Cryssie's lessons in photography

Chapters

Lesson 1: Preperation
Lesson 2: Take lots of pictures
Lesson 3: Capture the moment
Lesson 4: Use a dark-room to process
Lesson 5: Ask for advice

Lesson 1: Preperation

Chrysalis grinned as she appraised her most recent project. Everything was just perfect, exactly like she’d hoped. No, wait. Something was slightly wrong.

“Tia, dear, you need to open up those legs a bit more. I don’t want the camera to miss any of your delicious… goodness.” Chrysalis lightly licked her lips as she watched the alicorn princess shift, visibly uncomfortable with her now pornographic pose.

For her part, Celestia was blushing in embarrassment, and still wore the same slight frown that usually graced her face as she spread her legs and leaned back on the pillow. Her long, soft legs were pulled up, and her hands held her cleft slit just slightly agape by pulling lightly on her inner thighs as her hips were thrust notably upwards. The whole image it presented was very clearly obscene, far past the point of tasteful. Still, Chrysalis was nothing if not an artist. Celestia’s straining feet would be carefully covered in the final picture by Twilight’s languidly draped legs.

Celestia was usually quite reserved, even during Chrysalis’s playtime with her. She hadn’t truly submitted, unlike the others, but she didn’t resist either. Instead she’d play along with whatever game Chrysalis had thought of, slightly frowning in disapproval until her hormones got the better of her. Once she had her “motor running,” she was just as much of a delectable deviant as the rest of them.

Chrysalis always enjoyed that moment where Celestia would give up on pretending to be proper for some wet and debauched fun. It was especially satisfying to gently tease her about it later, watching her face slowly turn red in embarrassment. But Celestia wasn’t the only one of Chrysalis’s pets to be in the picture.

Twilight was laying with both legs to her side and holding her upper torso vertical by leaning on one arm, dutifully baring her naked chest while running her other hand teasingly up her own cutie mark as her legs and tail blocked Celestia’s feet. Twilight, unlike Celestia, had fully adapted in these past few years. She had a hungry look, keeping her mouth slightly open and her tongue lewdly out in a show of wanton desire as she slowly mimed an obscenity with it.

While Celestia was an obedient pet, Twilight was a friendly one. Very friendly.

“Mmm… Yes Twily. Just… like… that.” Chrysalis licked her lips in anticipation as Twilight held her open mouthed pose and teasingly curled her tongue a few times. After Chrysalis had properly captured the moment in a photograph, she was going to spend some time playing with her pets, and Twilight’s tongue was one of her favorite toys. It just so happened that Twilight was quite the skilled orator.

Chrysalis almost felt something like kinship towards Twilight. If any of her pets could be considered a friend, Twilight would be the one. One of the things they both had in common was obsessive organizational skills. Chrysalis liked to split her day up into well structured activities, and right now her activity was art. After art, she had planned quite a bit of time for some entertainment. Twilight would approve of the schedule, both for its rigor and its content.

Counterpoised to Twilight was Cadence, sitting just far enough away to allow room for Chrysalis to pose proudly in-between.

Chrysalis’s grin momentarily faltered when she saw Cadence’s slight smirk and bedroom eyes. The bright pink alicorn was more than obedient and friendly: she was downright predatory. Unfortunately, she had been slightly... damaged during the take over, and it always brought a very brief of moment of disappointment to Chrysalis to remember what she’d lost. In the end, she was the only one that Chrysalis had kept a permanent charm on. It wasn’t active all the time, just when she had one of her… fits.

While the rest had taken quite some time to adapt to their training, Cadence had taken to it as easily as a fish learned to swim. She’d even been instrumental in Twilight’s final, and passionate, moment of submission. Chrysalis supposed it had something to do with Cadence’s shattered cutie mark, now a very visibly broken heart. Chrysalis wasn’t particularly versed in pony magic, so she wasn’t completely sure what had happened to the alicorn. Her best guess was that when she had taken Shining from Cadence during her second, and much more successful, hostile takeover, Cadence had her destiny irrevocably altered.

On one hand, it was convenient that Cadence’s new talent seemed to be being Chrysalis’s most sexually charged pet, on the other, Chrysalis hadn’t been able to draw much love from her ever since her mark changed. The loss of Cadence’s love magic had been quite an unexpected, and disappointing, blow. And those fits were always such a hassle, with the rage and screaming and all that mess. So Chrysalis had left her control enchantment in place, just for those rare emergencies. She was quite sure it was an unfortunately permanent feature on Cadence’s collar at this point.

Three out of four isn’t bad.

Chrysalis had been very thoughtful about Cadence’s pose in her picture. While Cadence counterpointed Twilight in position, she was really a mirror to Celestia. Just as Celestia was the most reserved, and therefore the most exposed, Cadence was the most shameless and therefore the most conservatively posed.

She was tastefully sitting with her knees up and her arms wrapped around them, hiding all those good bits she was so eager to share. One of her hands was mischievously wet, clearly she had just licked it clean, but the camera wouldn’t capture that slight indiscretion. The only visibly obscene thing about her was the fact that she was completely nude except for her charmed collar and a pair of delectable thigh high purple stockings. Even then, compared to the rest of Chrysalis’s once royal menagerie, she was quite well covered by her own arms and legs.

“Keep that pose, Cadie. You’re doing great.” Chrysalis smiled while she encouraged Cadence, causing her pet to glow with a confident satisfaction.

The last alicorn in the picture was Luna, and of course she was weighted exactly against Celestia in the frame. While Celestia was generally reluctant, Luna was delightfully impassive. Her eyes were always quite soft, never angry or anything of the sort, but she also never really got flustered or eager like the others. Right now she was still breathing heavy and blushing slightly from the vigorous warm up that Cadence’s stray hand had been rubbing into her. Luna was never one to toy with herself un-prompted, but she also would never turn down a helping hand from Cadence or Twilight.

She was kneeling with her legs spread, pressing her lower stomach gently against Cadence’s bare thighs, hardly separated from Cadence’s sinful hands at all and just so slightly showing off her small pink slit. One of her hands was supporting her, framing her slightly glistening cleft, while she was reaching up and behind her head with the other. This pose put her breasts fully on display for the camera, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Chrysalis grinned at Luna’s heavy breathing and calm, wide eyed look. The ageless goddess seemed almost innocent, even though Chrysalis knew that was far from true. Aside from the fact that the Princess of the night had fought Chrysalis the hardest and fallen last, these past few years had left none of her pet alicorns innocent by any definition of the word. She’d fully explored the treasures of Luna’s body hundreds of times by now, and Luna was no stranger to the delights of the flesh.

Her pet's familiarity with both her and themselves was something Chrysalis was quite proud of. With a single look she could make any of her pets quite wet, and with enough time and focus, she could bring them to orgasm simply with an alluring gaze and a few coaxing words. While the face was the same, the words were appropriate for each pet, of course. There was no magic involved, oh no.

That would be cheating.

Instead, the trick was the product of very intense and time consuming training that all four pets had (at first) reluctantly enjoyed over the years. While Celestia and Cadence were quite the impressive squirters, Luna was especially susceptible to the look, and Chrysalis enjoyed watching her quivering body and listening to her quiet moans especially often.

They had something of a unique understanding now, and Luna’s final submission had been a more natural feeling thing than the others. Sometimes she pondered that perhaps they could have been lovers if Chrysalis been a different kind monster; they certainly had compatible tastes.

‘Perhaps’ didn’t matter though. Chrysalis fed off of love, and she quite enjoyed watching Luna’s innocent yet salacious face as Chrysalis drained the love out of her. Luna’s captured graceful beauty, and unearthly strength made for a delectable show as Chrysalis fed.

“Just hold that pose and keep being sexy, Lulu.”

Luna nodded, still catching her breath. It seemed as though Cadence had done more than simply warm her up if she was this breathless. Chrysalis smiled gleefully. This picture would be perfect.

She set the timer, and quickly moved across the room, sitting down confidently on the bed between Twilight and Cadence while spreading her legs shamelessly wide. She stayed unchanged, wanting the world to know that it was her, Queen Chrysalis, in the picture. “Keep it up girls, if it’s a good one I’ll share it with Shining!”

Leaning back just slightly to present her ample chest just a touch more she grinned knowingly and let her long tongue lazily fall out of her mouth and dangle between her cleavage.

