Oviposition

While the egg chambers were fun, being summoned to the throne room guaranteed a good time too. Twilight always looked forward to her chats with Chrysalis, which typically meant something interesting was going to happen. Even when her mother didn’t bring victims to their chat, it was still nice to bond with her, and at the very least there would be a line of drones for each to keep them constantly pounded during the conversation.

This time Chrysalis had a ‘special snack’ for her, which she didn’t immediately reveal what was through the hive mind, but Twilight knew they’d brought in a load of prey earlier that day. When she got close to the throne room, she felt her ovipositor throb as she overheard familiar voices inside. It was the voices of two young fillies she knew from Ponyville, Coconut Cream and Toola Roola.

It seemed like she’d get some payback for all the times the two brats made her take time out of her day to keep them from arguing. If their parents had raped and murdered them more often growing up, they might not have turned out that way, but Twilight could always solve it permanently now.

“It’s your fault!” Toola was squealing, already arguing with her friend despite their peril. “I noticed the guide leader was acting weird but you said we should go with her anyway! Now we’re gonna get eaten by monsters!”

“Oh, we’re going to do so much more than eat you, dearies,” Chrysalis chuckled, apparently letting them have it out.

“Maybe if you hadn’t been a brat all day and dumped out my ice cream,” Coconut shot back. “I woulda been paying more attention!”

As she entered, Twilight started to make a ‘cream’ pun, but Chrysalis glared at her before she could. That was the problem with a hivemind. Chrysalis often knew it was coming and would even sometimes give Twilight a pre-emptive ass-beating. It was a rather fun game, but Twilight still tried to mind Mother.

Still, Twilight saw the two were in filly guide uniforms as if they’d been nabbed during an event, and they weren’t the only ones. There were four other fillies, one of which Twilight recognized as Zipporwhil, a young filly from Ponyville, and three who were crystal foals. It seemed one troop was visiting another from a different city when they were nabbed.

Their filly guide cart was now in the throne room, ripped open so that they were all visible, though it seemed only the two brats had awakened from the spell that subdued them.

“Now, now girls,” Twilight cooed as she entered the throne room. “What have I told you about fighting? If you still haven’t learned your lesson, we might need to try some more severe punishment.”

While her form was very different, they both froze when they recognized her voice, looking at her with wide eyes, momentarily unable to form words. At least they were smart enough to realize quickly that she wasn’t going to help them.

“There you are, my daughter and favorite pussy,” Chrysalis purred. “I brought these little ones to rape and murder while we discuss our plans for the lesser races.”

“M-murder?” squeaked Toola.

“What’s ‘wape’?” asked Coconut, looking back and forth between them.

“A brief scan of their brains show they don’t even know what sex is,” Chrysalis waggled her eyebrows. “How do they even manage that when they can see everypony's junk if they just look. I swear, the education standards up there…”

“Time to educate them then,” growled Twilight.

She felt disgust well up inside her every time she met a pony foal, reminded what awful parents ponies were as she could smell their never-before-violated pussies. The wicked ponies even went to the extent of gathering them into groups like the filly guides where they’d do all sorts of unwholesome activities, like helping weak ponies that could be put to better use, protecting instead of pillaging nature, and not having all their holes brutally raped until they either liked it or died.

These ponies were at least six years old, how did they get this old in such poor condition?

At the same time though, it made her ovipositor throb in delight. Their untrained fragile minds would break so deliciously when they were treated more appropriately. They’d have no idea what was going on, just that it hurt. Twilight didn’t mind enjoying such ignorance since they hadn’t yet wiped it from existence.

Twilight trotted around them at first, stopping to kiss Chrysalis deeply on the lips. They sat up on their haunches, their ovipositors grasping and snaking around one another. She could feel the foals’ confusion as they watched.

“Now first,” churred Twilight as she looked around at them. “I want you to apologize to one another for being bratty little cum buckets. Use those exact words, even if you don’t know what they mean, because they’ll sound sexy in your squeaky, terrified voices.”

“I-I’m sorry for being a bratty little cum bucket, Coconut,” Toola was too terrified not to obey.

“Uh, I’m sorry for being a bratty little cum bucket too, Toola,” Coconut whimpered, her confused eyes still locked into their two ovipositors winding together.

“Good, now was that so hard?” purred Twilight. “I bet... ”

“Don’t make a ‘hard’ pun,” Chrysalis growled a warning.

“I wasn’t going to,” Twilight lied as she tapped her and Chrysalis’s ovipositors with a hoof, even if Chrysalis would know better. “Come suck our rape sticks, and get them ready for your untapped potential.”

“Oh-ho,” Chrysalis purred. “You really are becoming at ease with snuffing out these worthless creatures.”

“It’s second nature now I think,” said Twilight with pride. “Now, what did you want to talk in person about?”

As they talked, they watched Coconut and Toola creep closer, having to force themselves and eyeing one another nervously. It’d be interesting to see who chose which throbbing linghood to slurp on.

“Anyway,” Chrysalis said as they pulled their ovipositors apart, facing the fillies to see if they got the nerve to start without further threats. It was always interesting to see pony stupidity in action. “The Crystal Empire is slowly falling apart, and they're even too stupid so far to realize that the sudden shift to a rape-based society is due to changelings, but that isn’t enough. I want to turn every important city in Equestria into a changeling nest starting with Ponyville, to add insult to injury before overthrowing Canterlot last.”

