Shining Armor casually strolled into the maximum security block of Canterlot’s dungeon. Unlike the other cell blocks in the dungeon, this one held but a single cell. One designed to contain anything up to an alicorn’s degree of power.
The block itself acted as a buffer between the aforementioned cell and the rest of the dungeon. On opposite ends of the hallway-like chamber were a pair of doors, each parallel to the other. One door led back out to the dungeon, while the other—incredibly more reinforced—door led to none other than Queen Chrysalis herself.
Guarding the entrance to Chrysalis’ enclosure were two guards, their muzzles scrunching up ever-so-slightly as he approached. The guard at his right, a mare by the looks of her, blocked his path.
“Sir, this area is restricted,” she said. “If you’re lost, we’ll be glad to—”
Shining Armor cut her off. “Step aside. I need to see the prisoner at once.”
The mare narrowed her eyes and pressed on. “This area is restricted,” she repeated, stressing her words. “Princess Celestia’s orders are quite clear. No pony is allowed within the prisoner’s cell unless accompanied by the princesses themselves. I’m afraid you’re no exception.”
She looked to the stallion at her right; he shook his head in response, backing up just enough to make it clear that he wanted nothing to do with this. Shining Armor rolled his eyes at the overreaction.
No-doubt realizing her only support had abandoned her, the mare continued on with much less certainty. “W-we can’t allow you inside with, w-with…” She trailed off as Shining Armor walked up to her, his muzzle almost brushing against her own.
“Look,” he said, his tone more forceful than before. “The princess isn’t here; I am. And while I’m not your captain anymore, I do have the backing of an entire Empire. If you don’t let me pass and forget this conversation ever happened, I’ll make sure the both of you never hold a job in the guard again.” He gave the stallion a passing glance, before focusing his attention on the mare. “Do I make myself clear?”
To the young guard’s credit, she stood her ground fairly well. Her stance was weak and she shook like a leaf, but her haunches stayed put… for all of five seconds.
“Sir, yes Sir,” she relented, her tail tucked between her legs in defeat. “Just please restrain from doing anything you might regret... Sir.” Without another word, she turned and, with a flick of her tail, headed to the exit.
The other guard, obviously eager to escape his late commanding officer’s wrath, immediately followed her out through the spell-resistant door and shut it behind them with an echoing slam.
Shining Armor sighed in relief as he plopped his rump down outside Chrysalis’ cell. He didn’t mean to be so rough on the guards—they were just trying to do their jobs—but there was no other choice. What he planned wasn’t only illegal, it was also deeply immoral. Any witnesses would destroy his reputation and no doubt result in his incarceration.
Clenching his teeth, he recalled everything the changeling queen had inflicted upon him. How she violated his very being. That she raped him in mind and body. But no, those he could live with, strange as it sounded. What he couldn’t quite shake from his psych was that she pretended to be his Cadenza. That she used Cadence’s body to seduce him, tainting his love for her.
Mind control was a horrible crime, but he almost wished the bug had placed him under it when they had sex. As it stood, Shining Armor knew he was in control during those heated sessions. He remembered enjoying it. Oh, how he enjoyed it. To his unending shame, he preferred sex with the masquerade of his wife to sex with his actual wife.
He never questioned his Love’s sharp increase in skill as she blew him like a goddess. He accepted her offering of anal without a second thought, even though Cadence never showed prior interest in that specific activity. He never wondered why her vagina felt so much more snug than before, as if she perfectly conformed to his shape. No, he just went along with Chrysalis’ deception like a horny little colt and got the bucking of his life.
There was a deep yearning for more. Like an itch that never went away, driving him mad the longer it remained. Leading him to this precise moment: the precipice of his self-destruction.
Shining Armor hated her so much for making him feel this way; making him desire a parasite over the love of his life. These feelings weren’t fair. They weren’t right. It was easy to reason that Cadence was being more adventurous, maybe even taking tips from erotic novels. How was he to know she was an identity-stealing monster?
Why him?
So here he was, outside Queen Chrysalis’ cell, psyching himself up to confront her. To lay out all his frustrations and anger on her. The reality of what he actually planned on doing hit him all at once, causing his heart to pound in his chest. Revenge was all well and good, but could he really go through with this?
He took a deep breath and stood up straight. If he didn’t go into that cell right this instant, Shining Armor knew he would chicken out and never get the closure that was needed. This had to happen, one way or another. The bitch deserved everything she had coming.
Opening the cell door was the easy part, as all it required was a commanding officer’s magical signature. His must have been left in the database. Or maybe, as a prince, he attained the rank required.
He inserted his horn inside the locking mechanism and channeled his magic. The physical door subsequently to slid to the side with a pneumatic hiss, revealing the semi-transparent shield that barred entry to all but who had clearance. Extra security—just in case.
Shining Armor strolled through the pink barrier as if it weren’t even there, the tingle of the field forcing his fur to stand on end. He was then greeted with the prisoner’s cramped, cube-shaped cell. Its windowless grey walls made the cell feel dull and lifeless—fitting, considering the occupant. The only source of light within the dimly-lit room was a single magical candle up above, safely hidden behind a thick pane of glass.
Located on the far left side of the room was a small and paltry bed, seemingly never slept in. On the far right of the room was a hole in the ground, just large enough to put two hooves in. It obviously served the purpose of a crude chamber pot.
Curled up in the center of the room, with a blanket wrapped around her trembling form, was Chrysalis herself. The dark blue sheet she was using to cover herself was much too small, leaving most of her extremities bare to the elements. No wonder she was shivering.
After a quick examination of her uncovered areas—of which included her rump, legs, and head—he concluded that the former Queen of the Changelings was a mess. Her shell was in disarray, sporting numerous fractures, some snaking halfway across her body. The back end of her body was tinted green with discoloration all the way down to her rump. Probably bruises from when she was captured. They looked quite painful, and he might have even felt pity if it weren’t for the dozen or so mares and stallions mercilessly slaughtered in the raid that brought Chrysalis in.
Tightly clamped to her behind in an obvious attempt to conserve body heat was her shaggy tail, the green hairs swishing occasionally with each twitch of her dock. He briefly wondered if changelings were warm or cold-blooded. Though if they were the latter, she would have perished down here already.
Stepping up to the fallen queen’s prone body to get a better look, he noticed that she appeared to be sleeping. Her disgusting face was scrunched up in obvious pain as she dreamed. Whether physical or mental, it hardly mattered. Let her suffer like he had.
