A Long-Overdue Change of Leadership

They say that patience comprises the majority of any stealth operation. That much of the time, when waiting to clandestinely strike at your enemy, the best thing to do, should you want to strike true, or steal something, or overhear a juicy bit of intel, is wait. Wait for that golden opportunity. When your target’s defenses are down, when they are truly vulnerable, and then, that is when you strike.

Queen Chrysalis, always of the mind of “if you want it done properly, do it yourself,” spent years waiting. From the moment she ensnared a young, up and coming noblemare into her sway, and took her place, Chrysalis played the long game. Inching forward her influence, propelling her noble house to Celestia’s side, gaining prestige from Equestria for herself, Chrysalis lay in wait. Only in spare moments to herself did she ever drop her disguise, and smile at the thought of the real Primsy Proper back at her hive being of sexual service to the drones of her hive, and her love for the treatment making her one of dozens of willing pony servants to her and her children, and a steady source of food for them all. Chrysalis did find it fortuitous to find a noblemare with a secret changeling fetish, and took the opportunity by the horn of that unicorn.

This night, Chrysalis lay back on the bed of Primsy Proper, stroking her long, thick, glowing green shaft with one hand, while fondling her heavy, softball-sized orbs with the other, as the seven-foot-eleven changeling queen pleasured herself to that night when she seduced the mare. She had met the mare while disguised as a common pony, who helped Primsy discover her sexuality, after being so repressed by her upbringing. At the time a 20 year-old, Chrysalis gave her the sexual awakening most ponies could only dream of, making Primsy quiver with pleasure, and even make her horn shoot jets of liquid unicorn magic.

It proved little surprise that when Chrysalis finally took a gamble and revealed her true form to Primsy Proper, the mare only wrapped herself around Chrysalis’ little finger even tighter than before, and begged Chrysalis to take her to the hive. Chrysalis just had to oblige that. With Primsy having the time of her life, for the rest of her life now at the hive, Chrysalis took everything she learned about Primsy and her way of life to mimic her so perfectly that even her parents suspected nothing.

Now, with “Primsy Proper” displaying a newfound magical talent and a knack for politics and statesmanship, Chrysalis now found herself in the position that excited her the most; a meeting with Princess Celestia herself. Not only a meeting, but a place by her side, as a trusted advisor, with her own room in Canterlot Castle. Chrysalis felt her plan coming to fruition more and more. With one of her own already impersonating a Royal Guard, she was closer than ever before to her ultimate goal.

As Chrysalis’ glowing green shaft, easily two feet long and over four inches in diameter, grew to its full length, Chrysalis leaned her head forward and engulfed her tip into her maw, in a practice she perfected in her long life. She eagerly swirled her tongue around the tip, thinking thoughts of Princess Celestia doing the same one day, followed by her sister, Luna, that whore of a princess Cadance, her pathetic husband, and that bitch Twilight Sparkle, and her stupid friends! All of them, one day, will worship her as the proper Queen of Equestria!

The very thought, as it did so many lonely nights up to now, sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body, and thick, fertile, green cum into her mouth, and a mouthful of tiny, unfertilized eggs. She swallowed them eagerly, as they came, tasting her own cum for a long while, just picturing the beautiful sight of her adversaries bearing a new clutch of eggs. The cum and eggs tasted like home, and filled her mind with the buzzing and chittering of her drones, her lovelies. She gulped down every last drop of her own semen, not wanting to make a strange mess in the bed, before she let her cock pop from her lips, and smiled as her cock retreated to her sheath. Her plan ran through her head once more, as she thought of how well it would succeed.

Still, once her cock returned completely into her heavy sheath, Chrysalis stood up and gazed out the window, her glowing eyes, tongue, and nipples the only source of light in here save for the moon and stars outside, as she gazed out the window of the towering home of Primsy Proper’s entire life, to the even more opulent and soaring spires of Canterlot Castle. There she saw a dimly lit window, as her nude, black form gently reflected some sunlight from her smooth flesh. She smiled and licked her lips as she bared her fangs at the dim blue light of that window. Deciding that today would be a day of casual risk, she opened the window and stepped onto the balcony, naked in her true form, her perfectly hanging and large breasts, her very plump and wide rear, her heavy balls and sheath, all adorned her sleek body as she gently groped her own breasts and looked around, taking in the cool spring air of Canterlot. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Letting it out, she closed her eyes for a moment, picturing herself standing on top of the world.

