Chrysalis stepped out to the landing pad with a still noticeably groggy Anon and Javelin. Both man and stallion leaned against the wall of the castle for support as they struggled to stand up in the early morning sunlight.

"My ears burn." Javelin muttered as he fought to stay awake.

"It's too bright out here... someone tell Celly to make the day start at noon. Anything earlier is just ridiculous." Anon added, wearing sunglasses as he surveyed the landing pad before them.

Chrysalis rolled her eyes at the complaints from behind her, "You know, you didn't have to come along if you still aren't feeling well. Princess Celestia made it clear that she could come instead." She responded over her wither.

"And ignore the one serious task I've had since becoming a prince? Never!" Anon declared, before rubbing his temples.

"Too... loud..." Javelin muttered.

"Why are you still so hungover? I can understand Anon but I barely took any of your love at the bar. You should be fine now." Chrysalis questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Javelin shrugged as an almost imperceptible blush formed on his face, "Well, I kinda sorta went out and partied with Dusk and Echo last night... again."

Anon whipped his head around so fast that his sunglasses flew off his face, "What!? You went partying without me!?" He demanded.

Javelin shrunk in on himself, "It was a last minute thing! Besides, you were feeling like crap anyways. I didn't want to encourage you to go out drinking again when you already felt like shit from the previous night."

"I coulda still gone just for they conversation!" Anon rebutted.

"We didn't have much conversation! Dusk and Echo went off doing their own thing and I just kinda drank by myself." Javelin defended.

"Which is exactly why you should've told me!" Anon fired back.

Back and forth the conversation went, for several minutes as Chrysalis watched with ever growing amusement. Eventually, the airship came into view and docked at the landing pad, forcing whatever grievance Anon still had to die on his tongue as the ramp lowered to the pad and Fleur De Lis pranced down to greet them.

"Bonjour, mes amis. How are you all this fine morning?" Fleur asked, chipper as can be.

Chrysalis glanced behind her to find that both stallion and man were putting on a face for the supermodel, but the feelings radiating off of both of them carried mild resentment and annoyance. With a small shrug, assuming that it was nothing out of the ordinary for the pair, she turned back to Fleur and nodded.

"We're all fine, thank you. Anon and his guard are still recovering from a few nights ago so they aren't feeling the best, but they're both more than up for this." She replied, confidently.

Fleur smiled, "Ah, I can see 'zat. What do you say we all get out of 'ere and get some altitude, non? I think you will all love ze view my producer 'as picked for ze backdrop." She replied, nodding toward the ramp.

"Well it beats sitting out here all day." Anon acknowledged, pushing forward and toward Fleur.

Just as Anon reached the ramp, Fancy appeared on the deck of the ship, wearing a jacket tied around his neck, and happily waving to the group below, "Ah, Anon old chap! Javelin and Chrysalis! Welcome aboard! I'm glad you all got my letter and Princess Celestia was able to respond on such short notice." He cheerfully called.

"If this will make my reputation better in Canterlot, and ease the transition of my changelings into Equestrian society, then I suppose it will be time well spent." Chrysalis acknowledged, following Anon's lead.

"Just make sure we don't go too high up or get too bouncy... pegasai might like that high altitude crap, but I don't have wings." Javelin added, following behind Chrysalis.

"Oh, not to worry mes amis. We will only be at a few 'ousand hooves altitude. Nozzing too crazy, I assure you." Fleur replied, following at the end of the group as they all boarded the ship.

They all boarded one by one, finding that the ship resembled an eighteenth century vessel, aside from the giant air balloon in place of the sails. Over a dozen ponies that were obviously employees of Fleur scrambled about, some of them carrying makeup, lighting equipment, or mattresses for making the hard wooden deck more comfortable for whatever shot was needed. While there was certainly chaos aboard the deck, there was a certain organization to the chaos, almost as if it was supposed to work in the disorganized fashion it appeared as.

A few of the ponies gave a greeting to the prince and their boss, but most of them appeared to involved in their tasks and simply paid the human no mind as he stepped to the center of the deck.

Anon glanced back and forth as he stepped toward the mast, his grogginess leaving him by the second as he took in the ship around him. Just as he was about to turn around and compliment Fancy and Fleur for their ship, however, a cyan blue mare with a short cut white mane and a stylish black dress with white and pink accents, leapt off of the rigging above them and landed beside him with a definitive *clop*.

"GAHFUCKWHY!??!" Anon shrieked as he jumped into the air, nearly falling over the railing.