Her jagged horn was completely encased in a magic-dampening alloy, blocking all but the strongest of magics. It wasn’t perfect, but in her current state she probably lacked the energy to cast a basic lighting spell, let alone something that could overload the dampener. Besides, even if she did escape the coupling, the magic-absorbing runes weaved into the walls could keep her contained indefinitely.
“Now... how to begin paying you back for what you did?” Shining Armor whispered to himself. He took special note of the neon-green bands across her barrel. If he squinted, he could just barely see her internal organs through the transparent membrane. “That looks sensitive,” he said after a few moments of surveying the area. “I think a wake up call is in order.”
Placing his legs on either side of her body, he gently pressed his right forehoof against her transparent belly. The aforementioned hoof was then raised into the air, holding steady as he tensed it above her stomach. He stared directly at her closed eyelids as he firmly brought his hoof down.
Chrysalis’ eyes shot open as his hoof collided her abdominal region, the impact producing a loud crunch and forcing a yelp out of the parasite. He held his hoof against her abdominal plates for a few moments, watching as the web of cracks spread out from the impact area. When he felt she had enough, he eased up in the pressure. It wouldn’t due to severely injure her so soon into their session.
Chrysalis clutched her gut and hissed as the hoof was lifted, staring up at him with an expression that hinted at equal parts hate and fear.
“Good morning, Sweetie,” he greeted. “I take it you had a good night’s sleep?”
Chrysalis held her head high, no doubt trying to put on an air of toughness. Unfortunately for her, a whimper gave her true feelings away. She was terrified. He found her act of bravado, no matter how futile it was, kind of adorable.
“Shining Armor?” Her voice wavered, revealing just how shaken up she was. “W-what do you want?” She looked up at him with wide-eyes as she clutched at her wound.
He ignored the question and placed a hoof against her horn, making her cry out as he pressed against it. From the look in her eyes, he could tell that she knew his threat was quite clear.
“S-stop!” Chrysalis begged, tears streaming down her muzzle as she groveled like the maggot she was. “Your princess promised I wouldn’t be harmed if I cooperated!”
He pretended to think about it, giving the illusion that he actually intended on breaking it off. That wasn’t a part of the plan, oh no.
“It’s your lucky day,” Shining Armor said as he released her horn and placed his hoof back on the ground. “You get to keep your horn.”
“T-thank you,” Chrysalis said, hot tears streaming down her muzzle. After using a hoof to rub her horn, the changeling curled up into an even tighter ball until her tail was practically touching her muzzle.
It was strange to witness the once-proud queen sniveling like a filly. The heartbreaking display almost made it difficult to go through with his plan, but it seemed off. She seemed too weak. Too... broken.
She was tricking him. He was sure of it.
“Cut the act, Chrysalis.” Shining Armor looked into the tear-filled eyes of the parasite in front of him. “You’ve been hurt worse before, yet continued on like it was nothing.” He looked down at the wound he gave her. “You’re not even bleeding.”
She stared at him. The only warning he got was a twitch of the eye before she lunged at him with a snarl, teeth bared and ready to sink into his flesh.
As a seasoned member of the royal guard, Shining Armor’s reaction was swift. He tightly gripped her neck in his magic and slammed her head into the ground, stopping the changeling in her tracks. Spittle flew from her mouth as she snapped her jaws at the open air, the side of her head roughly held to the cold stone floor. Her limbs flailed as she attempted to kick him, but he easily held her down with his own body, making it impossible for her to get the upper hoof.
This new position found himself straddling her waist. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware of his sheath pressing against her transparent belly.
“Cute,” he said, “But I wasn’t the Captain of the Royal Guard for nothing. You may have disabled me in our previous encounter, but now I have all the power.” He placed his muzzle sideways across the ground, inches in front of her own, and gazed directly into her dilated, crazed eyes. “You better calm down, or I’ll do more than just crack your chitin.”
Her tongue snaked out from between her sharp fangs in obvious irritation. Nonetheless, she relented as her hard body practically melted underneath him.
Chrysalis tilted her head just enough to stare into his eyes. “I think I understand now,” she said. “You’re not supposed to be here, are you?” His eyes widened at the acute observation. “Yes, it is quite obvious. I can taste how you lust for revenge. In any other situation, I would say it was… tantalizing.” She chuckled, the sound reverberating throughout the cell and grating on his ears. “What are you going to do now? Kill me? Torture me?” Chrysalis winked at him, now sporting a full-fanged grin. “Something more… intimate?”
Shining Armor had no idea what to say. He felt defeated that Chrysalis knew what he was here for. She didn’t even seem worried, smiling that obnoxious grin of hers. As if this was all one big joke. And, to his shame, her utter disregard for his power in the face of helplessness was kind of hot. He may have held all the cards, but she was somehow still playing him.
“Your mind games won’t work on me,” Shining Armor eventually said. “I came here for one reason and one reason only!” Breathing rapidly, he realized his anger was getting the better of him. “I will go through with it!”
“Do your worst.” Chrysalis gave him a wink. “I expect it will be enjoyable for all parties involved.”
She smiled sweetly, obviously thinking she was in control. But he was in control. Him. So why was he letting her goad him on right now?
Simmering with rage, he cast a powerful binding spell at Chrysalis. The changeling’s eyes widened as the crackling pink aura pinned her legs, neck, and torso to the ground. Shining Armor smirked at her new position; head held to the ground, wide-eyes stuck staring at the single candle illuminating the cell.
Now that she was safely bound and under his absolute control, Shining Armor was able to calm down. He got off her and backed away to get a good look at his prize. Or more specifically, the area between her legs.
The first thing he noticed was her quite equine-looking anus. It was dark and ribbed, the raised flesh twitching each time her tail swished along the ground underneath her. Looking elsewhere, Shining Armor noticed that she lacked teats of any kind. Strange. Even more foreign was her vulva, the flesh tinted green between slightly-moist lips.
As he drank in the sight of her unique folds, part of her vulva suddenly winked at him, revealing her inner-flesh for a brief moment. An instant later, her clitoris folded inwards with a quiver, returning her vulva to its prior, plump state. He actually felt a bit angry at the sight of her arousal. The bitch was getting off on this.
Chrysalis gasped suddenly, not even trying to sound sincere. “Oh no, is the big, bad prince going to have his way with poor, defenseless me?” Her pussy winked again, the sight almost hypnotic in its intent. “What ever shall I do?”
Shining Armor snapped. “If you don’t shut up right this instant, I swear I’m going in raw!” His cock stirred in its sheath at the threat, the idea making him feel powerful. In control.
