The Art of Reprisal

The rest of the train ride, after Trixie had cleaned up the cabin in as seductive of a way as she could manage given the cramped space, was relatively uneventful. Conversation fell to a lull, and Trixie simply spent the rest of the trip in a state of deep thought while leaning against Starlight.

"So... is Trixie a sex slave?" Trixie asked as the train finally began to slow as it pulled in towards the Canterlot stop. She had had a good deal of time to think things through, and all the questions had crystalized into a few solid forms - the first of which was the first to be asked. Starlight looked at Trixie with a cocked eyebrow and gave a snort.

"Sex slave? No, no you aren't a 'sex slave'." Starlight scoffed. "Sure, I might've increased your libido, given you a predisposition towards submission - particularly towards me - and may have even altered your desires to make that all as natural as breathing for you, but you're no sex slave."

"Certainly sounds like it to Trixie." Trixie shrugged. "Trixie would go so far as to say what you just described was almost a word for word reconstruction of the definition of a sex slave."

"No no no," Starlight said, shaking her head with a smile, "you see, a sex slave doesn't get anything out of it except the pleasure of serving their master. For one, I'm not your master. I have made you neither call me master nor mistress. I might've made you think of me more highly, but certainly not as a master.

"Secondly, I've given you plenty of ways to benefit - not the least of which is making the taste of cum the most delicious thing you can think of. Making you clean up with your tongue isn't just extremely sexy to me, but is essentially a culinary masterpiece for you!" Starlight said with a chipper tone.

Trixie supposed Starlight was right about that - cum did taste fantastic now, and though she had no prior experience, she did figure Starlight's command to the effect had at least a portion in that sensation. Then again, maybe Starlight's command was superfluous and Trixie would've already thought of cum as a delicacy had she had an opportunity to taste it before the command. She'd never really get to know at this point.

"Thirdly," Starlight went on, catching Trixie's attention once more, "my authority isn't absolute. You can freely disobey me if you want. If you wanted to leave me behind and go find another dom, you honestly could."

"But Trixie couldn't find a sub?"

"What? You think you could hold one down when licking up cum is possibly the best flavor experience in your life? Good for aftercare, but trying to be the dom while perpetually wanting to either give a blow job or eat somepony out isn't exactly... well, most doms don't do it for a reason." Starlight chuckled.

"Either way, you could potentially have a sub of your own. It would be complicated, but feasible." Starlight went on. "Yet another reason why you aren't a slave! Call it number four."

"Trixie suppose those are all valid reasons." Trixie said with a shrug.

Whether that was part of the command that made everything Starlight said more acceptable as the truth was neither here nor there - as dictated by the command Starlight had given that said that whether Trixie would accept anything Starlight said was part of the command that made everything Starlight said more acceptable was neither here nor there. That too was covered by the same command in an odd self repeating cycle, but that was neither here nor there. Nothing was when it concerned Starlight.

"Exactly!" Starlight said with a smile, standing up from the seat. "It just wouldn't make sense to describe you as a sex slave." She chuckled, patting Trixie on the back congenially. "You're more of an unpaid sex intern."

Canterlot had changed a great deal, it turned out. Most of the change was derived from the brand new skyline - accentuated by the newly remodeled Castle at the pinnacle. It was of a more neoclassical style - borrowing elements from the old castle but updating them with cues from more modern design philosophies.

Many ponies found themselves fainting at the sight of the grandeur of Canterlot's new crown jewel. The regal splendor, the swooping curves, the austere battlements, the colors of proper royalty, and the gentle touch that reminded the mind through the eye of a monarchy that was more enlightened than those of its neighbors, all came together to bring forth an image of a time-honored history of glory and days of bounty and increase yet to come.

Trixie and Starlight found themselves in much the same boat, though not because of the architecture. No, the building of the castle proper was less than the most regal or awestriking to the two ponies that had spent weeks in it already. No, the part that made them almost faint was the part that they had forgotten when first arriving to Canterlot.

They didn't contact anypony prior to arrival to arrange for a coach to the castle that sat at the top of a mountain.

They had also forgotten to book their train tickets to Upper Canterlot, rather than just Canterlot.

