Rehabilitation Is Magic

by NeverClever

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Fetish, Queen Chrysalis, Non-consensual, Princess Celestia, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Porn
Length: 4146

After capturing Chrysalis, Celestia has no choice but to "rehabilitate" her. [Humanized ponies] [Anthro Changelings] [Brainwashing] [Fake Memories] [Cum Inflation]

Celestia took a deep breath. Chrysalis had been sitting in the dungeon for weeks now. She couldn't avoid feeding the monstrosity forever, and letting her rot felt wasteful and cruel.

Celestia applied her lipstick carefully. She let magic seep into her lips as she did so. She did it every morning, to help maintain her royal appearance. The amount of raw magic was larger today. Her lips tingled.

She pulled out the page in her desk. Notes had been crammed onto every surface about the fake memories she had crafted. She took another deep breath, longer and louder than the first. There was nothing for it. Today she would "rehabilitate" Chrysalis. Tartarus forgive her.

Contains; [Humanized ponies] [Anthro Changelings] [Hypnosis] [Brainwashing] [Fake Memories] [Cum Inflation], in that order. Subject to fantasy biology and magic.

Published 2015-10-21 11:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-21 11:40:01 UTC

Rehabilitation is Magic

Celestia glanced around the dungeons. She could not remember the last time she had visited them, the last time a prisoner had been held in them. She had considered having them renovated into something less despicable, more than once. She had always left them be, as a reminder of previous times. She hated to admit it to herself, but she was glad they were still there. Any other place would have seemed inappropriate, for the things she needed to do.

“Open the cell,” she ordered. The guards complied promptly, and the thunk and clunk of the locks echoed off the stonework.

“Princess, are you sure it’s a good idea to go in there alone?” one guard asked. “We still aren’t sure how well the manacles can restrain changeling magic.”

“Thank you for your concern, lieutenant, but I will be fine. Even without those restraints, I’m sure she is too famished to do anything.”

“The guards would feel more comfortable if there was someone in there with you. I’m sure whatever punishment you have planned for her can’t be that gruesome.”

Celestia turned to the guard. He withdrew slightly. They must have been discussing for days, to have convinced him to make such a bold request. “It is best if no one witnesses what I do to her. It is bad enough I have to do it in the first place.”

The guard nodded. If he had further objections, he didn’t press them.

Celestia stepped into the cell. Chrysalis looked thinner. Her skin was still the same dark shade of black, but it had lost some of its shininess. She still wore Cadance’s pink dress, but it had frayed at the seams and edges. Dust and dirt had collected on it. One of the shoulder straps had broken, and the chest portion had started to sag. They should have changed her, but the risk of her escaping while removing the restraints was too high.

Chrysalis looked up. She smiled, despite herself. Celestia looked the same as ever. The white of her dress and the multiple hues of her hair looked even more garish than usual in the dark dungeon. It was something besides a guard throwing water at her, at least. “Why, Celestia! How nice of you to drop by!” She sat up, as much as she could. The wrist and neck restraints dug into her back, the ankle cuffs and chains tugged at her legs. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hello, Chrysalis.” Celestia took another step forward. “How are you doing?”

“Oh come now, Celestia. You didn’t come here to make small talk. A princess doesn’t visit one of their prisoners unless it is important.” Chrysalis leaned forward again, and the restraints dug into her neck and arms. “You’re too weak to execute your prisoners, so you’re not here for that. Did you come here to gloat? I imagine you and your guards had a good laugh about how they caught me.”

Celestia knelt down. “I am here to rehabilitate you.”

Chrysalis laughed. She had to stop quickly, she couldn’t make it sound properly maniacal or mocking. Her chest hurt from the lack of food, and the restraints pinched her throat. “As jocular as ever, Celestia.”

“It is true.” Celestia gestured at the dungeon. “Surely you do not want to spend the rest of your life here?”

“Oh, I’ll escape eventually. You can’t avoid feeding me forever.”

“That is why I’m here.” Celestia said. “You are too dangerous to feed, but too useful to let starve to death. I imagine that your talent and magical abilities could help our kingdom considerably.”

Chrysalis spat. It landed just short of Celestia, and she couldn’t work up quite enough saliva for it, but her point would be clear enough. “Go fuck yourself. Better yet, I’ll do it for you after I escape.”

Celestia moved forward. Her knees moved into the spit, at least. “Tell me, Chrysalis. What exactly did you do to Twilight? How did you turn her into...that thing?”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re really here. To discuss my pet and toy and egg sack.” Chrysalis smiled. “I had wondered how they were doing. The guards were so shocked when they walked in on the three of us. Shining and Twilight were just so eager to please me, I couldn’t resist.” Chrysalis leaned back, chuckled softly. “Have they stopped eating yet? I layered so many mental spells over them, I imagine they’ll fall apart without me. Maybe not Cadance, but I suppose there is not much left in her mind, anyway.”

