Rehabilitation

by sockeye101

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Sex, Queen Chrysalis, Princess Celestia
Length: 1716

Chrysalis pays for her crimes against Equestria

How do you rehabilitate a monster? Luna devises a plan to make Queen Chrysalis loyal to pony kind, but in using these... unconventional techniques, she finds out something even more interesting about herself.

My first attempt at writing fanfiction, so bear with me please.

Published 2015-08-21 23:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-21 23:10:02 UTC

Day 1: Introduction

*Click*
*Rattle*
*Thud*

Your ears perk up, the deafening silence being broken by the sound of somepony unlocking a heavy door. Suddenly your heart is racing, not knowing if your rescuers have arrived, or your captors have returned. As you shift upright on the mattress and face the direction of the door, you’re reminded how much your body aches from the past few hours of struggling against your binds. Your legs are tied together with an impossibly strong rope, wickedly intertwined through the holes in your hooves. A magic-inhibiting ring is attached to your horn, preventing you from using your magic to escape. Lastly, as if to add insult to injury, a steel band rests around your neck, with a tag hanging off of it that humiliatingly reads 'PET' in large, golden letters.

*Creeeeeaaaak*

As the door swings open, the dim lightbulb illuminating the small stone room in which you lay is overwhelmed by a brightly lit corridor, and just as quickly shadowed by a large figure entering the room. As the door shuts behind them, you feel a powerful magical presence nearby, and based on the size of the figure, guess that you have been bestowed with the presence of one of the Solar Sisters.

“I hope you know my minions will be looking for me,” You exclaim, as confident as you can make yourself sound given the circumstance. “They are naturally attracted to their Queen, and will stop at nothing to reunite themselves with I and ensure my safety”.

“Oh do not worry about your brood” the voice of the Lunar Goddess replies, with a hint of seductive undertones, “Be rest assured that we are well aware they are searching for you, and any attempts to breach this stronghold will only result in their capture as well.” With a frown, Luna shut the door behind her and approached the bed. “In the mean time, you shall repent for your crimes against the state of Equestria, and most foul they are. Espionage, impersonating and assaulting a monarch, launching an attack on one of our cities without any respect for the Articles of War, banishment or imprisonment simply wouldn’t be enough.”

“So what do you call this then, if not imprisonment?” You say, gesturing towards your binds. Luna’s frown then turns into a sly grin, as she comes closer, staring down at you from her regal height, made even more intimidating by the fact that you lay bound, on a mattress, on the floor of a small dungeon. Something about the Night Princess’ grin sets you on edge, as you stare up into her dark blue eyes, you feel your composure wavering. Instinct tells you to cast a shield spell to separate the two of you, only to be forcibly reminded of the magic-inhibiting ring around your horn. Luna chuckles as she notices your attempt to use your magic, as you feel your composure slip further, the helplessness of your situation starting to overwhelm you.

“We call this… rehabilitation, if you will.” Luna responds, laying down next to the mattress. “We’ve come to the realization that our nation is too dependent on the Elements of Harmony as a first line of defense against major threats. Rather than continue to rely on these means, we have decided that it would be better to remove those more manageable threats from the world, and attempt to recruit them onto our side, first via bargaining, and then by force, if necessary.”

As the implication of this starts to sink in, a low growl escapes you muzzle. “As if I would ever ally myself and my great swarm with you pathetic… ponies” you say as you scowl towards Princess Luna.

“We suspected that would be your initial reaction, which is why we’ve come up with a method to make you more… accepting to our ways.” Luna replies, chuckling and leaning in close. Seeing an opportunity, you attempt to snap your jaw at Luna, however her reflexes are slightly quicker, and instead you teeth reach nothing but air; a moment later you feel a sharp stinging on your hindquarters, causing you to yelp in surprise and pain.

“Lesson Zero,” Luna says, the seductiveness in her voice replaced with a stern authority, as she now stands over you, holding a cat o’ nine tails in her magic, “And if you ever wish to see the light of day again, you will remember this one well. You are subservient to ponies, less than equal, and under no condition are you to commit an act of violence against one of us. You have 3 chances, after which rehabilitation will no longer be attempted and you will serve out the remainder of your days as a prisoner. That was your first chance.” The whip finds your rear again, and you howl out in pain, only this time to be cut short as you feel a bit being shoved into your mouth, and secured tightly behind your head. You look down at your snout and blush slightly, seeing that the bit is in the shape of a dog bone.

