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.