(COMPLETE) To Protect an Empire

>You are Haakim.
>Crown Prince of the Saddle Arabian Empire.
>…
>You are in the diplomatic wing of Canterlot Castle, laying upon your bedding.
>While it is wonderfully comfortable, it’s difficult to find yourself truly at ease.
>Being in Canterlot again, after the beginning of the Long Night…
>You have so many questions.
>Where is Celestia?
>Where did this /Empress/ Nightmare Moon come from?
>Celestia has ruled her Princessipality for centuries, long before your family’s reign began.
>For her to be gone…
>It’s unsettling.
>While you did have dinner with Nightmare Moon this evening following your arrival, it has done little to calm your nerves.
>She refused to speak about Equestria’s affairs, or official business until the formal meetings tomorrow.
>She even refused to discuss herself, saying it would be /improper/ for the hostess to be the center of attention during your first visit.
>While her tone was inviting, and appeared sincere, you can’t help but feel as if there was a much more sinister overtone to her words.
>You aren’t sure what about it was off: perhaps it was her toothy smile, or her draconic eyes… but /something/ felt off.
>Then, to see her /Champion/ simply observing you…
>A kind of creature that you’ve never seen before…
>The thought of his cold gaze sent shivers down your spine.
>It was unnerving.
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>Instead, she focused the talks on your own nation, and it’s affairs over the last few centuries.
>It was a truly strange conversation.
>She seemed more familiar with your land’s ancient past then its recent history.
>The rise and fall of the Purrsian Empire…
>The Saddle Belt drought years…
>It was so strange.
>Like she saw it first hoof…
>Yet certainly that couldn’t be true; no pony beside Celestia has lived that long…
>…
>Unfortunately, those were the least of your concerns.
>Equestria has been Saddle Arabia’s greatest ally and trade partner for as long as you can remember.
>Now, you’re uncertain about your nation’s relationship.
>After the Night began, all diplomatic channels with the Equestrian government abruptly ended.
>After the first day without a sun, you sent diplomats to the boarder.
>They were turned away by the Equestrian military, who had sealed passage to their lands.
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>Your diplomats were immediately expelled, and returned without news.
>Even the ponies in the Equestrian Embassy knew nothing of the events, and had not received word from Canterlot in weeks.
>For the some time, all was quite, and only whispers of news came from Equestria.
>Most of your time was taken by the task of controlling the confusion and panic that followed the Sun’s setting.
>You remember meeting with other bordering lands in emergency sessions.
>No one knew what had happened to Celestia.
>Rumors that the Changeling’s leader visited the lands during that time spread, although no one could verify it, let alone know what transpired during those meetings.
>Then, one day, seemingly without warning, you received a Diplomatic invitation.
>The letter was brief, only informing you to arrive at the boarder for direct Escort to Canterlot for a meeting.
>When you saw the seal, and read the signature, fear struck your heart.
>/Empress Nightmare Moon/…
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>Taking a sip of your Coffee, you snap from your thoughts.
>Looking down at the scrolls before you, you continue you read.
>With such a little warning, your advisors only had a few hours to compose your documents for this journey.
>Now, on the eve before your first diplomatic meeting, is the first chance you’ve had to truly read their briefings.
>You feel uneasy about it.
>This… certainly isn’t the best situation to conduct your first meeting.
>The list of questions and concerns they wish for you to raise is lengthly and complex.
>Trade Taxes.
>Military Support.
>Weather Control.
>Border Restrictions.
>Perhaps most importantly, are the three most simple questions.
>Who is Nightmare Moon?
>Where is Celestia?
>What happened to the Sun?
>An entire bag of scrolls lays beside your bed, waiting to be read.
>Looking at the clock, you realize that it’s only seven thirty in the evening.
>It feels /much/ later.
>Before you can continue reading, you hear a knock at the door.
>Your ears perk up quickly in response.
>Who could that be?
>You were not informed of any visitors to this wing of the Palace.
>Perhaps your guards wished to speak with you.
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“You may come in.”
>The door handle turns, before gently sliding open.
>Your eyes look up as you see the pony walk into the room.
“Princess Mi Amore Cadenza!”
>You smile at the sight.
>"Prince Haakim!"
>She returns a smile, before closing the door behind her.
“It’s been so long Cadence, how have you been?
>She softly giggles as she approaches.
>”I’ve been well, how about you?
