Breaking Twilight

Part One:
Breaking Twilight

The first thing that Twilight noticed as she came to was the smell. Or more accurately, the stench. A foul, bitter odor greeted her as she groggily opened her eyes. It took her a while to comprehend her surroundings - a dark, stone room with faint neon green glows illuminating passageways leading out in different directions.

A hard, stone-cold floor pressed into her body, and the alicorn weakly pushed up off of it with a groan. In a half-sitting position, she desperately tried to make heads or tails of her situation. There was a constant, faint chittering sound, not unlike hundreds of light hoofsteps skittering around distant hallways, and the buzzing of insect-like wings.

Twilight looked around, trying to locate where the idle noise was coming from. It seemed to emit from everywhere around her, echoing around the empty room. Then, all of a sudden, it stopped, and an eerie silence surrounded the small pony.

“Well, well, well,” a hissing, echoing voice suddenly reverberated throughout the room, shattering the uncomfortable silence. “The little, purple princess is finally awake.”

Twilight’s eyes darted around the dark room, and she swung her head around into each corner. The distorted voice was oddly familiar, but she couldn’t quite place where she had heard it before.

“I had wondered about you for a while, you know,” the voice continued. “I heard the rumors about Equestria’s new princess of friendship. But I never would have guessed it was you.”

The alicorn could hear the contempt dripping off of the word “friendship,” even without seeing whomever it was that was speaking. The guttural, unnatural nature of the voice made a shiver go down her spine. “W-who are you? Where am I?” she finally managed to ask.

A chittering, cackling laughter erupted from the unseen speaker. “Foolish little pony,” it hissed. “Are you really too stupid to realize? I’ve been told I have a disssstinctive voice.”

As the creature emphasized its hissing slur, Twilight’s blood ran cold. Slowly, she came to realize who it was that was speaking, and where she must be.

“Chrysalis,” she said, a newfound anger filling her voice. “I should have known.”

“Yes,” the taunting voice replied. “You should have.”

Twilight suddenly detected movement above her. She looked up and watched in horror as Chrysalis came into view, crawling down the walls of the room like a spider. Her neck was unnaturally twisted back to glower smugly at Twilight as she hung, twisting the right way back around with a sickening crunch of bone and flesh as she reached the floor.

“Hmmm, you look a little uncomfortable over there,” the changeling hissed with a cruel grin. “Was it something I said?”

Twilight forced the disgust and fear back down, choosing instead to bury it beneath her anger. “Why am I here?” she asked, refusing to let Chrysalis see any of the anxiety coursing through her veins.

Chrysalis gave her a non-committal shrug. “Why not?” she asked. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re not alone.”

The room Twilight was in suddenly got brighter, a sickening green glow illuminating the entire space. She was in a cave, it turned out, but that wasn’t what grabbed her attention. Off to the side of the room, large cocoons hung from the ceiling, and inside each was a pony. The comatose faces of Celestia, Luna, Cadance, her friends, her brother, and countless others sent a chill down her spine.

“Y-you’ve been busy,” Twilight said, trying and failing to put on a brave face. The reality was that the sight terrified her.

Chrysalis let out a cackling laugh. “Drop the act, Princess,” she spat out. “You’re scared shitless. There’s nothing you can do, and you’re realizing that right now.”

The Queen was not wrong. For the first time in a while, Twilight had absolutely no idea how to fix this. She didn’t even know if she could hope for a way to fix this.

Twilight did not have time to dwell on this thought, however. Changelings began to crawl out of the shadows, and gathered in a group around Chrysalis and the alicorn. Their low, chittering hisses and hushed whispers sent chilled shivers down Twilight’s spine.

Chrysalis clearly revelled in her captive’s discomfort. A wicked grin was plastered to her face as she watched Twilight sink lower and lower into her defeat, a most wonderful juxtaposition from their previous encounter.

“My my… How the tables turn. Isn’t that right, little pony?” she hissed sarcastically. “It fills me with great pleasure to see you on the opposite end of this affair.” Twilight warily met her gaze, anxiety evident on her face. “Mmmm, yes. Soon, you will find out how delicious raw, untamed love is,” Chrysalis hissed as she idly paced around the outside of the group. “But unfortunately, you are not in a state to consume emotions yet. Your transformation has not yet begun.”

Twilight’s face paled at the words. “M-my transformation?” she asked, barely above a whisper. “My t-transformation into w-what?”

A cackling laugh dwarfed her feeble voice. “Why a Changeling broodmare, of course! What else?”

A new feeling of dread washed over Twilight at the realization. Chrysalis wanted her not only as a prisoner, but as a tool. She would service them, be of use to them. And that was so much worse than just being held captive.