She opened her eyes again as she took one more step, her foot falling on the cold tile, before leaning against the brass railing.

“How lonely must it be?” she asked, looking up at the dim window in Canterlot Castle, “On top of the world, yet nobody to accompany you, to hold you, to speak sweet nothings to you? I cannot fathom a life entirely devoid of my lovelies, who give me such unconditional love whenever I am around, but I know that once you experience something like that, there will never be any going back to this lonesome existence. I would weep for you if I wasn’t so excited to meet you; I can give you all that you have missed those long years. I can, no, I will give you what you seek. And maybe a little more. I think you’ll come to appreciate what I have in store for Canterlot, Princess.”

A smirk graced Chrysalis’ face, and she licked her lips with her glowing green tongue. “I shall see you soon, Princess Luna.”

The next afternoon, disguised once more as Primsy Proper, Chrysais sat at the official Royal Banquet Hall, with opulent gold-encrusted silverware set before them, which Chrysalis knew from her long talks with Primsy Proper which ones were used and when. The fish fork, the salad fork, the butter knife, the soup spoon, but not the dessert spoon, and the steak knife, she made sure to use with utmost composure. She could spy Primsy’s parents looking upon her proudly, to which Chrysalis gave a gentle smile in return, while looking to Celestia and Luna at the head of the table. Chrysalis finally laid eyes upon her biggest and most important target, in the flesh. She looked so calm, so relaxed, so certain of herself and the security of her positions. Chrysalis barely paid attention to the words coming out of her mouth, as it all blended together. She could pass off not taking in all of Celestia’s words with a carefully worded excuse about lack of sleep last night, but her eyes soon turned to Luna.

Luna looked, to Chrysalis, like someone holding it together. She saw it before at many of the parties she attended in her double-life as Primsy Proper; the worried, bordering on sad expression of a mare feeling alone in a crowd of people. Chrysalis continued fixing her gaze upon Luna, whose eyes gazed blankly forward in between bites, before occasionally scanning the crowd. Chrysalis noticed that some ponies in the banquet averted their gaze whenever Luna’s met theirs, but when Luna’s met Chrysalis’, she kept it fixed. A smile graced Primsy’s face as their gaze remained locked, and Luna even cracked a smile in return.

Chrysalis rested a hand on the table, and just in view of Luna, gazed down at it, coaxing Luna’s gaze to follow. There, Chrysalis used another lesson from Primsy and very lightly tapped with just her finger the old Light Signal Code that Luna herself developed before her banishment. Intended to be used with a series of powerful lamps and shutters to transmit information over far distances quickly, it was never used much outside of military contexts, but Primsy studied it as a hobby, and in playing the part, Chrysalis mastered it well. With a series of short and long taps of her right index finger against her other hand, she sent Luna a message.

“My name is Primsy. Want to talk later?” The message asked.

She had to repeat it a number of times before Luna understood what Chrysalis was doing, when a light blush followed on Luna’s cheeks, but she responded with a barely perceptible nod, a gesture that Chrysalis reciprocated.

Slowly, Chrysalis’ focus returned to Celestia’s voice, though her eyes stayed locked with Luna.

“…it will be another prosperous year for us, and a prosperous year for Equestria,” Celestia concluded.

A round of applause followed as Celestia raised a champagne glass with her magic. “To Equestria and its continued prosperity.”

“Hear hear,” chanted the rest of the table, reciprocating the gesture, raising their glasses with their magic, as unicorns accounted for all others present at the table, and they drank their last flute of champagne before the waiters appeared from the kitchen to serve dessert.

