Pain.

Pain.

All she could feel was pain.

That was a lie. She could also feel a tiny amount of pleasure. Horrible, absolutely terrible pleasure.

She didn't know how much time had passed. It could have been hours, days, months, or years. She didn't know. All she could feel was pain.

The only thing that made her come around was the sound of an engine being started nearby. A classic V8 engine likely belonging to an old muscle car. As she came around, she coughed and spluttered, puking out a white liquidated substance.

From the outside, she looked somewhat fine. Just a slightly bloated mare that was 8 Months Pregnant.

She felt far heavier than normal. Every tiny movement was met with unending pain. Merely breathing hurt. Her lungs felt like they were consumed by water. They were indeed consumed by a liquid. The same white stuff that sat in the rest of her body. The only thing that didn't hurt was the sound of that same V8 driving away.

With little to no warning, she puked out a large amount of white liquid, spewing it all over the ground around her.

"I have your attention now, it's futile to flee
Your Element of Magic is worthless to me

The words echoed through her mind as she coughed and gasped for air.

My intentions are clear, so just surrender your will
I'm a predator, and I'm going in for the kill"

What she originally thought was just her captor letting out the song that had been in his head, albeit slightly different from the real thing, were actually her captor's way of saying his intentions. What was really happening.

He had grabbed her attention - her lustful desire - by those vines. After that, there was no escaping.

He did not care that she was the Element of Magic. He did not care about what she had done, or will do.

His intentions were quite clear when she thought about it, and he was asking for her to surrender her will to make things easier for himself.

He was a predator, a changeling, going in for the kill.

He wanted to kill her. He wanted to give her pleasure, lure her into a false sense of security, before killing her in the most brutally screwed up way possible.

Yet here she was. Everything was broken, veins and muscles had been severed, her body was bloated, and she was wrecked to her very core, but she was alive.

Barely.

She tried standing up. Against all odds, she did manage to go up a couple of inches, but collapsed. Her body couldn't take it.

She tried to flex her wings, but that brought more pain. Even the muscles there had been severed. She wouldn't fly for days.

Finally, she tried her magic. She tried lifting herself. When her horn faintly lit, and she slowly lifted the front half of her body a couple of inches, she thanked every god and goddess she had ever heard of.

However, she was only able to do just that. Lift the front half of her body. She wasn't able to use her magic to so much as pull herself forward.

So, she outstretched her forehooves, gripped the ground as much as she could, and pulled. Against all odds, Twilight was moving forward. Slowly, but surely. She wanted to get out of there. She wanted to run. To escape. She didn't want him to come back, see that she was alive, and "pleasure" her again. Pack her with every vine he had at his disposal.

She turned her body and began to slowly pull herself in a direction, coughing and spluttering a strange white liquid out of her.

Left, Right. Left, Right. Left, Right. Left, Right.

She chanted in her head, which helped her move along. She felt like one of the older Royal Guards who told stories about them wearing nature-like outfits and sneaking through fields as slowly as possible to take out enemy generals.

Soon, she faintly made out a lavender silhouette ahead. The silhouette of what would - in a different world - be a very 1980s supercar parked on the side of a road.

Even the gasp of happiness Twilight made caused pain. It was her car. Her Civetta Bolide Twiline. A 1-of-100 supercar specially made to commemorate herself becoming a princess. It was her ticket back to Canterlot. Her ticket to freedom.

With newfound strength, seeing how near she was to escape, she pulled herself a bit faster, trying to ignore the pain befalling her. She grunted, spluttered, and cried as she made it to the driverside door. All she had to do was open the door and get in.

However, she realized one thing she had forgotten. She could barely lift herself a few inches off the ground. How was she supposed to get into the Bolide?

She took in a deep breath, even with how much it hurt, and let it out.

One step at a time, she thought.

She gently set herself back on the ground and focused her magic on the door handle. With a gentle tug, the handle clicked and the door began opening upwards with a hiss. It was a gullwing door. "Owlwing" as Civetta had dubbed it.

The door clunked, signaling that it was fully open. Twilight let go and grabbed herself again, pulling as hard as she could to get herself into the driver's seat. She had to. If she didn't, he may come back. He would find her. He would try and kill her again, and since she was now next to her car, he may either steal it, or destroy it. Twist it. Tear it. Wrench it into an unrecognizable pile of metal.

