Nymphomania

Through a tall tower in Canterlot Celestia peered out to the ruins of her home. To say she was bitter to the state Queen Chrysalis had left her ponies in, would be delicate, even to Fluttershy. Yet she quelled her rage in the sun above her. All she needed was to breathe, just one balance breathe of cool morning’s air, and she would get through the turmoil as the rest of Equestria seemed to. Celestia released her bated breath. The crisp morning air always played a spell on her, this morning air, however, was hotter than usual. This air mimicked the same greed as the Changeling who had tried to crown itself ruler of Equestria.

Too warm to pacify Princess Celestia, she would have to settle her nerves somewhere else. Her gaze snapped back to the creature. The heat of her fury was but a slip of the tongue away from beaming the creature into the fires of an unforgiving sun. Bound tightly in ropes and propped onto a chair sits a small Changeling. Its horn had been lost during Canterlot's siege, and one of its eyes is dull in hue. The Changeling does not struggle, nor does it make a sound, instead it was the only Changeling to bow to Princess Celestia, and request to speak to her. They settled on an abandoned Canterlot store. Guards at the ready await outside. Slowly she walks to it, sitting close enough to hear its words. "Speak." She commanded.

It stared at her, gazing her form over. As its eyes locked to her growing scowl it looked away, then it mumbled. "What to say?"

"Louder." Celestia barked.

"I am, but a messenger, but I have no words to say yet. I aim to listen. Then to answer... to pacify." It assured.

"How about your name," Celestia asked bluntly.

"Do you wish for sobriquets, or are you merely interested in what I call myself?"

Celestia leaned in closer to the Nymph. Her gaze was unwelcoming, but she lowered and granted the creature what little mercy she had left. "What do you call yourself."

"I like the name Mien." It said innocently.

"Where are the rest of Chrysalis' forces?" She continued.

"Chrysalis? That is not who I truly follow... I merely followed her to complete my real leader’s wishes."

"Alright, what is your true leader’s goal?" Celestia questioned.

"Oh! Oh! My leader wishes to give birth to a new nation, restart the order of our kind... also something about restoring our honor."

"Is that so? So this new nation. Is it here, in Equestria or is Equestria merely where you're feeding your troops until the true invasion?"

"Invasion? No, no. We are not invading. Ages ago the Nymphlequine lived in all parts of this present day Equestria. We have no plans to invade... nor conquer anywhere. We wish to live among you, just like how the Pegasi and Unicorn have mended their differences. We wish to work in a union."

A dark growl murmured from the Princess. Another ancient enemy she wished would've stayed buried and forgotten. "Mien. Do you think I'm naive?" Celestia coldly spat.

"No." Mien answered innocently.

"Do you think I'm blind?"

Mien waved a hoof in front of the Princess watching her pupils fluctuate. "No... wait was that not literal? I'm having trouble understanding Celestia."

Celestia pulled the blinds over the windows, her horn’s light illuminated her unforgiving demeanor as she leaned closer to the Nymph."I received a letter from a very dear friend of mine. She tells me more of your kind is out there and that he has violated a dear colleague of mine. She goes on to explaining that this Nymph is perpetuating the same ideals as your leader's. Unification. While the idea of welcoming another equine race into Equestria brings me joy." Celestia paused as she lifted the Nymph, mercilessly tightening her magic's hold on its throat. " I will not allow my subjects to be used in such a manner."

"That saddens my queen greatly princess. It would have made our union much stronger if you were willing. No matter, Your subjects can still witness our union!" Mien cackled. No matter her tightening grasp it continued to cackle wildly.

"Silence yourself, Nymph!"Celestia ordered.

Mien grinned widely. "The age of silence has ended dear Sun Princess. We are heralding in a new era. One of pure joy!" The Nymph giddily preached.

"Your words do not tempt me, nor will you twisted diction persuade me." Princess Celestia roared resolutely.

"Pity. How strongly do you think your living weapons are? How you've twisted them... turning The Tree of Harmony into your fail-safe. And who decides what is Harm-"

"As long as I breathe I will protect my subjects!" Celestia roared, forcing all of her might into crushing the Nymph's throat.

"As will I Princess!" Mien yelled with vitriol. Its ambiguous tone cracked into a feminine voice.

As the body fell limp, Celestia sat down. She placed a hoof to her chest to calm herself down. She gazed over to the door, a fleeting thought about her guards' absence passed her as she rose up, and hurried to the open window. There she closed her eyes, opening her mouth she took a deep inhale. The air was now humid. It smelt of a hot summer's rain and the fragrance of her favorite roses. Sweat beaded down her forehead as she panted the intoxicating scent through her snout. She paused a moment to feel her heart racing.

Celestia opened her eyes to thick black tendrils brushing over her white fur. A large fiddle-headed tendril was shaking violently releasing wave of spores that coated the princess’ snout. As they cling to Celestia's fur she felt her consciousness fade back to the empty Canterlot store. Her eyes followed the tendril’s path as it branched out she noticed her guards cocooned to the ceiling. Celestia focused her magic on the cocoon, but she felt her magic halt and ripple back into her. The sensation alone caused Celestia to throw-up. The black tendrils were wrapping tighter around Celestia's frame. Celestia let out a pained groan as the tendrils pinned her wings uncomfortably tight to her chest.

"Mien, where are you?!" Celestia yelled.

"Just enjoying the fruits of my labor, dear Princess. Those vines you are struggling against, they only grow stronger by fear and anger you know." Mien giggled fiendishly. "And that spore frond, when the Nymphlequine ruled... it was everywhere. Do you remember way back when? We ended up having to use them to tame the Unicorns and Pegasi, but of course, you remember that right?" Mien bitterly lamented. "It's been what... A thousand years or so?" Mien teasingly jested.

"I try my best not to remember every slight, or filth, or villain that has troubled this land. If I was to recall every time a neigh-doer planned to harm another, there would be no memories for you to corrupt with your Hay fever spores." Celestia admitted.

Mien smiled wickedly "So you do remember, Good. Now you can witness your dusty promises fail at my queen's rebirth. I wonder though... Which of your eager martyrs should I prepare for her ascension?" Mien mused aloud.

"They'll never fall for your petty tricks. They are stronger than Imago could dare become!" Celestia rebutted.

"That only means that when they fall, Queen Imago will be unstoppable! We, and Equestria will be stronger than ever Princess. Is that not what we both want? You want your subjects safe, and I aim to help. But safety doesn't not come without cost. I speak only on my queen behest, and she has given me the tools with which I can sculpt your principality into a thriving dyarchy."

"Sorry Mien, but I already have a Dyarchy, and three's a crowd." Celestia spat, as she cracked a spiteful grin.