Chrysalis gleefully soaked in the tense atmosphere of the scenario she found herself in. She was in an isolated area, located deep underneath the Crystal Empire. A dead end tunnel within the mines created by slaves subjegated by King Sombra a century ago, which had become a place forgotten by those who forged it from the earth and rock in the lands surrounding the homeland of the crystal ponies. Until this day, only the meager likes of insects and spiders had ventured into this place, otherwise lost to time. It was the perfect place to take a captive, whom you intended to never see the light of day again.

Cadence, on the other hand, was terrified. She was doing her best to put on a brave face, but it was hard to hide her true feelings when her heart was beating so hard it could be felt through the cloth of her gown which the changeling was currently griping. To say she was helpless at the moment would be entirely accurate, if not an understatement, as even though the alicorn was aware that her arms, legs, and horn had been made unusable, she was yet to understand how little power she had against this new version of an old enemy.

Despite the fear she felt, uncertain what the now goat-like changeling had planned for herself and, given the evil mare’s track record, her kingdom, Cadence would not allow herself to be cowed into submission. It was a princess’ duty to be defiant in the face of threats, no matter how hopeless things got for them.

“I don’t know what your plan is, Chrysalis,” she said, forcing herself glare back at her foe, staring her directly in the eye, displaying as much fury as she could manage, given the state she was in, “But you should know by now that you’ll never get away with it.”

“Oh sweet Cadence,” Chrysalis said behind a devilish grin, “As cliche as this will sound, I already have. There is nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Maybe I can’t,” said Cadence, “But others will, just as they have before.”

“Who?” Said the changeling, pushing her face even closer to Cadence than it already was, the two mares touching nose to nose, “Twilight? Starlight? I assure you that they have already been dealt with.”

Cadence’s face turned to shock, then anger, “What have you done with them?!”

“Nothing,” Chrysalis answered, “They are perfectly safe, wherever they are.” Cadence gave a sigh of relief, happy to hear that they haven’t been captured like she had been. “That doesn’t mean that I haven’t figured out a way to put them in the same position you currently find yourself in. You saw how easily I snatched you up from your home, and defeated you without so much of a fight. I could do the same to them right now, if I pleased.”

The pink alicorn couldn’t deny that she had been taken down easily in this encounter, and that Chrysalis had utilized some form of magic that she had never had access to before. She probably wasn’t lying about how she had changed herself, and become more powerful because of it.

“But Cadence, you called me by the wrong name.” The changeling said, finally releasing Cadence’s dress, turning her back to the princess, and walking away. “Like I said before, it's ‘Succubus’ now.”

“I’m not going to call you by some ridiculous, made up name you’ve given yourself.” Cadence stated, refusing to go along with whatever game Chrysalis was playing.

“Who said I was the one who came up with it?” Chrysalis replied, sending a sly look over her shoulder, for no more reason than she was enjoying the power she held over her foe, “But go ahead and call me by my old name, if you must. It’s the only thing you have control over here, so I will not take it away from you, unlike that dreadful rag you’re wearing.”

Cadence watched as Chrysalis casually lifted a hand to her side, the other resting on the changeling’s shapely hips, and proceeded to snap her fingers together. At the sound of the action, every article of clothing on Cadence’s person, consisting of her gown, tiara, and undergarments, vanished from her body, and appeared on Chrysalis instead.

A gasp escaped the pink alicorn’s mouth as her body was exposed, her arms instinctually trying to reach down to cover her private parts, but trapped as they were this only caused the princess’ parts to wiggle ever so slightly. Cadence was mortified by this, as while Chrysalis was perhaps the most ‘personal’ of Equestria’s threats, in how she uses seduction to steal love from her victims, this humiliation was a step further than what she would normally do with her captives.

“Then again, now that I’m having a closer look, this outfit isn’t bad at all. It just needed to be on the right person.” Chrysalis taunted, facing Cadence again to show off how the dress looked on its new owner.

“I always knew you were depraved,” Cadence yelled, embarrassed and outraged, “But this is a new low, even for you.”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” Chrysalis shot back, taking satisfaction in the alicorn’s impotent anger, “The scope of my immorality have been greatly extended as of late, and I can honestly say that I wish I have thrown away such notions of decency a long time ago. Had I simply done what I pleased, then perhaps I would have been queen of Equestria back when i first invaded Canterlot.”

Chrysalis stepped back up to the bound princess with unnatural speed, and from Cadence’s perspective, it was as if the changeling had just appeared in front of her form a few feet away in the blink of an eye, except that she hadn’t blinked.

“But if that had happened, I might have never been able to feel the absolute euphoria that comes with wielding the power I have now.”

“You keep talking about all this power you have, but all I’ve seen so far is some teleportation magic, and crystal manipulation.” Cadence mocked.

Having her magic and body restricted, banter and scathing remarks were about the only weapon Cadence had in her arsenal. It helped her calm down, and she hoped that it would get Chrysalis to slip up and give her an opportunity to escape. In reality though, the ability to shape crystals alone was a powerful form of magic that the princess believed, prior to this, was something that only King Sombra could do. That alone let Cadence know for certain that her long time enemy wasn’t bluffing, and had become more powerful somehow.

“You know, there is a time that I might have let your words get to me,” Chrysalis replied, “But now you are so beneath me that it would be like taking offense at a snail for slithering in my path.”

When her words came to a close, the changeling reached up to Cadence’s body, the alicorn too focused on the Chrysalis’ face to notice till she felt the sensation of a hand squeezing her breast. The princess of love let out a second small gasp, as the changeling once more stepped over a boundary she hadn’t broken in prior engagements. Chrysalis used seduction and temptation as tools, but she always stopped short of physical contact, assuming because it was undesirable and unnecessary for her to do so when all she needed from a target was the energy inside them that made up their love.

“W-What are you doing?!” Cadence yelled, incapable of staying calm with her body being freely molested.

