>The sky is getting dark.
>You're driving down the interstate after the previous toll booth practically robbed you of all your cash except like three dollars.
>Looking at how high the gas prices went up, betting on soon seeing a lower number out of luck if you keep driving.
>THAT many dollars a gallon, holy shit.
>It's okay, it'll go back down again in two weeks.
>At least you have your credit card to fill the tank up with as you turn off the off-ramp.
>You’ve already been on E for almost an hour after driving literally all day.
>Stupid cancelled flight.
>Wait a minute, that wasn't the off-ramp to the city bypass, that was the off ramp to 34th street.
>These are only a couple of the reasons why you're forced to be in this situation to begin with.
>Apartment townhomes looking almost like commie blocs are nearby.
>That was supposed to be the bypass getting you AWAY from this shit as soon as you saw them!
>Why did the GPS fuck you over like this?
>Desperately look for another on-ramp back to the highway so you can at least go back the other way a little bit so you're not in this part of town.
>The first was under construction/renovation.
>Engine starts making sputtering sounds of weakness.
>The sky gets darker.
>There's a gas station right there.
>Pull in and do what you need to do to fill the tank back up, ready to accept the bill.
>Card declined.
>What the fuck, why?
>This is THE most inconvenient time for your bank to pull this shit.
>Is it because you're making a purchase far from home?
>Is it because another payment needs verification that it was you?
>Did they see what you said online?
>The wait time to speak to a live representative on the phone might be too long to be sitting in a beat up hood parking lot, in a waaaaay less beat up looking car.
>Nevermind, the bank is closed at this time anyway.
>Your gun in the glove compartment only has so many bullets.
>The sky gets even darker.
>Use up the last three dollars in cash you have on gas.
>But this means you have to pay inside.
>So in your go after planning to fill the tank up with the tiny amount of gas that should be just enough to get you out of armed robbery zone for the night.
>It's gonna be F U N sleeping in your car then calling your bank first thing in the morning.
>Look over your shoulder every ten seconds, this is not the time nor place to relax.
>There's someone across the street having a bad hair day, looking right at you.
>They have a friend with them.
>There's no cashier or anyone working inside when you enter.
"Hello? I need to fill up my car."
>Someone in the back shuffles around as you keep peering out the window.



>The way the gas station cashier walks towards you with his head lowered and eyes glaring at you make you back away slightly.
>But he then goes behind the counter. "You locked your doors, right?"
>Look outside again to see bad hair day and friend sitting on the curb next to your car.
>The door is locked but your gun is still in there.
>No transaction you ever made in your life has ever been done this fast.
>If you think that was fast then wait till you break the world record of quickly driving out of somewhere.
"H-hey!" You burst out of the gas station, wishing you sounded less scared.
>Bad hair day glares right at you then stands up and walks away, followed by the friend.
>It was clear as you that you spent very little time filling up, and that you paid cash for it inside.
>Anyone with street smarts can put the pieces together: your relatively nice looking car ain't goin' far.
>The divider on the road forced you to drive further away from the highway before turning around.
>Nothing really happened yet, so it's not like you can call the cops.
>You DO have nearby friends to call, right?
>Anyway, your three dollars of gas gets you just far enough to know for sure you should no longer in armed robbery zone, bad hair day be damned.
>This semi-rural semi-residential area has a tiny convenience store that includes a gas station.
>You park in an abandoned parking lot that's next to it.
>Parking anywhere else would be too far from the gas station to get your car to before your last drop of gas you have left is gone.
>A little down the road closer to the highway on-ramp is what looks like a liquor store though it might not be; you didn't even pay attention to it the first time you drove past it.
>Because across the highway from it, perched high up on top of a distant hill, is the decaying roof of what must be an abandoned mansion or something, concealed by lots of trees.
>You saw it earlier and can still see the spooky looking outline of the roof from here for another minute or two before the sky finishes darkening.
>Keep your phone charged, you'll need it.
>Deciding against having gas station sushi for breakfast, you fall asleep in the back bench with the doors locked.
~


>Along with the occasional faint sound of the overnight 18wheelers passing by in the distance, crickets chirp outside; it's still way too early for birds to start joining in yet.
>Wake up a couple of times out of the back bench's lack of being like a bed.
>Start wondering about things as you lie awake trying to get back to sleep.
>Bad hair day didn't look like he owned a car, and there's no possible way he walked all the way out here just to rob you, that shit's not walking distance, it’s driving distance.
>You can't stop thinking about him and his tattered clothes, his dirty face, etc.
>Maybe you'll still dream about him and think he's right outside your car before your brain wakes all the way up.
>You're just glad you didn't become another statistic; the kind a lot of the news doesn't talk as much about despite the number being higher.
>Honestly, you could -maybe- take him in a fistfight, unless he's hopped up on crack or something.
>And you got a gun in case something goes awry for you.
>Keep wondering about all of this on and off as you drift in and out of sleep.
>Eventually stop thinking about it completely and fall half-asleep again to the crickets chirping outside in the pitch blackness.
>This goes on for what's probably close to an hour, maybe more.
>They all suddenly stop, which relieves you because now it's easier to sleep.
>Some more time must have passed, because you know you've been asleep for at least a couple of minutes.
>By happenstance, you slightly squint your eyes open once more like you've been doing occasionally for the past couple of hours.
>An unnaturally tall, dark silhouette stands right outside the opposite car window, leaning over with two dimly glowing green eyes glaring into the car right at you.
"FUCK!" Your heart jumps and you kick the door.
>This one's hair is different, drooping down in long dreadful locks, past thin arms perched on the side of the car.
>Squirm around and fumble your way out the back door on your side.
>No, you didn't stay inside the vehicle.
>No, you didn't go for the glove compartment.
>Your natural fight-or-flight response forced you into the latter before you had time to think about anything.
>It's not until after you got to your feet and ran a few steps did you remember your gun.
>Turn around and the figure is STILL there.
>Towering above the other side of your car, swaying back and forth with those glowing green eyes.
"What the fuck?!" You grunt and continue backing away before fleeing once more.
>Out of the parking lot and into the tall grass in the darkness.




>Had it not been for your car's interior light turning on because of the opened door, you wouldn't see where your car is, because the figure has now vanished into the pitch black night.
>Hiding behind tall blades of grass, you have never felt so hunted.
>Shiver in terror as the night breeze creeps up behind you.
>Minutes pass, and your fatigue inevitably starts setting in once more.
>But it's still somewhat held at bay due to your current situation.
>Stare back out at the car, often looking around in all directions for those eyes.
>The howling of the wind picks up and makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
>Do you just... go back to the car?
>...
>After what feels like forever waiting for something else to happen, you decide enough's enough and step back onto the cracked, lumpy asphalt of the abandoned parking lot.
>The bits of grass growing through it are nowhere remotely close enough to shield you from view.
>Your legs become weak and shaky.
>The dead silence of the night no longer has the chirping of crickets at all.
>Keep looking around your car for that tall figure.
>Nothing can be seen inside of your car; there's no way that thing could be in there without being seen.
>Keep walking towards the lit up interior of your car surrounded by the near pitch blackness of night.
>Only now have your eyes adjusted do you spot the distant street lamps that are too far away to run to in less than a whole minute of running through darkness.
>Even if you did run to them, where would you go then?
>There aren't even any overnight truckers driving by right now, unless you get lucky.
>Only now that your brain woke up all the way do you realize that the convenience store you're next to is completely dark now as well.
>How much gas do you have left?
>Is it even enough to drive down the street a little?
>Either way, standing out here in the open is a stupid move.
>You break for it and get back into your car, slamming the door behind you.
>Make sure five times that the doors are all locked, then go straight for that glove compartment after leaping into the driver's seat.
>It feels so much better to hold your gun in your hand.
>You take a deep breath and turn the key to the ignition.
>Nothing.
>Not even the fluttering of the engine failing to start, just nothing.
>You know for a fact your car didn't run out of battery too; something's horribly wrong.
>As you glance at the rear view mirror for a split second, you see a pair of green eyes glancing right back at you.
>The darkness of the closed up care makes it hard to easily see, but it’s the face of a woman, smiling unnaturally wide across her face with drapes of blue-green hair running down her face.



>You freeze for a second at the sight, unable to move as if her piercing glare turned you to stone.
>In the very next instant, you let out an ear piercing scream, jolt yourself forward and try your best to aim your gun towards the backseat where she is.
>A sudden slim but strong hand grabs your wrist and pulls your arm into the back of the car.
>You shriek at the top of your lungs, trying to pull the trigger but can't because you forgot to take the safety off.
>The woman was absolutely NOT a hallucination, she grabs you and pulls you closer to herself, easily so since you weren't wearing your seatbelt.
>You flail and panic as much as your body allows you to do so, screaming and hollering in horror with your armed arm in the tight clutch of this evil lady with glowing green eyes.
>Your free hand does not have access to your gun unless you turn around completely to reach it.
>Try to hit her but miss every time; watching her move your inner forearm towards her grinning smile of sharp teeth you just noticed.
>Try to pull away even harder before she can sink her teeth into you, but her hold on your arm is too strong.
>Scream in bloodcurdling agony, suddenly feeing a sharp stinging pain on your upper forearm like ten IV needles at once.
>You tremble and bleed like an animal being eaten alive by its natural predator, powerless to save yourself from your occurring injury.
>Let out more horrified screeches and cries, dropping your gun completely as your entire arm tenses up from the absolutely unbearable pain.
>Begin to get choked up with tears in your eyes, feeling all of your strength drain from your body.
