Author's Note

Hey there fellows, hope I'm catching you guys and gals in a good reading mood.

So this idea came from scouring the fetish blog-sphere when i came across a bloke who was missing some Chrysalis focused "hot" time stories.

Now wanting to get some more practice on writing, i decided Hey I could do this for him, and at the same time help get some ideas I've been concocting out of the way...two birds with one stone as it were.

and While I'm a big fan of all sex stories (mature and otherwise) I feel like plot and clop are best served in tandem. So I'll try and balance them as much as I can.

Let me know what you think and I hope you're all satisfied. if not don't fret about giving me an earful. Criticism and collaboration are welcome.

Prologue: Defeated

Everything had been going so perfect. Victory was moment's at hand, with all of her enemies lying broken and defeated at her feet. The ultimate climax of so much dedicated time and energy, a grand investment not easily replaced or wasted. Then it all slipped away. Lost in an instant. And all thanks to one purple little skank and a perfect single kiss.

Right there at the height of her finest glory in one minute, then being blasted across the face of Equestria in the next. The greatest--and the only---defeat of Queen Chrysalis; defeat an humiliation galore at the hooves of the purple unicorn Twilight Sparkle, the pink princess of love Cadence and that blissful idiot Shinning Armor. What was more humiliating about their defeat was those three alone had not been the only source of her humiliation. The purple ponies friends had also contributed to her disgrace as they trashed her minions. Finally, the worst was having her and her entire army blown halfway across the country by the very power they fed off of.

Damn, if Shinning Armor had been that great a kisser he never showed any sign of it before then. And what of that salty, ragged, bitch mare of his? Princess Mi Amor Cadenza? First off, what kind of name was that? Secondly, where did she get all that power and emotional charge from? Chrysalis could have sworn she had drained the pink alicorn dry of her magic. Not too mention keeping her wet, hungry, and despondent in the caverns had very nearly broken her. It should have been impossible for her to have that much energy and strentgh, right?

What of the weird purple pony with her awkward and yet diligent curiosity bordering psycho stalker territory. Definitely some kind of unhealthy relationship there with her and her, “brother.” Not counting some very serious trust issues too. As for her friends, well they were all superficial or dumb as bricks and about as interesting. How they could have managed to overwhelm her warriors was a mystery. As for that smug white rainbow maned ditz of a princess, I mean if Celestia was half as smart as she appeared to be, she would call herself a queen. What was this princess bit, especially given the fact there was like what, three of them now? It didn't get confusing? or at the very least create questions of leadership? No order whatsoever, but it seems like we're going way off point here.

All of this and yet she had still lost to this group of ponies. It was beyond logic, it was beyond reason, it was as if some omnipotent being had written it out from the start and needed some kind of straight up plot convenience to end it that way, but that of course was crazy talk. It was the pain of defeat and humiliation of failure talking. Whatever reason, she had been defeated. The queen had and currently was taking a trip via, “get your ass handed to you” airlines.

Chrysalis had to admit though, for as humiliating as it had been, she had never felt such powerful love before. The power of that kiss was the biggest explosion of love based magic she had ever felt. One kiss had managed to undo all of her plans, scatter her army, and most likely would leave her broken and possibly dying in a smouldering crater on the outer edges of Equestria. Credit where credit was do, props to them.

As she flew through the air she tried desperately to bring either her magic or her wings into play, desperate to slow herself down, or regain control over her body. Her efforts were wasted however, for the force of the love shock-wave had dissipated her magic and energy. She was unable to do anything but curl up and hope she didn’t break anything important when she finally landed. Even as she started to hurtle faster though the air as the energy wave carrying her spiked out of nowhere, she greatly hoped this wouldn’t hurt too bad.

Going and going until her prophecy hauntingly came true; she slammed into the ground with a massive explosion that shook the country side, leaving deep impact tremors to scatter about the countryside. Trees were blown off their roots, hills shook and nearly collapsed, the wildlife scattered in all directions, and the sky blazed with her lingering energy trails, sparkling in the atmosphere. All of this because of a single freaking kiss!

Lying there, she coughed up phlegm of blue and green tinged blood, spitting it out of her mouth onto the smouldering rock crater. The blood was so hot it burned and sizzled upon the already sizzling rock bed. Chrysalis tried to take stock of her current condition; pain, exhaustion and humiliation plaguing every thought and movement of her body and breath.

Her wings were twisted, she had at least several broken ribs, and definite internal bleeding. That was only to start, as she lay there she could feel she also suffered from a shattered thorax and two broken legs, and the damage wasn't done yet. One of her eyes was badly swollen shut and her face was rendered black and blue from the impact. The rest of her body was showing deep dark bruises, cuts, and several hideously open gash wounds.

Groaning in absolute pain, the changeling queen tried to pull herself up only to have her broken front hoof crack under her weight, dropping back to the hot pointy ground with an ear piercing scream. Pain unlike anything she had flet in a long time flashing through her as a fiery blaze of pure pain.

“Oh fuck this hurts so fucking bad!” she screamed in her mind, feeling her insides ache and sting with every breath she took. “Aww shit, that feels like a collapsed lung right there,” she groaned.Spitting another set of blue and green tinged blood across her chin and cheek.

Struggling once more she managed to crawl to the point she was able to get her chest and head up far enough to peep over the edge of the crater. The impact zone of her landing was spread surprisingly wide, scorched earth and debris from the shock tremors quite evident. But, she did manage to get a quick glimpse of the red and sand dusted horizon of the badlands. Holy Gods, she had been blown several thousand miles from Canterlot, right past the great Macintosh Hills and into the Mysterious South!

