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- Chrysalis Domination pt. 9 - Resurgence?
- by GRENADIERAPPLE
- (No url. I think this is an update to an existing paste)
- 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..."
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