A Long-Overdue Change of Leadership

Chrysalis stood, once more as Primsy Proper, next to a royal guard, who approached the door to Luna’s chambers. He rapped his knuckles on the sturdy wooden door bearing an ornate depiction of Luna’s cutie mark surrounded by a shield and a downward-facing sword behind it.

“Your majesty?” he called out, “Madame Primsy Proper is here to see you.”

“Yes, do come in!” came Luna’s voice, rather frantic sounding.

“You must forgive the Princess,” the guard said, turning to Primsy, grimacing, “she is so very busy all the time; She works so hard for the good of Equestria, and she unfortunately can get overwhelmed. I ask that you please be patient with her.”

“Of course, sir knight,” Chrysalis replied, showing a concerned look on her face, “is now not a good time?”

“Oh no, not at all, she has been excited all day, but she works almost all day and night, so she may be, well, filling out forms and papers and signing decrees while you have tea with her, is all.”

“I understand. Thank you, for the warning.”

“Of course, Madame. If you need anything at all, the Princess knows how to summon me.”

Chrysalis gave a graceful nod and stepped forward to the door and gently turned the latch, and opened it. Inside was a dark room, with rows upon rows of bookshelves and only a dim light from a corner next to the window, out of which sat a nearly pristine view towards Primsy’s home. The door closed behind her, and Chrysalis gently stepped forward, her platform high heels clacking against the floor, walking with expert poise, while she wore an elegant black dress on top of Primsy’s light grey body, with tastefully midnight-blue-painted toenails and fingernails, along with a flowing pink mane, and sapphire eyes. Chrysalis’ disguised form approached the desk, just out of view behind a bookshelf, and peered around the corner.

There sat Luna, rings under her eyes, clearly without makeup, and a frantic look in her eyes as her horn remained illuminated, and four quills furiously scribbled on the tops of four stacks of parchment the size of introductory textbooks. A large cup of coffee sat next to one of the stacks, and Chrysalis noticed a drip of the liquid on the corner of Luna’s mouth. Every couple of seconds, a parchment from the top of one of the stacks levitated off the top and with a light “poof” sound, disappeared in a cloud of blue smoke, something Chrysalis recognized as a transport spell. All of this done without Luna looking at any of the papers, while at the same time attempting to finish one especially thin stack of papers with a pen in her hands. She finished whatever it was just as Chrysalis opened her mouth to speak, and Luna put the ornate blue-and-gold fountain pen down and looked up to what she perceived to be an elegantly dressed Primsy Proper. Luna’s dress, on the other hand, appeared far more casual; a simple tee-shirt in charcoal grey and ash-grey sweatpants covering her from the waist to the floor, and wearing what looked like traction socks that one might receive in the hospital. Luna’s beautifully flowing mane that Chrysalis observed in the dinner last night now was done up in a hastily made ponytail, with some hairs frazzled out at the end.

“Primsy!” Luna exclaimed, “It is good to see thee! Come, sit, sit!” she said rapidly as she levitated the stacks of papers to her bed, leaving the table empty, with just a solitary lantern on the table to illuminate their conversation. Luna caused a chair to appear on the other side of the table, while Chrysalis noticed that the pens were still furiously scribbling on the stacks of papers on the bed while they spoke. Chrysalis’ eyes appeared wide and even slightly twitching, much as Luna clearly tried to hide it. Chrysalis sat down at the table, a look of concern on her face.

“Is this a bad time, your Majesty?”

“No, not at all! We have not had the pleasure of company in ages! It is wonderful to have thee in our presence, Primsy! Come, let me pour you some tea,” Luna said as she picked up the coffee pot and began to tip it over to pour, before stopping just before the liquid would have flowed onto the table. “Oh, sorry! Uh, heh, it hath been a long night for us, hardly any chance to enter the dream world since we returned from our exile.”

While Luna summoned teacups and a pot of tea, Chrysalis leaned forward, as Luna poured tea into both cups, and set the kettle down. Chrysalis respectfully took a sip, and nodded approvingly at the tea, much to Luna’s apparent delight as she smiled widely, though her smile somewhat spoiled by her haggard, sleep-deprived look.

“Your Majesty, are you all right? You look like you have not slept in days.”

“It is, nothing, Primsy,” Luna said, “Equestria does not run itself, after all.”

“But does your sister not help with these endeavors?”

