Musical humming echoed around Carousel Boutique, mixing with the sounds of clinking silverware as Rarity set the table for lunch. She wanted everything to be perfect when her little assistant came back.

Her azure magic carefully placed two sets of plates and assorted cutlery, everything perfectly aligned. She gave the salad bowl a gentle toss, mixing the French dressing and chopped radishes with the lettuce, adding just a pinch of salt to the mix. She sashayed her way to the oven, swaying her hips to the tune of her little song, and removed a large plate of hay fries from the heat. She made a face: she wasn’t fond of this greasy dish, but it wasn't for her.

As a finishing touch, she put a bowl of her finest emeralds on the table, and gave the tasty spread one last critical look.

“Perfect.” She nodded. She turned to her clock, smiling gently. “Spike should be back soon. The poor dear ran out in such a hurry…” She trotted into her personal lounge, picking up a few discarded strips of cloth, then she slipped into her front room, where she eyed her display ponyquins with a critical gaze. “Humph, I hope he does come back, I really need his help for this new lineup…”

Just then the doorbell rang, the musical chime making her tittered softly.

“Speak of the dragon!” She pranced to the front door, calling with her melodic voice, “Comiiiing!”

She put on her best smile, humming her happy little song, she opened the door… and everything fell apart. Instead of the cute little dragon Rarity was expecting, there stood the tall, dark, beautiful creature who had plagued her most indecent dreams for the last couple of nights.

Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings, in all her terrible glory. The changeling stared at her with a look that could only be described as flirtatious, dangerous fangs glinting from a lecherous smirk. Rarity felt her fur stand on end, a jolt traveling down her spine. Her heart skipped a beat as she imagined those fangs closing on her throat, and she almost lost herself in those deadly emerald eyes…

Rarity shook her head. She barely managed to keep her shameful reaction hidden, but it was a close thing. Fighting to keep her tail down, Rarity narrowed her eyes, and graced the changeling with a disdainful scowl.

“Oh, it’s you.” Rarity spat, as if speaking to a nasty pimple she couldn’t wait to get rid of. “What are you doing here?” She prepared a few choice insults, wondering if she should go with subtle scorn, or overt dislike. Anything to tell her in no uncertain words that she is not welcome in my boutique. She had just chosen her next barb when a little voice derailed her thoughts.

“Hi Rarity!” Rarity blinked. Had Chrysalis just spoken with Spike’s voice… without moving her lips? “Sorry I had to bail on you like that…”

Wait a second… Rarity leaned to the side, and was astonished to find the little dragon riding on Chrysalis’ back, just like he usually did with Twilight. And he seemed all too happy about it, waving at her with a big grin. What in the world? She quickly swallowed the nasty insults she was preparing, and forced a smile on her lips.

“Spike, dearie, I was starting to fear you wouldn’t come back!” Her horn flared, and before Chrysalis could say anything she levitated the little dragon to the ground, ushering him inside. “Come in, come in, I just made lunch for us!” She practically pulled Spike into her boutique, all the while wondering how she could politely tell the changeling to take a hike. She didn’t want to be rude in front of Spike, but she had no desire to invite Chrysalis inside…

“Thanks Rarity!” Spike said brightly. He then turned to the changeling, and waved her in with a big innocent grin. “Come in Chrysalis, I’ll show you around!”

Drat! Rarity cringed internally. She eyed the changeling, and she had to restrain herself from slamming the door on Chrysalis’ smug muzzle. She shot Spike a quick look —confusion was starting to appear on his smiling face— and she resigned herself. Sighing, she opened the door wide, allowing the changeling into her home.

“Why, thank you for your kind hospitality, Rarity.” Chrysalis purred as she stepped inside. The changeling’s strange resonating voice made Rarity shiver. Not in fear, no, something a lot more carnal made her insides stir. But she didn’t let her resolutely neutral expression slip. “Sorry for the intrusion.”

No, you are not. Rarity grumbled internally as she closed her front door. She watched warily as the changeling sauntered into her main show room, her hips rolling with practiced motions, like a model on a walkway. Her shining black carapace caught the light just right, it was just like polished late- No! Get your mind out of the gutter Rarity! She scolded herself.

Rarity made sure her sign read ‘closed’, and she followed her impromptu visitor. Spike was showing off her creations, the adorable little dragon praising her talent and lauding the quality of her work. Spike had learned the trade of salesmanship quite well, Rarity had to admit, but this was one customer she would not mind to never see return. Chrysalis listened attentively and asked a few questions, seeming interested, much to the delight of the babbling dragon. He was such a good little assistant. He obviously enjoyed a captive audience… but Rarity wasn’t fooled.

I can see through your charade. Rarity narrowed her eyes, willing her thoughts to reach the changeling. You are not here for dresses, and you don’t care about my stitching work. I don’t know why you are here, but you’ll leave empty hooved. Chrysalis’ eyes flicked to her, as if reading her angry thoughts, and a little smirk flashed on the changeling’s muzzle, letting one of her fangs glint dangerously. Rarity felt a tingle running down her spine. Oh goodness… Those teeth… Get a hold of yourself Rarity…” She looked over her shoulder, noting her raising tail, and she eyed her front door with a hint of despair.

Twilight, where are you?

Twilight flew over Canterlot in a hasty lavender streak, her eyes riveted on the Castle just ahead. Once she passed the castle walls she began to see commotion beneath: servants and guards were running everywhere, going in circles, crashing into one-another, like an army of headless chickens. This always happened when something happened to the princess, and the tense energy in the air didn’t help Twilight’s nerves.

She angled her frantic flight towards the highest tower, making a beeline for the Princess’ bedroom balcony. She could see somepony on it, and she sped up when she recognized the ethereal mane of Princess Luna, the alicorn apparently waiting for her on the platform. She landed just a tad brusquely, stumbling clumsily as her hooves met smooth marble, and she slid to a halt in front of a frowning Luna.

“Princess Luna!” Twilight said breathlessly. She had not spared herself on the way over, and she could feel sweat running down her sides. “I came as fast as I could!” She leaned around Luna, trying to slip past the alicorn. “How is she…” Luna’s wing shot open, blocking her path.

“Twilight Sparkle, a moment please.” Luna said, her eyes narrowed. “Before I permit you to see my sister, I would like to make sure you truly are yourself.”

Twilight was taken aback, but quickly nodded, her hooves fidgeting in impatience. She just wanted to see Princess Celestia.

Luna’s horn shone brightly, and Twilight felt the expected changeling revealing spell wash over her… followed by a scrying spell against magical mind control. Then a third spell to detect evil twins. Then another, and another… Twilight was blasted with a whole battery of spells, Luna’s eyebrows furrowed more and more as each of them returned negative, as if she was hoping Twilight really was not herself.

“Hmmm, Luna?” Twilight shrugged off the ‘evil-spirit-possession detection’ spell, and Luna seemed to be preparing to cast yet another. “What’s going on?”

Luna grunted, her tongue sticking out as she fired spell after spell. “Just making sure-”

“Is that my little Twilight I hear?”

Luna was bodily shoved aside by a burst of golden magic. She hit the railing head first, shattering stone into dust, Twilight watching in horror as the alicorn was thrown off the balcony. Before she could dive after Luna, Twilight gave a squeak as something soft smashed into her. Everything went pink.

