Step One: Hostile Takeover

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In the country of Equestria, if one paused to ask a fellow passerby civilian how they defined power in modern day society, they could expect to receive many a varied answer. Some would say it was political power, held chiefly by the royal princesses who watched over the land and the people. Others would suggest military strength, pointing to Equestria’s well-bolstered forces and resilience in the face of challenges such as the invasion of Tirek, where even when faced with monumental adversity, their fighting forces would always win out one way or another. These would be considered rational answers to such an open ended question.

But to those who knew the truth, there was just one answer in the modern era Equestria resided in. One singular tool that could break an army, or foil political might with one decisive stroke. It was wealth. Those who hold the country’s money in their grasp control the very lifeblood of industry, the flow of development. It was a hidden power, one not known or recognized much in the eyes of the common man or woman. But those who knew of it, and strived to attain it, would find themselves with the means of creating change across the entire nation, and be heralded in the history books as a driving force of change, of purpose.

Chrysalis felt such a descriptor was apt for herself.

The changeling woman could be found that morning in her own home, lounging on the plush brown sofa that was positioned before the large flat-screen television that was rolling through the normal morning news briefs. Chrysalis made it a habit of late to mind the events that affected the world around her; people were so fragile lately. They could be affected by anything: a company announcing a new product, the royal family announcing new laws taking effect, even the aftermath of a sports event. With her position in society, it paid its dues to mind the thoughts and attitude of the populace.

“And in economic news, Onyx Enterprises is rumored to be negotiating a takeover of one of their closest rivals in business. Equestrian Money reported last Sunday that there were talks between the two companies taking place in secret, between shareholders and company staff involved in the negotiations. This would be the largest acquisition of Onyx Enterprises yet under the leadership of CEO Chrysalis.” The newscaster’s announcement drew a smile to her face, her lips parting to reveal perfectly aligned white teeth beneath in a grin of proud success.

Checking the time on the television, the changeling lifted herself up and stretched, deciding she had lounged enough for now. As she moved away from the sofa, her footsteps muted by the plush red carpet under her, her horn sparked to life and her magic aura levitated the remote up, switching the volume higher for her to hear as she stepped away towards the nearby bathroom to shower.

“Onyx Enterprises has really become a true force of strength in our nation’s economy. Standing high at all times on the stock market, with marked gains over the past few years, there seems to be little that can slow down Chrysalis’ momentum as she continues to head Equestria’s markets. The acquisition of Frostfire Industries, headed by Tony Moore, would further bolster Onyx’s connections into the many businesses that are spread throughout the country. Some have questioned the validity of such gains, citing claims of attempted monopolization.” The voice of the newscaster continued to follow Chrysalis as she entered the bathroom.

“Simpletons. It’s not my fault they have no vision.” She remarked. Her footsteps became light pats on the tile of the bathroom floor as she allowed the news to continue playing, able to hear it even as she flicked on her two-person sized shower. The sizable bathroom also sported a lavish vanity, the wide mirror giving Chrysalis an easy way of checking herself over as her water heated up.

The changeling CEO cast aside her bathrobe and let it fall to the floor as she inspected her features. From head to toe, the woman knew she was the envy of many, and the hopeless pursuit of many more. Her dark cerulean hair fell down past her neck and back in long, luscious strands that reached to just above her rear end. She kept it cut at the front, allowing her face to always be visible and to never hinder her vision. The eyes looking back at her were proud, confidence in the harlequin pools as they beheld her nude form. Her horn, arching in a slight curve upwards, was a sleek black, with small notches along the length that denoted the horn of a changeling.

Bringing a hand up, Chrysalis brushed her fingers over her cheeks on either side of her face, the soft flesh bearing no blemishes on the surface of her fair skin. Moving further down, her hand trailed down her long neck to her chest, dragging her fingers down along her cleavage first before giving an experimental squeeze of her impressive bosom, bringing her other hand up to join the first. Her full mounds, a size DD the last she measured, gave little sag once she finished squeezing them, jiggling for a moment until resting against her chest once more. Chrysalis relished in the knowledge of being the object of envy and jealousy alike for many women.

Stepping into the now heated shower, Chrysalis sighed and basked in the warm water for a moment before reaching for her shampoo. She could feel the rivulets of water washing over the expanse of her form, dripping down her back and over her wide hips and thighs, her long legs allowing her to stand almost at the same height as the shower faucet itself. The television’s sound came back to her focus as a new voice spoke up over the newscaster’s calm own.

“It’s an outright power play for Chrysalis to try and gain ownership over yet another business crucial to Equestria’s infrastructure. We have anti-monopoly laws for this exact reason; she has been making steady moves to become the sole beneficiary of the needs of Equestrian society, beating out competition to the point where no one else can keep up. It’s hardly fair, if you ask me!”

“Good thing I don’t listen to the opinion of empty-minded fools then,” Chrysalis told herself as she went about washing her hair, making sure to scrub every inch to give it the healthy shine she wanted it to have. Today was a special day after all. It wasn’t every day that one finally got to remove an aching thorn in their side from the playing field of life, and she was going to make sure they knew precisely who they were dealing with. She allowed the voices of the television to fade from her attention, and finished her shower a short while later.

Once she was in her closet, a towel the only item keeping her modest, the changeling let her attention wander between the various attires she could wear. What would suit her best on a day of victory: something formal and professional, to illustrate her position as CEO better? Or something more relaxed and showy, to have fun at the expense of the fools who would have trouble controlling themselves around her? The last time she went with showy, Chrysalis was certain the attendees of the meeting were far too focused on admiring her assets to pay her proper attention and respect. Granted, it did make them patsies that were easy to deal with, but it was a little boring.

Her cell ringing made the changeling stop and pull her phone to her with her magic, opening it and letting it hover as she stood there. “This is Chrysalis, go ahead.”

“Miss Chrysalis, it’s Moondancer.” The feminine voice replied on the other end. “Am I interrupting your morning?”

“Hardly, Moony. I was trying to decide how best to come to the office today. Are you calling in regard to this morning’s news?” Chrysalis questioned.

“Yes ma’am. The negotiations went better than expected. We’re poised to lay claim to Frostfire Industries and add it to our roster,” Moondancer replied.

Chrysalis brought a hand up to one of her formal dresses, the silver elegant piece glimmering under the closet light as she moved it. If anything, it was a touch gaudy for Chrysalis’ tastes: silver didn’t work well as a color on her, she reasoned.

“But your voice suggests there’s a hitch. Otherwise, you’d be telling me to just come to the office to sign the final papers.” Chrysalis pointed out.

“Yes ma’am. They insisted on meeting you face to face first. It was...Moore’s request. Something about ‘respect for their industry’ or such.” Moondancer said before sighing. “Honestly, it sounds like he might try to make a last minute appeal to change our minds. One of his last gambits.”

“Moore...always troublesome.” Chrysalis murmured while looking about the closet. Spotting a particularly sharp looking set of black business pants and button-up collared white shirt, the changeling felt she’d found her decision. “Very well then. Invite them to come to the main building. We’ll host them in one of the main convention rooms. And then we can see if there’s any bite to Moore’s bark.”

“I don’t see the point of him doing this, myself.” Moondancer commented. “We’ve already secured enough of the shares necessary to force this. Why stagnate on this last part?”

“Don’t worry, Moony. I know his game. It’s how Moore handles things when he’s at his last stretch. He likes to put on a tough show.” Chrysalis said as she took down the suit and pants to put them on. “Unfortunately for him, he’s met his match this time.”

Onyx Enterprises’ main building was situated in the between area of the Noble residence district and the heart of Canterlot’s travel network of roads and alleyways, a tall building several stories high that had affixed at the top the word “ONYX” in clear display for anyone to see whether they were on the ground or in the air. Some speculated that in a show of wealth, Chrysalis had actually lined the display with genuine onyx stones, just to show she could afford such a display. The changeling had yet to comment on the truth of the matter to the public: why not let them indulge in a little fanciful imagining, if it occupied them so?

Emerging from the limo that had driven her to the building, Chrysalis stepped forward towards her place of business, casting a glance up at the higher floors. It was the final few floors at the top of the building that housed the larger rooms meant for the meetings like the one she was coming for. In a way, it humored her to imagine Moore trying to glare at her from the window, as if he were hoping she’d be late. There was no way she’d be late to something as important as this.

Her personal suitcase in one hand, containing her copies of the documents pertaining to her acquisition of Frostfire Industries, Chrysalis used her other hand to open the door and walk into the wide lobby of the ground floor. A receptionist’s desk was centered in the middle of the floor, a circular design with three different workers tending to any incoming calls as well as mail. Her heels clicked against the tiled floor as she made for the main elevator to the right of the room, and the closest receptionist took notice as she passed by.

“Good morning, Miss Chrysalis!” The redhead chirped, earning a cursory nod from the changeling as she passed by. “You’re looking very savvy today!”

The outfit she’d picked at home was fit for the occasion: crisp black business pants that were form fitting, but loose enough around the hips and waistline to not feel like a vice-grip on her large figure. The white button-up shirt was tucked in, and she’d thrown on a black jacket overtop it as well, leaving it undone to let her breathe with ease while retaining a formal, professional appearance. Her hair had been pulled back into a straight long ponytail that started high atop her head and ended at the small of her back. To cap it off, a small pair of glasses sat cozily on her nose, unnecessary for her vision but only furthering the appearance of a professional CEO that she liked to exude.

“Thank you, Cherry. Is Moondancer waiting for me upstairs?” she questioned as she awaited the elevator’s arrival from the higher floors.

“Yes, ma’am. Do you want us to divert any calls to your office until the meeting is done?” Cherry asked.

“That’d be greatly appreciated. I wish for no interruptions particularly today; it’s a very important meeting after all.” Chrysalis replied. A moment later, the elevator gave a clear ding sound as the doors slid apart. It wasn’t unoccupied, though; Chrysalis arched an eyebrow at the spectacled woman standing inside. “Moondancer. Got a little impatient, did you?”

“I wanted to make sure to talk to you before you got into the room.” she replied. The mare’s multicolored mane was a little frazzled, but it was natural to see the amaranth and purple strands looking a little haphazard. Being Chrysalis’ personal assistant meant she was on the go a great deal, though it elevated her to a high status within the company. It was through Moondancer that Chrysalis had an easier time managing busy days, as she stayed punctual and efficient even when tired.

“Oh? Is this finally an attempt at asking for a vacation?” Chrysalis teased her as she entered the elevator, pushing the 6th floor button and folding her arms as she eyed her assistant. “I thought you’d never get around to it.”

“I can hardly take a vacation when you go and manage to acquire one of our biggest rival companies, now can I?” Moondancer replied. “I almost spat my coffee this morning when I received the confirmation papers. I thought we’d need to wait for another couple of weeks before getting a decision.”

“Well, it's hardly my fault they’re quick to act. The ship Frostfire’s been sailing for the past few years may have weathered many waves, but it only takes one mutiny to change a ship’s course.” The changeling said. “Of course, Moore isn’t one to just step aside so readily. I imagine that’s why he’s called for this meeting in person. If he can find some loophole or glitch to let him retain control over his company, he’ll not pass it up.”

“Be that as it may, ma’am, I’ve double checked each page along with Thorax. There’s really nothing he can do here. It’s grandstanding at the most.” Moondancer answered. “We’ve secured enough shares to acquire them, and we’ve been cleared by the Canterlot Financial Bureau as well for it. What’s left to do?”

Chrysalis just smiled as the elevator came to a stop on the final floor. “I’ve tangoed with Moore a few times now leading to this. He doesn’t give ground just because someone tells him to. If anything, its something he’ll only give if he knows he has to.” Chrysalis stepped out of the elevator with Moondancer following behind her, the pair making for the meeting room in the right corner of the floor.

When the changeling entered the room, her magic wasn’t needed at all to pick up on the tension that was swirling about the room. On her side of the meeting table was an ebony-haired and black-suited individual, who bore a dark horn in a similar style as she did. Looking up from his paperwork to her, she could see Thorax’s usually relaxed, youthful face was taut with nervousness. Moondancer must have left him here to fetch her from the ground floor, but he seemed to ease up a little with her return and the CEO’s presence joining his side of the table.

“Miss Chrysalis.” he greeted with a bow of his head, earning a nod from the changeling woman before she turned her attention across the table. The two busybodies on either side of Moore were no one that Chrysalis recognized herself, but she guessed they were likely legal associates attending to aid Moore if necessary. They both bore similar grey suits, the only marked difference between the two men being one had on a red tie while the other wore a green tie.

Moore was a marked difference compared to the other two would-be protectors of Frostfire’s assets. Tony Moore, the CEO of Frostfire Industries, was a thorn that had been stuck in Chrysalis’ side for the better part of seven years. Unlike his tense looking lawyers, the black-haired man was calm, his hands clasped together on the table while he stared her down. He sat at a taller height than his company did, though he still came short in comparison with herself. His cornflower blue eyes couldn’t hide his irritation in being at such a meeting, but his body language otherwise communicated patience. His shoulders weren’t squared, and if she could see his legs beneath the table’s edge, they’d no doubt be planted on the floor, feet kept from tapping as he sat there. To his credit, unlike his accompanying assistants, not one drop of sweat fell down his tan peach-colored skin.

The rivalry they shared had started in a small fashion back then, a competition between growing businesses over clients and who could outdo the other. One couldn’t ascertain if there was ever a clear winner between them when they clashed: when Chrysalis would seem to edge ahead of Moore, he’d come from behind with an unexpected twist that put them even with each other. Likewise, any time Moore seemed to triumph over Chrysalis’ efforts, the changeling would make a surprise maneuver that would neutralize any gains Moore had. It was sometimes vicious to the point that Chrysalis had made it a general rule that no one who ever worked for Moore could come to work for her company, no matter how well-accredited they were.

“Chrysalis.” Moore spoke, a firm but calm recognition of her joining the table.

“Moore.” she replied back, giving him the same courtesy but managing a smile just to spite him. She cast a glance at each of his lawyers, both giving a twitch at being under her stare. “I see you brought your guard dogs with you. Was our reception that cold?”

“I always come prepared, Chrysalis. When someone’s coming for my company’s throat, I tend to try and react accordingly.” He replied. “A hostile takeover isn’t something you just pass over at the breakfast table.”

“Well, it makes for a humorous show. But you need to face facts, Moore. You slipped and let your guard down, and I acted.” Chrysalis said, continuing to smile as she saw the corner of Moore’s right eye twitch. “Of course, some would try to argue that you have ways out. That’s why tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum are here. But as you no doubt saw from Thorax’s documents, which were inspected by the Canterlot Financial Bureau themselves, there’s no loopholes here for you to jump through.”

Moore sighed and straightened up in his seat. He kept his gaze on Chrysalis only, not even pausing to acknowledge the passive insult to his lawyers. “And what’s stopping us from buying out the stocks you have from under you? One call, and this whole situation could swap right now.” He countered.

“The Pac-Man defense only works when you have investors to buy from. The stocks of my company are invested only in the top levels, such as Thorax and Moondancer here. Along with my board, for instance.” She fired back. “And you’d be borrowing more than you can collect. We’ve been steadily climbing in price ever since the rumors broke of us making a move on your company, while yours has only held steady.”

Moore grit his teeth but steeled himself, making Chrysalis’ smile only grow. “And suppose the company suddenly plummeted in value?”

“You could try that, of course. But you’d only be muddying your own reputation, and your business. Not to mention your employees’ futures who would still be attached to Frostfire.” The back and forth had the other attending members of the room left to just watch as the heads of each company sparred verbally. “Face it, Moore. By the time you could even try to enact that countermeasure, I would already be in possession of your company and preventing any sort of sabotage. And if any of your would-be helpers tried to aid you, I could cut them at a moment’s notice.”

Moore’s hands tightened their grip on each other, his frustration silent while Chrysalis held back a derisive laugh at his defeated aura. As she had told him, every avenue or recourse he could take had been prepared for by her and her team. It was just a matter of getting him to concede, and he was almost there. Finally after several years, she had him right where she wanted to pluck him from her side and be done with his annoyance. It was almost a little sad in a way; she was going to miss having that kind of competition from him. Not that she savored him as a person, far from it; more that if nothing else, Moore was a worthy competitor to her business.

“Perhaps you’d like a minute to discuss your options with your lawyers?” She offered, making him look up from his clenched hands. The white knuckles eased a little and relaxed their coloring at her words. “What options you have, at least.”

“That would...be very gracious of you.” He told her. Nodding, Chrysalis stood from her seat, straightening her jacket before turning and walking out of the room, Moondancer and Thorax in tow. Once outside of the room, she closed the door shut but could still see inside since the blinds were still up. The three were conversing in what looked like harsh, angry words, no doubt inspired from Chrysalis’ unrelenting block of every recourse they thought they had available.

“You’ve got him on the ropes already. The stress of this acquisition must be really getting to him.” Thorax commented, drawing Chrysalis’ attention to the smaller changeling. “I could pick up on it with every few seconds passing.”

Moondancer piped in from her right.“I expected a little more bark out of him, myself. But he can think ahead. He’s probably trying to see if there’s a way to salvage the company from your impending grasp. He could sell off the most important assets to try and limit your gains from the takeover.”

Chrysalis turned her back to the room and looked out at the open space of the conference level room. “That’s not like him. He’s not a man to cut and run, he’s far too proud for that. If I had to garner a guess, he may try to barter to secure the safety of his employees over himself. Like the noble little twit he is.”

“You’ve not really been too clear with us on what will happen after the acquisition. I think that’s part of his stress, since you’ve kept that card close to the chest ma’am.” Thorax said. “Some of the employees reckon you’ll squash it outright, just to spite him.”

“I could.” She admitted. “And it would be a lot of fun to sit and watch the wrecking balls plow through the office to make room for a new parking structure. But...hmm.” She paused to let her train of thought wander. Just what could she do with his company? Standard takeover procedures meant that this was merely a transfer of ownership and control, and the company’s business could continue on with only minimal changes as needed. But Moore would no longer run the business, as she would be claiming his spot as owner of Frostfire. The victory was clear, but the satisfaction wasn’t rising with it. Something was still missing.

“It’s going to be an awful lot of paperwork either way. We’re going to be ordering plenty of takeout for long nights going over all the forms and adjusting everything.” Moondancer said with a sigh. “The banes of being in a successful business.”

“Won’t be that bad, Moony. You always like ordering Eastern veggies. Or from that little family place on Restaurant Row?” Thorax replied. “You remembered to add on their coupon booklet to your mail list, right?”

Chrysalis paused as something clicked in her head. Something terrible, devious, but wicked and cunning no less. Turning around to look at Moore and his lawyers still within the conference room, Chrysalis’ lips spread into an evil smile before she turned to Thorax.

“Thorax, dear, I believe you just gave me a wonderful idea. A wonderful, awful idea.”

“You have an offer for us?” Moore asked. The incredulous expression on his face made Chrysalis resist rolling her eyes, and she settled for a slow nod instead.

“My partners here reminded me of a particularly important detail I may have overlooked in this scenario of ours. But it’s something that can work to benefit the both of us.” She explained. By this point, Moondancer and Thorax were also looking a little confused. Chrysalis had yet to explain what the idea was that she’d come up with out in the hallway, but it was too tempting an idea to let it be sidetracked by them or any concerns they could’ve issued.

“Last I checked, this was a situation of my loss and your gain only. Unless you’ve grown some sort of charitable streak in the ten minutes from when you stepped outside, you’ll have to forgive me for not believing you.” Moore replied. Chrysalis felt her smile slip a little, but bit back the irritation at his remark to focus on the plan.

“Not many discuss it often, but acquiring a target company takes its toll on the host company as well. If the target company has low stock wealth, for instance, it takes a good deal of labor to bring that company up to par. Yours is currently low, meaning I would have quite a bit of legwork to do. On top of that, assimilating your office’s staff, their procedures, and all their contracts and clientele would add untold amounts of work to my own staff, since they would be adjusting your business to suit our standards.”

“Get to the point, Chrysalis.” Moore said. His gruff tone made the changeling scoff, and she gave her cerulean hair a toss behind her shoulder before eyeing Moore, boring into his blue eyes with her harlequin green own.

“It’s a job offer. You come to work for me, and help oversee Frostfire’s transition into my company.” She stated.

Moore flinched, as if he was flicked on the forehead by Chrysalis’ words. Chrysalis herself could feel the confusion and abject shock of Moondancer and Thorax on either side of her, but stayed put, letting the offer hang in the air.

“You cannot be serious.” Moore replied after several seconds of quiet. “Is this really the time for a joke at my expense?”

“I’m hardly joking.” Chrysalis insisted. “You see, Moore, it takes a strong woman like myself a fair bit to admit when she may or may not be at a disadvantage. Now, could I handle your company on my own? Of course. I hold no illusions of that.” The changeling scooted her chair back and stood, speaking as she paced over to the side of the table. “But efficiency is one of the key tools of any business, big or small. I’ve managed to keep the gears of my business turning so fast because I keep things efficient. Now, I stand poised to add a large piece to my carefully constructed empire, and it bears considering how I can maintain that efficiency.”

“I’m not hearing a job offer coming out of this.” Moore interrupted, standing from his own seat.

“Tony, you need to hear her out.” One of the suited lawyers with him started, only for Moore to shake his head.

“No, Bensly. This is how she plays. She makes it sound like she has some sort of good offer, dangles it in front of you like a cat’s toy, and then swipes it away before kicking you to the curb laughing.” Moore insisted. “This offer is all a sham for something else. It has to be.”

Chrysalis frowned at Moore’s steadfast objection, and huffed. “If this is how you handle negotiations, no wonder your company fell to mine so fast. Now you can either let me finish, Moore, or I can indeed kick you to the curb, as you so aptly put it, and kill any chance you have of staying with your company.” She threatened. When Moore stayed silent, his eyes still glaring at her even with the threat withstanding, she continued. “Now...if I bring Frostfire into the fold, it's going to take very in-depth knowledge of your company’s connections and workings to make the transition smooth and easy for all involved. And you are the most qualified in that department, are you not?”

“You’re damn right I am.” He muttered. Chrysalis folded her arms over her sizeable chest and smirked at the defiant man before her.

“Then I have every reason to offer you a position as advisor and consult to help manage Frostfire’s interests and business. Of course, it won’t be quite the authoritative post you’ve had till now. You’ll be under my banner, after all. Meaning you answer to me with every decision. And as my advisor, you would also be responsible for helping manage this company as well, not just the one sole interest.”

“What’s the catch?” He questioned.

“Aside from suffering through the regular work week we all do? Hardly anything.” Chrysalis replied. “You’ll just transition from working for your own interests, to mine.”

“And what of my employees? My coworkers? My friends who would likely be screaming for me to not take this?” He pressed on.

“They keep their jobs. I’ve no reason to make things harder for myself. No one loses anything in this venture, Moore.”

“Except for me, since I’m being pulled out of my CEO position by you.”

“And being moved into a much more profitable, much more reaching line of work instead of your current, stagnant position. Under me, Frostfire will benefit greatly, and become a great tool to further my own success, and your own by association. With me at the reins, I can propel Frostfire and my own company to even further heights. And with that will come profits and success abound for all of us involved.” Chrysalis spared a glance at the two lawyers still seated and smirked. “You could even give tweedle-dee and dum a vacation.”

“And all this comes just from me agreeing to work for you? A partnership?” Moore asked.

“Partnership is a little too strong. The offer is you coming to work for me. It means I will be your boss, and you do what I tell you to.” Chrysalis explained. “Do that, and Frostfire gets to stay alive and active, instead of being demolished for parking. No one takes a loss. At least, not a whole one.”

Moore stayed put for several seconds, staring down Chrysalis with all the intensity he could seem to muster. His unwillingness to yield was bending with each passing moment, and the changeling could feel it in the air between them. Merciless in business as she was, she was still honest where it counted. No one else spoke up between the two, as she was sure they knew this was a negotiation solely between them; it was a battle of wills between Moore and herself. When he finally bowed his head, Chrysalis raised an eyebrow, prepared for some ridiculous tirade of “integrity of character” or “no amount of money could bribe him” or whatever he wanted to pitch.

“I want it in writing. A full, proper, legal contract. Binding on both ends.” He said, lifting his gaze to hers again. “No loopholes. No tricks. No backdoors.”

Well. Even she could be surprised.

“Thorax?” She called to the other changeling, who had been jotting down notes since Chrysalis had first pitched her offer.

“I can have one prepared by tomorrow, ma’am. And adhering to the guidelines you offered, as strict as Mr. Moore would require.” He assured to them both. “Mr. Moore’s lawyers will be free to look it over as well, to meet their satisfaction.”

“There you have it then. So, do we have an agreement?” Chrysalis asked, bringing her hand up between herself and Moore.

The weary-looking man eyed her hand with caution, as if she had a mousetrap waiting to pop as soon as their fingers touched. But she didn’t pull away, and finally, Moore brought his hand up and shook hers. His skin was a little cold, she could tell, but the grip was firm even so. His tension left him the moment she finished the handshake, the aura around him shifting to one of resignation.

“A pleasure doing business, Moore.” Chrysalis declared before turning away and nodding at Moondancer and Thorax, the pair getting up to follow after her as she made for the door. “We’ll be in touch tomorrow then. If you have any further questions, you can direct them to my office or Moondancer.” She called over her shoulder.

“Chrysalis.”

The changeling stopped, and looked over her shoulder at her business rival turned partner. “Yes?”

“...never mind. We’ll...be in touch.” Moore clipped out, and Chrysalis smirked.

“You’re welcome, Moore. And welcome to the Onyx family.” She said, exiting in triumph with her associates behind her. She knew the two would have plenty of questions concerning the sudden decision, how the board of directors would take it, and a mass of other issues that she could expect to handle later today. It would all be worth it, though. Finally, after several years of conflicting interests, clashing over clients, and a cold war waged through customers and products, Chrysalis had gained the true upper hand over her rival.

It’s good to be the Queen of business.

Step Two: New Perspectives

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Green-tipped fingernails tapped along the table as Chrysalis’ eyes scanned the meeting room before her. It was another one of the usual weekly meetings where she would be updated on the standing of her companies and their overall profits and losses. A few of the faces were new at the table, no doubt the result of changes in staffing within their departments. The current speaker, a Mr. Scales, was blathering through the report and like any diligent CEO, Chrysalis was listening. The changeling couldn’t be faulted for being a little bored; such meetings were just another tedious duty for her to attend to.

A brief glance to her right made her gaze harden, as Moore was completely fixated on what Scales was saying. His hands were steepled together, blue eyes centered on the grey-haired, portly-looking man. Scales wasn’t much of a talker. He often stuttered when asked a question, and seemed more comfortable hiding at his desk than being in the figurative spotlight, yet Moore gave him his full attention without missing a beat. It almost made Chrysalis want to sneer, but she reined it in to keep her poise.

“A-as for Onyx’s total overall growth,” Scales paused to flip his report over, making Chrysalis raise an eyebrow as she detected a foreboding hesitation that emanated from him, “w-we have observed an overall 15% growth in company stock and profit. So we are making good strides thus far after the acquisition of Frostfire Industries.”

This caught Chrysalis’ attention, making her straighten in her seat and clear her throat. The simple act brought everyone’s attention to her, while her gaze zeroed in on Scales who had just seated himself. “Mr. Scales, did I hear you correctly that we only grew by 15%?” she questioned.

“Yes ma’am. W-we uh...it was 15% total,” he repeated for her. His attempt at a smile looked like it almost hurt him, being under her gaze.

Chrysalis’ lips did not even inch one bit upwards. “Correct me if I am wrong, Mr. Scales, but,” she started as she began tapping her fingernails again, “didn’t we project 30% growth by this point?”

“U-uh, well, y-yes ma’am. Originally, we had projected a 30% expected growth, based off of early investment speculation,” he replied. He brought a hand up to tug at his collar as he continued. “But the uh...t-the issue ma’am, is we hit a bit of...a-a snag.”

“And what kind of snag is that, pray tell?” Chrysalis asked. Her fingernails continued tapping upon the wooden table, audible through her words.

“Some of...some of the investors are waiting to see what happens, ma’am,” he tried to explain. “We’ve spoken with several of the financial analysts, and many are saying that they want to see what our intentions are with Frostfire. They, um,” he paused as he spared a glance at Moore, prompting Chrysalis to look at him as well. His expression was unchanged, appearing patient as if curious about what Scales was going to say. It tugged at her temper, and she scowled at him.

“They what, Scales?”

“B-because of our acquisition of Mr. Moore’s company, and the competition that was garnered between the two, many are worried further investment would be wasted if you only intend to harm the company. Ma’am.” He answered.

