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Chrysalis Domination pt. 2 - After Lunch
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GRENADIERAPPLE
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Posted on Apr 8th, 2014
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Copied on Apr 15th, 2014
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>evening
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>or as close to evening as it gets in Nightmare Moon's kingdom, anyway
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>you've finally finished rounds in the neighboring villages
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>you had to put down a minor skirmish in San Palomino, that took some time
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>the green mare leading the opposition showed some promise though
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>maybe she'd try to lead a siege on the castle; you loved it when new "heroes" came to break themselves against you
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>you leave that little hope in the back of your mind as you make your way down to Chrysalis' dungeon
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>as you pass the empty cells, you hope stuffing her like you did wasn't lethal
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>it would be a shame to have her die before you discovered what all she could do
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>then again, a creature that can't follow your orders or survive its punishment isn't worth keeping anyway
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>the two guards look shaken as you pass them, reaching for the door
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>one salutes and unlocks it, but neither look in if they can avoid it
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>a quick scan tells you why
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>the platter you'd left with her is barren
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>instead, her stomach bulges at the middle, pulling her whole body forward to strain against the chains holding her forehooves up
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>that's not half as interesting as what lay on the ground before her
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>a pile of blue orbs, dripping in a thin green liquid, each egg a little bigger than your fist
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>she looks at you dazed and struggles to pull herself more upright, but with a groan she sags back to her slouch
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>"Urp... please.. no more... food... mercy..."
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>her face looks pale again
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"For a creature who can't feed on meat or fruit, you sure packed away that tray of stuff,"
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>you reply, approaching the pile in front of her
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"What's all this though? Trying to hatch a few helpers while I was out?"
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>she watches as you reach down and pick one of the pale blue things up, wiping the green sludge off of it
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>you look it over, turning it about and holding it up to the light
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>"I could not help it... you forced me..."
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>she whines, still looking a little ill
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>that sounds dangerously like an accusation to you
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>you toss the egg back and forth between your hands, now that you've gotten a feel for the weight
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"You must be mistaken. All I forced you to do was make the choice between a belly full of food"
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>you reach forward and pat her bulging gut for emphasis, rubbing it with one hand
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"and a belly full of lead. Never said anything about laying eggs."
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>she watches as you chuck the blue shell over your shoulder
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>it lands on the dungeon floor with something between a crunch and a splat
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>nothing in her face changes, so you reach down for another egg, crushing it under your fingers
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>for a Queen willing to risk her life but not her army's, she doesn't seem to care about your casual infanticide too much
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>then it hits you
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>these are probably barren, if she's been hanging here without interaction for almost a week
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>you restrain your facepalm and stand back up, looking into her eyes
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"Well, no matter. I'll have them sent down to the kitchen and you can have a nice omelet for breakfast tomorrow."
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>that earns you the look of revulsion you were hoping for
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>you summon a guard, and set him to the task of collecting the changeling's futile attempts at a brood
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>when he leaves for the kitchen, you order him to return with a barrel of apples and a prisoner
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>under your breath, you tell him to choose one marked for execution
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>that way, you reason to yourself, if things go south all you've done is saved the effort of tying another noose
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>when he's on his way, you turn back to the queen and approach once more
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>you can tell she's still itching to sink her teeth into you
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>but now it's at least tempered with a bit of caution
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>she doesn't need to say a word, you recognize progress when you see it
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"So... it's been a bit. Where were we?"
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>you tap your finger on your chin, trying to remember
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"Oh, right. You were giving me reasons not to turn you and your hive into a delicacy for the gryphon chancellor and his entourage who'll be visiting next week."
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>you hold your hand out, offering her the chance to speak.
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"Come up with anything?"
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>"I..."
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>she looks you over, but this time it's not like a wolf sizing up a deer
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>more like an artist taking in her subject
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>there's a flash of green flame, and suddenly you're looking into a mirror
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>well, a funhouse mirror
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>she's managed to miss some of the finer details on your armor
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>and you're sure you don't look THAT fat
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>well... you have been sharing more cupcakes with Pinkie lately...
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>but still, there are subtle differences that tip you off quickly
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>"I can be your double. Take on the tasks you are disinclined to tackle yourself."
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>you ponder that a moment
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>it would be nice to spend more time on your own tasks
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>patrols and enforcement take up a lot of your day
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>but you shake the thought from your head
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>the guard comes back with the food you requested, and you roll the barrel of apples up to where Chrysalis-as-you is hanging
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>you pop the top and grab a single fruit, taking a bite from it as you wave a hand across your throat
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>she reverts to her black, overstuffed form
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>you take a second bite before stuffing the rest in the changeling's mouth
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>she whines like a scolded dog as it touches her tongue
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"Nice thought, but my job's not bad enough that I'd delegate it to you or anyone else. Eat it and then try again."