Out of the five, she was front and center, on display and in charge. Chrysalis was the only one wearing a crown anymore, instead the rest all had prominent black collars that matched her chitin with small emblems of their cutie marks in the center. She’d also fashioned their restraints into stylish accessories , turning the unsightly horn binding rings into diamond wedding rings for all of them, and keeping their wing restraints simple gold-hued wing bindings.

At first glance, it looked like five girls having fun for a picture, but the longer one looked, the more apparent the truth became. It was hidden, and hard to tell, but when the picture was closely scrutinized, it would be clear they were her slaves, and this wasn’t some sort of pathetic equal relationship or game. She’d won. Long, long ago she’d won, and they were completely hers now.

It was the perfect picture of a changeling queen.

Chrysalis let a single drop of drool run down her tongue to add to the picture. The tongue was an important piece. It was the piece that said “I’ve been here a long time. These girls are mine. I’ve tasted their insides and left them sticky, obedient, and begging for more. I’m the one in charge. And if you’re good, too, maybe I’ll let you play with us.”

The camera clicked.

Chrysalis took a deep breath of the heady air and then laughed in revelry. It was filled with the familiar scent of her four eager debauchees mingled with the personal scent of one debaucher.

Everything was just perfect, and it was about to get so much better.

Author's Note

Inspired by a super tasty picture from TwistedScarlet. Check out their patreon! It's, uhh... NSFW, so be careful on clicking things once you're there!

https://www.patreon.com/TwistedScarlett?ty=h5

Maybe I'll do more of this? I've got too many projects, and this was sort of a spur of the moment thing, but I really enjoyed it. Decisions...

It's incomplete for now! Let me know what you think in the comments!

Lesson 2: Take lots of pictures

Chrysalis just lay on her back, laughing maniacally as her pets stayed in their poses, continuing to face the camera.

It was all just so wonderfully amusing! She could feel them, all of them, feeding her just a little love even as she used them like simple props. Four of the most powerful ponies in the world, heck four of the most powerful beings, and they were hers!

Cadence was a light trickle of love, barely there at all, Twilight was a constant eager stream, Luna was a surprisingly thick and warm flow, and Celestia’s love came through in reluctant bursts. Each was delicious in their own way. And she wasn’t even fucking them yet!

As she lay on her back, basking in the glow of their love and dangling her legs off the bed, she slowly stopped laughing. It still amazed her how truly perfect everything was now. After an eternity of struggling in the badlands, uncountable defeats, and utter humiliation, she had finally done it. It still seemed surreal to her, some days she simply couldn’t believe it. Of course, a quick trip to her harem, or a reassuring moment with her husband would usually settle her nerves.

The camera clicked again, catching her flat on her back and staring listlessly at the ceiling as her pets continued to pose. She chuckled at their continued obedience. She didn’t doubt that even Celestia had maintained her absurd position, exposing her naked flesh to the occasionally clicking camera. If she left them like this, Cadence would eventually be the first to give in. She’d likely begin molesting Luna, simply because the mare was close enough. Luna would try to maintain her composure, but wouldn’t last. Cadence could be very motivating when she wanted to be.

Celestia would give in next, simply easing her body to the bed when it became apparent that Chrysalis wasn’t going to chastise them. She’d frown at her sister and Cadence, but wouldn’t say anything. Then she’d turn to Twilight and wait a few minutes before gently encouraging Twilight to give up her pose. Twilight would last another hour or so, assuming Cadence didn’t get distracted by her, before Celestia would manage to get her to stop posing. Twilight was nothing if not determined.

Chrysalis considered letting this play its course without her, but decided to act instead. She’d captured the picture easier than she’d anticipated, why not get a few more slightly more saucy ones? Surely Shining would enjoy a few more risqué captures. The camera continued to click, roughly every thirty seconds or so it went off.

She had one of those new fancy cameras that used a crystal to record the images, so it would probably keep clicking until it ran out of magic. She guessed that would be a few hours at the earliest, and potentially all the way to morning. That should be more than enough time for her to get some fun in.

Luckily, the lighting in the room was soft, and while there were some shadows, the pictures would all be at least fixable with a little bit of processing. That’s what she had changeling minions for nowadays anyways.

Gone were the frightful days of struggling for food, and gone were the days of hunting for survival. Sure, there were still sport hunters amongst the changelings. Chrysalis herself was one of the most lauded. But changeling society had advanced with the capture of Equestria and the Crystal Empire. They’d moved beyond being hunter gatherers, and become farmers. And ponies… Chrysalis licked her lips at the darkly amusing thought… ponies were their livestock.

Her personal menagerie was extensive, her husband was just the start of it, but these particular ponies here weren’t just to eat. No, these ponies were here for fun.

They were her pets. They were animals that she kept out of the stockyards, out of the cocoon caverns. Chrysalis mused aloud.

“Cadie, dear. Why does one keep pets?”

Cadence undoubtedly grinned at the question, but Chrysalis didn’t bother to look.

“Why, to pet of course, Chrissy.”

Chrysalis chuckled. “And Lulu? What’s your take on pets?”

Luna spoke calmly, her heavy breathing having stopped a while ago. “Pets are kept to provide a level of comfort. That level is up to their owner to decide, Chrissy.”

Chrysalis hummed. What an insightful answer. “And Twily? What are pets for?”

Twilight pulled her tongue in, and spoke eagerly. “Pets are usually domesticated animals, kept for some function by their owner. They’re treated with care because they provide some utility, but inevitably good pet owners foster relationships with their pets. Oftentimes, pets are more loyal than direct subordinates in all other social hierarchy's. Given time, pets are often amongst your best friends, Chrissy.”

Laughter filled the room as Chrysalis was amused by Twilight’s answer. “Ha! I highly doubt my pets are more loyal than my minions. Still, a very good answer Twily.”

She took a deep breath. Why not ask? She was in a good mood. “Celestia? What’s your opinion?”

Celestia spoke slowly and carefully. “Pets are kept for a variety of reasons. Clearly. However, pets are a charge of their owners. It’s their owners responsibility to ensure their well being. Poor owners will have poor pets, Chrysalis. Just as poor farmers will have a poor harvest.”

Chrysalis scooted up the bed, and laid on her back next to Celestia, leaning up against the pillows on the headboard. Celestia didn’t turn her head to look, instead staying obediently in the pose that Chrysalis had put her in.

Slowly, she ran a delicate hand through Celestia’s hair, watching as the sparkling strands slipped through her fingers. “I agree with you, Celestia. Although I would guess that your definition of a ‘poor’ owner is vastly different than mine.”

Celestia answered calmly. “Perhaps.”

Chrysalis continued to muse as she moved her hand lightly over Celestia’s shoulder, softly tracing up and down her arm. “I feel a poor owner is one who neglects their charge. One who fails to properly… ” She reached over and gently grabbed Celestia’s chin, turning the mare to look her in the face. “… train them.”

Obediently, Celestia focused her eyes on Chrysalis and Chrysalis adopted the look that she’d spent so long practicing with her pets.

Celestia’s eyelids fluttered, and her breath grew rapid and shallow.

Chrysalis maintained the look as she spoke in a low voice. “And dear, dear Celestia. Do you feel well trained?”

Celestia briefly bit her lip, and her eyes shook as she briefly glanced away, only to be drawn back into Chrysalis’s gaze. “I… yes…”

Her voice faltered, and Chrysalis cheated just a little by letting go of her chin and slowly sliding her hand down Celestia’s neck. Celestia’s heart was racing, Chrysalis could feel hot blood running under her pet’s collar.

Celestia’s ears flicked submissively back, pinning to her head as she continued chewing lightly on her lower lip. Her flushed face was slowly growing more red by the moment, but Chrysalis wasn’t in any hurry. This took time, and she had time.

She had all the time in the world.

Chrysalis watched as Celestia’s shallow breaths grew heavier over the span of a few minutes, tracing her fingers across Celestia’s collarbone. Her other pets stayed dutifully still and silent. They would get their turns soon enough. The look took the longest on Celestia, all the other girls would have been well on their way by now, especially her sister. Luna deeply enjoyed being submissive to Chrysalis, and was likely fantasizing about her right now.

Like many things with Luna, Celestia was the opposite. She needed a little encouragement. A little reminder here and there.

“Tia, Tia, Tia… Don’t fight. Remember our training? Why don’t you tell me that you remember our training.”

Celestia’s eyes relaxed, growing soft and wet as an uncharacteristic timidity took over her. She whispered back between deep breaths, leaning slightly towards Chrysalis. “I remember...” Her mouth opened so she could breathe easier, and her tongue slid wetly across her inner lips.