"Meine Freunde, ve must be off! Ve are burning ze daylights and I need ze perfect lighting for ze magics!" The mare dramatically announced in a thick germane accent, directing all eyes that weren't already looking at her to follow suite.

"Photo Finish, we've still the entire morning. It's not even seven yet. Relax, my dear. It's only a short jaunt away." Fancy calmly replied, offering a placating smile to the mare.

"Oui mon ami. We're just showing ze ship to ze good prince and Queen." Fleur added, placing a gentle hoof on Anon's thigh to help him calm down.

Photo feistily shook her head, the magenta lenses of her glasses hiding her eyes from view, "Nein! Zer is no time for such trivial zings! Ve must be off! Ze prince and ze Qveen have a thousand airships zey can gawk at later. Ve go now!" She declared, authoritatively pointing at the helmspony.

With a quick salute, the pony steered the airship and punched the throttle, making the large ship jolt as it headed skyward and away from the castle. Javelin quickly held onto the railing beside him while Anon, Fleur, Fancy, and Chrysalis held onto the rigging all around them. The ponies attempting to set up the sets, however, were not prepared for such an abrupt jolt and climb, leading to many of them falling over or dropping what they were carrying.

"Photo, mon cher... don't you think you are being a bit rude? You 'aven't even introduced yourself to ze prince or ze Queen. Not to mention warning ze ponies working on ze set..." Fleur spoke up as the ship steadied out into a calm ascent.

Photo harrumphed, "Very well," She replied, turning to Anon and Chrysalis, "Guten morgen Prince Anon and Qveen Chrysalis. I am ze Photo Finish, and for today, I vill be managing zis shoot and ensuring ze Queen's image is improved for all of Equestria with ze magics!" She dramatically exclaimed, thrusting a hoof toward the sky.

Anon and Chrysalis both owlishly blinked at the eccentric earth pony mare for several seconds.

"Um, t-thank you. It's very much appreciated." Chrysalis managed, after some time.

While Photo gave a bow of thanks to the changeling Queen, Anon leaned over to Fleur and whispered into her ear, "Uh... is she always this... excited? Also what is this 'magics' she keeps talking about?"

Fleur gave the smallest of shrugs, "She 'as always been quite energetic before a shoot, mon ami. It is just 'er process, I think. Don't worry, she will grow on you quite quickly. As for 'ze magics', you will see in post." She whispered back, with a wink.

Anon pursed his lips as he stood back up to his full height, "What, like photoshop or something?" He questioned, at normal volume.

"PHOTO SHOP!? Nein! Zose whorses vill not touch any of mein work! I forbid it. Ich würde lieber von diesem luftschiff springen!" Photo asserted, turning her muzzle up.

Once again, Anon just owlishly blinked at the cyan blue mare, a thousand questions filling his brain all at once.

"Um, Photo Shop is one of our biggest competitors, Anon, old chap. Photo Finish is particularly protective of our work and ensuring that they don't steal our ideas or talent." Fancy offered.

Anon slowly nodded, "I... see. Well the fashion world is all alien to me, so I'll just do my best impression of a rock and go sit in the corner I guess." He acknowledged, turning for the hatch leading to the lower deck of the airship.

"Wait for me! It's too loud and bright up here." Javelin called, trotting after the man.

Chrysalis stifled a chuckle at the pair before looking over to Fancy and Fleur, "Alright, so what exactly will I be doing for this? A few poses? Some dresses? Maybe throw in a puppy so it looks extra cute and appeals to all the little foals?" She asked, a tiny bit of sarcasm in her voice.

Fleur smiled, "Mon ami, do you know what kind of modeling we specialize in?"

Chrysalis blankly shook her head.

Fleur giggled into her hoof, "We specialize in ze more... erotic modeling. Nozzing too lewd, but just enough to get ze stallions blood pumping, oui?"

Chrysalis gave a slow, steady nod, "I see... so how much - or little, rather - am I going to be putting on for this little shoot? I can do sexy, but I'm still not quite sure ponies will be lining up to buy magazines with pictures of a changeling on them." She shrugged.

"Zat is where you are wrong, mein frau. You have a physique zat only one ozza pony in Equestria can manage!" Photo jumped in, thrusting her hoof all the way forward until it gently booped Chrysalis's muzzle.

Lightly batting the hoof way and fixing the manager with a raised eyebrow, Chrysalis opened her mouth to speak, but was swiftly cut off by the Germane mare.