“Examining my property,” Chrysalis answered, messaging her victim’s tit in her hand, making Cadence incredibly uncomfortable through stimulation of areas only Shining Armor and the princess herself were allowed to touch, “You belong to me, and so I will do with you as I please. It's as simple as that. You don’t have to like it. In fact I’d prefer you didn’t, but you have to be subjected to whatever…. How did you put it before? Ah yes, ‘depraved’ act I can think of.”

Chrysalis brought her other, unoccupied hand up to take hold of Cadence’s other, so far unmolested breast. With both mammaries cupped in her palms, the changeling queen moved them about in oppositely rotating circles, gently squeezing the sensitive orbs of fat and flesh, to force a state of arousal onto her captive.

Cadence tried to resist, but pleasure rapidly built up in her boobs, and her body responded by itself in turn. Light pulses of pleasure flowed in and out of her chest, drawing out the occasional moan from her throat. Her nipples hardened as the sensations became too much, poking into their violator’s hands, which told her that what she was doing was working, and that the princess was getting turned on against her wishes.

“I know you hate this,” Chrysalis said, moving the position of one hand to grip the breast it was fondling by its base, squeezing it hard to push all the blood flowing through it inside, causing the lovely meat lump to swell, “You wanted to remain eternally loyal to Shining Armor. Never having a stray thought of what it might be like to feel the touch of somepony other than him. Allowing your love for him to keep you from the temptation of enjoying something like this.”

Cadence replied with a silent whimper to herself, doing her best to block out what was happening to her. Chrysalis was right, that as much as her body was reacting positively to what was being done to it, she despised it. If she could, she would shut off her libido completely to deny Chrysalis any control over her, but the fondling of her breasts was awakening lustful thoughts that were not fitting for a princess.

Even the way she was being grasped at that moment, which was so harsh that the skin under her fur was turning red, was activating processes of her body that only happened when she was about to have sex with Shining. Things that didn’t even trigger under masturbation, which led her to assume that Shining Armor was the one pony who could get her to feel that way. An assumption now proven wrong, as Chrysalis had some knowledge or technique that was chipping away at the barriers formed in her psyche.

Chrysalis, taking in how much effort Cadence was putting into her resistance, only to fail, removed her hands and sent a quick slap across the mare’s breast, getting a yelp out of the princess as a surge of momentary, unrestrained rapture filled her being. Taking a step back, Chrysalis admired the limited motions of her captive, her body twisting against her crystal bonds, causing her tits to shake lewdly from side to side, and her wings stretched out in stiff attention to denote that she was in a state of full arousal.

Cadence didn’t know it, but it wasn’t Chrysalis skill at molestation that was causing all this, but the power that had been bestowed upon the changeling. The Djinn had been very generous when granting her wish for revenge, blessing Chrysalis with the full power at her disposal, to do with as the changeling pleased. So long as her actions were directed solely at Cadence, or the other two on her hit list, the things Chrysalis could have happen were nearly limitless.

She could turn Cadence to dust with but a thought, or make the mare perceive herself as the changeling’s dedicated, and servile, slave. She could manifest a whip of pure fire, crack it against the alicorn’s back, and have the mare cum uncontrollably from it in the throes of an innumerable amount of consecutive climaxes, for an unspecified amount of time that could go on till the stars faded and the universe went cold. Her imagination was her only limitation.

It was incredible having that much power over a singular person, essentially becoming the goddess of the mare at her mercy, to the degree that Chrysalis found it much more amusing to limit herself, and allow the Cadence to resist, so she could believe there was still a chance to deny her worst enemy the satisfaction the changeling would easily acquire. Each destined failure Cadence experienced, unknowingly incapable of avoiding, would chip off that much more of her pride and dignity. Then, when Chrysalis was done having her fun, she would bestow upon this princess the most terrible fate she had come up with. One that not only fit the changeling’s new persona, but would undoubtedly put Cadence through the worst torment she could inflict on the mare who ruined the rise of her Equestria wide changeling empire.

As the sensation settled in the alicorn’s breasts, and her motions came to a slow stop, Cadence had to take a moment to process what had just happened. The strike she received from Chrysalis made her feel pleasure she wouldn’t have believed could come from an outright attack, a jolt of euphoria that was as intense as it was brief. It was so much of a sudden surge that she could feel her pussy lightly convulsing, as cum started to accumulate at its entrance, in danger of spilling out any second. It was only through an act of will that Cadence clenched tight enough that not even a drop could escape, and reveal to Chrysalis that she had made her orgasm, but this only made Cadence dwell on how that was even possible.

She wasn’t a masochist, as her representation of love was in the purest, and perhaps dullest, representation of it. When she was with Shining, the two seldom did more than a bit of light foreplay followed by the missionary position. The moment Shining would do something a little too hard, she’d know and react negatively to it, put off by things as simple as being spanked. Thankfully, Shining had always been of the same mindset as her on the subject, by from the few rare occasions that he went a little too far, the princess had established that anything remotely close to being kinky was not her thing, which made her incredibly suspicious why her body would enjoy what she was being put through now.

“Are you using magic to manipulate me?!” Cadence said, infuriated that this accusation appeared to be what was happening.

“And what if I am?” Chrysalis replied, “ Would that knowledge make you any more resilient against me than you already are?”

Chrysalis pointed the index finger and ring finger of one of her hands at the crystals holding Cadence’s hooves, and then by splitting them apart, made the two formations shift away from each other, spreading Cadence’s legs apart so her body formed an upside-down Y, before approaching the princess once more.

“Or perhaps you’re just afraid that you might actually enjoy this,” the changeling added, emphasizing the remark by sending the set of fingers she used to move the crystals into Cadence's slit.

By pulling one half of the passage away from the other, which released the fluids that had built up inside, creating a briefly flowing waterfall of female fluids to pour out of the alicorn, until it slowly turned into a slow drip.

“Would it hurt you to admit that it would thrill you to no end to be my servant?” Chrysalis continued, sending a lick across Cadence’s face with her serpentine tongue, “Perhaps it was always my approach that was the problem. Had I just turned you into my sex slave instead of part of the love cattle, you would have willing obeyed me from the start.”

