Thin porous hands slapped against the cold marble tile. Weak arms barely supported the tired body that knelt on even weaker knees. Holed teal hair hung like limp strings around the bowed head of the scrawny woman before the throne. With the energy that was all but depleted, her head slowly rose. The stringy locks fell away to exposed hollowed cheek bones and the snuffed brilliance of once smug royal green eyes.
“Feed usss.”
No eye contact was made, not in her position on the ground, not with her stomach grumbling, not with her eyelids drooping from the exhaustion that always accompanied a lack of food. Not when she had to forgo her noble stature to bow before the ruler of another nation.
“I’m sorry, I do not believe I heard you correctly over the sound of that repugnant rumbling you’re making.”
She scarcely had the energy to grit her teeth. “Pleassse Princesss, feed usss.”
Celestia sat with dignity on her throne. It wasn’t just from that low angle that the sun ruler’s nose looked up turned to the beggar. Her face was serious and her demeanor was unsympathetic. Her skin glowed healthily with the radiance of her daily responsibility. Her rainbow pastel hair was full, and it waved with pride like the nation’s flag atop a hill during the break of morning in front of the golden splinters of her rising sun.
The princess of the Equestrian Territories looked down upon the starving queen of the outlying lands. She watched the arch of Chrysalis’ wasting body. Her narrow hips, weak shoulders, and porous legs all displayed before her as those dulling emerald eyes were drawn to the tile. The changeling’s long dress, black but faded to near grey, was threadbare with what looked like moth bites and ill-fitting from the loss of weight.
“What will I gain from helping those who oppose the light?” Celestia’s voice filled the secluded throne room from every angle, like a preying lion who meant to confuse its target. But her voice was not earsplitting nor rolled from the bottom of her stomach. It instead carried a noble air that did neither comfort nor scare the aid seeker.
“Nothing. You gain nothing, but the thought of knowing an entire nation isss in your debt.” The words were as disgusting as the bile she would have swallowed back down, if there had been anything left to come up in the first place. Chrysalis was the queen of an entire race, yet she was on her knees before an outsider, begging for the survival of her kind, her children.
“Yes, I suppose that is true.” She always supposed it was true. Whenever she would let Chrysalis and the changelings become so hungry that their matriarch had to beseech on their behalf, she would make sure Chrysalis said what she wanted to hear. That she was in her debt.
“Ssso if it would pleassse... your majesssty, may I pleassse ressceive... your love?” The familiar arrogance of her voice was lost to the quiet rasp of desperation. Her hunger was so profound that she could not contain her base hissing instinct or keep her fangs withdrawn. It made Chrysalis’ chapped lips crumple to a frown while curling Celestia’s soft red lips to a wicked smile.
The princess’s already perfect poster was checked as she resettled on her chair into a more intimidating position. The folded hands that rested neatly on the sun goddess’s lap separated to relocate on the armrests of the golden throne. “Stand.”
The ripples of Chrysalis’ stomach counted the seconds that rolled by before she spoke a pathetic “I can’t.”
Celestia’s smile grew.
“How can I feed you if you cannot even stand?” She knew. She always knew. Nothing changed between one time and the next when she watched the queen and her people starve. She just liked to hear her beg.
“Pleassse prins-cesss, I need... your help.” Her voice was weak and it seemed that even shallow breaths were painful. The audible sounds of her panting quivered through the air, the gnawing ache from expanding and contrasting her diaphragm was becoming too much.
The mistress of morphing could not hold herself up on her arms any longer; she had to press her forehead to the hard floor. She could barely focus her eyes or her thoughts, but she could hear the rhythmic muted thud of heals on an expensive narrow rug she wasn’t even allowed to grovel on.
She didn’t dare lift her eyes to the woman above her, but that didn’t matter, she knew that she would stoop down to her ear to whisper the same thing she always did.
“That’s right, Chryssy. You need me.” Chrysalis only had enough strength left to shiver at the haunting way Celestia’s possessive voice lashed the shell of her ear before passing out.
