Her Inner Demon

Celestia paced down the hallway towards the throne room for Day Court. The corridor leading there was ornately decorated; with red trimmings along the roof and wall connections, a silver tint to said walls, and well done rosewood floors that were stained and painted a striking gold. The entirety of the hallway was easily seen as Celestia's domain and wing of the castle.

Her gait was one of sluggishness and exhaustion, having had little to no sleep the previous night. The mind she had was awash and racing with ideas and thoughts that were not immediately clear to her. She was extremely irritable as her wing of the guard had noticed as she walked by them. She was not looking forward to Day Court, or the nobles who would inevitably try to gain favor with the crown.

Her mood wasn't helped as a noble she knew all too well rushed towards her. His fat and unathletic form turning red as his breathing quickened. His sprint increased as he saw Celestia look towards him. Feet nearly tripping and face planting him, before he caught himself and dropped into a hasty bow.

“Your highness! I realize that day court begins in an hour, but I have an urgent proposal that simply must be attended to!”

A slight twitch came to her right eye, but Celestia hid it well behind a calm and patient mask.

“What is the urgent matter Bartholomew?”

“I wish to expand my factory complex in Ponyville, but that insufferable little Applejack refuses to allow me to take part of her orchard. Without it I simply cannot make the expansion…”

As Bartholomew continued his proposal Celestia became more and more irritated. Finally something inside her snapped, she grabbed the noble by the neck and slammed him into the wall. She practically spat in his face as she spoke, her words laced with venom.

“Listen, and listen good Bartholomew. I do not care about your insolent little expansion proposal. The insufferable pony Applejack, is an element bearer and one of my closest friends. You will drop this matter and never bring it up again. Do you understand?”

“Ach…*cough* yes!”

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”

“YES!”

“Good. Get out of my sight you idiotic welt.”

Bartholomew quickly ran away from Celestia, who calmly continued making her way to day court, much to the stunned shock and silence of her guards. As she continued her walk, she thought she heard a voice in the back of her head whisper. Good. Shrugging it off, she calmly walked away.

*****

Having been thoroughly exhausted by the court, Celestia quickly seized the opening when it had ended. She nearly broke into a sprint to her bedchamber, and fell flat into bed after undressing. Finally my troubles are over for now.

*****

Celestia awoke in a darkened forest, with naught but silvery moonlight as her guide. Checking her hands and body, she concluded she was fine and began walking to leave the forest. After walking for what seemed like an hour, she came upon a clearing with what appeared to be a temple sitting in the middle.

Walking to it revealed large lettering on the top of an archway entrance which read:

TEMPLE OF CELESTIA

Inside was a massive main hall, decorated in a theme of death. Black banners dominated the side roof walls, while the floor was made of pony skulls and bones. Sitting in the middle of it all was a massive statue of Celestia, standing ramrod straight and looking onwards to the horizon in front of her. Crimson blood was splattered all along the statue, with a massive bloody pool forming beneath it.

Celestia could barely believe her eyes as she took in the scene around her. She then noticed a plaque on the statue's base that read:

THE DEATH OF A GREAT PRINCESS’ MIND.

Celestia began to hyperventilate, her hands became clammy, and she fell to the floor.

I'm dreaming, I have to be. THIS CAN’T BE REAL! PLEASE DON’T BE REAL! This is all so horrible; I feel disgusted, violated, and...and alive. Why do I feel good the more I look at this.

Before she could contemplate more on her situation, she heard a female voice that wasn't her own whisper in her mind.

You love this. Imagine what having the power to do this would feel like. To be able to control life and death, who does what, who goes where...it excites you and you know it.

Hearing the voice jarred Celestia out of her mental slump, and she jumped up speedily before shouting.

“Who's there?! Show yourself!”

You won't find me out there dear, I'm inside your head, I've been with you for a while now. I know that you desire power, I can show you what it feels like to wield it.

Before Celestia could respond, the dark and depressing scene changed to a bedroom. It was dimly lit, with a figure lying on the bed. To her surprise and somewhat muted pleasure, Chrysalis lay on the bed. Her legs tied and spread, putting her wet pussy on full display for all to see. Her full round ass was in a position of height, displayed proudly, while her very ample and firm breasts were easily seen hanging from her chest, with neon green nipples that were already very clearly hard.

“This is what awaits you if you give in Celestia. Imagine you having a massive magical cock shoved down my throat, and imagine me gagging on it as you fuck my throat raw. All this and more awaits you if you give in to your mind. Now then, I want you to dominate me, use me like a little fucking slut. Please, fuck me hard.”

Celestia was speechless, but she eventually moved towards Chrysalis, her nightgown already stripped and her huge breasts swaying not as she walked. She couldn't notice the smirk that Chrysalis wore.

All according to plan, thank you for being my pawn Tia. Chrysalis thought to herself with a hidden smirk.