The Changed

(imagine S3 never ended with alicorn Twi for the sake of the story)

       

        As Twilight Sparkle woke up the morning she felt unusually groggy and bedraggled, Pinky’s Party being rather late in the night. But even in her less-than-chipper mood she still managed a sleepy smile; remembering all the fun she had at the party. Still collecting her memory she came to a realization.

        “Oh shoot, that’s right!” she said to herself, recollecting the fact that she had an assignment from Princess Celestia herself regarding the nature of the wildlife in Everfree forest with one of her friends. She had some reservations of this activity, sprouting from rumors of changeling activity in the area; however she quickly dismissed the notion,

        “I am the most magical unicorn in all of Equestira after all. I’m getting worked up over nothing.”

 

        Pleased with herself and her newfound courage she gathered a saddlebag full of observation gear; a pair of binoculars, a sketch pad and some extra pencils. Hefting the satchel on her back, she left the confines of her tree-library; taking care to write a note to spike explaining why she wouldn’t be there when he eventually awoke. After walking to the edge of Ponyville to meet Fluttershy for the day of study, Twilight walked up to the cottage’s front door, she knocked on the door and waited a few minutes, after the timid pony failed to greet her twilight shrugged and started heading into the woods, map in hand, to start plotting the course of her minor trek without the quiet pony compatriot.

        “It’s still pretty early, she could still be in bed, it’s not like I need her, and she would only slow me down anyway” she reasoned.

 

        After a few minutes of walking through varying sections of dim and brightly lit sections of foliage under the canopy of the large, almost daunting trees twilight thought it a good idea to sit down and try to find out where to begin. Spending quite a large amount of time looking at maps and charts she eventually finds that it’s difficult to keep her eyes open, the serenity of the small clearing she was in the forest, the birds and squirrels chattering and chirping,

        “it’s not like there’s anything to worry about, the dangerous animals come out at night anyway” She reasoned. Satisfied with her logic she sets her head down and closed her eyes, the idyll scene giving her another moment of satisfaction.

 

        The dream was not so forgiving. It began back in her bedroom of the library, but this dream was...wrong, something was not right, she felt trapped, an intuition that she needed to get out of this dream-house was overriding all logic. The windows were locked so she settled on trying the main door; it wouldn’t budge an inch. Realizing that it’s only a dream she concentrated on charging a basic magical bolt, something that no wooden door should be able to withstand. After a few seconds she shot a small orb of magic at the door, much to her annoyance it was absorbed right into the wall, leaving a faint scorch mark and a small trail of smoke on the impact site. Charging for a more ravaging magic attack to break the door down, and probably phase it out of the universe (had it been a real door) she suddenly was racked with pain, emanating both from her head and her core; breaking the charge for the attack. As Twilight fell deeper into pain, collapsing from sensory overload she began to develop a tunnel vision. Suddenly the world around her seemed to drop away, leaving her falling, blind and deaf, to her eventual doom. Waiting for the nightmare to end she continued, her body still wrecking in pain from an unknown assailant; she continued to fall, deeper and deeper, the only thing she was able to sense was her own pain, and her ears ringing; so very loud, almost like a swarm of locus, heading up over the horizon en-mass to devour everything in its wake. Then, she hit the bottom, and woke up.

 

Pain, her neck hurt, her head hurt, her body hurt, everything was screaming out in agony and torment. The type of pain that would make a god shed tears, so cry she did. She wept until coughs overtook her slender figure, choking on her own tears. After recovering from the pain and her emotional breakdown she did what every sensible pony would do, look around to try to get her bearings. Taking a brief moment to observe her surroundings she quickly came to an obvious conclusion,

        “I’m in a cave.” Using her horn as a magic torch she gave herself an once-over. She was covered in bruises and a few cuts on her face, which seem to be healing; hopefully they weren’t infected. There was also a sensitive spot on her neck, the joint where her vertebrae meet her shoulder-blade which she couldn’t explain, as there was a faint magical signature that she couldn’t interpret or identify. Leaving that fact behind her she tried to figure out the next logical course of action, try to find a way out.

 

        A small mountain’s worth of effort later and she was shakily on her feet, the need for safety overriding the still sore muscles. Groggily trudging through the cave system she comes upon a fork in the tunnel; still too weak to use any form of far-sight or location spells she settles on taking a rest and worrying about it a bit later, keeping a wary eye open for anything that would cause need for alarm.