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>she just lets out a hiccup as tears form at the corner of her mouth
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>you sigh, exasperated
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"What, again? Do it or I'll have the guards feed you the whole barrel."
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>she sniffles but bites down, chewing another chunk
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>you'd think she was trying to swallow sandpaper, the way she struggled with it
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>but after five agonizing minutes, she gets it all down
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>her gut gives an ominous rumble as she pants, struggling to come up with another use for herself
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>"I...I can..."
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>she bathes in green fire again
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>Celestia, or at least a chubbier approximation, is in chains before you
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>"...pleasure you..."
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>she practically whispers
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>hmm...
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>now that's a bit more like it
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>you pick up another apple, but step close enough to get a good look at the pudgy copycat
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>there were still some minor details off
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>your fingers brush her neck; no tight black collar around it
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>they pull through the waving corona of her mane; she's still wearing her crown
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>you circle behind her and trace your palms down her sides
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>not as thin as you know her to be
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>you squeeze her waist and she lets out another little "urp" of discomfort
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>but as your hands sink into her soft, pliant assflesh, it's indistinguishable from the broken mare upstairs
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>you spread it apart, admiring the... craftsmanship, we'll say, of that powdery white ponut
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>as you come back around to her front, she follows you with her eyes, now looking more earnest than afraid
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>pressing one hand on her inner thigh, you lean in close, inspecting her shimmering eyes, flush cheeks, flattened back ears, pouting lips...
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>she makes her move suddenly, lips mashed to yours
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>you feel her straining into the kiss like she'd been without affection for months
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>you don't break it immediately
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>it's definitely not how Celestia does it
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>far more tongue (it's reaching for your tonsils)
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>but it's certainly not unpleasant
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>it's only when you feel that familiar slipping sensation around your temples that you stop
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>you open your eyes and meet Chrysalis' green orbs with a look that completely encapsulates the actual words:
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>'...really? Again?'
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>backing off, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand
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>"I... sorry? I didn't mean to--"
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>you backhand her in mid sentence
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>holy shit, was there something in her saliva?
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>the tips of your lips and top of your tongue feel cool, almost numb, like too much mint
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>under different circumstances, admittedly, you'd like that
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>not when she's trying to cast some sort of spell on you though
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"Okay, we're done here. Guards, fetch the whip. Obviously we--"
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>"No! No, please! I can do more, I just... I lost control for one second! I NEED some love, and you won't give me ANY!"
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"So the smartest course of action is to directly disobey me?! What the hell even is that spell?"
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>she's sobbing now, but you don't doubt she can cry on demand if the need suits her
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"Answer me you fucking roach!"
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>she hiccups, tears spilling onto the dungeon floor
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>the guard comes trotting up, a coiled whip in his mouth
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>you snatch it from him and begin to unwind it, circling to her back
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>"Please, I'm sorry! Really I am! I'll never try to touch your mind again!"
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>...
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>that stops you in your tracks
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"Touch my mind. You have a spell that lets you manipulate peoples' minds?"
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>"Yes! How do you think my people force others to give us their love?!"
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>you wind up and snap the whip, the blow landing across her shoulders
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>she lets out a hiss of pain, fresh tears rolling down her face
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"And you thought you could use it on me?!"
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>you snap it again, and a thin line of green runs down her back
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>again, and the line on her shoulders was an X
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>"T-tell me... you w-w-wouldn't... do the ssssame."
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>she doesn't bother trying to turn and look at you
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>you bring the stinging weapon down again, this one leaving a lash near her rump
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>you hate that she's not wrong
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>so you channel that hate into another swing
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>she howls this time, but apparently she's resigned to her fate
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"...Why didn't you lead with 'I can make people my puppets', if you're so fucking good at it?"
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>you puff a little; you really need to stick to that exercise regiment
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>a few good swings shouldn't take this much energy
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>"Because it w-worked... ssso well on y-you..."
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>you ought to give her another lash just for having the gall to be sarcastic
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>but the implications of having a puppet master in your employ are starting to catch up to you
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>you glare at the back of her head, then coil the whip up around your arm
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>making your way to the door, you beckon the prisoner in
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>the guards shove the terrified stallion through the door and slam it behind him
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>what a bunch of cowards
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>at the sight of the thing chained to the floor and ceiling, the stallion starts trying to back away
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>he doesn't know what she is, but he knows danger when he sees it
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>you drag him back to a place in front of the love-tick
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"This is your last chance."
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>both of your captives look terrified
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>you look over at the grey pone
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>he has a pickaxe cutie mark
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>but stranger things have happened, so you lean in and ask anyway
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"Do you know how to juggle?"
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>he shrinks back, looking terrified, before resigning himself to his punishment as he shakes his head
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"Good."
