CHAOTIC BREEDING SEASON
Chapter 1: Tempting Fate
A bizarre My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic clopfic
by Jonathan “Fanfic Fetishist” Spires

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Canterlot Royal Court...
Early evening...
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“...And as such, that is why I think the useless little slum of Ponyville should be demolished and replaced with a giant fire-breathing, lightning-shooting statue of myself,” Prince Blueblood stated, idly adjusting his suitcoat.

Up on the dais sat seven thrones, where seven beautiful alicorns in elegant, but simple dresses that enhanced their looks without being too overbearing, stared down at Blueblood with expressions ranging from amusement to utter bafflement.

On the farthest right of the dais, clad in a light green gown highlighted with leaves, sat Princess Chrysalis. The forcibly reformed Changeling ruler's long green mane was bound back in a tail, her wooden crown resting comfortably against her horn. Her legs were crossed, her thigh-high boots and silken green gloves bearing holes in them matching the natural holes in her limbs, a bored expression on her face as she idly scratched underneath the enchanted collar that kept her from doing evil. Her emerald eyes regarded Blueblood with the consideration a cat gives a mouse before eating its eyeballs.

Next to her, her purple gown highlighted by armor, was Princess Nightmare Moon. The ebony alicorn's cat-slit eyes were narrowed, a disgusted sneer on her face. The clone of Princess Luna flexed her armored hands, preparing to say something scathing, when Princess Luna, sitting next to her, grabbed one of her hands and shook her heads. Nightmare Moon scowled, but nodded.

Princess Luna, clad in a gown that looked like flowing water, sighed in relief as her clone settled down. Nightmare Moon, when angry, always spoke in the Royal Canterlot Tone. And that would have just made things even more annoying. As for Blueblood, Luna regarded him with amusement. The audacity of this minute prince was always impressive. And always gosh darn funny.

On the farthest left of the dais sat a tall, lanky alicorn with a large bust that strained against her filmy white gown. Her mane and tail, pink as a morning sunrise, flowed as if blown by a stellar wind as the alicorn, named Princess Molestia, did something completely out of character for her: pay attention to Blueblood. Normally she'd ignore the overbearing unicorn in favor of flirting with one of the guards and watching them shift uncomfortably in their armor. But the stupidity and audacity of Blueblood's request caught the otherwise flighty princess's attention fully.

Next to her, her eyes narrowed, was Princess Twilight Sparkle. The unicorn-turned-alicorn was slowly drumming her fingers on the armrest of her throne, taking slow, steady breaths and telling herself over and over that yes, it would be bad if she turned Blueblood's skin into dental floss.

Beside Twilight was Princess Cadence, her crystalline pink coat glistening slightly in the sunlight. Like Nightmare Moon, the Love Princess's expression was one of anger, but for a different reason. The audacity of this... this IDIOT! How dare he try to displace that many ponies for his own ego!

And in the center of them all, face planted firmly in her palms, was Princess Celestia. Her gown was as elegant as she was, seeming to be made of pure clouds and flowing with her mane and tail, her body not as busty as the perverse Molestia's, but still the epitome of perfection nevertheless. The only thing marring her perfect beauty was an expression that was halfway between disgust and utter shock.

Blueblood waited for a long moment, his smug expression falling as he looked from Princess to Princess. Finally, he frowned and said, “You don't like my proposal?”

“OH GEE, whatever gave you that idea?” Celestia said, looking up with a glare. She sighed, running a hand through her mane and leaned back in her throne.

“Well, let's play Tirek's Advocate for a moment,” Luna said, smirking. “How would the lightning and fire-breathing work?”

“I'm glad you asked!” Blueblood said, pulling out a new diagram from the satchel he had brought with him.

“Faust protect us he's brought charts,” Molestia muttered, giggling.

“This ought to be interesting,” Chrysalis said, smirking a little.

The charts in question were amateurishly designed, with several self-aggrandizing notes written in them. They showed a crudely designed magical well in the throat along with what Twilight, the most technically minded of the Princesses, guessed was a generator of some kind.

