Anon and Chrysalis Ch20

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Here's Chapter 20 so far. Let me know what you think, either in the thread, skype (heshieok.fasla) or by email at [email protected]. Thanks for reading!

Editv2: You knew this was coming.

EditvFinal: Edited by Navarone. Thanks mate.

-End Note-

 

The Marvellous Mishaps of Anon and Chrysalis

Chapter 20: The Solar Eclipse

 

>It was another boring winter day in the magical land of Equestria.

>You lean back in your lovely armchair, wondering why the ponies even bothered with winter.

>Back home, it was only around because it had to be, but these ponies controlled the weather.

>Maybe it’s tradition. Either way, you still thought it was stupid.

>Chrysalis, in her usual seat, turns to you. “So Anon, what are we going to do today?”

“The same thing we do every day Chrysalis.”

>She blinks, not sure what you’re talking about at all. Better let her off the hook.

”You know, watch TV while you flirt with me despite me having asked you to stop a billion times?”

>”Oh, that. Well, my offers still stand.”

“I’ll pass.”

>She huffs angrily, like she usually did. It made you wonder if she actually had a thing for being turned down.

>You wouldn’t be surprised.

>”Anon?”

>You look over to Derpy, who’s at your doorway with her mailbag.

“Brought me a letter?”

>She nods, trotting over. She pulls them out and dumps them on your lap quickly before heading back out.

>Chrysalis takes an interest in your mail for whatever reason. ”Ooh, anything good?”

>You pick up the stack of paper, rooting through all of it. Let’s see...

>Bill, bill, bill, Pure Life, bill... Blueblood’s estate? Why is he se-

>Oh crap. You never read that first letter he sent you. What if it was urgent?

>Wait a second Anon, why do you even care? Blueblood is an asshole. Hrm, better see what he wants...

>You single out the offending paper, ripping it open.

 

“A letter from Blueblood. You don’t know him.”

>”No, I don’t. A friend of yours?”

>You laugh. A friend? Blueblood? Does not compute.

“Not quite. Let’s just say he’s your typical noble type.”

>”Ah, so his head is up his ass. Thanks for the heads up. What does he want?”

“Let’s find out?”

>You take out the letter proper, its paper being specially decorated with what you figure is his family’s insignia.

>It looked... pretty stupid. Way too many roses and unicorn heads for your liking.

“Let’s see...

To Anonymous,

I can only assume my previous letter got lost in your city’s peasant mail system. No matter, I will restate my issues for you.

My aunt, Princess Luna, has seen fit to spend an exorbitant amount of time with my person in recent times. She has explained that this has to do with you rejecting her.

Now, while I will not judge your clearly absurd tastes, my auntie has been making it much harder for me to properly interact with my fellow nobles. It simply isn’t fair that I spend every waking moment with her.

As such, I ask that you, when possible, come down to my manor in Canterlot so we can work out these issues.

Sincerely,

HRH, Prince Blueblood of Unicornia”

>You stare at the paper for a few minutes, considering what to do about it.

>Yeah, sorry Blue, but that’s not happening. You crumple up the letter, tossing it into a garbage can across the room.

>It bounces off the rim. Fuck.

>”Excellent shot Anonymous. How long have you been playing?”

“Shut up Chrysalis.”

 

>Chrysalis simply laughs as you get up to properly throw Blueblood’s letter away.

>Grumbling, you return to your seat to read the rest of the letters.

>Besides the bills, and Pure Life’s rustling of the month, there isn’t anything noteworthy.

>”...Why would Rainbow even do that? Eugh.”

“Just wait until she sends one about all the stuff you did. I’m certain it’ll be worse.”

>”Well at least I have high standards.”

“If you say so, Chrysalis.”

>She rolls her eyes, looking back to her TV shows.

>That’s when your doorbell rings out. Oh good, more distractions.

>On the plus side, Fluttershy had pretty much left you alone now.

>She did occasionally approach you on the streets, but your house was safe now safe from the fluttering menace.

>That left Applejack and occasionally Lyra to come and pester you about things.

>You head over to the door, Chrysalis not even bothering to help.

>How generous of her. You now knew who to call if Rarity couldn’t perform her duty.

>Arriving at door all riled up, you throw it open, angrily staring down at what you assume is Applejack.

