>You’re back in Chrysalis’ room again.
>No surprise there, of course.
>But everything feels new. Sort of.
>You’re standing up.
>Away from your corner.
>Chrysalis herself is on her bed, watching you closely.
>She looks calm, albeit a little irritated.
>You feel hopeful, though.
>You’ve been granted a little more freedom by the otherwise pretty cruel Queen.
>But…
>Now you’re not totally sure what to do with yourself.
>You take a few slow steps.
>Move towards the fireplace first.
>The warm flames are not bad to look at.
>Then you look around for a moment.
>Bookshelf.
>Oh yeah. She has books.
>You walks towards it while the green eyes of a killer follow you.
>Honestly, the way she looks at you is a little unsettling.
>But you try to ignore it for the time being.
>The bookshelf itself is large and solid, carved from dark wood and towering above you.
>Simple, twirling patterns are chiseled into each shelf.
>All the books look old and seem to be bound in leather.
>Leather…
>You haven’t seen much of that among the ponies.
>You pick one of the smaller ones.
>The title is written in something golden.
>Not actual gold, obviously. Is it a sort of ink?
>The letters make you worry, though.
>Opening it on a random page confirms your worry.
>It’s the same unintelligible garbage the ponies use.
>The shit that looks kind of like normal writing, but then totally isn’t.
>With a feeling of annoyance you put the book back in its place.
>”Not much of a reader?”
>You turn around and look at Chrysalis.
>She has raised one of her eyebrows.
>Well, no. Not with this language.
“Not exactly.”
>She tilts her head.
>”I had hoped you might have some interest in that. You don’t seem entirely idiotic, at least.”
>So she’s the sort who associates reading with intelligence?
>Did she just try to give you a compliment, then?
“This is a foreign language to me.”
>You’re a fucking alien, for crying out loud!
>Her eyes move towards the ceiling as she thinks.
>”Ah. I suppose that would be the case.”
>Her gaze then returns to you.
>”So you do enjoy reading?”
>Well, sure.
>To some extent, anyway.
>Books CAN contain interesting stuff.
“When it’s not gibberish.”
>That makes her look a little amused.
>”Then try this one.”
>Her twisted horn glows and a semi-large book pulls itself out from between a couple of bigger ones.
>It hovers in front of you and you grab it.
>Opening it to a random page reveals some weird shit.
>The letters twist and twirl in super-complicated patterns and there’s no spaces between any words.
>Or maybe the language doesn’t use separated words and only forms entire sentences at a time?
>Whatever. You still have no fucking clue what you’re looking at.
“This is still gibberish.”
>The book suddenly glows green, slams shut in your hands and is pulled out of your grasp, only to return to its original spot.
>”Pity.”
>You start hoping she’ll introduce you to some other hobbies later.
>Because this is going nowhere.
“Isn’t there anything else to do here?”
>You turn around and look at Chrysalis.
>She narrows her eyes suspiciously at you.
>Goddammit, you’re not trying to plot something!
“Or maybe somewhere else? Your place is pretty big.”
>”I’m not going to let you loose.”
>Let you loose?
”What would I do? Escape?”
>This place is fuckhuge with a trillion guards.
>… Which kind of sucks, but you’re not going to tell her that now.
>”Maybe. I saw you trample your way through a group of my dear guards once.”
>You did?
>Oh, right. You did. Sort of.
>Cool.
“You still have another thousand.”
>Probably more.
>She gives you a rather annoyed look.
>”I’ve already given you something. Now you want more?”
>Well, kind of.
“I can’t be stuck in this room forever.”
>No, seriously, you couldn’t
>You’d break down or some shit.
>Tiny spaces aren’t good.
>Chrysalis’s face slowly turns into a wolfish grin.
>”Oh really?”
>No.
>Don’t you fucking dare, you bitch!
>You can’t stop yourself from glaring.
>Life here has been confining enough already.
>It only makes Chrysalis chuckle.
>”Oh no, are you about to go on a rampage?”
>Yeah, she doesn’t sound concerned at all.
>Then again, she has fucking magic.
>”Perhaps I should tie you down properly again…”
>Her horn glows and a certain chain jingles in the corner of the room.
