Twilight looked over at Pinkie; the pink mare was in a violet apron while Twilight was in a dark pink robe. It had been three days since her discussion with Spike and the mystery dragoness, that had disturbing implications. Both weren’t happy, this world’s Spike was actively looking for changelings for some reason.

Spike had seemed pretty reasonable over their stay, but as time went on the possible connections to the Spike they knew were slipping further and further away from what made them comfortable. Now the two of them were in a room with this world’s version Chrysalis. She definitely had a frame comparable to that of Celestia, but instead of the G-Cup sized bust Twilight remembered from her last encounter with Chrysalis the changeling queen had a set of erotically enticing I-Cup sized breasts, all topped off with silver and brass ring snuggly placed at the base of her horn only seemed to add to her eroticism. As suspected, she was masquerading as one of Spike’s high ranking maids. She was also completely shameless in her appearance, as was evident by the fact the charcoal black changeling queen was completely naked before them, seemed she was either reliant on her shapeshifting abilities to portray the illusion of attire or she had just chosen to completely disregard entire after her ruse had been undone. Her slime green areolas were just a dark enough tone when compared to her slime green tits enough to make the whole sight aesthetically pleasing. Pinkie seemed to be on the verge of drooling with excitement, Twilight felt similarly to Pinkie.

“Well,” said Spike with amusement as he and Chrysalis were beginning their chat, he was dressed in a blue and indigo business casual suit with a white shirt and midnight blue tie, “you’ve certainly proved effective at what your kind are capable of. And from what I hear, you’re quite the cunning strategist. So, how about I give you and your subordinates jobs. You’ll be provided all your needs, will have improved shelter from the elements and a place to sleep should you require them.” Twilight and Pinkie made no move to hide their surprise, it looked like Spike’s guards that were scattered across the room had the same look on their faces as well.

“A generous offer,” said Chrysalis in feigned disinterest, “just what kind of duties would my hive and myself be undertaking?”

“Nothing outside your capabilities, I assure you,” said Spike, “I would like to employ your hive as spies with you acting as my spymaster. We’ll ensure you get whatever nourishment you need; I’m even willing to place you all in places that have a high display of open, genuine love to better facilitate things. I’m even willing to give into any other requests or demands you might have, provided you are working under me.”

“I see,” said Chrysalis with mock enjoyment, “but you’re forgetting one thing?”

“And what is that?” Spike inquired, he was genuinely curious.

“Changeling queens don’t take well to being subordinates,” said Chrysalis before rising and making a show of leaving, Pinkie and Twilight both felt very disappointed in themselves for finding Chrysalis’s surprisingly luscious yet firm rear attractive. The changeling queen made a go to remove the magic-nullifying ring on her horn, a mandatory part of her meeting with Spike when she had both her arms grasped by the pair of dragon guards by the entryway she was attempting to exit. “What is the meaning of this?” Chrysalis demanded, clearly feeling like she was being treated poorly.

Spike let out a drawn-out sigh before saying, “I decided to do things diplomatically, even going as far as to make things enticing for you. I brought Twilight along so she could whip up a formal document outlining the entirety of our agreement and Pinkie along to better coordinate a formal celebration of our agreement. But it seems your sense of importance got in the way of a proper agreement that would have been probably more beneficial to you than me, I literally gave you the high ground in this and you didn’t recognize it. I’m truly disappointed, everything I offered would have made it so that you would have ranked higher than all but the most prized ponies in my collection." Pinkie and Twilight didn’t like the sound of that, “but now you’ll find your subordinates will find themselves in a similar position to the ponies, and it’s all your fault. Take her to the special chamber I had prepared in the event of this potential outcome.” The two dragon guards nodded and dragged the Chrysalis off somewhere.

Twilight was wondering why it had taken days for this meeting to happen when Chrysalis had been apprehended almost sixteen hours after Spike had gone to check on his high ranked maids earlier that very week, apparently this was because Spike had been arranging things for certain eventualities. “Aren’t you worried about her overpowering the inhibitor ring?” Twilight inquired as she and Pinkie got up to leave.