With her in it.

Twilight grunted as her front hooves met the soft, comfortable seat in which she had fallen asleep numerous times before on. She gripped the seat and pulled herself further in. After pulling herself in far enough, she moves her forehooves to the center console, gripping the hoofbrake and manual shifter before pulling herself further in.

The Bolide's suspension lowered with the new weight placed on it. As it did so, Twilight slowly pulled herself upright with her magic. Her weight went to her flank, causing the pain to shift.

After closing the gullwing door, she went limp, practically melting into the seat. She sat there for several moments, wishing that somepony were there with her. That somepony would bring that changeling to her and hurt him as much as he hurt her. That somepony would stop the pain, and hug her. Care for her. Make her feel loved...

Her eyes slowly opened, barely more than a sliver, as she magically grabbed the keys sitting on the dashboard. It was the easiest thing she had done in hours.

Scritch, Scriii-ITCH, scritch...

The key scratched around the ignition before finally going in. Once Twilight realized this, she turned the ignition as hard as she could.

krrr-chunka-chuncka-vrooOOOOOOoooooommmmmmm

The 400 Horsepower 3.9 Liter V8 Engine roared to life just behind her, giving Twilight a bit of hope. All around her, gauges lit up, and the retractable headlights outside flicked up. On the dashboard sat a small digital clock.

12:17AM

She knew she shouldn't drive in this state, but she had to. If she didn't, she would be here for hours. Hours she probably did not have. Her best chance of survival was to turn around and get back to Canterlot.

By driving up a road that twisted and turned up the mountain...

Though she knew it would hurt, Twilight took in a deep breath, held it, then let it out. This breath was suddenly met with her puking out the same white liquid all over the steering wheel and part of the dashboard.

It took her a full minute to recover from both the puking and the pain that came with it. She wearily used a read hoof to put the clutch in. She then used a forehoof to grab the gear stick. After putting the Bolide into first gear, she grabbed the hoofbrake.

Crunk

The Bolide began rolling downhill. Registering this, Twilight used one hoof to steer to the left, bringing it further onto the grass before steering all the way right, turning as tightly as the steering lock would allow. She barely registered the sound of
the aluminum bodywork scraping the steel guardrail.

The engine lugged hard as it sat just barely above idle speed. Twilight pleaded that it wouldn't die. Not here. Not now.

She would have prayed to Celestia, but after what had happened, she understood that Celestia was not always watching over her. If Celestia were, she would have stopped what was happening before it even began. She instead pleaded that the engine kept going. That it would push past the aggressive camshafts and get her up the hill with whatever power it made.

It was at that moment that she realized she was barely pushing the accelerator.

Realizing this, she pushed harder. It dealt a great deal of pain, but the Bolide accelerated. It began getting her up the mountain like the knight in shining armor it was.

The next several minutes were a harrowing experience. You'd have thought she was four sheets to the wind with how little she was able to stick to either of the two lanes. As much as she tried, with her blurred vision, she kept bumping into either the guardrail or the mountain, causing damage to the car. More damage than it had suffered in her two years of owning it.

Keep going. Keep driving, she pleaded to herself and her car as she meandered around a corner.

EEEEEEEEEEEE!

She began to see the corner ahead light up. Despite not knowing why somepony would be up at this time, she forced herself into the right lane as the lights came closer.

EEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Out from around the bend, a car came drifting around the corner at high speed, head straight for her. A midnight purple sports car of sorts. Whatever it was, it was coming at her FAST. She screamed, steering hard to the right and slamming the Bolide into the guardrail just as the car came soaring by, missing her by mere centimeters.

The pain was unbearable. Her body shouldn't have been moving at all, let alone slamming a steering wheel right to left. Veins spasmed as she steered the Bolide away from the guardrail.

"AHHHHHH!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face. "WHY ME?! WHY? I CAN'T... TA-HAKE THI-HIH-HIIIISS!"

She pressed on the accelerator, desperately wanting to get back to Canterlot as soon as possible.