She was taken into a bone crushing hug, her legs flailing uselessly as she was rocked from side to side like a baby. The mystery pony nuzzled her mane affectionately, a familiar perfume tickling Twilight’s nose… a perfume that reminded her of summer…

“Prinfeff Feleftia?” Twilight mumbled in confusion.

“Oooh, listen to her, she’s speaking so well for her age!” A slightly hysterical voice cooed above her. Twilight gasped as she was finally released from the forceful hug, and her eyes widened as she finally saw the state of her old mentor.

Celestia was wearing a ridiculous pink fluffy bathrobe, something Twilight distinctly remembered gifting the princess when she was but a small filly; the princess had used it once to make her happy, before putting it away. The alicorn’s hooves sported mismatched slippers, all in different states of disrepair, and her frazzled mane was covered in hair curlers. A demented grin and a pair of wide, crazed eyes completed the disaster that was Princess Celestia.

There was no beating around the bush. Celestia looked like she had gone completely mad.

“Princess, what the hay…”

Princess Celestia gasped, taking a step back. “Language!” Her horn flared up, and Twilight squeaked as the princess gently pulled on her ear, tsking at her. She was dragged into the room, where Celestia shot her a stern motherly glare. “I didn’t raise you to be such a potty mouth, Sunset, for shame!”

“Sunset?” Twilight struggled against her mentor’s magic. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understa- Eeep!”

“No need to apologize Twilight, I’m not mad.” Celestia cooed, hugging Twilight to her chest again, “You are such a smart little filly, I’m sure you’ll learn not to wet your bed soon enough.”

“Princess!” Twilight squeaked, her cheeks reddening. “Please, you’re not well…”

“Oh no, you’re right! We’re late for the ball!” Celestia gasped, looking around frantically, hair curlers flying everywhere. “Aurora, go fetch mommy’s crown!”

“Aurora? Who’s-”

“Wait, I completely forgot about my sister’s birthday!” Celestia cried out, her eyes wide. She let go of Twilight and ran to her closet, leaving a trail of hair curlers in her wake. “It’s Lulu’s tenth anniversary, she’ll never forgive me if I don’t get her a present!”

Twilight looked in complete confusion as Celestia rummaged through her clothes, mumbling incoherently as she threw everything over her shoulders. Twilight blushed as a pair of black fishnet stockings flew through the air, and she averted her eyes when a pair of lacy red panties followed. Twilight let Celestia dig through what was apparently her lingerie collection, and she quickly galloped to the balcony, hoping Luna wasn’t hurt. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Luna landing on the edge, a respectable bump growing on her noggin.

“Princess Luna, are you okay?” Twilight ran to Luna’s side, supporting the alicorn just in case. “That was a nasty blow, maybe we should get you to the infirmary…”

“Nay, I am well enough.” Luna grunted, massaging her head. “It’s my sister I worry about.”

“What happened to her…” Twilight looked into the room, watching as Celestia kept digging in her closet, a frilly sock draped over her horn. “I’ve never seen her like this… What could possibly do this to her?”

Luna gave her a strange look, as if putting the pieces of a puzzle together. “Pray tell… have you sent my sister a letter since the wedding?”

“No…” Twilight mumbled, distracted by the sight of Celestia rolling around on a pile of racy lingerie. “I haven’t… I’m working on a full report about Chrysalis, but it’s not ready yet.”

“Oh, thank the Moon…” Luna breathed, holding her chest. “It was your horn-writing, so I assumed…”

“Oh no wait, I have!” Twilight perked up, remembering the official report she had sent in the morning. “Sorry, it completely slipped my mind.”

Luna slowly turned to look at Twilight, an expression of complete shock on her face. “Y-you did? You really sent that thing?”

Twilight nodded, too busy watching Celestia run around her room while spouting gibberish to focus on Luna. She didn’t understand why a report on Equestria’s national budget would bring such a reaction. Usually most ponies just fell asleep when reading those…

“I-I’m sorry Twilight Sparkle, but I would have thought you would be the last pony to have an interest in such… matters…”

“No, no, I love it.” Twilight said absently. Celestia was now flapping her wings, shouting let’s fly to the castle! over and over again for some reason. “It’s fun, as long as you don’t get intimidated. It IS a lot to take in, but it’s worth it.”

“Y-you don’t say…” Luna carefully slipped away from Twilight, her shocked look morphing into something that looked almost like… respect? “I-I just assumed Chrysalis would make it… unpleasant for you…”

“Well, she made concentrating on writing the letter difficult, that’s for sure.” Twilight grunted, remembering the constant badgering for her to eat. “She’s been riding my back all morning actually, trying to stuff me like a cupcake. Don’t get me wrong, it’s delicious, but I’ve never felt so full in my life.”

“S-stuff you like a c-cupcake? F-for you of all ponies, to talk so candidly about such things…” Luna mumbled, stunned. “Times really have changed… I can’t believe… Delicious?”

“She knows her stuff, yes. You can come over to the castle to try some if you want.” Twilight offered offhandedly. “I’m sure Chrysalis won’t mind, we already shared with Applejack.”

Luna shot her a startled look, her cheeks a deep crimson, but before she could give an answer Twilight was surrounded by a nimbus of golden magic. The young princess gave a squeak as she was yanked into the room, Celestia taking her into a bear hug once more.

“Cadance, there you are, you naughty filly!” Celestia exclaimed happily. “I thought I was going to have to start the tea party without you!”

“Mfft!”

Celestia sniffed at the struggling alicorn, and she scrunched her muzzle. “Have you been running around the gardens all day? You’re covered in sweat!” She started to drag Twilight towards the bathroom, ignoring her protests. “I’ve told you a hundred times Sunset, don’t go outside the castle without an escort, you are too young to be around on your own. Now come on, I’ll give you a shower.”

“What? No! Celestia wait!”

“Now, now, don’t be fussy Aurora, I’ll feed you after your bath.” Celestia gave a motherly smile, entering the royal bathroom with a struggling Twilight in tow. “I can’t have you nursing on me when you are so filthy…”

“Nursing?” Twilight’s eyes went wide. “Princess Luna help me!” She looked towards the balcony, but the Night Princess was nowhere to be seen. “Help!” She hooked her hooves around the bathroom door, fighting against the golden magic. “HELP!”

“Oh, I really spoil you too much… Fine, you can have some right now, but no biting! I know your gums are itching from your first teething, but mommy has sensitive nipples.”

“NOOOOO!”

Twilight’s hooves slipped, and she was slowly dragged into the bathroom, her hooves sliding on the marble floor like something out of a horror movie. She managed to call for help one last time, and the door slammed shut on her, leaving Twilight at the mercy of the deranged motherly alicorn.

“Milk?”

“Yes, please.”

Rarity carefully poured a dose of creamy milk into a steaming cup of tea, and she handed the saucer to her impromptu visitor. Chrysalis inclined her head graciously as she accepted the drink, her green magic gently stirring her tea with a silver spoon. The changeling was lounging on Rarity’s fainting couch, stretching like a cat. It was the only chair that even fit the large changeling, and Rarity had to admit that the vivid red cushioning highlighted Chrysalis’ glossy carapace quite fetchingly.