“Actually, we reversed your mental changes rather easily.”

Chrysalis jerked forward, and her restraints clanked loudly. “Impossible!” She was too tired to control her emotions. Celestia had to be lying: she just wanted to gloat. “I broke them! They are mine!”

“We are still working on reversing Twilight’s physical changes, sadly. It is a rather...bizarre use of magic.”

“So you want me to explain it to you? As if I would make it easier for you to repair my playthings.”

“No, I’m here to rehabilitate you. And the first step is dealing with all the things you done.” Celestia moved forward again. Close enough to injure, had Chrysalis been able to use her magic or limbs. “So,” Celestia said. “Tell me about what you did to her. I’m sure you are quite proud of it.”

She had a point there. Chrysalis was quite proud of it.

Chrysalis smiled. “She was quite resistant, you know. And pointlessly altruistic, as well. If she had just left Cadance behind, she might have escaped.”

Chrysalis looked up. “My changelings swarmed her so easily, subdued her so easily. Then I force fed her some of my fluids, made sure she couldn’t fight back.” Chrysalis licked her lips. “I can still taste her. She tasted like a virgin. Delicious, really. They are rarer and rarer these days.”

“Good, remember that feeling, that memory,” Celestia whispered.

Chrysalis jerked backward. Celestia’s had closed the distance between them so swiftly.

Their lips met. Chrysalis tried to turn away, but stopped immediately. Celestia’s lips felt so soft. She tasted worse than Twilight, but there was a subtle hint of love energy seeping off her that marinated and multiplied the flavor.

Chrysalis closed her eyes, leaned into the kiss. She was famished. She had lost track of how many days it had been without food, and the pain was that much sharper because of her gluttony before her capture. The warmth and energy flowed off Celestia, seeped into her lips and cheeks.

Celestia pulled away, and Chrysalis felt her body lean forward, before the chains stopped her.

“W-what...”

Celestia smiled. “Do you remember what you were talking about?”

That was an odd question. Chrysalis shook her head. She felt like she had just woken up, her thoughts felt so sluggish. “No...”

“You were telling me about how good I tasted.”

“No...” Chrysalis shook her head again. That couldn’t be right. “What did you do to me?!” She demanded. “I...I know what you’re doing! I’ve done it to countless others. I did it to Twilight and Cadance and Shining... I won’t be broken by a weakling like you!”

“I am rehabilitating you, Chrysalis.” Celestia said. “I want you to be a productive member of society, not a broken toy.”

Celestia ran a hand through Chrysalis’ hair. “Why don’t you tell me another story?”

Chrysalis tried to jerk away from the hand, but the chains dug into her throat and arms and waist. “Go fuck yourself, Princess.”

“Oh, come now. I know you must be hungry. How about one kiss per story? That seems like a fair trade.”

“If you think you can control me with bodily desires, you are sorely deluded.”

“You are certainly well acquainted with hedonism.” Celestia brought up her other hand, stroked Chrysalis’ cheek. Her hand felt so warm and soft. “Considering how the guards caught you, I would consider that a weakness, not a strength.”

Celestia leaned in again. “Perhaps an advance payment?” Her lips met Chrysalis’. Chrysalis tried to jerk away, every instinct told her to. But warmth spread through her lips and cheeks and forehead so quickly. The urge to fight it fell away even faster. Celestia tasted so good.

Celestia pulled away. “Why don’t you tell me about the first time you met Cadance?”

Chrysalis took a deep breath. She was too relaxed. Celestia had to be using some sort of mental magic on her. She could say nothing. Whatever Celestia had done with the other...story? Memory? It had to be connected. She was so hungry, though. Chrysalis shook her head. It wasn’t worth the risk, no matter how h—

Celestia’s hand felt so warm on Chrysalis’ shoulder. Had it always been there?

“You can trust me, Chrysalis. It’s just a story, after all.”

“I...” Chrysalis’ mouth felt dry. “I saw her on the road. Me and a contingent of changelings were camping in the forest, looking for people to replace. Her carriage looked so disgustingly ornate, I knew it had to be someone important.

“It only took a little magic to break one of her wheels. She was so naive and trusting, subduing her guards was trivial. I had a little fun with her, of course. She didn’t put up much resistance, not once I threatened to hurt her entourage.”