>She continues to pull you around the driver's seat and closer to herself, now with less panicked resistance as your blood trickles and splatters all over the side of the seat and below.
>She puts her other hand behind your head as you desperately try to pull away and escape.
>Frantic whimpers escape you as your feet kick the steering wheel and cause the car's horn to honk, but there's no way anyone is around to hear it.
>You can't get her to let go of you, but you pull and pull anyway for dear life.
>Her terrifying smiling face is now inches from yours, those glaring eyes locked onto you.
>No matter how loud you scream and wish this was all a dream, it doesn't cease.
>Fucking DO SOMETHING
>Kick the windshield out, pick your gun back up, ANYTHING
>Fear and confusion overtake you, filling you with reasonless panic and squirming just like that wounded animal you KNOW you are.
>More and more of your energy drains away, and you get extremely dizzy and suddenly feel like you're about to pass out.
>Like her bite had potent venom in it.



>It's a whole lot easier for her to yank you all the way into the back seat with her.
>You're really beginning to become disoriented, completely at her mercy.
>"Don't worry, you'll love me in due time." Her chilling, two-toned voice sounds.
>You honestly can't even respond.
>Just lie there on your back, mind spinning and at a loss for rational thought anymore, breathing heavily but gradually more slowly as she positions herself on top of you, face to face with you.
>Her hot breath has some odd sweetness to it, and it calms you like some sort of novocaine.
>In your mind, you're still resisting, but you just don't know how to translate it into physically resisting anymore.
>Something in her sudden unexpected kiss on the lips forced you to forget.
>Her mouth is coated in your blood, and you're forced to taste it.
>The longer she kisses you... the better the taste of your blood becomes.
>She breaks the kiss, and your eyes have finally adjusted enough to make out her rather revealing attire inside the dark locked car.
>An excessively loose-and-open-at-the-top dress falling off of her shoulders is the only thing she seems to have on at all aside some sort of lone detached turtleneck collar.
>Her fully exposed cleavage freely entices you out in the open, with her dress so loose and open that her nipples are almost slipping out and you can see the top of her abdomen too.
>Can't stop staring at her excessively exposed chest, despite the pain in your arm that still lingers.
>But the pain has been weirdly numbing, and became less noticeable.
>She site you up against the side door, and directs your hands to her warm soft breasts to keep your attention aroused and on her before you can reach the door handle.
>She kisses your lips again, sedating you with her tongue and saliva.
>There is absolutely nothing you can think to do to escape, but your keep trying to think of a way out of this before she does anything else to you.
>Your arm has miraculously stopped bleeding, and the way you're registering and processing everything happening to you becomes more and more jumbled and confused.
>It's like your brain itself is shutting down, left with only this sudden arousal this monster lady is actively planting into you through her deep tongue kisses and other advances.
>After another couple of minutes, your instincts prompt you to start kissing her back, no longer remembering what fear even is at the moment.
>You're not even sure what your own name is right now; you've completely forgotten your own name.
>The urge to escape still persists in your mind, but you have no idea how you're going to pull it off at this point.



"Please..." You finally begin to beg, quietly blubbering the words out through quivering lips.
>"Silence." Commands Vampire Queen Chrysalis before going back to enjoying her prey she trapped in the cramped backseat of his car with her.
>Her prey is no longer resisting, bringing her to phase two of her love-feast.
>She deepens and deepens her long kisses into your mouth, making your eyes roll back as your brain scrambles while hopeless to think of an escape.
>You don't know when it was when you lost consciousness.
~
>Awaken with your head on its side atop a pillow, your other side of your face facing the ceiling.
>The sky outside is now pale gray in complete overcast clouds.
>It's probably sometime in the afternoon.
>A sound woke you up.
>Oh thank fucking god, it was all just a nightmare.
>But... you don't recognize this bedroom window.
>In fact, you don't recognize this room at all.
>The sound that woke you up was wet slapping noises and the bed springs creaking.
>Slowly face your field of view upwards and in front of yourself as you lie on your back.
>It wasn't a dream.
>Queen Chrysalis is positioned on top of you, riding and hopping up and down on top of your pelvic area.
>Completely naked, big soft breasts bouncing in sync with her movements as she persistently humps you.
>"Look who's finally awake." She says with a giggle.
>Your full erection is already balls deep inside of her, already stimulated to the point of being on the edge of climax.
"N-no... wait..."
>Chrysalis moans and bites her lips, only humping you faster and breaking down the last of your restraint you didn't know you had left.
>It was already too late, she got you before you could do anything about it.
>You feel yourself begin to ejaculate, unable to go back now.
>"Gimme your babies, slave." Chrysalis insistently prompts you to release loads of your seed into her cervix. "You're just like me, now."
>...
>You have been taken to that abandoned mansion on top of the hill.
>After Chrysalis had turned you into a vampire such as herself.
>And she has just begun the process of rearranging your genetics as she gets you to impregnate her so she can raise offspring.
>At first, you're dazed and confused, but your mind slowly begins to find acceptance as Chrysalis's pheromones override your very nature in favor of hers.
>You gradually become a loyal subject to a fabled shapeshifting vampire queen who's in need of a new army.
>As for what happened to her old army of vampires, that's a backstory for another time.
>But as for right now:
>She is now your queen.
>You are now her concubine.
>…
>As you lie there in the large bed of this master bedroom, you stare outside at the blackened scribble of messy twigs and tree branches against the darkening overcast sky.
>Feeling absolutely drained and checking the wound on your arm, or rather what’s left of the wound if there is anything left at all.
>It seems to have completely healed, and you’re more than ready to get yourself out of here as Chrysalis is off in another room doing something.
>But this window won’t open.
>You’re so desperately hellbent on trying to get out of here any way you can that you have no idea how you’re going to do what you’ve already started doing.
>Pulling and tugging and struggling with the window sill to no avail.
>Surveying the walls for a secret corridor or something - anything.
>Don’t want to check to see if the door is locked; it might make noise and alert Chrysalis if she happens to be within earshot, which is more than possible.
>Maybe the window is actually able to slide up but you’re too weak to do it.
>The way you’ve been hobbling around this room is the best indication that you have no energy whatsoever.
>Chrysalis drained it all from you.
>Part of you is still in shock from what happened to you, not really reacting but taking it all in as you lie down on the bed again.
>Every time you try to feel horror and disgust from being so violated, something in your mind cancels it out.
>Some sort of… adoration for Chrysalis.
>Not even something like forgiveness, just acceptance through a retroactive enjoyment.
>You didn’t even realize you fell asleep back onto the bed.
~
>”You better be ready for your assignment.”
>Immediately jolt awake at the double toned voice, getting a sudden rush of energy solely due to hearing it.
>It looks like mid afternoon now.
>”Not too far away in a neighboring county, there is a school.”
>You can’t see where she is.
“Wha…” Your eyes begin darting around for an escape, since your body got this newfound energy out of nowhere.
>It’s so… electrifying.
>You suddenly feel like you can fly, or run faster than a car.
>The window looks really breakable right now, and you start over to it before a hand grabs you by the forearm.
>Turn to look in the same direction the voice came from.
>It’s your queen.
>You don’t know how you automatically know this, but you do.
>But it’s the only thing you know, as the sight of her super open top boasting her soft swaying chest puts you under something that forces you to forget everything about breaking the window.
>You begin to stammer like an idiot, unable to look away by instinct to not get caught before a girl would catch you eyeing her tits.
“I-I… uh…”
>”You’ll be able to walk over there for me.”
“…What’s the address?” You feel the question bubble out of you like you’re on autopilot, with your eyes still glued to Chrysalis’s on-display chest.
>She hands you a slip of paper and sends you on your way in less than a minute.
>And just like that, you’re doing her bidding.
>Out of nowhere, like she’s assumed direct control over your mind after she bit that gnarly wound into your arm.
>That wound that has now completely healed somehow.
>Almost as surprisingly, your clothes have been cleaned and made to look neater, likely when you weren’t conscious.
>A bit of an unnecessary measure, unless it implies she’s done even more with you.
>And she obviously plans to do more, as you find that your phone has been charged, probably from another location while you were out since this house doesn’t appear to have electricity.
>You feel Chrysalis’s stern hand pushing at your back, herding you out the door with your phone for directions to the address on the slip of paper.
“Is my arm gonna be okay?” You croak.
>”Our kind heals with very convenient speed.” She replies, closing the door not before saying one last thing. “Go there and bite the principal.”
>The command firmly sets itself into your mind as you obediently begin walking down the hill.
>What did she mean, ‘bite’?
>What did she mean ‘our kind’?
>After feeling around your mouth with your tongue, you feel a difference in your incisors; they’re beginning to become more prominent.
>It starts to piece itself together in your mind as your new energy helps you stay on track to this address without getting tired from walking so much.
>If this is what you think it is, then why aren’t you bursting into flames like in the movies?
>Is there something you’re missing here?
>Continue along the edge of the main roads after getting away from the loud highway.
>Looking like some sort of deranged hitchhiker strutting along the busted up sidewalk next to tall grass.
>The image of Chrysalis’s chest finally seeps down into the back of your mind, away from immediate envisioning status, and you can feel your suspiciously sudden loyalty to her dwindling.
>Starting to walk back into another direction.
>You soon go back to the parking lot in search for your car; but it’s been towed at some point between that fateful night and now.
>Well ain’t that some pretty shit?
>You don’t really have that much of a choice now, unless walking to a police station is an option, which is the option you choose.
