Chitin and Fur

by kildeez

Rating: teen
Tags: Queen Chrysalis, Sex, Tragedy, Twilight Sparkle, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Tirek, Comedy
Length: 7484

Some assorted Chrylight, cuz it be awwwwright.

Some prompts I participated in for the Twysalis prompt collab, which so you know, is a collab for the Twysalis group, shipping everypony's favorite unicorn and changeling tyrant! Willing love! Unwilling! Enslavement! And...whatever the hell that "Submission" prompt I wrote was! It's all welcome!

Chapter titles are the prompts I used. If the mood strikes, feel free to click the link above and contribute!

Now with a cover courtesy of the excellent deusexequus!

Published 2014-09-26 15:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-05 04:30:22 UTC

Tirek 1

“LUUNNNNNAAA!”

The Princess of Night jolted upright in her throne, her eyes, once drifting shut under the oppressive boredom of facing down yet another stack of treaties and bills to sign, flew wide open. “HUZZAVAH-WHAA!?” She screamed with as much royal dignity as she could muster before flopping down on the carpet. The doors to the throne room burst open, and in raced a tiny lavender blur that nearly collided with her on the carpet, stopping expertly just a few inches from her muzzle.

“Princess Twilight!” Luna said indignantly, pulling herself back up. “We have told you time and again that there are better ways to contact us than…”

She paused in her rant as she noticed the way Twilight’s shoulders heaved, the frayed mess in her mane, the bags under her eyes. Like most nights when Twilight threw herself into the throne room like this, Luna sighed despondently. “She’s having that dream again, huh?”

Still breathing frantically, Twilight bobbed her head up and down, her teeth clenched in fear.

“Oh, Chrysalis…” Luna sighed again, slowly picking herself up and gently laying a wing across Twilight’s shoulder. “Miss Sparkle, I know it’s hard, but you need to calm down. Panicking won’t help her.”

“I know, it’s just…” the tears that had been threatening in her eyes the entire time she had been in the throne room now streamed down her face, Equestria’s youngest alicorn trembling. “She’s so scared when she dreams about him! You wouldn’t believe it, Luna! She’s in so much pain…”

Her wing rubbing calmly up and down the little princess’s back, Luna’s horn ignited as she snapped a teleportation spell into place. Within an instant, they were standing in Twilight’s royal chambers (aka her old room in the library). On the smallish bed, a long, black form trembled, caught in the deepest throes of a nightmare.

“Chrysalis,” Luna whispered, laying a sympathetic hoof on the changeling’s cheek. Chrysalis drew away, a sweaty lock of mane drifting over the extended hoof as she whimpered.

“P-please Tirek,” Chrysalis mumbled, deep in the throes of the nightmare. “Nuh-no, I’m sorry, I meant Master Tirek…no Lord, I’ll be good, I’ll be your good little slut…”

Luna’s eyes drifted to the ornate magical suppressor locked on the changeling’s horn and scowled. She understood the nobles’ worries: the ruler of a nation that had once attacked this very city might well get up to no good if she was allowed, and so a suppressor did seem logical for her weekly visits to the city (or more specifically, to her marefriend). Thing is, those nobles didn’t know that leaving Chrysalis so powerless would awaken memories of the last time she’d been so helpless, nor did they know of the nightly ritual Luna and Twilight had to endure because of it.

“Please hurry!” Twilight moaned, crawling in next to Chrysalis and nuzzling her chin. At that, the Queen’s back arched as if she’d been electrocuted.

“No Lord, please,” she moaned, her body tensing, one hoof rising and falling back protectively over her nethers. “Please, it still hurts from last time Lord, please, please…PLEASE!”

Finally, Chrysalis jolted upright in the bed, tears rolling from her closed eyes as she howled in agony: “SSSTTTTOOOOOOOOPPPP…”

“Luna!” Twilight howled, her forehooves wrapped around the changeling’s neck as she kissed her cheek, moving as Chrysalis’s maw worked up and down, even as the scream tapered off into a soundless cry of pure torture.

Nodding, Luna calmly stepped up to the bed and touched her horn to Chrysalis’s. Without being instructed, Twilight immediately touched her horn to the spot where the two others met. There was a glow, and a deep, soothing blue wave of magic cascaded down the crooked horn and over the changeling’s body. As each wave passed, a bit of the pain in the changeling’s face melted away, her fangs slowly disappearing behind her lips as her head sank back down into the pillow.

The spell complete, Twilight eased her way back into Chrysalis’s forehooves, kissing her cheek as the changeling slept soundly. Luna let out an exhausted sigh and shook her head. “And I thought we suffered at that monster’s hands,” she whispered.

“Luna?” Twilight asked tentatively, her voice low so as not to wake her lover, resting peacefully at last. “When do you think she’ll talk to us? About what happened back then?”

The Princess of Night looked into the young alicorn’s eyes and wished Twilight wasn’t as perceptive as she was. Maybe then she could make up a lie to help her sleep better. “I don’t know, Twilight, I just don’t know.”

