At this point, Chrysalis had been expecting sex, or at least something fairly sexy to happen. She had a princess in her nightie holding her against her body and was in her underwear herself, having pledged her body to Celestia. Pretty much the last thing she expected was to be unceremoniously released and handed a sheaf of paperwork from off of Celestia’s desk.

“Right then, this is going to need to be official. Fill these out, I’ll have one of the maids set up a room in my tower for you when you’re done.” Chrysalis flipped through the file she had been given, which seemed to be a standard job application for the castle servants. She was going to be treated like a normal servant. When Celestia had pitched the job, she had expected something special! She wasn’t going to let the bitch sell her the moon and the stars and then let her shove her into a job any grad student floozy could do! She was about ready to turn and hurl the papers back into Celestia’s face along with what she properly thought of her, but reigned in her emotions just before they got the better of her. At least read the form before using it to burn the castle down. Flipping through, it quickly became clear to her that this was anything but a normal job application.

The first sections were normal enough. Name, education, past experience, all that jazz. About halfway through the second page, though, things started getting strange. Sexual orientation was a little off, but not too abnormal. Cup and band size, that could be for the uniforms, same with panty size. Last four sexual partners... References? Sure. Chrysalis’s increasingly confused brain could handle that. Trying to rate your ability to take anal from one to ten, though, there was no way she could rationalize that, or ass size on the same scale. It looked like Celestia actually had come up with an application specifically for her position. At least, that was what she was going to think. Better than thinking she actually made everyone on staff go through the same application, to say nothing of what she imagined the interview to be like.

“C’mon, chop chop. The quicker you fill that out, the less likely I am to go fetch one of the maids to occupy myself while you work.” Dammit Celestia. Chrysalis glared at Celestia and leaned over her desk, intending to fill it out as quickly as she could in order to get the whole thing over with. As she picked up a pen and began to write, though, she felt her hand suddenly tingle and she jerked back, instinctively flaring her magic and getting zapped by her collar in turn. She turned to Celestia, rage in her eyes.

“A job like this involves a little sharing, don’t you think? I can’t imagine you didn’t intend to tell me about this, now did you?” Celestia shook her head and smiled, raising both hands in a little surrender. At least she didn’t look like she was trying to kill her, anyway.

“Don’t get too worked up, it’s nothing serious. It’s just there to make sure you tell the truth. I imagine that’ll help on some of the more obscure interests. Go on, try to lie. I certainly don’t plan on lying to you, and, what was it? A job like this involves a little sharing? Indeed.” She smirked and leaned over Chrysalis, her body draping lightly over her rump and back, the contact electrifying Chrysalis’s smooth skin. Sure enough, when she tried to write Celestia’s name as a test, the pen stubbornly refused to move until the angle happened to coincide with her own name. That would make things faster, anyway. She started filling it in quickly and without commentary from the ivory peanut gallery still watching over her shoulder, until she started getting into the more strange parts of the application. She had never had any proper relationships in the past but she’d had more sexual partners than she could count, but with a blush she realized the pen wouldn’t let her move on until she put down Shining Armor’s name in the third space, and she could feel Celestia’s eyebrows raise and her smirk deepen even behind her head. That was probably going to come back and bite her later. Then it came to her intimate measurements, which were a little harder to classify.

“So what are we going for here? I’m a shapeshifter, there’s not a lot I can’t do as far as body proportions go. Anything in particular you like?” Celestia mmm’d at that, thinking it over before idly goosing Chrysalis, nearly making her drop her pen. She worked her hand over her cheek, testing the firmness as well as the size before making her judgement.

“I’d say you could use a little more down there, maybe go for a six on size. Bra is your own to worry about, but I really would prefer at least a C, if not a D or more. Please, this is about you. You can make your own decisions.” Chrysalis sighed and rolled her eyes, slapping down a 36D and six for panties. The paper seemed to agree and let her move on, but that took her even deeper down the rabbit hole. Proud succubus she was, she immediately tried to put down a full ten for anal, but the pen once again refused to budge. Okay, seven. Five. With a resigned sigh and the sound of barely-restrained laughter by her ear, she circled two and moved on, to which Celestia could barely keep from reacting. The great and mighty Chrysalis, reduced to admitting to being nearly a virgin. Hell, most sorority pledges would jump straight up to four after the first night. The idea that she was actually less experienced than most teenage girls was going to hang in Celestia’s fantasies for quite a while.

