(Sincerest apologies to the previous anons - I had intended to use Dashie and have some Oviposition, but my current assets are very limited, and I couldn't quite make it look right. I still have the scenario in mind, it'll just take a while to do it properly. I hope this will suffice. <3 )
Angle 1: https://my.mixtape.moe/pqlrmi.webm
Angle 2: https://my.mixtape.moe/hgnqva.webm
No feeling would ever taste so sweet as victory to Queen Chrysalis. There were, of course, many more to come, but this one was so sickeningly sweet all the same. She had isolated her mark with vindictive precision, convinced her that her sweet little sister had been lured into the Changeling Queen's grasp with a well placed drone or two, and given her the option to exchange herself in return for the foal's life.
Predictably, she hadn't refused, nor had she wasted any time - her majesty had made quite clear that the presence of anyone but Applejack alone would be answered with the immediate execution of her sister. The doomed mare had presented herself precisely where she was meant to, even stripped herself bare when commanded to. The Black Queen relished in the steadily growing aura of terror about her prey, bathed in it as she was commanded to approach, to kneel. The farm mare took two steps forward, and faltered - she inquired, with a delicious spike of terror and trepidation in her voice, where her sister was. Chrysalis answered with steel. A blade humming with hellish potence swept around in a punishing arc of steel in a fraction of a second, a fan of crimson staining the air, and then seeping into the cold flagstone floor. There was a poetic justice in this, Chrysalis thought - the Changeling way was treachery, sowing mistrust and uncertainty. Honesty, therefore, was the first to die.
For a single heartbeat, there was silence, as Applejack stared in shock and horror, a venomous, thin smile stretching the corners of the Black Queen's lips. Her grace was trembling, delight and triumph in her eyes, a most vile, pure hatred welling up inside her. It was a feeling beyond the comprehension of the sane, more than animal rage or even violent psychosis. It was a twisted, overwhelming, yet calculated loathing for the dying pony standing there before her that reach…Post truncated. View full.