Chapters 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.”
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.”
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.”
A Long-Overdue Change of Leadership
Chrysalis awoke, stretching her arms as she sat up from the bed of what used to be Princess Celestia's private chambers. Not that anyone might notice it, of course; Chrysalis bore the spitting image of her predecessor, just in case she needed to be awoken for some crisis or another. The few who knew her secret remained entirely under her control; and one even visited her this morning.
"Good morning, 'sister'," Luna said, smirking as she closed the door behind her, as Chrysalis waited for Luna to lock the door behind her before she flashed her disguise away. "I hope you had a good evening."
"Quite good," Chrysalis agreed, gesturing for Luna to approach her. Chrysalis sat on the edge of her bed, her gorgeous dark body giving a diffused shine in the light as Luna sat beside her, and shared a kiss. Chrysalis slipped her forked tongue into Luna's mouth, holding Luna's cheek with her hand, as Luna affectionately kissed her changeling lover in return. Once the kiss broke, Luna smiled at her, and gave Chrysalis a kiss on the nose.
"How is my dear sister doing in her new position?"
"As well as she could ever hope to be," Chrysalis said as she reached up and snapped her fingers, her magic flashing from her horn as, in the corner of the room, a chest of drawers with a "Do Not Touch" sign hanging from its front, shimmered away to reveal a very large cage, just the size for a tall and busty alicorn like Celestia to stand on her hands and knees, as well as plenty of cushions and pillows for her to curl up and sleep. Celestia's eyes opened, showing their now-permanent green glowing irises, replacing the magenta she once used to gaze upon everything around her. Her face lit up, in an expression reminiscent of a loyal dog eager for attention from its master.
"Good morning, Mistress!" she said excitedly, "Oh, and hello sister!"
"Hello, slut," Luna teased, "How do you like your new role?"
"It's wonderful," Celestia replied, "running the country was such a chore, but as Mistress' pet, everything is so easy! Life has never been better, and it's all thanks to Mistress Chrysalis!"
"And your Mistress thanks you for being such a good pet these last few months," Chrysalis chimed in, as she spread her legs, allowing her green cock to grow out from her sheath. A flash of magic, and Celestia's cage lock clicked, allowing the door to swing open. Celestia crawled out of it and dutifully crawled on her hands and knees across the floor. Chrysalis gazed in awe at the sexy sight of someone who once thought of herself as so high and mighty, so above everyone else, now eagerly crawling on her hands and knees to kneel before Chrysalis, and dutifully begin licking her balls.
Chrysalis looked to Luna and saw her doing much the same, spreading her legs to show her smaller, but still very impressive dark blue, almost black member to her sister. A product of the genital-swap potions Luna became fond of using when her sister was involved. Chrysalis grabbed Celestia by the horn, feeling and seeing the chitin-black magic nullification ring still fixed firmly to the bony appendage, and mashed Celestia's face unceremoniously into her crotch, forcing her nose in the space where the changeling queen's smooth sack met her shaft. She felt Celestia inhaling deeply as she manhandled the now impotent monarch for her pleasure.
"Such a good whore," Chrysalis moaned, "Fuck that's good. Use that tongue, just like that," she said, looking over to Luna, who stroked her own cock. "I see you've taken that potion again; Would you like to have fun with her, too?"
"Absolutely, my Queen," Luna replied, grinning as she got down off the bed, and knelt behind her sister, giving Celestia a firm spank to her rear. Chrysalis watched that fat thing jiggle from the force of it, and a light hand print start to form over one of the suns emblazoned on each cheek, "she's become such a whore, just like she deserves!"
"That she does, my Princess," Chrysalis agreed as she felt Celestia's muffled words of agreement through her sack, "Perhaps we should remind her just how much of a useless whore she was on the throne?" she suggested as she pulled harder on Celestia's horn, mashing her face into her balls more firmly.
"Oh of course," Luna said as she swatted the other ass cheek, making it jiggle as well, "How about in just three months, we improved Equestria's long-distance communication drastically, something that you couldn't get done in fifty years ?" she taunted, accentuating those last two words with a spank to one cheek, then the other.
"Oooh, you know what else she couldn't get done?" Chrysalis added, as she pulled Celestia's head away from her crotch, looking the defeated monarch in her green-glazed eyes, "She couldn't create a counter-intelligence program that's worth a damn," she chuckled, as she slapped her new slave across the cheek, "Don't worry though, it's much better, now, but staffed entirely by changelings!" she concluded with a chuckle.
Chrysalis forced Celestia's face onto her cock, forcing it deep into her throat. The long-broken princess took it with ease, as Chrysalis felt that throat massaging every inch of her cock as it stayed there, her hand still on Celestia's horn and gripping it hard. She looked at Luna, who took Chrysalis' cue and shoved her cock into Celestia's rear, letting out a lavish moan of pleasure at her sister's accommodating rear.