>Rolling up the scroll before you, you slide it back into the bag on the ground.
“I’ve been better.”
>A soft chuckle mask the sincerity behind your words.
>She comes before you, and places her hoof onto your withers, pulling you close into a hug, before Making her way onto the other side of the bed, laying down some distance from you.
>It’s been a few years since you’ve seen Cadence now.
>You’ve been so worried about Celestia, that Cadence has entirely slipped your mind.
>”So I’ve heard that you’ve taken the Crown of Saddle Arabia! Looks like you’ve finally decided to live up to your title!”
>Her words are filled with gentle humor, something that has always been Cadence’s habit.
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>For Royalty, she was surprisingly relaxed and carefree - something you’ve always appreciated about the mare.
>You nod.
“I have, although I can’t say I’m particularly excited about doing so this soon…”
>Her smile quickly fades away.
>”Oh… I forgot, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
>You hold a hoof up, and shake your head.
”It’s fine Cadence. It’s some time now...”
>She nods again, before speaking in a slightly more reserved tone, likely trying to avoid upsetting you.
>”Well… I’ve heard that you’ve gotten a mare for yourself; is that true?”
>You nod.
“You’ve heard right…”
>She smiles widely at the news.
>”Who is it? Have I met her?”
“Amira, Princess Amira…”
“My father arranged our marriage before he became severely ill, so I only met her a few times before we married…”
>You notice her smile falter for a moment.
>”You /do/ love her, right?”
>You nod.
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“She’s a very nice mare, although I must admit, it’s been a challenge to enter the union so quickly…”
>While true, that’s not the only reason.
>In fact, the other in sitting beside you as you speak.
>Seeing Cadence…
>Telling her you’re a married stallion…
>To say it’s difficult is an understatement.
>She pours herself a small cup of coffee from the table beside you.
>”Do you know why your father wanted you to get married so soon? It just seems… unexpected…”
>All you can do is shrug.
“I’m not sure myself, although I sometimes wonder if he knew it was his time, and wanted to see ensure my future before he passed…”
>Your mind wanders to the mare before you.
>She’s so graceful...
>She nods gently, while pouring a small amount of sugar into her coffee.
>You take a sip of your own drink, and attempt to refocus yourself before speaking.
“What has happened to Equestria recently? I’ve never seen anything like this before…”
>You visibly notice Cadence grow tense momentarily.
>She lowers the coffee cup from her lips, before turning around, and looking at the window.
>Using her magic, she closes the blinds, before turning to face you.
>You can’t help but grow nervous at the display.
>Like she’s trying to hide from someone.
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>”Haakim… I…”
“Cadence, is something wrong?”
>Your voice sounds more excited than you would have liked, but in the moment, you couldn’t help it.
>”I- I don’t know what’s happened…
>”I don’t know where Celestia is… Nightmare Moon just showed up one day… and now she’s gone…”
>Your stomach twist.
“Gone? What do you mean /gone?/ Did she go somewhere?”
>Cadence is noticeably growing more upset, as her voice gets slightly more shakey.”
>She shakes her head.
>”No, I would have noticed is she left the Castle, but she didn’t /go/ anywhere. I just… I don’t know…”
>You notice that she’s coming dangerously close to crying.
>Instinctively, you inch your way toward the mare, placing a hoof onto her withers.
“It’s ok Cadence, it’s all right…”
>Comforting the mare, you gently pat her fur for a few moments.
>Although you’d desperately like to continue this line of questioning, it’s becoming apparent that she doesn’t want to talk about Celestia.
>That, in turn, only makes you more nervous.
>Who is this new Empress?
>Did Nightmare Moon do something with Celestia?
>…
>Did she kill her?
>…
>As crazy as it seems, it’s always been in the back of your mind.
>Now, with Cadence’s story…
>You struggle to comprehend what this could mean for Equestria.
>What this could mean for Saddle Arabia.
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>Just as quickly, you think of Cadence, and the clear stress she’s under.
>Attempting to shift the conversation, you speak.
“Let’s talk about something else Cadence, ok?”
>She nods, and sniffles briefly.
>”Ye-yeah…”
>She takes a few moments to compose herself, and take a drink of her coffee.
>It gives you time to think.
>How long has it been since you’ve actually /talked/ with Cadence?
>It’s been years since you were both foals together, and beyond the occasional, all too diplomatic birthday and coronation anniversaries, you haven’t written each other.