“The flamethrower will use a powerful magical well of my own design that will shoot out superheated flames at three-thousand degrees Celsius,” he said.

Celestia rubbed her temples, feeling a migraine coming on. Luna bit back a snicker at Blueblood's bad grasp of science and magic. Twilight just facepalmed with both hands.

“And the thunder shooter in the horn area would be powered by tremendous dynamo's in the statue's brain,” Blueblood said, chuckling and adding, “Which is appropriate because I'm such a...”

“Don't say it!” Nightmare Moon pleaded.

“...'dynamic thinker,'” Blueblood concluded, guffawing at his own joke.

Nightmare Moon snorted and stood up, ready to kill. Luna's magic flared, forcing her formerly evil twin to sit down again and not letting her up until she calmed down. Blueblood didn't even notice her homicidal rage.

Twilight sighed, and sat forward. “What about the people of Ponyville? You'd be uprooting homes, businesses...” she asked.

“I've thought of that!” Blueblood said, pulling out another diagram. “The citizens of Ponyville would be put to good use as the crew of the statue, which they would also live in!”

Twilight closed her eyes and counted to ten. “Ahah,” she said. “And you have also taken into account the structural weaknesses of your statue?”

Blueblood blinked. “...Huh?”

Twilight rubbed her temples briefly before continuing, the other Princesses watching her in amusement. “Blueblood,” she said, “Your statue would be left severely open underneath the head. A few good explosive spells aimed below the neck would disable the statue. Design-wise, in addition to the fact that the temperature you suggested for the furnace would DISSOLVE the statue and most of the surrounding landscape in seconds, the overall shape would also be unimpressive. If you truly wanted to make a statue to intimidate someone, Nightmare Moon or Chrysalis would be better choices, or maybe something as simple as a manticore. The size is far too impractical to maintain. In addition, you'd have to add more weapons to cover the surface area, account for plumbing and sanitation for the crews, health care, education for the foals, and so on and so on. And plus there's the fact that I LIVE IN PONYVILLE YOU POMPOUS ASS!”

“Go, Ladybug, go,” Cadence said softly, smirking.

Blueblood scoffed. “Don't be silly. Why would any Princess want to live in that little eyesore of a town?”

“A town which I personally am fond of,” Celestia said, frowning.

“My friends live there! Their businesses are there!” Twilight shouted.

“How dare you even THINK of removing that many ponies from their homes just for your own ego monument?!” Cadence almost snarled.

“The idea is impractical and would cost too much taxpayer money!” Luna added, not losing her smirk.

“I don't have anything to add but I just wanted to join in with everypony yelling at you! You're stupid!” Molestia added with a giggle, Chrysalis snorting and failing to cover up her own laughter.

Blueblood stared at them, uncomprehending. “So... that's a maybe?”

“NO! It's a definite NO!” Twilight snapped.

“Can I please kill him now?” Nightmare Moon begged.

“Yes!” Twilight snarled, sitting back in her throne and growling.

Nightmare Moon blinked and grinned. “HOORAY!” she said, picking up her throne and preparing to use it as a bludgeon.

Blueblood, in a rare show of wisdom, ran for it.

“Aww...” Nightmare Moon said, pouting and setting her throne back down. She quickly reorganized the cushions and sat back down.

Luna rubbed her temples, chuckling. “Is it just me or does he get dumber every day?”

“It's not just you,” Chrysalis said, crossing her legs in amusement.

“Ngh,” Celestia said, facepalming again. “Guards, send everyone else away. Evening Court is over. I can't speak for the others but after that I don't want to deal with any more requests...”

“Hey, I'm always willing to cut out early,” Molestia said. She turned to the guard nearest her, but he had already fled with the others, going to send away the few remaining petitioners.

“Any more business to talk about before we call it a day, ladies?” Celestia asked.

“Yes, actually...” Cadence said hesitantly, everypony still in the room turning towards her. “I've found out the reason everypony in the Crystal Empire's been getting so sick after mating for the first time after Sombra's second return last year.”

Celestia nodded. “Go on,” she said. “I've been wondering about this myself.”