The rest of the form proceeded without as much issue, although there was a little more awkwardness around the time the paper asked what amount of exhibition she was okay with. Apparently, Celestia believed the Queenling was willing to walk around nude all the time. In her mind, Chrysalis still wasn’t entirely okay with the sexualized nature of the last few centuries, and she considered herself something of a prude in terms of the mortals. As she signed her name, the paper shimmered and disappeared out from under her hands, and the magic she could still feel seemed to be a basic teleportation spell, probably down into the archives. Hopefully it would stay there, but it was becoming increasingly clear that the paperwork was going to be the least of her problems fairly soon. Sure enough, she felt two hands on her shoulders as soon as she finished with it, pulling her away from the desk and turning her around in her chair. Celestia settled into Chrysalis’s lap, her eyes lustful as she gazed into the Queenling’s. Chrysalis, for her part, was a little embarrassed and more than a little ready to roll. The princess had been teasing her nonstop since this whole thing began half an hour before, and if she wasn’t still wearing her bindings from the prison she would’ve jumped her long before this. However, as if the Princess knew what she was thinking, she touched the metal ring on her neck and, with a bolt of magic, it and its brothers fell away from her body, leaving her physically and magically unimpeded for the first time in quite a while.

“Well, this is certainly something. I take it you don’t expect me to run off or try to take over the castle again? I’m not in the mood to right now, but you usually have better judgement than this.” Celestia shrugged and gestured to the door with a cocky smile.

“Try and escape if you want, but don’t think I won’t chase you. If you try, just hope I get you. After all, my sister likes a good hunt just as much as anyone.” For most, that would be quite a threat. For Chrysalis, it certainly wasn’t; she had gone to war with Celestia more than once. Just how bad could her little sister be? First chance she got, she would be spreading her wings and getting as far from this castle as she could, assuming Celestia didn’t keep her end of the deal. Given her attitude, that didn’t seem to be in a whole lot of doubt, but Chrysalis didn’t plan on taking any chances on that particular front. Without another word, once her shackles were gone she reached forward and grabbed the princess, dragging her into a passionate kiss. For once, it was Celestia’s turn to be surprised, at least until Chrysalis broke the kiss several seconds later but kept a hold on her.

“I did your paperwork, and I do believe we had a deal. Am I right?” Celestia growled deep, the passion of the ancient tigress still alive and surging to the surface, and planted her feet on the ground between Chrysalis’s. She physically lifted Chrysalis out of her chair and walked them both across the room, diving in for another hard kiss as she threw them both onto the bed. Her nightgown was the first to go, the back torn open by the fingernails of her partner and shucked off, useless and quickly forgotten. Her breasts finally free of their satin prison, Celestia tore off Chrysalis’s bra and pushed their mounds together, locking their tongues in a fight for dominance as they ground their bodies, now both covered by only the faintest strips of their royal garb. Sure enough, almost as if their minds had merged as much as their bodies were trying to, they both reached up with one leg and hooked a toe through the other’s panties, stripping them off and flinging them onto the floor.

Celestia was the first to move, seemingly driven mad with desire even as Chrysalis sucked it out of her. She grabbed the queenling’s wrists and pulled her hands above her head, holding her chest taut and planting kisses down her neck and sternum before moving onto her breasts. She dove onto the black mounds with a gusto, tongue and lips working one nipple as she massaged the other with the fingers of her free hand and driving Chrysalis absolutely mad with passion. She had been with the best and the worst of mortals, but nothing could prepare her for the passionate expertise of the truly immortal. Celestia had had untold eons to practice her technique and every one of those years of training flowed out as she worked what felt like each individual nerve in Chrysalis’s mounds to release the ultimate amount of pleasure. Chrys, for her part, writhed under her touch, her back arching up as she pulled more and more of the seemingly endless well of energy out of Celestia. She got her hands free after a moment and pulled herself out from under the princess, taking a second to catch her breath as she smiled and beckoned her on again. This time, though, Celestia didn’t go right in, but lay back away from Chrysalis and spread her legs expectantly. Catching her point, Chrysalis crawled up to her and planted her tongue right into the princess’s muff, taking revenge for the ecstasy Celestia had inflicted on her a moment before.

Immortality, it seemed, hadn’t dulled Celestia’s ability to take any more than it had ever been, and Chrysalis had her own well of experience to draw from. She dove in deep, the tip of her nose occasionally brushing Celestia’s clit and making her spasm in delight as she ran her tongue in circles around her warm inner walls, feeling for anything that brought a little extra out of her and working it mercilessly. Sure enough, within a matter of minutes under Chrysalis’s ministrations, Celestia hit her climax, her love juice flooding Chrys’s unprepared mouth and splattering across her face. Chrysalis sat up, licking her lips and smiling down at Celestia’s used body, who grinned right back up at her.

“Wouldn’t have thought the mighty Princess Celestia to be a hair trigger. I might have to rethink my next plan to conquer you.” Celestia rolled her eyes and sat up, her ephemeral hair managing to look mussed despite the lack of individual strands to be of place.

“As if you’re going to try again. Why mess with a good deal like this?” Chrysalis was loathe to admit it, but she was totally right. She had enough energy to refill her own starved reserves and spread among the hive, letting them feed off of it without having to go after the mortals. If this was what she was going to get on a regular basis, she didn’t have a reason to try and take over Equestria. She had everything she needed already.

“Well, you never know. Maybe this is all just a ruse and I’m trying to get you to let your guard down.”

“You’re a terrible liar, sweetie.” Yeah, fair enough.

Author's Note

There. Have a clop scene.