Chryssie, Donut Princess of Justice.
Chrysalis sighed as she slumped on her make-shift throne. It was a poor excuse for a throne. It was made of hard, dusty rocks that made her itch when she sat on it, but she wanted to keep up the appearance of a queen. After the battle where she was defeated by that horrible, nasty, goody two-hoof Starlight and her merry band of freaks and traitors, she really had absolutely no idea what to do. It was a big problem. She was trying to come up with Changeling World Domination and Genocide of Ponies plans, but the plans, unfortunately, had too many 'holes' in them. She has no army, no power, and hardly any love. She was not even a proper queen anymore! All she had was a bent crown. And here she was, 'holed' up in a small, smelly cave that smelled of... Well... Rocks. Actually, there was no smell at all. But at least no one would find her here.
She looked up in surprise when she heard hoof-steps walking on the cave floor. Somepony had found her!? How? She had made certain that she was safe from being detected. She transformed into a boulder, and then waited. The hoof-steps were getting louder and louder. Whoever it was, they were very close. She tensed, waiting for them to shout that she was under arrest or something.
"HEY CHRYSSIE! WHERE ARE YOU!?"
Chrysalis could not help it. She transformed back into her original form in surprise. What she saw was... Interesting to say the least. It was a thestral mare. Her coat was of an interesting pink, like cotton candy but darker. Her mane and tail were blue with lavender highlights that matched her eyes. Her mane was held up in a high pony tail with side bangs, while her tail was free flowing. She had a lavender scarf on and a golden bracelet. It was of a flying bird with the infinity symbol on it. Her deep purple wings clutches a huge package with something in it. Her expression was one of cheerfulness, not fear, like Chrysalis was used to. Overall, she was memorable, that was for certain.
"Oh, there you are Chryssie! I was looking for you! My name is Scribble Pen!" The mare said in a happy voice. Chrysalis looked at the thestral's cutie mark, seeing that the name made sense. It was a pencil scribbling a heart. It was of a light lavender.
Chrysalis straightened on her throne and asked, coldly "What are you doing here, Scribble? And why were you looking for me? I am known to suck love and leave dead bodies behind, you know."
Scribble smiled and said "Yeah, but you won't do that to me! I have something for you! A present!"
Chrysalis raised an eyebrow and said "Oh? Pray tell, what is it, and why would you give me something like that?"
Scribble grinned and said "Because I read in the local newspaper of Las Pegasus what Starlight, Trixie, Discord, and Thorax did to defeat you and save all of Equestria, and I felt really bad for you, so I figured you need some cheering up!" With that statement, the thestral grabbed her package and ripped off the paper, showing a bazooka. Chrysalis' eyes widened in fear. The mare wanted to kill her! Chrysalis opened her mouth to... Say something.... When the mare fired at her! Chrysalis screamed when her mouth suddenly burst with sugar, deliciousness, and a burning sensation. Chrysalis looked and saw that her mouth had a.... Hot donut in it! It was covered in a strawberry tasting frosting with sprinkles. Chrysalis' eyes rolled up in her head as she closed them and moaned at how good it was. Sadly, she finished it, and she looked at Scribble.
"That was delicious! Do you have a recipe? Please?" She begged Scribble.
Scribble nodded and said "Yessir! Here you go! Now, I got to go reform another baddie, but 'donut' worry! You can always make more!" With that being said, the thestral gave Chrysalis a sheet of paper and flew away.
Chrysalis grinned as she stared at the paper, than stopped. Wait. Did that pony just say... Reform? All she did was give Chrysalis a donut! Chrysalis wouldn't become some goody two-hoof hero. Chrysalis looked thoughtfully at the recipe, then gasped. She might have just had a delicious donut, probably the finest she had tasted, but what of the other creatures!? What if they have never had one as good as this? That would be true evil that even Chrysalis would not stoop down to. Even Cadence should not suffer an unknown torture of never eating these donuts! Not even Starlight! That would be worse than Tartarus!
With a determined look, while walking off her 'throne' and standing up proudly, Chrysalis said out loud "No longer will I be a villain. No. Today I will start a new life! A new fate! A new destiny! A new destiny of goodness, kindness, and deliciousness! No longer am I Chrysalis, the changeling queen, but I am Chryssie, The Donut Princess of Justice! I will make every creature in the entire world to taste this wonderful creation! And I will not stop until I die! And I will be a princess because Disney says that queens are evil, and I will not be evil!"
With that statement, Chrysalis, no, Chryssie clutched the paper close to her, threw her crown onto the floor, and flew away. She knew just the pony to make donuts for her! A certain pink party pony with a pink poofy mane and bright, bubbly blue eyes! Chryssie figured if she could convince Shining Armor that she was his wife, she could convince the element of Laughter to make some of the finest donuts the world would ever taste!
Because, how hard could it really be? All she had to do was to make them trust her and recognize her as a hero. That would be easy if she had donuts, right?
Right?
Author's Note
Well! Whatcha think? This should not be taken seriously, at all, this is just a story I decided to base after my profile pick. If you have good donut puns, please let me know!
Overall, keep calm and eat hot donuts!
Oh, and don't forget to comment and tell me how I can improve! See ya all!
Chryssie hummed as she trotted out of the dark, smelly, nasty cave. The sun shined, the birds sang, it smelled so nice!
