“Hey! What does it take to get some room service in here?”

It had not been a banner week for Queen Chrysalis. Two days before, the Royal Guard had gotten wind of her latest hideout, and she had been brought down during the fight and captured. The next thing she remembered was waking up in a dark stone room, magically-unbreakable chains around her wrists, ankles, and neck, and feeling like she had been dragged across several miles of gravel. Considering how far away they were from Canterlot when she had gone down, that may have been exactly what had happened. After that, time got a little hazy for the changeling. All she knew was that the light outside the window never changed, and every once in a while a guard would come in, spoon-feed her and let her use the toilet in the corner, and then lock her back up. Assuming six-hour intervals, that put her at about two days into her captivity. Not the worst she had ever dealt with, but they were certainly being thorough with her confinement for once. Not even anyone to talk to.

“C’mon, mortals! I understand that I’m a prisoner, but get me some reading material or I’ll scream that you’re savaging me.” It sounded like that one had done the trick, because the door opened a few minutes later and this time five guards, armored and armed to the teeth, came in and began undoing her shackles. It was about time someone remembered she was there, even if they were just planning on executing her. Of course, it wasn’t the first time they had tried that either. Still, just to see some actual daylight again would be quite the thing, and maybe get some fresh clothes. She did like her royal gown, but it had been torn and stained by her transport and subsequent stay in the dungeon.

“Be silent, worm. Were it my decision, you would stay here and be forgotten. However, you have been granted a hearing. I suggest you use your words wisely.” Once she was unbound from the wall she probably could’ve at least knocked them senseless and run, but she had no idea where she was and she was still wearing the enchanted cuffs, which would cut off the lion’s share of her strength. If she didn’t flat-out kill them, they would easily catch her before she managed to tunnel out the side of the mountain, if they were indeed in Canterlot at all. Besides, she wanted to see where this was going. Celestia had tried to reason with her before, the first time she had led an uprising and tried to take over Equestria, but after that failed spectacularly she figured the princess would be smart enough to not try again. Seemed she was wrong.

After an eternity of walking through rough-cut caves, the floor turned to tile and the atmosphere became less like the lair of a dragon and more like the palace Chrysalis figured she was in. It seemed she had been trapped in the same mines that she had attempted to imprison Twilight and that annoying pink one in. How poetic. She knew most of the castle well from her time infiltrating its security under the guise of the servants and later the princess, but it seemed something was wrong with her memory. She wasn’t sure where she had come out, but the throne room was in the east wing near the main gates. Based on what she could see out the windows, they were heading away from the mountain, out into the depths of the castle that were usually off-limits to outsiders. In fact, it looked like they were taking her into the residential wing, where the princesses had their towers and certain nobles had suites in the castle itself. By the time she figured out exactly where in the castle they were, there was only one place they could be going.

Celestia had requested her in her own private chambers.

Upon reaching the large gold and ivory-encrusted doors at the base of the tower, the guards removed the chains from her shackles, leaving her in what were effectively heavy bracelets and a collar. It would still be enough to keep her from diving through the wall, but now she was fully under her own power again as they pushed open the door, shoved her through, and locked it again behind her. There weren’t any windows on the staircase itself to dive out of, and it looked like the doors into what she presumed were Celestia’s suite were all locked. That meant the only way out was up, presumably to the top where the princess’s sleeping quarters would be. Sure enough, as she walked the staircase in a spiral around the outer wall of the tower, each door into the central shaft was closed and locked, except for the last, which seemed bigger than any of the others since entering the tower. She was a little amazed at how little security there was; there had been plenty of guards and presumably civilian staff throughout the castle and two white pegasi beside the door to the tower, but within the tower it was silent as the grave. Apparently the Princess liked her space. Or, more likely, she had sent the staff away to give them some privacy. Having no options and a certain amount of curiosity regarding the whole thing, Chrysalis pushed the door open and stepped through.

To say Celestia’s bedroom was opulent would devalue monuments worldwide. Even if she did her best to deny it in front of her subjects when she could, it was clear that the princess personally treated herself like the physical goddess she was. Instead of the antiseptic-looking stone Chrysalis had seen everywhere else in the castle, Celestia’s floor was made of beautiful polished mahogany, and the walls were a deep midnight blue that, on closer inspection, was made out of refined veins of lapis lazuli. The ceiling was primarily covered by a huge mural of the sun that seemed to glow under its own power and lit the entire room, and the walls were lined with master-crafted furniture. In one corner was a large perch upon which a phoenix was watching her intently, and in the opposite corner stood a cloudstuff bed big enough for twelve ponies to spend the night and never touch each other. Along the back wall was a large glass door leading onto a marble balcony from which she could see the sun rising, and standing out on it was the reason for all this magnificence.

“I trust my guards treated you well on the way here?” At first glance, Celestia looked more or less like she always did, wearing a gold and white gown and matching golden shoes. However, on closer inspection, she was showing much more skin than she usually did. In fact, Chrysalis could see her legs right up to where they met her panties.