"FOR THE LOVE OF CELESTIA, SOMEPONY HELP ME! PLEASE! I JUST WANT TO STOP FEELING PAIN! PLEASE!"

The young princess suddenly coughed out a large amount of white liquid, though this time it had a few shades of red mixed in. Fortunately, she was able to turn her head and puke into the passenger seat. The whole time, the 3.9 Liter V8 was banging off the rev limiter at a screaming 9400RPM while the Bolide went left and right, smacking into the guardrail and into the embankment.

Twilight's pupils shrunk as she registered the shades of red in the liquid.

"That's blood..."

She looked ahead. Ignoring the pain, she let off the clutch and jammed the car into third gear rather than second, putting the accelerator to the carpet. Determined to just get to Canterlot as fast as equinely possible, the Bolide accelerated hard, sending its 400 horsepower through the drivetrain and into the tarmac.

Her speed increased exponentially. She went faster and faster, engine working hard to get her to where she needed to go.

Even as she entered the desolate roads of Canterlot, which generally had a 30 mile-per-hour speed limit, she kept accelerating. Shifting into fourth gear with the accelerator still on the floor, she kept accelerating. Intersections and parked cars flew by her vision.

Barely able to stay on the road, the Bolide smacked into curbs and smashed up various street furniture. Paint chipped off, a rear quarter window cracked, the front end was getting bent, and the suspension was having its biggest workout in years.

Remembering where she was meant to turn, she slammed on the brakes, locking up the front tires and causing pain. The Bolide smacked into a divider, bending the front bumper inwards and damaging the frunk. By the time she had come to a stop, she had missed her turn.

Seeing this, she quickly went into reverse gear. The rear tires spun wildly as she reversed back into the intersection. Stopping, she went into first gear, once again spinning the tires as she turned and accelerated towards Canterlot Castle. She was only barely able to make out another car in the road. A white and black hatchback with retractable headlights.

Her body screamed at her. Her body pleaded with her to stop what she was doing. She did not care. She had to get to the castle. At the very least alert a guard to her presence.

Why she wasn't simply putting herself out of her misery she really did not know.

What she did know, was that it was a straight shot to the Royal Parking Lot. It was on the right, covered by a gate. Said gate came into Twilight's messed up view as she locked the brakes again, dealing more pain to herself.

"PLEASE! TURN!"

She let off the brakes, causing the supercar to swerve. Though the sensor above sensed her car and began opening the gate, it took way too long to do so. The gate was knocked right off the hinges as the lavender supercar came barreling through it, clattering across the parking lot.

The rear fender of the Bolide smacked into the concrete wall, further denting it. The rebound put the Bolide into a spin. Twilight instinctively pressed the clutch and brake, bringing the Bolide to a hard stop directly in the middle of the parking lot. Her heart was racing as she shifted into neutral. She breathed in and out, over and over.

She screamed.

She screamed as she could as the full extent of her pain came rushing back to her. Her entire body ached. Every vein, muscle, and organ was screaming. The only things that weren't screaming was her heart, her brain, and her ears.

"SOMEBODY HELP MEEEE!"

"FOR THE LOVE OF CELESTIA SOMEPONY HELP ME!"

"PLEEEASE!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

She hoped beyond hope that a guard would come to her aid, but none did. There were none out and about at this time.

She was alone.

Princess Celestia looked out towards the small town of Ponyville in the distance.

Didn't Twilight say she would write to me once she got home? she wondered. To tell me if she found that changeling or not?

She waited a few moments, taking in the fresh air and looking up at Luna's moon. A little over half the moon was dark, forming a crescent with the lighter parts.

I will never understand why Luna did that just because a teenager from a different world suggested it.

She sighed as she turned, facing towards her chambers.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

Her ears flicked as she heard a blaring sound nearby. A car horn. A rather dumb sounding car horn, but a car horn. One continuous blaring sound that didn't sound like it was an alarm.

The princess turned back, looking around Canterlot to pinpoint where the sound had come from.

Did somepony crash? Did they fall asleep at the wheel? she wondered.

She slowly rotated her head to get a grasp on where the sound was. After a few seconds, she pinpointed the sound. It was coming from... the parking lot...