“NEVER!” Cadence screamed at the changeling, “You’re a tyrant who rightfully lost her kingdom, because when you had the opportunity to change for the better, you decided to change for the worse. I would never submit to something as selfish and vile as you.”

“How adorable,” replied Chrysalis, unphased by Cadence’s remarks, “You still believe you are the one who has the choice in the matter. That you still don’t understand how little control you have is amusing, so I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Chrysalis took a moment to flick both of Cadence’s nipples, before finishing her sentiment with, “I have full control over you, and the only reason you still can struggle against me is because I allow it.”

Cadence suddenly felt a sense of wetting on her chest, one that felt odd, but not entirely unfamiliar. Prying her gaze away from Chrysalis, she looked down to see that her nipples had started to produce small streams of milk that dribbled down her bosoms, vanishing out of sight as they reached the underside of her bust. As a mother, Cadence had gone through milking before, but she had stopped doing that for a while now. Now it not only felt like the motherly process had started up again, but that the nutritious substance was flowing stronger than it had before.

“How?” Cadence asked, her curiosity trumping her fear in this instance, “How are you controlling my body like this?”

“I wonder,” Chrysalis said back, knowing she had just willed Cadence’s breasts to begin producing milk.

Then she started thinking about how she could have gotten these results without the all-powerful magic she had at her disposal, forming a means to this in her mind, which once she settled on one possibility, she made it so with another desire to change Cadence’s reality.

In the matter of a millisecond, Cadence felt her body drastically alter. Not in any visual manner, but something inside her had become so different that she couldn’t help but notice it. Several spots in her had become… heavier, and obstructed. Her breasts themselves felt like they had gained a few pounds each, drooping down slightly with this new, unexplained presence within them. The princess’ abdomen felt the same, but the weight inside it was even greater, and in two separate spaces, as both her stomach and womb became weighty, gaining an extra five pounds each. The oddest part of this sensation was that another knot of weight had formed in her head, the cavity of her sinuses feeling stuff, which would have altered her ability to breath through them, had she not already taken to breathing through her mouth due to all the panting caused by the sexual stimulation.

At first all this did was cause Cadence to inspect her body the best she could, only to see no noticeable change outwardly, despite knowing that something was wrong, which only caused her to panic since she knew something was certainly wrong with her. She wanted desperately to know what Chrysalis had done to her, as if the knowledge alone would be enough to spare her from whatever it was. Little did the Princess of Love know, there was no way to mentally prepare for what was about to happen to her.

With her alterations made Cadence, Chrysalis waved her hand behind her to have a throne of crystal rise up from the ground, planting her butt on the freshly formed structure, and crossing her legs as she leaned back into it.

“What are you doing?” asked Cadence, a little freaked out about what unseen things were going on within her.

“Admiring the show,” Chrysalis replied, the devilish smile she had been wearing this entire time getting just a little wider.

Cadence was about to say something hostile to the changeling, but was stopped when she felt the flow of milk from her breasts stop. It didn’t simply stop pouring out though, but felt like something was plugging up the pores she was lactating out of, as she could feel pressure build from inside both her boobs. This pressure, which she thought was from the stopped milk, got stronger with each passing second, until it felt like the force behind it was trying to push out of her nipple, but was just too big to fit through such a small hole.

This went on, the pressure making the tender bits of flesh ache after half a minute, till Cadence started to wish that whatever was stopping the flow would get out of the way. It was a thought she would come to regret, as the obstruction did just that.

“Ow!” Cadence yelped out, as the ache in her breasts turned into a sharp ping of pain at her nipples, a feeling she couldn’t ignore as it grew more and more intense.

As the feeling reached its peak, Cadence noticed that the flesh around her nipples was moving, which startled the princess as she was made aware that something was inside her. This was immediately confirmed when a pair of worm-like flesh masses popped out of her nipples simultaneously, a spray of milk bursting out with them from the now stretched out nipple pore they had emerged from.

The alicorn princess gasped inwardly, seeing these things that had invaded her breasts. It was unlike anything she had seen in Equestria, but she identified it as something alien and parasitic that had encroached itself within one of the most personal spaces of her person.

“You put this in me?!” Cadence screamed, the traumatic experience distressing her to no end.

“Of course,” Chrysalis answered, “I thought that you would need something to keep you occupied during your stay here, so I invited some friends to entertain you.”

“This is sick!” Cadence replied, repulsed as even more small tendrils forced themselves out of her nipples, milks spurting out as the lot of them wiggled about mindlessly. The pink mare found herself trying to recoil away from her own body, though incapable of getting away for several obvious reasons.

“Relax,” Chrysalis said, knowing that the mare would be doing no such thing, “Those aren’t even the worst ones.”

“The worst…” As Cadence tried to process Chrysalis’ words through a fear stricken mind, she felt another intrusive motion in her body, as another small tentacle slid its way right out her left nostril.

The blockage in her nasal cavity was, of course, another of these creatures, now deeply embedded in Cadence’s skull. Instantly, Cadence shook her head violently, as if she could knock the thing out of her if she just tried hard enough, but the more she moved, the more it agitated the creature inside her. Soon more tentacles made their way out the mare’s nose, and down the passage leading to her mouth, covered in the mucus produced by its new home.

“CHRYSALIS! I BEG OF YOU!” shrieked the Princess of Love, a more came into her peripheral vision, a few of the strand-like appendages of the parasite finding their way into and out the sockets of her eyes, “MAKE THEM STOP!” She could feel the tendrils reaching every empty crevice of her head, slithering themselves up into her brain, laying across its surface, entering the many wrinkles, but going no further.

The reactions of the princess as she suffered through her infestation was glorious to witness, a delightful scenario of unrelenting torment that was befitting to someone who had thwarted her for so long. Whatt made it more enjoyable was that she knew this wasn’t the extent of it, and that there were more being stirred by Cadence’s frantic motions.