“N-no,” she stammered in disbelief. “I won’t! I won’t do it!”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, little pony,” Chrysalis sneered. Then she turned to her drones. “Hold her down!” she ordered, and the swarm rushed in. Rough hooves grabbed onto Twilight’s four legs and roughly pressed her down against the hard stone ground of the cave.

“No, wait! Stop! Please!” Twilight begged as she struggled against them to no avail. Even if individually, the drones were weak, there were too many of them to fight off.

Chrysalis laughed haughtily as she watched the mare get pressed down against the ground. “Foolish pony,” she hissed. “When will your kind learn that it is useless to fight back, and just submit?”

Twilight barely paid any attention to the Queen’s words, too focused on trying to fight her way back up. She shrieked as something hot and slimy suddenly began to smear across her legs. The alicorn turned and watched as the changelings holding her down began to secrete a viscous green goo from their mouths, essentially webbing her down to the floor. She fought the urge to gag at the repulsive feeling of it matting down her fur.

Eventually, she was held down by the substance alone, her body spread eagle across the floor. The changelings skittered back and away as their Queen advanced forward, a salacious glint in her neon green eyes.

“And now, at last, the Pony Princess presented before me,” said Chrysalis, her voice nearly cooing. She ran a hollow hoof lovingly against Twilight’s cheek, and the alicorn twitched back away from the touch instinctively. “You’re mine, Twilight Sparkle,” she said quietly.

A cold shudder ran down Twilight’s spine at hearing her name on Chrysalis’ tongue. She tried her hardest to pull away from the changeling’s unwanted touch, but she couldn’t get very far. The slimy webbing around her legs had solidified into thick masses of a resin-like bonding. As hard as she tried, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Chrysalis backed away, her changeling swarm following. Twilight was silently thankful for the distance, but was incredibly wary of whatever was going to come next. The Changeling Queen appeared to be directing her subjects to do something, but the alicorn could not discern what it might be from the insect-like chittering.

Several changelings went over to the side of the room and latched on to the cocoons imprisoning Celestia and Luna. They bit through the slimey material tying them to the wall, and dragged them over to the center of the room. Then, with surgical precision, they sliced open the chitinous chrysali and tore the fleshy sacs open.

The limp bodies of the two royal alicorns tumbled out of their casings, ungracefully splaying out onto the floor. The action seemed to have no effect on them, and Twilight panicked for a moment, thinking the worst. However, their chests rose and fell with the miniscule motions of their breathing. They weren’t dead. At least not yet. Twilight had no idea what plans the Changeling Queen had in store for them.

The torn cocoons were discarded, and four Changelings stepped forward, two for each princess. They took a hold of their limbs, and unceremoniously dragged them right in front of where Twilight was restrained. Then, without any modicum of respect, they parted their highnesses' hind legs and dragged their tails out of the way.

Twilight quickly glanced away, not wanting to tarnish her fellow princesses’ dignity. “Oh, come now, Princess,” Chrysalis admonished playfully. “Don’t be a prude! Take a nice, long look at these pristine, pony princess pussies!”

A sickly green magic took hold of Twilight’s head, and she was forcefully turned to look at what Celestia and Luna had on display. Both of their vaginas were, in fact, what Twilight would call perfect. The young alicorn couldn’t help but be captivated by the forbidden sight, however, she was not prepared for what was to come.

Twilight looked on in horror as large, turgid horsecocks suddenly began to slide out from hidden sheaths beneath the drones with large, round sets of balls dropping down to accompany them. The massive endowments were almost comical in size, but the alicorn was too caught up in the fear of what was about to happen to appreciate such comedy.

“No!” she cried out. “Don’t!”

Chrysalis turned her attention back to her. “Why not?” she asked. “Do you want to take their place?” Twilight didn’t answer, instead unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of the changelings lining their cocks up with the sleeping princesses’ pristine rears. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn after them.”

And then, without any ceremony, the changelings slid inside.

There was no reaction from the sleeping alicorns as they got double teamed. The first changeling slid into Luna’s pussy with relative ease and a wet, slick sound as the thick rod of changeling meat parted the deep blue flower. A slapping sound started to steadily ramp up in volume in time with each of his thrusts. The one below had a slightly more difficult time squeezing its way into her tight anus, but it wasn’t long before he too began to steadily fuck Luna’s ass.

Celestia’s breath hitched lightly in her sleep as both cocks slid into her with little to no effort, and the princess involuntarily widened her spread legs to allow the changelings easier access. Twilight winced as she saw flecks of brown smear across the rim of the alicorn’s white anus.

