Chrysalis Domination pt. 3 - Trial Run
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Posted on Apr  8th, 2014
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>"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"
>you read over the note again
>you mouth the words "enlightening" and "forgo the morning patrol" silently
>it's practically a glowing love letter from a pony like Her Highness; she didn't even write any death threats
>you decide to skip the helmet this time, handing it to a passing guard with orders to have it delivered to your room
>down the stairs, through the doors, past the guards
>halting at the entrance, you look behind you at the empty cells
"...I believe I told you to have that dissident caged here before I returned,"
>you arched an eyebrow at the guard
>he salutes smartly, but casts a glance to his side where his partner should be standing
>"Sir, we have encountered a... difficulty, sir. Private Aegis should be back shortly with the tools, sir."
>tools?
>you shake your head and push past him
>...well... that would explain it
>the hapless earth pone you had left with the queen stares up at you
>his expression is like you'd just beaten his wife to death with his parents' remains
>horrified and heartbroken
>he lets out a muffled moan and squirms against his bonds
>but a thick, translucent green ichor holds him fast
>his hooves are cemented in place under thick layers of the stuff, and his muzzle is stuck to the floor as well
>a dab smeared across his back had managed to catch his tail
>the poor bastard, to add insult to injury, is posed in what could only be described in "face-down, ass-up" position
>you came down here expecting to find a shell-shocked pony
>you wouldn't have been entirely surprised by chunks and pieces of a shell-shocked pony
>but this
>holy shit, whatever this is
>Chrysalis is watching you with a smug smile on her face, her hair even more tousled than before
>she hasn't moved from where you left her
"So. I take it your meal was satisfactory?"
>for the barest moment you see her start to answer honestly
>she gives the poor pone before her a derisive look, even gets the first syllable out
>"It..."
>she flinches as she realizes the mistake she's about to make
>and just like that her face is a mask of appreciation
>"...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."
>a diplomatic answer if you've ever heard one
>which of course leads to the obvious question:
"Liked it so much you decided to glue him to my floor, hm?"
>she squirms for a second at your tone
>mental acrobatics are always fun first thing in the morning
>"Ah... how could I do such a thing? He... did it to himself! Another demonstration of my prowess."
>well...
>there certainly was no way she could have done this locked up as she was
>so either she coerced him to cement himself here
>or she forced him to
>either way speaks volumes about the extent of her power over him
>still, not the answer she knows you're looking for
"You know what I mean. Why is there a pony stuck to my floor?"
>you tug at an overhead chain, and the bond around her neck tightens
>not enough to stop her breathing, but enough to make it difficult
>"Because..."
>she's scanning the room, everywhere but your eyes, hoping for an answer
>"because..."
>you tighten it a bit more, and she tries to move her hooves to her neck on instinct
>the chains just rattle in response
>"...I'm sorry..."
>she chokes, trying not to use too much breath as she says it
"For?"
>her eyes start to water again
>at least you can trust her tears more when they come from pain than regret
>"...making a mess..."
>you give her a second to go on
>not picking up the hint, this one
"And?"
>"...and... forgetting my place?..."
>ooh, good answer
>not what you were going for, but good answer
"Aaaaand?"
>"and..."
>her eyes widen as they flit around the room more rapidly
>"and..."
>a bit more pressure, and her throat's completely closed
>she mouths words, but without breath she can't get them out
>you let her struggle for a few seconds more
"Sorry, was that last bit 'sorry for trying to worm my way out of a punishment for my own actions'?"
>she nods desperately, finally meeting your gaze
>you hold out a bit longer, tapping your finger to your chin in thought
"Well! Good to know you're taking responsibility. That's all I needed to hear."
>and you let the chain go
>the black bug-like queen coughs and gags, sucking down stale dungeon air
>the guards come in while she's still gasping, bearing chisels and hammers
>wordlessly they set to work pulling the goo-covered stallion from his prison
>you pay them no mind
"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."
>she nods, obviously disgruntled at being thought of as a tool
>at least she knows better than to voice that displeasure
>the guards finally free the stallion's back legs and he flops to the ground with a muffled 'oomph'
"Let's discuss some circumstances."
>she still huffs a bit when she breathes, but she's in control of herself enough to nod cautiously
"How do you bend your brood to your will?"
>she looks at you nonplussed
>you've gotten to know her hesitant look when she's forced to say something she finds unpleasant
>this isn't that
>nor is it confusion as to how to interpret your question
>this is something new
>"How... what? I don't. They just do as I tell them."
>you give her the look that precedes a strangling session
>all it earns you is another look of bewilderment
"Bullshit. Everyone has a motivation. I refuse to believe your insects are 'loyal to you with their very lives' because they're bored."
>it's like she's never even thought about this before
>she shrugs, an impressive feat all on its own in her chains
>you decide to try a different tack
"You've never had a rebellion or an uprising? No changelings going rogue? Horseshit."