Author's Note

I really didn't think I was gonna go to such a dark place right off the bat, but here we are. Go figure.

Tirek 2

Chrysalis gazed lovingly into her lover's eyes, his deep yellow corneas meeting with hers. Tirek smiled back, following up with a deep, rumbling chortle. "What's that look for?"

"You know," she replied. "Just...feeling so lucky to have met you.

"You feel lucky!?" He shook his head and chortled again, pulling her in for another kiss, his powerful arms gently wrapping around her waist. She quivered beneath his touch as their lips met, the most powerful creature in the world holding her with the care of a mother and her newborn foal.

"Oh Tirek," she gasped, voice dripping with lust. "I...I think I'm ready..."

His eyes shot wide open. "What, now!?"

"Yes, Tirek, please! I need you! I want you! Please! Throw your big, manly meat inside me!" She cried, practically shaking with need.

His surprise melting away, the centaur smiled as he gently set her down and reared up, his incredible stallionhood rising to attention in anticipation. "For you, Chrissy, anything."

"Oh, Tirek..."

"Oh, Chrysalis..."

"Oh, Tirek!"

"Oh..."

"CHRYSALIS!" Twilight screamed, bolting upright in bed, her chest heaving.

Next to her, her lover slowly sat up, her green, cat-like eyes glowing in the darkness as she blinked tiredly. Chrysalis turned to the little purple princess and sighed. "Who was it this time?"

Her fear giving way to embarrassment, Twilight replied: "T-Tirek."

Blinking a few more times, Chrysalis shook her head. "Dammit all, Twi! Last week it was Sunbutt, the week before it was that weird, pink, fluffy thing, when the hell is your head gonna stop shipping me with the most random ponies in Equestria!?"

"I dunno, Chryssy," Twi groaned, falling back into bed and groaning into her pillow with frustration. "I don't know why I keep having these dreams, but...oh Celestia above, they get more real every time, and every time it leaves me feeling like...like you..."

"Like I'm leaving you?" Chrysalis asked flatly.

Twilight whimpered and nodded, her lower lip quivering.

"You're lucky you're so cute," Chrysalis sighed, then turned a sultry little smile back on Twilight. "But while we're both up, you feel like a nice, hard reminder of how I feel about you?"

Returning the smile, Twilight's wings fanned out, behind her as if she were offering herself up on a platter of purple feathers. "Do you even have to ask?"

Author's Note

Just something light and stupid I wrote after the last prompt, just cuz. And yes, I'm aware of how stupid Chrysalis and Tirek sound, I did that because this is Twilight's mind, and even after some time with Chryssy, I think some part of her would still look at relationships as if they're crappy, paperback romance novels.

Empowered (Continuation of Tirek 1)

Tirek had forgotten how long it had been since he was imprisoned down here. Again. Days? Months? Years? In Tartarus, there was no way to know. No sun and no moon orbited here, and this meant he had no way to keep track of time. Ironically enough, the reminders of the very bane of his existence were also the only way he’d ever had of keeping track of time. He had determined that every fourth bubble that burst in the lava pit beside him was about two minutes, but he’d lost count of those after about 4,000 of them , and minutes grew meaningless after 5,000 ticked by anyway.

Something stirred in the distance, a faint glimmer, and he eyed it. Mostly out of curiosity: besides the lava pit and the three-headed dog just down the pathway to his cell, nothing ever moved in Tartarus. Though there was something familiar in that glimmer…what was it…had it been emerald, if he wasn’t mistaken? And flickered like fire?

“Tirek,” a familiar voice said coldly, it’s strange, multi-layered tone perking his ears.

“Ah, Chrysalis,” he whispered, grinning ear–to-ear. He rose to all fours and trotted over to the changeling queen, standing just outside the bars of his cage. His skeletal hands grasped them and he leered out at her, feeling a surge of joy at the sudden pang of fear that rose in the changeling’s cat-like irises. “I must say, I didn’t know this prison allowed for conjugal visits. And here, after a thousand years, you’re only now visiting me. Have you anything to say for your absence, my little slut?”

The changeling’s eyes flared, her fangs baring. “We were never wed, you evil fuck!” She bellowed.

“Oh, but we might as well have been, for how close we were,” he said mockingly, his voice creaking as a malevolent grin crossed his face. “Tell me, do you miss the nights we spent together? All that time…”

“You’re implying that there was ever any love between us, and that you didn’t force yourself upon me every night all those years ago,” she hissed.

“Ah, forced, as if there was anything to take,” Tirek mused. “I already owned you, silly little slut. Or did you forget how I defeated you in battle so completely? How you promised yourself to me in exchange for sparing your changelings?”

“I had no choice!” She screamed, and an evil glint entered his eye at seeing the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. “My changelings depend on their magic to feed on love! They would have starved if you’d drained them!”

“Oh, but I kept them fed, did I not? True to my word,” he licked his lips lecherously. “All I asked for was a bit of…repayment for my generosity.”