“Ingenius as always!” Twilight agreed. “The wicked princesses will see all they’ve built crumble before their eyes without understanding why. And the Elements?” She was hyped to betray and enlighten her friends, whether that meant making them changelings, egg sacks, or just watching them die screaming.

“We’ll save the Elements from themselves,” Chrysalis continued. “So they can’t be used against us, turning them into loyal changelings. In the process, we’ll savor each of their bodies to the fullest. I’ll make sure you get to defile and use all of them before I get my final revenge on all of you together.”

Even though Chrysalis rarely outright said it, Twilight had realized early on that her mother intended to eventually turn on her. After all, Twilight still deserved it for her past deeds, and actually looked forward to either a terrifying death or, even better, some kind of eternal punishment to fully sate her mother’s long-coming revenge.

“So much to look forward to!” Twilight’s excitement shivered the whole hive. “‘I can’t wait to see Rainbow’s ego break, or hear Fluttershy’s sobbing as we defile her, or watch Pinkie’s happy face twist with agony as she begs for mercy! Maybe Rarity will get shit smeared all over her prissy bitch-ass face, and Bloom will get to watch her dumb hick sister suffer. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? We’ll save the very essence of Harmony from ungrateful ponies that don’t deserve to possess it.” What would have once been an evil plan to Twilight was now a rescue mission.

“I see you’ve accepted a lot of things,” Chrysalis purred, her ovipositor throbbing at Twilight’s response as if it’d been a test that she passed. “Such a broken, brain-washed little slut you are.”

“Thank you so much,” Twilight licked Chrysalis’ cheek.

“You take that one!” Toola shoved Coconut towards Chrysalis, the two fillies already having another scuffle.

“No way, I want Miss Twilight’s!” Coconut complained, trying to shove her there instead. “You do the monster!”

“Oh dear,” Chrysalis chuckled. “It seems I am undesirable.”

“What a disappointment,” Twilight sighed down at them, and they froze. “The amount of ignorance… that you’d be fighting over who got my dick instead of who got Mother's… is there any limit to what morons ponies can be? I’m just here to get her off until she completes her revenge by murdering my well-deserving plot.”

“I-I want the monster’s!” Toola shrieked as the conversation suddenly changed in an effort to avoid more punishment.

“No, it’s mine, you said you wanted Twilight’s!” Coconut complained.

“Better,” purred Twilight.

“Primitive little creatures, aren’t they?” Chrysalis rolled her eyes. “Just choose one and ram their tight little throat dear, or this will never end.”

Twilight grabbed Toola, wanting to fuck the one that was smart enough to go for Chrysalis before the other. Toola barely had time to squeak before Twilight had pried her muzzle open and rammed her throat, the child twitching violently as the thorny cock raked her insides and her neck swelled with the girth.

Coconut’s muzzle hung open as she watched her frenemy get throat-rammed by Twilight’s shaft, tearing up more when she saw the convulsions and agony on her face. She squealed fearfully as Chrysalis grabbed her and she found herself staring down the barrel of the larger shaft. Chrysalis purred as her screams vibrated her shaft, forcing it into her throat as well as she ran her hooves over the young body to enjoy the contortions.

“Mmm, nothing like taking some time out to relax and murder children,” Twilight purred. “So Toola, you want to be an artist right? I wonder what kind of corpse art I could make with your ravaged body after you die in agony…”

“How about we go for a three-in-one devirginizing,” suggested Chrysalis. “In their throats, out their asses, and into their cunts?”

The two took deep thrusts, extending their shafts to push a little deeper with each ram. They pushed down into their stomachs, bloating their gut, then further still into their upper intestines. Slowly they winded through them, their bodies bloating more as their entire insides were scraped out by jagged cock barbs. Though they didn’t want to expend too much magic keeping them alive, they did know inferior ponies couldn’t last long without air, so they teleported enough oxygen into their lungs to keep them barely conscious.

The undereducated slime had no idea where this was going, and their brains were too soaked in delicious fear to give much thought to it. There was something about an innocent mind being suddenly forced to face an inevitable death that got Twilight so riled up, it was all she could do to keep herself from exploding early and popping her toy early.

“Don’t you love how they squirm,” Chrysalis panted. “How about we play a game with these two? Make them watch the others die, then whoever can get off first to it gets to become a feral drone instead of decorating the hive with their gore like the others.”

Twilight blinked, not understanding how it’d be difficult for them to get off to such a thing, but nodded. “Well, a race to an orgasm between two foals would be pretty hot!”

“Oh, you dear,” Chrysalis purred at Twilight’s thoughts. “Have I corrupted you so much? How delicious.”

Anything in the digestive track of the fillies was pushed onward ahead of the shafts as they pushed deeper. The foals had fits and convulsions, as it was forced through them, finally exiting their tailholes with grotesque farting sounds. Humiliation welled up inside them as their crapped themselves right there in the throne room, starting with solid, well-digested food and moving on to the sloppy half-digested junk from their stomach drooling down their hind legs.