>Your eyes fail to spot a face though, just a white chest. Wait...

>You slowly look up, eventually meeting the friendly gaze of Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria.

>”Hello Anonymous. How is everything?”

“Um... okay? What are you doing here in Ponyville?”

>She smiles at you, “Well, I’m free for today; I figured that I should check up on my students here in Ponyville.”

“Oh. Right. Uh, right this way?”

 

>She nods as you guide her into your home.

>She actually hasn’t actually been here before, so you give her a quick rundown.

>You tell her the bedrooms are upstairs, you point to the kitchen, and then you actually take her into your living room.

>Chrysalis’ eyes go wide once she spots your visitor.

>”Hello Chrysalis. I thought I’d check in on you and your learning. I hope I’m not intruding on anything.”

>”You are intruding! Shoo!” She shoos her off. It’s not working.

“Really Chrysalis? What is she intruding on?”

>She smiles deviously at you, “The two of us of course. You were giving me a very intimate massage, isn’t that right?”

>Why would she say that in front of Celestia...

>Despite it being a blatant lie, there was no way for the sun princess to know this. God damnit Chrys...

>”Oh... I wasn’t aware you two were... so close.”

“We’re not, she’s making it up.”

>”Anon, shush. You know your lips are no good at talking.”

>You’re tempted to walk over and punch that grin off her face, but her magic would probably vaporize you right after.

>Celestia blinks, at a loss for words.

>She shakes her head, dismissing Chrysalis’ inappropriate claims. “Well I’m sure you two can get back to... that, later.”

>She takes a few steps into the room, strategically placing herself in front of the television.

>Chrysalis groans, reluctantly shutting it off. “Well? What do you need from the changeling queen today?”

 

>Celestia rolls her eyes teasingly, “Oh Chrysalis, please. I’m just curious of your progress, that’s all.”

>”...My progress?”

>”Yes. You’re studying the magic of friendship, just like Twilight. Tell me, what are some things you’ve learned recently?”

>Chrysalis opens her mouth to speak, but blanks. She closes her maw, thinking of what to say next.

>You just stand off to the side, grinning. Karma’s a bitch, and now she’s knocking on Chrysalis’ door.

>”...Why do you want to know? Twilight has probably given you all of them by now anyway.”

>”She’s made wonderful progress, that’s true. But everyp0ny has different experiences. I’m just curious of what some of yours have been. Come now, don’t be shy.”

>”I’m not being shy.”

“No, you’re being stubborn. And I think I know why.”

>Celestia turns to you, “Oh?”

“I’m pretty sure Chrysalis here hasn’t been keeping up to date with her studies, princess.”

>”Shut up Anonymous! How would you even know that?”

>”Well, you haven’t sent me any letters in a few months. It would explain it.”

>Chrysalis turns away from her. “Hmph, not my problem. Your ‘studies’ are absurd anyhow. There is no ‘magic’ in friendship.”

>Oh poor deluded Chrysalis. She has no idea what she’s talking about.

>Celestia doesn’t frown, but she’s no longer smiling. ”I assure you, that’s not the case. Why don’t we visit Twilight? I’m sure she could push you down the right path.”

>”I don’t have a choice in this, do I?”

>Celestia’s smile returns. She shakes her head. “No.”

 

>And so off you went, down the streets of Ponyville with Princess Celestia.

>She led the way, understandably.

>You found the reactions the various bystanders gave your group pretty amusing.

>Though the ponies weren’t really afraid of Queen Chrysalis anymore. Hell, her presence didn’t even lower the value of homes either.

>Well except your neighbours. But they didn’t talk to you anyway. Jerks.

>It didn’t take that long to get to the Library. Celestia stood before the door, tapping on it briefly.

>”Celestia, you realize this is a public building, correct? You don’t have to knock.”

>”I’m simply being polite. What if Twilight is getting an ‘intimate massage’ right now?”

>You chuckle at the princess’ joke. That changes to a laugh when you see Chrysalis’ face. Hahaha...

>Oh, these mares slap you in the knee. You vow to bring Celestia down here more often.

>Chrysalis eventually recovers, rolling her eyes. “You’re too nice Celestia. You need to be firm, or no one will take you serious. Now, if you’ll excuse me...”

