Taking the Queen

When Twilight came back, Chrysalis was sitting in her chair, her back straight, her dark green gown visually clean and wrinkle-free, and her mane and tail brushed straight and smooth. Twilight was joined by a whole parade of escorts, with Starlight and Shining Armor at the head of the pack. Behind them, Spiceberry and Poultice, and four more guards.

"Why's the door closed?" asked Starlight. "Closed for inspection?"

"I suppose," nodded Chrysalis. "I could have just told anypony that came up to wait in line while I'm under scrutiny."

"I closed the door," admitted Twilight. "I was quite certain that something was amiss, so I locked it down."

Starlight reached forward, unlocked the door, and slid it open. "With all of her progress, I've been leaving it open during the day. No problems so far."

"None?"

"I was pretty shocked, myself," admitted Shining. "Believe it or not, she's been behaving herself."

Twilight shook her head. "When I left, she was only just starting to come around. I find it hard to believe that after two weeks, she's changed that much."

"She's been very accommodating," nodded Poultice. "All kinds of weird stuff, she's been open to learning. I mean, just look at her. She looked absolutely desiccated when she was walked in here, and now..."

Chrysalis wasn't fat. She ran and flew several laps twice a week, averaging about ten laps both ways before doing some mild weight training these days. She kept up with her cardio and bolstered her weight training with the help of the connections she'd made. Spiceberry pushed her to keep trying, and Poultice kept her on her toes. She was in great shape and improving.

"She's completely changed the way she's done hoofjobs," added Spiceberry. "Look at the holes in her legs. They're squeezing shut."

"You know as well as I do that she can't force the love out of ponies anymore," continued Starlight. "All of the love she's been consuming has been given willingly. No magic, very little freedoms, slowly growing."

Twilight looked over Chrysalis, walking forward and waving for her to stand. Twilight walked around her in a circle, poking and prodding, staring and squeezing. Chrysalis wore her discomfort on her face, but let Twilight do what she wished.

"She's in good health," confirmed Starlight. "Showered yesterday, we're up to four days a week now. We can add an extra on today, if you want to observe."

"I think I will," nodded Twilight. "I want to see her workout, too."

"She worked out yesterday," scowled Shining. "If she works out today, too, she'll pull a muscle."

"It's what my guest wants," argued Chrysalis. "Shouldn't I follow any order given by royalty?"

"I'm royalty," replied Shining. "And I'm telling you not to injure yourself. There's plenty of time for her to see your workout in a few days, when it's scheduled."

"Fine," huffed Twilight. "But I still want to see her cleaned."

Shining stepped forward and unlocked Chrysalis from the wall. "Strip down," he ordered.

Chrysalis did as she was ordered, using her right hoof to organize a fresh outfit while Starlight coiled up the cable. Chrysalis stripped down to nothing and hoisted the cable onto her shoulder.

"You don't guide her?" asked Twilight.

"Not for a while, no," answered Starlight. "She knows the way, and she's not going to bolt."

"Armed guards," pointed Shining. "Battlemages over there. If she tries to run, it's going to be a quick takedown."

Chrysalis took the last big swallow of cider from her breakfast and led the group to the mare's locker room. Supplemental showers were unscheduled, meaning there would be no guards lining up for her. She'd even been granted a locker for her soaps and scrubbers.

There was no sex during this shower, though that was not for lack of effort. Chrysalis' reputation meant that she no longer needed to be so forward, as doing so may be bothersome. Instead, she would act seductive and wait for her clients to come to her. No such luck today.

After a fairly boring shower, she dried herself off and dressed up in her longer blue gown before leading the whole party back to her cell, all without ever being touched by anypony until she gave the cable back to Shing so he could secure it to the wall.

"Is that the whole thing?" asked Twilight. "I'm not impressed."

"I'd have invited you to shower with me, but you didn't respond to my non-verbal advances."

"Are you propositioning me?"

Chrysalis chuckled. "I am a whore, after all. Your guards wanted to join me, but didn't want to do so in front of you. Look at them!"

Twilight looked to the guards she'd brought with her. More than half were hiding half-chubs, including Shining, who had lifted his knee and taken a step back. Even he had to admit that she was drawing him in.

"Well," sighed Twilight, taking a step back. "I suppose I'll be eating crow tonight." She grabbed Chrysalis' chair and moved it out into the hall. "Starlight, set up for whatever you were planning tonight. The rest of you, back to normal scheduling."

Most of the ponies there left, leaving only Spiceberry, Chrysalis and Twilight. Seeing that Spiceberry stayed, Twilight stepped back into the cell. "Don't you have something to do?"

"Not for half an hour," he admitted. "I spend my early mornings in here with her, and then I go to my post up top. I guard the archives."

"Well, you're starting early today," she replied. "This is to be a clean cell today, no visitors."

Spiceberry nodded. "Yes, ma'am." He turned to Chrysalis and gave her a kiss. "I'll be back in tomorrow morning."

"We'll see," said Twilight as he brushed past her. When he was out of earshot, Twilight sat down and looked into the cell. "How much love have you taken from him?"

"A lot."

She chuckled. "I wasn't expecting honesty."

"He gave it to me. I haven't taken all of what he offered. If I had, I'd be a lot bigger."

"So how'd you do it?"

"Pardon?"

"How did you manage to draw it out of him?"

Chrysalis shook her head. "He approached me. He made me something to drink. I was in a bad spot, and he tossed me a rope. All I had to do was appreciate his company. He made me what I am, not the other way around."

"Do you honestly expect me to believe that?"

"Not at all."