It was this that the other four foals awoke too, and immediately the throne room was alight with delightful screams. They didn’t bother restraining them, knowing that they couldn’t get out, and instead allowed the frightened fillies to run around the large throne room, screaming pointlessly for rescue as they tried to find a way out.

“If we let them out, they’d just be raped to death by the guards outside,” giggled Twilight.

“Mmm, but I think we should be the ones to get to do that,” purred Chrysalis.

“Mmmph,” Twilight groaned and nodded, her shit-covered tip exiting Toola’s behind on the next thrust as the little legs flailed wildly. “You know, I think that one Zipporwhil is in Ginger Snap’s filly guide troop, I wonder where she is? I used to always see her collecting donations for the less fortunate, so she really deserves to a good rape for that.”

“We’ll get them all soon enough,” Chrysalis purred as her own cock pushed free from Coconut’s bottom with a delightful fart-like sound. “We’ll send changelings back to replace the ones we kill so there won’t be too much of a problem, maybe we can do something with the little ones later.”

“A stallion or mare suddenly being gang-raped by fillies would be really confusion to them,” giggled Twilight. “Maybe some elderly ponies they were supposed to be helping.”

The lose fillies in the throne room continued to wail and sob, some resorting to trying to hide when they couldn’t get out, but the stupid creatures continually gave away their position with their sexy little whimpers. It wasn’t like they could hide in a place like this anyway. Some peeked out with wide eyes at what was happening to their friends.

Chrysalis and Twilight moved closer to share a deep kiss. As they did so, the turned the foals over and pushed their eyes down into the piles of foal scat they had deposited on the floor. At the same time, their winding prehensile tips twisted, turning to push into their pussies instead. Both shivered at the familiar but wonderful feeling of a virgin filly stretching out over their invading rape tentacles, moaning as their bodies spasmed and blood trickled down their lengths.

“There, now they’re educated,” Chrysalis purred. “I’d say they know exactly what their hot little bodies are for now, but probably not that this is supposed to feel good.”

“Not like they need to know that,” shrugged Twilight.

The little ones could only jerk and sob as their bodies were re-invaded, a singing pain joining the rest as their unused holes were defiled. The changelings wasted no time drilling deep into their soggy fuck sockets, ripping through their cervixes and up into their womb. By the end their shafts had winded all the way through their digestive tracts and all the way further to the back wall of their wombs.

“Now remember,” panted Chrysalis. “No killing these, we want them for the game.”

“Mmm, I’ll do my best Mommy,” Twilight moaned. “But I think I might burst them anyway.”

“Eh, we can put them back together enough to keep them viable,” smirked Chrysalis.

As the orgasmic bliss bubbled through their shafts, Toola and Coconuts bodies bloated even more. Even before it got all the way to their pussies, their guts were so bloated that they couldn’t even move their legs, their ribs breaking apart and fragile pelvis’s splitting into with sickening cracks.

The chorus of agony continued as the surge reached their wombs, pumping them full, their undersized holes not allowing any backwash, spines embedded in their sensitive passages ensuring the cocks stayed inside. Their wombs bulged like rapidly filling water balloons, bursting within them. Their bodies convulsed delightfully as the stinging liquid poured into their guts, which gave shortly after, pouring cum-drenched gore onto the floor as their already strained filly guide uniforms shredded into pieces.

When the changelings yanked free with an incredibly long slurp, the foals were left twitching messes of barely-alive flesh laying in their own gore. It took a surge of magic to stitch them back together quickly enough that they wouldn’t die, but when they realized what was happening, they didn’t seem very happy.

“No, let me die! I wanna die!” Toola screeched as soon as she could.

“No! No!” Coconut shrieked on repeat.

“You don’t want that to happen again?” smirked Chrysalis. “Well it’s going to happen to one of you again, a death just as painful, if not more, but the other will be turned into one of us, and get to inflict that death upon the other. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“And trust me, you’ll enjoy it every bit as much as we enjoyed this,” promised Twilight. “If in a more feral way.”

“So,” Chrysalis pushed them away from the throne, then pulled their little hooves to their pussies with her magic. “Rub your little slits, whoever gets the happiest the fastest, is the one that gets to murder the other and live.”

“Raping one another is also acceptable,” Twilight said. She didn’t define that, but hoped that at least one would figure out what she meant by context.

“I swear,” Chrysalis rolled her eyes. “They know what death and murder is but not masturbation? That just goes to show how brutal and primitive their race is.”

The two fillies looked at each other, fear in their eyes, which hardened to hatred. They both began rubbing feverishly, probably not getting much pleasure out of it yet but both determined that they wouldn’t suffer through that again.

“You know as innocent as they are,” Chrysalis purred. “It is delightful how little empathy foals have for one another.”

“Awww,” Twilight purred, pulling out one of the other foals from behind a column where she was hiding. “This one has a little Spike plush. A fan? I think I know exactly what I want to do.”

“I think you’re right,” grinned Chrysalis. She grabbed another little crystal, dragging their screaming form slowly towards the throne area. “Now, Toola and Coconut, make sure you watch what we do.”

