The Sting of Shame

Chrysalis, former queen of the glorious changeling hive and once powerful enough to defeat a goddess, was... scrubbing a toilet. The brush, held between her teeth by its long handle, scraped away at built-up filth until the porcelain pony throne was as shiny as a waxed carapace.

She was presently in the form of a pony, wearing a very cliché black and white maid outfit. Her mane and tail were made of medium length brown hair that seemed particularly obeying of gravity as it drooped down in very straight strands. A simple gray coat was visible where her outfit didn't cover her.

She stood up straight, feeling and hearing bones crack in her neck and upper back. They were bones she normally did not have, but the experience was not exactly new to her. She had certainly done plenty of manual labor for the sake of maintaining cover before, especially before she had become the hive's queen. Still, she was not happy to be reduced to it yet again after earning something better, only to have it all stripped away from her by a traitor and his pony friends. In fact, the reason she was scrubbing a toilet in the first place was precisely to get back what she had lost: Her throne. And no, the irony there was not lost on her.

The present plan was to infiltrate Canterlot Castle to steal a powerful relic hidden in the Princess' private library. She didn't know what exactly it was or how it worked, only that her expertise in gathering information had paid off when she heard rumors about it. In her experience, rumors tended to have much more truth to them than skeptical ponies gave them credit for. After hearing that this mysterious relic was powerful and about its general location, she was convinced that at least that much was true.

Chrysalis spit the brush into the soapy bucket and scrunched her muzzle as droplets splashed against the bottom of it. Ew. Toilet water. But that was fine, and she would persist, as revenge was within her reach. She could be patient. She picked up the bucket by its handle and carried it out of the restroom to her maid cart, setting it down. Its wheels squeaked in protest as she pushed it through the regal halls to the maintenance closet that doubled as her boss's office. Pushing the cart in first, she nudged the door open (propped open with a small doorstop), and called out to her boss.

"Wet Floor? You in here?" she asked, unable to see his desk behind a thin partition.

"Uh huh," the stallion replied in a lazy grunt. "You done with them toilets?"

"Yeah, I'm done. So, you said I could- er, I mean, that I have to dust in the library next, right?" she asked.

"Ah, yeah, library. You seem awful excited about dustin'. You like them books er somethin'?"

"Oh, uh... nope! D-darn it, I sure hate... dusting. And libraries. So I'd better get it over with quickly, goodbye!"

The disguised changeling was out the door before he could even reply, feather duster already in mouth. She walked a little too quickly to the castle library and smiled at the stone-faced lone guard, who stepped aside for her. Her pony heart was hammering as she looked about for the entrance to the forbidden section, but could not see it from the entrance. Tall shelves, each holding thousands of books, lined the walls, an impressive collection of knowledge that her old hive would have found immeasurably valuable. The sheer amount of secrets to everyday pony life that her old infiltrators could have used...

She shook her head, then extended the feather duster's telescopic handle before dusting her way along the wall searching for some kind of hidden switch or lever that might reveal the secret area. Then, as she rounded a corner into another section, felt foolish, because there was a large door with a sign hanging next to it on the wall marking it as the "Forbidden Royal Reading Room".

"Oh, screw it," she said aloud and just walked right into the unguarded and unlocked room. In the middle of the small room, almost too conveniently placed, was a pedestal with some kind of object that looked strangely like a beehive. Nothing was between her and it.

Chrysalis was normally very clever. If she hadn't been blinded by greed and eagerness, she surely would have noticed how it was all just a little too easy. And she definitely would have paid mind to the soft, muted laughter drifting in from the small adjacent private garden. Even the most trusting of ponies would definitely have taken note of the soft click that came from the door closing behind her. But, in her mind, revenge was so nearby that everything else seemed invisible and meaningless.

The former queen reached a hoof out to the ancient relic, and she touched it. It flashed white from some unseen power, and at first she smiled. Her smile died as bees began to fly out from it, slowly at first, then faster until a steady stream of them poured from its exits. They buzzed angrily around her. She wasn't worried, however, as she simply reverted to her changeling form. Bees could not sting through her tough chitin, and she-

"Ow," she said as a small, sharp pain emanated from her rump. How did- "Ow. Oww! Hey! Ouch! Stop!" A flurry of needles of pain assaulted her butt, and she stopped questioning it, and instinct made her turn to flee back out the door... except the door was locked. She looked around frantically, seeing the only other exit to the small outdoor patio, a peaceful and sunny square with lovely flowers blooming in large pots. Most importantly, however, was that the door was open.

She bolted straight for it, toward freedom and open sky, where she could fly away to safety.

"She's gonna see the rope. Look at it. It's enormous," Celestia said.

"I think you underestimate how blind one can be when afraid," Luna replied.

"I hope you're right."

The door to their private reading room opened and the two sisters' ears perked up. They were sitting in comfortable patio chairs, Celestia in the sun and Luna in the shade, out of sight of the small private library.

