To Love Your Torturer

Shining Armor slowly opened his tired eye to the sound of Chrysalis, only somewhat, softly calling his name beside of him.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep for but it had apparently been more than enough time according to his warden, as she was just about to tap his shoulder when he awoke.

He looked into her deep, green eyes.

Just by basic visual clues, she seemed much less merciful and empathic now than what she had done by the end of theri last session.

She looked cold like the time he was discovered, and perhaps a tat annoyed... Maybe he had been difficult to wake up? Even so, whilst she seemed much less approachable and motherly at the moment, she did seem somewhat gentle still, as she carefully retracted her effeminate hoof from around his shoulder as she noticed his open eye.

She had had a long time to collect herself after the emotional ride that had been their previous torture session. Now, with her emotions settled, she had reverted back to her usual, cruel self... at least in regards to her general attitude. But there was something changed about her... A glimpse in her eyes, hidden beneath layers of changeling pride, seemed genuinely happy to see her victim awaken without tears filling his eye.

And she'd better be, because compared to the bombardment of retched feelings Shining had been violently dragged through, her "emotional ride" seemed more like an emotional "Walk in the park."

After being so utterly, utterly devastated both mentally and physically, that he was just about ready to give up everything he had fought so hard to keep, waking up to anything but immediate pain felt surreal to him. It was like he had been dragged through another dimension. One made of pure agony and grief.

"Shining?" Chrysalis asked calmly, trying to ensure her tone was neither too soft nor too harsh, but failing in the sense that she mostly sounded confused.

"Y-yes?" whispered the stallion hoarsely, quickly clearing his throat from bloody slime, as he noticed he was barely able to form audible words.

Chrysalis sighed deeply.

"I'm willing to lay the eggs if you're willing to put them in me," she said bluntly, not knowing if the seemingly dazed male remembered what she had already promised.

Shining tried to nod, but gave up immediately as his neck was hurting.

His head was clearing up, however, and he felt relieved that he remembered the last words he heard before passing out.

"Thank you for giving me the chance, your majesty. I promise I'll try to... love you."

The words sounded weird in his mouth... Or was it vomit? Either thing seemed foul to him at the time.

"I just need some time," he continued, trying to picture a mental path to even liking her in his dunking mind.

Chrysalis tilted her head a bit.

"You have a week," he exclaimed equally as bluntly.

Shining's eye shut wide open.

"A week!" he called out shocked, completely forgetting about his broken body and accidentally hurting himself by turning his neck towards her far faster than he could handle.

He let out a masculine whine through his teeth as his captor caught his rotating head with her hoof and cushioned it gently, laying it down on its side.

She then turned her womanly body around on the spot and clopped away from the white horse while contemplating what to answer.

"Yes... A week..." she started way less informatively than she would have liked to in hindsight.

From his position, all Shining could see of her was her massive, curvy mare-ass, and her swaying tail, and it was very difficult to stare at an ass in anger... Especially one so utterly round and perfect as hers.

He wanted to interject right then and there and just ask her straight up if she ever even intended to give him a fair chance, but he kept his mouth shut. Which may have been for the better because the changeling queen was just about to give her explanation for his limited time pool.

"A week because your superiors might get suspicious if they don't hear back from you soon..." she said, interrupting his fuming thoughts.

"A week because I am living in constant fear of Celestia attacking first..."

"A week because I'm generous enough to allow you a fair chance to learn to direct your affections in my honor."

There it was... She felt a week was fair... A week was no time at all to do something so seemingly impossible. Celesitia wouldn't have given him a week to find out what the changelings where planning. Yet, considering her other arguments, shining couldn't really interject with that. A week was unfair by every definition of the word, but it was Generous.

"I..." Shining started, already lost for words.

"I accept..." he let out in the form of a wordy sigh.

The queen nodded. Something he could just exactly see in the form of the tip of a mane and horn bobbing up and down over the horizon of his vision that was made out of nothing but thick ass.

"Does today count?" he followed up, hopefully.

"Afraid so," answered the queen instantly, causing him to somehow sink even further into the torture device he was lying in.