Twilight got a good look at her filly, a teal one with a pink and purple mane, purring in anticipation. A quick scrape of her mind told Twilight that her name was Rock Candy and she was in fact one of Spike’s ‘#1 fans’. Knowing exactly what Chrysalis had in mind, she used her magic to give the little one another snooze.

“This is going to be amazing,” purred Twilight.

“I wonder if they break like crystal,” mused Chrysalis as she put hers to sleep for a bit too, one with a white coat and teal mane. Her name tag read ‘Glass Slipper’.

“Only one way to find out,” giggled Twilight.

With that, Twilight shifted her form into that of Spike. She was sure if this little filly wasn’t stupid like the other two, she’d have fantacised about fucking Spike, so she’d get just what she deserved: fucked to death by him. Being Spike aroused Twilight even more, the twin dragon dicks throbbing in front of her, thinking about how glorious it’d be when she got to betray her trusting slave.

“Delightful,” Chrysalis looked into the Glass’s sleeping mind. “Let them suffer and die at the hooves of one they trust the most.”

With that, Chrysalis transformed into a similarly looking stallion, having pulled the image from her victim’s brain. He was a rather large one, with a nice set of equipment that would surely leave his daughter screaming in agony. Unlike him though, Chrysalis certainly wasn’t so stupid as to not realize how amazing it’d feel inside his daughter.

“I’ll have the changeling that replaces her slut all over her Daddy,” Chrysalis chuckled. “Just to see what he’ll do.”

Chrysalis’ eyes lit up since she’d shifted the horn away, casting a spell over the throne room as well. It reformed into what looked more like a filly’s bedroom, an image also pulled out of little Glass’s mind. The other fillies were outside of the ‘room’ so sight of them was blocked. Their screams and sobbing were still audible, but that did wonders for the ambience.

Coconut and Toola were dragged into the ‘room', and whimpered at all the strange changes. They squeaked when Twilight and Chrysalis glared at them, moving their little hooves back to rub at their slits. Though they had no idea what they were doing, both noticed that it felt good and spread their hind legs out a little further.

Twilight picked Rock’s head up with a claw, careful not to use her telekinesis while in Spike’s form. She moved her face an inch from his and released the sleeping spell. Rock’s scream didn’t disappoint when she awoke, struggling momentarily in Twilight’s grasp, then blinked as she realized who it looked like.

“S-Spike!” she stammered. “You saved me! Hurry, we have to save my friends too! Did you kill the monsters?”

“No, I didn’t,” Twilight smirked. “I bought you from the monsters in exchange for a good dicking. I’m quite in high demand, you know.”

“I-I… wha?” Rock froze and Twilight could feel her little mind straining. Since they were ruled over by the Goddess of Slut, crystals did have somewhat better education, but that wasn’t helping much.

“I came to save you,” Twilight explained. “But when I saw what worthless little brats you were, I was disgusted, so I asked if I could end your pathetic life instead.”

Chrysalis couldn’t help but smirk at Twilight’s Spike act, but turned to her own little toy, dragging her up onto the ‘bed’ which had been her throne before she transformed the room. She shocked the little one awake, but waited for her to notice her surroundings.

“D-Daddy?” Glass cried out as she woke. “Oh thank goodness, I dreamed somepony foalnapped us and…”

Her eyes fell upon Twi-Spike and Rock, blinking a few times. “Oh uh… Spike helped rescue us?”

“Yes, I hired Spike to save you,” Chrys-Dad claimed. “And not just because I’m cheating on Mom with him every night. Honestly, I just wanted to be the one to snuff out your life, not let some monster get the enjoyment of it. Goodness, I can’t believe I finally get to fulfil my fantasy of raping you to death without any legal repercussions! No one will question that the monsters did this!”

Glass stared more as tears flowed down her face and she shook her head in disbelief, but the fact was they both bought it pretty well. These were pony foals after all, too stupid to recognize an obvious forgery when they saw it. They had no reason to believe that Spike and Glass’s father weren’t about to murder them for no reason other than fun.

As Chrysalis spoke, she pinned down Glass Slipper, looking down at her angrily while licking her lips. She little filly squealed in terror as the blunt tip that she thought was her father’s pushed against her tiny hole, but Chrysalis gave a good act of being a stupid pony that had never raped a foal before, slipping out the first few attempts to penetrate, enjoying her squirming for a moment.

“Come on, you little slut,” Chrys-Dad purred at the filly. “Open that pussy wide for Daddy.”

“But I love you!” little Rock cried as Twi-Spike pushed her down onto the floor on her back, his twin meats throbbing against her belly. “Y-you’re supposed to be my hero!”

“I’ll love watching you die, if that counts,” chuckled Twi-Spike. “And I am being a hero, I’m ridding the world of a worthless filly that does nothing but pine after a dragon that’s too good for her. Pathetic.”

Twi-Spike shivered, feeling her twin dicks against the soft foal fur, so close to the warmth that was her twin virginities.

“Daddy, why?!” Glass shrieked as Chrys-Dad finally got inside, the fleshy sound not unlike that of a cork being released from a champagne bottle. As Chrysalis held her by one hind leg on her side, the filly’s screams echoed through the chamber. Her legs flailed wildly, blood drooling down the shaft that invaded her.