>she just shakes her head, still trying to grasp the concept
>you can't tell if she's just that protective of her hive, or whether she's genuinely confused
>well, fear for her life seems to have worked pretty well so far...
>you draw your dagger and cross the room
>behind you you hear the changeling queen's previous meal break his front hooves free
>but all of your attention is focused on applying just the right amount of pressure to the blade at Chrysalis' neck
"So if I were to deem you worthless and end this discussion right now..."
>the tone of your voice is actually more curious than threatening
>she looks into your eyes, a hint of fear behind them but no more comprehension
>"...The hive would die. I've probably no females left, so with no successor, the contract is null. They would just stop."
>you furrow your brow in confusion
>contract? Successor? "stop"?
>you back the blade off from her neck
>you're not certain about all of that, but from the sound of it, you can't just wrest control of them from her
>any more than someone could wrest control of your little ponies upstairs from you
>the only way they'd manage that is if they controlled you
>so...
>you sheath the dagger again and sigh
"I suppose I can understand that. Their loyalties lie unwaveringly with you."
>the guards finally have Diggin's mouth free
>not that he says a word once he's up
>he just waddles behind the guards out of the room
"So then where do your loyalties lie?"
>there is only one right answer to this question
>but forcing her to mean it when she says it will be a trick
>you send the guards out with instructions to fetch the apothecary
>it would be nice to manage this without using her tinctures
>but if you must, you'd rather have her on hand and prepared
>"My loyalties lie..."
>you hear the Royal Voice behind you
>"...with whoever holds the key to my bonds."
>even knowing it's coming, the sight of Nightmare Moon bound and chained gives you a second's pause
>she bares her fangs in her usual sadistic grin
>"How about you, my pet? Are we so dissimilar?"
>her leathery wings flit and adjust themselves
>"Do you not serve out of obligation? What loyalty do you really owe?"
>you approach the Princess of the Night silently
>her impression is really spot on this time
>you stare down her lithe form, the midnight black of her coat, the gentle curve of her withers
>it's really quite... accurate, you try to remind yourself
>you'll play along for a bit
"...I serve..."
>you brush a hand to her face; she flinches slightly
>the last few times she's felt your touch to her cheek, it hasn't been so pleasant
>this time, though, you simply stroke her cheek and then reach upwards
>you trace a finger along the sharp points of the crown
"...the one who is best for Equestria."
>the starry cloud of her tail wraps around your waist, pulling you closer
>"How noble..."
>she grins, as your hand moves to her chest
>you can feel her breathing, shallow and fast
>"And what is best for Equestria?"
>both of your hands are on her thighs now
>even if she wanted to, there's no way to deny you what you're planning to do
>"Agony?"
>she pulls you closer still, your eyes locked together
>"Strife and struggle?"
>your hand reaches between her legs, the tip of your fingers soft on her lips
>"...Punishment?"
>you brush her lips with your own and plunge your middle finger home
>her gasp isn't due to shock this time
>your finger is caught in a velvet vice, struggling to pull it in even as you withdraw it
>you repeat the motion, pressing in further this time, the withdrawal slower than before
>she huffs as you pump her with your fingers, palm massaging her clit
>"Admit it. what's best for Equestria... it's you."
>even beneath her dark coat you can see a blush forming
>you never take your eyes from hers as you fingerblast your "Queen"
>at the second finger she starts to squeak with each intrusion
>her hips thrust toward your hand, and each time you pause she lets out a plaintive little whine
>it's always cut short with another squeak as you start in again
>at one point you pull completely out and her whole body strains forward, desperate to follow the source of its pleasure
>you bring the sopping fingers to her mouth and she suckles at them greedily, tongue wrapping expertly around them
>you return them to their rightful place, earning you a moan of pleasure
>you can hear her breath hitching as the pace of her thrusts picks up
>which is your cue to stop, pressing a finger against each lip to spread her as you pull away
"Discipline."
>her eyes roll back down, denied the crash she was expecting, confused by your voice in her ear
"What's best for Equestria is discipline. Not just a punishment, but a lesson."
>you press one finger just above her clit, barely touching it
>no amount of bucking brings her any closer to release
"You're trying to coax my love for her out of me."
>her face, still flush with need, takes a darker look as you call her on her plan
>and then her eyes roll back into her head as you grind you palm against her, a spurt of cum jetting onto your hand
"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."
>you conjure up every bit of self-loathing you can and spit at her, before loosening your belt
>she's caught somewhere between shock and confusion as you drop trou
>you plan to make the word "hatefuck" an understatement
>...just as soon as you deal with the potion maker who was just ushered in
>well
>this is a little unfortunate
>haven't these guards ever heard of discretion?
>"Greetings, lustful alien beast. I was told you had need of my expertise?"