Victory is akin to perfecting a fine wine or a piece of art. And to say victory is sweet would be an understatement from the victors point of view.

A light projected high above the perigee asylum on that day, like a vortex of colours that attracted the darkening skies around it.

Chrysalis had finally won, collecting the embodiments of the elements of harmony; bound in colour coded latex, clinging to their precious bodies.

She had left each of them dangling side by side like spiders’ prey, suspended inside of vacuum sealed sheets with only their hooded heads poking out. Each were groaning, moaning, and gasping against their infernal masks; suffering.

Chrysalis relished the sight; collectively the most powerful ponies in equestria lie at her finger tips. She had spent many days finding how to extract their power in such a way as to unite them and make their power become one, as it had been before to defeat her at the Canterlot wedding, a rather bitter memory itself.

A tome was cast over the victims, used to draw their latent emotional power and turned them into their refined elements. With so much consistent sexual and physical overstimulation, the Main six could barely form a coherent thought between them all, rendering them vulnerable. This allowed Chrysalis to take advantage of their exposed abilities using dark magic, drawing a wonderful rainbow column of pure energy; energy that startled the likes of princess Luna and Celestia.

Only a few hours had passed before the doors of the quaint asylum were slammed open by the attacking alicorns, revealing the dark, thundering sky surrounding the asylum.

Wings reared high, both princess Luna and Celestia glared down the foyer at the postulant insect queen, who displayed her captives.

She was stood between the most important figures in equestrian history and flaunted her side defensively, turning her head only to address the sisters with a simultaneously smug, yet brooding look upon her face.

She was clearly mocking them.

“We ought to have known someone like you would go and pull off something like this!”, shouted Luna, between clenched teeth.

“Who did you expect? Sombra? Tirec? Hell, Discord? I am assuming you two can sense what this power means? Yet you have no idea what you’ve stumbled into. You’re too late…”, replied Chrysalis, who then began to pace back and forth down the line of captives.

“We have come to stop whatever you have started”, declared celestia boldly.

“I see the sun has reared its ugly head, hahahah!”, Chrysalis joked confidently.

Both sisters horns had soon lit up, their impatience showing as they projected concentrated beams of brilliant white light at the villain. They struck at Chrysalis with awesome might. However, before they were able to reach her, the beams struck against a translucent green aura surrounding chrysalis, creating a large spark, making the princesses stumble back slightly against the bright ricochet.

The sisters expressed their vexed frustration through clenched teeth, unable to pierce Chrysalis’ powerful magic shield with their combined strength. They stood and stared angrily without much choice in the matter.

“You couldn’t even protect your silly little student, Celestia. Now look at you, stood before me, bewildered by your own arrogance”, boasted Chrysalis.

She stared them down with a cocky smile as she acknowledged she finally had their attention.

“Behind me, as you might have guessed, are your precious little elements of harmony…”

Chrysalis went down the line of her captives, turning her back on the princesses and placing a hoof on applejack; abruptly transforming into her.

“Honesty. Such a sweet, strong earth pony. So Delusional, and so much trust in her friends. Too much.”

Chrysalis glanced back to the sisters with an expression, stark in contrast to the one she had before; almost painfully serious.

She then turned to pinkie pie with an evil smile, transforming into her.

"Laughter. I can't say she will be doing much of that anymore".

Next she turned to rarity, placing a hoof on her bound body, transforming into her.

“Generosity. She could never turn down a gift so much as she could give one”

The princess sister’s eyes dilated as they listened to Chrysalis in horror, realising what, or rather who, was hung up behind her.

As Chrysalis approached Rainbow dash, she weaved her way behind her, coming back into view only to have taken her form.

“Loyalty. She wouldn’t even run away from her friend to save herself. Stupid mare…”

Once chrysalis had looped around rainbow dash she did the same with Fluttershy who was hung besides her; forming a figure-eight around the two, transforming into fluttershy once she had made her way around the yellow ponies body.

“Kindness. Timid. Weak. Pathetic. She would rather become a doormatt than see you unhappy”

Chrysalis scoffed in disgust before moving over to what she considered her bound magnum opus: Twilight.

She transformed into the purple pony before turning to face the alicorn sisters. She took a few steps forward, going down the steps of the foyer till she was within a few feet of the two, with a cold, a stoic expression painted upon her, or rather, Twilight’s face.

“And finally, magic. Twilight sparkle. I hope you know you have quite the filthy mare on your hands. I made her capture quite special”

Chrysalis poked the vibrating twilight with a hoof, expunging the delightful groans of discomfort from her.

Chrysalis smiled as she summoned a book; one of twilights novels, and a ball gag either side of her head with magic, holding them there as she spoke.

“I made sure to drug her, then I used sleep magic to make her believe I was the protagonist in her little rape fantasy. She begged me to do this to her. She probably still believes she’s dreaming up there. How humiliating”.

Chrysalis made celestia look up to the distant body of twilight in distain, seeing her faceless body twisting and grunting, writhing and groaning with a mixture of panic and delight.