+~~~~**+**~~~~+
Chrysalis awoke with a start.
She always awoke with a start.
And a low moan.
She was hungry, starving, withering away, but the princess keep what she needed just out of reach.
The dizziness that blacked her out receded, but her head still pounded. She didn’t attempt to sit up, she probably couldn’t if she tried. She did want bury herself under some covers though; her clothes were gone and Celestia’s room was always a tad cold. It would prove to be a difficult task; her arms were bound above her head with shackles and her magic was blocked by a ring. Celestia always slid it on her finger while she was out cold.
“You know, it took you longer to wake up this time. You must be hungrier than I thought.” The sun princess was also naked and right beside her, eyeing one Chrysalis’ nipples, grown tight from the room’s temperature.
No reaction from the changeling was offered. She didn’t move her head to the sound of speaking; there was no fear of the sudden noise. She simply stared at her favourite dark spot on the high ceiling.
They both did nothing but stare until a whining stomach reined their minds back to their situation.
“Should I be... Luna tonight?” she struggled through painful inhales.
A very long moment passed. Celestia wasn’t just staring, but now tenderly caressing the breast.
“No, not tonight.”
“Dissscord, then?”
“No.”
It was up in the air from that point who she could want as a partner. It was almost always Luna, with a few scattered occasions of Discord. Who could she possibly harbor strong enough feelings of love for?
“I want you tonight, Chryssy.”
“What?” Her head snapped to the side, the vertigo was more than anticipated but thankfully she didn’t have anything in her stomach that could spill on bed.
“Tonight, I want you,” she repeated more clearly.
“But you don’t... love me,” she barely managed to snarl. She didn’t have the patience to be teased by Celestia. She wanted what was hers and her people’s.
“Oh ho, and how would you know that?” she asked trailing her hand over the protruding ribs near the breast she was no longer teasing.
“Well consssidering the sssstarvation and… and conssstant humiliation…” She couldn’t finish with her sarcastic ire as a wave of nausea passed.
“I thought you enjoyed the humiliation. You have so many kinks I can hardly keep up.” The princess played with her own pink nipple off handedly. Through her swirling vision, Chrysalis could see the smug look on Celestia's mouth and purple eye burning with lust.
“I enjoy.. not nearing dying from hunger,” she spat.
“Do you ever talk about anything other than food, Chrysalis? Maybe if you did you’d actually be making progress with your nation.” The sun princess changed the topic easily while she idly played with brittle teal hair.
“We would be making… progressss if you didn’t… keep abusssing your power! If you didn’t-” The changeling’s head pounded furiously. She had to close her eyes and wait for the room to return to the slow spinning she was accustomed to.
“Do you know how adorable you are when you’re hungry?” Now the tips of her fingers brushed against the flat stomach, dancing little patterns across the dusky skin, causing goosebumps in its wake.
The queen didn’t reply, she just continued to pant angrily.
“I’m not kidding, you know. I want to be with you tonight.”
“No,” sneered.
“Am I not good enough to be with you, Chryssy?” Celestia chuckled darkly, feigning offense.
“Isssn’t there anyone elssse you would rather-”
“No, just you.” Celestia smiled wickedly as the anger continued to build on Chrysalis’ face.
Chrysalis clenched her hands as hard as she could in her weak condition. Why would Celestia want her to be in her own form? That damned woman had already jumped off the deep end after Luna’s banishment, but did she not understand what she was doing? The only way to feed was by the love of someone else. They were enemies. Celestia could not have loved her in the way she had loved someone like Luna.
But, if this was how she loved Luna, then Chrysalis didn’t blame her for turning into Nightmare Moon.
The queen had a people to feed, and Equestria was the best place for what the changelings needed. Love. The queen would always do what she could to provide for her nation, and there had always been arrangements set up between the two kingdoms even before the princesses seized the throne. Of course, they cared a lot more about the citizens then Discord had.
It would have been genocide to cut the changeling’s from their food supply, so the princesses forced the changelings into a treaty that kept them from openly rampaging on Equestria.