"By the stars!" Luna exclaimed, "She's so loose ! Have you really ruined her so much in three months?"
"She's laid a clutch of eggs in that time, too," Chrysalis lavished, using Celestia's head and throat like a toy, "It is only natural for a pony's body to become more accustomed to such penetrations."
Luna, meanwhile, continued pounding her sister's rear with reckless abandon, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands gripping hard on her sister's plush rear, squishing that soft flesh in between her fingers as she grit her teeth, baring them as the sounds of clapping of flesh against flesh filled the room.
"You whore," Luna grunted as Chrysalis watched, bobbing Celestia's head thoughtlessly on her cock as she watched Luna grow so passionate about railing her sister. "You useless harlot ! NNGHHH!" she cried out, as she slammed herself fully inside of her sister's rear, holding herself still. Chrysalis watched with a grin, practically feeling herself what happened with Luna, as she soon after followed suit. Her own cock erupted in seed down Celestia's throat, right into her belly. She remained more composed than Luna as she came, though the pleasure still flushed through her body as her orgasm came and went, both her hands gripping on Celestia's horn firmly as Celestia swallowed every drop.
Soon, Chrysalis pulled Celestia off of her shaft, letting her now flaccid, green member flop down between her legs as Celestia coughed and gasped for breath. Chrysalis let go of Celestia's horn and watched Luna finally let go of her sister's rear. Chrysalis heard the wet sound of a cock slipping out of Celestia's rear, and smiled as she patted Celestia's head affectionately.
"Good girl," Chrysalis said, as Celestia finished coughing, and looked up at her Mistress with a loving smile.
Luna spanked her sister once more, contorting Celestia's smiling face into one of lust, as she looked back, blushing at the sight of her sister back there.
"Now clean yourself up, slut," Chrysalis said, gesturing to the bathroom, "Luna and I will leave soon, so make sure the door is locked when we leave. Do you remember our rule about visitors?"
"When you're not here, Celestia isn't here, either!" she replied rather upbeat, staring lovingly at Chrysalis with her green, heart-shaped irises, before she crawled on her hands and knees towards the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. The sounds of the water running indicated that Celestia did as instructed, and with a snap of her fingers, Chrysalis instantly cleaned herself off, followed by Luna, while her magic-induced male genitalia disappeared as Luna magically dispelled the effects of the potion.
"Should we check in on Equestria?" Chrysalis suggested, "It has been too long since we have toured this country, to see how well it is doing under our new rule."
"I believe it should be," Luna agreed, "and perhaps we can begin dealing with one lingering issue while we are in Ponyville."
"What lingering issue?" Chrysalis asked, standing up and fetching some clothes with magic, but looking at Luna quizzically.
"The Elements of Harmony," Luna explained, "Celestia's protege and her five airhead friends hold the only key to freeing Celestia. With the power of the Elements that they control, that magic suppression ring and that mind-control spell you have on her will break in an instant!"
Chrysalis paused, her face showing concern, but not despair.
"I hope you have a plan for it," Chrysalis replied, "They may not realize all the good they will undo if they were to act on such an idea."
"Thankfully for us, that would require those harlots to have the wherewithal to know that you are not actually Celestia in the first place," Luna said, "but it would be best for us to ensure that such a possibility never comes to pass."
"Indeed. Shall I prepare for bringing those six into a similar position to Her Royal Highness in there?" Chrysalis wondered, gesturing to the in-use bathroom.
"It would work most expediently," Luna agreed, "Their leader, Twilight Sparkle, I suspect has had a crush on Celestia for a long time, so seduction may be your best option."
A grin grew on Chrysalis' face as she dressed herself in Celestia's clothes, and flashed her green magic to turn herself into the exact image of the subjugated princess.
"Then let us set an impromptu royal trip to Ponyville!" Chrysalis said in Celestia's voice, as she caressed Luna's cheek.
Luna leaned in, raising herself up onto her toes to kiss Chrysalis on the lips.
"May your reign be unending, my Queen."
The pair waited for the real Celestia to finish her shower, and once she exited the room, this time on two legs, she went to the bed and sat on it in a position reminiscent of a dog. Luna and Chrysalis both pet her on the head, gazing into those heart-shaped green irises, confident that even in their absence, Celestia could not betray them.
"Make yourself comfortable," Chrysalis commanded her, "after you ensure the door is locked behind us, of course."
Celestia nodded eagerly, as she waited at the bed, while Chrysalis and Luna exited the room in their standard daily wear; upscale, but not so much so that it could be damaged by dirt and grime from going out and about Equestria.