Cadence levitated up a file, sighing sadly. “A sterility curse,” she said, the other princesses gasping in shock. Only Twilight showed no reaction, her expression as sad as Cadence's, the pink princess continuing. “We never noticed at first, as we were so focused on rebuilding and recovery after the return...” She shook her head angrily. “We thought the stillbirths that occurred shortly after were just another result of his magic, but after several months with nopony getting pregnant... Sombra's last insult to my crystal ponies. The reason they have been getting sick briefly is because any attempt to get pregnant triggers the curse in both mares and stallions. From what our doctors and mages have been able to determine over the past few months we've been studying this is that it's a side effect of the spell he used to try and turn everypony into crystal statues. No one affected by Sombra's curse can have children. Shining and I, along with the transfers from Canterlot, are the only ones that are fertile in the whole of the Empire. I've not brought it up before now because... well, I was hoping to solve it 'in-house' and not trouble the Court of Seven with it. We can't, and now I'm out of ideas...”

The other princesses, needless to say, were stunned by this. A thoughtful expression came over Chrysalis's face.

“We have Sombra prisoner in the arctic garrison,” Nightmare Moon said, “and he wears a 'good behavior' collar as Chrysalis does. Couldn't we force him to undo the curse?”

“Shining and I have tried,” Twilight said. “The collar he wears is stronger than Chrysalis's and compels him to do as he's told and to tell nothing but the truth. We ordered him to fix it, but he just laughed in our face and told us he couldn't, as he didn't know his curse would have that effect and didn't know how to undo it.”

“So much for the easy way, then,” Luna said. “Perhaps adoption will be the order of the day. I know that there will not be enough to provide foals for the thousands living in the Crystal Empire, but perhaps...”

“We thought of that first thing,” Cadence said, smiling weakly. “Good news and bad news on that front.”

“...Of course,” Luna said, chuckling weakly. “Let's hear it.”

“The good news is that there are no foals currently living in any orphanage in Equestria, either state funded or one of the illegal ones that the criminals behind it don't think we know about,” Cadence said. “Every foal in Equestria has a family.”

“The bad news...” Twilight said, trailing off.

“Is that there are no orphans for Crystal Empire ponies to adopt,” Celestia said, rubbing her temples in frustration.

“...I may have a solution,” Chrysalis said, startling everypony. “Have you ever considered surrogacy?”

“It's a thought worth considering,” Celestia said, quirking an eyebrow. “But explain, please.”

Chrysalis took a deep breath, using the moment to gather her thoughts, and began to speak. “As I am not equine, I do not go into estrus as regular mares do. Indeed, with the exception of Queens such as myself, Changelings are genderless. As such, I only need to breed once a generation. However, because of recent efforts against my people since my bungled attempt to conquer Canterlot, there have been times when I've needed to breed before my regular time. As such, I've developed a formula which can induce a state of extreme fertility within anyling that drinks it. Males experience growth in their penis and scrotum as their seed production increases greatly, their bodies altering to safely compensate for the physical changes. Females such as myself gain increased production in the ovaries, greatly increased lactation, as well as increased elasticity in our torso and vaginal areas. In addition, the formula also alters certain pain centers, transforming them into pleasure centers so that births are more enjoyable.”

The other princesses just stared at her. Chrysalis smirked. “I carry hundreds of babies at a time when I get pregnant, which means I'm popping out hatchlings for days. You think I wouldn't add something that makes birth NOT be agonizing?”

Molestia giggled. “Can't argue with that...”

Cadence looked thoughtful. “...If it could be used on ponies, we could arrange for surrogate mothers to help provide children for the Crystal Empire.”

Luna did some calculations in her head, and nodded, smiling. “I believe we have room in the national budget to fund such a venture.”

Celestia stroked her chin thoughtfully. “...It's a possible solution,” she admitted. “But I'd prefer that Twilight analyze the formula first, see what possible effects if could have if used on species other than Changelings. And perhaps make a version of it that doesn't cause a mare to become immobilized by their own womb.”

Chrysalis nodded. “Of course,” she said. “I have a few samples of it in the hive you let me build in the castle's lower levels.”