Luna let out a very un-princesslike chortle before very unceremoniously downing the entire cup of tea. “She is, ahaha, much too busy making sure her mane remains perfect, and her body remains pristine, and, well, practicing her speeches,” she explained, her eyelid twitching as she quickly poured herself some more tea.

Chrysalis, seeing all of this, saw an opportunity. One she knew she could risk. “Your Majesty,” she began, reaching over and daringly putting a hand on Luna’s, holding her hand, “you mean to say that you toil, day in and day out, night after night, to do all the work of running Equestria, while your sister indulges in her own vanity?”

“It is not, like that,” Luna stammered, “She has such important business talking to the nobles and envoys, you see…”

“No, Luna, put down your work,” Chrysalis stated firmly as she squeezed Luna’s hand, “Equestria can wait one night. Luna, your Majesty, I know I said I wished to discuss the Light Signal Code with you, but in truth, I came here,” she paused, making sure to show a blush on her cheeks, looking down at the table, before looking up, “I came here because I have wanted to meet you for so very long, the smartest mare in Equestria,” she said, sweetly, smiling gently as she looked into Luna’s eyes, “I know what it is like to not feel appreciated, to not feel welcome at parties like the one last night.”

Luna blushed visibly, a surprised expression on her face, yet she did not recoil or resist the sudden show of affection. Out of the corner of Chrysalis’ eyes, the various pens, once furiously scribbling, fell to the floor. Chrysalis reached her other hand across the table, offering it to Luna. Luna paused, before reaching out her other hand and squeezing both of Chrysalis’ hands, as she looked into Primsy’s eyes.

“Long has it been since another has sought to court us, ah, to court me, rather,” Luna stammered, “It is a most welcome change of pace; our work has kept us isolated from this new world we, ahem, I have returned to.”

“You are beautiful, Luna,” Chrysalis said, with more sincerity than even she expected, “And yet your sister sees nothing wrong with you locked away doing the work that she should be doing.”

Tears formed in Luna’s eyes, but an affirmative squeeze came from her hands.

“Please, I told you and your sister I am willing to assist you in any way possible, and this, your Majesty, is how I will keep your star from burning out.”

“It has been long since We have had any time to ourselves,” Luna confessed, “longer still since We had a suitor We deemed suitable. Though,” she said dejectedly, “sister will not approve of taking in a suitor so new to our palace,” she said. A moment of silence ensued. Luna’s hands released Chrysalis’.

Time slowed for Chrysalis. Her heart sank. Worry, fear, even terror filled her mind. Her eyes widened, as a stern look grew upon Luna’s face. Though Chrysalis bore no weapons and knew she could not overpower the entire regiment of guards here, she looked to the window and contemplated what it must take to break it open and bail out. That, or perhaps she needed to recalculate her approach towards the neglected sister before her.

Yet, a moment later, and Luna’s horn flashed with magic, making the teacups and kettle disappear. A spell Chrysalis recognized as the Dome of Silence cast forth from Luna’s horn, engulfing most of the room. Then, just as suddenly as the magic, Luna stood from her chair, so fast that it fell backwards, slamming on the ground. A grimace appeared on her face as Luna walked to the side of the table, over to Primsy, and quite forcibly hoisted the disguised changeling to her feet, also knocking her chair to the floor. Before Chrysalis could do anything, Luna firmly pressed her lips to Primsy’s, and closed her eyes. Chrysalis’ eyes widened, but recognizing the opportunity, she seized it as she reached her hands to Luna’s cheeks, and held them as she kissed back, wasting no time in opening her mouth and pressing her tongue against Luna’s lips. Luna acquiesced to the request for entry almost immediately, and soon Chrysalis’ tongue slipped into Luna’s mouth, tasting her maw as Luna returned the gesture, slipping her own tongue back in, intertwining.

Abruptly, Chrysalis used her magic to lift Luna off her feet, making her gasp and pull away as Chrysalis put Luna into a bridal carry, and took her over to the bed.

“My, so forward,” Luna said.

“You have done enough of the work around here,” Chrysalis replied, “Allow me to do it all for now,” she said as she and Luna looked over to the bed, with stacks of parchments still resting atop it. With a flash of magic, Chrysalis scattered the documents around, and soon hundreds of parchments were scattered about the room, fluttering to the ground.

