Author's Note

Alternate story for Blissey, and a few others. Have some Celery Pred! <3

Bonus Content: Good End

Celestia slept soundly in the luxurious bed, safe and comfortable. Except for a nagging feeling that formed a frown on her face, a notion or sensation of great energy very close by, as if there was a light in the room piercing her closed eyelids.

She slowly opened her eyes, homing in on the source of the disturbance - and in a moment of pure disbelief she saw none other than Chrysalis, the deposed changeling queen, standing at the foot of her bed, horn shimmering with crackling green energy. Celestia threw her head to one side and felt the radiant heat of Chrysalis’ energy blast strike the pillow behind her, vaporising it with a muffled fwop that peppered her neck with fragments of cotton and feather.

There was no time to think, no time to gather her own magic, with blind adrenaline she stumbled out of her bed - dragging most of the quilt to the floor - and barrelled toward the invader with her head down and weight forward. Chrysalis’ horn relit, but she was ill prepared to deal with such an aggressive counterattack, and Celestia crashed into her shoulder, tackling her to the ground in a jumbled pile of limbs and tails and wings.

The big princess was more than capable of going hoof to hoof with Chrysalis in a battle of magic, but in such close quarters she had another advantage - her weight. Celestia was no spring lamb, her padded hips and cake-rounded belly bore down on the changeling, pinning her to the floor under more than four hundred pounds of white alicorn muscle and chub.

“What is the meaning of this?” she thundered at Chrysalis, holding her horn against the floor with one hoof.

“What does it look like, you mule!” retorted Chrysalis, “I’m assassinating you!”

Celestia pursed her lips at this rather obvious answer, shifting her weight to smother the changeling’s squirms of attempted escape. She should have called for the guard, and let them drag the disgraced queen away in chains and magical bonds - but her blood was raging from both her abrupt awakening and the exhaustion of being under threat from the same villain again. She felt the tell-tale touch of Daybreaker in her soul.

“Enough of this,” she muttered in a voice of steel, “There is no court for you in this land, no prison or exile that will mend your ways. If you insist on villainous behaviour then that is exactly what I shall bestow upon you!”

With this ominous threat, Celestia pulled Chrysalis’ head and neck up so that they were facing one another, although the changeling's lower body was still pinned flat under the bigger alicorn, and Celestia opened her mouth, yawning over Chrysalis’ face, stretching impossibly wide. Was it the glint of a glowing ember in the fireplace? Or had Chrysalis seen a faint light in the pulsating throat of Celestia? Her eyes were wide in shock as the princess plunged her mouth over the startled intruder, taking in the entire head in one decisive gulp.

Chrysalis jerked and struggled, but Celestia’s iron grip was simply too much for her to pry free from, and before she could collect gather her wits to think of a magical escape, the furious princess had forced the former queen’s shoulders into her maw, pinning forehooves into place. The inside of Celestia’s esophagus was stiflingly hot, it compressed around Chrysalis’ head and stifled her senses, her muffled screeches of protest being heard only as muted nonsense by the princess. How had her plan gone awry so fast and so badly? She hadn’t simply been uncovered this time, she was in the grip of an unyielding trap from which there would be no escape, no bargaining, and potentially no return.

Celestia could sense the radiating panic from the wretched queen lodged half-way into her body, her trembling body twitched and twisted as she realised that her final demise had well and truly arrived. But Celestia was anything but sympathetic. She gave a satisfied gulp, her mouth taking in the changeling’s belly and lavishing hot saliva across it. It felt good to dish out righteous punishment without the interference of justice and due course - this would be the last time the evil despot would threaten the peace and security of Equestria.

She pressed her body down over her squirming prey, feeling Chrysalis’ head squeeze into her stomach and ebony hips were enveloped by white cheeks, and Celestia demonstrated her impressive strength once again by hoisting her meal up into the air and giving one enormous gulp that sent Chrysalis’ lower body slipping down into the alicorn’s belly. If Chrysalis had found Celestia’s throat unpleasantly warm, it was nothing compared to her belly. A veritable sauna of faintly glowing slime bubbled around her curled up body, and as her stringy tail plapped on top of her, the princess’s throat closed firmly and locked her into a furnace from which there was no escape.

Celestia stood up proudly, standing tall and looking slyly back at her sweeping curves and now engorged belly. It wobbled and writhed with its stricken occupant trapped inside, stuck in a melting pot that eagerly accepted its feast.

“Goodbye, Chrysalis, just wait for your body to get used to the heat and perhaps you can derive one last pleasure as you melt into soup, and earn a permanent prison on my hips. For what it’s worth, you’ll find the royal throne is quite comfortable. It’s what you wanted, is it not?”