Even though she couldn’t do anything but look straight up, she still smirked as if she knew he was looking. “Don’t make me laugh! I’m already wet: how could you possibly go in raw?”
Shining Armor finally had a reason to give a smirk of his own. “Who said anything about vaginal?”
To his shock, Chrysalis actually giggled. “Even better!”
As he watched her giggles turn into maniacal laughter, something became quite apparent: Chrysalis was insane. Unequivocally insane. Not in the usual, day to day way that word was used, but actually, clinically insane.
Her laughter had the interesting side effect of producing minor muscle spasms across her body, the most notable of which being how her anus clenched with each cackle that left her lungs. It was… kind of hot, if he were honest.
He was about to give her what he promised, regardless of her reaction. However, he noticed something strange that stopped him in his tracks. There was another slit directly above her vulva, near where a mare’s teats would be, bulging out just enough to be noticeable.
“Why do you have two slits?” Shining Armor asked, more confused than anything.
Chrysalis responded in a chipper tone, “It’s something I bet you will just absolutely adore!” He waited for her to give more detail, but other than a few more insane giggles, she remained annoyingly silent on the subject. That would just not do.
“Explain. Now.”
Chrysalis rolled her eyes at him. “Oh, don’t go getting your tail in a twist, Prince Charming,” she said. “It’s just my ovipositor sheath.” In an impressive display of strength, given how bound she was, Chrysalis lifted her rump off the floor and shook her privates at him. “Why don’t you go and give it a touch? It’s dying to meet you.”
Shining Armor just stared at her in confusion, wondering if she thought he was stupid. There was no way he would do what she said. Especially as he didn’t even know what an ovipositor was. Although, based on the ovi in the word, he guessed it had something to do with eggs.
Changelings are bucking weird.
“You do realize there is no way I’m going to do something you told me to do, right?” Shining Armor chuckled at the absurdity. He wasn’t born yesterday.
The constrained changeling queen groaned. “Oh come on! First, you were going to rape me and now you’re too much of a pussy to even touch me?” Shining Armor sputtered at the accusation of rape. While technically what it was, the word just felt so... dirty.
“Don’t call it that,” Shining Armor whispered, feeling much less in control than he knew he should be.
“Pathetic,” she said, almost spitting out the word. “If you can’t even handle the word rape,” he winced and clamped his ears down in reflex, “then how do you expect to go through with your revenge?” She tutted as she spread her thighs ever-so-slightly, highlighting her winking nethers and making it difficult to tear his eyes away. “You’ll never get the closure you so desperately desire if you let your silly pony morals control you.”
Shining Armor knew she was goading him on. That it was most likely a trap. He ignored his misgivings and pressed a forehoof against the strange second slit, feeling its soft flesh compress under his frog.
He wasn’t doing this for her, he was doing it to figure out just what this slit was.
Chrysalis made a murmur of approval. “See, was that so hard?”
Shining Armor ignored Chrysalis’ taunts and focused on how her slit bulged outwards, the warm flesh much more firm than a pussy. He wriggled the edge of his hoof within the crack of the tight lips and pushed the left fold to the side, causing Chrysalis to gasp as her green inner flesh was revealed.
He blinked in confusion. “What the…” Whatever he expected to find within the gash, it definitely wasn’t the bulbous mound that he encountered.
To get a better look, he placed his other hoof between the black lips and spread them apart, opening up the vulva-like slit and revealing what he assumed to be her ...ovipositor? Whatever it was, the organ was similar to a bulbous flower bud, with three fleshy ‘petals’ folded together at the tip. It bulged out with a loud plop as it was freed from the pouch, the fleshy head leaking a sweet-smelling and green substance from between its quivering creases. The sensation was apparently pleasurable to Chrysalis, if her eager moans were of any indication.
“T-touch it some more!” Chrysalis squirmed as it grew before his very eyes. “Make it grow!”
Shining armor’s eyes widened and he backed away in disgust, realizing just what the throbbing length before him reminded him of: a penis. She had a giant, throbbing penis.
“Wha-wha—” A strangled sound escaped his throat as he choked on his words. “Why do you have a cock?” The tip spurted out more pre, the three strange creases unfolding just long enough to give him a glimpse of dark, green-tinted inner flesh. “And why is it so freaky?!”
“A cock?” echoed Chrysalis with a chuckle, the sound somehow both deep and shrill. “Silly prince; it’s not a cock, it’s what I use to lay my eggs. An inverted vagina, if you will.” She lifted her head just enough to stare into his eyes. “I know you were going to rape me, but wouldn’t it be much more fun if we just… messed around instead? I won’t mind. In fact, I look forward to it.”
What he now knew to be her ovipositor unfolded like a blooming flower, the tight insides quivering and clenching in sync with each of her vulvar winks. It gushed copious amounts of fluid, the loud glop sound making him feel sick.
He could have sworn her eyes flashed green. Just as he was pondering the strange occurrence...
...He completely forgot what he was thinking about, the perfect creature’s ovipositor suddenly appearing much more appetizing than anything he had ever seen. Her thick, juicy ovipositor. Nothing else mattered as the gaping tip called out to him, begging him to have a taste. To stimulate the no-doubt sensitive area.
“Yes… give into your lust,” she commanded, her eyes drawing him in with their beautiful gaze. “Suck my royal petals!”
Shining Armor felt strange as he stared at the ovipositor before him. A sort of compulsion. Like there was this buzzing in the back of his mind that made it difficult to think of anything other than this glorious, blooming flower. Even his own arousal was irrelevant as he stood before this wonder of biology. Without hesitation, and with a dopey grin, he leaned in between her thighs and gave the inside of her unfolded tip a long lick.
“Ah, there’s a good prince.” Chrysalis sighed as he dragged his tongue across the inside of her left facing tri-fold. “Keep going. Make me cum and I might just return the favor.”
After a few moments of sampling the warm flap of flesh, he took the very tip between his lips and nibbled on it. The entire ovipositor powerfully throbbed in response, spurting out a small amount of green fluid. He moved on to the next petal and plopped it into his mouth, giving it a short suckle before cycling between each with a wide smile.
Chrysalis was experiencing nirvana as Shining Armor used his mouth to pleasure her, the sexual stimulation exactly what she needed after weeks of being pent-up. It wouldn’t be long before she came, spewing whatever eggs she had left. She doubted they would be very large due to the lack of love, but it would feel amazing nonetheless.