Chrysalis locked the door behind her, and nodded at the guard just outside the door, as she waited for the sound of Celestia on the inside fiddling with the lock to ensure it stayed that way, before she patted the guard on the shoulder. The guard, whom she knew to be a disguised changeling, smiled back to her, flashing his green eyes briefly and lovingly towards his mother before he returned to attention.
Luna cast a small spell, allowing them to speak telepathically, so as to not arouse notice from the content of their conversation.
"How do you know which ones are yours?" she asked.
"All changelings can recognize their own, disguise or no," Chrysalis explained, as she lead the way through the castle, now a far more bustling epicenter of Equestria than it ever was under the real Celestia, "It is difficult to explain to one who does not share our senses, but they all emit an aura about them, one that we simply sense, if you will. It ensures none of us attempt to feed on each other, as it is quite an unpleasant sensation for both parties involved."
As the two walked, guards, secretaries, administrators, bureaucrats, many of them disguised changelings, hustled to and fro with boxes in their hands and arms.
"This whole profession of couriers throughout the castle alone is far more efficient than even the magic we used previously," Luna noted, telepathically.
"It is borne of how it works in my hive," Chrysalis explained, "messengers are always on the move, communicating with one sector's captain to another. In my hive, anyone can be a courier, but making it a profession here allows them to know the castle layout so well that even those who cannot cast spells, such as earth ponies and pegasai, can efficiently send and receive packages."
"An intra-castle parcel service," Luna noted, "But simple messages remain confined to magic."
"Indeed," Chrysalis agreed, "That crystal Celestia used to overlook and did nothing with shall serve as the model for how a communication network across all Equestria will operate, and since my drones are finishing a second one, perhaps we can have Ponyville be the first expansion of the network to outside of Canterlot?"
"As good a reason as any to visit that place," Luna agreed, "And a good way to get that purple ditz to have some private time with you."
"Of course, but also, this communication network will be for the good of all of Equestria, not that any of the airheads in charge ever saw it. I never believed I might be saying this, but I look forward to Equestria's prosperity, even if it needs a little culling of their leadership to get there."
"A culling, I like that," Luna said, smirking, "then let us get to Ponyville, my love, and ensure your rule continues."
The two exited the castle, where a small but elegant dirigible airship waited for them. Boarding to the salutes of various guards and ground crew, half of whom were disguised changelings, the pair descended into the royal cabin to get comfortable as the ship made a quick departure. Hardly a ceremony here, but Chrysalis expected a royal reception when she arrived. As the ship departed from the castle's private airship dock, Chrysalis sent a magical message to her drones to get the first of the communication crystals sent to Ponyville immediately, and she and Luna sat down on a couch, facing a forward-looking window, watching their progress towards the sleepy town of Ponyville.
. . .
After an hour of flight, the airship closed in on the small dock Ponyville had to offer. Easily within sight of the gaudy castle in which Twilight Sparkle lived, and the stately Mayoral Plaza at the center of town, Chrysalis gave Luna a hug as they descended down, watching the earth pony dock workers signaling the airship in for a safe landing.
"You know what else we can do here?" Chrysalis noted as she observed the surprisingly slow train pull into a nearby station, "improve the rail network. How long has that train system been in place?"
"About a hundred years," Luna said, "it was the pride of Celestia's reign back then, but I doubt she had a true hand in any of it."
"And in a hundred years, is this still the best our capabilities can offer?"
"Unlikely."
Chrysalis thought a moment as they felt the slight jostle of an expert landing onto the platform. A flash of green from her horn later, and she stood and squeezed Luna's hand.
"Let that be our next project after we upgrade the communication network."
"Agreed, and it would be very useful for the rail network with that already in place."
"Truly?"
"Yes, a fast and widespread communication network can manage a large number of trains, which should make getting around Equestria far more efficient than our current method of airships and slower trains."
"Then let us make the communication our priority, starting with the existing train stations. We will need a list of the biggest train hubs in Equestria by the time we get back."
"Once the crystal in Ponyville is installed, I'll send such a message to the engineers while you work your way into Twilight's trust," Luna said, giving Chrysalis a teasing squeeze on her rump.
Chrysalis chuckled and gave Luna a firm spank to the rear right before the door opened to the outside, leaving Luna blushing and holding in her reaction as various dock workers bowed to the two princesses. Chrysalis, disguised still as Celestia, waved to them all and gently stepped out onto the platform. The workers looked up expectantly at "Celestia" as if they expected something, but Chrysalis showed no indication of any expectations as she and Luna proceeded off the platform, followed by a small retinue of disguised-changeling guards.
"Why are they staring at us?" Chrysalis asked.
"My sister normally has a whole song and dance when she goes anywhere," Luna explained, telepathically, "I swear she got off to seeing ponies grovel before her in all the pomp and circumstance she would have. They're expecting you to command them to do something."
"Should I?"