Chrysalis sighed and brought two fingers up to rub her temple on the right side of her head. A headache was starting to form, and the general vibe of anxiety emanating off of Scales as much as the other members of the meeting sans Moore wasn’t helping. She could usually enjoy them being a bit afraid, but fear in this instance suggested wrongdoing. Taking a slow breath, Chrysalis pressed on.

“Those imbeciles are insane to think I’d damage my own property.” She muttered before addressing the room. “People, we cannot allow for this kind of slack to take hold in our company. When we project a growth, we seek to meet it, or even shoot beyond it if possible. It falls to us to make sure we meet the high standards of this enterprise. And if someone is responsible, we cut the weakness out and establish a stronger force to make up for the loss.”

A few seemed confused by Chrysalis’ wording, looking to one another. Scales, however, saw the underlying message and paled. His nervousness was reaching throughout his form now, his hands shaking atop the table as he tried to compose himself.

“M-miss Chrysalis, I’ve done nothing but worked to make things better for you and Onyx Enterprises. T-this is just a momentary delay! A-all they need is a little time, and—”

“Time is a luxury afforded only when allowed.” Chrysalis cut him off, the man flinching at her cold tone. “And in the eyes of others, us lagging after what’s supposed to be a simple acquisition and growth of our business gives room for them to try and grow themselves. To try and make a move on us. If you cannot keep to the expectations I set forward, then perhaps someone else can?”

Scales looked ready to wilt and collapse in his seat, but Chrysalis took no satisfaction in his subservient attitude. The point remained that she was taking a hit here to her company instead of continuing to strive forward, and that would not do by any means. It’d be a bit of a pain to replace Scales, since he was an experienced employee of many years, but it would only be brief. She was getting a bit tired of his stutter anyway.

“Might I cut in here?”

Moore’s voice snapped through the fog of anxiety mulling in the air around Scales and the others, while Chrysalis had to bite back a snort and turned to her new advisor.

“For what, might I ask?” Chrysalis questioned.

“Acting in the interest of the company, of course. As your advisor.” Moore replied. His sheer calm before her tugged at her temper again, making the changeling clench her fist beneath the table to keep from lashing out verbally. “Mr. Scales, it is my understanding that you did meet with each of these analysts and obtained these reports from them. Is that right?”

“Y-yes, Mr. Moore sir.” Scales replied.

“So, logic would dictate that Scales’ job was actually done right. The projections he put forward were backed by his team’s research, but even a well-calculated guess can be off the mark from unexpected variables.” Moore continued. “The only people causing us trouble are the people outside of the company’s employment, the customers and clients we need to reach.” At this, he turned to face Chrysalis, who regarded him with a scowl.

“Is there a point to this speculation, Moore?”

“Indeed there is. We need to simply up our game and further reassure the outside world that Onyx Enterprises is only going to strive for further success, and not squander potential.” Moore told her. Chrysalis didn’t bat an eye at Moore’s calm aura; unlike the others, he had enough of a backbone to not be intimidated just because of her position as CEO. The black-haired male turned back to address Scales.

“What I’d advise is, instead of treating this as some sort of failure, turn it into an opportunity. If the holdouts want reassurance of their investments, we just need to show some genuine growth and progress. For example: using the 15% increase we have obtained and moving it to departments or areas that can in turn show further reason for investment. If we make it come full circle, so that we can have a continuous growth, our future goals can be met. What’s more, they may be met at even faster intervals once we gain enough momentum.”

The rest of the room nodded at the analysis as he laid it out for them. Scales especially seemed thankful, his anxiety mellowing as Moore spoke. When he had finished, the rest of the room turned to the changeling CEO who had yet to stop glaring at Moore’s intrusion on her position. Realizing that the rest of the room was waiting for her decision, Chrysalis comprehended her go-to response would only hinder her, even with the satisfaction of eliminating Scales just to spite Moore and his suggestion. The business side of her mind, however, made it clear that she needed to give here, to better reach the intended goal of success she desired.

“Mr. Moore’s suggestion holds...some merit, I suppose.” She finally let out, turning her attention back to the gathered employees. “Perhaps I was a little...rash, in having such high expectations so fast without considering potential hurdles or outside elements. Mr. Scales?”

“Y-yes ma’am?”

“You keep your post for now. I will, however, expect regular updates on our progress and any other future problems that may arise in the near future.” She instructed him, getting a nod from the heavy-set man. “If you’ll excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. Moore, come with me.”

The abrupt ending to the meeting caught a couple off guard, but Chrysalis didn’t care to pay them any heed. She made for her office across the level, her steps echoing on the tile as she half paced, half stomped towards her personal area. Moore kept pace with long strides, but to her further irritation, seemed unaffected by the idea of being alone with her while she was angry. Her magic acted on her will, opening the door and closing it hard once she and Moore were inside.

“I thought that went rather well.” Moore’s comment finally snapped her patience, and Chrysalis turned to him with a snarl on her lips, her fangs bared as she grit her teeth in anger.

“How fucking dare you upstage me in my own business. Who the hell do you think you are, Moore?” She demanded.

“Your advisor, for one.” He replied. His calm was more defiant to her in this moment than if he’d outright slapped her. He was completely ignoring the chain of command, the implied hierarchy she had worked to establish in her business. “You were only considering one option. A smart and capable leader considers more than the one option at the table.”

“Don’t talk down to me like a child!” She half-yelled. “You think I hadn’t considered that option myself? That I could just let it go and believe in good faith things are progressing fine?”

“I wonder if all changelings behave like this. So brash when they think they’re challenged.” Moore replied, meeting her gaze as his hands fell to his pockets. “Is that why those rogue sects tried to assault the capital all those years ago? And failed spectacularly in one day?”

Chrysalis growled, but drew in her anger and capped off the response she’d have liked to usher out. He was just trying to push her buttons, to get her riled up because it was the game for him now. Moore wanted her to get upset; one could even argue it was throwing himself in the line of fire just to have grounds to use against her in the future. Taking a slow breath, Chrysalis turned away from Moore and walked over to one of the nearby windows. The high vantage allowed one a view of much of the city, all the way past the central park and beyond to the city’s residential areas to the East.

“Those changelings...they were fools.” She answered. “They were of the mindset that pure magical might would be enough to grip a country, and make everyone bend at the knee in respect to it. But they miscalculated horribly. And even though I had no ties to them, save for my very magic, I was forced to act to make sure I was set apart from them. Because the imbeciles of Canterlot, of Equestria, all of them just see the twisted horn, the green glow of our magic, and we’re all colored the same way.”

She turned back to Moore, glaring at him. “I am not like my estranged kin. I’m not one to be lured into simple tricks, to be manipulated, and least of all disrespected. I worked through blood, sweat, and tears to get my company from the ground to where it stands now, and on top of that, elevating myself above others so they had no choice but to acknowledge me. To respect me.” The carpeted floor muffled her footsteps as she approached Moore.

“I gave you this position to give you a chance to stay in our circle of work, Moore. To keep you in the know, so you wouldn’t be left to squirm and pathetically beg on the streets for some sort of second-rate position. Instead of obliterating you and your employees, I gave them all a chance to continue on, with only the small request of understanding that I, not you, are the boss now.”

“A boss earns respect from the effort and work they put in, not just being a pretty face and relishing the profits her employees earn her.” Moore countered. “You might be savvy with some aspects of business, but you’re not gonna see me bowing over hand and knee anytime soon.”

Chrysalis scoffed. “I don’t need to. This pretty face saw that aplenty when you signed your contract agreeing to work for me. In case you forgot.” She pointed out back at him. “But, fine; I guess you must think you still have some bark in your bite, is that it?”

“You wouldn’t have offered me the job of advisor if I didn’t, Chrysalis.”

Chrysalis flicked her hair out of her face with her hand and sighed. “Oh, Moore. It’s adorable how you try to act like a big boy. But if you’re going to talk big, then play big.” She said, making him stare in confusion at her words.

“What’re you on about?”

“A challenge. To really see if you’re worth the post I have you in, or if for once in my life, I misjudged you and you’re just a ball of hot air.” She explained as she turned away and walked to her desk, turning back around to face him as she leaned against it. “I mean, I can’t just sign you on and not have you prove yourself. Of course, you can back out if you want, but it’ll mean the termination of your contract and your ass out those doors faster than any of the Wonderbolts can fly.”

Moore snorted but folded his arms over his chest, unbudging. “And if I beat your little challenge, then I stay on, and you actually listen to what I have to say?”

“I’ll give it due consideration.”

“...Fine. Bring it on.”

Chrysalis only grinned at his acceptance; he didn’t even seem to grasp how she’d walked him right into the trap of the challenge, away from his thoughts on her work methods. It was Moore’s confidence, or rather arrogance, that she reasoned would be his undoing and her entertainment.

“Let’s get started then.”

The first of Chrysalis’ plans to try and get through to break Moore’s stubborn will was enacted the next day following that meeting. Being the CEO, Chrysalis needed little effort to designate Moore as the head of several of her lesser assets. She reasoned that Moore could handle them, being much smaller in scale compared to Onyx or Frostfire’s own size. She set the limit to three, a caution in case Moore’s actions went south or if he attempted sabotage. Informing the advisor of his new charges had been an amusing encounter, she recalled. He’d almost looked to blow a blood vessel.

“You seriously expect me to handle three other companies, as well as advising you on all others? How can you expect me to do that?” Moore demanded, glaring at the changeling who was seated behind her desk.

“Come now, Tony. You’re in the big leagues now, and being in the big leagues means having big responsibilities.” She had taunted him, enjoying the frustration on his face. “Of course, if you have too much trouble, you can always tell me so. After all, we both know that I can handle this kind of work quite well. How else did I get you onboard?”

Moore scoffed, but folded his arms over his chest in defiance. “I’d sooner shave my head bald than admit that to you. We both know that.”

“Indeed we do.” Chrysalis said, grinning still as he departed to carry out his duties.

Chrysalis took no small amount of glee in learning that Moore found many a trouble in each of the companies she’d handed him. She was all too well aware of Crystal Radio’s staffing issues, and of the lack of organization in Hardhoof’s Manufacturing; such assets were easy enough to control and earn profit from, she knew, but managing them and improving them was a headache enough for her to leave them alone. But Chrysalis kept her eye on Moore’s progress regardless; those were still her properties, and any problems they might cause were problems caused for her, and no such thing would stand. Each week, she asked for a progress report on each company, learning of Moore’s progress and what he was doing to make sure he fulfilled her task.

What she did not count on, however, was for Moore to actually succeed.

At first, the CEO took it as a simple upswing with the season progressing. Stock prices would change at an ever unpredictable fluctuation, and in accordance, so too would her wealth. But the steady increase with each week, as reported by Moore and fact-checked by her own two eyes, showed that Moore’s diligence was stronger than she’d expected. And what’s worse: she could find no error in his actions. Moore had reshuffled, reorganized, overturned and adjusted each company he’d been given duty over, and the results spoke for themselves.

This was not an entirely negative outcome to the changeling woman. Such success in each company meant an improvement for Chrysalis’ standing. Several of her competitors took notice of these improvements, and so too did the investors, as they left their once-solid associates to ally themselves to her empire. She should have taken such news as a success, and were it any other person, she’d have obliged to a request for a raise in pay or maybe even a promotion. But beyond her practiced smile and calm boiled an irritated woman watching her plan backfire before her eyes.

“It’s utterly infuriating. He actually met my challenge and bested it.” She said as she read over the latest report. The changeling was seated in her office, her sole company being Moondancer who had brought her the report as well as her regular notices and memos. Chrysalis didn’t look up from the paperwork, hoping that under her scrutiny, some sort of mishap or mistake would show itself. Misuse of resources, improper staffing, loss in sales; but nothing of the kind yielded under her glare.

“Most bosses would be happy to see the progress, even if it is at the hands of someone they don’t like particularly.” Moondancer replied, adjusting her glasses that had been sliding down her nose. “We can’t forget, this man was your business rival. He had to have some degree of skill to hold that spot.”

“Even so.” Chrysalis started, but sighed and set the report down, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. “Most people would be overburdened by such an undertaking. They’d call on someone in my position for help, which I would have given. The point of this was cutting down that asshole’s confidence so he’d not think himself so high and mighty, and yet, he goes and makes things actually work!”

“To be fair, Chrysalis, this isn’t a total failure. The improvements he made to each company mean they function that much better, and in turn, will make you that much more profit. We can take success from that, at least.” Moondancer offered.

Chrysalis looked over at the bookish woman before her, giving a quiet nod at her statement. “I suppose it was a bit of a gamble either way. It’ll take more than just work to make him break.” She admitted. “I honestly wish he’d be more like you, Moony. At least you show me some degree of respect.”

“So long as my paycheck says to, sure.”

Chrysalis snorted, shaking her head while Moondancer offered a sly smile. “You’d be one of the last ones to ever get a pay cut. Your talents are far too useful.” She told her.

Thinking on it, Moondancer had been a true diamond in the rough for her to uncover. When Chrysalis had first begun to climb the corporate ladder, there were many hazards and pitfalls waiting to swallow her up and cut off her ascension early. One of those was a lack of assistance in managing her own duties, leaving the changeling to spend many a late night working to keep to task at what was expected of her. Even then, she knew that there was a better way of doing this, of running her responsibilities, but the answer eluded her until one visit to the local library.

At the time, Chrysalis’ job was desk work for a mineral resource company, Blackstone. She had been tasked with compiling a report on potential new companies to invest in, but it was taxing as she found little aid from anyone else at the office. Within the local library, while trying to skim for books to help her, Chrysalis had come upon the then librarian who was more than happy to offer her assistance. Explaining her purpose led Moondancer to assist her far beyond just locating the books she’d need; she was even able to readily explain just what kinds of minerals Blackstone would be smart to dig for and use, while what to avoid in the future to keep from losing profits.

Her report had proven true, and led Chrysalis to soon establish a friendship and working partnership with Moondancer. Her resourcefulness and intellect was an unexpected boon, and once Chrysalis had climbed up far enough in the ladder to earn her own assistant, Moondancer had been her first choice. Her organizational talents had been a godsend, as well as her strict taste for order and no-nonsense mannerisms. Professionally speaking, Chrysalis would be hard pressed to find as exemplary an assistant as she was.

“Was there anything else, Moony? Or is that it for the report?” She questioned.

Moondancer flipped through the pages in her grasp before looking up at the changeling again. “Other than the regular daily memo I gave you this morning, no ma’am.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted from today. I feel like a good drink at home is the right remedy.” Chrysalis told her. “You can go on ahead and head home for today if you want. I’m going to go over these a final time. Moore isn’t the only stubborn one around here.”

Moondancer stood up from her seat, straightening her dark skirt with her magic before nodding. “If you’re sure, Chrysalis. Don’t overtax yourself. The first plan isn’t the best plan, usually.” She advised to her, earning a nod from the cerulean-haired CEO. “Speaking of plans, I might see if Thorax would want to grab a bite to eat.”

“Might want a bite of you, maybe.” Chrysalis muttered.

“What was that?” Moondancer questioned.

“Oh, nothing. Just reading something aloud.” Chrysalis told her. “Thorax’s probably still in his office. Just knock.” When Moondancer had departed, Chrysalis shook her head and went back to reading the reports. Time blurred from there for the changeling, but by the time she’d finished again, a good half hour had passed. Her own phone was pinging her to tell her the working day was done, and she clicked off the alert before standing from her desk and stretching, extending her arms up above her before letting them fall to her sides.

Exiting the office, Chrysalis paused as an unfamiliar feeling of warmth crossed over her form. The entire office level was unusually hot, making her business clothes feel stuffy in short time. “What the hell now.” She muttered, making for the thermostat controls on the far side of the room. The small apparatus was giving an error message on its display, making Chrysalis frown upon reading it. “Don’t I pay them enough to keep this thing running?”

“I don’t know. Do you?”

‘Tartarus take me now.’ Chrysalis thought to herself before turning to face Moore, who had appeared on her right. “Moore. What a great face to see.” She greeted, letting her dry tone convey all the sarcasm she needed. “It seems the maintenance crew neglected to finish fixing the AC units.”

“It was in the memo from this morning. The wiring needs fixing, so they had to turn it off this morning for some of the levels. Your office is ventilated, but outside of it, the rest of us bake.” He informed her. “Another perk of the top.”

“Save the social commentary for another day, Moore. I’ve spent the better part of today having to review your actions, and that used up just about all the patience I had.” She told him, turning away from the apparatus to make for the elevator. That drink she was thinking to get when she got home was turning stiffer now that she had Moore nearby. It brought back to the surface of her mind all the irritation he’d given through his profitable, if defiant acts.

“Didn’t find any trap holes, did you?”

“If I did, you wouldn’t be standing here.” Chrysalis replied. “For that matter, why are you even here?”

“As per your instructions, I was backing up a copy of all my reports for safekeeping. The office you granted me is on the opposite side of the floor.” He explained, pointing a finger at one of the few doorways other than Chrysalis’ office on this floor. It had no nameplate, since Moore’s position as overseer of those companies wasn’t an official post just yet, only a trial run. “Hardly my fault if you ignore me being here.”

“Oh, if only.” Chrysalis grumbled as they both came to a stop before the elevator, Chrysalis pushing the button before folding her arms over her chest as they were made to wait for the elevator’s arrival. The seconds seemed to drag on in the changeling’s mind, further embellished by the annoying presence of Moore beside her. The two had spoken little since the last time she’d had a meeting with him, barring brief recognitions/greetings of the other in passing when moving to and from places within the building.

A glance over at the suited man beside her made her want to sigh; business etiquette demanded she at least acknowledge what her coworker had been doing, even if it was a labor to do so. And as much as she would hate to say he did well, the numbers didn’t lie. “Moore.” She said, grabbing his attention. Once he was looking at her, she met his gaze and continued. “You did well with those businesses. Your solutions to their problems made each of them more functional and capable of serving my company’s needs.”

“Thank you.” He replied, and Chrysalis nodded before turning her gaze back to the steel doors she was waiting to see open and get them both downstairs. ‘At least he can take a compliment without-’

“Of course, if they hadn’t been left to such states in the first place, the whole mess could’ve been avoided.”

‘I fucking hate him.’ Chrysalis clenched her arm in a tight grip and kept from moving physically. Mentally, the changeling was of half a mind to magic his mouth shut, ethics be damned.

“Some problems require the right hands to be fixed. And responsibility doesn’t always fall to the topmost levels of the ladder when there’s an answer right before their eyes.” She replied. The elevator dinged finally, permitting the two to enter it and begin their descent down. “I keep a sharp eye on many things, but I’m not a babysitter.”

“I imagine children would flee in terror at being around you anyway.” Moore fired back.

“Speaking from experience, Moore?” The elevator’s passing of each floor was accompanied with a light ding sound, interweaving between their words.

“Hardly. People smile when they see me instead of pissing their pants.”

“If they don’t have the balls to hold their ground around me, they have no business being near me.”

“So that’s why the office is so high up? I thought it was just keeping your ego out of the air flow.”

“Is that really the best you can do, Moore? And here I thought you had some intelligence in you, but maybe I was wr-”

A sudden jerk of the elevator made her fumble, her footing shuffling, though she managed to stay upright. “What the fuck?” she exclaimed as the elevator came to a stop, and the lights flickered off. It was dark for a brief moment before the emergency lights kicked on, bathing the small space in fluorescent light so they could still see. The display of the floor number had changed to an “error” message. “What just happened?”

“The elevator’s locked itself in place.” Moore said from her side, standing upright from the floor where he’d moved to his knees when the jerking motions had started. “It’s a failsafe to keep us from falling when something’s gone wrong.”

“No shit something’s gone wrong.” Chrysalis huffed, glaring over at him before tapping the emergency call button on the bottom of the floor control box. The signal light next to it clicked on, a ringing noise filling the space before someone picked up.

“Emergency services?”

“Yes. This is Chrysalis at Onyx Enterprises. We’re stuck in the main elevator; it's locked itself in place.” She spoke into the intercom. “What happened?”

“One moment ma’am.” The calm male voice on the other end said, before the tapping of a computer keyboard came through. A moment later, he spoke up. “We see it here. One of the circuits overloaded and triggered the failsafe. We are working on re-routing it to another circuit so the elevator can resume operation.”

“How long will that take?” Moore said from his side.

“It may be a short while. We’re sending technicians your way now, who can fix it on site. Please be patient, and remain stationary inside the elevator to avoid triggering any other malfunctions.” The operator answered before the intercom clicked off.

“Great.” Chrysalis huffed to herself, standing up and looking to Moore. “We’re stuck here until they get us out.”

“Oh joy.” He said, dusting off his shirt. “Don’t suppose you can magic us out, could you?” he asked, nodding at the small black horn that jutted out from her forehead.

“I can’t. For security reasons, the elevator’s metal was infused with anti-magic material. No teleportation, no telekinesis, none of that here.” She answered, wracking her brain for any other workarounds. “The doors are shut tight too; last thing we need is someone trying to wrench them open and get caught if the elevator moves again.”

Moore sighed, bringing the palm of his hand to his forehead. “Thirty flights of stairs doesn’t sound so bad now.”

Chrysalis growled to herself, but chose to lean back against the wall on her side. With the elevator locked in place, it also meant the air had few places to go, making the already warm space only warmer. She tugged a finger along her shirt collar, trying to ease things a bit, but it did little to help. There was no real way out of this short of waiting for the techs to come in and get things rolling again.

The quiet soaked up the air between herself and Moore, Chrysalis seating herself on the floor with her legs curled under herself as some small means of support. The seconds seemed to tick by as slow as a turtle would crawl, further irritating the CEO. Her fingers idled with the hem of her skirt that ended above her knee. It would’ve been marginally better if it was just herself in here, but being stuck with Moore obligated conversation or concern. She checked her phone, but the service was barely present in the shaft.

“I guess your phone’s not much use here either?” Moore spoke up from his spot, drawing the changeling’s attention to him. He was seated similar to her, with his back to the wall and legs stretched out over one another on the floor.

“Hardly. Right now, it's an expensive piece of plastic and metal chips.” She replied. “And of course, it's unbearably warm in here. Feels like we’re trying to roast.”

“Close enough. At least soon enough they’ll get it working again and we’ll be on our way.” Moore stated, closing his eyes as he sat there.

Chrysalis cast her gaze back to him from her phone, scrutinizing the seated man opposite her. His slackened arms laid at ease at his sides, his hands calm in his lap. For someone who was complaining a minute ago, she noted, he kept a calm outward appearance in the face of an emergency. She chalked it up to being part of who he was; a businessman who could keep his wits and balance steady even under the bulk of pressure. Even if he was irritating in his stubbornness of opposing her, she could acknowledge that he knew how to handle himself.

Minutes trickled by, and Chrysalis spoke up to breach the cloud of silent between them. “Answer a question for me, Moore.” she said.

“No, I’m not going to climb out of the shaft for you.” He replied, making her frown over at him.

“If I thought you could, I’d have suggested it ages ago.” she quipped back. “What made you decide to put your lot in with the stocks business? Were you looking to make your own cut of wealth? Did you want to be at the top?”

“What, interviewing me now? I’ve already been working for you for weeks.” He said, making her bare her teeth in a snarl while he just grinned at her frustration. She’d be more composed, but their situation and the heat combined was digging away at her reserves. “I wanted to do better for my family. We weren’t exactly starting off on a high mark, when I came around.”

“A family man. How touching.” She replied, looking to the elevator door. For a moment, she entertained the notion of it suddenly opening to free them, but knew such would not come to pass. “I wonder how they took to hearing about your fortune of late.”

“They were supportive. I told them I was still earning good pay and keeping up with things, still had a decent job.” He answered. “Even if my boss is a maniacal tyrant.”

“Who is sharing the same elevator as you and doesn’t take kindly to insults. So watch your tongue.” She clipped out, staring him down from her spot. Even stuck as they were, he still rebelled, still frustrated her. The heat of her temper blended with the warm atmosphere of the elevator, as sweat crawled down her back beneath her clothes. “Am I really so hard to get along with, Moore? Or are you just intentionally aggravating to everyone you work with?”

“To everyone else, I’m a completely good and capable partner. For you? I like to think of it as a goal of sorts to see you get frustrated. Rattling ‘Cold Chrysalis’ can’t go on a resume, but it doesn’t lessen its appeal.” He answered. The smirk on his face made Chrysalis want to slap it right off of him.

“Of course you’d say such a ridiculous thing. What should I have expected from some two-bit car salesman?” she fired back. Tugging again at her shirt collar, Chrysalis growled to herself before sitting up and shrugging out of the black blazer she’d been wearing all day. She did enjoy the outfit, but in this heat, it was stifling her. The white, buttoned up shirt clung to her figure, and she was quick to undo the top two buttons, exposing the top of her chest and letting her cleavage peek out. It was a small effort, but enough to help her cool off a little.

“Whoa, hey!” Moore exclaimed from the other side of the elevator, making her glance over to see him frowning at her. “What’s the deal?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Moore, we’re cooking like roast ducks. So I sought to make myself more comfortable while we’re stuck here.” She answered, looking at the elevator doors again. “I’m seriously considering making a separate AC system for these elevators from here on. This is absurd.”

Moore’s quiet was welcome, at first. When she glanced over at him again a minute later to see him still observing her, she cocked an eyebrow. “Is there a problem, Moore?”

“No. Not at all. Just weird to see you like this.” He answered, looking away and at the ceiling.

“If it's your first time seeing a woman, congratulations. We exist.” She said, flicking a loose strand of her hair out of her face. “Must be surprising to see without your head up your ass.”

“Excuse me for not being used to seeing someone like you in casual wear.” He remarked. Had Chrysalis been calmer, she’d have brushed the remark off. But the way he said it tugged at her subconscious, and she glared back at him.

“Someone like me? Are you trying to say something about the way I look, Moore?” she growled out, staring him down when he looked back at her. Her venomous expression made him hold his hands up.

“Whoa, whoa. Easy, Chrysalis. I said I’m not used to seeing you in casual wear. You’re always dressed for business. I didn’t say you looked bad. Calm down.” He answered.

It took Chrysalis a moment to determine he was being truthful, and the glare faded away to a firm stare before she looked at the intercom. “Smart choice of words. One more insult, and you’d be falling down this shaft like your career did.” she clipped out. It took her a moment to calm down from that, closing her eyes and breathing in slow, deep breaths to focus herself again. “Maybe we should try calling them again?”

“We could, maybe.” Moore agreed, getting up from his seat. As soon as he did, however, the intercom sparked to life again.

“Miss Chrysalis? We’ve patched up the wiring for the elevator. It should resume its descent in just a moment. We apologize for the inconvenience.” The voice spoke, prompting Chrysalis to stand and speak into it.

“Just get us to the ground safely so we can all go home. I’ll be making sure to have these all inspected so we can avoid any future accidents.” She said. The CEO turned and bent over, plucking up her blazer and folding it over her arm. A moment later, the elevator lurched into movement as the hum of machinery arose once more. The rest of the descent didn’t take long, and the doors opened to reveal the bottom lobby of the building. The night shift secretary looked up from her post, observing the two emerging from the elevator before going back to her desk work. Chrysalis sighed to herself, glad to be free from the elevator and being stuck with Moore the entire time. Thinking of the individual, she turned and saw him watching her again, but he didn’t flinch this time from her stare.

“Goodnight, Moore. Let’s hope tomorrow brings us far less catastrophe.” She said before turning away and exiting the building through the sliding glass doors. The only thought on the CEO’s mind now was getting home and away from the frustrations of her job, most especially away from Moore. Once she was inside her waiting limousine, and instructing the driver to crank up the AC, she laid back against the seat and tried to put the day out of her mind.

“Ahh…”

The extended sigh of relief from the changeling’s lips filled the bathroom as she sank into the water, the warmth of it surrounding her body as she let her torso fall beneath the waterline so just her head could be seen above. The comfort of the bath did wonders to ease the CEO from the strains of her unexpected afternoon. There were far too many frustrations from the day that allowed her to wholly relax once she was home. A bath was the first definite thing she wanted, and it hit the spot straight away.

Letting out a content hum, Chrysalis inhaled and then exhaled in a long slow breath as the warm water helped her settle in. She could keep up a collected face well enough when it mattered, but a woman had a right to treat herself when she wanted and lower her guard. After dealing with Moore and being stuck in the elevator after the long work day, it was just the ticket to get her out of feeling burned out.

As her hands caressed down her slender arms, rubbing at the tense muscles they found, Chrysalis let a smile play upon her face. She did indeed deserve a treat, one she hadn’t taken in some time. Closing her eyes, she let out a soft sigh as her hands left her arms and drifted elsewhere. Her right hand crawled down her belly to her groin, while her left groped at her bosom. The soft flesh gave as her fingers squeezed around her breast, evoking a soft groan while her nimble fingers below went to work. The dexterous digits spread her labia with ease, her middle finger working itself into her depths and beginning a steady stroke back and forth that pleasured the changeling.