 

        As her guard begins to drop she hears something, something faint, like a kicked rock. Instantly alert, she perks up her ears in an attempt to strain her senses to catch another sound, something to verify her suspicions that she was no longer alone in this unknown cave system. Her suspicions were confirmed, from both of her sides came slow steps, both synchronized, both looming ever closer. Twilight retreats into the last corridor that doesn’t appear to be occupied in an attempt to stave off the inevitable conflict, but in her slow retreat she notices, much to her dismay, that the hallway she entered from also appears to be occupied, judging by the ominous glow approaching from the other side of the corridor. Unable to do anything else, Twilight breaks down, not knowing what will happen to her once she is re-captured; the footsteps getting ever-closer, and the green glow growing more prominent; eventually forcing her to cover her tear-filled eyes and cower on her stomach against the floor, awaiting her kidnappers.

 

        She expects more pain, yelling, something hurting her, subjugating her to their malevolent whims. But no such wrath comes; the first physical contact she experiences is nothing but a gentle hoofed caress. Twilight flinched away from the gesture nonetheless, but the unexpectedness of the gentle action confused her to an enormous degree, pulling her hoofs away from her face to look at what creature could be responsible for acts of kindness in such an alien situation. Glancing upon her captor’s face turned her veins into ice and breath to be lost in the wind, the name that belonged to the face: Chrysalis.

 

        `“T-this can’t be, you were exiled after the wedding!”

        “Oh, and where do you think those who are exiled go?”        Twilight’s brain froze after once again hearing the changeling queen’s voice, an echo within each word making, it rasp with a demonic undertone. Unable to comprehend the situation, twilight begins to back away, wide eyed and mystified, only to hit a solid mass that wasn’t there 10 seconds ago, she realizes that she’s trapped between two changelings and their queen and a feeling of overwhelming dread washes over her, the queen laughs as Twilight lowers her head in hopelessness and submission to the situation.

        "Why, why have you done this to me?"     Twilight asks, tears streaming down her face.

        "You'll see soon enough, and when you do, you'll thank me"       the changeling queen replied.

 

        "W-what do you mean?"

        "Come, I'll show you, little one."      Being backed into a situation, twilight assessed her situation. Two large changeling guards behind her and the queen of them all to her front, 'maybe I can incapacitate the two and make a run for it' Twilight thought to herself, dejectedly she responded to Chrysalis, saying

        "I guess I don't have a choice in the matter"

        "Excellent, come with me."

 

        Being escorted down the dark passageway, Twilight decides that now is the best time to execute her plan. Charging up her horn she delivers two magic bolts to the faces of the two escorting guards, rendering them unconscious. Seizing her chance she runs behind away from Queen Chrysalis, stumbling over the downed bodies but keeping upright as she puts some distance between them. Queen chrysalis only looks over to the escapee before she begins to channel energy through her horn, illuminating it green. Twilight's shoulder tenderness flared up in crippling pain; tripping her up and causing her to writhe in pain.

        "Oh, I didn't expect my little pet to be so cagey, we'll remedy that in due time, I can assure you that; Twilight Sparkle."

 

        Twilight, still crippled in pain, was helpless as Chrysalis advanced on her.

        "Soon"  Chrysalis said,

        "You will forget all the pain you have experienced, you will know nothing but love, lust and the ethereal pleasure of knowing that soon, you shall surpass everything you have ever known."     a shiver ran down Twilight's back,

        "Surpass? I...I don't want any part in this, please; just leave me alone."

        "If that is what you wish, I suppose I cannot force you to do anything truly against your will, but be heeded, twilight, you will come back to me, and I will accept you; even for your misconducts. So run, run far away from this place, but do not forget to take my heed at heart; not all opportunities are so solidly stated, nor are they so easily retrieved once thrown away."

 

        The pain in Twilight's withers subsided, as did the aura around the horn of the Changeling Queen. Shakily Twilight got back on her feet, running blindly in the opposite direction. Looking behind her back she observed that Chrysalis isn't even trying to return the chase, but why? what did she mean by 'surpass all others' or 'Love and lust', what does she elude to?, it's too difficult to think, must continue to run. Completely blind in the sense of magical perception, she was not able to sense direction or rout to take, her magic muffled beyond basic use. Eventually she reaches an alcove, where the muted roaring of an underground waterfall in the distance, a natural aquifer that most likely carved out the cave system.

