Celestia Kneels Before Her Queen
Is everything alright, Twilight?
All was quiet as Chrysalis crept through the castle; a night-time silence that hung in the air.
Her black on black shadow flitted from one pillar to another, hooves soundless on the thick carpet. She was tall, exquisitely female, long legs rising from hooves that were strangely pieced by ragged oval holes, culminating in perfect round buttocks. Above the narrow waist, her body swelled out in full, glisteningly black breasts, framed by the ragged shapes of insectile wings behind, finally culminating in a narrow, sharply cruel face and elaborately twisted horn. Her mane and tail were ragged, a muted dark blue. Only the startling green of her nipples and bare sex broke the complete darkness of her body.
It was too easy. Stupid, rigid ponies, who couldn't conceive of how it felt to be perfect, how it felt to be free. The relied on what they saw in front of them, never questioning if it was true, and that was why they had so totally failed their Princess. That was why she was going to, and deserved to, rule.
Up ahead, a pair of guards stood either side of a tall door. The two were half asleep, and mostly held up by the wall. So easy. In the shadows behind a broad pillar, Chrysalis pressed herself against the stone and willed herself to change. White poured over her as though she stood in an invisible fall of paint, her body shrinking to a more diminutive stature as transient golden armour appeared. Her muzzle shortened and broadened, her fangs retracting out of sight, and the blue of her mane strengthened, becoming more intense.
The pony that stepped out from behind the pillar was male, armoured, with a crested helm. Striding confidently towards the doorway, he said firmly, "Look alive, ponies. It might be late, but there's no excuse to slack while guarding the Princess." Chrysalis had to stop herself from a hissing laugh as the two scrambled desperately into a rigid, at attention posture.
"Sir, yes, sir! Sorry, sir! Won't happen again, sir!"
"I take this duty very seriously, sir!"
"Good. See that you stick to that."
The figure of the guard captain disappeared through the doors, which shut behind him with a quiet click. Idiots. The disguise burned off in a flash, and Chrysalis stepped out of the lit hallway, into a darkened room that was part of Celestia's suite. She had a clear run from here.
Chrysalis had waited a long time for this. The humiliation of her prior defeat had burned within her as she was driven away from Canterlot, with barely enough energy to fly. Not even enough to shift! She'd had to resort to hiding in a bush, the great Changeling Queen resorting to cowering in shrubbery to avoid the pursuing guards.
It had been so close! She had defeated that tender-hearted dolt of a Princess, stolen her life, dominated her husband-to-be and fed off him until she was gorged. But all that power had gone to her head. At the very last minute, she'd conquered by brute force, not subtle control, and it had ruined her.
This time, things would be different.
Chrysalis paused at a broad ornately carved door, breasts rising and falling rapidly with her hissed breath. Her chest was tight with nameless internal pressure, a hard tension that she couldn't ignore. Celestia was powerful, and without the bizarre strength of Shining Armor's stolen love, impossible to match in raw strength. It didn't matter, though. Chrysalis had exactly the right tool to break her.
Chrysalis gazed down at herself, controlling her transformation with exquisite care. She wasn't fooling half-asleep guards this time. Her skin paled, and flashed lavender. Her breasts shrank back against her chest as she grew shorter and slimmer, becoming more delicate even as her wings filled out with spurious feathers. A white nightgown flashed into being, almost modest, but thin enough to show the shadows of her dark nipples and hint at her shaven sex beneath.
Taking a deep breath, the transformed changeling placed her hand on the door, and turned the handle. It opened inwards without a sound.
The room beyond was dark, lit only by moonlight gleaming through the expansive windows, but to Chrysalis's eyes, it was as clear as day. There, lying amidst the vast pillows and blankets of her broad bed, lay the dozing shape of Princess Celestia. The great enemy slept peacefully, her hair billowing subtly against the pillows.
Maybe this was going to be easier than she'd thought. Had she been over-thinking this? She could just creep over there, and-
"Who's there?" demanded Celestia, in a clear, firm voice.
"Uh - I - it's me, Princess, I'm so sorry to disturb you. I should... go. Back to bed," Chrysalis replied with deliberate hesitancy, in Twilight's voice. Celestia was fast! One moment seemingly fast asleep, the next, sat up in her bed, her eyes wide open and horn levelled. Still, the sight of her precious Princess of Friendship ought to deal with that.
Celestia blinked, and gestured with her horn. A small bedside lamp flared into life, casting a warm yellow glow across the room that lit up the nervous-looking shape of her former student. "Twilight? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?" She pressed the sheets to her body, pinning them over her chest with one hand.
So she slept nude. Cute. The figure of Twilight clasped her hands awkwardly in front of her, then looked down at her hooves. "I... I'm so sorry I woke you. It's just... I had a bad dream." Chrysalis glanced up slightly at Celestia, to see how she was taking it. "Luna must be busy with another pony, and I got... I got upset. Could I... Could I stay here with you, for a little while? Please?"
Chrysalis wasn't a fool. Underestimating Twilight Sparkle had been her downfall before, but this time, the meek little mare was going to be her path to victory instead. It didn't take as expert an observer of ponies as a changeling to see the subtle tension between Celestia and her protégé, even if Twilight herself didn't seem to be conscious of it. All she had to do was imitate the stumbling little idiot closely enough to let Celestia's imagination fill in the blanks.
Celestia hesitated, a trace of awkwardness on her face.
Come on, come on. You can't turn down your precious pet student, can you?
"...of course, Twilight. Please turn away while I put on a nightgown," Celestia said finally, with a little smile.
"Thank you. It means so much to me that you're still there for me," Chrysalis whispered, turning her back. It was a real shame to miss the Princess's naked body, but if things worked out, she was going to see a lot of it.
"Of course I'm here for you, Twilight. I always will be." The sound of rustling cloth sounded, and then the Princess spoke from just behind her. "You can turn around now."
