General Record

>Be Anon

>Visiting relatives in Canterlot

>Just chilling around, thinking about going to a wonderbolts exhibition

>Anywhere that isn't around those annoying as fuck cousins of yours

>And what the fuck is even up with this shield?You know about political stuff, you even are running for mayor of Trottingham, but you haven't heard of any crazy threats.

>Probably just paranoid Celestia, with the Royal Wedding and all

>Walking along road

>Holyshitthat'scadence.avi

>She looks at you and grins

"Hey, I heard about you! You're Anon."

>Beingnoticedbyaprincess.jpg

"It's an honor! A princess such as yourself! And a bride to be, no less! It's wonderful to meet you."

>She smiles at you

>A strange, smug smile

"So-"

>You try to start the conversation back up again

"What's up with this shield? It's like, paranoia, am I right? I've seen the archives, I know about the communications, and it seems to me that this 'threat against canterlot' is a bunch of bull"

>She tilts her head a bit

"Follow me. It may have been stricken from the record, but there is definitely something up. And as someone with access to the archives, you may be able to help."

>Anything to excuse being away from family longer.

Cont'd. Sorry for slowness.>Following her

>Enter the inner castle

>Walking through a hallway

>Stop by a door

>It appears to be her room

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>Open the door

>Get on the floor

>Everybody walk the dinosaur

>Walking into her room

>She locks the door

>She turns to you

>Something is wrong

>VERY WRONG

>You look nervously at her eyes, and horn, now glowing green

"Is this... What did you bring me here for?!?!"

>She opens her mouth, and her words are a different voice, a deep, sultry, and hypnotic voice that is clarity itself

>"Nothing is wrong"

>You relax and realize that she must be telling the truth

>Princesses don't lie

>Especially not ones this beautiful

>Someone with eyes like these wouldn't lie

>"Now tell me... Who are you?"

>Your mouth starts moving on it's own accord

>You couldn't stop it if you tried

"My name is Anon. I am a mayoral candidate for the next Trottingham election. I am here on a visit to my family."

>She smiles, and you see a small pair of fangs

>You don't care. She would tell you if something was amiss

>"To what extent can you access public data?

>You keep speaking, mechanically

>You must keep her verbally satisfied. There is no alternative.

"I have complete visual access to all messages sent minus those sent to and from Celestia herself."

Cont'd>She shows a fanged smile

>"You could be of use to me. A little drone. A bug, if you will, to see and report. You know, I prefer conditioned ponies over changeling drones. Changeling drones do only what they are told. Ponies are more skilled. They take initiative, dare, innovate. You know, the only difference between a drone and a queen is more of your equine DNA, and less of the genes of a chameleonic insect from which we descend."

>You are drinking her words up

>They flow through your mind like sweet nectar, filling every crevice and nook

>You know instinctively what to say

"Whatever you command, my queen. I shall do as you say."

>"Oh, I love the enthusiasm. You stallions can be so submissive. Far more than mares. You know, that Cadence was completely alert the entire time. But it was easy to get her into the underground, and easy to make sure that she couldn't find her way out. I have my ways. Everyone succumbs eventually."

>She winks

>"Listen very carefully. When you leave this room you will never mention what has transpired. You will leave this place within three days, and in four days at the hour of midnight, you will meet me under the trottingham clock tower to receive orders, and a... gift of sorts. From there I will tell you exactly how you shall ascend to the rank of mayor and beyond, and what you shall do with that power to advance the goals of the swarm."

>You nod

"Yes, my queen. Anything for you.

>She is pleased with your complacency.

>"But there is one thing. You see, my powers are sufficient to destroy memories or cause small bouts of subservience, but within days many will come to there senses, and none obey me for months without extreme and frequent conditioning. There is something more, though. You ponies are driven by evolution. You seek pleasure. And organisms like stallions will always do something that brings them pleasure. It's a fact of survival."

Cont'd>She looks at you with a lusty and powerful smirk.

>"Stallions like to fuck, anon. And it will make you far more obedient if you are getting that reward for your subservience. I have my methods of making sure that you shall do as I command. I think you will find them quite enticing."

Cont'd>Her horn glows green

>You are filled immediately with a primal lust

>It is a glorious combination of the sweetest treasure and the deepest hunger

>"Well, Anon. What are we waiting for?"

>You immediately leap towards her hindquarters

>Pure instinct takes over

>You plunge your dick into the nearest hole

>This happens to be her pussy

>It is loose for a split second, then grasps your shaft with the force of an industrial compressor

>Her insides begin to undulate, giving your dick a sensual massage

>You fear that you will soon orgasm, but she slows down and stops at a masterful pace, leaving you right on the edge

>Suddenly she lets go and turns, horns aglow, shifting form into what appears to be spitfire

>She takes your cock in her mouth and acrobatically moves you both onto the bed and exposes her pussy to your face in one move

>You lunge forward to taste and are pleasantly surprised

>It tastes less salty and more sweet, and is quite thick

>Her juices begin to lull you into a robotic state of licking and slurping, while her mouth pleasures your cock

>You cum within a minute

>She turns, and now she is the mare who you lost your virginity to in magic school

>Even after your orgasm you are stuck in a primal state, there until she deems fit for you to leave it

>She turns and sits on your tip, sliding onto your dick like a glove

>You plunge up and down, up and down, and she gives you that same grin, barely showing a pair of fangs

>She shifts and shifts>She is Celestia

>Then you neighbor from Trottingham

>Your sexy older sister

>The nameless mare that fills your wet dreams

>And finally Chrysalis

>The elegant queen, taking you inside herself

>When it comes, it is glorious

>She clamps down on it and undulates, milking you of every last drop

>It has finally been done

>Your eyes flutter, filled with exhaustion from what has just been done.

>"So... I didn't expect... to get so much love out of that one."

>You are filled with a happiness that comes from satisfying your queen

>You drift off in each others arms

>When you awake, you shall clean up and prepare your belongings. The clock tower awaits.