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Chrysalis Domination by GrenadierApple

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  1. Chrysalis Domination by GrenadierApple
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  7. >your name is Anonymous
  8. >not that anyone seems to call you that anymore
  9. >the yellow pegasus on your chest, as well as the white unicorn you're using as a pillow, refer to you as "Master"
  10. >you stroke Fluttershy's pink mane idly, her warm hug and the rise and fall of Rarity's breathing setting you at ease
  11. >your ruler, Nightmare Moon, seems to delight in picking the most insulting pet name she can find for you
  12. >you find that a little sweet, in its own twisted way
  13. >she calls you "ogre" the way you might've called your Labrador "doofus" before you got pulled to Equestria
  14. >you accrued another name from the creature down in the dungeon earlier today
  15. >for some reason "prey" didn't resonate with you as much
  16. >maybe it was the way that the insectoid alicorn had hissed it
  17. >maybe it was the predatory gleam in her green eyes, or the way her tongue had run over her fangs afterwards
  18. >all you know is, you weren't a fan
  19. >the day hadn't gone how you were expecting it to, at all
  20. >which was a shame, it had started off so well...
  21.  
  22. >you'd woken up to Rainbow Dash's stray feathers tickling your nose
  23. >her wings were splayed out across the bed, as was her habit while she was asleep
  24. >she hadn't moved from your embrace though, she was still wrapped in your arms, snug against your body
  25. >clearing your throat gently, she lifted her head up, wings folding back to her side on instinct as she rapidly blinked the sleep away
  26. >you released her from your hug and she hopped off the bed
  27. >reluctantly, but she knew the rules by now
  28. >you gave her a passive wave and she trotted silently back to her room, peeking in to see if Octavia was up yet
  29. >a quick freshening up later, and you stood in front of the full-length mirror, dressed in your work armor
  30. >stepping out into the castle proper, you made for the main entrance, eager to get morning rounds over with
  31. >instead, a guard stood at curt attention outside your door
  32. >he saluted and passed you a scroll marked with a crescent moon insignia
  33. >orders from the top
  34. >"Report immediately to the Southern Dungeon. Ascertain the threat and possible benefits of the prisoner to the Crown. Exercise caution in speaking to them. Do not fail me. ~NMM"
  35. >you weren't sure why she always ended her written orders to you like that
  36. >maybe it was just how she was familiar with you, like "Sleep well, I'll probably kill you in the morning"
  37. >so down to the dungeons you went
  38. >there were just a pair of guards waiting for you at the door
  39. "Just the two of you? There are supposed to be minimum two guards for each prisoner,"
  40. >you start to brush past them
  41. >"Sir, yes sir. We were stationed here to guard the prisoner."
  42. >Huh... just the one? Surely there was space for one more in the main dungeon, odd that they had this one secluded
  43. >Anyway, you pushed open the door, the guards following close behind as you made your way down the corridor
  44. >a passive glance or two at the cells told you this part of the castle hadn't been used in months
  45. >Through the next door, though, was quite a different sight
  46. >hanging by her forehooves, a spanner bar holding her hind legs apart
  47. >ring around her neck
  48. >you'd never seen a pony quite like this before
  49. >you marched up to her, though your guards hung back by the entrance
  50. >you brought one hand up to her body, running it over the black armor-like skin on her flank and feeling her softer middle... thorax, you supposed?
  51. >you quickly withdrew it as her head snapped up, reaching for your dagger as the changeling queen hissed
  52. >her eyes met yours and you felt the familiar tingle of magic slipping over you instead of into you
  53. >the two of you stared for a few seconds as she recast the spell with the same effect
  54. >holy shit she was really going to go for a third try
  55. >the effort actually made you laugh, reaching forward and slapping her before she could muster up another bolt of magic
  56. "Whatever that was, quit it."
  57. >there's no malice in the words, you just honestly hated wasting time which is what all magic was to you
  58. "Now. You ever been captured before? Got a rough idea of how this goes?"
  59. >she glowers at you but stays silent
  60. >you count off on your fingers
  61. "Name, species, position, do you know why you're here, what makes you think you're a match for the Lunar Empire, etc. etc.?"
  62. >the black bug-queen just glares at you
  63. >you smile back smugly
  64. >this goes on for a bit, until it's obvious she's not going to say anything
  65. "...O... kay then. Guards, how long has she been here?"
  66. >"Ah... five day, sire."
  67. >you glance back at the prisoner as you make for the door
  68. "Alright, well, I'm sure you'll be hungry enough to talk in another five. See you then!"
  69. >you actually have the door open and one foot out of it before you hear her mutter
  70. >"Chrysalis. My name is Queen Chrysalis of the Verdant Hive."
  71. >well, you smile
  72. >that's better
  73. >you stay where you are, not bothering to turn around as you talk to her
  74. "Aaand?"
  75. >she pauses for another second
  76. >"I am the Changeling Queen, ruler of my brood of drones."
  77. >you spin on your heel, striding back to her with the same casual demeanor
  78. >dangling the reward of food over prisoners' heads was never your favorite method of coercion, but it was damned effective
  79. "Well, Chrysalis, it is just a delight to meet you."
  80. >you'd need a mop if there was any more sarcasm dripping off the word "delight"
  81. "My name's Anonymous, and I'll be your interrogator for today. So, what brings you to the scenic Canterlot Dungeons?"
  82. >Chrysalis rattles one of her chains experimentally, but it's still holding fast
  83. >you grab an emptied rations barrel and pull it over so you can sit on it
  84. >"I came to this land seeking to end what you now threaten me with: starvation."
  85. >well
  86. >no wonder your starvation bluff worked so well
  87. >normally pones at least put on a show of strength for a day or two before they started begging for you to come back
  88. "And you thought you'd come to Canterlot for that? Not that you wouldn't have been caught eventually, but why not go to Ponyville or Appeloosa, someplace with, I don't know,"
  89. >you pretend to cast out for the word
  90. "a, farm?"
  91. >to your surprise, this time she's the one that laughs
  92. >"You think I didn't try? The width and breadth of the land is covered with despair; the only place with even a morsel of love to sate my hunger was here."
  93. >what?
  94. >you decide to try and interpret that statement while she's answering more questions
  95. "Whatever. So where's the rest of the hive? No soldiers dumb enough to follow you in here?"
  96. >she looks a bit shaken at that
  97. >but she regains her composure quickly
  98. >"What few drones were not wiped out by the famine were too weak to disguise for long. I may have failed to fetch them food, but I will not let them be harmed due to my mistake. They are hidden; you will not find them."
  99. >you'd almost forgotten what a ruler who takes responsibility for their mistakes sounds like
  100. "I think you're confusing me with some other interrogator."
  101. >you hop off the barrel and pace back and forth in front of her
  102. >it made you feel like a supervillain when you got to do this, but you have too much fun with it to care
  103. "See, I'm not here to bludgeon you half to death and maybe pick up some answers along the way."
  104. >she watches your walk with a dubious glare
  105. >she's probably used to being on the other side of this
  106. "I'm just here to collect some information, make a few notes, and report back to the Boss Mare."
  107. >you jab a thumb at the ceiling
  108. "You work with me, prove to me that you're worth keeping around, I'll figure out a use for you and we'll come to an agreement. Or..."
  109. >you draw the thumb across your neck, then point it at the guards on the other side of the door
  110. "You fight me, and the only use I'll find for you is target practice for the guards after pulling your wings off."
  111. >another noncommittal shrug before reclaiming your seat on the barrel
  112. >her face has lost a little bit of its color
  113. >which is impressive given that it's pitch black
  114. "So. First deal. Tell me where your drones are, and the orders will be to capture instead of kill-on-sight."
  115. >she bites her tongue, mulling over her options
  116. >"You will honor your word?"
  117. >if this were another common pony she wouldn't have the luxury of your patience
  118. >but you can accept a little hesitation for her to decide the fate of her people
  119. "A man is nothing without his word. Don't lie to me, and I won't be made a liar."
  120. >she sighs, obviously not persuaded by that alone
  121. >then again, what choice does she have?
  122. >"...the caves near Trotston, about three miles south. Tell them their queen's black chitin has been broken, they should come quietly."
  123. >you nod, keeping your face neutral
  124. >the guards probably wouldn't have thought to check there for another month
  125. >thank the Moon for cooperative prisoners
  126. "Good choice. I'll send the guards out to fetch them in a moment."
  127. >you kick at the food barrel you're sitting on a couple times
  128. >it lets out a hollow thump
  129. "First, though, let's talk about getting you some food."
  130. >you lean forward expectantly, hands on your knees
  131. >this was what you actually enjoyed about dealing with prisoners: getting to know their ins and outs, what they liked and what they did
  132. "Tell me, Chrysalis... what would you say your special talent is?"
  133. >she gives you a blank stare before her lips curl into a devilish smile
  134. >if she wasn't restrained five ways from Sunday, it might've concerned you
  135. >"Why Anonymous, don't you know? I am a changeling. We all share a common talent."
  136. >there's a flash of green as fire licks up her body, engulfing her
  137. >you never really considered spontaneous combustion to be a "talent"
  138. >when the flames subside, however, you're looking at a near-perfect copy of Nightmare Moon, hanging where the changeling was chained
  139. >you very nearly started looking for the keys when your boss's voice bellowed to be released at once
  140. >the only thing that stops you is the eyes
  141. >you normally feel your chest tighten when you meet Nightmare Moon's gaze
  142. >but the pone chained up in front of you has those same green eyes as before
  143. >you pause, then put the key back in its place and give her a slow clap
  144. "Bra-fucking-vo! Guess I should've known from a name like 'changeling', but still, well done. I think that's worth a meal."
  145. >she lets out a little huff, obviously disappointed that you saw through her
  146. >still, the promise of food does seem to placate her a bit
  147. >you stride over to the door, leaning out of it to talk to the guard
  148. "You. Send a platoon to the Shimmering Caves outside Trotston, tell them to bring harnesses. Capture ONLY. If I hear someone 'accidentally' offs a prisoner, I'll see to it they 'slip' into a knife wound or two. Oh, and bring our guest some..."
  149. >you look over your shoulder, curious
  150. "Carrots? Apples?"
  151. >for a starving pone who's being offered food, Chrysalis sure has a weird way of showing appreciation
  152. >she's glowering at you, like you just made a joke at her expense
  153. "Uh... meat?"
  154. >she scowls harder
  155. >you turn back to the guard
  156. "Eh... have Octavia bring me a dignitary's sample and send that platoon out."
  157. >the door closes with a click and you turn around, confused
  158. "...What? That was the deal, talent show for some food. In case you forgot,"
  159. you reach up and rattle a chain for emphasis
  160. "you're a PRISONER."
  161. >whatever rapport you'd built up had apparently just gone out the window
  162. >she lets out an almost-feral hiss of rage
  163. >"Betrayer! Liar! You promise me food and offer me dirt and flesh! What of your word?!"
  164. >you frown
  165. >reaching up and over, you give an overhead chain a tug
  166. >the ring around her neck tightens as you hold it for a few seconds, her hooves thrashing in their bonds
  167. >when the anger in her eyes gives way to panic, you let go
  168. >and then give it one more tug, as she's breathing in, just for a second
  169. "First, another reminder: you're the prisoner. That crown counts for fuck-all down here. Show respect."
  170. >she only coughs in response, still staring daggers at you
  171. "Second: If you don't like the food I offer, you can go right back to fucking starving."
  172. >you wag a finger at her like you would a dog who crapped on the carpet
  173. "Third: you ever accuse me of breaking my word when I haven't again, I'll have you playing Cassandra in the middle of Canterlot Square, telling ponies all the tales they won't believe about how cruel I am to you."
  174. >you don't particularly care that she has no clue what you're talking about
  175. >she engages you in another staring contest
  176. >makes it almost a minute this time
  177. >"...I cannot sustain myself on crops or grains, meat or water. I devour love. All else to me is as ash and seawater is to you."
  178. >Octavia pushes the door open as she finishes speaking, bearing a tray of meats, cheeses, fruits, veggies, and breads
  179. "Well then, I hope you enjoy the finest ash and clearest seawater Canterlot Castle has to offer,"
  180. >you sneer
  181. >Octavia just stares at you, stoic as ever
  182. >your shoulders slump as you turn to her, happy to see your favorite maid
  183. >"I brought the food you requested, Master. I took the liberty of preparing an array of drinks, as well. Will this be sufficient, or do you require more?"
  184. >you give her a smile, though it feels like it takes a lot more effort than usual
  185. "No, as usual you've been a great help. I think this is all I need at the moment, go practice that Adagio for tonight."
  186. >Octavia's reserved, grateful smile drops so fast you have to pause and wonder if there was some way your order could be construed as an insult
  187. >you turn around just in time to see a sickly green light arcing off of Chrysalis' horn
  188. >she licks her lips as it fades away, the moment cut short
  189. >"Mmm. Now that was a nice snack,"
  190. >she smiles to herself, oblivious to everything else
  191. >you're actually stunned for a moment
  192. >you grab an apple from the tray and cross the room in four steps
  193. >pinching her cheeks, you open her jaw by force and stuff as much of the apple in as she can fit into her mouth
  194. >actually a bit more than she can fit, really
  195. "Chew it."