>Just enter their custody and surely they have a way to take care of stray people even if it means keeping you safe inside of a jail cell with your phone in a desk drawer of theirs somewhere.
>Then they’ll eventually ID you and get you back home and yadda yadda yadda, it’s the cops.
>Fuck this random ass “mission” Chrysalis wants to put you on.
>Go to some high school and bite the principal?
>She’s bit you, why can she do it herself?
>You want to try to stop her before she CAN do it herself.
>Start searching on your phone for police stations, car impound lots, etc.
>You find all the information you’ll need.
>Begin traveling around to the places you want to get to, the first one being the police station.
>Trying to hide your now obvious fangs in your mouth.
>Can’t talk in person at all without those things catching people’s attention.
>I dunno, just… go into the police station anyway?
>You COULD call the regular non-emergency police number, but you don’t have your wallet or ID or anything else with you.
>Calling just adds an extra step to the journey of eventually going in person and explaining your story.
>The story that includes the part where you got bit in your arm and it healed in a day and you now have fangs in your mouth.
>What are they gonna do, turn you away because you got a couple of cute little vampire fangs in your mouth as you state your name, age and address before they fingerprint you anyway?
>This scenario goes through your mind as you finally reach the station and head through the glass double doors, ready to report your own rape and kidnapping with an unusual amount of sobriety and calmness about it.
“I’d like to file a police report.” You say to the cop lady at the front desk through the thin chainlink fence-like metal wire, not really sure how else you’re going to hit this off.
>You keep eying her neck, trying not to, and she just stares at you.
>She’s got a bit of a concerned stare as she looks at you, not saying anything, not even asking you what you’re looking to file a police report about.
>It’s clear that she sees the fangs, and this is probably her reaction to it.
>Distract yourself by looking down at the name-tag display on her desk: Copper Top.
>”Can you sit down right over there for me, sir?” She points to a nearby bench.
>You do as she says, definitely not about to up and disobey a cop in the police station itself.
>Keep glancing at her neck, thinking about how warm it is.
>Wait on the bench as she says something into the corded desk phone, worriedly glancing over at you as you keep glancing at her.
>This already isn’t going well.
>A couple of minutes go by and you start to hear shuffling down the hallway leading deeper into the station.
>You’re a little bit confused.
>Out comes a number of officers, already staring dead on at you, one of them has his taser out.
>Stare back at them with widened eyes.
“What’s going on?” You feel a huge rush of a sense of danger enter you.
>”Sir, I’m gonna ask you to get on the floor slowly.” The officer with the taser sounds off both calmly and commandingly.
“Am I being detained?!” You perk up, causing the officers to become more tense.
>”On the floor, sir!”
“There seems to be a mistake, why am I under arrested?”
>”I said now!”
>Feeling your blood rushing and charging through your veins, you reluctantly obey.
>Obey at first, at least.
>As soon as you’re on all fours, something possesses you to dart around like a spider along the thin purple carpet.
>You move a lot faster than you could have ever expected.
>Shouting and ruckus ensues as you crash and stumble your way over to the glass doors, including the sounds of the taser projectiles hitting the edge of the bench and the wall after missing you.
>Your instincts tell you that you gotta disappear as instantly as possible.
>But the glass doors had been locked before you took off crawling.
>Like a cockroach, you weave your way around rushing legs and feet until one of the officers tackles you, immobilizing you.
>”Don’t touch him, damn it!” Another officer shouts. “Get off him now! Do NOT make contact!”
>The husky officer that immobilized you seems to automatically know what this means, squirming his way off of you as you get a feel of how warm his arm feels.
>”Taser! Taser!” Another officer yells.
>The officer that squirmed his way away cries out in a series of grunts as the clicking of the other officer’s taser makes his jolt around.
>Free again, you dart to another corner of the room.
>”Fuck!”
>Now the extremely loud bangs of gunshots start up.
>”No firearms! No firearms! Use tasers!”
>That command was the last thing you heard from one of the officers before you escaped into the side hallway.
>And after that, you hear a distant “are you bit?” “no” from the front of the station.
>Rising back to your feet, you expect the officers to immediately pursue you around the corner.
>They don’t show, and you scurry around, in search for a door that isn’t already locked.
>They’re all locked, with all the blinds closed in the ones with windows.
>Looks like they already got a protocol in place for whatever this is.
>Eventually make it to the end of the deepest hallway you can find in the maze of cubicles and locked hallways doors.
>The entire place is now drenched in dead silence.
>But gets worse when the lights all turn out at once.
>You freeze, heart booming in your chest as you frantically search for some source of light from a nearby window.
>Your gut feeling is the try and break whatever window you can find.
>Probe your hand along the wall to find your way, until your eyes start to adjust to the darkness.
>They REALLY begin to adjust. More than they should.
>Begin to be able to make out the entirety of your surroundings like you’re wearing night vision goggles.
>Eye a lot of the doors, continue trying to find your way out on your own.
>The outlines of figures walking about catches your attention, prompting you to duck behind a corner and hide.
>You imagine that the cops are wearing actual night vision goggles or something, though you have no confirmation of this and have no idea how they’d suddenly have them out of nowhere.
>See the red glow of an exit sign is head towards it.
>Hard to tell if anyone’s going to pop out from around the corner of this hallway should you try the exit.
>This looks like an emergency exit door, but you’re not sure.
>Something inside of you tells you not to approach the door, and that something is right, as the silhouette of one of the cops appears from around the corner and steps in your way just as you had feared.
>The floor flower pot right next to you suddenly makes a loud clunking noise and falls over.
>Not from a bullet, but from the impact from taser projectiles.
>You let out a surprisingly unnatural sounding shriek.
>”I got him!” Says the cop the fired.
>He’s wrong, and you scurry back into the darkness.
>Right into another one of the officers.
>He knocks you over, and you go back to crawling on all fours trying to weave around their feet.
>”Damn it, you said you got him!”
>After a bit of maneuvering, you slither your way past a couple more approaching officers before they notice you around their shins.
>”He’s over there!”
>The front of the station has enough windows for the sunlight to show you your way around.
>You decide to retreat behind the front desk where Copper Top was.
>She’s still standing there with the door to the enclosed office area half open.
>Peering out at you with a horrified look as soon as she notices you within arm’s reach of her.
>She couldn’t close the door fast enough, and your force your way inside.
>She shrieks and screams with arms entangled with yours as your mind races and blacks in and out.
>Underneath the desk is the red glow from a button she must have pressed to lock the station down.
>By instinct, you press it again right as two officers block your way out the door.
>They close the door, trapping you inside and Cooper Top inside with you.
>”I’m still in here!”
>The two other cops stand there split-second deciding whether to open the door for her and risk letting you out or keep her trapped with you.
>They decide to open the door and pull out their guns after they see you hop on top of the desk away from their comrade.
>Your fingers curl into the openings between the metal wire of the cage that traps you inside of here with Copper Top.
>Deafening gunshots ring out and the burning sting of the bullets into your side makes you wince, but your sense of danger overrides everything else and gets that metal wire cage loose and out of your way.
>The sprint to the glass doors was necessarily fast before Copper Top can push the button and trap you inside again.
>You had just gotten the doors ajar before it happened, and you burst out into the open air with another bullet piercing into your back and two more making spiderweb cracks in the glass.
>Stumble and fall down the stair, roll and tumble along he concrete, then hoist yourself back up intro an immediate full-on sprint despite the immense pain you’re feeling.
>The looks on the faces of passerby and the fact that they’re backing away shows that they know you’re not on the good side here.
>Struggle down the side of the street before hearing distant police sirens urging you to go faster.
>Use the rest of your energy to hop over a wooden fence into someone’s backyard.
>…
>”She’s bit!” One officer yells out, contacting the nearest paramedics as multiple squad cars embark on a search for you.
~
>Sneaking and limping around many bushes and trees of people’s backyards, you make sure you’re careful to stay out of ANYONE’S sight.
>It goes through your mind again and again that this whole thing didn’t go anywhere near as well as you had expected.
>Around every street corner could be a cop car patrolling in search of you.
>Now would be a good time for these wounds to heal, but nothing’s happening, and it stings like a motherfucker.
>You’ve become slow and weak, vulnerable to discovery as the sun sets and darkness overtakes the landscape.
>The outlook of this is looking extremely grim, but you don’t want to let it be so.
>You refuse to let death take you, and you’ll never go quietly into the night.
>There should be some way for you to eventually find help, but your phone had slipped out of your pocket during the struggle.
>Not only does law enforcement have all of your info on a metaphorical wanted poster, but your injured, not healing, and lost without food or shelter as you’re alone and hunted by people who can be called over by ANYONE who spots you in their community.
>You’re probably all over the news right now, name and face.
>And all you can do about it is sit here in this alleyway and cope.
>Trying to figure out how you’re gonna eat once you get hungry.
>You didn’t even do anything wrong.
>But now the police are against you for no reason, unless these fangs in your mouth have anything to do with that.
>Does this town have a vampire problem? Or rather, a problem with vampires?
>You don’t blame them if they do, if Chrysalis is any example to go by.
>All you know is that spending the entire night in anticipation of cops is not fun.
>Stick around in the shadows, away from the orange, white and blue lights on the sides of brick, stone and wooden buildings, careful not to look into anyone’s windows whether it’s a residential home or a late night business.
>Block by block, you wander around, soon finding the slip of paper in your pocket once again.
>No longer having your phone with you to try and find the address.
>Walking all the way into town was obviously a bad idea, but now walking out of town might be worse because you’ll have nowhere to hide besides a few clusters of trees in a part of the country you’re not even familiar with.
