Queen Chrysalis of Equestria (Now With Added Luna)

A Touch of Luna

Things had been operating with utmost efficiency for the past few days. With Celestia out of the picture and Equestria now 'officially' under my control, the Hive operated like the machine I intended it to be – bringing me more and more pathetic pony wretches to toy with by the day. How I enjoyed my new-found role within society as the Queen of Equestria, whether the pitiful fools outside accepted it or not. They'd have to get used to it.

That brings me back onto the subject of my personal slave – more specifically, my toy. Celestia had been behaving with nothing but obedience; and it's clear now that she's fully broken – there will be no return for the once 'magnificent' (of who's magnificence I highly doubted in the first place anyhow) alicorn, though, I've fabricated several schemes that could play on her desire to do so.

Take for instance her darling sister, Princess Luna. She's still at Canterlot, doing her best to help the ponies who haven't decided to side with me – I find it quite humorous that the very scum I'm attempting to eradicate has turned to me in desperation – unaware of the fact that most of the guard ponies she surrounds herself with every day are actually my changelings.

It's needless to say that I've perfected a precise semblance of her, and can look exactly like Luna should I desire to do so. Imagine the entertainment I could have with puny Celestia, disguised as her very sister. To say it excited me would be an understatement; every nerve and cell of my body tingled with a euphoric ecstasy. All right. It really didn't excite me THAT much, but I have to appear crudely sadistic and twisted to appeal to my target demographic.

Rubbing my hooves together, I deemed it time to experiment a little with my pet. Within the blink of an eye, I resembled Luna in every way, from hoof to horn. I must confess she has some level of beauty and majesty about her; none of which translates onto her despicable sister by any means. Trying to contain myself, I managed to limit myself to a rather erratic canter as I haphazardly made my way into the throne chamber where Celestia was kept.

Of course, she was asleep. I suppose my constant abuse of her would keep anypony rather fatigued, realistically. I leant down beside her, laying down on my stomach as I prodded her on the muzzle playfully – my intentions were to keep things as innocent as I could before having my fun. Celestia drearily opened her eyes, looking over me for a moment.

It must've taken her a while to process things, for she certainly didn't recognise her sister at first. Perhaps she was simply in complete disbelief – and with good reason to be, of course. Thankfully, days of being kept in a concealed place with nothing to do leads to the mind becoming gullible, not to say the 'princess' wasn't gullible to begin with – she had just gotten worse.

Eying me over, I could see the emotions she was feeling overwhelming her all at once. Opening her mouth with sheer shock, gawping at me – even tearing up for a moment. It was quite difficult for me to suppress my laughter at how far she'd fallen. It was time to play my role, I supposed. “Sister! I finally found you!” I falsely exclaimed, doing my best to imitate the voice of the indigo alicorn.

Celestia merely trembled for a moment, before daring to speak in a hushed, broken tone. “L-Luna...? Is that... really you?”

“Of course it is. I – I mean, we, came and found you,” I replied to her, struggling somewhat with the way Luna was known for speaking. Despite how fake I sounded, I had no doubt Celestia would fall for it – she would surely cling on to any sign of hope by this stage.

“Oh, by the sun itself... f-finally, I can leave this accursed place. Oh Luna, I've missed you so much...” Celestia said pathetically, looking up at me with feeble, desperate eyes.

“I've missed... er, eth, you too, darling sister...! But perhaps before we returnst to our most humble of abodes, I wish dearly to show you something!” I told her, still struggling with the dialect. It really wasn't my thing.

“Oh... s-show me something? Can we not just leave? I've spent f-far too long in this place already... I wish for nothing but to see the beauty of the sun once more,”

“Ah, but it is most urgent... eth!” I expressed to her, before coughing slightly. The traditional Canterlot speak was beginning to really bug me. “For you see, many of your most loyal subjects are still trapped here, and they requir your aid in order to be emancipated!”

Celestia frowned at this. While she was clearly desperate for her freedom; she always put others first. I suppose her selflessness was something to be admired, but from a logical perspective; it was complete foolishness. “V-very well, sister... I could not rest easy knowing my people were trapped here and I had escaped without even bothering to look for them,” she quietly resigned.

“Oh, that's what I wanted to hear! I mean, uh... that is most excellent, and shows thy's dedication!” I said, quickly correctly myself. Releasing the manacles I had bound her to, I began to lead her to a hallway leading directly off from the throne chamber. “This way, my mosteth belovedeth sister!”

Celestia followed me like the blind dog she was. I led her to a room with a difference – to be precise, I had had it furnished to be exactly like the royal bedroom of which Celestia slept in back within Canterlot palace. It was my cruel little joke, and I supposed it added to the atmosphere somewhat of getting to rape Celestia as her own sister.

“But... what?! This is impossible! This looks just like my bedroom – how on Equestria...?” she questioned, a look of complete astonishment struck across her face.

“Ah, you see-eth... the most devious Chrysalis did complicate the process of which we must employ in order to free the ponies. For; you see, we must engage in fornication quite like we did back home,” I explained to her. I had to be honest; I had my doubts that'd convince anypony, even the wrecked Celestia – it's not really physically possible to be that stupid.

“... what? We never engaged in... what on Equestria are you babbling about, sister?!” Celestia retorted, horrified at my words.

“Don't lie to me! We saw what you t- we meaneth, you know of what I speakest of, dearest sister! We know it might sound absurd, but it is most required in these circumstances!”

“But... it's... really not appropriate! Certainly not here, of all places! This seems more like just some ridiculous ruse Chrysalis would cook up!”