“Chrysalis...” Cadence said softly. “If this works, and we can work out a surrogacy system for my people, then you will have ensured the Crystal Empire's future. Thank you.”

Chrysalis blushed a little, and shrugged, smirking. “You, who had more reason than any other here to hate my people and condemn us to extinction, convinced the other Princesses to spare my people when we were on the verge of extinction. Let this be my way of repaying you for your mercy.”

Celestia just smiled. As before, with Discord, her instinct to give Chrysalis a chance to redeem herself wasn't wrong, the formerly predatory Queen-self-demoted-to-Princess having so far proven to be a valuable ally and a good, if someone odd, friend. “Molestia, Nightmare Moon, accompany Chrysalis to her hive as she retrieves the formula for Twilight,” she said.

“Of course,” Nightmare Moon said, standing up and bowing.

“Better than sittin' around I guess,” Molestia said, standing up and stretching.

Chrysalis nodded, standing up and bowing, leading the two clones out of the throne room while Celestia, Luna, Twilight, and Cadence discussed other matters.

After they were away, Chrysalis turned to the two clones and asked them, “Does it ever bother either of you that you don't ever seem to be included in their little 'talks?' That you seem separate from them even though we are all of equal rank?”

Nightmare Moon shook her head. “I am Luna's clone, yes, but I am my own pony. I am High Paladin of Equestria, and they were friends before I came into existence. We are making efforts to become better friends, but such things must proceed at their own pace”

Molestia chuckled. “Pretty much same as me. Nighty-Nightmare here and I consider each other sisters and get along just fine, so we have that while we work on making other friends.”

Nightmare Moon smirked. “If you'd stop scaring the guards by groping them every ten seconds, you might have an easier time of it,” she said. Molestia just blew a raspberry at her.

Chrysalis chuckled a little. “I'm serious, though. Where did you two come from? I missed out on that while trying to recover from Griffhala's attempted genocide of my kind.”

Nightmare Moon quirked an eyebrow. “Well, there's a bit of a story behind that...” she said.

Chrysalis smirked. “There always is,” she said.

Nightmare Moon chuckled. “Indeed. Anyway, I came first,” she said. “There was a cult of ponies who worshiped me and believed me to be the 'true ruler' of Equestria. They wanted me to be in charge, but thought Luna's weakness was holding me back...”

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Five years ago...
Courtyard of Canterlot Castle...
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“Behold!” intoned the brown furred, black-maned unicorn in the pale brown robes. He spread his hands wide, the townsponies that his fellow cultists had forced into the center of town shivering in fear. “Behold the end of daylight, and the rise of Eternal Night!”

He gestured behind him. Bound and shackled in the dais were Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, the six former bearers of the Elements of Harmony bound in a circle around them, the eighteen-year old Spike bound face down in front of Rarity, unable to move even to struggle. Trapped in a bubble of mystical energy was Discord, the draconequus pounding furiously against his prison, his suit in tatters from the earlier fight. A similar bubble, maintained by unicorn cultists, kept the royal guards out of the square where the citizenry of Canterlot was held hostage. Twilight Sparkle, Applejack and Rainbow Dash struggled furiously in their bonds, Rarity maintaining her usual poise but casting a vicious glare at the cult leader. Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie just cowered in their bonds, casting worried looks at Celestia and Luna, who just stared at the cult leader in a mix of worry and fear.

“Murky Miasma,” Princess Luna said, addressing the cult leader, “don't do this. Eternal Night will be the end of all life on Equestria!”

Miasma glared at her. “Then why did you seek it?”

Princess Luna shook her head, tears flowing down her face. “I was foolish. Misguided. The darkness had corrupted me.”

“BAH!” Miasma intoned, scoffing. “Spare me your lies! The noble Nightmare Moon WILL be reborn, but without your pathetic weakness!”

“Stop this before someone gets truly hurt, Murky,” Princess Celestia said, her tone somber. Miasma ignored her, pulling out a ritual knife and chanting in ancient Equestrian, reading from an ancient tome mounted on a nearby podium.