Celestia’s lips felt incredible. Warm and soft and distracting. Chrysalis pushed into them, trying to make the feeling last as long as possible before—

Celestia pulled away. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

Chrysalis’ mouth was stuck in the same pose. What was I saying? Chrysalis scrunched her eyes shut. She had been talking, but the words escaped her. It had only been a few moments ago, why couldn’t she remember?

“You were telling me about the first time you met Cadance. How you helped her fix one of her carriage wheels on the way into Canterlot.”

“No, you’re lying.” Chrysalis barely whispered it. The words left a bitter taste in her mouth. Celestia wouldn’t lie to her. But it made no sense. She wouldn’t have helped one of these stuck up, royal... They were her enemies. She had trained her changelings to hate them, rightfully so.

“You even escorted her back to the city, to make sure she made it back safely. Quite considerate of you.”

“No...That’s not true.”

“Would I lie to you?”

“Of course...”

“I wouldn’t. Of course I wouldn’t.” Celestia leaned in. “It would be easier if you stopped resisting, you know.”

Resisting what? “Fuck you,” Chrysalis said. That seemed appropriate, for some reason.

Chrysalis gasped. Celestia’s hand had slid under her dress, into her pussy. Heat shot through her body, she moaned, as much as she could through the chains.

Celestia ran her other hand through Chrysalis’ hair again. It felt so nice. Her hand felt so smooth. “Why don’t you tell me about your mother?” Celestia whispered into Chrysalis’ ear.

Chrysalis bit her lip. She shouldn’t. Celestia was doing something. She knew the signs. She turned her head, tried to ignore Celestia’s breath seeping into her ear and onto her neck, the warmth radiating from Celestia’s hands and mouth and chest.

The hand started to withdraw from her crotch, the other started to slide away from her hair. Chrysalis moaned. It felt so warm and intoxicating and blurry to have them there.

“Of course, if you don’t want to...” Celestia whispered.

“Wait.” The words spilled out of Chrysalis’ mouth before she could stop them. Celestia’s hands paused.

“She...she was queen of the changeling hive. She spent her whole life teaching me how to replace her when she died, how important it was to provide for the hive, how humans would never trust us or accommodate us.” That sounded right. The memory felt fuzzy, but it sounded right. She could picture her mother, barking orders at a drone to do...something.

“Oh, no, that cant be right. Your mother gave you to me when you had just been born. As a sign of trust between changelings and humans.”

“No...”

“It sounds like that imposter managed to do quite a bit of damage to your memories.”

“What are you... hnn...” Celestia’s fingers felt so warm and soft. Chrysalis tried to remember what she had been saying, what she had been objecting to, but she couldn’t quite remember.

“Don’t think about it too hard.” Celestia whispered. Her voice sounded so soothing, so gentle. “That’s how they do it, you know. They make you attached to the memories. They make it seem like they belong to you, like you want to keep them, even though they don’t belong to you.”

Celestia kissed her again. It didn’t feel like the others. It made her mouth dry, her head light. It made her feel tired and cold and sleepy, instead of warm and happy and...what was the word?

“There, now. Doesn’t it feel nice to be so empty?”

Chrysalis blinked, slowly and unevenly. Celestia made it sound nice; she sounded so trustworthy and calming.

“You have been my loyal ward your entire life.”

Chrysalis blinked again. “I...have?”

“Of course, don’t you remember?”

“N-no...”

Celestia’s fingers rubbed against Chrysalis again. She moaned. Hadn’t she been cold a moment ago? Her groin and chest and neck felt so warm, that seemed so unlikely.

“Doesn’t my touch feel familiar?” Celestia leaned in, kissed her again. It tasted incredible. Celestia’s lips were the best she had ever tasted. The only ones she had ever tasted, that she could remember. She sunk into the kiss, closed her eyes and moved her tongue to focus on it better. Celestia tasted so...intoxicating.

“Tell me, do you remember the time you lost your virginity?” Celestia whispered into her ear. The breath tickled her, warmed her, teased her.

Chrysalis moved her mouth, but no words came out. Her lips felt so cold without Celestia’s pressing against them.

“Here, let me refresh your memory.” Celestia put her hands to Chrysalis’ temples, and they began to glow a gentle shade of gold.

Chrysalis wiped her forehead again. The captain had been relentless today, making her repeat every drill until it was perfect. Her arms were a little sore; the spear forms and pushups had taken their toll.

She tugged at her armor. Training in it, out in bright sunlight, seemed so silly. Her armor wasn’t quite as heavy as the other guards’, of course. As Celestia’s ward, she needed to stand out more, blend in differently. Her armor exposed more skin, matched more carefully with her skirt and boots and gloves. It looked more formal, but it was still lighter than what the other guards had to wear. Perhaps they were more used to it, though.

