Unreciprocated (WIP)

>Looking at the human beside her, trapped in her embrace, she wondered how it had come to this.

>But that was stupid.

>She knew why.

>It had all begun months ago, during her infiltration and subsequent attack on Canterlot.

>She had seduced the Captain of the Guard easily, not even needing to resort to physical methods, so powerful was his love.

>It had fed her, sustained her for weeks on end.

>It had tasted delicious.

>But all good things must end.

>And her success was indeed a good thing.

>And as the blast of pure, love-powered magic threw her and her brethren out of the city, she had found it rather ironic.

>She had been thwarted so easily, so simply, by the very thing she had sought to steal.

>Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings, She Who Feasted, was defeated by the source of her power.

>But that was not the end for her.

>No, as she hurtled through the air, launched by the power behind those two insufferable ponies' magic, she had realized that this was not where it ended for her at all.

>Her people, utterly defeated as they were, still required food.

>And she had failed them again.

 

When she had landed, it had hurt. It had hurt very much.

But it hadn't hurt as much as the knowledge that her people, despite all her plotting, were still starving.

Within a few years' time, there might not even be a hive to save.

She had felt what she believed to be true despair that day.

But then she saw him.

Anonymous.

He had, somehow, been hit by the same spell that had struck her and her hive.

He had also been propelled in the same direction she had.

They had even landed together.

And as she looked into his face, trapped in a blissful unconsciousness, something changed.

She had felt something other than hunger, that day.

It was similar to famine, there was no doubt about that.

But it was not the pangs of starvation, but her heart that quaked.

And so Chrysalis learned of a new kind of despair.

The despair of unrequited love.

 

She had ordered the human brought back to the hive with them, ignoring her soldiers' looks of confusion and suspicion.

It was not their place to question her orders.