Liquid Loveby DeshamableChaptersLiquid LovePersonal Urinary AssistantBut IS it Love?The Changeling MindLiquid LoveChrysalis looks around her new room, making sure everything is clean; as clean as it could get, at least. The changelings had to relocate to a new hive after the conflict in Canterlot; eventually, they settled down here. A crummy, but deep cave in a clearing close to the center of the Everfree Forest. Letting out a soft sigh, Chrysalis turns over onto her stomach in her "bed." Of course, her bed is nothing but a pile of dirt, leaves, and moss. She can't complain; out of the entire hive, hers is the largest and the most comfortable. The skittering of hooves toward her bedchamber awakens Chrysalis from her.. relaxation, making her sit up in her bed. One of her subjects stands in the doorway. She's female, and very cute; unlike most of Chysalis's changelings, this one doesn't have a lot of muscle and, instead, has a beautiful, mare-like figure. Much more like Chrysalis's than the usual changeling. The changeling walks into the room, slowly. Despite her love and care for each of her changelings, they all still seem to fear Chrysalis for some reason. Perhaps it's because she has the power to kill them all off at once, but that shouldn't mean anything. It's not like she wants to or has any reason to. Chrysalis speaks up, making the changeling jump into alertness. "What is it you need?" The changeling scuffles her hoof, nervously, and despite her black skin color, a blush is visible, appearing on her cheeks. "Um.. I have a report.. there are no threats nearby.." Chrysalis nods. "That is good. Please, come here, young one. I do not like it when my beloved children fear me." She smiles tenderly, patting a spot next to her on the bed. The truth is, Chrysalis is starving for some love. Her entire race loves her, sure, but unless it is direct and in at least remotely close contact, she would feed more efficiently by licking crumbs off the ground of a pony settlement. The changeling approaches Chrysalis's bed and climbs onto it, hesitantly, but still somewhat eagerly. Chrysalis puts her arms around the changeling, causing her to squeak adorably. "State your name, my dear.." She responds, "Chitin.. my n-name is um.. Chitin.." Chrysalis can't help but smirk at the cute stuttering. She pulls Chitin closer and nuzzles her face, evoking another cute squeak from her. "I like your name.. Chitin," Chrysalis says in a teasing, yet smooth voice. "I think you may serve my needs perfectly." Naturally, as her adoring subjects and children, the changelings are all ready to do anything for Chrysalis. But, despite that, she still feels a little bit guilty for what she's about to do to this changeling. Even knowing she's certain to like it, the principle alone is enough to make the average pony shudder. Chrysalis reaches around Chitin and carefully pulls her face close to her own. The scent of her breath is sweet to Chitin, yet still toxic and dirty in its own way. Chrysalis pulls her into a deep kiss, yanking her at the same time, causing the two to fall on the bed with Chrysalis on bottom and Chitin on top. Chitin closes her eyes and presses back into the kiss, loving the acidic, slightly bitter taste of her beloved queen. Unable to resist the temptation, she pushes her tongue into Chrysalis's mouth. It doesn't take long for their tongues to meet and play with each other. They both love the soft, warm, wet feeling of their tongues touching, their moist lips being forced together. Chrysalis dominantly moves her tongue above Chitin's, forcing it down and giving Chitin an unadulterated taste of her saliva. Chitin shivers at it, rubbing her own tongue against the bottom of Chysalis's, desperately wanting more. Eventually, Chrysalis breaks the kiss, pulling away from Chitin. "I would like to have some fun with you," she purrs. Unsure exactly how she should react, Chitin simply blushes and nods, wanting only to serve her queen and serve her well. Deep inside, deeper than the personality and the soul of a changeling, that is what they exist to do; within their deepest pits they all desire to serve their queen. It's simply part of their genes. Chrysalis effortlessly rolls over with Chitin on her, switching their positions: Chrysalis on top and Chitin on bottom. She looks down, into Chitin's glowing, shy eyes. "Allow me to reward you, for your service to the hive." Chitin hesitantly nods, putting her arms around Chrysalis once more. "Y-Yes, my queen.." Chrysalis giggles softly. All of the changelings look the same to other ponies; it takes a changeling to see the beauty within each and every one of them. As the changeling queen, Chrysalis naturally has a "sixth sense" for detecting changeling beauty. Without so much a breath of reluctance, Chrysalis crawls backward on the bed, until her face is directly in line with Chitin's crotch. She pushes her tongue out and flattens it against Chitin's tailhole, before slowly dragging it upward along her slit, all the way up to Chitin's clitoris. Chitin's private mareparts are already soaking themselves due to the arousal. She reaches down and tentatively puts her hoof on the back of Chrysalis's head, hoping not to show too much dominance with the gesture. It's no secret to any changeling, or pony for that matter, that Chrysalis loves to be in control of any and all things she can. Despite that, though, Chrysalis doesn't seem to mind Chitin's reaching down and petting her mane. Chrysalis wraps her lips around Chitin's stiffened clit, enjoying the salty, yet somehow minty taste of her glistening feminine juices. Chitin makes a slow attempt at closing her legs around Chrysalis's head, but Chrysalis reaches up and stops them, forcing them right back open; this evokes a weak, pained squeak from Chitin, as her legs are held even wider than they were before, and probably wider than what's safe for any creature's leg. Worried about either of her legs breaking, she raises her legs slightly to ease the tension on them; Chrysalis allows her to. Chitin gasps and starts to moan loudly as Chrysalis beings roughly sucking on her clit, teasing it erratically with her tongue. Left, right, left, then quickly upwards; Chrysalis makes sure to make no predictable pattern with her movements, wanting every second of the reward to be a surprise to Chitin. The moans from Chitin only increase in volume and intensity as Chrysalis continues her working of the clitoris. Finally, knowing Chitin is undoubtedly half of a breath away from a hard orgasm, Chrysalis moves her muzzle back down and licks at Chitin's vulva, swallowing most of the liquefied arousal, then thrusts her muzzle deep into Chitin's marepuss. Chitin yelps loudly before squirting several splashes of sweet marecum in Chrysalis's face, most of the warm fluid dripping onto her muzzle. Chrysalis pulls out of Chitin's marehood, then uses her long tongue to lick as much of her muzzle clean as she can, loving the sweet, tangy taste of Chitin's fluids. The two lie motionless, not wanting to disrupt the sweet moment too quickly for fear of ruining the entire event. After a while, though, Chrysalis gets her hooves under her body and stands. She looks down at Chitin with an expression that makes her uncomfortable. "You've received your reward.. it is now time for you to serve me once more." Chitin blushes darkly as Chrysalis readjusts her position, standing over Chitin with her shapely flank directly above her face. Chitin eyes the queen's beautiful mare-bits, significantly larger and more noticeable than that of most changelings or ponies due to the increased size of her body. With a heavy sigh of what, to Chitin, sounds like relief, Chrysalis sits her plump rump down on Chitin's face, pressing the back of her head down into the dirt and leaves of the bed. Chitin begins to lick on and suck inside of Chrysalis's marehood, desperately and sloppily attempting to pleasure the queen that gave her life. Chrysalis shakes her head. "I don't think you're