They pumped in and out of the limp bodies, brutally fucking them without any remose or limit. They panted and groaned in pleasure as they pistoned their cocks in and out of the princesses, enthusiastically violating them as they quickly approached their climaxes.

It didn’t take them very long to do so.

Almost simultaneously, all four changeling drones hilted themselves inside their respective holes as they came, pumping their cum into the two sleeping princesses. The off white spunk spurted out around their cocks as they pulled out, and Twilight gagged at the gross sight. As one of the changelings slid out of Celestia’s ass, Twilight gawked as she saw it was not only stained with his cum, but also tinted brown to match the smeared mess around the white alicorn’s anus.

Without any hesitation, the four drones descended upon Twilight, dangling their used cocks in her face. Twilight grimaced and turned away, trying to avoid the turgid members, only to be met with the sight of another one.

“Clean them, Twilight Sparkle,” Chrysalis hissed. “Slurp the love off of their delicious cocks. Don’t let any go to waste.”

The Queen’s magic grabbed a hold of Twilight’s head, guiding the alicorn towards the first pair of phalluses. “No…” she whimpered as the damp members brushed against her face. “Please! I don’t want to!”

“Do it!” Chrysalis hissed, her magic prying the alicorn’s mouth open, and one of the changelings thrusted its cock into opening.

The salty taste of changeling cum and mare juice filled her mouth, and Twilight reflixely ran her tongue against the intruder. The oral organ slurped more of the spunk off of the dick, the slimy texture making the alicorn’s eyes bug out as she tried to pull away. But Chrysalis’ magic held her firmly in place, and she had no choice but to continue to fellate the drone.

As soon as the first one pulled out, a second took its place and she was forced to clean that as well. Twilight unenthusiastically allowed the changelings to wash their cocks in her mouth, providing as little oral attention as she could aside from a few reflexive licks. Between each one, Chrysalis forced her mouth to stay closed, proving no other option but for Twilight to swallow the sexual grime that clung to her tongue and lips before the next one slid inside.

Then, a dirty, brown dick was suddenly shoved in her mouth and Twilight nearly gagged. The foul flavor of pony shit rubbed off on her tongue, and Twilight was intimately aware that it was Celestia’s poop that was being rubbed off into her mouth.

She practically spat the dick out of her mouth as the changeling stepped back, his cock once again back to it’s proper color. Twilight tried to get the lingering taste out of her mouth, but was stopped as Chrysalis’ hoof reached under her chin and lifted up her head to look her in the eyes.

“Don’t fret,” Chrysalis said in what Twilight assumed was her most reassuring tone. “You’re going to hate this at first, I won’t lie to you. But by the end, you’ll be begging for my eggs, begging for my touch, begging for my shit…” the Queen trailed off as she saw Twilight’s eyes widen with each word. They practically bugged out of her head by the time she reached the end of the short list.

Chrysalis chuckled - a grotesque hybrid between a hissing cough and a wet chittering sound. “Hmmm, did that last one trip you up?” she asked, a wicked glint in her eyes. “If you’re going to be my broodmare, we need to make a few… anatomical changes. Namely, you need to be more like a changeling.” She began to slowly circle around Twilight’s immobile form.

“And tell me, Princess, do you know what sustenance a changeling derives nourishment from? Love. And tell me, Princess, can you consume raw emotions?” Chrysalis paused, looking down at the alicorn. “Can you?”

Twilight silently shook her head, not liking where this was going. “No, you cannot,” Chrysalis affirmed. “And to be quite frank, you never will be able to. That is an ability unique to pure, egg-hatched changelings.” She resumed her pacing, yet another evil smile taking over her face. “Which brings us to our main problem. If you must consume love to survive, how are you going to get it?”

By now, Chrysalis had done a full circle around Twilight, stopping in front of her once again. Her menacing eyes bore down into Twilight’s emanating pure evil intention. “There is no need for you to fret over this trivial matter, however. I am a gracious host, and thus I shall provide all of the nourishment you shall need.”

Chrysalis stepped in closer. “I consume lots of love. More than I need, honestly.” She patted her thin belly, mockingly poking at the gaunt flesh. “Does it show?” Twilight gave no response, still terrified as to where this exposition was heading. “So, as with most changelings, there is some unprocessed love that just… well I suppose you say it goes to waste.”

Oh, sweet Celestia, please no. Twilight silently begged to whatever deity might be listening that this was some sick cruel joke and she would wake up in Ponyville on her soft comfy bed and none of this was actually happening.

But Chrysalis’ movement anchored her back in reality as the Queen took another step closer to the frightened mare. “Oh, yes, that’s right. I can see that you know exactly where this is heading,” she drawled with a faint hiss. “But let me spell it out for you anyways.”

