My Little Slaves - Chrysalis 5

By SiM-Orphans
Created: 2020-12-03 06:28:52
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anon chrysalis sim sim orphan

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Chrysalis Domination pt. 5 - Hatefuck
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GRENADIERAPPLE
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http://pastebin.com/Rjfa6JUg
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Posted on Apr 8th, 2014
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Copied on Apr 15th, 2014
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>Anyway, before that little interruption
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>you recall you were in the middle of administering some -iscipline
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>on your way back in, you point at the purple-maned pone struggling to massage his stuffed stomach
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"Fetch me if something crawls out of him chewing on his heart,"
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>the guard nods and stands at attention
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>you get most of the way through the door before leaning back out and looking at the other guard
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"Oh, and by the Moon and Stars, knock next time. Have some courtesy."
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>you slam the door behind you, giving the black mare in chains a beatific smile
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>she's shifted back, but her thighs are still slicked from your ministrations
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>that won't do
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"When did I tell you to change back? I don't remember that."
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>she gulps and wordlessly shifts back, your ruler physically imposing as ever even in those heavy chains
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>after a moment's hesitation, she tests the waters
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>"Did she... was it... what did she say?"
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>if Nightmare Moon ever sounded that meek, you'd kill her without hesitation
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>you're pretty sure she's incapable of that sort of softness and timidity
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"Don't worry about that. None of your concern."
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>you take the hydra's heart from the table, looking it over
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>it's dried and rubbery, and smells a bit like swamp
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>but if you can't trust a masked foreigner peddling drugs, who can you trust?
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>you rip a chunk of flesh off and pop it in your mouth
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>it's tough and surprisingly spicey, so you talk while you chew
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"Now. There are two ways out of this for you. Learn or fail."
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>you put the rest of the heart down and reach overhead, swinging the chains through hooks and holders
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"Failing is easy. Just say the word and I'll stop. Then I'll squish you under my boot like any other bug."
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>you manage to get two lengths wrapped around each other and you curse under your breath
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>the other dungeon is nicer, they have this whole setup on levers
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"I'd rather not do that. I still hold that you could be an asset. I'd much rather you learned."
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>you manage to get the ties untangled and set back to work letting slack into the lines
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"Do you remember what you're supposed to learn?"
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>she recites it, almost word for word
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>a little haltingly, but she manages
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>"If I want love, like all the others, I have to earn it. I have to be loyal to you. Not anyone else. Me."
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>you let the chains go, and the tension holding her neck and forehooves up disappears
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>she crashes to the ground, front legs weak from six days' worth of neglect
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>your belt buckle clinks to the ground in front of her
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>when she looks back up at you, she has to stare past your cock to meet your gaze
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"Good. Let's begin."
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>The Princess of the Night is licking your balls
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>sure, it's just a shallow copy of her
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>but as she kisses and huffs her warm breath on them, suckling on one, occasionally running her tongue along the underside of your shaft
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>you couldn't give a damn about whether it's the "real" Nightmare Moon or not
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>she kisses around the base, leaving a ring of wet marks as she slobbers on your knob
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>you run a hand through her murky hair and grab it tight
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>you give it a tug and guide her lips to the head
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>and as she starts to slurp on you
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>you focus all of your concentration on remembering everything she's responsible for
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>the personal slights, the degrading names, the menial tasks
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>you blame her for the crop crisis and the frequent uprisings
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>as her tongue swirls around your member, you rage at her disinterest in anything other than pain
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>while her lips are gliding over your shaft, you're fuming about the rampant corruption among the guards
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>Chrysalis-as-NMM gags a little, and you don't know whether it's because you're facefucking her or because your disgust is that bitter
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>you pull out of her mouth, a thin rope of saliva connecting the two of you
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>she looks up and you open-palm slap her
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>it's her fault you're like this
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>you were never like this before you came here
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>...were you?
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"Celestia."
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>you walk around behind her, giving her a sharp slap on the ass in passing
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"I said Celestia!"
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>there's a flash of green fire, and the black creature is replaced by her sister
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>not just the cooing white mare upstairs, either
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>this is Celestia when she was a Princess
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>you take your place behind her, yanking her tail up roughly
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>there is no warning, no need to go slow
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>you drive home in one thrust, eliciting a startled shriek from the solar ruler
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>as you withdraw, there's little resistance
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>the mare looks back to you, doe-eyed
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>fuck her
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>fuck her and her weakness, her carelessness, her complacency
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>you ram her again and she winces
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>over and over
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>every time she flinches, you think to yourself, "good"
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>every hiss of pain or squeak as you slap and grope her soft, plump behind is completely justified
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>despite herself, you can feel a wetness as you thrust, a familiar milking sensation
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>a yank on her tail earns you a harder squeeze
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>as does another slap on the other cheek
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>you dig your nails in as you think about how for a thousand years, she'd been idle, doting on her precious subjects until they became weak and helpless
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>a loud groan and a spray of mare-cum signals her crossing the line ahead of you, the needy pull of her pussy soon coaxing a generous helping of your seed into her
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>Chrysalis huffs, her borrowed white wings slowly folding back in from full spread
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>"M... may I--"
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"No."