going to succeed that way, my darling." She gives an almost cruel chuckle, then raises her flank slightly, giving Chitin a small amount of space to move her head. Chitin moves her head upwards, only enough to relieve some of her discomfort. She speaks in her soft, shy voice. "What are you doing, your highness..?" Chrysalis thinks of the best way to respond, resulting in only a shrug; actions speak louder than words. Chrysalis begins to forcefully shoot urine downwards from between her legs, directly into Chitin's face. Having not expected the sudden rush of piss, Chitin gasps, choking on it and coughing some up. Chrysalis doesn't relent, though, her stream staying strong and not moving from the poor changeling's muzzle. Despite the obvious discomfort of the situation, Chrysalis knows that Chitin enjoys it; changelings live to serve her, and she has yet to meet a changeling who wasn't more than happy to receive this kind of treatment. Finally, after coughing up about a liter of Chrysalis's liquid waste, Chitin opens her mouth around the queen's urethra and drinks directly from the source of the stream. She allows the steamy piss to fill her mouth often before swallowing, repeating the process frequently. The taste is far more bitter than anything Chitin has tasted before, but she desires only to serve Chrysalis. Spreading her legs a little, Chrysalis giggles softly as after several minutes, the stream still does not let up. Chitin feels rather full now and wonders exactly how much longer her queen can possibly continue the oral defiling. She has, by now, given up on tasting every last drop of it and is resorting to simply allowing the stream to flow from her queen's exit directly to her entry, no longer filling her mouth- a direct, unstopped transfer of fluids. Still more minutes pass, and Chitin thinks her stomach may burst if it receives another drop of urine. Fortunately, Chrysalis now feels that her tank is almost empty and stands. She moves her flank around, still peeing, taking a few steps to ensure that Chitin is soaked head to tail in her golden shower, then spreads her legs over Chitin's face once the flow stops. Chitin winces, hoping she doesn't get another mouthful of Chrysalis's urine. Her fear is erased once Chrysalis gives her an order; "Clean me up, my dear. It is unbecoming of a queen to have a poorly wiped flank." Chitin sighs quietly in relief, firmly planting her tongue against Chrysalis's marehood and using it as the best toilet paper that any queen has ever deserved. She continues licking, and licking, and licking, swallowing every last drop of the traces of urine. She goes on until the taste on her tongue is ridden of her queen's sweet waste fluids. Chrysalis turns her head and looks back at the smaller changeling. "Are you finished?" Chitin responds with a small nod, and Chrysalis stands up. She reaches her arms in front of her and lowers the front half of her body, stretching in a provocative pose above Chitin, who admires the sexy, long body of Chrysalis. Once she's done stretching, Chrysalis turns around and lies back down on top of Chitin. "You've been a good servant. I will allow you my bed for only this night." Chitin gives Chrysalis a happy gasp and puts her arms around her, cuddling into her chest with a tight hug. The two cuddle together on the bed for another few hours; Chrysalis uses her magic to check the time, finding the sun has just risen outside. She gently pokes Chitin in the side. "I believe you have scavenging to-" To her surprise, though, Chitin is asleep, snoring softly under her. Chrysalis smiles, closing her eyes and cuddling against the sleeping changeling, being careful not to awaken her. Her horn glows as she gives a quick order to the rest of the hive; Chitin's relieved of her duties. Chrysalis moves her muzzle to Chitin's ear and whispers in a seductive tone, "You'll be working 'directly under' me from now on.." Personal Urinary AssistantSeveral days have passed since Chitin got hired as Chrysalis's "personal urinary assistant" (the title was Chrysalis's idea). Chitin thoroughly loves her new position in the hive, even if she isn't directly helping other changelings; she is helping to serve their queen. The top-priority order. Chitin walks into Chrysalis's bedchamber, having been summoned for use again. Chitin noticed that Chrysalis's needs for relief was steadily increasing, particularly since she had started to get more comfortable atop Chitin. But she doesn't mind; the taste of Chrysalis's fresh urine isn't bad. It's often sweet with salty undertones, or it's bitter with sweet undertones and a foul aftertaste, or, if Chitin was lucky, it was purely salty and bitter. For some reason, Chitin loves that the most. Logically the taste should be worse, but to Chitin, that disgusting flavour is starting to become a craving. Chrysalis eyes Chitin as she enters the room. Chitin cannot help but look up and down the beautiful queen's slender body, her gaze stopping at that wonderful, magnificent flank. "Thank you for being so prompt, my servant." Chrysalis's eyes go half-lidded as she sees Chitin staring at her tush. "I need your help with something new, this time. But first.." Chrysalis turns around and raises her flank, ever so slightly, the very gesture that Chitin hoped for since entering the room. Chitin walks across the room in a hurry, immediately lying down on her back, positioning her face under Chrysalis's shapely plot. "Ready down here, ma'am!" Chrysalis smiles deviously to herself. "Good. Open up." Without waiting even a second after giving the command, Chrysalis lowers her rear and pushes her vulva against Chitin's mouth. Chitin immediately begins to lick at Chrysalis's tasty private parts, savoring the sweet, tangy flavour of Chrysalis's feminine lubrication. She makes sure her mouth remains open enough to not make a mess, should Chrysalis start going at the wrong second. As Chitin had previously predicted, Chrysalis begins to shoot a hot, steamy stream of urine into Chitin's mouth. Chitin immediately opens her mouth wider to ensure not a single drop of the delicious fluid can escape. Much to Chitin's dismay, though, a lot of it goes about its usual route and splashes all over her face, being effectively wasted. Chrysalis sighs in relief, loosening her muscles and increasing the force of the already powerful pissing. Chitin can feel the warmth of the liquid as it flows into her mouth, down her throat, then into her stomach to be remade into her own brand. The thought excites Chitin of what her own urine would taste like if she drank it- would it taste like Chrysalis's, or would it be even more foul? Deep inside, Chitin hopes the answer is the latter. Eventually, Chrysalis's bladder is emptied. Chitin licks her lips before leaning up and running her flat tongue along Chrysalis's vulva, cleaning it of any trace of urine. She lies back down, looking up at Chrysalis's plot. "Finished, my queen." "Good." Chrysalis turns around and looks down at Chitin, into her eyes. "I need you to help me.. test.. something. It involves the deepest areas of the changeling conscious." Chrysalis's eyes narrow. "Areas of which even I normally cannot reach." Chitin doesn't like thinking on the subject. Every atom of every essence of every tissue of every changeling belongs to the queen, and is controlled by the queen at all times, every day, every night, twenty-four-seven, sleeping, awake, unconscious, subconscious, conscious; if a changeling is alive, then Chrysalis can sense every little piece of its very being. Which immediately raises little changeling alarms in their minds when they learn there is something within them that the queen does not control, that the queen did not create, that the queen does not monitor. It's the scariest feeling in the world to them for any part of them to be cut off from Chrysalis. In fact, the thought is so scary to Chitin, she at first decides to ignore what Chrysalis said. "My queen? May I leave?" Chrysalis shook her head