Sensing that something was wrong, Celestia unfurled her wings and took off with practiced ease, making her way to the lot. Her eyes widened when she realized that the sound was coming from Twilight's Civetta Bolide.

She stopped mid-flight as she saw what had happened to the car.

The front bumper was dented, the entire right side was scraped to Tartarus and back, a nasty rear dent was present on the rear left fender, the suspension looked collapsed, and all of the wheels were misaligned. It looked as if somepony had taken it for a joyride through the city without any care as to what happened to it.

Or rather, somepony had taken it through the city to get somewhere as fast as equinely possible, whatever the cost.

Without hesitation, Celestia dove for the supercar, landing next to it and peering inside. She saw Twilight passed out over the steering wheel, white liquid dripping from her mouth. The same white liquid was present on half the interior of her car, liquid that was not present a few hours prior when Twilight had left for Ponyville. It looked like milk.

Celestia took in a breath as she opened the gullwing door.

"Twilight?" she tentatively asked, pulling Twilight's head from the steering wheel,

Her eyes widened as she noticed how pregnant the mare looked. No, how bloated she looked. Bloated and pregnant.

It was at this moment that she realized exactly what the liquid was.

Upon doing so, she screamed.

"Torn veins in every area you can imagine, save for her head, torn muscles everywhere, heavy bloating, spine is disconnected in three points, womb is on the verge of tearing- actually her entire body is on the verge of tearing, her organs have suffered severe damage by an outside party, semen is literally everywhere except for her brain..." The nurse trailed off, unable to read the rest.

"Do we even need to acknowledge how sexually abused she is?" a doctor wondered.

"What thing could possibly do this to her?" Celestia asked, having been personally helping the doctors with stabilizing Twilight. "No villain I've ever encountered would ever do this to anypony. Not even their sworn enemies."

"Somepony with a horrible sexual fetish," another doctor replied. He sighed. "Or probably not a pony at all. Signs point to bestiality, but I don't know what could have gotten so deep, nor had so much semen to give."

Celestia took in a breath, then let it out. "It had to be that changeling she said she'd look for. There is no other being I can think of that would do this."

"Maybe."

Within the next couple of hours, Twilight was returned to a stable state. Princess Celestia, using her expertise learned from years past to repair her most vital muscles. Those on the outside or directly beneath the skin, at least. Neither the doctors nor herself knew what to do with the semen.

While it would have normally been easy to extract it, it was in all of her digestive tract and places semen was not meant to be. Such as her urinary tract.

The doctors gone, Princess Celestia sat by Twilight's side, softly humming to the mare.

That car will take a month to repair, she thought, remembering back to the horrible sight of the Bolide. She trashed it, destroyed the suspension, wrecked it to the frame, just to get back here.

She took in a breath, letting it out after a few seconds.

The pain she felt must have been close to unbearable, and yet, she persevered. She drove as fast as she could to get back here. To get back to the castle, instead of getting to a police station or a hospital.

Outstretching a hoof, the diarch lovingly caressed Twilight's hair.

You were in immense pain, but you would have at least thought about getting to the police or a hospital, right?

Feeling Twilight's slow, slightly unsteady heartbeat, she thought back to the Bolide.

That is something you would have never done to your Trueno. You would have rather walked back than risk damaging that... What made you abandon your Trueno?

"Mmmm..."

Celestia's ears flicked at the sound coming out of Twilight.

"Twilight?" she softly asked, leaning down and nuzzling the mare.

Twilight's eyelids slowly opened just enough for her to make out Celestia's stature.

"Ceh... Celestia?" she asked.

Celestia nodded. "Are you alright?"

Twilight shook her head. "Nuh... No..." she forced out.

Celestia quivered as Twilight tried to sit up. She quickly moved her hoof to stop the mare, all the while quickly grasping another pillow in her magical grasp.

"Twilight, no. You musn't move your core too much. Only your head and forward limbs."

Twilight whimpered as her head rested on the new pillow.

"Twilight, can you tell me what happened? Please?"

"..."

"If you don't want to right now, that's fine. I just want to know, is all."

Celestia could see tears springing into Twilight's eyes.