"Zat is right! Princess Celestia herself! Now, vile you might have ze wrong colors and ze wrong eyes and even ze wrong belly," She leaned over to Chrysalis and whispered, "Between you and me, I do not understand ze fetish with ze pregnant mares. Mein Faust zere is a foal in zere! Zere is no room for ze foal if you shove a schwanz all ze way in," She leaned back away from the changeling Queen, "But ve can vork vith zis!" She decreed.

Chrysalis, left utterly baffled by the pony's attitude and lack of personal boundaries, simply shook her head as she struggled to process everything that was being said to her. Both Fancy and Fleur gave her looks of sympathy, the latter even offering a gentle hoof on her wither as a gesture of support.

"What my manager is trying to say, is that we think you 'ave the perfect body to attract many stallions and mares, especially since your proportions are close enough to Princess Celestia's before 'er pregnancy. Most ponies only know you as a villain, but if we show zem the more... playful side of you, zat will 'elp with your reputation." Fleur explained.

Chyrsalis gave a nod of understanding, "I see... well then that brings me back to my original question. What am I going to be wearing for this?" She asked.

Fleur smiled as she turned away. She looked over her wither and gave Chrysalis a teasing look, "You will find out in just a minute, mon ami. Let us get to our spot first, oui?"

Fancy and Photo followed the supermodel's lead, leaving the confused changeling Queen even more confused as they walked over to the rest of the crew of the ship. Chrysalis continued to eye them for a few more minutes before walking over to the hatch Anon and Javelin entered a few minutes prior. Upon looking down at the pair of males, she found them both to be softly snoozing while resting on what could only be described as one of the comfiest looking couches she'd ever seen.

Her curiosity getting the better of her, Chrysalis made her way down the steps to the lower deck and appraised the interior. The first thing to catch her eye, was the eggshell white coloring of the floor and walls. Dozens of makeup booths lined the walls, with mirrors and chairs set up for each individual model Fleur employed. In the center of the deck, sat several similar couches to the one Anon and Javelin were sleeping on, as well as very comfy looking faux leather chairs.

"How are you both asleep already? You just came down here less than five minutes ago?" Chrysalis questioned, tilting her head to the side.

After receiving a snore as a response, she shook her head and took her seat on the chair just beside Anon and Javelin's couch. With nothing else to do, and no conversation to make, she took to idly twiddling her hooves as the airship reached its cruising altitude. Letting out a huff of boredom, Chrysalis pushed herself back to her hooves and walked over to one of the windows between the mirrors on the wall, finding the Macintosh Mountains standing proudly off in the distance.

"I suppose that's the backdrop Fleur was talking about." Chrysalis muttered, before looking at Anon with scrutiny, "I can sense your feelings you know. I know you aren't asleep anymore."

"Wha now?" Anon mumbled, groggily opening his eyes and sitting up.

"Ah, so you are awake." Chrysalis deadpanned, looking at the human with a raised eyebrow.

Anon rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes, "I only took like... a five minute nap." He replied.

Chrysalis nodded, "Indeed you did, but we're at our cruising altitude so I imagine I'll be called up to do this shoot in just a few more minutes. It would ease everypony's woes if you were up there with me." She explained, keeping her tone perfectly neutral.

Plus it'll be fun to see your reaction. She thought to herself.

Anon's brow furrowed, before a grin found its way onto his face, "It sounds to me like you just want me up there for moral support." He teased.

Despite herself, Chrysalis couldn't help the faint green blush that quickly formed on her muzzle, "I need nothing of the sort. If anything, the rest of the ponies up there are the ones that need moral support." She defended.

"Chryssi, it's okay to be nervous. Hell, I've never done a photoshoot until the one they made Tia, Lulu and I do for our wedding. Now that, was stressful." Anon chuckled.

Chrysalis rolled her eyes, "I am perfectly fine and in no way in need of moral support... that said, didn't you say earlier that you didn't want to ignore the 'one serious task' you've had as a prince so far?" She rebutted, a smug look forming on her muzzle.

Anon held up a finger to protest, but quickly put it back down and sighed, "Fine, fine! You've twisted my arm. I will go cheer you on and be the best moral support you've ever had." He proclaimed, pushing himself to his feet.

Chrysalis snickered, "While the gesture is ever so appreciated, all I need is for you to make sure the ponies around me don't jump off the airship in fear when they see just how sexy I can be." She confidently asserted.

Anon shook his head in amusement, "That's a hell of a reaction to expect. You're gonna be so sexy the only choice will be falling to their deaths?" He chuckled.

Chrysalis shrugged, "Ponies do strange things when confronted with the pinnacle of sexuality, Anon."