“I have wanted to do that for so long,” Luna whispered as Chrysalis lay her down on the bed, and gently reached to the hem of her shirt and lifted it up. Luna acquiesced by lifting her arms, and revealed her bare bosom, hanging perfectly without the need for a bra, so full of magic she was, as Chrysalis began gently suckling on one of them, and squeezing the other one firmly. Luna elicited pleasured noises and squirmed a little, as she kept her eyes fixed on Chrysalis’. “Ahh, oh my, it truly hath been a long time!”

Chrysalis suckled, slurping on that dark blue nipple, as her free left hand slid down from Luna’s other breast, down her smooth and flat belly, to the hem of her sweatpants. She stopped there, though, as she stayed staring, looking through Primsy’s eyes into Luna’s, teasing the hem of her pants while she continued aggressively suckling. Luna’s hand reached to her other breast, kneading it as another hand reached to the back of Primsy’s head, holding her there. Chrysalis grinned internally as she dared to slip her hand under Luna’s sweatpants, and feeling a silky pair of panties. With some restraint, Chrysalis slipped her hand down further along the outside of them, and cupped her hand around between Luna’s legs, and applied pressure upwards, towards her body. Luna’s legs squirmed a little, as pleasured sounds left those royal lips as her legs clutched together, holding Chrysalis’ hand in place.

Chrysalis kept eying Luna, as she continued giving her this treatment, this excitement. She could smell Luna’s love on the air, growing with both volume and intensity the more her pleasure rose. Finally, she took some more initiative, and used her finger to push Luna’s panties to the side, and press her middle finger into Luna’s royal folds. She had to gasp just as Luna did, accompanied by Luna’s thighs squeezing tighter around Chrysalis’ hand, as she felt its surprising snugness.

“Aww,” Chrysalis said sweetly as she let the nipple slip from her lips, “Have you truly been all work and no play?” she asked, “Have you longed for the touch of another mare?”

“Y-yes,” Luna replied, holding Chrysalis’ head with both her hands, “that unthinking, ungrateful hussy knows not the burden we shoulder for her.”

Emboldened, Chrysalis put her magic onto Luna’s sweatpants and pulled them down with the panties, as she left the Princess nude, a gesture that Luna declined to resist. Her finger still buried inside of Luna, Chrysalis pushed another in, making her gasp and squirm as she once again squeezes her legs around Chrysalis’ wrist. Chrysalis began thrusting her fingers deep inside of Luna, quickly and driving right into her, using her thumb to gently tease just around her nub, but never quite touching it. Luna made very notably un-princess-like sounds in response, even so far as drooling from her mouth, while reaching up to grip the bedpost of her four-post bed nearest to her with both hands.

“I have thought similarly,” Chrysalis said as Primsy. She found it in this moment exceedingly difficult to keep her voice as Primsy’s. “I could tell from the moment I met her that the rumors of her cake-eating is true, that she cares more for the fineries of being the Princess than the work required. I know not what she thinks but it clearly is not about running Equestria.”

“She knows not even how she has the money to afford all the cake she eats!” Luna exclaimed, “all she knows is how to ensure that most of it goes into her rear and her chest! While she should be running the land, she merely pleasures herself with her guards! We doth not envy the souls who ran Equestria for the thousand years we spent on the moon, but she has not changed a bit! I could just- Nngh! I could just, just, aaaahhh!” she cried out as her interior squeezed tight, and wetness spilled forth, all over Chrysalis’ hand and the bedsheets. Yet, Chrysalis did not let up, as she continued, thrusting now a third finger inside of Luna’s folds as she looked Luna in the eye, and licked her lips. Luna still squeezed her legs and acquiesced to the intrusion as her face continued contorting into pleasured expressions.

“Could just what?” Chrysalis asked, her voice pregnant with anticipation, “Tell me, princess, what could you just do to the sister that plays and indulges herself while you do nothing but work? What could you do to the sister that thinks nothing of your suffering, of your own wants and needs?”

“Haahh, nnghh! Put that whore in her place!” Luna cried out, “knock that crown from her empty brow and put someone competent on the throne! RRAAGH!” She shouted as another hard squirting of fluids came forth from her folds once more, as Chrysalis grinned.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Chrysalis growled lustily, still eager to coax more pleasure through her fingers. “And what if I told you,” she began, “that that was my plan all along?” she whispered just loud enough for Luna to hear, “to bring your sister to her knees? To see the crown belong to someone more capable?”

“We would begin tomorrow!” Luna moaned out as she came once more, squeezing tightly.