Two other cultists, carrying an armor that Luna knew all too well. “Behold the armor of Nightmare Moon,” Miasma intoned. Dark energy swirled around it, the remnants of Nightmare Moon's evil power. “Behold the remnants of our mistress which cling to this noble garb.”

Miasma went to each of the former Elements of Harmony bearers, forcing their hands out and slashing the outstretched palms with the ritual knife, making them bleed onto the helmet. When he cut Fluttershy, Discord angrily threw himself against his prison with enough force to nearly send it toppling over.

Miasma just grinned at him, and continued the ritual. “With the blood of those who once bore the Elements of Harmony, let their hold over the Nightmare be forever broken,” he said, going over to Princess Celestia. He slashed her cheek, letting her blood fall upon the helmet. Celestia flinched in pain, but didn't cry out, keeping her cold gaze fixed on the unicorn.

Miasma found himself unable to meet her eyes. But he continued the ritual nevertheless. “Let the blood of the sun empower our Mistress, so that it may never hold power over her,” he intoned, turning to Luna and repeating the motion. “Let the blood of the Moon empower our Mistress, so that it may shine with HER power forever more!”

He set the armor down, the blood stained helmet glowing. Everyone stared fearfully as Miasma began chanting in ancient Equestrian, the rest of the armor starting to glow as well. It floated up, dark energy swirling around it as it arranged itself in the positions it would be if somepony were wearing it. A vortex of pure darkness surrounded the armor, Miasma laughing triumphantly.

The darkness faded, and in its place was a dark, powerful alicorn. Blue armor, designed more for sex appeal than protection, adorned her black-coated form. Her midriff was bare, as were her hips, which allowed her Cutie Mark to be seen. A blue metal bustier covered her chest, a blue metal codpiece covering her crotch, her hands and hooves covered by stylishly armored gauntlets and pauldrons. Her eyes opened, revealing blue, catlike eyes behind her lids. She clenched her fists, muscles on her arms and legs bulging as she spread her wings widely.

“I LIVE,” she intoned, the crowd shivering in fear, the prisoners on the dais watching fearfully. The cultists whooped for joy.

Nightmare Moon stretched, working the kinks out as she slowly got used to having a body again. She turned, noticing Luna for the first time, frowning. Her cat-slitted eyes stared intently at the Moon Princess as she quirked her head to one side curiously.

Miasma laughed wildly. “Yes... She is the one who denied you your rightful throne, noble Nightmare Moon. Claim her life, and bring Night Eternal!!”

Nightmare Moon blinked. “What?” she asked, honestly confused.

“Night Eternal!” Miasma said. “The full glory and beauty of a night that will last forever, and...”

“That's stupid,” Nightmare Moon said.

The cultists all flinched, as if struck. “I-I'm sorry?” Miasma said. “Did you just say that Night Eternal was stupid?”

The trapped ponies traded confused, hopeful looks. Discord blinked, suddenly realizing what was going on, and began to laugh.

Nightmare Moon just sneered. “Without sunlight, the plantlife ponies need to survive would wither and die. Without the warmth of sunlight, the world will freeze,” Nightmare Moon explained. “Night Eternal would be genocide. And I cannot abide by that.”

Everypony watched, the Canterlot citizenry in growing hope, the cultists in growing fear, as Nightmare Moon's horn flared, breaking the bonds of everypony who had been imprisoned. The freed guards picked up lances and swords as Nightmare Moon turned to Miasma again, her face a scowl.

“In addition to that,” she said, “I'm barely a minute or so old. How does that make me worthy ruler of anything? No, my little pony.” She shook her head. “If I am to take any title at all, then let it be that of Paladin. I proclaim myself to be Defender of Equestria, and pledge my loyalty to her rightful ruler.” She looked over at Twilight and Celestia “Rulers? Forgive me, I only know what I have been told in the past minute or so.”

Princess Celestia smiled, placing her hand on Nightmare Moon's shoulder. “Time enough to clarify later,” she said., gesturing to the cultists. The guards, led by Shining Armor and supported by Applejack and Rainbow Dash, charged into the cultists and began beating the living daylights out of them, slapping them in handcuffs. Celestia grinned. “Nightmare Moon. Do you truly swear fealty to us, to Equestria?”