in response. "No, you may not. We must test this." Chitin gulps heavily. Tears begin to form in her eyes and her limbs grow weaker and shakier by the second. The fear every changeling has is to be tested by her, the most easily scared changeling of them all. Life just isn't fair, Chitin thinks to herself. "M-My queen, why must I be the one to do this..?" Chrysalis clears her throat, closing her eyes. The reason, to her, isn't one so simple to understand and she definitely will not be telling any ponies or even changelings about it. "Because, my dear Chitin.. I love you." Despite the calming words of her queen, the lump in Chitin's throat won't go down. It feels as if it's poking at her esophagus, attempting to burst free and leave Chitin as a dying mess on the ground. She wishes it would. The pain and fear of what might happen is too much for any changeling. "Let us begin," Chrysalis says in a somber tone as she approaches Chitin. Chitin wants to run away, but she can't; her instincts to stay with the queen are too strong, and her legs are shaking too much either way. She must watch as Chrysalis's horn glows its bright, green color, and she touches it to Chitin's forehead.. A very bright and spectacular flash of white light fills the room. Chrysalis gasps as the light spreads out, illuminating the once dark cave with surprising power. The deepest, darkest fears of Chitin are realized as the secret, unreachable part of her mind frees itself with the help of Chrysalis's magic. Both changelings go unconscious in the magical explosion. Hours later, Chitin wakes up. She's lying on the ground, her limbs sprawled out. Yet.. she doesn't feel like herself. It feels as if she's realizing the world all at once.. it's giving her quite a damn headache. She stands and slams her hoof angrily down into the ground, cracking it easily. Her anger is boiling up and over, up, and over, and up, and over.. she wants to take it out on something. Her thoughts are running wild. She looks down at Chrysalis, who is still unconscious. She wants revenge. "I'm your toilet, my queen?" She walks over, lowering her face to Chrysalis's and whispering in a seductive, but furiously aggressive tone. "I'm your bitch? Your little servant, your Personal Urinary Assistant? No more.. that's all you now. You're not fit to be queen." She spits in Chrysalis's face. "I am." But IS it Love?The black darkness of the changeling queen's bedchamber slowly fades as Chrysalis's eyes adjust to it. She's not entirely sure what happened before she collapsed, but she knows Chitin has something to do with it. For some reason, though, she finds that she can't move. As she tries to sit up, she finds cold, metal shackles keeping her arms and legs bound to her bed. Naturally, she attempts to use her powerful magic to dispel the shackles, but finds that her magic is not working properly. Chrysalis struggles against her bindings, hoping by some miracle her hooves would be small enough to fit through them, but it's no use. She tries magic again, only to have her horn spark out with a disappointing sound. The quick realization hits her that she has some kind of magic insulator on her horn, effectively blocking all of her magic use. She attempts something simple, trying to levitate a strand of her hair off of her face, just to hear that same disappointing sound. A familiar skittering of hooves approaches, and Chrysalis immediately calls out. "Guards..! Help me, immediately!" Her command, however, is met with no response. The skittering gets closer, starting to fill Chrysalis with dread. Memory is rushing over her like a tsunami of regret. What had she done to Chitin? The skittering finally reaches her. Sure enough, when she looks in its direction she finds Chitin's cute, slender figure, standing beside her bed. "Chitin! Free me, at once!" Chrysalis barks. "Did you do this!?" Chrysalis knows that she did; she can see into Chitin's memories, after all. She understands immediately the mistake she made, forcing this onto her most beloved servant. Upon seeing Chitin not following her orders, she sternly shouts again. "Free me!" "But why would We free you? We see no reason." Chitin's voice is silky, smoothed by her anger and hatred. All of it is incredibly out of place, to Chrysalis. "I am your queen, I am your mother..! Free me, Chitin!" Tears well up in Chrysalis's eyes as her yelling has no effect. She's never felt this way about any of her changelings before. She doesn't want to hurt Chitin. The idea of hurting Chitin is so incomprehensible to the queen, she has no ideas of what to do. All she knows that she can do is submit. "You're not fit to rule. We will rule the hive." Chitin climbs onto the bed and stands over Chrysalis, looking down into her eyes. "We will switch places. In every respect." Chrysalis isn't sure of how to respond to Chitin's demands. She isn't sure of anything at the moment. Her options are to submit to Chitin or hurt Chitin. But, to Chrysalis, neither one is an option. Submission is defeat, defeat isn't an option. But hurting Chitin is... Chitin lies down on top of Chrysalis, staring deeply into her eyes. Chrysalis, for the first time in her life, realizes why so many ponies classify the eyes as the "doors to one's soul." Within Chitin's eyes, she sees anger, hatred, sorrow, regret, and most of all, lust. Lust for power, lust for vengeance, and lust for dominance. It's almost like looking into a mirror. The hunger doesn't fade from Chitin's eyes as Chrysalis gazes into them. In fact, the sight of seeing her queen so obviously afraid seems to motivate Chitin's actions. She's going to take everything that the queen has, and make it her own, and without the queen stopping her, who will? "You will be a normal changeling. And We will be the queen." Chrysalis's eyes widen at the claim. What kind of queen would she be to let that happen? To let her hive be stolen from under her nose? "Let the transfer of power begin." To emphasize her point, Chitin stands back up and turns around. Her changeling plot hovers a small distance above Chrysalis's face, allowing Chrysalis to catch the sweet scent of Chitin's intimate parts. She's glad that at least this part of Chitin is still the same. Despite the position and Chitin's desire to dominate, though, Chrysalis can see with a quick glance that the idea is not the most arousing to her. A tornado of thoughts are slammed around within Chrysalis's mind as the scene unfolds before her. At the same time she realizes she can't escape her imprisonment, even if she wants to hurt Chitin, she thinks that the idea of submitting to Chitin.. isn't that bad. At the moment, the smaller changeling was acting as a perfect reflection of Chrysalis herself, so submitting would even compliment her own dominant ability. Although, Chrysalis can't see herself shackling a changeling for this.. Chrysalis's confused thoughts are all interrupted when Chitin lies down, spreading her legs a little to give Chrysalis room to breathe. Chrysalis's muzzle is planted firmly against Chitin's marehood, which begins to wet with arousal at the touch of Chrysalis's cold nose. "You live for this, now." Chitin commands Chrysalis. "You breathe in this, you sleep in this." Chrysalis doesn't respond to Chitin's down-talking, aside from giving her unfortunately delicious slit a few licks. Chitin gives no more than a slightly pleasured, tiny sigh. Growing more impatient and aroused, she starts to move her thighs, grinding her private parts all over Chrysalis's face. Feeling her own fluids leaking, Chrysalis starts to comply with Chitin's dominance. She sticks the full length of her tongue out and allows Chitin's vulva to find it, then forcefully and incessantly licks into her shiny, glistening feminine bits. Chitin barely allows any pleasure to show through whispered moans and muffled gasps. "How does it feel to be on the bottom?" Chitin wants to demean the queen as much as possible. She wants to be the queen. "We hope you like it as much as We