"It was... horrible..." Twilight slowly began. "I stopped on the side of the road where the changeling was spotted, got out, and went in. Then... he grabbed me. The changeling. He grabbed me with these vines of his, and teased me into submission... I..."

Celestia's gaze turned vengeful. Vines. That was it. That was all she needed to hear to know exactly what had happened to Twilight.

"I accepted... because I wanted to relieve stress. And for a second... it actually did. He stuffed me so full at first, with both the vines and his actual... stallionhood? Ovipositor? Whatever the hay it was... I just... I loved it. I wanted more. I was ecstatic when he... "finished". Inside me, I mean. Even he loved it."

"And then... well... that's when his "real" fun began..."

The two sat in silence for several seconds.

"There were at least ten of them..."

Celestia waited, taking in the information and visualizing the scene. Memories came back to her. Memories that she quickly eviscerated. After a moment, she nodded.

"Twilight," she began. "Did you learn anything about the changeling?"

Twilight took in a breath. "He called himself Torino. I asked him if he meant that new pickup, and he actually said he had an older one. A... Hardtop? Said it had an aluminum 428 engine, too. I guess he liked to brag about that."

Celestia nodded.

"He was actually pretty nice before... you know. He liked to talk, bragged about how near-stock his car was, and had an... accent. I think it was... Aus.. Australi... Hosstralian. I think that was his accent. It made him sound pretty good. And... admittedly... he looked pretty good too."

"This isn't lust, right?"

"No. He looked good even before lust uh... overcame me.'

Celestia nodded. "Is he one of Chrysalis's?"

"Yeah... he is..."

Another nod. "What do you want me to do?"

Twilight coughed. "I just... I just don't want to feel pain... I want all this... semen... out of me..."

Yet another nod. "Okay. Would you like to leave you to rest?"

"Mm-mm." Twilight shook her head. "Could you stay with me... until I go back to sleep?"

Celestia caressed Twilight's hair, gently rubbing her ears every now and again. "Of course. Always."

Twilight slowly opened her eyes. Or at least, she could feel herself opening her eyes. But it was completely dark around her.

After a moment of waiting, trying to adjust, she spoke.

"Hello?" she called out, quick to notice the raspiness in her ill-used voice.

"So you're awake," a female voice said.

Twilight winced as she sat upright. "W-Where am I?"

"I can't say, actually."

Do I know that voice? Twilight wondered. "Why is it so dark?"

"Because... I don't want you to see me yet. I just wanted to warn you."

Twilight tilted her head. "Um... about what?"

"First, do you feel okay?"

"Uh-..." Twilight caught herself as she noticed several hundred things about her body. Nothing hurt. She didn't feel as heavy as she used to, and none of her muscles or veins ached.

"Okay... So somepony fixed me?" she asked.

"Not some... pony, per se, but yes. You are fixed."

Twilight quivered. "... How long was I out?"

"A week. In that time, you've been in my care. I debated heavily whether or not I should show up in person, call you, or write you a letter. I ruled out the second one because, to my knowledge, you dislike calls or texts."

A smirk crossed Twilight's face. "Your knowledge is correct there."

The voice chuckled. "Hm. Well. Good thing I picked this way. Or, not..."

The smirk disappeared. "So, were you the one to save me?"

"I-... Not... exactly. You would have lived. I simply... sped up the recovery. Now. Twilight. I need you to not freak out. Who I am is likely to be a shock to you, but please. Don't freak out."

Twilight looked to where she thought the voice was coming from. "Who... Who are you? I swear I know you. At least, your voice."

The voice took a deep breath in. "That's because you do. I... am Queen Chrysalis."

Twilight's eyes widened, and she readied her horn. She quickly found that she could not activate her magic.

"Inhibitor Rings. Two of them," Chrysalis stated.

Twilight paused. "You're Chrysalis? As in, the changeling that impersonated my big sister-in-law?"

"Yes. Can I turn the light on without you freaking out? Please? My arm is getting sore."

Twilight took a breath in. "Okay... Okay. Turn it on. I won't freak out."

Flick

Twilight instinctively closed her eyes, but was surprised to see that only a small, dim nightlight had turned on.

And there, next to her bed, was Chrysalis. In all her natural, royal beauty. Only illuminated by her Emerald eyes and the single small nightlight. Her forehoof had been outstretched next to the nightlight's switch, likely because Chrysalis herself could not see either.