“Seeing as that’s actually a magic nullifying ring specifically designed with alicorns in mind,” said Spike, “she’ll find it rather hard to short out. Besides, she’ll have changed her tune sooner than you probably think.” Pinkie and Twilight shivered a bit at the thought of that as they rushed out of the room the sooner they were away from whatever Spike had planned for Chrysalis the better, both seriously hoping it wouldn’t be some kind of torture.

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Chrysalis found herself strapped to a device of some kind that had her arms and legs spread out in a near perfect X-formation. It was clear this room had been prepared in advance, and the four additional magic canceling rings on her horn was proof they didn’t want her doing anything of her own accord here. She had been locked in this dungeon, which had numerous sex tools for what felt like at least an hour before Spiked waltzed in, completely naked, and closed the door behind him then locked said door.

“Of course,” said Spike, “you could have avoided all this if you had taken up my offer, unless you requested this sort of treatment, of course. I can’t have a force as potentially disruptive as you moving about my territory unchecked, and all your hidden forces won’t make a move without your sayso, from what I’ve gathered thus far. We’re going to be here until you submit to my rule, and we’ve restrained your magic just in case you get any funny ideas. Now, I would usually leave this up to one of my specialists,” he picked up a dark forest green collar emblazoned with an emerald flame and her name inscribed artfully on it in an aesthetic she actually did seem to like but made a display of making it appear she would never show or admit to such things.”

“A collar, like those little ponies,” Chrysalis chuckled, “that won’t work on me.”

“This one was designed with changelings in mind,” said Spike with a smirk, “after my forces apprehended you I made sure to have them get a full read on your magic energies, all of them, and turned over the readings to a specialist. I don’t really know how to make sense of the equipment we used, most dragons and none of the ponies are like that as well, but the collar specialists know exactly how to read and interpret that data to make the collars we use on all the entities in our possession. You might think you’re ready for whatever I planned for you and you can whether through what I have in store for you,” he gave an even bigger toothy grin, “but very few can withstand the treatment I’m about to give you.” He strapped the collar to Chrysalis’s neck and watched the item a few seconds before it flashed the color of Spike’s fire, a few seconds later Chrysalis’s eye’s flashed the same color and tone the collar had a moment prior. “Now I don’t have complete command of your body, and you can’t resist or hold out on the commands. By the time we’re done here, you’ll be more than happy to call me whatever I want you to refer to me as.” Spike gave an erotic lick of his lips as he moved in close to Chrysalis’s face, the changeling queen gave a shiver of fear that was tinged with excitement, to her confusion.

Spike pulled a lever and Chrysalis found her rear facing the Dragonlord, “I would usually do something to get the one here to request I do what is coming next,” said Spike, “but all those tools are designed with ponies in mind and we don’t know what kind of effect they would have your kind. So I’m just going to give a good old fashioned rape, feel free to scream as much as you want, this chamber is designed to keep all the sounds in regardless of their type or intensity.” With that, he unceremoniously rammed his twin rods into both of her lower holes.

Chrysalis wanted to retort but was stopped when she felt intense pain, for about three seconds, before fireworks rocked her body. She had never felt like this before, she had always been the dominant force. At no point had even considered or entertained being in the submissive position. She neither had any idea nor cared how long this was going to last, all she cared about was keeping the fireworks of blissful pleasure exploding through her body. She hoped and desired that when she did climax, a moment she both craved and dreaded, it would be like some great fireworks finally in her head that would make the rest of the fireworks seem like a prelude.

Chrysalis did her best to just lean into it all, seeking only the pleasure that flooded her entire body. Her breasts bounced with far more elasticity and vigor than any time before, but she didn’t notice any of that due to the immense flood of pleasure that coursed through her body. A pleasure so great that at worst could be called fireworks, at best there was nothing to could act as a proper analogy. She was drowning in pleasure, all she wanted was more. She would do anything, without question, asked of her with this bliss coursing through her very being.