It was just the thing for Chrysalis after a hectic day; she didn’t need to go out and find some stooge to get her own pleasures when she could handle it on her own. The buxom woman’s eyes stayed closed as her middle finger dug deeper into her, pushing to the knuckle before withdrawing, pumping in and out while she continued to grab at her breast. Her hardened nipple brushed against her palm, making her purr as she gave the darkened nub a slight tweak and tug. There wasn’t much to fantasize in this moment for her; it was more about basking in the pleasure she was being given.

Chrysalis huffed and soon added a second finger to the first’s efforts, adding width to the penetrating feeling yet still not quite reaching that itch, that sweet spot she was craving. She tried to move faster, spreading her long legs further apart to either side of the bath while bucking her hips up into her fingers’ motions. It was enjoyable, but still lacked that full effort she knew her body was craving. The changeling’s eyes snapped open as she stopped her fingers, rolling her eyes at her own forgetfulness.

“I really am having an off day.” She told herself before withdrawing her fingers, a quiver of pleasure crossing her nethers as they brushed against her labia on the way out. Exiting the bath, she made for the nearby cabinet where she kept various products to maintain her superb appearance. But it wasn’t her hair, her lips, or any other part needing help at that moment. Her fingers clasping onto the round lengthy item, she grinned and plucked it out. Her digging rewarded her with the smooth, sleek black dildo she’d hidden inside the cabinet for such times.

The length was several inches long, easily able to reach deep inside her, with a width she reckoned matched the bananas in her kitchen. It bore a slight curve to its shape, something she found particularly helpful at times when trying to find the sweet spots for her pleasure. Returning to the bath, the voluptuous woman sank back into the heated waters before settling her back against the end of the bath, keeping her propped up and comfortable while she let her fingers return to pleasuring her, warming her up for the main event she was craving.

Reckoning a minute’s workup was enough, she withdrew her fingers again before bringing the stiff tip of the dildo to her lips, the slow pressure adding to her anticipation before it was penetrating her, making her gasp and moan aloud. It was just what she was looking for, and Chrysalis arched her back as more and more of the toy slipped into her depths. She could feel it spreading her walls apart, stretching to accommodate the welcome intruder. A smile crept onto her lips as she gripped the dildo’s base, beginning to work it back and forth.

The water of the bath splashed in tandem with her arm’s jerking motions, the changeling riding out each thrust of the toy with gasps escaping her lips every few moments. As the pleasure rose inside her, Chrysalis spread her legs wider, her pussy gripping tight around the toy. She envisioned for a moment some fortunate male she’d picked up to entertain her, thrusting at his best to try and pleasure her. He’d have plenty of energy, sure, but he was only a tool for her use. He’d gasp at feeling her clench around him, and surrender to the ecstasy of her pussy squeezing his cock. There was no need to look at his face; she knew they loved being under her control.

She could feel herself almost there, needing just that touch more effort to work her up. Letting go of her breast she’d been toying with, Chrysalis’ index finger found where her clitoris was throbbing, and gave the nub a practiced but enjoyable rubbing that shot sparks up through her torso. It was enough that the sudden burst of climax exploded from her depths, evoking a drawn out moan as the orgasm washed over her. She let her head fall back against the wall of the bath, basking in the ecstasy emanating from her now clenching pussy that squeezed the dildo within her.

When she finally relaxed, she withdrew the toy from her depths and laid it on the floor next to the bath. The session was just what the changeling needed to unwind and feel back on track. Emerging from the now lukewarm waters, she stepped over to the nearby vanity, picking up her towel and dabbing at herself to towel away the loose droplets of water still clinging to her. She peered at the mirror, but the steam of her bath had fogged the glass. Her horn glowing, another towel came up and brushed at the mirror while Chrysalis’ hands set about brushing her long hair to free it of any knots or tangles.

Seeing her reflection unobstructed gave the woman pause, her brushing strokes stopping as her harlequin green eyes scanned over her appearance. It reminded her of Moore’s reaction in the elevator earlier, how he’d been more surprised than she’d expected. His expression made her scoff now; it was like he’d never seen an attractive woman before. “Maybe back home, all the girls were the same plain Janes?” she told her reflection. Bringing her hand up, she ran a finger along her eyebrows, looking for any imperfections in her face.

The finger came to a stop at her cheek, her eyes squinting as an idea started itching at the back of her mind. It dawned on the woman as curiosity gave way to realization: that was her way in. She was the ticket to breaching Moore’s so-called impenetrable walls. A wicked grin came to her face as she weighed the option out. It would take a good amount of time, and effort on her part to work her way in. But if it worked out, Chrysalis would finally break that stubborn man’s will and finally establish herself as the true top dog between them.

She continued to smile as she left the bathroom for her bedroom, the newly hatched plan taking root as she let her devious nature go to work. It’s been said that stepping into a changeling’s web was always dangerous; but no one ever thought of the changeling being on the prowl.

Step Three: Taking the Lead

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The next arranged meeting between Chrysalis and Moore was scheduled for the following week, where he’d be giving another report on his progress with the companies she’d entrusted him to watch over. Chrysalis had checked the rest of the schedule for that day, and saw along with it, she had a meeting with investors, some new and some old. It was obvious to her they wanted to discuss her acquisition of Frostfire Industries. As a result, the CEO had poured over documents she had forwarded to her by Moondancer pertaining to the acquisition and her future plans for it.

There was a good amount of information to sort through, she found. Frostfire’s work involved a great deal of managing contracts and supplies of steel and metals to companies all across Equestria: from construction contracts to even some military contracts in supplying key materials for the safekeeping of the country and its soldiers. The vast amount of connections Frostfire had to Equestria’s infrastructure impressed the Changeling CEO; it explained just how Moore had managed to ward off her buyout attempts in the past, since some of these contracts had a high price tag associated with them.

Hearing a knock at her office’s door drew Chrysalis from her thoughts, making her look up at the interruption. “Come in.” she called, watching as the door opened and revealed Moore, garbed in a grey suit jacket with a white shirt beneath, a regular formal uniform matching his darker grey pants and black shoes. “Moore. You’re early.”

“Punctuality and preparedness are the two good traits of a leader, Chrysalis.” he replied, walking over and coming to a stop in front of her desk. “Especially with what’s on your schedule today, it’d hardly be fitting to just assume you have everything under control.”

“Moore, you may not realize it, but I’m someone who always has a plan. If I don’t believe I can control something or someone, then it’s either brushed aside, or crushed beneath my heel.” she answered. Her gaze returned to where she’d left off on the documents she’d been reading over while she spoke. “So you heard that I’m meeting with some of Frostfire’s investors today?”

“Yes. It may not be owned by me anymore, but the people who chose to put their faith in Frostfire did so while it was under my banner. With you in control now, I imagine some would raise questions on your intentions. It might be best to have me accompany you at this meeting to dissuade-”

“No.” The sharp rebuke from Chrysalis cut off Moore’s words, making him frown and look down at the still reading woman.

“Excuse me?”

“Moore, I do not need you to hold my hand while I discuss matters with your investors. Technically my investors now, really.” she replied, setting the documents down and looking up at him. “I have been studying how your company works, how it's performed, where it was lacking and failed before. I imagine I can handle a few nosy worms looking to see if the apples they’ve dug into are still good.”

“They’re not worms. They’re Equestrians looking to ensure their money is being well-spent, and not wasted,” he insisted, “See, look at you. Your attitude approaching this is going to make them feel like sheep about to be sheared. You could at least stand to show them some respect.”

Chrysalis scoffed, shaking her head. “Moore, please. This is hardly my first encounter discussing investments with new clientele. I know how to be professional and courteous. But I know at the heart of things, they’re trying to decide if they can be convinced to let go of their money. And I’m the best there is, so of course they should.” she explained before sliding her chair back and stepping out from behind the desk. Her open-toed heels clacked on the floor as she walked, long legs exposed up to the knee-length black skirt she had on. Chrysalis’ top was a similar dark jacket of the same material as her skirt, the top few buttons undone to show a peek of the white top she had underneath the jacket, allowing her bare sternum to show.

“But I understand; you want to make sure your little darlings are looked after.” she continued, folding her arms under her chest and gesturing with her hand at him as she spoke, “But having you present would be rather unprofessional. They need to see that they come to me now for business, not you. You have your own responsibilities to see to, after all, not just Frostfire anymore.”

Moore placed his hands in his pockets, his frown remaining on his face as he watched the Changeling walk. “I would still want to make sure you’re not going to bully them into emptying their pockets for you. New owner or not, those people came to me and established a working relationship with me before you came along. If they’re going to be made to work with you, you can’t bark at them and expect them to heel just because.”

Chrysalis sighed and came to a stop in front of Moore. “Look, Moore. I understand, really. I have investments in my companies that I care about as well. Some of them have been a part of my team since I first started in this line of work. Your dedication isn’t without merit.” she said. “I also realize, of late, you haven’t exactly witnessed me at work. But, I’d like to prove you wrong, Moore. And this is the perfect opportunity to demonstrate.”

“So you’re going to let me attend the meeting?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Not quite. As it turns out, a couple of the investors who requested the meeting can’t attend in person, due to external events. So they are calling in through the phones so they can be a part of things. I’m willing to allow you to listen in to the meeting from outside it. It’s a compromise, but the only one I’m willing to offer you. This way you can hear for yourself if I truly am the ‘Cold Queen’ everyone considers me to be.” she offered.

Chrysalis waited as Moore mulled over the idea. She knew it wouldn’t be entirely enough to satisfy him, but well enough to tide him over for the other plan she had in mind. If Moore was going to see the full extent of her ability as a leader, he had to give a bit of ground to her of his own accord. It meant him surrendering that small piece of control, and giving it to her of his free will. It was a small first step, but one Chrysalis knew would aid her in the long-term as a foothold.

“...Alright. We’ll try it your way.” he accepted, nodding at her. “And if I decide I dislike your approach?”

“I can assure you that won’t even be a possibility, Moore.” Chrysalis assured, grinning at his willingness to cooperate. “Now, please. I have an hour until the meeting is scheduled to begin, and I wish to finish reviewing what Moondancer gave to me.” She added, turning away to go back to her desk. “We’ll be in Meeting Room 12A. You can use 12B’s phone to listen in, since they run on the same network line.”

Moore nodded at her dismissal, straightening his jacket before turning away. “I’ll be listening the entire time. So try to keep that temper under control, would you?” he said before exiting the room, leaving the Changeling to watch him depart. Once he was gone, she shook her head at her advisor’s stubborn beliefs.

“I’m sure you’ll listen, Moore. And as you do, you’ll see why everyone considers me the best.” she told herself before picking up her next stack of papers, containing profiles she had written up on each member attending the meeting so she knew who to expect and how they might respond to her. Seeing one name on the list made her pause for a moment, before a grin crossed her lips.

“So they sent the Royal Army’s best captain to negotiate? How amusing.”

By the time the hour had almost passed, Chrysalis was making her way to the conference room, a manilla folder tucked under her arm. She strode towards the room with her head held high, confidence in every paced step. A few touch-ups in private added to her professional appearance: her long curtain of hair had been pulled back into a professional ponytail, forming one long strand that fell to the middle of her back as it extended from the tidy bun at the back of her head. Her jacket top had been buttoned up, allowing for no exposure of her skin beneath her clothing. A brief stop in her private restroom had seen to a touchup of her makeup and lipstick, assuring her there were no possible blemishes or marks on her appearance she could’ve missed that morning.

Passing by 12B, she spared a glance aside and saw it was occupied by just one person. Moore was seated at the side of the table, watching out towards the office. He turned his gaze towards her, and affixed her with a firm stare. The phone was next to him, waiting to be used by the advisor. Chrysalis just smiled, his challenging look being met by her confident stare before she turned away and zeroed in on 12A. With no hesitation, she opened the door and walked into the room.

The conference rooms that dotted the building mirrored each other in their basic structure. An elongated oval-shaped brown table was fixed in the center of the room, with enough seats to fit ten people total. There was four on the right and left sides, and one at the top and opposite end of the table. 12A was a windowed room, allowing for a view of the city beyond the office’s walls and letting plenty of sunlight in to brighten the room’s interior. To the immediate right of the door from where she entered, a long dry-erase board was attached to the wall, clean and bare of any marks while several markers sat on the board’s ledge ready to be used. A simple water cooler was parked in one corner of the room, open for anyone desiring a brief drink to quench their thirst.

For today’s meeting, by a quick headcount, Chrysalis saw there were seven of Frostfire’s investors present. Most of them were new faces, being clients whom she had never met or had reason to meet until this point. At the end of the table, however, was a familiar face. The navy blue suit he wore was enough to make him stand out from the rest of the gathered meeting’s suits of grey and black, but just as distinctive was the tidy, combed mop of dark blue hair atop his head. Hands clasped together in front of him, Shining Armor sat poised and calm, looking every part the professional soldier Chrysalis knew he was.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen, ladies. Captain Armor; always a pleasure to see the Royal Guard’s best.” The CEO greeted.

“Miss Chrysalis.” Shining replied, nodding at her in kind. “I’m sure you’ve been doing well. Your enterprises have been topping headlines for the past few weeks now.”

“Business is good, Captain, as it always should be. It’s also why all of you are here as well. I am sure there are many questions, and I am not one to sit idle.” Chrysalis said before taking her seat at the head of the table, placing her folder in front of her. She gave a nod at the phone in the middle of the table, untouched by any of the other persons in the room. “I trust our long-distance attendees can hear us all clearly?”

“Yes Miss Chrysalis. We can hear you loud and clear in Manehattan.” A female voice spoke through.

“Same for Las Pegasus. We’re set up here.” A nasal male voice piped up from the intercom.

“Very good.” Chrysalis remarked, letting a small smile play upon her lips. She noticed that along with the two lights signalling the long distance lines were operating, a third light towards the bottom of the interface was lit up as well. It told her Moore was listening, no doubt vigilant for any slip-ups on her behalf. She was going to enjoy proving him wrong. “Now, before we begin, I wanted to clear the air concerning matters of the competition between Frostfire and my own enterprises. Something I imagine is a pressing concern for many of you.”

This got the gathered room’s attention, Chrysalis continuing to smile as she let her gaze work its way around the room while speaking. “The competition between Frostfire and myself was one of a demanding marketplace; I don’t hold any sort of regret, nor of unfulfilled vengeance to be acted upon the company or its members. Many thin-skinned business owners would think the best route would be to simply sell their rival’s assets and profit from the money made. But this route is not how we at Onyx Enterprises work.”

Seeing none of them looking to interrupt, Chrysalis continued. “You see, ladies and gentlemen, we are not the vicious, terrifying company that others pass stories about in the cafeteria or in private. We are a progressive, forward moving business. Each of the companies under my banner is one that strives for the improvement of Equestria’s society as a whole. That is in fact, part of why we chose the name Onyx. That particular stone has a history of protection, of use by many of our ancient cultures for aiding others and making a foundation to grow from and to reinforce other structures.”

Chrysalis crossed a leg over the other, unseen beneath the table as she kept herself comfortable. “Acquiring Frostfire Industries is just another way we are working to protect and help you, the Equestrians who live and thrive in this world. It is not my wish to dismantle everything and let it all fall to ruin; there’s certainly no profit to be made from that. Instead, I intend to reshape and redirect Frostfire’s energies to work for both my goals, and that of Equestria’s benefit.”

A few of the attending businessmen and women looked somewhat appeased by her explanation, while some still sat on the fence. Shining Armor cleared his throat, drawing attention to him and away from the Changeling.

“That’s all good and well. But as nice as the sales pitch sounds, Chrysalis, we want to know details of just what you plan to do.” Shining explained, drawing a nod from two of the men to his left. “Frostfire had standing contracts with many businesses, including the Royal Guard. With the changing of leadership, plans can sometimes be shifted, or halted entirely depending on the true intention of said leadership. So what exactly then, are your goals involving Frostfire?”

The firm stance Shining held would’ve given lesser Equestrians pause; it was why he was known as one of the best Captains in the Guard itself. He commanded authority and wielded it with both experience and precision. Chrysalis respected that in him; no doubt it worked well in getting mischievous or lazy soldiers up and at attention when he demanded it. But she was not someone to be pushed aside or commanded. It was her who sat at the helm of this ship.

“That is easy to answer, Captain Armor. There are many goals I have, with Frostfire playing its part to bring them about. But let’s not dance around the issue: I know that the Royal Guard relies on Frostfire’s resources in providing materials for its soldiers: weaponry, armor, so on. It’s hardly a surprise to me in this day and age that your superiors would want to be reassured they’re not going to be lacking in inventory, should the need arise. We have weathered many a crisis: invasions, terrorist activities, natural disasters. The Royal Guard will not be lacking in any such resources anytime soon to answer the call to protect and serve. However, keeping everyone’s situation in the same frameworks with no changes is not my intention either.”

“...How do you mean?” Shining questioned.

The Changeling smiled. Her bait had been laid, and now it was time to walk him and the rest into it.

“While many of you here have come to secure your standings with Frostfire, and by extension myself, this new joining of businesses does not come without a shift in perspective. Many of your enterprises, such as Miss Bolt’s construction company, or Mister Glider’s automotive plants,” she gestured to each of the attending persons as she spoke, “have had a singular focus towards often single-minded ends. It is my wish to evolve these ends into a more unified, stronger goal that would benefit all of us.” Chrysalis opened her folder before her, pulling out a printed sheet she’d brought for this meeting.

“For example: the sheer quantity of metals Frostfire provides for Miss Bolt’s company. Can we really say that every scrap of metal provided to you is used efficiently and without waste? What do you suppose is your total amount truly used, Miss Bolt?”

The white-haired woman to Chrysalis’ right in the middle of the table gave a small jump at being directly addressed, and straightened her glasses before answering. She was a little on the frail side, her wings matching her small stature while folded on her back. “I would say almost all is used to the best of our ability, Miss Chrysalis. We are not a company to waste materials.”

“You say that, Miss Bolt, and yet my research has uncovered a stark difference in facts. At last count, your company reported an approximate 35% of the steel you requested was left unused, stored away or sold off to secondary companies for extra profits.” Chrysalis pointed out, making the investor frown at being called out. “Now, now. You’re not the only one who orders more than they can chew.” Chrysalis assured, tilting her head in Glider’s direction.

“I do not waste metal, ma’am, if that is your implication.” Glider said, sitting up in his seat at the implied accusation. The unicorn horn atop his forehead gave a slight glow as he levitated a styrofoam cup with water in it towards himself. His green eyes wavered in their stare as Chrysalis’ own laid their gaze upon him.

“It hardly is. However, you have been facing a difficult time of late in turning profits for your dealerships. Your factories are pushing out more cars than your dealerships can sell.” She explained, the pointed accusation making Glider twitch in his seat. “One can hardly establish themselves as succeeding with warehouses full of unsold goods.”

Having nothing to add to contest her points, both investors looked away from the CEO and to the table. Chrysalis knew her words might sound harsh, but the research rang true: neither were being fully efficient to keep up with their competition.

“Then what are you implying, miss Chrysalis? Are you going to deny us our metal because we are not meeting your expectations of success, even though you yourself are profiting?” Miss Bolt spoke up, her wings giving a small flutter behind her.

“Not at all.” The answer made everyone in the room stare as Chrysalis smiled. “Rather instead, your shipments of metal are going to be remeasured and taken stock of. You see, my goal is not to shut you all down purely for being wasteful. You haven’t been doing so intentionally. Instead, I’m going to help you improve. To show that you investing with Frostfire, with myself, does and will work to benefit you and your workers’ futures.”

Chrysalis pulled out another paper from her folder, and placed it before another investor to her right, a younger man wearing a grey suit with straw-colored blonde hair. After passing him the sheet, Chrysalis stood from her seat and walked to the board behind her. Plucking up the first marker she found, the Changeling began to draw out on the board as she spoke.

“It is rarely a headline in today’s day, but the state of our infrastructure is downright atrocious. Roads are unkept and mismanaged, making travel difficult. Streets and sidewalks needing maintenance are ignored, allowing for an ever-rising increase in structure risk above and below them. Even some of our archaic buildings, ones we consider to be historically significant, are facing the risk of damage and even collapse. It is not here in Canterlot that this alone is a problem, but in cities all over Equestria. From here to across the land and back, multiple towns and cities are in dire need of aid to insure they have proper means of travel that is both safe and reasonable.”

Chrysalis didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know they were watching her; were she not in business mode, she might’ve humored the thought that a few of the men may have been watching her rear in the tight skirt she was wearing that day. ‘Every bit helps to keep my clients’ attention’, she reasoned.

“What needs to change is obvious; we, as a collective whole of businesses and enterprises, need to make a joint effort to amend this issue. As things stand, Frostfire’s steel has been of main employ for the Royal Guard, and a few other entities. My plan, however, encompasses us all to work together. To start with,” she paused to step to the side, allowing all in the room to see the board, “we at Frostfire will reduce the costs of our steel shipments to you, to balance with the reduced intake you’ll be receiving. This way, we both have less expenses. From there, we as a whole can send a portion of steel to the Royal Guard each, ensuring we have a steady clientele in case of surplus steel from your own productions.”

“And what is the Royal Guard going to do with all this excess material? We don’t have ongoing drives or needs for that much surplus.” Shining questioned from his seat.

“The Royal Guard, perhaps. The Engineers Corps is another matter entirely.” Chrysalis clarified. “The Engineer Corps’ responsibility is to attend to Equestria’s infrastructure and safety, particularly with constructs. I am quite sure they can make use of this surplus to begin projects on rebuilding and repairing our weathered roads and buildings, starting in Canterlot and working our way out to the other locations in need.”

“But who will provide the materials? You need more than steel to build buildings and roads.” The Captain fired back. “You need iron for the steel, asphalt and concrete for the roads, and so on. Where is that going to come from?”

Chrysalis smiled and tapped the board, the marker placed under where she’d illustrated Frostfire Steel. “As it turns out, Captain Armor, obtaining the iron is part of our steel manufacturing process. Along with that, we have vast access to quarries where we can gather the sand, stone, and gravel needed to further develop the roads, at least concerning concrete. Asphalt can easily be acquired and provided also. The Engineer Corps will be able to acquire that directly from us, along with our steel they obtain from you. This way, everyone is provided with the materials they need for their business, along with contributing to the development of Equestria’s infrastructure. The flow of wealth goes into supporting our society, and gives each of us a greater standing as a whole.”

Chrysalis popped the cap of the marker pen back onto the tool, and set it on the ledge once more before returning to the table to seat herself again. “This is why you need to remain as investors with Frostfire, and with me, ladies and gentlemen. The only way our businesses will succeed is by looking forward to what the future will demand of us. I can provide the guide to seeing that future come to pass; you can come with us and relish in the success of being a part of that effort.”

The room’s members shared looks with one another in quiet contemplation, while Chrysalis waited. She didn’t need to lift a finger more to convince most of these peons to follow her plan. If anything gets the attention of an investor, it's being given the chance for recognition, that spotlight of attention on their wealth and fixed place in society’s standings. It would invite more to approach them as well, boosting their business and herself by extension.

“If we did agree to such an idea, we would need further meetings to hammer out the details. Establish the needs of the work versus the supplies we have access to.” Shining spoke from his seat, looking over the paperwork that had been passed around while Chrysalis had been talking. “We can’t commit to anything right at this instance.”

“Of course. And we would be more than welcome to discuss such ideas, should your superiors accept the proposal. I’m sure they’d be interested in the boost to their public image, in the face of so many harrowing disasters of recent years.” Chrysalis assured. Looking to the phone in the middle of the table, she spoke up. “Las Pegasus? Manehattan? Have you thoughts on the matter?”

“Las Pegasus is definitely interested, Miss Chrysalis.” The nasal voice on the other end answered.

“The same for Manehattan. Stars know we need to redo some of these older roads before the next Tirek comes along.” The representative replied.

“Splendid.” Chrysalis said, bridging her hands together, and peering over again at Shining Armor. He looked a little less firm in the face of the building support for Chrysalis’ plan. “You will all come to see, in due time, that investing with Onyx Enterprises will be one of the best decisions you’ve made. Now, were there any other questions on other matters? Concerns?”

By the time the meeting was concluded, another half hour had passed, filled with only small trifles of questions that Chrysalis was all too ready for. The concerns over budgets, further company plans, all held little import to the CEO personally. Her main hook had already been planted in each of their minds; she was certain in the next few weeks’ time there would be plenty of new revenue coming to her company.

She stood outside the door to the meeting room, watching as the various attendees left and giving parting words of farewell. The final one was Shining Armor, who closed the door behind him. Looking at Chrysalis, he stared into her eyes before looking aside. “Did you really have to pin me that way, Chrysalis? Ganging the other businesses up to try and coerce me into a decision?”

“Come now, Shining. I forced nothing like that.” she insisted, folding her arms over her chest as she smiled at him, “Besides, you did your job well. Everyone knows the Royal Guard doesn’t fool around with their money spending. All you have to do is report things to your superiors now.”

“Oh, they’ll have fun with this one. Always good to tell the heads to open their wallets wider.” Shining countered, running a hand through his hair before continuing. “If I’m not careful, you’ll talk them into ditching their budgets directly into your pocket.”

“Not an unwelcome decision. It’d be going to a good place.” She replied. A glance to her left showed that 12B had its door open, Moore standing inside. He was watching her and Shining talk, no doubt he had words to say concerning the meeting he listened in on. “I’ll let you go now, Shining. Tell Cadance hello for me.”

Shining snorted at this but nodded. “Oh, she’ll love hearing I had a meeting with you. Goodbye, Chrysalis.” He said before walking away, the changeling watching him depart before turning and walking into 12B. Seeing Moore’s expression made the CEO almost laugh. He seemed torn between a frown and a surprised expression as he leaned against the table, one hand in his pocket while the other braced him on the table.

“Don’t worry Moore. That’s the look every other superior I had had on their face when I took their spot in the corporate ladder.” She remarked, snapping him out of his silence so he would speak up.

“First of all, I still disagree with your methods. What that was in there wasn’t a reassurance of investment, but a double-play of negotiation and coercion.” He said. “Had you misspoke or pushed too hard, you’d have lost their investments and their contracts.”

“And yet, I didn’t. It was almost as if I knew how to handle myself.” Chrysalis retorted, walking past him to the nearby water cooler to get a drink. “Imagine that, Moore: someone who knows the job better than you do. Shocking realization, I know.”

Moore huffed at this, and moved away from the table. “Even if you did handle them well, I still don’t get why you would enact such a dramatic shift in the process. When I negotiated those contracts, it left everyone happy as they got their resources and we got our profits. It was good quality steel too, so no one was coming back at us with calls of shoddy work.”

“If you can think a few steps ahead, Moore, perhaps you’d grasp what I just enacted in that meeting. But don’t worry; I’ll walk you through it. A professional demonstration.” She said. Drinking down the water in her plastic cup, she set the now empty cup on the table in the space between her and Moore, next to the manilla folder she’d brought with her. He looked on as she spoke.

“Your method was solid for the time you designed it, a time when simple contracts allowed every business to breathe easier. But my approach meets the demands of our modern time. Competition, fluctuations in the state of our economy, all accounted for and planned out. I’m sure you were surprised when I told them I would be willing to reduce the costs they’d be paying us for our steel.”

“I was considering interrupting then, yes.” Moore said.

“Be glad you didn’t. You see, I have a good awareness of supply vs. demand, Moore. We’ve been doing our fair share to supply, but the demand has been trying to trickle down, meaning your investors were aiming to withhold their finances and cost us money. So, the first step is altering supply. I lower the amounts I give out, to spare us costs and to keep them using our materials. The next step, takes a little time and patience.” She explained. “Are you aware that Glider’s car company, for instance, faces a typical increase in the required metals needed to meet the rise in demands for new cars?”

“I didn’t, no. It can’t be much, surely?” Moore questioned. Chrysalis grinned.

“At first glance, it isn’t. But they have managed such demands thus far because they had the surplus metals, from us, to balance that growth. The same for Bolt’s construction, when they have to make renovations or build new buildings. If I take away that cushion from them, they are left with only one recourse: they must buy more directly from us. It will be in their contracts, in the fine print. It secures not only their continued use of our materials, but a consistent, gradual growth in the amount they pay us for what they need. Then, comes the infrastructure project.”

“Yeah, about that. Since when are you someone who looks after society’s roads and buildings? What kind of game are you playing at?” Moore’s questions only made Chrysalis’ grin grow as she got up from the table, walking away towards one of the windows.

