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// Chapter 1// Story: Chrysalis does mean things.// by GrayDaze//------------------------------//
         The day had been long and dark in the plain, and the stillness of the air made it feel much more somber than the overcast would have alone. Since the invasion had failed, the queen of the changelings had been spending more time away from her subjects than she ever had before, and in places she’d never been. She laid down in the open, but not as herself: anypony who might catch a glimpse of her would see Princess Celestia with her head laid down on the grass.
 
        Her size made her less suited for hunting as her kind were meant to, but in some ways, her restrictions could help when she was made to do the grunt work… or when she decided she needed to relieve some of her greatly built frustration. If her hunting kept her melancholy out of the sight of her subjects, all the better to protect her majesty.
 
        Thinking about it made her bare her teeth, and she dug her hooves into the earth. Chrysalis hated everything about her current situation. From how it wounded both her pride and her hive, to how she made herself excuses to leave the presence of disappointed changelings, and how she couldn’t even just disappear into any old pony settlement for some alone time like any of the lesser changeling in her command; all of it ate at her terribly.
 
        It was time she had her own fun, had some of her personal stress worked off, and she was tired of waiting for it to happen. She gave a dejected sigh, chin resting on the earth, and relaxed. She sprawled her legs in front and beside herself, letting her wings lie on the ground to either side of her. She’d normally never let herself appear as anything but regal and composed, but she had far less issue making her enemy seem so depressive to any ponies who may notice her without her seeing them.
 
 Chrysalis had just about resigned herself to another day lost to pouting, and closed her eyes… then she felt a prod at her side. She’d expected no luck today, but was surprised to turn and see a concerned looking earth pony stallion shyly stole glances at her, timidly. she just blinked a second before smiling broadly. now she had something to smile about, after all
 
 She dragged herself to a sitting position,stretching, before shaking her wings clean of the grass and drawing them back into her, all the while her unrecognizable company simply watched. He seemed too nervous to make eye contact with what he thought was his princess, lost for words. isolated in the middle of the large, empty field with no friends in sight, he did his best to return her earnest smile, amusing Chrysalis even more. This was going to been a good day after all.
 
 She knew exactly how to begin her fun, too. Chrysalis leaned down to his level, her face only a few inches away from the concerned citizen, making him try to lean back awkwardly. He was clearly uncomfortable but unwilling to take any action beyond watching his princess. Chrysalis would see the change soon enough, as she ponderously brought herself to bare on all fours, her stature much greater than the stallion who’d seen fit to stand with her. He kept his forced smile, looking between the focused eyes staring him into the ground and somewhere in the field to the left.
 
        Chrysalis let her glamour fall, throwing her wings outward. All at once a wave of unnatural heat struck the stallion, the sudden flash of bright green reflexively making him turn to shield his eyes. Even in the daylight, being so close to the magical flare was disorienting. The staggered stallion fell back to his rump, rubbing his eyes to try and focus again. Once he’d recovered from the flash, he looked back to see a very different face than his familiar princess’, one much darker, and with a vicious smile showing teeth closer to a dragon’s than any ponies. In an instant, his expression changed from confusion to terror, and Chrysalis loved it.
 
        She beamed with glee beneath her sadistic vistage. She was going to torment this pony, and she was going to feel so much better for it. The stallion was just beginning to shake off his fear-caused paralysis, but just as he started to run in his panic, an ebony hoof smashed down between his shoulder blades, crushing him into the ground and forcing the air from his lungs. He tried to crawl away, gasping, but Chrysalis wouldn’t have that. She brought her weight forward on to him. His gasp for air was crushed into a squeak as Chrysalis made it clear he wasn’t getting away from her and his struggling was pointless.
 
        Then she let him go. Chrysalis raised her hoof off his back and watched with her unwavering smile as her toy curled up, wheezing to catch his breath again with eyes shut tight. As if remembering what exactly had pinned him in the first place, he snapped back to attention and gave a pleading look to Chrysalis. Even if he wanted to beg, he couldn’t breathe well enough yet to make the words. She watched as he turned back, and crawled a few steps away, confused. why make that display of power and let him go?.
 
        Chrysalis lunges downward at him, opening her jaws and snapping them shut loudly like a trap right before his face throwing a few thin strings of saliva to spatter his face. It must have sent her message well, as her entertainment found the strength to drag himself to his hooves and sprint away. She hunches down, bringing her head low and keeping her rear high. her tail twitches from side to side as she watches him stumble and cough, desperate to make distance between them. Hopefully he could keep it up for a while, if he collapsed before she got to play with him more she would be very disappointed.
 
