Polyamory

Though Luna had gone to torment Celestia with Chrysalis’ entourage, Cadance still had a meeting to finish.

Cadance hoped Celestia wouldn’t break her vow right now, as she wanted her own husband to be the one to do so. Or maybe Chrysalis… that would be unreasonably hot.

Chrysalis pulled away, sliding free with a lewd slurp, shivering one more time as she slid back into her seat. She took a deep breath as Shining and Cadance awkwardly slipped back into their places at the table.

“There, now wasn’t that fun?” Cadance chuckled at Chrysalis, who was breathing heavily and staring at Cadance with a mix of emotional drunkenness and discomfort. “Why should we fight when we get along so well together? Besides, you’re pregnant with my husband’s foal; it’d be inappropriate for you not to wed us.”

Chrysalis opened her mouth to speak, then froze again at the mention of marriage. Cadance gave her time to process that.

“Are you seriously proposing marriage?” Chrysalis quirked an eye ridge.

“We are dead serious, Chryssie,” chuckled Shining Armor.

“And as for your subjects, or children, needing to feed,” said Cadance, “I’m betting a chain of changeling brothels would make tons of bits while giving them all the love they need. There’s a lot of demand for prostitutes that isn’t met by those few lucky enough to have such a cutie mark, so it’d be easy to expand the industry.”

Chrysalis stared open-muzzled again.

“Our brothels are nationalized, after all,” Cadance added, “And the head matron overseeing them is nearing retirement... you see where I am going with this? I’m offering you a government position!”

“That... could work,” admitted Chrysalis, “I... wow. I could have just asked all this time... don’t expect me to apologize though, miserable cretins, and I’m not fond of the idea of forgoing my well-deserved revenge.”

“Marriage is the best kind of revenge,” Shining snorted.

“Under a few conditions,” Chrysalis smirked in return, “First, don’t even think about referring to me as ‘reformed’. Frightening you until you offer me a desperate agreement is not the same as ‘reforming’.“

“Fair enough,” chuckled Cadance; she’d let Chrysalis rationalize it how she needed. “You didn’t reform, you ‘won’.”

“Second,” Chrysalis continued, smiling, her villain-boner sated at Cadance’s agreement to the first term, “Your brothels shall be disassociated from your government and made a private entity governed exclusively by myself.”

“Well,” smiled Cadance with reservation, “I don’t want to do something that would exclude ponies with prostitution marks from practicing their talent.”

Chrysalis rolled her eyes, “Not only will I not exclude pony whores; I’m certain I can devise potions that will allow them to keep up with my children, though I make no promises on unnatural shifting being painless.”

“Very well,” Cadance conceded. “We’ll draw up an agreement that will give you sole ownership, and profits, from the industry, so long as you pay taxes and abide by some carefully drawn out rules. However, I also worry about our ponies who have been replaced by changelings, as I’ve no doubt there are many.”

"Don't be silly, there are no such spies," Chrysalis both smirked and glared. "But if there were, they would be revealed once we were certain of your intentions. In the meantime, our captives would not be harmed in the slightest."

"Very well," Cadance didn't like the delay, but saw no other way. In Chrysalis’ place, Cadance wouldn't give up the names of her spies either.

“Is getting hitched a required part of the agreement, ‘Candy’?” smirked Chrysalis, seeming more relaxed, a victorious grin on her face.

“It is indeed,” Cadance grinned. Though she supposed they’d have to push back the date to make new preparations. With any luck, the date would be pushed back for similar reasons a few more times.

“Well then, just so you know,” Chrysalis added, “My offspring with males of any species are always pure-blooded changelings, so I won’t be hatching disgusting pony-lings. If having changeling children bothers you,” she glanced at Celestia, “Then I can tell you where to stick it. And it won’t be in me.”

“I’m sure they’ll be adorable all the same,” Cadance said. “In truth, that’s a relief; I was worried at what horrifying things might result from… not that I think… well you know.”

“I hate you,” Chrysalis sighed, though Cadance suspected that it was only for how much the two agreed.

“Offspring with a male?” asked Shining, “Are you implying that you could create offspring with a female too?”

“Well she rammed me with something,” grinned Cadance.

“Well, well, it seems I’ll need to do some educating, doesn’t it?” Chrysalis’ grin couldn’t have been any bigger. “I don’t have stallion parts, but I can implant a female with eggs. It’s not necessary, but it makes them healthier, and since genetic material is extracted from the host, it effectively makes them the children of all three creatures involved, me, the father, and the one I implant into.”

“Huh…” Cadance was speechless; that gave them interesting options. She looked over at Luna, who she saw snuggling up with Celestia, then back to Chrysalis, “I’ll let our other fiancée know the good news when she’s finished.”

“Other?” Chrysalis arched her other eyebrow, “Is that Celestia or Luna?”

“Luna,” smirked Cadance.

“Good,” smiled Chrysalis, “I was just thinking how she’s villainously sexy. I look forward to partaking that fruit.”

“And I’m sure she’ll be all for it,” smiled Cadance.

“You’re all insane,” said Chrysalis.