“Because I hate you,” Chrys-Dad purred. “This whole time I’ve been pretending to like you just so I could get off on the expression of betrayal on your face as you DIE.”

Chrysalis’ attempt to convince the little one that Daddy wanted to fuck her to death instead of never touching her pussy was kind. Twilight thought the little one might be relieved that her father wasn’t as bad as she may have thought, but it seemed the filly was too retarded to appreciate the gift she’d been given and only struggled more. Regardless, her mind was a feast as it snapped easily, fully buying into what she’d been told as the pain wrecked her body.

Twilight’s partner seemed equally thankless about her selfless attempt to cure her of her unhealthy obsession for a dragon, an even more inferior life form than ponies. But it hardly mattered to Twilight once she pinned Rock fully and forced her twin shafts into both holes at once. She trembled in delight, feeling the foal’s nerves light up with a surge of pain as her pussy and asshole were broken in at once.

“Mmm, now how should I murder you?” Twi-Spike purred, licking the tears from the little one’s face. “Your friend’s dad is going to run her through with his cock probably, but mine aren’t really long enough for that because I’m a worthless, small-dicked cuck that lets myself be everypony’s bitch and gets constantly cock-teased by the mare I have a crush on. Maybe I”ll just eat you! Or burn you! Maybe both!”

Coconut and Toola remained at the side, doing as they had been told for a while at least and awkwardly rubbing at themselves with their front hooves. Though they couldn’t see the bedroom illusion their new crystal friends did, they were at least smart enough not to butt in. Coconut seemed the least enthused, looking sick as she watched her friends brutally raped, and finally leaning forward to vomit up a wad of cum that remained in her system from before.

Toola seemed slightly more sane about the whole thing, eyes wide as the process seemed to fascinate her a lot more. She panted more heavily, rubbing at herself more enthusiastically. When Coconut leaned forward to throw up, Toola slid up to her and straddled one of her hind legs, rubbing her pussy against her, earning a squeal of surprise from Coconut.

“What are YOU doing?” shrieked Coconut, but Twilight knew. Toola wasn’t aroused by the actions she saw as much as desperately attempting to survive. Even if she was too dumb to properly enjoy raping a friend yet, she’d wisely decided that doing something similar to Coconut would be the most likely to save her life.

“Good job little one,”’ Chrys-Dad said into Toola and Coconut’s minds. “It seems you’ll be the one that lives.”’

“W-what?” Coconut asked, then blinked as she got the idea too. She turned to Toola and pinned her down suddenly, trying to straddle her leg instead. This could get interesting.

Chrysalis wasn’t dragging out this murder too long. After all, it was more like snacking on popcorn than having a full course meal. Soon the horrified Glass couldn’t even speak as Chrysalis ripped through her tiny cervix, body bulging out grotesquely. With no magic to keep her alive, they could see her body discolor with internal bleeding as the massive girth crushed her other organs.

Soon even her screams were cut off as Chrysalis punched the back wall of her womb, knocking the wind out of her with each stroke. Chrysalis moaned as she sat up on her haunches, picking the little one up in both forehooves and ramming her down harder. It wasn’t easy to break through a womb with a blunt pony dick, but soon she managed, Glass’s body convulsing wildly as the thick meat pushed upwards into her lungs.

“I better hurry,” Chrys-Dad purred. “I want you to feel Daddy’s cock exit your worthless muzzle before you die. Then you’ll go burn in Tartarus, like all fillies too stupid to live, where you’ll be raped by demons for eternity.”

It was delightful how foals believed everything their ‘parent’ told them, though of course this filly was too stupid to appreciate Chrysalis’ attempts to comfort her. Despite the incredible offer to feel a cock push out of her muzzle, though, the thankless bitch of a foal still struggled wildly, greedily not wanting to die for the pleasure of her own father. Shameful. Any newborn changeling would jump at the chance to expend their life to make their parent cum, yet even a filly this old wasn’t generous enough.

“Glassy!” Rock cried as well, reaching for her friend.

“Oh, you don’t have to be jealous,” Twi-Spike assured. “You’ll die soon too. Besides, I devised the perfect way for you to suffer.”

Twilight used her magic to heat up the sperm within her, figuring that dragon sperm should be hot anyway, bringing it to scalding temperatures. Even if Spike’s dicks weren’t long enough to fully impale the little one, soon they heated to flesh-melting temperatures.

Rock’s pussy was cooked from the inside, steam bubbling from the bloody penetration as her secretions boiled within her. Twi-Spike sliced through her cervix and into her womb, which ballooned up from the steam before she’d even came. Her anus did the same thing, the smell of burning flesh and charred shit steaming from out of the hole as blood drooled from the openings into a puddle on the floor.

The filly could do nothing but sob, while Twilight could do nothing but savor both the face and surge of emotion from the broken and dying filly. Twilight moaned, moving quickly to orgasm, but holding it back. It was unbearably hot to snuff out a worthless life like this on a whim, but she wanted to have them suffer a while longer before her boiling how dragon sperm finished her off.

“I’m sorry…” Rock gargled out, such beautiful last words as she blamed herself for her own suffering. After all, it was her hero doing it, so he must have had a good reason, right? At least the brat would die knowing how much she deserved death.

