A Long-Overdue Change of Leadership

Three months after Princess Luna’s seduction, “Primsy Proper” became a mainstay of life in Canterlot Castle. Never too far from Luna’s side as she pretended to do work while in reality taking a long-overdue sabbatical from her thankless task, Chrysalis used all she knew from the communication business that Luna and the real Primsy Proper taught her in order to make Canterlot Castle more responsive to the needs of all the distant lands and cities of Equestria.

“You see,” Chrysalis explained, disguised as Primsy, to Celestia while gesturing to a magical map of the country, “if we transport these specific gems to the leaders of each of these towns and cities, we can get real-time information on any crisis situations that may arise. They can use the gems to communicate with us and each other. The best part, though, without the same type of gem tuned to the same magical frequency that only I know, nobody can crack it. Nobody could ever hope to intercept our communications! Practically instantaneous and secure. What more could the Princess of Equestria ever ask for?”

Celestia stood next to Chrysalis, gazing at the display. Chrysalis looked over to her after a few seconds of silence, and saw nothing but a blank stare. Chrysalis cleared her throat, and Celestia blinked and adjusted her stance. “Yes, that sounds lovely,” she said, as she crossed her arms in front of her, “We should begin as soon as possible. I will be sure to tell my sister, too.”

“She is the one who helped me with this, your majesty,” Chrysalis corrected.

Celestia turned her head to “Primsy.” Her eyes narrowed just slightly, just enough to convey contempt. Celestia, dressed in a well-made black dress that covered everything save for much of her breasts, just barely enough to keep those honkers modest with how they bulged out, seemed upset that her cleavage and status failed to prevent Primsy from correcting her in front of one of her guards. Internally, Chrysalis grinned. Yet externally, “Primsy” looked back at her, blushing, and soon looked away bashfully.

“When my sister signs off on the plan,” Celestia said, finally, “I will put it into place. Now, guard, please escort Miss Proper out.”

“Yes, your Highness.”

Chrysalis turned swiftly and walked side-by-side with the guard, who lead her out of the conference room and into the hallway. Once the door closed behind them, the guard fell in behind Chrysalis, as she made her way to Luna’s chambers.

“Very good, my love,” she said, still looking forward as the guard walked briskly behind her, “I think she is just at that right level, don’t you think?”

“Yes, very much, my Queen,” the guard whispered, before a pair of other guards walked around a corner. They stayed silent as they passed each other in the hall, and Chrysalis acknowledged them with a nod of her head before arriving at Luna’s door, and the guards leaving earshot. Quickly, Chrysalis opened the door and let the guard in before shutting it behind her. Once she saw the light glimmer of magic around her from the Dome of Silence spell, she let out her normal voice, and chuckled.

“Ahh, she’s livid,” Chrysalis swooned, “She hates me but she knows she can’t get rid of me, not until the crystal network is in place.”

“You’ve done very well, my Queen,” the guard said, before a flash of green magic engulfed him, and revealed a male changeling standing proudly at his Queen’s side, before Chrysalis changed herself to her natural state. “I hear her at times grumbling about how insolent you are, how you are showing her up, how you do not respect her authority.”

“Hah, that harlot has a crown and nothing else,” Luna chimed in as she stood there, nude but for the towel around her waist and around her mane, “And yet she thinks she is worthy of respect. I wager she said she wanted me to sign off on it, first.”

“That she did,” Chrysalis said, walking to Luna’s now disused desk and sitting atop it, her plump rear smooshing against the stray parchments. “But she cannot get rid of me, not without the activation method and the frequency to which all those crystals must attune.”

“It is too good a method to pass up. The alicorns are presently the only ones who can communicate with Celestia on an instantaneous basis. Dim as the rest of them may be, they would be even bigger fools than I realized to pass up such a system of communication,” Luna said.

“I have watched her for long enough to know that any day she will have you brought up for a private conversation,” the changeling drone chimed in, “That, my Queen, is when you should strike. But she is powerful in magic in her own right, I should warn you.”

“Pffaah!” Luna exclaimed, “She knows just enough to raise and lower the sun, and she has neither seen nor practiced combat, magical or otherwise, in centuries. I imagine a press to her Arcana nerve would render her completely useless; She is as soft as the cake she eats.”

"The Arcana Nerve? I have never heard of that before."

"My spies learn it to disable unicorns temporarily," Luna explained, "There is a spot right at the base of a unicorn's horn that, when pressure is applied, will disrupt the flow of magic for a time. The longer pressure is applied, the longer it will last."

"Does Celestia not know about this?"

"I know not, but even I never imagined someone would ever be in a position to try it."

