Luna is kidnapped by Chrysalis, when Nightmare Moon emerges.

Thanks to Hellpony for the request!

This chapter will be non-humanized pony clop.

Categories: Role-swap, kidnapping, Luna, Chrysalis

Warnings: Some mild elements of rape.

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“Turnaround”

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Luna grumbled softly, her eyes fluttering open. At first, all she saw was darkness, which was odd… For one who spent a thousand years on the moon, both the light side and the dark, she had excellent night vision. This darkness, however, wasn’t just an absence of light. It was a sort of sensory deprivation. The question remained… Why? Was she blind? Was this a spell?

Or maybe it had to do with the fact that her head felt like it was splitting open.

Okay, Luna… Relax, calm down, and think back… What happened?

Listening to reports from military commanders, surveying maps of the parts of the everfree forest that were known, planning, coordinating…

The preparation outside of Ponyville. The attack.

Luna’s vision returned in a flash, along with muscular coordination. She gasped and sat straight up, the memories returning in a moment. She was alone in a grassy clearing, no pony else anywhere around. Breathing hard, she examined her surroundings, trying to make sense of how she had gone from the battlefield to here. Wherever here was. She remembered shouting, panic and confusion, magic and wings and fighting. Just as soon as Luna thought she had spotted Chrysalis, all had gone dark. Running a hoof through her magnificent mane, Luna touched the sore spot on the base of her skull. She had probably taken a blow that had knocked her unconscious.

Slowly, making sure she wasn’t too wobbly or uncoordinated, Luna rose to her hooves. No sense in laying here any longer. For all she knew, the battle was still raging and they needed her help. Listening, she heard nothing. She could see no distinguishing features. All she could tell was the position of the moon overhead, and that told her which way was North. Walking as fast as she dared, Luna left the clearing.

As soon as she was enveloped in the trees, however, she lost all sense of direction. The overhead stars and the moon were completely cut off from her vision, and there were no other landmarks for her to focus on. Walking around one large tree after another meant she lost all sense of which way was North or even which way she was walking. One particularly nasty tree that led to a muddy riverbank and a tricky, rotten old bridge turned her around completely. Before long, Luna found herself emerging into the same clearing she had woken up in. There was the indent her body had left in the grass. Huffing a sigh, Luna turned her vision to the sky and looked for an obvious way out.

The sky. Flying. Duh. Cursing her groggy thought process, Luna spread her wings, and as unsteadily as she had taken off in ages, flew into the sky. She realized almost immediately what a mistake this was. The reeling sense of weightlessness made her head spin even worse than it already was, and she was uncoordinated as a young filly flying their first time. Cursing again, she settled down halfway across the same clearing, clearly unable to fly. Magic? Bah. She couldn’t heal a scrape, let alone cranial damage in this state. Only one option left: Luna had to find her way back to the battle.

If there even was a battle anymore.

This time, she entered the forest at a different point than she normally did. The new approach seemed promising. At first. She would walked in a straight line, slipping around trees but for the most part keeping her northern heading. Until she walked into the clearing once more.

“Oh no.” Realization struck her then. This was no ordinary clearing. This was magic. A trick, deception meant to trap victims in it’s illusion forever. It would make them seem as if they were moving in a straight line, when all the small twists and turns of the forest would really be guiding them back in a circle, back into the clearing. Luna only knew of two ways out of such a spell. The first being to fly, which was out of the question, and the second a true direction spell, which she didn’t have the presence of mind to cast. For now, it seemed, Luna was trapped. Sighing heavily, she found the indent in the grass where she had lay previous, and curled up once again. Nothing to do but wait until she felt safe to fly again, or to cast a spell. Meanwhile, she struggled to fight through the throbbing headache. Whatever had hit her on the head, it had really hurt her…

Then she heard it.

Hoofsteps. Subtle, low, and not terribly far away. Luna’s thoughts snapped into focus in a moment, and she started to formulate a plan. No magic, no flight, but she did have her considerable strength. Whoever it was, they were trying to sneak up on her. Better to let them get close, lull them into a false sense of security, and wait for them to pounce. She lay her head down, and listened intently. The hoofsteps grew closer and closer… Closer still. Suddenly, the sound came faster. They were charging! Luna sprang to her hooves in an instant, wheeled about, and met her attacker head-on.