Cadence came to learn this as well, as she felt two, much larger tentacles make their way out of her, traveling through her body out the most convenient passages they could find. The first to find its way to the outside world was the one Chrysalis had placed in the alicorn’s womb, filling her birth canal completely with malleable flesh, and pushing out of her mound like the unsightly abomination it was. This was shortly followed up by a twin appendage that popped out Cadence’s flank, having had to traverse her intestines in their entirety, and stretch out her inexperienced anus to make its way to the open air.

By now, the stress of the situation had gotten to Cadence completely. She wished this could go back to when Chrysalis was being handsy with her, and she wasn’t aware that she had been contaminated by foriegn lifeforms. Tears were pouring from her eyes, both from her emotional distress, and that they were being touched by the parasites. It was a hellish situation, that threatened to break her mind, if something else didn’t happen to it in the process.

“CHRYSALIS!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, “STOP THIS!” she pleaded again to the changeling, who was just watching with amusement. “I DON’T DES-ur.. URK!”

Cadence’s words were brought to a halt, as a sizable bulge formed in her throat, preluding a large tentacle coming up from her stomach, and bursting out her mouth. She stared wide eyed at the mass, so huge that it strained her jaw to create a passage big enough for it to exit from. This was all too much for the princess, who was overcome by a torrent of emotion and sensation. The pain and unwanted pleasure these creatures only brought on fear and disgust, and the knowledge that her body was hardly her own anymore, especially since she could hardly move from the spot she was suspended in. These feelings only worsened when the creatures started to retreat back inside, which made Cadence panic all the more, which in turn prompted her to try and move in attempt to escape what was happening to her, and then caused the parasites to push themselves back out again, licking across the princess’ internal flesh, and forcing out spatterings of sexual fluids each time, before being slurped back inside the holes they were sliding in and out of like a repulsive set of tongue.

For a very long time, Chrysalis watched the seemingly ceaseless cycle her captive was going through, enjoying every second. The way Cadence wriggled and writhed as the creatures inside her did the same was the prize for the price that she had paid, well aware that she had unwittingly traded her soul for this, as the Djinn had taken the time to tell her after the fact. She was eternally bound to serve the Djinn’s every whim, with the only exception being what she would be able to do with her three selected targets, since her wish was about enacting her revenge upon them. She had to admit though, as she watched the princess being violated and suffering more thoroughly than the alicorn ever would have at the hands of Chrysalis, that being Succubus was looking to be a much more appealing life than her prior one.

“That’s enough,” Chrysalis said, having let Cadence endure the personal invasion of one’s personal space imaginable for hours now. She was so covered in milk, tears, sweat, and vaginal fluids, that her fur and mane were a complete mess, and it would have been hard for her closest loved ones to recognize her.

At her command, the parasites retreated back inside the mare fully, leaving her to contemplate what had just happened to her, and wonder how it was that she was able to stay conscious throughout it all. The reality of it was that Chrysalis had willed her to not pass out, so it was. She had also willed Cadence to maintain a certain level of hydration, so she could keep spewing out the variety of liquids she was being made to produce against her will. Not that Cadence knew that, but that was the answer to any question she might have had about anything that seemed to defy the reality she understood.

“Well princess,” Chrysalis said, rising from her seat, “I hope that you’ve come to understand just how much power I hold over you now. There is nothing that you, or any other pony, can do to save you.”

Cadence’s eyes trembled, the rest of her body too tired to do anything but help her breathe, as she listened to the corrupted mare. After what she went through, she was more than willing to believe Chrysalis. If the changeling wanted to inflict punishment upon her, there was little she or anypony else could do, trapped and isolated as she was.

“The fate I have in store for you is horrible, as I’m sure you’re aware.” Chrysalis proceeded, “But perhaps I could spare you from it. All I want from you is one thing.”

That caught Cadence’s attention, as she felt like she’d be willing to do anything to avoid going through what had just been inflicted upon her again.

“I want you to become my slave,” Chrysalis said, “Admit that I own you, and submit the rest of your life to me. That is the only chance you have to avoid a fate worse than death.”

Cadence gave Chrysalis a stunned expression, as if bewildered about if that was all Chrysalis wanted. As far as it mattered, her captor already had complete control over her. She had lost her freedom, dignity, peace of mind, and hope all over the course of a few hours that felt like forever. What more could Chrysalis take from her that she didn’t already.

The disheveled pink alicorn pondered that question in her head, turning it over and over to find the answer, to see if it was even worth keeping if it meant never going through that thorough violation again. Eventually she came upon what she believed was the answer. Chrysalis wanted her to give in. To relinquish her will, and become nothing more than a groveling servant who cowered at the notion that she might have to endure another session of torment at the tentacles of the creatures inside her.

It was a reasonable assumption for the changeling that the princess would do as she asked, as Cadence had just gone through what she believed was the worst moment of her fragile existence. With the creatures still within her, Chrysalis could make her undergo this traumatizing event as many times as the wicked mare pleased, unless Cadence obeyed her completely from this point on. The alicorn had no belief that this was a one time thing, that her acceptance to Chrysalis’ terms would mean no use of the parasites later on down the line. This was merely the start of what could only be a lifetime under Chrysalis’ hoof.

If Cadence gave in now, it meant that without a doubt she was terrified at what her would be mistress could do to her, and that fear could, and would, be used against her. Never again could Cadence defy the changeling, as all Chrysalis would have to do is imply that refusal to any command would lead Cadence back here, and that would be enough for the alicorn to fold. Chrysalis put it as clear as she could, that submitting meant Cadence was her slave, and allowing that to happen was the only true way for her foe to own her.

Cadence, finding some small reserve of energy, being fueled by her courage, lifted her head and scowled at the despicable mare in front of her. “No,” she said with absolute certainty, “I might not be able to stop you from doing horrible things to me, but I will never let you control me.” It might have been a useless gesture, but an existence in misery as her own mare seemed preferable than an existence of misery belonging to Chrysalis. “So do whatever it is you’re going to do to me, but I’ll never bend to your will.”

