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Chrysalis Domination pt. 9 - Resurgence?
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by GRENADIERAPPLE
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(No url. I think this is an update to an existing paste)
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Copied Sept 2nd 2014
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>"Hyah!"
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WHAM
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>you are Anon
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>and you are on your ass, uncharacteristic for someone in your position
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>as loath as you are to admit it, things may have spiraled out of hand a touch
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>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
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>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
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>you'd been expecting to get ambushed during patrol all week
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>what you hadn't been expecting was so bold a strike right outside your quarters first thing in the morning
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>still recovering from last night's session with Zecora, you were woefully unprepared for a full-body charge to the gut
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>so here you sit, the leftover haze from the zebra's "herbal remedies" evaporating in the heat of your rage at being interrupted
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>but the green-coated mare doesn't give you the opportunity to use her as an outlet
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>she's already off towards the stairs, charging down into the depths of the castle
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>as you heft yourself to your feet and take off after her, your anger is colored by a modicum of excitement
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>it's so much more interesting when they give you a reason to punish them
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>it makes their capture and captivity more... right, you feel
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>plus, the defiant ones always come back for more
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>oh yes
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>she'll be back
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>but first things first, you've got to catch the little hero
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>as you chase her, she ducks through passages and weaves around corners with a purpose
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"Where do you think you're going?"
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>you shout after her, indulging in a mad cackle of excitement
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>it only spurs her to pour on more speed
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>you pick up your pace to match
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>you may not have rippling abs or bulging biceps, but over months of daily patrols, you've built up a hell of an endurance
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>you could do this for days
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"You can run, but you can't hide, bitch!"
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>she chances a look over her shoulder at you, meeting your gaze
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>just for a second
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>your face splits into a manic grin
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>and her visage hardens
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>in one swift movement, she jumps and plants her hind hooves on the wall at the end of the corridor
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>turns as she pushes off
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>and headbutts you right in the fucking chest
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"Heh."
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>not this time
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>you grab her around her middle in midair to soften the blow, her momentum knocking you off balance nonetheless
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>the bear hug you administer squeezes the breath out of the rough blond-maned pony
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>she lets out a cough and wriggles desperately in your grasp, but to no avail
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>you nearly have her unconscious when a lucky kick connects with your chin
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>your grip loosens for barely a second, but it's enough, and she scampers out of your grip and down the next corridor
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"Get back here you cunt!"
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>you snarl after her
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>more angry at yourself for losing your hold than at her for taking advantage
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>she's heading further downstairs...
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>what the hell is she planning?
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>to make up for her aching chest, she kicks over tables and suits of armor as she passes
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>you lose sight of her once or twice as you dodge the obstacles between you and your prey
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>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
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>she's here to rescue the prisoners
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"Of course..."
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