The two just stared at each other, blinking once every few seconds or so. Neither had any idea what to say.

"Um..." Twilight gulped. "Hello..."

"Hello..." Chrysalis replied, lowering her arm. "You probably have several valid questions right now."

"I do..."

"Well, I'll answer the most obvious one. Why did I heal you."

"Yeah that... that sounds like a good start."

"Well, out the gate, I want to make it clear that I didn't just do this for your benefit. I did it for mine."

Twilight tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not stupid, Twilight," Chrysalis stated. "I've seen Flurry Heart. And I have a pretty good reason to believe that if any Alicorn gets pregnant, they give birth to another Alicorn."

Twilight's breath got caught in her throat. "Wait, so Torino... did impregnate me?"

"You seriously thought he didn't?"

"He said he-..."

"I won't put any eggs in you if that's what you mean."

The words came back to Twilight easily. That charming accent of his was alluring, yet such a harsh reminder of what had happened.

"He said he... wouldn't put any eggs inside me..."

Chrysalis sighed. "Marxist is a very clever Changeling. He almost never lies about a thing he says. In fact, most of the time he only lies about one thing. His name."

"Mar-zist? That's his name?"

"Yes. He's been a thorn in my side for a while now, always able to escape my grasp no matter how close I get."

"Wait, what do you want with him?"

"That Tentacle Fetish of his is downright illegal, Twilight. I banned it."

That was surprising. Twilight thought Chrysalis would be the type to encourage that sort of thing.

"Why did you ban it?"

"Because I lost my daughter to it."

Twilight winced, not knowing what to say.

"Well, she wasn't my daughter, exactly. I adopted her. And then..." Chrysalis sighed. "You put the rest together. Anyway, I fixed you because I don't want to deal with another Alicorn. Especially if it's a weird Alicorn-Changeling hybrid."

Chrysalis' eyes suddenly narrowed in anger.

"Do you have any idea what I had to do to fix you? Do you have the most minute idea what I had to do to fix you?"

Twilight moved away a few inches, shaking her head.

"First," Chrysalis began. "I had to get all of the semen out of you. Specifically the semen in your respiratory and digestive tracts. Then, I had to replace your stomach acid, THEN, I had to get all the semen out of your urinary tract and replace whatever the heck was in your liver and kidney's."

"I had to get everything out of your marehood, quintuple check that I had removed any chance of you getting pregnant, and THEN- and here's the part I hated the most. I honestly don't know why I did it."

Chrysalis took a deep breath in.

"I had... to remove any and all ways your body had experienced sexual interaction, and then I had to rebuild your freaking Hymen. I had. To rebuild. Your HYMEN. So I restored the virginity that got taken away when that... thing did you. You are welcome."

A heavy shade of red appeared on Twilight's cheeks as she looked down towards her marehood. She looked back up, biting her bottom lip.

One could see Chrysalis' heart sink.

"You weren't a virgin before he attacked you... were you..."

Twilight slowly shook her head.

"You mean to tell me, that I spent three twelve-hour days..." Chrysalis put a hoof on her forehead. "-restoring your hymen... and returning you to a virgin state... when you weren't a virgin in the first place..?" She took the hoof off and stared at Twilight.

"Y-... Yeah..." Oh sweet Celestia please don't change into a stallion and rape me...

Chrysalis stared for what felt like hours before sighing.

"Whatever. I guess It's my pay for the fact that you helped me capture him."

Twilight stared, blinking a few times. "Wait... you caught him?"

Chrysalis nodded. "He made a grave mistake in saying that he owned a Ford Torino with an aluminum 428 engine, of which only 40 were made. After that, I simply checked every single Torino with a 428-Alu badge, and I found him. This time, I caught him. Didn't even see me coming."

"..."

"So, thank you, Twilight. You allowed me to catch the most wanted changeling from my hive."

Twilight's jaw hung open before she spoke. "Um... You're welcome. And... thank you for saving me..."

Chrysalis scoffed and looked away. "I didn't save you. I sped up the recovery. That's-"

Thump

Chrysalis was cut off by something hitting and wrapping around her barrel. She looked down to find a lavender mare hugging her tightly.