She finally arrived at Celestia’s chambers. The sergeant had told her to report there as soon as her drills were over. She would’ve liked to change, to take a longer shower, but she could never keep Princess Celestia waiting. Disappointing her always felt so crushing, no matter how forgiving she was.

“Come in.”

Chrysalis opened the door. “You called, Princess?”

“Ah, there you are, Chrysalis.” Celestia waved her in. “Have a seat. I was wondering how long the sergeant would keep you.”

Chrysalis complied. No matter how often she entered Celestia’s chambers, she always felt overwhelmed. Celestia’s bedroom took up more space than some houses. Like the rest of the castle, white and gold made up most of the color scheme. Red accented the rest. Chrysalis shifted in her chair. The shuffle of the crushed velvet and the squeak of teak on the tile almost echoed through the room.

“I wanted to check up on you,” Celestia said. “You’ve seemed a bit more...lethargic, lately.”

“Oh, well...” Chrysalis tugged at her armor. “I guess I might be a little...full.”

Celestia scooted her chair forward, placed a hand on Chrysalis’ leg. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I’ve raised you for your entire life, after all.”

“Well, everyone has been so warm and friendly lately, I suppose I’ve been feeding on more love than usual. And normally a queen changeling has a lot of drones to share her runoff magic with. So I guess I’ve been getting a little... bloated.”

“So you need someone to release all that extra energy into?”

“Well, yes. It congeals, so I can’t just release it anywhere. It would make a..rather large mess.”

“I see.” Celestia leaned in, put her other hand on Chrysalis’ other leg. “You know I would do anything to help you.”

Chrysalis swallowed. Celestia's hands felts so warm and soft. “I know. But I couldn’t just...I wouldn’t feel comfortable asking you to do that. Changelings and humans have some rather different mores about that sort of thing.”

Celestia ran a hand through Chrysalis’ hair. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Then all you have to do is ask,” Celestia whispered.

Chrysalis swallowed again. She suddenly felt the weight of her entire body pressing on her. It felt so heavy and full. She had always admired Celestia’s body, as much as her mind. It was crazy that it should be so easy.

She had considered asking one of the guards, of course, but having all that extra magic flood into them would have been too dangerous.

Chrysalis felt her mouth move. “Princess, could I...” Celestia nodded, and before Chrysalis could react they were on the bed.

Chrysalis felt energy radiate off Celestia. It made her already bloated body swell again. She felt her body press against her clothing. Her horn ignited. She could not hold it in any longer. Draining her magic into Celestia would take too long any other way.

Her groin swelled outward, forced aside her underwear and poked out from under her skirt. It looked a lot like a human penis, but changeling anatomy was significantly different. Celestia's advisers had once posited the resemblance was a result of co-evolution, but Chrysalis couldn’t say.

She flung aside Celestia's dress. The princess wore no underwear. She had planned this, Chrysalis noted. But the thought faded quickly, as did the question of co-evolution. Chrysalis only felt relief that and anticipation and she pushed her cock into Celestia.

She had been holding it in for so long. It felt incredible to release it all, to force it into Celestia’s body. Chrysalis felt her armor loosen immediately, if subtly. Her body tingled, her face flushed, her breathing quickened, all in the space of seconds.

Celestia’s hands wrapped around her butt, pulled her closer, pushed her deeper into Celestia’s body. Chrysalis moaned again. The release felt incredible. It felt like the drain on a bathtub had been pulled, like her very soul was leaking out of her into Celestia.

Celestia grabbed her neck, pulled her into a kiss. Chrysalis’ body shuddered as more of her magic and energy seeped into Celestia. She closed her eyes. Celestia’s lips felt so warm, her crotch felt so tight. Chrysalis felt so empty and calm and serene.

She didn’t even notice as she fell asleep, her cock still buried in Celestia, their lips still pressed together, her body so warm and empty and submissive.

Chrysalis woke up, and it took a moment to realize where she was. She moved, and gasped. She was still attached to Celestia, still leaking into her.

Her armor had been removed while she slept. Celestia’s belly pressed against her own. Celestia’s body had distended. Trickles of green goo leaked out of her crotch and nipples and at the edge of her mouth.

“How do you feel?” Celestia asked softly. She stroked Chrysalis’ hair gently.

“Empty.”

“Is it a good feeling?”

For a moment, Chrysalis paused. It felt like there was something she should say, a feeling or memory that had escaped. The thought slipped from her mind. She nodded. “It feels freeing,” she whispered.