>You’ve just been so busy, you can’t help but wonder how much she’s changed in your absence.
>How much you’ve changed...
>”Why didn’t your mare friend here? Aren’t you together?”
>The question snaps you from your thoughts, and places you at an awkward crossroads.
>Amira stayed in Saddle Arabia at your request, for her own safety.
>You weren’t sure what Equestia would be like, so you though it’d be best to travel alone.
>But saying that certainly wouldn’t help the situation, so instead, you tell a half-truth.
>Taking a small breathe you reply.
”My wife stayed in Saddle Arabia.”
“I thought it’d be best if I came alone for this first visit, seeing as she’s never travelled abroad before…”
>Her reply is brief.
>”Oh…”
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>You remove your hoof from her withers, before speaking.
”Enough about me Cadence…"
>Your pause.
>Exactly how much has changed?
>After a moment of painful hesitation, you ask /the/ question.
“Have you found yourself a colt?”
>Trying not to sound particularly intruding, you add an admittedly forced joke at the end.
“A mare like you should have no trouble finding herself a stallion…”
>Seemingly ignorant of your inner dialogue, she replies.
>”Shining Amor.”
>Your heart sinks.
>"He’s been at the Royal Guard Academy in Canterlot for the last few weeks, so I haven’t gotten a chance to seem him much recently.”
>It takes you a moment to digest this news.
>But why should it?
>You’re a /married/ stallion!
>You shouldn’t feel like this!
>You force a reply.
”A guardspony? I didn’t think you’d be a military mare Cadence, what changed?”
>She flashes a reserved smile.
>”I don’t know exactly, it’s just… he’s a really nice pony…”
>”He’s not royalty or anything like that - he’s just a good, honest stallion…”
>You smile, and force a lie from your lips.
>”That’s wonderful Cadence, I’m happy to hear that…”
>The thought of Cadence having a colt friend… bothers you.
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>Cadence has always been an attractive mare to say the least.
>After spending much of your foalhood in Canterlot, either during visits with your father, schooling, or summer reprieves, you’ve grown close to the mare.
>When you and Cadence were the same age, the two of you would always run around the Castle together, and cause all sorts of mischief.
>Making chalk drawings on the Castle Walls….
>Going swimming in the fountains…
>Raiding the Royal Kitchens…
>As the years past, and you both matured, you began to think of her in a different way.
>You first noticed just how pretty her mane was…
>How soft her fur felt…
>Then, your father fell ill.
>You were forced to return Saddle Arabia.
>Before you knew it, you were married.
>And she now, has a colt friend…
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>”I’m… I’m scared Haakim…”
>Her eyes begin to water noticeably, and she leans her head on your shoulder.
”Cadence?”
>”Ever since this whole thing started I haven’t gotten a letter from him… I’m worried…”
>You try to comfort her.
“He’s in training Cadence, I don’t think they let-“
>”The Entire Royal Guard disappeared Haakim!”
>You fall silent, stunned at the news.
>”When this started, all the guards in the palace disappeared! I… I’m not sure if…”
>The dam breaks, and she begins to cry.
>”Oh Haakim… I… what if he’s gone!…”
>Her head falls onto your shoulder, and she tears begin to sink into your coat.
>”I… I can’t… I- I just can’t…”
>You nuzzle her gently, trying to comfort her.
“It’s ok Cadence, I’m sure everything’s fine…”
>Your words sound insincere; forced.
>They are.
>If what she told you is correct, then you honestly aren’t sure if he’s ok.
>All of these ponies, just disappearing…
>Even Celestia, the most powerful pony in Equestria- just /vanished/…
>What has Nightmare Moon done to all of them?
>Who /is/ she?
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>Your thoughts are interrupted by a small touch on your neck.
>A kiss.
>Instantly, you react, drawing your body away from the touch.
“Cadence?”
>She opens her now tear soaked yes, and recoils.
>Almost stunned herself, she struggles to reply.
>”I… I….”
>” I’m sorry Haakim, I don’t know what came over me… I…”
“It’s ok Cadence… I just… wasn’t expecting that…”
>She shakes her head, as she begins to cry yet again.
>”No! It’s not ok! You’re a married stallion! I- have a colt friend! I shouldn’t have done that!”
>Letting her neck relax, she buries her head under her hooves.
>”I’m just so scared Haakim… I- I don’t know what’s going to happen to me…”
>Fear fills your heart.
