Liquid Love

Several 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."