Chrysalis turned. Oh, that body. Celestia filled out her nightgown magnificently, a delicate thing of white silk that emphasised her heavy breasts and broad, firm ass as much as it covered them. Chrysalis had tried Celestia's shape before, but seeing it worn with such complete authority, and so scantily covered, was breathtaking. Fortunately, it was entirely appropriate for Twilight to be a little stunned as well, and Chrysalis let her eyes fix on the swell of the Princess's chest, before she looked with feigned guilt up to Celestia's face.
Moving a half-step closer, Chrysalis breathed, "Will you - could you hold me for a while?"
In answer, Celestia wrapped her arms around Twilight and squeezed tightly. The warmth and softness of Celestia's body was delicious, though more pleasurable still was the wave of love and affection that flooded the changeling. Oh, yes. She clung to the alicorn, bathing in the power of the misguided feelings, before she finally tilted her head back to look up at Celestia.
"I - maybe, could you - I meant, in bed?" Chrysalis was taking a gamble. Surely Celestia would have held Twilight when she was younger.
A subtle stiffness entered Celestia's body. "Twilight, I think you may have grown a little too old for that. Why don't I make us some tea?"
Chrysalis stepped closer to Celestia, finding that with Twilight's build, her face was all but level with Celestia's vast, milky cleavage. She raised a hand, letting it shift back and forth with the semblance of hesitating indecision, before she finally let her hand come to rest on Celestia's waist. Her head settled against the heavy pillows of the Princess's chest.
"...please? There's something I need to tell you, and... please." Come on, come on. Chrysalis lifted her head, and gave Celestia the very best wide-eyed gaze that she was capable of.
Silence, as Celestia caught the corner of her lip between her teeth indecisively. Finally, she lowered her head, and murmured, "Just this once, Twilight." Releasing her, Celestia moved back to the bed, and slid under the covers, leaving them pulled back.
"...thank you," Chrysalis breathed sincerely. Sliding into the bed, she relaxed, surrounded by the warmth and scent of Celestia's body. Wriggling closer, she cuddled up against Celestia's generous curves. This pony felt so good. She was going to be a magnificent sex toy, when properly subdued.
Silence stretched for a few moments. Probing Celestia's feelings, Chrysalis nuzzled her slim body against the other mare, and felt a tremor of unwilling arousal colour the warmth flowing from Celestia. Perfect.
"You wanted to tell me something, Twilight," Celestia eventually murmured.
"Yes, I... did." Chrysalis swallowed audibly. "I had a dream that you were... hurt. Gone. I had to make sure you were still here."
"Oh, Twilight. I'm not going anywhere." Celestia squeezed Chrysalis more closely against her.
"But you could! There are so many dangerous monsters, and... each time we've won, we could have easily lost. That's why I needed to see you."
Celestia didn't reply, perhaps sensing where the conversation was about to go.
"Princess... I mean, Celestia. Um. You... you think of me as an adult mare, don't you? After all the enemies I've fought, and the things I've done, I know you trust me, but do you think of me as, well... like an equal? I don't want to believe that you look at me like your subject, but I have to know the truth."
"Of course I do, Twilight. I would never think you are less than me, even before your ascension. You are a wonderful pony, brave and intelligent. I am so proud of all you've achieved."
Chrysalis had heard about fishing, once. It sounded like a stupid activity, something rigid, inflexible ponies did because they couldn't do the truly natural thing and slip into an appropriate form to swim among the waters, snapping up fish in their jaws. Even so, she'd needed to understand it a little to properly mimic the pony she was imitating, and so she'd learned. Now, she felt as though she understood it a little better. Celestia was a very big fish, on a very thin line. Pull too hard, and it would snap. But if she did it just right...
She looked up at Celestia, with a complex expression of nervousness, need and determination. Visibly screwing up her courage, she poured out in a rush, "Then I'm old enough to be taken seriously, when I tell you that I... I like you. I don't mean, like, I mean, like like." Chrysalis's cheeks deliberately flushed crimson. "When I realised that you could be taken away from me at any moment... I realised I couldn't wait. I didn't want to lose you before I said this. I... I want to be your special somepony, Celestia."
Celestia became very still, her expression impossible to read, even with the clarity that Chrysalis's dark-adapted sight gave her. Eventually, she murmured, "Twilight," in a tone of gentle discouragement.
Drat. Celestia was supposed to jump on the innocent little idiot at that pronouncement. But she hadn't drawn away, and the uncertainty radiating from her was an invitation for 'Twilight' to push her case. Chrysalis considered applying magic, but no, not yet. Celestia was still too guarded. She could do this.
Chrysalis reached out to touch Celestia's upper arm, looking up at her earnestly. "I know it's strange. You're used to thinking of me as - young. Your student. I know you haven't really dated anypony in a long time. I mean, a really long time, I checked the histories. But - if you look at me now, like a pony, that could be worthy of you - aren't I worth a try? I'm not going to be here forever. Don't you want to give me a chance, before it's too late?" A touch of pleading rode her words, but only a touch.
The white alicorn's eyes squeezed closed, and she bit her lip again. Silence stretched. Finally, Celestia sighed. "It's not easy for me to accept the idea of dating again, Twilight. I've been your teacher for most of your life. It's not really ethical for me to take advantage of that bond."
Curse that ancient prude. Here was her nubile student offering up her inexperienced body, and she was hesitating? What was wrong with this mare?
"But I'm not your student anymore. I'm here, and I - I love you," Chrysalis said softly. She was so close, she could taste it.
"...you're not," Celestia finally murmured in agreement. Her eyes squeezed closed in the darkness, and a look of terrible indecision lingered on her face, before finally, her expression eased. With a wry little smile, she said softly, "Very well, Twilight. I am very out of practise, but for you, I will try."
"Princess!" blurted Chrysalis, hugging Celestia tightly. Yes! Perfect.
"No, Twilight." Celestia smiled, smoothing a curl of purple hair back from Chrysalis's brow. "Just Celestia. There should be no rank between us."