“Dammit, n-no where n-n-near change--changeling territory,” she stammered out loud as dropped her self back into the hole, exhaustion taking a hold of her. Even if she could recover she would never make it back to safe territory alone, and her army was currently nowhere to be seen. She couldn’t even feel their presence in their hive mind, nor could she sense them with her echo location, or even her magic.

“Either...either I’m too weak to scan this territory properly, or they’re all gone,” she whimpered to herself. Being cut off from her brood was one thing, but to not know if they had survived at all was even more worse. They may have been drones but they were mostly her children, and those who weren’t were still her subjects, and her responsibility as queen. She had been born into a non-negotiable oath; serving unconditionally the hive and all of her subjects, it was more than a simple agreement, it was a biological imperative. Lying there she desperately tried to pull herself out of the crater, only to keep hacking up bluish green blood and finally a piece of her own lung, the damaged organ itself having dissolved into pieces upon its collapse.

“Oh gods, that can’t be good can it?” she wondered. Changelings were very adept at healing, their inherent magical bodies and insect heritage allowing for the fast metabolizing of energy. Normally when their organs shut-down or were damaged they were dissolved by chemical agents in the changeling bodies much like an immune system. They then were passed out of the body or were absorbed, new ones being grown in their place. But that required sufficient levels of love and energy, all of which Chrysalis was running empty on.

That damn shock-wave had been so powerful it had canceled out her ability to absorb and harvest the very love it was made from. She didn’t understand how that was possible, but apparently it was. She wouldn’t question it, since she had seen and experienced it first hoof.

With the right amount of love she could heal every one of her crippling wounds, but alas it seemed the universe had a much crueler end for her rather long lifespan. What a life it had been though; a lifetime of birth, war, feeding, and everything in between. Yet right now she had very little to show for any of it. Her army was scattered, possibly dead: she was bleeding out and shutting down alone and in pain, and her attempts to expand her empire's territory so as to properly feed her children and people, were failed and lost. In the end nothing of value had come from her schemes. Her plans? they were all dreams, and she a foolish and naive dreamer. She had thought to use Equestria as a canvass for her desires and ambitions for the changeling race, no where better, the love and resources so plentiful. Now everything was in ruin, there would be no more dreams, no more empire, nothing.

Without her the line was broken, for she had yet to conceive a royal heir, and as supreme queen of all queens, she had failed to nominate a successor should she not make it back. There was no one left of her lineage, and now with the other queens and hives ambitious and desiring power...

How arrogant and foolish she had been, it had never even crossed her mind that she might not make it back from this mission. She had believed that the ponies would be pushovers, that they would never figure out her plan. She had gambled, rolling the dice and striking snake eyes. Because of this she had most likely doomed her people to civil war and starvation. What kind of monarch was not even able to keep their people fed, or failed to ensure proper leadership for them in the end?

She lowered her head in defeat, resigning herself to die here, broken and alone... so far from home. So far from anything resembling love.

Until a rustling sound of hooves on rocks echoed in her audible canals, her intrinsic hearing picking up the faint sound. Giving an echo projection with what was left of her vocal ligaments, she was surprised to find the form of a changeling echoing back to her, her echo radar picking up her possible rescuer. She tried her best to call for him, but her speech was hampered by exhaustion, so she instead switched to the insect method, her horn throbbing as a keen chirping wail exploded from her mouth. Waiting for a response she held her breath--which helped to alleviate the pain of breathing--wishing with all the positive feelings she could muster that her call wasn’t too weak to reach him.

Her wishes were answered as a similar call echoed an answer.

She hoped he would hurry up and get here, for her vision was slowly getting more and more blurred. One of her eyes refused to open and the blood loss and internal bleeding was taking a growing toll on her ability to remain conscious. The image of a dark head and blue glowing eyes flashed across her fading sight as the other changeling arrived on the scene.

“My queen?” he called before hoping in beside her, his tentative hooves trailing over her body, feeling her wounds, and checking her body. “My queen are you still with me?” he asked, his voice full of concern as he scanned her body. She barely could respond.

“I--I-- - think--think s-s-so,” she started, her eyes starting to close as the need for sleep begun filtering across her mind, right before he slapped her across the face.

“Don’t fall asleep, or I will be forced to hit you again!” he demanded. His cheek and nerve surprising her… “must be an alpha,” she thought, only one of them would have the balls to strike her and make such demands like that.

“You’re going to pull through Chrissy, don’t worry, I’ll get us through this,” he assured her, stroking a soft hoof across her forehead in sympathy.

Chrysalis was not impressed, first off no one called her Chrissy, she was the queen and her name was Chrysalis! Just because she was broken and dying, and they were scattered 100 miles from their own borders, didn't mean all protocol and hive decorum could be thrown out the hovel! Secondly who was this changeling to speak to her on such a familiar basis?

“Who...who dares to call me… Chrissy?” she scowled.

“You don’t recognize me?” he asked surprised, before he must have noticed the conditions her eyes were in. “Oh I see, {" he followed. "Well I can't," thought Chrysalis impatiently.

"Well Chrysalis, it’s me...Wicker.” he lamented.

“...Wicker?” she groaned, her mind going haywire over that name, she could almost remember it somehow, feeling that it was extremely important. “Wicker…” she trailed off once more.

Her serious injuries were enough that her mental control had failed. Just the thought of his name had her memories racing across her mind, as images of a handsome young changeling and a equally attractive queen rolled together on top a bed of roses. Next was the same pair sharing a hot mineral bath in the pools below the great central hive quarters. There was something familiar about the queen, and even more familiar and alluring from the male. More images and memories began popping up, frequently flashing across her mind as her conscious faded in and out.

“Oh of course, Wicker... I remember now…”