By the time they had made it all the way up the mountain to be face to face with the castle's gates, the sun had already begun to dip below the horizon. They had intended to arrive towards the tale end of day court, but now? Now they panted and heaved beside the zinnias in the Royal Gardens in hopes that by the time they reached Twilight's bedchambers, they would be in good enough condition that they actually be able to do anything of merit.

"I... never once... thought... to thank... the coach ponies... but now?" Starlight puffed. "Now... I can't help... but think... they should... charge more..."

"Trixie... concurs..." The bedraggled magician said while fighting off the urge to collapse in a heap. "Trixie... doesn't know... if she... can make it... to Twilight...'s bedchambers..."

"Nonsense!" Starlight said as cheerily as she dared. "It's... only six... flights of stairs... and... four corridors... away... no problem..."

"Oh, Starlight, Trixie, I didn't expect to see you back so soon!" The voice of their salvation called out from across the way. Turning about, they saw Twilight walking through the gardens.

"Oh thank sweet Celestia...

"What was that, Trixie? I didn't quite catch that."

"Trixie said... that..."

"Nothing important, we're just glad to... see you." Starlight said with a grin, finally catching her breath. "How've you been, Twilight? State affairs treating you well?"

"Oh, you know, same as always." Twilight said with a light giggle. "I've had Chrysalis to help me with the stress of it all, so at least that's going well for me." She said, looking to said changeling as she walked out from behind some shrubbery. It was always the shrubbery - it always managed to hide just enough to make life interesting.

"Hello, Chrysalis." Trixie said. "Doing well I presume? Twilight's lessons not too much of a burden on you?" Starlight wanted to smack Trixie upside the head for that. Could she not understand that them knowing about the lessons wasn't supposed to be the case‽

"Oh, our friendship lessons have been more than informative." Chrysalis smiled. "She keeps me busy learning all I can about ponies and the magic of friendship - as well as the mundane arts of 'living in a polite society', for as much as its worth." Starlight gave a mental sigh of relief as the changeling went on about how Twilight had taught her this and that and how she had learned that and this on her own. It was all vaguely reminiscent of how Starlight had gone through her own lessons - though Starlight knew that for the changeling these lessons were tantamount to acting lessons.

"So what brings you two to Cantelrot?" Twilight asked, breaking Starlight from her thoughts.

"Oh, uh... well, so see, I was helping Trixie with her magic tour." Starlight began, developing her story as best she could as she went along. "And then we... well, we got this... communication?"

"School of Friendship sent back some disturbing reports." Trixie interjected, saving Starlight's skin. "As you can tell, she's under quite the stressful load, so Trixie - as helpful as always - thought that we ought to come to Canterlot for help on how to resolve the issue."

"I'm always glad to help one of the students." Twilight said with a sympathetic, and also mildly enthusiastic, tone. "What can I d-"

"Oh, not you, Twilight. No offense, but Trixie believes it best if Starlight talked in private with Chrysalis. It was the entire point of the visit." She said with a dismissive wave of the hoof. Starlight had to give Trixie this much: the mare was a master of acting.

"Why am I needed to resolve an issue with the School of Friendship?" Chrysalis asked suspiciously. Starlight was wandering much the same, and found herself unable to answer while Chrysalis bore down on her with a stare that seemed to drill straight through her.

"Ocellus is having some... sensitive medical issues that a... well, a male changeling like Thorax isn't equipped to... uh, to handle." Trixie said, nailing the awkward delivery with such finesse that it made Starlight cringe internally despite not even knowing if 'sensitive medical issues that a male changeling isn't equipped to handle' even existed. They probably did, but Starlight was clueless about them.

"I also need to talk with Twilight privately." Trixie went on. "And by some luck, you're both here - so Trixie will leave you with Starlight to discuss the... well, frankly the more important matters, and Trixie will talk with Twilight Spar- excuse me - Princess Twilight Sparkle. If that's all quite alright with the two of you."

Twilight, for her part, was stunned - and Starlight could only imagine why. Perhaps Twilight now had some of those 'sensitive medical issue' nowadays? It wouldn't surprise Starlight with the alicorn's recent transformation and delegation as a brood mare for the new changeling resurgence. There was likely a litany of issues involved in that.

