Not Dead/Fic preview · 1:58pm Jul 1st, 2015
I don't like making update posts; I usually find them to be too light on content, and if the projects they showcase don't come to fruition it creates extra disappointment. It's been a while since I posted anything on this account though, so I'll make an exception.
I'm working on a new story. It takes place in the same continuity as A Canterlot Breeding; after Chrysalis gets caught by the guards and such, Celestia decides to personally "rehabilitate" her (if you get my meaning).
I wanted to write something involving memory manipulation because it seemed like an interesting challenge. I outlined a version of a story where Celestia drains all of Twilight's memories and magic (in a creepy/sexy way), and then reveals that she does that to all her apprentices to keep her magic going. It seemed grimderp and OOC (even by my standards!). Hopefully the new idea will flow smoother.
See below for the story so far (doesn't include any sexy stuff, both because I haven't written it yet and because I can't put it in a blog post). If you aren't into the whole "preview" thing, ignore this and wait until the story comes out 
Celestia glanced around the dungeons. She could not remember the last time she had visited them, the last time a prisoner had been held in them. She had considered having them renovated into something less despicable, more than once. She had always left them be, as a reminder of previous times. She hated to admit it to herself, but she was glad they were still there. Any other place would have seemed inappropriate, for the things she needed to do.
“Open the cell,” she ordered. The guards complied promptly, and the thunk and clunk of the locks echoed off the stonework.
“Princess, are you sure it’s a good idea to go in there alone?” one guard asked. “We still aren’t sure how well the manacles can restrain changeling magic.”
“Thank you for your concern, lieutenant, but I will be fine. Even without those restraints, I’m sure she is too famished to do anything.”
“The guards would feel more comfortable if there was someone in there with you. I’m sure whatever punishment you have planned for her can’t be that gruesome.”
Celestia turned to the guard. He withdrew slightly. They must have been discussing for days, to have convinced him to make such a bold request. “It is best if no one witnesses what I do to her. It is bad enough I have to do it in the first place.”
The guard nodded. If he had further objections, he didn’t press them.
Celestia stepped into the cell. Chrysalis looked thinner. Her skin was still the same dark shade of black, but it had lost some of its shininess. She still wore Cadance’s pink dress, but it had started to fray at the seams and edges. Dust and dirt had started to collect on it. One of the shoulder straps had broken, and the chest portion had started to sag. They should have changed her, but the risk of her escaping while removing the restraints was too high.
Chrysalis looked up. She smiled, despite herself. Celestia looked the same as ever. The white of her dress and the multiple hues of her hair looked even more garish than usual in the dark dungeon. It was something besides a guard throwing water at her, at least. “Why, Celestia! How nice of you to drop by!” She sat up, as much as she could. The wrist and neck restraints dug into her back, the ankle cuffs and chains tugged at her legs. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Hello, Chrysalis.” Celestia took another step forward. “How are you doing?”
“Oh come now, Celestia. You didn’t come here to make small talk. A princess doesn’t visit one of their prisoners unless it is important.” Chrysalis leaned forward again, and the restraints dug into her neck and arms. “You’re too weak to execute your prisoners, so you’re not here for that. Did you come here to gloat? I imagine you and your guards had a good laugh about how they caught me.”
Celestia knelt down. “I am here to rehabilitate you.”
Chrysalis laughed. She had to stop quickly, she couldn’t make sound properly maniacal or mocking. Her chest hurt from the lack of food, and the restraints pinched her throat. “As jocular as ever, Celestia.”
“It is true.” Celestia gestured at the dungeon. “Surely you do not want to spend the rest of your life here?”
“Oh, I’ll escape eventually. You can’t avoid feeding me forever.”
“That is why I’m here.” Celestia said. “You are too dangerous to feed, but too useful to let starve to death. I imagine that your talent and magical abilities could help our kingdom considerably.”
Chrysalis spat. It didn’t far enough to reach Celestia, and she couldn’t work up quite enough saliva for it, but her point be clear enough. “Go fuck yourself. Better yet, I’ll do it for you after I escape.”
Celestia moved forward. Her knees moved into the spit, at least. “Tell me, Chrysalis. What exactly did you do to Twilight? How did you turn her into...that thing?”
“Ah, so that’s why you’re really here. To discuss my pet and toy and egg sack.” Chrysalis smiled. “I had wondered how they were doing. The guards were so shocked when they walked in on the three of us. Shining and Twilight were just so eager to please me, I couldn’t resist.” Chrysalis leaned back, chuckled softly. “Have they stopped eating yet? I layered so many mental spells over them, I imagine they’ll fall apart without me. Maybe not Cadance, but I suppose there is not much left in her mind, anyway.”
“Actually, we reversed your mental changes rather easily.”
“Impossible!” Chrysalis jerked forward, and her restraints clanked loudly. Celestia had to be lying. She just wanted to gloat. “I broke them! They are mine!”
“We are still working on reversing Twilight’s physical changes, sadly. It is a rather...bizarre use of magic.”
“So you want me to explain it to you? As if I would make it easier for you to repair my playthings.”
“No, I’m here to rehabilitate you. And the first step is dealing with all the things you done.” Celestia moved forward again. Close enough to injure, if Chrysalis had the use of her magic or limbs. “So,” Celestia said. “Tell me about what you did to her. I’m sure you are quite proud of it.”
She had a point there. Chrysalis was quite proud of it.
Hopefully will be done sometime this month; I've got homework, job applications, 4th of July stuff, and still need to find some free time to procrastinate. You know how it is.
*squee*
Looking forward to it.
still looking forward to this one.