  196. >your voice is like ice
  197. >she doesn't even hesitate, choking as she tries to bite off a chunk
  198. >you push more in as soon as she has the first bite off
  199. >and more
  200. >and more
  201. >you make her chew the whole thing, core, stem and all
  202. "Swallow it."
  203. >her eyes are beginning to water now
  204. >you just hold your fingers over her nose and push her mouth closed with both hands, staring in her eyes the whole time
  205. >she gulps, the apple forming a visible lump as it travels down her throat
  206. >you reach behind you for the next piece of food
  207. >a tomato
  208. >down the hatch
  209. >after the fourth piece of food, you turn back to Octavia, who is back to her stoic stare
  210. "Did I not say to practice that Adagio?"
  211. >she nods once and takes off, moving at a quicker gait than usual
  212. >you reach over and grab one more piece of food
  213. >a raw filet of fish
  214. >you roll it up and push it unceremoniously down the changeling's throat, not even letting her chew it
  215. >she gags a few times on the meat as she gulps it down, but manages to finally get it past her esophagus
  216. >you step back, still fuming, and survey her
  217. >tears are running down her cheeks, but she's quiet other than the occasional cough
  218. "...If you're as starved as you say you are, I suppose I can see why you would think that was a good idea."
  219. >she opens her mouth to speak, whimpering
  220. >"Please, I needed-- it was so delectable... Without love I'll shrivel up and blow away! I'll make it up--"
  221. >your hand lands on half of a cantaloupe
  222. >her mouth closes so fast her teeth clack
  223. "Let me reassure you, it was not."
  224. >you shout for the guards, and they come running
  225. >you gesture to the plate full of food, including a raw steak, a decadent treacle, a pineapple, and some plums, among others
  226. "I will be back after my rounds. She can eat it in any order she wants."
  227. >you stare into her eyes, so there is no mistake
  228. "If I find one rind, one pit, one crumb uneaten, I'll pull her wings off myself."
  229. >you turn to the door and storm out, slamming the door open
  230. >just before you close it again, you clear your face, look back, and with the most saccharine-sweet smile you can manage, give her a thumbs up
  231. "Enjoy your lunch!"
  232.  
  233. >evening
  234. >or as close to evening as it gets in Nightmare Moon's kingdom, anyway
  235. >you've finally finished rounds in the neighboring villages
  236. >you had to put down a minor skirmish in San Palomino, that took some time
  237. >the green mare leading the opposition showed some promise though
  238. >maybe she'd try to lead a siege on the castle; you loved it when new "heroes" came to break themselves against you
  239. >you leave that little hope in the back of your mind as you make your way down to Chrysalis' dungeon
  240. >as you pass the empty cells, you hope stuffing her like you did wasn't lethal
  241. >it would be a shame to have her die before you discovered what all she could do
  242. >then again, a creature that can't follow your orders or survive its punishment isn't worth keeping anyway
  243. >the two guards look shaken as you pass them, reaching for the door
  244. >one salutes and unlocks it, but neither look in if they can avoid it
  245. >a quick scan tells you why
  246. >the platter you'd left with her is barren
  247. >instead, her stomach bulges at the middle, pulling her whole body forward to strain against the chains holding her forehooves up
  248. >that's not half as interesting as what lay on the ground before her
  249. >a pile of blue orbs, dripping in a thin green liquid, each egg a little bigger than your fist
  250. >she looks at you dazed and struggles to pull herself more upright, but with a groan she sags back to her slouch
  251. >"Urp... please.. no more... food... mercy..."
  252. >her face looks pale again
  253. "For a creature who can't feed on meat or fruit, you sure packed away that tray of stuff,"
  254. >you reply, approaching the pile in front of her
  255. "What's all this though? Trying to hatch a few helpers while I was out?"
  256. >she watches as you reach down and pick one of the pale blue things up, wiping the green sludge off of it
  257. >you look it over, turning it about and holding it up to the light
  258. >"I could not help it... you forced me..."
  259. >she whines, still looking a little ill
  260. >that sounds dangerously like an accusation to you
  261. >you toss the egg back and forth between your hands, now that you've gotten a feel for the weight
  262. "You must be mistaken. All I forced you to do was make the choice between a belly full of food"
  263. >you reach forward and pat her bulging gut for emphasis, rubbing it with one hand
  264. "and a belly full of lead. Never said anything about laying eggs."
  265. >she watches as you chuck the blue shell over your shoulder
  266. >it lands on the dungeon floor with something between a crunch and a splat
  267. >nothing in her face changes, so you reach down for another egg, crushing it under your fingers
  268. >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
  269. >then it hits you
  270. >these are probably barren, if she's been hanging here without interaction for almost a week
  271. >you restrain your facepalm and stand back up, looking into her eyes
  272. "Well, no matter. I'll have them sent down to the kitchen and you can have a nice omelet for breakfast tomorrow."
  273. >that earns you the look of revulsion you were hoping for
  274. >you summon a guard, and set him to the task of collecting the changeling's futile attempts at a brood
  275. >when he leaves for the kitchen, you order him to return with a barrel of apples and a prisoner
  276. >under your breath, you tell him to choose one marked for execution
  277. >that way, you reason to yourself, if things go south all you've done is saved the effort of tying another noose
  278. >when he's on his way, you turn back to the queen and approach once more
  279. >you can tell she's still itching to sink her teeth into you
  280. >but now it's at least tempered with a bit of caution
  281. >she doesn't need to say a word, you recognize progress when you see it
  282. "So... it's been a bit. Where were we?"
  283. >you tap your finger on your chin, trying to remember
  284. "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."
  285. >you hold your hand out, offering her the chance to speak.
  286. "Come up with anything?"
  287. >"I..."
  288. >she looks you over, but this time it's not like a wolf sizing up a deer
  289. >more like an artist taking in her subject
  290. >there's a flash of green flame, and suddenly you're looking into a mirror
  291. >well, a funhouse mirror
  292. >she's managed to miss some of the finer details on your armor
  293. >and you're sure you don't look THAT fat
  294. >well... you have been sharing more cupcakes with Pinkie lately...
  295. >but still, there are subtle differences that tip you off quickly
  296. >"I can be your double. Take on the tasks you are disinclined to tackle yourself."
  297. >you ponder that a moment
  298. >it would be nice to spend more time on your own tasks
  299. >patrols and enforcement take up a lot of your day
  300. >but you shake the thought from your head
  301. >the guard comes back with the food you requested, and you roll the barrel of apples up to where Chrysalis-as-you is hanging
  302. >you pop the top and grab a single fruit, taking a bite from it as you wave a hand across your throat
  303. >she reverts to her black, overstuffed form
  304. >you take a second bite before stuffing the rest in the changeling's mouth
  305. >she whines like a scolded dog as it touches her tongue
  306. "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."
  307. >she just lets out a hiccup as tears form at the corner of her mouth
  308. >you sigh, exasperated
  309. "What, again? Do it or I'll have the guards feed you the whole barrel."
  310. >she sniffles but bites down, chewing another chunk
  311. >you'd think she was trying to swallow sandpaper, the way she struggled with it
  312. >but after five agonizing minutes, she gets it all down
  313. >her gut gives an ominous rumble as she pants, struggling to come up with another use for herself
  314. >"I...I can..."
  315. >she bathes in green fire again
  316. >Celestia, or at least a chubbier approximation, is in chains before you
  317. >"...pleasure you..."
  318. >she practically whispers
  319. >hmm...
  320. >now that's a bit more like it
  321. >you pick up another apple, but step close enough to get a good look at the pudgy copycat
  322. >there were still some minor details off
  323. >your fingers brush her neck; no tight black collar around it
  324. >they pull through the waving corona of her mane; she's still wearing her crown
  325. >you circle behind her and trace your palms down her sides
  326. >not as thin as you know her to be
  327. >you squeeze her waist and she lets out another little "urp" of discomfort
  328. >but as your hands sink into her soft, pliant assflesh, it's indistinguishable from the broken mare upstairs
  329. >you spread it apart, admiring the... craftsmanship, we'll say, of that powdery white ponut
  330. >as you come back around to her front, she follows you with her eyes, now looking more earnest than afraid
  331. >pressing one hand on her inner thigh, you lean in close, inspecting her shimmering eyes, flush cheeks, flattened back ears, pouting lips...
  332. >she makes her move suddenly, lips mashed to yours
  333. >you feel her straining into the kiss like she'd been without affection for months
  334. >you don't break it immediately
  335. >it's definitely not how Celestia does it
  336. >far more tongue (it's reaching for your tonsils)
  337. >but it's certainly not unpleasant
  338. >it's only when you feel that familiar slipping sensation around your temples that you stop
  339. >you open your eyes and meet Chrysalis' green orbs with a look that completely encapsulates the actual words:
  340. >'...really? Again?'
  341. >backing off, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand
  342. >"I... sorry? I didn't mean to--"
  343. >you backhand her in mid sentence
  344. >holy shit, was there something in her saliva?
  345. >the tips of your lips and top of your tongue feel cool, almost numb, like too much mint
  346. >under different circumstances, admittedly, you'd like that
  347. >not when she's trying to cast some sort of spell on you though
  348. "Okay, we're done here. Guards, fetch the whip. Obviously we--"
  349. >"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!"
  350. "So the smartest course of action is to directly disobey me?! What the hell even is that spell?"
  351. >she's sobbing now, but you don't doubt she can cry on demand if the need suits her
  352. "Answer me you fucking roach!"
  353. >she hiccups, tears spilling onto the dungeon floor
  354. >the guard comes trotting up, a coiled whip in his mouth
  355. >you snatch it from him and begin to unwind it, circling to her back
  356. >"Please, I'm sorry! Really I am! I'll never try to touch your mind again!"
  357. >...
  358. >that stops you in your tracks
  359. "Touch my mind. You have a spell that lets you manipulate peoples' minds?"
  360. >"Yes! How do you think my people force others to give us their love?!"
  361. >you wind up and snap the whip, the blow landing across her shoulders
  362. >she lets out a hiss of pain, fresh tears rolling down her face
  363. "And you thought you could use it on me?!"
  364. >you snap it again, and a thin line of green runs down her back
  365. >again, and the line on her shoulders was an X
  366. >"T-tell me... you w-w-wouldn't... do the ssssame."
  367. >she doesn't bother trying to turn and look at you
  368. >you bring the stinging weapon down again, this one leaving a lash near her rump
  369. >you hate that she's not wrong
  370. >so you channel that hate into another swing
  371. >she howls this time, but apparently she's resigned to her fate
  372. "...Why didn't you lead with 'I can make people my puppets', if you're so fucking good at it?"
  373. >you puff a little; you really need to stick to that exercise regiment
  374. >a few good swings shouldn't take this much energy
  375. >"Because it w-worked... ssso well on y-you..."
  376. >you ought to give her another lash just for having the gall to be sarcastic
  377. >but the implications of having a puppet master in your employ are starting to catch up to you
  378. >you glare at the back of her head, then coil the whip up around your arm
  379. >making your way to the door, you beckon the prisoner in
  380. >the guards shove the terrified stallion through the door and slam it behind him
  381. >what a bunch of cowards
  382. >at the sight of the thing chained to the floor and ceiling, the stallion starts trying to back away
  383. >he doesn't know what she is, but he knows danger when he sees it
  384. >you drag him back to a place in front of the love-tick
  385. "This is your last chance."
  386. >both of your captives look terrified
  387. >you look over at the grey pone
  388. >he has a pickaxe cutie mark
  389. >but stranger things have happened, so you lean in and ask anyway
  390. "Do you know how to juggle?"
  391. >he shrinks back, looking terrified, before resigning himself to his punishment as he shakes his head
  392. "Good."
  393. >his eyes snap open in surprise as you turn away from him
  394. >you pull three apples out of the barrel and roll them over to him
  395. >he almost has his mouth around one before you speak
  396. "Touch those before you leave the room, and I'll make YOU eat the whole barrel."
  397. >that threat's been working really well today, you think
  398. >pointing at him with your thumb, you stare up at her
  399. "Show me a juggling act worthy of the Wrangling Brothers."
  400. >there is no sign of negotiation anywhere in your voice
  401. >there is no hint of doubt as to what the alternative is
  402. >she gulps and screws up her concentration, a wisp of green light flowing from her horn to his ears
  403. >sweat pours down her face as she forces him to his feet
  404. >you can see him struggling to move his hooves anywhere else
  405. >but slowly, mechanically, he gathers the red fruit up
  406. >he tosses one into the air, then another, catches the first
  407. >it's like watching a robot play catch with itself
  408. >the stallion almost manages to pull away at one point
  409. >but a flash of green and he's back to doing her will
  410. >you throw a fourth apple at him without warning and she incorporates it into his act
  411. >the same with a fifth
  412. >she even gets him to take a few bites as they arc through the air
  413. >eventually he's tossing nothing but cores, still in perfect rhythm
  414. >now that, you muse, is something worth reporting about
  415. >you clap slowly, looking over your shoulder at the straining queen
  416. "Enough."