Chrysalis hid a smirk as Celestia resumed her slow fall into ecstasy once again. Carefully, she lowered her hand down Celestia’s collarbone and traced teasingly around Celestia’s chest. While Chrysalis and Celestia could make this happen with just the look and a few well placed words, they didn’t need to. A little physical affection would be fun for everybody.

The love flowing from Celestia reluctantly grew into a steady flow instead of the stuttering pulses Chrysalis usually fed off of. That was a sure sign that Celestia had given in, and it was one of Chrysalis’s favorite feelings. One of these days, Celestia would fully submit to her and she’d always get to taste the full flow of love. Until then, these moments were…

Delicious.

“Is my reluctant pet feeling a little more amorous now?”

Celestia nodded, afraid to speak. Chrysalis and Celestia knew that once she spoke, she’d be unable to hide the need in her voice. They stared at each other as Celestia searched Chrysalis’s eyes, waiting as her breath grew heavier and hotter. Then she blinked, and began to shudder.

Chrysalis shook her head side to side, causing Celestia to plead with her eyes. “No. Not yet.”

Celestia was growing desperate, her body was quivering, and her hands were shaking as she struggled to hold herself back while she held herself open for the camera.

Click

Chrysalis smirked. That was going to be a picture she cherished for quite some time.

“P… P… Ple…” Celestia shuddered, clearly fighting to keep herself from begging for release, some small semblance of pride still hiding deep inside of her. Chrysalis would crush it one of these days, but until then, she’d enjoy the spectacle of Celestia’s struggle.

Leaning in, she whispered to Celestia. “No need to beg, Tia. Just call me by name. That’s all it takes.” Chrysalis dipped her long, snakelike tongue into Celestia’s ear, ignoring the bitter taste as she felt Celestia’s will collapse. “That’s all it ever takes.”

Celestia let out a pained choke, fighting back as Chrysalis gave a slow, strong pinch to her nipple.

Time was up. Chrysalis wanted to catch the next click. “Say my name, Tia. I’m not asking anymore.”

Celestia spoke, first with a needy whisper, and then with a culminating scream. “Chrissy. Your name is Chrissy!” Her body shook violently, and her hands massaged her inner thighs and lower abdomen, careful not to touch her quivering pussy.

Chrysalis met her eyes as her pupils dilated, and Celestia gasped for breath. Licking her lips, Chrysalis watched Celestia thrust lewdly up into the air, spraying the back of Twilight’s legs with her sweet, obscene nectar. The orgasmic alicorn grunted as she squeezed her body, making three or four loud, wet squelches with her spewing pussy.

Click

The love came in a torrent, matching her gratuitous ejaculation. That was something that Chrysalis quite enjoyed from Celestia. Her hot love was intoxicating in its own right, and would be a bounty fit for a queen on its own. But why not savor the entire bouquet?

Chrysalis rolled on top of Celestia, facing her and easing her back into the mattress. As Celestia’s heated tremors calmed, Chrysalis slid down her body and took a heady breath of the alicorn's quivering hot pussy.

Celestia was beautiful, there was no argument otherwise. And now, Chrysalis was going to enjoy every aspect of her. Like sipping a familiar and favorite wine, Chrysalis dipped her long tongue into Celestia’s sticky folds and felt her cheeks flush in rapture.

The folds were slick, soaked in Celestia’s hot ejaculation, and Chrysalis feasted on the slime from her pet goddess. Maybe in a different life Celestia would have resisted in some way, maybe she would have acquiesced after she was swayed by Chrysalis’s gentle and studied ministrations. But here, there was no question. There was no hesitation as Chrysalis delved into Celestia’s deepest depths, pressing her muzzle firmly against the mare’s pubis as her tongue stretched to it’s fullest length.

There was no mystery here. Chrysalis and Celestia both knew how this would play out. Chrysalis felt Celestia’s twitching, hot vagina squeeze lewdly around her tongue as she bent and probed to exactly the right place. And once the tongue was in place, Chrysalis waited, using her lips to play with Celestia’s flesh as her tongue filled the pulsing cavity.

The love that Chrysalis drank was full bore devotion at this point. Celestia’s will had crumbled entirely for now, so it was merely a matter of waiting for her to gather enough wits. Once Celestia was ready, she’d let Chrysalis know. Until then, Chrysalis was content to savor her meal, and relished her senses. The love was hot, heavy and filling. Celestia’s cavity was wonderfully sticky and squishy, and her beautiful body was shivering as it caught its breath. The smell of sex, hormones, and sweat permeated the room now, and Celestia’s quiet, desperate gasps were delightful.

Chrysalis took a long, slow slurp of Celestia, and savored everything that she was, content to simply experience her pet for a while.

Click

Celestia’s low and melodic voice broke Chrysalis’s divine meditation. “Chrissy… I’m ready for you to fuck me now.”

Chrysalis was almost startled. She’d forgotten what she was doing in her bliss. Reluctantly she internally admitted that perhaps it was time to move on.

Her long tongue began to thrust, spreading and forcing Celestia’s compliant flesh to conform to Chrysalis’s deviant will. With a devious rhythm, Chrysalis firmly stroked upward with her tongue, being rewarded with a loud wet squelch and a throaty moan from Celestia.

“Ooh… Chrissy… yes…”

Chrysalis intimately and devotedly cared for her pet’s needs; in return…

She fed.

Click

Author's Note

Eh... I meant to write more for this bit. But whatevs. Have a little Celestia domination.

Please, leave comments with what you think! I love me some negative comments, and discussion starting comments.

So I just oneced over this thing and it needs some love. It's not very hot for something thats 70% sex scene, and I found a bunch of weird typos. Let me know if you guys see anything.... out of place. I'm probly gonna fix it in a bit, it's small, so it shouldn't take long. But whatevs. lol.

Lesson 3: Capture the moment

Celestia’s body was radiating an almost uncomfortable heat, and Chrysalis simply had no more room for love at the moment; instead of hunger she was feeling a very pleasant sensation of fullness.

How wonderful that was. Back before she’d managed to conquer the ponies, she hadn’t even known she could feel full. She honestly had assumed that she was some sort of ever hungry monster cursed to eternal starvation. But it turned out that she really just needed a huge amount of love for the hunger to abate. And raw gluttony, like she’d been practicing lately, would allow her to actually feel full!

It was a good thing she was a changeling, otherwise she’d worry about all that love going straight to her thighs! As it was, most of her holes had filled in, and she looked less like a starving monster she had been and more like the regal queen she was becoming. Appearances, it seemed, really did reflect some truth now.

That was such an odd concept for a changeling to internalize, but she really had. She was proud of her natural look now. Even her minions seemed more full, less vicious, and more civilized in their natural forms. Some had even stopped hissing.

While Chrysalis looked vibrant, Celestia simply looked exhausted. Sweat had been running off her body for a while now, and the mattress was utterly soaked both from their joint activities and Celestia’s feverish sweating. Chrysalis was quite sure that poor Celestia had been drooling as well. How delightful. She hoped that she’d managed to get it all on camera.

Click.

Slurping her long tongue out of Celestia’s abused cavity caused the almost catatonic goddess to groan. Amused, she gave Celestia’s clit one final lick, but molesting the throbbing swollen nub seemed to have no noticeable effect on the mare. The poor thing was too exhausted to even twitch, and probably didn’t have much feeling left there anyways.

She slightly smirked as she raised up to look the ravaged goddess over. “You’ve had enough, Tia. Well, I’ve had enough at least. I’d say the other girls have waited long enough to have some fun.” Chrysalis climbed slowly up Celestia’s burning body, and carefully laid down so they would be face to face. Or, at least they would be if Celestia could hold her head up. Instead it was turned to the side as she lay with her tongue hanging out on the mattress. Chrysalis was undeterred, and instead snuggled up into her, face down into Celestia’s mane on the other side.

This was nice. Celestia was still radiating heat beneath her, and Chrysalis didn’t mind the sweat or bodily fluids she’d smeared all over both of them. Changelings never minded bodily fluids, and it even felt pleasant in a soggy sort of way. Celestia’s heaving breaths were reassuring, like the constant motion of a good, healthy changeling hive. Chrysalis took a deep breath of her pet's mane, and was rewarded with a myriad of scents. Flowers, summer dew, fresh earth, any number of daytime wonders could be found in Celestia’s mane if she lingered long enough.