Toola and Coconut’s struggle to rub their pussies on one another became more violent as Toola grabbed Coconut by the head and smashed her face-first into the corner of the throne. She shrieked as she tried to kick back at Toola, but Toola responded by kneeing her right in her already sore cunt.

“When I kill you,” shrieked Toola. “I’m gonna make art with your dead body as I do weird stuff to it with my pee hole!” The adorable attempt to say scary things definitely added a plus in her favor.

“I have to admit,” Chrys-Dad mused between moans. “A drone with an art fetish would be amusing.”

Chrysalis chirped as Glass vomited just prior to her cock tip popping out of her throat, the barely living foal looking cross-eyed at the bloody tip in horror. Slurping at her own tip as she kissed the little one, Chrysalis purred one more thing to her.

“When I’m done with you,” she promised. “I’ll do the same to Mommy too, and Grandma, and all your favorite cousins and best friends at school. Then I’ll put you all into a pile and have an orgy as I fuck all your rotting corpses.”

To make sure the ignorant foal knew what she meant, she pushed the images into the child’s fading imagination, making the terrifying scenario the last thing that flashed through her mind before her life faded.

Chrysalis moaned as she fell onto her back, now using the dead foal as a fleshlight as she yanked it up and down. Finally she creamed her load, spraying upwards in a fountain that rained down upon herself and the corpse.

Twilight rolled her eyes back too as she looked down at the sobbing face of her own toy. Rock shook her head weakly, broken at her beloved hero doing this to her, but now fully convinced that she deserved it. She could barely move to struggle, but her body rippled as heat pocketed built inside of it from the surging heat, her little heart thumping loudly in her chest.

When Twi-Spike went off, her cum was scalding hot. It swelled the tiny little womb and intestines, but didn’t pop them as much as melted them under the searing heat. Rock’s eyes widened at the intense agony as her blood literally boiled, flesh breaking apart as steam escaped.

Amusingly, a crystal pony did break a lot like actual crystal when super-heated, her body breaking apart in shards before her guts emptied onto the floor. Her last expression was delightful as her eyes popped out from the building heat within, utter shock that this much agony could have possibly existed.

As the two yanked their victims off their shaft, they plopped their corpses on the floor next to where Toola and Coconut were fighting. Toola smashed a rock over Coconut’s head right before Chrysalis faded the room, then grabbed her and pushed her face down onto the still-scalding hot body of their dead crystal friend.

As the room faded, Twilight grabbed for another crystal, this one favoring Applebloom an awful lot. She smirked in amusement as she turned the screaming filly over and looked at her name tag, which read Opal Bloom. She had been wanting to take Zipporwhil, but decided to go with this one instead since she didn’t get to murder the real Applebloom due to her earlier success.

But Twilight paused.

“You know,” giggled Twilight, dropping Opal and letting her scamper across the floor squealing again. “How about you take the last two fillies, Mother, while I take care of the winner of our little contest. I want the new drone to get some special attention.”

The winner of said contest was obvious. Toola had her ‘friend’ pinned to the floor, sitting on her face as she ground her pussy against her. She had gone from reluctant to seeming to actually enjoy it a little, barely even noticing the two monsters in the room as she repeatedly cunt-punched Coconut with both front hooves. The little one beneath her flailed wildly as she creamed all over her face, eyes rolling back as her young mind was shocked by her first orgasm. It was something she should have felt within minutes of birth, but better late than never.

Toola jumped when Twilight suddenly grabbed hold of her head, panic filling her eyes. She lifted her up slightly to keep the weakening Coconut from dying of suffocation beneath her, hearing the other filly gargle Toota’s fresh young cunt juice.

“N-no!” Toola squealed, but was too afraid to try to escape. “I won, though. I won, right? You can’t kill me cause you told me lying is bad before!”

“Relax,” Twilight purred. “You won. I’m going to make you one of us, then we’re going to murder your former friend and make her into art together. All you have to do…” Twilight wrenched a chunk of crystal from a column nearby, hovering it over to her. “Is gouge out one of your eyes with this, then fuck it with my cock-stinger.”

Twilight re-shaped her shaft into a quill, dripping with poisonous fluid, letting it bounce stiffly close to Toola’s face. They filly’s eyes grew wide as the shard was placed in one of her front hooves, but grasped it with her sticky hoof.

“Every time I think you have nothing left to amuse me with, you surprise me, dear Twilight,” Chrysalis purred.

Chrysalis dragged the remaining two foals, Opal and Zipporwhill, screaming and kicking towards her by their tails. She grinned widely, drooling as she licked her long tongue over her muzzle at the sight of them, and the feeling of terror only a foal faced by a monster could have

“You little things are like candy,” Chrysalis purred. “Your screams, tears, fear… delicious. It will always baffle me why more pony parents don’t do this to their foals of their own accord. I can’t imagine anything other than vengeance that is as hot as foal murder”.

She pinned Zipporwhil onto her back, forcing Opal atop her, belly to belly so their little pussies rubbed together, even if they were beneath appreciating it. Twilight’s Spike form had given her a craving with his multiple dicks, so she morphed her shaft to split into four pieces, neatly lined up atop each other in perfect spacing to take four virgin holes at once.