>You look and see the collar hovering above your mattress in an oddly menacing way.
>The sight manages to unnerve you.
>You really, really don’t want to go back to that already.
>Chrysalis giggles.
>”Ah, so you do feel fear sometimes.”
>You look back at her, and she displays another one of her terrifying grins.
>Those slitted eyes and sharp teeth can be pretty damn scary.
>”As big as you are, you’re still all mine.”
>Her horns ceases its glow and you hear the chain and collar hit the mattress.
>She stands up and steps out of her bed, slowly approaching you.
>You resist stepping back, even though the atmosphere has become decidedly eerie.
>Despite having to look down to make eye-contact when she stands right in front of you, you don’t feel very intimidating.
>And she doesn’t look intimidated either.
>She looks pleased.
>”You do remember your position here after all. Despite being such a ferocious beast, you’re still beneath me.”
>A part of your mind ponders her weird description of you, but the rest doesn’t care right now.
>Is she about to do something horrible to you?
>Slowly, her eyes wander down your entirety and then back up to your eyes again.
>”It’s a shame you’re unique. Imagine what I could do with a dozen of your kind…”
>… Wait...
“A dozen like me, trying to get the hell out of here?”
>She blinks.
>”… No! A dozen strong minions!”
>You don’t feel like an obedient minion, though.
>At all.
“But I’m not that.”
>She rolls her eyes.
>”You are if I say so. What, are you my enemy?”
>Well, you don’t really like her and she’s keeping you prisoner.
“Why not?”
>She looks almost baffled.
>”You are as much mine as any of my subjects, you fool.”
>That’s a load of bullshit!
“Uh, no? I’m not a changeling and I’m not freely submitting to you.”
>That makes her think.
>But then she smirks.
>”I could make you submit.”
“No, you couldn’t.”
>The response is almost automatic and uttered before you can think properly about it.
>And the cold hate in your tone makes Chrysalis pull her head back.
>She looks at you, seeming unusually unsure of herself.
>But then she sighs.
>”So stubborn.”
>Turning around, she walks over to her bed.
>”That’ll be enough chatting for today. It's night and time to rest.”
>She climbs into her bed and magically lifts its duvet over herself.
>Already?
>It makes wonder how she keeps track of time here.
>”Don’t just stand there.”
>Oh.
>Right, you have your spot.
>You walk back to your mattress and sit down on it.
>Suddenly you feel the collar grasp your neck.
>Instinctively, you grab it and try to pull it off.
>You hear Chrysalis giggle.
>”Don’t panic, dear pet. It’s just for the night.”
>Looking from your mattress on the floor, you give her a questioning stare.
>She raises an eyebrow.
>“You don’t understand? I can’t have you try anything funny in my sleep.”
>Huh. Okay, that makes sense.
>When she sleeps would usually be a pretty good time to make an escape.
>She lies down and puts her head on her large pillow.
>”I don’t want to be ravished by an ape when I’m resting.”
>… What?
“That’s not going to happen, though.”
>”Of course not. You’re collared.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
>You’re not going to rape anyone, moron.
>Her head perks up.
>”Oh? No libido?”
>For crying out loud…
>Yeah, she’s smirking again.
>Smart-ass.
“No, I’m just not into monsters.”
>Take that.
>She gathers her forehooves beneath her head and gets more comfortable facing you while lying down.
>”Shining Armor would have very different things to say about me.”
>She winks.
>Yeah, sure.
“Pretty sure he’d agree that you’re a monster.”
>Along with the rest of Canterlot.
“Disguising as his wife doesn’t count.”
>”I still made him happy.”
“I don’t care.”
>… This conversation feels strangely familiar.
>”And here I thought a vigorous male like yourself would enjoy a taste of a true Queen.”
>Vigorous male?
“If you want me to rape you that badly, why don’t you undo my collar?”
>”No.”
>Thought so.
”Then let’s just sleep already.”
>You make yourself comfortable on your mattress.
>Chrysalis looks at you for a moment before turning away and going to sleep.
>With a green flash from her dark horn, the magical light in the ceiling dies and everything turns black.