>This entire traveling trip just spiraled out of your control, didn’t it?
>And still, you don’t really feel that cold.
>After a bit of a mental debate, you figure that your escape was only sparked by short-term panic that came out of nowhere.
>It didn’t even feel like you.
>Had you been normal, you’d have just complied whether you wanted to or not.
>There’s something seriously wrong with you, if the fangs hadn’t made that abundantly clear already.
>You’re feeling weaker, and more tired, ready to collapse.
>A sudden police siren sounding behind you perks you right back up.
>In an instant, the unbearable pain that’s been weighing you down becomes nothing.
>You spring into action as the flashing red and blue light shine into the alleyway between the backs of two town buildings.
>The sense of danger is back, and you’re more than ready to sprint away.
>Except, you do a lot more than sprint.
>Something possesses you to scale up the sides of each of the sides of the buildings.
>From one wall to another.
>”Stop right there!”
>You ignore it, pushing your sneakers onto the brick and siding before reaching the shingles of the nearby roof between telephone wires.
>Get your leg tangled in the wires for a split second, lucky you didn’t electrocute yourself in the process.
>Run up the slant of the roof and out of sight of the officer, hearing his radio go off.
>As you maneuver yourself over the tops of roofs and down into a small parking lot where you’re free to flee, you realize that turning yourself in is going to be harder than reality should allow.
>Anyone else would have been successfully apprehended hours ago.
>And right as you’re about to turn onto one street, your gut instinct prompts you to go onto another.
>This happens several times, making you jog in a certain overall direction over the course of 45 minutes.
>You can’t stop.
>A large, well-lit building complex soon comes into sight.
>A big line of lit up letters reading “EMERGENCY” looms over a stucco canopy spanning over a few glass doors.
>A thought crosses your mind.
>Maybe you can get yourself nice and sedated in the emergency room, and as you’re identified, the cops will come and put handcuffs on your or something.
>That sounds really stupid thinking it back to yourself, but you imagine something along those lines will happen to some extent.
>Just more… realistically…
>You hobble your way across the larger parking lot and driveway for ambulances.
>If anything, you could force your way to wherever the novocaine or anesthesia are, or whatever it is that can make you pass out so whatever’s wrong with you can’t force you to panic and escape.
>You still can’t believe you have to do this to begin with, but a lot of things about this are wild and/or unrealistic by scientific standards.
>The doors slide open for you, and a nearby nurse immediately notices you.
>Gestures for you to follow her, looking concerned already.
>Probably didn’t have time to see the news today.
>She takes you around a few corners and then into one of the rooms with a hospital bed inside.
>The door was already open for the two of you, and you sort of felt this was suspicious, but your urgency to just end your nightmare already had made your focus elude the details.
>In one moment, you were outside staring at the light coming from the inner corridors of the emergency room before this random nurse led you in.
>In the next, you’re sitting on the side of a hospital bed as she’s taking a look at you.
>Is this their usual protocol? You can’t tell.
>The nurse asks for your name and all that.
>Asks you where you feel hurt etc.
>She’s starting to make you feel funny.
>It’s not particular anything she’s physically doing, but there’s just something about her.
>Different from everyone else too.
>You’re not thinking about how warm the side of her neck is, which is something you’ve completely forgotten about.
>And the reason why you haven’t remembered is because that whole thing doesn’t spark with this nurse.
>The way she’s touching you makes you feel… good?
>She already locked the door.
>There’s a faint green glow in her eyes, and she begins to grin at you.
>The sense of danger comes back, but this time with a lot more excitement mixed in, like your feelings don’t know what to do.
>”So I can see you’re in need of a little bit of… disciplining…” Her voice gets, lower and smoother.
>At this point in time, you realize what is happening.
>Your energetic sense of urgency kicks in once more, and you instantly get ready to push her away and dart out the door with all of your newfound strength and speed and-
>She locked lips with you before you had enough time to react.
>Her lips mash onto yours, the slippery wetness of her lips glides against your mouth, coercing your lips to part against hers.
>Try to resist, but your lips feel her tongue wedge between them, slipping deeper between.
>She already grabbed the back of your head with her hand, restraining you into the deepening kiss.
>It’s like the female body is designed to hopelessly seduce you when it pounces on you like this.
>Every time you try to push her away, your hands press onto her soft chest and can’t help but lightly squeeze a little upon feeling her C-cup breasts through her clothes.
>You heart races and pounds in your chest, and it’s as though all of your power was switched off against your control.
>It was strength and speed that she was the one to give to you.
>Before you know it, Chrysalis’s tongue is spreading her venom-like saliva into your mouth.
>So much happened so instantly in that one kiss.
>She struck before you could react and subdued you with a paralyzing serum.
>Your reflexes instantly slow and dwindle to nothing, and your lips are limply parted all the way for her tongue to wrestle yours into submission now that’s its weakened and unprotected.
>It’s already over at this point.
>Every defensive move like a push or a kick you could have delivered are cancelled and worn down to a few gentle pushes and gropes onto Chrysalis’s breasts, tummy and shoulders.
>You weakly panic into her mouth through the wet smacking and sucking noises.
>Slow your breath to match hers.
>The taste of her saliva venom conquered your mouth, and the bright green glow of her eyes commands you to obey your queen once again.
>Your face falls stoic, your shoulders calmly lower.
>Her enthusiastic, deep kissing prompts you into kissing her back.
>Her disguise she apparently had herself set into starts to break down.
>The front of her nurse’s uniform begins to fall apart, letting the buttons loosen with strings stretching and breaking as Chrysalis’s big soft cleavage pushes through and becomes more exposed.
>The front of your pants starts to duffer a similar fate, as Chrysalis’s fingers undo your fly. “I need you to take out your boy parts for me.”
>You almost begin to resist, weakly grabbing her wrists and trying to guide them away.
>Her hands strongly grab YOUR wrists and guide them away before continuing to undoing your pants.
>She starts fondling you down there, pushing her chest against you and getting you all agitated with her fingers and hand, making you finally realize how oddly large your testicles have become at some point earlier.
>You shake your head no in silence, and she responds by nodding her head yes and forcing herself onto you.
>”Why would you disobey me after I’ve modified you?”
“M-modified?”
>”You’re refocused into producing lots of extra semen for me.”
>You stare into her eyes.
>”Lots.”
>Your predator liplocks you again and makes her way with her hands inside of your opened pants and past your underwear with little effort.
>Her venomous tongue-kiss continues to stun you as your hands are guided to her bare warm tits jiggling out of her top and her hands continue to invade your underwear.
>And her pheromones slowly overwhelm you.
>You try in vain to make your erection subside so she won’t succeed in draining you.
>But Chrysalis’s nurse uniform turned dark green, and has opened up into the same loose, super-open top dress from before that begs her breasts to become fully exposed as they pretty much already are.
>The only thing hiding her nipples is the fact that her nipples are pressed against the not-so-interior inside of the open dress.
>Try your hardest not to look at Chrysalis’s exposed chest, her soft heaving tits that jiggle around in the open with almost exposed nipples as she playfully struggles with you and your drowsy resistance.
>Her victorious fingers capture your already standing up member inside of your underwear, and wrap around your shaft.
>Begins to move her hand back and forth with you in her grip.
>”That’s it… that’s it~” She strokes your roused erection by force as you shake your head and fail to push her away without groping her exposed chest. “Look down here.”
>Your eyes are lured down to Chrysalis’s swaying boobs, teasing you from up against the inside of that loose open top.
>”You’re gonna come back to the house on the hill with me.”
“I’m gonna come back to the house on the hill with you.” You get lightheaded.
>After a little bit of force, her pheromones have assumed direct control over your mind and body.
>Chrysalis lured you into that hospital room, subverted and nullified your defenses, and subdued you by her own design.
>Now you’re erect and obedient for her, willingly walking out of the hospital with her and back into the night after you work a miracle to fit your full erection back into your pants.
>Mostly away from the roads and streets.
>She’s saving her takeout meal to eat it back at home.
>”You like these?” Chrysalis purposely walks so her boobs bounce and jiggle more.
>You have her arm around her, making her giggle with a few light gropes.
>There’s a sense of agreement between the two of you, orchestrated entirely by Chrysalis herself.
>Dizzily walk up to the front doors of the mansion with her, thinking about nothing but her body and how much you want it on top of you.
>You’re not unconscious this time, but still dipping in and out of complete consciousness.
>Chrysalis has you sat down at a table in the living room with you at some point, as though the two of you are on a date.
>She doesn’t ask you to tell her about yourself, that’s not what this is.
>At full mast in your pants, all you can think about is having sex with her, and she’s feeding off of your mighty need for physical love.
>Your eyes constantly gaze down at her intentionally exposed chest, she smiles and pushes them together for you before letting the loosely open top of her date dress slip further down her arms and allow her nipples to show.
>Letting your eyes wander and staring as her tits isn’t rude on this date, it’s encouraged and taken as a compliment.
>No longer able to contain yourself, you stand up and throw yourself on top of Chrysalis, pulling the top of her dress all the way down to her waist.
>She welcomes your fervent advances, helping you out of your pants.
>In but a few seconds, you’re ramming your length into her and plowing between her thighs almost as woodpecker speed.
>It all happens so fast that the actual sex seems to take only one tenth the time the lead-up took.
>All you know is that it’s the best thing you ever felt, despite being over with an explosive climax in less than two minutes.
>Chrysalis barely tries to cover her chest back up with her dress, letting you pounce onto her and start suckling her breasts instead with zero restraint left.