did. It's where you belong, after all." Chrysalis thinks of what she should do, deciding that a direct order is more likely to get through to Chitin than anything else is. "Chitin, I command you to-" Her voice is immediately muffled as Chitin slams her flank down, pushing all of Chrysalis's muzzle into her marehood, impressively suppressing any sound of pleasure while doing so. "We don't believe We understood that. Come again?" Chrysalis doesn't say anything, now submissively lapping at the moist inner walls of Chitin's marehood. It doesn't feel right to Chrysalis, but she still doesn't mind it. She has always wondered how it feels to submit to someone weaker than her. Admittedly, she isn't fond of the feeling, but she doesn't hate it too much, either. She even considers, for a moment, that when Chitin is done with her whole queen phase, she'll start allowing her to be dominant more often. Chitin raises her flank for a long moment. "You will beg for your drink, fake queen." Chrysalis barely sees Chitin raise her hoof, over her marehood. "Or you will suffer violent bruising." Only allowing herself a second to make painful guesses at what Chitin means, Chrysalis pleads, "Please give me your waste juice." Suddenly, pain floods through Chrysalis as Chitin slams her hoof down into her crotch, making her cry out. "I b-beg of you, let me have it..!" Tears start to form in Chrysalis's eyes as Chitin pounds her between the legs again. "Who are you addressing, Chrysalis?" Chrysalis isn't sure what Chitin means, with the question. Is her mind that scrambled? "You, Chitin.." She sees Chitin raise her hoof once more, immediately realizing what she wants at the same time. "My queen..! Please, relieve yourself on me, queen Chitin, your highness!" A content smile forms on Chitin's lips, and she lowers her hoof back into its original position. "If you insist, Our dear servant." She lowers her flank back down, ever so slowly, making absolutely sure that Chrysalis gets a good view of the faucet she'll be drinking from. "If you spill a drop, We will suffocate you in Our flank." Chrysalis opens her mouth wide, not liking the idea of suf-flank-ation, and patiently awaits her drink. Because demoting her from queen to toilet isn't enough, Chitin taunts Chrysalis from above. "Our waste has been much more hot and foul in scent than usual, for the past few moons." Chitin gives Chrysalis a light scowl. "We have had no drink other than yours, after all. We look forward to allowing you to taste your own medicine." Giving Chrysalis hardly a second to let the sour trash-talk sink in, Chitin relaxes her muscles and releases one quick spurt of piss into Chrysalis's acceptant mouth. Chrysalis involuntarily gags and cringes at the taste. The flavor is like that of extremely salty swamp water, yet somehow, despite the over-the-top saltiness, there's still room for it to also be the most bitter thing Chrysalis has ever tasted. Chitin waits a long moment, wanting Chrysalis to get a good idea of exactly how much hell she's about to go through, then forces her flank down. Her perfect aim lands her urethra pointed straight at Chrysalis's tongue. Chrysalis tries to close her mouth to protest, but Chitin's plot keeps it firmly secure. Another hot water gun shot of urine crashes into Chrysalis's tongue, evoking another gag. For a moment it seems, to Chrysalis, that Chitin may ease her into it and get her used to the taste. Unfortunately, that hope is crushed as Chitin giggles above her, quickly turning her miniature water gun into a full-blown fire hose. Chrysalis can't even bring herself to willingly swallow as her mouth is filled and defiled by the vile fluid. It forcefully presses against the entrance to her throat, and she eventually has no choice but to loosen it to allow the piss to flow down. No swallow after the first is any easier, either. Chrysalis finds herself choking every time her mouth is filled, but the urine has nowhere to go except her nose, where it leaks out, burning the insides of her nostrils painfully. Chitin's relentless urinating holds up until Chrysalis feels as though she can hold no more. Then, with the stream slowing to a halt, Chitin relaxes her flank and stops pressing Chrysalis's head into the bed. Chrysalis is panting with her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth. Chitin squirts out a last few drops of urine that land on top of it. "Clean us." Even though she desperately wants to protest, Chrysalis presses her tongue against Chitin's marehood, licking up and down until no traces of urine remain. Chitin flies off of the bed and stands next to Chrysalis. There is an audible bump as Chitin loses consciousness and falls to the ground. Chrysalis's eyes widen in surprise as the changeling that had just practically raped her just goes unconscious for no reason. Several minutes pass before Chitin awakens and stands up. "Mmh.. My head.." She looks at Chrysalis and squeaks, her expression turning frantic and concerned. "My queen..! W-Why are you chained down?" Chrysalis does nothing but stare at Chitin, considering. She's definitely not going to get away with this, that's for sure. Chrysalis wonders, exactly how bad will her urine be the next time she has to go? She chuckles softly. One thing's certain; she doesn't envy Chitin at all. Author's Note Not sure if I should take this one any further. Lemme know what you think of a fourth or fifth chapter in the comments. The Changeling MindChrysalis looks down at Chitin, who is bowing before her, begging for forgiveness. The thought crosses Chrysalis's mind that those thoughts were all within Chitin's own self; why should she hold back punishment? She taps her hoof to the ground, unsure how to handle to complicated situation. She still loves Chitin, and who's to say that the hunger for dominance and anger Chitin displayed in her messed up state isn't within all changelings? She closes her eyes. Next time she decides to play with someone's mind, she'll make sure to be more careful. Meanwhile, Chitin seems to be punishing herself more than Chrysalis ever could. "I'm sorry my queen..!" "Please punish me..!" "I'm a terrible servant- I'm a terrible changeling- I'm terrible at everything..!" It isn't until Chrysalis raises her hoof that Chitin flinches away and goes silent with a whimper. "You are not in trouble, my child." Chrysalis comforts Chitin in the calmest voice she can manage. "What transpired was of no one's fault but my own. I should not have cast spells on your mind the way I had." Chitin stomps her hoof, suddenly, feeling angry at herself. "I-It wasn't your fault, your highness, those thoughts all came from my head!" Chrysalis allows that thought to sit for a moment before approaching Chitin. Chitin flinches again, still giving whines and squeaks; but Chrysalis doesn't punish her. She gently sets her hoof on Chitin's shoulder. "Those thoughts may have been in your head, my dear Chitin, but I was the one who put them there from the start." She clears her throat. "You changelings are all my children; but you also share all of your minds with me. All of the anger and the lust for dominance you felt was my own. It was a grave mistake for me to allow you to feel it, and place it above even your loyalty to me." She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. "For a moment, Chitin, I was afraid it was all real. That those thoughts realyl were of your own free will. That you loved me no longer." No longer shaking, Chitin uncurls out of her little ball of safety and looks up into Chrysalis's eyes. She notices the eyes of her queen are soft and teary, and there's nothing more heartbreaking for a changeling to see. Chitin practically slams her face into Chrysalis's chest, hugging her as tightly and forcefully as possible, now holding back tears herself. "I n-never won't love you.." is all that Chitin can manage between her heavy breathing and her crying. Chrysalis wraps her arms back around Chitin, holding her close enough to feel both of their heartbeats. "And I'll never not love you back."