A crimson and black dress would look fabulous on her…

No, stop it! Rarity chided herself. She’s not a model to be gawked at. It doesn’t matter if her body has that gorgeous tint to it, or if she has near perfect proportions. And I shouldn’t care about her exquisite facial features… Rarity batted her hooves over her head, as if trying to physically chase her thoughts away.

Chrysalis chuckled, taking a sip of her tea to hide her amused smirk. “I should thank you for the meal.” She purred, her tail flicking teasingly. “The food was excellent,” she winked at the unicorn, “as was the view. You seem to have indulged on the latter as well…”

Rarity’s eyes twitched. She wanted to give the changeling a piece of her mind, but she couldn’t. Her gaze flicked to the little dragon sitting next to her, Spike watching them talk with a large innocent smile. Sighing, Rarity poured a cup for her little assistant, putting three sugar cubes into it, just as he liked it. She then placed two chocolate cookies on the saucer, levitating it towards the little dragon. Spike licked his lips, but before he could take the saucer a green aura overpowered Rarity’s magic.

“Ah-ah, no baked treats for you.” Chrysalis tutted, levitating the cookies back into their jar. “You’ve had enough for today.”

“Aww, come on!” Spike pouted, turning an imploring gaze to the changeling. “Just one?”

“No.” Chrysalis narrowed her eyes, and the dragon slumped on his chair, grumbling.

“No fair.”

“You’ll get more when you get home. Now sit up straight.”

“Fiiiine.”

Rarity watched the exchange carefully, her brow furrowing.

It had been over an hour since Chrysalis had managed to get herself invited for lunch, and she had been everything Rarity had expected. Fake, duplicitous, manipulative... and a downright shameless tease. Rarity had met horny teens with a hundred times more subtlety when it came to flirting. Chrysalis was so blatant she might as well be carrying a sign with “Let’s bang” written on it, in shiny neon lights.

But, strangely enough, Chrysalis was also restrained, in a way. She used double entendre and expressions that went right over Spike’s head, leaving the dragon completely unaware of the shameless flirting happening right under his nose. Rarity had thought it was merely part of her game, but she had caught the changeling eyeing Spike, as if to make sure he remained in the dark.

And there was more. Since Chrysalis had arrived, Rarity had noted that the changeling lost all her sly mannerism when interacting with Spike. She became more direct, stern. She had first noticed when the dragon had started to gorge himself on hay-fries, and the changeling had told him off. It was strange to say, but in a way, Chrysalis acted almost… motherly.

Rarity snorted out loud, amused by the ridiculous thought. Chrysalis’ eyes were instantly on her, the changeling’s lecherous grin returning.

“So,” Chrysalis said softly, “when can I come back for a private fitting.” She waggled her eyebrows. “I’m sure you could reserve an evening for me... or a night… a day or two… We’ll see how long our session goes for.”

“Darling, don’t be silly.” Rarity smiled back, twirling her spoon in the air. “I’m sure we would be finished in a few minutes at most.”

“Is that how long it lasts with your usual pony clients?” Chrysalis smirked, showing off her fangs. “I’m not surprised, you look deliciously… professional.”

“I have some skill with a needle and a thread, yes.” Rarity sipped her tea, her disdainful eyes never leaving the changeling. “Though I wasn’t always so discerning, and I often slipped up when I was younger.” She narrowed her eyes. “I know all about small tiny little pricks, and how to avoid them.”

“There is nothing small or tiny about me.” Chrysalis purred, obviously enjoying the exchange. “I believe your friend Rainbow Dash might have told you about my dimensions?”

“That pony has a knack for tall tales.” Rarity said dismissively, stirring her tea. “She’s easily impressed.”

“True.” Chrysalis nodded, her eyes narrowing playfully. “I trust you prefer to take your own measurements.”

“I would rather not strain my eyes.” Rarity said daintily. She took a deep swig of her warm tea, satisfied she had gotten the last word.

“Wow,” Spike said, his eyes flicking between the two of them, “you two really like each other, huh?”

“PFFFT!” Rarity gagged and spat her tea in a theatrical spit-take. On one hand she regretted the stains she would have to clean up later, on the other she was very satisfied by the angry expression on Chrysalis’ tea-covered face. Rarity coughed, then turned on Spike. “What *cough* what makes you say that?”

“I dunno, you’ve been talking a lot, and you keep smiling.” He shrugged “Kinda reminds me when you’re with Applejack- “

“Spike, darling,” Rarity interrupted through gritted teeth, “be a dear and go fetch the roll of paper towels.” She nodded to Chrysalis, the changeling’s muzzle dripping with tea and spittle. “Our poor friend needs a cleanup.”

“Can do!”

The little dragon jumped to his feet and quickly waddled away to the kitchen door. As soon as he was out of earshot Rarity leaned forward, and she hissed under her breath.

“Alright, what do you want?”

“Paper towels.” Chrysalis deadpanned, her furrowed brow dripping with tea.

“Oh please, I’m sure you’ve had much worse facials.” Rarity snarked. “Now, out with it. What. Do. You. Want.”

Chrysalis’ smirk quickly came back, and she extended her tongue to lap at her dripping lips. “You know what I want, darling.”

“Not exactly the subtle type, hmm?” Rarity scoffed, reclining back. She hid the thrill of excitement at the sight of that long, fat, slimy tongue, her heart skipping a beat when it ran over one of those wicked, beautiful fangs. She shoved these thoughts away, and shot the changeling a disdainful look. “I expected better from the Queen of the Changelings.”

“Why would a hunter lose its time being cunning, when the prey wants to be devoured.” Chrysalis purred. “I would rather rush to snatch an offered treat, rather than wait for another to take it first…”

Rarity frowned, a few choice words rising to her lips. It figured the changeling could feel her conflicted emotions. She had to be careful about how she handled Chrysalis, lest she be lured into her game…

“Rarity, I can’t find them!” Spike shouted, interrupting her thoughts.

“In the pantry, look in the back.” Rarity called back. “Now where were we…”

“Let me guess,” Chrysalis chuckled. “, there are no paper towels.”

“Oh no, there are.” Rarity poured herself another cup, and she took a sip. “They are in the top cupboard, on top of the sink.”

A strange expression appeared on Chrysalis’ face, but it was quickly hidden beneath her usual smirk. Still Rarity was sure of it: she had seen a flash of irritation in the changeling’s eyes. Interesting…

“How mean,” The changeling cackled, “to make a fool of that little dragon- “

“Oh, I’ve done much worse to him.” Rarity said nonchalantly, looking at her hooves critically. “Spike isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he has his uses. He can take a lot of abuse, and he’s so willing to help. A perfect little laborer.”

Rarity took another sip, and she shot a furtive look at Chrysalis, gauging her reaction. The changeling’s pupils had narrowed to fine slits, and the corners of her mouth were twitching down. The reaction was too genuine to be rehearsed, Rarity was sure of it. She hid her surprise, and went on with her lies, internally sending her apologies to the little dragon. Sorry Spikey-wikey, I’m only saying this to see how she reacts.

