Chapter 3: Cutting Loose

What a snooze fest! Those were Chrysalis' honest thoughts as she stood off to the side of the giant banquet hall of Canterlot Castle during the annual Day of Harmony Gala. Day of Harmony had been established originally a thousand years ago to celebrate the defeat of Discord and the ascension of Celestia and Luna to the throne.

However, the meaning had been lost to the point that it was just another opportunity for Canterlot's rich and famous to show off their wealth and sophistication. Few ponies even remembered Discord up until he escaped for a while the previous year. Even Celestia didn't bother to show up for this gala. Chrysalis knew her rival well enough to hazard a guess as to why that was. Celestia never relished in defeating a strong opponent like she did, instead expressing sorrow at the fact that it had to come to violence in the first place.

Furthermore what should have been the joint throne jubilee for the two alicorn sisters, had been for most of the time a hurtful reminder that Luna was banished to the moon. Even thought she was now back, Day of Harmony remained a day of quiet contemplation for Celestia.

Of course thoughts of such a deep nature were wasted on the superficial Canterlotians at this social gathering. Chrysalis had intended to find out more about Canterlot High Society, but there was simply nothing to see here.

To all intents and purposes these ponies put on better masks than any Changeling could hope to. Everypony had a smile on their face, neither of which reached their eyes. Compliments were paid to the jewelry the other was wearing, only to draw attention to the fact that their own precious stones had cost a few thousand bits more than that.

A hot topic was always when they had last talked to the Princess. “Well, I spoke to her highness just the other day and … “ That was how almost half the conversations got started. It was like some sort of twisted game and the winner was determined by who had chewed her ear off the most recent, even if they had just talked about the weather.

As much as she would never acknowledge it publicly, at some level Chrysalis respected Celestia. As a rival, as a fellow monarch or simply as a mare. And it was moments like these, in which she sympathized with the Princess of the Sun. The Queen of the Changelings had dealt with her own share of boot-lickers over the years, Seianor simply being the latest in a string of such people. She shuddered inwardly at the thought of having to deal with that for over a millennium.

“Well, at least the booze is good,” Chrysalis muttered, taking another sip from her glass of Trottingham Red. Even though she had given a lot of attention to detail to her latest disguise, she was probably the least dressed up mare in the room. If anything 'Ruby Heart', a unicorn mare with a white coat and red mane that was falling across one of her shoulders in a simple braid, stood out due to her natural beauty as opposed to the gussied up trophy wives, who were wearing enough make-up to need a jackhammer at the end of the evening to remove it.

She wasn't wearing any jewelry, no heavy gems on gold chains dangling from her neck, no glistening tiara, not even a bracelet. The dress she had picked up at Hoity Toity's boutique this afternoon was also rather simple. It was beautiful of course, but tastefully understated. A long, red dress with a single halter opposite from her braid. As a result the cleavage dipped to one side, neither revealing too much nor too little of the ample chest she had given herself for this disguise. Small glass pearls reflecting the light were woven into the fabric. It wasn't a feature to show off wealth, but rather to give the impression of a brilliant sunset to the onlooker, all while making sure not to overshadow the wearer's figure, which was accentuated neatly by the tight fit.

Only after the purchase had Chrysalis found out that this was actually one of Rarity's designs. She smiled bitterly, irony tweaking her nose yet again. Yes, the Queen of the Changelings was attending a Canterlot gala while wearing a dress made by none other than the Element of Generosity.

“That is a magnificent dress,” someone commented from the side.

Chrysalis turned with an insincere smile and almost balked. Anyone but him! But she maintained her facade and curtsied. “My, Prince Blueblood. What an honour. Thank you for the compliment.”

“Yes indeed,” the blonde stallion said in that insufferably superior tone of his. “The honour is all yours. Tell me, young lady. You must be new here?”

It had been the prudent course of action to produce a new identity for the fake invitation. Any known name with an unknown face would have led to detection. “You are correct, your highness. This is my first time at the Day of Harmony Gala. I hadn't expected royalty.”

“Yes, well. Aunt Celestia doesn't attend this event, so it falls to me to represent the royal family.”

Chrysalis was seriously considering something. This was a high-up ballroom in the castle. Blueblood was only a few steps away from the window. It wouldn't take much magic to …

“So, let's dispense with the pleasantries,” he said in a business-like manner. “Do you charge by the hour?”