But lingering could wait a moment. Her other pets were being so patient, they needed to be rewarded. Keeping her face pleasantly buried, she spoke out with a muffled voice. “Have some fun, Girls. I’m going to rest a little and snuggle with Tia here.”

Cadence acted quickly, Chrysalis could tell from Luna’s quick “meep”. The two thumped down on the bed next to Celestia and Chrysalis, and sent tremors through the mattress as Cadence quickly got to work. Chrysalis hoped Celestia was keeping her eyes open to watch her sister and niece revel in the same debauchery she’d just enjoyed.

She could imagine what it was like. Too exhausted to move properly, laying on her back with her tongue out as her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Her vision would be fuzzy, at first she’d see just movement. But then the details would come in. Colors would soak into the whitewashed scene, that would be the first inkling. But her mind wouldn’t be able to piece it together just yet. The colors would match up with movements, and the throbbing in her ears would lessen. Then the colors would get brighter, and shapes would appear.

She’d realize that she was seeing her sister, lying on her back and being loudly fucked by her deviant niece. Then the sounds would start to make sense. She’d hear coos, and moans. Maybe a few wet slurps and smacks as Cadence used her fingers to play Luna like an obscene instrument. Celestia would watch, unable to look away.

Slowly, it would all come cleanly into focus, until Luna would look at her.

And then Luna would smile.

Chrysalis shivered in sublime ecstasy at the thought. She had done wonderful things to these mares.

Terrible, terrible, wonderful things.

Speaking of, she felt a pair of hands grasp her ankles. Twilight’s voice was laden with anticipation. “May I, Chrissy?”

Chrysalis didn’t answer with words. Instead she scooted up just a bit, sticking her ass up as she put her legs to the side of Celestia to straddle her and give Twilight clear access to what she wanted.

Twilight responded by sliding her hands up Chrysalis’s legs, and then wrapping them under Chrysalis’s thighs as she unceremoniously buried her face in Chrysalis’s now exposed pussy.

Click.

Twilight wasn’t one for pomp and presentation. When she had something to do, she did it. She wasn’t hasty, far from it--she loved to prepare-- but once she had what she needed, she jumped right in. And Twilight already had exactly what she needed.

Permission.

Chrysalis sighed in pleasant contentment as she felt Twilight’s tongue and lips go to work. She would swear the girl was using magic to cheat somehow, but her wedding ring kept her magic at bay. As twilight licked, a particularly electrifying nibble pleasantly jolted her inner thigh and caused Chrysalis to coo.

No, that was definitely magic.

It happened again, causing Chrysalis to draw rapid, hungry breaths, and moan into Celestia’s ear. She’d figure out the details later. If Twilight was going to use magic like this, maybe Chrysalis would consider transitioning her wedding ring into a less magic restrictive material anyways.

Luna groaned particularly loudly and the bed stilled for a moment as Cadence paused her assault to taunt her. “Did you cum already, Aunty Lulu? How naughty. And with Aunty Tia watching too… Hmm… Lets do that again.”

Twilight didn’t even pause to glance. Cadence fucking Luna silly was hardly novel, and certainly was not worth being distracted from her task. Of course, Cadence fucking anything silly was a mundanity. If anything, it only encouraged Twilight to be more focused. She wanted to show off how hard she’d studied, and being shown up by Cadence wasn’t how she was going to do that.

Chrysalis always encouraged a little competition between the two. She figured it was healthy for them to compete to keep them engaged and focused.

Twilight’s mouth seemed to grow hungrier in the silence, tasting more of Chrysalis’s flesh and pressing deeper into her core. Chrysalis shuddered. Competition was certainly healthy for her.

As Twilight did her best to please her mistress, Chrysalis refocused her attention on Celestia. She seemed aware again, finally, even if she was still watching Cadence and Luna’s vivid and pornographic embraces.

Chrysalis swallowed a deep moan, whispering a taunt. “Ohh… Hmm…. Want to join them, Tia?”

Celestia didn’t answer right away. She turned her head away from her sister to look straight up at the ceiling as Chrysalis continued to bury herself in Celestia’s shoulder and neck. Slowly, Celestia wrapped her arms around Chrysalis’s torso like one might embrace a lover. Chrysalis responded by hotly nibbling on Celestia’s neck, just like Twilight was nibbling on her clit.

Click.

“I’m… pathetic.” Celestia’s voice was hollow.

Twilight lightly bit Chrysalis, causing her to throatily moan into Celestia’s neck. Chrysalis was getting close, and Twilight wasn’t relenting.

“How could I have let it get this far, Chrissy?” Celestia sounded far away, and she squeezed Chrysalis tightly, looking for comfort.

Luna screamed through grit teeth, and Cadence laughed victoriously.

Chrysalis lifted her head to look Celestia in the eyes as Twilight ate just a little bit more eagerly out of her. Chrysalis’s eyes briefly rolled back, but she managed to hold herself up.

Celestia relaxed her grip, and gently massaged Chrysalis’s back, searching her mistress’s eyes. “How could I let you win… like this?”

The comforting hands relaxed and soothed Chrysalis as she came, arching her back into the strong embrace. Biting her lip, she smirked confidently at Celestia as Twilight brought her over the edge, eagerly slurping and delving into her dripping body like a pig gorging at a feed trough. Chrysalis narrowed her eyes aggressively as she lurched forward and kissed Celestia deep, thrusting her tongue down Celestia’s throat.

Celestia hungrily met the kiss, wrapping her lips around Chrysalis’s, and breathing heavily into her lungs before her throat was violently plugged by Chrysalis’s tongue.

Celestia didn’t gag; none of them ever did anymore.

They stayed like that for an eternity as a brief, mindless euphoria wracked Chrysalis, exalting the very core of her being. Her tongue was thrust fully down Celestia’s throat, smearing Celestia’s own thick juices around her mouth like some fat wriggling worm boring into her and defiling her flesh. Twilight was buried in Chrysalis’s cunt, trying to breath in her mistress’s flesh as she continued to suck on whatever wet nubs and flaps of flesh she could fit in her mouth. Luna and Cadence were starting another round, and it sounded like Cadence had both her hands buried in the Lunar mare.

Click.

And then it was over.

Chrysalis gently slipped out of Celestia’s throat as Twilight continued her ministrations, now careful to use a soft touch like Chrysalis had trained her. Chrysalis took a moment to catch her breath, swallowing and looking around the room. Luna was on her side, staring at Celestia and Chrysalis. Cadence was focused on Luna, roughly molesting both Luna’s pussy and her asshole, while pulling Luna’s tail with her mouth. Luna was smiling contently, with that soft almost innocent look in her eyes as she moaned again, briefly locking eyes with Chrysalis.

Chrysalis looked over her shoulder to see Twilight’s hair intermingled with her tail as the girl began to pick up speed. Twilight’s horn jutted from in between a few strands of hair, and she saw a spark run through the horn, jumping over the inhibitor ring. A sharp tingle ran through her body as Twilight’s tongue became delightfully electrified.

Sucking in a surprised, but pleased, breath, Chrysalis cooed again, and then looked back down at her favorite toy.

Celestia was staring at Chrysalis with wide, wet, beautiful eyes.

Click.

Chrysalis smiled. Tonight was shaping up to be just perfect.

Author's Note

Answering questions? Fuck that. Have some more poorly written pornography. That's it for this night. If this story picks up, it'll pick up on a different night of activities. Alternate last lines:

Chrysalis smiled. It was going to be a long, fun night.

Chrysalis smiled. Everything was just perfect.

Chrysalis smiled for the camera. (realized she wasn't looking at the camera...)

Chrysalis smiled. Tonight was going to be the best night ever.

Chrysalis smiled the same smile she did every night, lately.

Chrysalis smiled. Shining was going enjoy their anniversary present. Whether he wanted to or not.

Chrysalis smiled as she stared into her reluctant lovers eyes.

And so on.

This was hastily written, and super not edited. Literally all I did was a spell check. Please, please let me know if you see anything or have any corrections. Also, probably not hot again. Sorry.

Lesson 4: Use a dark-room to process

The pictures were being hung in the darkroom to dry as Chrysalis was watching the initial picture firm up in the soft green glow of the room’s special lights. There were absolutely some worth keeping, quite a few in fact. She’d probably add this storage crystal to her long term collection. Some the other pictures didn't come out that well, and would need more work even if they were still keepers. For instance, the light glinted in an unexpected way off of Celestia's obscene and humiliating fountain, but Chrysalis was determined to make that particular picture work--if only to show it to Celestia.

