This wasn’t possible…

… She ate me….

Fluttershy’s mind racing in tandem with her heart as she felt the sweltering stomach swelling to accommodate her frail form, as it slowly inflated to house the meek mare. The tart atmosphere burning the Pegasus’ nose hair, as the acrid air seemed to singe the inside of her snout with its foul presence. The oozing slide dumping her in the gut, the mare’s long pink mane trailing in behind her as the matted fur tickled Chrysalis’ tonsils as the lips eased closed in the wake of the prismatic pony as a hearty meal ended with a slow slurp of an exotic noodle of bright hair.

Fluttershy feeling a sweat breaking out over her trembling body, as she added perspiration to the dollops of drool and other digestive enzymes caking her coat with its pervading percolation. Unseen glands spurting what must have been saliva as she was basted in warm lubricants that seemed to infiltrate every nook and cranny as the clammy caress of the soppy spittle skirted along her intergluteal crack, forming small nipping ponds in the pert portals that sat beneath her lengthy tail.

Fluttershy cringing as she felt her body completely threaded through the tight ring that was the dilating stomach sphincter as the muscular bagel skirted over her quivering form, before gently easing closed over the crown of her head as it locked the pathetic pony into the hellish abyss of the queen's gastric sleeve. The mare falling in slow motion as her hind hooves hit a puddle of pooling acids that had congregated in the bottom of the kneading cauldron to welcome her to this pungent place.

The air within the confined space rapidly growing stale, as Fluttershy’s hyperventilating body hotboxed the caustic sack with her panicked breaths as her natural aroma mixed with the corrosive cologne of fermenting food. The strong spice of the stomach making Fluttershy retch as her eyes watered in the melty mist of the digestive domain as she settled in to stew in the dim darkness. The massaging walls glowing a brilliant green, as Chrysalis’ internal organs seemed to share her natural unnerving bioluminescence that seemed to pulse in a light throbbing with each beat of the monarch’s cruel heart.

Fluttershy not in the right frame of mind to be able to properly observe the beauty of her brutal surroundings as she teetered into shock from the barrage of tactile stimuli that had overcome her frame when she had been all so casually seized and swallowed. There had been next to no teasing, the horror of the situation making the pegamare freeze up, before she was rudely seized and swallowed with nothing more than a few confident gulps and a well-practised “S” ing of a svelte and swan-like neck to transition the pony into little more than a bulge in her barrel. The only contact after that being a stern hoof following Fluttershy down the throat as little more than a dull twitching lump of whimpering flesh.

The mare opening her mouth to plead for lenience, before the taste buds were assaulted by the sour stomach soup, causing Fluttershy to spasm as she sputtered at the bitter taste. The rounded lump she made in the changeling’s stomach swaying weakly with the frantic motions that were fueled on by adrenalin, making the mare bumble blindly like a flushed pheasant as her flight response triggered. The frantic flailing continuing for a few seconds before the stomach tensed and bound the bucking limbs to Fluttershy’s sides, leaving her little more than a weakly worming length of lively lunchmeat. The fight gaining traction within her as her natural predeposition as a doormat inclined her to simply mewl weakly and curl up and capitulate to the whims of the more dominant equine.

Chrysalis not even dignifying the pony within her with a response, as the bland bitch was now nothing more than a meal, a speed bump to overcome to torment her more interesting friends. Fluttershy was acutely aware of where she was and what happened to food once it entered the gastric system, as her imagination filled in the gaps as she shuddered at the thought of being little more than a log pinched off by a plump obsidian ponut after a tour of the winding lower bowels.

"But Chrysalis would not do that would she?" Questioned Fluttershy as the thought of murdering another creature for sustenance was foreign to her naïve sensibilities, not realizing that in the changeling’s eyes she was little more than a bundled package of love to be processed and shat out no differently than the pony might a slice of bread. The pony feeling her prison shift and move, as without a word the gaunt queen seemed to be moving somewhere more pressing than just staying in situ and sleeping off her snack. The changeling carrying her cargo without any effort as if the lightweight Pegasus was nothing to her more powerful body, as Fluttershy’s cell shifted with each step of the lithe mare’s hip waggling gait.

The heat seeming to slowly rise with each clop of the queen’s jet-black hooves, as the stomach began to gear up to grind Fluttershy into mince. The timid mare holding out hope that this was all some sort of extreme torture, as she felt her hide growing raw from the lysing lashings of enzymes upon her epidermis, eagerly trying to turn her demure body to chyme. Fluttershy trembling as over the din of digestion she could swear she could still smell Chrysalis’ waxy odour through acerbic air as even when trapped within her the queen's natural scent continued to assault the bunched-up Pegasus.

Chrysalis not deeming Fluttershy to be worth her time, as the only kindness she cared for was that the Pegasus would leave as a smooth shit. The menacing monarch soon growing tired of the shameful display of defiance within her, so after a few more steps feeling the feeble fidgets she just let out a burp and let the confined cunt flail for a few seconds before going still as she suffocated in the stifling stomach. The changeling mulling the flavours of fear in the belch upon her tongue, as her hoof felt the last convulsions of a pony converting into a simmering cadaver, as Chrysalis enjoyed the feeling of snuffing out the pathetic pony in a manner not more strenuous then she might extinguish a candle. Chrysalis savouring the moment, as she took the time to spit one last flurry of cruel vitriol at her victim before she let the anoxic environment take them.

“That’s right little horsefly, give yourself to me like the meal you were born to be….” Hissed Chrysalis as she felt the quaking resonating through her core as Shy gently bucked about in her last terrified moments as her burning lungs yearned to draw breath

“….. Don’t be sad, your friends will be joining you soon,” finalized the queen, as she got in one last jab at her vanquished foe, before the tensing ball of flesh went slack as Fluttershy checked out, leaving a hefty bounty of horse meat for the queen to digest at her leisure….

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Sometimes you have to eat bland food before you can get to the more exotic treats. Unfortunately for Fluttershy, she is one of these uninteresting meals, and it seems Chrissy has little time for such a dull dinner and simply wants to melt the mare and sap what magic she can leech of the pathetic pegasus.


A spontaneous collab between me and  shrabby where they showed me a practice image they did and I thought it would be fun to lemon, I hope you guys enjoy :)

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