Chrysalis couldn’t help but chuckle evilly at their reactions, turning back to the podium of the foyer to address the princesses in a final stand.

“Well, what do you think?”

“I think you should go to hell, you vile insect!”, cried Luna at the top of her lungs, huffing in distress at the madness laid out before her.

Both of the sisters realised they had been the sole cause of all of this. If they hadn’t of collectively created the asylum to sooth their own anxieties, this would never have happened.

There was a lump in Luna’s throat. Her premonition was acted upon, and in a feat of irony, had become its sole cause.

Luna was the first to step forward, placing her horn against the magic barrier that divided her from her mistake.

Her horn glared once again as bright sparks and fissuring beams of energy collided with the enormous barrier.

With some effort, fuelled by a sense of guilt, Luna was able to destroy the barrier. digging into the deepest reservoir of magic she possessed, she shattered the magic shield like glass.

Chrysalis didn’t even flinch at the sight of her barrier being destroyed, suggesting how little it meant. Watching as the alicorn’s flew at her almost immediately, in a tremendous rage, she scoffed.

“You still don’t understand. Let me help you with that”.

Chrysalis poised herself, ready to fight. As she charged her magic, her eyes flared up and her retinas quickly became a rosey pink.

Before the two could even reach her, chrysalis released a powerful wave of magic; one that Princess Luna knew all too well as the cause of her imprisonment on the moon. Her hooves planted hard into the ground and her wings flared to help her brake on instinct, but in an instant the magic hit her in the chest like a bullet, sending her flying back against the asylums wall.

Chrysalis redirected her magic beam, doing the same to the older sister of the two, who ignorantly continued her charge only to meet a similar fate, being struck head on and collapsing in an instant.

With the two defeated before they had a chance, Chrysalis walked over to the closer of the two, Celestia, staring down at her with delight.

Several of Chrysalis’ minions appeared from the shadows. They approached their queen gingerly, soon seeing the impressive feast that they had laid before them.

Princess Luna groaned and fluttered her weary eyes as she regained consciousness. She attempted to move her legs, only to be met with an unsettling resistance. Panic surged through her body as she realised her limbs had been restrained; back legs bound to poles in a standing position, her front legs had been folded, cuffed in place and bolted to the floor with metal. Her neck bore a tall collar, also bolted to the floor, pinning her muzzled chin flat to the floor.

Using magic was futile; a decorative ring on her horn stifled the use of magic entirely, sending a little jolt down her spine every time she tried.

Her naturally navy blue coat had been covered by a sheen of black latex, covering every inch of her body aside from her two eyes and nostrils. She could feel this new rubber outfit, hugging her every curve as she tried to squirm out of her restraints. Each and every strain generated a cacophony of squeaky noises.

As she gulped, she felt the large phallic object in her throat, making her wretch a little as she tried to scream in surprise.

Her wings were packed into little rubber pockets, belted tightly at each point, and bound to her body.

Her holes were the only parts of her body untouched by rubber, leaving her vulnerable to the gentle breeze.

From the princess’ perspective, with her head bound to the floor, she could only see the head of her sister, coated in an identical uniform, mirroring her bondage. Their snouts were only a few feet apart, facing one another. Eventually the white fur covering Celestia’s eyelids would part, showing her eyes that proceeded to dilate with terror.

Celestia too wretched on the rubber filling her throat as well, making her wince and cry out a little as she struggled. Luna tried to console her but could only watch sorrowfully.

Both were hopelessly helpless, having their magic neutered and bodies packed into these awkward breeding positions by metal and rubber.

Each were panting frantically, like animals trapped in a cage, anxious at the foreboding events to come.

Eventually however, both turned their eyes towards the voice of their captor, who called out with delight.

“Welcome back, you two. Oh how I’ve been waiting for this moment”

Chrysalis leaned down between the two, turning to address each of them in turn with a sadistic glare as she spoke.

“I have evolved. I don’t need your fear to fuel me. I no longer need to act like a phantom in the dark, scraping by for a scrap of food. I have found an appetite for something new… and I am going to take my time”.

Chrysalis’ horn began to glow as she coated the now confused and bound mares’ nostrils with her magic.

The two sisters let out shocked, garbled gasps as magic suddenly sealed their noses, sending them into a panicked frenzy as they desperately tried to suck air in.

Chrysalis used magic to carefully form two sets of large, phallic sex toys, dangling behind the rearing mares, that she watched with delight.

Chrysalis took a deep breath as she lifted her head, letting the two sisters look at each other while she looked down at them.

In procession, Chrysalis slowly pushed the tips of the toys into the mares holes simultaneously, and watched their stimulating reactions carefully.

Despite having gasped aimlessly for air, the princesses grew rigid and let out muffled screams as their puckered holes were suddenly violated, making them waste precious air on unnecessary noises.

They shook against their scaffolding as they tried to collapse their back legs in a desperate last-ditch effort. However, like splints, their restraints forced their legs straight, regardless.