The stallion twirled his tongue around her sensitive flesh, suckled on her unfolded tip, and occasionally used his muzzle to scratch the innermost part of ovipositor. Not only that, but the lust he freely gifted sent a warm buzz throughout her body. It wouldn’t be too long now. Soon she would be strong enough to completely crush his mind with the link they still shared, instead of just making him lust after her. He would allow her to do anything to him.
She was positive Shining Armor’s mind already belonged to her, but there were always uncertainties. He appeared completely receptive to her demands; that could all change with one misspoken word. Even phrasing something wrong could destroy everything. She had to be careful. If she demanded that Shining Armor released her, it could result in her freedom... or it might cause him to snap out of his daze and realize that his thoughts were not truly his own; that his constant thoughts of rape and revenge were slowly trickled over to him, bleeding into his psych until he snapped. Subtlety was key.
Truly, one of her better plans.
“K-keep sucking—oh fuck—I’m so close!”
Chrysalis’ ovipositor throbbed and pulsated against his lips as he serviced her, signaling her impending orgasm. He even took the extra step to grind a hoof against her winking clit, further increasing her pleasure if her pleased moans were of any indication. Making her feel good made him feel good, so he would make sure she felt amazing.
“H-harder,” Chrysalis demanded, her breathing picking up. “Lick me harder! Deeper! Make me cum!”
He did just that, focusing all his attention on assaulting her tightly clenching tube, its three flaps wrapping around his face as he pushed his muzzle as deep as possible. With one final lick along her smooth passage, her walls came crashing down hard as Chrysalis let loose a loud, drawn-out moan.
“Oh~ I needed this…”
The insides of her ovipositor squeezed his muzzle with contractions, her wet flesh undulating with rhythmic waves and sucking him in even deeper. Surprisingly, her load wasn’t that intense. He expected to be absolutely smothered with pseudo-cum of some sort, given her previous leakage. Instead, he was easily able to gulp down all of the sweet fluid she released, the amount no more than he himself produced. It also didn’t taste half-bad.
Chrysalis moaned louder than ever as the flow of cum suddenly halted. Huh, Shining thought. That was a short orgasm. Nonetheless, her insides kept clenching, rippling across the shaft of her ovipositor. A few seconds later, something small and round plopped into his mouth, startling him into reflexively swallowing. It wasn’t that large, only about the size of a marble, so it went down smoothly. Another squishy orb quickly followed the first, then another. In short time, he gulped down what must have been six eggs. Chrysalis writhed in pleasure all the while.
Her tip flared outwards as she came, allowing him to pull free of her clenching ovipositor; a loud, wet goop sounded out as the seal was broken. He gazed into her gaping depths, watching her insides tremble and quiver in pleasure while her tip oozed grape-sized eggs onto her belly. Her clitoris erratically winked against his hoof, a steady stream of liquid dripping from her folds.
It took about a minute for Chrysalis’ orgasm to die down, her face flushed as she panted with a wide-grin across her face. Her ovipositor retracted into her body, the still-twitching flesh pulsing gently as green goo dribbled from it along the crack of her labia. The fluid pooled down into the basin of her anus and overflowed onto her dock, spilling onto her thighs and making her sticky as could be.
“That was wonderful,“ Chrysalis said while gasping for breath. Her praise filled him with a strange sense of pride. “Pity that my weakened state is incapable of producing very many eggs, let alone more than a few spurts of glorious honey… Regardless, I implore you to do what you will with my body. Maximize your own pleasure while also making sure I enjoy it.”
He paused mid-lick, his tongue resting against her still-quivering flesh. What did he want? His dick throbbed, reminding him just how painfully hard he was. He needed release.
“I-I want inside you.” Shining Armor moved away from her ovipositor and positioned his cock between her thighs. “I need to cum.” The sheer heat of her changeling pussy made it easy to locate, and in moments he was prodding against her velvety-soft folds. She was absolutely soaked, his shaft easily gliding along her vulva and occasionally slipping between her puffy lips. Consequently, due to his current position, his head now rested against Queen Chrysalis’ chest. Her ovipositor’s sheath throbbed against his belly, the slit leaking fluids all over his fur.
Shining Armor moaned as he used the changeling’s flesh to stimulate himself. He made sure to occasionally rest his tip against her winking clitoris to give her pleasure as well, forcing a gasp out of his Queen. He didn’t know why he cared about her pleasure all of a sudden, but it was extremely important that she enjoyed herself. This entire situation depended on it, he knew.
While hotdogging himself between her meaty lips, Shining Armor moved a hoof down to her rump and placed it against her anus. The raised ring of muscle clenched at the touch, reacting instantly to the foreign contact. Chrysalis actually purred as his hoof squished against her plothole.
“Hmm, that’s nice.” She humped back against him as best she could, her folds squelching as they parted for his solid length. “Why don’t you release my head so I can show you my gratitude with a wet, sloppy kiss?”
He froze at the request. Surely no harm could come out of allowing her to move her head. Why did he even restrain her in the first place? There must have been a reason, but if he couldn’t even remember it then it mustn’t have been a very good one... right?
Ignoring the feelings of uncertainty which buzzed in the back of his mind like an annoying gnat, Shining Armor released the magic around her neck, allowing Chrysalis to raise her head. Chrysalis’ slitted eyes gazed lustfully into his own, her irises mesmerizing in their emerald glow. With a wink, she opened her maw to reveal a long and prehensile tongue. It was neon green with a forked tip, thin and dripping with saliva. Her fangs gleamed in the low light of the cell.
Shining Armor scooted forward until he was muzzle to muzzle with the changeling queen, her hot, damp breath tickling him with every breath she took. Shutting his eyes, he closed the distance, pressing his lips against Chrysalis’ own; an electric tingle shot down his spine at the contact, akin to fireworks exploding in his brain. It shouldn’t have been this good. It was as if he were a colt again, his brain tricked into thinking nothing else mattered except the soft and wet lips against his.
He nibbled on Chrysalis’ bottom lip as he moaned into the kiss, a sound which Chrysalis happily reciprocated. It wasn’t long before she took the initiative; her inequine tongue wriggled its way between his own lips and slipped into his mouth, wrapping around his tongue and squeezing it gently but firmly.
More aroused than ever, Shining Armor urgently moved his hips back and forth, poking and prodding Chrysalis’ firm backside with his length in search for her entrance, smearing fluids across her soft flesh and rigid carapace in the process. After a few failed thrusts that pressed into her winking clit—and once against her squishy ponut—he finally felt her outer folds giving way to the clenching inferno that was Chrysalis’ pussy. He didn’t waste any time before plunging the rest of himself into her welcoming snatch, generating a loud, wet squelch.