  417. >the grey stallion drops to the floor in mid-toss like a lifeless marionette
  418. >the apple cores scatter every which way, one landing in his purple mane
  419. >Chrysalis looks to be on the verge of fainting
  420. >slapped around, stuffed full, whipped... she's had a rough few hours
  421. >you'd almost feel bad, if it wasn't entirely her fault those things had happened
  422. "How many can you control at the same time with this?"
  423. >"...I have not tried but three. Given time, I--"
  424. >you hold up a hand, and she goes silent
  425. >and here you thought she'd never learn
  426. "Can you hear what they hear? See what they see?"
  427. >"So long as I keep them near."
  428. >you nod, turning a few ideas over in your head
  429. >a spy that can manipulate other spies
  430. >you smile at the thought of goading a mare like Bonded Courage into trying to face you using her friends as puppets
  431. "...and your whelplings from the caves?"
  432. >she hesitates, knowing you won't like the answer
  433. >"They are loyal to me with their very lives, but they do not share my powers of control. Only illusion."
  434. >disappointing, but all information is good information
  435. >you sigh, and she stammers a bit
  436. >"B-but! They can be made to look like anypony! Surely you could find a use for them!"
  437. >even after today, she still gives a shit about her subjects?
  438. >you might have to bring Celestia down to meet this pone
  439. >show her how real rulers behave
  440. >you settle for a nonchalant shrug
  441. "We'll see. Oh, can you cast your spells while changed?"
  442. >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
  443. >you smirk and she transforms back, not needing your order to do so
  444. >you pace a few more minutes, thinking about other uses for her
  445. >a groan from near the door stirs you from your pondering
  446. >the grey earth pone is awake again
  447. >you look over at Chrysalis
  448. >her mouth is actually watering as she watches him climb to his hooves
  449. "The fuck did you do?"
  450. >you look down at the dazed pone, who just shakes his head as you frown at him
  451. >he meets your gaze cautiously, then looks around, stammering as he realizes he's in trouble
  452. >"I... I don't... huh?"
  453. >you reach down and pick up the core in his mane by the stem, dangling it in front of him for him to see
  454. "Didn't I tell you not to touch these?"
  455. >he can't even seem to get sounds out anymore, just moving his mouth incoherently
  456. >you shake your head, acting disappointed that he can't follow such a simple instruction
  457. >maybe when you first arrived here, you'd have felt bad about this sort of deception
  458. >but seeing as how he was on the chopping block either way, you can't be bothered to show him too much sympathy
  459. >picking up the lead to his neck clasp, you pull him over to where Chrysalis stands, tying the leash to the spreader bar
  460. >to his credit, he at least waits until you're done tying to try pulling away
  461. >"Wait... please, I. I don't... I didn't want to..."
  462. >you roll your eyes and point at the changeling
  463. >she's almost too enraptured with him to notice you talking
  464. "Told you, that was your last chance. She listened, so maybe you should stay here and learn from her."
  465. >you look up at her
  466. >you still don't quite get how the whole "love eating" thing works
  467. >but judging from the look on her face, he'll do
  468. >you take the precaution of shortening the chains on his hooves
  469. >no sense letting her mind-control him into a position where he could let her out
  470. >you make your way towards the door, considering how best to word your memo to the Boss Mare
  471. >as you shut the door, you catch a bit of their conversation.
  472. >"Hello, little one. What is your name?"
  473. >Ah... uh... Diggin' Bones...?"
  474. >"A strong name for a handsome stallion... tell me, Diggin... who do you love?"
  475. >you shut the door behind you
  476. >yeah
  477. >you may send a guard in with a mop before you meet with her again tomorrow
  478. >one less noose to tie
  479.  
  480. >"Your notes on the captive are enlightening. Forgo the morning patrol for this day. Explore the viability of a changeling army for use in the conquest of neighboring countries, or suppression of the endemic revolts. Do not fail me. ~NMM"
  481. >you read over the note again
  482. >you mouth the words "enlightening" and "forgo the morning patrol" silently
  483. >it's practically a glowing love letter from a pony like Her Highness; she didn't even write any death threats
  484. >you decide to skip the helmet this time, handing it to a passing guard with orders to have it delivered to your room
  485. >down the stairs, through the doors, past the guards
  486. >halting at the entrance, you look behind you at the empty cells
  487. "...I believe I told you to have that dissident caged here before I returned,"
  488. >you arched an eyebrow at the guard
  489. >he salutes smartly, but casts a glance to his side where his partner should be standing
  490. >"Sir, we have encountered a... difficulty, sir. Private Aegis should be back shortly with the tools, sir."
  491. >tools?
  492. >you shake your head and push past him
  493. >...well... that would explain it
  494. >the hapless earth pone you had left with the queen stares up at you
  495. >his expression is like you'd just beaten his wife to death with his parents' remains
  496. >horrified and heartbroken
  497. >he lets out a muffled moan and squirms against his bonds
  498. >but a thick, translucent green ichor holds him fast
  499. >his hooves are cemented in place under thick layers of the stuff, and his muzzle is stuck to the floor as well
  500. >a dab smeared across his back had managed to catch his tail
  501. >the poor bastard, to add insult to injury, is posed in what could only be described in "face-down, ass-up" position
  502. >you came down here expecting to find a shell-shocked pony
  503. >you wouldn't have been entirely surprised by chunks and pieces of a shell-shocked pony
  504. >but this
  505. >holy shit, whatever this is
  506. >Chrysalis is watching you with a smug smile on her face, her hair even more tousled than before
  507. >she hasn't moved from where you left her
  508. "So. I take it your meal was satisfactory?"
  509. >for the barest moment you see her start to answer honestly
  510. >she gives the poor pone before her a derisive look, even gets the first syllable out
  511. >"It..."
  512. >she flinches as she realizes the mistake she's about to make
  513. >and just like that her face is a mask of appreciation
  514. >"...was delectable. What love he harbored for his family and wife was tender and sweet. I would that he had more of it to give."
  515. >a diplomatic answer if you've ever heard one
  516. >which of course leads to the obvious question:
  517. "Liked it so much you decided to glue him to my floor, hm?"
  518. >she squirms for a second at your tone
  519. >mental acrobatics are always fun first thing in the morning
  520. >"Ah... how could I do such a thing? He... did it to himself! Another demonstration of my prowess."
  521. >well...
  522. >there certainly was no way she could have done this locked up as she was
  523. >so either she coerced him to cement himself here
  524. >or she forced him to
  525. >either way speaks volumes about the extent of her power over him
  526. >still, not the answer she knows you're looking for
  527. "You know what I mean. Why is there a pony stuck to my floor?"
  528. >you tug at an overhead chain, and the bond around her neck tightens
  529. >not enough to stop her breathing, but enough to make it difficult
  530. >"Because..."
  531. >she's scanning the room, everywhere but your eyes, hoping for an answer
  532. >"because..."
  533. >you tighten it a bit more, and she tries to move her hooves to her neck on instinct
  534. >the chains just rattle in response
  535. >"...I'm sorry..."
  536. >she chokes, trying not to use too much breath as she says it
  537. "For?"
  538. >her eyes start to water again
  539. >at least you can trust her tears more when they come from pain than regret
  540. >"...making a mess..."
  541. >you give her a second to go on
  542. >not picking up the hint, this one
  543. "And?"
  544. >"...and... forgetting my place?..."
  545. >ooh, good answer
  546. >not what you were going for, but good answer
  547. "Aaaaand?"
  548. >"and..."
  549. >her eyes widen as they flit around the room more rapidly
  550. >"and..."
  551. >a bit more pressure, and her throat's completely closed
  552. >she mouths words, but without breath she can't get them out
  553. >you let her struggle for a few seconds more
  554. "Sorry, was that last bit 'sorry for trying to worm my way out of a punishment for my own actions'?"
  555. >she nods desperately, finally meeting your gaze
  556. >you hold out a bit longer, tapping your finger to your chin in thought
  557. "Well! Good to know you're taking responsibility. That's all I needed to hear."
  558. >and you let the chain go
  559. >the black bug-like queen coughs and gags, sucking down stale dungeon air
  560. >the guards come in while she's still gasping, bearing chisels and hammers
  561. >wordlessly they set to work pulling the goo-covered stallion from his prison
  562. >you pay them no mind
  563. "So. Let's not beat around the bush, hm? You've proven to have some worth to the Empire; enough to keep you around, if circumstances are right."
  564. >she nods, obviously disgruntled at being thought of as a tool
  565. >at least she knows better than to voice that displeasure
  566. >the guards finally free the stallion's back legs and he flops to the ground with a muffled 'oomph'
  567. "Let's discuss some circumstances."
  568. >she still huffs a bit when she breathes, but she's in control of herself enough to nod cautiously
  569. "How do you bend your brood to your will?"
  570. >she looks at you nonplussed
  571. >you've gotten to know her hesitant look when she's forced to say something she finds unpleasant
  572. >this isn't that
  573. >nor is it confusion as to how to interpret your question
  574. >this is something new
  575. >"How... what? I don't. They just do as I tell them."
  576. >you give her the look that precedes a strangling session
  577. >all it earns you is another look of bewilderment
  578. "Bullshit. Everyone has a motivation. I refuse to believe your insects are 'loyal to you with their very lives' because they're bored."
  579. >it's like she's never even thought about this before
  580. >she shrugs, an impressive feat all on its own in her chains
  581. >you decide to try a different tack
  582. "You've never had a rebellion or an uprising? No changelings going rogue? Horseshit."
  583. >she just shakes her head, still trying to grasp the concept
  584. >you can't tell if she's just that protective of her hive, or whether she's genuinely confused
  585. >well, fear for her life seems to have worked pretty well so far...
  586. >you draw your dagger and cross the room
  587. >behind you you hear the changeling queen's previous meal break his front hooves free
  588. >but all of your attention is focused on applying just the right amount of pressure to the blade at Chrysalis' neck
  589. "So if I were to deem you worthless and end this discussion right now..."
  590. >the tone of your voice is actually more curious than threatening
  591. >she looks into your eyes, a hint of fear behind them but no more comprehension
  592. >"...The hive would die. I've probably no females left, so with no successor, the contract is null. They would just stop."
  593. >you furrow your brow in confusion
  594. >contract? Successor? "stop"?
  595. >you back the blade off from her neck
  596. >you're not certain about all of that, but from the sound of it, you can't just wrest control of them from her
  597. >any more than someone could wrest control of your little ponies upstairs from you
  598. >the only way they'd manage that is if they controlled you
  599. >so...
  600. >you sheath the dagger again and sigh
  601. "I suppose I can understand that. Their loyalties lie unwaveringly with you."
  602. >the guards finally have Diggin's mouth free
  603. >not that he says a word once he's up
  604. >he just waddles behind the guards out of the room
  605. "So then where do your loyalties lie?"
  606. >there is only one right answer to this question
  607. >but forcing her to mean it when she says it will be a trick
  608. >you send the guards out with instructions to fetch the apothecary
  609. >it would be nice to manage this without using her tinctures
  610. >but if you must, you'd rather have her on hand and prepared
  611. >"My loyalties lie..."
  612. >you hear the Royal Voice behind you
  613. >"...with whoever holds the key to my bonds."
  614. >even knowing it's coming, the sight of Nightmare Moon bound and chained gives you a second's pause
  615. >she bares her fangs in her usual sadistic grin
  616. >"How about you, my pet? Are we so dissimilar?"
  617. >her leathery wings flit and adjust themselves
  618. >"Do you not serve out of obligation? What loyalty do you really owe?"
  619. >you approach the Princess of the Night silently
  620. >her impression is really spot on this time
  621. >you stare down her lithe form, the midnight black of her coat, the gentle curve of her withers
  622. >it's really quite... accurate, you try to remind yourself
  623. >you'll play along for a bit
  624. "...I serve..."
  625. >you brush a hand to her face; she flinches slightly
  626. >the last few times she's felt your touch to her cheek, it hasn't been so pleasant
  627. >this time, though, you simply stroke her cheek and then reach upwards
  628. >you trace a finger along the sharp points of the crown
  629. "...the one who is best for Equestria."
  630. >the starry cloud of her tail wraps around your waist, pulling you closer
  631. >"How noble..."
  632. >she grins, as your hand moves to her chest
  633. >you can feel her breathing, shallow and fast
  634. >"And what is best for Equestria?"
  635. >both of your hands are on her thighs now
  636. >even if she wanted to, there's no way to deny you what you're planning to do
  637. >"Agony?"
  638. >she pulls you closer still, your eyes locked together
  639. >"Strife and struggle?"
  640. >your hand reaches between her legs, the tip of your fingers soft on her lips
  641. >"...Punishment?"
  642. >you brush her lips with your own and plunge your middle finger home
  643. >her gasp isn't due to shock this time
  644. >your finger is caught in a velvet vice, struggling to pull it in even as you withdraw it
  645. >you repeat the motion, pressing in further this time, the withdrawal slower than before
  646. >she huffs as you pump her with your fingers, palm massaging her clit
  647. >"Admit it. what's best for Equestria... it's you."
