Shining Armor’s hooves echoed against the cold stone of the dungeon corridor, each step heavier than the last. The flickering candlelight played tricks on his mind, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. The air smelled damp, metallic, and oppressive—everything about this place made his skin crawl. He had avoided coming here for days, despite knowing she was down here, waiting, plotting, feeding off the memories she’d left behind.
Cadance had begged him not to come. “It’s over,” she’d said, her voice trembling. “She’s locked away where she belongs. Don’t let it get to you any more.”
But it wasn’t over. Not for him. Not when his own mind had betrayed him, filling his quietest moments with flashes of green fire and stolen touches. He needed to see Chrysalis again.
The guards at the heavy metal door straightened as he approached, their expressions tense. Shining nodded curtly, his voice tight. “You’re dismissed.”
“Sir, our orders—”
“Have changed,” Shining interrupted, his tone sharper than intended. “I need to speak with her. Alone.”
The guards hesitated, exchanging a wary glance, but his authority left no room for argument. They saluted and marched down the corridor, their footsteps echoing into silence. Shining opened the cell door.
He saw the faint green glow of her eyes emanating from the far corner. Chrysalis sat there, her long, jagged horn dim and cracked, her once-glossy carapace now dulled. She looked fragile, diminished—but her piercing green eyes gleamed with amusement as they met his.
“Ah, my dear prince,” she purred, her voice weak but still as sharp as ever. “Come to visit your captive queen?”
Her words sent a jolt through him, equal parts anger and unease. She looked pathetic, chained and drained, yet her presence still filled the room. Shining’s jaw tightened as he stepped closer, his horn producing a glow to brighten the space.
“You’re no queen,” he spat. “You’re nothing but a parasite. And I’m here to make sure you stay locked away.”
Chrysalis laughed weakly, a dry, rasping sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Oh, Shining,” she said, shaking her head. “Still so noble. Still so righteous. Tell me, does it help you sleep at night? Pretending you didn’t enjoy it?”
His stomach twisted, her words cutting deeper than they should have. “You controlled me,” he snapped. “You twisted my mind. Whatever I felt, it wasn’t real.”
Chrysalis’s smile widened, her fangs glinting in the dim light. “And yet,” she said softly, her voice dripping with mockery, “you keep thinking about it. Don’t you?”
He hated to admit it, but even though Chrysalis had twisted his mind and violated his body, his thoughts still drifted to her—or rather, the version of her that had worn his wife’s face. It haunted him, especially in the quiet moments with Cadance after the wedding. The warmth of her embrace should have been enough to soothe him, but instead, it only reminded him of the parasite in front of him. Her touch had felt so good while he was under her control. Living that perfect dream had corrupted his view of his Cadance. He heard the voice again, as he did over and over since the wedding.
‘You loved it.’
Of course, Chrysalis would have been more experienced. That was her weapon, wasn’t it? She was the perfect manipulator of lust and emotion. It wasn’t cheating to think about another version of your own wife, was it? Shining had told himself that over and over, even as memories of green eyes crept into his thoughts. He’d closed his eyes during those nights after the wedding when He and Cadance fucked, trying to focus on her soft pink gaze in front of him —but all he could think of was the facade.
And he wanted it. He wanted her. Not Cadance, but this twisted, corrupted but completely beautiful reflection.
‘Take what you want.’
Shining pushed her against the cell wall in frustration at his thoughts. They kept drifting away from him recently. Chrysalis’s lips curled into a knowing grin. She could feel the shift in him, the spark of longing he was trying so hard to suppress. The energy from his emotions entered into her. Her magic flared faintly.
“Ooh, you’re so rough, Shining~” she purred, her voice dripping with a sultry tone that sent a shiver down his spine. It was Cadance’s voice, only wrong. It held an edge, a hunger he had never heard from his wife. A voice of pure wantan lust that sounded exactly like hers.
‘She's your wife. There is nothing wrong with this.’