 She waited until he had a reasonable distance from her before she gave chase. Even if she hadn’t hurt him by stomping down on her prey, her longer legs and stride meant he couldn’t stay ahead for very long. She was quickly gaining on the unsteady stallion with a casual jog. He kept checking behind him to find the large and bemused monster still fast approaching . Chrysalis’s toy could only redouble his efforts, thinking about how desperately he wanted to avoid seeing her teeth up close again. Chrysalis just kept grinning, and beaming, and licking her lips.
 
 The stallion panted and groaned, forcing himself to move as best he could despite his inability to catch his breath. He looked behind him one more time, knowing he was hitting his limit as his limbs stopped following his instructions. He glanced behind him and slowed when he didn’t find the dark, toothy figure nipping at his tail, but once again he was thrown to the ground by a hard impact. He ran head long into Chrysalis as she landed in front of him, her insect wings still out and buzzing.
 
 She kept her show rolling, the impact of the collision leaving her unfazed despite the force of the hit throwing the hopeful pony back to his butt. His breath had gone ragged, running without rest had broken him down quickly and he seemed to know it. His wheezing his face looked more forlorn than desperate, showing Chrysalis that it was time to move on to the next step.
 
 She locked eyes with her exhausted prey and laid down in front of him again. The pony looked suspicious and all too aware that her display was meant to show him how futile escape was. Chrysalis just smiled knowingly and waited patiently. She'd mellowed out somewhat, her cold heart no longer pumping as quickly now that the chase was over, but her grin and stare still clearly let the pony know that she wasn’t done with him.
 
 The stallion scooted backwards on his rear before finding the strength to stand again. Though his limbs still felt heavy, his breathing had calmed in the brief respite his tormentor had allowed. He watched her carefully as he started to backpedal, building hope that she was done with him when she didn't move to stop him. No hoof smashed him down. She didn't spread her wings, or even stand back up. She just waited, grinning.
 
 He turned away from her, ready to run again, when his vision suddenly had a sick, green filter fall over it. His body stopped listening to him, and he found himself almost totally paralyzed. He blinked, and tried to struggle and failed. His confusion built as did his fear as he was trapped by some unknown force. Then he was spun around.
 
 Chrysalis met his eyes as she turned him to face her, her horn lit up as her magical grip completely constricted him, freezing him mid-step. Then, she dragged him to her at a leisurely pace. She'd had her play time, but now she needed to put her toy away and move on with her day.
 
 She reeled him in, pressing the helpless stallion to her chest and wrapping her forelegs around him. Chrysalis’s magic cut off, and the green filter left the stallion’s vision, unobstructing his view of her smile. All four of his legs pressed against her and strained to push away, but Chrysalis may as well have been a stone wall. That was everything he had, and he was beginning to understand he never had a chance. Chrysalis hugged him tighter when she felt him go limp, giving up.
 
 Chrysalis’s teeth part, and her long tongue snaked its way down her captive’s face. Her still-extending tongue started to coil around his neck, wet and flexing as she feels him tense up , her tongue passing over him. The stallion’s breathing sped up, and through her sensitive tongue she felt him begin to shake. Chrysalis couldn’t be enjoying herself more, her excitement obvious again from how the wetness of her mouth was leaking over her teeth, dripping onto his face.
 
 He shut his eyes quick, the hot drops spattered on him as her tongue tightened like a noose around his neck. He felt the cool and flexing muscle writhe, he heard her warm breath falling on him, and he knew what was coming. All of the fight had been worn out oh him, and his spirit was broken. He just shook in her grasp, and waited.
 
 Chrysalis was just as ready, but far more aggressive. her tongue tightened it’s coil and began to retract. Her jaws parted farther, opening her mouth wide until the stallion’s head could fit between her teeth, and then they parted father with a grotesque squeaking noise as her cheeks stretched taut and thin. Her legs loosened around him, and she snatched her tongue back, letting him slip upwards directly between her teeth.
 
 Her food was choked suddenly as he was ripped upward by his throat. The tongue released his neck and took its natural place under him, aggressively sliding and over his chest. her legs gripped him again, but lower along him this time, and her limbs shoveled him into her maw and throat as her cool, rubbery skin flexes to accommodate the size of a full-sized pony.
 
 Panic struck him again as the suddenness hit him of what was happening. he opened his eyes and saw a little pink as the sunlight filtered through the thinly stretched throat he was being forced down. he was being eaten alive, and voraciously so. He felt his breath getting short and tried to push out his forelegs, trying to save himself once last time, but she resisted as he barely bowing more than it already was to fit him.
 
