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.