"Uhh..." Chrysalis attempted to find the words as a red streak appeared on her face. It had been some time since somepony had actually hugged her. She bit her lip. "Twilight, stop."

Twilight didn't move.

Chrysalis tried to force Twilight off of her. But the more she tried, the more Twilight squeezed.

Finally, she sighed, internally saying screw it and returning the hug. "Sooo, why?" she asked, appreciating the incoming love.

"Thank you..." Twilight softly replied.

A smile made its way onto Chrysalis' face. She decided to keep hugging the mare for several minutes, letting more and more love be willingly directed at her. Soon, she sighed. "Alright, listen, I need to go."

Twilight looked up at Chrysalis, holding the hug. "Why?"

"Because I just need to go. But first, I have a question. Would you rather have me torture and kill him, or would you rather have yourself torture and kill him?"

"...You mean Marxist?"

Chrysalis nodded.

"Well... I mean... how would you torture him?"

"I've been thinking about it. I might do to him what he did to the other 22 mares. Rip him to shreds."

"...Twenty... T-Two?"

"Mmmhm."

"..."

"Ah, a thought just came to me. As the finishing blow, once he is filled to the brim with vines or tentacles or whatever, once I'm done having fun with him, I'll snap them taut faster than one could blink."

Twilight gulped, knowing that Marxim would have been able to do the same to her. "Y-...You can do that."

"Hm. Thanks." Chrysalis let go of Twilight, causing the mare in lavender to do the same. "Now, if you'll excuse me." She stood up once Twilight got off of her and made her way to a faintly-illuminated door. The room lit up green for a split second as Chrysalis changed her form. Twilight was only able to see the black silhouette of a mare opening the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Places," Chrysalis replied. "Oh, by the way."

Twilight saw a small object come soaring in her direction. She tried to grab it with her magic, but was quickly reminded of the fact that she still had two inhibitor rings on her via the object hitting her in the face.

"Oh! Sorry!" Chrysalis said in a sarcastic tone. She quickly changed her form to use her horn to remove the rings.

Twilight, though hurting from the small metallic object, picked the aforementioned small metallic object up to examine it. It was a key sporting a classic Ford logo with the number 428A directly beneath it.

The mare looked up at Chrysalis.

"The car is outside," the normally cantankerous changeling said. "I don't need it, so you can do whatever you want with it. Sell it, drive it until your Bolide is fixed, store it for all eternity, just... don't destroy it. Don't destroy it because of who it was owned by. The car did nothing wrong."

Twilight looked at the key, then back at Chrysalis. "Uh... Okay. Will do. Uh- Hey, when can I see you again?"

Chrysalis was surprised. "Wha-... Why would you want to see me again?"

"Because... you seem nice to talk to? And... yeah?"

Chrysalis sighed. "Think of this as a fluke, alright? And don't tell Celestia about who actually fixed you. I wouldn't want her to think I'm nice. Or worse, amiable."

"But I want to talk to you. Maybe we could negotiate something between Equestria and your hive."

Chrysalis scoffed. "I'll leave a note in the Torino. Goodbye."

Thunk

...

...

...

Twilight looked down at the keys, then at where Chrysalis had gone.

"A fluke? Really?"

Outside, she heard a V6 engine start, and the subsequent sound of it speeding away.

She looked down at herself, placing a hoof down below and accidentally causing a tiny moan. "W-Well... At least I'm a virgin again... this time, I'll... make sure to save it for somepony I love..."

She looked at the key, gently narrowing her eyes.

"And I guess I have a new car now... I wonder how it'll drive..."

Author's Note

Took me about... oh... a few hours to make this? Over the course of a week? At least, this particular version. It was meant to be a whole lot more uh... well, ~~let's just say it had a "Mature" tag.~~ Scratch that. It was a LOT more mature. As in, the Implicit Stuff would have been turned into Explicit.

Constructive Criticism is appreciated!

EDIT: Okay does this belong in T or should I actually bump it up to M? The more I think, the more I grow conflicted.

EDIT 2: Bumped it up to M! So now this is officially my first M Rated story. I feel so accomplished!