"This sure seems like a one-eighty from the more meek and subdued Chrysalis I've been seeing the past week." Anon replied with a raised eyebrow.

Chrysalis laughed, "I've had to suffer many humiliations recently, Anon. I'm respectful and 'subdued' around your wives because I can't risk offending them and losing my kind's only chance at life. Being sexy, however, is my bread and butter, so to speak. I've literally lived hundreds of years by stroking the fires of passion in mares and stallions alike. I know exactly what they want to see, even if they don't," She responded, an aura of utter confidence and assuredness in her voice, "Even if I've never really done it in my normal form like this before..." She quietly muttered to herself.

Anon gave a small shrug, "Those are fair points... I guess you'll just have to show me then." He replied, not hearing the last of her words.

As if right on cue, Fancy leaned down from the hatch, "Chrysalis? Ah, there you are! We're all ready for you up here." He called, waving to the changeling Queen.

Chrysalis nodded and confidently strode forward, past Anon while fixing him with a confident smirk that could drive any male wild, "I suppose I just might." She said, flicking her tail at Anon's nose.

The gesture, while slightly expected, still took Anon by surprise, and he nearly fell over as he back into the couch. Chrysalis suppressed a snicker at his reaction while trotting up the stairs to the top deck.

"Damn... She smells nice." Anon mumbled to himself, before quickly chasing after her up to the deck.

Once they were both on deck, Fleur approached Chrysalis with a briefcase held in her magical grasp.

"Alright, mes amis. Zis is what you will be wearing for ze shoot." She said, placing the briefcase down atop a table before them and opening it.

Both Anon and Chrysalis leaned forward as the contents of the case were exposed, leading to mixed reactions of surprise. Chrysalis's eyes widened considerably and both her hearts beat faster in her chest, while Anon simply tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"Socks?" He asked, looking up to Fleur and Fancy.

"Oui." Fleur nodded, confidently.

Anon scratched the back of his head, "Are these... sexy socks?" He asked,

Fleur nodded again, "Oui. Very sexy, and sexy panties to go vith zem." She replied, magicking one of the lacy, dark green panties up in front of Anon and Chrysalis.

"I dare say that this is some of the most exotic material we've ever worked with, old chap. Just feel the texture." Fancy chimed in, holding the socks out for both Anon and Chrysalis to feel.

Both man and changeling felt the fabric with their hooves and hands, and while the material was stunningly soft and velveteen to the touch, Anon could only shrug.

"I mean... the panties I get, but I don't know about the socks. I guess I'll just see when you wear them Chrysa-lis..." Anon trailed off, looking over to the changeling Queen as she practically salivated over the socks in her hooves.

"I... will go put these on." Chrysalis stated, taking all of the garments on her foreleg.

"Perfect! Right this way my dear, we have a small privacy curtain set up for you to change in." Fancy smiled and ushered Chrysalis toward the front of the ship.

Anon crossed his arms and watched in mild interest as the changeling Queen followed behind and promptly disappeared behind the privacy curtain. He could vaguely see her outline and shadow as she dressed herself in the garments, but no actual detail. After just a couple of minutes for her to get dressed, she stepped out into the light.

The socks, bearing a striped pattern of forest green and turquoise to match her mane and elytra, hid all of the holes still present in her legs. They also absolutely highlighted her body and curves, as well as adding a flair that simply seemed right on her. The socks on her hind legs rode all the way up to her flanks, further highlighting that she actually had quite and impressive figure.

However, the cherry on top was the pair of panties just barely hiding what she had between her legs. The thin strings wrapped round her flanks made Anon's blood pump faster, and he found that he simply couldn't look away from the sight of her shapely, tight flanks. It took him only a few seconds to notice the tent slowly pitching in his pants, and he quickly adjusted himself to hide the offending protrusion.

"Well, what do you think?" Chrysalis asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

Anon shrugged as he nervously adjusted his collar, "Eh, they're alright I guess." He replied, noncommittedly.

Chrysalis held his gaze for a few moments, a skeptical look of confusion worming its way onto her features. A momentary flash of realization appeared in her eyes, before she looked down ever so slightly. Within the span of a second, she looked back up and fixed Anon with a predatory grin as well as a small green blush of her own. The entirety of the actions happened so fast that Anon didn't even notice.

"If you say so." She tittered, turning on her hooves and flicking her tail at Anon.