The initial shot had come out perfect, and the only photo-work needed on that one was clearing up a few blemishes, and hiding the sheen on Cadence’s naughty hands. It seemed that with the right prep work, she could collect much higher quality images than she’d managed before.

The only odd thing about her planned picture was that she swore there was a tiny face underneath Cadence’s heel in the picture. Deciding it must be a trick of the light, Chrysalis let it stay. It was such a small detail that it's absurdity almost added to the realism of picture.

All her pets looked nice in the photo, but her eyes kept being drawn back to Luna. Her languid stretching, flushed face, and gentle curves just begged for more attention. Chrysalis hummed in contemplation. The lay of the picture actually encouraged it. Eyes tended to start high and left, and focused on bright things. Inevitably, the first thing noticed would be Celestia’s face. Then the eyes would scan across the top, getting each Mare’s bright eyes, even Chrysalis’s emerald green orbs drew in her attention.

As the eyes moved right, the general tone of the picture got darker, encouraging them to scan again from the left, this time across the middle of the picture. Here, the eyes would wander, dancing across each pet’s little treasures, pausing at Chrysalis’s dark elegant form, sliding past Cadence’s reserved pose, and then settling comfortably on Luna.

Here was the problem. Luna’s pose encouraged the eyes to travel back up, and then, you saw her eyes again. This time, you stared, lost in their crystal blue promises. If she had a more eager face like Cadence, you’d know what she wanted. If she had a frown like Celestia, you’d know how she felt. Instead, you saw only a curious, surprisingly warm gaze that was plastered on a flushed face.

Chrysalis had a deeper understanding of Luna’s motivations, but the camera did not. It gave an air of mystery to the mare that the others lacked, subtly unbalancing the picture in an unexpected way.

Licking her lips as she focused, she realized what the issue was.

Luna, for all her indecencies, still managed to look innocent, even as she was recovering from a sinful moment of pleasure forced upon her by Cadence’s dangerous fingers.

Chrysalis was a master of body language, and even she was impressed. She knew it wasn’t intentional, it was just how Luna was. Slightly distant, but very passionate in her own way. Smiling fondly at the image, Chrysalis remembered how she’d first defeated Luna…

()()()

Panting from exertion, Chrysalis stomped on the blue scythe that lay at her feet, shattering the shaft and sending the blade skittering off to the side. She flexed her clawed gloves, glad the etherium laced weapons had held up enough to match the goddess’s blade. She’d known that she had the magic and endurance to withstand Luna’s assault after draining everybody in the little town and that pathetic castle, but she hadn’t been sure about Luna’s fabled blade. The damn thing had changed shape so many times during their battle that Chrysalis had nearly been struck thrice!

The only reason she’d survived at all was due to her mastery of shapeshifting. As long as she was faster, the weapon couldn’t hit her. She’d have to investigate it later. It put her shape conforming gloves to shame in its flexibility, but their easy wielding and durability had won out. It was unsurprisingly incredibly difficult to knock gloves out of somebody’s hands.

Amusingly enough, the tipping blow had come from Chrysalis’s left breast. Luna had her pinned to the floor, and up until then Chrysalis had only used her shapeshifting for defense. When she realized that Luna was attempting to overpower her, and might actually succeed with that damn weapon, she’d gotten creative. Her breast had lunged forward, striking the mare in her eye and surprising her just long enough for Chrysalis to knock the weapon out of Luna’s hands.

The tables momentarily turned, and Chrysalis didn’t give her a chance to recover. Blow after blow was struck as Chrysalis burned a seemingly insane amount of magic to beat the goddess down once and for all. Her etherium claws left deep tears in the alicorn's body, and her heavy blows pummeled her foe into the stone floor, cracking it and sending sprays of stone dust and rubble up with each heavy blow down.

By the time she was done, she’d burned it all. Everything she’d gotten from that town, the royal castle, and even a little more. It hadn’t been pretty, it hadn’t been glorious, and it had certainly been underhanded. She'd even been seriously injured while taking minor blows to avoid major ones. Chrysalis spit some green blood on the floor.

But in the end, she’d won. Luna lay bloodied and bruised in a crater of marble rubble, her blood shimmering in the moonlight as she lay still and unbreathing.

The last threat had been dealt with. Hundreds of pairs of eyes blinked from the shadows as a black tide crept across the floor of the room towards Luna. Chrysalis’s children crawled silently from the darkened corners, swarming the floor, and smothering the princess of the moon under her dimming night sky.

Chrysalis looked up at the darkening moon and fading stars, announcing her victory with an elated laugh.

()()()()

The picture waved in the light breeze, snapping Chrysalis out of her daze. She chuckled in twisted amusement at the memory. She’d never had a fight like that before, and she would never again. She was so much more powerful now. To Luna’s credit, the goddess was indestructible. Chrysalis had known this at the start, and the goddess’s body had been quickly secreted to a cocoon next to her sister deep in the changeling hive. Come the next night, the goddess had woken up, rage and shame in her eyes.

Even now, when she looked at the Luna in the picture she saw the brutish fury and deathly precision hiding just under her skin. That creature was far more dangerous than any of her other pets.

Luna looked innocent. But only Chrysalis and Celestia knew just how wrong that was.

Her eyes were drawn down Luna’s body, and the rested on her firm breasts, and the delectable space just in between. Luna’s fall in battle had just been the beginning.

()()()()

It had been several months since Chrysalis had won, and she was re-organizing pony society and changeling society to better suit the new supply and demand situation. Notably, she was making a stay in the cocoon caverns mandatory for all ponies. Of course, most ponies had issues with this. But the issues were being corrected.

She had tried to explain that it was temporary, and that every pony would only have to serve a year or two, but so many had dissented at the announcement. They were acting like animals! You’d think they weren’t civilized at all.

As it stood, the caverns were so full up with prisoners and captives that she hadn’t bothered to even collect any of her new pony citizens yet. With every rebellion, her larders grew larger. And as they grew, she consumed more.

Chrysalis had never been as powerful as she was then, and it was only looking like she’d get even more powerful. The last serious attempt at rebellion had been right at the start, only a day after Luna’s capture. One of her own changelings had helped a rag-tag team of two ponies, and a draconique of all things, infiltrate her hive. She’d put them down violently, and now their cocoons hung from the roof of her throne room as a reminder to all other would be rebels. The changeling traitor had left her so upset and bereft that she’d sought comfort from a familiar pony.

Shining Armor. He’d nearly married her once before, so it was simple enough to ensorcel him with her newfound magical reserves. He’d been kind, he’d been caring, and most of all, he’d been loving. She’d had quite a bit of fun with Shining, and taught him all sorts of wonderful new tricks.

That’s when she realized that she wanted to keep him as her pet. She decided that he would marry her, and be hers forever. There was a wedding, there was cake, there were guests. And after, well, there was a honeymoon. And Chrysalis put the “honey” in honeymoon. She made sure that Shining Armor experienced things he'd never even dreamed of before everything from the standard stallion fantasies to dark, sweet, and secret pleasures of the flesh. She turned him into quite the hunky freak. By the time the honeymoon was over, she almost didn't need her mind control spell.

Then, one day while basking in his sweet sticky love, she’d gotten the idea of “why not more pets?” After talking it over with Shining, he was more than eager to include his previous lover in their little bedroom (and throne room, bathroom, hallway, courtyard, marketplace, etc.) antics. So she’d approached Cadence’s cocoon together with Shining, and had a long heart to heart with Cadence. She even gave her a few shows--demonstrations of the fun she was missing out on.

Cadence wasn’t too keen at first, but Chrysalis was determined. She had Cadence removed from her cocoon, properly restrained of course, and then chained to a bed. Chrysalis and Shining attempted to persuade Cadence to join them over the course of a few weeks. As the weeks wore on, the examples progressed from simply graphic to intense and emotionally charged displays of dark passion. For some reason that seemed to depress the mare instead of impress her.

One frustrating day, Cadence only stared blankly forward, refusing to respond to even a slap. Halfway through Chrysalis's and Shining's particularly enjoyable example, Cadence had simply gone limp against the headboard. Her magically enchanted eyes were still forced open, but they seemed empty of thought, and when Chrysalis tried to feed from her, her emotional link was simply dead, not forced close like usual. Chrysalis decided to change her tactics, clearly they were boring Cadence to death. So she use a little magic to enchant Cadence instead. She had meant to use just a little, but Cadence suddenly fought back surprisingly hard, and she may have used a little too much.