Her words did nothing to dishearten Chrysalis, which Cadence knew would have been asking too much. Defiant or not, her captor still held all the cards. Refusing this time meant little, as Chrysalis could repeat the process as many times as she pleased, and each time it would whittle down Cadence’s resistance a little more. She knew that she couldn’t hold out forever, but she intended to go completely mad before submitting to the Changeling’s will, though even that would probably satisfy this crueler version of Chrysalis in the end.

“I’m so glad that your will didn’t shatter on the first go,” said Chrysalis, “It would have been a shame if I broke my prized possession.”

“Go ahead and gloat,” Cadence spat back, “But you have defiled my body so thoroughly that you won’t be able to top it. You can have your parasites violate me as many times as you want, but all it will mean is that you’ve made the biggest play you could, and run out of ideas.”

Chrysalis put a finger to her chin, as if she was putting some thought into her prisoner’s words. “You know, you’re right. There really isn’t much more I can do to your body. In fact, it would be pointless to repeat this performance, so I’ll just get rid of them.”

Chrysalis snapped her fingers, causing the parasites to vanish in an instance, and for Cadence’s body to return to the way it was prior to them being inflicted upon her. The alicorn was made aware of their absence, no longer feeling the weight they had put on the parts of her body they had inhabited. She didn’t know how Chrysalis had done it, but she knew that she was now rid of the creatures, and for some reason that made her more worried than the idea that they would have violated her again.

“I’ve really gotten my fill of entertainment out of them,” Chrysalis continued, “And now the only thing left to do is make a snack out of you.”

“You think you can siphon love out of me after that?” Cadence said, knowing that changelings in their corrupted forms could only steal love from those who unwittingly give them a portion of it. “I’m not going to give you so much as a drop of love, you monster.”

“My dear princess,” Chrysalis said, taking hold of the alicorn’s jaw, pinching down firmly at the place where it met the upper skull, to force Cadence to open up her muzzle, “I don’t need your love. What I want from you is much more filling.”

Without warning, Chrysalis drove her head forward, twisting her head sideways, placing the lines of her lips over Cadence’s own lip lines to create a seal between the two’s mouths. Cadence, caught off guard by the impromptu kiss, struggled to break it, but found that she could no more escape the lip lock as she could the crystal bindings around her arms and legs. Loud murmurs could be heard coming from the pink mare, her anger at the audacity of this action clear, yet Chrysalis didn’t stop for a moment. She took great glee in unceremoniously forcing herself into one of the alicorn’s more personal spaces, sending her tongue into Cadence’s mouth, licking around any surface she could find, all the way to the back of her throat to give a good licking, before withdrawing the tongue completely. Cadence was disgusted that she could do nothing to prevent this, but no more worse for wear. After the tentacles, this intrusion on her being was simple, and much more tolerable.

Chrysalis wasn’t stopping at just a forced french kiss though. She had one last planned activity for the princess, and the intrusion of her mouth was just a final gesture before the changeling finalized her ultimate plan for her victim. With her tongue retrieved, she took a deep breath inward. The inhale was long, and powerful, started with a light intake of air, but growing as it kept going.

With their lips locked together tightly, Cadence was made to take in air through her nostril, which was stolen by the changeling the moment it entered into her mouth, never reaching her windpipe. At first, this just seemed like more was Chrysalis just doing more to make her uncomfortable, but as the suction from the changeling got ever more grew and grew, Cadence started to notice that she couldn’t breath. Not only that, Chrysalis wasn’t stopping. What should have taken only a few seconds to take in enough air to fill her lungs was going onto the fifteen second mark. She just kept steadily inhaling, with no signs of slowing down, as she consumed every molecule of oxygen that tried to reach Cadence's own lungs.

Cadence tried to break away, to remove her lips from Chrysalis’, and take a gasp of air, but the changeling’s grasp on her head had become immovable. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the hand on her jaw to budge. Cadence then tried to move her lips themselves, to create even the smallest of gaps where air could slip in, but the two mares might as well have been fused together at the mouth with how well Chrysalis was at keeping them together.

When reaching near a minute of breathing inward, the suction had become a vacuum strong enough to suck the air from Cadence’s last breath right out of her body, causing the alicorn to desperately gasp against the force robbing her of life sustaining oxygen, only to get nothing for the effort. A little longer after that, she felt the pain of her lungs collapse upon themselves, completely devoid of anything to take up the space inside them. That unique form of suffering traveled down her esophagus, till the entirety of her digestive tract likewise constricted upon itself, leaving no room for any voided space.

It was a horrendous feeling for the pink princess, her eyes watering and rolling backwards, her insides holding on tightly to the bits of meat they were attached to, the vacuum that was Chrysalis’ maw threatening to suck them up her throat lick she was sipping water through a straw. Combined with an increasing burning sensation brought on by asphyxiation, and the darkness that was encroaching on her consciousness as her mind started to blank out from lack of air, the princess had every right to believe that Chrysalis was attempting to kill her. No… that she was killing her, cause there was no escape from this nightmarish situation, unless Chrysalis stopped.

Strangely though, there was a point where all the pain stopped. The feeling of her insides being crushed by a vacuum, the fire in her nervous system as it screamed for air, and the frantic firing of synapses as they believed the body they inhabited was about to die ceased altogether. Yet… Cadence still found she had some form of awareness. While she had no more knowledge on what happened after one’s own demise than anyone else, she had always believed that once you stopped living, you also stopped thinking. The fact that she could still think defied this expectation, and thus made her believe that she had somehow been saved.

She tried to open her eyes, but all she could see at first was darkness. That wasn’t a good sign, but the fact that the alicorn could tell she had eyes was a plus. Next she flapped her wings, remembering that they were still free, and they moved as easily as they ever had. She couldn’t see it, but she felt it, and that was good enough for her. Then Cadence tried moving her arms, and to her surprise, they were no longer restrained. Somehow, she had been freed. Her liberation after being imprisoned and tortured for so long was amazing, seeing as whatever turn of events that had happened when she passed out had gotten her away from Chrysalis, and left her unharmed.

