your struggle to disobey while your body tells you to give into me, it’s positively intoxicating…”
She shifted her weight back and forth, grinding Chrono’s flanks against the lips of her pussy, lubricating his legs for their imminent consumption. As his hips were squeezed into the tight hole to follow the rest of his body the changeling’s crotch rubbed up against her swelling clit, ringing a bell in Chrono’s senses.
Urrrgh! he thought, I’m stuck up her pee-hole about to get smooshed into a bladder, and I’m getting turned on!
He shamefully screwed his eyes shut in his dark an suffocating confines, trying to resist his body’s natural lust, but the sensation of his cock and rump getting pressed into a huge alicorn pussy was too much. He gasped, and realising the way in front of him was opening up - it was Nightmare Moon’s bladder, his new prison, and soon to be his tomb. The sharp scent of her piss invaded his nostrils as a particularly enthusiastic grind from the dark queen’s hips pressed his hind legs into her tight urethra, and he vanished from the outside world forever.
The queen’s body around him pitched and lurched as she stood up with a satisfied sigh. The slick walls around Chrono convulsed as she settled herself, squeezing him deeper inside of herself. As she returned to her throne and filled it with her backside again, the last of Chrono’s body poured into her bladder, stretching it out.
Chrono’s eyes had adjusted to the dark, and he found her insides glowing with the faintest of light, so dim it wouldn’t be visible if not for the thick walls of flesh and organs separating him from the world. But it granted a dull, black and white vision that revealed Chrono’s situation. Smooth, stretchy walls hugged his body, with the only open space in front of his chest where the flesh stretched from his forehead to his hind hooves. Save for a slight air-gap he’d brought in with him, thin and pungent liquid gurgled around him, soaking into his fur and skin, squelching between his limbs and the slick walls when he squirmed to find a position to rest in.
The moist warmth had done nothing to cool off his libido, and now the reality of having been fully consumed by a amazonian alicorn to dwindle away into her bathroom waste was setting fire to his loins. Chrono’s dark shaft poked up from his crotch against his chest expectantly. He thought about it, not wanting to take any pleasure in this demise - but at the same time, if this was how he was going out, then why not take one last thrill?
Leaning back into her throne and ideally stroking the bulge just above her crotch, Nightmare Moon felt the erratic squirms and pokes from her prey fall into a steady rhythm. For a moment she was confused - this didn’t feel like struggling at all. Then she realised exactly what was happening.
“Everyone bows in the end,” she purred, her voice resonating into Chrono’s ears, “Even you can’t help but pleasure yourself at the thought of becoming piss if it’s the royal piss of Equestria’s absolute ruler. How pathetic…”
Chrono felt every word she spoke, unable to block out her voice as his ears were filled with the sound of her body pulsing and kneading him. The bittersweet pee he was dunked in had soaked into his core, and his hardened chitinous body was softening, stretching his prison less and forming to its shape. Breathing in the fumes he worked his phallus steadily. Soon his bones would lose their strength and he’d no longer be able to control his limbs past feeble twitches. The Queen of the Night had already had her way with him. She’d dominated him entirely, and the best he could do now was give in and let her body process him.
Glancing down he saw that his hind legs had deformed and become folded into the pool of ooze he was melting into. His forelegs felt rubbery and hard to move, and the pulsating membrane of the bladder pressed his head into his torso. Sensing his last change, Chrono redoubled his efforts, pumping his cock rapidly, his heart thudding as it struggled to push his diluting blood to his crotch. The tension was building, all of his strength in pressing away the organ trying to dissolve him pooled between his legs, and then with a great gasp of shameful pleasure he exploded a stream of white across what little of his body remained above board. The almost luminescent spunk of his last ride floated atop the urine darkened by his gooey remains, and his forelegs drooped into the muck, leaving him with no means to move or fight the relentless churn of Nightmare Moon’s bladder.
Feeling her victim fall still, the queen of the night gave her crotch a particularly hard prod, knowing that she’d just crushed the remains of an insolent insect into mush, which would soon be thinned out into a pale yellow stream for her to let loose afterwards.
Chrono could no longer feel his extremities, limbs, or even the pit of his stomach. He was just a swirl of viscous goo mixed into piss and his own seed, swirling and churning in a tight sac in the gut of a fattened up queen. The feeling of his explosive end lingered in his mind even as his sense of self spread out into the urine he was becoming. He felt like he was expanding, becoming pressed up against the smooth walls of his prison, pressure building with nowhere to go.
Go to the bathroom! he begged in his mind, Piss me out, let me stream out from your rump as waste! It felt like he was ready to cum again, but with no physical body to orgasm, now he was once again at Nightmare Moon’s mercy. Only she could relieve him now, and he was stuck under pressure, pent up and ready to burst, until she saw fit to dispose of him.
