Queen Chrysalis of Equestria (Now With Added Luna)

by StripyFlash

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Dark, Alternate Universe, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Queen Chrysalis, Sex
Length: 4531

What if Queen Chrysalis decided one day to rule Equestria?

Queen Chrysalis is tired of the tyrannical wretch, Princess Celestia, ruling Equestria. After a bafflingly simplistic plan to capture the princess succeeds, Chrysalis turns her attention to breaking the former ruler into accepting Chrysalis as the new Queen of all Equestria. Although she was resilient at first, days of psychological torture has rendered the alicorn relatively submissive - perfect for Chrysalis to try a certain, unique form of persuasion in order to get her to officialy relinquish her rule...

A clopfic involving Queen Chrysalis and Princess Celestia, taken from the perspective of Chrysalis. Oh what joy.

Published 2012-11-12 08:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-24 02:19:47 UTC

Queen Chrysalis of Equestria

Queen Chrysalis of Equestria

Today was to be an excellent day; the pinnacle and conclusion of what years of planning and methodical scheming had led to. Ever since my defeat at the hooves of those despicable, worthless, wretched ponies at Canterlot, I'd meticulously calculated the perfect and utmost ingenious way of exacting my vengeance. It was flawless, and now, the fruits of my labour were already beginning to show.

I, Queen Chrysalis, had achieved something nopony else could even think to pull off. I'd captured Princess Celestia herself – or rather, Queen Celestia. I never got that. Why is she called a princess when... never mind. My ramblings had far too often been the cause of absent-mindedness and had constantly led me astray from my aspirations. Not today.

Now was the time to defile what the ponies of Equestria held most sacred, and destroy the very heart of Equestria's hope and virtue in one fell swoop. It had been so easy. My changelings could take the form of any whom I desire, and, with such an ability, one had snuck into Canterlot palace unhindered as one of her protégés – Twilight Sparkle, I believe she was called?

It was only a matter of simple, coercive tact and some persuasive techniques in order to lure her outside. Immediately, we had the foolish alicorn ambushed and surrounded, before knocking her out with a laughably basic hex – even I was surprised she failed to counter it – and we had her dragged away, back to my lair.

Only now, however, had I decided to act. I had to give it time, first. I let it sink into the minds of those who loved and adored her, who looked up to the great 'Ruler of Equestria' as some sort of heroine and saviour, that she was gone, forever – taken by her greatest rival, defeated without even a sliver of resistance. It was pathetic, and I wanted everypony in these forsaken lands to know.

Several reconnaissance groups had tried to locate her, but they were no challenge for my vast hordes of changelings. Those ponies foolish enough to resist me were to join Celestia in bondage here, for they would not be leaving – not ever. I could feel a certain electricity in the air as my victory was close at hand, and it was to be undeniably... glorious.

Stepping down the blackened steps leading to my throne, I looked upon Celestia, ensnared and choked by the slime I had once used to trap her in before. She was within the centre of a massive chamber – my throne room – fully conscious and quite aware of me gazing over her. I couldn't help but give a wicked cackle at her pitiful state, knowing that I truly had come out triumphant.

“How does it feel to know you've failed Equestria, Celestia? That you've let down everypony you've ever known – and failed to even stand your ground against the force that overwhelmed you?” I began to recite to Celestia, circling her as I allowed my words to bore into her psyche.

I had no need for physical torture. I was in a league of my own, and I knew it would be simply a matter of peeling back the layers of Celestia's mind – psychological torture at it's finest. I would have her submit to me, and relinquish her status as ruler to one far more capable – and whom, dare I ask, more capable than me?

“You were weak. You lacked vision, and never even had the heart to suspect something was amiss about your favourite student, despite how incompetent my changeling was at impersonating her,” I began to exposit, now in my environment – it felt direly rewarding to heckle away at Celestia's failure, and I knew it would crush her former vigour... whatever increment of it was left.

“You aren't suitable to rule Equestria. How gullible... how asinine were you to fall for the oldest trick in the book? I'll tell you – enough to signify that it is time your reign ended, and you relinquished your undeserved claim to the throne, that, really now – you'd never earned, had you? All you have in life was given to you, even your biological functions, your purpose – to raise the sun – was granted to you by fate, was it not?”

Raise the sun. That was a point of interest. Ever since I had Celestia here, a group of talented unicorns had taken to raising the sun each day as a replacement for their gracious benefactor – how petty. Personally, I preferred the night, and should Equestria be eternally dowsed in shadow, I failed to see reason as to why I would even care.

“Finally...” I began, before moving into position in front of the demeaned alicorn. “It is time you acknowledged your true destiny. You are fit to be nothing more... than a slave,” I announced, before cutting down Celestia from her slime prison, the despicable tool collapsing to her knees before me.

“Accept it, Celestia. I control you now. You will bow down to I, Queen Chrysalis, and do my every command and bidding,” I boldly demanded of the disgraced princess, smirking at her with a sense of aloft triumph about me. Celestia stirred slightly, quite clearly dazed and bewildered, unable to even process her meaningless thoughts.

“Y-yes... I... I... give in,” she finally murmured, looking up at me hazily, her lips trembling with every word she spoke. Her time spent in her personal cage had done her well, and my constant harassment had left her vulnerable and weak. I had expected no less of the hapless wretch, and now it was the time to assert full dominance upon her. I stamped my hoof down onto hers', keeping her pinned and held in place.

“Who rules Equestria, whelp? Who do you obey?”

“You, Queen Chrysalis!” she spluttered pathetically, tears running down her cheeks. I smiled with malevolent glee – it was obvious I had broken her, and now she was mine to abuse. Now it was time to make sure Celestia never forgot who was in control. My horn pulsated with eldritch energy as a black collar, of a stainless, impenetrable material formed around her neck, with a leash too. I picked it up, harshly yanking on it as I led her to my throne.