        "At least now I can rest." she said to herself, walking over to a section of the cave to drink her fill. After being satiated, she roamed the cave in an endeavor to acquire some form of food. To her surprise she discovered neat bales of hay and assorted oats, neatly packaged in the corner of the cave.

        "W-who could of done this, Chrysalis? but why?"         there was an interruption in her mind, an entity sharing it's own voice,

        "would anyone else? do you think I would be so cruel to starve you, young one? not while you have such a potential, such a destiny, ahead of you."

 

        Twilight couldn't take these...these mind games any longer. She snapped.

        "GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU WITCH, YOUR TORTURE IS UNYIELDING, FIRST YOU INVADE MY SPACE, NOW MY MIND!?! GET, AWAY, FROM, ME!"      as she finished she collapsed, once again, into a disheveled heap of tears and dirt. She listened in her mind for any form a response, but she only heard what seemed like a faint chuckle in response, afterwards the alien entity in her mind disappeared.

 

        Still recovering from her mental breakdown, Twilight decided that the best course of action was to just try to get something done. The food seemed mighty tempting, despite the fact that it came from her captor and nemesis. Choking back sobs she quietly set to the labor of eating, the task no longer bringing her any pleasure, only autonomous action; however this set her mind to peace, somewhat. As she suddenly found herself full, thirst quenched and a long day passed, her eyelids held heavy. Even with the constant loom of threat surrounding her it was impossible to keep awake for long afterwards. Fighting to keep her eyes open until the bitter end, she began to dream immediately after her eyelids finally won the inner battle.

 

        As was becoming accustom, she found no solace in sleep, it was a black nothingness, with no meaning, reason or existence. A complete and utter void, and yet, there she was, not in body but consciousness. But in the same way that she was here, there were others; for as her mind was penetrated in wake, it was in her sleep. Soon whispers of pleasure, power and fame began to surround her, and she was beginning to like it. The more of the unintelligible whispers she heard the more she strained to listen, soon the whispers gathered to a chorus, an ensemble of sweet nothings that was oh so tempting. The sound of her own pleasure collided together to form one phrase,

       

        "Wake up, young one."

 

        From black to grey, her eyes opened up to the dreary landscape of the cave's interior. The first thing she noticed was a wetness in between her legs,

        "That couldn't be from the precipitation..."     but before she could think any further her mind seized into a specific goal lodged deep in her mind, she was almost afraid of this, but when she finally gave in to her subconscious her mind was suddenly at peace. Letting one hoof fall in from of the other, her feet guiding themselves with an innate purpose,

        "It seems so natural"    she thought to herself as she trudged back into the cave network, heading back to where she ran from, to chrysalis. The realization sent her reeling in panic, yet she was was still too curious as to why her body is reacting like this, the dream long forgotten but the message it gave her mind, as well as her body, was far too deeply imprinted to be forgotten like a mere dream.

 

        The corridor begins to open outward, revealing a green glow in the background. She identified it as the queen's private chambers, the fact that she knew this was rather unsettling but she was far too deep down the proverbial rabbit hole to back away, and she knew that. Chrysalis appeared situated on top of a thick cushion, a grin of satisfaction on her face.

        "Ahh, so my little one comes back, accepting my offer of return I presume? Come here youngling, the process is almost ready to continue."

        "What do you mean, process?"     in response to Twilight's question, the Queen merely laughed, before replying

        "Why do you think you've been barely able to preform magic, how do you think I've been able to disarm you, both physically and mentally, penetrate your mind no less? I knew you sensed it long before, but never truly interpreted it's meaning; It was the first step. The bite on your neck, Twilight, that was the first step, my magic has been coursing through your veins for the last two days, slowing lowering your guard, allowing for fate to proceed as nature has intended."

        "Fate? why do you keep talking about me and a prophecy?"

        "Do you think that you being here is a mere coincidence? it isn't that simple, anything smart enough as you should know that, you're the unicorn with the highest level of pure magical capabilities in the entire world, I simply help you come to fruition, and in exchange you help us. We're a dying race, Twilight Sparkle, and we need a new ruler, I'm aging like any pony, albeit slowly, almost as slowly as your celestial goddesses, but I age nonetheless. Come, embrace your Queen, let my powers turn you into your true form, inhibitions unlocked.