  648. >even beneath her dark coat you can see a blush forming
  649. >you never take your eyes from hers as you fingerblast your "Queen"
  650. >at the second finger she starts to squeak with each intrusion
  651. >her hips thrust toward your hand, and each time you pause she lets out a plaintive little whine
  652. >it's always cut short with another squeak as you start in again
  653. >at one point you pull completely out and her whole body strains forward, desperate to follow the source of its pleasure
  654. >you bring the sopping fingers to her mouth and she suckles at them greedily, tongue wrapping expertly around them
  655. >you return them to their rightful place, earning you a moan of pleasure
  656. >you can hear her breath hitching as the pace of her thrusts picks up
  657. >which is your cue to stop, pressing a finger against each lip to spread her as you pull away
  658. "Discipline."
  659. >her eyes roll back down, denied the crash she was expecting, confused by your voice in her ear
  660. "What's best for Equestria is discipline. Not just a punishment, but a lesson."
  661. >you press one finger just above her clit, barely touching it
  662. >no amount of bucking brings her any closer to release
  663. "You're trying to coax my love for her out of me."
  664. >her face, still flush with need, takes a darker look as you call her on her plan
  665. >and then her eyes roll back into her head as you grind you palm against her, a spurt of cum jetting onto your hand
  666. "This lesson is: if you want my love, like all the others, you will earn it. Show me that Chrysalis the Changeling Queen is loyal to me. Not Celestia. Not Nightmare. Not my pets. You."
  667. >you conjure up every bit of self-loathing you can and spit at her, before loosening your belt
  668. >she's caught somewhere between shock and confusion as you drop trou
  669. >you plan to make the word "hatefuck" an understatement
  670. >...just as soon as you deal with the potion maker who was just ushered in
  671. >well
  672. >this is a little unfortunate
  673. >haven't these guards ever heard of discretion?
  674. >"Greetings, lustful alien beast. I was told you had need of my expertise?"
  675.  
  676. --COUGH COUGH THIS IS DUMB AND DOESN'T FIT THE TONE OF THE STORY AT ALL COUGH COUGH--
  677. >the apothecary is a rather full-rumped zebra, short but squat
  678. >you look over your shoulder at her
  679. >you can see her mane, pointed straight up, behind a crudely painted wooden mask
  680. >she just stares expectantly, seemingly taking no notice of your bare ass or the fact that you're mid-rut with the ruler of the land suspended in chains
  681. >either she took lessons from Octavia in the ways of stoicism
  682. >or she's just this used to the madness that is Canterlot Castle
  683. >you turn around with a cough and beckon her over
  684. "Zecora. Thank you for coming, I have need of your knowledge. Do you have any potions that deal with matters of... love?"
  685. >she nods, seeming to understand
  686. >with a flourish she pulls out a huge array of bottles and tubes, bowls and plates from her saddle pack, laying them all at your feet
  687. >"This herb can be taken with your meal; it turns your stallionhood to steel. If instead duration you lack, on this hydra heart you snack."
  688. >this sounds like a sales pitch, and you wave your hands to try to stop her
  689. >you really did mean love, not sex aids
  690. >but apparently she's so practiced (or so enthralled with the subject) that she doesn't even notice
  691. >"this powder spurs a powerful need for mares to sup upon your seed. If teats of bounty you desire, use milkweed root and phoenix fire."
  692. >this seems like it's going to go on a bit
  693. >"To conjure rut is this salve's goal, works on stallion, mare or foal (but in four hours, if still you yearn, perhaps to me you should return)"
  694. >...
  695. >it's like a lewd Dr. Seuss
  696. >"sensitivity, texture, size; capacity or completion's prize. Filly-foolers, colt-on-colt, none can argue with results. Whether rider or the steed, I'm sure I can fulfill your need."
  697. >she stops and takes off her mask, scratching her chin with a hoof
  698. >"Or if instead you need a mate, I know of mares for a decent rate. Or stallions (I am judgement-free)! Er... why was it that you summoned me?"
  699. >she gives you an embarrassed grin
  700. >you shake your head, exasperated
  701. --THUS ENDS THE ZEBRA RIDICULOUSNESS--
  702.  
  703. "That's... huh. While not what I asked, that is interesting."
  704. >you'll keep the one that induces lactation in mind for if Celestia starts feeling motherly again
  705. >but back to your original point
  706. "I asked if you had any potions that dealt with love. Not lust."
  707. >she stares for a moment at the ceiling, then opens up a small pocket on one side of her bags
  708. >she passes you three vials of liquid
  709. >two glass and shaped like a heart, one filled with red liquid, the other with gold
  710. >the last made of pewter and ringed at the neck with a black vine covered in thorns
  711. >she points to the first, the amber liquid
  712. >"The first is called Felicity. It makes you a lover of all you see. Even in this eternal night, with Felicity, your day is bright."
  713. >she nods at the next, the rose-colored glass
  714. >"Cadenza's Tincture is on the right. It fosters love upon first sight. Use utmost caution; few can bend, that potion's outcomes to their end."
  715. >she doesn't bother pointing to or even looking at the last of the three
  716. >the light airiness of her voice is replaced with gravitas
  717. >"Those two I charge for; this, I do not. I'd rather it should be forgot. Heartbreak and sadness in equal parts, it freezes passion, hardens hearts. Its cruel effects you cannot rewind. Beware the sorrow of Potion Nine."
  718. >you remark on how small they are
  719. >watered down, they may last you the week
  720. >you'll probably need to request more when she has the opportunity
  721. >she shakes her head, chuckling at you in her strange accent
  722. >"I see that you are quite astute. But all these potions you must dilute. In water they all work quite well, though alcohol can strengthen their spell."
  723. >she begins to pack up her collection of containers
  724. >you cough pointedly and reach down for the hydra's heart
  725. >she offers you a coy smile in return, but doesn't stop you
  726. "These will do nicely, Zecora. You have both the Empire's thanks and mine."
  727. >you sign a release for the funds and hand it to her before she turns for the door
  728. >"Though I find the process crude..."
  729. >she remarks just before she shuts the door on you
  730. >"Congratulations on that brood."
  731. >...well THAT was cryptic
  732. >no no, you'll stand for a bit of oddity, but anyone would notice that tone of voice
  733. >it's the 'I'm-telling-you-so-so-later-I-can-say-I-told-you-so' voice
  734. >you look over at Chrysalis Moon
  735. >she's glowering at the door the zebra just closed
  736. >that pretty much seals it
  737. "For the sake of your gag reflex, you'd best hope this isn't a problem you caused."
  738. >you jog to catch up with the mare
  739. >she's halfway down the cell block when you manage to stop her
  740. >turning around with the mask down again, she regards you passively
  741. >"That hydra's heart should last you days; if you used it all, I would be amazed."
  742. >ha-ha-fuckin'-ha
  743. "What did you mean about my brood? What brood?"
  744. >she turns her head so that the mask points from you to the only occupied cell
  745. >Diggin Bones is sitting there, looking like he'd welcome death as a change of pace
  746. >now that he's not doubled over, you can see that his stomach is bulging with lumps
  747. >unless he's taken to eating stones instead of prison rations, that wasn't his doing
  748. >he rubs both hooves at what gut he can reach and moans
  749. >the guards just roll their eyes and smack a weapon against the bars
  750. >"Quiet down, dissident."
  751. >Zecora lets out her odd melodious chuckle
  752. >"He must have enjoyed getting filled, if of course he had free will."
  753. >she looks back up at you
  754. >the mask rotates as she tilts her head
  755. >"Are you surprised to learn his plight? T'was you who gave it to him, right?"
  756. >you look back at him and he lets out a resigned sniffle
  757. "No. Well, I mean, yeah. But I thought she'd just... feed... not... huh."
  758. >you don't know how changelings breed
  759. >killing him might actually be a minor mercy at this point
  760. "Are they going to go all Alien on him?"
  761. >you realize that's a bit outside of her frame of reference
  762. >let's rephrase
  763. "Do they... eat him? And how did you know she was a changeling?"
  764. >"Changeling chitin is a must, for crafting my Illusion Dust."
  765. >she seems to be appraising Diggin's condition
  766. >"An uncomfortable birth is all that entails, so long as the clutch is only males,"
  767. >she explains
  768. >"but a future Queen must get her start, by feasting on another's heart."
  769. >future queen?
  770. >that sounds like leverage
  771. >so either you get a hostage and a condemned pone dies a painful death
  772. >or you get a litter of future soldiers and have to find him a spot in the guillotine line
  773. >...
  774. >you can't bring yourself to actively hope that a newborn child chews through a grown pony's chest
  775. >but you can totally reflect on how convenient it would be
  776. "Zecora, I'd like a few more moments of your time."
  777. >she whickers and shakes her head
  778. >"Alas, your Queen has called me too, demanding many a sundry brew. Would this evening be ideal, perhaps over a hearty meal?"
  779. >eh, you work fast, but you doubt you'll need to know every detail about these bug-ponies before sunset
  780. >you nod, scratching your head
  781. >"Very well, it is a date. Come at 7, do not be late."
  782. >she strides for the stairwell
  783. >no matter the circumstances, Boss Mare doesn't like tardiness
  784. >she has enough time to flick her tail up as she looks back at you though
  785. >wait
  786. >did you just get hit on?
  787. >fuck, today is weird
  788. >no, actually, it's probably just that particular zebra is weird
  789. >anyway, before that little interruption
  790. >you recall you were in the middle of administering some -iscipline
  791. >on your way back in, you point at the purple-maned pone struggling to massage his stuffed stomach
  792. "Fetch me if something crawls out of him chewing on his heart,"
  793. >the guard nods and stands at attention
  794. >you get most of the way through the door before leaning back out and looking at the other guard
  795. "Oh, and by the Moon and Stars, knock next time. Have some courtesy."
  796. >you slam the door behind you, giving the black mare in chains a beatific smile
  797. >she's shifted back, but her thighs are still slicked from your ministrations
  798. >that won't do
  799. "When did I tell you to change back? I don't remember that."
  800. >she gulps and wordlessly shifts back, your ruler physically imposing as ever even in those heavy chains
  801. >after a moment's hesitation, she tests the waters
  802. >"Did she... was it... what did she say?"
  803. >if Nightmare Moon ever sounded that meek, you'd kill her without hesitation
  804. >you're pretty sure she's incapable of that sort of softness and timidity
  805. "Don't worry about that. None of your concern."
  806. >you take the hydra's heart from the table, looking it over
  807. >it's dried and rubbery, and smells a bit like swamp
  808. >but if you can't trust a masked foreigner peddling drugs, who can you trust?
  809. >you rip a chunk of flesh off and pop it in your mouth
  810. >it's tough and surprisingly spicey, so you talk while you chew
  811. "Now. There are two ways out of this for you. Learn or fail."
  812. >you put the rest of the heart down and reach overhead, swinging the chains through hooks and holders
  813. "Failing is easy. Just say the word and I'll stop. Then I'll squish you under my boot like any other bug."
  814. >you manage to get two lengths wrapped around each other and you curse under your breath
  815. >the other dungeon is nicer, they have this whole setup on levers
  816. "I'd rather not do that. I still hold that you could be an asset. I'd much rather you learned."
  817. >you manage to get the ties untangled and set back to work letting slack into the lines
  818. "Do you remember what you're supposed to learn?"
  819. >she recites it, almost word for word
  820. >a little haltingly, but she manages
  821. >"If I want love, like all the others, I have to earn it. I have to be loyal to you. Not anyone else. Me."
  822. >you let the chains go, and the tension holding her neck and forehooves up disappears
  823. >she crashes to the ground, front legs weak from six days' worth of neglect
  824. >your belt buckle clinks to the ground in front of her
  825. >when she looks back up at you, she has to stare past your cock to meet your gaze
  826. "Good. Let's begin."
  827. >The Princess of the Night is licking your balls
  828. >sure, it's just a shallow copy of her
  829. >but as she kisses and huffs her warm breath on them, suckling on one, occasionally running her tongue along the underside of your shaft
  830. >you couldn't give a damn about whether it's the "real" Nightmare Moon or not
  831. >she kisses around the base, leaving a ring of wet marks as she slobbers on your knob
  832. >you run a hand through her murky hair and grab it tight
  833. >you give it a tug and guide her lips to the head
  834. >and as she starts to slurp on you
  835. >you focus all of your concentration on remembering everything she's responsible for
  836. >the personal slights, the degrading names, the menial tasks
  837. >you blame her for the crop crisis and the frequent uprisings
  838. >as her tongue swirls around your member, you rage at her disinterest in anything other than pain
  839. >while her lips are gliding over your shaft, you're fuming about the rampant corruption among the guards
  840. >Chrysalis-as-NMM gags a little, and you don't know whether it's because you're facefucking her or because your disgust is that bitter
  841. >you pull out of her mouth, a thin rope of saliva connecting the two of you
  842. >she looks up and you open-palm slap her
  843. >it's her fault you're like this
  844. >you were never like this before you came here
  845. >...were you?
  846. "Celestia."
  847. >you walk around behind her, giving her a sharp slap on the ass in passing
  848. "I said Celestia!"