The princess hadn’t even bothered to change out of her nightgown before summoning her.

“Yes, they’re wonderful. Give them all a raise and an extra week’s vacation, they certainly know how to ignore a girl.” Chrysalis was getting more and more annoyed with this whole setup by the minute. Sure, the Princess was right there, but the open sky was right behind her. Surprise her now and by the time she gets her balance she’ll be out in the open-

“Okay, cut it out. You have a terrible poker face for someone as versed in deception as you.” Chrysalis’s plotting was cut short as Celestia turned around and leaned on the balcony railing, smirking slightly at the Queenling’s appearance in the middle of her immaculate room. “You look terrible. Just as one mare to another, let me find you a proper dress.” Chrysalis growled at her, moving one foot back and lowering her center of gravity slightly in preparation for a fight.

“Stay away from me, horse. You think I’ve forgotten our last few encounters?” Celestia sighed and strolled into the room, mostly unconcerned with Chrysalis’s bluster. Her powers were sealed off as much as mortal artifacts could reliably allow, and even from across the room she could see that her heart wasn’t really in it. Poor dear had already resigned herself to her fate, or at least what she expected her fate to be.

“I have not forgotten, no. I actually have most of the surviving pictures of your first assault on my city in my scrapbook somewhere. However, that’s not why you’re here. Right now, I don’t care about any of the atrocities you’ve inflicted on myself or my ponies. This is about you and me.” Chrysalis cocked her head slightly, now significantly more curious than angry, but she didn’t waver in her concentration. If this was a ruse, she wasn’t going to let herself be tricked.

“All right, then, I’ll bite. Why did you bring me here?” Celestia smiled and walked around the queenling, before suddenly resting her arms around her neck and letting her hands hang over her chest as she leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“I want you to work for me.” On reflex, Chrysalis shoved Celestia back and took several steps away from her, looking somewhere between disgusted and confused. Right now, she was more confused; as what was basically the goddess of lust, intimate contact wasn’t really a problem for her. Honestly, she was more surprised Celestia was willing to do anything like that. She knew inhibitions had been lowered among the populace over the last few centuries until there were almost no social taboos in Equestria, but she had for some reason expected their leaders to still hold themselves to a higher standard. Of course, she knew she was deluding herself on that particular point; she had heard rumors of what went on in the castle, and there was even talk of the Princess doing... Things at private events, though by their social nature not much was ever told about them. It was all about the secrecy of the members, after all.

In fact, given what she had heard about the castle staff...

“I’ll just be going back to my cell, then, if that’s the case. I most certainly want NOTHING to do with what your staff gets up to. Thank you, no. Now get out of my way.” Celestia, however, stayed where she was, solidly between Chrysalis and the door and still wearing a little smirk. She still wasn’t taking this seriously!

“Mmm, I don’t think you’ll really be thinking that after too long. After all, this could be a very beneficial relationship for both of us, to say nothing of a certain race currently hiding throughout Equestria.” Now that was enough to get Chrysalis’s attention. The plight of her changelings had weighed on her mind for centuries, and it was likely Celestia knew it. If she had a legitimate idea and was seriously willing to follow up, that could be worth quite a bit to Chrysalis. She squared up and faced her rather than trying to plow through her, which Celestia was perceptive enough to pick up on.

“You have thirty seconds, go ahead.” Celestia smiled properly for the first time, before settling against the door and beginning to speak.

“First, let’s make sure we have a few things right. Your kind feeds primarily off of love, which is far more fulfilling than physical nutrition. You take your love either from within yourself or from someone with whom you’re currently having relations with. I understand you were taking love in that form from Shining Armor while in the guise of Princess Cadance. Most importantly, you can take love you harvest yourself and send it on to your kind, no matter where they are. All of that right?” Chrysalis shrugged and nodded. Fifteen seconds. “I propose to give you love. Not just for you, but enough to feed your entire kind. You will stay here, do nothing but have sex with me, and you will have the luxury of any of the nobles in the castle, and feed your kind. Do we have a deal?” Chrysalis... Didn’t know what to make of it. If she was telling the truth, this could be an utter boon for her kind, possibly for millenia to come. Sure, there was the chance of an awkward double-cross, but what was she going to do, toss her back in the dungeon? That was probably going to happen anyway if she didn’t go through with it, so why not give her the chance? Chrysalis smiled and stepped forward, extending a hand to Celestia to shake with a smile.

“Show me your love.” Celestia gripped her hand and shook it firmly before pulling Chrysalis into a hug, stripping her of the rags she had worn and leaving her standing in her underwear.

“Welcome to my harem.”

Author's Note

So, I'm writing a clopfic now. This whole world idea spawned out of a series of private roleplays I had where we were doing our absolute best to totally turn the Fall of Equestria world on its head. Instead of mares being subjugated and raped, the female form is practically idolized. Instead of forced domination by a foreign power, all of the changes here were brought about by the Princesses in a couple thousand years of social reform.

Basically, this is Princess Molestia with the actual chessmastering savvy of two thousand-plus years of political experience.

Enjoy!