Celestia writhed, trapped in the slime with her hands bound over her head.

"Do you expect me to surrender, Chrysalis?" she asked of the gloating monarch, her captor.

"Not at all, Celestia," purred the changeling Queen. "I want you to fight, to struggle, to writhe against your bonds. It will make my children's first meal all the sweeter."

The sound of the first crack of a changeling egg was like a gunshot and Celestia could only gasp in horror as she helplessly struggled to free herself from the fate Chrysalis had in store for her.