  849. >there's a flash of green fire, and the black creature is replaced by her sister
  850. >not just the cooing white mare upstairs, either
  851. >this is Celestia when she was a Princess
  852. >you take your place behind her, yanking her tail up roughly
  853. >there is no warning, no need to go slow
  854. >you drive home in one thrust, eliciting a startled shriek from the solar ruler
  855. >as you withdraw, there's little resistance
  856. >the mare looks back to you, doe-eyed
  857. >fuck her
  858. >fuck her and her weakness, her carelessness, her complacency
  859. >you ram her again and she winces
  860. >over and over
  861. >every time she flinches, you think to yourself, "good"
  862. >every hiss of pain or squeak as you slap and grope her soft, plump behind is completely justified
  863. >despite herself, you can feel a wetness as you thrust, a familiar milking sensation
  864. >a yank on her tail earns you a harder squeeze
  865. >as does another slap on the other cheek
  866. >you dig your nails in as you think about how for a thousand years, she'd been idle, doting on her precious subjects until they became weak and helpless
  867. >a loud groan and a spray of mare-cum signals her crossing the line ahead of you, the needy pull of her pussy soon coaxing a generous helping of your seed into her
  868. >Chrysalis huffs, her borrowed white wings slowly folding back in from full spread
  869. >"M... may I--"
  870. "No."
  871. >you wander back around to the table, measuring out a few drops of the red potion which you dump into a liberal goblet of wine
  872. "Octavia."
  873. >you hold the pewter container up, wondering what it would do to the shackled pone
  874. >"Wh-who-"
  875. "The maid."
  876. >another flash of green light, and your faithful servant is chained up, a line of tears down each cheek to drop onto her uniform
  877. >ignoring the tears though, her stoic expression is spot on
  878. >damn but that hydra heart works fast
  879. >any other day and you'd need to pause and recover
  880. >you stomp back and shove her onto her ass
  881. >bending over her, you move yourself into position, then pin her hooves under your hands
  882. >you lean in, and...
  883. >and you...
  884. "Fuck...fuck you. Twilight."
  885. >the flames don't even tickle as a purple unicorn stares up at you, wide-eyed and terrified
  886. >you thrust into her, telling yourself that the real Twilight wouldn't have that pleasure undercutting her suffering
  887. >you focus on how pathetic she is
  888. >how for all her knowledge she couldn't find one of the million answers that would've stopped her own enslavement
  889. "Pinkie Pie!"
  890. >you don't even break pace anymore
  891. >sociopathic simpleton, too focused on frivolity to recognize the world falling apart around her
  892. "Applejack!"
  893. >stubborn, pig-headed, obstinate bitch
  894. >too self-absorbed to even learn to bow when it became obvious you were in charge
  895. >you feel her release against you, and you groan as you come dangerously close to peaking again
  896. >you lean back, releasing her front legs
  897. >and as soon as the bug pretending to be your slave rises to one elbow, you grab her and roll her over
  898. >you run your prick between those two plumped up cheeks, the mix of pre and her own juices coating her puckered ponut
  899. "Rarity."
  900. >the marshmallow pone lets out an un-ladylike whine as you stuff her backdoor
  901. >self-absorbed, egotistical, undeserving noveau riche
  902. >not even worthy to lick your boots
  903. "Fluttershy."
  904. >you grab a handful of the pink mane as soon as it materializes, tugging it viciously as you pound her ass
  905. >she squeaks with every thrust, though the barest of smiles on her face reminds you
  906. >reminds you that this is not your Fluttershy
  907. >but god do you hate the way she simpers, the way she appeases, the way she lets you dictate every facet of her life
  908. >you didn't even need to have her enslaved to do that, she's such a weak-willed coward
  909. >you feel her whole body shiver, that has to be at least orgasm number five
  910. "R-rainbow Dash!"
  911. >you pin the sky-blue pegasus' wings to the ground as you near the home stretch, and she lets out a squeal far more pain than pleasure
  912. >willfully ignorant, unmotivated, utterly self-important waste of feathers
  913. >what a top
  914. >fucking
  915. >cunt
  916. >you can't take it anymore
  917. >a second round of your jizz coats her insides as you let out a primal shout
  918. >the pounding in your ears seems to ebb and suddenly it's a lot easier to hear her pants, her coughs, her sniffles, her groans and moans
  919. >you blink a couple times
  920. >holy shit, that may have been a bit much
  921. >you put your hand beside "Rainbow Dash"'s hoof and push yourself up to your knees
  922. >time for the payoff
  923. >you stagger a little bit as you make your way to the table where you left the goblet
  924. "On your hooves."
  925. >you make your way over to the dripping multicolored mare, her legs still separated by the spanner bar
  926. >she crawls exhausted to all fours, exhausted and scared
  927. "Did you get so much as a whiff of love?"
  928. >you growl, staring down at the pegasus who refuses to meet your eyes
  929. >she just shakes her head
  930. "And now the all-im-fucking-portant question:"
  931. >you hold both hands out to her, offering her to answer at her leisure
  932. "Why?"
  933. >"Be...because I wasn't me."
  934. >you scoop the goblet up and carry it back to her, clapping your free hand against the back of the one carrying the wine
  935. "Excellent. So let's rectify that."
  936. >you bring her chin up to look at you
  937. >she's waiting on you to give her the go-ahead
  938. >that's what you like to refer to as "improvement".
  939. "Take your own form, Chrysalis."
  940. >her name has barely left your mouth and she's back to her true self
  941. >you bring the chalice to her lips and she gulps it down like it's the last water in the Saddle Arabian desert
  942. >when you tilt it up for her to get the dregs, she actually pushes her nose into it, lapping at every drop she can reach
  943. >when you're satisfied she's gotten what she can from it, you take it away
  944. >you can tell it's not sitting quite right with her
  945. >she wants more
  946. "Was that not enough?"
  947. >the right answer to your question is obvious
  948. >the correct one is irrelevant
  949. >"It was what you gave me. What more could I ask for?"
  950. >and that
  951. >deserves a reward
  952. >not much of one, don't want to spoil the deposed queen
  953. >but you brush her hair aside and give her an affectionate peck on the cheek
  954. "Good answer."
  955. >you've never seen pupils dilate like that
  956. >you don't know whether it's the drugs or the beginnings of Stockholm
  957. >but whatever the cause, it's good news to you
  958. >so why aren't you elated?
  959. >you walk down the cell block, past the egg-pregnant stallion, and climb the stairs with the distinct feeling you should be happier
  960. >oh well... time to see whose skulls need bashing
  961.  
  962. >your name is Sprawling Odyssey
  963. >you are a bronze unicorn mare, being led in chains to what you assume is the execution chamber
  964. >the guards on either side of you stare straight ahead as they lead you down the stairs to the main cell block
  965. >you try to slow a bit as you round a corner and see a few familiar faces
  966. >Delirium, charged with seven counts of disturbing the peace, looks between the bars at you
  967. >she looks... bored?
  968. >Sparkle Shine looks like he's expecting a thrashing any second, eyes darting around his cage
  969. >the guards shove you to get moving again
  970. >Frostweaver turns his head to glare at you from the far corner of his cell
  971. >you jump when a blue pony lunges against the bars
  972. >she growls and barks like a hound as you pass
  973. >and then you're here
  974. >a wooden door is all that stands in the way of your doom
  975. >the guard knocks on it, and its swings open easily
  976. >you're shoved inside, tripping over the chains and landing face-first with a weak "oomph"
  977. >you look up and around just in time to hear the door slam behind you
  978. >a few things catch your eye
  979. >the pools of green liquid, some thin strands dripping from the ceiling
  980. >on the far table sit a collection of bottles, a few empty, along with a chalice and a bottle of wine
  981. >and of course you can't ignore the towering creature in black and purple
  982. >you can't make out his features, but from the way he stands, you'd have to guess he was smirking
  983. >none of that can compare with the thing in the center of the room though
  984. >chained by the neck, standing imperiously before you, is...
  985. >Princess Celestia?
  986. >her smile is warm and gentle, and for a moment it makes you forget all the atrocities of this forsaken place
  987. >you move to approach her, unsure how you'll fight the brute to get to her
  988. >but he doesn't move to stop you
  989. >he just watches as you trot to bow before Her Radiance
  990. >sweeping low, your horn almost touching the floor, you look up at her
  991. "Princess. I... I don't know why they have allowed me to bask in your warmth once more, but hail."
  992. >she beckons you closer and you obey without hesitation
  993. >up close her smile seems sadder, more resigned
  994. >"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."
  995. >the hopeful little smile you had vanishes
  996. >she's given up?
  997. "My... my liege?"
  998. >she lets out a resigned sigh and nods to the armored creature you passed
  999. >"The mercy he has shown me is to keep me here, alive, that I might soothe you on your way to your fate."
  1000. >your shock is quickly giving way to anger now
  1001. >how dare that... that THING keep the rightful ruler like this?!
  1002. >your horn mirrors your anger, a glow starting at its tip
  1003. "Well then, I'll show him mercy as well, and make this quick!"
  1004. >"Wha- no!"
  1005. >you turn and fire a bolt of concentrated hate at him
  1006. >it slams into his chest and
  1007. >does absolutely nothing
  1008. >his smirk turns into a frown as he starts to advance on you
  1009. >"Wait, please! Do not harm her, she does not know!"
  1010. >the abomination slows, still glaring at you
  1011. >he looks over to your leader and huffs
  1012. >"Fine. That was her one, though."
  1013. >you can't help but feel a swelling adoration for your ruler alongside the fear and hatred for her captor
  1014. >when you turn back, she's staring at you intently, like you'd just done something very interesting rather than very stupid
  1015. >"Little one, I'm sorry. But I am resigned to my use here. As should you be."
  1016. >you stare into her eyes, not wanting to believe she's defeated like this
  1017. >but before you saw her, you were resigned to your fate
  1018. >you're quickly growing that way again
  1019. >"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."
  1020. >you never knew she had such a power
  1021. >but you obey without question
  1022. >how could you deny a boon from your Princess?
  1023.  
  1024.  
  1025. >you are Anon, and you are doing your best to keep a straight face
  1026. >luckily you've had some practice with the last few pones you've had brought down
  1027. >the mind-control magic Chrysalis uses was annoying when she'd try it on you
  1028. >but you're definitely beginning to see the appeal
  1029. >to her credit, even without it she's a masterful actress
  1030. >as she puts her silver tongue to good use, you appraise the scrawny mare she's working her wiles on
  1031. >she's a tiny little thing, long legs and ears, thin little body
  1032. >you catch a flash of her purple eyes as she levels her horn at you
  1033. >this trick works better, you find, when you're here to draw their hate
  1034. >it disappears into nothingness against your chest
  1035. >and just like usual, "Celestia" begs your mercy
  1036. >you can see her licking her lips at the adoration rolling off of her victim
  1037. >but she holds back
  1038. >discipline
  1039. >the only love she's allowed to take is when she's in her true form
  1040. >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
  1041. >it was an informative experiment
  1042. >the guards had needed ear plugs for the two days before she was executed, she wailed so loud
  1043. >next time, you told Chrysalis, you would give her a taste instead
  1044. >that was almost three weeks ago, and she's been a perfect little pet since
  1045. >the small-framed little unicorn closes her eyes and sits obediently, waiting for her Princess to ease her mind
  1046. >the captive alicorn princess doesn't hesitate to deliver
  1047. >instead of the gentle golden glow you know Celestia possesses, an ill-looking green forms around her horn
  1048. >it wafts into Odyssey's ears, and with a flash of green fire, a pearl-white stallion takes Celestia's place
  1049. >when she opens them, she can hardly contain her glee
  1050. >her eyes are tinted green, unable to see the little inconsistencies and errors in her disguise
  1051. >the longer it continues, the less she'll care about what "he" looks like
  1052.  
  1053.  
  1054. >you close your eyes, obediently, and picture your beloved Stoic Sewman, his marble coat, his strong hooves, his soft eyes
  1055. >Celestia's magic washes over you, a powerful force
  1056. >it feels... off, somehow, but as the spell takes hold you reassure yourself
  1057. >it's just the strain of her captivity, a voice reminds you
  1058. >"Darling?"
  1059. >your eyes snap open
  1060. >Celestia is truly a goddess, to be able to grant you this
  1061. >you don't know how
  1062. >you don't CARE how
  1063. >he's here
  1064. >you fairly bowl him over as you rush to him, throwing your hooves around him
  1065. >it's been so long; you had heard he was captured a week after you left to join the resistance
  1066. >but here he is
  1067. "Stoic... Oh Stoic, sweet Celestia thank you, I thought I'd never see you again!"
  1068. >"No distance could keep me from you, sweetness."
  1069. >his eyes are the greenest shade of blue you've ever seen them
  1070. >it must be the tears in your eyes that make them seem that way, yourself tells you
  1071. >he leans in and kisses you, forcefully
  1072. >moreso than you're used to
  1073. >the way you've always wanted him to, a voice says, and you can't help but agree
  1074. >it's the passion of a couple separated by years and miles
  1075. >somewhere in the back of your head, someone points out that this is a strange thing for your executioner to allow
  1076. >but it's buried under a layer of pleasure as his hooves slide lower, pulling you close, so very close
  1077. >you have to break the kiss for air, finally
  1078. >unbidden, a question leaps from your throat
  1079. "Where have you been, loveliness? I'm so glad to see you, but how...?"
  1080. >he looks taken aback
  1081. >you've never seen a more handsome blush, or heard a more endearing stammer
  1082. >"I, er... that is, I've been fighting the good fight, you see. Resisting, being covert..."