Chrysalis moaned into his mouth as he sank into her, her insides constricting tightly, almost painfully, around him. She was just slippery enough that he could easily push deeper, despite how firmly her passage squeezed his shaft. Her body trembled once he bottomed out, sending a surge of pleasure up his spine as his flared member brushed along her cervix. Balls deep within Chrysalis, his heavy orbs dangled across her ass, the subtle spasms of her donut-shaped muscle vividly perceived through his scrotum’s thin skin.
Chrysalis’ pussy was amazing; a cock-sleeve fitted to just the right size and heated to just the right temperature; a sauna seemingly made for him and him alone. He remained motionless within her accommodating insides, basking in the feeling of her walls throbbing off-sync with his heartbeat. Occasionally, her clitoris would flick outwards to wetly scrape along his shaft, causing Chrysalis to tense up before producing strange, chirp-like growls. The sensations were so intense that he hugged Chrysalis’ body tightly in reflex, their make out session deepening with every moment they remained connected. He almost came on the spot.
Breaking away from the kiss, her tongue exiting his mouth with a loud slurp, Chrysalis produced a low and rumbling purr from deep within her throat. “Delightful.” She smacked her lips, her long tongue severing a strand of saliva that still connected them. “Your lust is delicious. I would feast upon you for all eternity if I could.” She tilted her head. “Actually, I think I will keep you around a little longer. You’re too scrumptious to let go.”
After a brief chuckle, she opened her mouth wide and dragged her unnaturally long tongue across his muzzle, covering his face with viscous, green saliva. He shivered at the strange action, but before he could react, she licked him again, and again.
Eventually, she was lapping at his face without pause, as if she were a cat giving him a bath, the forked tongue absolutely soaking his fur. He should have felt disgusted, but all he felt as she licked him was a prickling sensation between his legs, his cock twitching within Chrysalis’ passage. It both tickled and aroused him, sending mixed signals to his brain and making it so he couldn’t help but laugh.
She surprised him even further by giving his horn a single, sensual lick. The wet flesh against his second most sensitive area was simultaneously pleasurable and distracting, making it difficult to sustain the spell keeping Chrysalis in check. But something inside him welcomed the contact, telling him that everything would be okay as long as he relaxed.
Giving into the appealing thoughts, he closed his eyes and waited with baited breath for Chrysalis to make a move. He gasped as he felt Chrysalis’ tongue coil around his horn, coating it with slime-like saliva and caressing him oh-so-perfectly. It was as if she were lubricating his horn, using her tongue to rub her fluids all along his magical protrusion. She then pulled her tongue back into her mouth with an audible slurp, leaving his horn tingling and begging for attention.
Cracking his eyes open, he was confused to come face-to-face with a smirking Chrysalis, viscous drool covering her muzzle. As he stared at her, a frigid cold encompassed his horn, feeling like icicles were digging into the bone. Accompanying the unpleasant sensation was the hardening of the saliva which adorned his muzzle, quickly making it impossible to so much as move his jaw.
He yelped as, with a rapid loss of pressure, his horn suddenly became much heavier than before. A vrrt sound immediately followed the numbness of his horn, before a sharp crack signalled the failure of his binding spell; the magenta straps, which previously held Chrysalis to the floor, decayed into fragments, dissolving with numerous flashes of light. His eyes widened in realization.
His magic was gone.
Chrysalis was free.
And he felt nothing but joy.
“Ohhhh, yes!” Chrysalis laughed and used her newfound freedom to wrap herself around the magically neutered unicorn in a nearly bone-crushing hug, before twisting them around so his back was against the floor. The new and dominant position found Chrysalis straddling her enemy’s waist, the transition jostling the throbbing stallionhood impaled within her. Shining Armor groaned with mindless abandon, his organic gag muffling any pleased vocalizations.
Chrysalis paid little notice to the admittedly pleasant sensations, however, as more important things were on her mind.
I can’t believe that actually worked, she thought, giddy at the thrill of giving Shining Armor a taste of his own medicine. Speaking of...
She channeled all the magic accumulated from the foolish unicorn and sent it into the chunk of metal restricting her horn. It instantly ignited with green flames, the white-hot remains unceremoniously falling to the ground, sizzling from the sheer heat her power generated. Shining Armor’s lust was potent indeed.
Chrysalis’ tongue dangled from her mouth as she panted from the exertion of overloading the alicorn-class dampener, her horn letting off wisps of smoke. With her newfound freedom, she now held the advantage. Shining Armor was without a method to resist her, which was the opportune moment to enact her own revenge. The first step: relinquish control over his mind. After all, what fun was there to be had if Shining armor couldn’t even express himself? She wanted him to beg for it, fully aware that he was in control of his facilities. His shame would be… delicious.
As the love of his life smiled down upon him, her kindness matched only by the sharpness of her teeth, he felt a deep warmth, radiating throughout his chest. It was like hot cocoa on a cold, Hearth’s Warming Night, filling him up and spreading down to his hooves. Nurturing and protecting him like nothing ever had. Like nothing ever could.
Chrysalis’ horn lit up with a gorgeous green light, the glow illuminating her features and revealing her focused eyes of similar shade. Those slitted pupils took his breath away, while the confidant smirk on her face made him feel like a love-struck colt all over again, smitten by the first attractive mare he laid eyes on.
Truly, was his Queen beautiful. He felt honored to be allowed inside her.
Closing his eyes, he basked in the feelings coursing through his body, allowing his mind to shut down so he could focus on his connection to such a perfect creature. He felt her heart beating perfectly in sync with his own as he throbbed within her. Never before had he felt so alive; so close to another being.
His eyes shot open as an unwelcome and frigid cold swept through his body, like injecting ice directly into his veins. Suddenly he didn’t feel so alive, the passion from before being corrupted into stark horror. He realized that Chrysalis’ horn had stopped glowing, hinting that she must have been casting a spell while he was relaxing.
What did she do to me?
The feeling of wrongness spread, eventually overtaking his entire body and encompassing his every thought. Like a parasite, it wriggled into his brain, multiplying into a manifold of ideas until nothing was left except… clarity?
I… I’m me again, he realized. And with that realization came the painful reality of just where he was, who he was pinned under, and how utterly deep inside the changeling queen that he was. Her heated walls clenched suddenly, sucking him in even more and giving him a burst of pleasure. Oh no...
