Chrysalis delivers a message

‘I deserve better than this,’ the queen of the changelings thought to herself angrily as she flew through the crystal city disguised as a small raven. She should be ruling over hordes upon hordes of changeling soldiers and an empire the likes of which the world had never seen, but instead, she was relegated to a mere messenger pony.

She arrived on the window sill of the dragon’s bedroom and was greeted with the unpleasant noise of the dragon’s snoring. She supposed she should be glad that she wasn’t the one who had to sleep with that filthy beast. Her poor comrade was sprawled alongside that useless idiot, still disguised as her vapid counterpart. Making her way over to the bed, she not so gently pecked Nightmare Rarity on the arm.

“Yeow,” she gasped, sitting up and seeing the black and green raven perched onto the bed, instantly recognizing who it was.

“You took your time getting here,” she said impatiently; a week had passed since they had acquired and replaced Rarity. Chrysalis however only gave her a look, not wanting to speak with the slumbering dragon right beside them. Sighing, Nightmare Rarity got to her feet and made her way out of the room, snapping her fingers to put on a dressing gown.

It was still dreadfully early in the morning and as such, the halls of the palace were deserted apart from the bimbos they called guards. Said guards were completely subservient to who they believed was their mistress and as such did nothing to disturb her. Nightmare Rarity made her way down the halls until they found a spare room, one of many excess living rooms that had been built by a particularly vain ancestor of the princess. Perfect for a secret meeting.

"You two," Nightmare Rarity barked, snapping her fingers at two royal guards in the hall. "Guard this room and do not let anypony in."

"Yes mistress," they replied, saluting in unison. With privacy achieved, Chrysalis returned to her normal form, that being of a voluptuous, yet malicious changeling queen. They both took an old, but comfortable armchair each for their meeting.

“Finally, it always feels good to be in my own skin,” the changeling moaned, stretching her legs.

“I’ve never found it much of a problem. Perhaps you’re not as good of a shapeshifter as you think,” Nightmare Rarity said with a smirk. She was often all too keen to rub her powers in the face of the changeling queen, much to her own frustration.

"Perhaps if I had access to that precious Root of yours,” she muttered to herself.

“In any case, I imagine the Time Master has a message for me? I can’t imagine she would have sent you here if not.”

“You need to disable and neutralise the other Root wielders so that the Time Master can kidnap the dragon himself,” Chrysalis said, yet her voice contained just a note of bitterness that Nightmare Rarity picked up on.

“Hmm, is that my order? Well, in this form, I could probably get them all to jump off a cliff or lock themselves up with just an order... But I suspect that could cause some problems with my dear 'Spikey-Wikey'. Perhaps I could use your help with that," Nightmare Rarity suggested, snapping her fingers and summoning a glass of wine into her hands.

“My help? Whatever do you need my help with? Surely you can handle this yourself?" Chrysalis asked her.

"I could, but there's more to this than simple aid. You and I may agree that we do not want this dragon to enslave us and make us into nothing more than his personal vapid whores, but we are both very ambitious. I don't believe either of us enjoy being under the Time Master's thumb," Nightmare Rarity mused, gently swirling her drink.

Chrysalis was now growing curious, a few fingers drumming against the armrest as she considered what she was saying. "Well I won't deny I'm getting quite irritated at being treated as a common messenger. I am a queen and I should be treated as one."

"I thought as much. I have no interest in doing whatever they say, either. I don't have any desire to be a hero, and I may not want to be a **** of this dragon's harem. But I think being the mistress could be a very exciting proposition, and perhaps there's a place for us to share that power." Nightmare Rarity suggested with a sadistic grin. Chrysalis was finding the suggestion quite appealing, a similar grin forming on her face.

"An interesting proposition. If we were the ones to master the power of these Roots, we could take control of not only Equestria, but the entire world in less than an hour,” Chrysalis thought to herself. She could picture it now, the whole world would be theirs and their power absolute. All their enemies broken into **** mewling sluts, Celestia little more than a big titted whore, Twilight would have her mind drained out of her bimbo cunt, and Cadence would be turned into a mewling slut... which actually would be not too different from how she was now.

"But how would I know if I can trust you?" Chrysalis snarled, folding her arms over her massive breasts and raising an eyebrow. "I would be hardly surprised if you sought to make me another one of the slaves in the harem once I've outlived my usefulness. It's what I would do, after all."

"Well then, you're fortunate that I am quite similar to my counterpart in some ways. I do enjoy the company of my friends, and I would want to count at least one person as my ally. A loyal ally who I can release my pent up generosity towards by rewarding ever so handsomely. Perhaps that would be a position you would enjoy?” Nightmare Rarity mused, an almost pleasant smile on her face.

“And what if I tell the Time Master about all of this?” Chrysalis challenged, testing just how far she could test her.

“Then I’ll erase your mind right here, or failing that, tell my darling ‘Spikey-Wikey’ that I saw that awful Chrysalis nearby and wouldn't it be so sexy if he could ask a simple question that would bend her to our will right here and now," Nightmare Rarity pointed out, putting on a pitch-perfect imitation of her counterpart as she did so.

"Alright, I admit it, you've got me there. So I guess I'm accepting, but what about the other Root wielders?" She asked, only to receive a dismissive hand wave.

"That will be easy enough, darling. In this form, three of the five element bearers will obey my every instruction, and dear little Fluttershy is of course not important in the slightest,” Nightmare Rarity said with a chuckle. One that Chrysalis, unknowingly influenced by the Root of Laughter, happily joined in.

"Indeed and with the wielder of the Root of Magic already captured, that only leaves the dragon himself, but we should probably make sure those two alicorn bitches are loyal to us and us alone," Chrysalis reminded her newfound ally who nodded sagely.

Then she smirked slyly. "I almost forgot, Chrysalis darling, that I have a gift for you."

The sly tone intrigued Chrysalis, and she leaned forward almost like a child on Hearth's Warming. "Oh is that so, what did you have in mind?"

"Just this dear," she said, snapping her fingers and bringing an all too familiar face before the changeling queen. The Princess of Lust was summoned before her in a blink of an eye. Her tremendous ass and bountiful breasts had been **** into white lingerie. When she spotted the changeling queen, her eyes narrowed in pure disgust, and her horn lit up with magic, ready to fight.

"Cadence darling, remember what we talked about?" Nightmare Rarity interjected and just like that, Cadence's magic disappeared, though her eyes did not become any more gentle. When she spoke, it was with barely concealed hatred for Chrysalis. "Yes, my mistress."

"She'll do whatever you want Chrysalis, have fun."

A/N: Don't worry guys, Spike will still get Chrysalis as his sex **** soon enough, before the next vote chapter. Suggestions are still welcome as usual however. Especially as to what Chrysalis shall do to Cadence here.

Also I got an editor now. Thank you to That_Guy_You_Know for volunteering.

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