But after Luna fell to the darkness and was sentenced to the moon, things changed. More specifically, Celestia did.
She still cared a great deal for her responsibilities towards her subjects, but her heart blackened. Her anger, rage, and, hurt was kept well hidden from the public eye, but behind the walls of the castle the benevolent ruler was replaced by a depraved dictator.
The treaty turned into a surrender, and Celestia tightened the control of the Changelings feeding allowance. Soon she starved them for her pleasure, for the satisfaction of having their queen beg before her.
Chrysalis loathed Celestia. Even her name made her ill, let alone the thought of touching her, but her people, her children, needed love. And to get that, she need to do as the sun goddess demanded.
“You don’t want to see your pets to stay hungry?”
“They are more than… petsss… Celessstia-!” Before she could continue an iron grip clamped around her jaw, pulling her head quickly to the direction it desired.
Celestia loomed over the woman on her bed. “I did not tell you to use my name. You are only to address me as ‘Princess’, and it would be wise to keep your mouth in check.” The playfulness was gone from her face. Replacing it was an unnerving scowl and fiery purple eyes.
Chrysalis flinched, prepared for a strike she wouldn’t be able to defend from, but just as quickly as it came, the tense expression left. “But if that proves to be too difficult for you, I can always put your mouth to better services.” A naughty smirk pulled the corner of Celestia’s lips, making her eyes twinkle with unwelcomed mischief.
The sun princess removed the grasp on Chrysalis’ face with some effort, as though she had to mentally remind herself to stop squeezing the queen.
“Well then, I think we’ve wasted enough time,” She resettled onto her side, firmly pressing her hand on one of Chrysalis’ breasts.
“You do not love me!” Chrysalis’ heart pounded even quicker beneath her chest. Celestia was already closing the distance between their lips, completely ignoring her wishes. She couldn’t do this as herself. That had never been in the agreement, surrender or not.
“But I do, Chryssy. I really do.” Chrysalis could hear it in her voice. Darkness and resentment tied prettily in a terrifyingly amused voice. “I love the way you look when you’re kneeling before my throne, begging for nourishment.” The queen could see it in her eyes, a look warped by centuries of brewing sadness. Their lips met, and Chrysalis struggled to pull away. “I love the way your eyes plead for sustenance that only I can give you.”
Celestia’s hand roved the frail body from her puckered nipple, down the slope of her empty stomach, and across her protuberant hip bone. “I love how weak you are against my touch.” Chrysalis turned her head away, not wanting to look into those lusting eyes as she felt the greedy touch traverse her body. “I love the way you enjoy my company more than you admit.”
Chrysalis’ stomach churned as Celestia glided her tongue along the ridges of her prominent collar bone. Her head swam, but she couldn’t tell if it was from the tickling breath against her skin or the dizzying hunger. She shook her head with the little energy she could afford.
“Sssomeone elssse… let me be... sssomeone elssse.”
“No Chrysalis, I will have you tonight.”
“Why?”
Celestia’s teeth were tugging at her ear, letting warm puffs of air shoot tingling shivers down her spine. The princess massaged her thigh, letting her hand wander to the sensitive inner side every now and again, making the changeling tremble.
“Why?” she asked again. Her stomach tied itself into a tighter knot, growling in desperation, pleading for satisfaction.
“Because,” Celestia laugh mirthlessly, “Maybe I want to take everything away from you. Maybe, I want to get rid of everything you hide behind. You’re mine, not just your ability to bring her back to me, but your whole body. You are mine Chrysalis, and I want you to know that.” She bit down on the base of the changeling’s neck, leaving a mark. Chrysalis bit back her scream, closing her eyes tight enough to see dots of light.
“Now hush,” Celestia slide a leg onto the other side of the queen, teasing herself with Chrsyalis’ warmth against her inner leg. Scooting up a bit, Celestia positioned her neck just out of reach of awaiting fangs. The queen hissed at the proximity.