“I think he has a crush on me, poor deluded soul.” Rarity giggled, as if finding the very idea ridiculous. “Of course, such sentiments are easily exploited, and he does everything I ask. I just need to flutter my eyelashes, and he will move mountains for me. It’s quite pathetic really.” Rarity felt dirty for uttering such lies, but the changeling still needed one last push. “Did you know I use him as a pin cushion? He says it doesn’t hurt, but I think he’s just being brave to impress m-”

“Enough.” Chrysalis growled, her tone acidic and cold.

For the first time since the changeling had arrived Rarity felt a thrill of real fear, confronted with the infuriated changeling. Chrysalis bared her fangs with no hint of playfulness, green venom dripping from the sharp points. Rarity felt her fur stand on end, her flight instincts running amok, telling her to run, telling her she was in terrible danger… and she couldn’t stop a drop of arousal from streaking down her thigh. She and Chrysalis remained locked in a staring match, a few more drips soaking up her tail.

After a few more minutes Chrysalis took a deep breath, her feral expression softening. She gave Rarity an appreciative glance. “You are a good liar.” She said, her tone reluctantly respectful. “I’m impressed, you almost fooled me.”

Rarity tittered haughtily. She took a sip of her tea, then shot the changeling a teasing look. “Almost?” She hid her racing heart and swollen folds under a mask of aloofness, even if the changeling could probably see right through it. It was a question of principles.

“Why yes. Almost.” Chrysalis smiled wolfishly. “You are alive, aren’t you?”

Oh heavens… Rarity had to bite her lips to keep an excited squeal from escaping, hidden behind her tea-cup. But she could do nothing to hide the gush that escaped from under her tail. Oh Rarity, you are such a hopeless girl…

“Hmmm, I knew it.” Chrysalis purred, sniffing the air long and deep. “I knew I recognized that scent when we met at Twilight’s Castle. The delicious blend of latex, leather and metal.” She narrowed her eyes, smirking toothily. “The smell of one who enjoys pain, tight knots, and leashes.”

Rarity kept her cool, despite her flowing nethers. She threw her mane back, and leveled a flat stare at her guest. “The term is BDSM, and I do dabble in the practice from time to time, yes.”

“Do you like my carapace because it reminds you of a latex suit?” Chrysalis teased, knowing the answer. “Is that why you have been drooling over me?”

“Maybe.” Rarity sniffed with affected indifference, but there was a hint of caution in her voice as she continued. “I would prefer if this information didn’t reach my friends. They wouldn’t understand.”

Chrysalis smirked evilly, and Rarity felt her heart drop. Figures. The changeling was going to humiliate her for this, she just knew it. Her reputation would be in shambles, the tabloids would have a field day, her career was over and…

“Here you go!” Spike barged into the room, a roll of paper towels in his claws. Rarity quickly pressed her tail to her dripping intimacy, trying to hide her leaking arousal as best she could. “I had to stack a bunch of chairs to get to it but…”

The little dragon stopped, then he sniffed the air, his brow furrowing. Rarity wished for the sweet release of death as she watched Spike inhale her shameful scent, burning embarrassment coloring her cheeks. She shot a look at Chrysalis, but the changeling only seemed amused by the scene; Rarity wouldn’t get any help from her. The little dragon gagged and made a face, his tongue sticking out.

“Eew, it’s that smell again!” Spike pinched his nose. “It’s the same stinky stuff that was all over the castle floor yesterday!”

Rarity’s eyes widened, and her gaze flicked to Chrysalis. The changeling chuckled, then mouthed the word “Twilight”, before winking at her. Oh my… Rarity gulped. So She and Twilight really have been… intimate.

“Spike, dearie,” Rarity started, wondering how she could salvage this, “that smell is-”

“Perfectly natural.” Chrysalis interrupted. Rarity stared at the changeling with wide, imploring eyes, but Chrysalis only smirked back. “If you want to know, that scent is coming from…”

Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t… Rarity implored, shaking her head at the changeling. But Chrysalis was anything but merciful, and her perforated hoof slowly raised to point directly at the unicorn. Rarity closed her eyes. I’m done…

“Me.” Rarity’s eyes shot open, staring at Chrysalis in surprise. The changeling winked furtively at her, her hoof now pointing at herself, then turned to a pouting Spike. “After Rarity spat on my face I might have tried to lick my muzzle clean, and, well.”

Chrysalis extended her tongue, showing off just how long and thick it really was. Oh my… Rarity gulped, and the musky scent intensified. Chrysalis wiggled her tongue around, her oozing saliva dripping everywhere, taking credit for the smell.

“Shee?” Chrysalis mumbled around her tongue. “Itsh only my shaliva."

Spike watched the organ with wide eyes. “Wow… that’s so… cool!” He jumped on his little feet. “I can do that too!” Spike stuck out his own forked tongue, and he started to pull on it like a magician on a rope. “Look!”

Chrysalis chuckled, swallowing her tongue in one long slurp. “I can see little one, that’s very impressive.”

“I can do tricks!”

“Oh? Show me, I’m watching.”

Rarity reclined on her chair with a relieved breath, her heart slowing down from its wild gallop. She watched idly as Spike demonstrated his own freakishly long tongue, jumping rope and curling it around his body. Chrysalis clapped her hooves and praised the little drake, Spike glowing with pride. Ponies were usually weirded out by his draconic tongue, and he seemed to feed on Chrysalis’ encouraging words.

Once again, the changeling completely dropped her snarky attitude with Spike, and that reaction when Rarity had pretended to abuse the little dragon’s helpful nature… Why was Chrysalis acting like that? Why would she care for Spike? Just-

“-why?” Rarity didn’t realize she had spoken out loud until Chrysalis shot her a look.

They stared at one another for a few heartbeats, then Rarity’s eyes flicked to Spike, the little dragon currently rolling on the ground, entangled in his own tongue. Chrysalis followed her gaze, her eyes softened, a pensive expression on her muzzle. The changeling hesitated, then she opened her muzzle, taking a steadying breath before answering.

Rarity expected lies, maybe some grand story about Chrysalis having learned the errors of her ways, being a nice changeling deep down inside, being misunderstood, anything to get Rarity to drop her guard…

“I don’t know.” Chrysalis said softly, only for Rarity’s ears. The changeling’s eyes were deeply conflicted, and Rarity was sure this was no act. “I don’t know.” Chrysalis repeated, her brow furrowing.

Rarity remained still, captivated by the confusion in Chrysalis’ eyes. She couldn’t be certain this wasn’t an act, but something told her the changeling really was telling the truth. A contemplative silence fell between them, only interrupted by the grunts of the struggling little dragon.

Rarity now had a choice: trust the changeling and try to understand her better, or show her the door. She thought of Twilight. She thought about her friend and how adamant the alicorn had been when telling them Chrysalis could be reformed. Her friend Twilight, who had gone as far as marry this monster, just to give Chrysalis a chance. One chance, that’s all Twilight had asked from them…

Rarity cleared her throat, and decided to throw the changeling a tentative olive branch.

“So, tell me,” Rarity began, pouring herself a new cup of tea, putting on a mask of mild interest, “have any of my designs struck your fancy?”

