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// Plans: Set to Win 
// Story: Learning to Live 
// by Danosaur 
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Plans


by Danosaur


After the Canterlot Wedding between the unicorn and alicorn, and after the changelings were banished back to their realm, our story begins, following the dark creatures to their home. The tall, black castle soared higher than before the attack, worker changelings buzzing and building on the walls, extending it further into the sky. A long room with green interior, close to the base of the extending building, revealed distressed royalties and their many guards.
Queen Chrysalis paced back and forth, snarling in annoyance. “Those imbecilic ponies! Just why do they have to ruin all of… your plans?”
King Metamorphosis, who was seated next to Chrysalis, placed his hoof on his wife’s shoulder, but she brushed it off, hissing. Her husband growled in response, standing up, taller than his counterpart, her complaints dying down into silence as he glared at her.
“How many times have we tried now?” He called across the long hall. “How many times have we been repelled back to our dying homelands?” He stared towards the Prince. “Son? Shouldn't you know?”
“Thirty-four times, father, including our ancestors attempts.” The dark prince stood taller than his mother, and in his father’s eyes, was more important than her too. “But each time we have infiltrated their system, we have stayed longer and longer. Soon, we shall remain there, and feed off of their love.”
The King smiled. “And your plan, seeing as mine failed?”
“It includes her.” Prince Ontogenesis frowned and pointed to his sister.
His sister (and to be bride) was lying on the floor next to him, chained to a wall, a green, gooey collar circling her throat. A saddle was clenched around her waist, pulling her waist into a tight embrace. Her eyes fluttered open as she was mentioned, her wings chained together at the base. A bridle and bit forced her teeth apart, forcing her to hold her tongue in the presence of her royal family. Scars were littered across her fur, barely visible with age. A bowl was on the floor from her last meal. She looked down in shame, and shook her feathered wings out as she was mentioned.
“Stand when he talks about you, Worthless!” Her father yelled. She stood reluctantly, her head still bowed, her wings fluttering. Metamorphosis turned back to his son. “Your bride to be? I see you are taking my approach.” The stallion tossed his head, his blue-green mane rustling.
“Yes. But instead, she shall make ‘friends’ with a friendless, married pony, preferably with family. She shall take the town after her ‘friend’ proves trustful. And after repeating this many times in many towns, with the towns as hostages, she shall start to take Canterlot.
“Each town shall be held by a cluster of two guard, one scout and three searcher drones per pony. I shall send three scouts with my betrothed, everywhere, two as her ‘children’, and one as her ‘lover’.” Her Prince kicked his back leg out and hit his fiancée in the face. Her elegant white wings twitched slightly as blood began to trickle down her muzzle.
“And the point of origin?”
“Manehattan.” Replied the younger male, earning himself a nod from his father.
“When do you plan to start your takeover?” Chrysalis asked her son.
“As soon as I am married.” Ontogenesis smiled, and turned to his sibling. He bent his knees so that he was just taller than her, cradling her blood ridden muzzle in one of his hoofs as she fluttered her wings. “Don’t worry, puppy, we won’t let you get hurt.” He stood, his father granting his leave with a nod of his head.
“Much.” Her betrothed walked away smoothly, as she lowered to a sitting position. The Princess lowered her head again, as her parents left the room. She flittered her useless wings sadly.

The Changeling Princess’ personal guards detached her metal chain from the wall, and swept the Princess up, binding her legs. The genderless drones formed a ball of bodies around her, carrying her to her brother’s room. He barely turned his head as she was deposited in the dark room, the guards positioning themselves outside her door.
“Any problems with going to Manehattan to begin the takeover?” He rose, picking her chain up from off of the floor. A faint smile formed on his lips as she shook her head submissively. “Come now, puppy, I love your voice. Speak for me.” He coaxed, red magic removing the bit from her mouth, her bridle still in place.
“No.” She said softly.
“No, what?” He asked, his voice harsh.
“No, my love.” She whispered, her eyes closed.
“Now, now, puppy, your eyes are beautiful. I wish to see them.” He smiled as her green and aqua eyes stared into his. He cradled her face between his hooves, examining each pale fur.
“I must say, puppy, you still look rather like that silly Princess Celestia today.” The dominant male growled, slapping the white alicorn across the face. She winced as he kicked her in the side, splitting her skin and drawing blood. She waited for the torment to stop.
“I’m sorry, my love.”
“No need to be sorry. Just change back to your natural self. Slowly, mind you, as I like it.”
The Prince's horn glowed, and removed several padlocks from her clothing. The Princess slid out of her saddle and bridle, and unclasped the collar and chains around her wings. The Prince smiled as his sister moved into the center of the room.
A soft green flame began at her pale, front left hoof. The Princess flew upwards as it began to move upwards. It rippled up her fur, changing her fur back to its original, black colour. The change littered the holes over her leg once again. Slowly, the other hooves caught up, and rolled across her body, shortening her substantially, her body shrinking. The green glow grew brighter as it met, and surged up her wings, ripping holes once more as they changed back to the bug-like material once more, green fire leaping up her feathers.
Her multicoloured tail sizzled as the fire crackled along it, re-texturing it to a soft, but still transparent aqua tail. It was short and cropped quite substantially. Her neck was alight as the change crept up her body. Her neck shortened as the transformation took place, black fur replacing white, as she closed her eyes. Her face was taken over by the fire, her muzzle still long and elegant. Her mane caught the glowing substance, and set alight, revealing her true mane, short, the same aqua blue as her tail, her forelock reaching only half as far as her previous mane. She landed in the center of the room and opened her eyes, grinning just for him, revealing her fangs.
“Excellent, my dear puppy. I just wish we would grow our mane and tail longer.” He sighed, but smiled as a burst of flame engulfed the Princess’ mane and tail. As the fire blew away, the desired changes were made, her tail just off of the floor, and her mane reaching halfway down her body.
“Good, my pup. Remember this as your appearance, next time, hmm, puppy?” She nodded as he began picking up the clothes from the floor in his magic, and adjusting them on her natural body, and cast a spell over her. She still didn't know what it did.
He scooped her up and placed her in a suspended metal wire crate, two feet from the floor, with a bed of green holding goo on the floor, and he drew a rainbow blanket over her. He clasped her chain to the side of the cage and placed a kiss on her forehead.
A tear rolled down her black cheek, and fell towards the floor. Ontogenesis caught it mid-air.
“My sweet puppy, do not take to heart what I did just then. Hush now, no tears. I love you, puppy, I promise.” The Prince comforted her. She looked up into his red eyes.
“What do you desire, puppy?” He asked her.
“Equestria.” She lied, mumbling through the bit, falling forward into her Prince's arms.