"Celestia," Chrysalis agreed, and leaned up to kiss the divine pony in her arms. Celestia's lips met hers. A dizzying torrent of feelings poured into her body from the direct contact, fresh, bright new love, tremblingly intense, so powerful that for a moment she was afraid she couldn't contain the flare of magical potency within her body. Oh, this was magnificent! She'd never felt so full!
She gazed into Celestia's face as the other mare's eyes slid open once more, and let a trickle of power leak into her eyes. "You trust me. Don't you?" The words rode the ethereal green shimmer in her eyes, a command disguised as an entreaty.
"Oh, Twilight. Of course I trust you," Celestia whispered, stroking her hand along Chrysalis's cheek.
"I'm so glad. You trust me completely. You know I'm here because I love you, don't you? There's no other reason," Chrysalis added softly. "It's because I think you're so wonderful."
"I know, Twilight. You are not the kind of pony attracted to fame, or authority. I was always proud of you for that." Celestia's hand gently ran down Chrysalis's shoulder beneath the blanket, moving back to explore her feathers.
Mmm. That did feel good. She'd have to wear feathers more often. "This bed is the safest place in the whole world. Nothing bad can happen here," Chrysalis said softly. Just a trickle of compulsion, growing little by little.
"Yes. Nothing can get you here. You're safe," Celestia replied tenderly, the faintly magic laden words sinking into her without resistance.
But you're not. "It's so warm and cosy here. It's so relaxing. You have the best bed, Pri- Celestia. It's like sleeping on a cloud."
"Mmm," Celestia agreed contentedly.
"It's okay to go to sleep, isn't it? It's fine to just snuggle down and fall asleep here, with me." Chrysalis kept her words gently entreating, each one luring the Princess deeper into the trap.
Nodding slowly, Celestia shifted lazily under the sheets with a murmur of agreement. "You can sleep, Twilight. We will talk more in the morning."
"This is the safest place in the world. It's so good to sleep here, safe, with a pony that you love so much. Mmm. It's like you could just melt into the bed, all soft, and heavy, and completely relaxed." Strengthen the connection, little by little. Push each word a little harder. "Completely relaxed," she added again..
Celestia's eyes flickered, sliding halfway closed. Her chest rose and fell with a long sigh, murmuring her agreement, and her lips shaped the word, 'relaxed'.
"That's right, Celestia. We're safe together. I mean, you trust me completely, you know that. You can go to sleep, now. I'll look after you." Chrysalis stroked Celestia's forehead gently with her fingertips. "Sleep, now. Sleep. Sleep." Green energy flowed from her fingers and coated Celestia's horn for a moment before sinking into her. The divine pony's eyes slid shut, and she relaxed into the bed with a soft murmur.
Yes. Yes. Chrysalis trembled with eagerness, wanting urgently to throw back the bedclothes and tear the nightgown from Celestia's body. But not yet. Patience. She couldn't get this far, and throw it away.
A baleful green glow coated the replica of Twilight's horn. Celestia's horn and closed eyes began to glow the same colour, dim in the dark. "Sleep, Celestia. Sleep deeply. Relax, and breathe. You're so happy, so safe. You love me, it's easy to listen to my voice and trust everything I say. You do trust me completely. You're safe, and happy, and in love, and sleeping. Sleeping so deeply, letting everything go. You're sinking down, warm and heavy. Your sleeping mind is listening to me, isn't it? Say 'yes'."
Celestia inhaled deeply, then let the breath go. Nodding very slightly, she murmured, "Yes."
"That's wonderful. I'm so happy. You're so happy. You're so deeply relaxed, and calm. All your thoughts have gone away, you're a calm, placid pool. That's right. You are soft, and warm, and have no thoughts. You have no thoughts. Say it for me."
Lips parting sluggishly, Celestia sighed, "I have no thoughts."
"You're completely relaxed, and calm, and happy. No thoughts. Your head is empty, isn't it? Say so."
"...my head is empty."
"That's very good. When somepony is as completely relaxed, and empty as you are, when you're totally asleep and listening only to somepony's words, there's a word for that. It's a trance. That's fine, that's completely fine. You're really happy to be in a trance. You know you're safe, and warm, and you trust me, and it feels wonderful. You're in a trance, okay?"
"Mmm. In a... trance."
Unable to contain herself any longer, Chrysalis untangled herself from Celestia with painstaking care. Watching the Princess's sleeping face for any sign of unease, she slowly peeled back the blankets, exposing Celestia lying on her side. With gentle pressure on one shoulder, she guided the Princess to roll onto her back, and carefully arranged her arms at her sides. She was gorgeous.
Chrysalis trailed a lavender finger over the rise of Celestia's breast through her silk nightgown. Crouched over her, she crooned in Twilight's voice, "This is what being hypnotised feels like. You love being hypnotised, it feels so warm and safe. I'd really like it if you agreed."
Celestia nodded slowly. "I love... being hypnotised," she breathed, barely audible.
"Being hypnotised is so comforting. Nothing matters, you can just relax, and do as you're told. It's so nice. Celestia, you remember that when Chrysalis came to the court, I was the only one who realised what she was, don't you? I was the only one who really understood her. That's true, isn't it?"
"...yes. So sorry..."
"Don't worry. Don't be sorry, it's fine. Just be nice, and calm, and blank. So I know better than anypony about Chrysalis. My opinion on her is more important than yours, because I was right about everything, and you were wrong. So you're going to throw away everything you think about Chrysalis, and believe me instead, aren't you? That's how you will avoid making a mistake again."
"Mm. I'll... believe you."
"Your opinion isn't important."
"My opinion isn't important."
"You'll believe whatever I tell you about Chrysalis."
"I'll believe whatever you tell me about Chrysalis," Celestia agreed dazedly.
