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// Evil Twilight Good Chrysalis 4 by Europa (Story) 
// Story: Tainted Love: A Twysalis Prompt Tag Collab 
// by Foals Errand 
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by Europa

"So tell me about yourself," Twilight asked a few weeks after her hypnosis-aided breakdown. Much to Princess Chrysalis's relief, the pony had grown much more open and comfortable sharing stories about her life, about five pony friends that were long gone. She suspected that their death hadn't done much to revert Twilight Sparkle's fall, but that was why she was here now. Even better, Chrysalis could taste Twilight's hatred and genocidal tendencies falling by the hour, especially when the pony queen was around her.

"Myself? What about myself?"

"The libraries at home have very little about your species's hierarchy. There's a lot about changeling biology, but not much about social structure. How do you fit in?"

"Well, my full title is Princess Chrysalis the Green. The swarm's color of magic is dependent on the queen's, so they're all orange."

Twilight shifted around on her guest bed. "So I assume that, being a royal yourself, you're exempt from that rule?"

She nodded. "Our slime, cocoons, and blood is all green, and so is my magic." She raised her muzzle proudly. "I am a Green Queen, like Queen Tenodera the Unifier. I have great things ahead of me once I take the throne, I just know it!" She deflated. "When I take the throne, from my mother." Chrysalis didn't like to think of it in that context.

All at once, a shudder went through Twilight Sparkle's body. The pony closed her eyes in bliss and rested her head on the bed. "I'm... I'm learning things," she breathed. "Please, teach me more."

She raised a brow. "Um, alright? So, I only serve an advisory role to my mother, though in practice my authority is second only to hers. I'm learning a lot about military strategy, as well. It's very interesting."

"Eh," Twilight said off-hoofedly. "I don't find it so invigorating. There's not much use for military strategy when I have - well, had - so much power." She tapped her horn ruefully. While the rings upon rings of magic inhibitors had been removed, Queen Thorax kept Twilight Sparkle's magic, strength and flight disrupted with her poison. "It's not that it's hard, it's easy. But that was always my brother's interest, not mine." She let out a breath through her nostrils. "Oh Shiny, I miss you..."

Chrysalis spent a little while longer talking with Twilight, explaining to her the intricate nuances of the queen's duties, what would happen in the event the royal lineage was broken - Twilight was very interested in royal jelly - and the role of the noble houses. That one had them talking for a while, since apparently one of the first thing's Twilight had done after usurping the throne was eradicated the existence of nobility in Equestria. Then, after a few hours, Queen Twilight decided to go for lunch. Chrysalis, being her handler, followed.


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For all that her lack of magic grated at her soul, Twilight liked it in the changeling hive. For the first time in ages, she wasn't bored. She was learning so much. And even when she wasn't, Chrysalis's company was invigorating and life-giving. In the months since her capture, Queen Twilight had grown to consider Chrysalis a close, close friend. It was for the best that her attack on the Unified Changeling Swarm had failed.

She found herself thinking back to the old days fondly. When she'd gone on pet playdates with the girls, and attended Shining and Cadance's wedding, and written friendship letters to Princess Celestia.

Celestia...

She stopped in the tunnel and fell to her haunches, spirits immediately crushed. Chrysalis stopped to look at her. "Twilight? What's wrong?"

"Celestia," she whimpered. "Oh Cadance, Celestia, Luna. No, no, what have I done?" For a long time she'd tried not to think about it, but this was a time of revelations and hindsight. And regrets. So many regrets.

Chrysalis stepped closer. "Twilight? Twi? Are you okay?"

Twi. The pet name she'd had so many decades ago. Oh, hearing it again sent a shiver through her entire body. Not even Spike, on the rare occasions he stopped by, called her that anymore. 

She breathed in sharply. "No," she whimpered. "No, I'm not."


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Chrysalis escorted Twilight back to their room, keeping close to the tall pony and relishing in the surprising warmth of the warm-blooded mammal. Twilight shuddered and squeaked quietly next to her as they trotted. Princess Chrysalis herself could taste the emotions flowing off of her, despair and guilt. Attachment, regret and... was that love? Romantic love? Oh, that made things complicated. Admittedly there wasn't much of it, not yet, but the spark existed and it was her duty as a changeling to nurture the flame. Even if it was directed at her.

But at the moment Twilight was so crushed. Whatever she had thought of left her horribly saddened, and that took priority. Chrysalis pushed Twilight down so she was leaning against a tunnel wall. The pony queen looked up at her, hiccuping. "Hey, hey," she cooed at the pony. "What's wrong?" It hurt her to see anyling so sad; it was, after all, her duty as future queen to look out for their well being, and that instinct transferred to Twilight Sparkle.

"M-My friends, m-my family, they trusted me," she said weakly. "They trusted me and I, and I... I betrayed them just so I could... what?" She laughed bitterly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I didn't even accomplish that much; oh, nopony dared attack Equestria but t-they didn't need to, not when I did their work for them."

Hearing that made a sharp pain blossom in Chrysalis's chest. She sat down next to Twilight and wrapped her in her hooves, resting her chin on the pony's shoulder. "It's okay, it's okay."

"No, it's not," she moaned. "It's not. I'm a tyrant, I'm a bucking tyrant." Chrysalis... couldn't offer any objections to that. Queen Twilight was well known for her ruthless manner of ruling and swift removal of anything that even resembled criticism of her. She was a tyrant, through and through.

"Maybe, but the important thing is you know that now," she cooed. "You can work to make things right."

Twilight shook again, then looked up at her. "Make things right," she muttered. "Yes, I need to make it right but... how can I?"

Chrysalis raised a hole-filled forehoof to the queen's head and brushed her mane aside. "Well for starters... hold still, this will hurt." Chrysalis surged her head forward and down. She opened her mouth and snapped it shut on Twilight's neck, piercing her with her fangs.

"AAH!" the pony screamed, trying to get away.

Chrysalis just held Twilight tight in her magic and injected a potent antivenom that Mother had taught her to make. She kept her fangs deep in the side of Twilight's neck and pumped more of the fluid inside, until she judged there was enough. She pulled back and gave the two punctures wounds - bleeding golden blood - a lick with her forked tongue that accelerated the healing. "There, that should do it." Chrysalis moved to hold Twilight's right hoof in both of her own, releasing the pony from her magic.

Twilight rubbed the injury with her free hoof. "Why did you... why did you... oh." Slowly but surely, Twilight's solid mane and tail began to flow in an invisible wind, glinting stars and swirling galaxies forming in the billowing waves of infinitely deep hair. The alicorn's wings stiffened against her side, and Twilight's eyes shone. "Oh."

Suddenly, there was a wave of emotion from Twilight Sparkle. Fury, vengeance, indignity. Her long, straight horn blazed to life with swirls of magenta, teal, gold, and dark blue, all surrounding a brilliant white aura. Queen Twilight grinned... then looked at Chrysalis's horrified face. Immediately, the emotions were replaced by a spike of shame, and Twilight extinguished her magic.

She leaned forward and rested her head on Chrysalis's exoskeleton. "Thank you, Chrysalis. Thank you."

The changeling princess hugged the pony in return. "It's alright, Twilight. You're pardoned."

The feelings of love amplified, coming out from Twilight. She took a sip from them. "How about I take you to a restaurant first? I know a nice place in the hive where they offer pony food to immigrants?"

The pony looked up at her and smiled. "That, um, that sounds good. Also, do changelings have libraries?"


TO BE CONTINUED