“Still,” Chrysalis said, “with so little going on in her head, she should be easy to break. She’s clearly had no challenge to her rule since she sat herself in that throne for the first time.”

“Save for mine, but she knew me well. She is scarcely aware of the existence of your people, my love.”

“Yes, my Queen, I have mentioned reading about our kind in books to some of the others in the guard, and most of them believe that we are the product of stories to scare little foals.”

“Good news, indeed,” Chrysalis said with a grin as she picked up the guard and stroked his bare chest gently, “she won’t suspect a thing.”

“If only I could see her face,” Luna said as she stretched and then curled up in bed once more, “but that honor truly belongs to you my love,” she said as she winked at Chrysalis before closing her eyes.

“Sleep well, dear Luna,” Chrysalis said as she adjusted the soundproofing spell to surround Luna only, as she quietly turned herself back into Primsy Proper. “How is Primsy doing, anyway?” Chrysalis asked her guard.

“She is still blissfully lost in the hive as ever,” he replied, “the leaders say that she’s nearly insatiable, and that she’s laid more clutches of eggs than most and is eager to lay many more for the hive. She very much loves her life as a hive fucktoy.”

“Good, good,” Chrysalis said as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Now we just wait for her to summon me. I imagine it will not be long now.”

Indeed, by the evening, a knock came to the door to Luna’s chambers. In Primsy’s perfect voice, Chrysalis called back out.

“Who is it?”

“Princess Celestia wishes to have a word with you,” a guard’s voice said, “right away, please.”

“Of course, I shall be right there.”

Chrysalis soon switched her form to that of the unicorn noble, and smiled at her guard, giving him a kiss on the lips before parting and leaving him with the sleeping Luna. “Go have fun with her if you desire,” she said, “When I return… I believe Equestria will be effectively ours,” she said softly before the changeling hid away and “Primsy” approached the door to open it. A cadre of two guards stood waiting for her and nodded, before leading her across the castle, to a wing she formerly had been forbidden to enter; Celestria’s private wing. Lavish sitting rooms, palatial baths and saunas, private dining rooms for visiting dignitaries, not to mention the royal bedroom where Celestia slept. The guards left “Primsy” at the entrance to one of the sitting rooms, knocking on the door before stepping back two paces, their ceremonial spears held perfectly upright and the bottoms of them resting on the floor.

Chrysalis heard footsteps clacking across tile towards the door, and her heart pounded. There Celestia was, standing in her regal glory, wearing a simple nightgown but emblazoned with gold and made of fine silks as the tall, imposing, and voluptuous mare stood before her and nodded to her guards, who left the two be.

“I poured some coffee for you,” Celestia began, gesturing towards a table just in front of a roaring fireplace, in between two plush couches, with a pair of dainty mugs and a fancy pot of coffee, still piping hot. Runes glowed, keeping the liquid heated. “I know you are fairly new to the way things work at my castle,” she began as she strode towards the fireplace, passing her opulent bed, “but I would have thought that it would go without saying that whatever I say goes, here. As it does in all of Equestria, naturally. But especially here,” she spoke tersely, “you shall show me respect!” she glowered as she looked at “Primsy” from over her shoulder. “Perhaps my sister has been rubbing off on you, and I know you court her, so let me be perfectly clear.”

Celestia turned around, her silhouette looking imposing in front of the fireplace. Her horn illuminated and her pink eyes glowed.

“Luna is where she is because she disobeyed me. Continue to disrespect me and you will find yourself hundreds of miles away from your precious lover sorting mail in the most forsaken one-horse town I know of. Trifle with me again, and I can have you sent to the dungeons with a word to the guards. Am I understood?”

A silence hung pregnant in the air as nothing but the crackling of the fire sounded in the grand bedroom. Celestia stared into “Primsy’s” eyes, but Primsy stared back, putting on her best look of feeling intimidated, yet not answering at first.

Chrysalis felt her heart pounding, as the excitement flowed through her, and seized the moment. The fire behind Celestia extinguished. The assorted candles throughout the room also went out. The menacing, imposing look of Celestia slowly melted, giving way to an increasingly distraught look. Only the runes on the coffee pot glowed lightly pink, barely enough to illuminate the room. With the curtains drawn, no light from Luna’s moon or stars could enter, as the room soon beamed with green magical energy from “Primsy’s” horn. Her eyes glowed green as she grinned, her glowing mouth now showing fangs. A deep, distorted chuckle filled the room, aided by magic to sound as if it came from all directions.