“The kind of game that makes you see why I’m the best. You see, there is a genuine need for Equestrian society to see some means of restoration. For the sun’s sake, the interstate has cracks and bumps for miles, let alone the support columns for any of our bridges, sewer lines, whatever else. Someone has to do something. But that doesn’t mean I can’t take advantage with my philanthropy.” The changeling said. “It’s just a matter of moving the pieces to the right spots on the board.”

Moore listened as Chrysalis continued. “First, control the supply and demand of steel between ourselves and companies like Glider’s and Bolt’s, as well as the Royal Guard. Then, convince the associated companies to commit a humanitarian effort towards ‘rebuilding Equestria’. The Engineer’s Corps will take up the case, since it will be coming from the Royal Guard themselves. The demand for steel goes up, along with other resources—resources you’ve been neglecting in your quarries that we have an abundance of now. So instead of dumping said resources, those too will be purchased off of us for use by the Corps to renovate roads and society’s structures. Everywhere people will go, everywhere they walk, everywhere they travel, they’ll know: it was my steel, my company, my name they have to thank.” Chrysalis looked at Moore over her shoulder. “They’ll come to us with open hands, and open checkbooks. And when the dust settles, it will be Onyx Enterprises that will be in everyone’s minds and on their tongues, and their money in our pockets.”

Moore was left to stare at Chrysalis by the time she’d finished speaking. Taking his silence as a cue, Chrysalis returned to the table, plucked up the empty plastic cup, and refilled it with water, this time bringing it to him.

“That...but that’s…” he tried to say, but the words appeared to fail him.

“Devious? Clever? I’ll take both.” Chrysalis replied. She slipped the cup into his grasp, making him snap from his stupor to look at it, then back to her. “You’d do well to remember today, the next time you think to question my decisions. It’ll be your reminder of why I’m at the top, and you’re my consultant.” She checked the time, and reached up behind her head to undo the bun keeping her hair up, allowing it to fall down her back unhindered. “Since the day’s still young, I’ve still got some energy in me. So if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be going to the gym on the 3rd floor. If you need me, that’s where I’ll be.”

As Chrysalis exited the room, she left the door open behind her, a deliberate action as she used her magic to enhance her hearing briefly. Over the small flicks of chatter she could hear from the other cubicles and little clicks and whirs one would hear on a busy floor, she could make out the shuffle of papers from the office she’d just exited. Moore’s mumblings may have been private to him, but she could hear him loud and clear as a satisfied smile crossed her green lips.

“...Dammit. I underestimated her.”

‘Phase one complete.’ Chrysalis told herself, withdrawing her magic and making for the elevator to head for the gymnasium. Moore had only just begun to see what she could do, and all she needed was that first hole in the armor he just gave her.

Step Four: Mixing Work With Play (Pt. 1)

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It had been three months since Chrysalis held the investors meeting where she’d introduced the infrastructure plan, itself just the start of her plan to further expand her presence within the city. It had taken a few more meetings, mainly with city officials and other participating and interested parties, but now the details had been ironed out. Onyx Enterprises would be paid not only for proper steel, but materials to construct and restore new and old roads and architecture. The plan found its footing first in the outskirts of Canterlot, where many such structures were still in dire need of repair after Tirek’s incursion.

Chrysalis herself was far away from such work today, taking a day for herself to enjoy some of life’s pleasures that had been awarded to her for her labors. Namely, the large yacht in her personal possession, harbored in Manehattan Bay. With clear skies and plenty of sunlight, the CEO found it to be a perfect getaway for herself and as a chance to unwind. The list of people allowed to come aboard it was kept short by her preference, since anyone else outside of it would serve only to ruin her free time.

The changeling could be found out on the deck, soaking up the sun’s rays as she laid out in her sunning chair. With plenty of suntan lotion applied, she had little worry about her light skin getting burned, relishing the warmth shining down on her form. The two-piece bathing suit served to keep her decent if by a strict definition, granting her revealed, expansive cleavage as well as her thick thighs plenty of exposure to savor the sunlight. The only other cover she had was her dark sunglasses over her eyes. Her lips were affixed with a small smile, one of contentment as she savored the calm background noise of the sea as it splashed against her yacht.

“This is the good life. No boring meetings, no troublesome complaints,” Chrysalis said aloud to herself, arching her back as she stretched out on the tanning chair. Her bosom heaved before resting again when she did, her long legs curled around the other while she savored her comfortable position. “Life is good.”

“Madame Chrysalis?” An older male voice snapped her out of her bubble, making her open her eyes and look over her shoulder to her right. Standing at the top of the stairwell leading to her tanning area, a white-uniformed older man stood waiting. The telltale crooked horn poking from his forehead denoted his changeling status, but he was otherwise the picture of an aged sailor. Combed grey hair peeked out from beneath the captain’s hat he had adorned, while grey eyes peered over at the CEO with utmost respect.

“Yes? What is it, Captain Greyclaw?” she answered.

“We’ve been notified that a helicopter from Onyx Enterprises is en route to the ship. They state urgent business with you, madame.” he replied.

“What kind of business?” she questioned.

“They would not say specifics, ma’am, only that it was important to speak with you immediately. Should I tell them they are unwelcome to land?”

Chrysalis considered this for a moment, looking out towards the city beyond her ship and the water it was sailing in. Her eyes narrowed behind her sunglasses as she could make out a helicopter coming towards the ship already, steady and high in the skyline.

“Let them land. We’ll see what they want.” She told the captain, who gave a small salute before departing back for the bridge. “...Somebody better be dead.” She muttered to herself before getting up from her chair. Chrysalis considered throwing on a robe, but passed on the idea; this was her downtime, and she’d spend it how she wished to.

A brief walk to the helipad on the other end of the ship allowed her to watch as the black helicopter came to a stop above the ship, hovering briefly before lowering down to make for a stable landing. The wind gusts from the transport’s whirling blades blew her hair back behind her, but it did nothing to bother her. The side door hatch of the helicopter opened, revealing first Thorax who stepped out and straightened his suit jacket before being followed by Moore. The sight of the second man made Chrysalis frown; he wasn’t on the list of cleared visitors to the yacht when Chrysalis was on it. Only Thorax, Moondancer, and a very select few others were permitted to be here.

“This had better be important!” She called to them when the whine of the helicopter’s engines had died down enough for her to be heard. “If this is Moore’s dramatic way of resigning, I’m not impressed!”

Thorax waited until he was closer to speak up, Moore at his left side. The changeling looked to Moore and nodded at him. The grey-suited man fixed Chrysalis with a hard stare, causing her to raise an eyebrow.

“It’s the other employees of the company. An issue’s been raised enough times to warrant your attention.” He explained.

Chrysalis sighed through her nose before turning and walking away, waving her hand to get the two to follow her inside the ship to the lounge room closest to the helipad.

“So you came all this way to tell me you want a break, Moore?” Chrysalis asked from her seat. She had her back to the couch cushion, one leg crossed over the other while her arms were draped over the top of the white couch. The two men were across from her on a matching sofa, though neither adopted a relaxed pose like the CEO did. They stood out in their dark suits, compared to the room’s white and pale yellow decor. The lounge room itself was somewhat small, but suited Chrysalis’ preference for small gatherings, consisting of just the two sofas, a coffee table in the middle, and a small entertainment setup of a TV and sound system towards the back of the room. To her left was an open glass door leading out to a viewing deck, where one could look out at the sea and the lower levels of the yacht beneath, the sun shining in to light up the room.

“It’s not me who’s wanting the break, Chrysalis,” Moore replied. He kept his eyes trained on her forehead, she noted, clearly not used to seeing his boss in such casual attire. It humored her to see him pulled out of his comfort zone by a simple change of attire. “It’s the other employees, the...the grunts, you call them. Your plans might be earning us a lot of new revenue, but we’re also putting a lot of strain in managing all of it. It’s not just a matter of trading stocks; we have new contracts popping up every other day, new complaints, new twists and turns. It’s taking a toll.”

“Then they can buck up and realize they’ve become a part of a bigger industry. They’re being paid more now than they were before, are they not? Do they not have resources at their disposal to take time off if they want?” Chrysalis questioned. “They just need to strap themselves in and realize this is how things are when it comes to working for me. When I take a step forward to make this company succeed, they’re expected to march in line with me.”

“And if you take too big a step forward, your employees fall off to the sidelines and drag down the rest of the company.” Moore fired back before sighing. “Thorax, back me up here, would you?”

Chrysalis turned her stare to her fellow changeling, who had been quiet since they’d entered. At her look, he cleared his throat and sat up.

“As much as you may not like to hear it ma’am, Moore is right. I’ve been monitoring things in several departments to keep an eye on everyone and make sure we’re running smoothly. But we’re hitting speed bumps faster than I can keep track of. Yes, we’re paying everyone adequately, but the demands of the new labor are still outweighing their gains. We are dealing with a vastly larger network of clients now, and it's beginning to drag down some of our workers. The inbox on my desk of time off requests is growing each day.”

Chrysalis sighed and shook her head. “So schedule them off so they can get their little breaks and keep working?” She replied, only for Thorax to shake his head.

“That’s not going to settle things. If I just allow them to have their days off, we’d be having entire departments understaffed and overburdened for days at a time. No one wins in that scenario.” Thorax explained.

“I can’t just shut the company down for a day. This isn’t grade school where everyone gets to be lazy at home for Explorer’s Day.” She said. “This is the adult world. You work and toil, and sometimes, you’re not going to have things go the way you want. That includes working even when you don’t feel like it. You brush that chip off your shoulder and leave it off while you’re on the clock.”

“Coming from the CEO sitting in her yacht, that sounds pretty hypocritical.” Moore quipped, making Chrysalis glare at him.

“I have put more labor than anyone else into making Onyx Enterprises stand where it is. I’ve done more than enough to earn this, without having to justify it to you or anyone else, Moore.” She said. “No one, including you, would have their job if not for the work I undertook myself to get us where we are. So if I choose to indulge myself a little, I’m well within my rights.”

Thorax spoke up again then, while Moore shook his head and looked outside. “The issue, ma’am, is that the workers are feeling they have similar rights to indulge themselves. Yes, accommodating them may take up company time, but we can’t ignore the well-being of our employees. If groups of them were to suddenly quit, it could cause us far more problems in rising levels of difficulty. Let alone if one of them tries to contact one of the local unions and spouts about ‘unsuitable work conditions’.”

Chrysalis eyed Thorax before getting up from her seat, folding her arms under her chest as she walked to one side of the room. Her main instinct was to ignore these protests and carry on as things were. Workers would always complain, even about the smallest of things, just to have something to complain about. On the other hand, even if she didn’t like to admit it, Moore and Thorax’s point was reasonable in some regards. A happy worker is a more productive worker than a disgruntled one. If she allowed such discontent to pool and build within the roots of her business, it could spread to others and cause more problems. She would need to quell this before it came to such a point.

“Have there been suggestions on what these workers want?” Chrysalis asked when she turned around to face the two again. “Altered schedules? Rotated days off?”

“Both have been considered, ma’am.” Thorax answered. “However, coordinating either would take a good amount of time, leaving us still with the same issue as before, if with a far off solution. I’ve talked it over with Moore, and he suggested something that was shared between departments.”

The changeling lowered her arms, resting a hand on her hip as she regarded the other man in her employ. Moore turned his attention back to her at Thorax’s mention of his name, and nodded. “I’ve heard of other companies creating and hosting activities for their workers to boost morale and give them a break. Ways to indulge the employees without going to extremes like shutting down business for a day. You could look into a few of them, and see which ones appeal?”

“And you genuinely believe this could answer some of our workers’ issues? A celebratory event?” Chrysalis questioned.

“It seems the best route to go, ma’am. It would do better to have our employees feel acknowledged by the CEO when they voice an issue than disregarded. That might be the difference between an employee securing us a viable new client versus losing that client because they don’t feel there’s a point if there’s nothing to gain.” Thorax stated. “It couldn’t hurt to try it out.”

Chrysalis let out a slow breath. The logic of both men’s arguments for a company event was sound. Giving the workers a breath of air and allowing them a respite from their labors would invite a more positive, work-capable mindset for all involved instead of trudging on. It wouldn’t be hard to pull off, of course, but she wasn’t one to go for an easy route. A simple company picnic or such would be rather lacking on her behalf. She would want something with a little more flare, more excitement than just ‘Free food’.

“I’ll take it under consideration. For now, Moore, head back to the office and make sure things are on schedule with the new projects. If anyone comes to ask you about the matter, you may tell them you met with me and that ideas are being weighed out. When I come up with something, I’ll contact you, Thorax.” She instructed to the two men. “Now, if there’s nothing else pressing, I’d like to get back to enjoying my day off.”

Moore snorted to himself and stood up. “Yes, heaven forbid we keep you from tanning, Chrysalis. The CEO’s complexion is of utmost importance.” He remarked, making the changeling scoff and give a flick of her hair.

“When you look as good as I do, Moore, you’ll appreciate tending to one’s self.” She shot back. Chrysalis watched as Thorax gave a bow, the black-suited man following Moore out and back towards the helipad where the pilot was waiting. Once the chopper had left the yacht’s air space, Chrysalis returned to her sunning chair, only now with a mind abuzz with thoughts concerning the men’s ideas. She knew she could just ignore them and carry on with business, but her business side conceded that they had a point. Escaping from the tedious bonds of back to back labor was appreciated even by her; why else had she come to the yacht if only to make sure she could have a break from things?

“Escape...huh.” Chrysalis’ lips curled into a smirk as she hovered on the word. “Maybe this can be fun after all.”

It was a couple weeks later that revealed Chrysalis’ decision on the matter, first taking shape in the form of a raffle box that had been placed in each department for employees to write out their names and enter into the box. The details were vague on the box, stating only that employees who signed up could win an opportunity to participate in a unique and spectacular activity. Many signed on for it, and as a show of good faith, Chrysalis allowed them to see her entering her own self as well as the rest of the top staff, giving the impression of showing everyone had an equal chance to win, not just her playing favorites.

When the time came for the names to be drawn, it was then revealed that names were drawn in pairs, matching up various coworkers with whomever followed after their name when pulled. Many found it an intriguing development, moreso once Chrysalis unveiled what the particular event was they’d be participating in, and why it took so long to put it together. Only one person voiced confusion, but Chrysalis was expecting him to question things.

“An Escape Room? Where in the world did this come from?” Moore asked as he walked alongside the CEO. Chrysalis only smiled at his confusion and walked on, leading him to the waiting station where they and another pair would be participating.

“In researching company events that were quote unquote ‘fun’, the premise of an Escape Room came up very often. Enough so that I decided to give it a whirl instead of something boring like a company outing or potluck. I never do things simple, Moore, don’t you know that by now?” Chrysalis replied.

“Some would say keeping things simple keeps people happy.” He countered.

“And those people are the ones who the world has never heard of, or wants to hear from. Besides, if you were paying attention, the rest of the company looked quite taken with the idea. All we had to do was modify a few spare rooms here in the building to suit our purposes.” She said. “It might’ve been your suggestion, Moore, but my way of thinking always promises a better outcome than your...limited vision.”

“Always gotta come out on top, don’t you?” Moore said. Chrysalis smirked and glanced over at him.

“I’m always on top, Moore. Always.” She assured, turning her focus back to the waiting room where another pair was waiting. “Oh? Thorax and Moondancer? You two got this one as well?” she questioned, spotting the two side by side and talking to one another when she entered.

“Miss Chrysalis.” Thorax greeted, the red-headed woman beside him leaning over to see her also. “Yes. Me and Moon are actually fans of Room Escapes. We’ve done a few in our spare time.”

“Just for fun, of course. Nothing on company time, we promise.” Moondancer added, “Are you and Moore partnered up as well?”

Chrysalis nodded. “As luck would have it, yes. This will be my first time encountering such a thing, myself. Moore as well, going off his confusion on the idea.” She answered, looking at the pouting man.

“Honestly, what’s stopping me from ramming the door down once we’re inside? Ta-da, we escape.” He countered.

“That’s because unlike common Room Escapes, this is one that will require your intellect, not your brawn, Mr. Moore.” A new voice spoke up, drawing attention to a pair of individuals who emerged from the closed door of the newly dubbed ‘escape room’. They wore matching blue shirts and khaki shorts, the shirts emblazoned with the words “Canterlot’s No. 1 Magic Troupe!” on the front. The man who’d spoken was about Moore’s height, with blonde hair and freckles dotting his cheeks beneath his green eyes. The girl beside him bore similar colors in her hair and skin tone, but her eyes were a shining blue instead.

“We would never make a Room Escape that could be solved by simple answers. That’s half the challenge, you know!” The woman declared. “I’m Clear Mirror, and this is my brother Clouded Smoke. We’re the Smoke and Mirrors duo!”

“Honestly, we’re so glad you picked our company to assist you with this, miss Chrysalis. It really is quite a treat getting to construct so many different puzzles for your employees to enjoy working through.” Clouded Smoke stated.

Chrysalis nodded, looking at Moore. “The Smoke and Mirrors company is a respected illusion and stage theatrics company. They have an expertise with constructing elaborate Escape Rooms for anyone to enjoy. I saw some of their work, and decided to pick them to construct our event for today.”

“For which we’re very grateful. Now, concerning Mr. Moore’s question about breaking down the doors: quite simply, you can’t.” Clear explained, waving a hand at the doorway off to the far side of the room. “We remodel each room we use and refit each part of it to suit the scenario we construct. In your case, trying to break the door down will amount to being as useful as cutting a tree down with a toothpick. If you want to get out, you will have to make your way through the challenges we’ve designed for you.”

“Can you elaborate a little on what we’ll be going into?” Moondancer questioned from her seat. “Like, what sort of layout are we going to be involved in?”

“Rest assured, these challenges are not immensely demanding, physically speaking. We prefer on the challenge of the mind for our participants. If you’re clever enough to pay attention to your surroundings and what lies before you, you’ll solve the puzzles with no problem. But I will tell you this right now; nothing is ever as simple as it looks on the first glance.” Clouded answered for her.

“Sounds fairly straightforward. When can we begin?” Chrysalis asked. “And are there any other rules?”

“Just a couple, ma’am,” Clear replied, “Firstly, no magic can be used for the sake of fairness to all participants. It’d not be sporting if one were to just teleport their way through, now would it? We’ll be monitoring your progress throughout, and if we spot any infraction, we can reset you back to the start if necessary. It’s in the interest of sportsmanship, you understand.”

“Secondly, the challenge requires both participants to work together and finish together. You cannot complete the course alone, only with a partner. You will see how we mean once you’re inside.” Clouded added. “Other than that, it's merely a contest of who can complete the course in the shortest amount of time. We’ve made this one particularly fun, so we’re hoping you will enjoy it. Would anyone like to volunteer to be first?”

Chrysalis nodded at Moondancer and Thorax beside her. “Let these two have some fun first. As I understand it, they’ve done this sort of thing before. We’ll see how they like it.” She suggested.

“Are you sure, ma’am? If you and Moore want to go first, we don’t mind to wait.” Moondancer asked.

“It’s no trouble. Besides, I imagine Moore might want to work up his courage first before we go prodding his brain to life like this.” She replied, making Moore roll his eyes.

“For all we know, it's you who’ll be struggling in this one. You’ve never done this before either. You can’t be miss Superior when you’ve never done anything with it.” He replied.

“Then I’ll just have to show you.” Chrysalis said before looking to the waiting pairs of people before her. “We’ll wait our turn. Moony, Thorax, you go ahead. Have fun with it.”

The pair shared a look and Thorax smiled, prompting the bespectacled redhead to smile as well. Clouded Smoke nodded and walked over to the pair.

“Then let’s not delay any longer. Clear will go to the operator’s booth, and I’ll set you up inside. Follow me, please.” Clouded instructed, getting the two to follow him into the far door and leaving Chrysalis alone with Moore. Clear Mirror left as well, walking through another door and out of sight. Taking a seat for herself, the changeling CEO sighed before tugging at her jacket sleeve. The casual outfit she’d worn for today was lighter on her frame, consisting of a simple white long-sleeved shirt with the collar folded over the thin black jacket overtop it. Her plain black skirt came to mid thigh level, where green garters trailed down the rest of her long legs to her black heels.

“You see, Moore? We’re already getting a positive response. Moony and Thorax are sure to have fun, and the rest will too once they get into the swing of things.” She remarked to the male who settled two chairs away from her.

“Funny that we’re paired up, and them too. Seems a little too fortunate, don’t you think?” Moore answered, causing Chrysalis to smirk.

“Now Moore, I made it entirely fair. You saw me put in my own name, didn’t you?”

“Course you did. And no one’s ever rigged a ballot box before in their lives till today.” Moore looked at her, gesturing with a hand. “I actually expected you to ignore my thoughts on the matter, when we came to your yacht. This is kinda surprising, you giving the workers time off like this.”

“Well, only so many needed to work today. The ones who didn’t get to participate are being granted half a day’s leave, so they can seek out their own entertainment on a Friday themselves. I may run a tight ship, Moore, but I’m a fair leader,” Chrysalis said. “The fact we’re partnered for this just means we’re going to demonstrate cooperation between employees that much better. I imagine your fellow men and women will appreciate seeing I can cooperate with you rather than us squaring off at every instance, don’t you?”

“Hmm.” Moore hummed, turning his attention out towards the empty room. His gaze seemed to fall on the several paintings dotting the walls as he spoke again a moment later. “So Moondancer and Thorax do things outside the office together? I always thought they’d be too busy working for you.”

“They make time for themselves aplenty. It’s good for them both; when I first found Moondancer, she was a rather lonesome woman running the local library. Her levels of organization and knowledge were above just being a bookkeeper. I’m glad she’s connected with someone here.” Chrysalis stated.

“Don’t suppose you suspect they might get together outside the office for other reasons than just camaraderie, do you?” Moore pressed, brow furrowed in curiosity. “I mean, they do seem awfully chummy.”

“Oh, I have my suspicions. But it's not an issue.” Chrysalis answered. “That old fashioned rule about interdepartmental dating is as dated as the bricks in Old Canterlot. So long as those two are doing their jobs, and don’t cause me trouble, I’ve got no qualms in allowing them to be close. If anything, it’s helped those two to get through some of the harder times that much better. Even if they won’t tell me directly they’re dating, a changeling knows. We always know.”

“Yeah? That fancy little ‘empathy’ magic of yours, isn’t it?” Moore asked. “Any gauge on how I’m feeling right now?”

“I don’t need magic for that. It’s obvious.” Chrysalis said as she glanced over at him. “Part of you is curious on what the Escape Room’s going to be like, of course. But another part is uncertain on having me as a partner, even though I’m clearly smart enough for this sort of a thing. Topping it off is that little competitive side of yours trying to nudge in and get a word in edgewise overtop me, because you know I’m reading you right on the dot.”

“The only part uncertain in me is if this is some elaborate trick of yours or not. For all I know, I’ll mysteriously vanish in these rooms, your little partners in crime whisking me away to Celestia knows where.” Moore replied.

“Oh, come now, Moore. Be a fair sport. Where else am I going to find as useful an advisor as you? Tossing you away now would be a waste of good talent.” Chrysalis smiled and looked away from him. “You’ll just have to learn to trust me when I say I’ll work with you as long as you work with me.”

Moore didn’t answer to her words, choosing to fold his arms and look aside instead in stubborn defiance. His response only humored Chrysalis further, who pulled out her phone to keep her busy as they awaited Moondancer and Thorax’s return. Part of her thought to try and listen for any sounds coming from the makeshift course beyond the wall to her left, but it seemed the pair had done their homework as she could hear nothing from where she was. It was smart, to make sure no one had a hidden advantage going in.

It took a short while for Thorax and Moondancer to return, almost thirty minutes worth of waiting by Chrysalis’ count. The pair emerged in much of the same manner as they did when they went in, the only difference being Moondancer had removed her heels, and Thorax had taken off his jacket, leaving only his dress shirt on. “So did you have fun?” Chrysalis asked.

“We sure did. That was actually pretty fun, and surprising.” Thorax answered with Moondancer nodding beside him.

“Even with our experience, that was kinda tricky.” Chrysalis arched an eyebrow at this.

“Any hints for us newcomers?” she questioned, only for Moondancer to shake her head.

“Sorry ma’am, but we can’t. It’s part of the experience. Trust us, you’ll have more fun going in without being spoiled on it.” the redhead answered.

Chrysalis gave a ‘tsk’ of disappointment and looked aside. “Always a stickler for the rules, Moony. Well, at least you and Thorax got to have fun on your little date adventure.” She ignored the woman’s blush and turned to Thorax. “So do we go ahead in, or what?”

“T-they have to reset the course. It won’t be long.” He replied, tugging at his shirt collar in a nervous gesture at his boss’ frank suggestion of him and Moondancer being together. “They’ll come get you when it's ready.”

Chrysalis nodded, turning away from the pair to look at Moore again. “Ready to give this a shot, Moore? Or is being my partner too intimidating?”

The black-haired man stood up and gave a scoff at her remark, blue eyes challenging her as he met her stare. “Hardly. If anything, I’m just motivated to complete this that much faster.” he replied.

“Good. We’ll see if that motivation holds up when we get inside.” Chrysalis said before looking away as Clouded Smoke returned, grinning at Moondancer and Thorax before turning to the changeling.

“Ok, we’re all set. Miss Chrysalis, Mr. Moore? If you’re ready?” He questioned. Getting a nod from both of them, he led the way to the far door and held it open for them to enter. Any details of the room were blocked by a large red curtain placed just past the door and surrounding them on both sides. Chrysalis raised an eyebrow while Moore looked to the waiting game-maker.

“Alright, so what do we do?” He asked.

“Right. This escape room is a three stage piece. The basic premise is, obviously, clearing each room to get to the end as quick as possible. Teamwork is a must to complete these challenges; you will find it very difficult to try and attain victory alone.” Clouded Smoke explained. “However, we like to make things be tricky. So, to make sure no one gets left behind, you and your partner will be bound at the wrist by these chains.” He held up a piece of chain metal, bright and polished, before nodding at the two. “It will be tight enough to keep you two together, but not enough to be uncomfortable I promise.”

Chrysalis snorted at this, and looked at Moore beside her. From his disbelieving expression, he hadn’t expected this either. “So, Moore, do you prefer your right hand or your left?” she asked, drawing his attention to her.

“I’m ambidextrous. So it doesn’t matter.” He replied.

“Funny, I’d have taken you for a right-hander.” Chrysalis remarked before holding up her left hand. “I’d prefer to keep using mine, if it's all the same to you.”

Moore nodded, and the pair swapped spots so Chrysalis was on his right side. Clouded Smoke then bound the pair’s wrists together, leaving them now forced to stay together as the chain gave very little room to move or pull from the other. Once the chains had been secured with a lock, Clouded Smoke stepped back and clapped his hands together.

“Alright! You’ll be starting in just a minute. Once I leave the room and the curtain drops, you’ll be officially in the game. Good luck, and remember; you have to use your smarts for these challenges. Don’t let your instincts mislead you.” He advised before stepping past the curtain and leaving the two to stand there to wait. Moore gave a slight shake of his arm, making Chrysalis’ arm move in tandem with him.

“I’ve heard of being chained to your work before, but this is a little over the top, isn’t it?” He commented with a raised eyebrow, causing Chrysalis to snort.

“You could be bound to worse things, Moore, than just me. I promise, I won’t bite. Much.” She replied, making the suited man roll his eyes. Only a few moments later, the room suddenly went dark, making Moore grunt in surprise while Chrysalis kept still. She listened as she heard the sound of the curtain rustle, no doubt parting to let them move into the room properly.

“Welcome to Room Number One! To unlock the door, you must find the switch. You’ll have to work together to open the path to room number two, so hop to it! And remember: trusting in your partner for a second set of eyes is better than using just your own!” Clear Mirror’s voice came from above them, loud and clear. Chrysalis tucked the advice away in her mind while focusing on letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. Being a changeling allowed her a small degree of natural night vision, but only so much. For a brief moment, she considered trying to employ her magic, but before she could even move to act, Clear Mirror’s voice came through again.

“Oh, one more thing: the room is lined with anti-magic runes interlaced in the walls and floor. So trying to conjure the switch to you, or trying to create a light won’t have any effect. Just natural ability for this challenge!”

“Clever little shits, aren’t they?” Chrysalis muttered aloud before looking to her left at Moore who had yet to move. “We’ll have to move together. Can you see at all?”

“Not at all. Feels like I’ve gone blind. You?” Moore replied to her.

“A little. I can’t do anymore though, since Miss Mirror’s thought of that option. But, like she said: natural ability.” Chrysalis replied. She was beginning to make out shapes and objects in the room’s darkness, but only enough to recognize a physical presence, let alone whatever the shape may be. “The switch could be a simple button or lever to open the door. Any ideas?”