>Celestia backs up, letting Chrysalis pass to the door. She opens it right up, barging in.

>You follow after her, Celestia entering last.

>Oh god damnit. The first mare you spot in the library is, of course, Applejack. And worst of all? She spotted you too.

>”Howdy partner!”

“...Hi.”

>You continue inside, paying the Applerapist little mind.

>She’s disappointed that you won’t play along, at least for a little.

 

>Of course, that leaves her in a good position to notice Princess Celestia walking into the room.

>She yells out in surprise, quickly falling into a bow.

>Rarity and Twilight look over to her, being interrupted from their conversation with Chrysalis.

>Confused, they look to the doorway, seeing Celestia. They blink in shock.

>Celestia smiles at her subjects. “Hello Twilight, Rarity, Applejack. How have you been?”

>Rarity responds first. Good thing she takes all those acting classes.

>”Just marvellous your majesty. How about you?”

>The princess smiles back, “Quite fine. Thank you.” She glances to Twilight, who nods quickly.

>She continues. “Well Twilight, as you know, Chrysalis here is studying the magic of friendship, just like you. Unfortunately, she’s having some trouble.”

>Twilight looks at Chrysalis sceptically. “Some trouble? What kind of trouble?”

>Celestia goes through the lengthly process of explaining that Chrysalis has no idea how to friendship.

>You knew it would take some time to go through everything, so you slip by to the opposite side of the room, taking a seat near Rarity.

>Of course this doesn’t stop Applejack from coming to pester you.

>”So, Anon. How’re y’all doin’?”

“I’m fine. Do you need something from me?”

>”Ah can think of a few things in those pants a’ yers that I need. Mind takin’ em out?”

>You roll your eyes, pulling your wallet out of your pocket. You flick a bit at her.

“There, now go buy your alcohol.”

 

>”...That ain’t what I meant, Anon.”

“Shut up drunk. We all know what you do with your apples.”

>She narrows her eyes. “Now listen here Anon, Sweet Apple Acres does not produce alcoholic beverages.”

“Cider is an alcoholic beverage.”

>”What? No it ain’t!”

>Her rising volume now had the attention of Rarity. “Darling, please. You can argue about cider when the princess /isn’t/ in the room.”

>”Now look here Rarity, this one’s bashin’ mah farm’s honor! Ah cain’t just sit around and let him do that!”

>”You can and you will.” She turns away from her, refocusing on the Princess.

>Grumbling, Applejack distances herself from you. You smirk.

>Now you HAVE to bring Celestia down more. There are no ifs about it.

>Speaking of which, what are those three talking about? You aren’t even paying attention...

>Celestia sighs, “Chrysalis, there’s no reason to be so hostile about this. Twilight has learned all about friendship, and look at her.” She gestures to her faithful student. “Don’t you see how happy she is?”

>”I’m happy as I stand, Princess.”

>Celestia glances over to you, then back to Chrysalis. “You know, if you learned how to be a good friend, I’m sure Anonymous would be more receptive to your... hints.”

>Chrysalis narrows her eyes at the princess. Twilight smiles nervously.

>”So you’re saying that if I master this friendship magic of yours that I’ll be able to bed Anon?”

>You open your maw to dispel that myth, but it’s too late. Celestia is already nodding. “Most likely.”

 

>That’s enough to convince her. She turns to Twilight. “Alright, tell me about friendship. Everything.”

>Twilight looks at her incredulously. “But I told you everything I know months ago. Did you really forget all of it?”

>”Less complaining, more friendship.”

>Twilight sighs and begins to, once again, tell Chrysalis about friendship. This time she stuck to her personal experiences with friendship, telling her about all of the various misadventure she and her friends had over the previous two years or so.

>Like how she had received two tickets to the grand galloping gala, despite having five other friends.

>Or that one time when Applejack wouldn’t accept any help on her farm during an Applebuck season.

>And various other mishaps. Twilight’s life is definitely much more... interesting that the average ponies.

>It took maybe an hour for her to recount all of her tales. Chrysalis is actually focused on her now.

>Though, she focused on her when they had their first discussion on the subject. It clearly didn’t stick.

>”Hm. I see. So situations like that can make me a friendship master?”

>Twilight frowns, “Well, I wouldn’t say I’m a friendship master...”