“Primsy, stop this at once!” Celestia commanded, though her voice quavered with concern as she used her magic to ignite the fire once more. Only for it to flash long enough for Celestia to behold a green-eyed, green-tongued Primsy licking her lips and long fangs as she slowly approached, and grew taller with each step. The fire immediately extinguished again as Chrysalis let her true form slowly take shape. Her body grew curvier, taller, and bustier than even the form of Celestia, forcing her to, for perhaps the first time since she was a filly, look up to behold someone’s face as Chrysalis’ body overtook the features of Primsy Proper entirely, showing her form, nude in its entirety, with two glowing green nipples and a faint glow between her legs out of a heavy black sheath. Celestia looked in horror at this hidden adversary revealing herself, and hesitated, not finding words nor actions to meet this wholly unexpected moment. The moment cost her dearly, as Chrysalis briskly reached over with her right hand and gripped the horn of the Princess of Equestria like one might grip a lever. Chrysalis firmly pressed her thumb against the base of the horn in one swift motion with the grab, pushing hard and blocking the flow of magic to the appendage; a trick she learned long ago in her own scouting of Equestria to disable unicorns’ magic for a time.

“What are you-? Who-? Unhand me!” Celestia bellowed, trying in vain to use her own bodily strength to wrest herself from the iron grip, “Guards! Guards!”

“They’re not coming, Princess. Nobody is. Least of all your own sister,” Chrysalis teased as she forced Celestia to look her in the face with a move of her horn, keeping that thumb pressed down on that special nerve cluster, “It is quite a security flaw to tie your door lock to a soundproofing spell, Princess; while it proves great for clandestine meetings, you can’t call for help, especially when your magic doesn’t work.”

“Damn you! Let me go!”

“Ah, looks like that never even crossed your mind, did it?” Chrysalis chuckled, as she looked right at Celestia’s eyes. Her eyes closed, as she wringed her head in a futile gesture to escape, before opening them and looking defiantly into Chrysalis’ eyes. Suddenly, Chrysalis’ eyes glowed brightly green, and her crooked horn illuminated a menacing green. “Such a fool you are,” she chided, “Do you even know about this weakness in unicorns? Or did you not think it worked on alicorns? If it were me, I would wear some kind of protective measure on it at all times. But it is no matter anymore,” she said softly as ethereal green chains extended from the base of Chrysalis horn, snaking all the way to the tip, before extending across to Celestia’s, as it wrapped around her pristine, smooth, white horn, passing through Chrysalis’ hand.

“No, please, stop!” Celestia pleaded, her voice melting from defiant to a whimper, “we can rule together if-“

“There is only room for one Queen,” Chrysalis sneered lustily, as the magic easily breezed past Celestia’s horn, where magical defenses might have lain had her magic worked, “You have ruled long enough.”

A final thrashing of Celestia’s body greeted the final sinking of Chrysalis’ domination magic into her mind, as with each blink, Celestia’s eyes turned greener and greener… until finally the struggle stopped. Celestia’s eyes glowed green, from the whites of her eyes to the irises, a green replaced the once brilliant pink of her famous eyes.

“You love me,” Chrysalis commanded as she continued gazing into Celestia’s eyes, “You can’t get enough of me. You worship me like the goddess you once pretended to be! And not only that, you submit to me.”

“Nngh,” Celestia whimpered as she looked up, a faint trace of defiance in her expression, only for Chrysalis to pour more magic into the spell, as the green glow deepened.

“Yes, yes you will, you harlot,” Chrysalis sneered, “Say it. Say what you’ll do for me.”

“I, I will serve you,” Celestia whispered.

“Heh, you will have to do better than that. Turn around.”

Celestia complied, turning around, for Chrysalis to reach to her nightgown with both hands, releasing Celestia’s horn, and tearing it apart, down the back, revealing that plump royal ass adorned with sunbursts on each cheek. She tore the clothes off and used her magic to levitate them towards the fireplace, where the expensive gown burned. Chrysalis reached down and squeezed those fat cheeks hard, her black hands contrasting with the almost sterile white of the Princess’ body. Celestia’s eating habits and no doubt a good deal of magic augmented them well, and Chrysalis gave them both a hard swat, the clapping of flesh against flesh ringing out as she watched those sunbursts jiggle, and a red handprint start to faintly show through Celestia’s coat. Celestia gasped and huffed in surprise, but did not resist as Chrysalis’ glowing green shaft grew from its sheath, her precum already leaking from the tip, coating her shaft in the slippery substance.

“My Queen,” Celestia huffed, “you’ve exposed my secret.”

“Oh? And what secret is that?” Chrysalis asked as she spanked her ass again.