If the dark queen knew this, she was deliberately holding out on him. Hours passed and she sat on her throne, seeing and dismissing several more visitors while the changeling in her bladder was tormented under a desperate need for release he had no control over. Finally, she got up again and with no need to excuse herself walked to an anti-chamber behind the main hall, where a private royal bathroom awaited her.
“Well, Insect, it’s time to dump you along with the rest of my waste. If I cared enough I would grant you a voice, just to hear you beg to be pissed away, but I don’t waste my energy on sewage, so enjoy your shame in silence.”
Chrono’s dazed consciousness bubbled in a haze of musky urine, aching for release, all resistance and loyalty to his former queen fully broken. He was about to meet his end as nothing more than urine pouring from the ass his beautiful and benevolent dark queen, and he was grateful. As Nightmare Moon’s tail lifted aside once again, she suspended her royally padded rump over the pearl-white toilet and relaxed her bowels.
A hiss of earthy fumes escaped her pucker, followed by the more sonorous throb of well-fermented flatulence. The liquified changeling felt a portion of his body suddenly burst through an open valve, the very same one his former body had been squeezed through hours previously, and like an elastic band, the rest of him began to follow.
A golden arc of piss cascaded from the inner tip of Nightmare Moon’s pussy, landing in the toilet bowl with a noisy tinkle. The huge alicorn sighed with contentment and a slight smile of satisfaction, knowing that in the mind of her meaningless prey stars were exploding. For Chrono, it felt like cumming in a stream without end. Instead of the few pumps of spunk he’d laced himself within his final moments before dissolving, he was a steady jet that was sustained far beyond any orgasm he could dream of having on his own. He landed in the quickly yellowing water of the toilet bowl, and as the last of his liquified-self left his queen’s body, a terrible cold overtook him. He was nothing but waste now, the betrayal that she didn’t even care biting in.
While he had no real senses, his watery consciousness saw a haze of light from above, interrupted by the shadow of a giant ass hovering above, which now spread wide as the queen of the night voided her bowels over him. Thick logs of brown waste crowned from her pucker, descending like stalactites before breaking under their own weight and crashing into his diluted mass, splashing him against the icy cold porcelain. Pausing with a gasp of held breath, Nightmare Moon shifted her stance and grunted as she released another resounding expulsion of gas to drift down into the lavatory. This was followed by lump after steaming lump piling on top of Chrono, covering him in a stinking and sodden weight of shit. In his never-ending humiliation, the warmth of Nightmare Moon’s excrement was a relief from the bitter cold of the toilet bowl, and Chrono was now truly nothing more than a pile of fresh manure, desecrated and left for dead.
Sighing with relief and pleasure, Nightmare Moon flexed her buttocks with one last toot, like a grim victory taunt, and her asshole withdrew into its pristine soft doughnut again. Without so much as a glance at her leavings, she magically operated the toilet flush, sending everything spiralling down in a torrent of frothing water.
With nothing to contain him and no way of holding on, Chrono’s mass, and then his mind was flushed away and disappeared into the stream of sewage that would race through the castle’s plumbing until it would eventually add to the cesspit and rejoin the earth again. Spread out too thinly, Chrono’s dull consciousness faded into nothingness.
Nightmare Moon made her way back toward her throne room, feeling her relieved insides settle again. The essence of her latest victim soaked into her, strengthening her body and her energy. It wasn’t much - one stray changeling was nothing compared to heroes and princesses - but the changeling magic was an odd curiosity. She delved into the memories she had absorbed from Chrono, places she had already conquered, Chrysalis’ hive that she already knew the location of anyway, mostly useless information. But then she saw something else - visions of awakening after what felt like mortal wounds? This insect had met his end more than once already, and somehow survived? The big alicorn resumed her seat at her throne in silence, pondering through her discovery. She didn’t want to admit that such an insignificant prey was giving her pause for thought, but overlooking vital information would be a greater folly.
The changeling had some way of returning. There was a hive-pod he reformed in. He would come out from the pod and find himself in a cave. Where was it? she thought. He would walk out from the cave, and be at the bottom of a chasm surrounded by a forest. That’s my forest! she realised with a jolt of surprise. “Guards, ready my palanquin. There is something of great interest close by…”
Chrono stirred into consciousness, feeling as though he’d slept for a week. Reforming was a disorienting process - it felt like he’d forgotten where he’d slept and was waking up in an unfamiliar place, despite it being his own pod. Feeling the familiar wrap of his cocoon, Chrono realised where he was again. He hadn’t even been sure if he’d reform after what Nightmare Moon had done - he hadn’t died as such, just been transformed and disappeared into nothingness. Not that he was complaining - he might’ve been broken by the dark queen, but now he had a second chance to escape. Although his secret pod was still in the Everfree Forest, he was no closer to home and would have to be careful to evade recapture.
