“Come and give her a mercy squeeze,” hissed Chrysalis, the words creeping over her fangs like wind through a thicket as she looked through you with her piercing emerald eyes. Her powerful presence as she sat perched on the end of your wedding bed taking you off guard as you had stepped out for just a moment to return to her leering over you like a chitin monolith. The queen letting out a crooked smirk, as she rolled her long and limber tongue over her jet-black lips as she seemed to savour the confusion on your face before the muffled screams from her belly informed you what she meant by her casual comment.

Your eyes widening as you saw your wife curled up in a tight fetal ball hanging from the changeling’s glowing midsection. The woman worming weakly inside the taut barrel, as she let out muffled meeps as she shrieked for aid. Chrysalis continuing her beaming smile, as she wrapped a hoof around the sphere that was your beloved’s bobbing head before giving a tender stroke as if to soothe the struggles echoing within her waxy carapace. Your eyes glancing from the lively lump to the door, as your instincts compelled you to flee from the confident predator, but with a sadistic sneer she shot down that plan with some firm words.

“There is no point running, it will only mean there are two shining rings in my morning dump instead of one,” she said casually, her spindled horn tilting slightly as if to highlight her proficiency in spells that would surely deck your magically challenged form if you decided to bolt. Your hands tensing into fists before slacking off as you knew you were defeated, the look of loss as hope faded on your face causing Chrysalis to chuckle callously as she knew she had you wrapped around her hoof.

“Good, good, you thought you could get away from me, but here you are bending to my will,” as she basked in victory after having swooped in on your wedding day just to ruin it with the defiling taint she pungently projected by her vehemently toxic personality. The changeling’s wings buzzing slightly as she sat sprawled upon her spousal swelling, her hoof casually stroking her conquest as she watched you tentatively approach her reclining perfection. The mare’s middle moving in animated flurries as your wife continued to buck and moan as the acids were doubtless getting to her under Chrysalis’ leathery hide. The black bug glistening lightly with perspiration from the exertion of containing her lively lunch as each motion rocked the mare weakly as it lulled the dominant shapeshifter into a won confidence that would conclude when the writhing woman capitulated to her more powerful biology.

“That’s right, join your Queen, I want you rubbing this retch when she spasms to a stop, a fitting punishment for her trying to steal my bottle of love,” goaded the queen, as her commanding tones nudged you forward to take your place at her side on the velvety sheets. The duvet crinkling as you sat down, Chrysalis leaning in to rest her lithe neck on your shoulder so her firm weight could cement her ownership over you. The smell of her sweaty shell thick on the air as it reeked with the pungent musk of avarice as she seemed to breathe in your defeat as her toy returned to her clutches with nary a fight.

“Don’t be so glum, you have excellent taste in women, her flesh was delectable upon my royal palate, the salt of her tears adding an extra spice when I slurped her down like the slut she was,” whispered Chrysalis, before she let out a low burp as some of the air that went down with her fidgeting food came back up. The changeling letting out a huff as she cleared her throat to blow the humid gastric gas into your face, and over the acrid tones you could swear you smelt your bundled up bride's favourite perfume as she marinated in the caustic cradle. The stench was enough to crinkle your lip as doubt came into your mind as you knew you were impotent to the whims of this mighty monarch as she rubbed her victory over you while even now the muffled mewls of your wife emanated from her sloshing stomach.

“I might have let you keep her too, but when she said we could not see each other anymore I knew she would just be another nameless person my ponut pinched off when I deposited them in my porcelain throne,” continued Chrysalis as she explained the sudden addition of a woman sized bulge to her normally slender middle. You knew it was only a partial truth, as it was not like she needed a reason to indulge, and she was just saying it to add justification to what she was inevitably going to do. The mare’s words interrupted by a loud scream from her midriff, as your wife pleaded desperately for you to save her, But they fell on deaf ears as Chrysalis drowned you in her corrupt charisma, as she exerted her dominance with but a few lewd whispers.

“She still thinks you will save her, but I can taste your emotions…” murmured the mare, her hoof coming to your groin as your manhood twitched awkwardly against her marauding frog. The changeling tasting the hormones coursing through your body, the emotional leech knowing you all too well as she licked the air to picture your internal conflict.

“… I know what you want, you want to see my stomach snuff her out like a candle in a gale, my body to send a storm to capsize her into nothing more than shapely meat to sustain the better woman….” She said, her saucy tones dancing down your sounding rod as she began to tickle your fancy with her salacious statements that in your heart of hearts, you knew to be true.

“… she is no different than countless others, human, unicorn, Pegasus, earth pony, in the end all blend into a textured turd where the only difference is how much the stubborn parts tickle on the way out, now enough with the games and finish her,” coldly stated Chrysalis as she gave her ultimatum. The queen’s hoof raising from your solid shaft as she guided your hand to her moving middle, so it came to rest a few inches south of your companion's bobbing bottom as she bucked in her biological bounds.

“Just a gentle press, just like all the other whores I have turned to waste, unless of course you would prefer to be spooning in my stomach?” asked the queen rhetorically as she already sensed your choice. Your hand touching the smooth chitinous case as your fingers felt the desperate ripple of your significant other's last stand as no doubt the acid was already getting to her perfect skin. Your mind racing as you realized you have the choice to smother the woman you loved for another, the thought intoxicating as your hand trembled at the choice as you were about to reduce your shadow that you woke up to in the morning in a loving embrace to nought but a quivering mass of simmering calories. The thought clouding your mind as instinct and the prodding of the more powerful female compelled you and with an assertive push, you struck the bottom of the bulbous stomach as you had done countless times before.

The eruption of gas spectacular as a raunchy burp blasted from between Chrysalis’ lips in a shower of spittle as her gut clamped down to claim its prize as your choice was made. The gut coming down like a crushing curtain as the confined space was vented of its atmosphere and the woman within immediately slipped into a spasm as the death dance wracked her body in a wobbling waltz. Chrysalis pulling you tight so you could feel every last twitch as she claimed your bird with the oppressive organ within her. You could have sworn you heard a crunch over the growling groans of the active motions of the claustrophobic cavity, but you could not be sure as your throbbing erection was actively pitching a tent in your pants. The diamond rod looming as each little sound engorged it further leaving you lightheaded from the storm of stimuli that came from such a personal act of digestive divorce. The haze of lust leaving you malleable to the whims of the changeling as in the flustering flurry Chrysalis took the opportunity to unzip your pants to expose your masculinity, so it reached for the sky with a trembling wave. The Queen holding you there until with one last flick your lady gave up on the mortal coil, as she was soon to transition to another more chocolatey one. Chrysalis letting you feel the moment the convulsions concluded leaving just a fresh corpse, as she had plans for you while the cadaver slushed to soup.

“That’s my boy, now let your queen reward you for making the right choice,” she said, belching up her meal's last breath, before craning her neck sensually so her moist maw descended perfectly on your solid shaft as she recompensed you for your loyalty….


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It seems that Chrissy did not take too kindly to having her man/love battery stolen from her by some two-bit floozy. Thankfully for the queen, she knows how to deal with such upstarts, though it's not going to end well for the unlucky woman.

A gift for a friend of mine done by the always talented  plaguetyranno

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