“Luna!” Celestia cried, launching herself through the air. Jaw dropped, Luna was caught by a full-bodied tackle from none other than her sister.

“Oof!” Luna grunted, tumbling to the grass with her sister. Celestia’s forelegs wrapped around her neck, pinning her close.

“Oh, I was so WORRIED!” She cried, somewhere between hysterically happy and tears. Luna blinked, feeling both stunned and confused.

“Celestia… How did you get here?” Luna asked quietly. Despite the reeling in her head, she was now very, very confused… Something was most definitely off about this. Celestia seemed awfully… Cheery. Particularly given the circumstance.

“Did you forget?” Celestia pulled away, peering inquisitively at Luna. “I led the attack against the changelings with you… When I saw you knocked unconscious, you were carried away by a dozen changelings. Naturally, I followed, but I lost them in the confusion. I’ve been wandering the forest, looking for you ever since…” She smiled, a wide, beaming ordeal that Luna found highly uncharacteristic… Maybe she really was delirious from the bump to her head…

“Well… I’m glad you found me, I guess…” She muttered, pulling back to look at Celestia. Something still struck her as wrong, though… Celestia was just too cheery, where she would normally be very poised and dignified… Was she glad to have found her sister? Or was there something else…?

“Mmhmm! Are you feeling okay?” Celestia asked. Okay, something was definitely wrong… She should not be this happy…

“I’m… Fine…?” Luna stepped back another few steps, getting a better look at Celestia… No, this was not Celestia. Her mark! Her mark was different! Eyes wide now, Luna realized the imposter for who she was.

Too late. Celestia’s horn blazed a bright, lime green, and Luna’s vision went dark…

In the back of her mind, Luna remembered that she had led the attack against the changelings without the aid of her sister, who was still back in Canterlot… Back home.

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“Ngh…”

“Aha… You’re awake, princess.” Luna groaned at the unfamiliar voice, trying to come to. How long had she been out this time? She remembered what happened. An imposter disguised as her sister had assaulted her, knocked her unconscious after she had already been lost in the clearing. Now, as her eyes fully opened, Luna saw who it was.

“Chrysalis.” Luna muttered, rolling over. She slid her hooves beneath her body, trying to stand. Oh great, she thought, Can’t fly, can’t cast any spells, can’t even get up… She’s sapped my strength. The situation looked grim. Luna was completely helpless. No strength, no flight, no magic. Nothing. She couldn’t even hold her head up properly.

“Oh? Going somewhere, ‘sister?’” Chrysalis mocked her, grinning her evil, pointed-tooth smile down at the helpless princess.

“You fiend.” Luna grumbled, trying her hardest to muster a withering glare up at the changeling queen. “Return me to my forces, and maybe I’ll consider letting you live.” Chrysalis’ self-satisfied smile turned to a very withering and ugly frown as she looked down at Luna.

“Let me live? You didn’t let my changelings live.” She growled, taking a few steps closer. Luna couldn’t help but look through the ugly holes in her legs as she advanced. “You didn’t seem to have any pity or remorse as you charged us. I was lucky to get out alive with you on my back. For all I know, Luna, I may very well be the last changeling in existence now.” Chrysalis stopped, her tall body looming over Luna’s. “All thanks to you. Impetuous, foolhardy, brash princess Luna.”

“You… Attacked us first…” Luna mumbled, trying to lift her head to look at Chrysalis properly.

“Attacked? Luna, I only infiltrated. If it wasn’t for Twilight Sparkle’s interference, I’d have married Shining Armor and lived off of his love for a very, very long time. Thanks to your sister’s student and her damned friends, I had to retreat back here, to the everfree forest. After that, I would have been happy to survive on the scraps of love we could have snagged from the ponies that wandered in here. But was your victory in Canterlot enough? No. Not for you.” Chrysalis leaned in, looking Luna in the eyes. In that moment, Luna had never feared for her life more.

“You had to wipe us off the face of Equestria completely. It wasn’t enough to let us grovel and scrape by out here…” Chrysalis’ face leaned in very close to Luna now, her eyes flashing dangerously. “You wanted genocide.” When Chrysalis pulled away, she left Luna shivering helplessly. What did Chrysalis have in mind? Was it vengeance? It certainly wasn’t forgiveness… Whatever it was, it made Luna quiver helplessly. Chrysalis sighed as she started to pace a slow, wide circle around Luna.