It was hard to tell with these things sometimes, and you had to make quick decisions on the fly.

Either way, Chrysalis’s second (or did that make it third? Did the first count?) wedding soon went off without a hitch. Or, rather, they got hitched. And then they’d had so much fun together. Shining Armor was Chrysalis’s husband, and Cadence was her wife. Sometimes Cadence would get upset though, so Chrysalis would pump just a little more magic into her to make sure she stayed happy. A happy wife was a happy life after all.

Unfortunately, by the end of the honeymoon Chrysalis had noticed that something was wrong. Cadence was acting strangely, and not in the way Chrysalis had wanted. Chrysalis realized that Cadence’s mark had changed, and it seemed to represent broken love or something inane and useless like that. The important thing was that Cadence lost the ability of her love magic, and Chrysalis may have gotten a little depressed once she realized that it might have been her fault. She wasn't fully convinced, but it was a possibility not worth discounting just yet. When her changelings had investigated, they didn't say that it was her fault, just that perhaps Cadence had experienced a little too much emotional trauma and control magic. Those things could have been from anything! Maybe Cadence didn't like the rose petal and saffron soup she'd had that day.

Regardless of the exact reason for Cadence's issue, Chrysalis decided that there had to be a better way to make her willing to play along; some other way to deal with Cadence’s poor attitude. That’s when she’d come up with the idea of training. Ponies acted just like animals, so maybe it would work. Unsurprisingly, it did.

Chrysalis controlled all of the sticks, all of the carrots, and even looked beyond classical conditioning. She delved into autonomous nervous system training, mild hypnotism, and straight up lessons. One particular experiment that caught her eye was from a book on famous pony psychologists. It detailed how to teach a dog to salivate to the sound of a bell, so when the bell was wrung the dog would drool uncontrollably . Chrysalis thought that marvelous, so she used the techniques described to teach Cadence how to salivate when she saw Chrysalis use a certain look.

Of course, she didn't need Cadence to salivate from her mouth--that would be useless. She needed Cadence to salivate from her pussy. Perhaps salivate was the wrong word, but nonetheless, it worked.

Once Cadence's training began to show fruition, Chrysalis realized there were so many applications that it was mind boggling. Specifically, she had an idea for a new research project, something that she could write a book on like those famous pony psychologists. Only, her book would be for changelings and about ponies. She would call the book "Project Livestock: Your Food And You!"

She would make her little ponies realize what kind of animals they really were, and then these silly rebellions would stop.

But she needed a new pony to try out her ideas on first, something to prove it could work on anypony. As she hummed through the thought one starless night, the darkened moon caught her eye, and she remembered Luna’s fury. The goddess was might incarnate, even if nobody else knew it, and if the idea could work on Luna, it could work on anypony.

The only question was how to get to Luna in the first place. Chrysalis didn’t want to break her like she had Cadence, she needed a different plan. So she decided to study Luna.

Months passed, and she spent her spare time training Cadence and studying the goddess of the night. It had been about a year since her victory now, and she had made a discovery. While searching the empty night sky with a new telescope that one of her changelings had come up with for her (it had a morphic crystal that responded to fluctuations in light. Honestly, new changeling technology was getting beyond her knowledge now) she noticed something peculiar.

The night sky wasn’t as empty as it seemed. With her newfound telescope, she could see stars hidden behind some dark miasma. And now that she could see them, she tried to touch them. She had beaten Luna, so if Luna could do it, so could she.

She reached with her magic deep into a cold void that seemed to extend forever. She strained that night, pushing as far out as she could, extending her magical snare into the depths of space to catch a star for herself. After hours of trying, she was about to give up when it happened. Her magic felt something warm, distant, and alive.

And it was beautiful.

Chrysalis took up star gazing in earnest then, perfecting her starsnare spell and her telescope as well. She’d call the changeling inventor at odd hours of the night, demanding a new feature, maybe a second lens or to make a new color of light that could only be felt with magic visible to her eyes. Every time, he pulled through, and by the next night she’d have the specified upgrade.

The magic feeding her was feeding her race as well. They were growing, changing into something greater. And she was their guide, their pathfinder, and their guardian.

One day she’d curiously tried to grasp the sun with her spell, only to have it burn her horn most unpleasantly. Scorning daylight, she decided to focus on the treasures of the night for now. One thing at a time after all.

Then, one night while she was laying on a balcony being attended to by both her pets, she was casually flinging her starsnare spell into space and feeling stars while she was being felt. It was a magical, almost spiritual experience, but more importantly led to something amazing.

She had found something, something that wasn’t a star. Feeling it, poking it, prodding it, she realized what it was. It was a hole. An ever hungry monster in space that would consume everything in its reach, even light itself. Shuddering, she felt more of it with her spell. She caressed it, stroked it, and watched it hungrily feed.

Chrysalis had found something in the night sky that was her. She felt a strange kinship with the ever hungry hole, so far away and alone. Always consuming, always destroying, and dark as void in the night. Not to mention powerful. There was certainly a vain likeness to be found in it, and she was instantly enthralled.

Of all the things she’d ever found, nothing compared to this monster; this thing so far away with such an incredible power.

She had to have it for herself.

Jumping to her feet, she suddenly abandoned her pets, surprising and confusing them as she ran to Luna in excitement.

When she explained what she’d done, what she’d found, Luna was less than pleased. Luna begged her to leave the thing alone.

Chrysalis hadn’t listened to a word of it, she'd only grinned slyly and left.

Time passed. Until one day, it was done.

“Luna… I’ve done it.” Chrysalis smiled with glee as Luna looked at her darkly from the cocoon and then slowly gestured in frustration.

“Oh… Yes, the spell.” Chrysalis cast the spell that allowed her to hear Luna speak.

“I hope you have not done what I think you’ve done, Chrysalis.” Luna frowned.

Chrysalis began to giggle. “I have, Luna. I have. It’s power is mine.”

Luna closed her eyes and clenched her fist. “Chrysalis, do not play with this thing. Abandon your quest. The sky is filled with beauty worthy of your attention. This monster that you call friend will end us all if you allow it.”

Chrysalis laughed. “Friend? Luna, you still dearly misunderstand… I do not have friends. I have toys. I have pets. I have children. But friends?”

Luna tried to bow in the cocoon. “Please. I beg of you. Do not allow it purchase here. You do not understand what you’re playing with.”

Chrysalis scoffed. “I don’t understand? Do you think I believe it a demon or something equally inane? That I can command it to perform a task? I understand it, Luna. It’s a hole. I understand holes. It’s a hole for everything and a hole in everything, even time and space.”

Luna grew still, raising her head solemnly. “I have watched as they destroyed worlds, enveloped stars, and consumed galaxies, Chrysalis. Your hole would end countless entities. Nothing, not even you, would survive it for even a moment.”

Chrysalis raised an eyebrow. She was offended. Luna doubted her mastery, doubted her skill, and doubted her power. "I command their power now Luna. It is one of my toys, as are you."

Luna glared back dangerously, and then steeled herself. After a brief moment of concentration her pupils eerily stretched like a reptiles, and her teeth grew to carnivorous points. She was changing into something far more dangerous than she'd been. “This folly has gone on long enough. Do Not Give It Purchase. ”.

Luna spoke with the authority and the voice of a goddess. She wasn’t asking, she was mandating as she channeled her divinity into a black and cruel armor. The room grew cold and dark as the miasma in the sky shattered through the ceiling, intent on freeing its master. Small beams of moonlight flickered through the cracks as the night sky grew clear for the first time in over a year.

The shadows in the room grew long as the miasma swirled towards Luna's cocoon. "Our fate matters not. Thy folly shall be stopped."

Chrysalis glared defiantly back, and grinned. “Behold my folly!”

Then violently ripped an impossible hole through reality itself.

Luna’s face melted into terror as the room warped around the singularity that Chrysalis had created. The swirling divine miasma was sucked into the hole, along with most of Chrysalis’s decorations, the rug, anything not nailed down, and even the air itself.

The thing sung with the voice of thunder, roaring loud enough to shake the very ground with it’s unending and impossible scream. Reality itself began to twist unpleasantly, and Chrysalis victoriously commanded it to close as her demonstration of power had served its purpose. She had proven that she could command it, command the wildest, most dangerous celestial body that existed.