Oh, it was too good. Using the little bitch that had ruined everything to take over Celestia's mind was the single most satisfying conquest of her entire life. But that was more than enough of this skinny, weak body. Soundless, heatless green flame burst into being, flashing across Chrysalis's skin, consuming Twilight's visage. Chrysalis's heavy tits swelled into place, her ass filling out as her natural body exploded into being, starkly nude. Her long, twisted horn thrust out, gleaming in the dim light. Sitting back on her haunches, Chrysalis began firmly rubbing her fingers over one neon-green nipple, feeling it stiffen under her hand.
Maintaining Twilight's voice, she said with soothing patience, "Queen Chrysalis is not our enemy."
A faint frown touched Celestia's forehead. "She... isn't?"
"No, not at all. It was a tragic misunderstanding, that's all. She was only trying to look after her people. You understand trying to look after your people. She is a good Queen."
"But..."
"We should be friends with her. We should ally with her. You want to make peace, don't you? It's very important to make peace. You want to make peace with the changelings."
"I want to make peace with the changelings."
"Queen Chrysalis is not our enemy."
"Queen Chrysalis is not our enemy."
"Queen Chrysalis is our friend."
"Queen Chrysalis is our friend."
"You have to trust somepony to have peace negotiations with them, don't you? And you want to make peace with the changelings very much, don't you? So you have to trust Queen Chrysalis. You do."
"Yes... I trust Queen Chrysalis."
"But it's going to be hard to make peace, after we fought her and all her changelings. We need to do anything we can to make things better. You need to please her. You need to please Queen Chrysalis."
"...for peace, I... need to please Queen Chrysalis."
"The thing is, you're attracted to her. She's sexy. Picture her body, black and smooth, with her big, full tits and round ass. She's incredibly sexy. She's made herself the sexiest body a pony could desire. She makes you horny."
Celestia's expression shifted, a sluggish look of discomfort on her face, and she didn't answer.
Oh no, you don't. Celestia wasn't going to get out from this, not now. Chrysalis crawled up Celestia's body, sitting naked astride her thighs, and poured the bright, hot new magic she'd siphoned from Celestia's love into the compulsion spell. The green glow around Celestia's horn brightened, forming into a distinct pattern now visible as an endless sequence of ethereal chains, binding her magic. The glow over the Princess's closed eyes obscured them completely.
Planting her hands on Celestia's large breasts through her silk nightgown, Chrysalis began squeezing and kneading them firmly. They felt so good under her hands! Breathing quicker, she declared more loudly in Twilight's voice, "You lust for Queen Chrysalis. You want to fuck Queen Chrysalis. She's the sexiest pony you have ever seen."
Celestia's body arched under the impact of the magically enhanced words, inadvertently pushing her breasts into the changeling's hands. "I... I lust for... I want to fuck Queen Chrysalis."
"Queen Chrysalis makes you horny. So horny. She makes you dripping wet."
The Princess's head shifted from side to side sluggishly as a shivery moan slid from her lips. "I'm dripping wet for Queen Chrysalis. She makes me horny."
"You want her to fuck you. You want her to fuck you senseless so badly you can barely think in her presence."
"I want her to fuck me!" gasped Celestia, panting heavily. Her nipples were rigid under the silk, jutting through it.
"That's why you lost to her before. Deep down, you wanted to lose, so she would fuck you."
"I lost because I wanted her to fuck me!"
"That's right. But let me tell you the most important thing about Queen Chrysalis. You want very badly to hear what that is."
"I want... to know!" Celestia nodded, her body shifting against the bed. A fresh moan escaped her lips as Chrysalis roughly pinched her nipples.
"Queen Chrysalis has hypnotised you. You're so happy about that. You want to please her. You have to please her. She's in control of your mind, and that makes you so horny. You're so turned on and ready for her to fuck your mind, like you want her to fuck your body."
Celestia's lips parted wordlessly, though whether in question or protest, it was impossible to tell.
Chrysalis didn't wait to find out. Lowering her head, she slid the tip of her twisted horn into Celestia's warm mouth, and poured power into the domination spell. Unfurling magic sang in her body as she flooded the vulnerable mare's head with compulsion magic from within. "Your mind is under Queen Chrysalis's control!" she hissed in her own voice, slamming the words into the alicorn's mind without subtlety or restraint.
Celestia's eyes snapped open, lit from within by a stark green glow, her body arching rigidly off the bed. She groaned muffled, incomprehensible sounds of ecstasy as she tried to speak around the horn filling her mouth.
Pulling her dripping horn free, Chrysalis commanded roughly, "Again!"
"My mind is under Queen Chrysalis's control! I must please her! I want her to fuck me! I want to be fucked!" Celestia gasped raggedly.
Absolute triumph flooded Chrysalis, a dizzying rush that made her nipples throb and her head swim with the sheer intensity of it. Celestia's nightgown was soaked where her neon-green cunt rested against it. "Now you're mine," she hissed, grabbing Celestia by the throat. "Your mind is mine! You will obey! You cannot resist! You will obey me!"
Shuddering, hips jerking against the bed, Celestia's arms lay limp at her sides without resistance as the changeling choked her. "I cannot - cannot resist! I will obey you!"
Acid triumph filled Chrysalis's voice, sharp and cruel. "You know I'm superior. You're my mind fucked bitch, and I am your Queen."
Swirling green energy danced over Celestia's glazed eyes, staring blindly into the face of the changeling atop her. "You are superior. I am... I..."
Chrysalis dragged her sharp green nails down Celestia's chest, catching at her nightgown. Yanking harder, the delicate fabric tore open with a long ripping round, baring the silken white skin beneath. "You are my bitch."
"I'm your bitch!" Celestia moaned, her hands tensing on the bedclothes as the nails grazed her pure white skin. The divine pony was clearly lost now, the green chains of Chrysalis's energy pulsing around her horn, and glowing deep within her blank eyes. Her hips began to sluggishly thrust at nothing, pink nipples standing out through her torn gown.
With a savage hiss of triumph, Chrysalis seized both sides of the tear and yanked outwards. The gown ripped asunder, baring the heavy slopes of Celestia's heaving tits. Sinking down her body, Chrysalis let her own huge breasts rub against her victim's stomach as her long, forked tongue lapped at the stiff pink nipples of her new conquest.