The banquet proceeded, with all the stallions in their tuxedos and the mares in varying dresses of white, pink, green, blue, and gold to match Celestia’s color scheme, and yet none to match Luna’s. Chrysalis, as she ate the very incredible ice cream out of a genuine crystal bowl, continued to gaze at Luna, who this time, continued to meet her gaze. An image flashed before Chrysalis’ eyes of Luna and Primsy clutching each other in a private room, Luna slamming her against the wall and kissing her passionately mere minutes after this interminable feast concluded, but Chrysalis stopped herself. Much as that might be a lovely fantasy, it was just that, and not anything on which to base the next phases of her plan. Still, they kept their gaze for the rest of the dessert course of the meal.

Once the serving staff removed the plates from the table, everybody began talking amongst themselves, some standing up to talk with those at opposite ends of the table, and of course, Celestia had quite a gathering of people wanting to talk to her. Chrysalis became the only one standing next to and talking to Princess Luna.

“Primsy Proper,” Luna greeted, giving a gentle bow, “We know of you by reputation, yet it is good to gaze upon your face.”

“A pleasure, Princess Luna,” Chrysalis replied, giving a perfect curtsey, “it is good to meet you.”

“As it is to us,” Luna said as she offered her hand, which bore a royal signet ring.

With practiced poise, Chrysalis took Luna’s hand and placed a gentle kiss on the ring. Out of the corner of her eye, she eyed some of the other guests, members of other noble families gazing her direction and whispering to each other. Out of the corner of her other eye, she spied Celestia still greeting and speaking to the other important ponies. Unaware of the occasion of Luna speaking to a guest for the first time in a long time.

“I hoped you would get my message; I have studied the Light Signal Code for years, and I have always wanted to talk about it with the one who invented it.”

“It pleases us to hear that our code has survived for a thousand years; yet, We would like to know if you feel it could be improved?”

Ahh, a test! Chrysalis thought, Probing to see if I am merely kissing up to her or if I truly understand the code. Well Luna, you don’t strike me as someone who likes having her ass kissed as much as your sister.

“While it has certainly served our forces well, and it is widely known in navigation circles, changing it outright would be disastrous for our merchant airship fleets. However, I think a ‘code within a code’ approach would work best for Equestria’s more clandestine operations. After all, I doubt that there has never been a single individual with nefarious intent who has tried to crack the code or learn it from someone else in a thousand years.” Chrysalis had to stifle a chuckle at that, passing it off as a cough, holding her hand over her mouth. “Excuse me, your Highness.”

“Thou art excused,” Luna said, nodding her head, “and you speak truth, We have been pondering a code within a code to develop for our Secret Service agents. Your reputation for developing cryptography through magic would put thee at a unique position to assist that endeavor.”

Ahh, slipping back to her old manner of speaking. She’s nervous, flustered. I’ll push my advantage, but just a little.

“Perhaps we could discuss it over tea?”

Chrysalis held her breath, as she saw a faint blush appear on Luna’s cheeks, but a nod ensued.

“We would love to,” Luna said, a tiny bit of nervousness coming from her voice, “We could meet for tea after I raise the moon tonight, if thou desires.”

Yes! But I can’t press my advantage too much, I have to make her really want me. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, after all.

“Alas I have plans tonight,” Chrysalis replied, seeing a slight tone of dejection on Luna’s face, “However, I would be honored to see you tomorrow night, if you would have me, your Majesty.”

Luna’s face lit up. While obvious to Chrysalis, she noted that Luna’s centuries of practice even before her banishment remained intact, and her expressions remained subtle. Not subtle enough, however, for others to not take notice, as Chrysalis noticed out of the corner of her eye once more.

“We would be pleased to have thee on the morrow,” Luna said, gently bowing her head. Chrysalis gave a pleasant curtsy and a subtle wink at the Princess.

“I look forward to a lovely tea time. Now I must return to my parents,” Chrysalis said, glancing over at them to her right, “It has been an honor meeting you, your Highness.”