“Well, the goal is finding the switch. That would suggest it’s something fixed in position, not something we can exactly move ourselves. We can’t see, or at least I can’t, meaning the object has to be something we can find with our other senses. The most obvious is touch, so we’ll have to feel out the room and go from there.” Moore’s analysis was thorough for what he had to work with, making Chrysalis nod beside him.

“Follow my lead. I can still see a little, so I can make sure we’re not tripping over ourselves.” Chrysalis said, able to see Moore nod in her limited vision. “And for both our sakes, let’s stick to verbal communication. I can barely make out your face in here.”

“Right.”

The CEO took the lead, keeping her left arm held up so Moore would feel the tug of the chain binding them together and know where she was going. The metal wrapping didn’t dig into her wrist much, but she could feel it shift along her skin as she moved. It was different than she expected, being restricted as she was in her sight and in movement. It was an alien feeling, and one she didn’t expect to get used to for long if she could help it.

“Chrysalis, what can you see so far? I’m kinda having to follow you here, you know.” Moore asked from her left. He was a step behind her, keeping pace with her movement as best he could. A bump against her arm corrected that thought, however, and she watched a blur pass beside her. “Sorry. I can’t see a damn thing.”

“Nothing really jumping out so far. I can make out some kind of shape in the middle of the room.” Chrysalis described as she looked around her. There were no reflective surfaces in the room either, or anything seeming to give off some sort of glow or shine to go off of. “I think there’s a shelf to our front. Walk forward with me.” She instructed, and took slow steps towards the vague shape she could see in front of her. No sound came from any direction, save only her own footsteps on the tile floor they were on. She assumed it was tile; it sounded similar to the sound she heard when her heels walked on such a material.

Coming to a stop, Chrysalis heard Moore shift beside her, the chain following his position and going slack as he moved closer. The changeling could make out his shape, and looked down when his arm brushed by hers. Ignoring the knee-jerk instinct to tug her arm away, she kept still and let him move forward, her left hand following somewhat as he touched the shelf before them.

“Wooden shelf. But nothing’s here.” Moore said. Chrysalis brought her right hand up and reached above where she thought Moore’s hand was placed. As he described, it was a wooden shelf, but there were no books, no objects, nothing to grasp or hold onto. It seemed like a dead end. She went lower, trying another shelf, and came across Moore’s own searching hand. He jerked back, making her scoff at his reaction.

“This is troublesome.” Moore commented. “How are we supposed to find the switch like this, when we can barely see anything that looks like a switch?”

“The answer might be more simple than we’re thinking. It can’t be too complicated, or else Moondancer and Thorax would’ve taken longer.” Chrysalis replied. “We’re thinking too hard on this for what’s supposed to be a simple challenge. It’s the first room, for sun’s sake.”

“So what do we do? Follow the walls around the room until we find something?” Moore questioned. “Even if we find the switch, we might walk right past it since we can’t see it. Or I can’t, at least.”

His words made the changeling pause, and she turned about, making Moore jerk and bump into her as the chain pulled him into her. He caught himself on her shoulder, righting himself before releasing her. “What happened to ‘verbal communication’?” he asked.

“You’re doing it now, aren’t you? And I think you just gave me an idea.” Chrysalis said, giving another tug of the chain with her arm and getting Moore to follow her. She returned to where she believed the middle of the room was, and laid her free hand on the top of the object before her. “I was right. It’s a chair. But why in the middle of the room, when we can’t see?”

Moore spoke up from behind her. “If one of us sits in it, maybe something will appear? Like the real switch?” he suggested.

“But that requires only one person.” Chrysalis pointed out. “Here, you sit in it, see what happens. I can see better than you, so if something changes, I’m more likely to notice it than you.”

“Alright. Here, let me move.” He said. His shoulder bumped into Chrysalis’ as he moved towards the seat, making the woman shake her head to herself as he found the chair and settled into it. Chrysalis watched, although in her mind, she found it rather useless trying to see if anything changed. Unless the chair brought on more light somehow, then she saw no point to this. Her ears picked up a subtle click after a moment, making her look down to where Moore’s shape was sitting. “Did you see anything?”

“No. But I heard something click, like something triggered. Sort of.” Chrysalis answered. She tried to look around, but saw nothing had changed: no sign had illuminated, no door had swung open. “We’re missing something. Can you think of any clues on what it might be, Moore?”

“She said it was something we both needed to work together to find. But we did find it.” Moore replied. “Or you did. All I’ve done is just sat down in the chair. I felt it move a little, I think, but nothing else.”

“Perhaps...keep still.” She instructed as she thought to herself before smiling. “Of course. The easiest solution is the best here. The chair is our switch.”

“Ok, but how are we going to get enough weight to - hey!” Moore exclaimed as Chrysalis planted herself on his lap, her weight joining his on the chair. The CEO only smirked at Moore’s surprise. “W-what the hell are you doing?!”

“If the chair’s our switch, and we can only make use of each other to solve the puzzle, then clearly it means we both need to sit here. We’re working together, Moore.” she explained. The changeling could feel him shifting beneath her, having not expected the move. Though she couldn’t see it herself, Chrysalis wagered her position caught him off guard from the way his thighs shifted as he tried to adjust to the sudden change. “Consider yourself lucky; most men would kill to be in your spot right now, beneath me.”

“Yeah, right.” Moore scoffed before giving a start as the chair sunk into the floor, an audible “clunk” sound emanating from beneath them. Ahead and to the right, they could hear metal unlocking and watched as light streamed from the doorway into the room, allowing them vision at last.

“There. See?” Chrysalis said as she pushed back against Moore, laying her hand on his arm to push herself out of the chair and to stand upright. “That’s one challenge down.”

“Next time, warn me before you try using me as a seat cushion.” he replied. “Little too close for comfort, to my liking.”

“And here I thought that was the point of this little game of ours. To get closer.” Chrysalis said, leading the way to the door as they exited the dark room and came upon a similar entryway as the first. This time, a vibrant blue-colored curtain blocked their view. To their left, a small pedestal sat with a simple red pillow atop it. Nothing else was present, leaving Chrysalis to frown until she heard the intercom crackle to life above them.

“Well done! You’ve reached room number two. For this challenge, one of you will need to be blindfolded while the other works to secure your safety across this room. It will rely not only on your ability to work together, but your evaluation of risk versus reward. There is more than one way to clear this challenge.”

“Ok, but what blindfold? Where is it?” Moore questioned.

“Hey, you left us no blindfold in here!” Chrysalis called out, bringing her unbound hand up to her mouth to try and speak louder. “There’s nothing there!”

“Oh dear. One moment!” Clouded Smoke’s voice replied before whispering could be heard between himself and Mirror. Chrysalis tapped her foot while she waited, looking at Moore who seemed to mimic her patient expression. Seeing her looking, he only shrugged his shoulders, confused as she was.

“Do either of you perhaps have a garment or such you can use as a blindfold? It appears when we reset the room; we forgot to position the blindfold on the pedestal. Our apologies!”

Chrysalis scoffed. “Well, scratch off the ‘perfect’ score for those two. Hmm…” she hummed before looking down at the floor. The woman’s green garters caught her eye, and she nodded to herself. “I know a way we can improvise here. Moore, do me a favor and look over there, would you?”

“Ok?” he replied, turning his head to look at the curtain to his left, away from Chrysalis’ position. Satisfied once he was not looking at her, the changeling kicked off her heels and used her unrestrained hand to reach for the hem of her garter on her right leg, while her left hand used Moore’s shoulder to prop herself up. “What’re you doing?”

“Adapting to the situation. Now be a good boy, and don’t turn around. I don’t want you to peek.” Chrysalis instructed him.

“Like I’d peek at you.” He scoffed, keeping his gaze away from her. “Don’t tell me the CEO of Onyx Enterprises keeps random blindfolds on her person?”

“Hardly, Moore. A lady appreciates having privacy when she’s adjusting her outfit, you know.” Chrysalis said as she worked the garter down her long leg, the cloth coming off as she tugged it free from her leg and then her foot. Still holding onto Moore for balance, she balled the cloth in her hand before reaching across her body for the opposite leg. This was a little more difficult without her other hand to help her, but she made do, giving off a small huff as she worked. She sighed when the cloth came free, and righted herself once more before sliding her heels back on.

“We have a blindfold now!” She called up to the intercom, looking at Moore and holding up her garters with a grin. The businessman stared in surprise at the decision, glancing down at her now bare legs before looking up at the triumphant woman.

“Clever. So who is going to be blindfolded? Me or you?”

“Well, I provided the material to save us time and contributed. Your contribution so far has just been to tag along, Moore. So I think you’ll do to be blindfolded this time.” Chrysalis suggested.

“Seriously? I just got to be able to see, and now I’m going in blind again?” He protested, frowning at her.

“You should be grateful. You’re hardly having to do anything, while I handle all the heavy business. It’s just like in the office.” She teased, making him scowl before sighing and holding his hand out to take the garters from her. She passed them to him, and he brought the cloth up to try and wrap around his eyes, only to stop when his other hand was held back by hers that was chained to it still.

“A little help?” he asked, looking at the changeling. Chrysalis only smirked and set about helping to tie the cloth in place around his eyes. Drawing close, she pressed her chest into his back as her hands pulled the garters around.

“I can always spare a hand for my fellow employees. Now you can’t even argue against that yourself.” Chrysalis whispered to him as she helped tie the garters in place to cover his sight. Moore only gave a grunt of acknowledgement, though Chrysalis suspected there was a touch of color in the stern consultant’s cheeks.

“Way to be creative guys! Now you’re all set. Oh, and one more thing!” Smoke’s voice chimed from above. “You can’t take your time with this challenge. If you’re not quick enough, you’ll be forced to restart from the beginning of the room. Mind your step!”

Step Five: Mixing Work With Play (Pt. 2)

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“What’s that supposed to mean?” Moore questioned, turning his head to the left.

Chrysalis opened her mouth to reply, but was kept from speaking as the curtain lifted. The unveiled room before Chrysalis’ view was much more plain-looking than the previous room. There were no fixtures on the wall or the ceiling, save a small black speaker she could see in the center of the room, no doubt where Smoke’s voice was coming from. The floor was a simple series of tiles, at first look. A humming noise from behind pulled the changeling from her thoughts, making her look to see the doorway they’d entered from become blocked by a solid red wall of light.

“So they put a time crunch on this one. That’s interesting.” Chrysalis remarked, making Moore turn his head left and right.

“I can’t see shit. What the hell is happening?” He asked again.

“We need to move forward. They’re making us move quick, or else we’ll have to start over.” Chrysalis answered, staying behind him. “Take a step forward. I think this is some kind of maze trick room.”

“Alright.” Moore held his arms up, the chain making Chrysalis’ left hand follow before he took one step forward, moving from the starting platform they were at and into the room proper. As soon as both his and Chrysalis’ feet were on the tile, it triggered several things at once. The tile they occupied glowed a bright yellow, while the tiles before them seemed to shuffle in colors before settling between green and red. Chancing a look behind her, Chrysalis narrowed her eyes as she saw the wall of red light begin to creep forward, slow for the time being.

“We have to make our way across the room. It looks like there’s more than one route, since the tiles that look safe are shuffled.” Chrysalis described for Moore. There were two green tiles to her right, albeit a wide step away. On her left, there was a solitary green tile, but surrounded by red tiles on every side. It looked harder to reach for them both together, so the right way would have to do.

“Ok, there’s two tiles to your right. Turn yourself a little to the right, and walk forward. I’ll be right behind you.” Chrysalis instructed him.

“Ok. This is...weird.” He commented. Chrysalis watched as he lifted his left leg up, and extended it out to try and follow her directions. Moore’s wide gait helped in this case, allowing him to reach the two tiles with little trouble. Being right behind him, the changeling followed, and looked behind again to check for any changes. The yellow tile had changed to red, and the wall of light continued its slow forward creep. “Where next?”

Chrysalis directed her gaze forward. Now there was only one green tile in immediate reach, directly in front of them. It was a risky reach, however, but something was making the changeling suspicious. As difficult as it was to maneuver through this room like they were, it was still too easy. All she was needing to do was to make sure that Moore didn’t step too far or too close to make his mark.

“Ok, straight ahead. It’s a small step, so don’t go too far.” She said, getting a nod from the blindfolded man. He lifted his foot and moved forward, but Chrysalis’ eyes widened as the green tile suddenly flickered, then changed to red right before Moore’s foot made contact.

“Wait!”

Too late; Moore’s foot pressed the tile, evoking a warning alarm that made him jump and pull back to the tiles they were on. Chrysalis watched as the other green tiles shifted, randomizing their positions again around the room. Looking behind her, she watched as the red wall of light looming behind them progressed a little faster, approaching at a faster crawl than before.

“Shit. It was a trick panel.” Chrysalis cursed.

“What happened?” Moore asked. “What do we do?”

“Move faster and make sure we don’t step on any other red tiles. The more we hit, the faster that wall behind us will catch up.”

“What wall?!”

“Just move, Moore!”

“Where? I can’t fucking see, remember!” He fired back at her.

“Godsdammit.” Chrysalis swore as she saw a green tile to their right light up. “To the right. I’ll keep pace with you.”

It took Moore a moment to try and orient himself, causing Chrysalis to put her hands on his shoulders and direct him on the precise direction. It helped out, allowing him to reach the tile and her to follow him. The time crunch was starting to itch at the back of Chrysalis’ mind, as she pondered if they’d hidden any other traps in the room for them. They were clever, she could give that much to them. They were about halfway into the room, but still had some ways to go before they got to the end, which was denoted by a bright white lit tile.

“Ok, small step forward. It’s directly in front of us.” Chrysalis instructed. She kept her hands on his shoulders, staying close to make sure he didn’t go too far or not far enough.

“Think Moondancer and Thorax had a harder time with this than we are?” Moore questioned.

“Those two have more experience with this than we do. I’m sure they were thrilled.” Chrysalis replied. “Ok, take two steps left and then forward.”

Moore obeyed, and stepped forward onto the next green tile, securing his standing. Chrysalis looked behind them again, seeing the wall of red light still dragging forward. The tiles behind it had gone completely black, making the woman huff before stepping to follow after Moore. Only the tiles shifted again, and her heels came down upon a blue tile, catching her by surprise. When her feet made contact, the tile glowed before dulling again. Confused, Chrysalis made to move her feet, but found they would not pull away. Moore waited beside her on a still green tile while she struggled.

“Shit. Come on!” She cursed, drawing Moore’s attention to her. “Another trick tile. I’m stuck.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Do I make jokes, smartass?” She replied, trying without avail to get her heel free. Looking down at the tile again, Chrysalis growled before a thought struck her. Kneeling down, she loosened a clasp on her heels, and wiggled her feet free of them. “There. I better get them back later on.” Chrysalis said. Her bare feet were warmed by the light emanating from the green tile beneath her and Moore. “Come on.”

“Time for things to speed up some!” Clouded Smoke’s voice made Chrysalis and Moore’s heads jerk up, before the changeling turned to look behind her. The wall of red light, which had been steady in pace but still far behind them, began moving much faster. The sheer increase in speed made her eyes widen before turning back to Moore.

“I hate this damn game. Come on! Screw this!” Chrysalis yelled before plowing forward. Being chained to her, Moore had no choice but to follow when her arm jerked his forward, making him stumble before righting himself. Both of their steps hit green and red tiles alike, the goal of the room in sight dead ahead. Their long strides carried them far, but their triggering of the red tiles only sped up the impending wall behind them as well. The hum of the magic-induced wall became louder as they drew to the end.

Chrysalis took one last look behind her before grabbing for Moore’s arm, clasping her hand on his to tug him forward with her. Her legs tensed before she leapt forward, bringing Moore with her as she landed on the glowing white tile signifying the goal point. Gravity caught up with her, however, as Moore barreled into her from behind, bringing them both to the floor if within safety. The red wall of light stopped as a celebratory chime sounded from the intercom.

“Good work! You’ve made it through room number two!” Smoke’s voice called out to them. “Smart thinking to brave the rest of the way to save time. One wrong step, and you would’ve had to start over!”

Chrysalis growled and lifted her head up, shaking it to move her green locks out of her face. “Praise the Sun.” She huffed, trying to get up but being kept in place by Moore’s weight. “Moore, get up, would you? There’s better ways to get close to me.”

“You frickin’ tugged me off my feet, give me a sec.” He fired back before moving to stand. His midriff had been pressing into the changeling’s back, his weight shifting as he got up. His arm chained to hers brought her up partially, making her stand to follow him once he was upright. “Sorry. I wasn’t expecting a mad dash like that.”

“It’s fine. We beat the challenge anyway. Thanks to my quick thinking.” She asserted, lifting her free hand to brush her hair back behind her and out of her face. “See? Listening to me gets you where you want to go. You just have to do things my way.”

“...Even in teamwork exercises, you still insist on being the leader, huh?” Moore replied, his sarcasm flowing through his tone as he stood there.

Chrysalis frowned at the blindfolded man and reached up, undoing the tied knot of her garters that was covering his eyes. He managed to get them off with her help, keeping them clutched in his hand while she stared at his revealed eyes.

“I can work with others plenty fine, Moore. So long as they know when the chips are down, I’m the one at the top.” She insisted. “Do you really suppose you’d have cleared that room on the first try if the roles were switched?”

“To be fair, it’s hard to guide someone who can’t see. No walls to go by, nothing to feel out with but my own two hands.” He told her. “But...you did good, Chrysalis. I admit, I’d probably not do as well under the sudden crunch. I’d take time to think, and we needed instant decisions then.”

“Now you’re getting it.” The changeling told him with a small smile.

The doorway in front of them slid to the right, unveiling the room awaiting them. It was well-lit, allowing her to see plenty of the room’s details. If anything, the room appeared to be designed much like a spare personal study. Bookshelves lined one wall, littered with dozens of books of all sizes and shapes. There were storage boxes along another wall, stacked one on top of the other, next to filing cabinets and glass displays. A mirror was perched on top of the boxes, though there looked to be some kind of writing across its surface. In the middle of the room, a large oak desk was seated with a rolling chair parked beside it, and a black container with the lid open.

“Well. We can see, at least.” Moore commented from beside her as they entered. “Already an improvement.”

“True. Though this looks strangely normal for a room to ‘escape’ from,” Chrysalis said as she looked about the room. “I don’t trust it.”

“You don’t trust anything but yourself, Chrysalis.”

“Because only I’m smart enough to be trusted, Moore.” She replied before the intercom crackled to life.

“Welcome to room number three!” Clear Mirror’s voice came through again. “This is the final part of the challenge. As you can see, in the middle of the room, there is an open empty container waiting to be filled. The door out is charmed to open only when enough material has been gathered into the container to meet its requirements. You’ll have to solve what can meet that requirement. There’s multiple ways to solve this dilemma, but know this: you’ll need one key item hidden within this room to find the way out. Good luck!”

“A scavenger hunt. A little childish, but fair enough.” Chrysalis summarized as she turned to look around the room. “I imagine they’ve hidden items in some of these boxes. Things worth value to meet the challenge.”

“Good deduction. But she said there’s a key item. They wouldn’t make it so easy that they’d leave the important item in the open.” Moore pointed out.

“Good to see you’re keeping up, Moore. Any ideas on where it’d be?” Chrysalis asked as she walked over towards the boxes, bringing Moore with her as they were still chained together.

“Not sure. The room looks too plain to have it out in the open, so they’re probably expecting us to dig a little. We could try the boxes first.” He suggested. “The key item won’t open the door by itself, I’m sure. But it's just another hoop to jump through to beat the challenge.”

“No time to waste then.” Chrysalis plucked up the first small box at the top of the pile, jostling the others and making the mirror perched atop them shake. Moore grabbed for the mirror before it would move further, and lowered it to the floor at their feet. Opening her selected box, Chrysalis found it filled with newspaper cuttings, and shifted through them until she felt her fingers brush something cold and metallic. Pulling it out, the CEO smiled to herself at the golden watch in her grasp.

“Shame we can’t keep these items. It’d be nice collateral for us if we won.” she commented before tossing it into the container on the desk with a wave of her hand. The watch vanished into it, causing a brief blue glow to emanate from its depths before going dark once more.

“Honestly, Chrysalis,” Moore huffed from beside her, opening another box and digging out a charm bracelet, gleaming in silver ornaments. “You almost make it sound like you’re thinking of sharing. You sure you didn’t hit your head earlier?”

“Who said I was referring to you?” She replied.

“Never mind. Feels like this box is empty anyway.” He said as he gave the box a shake, then tossed it aside. This carried on for a few minutes, each box either unveiling nothing of use to them or something small to throw into the container on the desk. Yet it felt like little progress was being made by the time they got to the last box.

“We’ve not found it yet. Maybe it's in the filing cabinet?” Moore said as he looked around the room.

Chrysalis opened the wooden container and reached inside, her fingers brushing another metallic item. It was small, though, fitting in the palm of her hand as she withdrew it, before opening her hand to find she’d discovered a small yellow key.

“It’s no hidden item, but I think I found something to help.” Chrysalis said, getting Moore’s attention as he turned back to her. Bringing both their arms up, she held up the key and slipped it into the lock that was keeping the chain in place. With the lock undone, the binding metal came loose and fell to the floor between them. Chrysalis sighed as she flexed her now freed hand, Moore giving his a shake before lowering his arm.

“Thank goodness.” Moore said while Chrysalis smirked.

“Only you would complain about being chained to a beautiful woman, Moore.” She teased.

“Hardly. More about getting loose from the carnivore attached to me.” He replied, making Chrysalis snort before they turned to look at the rest of the room. “We’re missing something. Even if we go through the cabinets, that’s hardly a hunt for things when it's so obvious. We need to think harder.”

“Let’s play their game then. If I was a rich homeowner - and I am - where would I try to hide my valuables out of harm’s or thieves’ way?” Chrysalis questioned.

Moore brought a hand to his chin as he thought, keeping quiet. Now free to move, he turned away from Chrysalis’ direction and looked behind them at the now discarded pile of boxes, as well as the mirror on the floor now. Chrysalis let her eyes wander across the room as she continued thinking.

“The picture frames are a possibility, but that might lead to a safe that’s locked. Maybe in the desk itself?” She murmured as ideas ran through her brain. “But that’s still so...obvious. Anyone with a brain would think to check there.”

“Then we need to think of things not so obvious.” Moore said from behind her. Chrysalis turned and looked as her would-be partner picked up the mirror on the ground before bringing it forward to her. “Can you make any sense of this?”

Taking the mirror from him, Chrysalis took one look at the garbled message scrawled across the mirror’s surface before raising an eyebrow. “Someone got drunk in the middle of setting up the room?”

“Hardly. It’s a hidden message.” Moore told her, making her look up at him. “Switch the letters around, and we’d have a clue maybe on what we’re missing, or where to look.”

“Fair idea. Can’t hurt to try.” Chrysalis said before setting the mirror on the table to look at it, her reflection staring back at her and Moore’s behind the jumbled letters. In her mind, she started to try and piece together what the words could be properly, shifting letters left and right as various words crossed her mind. “As...cold as...stone, yet harder too.”

“You find me...where I-no, wait, where you hear, I do.” Moore finished the second half and scratched at his head. “...the heck?”

“Our hint’s a riddle. Figures.” Chrysalis scoffed before looking at Moore. “It’s describing an item, I gathered that much. But there’s tons of things that are cold as stone, yet harder.”

“Where you hear, I do. Somewhere we all hear something?” Moore muttered before shaking his head. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“You can play with your drunken mirror, Moore. I’m going to check the cabinets. There might be something else in them.” Chrysalis declared. She turned away and walked towards the untouched cabinets, but was stopped when Moore grabbed her wrist.

“We need to solve this first, or else we’ll not get out! Remember what Clear said?” he said, frowning at her. "Without that key item, no matter what else we find, we don't get out!"

Chrysalis growled and tugged her wrist away before folding her arms over her chest. “She said there’s more than one way to solve this puzzle. The whole ‘key item’ thing might be them bullshitting us to make us spin in circles when the answer’s simpler than that!” she argued.

“I know that, but if solving this makes us solve the puzzle that much faster, wouldn’t that be just as smart?” he pointed out. “Do you have to be so stubborn on this? You’ve taken charge every time so far. Work with me for once, why don’t you?”

“I have, Moore, each time we’ve needed to. I told you; I don’t play second fiddle. I’m the leader.” Chrysalis answered.

“I swear, you just lead to win arguments. You’re like an old nanny nagging her husband just so she can win.” He declared, his eyes hardened with irritation. The suited man opened his mouth to continue, but stopped, making Chrysalis raise an eyebrow.

“If you're about to ask if I have any grey hairs, I'd strongly reconsider. Unless you want to be fired?” She questioned.

“No, just...shut up a second.” He told her, making the changeling scoff before he looked back at the mirror, then to her again. “Marriage. What’s the biggest symbol for marriage in modern society, Chrysalis?”

“I guess that’d be a bridal outfit, or maybe a...diamond ring.” Chrysalis replied, her eyes widening in realization of Moore’s point. “Holy shit, a diamond ring. A diamond is always harder than stone, and cool to the touch.”

“And it's always where you hear 'I do'. Most importantly, diamond rings are always expensive as Tartarus.” Moore pointed out. “If we can find that ring, we find the key item we need to get out of here.”

“Ok, but where?” Chrysalis asked, turning away from Moore to survey the room. “A diamond ring is small. It’s not going to just be lying out in the open.” Her eyes panned the cast aside boxes, a brief contemplation crossing her mind to wonder if the ring could’ve been hidden amongst the rubbish they’d thrown aside. But she put that thought aside when she reminded herself the roommakers would want them to look harder than that. Her eyes fell upon the bookcase, and she wandered over to it while speaking. “Check the desk over. There might be a hidden compartment on it, or something in one of the drawers.”

“Right.” Moore agreed, kneeling down to inspect the wooden furniture while Chrysalis’ gaze looked along the books before her. She wasn’t sure why or how, but her instincts were telling her something was hidden here. Whether it was the ring or not, a bookshelf offered a vast array of spots to hide something. The changeling first tried to move the shelf itself, to see if something was behind it, but the heavy weight kept it from budging. Next, she ran a hand along the sides and top of the wooden shelf, suspecting there could be a hidden switch or hiding spot that would run odd against her fingers. Yet she was given nothing, as far as she could tell.

“Dammit. Where are you?” she muttered, taking a step back from the shelf to rethink her strategy. Letting her eyes wander along the books, her gaze fell upon an obscure red book that was wedged between thick reference textbooks. The odd coloring, as well as its smaller size, made the book seem out of place. Reaching up, she tugged the book out from the shelf, watching for a moment to see if that would trigger some sort of switch or mechanism. Nothing moved, leading the woman to gaze down at what was in her hands.

“Her Lover’s Savage Heartbeat? Ugh.” Chrysalis rolled her eyes at the title of the book before opening it to the front pages. A brief skimming of the chapter index let her find, amidst the boring cliche titles and names, one chapter labeled Marriage. Turning towards the back, she heard Moore sigh as he left the desk.

“Nothing but dust and empty drawers. It was a false lead.” He said from behind her. “What did you find?”

“Terrible literature, for a start.” Chrysalis replied as she flipped through the pages of the chapter. Ignoring the prose before her, she smiled to herself when a final page turn revealed a prize: a gleaming, bright diamond ring, taped in place on the page itself. A gentle tug freed the jewelry from its spot, and she held the ring up to show Moore. “But I did find a prize inside.”

“Sure beats a decoder ring in the cereal box.” He remarked as she dropped it into the black gathering container. The box gave a glow, this time colored red, before settling. This time, however, the box closed of its own accord, making Chrysalis raise an eyebrow before turning to watch as a doorway on the far side of the room opened, revealing an exit.“That’s it? I thought we needed more?” Moore asked.

“It’s classic misdirection.” Chrysalis replied as she walked towards the exit, her partner following behind her. “They never explicitly said we needed to have the ring and plenty of treasure. Only the ring was the real requirement. The trick is making the players think they need more than the bare essentials to escape. If you put your mind to it, finding the precise required items first is the priority to escape the fastest, instead of scrambling like a chicken with its head cut off.” She explained. “It’s clever, I have to admit. I could see others getting tripped over it.”

“But let me guess: you’re too clever for that?” Moore offered.

Chrysalis just smiled over at him. “See, Moore? We’re working together better already. You’re already complimenting me.”

“I was trying to be sarcastic, but...you know what? It’s fine. Take the compliment.” Moore sighed as they exited the room and emerged in a simple hallway, the door behind them closing once they were out of the room. They pressed on, walking down the hallway and coming to another door that Chrysalis pushed open. For a brief moment, Chrysalis steeled herself for a surprise twist to their exiting the room, as if some final trap door would suddenly spring open. But nothing of the sort showed itself, as the two found themselves in the lobby where they’d come from at the beginning, with Clouded Smoke and Clear Mirror waiting with delighted expressions.