Chrysalis blinked. “Pardon?”

“Anypony can tell by your bearing that you are not of noble birth,” he told the Queen of the Changelings while scrutinizing her whole body with his gaze. “So you must be an escort. How much do you charge? My previous companion has left me for some reason.”

Her eyebrow twitched. Outta the window it was with him, but suddenly a thought stopped her. Getting rid of him would probably make Celestia happy to no end, even though she would never admit that. Chrysalis didn't want to do her rival any favours by taking care of one of her problems for her, so she opted for a more in-character approach.

She drew closer and gave him some doe eyes. “To be chosen by royalty, you'll get a special bargain of course.” He grinned like an idiot as she trailed a line with one white finger from his chest down to his nether regions, where it hovered for a moment.

“So you're saying special service is included.” He sighed. “Such is my fate. I'm just too handsome. Please don't cry, when we part inevitably in the morning.”

Chrysalis grinned. “Oh, I won't need until morning. You see, the first hour is free of charge, … if you can last that long.” With a single flash of movement she had grasped his balls, which were nothing to speak of by the way, and was squeezing them like ripe oranges.

“Owowowow!” the Prince yelled in pain, tears standing in his eyes. “What are you doing?”

Chrysalis was chuckling, too caught up in the moment. Just then a hand fell on her shoulder. She realized that assaulting this dolt probably hadn't been one of her brightest ideas. Oh well, as long as none of the alicorns were here, she was fairly confident that she could fight her way out, if push came to shove. She released the little prince.

“What seems to be the problem here?” Shockingly it wasn't a royal guard, who had entered the picture. Instead it was a rather elegant looking gentlecolt with a thin mustache and a monocle in one eye.

“Is she with you, Fancy Pants?” Blueblood demanded angrily, pointing a finger at Chrysalis while shielding his wounded pride with the other hand.

The stallion took a look at her and then back at the Prince. “What if she were?”

“She assaulted the royal … person. I'll have her arrested.”

Fancy Pants calmly took out his monocle and began wiping it with a tissue. “Now, there's no need to be so dramatic. What's the point in upsetting this wonderful party?” He put the monocle back in his left eye and gave him a death glare. “Of course you're free to disturb your aunt in her contemplation and explain to her what she has done and why you deserved it in the first place. I'd be happy to give testimony as well, since I witnessed the whole exchange.”

Blueblood flinched, clear indication to Chrysalis that this stallion's word carried weight at court. “Guh, … just keep her away from me.”

“Gladly,” Fancy Pants said with a smile that was almost smug and draped an arm around Chrysalis' shoulders, leading her away in the direction of the dance floor. “Come along, dear.”

Chrysalis didn't object, only giving one last glance to the prince as she looked back over her shoulder. “See ya, Prince Blue Balls!”

Either he hadn't heard her or he had chosen to ignore the insult as he shuffled away in a slightly cross-legged gait.

The Queen could feel herself blush a little as her rescuer drew her into his arms and they began to dance. They glided over the floor effortlessly, both proficient in the steps. As she studied his face, she took in his features. He looked mature, though his eyes spoke of a youthful disposition. What little wrinkles he had, showed him to be a stallion who liked to smile and his manners were impeccable. Was this the kind of stallion little fillies dreamed of meeting at a place like this? To be rescued and swept away by his personality? It was almost like he had an aura made of pure charisma, much more of a fairy tale prince than Blueblood could ever hope to be.

“You really ought to be more careful,” he said with a warm smile. “A mare in your 'profession' can't be seen badly by her customers, though I did enjoy seeing that particular one squirm.”

And just like that the fairy tale was over, destroyed by his pronunciation of the word 'profession'. Seriously!? He thinks I'm a hooker, too? Someone needs to have words with the Element of Generosity about what kind of message her dresses are sending, she thought angrily.

Still, this could work to her advantage. Perhaps this would give her even better opportunities than pretending to be a noble. “I'm new to Canterlot. You seem to be knowledgeable. Are there many escorts working this event?”

Fancy Pants grinned. “Sure are.” He used a dance move to twirl her around and they faced another couple on the dance floor, a middle-aged stallion and a much younger mare. “Do you think that's his wife the Mayor of Stalliongrad is dancing with? You'd be wrong.”

Chrysalis stowed that information away in her mind. “Does his wife know?”