>”Whatever.” The queen turns to Princess Celestia. “Celestia, how exactly will listening to these stories help me become a master of friendship anyhow?”

>”Well Chrysalis, I’m sure you’ve been through a few similar situations here in Equestria.”

 

>Chrysalis shrugs, “Maybe a few. But I didn’t act like Twilight did whatsoever. So I’ll ask again, how does this help me?”

>Celestia frowns at her. “Well, perhaps when you end up with a similar problem, you can try what Twilight did. I guarantee you’ll be surprised by how well it works.”

>She looks over to Twilight who nervously nods.

>Celestia thinks for a second before an idea comes to her. “In fact, why not tell us about one of these situations.”

>”Why are so interested in my personal life again?”

“Chrysalis, stop whining and do it. What do you have to lose?”

>She glares at you before finally deciding you’re pretty much right. She thinks.

>”Hm. Well, there was this one time there was only one muffin left, but a bunch on ponies wanted it.”

>Celestia nods, “And what happened?”

>Chrysalis rolls her eyes. Like she had to even say. “I took it? I am royalty after all.”

>Everyone, even Celestia, groans at this. Why was Chrysalis so bad at this?

>Twilight speaks up. “Well, what do you think you could have done to make everyp0ny happy?”

>Chrysalis shrugs, “Make more muffins?”

“You have magic Chrys. Why not, oh I don’t know, split the muffin into equal parts? Honestly, why is this such a difficult thing for you to grasp?”

>She gapes, her face slowly contorting itself in anger.

>”Be quiet Anonymous! I’m fully capable of becoming good at making friends!”

“Yet you only have any friends here because of me. It doesn’t take a genius to put one and one together.”

 

>She stands up, glaring at you furiously. “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?”

“The lonely queen Chrysalis. What do you think?”

>She glares at you, fuming. “How dare you! And here I thought we got along so well. Hmph!”

>Celestia sighs. “Chrysalis, please sit down.”

>The changeling angrily complies. She doesn’t let up the death glare though, continuing to stare you down.

>If you had a drink, you would take a sip right now.

>What’s she going to do? Zap you with her magic?

>Though, you can feel a pit forming in your stomach. You didn’t need to be that harsh.

>Twilight smiles nervously, “Well anyhow Chrysalis... uh... If you ever need any help with the magic of friendship, just me know! I’ll help you out!”

>The queen eyes Twilight, not certain. “...Fine.”

>She looks over to Celestia. “Can I go now?”

>Celestia sighs. “Yes, I suppose you can go. “

>She doesn’t need to be told twice. She stands, quickly trotting off without you.

>”And Chrysalis?”

>The mare in question glares back at Celestia. ”What is it?”

>”I promise, you’ll be much better off. You’ll thank me later.”

>She gets no response. Chrysalis storms off, likely to find Ditto and vent her frustrations.

>You stand. [spoiler][/spoiler]”I should probably go too. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her.”

>You head out, Celestia simply nodding at you. Unfortunately, Applejack follows you.

>Thinking better than to go apologize to Chrysalis while she’s all pissed off, you decide to find something else to kill the time.

 

>Rainbow should be somewhere in town. You could hang with her, maybe get some ideas on how to pacify the queen.

>Of course, first you have to ditch Applejack.

>”So, partner, what do ya wanna do?”

“I want you to go away. You annoy me.”

>She rolls her eyes. “You always say that Anon. But we both know it ain’t so.”

>She continues to follow you as you walk down the streets of Ponyville.

>To your dismay, all your friends have pretty much vanished. Hell, even Lyra would be better right about now.

>Hm. Maybe you should find a colt for horny little Applejack. He’d shut her up at least.

>Applejack is ranting on about something. At least she’s forgotten about you bashing her cider.

“Please Applejack, stop.”

>”Yer tired of yappin’ too? Good. Why don’t we find someplace nice ‘n’ private and get to it then?”

“...Applejack, seriously, go away. Don’t make me get Rainbow Dash.”

>She chuckles, “Rainbow ain’t in town today. Didn’t she tell ya about that?”

 >...Fuck. She’s right. How could you have forgotten that Rainbow is at Cloudsdale today?

“...Must have slipped my mind.”

>”Well then. It’s just the two of us. Where to, partner?”