“Roll onto your stomach, pet!” Luna orders. You obey, still in shock from the whip, blushing at the thought of being referred to as a pet, and as you shift as best you can with your hooves bound, you hear the sound of shackles being picked up. The knots around your rear hooves are untied, and are replaced with a steel spreader bar. Your forehooves are untied, and the ropes are again replaced with shackles, which are also fastened to the spreader bar. This leaves your hindquarters raised in the air, and your nether region helplessly exposed. As you try in vain to cover those regions with your tail, you realize that your face is now bright red, the growing feeling of helplessness arousing you, although you cannot explain why. “Good pet” Luna exclaims, the seductiveness returning to her voice. “If you disobey, you will be punished, however if you are obedient, you may be rewarded.” As she says this, an intense feeling of pleasure washes over you, surprisingly emanating from the collar around your neck, eliciting a moan from behind the bit between your teeth. “The collar you wear is designed to keep your arousal under control. It can give you the most intense orgasm of your life, or prevent you from feeling any pleasure at all” This causes you to whine in frustration, the thought of having your lust, and thus your only source of sustenance, inhibited by a magic device worrying you, yet at the same time increasing your arousal further.

“Haw Lang ah I ear hor?” (How long am I here for?) You try to say through the bit, although Luna seems to understand your garbled speech.

“As long as it takes for me to feel as though you have undying loyalty to ponykind” she responds, leaning in close to stare eye to eye with you, her voice becoming stern and heavy. “And believe me, I know exactly what it means to be loyal to somepony.” She rises and walks behind your vision, rummaging through a chest on the other side of the room.

“We weh newah sewe yoe thilthah powhaes!” (We will never serve you filthy ponies!) You spit back with renewed vigor, albeit the intensity of your statement somewhat lost through the bit. As Luna turns back and gives you a thoughtful glance, she returns with several unfamiliar objects being held in her magic.

“Perhaps”, she exclaims, lifting your tail with her magic, causing you to blush slightly. “However that is your choice and yours alone to make, and rest assured you will have a long time to think about it.” With this you feel something brush up against your backside, and you moan as you feel it begin to penetrate your rear. “Lesson One: This is what happens when you speak hatefully towards your Princess,” Luna exclaims, working the butt plug deeper into your anus. “I hope for your sake you learn these lessons quickly, or you may not be of much use to us when we’re done.” You moan loudly as the plug reaches full depth, then yelp as you feel something cold being placed against your clitoris, held on with a piece of tape. Your suspicions are confirmed moments later, as you feel the offending object begin to vibrate, slowly at first, then much more intensely, as Luna places the dial controlling it on it’s maximum setting, sending waves of pleasure rippling throughout your body. You moan loudly as you turn to look up at the princess helplessly.

“Have a good night, Chrissy my pet, and try not to get too aroused, not that the collar will permit it anyways.” Luna says as she starts making her way out the door. As the realization of your impending denial, and just how long this torture will last sinks in, you start making muffled pleas into your gag, struggling at your bonds, anything in an attempt to have her return and grant your sexual release. Your need for release is already hitting it’s peak as you stare at Luna one last time, a mixed look of fear and arousal in your eyes, and as she shuts the door you almost swear you see her blow you a kiss. Your suspicions are confirmed seconds later as you feel a surge of energy coursing through you, the Princess’ love revitalizing your body and arousing you even further.

Left on your own, devices penetrating and buzzing away in your nethers, filled with the love of a Princess who had just gained herself a new pet, your cry out in frustration, feeling as though this torture had been designed exactly for someone who feeds off of love and lust. Unable to seek your own release, you resort to spending the remainder of the night helplessly struggling against your bonds, moaning into your bit, and scowling at the occasional guard that would come by to laugh or catcall through the door. All the while loathing the Pony that had trapped you in this infernal situation.

LUNA!!!

Luna….

Author's Note

My first attempt at fanfiction, so I'd appreciate any feedback! Next chapter will be all about Luna, so tell your friends!