Nightmare Moon nodded. “I swear on this life I have gained. I see no logical reason to follow through on a plan that would harm so many,” she said.

Princess Luna sighed in relief. “Then we welcome you as family, Princess Nightmare Moon, High Paladin and Defender of the Realm,” she said, the now relieved crowd cheering wildly.

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Now...
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Chrysalis snickered. “Well, that's one for the epic fail records,” she said.

Nightmare Moon nodded. “I still protest being made a princess, but I sort of understand Celestia and Luna's logic in giving me a throne. It limits the amount of ponies trying to use me for political purposes.”

Chrysalis nodded. “Which brings me to you, Molestia,” the reformed changeling queen said. “Where did you come from?”

Molestia giggled. “Second verse, same as the first. Little bit louder and a little bit worse!” she sang, doing a gyrating dance as she walked along with her fellow princesses.

Chrysalis blinked, her eyes widening as she realized what Molestia meant. “You're kidding,” she said.

“I only wish,” Nightmare Moon and Molestia said, giggling.

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Four years ago...
Courtyard of Canterlot Castle...
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Once again, the Princesses, the Elements of Harmony, Discord, Spike, and the Royal Guard were bound. Once more the citizens of Canterlot were held hostage by cultists.

Although the circumstances now were... oddly different.

The guards, while struggling to get free, were also amused that they were in roughly the exact same positions they were before. Discord, his suit whole and untorn, casually leaned against the wall of his prison, smirking as he watched the proceedings. Fluttershy, who would normally be a bundle of nerves and shaking, was simply watching the proceedings nervously. Rainbow Dash and Applejack struggled at their bonds, but not fiercely, merely to test the strengths of the clamps holding them. Pinkie Pie hummed softly, her head bobbing back and forth as she came up with new song lyrics in her head, ignoring the gathered cultists. Rarity was looking her nails over, casting annoyed looks at the cultists. Spike didn't bother looking up this time, looking up from the tied face-down position he was in was uncomfortable. Twilight frowned at the cultists, flexing her wings uncomfortably, looking more annoyed than fearful. Nightmare Moon stood on the dais, her naked body bound shibari-style, a ballgag in her mouth. Only Princess Luna and Princess Celestia retained looks of somber concern, staring at Murky Miasma, who looked a little crazed.

The other cultists watched their leader warily as he cackled madly. “This time... THIS TIME... I'll get it right!” he said, looking through the tome he held in his hands, his hooves clopping erratically as he paced back and forth. “We shall have a Mistress of TRUE power!”

“Did you have to tie Nightmare Moon up in bondage gear?” Miasma's assistant asked, the pegasus mare scowling.

“All the better to humiliate her with!” Miasma cackled.

Nightmare Moon pushed the ballgag out of her mouth with her tongue, and said, “Actually, I kinda like it...”

Everyone stared at her with varying degrees of amusement. The black alicorn grinned sheepishly. “This is rubbing in all the right places, and...”

Miasma stuffed the ballgag into her mouth. “SILENCE!” He faced the crowd of gathered Canterlot nobility, holding up a pair of rainbow-colored panties and a large bra. “With these artifacts, we shall create a NEW Mistress! One based off of Celestia!”

Everypony stared at Celestia, who blushed brightly. “Rainbow panties, sister? Really?” Luna said, amused despite the situation.

“They're my most comfortable pair,” she admitted, blushing.

“SILENCE!” Miasma shouted, flailing the ritual knife wildly, the bound ponies flinching back away from him. Miasma took a deep breath to calm himself, and began the ritual, placing the bra and panties into a ritual bowl.

“From those who once bore the Elements of Harmony, let life come to the soul of our new Mistress,” he said, cutting the hand of each Element bearer and having them bleed onto the bra and panties. Celestia, despite the situation, felt annoyance at her favorite pair being stained like that.

“From the Moon, let her be given the passion and will to enact her every desire,” Miasma said, cutting Luna's hand and letting her bleed onto the bra and panties. Luna glared at him, Miasma just smirking back at him.