Chrysalis took a step back as his tongue darted out between his lips. “I-I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore,” she said, her voice shaking, though her eyes did manage to meet his.

“Oh? Then why did you run when I broke out again? Here I was, expecting a kiss from my loving whore, only to discover she had picked up her entire hive and run to the farthest corners of Equus upon hearing of my escape,” he stroked his chin in a mockingly quizzical gesture. “I couldn’t understand your fear, my little slut. I heard from the other inmates that you were only found after Celestia’s little protégé tracked you down.”

“Twilight,” Chrysalis insisted, stepping forward again, regaining the ground she had lost. “Her name is Twilight Sparkle, and you would do well to remember that.”

“Ah yes, Twilight Sparkle,” Tirek sneered, infuriated by the name of the pony that had played such a major part in his second downfall. Then, the grin returned to his face. “Word is she found you in your throne room, hiding in a corner and shaking in fear. Such a sad, sad, sight, my little slut. Did you miss your Tirek so badly?”

Instead of the fear he expected, Chrysalis’s eyes bulged with unbridled rage. Suddenly, her magic seized the tips of his horns and slammed him against the bars. She danced back at the same time, remaining well out of reach of his ability to drain her magic, and as a result he was helpless to resist. She pressed his head against the bars, increasing the pressure until he was sure she might just tear the horns out entirely. His face became a grimace of pain.

“You listen to me,” Chrysalis hissed. “And you listen good. I’m going to say this once, after which, I’m going to turn around and never look back. Twilight Sparkle picked me up from a very dark place. She found me and helped me even though I was an enemy because I was in pain, and because that is just the kind of mare she is. She picked me up after the memory of what you did dragged me down, and she introduced me to an entire new world filled with new beings and incredible ponies that have done nothing but repair the damage you did. I know I will never quite be over what you did to me, Tirek, but I do know that with them at my side, I can do anything.”

She released her grip on his horns, allowing him to drop to the floor of his cage. “And by the way,” she added, her cold eyes gazing down at his weakened body. “She’s a better lover than you’ll ever be, you rapist pig.”

With that, she spat in his eye, turned, and started trotting back out into the darkness. Her ebony form soon melded with the black, and eventually the only evidence that she was still there was the clop of her hooves. Regaining his marbles, Tirek stood again, gazing out at Chrysalis’s retreating silhouette. “That Twilight Sparkle sounds like quite the mare,” he called after her, an evil grin spreading across his face. “I think I’ll take some time off to get to know her better next time I’m out.”

All at once, the clip-clop of her cloven hooves stopped. His grin grew wider, believing he had struck the fear back into his little slut’s heart. But then her voice returned, echoing out of the black: “Tirek?”

Confused, he called: “Yes?”

“Oh, good, judging from the placement of your voice, I can see you haven’t moved away from the edge of your cell.”

“Wha…”

All at once, the magic seized his horns again and slammed his face against the bars with a speed that was blinding. The pain didn’t even have time to register before his head whipped back and repeated the motion. Then it happened again. And again. And again. Around hit ten, his nose broke and he lost track of how many times he’d been forced through this motion. He could do nothing to defend himself, to stop the disorientation, the panic, the agony screaming through his face. Finally, the blows stopped falling, and he was allowed to drop to the floor, his face a bloody, pulpy mess, his eyes swollen shut, and every one of his teeth lying in a puddle of blood at his hooves.

As promised, Chrysalis still hadn’t turned around to see him, nor did she when her voice rose, trembling, yet with an incredible inner strength. “That is what her love has given me, Tirek. Keep in mind that you will face that power again should you foolishly choose to escape. And one more thing: if you ever lay a single finger on that mare, I will throw you in a hole in my hive and devote the rest of my existence to finding a way to kill you, starting with breaking every bone in your body. And that’s counting every single one of your vertebrae as individual bones.”

She left him then, allowing him to heal and collect his broken teeth. It would take time for the physical scars to heal, but then, time was all he had. Which was actually for the best, because it would take even more time for the sudden twist of fear that entered his heart at Chrysalis’s words to leave again.

Chrysalis stumbled out of the portal to Tartarus in tears. She collapsed to the floor of the cave, whimpering like a filly and shivering. She curled up into a little ball and wailed, hardly even aware of the hoofsteps approaching until the pony they belonged to was practically standing on top of her.

Chrysalis looked up into the warm, loving eyes of Twilight Sparkle. “You were so brave, Chryssy,” she said, smiling apologetically as she held out the inhibitor ring the Canterlot nobility insisted she wear while in Equestria.

Chrysalis let out a few jagged breaths, and nodded. Twilight smiled and slid the ring over her lover’s horn, sealing it in place with a kiss, then rushing in to wrap her forelegs around her. Chrysalis returned the hug, still sniffling. Her breath still went into spasms occasionally, like a foal’s after a good, hard cry, but as Twilight continued to hold her, they faded.