“...I can think of a few places. Uh... follow me.”

>Shit, think Anon. How are you going to get out of this mess now?

>While you might be able to take her if you caught her off guard, you’d still be a mess by the time she was dealt with.

>Not to mention she could win. That wouldn’t be fun.

 

>It’s safe to assume that she’d just jump you if there’s no one around to watch.

>Well, you haven’t seen Lyra in awhile. What could possibly go wrong?

>No Anon, don’t say that. There’s so much that could go wrong right now.

>You blink, feeling a hoof way too close to your crotch. You look down.

>And there’s Applejack, feeling you up.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

>”Ya zoned out me partner. Ah figured Ah’d wake you up with a kiss.”

“Right. How about you stop touching me?”

>She frowns, disappointed. “Y’all aren’t making this easy, you know.”

“That’s kind of the point, Applejack.”

>You back off of her, making your way to Lyra’s home as fast as you can without appearing to be running.

>”So playin’ hard ta get’s your fetish then? Ah’ll need ta let Fluttershy know ‘bout that later...”

>You ignore her, focusing on getting the hell away from her.

>Why would she even tell Fluttershy what your fetish was anyway? Not that she knew it, of course.

>Whatever, you can’t be bothered with it right now. You need to escape.

>Speaking of which, Lyra’s home was right ahead. Victory is yours.

>”We goin’ ta Lyra’s? Eh, not sure if Ah’m big on a foursome, Anon.”

>Ignoring the horny mare, you arrive at the house. You’re about to knock but there’s a note on the door.

“Hm? ...Off to the movies, will be back later. – Lyra and Bonbon.”

>Wonderful. Just what you need.

>”So, where to Anon? Yer place, or mine?”

“...Applejack, don’t you have a farm to take care of?”

 

>”It’s winter, Anon. My chores ain’t nothing no more.”

>You sigh, rubbing your forehead.

>Maybe you could shake her somehow? She can outrun you, yes, but if you could get away without her knowing, you’d be set.

“Applejack, look, can we do this another time? I’m actually pretty busy.”

>”Too busy for lil’ ol’ me? C’mon Anon, you need ta loosen up. Why don’t we see a movie?”

>Going to see a movie? With Applejack? Really?

>You glance around, desperately hoping for something to distract Applejack with.

>There’s nothing. Not a single thing. You should have gone to the market.

>That pear vendor always riled up Applejack.

>Maybe Lyra or Bonbon could still be of use. They were at the movies.

“...Alright, I’ll bite. Lead the way?”

>She grins seductively, charging ahead of you.

>You follow her for awhile, going a bit slower than you usually would. Unfortunately she’s making sure to check back regularily to make sure you’re still there.

>She also keeps waggling her ass at you. Whatever she’s trying to do, it’s not working.

>Soon enough, you’re at the movies.

>There’s... honestly nothing really playing. But thinking  it through, this could be used to your advantage.

>After all, Chrysalis fell asleep watching a boring movie last time. Maybe you can get Applejack to do the same?

>”Well, here we are partner. Ah trust ya can choose a good movie for us?”

“Yeah, definitely. Heh... Let’s see...”

>Hm... The Ponynator? That came out. You’d have to see that sometime later, but it won’t help right now.

 

>There’s some others like that. Why has this theatre’s movie quality risen so quickly?

>Hm? The Pony Notebook? Yes, that will work.

>You approach the vendor and get your tickets. You gesture for Applejack to follow.

>It’s one of the smaller theatres, but not significantly so. There’s a good number of ponies watching this showing.

>Which is good. You don’t want Applejack trying anything while you’re here.

>”Why don’t we get a seat in the back Anon?”

“Uh... Sure. Oh, I forgot popcorn, silly me. I’ll be right back with it...”

>Applejack smiles obliviously at you. “Get me some pretzels too, if they got ‘em.”

>Pretzels huh? You know quite well that there are no pretzels at this movie theatre. Clearly she doesn’t watch many movies... Or maybe she’s up to something?

>Either way, you quickly nod and head off.

>The lobby is packed for whatever reason. Why do these ponies need to herd around here now of all times?

>No matter. All pale before your... height, and you’re gone in a flash.

>Excellent work Anonymous. Now Applejack will be after your head instead of your dick.

>At least you have a skull to protect your head...