Celestia cried first, rolling her eyes up and letting out a pathetic whimper as tears formed. She wasn’t able to resist the girthy toys that entered her suddenly with a wet plop. Nor did she have the strength to resist them as they progressively went deeper inside of her.

She felt pathetic, biting down into the base of the rubber cock in her throat, tensing like a dead frog under high voltage as she was violated.

Luna clenched her puckering ass and vaginal walls with all her might, letting out a sorrowful cry as the toys spread her wide regardless. Her eyes clenched shut, as she attempted to avoid having to look at her sister in shame.

Eventually the princesses eyes fluttered as air grew dire. Chrysalis noticed this, letting her magic slip for just a moment.

The sisters eyes grew wide as a rejuvenating breath of fresh air hit their lungs. However, this ultimately forced them to relax their holes, allowing Chrysalis to mercilessly bury the toys as far as they could go into their delicate mare parts.

A loud, moist squelch filled the foyer.

Luna squealed, her eyes rolling back and her body shaking violently against her steadfast restraints. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt violated.

Celestia was a little more resilient, screaming out against her gag as the toys were buried deep; at a lengthy 16 inches each, the toys were more than enough to satisfy the alicorns.

Chrysalis was loving all of this. Stood between and looking down upon the two, now sobbing icons of equestria, she clamped their noses down once more, chuckling softly to herself.

“You two are so adorable. You’re trying to hard to resist me, and failing so miserably. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were enjoying it”

Once their ability to breathe was snatched away once more, the two alicorn couldn’t care less about Chrysalis’ brash insults, focusing on the burning sensation in their lungs and the throbbing pleasure in their loins.

Chrysalis pulled the toys out once more, a loud squelch and splatter of fluids audible to all. No matter how much their demeanor expressed pain, their loins expressed insatiable lust, making inserting the toys, far too easy.

Once the toys were reinserted the two sisters moaned, trembling, their brains collectively starved of oxygen.

Chrysalis allowed them to breathe once more, however snatching it away just as fast.

The process was repeated over and over until Chrysalis was able to consistently violate their holes with ease. With the toys being ribbed for their pleasure, it wasn’t long before they achieved climax.

Luna was first, letting out a choked, guttural cry. She jittered back and forth in her restraints, letting her eyes roll back into her head as if she were having a seizure.

Celestia was soon to follow, letting out an effeminate scream as she squirted across the asylum floor shamefully, begging desperately in her own mind for more.

“Who would have thought the prudent princesses of equestria would end up as my little sex pets. Don’t worry, you will be taken care of”

There was a condescending tone from the soon to be ruler of equestria, her words filled with malice as she proceeded to stroke the manes of the tired princesses, who she had given a moment of respite.

“Welcome to the new world”

Long Lines, spanning the length of the asylum, became common once chrysalis had taken over. After capturing the princesses, she had proudly announced her victory to the world.

She spread her minions across equestria, using their replenished strength and number to annihilate what military remained across the land.

She quickly established a new world order.

Mares were driven from their homes and forced into submission, processed through the asylum to be locked in tight latex and isolated in dark, deafening bondage; overstimulated to the point of insanity.

Those who were allowed to retain their relative freedom became slaves to the hedonistic male population, who happily offered tribute to chrysalis with their daily sexual rituals.

For nymphomaniacs, this new world order was heaven on earth. Most happily accepted their new fates, spending the remainder of their lives rolling across padded floor, saturating their burning loins with intense hyperbolic pleasure. For the freer male nymphomaniacs; frequent, if not daily mandatory sexual gratification was equally as rewarding.

Service mares became a common sight for changelings, who evolved quickly, changing from scary, decrepit creatures to that of refined pony-like creatures of immense stature. They developed genitalia for the sole purpose of pleasure, feeding themselves and their collective.

Celestia and Luna had been packed into latex pods, only their heads and rears exposed from this bondage cocoon. Chrysalis didn't want to give them a chance. They remained faceless; blind and deaf like every over pitiful patient in the asylum. When their holes weren’t stuffed by machines, the higher class stallions of equestria frequently used them. The only way you could tell they were alive was from the crumpling and inflating rubber rebreathers attached to their masks.

Frequent doses of aphrodisiacs kept the immortal sisters rearing for more, using what little energy they were provided each day to writhe against their bondage, creating delightful noises in the process.

As for the likes of Princess Cadence, the one pony harboring the element of love; she was quickly subdued by the population of the Crystal empire in hopes of retaining their freedom; offering her to the new omnipotent ruler of equestria.

Shining armor was removed from the picture with a vengeance, having been under Chrysalis once before. This time, however, he was broken into the paragon of femininity, humiliated in chastity for as long as he lived, with the only reminder of his wife being a faceless object reduced to a bumbling sex toy for all to use.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. The ending was a little compact, however i aim to create an alternate end in which chrysalis fails. I also plan on creating a follow up story describing what happened to the folks over in the crystal empire

stay kinky~