Captive 1 (MLP, Chrysalis)

At the Canterlot Wedding, Chrysalis wasn’t blown away from the city.
Instead she was weakened and locked away in the castle’s dungeon.

>Your shoes echo ominously as you traverse the deep corridors and halls of the infinitely deep dungeon.
>It’s kind of unnerving, especially considering how the rest of Canterlot Castle is pretty easy on the eyes.
>But down here, the air was as chilly as deep caves and torches were scarce, illuminating the long, winding paths imperfectly.
>You pass cell after cell on your way, thick bars of solid metal keeping in any prisoners trapped.
>Along with shackles hanging from the rear walls within their confined spaces.
>All the cells are empty, though.
>Except for one.
>After a long trek through the gloomy dungeon, you eventually reach a specific cell.
>Slightly larger than most others, it nonetheless only holds one prisoner.
>A special prisoner, of course.
>You take a seat on a simple wooden bench before the cell.
>Within it a dark figure stares back at you.
>It stands up on four legs and walks towards you.
>Metal chains that attach her forelegs to the hind counterparts jingle.
>Their limited length makes only walking is possible. Trotting would be clumsy, galloping just wouldn’t happen.
>Strong bindings wrapped around the torso hold the insect-like wings against the body and keep them from granting flight.
>An exotic gem strapped to the vicious-looking horn suppresses its magic properties.
>Queen Chrysalis stops by the cell’s bars and looks at you.
>”You’re back.”
”Yeah.”
>One of her eyebrows moves up.
>”I thought you were done with your interviews.”
>The Princesses had initially tasked you with trying to find out whatever you could about Chrysalis’ (failed) plans and minions.
”You weren’t exactly providing any clear answers.”
>Turns out she has a sly tongue and is excellent at saying things that don’t really say anything specific.
>She smirks.
>”Well, why would I? I’m already in your dungeon. I don’t see why I should have to grant you more than that.”
”It’s not really mine.”
>”Doesn’t matter.”
>She tugs at the chain linking her right foreleg with the right hindleg, with a bored look on her face.
>”So… Why are you here this time?”
>You shrug.
>Getting to chat with a national enemy and highly magical creature seemed like an attractive idea.
>The guardsponies outside let you enter without a word.
>You suspect they still think you’re coming for the interviews, but you didn’t bother to ask.
”Care for a friendly chat?”
>She gives you a confused look.
>”Friendly chat?”
>You just look at her.
>She stares back.
>Then she grins with obvious amusement.
>Her teeth are pretty scary.
>”A friendly chit-chat? Really? Well, I suppose this hollow places does get rather lonely after a while.”
>One of her dark hooves lightly taps against one of her cell’s bars.
>”So, what subject would you like to bring up? Battle-plans? Resources? Troop-management?”
”I’m NOT  here to pry about your military anymore.”
>”Uh-huh.”
”Seriously.”
>”Says the princesses’ ape.”
”Not cool.”
>”Sorry, must be a bit grumpy after being humiliated and imprisoned.”
>You sigh.
>She chuckles.
>The sound is both pleasant and eerie.
>”Well, you do still amuse me.”
>Gee, how wonderful.
>She’s a weird… mare?
>Well, she was obviously female.
>And MOSTLY pony-like.
>Except for all the insect-like details.
>And then some, honestly.
>”You’re staring.”
>You snap out of your study.
”Oh. Uh, sorry?”
>She grins again.
>”Don’t worry, I don’t mind.”
>She walks along the bars, turning her side towards you while watching you.
>”I’m not one of those prude mares I’m sure you’re used to.”
>Now it’s your turn to raise an eyebrow.
”Not surprised. You’re basically a succubus.”
>She stops.
>She looks confused.
>”A… what?”
>Right. This is ponyland.
”Nevermind.”
>For all it’s similarities to Earth and humanity, there are still differences.
”My point is, you’d just try to seduce me.”
>The scary part is, she could have a chance at succeeding.
>During your time in Equestria you had, against all expectations, become used to the idea of “getting it on” with pony mares.