“What do you mean Cadence? Has- has Nightmare Moon threatened you?!?
>You struggle to keep your voice low, so as not to be heard outside.
>But if this is true…
>”Don’t you see? I’m the only royalty left in Equestria!”
>”I’m the only other alicorn left!”
>Her wings frantically begin to twitch.
>"What if- oh Celestia, what if she kills me?”
“No!”
>You shout, too frantic to silence yourself.
”I’m not going to let that happen!”
>Quickly, you try to think of a way, /any/ way you can make that statement true.
“You can come back to Saddle Arabia with me! After these meetings-“
>”Do you think she’d let that happen!? She won’t even let me leave the palace!”
>She chokes over her words.
>”I’m… I’m going to die Haakim… She’s- she’s going to kill me…”
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>You shake your head.
“No- Cadence that’s not true…”
>You nuzzle her gently, and giver her a few minutes to calm down.
>Somehow, she manages to end the flow of tears, her eyes now red and bloodshot.
>”It’s- it’s funny… I always remember wanting to be the Princess of Saddle Arabia when I was a filly…”
>You tilt your head in confusion.
>She looks at you, and again places her head onto your shoulder, nuzzling it slightly.
>”I… I always thought you were such a gentlecolt , but I was too nervous to ask…”
>”Then your father got sick, and you left…”
>She kisses your shoulder softly, before nuzzling it again.
>You feel her tail weakly flick against your own.
>”Where did the years go Haakim?… Things should have been different…”
>Slowly, her soft kisses begin to trail up your neck.
>Your mind begins to race.
>This… this can’t be happening.
>This /isn’t/ happening.
“Cadence… I have a wife…”
>It’s all you can say.
>It’s all your body will /let/ you say.
>You’ve thought about Cadence for so many years…
>Amira doesn’t even cross your mind.
>Her kisses stop just beneath your ear, as her lips force it to twitch in response.
>”Please Haakim… be my Prince -  just for tonight,  let /me/ be your Princess…”
>She nuzzles your snout, and prompts you to turn your head, revealing her tail, which stands fulling erect behind her.
>Rotating your head, you make eye contact once again.
>”Please…”
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>Your mind blanks, and the immense, almost overwhelming smell of her desire fills your nose.
>You… you need it.
>Instinctively, you raise your body slightly, and move over on top of Cadence, mounting her tender form.
>Your stallionhood, quickly begins to fill with vigor, as your body settles onto Cadence, forcing air from her body in a low, soft moan.
>All too excited, you begin to grind against her back, humping her body as you bide time for your length to fully harden.
>”Ha-Haakim… please… I want this so bad…”
>Your mind is filled with images and emotions.
>You’re- you’re finally going to have Cadence… after so long… after so many fantasies…
>But Amira…
>Stretching her neck upwards, she manages to places a kiss onto the bottom of your chin, which prompts you to look downward, and return the gesture.
>You begin the feel the temperature of your body rise, as an almost physical heat radiates from your stallionhood.
>You- you don’t care about Amira right now.
>You have Cadence, the mare of your colthood fantasies, underneath you, /begging/ for you to rut her.
>After a few more long, painfully dry thrust against her back, you’re finally ready.
>Lifting yourself, you position stallion hood at her entrance.
“Cadence…”
>”Haakim…”
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>She kisses your neck a few times again, before lowering her head onto the bed, planting her snout against the bedding.
>”I want to to be your mare…”
>With pure, masculine force, you thrust yourself into the mare.
>Just as quickly, you feel something break.
>She squeals, causing you to stop.
>Was she-
“Cadence- are- are you-“
>”She nods her head quickly, her eyes forced shut in pain.
>”I- I wanted my first time to be with you Haakim… I’m sorry…”
>You body struggles against your mind, telling you to keep going- to ravenge her body.
>But clearly, the mare before you can’t take that.
>Deciding to reach an internal compromise, you continue your gentle thrust, while nuzzling her neck.
>She squeals weakly each time you hilt yourself, as she tries to maintain her composure.
>”I- I want this Haakim… don’t- please don’t stop…”
>Planting a kiss behind her ear, you continue, with increasing impatience.
>”Do- do whatever you want to me, please, just love me- just for tonight…"
>Those simple words set you free.
>/Do whatever you want./
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>Immediately, you reach down, and bite her mane, before pulling it back.