Chrysalis seemed to wake up from whatever thoughts she had been lost in, and she quickly turned back to Rarity. “Ah, yes!” Her teasing smile returned, but it wasn’t quite her previous devious smirk. It was softer, more genuine. “I did enjoy that white halter dress with the satin finish, the fell work was masterful. The golden embroidery on the back was also quite fetching; split stitching just makes the design pop out.”

Rarity blinked, surprised once again. “You know sewing?”

“I’ve been alive for longer than you can imagine, my pretty.” Chrysalis purred, her eyes lidded. “I’ve had many lives, I’ve learned many trades, and I’ve mastered many skills.” She smiled cockily, and her next words were tinged with a strong, familiar accent. “I ‘ave bin to many countrees, ma délicieuse petite Rarité. One of dem you kno veree well, si je ne m’abuse.”

“You’ve lived in Prance?” Rarity breathed. Suddenly she didn’t have to fake her interest anymore. She didn’t care if she was being so obviously baited, it was too tasty a morsel to resist.

“Oui, for a few lifetimes.” Chrysalis chuckled at the unicorn’s enthusiasm. “I’ve assumed many identities over there, learning trades to better blend in. A baker, a ballet dancer, a painter… And the apprentice of a famous fashion designer.” Chrysalis hummed as if lost in her memories, her horn shining as she absently helped Spike disentangle himself. “She was a shrewd one, that seamstress. She found me out before I could replace her, but I did learn a lot of her secrets before she tried to skewer me with a cloud of needles. I believe I’ve read in your journal she was your inspiration?”

“Tell me everything!” Rarity gave a high-pitched squeal, practically bouncing in her chair.

Chrysalis snickered, and she levitated a few pieces of paper towels to Rarity. “Of course, my pretty. But please, do contain your… enthusiasm.”

Rarity blushed, and quickly dabbed at the moisture under her tail, before Spike could get to his feet. The changeling winked at her, and she levitated Spike back into his chair once Rarity had thrown the soaked paper away.

“Now, where should I begin…” Chrysalis hummed, absently serving a new cup of tea for Spike, dropping three sugar cubes into his cup. “I arrived in the capital on a rainy day, and I found myself taking refuge in a most peculiar store. A boutique, very much like yours, with the most exquisite designs on display.”

“Tell me about them.” Rarity urged, levitating a blank parchment and a pencil, ready to take notes.

As she and Chrysalis got into an animated discussion about fashion, Rarity couldn’t help but wonder if she was being led right where Chrysalis wanted her. Considering the changeling’s victorious smirk, it was very likely, but in the end she had no choice but to let herself be taken. Chrysalis knew secrets she would kill for, gossips nopony knew about, designs never released or long forgotten…

The changeling was a well of information. Rarity just had to be careful not to fall in.

“She has fallen under her influence, I tell you!”

“Princess Luna, are you sure about this?”

“Yes! King Thorax, a thousand times yes! I wouldn’t have fetched you so urgently if I was not convinced! Do you take me for a fool?”

“Eeek! Okay, okay! No need to get mad…”

Princess Luna snorted hotly as she marched through the castle’s corridors, the scaredy changeling king scrambling to follow her hurried gait. They arrived in the hallway that housed Celestia’s chambers, the royal guards framing the golden doors saluting crisply as Luna approached.

“Alright, you know what you must do.” Luna cracked her neck, as if preparing for a fight.

Thorax gulped, and said in a small voice. “Drain Twilight of any changeling venom, if there is any...”

“There is.” Luna growled. “’Tis the only substance that will have eluded my spells.” Luna raised her ornamented hoof and prepared to push the doors open, her horn lighting up just in case.

“Hmm, Princess?” Thorax whispered. “Why do you think Twilight has been corrupted again?”

“She has made very inappropriate advances on my royal person.” Luna growled, her tail flicking. “Twilight would never do something like this, she is pure of heart.”

“I knew it… I warned you guys, Chrysalis can’t be trusted… I knew this whole wedding was a bad idea…”

“We all knew, but Sparkle wouldn’t listen!”

“Oh grub, Chrysalis is probably already nesting, she’s going to build a new army, she’s going to come after my hive, she’s going to eat my face, she’s going to…”

Before Luna could snap at the panicking changeling the door opened, and they took a few hurried steps back as a familiar purple head appeared. Twilight was looking over her shoulder as she silently slipped out, walking on the tip of her hooves. She breathed in relief as she closed the door behind her, and turned around; she gave a startled squeak when she realized she had company.

The three of them were frozen in shock, Twilight’s flustered gaze flicking from Thorax to Luna, the two rulers staring at Twilight with wide unbelieving eyes. Or more precisely, staring at her clothes.

The young alicorn was wearing what could only be described as an old and tattered baby outfit. She had a cute pink nightcap on her head, faded with age. Her hooves were dressed in little fluffy sockies, and she had an old bib covered in hearts around her neck. Twilight’s mouth opened in embarrassment, a pacifier falling from between her lips with a plop. The two guards shot furtive looks at the horrified princess, and one of them was unable to suppress a snort.

Twilight’s head snapped towards the guard. “Not. A. Word.” She hissed. She levitated the little hat off her head and yanked the bib from her neck. “Hours…. I’ve been stuck in there for hours, waiting for her to go to sleep!” She kicked the socks off her hooves one by one, grinding her teeth. “I’m going to repress everything that happened in there… Maybe a memory spell…” She put her hoof on her muzzle to stifle a burp, her eyes widening as a milky scent tickled her nose. “… Nope, not thinking about it, it’s fine. It’s perfectly natural, very nutritious, there’s nothing gross about it. It’s fine!”

While Twilight continued to rant, Luna discreetly leaned closer to Thorax, and whispered into his ear. “So?”

“Well…” Thorax said softly, his brow furrowing. “Twilight’s been bitten, yes…”

“Huzzah!” Luna cheered in a hushed voice, throwing one hoof in the air. “I knew it!”

“But, I can only sense pain-reducing venom, very diluted at that. Nothing that would affect her mind.” Luna lowered her hoof, her smile melting away. “There is no trace of corruption of any kind. She just has Chrysalis’ scent all over her, and…” Thorax’s gaze flicked to Twilight’s belly, and his blush intensified. “Oh grub…”

“So… she is herself?” Luna mumbled, stunned. “And Twilight wants me to… join them?” She gulped. “No, I could never- “

“What are you guys whispering about.” Twilight asked, making Luna give a startled yelp. She discarded her last little sock and trotted closer to the royal pair. “Luna? Your cheeks are really red, are you oka-”

“I must go care for my sister!” Luna blurted, her wings flapping open. “Farewell!” Her horn flashed, and she was gone in a burst of blue magic.

Twilight shielded her eyes with a wing, then she sighed in aggravation. “Alright, something’s definitely going on, and I’m pretty sure I know who is responsible.” She turned to Thorax, and she breathed in relief. “Thorax! Oh thank Celestia, I have so many questions…” She moved to hug him, but the changeling king quickly backpedaled, holding his hoof up.

“Don’t come any closer!” He whimpered. Twilight paused, confused by the changeling’s apparent fear. “I-I’m sorry, the scent, it’s…” He shook his head. “You smell like Chrysalis… I can tell you two have been... close….”