“I know, I know, you’re famished. I can give you what you want -just enough to get what I want- but you seem so insistent on defying me. Do you really deserve me?”
“Pleassse,” she wheezed. Celestia dangled herself just a bit closer. From the way she lay across the queen, chest to chest, she could feel the waves of hunger charge though her body.
“Please what? Please stop? I’m considering it actually.”
“No! pleasss…”
“Please feed you? Will you stop resisting?”
A moment passed as more pure anger and humiliation built up behind the hazy green eyes. She was a queen, a queen of an entire empire, a mighty race that should be feared like no other. The throne of her hive rose above all her subjects, they adored her and she provided for them. Royal blood and strong magic flowed through her. Her terror were tales told to naughty young children.
She was not a poor defenseless subject, pitiful and weak. If she could only find the strength to retaliate- Her stomach rumbled.
“Yesss…”
The sun goddess's lips tugged wickedly. “Good girl.”
Celestia descended over the changeling’s mouth. Tiny twin daggers eagerly pierced the flesh of her neck. She grunted but bared the sensation as she felt a force within syphon away. Having the loved sucked out of her body was never an experience she could quite get over.
She pulled away quickly, which was even more acrid than the initial sinking of the teeth, but she knew Chrysalis wouldn’t stop until she had her full otherwise. The changeling grunted too. The giver wasn’t supposed to pull away like that. Their connection was supposed to be broken carefully.
Little globs of love, pink and shimmering, fell from the holes that closed back slowly and plopped down on Chrysalis’ lips. She greedily lapped at them, wishing for more despite the bitter after taste.
The room stopped spinning and most of her pores filled up, but that didn’t mean she was fully restored to her full glory. She was still weak, but at least, not a breath away from death.
“There… now you’re alert enough to... have some real fun.” Celestia was out of breath for a moment. It always took a bit of strength to remove herself when she granted Chrysalis some of her love. “Look at you. Just a bit of love and you have already filled out so well.” The princess pulled away to sit up properly. Her hungry eyes roamed unabashed over the stomach that was less sunken in, succulent breasts that grew to more than just a handful, lips no longer dry and dead, and turbulent emerald eyes focused and alight with hate.
“Just get on with it already,” Chrysalis said turning up her lip.
“Maybe I allowed you too much. You’ve forgotten the purpose of your mouth again. Let me remind you.” With unnecessary force, the changeling’s face was grabbed again, holding her still while self divined lips crashed against hers.
They both closed their eyes, one in avoidance and the other in sick pleasure. Celestia moaned into morpher’s mouth as she deepened the kiss. She was met with no resistance by the woman beneath her, there was too much on the line, but she didn’t return anything to the kiss.
Floating just above her lips, Celestia pulled away to say “This isn’t nearly as fun as when you’re not enjoying yourself too.”
“Let me be someone else.”
The princess rolled her eyes. So be it. If she didn’t want to have fun, then she didn’t want to have fun.
Their mouths came together again. The sun goddess took her time sliding her tongue about, tickling Chrysalis’ gums and the roof of her mouth. When Celestia tongue brushed the right spot, Chrysalis couldn’t help but shudder, failing to suppress her own sounds. Her tongue flicked against Celestia’s on reflex, and the princess took the opportunity to roll their wet appendages together. She worked her mouth until the changeling had to pull away, having no interest in enjoying herself.
It didn’t bother Celestia in the slightest. She pecked along the queen’s strong jawline, grazing her teeth over the exposed flesh. She found the place left tender by her earlier bite. Taking a moment to inspect it, she noticed the way it bloomed in a red patch. It was warmer than the unagitated skin around it. Celestia kissed it softly, almost apologetically.
“Did that hurt, when I bit you?” Her voice was quiet, so much more sane than it had been but a moment before. Chrysalis didn’t reply. She didn’t want pity, or an apology. And she didn’t want to give Celestia the satisfaction of knowing that she hurt her.
“Did it?” Celestia sounded distracted, as though receiving an answer wouldn’t have registered anyway. She stroked the spot with her fingers, lightly, not wanting to cause anymore pain.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice distant. She was probably thinking about her again. “I’m sorry.”