>Now then, off to home. You don’t want to be anywhere unsafe while Applejack is after your ass.

>Not that your door really kept her out, but some warning is better than none.

>Almost there Anon. You can see your house off in the distance.

>...And Fluttershy is in front of it, knocking on the door? What.

“Fluttershy, what are you doing?”

 

>She jumps, turning to you. “Oh! Anon! Hi! I... I didn’t know you weren’t home...”

“Well, I’m home now. What’s up?”

>You’re trying not to sound panicked, but you can’t help it. Applejack won’t just sit around forever.

>This understandably isn’t help Fluttershy relax either.

>”W-Well um... I...”

>You see she’s got a covered basket. Hm?

“What’s in the basket, Fluttershy?”

>”Oh? Oh! Right um. Well, I’ve got some muffins that I made... N-no poison joke this time, I promise!” She smiles nervously.

>Oh Fluttershy, when will you learn?

“Well, I have nothing else to do right now. Want to come in?”

>She blinks, lost for words. Did she expect you to just eat them out here or something? It’s cold.

>Though not as cold as it could be. The sun made sure of that.

>You take her stuttering as a yes and open up the door, quickly heading inside.

>Fluttershy follows in, watching as you go through the extensive locking procedures to keep Applejack out.

>Of course, she’ll probably just jump through a window. These ponies really need to invent mareproof glass.

>Maybe you can have Twilight enchant them sometime. Yes, that’d do.

>”Um... Anon?”

>Hm? Oh. Right. Fluttershy is here. You had gotten distracted again...

“Yeah Fluttershy?”

>”Er... Well, would you like a muffin?”

“Sure, why not.”

>She passes one over to you. There’s no blue specks inside it this time. Cautiously, you take a bite.

>You could never tell with Fluttershy. You were really putting your faith in her to not drug the muffins.

 

>”How is it?”

>You chew it up a bit. While it isn’t a Derpy muffin, it’s not bad.

“Pretty good. Thanks.”

>”Oh it was nothing! Anything for you, Anon.”

>Anything for me huh. That sounded... a tad more desperate than you’d like. Whatever.

>As long as she isn’t forcing you to do anything, there’s no issue. Rapists aren’t your fetish.

>And neither are extremely shy girls. If anything, it just bugged you.

>”So, uh, what should we do now?”

“Meh. I need to talk to Chrysalis later, but she isn’t here. So...”

>You pick up your remote, turning on your box of mild entertainment.

“Time to veg out.”

>And so, like with Rainbow Dash, Chrysalis, Derpy and Ditto before her, Fluttershy vegged out with you.

>Despite being a bit uncomfortable, she eventually loosened up a little bit.

>She even tried her hooves at making a few jokes about what you were watching.

>All of them came across as incredibly forced, but a bad joke is funny too.

>Of course, then she done goofed.

>”You know Anon, we’ve been at this for so long, the two of us. This, you know, cat and mouse thing.”

“Mhm. Except the cat’s afraid of the mouse half the time.”

>She smiles nervously, “Well... Yes, I guess so. You are really big, though. It’s hard not to be scared!”

“Of come on. I’m not that scary, am I?”

>She quickly shakes her head, “N-No! Of course not!”

>You frown, not buying it. Ouch, Fluttershy. That’s not cool.

>”Well, anyway, you remember how I was always trying to figure out your fetish, right?”

 

“Yeah, like I could forget that. Where did you even learn about all of those?”

>Her face turns beet red, “Oh um... I have a lot of spare time.”

“I’m sure.”

>You glance back to your TV. You don’t even remember what it is you’re watching. Something about the smelting process of iron.

>”Well, since that’s all past us... I’m just really curious, uh... What exactly IS your fetish, Anon?”

>You turn back to her. She shrinks away from you, smiling nervously.

“Fluttershy, honestly, I don’t have a fetish. I’m sure lots of ponies don’t.”

>She blinks, slowly nodding. “Oh. Hm. I guess that explains it then.”

>After that incident, Fluttershy showed little sign of her old stalker self.

>At this point, you were certain she was done annoying you.

>Hours past, you and Fluttershy doing... nothing really productive at all. The time passed mostly in silence; Fluttershy isn’t really that talkative.

>It left you with lots of time to think of how you’d apologize to Chrysalis.