"That has to be her," Luna whispered with a giggle. Celestia shushed her, but giggled herself.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before they heard the familiar voice of Chrysalis shouting in pain.

The two giggling princesses watched the conspicuous rope, laid out in a circle and running up to a pulley attached to an overhang. Celestia still did not expect it to work.

And yet...

Chrysalis burst out of the room accompanied by an angry buzzing swarm, and landed squarely in the middle of the trap. Triggered magically, it snared her hole-filled legs just as she was spreading her gossamer wings to flee, only to find herself upside down and held in place. Celestia wheezed at the sight, placing a hoof on her lunar sister as if for support. Luna herself was laughing uncontrollably, but found space between bursts of laughter to speak.

"I... I told you... it would... work!" she managed, then gave in to her mirth.

Chrysalis was not pleased, and prepared a lethal spell to fire at them, only to realize her magic was not working. And no matter how hard she struggled, the rope was holding her too securely to let her go.

Amidst the chaos, she had temporarily forgotten about the bees, the constant buzzing having faded away to mere background noise.

Being upside down, her tail had fallen down, leaving her ass and bright green slit exposed. Another sting came to her exposed rump and she howled angrily, helplessly. Celestia and Luna only laughed harder.

Celestia calmed down enough to speak in a breathy pant interspersed with small giggles.

"By the way, we'll let you go any time... and all you have to do is say that you're sorry for trying to steal from us," she said.

Chrysalis growled, blinded by rage. "Never! I'd sooner - ouch! - die than bow to you! Ow!" the changeling yelled, baring her sharp fangs. Her eyes widened in a surprisingly cute expression as she felt the tickle of a bee crawling on her exposed sex. Her chitinous butt was covered in little green bumps, but so far none of them had dared violate her... there. "N-no, no!" Then, as if in sheer defiance of her demand, the little insect struck, thrusting its small stinger into one of her exposed fleshy lips, the green darkening slightly in the immediate area. She howled and flailed, still as helpless as ever.

Princess Luna, perhaps in a moment of empathy brought on by her own experience as a former villain, turned to her sister. "Sister, perhaps we are being a bit... cruel?" she suggested, her smile dying amidst her discomfort.

"Oh, no, Luna, she likes it. Besides, she already knows how to get out. Just a few magic words," the sun princess said.

"Well, she doesn't seem to be enjoying it to me," Luna said suspiciously.

"Just give it a minute, trust me."

Their voices too low for Chrysalis to hear, she wailed and struggled and... moaned as a second bee stung her labia. At this point, she was more concerned about the two princesses realizing her secret love for bees. They were vicious, like her. Insects, loyal to their queen to the bitter end, and her admiration for them manifested itself in some... creative ways. Yet another one stung the sensitive flesh of her pussy and it winked open as she moaned lewdly, unable to stop a small spray of feminine changeling cum that spritzed the two ponies below.

"How did you...?" Luna asked as tiny translucent green droplets of ejaculate misted her face, forcing her to close her eyes.

"Thorax told me. She thought it was some big secret, but all the changelings knew. They never told her directly because she'd probably have killed them for it," Celestia replied.

Chrysalis moaned again, deep and throaty, as one fuzzy little bee found itself lodged inside her tunnel. It thrust its stinger into her there, and her inner walls convulsed, safely expelling the insect with a fresh wave of cum. Her mind was blanking out as more stingers penetrated her bumpy green cheeks, mere faint pinpricks at this point.

Panting and struggling half-heartedly, she felt a newly terrifying sensation. Her clitoris, swollen and peeking out from under its hood, felt fuzzy little legs crawling along it. She felt like crying because she knew exactly what was about to happen, and that she would still rather let it happen than apologize to her mortal enemies. Its abdomen wriggled, then curled, inserting its little barb into the bud of flesh. Chrysalis shrieked as pleasurable pain exploded through her body, every muscle convulsing as she had the most powerful orgasm she had experienced in decades. Another squirt of fluid sprayed from her sex, then dribbled down her ass and belly, dripping to the ground below. By the time she came down from it, Chrysalis as Equestria knew her was gone. In her place was a barely-conscious puddle of pleased bug, eyes half lidded, a dopey smile plastered on her face. She just hung there, cares forgotten along with the rest of the world, and enjoyed an immensely peaceful afterglow.

Celestia and Luna stared, jaws slack and eyes wide. They had not expected the effect to be quite so potent. With a flash of magic, Celestia called off the bees so as to keep them from pushing Chrysalis into insanity.

"Well," Luna said, "that was certainly... um."

"I, uh... yeah," Celestia agreed.

"I may require a moment alone in my chambers after this, Sister."

"I don't blame you. Look at her. Hey! Chrysalis! Thorax says he'll let you come back as a drone!" Celestia yelled. She waited. There was no reply. "Yeah, wow. She's totally gone. Even I've never cum that hard. Lucky girl."

"'Tis impressive."

"So... how about some tea?"

"Sounds good."

And so the two enjoyed a nice warm cup of green tea and watched Chrysalis gently swing to and fro in her pleased stupor.