“Congratulations! You beat the challenge!” Mirror declared, giving a light clap of her hands.

“Well done! For first timers, you were very clever in solving the puzzles and besting the rooms. You even managed to best Miss Moondancer and Thorax’s times.” Smoke added. “What do you think? Any commentary on your experience?”

Chrysalis shared a look with Moore, who shrugged his shoulders, not sure of what to offer here. Giving a toss of her long hair behind her, Chrysalis spoke for them both.

“It was an impressive challenge, and commendable as a practice of teamwork. If I had not had Moore as my partner in this endeavor, perhaps I would still be in there, as he did solve the riddle faster than I did.” She replied, glancing at the male beside her again. “It seems he has some uses that even I didn’t know about.”

Moore rubbed the back of his head. “To be fair, she led the whole time. That second room almost got us, if not for her getting us through it.” He said back. “This was...definitely different than anything I’ve done before. You two definitely have a talent for making puzzle rooms.”

“Thank you very much!” Mirror replied, giving a bow of her head as did Smoke. “We checked on some of the other participants, and some are still continuing through their challenges. If you’d like, you’re free to go and observe them, or carry on at your leisure. Thank you again for allowing us to help you and your company, Miss Chrysalis.”

“It was definitely entertaining. I’ll be certain to keep you two in mind, if we decide to employ such things next time around.” Chrysalis assured them before looking up as Moondancer and Thorax joined them.

“I see you two made it through. Well done, Miss Chrysalis, Moore.” Thorax remarked while Moondancer nodded, “How did you get through so quick?”

“Quick thinking and reliable smarts, Thorax. That’s why I’m at the top, after all.” The changeling woman replied. Moore snorted from beside her, but said nothing elsewise until he noticed Moondancer’s odd look at his side.

“Something the matter, miss Moondancer?”

“Why are Chrysalis’ stockings in your pocket?” she questioned, making Moore do a double take before digging the cloth pieces out of his pocket and holding them up.

“Isn’t it obvious? I had to motivate him somehow, and what better way to motivate a man than by showing a little leg?” Chrysalis taunted, making Moore scowl at her before throwing the clothing to her, the woman catching the balled up leggings with ease.

“We had to use them for a blindfold, since the provided one was missing. It was her idea to begin with.” Moore pointed out, making Moondancer nod while Thorax looked to Chrysalis for confirmation. The woman just smiled to herself and shrugged her shoulders.

“What can I say? I know how to improvise when the situation calls for it.”

Step Six: Eliminating Opposition

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Chrysalis’ eyes scanned over the documents before her, reading each line with a calm expression on her face. Inside however, a storm loomed, itching to burst forward and vocalize her fury at what she was reading. The provider of the document stayed in her seat, hands folded in her lap as she awaited the CEO’s response to what she had given her. The changeling businesswoman finished reading and brought two fingers to her temple as she tried to assuage her developing headache. Opening her closed eyes, she peered at the woman across from her and sighed.

Cryptic Veil, or simply Veil as she preferred to be called, was a normal-looking woman for her young age. The white button top and black business pants she wore, along with the bob of blonde hair atop her head and fixed wire glasses gave every impression that miss Veil was just another member of the crew and here to earn her own wages. However, Veil served a much more useful aid to Chrysalis than just as another cog in her extensive machine of business. She was one of the so-called “watchdogs” within her business, a way for her to keep eyes on suspicious or concerning matters. It helped that she could use her changeling talents to completely mask her true heritage and be just another face in the office.

“And you can confirm this with one hundred percent 100% certainty? There’s no room for a misjudgment here at this level,” Chrysalis questioned.

“I can, ma’am. There is no doubt of it. I have voice recordings saved as well, if you wish to hear it.” Veil replied, patting her business briefcase beside her chair.

“You can save it, for now. This...this is a problem.” Chrysalis said before pressing a button on her desk telephone to page her secretary. “I want Mr. Moore in my office, pronto. There’s an urgent matter he needs to be here for.”

“Yes, Miss Chrysalis.” The intercom clicked off, and Chrysalis settled back in her chair as her mind raced with questions on what to do. There were plenty of options, but there were things to consider. Questions to ask, routes to ponder, weigh the risk of murder versus complete corporate ruin. By the time a few more minutes had passed, and Moore had arrived, the only prevailing element going through Chrysalis’ head was utter irritation.

“You called, Chrysalis?” Moore’s voice brought her from her thoughts as she glared up at him. Even if her anger wasn’t directed at him, enough showed to make the black-haired man pause in his approach. “...Miss Veil, why does our boss look ready to throttle me?”

“We have a problem, Moore. A genuine problem.” Chrysalis growled out before holding up the documents she’d been reading since Veil had first entered her office that morning. As he read, she continued speaking. “Miss Veil here is one of my watchdogs within headquarters. She works as secretary to the board, and is otherwise seen as your typical nine to fiver within company walls. However, it’s her efforts and others like her that help me keep my eyes and ears aware when trouble tries to brew.”

“So imagine my surprise this morning,” Chrysalis continued, getting up from her seat to walk to the window, “when Miss Veil informs me that my board, a gathering of members of this company who helped me reach the status I have today, have taken a liking to the idea of trying to knock me from my seat.” She stopped as her fists balled at her sides. “These fucking pricks, after all I’ve given, all I’ve sacrificed, the blood and tears I’ve put into making this business thrive. They think it's wise to fuck with the woman behind it all.”

Moore hurried through the rest of the printed evidence, and then raised his gaze up to the changeling CEO. “From the looks of it, they’re wanting a bigger cut of the pie than what they’ve been afforded. White-collar greed at its finest.”

Chrysalis grit her teeth as she tore her gaze from the window and her reflection to a nearby hanging photo, her eyes glaring at the depicted persons within. Each of the persons photographed were the offenders in question, having grown with her company as she had, and not once had they ever been so brazen in opposing her. Sure, there were times her ideas ran afoul of their thinking, but she was the head for a reason. She could think better, act better, be better than any of them, and now they wanted to take that away from her?

The photo’s glass framing suddenly cracked, Chrysalis’ horn glowing as the picture was broken and thrown into the nearby waste bin. Turning to Moore, she let a small part of her relish the brief fear that played on his face at seeing her anger. It was the same kind of fear she wanted to see on their faces, to make them feel powerless before her. Her boiling anger began to simmer as her thoughts sought out a plan of attack, to solve this dilemma before her. The snarl that had twisted her lips soothed itself, straightening to a mere frown as the CEO moved again.

“This won’t stand. Not in my business.” Chrysalis said as she returned to her desk, staying standing as she rested her hands on the flat surface. “We need them gone. If it were the entire board acting against me, we’d be up there now, confronting them. But they haven’t amassed enough power yet to get what they want. Others are resisting the call to rebel, which buys us time to act.”

“How do they plan to try and oust you? They’d need some means of legal reasoning to force the issue.” Moore questioned, gesturing at Chrysalis with a hand. “They can’t just shove you out.”

“Veil explained to me that these old husks think they can fudge some of the numbers, and use it as a bluff to try and get me to cop out of the company and be removed. They think by playing it under the radar, they’ll slip their plan in unnoticed and spring a trap. Unfortunately for them, they’re messing with the wrong woman.” Chrysalis replied. “Removing them right now would only be a small-term answer. Whatever elements instigated the rebellion would go to ground, and wait for another chance. They’d have patsies ready to fall back on to scapegoat for them. We need them to expose themselves.”

Moore frowned. “You can’t exactly charm them either, if they’re dead set against you. They don’t want to work with you,” he remarked, bringing a hand to his chin. Moore kept his thinking expression as he studied her, “You don’t think its racially charged, do you?”

“No,” Chrysalis said before turning her eyes up at Moore. A grin etched itself onto her lips, growing more wicked as the idea that slipped through her mind crystallized at his words. “They don’t want to work with me. You’re exactly right. But someone else, instead. Someone who had a reputation of being, quote, ‘my business rival’, wasn’t it?”

It took Moore a moment to process the direction Chrysalis was suggesting. Folding his arms over his chest, Moore glanced at Veil, then back to the grinning changeling. “What, you want me to be some kind of double agent?” he questioned.

“Precisely. You have the perfect cover:” Chrysalis explained as she gestured to him with her hand, “the ex-business owner, pinned beneath his new boss’ heel, looking to get out and have his own share of things again. You’ve been disgruntled, irritated with the way the big boss has been running what was once yours. You want it back, so you’d jump in on any plan to get her out of the way and get what’s yours.”

“This sounds like something out of a dollar store hardback.” Moore replied. “How do you know they’ll buy it? I’ve been at this post for some months now. Kinda hard to sell myself as being irritated when I’ve raised no objections, filed no formal complaints.” He paused and glanced aside. “Well, no public objections.”

“Exactly. You’ve been keeping it under wraps, like the shrewd businessman you want to be seen as.” Chrysalis continued, stepping out from behind her desk to approach him. Stopping in front of him, she nodded at Veil, who had looked on in silence the entire time. “Veil here can rummage up a couple of false documents, if they come sniffing for evidence on you being legit or not. All you have to do,” she placed her fingertip on his shoulder, “is be a good actor and lead them on. Egg them into showing their hand, and then when they do,” she pulled her finger back and squeezed her hand into a fist, “I’ll crush them.”

Moore looked at her fist, then back to the woman’s confident expression. “You’re downright vicious sometimes, Chrysalis. This is gambling my entire career, my livelihood, for you. You’re asking an awful lot of me.”

“Take some credit for yourself, Moore. I might have come up with the idea, but I can’t enact it without someone I think can pull it off. You’re the perfect way in.” Chrysalis replied before lowering her hand to rest it on her hip. “So, do you think you can do this?”

“It’s kinda outside the typical job of an advisor, isn’t it?” he questioned, making her raise an eyebrow at him. “Don’t you have like, an internal affairs division or something? Someone trained on things like this?”

Chrysalis shook her head. “That’s a no-go. That’d turn the whole situation into a mess of ‘he said she said’, let alone all the red tape we’d have to cut through. By that time, they’d have their scapegoats ready and it’d all be wasted effort. Plus, I don’t imagine they’re far off from trying to enact their plan. This has to be shut down, now.”

Moore sighed, running a hand through his hair. Seeing that he was still unsure, Chrysalis shook her head and looked aside. “I wouldn’t be asking you if I didn’t think you were capable, Moore. If you’re going to pussyfoot the whole ordeal, I guess I’ll just have to try the long game, and hope I can keep this company together, since I’m the one with the backbone to protect it.” Turning away, she walked back to her desk, counting down from five in her head until she reached one.

“I have plenty of backbone. This isn’t just your company, Chrysalis, CEO or not.” Moore stated, and the woman grinned in her mind before turning back to find Moore staring her down. “All I have to do is convince them I’m on their side. Isn’t that it?”

“Shouldn’t be that hard for you,” the changeling challenged. “Just be the stubborn prick I knew you were before I hired you on. They’ll take right to you. Oppose me some in meetings, offer ideas contrary to mine. It’ll lay the bait for them to sniff around and warm up to you.”

“Hardly difficult, you being the slave-driver you are.” Moore muttered. Chrysalis let the passive insult pass over her to focus on the issue at hand.

“Pull this off, and you get to keep your spot in the company and keep us all in business.”

Moore huffed at her. “That’s not my reason to do this. But fine, I’ll do it.” He said.

“Whatever reason you have, just don’t give yourself away. They need to think you’re on their side. That means siding with them on matters, so be ready for some creative debate. Veil will be our go between in case anything of import comes up.”

“That won’t be hard. Just argue with whatever you have to say. A normal day in the office.” Moore replied, making Chrysalis smirk.

“Exactly. We’ll just see how deep this goes, and lead them right into our web.” Chrysalis settled in her chair, leaning back as she steepled her hands. “And by the time they realize it, it’ll be too late.”

Chrysalis’ plan went into effect the very next day, beginning the weavings of her counter-offensive to the board’s hidden agenda. With Veil’s assistance as secretary, it took little convincing to include Moore’s presence in her meetings with the board members. He had every right to be present, being a consultant, she argued. From there, the cat and mouse game between herself and Moore played out, Moore questioning Chrysalis at turns both expected and unexpected: challenging policy ideas, offering solutions contrary to her own, siding with other board members over herself. If anything, the genuine frustration she expressed at his acting only told her of his commitment to the role, an impressive display for their purposes.

Over the next few weeks, Moore gathered intel on the board, figuring out who specifically was involving themselves in the plot to try and oust her and who was staying loyal to her. It gave a degree of satisfaction to Chrysalis that some had been steadfast in their refusal to act against her, assuring her that at least not all of her staff were corrupted. With Veil’s assistance, the trio had compiled together written evidence and even managed to acquire the original, true documents that the board members were trying to make use of.

Chrysalis had to give them credit for doing their homework: they were trying to do some things by the book, in terms of removing her. From their adjusted figures, it would look as if the CEO had squandered company funds for her own use. They would reveal the documents at a summit meeting where every board member would attend in person. From there, they’d call for a vote on whether to remove Chrysalis or not based on the false evidence, and gamble on convincing the remaining board members on the fence to side with them so they could place in one of their own and get their greedy claws on more money.

It was a little sad, if she were upfront about the matter. Not emotionally sad, per se; rather, it was sad that these corporate fools thought they could outsmart someone of her caliber. Using Moore had been the perfect tool to get into their little group; he had played his role well, playing up the idea that he was still the suffering ex-business owner who wanted payback at Chrysalis for her hostile takeover of his company. The board members who wanted her dethroned reasoned he could have his business back once she was gone, and restore the status quo as it was.

Fools, Chrysalis thought to herself as she settled into her chair for the summit meeting, I control the status quo now. And I don’t take kindly to interlopers who get in my way.

Looking around the table, there was a total of twelve board members, excluding herself as CEO. Moore was stationed between Sherry Fourberie and Paper Ruse, his hands folded on the table as he awaited the meeting to begin. He kept a stony expression on his face, eyes to the table and away from her. Beyond him, a few of the other spare board members conversed in quiet tones. To her right, Heavy Racket tapped his fingers on his arm, seeming impatient for the fireworks he was expecting to bring up. ‘If only he knew.’ Chrysalis thought to herself before clearing her throat.

“Let’s begin this meeting, shall we?” she called, grabbing everyone’s attention. “I realize these past few weeks have been a bit tenuous, to say the least. Such things happen when a company as big as ours has such a reach as we do. Of course, I am always willing to hear any concerns or questions pertaining to our success or our course. So—” Chrysalis paused to lean back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other as she relaxed, “—for what purpose have we called this meeting to order? Has a new venture arisen?”

There was quiet for a moment, glances shared between several members of the board before Heavy Racket took initiative to speak first.

“Well, Chrysalis, it actually has come to our attention that there is a...matter, that needs addressing.” Racket said, turning his body to face her. He was a portly-looking man, round in the face and especially in the gut. His business sense had earned him a healthy amount of pay in the past, the changeling was sure, but it seemed none of that effort went to bettering his physical self, only his wallet and palate. “Which we can do now, since we’re all gathered.”

“This sounds like a negative matter, Mr. Racket. Did something happen that I haven’t been told about?” she questioned. Feigning innocence was easy for a practiced businesswoman like her: a simple shift of the eyes, a change in tone and posture, and she would look every part the unknowing CEO they wanted her to be. It was almost too easy to do.

“There is something that’s happened, yes. But it directly involves you, Chrysalis.” Racket said. That was twice now that the fool had addressed her incorrectly; in every meeting before this, the heavyset man would always address her as Miss or Mrs., but now his arrogance seemed to give him false courage. Letting this subtle insult fly for now, Chrysalis allowed him to continue. “We have been seeing some inconsistencies in our records, and we have decided, as a whole, to address them.” Racket cleared his throat, and nodded at Soft Schmaltz.

The bleach-blonde woman adjusted her glasses, her wings giving a small flutter behind her. Despite being a thin figure in contrast with the larger people around her, Chrysalis respected Schmaltz’s ability to cut to the chase in any conversation; her negotiation skills, in the early years of the company, had secured some of the first ties of success for Chrysalis and her business. “We have been observing for a few months now that company profits have been on the rise, thanks to your efforts, ma’am. However, there are numbers here that are not adding up.” Soft gestured to one of the papers in her grasp and continued. “There are pockets, here and there, of money going missing. Unaccounted for in our system save for last crossing your hands.”

“Really now?” Chrysalis replied, evoking a nod from Soft. “No trace at all?”

“None, ma’am. We were quite...befuddled, ourselves.” Soft said. “As you know, we don’t allow for slip-ups in any department, especially when it comes to our company’s well-being.”

“And so we shouldn’t. But I find it very odd for it to be my name attached to such activities.” Chrysalis said. “I may be CEO, but I certainly wouldn’t try to sweep such a thing under the rug. When did you say these instances happened?”

“They began in August, ma’am, and continued through to only just two weeks ago.” Soft answered. “The sum total amount of the missing money is quite staggering. We’re talking of thousands upon thousands being moved aside, not just mere pocket change.”

“We looked into who has permissions to shift such amounts of money, of who would have the authority to access the accounts and make those changes. The only people with that access are in this room.” Paper Ruse picked up, his nasal tone cutting through the stale air left by Soft Schmaltz’s elaborating. “All of it ties back to you, Miss Chrysalis. And we have no choice but to act in the company’s best interests.”

“That sounds awfully accusing, Mr. Ruse.” Chrysalis fired back. She let her irritation, buried beneath her calm outward appearance, fuel her tone into a cold voice. “An empty accusation only undermines the efforts of this company to do right by its employees.” The changeling turned her gaze on the rest of the table: only Moore was willing to hold her stare, while others directed their gaze to either beyond her to the clock above her head, or at the table itself. “If there is legitimate proof of these accusations, and not just hearsay, then perhaps we can consider action.”

“But we do have proof, Chrysalis.” Racket spoke up, braving her anger once more with his lack of proper address. He held aloft a stapled set of papers in his grasp, waving them as he spoke. “And the proof all points to you.” He sat the sheets down and let them be passed to the waiting CEO, who snatched up the papers and gave her best scowl at the written lies she knew them to be. Racket continued as she pretended to read, instead listening to the man prattle on.

“I’ve been waiting an awful long while to say this. We’re sick of you lording yourself over us, Chrysalis. Acting all superior even though you’re expected to cooperate with us, because we follow the law. We stick with the way things should be,” he continued, standing up from his seat. Chrysalis spared him a glance, still scowling yet humored on the inside at this show of bravado. “It seems you’re no longer fit to lead this company. You make a grand show of everything, of making us all see how terrific a leader you are. But your own greed has finally caught up with you, and the bill comes due.”

Chrysalis kept quiet for a moment, flipping through the documents given to her before setting them on the table before her. ‘Just a little more,’ she reasoned with herself, pushing back the instinct to simply shove the man’s tie into his own gullet with her magic, ‘they’re almost exposed.’

“Is there anyone else who shares Mr. Racket’s sentiments? It’s best you come clean now, and address your grievances with me, since that appears to be today’s sole purpose.” Chrysalis asked.

The room had been filled with tension as thick as stone at Racket’s outspoken words, but the changeling’s question spurred some to life. Paper Ruse stood up like Racket had, and cleared his throat.

“I have kept quiet for many years, putting aside any conflict to try and resolve things in a fair fashion. But Mr. Racket speaks the truth.” Ruse said. “You are not a fitting leader for this company, Chrysalis, not anymore. The you you once were isn’t the woman we see in that seat any longer. Quite frankly, we all think it's best you just go quietly and let us handle things from here. Since you’ll be spending a bit of time in jail, after all.”

Sherry Fourberie finally spoke up, the quiet black-haired woman adjusting her glasses.“You’ve ran this company for too long with an iron fist. Too many rules, too much power afforded only to you. We work to keep this company in proper order, while you bask in all the glory and fame. The prestige doesn’t belong to only you. We all deserve a fair take. One woman can’t run an entire empire on her own.”

Chrysalis stayed put, maintaining a calm expression as she listened to each of the guilty parties prattle on. The hand she had gripping the chair was tight on the armrest, her fingers turning white with the pressure. When Sherry had finished speaking, Chrysalis glanced to the far end of the table, where Cryptic Veil was seated. The woman had been writing as per her station required, but brought her gaze up to see Chrysalis looking to her. With a silent nod from the CEO, Veil pulled her phone from her handbag and tapped on it while the changeling stood from her chair.

“I can see that you’re committed to your purpose, you four. By the silence of the rest of our table, I gather there are others who either agree with you, or are too afraid to speak for my side in fear of their own position being threatened. I won’t fault you for that; protecting one’s investments is something we all must do. I too, despite your accusations, care about this company.” Chrysalis brought her arms behind her back, her hands clasping onto one another as she looked to each of her accusers in turn. “I have since I first began this path with you, all those years ago. To believe that I would jeopardize that for my own personal gain, to threaten what I’ve taken pride in building for much of my career, is to assume much about me.”

Chrysalis’ eyes hardened as her next words came out cold and angry, making even Moore - a silent onlooker throughout the unfolding drama - pause at the intimidating aura she projected. Her full height put her well above the rest of the gathered members, but it was the expression on her face, fierce upon her otherwise beautiful features, that drove the point home.

“Unfortunately for you, you assumed wrong.”

The doors to the meeting room opened then, men and women garbed in official Canterlot Police Department attire entering. They filed into the room, blocking the single exit out of the area and causing some of the members at the table to look around in confusion. Chrysalis only offered a dark smile to Heavy Racket as he spoke up.

“Someone already called the police?” he questioned. Chrysalis only chuckled.

“Of course someone did. That someone, is me,” she told him, making him baulk in confusion while she turned to the gathered police force. “Do what you need to, ladies and gentlemen. I’m sure they won’t run now that they’re caught.”

“Caught? You’re the only one whose done any wrongdoing, Chrysalis!” Racket exclaimed. “They should be arresting you!”

“And they would be, if I had actually done anything wrong. But you see, Racket, you and your conspirators made a few mistakes in trying to stage this coup of yours. Costly mistakes.” Chrysalis replied. “The first, and most obvious, was leaving your personal signatures attached to falsified documents of your making. Perhaps the most incriminating part, since its by your own hand. I mean, really? Trying to alter records that I personally oversee and inspect? Fudging the numbers to try and make me out to be some sort of illegitimate CEO? Pathetic.” She walked away from her spot, continuing to speak as she circled the table in slow steps.

“Of course, when I heard that some of my own board members were trying to stage this ridiculous attempt, I knew I had to act. I could have accused you directly, but that would only make you cowards skitter like the cockroaches you are,” she bit out. “So I needed a more effective approach. And what better way to bring the bugs out than with a little honey?” Chrysalis came to a stop behind Moore, who was still seated. The changeling brought a hand down to rest on Moore’s shoulder, making him look to it, then at her as she pressed on.

“I can’t believe how easy it was to get you to open up to Moore here on what you were planning. I almost found it laughable how much you were willing to confess. Much of which has been documented, if you officers require it.” Chrysalis told the closest police member to her while across the table, Heavy Racket sputtered.

“Moore! What is this bullshit?!” he yelled. “You said you were helping us! We were going to help you!”

Moore, to his credit, stayed collected and calm despite the bellowing man across the table. Steepling his hands, he looked over at Racket and answered the reddening man.

“I did help you. I helped you seal your own fates, for trying to enact corporate espionage and fraud on the highest level. I am capable of many things, Racket. I moulded my own business from the ground up, and even though it's no longer in my hands, I’m still proud of what I helped make it become. But more than that, I’m a man of principle. Asking me to betray my employer for greed like yours, is despicable.”

“You would’ve had Frostfire back in your grasp! We had a deal!” Ruse hissed from his spot. The thin man looked to be sick from realizing the trap they were now in. “Why stick with her? She stole your company from you, for sun’s sake!”

“She didn’t steal it. I’m the one who signed it to her, after all. If anyone’s going to be faulted for giving the company to Chrysalis, its me. And to be quite frank, it's doing better in her hands than mine.” Moore’s commentary made the changeling give him a glance, momentarily surprised at the honest endorsement coming out of his mouth. This was...different. “But more importantly, you tried to have me breach my morals, my beliefs, just to line your pockets with more wealth. You tried to bribe me, and have me breach my loyalty, my own ethics, just for personal gain. You brought this on yourself.”

Chrysalis picked up after he finished speaking, bringing the attention back to her. “Moore provided me with all the evidence I needed to justify not only firing you, but to charge you with multiple violations of federal law. You have only yourselves to blame for this.”

“You bitch.” Soft Schmaltz cursed, making Chrysalis scoff.

“Better to be a bitch than scum like yourselves.” Chrysalis peered down at the scowling woman, and let her anger come out. It manifested in her horn sparking to life, her magic responding to her emotions as a sickly green aura surrounded her horn. The light in the room seemed to dim beneath her rage as she spoke. “I have done nothing but worked for this company, bringing it my blood, sweat, and tears to lift it from the bare bones it had in the beginning. When you offered help, to try and shape our policies, our success, I took you in and we worked together to make this company be what it is now. And you have the audacity to claim it is I who is corrupted? Not once have I stepped out of line, never have I brought harm upon my employees. And now, thanks to you, I will not only need to find new board members to replace your miserable asses, but be prepared to explain to the public why key members of my business are facing charges. You, in your greed, have only brought your own demise out.”

Chrysalis bared her teeth, and lifted her hand off of Moore’s shoulder to ball her fingers into a fist. “You have no idea what it means to a changeling to break a loyal code, one you swore when you took up your posts.” She pointed an accusing finger at Soft. “Know this; your names will forever be marked for this offense. No matter where you go, your foolishness will follow you. You were your own undoing. As long as I’m around, none of you will ever set foot in my businesses ever again.”

By the time she was done, Soft’s expression had become crestfallen, and the changeling knew she’d driven the point home. “Officers; take them away. I want them charged to the fullest extent of the law.” She instructed, her magic ebbing away as she regained control over her fury once more.

Having kept quiet throughout the unfolding drama, it took the gathered police officers a second to realize they were there to do their job, and moved at Chrysalis’ urging. Each of the rebelling board members went quietly, though Heavy Racket struggled for a moment as he glared fiery daggers at Chrysalis while he was being handcuffed. Chrysalis let his glare roll right off her shoulders, watching with satisfaction as each of the arrested frauds were escorted out of the boardroom.

Watching them depart, Chrysalis sighed to herself and turned to walk towards the untouched refreshments left on the table. Picking up a simple styrofoam cup and filling it with iced water, she sipped from the chilly drink before turning to regard the remaining board members, as well as Moore and Veil.

“Mr. Moore, Miss Veil. Thank you for your assistance in helping prevent what could have become a scandal the likes of which could have ruined this company,” she said, getting a nod from the two before she spoke onwards. “As for the rest of you; your willingness to stand by this company is not something I disregard easily. Your loyalty to me over the likes of Racket and his ilk is well enough. That being said, your silence is also something I take notice of, because you did not choose to stand up for what you believed. If it came down to a majority vote, and you had kept your voice from being heard, I could have been ousted on false pretenses, and you might very well have been next on the chopping block.”

The remaining members of the board kept quiet, a few only nodding at her words. “Let today be a lesson for all of you. I respect effort, and hard work has its merits. But loyalty is one of the founding elements of our success. We must all work together, you for me and I for you, if we’re to continue being the best. So step up your game people.” With that, Chrysalis turned and walked away from the table, heading for the exit. The rest of the gathered board took that as her concluding the meeting, and they conversed amongst themselves in quiet tones. Chrysalis paid it little heed, aiming to find her office and to smooth things over with a small drink.

“Chrysalis.” Moore’s voice from behind her gave the changeling pause for a second as she looked over her shoulder, seeing her suited advisor following after her.

“Don’t worry, Moore. You did your part plenty fine. If anything, I was actually a little impressed with that rebuke of Racket,” she replied as she resumed walking, “You might have a bit more bark to your bite than I thought.”

“I meant what I said. I don’t take kindly to underhandedness. I’m glad he’s gone along with the others,” Moore said. He continued to follow the changeling into her office, and closed the door behind him once they were both inside. “Will this cause you much trouble? This whole sudden vacuum of members?”

“Hardly,” Chrysalis reassured him. “I’ve had Thorax scouting for new potential members to be brought to the table, so to speak. Since he handles many of our evaluations, he has the most experience in picking a new roster. I’ll go off his recommendations, and see what we’ll work with from there.” She paused to retrieve a drink from the mini fridge she kept near her desk, and looked to him. “Thirsty?”