“Hmm… But now, I have a helpless princess, separated from her forces, unable to do a thing to protect herself…” Chrysalis mused, her hooves indenting the grass as she paced. “And here I am, a lone queen, with nary a drone or a worker to my name.” She stopped, looking down at Luna over her entire prone body. “I wonder what I should do. Should I kill you, as vengeance for those I’ve lost?” Her lips spread in another grin, though this one looked remarkably less evil. It looked much more devious.

“Or perhaps… I should feed off of you until you’re nothing more than a husk, dried up and used, nothing more than a shell of your former self…” Chrysalis slowly moved forward, her legs straddling Luna. “And now that we’re alone, my dear princess…” She leaned in, her lips hovering just above Luna’s mouth. She smelled faintly of… Lilac? “I can take my sweet time sucking every last drop of love out of you.”

Luna couldn’t do a thing to stop it as Chrysalis’ lips pressed to her own. The kiss was nothing along the lines of passionate or even lusty. Behind those lips was a dire sense of survival, of a deep need to feed… Chrysalis emanated this aura of voraciousness, like she couldn’t be pleased until she had sapped Luna of everything. Magic, flight, strength, Luna had nothing left to give. Nothing but her body, that is… And that was precisely what Chrysalis planned on taking from her.

“Relax.” Chrysalis cooed, pulling her lips away with a devious smile. “It isn’t going to make it any easier if you fight this. Not that you could… I’ve robbed you of your strength, too.” Chrysalis’ legs slowly began to bow as she lowered herself down, her body as long and slender as Luna’s. Her slight weight was hardly even noticed by the princess of the night. Their lips met again, Chrysalis’ mouth opening to let her tongue force it’s way inside of Luna’s mouth. She whimpered helplessly as Chrysalis worked her tongue around in a circle, exploring Luna’s muzzle as thoroughly as she possibly could. Despite the stressful situation, the helpless feeling of being robbed of everything that made her who she was, Luna felt a strange sort of excitement welling up in her chest.

Under different circumstances, she might have actually enjoyed herself. Maybe if they were back in Canterlot, stretched out on her comfortable bed, with no pony to disturb them the entire night… But right now, Luna feared for much more than her life. If Chrysalis had her way, Luna would lose the last thing she had left to call her own… She would lose her dignity.

“Hmm… I must say, princess, you taste delicious… I dare say I’m going to enjoy this.” Chrysalis nipped at Luna’s muzzle, her pointed teeth sending a brief flash of pain down the princess’ neck. That made Luna gasp, her chest shaking with the sudden exhalation.

“I th-thought… Changelings… Ngh… Fed off of love? Why aren’t you turning into Celestia…?” Luna whimpered, trying to raise her hooves to fend off the queen’s onslaught of nipping, painful, and oddly exciting kisses.

“Hmm? Oh, you ask a very good question…” Chrysalis mused inbetween kisses, effortlessly batting away Luna’s hooves as they fought to push her away. “Hmm, changelings feed off of love…” She groaned, kissing down to Luna’s shoulder now. This didn’t elicit shivers and gasps as the kisses to her neck had, but rather a growing sense of anticipation and dread. It built in her chest, coalescing into a warm sensation that throbbed just behind her collarbone. “So what more pure form of love is there than sex? That moment when you’re completely, totally, and utterly exposed to someone else… There’s a type of love there, Luna, more pure and primal than anything else… Would you not agree?” Luna shuddered underneath the queen, trying hard not to focus on the thought of being completely, totally, and utterly exposed to this devious creature.

“Ngh… Stoppit…” She panted, her hooves feeling much too weak to even raise up anymore.

“Oh, well , that was pathetic.” Chrysalis chuckled, her lips now nuzzling into Luna’s coat on her breast. She was slowly working her way downwards, heading for a place that Luna would just as soon not think about her going. “Do it again. I want to hear you complain.”

“Sh-shut up… You evil…”

“Evil what?” Chrysalis teased, grinning up at Luna.

“You bitch…”

“I’ve been called worse.” Chrysalis shrugged, her lips travelling lower. Luna had originally thought Chrysalis would feel much like a beetle, with a hard carapace and armored plating… Other changelings they had encountered certainly had all that. But as Chrysalis’ hot breath washed over her coat, her lips travelling lower and lower, Luna was shocked to find that she was actually kind of… Soft.