“Probably.” Another twirl and they both were facing the horsd’œuvre table, where a well-muscled stallion was necking a mare, who was wearing a multi-coloured dress and hung with jewels like a Hearth's Warming Eve tree. “She brought her own companionship.”

As Fancy Pants drew her closer and embraced her tightly under the pretense of a slow dance, she looked into his deep, blue eyes. “You really do know your stuff.”

He grinned at her. “That's because most of these appointments are booked through me. I employ just about half the ponies in here.”

“Ah,” the Queen said in understanding. “That's how you spotted a freelancer like me so quickly. Didn't mean to intrude on your business.”

“Not at all,” he forgave her with a charming wink. “It gave me the excuse to get to know you, Ms. … “

“Ruby. Ruby Heart.”

“What a lovely name.” He leaned in closer, so he could whisper into her ear. “Tell me, Ruby. How far do you go?”

“As far as I need to, to get ahead in life,” she breathed back at him.

His eyes sparkled. “Wanna join a few friends of mine for a real party then?”

“Let's get outta here.”

* * *

The next thing she knew, Chrysalis was being led through the dark and winding corridors of Canterlot Castle by her mysterious, new friend. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, even though all the halls looked the same to her. This one could definitely become an intelligence asset in the future. He had connections at court, knew the dirty secrets of the high society and knew his way around the castle. For that she was prepared to play along for now.

“Is that the guard station?” Chrysalis asked with a raised eyebrow, when they had left the castle and made their way across the courtyard.

“Hm, you know your way around. It used to be that none of the guards wanted to be on guard duty during these social events, because the old Captain was rather strict and it was pretty boring.”

She could hear what was going on in the small station, even before Fancy Pants had opened the door. The sight that greeted her was that of a unicorn mare being bucked by two royal guards, who were only recognizable as such because their discarded armour lay in the corner of the room.

The mare was stunningly beautiful. Pristine white coat, slim waist, pretty pink mane. Hang on, Chrysalis recognized her from the magazine covers! That cutie mark, there was no doubt about it. “Isn't that Fleur de Lis? The model?”

Fancy Pants nodded. “The same. Now you know why the gossip columnists were speculating that I was dating her.”

So such a thing had been going on. Fleur was an icon to a lot of ponies and here she was, on her knees and being bucked by a grey pegasus guard from behind in a doggy-style position while sucking on a white unicorn stallion's dick in front of her. Her eyes seemed glazed over and a puddle had formed under her. Was she that far gone in the pleasure?

Fancy Pants put one arm around Chrysalis' shoulders and his fingers playfully wiggled his way into her cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra due to the cut of the dress. “She's a total nymphomaniac. That's why she got into modeling, but I was the one who discovered her true talent. I have an eye for talent.” As he said that, his hand cupped her mound and he began rubbing it. “Isn't that right, Captain?”

“That's right.” Out of the shadows another bare-chested stallion appeared and Chrysalis recognized him, too! It was the new Captain of the Royal Guard. Or the old one, depending on how you looked at it. Mighty Lance had been Captain before Shining Armor, but had retired due to his age. Now that Shining Armor had left for the Crystal Empire, he had been reactivated as temporary Captain until a replacement could be found. He was a big, muscular pegasus stallion and didn't show many signs of his age, except for a few wrinkles. His brown coat was well groomed and he had the most spectacular military mustache.

He came closer and lifted Chrysalis' chin up, as if inspecting a slab of meat. “The boys and I were starting to get tired of that one,” he said, inclining his head towards Fleur. “Not that she isn't good. So, sweetie. What is your special talent?”

Chrysalis had a mad glint in her eye. This was the perfect opportunity! She was in a secluded place near the palace. The Captain of the Royal Guard, a high society stallion and a top model. If she could capture these three, the Senate would kiss her hooves. All of Canterlot's secrets revealed, agents could be put in their places and if nothing else, the ransom for Fleur and Fancy Pants alone would be astronomical!

None of the guards were armed at the moment. She could jump them and be off before anyone even knew what was happening. “My special talent,” she said with an evil grin, “is creative roleplay!”

With her fangs gleaming in the green light, the magical aura enveloped her body and revealed her true self. With a chilling laugh that would fill the hearts of any who heard it with sheer terror, she stood before them, the Queen of the Changelings in all her glory. “Ahahahaha! And now you are mine! Prepare yourselves.”

