Taking the Queen

As Twilight descended into the dungeons, she was greeted by the weeping coming from Chrysalis' cell. She approached quietly, shushing the guards she saw to hide her sudden visit. When she was near enough to listen in, she stopped and just held her ear to the wall. She wanted to hear what was going on, but as Chrysalis wasn't talking to herself, she stood there for ten minutes and learned nothing.

She rounded the corner and Chrysalis looked up. "Princess Twilight?" Chrysalis wiped her face on her pillow and stood up. "My apologies for not being presentable. I didn't think there would be any guests tonight, nevermind one so important as yourself. Can you give me a moment to clean up?"

Twilight had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping. Not only was Chrysalis calling her by her title with no hint of sarcasm, but she was also being perfectly respectful and adhering to the rules set forth for her. Wanting to see what would happen, Twilight nodded. "You have two minutes to make yourself presentable."

She moved around the corner and silently counted to a hundred and twenty. When she returned, the former queen of the changelings had wiped her face mostly clean, with a smear line being missed in the process, put on a simple dress, and made up her bed. That was quite impressive. Twilight grabbed one of the rags from the wardrobe and finished wiping Chrysalis' face. "You missed a spot."

Chrysalis bowed her head. "To what do I owe this visit?"

"I've come to employ your services."

Chrysalis looked up at Twilight. Her sclerae were blue-green and her eyelids were puffy. "As her majesty wishes. What manner of service do you desire?"

What Twilight truly desired from Chrysalis was something she could not do at this time. Being unable to transform, Twilight could not have her turn into the stallion she wanted. She knew that she held the key that could undo that, but it would mean that Chrysalis was now free to shift as she pleased.

"What is it you normally do for servicing a mare?" asked Twilight. "Just tell me first, so I know what to expect."

"Most of them begin by telling me to scrub them," smiled Chrysalis. Noting Twilight's confusion, she continued, "We often meet up in the showers. They're all sweaty from working out, I'm all sweaty from working out, and they want to feel clean, and it's kind of a domination thing. Or mutualism, if they want to scrub me in turn."

"I'm not scrubbing you, and I showered this afternoon. What's next?"

"Usually, once clean, they have me eat them out. Very basic stuff. Is that what you want?"

Twilight furrowed her brow. That did sound basic. "What else?"

"Your friends were into some weird stuff. What do you desire?"

Twilight huffed. If her choices were vanilla or letting her own fetish show, or even just making one up, she knew what had to be done. "Give me something that you think will impress me."

Chrysalis nodded and gestured to the chair. "Please, have a seat."

Twilight looked over to the chair. It was the same chair she sat on while watching the demonstration of what Chrysalis had learned, and the same one she'd been sitting in when she realized that things were moving too fast. The last time she had been face to crotch with Chrysalis, this was the chair she was sitting in.

Chrysalis noticed the symbolism as well. "This time, when you leave, it will be as a satisfied mare," she promised, dropping down to her knees. With a sigh, Twilight sat down and spread her legs. Everypony had told her that this was worth it, and she had to be the judge.

Chrysalis' tongue ran slowly over Twilight's lips, slicking her up with saliva. There was a flavour to Twilight that was unmistakable. "Kiwi lime," she smiled, licking her lips. "That's a very popular flavour of lubricant right now. Seems you missed something during that shower this afternoon."

"I had a strapping young gentlecolt call on me after," snapped Twilight in response.

"Anypony I know?" asked Chrysalis, digging her tongue into Twilight.

"That includes more than two thirds of the guards in the castle," grumbled Twilight. "You've likely met."

Dropping the subject, Chrysalis focused on Twilight's pussy. The fact that she was still able to form complete sentences was something that had to change. She was going light for now, as she knew that this had to be a well-remembered experience. An event, really. If she made Twilight cum in five minutes, which she could do, then there would be no takeaway. She had to make it last, and she had to make it good. The last time she'd tried this, she'd lost her in with Spiceberry. That could not happen again.

Twilight was not having a good time. Part of this was because of how Chrysalis was moving slowly, but it was mostly her own preconceptions holding her back. She didn't like Chrysalis on the best of days, and was just wanting this event to be over. To her, it was not the care and attention to detail that bled through, but rather, she felt as though she were just being poked and rubbed from the inside. It was her lack of desire to enjoy this that was causing her displeasure.

Sniffing the air, Chrysalis could identify Twilight's lack of joy, and realized that she was not going to provide any enjoyment this way. Something had to change. Thinking back to how Fluttershy's mood had tasted, Chrysalis once more aimed for her arse.

Twilight was not expecting this in the slightest. She immediately clamped down in shock, mashing Chrysalis' head between her cheeks with her legs. With more than half of her tongue inside of Twilight's arse, Chrysalis began beating her tongue against the sides of Twilight's colon. This caused Twilight to writhe and squirm with the new sensation, until finally, she had enough self-control to open her legs again. By this time, Chrysalis was glad to pull away. Being pressed to flesh was fun only to the point where she was no longer able to breathe.

"What was that?!" demanded Twilight. "That wasn't part of the plan!"

Chrysalis licked her nose clean. "You came on my face. I can smell your excitement. You can't lie to me, Twilight. You enjoyed that, admit it."