A\N: This is completely for fun and I will only do it when I feel like it. My other story (ies) still has/have precedence over this. Each chapter will be from a different perspective, it’s up to you to figure out who each one is.
The Lady of Snakes
She arrived in the building late, as was customary for her. She was a ruler, and the world would wait upon her. Her presence was uncomfortable for the residents of this city. They had never seen a pony like her. After all, plebeians SHOULD be reverent when they saw her.
She was the Lady of Snakes. The serpents were her servants, subjects, and children, and none of them forgot it. She reminded them by using them for menial tasks and important duties alike.
They feared her and loved her. She used them for every task. They pleasured her, fed her, and protected her.
A gold-clad guard whispered after she had passed, “Who is she?”
Of course, she did not hear, but the friend in her sleeve hissed to her his inquiry. She had no idea how long she’d been able to hear her servant’s tongue, but she had been able to do it since she remembered.
She had altered the one she carried with her at birth, to fit snugly within her vine clothing, and hear exceptionally well.
She arrived in the so called, ‘diplomacy room’. Inside stood two golden guards and the mayor of this dismal town. An old mare, and feeble as well. She had been feeble once, but her children fixed her.
“We won’t stand for your tyranny any longer, Serpent Fiend! With Princess Celestia’s guards, we will defeat you.” She shouted immediately.
She mulled this over for a bit. Defiance again. She always brought more of something, and she was always cowed before her magnificence. But the Princess’s own guards… this would be fun.
“I didn’t come for your banter, old crone,” She said softly, a characteristic of hers she hadn’t been able to get rid of; “I came for my tithe, which YOU have denied me.”
“Seize this harlot and throw her in the streets as a message!”
The two rushed forward to grab her. She raised her vine-covered left hoof, and her offspring rushed to greet them. The first went down with a quick bite to the throat, and the second looked at his fallen compatriot before her assailant bit an important vein near where he held his spear.
With both of them dead in an instant, she allowed him to leap onto her hoof, and then she grabbed the mayor and held the venomous snake close at eye-level while sliding a dagger out of her other plant-made sleeve and holding it against her prisoner’s throat.
She smirked, reveling in the hag’s terror. It was a beautiful feeling, to have her tremble in her grasp like a weak child.
“I require what I always have… but my children grow hungrier… for this indiscretion I will have two of your citizens fed to my Angel.”
She shuddered, as she well should, there were many rumors about her Angel. Not all of them true, but effective.
“ANSWER!” She screamed, fury quickly boiling up.
“At once, Mistress.” Was the quick reply.
She effortlessly shoved the rebel into a wall, where she collapsed in a sobbing, terrified heap.
She strode quickly out of the building. It was a waste of time really, she should wipe out the town and allow her subjects more space, but none of them nor could her produce food. Not that she’d let anypony else know that.
She and her companion turned left and stopped in front of nearest door. She leaned forward and listened,
“Yeah, that crazy snake-lady is back.”
“I heard she fucks snakes and she carries the children around and uses them to kill people.”
She didn’t want to hear any more of this slander, and she turned and smashed the oaken door like a matchstick with her hind hooves. She walked slowly in, “True. All true.” She confirmed, before commanding them, “Follow me or die painfully.”
The horrified pair followed her. She didn’t even deign to look at them, they’d be food anyways. It was the typical half hour or so when her entertainment began. As usual it began with the question of how much longer they would have to walk.
“How much longer?” the first whispered to his friend. Or lover. It didn’t matter, and she wasn’t going to look at them.
She turned and grabbed him by the neck. She got a good look at him. He was a chestnut-and-black maned stallion, but she could clearly see shoe on his flank. A good runner then. What fun he would be in the moments to come.
The friend-lover was purple with a pink mane, and with a cutie mark of somepony talking. A debater?
Then she hissed, “Perhaps you’d like to fuck snakes? No? THEN WALK!”
Alas, her fun was spoiled when the two complied, and they arrived at her greenhouse home. Her people had plenty of places to hide here, so attack was easily repelled.
Upon entering, the only reaction from her thralls was silent shock. She sat upon the rudimentary throne at the center of the building and sat down lazily with a sigh.
Then she called out, “Angel, come here.”
And he did. Angel, the thirty-five foot basilisk seemed to flow from behind one of the larger trees, and came to a stop when he rested the tip of his head on the arm of her throne in a gesture of affection.
He could not speak, and yet he loved her with such devotion it was appalling.
She rubbed his nose gently and gestured to the two guests. Without another thought they were snapped up by her pet, and only bloody splotches on the ground and Angel’s maw were all that was left of their existence.
He slithered away, not sated but content for now. As a basilisk, he would only get bigger and hungrier the more he grew, but that was a concern for later, he was fine as he was, and she would have him no other way.
Others came up to her, relieving her of that stupid clothing all the ponies wore. Then, a thought came to her, and she realized its truth. She acted upon this thought without hesitation, as she had many times before.
“Three… I want three of you. Small.” She ordered, and three serpents came from a strange tree. A palm, she thought it was called.
They stopped before her pitiful throne. And she urged them closer. Onto her. They came up her legs and stopped on her neck and arms, one each.
“Pleasure me.” She ordered, and a groan escaped her lips as one went inside her as the other two serviced her externally.
A voice called from the edge of her ecstasy, but she could not hear it clearly. Then, her current three were all separated from her suddenly. Her eyes flashed open in surprise, and there stood a Pegasus with a sword in her hand.
She knew why her three were gone now. A rainbow wave shot forth from the blade of what she thought was a simple iron weapon.
She shifted her head to the side and allowed the expelled multi-color energy to slice off a portion of her stone seat.
There was something wrong with this one. She was different. Her thoughts were interrupted by the Pegasus when she said, “I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.”
“Indeed it wouldn’t.” She said, but then asked, “What IS wrong with your coat?” That was it; causality was the key to breaking this mare. Even if she was one of the proud pegasi of Cloudsdale.
She nonchalantly glanced at it and replied, “It’s blue. So what if it’s uncommon?”
Before she could continue, she announced, “I MUST have that color. I have never seen it before.” Then she called to the snakes watching them from the edges of the veritable forest, “An egg. Now.”
One was immediately brought for her in the mouth of one of the larger snakes that was built for strangling.
She breathed her intent and thoughts into the short breath, and it left her lips as a blue cloud. The egg turned blue for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. She could still hear the thought, Strong, short, blue, thick, strangler. All of the attributes she wanted it to have. Thanks to her power, it would happen too.
The egg was taken away, then the Lady of Snakes spoke again, this time with more command and regality in her tone, “You didn’t come here to kill me, or you’d have attacked again. So, what do you really want from me..?”