Feeling resolute, Chrono pushed against the slimy wrap of his pod, breaking through the thin wall in front of him with a wet squelch. His hooves clacked onto the cold stone floor of the cave and he shook himself of loose goop and to free up his wings.
“Well well well, it would appear that I underestimated this insect. Or more likely Chrysalis, since I doubt you obtained this ability of your own accord…”
Chrono froze on the spot. That resonating voice - which only sounded louder in the close proximity of the cave - had somehow found him even as he was recovering from his last encounter. He forced himself to look up, knowing what he was going to see. Sure enough, the exit to the cave was blocked by a huge alicorn as dark as the night, the air around her shimmering with her smoky mane and tail. Guards stood nearby, but they looked like paltry forest critters compared to their queen.
“H-how did you find me?” asked Chrono, nervousness giving way to just confusion.
“I do not rule over others, I possess them. Everything that is you is mine. You can hide nothing from me. And your unexpected method of survival is now mine as well, once I dispose of its current user. Perhaps total dismemberment will do the trick this time? Let’s find out how many time I have to dispatch you before we discover the limits of a changeling pod…”
Chrono didn’t wait for any more speeches - he’d already let her monologue for too long - and he leapt for the gap around the guards, as small as it was. Staying where he was meant surrendering, and he already knew quite well that would go.
Nightmare Moon didn’t even move. With the slightest incline of her head the long, slender horn lit up and Chrono was wrapped in her magical aura. The smoky glow arrested his leap, holding him in mid-air like a cloud of quicksand. He could breathe, but the harder he struggled against her grip, the firmer the grasp bound him. The blow glow shrank around him, wrapping around his body like plastic and sinking into his body. He dropped to the floor like a stone with a sickening thud - but strangely he felt no pain.
“Consider that spell a blessing,” said Nightmare Moon, standing over the stricken changeling, “We wouldn’t want you to pass out from pain during this experiment now, would we?”
Chrono raised his hind leg in a vain effort to kick out at her, but his body felt like he was submerged in syrup. Moving alone was hard enough, moving quickly was impossible. He watched in horror as the huge alicorn opened her fanged jaws wide and wrapped them around his hind leg, right up to the hip. With a sickening crunch, she bit down hard and as she lifted her head, Chrono’s left hind leg was - gone.
Nightmare Moon chewed, an audible crackle of the changeling’s chitinous hide breaking up like a carrot, and then she swallowed the entire mouthful, a visible bulge rippling down her neck and into her belly.
He stared dumbfounded at the stump of his leg. There was no pain at all, yet he could feel a chill against the raw and open wound of his missing limb. He couldn’t help but try to move it, as if this was just an illusion, but all that happened was a vague twitch, the now unnatural looking flank flexing with nothing to articulate.
The Queen of the Night slowly bent her head down once again, and with mockingly slow actions, lifted Chrono’s other hind hoof up in her maw, her fangs digging into his hock. She lifted the leg up until it had stretched out to full extension, and then with a dull crack it snapped, letting her easily bite through the remaining shell and leave the top of the leg to flop down uselessly.
Chrono was paralysed with shock, gasping for breath as he watched her painstakingly devour him bite by bite. It was obvious at this point that she had no intention of swallowing him whole again - he was going down in pieces, alive and conscious for the whole process. How long would he be able to stay awake for this? Fluids and changeling slime leaked profusely from the broken ends of his legs, but seemingly slow for the severity of the wounds. Whatever magic she had cast to cancel out the pain must have been slowing the loss of vital fluids as well, or he would bleed out in seconds.
What he could feel though, with dreadful deja vu, was his cock tingling. Moving slow enough not to be impeded by the magic binding him, his shafted slowly extended out on front of both of them.
“Morning wood?” she enquired, with an unbearably smug grin, “Or are you so biologically wired to be attracted to power that you get off to me ripping you apart?”
Chrono clenched his teeth in frustration - why couldn’t he just martyr himself as a hero? Why was this degrading treatment so hot to him? It was even worse now since he had to face her while she jeered at his submissive, but entirely involuntary reaction.
The alicorn stepped over his flanks, dripping jaws enclosing over a foreleg next. He tried to withdraw, or twist onto his side, anything to move away from those terrifying teeth, but his sluggish movement was no better than a tree trying to dodge an axe. Crunch, a third leg was gone, which she chewed up less than a foot away from his face, so that some of her spit mixed with his green blood dripped onto him. When she swallowed again, he couldn’t help but see the lump of food that was his body slip down her throat. Would he still be aware when his head was swallowed? Or would she chew him up in those razor sharp jaws? He could hear the wet squelch of her esophagus gulping down bits of his body. Her wide-legged stance to reach down to him let her belly sag low, teasingly brushing his cock as she moved.