Actually... That wasn't so. It was cloudy, grey, the birds were huddled like angry marshmallows, and it smelled like mud.
Chryssie frowned at that last through and asked out loud "What does an angry marshmallow look like? Fluffy, duh, but... Does is have angry eyes? Is it full of marshness? Maybe, maybe it is angrily thinking on how wrong it is when squeezed into a smor!"
Chryssie shrugged at that last sentence, looking at the recipe. There were normal things like eggs, butter, flour. But some were a bit weird, like poison joke, Phoenix egg yokes, and timberwolf sap.
Chryssie stared and muttered "Now why would anyling want timberwolf sap? Like... That stuff is weird. Really weird. I remember a changeling once came in cover in it, and he went coo-coo for a long time!"
Chryssie rolled her eyes, then said determinely "Well, if these beacons of donut goodness hope need that, then they got it!"
Chryssie say on a tree stump then sighed as she said "Well, I'm stumped. I don't know where to get Timberwolf sap. Or a phoenix egg yoke. Or even poison joke!"
Chryssie frowned and thought then hummed a little song, then thought some more, before yelling "I have it! I'll go find some Timberwolves and find some sap! Easy!"
Chryssie hopped off her log, before whispering "I hope."
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Chryssie crept like a snake along the green grass under the trees. It was an important mission, and she may or may not die... But at least it would be for the Good of Equestria.
Chryssie saw the Timberwolves. They were napping, their wooden brown bodies creaking at every breath. Their drool was the sap.
To steal some sap would require patience, sneakiness, calmness, and quietness.
Chryssie suddenly jumped up and ran strait at them, firing up her horn.
The quietness was broken by a loud voice screaming "CCCCCHHHHHAAAARRRGGGEEE!!!!!"
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"Ok, that wasn't such a great idea."
Chryssie was wincing as she walked, her hooves aching. She had scratches everywhere, her hair was a mess and one of her wings was bent.
How did her mission go?
Badly. It went VERY badly.
But Chryssie still had a grin on her face. She had gotten the sap and scooped some in her magic. Now she just needed to find a bowl to dump it in, then on to the poison joke.
Chryssie walked along, as she walked and saw a hut. It was decorated with weird masks... But still pretty cool.
Chryssie peeped in one of the windows, and saw no one. But she saw some empty bowls. They were made of wood and had well designed carvings on them, probably some tribal influence. The richness of a culture that whoever the creature that lived in this weird hut came from was absolutely amazing.
But enough Dilly dally! Time to get to work! Chryssie went to where the door was and pushed on it.
And pushed.
And pushed
Chryssie frowned, panted in exhausted, and asked out loud "Why won't the door open? I don't get it."
Chryssie then pulled on the handle and it opened right away.
After some self name calling and feeling like a silly changeling, Chryssie walked in.
Chryssie mumbled "Let's see.... We need a nice bowl. Not too big, not too small. Not too flashy, not too plain. It needs some prettiness, but not over the top. How about.... Um... Oh! This one will do nicely!"
Here, Chryssie picked up a wooden bowl. It was of a nice size, a little, ok a lot, wider then her head. It was made of a dark, cherry red wood that smelled like sweet things. It was empty, and had beautiful, but not too beautiful, carvings. Patterns.
Chryssie dumped the sap in the bowl, before she spied a bag. It was old, worn, and ugly, surely the owner wouldn't want it?
Chryssie said "I will need a place to put my other ingredients... And I don't think whoever lives in this scary, weird, but cool tree hut would mind!"
Chryssie grabbed the bag and hung it across her shoulders... That is, a changeling's shoulders.
Anyway, she grabbed it, dumped out the vials of potion stuff, and walked out of the weird, scary, but cool tree hut.
Chryssie checked the list and said "Timberwolf sap is clear and a go! Next, I should probably gather some.... Oh! I know! Poison joke!"
Chryssie hummed, and trotted on, before stopping and saying "If I keep talking to myself, other creature might think I'm crazy! And I'm not, I'm just Chryssie! The Donut Princess of Justice!"
Chryssie gulped in air after this *impressive* speech, before saying "Ok, now I just sound really, really, REALLY stupid. And Princesses can't be stupid, right? Right right."
Chryssie trotted off again, humming a different song, while carefully keeping an eye out for the gorgeous blue, shiny Poison Joke.
Meanwhile, the owner of the weird, scary, but cool tree hut came back.
The owner said "I can't believe I left my bag, or how else can I gather herbs that are rather rad."
The owner then stopped and she noticed her weird, scary, but cool tree hut. It was broken into, the door left slightly ajar, potions lying around, thankfully, in tact, and bowls being shuffled through.
The owner sighed and said "Tis appears someone was in my house, but I fear it was worse then a mouse."
The owner then noticed that her bag was gone. Her worn, ugly, yet close to the heart bag. Was gone.
The owner said "It seems I was mistaken, for a thief has my bag taken."
With that said, the owner then noticed some important details. A changeling's mane pieces... Some Timberwolf sap, goodness! Who would ever, in their right minds, collect Timberwolf sap!? That stuff was bad indeed!
The owner said "I think bad things will transpire, or else my name is not Zecora."
...what? You didn't think Zecora rhymed all the time, right?