“Oh…” Twilight blushed deeply. “But… I took a shower this morning…”

“Sorry, but any changeling will be able to smell it. Stallions might too, but only a little…” He shivered. “I should go… Chrysalis is a rival queen, to be so close to one of her pregnant brood-mothers is dangerous. She could kill me for even being in the same room as you…”

“Wait wait wait, pregnant?” Twilight jerked back, her brow furrowing. She shook her head, giving Thorax a reassuring smile. “No, I can’t be pregnant, I know my cycles, my heat isn’t for another two weeks.”

“That won’t matter when mating with a changeling queen.” Thorax whimpered, cowering back like a cornered rabbit. “No matter when it happens, changeling… fluids, will make the mare enter an early estrus. All your fancy pills and contraceptive spells won’t work either.” He looked down, his ears flopping in distress. “I’m so sorry Twilight, I told you this marriage was a bad idea, you must be devastated…”

Twilight stood still, slowly coming to terms with what Thorax had just revealed. Carefully, she sat back on her haunches, and brought a hoof to her stomach. She gently rubbed her belly, unbelieving, her mind in turmoil. I’m… pregnant? The thought alone was unbelievable. Sure, she had always wanted to have foals one day, she wanted to know the joys of motherhood, teach her foals everything she knew…

But this was so sudden. She didn’t know if she was ready for this so soon. She was torn between happiness and surprise, so for now she settled on being terrified.

“How… how can you tell?”

“Your scent.” Thorax tapped his nose. “It’s a little hard to tell, since Chrysalis covered you in her pheromones, but it’s there.” He made a face. “Actually, I’ve never seen her mark a mate so thoroughly; she marked you as a fellow queen, not a common brood-mother. It’s an honor she never gave before… I wonder what she’s planning.”

“Are… are you sure?” Twilight asked in a little voice, still unsure on how to react.

Thorax gulped, as if afraid of asking his next question. “D-did Chrysalis start nesting?” Seeing Twilight’s confused look, he elaborated. “A nesting queen will go into a hunting frenzy, bringing a lot of food for her gestating mate. She will make sure her mate is comfortable and she’ll build hive chambers to have a safe place to lay her eggs. Oh, and she might be really clingy until the pregnancy has completely taken.”

“Oh… that explains her weird behavior…” Twilight mumbled, her brain slowly accepting the idea. I’m pregnant. I’m going to be a mom. A little smile tugged at her lips, a wonderful warmth filling her chest.

“So, she really has started her hive already.” Thorax shivered. “We should do our best to stop her before she can…” He paused, and he gave Twilight a perplexed look. “Wait… are you happy about it?”

“Maybe….” She said in a little voice, her hoof tracing circles on her belly. She still felt incredibly scared by the prospect of being a mother, but she could feel a strange glow warming up her heart. Just the thought of a little life growing in her belly… little life… wait, did Thorax just say… She slowly looked back at Thorax, her eyes wide. “Did… did you just say lay her eggs?!”

“Hmm, yes?” Thorax tilted his head, then he understood Twilight’s horror. “No, no! You aren’t going to lay eggs, you aren’t a platypus!” Twilight breathed in relief. “It’s Chrysalis who’s going to lay eggs.”

“She’s going to what?”

“Queens lay eggs… I thought that was obvious.” Thorax shrank back from Twilight’s outburst. “They can breed with both mares and stallions, it’s the best way to make sure the hive has a healthy number of drones. It’s one of their main purposes! We’re still looking for a substitute queen for my hive, otherwise we won’t get new drones.”

“So… a queen is the only changeling that can reproduce?” Twilight frowned. That made sense, considering how insect-like changelings were. Insect queens were often the sole reproductive members of a hive. But that meant… “Is… is Chrysalis your mother then?” At Thorax’s hesitant nod, Twilight gulped thickly. “Does… does that mean I’m your mother in law?”

Thorax blinked, as if puzzled by Twilight’s question. Then his eyes widened. “Ah, no! That’s a very pony way to look at this, caring about family links like that. It’s not how changelings do things. A queen thinks of her hive as a whole, she cares for her children as a collective, not as individuals. I don’t think a queen is even capable of being what you ponies call ‘motherly’, she would go crazy if she loved all her children like you ponies do. We’re just too many.”

That gave Twilight pause. Thorax had said a queen was by nature incapable of being motherly… but what about the way Chrysalis had acted with…

“If Chrysalis is nesting already, I must go back to my hive, warn my brothers.” Thorax started to pace, his wings buzzing in agitation. “We need to find our own queen, or she might take over us when her brood is born…”

“Thorax, stop.” Twilight said kindly, reaching out to him. She retraced her hoof when he winced back in fear. “Listen, I know you don’t trust Chrysalis, but you can trust me. She won’t touch you or your brothers ever again.” She gave a confident smile. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Thorax watched her with a dubious frown. “I don’t know Twilight…” He then perked up slightly. “Actually, we should be fine, since you signed a pony marriage contract with her. Normally she would be going around trying to find more mates at this very moment, to produce a large quantity of drones. But since she has to respect your pony customs to keep the contract valid…”

Twilight jumped to her hooves, startling Thorax into a squeak. Her eyes were wide, her confident smile gone. “No, no she doesn’t.” Twilight said in horrified realization. “I gave her permission to court my friends!”

“… You gave her permission?” Thorax blinked. He shot Twilight a bewildered look. “So, Luna was right about you being open to that kind of thing...”

“No, I’m not! I thought she was joking!” Twilight started to dance on her hooves in agitation. “I thought she was teasing me!”

“Oh… well you might want to hurry home Twilight.”

“N-no, I know my friends, they would never… And Chrysalis, she was so kind with me and…”

“Twilight, you don’t know Chrysalis like I do.” Thorax insisted. “I thought you would be the last pony to put your guard down, but she obviously already got to you, made you trust her. She will do anything, become anyone, all to get what she wants from you. Don’t trust anything she does or says!” He hesitated, then laid a hoof on her shoulder. “Remember at Cadance’s wedding, how she managed to get your friends to turn on you, just to get you out of the way? Do you think she won’t do it again?” He gestured to Celestia’s door. “Do you really think it’s a coincidence you’re here, and she’s in Ponyville, alone?”

Twilight stood there, her mind processing all this information, her stupor lasting for a few hurried heartbeats. Then she was running down the corridor, her hooves scrambling to gain traction on the smooth marble flood.

“She’ll probably go after your closest friends first, she had her eyes on some of them for a while.” Thorax warned, buzzing after her. “Then she’ll look for a stud to fertilize her eggs…”

“A-a stud?!” Twilight had a vision of coming home to find Chrysalis in bed with Big Macintosh, and she felt her blood boil. Her hurried canter turned into a full-blown gallop, angry snorts escaping from her nose. “Oh no she won’t!”

Thorax buzzed besides her, looking at her in confusion, and his eyes went wide. “Oh… Oh no… You actually… You actually care for Chrysalis…”

“Yes, I do,” Twilight breathed, her eyes narrowing, “and she’ll remember that once I’m done with her! She’s mine!”