Before Shining’s eyes, her skin glowed, morphing a familiar pink of Cadance’s coat. Her sharp features blurred into Cadance’s familiar, delicate face, and her jagged horn faded into smooth perfection. Her eyes lingered just a moment too long in that predatory green before shifting to the soft violet he knew so well. The face of his wife, only more perfect, as if It was the version he saw in his dreams. She smiled at him, her lips curving radiantly just how Cadance’s did.
His heart pounded in his chest, a storm of emotions warring within him. Logic screamed at him, warning of the trap, the manipulation, but his body betrayed him. Lust surged through him as her eyes gleamed at him. The eyes of his wife. He knew this was why he had come. He could lie to himself, deep down he knew the truth. His wife couldn’t sate the need that Chrysalis had awakened in him.
His breath caught as she leaned closer, her soft hands brushing against his face. “Don’t worry, my love,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing, though the mockery beneath it was unmistakable. “I’m your wife, after all.”
‘She is made for you’
Shining’s mind reeled, his last thread of resistance fraying as her thumb grazed his jaw. He stared at her lips, her face, her eyes—so perfect, so familiar. It was Cadance. It had to be. He wasn’t being unfaithful.
Cadance pushed against him, her crotch against his. Shining could feel the warmth radiating from her, smell the faint scent of roses that had always clung to Cadance’s mane. It was perfect, too perfect—and that perfection was what made it unbearable. How could anything compare to this?
"You tell yourself you love her, and I’m sure you do, but when you close your eyes…” She leaned in, her breath brushing his ear. “Who do you see?”
Shining’s heart thundered in his chest as he felt her pussy grind against him, his resolve crumbling with every word. He hated her for what she was saying, hated her even more for being right. The memories he’d fought so hard to bury surfaced again—the soft laughter, the stolen kisses, the way her body had fit against his in ways Cadance’s never had, as if she had changed herself to fit him perfectly. He clenched his jaw, his hands trembling as he fought to keep control.
"You love her, I know you do. I felt it. You loved me" she purred, her voice soft and coaxing. "Love and passion aren’t always the same, are they? She can’t give you this, can she? Not the way I can. Not the way you need.”
His hands reached for her almost unconsciously, gripping her shoulders as if to push her away, but the warmth of her under his palms froze him in place. Cadance leaned into his touch, her body pressed against his. “That’s it,” she whispered, her voice trembling with feigned vulnerability and dripping with lust. "You know I’m better.”
‘Everything she says is right’
Her horn glowed faintly, the subtle green magic rippling across her form. Her mane shimmered, her eyes glowing softly as they locked onto his. “I’m everything you’ve ever wanted,” she moaned in his ear.
Shining’s breath came in short gasps, his hands sliding down her arms, his resolve slipping further with every second. She arched against him, her body fitting perfectly against his, her voice a soft plea, almost moaning, that sent shivers through him. “Don’t fight it, my prince,” she whispered, her lips brushing his. “I'm all yours”
His hands went lower and tightened on her hips. He could feel her trembling against him, her warmth seeping into his skin, her every movement driving him closer to the edge of reason. She tilted her head, her lips hovering over his, her voice barely audible.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
Shining leaned in, his lips pressing against hers. She moaned in response, soft and feral sound he rarely heard from Cadance. It was intoxicating. He held her roughly against the cell wall, his movements filled with the pent-up frustration and need he had been carrying for weeks. Cadance—or what he told himself was Cadance—bit his lower lip, her eyes blazing green as she grinned up at him.
“Baby, I missed you so much~ Your wife needs you to take her,” she purred, her voice dripping with uncharacteristic lust. Her hands slid down her body, her fingers brushing over her dripping folds, teasing herself. “And I need you to take all of that off.”
‘I should take of my armour .’
The words made Shining’s head spin. He shed his armor, the weight clattering loudly to the ground. His underclothes followed, and he stood before her, bare and vulnerable and rock hard. She drank in the sight of him, her grin widening as she beckoned him closer.