Everypony in the room was shocked into speechlessness at this turn of events. Fancy Pants had stopped fondling her breast, Mighty Lance looked at her with huge eyes and the two guards had stopped humping Fleur.

It was so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop. And then the voice of one of the two guards broke the silence. “Awesome! Fancy Pants found a Chrysalis Cosplayer!!!”

The Changeling Queen blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

Fancy Pants chuckled. “That is quite some special talent. You did your homework well before coming here.”

“You fools! Do you know who I am?” she demanded angrily.

The Captain nodded eagerly. “You're the best looking Chrysalis ever.” He looked over her appreciatively, nodding and stroking his mustache. “Well, the wings aren't quite right and your horn isn't curved right. But other than that it's the best Chrysalis costume I've seen to date.”

That was a novel way for somepony to react to her transformation. She was used to fear, confusion, anger. But this? What the hay was going on here?

“Zis is really well made,” Fleur de Lis said in admiration. The two guards had left her to stare at Chrysalis, so she was free to speak for the first time. “A lot of my customers have requested zis outfit from me before. But I never could make it work like zat.” She jiggled her breasts. “Zey are just too big to make it believable.”

Chrysalis was about to cry. She could hear a scream echo in the deepest reaches of her soul. That was her ego dying a painful death. Once the mere mention of her name had struck fear in her opponents. Now she was reduced to a fetish for the royal guard? “How did this come about?”

“Well,” Fancy Pants explained. “It was after the invasion. It turns out that many of the guards who were captured and caught a glimpse of the Changeling Queen standing at the window of the castle were really turned on.”

“That's right,” one of the guards said, clenching his fist and weeping openly. “She looked so hot with those mean eyes. I wanted her to punish me.”

Mighty Lance nodded. “And that beautiful figure. I can't stand the sight of those highborn well-stacked mares, who won't give us guards the time of day. Flat chests are the best!” He yelled that out in absolute sincerity.

Even Chrysalis couldn't help but get a little embarrassed at that, all will to fight evaporating. “You like my breasts?” she asked, scratching her cheek.

The Captain nodded vigorously. “Not just that. Your ass, your waist, your long legs. It's almost as if you were the real Queen Chrysalis.” His words were backed up by the other two, who were nodding with dumb grins on their faces.

Chrysalis sighed. She was no longer in the mood for a fight. But there was something about this situation. A sweet taste hung in the air and she tasted it eagerly. These stallions had a genuine adoration for her. She wasn't used to that, receiving a form of love, or at least lust, that was directed at herself rather than a pony she was impersonating. Well, nothing wrong with a little snack, she told herself. Let me taste them a little.

Might Lance grabbed her waist and pulled her into a deep kiss. The sensation of his mustache brushing against her upper lip wasn't altogether unpleasant and she eagerly let her own tongue play with his as they swapped saliva back and forth. He grinned, a string of spit still connecting them after separating. “I'm gonna have fun with you tonight.”

She curled her lips into a smile that was both cruel and playful at the same time. “I think you have that backwards.” With a burst of magic from her horn, she knocked the surprised pegasus stallion off his feet and onto his butt. She gave him a scathing look. “This is not how you speak to your Queen. I will need to punish you now.”

A look of happiness crossed his face and he nodded. “Yes, please punish me, my Queen. I've been a bad colt!”

She came closer and put a hoof on his chest, pressing him down onto his back. She stood over him with a look of superiority. “Looks like I stepped into something disgusting. Lick it clean, will you, slave?”

Without missing a beat, he began to move his tongue up and down her calves. Perhaps having the Captain of the Royal Guard lick her hooves was even better than capturing him.

She looked at Fleur and beckoned her over. The mare came obediently and Chrysalis gave her a soft kiss as a reward. “You'll be my maid for the evening.”

“It will be my honour, your majesty,” she said, lowering her eyes. Everypony was really getting into this.

Chrysalis conjured up an empty wine glass with her magic. “Your queen is thirsty. Get me something fresh, will you.” She nodded meaningfully at the two guards.

Fleur understood immediately, took the glass from her and knelt down in front of the two stallions, who were already standing at full attention. She moved her tongue in a circular motion over the glans of the unicorn's member and began rubbing the pegasus' shaft with her hand.