“Haah!” Luna suddenly gasped. Chrysalis gave a soft moan of approval from the spot low on Luna’s stomach, her lips brushing over the princess’ sensitive teat. “N-not there!” She whimpered, writhing on the ground. The bed was hard, but at least the grass cushioned her a little. It was not uncomfortable. At least she had that to be thankful for as this nightmare unfolded…

“Not where? Here?” Chrysalis opened her mouth, gingerly taking one hard nipple inbetween her pointy teeth. The flash of pain was soon followed by heat, and a helpless feeling of wetness from inbetween her haunches. “Clearly not, princess! Apparently you want it somewhere else.”

“N-no…” Luna panted, shuddering again. “Please, no…”

“Oh my!” Chrysalis reared up, her lips split in another devious grin. “That was absolutely beautiful. Say it again, Luna.” She was obviously enjoying herself. Her diaphanous wings fluttered with excitement as she grinned down at Luna.

“Please, stop this…” Luna panted, peering up at Chrysalis with half-lidded eyes.

“Hmm… Let me think about that…” Chrysalis stepped back the rest of the way, her hooves effortlessly kicking Luna’s legs apart. “How about no.” Recklessly, she leaned in and assaulted the epicenter of Luna’s dignity.

“Aah!” Pleasure and embarrassment crashed through Luna’s entire being, gripping her very core and holding her in place as she was subject to the rough treatment of Chrysalis’ tongue. Down there, where no princess in their right mind would ever consider letting any pony ever go, Chrysalis went to town.

“Hmmn… Haah…” Her tongue undulated smoothly against the soft folds of Luna’s marehood, lapping up every little bit of emission that the princess helplessly seeped. She couldn’t do a thing to stop it. It all just flowed fast and free, the pleasure coursing directly into the fatigued muscles of her stomach. She twitched each time Chrysalis brushed her swollen clitoris, and groaned whenever the queen shoved her tongue deep into the tight recesses of the prostrate princess’ core. Ruthlessly, and very much against her will, Luna was pushed further along towards the inevitable end…

“Haah! Haah! Chrysalis, s-stop! Please!”

“Mmnn… Haah… Slurp,” Chrysalis heedlessly pushed on, licking and flicking and caressing the depths of Luna’s marehood. Her juices flowed fast and free, shining against her coat under the light of the moon and the stars. She was lost. No hope. No nothing.

There was only the pleasure, and the embarrassment.

“Hmmm… Delicious.” Chrysalis licked her lips as she pulled away from Luna’s twitching center, grinning wickedly as she watched the helpless princess twitch and shudder on the ground. Chrysalis appeared empowered, emboldened by the act. She had just fed off of Luna in more ways than one. “I can feel it, Luna… Can you not? The love you’re giving me? Well, not giving, but certainly given. One way or another…” She grinned, keeping Luna’s hind legs spread wide as she slowly re-adjusted. “You’re not done giving yet, either… We have a long, long way to go yet… Hrmm… HAAH!” In a flash of green magic, Chrysalis did the last thing Luna would ever have expected…

“Is that…”

“This is, indeed, a penis.” Chrysalis grinned. In a flash of green magic, the queen had grown male genitalia, the black flesh of her erect phallus shiny and smooth like the rest of her… Apparently, Chrysalis wasn’t going to settle for just using her hooves or her tongue. “And I plan on fucking you dry, Luna… In more ways than one, I’m sure.” She chuckled at her own joke, leaning in to kiss Luna firmly. The musky scent of her own arousal stained her tongue as Chrysalis forced her way inside, wrestling Luna’s slick appendage into submission. The princess of the night could only lay there while Chrysalis kissed her, their saliva mingling together as it slid down her muzzle.

Chrysalis re-adjusted until the head of her synthetic member dangled precariously above Luna’s exposed lips, her head already drooling a fair amount of pre onto the pink, wet pussy below. Luna could feel the small amount of liquid dripping onto her sensitive core, plopping down on her clit and sliding over the wet flesh of her flared lips. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could handle the embarrassment, the shame…

Shame. Regret. Remorse. These were not feelings Luna was unused to.

“So,” She grunted, her eyes opening fully for the first time. “You want to fuck me?” Chrysalis blinked down at her, taken only slightly aback.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t… It’s more than that, though. It’s a matter of survival, my princess… If I don’t, I won’t have enough love to live.”