“From the Sun, let her be given flesh, a physical form to enact her will,” Miasma said, cutting Celestia's hand and letting her bleed onto the bra and panties. Celestia just stared at him sadly, silently imploring him to stop this madness.

Miasma stepped back and began chanting in ancient Equestrian again. The bra and panties floated up from the bowl, power swirling around them. A tall, buxom figure began forming as the panties began to take shape as if there was a body wearing them. In a swirl of golden light, and ending in a flash that briefly blinded everypony who was looking, this new figure was formed.

Miasma began cackling. When everyone's vision returned, they saw why.

Standing before everyone, wearing the blood-stained panties and bra, was a tall, gorgeous alicorn with an impressive bust. She was almost physically identical to Celestia, save for seemingly larger breasts, her hair being a uniform pink color, and her coat a different shade of white. Her Cutie Mark was a symbol for mares surrounded by flames. This new alicorn stretched, spreading her wings wide.

“Behold our new Mistress! The Princess of Passion and Desire! PRINCESS MOLESTIA!” Miasma proclaimed.

The captives all looked at him incredulously. His assistant glared at him. “Seriously? That's... that's what we're going with?”

“SILENCE!” Miasma bellowed.

The newly christened Princess Molestia looked herself over, purring sensually as she ran her hands down her nearly nude body. “Oh my my...” she cooed. “This does feel nice. And Molestia? I can get behind that name.”

Miasma giggled, pointing to Celestia. “She is the one upon whom your form is based, your Perversity. Do with her as you will!”

Molestia grinned, sauntering over to Celestia. Luna, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, Spike, Nightmare Moon, and Twilight began struggling in earnest to get free as Molestia put her arms around her twin, who shied away from her fearfully.

“Please... no!” Celestia pleaded.

Molestia blinked. “You don't want this?” she said, pouting a little.

Celestia shook her head fiercely. Molestia shrugged, and backed away. “Okay,” she said, smiling pleasantly whistling, rocking back and forth on her hooves. She looked down, noticing the blood on her bra and panties. “Oh ick, did somepony menstruate all over these?” she said, stripping them off and tossing them away, standing unashamedly nude before everypony.

Everypony stared at her, Miasma's jaw dropping. “But... why didn't you...” Miasma stammered.

“She said no,” Molestia said. “I'm not about to force myself on somepony who isn't going to enjoy it.”

Miasma sputtered incoherently for a moment. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE PRINCESS OF PASSION AND DESIRE!”

Molestia shrugged, making her ample chest bounce. “Don't get me wrong,” she said. “I'd fuck all day and all night if given the chance. But it's just no fun unless my partner wants it too. I'm not about to rape somepony that doesn't want to have sexy times with me.”

Miasma let out a scream of frustration, yanking clumps of his mane out. Discord, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity collapsed with laughter. Luna, Celestia, Fluttershy, and Nightmare Moon relaxed in their bonds with relief. A thoughtful look was on Twilight's face as Miasma's assistant came over and began releasing everypony from their bonds.

“...May I see your Cutie Mark a moment?” Twilight asked, walking over to Miasma.

He pulled up his robes, showing her his Cutie Mark, an old tome with a scroll nearby showing a translation. Twilight studied it for a moment, smirking.

“There,” Miasma said. “You see? My talent, translating old texts and spells. I just don't know what went WRONG though...”

“I'm assuming your Mark is based off of your first spell that you translated?” Twilight asked, looking up and motioning for him to drop his robes.

Miasma did so, nodding. “Yes... It was an ancient spell for making bread appear from thin air. It...”

“It's mistranslated,” Twilight said.

Everypony stared at her. “W-What?” Miasma stammered.

“It's mistranslated. I know that spell. It's an old-fashioned fireworks spell. Except you mistranslated it, getting a different effect than the one that was supposed to happen. Your special talent is mistranslating,” Twilight said, unable to hide her smirk.

Discord was now doubled over with laughter. “His special talent is DOIN' IT WRONG!!” he yelled, laughing wildly, the rest of the gathered Canterlot nobles laughing as well as Miasma collapsed in a dead faint.