Fancy Pants had once again come up from behind and blew in the Queen's ear. “What would you have me do then, your majesty?” he asked playfully.

She smiled over her shoulder. “Your noble birth puts you a cut above the others here, but you are still not worthy to be on the same level as me.”

“I understand,” he replied with a grin and went down to his knees. He lifted up her tail and began rubbing her ass, every now and then planting a kiss on her cheeks.

Chrysalis shivered in delight. “Hm, that's good.” The Senate could learn a lot from these guys on how to treat a queen properly. She looked down at the Captain and pulled her hoof back, hooking his pants with it. “Let's see that 'mighty lance' of yours then.”

Having his stallionhood exposed and pointing skyward, he smiled. He had all reason to be proud of it. “Impressed? I get that a lot.”

Chrysalis frowned and kicked his balls with a cruel expression on her face. “Don't get cocky. Remember who you're talking to.

He winced, but he was clearly getting pleasure out of it. “Forgive me, my Queen.”

“Hm,” she said, putting a finger on her chin, pretending to think. “Oh well, I'm feeling merciful today, so I won't have it cut off. It would be a waste.” She rubbed the length of the shaft with the rough underside of her hoof and again Mighty Lance seemed to enjoy the pain that went along with it. It looked like the current Captain of the Guard was a true masochist.

Chrysalis, who was of course a true sadist, thrived on seeing that. Crossing her arms in front of her, she raised her tail up high and brought it down whipping on Fancy Pants' back with a resounding smack. “What, did you fall asleep back there? Work that tongue.”

The stallion complied wordlessly with her demand, planting a kiss on her wet marehood and screwing in his tongue.

“Uoohhh!” Chrysalis turned her head to see where the animalistic cry had come from. The pegasus guard had grabbed Fleur's head and was facefucking her furiously. But his eyes were fixed on the real object of his obsession, Chrysalis.

The Queen clicked her tongue. “How unsightly. That's why you're just a grunt. If you break her, you buy her, you know.”

The stallion grunted, shoving his dick deeper inside the mare's throat at the insult and cumming violently. Fleur gagged at the thick seed entering her mouth, but managed not to spill any. When he finally withdrew, she held the glass under her chin and let the cum flow into it.

Chrysalis gasped, when she felt something prod her ass. Fancy Pants, either by accident or on purpose his horn had found the entrance to her anus. She reached her hand back and grabbed his mane. But instead of pushing him away, she kept him in place.

She then realized the throbbing underneath her hoof. Mighty Lance was gritting his teeth. “Oh no, you don't,” she said cruelly and ground her heel down hard, preventing him from cumming. She magically made a piece of string appear and tied it around the base of his cock. “No release without royal permission.”

She enjoyed the pained look on his face for a moment and then squatted down. “I'll have you attend to your Queen properly first.” Taking his shaft in one hand and spreading her dripping hole with the other, she lowered her hips onto him.

He hissed, throwing his head back. “Oh, fuck. You're so tight. I'm in heaven.”

“Well, we can't have that,” she said, digging her nails into his chest and drawing some blood, which made him shudder. She laughed. “How pathetic! What would your princesses say, if they could see you like this?”

“I don't care. My body is yours to do with as you please, my Queen.” He was enjoying the sensation of his large member hitting her all the way to the end despite the pain, or perhaps even more because of it.

Just then Fleur de Lis knelt down beside her. “Your refreshment, my Queen,” she said, holding out the glass that was filled with a milky-white substance.

Chrysalis glanced at the two guards, who were lying on their backs a few feet away, trying to catch their breaths. “Very good. You're a good little cum-slut,” she said approvingly, taking the glass. She put it to her lips and slowly drank. “Mhmmm.” Moving the cum around in her mouth, she sampled it like a good wine, savoring the feelings of the stallions who had poured it out, before gulping it down. “Delicious,” she purred, smacking her lips.

“I'm glad you approve,” Fleur said happily. She was rubbing her pussy. “May I join you?”

Chrysalis looked at her, panting and fingering herself. Fancy Pants was right. She was a nymphomaniac. “Very well,” she said. “I'll put that pussy to good use then. The Captain talks too much, anyway.”

Picking up on her meaning immediately, Fleur positioned herself opposite Chrysalis and lowered her rump down on Mighty Lance's face. “Ahnn!” A cute moan escaped her lips as his hot breath came in contact with her marehood.