“Good morning...” Chrysalis craned her neck downwards until their muzzles were a hair’s breath apart, “...Sweetie.”
Her grin was wide and tooth-filled, revealing just how sharp her many, many teeth were.
Shining Armor distantly recalled saying those exact words after waking her up with a not-so-gentle buck, the wound of which appeared to be missing (most likely healed by the looks of things), but all he could focus on was how bucked he was. Both figuratively and literally, as Chrysalis’ gently squeezing passage continually reminded him.
No pony but the two guards he sent away knew he was here, so there was no possibility of rescue anytime soon. While somepony would eventually notice his absence, whenever that may be, it likely wouldn’t be soon enough. This meant it would be a battle of attrition, something he was excellent at given his talent in defending. As long as she still needed him—why else would she still be in this cell unless the runes were too powerful—he could hold out and keep his lust contained.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
“You know, I could brute force my way out of here any time I so desire,” Chrysalis said, now reclined away from his goo-covered muzzle. “However, you’re much too fun to toy with. ” She chuckled, the sound grating on his ears, fitting her insectile features to a T. “A bit more lust for the road also couldn't hurt.”
How could I have ever have thought that this, this thing was appealing, he wondered, shivering in disgust at just how far gone he had been only minutes ago.
His tune changed abruptly when Chrysalis’ depths clamped down, her wet warmth stimulating his painfully erect cock. He was ashamed to admit he gasped out at the suddenness of the action, but he was able to pull himself together, forcing a stoic expression across his face. As a trained member of the royal guard, he knew he could keep his composure.
“Do not pretend my little massage isn’t enjoyable to you,” she said while gyrating her rump atop his lap, making it harder for him to keep his expression neutral. “The attempt at deceit is adorable, but I’m a Changeling, remember? I can taste just how much you long for my body. To release your seed deep, deep within me.” Chrysalis sighed, a puff of air escaping her nostrils. “Your emotions betray you, Shining Armor, so why not enjoy this? Let me take care of you, and all your fantasies and desires will come true.”
Before he could react, Chrysalis buzzed her wings and oh-so-gently lifted herself off his lap. He stifled a moan as her clenched walls firmly tugged on his flare, holding his cock in place even as Chrysalis attempted to pull off of him. But the seal was too strong, her insides exceptionally snug.
In a clever move, Chrysalis tilted her rear at a slanted angle, her wings buzzing with increased fervor. Immediately, he felt the pressure around his cockhead recede before he slipped out of Chrysalis, the sudden motion generating a loud and wet glop noise as air rushed into the newly created vacuum. The stark change in temperature from Chrysalis’ sweltering insides to the frigid cold of the cell was torture, and he hissed through his teeth.
Chrysalis chuckled as she hovered in place above his visibly steaming cock. Her slick folds occasionally brushed against his tip as her elevation fluctuated, teasing him with flashes of moist heat. He couldn’t stand waiting any longer, so he bucked upwards, uncaring about any previous reservations he may have had in light of how much he needed this.
He managed to get halfway into that clenching, fleshy tunnel before Chrysalis growled and effortlessly lifted herself off of him. Then she dropped onto his lap, but instead of sinking into her like he expected, the side of his shaft slapped against her labia lips while his flare squished against her anus.
The contact drove him mad with desire.
Chrysalis tutted at his apparent faux-pas. “What a naughty and impatient prince you are,” she chastened with a shake of her head. “Who said you could thrust before I was ready? I wanted to ease us into this, but you seem more than eager. How can I refuse such earnest passion?”
Gentler than expected, Chrysalis eased her rump down, pressing him firmly against her ass. His cockhead flattened against the squishy anal ring, the changeling’s own juices easing him into her lubed up hole. There wasn’t quite enough force to fully penetrate her, but he knew that wasn’t the point; she was teasing him, asserting her dominance. Making him putty in her hooves.
And it was working.
Shining Armor attempted to suppress his desire—to show Chrysalis he wasn’t going to cave for such banal, animalistic pleasures—but he couldn’t. He was too aroused, much too turned on by what amounted to superficial sensations of the flesh.
Deeply ashamed with himself, he finally admitted that he craved her exotic form and found himself yearning for the moment he could turn the tides and dominate her. To thrust into her tight behind without pause, without any say on her part. To feel her flesh clenching around him as she screamed for him to pound her harder, revealing just who was in control.
But that reality seemed far off, so he may as well lay back and enjoy himself. It’s not like he could actually free his horn, let alone fight the monster that even Celestia failed to best.
Chrysalis’s perpetual grin grew even wider, suggesting she knew exactly what he was feeling. For what little pride he had remaining, he wished that wasn’t the case.
“I see you’ve learned to appreciate my glorious form,” Chrysalis purred. His heart fell at the blatant confirmation of his suspicions. Was he really that easy to read? “To be expected, of course; this is me we’re talking about.” A chuckle escaped her. “I won’t bore you with pointless banter any longer. Instead, revel in the delight that is my fat, royal rump!” Her haunches tensed against in preparation for what was to come, her head held high and proud.
Shining Armor had to admit; even in this less than ideal state, Chrysalis sure knew how to look regal.
Chest puffed out, Chrysalis continued, “Know that only I, Queen Chrysalis, can provide you with the sensations you oh-so crave!”
And without further preamble, the boastful queen dropped down, shoving him halfway into her tight behind in one go. He was wholly unprepared for the sensation of his cockhead slipping into her tight anus, her supple flesh kneading him as he sank deep within her depths. She was an all-encompassing inferno of hot, yielding flesh, licking and curling around his shaft as she involuntarily squeezed tighter and tighter. And she was only getting hotter.
A moan escaped him, loud and true: the unique, slippery texture of her colon proving too much even for his self-proclaimed willpower. Chrysalis was no-doubt basking in his unmistakable enjoyment, but he hardly cared. Her pliable insides were much too phenomenal to dwell on such minor things as self-image.
It wasn’t long before his medial ring popped into her fully—his dangling testicles slapping against the changeling’s dock with a wet, satisfying smack—signalling that he was as deep as possible within Chrysalis’ tight rump.
Chrysalis threw her head back and hissed as he bottomed out, the sound morphing into a guttural growl. “Ohhh, yesss~”
She held herself still atop him, using his chest as a convenient, if uncomfortable, resting place for her forelegs. He gulped at the precarious position he found himself in; it would only take a single, sudden motion of her powerful hooves to cave his chest in, snuffing his life out in an agonizing instant. Luckily, or unluckily, he was sure that she wanted him alive. A trophy she could brag about to her real enemies: the alicorns.
