Chrysalis Domination pt. 5 - Hatefuck
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Posted on Apr  8th, 2014
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>Anyway, before that little interruption
>you recall you were in the middle of administering some -iscipline
>on your way back in, you point at the purple-maned pone struggling to massage his stuffed stomach
"Fetch me if something crawls out of him chewing on his heart,"
>the guard nods and stands at attention
>you get most of the way through the door before leaning back out and looking at the other guard
"Oh, and by the Moon and Stars, knock next time. Have some courtesy."
>you slam the door behind you, giving the black mare in chains a beatific smile
>she's shifted back, but her thighs are still slicked from your ministrations
>that won't do
"When did I tell you to change back?  I don't remember that."
>she gulps and wordlessly shifts back, your ruler physically imposing as ever even in those heavy chains
>after a moment's hesitation, she tests the waters
>"Did she... was it... what did she say?"
>if Nightmare Moon ever sounded that meek, you'd kill her without hesitation
>you're pretty sure she's incapable of that sort of softness and timidity
"Don't worry about that.  None of your concern."
>you take the hydra's heart from the table, looking it over
>it's dried and rubbery, and smells a bit like swamp
>but if you can't trust a masked foreigner peddling drugs, who can you trust?
>you rip a chunk of flesh off and pop it in your mouth
>it's tough and surprisingly spicey, so you talk while you chew
"Now.  There are two ways out of this for you.  Learn or fail."
>you put the rest of the heart down and reach overhead,  swinging the chains through hooks and holders
"Failing is easy.  Just say the word and I'll stop.  Then I'll squish you under my boot like any other bug."
>you manage to get two lengths wrapped around each other and you curse under your breath
>the other dungeon is nicer, they have this whole setup on levers
"I'd rather not do that.  I still hold that you could be an asset.  I'd much rather you learned."
>you manage to get the ties untangled and set back to work letting slack into the lines
"Do you remember what you're supposed to learn?"
>she recites it, almost word for word
>a little haltingly, but she manages
>"If I want love, like all the others, I have to earn it.  I have to be loyal to you.  Not anyone else.  Me."
>you let the chains go, and the tension holding her neck and forehooves up disappears
>she crashes to the ground, front legs weak from six days' worth of neglect
>your belt buckle clinks to the ground in front of her
>when she looks back up at you, she has to stare past your cock to meet your gaze
"Good.  Let's begin."
>The Princess of the Night is licking your balls
>sure, it's just a shallow copy of her
>but as she kisses and huffs her warm breath on them, suckling on one, occasionally running her tongue along the underside of your shaft
>you couldn't give a damn about whether it's the "real" Nightmare Moon or not
>she kisses around the base, leaving a ring of wet marks as she slobbers on your knob
>you run a hand through her murky hair and grab it tight
>you give it a tug and guide her lips to the head
>and as she starts to slurp on you
>you focus all of your concentration on remembering everything she's responsible for
>the personal slights, the degrading names, the menial tasks
>you blame her for the crop crisis and the frequent uprisings
>as her tongue swirls around your member, you rage at her disinterest in anything other than pain
>while her lips are gliding over your shaft, you're fuming about the rampant corruption among the guards
>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
>you pull out of her mouth, a thin rope of saliva connecting the two of you
>she looks up and you open-palm slap her
>it's her fault you're like this
>you were never like this before you came here
>...were you?

"Celestia."
>you walk around behind her, giving her a sharp slap on the ass in passing
"I said Celestia!"
>there's a flash of green fire, and the black creature is replaced by her sister
>not just the cooing white mare upstairs, either
>this is Celestia when she was a Princess
>you take your place behind her, yanking her tail up roughly
>there is no warning, no need to go slow
>you drive home in one thrust, eliciting a startled shriek from the solar ruler
>as you withdraw, there's little resistance
>the mare looks back to you, doe-eyed
>fuck her
>fuck her and her weakness, her carelessness, her complacency
>you ram her again and she winces
>over and over
>every time she flinches, you think to yourself, "good"
>every hiss of pain or squeak as you slap and grope her soft, plump behind is completely justified
>despite herself, you can feel a wetness as you thrust, a familiar milking sensation
>a yank on her tail earns you a harder squeeze
>as does another slap on the other cheek
>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
>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
>Chrysalis huffs, her borrowed white wings slowly folding back in from full spread
>"M... may I--"
"No."
>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

"Octavia."
>you hold the pewter container up, wondering what it would do to the shackled pone
>"Wh-who-"
"The maid."
>another flash of green light, and your faithful servant is chained up, a line of tears down each cheek to drop onto her uniform
>ignoring the tears though, her stoic expression is spot on
>damn but that hydra heart works fast
>any other day and you'd need to pause and recover
>you stomp back and shove her onto her ass
>bending over her, you move yourself into position, then pin her hooves under your hands
>you lean in, and...
>and you...