Now that she was free though, she had to find a way out of where she was now. It was too dark to see the dimensions of the space she was in now, but if she got in somehow, then she hoped she could get out. Believing she could at least trace the outline of whatever walls surround her, Cadence went to make a step in the direction she was facing, only to find her hoof was caught. Not just one, but both. She couldn’t tell on what, as it didn’t feel like she was still in the crystal bonds from Chrysalis put her in, but something was certainly gripping at her legs. Actually no… Not gripping. As she studied what was catching her legs further, it felt more like something was pulling at them, while nothing physical was actually around the appendages.

Cadence tried again to just lift her legs, to break away from what was tugging at them, but she couldn’t lift either leg up more than a centimeter. Not only that, but each time she tried and failed, the leg would go down further when she set it back down. Was she standing in a sinkhole? No, that wasn’t the case, case there still wasn’t anything tangible touching her legs. The deeper she went though, the more defined the things pulling at her became. After a few more tries, she could tell the pulling wasn’t anything holding her down, but something moving. Something that had no physical form, that was constantly pulling her downward into the darkness of this infinitely dark space, holding her tight while flowing across her body like… a strong breeze.

Cadence’s mind filled with dread as she started to put certain pieces together, and in a panic she flapped her wings to get up off the ground as quickly as possible. It was no use though, as the flowing air only became more powerful, becoming a force that was sucking her downwards, which only confirmed Cadence’s fears.

The alicorn flapped her wings with ever more strength, putting every ounce of power she could into them, hoping to not sink down any further than she already had. At that moment she wished she had the wing strength of a Wonderbolt, or perhaps Twilight’s rainbow colored pegasus friend, as she was certain they would have easily gotten away from the force trying to take her. Straining herself as much as possible, Cadence could somehow tell that she was at the very least not losing ground, but she worried about how long she could keep flapping her wings at such a high speed, especially when she had a feeling this force wasn’t going to stop on its own.

The princess believed things couldn’t get any worse for her, the sustained strain on her wings making them tire very quickly, something else came along to outright doom her to the fate the winds were leading her towards. From the direction the suction was coming from, a rope-like object shot out, and attached itself around Cadence’s legs. It started assisting the winds in pulling the pink pony down, and the combined efforts of the two made it impossible for Cadence to do anything but go in the direction they wanted her to go.

Before long, she knew that her body had been pulled down so far that her head was now beneath where her feet had started, which in a local reality would put her underground. Yet, she knew nothing but darkness was around her. She rapidly sunk downward, being dragged through what seemed to be an endless void, until a new sensation came to Cadence, letting her know that the worst part of this whole ordeal had arrived.

Her hooves had touched ‘something’. Something that at first felt like soft flesh, then felt like she was passing between two hard barriers made of pointy rocks, before touching something else that was wet and slimy.

“No…” she said, a new terror hitting her, processing what she was feeling, applying it to her previous assumptions, and forming a picture in her head of what was happening.

The image in her mind was impossible, and too unspeakable to want to believe if it were true. It was the only thing the alicorn could think of, though. While not wanting to look in case her senses were not lying to her, a part of her demanded that pointed her eyes downward. What she saw made her shriek a single word of denial, as what she had assumed she felt became real to her.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

It was like looking down a tunnel, a circular light shining beneath her, which was what her body was heading towards all this time. With the illumination coming from this fastly growing point in the darkness, Cadence could see her own body once more, but it wasn’t how she remembered it. She was still naked, as Chrysalis had made her during her time bound, but her normally pink fur was now a pale blue, and the entirety of her body had become translucent. She could clearly see right through herself, as if she had become a specter, which wasn’t too far from the truth. If it wasn’t for this semi-transparent state, she wouldn’t have been able to see the light from the circle, as her legs had already gone through its threshold, and out the other side of what she knew was a hole.

Of course, this wasn’t what made Cadence react in such a dramatic manner. What had caused her to give her blood curdling scream was what she saw just beyond the light. A form, completely black, could be seen through her body, and the alicorn watched as her lower legs was falling into it, disappearing around some bend in this shadow. She knew this shadow though, as the shape, slightly blurred by her ghostly hips, was recognizable to the alicorn, as was the serpentine tongue she could see wrapped around her legs, despite being much larger than she had ever seen it before.

Back in the crystal mine, Chrysalis was greatly enjoying herself, having separated herself from Cadence’s lips, but still connected to the alicorn via a pale blue energy that was being sucked right out of the Princess of Love’s mouth, and into her own. The princess herself had gone catatonic, her irises rolling back so far into her head that only the whites of the back of her eyes could be seen. She had also been withering over the last half a minute, her skin shrinking and constricting over her shriveling muscles, like she was being completely dried out, the body of the alicorn somehow still finding the ability to convulse in this state.

With her absolute power over Cadence, Chrysalis was doing something that would have been otherwise impossible, if not for her wish. She was pulling the princess’ soul right out of her, sucking it down her gullet, in order to consume it. What that exactly meant, only Chrysalis knew, but a few things were certain. Cadence would not be granted the peace of death, and the only afterlife she would have would be within Chrysalis’ body, as she fed off the soul like she had previously fed off love.

There was a certain macabre humor to this act for the changeling, beyond the irony that after all this time the alicorn was fulfilling her fate to become a food source for the Changeling Queen. The soul was as malleable as water, easily able to squeeze out of Cadence’s mouth and into Chrysalis’ own, while trying to maintain the form of its original body. This led a funny visual interaction where Cadence’s shapely, but spiritual, alicorn ass was pulled right out her own muzzle, which Chrysalis happily gobbled up, taking a brief moment to slither her tongue into some naughty places to add some humiliation to the absolute terror the princess must have been feeling by now.

Practically chugging down the regal rump, and guzzling the the royal highness’ hips, the waist was the next thing to slid down her throat, with her legs having already reached their final destination in her stomach, where the soul body of her rival pooled up into a puddle to accommodate its new container. When Cadence’s tits plopped themself from out of her own jaw, all that remained inside was her soul’s head and arms, no doubt trying to grasp onto something to prevent herself from slipping out of the hole. It would in no way help her though. Perhaps if Chrysalis was using some form of counterable magic to try and eat the soul, Cadence’s own magic would have been enough to prevent this from happening, as it protected her from being conquered by Chrysalis’ manipulative magic in the past. This was a power beyond what either of them was normally capable of though, so the alicorn had no chance to stop it, no matter how hard she tried.