  1083. >you nod, not comprehending but willing to accept
  1084. >"But I simply had to see you again,"
  1085. >he leans in for another kiss and you happily oblige
  1086. >who could turn down a handsome buck like him?
  1087.  
  1088.  
  1089. >this part always weirds you out
  1090. >it's not that you don't appreciate the technique
  1091. >it's more that you can see why ponies fall for it, even without the hypnosis
  1092. >her change is so slow, so gradual, that they don't even notice
  1093. >or maybe they do notice, but they don't care
  1094. >they convince themselves that their special mares and stallions have always been so tall
  1095. >always had a horn, or wings
  1096. >they've always been this creature underneath the thin shell of their bodies
  1097. >sometimes they'll get a look on their face that you can take a bit of pleasure in
  1098. >a brief spark of confusion, of recognition
  1099. >"This isn't right," they'll say, or "Have you always...?"
  1100. >you watch as Boring or Emotionless or whatever grows taller, a gnarled horn sprouting from "his" head
  1101. >his legs grow pitted, deepening into holes that riddle his hooves
  1102. >a swollen piece of anatomy grows between her legs as the Verdant Hive's queen reclaims her true form
  1103. >and you smirk as Odyssey frowns up at the thing casting a shadow over her
  1104. >"Darling... when did you get... so tall?"
  1105. >her eyes shut, tightly, but another tendril of green wraps its way around her head from the creature's horn
  1106. >"Sssssh, now, love. I've changed a bit, but so have you,"
  1107. >the voice is always the last thing to go, but the stallion's voice slowly fades to leave only your pet's
  1108. >"You're so empty now, dear,"
  1109. >it causes a blush to rise over the slim unicorn's features when she whispers
  1110. >"what say we fix that?"
  1111. >you step forward, finally assured that nothing can pull your captor from her spell
  1112. >she blushes furiously, but nods, her eyes glued to the black segment of body jutting from underneath her beloved
  1113.  
  1114.  
  1115. >in the back of your head, a tiny voice is muttering that there's something wrong with this whole picture
  1116. >but you can ignore it
  1117. >you're just so elated to see your lover again
  1118. >you couldn't care that the years have made him taller
  1119. >you did love the gentle white of his coat, but this shiny black look is so fetching
  1120. >his wings, oh, you'll have to mend his suit
  1121. >but with his new horn, goodness, the magic you two could make together
  1122. >it seems a little magic-making is on his mind, too
  1123. >"You're so empty now, dear... what say we fix that?"
  1124. >you can scarcely do more than nod, and blush
  1125. >well
  1126. >maybe you can do a little more than that
  1127. >as he guides you under him, you feel like a young filly again, newly in love, exploring your bodies for the first time
  1128. >and he responds in kind; you can feel strong hands against your legs, squeezing, stroking, rubbing
  1129. >you feel a cooling sensation as his lips touch your flank
  1130. "Mmm~, darling, of all your changes, I think this is the one I love most,"
  1131. >you coo, lips brushing against the strange new organ
  1132. >it doesn't take much coaxing to bring the ovipositor to bear, a copious dribble of green pre leaking from it as your tongue rims its flared opening
  1133. >hehe, it's making your tongue kind of numb
  1134. >above you, your lover lets out a groan of approval; he must have been pretty pent up
  1135. >you look behind him and frown at the sight of your sweetness spreading your flank wide
  1136. >he's showing off your intimates to your captor?
  1137. >it niggles in the back of your head, but you trust him with your life
  1138. >shouldn't you also trust him with your body?
  1139. >you give another slurp and another giggle as you feel the insides of your cheeks growing numb too
  1140. >enough
  1141. >you've waited seven years, you'll have him now
  1142. >you open as wide as you can, your lips wrapping around the opening, and lean forward
  1143. >the monster behind you gives a chuckle as you coat your mate's egg-layer with your saliva
  1144. >you're rewarded with a gout of liquid, which you happily gulp down
  1145. >the cooling slime drips down your throat and you welcome it
  1146. >it's so... strange... but so good
  1147. >you feel a finger trace along your slit, and you hesitate a moment
  1148. >it really doesn't seem quite right, being shared like this
  1149. >but no, your voice insists to you, Stoic would never do anything to betray your trust
  1150. >you feel your tail lift as you spread your legs
  1151. >back to the task at hand
  1152. >he's really backed up, it feels like, so you try to back off a bit to talk
  1153. >there's a strange tickle in your throat
  1154. >you didn't even feel it slide down there
  1155. >at your voice's request, you reach up, hooves kneading and massaging his over-full egg sac
  1156. >slowly, almost painfully, you watch as a bulge begins to form near the start of his stallionhood
  1157. >it feels like the wrong word to describe it
  1158. >but you're too focused on the bulb making its way to your mouth for such thoughts
  1159. >it rests on your lips
  1160. "Mmmmaaaagh?"
  1161. >your mate bucks his hips and the object pops past, into your mouth
  1162. >you try desperately to swallow, tears starting to form as you let out little gagging sounds
  1163. >once, twice, and...
  1164. >it squeezes down your throat
  1165. >you can sense the bulge as it travels
  1166. >and then, you can almost hear it as well as you feel it
  1167. >plop
  1168. >it's in!
  1169. "Agghn~,"
  1170. >you coo, and your love leans down to meet your gaze
  1171. >he smirks and turns to your warden, saying something you can't quite catch
  1172. >ooh, here comes another one...!
  1173.  
  1174.  
  1175. >yes
  1176. >this is what you were born for
  1177. >this is what you've always been meant for
  1178. >your hive is growing with each little orb that stupid cunt between your legs swallows
  1179. "She will give you no trouble now,"
  1180. >you inform the human
  1181. >it takes you a moment to notice your transgression
  1182. >...ah, Master."
  1183. >you let out a carnal moan as you feel another future hatchling plop from your bulging sac into her gut
  1184. >these mayfly-minded mares make wonderful incubators, you muse
  1185. >and maybe, you hope, the extra feedings he's been allowing you
  1186. >er
  1187. >that you've been taking
  1188. >will pay off, and you'll hear this mare's death-screams giving way to a greater miracle
  1189. >as another stray thought makes itself known, you sooth it with a gentle touch of magic
  1190. >no no, he's always had fangs and worn a crown
  1191. >you look over to your... ugh... Master
  1192. >were it not for that divine drink he feeds you so often, his demands of your deference would drive you to kill him
  1193. >...
  1194. >even the thought of his reaction to you trying that gives you pause
  1195. >instead, you lean over the unicorn as she suckles on you
  1196. >that brute may lay claim to the most suited of her... areas...
  1197. >but that does not preclude a second spot of egg-laying
  1198. >you kiss on one of the mare's flanks, leaving little nibble-marks
  1199. >then the other
  1200. >your tongue traces out your next target carefully...
  1201.  
  1202. >you let out an unrestrained gurgle of pleasure as you feel the alien digits slide into you
  1203. >had Stoic really managed to control such a ferocious beast, that he could command it to pleasure you like this?
  1204. >you try to thank him by gulping down another of her brood
  1205. >but after nearly a half-dozen of the things, you're starting to feel a bit full
  1206. >you paw gently at your lover's still bulging piece, feeling a little sick as you watch egg number seven slide down into your mouth
  1207. >you give a weak groan of protest as it too pushes past your esophagus
  1208. >the stirring deep in your loins by that monstrous creature draws a stronger groan from you
  1209. >"Oh... are you feeling full, darling?"
  1210. >you turn as much as the tube down your throat allows, nodding to him as you wipe at the tears that each of her eggs forces out of you
  1211. >"Alright, my sweet, just one more then..."
  1212. >you try to shake your head, that'd really be just too much
  1213. >but it seems your body won't let you move that way
  1214. >curious
  1215. >well, whether you want to or not, you feel his last come pressing against your lips
  1216. >nothing for it now
  1217. >you open as wide as you can, and it doesn't seem to take as much effort this time
  1218. >straight into you... mostly
  1219. >it lands and you feel the whole pile of eggs shift in your belly
  1220. >oof
  1221. >but at least it's over now
  1222. >you feel the long nozzle slip past your lips as your mate stands tall over you
  1223. >you gasp for air; how did you manage all that without passing out
  1224. "Ohh~... sweetie, I... I feel so full... I'm glad I could..."
  1225. >you take a moment to gather your thoughts
  1226. >glad you could be such a good incubator for his darling spawn?
  1227. >your head-voice suggests innocently
  1228. >yes, that sounds about right
  1229. "...could be your egg-holder... but I don't think... I could swallow another one~!"
  1230.  
  1231.  
  1232. >you and your changeling breeding tool look at each other
  1233. >'she can't swallow another one', she says
  1234. >it's probably sets a bad precedent to share a laugh at somepony's expense with a creature you're using as a slave
  1235. >but you can't help but chuckle and neither can Chrysalis
  1236. "Well, 'Sewman', shouldn't you be a proper gentleman?"
  1237. >Chrysalis' grin is absolutely predatory
  1238. >she takes one more nibble on the not-so-thin mare's flank before raising the ovipositor and stepping carefully around
  1239. >"Don't worry, my little clutch-cunt, you just lay there and relax,"
  1240. >you help her guide her thorax into position
  1241. >staring at her stabbing clumsily around the mare's rump is definitely not conducive to you planting your own seed inside your shared victim
  1242. >"I'll do aaaall the work this time."
  1243. >Chrysalis whispers into the brainwashed pone's ear
  1244. >you've primed the little thing quite enough
  1245. >time for the main attraction
  1246. >the green goop slathering her target spills down onto your shaft
  1247. >ooh, tingly
  1248. >the mare's juices mixing with it keeps you from going completely numb, but it's definitely a lighter sensation than you're used to
  1249. >"Ready?"
  1250. >Chrysalis asks breathily
  1251. >neither you nor your pet waste time waiting to hear a response
  1252. >ovipositor and member both stuff into her at once, eliciting a shriek
  1253. >you spread the little pony's cheeks to allow more egg-shaft inside
  1254. >Chrysalis nibbles at her ear, her own thrusting falling out of sync with yours as her sac undulates
  1255. >you can see the outline of the first egg moving towards its target while you jackhammer the mare's muff
  1256. >damn, it skeeved you out the first few times you saw it
  1257. >but you have to admit, you think as it presses against Odyssey's balloon knot
  1258. >that's kinda hot
  1259.  
  1260. >oh god
  1261. >your brain is fucking melting
  1262. >you thought you were done when your lover pulled herself from your throat
  1263. >while he was repositioning, the thing she was sharing you with had withdrawn his hand, leaving you longing for release
  1264. >apparently that isn't going to be a problem
  1265. >Stoic was never one for dirty talk, so hearing him call you her "clutch-cunt" perked your ears up
  1266. >the moment you felt that pressure against your little cinnamon starfish, it had you on edge again
  1267. >a sensation like warm liquid being poured between your cheeks preceded the now-familiar numbness, your face burning red
  1268. >what has gotten into him now? Taking charge of you like this?
  1269. >"Ready?"
  1270. >your love's breath is hot against your ear
  1271. "YeeeaaAAAAAHN~!"
  1272. >you barely get the first syllable out before your face gets shoved into the dungeon floor
  1273. >you're so full
  1274. >SO full
  1275. >you don't need to look to see what the creature's changed his hand for
  1276. >you can feel it pumping away inside you, slamming into you with reckless abandon
  1277. >and just above it
  1278. >ooh
  1279. >a now-familiar pressure of something a bit bigger than your hoof pushing at your backdoor
  1280. >teeth on your ear
  1281. >breath on your neck
  1282. >hands holding your hips
  1283. >you close your eyes, just focusing on how much you can feel
  1284. >shouting encouragement and direction in between an incoherent babble of ecstasy
  1285. >every touch, every pinch, every caress
  1286. >as your beloved squeezes another bulb inside you, you wail like a harlot
  1287. >"Such a good hatchery..."
  1288. >you go half-blind with an explosion of colors as you go sailing over the edge
  1289. >the stiff rod in your snatch swells in response, and you can hear the thing's labored breathing as it paints your walls white
  1290. >another egg inside of you
  1291. >how
  1292. >you don't even
  1293. >fuck
  1294. >"Ooh, I think she liked it!"
  1295. >"I wonder if this one even needed my spells to be convinced to bear my young?"
  1296. >your mate and his beast chuckle to themselves as you lay there in a pool of muddled green and white
  1297. >"May I...?"
  1298. >"Eh... sure. You did well enough."
  1299.  
  1300. >for Sprawling Odyssey, the peak moment of this little triste is when that last egg slides into her and she moans her way to orgasm
  1301. >for Chrysalis, it's now, as you allow her a little snack as reward for her obedience
  1302. >but for you, it isn't the feeling of release as you cum inside the addled mare's sopping box
  1303. >not that you're one to turn that opportunity down
  1304. >but the part that does it, for you?
