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.