So with a twist of her head, Chrysalis pulled the remainder of Cadence’s soul from her body, which not only unceremoniously yanked the pony out of the darkness her spirit had been hiding in, but brought the spasming of her body to an end, as it no longer had any form of life left in it to keep it operating. Cadence, now able to see that the nightmare she had concocted in her imagination were true, was forced to witness her worst enemy consuming the very essence of what she was.

Already up to her lower rib cage in Chrysalis’ smirking maw, Cadence did the only thing she could, placing her hands on the changeling’s snout and lower jaw, pushing against them in hopes that she could pull herself out. It seemed like this stopped the continued devouring of her being for a moment, but that was all just a performance on Chrysalis’ part, to give the alicorn a moment longer to take in what was being done to her. This moment of fruitless struggle was brought to an end when Chrysalis sent her tongue up Cadence’s body again, spiraling it around her body, coiling it around the alicorn’s breasts, before constricting the appendage like a snake crushing its prey, and pulling the ghostly form so deeply into her throat that the only thing that still remained outside her lips was the front part of Cadence’s head, and a set of fingers gripping the changeling’s jaw for dear life.

“CHRYSALIS! PLEASE! DON’T EAT ME!” Cadence begged profusely, having reached the conclusion that she could no longer escape this terrible fate under her own power, if she ever could to begin with. “I’LL DO ANYTHING! YOU CAN HAVE MY LOVE! I’LL LET YOU USE ME AS A SEX TOY! I’LL BE YOUR OBEDIENT SERVANT! JUST DON’T-!”

Cadence’s screams halted, as she noticed a row of sharp fangs enter her peripheral vision from above. She had slipped into Chrysalis’ mouth completely, her hands still holding on as the rest of her body sunk down into the wet, meat tunnel that led down to the changeling’s guts. She could already feel the uvula passing through her mane, and any second now she’d reach the point of no return.

“YOU CAN HAVE MY KINGDOM! YOU CAN HAVE SHINING! I WON’T GET IN YOUR WAY IF YOU TAKE OVER EQUESTRIA!”

Cadence was in hysterics, saying anything she could to get Chrysalis to stop. It might have been cowardly, but not knowing what would happen to her if her soul was consumed and, presumably, digested, brought out a weakness in herself that she didn’t even know existed. While she wasn’t in a condition that she could think about the words she was saying, one could excuse her promises as outright lies, or at the least a belief that even if Chrysalis took over Equestria, some other pony would find a way to stop her.

No matter the intent though, her words fell on deaf ears, and soon the force pulling her down was too much for her. The fingers on Chrysalis’ jaw that acted as her final life line slipped, turning to a water-like state when the pressure on them became too much, marking the end of this whole charade the changeling made Cadence endure.

“CHRYSALIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS!!!!” Cadence screamed as her last word, as she fell down into the stomach below.

The sight of the outside world disappeared instantly as the alicorn went around the bend of Chrysalis’ throat, only the light of it hitting the back of Chrysalis’ mouth reaching Cadence’s eyes she slipped into darkness, becoming ever more distant, until it simply blinked out of existence.

Cadence was now in an endless blackness, one much worse than the one in her own body that was her mindscape. Unlike there, where she would have had full freedom of movement, if not for Chrysalis’ efforts to pull her out, this place was very constricting, practically removing all ability to do any form of movement. This inability to be autonomous only got worse when she actually reached the stomach, where she being forced inside the flesh sack, her spiritual body melting into the shape of a malformed blob, losing all features that would have identified her as Princess Cadence.

The only thing the alicorn still had was her mind, which was not exactly within her control itself. The only thing she could think about was what was going to happen next. Was she going to be stuck here, in this perpetual darkness, for as long as Chrysalis lived? Was she going to be digested, turned into some form of food source for the changeling? What would it mean if she was? Would she still exist in some manner, as part of Chrysalis? Would she possibly lose all memory of who she was, and just become another function of the changeling’s body? The truth was probably worse than she could imagine.

It wasn’t long before Cadence learned what was to become of her, as she felt an odd sensation, one that was in no way pleasant. She was becoming… smaller. Parts of her spiritual form were being stripped away from her bit by bit, at what could be called a cellular level. She was being absorbed by Chrysalis, the sum parts of her spirit being scattered from one another. It felt like Cadence was losing herself, slowly becoming just a particle with a consciousness, incapable of doing anything, even if she had had the freedom to do so.

Cadence wanted to scream, but shapeless as she had become, all she could do was emulate the act in her mind. Her screams devolved quickly into anger at the changeling who had done this to her, cursing Chrysalis’ name and wishing that no matter how powerful she had become, that someday she would get her well deserved fate. Near the end her anger resided, perhaps indicating that the part of her that could feel anger had been consumed, and a subtle fear returned to her as she came to the understanding that this was it. This was her destiny, and nothing could stop it. She didn’t want it to be like this, but lashing out as she had wouldn’t solve anything. It was over, and all she could do now was accept it.

Cadence awaited the moment when she no longer felt fear, and no longer felt anything. The ultimate end that she believed was coming for her. Yet, her consciousness didn’t fade. No matter how much time passed, she could continue to feel, think for herself, and recognize that she was Princess Cadence. She could still remember her past experiences, her time with her friends, mentors, and loved ones, and reflect on them. To some this might have been akin to some sort of heaven, where one could just relive their best memories forever, but for Cadence it only filled her with sorrow.

The alicorn, or perhaps former alicorn at this point, believed she would suffer in this anguish forever, unable to ever interact with those she cared for as long as she continued to exist. Then something unexpected happened… She blinked.