Liquid LoveChrysalis looks around her new room, making sure everything is clean; as clean as it could get, at least. The changelings had to relocate to a new hive after the conflict in Canterlot; eventually, they settled down here. A crummy, but deep cave in a clearing close to the center of the Everfree Forest. Letting out a soft sigh, Chrysalis turns over onto her stomach in her "bed." Of course, her bed is nothing but a pile of dirt, leaves, and moss. She can't complain; out of the entire hive, hers is the largest and the most comfortable. The skittering of hooves toward her bedchamber awakens Chrysalis from her.. relaxation, making her sit up in her bed. One of her subjects stands in the doorway. She's female, and very cute; unlike most of Chysalis's changelings, this one doesn't have a lot of muscle and, instead, has a beautiful, mare-like figure. Much more like Chrysalis's than the usual changeling. The changeling walks into the room, slowly. Despite her love and care for each of her changelings, they all still seem to fear Chrysalis for some reason. Perhaps it's because she has the power to kill them all off at once, but that shouldn't mean anything. It's not like she wants to or has any reason to. Chrysalis speaks up, making the changeling jump into alertness. "What is it you need?" The changeling scuffles her hoof, nervously, and despite her black skin color, a blush is visible, appearing on her cheeks. "Um.. I have a report.. there are no threats nearby.." Chrysalis nods. "That is good. Please, come here, young one. I do not like it when my beloved children fear me." She smiles tenderly, patting a spot next to her on the bed. The truth is, Chrysalis is starving for some love. Her entire race loves her, sure, but unless it is direct and in at least remotely close contact, she would feed more efficiently by licking crumbs off the ground of a pony settlement. The changeling approaches Chrysalis's bed and climbs onto it, hesitantly, but still somewhat eagerly. Chrysalis puts her arms around the changeling, causing her to squeak adorably. "State your name, my dear.." She responds, "Chitin.. my n-name is um.. Chitin.." Chrysalis can't help but smirk at the cute stuttering. She pulls Chitin closer and nuzzles her face, evoking another cute squeak from her. "I like your name.. Chitin," Chrysalis says in a teasing, yet smooth voice. "I think you may serve my needs perfectly." Naturally, as her adoring subjects and children, the changelings are all ready to do anything for Chrysalis. But, despite that, she still feels a little bit guilty for what she's about to do to this changeling. Even knowing she's certain to like it, the principle alone is enough to make the average pony shudder. Chrysalis reaches around Chitin and carefully pulls her face close to her own. The scent of her breath is sweet to Chitin, yet still toxic and dirty in its own way. Chrysalis pulls her into a deep kiss, yanking her at the same time, causing the two to fall on the bed with Chrysalis on bottom and Chitin on top. Chitin closes her eyes and presses back into the kiss, loving the acidic, slightly bitter taste of her beloved queen. Unable to resist the temptation, she pushes her tongue into Chrysalis's mouth. It doesn't take long for their tongues to meet and play with each other. They both love the soft, warm, wet feeling of their tongues touching, their moist lips being forced together. Chrysalis dominantly moves her tongue above Chitin's, forcing it down and giving Chitin an unadulterated taste of her saliva. Chitin shivers at it, rubbing her own tongue against the bottom of Chysalis's, desperately wanting more. Eventually, Chrysalis breaks the kiss, pulling away from Chitin. "I would like to have some fun with you," she purrs. Unsure exactly how she should react, Chitin simply blushes and nods, wanting only to serve her queen and serve her well. Deep inside, deeper than the personality and the soul of a changeling, that is what they exist to do; within their deepest pits they all desire to serve their queen. It's simply part of their genes. Chrysalis effortlessly rolls over with Chitin on her, switching their positions: Chrysalis on top and Chitin on bottom. She looks down, into Chitin's glowing, shy eyes. "Allow me to reward you, for your service to the hive." Chitin hesitantly nods, putting her arms around Chrysalis once more. "Y-Yes, my queen.." Chrysalis giggles softly. All of the changelings look the same to other ponies; it takes a changeling to see the beauty within each and every one of them. As the changeling queen, Chrysalis naturally has a "sixth sense" for detecting changeling beauty. Without so much a breath of reluctance, Chrysalis crawls backward on the bed, until her face is directly in line with Chitin's crotch. She pushes her tongue out and flattens it against Chitin's tailhole, before slowly dragging it upward along her slit, all the way up to Chitin's clitoris. Chitin's private mareparts are already soaking themselves due to the arousal. She reaches down and tentatively puts her hoof on the back of Chrysalis's head, hoping not to show too much dominance with the gesture. It's no secret to any changeling, or pony for that matter, that Chrysalis loves to be in control of any and all things she can. Despite that, though, Chrysalis doesn't seem to mind Chitin's reaching down and petting her mane. Chrysalis wraps her lips around Chitin's stiffened clit, enjoying the salty, yet somehow minty taste of her glistening feminine juices. Chitin makes a slow attempt at closing her legs around Chrysalis's head, but Chrysalis reaches up and stops them, forcing them right back open; this evokes a weak, pained squeak from Chitin, as her legs are held even wider than they were before, and probably wider than what's safe for any creature's leg. Worried about either of her legs breaking, she raises her legs slightly to ease the tension on them; Chrysalis allows her to. Chitin gasps and starts to moan loudly as Chrysalis beings roughly sucking on her clit, teasing it erratically with her tongue. Left, right, left, then quickly upwards; Chrysalis makes sure to make no predictable pattern with her movements, wanting every second of the reward to be a surprise to Chitin. The moans from Chitin only increase in volume and intensity as Chrysalis continues her working of the clitoris. Finally, knowing Chitin is undoubtedly half of a breath away from a hard orgasm, Chrysalis moves her muzzle back down and licks at Chitin's vulva, swallowing most of the liquefied arousal, then thrusts her muzzle deep into Chitin's marepuss. Chitin yelps loudly before squirting several splashes of sweet marecum in Chrysalis's face, most of the warm fluid dripping onto her muzzle. Chrysalis pulls out of Chitin's marehood, then uses her long tongue to lick as much of her muzzle clean as she can, loving the sweet, tangy taste of Chitin's fluids. The two lie motionless, not wanting to disrupt the sweet moment too quickly for fear of ruining the entire event. After a while, though, Chrysalis gets her hooves under her body and stands. She looks down at Chitin with an expression that makes her uncomfortable. "You've received your reward.. it is now time for you to serve me once more." Chitin blushes darkly as Chrysalis readjusts her position, standing over Chitin with her shapely flank directly above her face. Chitin eyes the queen's beautiful mare-bits, significantly larger and more noticeable than that of most changelings or ponies due to the increased size of her body. With a heavy sigh of what, to Chitin, sounds like relief, Chrysalis sits her plump rump down on Chitin's face, pressing the back of her head down into the dirt and leaves of the bed. Chitin begins to lick on and suck inside of Chrysalis's marehood, desperately and sloppily attempting to pleasure the queen that gave her life. Chrysalis shakes her head. "I don't think you're going to succeed that way, my darling." She gives an