Lust and vicious satisfaction mingling in her voice, she growled between licks, "You are my slave. You can't resist, I'm in your mind, changing you." A cruel smile spread across her lips, and she added, "Yess, the Changeling Queen is changing you. You are my horny slut. You need my body more than anything. You lust to obey me, you're my craven bitch. You love to be abused, humiliated. You want me to degrade you more than anything, it turns you on so badly to be treated like dirt."
"I'm your slave! I'm your slut! I need you to humiliate and degrade me! I can't resist, you're in my mind, I can't resist, I obey, I will obey..." moaned Celestia desperately as she writhed on the bed, panting raggedly. Her eyes focused on Chrysalis as if she were the only thing in the world.
Chrysalis's hand gripped Celestia's face roughly, and she bent down to snarl, "You're going to help me take over your kingdom, and you won't give a damn. Not about them, or that stupid Sparkle bitch."
"Nnnnnh!" Celestia's face screwed up in torment as she went rigid, her hands snapping into fists at her sides. A violent tremor wracked her, and the binding magic around her horn shivered.
Jerking backwards, Chrysalis grabbed her head at the intensity of the sudden change in Celestia's emotions, snapping from urgent, dripping submission to absolute denial in a fraction of a second. Reeling, she squeezed her own temples between her hands and gasped, "No! Forget that! Forget you heard it!"
For a moment, it seemed as though even that wouldn't be enough. Then as though some internal wire had been cut, Celestia collapsed limply back against the bed sheets, her eyes closing. Chrysalis was left awkwardly perched atop the motionless alicorn, panting for breath.
What the fuck was wrong with this pony? She'd never had a pony as far gone as Celestia had been suddenly fight her control like that. If she'd said that to the bitch while she was actually awake, it might have snapped her out of it entirely.
Slowly lowering her hands from her head, Chrysalis realised she was sweating, her skin glistening. A droplet rolled down the midnight black slopes of her massive tits. Fine. Fine! If Celestia was going to be like that, it didn't matter. She'd just break her a different way.
"Celestia? You can hear me. Say yes, damn you," Chrysalis snapped.
"...yes."
"You're under my control. You're under Queen Chrysalis's control."
"Yes."
Chrysalis began to breathe a bit more easily. "You're my slave. You can't resist me," she said forcefully.
Celestia twisted her head from side to side slightly. "Mmh..."
A sharp surge of anger filled Chrysalis, her hands tensing. She had had her! How had she suddenly shown such resistance, when she should have been broken? Massaging her temple with two fingers, holding back the urge to simply become violent, Chrysalis forced herself to be patient. Ordering Celestia to stop caring about her subjects and Sparkle had gone badly wrong. It was time to try another tactic. "You want to protect your ponies."
"Yes," replied Celestia immediately.
"You love Twilight Sparkle."
"Yes."
"The ponies of Equestria," your stupid damn ponies, Chrysalis raged inwardly, "will be safer if you make peace with Queen Chrysalis."
"Yes."
"You have to trust Queen Chrysalis to make peace with her. You have to make peace with her. So you trust her."
"I trust Queen Chrysalis." Celestia spoke calmly, without a hint of animation in her slumped body.
"Yes. You need to please Queen Chrysalis to make peace. You need to please Queen Chrysalis to keep your ponies safe."
"I need to please Queen Chrysalis, for the safety of my little ponies."
That was it. All she had to do was reconstruct the reasoning that had led Celestia into her clutches. Chrysalis leaned down again, her fangs bared as she caressed the entranced mare's cheek. "You desperately want to be fucked by Queen Chrysalis. She's the most arousing creature you have ever known," she breathed with sharp intensity.
Celestia nodded sluggishly, her legs parting slightly. "Yes... I want to be fucked. Queen Chrysalis makes me... horny."
So. Now she had Celestia ready to trust and obey her, but not to betray her Kingdom. Being an obedient fuck toy had to be compatible with being a responsible ruler. Chrysalis had a flash of inspiration, and continued smoothly, "You've been negotiating with Queen Chrysalis. You needed to please her, and wanted to fuck her. It's for the sake of all your," stupid, wretched, "little ponies. So you did what you wanted to do anyway, and made a deal. In exchange for peace, you agreed to be her eager slave cunt."
"Yesss... want to be her... hot, wet slave cunt... want to be fucked by her... used by her... have to protect my ponies... for peace," Celestia sighed in agreement, her body shifting lazily against the bed. "But..."
Chrysalis suppressed the urge to smack Celestia across the face. More resistance? "But what?" she hissed.
"But, I can't let my... ponies know, that I am Chrysalis's slave cunt... can't see me like that... can't let Twilight know how much I want to... fuck my Queen..." Celestia murmured.
"Fine! Fine," Chrysalis spat. Details! She'd gotten this far, and then all these details! "No pony knows that you're my personal whore. It's secret, like the bargaining for peace has been secret, but it's all done, so you're going to announce tomorrow the changelings are accepted, and your ass is my property, understand?"
"My ass is your property," sighed Celestia in agreement. "I will announce the peace... tomorrow."
The temptation to just grab Celestia and begin clawing and fucking her was too intense, and she wasn't fully conditioned yet. No mistakes, not this time. Shoving herself off the bed, she left Celestia sprawled naked in the tatters of her gown, and stalked across the carpet, back and forth, with restless energy. "When I let your stupid, yielding mind go, you're going to wake up and realise you dreamed all that with Sparkle, got it?"
"A... dream?" The words came hesitantly, with a frown.
The changeling's hands clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. "A dream that let you know how much you care about the," cursed, damnable little- "pony. Which is why it's so important that you'll summon her up to the castle and make sure she's alone, so I can talk to her for you. You trust me to make sure she understands that you really care about her. You're sure I will make her understand that she can be with you even though you're my obedient bitch slave."