“Yes, baby. Come here. Get on top of me~” she moaned, her voice carrying a sharp edge that made his heart race as she lowered herself to the ground. She let out a throaty laugh, one that sounded almost sinister—but Shining found himself loving it. After all, the sound of his wife's laughter should be the best sound he could ever hear. He grabbed her roughly, his hands gripping her thighs as he pushed her down onto the stone floor.
“You’re so strong,” she whispered, her hands sliding over his chest before wrapping around his neck. “You’ve always been strong. And now, you’re mine.”
‘Take her. Breed her. Breed your wife.’
Shining shuddered as she guided him to her entrance, her slick folds parting easily for him. Her warmth enveloped him, tight and inviting. Her walls almost felt like the shifted to accommodate his large cock. “Yes, Shining,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “That’s it. Take me. Breed me. Show me how much you love me.”
Her words echoed in his mind, her voice a mix of moans and laughter as her nails dug into his back. “Your wife needs this,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “I need you. Only you.”
Shining thrust into her, his movements rough and desperate, each one drawing cries of pleasure from her lips. She moaned beneath him, her body writhing as she clung to him. “Yes,” she moaned, her tone rising with each movement. “You’re perfect, my love. My prince. My king.”
‘Breed your Queen’
The words weren’t just whispers—they were truths, woven into the fabric of his mind. She was his queen. She was his Cadance. She was everything.
Her hands slid down his back, her claws scraping lightly against his back. “You know this is where you belong,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “With me. Only me. You were made for this, Shining. Made for me.”
‘Breed your Queen’
Words wrapped around his mind, her glowing green eyes filling his vision. He couldn’t think—couldn’t focus on anything but the way Cadance felt around him, the way her voice made his heart race. She was made for him, and he felt it. Their bodies just fit together perfectly. Nothing could compare to this. She was so tight but not restrictive.
‘Breed your Queen’
He was rough, rougher than he would usually fuck Cadance. He knew he had to be rougher if he was to really pleasure his Queen. Nothing shows you love your wife more than impregnating her, giving all of your love to them.
“Breed me,” she gasped, her voice breaking with desperation. “Fill me. Make me yours.”
Shining groaned, his body moving faster as he lost himself completely. Her cries grew louder, her moans turning to sharp gasps as she clenched around him, pulling him deeper as he kept thrusting. “Yes,” she cried, her head tilting back as she shuddered beneath him. “Yes, my love. Give it all to me.”
‘Don't stop. Your Queen needs this’
“Y-yes my Queen.” He gasped. He had to keep going. He had to finish in her now, to give all his love to his queen. Her skin darkened, smooth and sleek against his, radiating a warmth that sent shivers down his spine. She kissed him and he could feel her sharp teeth. She looked different now, but he couldn't stop. She was all that mattered. Her moans were getting louder and sharper.
“Good~, I am so… close now..” She was struggling to talk, that meant he was doing a good job right? “Finish in me, do what a good husband would do and fill me up”. He would do what his queen demanded.
‘Breed your Queen’
Shining's mind was filled with pure lust from the repeating words of his queen, and he loved it. All that mattered was that he keep fucking her. Building and building in pressure, he was going to cum in his queen.
He let out a loud moan, almost turning into a shout. His queen squirmed under him as she buried her mouth into his chest, biting down with her bared fangs. His arms bucked in pleasure while he pumped his load into her. With every shot, Shining let out a small moan and twitch. Chrysalis was moaning too, breathing in that sweet way he had become addicted to. She gave her lover another kiss on the lips, this time her long tongue wrapped around his. He loved it.
Shining slumped against her, his breath ragged as she ran her hands through his mane. Her voice was soft, almost affectionate, as she whispered, “Go back to her now. Pretend this never happened. But remember—every time you fuck her, it’s me you’ll think of. And when you can’t resist anymore… you’ll come back.
Shining looked up at Chrysalis, her green eyes and fangs looked beautiful. He nodded. He really did love his Queen.
Author's Note
Part Two - Ongoing (More of the same)
