To Love Your Torturer

When Shining finally opened his singular eye once again, he couldn't feel his legs... None of them.

His breathing was heavy and strained but consistent in rythm. His sight, slightly blurry but he hadn't been completely blinded.

He concluded that he must have been blacked out for quite a while after his last session, because other than his lack of limbs feeling strange and unwelcome, he wasn't in much pain... Until he started moving.

He groaned in misery as he tried shifting himself, the soreness of his abused body almost surprising him.

On top of that, it was difficult to adjust himself, as, with only a stump of a front leg to use as a rodder, he didn't have much power over his muscular body.

It wasn't just difficult, but downright impossible for him to move his head, though, as it was restrained in an upright position, able to be turned even slightly.

He wasn't on the rack anymore. He was looking out from the bottom of a large, porcelain bowl. A different torture device of his captor, surely.

He was alone...

He took a deep breath and started crying from his functional eye. He had known for a while that he had become a cripple. With all that torture there was no two ways around it. But before losing his front legs... and apparently the back legs as well, he had kept a vague hope of recovery. That hope was gone now. He was left legless. A body with a head, awaiting further pain and mutilation.

But the biggest reason he was shedding tears wasn't for his ruined body. It was for his daughter, his wife, his sister, his father, not to mention, his poor, poor mother who would suffer on his behalf.

All ponies who would grief because of him... Because he just couldn't let another agent go in his place. All ponies he would never see again... Except for his mother.

His stomach turned at the thought of watching his mother be tortured again. She had even tried so hard to stop him from taking on this foolish mission. It was his fault she was here.

His train of sad thought was broken as he heard a door creak open not too far away from him, followed by the familiar sound of heavy hoof steps.

He gritted his teeth as he saw his tormenter's frame appear above the bowl he was tied up beneath.

She looked at him sternly, eyes cold with calm disdain.

Shining's lips were shivering. He was distraught, mutilated, depressed. Yet he was first to talk

"Hurting me while we were merely talking only shows off how insecure you are," he tried, his words coming from a place of courage he couldn't even feel he had access to anymore.

The queen growled, showing off her predatory teeth once again.

"Talking?! You were spewing shit, Shining Armor. You were disrespecting your queen, and you were talking nonsense " Chrysalis growled.

Shining scoffed.

"Being reminded of our insecurities shouldn't be taken with offense, your majesty. It helps us grow," he said grumpily. Then he realized where he was.

"Shit!"

"Indeed, Shining... Shit."

They looked at each-other, chrysalis slowly manifesting a satisfied grin, while Shining groaning in dismay at the mere thought.

"Haven't I suffered enough for today?" whimpered Shining.

"Not by a long shot, pathetic equine!" shouted the menacing bug queen as she turned around and slammed her chubby, wide plot down on the toilet seat, her own weight making her thick cheeks separate widely for Shining to look at her, (for a succubus), surprisingly tight assets.

He looked at her starfish and scoffed at the thought of what was about to happen.

"You feel humiliated, so you desire to humiliate me as well... You could use your words for that, you know," Uttered Shining half in disgust and half in arousal from looking at a firm plot.

"Shut it, horse!" the queen yelled.

"Please, Chrysalis! What did I do wrong? I get you're offended, but please tell me why, and I'll gladly apologize."

The queen laughed in annoyance.

"If you don't get what you did wrong, there is seriously no helping you. You talk down to your queen, you disrespect her- You try to make a bet with her, you have the audacity to claim she doesn't know her own race. Even if I said yes to your stupid bet, and you won, all it would show is that you've found a mutant... Unless you suggest my whole hive is mutated?"

Shining bit his lips...

"Can I say something, without being... Shat on?"

There was a long pause from Chrysalis...

"You may talk, and I'll consider it."

Her soon to be toilet sighed beneath her, his breath echoing against the porcelain.

"I'm sorry Chrysalis... I really am sorry... I was on drugs and didn't think straight, but I know what I said and I'm willing to take the blame for my choice of words. All I wanted, though, was to see for myself if what you said was true... I'm sure you're right, but can you blame me for wanting confirmation? I don't have the biggest amount of trust in you. You can understand that, right? You raped me in the past, you kidnapped my wife, hid right under our muzzles... I get you did it for your race, and although I don't exactly like you... I can respect that... But can you please, then, respect my desire to know?"

Chrysalis thought over his words... They didn't really lessen her anger, but they did bring her to understand his thoughts a little better.

"I can. I respect your desire to know, but I don't respect your approach, nor your attitude."

Shining sighed.

"I was out of line... I get that... If it helps, I'm here, and I can't do anything about it. Do what you came to do, if you must. I just hope that you will allow such a conversation another time," he said with a strong hint of sadness.

"We're still talking, aren't we?"

"Y-yes?"

The queen spread her legs and looked down at the whimpering pony beneath her plot.

"If you fuck up again, you'll spend the rest of your life as my fucking toilet, understood?"

Shining tried to nod, but couldn't in his tight bindings, so he opted to answer pathetically instead.

"Yes, your majesty."

"First thing first. Accept that I know my kind."

"Yes, your majesty. You know them better than I do. I already admitted that, and I intend to stand by it."

"Good. Now, state your case."

"I want to know if you might be willing to experiment with a few Antler-beings?"

"Negative. I know all about them already, already tried making a few."

Hearing this made shining slightly skeptical, but interested him nonetheless.

"Is it only that they disobey you that makes you stray from them?"

"It is not. Like I said. They are non-functional. They can't breed with me. My hive would end in one generation."

Shining lifted an eyebrow.

"Don't you breed with ponies?" he asked, as that was what he had learned in his little course on changelings.

The queen smiled.

"My, my. You really do know little about us. Yes. I breed ponies to gain a diverse gene pool and then I breed changelings to create actual eggs."

Shining was flappergasted.

"Oh... uh, okay... C-could you keep a few breeders then?" he suggested, trying to think of a solution.

She shook her head.

"The condition is contagious. Once enough changelings have changed, the rest will go with them."

"Hmm. And you're sure they can't breed."

Shining gasped as the Queen's asshole began pulsating above him, before showering him in a thick bassy fart.

"Don't suggest I don't know my children... Got it?"

Between coughs, Shining answered in a strained, humiliated manner.

"Yes, your majesty."

Chrysalis closed her legs to avoid the smell of herself, thinking a bit about how sure she actually was... Shining was strong, if not merely annoying. How well he meant his people impressed her... He deserved to know the full extent of her knowledge on this matter...

"I guess there is something I haven't tried..."