Thorax flinched back, a flash of fear appearing on his muzzle. “Listen to yourself… This doesn’t sound like you!” He whispered urgently. “Please don’t lose yourself like this, that’s what she wants! She wants you to become like her! She isn’t worth being jealous… She’s pure evil…”

Twilight ignored Thorax and leaped through the first open window she found. She took to the skies, leaving a stunned Thorax behind. She swooped down towards Ponyville, wind screaming in her ears, her horn sizzling. She looked to the west, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the sun lowering over the horizon. It was much later than she had thought.

Hopefully it wasn’t too late.

“Well, this was lovely, but it’s getting late.” Rarity took off her glasses. She graced Chrysalis with a teasing look, flicking her tail playfully. “Unless you want to spend the night, we should wrap things up.”

“Is that an invitation?” Chrysalis responded with a suggestive smile.

“Why yes.” Rarity fluttered her eyelashes. “It’s an invitation for you to leave before I have to kick you out. I was only being polite about it.”

Chrysalis chuckled, and she put down the parchment she was scribbling on, adding it to the pile of sketches she had created. “Shame, I was almost finished with this one.”

“How awful.” Rarity sighed dramatically. “Now you’ll be forced to come back another time to finish your design.”

“Having to see you again seems like a horrible fate, yes.”

“I can imagine. Hosting a dreadful creature such as yourself has been atrocious for me as well.”

“You flatter me.” Chrysalis bowed, and took Rarity’s hoof to place a gentle kiss on its tip. “Let me remain for the night and I will show you how truly dreadful I can be…”

“You shameless cad!” Rarity retracted her leg and hid a giggle behind her hoof, her rosy cheeks pleasantly warm to the touch.

A whole afternoon. For a whole afternoon Rarity and Chrysalis had worked together, moving to Rarity’s workroom on the first floor. And it had been a marvelous time, Rarity couldn’t deny it. Despite all her misgivings for Chrysalis, she had to admit she had been charmed by the witty changeling and her silver tongue. Chrysalis knew how to banter and gossip like the best socialites, and she had something a lot of fashion sycophants lacked: raw, natural charisma.

Beauty, intelligence, wonderful conversation skills… truly a deadly combination, one that Rarity was particularly susceptible to.

“There is no shame in the appreciation of perfection.” Chrysalis let her lidded eyes roam over Rarity’s frame, licking her lips in unrepentant hunger.

“Why Chrysalis, are you trying to seduce me?” Rarity tittered, turning to put her glasses away. It was mere coincidence that her tail brushed against Chrysalis’ chin, honestly. “A married mare, making such advances… How improper!”

“Even the most virtuous will succumb to temptation,” Chrysalis breathed into Rarity’s ear, making the unicorn shiver, “when presented with an irresistible treasure.” Her hoof brushed against Rarity’s cutie mark. “And I’m far from virtuous.”

Rarity bit her lips, and her tail started to flag, her soft hairs brushing against the changeling’s barrel. Chrysalis was so tall, she could practically step over her, something the changeling was taking advantage of as she loomed over her prey. Rarity could feel Chrysalis’ breath on her nape, the changeling pressing her muzzle into Rarity’s mane, almost mounting her in the process. Rarity rolled her hips teasingly, and she suppressed a little excited squeal as her rump brushed against Chrysalis’ chest.

The changeling’s hooves fidgeted on the floor, as if barely restraining herself from rearing up, giving Rarity a burst of satisfaction, to know she could put the collected changeling in this state. Chrysalis snorted in excitement, the blast of hot breath sending tingles into Rarity’s spine, a vulgar wink escaping her control. An open invitation, one that Chrysalis could feel against her chest.

Rarity knew they were treading dangerous waters, but she couldn’t help herself.

It had started small. A few brushes as they worked. A tail dragging on the other’s flanks. A breath tickling the other’s mane. An underhanded salacious compliment. Their sides pressing against one another as they crowded around a sketch. Rarity and Chrysalis had teased one another for hours, the unicorn slowly falling prey to the changeling’s seduction… then Chrysalis had escalated their little game.

Rarity should have put a stop to it, she should have rebuked Chrysalis when she had first sniffed under her tail, before skittering away when Rarity had looked back in mock affront. The changeling had only gone further and further since, her playful teasing turning into what could only be described as a mating ritual. Gentle nibbles on her flanks. Furtive kisses on the base of her tail. A too friendly nuzzling of her mane. Playful half-mounting to nip at her nape. Rarity had accepted all these advances, her remorse overwhelmed with primal desire.

And when the changeling had dragged the tip of her sharp fangs over the curve of Rarity’s neck, leaving a faint pink outline, the points threatening to pierce her coat… She had needed more paper towels after that one. The thought alone was enough to make the fire in her belly flare up, and soon Chrysalis’ chest was dripping with fragrant droplets.

Chrysalis sniffed at the air, and she growled loudly. Emboldened by Rarity’s scent, Chrysalis took a step closer, her chest brushing over Rarity’s rear, her legs moving to embrace the fashionista’s shapely hips. This would not be a playful mounting, this was serious, she was about to…

“No… Stop.” Rarity gasped out, her breath shortened. “We can’t.”

Chrysalis exhaled in disappointment, her hooves falling back to the floor. “Why do you deny yourself?” She backed a few paces, and Rarity felt the changeling’s breath on her dripping folds. “You desire this as much as I do.”

Rarity quickly turned, her face flushed but set in a stubborn frown. “I can’t do this to Twilight.” She shook her head. “This afternoon was lovely, but it was a mistake. Please, leave.” She gestured to the door, and the stairs beyond.

“Afraid you won’t be able to resist?” Chrysalis teased, her tongue slithering out from between her fangs. “Afraid you will give yourself to me?”

“Yes.” Rarity answered bluntly.

Chrysalis took a deep sniff, and her eyes fluttered madly. “Hmm, so much lust… and yet you still resist… So much control over your desires…” She shivered, then gave Rarity a ravenous glance. “I must have you.”

“No.” Rarity gestured to the door, more forcefully this time. “I won’t betray my friend.”

“Is that the only thing stopping you?” Chrysalis purred, circling around her prey. “The only reason you deny yourself?”

Rarity opened her mouth, ready to snap at the changeling and throw her out before her base desires could win over her tight control… But her tirade died on her lips as Chrysalis’ horn flashed, and a green orb appeared before her. Rarity took a step back, watching with wonder as the orb started to glow, a swirl of green slowly resolving into an image of Twilight. The alicorn was trotting on a dirt path, her nose in the air. From the high angle and the way the image flicked to focus on the alicorn’s rear, Rarity understood she was watching one of Chrysalis’ memories.

Then Twilight’s voice resonated around the room, echoing strangely.

“If you think you have a chance, go and try your luck with them.” Memory Twilight said, her tail flicking dismissively. “I won’t stop you.”

“But, what if one of them accepts?” This time it was Chrysalis’ voice that echoed from the orb. “You don’t mind sharing me with another pony?”

“I don’t care at all! Sharing is caring, after all.”

The orb slowly melted away, dissolving into a green haze, frozen on the image of a smirking Twilight. The naughty look on the alicorn’s face sent a thrill into Rarity’s belly. She gulped, Twilight’s words quickly making her convictions crumble, eroded by her burning desire. She felt her excitement flowing freely on her thighs, but she held to the last shreds of her self-control.