almost cruel chuckle, then raises her flank slightly, giving Chitin a small amount of space to move her head. Chitin moves her head upwards, only enough to relieve some of her discomfort. She speaks in her soft, shy voice. "What are you doing, your highness..?" Chrysalis thinks of the best way to respond, resulting in only a shrug; actions speak louder than words. Chrysalis begins to forcefully shoot urine downwards from between her legs, directly into Chitin's face. Having not expected the sudden rush of piss, Chitin gasps, choking on it and coughing some up. Chrysalis doesn't relent, though, her stream staying strong and not moving from the poor changeling's muzzle. Despite the obvious discomfort of the situation, Chrysalis knows that Chitin enjoys it; changelings live to serve her, and she has yet to meet a changeling who wasn't more than happy to receive this kind of treatment. Finally, after coughing up about a liter of Chrysalis's liquid waste, Chitin opens her mouth around the queen's urethra and drinks directly from the source of the stream. She allows the steamy piss to fill her mouth often before swallowing, repeating the process frequently. The taste is far more bitter than anything Chitin has tasted before, but she desires only to serve Chrysalis. Spreading her legs a little, Chrysalis giggles softly as after several minutes, the stream still does not let up. Chitin feels rather full now and wonders exactly how much longer her queen can possibly continue the oral defiling. She has, by now, given up on tasting every last drop of it and is resorting to simply allowing the stream to flow from her queen's exit directly to her entry, no longer filling her mouth- a direct, unstopped transfer of fluids. Still more minutes pass, and Chitin thinks her stomach may burst if it receives another drop of urine. Fortunately, Chrysalis now feels that her tank is almost empty and stands. She moves her flank around, still peeing, taking a few steps to ensure that Chitin is soaked head to tail in her golden shower, then spreads her legs over Chitin's face once the flow stops. Chitin winces, hoping she doesn't get another mouthful of Chrysalis's urine. Her fear is erased once Chrysalis gives her an order; "Clean me up, my dear. It is unbecoming of a queen to have a poorly wiped flank." Chitin sighs quietly in relief, firmly planting her tongue against Chrysalis's marehood and using it as the best toilet paper that any queen has ever deserved. She continues licking, and licking, and licking, swallowing every last drop of the traces of urine. She goes on until the taste on her tongue is ridden of her queen's sweet waste fluids. Chrysalis turns her head and looks back at the smaller changeling. "Are you finished?" Chitin responds with a small nod, and Chrysalis stands up. She reaches her arms in front of her and lowers the front half of her body, stretching in a provocative pose above Chitin, who admires the sexy, long body of Chrysalis. Once she's done stretching, Chrysalis turns around and lies back down on top of Chitin. "You've been a good servant. I will allow you my bed for only this night." Chitin gives Chrysalis a happy gasp and puts her arms around her, cuddling into her chest with a tight hug. The two cuddle together on the bed for another few hours; Chrysalis uses her magic to check the time, finding the sun has just risen outside. She gently pokes Chitin in the side. "I believe you have scavenging to-" To her surprise, though, Chitin is asleep, snoring softly under her. Chrysalis smiles, closing her eyes and cuddling against the sleeping changeling, being careful not to awaken her. Her horn glows as she gives a quick order to the rest of the hive; Chitin's relieved of her duties. Chrysalis moves her muzzle to Chitin's ear and whispers in a seductive tone, "You'll be working 'directly under' me from now on.."
Personal Urinary AssistantSeveral days have passed since Chitin got hired as Chrysalis's "personal urinary assistant" (the title was Chrysalis's idea). Chitin thoroughly loves her new position in the hive, even if she isn't directly helping other changelings; she is helping to serve their queen. The top-priority order. Chitin walks into Chrysalis's bedchamber, having been summoned for use again. Chitin noticed that Chrysalis's needs for relief was steadily increasing, particularly since she had started to get more comfortable atop Chitin. But she doesn't mind; the taste of Chrysalis's fresh urine isn't bad. It's often sweet with salty undertones, or it's bitter with sweet undertones and a foul aftertaste, or, if Chitin was lucky, it was purely salty and bitter. For some reason, Chitin loves that the most. Logically the taste should be worse, but to Chitin, that disgusting flavour is starting to become a craving. Chrysalis eyes Chitin as she enters the room. Chitin cannot help but look up and down the beautiful queen's slender body, her gaze stopping at that wonderful, magnificent flank. "Thank you for being so prompt, my servant." Chrysalis's eyes go half-lidded as she sees Chitin staring at her tush. "I need your help with something new, this time. But first.." Chrysalis turns around and raises her flank, ever so slightly, the very gesture that Chitin hoped for since entering the room. Chitin walks across the room in a hurry, immediately lying down on her back, positioning her face under Chrysalis's shapely plot. "Ready down here, ma'am!" Chrysalis smiles deviously to herself. "Good. Open up." Without waiting even a second after giving the command, Chrysalis lowers her rear and pushes her vulva against Chitin's mouth. Chitin immediately begins to lick at Chrysalis's tasty private parts, savoring the sweet, tangy flavour of Chrysalis's feminine lubrication. She makes sure her mouth remains open enough to not make a mess, should Chrysalis start going at the wrong second. As Chitin had previously predicted, Chrysalis begins to shoot a hot, steamy stream of urine into Chitin's mouth. Chitin immediately opens her mouth wider to ensure not a single drop of the delicious fluid can escape. Much to Chitin's dismay, though, a lot of it goes about its usual route and splashes all over her face, being effectively wasted. Chrysalis sighs in relief, loosening her muscles and increasing the force of the already powerful pissing. Chitin can feel the warmth of the liquid as it flows into her mouth, down her throat, then into her stomach to be remade into her own brand. The thought excites Chitin of what her own urine would taste like if she drank it- would it taste like Chrysalis's, or would it be even more foul? Deep inside, Chitin hopes the answer is the latter. Eventually, Chrysalis's bladder is emptied. Chitin licks her lips before leaning up and running her flat tongue along Chrysalis's vulva, cleaning it of any trace of urine. She lies back down, looking up at Chrysalis's plot. "Finished, my queen." "Good." Chrysalis turns around and looks down at Chitin, into her eyes. "I need you to help me.. test.. something. It involves the deepest areas of the changeling conscious." Chrysalis's eyes narrow. "Areas of which even I normally cannot reach." Chitin doesn't like thinking on the subject. Every atom of every essence of every tissue of every changeling belongs to the queen, and is controlled by the queen at all times, every day, every night, twenty-four-seven, sleeping, awake, unconscious, subconscious, conscious; if a changeling is alive, then Chrysalis can sense every little piece of its very being. Which immediately raises little changeling alarms in their minds when they learn there is something within them that the queen does not control, that the queen did not create, that the queen does not monitor. It's the scariest feeling in the world to them for any part of them to be cut off from Chrysalis. In fact, the thought is so scary to Chitin, she at first decides to ignore what Chrysalis said. "My queen? May I leave?" Chrysalis shook her head in response. "No, you may not. We must test