“So many ponies wouldn’t be able to do what you just did: face down someone who…did what he did,” Twilight whispered, the word “he” hissing between her lips with as much venom as she could muster. “I’m so proud of you, Chryssy, so proud.”

Chrysalis continued to say nothing, continued to just hold her lover for a few extra minutes. Finally, she whispered: “What happens now?”

“Now?” Twilight smiled as she pulled away, tears of happiness gathering in her eyes. “Now the healing can finally begin.”

Author's Note

I thought Chryssy deserved a happy ending after Tirek 1.

Submission

Chrysalis couldn’t possibly be happier. Her changelings had swept over Canterlot like a tidal wave, annihilating the Royal Guard as they had last time. Only now there wasn’t any loving couple to send them flying away with some sort of last-ditch love spell: her first act this time was to ensure every couple in Canterlot was split up in separate containment cocoons, not only making it so that a repeat of the Wedding Fiasco was impossible, but also giving her changelings the ability to take the place of those ponies in the dreams the cocoons produced, granting her an even greater supply of love than she could have ever imagined!

Yes, things were going well. Her banner flew over Canterlot, her swarm was laying siege to Manehattan, Baltimare and Ponyville had just issued their official declarations of surrender, and she sat upon Celestia’s throne, the Royal Sisters imprisoned in special, maximum security cocoons in the Crystal Caverns beneath the castle. There was only one thing she needed to make her victory absolute: a concubine.

The massive doors to the room burst open, and a squad of her most elite changelings stormed in. Between them, they carried a small purple blob. Chrysalis grinned at it. “Secure her, then leave us,” she commanded.

The drones obeyed immediately, hoisting the little Alicorn up, shackling her rear hooves to the ground while her forehooves were suspended above her head on a long chain. With that, the drones all bowed and left, the door slamming behind them. At last, Chrysalis could drink in the imprisoned Alicorn.

Twilight Sparkle glared up at the changeling, though it was obvious she posed no threat. The trio of magic suppressors on her horn and the chain meshing around her wings would see to that. Plus, it was hard to take her seriously with the frilly pink panties and the see-through lingerie she was dressed in, not to mention the suppressors had been made up like golden rings, giving her a vaguely Saddle Arabian look, along with the polished, metal collar locked around her neck, complete with a little ring on the front. Chrysalis licked her lips. No matter what, this was going to be fun.

“Twilight Sparkle,” she purred. “Face-to-face, once again.”

“You won’t get away with this, Chrysalis!” Twilight barked. “Friendship and Harmony will always win in the end!”

Chrysalis grinned. She’d been waiting for some spiel about friendship and harmony. “Oh? Then where was your precious Harmony when I captured your family? Enslaved your brother to me? Tore his precious Cadence away? Imprisoned your beloved Princesses?”

Twilight glared defiantly for a moment, but quickly looked away. There wasn’t much she could say to that.

“But all that is neither here nor there,” the Queen of the Changelings purred, stepping down from the pedestal the thrones sat upon and strutting towards the bound Alicorn. “You see Twilight, I need you for my next conquest.”

“I would never help you, monster!” Twilight spat.

“Oh, you misunderstand,” Chrysalis said, her voice oozing false sympathy as she strode behind Twilight. “You’re not going to have any choice in the matter. You see, my next conquest is you.”

There was a pause, Twilight’s knees buckling, her body only suspended by the long chain shackled to her forehooves. “M-Me?”

“Yes,” Chrysalis suddenly seized the little pony, her hooves wrapping around her barrel, and she was delighted when the Alicorn shuddered beneath her weight. “I want to own you, Twilight. I want you to be my personal little slave, to use as I please, to play with as I please, and to leave you behind and have you pine after me, waiting for the moment when I grace you with my presence again. I want you to become my possession.”

She followed this up with a lick up the side of Twilight’s neck, and the mare gasped and shivered again. “Now, are you going to pledge yourself to me,” Chrysalis whispered, levitating a whip in front of Twilight’s eyes. “Or do things have to get…rough?”

The mare shook beneath the changeling’s weight, and though her response was exactly the kind of defiance Chrysalis responded, it quivered with obvious fear. “N-no, I-I’m my own pony, you can’t own me!”

“Insolent fool!” Chrysalis snarled. She pulled the whip back and bought it down on Twilight’s exposed back, and the mare cringed with a frightened yelp. “Of course I own you! You are totally at my mercy! I could destroy you here and now!”

“I-it doesn’t matter! I won’t obey you!” Twilight shrieked as the whip smacked against her exposed back again.

“Submit!”

“Never!” The whip came down again.

“You can’t last forever, now submit!”

“No! F-for Equestria! I-I…”

“Submit now! Proclaim yourself my slave! Realize that you are now my property, with which I can do as I please!”

“I won’t!” Another crack of the whip.