>You figure you’ll just do what you usual do. Show up, apologize, and then hang out with them.

>It hadn’t failed before. It shouldn’t fail now.

>But hours passed, and there was no sign of the queen in question. Derpy had even come home with Dinky before she did.

>Fluttershy appeared a bit jealous of Derpy’s seat on your lap, but didn’t speak of it. Why would she?

>As far as you could tell, her obsession with you was in the past.

>Your door opens up once again. You glance to the doorway, spotting Commander Ditto.

 

“Hey Ditto, how was your day off?”

>”Fine. How about you?”

“Alright, I guess. I pissed Chrysalis off, though. Any idea where she’s at?”

>He shakes his head. What. How can Ditto not know where Chrysalis is?

“What do you mean? Didn’t she come to see you today?”

>”Er, no.”

>You blink. Derpy worriedly looks up at you, but remains quiet, as does Fluttershy.

>”...Have you checked her room? She probably came here before you did.”

>You blink once again. God damnit Anon, why didn’t you think of that?

>She was sitting up there the entire time, and you didn’t even go say hello.

>You can feel a pit developing in your stomach. You scoot Derpy off of you, rising to your feet.

“I’ll check there. Thanks.”

>You make your way upstairs, quickly heading over to the queen’s room.

>Before you stands her door, ever mocking. You can’t hear anything coming from within. Maybe she isn’t here?

>Can’t risk it, Anon. You must make amends.

>You reach to the door, knocking on it. You wait for a response.

>It comes about a minute later, from what sounds like a very disoriented Chrysalis. “What is it? Who’s there!”

“It’s me. I’ve come to apologize about earlier. Can I come in?”

>Silence. You wait for a few minutes, not sure if she means no or yes. Hrm.

>The door slowly opens, though only a crack. That’s a yes, then.

>You enter the dark room. You really should tell Chrysalis to paint her room a different color. Black is... well, black.

>Speaking of the queen, there she is, sitting on the bed.

 

>She’s clearly seen better days. Her mane is a mess, and she definitely appears to have been crying.

>You cautiously approach her, the door magically closing behind you.

>”T-That’s close enough.”

>You stop in place, smiling awkwardly at her.

“Well, uh... Sorry about earlier. Honest. I didn’t think you’d take it so... poorly.”

>”You should have.” Her words are all choked up. She definitely mad.

“Yeah... Well, we always take shots at each other. I figured it was, you know, just that. Nothing more.”

>”You mocked my ability to make friends in front of an entire room of ponies, including Princess Celestia!”

“Well, yes... But-“

>”But nothing Anonymous. That wasn’t fair to anyp0ny there.”

>You can’t come up with any way to counter her. It was true, that was bullshit.

>Though, at least the others didn’t say anything about it. Who knew what they thought, though.

“You’re right. That was pretty fucked up of me.”

>She nods, looking away from you.

“And I suppose asking you to forgive me is stepping too far. Hrm.”

>”You’re right. Talk is cheap.”

>Hm. The ball is in her court now.

“So, how can I make it up to you then? I don’t want us being all angry forever. That wouldn’t be fun.”

>”Why wouldn’t it, Anon? Isn’t that what our relationship is anyway?”

“What? Why would you think that?”

>She turns back to you, glaring. “Why wouldn’t I? You never take me seriously. I’m a queen, Anon! I’m not just some highschool filly!”

“Look, Chrysalis...”

 

>You catch a glimpse of some sort of bottle in the corner of the room. Oh god damnit...

>You can already tell this will be bad.

“...Have you been drinking, Chrysalis?”

>”Yes, and what of it? Am I not a grown mare? Can I not make my own decisions?”

“Yes, but you live in my house, and I make the rules. You know what that stuff does to you.”

>She clenches her eyes shut. ”At least it’s consistent.”

>Her whispering is barely audible. Consistent?

>You risk a few steps closer. [spoiler][/spoiler]”What do you mean by that?”

>”What do you think, Anon?”

>You pause, trying to see her logic. You’re taking much longer than she’d prefer, so she tells you anyway.

>”Ever since I got dumped on you by Celestia, our relationship has changed. I can’t even tell how you feel about me anymore. Every day is different...”

“How’d I feel about you then? I don’t remember it ever changing.”