Celestia drew away from Chrysalis. A string of saliva connected their lips for a moment, before it snapped unceremoniously. Celestia felt conflicted. Chrysalis’ expression looked so dull, so lifeless. It meant the magic had worked. It also meant she had robbed a sentient creature of their free will. She shook her head. Too late for that now.

“How do you feel, Chrysalis?”

Chrysalis blinked slowly. Some of the color returned to her eyes, but not much. “Where...where am I, Princess?” Her tone sounded demure, scared, fragile. Any trace of her anger and bile from earlier had vanished.

Celestia smiled. “You are in the dungeon, Chrysalis. A changeling tried to impersonate you, to get close enough to assassinate me.”

Chrysalis shook her head. “That’s impossible. My mother would never order such a thing.”

“It was from a splinter sect of rogue changelings. Apparently some don’t agree with your mother’s treatment of you. They find the idea of a changeling serving a pony objectionable.”

Chrysalis cast her eyes down. “But...you gave my mother your daughter too. Why would any changeling object to lasting peace?”

“Do not worry, my faithful ward. We captured the imposter without too much trouble. They did not manage to hurt anyone. I had to scan your memories, however, to ensure you were the real thing.”

Celestia summoned a key with magic, undid Chrysalis’ bindings. “How do you feel?”

“My body is...sore.”

“Do not worry, Chrysalis. This unfortunate ordeal is over. Distrust may linger because of your doppelganger’s actions, but it will fade in time. Come,” Celestia helped Chrysalis to her feet. “Let us get you some fresh clothes and a bath. I imagine you must be hungry as well.”

Chrysalis nodded. She leaned against Celestia’s bosom as they left.

The door clanked and clunked open, and Celestia turned to the guard. “Guard, I believe I was successful. Send for some fresh clothes, and have the maids prepare a room.”

The guard nodded. “At once, Princess.”

Epilogue

Princess Chrysalis stepped into the throne room. She felt the atmosphere stiffen immediately. The tastes of fear and apprehension struck her emotion glands immediately.

“You summoned me, Princesses?”

Celestia nodded, and Luna waved away the guards and scribes nearby. The room emptied quickly.

“Yes,” Celestia said. “We captured one of the...rogue changelings who attacked the wedding. The ones in league with your doppelganger.”

“And?”

Celestia glanced at Luna. “We wanted to consult you about what to do with them.”

“Surely you have a plan already?” Chrysalis asked.

“We do,” said Luna “We had planned to interrogate them, but there may be another way to handle it.”

“We could use mental magic to make them more agreeable to us. If a changeling like yourself helped imprint some of your memories on them, it might make them more sympathetic to us.”

Chrysalis stiffened. “It seems a little...underhanded.”

Celestia nodded. “Yes, but if it helps protect my kingdom, it is a sacrifice that must be made. If you do not want to help, I will respect your wishes.”

Celestia had always been good at masking her emotions. Chrysalis opened her mouth to refuse, but a pang of guilt shot through her. Disappointing her mentor, her confidant, her lover, it made her feel ill.

“Of course I’ll help,” Chrysalis said, without quite meaning to. “It is for the good of the kingdom, after all.”

Celestia smiled. “Thank you, my faithful ward. I’ll meet you in the dungeon, I must prepare some spells beforehand. The guard will show you the cell.”

Chrysalis bowed and turned to leave. She paused; for a moment, she had gotten the distinct feeling that she was doing something reprehensible, disgusting. She shook her head and continued walking. If Celestia approved, it couldn’t possibly be that bad.

The door closed. Celestia sighed. “You haven’t told me what you think, sister.”

Luna took a sip of her tea. “We discussed it already.”

“That was in the context of politics and security and...and fear.” Celestia sunk into her throne. “I should not have had Twilight and Cadance in the meeting. They might have clouded my decision.” Celestia turned to Luna. “You haven’t told me what you think, outside that context.”

Luna took a sip of her tea again. “You want my personal view on the matter?” She set her teacup in its saucer, and rested them on the end table. “I know you spent a long time forging all those fake memories, took great pains to individualize them from the imprints you used.” Luna turned to Celestia. “But in my opinion, it would have been more merciful to seal her in a statue.”

Luna stood up. “And to be frank, the intimate way in which you siphon her magic has not escaped my notice.” She turned to Celestia. “But I suppose if the guilt can be borne, the results are tactically palpable.”

Luna walked down the steps. “I’ll take my leave, sister. I imagine you must prepare for your...reformation.”

Author's Note

Cover source; https://derpibooru.org/950714 (obviously NSFW). The amount of hypnotized Chrysalis pics is too damn low