How they met (Patreon)

Late, was in the hour in which Celestia prepared herself. Tonight, like many nights before, and surely many nights after, she’d fight Chrysalis, and hopefully defeat her again, leaving her a broken, hot mess on the floor. This had developed into something of a personal rivalry, ever since the Canterlot Wedding, Celestia wanted to get even with Chrysalis, and they did, with her besting her in their first fight. That seemed like yesterday to Celestia. She looked down at her hefty, heavenly bosom, pressing her hands against the underside, hefting and bouncing them, her nipples were already nice and hard at the thought of showing up Chrysalis again. She then donned her rather simple, brown top that matched her loincloth. She could have worn much more fancy, golden attire, but that didn’t matter much to her tonight. She then put on her simple, grey gloves, fastening them on, and throwing a few punches in front of the mirror, her boobs jiggled and bounced with each throw she made. After a few punches, she finally made her way down the hallway, her simple sandals making an echo ring out through the halls of the castle. Once she arrived to the ‘fighting chamber’, she was greeted by something she had grown quite used to.

Celestia looked on as a green fire enveloped one portion of the room, rather than burning and tarnishing the stone floors and damage the carpet, it revealed a figure, finally the green fires died down, revealing the Changeling Queen herself! She stood there in a rather drab, bland looking green dress as well. It did little to hide her own impressive chest and barely hid her own evil, royal crotch as well. She also had on a pair of simple, green gloves. She tapped her gloves together, and approached her foe, her black heels clacking loudly against the floors of the arena. Chrysalis was excited, today was the day, she was going to destroy Celestia, if only she could humiliate her in front of all her pesky subjects..but this would have to do! As she approached, she placed her hands on her hips, an evil smirk on her face. “Looks like you found the finest in sack cloths to drape over your fat, sunny tits.” Celestia simply rolled her eyes before speaking up. “And you look like you found the finest in swamp moss and grass and stitched it together to make something to hide your cowardly form..no wonder you like taking the form of others, Chrysalis.”

Chrysalis’s eyes widened, she bared her sharp fangs and hissed at her foe, before simply raising a glove and pointing at her. “You..will fall on this night, and I shall take sweet, sweet pleasure in your defeat Celestia!” Celestia took a much more prepared stance, raising a fist to strike her, “Then let’s see you try!” 

And so, like many other nights before, and many nights after, a battle began, but who’d win on this occasion?

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