"Mmm. Lucky to have you... to help me," Celestia murmured compliantly.
Yes, that was it. Frame it right, and Celestia would make sure Twilight was lured right into a trap, ready to have the truth explained to her. Then Luna, and after that, it was time for a royal visit to the Crystal Empire. Sealing that naive little idiot Cadence beneath the castle to really suffer the agonies of defeat had ruined everything once. Chrysalis had learned. This time, Cadence was going to end up face down, worshipping her new Queen's hooves right next to her husband.
Chrysalis's eyes narrowed, filled with baleful light. Gazing at the slumped form of the Princess, she breathed, "But you are the biggest prize of all. My prize." Stalking over to the door, Chrysalis jerked her twisted horn into the air, cutting the flow of magic to the pulsing enchantment keeping Celestia's mind pried wide open. The scintillating chains of energy sank into Celestia's white horn, binding deeply with her magic, and faded from sight. The glow slowly faded from her closed eyes. Baring her fangs, Chrysalis hissed, "Wake up, slut."
Celestia stirred. Slowly, groggily pushing herself up on one hand, the shreds of her nightgown hanging off her and her bedclothes in disarray, she muttered, "What..."
A green glow lit the end of Chrysalis's horn, illuminating her full, glistening curves. Planting her hands on her hips, she snapped, "Well?"
"Chrysalis!" Celestia stared at her for a moment, then relaxed back into the bed. "It's a little late for a visit, wouldn't you say?" she remarked with playful lightness.
"I came to visit my favourite whore," taunted Chrysalis, taking a slow step closer into the light of the small lamp and watching with delight as Celestia's eyes hungrily followed her swaying tits.
Celestia's lips curved into a delighted smile, and she flushed pinkly. "You're early. I'm your slave from the moment the peace is announced. Though I could agree to begin a little sooner, in the name of diplomacy. I'm only doing this for the sake of my little ponies, my Queen. It's for their sake," she protested with a gently playful lack of effort to sound sincere. Despite her efforts to appear calm, she couldn't help but be betrayed by her quickening breathing.
"Oh, of course," Chrysalis breathed. "You're so virtuous it makes my fangs ache. So you don't want to suck on my big, black tits. Is that right? You don't want to bury your face in my ass and kiss and lick 'til you pass out. Is that the truth, Princess Whore?"
Celestia shuddered, leaning forward slightly. Her rock-hard nipples swayed with her panting breathing. "Are you going to command me to, my Queen?" The veil of her reserve was already fraying badly. The question was pleading, her wide eyes betraying the desperate need to surrender to the changeling that had been planted in her mind.
Chrysalis padded across the floor towards her, rocking her round hips with every step and letting her breasts sway slowly from side to side. "You're a pathetic, mewling cunt. You can't look away from my tits, can you?" She laughed, a short, sharp sound, and added, "I could empty your head just by making you watch them move, until your mind dripped out of your cunt."
"Yes, my Queen," breathed Celestia, her eyes flicking to the changeling's breasts and following each movement of her acid-green nipples eagerly. "You could empty my mind with your glorious breasts, I can't look away."
"You're so used to being the centre of attention. The biggest tits, the most power, the greatest authority. Now you're just an obedient cunt in front of someone better than you. I am superior, and you are dirt beneath my hoof." Watching Celestia rock back with every word as though struck by them was the most incredible feeling.
A long, desperate moan answered her words, as Celestia rocked forwards urgently. "You're better than me! Your breasts are larger, your ass is rounder, your flanks are softer, you're my Queen and I'm your slut, oh, my Queen, I want to touch myself. I want to touch you."
Chrysalis paused by the foot of the bed, planting her hands on her wide hips, and hissed, "Get on your knees, slave cunt."
"Yes, my Queen!" Celestia gasped. Hurriedly untangling herself from the sheets, she swung her legs off the bed and dropped to her knees, her thighs spread wide to display her wetly glistening cunt. Her hands clasped behind her back, thrusting out her heavy breasts. "I'm ready to obey you, I want you to use me!"
Glistening droplets of her arousal slid down Chrysalis's smooth thigh as she grabbed Celestia's horn and tilted her head back roughly. The frustration from before was dissolving, making way for a fresh wave of triumphant lust. Her hated enemy, on her knees, naked and desperate to serve. Nothing else was ever going to feel this sweet.
Except, perhaps, the moment when Twilight Sparkle's mind broke under her magic. She had so many punishments ready for that little smart-ass bitch.
"Fine. You want to touch me?" Chrysalis demanded, a vicious smile on her lips. Releasing Celestia's horn, she turned to thrust the large, firm globes of her perfect ass into the Princess's face. "Finger your cunt and lick your Queen's ass!"
Celestia didn't even hesitate, tilting her head back to keep her horn out of the way, and thrusting her face between Chrysalis's glorious buttocks. Her soft cheeks stroked the changeling's skin as her hot, pink tongue began lapping and probing.
Chrysalis stiffened as she felt the other mare's tongue sweep up and down the valley of her ass, a short, sharp gasp escaping her as Celestia's tongue probed deeper. Reaching out to grab one of the pillars of Celestia's huge bed for support, Chrysalis leant further forward, slowly grinding her thighs together. "Yess... that's where you belong, you stupid, fat-assed whore. On your knees, your fingers rammed up your cunt, your tongue up my ass. You get off on being abused by your betters."
Panting loudly, Celestia raised her head from the changeling's body for a moment to gasp, "I love to be used by you, my Queen! Degrade me! Make me your ass-worshipping slave!"
A ragged, growling moan escaped Chrysalis as the Princess went back to licking with all the vigour she could muster. Roughly kneading her massive, green-on-black breast, Chrysalis closed her eyes, glorying in the absolute triumph of her conquest. It felt so good! No pony she'd ever broken had been so satisfying. Her nails dug into the post she was gripping, clawing trenches into the hardwood.
