“Twilight, why the fuck are we going to Pornotown again?”

“Ponyville, Anon!” Metamora corrected.

“Yes. We’re headed to Ponyville because the entire hive of Changelings are marching for it as we speak.”

“Really? How’d they hear about asylum all the way in the hive?” you asked.

“They didn’t, Anon. That’s what worries us,” Twilight confirmed, “They’re planning something, and I doubt it’s an olive branch.”

“So we go find them first and tell them about asylum.”

“Yes, Anon. Let’s go find some war-hungry Changelings and tell them that one of their Queens is in bed with the ponies, in more ways than one.”

“Exactly! You’re a Queen! They basically have to listen to you.”

“They’ll see me as a traitor, Anon.”

“So we need to handle this on familiar ground,” Twilight interjected, “We need an advantage.”

“What’s the advantage of Ponyville? Why not confront them somewhere where there aren’t any ponies or buildings or anything.”

“The Elements of Harmony. They’re all in Ponyville. Nothing can stop us there.”

“Fine, let’s go. But as soon as we get back, promise me you’ll give me a big dick back.”

“Anon,” Twilight chided.

“No! One condition. And now just because you’re being an ass I won’t do it unless you make it bigger than it was.”

“Sweet Celestia, Equestria is about to be overrun by misguided Changelings and you’re still just thinking about your dick?”

“So far it’s gotten me out of just about every sticky situation I’ve been in. Although it’s gotten me into a lot more warm, wet situations as of late. So yes, Anon Jr. Is first priority. Then Metamora, then the rest of me, then whatever ‘life threatening’ shitshow I have to deal with.”

“You know what. I don’t have time to argue. You get us out of this and I’ll make your dick as big as you want.”

“Deal!”

“Hey, I know this place!” you chuckle, turning around to drink in the scene around you. As you spun around you reveled in the familiar sight, your eyes finally catching another familiar face.

There behind the front desk to the inn was Cornflower herself, a look of surprise coloring her face as she tried to catch her thoughts.

“Anon, Metamora!” she squealed, leaping clumsily over the desk to come meet you.

“How do you know her na-”

“Long story, Twi. We’ll talk about it later. ”

“I heard the news about you two, I’m so happy for you both!” Cornflower gushed, her normally timid nature overruled by sheer excitement.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, Corny,” you chuckled, tousling her mane with a hand.

“I also heard that there’s a caravan of Changelings coming to seek asylum.”

“No, they’re not here to seek asylum,” Twilight corrected, “they’re here to wage war. We can’t let them get past Ponyville or they’d march on Canterlot next.”

“That sounds like a vast oversimplification that relies on fear-mongering to completely strip them of their intrinsic value,” you argue, “We need to give them a chance, who knows if they would survive if we sent them away.”

“Anon! We just went over this. There’s no way they know about the asylum, they’re on the warpath.”

“I still don’t see how we can’t make good on this. I mean I’ve been able to convince pretty much anyone of anything using the power of my dick. Why can’t we just get out there and show them some love?”

“I don’t think that’s going to work this time,” Metamora sighed, “Also are you sure you want to save the world with that?”

“Not you too, Em! It’s embarrassing enough to have this shriveled thing attached to me, now you’re telling me it’s not enough to save the world?”

“Anon,” Twilight yelled, “Can you be serious for one moment?”

“You know I can’t.”

“Ugh, then maybe could you stop talking about your dick for just a minute?”

“Fine. I’ll keep it in my pants.”

“Great! We need to make sure that we’re on the same page and have everything prepared for when the Changelings arrive.”

“Then when do they get here, and what’s our gameplan?” you asked, turning to Twilight.

No sooner had you finished your sentence then you heard a deafening buzz as the sky darkened outside. You all made for the door to see what was happening outside, but you all knew exactly what it was. When you finally made it into the open, you watched as an army descended from the skies. They assembled in perfect formation, an ordered block forming. You realized this had to be every last Changeling alive.

“Stop!” Metamora yelled, the number of still-moving Changelings complying with her command, “This doesn’t have to be a war, there’s a way to be at peace!”

