Chrysalis pouted.

Her forelegs were crossed, she had a scowl on her face, and her lower lip protruded in a pout that would give Rarity a run for her money at the Drama World Series.

"Oh come on, Chryssi, it's not that bad!"

"Easy for you to say, you love-soaked sugar bomb! You've stolen my children!"

Lying on top of the bed, Flurry Heart snoozing in her forelegs, Cadance rolled her eyes at Chrysalis for the hundredth time. "What do you want me to do? It's not like I'm doing anything!"

Chrysalis's four daughters, all the spitting image of their mother, were all snuggled against Cadance, snoozing happily. Three were cuddled against her gravid stomach, and the fourth had draped herself over Cadance's back, head resting between her ears.

"Yes you are!" Chrysalis accused, pointing an angry hoof. "You keep spewing out your... your... your love-stuff and my gluttonous little beasts lap it up! How am I supposed to compete with that!? Stop it right now, you baby-thieving witch!"

Cadance groaned, covering her eyes with her hooves. "I can't help it! I'm the Princess of Love, for Celestia's sake! Spreading love is in the flipping job description!"

"Well you better learn to help it, or I'm going to march right into your Celestia's court and accuse you of Foalnapping!"

Cadance's face met the pillow.

Author's Note

There we go! Don't worry, Chrysalis's little angels love her, they really do. But how can they resist the banquet in the room?