Twilight’s back and flank were a network of angry, swollen marks now. Chrysalis snorted in frustration, snarling at the little Alicorn, darting into her view. Twilight flinched, but held her ground, her shivering face locked on the changeling’s. Chrysalis had to admit, her defiance was impressive. Most other ponies would have buckled by now, but not Twilight Sparkle. That was why she needed her, needed to break her! Twilight was an open act of defiance, a representation of what Equestria once was, and so Chrysalis needed to own her!

“Very well,” Chrysalis said, turning away. “I’m quite disappointed in your response, Sparkle. In fact, I might need to go take that disappointment out on your friends.”

“My…friends?”

“Yes,” Chrysalis said, rearing back, her fangs bared, her muzzle pressing against Twilight’s. A shiver went up the former princess’s spine, but again, she didn’t look away. “Every day you refuse to submit to me, I will drain another one of your friends.”

“No…”

“No? Who will stop me!? Equestria is defeated! In fact, I just received the official surrender from Ponyville! Your friends are mine now!” Chrysalis bellowed, her hooves stretching out to the green banners hanging from the halls of the once-great palace. She returned to all fours, glaring down at her prisoner. “That’s the deal, little slave. Submit, or your friends pay. What do you say?”

Twilight’s head bowed, her eyes squeezing shut. She trembled again, this time her wings rattling against their chains. “I say…I am yours.”

“You are my what?”

Twilight shivered again, but continued. “I am your slave…mistress…”

At last. She’d done it at last! Twilight Sparkle was hers! Of course, she still needed to be broken in, but with this act of submission, Chrysalis was well on her way. Grinning, she dropped the whip and reared up on Twilight, giving the ring on her collar a little tug. Not enough to be painful, but more than enough to remind her of the cold steel locked around her neck.

“Say that again,” she cackled, leaning in.

“I…I said…” Twilight swallowed, still shaking, but unable to resist as Chrysalis tugged her in closer by the collar. “I am your slave, yours to do with as you please, my…mistress…” she closed her eyes, and Chrysalis followed suit, their lips drawing nearer and nearer, their warm breath dousing their muzzles as they closed in…

“TWILIGHT!” A familiar voice hollered from above.

Both creatures’ eyes darted open in horror. “Spike!” Twilight screamed as the double-doors were flung wide open. “Don’t come in-“

Too late. The little dragon marched in, hardly even fazed by the massive room towering above him. “I’m looking for the popcorn, I know we have some, but for the life of me, I…”

He cut himself off as he drank in the scene. His sister. Her marefriend. Chrysalis with her forehooves wrapped around her. The shackles. The collar. The lingerie. He took in a very deep breath, and let out a long, deep sigh.

He turned to the mare he thought of as his sister, his eyes half-lidded. “Lemme guess: expansionist spells to contain the entire illusion in a smaller space, followed up with a few memory projection spells to give the illusion of Canterlot.”

She looked away bashfully, her cheeks growing red. The chain above her clinked loudly, which didn’t help at all. “E-exactly,” she sighed.

Nodding, Spike turned to Chrysalis and hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “And I take it those changelings you bought with you aren’t just here for poker night?”

“Uh…no,” Chrysalis said, still managing to look right at him even as her cheeks flushed a dark teal.

Spike sighed. “Well girls, I can’t say I’m surprised. I gotta know one thing, though: you two have been granted fantastic powers, both magical and political, that put you among the most important and powerful creatures on the planet. And you’re using all that might, the entirety of those incredible gifts, to play weird sex games with each other. Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?”

Twilight looked away. “Yes."

“Nope,” Chrysalis shrugged.

“That’s what I figured,” Spike sighed again. “Alright, just try and keep the noise down. I’m gonna go wrap up poker night with the guys. And then take a shower. A cold one.”

“Alright,” Twilight said as he turned to head back upstairs. “Popcorn’s in the second cabinet, just so you know!”

“Thanks!” Spike hollered, not turning to look right at the pair. He slammed the door behind him, and looked over his shoulder. Once again, he was just staring at the plain, oak-paneled door to Twilight’s room. He shook his head. Her power never ceased to amaze him. If only she was using it for something a bit more constructive at the moment…

A shiver raced up his scales as he plodded up to his attic room, where four changelings waited around a table covered in poker chips, cards, and potato chips. The four all glanced at each other, obviously suppressing snickers as he took his seat and picked up his cards. He glared at them. “That was a dirty fucking trick, you know,” Spike hissed.

That was it. The changelings broke down laughing, one of them falling out of his chair and rolling on the floor, his hooves clenching his stomach. One of them eventually calmed down and chittered excitedly at Spike.

“No, I did not enjoy the free show!” Spike yelled back. “That’s my sister, you goddamn pervert!”

Most of the changelings stopped laughing. The one on his left looked at him with concern and let out a quick series of clicks and chirps.

“Yes, I am aware that I’m a dragon and she’s a pony, and therefore it’s impossible for us to be blood relatives,” Spike rolled his eyes. “Actually, it’s a pretty funny story, see…”

”Oh…Mistress!”