He knew he was nothing more than Cadence’s husband to Chrysalis—or, perhaps, Princess Twilight Sparkle’s brother. That much was obvious. But maybe that was for the best. He couldn’t even stop himself from enjoying the bug’s ass—her wonderful, clenching ass—so why would Chrysalis consider him as anything other than second-rate?
Why do I care so much what she thinks? He thought as Chrysalis pushed hard against him, grinding her vulva against his pelvis. A pit grew deep within his gut at the enjoyment he was getting out of this. She took over my mind, for Celestia’s sake! I… I’m not being controlled anymore, so what’s wrong with me?
He examined Chrysalis’ obsidian body, eyes drawn to where their hips connected. The sight of his dick vanishing into her was sexier than it ought to be.
And why do I want to hold her down and rut her until she can’t walk?
Out of nowhere, Chrysalis leaned in and nuzzled his cheek, much more gently than he thought she was capable of. The seemingly loving gesture shocked him to his core.
“Oh, Shining Armor,” Chrysalis began, her tone sweet as honey. It felt mocking, but there was a hint of something else he couldn’t make out. “The dissonance within you sends shivers down my spine. Just sweet enough to serve as a reminder of your love for Cadence, while spicy enough to give it a well needed kick.” A strangely bubbly giggle escaped her. “I haven’t tasted something like this in ages!”
He tried to say something, anything to deny his feelings. However, his goo-gagged muzzle resulted in nothing more than stifled groans.
“Hush now,” Chrysalis whispered into his left ear before taking it in between her lips and gently biting down.
The sensation of her sloppy nibbles sent a strange prickling sensation throughout his body and down under his tail. Naturally, this feeling was translated into a series of twitches within Chrysalis hindquarters, sending even more bursts of pleasure through him.
“Hmm, yes... Focus on the flesh around your cock. Give in to your innermost desires!” Chrysalis lifted herself off his stallionhood with a lewd pop, allowing him a few moments to bask in the sensation of her soft ring clenching against his tip, trying to suck him back inside. “Relax; let your Queen take care of you.”
And with a cackle, she slammed herself onto his lap, once again thrusting him into her comfortably snug depths. His head spun at the sudden penetration, trying to come to grips with the feeling of such a tight ring gliding past the full length of his cock in a single, fluid motion.
Before he could (yet again) grow accustomed to the comforting heat of her colon, Chrysalis used her powerful hind legs and buzzing wings to ascend. Her anus kept a firm grip around the circumference of his cock as she pulled herself off of him, the fat muscle stretched taut and visibly lagging behind the rest of her rump. When just the very tip of his member remained inside, she plunged down, stuffing him inside her hole before repeating the process again and again.
She bucked him with distinctive enthusiasm, riding him into the hard floor, each motion generating a loud, wet smack as her vulva impacted his pubic region. It was maddening how wonderful this felt. How something so wrong could feel so right. He didn’t understand how he could be so suddenly okay with this, accepting his fate like the worthless sack of flesh he was.
Deep inside, a pressure was building. It felt tight and unyielding, rising along with his pleasure as Chrysalis rode him with ruthless furor. She was like an animal possessed, panting and growling as she gave him the buck of his life. Passionate, yet rough. Short and quick pistoning motions gave way to gentler gyrations, twisting her body while he was inside her, smearing her fluids along his lower body. She would occasionally rest against his lap with her pussy lips firmly against him, leaking all over him as her little nub to winked to its heart’s content.
The sensation of her anus gliding up and down his cock was but a blur now, superseded by a constant and building pleasure that originated deep within his core. He was close. So very close. And if her tightening insides were of any indication, so was Chrysalis. Her previous teasing must have gotten to her just as much as it got to him.
To his surprise, he felt himself meeting her thrusts halfway, accelerating his impending orgasm. One of his forelegs reached out to her clitoris and pressed against the winking flesh, while his other rested on the inside of her thigh to feel the juices smeared all over the segmented plates.
Chrysalis moaned at the contact, her motions growing even more frenzied. “Y-yes!” she exclaimed. “Rub my clit! Make me cum and paint my insides white!”
For one enlightening moment, he realized what this would mean. How purposefully giving Chrysalis pleasure would be a betrayal of his wife he could never forgive. So far, he had the excuse of being brainwashed. Then he was trapped, unable to stop Chrysalis’ advances. But now, with his hoof gently circling Chrysalis’ spasming clitoris, he would be committed to this egregious act.
Unfolding with rapidly increasing frequency, Chrysalis’ clitoris mocked him with the irony of its heart-shaped flesh. He closed his eyes in an attempt to shut out the image of his wife’s cutie mark. I’m so, so sorry, Cadence. Opening his eyes, he prepared himself for what he was about to do.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he stuffed the edge of his hoof in the crack of Chrysalis’s labia. Then he rotated the soft frog of his hoof back and forth, flicking the changeling’s clitoris with his hoof’s edge and simultaneously stretching her pussy lips before they snapped back into place with a wet smack.
Instead of praising him like he expected, she lit her horn and shattered the goo covering his muzzle, and pulled him in for a surprisingly urgent kiss. Her long, prehensile tongue parted his lips with ease, wrapping around his own tongue and rhythmically squeezed him in sync with her sphincter's increasingly sporadic clenches. Moments later, her anus tightened and her clitoris flicked open for a split-second longer than usual. Her insides exploded with powerful contractions, clitoris winking madly against his hoof.
As she came, Chrysalis ceased her restless motions atop him and leaned herself back, firmly locking the base of his sheath against her anus in an almost kiss-like manner and allowing him to feel the full extent of her pleasure. Curiously, she managed to maintain eye-contact—albeit half-lidded—as her insides rippled with the power of a tsunami. She winked at him, this time with her eyes, before slurping his tongue into her mouth, suckling on his bottom lip all the while.
Shining Armor’s pleasure increased to the near-breaking point, and he could feel himself flaring in preparation for his inevitable peak. The active regularity of Chrysalis’ contractions spurred him on. Her sphincter clamped around the sheath of his cock with focused and insistent squeezes, while her colon massaged him from all sides with warm, malleable flesh.
As his balls tightened, he felt a pressure build at the base of his dick. It overcame him, and he couldn’t help but place his hooves on either side of Chrysalis’ asscheeks to hold her down onto his lap. His vision grew blurry as the rush of nirvana approached, pleasure increasing exponentially in a matter of moments. Shining Armor moaned into the kiss as the pressure finally lifted and he spewed load after heavy load into Chrysalis’ ass.