Neither noticed as Spike’s coloration spread out from the point Spike was ramming the changeling queen. They wouldn’t notice her changes for some time. From the point of her first orgasm, of many, Chrysalis would continue to scream about belonging to Spike, an act that would cause his sexual domination of the changeling queen to intensify in its ferocity. By the time they stopped several days would have passed.

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Two weeks after Spike’s try at a meeting with Chrysalis, the changeling queen was going around in what could only be described as a slutty secretary outfit with platinum bands on her right arm and left leg. Spike had also officially declared Chrysalis his new personal aide, to Twilight’s horror. Made all the more real by the fact Chrysalis was going about like Spike was an absolute authority, apparently sexually dominating a Changeling queen triggers some part of their brain to register the one who dominated them as an entity to follow without fail. The effect on Chrysalis also apparently filtered down to all changelings as well, her massive hive of several hundred thousand were now all of the opinion that Spike was a great ruling authority.

Twilight had even managed to find this world’s version Thorax, who was perfectly happy the changelings were not going with an invasion plan and happily signed up to work in Sunset’s place of occupation since he really didn’t like the idea of doing spy work. This was definitely not the kind of outcome Twilight had thought possible. Spike had only spent three days sexually dominating Chrysalis before she swore eternal fealty to Spike, she and the changelings would question what was asked of them but only so far as to better understand what was being asked of them.

Twilight wasn’t particularly thrilled by the development, especially since she had caught Spike sexually dominating Chrysalis publicly more than a few times since the whole thing started. The worst part, the entire city was perfectly okay with the display. Yes, the changelings had all lost the holes in their limbs but they all were a lighter shade of purple than Spike with their manes being a lighter shade of green from his spines. Chrysalis’s coloration was a near perfect match to Spike in mane and body; she even had a scale pattern going all throughout her exterior as well. The only thing didn’t seem to have changed were her eye color, but the shape was definitely more draconic, her areolas and her teats.

Twilight and Pinkie found it more than a little creepy to see the once prideful changeling queen now the image of the blissfully willing slave; it just didn’t feel right. Of course, next to nothing about this world felt right. From its history, to the power dynamics, and even relationships. It all felt like something that they should have never encountered, they needed to get home asap but from the last estimates, they heard that wouldn’t be until a month after the competition. Twilight really didn’t want to see ponies fighting each other in some kind of bloodsport, neither did Pinkie. Also, it was an alternate of Twilight’s brother that would be competing against four unknowns, that was never a good sign.

That all said, the changeling situation was also something Twilight wasn’t all too fond of, and neither was Pinkie. A situation made all the more annoying by various residents of Dragon Crown, especially the ponies, partaking in various erotic acts. Because of her relation and position as the changeling queen, Chrysalis was easily marked as being Spike’s, due to her station and relation regarding her hive the entire hive was also marked as being Spike’s and no individual changeling could be marked as belonging to another dragon. The worst part of it, Twilight and Pinkie found Chrysalis to be very sexually attractive. They didn’t mind some members of her hive being that way, seeing as they had some interaction with Thorax after the reform of the changelings and were not afraid to admit that he did have some physically attractive attributes when it came to a being male.

Even so, Sunset bringing changelings home with her, that mare’s new home was still in the works, to bed wasn’t something Twilight liked to see, even if they were highly attractive looking changeling mares. Pinkie ran into a similar issue with her business, some of the changelings applied to work at her place, and Sweetie Drops had brought a few mares back with her for some adult playtime.

There was even a time Chrysalis came to the archives to assess how bad things were, she had looked and acted very professional during the entire visit, until the last few minutes when she met Spike outside the archives and ended up with her face and bosom completely covered n his cum with a grin of pure bliss on her face. It was at that point Twilight decided to see if there were any ways for her to help speed up the transdimensional pinging device, she didn’t mind getting super in-depth with telling the system what to look for when they got operational.

Author's Note

I’m thinking of making the next chapter a more in-depth look at the sexual interactions of Spike and Chrysalis that were mostly alluded to in this chapter, please leave your thought on that in the comments (but place it in the Soilier setting so that you don’t potentially ruin the experience for readers that come to this chapter or story after you.