As I sat down, I looked at the submissive worm as she grovelled before me, her strength, her magic and most importantly her spirit drained from her. She no longer had any desire to respect herself, and, she was essentially brainwashed – her only compulsion was to oblige to her new mistress's wishes.

I tugged the leash once more, forcing her to look at me in the eye. I felt my lips curl into a dubious smirk as I began to fantasise and imagine what terrible things I could do to my pet. I supposed that I would venture into the more simple forms of pleasure initially, and allow my pet to feel even more below me than she already was.

Grabbing her redundantly long mane – seriously, why would you have a mane that long? - I pulled her up towards the seat of my throne, placing her muzzle snugly between my hind legs. I began to caress her silky mane, rather enjoying myself as I saw the look of anxiety and disappointment – I imagined, with herself – in Celestia's eyes.

“Mmh... so then. Going to be a good girl and lick your mistress, or do I need to destroy your will even further?” I asked, as a way of ensuring Celestia's complete obedience. She gave a long sigh, before nodding weakly, obviously unable to take any more of the facts I laid upon her. She ever so gently pushed her snout against my marehood, before beginning to subserviently lick the exterior of my slit, her tongue massaging my clitoris.

I laughed once more, before giving a slight moan as my pet made no effort to betray my orders, eating me out as she had been told to do. I ran my hoof through her mane once more, deciding for now I wouldn't be harsh with her – after all, she had a lifetime of this to look forward to.

Her tongue slowly passed through to my inner nethers, eliciting a whine from me as her tongue lashed and danced around inside me. I saw what seemed like a spark of enthusiasm within her for a moment, as she slowly, gradually began to enjoy herself. Just as I figured she would – it must've been a nice change in pace for her to be the one dominated, I imagined.

I suddenly yanked on her mane, pulling her against my marehood and forcing her to open her mouth as I orgasmed. Giving her not a moment of warning, my juices spilled out over her snout and into her mouth. She reluctantly began to swallow as I held her in place, and I only released her once I was content she'd taken every last drop.

I looked down at my little abused pony, grinning as she panted, seemingly, she had found the experience to be quite enjoyable. “Not so bad, is it? Just think about it. This is what you were made for, Celestia – forget Equestria and just accept your new purpose in life,” I stated.

The puzzled alicorn seemed to give my words some serious thought. I could tell that only threads of her former existence were clinging on, and even that was sapping away by the second. Her subconscious desire to give in to me was becoming more and more pronounced, eating away at her as the compulsion to serve slowly worked it's roots into her being.

For a moment, it seemed as if she was going to say yes – before suddenly, she pushed herself away in a desperate attempt escape. How foolish, I thought, simply grabbing her leash and holding her in place. I knew her desire to give in was strong, however – it was only a matter of chipping away at the final layers of her sanity.

“Don't run. This is where you belong – and, as long as you keep your mistress happy, she won't hurt you... not much,” I claimed with a cruel snigger, watching Celestia as she helplessly struggled with her conflicting desires and emotions, unable to think clearly whatsoever – perfect to be moulded into shape by an enterprising queen of changelings, like myself.

She looked up at me, on the verge of crying once more, desperate to reject me – but she couldn't find the courage to do so. I decided to break her further, and, I was convinced this time she would drop her façade and accept me as her mistress. I led her over to a stalagmite that protruded from the ground near my throne, binding her fore hooves in two iron manacles beside it that I had available for this sort of thing – you never knew when they could come in handy.

Clamped into place, she had no option but to stick her rear up towards me, with the front of her body leant against the ground. She could've bucked up and kicked me, I suppose – but I knew she wouldn't. There was no risk of that now. She was mine to do what I wanted with.

Using a simple spell, I conjured a whip from my personal collection, holding it firmly with my fore hoof. Holding it high, I suddenly struck down at Celestia's rear with full force. She gave a cry of pain – though, I had no intentions of holding back, and soon I began to lash away at her at a steady pace without hesitation.

Despite her obvious pain, I knew the princess's futile fervour to resist was crumbling away with every strike. Intermixed with her yelps, I could quite easily hear distinguishable moans – clear evidence that part of her was enjoying this. After her rear pulsed red from the soreness of my constant whipping, I leapt forward, thrusting the hilt of the whip into her marehood with malefic glee, a devilish grin plastered across my snout.

I began to pump the hilt in and out of her at a swift pace, it working a charm, forcing her to groan and moan in pleasure. I knew by this stage Celestia's conscience had left her, and she was more than ready to submit to me – crying out as she orgasmed, her cum coating the hilt of the whip in a sticky layer, splattering over my hoof also.

Leaving her bound to the floor, I moved over to her muzzle, pushing my snout against her flushed cheeks. She panted heavily, sweat running down her brow as she looked at me with embarrassment. “So then. Enjoy yourself?” I asked smugly, already knowing what the answer would be.

“Y-yes... I did,” she quietly admitted, blinking a few times.

“Are you prepared to be my pet for the rest of your meaningless life?”

“Yes...”

“Do you accept I am the true heir to the throne?”

“Y-yes...” Celestia repeated herself in a hushed tone. I stopped with the intrusive questions, smiling. My work was done. I had degraded the great ruler of Equestria herself into being nothing more than my fuck toy, and had got her to admit my clear superiority.

No more would ponies revere and obey the 'goddess', Celestia – now, they would respect I, Queen Chrysalis, as the rightful ruler of Equestria. Not only that, but I'd even gained something out of this whole ordeal – my own little pet to abuse when I felt like it.

How wonderful.

A Touch of 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.