>With all of the energy you can muster, you take one, deep, strong thrust into the mare.
>She screams in response, and jumps up toward your chest.
>You don’t stop.
>Each time you penetrate the mare, she makes some tempting, arousing noise.
>A moan - a cry - a grunt.
>Her hips fit perfectly underneath you own, and each thrust you can feel her now sweat soaked fur brush against you stomach.
>You /need/ her.
>Her marehood wraps perfectly around your length, providing pure ecstasy as reward for your efforts.
>”H-h-haakim…”
>She stutters as she speaks, her words broken by your force.
>”P-Please- Inside-… please….”
>All you can manage to do is grunt in reply.
>While the thought of Amira briefly crosses your mind, your lust quickly dispels it.
>You’re the Prince of Saddle Arabia…
>But she’s an /Equestrian/ Princess…
>You’ve thought about her since you were a colt…
>/She’s/ the mare you want to bear your foal, not Amira…
>”I… I won’t tell anyone… please… I just- AHH… to remember you…”
“I - I’m going to - inside….”
>You feel yourself getting close.
>Each thrust brings you closer to your edge.
>Her marehood is practically sucking you in, it’s lips clamping onto your stallionhood, hoping to lure your seed.
>It does.
>With one final, deep thrust, you push yourself deep into her womb, and pump her full of your essence.
>She screams, and her wings flare wide, as you can /feel/ her body milking you for your worth.
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>Finished, you collapse, your stallionhood still planted deep in her body, ensuring the deed has been done.
>Both you and Cadence struggle to regain your breathes.
>You lay gentle kisses upon her neck, up the ridge of her mane.
>Her wings lay spread and deflated on either side of your body, preventing you from dismounting safely.
>A problem that you’ve never fully considered before.
>As you finally gain the energy to speak, you open your mouth.
>”Cadence, could you-“
>”Haakim.”
>The tone in her voice is much more firm than your own, causing you to pause.
>”Tomorrow- at the meeting, don’t mention what happened tonight. ”
>”I… I want this to be special between us… I don’t want this to be used by- by /her/… ok?"
>You think for a moment, before responding.
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“Sure…”
>”Promise me.”
>She’s firm in her reply.
>”Promise me you won’t try to save me. Promise me you won’t do anything stupid tomorrow…”
>That forces a much longer, more thoughtful delay.
“Cadence, I’m not just going to let her keep you-“
>”She controls Equestria Haakim!”
>”She controls the most powerful nation in this realm! You- you can’t negotiate with her!”
“Cadence, I can’t just leave you here! I have ponies I need to protect.”
>”Then protect them! Just… just don’t- don’t make her angry…”
>”She’s… she’s not the type of pony you want to anger…”
>As much as you hate to admit it, she has a point.
>While Saddle Arabia is certainly a regional power, it’s simply not capable of contesting Equestria.
>From what little time you’ve spent around Nightmare Moon, she doesn’t seem to be nearly as forgivingas Celestia.
>”Please Haakim… give her whatever she wants- just don’t do anything foolish… don’t try to save Equestria…”
>She nuzzles you.
>”Promise me…”
>You take a breath.
>You’re going to leave Cadence here; trapped in this Castle…
>Everything about it seems wrong.
>But there’re no other options.
“I- I promise.”
>She folds her wings in, allowing you to slowly withdraw from her marehood, and dismount.
>”Thank you...”
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>You are Anonymous.
>You find yourself outside of the Diplomatic chambers of /Crown Prince Haakim/ from Saddle Arabia.
>You’re leaning against a wall, running your fingers casually through Nightmare’s mane.
>As much as you hate to admit it, her -hair? - is extremely entertaining to play with.
“Exactly how long is this supposed to take again?”
>She snorts softly.
>”Be patient Troll, you shall see the fruits of our plan soon enough.”
>On queue, the door to the Diplomat’s chambers swing open, revealing a pony who looks exactly like Cadence.
>Quietly, door closes behind her, and she slowly walks the short distance toward Nightmare Moon.
>Deciding it’s best not to appear lazy, push yourself off of the wall, and take a position standing beside Nightmare Moon.
>”Have you performed the deed Dung Beetle?”
>A burst of green flames covers the creature’s body, and where once stood a copy of Princess Cadence, now stands Chrysalis.
>”Of course… your Majesty…”
>Not satisfied, Nightmare Moon speaks.