"I am not asking you to be as ostentatious as my sister, but it might be best to not arouse suspicion."
Chrysalis cleared her throat and looked at the dock workers.
"Please fetch Princess Twilight and the Mayor," she declared.
The workers nodded and rushed off into town, as Chrysalis looked to the sky and saw a transport dirigible descending into the center of town, near the pavilion. It already drew quite a crowd, and Luna soon gestured to Chrysalis to approach.
A gingerly stroll later, and the workers from the transport dirigible, all disguised changelings, unloaded the large crystal, and Chrysalis ensured that it was placed properly inside the pavilion, with support structures and a connection to the latent magic in the air of Equestria, allowing it to power on just in time for Twilight Sparkle and the Mayor of Ponyville to arrive.
"Your Majesty, you grace us with your presence!" said the mayor, who gazed upon this incredible device as the workers finished installing it in the center. The crystal towered over ponies at ten feet, as it hummed and glowed with blue magic. It was smaller than the one in Canterlot, but Chrysalis' workers informed her that it possessed sufficient power for a town of Ponyville's size.
Chrysalis turned to face the Mayor, who beamed with excitement, and saw Twilight, dressed in a formal dress, but bearing an expression of awe but a lack of understanding. Chrysalis internally wondered if Twilight even read the missives her superior sent to the leaders around Equestria. Still, Chrysalis smiled warmly and nodded at the mayor.
"With your town's proximity to Canterlot, I determined that Ponyville would be the optimal place for the first step in expanding the new Equestria-wide crystal communication network," she explained, looking from the Mayor, to Twilight, to the others around them, "and I promise you that one day very soon, instantaneous communication from anywhere in Equestria, to anywhere in Equestria, will become a reality!" she declared.
"What about the post office?" cried out another pony, a stallion in the back row, flanked by a grey pegasus who bore an equally concerned, if wall-eyed expression, "Are we gonna lose our jobs?"
"But of course, do not worry about the Equestrian Postal Service, for this network can only send simple messages. Hand-written letters, postcards, and parcels, shall not be supplanted by this network," Chrysalis explained in the calm, and judging by the reactions of the ponies around her, more calm and serene than previous assertions by the princess, "only those with the most urgent matters should use this network. Currently, only the Mayor, Princess Twilight, and those designated by their authority, can use this network from here, but soon every pony will be able to enjoy the magic of instantaneous communication from here in Ponyville, to as far away as Somnambula!"
Applause sounded, as Chrysalis looked to Twilight once more, and gave her a little wink. Twilight caught it, and a grin formed on her face, and winked back. Internally, as Chrysalis raised her arms to accept the applause, she wondered what things Celestia and Twilight got up to before Celestia's secret dethroning. She felt quite eager to find out what a layabout princess got up to with an airhead mare like Twilight.
As the applause died down, she looked over to Luna.
"I could not have done any of this without the help of the greatest expert in signals, codes, and magical algorithms in all the land, my lovely sister, Princess Luna, and of course, the many engineers who worked tirelessly these past few months to get all of this done," she said, gesturing to Luna, to another round of applause, who took a bow, and gestured to the many disguised changeling workers around her, who also took a bow.
Soon the applause died down, and ponies dispersed as Chrysalis and Luna approached the Mayor and Twilight. The Mayor immediately shook both their hands, and Twilight bowed to the two princesses in turn.
"Thank you very much, it's such a surprise to see you here!" the Mayor said, "I could have prepared your usual ceremony and parade if-"
"Worry not," Chrysalis said, cutting off the Mayor, "I believe we have more important things to dedicate our resources towards than pomp and circumstance for such a brief visit," she assured her, "I shall be gone tomorrow, but do let my secretary know when an official state visit can happen, and we can put out all the bells and whistles. Oh, here, let me attune you two to the crystal," she said, leading them up towards the giant crystal. She placed her hand upon the large blue crystal, and gestured for the Mayor and Twilight to do the same.
Once they did, a small spark emanated from their hands, and Chrysalis smiled.
"There, now you can attune yourself to the crystal and speak a message that you wish to be sent to anyone in Canterlot. It will appear as a magically-written paper in its appropriate room, so as to not overwhelm the receiver at inopportune times."
The two nodded, as Chrysalis turned her attention to Twilight.
"Mayor, you may go, I have a private matter to attend to with the Princess," she said as she looked to Luna, "Would you like to come along, sister?"
"Oh it is quite all right," Luna replied, "I shall see to the refueling for our return home." Then, telepathically, Luna added, "Take your time."
Chrysalis nodded and looked to Twilight, who looked back at her, giving a sort of anticipatory look of coyness. A wink from "Celestia" put a knowing look upon Twilight's face.
"How about you come to my place?" Twilight suggested.
"I would love to, my faithful student."