"I understand," he mumbled, somewhat accepting of those terms. "What about my mother, you'll let her go, correct?"

The queen bit her lips.

"No. Sorry. She will be moved from her cell to a guest room, but she will stay here."

Now, Shining was truely starting to lose hope for this little thought-experiment of theirs.

"Y-you won't release her?" his words sounded utterly dispirited. "She has nothing to do with this. You can let her go. I'll never love you if you keep my mother as a prisoner!"

He was getting loud, and the queen had to actively contain herself to not revert back to her torturous ways, gritting her teeth and quietly growling to herself.

She wasn't used to being yelled at without getting to make whomever did pay in blood.

"Be. Quiet..." she said loudly and dominantly.

It took everything he had to shut himself up, but for the sake of not ruining everything already, he did. At least she would be moved to a guestroom.

"I can't let her go because she could alert Equestria to your predicament," the queen continued, slightly calmer.

"She's a very sensible, not to mention loyal pony. If the three of us talked together, I could convince her to not say anything. I'm sure of it. And I'll bet my life ten times over that she would keep that promise," Shining explained with steadfast resolve.

The queen sighed.

"I believe you feel that way. And I believe she's a good mother to you, but you can't expect me to pin that level of trust on her."

Shining was tense with despair on her behalf. He knew he barely had an argument, but he had been certain she would be released before he asked, and he wasn't ready to accept that wasn't the case yet. He was grasping at straws, but for her freedom, he intended to grasp hard.

"I know, I know. But please, she's not good at being restricted. She's terrified of you... It's horrible for her here. Guest room or not. It would really help a lot on my end as well... With... L-loving you."

The queen sighed.

"Shining... I know this is hard to hear, but even if I somehow trusted her fully. I still couldn't let her go..."

Shining blinked in confusion.

"Why not?"

The queen turned her large, curvy body around and returned to her soon to be date's placement.

"Shining... If this is experiment were to fail..." there was a long pause in her answer, caused both by her doubting if she should even say this, and by her making sure he was listening.

Shining squinted his eye.

"If this plan of ours doesn't yield results... we would have to go back to-"

"Don't say it," Shining interrupted with heavy words.

The queen shut her mouth and looked at the grumpy looking stallion. Anger was shining in his eye.

She closed her's and nodded gently.

They both knew what would happen if this plan were to fail. And they both knew that Twilight Velvet was one of Chrysalis' most valuable tools in torturing Shining. Even though she, herself, wasn't fond of it.

"If it's any relief I don't enjoy using her..." the massive changeling uttered.

"It's not," mumbled Shining in return.

It really wasn't. But he had to suck that all up for the moment being. Or at least try his very best to.

"But it's the way things are... I guess," he added with a mumble as well.

The queen nodded.

"Another thing we need to take care of..." she segwayed, bobbing at Shinings horn.

He looked up at it, having forgotten after all that crippling that that thing at least was still attached.

"What about it? My magic doesn't work down here."

"True, but I don't intend for you to stay down here..."

The possibility of leaving the dungeon had for some reason been yet to cross his mind.

"O-oh, of course..." he said, stumbling over his words.

The queen smiled at that. Somehow, the fact that he had thought she would keep her lover in her dungeon amused her.

"You thought I'd keep you down here," she almost teased. "You really don't think highly of your queen, do you?"

The stallion blushed a little and scrunched his muzzle like an offended colt.

"Sorry..."

"What size horn ring do you use?"

Shining thought for a moment.

"Seven, I believe..." he said, having never actually worn any jewelry, but knowing his wife used a size eight.

A deep, dark green color emerged as a dim glow from Chrysalis' long, crooked, sharp, changeling horn and a moment later, Shining felt a tight feeling at the stem of his horn.

"A suppression ring?" he asked, unable to see what had happened.

Once again, the queen nodded.

"It's either that, or I saw your horn off."

Shining sighed.

"Very well, then... I am once again at your mercy, Queen Chrysalis... Take me to where you desire... and I will try my best to love you."