The perfect honeymoon · 1:12am Nov 4th, 2014
At last Shining Armor was alone with his beloved bride. He ran his eyes along her luxurious pink coat, her perfect figure, the bold wings that marked her Princesshood and at last lingered on her soft and kind eyes.
Her lying eyes.
Shaking the stray thought out of his head he kissed her. Her perfect straight teeth opened the way for him. Her soft broad tongue tasted of ice cream. She moaned needy and lustily into his mouth.
Soon. Any moment now. How long will she keep up this farce? His heart pounded hard in his chest and blind terror creeped up his neck.
She wrapped an arm around his neck pulling him close. Reminding him who was in charge. Who he belonged to.
His muscles locked in terror. He could feel it. The faintest of sensations and if he focused on them they grew stronger. Right there behind the glamour.
He could feel the cold hard chitin. He could feel the sharp fangs as his played over them, the slender tongue hungrily defiling every corner of his mouth.
Shining Armor screamed and tumbled to the ground and his false-bride rushed towards him uttering words of false-concern.
His hoof caught her across the jaw with a mighty crack sending her sprawling to the floor.
"Stop it! Stop pretending!"
She starred at him in mock confusion. He could see the evil glimmer of her mirth in the shadow of her eyes.
"I know it's you! Stop it, stop being her!"
"Shining, Shining no..." her eyes spread wide in perfect imitation of shock. Her bleeding muzzle set firmly. A touch of the familiar hardness reached her features. "I'll help you."
Her horn charged. Mind altering magic lashed towards him ready to command his obedience.
But she was uncharacteristically sloppy. It was easy for him to counter with his shield.
She came to the edge of his barrier and began to speak her lies of false hope.
He increased the density of his shield until it blocked out the sound.
And so she sat there with him wearing his fiance's face. Waiting patiently for his nearly depleted magical reserves to end.
He put his face into his hooves and sobbed like a foal.
Chrysalis had him again. He would never escape her.
Best honeymoon ever.
No wonder they don't have foals yet.