"Very well," Twilight said finally, "I suppose I can spare a moment for you, Trixie. Send my best wishes to Ocellus, I hope she gets be... improves shortly." Twilight said, with all the awkward energy Trixie had used realized into a pure form without any acting involved. Biology, it was the best way to make things awkward.

Twilight and Trixie moved off, Trixie already rambling on and on about some such as they went deeper into the gardens. Starlight almost wished she could've been present to hear what bullshit Trixie was 'getting off her chest' - she might have to ask her later.

"So what issue is the young love bug having? Is it the slouts, or perhaps the havezies? Love sickness? Doubt it, the bug's probably going through withdraw or malnutrition with how they act." The changeling Empress snorted. Starlight blinked a few times - and then realized that she had, with the time Trixie had bought her with the gift of gab, come up with no excuses or splendid bullshit of her own to peddle to the changeling.

"I... uh..." Starlight began, completely unsure where to go with this, "well... I..."

"Show me the letter." Chrysalis sighed, extending a hoof. Starlight gulped, and then nodded. She lit her horn and began to riffle through her saddlebags while weaving a complex spell in her mind.

"It's in here somewhere..." She mumbled while tracing the intricate designs with her mind's eye. "Ah, here it is!" She exclaimed before firing off a bolt of energy into the changeling's chest. Chrysalis, having been fully taken in by the ruse, had no time to react as the spell fired, finding herself instead frozen in place.

"It's a handy little spell. Far more complex than what I brewed up for use on the Elements. Of course, that was five minutes of research - this is roughly a week's work with months of refinement." Starlight said, walking up to Chrysalis, inspecting her features more closely. The changeling did have that subtle beauty to her - the sort that you didn't notice while she pounced on you.

"Follow me and listen to my words, Chrysalis, and respond when spoken to. Understood?" Starlight said, walking past her with a smile that held that slight devilish edge that she had always tried to weed out from her typical smile.

"Yes, Starlight." Chrysalis droned as she took up position behind Starlight without complaint. It filled Starlight with an energy she could only compare to controlling Trixie - or that one time she had taken advantage of Twilight.

Also that other time she took advantage of Twilight.

And that one time she involved Trixie, that was just so invigorating!

Ooh, and that other time when she involved Trixie! The mere thought of that time made Starlight really itch for some action.

Moving deeper into the hedge maze, Starlight began to talk to the entranced changeling. "Who are you, Chrysalis?" She began, working on the fundamentals of her power with the creature.

"I am Chrysalis. I am Empress of the New Changeling Hive, the secret ruler of Equestria, the dominatrix that rules over Twilight Sparkle, and the master of subterfuge and deception." Chrysalis said without a trace of emotion. Quite the impressive resume if Starlight was to judge, and at the moment she was the only one who could.

"I want you to amend your identity." Starlight said simply as she kept walking. "You are no Empress, you are no ruler, you are no dominatrix, you are no master. Am I understood?" Starlight glanced over her shoulder.

"Yes." Chrysalis nodded.

"Who are you, Chrysalis?" Starlight prompted.

"I am Chrysalis. I am a changeling." She said, her list having suddenly become far less imposing. It was the perfect place to build from.

"Very good, but you are more than just a changeling, Chrysalis." Starlight said with a grin before turning her attention back to the path before her. "You are a slut and a harlot. You are a depraved piece of meat that only ever thinks about fucking. You are a expert at fucking and at devising new ways of fucking. Your a bimbo who can only think of dicks and pussies and how to please them.

"You are submissive, especially to me. You want to serve me and fuck me - but mostly to be fucked by me. You love me and can't live without me. You desperately want to have me, but you can't have me. You're too much of a bitch in heat, too much of a harlot so obsessed with fucking, and so much of an airheaded bimbo that you couldn't possibly possess anything beyond the assets you were born with.

"No, you can't have me." Starlight said, a grin taking her features of a variety that saw the light whenever she played with a mind. "But I can have you. You let me take you. You are mine, and you are my depraved little slut. You love that fact, and you can't imagine the world any different. You are my slave, my fuck toy, and you love knowing that. Is that understood?"

"Yes," Chrysalis replied, "I am your horny slave slut who lives only to be fucked."