At the same time Fancy Pants slung his arms around Chrysalis from behind, gently cupping her breasts. “I'm not worthy enough to pass through the magnificent royal gates to your palace,” he said, his stallionhood pressing against her ass. “May I use the servant's entrance?”

Chrysalis rolled her eyes. Again with the puns! “Fine,” she said shortly. “You may put your dirty cock in. It's all you're good for.”

With a chuckle he buried himself into her ass to the base. Chrysalis arched her back, as he began to thrust in and out of her. She picked up his rhythm and began to move her hips. She could feel the two members rubbing against each other through the thin walls, giving her pleasure in several places at once. She could get addicted to this feeling. No wonder Mrs. Cake had enjoyed this so much.

“Ah!” A scream from Fleur brought her attention around to the front again. Mighty Lance was grabbing onto her ass and was screwing her thoroughly with his tongue now. Both mares were bouncing up and down, but there were two other things bouncing on Fleur's side.

“Tsk.” Chrysalis angrily grabbed one of her breasts. “You have some nerve, having bigger tits than your Queen.”

“I'm sorry,” Fleur apologized.

“You will be,” Chrysalis said quietly, her voice dripping with malicious intent. She pinched Fleur's nipple with two fingers and pulled at it.

“Ah! Please don't,” the mare pleaded with tears in her eyes. “I'm sensitive there.”

Ignoring the words, she leaned forward and put the other nipple in her mouth. Licking it, she realized that it was hard as a rock. Fleur was actually being turned on by the abuse, which she still perceived as part of the play. Chrysalis clenched her teeth, biting the soft flesh and leaving a mark.

Fleur shuddered with tears in her eyes, but she was clearly going wild now. “Yes, please punish me more.” Her panting grew erratic. “I can't hold it … any longer … Cumminnnggg!”

Then Fancy Pants leaned forward and kissed Chrysalis' neck lovingly. “Don't be angry with her, your majesty. It's not her fault she was born with such a defect. Not everypony can have such perfect breasts as yourself.” To stress that point he played with her nipples.

“Hm, perhaps you're right,” the Queen conceded, looking with pity at the panting mare in front of her. “You are dismissed,” she said in an off-hand manner.

Fleur nodded and began to get up, but paused to give Chrysalis a gentle kiss with a smile. “You are very good at zis,” she said with a wink. “I better step up my game, if I have to compete with you for customers in ze future.” Then she withdrew to the side.

That made Chrysalis a little conflicted. She hadn't actually been playing a role, after all. Just being herself. Was it alright to be happy about a compliment like that?

Fancy Pants grunted. His hip thrusts had been getting more and more vigorous. “My Queen, where do you want it?” he asked.

An actual smile crossed her face. He had been helpful tonight in more ways than one, so he deserved a treat. “Come over here. Show me how much you appreciate the royal bosom.” Now she was doing it as well! Damn those ponies and their infectious puns, she thought.

Fancy Pants grinned and moved around to the front. Wordlessly he began jerking off his cock and aiming it at her chest.

“Come,” she said simply. “That's a royal command.”

“Ugh, yes my Queen,” he said, increasing his speed. “For the glory of the Hive!” Now that was a statement she hadn't expected to hear tonight. But he was sincere, if the thick strands of cum that came flying towards her were any indication.

She laughed as the hot load splattered against her chest, gleefully rubbing it into her skin. The magical energies seemed to sizzle as they were absorbed through it. Fancy Pants sat down on the floor with a satisfied smile on his face.

Now the only one left was Mighty Lance. Chrysalis was still grinding her hips against him. “Painful?” she asked.

His face had gone blue, since the string still prevented him from his sweet relief. “Please, let me cum.”

“Not until I'm satisfied, Captain. Is this the best Celestia's Finest have to offer?”

“Uooohhhh!” With a bellow he surged forward, pinning Chrysalis underneath him. “Here I go!”

Chrysalis screamed as he pounded into her. “Now that's more like it!”

Mighty Lance earned his name by hitting her all the way in the back. In an inspired move he even used his pegasus wings to give his thrusts yet more momentum. The wet slapping sounds of their intense rutting echoed throughout the small guard station.

Fleur, Fancy Pants and the two guards were all watching intently and for some reason that turned Chrysalis on even more. She was used to getting attention, but this was altogether different. There were no politics here, just lust.