“How do I know this isn’t fake.” Rarity breathed. “You could have made it all up…”

“You know I didn’t…” Chrysalis purred, stalking behind her, leaning down to press her muzzle into Rarity’s dripping intimacy, like a dog sniffing a bitch in heat. “And think about it, do you really think I would put my marriage with Twilight in jeopardy with such a blatant lie?” Chrysalis’ voice then softened, and she said in a whisper. “She is very important to me…”

Rarity was hit by the sincerity behind that last statement. She was no Applejack, but she was convinced the changeling had meant that, with the bottom of her heart.

“So?” Chrysalis leaned over her, breathing into her ear teasingly. “What will it be?”

Rarity’s mind scrambled for an out, and she grasped at her last straw. “I-I have no condoms, and as I’m sure you are aware, I am in heat, so…”

“Would this make you feel better?” Chrysalis produced a box of anti-pregnancy pills. She smirked. “One of your friends forgot it at the castle, she left in a hurry when morning came.”

“A-at the castle? In the morning?” Rarity squeaked, the implication chipping at her crumbling resistance. “You don’t mean…”

“I’ll always remember that sight, her and Twilight in bed, watching me rub myself.” Chrysalis licked her lips. “Delicious…”

“So… I wouldn’t be the first to… with you?” Rarity’s gaze flicked to the box of pills, and she gulped audibly. “And Twilight is…”

“Twilight is occupied, but if you want to wait for her to join us, we can.” Chrysalis shrugged, unconcerned. She took Rarity’s hoof and placed the box on it. “I will go downstairs and tell Spike you will be taking me for a private fitting. I will send him home, and lock the boutique. Then, it’s your choice: when you come down, we will either have a nice cup of tea and talk, or…”

Chrysalis bit down on the base of Rarity’s neck, more forcefully than before. Rarity gasped as those dangerous fangs threatened to sink into her flesh, her tail flagging high as a squirt of arousal sprinkled her workroom floor. Chrysalis growled, holding the unicorn by the throat for a few heartbeats, then she took a step back, smiling wide, showing her nightmarish maw.

“Choose, ma belle. Tea, or the best ride of your life. I will be waiting for you.”

Rarity panted hotly as Chrysalis turned away. The changeling strutted her way to the door, her rolling hips disappearing down the stairs, giving Rarity one last parting glimpse at what she could hope for. Rarity heard the changeling talking with Spike downstairs, but she didn’t give it any thought: all her attention was focused on the box of pills resting on her hoof. She trembled with indecision, her heated desires clashing with her conscience, the fact that Twilight was such a libertine making her even more excited…

There was only one right choice.

Rarity took a deep breath, regaining control over herself, her tail slowly lowering. She eyed the box with a disdainful frown, the corner of her lips twitching down.

“I won’t let you toy with me so easily.” Rarity huffed. She tossed the pills on her dresser, and took a resolute step towards the stairs. “Think you can manipulate me so easily?” She stomped her way downstairs, her brow furrowed. “I think not.”

She had a cheeky changeling to teach a lesson in manners.

“I… need… more… flying… lessons… *gasp*!”

Twilight was panting for breath as she landed on her bedroom balcony, her wings in disarray. She had forgotten how tired she was when she had left Canterlot in a huff, and now she could barely keep herself airborne. She had ended her trip gliding rather than flying, and the sun had already set over the horizon.

“It’s fine… it’s fine…” Twilight panted, pushing her balcony doors open. She eyed the empty bed, half relieved to see it empty of any big red stallions, and half terrified by the absence of any stupid sexy changelings. “That doesn’t mean anything… she’s probably downstairs… in the kitchen…”

She dragged herself to her bedroom door, groaning all the way. Once in the corridor, she started for the kitchen, but paused when she saw light coming from a room down the hallway. Spike’s room.

“Spike?” Twilight called, hope flaring in her chest. “Are you in there?”

One suppressed burp later, and Spike had opened his door, a plate of… something, in his claws. “Oh, hi Twilight! How was your trip to Canterlot?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Twilight groaned. She eyed the food Spike was munching on, her nose scrunching. “What the hay is that? It smells awful.”

“I dunno, Chrysalis called it a secret-ingredient-loaf.” He shrugged, then shoved another forkful of bready goodness into his maw. “It tasted a little weird at first, but now I really like it! It has powdered amethysts in there, it’s spicy!”

“Yuck” Twilight made a face, then remembered herself. “Spike, do you know where Chrysalis is?”

“Oh yeah, I was with her all day.” Spike said happily, munching on his dragon food.

“Thank Celestia…” Twilight breathed in relief.

“She’s at Rarity’s boutique right now.” Twilight’s heart skipped a beat. “She told me she was going to stay there all night for a private fitting.” He took another bite. “Those two really got along, it was pretty nice… are you okay Twilight? Your eye is twitching really bad…”

Twilight was running like the wind before Spike could finish his question, her exhaustion forgotten. In a flash of magic, she teleported to the front of her castle, still running as she charged her next teleport. Ponyville flashed by as she sprinted in the night, the red flashes from her magic giving the houses a ghostly quality. The few ponies still out looked at her go by, but otherwise didn’t bother her; it was just Twilight being Twilight they commented.

A few blinks later she arrived at Carousel Boutique, her horn sizzling with excess magic.

She eyed the boutique, her heart sinking as she realized the blinds were drawn, the door locked tight. A quick teleport later and she was inside. It was not in her habits to teleport into a locked house like this, but this was an emergency. The boutique was dark, the ponyquins seeming to follow her with their empty eyes. She shivered, and silently crept deeper into the boutique. She perked her ears, trying to locate her crazy wife, and a noise quickly reached her.

It sounded like the clinking of silverware on fine porcelain, coming from Rarity’s lounge.

Twilight silently crept closer to the closed door, listening carefully. Were they having tea in there? She slowly pushed the door open, completely confused.

“Ah, Twilight! I was wondering when you would arrive.” Chrysalis raised her teacup in greetings, perking up in her long-chair. “Come, sit, the tea is still hot!”

Twilight stood frozen in the doorway, her wide eyes roaming over Chrysalis’ body. The changeling was reclining on her side, her spent stallionhood draped limply over her thigh, semen dripping from the tip, joining a small puddle on the floor. Her carapace was crisscrossed with what could only be whipping scars, the lashes leaving shallow furrows on her usually smooth skin. Her belly was covered in rosy drips, candle wax Twilight realized, and the changeling still sported broken cuffs on her front hooves, the metallic links going into her leg-holes.

Twilight slowly came closer, her eyes focused on Chrysalis’ cock. It had obviously just been used, thoroughly, and there were smears of red lipstick all over it… even up to the base.

“I was right you know.” Chrysalis purred, startling Twilight. The changeling smirked cockily, her fangs glinting dangerously. “She is a screamer.”

“W-what did you do to her…” Twilight whispered, her head flicking around; there was no sign of Rarity anywhere. “Where is she?”

“Oh, do not worry my sweet,” Chrysalis’ horn flashed green, and a glowing orb appeared between them, colors swirling within, “I was going to show you…”