>She looks up you, her expression more pained than you’ve ever seen from her. Whoa.

>”I thought we had something... But now I don’t even know. Have I been wasting my time with you, Anon?”

>You open your mouth, but the words don’t come.

>”Do you love me, Anon?”

>Do you love Chrysalis, Anon? You kept thinking it through, trying to figure out what to say without hurting her any worse than you already have.

>But... How do you feel about Chrysalis? Sure, she was generally a prick, and insensitive to the feelings of others, but well, so were you.

 

>Despite her numerous attempts of seducing you, and that one time in Epsilon Hive, you had never once considered trying to get rid of the mare. But why?

>Thinking it over, it was pretty much an old Flutterstalker, but this one lived right down the hall.

>And she also had very potent magic. While her sister’s mind control had failed, you wouldn’t know for sure if her’s would also bounce off your human psyche.

>Yet here she was, sitting in your house. She had even been crying. You had made Fluttershy cry before, and while you felt bad, you never actually considered going to her to apologize.

>You feel even worse about it now. You didn’t think it was possible to make the changeling queen this upset. Once again, you’ve been proven wrong.

>Not to mention, when she wasn’t being a snobby... well, queen, you enjoyed her company greatly.

>Yes. She’s become one of your best friends. While Rainbow would always be your bro, whether she claimed to be or not, Chrysalis is a close second.

>So yes. Yes, you can say that to her. It may not be strong, but it’s there.

>And you know that much will be good enough for her.

>You silently hope this doesn’t come back to bite you later, but Chrysalis needed to hear this.

“Yes Chrysalis, I do.”

>She blinks slowly, taking it in. “...You... Wait, you-“

“Don’t get any ideas, Chrysalis. It’s... Well, I guess it’s there. Not the strongest thing ever, but it’s there.”

>Her expression quickly brightens up immediately.

>You can’t help but smile with her.

 

>You sit there, smiling at each other for a few minutes.

>Well Anon, you did it. Congratulations on getting a marefriend?

>”So, Anon...”

“Yeah Chrysalis?”

>She gives you her notorious bedroom eyes. “Why don’t we celebrate? Our love, I mean. It’s not like we’re doing anything else...”

>Um. Fuck. Wait, no. Calm down Anon. You can do this. Just put on your cool face.

“Sure, how about we get some icecream? My treat.”

>She rolls her eyes, getting up. “That’s not the cream I want, but I suppose it’ll do.”

>There’s the Chrysalis you know, and well, love? This would take some getting used to.

“Too bad for you. Love isn’t all about sex, you know.”

>”Ha! You should tell Ditto that.”

>She trots out of her room, leaving the door open for you.

>Heh. Ditto’s understanding of love was pretty whack, wasn’t it?

>But, hey, it could be worse. He could be going out to get icecream with the queen of another species.

>In the fucking winter, of all times. Hopefully the logic police won’t arrest you.

>Then again, they didn’t bug Pinkie very often, if ever. Hell, knowing her, she runs the fuckers.

>And out you went, with your new mare.

>What could possibly go wrong?

 

>Chrysalis lies back on her bed some time later.

>Despite it being way too cold to actually be eating icecream, she still enjoyed herself.

>The queen was giddy. She had successfully won the race for Anon, as she came to call it, though only to herself.

>Silently, she floats over some paper, a quill, and some ink to write with.

>She begins writing.

>’Dear Princess Celestia,

>Love is a strange thing, isn’t it? Despite what troubles two ponies, or in my case, a changeling and a human, go through, it seems to always win in the end.

>I’m happy to report that I think I’m starting to get this friendship stuff, though I must admit, I still think the whole concept is absurd. But no matter.

>I will keep studying this strange art of yours, and who knows, perhaps you’ll learn something too.

>But right now, I have a coltfriend to seduce. I doubt he’ll be able to resist me for much longer.

>Your always-superior student, Queen Chrysalis

>P.S. Let your sister know she’s lost to me. I’d rather she not stop by without knowing. Thanks.’

>She rolls up the scroll, igniting it with her magic, the ashes rushing out the window into the night sky.

>”Hm. Anon loves me...”

>She looks up at her ceiling, in thought. She smiles.

>”Now I just need to get those pants off... This should be fun.”