  1305. >it's right here
  1306. >you watch as the warm fuzzies the egg-stuffed mare is feeling get sucked out of the very air
  1307. >you can actually see her eyes lose their green tint
  1308. >her whole posture changes
  1309. >and when she looks up, free of the magical fog in her mind
  1310. >there's Chrysalis
  1311. >not her precious Princess Celestia
  1312. >not her adoring husband
  1313. >but a bug, towering over her, ovipositor still dripping with the green slime she's filled to the brim with
  1314. >that look of terror and despair?
  1315. >that's why you choose the worst offenders to be brought down here, offered up as sacrifice
  1316. >to see them build their hopes up so high, to convince themselves that even in their darkest hour, their loved ones are with them
  1317. >they'll believe any lie, accept any punishment no matter how severe
  1318. >they lie to themselves that they're doing the right thing, opposing you and Nightmare Moon
  1319. >they lie to themselves that they'll escape once they're caught
  1320. >they like to themselves that they're called to something greater, that in the end they'll win
  1321. >but they can't lie to themselves when they wake up with a belly full of eggs, while the creature who laid them sucks away every trace of happiness and love
  1322. >Odyssey begins to blubber as the sparkle in her eyes dims
  1323. >"S...Stoic?"
  1324. >oof
  1325. >deep in denial, this one
  1326. >Chrysalis finishes her meal, and you snap a lead to her collar
  1327. "Guards, take this one away. She's seen her use."
  1328. >you walk over to the table, squeezing a few drops each of Felicity and Cadenza's Aire into the chalice along with the usual red wine
  1329. >"Stoic? Darling?"
  1330. >she's actually straining at her leash
  1331.  
  1332. >holy shit, did Chrysalis leave her hypnotized too long?
  1333. >she can't seriously be this delusional
  1334. >you carry the wine to your pet, who gulps it down greedily, seeming to enjoy the diluted potion even more than pure love from its source
  1335. >the guards finally get the hysterical pone out the door
  1336. >she puts up a surprising struggle for someone who can barely move for how full she is
  1337. >the last thing you hear before the door slams is her crying her stallion's name
  1338. >"Stoic, please! Don't leave me yet! Don't le--"
  1339. >...
  1340. >you like it more when they're angry
  1341. >Chrysalis finishes the last of her drought and sits back, panting in relief as she feels the raw love-fascimile crashing through her veins
  1342. >the trembling in her legs lessens after a few seconds
  1343. >you'll have to order a few more bottles, and step up testing on the older drones
  1344. >her tolerance to the stuff is starting to get expensive
  1345. >"Ahh... I think she may be the one,"
  1346. >she mutters
  1347. >three batches have hatched so far
  1348. >all males
  1349. >maybe she'll be the one to bring a successor to term
  1350. >it's not an exact science, but ponies with a deeper love seem to be better incubators
  1351. >or maybe it was ponies with love for lots of others?
  1352. >shit, you need to stop smoking before your "chats" with Zecora
  1353. >anyway, Chrysalis seems to like that one's chances
  1354. >you'll make a note to retry Odyssey if she winds up hatching males
  1355. >either way, the army grows
  1356. "Chrysalis."
  1357. >her lax smile fades as you grab her attention
  1358. >"Yes, Master?"
  1359. "Question for you..."
  1360.  
  1361.  
  1362. >you march back towards the stairs to the castle proper
  1363. >a bronze hoof juts through the bars, reaching for your leg
  1364. >"Please! Please, where's my Stoic?! I just... let me back in! I'll take more eggs! I'll do anything, just let me see him again!"
  1365. >you look over at her
  1366. >lying to her would do no good
  1367. >so you lean down to look her in the eye
  1368. "You'll see your husband..."
  1369. >if you look out at the gallows by the western wall
  1370. "if you hatch a strong brood from those eggs."
  1371. >you lying sack of shit
  1372.  
  1373. "Yes Master?"
  1374. >you snap almost mechanically to attention
  1375. >you're riding the rush of that concoction he mixed for you
  1376. >even mixed with alcohol, it's such an intense sensation, just raw passion and desire and joy
  1377. >it calms you enough that you can think beyond your next meal
  1378. >if only he'd let you have a bit more...
  1379. >"Question for you."
  1380. >you look up at him, but he doesn't return your gaze, just staring at the door that your most recent prey had just left through
  1381. >she just might give you the succe--
  1382. >"You eat love, right? Does it have a taste?"
  1383. >odd question
  1384. >he seems like he's getting pensive again
  1385. >either that or he's probing you for more weaknesses
  1386. >eh
  1387. >not like he could use this against you anyway
  1388. >and there might be a bit more potion in it for you
  1389. >you shrug
  1390. "It varies between ponies. That one's was sweet, like a letter spilling secret desires. Strong and deep, like a kiss beneath a full moon and glittering sky of stars. Tender, like one's hoof brushing another. You know... the way love is."
  1391. >it has your mouth watering again
  1392. >you lick your lips, sad that your session was concluded so quick
  1393. "The ones that hold their love close after years apart are always the tastiest. True love is a delicacy."
  1394. >he doesn't look down at you
  1395. >he doesn't do anything, in fact, except shake his head and start to leave
  1396. "No goodnight kiss?"
  1397. >you ask, half-teasing, half-hopeful
  1398. >it might earn you a choking, or it might give you another little taste of his love
  1399. >his is an unusual taste
  1400. >always undercut with a subtle flavor of loathing, but never directed at you
  1401. >to your surprise, he just shakes his head and leaves you alone in the darkness of chamber
  1402. >strange prey, you think
  1403. >you hope he'll be pleased by your amassing army
  1404. >as you look to the potions well outside your reach
  1405. >you hope he'll order more
  1406. >until you're free, you're content to play along in his little game of master and slave
  1407. >your chance will come
  1408. >maybe not this week or this month, but it will come
  1409. >you can wait
  1410.  
  1411. >"Hyah!"
  1412. WHAM
  1413. >you are Anon
  1414. >and you are on your ass, uncharacteristic for someone in your position
  1415. >as loath as you are to admit it, things may have spiraled out of hand a touch
  1416. >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
  1417. >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
  1418. >you'd been expecting to get ambushed during patrol all week
  1419. >what you hadn't been expecting was so bold a strike right outside your quarters first thing in the morning
  1420. >still recovering from last night's session with Zecora, you were woefully unprepared for a full-body charge to the gut
  1421. >so here you sit, the leftover haze from the zebra's "herbal remedies" evaporating in the heat of your rage at being interrupted
  1422. >but the green-coated mare doesn't give you the opportunity to use her as an outlet
  1423. >she's already off towards the stairs, charging down into the depths of the castle
  1424. >as you heft yourself to your feet and take off after her, your anger is colored by a modicum of excitement
  1425. >it's so much more interesting when they give you a reason to punish them
  1426. >it makes their capture and captivity more... right, you feel
  1427. >plus, the defiant ones always come back for more
  1428. >oh yes
  1429. >she'll be back
  1430. >but first things first, you've got to catch the little hero
  1431. >as you chase her, she ducks through passages and weaves around corners with a purpose
  1432. "Where do you think you're going?"
  1433. >you shout after her, indulging in a mad cackle of excitement
  1434. >it only spurs her to pour on more speed
  1435. >you pick up your pace to match
  1436. >you may not have rippling abs or bulging biceps, but over months of daily patrols, you've built up a hell of an endurance
  1437. >you could do this for days
  1438. "You can run, but you can't hide, bitch!"
  1439. >she chances a look over her shoulder at you, meeting your gaze
  1440. >just for a second
  1441. >your face splits into a manic grin
  1442. >and her visage hardens
  1443. >in one swift movement, she jumps and plants her hind hooves on the wall at the end of the corridor
  1444. >turns as she pushes off
  1445. >and headbutts you right in the fucking chest
  1446. "Heh."
  1447. >not this time
  1448. >you grab her around her middle in midair to soften the blow, her momentum knocking you off balance nonetheless
  1449. >the bear hug you administer squeezes the breath out of the rough blond-maned pony
  1450. >she lets out a cough and wriggles desperately in your grasp, but to no avail
  1451. >you nearly have her unconscious when a lucky kick connects with your chin
  1452. >your grip loosens for barely a second, but it's enough, and she scampers out of your grip and down the next corridor
  1453. "Get back here you cunt!"
  1454. >you snarl after her
  1455. >more angry at yourself for losing your hold than at her for taking advantage
  1456. >she's heading further downstairs...
  1457. >what the hell is she planning?
  1458. >to make up for her aching chest, she kicks over tables and suits of armor as she passes
  1459. >you lose sight of her once or twice as you dodge the obstacles between you and your prey
  1460. >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
  1461. >she's here to rescue the prisoners
  1462. "Of course..."
  1463.  
  1464. >as you step into the dungeon, your eyes sweep over the scene
  1465. >seven broken locks
  1466. >one prisoner halfway out of his cage
  1467. >two unconscious unicorns slumped on each other next to the door
  1468. >and a blond tail disappearing into the darkness
  1469. >truly, Bonded has no place to run
  1470. >what a shamefully brief little hunt
  1471. >maybe you'll give her some friendly advice between shifts as the guards' newest toy
  1472. >it's so much more fun when they pose a real challenge
  1473. >but there will be time for that later; right now, you need to set about getting this place back in order
  1474. >and that starts with...
  1475. >hmph
  1476. >all it takes is a stern look to get the prisoner-pony moving in the other direction
  1477. >what a refreshing change it is to have someone who knows their proper place
  1478. >it almost makes you regret that the best case scenario for him is something exploding from his ribcage
  1479. >then again, he did talk to someone who had planned at one point to resist the Crown
  1480. >oh well
  1481. "Pele? Skadi?"
  1482. >you approach the twin unicorn guardponies, checking their eyes and pulses
  1483. >the red-coated guard's pupils contract properly, and her sister in blue has steady breathing
  1484. >they seem to be fine, just unconscious
  1485. >(Bonded never kills her enemies if she can help it, you remind yourself)
  1486. >you'd have been miffed if she took two of the guard's best casters from you
  1487. >stepping over them, you brace yourself for whatever ambush the little mare has planned for you
  1488.  
  1489. >you'd never lit Chrysalis' lair very well to start with
  1490. >but now there's only the faint light of a single candle
  1491. >within the sphere of light it gives off, you can see a familiar green mare hacking away at the thick chains that hold your lovebug aloft
  1492. >with one last swing, she cleaves through the link, and you hear a sound like a sack of potatoes being dropped onto stone
  1493. >you hear an inaudible whisper from the heroine mare, words of encouragement no doubt for the captive she's trying to save
  1494. >and then
  1495. >the real show begins
  1496. >you see the dark, almost-feral eyes of the changeling queen snap open and focus on the disturbance
  1497. "I see you're trying to rescue one of my pets..."
  1498. >the chuckle in your voice comes as much from how ham-fisted you're playing this role as it does from anticipation
  1499. "...very poor choice."
  1500. >"?"
  1501. >Bonded lets out a grunt of confusion
  1502. >"...!"
  1503. >followed in short order by a gasp of surprise as green fire flashes to illuminate the room
  1504. >the frantic scrambling of her hooves knocks over the candle, plunging the scene into true and absolute darkness
  1505. >but you can hear the sound of two mares galloping, a rhythm broken by jumps and rolls as your elusive prey and your pet vie for dominance over each other
  1506. >occasionally the chime of steel on steel echoes alarmingly
  1507. >you hear a stirring behind you and look back just long enough to see Pele shaking her head
  1508. >perfect
  1509. "You! Light! Now!"
  1510. >the orders snap even the half-dazed pony to attention, a pearl of flame appearing out of nothingness to illuminate the battle
  1511.  
  1512. >one Bonded Courage leaps at the other, the twin mares not even taking notice of the change in lighting
  1513. >the stiff and stilted way one moves gives her away as your pet
  1514. >though the dark light of the room when she transformed gives her mane and coat a darker more sinister tone, so it's not a perfect imitation to start
  1515. >that and the way she looks to you compulsively, questioningly, her attention divided between yourself and the earth pony she's assaulting
  1516. >you smirk, nodding at her once
  1517. >'Go ahead, take her down'
  1518. >this is perfect
  1519. >after almost a week of neglect outside of her feedings, you can see how a changeling fighting for her life performs
  1520. >does she want this enough?
  1521. >they parry and step away, Chrysalis avoiding the next feint almost out of habit
  1522. >trying to misdirect a Changeling?
  1523. >you see her punish the idealistic little whelp with a forehoof to the side
  1524. >the singing blade that Bonded wields barely nicks the disguised mare's face
  1525. >she hisses in pain and rage, countering with a full-body slam that knocks the green-coated mare's sword from her mouth
  1526. >before she can even think to recover, a gout of green magic fires into her forehead, putting the mare forcefully to sleep as your pet smirks
  1527. >when the paper-thin disguise sloughs off of her to reveal her real form, you can see the toll your weeks of meddling have taken on her body
  1528. >her eyes have a crazed look to them, twitching spastically between you, Bonded, and the goblet that you pour her "medicine" into
  1529. >once her chitin was black and polished to a mirror shine; now she looks grey and worn
  1530. >her mane, never beautiful to begin with, now mats greasily to the side of her face
  1531. >even her midsection looks desiccated
  1532. >"Please..."
  1533. >she croaks, looking up at you despite having a good six inches on you at full height
  1534. >starving, sleep-deprived, unbound, exhausted, and still she looks to you for permission
  1535. >"May I... please... Master..."