”Dammit, slave! Who gave you permission to cum!?

Spike rolled his eyes as the changelings around him all started giggling again. He grabbed a broom, slamming the handle against the floor. “KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!” He hollered.

”Sorry, Spike!”

”I apologize for nothing!”

Spike regarded the snickering changelings around him and thrust his face into his cards again, his face turning bright red. “Oh, shut up and play cards!”

Author's Note

Chryssy and Twily get some blueballs, and now, so do some of my audience. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

Public Displays of Affection

It was a little bit early for Chrysalis to think of Twilight Sparkle as a “friend,” but over the weeks, the changeling did find herself developing a certain fondness for the purple mare. It was hard not to, given the situations they’d found themselves thrown into. As part of her community service to Canterlot since the signing of the treaty, Chrysalis was obligated to handle certain “clandestine” situations on Celestia’s orders, with Twilight as her handler. Though it burned her to have to follow the orders of another, she did have to say it certainly added some excitement to her life. There was the Diamond Dog rebellion in the south, the bandit ring she’d infiltrated out west, the Griffon nationalist group that had been planning a terrorist attack on Canterlot, all pulse-pounding adventures that had tested the Queen’s abilities to their greatest limits. She couldn’t help but admit this new life had added something which had been missing from her time as the Changeling Queen, and it certainly helped that the mare aiding her and keeping her in line was so damned attractive. Of course, her latest assignment was certainly making her question the wisdom in running around at Celestia’s beck and call.

Her latest assignment, an investigation into teleportation signatures being detected just outside Canterlot castle, should have been one of her easiest. Just hop in, find some weird stuff, maybe hit on Twilight a little to freak her out, and head on home for a weekend of pampering at the hive. It wasn’t supposed to be a prelude to an all-out invasion of Canterlot by beings from another dimension, and certainly not…

“…Nazis,” Chrysalis grimaced, lighting up her cigarette as she glared at the swastika hanging from Canterlot castle. “Always gotta be Nazis.”

“Chryssy?”

The monarch quivered at Twilight’s nickname for her. It was just so cute she couldn’t help but want to sweep the purple mare into her hooves and give her snuggles. As it was, she settled for cocking an eyebrow in Twilight’s direction. “Yeah?” She asked around the cigarette.

“What do we do now?” Twilight asked, gazing fearfully out the window. The small convenience store they were cowering in had been overlooked by the enemy forces patrolling the streets, but Chrysalis knew that wouldn’t last long. They had half a day, tops, before one of the black-clad, gas mask wearing thugs kicked the door down and started spraying bullets.

“We fight,” Chrysalis grumbled, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I knew that, but how!? They’ve already taken my friends prisoner, so using the Elements is out, and since they’ve already overpowered the Princesses, we know we probably don’t have the firepower to take them down!” She shook her head and ducked just as an enemy patrol marched by. “How are we even going to get to them?”

Chrysalis frowned. Her little partner had a good point. While her own power was impressive, and she knew Twilight could be a heavy-hitter herself (her performance during her own attempted invasion of Canterlot proved that), if the invaders could overpower both Luna and Celestia, she knew she was outmatched. She needed something, some kind of weapon to even the odds.

She looked over Twilight and frowned, deep in thought. She couldn’t help but think back to the invasion of Canterlot, when her changelings had informed her of the incredible fighting abilities of each of the Element Bearers, especially Twilight and the pink one. Apparently, the pink one had not only utilized her “Party Cannon” to great effect, but had also scooped Twilight up and used her as…

Chrysalis paused. A wide, fanged grin crossed her face. Twilight turned to see the other mare smiling at her with a grin that looked nearly predatory. “Chr-Chryssy? What’s up?” She asked, taking a few steps back.

“I got me an idea,” Chrysalis replied before scooping Equestria’s youngest princess up in her magic.

“Chryssy, what…”

“Just trust me, my cute little Sparkle, I know what I’m doing,” Chrysalis replied, and with that, shoved her hoof up Twilight’s cooch.

“Chry-HHIIIIIIIIII-salis!” Twilight gasped, fighting back a lust-filled whinny. “Wha-wha-wha…”

Without replying, Chrysalis worked Twilight’s tail, and the little princess responded with a loud “Cha-CHUNK!” noise, followed by a brass shell rising up out of her throat and clattering to the ground. Now, the changeling’s grin turned absolutely wicked. “This is gon’ be fun.”

Celestia glared from the bonds sealing her to the wall, holding her captive in her own throne room. Luna knelt beside her, chained in place, a suppressor matching Celestia’s locked around her horn. She mimicked her sister’s glare at the black-clad human pacing around the room, the red swastika band around his upper arm practically gleaming at her in the midday sun.

“I am not goink to ask again!” The Nazi officer bellowed. “Vhere is das Element of Magic?”

“I will tell you over my sister’s cold, dead body!” Celestia yelled.

“Yeah, you’ll…Wait, what!?” Luna added.

