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Chrysalis Domination pt. 6 - Sprawling Odyssey part 1
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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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>your name is Sprawling Odyssey
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>you are a bronze unicorn mare, being led in chains to what you assume is the execution chamber
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>the guards on either side of you stare straight ahead as they lead you down the stairs to the main cell block
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>you try to slow a bit as you round a corner and see a few familiar faces
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>Delirium, charged with seven counts of disturbing the peace, looks between the bars at you
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>she looks... bored?
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>Sparkle Shine looks like he's expecting a thrashing any second, eyes darting around his cage
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>the guards shove you to get moving again
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>Frostweaver turns his head to glare at you from the far corner of his cell
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>you jump when a blue pony lunges against the bars
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>she growls and barks like a hound as you pass
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>and then you're here
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>a wooden door is all that stands in the way of your doom
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>the guard knocks on it, and its swings open easily
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>you're shoved inside, tripping over the chains and landing face-first with a weak "oomph"
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>you look up and around just in time to hear the door slam behind you
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>a few things catch your eye
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>the pools of green liquid, some thin strands dripping from the ceiling
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>on the far table sit a collection of bottles, a few empty, along with a chalice and a bottle of wine
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>and of course you can't ignore the towering creature in black and purple
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>you can't make out his features, but from the way he stands, you'd have to guess he was smirking
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>none of that can compare with the thing in the center of the room though
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>chained by the neck, standing imperiously before you, is...
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>Princess Celestia?
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>her smile is warm and gentle, and for a moment it makes you forget all the atrocities of this forsaken place
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>you move to approach her, unsure how you'll fight the brute to get to her
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>but he doesn't move to stop you
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>he just watches as you trot to bow before Her Radiance
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>sweeping low, your horn almost touching the floor, you look up at her
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"Princess. I... I don't know why they have allowed me to bask in your warmth once more, but hail."
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>she beckons you closer and you obey without hesitation
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>up close her smile seems sadder, more resigned
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>"Sweet mare, now is no time to bow; I am Princess no more. I am here as a final comfort before you meet your fate. That is all."
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>the hopeful little smile you had vanishes
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>she's given up?
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"My... my liege?"
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>she lets out a resigned sigh and nods to the armored creature you passed
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>"The mercy he has shown me is to keep me here, alive, that I might soothe you on your way to your fate."
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>your shock is quickly giving way to anger now
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>how dare that... that THING keep the rightful ruler like this?!
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>your horn mirrors your anger, a glow starting at its tip
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"Well then, I'll show him mercy as well, and make this quick!"
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>"Wha- no!"
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>you turn and fire a bolt of concentrated hate at him
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>it slams into his chest and
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>does absolutely nothing
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>his smirk turns into a frown as he starts to advance on you
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>"Wait, please! Do not harm her, she does not know!"
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>the abomination slows, still glaring at you
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>he looks over to your leader and huffs
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>"Fine. That was her one, though."
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>you can't help but feel a swelling adoration for your ruler alongside the fear and hatred for her captor
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>when you turn back, she's staring at you intently, like you'd just done something very interesting rather than very stupid
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>"Little one, I'm sorry. But I am resigned to my use here. As should you be."
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>you stare into her eyes, not wanting to believe she's defeated like this
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>but before you saw her, you were resigned to your fate
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>you're quickly growing that way again
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>"Let me comfort you. Close your eyes, now, and think of they that you love most. Pick the one for whom your heart calls. I will let you see them and bid them farewell."
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>you never knew she had such a power
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>but you obey without question
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>how could you deny a boon from your Princess?
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>you are Anon, and you are doing your best to keep a straight face
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>luckily you've had some practice with the last few pones you've had brought down
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>the mind-control magic Chrysalis uses was annoying when she'd try it on you
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>but you're definitely beginning to see the appeal
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>to her credit, even without it she's a masterful actress
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>as she puts her silver tongue to good use, you appraise the scrawny mare she's working her wiles on
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>she's a tiny little thing, long legs and ears, thin little body
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>you catch a flash of her purple eyes as she levels her horn at you
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>this trick works better, you find, when you're here to draw their hate
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>it disappears into nothingness against your chest
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>and just like usual, "Celestia" begs your mercy
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>you can see her licking her lips at the adoration rolling off of her victim
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>but she holds back
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>discipline
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>the only love she's allowed to take is when she's in her true form
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>the last little pone who had their love drained before she completed the... procedure... had gotten a drop of Potion Nine on the tongue and sent back to their cell
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>it was an informative experiment
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>the guards had needed ear plugs for the two days before she was executed, she wailed so loud
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>next time, you told Chrysalis, you would give her a taste instead
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>that was almost three weeks ago, and she's been a perfect little pet since
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>the small-framed little unicorn closes her eyes and sits obediently, waiting for her Princess to ease her mind
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>the captive alicorn princess doesn't hesitate to deliver
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>instead of the gentle golden glow you know Celestia possesses, an ill-looking green forms around her horn
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>it wafts into Odyssey's ears, and with a flash of green fire, a pearl-white stallion takes Celestia's place
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>when she opens them, she can hardly contain her glee
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>her eyes are tinted green, unable to see the little inconsistencies and errors in her disguise
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>the longer it continues, the less she'll care about what "he" looks like
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>you close your eyes, obediently, and picture your beloved Stoic Sewman, his marble coat, his strong hooves, his soft eyes
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>Celestia's magic washes over you, a powerful force
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>it feels... off, somehow, but as the spell takes hold you reassure yourself
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>it's just the strain of her captivity, a voice reminds you
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>"Darling?"
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>your eyes snap open
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>Celestia is truly a goddess, to be able to grant you this
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>you don't know how
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>you don't CARE how
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>he's here
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>you fairly bowl him over as you rush to him, throwing your hooves around him
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>it's been so long; you had heard he was captured a week after you left to join the resistance
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>but here he is
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"Stoic... Oh Stoic, sweet Celestia thank you, I thought I'd never see you again!"
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>"No distance could keep me from you, sweetness."
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>his eyes are the greenest shade of blue you've ever seen them
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>it must be the tears in your eyes that make them seem that way, yourself tells you
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>he leans in and kisses you, forcefully
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>moreso than you're used to
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>the way you've always wanted him to, a voice says, and you can't help but agree
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>it's the passion of a couple separated by years and miles
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>somewhere in the back of your head, someone points out that this is a strange thing for your executioner to allow
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>but it's buried under a layer of pleasure as his hooves slide lower, pulling you close, so very close
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>you have to break the kiss for air, finally
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>unbidden, a question leaps from your throat
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"Where have you been, loveliness? I'm so glad to see you, but how...?"
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>he looks taken aback
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>you've never seen a more handsome blush, or heard a more endearing stammer
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>"I, er... that is, I've been fighting the good fight, you see. Resisting, being covert..."
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>you nod, not comprehending but willing to accept
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>"But I simply had to see you again,"
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>he leans in for another kiss and you happily oblige
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>who could turn down a handsome buck like him?
by SiM-Orphans
by SiM-Orphans
by SiM-Orphans
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