“IT'S NOT! JUST GET ON THE BED- I mean, please, get on the bed for us, dearest sister! We worry about those poor ponies most direly!”

Celestia frowned slightly at my outburst. Admittedly; I was growing restless. I hadn't spent a good half-hour half-baking this plan for nothing. It was going to work, and I had to make sure of it. My eyes took a ghastly green hue as I stared into the depths of Celestia's soul – actually, that's far too deep. It was more like just staring at her, really – as I hypnotised her, but only partially. I wanted some element of Celestia to consent to this; just for my sick entertainment, really.

“Yes... of course. You're right. What was I thinking? The lives of those poor ponies must come first; I will do anything it takes,” Celestia obligingly accepted. That was more like it. Following through with my commands, she went to lie on her bed, resting on her back and looking up at me with a weak smile. I grinned back at her, wasting no time in diving onto the bed, lying next to her.

“This'll be most fun for us both, dearest sister! Just relax a little; lie back and spreadst one's legs!” I commanded to her, smirking as she did as I asked, grinning with giddy anxiety.

“This isn't like you, Luna. Usually I'm the one on to-” she began, before I cut her off.

“It specifically states that we, Luna, must be the one to commit the act! It is most vital to the poor ponies' survival,” I quickly lied, moving up to Celestia as I sunk one hoof underneath her neck, holding her gently. I leaned over her ear, beginning to lick and nibble it playfully, Celestia's cheeks soon beginning to become flushed as I played on her arousal.

“Oh, Luna... that's, um. Nice. Keep doing that...” she moaned quietly, clearly any signs of unwillingness she had had before having vanished. I quickly nipped her ear, eliciting a consenting squeak from Celestia as I began to slowly trace my hoof down her thigh, smirking at her. Celestia peered at me thoughtfully, licking her lips lustfully as she seemed quite prepared for what I was about to do.

Squeezing her inner thigh as I grinned at her, I quickly moved up to her slit, beginning to slowly and intimately massage it, toying with her clitoris every so often. Celestia mewled, closing her eyes and scrunching them shut tight as I began to become more aggressive with my fondling of her marehood, beginning to jab the tip of my hoof inside her every so often.

Repeating this several times, I gradually grew swifter and more forceful, before beginning to force more of my hoof inside her. Celestia groaned and moaned, her cheeks still flushed as I leaned up to peck her on the cheek, only forcing her to blush harder. Finally, Celestia cried out as she began to orgasm. “Ngh... s-sister, I'm... c-cumming...”

The former princess’s sticky nectar quickly spilled out, liberally splattering her thighs and my hoof. I grinned, bringing my cum-coated hoof to my lips as I eagerly lapped up her juices, grinning at Celestia as she simply watched me, panting heavily. “I say. It would appear we require more sex before the prisoners are released... how ghastly unfortunate!”

Celestia cringed slightly at my words. “Chrysalis sure is twisted, to create something as elaborate and as perverted as this...”

“Isn't she just?” I admit, snickering quietly. I clambered on top of the fatigued alicorn, pressing my lower-body down upon her as I kept Celestia in place with all of my legs. Giving something of a gleeful smile, I pushed my slit against her muzzle without much warning, waiting to see how she'd react.

“Pft-! Sister, please! Must we really continue?” she pleaded, frowning in a distraught manner.

“Does thy not care about those poor, trapped ponies? Not a single one of thou's subject would turn on you in a heartbeat! Many good guards gave their lives in order to make your rescue possible – honour them, dearest sister, make not their deaths in vain!” I cried, my rousing speech surprising myself somewhat. I really was putting it all into this 'pretending-to-be-Princess-Luna' thing.

“V-very well... it would appear I have little choice,” Celestia confessed, murmuring quietly. She slowly opened her mouth, her swift, plump tongue beginning to caress over my marehood. I shuddered in pleasure, smirking wickedly as Celestia began to eat me out in time, her tongue slipping into my slit every so often and beginning to lash around my nethers.

“Mmmh... that's it, dearest sister... keep it up now...” I quietly ordered her, pushing my rear against her face and grinding myself in, forcing her with little choice but to lick faster and more consistently. Her tongue tickled over a few sweet spots, and soon, I found myself orgasming, giving a sigh of relief as I released my marecum over the abused alicorn's face.

“N-gh... surely, we've done enough now...” she panted, having only just enough space to breathe without her snout touching my marehood.

“Mmh, indeed... we believe thou has done enough to release the ponies, now...” I muttered, stepping off Celestia and onto the ground. With a quick spell from my horn, Celestia was immediately bound with shadowy, arcane manacles to the bed. “At least, you would've, should they of ever existed,” I cackled, before dropping my guise and revealing myself as Chrysalis.

“Chrysalis! How could you?!” she exclaimed, her cheeks immediately becoming bright red as she watched me with disdain.

“Quite easily. Changelings are known for their ability to mimic others,” I replied sarcastically, smirking wryly as I rolled my eyes at her. Celestia appeared to think for a moment – as I saw what seemed to be the slightest hint of a grin appear on her face, oddly enough – which quickly vanished as she resumed grimacing.

“I can't believe you'd do this...” she murmured, sighing quietly as she hanged her head dejectedly.

“Now, now. Am I hearing disobedience? I believe you're forgetting who's the QUEEN in this relationship,” I bellowed to her.

“Y-yes, mistress...” she submitted, giving a quiet mewl.

“Good. Now then, I'll be visiting you later... 'sister',” I said with a cruel chuckle, leaving the room. It felt good to be evil.