  1536. >hearing her use that title still gives you shivers, it's so good
  1537. >the twin guards watch from either side of the doorway, curiosity superseding common sense as Pele's ice-inclined sister joins the waking world once more
  1538. "Hm. You know, I think this does call for a reward."
  1539. >you muse, walking over to the goblet and pouring the usual ration of wine into it
  1540. >you drip three whole drops of Cadenza's Tincture in
  1541. >a triple ration of what she's used to
  1542. >but this time, it's different
  1543. >in addition to the love potion and merlot, you pull your dagger and prick your thumb lightly
  1544. >the drop of blood causes the entire drink to shine with a pink light, heart-shaped bubbles rising from the top of it
  1545. >a love potion given a focus is more powerful
  1546. >but it's also harder to break the spell
  1547. "I think you've proven yourself ready for this."
  1548. >you turn around, placing the goblet on the ground beside the unconscious mare
  1549. >you forgo words
  1550. >what is there to say?
  1551. >you can practically see the gears churning away in her drug-addled head
  1552. >months of drilling into her that this was her fate, a tool for her Master to use
  1553. >she could retain her self-reliance, spend her life pretending to struggle against you, just like the pony she'd feed on
  1554. >or
  1555. >she could surrender the illusion of choice, and become out-and-out dependent on you, with but a sip of that drought
  1556. >why wear the mask?
  1557. >why keep pretending?
  1558. >it'll be so easy to just
  1559. >give
  1560. >in...
  1561. >her eyes close as the first drop of your concoction touches her lips
  1562. >she slurps it noisily down her throat, letting the love pour into her
  1563. >rivulets of it run down her chin in her haste to drink it all in
  1564. >her entire body shakes with the intensity of the artificially manufactured affection
  1565. >the cup clatters to the floor and her with it, convulsing as the unbelievable pleasure washes over her
  1566. >she chose... wisely
  1567. >you smirk and turn your focus to the fallen pone beside her
  1568. >leaning down, you pick up Bonded Courage by the scruff of her neck
  1569. >you'll have to find the perfect place for this one's punishment
  1570. >as you carry her under one arm from the dungeon, Skadi hazards a question
  1571. >"Ah, sir... what's to be done with, er..."
  1572. >she trails off, staring apprehensively at Chrysalis' trembing form
  1573. >you close and lock the door
  1574. >staring at it for a second, you compose your thoughts
  1575. >you turn towards the stairs that lead up and out of the bleak little dungeon
  1576. "Nothing. Get the smith and the carpenter to fix the mess this one made,"
  1577. >you shake the earth pony in your arm
  1578. "and fetch me if that one wakes up."
  1579. >walking away without a backward glance, you ponder on just what kind of discipline befits a traitor to the kingdom like Bonded Courage
  1580. >soon, you're sure, you'll have to have a plan in place for your newest willing slave
  1581. >but it will have to wait
  1582. >no rest for the wicked, after all
  1583.  
  1584. >it is night
  1585. >well, that's pointless to say, really
  1586. >when was the last time it wasn't night?
  1587. >but suffice to say, it is pitch dark, which means that when your eyes squint open, they meet nothing but blackness
  1588. >dimly, from the other side of your thick wooden door, you can hear voices calling
  1589. >they sound... frantic, you decide groggily, wondering vaguely why you woke up in the first place
  1590. >the answer slowly dawns on your as you feel a warm, wet sensation against your neck
  1591. >ah, Fluttershy
  1592. >a thin strip of light grows bright as a guard runs past your room with a torch, fading back into shadow as he gallops past
  1593. >"No si... ... where... rn Hall... ... ... ... ext?"
  1594. >you catch snippets of an increasingly alarming conversation
  1595. >surely the imbeciles didn't manage to let your catch from yesterday escape without you getting to administer punishment
  1596. >no pony could be that stupid...
  1597. >grumbling to yourself, you reach up and put a hand against your slave's cheek
  1598. >she plants one last tender kiss on you and obediently shifts away
  1599. >rolling from your bed, you channel your annoyance at the commotion the guards are making into motivation to act like the bloodthirsty monster they expect
  1600. >the door slams open
  1601. >and you're no longer Anon, but The Beast that haunts these halls
  1602. "What under the Starry Sky above is going on out here."
  1603. >you growl, stepping into the hall in front of a night watch pegasus
  1604. >he's flying so quickly he has to pull a tight loop to avoid crashing into you
  1605. >saluting nervously, he hems and haws for as long as you'll let him
  1606. >'as long as you'll let him' being the two seconds it takes for your face to drop any pretense of patience
  1607. >"Er, sorry to disturb you, uh, sir, there's been a slight mishap with, ah, the prisoner that--"
  1608. >you hold up one finger to stop his blathering, closing your eyes in frustration and lowering your hand
  1609. >time to steel yourself for the answer to a question you dread asking
  1610. "Are you telling me you lost her?"
  1611. >you tilt your head to one side and crack your neck ominously
  1612. >"Not me, sir! The guards on duty..."
  1613. >opening your eyes and staring him down is all it takes for the excuse to die on his lips
  1614. >you really have a rather imposing presence when you stand up at full height
  1615. >other than the gentle buffet of wind from the pegasus guard at your side, you could hear a pin drop
  1616. >good, you hate having to raise your voice
  1617. >especially so early after waking up
  1618. "Tomorrow, I'm going to administer some punishment to a few very disobedient little ponies."
  1619. >as you open your door, you look down one end of the hallway to the guards gathered there
  1620. "I intended it for her, but I'm not picky."
  1621. >you walk back into the darkness of your room
  1622. "If there's nopony in her cell when I go to get her, I'll start looking for suitable replacements."
  1623. >and with that, the heavy oak door slams shut again
  1624. >well shit
  1625. >this is going to be a clusterfuck of a day, you think morosely as you climb back into bed
  1626. >at least you have a pegasus sleep aid to make the rest of the night sting less
  1627. "Come here."
  1628. >you lift the covers and let your lewd alarm clock crawl underneath, feeling her shuffling about just long enough to find her designated spot between your thighs
  1629. >the gentle, steady suckling sensation soothes your troubled mind as you close your eyes once more, hands behind your head
  1630. >soon your eyelids start to feel heavy, even despite Fluttershy's more aggressive licking and kissing down below
  1631. >the cool feeling, like too much mint, as she silently worships her Master is heavenly
  1632. >such a good pet
  1633. >
  1634. >
  1635. >...
  1636. >your eyes snap open
  1637. >through some miracle you manage not to jolt away
  1638. >but you can feel your heart kick into overdrive as you stretch
  1639. >calmly, casually, gently
  1640. >you stretch your arm towards the bedside table
  1641. >a fragmented half-second of memory playing over and over on repeat in your head
  1642. >of you locking Fluttershy's door up tight
  1643. >hearing her whimper in her sleep on the other side
  1644. >the hilt of the dagger is almost in your hand
  1645. >"...mmm?"
  1646. >you hear from under the covers
  1647. >even in the dark of night you can see the faint glow of green eyes staring out from under your covers
  1648. >fuck
  1649.  
  1650. >a yellow pegasus, pink mane drooping gently over one eye, has your member wrapped in her unnaturally long tongue
  1651. >she looks up at you questioningly, a creature still wearing the face of the demure pegasus mare you subjugated and twisted for your own pleasures and purpose
  1652. >your fingers strain futilely to stretch the half-inch they need to wrap around the hilt of your dagger
  1653. >you refuse to die to the desperate ploy of a roach who would prefer death to slavery
  1654. >but the insectoid thing stares unwaveringly nto your eyes, betraying more confusion than malice behind them
  1655. >then, in sudden understanding, her visage softens even more as she closes her eyes, a spot just above the Faux-tershy's forehead focusing a pinprick of green light
  1656. >with an emerald flash, her disguise disintegrates, the magical backlash kicking the blanket off of both of you and to the floor
  1657. >then the the true face of your dick's captor is revealed
  1658. >her face, even more ashen now than when you left her, stares hopefully up at you
  1659. >as her lips draw a torturously slow path from the base of your cock to its head, you do your level best not to panic
  1660. >it's so faint it might very well be your imagination
  1661. >but you'd still swear you can feel the pinpricks of her razor-sharp teeth as she slurps her way up
  1662. >if she nicked you, there's no sign of it as she pulls her head away, lips making a faint 'pop' as they separate from you
  1663. >"Sorry Master,"
  1664. >she rasps, giving the tip an affectionate peck
  1665. >"a disguise was the only way I could reach you. I won't do it again."
  1666. >she rubs her muzzle against the inside of your thigh plaintively
  1667. >"..."
  1668. >she seems to be waiting for something
  1669. "...What are you doing here?"
  1670. >your voice is soft, almost uncharacteristically so
  1671. >but the combination of confusion, grogginess, and concern saps the gravel from your voice
  1672. >a pony as malnourished as she is should barely be able to move
  1673. >and yet she braved being caught by the patrols, or simply collapsing in the hallways from exhaustion
  1674. >for what?
  1675. >"I..."
  1676. >she whispers
  1677. >"I came to beg for what I have always needed, Master. Love. Your love."
  1678. >you snort derisively, almost out of instinct
  1679. >she winces from the sound, but keeps her head bowed
  1680. >after a few seconds of silence, she looks up again, eyes sparkling in the darkness of your room
  1681. >"Please."
  1682. >you lay a hand on her temple, thumb hooked around her horn
  1683. "You thought disobedience would inspire me to feed you? Disguising yourself? Leaving your cell to seek me out? I thought you had learned..."
  1684. >you pull her head back by pushing against her horn
  1685. >she follows the guidance of your hand willingly, never breaking eye contact
  1686. >nothing if not obedient
  1687. >finally, the dagger is in reach
  1688. >but a question surfaces in the back of your mind
  1689. >she doesn't even flinch as the blade presses against her neck
  1690. "Why?"
  1691. >she answers clearly and without hesitation
  1692. >"You are my Master. My heart, mind, and body are yours. If you deign to love me, I will accept your love."
  1693. >she closes her eyes again, a tear forming at the corner of each eye
  1694. >"If you send me to the dungeon below, I will wait there until you send for me."
  1695. >she leans into the knife, enough to draw a few droplets of green ichor from the wound
  1696. >"...And if I am to die at your hands, I pray only that you grant me the mercy of a swift end. But no other's love will sate me, Master. It cannot. I would not want it to. So I beg you."
  1697. >"Please."
  1698. >"Love me."
  1699. >you set the blade down, the green viscous fluid on the tip actually luminescing slightly
  1700. >with your freshly freed hand, you pinch the bridge of your nose and let out an aggravated sigh
  1701. "...You know better than this."
  1702. >firmly, you guide the deposed queen by her horn off of your bed
  1703. >you can see the telltale glint of a tear roll down her cheek, but she remains otherwise stoic
  1704. >her horn feels fragile to the touch
  1705. >unsurprising, given how malnourished she's been lately
  1706. >but that's no excuse
  1707. >you swing your legs over the side of the bed and put on just enough clothing to be decent
  1708. "I know for a fact you do, and going against my wishes to ask me to indulge you was stupid."
  1709. >you walk her to the door
  1710. >more than once she stumbles, though you're not sure whether the cause is emotional or physical
  1711. >all the while thinking about how disappointed and irritated you are about her behavior
  1712. >can't let her get a taste for whatever sympathy you feel for her
  1713. >as your hand touches the doorknob, you soften your grip on her horn
  1714. "I will give you the love you crave if and when you prove to me you deserve it. Now, go and wait for me in your rightful place."
  1715. >your hand shifts from her horn to her cheek
  1716. >her gaze is forcefully pulled to you
  1717. >"Mast--?"
  1718. >the kiss you give her is not rough and forceful, nor is it fierce and passionate
  1719. >but it has tenderness
  1720. >a rare commodity indeed
  1721. >it ends as suddenly as it begins
  1722. >"W...why...?"
  1723. >you narrow your eyes at her
  1724. >she's seriously beginning to strain your patience
  1725. >but, you remind yourself, she's still adjusting
  1726. "You said it yourself: you belong to me now. You are mine to do with as I please, and I don't need to explain how I treat you to anyone. Least of all you."
  1727. >you open the door a crack, just enough to let in the light necessary for the two of you to see each other fully
  1728. "Now. Go."
  1729. >she nods resolutely and steps out, not bothering this time to disguise herself
  1730. >you watch her walk dutifully down the hallway, turning back to look at you just before she descends the stairs
  1731. >some of the shakiness in her legs is gone, you note
  1732. >after she's trotted down the stairs, you close it and decide to have another go at getting to sleep
  1733. >it's much harder than last time
  1734. >your mind is preoccupied with how to deal with your pet, now
  1735. >on the one hand, you can't...no, you won't
  1736. >allow a slave to dictate how you treat them
  1737. >but by the same token
  1738. >when affection is literally nourishment, you can ill-afford to punish her with neglect
  1739. >will the love potion still suffice for keeping her alive?
  1740. >how much of what she said about not feeding on another's love was true?
  1741. >...
  1742. >you resolve to talk with Zecora about your concerns tomorrow

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by grapenut