“You taste is about as good as stale bread,” Nightmare Moon mocked, “But your fear and my power over you is delicious. Even with your perpetual life, you remain under my control.”
She wasted no further time in removing Chrono’s final leg, almost tearing it off and shaking him like a rag doll, his body weight counting for nothing against her vice-like jaws. Deprived of all of his limbs, Chrono wriggled helplessly on the spot, stumps waving uselessly. He tore his eyes off of her pulsating neck to look around for anything to help - alas the cave was empty. Even the guards had left to wait outside while their queen ravenously fed. She knew this as well. She would never let her minions watch while she ate a changeling drone - but the satisfaction of letting her meal watch itself be eaten was enough for her to have spelled him into this painless and partially paralyzed state.
He felt mortified with embarrassment. His fully-erect cock bobbed with the throb of his racing heart, looking almost comically large compared to his body with his legs removed. Stepping back again her tongue lolled out from her mouth, dragging up his trembling flank in a long lick. For a ridiculous moment he thought she was going to suck him off, but instead she enclosed his twitching meat in her mouth without so much as brushing it with her tongue, and he felt her razor sharp teeth at the base of his cock. Their eyes lined up for a split-second as she paused to savour the moment, and then with single chomp and then a gulp it was over. Chrono watched his stallionhood make a small bulge in her throat before it vanished into her depths to melt away with his legs. Once again she’d put him into a state of pent up sexual tension and no way to release, and they both knew it. As if to illustrate the point, Nightmare Moon undulated her head slightly and a sonorous belch wafted into Chrono’s face, carrying the smell of her stomach that was quickly getting to work and eager for more.
But while he wriggled the remains of his body helplessly, the dark queen bent her head once more and scooped up his entire rump in one enormous mouthful. Her tongue pressed against his balls, his last intact sensitive spot, and she began to chew. The mouthful was too big for a single bite, but her teeth mashed together, crushing his lower body into mush, his senses feeling every movement. Despite knowing that he was getting chewed to bits, the sensation on his balls and even the stump of his cock was beyond his imagination. Feeling himself being ground up without the pain that should accompany it thrilled him beyond all reason. Finally her teeth met and the mangled remains of his flanks ripped off and she swallowed heavily and audibly, smacking her lips.
“Don’t fret, insect, I didn’t plan on keeping you seperated for long. You’re about to be reunited with everything I’ve just taken from you. Given how much you seem to like this, maybe I’ll see you very soon. I’ll be waiting here to see how much damage your changeling pod can mend.”
The jaws of the night yawned open again and grasped Chrono’s torso up to the neck. She lifted him high up in the air to her normal standing height, and then using her magic again to hold his head in place she bit down, severing it completely. Still intent on destroying him entirely, she champed her jaws like a crocodile, or a wolf, quickly breaking up the biggest parts so it could more easily be swallowed, and then the only thing left of the poor changeling was his severed head and neck. Chrono’s vision was misty, he couldn’t breathe anymore, his body was gone and his brain was shutting down - but not before Nightmare Moon could give him one last stare into her gaping maw. Tantalizingly slow, he was suspended between her teeth as her mouth enclosed his head in darkness.
The last thing Chrono felt was unbelievable pressure against the sides of his head, and then with a dull crunch his Queen crushed his skull and swallowed it. Bound to his remains, Chrono’s sense of awareness was trapped in a wave of convulsions down Nightmare Moon’s esophagus. As he hit the viscous slurry of his body in her stomach, another muffled burp shook her gut, followed by a moan and sigh of satisfaction. Although she’d granted him a more honourable doom to the previous trip, it was of little use to Chrono now as the soup of his body frothed up with acid and stomach bile. He could feel the rest of his mass again now that it was all together, but as mush of digested ooze he had no senses or movement other than being aware.
Beyond understanding the passage of time, the digested changeling was slowly pumped out the bottom of Nightmare Moon’s stomach and into her lower gut, to be stretched along an endless tube that absorbed everything from him, mind, body, and soul. Hours later, having left guards to watch the empty pod for the reappearance of a changeling spy, Nightmare Moon returned to her castle.
Chrono felt a disturbance of his mass, something that woke his soggy consciousness. He felt fluffy and plump, spread out across a great mass that stretched and squashed with rhythmic motion. And then suddenly there was a pause, and a huge compression pressed down on him. But he was so soft and plush that it felt… nice. Sleepy and uncaring, Chrono enjoyed the pressure. Nightmare Moon sat down on her throne, her huge ass now just a little bigger, and waited for the next delinquent to be brought before her.