“No, but thank you.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, plucking out a small glass and a simple brandy for her own liking. She returned to her desk, but settled for perching herself on the side as she poured out her drink into her glass. “You could easily fit in on the board. You’ve already had experience at the executive level. You’ve got your wits about you, and your loyalty to the company’s very clear now after today’s little show. Does it appeal to you?”

Chrysalis looked to the listening man and gave an amused smirk at his surprised expression. “Just like that? What about the other responsibilities you gave me? The other companies?” he questioned.

“Still within your grasp and still under your leadership. It’s more of an...elevation of status, than anything,” she explained. “Of course, you’d still work under my direction. But it’s a nice, cozy position. I’d feel better knowing I’d have you in my pocket if similar foolish notions ever arose again.”

Moore took the weight of her words entirely on his shoulders, and slid into a nearby chair as he looked aside. “Can I think on it?” he asked.

“Of course. I’ll need time to consider the applicants Thorax will be bringing me too. It’s only fair,” she told him. The buxom woman crossed one leg over the other as she regarded him, watching as he seemed to be weighing the implications out. “Are you really that surprised, Moore?”

“A little. One year ago, we were rivals in business, trying to gun the other down over profits and contracts and reputation. Now, you’re sitting here offering me a seat on your board, and just...its weird. When did we become friends?” he asked, turning to look at her again.

“Hm. Friends, huh?” Chrysalis repeated, sipping from her glass before continuing. “Jumping the gun a little, aren’t you? I’ve just been a cooperative, open-minded boss to my employees” she remarked. “Making use of an effective, efficient member of my team.”

“Just saying, in the past, you’d be more inclined to ignore me and watch us all scurry around before lending a hand. Nowadays, you actually listen to my ideas, like with the whole company event awhile back. And even trusting me to help with this whole coup attempt,” Moore said. Chrysalis arched an eyebrow at this, but considered his words.

It was a fair estimate to say that, gradually, things had changed for her and her once rival in the business race of life. He’d gone from annoying thorn in her side, to useful tool, and then willing partner in handling some undesirables from her company. Their company, if she was being generous. His handling of some of her businesses had yielded a great deal of success as well, enabling growth at a steady rate that meant less worry for her own sake. Overall, her addition of Moore to her staff had yielded nothing but fruitful returns.

“...Well. Perhaps friends isn’t so distant a word as I thought,” Chrysalis replied, letting her voice be softer as Moore watched her. “What’s your point?”

“...Why did you trust me with such a risky plan?” he asked instead. “That could’ve gone south in a lot of different ways. What if I’d gone rogue and decided to rally against you? Be the vengeful person they thought I was?”

“You wouldn’t have done it,” she answered, being truthful to his question. “I know you better.”

“But if I had?”

“Then I’d have ruined you.” Her frank reply made him frown, but she only continued to smile. “I always have contingency plans ready, Moore. But you’re not the kind of guy to do that kind of sleazy business. That’s why I didn’t worry about it.”

“I could have though, is my point. You’d have been removed and facing public scrutiny on top of dealing with the police. Then you’d have all the questions from everyone else here thinking you’d gone off the deep end, and unable to come to us for help without looking like you’re looking for collaborators,” Moore insisted. “It would have gone all kinds of south on you.”

“I know it would, if I was that kind of simpleton to just let worms dig through my garden,” she retorted, getting up off the desk to walk around to his spot. “But I wouldn’t allow that to happen. I already had the real documentation of our records on hand. Even if you swore by their fake documents, I would prove you dead wrong in a heartbeat. Not to mention I could squeeze one of the other cowards to talk and expose the bad seeds,” she explained before coming to a stop beside him. “But I know you, Moore. By now, I think I know you plenty well.”

“Do you now?” he asked, only to tense as Chrysalis’ hand came to rest on his shoulder again, her fingertips lightly tapping against his neck as she flexed her fingers.

“Sure. You’re a diligent, intelligent worker. Smart, savvy with our business and keeping yourself above the plebians. But that’s just stating the obvious. You’re like me in a way,” she explained. “You and I may disagree on some matters, but we agree where it does matter. And when it comes to betraying your business for your own selfish greed, we both agree it’s a foolish sentiment. You’re loyal to your work, and by extension, to me.” She smiled with a wicked stare at his blue orbs, delighting as he stayed tensed from her light touch. “And I do appreciate loyalty, Moore. Quite a lot.”

“...So you’ve said,” he replied, making her chuckle.

“It’s an important trait to a changeling. There’s a saying we all share that you might’ve heard before,” she replied, releasing his shoulder but dragging her hand along his back as she moved around to his right. “It’s better to be behind a changeling than in front of one. Do you know why?”

“Pray tell?”

Chrysalis smirked. “Because if you’re behind a changeling, then you’re not in our way for us to make our path. Rather, you can follow us, and live a pleasant life of your own while we’re ahead. Besides,” she turned and walked away, hands folding behind her back and resting just above her sizable rear, “I think many a man would be happy getting to be behind me, don’t you think?”

“Sure. Whatever you say,” he replied, making Chrysalis look over her shoulder to see him looking away from her entirely. It was just too easy to fluster him, she knew.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I imagine a nice little celebration is in mind for us cleaning house today,” Chrysalis said, getting his attention again. “There’s a little gala coming up at the end of the week. The bigwigs of Canterlot get together and flaunt a little wealth while donating to charity. I always make an appearance, but you could be my plus one this year. Give you a chance to meet and greet some of the other big bosses out there.”

“You wouldn’t want to take Thorax or Moondancer?” he questioned, only for Chrysalis to shake her head.

“Those two are a bit boring to take. They end up either shying off on their own, or occupy themselves elsewise. I’d like to have someone be proactive this year and actually keep pace with me. Think you’re up for it?”

It took Moore a moment to ponder on it. She gave him time; the offer had slipped from her before she’d really thought through it. But it was true: Moore would do better in such a setting than Moondancer or Thorax would.

“...Alright, what the hell. I’ve got nothing else going for me that weekend,” Moore relented. “I take it formal dress is recommended?”

“Absolutely,” Chrysalis replied, grinning at his acceptance. “Make sure you clean up for it. I have high standards these days, you know.”

“As high as the damn building,” Moore muttered, though Chrysalis overheard it and only smiled wider.

“Damn straight I do.”

Step Seven: Enjoy The Benefits

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Chrysalis’ steps through her walk-in closet were slow, an easy pace guiding the changeling as she perused through her selection of dresses to wear for the gala. The week had passed with little fuss for her, Moondancer handling much of the legal work in formally charging the ousted board members with corruption and attempted fraud on multiple accounts, as well as conspiracy to commit fraud. Each would be facing jail time, with how much damning evidence was stacked against them. With Moore’s additional testimony, they would each pay for trying to subvert her position for their greed.

With that behind her, the changeling found it easier to focus more on the fun for the evening ahead, which was why she was still standing in the closet in naught all but a sea green pair of panties and matching bra. The hue of the undergarments went well with her unbound hair, which fell to just above her rear, loose and swaying with her motions as she would nod or scrutinize a dress. She wasn’t sure why, but finding the right dress this time around was proving to be a bit tedious.

“Honestly, I should go out and find some new pieces for my wardrobe. Things have been so busy lately. This dress is from last year!” she told herself, pulling out a black ensemble that she recalled fitting a little too tight at the waist for her liking. She moved along, walking further down the line. “Moore will probably be wearing black anyway. So it’ll be up to me to be the real show.”

Thinking on her plus one made the changeling recall Moore’s remarks after they shut down the rebelling board members; it was a fair admission, after giving it some thought, that she could consider Moore a friend more than just a co-worker by this point. He had given a great deal of effort to her company, and to her by association. Much of the success that they now relished in, like the announced restructuring of Canterlot’s damaged districts, had been met with a great deal of public acclaim and recognition. His management of her other interests while she had overseen that deal saved her a great amount of stress and labor.

On top of that, Moore had taken up the task of offering more rewards for the staff. Though not as extensive or encompassing as the Room Escape day, he had improved workplace morale overall. She was now hearing far less complaints concerning workplace satisfaction, as he had made additional changes to give more flexibility for the grunts. With precise measurements of their working hours, he had coordinated a more fitting schedule that gave most of them a day or two to themselves, making for more capable, functional workers.

Allowing a smile to grace her features, Chrysalis came to a pause in front of a particular red dress, pondering the color while thinking about the theme of the gala. In particular, this year’s celebration slash fundraising was dedicated to medical research, making the color red a more welcome color to wear instead of black. “Maybe you’ll do?” she remarked as she pulled it out and held it up against herself. Looking to the mirror at the end of the closet, Chrysalis inspected how the dress would hold up against her curves, and grinned.

“Fashionable, sexy, and just the right amount of leg. Perfect,” she told herself before setting the dress on the nearby rack, letting it hang there before walking away. “Now where did I put those feathers…”

The venue of choice for the Equestrian Medical Association’s fundraising gala, the Stargazer Hall, was a reputed gathering place for many social events. Many of Canterlot’s socialites used the venue as a place to hold formal parties, celebrations, or events such as the fundraiser taking place tonight. Since Canterlot Castle itself was often reserved only for events involving the Royal Diarchy, Stargazer Hall saw a great deal of use by many citizens of the capital city. Floodlights were placed at either side of the entrance, beaming across the sky above to beckon any onlooker to observe the building and its many arrivals.

On either side of the sidewalk leading up to the building’s entrance, cordoned off by red ropes, members of the press swarmed about in an attempt to get a quote or picture of the many arriving participants and donors for the EMA. There was a great deal of clamor from all around, reporters calling out the names of walking stars, social figures, any who were invited into the establishment. Chrysalis could see them from her limousine’s window as they awaited their turn to arrive and step out.

“Always a flock of nosy press members looking for their next scoop. Almost makes you want to just teleport in, doesn’t it?” Chrysalis remarked aloud to Moore opposite her. The inside of the long vehicle was rather lavish in its presentation, with plush black seating and a carpeted floor that ran the length of the car up to the front where the driver sat. The windows were tinted to allow some degree of privacy within the vehicle, which was helpful to lessen the bright flashes of the photographers’ cameras waiting outside. Chrysalis herself was seated on one side of the limo, her back facing the building. Opposite her, Moore was seated with his legs crossed, arms folded as he looked to her.

“It wouldn’t surprise me too much if you did. Although, I think you mentioned once you’re not too keen on teleporting?” he replied. To Chrysalis, Moore had cleaned up rather well for the event. To the casual onlooker, he was just another well-dressed man who fit right in with the rest of the crowd. But the changeling was practiced in detecting the small efforts of show one puts into their appearance. Moore’s hair was combed, styled to give it a more sleek, professional look so the black locks would give a glossy shine in the light. His suit fit him snug, tight enough to stick to his frame but not too much that he looked to have squeezed inside of it. A small red flower was positioned on his chest over the pocket of his coat, the color matching with her own dress. A darker, almost shadowed red vest peeked out from beneath his black jacket as well, further aligning with her own outfit.

“It never does well for getups like these. I’ve seen too many trophy wives do the trick only wanting to relish the exposure from the wind ruffling their dresses. There’s better ways to get attention than cheap tricks,” Chrysalis said. “I have to admit, Moore, you dressed better than I thought you would. You’ll fit right in here.”

“Thank you. I think.” Moore nodded at her. “I’m sure we both know who the cameras will really be on though.”

“Finally, I get a compliment out of you,” Chrysalis replied, making Moore scoff. “But yes, I’m sure they’ll be quite enthralled.” Any further comments were delayed as their limo pulled up to be the next to let them out. The flashing of camera lights slowed in their rate of fire as they awaited to see who would emerge next. Taking his cue, Moore exited on his side, coming around the rear of the vehicle while the limo driver came from the driver’s side and around to Chrysalis’ door. Smiling to herself, Chrysalis checked herself in her pocket mirror one last time before moving when the door opened.

When the changeling emerged and stood fully revealed to the crowd awaiting her, the cameras’ flashing lights returned with a renewed intensity that would be blinding to anyone unprepared. The CEO’s dress was a work of art placed on her figure, as well as the extra work she’d done for the full showing appearance of her beauty. Her hair had been styled to flow down to the middle of her back. From there, it wove itself into long, vast curls of green, making an elegant swirling pattern that reached down to her lower back. A trio of brown feathers, a tribute to the classic style of dress she was emulating, were perched via a clip on the right side of her head, adding a little extra flourish to her face. Her dark eyeshadow and matching dark, almost blue-green lipstick only brought more inviting looks to her face.

However, she knew the real killer was how the dress clung to her figure. The tops of her shoulders and chest were uncovered, a deep plunging neckline giving a peek of her impressive cleavage. Her large chest was kept covered by the red cups of the dress, giving emphasis to the swell of her bosom and showing they were 100% natural to the world. From there, the waist clung to her stomach and wide hips, flaunting her impressive size with little restraint. Her rear was covered, if only just so, as the length of the dress came down to above her knees, making it meld to the swell of each cheek. On her left side, the dress was cut to reveal the expanse of her long, powerful leg, bare and white as it trailed down to the heels she wore.

Endless calls of her name amongst the flashing lights only made Chrysalis smile more, and she gave a candid smile and wave to either side before letting Moore take her arm to escort her into the building. “I imagine you were right, Moore. But to be fair, you are beside me in those photos. So it looks like we both win either way,” Chrysalis commented as they walked.

“Maybe so, but I’m pretty sure the fashion focus will be on Onyx Enterprises’ CEO and how daringly provocative her dress is,” Moore replied, making her smirk.

“Provocative? My, and here I thought you were above ogling me, Moore. Maybe I had the wrong impression?” Chrysalis’ tease made Moore huff, causing her to chuckle at his expense. She did note, however, that he didn’t deny the statement, something she tucked away for later in her mind. The pair entered through the front doorways and into the main lobby, where the rest of the attending guests were mingling. Stargazer Hall had an impressive wide lobby on its regular days, something that was made useful through all the tables placed throughout the floor.

If anything, the liveliness of the attending guests was louder than when Stargazer Hall served other events, something that Chrysalis chalked up to the likelihood that every person was talking themselves up as they went around and made first impressions, or intended to uphold their reputed image. It was humorous to her: she didn’t need to boast to speak of how well she was doing, how powerful her company was. They already knew. It would take only one look at the changeling to tell that she was no pushover in the sea of businessmen and women attending the gala.

“Do we have some assigned seating, or are we just waiting to get called on?” Moore questioned from beside her. He had let go of her arm once they were inside, yet remained close to her.

“This is hardly a school event from our youth, Moore. We go where we please,” she told him. “We’re not here to make speeches, or to try and impress and get more clients. We’ve come here to be a presence to be respected. You and I represent the cream of the crop now; don’t be surprised if you run into many a friendly handshake and bright smile. It’s your favor they’ll be seeking.”

“What, and you’re just here to look pretty? Fluff your feathers like a peacock?” Moore replied.

“They know better than to think they can allure me,” Chrysalis answered, grinning. “Just relax, Moore. Try to have a little fun, why don’t you? You might even get to dance later.”

Moore snorted and shook his head, making Chrysalis only smile moreso before returning her attention to the passing tables and attendees. Up ahead, however, she spotted a pair of familiar faces, and straightened her stance as she walked over to their table.

“Cadance! Shining!” she called to the married pair, making both turn from each other to see her approach with Moore in tow. They both seemed unprepared for her: Shining’s eyes were wide with surprise, while Cadance looked disarmed for a moment before schooling her features into a practiced polite smile.

“Chrysalis; I didn’t think you’d make an appearance this year,” Cadance said as she stood to greet her. The rose-haired woman was wearing an elegant number that brought out her beauty in a more refined manner than Chrysalis’ dress did for herself. Her hair was woven into a tight braid that fell down her shoulders and back, revealing her neck and fair skin color. The dress was a bright mixture of blues and whites that were made more luminous by their brightly lit surroundings. It hugged her curves, presenting her feminine physique well, but with less of the sexual allure that Chrysalis was wielding. The two were a contrast in presentation, but stood out no less.

“I never miss a chance to show off, Cadie,” Chrysalis replied, making the elegant woman shake her head. Crystal earrings gleamed in the light as she moved, Cadance pausing to look at Moore beside her. At the woman’s curious expression, Chrysalis smiled and held a hand up to gesture at Moore.

“This is Tony Moore. He’s my number one consultant, and a rather helpful one at that. You may remember him as the previous owner of Frostfire Industries until our acquisition of his company.” At her introduction, Moore gave a bow of his head and extended his hand. Cadance took hold of it and shook it, smiling.

“Yes, I remember now. This is the gentleman who's been running point for you for the past few months,” Cadance remarked. “Mr. Moore, you’ve made a name for yourself you know. Chrysalis may be the face of Onyx Enterprises, but you would be its arm.”

“You’re too kind, ma’am,” he replied. “I just work hard and do my best with what I’m given.”

“So you’re the hard worker and Chryssi’s the slacker then?” Cadance’s joke made Moore pause, not sure how to answer. Chrysalis smirked to herself and patted Moore on the shoulder.

“I lead by example, Cadie. Just ask Shining there; he can tell you I know how to work hard and play hard,” she said. Internally, the changeling laughed at the twitch that quirked Cadance’s eyebrow, while Shining just rolled his eyes behind her. Getting up, the white-suited spouse joined at his wife’s side.

“She’s a good businesswoman, Cadance. She commanded a whole room of investors with nothing but her own words and the facts before us. Even managed to be impressive, in all fairness,” Shining’s comment only made Cadance pout at him, causing him to lift a hand in defense. “Not to say you don’t either!”

Chrysalis gave a soft chuckle at the display. Getting under Cadance’s skin was always an amusing pastime, no matter when or where it was. “Relax, Cadie. No need to be jealous; none of us would be here if we hadn’t earned it, one way or another.”

“At least I keep my…’talents’, under wraps,” Cadance said. “Instead of showing them off at every chance.”

Chrysalis’ grin widened. “It’s good to show what you’re made of. Especially to interested parties.” She let the vague statement hover for a moment before turning to Moore. “Come along, Moore. I’ve other people to visit and mingle with. We’ll see you two around later. Cadance. Shining.” Chrysalis gave a wink to Shining, and walked away with Moore in tow as she listened to the faint whisper of Shining to his wife, who no doubt sought to placate the elegant woman’s irritation.

Once they were a few steps away, Chrysalis looked at Moore, who was watching her with a questioning stare. “What? We’re friends. Really.”

“That wasn’t some sort of coded backdoor talk of you and them being swingers, was it?”

Chrysalis barked out a laugh, holding her hand up to her lips to somewhat stifle the sound before answering Moore.

“Gods in heaven, no. Not with those two,” she answered. “We’re all old schoolmates from college. All friends. Competitive, but friends no less.” Moore looked to be unsatisfied with her explanation, prompting her to elaborate. “Alright, and perhaps I had a fling with her husband before those two got together. He was cute. A little dorky, but cute.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But, he wasn’t what I really wanted. Too headstrong. Too stubborn. Always wanting to stay by the books instead of taking risks,” Chrysalis continued. “So when Cadance showed interest in him, I made it a point to get her to act and get his attention by trying to outdo me. It made her think she won in the end, but really, I could’ve won easily if I wanted. Now those two are happily married, even have a kid.”

“Well, good for them then. Still, I thought we were here to make good impressions. Not rile people up,” Moore replied.

“Oh, they go hand in hand, Moore. It takes more than polite words and a firm handshake these days. Some people, you have to step on to get the right favors. Others, you have to slip by and let them fall into their own traps while you have the cunning to cut your own course. It’s all one big complicated game.” The two paused at a long table, lined with wine glasses of prepared champagne. Plucking one for herself, Chrysalis sipped from it and sighed.

“So where does that put me then? Was I one you had to step on, or was I trapped before I knew it?” Moore quipped.

“You? You’re...unique, Moore. Let’s go with unique,” she replied. “It’s that uniqueness that makes you stand out. You take risks, but you don’t fly off the handle. You think ahead, calculate, and stay sharp even when the numbers say you don’t need to. Good traits to have at this level of business. If you weren’t qualified, you’d never have gotten through my front doors.”

“Well, I might’ve been the head of Frostfire, but I worked so well only because I had others to help. That goes for working with you too.” His comment drew her attention away from her drink onto him, and he continued when he saw she was listening. “You might be a hard case sometimes. Always pushing, working with a steel grip on the company. Plowing forward past any obstacle that tries to stop you.”

“Stop Moore, you’ll make me blush,” she quipped, but he persisted.

“And yet, I can’t help but respect it. The older me would’ve looked at you and just considered you to be some sort of fortunate blowhard. But...you’re not.” The sincerity in his tone caught Chrysalis’ attention, and she continued listening. “In your own way, you have a deep regard for the company, for what you’ve worked to build. A lot of people might see you as just guarding your throne, but you protect what’s yours. And as a whole, for the country itself, you’ve become a powerhouse of success that the rest can thrive from. The plans to rebuild the damaged sector of Canterlot, for instance. There was an inclusion in the fine print that there should be accommodations made for those displaced by the original damage. Housing the homeless, as it were.”

Chrysalis kept quiet, only sipping from her champagne glass. When she finished drinking, she spoke again. “The plans were a good source of PR. Drum up a lot more support for business when you have the soft-hearted people backing you with vocal and moral support.”

“What I’m saying is...I underestimated you, Chrysalis. You have the backbone, the mind, and the heart to run a business to its best ability. And it’s really showing now, here. Everyone’s noticing you, I’ve seen it. Some would chalk it up to the dress, to be fair, but that’s beside the point. You’ve made your mark, is my point. I guess you made it on me too.”

“Thank you, Moore,” she said, granting him a soft smile as she spoke. “To be fair, you’ve been very helpful to me, in my goals. You’ve done a lot for me. Of course, there’s always more you can do,” she remarked, delighting in Moore’s confusion at the statement, “but that's for another time. Let’s move along: I’ve hardly had my victory lap yet, and not nearly enough alcohol.”

“Ah. So that's the real reason why I’m here. To be your keeper,” he said, making Chrysalis smirk.

“Tell yourself that if you want, if you believe it. But I’m not kept; you’re just along for the ride. Maybe if you keep up, there’ll be something for yourself at the end,” she offered, turning away to walk towards the stairwell to find some of the other business associates she knew. Chrysalis knew Moore would follow, but privately delighted in his confusion on her statements. He didn’t know it, but he was leading himself further and further into her web, and she had a hand right on his leash.

“Here we are. Home sweet home,” Chrysalis said as she opened the door to her private apartment. It was an hour later, the evening alight with the moon high above the skyline, casting its glow from the star-filled sky. The gala had been a bit more laborious than what Chrysalis expected this year to be. With everyone expected to have their pocketbooks ready, she knew there’d be a fair amount of sales pitching and such from the activists for the medical group. But after the third musical performance done in tribute to the cause, the whole ordeal had felt a touch boring.

Scratch that: it was stupidly boring.

By the time Chrysalis was ready to leave, she knew she and Moore were unfit to drive anywhere. The limo had been called, and the pair made their exit to get away from the event. Moore had needed little persuasion to be invited to her apartment, on the context he had no business trying to drive while intoxicated. Any idea of letting the limo just take him home was brushed aside by Chrysalis as she insisted on keeping him around for company. He walked in behind her, as buzzed as she was from the spirits they’d drank at the gala but still quite functional. He held his liquor better than Chrysalis thought he would, but it suited her fine. She only had a slight buzz going herself, being used to larger quantities of alcohol.

“Wow. This is...your home is nice, Chrysalis,” Moore complimented. “You could fit two of my living rooms in just the one.”

“When you dream big, you live big, Moore. Take a seat. I’ve got better drinks than the little floaters they had at the gala,” Chrysalis offered. Moore took the invitation, finding purchase on the large plush sofa that faced the entertainment center she had against the wall. It took Chrysalis only a minute to find the scotch she’d had waiting, a favored brand of hers that she used to fill two glasses before rejoining Moore. He took the glass and held it aloft, tinking it against hers when she brought her own up, both allowing the quiet to settle over the room as they stayed put and sipped from their drinks.

“I wonder if I could ever have a house this big. I wouldn’t know what to do with it,” Moore commented.

“It took a little getting used to at first. When you go from a small place to this, you don’t exactly get a blueprint,” Chrysalis replied. Reaching up, she undid the feathered clip in her hair, setting it on the nearby table. A momentary glow emanated from her horn before her hair’s fanciful appearance relaxed, settling into its normal loose cascade down her back. Moore watched all this and nodded at her.

“What’s that like? Magic and all that?” he asked. Chrysalis couldn’t help a snort at the question.

“It’s magic, Moore. It does lots of things. Like levitation, and teleportation. And it's a hell of a help on mornings when you need an extra hand,” she answered.

“No, like...well, that kinda answers it. But I’m a non-magic guy. I don’t know what that feels like,” he tried to explain. “Like, does it feel good? Bad? You know?”

“I think the best answer is, it's different for everyone. Mine? It feels like it’s natural. It’s a part of me. When I use it, I feel...stronger. Like I’m more there,” she tried to answer for him.

“Well, all of you’s natural. I mean, I’m guessing you are. You don’t look like you’d be one for plastic surgery,” Moore said, making Chrysalis raise an eyebrow at him. Seeing her look, he waved a hand. “That's not saying you look bad. Or anything bad. You look great, really!”

“Go on,” she told him.

“I was just saying that you do better being natural, feeling natural. It’s more...you. Like, ok, you could try to do stuff to enhance yourself if you wanted. Anyone could. But it doesn’t work for everyone. You don’t look like someone who would need to, because it wouldn’t be needed. Why try to fix something if it isn’t broken?”

“Smooth, Moore. Real smooth,” Chrysalis replied. She knew he wasn’t quite this talkative to her normally: the good mood from the gala event and the drinks must be loosening him up some. This was going better than she’d expected. “But you’re right. I’m much better as an all natural woman instead of a pile of plastic and silicone. I’d have to take out an insurance policy on my own self.”

Moore scoffed at that. “You have the wealth for it. Ten times over, even.”

“True. But I had help,” she said, setting her glass on the table before regarding Moore, who observed her as she continued. “You’ve been a good help to all this, Moore. A little more than I may give vocal credit for. But if we’re going to be slinging praises, then you deserve to know that I do consider you to be a very useful ally. Loyal, cunning, and diligent. Traits I find to be...shall we say...appealing?” she offered. The changeling scooted closer, shoulder to shoulder now with Moore, who stayed put.

“Well, that’s...good? I mean, who wouldn’t want that?” he replied.

“Only simpletons. But you can do even more for me.” Chrysalis’ grin stayed etched on her features as her eyes stared into Moore’s wondering pupils. “I’m not one to beat around the bush, Moore. You’ve been a good curveball to my plans, my work. And even though you started as a thorn in my side, you’ve changed into an unexpected boon for me. And with boons come potential...rewards.” Chrysalis’ hand danced along his shoulder, coming up from the back to rest on the back of his neck. Her other hand came to rest on his thigh. The contact there seemed to jolt Moore to life.

“C-Chrysalis, you can’t mean you’re offering...we...what?” he mumbled out. Were it any other moment, Chrysalis would’ve been documenting the moment as blackmail, a personal moment to record and laugh at in seeing Moore so disarmed. But a small part of her took flattery in his reacting that particular way to her.

“Now, don’t go getting this wrong, Moore. I’m hardly offering myself like a little trollop wanting to climb corporate.” She cut through that thinking immediately, tapping her fingernails against his skin. “Think of it more as...an opportunity. It’s been so long since I’ve had a plaything who could actually try to keep up. Someone who isn’t just a flimsy pushover.” As she spoke, Chrysalis slipped one long leg over his, and the woman soon had herself seated in his lap, straddling him as she peered down to his watching stare. Her bountiful rear was spread over his legs, still locked away by her dress but still letting him feel its plush softness. Moore had to look past the valley of cleavage her dress revealed to hold her gaze. “You’re looking at a chance for something you’ve never gotten to have before.”

“C-Chrysalis. We’re co-workers. We...if we do this, we-” Moore started, but was cut off with a finger to his lips by the changeling.

“Tsk, Moore. The old coworkers gag is boring, tripe, and a sham of an excuse,” Chrysalis said. “And you and I might work in the same company, but we’re hardly just co-workers. I’ve been watching you. Your little slip-up a minute ago isn’t the first time you’ve found me appealing. And who can blame you? A woman like me is hardly going to take heed at the first attempt of a foolhardy boy. But a man. A useful man. A smart man? That is a man of potential. Potential for bountiful gains. Potential for delightful fun. And all he has to do, is surrender to me.”