Pleasure permeated his entire being as he came, his mind overcome with the carnal act of impregnating a mare. Instinct cared not that he was releasing his semen inside Chrysalis’ colon, nor the fact she was a different species than him; all that mattered was how tight, wet, and soft she was.
Chrysalis broke away from the kiss, gasping for air. “What love!” she exclaimed. “You have so much to give, and it’s all mine!” Lowering her head against his neck, she took a deep whiff of his mane. “I do so enjoy sharing pleasure with another. The sensation of an orgasm intermingling with mine, feeling your cum impact my clenching depths—it’s almost a shame I have to kill you.”
Before he had a chance to truly process that, she pulled herself off his still orgasming dick—his flare being yanked by her gripping anus—then immediately shoved him inside her vagina. Her labia parted easily, and he impacted her cervix in mere moments, her orgasm causing her to clench down tightly. Now ejaculating into her womb, he realized what she just said and jerked his head away from hers.
“But you need me alive!” he cried in a panic, trying to ignore how amazing his orgasm felt. “You need my love!”
Chrysalis rolled her eyes. “You misunderstand, silly Prince,” she chastened. She gave her mane a swish. “I’m not going to do it immediately, I’m going to suck the love out of you until nothing but a husk remains. Truly a shame to rush such a...” her hungry looking eyes appraised him, “...fine meal, but I really do need to stop playing with my food.”
“So, I’m going to take the form of your ‘precious’ Cadence and make you truly think I am her. Just like old times. Makes draining you simpler.” She smiled and released a sigh, her pussy squeezing tight. “But first, I want to enjoy the feeling of your love in both my holes. It’s been so long since I fucked a pony in my true form.”
Laughing to herself, Chrysalis closed her eyes and gently ground herself on his lap, semen leaking from her anus and the sides of her labia.
This is it, Shining Armor thought as he released a final few spurts into Chrysalis. Death. I’m going to die a mindless, worthless slave. Nothing more than fuel and pleasure for Chrysalis. A single tear escaped him. I let this happen.
This is all my fault.
Princess Celestia was furious.
After hearing about the two guards’ recollection of events, Celestia barely stopped herself from throwing them into the dungeon themselves. However, she could tell it wasn’t an easy task for them to betray their previous captain of the guard. So she forced a smile, praised them for their courage in bringing this to her attention, and dismissed them. All while keeping her voice serene and level.
The instant they vacated the room, she encased herself in a powerful shield spell and let her magic loose, destroying everything she wore in a moment of cathartic release. She could not fathom what had been going through Shining Armor’s head. The way the female guard described how he acted, the way he apparently spoke, made his intentions quite clear.
He was going to torture Chrysalis, maybe even kill her.
Celestia had seen it all before, of course, but she expected better of Shining Armor. It appears she was sorely mistaken. Chrysalis may have been a monster, committed crimes both great and terrible—a true enemy of Equestria—but ponies were better than this. They did not succumb to petty revenge. As prior captian of the guard and current prince-consort of the Crystal Empire, he was a shining example of the true nature of Equestria.
Where did she go wrong? Why didn’t she see any signs?
Fur still smoking from the intense energies contained within her magic, she let the shield bubble disperse before teleporting just outside the dungeon’s anti-teleportation ward. As she hurried down the hall to the maximum security wing, she couldn’t stop her wings from involuntarily twitching from anger and sheer disappointment. If he laid a single hoof on Chrysalis…
Celestia arrived at the unguarded door in a little under three minutes. The preparation needed to enter the soundproof and spell-proof door entailed quite a few separate calming spells and breathing exercises. She had to handle this with the grace of a princess, not of a concerned and distraught family member.
Opening the door, Celestia didn’t know what to expect. Maybe Chrysalis would be blooded and beaten, begging for her life with Shining Armor above her, ready to strike the final blow with a crazed gleam to his eyes. Or maybe he would hold back, damaging her just enough to feel like he carried out ‘justice’.
What she actually saw after slamming open the door made her blood boil; Chrysalis was straddling Shining Armor, somehow having both overpowered the stallion and seemingly gained her strength back. Her backside was raised toward the door, tail indecently hiked and revealing... cum dribbling out of her anus?
That detail made Celestia pause, her mind going blank for the briefest of instances. Her stupor didn't last long before a white-hot flash of rage she hadn’t felt in centuries washed over her, shattering her calming spells.She’s raping him, was the only thought going through Celestia’s mind.
These observations were made only a split-second after entering a cell, barely enough time for Chrysalis to even jump at the sudden intrusion. It hardly mattered, as Celestia was already preparing a spell to disable Chrysalis’ horn and end any chance for her to harm anyone Celestia loved ever again.
Just as Chrysalis turned around, her own horn starting to glow, Celestia’s pure-white spell was already in the air, crackling with energy. Chrysalis screamed as the spell made contact with her horn, leaving a deep gorge down the middle. In obvious shock, Chrysalis stumbled and fell from Shining Armor’s lap and onto the hard floor, causing his dick to slip out of her along with a gush of fluids.
In a moment of what she felt was undeserved pity, Celestia cast a deep-sleep spell at the agonized changeling, silencing her cries of pain and forcing her into blissful unconsciousness.
Ignoring Shining Armor’s waning erection, Celestia walked over and wrapped her wings around his shaking form. She held him against her barrel, softly cooing to show that she was there and it was going to be okay. Internally, she winced as his juice-covered fur brushed against her own; the soup of feminine and masculine fluids entirely unwelcome. However, with her exceptional willpower, she was able to snuff out any feelings of disgust. The poor stallion needed comfort, and comfort he would get.
After all, no pony should have to go through something so horrible alone.
“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you. It’s over.”
Shining Armor was in shock as Celestia—in a show of motherly affection—hugged him close to her chest, her soft wings encompassing his form. It would have been comforting, except that he had no idea what was happening. One moment he was about to lose his mind, then the next found Chrysalis screaming, her pussy spasming out of control as her body convulsed from the sudden crack in her horn.
The guards must have explained his actions to Celestia, he thought. Then, when she came here, she saw Chrysalis having her way with me. But why did Celestia attack her and not— Clarity struck him, causing his eyes to widen. Celestia thought I was being raped.
But he knew what really happened. He gave in to Chrysalis. He enjoyed himself. And while he was horrified Chrysalis was going to kill him, he secretly welcomed the sex that was to come.
He couldn’t let anypony know the truth.