 

        Twilight's mind is full of inner turmoil, it feels so natural, so...right, to do as she asks, and yet she knows that doing so will seal her fate. Finally she gives into herself, dissatisfied with herself, she dejectedly walks over to where Chrysalis lay, laying down against the thing that had kidnapped her in the first place. Her mind begging to stop this, yet her body remained noncompliance.

        "No, this isn't right" she thought to herself as Chrysalis' insectoid wings enveloped her, lighting off the nerves in her body, she began to cry, sobbing while her body betrayed her. Chrysalis was not heartless though. Quickly consoling her,

        "It will be all right young one, soon your inhibitions will release and you will know true joy and power" the minutes drug on, the purple pony making a light stain in the cushion they were on, but after the sweet nothing were said and done she pulled herself together and stifled her sniffling.

        "Are you ready, my child?"       Silence was the reply, Chrysalis tried meeting the eyes, bringing her head to the side in an attempt to have direct eye contact, but Twilight never reciprocated, she just turned her head in the opposite direction, this continued for a few moments before a very much defeated twilight answered,

        "J-just...get it over with."

 

        "I will try to make this as enjoyable as I can, but you must learn to love it yourself."        She said, bringing a delicate hoof down to mare's folds, Twilight gasped at the sudden contact; her body screaming for her to continue. In a desperate move to save her sanity Twilight shuts the world out, creating a sanctum where for her this isn't happening within her mind; but chrysalis cannot allow this and pulls her out of her own asylum, mentally saying,

        "You cannot run away from destiny, face it head on Young One, you may learn to find it pleasing, despite your intentions."       As the relay ended and she was dragged out of her mental fort she discovered that she was beginning to enjoy the attention that she was receiving. The small circles made by the queen were more than welcomed by her body and she began to pant, moisture dripping from her nether onto the floor below, leaving another stain on the cushion, although this one for a completely different reason. The Queen began to squeeze her wings around the horse, lighting off her nerve endings and creating a warm envelope around her.

 

        As the ministrations continued twilight noticed something else, the bite-mark making it's own feeling of pleasure. Much more than the simple contact can provide. The pressure from the bite mark traveling down her spine, causing unnatural shivers as the feeling traveled down her rump and situated over her already worked marehood. But that did not end there. Chrysalis, seeing that Twilight was enjoying herself, leaned forward with her neck, and gently bit down on twilight's ear, eliciting a loud moan from the unicorn and more pleasure as her nerves worked double-time to process all the sensations. The feeling of release was nearing, Chrysalis could sense it and worked even faster, she even began to grind herself on the pony underneath her; there was still work to be done though. Chrysalis, half moaning, called out to Twilight, asking,

        "My child, do you accept my gift to you?"       the reply was almost instantaneous,

        "y-yes, oh Celestia I do"

        "Than come, face me child, and worship your queen!."    Chrysalis released her hold on Twilight's ear and brought her free hoof over to twilight's face, pushing her head to meet her eyes, before chrysalis closed the gap, at this second, Twilight tipped over the edge, moaning into the Queens mouth, using this to her advantage Chrysalis began to explore the contents of Twilight's mouth, Twilight following suit. In the minutes that followed they just lay there, locked in a passionate embrace, Twilight found herself become sleepy again, still in the clutches of Chrysalis, but this was not surprise to the queen, They disengaged, leaving a thin trail of saliva between them, and twilight put her head down on the cushion, Chrysalis creating a larger mold of twilight's position behind her. stroking her main as she fell into the clutches of sleep, the last words she heard were

        "Sleep well, little one"

 

        The next Passage of time was one without substance, without meter to Twilight; she was neither awake, nor asleep. suspended within a small, bio-luminescent cocoon in the center of the queen's chamber. Providing an excellent centerpiece. There were other chambers in the hive, filled to the brim with empty sacks of similar design; but this one had intrinsic value to Chrysalis, for this is where the new queen will be hatched, the successor to the throne. The queen is not fit to be hatched with the rabble in the breeding pits, not while Chrysalis had anything to say in the matter. So there Twilight lay, suspended and in a state of hibernation, oblivious to the changes slowly being made to her body. The changes that will make her and the future of the changelings reach their full potential.

 

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