With that, Chrysalis, in the body of Primsy Proper, turned to her parents, but waited to the last possible second to break eye contact with Luna, before focusing her attention to them. Smiling, Chrysalis could only imagine the want, need, and excitement she implanted into Luna like a virus. Chrysalis felt glad that her current body was unable to show her arousal as visibly as her natural body could, yet she could smell it on Luna. Princess or not, she knew the scent well on ponies. Her smile remained as she approached her parents, as her father, a venerable and pale blue unicorn put a hand on her shoulder.

“Primsy, my sweet girl. Courting Princess Luna on your first day in the castle?” he asked, only slightly in jest.

“Oh but it was only a conversation,” she replied, holding her hands together, her arms extended low on her body, attempting to show innocence, “I simply wished to talk to her about the Light Signal Code. She invented it, after all.”

“Indeed, but be careful,” Primsy’s father said, “Making moves like that so soon can paint a political target on your head. We will support your courtship, but we ask that you do not rest all your future plans on that particular possibility.”

With a nod, Chrysalis agreed, as the gathering continued, with flutes of champagne and glasses of dessert wine were passed around. Chatter ensued, and finally, true to the Proper family’s ways, they patiently waited their turn for Celestia to make her way over to the group. Chrysalis looked once more upon that body of the mare whom she bested in combat once before, but could not defeat entirely. Chrysalis gazed upon her, looking along the Princess’ body, seeing her height, just a hair shorter than Chrysalis’ true form, her incredibly buxom chest, her wide, curvy hips, slight chub to her belly, her thick thighs, all hallmarks of a woman who, while not unhealthy, did indeed enjoy the finer foods of the kingdom. She had to stifle her thoughts as she curtsied once more, to her mortal enemy.

“A good evening to you, house Proper,” she greeted, “I do hope that I have given a good first impression to your up-and-coming daughter on her first banquet at the castle!”

“I believe you have,” Primsy’s mother said, giving a little curtsey, “I think she will make for a wonderful new advisor from our family’s arcane communication business.”

“Indeed she will,” Primsy’s father added, “Were it not for her surge in magical prowess, we would not be where we are now!” he said proudly, giving her a sidelong hug, as Chrysalis smiled warmly, showing an appropriate level of returned affection to Primsy’s father. “She understands the technology better than I do, but that’s what we have our location managers for,” he added, “but she will be glad to help you out in your endeavors for the future, should you ever have need of her, isn’t that right, Primsy?”

“It is, father,” Chrysalis replied, gazing into Celestia’s eyes, only for a moment before bowing her head respectfully. She could not stop her mind from flashing the thought of tearing those prim and proper clothes from Celestia’s body, squeezing those fat tits, and forcing her down onto the table. Yet she composed herself, after her heart thumped hard in her body, and could feel her own arousal grow within herself as she calmed herself with a centering of her thoughts onto the present, and the task at hand. Namely, to make a good impression on Celestia. “I would be honored to be at your service in the field of arcane communications.” It felt as if steam left her body from a sudden boiling of her very essence, her desire to dominate, had finally cooled down to a stable state, as Celestia calmly nodded.

“It would be an honor to have you, Primsy,” Celestia replied with a warm smile, “I envision big things with you here, and I know your family is going to make Equestria just all the more *magical*!” she swooned with suspiciously perfect poise and timing. Chrysalis bowed respectfully, but kept an ear out for more of Celestia’s talking.

The more Celestia and Primsy’s parents spoke, the more it sounded less like a conversation and more like a dance of formalities. The “how do you dos” and “how goes the business” kinds of questions, and once those well-worn topics ran dry, Chrysalis smirked as Celestia made an excuse to go on to other business with the rest of the families that still had yet to make her acquaintance.

Sure enough, the conversation appeared about the same, barring some minor changes. Chrysalis grinned. Already an opening, something she might be able to use later on. Still, for now, she returned her focus to keeping up appearances, and continued conversing with her parents as Primsy Proper.

That night, after all was said and done, Chrysalis found herself alone in Primsy’s room once more, and dropped her disguise as she gazed out on the tower. “I will see you tomorrow, Luna,” Chrysalis said, licking her lips with her green tongue, “And soon you will be mine. And you will tell me all the secrets of your vapid harlot of a sister.”