 Chrysalis let out a deep, angry, growl. She bore down her teeth sharply into his stomach and back, threatening to bite down if he annoyed her any more. She’d had her fun with him, but she was hungry now. She had little reservation about making a mess in this field, even if she’d rather avoid soiling herself in the process.
 
 He was still halfway down her throat when he felt those wicked carnivore teeth start to clamp down on his midriff. They slid easily into the soft skin letting smooth trickle of blood run down them both. The doomed stallion spent his precious, limited, breath yelping and weakly wiggling. His legs pinned by the fleshy digestive tract. He understood her message well enough; he didn't want his last moments to end with this creature chewing through him.
 
 When he composed himself to be spared an even grislier fate, Chrysalis let up and supported his lower half with her forelegs sitting upright on her rear. Her throat closed around him rapidly as the contracting muscles guided him down, squeezing more breath from his lungs.
 
 Soon enough, all Chrysalis had left were his back hooves. Her belly began to stretch and bulge, making room for him in her stomach as her throat was reforming its natural shape. Her tongue coiled around his rear hooves in one last, savory moment before she dragged them down into her dark maw and gulped.
 
 Her jaws crashed shut before his tail had finished it's trip into her and the power behind them cleanly bobbed his tail short, clipping the tip of his tail off. Just as the hair felt to the ground, he fell deeper into chrysalis, dropping into her hot, groaning, and wet insides.
 
 Chrysalis's meal was suffocating quickly, even as he finally splashed down into her stomach. Despite her body heat, the fluid was chilling on him as he felt himself be completely submerged, slick, rubbery walls pressed on every side of him. He had no freedom, no air, no way to escape as he hit her expanded belly. He tried to make a sound in his panic, but the fluid flooded his lungs.
 
 Chrysalis sat squarely up on her rump, panting and tired as she hugged her full stomach. She watched him struggle and gasp for breath while upside down through the green-tinted window her stretched midriff made into her stomach. When she saw him open his eyes at last and meet hers again, she licked her lips in a taunt.
 
 He was suffocating, then he was drowning he was sure, but he kept breathing still. Liquid filling his lungs, making him feel heavy. It wasn't easy, but whatever he was in was still breathable. For just an instant he was calmed by this discovery, but then he heard a low and bubbly groan from somewhere inside his new fleshy prison, and he remembered where he was.
 
 Chrysalis watched her captive struggled in vain against the opaque window of her belly. He could barely make it budge, before it sprang back on him, and Chrysalis cooed, the noise reverberating through her full stomach with odd clarity. His captor seemed to enjoy his efforts, as if his struggling felt good or soothing some how. His hooves rested against the transparency that was her stomach, and it bowed ever so slightly to the pressure like soft rubber.
 
 Breathing was getting harder. pushing the fluid into and out of his lungs took much more strength than air, and it was getting difficult, in addition to making his lungs and airway tingle and feel chilled like his skin. tasted vaguely earthy, like fresh leaves, but he didn’t dwell on it or much of anything. He curled himself up forelegs over his face, feeling more trapped than ever before and laboring for breath. He couldn’t think about anything besides his disappointment in this not ending faster than it was.
 
 A deep, low thud resonated through his whole body, shocking him. he looked out her stomach just in time to see her hoof come back down on the taunt window, making the bass noise shake his body again as she grind down, teeth on display. He had a flashback to tapping on the glass of a fish tank, before he felt her giggle and her uncaring eyes on him still. he wasn’t going to be left alone, even now.
 
 The fluid seemed to cloud as the first minutes passed. The stallion tried not to notice, but the tingle was evolving into pins and needles. Something stung his eye abruptly; he tried to brush it with his his forehoof, only to notice how much his fur had thinned out. He had a pretty good idea what the meant. He made a conscious effort to ignore the eyes above him. Another thumb resonated through him as Chrysalis poked and prodded for a reaction.
 
 Drawing breath got more difficult as he felt his diaphragm burn; he hoped it was from exhaustion. More giggling resonated from the thing that preyed upon him before faded into cooing. He didn’t want to think about what this monster was finding so enjoyable, but it was impossible. He curled over himself in a vain attempt to comfort himself and realized he was shaking. His vibrations must feel nice.
 
 In a matter of minutes the fluids in the claustrophobic tomb clouded deeper, and the stallion’s floating coat stung his eyes more. He was half-bare, squirming in his confinement for the slightest comfort. The stinging had advanced into burning sensation, as if he’d been soaking in alcohol. He wasn’t just shivering anymore, he tossed and turned with the little slack he was allowed in the creature's stomach. he tried to convince himself the moans that shook him as it’s belly stretched didn’t bother him.
 
