Taking the Queen

Starlight made her way down the corridor, stopping as soon as she reached Chrysalis' cell. "Am I going to have to start securing you to the wall to make you stop masturbating every time I come near?"

Chrysalis stopped and leaned forward. "You again? I thought for sure it was going to be Twilight this time."

"Why does that matter?" asked Starlight. "If you hear hooves coming toward you, I expect you to make yourself presentable, no matter who it is. Twilight, myself, Princess Luna, Prince Shining Armor... I don't care who's approaching you. From now on, if ever I hear of or see you being uncivil, I'll drop in, and show you exactly what happens to pony children who behave as such."

"You think me a child?"

"No. I think children often behave better than you. If you were a child, I'd be more forgiving of your behaviour. Because then, it'd make sense that you were being a petulant, entitled little shit."

Chrysalis smirked through the bars. "I thought profanity was a bad behaviour? Didn't you batter me at our last meeting for using only a few of those? I think perhaps it's time I spanked you for that." She licked her teeth and patted her lap, indicating that she wanted Starlight to bend over her thighs that she may be stricken.

"Nice try," chuckled Starlight, opening the cell door. "Small doses, used with restraint and without malice are fine. There's also a claim to be made for tone and environment. Now, when you speak, it's a rather absurd endless tirade of four-letter words. Besides, we're not on about that today."

"Not following through on your lessons?" joked Chrysalis, chuckling to herself.

"More along the idea that you need to be introduced to a long string of ideas, and if we need you to repeat any lessons, we'll do that later. It's best to introduce our expectations at the start, feeding the details to you one at a time and really focusing on them. Last time I was here, it was behavioural. This time, it's visual." Starlight lit up her horn and brought in a rack of dresses. "Now, the hope was that you'd be able to be presentable to the public, and that we'd be able to parade you about at one of our formal events, showing everypony that you are capable of belonging in society."

"Prepare to be disappointed."

"Already done. In fact, I don't think you're capable of walking out of this cell on your own. You're going to be locked in here forever, and likely starve to death. To once more compare you to a child, I don't think you're capable of learning your lesson."

"Really?"

Starlight smirked and stepped closer. "Prove me wrong."

Chrysalis narrowed her eyes. "Gladly."

Starlight pulled an outfit off the rack and threw it to Chrysalis. "Put this on."

Chrysalis took a look at the outfit. It was a very conservative long-sleeve blouse, the cuffs rolled to be up near the elbows. It was paired with a plaid necktie, and a plaid pleated skirt that fell down to her knees. "You can't be serious."

"I'm as serious as a heart attack," responded Starlight. "You want to prove that you can blend into society? That outfit is easy to wear. Schoolfillies are given a similar one to wear daily as part of their school uniform."

"Not the same?"

"I can't just give you a schoolfilly's uniform."

"Why not?"

"Because it wouldn't fit you." To indicate the proper size, she waved her hoof at about chest height, barely cresting the queen's knees. "This was picked up at a custom shop because I needed something in your size. Now, are you going to put on your clothes, or are you going to concede that a random filly I can find at any school in Canterlot is better than you?"

Chrysalis looked back at the clothes. They were just articles of clothing. Mere tools. But now she was at an impasse because of them. If she put them on, she would prove her superiority over a child. In the same movement, however, she would be sacrificing her pride, notably in her resilience to the idea that she needed to change. She could throw the clothes on the floor, demonstrating that she would never change for anypony, but if she did, she would make it seem as though she were inferior to not just a pony, but a larval one, at that. There was no good choice, here. She'd talked her way into this mess and had no means of talking her way back out.

She sighed and went to put on the shirt, only to find Velcro straps along the sleeves and across the chest. "Is this what ponies find fashionable?"

"The straps? No. That's not normally found on regular pony clothing. It was added special in your case, as your legs are bound to the wall. If you want nicer clothes, you'll have to separate yourself from the stone, and that means behaving yourself. Now, are you going to dress up, or do I need to spank you again?"

Chrysalis hurried into the clothes, remiss to find that the tie was a clip-on. Sure, she didn't know how to tie one, but she could use it as a garrote. She couldn't strangle a guard with a clip-on. Especially one this short.

"Congratulations," smiled Starlight. "You've really gone and showed me how wrong I was. You truly are at or above an elementary school student in terms of capability. I applaud you." She clapped her hooves in a condescending manner. "I will say this; you managed to put everything on correctly and straight."

"Is it straight?" chuckled Chrysalis, "Or are you dressing me up like this because it's your fetish?"

"I picked that outfit because it was easy and casual."

Chrysalis stood up on her hind legs. "So you say, but what I hear is this." She pushed her ovipositor out and forward, causing her skirt to bunch up as she pitched a tent. "Come on, you know you want me inside of you. Come on, touch it."

Starlight took a deep breath and pushed Chrysalis up against the wall with her magic, grabbing the ovipositor in her hoof and bending it harshly, causing Chrysalis extreme discomfort. "Can you go one lesson without me questioning whether or not you deserve to live? I'm trying to be nice, but if you keep fucking up, I swear, I'm not against performing reconstructive surgery to chop this thing off and sew it up inside of you, letting it rot, fester, and poison you from the inside."

As she released Chrysalis, the changeling queen fell to the floor. She had struck a nerve, but Starlight had struck right back. This was not worth the pain it has caused as her ovipositor squeezed its way back up inside of her.

"I'm not feeding you today," added Starlight. "Let that be a lesson on its own. When I come back, I expect you to not be masturbating. I'm leaving the clothing here, but you don't have to wear it." With her hoof, Starlight rolled Chrysalis over to look her in the eye. "Of course, if you are dressed when I show up, I might be more inclined to believe you're deserving to be fed. If I were you, I'd grow accustomed to the idea of wearing clothes."