"Good, you listen well."

"I listen well."

"Indeed, but beyond that, you also fuck well." Starlight went on. "You fuck so well that Twilight and Luna think that they belong to you. Such a ridiculous notion; and even so you let it fester in their minds while fucking them ragged." Starlight chuckled.

"You did it because you were horny and I wasn't there to fuck you. You did it because I wasn't there to relieve your stress. You won't be doing it ever again - because if you do it again I will have to punish you by not letting you fuck for a very long time." Starlight said, grinning all the while.

"You're going to give them to me. You're going to tell them that they are mine and that you are mine. Am I understood?" She asked, looking once more towards Chrysalis.

"Yes, I will give you Twilight and Luna. They are yours. I am sorry for being a bad girl." Chrysalis said in her monotone way. Starlight paused, lit her horn while picking up her pace, and then let fly a more concentrated form of the spell she had hit the changeling with before.

"Answer honestly: were you fully entranced before?" Starlight asked, unsure if the addition of 'bad girl' had just been a fluke.

"No, I was only partially entranced. I was gathering my will to fight you with a spell of my own." Chrysalis answered. Starlight shook her head at the changeling, charging her horn once more.

"Chrysalis, you are a silly bitch who doesn't know her place." Starlight sighed. "Fortunately, I have experience with those." She then hit Chrysalis with the most powerful version of the spell she could manage. Honestly, it was less powerful than the first casting - but it had certain redundancies in its purpose that Chrysalis, whatever part of her still clung on, would find it far easier to submit than to consider rebelling.

"Obedience," Starlight began, "brings pleasure. Rebellion, causes distress. When you obey, you will feel so wonderful! But when you rebel, you will feel sick to your stomach and so dizzy that you could just topple over. You can make it go away - though - by just obeying me once more.

"Just obeying my orders and my voice once makes you feel so much better, and it only feels better the longer you obey. The more you disobey - though - the worse it feels. Each time it just gets worse and worse, and you just will be filled with such loathsome feelings that you will want nothing more than to obey me and feel good once more." Starlight purred.

"Now let's go over it once more: who are you, Chrysalis, and what will you do?"

"I am Chrysalis. I am your bimbo slave slut." Chrysalis answered without issue. Starlight nodded to this, appreciating the succinctness of the answer. "I will do whatever you want. I will give you Twilight and Luna. I will obey."

"Good, very good." Starlight smiled. "Feel my words pleasuring you whenever I praise you. It fills you with such wonderful, sensual feelings for me to praise you." Starlight said, looking over the changeling. "We're going to have such fun, you and I. But first, let's settle the score with the two princesses you owe me." She finished, planting a kiss on the changeling's cheek.

Chrysalis blinked a few times, and then gasped in shock, looking at Starlight before her as if the mare had just appeared. With amazing speed, Chrysalis fell to the ground and kissed the dirt at Starlight's hooves.

"Starlight, Mistress! I can't... I'm sorry I didn't realize it was you! Please forgive your silly slut for treating you so rudely!" Chrysalis begged between kisses.

"I think I might have it in me to forgive such a silly slut as you." Starlight nodded, considering the plea with the serious expression of somepony deliberating on a matter of utmost importance. "On some conditions of course, I must remind you who I am to you, after all."

"Of course, Mistress! Anything, Mistress!" Chrysalis groveled.

"Firstly, I'll need every assurance that you're giving me Twilight and Luna as you said you would. A bimbo like you might mistreat them, and I can't have that." Starlight said firmly. "Be sure to tell them that I am their new Empress, and that you are my slave."

"Of course, Empress, I'll make sure to do so!" Chrysalis said enthusiastically. "They're yours, I'm sorry I ever tried to take them on my own, oh please forgive me!" Chrysalis continued. Starlight wanted to laugh, but figured she had already ticked enough boxed to be considered a villain in remission, and so decided to forgo that part of her story.

"The last condition, Chrysalis," Starlight said, with a cocky grin, "is to fuck Trixie ragged with your ovipositor. Make sure not to cum though - I want her pristine but fucked - not pregnant."

"Of course, I'll fuck the third-person out of her!" Starlight chuckled at that.

Trixie was just going to love her little surprise.