>”It’s okay, be weak for me. It’s making me strong.”
>The love you’re giving her is doing just that, rejuvenating her back to her full power.
>”Now. Since you’re the more questioning type, allow me to explain to you WHY I need you to take down that school’s principal for me. And how you’re going to do it. It shouldn’t take more than a day or two.”
~
>The only reason why Chrysalis is like this now is because of her life story making her this way.
>There was no official paperwork that documented when Chrysalis was born.
>Only paperwork that documented that she was adopted in 1977 as an infant.
>Most likely newborn at the time.
>She was fed and housed by a poor rasta family in a bad neighborhood in her infancy.
>They took care of her along with all of their biological children as well.
>They managed to make ends meet in 1978 and 1979.
>She learned how to speak really quickly not only from her family but also from the television and movies.
>Still didn’t really talk that much at all.
>Despite everything, her family still had a strong spiritual connection with her.
>She really took in the environment in which she was being taken care of.
>Chrysalis found the chill and relaxing side of growing up in a terrible neighborhood in the late 70s and early 80s.
>Though it’s not like she’d have seen the world any other way at that age.
>In the dead of winter of 1982, Chrysalis learned at about 5 years old that she had shapeshifting abilities.
>She had been getting creative playing pretend and accidentally turned into a jackal.
>Like she was able to do with her appearance, this changed absolutely everything about her outlook on life.
>It started out as more or less innocent fun, like in 1983 when she was 6, she would often use shapeshifting to sabotage her adoptive siblings and stay out of trouble.
>Like stealing from the cookie jar but disguised as one of her siblings when someone might see her.
>Gradually began to feel as though she could get away with literally anything as long as she planned everything out correctly and used her abilities to the best of her advantage.
>When she was 7 in 1984, she figured she could steal candy from the store disguised as one of the kids from school she disliked.
>After getting in serious trouble, the same kid later saw her eating the stolen candy, and figured she did it somehow (which was true).
>Got a few friends to try and gang up on Chrysalis, but she just shape shifted into a small wolf and scared them away.
>In 1985, she would often turn into a fly and spy on people.
>Including her parents, teachers, classmates etc.
>Wasn’t interested in living life the fair way.
>Home life started becoming less and less interesting for her.
>Ran away from home once in 1986, then again in 1987.
>All the while being a troublemaker almost everywhere she went.
>Eventually just stayed away from home life as her family was beginning to become afraid of her anyway.
>Her voice developing a double-tone and mouth developing a set of fang-like incisors only fed into their belief that she was the spawn of an evil spirit or voodoo demon.
>Something like that.
>On the streets, Chrysalis would often turn into a cat and sneak into places to sleep at night and maybe steal some food from too.
>Already doomed to become a total edgelord, so to speak.
>In her human form, she grew her hair out super long and enjoyed the look of having a lock of it or two fall over her face.
>Thinking it made her look more menacing as she modified herself to become taller than everyone else her age.
>1988 is when she developed a taste for blood.
>In the same year, she couldn’t resist sneaking up on a drug dealer in the middle of the night as a hungry wolf and attacking him.
>Bit his neck, killed him, etc.
>Even though she was already accustomed to doing bad things, violently ending the life of another person was still a huge leap up for Chrysalis.
>She depended on her insatiable desire for blood she couldn’t control in order to go through with it in the first place.
>It actually gave her nightmares having taken the life of another person.
>It wasn’t something she had prepared for, as edgy as she had become, it’s something horrible.
>But her own developing instincts had been trying to tell her something as well.
>Chrysalis found that the blood she subsequently “gathered” was able to sustain her a lot longer than regular food would have.
>It lasted for literal weeks.
>She didn’t have to steal food anywhere NEAR as often if she just picked out someone at night who was already up to no good and just took their blood instead.
>From 1989 to 1990, Chrysalis found this to be, by a LOT, the FAR more convenient way to survive out here.
>Not finding food every single day, but every three or so weeks instead.
>Sometimes as a mosquito, which only really got her less than around one percent of the blood she needed.
>More often as a natural predator to unarmed humans, being careful to silence her prey before their cries for help drew too much attention.
>But she quickly learned that they didn’t have to die in order for her to “get her fix”.
>It’s not like it was hard to avoid getting caught around this time, so she didn’t bother going overboard with it and actually killing people.
>It gave her a false sense of having been generous.
>She would eventually become more comfortable living this way.
>Staying in her “normal” human form, hanging out on the streets at night, hanging around street gangs who took interest in her company without them really knowing what she does…
>Her own mentality had gradually become more vicious and malicious by this point in her life.
>Became more and more obsessed with manipulating her peers, especially the most unsuspecting ones.
>Had all but assimilated into the seedy underground by this point.
>By 1991, more and more of Chrysalis’s peers had gradually discovered that she actually has shapeshifting abilities.
>Those who weren’t too “weirded out” were the cool ones who stayed by her side.
>Those who stayed later learned that she killed and injured people for blood, including some delinquents and criminals they and they people were affiliated with.
>Word of this broke out and spread like wildfire before the end of 1991, and Chrysalis found herself in danger.
>Having to fight for her life in drive-bys and other attacks against her and her new friends, Chrysalis was always on the run and fearing for her life.
>Unbeknownst to Chrysalis for a while, her victims who survived would transform to be a lot more like she was.
>And started getting the same desires she did.
>She had no idea what she had started.
>Those who were too afraid of her to really retaliate stayed loyal, and helped her not only hide but also leave on a plane to greener pastures.
>Her half-cooked life of crime continued into 1992, and it was exactly what one would expect.
>Not much else to describe, but she was finally seeing more of the world and making a lot of easy money here and there.
>It was hard picking someone out to catch in private and draw huge amounts of blood from.
>Hard… but fun.
>She wasn’t killing anyone, and she loved the rush she got from the interaction of entrapping someone and biting into them.
>It still kind of bothered her that she was like this, but only slightly.
>This bothered her throughout 1992 and 1993, and then she got over it.
>After building up a close-knit enough group of (mostly transformed) friends in the underground, she actually stopped caring entirely.
>Because a lot of them seemed to take kindly to her after relating to her so strongly.
>There was something about her that drew them in as well, and Chrysalis really liked this.
>…
>Really in the thick of it by 1994 when Chrysalis met her ultimate partner in crime.
>She was intertwined with all sorts of shady people in seedy environments.
>Obsessed with walking down the middle of the street in the middle of the night to see if she turned any heads.
>In a black leather motorcycle jacket and tight latex pants and high-up boots she bought with her money.
>Participating in night life and hanging out at all the cool diners and bars.
>A lot of her newfound posse was boys her age she converted to be more like her, but some of whom were also other girls.
>It was like she was gaining a growing following.
>Not only this, but she could disguise herself as other people fairly easily.
>Especially people whom she’s already gathered DNA from.
>All she saw was a free meal when someone of large stature caught her at one of the diners and tried to mug her.
>The second he pulled out his gun, she turned into a snake and slithered up his pants leg.
>He was lucky to have lived and become another one of Chrysalis’s frenemies.
>The bite had transformed Tirek into something more than he was before.
>He no longer needed to take money at gunpoint to pay for food to feed his daughter, he now needed blood to survive.
>Like Chrysalis had.
>The two of them ended up teaming up and carving out a comfortable crime-infested life together throughout the rest of the year.
>Even doing so much as carrying out heists and taking out hits on people in rival cliques.
>She could easily disguise herself as him in situations that called for it, and vice versa.
>The seedy urban underbelly of society that was their world was their oyster.
>Even in upper class suburbs, there was always someone who was more than willing to do “business”.
>Some of whom did not shine up to Tirek too well in the past.
>Chrysalis, the midst of discovering more and more of her own traits, was able to sway them.
>From shapeshifting abilities she naturally inherited to seduction tactics she learned from red light districts, she was able to work her way up the ranks of many groups of people and take control.
>And oh boy did she want control.
>And oh boy did she love having it.
>Turning former friends against one another to fight over her, pretending to overdose on drugs so she would be rushed to the hospital then sneak out with anesthetics and other things that were needed by her organization, among other things.
>And of course, the occasional blood victim was a must… a fun must.
>Chrysalis made an almost stress-relieving ritual out of preying upon someone to bite into and force to join her.
>Her status as a vampire was met with her status as a shapeshifter when she realized by 1995 the latter allowed the former to be out during the day.
>Chrysalis and Tirek continued to reign supreme in their own little corner of the seedy underground of societies across the world.
>It soon became apparent that Chrysalis’s skills in seducing males proved extremely potent, considering she has had a strong set of pheromones that rouse a mating-driven response in human males.
>Whatever it is that got them going, Chrysalis’s pheromones apparently conformed to those needs that drifted in the undertones, and she knew this extremely well.
>Not only was she a vicious borderline assassin with how much she got tied up in violent crime with Tirek, but she had become a malicious seductress that could get her way through convincing foes if they were too strong physically.
>Perfect to ensure multiple paths to thriving.
>But life on the road and in the air traveling to countless different places in the world can be tiresome.
>Even the enthusiastic likes of Chrysalis can become disenfranchised with it.
>Which she did by 1996.
>It was at this point in her life that she had decided to “retire” because she already had enough money to live comfortably off of, and she was getting tired of all the action anyway.
>Receiving wounds hurts, and it took a lot of energy for Chrysalis to heal them as quickly as she was able to.
>By the age of 19, all Chrysalis really wanted to do was relax and enjoy herself, having already done more than enough to ensure her survival.