This was strange, because from the moment she became a formless pool of ectoplasm, she didn’t have eyes or lids for them needed to blink, and yet she was certain that she felt the action performed. She tried to do it again, but nothing came from it. She started to think it was just a trick of her mind, but then she felt it again. She was certainly blinking. What’s more, she could swear that she had an actual body again, as she could feel arms, legs, a torso, and all the other parts that had been taken from her, though they felt a little strange now. What’s more, she couldn’t get them to move.

It was maddening, that her senses were telling her she had form, but she couldn’t get that form to do as she wanted. She kept trying, hoping that this whole thing was just a nightmare, and that she had been in bed with Shining all along. After all, it really was impossible to do what Chrysalis did, so it couldn’t have been real. She focused on blinking more, thinking that if she got control of her eyes, she could wake up. Finally the eyelids moved again, and with them opening, sight returned to Cadence.

What she saw though was not what she wanted, as when her vision returned, she found herself still in the cave, right where the nightmare took place, and staring right into the face of her withered, lifeless body.

Chrysalis smiled as she stared at the defiled corpse of her first victim, the dried out husk still held in pose by the crystal manacles bonds she had placed on its arms and legs while it still housed Cadence’s soul. Hardly five minutes had passed since Cadence was torn from this vessel, and now she was the one that housed that soul, along with all that once made up the princess. With Cadence near fully digested, Chrysalis had full access to all of the alicorn’s memories, thoughts, and magical ability. Anything Cadence knew or could do was something Chrysalis knew or could do now. She was even aware that at that very moment, Cadence was seeing things through her eyes, and feeling things through her body.

It was by her design that things had turned out this way, as she had merged Cadence into her very being, making their souls one. This, however, didn’t mean that Cadence had any influence over her body, or access to her own thoughts and experiences. The mare was a mere passenger now, incapable of doing anything but think and feel. If Chrysalis was to describe it, she would say that she was now Cadence, but Cadence was not her, not even on a subconscious level. Just another individual in her body whom she could silence at any time, who got the table scraps of Chrysalis’ senses, and would be force fed them even if she didn’t want it, which she certainly wouldn’t with what the changeling had in store for her.

As Chrysalis basked at her triumph over the first of her three targets, a hand came and grabbed one of the goat horns on her head, yanking her backwards.

“Enjoy your meal, my little minion?” asked Atamanna, who had appeared out of nowhere, already well aware of everything that her Succubus had done.

At first Chrysalis looked discomforted, but a grin quickly crept onto her face, “Yes, my mistress.” she replied, grasping her own breast, through the dress she had stolen from Cadence, in one hand as her expressions turned lewd, “That soul was sweeter and more delicious than the most potent love I’ve ever tasted.”

Atamanna returned a gentle smile to the changeling, knowing that her words and reactions were genuine. Chrysalis was no longer capable of deception, not to her at least. Her own soul belonged to the Djinn, and that prevented the former queen from doing anything against her, with some small exceptions.

Funnily enough, with Cadence’s soul now merged permanently to Chrysalis’, that meant that she now owned the alicorn as well, though in the state that she was in, that hardly meant anything. Only that she was free to torment the princess as she pleased, which was a task she felt her latest servant was performing well already. Still, it was an excuse to commemorate the acquisition of these two souls with another piece of jewelry. A clit ring, encrusted with a gemstone that hung from a chain to dangle over her pussy slit, colored equal parts pink and black, which was magically enchanted to be linked to her soulbound slave, just as all her other gems were.

“My body is so… aroused, minstress.” Chrysalis went on to say, her Succubus persona taking over as she rubbed her body in crudely sexual ways, “I’ve never felt so good. I think I might have climaxed during the merger.” The changeling embraced herself, reveling in the state of a perpetual afterglow that started the moment she joined Cadence with herself, “I can’t wait to see what it feels like when I’ve done the same to Starlight and Twilight Sparkle.”

“I’m so happy you are so pleased with your wish,” Atamanna said as she released the curled horn in her hand, loving the corrupted changeling’s attitude, “But I fear you’ll have to wait.”

“Why?” Chrysalis asked, the goat’s statement entering into an area were she could resist it, as obedience would go against the desire of her wish, which was swift vengeance against her foes.

“Don’t worry, my pet,” Atamanna reassured, “You will eventually get your revenge against the ones we’ve marked, but that can happen at any time. Right now, I have a task for you that isn’t just important, but I think you’ll enjoy fulfilling.”

Chrysalis couldn’t think of anything she would want more than making Twilight and Starlight suffer at her hands, but the goat seemed sure that the changeling would enjoy doing what she had in mind. It wouldn’t hurt to at least listen, and then decide if it was worth putting off her revenge for.

Author's Note

Hey guys. Schorl here. You might have noticed that I've been working more on this story as of late, as opposed to some of my other stories. Then again, maybe not, because perhaps you don't really read any of the other stories. Anyways, point is that I've had a bit of an urge to work more on this story lately, because I really do enjoy playing around with there micro scenarios, based around this goat genie OC.

However, for those who might have been here from the start, you might be aware that this story started off as a sort of "ask/response" project, where people could make wishes as characters, and the chapters would be based off of wishes that me and Scylla, one of my artist friends, liked enough to want to make images and stories off of them. While there were plenty of wishes we enjoyed, in all honesty the turn out for this project has been very low, and at this point has pretty much stopped altogether. It's a shame, cause I feel that had this story started at the peek of the MLP fandom, it would have been one of those things that would have gotten tons of notoriety and viewer participation, which might have turned out quite a few more short stories featuring some of our favorite characters.

With the well running dry though, I've decided to have this story come to a conclusive end, and have decided on what path I want that ending to take. This means that no more "wish" comments are going to be reviewed or accepted, and the story from here on out will be an actual story, instead of responses to readers. Now this doesn't mean that the story is going to end soon, as I still have at least eight more chapters in mind, and I'll be hopping back to other projects in the near future. This only means that at this point the tale has a definitive ending in mind, and all future chapters will be working towards that end, which will eventually come out, unless circumstances arise that prevent me from doing so.

With that announcement made, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, as well as all the chapters to come, and thank you for continuing to read my delightfully deviant tales of a Djinn corrupting the wishes of our favorite characters.