By now, Chrysalis’ hands had interlocked around the back of his neck, keeping his head still and gaze fixed on her almost luminous eyes. If the changeling were more focused on herself, she may have felt the subtle tug of her magic at her own body, inching towards what she was alluding to. The look in Moore’s eyes was a man caught in the headlights, his hand dangling before a metaphorical cookie jar.

“Surrender...to you?” he murmured. “...If I don’t?”

“Then you pass up on the chance for something you’ll never get again. And let’s be frank, Moore; I know you want this. I’m a changeling, after all,” her voice lowered to a soft, sensual whisper. “And that pen in your pocket speaks plenty for you.”

Moore’s faced colored, but he didn’t retreat away. He seemed torn between acting and withdrawing, pinned between the fading moral boundaries he held himself to, and the physical want she’d been priming in him since the evening had begun. He just needed one more little push…

“Or are you gonna say you’re not man enough to say fuck it, and let go? That you don’t want any of this?” she whispered, giving her lips a sensual lick with her tongue that drew his gaze before his eyes snapped back to hers.

Seconds ticked in perpetual lethargy, but Moore’s answer cleared the air in but a moment.

“Damn you.”

Moore’s lips latched onto Chrysalis’ with pure hunger driving him, the flesh still wet with the scotch he’d been sipping. The changeling welcomed him, pressing back with plenty of force to deepen the kiss and to let her taste him as well. Her horn turned aglow and his glass floated away, out of sight and mind while his now freed hand went for her sides, gripping the woman as they fought for dominance in the liplock. It was Chrysalis who won the first round, Moore withdrawing for need of air before being pounced on again by the changeling CEO, eager to dip into the awakened pool of lust both were falling into.

The sofa did plenty to support both of their weights, and allow Moore to be comfortable with her astride him. Chrysalis gave no ground to the man in her grasp, only deepening the kiss further as she pushed his head back, pressing it back against the sofa cushion as she kept control of the liplock they shared. When she felt his lips part wider, her tongue slid into his mouth with no hesitation, brushing his own in a confident slide of saliva and heat. Experience let her keep the attack going as she breathed through her nose, letting her overwhelm any of Moore’s attempts to try and push back. She wasn’t going to give him one inch; all of him was hers to use and enjoy to her liking.

Of course, Moore did try to fight back. His hands groped along her sides, then her back to be lost amidst the forest that was her hair while his tongue tried to swirl around and about her invading muscle. Chrysalis found the attempts amusing, but gave no quarter. Instead, she only furthered her efforts by capturing his tongue in hers’ grasp, gliding back and forth as the wet kiss continued. Moore’s groan and quick breathing through his own nose told her she easily outmatched him.

Pulling back finally, Chrysalis stared down at her would-be lover with all the eagerness of a predator cornering its long-sought prey. Her tongue flicked about her lips, and she noted with satisfaction the slight smudge of color of her lipstick on his own lips. “You’re mine now, Moore. But don’t worry; I promise you’ll get an experience you’ll never forget. Because you’ll never get better than me,” she assured. “But first, let's get these troublesome clothes out of our way. We don’t need them.” Her horn gave off a luminous glow of bright green, and Chrysalis sighed as the dress dematerialized off of her form, leaving her bare before Moore’s eyes, while the changeling got to properly survey the now naked body in front of her. The clothes reappeared a moment later, cast away from the sofa onto the floor.

“Ooh...aren’t you just delicious,” she purred, running a finger along his chest and down to his midriff. The consultant was always slim, she knew, but he was somewhat sinewy with a defined chest and firm-looking belly. He didn’t sport a four-pack, but it suited him better like this than being musclebound. Moore’s silence didn’t concern her: she imagined he was taken with the visage of her nude body on display before him. Her full bosom swayed and jiggled with every light motion she made, and observant eyes could make out the clean shaven pussy waiting between her thick, rounded bare thighs. An old lover had once called her an amazon, and she’d considered it just fanciful imagining then. But now, she felt all the more like a predator, strong overtop him.

His hardened cock stood tall, poking against her leg as it throbbed in want for the woman astride him. Chrysalis hummed in approval, a quick visual guess telling her he was around eight inches long. A little on the narrow side, but she imagined his length would help make up for that. “Looks like someone wants to play...don’t you?” she said as her fingertips ran from his base to the tip, circling the sensitive end with her fingernail and delighting in the shivers that shook Moore’s body.

“Y-yes,” he grunted out, making Chrysalis smirk.

“Don’t worry, Moore; I’ll give you your chance to enjoy yourself. But like all good things, I’m going to make you work for it. If you want this—,” she paused to bring her other hand down to her bare pussy and spread it wide using her fingers, the contact making her hiss in pleasure, “—then you’re going to have to earn it. Think you can manage that?”

Moore just nodded, moving to act once she’d released his length from her grasp. Bringing himself level with her breasts, his hands went to work at kneading them, fingers rubbing and squeezing the tender flesh as his lips worshipped what ground they could with kisses. Chrysalis gave a soft sigh from the touches upon her skin and stuck her chest out further to give him more to work with. Moore’s hands continued to grope and fondle what they could get ahold of, but Chrysalis’ larger size only made his hands seem to sink into her flesh.

“That’s it...good...more, Tony,” she instructed him, causing him to pause for only a moment before continuing. His lips found purchase on one of the dark erect nubs that had been poking at his palm, suckling on her nipple and giving it light nibbles with his teeth. The mixture of the two sent a pleasurable wave through Chrysalis’ torso, echoing in her groin as his efforts worked her up. Chrysalis’ hand found the back of Moore’s head and pressed him deeper into her cleavage, her other hand moving down between them to caress her entrance as it grew more wet from her partner’s efforts. Her stroking fingers made her hiss in want, itching for something bigger than just what her fingers could offer.

Moore’s efforts persisted, soon swapping between each breast to make sure neither was left unattended. However, the pleasure soon seemed to plateau for Chrysalis, making her feel a little frustrated as his progress slowed. “Nice to see you can take orders well in the bedroom. But you’ll need to do better than that,” Chrysalis said as she pulled Moore’s head away from her bosom. He appeared confused at first before Chrysalis made them shift, causing him to fall and lay on his back while she scooted forward.

“That silver tongue needs to be put to work. It’s too valuable a resource to waste,” the changeling said. The shift in position placed Moore’s head between her powerful thighs, squeezing him on either side with her toned, thick muscles as his gaze was directed squarely upon her waiting entrance. “Don’t make me wait, Tony,” she added with a playful tone.

Her words spurred him to action, and he brought his head forward so his lips were positioned directly on her waiting flower. Chrysalis closed her eyes as she felt the first penetration of his tongue into her depths, and allowed a moan to leave her lips as he reached deeper into her. The writhing of his tongue within her was exquisite, she decided, as her hand groped at her breast to add further pleasure in what he was doing. Her other hand wove its fingers into Moore’s hair, pressing him moreso into her to try and get more of what he was doing.

Her silver tongue comment had been more in cheek than anything, yet Moore seemed to want to do his best to fulfill the charge. The pink muscle within her pussy was circling and licking every which way possible, working at stimulating sensitive, tender flesh that had gone without such touches for some time. Chrysalis began to breathe deeper, her hips starting to rock against Moore’s face from his efforts. She could feel his hands reach around to her rear, groping at her wide cheeks in a not-so-subtle effort to bring her in closer. She would have smiled at how easily Moore had succumbed to her, were she not more occupied with riding the waves of ecstasy his tongue was offering.

“Deeper...Deeper! Right there. Right there!” she groaned out as she humped against his face, her thighs squeezing harder around his head as he worked her over. When his tongue pressed against the roof of her nethers, she gave an involuntary gasp as a burst of ecstasy shot through her. Moore capitalized on it, circling the same spot again and again in lavish strokes that only furthered Chrysalis’ pleasure. The wet sounds coming from his mouth on her lips told her he was drinking her essence with each of those sloppy flicks of his tongue, the idea of it further pushing her.

Continuing to hump against his tongue, the changeling found a climax on the horizon as Moore was unceasing in his efforts, the hot ball of energy pooling in her groin growing with each second he slurped and suckled at her nethers. “I’m close. I’m close, Moore, you better fucking finish me, I swear to the Sun!” Chrysalis half growled, half moaned out. It was enough to get Moore’s attention, and one of his hands left her ass to join his tongue in its work. When she felt his fingertip encircle her clit—a slow elongated stroke on the sensitive nub— she only squeezed tighter around his head with her thighs. Moore let out a strangled sound, but she ignored it. Moore’s finger became more fevered in its touches, now stroking the nub it’d found. It was enough to tip her over.

“Yes! YesyesyesYES!” Chrysalis chanted as she threw her head back, letting her orgasm wash over her form. The waves of ecstasy arched from her twitching nethers to throughout her form, leaving her entirely immersed in bliss as Moore stayed where he was, allowing her to savor the feeling he’d brought her into. It was a small while before Chrysalis could think to release him, easing her grip on his head and with her thighs to allow the man room to move again, gasping for breaths as sexual pleasure still echoed throughout her being. Opening her eyes, Chrysalis looked down to the man beneath her, watching as he took in deep breaths of air himself, cheeks and face flushed red no doubt from the tight grasp she had on him. The changeling could still feel the flow of her own juices as they left her lips, which dripped out onto Moore’s chest and neck in colorless streams of sexual evidence.

“For a minute, I thought...I was a goner,” Moore gasped out.

“Hardly. I’ve no intention of fucking a dead man,” Chrysalis assured him, scooting back for the moment to ease the weight off of his chest for the time being. With enough movement, however, the changeling felt something poke her in the rear, and looked back to see Moore’s cock throbbing in clear need. She noted the small rivulet of precum already seeping from the tip and dripping onto her butt cheek, and smirked to herself before looking to Moore’s face again. “You look ready to pop.”

“I just...ate out one of the most powerful women in the world, and made her orgasm. Kinda hard...to not be aroused,” Moore replied, still getting his breath back.

“Good. Then you see the benefits of being beneath me then, don’t you?” she teased. “But it comes with rewards all its own. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll be more than happy to show you.”

“Make a bone joke right now, and I swear I’m walking,” Moore’s threat only made Chrysalis smirk as she got up off of him, allowing him to sit up. It was only for a moment though, for Chrysalis was upon him again as soon as he had his back to the sofa. This time, it was her being between his legs, eying his member with a hunger as she licked her lips.

“Not with this morsel needing attention, you’re not. It’d be a crime to let him go unattended,” Chrysalis said as she wrapped her fingers around his base, giving a squeeze and feeling Moore’s pulse echo through the rigid flesh and onto her palm. “If you keep still and behave, I promise, you’ll have good reason to stay. Just let me...indulge myself.”

Moore gave a silent nod, and Chrysalis focused her attention on the cock before her. Up close, she could see the throbbing veins of his member, the flesh an angry red from all the blood making it swell up. His tip was wet with his pre, giving it a light shine in the lighting of the room. A cursory sniff from the changeling told her he kept himself clean, earning a check mark of approval from her as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to touch him for the first time. He was hot against her tongue, and Chrysalis let it idle at the tip, making a slow circle around it to get a glimpse of how he tasted.

She could pick up the taste of his pre mixed with the clean taste of his cock, an inviting sensation that made her yearn for more. Again and again, her tongue licked around the tip, wettening him further with her saliva while Moore only allowed himself to shudder, seeming to restrain himself from reacting. Chrysalis took this as a challenge to her ability, and brought her lips down to close around Moore’s swollen tip, caressing him with her plush, full lips as he was bathed in saliva and heat alike. Her hand at his base stroked in slow but precise motions, keeping the pleasure going as she worked at his member.

Her slow approach made Moore’s hands itch at his sides, tantalizing him further as she sucked on him, bobbing on just the first two inches. She watched him through lidded green eyes, his pleasure-stricken face satisfying the changeling, while she used her other hand to rub along his inner thigh. The soft caress mixed with her slow efforts made him throb in her hold, a dollop of pre slipping into her maw that she gulped up with zero hesitation. The sensation of it trickling down her throat only excited her more, pushing her onward.

With a slow inhale through her nose, Chrysalis began to dip further down Moore’s cock, the tip soon poking at the entrance to her throat. She paused there, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard while pulling back to the tip, leaving a wet sheen of saliva where her lips trailed. Moore’s groaning was music to her ears, and she resumed bobbing her head, now clearing two-thirds of his cock with her mouth. The wet sound of her lips sliding up and down his cock filled her ears along with Moore’s half-muted groans, her pussy tingling at the thought of him being under her control. The shift in pacing increased the intensity of his throbbing and on one downswing, Chrysalis felt pressure on the back of her head. She realized it was Moore’s hands, and glared up at him, resisting his feeble push and instead rearing back until the tip popped out of her mouth.

“What did I tell you to do?” she questioned, her hand gliding up and down his length easily now that her saliva made it wet.

Moore grimaced but put his hands back at his sides. “Sorry. It’s just...really really good.”

“Damn right it is. But it’ll only stay good if you keep still, and do what I say. Don’t, and I can make you blue-balled for a week,” she warned, her hand coming to rest beneath his sack, fingers grazing across the sensitive skin there. “Are you going to stay put?”

“Yes,” Moore replied, but Chrysalis only gave a wicked grin.

“Yes what?” The ‘schlick’ of her stroking hand on his cock followed her question, and Moore let out a low moan.

“Yes...y-yes, ma’am?”

“That’s better. But don’t worry, Moore. I wouldn’t hurt one of my favorite toys. I think I know just the thing,” Chrysalis said as she rose up off her ankles from where she’d been squatting before. She allowed Moore a moment to be confused by her pause, only to relish his surprised gasp when she brought her bountiful chest forward, engulfing Moore’s wet cock in its heated embrace. The warm, rigid pole nuzzled into her breasts gave the changeling her own small pleasure, and she delighted in the way he trembled in her grasp.

“Does it feel good between my breasts, Moore? Do you like having your cock rubbed by them?” she taunted as she brought her hands to her mounds and squeezed tighter around him, making Moore’s legs twitch beneath her. “No thrusting now. I’m the one in control here. You’re going to take all I have to offer.” She started to rock her tits up and down, guiding them with her hands as the tip of his cock continued to emerge then vanish into the valley of her cleavage. Her full breasts were big enough that every inch of his length was buried within it, a heated embrace that was as soft as it was erotic. Her saliva kept him lubricated, letting him slide with minute resistance that only heightened his pleasure.

Chrysalis felt her pussy twitch as she beheld Moore’s expression under her treatment, his cock continuing to throb inside her cleavage. His precum continued to drip from the tip every time it peeked out from her grasp, adding further lubricant for her to use as she stroked him with her tits. As close as she was, it allowed her to even tweak and squeeze her own nipples, erect and firm, as she went. The sparks of pleasure that came from her buds only made her work him faster, soon pumping him in a lustful frenzy that had Moore moaning freely. Were he a bigger specimen, she imagined she could’ve sucked him off as she titfucked him, but her breasts were simply too large to allow for that here. Instead, she only tightened her grip on him, the sleeve of flesh she imposed on him making his hands grab for the sofa as some meager means of resistance.

“You feel like you’re gonna burst any minute, Moore. Too much to handle?” she challenged, grinning up at the trapped man as he kept his eyes closed. When he did open his eyes to chance a look at her, the woman held his stare while lowering her head, bringing her breasts down to let his tip be exposed to the world again. Extending her tongue, and never breaking eye contact, Chrysalis swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip, and Moore’s will snapped in two.

“Fuck!” he yelled, his body going taut as a sudden surge of seed splashed out from his cock and onto Chrysalis’ lips and face, streaks of white coloring her green lips and red cheeks.

Surprised, Chrysalis drew back her head in time for the next salvo to splash out upon her breasts and the top of her chest. Moore gasped for air as his cock continued to cum, his orgasm lasting for several spurts until it finally slowed enough to settle. By the time he was done, Chrysalis’ breasts were lavishly splashed with his seed, long sticky strands criss-crossing the ample flesh. The changeling sampled a taste of him from her lips, letting his essence run along her tongue before swallowing.

“Mmm...delicious…” Chrysalis purred as she licked at her lips for more of him. Releasing his half hard member from her breasts, the changeling’s horn sparked to life as an almost ethereal glow crossed over her body from head to toe. Moore could only watch her as Chrysalis gathered his seed off of her skin, letting it flow through the air and into her waiting maw. It only took a few seconds before the changeling was clean of any evidence of his climax, save for Chrysalis’ hungry stare. “A nice appetizer to snack on. A little bit of a hair trigger though.”

“Fucking hell.” It was all Moore could force out as he got his breath back. Chrysalis took it in stride, rising from her kneeling position to stand up, shadowing him with her torso.

“And we’re not even done yet,” Chrysalis said, making him look at her in disbelief.

“I’m...I need a minute to recharge here. I literally just came harder than I have in ever,” Moore protested.

“Flattering, Moore, that it’s me who could deliver such a pleasure. This is why it's good to submit to me. Just like it’d be wise for you to stay put,” she explained as she stepped forward. Too tired to react, Moore could only let out a huff of air as Chrysalis once more claimed his lap, trapping his recovering length between her wet pussy lips and his groin. “If you think I’m going to be satisfied just with a simple shared dine and dash, you need to realize you’re in for the long haul.”

“Long haul or not, I still need a bit to—” He was cut off as Chrysalis’ hand found his member, stroking it and making him trail into a groan. The feeling of her soft hand on his cock evoked a twitch out of it, a sign of life that made her smirk.

“Shut up, Moore. Too much talk kills the mood, you know,” she retorted as her horn once more glowed, only now with its aura directed at his waiting member. Moore’s legs gave a twitch beneath her hips as vigour returned to his length, fully hard once more as she continued to pump him. Releasing him, her hand then drifted to his balls, cradling both as the glow of her magic flowed into them as well. When she felt a hefty weight in them once more, only then did she release him and ease her magic. “Do you really think a changeling of my calibre wouldn’t have means of getting around such a thing?”

“You’re...a damn good witch, you are,” Moore replied, making Chrysalis laugh.

“Close enough. But I’m done waiting,” she said as she pushed her hips forward, grinding her wet nethers against his base and sighing from the contact. “This is going in me. And for your sake, you better hope you get me to cum first.”

Moore wasn’t given time to retort, as she rose up and aimed his tip to penetrate her entrance. Once aligned, it took little effort to get him to enter her, as Chrysalis lowered down inch by inch to welcome his cock into her tunnel. With every inch that passed further into her, Chrysalis’ lips stretched into a wider smile, an almost maddening grin staying fixed on her expression when she hit his base. He reached well into her depths, enough to rub against some of the more tender places her own toys or fingers wouldn’t get to. She rewarded him with a tightening of her pink, hot walls around him, making him cry out as she felt him throb within her.

“All mine, Moore. You hear that?” Chrysalis breathed out as she started raising her hips up, then bringing them down to ride him in firm, deep strokes that renewed their joined pleasure on each pass. Her rear bounced in tandem with her motions, slapping into his thighs as she came down to punctuate every penetrating thrust. The sound was followed by the wet sliding sounds his cock made, her pussy’s juices flowing past the tight seal of his cock within her and onto his base and crotch. “You’re all mine now. I’ve claimed every bit of you,” she continued as she leaned over him, her hair draping over both of their heads to frame her lustful expression while Moore stared up at her, caught between arousal and intimidation. “Your work. Your job. And now your body. All...mine.” She almost seemed to growl as she pushed down hard and rocked her hips back and forth, grinding his lap as she squeezed her pussy around his cock.

“Fuck, Chrysalis, I can’t...fuck!” Moore exclaimed from the pressure around him. Chrysalis only grinned in victory at his submission to her. The air around them was hot by now, sweat dripping along the lines of her torso from her shoulders and down her arms to beneath her swaying tits that jiggled with every motion she made. Moore’s torso was similarly riled up, his face flushed from exertion as he was trapped under her. A spark of rebellion seemed to rise in him as he tried to lift his hips up and thrust into her if only to try and take control.

It was all for naught, however, as Chrysalis brought a hand to his chest and let her fingernails dig into him a little, making him pause. She made a note that he throbbed more often when she did that than otherwise, and kept her grip as she spoke. “Oh, no you don’t. You’ve given yourself to me, Moore. If you want to play rough, then be rough. But I’m the one in control here-mmph!” She was cut off as Moore suddenly leaned forward and captured her in a heated kiss, catching her off guard before she returned it. A war of tongues broke out between them as Chrysalis worked her hips again, bouncing in his lap while her tongue licked and lavished at his own invading tongue.

With her attentions torn between the two areas, Chrysalis slowed her hips a little from their rough riding to focus on deeper strokes, elongating their pleasure as their lips continued to fight for dominance over the other. It was Moore who withdrew first, again unable to keep up with the experienced changeling’s passion. She was granted a moment’s victory to smirk before Moore’s head ducked down, going for her breasts and managing to grab for one with his hand so he could latch onto the nipple there. His other hand went for her ass, slapping against the flesh and making her yelp in indignation before he squeezed the same spot, making her groan from the contact as well as his suckling lips.

Not one to be outdone, Chrysalis picked up her riding pace again, the rapid wet slaps of flesh filling the room over the sounds of their vocal exertions. Moore wasn’t holding back the moans he gave into her titflesh, the mound jiggling against his face as he nipped, sucked, and licked at her nipple as if to milk her. Her unclaimed breast bounced with her motions, bumping against the side of his head every few motions as both worked the other up to try and reach the climax they wanted. Moore’s groping hand at her ass helped keep Chrysalis’ balance, allowing her to ride to her heart’s content. The wet “shlurp” of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy made Chrysalis’ cunt quiver around his pole.

“Fuck yes...fuck...suck my tit, Moore, you fucking bastard. Deeper!” she called out as she rode him harder, each bounce of her large rear taking him from tip to base in one smooth motion, accompanied by a fleshy, wet slap of her hips meeting his. “You love this cunt, don’t you? Don’t you?!”

Moore’s muffled reply was covered by her breast in his face. He withdrew his head, saliva linking his lips to her nipple as he spoke in ragged breaths. “Yes. Yes, you fucking...bitch of a woman. You fat-tittied cow!”

“You fucking love it, you prick! Your fucking cock is so damn hard inside me!” she fired back, her hips a blur as she bounced on his lap. The pool of heat in her groin was building again, almost ready to burst. It’d need only a little more to reach that peak. Her free hand dove down between them, fingers scrambling for her clit and stroking the nub as she cried out. “I bet you want to cum, don’t you, Moore? Cum all you can in this bitch’s cunt?”

“Fuck...yes!...I can’t...hold out…” he half replied, half warned her. Knowing he was so close only spurred her onwards, fingers giving a tweak of her clit and sparking something inside of her. The rhythm they’d been holding to gave way to wild motions, Chrysalis throwing her full weight into her riding as her climax surged throughout her body.

“Cum inside! Do it inside, you prick! Give me all that fucking...f-fuck...CUM!” she cried out as it reached full strength within her and her body locked around Moore’s. Chrysalis’ magic flared to life, the green aura lighting the entire room as her raw power sapped at Moore’s own residual magic within him. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, milking the throbbing pole with every inch of her wet walls. Her voice screamed, but she was lost to the pleasure exploding within her. The immense heat surrounding him along with her tight grasp restricted Moore’s movements, making him release as well. Whole thick shots of his cum poured into her waiting pussy, painting her insides white as they both rode out their climaxes in their entirety. Moore’s hand released her breast and found her dangling free own, helping steady the woman as they collapsed together on the sofa, him on his back with her atop him.

Chrysalis could still feel the ebbing throbs of his cock within her depths, even as he shrunk and eventually slipped out of her now cum-coated tunnel. The lack of the long penetrating cock was somewhat appeased by the sensation of his cum still slowly dripping out of her, making her give a weary groan as the pleasurable drain of sex took its toll on her form. Even as good as she felt, she knew seeking anymore right now wouldn’t give the good results she’d want. Instead, she chose to relish the feeling of Moore’s warm body beneath hers, not even minding that he continued to hold her hand in post-coital bliss. Seeing he did nothing to move her or change position, the changeling took this as his acceptance of where he was, and let herself be lulled to sleep to the tune of Moore’s steady heartbeat in her ear.

When the next morning’s sun rose, instead of being in her study, Chrysalis greeted the new day with a coffee mug in hand and a fluffed purple bathrobe covering her figure. The bathrobe’s wide sleeves hung down a little off her arms, the end of it coming down to mid-thigh level. She had yet to shower, lethargic as she was this morning. Chrysalis had woke up and extracted herself from Moore’s body a little over twenty minutes ago, and did herself and him a service of at least magicking away any residual fluids on either of them. A warm shower would still be sought, however.

Shuffled steps came from behind her, and she turned to see Moore stumble into the kitchen. His hair unkempt and body still bare, save for a pair of boxers he’d grabbed from his tossed aside clothes, he looked as groggy as she felt. When he looked up at her, she gestured at the spare cup by the coffeepot, and he nodded in gratitude before snatching it up to pour his own cup of joe.

“Head’s sore a little,” he murmured after the first couple of sips. “...Heck, whole body’s sore.”

“Ride of your life and you know it, Moore. I told you,” Chrysalis replied, smiling to herself as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

“...Did you feed off of me a bit there? That whole glow show?” he asked.

“A bit, maybe. It was too good to resist,” she answered him. “In the passion of the moment, people like me can’t help it if we’re a little...peckish.”

“Explains why I felt like we went through a marathon last night,” he retorted, making her snort into her cup but giving no reply back. The pair sat there in the quiet of the morning sunlight for a spell until Moore broke it again. “So...what now?”

“That depends, Moore. Where do you stand in all this?” she asked as she regarded him. The morning light played across his features, bringing out the blue in his eyes as she beheld him. “I have my thoughts, but I can give a little fair room.”

“Surprise surprise,” Moore retorted, sipping from his cup again before setting it on the counter. “I...it’s hard to put it to words. You’re different, Chrysalis. I’ve had one night stands before. They happen, we go our ways, and stick with a good memory. But…”

“But?” Chrysalis prodded. She wasn’t sure why it mattered so much here and now. Did it matter? Wasn’t this supposed to be where she just let him go and she let herself bask in the glory of a conqueror? It was the question she’d been asking for the past fifteen minutes, but no answer came to her. It needed to come from Moore, it seemed.

“...Maybe it’s the wild sex still talking, but I’m not quite able to shrug you off. I don’t want to. Even if you are my boss, it...everything last night felt so damn good, for once,” he explained. “I don’t expect you to just curtsy and go all lovey-dovey. It’s not you. But...well. Could there be something?”

His question was ambiguous, but Chrysalis could read him well enough to know where his thoughts were wandering. It echoed the territory she’d drifted into when her eyes had opened and she beheld his sleeping face as the first thing she saw. Setting her coffee down on the counter, she stepped over to him, coming to a stop only a couple of inches away.

“Suppose there was, just for sake of discussion,” she offered, getting him to nod. “Are you sure you’d be able to keep up with a woman like me? You’ve seen what I can do. Who I am. What I am. I won’t be the polite, soft-spoken woman to come home to. That’s not my style, nor is it yours.”

“Course it isn’t. I’m not a woman,” he quipped, making her roll her eyes.

“And what do you suppose I’d want then? Hmm?”

“Aside from global domination?” Moore remarked, making her cock an eyebrow and him to raise a hand to placate her. “Someone to share with. Someone near your level; not on it, but close enough to appreciate what you do and how you do it. With enough wits to keep things interesting, but respect enough to not try and outdo you. An equal won’t suffice, because an equal means admitting some sort of concession on your part. And we both know you don’t do that. But if someone was willing to work with you, and feel well enough to stick with you as a type of partner…?”

Chrysalis listened to this and allowed a playful smile to spread across her lips. Bringing her hand up, she cradled his chin, fingers light across his skin.

“Shrewd, Moore. Lavishing me with praise while pitching a new idea to see if I’ll take you up on it. You really have been paying attention,” she remarked, making him shrug his shoulders. “But you’ll always have to remember one key detail. I’m top dog here. At work. At home. In the bedroom.”

“You know...I don’t think that’s so bad an option,” he answered, making her chuckle before closing the distance to kiss him softly, causing him to return it for a moment before she pulled back.

“Damn right it isn’t. Now, come on; your new queen wants a shower. We can’t go into the office smelling like beasts,” she taunted before turning away, the sway of her hips full of confidence as she felt Moore’s eyes on her backside. Hearing his footsteps follow after her made the changeling’s grin widen.

It’s good to be the Queen.

Professional Misconduct

by Steel Quill

Step One: Hostile Takeover

Step Two: New Perspectives

Step Three: Taking the Lead

Step Four: Mixing Work With Play (Pt. 1)

Step Five: Mixing Work With Play (Pt. 2)

Step Six: Eliminating Opposition

Step Seven: Enjoy The Benefits