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.