“Changeling feces is full of love, just ready for you to consume.”

And there it was.

“Oh I won’t bore you with the details, you’d probably enjoy it too much,” Chrysalis said with a wave of her hoof. “But just know that it’s the only real way for a non-changeling to actually feed on love. Of course, there isn’t a lot of it left behind. Most of it is absorbed by the changeling. We’re not that inefficient, obviously.” She bared her fangs in a wicked smile. “It’s no problem of course. That just means you’ll have to eat a lot more of it to get your fill. And we have plenty to give.”

The Changeling Queen leaned down even further, bringing her muzzle right up in front of Twilight’s. “So tell me, little pony, are you hungry?”

Twilight violently shook her head no. No way. There was no way she was going to do this. She would rather starve to death than eat Chrysalis’ rancid shit.

“No? Oh that’s too bad,” Chrysalis pouted as she backed away. “Cuz I have a fresh, warm meal cooking for you, already. I put a lot of time into it when I heard we were having guests.” A quiet poot came from behind her, and Twilight visibly paled as she realized what the sound was. “Oh, and it sounds like it’s almost ready!”

Chrysalis turned around, revealing her flank to the alicorn. The thin, translucent tail barely hid anything, but she flipped it up and out the way anyways, giving Twilight an unobstructed view of her rear.

“Oh, Celestia, please no,” begged Twilight, a twinge of panic barely hidden in her voice.

The Queen only laughed in response. “You can look for yourself, but I don’t think she’s really in any position to help you right now.”

The filthy anus in front of Twilight suddenly flexed, and an onslaught of foul air exploded against her face. The boisterous fart took the alicorn by surprise, and she unwillingly inhaled most of the noxious fumes. A rotten odor overwhelmed her sinuses, making her gag and choke on the anal air, trying to force it back out of her lungs.

Another fart ripped out into her face immediately after the first, this one more wet and more potent. Twilight clenched her eyes shut as she felt particulates of Chrysalis’ wet waste spew out against her face along with the nasty wind.

“Oh, you’ll have to excuse me, little pony,” Chrysalis cackled. “But you’d better get ready for more.”

Twilight barely heard the changeling’s condescending remarks, she was too busy focusing on not breathing in the stinky air. However that was becoming harder and harder as yet another disgusting fart blew out against her face. She couldn’t hold her breath forever. The alicorn was forced to take in a deep breath just as another rancid burst of air squeezed out of the changeling’s rear, and the scent knocked her back. But the changeling was to have none of that.

Chrysalis lit her horn and pulled Twilight’s face back up close to her smelly ass. She forced the alicorn’s face deep into her crack, pressing her nose right up against the wrinkled star as she let another stinky fart rip out into the Princess’ face. The hole opened and the puckered flesh vibrated right against Twilight’s nostrils, forcing the foul air right up her nose. She coughed through the thick stench and desperately tried to expel the toxic fumes from her lungs, but to no avail. Chrysalis just filled them with more.

Her mind was completely consumed by the potent aroma of changeling flatulence. Rotting, digesting something overwhelmed her senses. Twilight had no choice but to keep breathing in over and over again. How could anypony possibly have this much gas inside of them?

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Chrysalis stopped farting. Her anus continued to flex however, lightly sullied by the thick bursts of anal air she had produced. “Mmm, did you enjoy that, little pony?” she asked sultrily, flexing her asshole even more. “I certainly did. I was even fortunate to get a few whiffs of that mouth-watering scent up here.”

The Queen looked back and watched as Twilight gasped for fresh air, the pungent odor still hanging around her head like a cloud. “You’ll come to love that stench, Twilight Sparkle,” she hissed. “It’ll become your scent of home, your desired perfume, your life.” One more fart ripped out of her ass as if to punctuate her words, unwillingly being sniffed up by the purple pony’s nostrils.

“But, now, Princess,” Chrysalis continued, turning back around and grunting. “It’s time for your meal.”

The dirty, black anus twitched, its wrinkled surface began to pucker in and out. Light airy wisps of gas slipped out in time with the flexing, but their additions barely contributed to the smelly atmosphere.

Chrysalis’ butthole flattened outward under the massive load that was waiting in her rectum. She had been planning this for weeks - months even - and the Queen had been sure to save up a gratuitous amount of changeling scat just for her guest. “Are you ready, Twilight?” she asked with a resonating hum.

The alicorn frantically shook her head no. “No!” she cried out. “Please no!”

“Mmm, too bad… here it comes,” Chrysalis said as she began to push.