She drew in her breath sharply. “That's it, stud. Come on, make your Queen climax.”

He grabbed her mane and leaned forward, pushing his tongue into her mouth forcefully. Thought ceased to exist as he desperately craved only physical release and the Queen's body responded in kind. She slung her legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper and moved her hand down. She untied the string and his head came up sharply.

“Guh! Ahhh!” His mouth hung agape as he released an enormous amount of thick seed deep inside of her.

“YEEEESSSSSS!” Chrysalis screamed in ecstasy, cumming herself and slinging her arms across Lance's back. She could feel the warm blood under her nails as she scratched over his flexing muscles.

He was still cumming, releasing all he had pent up over the last half hour or so. The cum was overflowing from her pussy. Mighty Lance collapsed down on her, resting his head on her chest with a satisfied smile.

Chrysalis stroked his mane gently, basking in the afterglow herself. She looked over at the rest of her 'court.' “That was a royal reception, if I ever had one.” To Tartarus with it, she decided. Ponies don't have a monopoly on bad word-plays, after all.

Then a devious smile crossed her lips. “Two questions: Who is up for round two and where do you keep the whips around here?”

* * *

Special Report #3

My investigation of Canterlot's High Society has yielded interesting results. It is uncommon for them to attend social functions with their spouses. To find a suitable companion, stallions should ask “How much for the night?” while mares should remember the phrase “Looking for a good time, honey?”

Royal guard stations can be overcome by submitting to a breast inspection. Strangely bigger is not necessarily better in this case. Willingness to inflict pain will also go a long way towards passing into the better secured areas of the palace.

Chrysalis sent the report off and breathed in the cool night air. She had withdrawn to the Canterlot Statue Garden to gather her thoughts. This was probably enough. She couldn't help but feel that she would actually miss Equestria, when she returned. Fancy Pants had even made her a generous offer to come work for him.

She smiled, looking at the bag of bits and the gilded helmet of Captain Mighty Lance lying at her feet. The former was her payment, the latter would get a place of honour in her trophy case.

She looked up at the statue of Discord that was looming over her. “Nice meeting you. Pay me a visit, if you ever get out again.”

“How about you join him in a stone prison?” a gentle yet firm voice said from the darkness.

Chrysalis sighed. “I should have known you would pick up on my presence. How do you do, Celestia?”

It was indeed the Princess of the Sun who stepped out of the shadows and bathed the air in the golden light of her horn. “Uneasy, now that I know you're here. What are you up to, Chrysalis?”

The Queen grinned. “Nothing much, Celly. When this is done, you might actually thank me.”

Celestia chuckled mirthlessly. “I'll believe that when I see it.”

“Why so cynical? At any rate, you can't stop me from leaving right now.” Her little romp at the guard station had fueled her up with love, both magically and physically.

Even Celestia could feel it. At best she could match her rival at the moment, but not defeat her. So she silently glared at her.

“I didn't come here to pick a fight. Trust me, the next time I try to conquer Equestria, you'll see me coming.”

“You are here right now, though. I could call in the guards and my sister. That should be enough to capture you, even without Cadence or the Element-Bearers.”

Chrysalis laughed heartily. “Your guards would have to pull up their pants first.” She gleefully showed off her trophy. “Do you really want to publicly admit the embarrassment of me seducing your Captain of the Guard on the possibility of catching me?”

Celestia sighed. “Looks like I can't do anything here. I'll let you go this time. But you must leave Canterlot at once.”

The Queen shrugged. “I was on my way out, anyway. I have business to attend to at home.” She winked at the Princess. “You'll see my little presents surfacing soon.” With a cocky grin she spread her wings and was off into the night.

Celestia was left standing in the dark, deep in thought. If the Changelings were up to something, she needed to prepare. Looking at the statue of Discord, she muttered: “I could certainly use your help. Maybe Fluttershy could … “ She shook her head. “This needs some planning.”

Author's Note

So in case you were wondering where exactly this story fits into continuity, now you know. Somewhere in Season 3, but before the Reformation of Discord. Fear of the Changelings is as good an explanation as any why Celestia wanted him reformed. At least until Season 4 proves me wrong.

Sorry again for the long time it took me to write this chapter. I hope it was worth the wait for you. Stay tuned for the epilogue!