She was more powerful than Celestia and Luna put together, and it felt great.

Only it didn’t close. Instead, it consumed the magic that she’d sent to it while Luna beat furiously and fruitlessly at the walls of her cocoon, denied her divine power as her armor disintegrated. The thing began to pulse and spin, growing larger as it consumed everything in a furious alien rage.

Chrysalis considered fleeing, but then realized it would do no good. This thing that she’d created was hungrier than she’d imagined possible. She’d felt it with her magic, but to see it, to feel it. It should have humbled her; commanding such a thing was beyond impossible. Instead of cowering in fear, or freezing in awe, she laughed. Chrysalis stood proudly and laughed in utter maniacal glee as the omnipotent maelstrom of destruction swirled around her, consuming the very essence of her world.

Luna ceased her struggle and looked at Chrysalis in frozen disbelief. After a moment, her hands began to shake as despair and fear overcame her. The goddess of the night fell to her knees in defeat, accepting that she'd lost and that her eternal duty had failed. Luna accepted the end of everything, and began to weep for it all.

Chrysalis accepted nothing. She knew what this thing was now. She knew that it was no power to command, no toy to play with. This alone was never something she could own. It was something far, far greater. Tapping into her larder buried deep beneath the castle, she gathered her might. She couldn’t kill it, she couldn’t stop it. She understood that now. She was the mother of a monster more terrible than she’d ever imagined.

Chrysalis was a mother before anything else, and so she’d see her child fed.

With a maniacal grin and all the strength of the changeling empress that she now was, she flung her new child into the sky, ripping a hole through the roof as she launched it upwards with her starsnare spell. It roared with the fury of a thousand dragons, eating anything and everything foolish enough to be caught in its ravenous path.

Chrysalis watched it fade, carefully guiding it with her spell. She knew a few close stars, and chose an unlucky red one. Someday, there would be a star that winked out of existence thanks to her. And after, she'd walk her child to a new feeding ground. She stood, naked and elated as she stared victoriously at the now terrified and humbled Luna.

Luna looked up at her with tears running down her face. “Please… Never create one again.”

Chrysalis honestly had no intention of doing so. Seeing its power up close once was enough. Knowing that she created an eternal monster that would travel the stars forever, consuming them forever, was a satisfaction in and of itself. Her child had nearly consumed her. One was enough. Was this what feeling full all the time was like? Was her ever ravenous hunger actually sated? Startled, she realized it was. Aside from her child, she was done with these holes.

For now.

Still, this was an opportunity. “Perhaps. But I have a condition, dear sweet Lulu…”

Luna's eyes shone with hope, and Chrysalis grinned.

She had her volunteer.

()()()

Chrysalis smiled fondly at the memory. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to make one again, to feel it’s infinite rage and hunger… But she’d made a promise. And the wedding had been so nice. It was Chrysalis’s first wedding ever where her bride or groom wasn’t mind controlled. That was something special, so she’d keep her wedding vows to Luna.

And that honeymoon. Mmm… Now those were some extra special memories. She wished she’d thought to bring a camera. Chrysalis considered herself a master of lovemaking, but Luna was so ancient that she knew a few tricks to surprise even Chrysalis. And nothing was ever off limits with her oh so obedient pet goddess.

Once the honeymoon was over, Chrysalis focused on training Luna and quickly found out that the goddess took her training very seriously. With Luna' help, she researched her pony training project most thoroughly. With Cadence, she'd proven it was possible. With Luna, she proved it was effective. Within another very short year, Luna's heart truly became hers, and Chrysalis published her now critically acclaimed book.

Every single changeling owned a copy, happy to help support their mother, and it had glowing reviews as to the efficacy of the methods she'd pioneered. Satisfyingly enough, it was even a best seller amongst the ponies, although she wasn't too naive to deny that was likely due to her very in-depth descriptions of Luna's training methods, experiences and anatomy. Not to mention the pictures she had taken throughout the process. All the before and after pictures, the up close pictures for diagrams, and the example pictures that showed what to look for really helped drive home the research. And the collectors edition was even printed in color!

Chrysalis put down the picture, looking at the rest of the drying photos. She had so many happy memories.

She was excited to make more.

Author's Note

There we go. There's my tons of not porn and useless stuff. Also, this is backed up by science. Assume that Celestia can channel the sun, and Chrysalis was able to beat her after sucking up one particularly loving Shining Armor. Now extrapolate that to a town, a castle, and an empire. The Moon never had a chance. I considered having Chrysalis fling it to the moon, replacing the moon with her child and really fucking up Luna. Instead I decided that this Chrissy, while crazy as fuck, is not intentionally evil. Just... special.

It takes a star 1.4 times the size of the sun to go "supernova" and the core of the supernova can become a neutron star that can decay into a black hole. So I'm assuming somebuggy with thousands of times the power of the sun can crush one into existence if they're determined enough and don't want a big one. Admittedly, any black hole that isn't created with subatomic mass is very, very dangerous when it's near enough to real matter to eat it. Poor Chrissy would have been dead in an instant. But meh, that's not fun.

Lesson 5: Ask for advice

It was getting late, and she needed to retire for the night. Chrysalis grabbed a few of the most impressive shots, including her special picture, and decided to take them with her. Her children would make more copies by morning, and she’d probably decide what to do with them by then. She hadn’t decided if it was going to be an art piece for a museum, a new postcard design for tourists, or maybe a billboard she could erect. She did love tasteful billboards!

Using it as an art piece was much classier, but the billboard idea had its merits. Other creatures were reluctant to visit her Equestria now that she was in charge, so she’d been turning up the sex appeal to draw tourists. It never failed to attract folks, even though they still thought it was “risky”.

Still, her efforts to increase tourism had been quite successful, and she’d even had some positive diplomatic relations recently! Cadence and Luna had helped, of course, but between the three of them, they’d managed to convince the griffon king to agree to a real trade agreement that would benefit both her changelings and their pony pets.

The changelings would trade two thousand tons of raw morphic glass, and in return, her empire got two hundred tons of rare metals mined from the griffon mountain tops. The changelings had plenty of glass, and the metals would allow them to build some very interesting toys. It was a steal for her, morphic glass cost her almost nothing, and she believed the Griffon King had thought the same.

The important thing was that now there was at least one nation out there willing to trade with the changelings in the open. She’d had a few back room deals over the years and of course she’d taken them, but this was official and public. Real trade, and real diplomacy. Finally.

True, part of the diplomacy was having Twilight waiting for the griffon King in his quarters, but that wasn’t even a changeling exclusive trick! Luna had brought it up as an idea, saying that she’d been offered similar deals in the past. She never taken them, but the offers had been there and real. Since sex was Chrysalis’s Equestria’s primary tourist attraction anyways, it only made sense to provide royal service to a royal king.

Chrysalis had decided that it would be the new standard for changeling hospitality. Any visiting dignitaries would have their own personal ponies or lings for a few days, and any royal visitors would get a private sample from her personal menagerie. Twilight and Cadence had both volunteered, while Celestia had declined. Luna remained impassive, as always. She was sure to go if Chrysalis asked her, and that’s what counted most.

Once word of her seemingly lucrative offers and generous hospitality got out, she’d have dignitaries from all corners of the world, if only to get a taste of the once princesses. It was about time as well, the griffons were sitting dangerously close to monopolizing trade in the area. This little in would be a huge boon in the next few decades. Celestia had actually impressed upon her that trade with the Griffons was key to international stability in the area.

Celestia didn’t necessarily like to play with her, but was generous with political advice. The alicorn was staunchly determined to avoid any more unnecessary bloodshed and had firmly and finally surrendered. She understood that Chrysalis was the Queen, and did her best to help. Most of the time.

Sighing, Chrysalis walked the castle halls as she returned to her chambers for the night. Pony servants bowed as she passed, and changeling guards stood proud. She payed them no mind as her thoughts swirled around those pictures in her satchel.

She really wanted to use them for an art show, but there were so many… Maybe she could do it all? Use some of the more unique ones as the museum pieces, and the more risqué ones for billboards and postcards? It could work, but she’d need more pictures.

What she should really do was write another book. The first one had been surprisingly instrumental in stabilizing her empire. She’d known it would have an effect, but the level of effect it had was unexpected. She’d included some niceties about how to keep your pony pet healthy, and it had surprisingly significantly reduced the injuries related with changeling captives. It was a good reminder for her children that their pony livestock needed water and food to survive, along with semi-regular bathroom breaks.