“Look to my front.”

Chrysalis, cautious, grabbed Celestia’s horn once more, pushing this time her index finger on the magic nerve as she rested her head on Celestia’s shoulder. There, her eyes widened as she beheld a long, thick, pink equine shaft. Dripping with precum, it throbbed.

“Hah, so this is why you need a soundproofed room, then?”

“I memory-erase the ones I bed… only my sister knows about this.”

“Well,” Chrysalis said, leaning up to Celestia’s ear, “it is no matter, you are my property now… and nopony will save you as I take your cherry,” she whispered. Her hand left Celestia’s horn as she angled her glowing green shaft between Celestia’s prodigious posterior cheeks, pressing into the entrance. She gently teased the entrance. “Beg me,” she whispered, “beg me to deflower you like I deflowered your sister. Like I will deflower your precious Twilight Sparkle, her brother, and your niece. You will all live to serve me. Won’t that be just so much easier than ruling?”

“Please! Please break me, my Queen, and free me from my crown!”

“Oh I will,” Chrysalis growled as she gripped Celestia’s tail with her magic and her horn with her hand, and sank her well-lubed cock deep inside of that virgin passage. “Ooh, you’re tight! Well, you won’t be once I’m finished with you,” she sneered as she forced herself all the way in, to the whimpers and moans of Celestia, as her altered mind now received this treatment so warmly, as she felt the insides of Celestia clench upon her, and her moans only bore the hint of pain.

Such moans and cries for more filled the soundproofed room, as all her guards remained ignorant of the demise of their charge’s free will. Chrysalis kept her hand firmly on Celestia’s horn, as flesh slapped against flesh, and Celestia’s life as her puppet began. Chrysalis’ magic levitated the golden crown from Celestia’s brow, and she gazed upon it with a smirk.

“The crown of your nation, right here,” she mused idly as she continued pumping herself into Celestia’s tight rear, “It’s been on your head for too long, I imagine it craves a new owner, don’t you think? A new brow upon which to sit?”

“Yes! Nghh, you deserve my crown more than a useless harlot like me!”

“Couldn’t agree more, my slave,” Chrysalis said, as the crown levitated to her own brow, and rested there.

Celestia’s moans grew louder, and more lurid, as Chrysalis felt a pulsating within the ex-princess. Looking down, she saw white fluid splattering on the floor. A grin stretched upon her face.

“I knew you would fall so easily,” Chrysalis said with a smirk, “Who would have guessed that conquering Equestria would require making love instead of war? No wonder so many failed to conquer you despite your incompetence; they lacked the vision to see you as a worthless bimbo of a monarch that just needed a good rutting. Worry not, though, I have no intention to oppress your people or take the riches of your treasury for myself. My hive is quite the efficient force, after all, so I daresay your ponies will thank you for the many reforms I aim to bring. But we’ll both know who the real thanks should go to, but I doubt your subjects would take well to my presence on the throne. So, I’ll just pretend to be you, instead.”

Celestia could only babble lustful sounds in reply as Chrysalis claimed her prize, thrusting hard into that once-virgin rear, listening to the symphony of moans, slapping of flesh against flesh, and the wet sounds of sexual intercourse, until Chrysalis finally came, spilling her green seed into Celestia’s rear. Unlike Luna’s filling, Celestia’s being in her rear had other effects. The green semen spilled out at a torrential rate, faster than Celestia’s body could h ope to absorb it. Before too long, Celestia’s belly swelled a little, and after a brief coughing fit, a splattering of it came up out of her mouth, gently dripping onto the floor like that which spilled from her rear. Smiling, Chrysalis kept herself inside as her orgasm soon subsided, and licked her lips while she waited for it to slip back out on its own.

“Whom do you serve, slut?”

“I serve you, my Queen!”

“Whom does Equestria belong to, now?”

“It belongs to you, my Queen!”

“And whom will you tell about our new arrangement?”

“Nopony!”

“Very good. Still, I will limit your time outside, I think a cage would be fitting for you. A comfortable cage, mind you, but a cage nonetheless, so nopony sees two Celestias out and about. But until then, you stay in this room, understand?”

“Of course, my Queen.”

Her shaft slipped from Celestia’s rear with a wet “Plop” sound, as green jizz dripped from her.

“Clean up that mess with your tongue, slut. And when you’re done, take a shower. Wait for my return,” Chrysalis commanded, as her horn illuminated once more, and slowly green embers consumed Chrysalis’ body, before dissipating to reveal the perfect spitting image of Celestia standing in her place, though speaking with Chrysalis’ voice, “I have work to do.”