Chrysalis wonder how long it would last this time. Her children were starving, she didn’t want to sit through mental breaks, but with her arms tied and magic blocked that was all she could do.
Celestia blinked, remembering where she was and who she was with.
Her downward travel was reinstated without as much as an explanation, not that Chrysalis expected one.
The day bringer occupied her hand with a soft mound while her tongue acquainted itself with the other. They were perkier than before, and firmer. She massaged the masses flicking her thumb across the tight nipple. She noticed the rise and fall of Chrysalis’ chest quicken. She must have been trying to hold herself back again.
Chrysalis was ignoring the excitement that was steadily growing in her loins, refusing to think about the feeling of her own liquid gathering.
Celestia tweaked a bud between two fingers as she rolled the breast around under her palm. Chrysalis moaned. The sun mover’s teeth found the other nipple and pulled with just enough force to make the queen surrender more sounds.
Moving farther down, Celestia nipped her way along the flat expanse of stomach, which wasn’t as hollow as before. She kissed her down her stomach, lapping here and there, toying with the dip of her naval. The heated puffs of air made her stomach heave in anticipation.
Celestia was close to her treasure. Just before she claimed what was hers she stopped, letting her warm breath dance across Chrysalis’ nether lips.
“Chryssy, you’re already so wet. I thought you weren’t going to have any fun.”
“I’m not.”
“That’s not what your body is telling me. You’re sopping down here.”
The morpher didn’t reply, so Celestia continued to tease the moist lips, smirking the whole time.
Her finger gently probed the lips with a finger, letting it glide up and down over the slit as it gathered liquid. The slick digit taunted the swollen bud peeking through the plush folds, but the sensation wasn’t enough. There was hardly any force applied to the caress and not enough friction.
Chrysalis pulled on the chains that kept her arms pulled back on the bed, trying to keep herself from squirming against the frustrating touch. Celestia turned her head to one of the changeling’s inner thighs, letting her breath rolled over it in warm pants. The queen couldn’t contain the tremble that passed through her leg even as she pulled tighter on her bonds.
Without a word Celestia sat up, smug smile intact, then crawled back up Chrysalis’ body, dragging her heavy breast and tight nipples along her.
“I could just leave you here you know. Just let you simmer in your own arousal, pining for me, aching for me. You are weak, Chryssy, so fragile.”
Chrysalis’ chest rose and fell with speed as she listed to taunts that made her lips curl. If only she had just a bit more to eat. If only the inhibitor ring was gone. She could show Celestia just how fragile she was.
“This is what I love about you, Chryssy. You know it’s true. Why else could I feed you?” Celestia lay next to the changeling with one leg draped between hers and a fingers lazily twiddling between Chrysalis’ folds.
“I hate you,” she seethed.
“But you need me, and that’s so much more important.” The sun goddess repositioned herself yet again, moving in front of Chrysalis to spread her legs in a scissor across the queen’s.
Celestia was more than ready herself. Every struggle against the shackles, every failure to suppress moans, every escaped quiver had set Celestia ablaze. She pressed her wetness to Chrysalis, letting her head fall back and her mouth hang open.
She didn’t move, not for a long while. She simply reveled in the feeling of moist flesh flushed together. Then, she stopped leaning on one of her arms to have it grasp at the floppy pendulums that hung from her chest and rolled her hips.
So slow and sensual. So teasing in it’s own satisfying way. Celestia dragged out their connection, drawing delight from the frown that mingled with concentrated pleasure on Chrysalis’ brow.
Celestia quickened the pace and ignited her magic, sending a length of energy between them as something firmer to grind against. “You’ll always be my play thing, Chryssy. You’ll always depend on me to make your little snatch drip.” She was panting but continued on. “You’ll always be mine.”
“I don’t blame her,” Chrysalis mumble through the rising pleasure.
“What?” Celestia blinked as her brow furrowed.