>She was tired of the feuds and the beefs and the missions.
>It got old and stressful after a while and she just wanted to enjoy the rest of her true youth.
>Chrysalis was really only ever just horny anymore at the end of the day when it came to action.
>She wanted to take victims in a more… fun way.
>One that helped her “get her fix” she desperately needed that got her through the day.
>Her life up until this point had conditioned her into being a malicious pervert, and it became clear that sex and preying upon victims was all she really knew best.
>She was developing a passion for it in her twisted mind, it appealed to her in ways she she couldn’t explain.
>In the same unexplainable way her pheromones would affect guys falling under her influence.
>It had become a fetish, especially after she had started getting lewd with her victims she would bite over the years.
>Her enthusiasm only went up for it.
>And now it was higher than ever, and she turned her attention to multiple men to prey upon.
>Dark alleyways was always a great place for her to find a good enough suitor.
>A lone young man in his 20s would be walking around at night, unable to see Chrysalis lurking about in the shadows.
>She’d be intending to do a lot more than mug him.
>Once he went too deep in to escape on his own, she would lunge at him.
>Didn’t even need to transform into a disguise; her own normal form was effective enough.
>He wasn’t aware of all of the things that had led up to this moment on Chrysalis’s end.
>He was nothing more than a strapping young man, unsuspecting of the predator that now picked out his strengths and began to nullify them.
>He would panic and fight, soon sedated by a surprise kiss that also bit his tongue once the kiss was made deep and passionate enough to wrestle his tongue further out.
>Chrysalis found a lot of great enjoyment out of this; it had become a huge part of her fetish.
>Once he was sedated and weak, there was almost no difficulty in undoing his pants and ripping open the front of his underwear.
>He had already been made erect by Chrysalis’s natural pheromones.
>The battle had already been over right before it started, just the way she liked it.
>The more she would hump him in the darkness of the alleyway, the more he would come to enjoy it.
>A few towns were already started to act upon vampire converts with task forces, still not understanding what was going on with them.
>So the young man would be facing hardship even if he made it away after being converted, which was a fine bit of leverage to use to get him to join completely.
>But the best leverage would be from the offspring that would be produced from the “insisted procreation” Chrysalis would have happen in the dark with her victims she caught.
>Chrysalis was all they knew, and she could easily raise her offspring with little needed food and already available shelter and connections.
>They were becoming her army.
>The male suitors were only merely secondary, not so useful to Chrysalis after she had their fun with them.
>By 1997, Chrysalis liked to think of herself as a sort of persistent presence.
>Kept “persuading and persuading” until she got what she wanted.
>Even though she was “retired” from her other work she had prospered from by the time she reached her early 20s.
>Already had a lot to offer, and wanted to have “fun” with as many people as she wanted, whether they wanted it as well or not.
>Her glowing green glare through the drooping locks of hair alone was enough to petrify a guy who was walking past.
>She’s done this so many times that she gained the predatory demeanor of someone who has taken countless victims.
>The dopamine rush and arousal it brought her made it impossible for her to stop, even if she tried her hardest.
>For others, it was drugs. For Chrysalis, it was sex.
>Sex that helped her build up her army that eventually stayed absolutely loyal and protected her throughout 1998.
>Conveniently, they could grow up to an effective age super quickly with their inherited traits, and would do their queen’s bidding for her.
>It didn’t happen right away, even though it didn’t need to.
>Chrysalis only had to directly take care of them throughout 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999 and 2000.
>All throughout this time, she has been continuing to grow her empire she had worked so hard to achieve after her insane and corrupting life she had been leading.
>The ambitious strength and energy of so many young men just starting to plunge their way into the all-out adulthood of their 20s, torn down like old bridges with failing support, all because Queen Chrysalis crashed her way into their lives and subdued them into absolute submission.
>She entrapped more and more of them, getting the same story and resistance almost every time from the most strong-willed ones.
>Then she went and pounced on them, watching the arrogance leave their eyes.
>As she invaded their clothes and broke their minds.
>They would fearfully try to push her off of them, only getting a feel of her body, hands on her abdomen and breasts, coercing her into losing her self-control and throwing herself at them even harder from the physical exchange that enticed her.
>She was designed to seduce them without even needing to transform at all.
>Chrysalis’s pheromones slowly but surely got to them, coaxing their bodies into responding accordingly with a full erection along with deep kisses and inevitable groping.
>Overpowering these young men in their 20s made Chrysalis lose control of herself too, through her hunger and thirst, but she made sure they lost control of themselves along with her.
>She had more experience anyway.
>They could kick and scream and fight all they wanted, but their loads always went to their new queen by the end of the day.
>Whether she started by disguising herself as one of their friends to trick them into circumstances in which they’re isolated, or started by slithering into their room at night as a tiny garter snake, she always got what she wanted.
>Transforming into something too big or small forced Chrysalis to leave her previous clothes behind, appearing completely naked to the men if she had to, which only made the subduing process even easier for her.
>They’d be so taken aback by her nudity that figured out just how to reshape into what her special pheromones sensed they desired most, that just the sight of her did them in.
>Their blood dripped down her chin as she held them still, taking a load of seed from them for her own benefit.
>Some followed her around to become commanders to their children and step-children.
>Others couldn’t bear the weight and went out on their own.
>Either way, Chrysalis got what she wanted.
>She had become unstoppable, and had set up for herself her own private residence on a small island pretty far off of the Carribbean-side coast of Central America for a variety of obvious reasons somewhere between 1998 and 1999.
>It was far enough from known Interpol at the time for her, safe enough to raise her growing numbers of offspring, secluded enough to keep her loyal suitors from escaping, warm and enjoyable enough to stay true to the “””retirement””” status, etc…
>Chrysalis usually flew back and forth between her new home and various red light districts across multiple places in the world.
>On planes, which was easier regarding knowing where she’s going and how far away she is.
>Money wasn’t exactly an issue by this point.
>She felt absolutely unstoppable.
>Always disguised herself as a street prostitute, a role she was no stranger to in the first place.
>Sometimes disguised as other ladies or even men to avoid recognition from people who would have seen her “in action” before.
>Walking past pawn shops at night with the colorful lights illuminating her face as she strutted around in her tight black leather jackets and pants with high heel boots, black lipstick, thick eyeliner, flowing dark turquoise hair, sharp fingernails with black nail polish and a twisted predatory grin that got wider when she saw some guy acting all big and tough on the streets.
>Those were the ones she loved to tear down the most.
>It was by far the most satisfying.
>Chrysalis took pride in turning them into subservient commanders of her now active mini-army of offspring who go around themselves living their lives to the fullest when not undergoing tasks.
>These converted men would soon meet Tirek, who has eventually gotten tired of life in the fast lane himself and decided to visit Chrysalis’s hideout.
>He would often comment on noticing how much of a pervert she still is, and that there’s something hot about when a woman becomes this much of a pervert.
>She’d take it as a compliment either way.
>Considering she even had continuous sexual relations with her suitors even in her paradise hideout, to which they now obliged willfully, any sense of shame had left Chrysalis ages before.
>She was proud to be a deranged pervert.
>It was her identity.
>Tirek had begun to feel as though he was being forgotten, or rather, barely paid attention to at all.
>Chrysalis’s recollection of him doesn’t even include a whole lot of details about him anyway, so he was probably right about that.
>He had begun to accuse Chrysalis of only wanting anything to do with her own perverted needs and never actually cared about the crime organization she became a part of.
>Like it barely occurred to her and her only concern was carving out her own little world and raping people in it.
>Tirek felt betrayed and cast aside despite his daytime vampire status she gave him.
>But it didn’t actually matter until he found out that a few of his own henchmen were taken victim and turned into shameful servants he met again when visiting the island.
>This is where the line had truly been crossed, the straw that broke the camel’s back.
>And Tirek decided that the iron was just about hot enough to strike when 2001 rolled around and Chrysalis had exhausted a lot of her libido and energy by that point.
>She was slacking and relaxing a lot more tan she usually did.
>Tirek had already gained inside knowledge of Chrysalis’s island sex empire.
>Also knew just how dangerous and potent she was.
>And that she wasn’t careful in how subtle she made her rule (not really that subtle at all).
>Long story short, a large hit squad was sent.
>The logistics of it were complicated due to the small Caribbean island being rather isolated, but a sizable force managed to gather on one end of the small town over a few months.
>Tirek was ready to declare himself vampire king before the thing was even carried out.
>But when it was carried out, it was confirmed that he was the dominant force in this supernatural hierarchy that had stretched across nations for almost a decade.
>Chrysalis doesn’t like to talk about what that night was like.
>Only remembers that she, the one who started the whole spread of “vampirism”, had been presumed dead and her entire army had been lost.
>That and the episode triggered an Interpol presence that led to raid after raid on the island, rendering it un-stayable from that point on.
>…
>No one had known about Queen Chrysalis having escaped in the form of an eagle.
>But the full weight of her vengefulness was soon to be the most known thing in the seedy underworld soon enough.
>Chrysalis’s shapeshifting abilities easily had the most skill to them, and she was able to transform into things as small as a fly ever since she was a kid.
>Disguises were pretty much as far as other shapeshifting vampires could do, as it was only secondary to the magnitude Chrysalis herself possessed.
>Queen Chrysalis gained information quickly.
>There was one chilly morning in 2002 when Lord Tirek went to check his mailbox.
>A massive explosion engulfed him, killing him instantly.
>That’s all that needed to be said about that.
>Chrysalis decided she’ll still lay low anyway.