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>his eyes snap open in surprise as you turn away from him
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>you pull three apples out of the barrel and roll them over to him
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>he almost has his mouth around one before you speak
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"Touch those before you leave the room, and I'll make YOU eat the whole barrel."
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>that threat's been working really well today, you think
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>pointing at him with your thumb, you stare up at her
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"Show me a juggling act worthy of the Wrangling Brothers."
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>there is no sign of negotiation anywhere in your voice
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>there is no hint of doubt as to what the alternative is
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>she gulps and screws up her concentration, a wisp of green light flowing from her horn to his ears
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>sweat pours down her face as she forces him to his feet
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>you can see him struggling to move his hooves anywhere else
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>but slowly, mechanically, he gathers the red fruit up
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>he tosses one into the air, then another, catches the first
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>it's like watching a robot play catch with itself
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>the stallion almost manages to pull away at one point
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>but a flash of green and he's back to doing her will
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>you throw a fourth apple at him without warning and she incorporates it into his act
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>the same with a fifth
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>she even gets him to take a few bites as they arc through the air
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>eventually he's tossing nothing but cores, still in perfect rhythm
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>now that, you muse, is something worth reporting about
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>you clap slowly, looking over your shoulder at the straining queen
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"Enough."
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>the grey stallion drops to the floor in mid-toss like a lifeless marionette
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>the apple cores scatter every which way, one landing in his purple mane
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>Chrysalis looks to be on the verge of fainting
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>slapped around, stuffed full, whipped... she's had a rough few hours
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>you'd almost feel bad, if it wasn't entirely her fault those things had happened
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"How many can you control at the same time with this?"
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>"...I have not tried but three. Given time, I--"
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>you hold up a hand, and she goes silent
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>and here you thought she'd never learn
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"Can you hear what they hear? See what they see?"
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>"So long as I keep them near."
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>you nod, turning a few ideas over in your head
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>a spy that can manipulate other spies
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>you smile at the thought of goading a mare like Bonded Courage into trying to face you using her friends as puppets
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"...and your whelplings from the caves?"
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>she hesitates, knowing you won't like the answer
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>"They are loyal to me with their very lives, but they do not share my powers of control. Only illusion."
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>disappointing, but all information is good information
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>you sigh, and she stammers a bit
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>"B-but! They can be made to look like anypony! Surely you could find a use for them!"
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>even after today, she still gives a shit about her subjects?
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>you might have to bring Celestia down to meet this pone
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>show her how real rulers behave
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>you settle for a nonchalant shrug
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"We'll see. Oh, can you cast your spells while changed?"
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>she nods eagerly, transforming into a pink alicorn you don't recognize, her matted purple hair fluttering as the same ill-looking green magic she'd used before flowed from it
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>you smirk and she transforms back, not needing your order to do so
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>you pace a few more minutes, thinking about other uses for her
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>a groan from near the door stirs you from your pondering
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>the grey earth pone is awake again
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>you look over at Chrysalis
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>her mouth is actually watering as she watches him climb to his hooves
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"The fuck did you do?"
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>you look down at the dazed pone, who just shakes his head as you frown at him
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>he meets your gaze cautiously, then looks around, stammering as he realizes he's in trouble
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>"I... I don't... huh?"
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>you reach down and pick up the core in his mane by the stem, dangling it in front of him for him to see
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"Didn't I tell you not to touch these?"
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>he can't even seem to get sounds out anymore, just moving his mouth incoherently
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>you shake your head, acting disappointed that he can't follow such a simple instruction
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>maybe when you first arrived here, you'd have felt bad about this sort of deception
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>but seeing as how he was on the chopping block either way, you can't be bothered to show him too much sympathy
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>picking up the lead to his neck clasp, you pull him over to where Chrysalis stands, tying the leash to the spreader bar
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>to his credit, he at least waits until you're done tying to try pulling away
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>"Wait... please, I. I don't... I didn't want to..."
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>you roll your eyes and point at the changeling
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>she's almost too enraptured with him to notice you talking
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"Told you, that was your last chance. She listened, so maybe you should stay here and learn from her."
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>you look up at her
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>you still don't quite get how the whole "love eating" thing works
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>but judging from the look on her face, he'll do
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>you take the precaution of shortening the chains on his hooves
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>no sense letting her mind-control him into a position where he could let her out
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>you make your way towards the door, considering how best to word your memo to the Boss Mare
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>as you shut the door, you catch a bit of their conversation.
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>"Hello, little one. What is your name?"
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>Ah... uh... Diggin' Bones...?"
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>"A strong name for a handsome stallion... tell me, Diggin... who do you love?"
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>you shut the door behind you
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>yeah
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>you may send a guard in with a mop before you meet with her again tomorrow
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>one less noose to tie
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