“Very well,” the Nazi leapt at the pair, pressing a scalpel to Celestia’s throat. “Ve haff vays to make you talk, mein little pony.”

Celestia swallowed fearfully, almost ready to tell the bastard the combination to the secret cake vault beneath her throne, when a great cry echoed from somewhere high above them. “Vas is das…” the officer had time to say before the great, stained-glass window dominating an entire wall of the room crashed inwards in a spray of magenta bolts.

“GOTT IN HIMMEL!”

“NEIN!”

“SCHNITZEL!” The soldiers crowding the room all screamed as they were cut down beneath the neverending fury of the newcomer.

“EAT SHIT AND DIE NAZI SCUM!” Chrysalis screamed in reply, obliterating the ranks of soldiers in a display so amazing that it ~~bargled the cogwiganny to flerple the~~ turned any attempt to describe it into a string of gibberish. The Princesses had simultaneous orgasms upon witnessing it. All around the castle, man and pony alike dropped their weapons and engaged in a massive, cross-species orgy as Chrysalis’s rampage continued, the action so incredible that every single Nazi immediately gained an American citizenship, a Midwestern accent, and the name Stanley Friedman. An American flag spontaneously appeared in the skies over Canterlot while a trumpeter somewhere played the Star Spangled Banner, tears of joy over living in the freedom-est country ever streaming down his face. When the smoke settled, Chrysalis stood amidst a pile of Nazi bodies, Twilight still clenched in her hooves. Smoke drifted off of Twilight’s horn, and she had a look of pure exhaustion on her face.

“Here sweets, this’ll help,” Chrysalis said, taking one drag off her cigarette before sticking it between Twilight’s lips. She pulled her hoof out with a wet, smacking noise, setting the little princess down as gently as she could, where she promptly vomited a few more spent brass casings.

“You go on ahead and let your Princesses out, I’ll go find your friends,” Chrysalis added, setting Twilight in motion with a smack to the flank. “I’m probably gonna molest a few of ‘em before I let them out, just so you know.”

“Hokay, Chrisshy, you go ahead and rel-releashes…you go on ahead and hump my friendsh,” Twilight replied, barely able to remain on her hooves as she stumbled towards the throne, Celestia and Luna still watching awestruck.

Chrysalis nodded and donned a pair of shades, getting ready to take off back out the glass window she’d crashed through when she paused. “And Twilight?”

“Yeah?”

Chrysalis turned, arched an eyebrow coolly, and then lifted the hoof that had just been inside Twilight to her lips, trailing her long tongue up and down it a few times. Celestia orgasmed once more. Chrysalis grinned and took off in the direction of the dungeons.

“Oh, I see what she did dere, oh yah,” the Nazi officer said before dying of patriotism.

“I’m gonna marry her,” Twilight said matter-of-factly. “I’m gonna marry the living bejeezus out of her.”

Celestia gazed up at the shattered window, and then turned back to her student. “Sheeit, Twi. I’ll be your best mare so long as I can get a turn with her before you lock her in forever.”

“Get in line, Tia,” Luna said.

Author's Note

I REGRET NOTHING!

Written in a couple hours after somebody pointed out I had a weird "submissive" tone going on in my previous fics. Thought it might do to write something with a stronger character, and then this image of Chrysalis hopping around, holding Twilight like Rambo with an M60 popped into my head, and then I giggled for a few minutes, and then I wrote this.

The writing process, everypony.

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Twilight Sparkle giggled to herself as she sailed high over the Badlands, performing barrel rolls, dips, and dives that would have impressed even Rainbow Dash. Equestria’s youngest Alicorn couldn’t help but bask in her own genius. It was she who had masterminded Celestia and Luna’s kidnapping. She who had them transported to her marefriend’s hive right beneath the noses of the Royal Guard, her own brother included! She who had convinced her beloved Chrysalis to locate the most virile, masculine, and talented changelings in her hive specifically for the princesses’ arrival! And why? Only to give them the well-deserved vacation they wouldn’t take otherwise, of course!

Twilight beamed up into her mentor’s sun. In just a few short minutes, she would be arriving in the hive, with plenty of time left in the day to smuggle the pair home, hopefully before anyone could notice that the royal decree declaring the Day Courts to be closed and that the rising of Luna’s moon would be delayed a few hours was a terrible fake. Twilight frowned at that. It was really the biggest flaw in the entire plan. One would think a race of spies and deception artists would know a thing or two about faking government documents, but no, the stupid declaration had looked like it was drawn up in crayon, with numerous spelling and grammar errors. For pity’s sake, what idiot thought “decree” was spelled with a ‘y’ and four e’s?

She shook her head. No, this plan would work, the princesses deserved this. Other than that little oversight, everything was going perfectly. Twilight’s smile returned as she touched down outside her beloved’s cave, already grown used to the darkness and cold, completely desensitized to its disappearance as she stepped out of the light and immersed herself in the chittering of the swarm around her.

“Diplomat Sparkle,” a voice reported out of the darkness to her left, marked only with a couple of wide, pupil-less eyes.