The anus pushed outward before it stretched open around the head of a massive turd. Chrysalis sighed as it started to slide out, the large chunk of waste pleasantly stretching her rosebud with its girth.

Twilight closed her eyes and turned away, desperate to get away from the approaching scat. The log pressed out against her cheek, smearing across her face as it continued to slide out. She whimpered as the gross paste draped over her, breaking in half and falling onto her fluffy chest below.

“Hold her mouth open!” Chrysalis ordered, and two drones swooped in to grab at Twilight’s face. She tried to fight back, but it was useless. Their hooves reached down and pried her muzzle open, holding it up to the wide open asshole in front of her.

Chrysalis’ anus flexed again, an airy fart sputtering directly into Twilight’s mouth as she started to push again. The puckered ring stretched wide around a second log of shit, crackling as it was pushed forward right into the pony’s waiting mouth.

The compressed texture of the poop slid across Twilight’s tongue, coating her taste buds with a disgusting, bitter flavor that nearly forced her to gag. Cleaning the changeling dick from Celestia’s ass was nothing compared to what she was experiencing right now. The foul taste seemed to seep into her tongue, the flavor threatening to overwhelm any and all of her remaining senses.

Tears welled in Twilight’s eyes as her mouth continued to fill with the stinky waste of the Changeling Queen. She refused to swallow, forcing the shit to pile up and collect in her maw. It packed into the pony’s mouth, filling it to the brim. The remainder of the poop that couldn’t fit slid out around Twilight’s wide lips and dropped onto her chest in a sloppy coil.

Twilight desperately tried to force the mound of horseapples out of her mouth, but Chrysalis continued to push more and more out. The mound on top of her was beginning to grow, the dull brown scat beginning to stain the pony’s pristine lavender fur.

It was not long before she had no choice but to swallow.

With a great amount of effort, Twilight bit down into the crap filling her mouth. Her flat teeth cut through the muck, releasing a much more potent and horrendous flavor than she could ever imagine. The bitter taste exploded into a conflicting mess of nasty, earthy glop. Her throat spasmed as she tried to throw up, but the absurd amount of feces in her maw prevented anything from actually coming up. The alicorn had no choice but to keep on chewing, and desperately try to choke the disgusting shit down.

Twilight managed to swallow her first mouthful, clearing room in her mouth for more. Chrysalis immediately filled the empty gap, her anus squeezing out another soft turd and packing it into the hole.

“You’re going to have to pick up the pace, Princess,” Chrysalis called back to her. “It would be a shame to let so much of my thoughtfully digested love go to waste!” Her goading was accompanied by even more shit sliding out of her ass.

Twilight did her best to keep up, if only to discourage further vocal intimidation. She chewed through the earthy muck, forcing it down her throat as more plopped in to replace it. Chrysalis did not relent, and she cackled as she deposited more and more scat on top of the alicorn.

“Eat your fill, little pony!” she cried through her maniacal laughter. “There’s plenty more to come!”

Twilight pulled herself backwards, leaning up against the rough stone wall of the hive. Sticky fluids - a mixture of piss, cum, and other unspeakable filth - matted down the fur all over her body. Her mouth was smeared with the thick, stinky remains of the changeling scat that she had just been forced to eat. Bile rose in the back of the throat at the fresh memory, but she forced it back down. She would not show any more weakness in front of her captors.

She looked down at her ruined coat, the once pretty lavender hair smeared and stained a deep brown with Chrysalis’ creamy shit. Twilight willed herself not to cry, not in front of them. Instead, she simply watched with defeated eyes as a number of drones hefted the limp bodies of Celestia and Luna up and back into their glowing chrysali.

As if to add insult to injury, a dull splattering sound filled the room as a pale yellow stream of urine suddenly arced onto Twilight’s breast. The hot fluid sprayed across her chest, soaking into her fur and dribbling down to her crotch.

Chrysalis stood above the alicorn, her hind leg cocked back like a dogs as she pissed onto her newly christened changeling slave. Twilight did not even lift a hoof to resist and reigned to just letting the queen continue to defile her. At least it would wash away some of the poop.

“I hope you enjoyed what will be your first of many meals,” Chrysalis taunted smugly as her pee stream tapered off and she lowered her leg. The tall changeling turned to tower over the alicorn. “And if you didn’t… well… just be patient. You will eventually.”

The evil smile somehow managed to dwarf the horror of the grotesque act Twilight had just endured. The pointed teeth signified so much more to come, and she was terrified. All she could do was hope that somewhere, somepony knew that she was missing, and knew where to come and find her. But until then, Twilight was on her own.

And there was only so much more of this disgusting, de-equinizing filth that she could endure before she started to break.