Chrysalis decided to take one more risk, and allowed her tongue to extend out, to its full, changeling length, all the way to beneath her chin, glowing green, as she sat more upright over Luna, leaning over her as she spread her legs apart, and moved her position, between Luna’s legs, still clothed as Primsy Proper, and still appearing as her save for the now freakishly long glowing tongue, and glowing green eyes. Her fingers slipped from Luna’s folds as she leaned forward, and retracted her tongue into her mouth. Luna, still awash in lust, gazed back at her.

“Thou art serious,” she managed to say as her eyes opened wider. “S-show thyself, infiltrator.”

Chrysalis took a moment, and obliged. A line of green flame rose from her feet all the way to her head, revealing a taller, bustier, black changeling, easily towering over the shorter princess by almost a foot. Her clothes now gone; Chrysalis’ body now stood bare before Luna. Chrysalis grinned lustily at Luna, her massive green glowing shaft now standing proudly between them.

“A changeling,” Luna gasped softly, “But how have my spies not known of your presence?”

“I have been Primsy Proper for a few years, now,” Chrysalis said, letting her natural voice out, “I seduced the real one and she taught me all about her life in exchange for a lifetime of pleasure only my hive can provide to her. She is more than happy to see a new age dawn on Equestria. Like you, she and I both agree that Equestria has stagnated for too long.”

“While… while I agree,” Luna said, gently fondling her own breasts, though looking nervous, “the ponies will not accept a changeling on the throne.”

“I would not expect them to,” Chrysalis said as green flames engulfed her body, to create the spitting image of Princess Celestia before her, save for glowing green eyes. Speaking still with Chrysalis’ voice, she continued, “I simply wish to make her my puppet.”

As Chrysalis changed back to her natural form, a grin slowly formed on Luna’s face.

“A fate befitting of her,” Luna replied, “I will help, but be aware, you must also bring the other two princesses under your sway to truly seize the kingdom.”

“I am aware,” Chrysalis said as she leaned forward, “but one thing at a time.”

Chrysalis adjusted her body, sliding that glowing green shaft down, until the tip pressed against Luna’s dripping wet folds.

“If I am to conquer Equestria, I will do it properly.”

With some force applied from Chrysalis’ body, her thick cocktip pierced Luna’s entrance, making her cry out as her walls stretched to accommodate the intruder, as Chrysalis sank deeper and deeper. Luna held onto Chrysalis’ shoulders to brace herself, as her legs wrapped tightly around Chrysalis’ waist, accepting her defeat, yielding to the conquest of the changeling queen.

“By my name,” Luna panted, “I accept your usurpation, just promise me I shan’t be worked like that again!”

“You have my word on the life of my hive,” Chrysalis agreed, her own breasts now pressing down onto Luna’s much more modest mounds, practically engulfing them as she pushed right past a light barrier within the princess. Luna grit her teeth tightly as two thousand years of maidenhood ended, and Chrysalis grinned as with one thrust, she hilted the rest of her shaft into her. Luna winced, huffing, moaning as pleasure shot through her body, her mouth agape, her tongue gently lolling out the front of her maw. “A virgin after all this time,” Chrysalis teased as she pulled back and thrust in, hilting herself again forcefully, eliciting a cry of fulfillment from the princess, “and your usurper is the one you give it to. So. Very. Willingly.” She growled gently, lustily, emphasizing the last three words with forceful thrusts that creaked the ornate bed. The thrusting increased in rhythm as Chrysalis gazed down at her first of many conquests, though she could hardly call this one such. Never in her years of machinations did she imagine that Luna would truly give over the throne of her sister like this, but such a gift of a development remained worthy of indulgence. “Was this truly what happened? A thousand years ago? You tried to usurp your boorish sister and were defeated?”

“Yes, aah, oh yes,” Luna panted, gripping tightly, “that slut used the Elements on me, and her idiot student used them again to de-power me! That purple harlot and her friends slept their way to Celestia’s good graces, and now she and her stupid friends get the honor of being the heroes of Equestria,” she panted as she looked up, expectantly.

“They will fall, my love,” Chrysalis growled, “While you will be my right hand, they shall be my slaves. I will break them all! They shall become a ruined mockery of what they represent!”

“Hah,” Luna laughed, “that would be a step up from how well they represent the Elements today!”

“Mmff, so I’d be doing Equestria a favor by subjugating them?” Chrysalis panted in between the thrusting that increasingly creaked and rocked the bed.