>She had already exhausted her libido for the time being and still had enough ways to survive on her own even if she didn’t have any money left.
>And she still had a decent amount of money anyway.
>She decided to stay calm in this little half-victory lap and get back in touch with her former adoptive family’s roots in rastafari.
>Went to various places on the shore around the world and hung out casually for a little bit.
>As if she had never done anything wrong and was just some random 20-something year old girl vacationing.
>Spent a lot of time around Jamaica and The Bahamas.
>Places that reminded her of the place she could no longer go to.
>Places that were… close enough.
>And had enough cultural influence from rastafari she had by then grown to appreciate a little bit.
>There was something interesting and uplifting about it.
>Changed her perspective on the world once more as she took a break from a life of sin.
>And it lasted for a short while, bringing her peace in life.
>But by 2003, 26-year-old Chrysalis realized that she's in need of more excitement again.
>It was starting to come back.
>She went around to random towns in the first world countries, disguised as people like someone’s friend or something, and just regularly interacted with people.
>Pretty much just tried to feign a normal life.
>Because she had learned that there was something in everyone else’s life that she pretty much lacked on most fronts: love.
>Aside lust, Chrysalis didn’t have much familiarity with love at all, and she noticed how happy everyone else was with it.
>It was at this point in her life that she realized that the empowerment she had gained from the affection of others, the one she had only slightly felt at times, was the beginning of that love.
>But her own insatiable lust had drowned it out.
>Replacing it with an almost equally adequate amount of sustenance.
>But Chrysalis felt greedy for more love, and a normal enough life to relax in.
>Along with a new need for excitement but without so much of the risk.
>She had learned to sense love from afar, starting to learn how to feed off of it like she fed off of blood or even lust.
>Realized that she didn’t need physical food, or blood either, if she lived off of love from others.
>It took several months of interacting with people NORMALLY disguised as a friend or friendly stranger for her to come to this revelation.
>Was this also one of her abilities this whole time?
>Would have been great if she hung around normal people instead of gang members and drug dealers and her own victims her whole life.
>She would have figured out how normal people share affection and human empathy.
>It started to bother her so much that she relapsed back into her old ways a little as a coping mechanism.
>Because she knew her true form wasn’t a friend to anyone, just a captor, and a predator.
>But a scene she was familiar with was underground dance clubs.
>Smirking menacingly at how innocent everyone there was in early 2003.
>They played the music and danced to it, but it all felt artificial to Chrysalis, that’s not what she was there for.
>She was seeking a new suitor.
>A couple of guys at the club were in search of girls, one of whom approached Chrysalis while she was actually in her true form.
>She was dressed up in nice and revealing clothing, really drew him in with her appearance.
>The closer he got, the stronger the effect of Chrysalis’s pheromones became.
>She lost the ability to resist this meal that was handed to her on a silver platter.
>He started conversing with her in the club as the low-grade electronic music played.
>Chrysalis couldn’t really pay much attention to what he was saying.
>But he couldn’t do the same with her either.
>Her heaving cleavage teased him from her low cut top and got him stuttering and glancing.
>The tent in his pants became more and more obvious.
>Those pheromones knew what he wanted and adjusted/struck accordingly.
>Chrysalis knew what she wanted.
>Took him out back at some point.
>He apologized for looking down at her body so much, said he didn’t know what was wrong with him on that night, and that he’s usually not that much of a perv-
>She silenced him with a kiss, and proceeded to do what she did best.
>Like about half of the times before, it became consensual very quickly.
>Chrysalis stripped herself topless for him, he let her pull his pants down, and it all took off from there.
>He was converted before the night was over.
>…
>He took her to his home.
>He was actually quite wealthy, lived in this large house atop a hill, where he allowed Chrysalis to stay with him.
>Still lived alone in it, and aspired to start a family one day, was still going to nightclubs and getting drunk there because he was lost in life.
>After figuring out he had become a vampire, Chrysalis had to keep him calm and let him know that he can still live a normal life.
>Had to subdue him a couple of more times, but the genuine love eventually came out.
>But with the genuine love came the genuine shame for this guy, but it was cancelled out by Chrysalis’s continued advances.
>He bore a few children for Chrysalis, and then a lot more, and then a LOT more.
>Chrysalis wanted her army back, and wasn’t going to risk having to deal with a lot of suitors being potential traitors.
>Had she not been with Tirek a number of times as well, this wouldn’t have concerned her.
>She doubted the true potency of her version of love.
>And wanted to make sure she can prove it was air-tight.
>Which only led to her suitor dying suddenly.
>Just… suddenly.
>Probably from exhaustion and inability to keep up with his mating queen, who was always able to instantly rejuvenate and tighten herself into being ready for another go after birthing another offspring.
>She was so desperate for reviving the past, that she shattered the future.
>Her poor suitor didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, and now Chrysalis had to disguise herself as him whenever tax collectors or someone came by.
>The house eventually started to fall apart, since Chrysalis wasn’t exactly used to maintaining wherever her residence was herself.
>Her offspring hadn’t learned much about that from her either.
>She eventually gave up and decided that the guy would eventually be classified as missing.
>Then posed as someone entirely new so she could buy the house with most of what money she had left.
>That along with a lot more complicated traits of the plan made it eventually work by late 2003.
>His entirety of blood had given her enough sustenance immediately after his passing and her dozens of offspring kept her company until they were old enough to feign the appearance of teenagers and go to school.
>But until then, Chrysalis went to check out a nearby set of schools in the district, looking to start over on her own terms.
>She picked out the high school that she could sense the most love radiating from.
>Odd that a prep school fit this criteria.
>But as soon as she got there, she could see why.
>There was a star student, her name Cadance.
>Her own personal enthusiasm and love her her fellow peers and school and even the entire town was unmistakeable.
>The more she checked out the school, the more she was tempted to spy on things there.
>This girl had the life that made Chrysalis’s life look like hell in comparison.
>No chaos, no crime, just a comfortable happy life as a star high school senior about to graduate at the top of her class.
>She was planning to go to college then come back to the school as a teacher, because she loves this place so much.
>So much platonic and familial love for everyone and everything there.
>Chrysalis walked around the school in her normal form a few times to keep from having to keep a lot of secrets for when her own “kids” will go there in a few years.
>Everything Chrysalis learned about Cadance’s story filled her with envy.
>But Chrysalis’s presence filled one of the freshman students with rage.
>Cozy Glow, the daughter of Tirek, her slain father who had sent her here to start a normal life too.
>She recognized Chrysalis in a heartbeat, seeing red in her eyes and hearing alarms and intense movie music in her ears.
>…
>Throughout 2004 and 2005, Chrysalis persisted on in her gloomy world.
>Lots of overcast days spent in the now rotting house on the hill.
>Quietly festering in a boring, decaying environment, but in some sort of comfy misery.
>She sometimes went to underground dance clubs, but became disenfranchised with it all, now starting to turn towards witchcraft instead of her former family’s rastafari beliefs.
>She wanted something more exciting and “her speed”.
>Still hung around the city streets at night, participating in night life, just more casually.
>And mostly in disguise, of course.
>Just in case.
>People on the street in the middle of the night are more likely to recognize her than a bunch of school kids glued to their flip phones and iPods.
>Taking care of her offspring was the easy part; making them truly happy was the hard part.
>She didn’t even know if she wanted them to be her army anymore or not.
>All she knew is that she had this envious little loose end in her life to have tied.
>The amount of love Cadance emitted was unlike anything Chrysalis had ever sensed before.
>And it was coming from someone that was about to be a teacher to Chrysalis’s offspring, something Chrysalis herself couldn’t really do due to her very… nature.
>After all the shit Chrysalis had gone through, it just felt unfair to watch that Cadance graduate from high school then go to college as happy and loving as she was.
>Chrysalis would grit her sharp teeth at the whole replaying scenario in her head.
>She even followed Cadance to College after keeping her young fed with a few unlucky homeless victims she found close to the city nearby.
>Obsessively spied on Cadance as much as she could, keeping track of who could become her boyfriend so she could subdue him before they got together.
>It wasn’t long before Chrysalis learned the reason behind the vast amounts of love she sensed from Cadance.
>She held the power of love within her soul, and it gave her magical abilities.
>Her love was the platonic love for her community.
>And she defended and empowered it with every ounce of her well-being.
>This is something Chrysalis practically never saw in the run down ghetto hoods, even in the people who pretended to care but would leave in a heartbeat once able to.
>So many overcast skies over dilapidated buildings and decrepit dead trees, trash all over the ground, gun and liquor stores, pawn shops, whore houses, everything is covered in cages, bars and chainlink fences, so on and so forth.
>Who the fuck cares about those communities? Let alone actually takes care of them…
>Preppy, petite little Cadance over here looks all proper and pristine with her neat clothes, friendly demeanor, clean and orderly environment on the pricey ivy league campus, all sort of things that send Chrysalis into a jealous frenzy.
>Chrysalis enviously sighed.
>Why couldn’t SHE have this without doing bad things to get it?!
>Chrysalis ended up going around the college campus in search for more sex victims just to appease herself throughout 2005.
>So many strapping young lads and lassies fell to her seductive advances right away, but none of them had the levels of love that Cadance had.
>None of the frat boys, none of the sorority girls, neither had any of the nerds, nor anyone else Chrysalis “sampled”.
>She eventually disappeared a student or two after sucking their blood.
>Cadance was one of a kind.
>No one Chrysalis “infiltrated” wound up getting with Cadance.
>Not only this, but Cadance’s magical powers kept her from falling victim to any of Chrysalis’s pheromones or carefully crafted disguises.