“At ease,” she sighed, knowing the changeling was standing at attention and saluting. She never could wean them off that automatic display of respect to anyone and everyone in positions of power. Still, she was growing used to it.

The changeling obeyed and walked alongside her, which had taken ages to get them to do, as opposed to trailing behind. “The Queen has requested your presence in the upper hives, madam,” the changeling reported.

Twilight grinned, her feathers ruffling. “Ah, yes, thank you,” she said, gleefully bounding off towards the stairs, navigating the twisting hallways with an ease that only came from months upon years of practice. She could hardly even wait to get up there! Just what depraved things would Celestia and Luna be using their “suitors” for? Oh, after thousands of years of life, who knew what sort of insane fetishes they could have developed! She could hardly wait, being able to finally catch sight of a side of her mentor she might never get a chance to see!

“Chryssy!” She chimed happily, bouncing into their shared bedroom with more energy than Pinkie in a sugar rush. Without even thinking, she bounded to the changeling mare, smooching the side of her face and landing rump-first by her side. Twilight opened her eyes, still smiling as her vision adjusted to the green glow in front of her face. “Ooh! This is the viewing portal spell I taught you, right? Glad to see you could set it up on your own!”

Chrysalis said nothing, her gaze remaining locked onto the portal.

Twilight shifted uncomfortably. “So, does Celestia really have a cake fetish? I’ve been wondering about that for so long!” She said, trying to gain her lover’s attention.

Chrysalis suddenly let out a choked sob. For the first time, Twilight turned and really looked at her marefriend, and gasped at the tears running down her cheeks. “Chryssy?” She gasped, turning to look the changeling mare in the eye, stepping between her and the glow of the portal. “What’s wrong? Is…it’s not that bad, is it? They’re not doing anything too depraved, are they?”

Chrysalis turned to her, and Twilight’s weakening smile faded out completely. The changeling sniffled, her lower lip quivering, her fangs somehow appearing smaller and duller than when Twilight had seen them last. Finally, coughing up some mucous, Chrysalis responded: “They just wanted one more…”

“What? Who? One more what?” Twilight asked gently, shifting from lustful and bouncy to calm and caring as if a switch had been thrown inside her head. She stroked her marefriend’s cheek with the tip of her wing. “Chryssy, tell me.”

Chrysalis just shifted her gaze back to the viewing portal, a renewed bout of sobs wracking her body. Curious, Twilight blinked until her vision adjusted and peered into the portal herself, watching intently. She gasped immediately. Celestia and Luna laid together in a bed, their eyes shut, contented smiles on their faces. At their bedside, towering over them was a regal, pure-white Alicorn with flowing red hair and gorgeous, teal eyes. Twilight recognized her immediately from the historical texts she had spent a lifetime reading and from dozens of stained glass windows in Canterlot and elsewhere.

“Faust…” she gasped, a hoof rising to her face. She watched the late Queen of Equestria as she gently laid the Princesses to rest, tucking them in beneath the heart-shaped blankets covered in rose petals: Twilight’s personal touch meant to add to the romanticism of the evening. Noticing the red-headed Alicorn’s lips moving, her horn flared with an instant spell, acting almost on instinct. Immediately, sound flowed through the portal, though it did nothing to alleviate the ache growing in Twilight’s heart.

“-aby, and good night, go to sleep little baby,” Faust sang, her voice oozing with melody as she gently laid Celestia to sleep with a kiss to the forehead, just beneath the horn. Twilight’s eyes stung as she watched her friend and mentor snuggle into the sheets, a look of complete peace on her face such that Twilight had never seen before. She watched as Faust circled the bed to Luna’s side, tucking her in and laying a kiss on her head as well, turning to leave, only to be stopped by a hoof reaching out and grabbing her tail.

“Mama?” Luna asked, her eyes still closed. “You’ll still be here when we wake up, right? You won’t go away like last time, right?”

It was a true testament to the acting abilities of the changelings Twilight had selected that the false Alicorn didn’t break down right there. Instead, her eyes just flickered for a moment, momentarily returning to their original, dull blue as a few silent tears trickled from them. “Of course, sweetheart,” she lied. “Of course I’ll be here.”

“They just wanted one more!” Chrysalis sobbed, wrapping her forehooves around Twilight and crying like a filly at the funeral of a loved one. “Just one more…night with her…”

“P-Princess,” Twilight sobbed, breaking down in her marefriend’s arms, the pair spending the rest of the night in one another’s warm embrace, grateful for one another’s presence, unable to tear their gaze off the portal and dreading the revelation that would need to come with the setting sun.

Author's Note

And just one last question: if you could spend one night with anybody, with the opportunity to do anything at all with them, who would it be? A great poet or author with whom to discuss their greatest works? A thinker with whom you could debate the great quandaries of our time? A famous movie diva so that you could brag about having spent a night with them?

Or would you use that wish to spend one last night with someone you lost?