“Yes! Oh yes! I just-AAHh!” Luna cried out as her walls tightened around Chrysalis’ shaft, erupting with her own juices around that changeling shaft, as she gazed up at her conqueror, her lover. “Ahh, hah, yes, nothing but layabouts riding off Twilight’s prestige! They need, nnghh, the strong hand of guidance that my sister is too lazy to give!”

“Good, very good,” Chrysalis said, staring into Luna’s eyes as their bodies heaved and slid against each other, their now sweat-slickened skin sliding against each other far easier than before, as Chrysalis felt her climax approaching. “Such a naughty princess you are, helping me usurp your own sister.”

“Hah, ahh, you speak as if her reign was worth preserving!” Luna panted, “Equestria has been, nnngh, due for a change in, aaahh, leadership, mmf, for a thousand years!” she said, in between thrusts that struck deep inside Luna’s body, squeezing her legs wrapped around Chrysalis’ waist, crossing her ankles behind her, and her arms reaching underneath Chrysalis’ arms and latching onto the back of her shoulders.

“Then beg me for it,” Chrysalis growled, “beg me to end your reign.”

“Nngh, service to you is a vacation compared to this reign! Please, We beg you, break the royal line! Dethrone us! Aaaghh!” Luna cried as she came once more.

“Mm, very good, hah, mmmf, and no more of the royal ‘we’, you are royal no more! You. Are. Mine!” She declared, her voice echoing off the soundproofing shield. She felt her cock flare up within Luna and erupt her green glowing seed deep within, filling her virgin passage, and spilling back out to coat her entrance, drip down to her rear entrance, and wet Chrysalis’ churning sack.

Luna finally released her grip on Chrysalis, as her limbs fell to the bed, yet her eyes never left the gaze of her conqueror. A gentle smile formed, and she leaned up to press her lips to Chrysalis’ and they shared the moment, locking tongues, sharing breath, and most importantly, sharing affection. After some time, the kiss broke, a trail of light-green spittle connecting their lips as Chrysalis felt her cock softening within Luna, and begin retreating into its sheath.

“My Queen,” Luna whispered, “My love.”

Chrysalis’ hand caressed her cheek gently, savoring the moment as long as she could. A yawn from her maw finally ended it, as Chrysalis gave Luna a first-class view of that long green changeling tongue and her fangs for a moment before she went to cover her mouth quickly.

“Perhaps we should sleep,” Chrysalis suggested, “it is late and I believe you more than any other pony in this world deserves a good night’s sleep.”

Luna nodded, and Chrysalis rolled herself off of Luna’s body. Quickly, she stood up and used her magic to gather all the pieces of parchment into one large stack and with a bit of magic, sent them off in a flash of green magic.

“What are you doing?” Luna asked, “I may be deposed, but ponies will notice if those do not get returned.”

“Worry not,” Chrysalis replied as she stretched her arms over her head, “My hive will need intelligence on your kingdom, and there is bound to be much of it in those documents. But I will make sure to have them sent back so they can be passed out to the right departments. After all, if my hive and I are to run Equestria, we should know how the levers of power work.”

“Indeed you will,” Luna said as she rubbed her belly, seeing the green glow of Chrysalis’ cum and eggs glowing through her body. She chuckled. “I suppose I will bear your offspring, too.”

“I always seek to grow my hive,” Chrysalis replied as she looked for, and found the washroom, “Do not worry, I am told laying my eggs is far easier and less painful than your normal means of creating new life.”

“Ensnare a lot of mothers, do you?”

“Hah, only the ones whose young are grown and can take care of themselves; I’m not a monster.”

“That is reassuring,” Luna said with a smirk as she helped herself under the covers, leaving a small trail of Chrysalis’ glowing seed across the top of the blanket as she nestled herself in. “Goodness, I have not felt so ready to sleep in so long, I hope you do not mind if I slumber while you wash yourself.”

“Not at all, my lovely co-conspirator.”

Chrysalis turned the shower on, and basked in the luxuriously warm water, and the almost obscenely expensive soaps and washcloths, as she pampered herself. Every inch of her body she gave the utmost care she never allowed for herself since she left the hive, every inch of her glorious breasts, her heavy shaft and balls, her big and round rear, even all the way down to her toes received the royal treatment. Her mane and tail received some of the most luxurious washing she ever felt, even her scalp felt refreshed by the end of it, and as she rinsed it off, and stepped out, with every inch of her smooth black skin now dripping with water, she took a deep breath and took a towel, grinning.

“One down.”