//------------------------------// // Who says a girl can’t have it all! // Story: The Foal in The Basket // by PonyBlue //------------------------------// Chapter 1 Who says a girl can’t have it all! “Ah…” Queen Chrysalis leaned into Shining Armour’s side. The white Unicorn stallion was not quite under her control yet, but not quite free of will either. She could feel a fresh layer of her magic begin to settle over his mind. It was only a matter of time before he was mere puppet. She pressed her body to his side, savouring the liquid warmth that flowed into her body. The love he extruded tasted so pure, so very rich. It was a taste that filled her mouth in a starburst of flavour. Her body was hot, her stomach was full, and it made her head swim. So this was the pleasure of a full belly, Chrysalis thought to herself. She sighed in bliss, and rested her head on the pillow alongside her host. She had never felt so satiated. Not as a Queen ruling her people, nor as a young Princess sheltered under her mother’s blackened, diaphanous wings. There was food but never enough, never in the abundance that she could see scattered across this city. Even a princess was not fed enough to staff off the signs of malnutrition from blackening her coat and boring painful holes in her hooves and wings. The raw edge of hunger was an ever present companion even in her earliest memories. But not this time! A terrible grin grew on her muzzle. The dark queen’s thoughts turned to the pathetic pink fool she had trapped in the deep, dark caves below Canterlot Castle, the pony whose form she had taken. It was an easy victory. She simply took the form of the alicorn’s lover, the Unicorn stallion she now lay beside, and asked the alicorn to follow her. It was as simple as that! No battle of magic. No duel of power. A simple request, and she had Princess Cadance trapped; abandoned and lost in the dark depths of the underworld! Even now, the expression of that mare’s pink face was exquisite in its subtle mixture of betrayal and horror, as she watched the form of her lover melt away only to reform into a perfect mirror image of her own. Chrysalis let out a small laugh as she gloated over her triumph in the dim light of the bedroom she had stolen. And to imagine, her Royal Advisors had been so fearful. “Alicorns were Lords of Order,” they said. “Gods and Goddess in every meaning of the word,” they begged. Fools! Cowards, all of them! The features which she had borrowed sneered ever so briefly. Alicorns were a powerful breed. None would deny their magical prowess. They moved the sun and moon, plain for anypony to see. But had she not seen with her own eyes that alicorns could be tricked? They were not all knowing, not all powerful as those gibbering old mares in her court wanted her to believe. Far from it, alicorns were ponies, and ponies she could defeat. Even as she lay on the bed she had stolen, she knew her plan was coming to fruition. Her people at last had a Queen that had the ability, vision, and most importantly, the will to see them prosper. Soon her people would return to Equestria, something that had not been seen since their banishment in last days of Queen Honeydew Hum, the age of Harmony and Betrayal. The conquest of Equestria was a day she had long looked forward to. It was a day she had dreamed of since she was small. A day her people would sleep with full bellies and the cries of hungry foals would, for once, be silenced. Her host stirred awake. Chrysalis peeked up and saw the Unicorn stallion lying there in the dimness, gazing at her. His eyes were clouded by a mix of her magic and something she could not identify. “What is it?” She said sternly. He made no reply, and bent his head to touch his muzzle to hers, planting a light kiss on that spot. Shock coursed through her mind. He had caught her by surprise. His hoof was moving too, brushing along her shoulders and up the nape of her neck. “No,” she tried to say and jerk away. However, a new and sudden warmth cut her off in a shuddering gasp, as it rushed through her body like boundless wave. It was a different kind of love. It tasted strange. It was intoxicating. His hoof was far too agile, and had discovered a sensitive spot just between her softly twitching wings. She found no words would come out. He didn’t stop. Unwillingly, her wings flared ever so slightly as he came back time and again to the same spot. ‘Stay in control!’ She knew she had to. It was the first lesson any young Breezy learned when hunting for a host. Yet despite all the lessons she had been taught, she was limp in the ministrations of the first stallion she had ever caught on her own. Her sensitive nerve endings were being stimulated beyond anything she had experienced in her young life. Every stroke sparked an intense jolt of energy that sent every muscle in her disguised body twitching. Her own betraying whine made it clear that her trembling body didn't want it to stop. A low guttural moan escaped her lips. She squirmed, she gasped and she bucked. Her sides were rising and falling and she was breathing hard. Her mind reeled, as though drunk on a perfume of lust that came cascading off his body. Chrysalis was lost in a sea of sensations which were mixed together with the ever present scent of a healthy, virile stallion. He was so unlike the gaunt stallions of her own people. He was powerful, perhaps the most powerful Unicorn in all of Canterlot. She did not love him, but he was hers to control, hers to do as she pleased. The sensation was overpowering. It made her body sing with an unfamiliar desire. The room spun. Her head was dizzy. She moved when she did not. Her whole body was trembling. But it was need, not fear that was making her shiver. She felt a certain inexplicable sensitivity in her loins. This was a sensation the young Queen had never felt before. “Yes”, Chrysalis hissed. He was so very close. Everything of the alicorn named Cadance would be hers. Her face, her wedding and her stallion Finally, he set his hooves aside and nuzzled her again. Her mind flashed in mild alarm as she felt his strong forelegs turning her onto her back. He then nudged gently across her exposed throat. She was breathing quickly now, and deeply, his masculine scents mixing strangely in the thick air, laden with sexual energy. She licked her dry lips. “Kiss me.” She commanded. And he obeyed, breathing soft puffs of air against her tender throat. His lips lightly brushed over her short fur, as they explored her body. Those same lips where soon on her chest, then down onto her belly where they lingered for several moments, before finally pushing down to the two sensitive nubs between her hind legs. She felt his hot breath on places no stallion had ever touched before. She felt his raspy tongue on her bare naked skin, one of two places a mare was not covered in fur. She gasped and shuddered, each one of her blissful sighs filled her with creamy warmth. A shiver ran through her soul. “Love me.” She moaned ever so softly. And he did….