And the chapters on emotional support were surprisingly well received. Changelings didn’t exactly care about ponies, but they took care of them. After all, it wasn’t the ponies’ fault they were base animals. She’d also included warnings about using control magic, showing pictures of Cadence’s broken cutie mark as a worst case example. All in all, being a pony dinner wasn’t nearly as much of an unpleasant experience at all anymore, or so she’d heard.

The really surprising effect it had were the cultists. It turned out that Luna had quite the underground following of devoted worshipers. When the book documenting the journey of her submission was published, most of the cultists decided that they needed to be just like Luna.

On the other end of the spectrum were the cultists who worshiped Chrysalis. They were pony fanatics that believed she was some sort of goddess, come to set their world right and put the Princesses in their place. While she was incredibly flattered and was more than happy to indulge their beliefs, she internally scoffed at the idea. She’d simply been more powerful, more cunning, and more beautiful. There was no greater destiny involved, and she certainly wasn’t a goddess.

At least, not yet.

She’d had some very promising conversations with Celestia on the matter, so she wasn’t counting out the possibility. Apparently, Twilight ascended from finishing up some silly spell, and Cadence ascended from beating some sort of villain at her own game. Chrysalis could finish spells and beat other ponies senseless, so it should be easy once she figured out exactly what the universe needed her to do.

She not so secretly kept her fingers crossed when the conversation would come up, and all her personal pets were at least passingly familiar with her desire to share in their pantheon. If all it took was a spark, she could do that. She just had to figure out what exactly that meant for her, first. Every time she asked for more details, Celestia became oddly silent, and her constant frown would titter into a slightly amused grin.

“You’d know it if it happened. That’s really all I can say.”

Chrysalis frowned as she walked. Something about the way Celestia would grin as she said it seemed rebellious. Did Celestia truly know the secret, and was refusing to share? Perhaps she saw Chrysalis’s far off but inevitable death as the means to escape? She should know better. Chrysalis would simply hand her pets off to the next Queen, whoever that may be.

Flurry Heart was showing quite the potential to be an impressive emotional manipulator. She was as cunning and ruthless as any Changeling. Chrysalis and Shining were quite proud of their daughter. Well, adoptive for Chrysalis, but she took her mothering duties very seriously. Flurry had experienced the best education that Chrysalis could provide, and she’d… excelled.

Licking her lips, Chrysalis’s mind drifted back to the pictures. She’d get Shining’s opinion then. He’d have the insight she needed.

Opening the door to her bed room, she was assaulted by the pungent musk of a male. The sweltering room was heavy with the scent of masculine sexual excitement swimming in a soup of sweaty skin. And not just any skin, no, it smelled like him.

Nothing smelled more like home to her anymore.

“Shining, Dear. I brought some homework for you. I know you don’t like to do work after hours, but I promise you’ll enjoy this one.”

Chrysalis floated the pictured in front of her, at first only glancing at her husband as he grunted in acknowledgment. She did a double take, and then remembered what she’d done to him this morning. That had been quite a while ago now.

The once royal stallion was blindfolded, and restrained with his front wrists chained firmly to the spreader bar holding his legs apart. Between his legs, a massive erection dangled almost to the floor. Over the years she’d had fun flesh warping him for her amusement, and by now his dick was obscenely large. She could take him easily, but most pony mares would struggle. Not her menagerie, though. Alicorns were built different. They were larger…

She licked her lips.

Still, Shining and her had their fun. Right now she had him pierced with a little silver ring that wouldn’t let him cum. Not until she removed it, and she was thinking that was at least a week out. She quite enjoyed the show he gave her, and his desperate moans soothed her as she slept.

He was forced to stay up by an uncomfortable pole that he was bent over. The pole would keep him from falling, but had little spikes to keep him from putting too much pressure on it. Between the pole keeping his waist up, the spreader bars keeping his legs apart, and his handcuffs keeping him bent forward, he was very securely tied up in a most uncomfortable, and delectable, position.

Additionally, she had required him to wear aesthetically pleasing accessories. He was balancing precariously on a pair of stiletto high heel shoes, and had fishnet stockings that ran about halfway up his shaking legs. It wasn’t something that he liked to wear, but it was something that had perked her interest lately. The final bit was a chain anchored to the dock on his tail keeping it wonderfully out of the way so she could see the powerful little vibrator stuck in his ass. It appeared to be out of power. Maybe she’d fix that.

“Shining! Dear, how has your day been?” It’s only right to check in on your spouse.

He didn’t raise his head, merely mumbling towards the floor. “MmPh…”

She chuckled. Such a loving husband. “Yes. It went quite well. Notably, I had quite some success with my hobby. Would you like to hear about it?”

“Mm.” He grunted in agreement, and Chrysalis felt a warm wave of love roll from him. Of course he’d love to hear about her day!

She slid up, sitting on the pedestal next to him and careful not to sit in the pooled pre-cum dripping from his erect, but plugged, dick. Smiling, she traced a finger lightly across his pulsing erection. The touch caused him to whip his head up and groan.

“Good hubby… No orgasms for you, though. Not right now. Right now, you listen.” She let her hands slide down to his balls, caressing the swollen organs.

He groaned, turning his head toward her and breathing as he desperately tried to sniff her. She chuckled. He was so cute sometimes.

As she softly rolled his balls in her hands, she floated the pictures in front of her to muse. “I took some excellent pictures of our wives. I managed to get each one in the throes of orgasm, and quite a few very well composed shots before and after. I’m particularly fond of the picture that has all of us in it, just before we descended into a literal orgy.”

“Mmph?” Shining’s question hung in the air, and she felt a little sadness underneath his desperate, hungry love.

“Her? Yes. Not at first, of course. I started with Celestia today and got some wonderful pictures. Then Twilight encouraged me to relax. Your sister is extraordinarily gifted and she can be quite persuasive with that smart mouth of hers. But yes, eventually I made my way to Cadence. Why?”

Shining took a few breaths, then shuddered. “MmMph…” She felt his cock twitch, and she laughed.

How utterly ridiculous. “Of course she came. They all did. I said that, didn’t I? Cadence quivered underneath me, locking eyes with me as I drank her. That’s what you wanted to hear, wasn’t it? That I not only fucked her, but drank her love? That she poured into me unbidden and wildly? Well, she did. What more do you want me to say? I’d show you the picture, but you can’t take your blindfold off just yet.”

He shivered, moaning weakly and incomprehensibly.

Chrysalis shrugged. “Cadence’s orgasms aren’t the problem. She has more every day. The problem is what do I do with these pictures? I was thinking bill boards for the good ones, and then I could make tourism cards or something with the rest. Every visiting being can take a little piece of the once princesses. Maybe theme the cards like their old domains. Have little slogans like, ‘We make the sun rise,’ with Celestia squirting, or ‘Some love trade, we trade love,’ while Cadence is face is buried in my crotch.”

Shining was quiet for a moment, then he mumbled, “Mhmh…”

Chrysalis sighed. Why was she asking him? She knew what he was going to say. “No, that’s what I’m doing. Especially the Cadence one.”

He was quiet while she pondered the cards, and ran a finger up under his lifted tail. He didn’t say anything, only winced, as she shocked the vibrator with magic, filling the batteries for the night.

“I’m sorry, darling. I just get a little jealous when you focus on her. I wish you asked questions about Twilight. She’s your sister and your wife, you’d think if you were attached to anyone besides me it would be her.”

Shining moaned into his gag, sweat, drool, and pre dripping from his body. “MMMhmM!”

“And it was delicious. That’s what bothers me. It’s not love that you feel for her, I can tell. It’s something else. Jealousy, maybe? I’ve never been good with jealousy. Everything should be mine. You, her, every changeling, every pony, even the blackness between the stars…”

Chrysalis remembered her devouring star child and quivered, “Everything.”

Shining moaned, gyrating his hips.

“No, that will do. I’ll be back to sleep tonight. I’m feeling all tingly again, and trying to decide if I should visit my pets or the caverns. That’s the one downside to being a changeling queen. Everything is about reproduction.”

Chrysalis didn’t actually mind her sex drive. It was a sure sign of a healthy queen, and a successful leader. Of course, before she decided where to relieve herself, she had one more pony family member to check up on.

Her daughter.

Author's Note

I had this half written for, uh, four years maybe? I don't remember.. Anyways, finished off this chapter and will refine the next.