“Trust me, you buggy bitch,” Luna growled. Chrysalis’ eyes widened with fear, even as Luna’s own changed… The circular iris was gone, replaced by a vertical one. Luna’s mane began to grow darker, her coat deepening from purple to black… “You’re going to get more ‘love’ than you can handle.”

“Wha- AUGH!” Chrysalis cried as the blast of dark magic lifted her off her hooves. Darkness, blacker than night, deeper than the shadows on a moonless night, burst forth out of Luna’s prone body. Strength, and unholy rage fueled by regret and anger, flowed into her muscles. She rolled to her hooves, throwing her mane regally into the air. As it crossed the starry sky, it painted itself with the constellations and pinpoints of burning light. It became less stable, more ephemeral and mist-like atop her head. Her coat was almost completely black now, her form slender and toned, sleek and muscular. Dark armor, blacker than black, hugged her body, and her reptilian eyes glared down at Chrysalis.

“What… What are you…”

“WHO.” Luna boomed, slowly advancing on the prone changeling queen. “THE PROPER QUESTION IS -WHO- AM I?” Her head rose, dignified and regal, enhancing the look as she peered down her muzzle at the helpless queen beneath her. “THE ANSWER TO WHICH IS THIS:” Luna leaned down, her lips split in a wicked grin. “I am your worst nightmare.”

“What are you… AUGH!” Chrysalis grunted as Nightmare Moon smoothly straddled her hips, adjusted, and slammed her core down onto the synthetic member she had given herself. “S-stop! Stop this madness!”

“I SHALL NOT!” Nightmare Moon’s royal voice rippled across the clearing, flattening the grass away from them in a circle. “THOU SHALT PAY FOR TAKING ADVANTAGE OF US!”

“RRGH! Stop it! If I’m not taking, then I can’t live!”

“Then take it all!” Moon glowered down at the queen, rocking her hips back and forth. “Take as much love as you can handle, you fiendish tyrant!”

“Hrngh! Stop! Stop mov-ving?!”

“I won’t stop until you’ve fed enough, Chrysalis.” Nightmare Moon growled again, her hips rocking back and forth smoothly. “Not until you’ve taken every last drop you can handle.” She started lifting them, sliding the fake member in and out. Chrysalis gasped and arched her back, sliding that much further inside. “Because once you have,” Nightmare Moon’s hooves planted firmly on the queen’s stomach, pinning her to the ground with a firm touch. “I’m going to drown you in it.”

“S-stop… Oww…” Chrysalis groaned.

“Ow? Are you in pain? Do you not like the feel of our pussy?” Nightmare Moon’s lips curled apart, revealing her own pointy teeth. “This is not what you wanted? To fuck us dry, as you said?”

“N-not like th-this!” Chrysalis gasped, her hooves scrabbling in the grass. She tried to get up, to crawl away, but with the glowing of her horn, Nightmare Moon pinned her in place.

“Ah, ah… You’re not going anywhere, Chrysalis… Not until I’ve had my fill.” Nightmare Moon continued riding the synthetic cock Chrysalis had devised, her juices flowing freely down the black, smooth shaft… Chrysalis’ expression turned up in a pained sort of look, her cock jumping with the throbbing blood pumping through it. She was nice and thick, exceptionally long, and oh so fun to ride. Nightmare Moon really began enjoying herself, riding that thick dick with all she was worth.

“S-stop… I’m…”

“You’re what?” Nightmare Moon glowered, grinding her hips against the base of the shaft.

“I’m cumming…”

“Inside? That won’t do. Here. Feed off of your own love.” Nightmare Moon smoothly pulled herself up and off, her magic keeping Chrysalis pinned while her hooves slid up and down the thick, pulsing shaft. She angled the glistening cock upwards, stroking smooth and fast.

“Aahn! NO! AUGH!” Chrysalis gasped as the slit at the tip of her head burst with her orgasm. Seven thick, goopy strands of white cum spurted out, covering her black body. The way the white stood out against the black and green made the sight all the more shocking, the definitive contrast rather alluring in a sick, twisted sort of way. Panting, Chrysalis’ muscles relaxed, and she sagged down into the ground.

