My Little Slaves - Chrysalis 9

Chrysalis Domination pt. 9 - Resurgence?
by GRENADIERAPPLE
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Copied Sept 2nd 2014

>"Hyah!"
WHAM
>you are Anon
>and you are on your ass, uncharacteristic for someone in your position
>as loath as you are to admit it, things may have spiraled out of hand a touch
>when you brought a small cadre of your changeling troop to Bonded Courage's hideout and goaded her into attacking, you were confident you knew her style
>between your cheap scenery-chewing villain act and the changelings disguised as her first in command and her rival-turned-friend, it wasn't hard to encourage her to attack you
>you'd been expecting to get ambushed during patrol all week
>what you hadn't been expecting was so bold a strike right outside your quarters first thing in the morning
>still recovering from last night's session with Zecora, you were woefully unprepared for a full-body charge to the gut
>so here you sit, the leftover haze from the zebra's "herbal remedies" evaporating in the heat of your rage at being interrupted
>but the green-coated mare doesn't give you the opportunity to use her as an outlet
>she's already off towards the stairs, charging down into the depths of the castle
>as you heft yourself to your feet and take off after her, your anger is colored by a modicum of excitement
>it's so much more interesting when they give you a reason to punish them
>it makes their capture and captivity more... right, you feel
>plus, the defiant ones always come back for more
>oh yes
>she'll be back
>but first things first, you've got to catch the little hero
>as you chase her, she ducks through passages and weaves around corners with a purpose
"Where do you think you're going?"
>you shout after her, indulging in a mad cackle of excitement
>it only spurs her to pour on more speed
>you pick up your pace to match
>you may not have rippling abs or bulging biceps, but over months of daily patrols, you've built up a hell of an endurance
>you could do this for days
"You can run, but you can't hide, bitch!"
>she chances a look over her shoulder at you, meeting your gaze
>just for a second
>your face splits into a manic grin
>and her visage hardens
>in one swift movement, she jumps and plants her hind hooves on the wall at the end of the corridor
>turns as she pushes off
>and headbutts you right in the fucking chest
"Heh."
>not this time
>you grab her around her middle in midair to soften the blow, her momentum knocking you off balance nonetheless
>the bear hug you administer squeezes the breath out of the rough blond-maned pony
>she lets out a cough and wriggles desperately in your grasp, but to no avail
>you nearly have her unconscious when a lucky kick connects with your chin
>your grip loosens for barely a second, but it's enough, and she scampers out of your grip and down the next corridor
"Get back here you cunt!"
>you snarl after her
>more angry at yourself for losing your hold than at her for taking advantage
>she's heading further downstairs...
>what the hell is she planning?
>to make up for her aching chest, she kicks over tables and suits of armor as she passes
>you lose sight of her once or twice as you dodge the obstacles between you and your prey
>it takes until you see the unconscious guards and that rotting wooden door swinging open to realize what you should've known the moment she slammed into you this morning
>she's here to rescue the prisoners
"Of course..."