Whether it was intentional or non, Anon couldn't tell, but the way her tail lifted to flick at him gave him the utmost perfect view of her nethers, and the tight panties that hugged her groin as if they weren't even there. Anon nervously gulped to himself as he was treated to a downright sinful view of her puffy lips, barely concealed by the thin fabric of her panties. He adjusted his collar and let out a low, slow breath as he tried to calm himself.

"Calm down, Anon, calm down... You're a married man, dammit." He quietly muttered to himself.

As Anon struggled to regain control of himself, Chrysalis strode over to the mattress set up against the wooden railing of the ship. Fancy and Fleur looked at her with excited smiles, while Photo Finish gave a beaming grin to the changeling Queen.

"Ja ja! You look like ze pinnacle of sexuality, mine schatz!" Photo cheered, grabbing her camera in her hooves.

"Oui. Those colors look phenomenal on you, mon ami." Fleur nodded.

"Are you ready to begin?" Fancy added, gesturing to the mattress.

Chrysalis grinned, "I'm ready to show Equestria just how sexy a changeling can be."

With that, they parted ways and allowed for Chrysalis to take her place on the mattress. The ponies surrounding her set the lighting rigs and reflectors in place for the perfect shot, while Photo took her place in front. She held her camera in her hooves and grinned.

"Alright, mien schatz, give me a pose. Throw your mane back and let ze whole world see just how sexy you are in zose socks!" Photo cried, enthusiastically snapping pictures as Chrysalis followed her instructions.

"Oh! Try one on your back!" Fancy suggested.

"Ja! Ja! Roll over and hold your hooves up to your chest like a puppy!" Photo ordered, to which Chrysalis complied, "Now give me a pouty lip! Zere! Perfekt! Now spread your hind legs!"

Chrysalis again complied without objection, even throwing a smoldering gaze at the camera as Photo came in for a close up.

"Zis is wunderbar! More! More! Give me more of ze magics!" Photo practically shouted, snapping picture after picture.

Chrysalis gladly complied with Photo's orders, finding that the more the ponies around her cheered her on and supported her, the more love she could feel emanating from them. These weren't fake cheers or a plot to undermine her dignity, no. These were genuine cheers of excitement, support, and even lust.

"Oh! do one on your belly with your forelegs crossed!" Fancy suggested.

"Fancy, zis is why I bring you to zese zings! On your belly, mein schatz! Hide your muzzle behind your mane!" Photo replied.

"You bring me because I'm your boss, Photo..." Fancy rolled his eyes.

Photo, unhearing or simply uncaring as to Fancy's response, simply continued to usher Chrysalis to follow her instructions.

"No! Not zat much! Less is more! Not zat little! Zere! Perfekt!" Photo cried, taking another dozen pictures.

On and on the photos went. Some were serious and sexy, while others were silly and playful. Throughout the shoot, several of the other models joined in on the mattress with the changeling Queen, allowing for her to play off of the other mares and stallions in any number of ways. She pinned some down under her and showed her dominance, along with allowing others to lay atop her belly, as if proclaiming victory while they sensually looked into each other's eyes.

The final pony to share the mattress with her, was none other than Fleur herself. The supermodel slipped into her own pair of stripped pink and white socks and sauntered over to the changeling Queen as if she owned her. With Photo snapping pictures every second, the two exchanged glances, touches, caresses, and more.

"Give her a kiss!" Photo shouted, drops of sweat dripping from her forehead.

Fleur looked up to Chrysalis and playfully pecked her cheek while Photo enthusiastically snapped picture after picture.

"Oh, that was nothing. You want this to be sexy? I can give you something sexy." Chrysalis spoke up, before pulling Fleur close.

Without warning Chrysalis opened her maw and allowed her long, forked tongue to wrap entirely around Fleurs neck, before coming to a rest just under her jaw. Fleur let out a gasp of shock as she felt the warm, moist appendage ever so gently constrict around her airway, but just as quickly, the changeling Queen released any tension on her and slowly drew her tongue back, licking along Fleur's neck the entire way. The only sound that could be heard on the deck of the ship was the whistling breeze as the ship hovered in the air, and *click* *click* of Photo frantically snapping pictures as fast as she possibly could.

When Chrysalis finally returned her tongue to her own mouth completely, Fleur stared up at her, a burning blush on her face and her breath heaving in a slow, steady rhythm. Chrysalis grinned at the snow white supermodel, before looking up to Anon with a smug smile.

The tent in his pants was so painfully obvious, she could see it from across the deck.

If the German or French in this story is bad, I blame Google translate lol. I speak neither of these languages.

That said, hope you guys liked this one. This was so much fun to write and it's about time Anon started seeing just how sexy our little bug queen can be XD