>Yeah.
>Time and proper circumstances do wonders, apparently.
>She snorts.
>”Oh please. In this place, I’m not exactly in a position to do much in any way.”
>She looks back, down at herself.
>Well, she IS pretty well taken care of.
>Her head turns back to you.
>Her green predatory eyes give you an intense look.
>”I’m completely helpless…”
>Her voice travels the empty dungeon like a foreboding omen.
”… You do realize that you’re scary as hell when you say it like that, right?”
>Her face immediately contorts into an offended expression.
>”Well, you’re no fun.”
>You can’t help but snicker at her reaction.
>She begins waltzing around her cell while speaking rather loudly.
>”Here I am, completely powerless, the Queen of changelings and glorious enemy to the “great” Equestria…”
>Her head snaps back to you with a disappointed glare.
>”… and you, all alone with no witnesses, don’t even think of laying a hoo- hand on me?”
>She stomps back to the bars, coming as close as she can to you.
>”A dull male indeed.”
>You stare at her.
>Both at her and her display, actually.
>Then you…
>You grin.
>And you start laughing.
>Is she serious?
“You WANT me to… what? Fuck you?”
>”Crass language. I prefer ‘mate’ or perhaps ‘rut’.”
>She just smirks.
”Too bad. If you want to get laid, try some of the guards.”
>”Oh please. They’re so stoic I doubt there’s any real activity happening in their brains.”
”Yeah, well, too bad. I’m not risking falling into any trap of yours.”
>”I’m not going to be here forever, you know.”
>You give her a sceptical look.
“Oh really? Think they’ll pardon you, or are you talking about your execution?”
>She gives you another of her scary grins.
>”Neither, of course.”
>Some of the conversation’s previous humour suddenly leaves you.
>Her grin doesn’t go anywhere.
>”Oh no~, did I let something important slip?”
>One of her hooves goes to her mouth in a mockery of a shocked expression.
>You frown.
“You do realize, if I happen to pass this one to the princesses or some guards…”
>She just gives you an unimpressed look.
>”Then what? They would tighten the security? I haven’t told you any useful details, and a few more patrols wouldn’t change anything, ape.”
”I’m still not an ape.”
>”You’re close enough.”
”You’ve been trying to seduce an ape, then.”
>”I’ve had worse.”
”... What?”
>She giggles at the expression on your face.
>”I’m not picky.”
>She winks with her emerald, slitted eye.
>Not totally sure what to say to that statement.
”… Okay…”
>Her tone suddenly turns more serious.
>”I suppose it’s a strange concept to your kind, but we changelings take love where we can get it. We don’t have your restrictions.”
>Well, that should’ve been pretty obvious.
”And I guess being able to change helps.”
>”Sometimes, certainly.”
”I’m still not letting myself fall victim to any of your trickery, though.”
>She rolls her eyes.
>”I’m getting out of here one way or another. Might as well be the enjoyable one.”
“You’re just trying to manipulate me.”
>”So?”
>You rub your forehead in exasperation.
“It should be pretty obvious.”
>She gives you an amused look.
>It was often difficult to tell when she was seriously trying to deceive you and when she was just having fun.
“You know what? I think I’ve spent enough time down here with you for now.”
>You stand up from your seat.
>”Aww, so soon?”
>The look on her face is comically sad.
>Yeah, she’s being sarcastic.
”Yeah. Sorry to disappoint and all that.”
>”I’m sure. Oh well, I suppose a Queen’s presence can be a bit much for a mere ape.”
>Christ, she never stops.
”You go ahead and think that, if you like. I’ll just leave you in this dark pit in the meantime.”
>That actually seems to knock her teasing mood down a notch.
>She gives you a mild but very perceivable glare.
>You turn around and begin your march through the creepy corridors that lead outside.
>The two of you have never exchanged formal goodbyes with any of your visits.
>But then she sends a few oddly serious-sounding words after you.
>”Do come back.”
>You pause.
>And then continue.
>Sure, you’d come back another time.