“Not yet, Chrysalis.” Nightmare Moon growled, straddling her once more. Ruthlessly, she speared herself on the shaft once more, grinning down at the pain and pleasure apparent on the changeling’s face. “I’m not nearly done with you.”

“S-stop…”

“Not. Yet.”

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“Princess Celestia! She’s back!”

“What?!” Celestia immediately shot to her hooves, eyes wide with shock. “Is it true? Has Luna returned?”

“N-not Luna, my princess… It’s…” The guard pony that had unceremoniously burst in on the meeting between Celestia and some high-brow government officials from Trottingham shuffled his hooves, looking both fearful and apprehensive. “It’s… You-know-who…”

“No… Nightmare Moon has returned?”

“It cannot be!” One of the dignitaries gasped, raising a hoof to her mouth.

“Yes, princess…”

“I must go. My sister needs me.” Celestia spread her wings and flapped across the table, leaving the meeting without so much as a second glance. Celestia had to see this with her own eyes. If Nightmare Moon had returned, this could be very serious… At the same time, Nightmare Moon was Luna, her sister. After the news returned from the everfree forest, how the attack had been mostly successful, but Luna had been lost in the battle, she had despaired. The four days of worry and depression had taxed heavily on Celestia. She hadn’t slept. She could hardly eat. To hear that Luna was back, even if it was as Nightmare Moon, was the best news she had had all week.

She easily out-paced the guard pony, running as fast as her hooves could carry her. Which was very, very fast. Thundering down stairs and through doors, Celestia made her way onto the palace grounds, looking towards the southern skies.

“By the heavens,” She muttered, looking at the approaching black mare. “You’re back.”

“Sister.” Nightmare Moon landed smoothly on the cobblestone path. Her horn glowed dark with the energy of her magic, which was obviously supporting the massive black ball of dark energy beside her. “I have returned.”

“I see that… Do I have need to worry?” Celestia asked, her defenses raised. Nightmare Moon returning was reason for worry on many, many levels. Nevermind she appeared to be using a very powerful, dark form of magic.

“Hardly,” Nightmare Moon barked a laugh that was both frightening and light-hearted at the same time. “I learned my lesson the first time. Trifle not with my sister and her powerful student, or her friends. I mean you no harm… This unfortunate soul, though…” Celestia watched as the brilliant, dark ball of energy descended to the cobblestone walk leading up to the palace. “Could certainly use a lesson or two on what ‘love’ is.” The dark ball disappeared with a shimmer, revealing the creature inside.

“Luna, is that…”

“Chrysalis. Queen of the changelings. Former queen of the changelings, now…”

“And is she covered in-“

“Cum. Lots of it.”

“Uh huhn…”

“Here’s the fun part. She’s going to need more, or she’s going to die…”

“More cum?” Celestia blinked.

“More… Ahem… ‘Love.’ As it were.”

“And who, pray tell, is going to give her more… ‘Love?’”

“You… Me…” Nightmare Moon shrugged, glancing over Celestia’s shoulder. “Them.” Celestia glanced at the massive unit of guards thundering across the grounds towards them. They all fell into formation around them, surrounding Celestia, Luna, and the sticky form of Chrysalis on the ground. “Every pony.” Luna gestured in a wide arc with a hoof. “Any pony.”

“Uh huhn…”

“If we don’t, she’ll die.” Nightmare Moon shrugged a shoulder, glancing down at Chrysalis. The queen was slowly dragging herself across the ground towards the black mare, whimpering and moaning.

“Please, princess… Give me more…” She muttered, the holes in her hooves leaving white, goopy strands of cum on the ground as she crawled closer.

“See? Chrysalis used to boast how the love of Equestria could keep her and her changelings fed for eternity…” She batted away Chrysalis’ hoof carelessly, raising her head again.

“Now the love of Equestria is going to be the only thing keeping her alive…”

“Indeed.” Nightmare Moon grinned at Celestia. “Plenty of ‘love’ to go around.”

--------Notes from the Author--------

Fuck me, that was dark and hard.

Just like Chrysalis’ cock!

*Ba-dum tish!*

Sigh… Why the fuck did I write that?

Took me a while to write, surprisingly enough. I attribute this to a complete lack of motivation last night, and utter boredom tonight. I had nothing to do BUT write, that, and smell this god-awful smell… We’re replacing some grease trap lines close to the security office, and the stench is worse than death.