"Fuck...fuck you. Twilight."
>the flames don't even tickle as a purple unicorn stares up at you, wide-eyed and terrified
>you thrust into her, telling yourself that the real Twilight wouldn't have that pleasure undercutting her suffering
>you focus on how pathetic she is
>how for all her knowledge she couldn't find one of the million answers that would've stopped her own enslavement

"Pinkie Pie!"
>you don't even break pace anymore
>sociopathic simpleton, too focused on frivolity to recognize the world falling apart around her

"Applejack!"
>stubborn, pig-headed, obstinate bitch
>too self-absorbed to even learn to bow when it became obvious you were in charge
>you feel her release against you, and you groan as you come dangerously close to peaking again
>you lean back, releasing her front legs
>and as soon as the bug pretending to be your slave rises to one elbow, you grab her and roll her over
>you run your prick between those two plumped up cheeks, the mix of pre and her own juices coating her puckered ponut

"Rarity."
>the marshmallow pone lets out an un-ladylike whine as you stuff her backdoor
>self-absorbed, egotistical, undeserving noveau riche
>not even worthy to lick your boots

"Fluttershy."
>you grab a handful of the pink mane as soon as it materializes, tugging it viciously as you pound her ass
>she squeaks with every thrust, though the barest of smiles on her face reminds you
>reminds you that this is not your Fluttershy
>but god do you hate the way she simpers, the way she appeases, the way she lets you dictate every facet of her life
>you didn't even need to have her enslaved to do that, she's such a weak-willed coward
>you feel her whole body shiver, that has to be at least orgasm number five

"R-rainbow Dash!"
>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
>willfully ignorant, unmotivated, utterly self-important waste of feathers
>what a top
>fucking
>cunt

>you can't take it anymore
>a second round of your jizz coats her insides as you let out a primal shout
>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
>you blink a couple times
>holy shit, that may have been a bit much
>you put your hand beside "Rainbow Dash"'s hoof and push yourself up to your knees
>time for the payoff
>you stagger a little bit as you make your way to the table where you left the goblet
"On your hooves."
>you make your way over to the dripping multicolored mare, her legs still separated by the spanner bar
>she crawls exhausted to all fours, exhausted and scared
"Did you get so much as a whiff of love?"
>you growl, staring down at the pegasus who refuses to meet your eyes
>she just shakes her head
"And now the all-im-fucking-portant question:"
>you hold both hands out to her, offering her to answer at her leisure
"Why?"
>"Be...because I wasn't me."
>you scoop the goblet up and carry it back to her, clapping your free hand against the back of the one carrying the wine
"Excellent. So let's rectify that."
>you bring her chin up to look at you
>she's waiting on you to give her the go-ahead
>that's what you like to refer to as "improvement".
"Take your own form, Chrysalis."
>her name has barely left your mouth and she's back to her true self
>you bring the chalice to her lips and she gulps it down like it's the last water in the Saddle Arabian desert
>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
>when you're satisfied she's gotten what she can from it, you take it away
>you can tell it's not sitting quite right with her
>she wants more
"Was that not enough?"
>the right answer to your question is obvious
>the correct one is irrelevant
>"It was what you gave me. What more could I ask for?"
>and that
>deserves a reward
>not much of one, don't want to spoil the deposed queen
>but you brush her hair aside and give her an affectionate peck on the cheek
"Good answer."
>you've never seen pupils dilate like that
>you don't know whether it's the drugs or the beginnings of Stockholm
>but whatever the cause, it's good news to you
>so why aren't you elated?
>you walk down the cell block, past the egg-pregnant stallion, and climb the stairs with the distinct feeling you should be happier
>oh well... time to see whose skulls need bashing