>Your footsteps echo throughout the gloomy corridors again.
>Making your way past cell after cell.
>Deep beneath the otherwise very pretty castle.
>Way below the both colourful and happy population.
>The warmth of the sunny day is long gone.
>Again.
>You know how this place is.
>Doesn’t stop it from being spooky, though.
>You keep moving, until you once again stand in front of your target.
>The large cell.
>The significant prisoner.
>A pair of large green eyes glow from a dark corner as you sit down on the bench in front of said cell.
>”… So you decided to come back after all.”
>You lean back against the stone wall and assume a relaxed position.
”Yeah.”
>The chains binding her forelegs to the hind ones jingle and scrape against the hard floor as she walks closer.
”Then again, it was a queen’s request.”
>You smirk a little.
>Her dangerous-looking teeth are exposed as she grins.
>”I see. A respectable decision, then.”
”So, how have you been?”
>She stops by the bars keeping her trapped and sits down.
>She’s always looked both feral and, well, kind of filthy, maybe.
>Being dark and insect-like kind of ruins any strong impression of cleanliness or refined looks.
>But there’s something about her that makes her seem wearier now.
>”I suppose I’m doing well enough, considering the circumstances.”
>Her head turns as she looks around.
>Not that there’s much for her to see from there.
>”But it can get a little dull, I’ll admit.”
”I can imagine.”
>Yeah, that’s not really difficult.
>Her eyes move back to you.
>You don’t know if those slitted emeralds are either enticing or scary.
>Both?
>”Now, what brings you back to me, dear ape?”
”We’ve been over this before.”
>”What?”
>She smirks knowingly.
>Goddammit.
”Nevermind. I’m here because you’re here, basically.”
>”Did you finally come to ravish me?”
”Oh, for crying out loud…”
>She just laughs at your reaction.
>Her strange voice fills the empty dungeon, joyful echoes bouncing of the cold walls.
>You sit back and wait for her to finish.
>”You’re still a dull male.”
“Too bad.”
>”Perhaps.”
“Let’s talk about something else. First of all, I see you’re still here.”
>”Obviously.”
>She carries an expression of amusement.
”So… What happened to escaping?”
>”Oh, that? Later. Did you run to your princesses?”
>She tilts her head.
>You detect a little mockery in her tone.
”No. No, as a matter of fact I did not.”
>”Oh. Well, that’s a little disappointing.”
>You raise an eyebrow.
”And why’s that?”
>She looks towards the ceiling thoughtfully.
>”I assumed you’d be more of a dutiful citizen. Perfectly loyal to those two mares.”
>Her eyes flick back to you and she displays another of her wolfish grins.
>”Perhaps you aren’t?”
>There’s something about her predatory gaze that makes you a little uncomfortable.
”Sure I am. I just don’t know about passing on silly boasts.”
>She actually frowns at that.
>”Silly boasts? Very well, if you prefer to see it like that…”
>”It doesn’t matter.”
>You watch her lie down by the cell bars and begin to study one as if it was interesting.
>”So, tell me…”
>You just look at her.
>”Which one is your favourite?”
>That catches you by surprise.
“Which…?”
>”Of the princesses.”
>She looks at you, the amused smirk once again visible.
>You pause.
”… Are you planning on assassinating one of them?”
>She snorts loudly before bursting into another laugh.
>”Good g- How devious do you think I am? Although…”
>She taps her chin thoughtfully with a hoof.
”I’m not actually trying to give you any ideas, mind you.”
>”Really? A pity. It doesn’t seem entirely terrible.”
”Maybe not to you.”
>”And that’s what matters.”
”You’re pretty selfish.”
>She giggles.
>Not in a cute girly manner.
>”Don’t worry. I’m not quite heartless, although I have no doubt many ponies enjoy seeing me that way.”
”I guess the invasion may have nicked your reputation.”
>”Yes. That. Even when it was going so well…”
>A deep sigh leaves her.
>”I’ll just have to try again another time.”
”Right.”
>”M-hm.”
>She studies the thick bar in front of her head again.
>… She’s not going to break out while you’re sitting right there, is she?
“They’re just metal.”
>”Hm? Oh. Yes, I know. They don’t need enchantments when my magic is already taken care of.“
>She bumps the purple gem on her horn against the metallic bar.
>They ring surprisingly sharply.
”Ponies can enchant the prison cells?”
>”Of course.”
>Her eyes give you a quick once-over.
>Then her mouth widens into a devious smirk.
>”Perhaps they would do that if they ever needed to lock a big, strong thing like you away.”
>You frown.
>That was…
“That was a pretty strange attempt at a compliment.”
>”At least I tried.”
”Are you actually trying to flatter me?”
>”Can’t I be nice?”
”Well, I guess…”
>”Good.”
>She gives you a rather victorious-like smile.
>”Don’t be so belligerent and just accept a queen’s compliments.”
”Fine, fine.”
>You think for a brief moment.
”… your majesty.”
>It makes her snicker.
>”Perhaps you would make a decent subject.”
>You shrug, but while smiling at your strange banter.
”Who knows?”
>”Perhaps I should take you with me before I depart?”
>Smile gone.
>What?
”What?”
>A giggle.
>”Maybe you don’t feel like exploring a new land? Or do you just prefer those princesses to a queen?”
>She grins again.
>It’s still hard to ignore those fangs of hers.
”I don’t really have that sort of relationship to either of them.”
>”Oh? That’s a shame. I thought they would think something like you is exotic.”
“Never been called that before.”
>”Ponies are more picky than I imagined.”
”Plenty of things are more picky than you, changeling.”
>She just snickers.
>”Yes. But I don’t see why anypony should complain.”
>And winks at you.
>Ugh.
”I’m still not going to be seduced that easily.”
>”I can see why you don’t have any ‘relationship’ with the princesses.”
”It’s not like that.”
>”Sure.”
”Hey, I’ve fantasized about plenty of pony booty!”
>Wait.
>Stop!
>TOO MUCH INFO!
>Chrysalis grins again.
>”And yet you won’t make use of a perfectly good opportunity for ‘booty’ right here?”
>She gestures to herself with a hoof.
>Huh.
“I know better.”
>She sighs.
>”Of course.”
”You could always stop trying.”
>”That would be boring.”
>A playful smile.
>”But if you’d ever want to seriously-“
”No thanks.”
>She snorts, suddenly annoyed.
>”Fine.”
>You just roll your eyes at her.
”Shining Armour isn’t that easily forgotten, you know.”
>Her head tilts and she gives you a curious look.
>”Him? What does he matter? He was easily the most convenient target.”
”I’m talking about the mind-rape thing.”
>”Interesting term. No, there was no ‘rape’ of his mind. I merely subdued him and fed on his love.”
”Is that really all?”
>You give her a suspicious look.
>She just smirks at you.
>”Well, I think what I did with him privately is, of course, private.”
>Good god.
>She really is a succubus!
”Okay. This has been a really interesting chat, but I think I’ve spent enough time down here now.”
>”Leaving again?”
>You raise yourself from your seat on the bench.
”I can’t spend all day down here.”
>”You could just not leave.”
>You give her a questioning look.
>”What? Worried your princesses will send their little guards to come fetch you?”
“Something like that.”
>”You still manage to sneak down here to say hello to me.”
>She grins.
”No. I just walk. The guards don’t stop me.”
>She stops grinning.
>”Oh.”
”Sorry to disappoint.”
>”It’s fine. Just be on your way.”
”See you another time.”
>”Maybe.”
>You give her a final look before leaving her cell behind and making your way out of the dungeon.