Spitfire

It was suppose to have been a simple recon mission; Infiltrate the Whitetail Hive as a pony drone, find out what's making the ponies submit to the Changeling Menace, get out. Cursing her luck, Spitfire glares across divots of green gunk at the Changeling Queen. She struggles against the hardened ooze that holds her to the ground. "The Captain of the Wonderbolts, coming down to see me personally? I feel so honored." Chrysalis sways over the captive captain, her hindquarters rolling as she does. Bringing a hole-ridden hoof under her chin, the Queen lifts Spitfire's head until they make eye contact, her sharp fangs standing out in stark contrast to her lower lip. "Tell me, my little speedster, what are you doing in my hive?" "Finding a way to put a stop to you." Spit fire snorts, sneering at the smug Changeling. Tutting, Chrysalis sighs and shakes her head. "I'm afraid it's far to late for that." "It's never too late! You might have central Equestria in your grip, burt the rest of us will keep on fighting you!" "Your still mistaken. Let me show you why." With a coy grin, Chrysalis turns and walks over to one of the glowing holes and sticks her hoof inside. Bringing it back up, Spitfire watches as the goo slides down the Queen's hoof, going so far as to fill a few of the empty portions of her leg.

Her wings humming, the Changeling buzzes back to Spitfire and shoves her hoof into the mare's mouth. Spitfire gags on the putrid puss, feeling it roll back and forth between her teeth as she hacks. Unable to swallow, she takes a breath and spits the mess right back into the face of her captor. "Ugh, you disgusting wretch!" Spitfire laughs as the dark Queen turns to wipe her eyes. Still chocking on the filth stuck between her teeth, she rolls her tongue along them, knocking the hanger-ons loose. At once, a strange sense of power fills her and she grins at the back of Chrysalis' head. "Hey." The Queen turns. For an instance, they make eye contact. Spitfire's resolve falters, but only for an instant. With a grunt and a snarl, she bursts free of her half-finished cocoon, taking to the air, dripping what remains of the ooze. Sneering down at the Changeling Queen, Spitfire smirks. "You're not as tough as you think." The air is filled with the screeches of the frustrated Chrysalis, as well as the thrum of her magic. As once should expect, the orange mare dodges with an easy grace, chuckling the whole time. Seeing the insectoid mare stumble, the Wonderbolts Captain drops into a dive, fully intending to throw her entire weight into crashing into the buggy queen. "You're done!" Chrysalis lifts her head, smirking. Time slows to a crawl. "Not quite you hothead, because you never started to begin with."

Time snaps back into focus, only the scene has changed. Spitfire becomes abundantly aware of the sweet taste filling her mouth as she chews. Thin trails of sticky green dribble down from the corners of her mouth. Her pupils shrink to the size of pinpricks as it dawns on her. The Queen never broke eye contact. "Such a wild spirit." Chrysalis' teasing tone is more than evident as she lifts another hoof-full of the green muck. "We need to keep that fire of yours strong and well fed, don't we? Open up." Against her will, the Captain's jaw drops, only to be filled with more of the goo. An involuntary chewing begins, followed by an audible gulp soon after. The scene repeats itself, again and again, Chrysalis murmuring words of encouragement the entire while, but never moving her eyes. They flash green, and the pegasus mare moans. "Now, my dear, we've had a lot of trouble corralling the pegasi. It seems they're able to out maneuver my little ones. Why don't you go ahead and teach them every trick you know?" Holding up another wad of goo, Chrysalis is pleasantly surprised as Spitfire leans forward of her own volition and takes it in her mouth. Chewing and swallowing quickly, the traitorous Captain nods, before attending to the slime coated hoof with her tongue. "Yes, my Queen."