>This queen didn’t feel so unstoppable anymore.
>It wasn’t until 2006 when 29-year-old Chrysalis went back to Crystal Prep and started trying to pick out a male from town there since she finally learned that Cadance only wants someone from her own town she loves so much.
>She had gotten so angry by this point that it actually made her powerful.
>And upon arriving in town, a certain Cozy Glow was waiting for her.
>How she was able to track Chrysalis after she went near that university, is unknown.
>All Chrysalis discovered is that Cozy Glow was waiting at the entrance of the school for her.
>Glaring daggers at her as she waited to be recognized herself.
>But Chrysalis didn’t even recognize her at all at first.
>Never even learned her name despite being around her when hanging around Tirek back in the day.
>But she was more than ready to introduce herself to Chrysalis.
>”You killed my father. Now prepare to die.” She declares through the alarms and movie music in her mind.
>Cozy Glow immediately pulled out a wooden crucifix laced with garlic, with the tips sharpened like little spears, and lunged right at Chrysalis.
>A bunch of other students who were friends with Cozy Glow jumped in to help her, according to plan.
>Chrysalis, caught off guard, clawed and screeched, shapeshifting to defend herself before getting stabbed with the crucifix.
>She indeed shapeshifted in public, at the school.
>Blew her cover.
>The wound from the crucifix stung Chrysalis’s entire body, prompting her to flee immediately in confusion.
>Cozy Glow, having done research on things her own father was involved with, would go on to educate everyone at the school about vampires.
>Only angry that Chrysalis got away, and wary of the growing secret awareness of vampires among law enforcement as an indirect effect caused by Chrysalis’s underground antics the decade before.
>It’s not like that was just going to fade away, people remember things.
>Back into hiding throughout 2006, 2007 and 2008, Chrysalis watched in depression as the town around her started to become more and more resilient to her kind.
>Finding a new meal/victim became more and more complicated.
>All of the locals were protected, and Cadance’s massive amount of love Chrysalis desperately wanted more than anything in the world was now mingling among the locals.
>There were a couple of times when Chrysalis made attempts to force a comeback.
>Every time she tried violence, it failed.
>In summer 2006, she tried a nearby Canterlot High, only to get nearly chainsawed in half during a thunderstorm.
>In 2007, she tried Crystal Prep again, only to get shot at by cops and almost burned in a furnace.
>This town really is starting to throw everything including the kitchen sink at their vampire problem.
>In 2008, they figured out how to shoot lasers at her, and in 2009, even STRONGER lasers.
>Same thing with 2010, where there were soon entire brigades just ready and waiting to deal with Chrysalis’s return.
>With increasingly sophisticated weaponry they kept in secret from the public eye to avoid making an entire scene happen.
>And whenever Chrysalis tried her “diplomatic” route, her advances fell upon deaf libidos.
>A certain someone’s magical powers made it so there was no room for the “love” Chrysalis wanted to inject into those she could not defeat by direct force.
>Kept them benevolent and immune to the strife Chrysalis came from and lust she wanted to lather everyone in.
>By now, Cadance had become not just a teacher, but the dean of her respective school.
>Everyone and everything had become incredibly strong and resilient against Chrysalis, and she lost more of her offspring every time she sent more of them over to help in her endeavors.
>They couldn’t feed on love, something Chrysalis herself barely got an opportunity to do in her whole life and it’s killing her.
>They couldn’t feed on blood, something Chrysalis herself is barely able to do in town anymore.
>She could have left, but her grudge against Cadance and that school, and Cozy Glow still persists.
>Eventually, started having more and more fun despite the looming “threat” of Chrysalis’s presence.
>At some point in the 2010s. Chrysalis figured out that the main thing powering the weaponry that hurt her and made her weak, as well as the school’s will to go on, was love itself.
>It turned into passion and persistence, wanting to protect everyone around you.
>Cadance had become the protector of true love.
>Cozy Glow had graduated a long time ago and moved on to college.
>But her teachings along with Cadance’s furnace of compassion protecting the school made it un-takable from the outside.
>They figured out how to keep Chrysalis from even getting near the premises at any point with some sort of magical force field, which is why she can’t just go there herself in disguise.
>Nor can her offspring who came FROM her.
>But suitors had been gone long enough for this to not include their frequency or aura in its effect.
>And so, that’s where out-of-towners come into play.
>All of the above is the gist of the story Chrysalis told to you, but you remember all of it as you’re under her direct influence.
~
>Now having completely forgotten your own life, in favor of Chrysalis’s life being the entire precursor for your current existence after she assumed direct control over you.
>Your world is now just hers, and her own past is all you can think about now.
>In this now current year, you are taught how to completely disguise yourself as someone else so law enforcement cannot recognize you.
>At least you were able to retract your fangs now, but you belong to Queen Chrysalis now.
>And your mission is to discreetly kidnap now Principal Cadance from her prep school she runs, and bring her to the abandoned mansion type house on the hill where your queen has kept you.
>All for the sake of Queen Chrysalis finally tying up this final loose end in her life, which includes tracking down Cozy Glow.
>…
>Off you went, a second time.
>Now fully loyal, and remembering the change of plans that Chrysalis added.
>With a strange, choppy sense of time going by now, only due to your focus on the mission your queen has sent you on.
>You don’t think of anything else now that Chrysalis controls you, just doing what she wants.
>You followed the directions to the school you were commanded to go to.
>Making it to the school in the middle of the afternoon disguised as one of the freshman girls who’s almost always late/absent, you walk up the edge of the parking lot.
>Through the hallways you go, since the side doors to the school are unlocked for both the students at recess and the late ones like you’re pretending to be.
>The place is quite massive, high up ceilings, lots of echoing and reverberations going on here.
>Try not to let yourself look too lost and confused.
>It takes you some amount of time to find the principal’s office, but there’s the sign right over there.
>Your mission is to lure Principal Cadance out of the building and its safety, by doing exactly what Chrysalis instructed you to do.
>You weren’t told how it would be done, but Chrysalis will take the plan the rest of the way and somehow snatch Cadance away the instant she steps off of the school premises and take her back to the house where she will “corrupt her” as she put it.
>No longer a spiteful bite-conversion to get a foot in the door, but something far more sinister.
>This is all happening so fast and suddenly since you’re just directly following your queen’s orders.
>Cadance doesn’t think you’re a threat since you were able to walk onto the school grounds past the force feild just fine, and this has been the status quo for so long that everyone’s guard has been kept down for several years now, if Chrysalis’s story is anything to go by.
>”Oh hello! Miss Frost!” Principal Cadance is a lot prettier than you expected. “Did you already check in?”
“Y-yeah.” You reply in a sheepish girl voice. “My parents are waiting out front because they have to go back to work, but need you to sign something first.”
>”Like an official permission slip?” Cadance tilts her head and lets her bright and colorful locks of hair bounce slightly.
“I think it is that.”
>”Can’t they come in here and sign it?”
“I have it right here.” You pull out the bogus stack of stapled papers with information about peanut allergies and stuff on them. “They need the school principal’s signature. I’m sorry I’m late today.”
>”Oh, it’s alright. I’m glad you started showing up more often. We’ve been starting to miss you.”
>She puts her signature on the dotted line at the end and the date next to it.
>”You head to class now, I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Thanks!”
>You meander deeper into the school as Principal Cadance walks out the front toward where a car is parked.
>She had always wondered what car that girl’s parents drove, as equally absent from PTA meetings as they are.
>The window rolls down to reveal a friendly wave.
>You had gone through most of the rest of the school by now, soon walking out the same side door you went in.
>”Hey uh, where’s Creme Yogurt?” Cadance refers to the father of Orange Frost.
>”Oh, he’s right back there!” The disguised driver points back. “Say hi, honey!”
>Cadance leans into the vehicle to get a good look at him.
>Only after the chloroform napkin presses into her face does she see that no one’s sitting back there.
>~
>Well that was fucking easy.
>You carried out your queen’s dirty deeds for her.
>Or at least helped her do so mostly herself.
>”I take it you would like to go find out what happened to your car.” Chrysalis stands next to an unconscious Cadance on the creaky kitchen table.
>You nod.
>”If you’d like, you are free to go. Your work is done for now.”
“What about you?”
>”Trust me, I’ll be fine.” She smiles over at her newest captor. “I know your heart is in the… right place now. I know you’ll be loyal and keep this hush hush.”
>Part of you really wants to stay with your queen, but you might as well go tell your folks that you’re alright so they don’t start sending people looking for you.
>As far as they know, you disappeared right before making it to one of the big cities along the way of your road trip some number of… weeks ago?
>You don’t even know how long it’s been at this point.
>It’s not like you completely want to abandon your ACTUAL life, but Chrysalis has become a part of it that you do not want removed nor discovered by the rest of your life.
>You’re given enough money for a rental motorcycle to get tot he nearest impound lot, since walking around would be sketchy.
>You leave the mansion, not exactly sure what Chrysalis plans to do with that school principal you casually and obediently helped her kidnap.
>But you haven’t been yourself for a while; you’re just glad you’re serving your new queen.
>Hopefully she’ll beckon you back soon.
>You’re more than certain she’s going to find you one way or another.
>And so, out of nowhere, you’re back on track with continuing the road trip that was interrupted by that night encounter.
>Almost feeling unfamiliar with it now.
>What the hell did you just help start up back there?
>Are the students at that school going to notice anything different about their principal?
>Will Cadance turn into a pervert like Chrysalis?
>That's probably another story at this point.
~
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