"Mmmh... mmhh..." groaned Celestia into her Queen's body. The wet sounds of the Princess's fingers roughly thrusting in and out of her pussy hung in the air, driving Chrysalis almost feral with desire.
Enough foreplay! She wanted to watch Celestia degrade herself, just as she'd fantasised about, over and over, during her exile. With a sharp hiss of breath, Chrysalis pulled away, and twisted around.
Celestia looked up in dazed, lust-fogged anticipation, her cheeks red and her fingers still jerkily pumping in and out of her splayed cunt. "Fuck me... fuck me, fuck me..."
"I intend to. Get out of those rags," Chrysalis commanded sharply, moving past Celestia to lie in the centre of the bed, as though it belonged to her. Propping herself up against the mound of pillows, she added darkly, "Get between my legs."
"Yes! Yes, please, my Queen!" Celestia grabbed at the shredded remains of her nightgown, too far gone to even wonder how it had gotten so ruined, and tore it off her body. For a moment she stood over the bed, panting, wetness dripping down her thighs, almost mindlessly gazing at Chrysalis's body in the golden light of the single lamp, before she caught herself and hurriedly crawled onto the bed between her Queen's spread thighs. Her tits dangled beneath her, brushing the bed clothes.
"Do you want me to lick your cunt, my Queen?" she asked longingly.
"No. I've got something different in mind for you," Chrysalis hissed through her fangs.
Stupid, rigid ponies, with no understanding of the true pleasures a shapeshifter could enjoy. Her hand moved down to the soaking, glisteningly green folds of her cunt, and began to rub up and down slowly. The flesh moved under her fingers, almost as if it were clay, blackness smoothing over her opening. Then, as she gently tugged and twisted, a shaft slowly emerged, growing thicker and longer by the moment. The skin was smooth and velvety black, silken to the touch, and she couldn't stop herself rubbing her hand up and down her stiffening cock as it filled out. Finally, it jutted obscenely upwards, bobbing back and forth stiffly with each movement of her hips. Catching Celestia's wide-eyed gaze, Chrysalis breathed, "You're going to worship my cock, whore."
"Oh..." whispered Celestia, staring at the thick shaft with rapt desire. "It's been so long... it's so, so beautiful..." Briefly tearing her attention away long enough to look up at her owner, she gasped, "Please, may I touch it?"
"Get on with pleasuring me, whore!" demanded Chrysalis, filled with simmering heat by Celestia's obvious lust. Her head jerked back as the Princess's hand curled slowly around the thickness of her shaft, squeezing firmly. Twinned groans of pleasure and lust hung in the air.
"Thank you, thank you... it feels so good in my hand, so hot and hard and smooth... oh, my Queen, I'm so wet for your cock..." Celestia moaned in an unceasing stream of praise, her pure white hand stark against the perfectly black flesh of the changeling's unnatural shaft. Leaning up, the head of the cock barely an inch from her softly parted lips, Celestia began to pump her hand up and down, faster and faster.
"Wrap your thick lips around my shaft and suck like the cock-starved bitch you always have been!" Chrysalis commanded sharply. Celestia didn't hesitate to obey, lowering her head with a desperate little whine to engulf the tip of the changeling's cock, and Chrysalis hissed sharply at the sudden sensation of Celestia's hot, welcoming mouth and soft, full lips, jerking against the bed as the mare's tender tongue ran up the underside of her cock. Grabbing the back of Celestia's head, she began roughly forcing her up and down, meeting every movement with a rough thrust of her hips.
It was glorious. Nothing could have prepared Chrysalis for the sensation of the despised Princess's mouth worshipfully sucking her cock. Urgently squeezing and kneading one massive breast, Chrysalis growled, "You love being humiliated by your Queen! You love being degraded! You're a stupid, cock-sucking bimbo! Say it and feel the wetness of your cunt dripping down your legs!"
Sucking in her cheeks to let the bulge of her Queen's cock show clearly in her mouth, Celestia pulled her head off Chrysalis's shaft with an audible pop, just long enough to gasp compliantly, "I love being humiliated, my Queen! I'm your stupid, cock-sucking bimbo! I love your thick cock in my mouth!" Eagerly thrusting her head back down, she took several inches back into her mouth, stretching her lips obscenely around its bulk as she pumped her hand up and down the length of it.
"Fuck," hissed Chrysalis. "You were made to be abused, conquered. Sit up and fuck my cock with your fat tits, you drooling whore."
Lifting her hand, Celestia nodded jerkily, her hips trembling with the need to be touched. "I want to touch you. I want to feel your body against mine, so very much. Oh, my Queen..." she breathed, bending forward. Gathering her full, soft tits in both hands, she wrapped them around the velvety hardness of Chrysalis's cock, and began to grind back and forth. Lowering her head, she extended her tongue, licking the tip of Chrysalis's black shaft every time it emerged from her cleavage. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, and she whined in desperate need.
Clawing at the mammoth slopes of her own black tits, Chrysalis writhed against the bed, twisting and tugging her own nipples. Green energy flared over her horn and glowed in her eyes as she drank in the brainwashed, submissive adoration of the incredibly powerful demigoddess worshipping her cock. "That's it," she gasped, feeling the throb of a orgasm building at the base of her cock, "I want to cum across your tits!"
Celestia shuddered, momentarily squeezing her breasts tighter around the changeling's cock before she pulled back a little. Grabbing Chrysalis's shaft with one hand, she began rubbing vigorously, crossing her other arm under her heavy breasts to lift them up. Her pink eyes rolling up, she gasped thickly, "So - so humiliating, I feel so dirty. Cum on my tits, my Queen! Paint me with your seed!"
The desperate, depraved words from Celestia's perfect mouth pushed her over the edge. Chrysalis's head snapped back as her cock erupted, spraying thick, pearly cum in short, sharp surges over Celestia's offered cleavage.
The Princess ducked her head, mouth open, catching a splatter across her lower lip and chin, whimpering in desire. Looking up at Chrysalis, she shakily rubbed her heavy tits together, smearing the changeling's cum across her skin. "My Queen! Let me play with my cunt! I need to cum for you! Let your slut cum in your name!" she begged desperately, unable to stop herself humping the air.
