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- chrysalis needs to choose a successor
- she throws a bunch of random changelings inside an arena full of weapons
- if they want to be her successor they have to kill all the other competitors
- this guy here is the winner
- he becomes her successor
- he assassinates chrysalis and takes her place as ruler of the hive.
Excellent job on this!
The Prince sat down on his portable throne, accompanied by his female attendants, who offered to him a bowl of cream and strawberries, which he plucked and ate casually as he sat in front of the entire population of the Changeling village.
Prince Pavonine: Do you know why I grace you filthy peasants with my presence, today? No, of course you don’t, you’re ignorant Peasants! Simple, a pony has wormed her way into my kingdom, into this village, to be exact. Actually, heh, no, it’s just a pony, it’s a Pretty Pony Princess: Twilight Sparkle. Perhaps one of you would like to inform me of her whereabouts. She and I need to have a little chat, a conversation.
Pavonine looked over at the Changeling villagers/peasants, on their knees, heads held low, none making a peep.
Prince Pavonine: (rolling his eyes) Nochangeling knows. Typical. (He clapped his hooves together and one of the guards came up, carrying a small bag that jingled as it bounced in his fangs) Then there is a reward. Shall we say... 100,000 Yen? (sees the peasants’ eyes open and some of their heads raise and titters) And then all of a sudden, somechangeling does know.
There was still silence, until the Prince’s righthand Changeling and guard, Scarab loses his patience.
Scarab: LOOSEN YOUR TONGUES OR LOSE YOUR TONGUES!
Guards surrounded the gathered villagers; a couple grabbed one unfortunate Changeling stallion, holding his throat under their legs in a hold, while another pulled out a pair of large, filthy pliers, grinning sadistically.
Prince Pavonine: (casually, eating a strawberry slavered with cream as he speaks) Cut out his tongue, then… cut off his horn and… oh, and then rip off his wings. One an hour until somechangeling talks!
(The Changeling stallion screamed in terror and pain, accompanied by mares and fillies as the horror taking place before them. Pavonine just continued to eat his strawberries like nothing was happening while one of his attendants rubbed his neck in a massaging manner)
I got this print at Crystal Mountain Pony Con!
And I'm just barely finding you on DeviantArt. I'm not lazy at all!