Toola’s little hoof shook, but looking over at Chrysalis about to do in her other friends was the encouragement she needed to continue. She closed her right eye, left eye twitching in an effort to stay open as she cried out, forcing herself to ram the spike in one corner. She pushed deep as blood poured down her face, at first trying to pry the eye out.

When that didn’t work for her, she screamed again, trying to push down the agony as she rammed the shard right into the center. She choked on her sobs as she dug into the eye, popping under the pressure. Gore and chunks of eye dribbled down her face as she stirred the shard around in her head.

“Good girl,” Twilight took the shard away, pointing at her spine-dick again when Toola opened her other eye.

It wasn’t easy for the foal to see through her own tears in her good eye to target, but clearly wanted to get it over with. She grasped Twilight’s hips with both front hooves, still sitting on her friend’s face, and rammed her face onto it. She shrieked with effort as she tried to push it inside.

“That’s right, thrust it,” Twilight ordered, but made no effort to move her hips, wondering how far her victim would get. “Don’t think I won’t just murder both of you and have a threesome with your corpses if you fail this. I’ll show you what REAL pain is, not that easy death you suffered before.”

Toola sobbed, but was delightfully broken enough to continue. She pushed her head on and off, fucking her socket with the shard. She grasped Twilight harder, straining with all her strength before she finally shoved it into her brain. At that point her body shivered as the first bits of poison were injected, arms going limp like noodles. She panicked at her inability to continue, flailing her limbs as she tried to twitch her head in an effort to keep thrusting.

Chrysalis chuckled at the antics as she enjoyed her own prizes. Four tapered tips invaded the victims’ pussies and asses at once, quickly expanding to a thick thorny meat, literal razor-edged spikes rammed into the fragile flesh tunnels.

The squeals of the two rang through the throne room as they were ravaged. Blood pouring from their under-utilized holes as pain shot through their bodies. They kicked their hind legs back at her pointlessly as she purred and bottomed out, grasping them in both hooves and jacking off her four dicks with their tiny bodies.

Though she’d like to take it slow, Twilight treating the new drone so kindly had her riled up, so she punctured their bodies with all her strength. Their forms bloated as their sobbing turned into gagging, forcing her way into their cervix, then out their little wombs and stringy intestines and into their guts. The pelvis’ snapped audibly, less breaking and more shattering from the sudden pressure.

Twilight pounded Toola's head so violently that it was a wonder her skull didn’t shatter as well. As the grub began pushing through her shaft, Toola stared at the squirming firm with her good eye, soul going cold in terror at what was happening to her.

“Help him through,” encouraged Twilight. “There’s no need to fear. He’ll fuck your brain into bits, expunge all your wicked pony thoughts, and turn you into one of us. You’ll be joining the saviors of the world, helping us rescue the inferior races with our throbbing cocks.”

To Twilight’s surprise, Toola raised a shivering hoof and attempted to squeeze the grub further along towards her eye socket. The weak effort made no difference, but it impressed her all the same.

“Good bitch,” Twilight purred. “Don’t worry, you’ll soon be better. I mean look at me. There was a time when I would have never harmed a foal, but here I am, raping and slaughtering them, knowing that it is the most natural thing in the world to do. I’m reformed, and you will be soon too… say thank you.”

“T-thank you…” Toola’s words were barely understandable as the grub crawled into her head and wrapped itself around her brain. Her body twitched violently all over as her new head-friend engaged in literal mind-fucking.

Toola emptied herself all over the face of Coconut, who had been whimpering beneath her. She squeaked as first Toola’s piss flowed over her, followed by her bowels releasing with a delicious gassy sound. Twilight pried her muzzle open, letting the slimy chunks of foal shit mix with the piss to make a nice soup before forcing her to swallow it.

“Disgusting creature,” Twilight growled at Coconut. “You’ll soon get your reward for being weak. I’ll enjoy watching you die screaming at the hooves of your ‘best friend’, but not as much as she will.”

“Fuck you are so hot with the grubs,” Chrysalis moaned as she watched Twilight’s technique. “You’ve improved beyond my wildest imagination… fuck yes DIE you little freaks of nature!”

Chrysalis came deep into the two foals. They vomited a mixture of her glowing green spunk and their own gore before she held their muzzles shut, letting their bodies bloat with the pressure within. She enjoyed the spasmed of their pussies and asses over her dicks as they entered their death throes, internal organs crushed by the pressure even before they burst. They exploded with such ferocity that their upper torsos landed several hoofsteps away as their lower bodies twitched, still impaled on the Queen’s throbbing, splurting cocks.

As Chrysalis was coming down, she looked to see Twilight making out passionately with Toola as her body began to twist and reshape. The transformation was just beginning, but the new drone had already accepted her position and was looking forward to the murder of her friend. She was even looking over at Chrysalis murdering her other two, one hoof rubbing at her clit as she did.

“You’re so good with them,” said Chrysalis, sincerely in awe. “Keep this up and I swear you’ll be queen of the new Ponyville Hive once we succeed instead of dead.”

Chrysalis paused, her own words surprising her. Up to that point, she’d fully intended to brutally murder Twilight and fuck her warm and then cold corpse through every stage of decay. Twilight too paused in her making out, looking over at her mother with shock in her eyes. Her mind filled with confusion, not sure if the promise made her proud at her own success or sad that her mother might not get proper vengeance.