this." Chitin gulps heavily. Tears begin to form in her eyes and her limbs grow weaker and shakier by the second. The fear every changeling has is to be tested by her, the most easily scared changeling of them all. Life just isn't fair, Chitin thinks to herself. "M-My queen, why must I be the one to do this..?" Chrysalis clears her throat, closing her eyes. The reason, to her, isn't one so simple to understand and she definitely will not be telling any ponies or even changelings about it. "Because, my dear Chitin.. I love you." Despite the calming words of her queen, the lump in Chitin's throat won't go down. It feels as if it's poking at her esophagus, attempting to burst free and leave Chitin as a dying mess on the ground. She wishes it would. The pain and fear of what might happen is too much for any changeling. "Let us begin," Chrysalis says in a somber tone as she approaches Chitin. Chitin wants to run away, but she can't; her instincts to stay with the queen are too strong, and her legs are shaking too much either way. She must watch as Chrysalis's horn glows its bright, green color, and she touches it to Chitin's forehead.. A very bright and spectacular flash of white light fills the room. Chrysalis gasps as the light spreads out, illuminating the once dark cave with surprising power. The deepest, darkest fears of Chitin are realized as the secret, unreachable part of her mind frees itself with the help of Chrysalis's magic. Both changelings go unconscious in the magical explosion. Hours later, Chitin wakes up. She's lying on the ground, her limbs sprawled out. Yet.. she doesn't feel like herself. It feels as if she's realizing the world all at once.. it's giving her quite a damn headache. She stands and slams her hoof angrily down into the ground, cracking it easily. Her anger is boiling up and over, up, and over, and up, and over.. she wants to take it out on something. Her thoughts are running wild. She looks down at Chrysalis, who is still unconscious. She wants revenge. "I'm your toilet, my queen?" She walks over, lowering her face to Chrysalis's and whispering in a seductive, but furiously aggressive tone. "I'm your bitch? Your little servant, your Personal Urinary Assistant? No more.. that's all you now. You're not fit to be queen." She spits in Chrysalis's face. "I am."
But IS it Love?The black darkness of the changeling queen's bedchamber slowly fades as Chrysalis's eyes adjust to it. She's not entirely sure what happened before she collapsed, but she knows Chitin has something to do with it. For some reason, though, she finds that she can't move. As she tries to sit up, she finds cold, metal shackles keeping her arms and legs bound to her bed. Naturally, she attempts to use her powerful magic to dispel the shackles, but finds that her magic is not working properly. Chrysalis struggles against her bindings, hoping by some miracle her hooves would be small enough to fit through them, but it's no use. She tries magic again, only to have her horn spark out with a disappointing sound. The quick realization hits her that she has some kind of magic insulator on her horn, effectively blocking all of her magic use. She attempts something simple, trying to levitate a strand of her hair off of her face, just to hear that same disappointing sound. A familiar skittering of hooves approaches, and Chrysalis immediately calls out. "Guards..! Help me, immediately!" Her command, however, is met with no response. The skittering gets closer, starting to fill Chrysalis with dread. Memory is rushing over her like a tsunami of regret. What had she done to Chitin? The skittering finally reaches her. Sure enough, when she looks in its direction she finds Chitin's cute, slender figure, standing beside her bed. "Chitin! Free me, at once!" Chrysalis barks. "Did you do this!?" Chrysalis knows that she did; she can see into Chitin's memories, after all. She understands immediately the mistake she made, forcing this onto her most beloved servant. Upon seeing Chitin not following her orders, she sternly shouts again. "Free me!" "But why would We free you? We see no reason." Chitin's voice is silky, smoothed by her anger and hatred. All of it is incredibly out of place, to Chrysalis. "I am your queen, I am your mother..! Free me, Chitin!" Tears well up in Chrysalis's eyes as her yelling has no effect. She's never felt this way about any of her changelings before. She doesn't want to hurt Chitin. The idea of hurting Chitin is so incomprehensible to the queen, she has no ideas of what to do. All she knows that she can do is submit. "You're not fit to rule. We will rule the hive." Chitin climbs onto the bed and stands over Chrysalis, looking down into her eyes. "We will switch places. In every respect." Chrysalis isn't sure of how to respond to Chitin's demands. She isn't sure of anything at the moment. Her options are to submit to Chitin or hurt Chitin. But, to Chrysalis, neither one is an option. Submission is defeat, defeat isn't an option. But hurting Chitin is... Chitin lies down on top of Chrysalis, staring deeply into her eyes. Chrysalis, for the first time in her life, realizes why so many ponies classify the eyes as the "doors to one's soul." Within Chitin's eyes, she sees anger, hatred, sorrow, regret, and most of all, lust. Lust for power, lust for vengeance, and lust for dominance. It's almost like looking into a mirror. The hunger doesn't fade from Chitin's eyes as Chrysalis gazes into them. In fact, the sight of seeing her queen so obviously afraid seems to motivate Chitin's actions. She's going to take everything that the queen has, and make it her own, and without the queen stopping her, who will? "You will be a normal changeling. And We will be the queen." Chrysalis's eyes widen at the claim. What kind of queen would she be to let that happen? To let her hive be stolen from under her nose? "Let the transfer of power begin." To emphasize her point, Chitin stands back up and turns around. Her changeling plot hovers a small distance above Chrysalis's face, allowing Chrysalis to catch the sweet scent of Chitin's intimate parts. She's glad that at least this part of Chitin is still the same. Despite the position and Chitin's desire to dominate, though, Chrysalis can see with a quick glance that the idea is not the most arousing to her. A tornado of thoughts are slammed around within Chrysalis's mind as the scene unfolds before her. At the same time she realizes she can't escape her imprisonment, even if she wants to hurt Chitin, she thinks that the idea of submitting to Chitin.. isn't that bad. At the moment, the smaller changeling was acting as a perfect reflection of Chrysalis herself, so submitting would even compliment her own dominant ability. Although, Chrysalis can't see herself shackling a changeling for this.. Chrysalis's confused thoughts are all interrupted when Chitin lies down, spreading her legs a little to give Chrysalis room to breathe. Chrysalis's muzzle is planted firmly against Chitin's marehood, which begins to wet with arousal at the touch of Chrysalis's cold nose. "You live for this, now." Chitin commands Chrysalis. "You breathe in this, you sleep in this." Chrysalis doesn't respond to Chitin's down-talking, aside from giving her unfortunately delicious slit a few licks. Chitin gives no more than a slightly pleasured, tiny sigh. Growing more impatient and aroused, she starts to move her thighs, grinding her private parts all over Chrysalis's face. Feeling her own fluids leaking, Chrysalis starts to comply with Chitin's dominance. She sticks the full length of her tongue out and allows Chitin's vulva to find it, then forcefully and incessantly licks into her shiny, glistening feminine bits. Chitin barely allows any pleasure to show through whispered moans and muffled gasps. "How does it feel to be on the bottom?" Chitin wants to demean the queen as much as possible. She wants to be the queen. "We hope you like it as much as We did. It's where you belong, after all." Chrysalis