Chrysalis's hand shot out with unnerving speed, seizing Celestia by the throat. The look of abject surrender on her face was irresistible, and the Changeling Queen dragged her forward roughly, licking her cheek and leaning up to bite her ear. "Stupid whore," she hissed viciously. "Do you think I'm finished abusing your body? Your cunt is mine, and I am going to fuck you."
Celestia's eyes widened, and she nodded urgently. "Yes, my Queen, yes!" Crawling up Chrysalis's body, she panted, "I love feeling your superior tits against mine! You're better than me! Oh, oh fuck, oh..." Her words trailed off as her glistening sex came to rest against the velvet hardness of Chrysalis's cock, and she sat up, lifting herself with her thighs. Reaching beneath her, she carefully guided the tip of the changeling's cock to press firmly against her entrance. Closing her eyes, she gasped, "Please, may I, please, please..."
"You've always been a whore, Celestia. But now you're my whore," Chrysalis hissed. Seizing Celestia's soft thighs, digging her fingers into the glorious sunbursts marking them, she pulled down hard. A sharp, loud cry rang out as her full length was buried in the submissive Princess of the Sun, though she couldn't have said whether it came from Celestia's lips or her own, and for a moment Chrysalis simply lay there, drinking in the sight.
Golden light painted the alicorn's pure white body with alternating soft warmth and shadow, emphasising the curves of her huge, heaving breasts. Her hand squeezed the full curve of her new Queen's breast, while the other roughly twisted one of her own nipples, and dark pink coloured her cheeks, her yielding eyes half-closed, and full lips parted in a wordless moan. Midnight-black hands were stark against her thighs, digging into their soft curves, holding her pure, perfect body impaled on the unnatural cock filling her. She was framed by the bed posts behind her, like a living painting of purity turned to depraved lust.
The Princess's pink tongue flickered over her lips, leaving them shining damply. "Yes, my Queen," Celestia breathed huskily. "I am your whore, now."
Chrysalis snarled, a hard animal growl of dominance and unrestrained lust, and lifted Celestia's body upwards, only to bring her sharply down again. "Fuck me."
"Yes! Yes, my Queen, I worship your cock, oh, spirits, you feel so good, so, so good inside me..." Celestia moaned raggedly, her thighs flexing as she began to thrust up and down. Seizing Chrysalis's tits with both hands, she kneaded and squeezed them roughly, her thighs slapping against the altered mare beneath her each time she thrust down against her Queen's glorious cock. Her own breasts bounced heavily as she moved faster and faster, her mouth wide open as she panted for breath.
Chrysalis arched off the bed as if she'd been electrified, talons raking down her new slave's untouched thighs. The Princess felt incredible wrapped around her, a soft, molten heat that seemed to squeeze down with every thrust. Her head swam, indescribable pleasure ripping through her, and she seized handfuls of Celestia's broad ass to pull her down harder, fucking the brainwashed pony with all her might. She was beyond words, now, communicating in moans and ragged snarls which made the quivering slave bouncing on her cock shiver with desire. The world narrowed itself to a single focus, the feeling of her pleasure rising hotly within her, rapidly becoming uncontainable.
"Suck - my tits!" Chrysalis gasped raggedly, her eyes rolling back, on the cusp of orgasm.
Without even wasting time to answer, Celestia bent down, slamming her body up and down against the glistening cock spreading her wide, and began urgently sucking and biting the stiff, acid-green nipples of the changeling queen. She twisted one saliva-damp peak in her fingers as she lapped hungrily at the other, half-mindless with need, moaning and gasping into the slippery black flesh.
An alien howl of pleasure ripped free of Chrysalis, saw-toothed, buzzing undertones to the cry that no pony could have given voice to. Her hips slammed upwards, driving the shaft deeply into her mind fucked slave, and uncontrolled green light spilled from her horn as she demanded, "Cum! Cum!"
The command pierced Celestia's mind without a shred of resistance. Instantly, she began to writhe as a shockingly forceful orgasm hit home, bucking and twitching with the overriding pleasure. All semblance of her composed dignity was long torn away, her tits bouncing with whorish abandon, whimpering fragments of begging words. Her glazed eyes slid closed as her body jerked and went limp, slumped bonelessly against Chrysalis.
For a few moments, there was nothing but the sound of ragged breathing slowly settling.
Eventually, Chrysalis stirred. Running a possessive hand down the perspiration-damp body of the mare atop her, she breathed, "You are," defeated utterly, "all mine."
Stirring, Celestia went to move, then gasped as she felt the changeling's still-rigid shaft shift slightly within her. "I - yes. I am. That is the cost of peace, isn't it?"
"It's what you want."
"...yes. It's what I want, too." Celestia nuzzled the side of Chrysalis's face, licking her cheek once like a tame animal.
"And tomorrow, you will welcome my kind back into your midst." The changeling's smile was savagely victorious. Her voice changed, becoming an eerie copy of Celestia's own. "While it may be hard for us to forget the difficulties we've had in the past, it won't make us happier, or safer, to continue to be at war with the changelings. Queen Chrysalis and I have been negotiating for some time in secret, and the peace we've agreed to will make Equestria a better place for all of us. Especially me, when I'm on my knees, fat ass in the air, gagging on her divinely perfect cock."
"I may have to say that last part very quietly," murmured Celestia with a smile on her lips, settling her head against Chrysalis's shoulder.
Chrysalis drew a long green nail down Celestia's cheek, a dark smile on her lips. "Of course. If you said that openly, some of your precious little ponies might think something strange was going on. But we won't have to hide the way you feel about me forever. Someday, everypony will understand. Someday very soon."
Author's Note
This one is definitely at the hard-core end of things. Hopefully I didn't destroy any hearts with the touching scene between Celestia and an evil-minded, selfish monster masquerading as Twilight 