  Chrysalis let out a barely audible whine as her belly clouded with fur to the point where watching through the haze was impossible. She wrapped her forelegs around her bulged belly and squeezed herself again, tightening around him. It could almost be mistaken for affection this time with how she nuzzled against herself so happily. Her meal pressed out against her again weakly, not struggling as much as fidgeting now. Chrysalis was appreciating all of the stimulation he brought. She’d always enjoyed taking her time
 
 It had gone dark for the stallion when Chrysalis huddled over herself, but his eyes were tightly shut anyway to keep the shed fur for irritating him. His chest felt ruined from the inside, he knew he’d be unable to force himself to breathe the fur-filled fluid soon. His whole body ached deeper as time passed second by second. Suddenly a violent jossel wracked his body, the motion more painful than the stallion could have expected. his whole body shook involuntarily as the pain took control.
 
 The cloud of fur cleared from the sudden motion. He hadn’t noticed how raw he’d become until something agitated it, but he hurt. All of him hurt. A red cloud drifted out of his lungs as he tried to cry out, clearly visible now that the motion had cleared the fur away. Giggling vibrated him again as his captor prodded her belly. The stallion couldn’t keep his body from shaking, too distracted by the progression from tingling to pain to notice how he’d stained his prison a dark red.
 
 The stallion wasn’t breathing anymore, but he didn’t notice as he finally regained control of himself, the pain restricting him to shivering. His eyes dart around the stained fluid before focusing on the darker steam escaping from his own mouth and nose. He couldn’t think coherently anymore as shock arrested his mind. The fur never resettled to obstruct the view again as it broke down and dissipated. He didn’t register the sharp cackling that shook his whole world, and he didn’t register the pain that came with it.
 
 Chrysalis was always happy to catch the moment where reality struck so violently. but she’d had her fun and more now, and decided she’d better start her way home. Chrysalis decided to hurry the process along with another prod of her firm belly, to verify she’d no longer get any interesting reaction from her food. His wide eyes didn’t waver. With a happy sigh, she made the conscious decision to speed things along. Her magical nature was full of wonders.
 
 She watched him shudder and shiver as more and more of him succumbed to her digestion. her direction made sure on some level, He got to watch, even he wasn’t all there to take it in anymore. The last thing she saw his vision focus on was her face. She smiled at the last of him before it joined the rest of his form.
 
 The queen’s thrills were over now and she was left just rubbing her belly, heavy and hanging with extra mass. She stood back up and shook her mane and tail to resettle them comfortably, causing her belly to sway. She’d had a good day after all, and made the most of it too. She just had one piece of business left to take care of before she could go back to her subjects comfortably satisfied, and judging by the strain on her insides, it wouldn’t wait until later.
 
 Chrysalis spread her hindlegs a step apart and relaxed herself. Her wings drooped  to either side of her as she raises her tail clear. With a deep, pleased sigh, she bowed her upper half down to the ground. Her tail subconsciously flicked about off to it’s side with her newly improved mood as she rested her head in the grass, faced behind her to watch the final moment she’d have with her newest prey
 
        Her forehooves dug slightly into the grass in a grip. The queens tail stilled, raise and away as she huffed a breath. it wasn’t often she let herself get this full without emptying herself, but she wasn’t regretting it. it wouldn’t be too difficult to get him out anyway, since she’d taken the time to make sure he was totally reduced to nothing.
 
        Chrysalis made a huffy sigh as she applied her internal pressure, squeezing. pressurized guts responding quickly, releasing a thick, bright green stream from her rear. Chrysalis begins panting as the pressure moves lower in her system, building up as a need inside her. quickly her colorful waste started to spool under her rear.
 
 Before the pressure began to wain inside her, a significant amount of her unlucky stallion’s mass was coiled in a fresh and colorful mass under her. it seemed a sizable portion of him had no place in the queen, but she appreciated his whole contribution to her being anyway. She chuckled, regaining her composure from her needed relief.
 
 Eventually the pressure from her insides diminished, and she new her day had come to an end and she finished emptying herself into the grass.Chrysalis took a solid look at the foil-sized grass-colored pile proudly before standing herself upright again. She made a bittersweet sigh, knowing her day was done, but glad to feel so much better about herself, stealing a glance and a forehoof-prod at her newly softened and expanded belly, before smiling. The heavier queen began to trot home, another green flash washing over her as she took Celestia’s shape once more.