>”Turn around, we wish to see evidence of your actions.”
>Lowering her head, Chrysalis slowly turns around, and raises her tail.
>Semen from the stallion slowly drips onto the ground, and crust her already filthy tail.
>Nightmare Moon laughs, and puffs out her chest, before turning to you.
>”You see Troll? We have turned the proud /Queen/ of the Changelings into a cheap- neigh- a /free/ whorse!”
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>You cringe.
>How can Haakim not here that laugh?
>It’s so loud!"
>You shrug, and concede that you’ll never understand the magic that Nightmare Moon has at her disposal.
"I guess it’s fitting. Her entire species practically /lives/ off of prostitution after all."
>Chrysalis quickly lowers her tail, and turns around to face you.
>Nightmare Moon laughs even louder at your joke.
>”Tis true! Her entire breed is nothing more than cheap relief for low blood stallions!”
>”You said I could see my one of hive…”
>Chrysalis, kill joy she is, interrupts.
>”You said I could see one of my Changelings if I did… that…”
>Nightmare Moon smiles softly, before nodding.
>”Indeed we need.”
>Turning slightly, she gestures with her head, instructing the Night Guard at the end of the hallway to advance.
>After a few moments, he nears, and stands between yourself and Nightmare Moon.
>”You may reveal yourself Dark Room.”
>Without moving, the Changeling drops his guard facade.
>Instantly, Chrysalis reacts, and becomes noticeably more energetic, her /wings/ fluttering ever so slightly.
>”Dark Room! Your Queen is pleased to see-“
>Without warning, Chrysalis collapses onto the ground, forced by Nightmare Moon’s magic.
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>”Do not use such improper titles /Beetle/ address yourself properly before your swarm  and Empress.”
>With her eyes forced shut, and tears beginning to form, Chrysalis once again, attempts to speak.
>”Dark Room… your… Dung Beetle… is pleased to see you….”
>While it’s readily apparent that she’s ashamed of the title, you can tell she’s willing to use it, if it means speaking with her swarm.
>It’s an oddly noble gesture for the once boisterous, rude pony.
>”The hive is being well taken care of my Dung Beetle.”
>Chrysalis cringes at the words, but attempts to continue.
>You smile.
>It always surprised you just how mindless obedient some changelings could be.
>While Dark Room certainly wasn’t your average drone, he didn’t even take pause at calling his former Queen a Dung Beetle.
>Looking down once again, you notice Chrysalis' nostrils flair a few times, perhaps trying to sniff something.
>”I… thank you… Empress… ”
>Nightmare Moon interrupts.
>”We are a mare of our word little Beetle, you would do well to remember that.
>Chrysalis, visibly defeated, speaks.
>”Yes your Majesty.”
>Satisfied, Nightmare Moon nods.
>”Very Well Dark Room, you may return to your position- we shall summon you again once we require your assistance.”
>With hesitation, the creature pivots, and walks down the hallway.
>Chrysalis’ eyes sadden at as she watches her kin walk away from her.'
>As Dark Room finally rounds the corner, Nightmare Moon speaks.
>”Clean up after yourself Beetle, do not sully our floors with your filth."
>She points toward the semen which has leaked from Chrysalis’ used body.
>With depressing slowness, she pony licks the cold stone with her tongue, wiping clean any evidence of her mess.
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>One completed, she slowly rights herself, and stands once again.
>You can’t help but notice that, even free from her bondage, she doesn’t dare stand fully erect.
>Instead, her head hangs slightly below Nightmare’s, a clear sign of submission.
>You must admit, seeing Nightmare’s work on Chrysalis progress has been interesting.
>While you certainly questioned her methods on a number of occasions, the result standing before you speaks for itself.
>”We trust you know what is due?”
>Slowly, Chrysalis nods.
>Both of their horns glow softly for a moment, before falling dark once again.
>Apparently satisfied, Nightmare Moon nods.
>”You’ve done well Chrysalis, I shall ensure your swarm is safe within our lands.”
>For a brief moment, the bug makes eye contact with both you and Nightmare Moon, clearly attempting to verify your promise as best she can.
>Her wings twitch, and she opens her mouth slightly.
>”Thank you, my Empress…”
>Nightmare Moon narrows her eyes.
>”We expect your first brood for the Crown to be satisfactory; do /not/ fail us.
>In an instant, her body is covered in a dark, starry mist.
>Then- she’s gone.