thinks of what she should do, deciding that a direct order is more likely to get through to Chitin than anything else is. "Chitin, I command you to-" Her voice is immediately muffled as Chitin slams her flank down, pushing all of Chrysalis's muzzle into her marehood, impressively suppressing any sound of pleasure while doing so. "We don't believe We understood that. Come again?" Chrysalis doesn't say anything, now submissively lapping at the moist inner walls of Chitin's marehood. It doesn't feel right to Chrysalis, but she still doesn't mind it. She has always wondered how it feels to submit to someone weaker than her. Admittedly, she isn't fond of the feeling, but she doesn't hate it too much, either. She even considers, for a moment, that when Chitin is done with her whole queen phase, she'll start allowing her to be dominant more often. Chitin raises her flank for a long moment. "You will beg for your drink, fake queen." Chrysalis barely sees Chitin raise her hoof, over her marehood. "Or you will suffer violent bruising." Only allowing herself a second to make painful guesses at what Chitin means, Chrysalis pleads, "Please give me your waste juice." Suddenly, pain floods through Chrysalis as Chitin slams her hoof down into her crotch, making her cry out. "I b-beg of you, let me have it..!" Tears start to form in Chrysalis's eyes as Chitin pounds her between the legs again. "Who are you addressing, Chrysalis?" Chrysalis isn't sure what Chitin means, with the question. Is her mind that scrambled? "You, Chitin.." She sees Chitin raise her hoof once more, immediately realizing what she wants at the same time. "My queen..! Please, relieve yourself on me, queen Chitin, your highness!" A content smile forms on Chitin's lips, and she lowers her hoof back into its original position. "If you insist, Our dear servant." She lowers her flank back down, ever so slowly, making absolutely sure that Chrysalis gets a good view of the faucet she'll be drinking from. "If you spill a drop, We will suffocate you in Our flank." Chrysalis opens her mouth wide, not liking the idea of suf-flank-ation, and patiently awaits her drink. Because demoting her from queen to toilet isn't enough, Chitin taunts Chrysalis from above. "Our waste has been much more hot and foul in scent than usual, for the past few moons." Chitin gives Chrysalis a light scowl. "We have had no drink other than yours, after all. We look forward to allowing you to taste your own medicine." Giving Chrysalis hardly a second to let the sour trash-talk sink in, Chitin relaxes her muscles and releases one quick spurt of piss into Chrysalis's acceptant mouth. Chrysalis involuntarily gags and cringes at the taste. The flavor is like that of extremely salty swamp water, yet somehow, despite the over-the-top saltiness, there's still room for it to also be the most bitter thing Chrysalis has ever tasted. Chitin waits a long moment, wanting Chrysalis to get a good idea of exactly how much hell she's about to go through, then forces her flank down. Her perfect aim lands her urethra pointed straight at Chrysalis's tongue. Chrysalis tries to close her mouth to protest, but Chitin's plot keeps it firmly secure. Another hot water gun shot of urine crashes into Chrysalis's tongue, evoking another gag. For a moment it seems, to Chrysalis, that Chitin may ease her into it and get her used to the taste. Unfortunately, that hope is crushed as Chitin giggles above her, quickly turning her miniature water gun into a full-blown fire hose. Chrysalis can't even bring herself to willingly swallow as her mouth is filled and defiled by the vile fluid. It forcefully presses against the entrance to her throat, and she eventually has no choice but to loosen it to allow the piss to flow down. No swallow after the first is any easier, either. Chrysalis finds herself choking every time her mouth is filled, but the urine has nowhere to go except her nose, where it leaks out, burning the insides of her nostrils painfully. Chitin's relentless urinating holds up until Chrysalis feels as though she can hold no more. Then, with the stream slowing to a halt, Chitin relaxes her flank and stops pressing Chrysalis's head into the bed. Chrysalis is panting with her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth. Chitin squirts out a last few drops of urine that land on top of it. "Clean us." Even though she desperately wants to protest, Chrysalis presses her tongue against Chitin's marehood, licking up and down until no traces of urine remain. Chitin flies off of the bed and stands next to Chrysalis. There is an audible bump as Chitin loses consciousness and falls to the ground. Chrysalis's eyes widen in surprise as the changeling that had just practically raped her just goes unconscious for no reason. Several minutes pass before Chitin awakens and stands up. "Mmh.. My head.." She looks at Chrysalis and squeaks, her expression turning frantic and concerned. "My queen..! W-Why are you chained down?" Chrysalis does nothing but stare at Chitin, considering. She's definitely not going to get away with this, that's for sure. Chrysalis wonders, exactly how bad will her urine be the next time she has to go? She chuckles softly. One thing's certain; she doesn't envy Chitin at all. Author's Note Not sure if I should take this one any further. Lemme know what you think of a fourth or fifth chapter in the comments.
The Changeling MindChrysalis looks down at Chitin, who is bowing before her, begging for forgiveness. The thought crosses Chrysalis's mind that those thoughts were all within Chitin's own self; why should she hold back punishment? She taps her hoof to the ground, unsure how to handle to complicated situation. She still loves Chitin, and who's to say that the hunger for dominance and anger Chitin displayed in her messed up state isn't within all changelings? She closes her eyes. Next time she decides to play with someone's mind, she'll make sure to be more careful. Meanwhile, Chitin seems to be punishing herself more than Chrysalis ever could. "I'm sorry my queen..!" "Please punish me..!" "I'm a terrible servant- I'm a terrible changeling- I'm terrible at everything..!" It isn't until Chrysalis raises her hoof that Chitin flinches away and goes silent with a whimper. "You are not in trouble, my child." Chrysalis comforts Chitin in the calmest voice she can manage. "What transpired was of no one's fault but my own. I should not have cast spells on your mind the way I had." Chitin stomps her hoof, suddenly, feeling angry at herself. "I-It wasn't your fault, your highness, those thoughts all came from my head!" Chrysalis allows that thought to sit for a moment before approaching Chitin. Chitin flinches again, still giving whines and squeaks; but Chrysalis doesn't punish her. She gently sets her hoof on Chitin's shoulder. "Those thoughts may have been in your head, my dear Chitin, but I was the one who put them there from the start." She clears her throat. "You changelings are all my children; but you also share all of your minds with me. All of the anger and the lust for dominance you felt was my own. It was a grave mistake for me to allow you to feel it, and place it above even your loyalty to me." She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. "For a moment, Chitin, I was afraid it was all real. That those thoughts realyl were of your own free will. That you loved me no longer." No longer shaking, Chitin uncurls out of her little ball of safety and looks up into Chrysalis's eyes. She notices the eyes of her queen are soft and teary, and there's nothing more heartbreaking for a changeling to see. Chitin practically slams her face into Chrysalis's chest, hugging her as tightly and forcefully as possible, now holding back tears herself. "I n-never won't love you.." is all that Chitin can manage between her heavy breathing and her crying. Chrysalis wraps her arms back around Chitin, holding her close enough to feel both of their heartbeats. "And I'll never not love you back."