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Princess Chrysalis had to lean against a wall to brace herself, so great was her hysterical laughter. “Oh... Oh, my sides! That's too good!”

Nightmare Moon and Molestia traded amused grins. “Miasma kinda lost it after that,” Molestia said. “He's at the psychiatric hospital here in Canterlot. Claims he's Grogar returned from Tambelon.”

Chrysalis cackled. “That's rich. What a buffoon,” she said. “Your dear old Dad's a moron!”

Nightmare Moon snorted. “We consider Celestia and Luna's parents to be our parents as well. Murky Miasma may have brought us into existence, but we are not kin,” she proclaimed.

Chrysalis nodded. “Fair enough,” she said. The three of them continued walking, trading amusing stories as they approached the castle hive, created in a lower level that was used as a castle dungeon. It was dank, it was dark, and it was perfect to build a hive in. Chitinous plating covered the walls, glowing orbs that radiated natural light lining the path. Comb-like chambers filled with cocoons holding criminals (thieves, thugs, and vandals) lined the walls, love energy being harvested from them and put into storage bottles. There were a few open cocoons as well, holding volunteers who allowed themselves to harvested of love energy, albeit in lesser amounts than the criminals. Changelings flitted about, bowing to the three princesses as they passed. The overall feel of the room was moist, and the two alicorns quickly felt their clothing become slightly damp in the warm air of the hive.

It was obviously smaller than the central Changeling hive, but it served well as an 'embassy' of sorts. Chrysalis led the two alicorns past the heavily muscled Changling guards, Molestia looking them over with interest.

“Maybe later,” Chrysalis admonished her. “They're on duty now.”

“They do get lunch breaks though, right?” Molestia cooed, her tail raising enticingly as she began to walk in a sashay, several Changelings blushing and watching with interest. “I'd love to take those studs and give them ALL of the 'love' they can eat.”

Chrysalis smirked at her. “Haven't you been doing so already? My assistant came into work the other day rather bow-legged and with the dopiest grin on his face.”

Molestia giggled. “He's a cute one, and a VERY 'hard' worker. You should get him something nice.”

Chrysalis laughed, Nightmare Moon rolling her eyes. Eventually, they came into a chamber that had been modified into a lab, tables and beakers and vials set up to hold various chemicals. Chrysalis went over to a small vial of steaming pink liquid, one of six, and picked it up.

“Here it is,” she said. “The Changeling fertility formula.”

Nightmare Moon nodded. “We'd best get it to Twilight, then,” the dark alicorn said.

Molestia looked at it curiously. “Can I look at it real quick?”

Chrysalis shook her head. “I'd feel better if I kept it with me. This stuff is POWERFUL,” she said. “If it got into the castle's water supply, who knows what sort of chaos would be caused by it?”

The two alicorn clones seemed to accept this, following Chrysalis out of the lab.

Once they were gone, though, a pair of mismatched eyes appeared on the wall of the lab, along with a grinning mouth. They disappeared, a doorway forming in its place as Discord, dressed in a stylish suit and tie that were a garish rainbow-colored plaid.

He picked up one of the vials of fertility formula, looking it over.

“Who knows indeed?” Discord said softly, a mischievous grin coming to his goatlike face. “Let's find out, shall we? Time to make this sucker airborne...”

He shook up the vial and popped the lid, the liquid inside turning into a clear, invisible mist and spreading throughout the castle, growing to encompass Canterlot. Discord took a second vial and teleported away with it, doing the same thing when he reappeared in Ponyville...

“Time to see what sort of madness I can create with this!” Discord crowed, already planning a way to talk himself out of getting into trouble.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note

All characters not original copyrighted to Hasbro and used for non-profit amusement reasons. Milky Way is copyrighted to her original owner and used with permission. All other original characters copyrighted to me unless stated otherwise.

Warning: Story contains the following – Anthropomorphized ponies, breast expansion, cock expansion, small amounts of exposition, lactation, hyper pregnancy, sex, OOCness here and there, Princess Molestia, and general silliness. Takes place in an alternate universe, quite obviously, seven years past the events of whatever the current season is. All characters depicted having sex are adults, eighteen years of age.