“It doesn’t matter,” Chrysalis decided. “The old Twilight Sparkle is dead, which means my revenge on her is complete. She died an agonizing end and her eternal punishment is to watch her new self obey my every whim. If your friends are adequately hot lays, they may even ascend to assist you. Though... all this is subject to my whims if I'm especially horny.”

“Oh my Queen,” Twilight moaned. “I will not disappoint you, my mother, my GODDESS.” She grabbed Toola’s head, pushing her face against her pussy as she creamed herself in delight. The drone lapped up the profuse juice as her skin split apart and the transformation took hold of her, bones twisting and reshaping into her outer chitin as the grub merged with her brain.

“You’re influencing me,” Chrysalis chuckled, pulling the remains of the other dead fillies off her still twitching rods before they twisted back into one. “A bad influence, I must say, but one I can’t deny.”

“I know who my first princess would be,” purred Twilight. “Our little Applebloom.”

“Not one of your friends?” Chrysalis tilted her head. It wasn’t often one of her children sincerely surprised her. “I do see potential there, but you’re still acting too emotional like a pony.”

“I do still have much of my weakness to expunge, but still, I think she’d be good,” admitted Twilight, then turned to Toola. “Yes, good drone. Now let’s fuck this bitch to death again, this time she’ll stay that way and her juicy corpse will be yours to play with.”

“Fuck… corpse…” drooled Toola, evolved into her new feral state fully as her new ovipositor burst from her groin. It went right into Coconut’s already gagging throat, stretching out her neck as she began to thrust. Toola shivered. “Coconut’s corpse… will feast on… fuck… shit on… repeat…”

“Good girl,” Twilight purred, grasping Coconuts other end and pushing her down dick into her formerly repaired pussy, eager to break the toy again.”

Chrysalis drew closer, but mostly watched her princess at work. As she did, she casually wrenched Zipporwhil’s head off what remained of her torso, pushing into the neck hole and out the mouth, slowly masturbating with it. She wrenched off Opal’s head neck, pushing her tip into that neck neck. She had plenty of room, so she took first Rock and then Glass’s heads as well, pushing them all onto her dick like a foal totem pole and slowly pushing them up and down.

“I love you mother,” Twilight purred, slipping her own muzzle over the still emerged tip and moving to assist sliding the heads up and down.

As she did, she pushed her shaft deeper into Coconut’s twitching asshole. She pulled her head away from Toola’s shaft, instead pulling the squirming, sobbing foal upward. She continued to fuck her asshole as she faced her front towards Toola.

Toola didn’t have to ask what to do, her new changeling instincts kicking in. She grasped the other filly in all fours as she lapped the tears from her face, shivering as she punctured her pussy hard with her throbbing shaft. An instantly later her little hips were thrusting at three times the speed of Twilight’s relaxed fucking.

“That’s it,” Twilight encouraged. “Pussies are my favorite holes I think, so I wanted your newly minted cock to have this one before it was torn open completely.”

Chrysalis watched with further amusement, but kept going with their conversation.

“As for Applebloom,” Chrysalis said. “No, I don’t think so. You needed to get rid of certain traits of yours to be a great queen, even if I recognize the slight hypocrisy of that statement because of how you influence me.”

“Are you sure you didn’t want to go ahead and murder me to be sure?” Twilight asked almost hopefully. “I can make a few puns if that’ll help you hate me more?”

“Maybe, if it goes too far,” said Chrysalis. “But we’ll hold off for now.”

Twilight nodded, “I’m a bit disappointed that I can’t use Applebloom but… I accept my mother’s word of course!”

As chance would have it though, there was a spark on the hive as soon as Chrysalis was sharing that thought with Twilight. It was Applebloom, giving them a very interesting message.

“Oh dear,” Twilight purred. “This could be fun. There’s something I’ve been wanting to try, and didn’t get to with little Bloom.”

“Indeed,” smirked Chrysalis.

“Go ahead and rape this thing as long as you like before you kill it,” Twilight yanked free of Coconut, leaving her for Toola, who was still pummeling her pussy as she squirmed and nodded excitedly. “Since you’ve been such a good girl, you can use the corpse to decorate the throne room when you’re done.”

Chrysalis and Twilight moved to get ready for their soon-to-be-visitor, but didn’t bother cleaning up any of the foal remains. In fact, Chrysalis kept idly jacking off with the totem pole of foal heads and Twilight slurped at the tip while she herself masturbated with a leg hole.

It took Applebloom a while to arrive with their guest, but it was amusing to watch their progress through the Hive link. When they finally arrived, it was through a side passage that opened up for them.

Applebloom fluttered in first, giggling as she presented who was behind her. It was Thorax, carrying Cadance on his back as if he’d been rescuing her.

“W-what?!” Thorax shrieked when he saw the throne room was very much in use. “You said it was empty and we could escape through here! I was rescuing you!”

“I did say that, didn’t ah,” Applebloom giggled again.

“Well it’s a good thing we got this part in, at least,” smirked Chrysalis, stroking his shaft once more to let the foal heads clatter onto the floor. “Else the chapter title would have made no sense.”