“I don’t blame Luna. If you treated her like this, then I don’t blame her.”
Celestia missed a beat, and Chrysalis lept at the chance to salt the wound. “You chased her away-”
“Be quiet Chrysalis, you don’t know what you are talking about.”
“You made her look for an escap- ahh.”
Celestia dug her nails into the queen’s leg, thrusting her hips faster and making the magic dildo surge inside of them.
Chrysalis shook her head, holding back the grimace of pain. She’d be silent when she wanted to. “You’re alone and disgusting inside because- ugh- you are weak- ah.”
“I am not weak! And I had to send her away!” The grip kept tightening on Chrysalis’ leg.
Turning her glowing green eyes to the enraged princess above, she saw how her eyes widened in even more demented hate than she ever befor. The multi-coloured hair lost it’s regality and swayed with a terrible wrath. The glowing princess looked more like a mad tyrant.
Celestia spoke again through grit teeth and a voice that could frighten a legion of demons. “I’ve learned that everyone has a fate, a destiny. Everyone is meant for something. She was meant to go. She was meant to turn away from the light." Her eyes lost focus, but she continued to slam into the queen.
"She was meant to leave me here to rot. I didn’t have a choice!" Their hot sexes crashed against one another. Celestia's fury built as memories resurfaced. Chrysalis moaned despite herself, the rod pumped deeper into her clenching tunnel.
"I was meant to do it. Meant to! I wasn’t my fault, I had to send her away! I was meant to! I didn’t want to but it was my duty. My destiny! That damn little thing that decides every action we make! Every ant hill we step on! Every book we read! Every person that person that leaves our lives!"
Chrysalis felt like she was going to explode. Celestia was screaming at her, no- just screaming and she just happened to be in the room. "It wasn’t my fault! I had-”
Celestia blinked. Her vision took a moment to clear before she noticed how deeply her finger dug into Chrysalis’ leg. Blood didn’t spill, but it felt like the skin would have given way soon enough. A deep breath brought her mind back down to earth, wild expression, hair, and all.
Not once did her thrusting stop, and it seemed that they were both teetering on the ledge.
“We all have a purpose, Chrysalis." Her voice calmed, but with her gaze turned back to reality, she glared at the queen. "You were meant to be my play thing." She pulled back before delivering a deep thrust. Chrysalis pulled on her chains as her mouth fell open. "Meant to beg for the lives of those parasites you call you children." Another hard thrust.
"That’s all.” The release bloomed across both of them, tensing their muscles and spreading a warmth throughout their bodies before they came barreling back down. The magic energy dispersed.
Chrysalis felt the bed shift and a weight settled on her. Her mind was in a blur so instinct took over and she found herself piercing flesh to feed once more.
When she pulled away, full in her stomach and in the final restorations of her body, Celestia rolled off of her. They both panted in the dark silent aftermath, looking up to the ceiling at their favorite dark spot.
The magic inhibitor was pulled off of Chrysalis’ finger, then Celestia snapped and a scroll was in her presence. Two more snaps: one to sign it and it seal it in an official case, and the other to release the shackles on the changeling’s wrist.
The scroll that granted her people’s feeding rights was transported back to the Hive Lands by a spell of Chrysalis’ own command.
Once she knew it was secure in her kingdom she lunged on Celestia, hands around her neck.
She wanted to squeeze her until the sunlight in her eyes flickered out, but this time Celestia didn’t even put up a fight.
Chrysalis eased her hold, watching Celestia gasped for the air she was denied. Chrysalis’ understood, so she removed herself from the bed, summoning her clothes back onto her body. She was back in her dress, deep inky black and not a hole to be seen.
“You’re weak, Celestia. So fragile.”
The immortal goddess so mighty and revered was bound by her nature to keep her life sustained. Someone else could destroy her, but not she herself.
Putting on her black crown, the Queen of the Changelings said, “You’ll always need me.”
Celestia rolled over before she could see the flash of green magic that signaled a successful departure. She was alone in her chilly room once more.
Author's Note
Dark tag?