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>you wander back around to the table, measuring out a few drops of the red potion which you dump into a liberal goblet of wine
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"Octavia."
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>you hold the pewter container up, wondering what it would do to the shackled pone
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>"Wh-who-"
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"The maid."
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>another flash of green light, and your faithful servant is chained up, a line of tears down each cheek to drop onto her uniform
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>ignoring the tears though, her stoic expression is spot on
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>damn but that hydra heart works fast
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>any other day and you'd need to pause and recover
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>you stomp back and shove her onto her ass
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>bending over her, you move yourself into position, then pin her hooves under your hands
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>you lean in, and...
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>and you...
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"Fuck...fuck you. Twilight."
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>the flames don't even tickle as a purple unicorn stares up at you, wide-eyed and terrified
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>you thrust into her, telling yourself that the real Twilight wouldn't have that pleasure undercutting her suffering
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>you focus on how pathetic she is
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>how for all her knowledge she couldn't find one of the million answers that would've stopped her own enslavement
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"Pinkie Pie!"
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>you don't even break pace anymore
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>sociopathic simpleton, too focused on frivolity to recognize the world falling apart around her
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"Applejack!"
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>stubborn, pig-headed, obstinate bitch
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>too self-absorbed to even learn to bow when it became obvious you were in charge
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>you feel her release against you, and you groan as you come dangerously close to peaking again
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>you lean back, releasing her front legs
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>and as soon as the bug pretending to be your slave rises to one elbow, you grab her and roll her over
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>you run your prick between those two plumped up cheeks, the mix of pre and her own juices coating her puckered ponut
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"Rarity."
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>the marshmallow pone lets out an un-ladylike whine as you stuff her backdoor
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>self-absorbed, egotistical, undeserving noveau riche
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>not even worthy to lick your boots
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"Fluttershy."
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>you grab a handful of the pink mane as soon as it materializes, tugging it viciously as you pound her ass
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>she squeaks with every thrust, though the barest of smiles on her face reminds you
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>reminds you that this is not your Fluttershy
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>but god do you hate the way she simpers, the way she appeases, the way she lets you dictate every facet of her life
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>you didn't even need to have her enslaved to do that, she's such a weak-willed coward
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>you feel her whole body shiver, that has to be at least orgasm number five
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"R-rainbow Dash!"
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>you pin the sky-blue pegasus' wings to the ground as you near the home stretch, and she lets out a squeal far more pain than pleasure
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>willfully ignorant, unmotivated, utterly self-important waste of feathers
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>what a top
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>fucking
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>cunt
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>you can't take it anymore
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>a second round of your jizz coats her insides as you let out a primal shout
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>the pounding in your ears seems to ebb and suddenly it's a lot easier to hear her pants, her coughs, her sniffles, her groans and moans
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>you blink a couple times
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>holy shit, that may have been a bit much
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>you put your hand beside "Rainbow Dash"'s hoof and push yourself up to your knees
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>time for the payoff
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>you stagger a little bit as you make your way to the table where you left the goblet
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"On your hooves."
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>you make your way over to the dripping multicolored mare, her legs still separated by the spanner bar
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>she crawls exhausted to all fours, exhausted and scared
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"Did you get so much as a whiff of love?"
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>you growl, staring down at the pegasus who refuses to meet your eyes
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>she just shakes her head
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"And now the all-im-fucking-portant question:"
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>you hold both hands out to her, offering her to answer at her leisure
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"Why?"
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>"Be...because I wasn't me."
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>you scoop the goblet up and carry it back to her, clapping your free hand against the back of the one carrying the wine
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"Excellent. So let's rectify that."
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>you bring her chin up to look at you
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>she's waiting on you to give her the go-ahead
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>that's what you like to refer to as "improvement".
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"Take your own form, Chrysalis."
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>her name has barely left your mouth and she's back to her true self
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>you bring the chalice to her lips and she gulps it down like it's the last water in the Saddle Arabian desert
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>when you tilt it up for her to get the dregs, she actually pushes her nose into it, lapping at every drop she can reach
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>when you're satisfied she's gotten what she can from it, you take it away
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>you can tell it's not sitting quite right with her
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>she wants more
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"Was that not enough?"
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>the right answer to your question is obvious
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>the correct one is irrelevant
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>"It was what you gave me. What more could I ask for?"
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>and that
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>deserves a reward
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>not much of one, don't want to spoil the deposed queen
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>but you brush her hair aside and give her an affectionate peck on the cheek
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"Good answer."
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>you've never seen pupils dilate like that
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>you don't know whether it's the drugs or the beginnings of Stockholm
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>but whatever the cause, it's good news to you
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>so why aren't you elated?
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>you walk down the cell block, past the egg-pregnant stallion, and climb the stairs with the distinct feeling you should be happier
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>oh well... time to see whose skulls need bashing