Taking the Queen

Chrysalis had pulled herself out of bed early today and dressed up to wait for Spiceberry to come back. She had been good yesterday, doing everything Starlight had asked of her and more, and asked specifically if he could come back tomorrow. She'd said he could, and that was all she needed to wake up early. She was wearing a blue evening gown, nothing particularly special, but good enough to impress him, hopefully.

Sure enough, he came by before lunch, even earlier than he had the day before. "Good morning," he smiled, coming to a stop in front of her cell. "You're looking better than you did yesterday."

"I wanted to make sure you kept coming back," she said bluntly. "Did you bring the good stuff?"

"Right here," he said, picking up a paper cup. This one was larger than the last, at least four times the size. "Since you enjoyed it so much, I thought I'd bring you even more than yesterday. Be careful, It's still hot."

She took it excitedly through the bars, and feeling how hot it was, set it down on her bed. "Do you have any ice?"

"Not today, no. This time, I left it hot so you would enjoy it over time, rather than just gulping it all down at once."

Chrysalis frowned. "I have to wait?"

"Not that long." Spiceberry sat on the ground outside the cell. "I have something else for you, too, to see if that tides you over for a bit." He reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a container with a lid. "I made these several hours ago, so I know they're cooled by now."

"What are they?"

He pulled off the lid and pushed the container through the bars. Inside were a few triangular biscuits. "Scones. Cranberry walnut. I'm not as good at these as I could be, but if I were to find a business partner who bakes, I could expand my shop a bit, theoretically. Mayhaps I'll find somepony up there, who knows the ins and outs of crystalberries."

"Why not spiceberry scones?" suggested Chrysalis, sniffing at one of the scones. "It's your namesake, after all."

Spiceberry chuckled. "The flavour would be way too intense, and would easily overpower my cider. Something a bit more mild would do a better job. It's all about balance."

Chrysalis took a bite. Immediately, she could taste the amount of care he had put into these. After that came the flavours of the berries and nuts, and finally the crumbly medium, which was slightly sweet and mildly tart. She was starting to see why ponies ate this stuff.

"How is it?"

Chrysalis took another bite. She took a deep breath, swallowed what she had, and placed the rest on top of the lid of her cup, sinking to the ground. She held her head in her hooves and stared at the floor.

"Is everything alright?" asked Spiceberry, pressing his hoof against the bars. "Look, if it's not a good scone, you don't have to eat the rest. I'm not going to make you finish it."

"No, it's good," groaned Chrysalis. "It's great, actually. There's something wrong with me."

"I'll go find Starlight and bring her down here. She'll know what to do."

As he stood up to leave, she reached out, only to have her hoof held back by the cables. "Wait!" she called out to him. "Please, come back!"

To her surprise, he did come back, and after she gestured to the floor, he sat back down. She sat down next to him, and for the first time since she'd been locked up, she felt completely and totally safe. She also felt an intense pain in her chest and throat, as if she were deepthroating a stallion, having forgotten how to breathe while performing, and unable to arrange herself in such a way to come up for air. She almost felt as though she would burst.

"What's wrong?" Spiceberry's hoof slipped through the bars and landed on her shoulder.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

He smiled. "Because I want to see you succeed in the goal set by Starlight. I want you to know that you are valued. After all, nopony believed I could be a royal guard. Look at me, I'm skinny and lanky. I have no visible muscle, I detest fighting, and I spend a lot of my spare time cooking and baking, two skills that I was always chided at for having growing up. I was made fun of because I would rather be in the kitchen making cookies than outside playing sportball. And despite that, here I am, a Corporal with only one year left of enlisted service. While it's true that I could try to be a higher rank, for me, this is just a job. For you, I believe that you can be better. I honestly believe that you can be everything that Starlight wants you to be and more."

Chrysalis wiped her eyes. "I used to be a queen," she muttered. "Now I'm supposed to be a whore?"

"You were a queen. You were above everyling else. That's a long way to fall, but you were up there for years. You can be up there again. So Starlight says that your best bet to fit into society is to be a whore. You can prove her wrong, and give up, or you can prove her right, and be a common whore, or you can be better than she says. Be the best damn whore Equestria's ever seen! You have the power, and for as long as you keep pushing for more of it, I'm going to stand beside you!"

His words hit her like a runaway cart. She'd never felt this kind of encouragement before. It was always tinged with the fact that she had to be disguised as somepony else to receive it. She had asked Starlight the week prior if anypony would ever proposition her for sex if she looked like herself, and here was a stallion who believed that she could do it. Could she really do what he said? Was she even capable?

"Stand up," she ordered. "Put your hips against the bars."

With a nod, he did what she said, and moments later, she was sucking him off, completely unprompted. If she was going to be the best cocksucker that Equestria had ever known, then she would need more practice.