The Changelings murmured amongst themselves, most having joined formation at this point.

“I’ve learned something that’s completely new, I’ve learned to fall in love. I know that we can teach each and every one of you the same.”

You brushed your hand through Metamora’s mane, her monologue lighting a fire in you.

“I’ve found something that I know exists for every one of you. There’s love in endless quantity, if you just ask for it. I promise that it’s worth the effort, to be loved… It’s unbelievable. Will you give up this futile war and receive this gift of peace and love for all?”

Silence filled the air around you, an eerie quiet as a thousand souls conspired to remain completely still. A motion started near the middle of the group, something moving toward you.

“Metamora…” a scolding voice broke through the crowd, “I had higher hopes for you than this.”

Chrysalis emerged from the shifting mass of Changelings, walking calmly and casually up to where you and Metamora stood. She stared at Metamora with a snarl on her face, lips curled in anger.

“You’d betray the hive, betray yourself, all to submit to the ponies? We could have ruled together, you and I. We could have been unstoppable!”

“Chrissy are you jealous?” you ask.

“Stay out of this human, you’ve done quite enough.”

“We can still be unstoppable, Chrysalis. Together, all of us. Ponies and Changelings under one banner.”

“You talk as if the ponies intend to cede us any power. No, we’d be slaves under their rule, forced to bend to their whims.”

“That’s not true. The only thing they asked of me is that I love in kind. It’s something that we all can learn”

“They asked you to give up your love, to take it by their rules. Can’t you see this is a trap to starve you of your power?”

“It’s not. I’ve never felt more powerful, I’ve never felt more alive!”

“That’s because you’re weak! Just like you’ve always been, Metamora. Ever since you were a nymph you were unbelievably weak and somehow still incredibly lucky.”

“I… t-that’s not…” Metamora started, stammering.

“Oh but it is. You didn’t have the grit to be a soldier, Metamora. You were too weak to do what is necessary. You couldn’t have defended yourself from a cockatrice, much less the threats we face.”

“But I’m an-”

“A what? An infiltrator? Exactly what have you infiltrated lately? Because last I checked the only thing that you’ve compromised is yourself. All the love it’s taken to sustain you all these years has been a waste. You’ve taken, taken, taken from the hive and the only contribution you’ve ever found you’re hoarding to yourself.”

Metamora didn’t say anything, tears welling in her eyes.

“Yes. You’ve heard me right. You’re a disgrace to Changelings everywhere. You have no loyalty to your race, you had no fealty to the crown before you took it for yourself. Your rise to Queen was a mistake, a funny one at that. Every last Changeling is laughing at you now - Metamora, the lesser queen.”

“You’re going to want to stop that,” you command, watching Chrysalis whip to pay attention to you.

“And what if I don’t. What are you going to do about it? You’re weaker than she is! You’re everything fragile about a pony, except there’s not even any magic in you!”

“Is that so?” you ask, stepping forward, “If I had no magic, could I do this?”

You grabbed for her horn in front of you, but she deftly dodged out of the way. She cast a reactionary bolt of magic aimed at center mass. You felt it hit, and just like before, it stung but that was it.

“Oh come on. You don’t think that’s going to stop me, do you?” you ask, a light green energy exuding from your hands as you grinned smugly, “In fact I think it’s time you act your age.”

The beam shot forth, hitting her from all sides as she recoiled in surprise. Suddenly she shrunk in size, taking on a youthful look. Before too long you stood towering over, once more, filly Chrysalis.

“What have you done?” She squealed, her voice higher even than Aphelion’s.

“I put you in your fucking place. It’s time for a fucking time out.”

“How dare you!” she squeaked obviously struggling to change back but somehow having no luck. Her anger rekindled a thousand times hotter as she stared up at you, “You can absorb magic, it seems, but how would you deal with this?”

You felt, suddenly, like the air around you had thinned. You breathed in, getting that terrifying feeling that you couldn’t catch your breath.

“Feeling a little lightheaded, Anon? Having trouble with your breath? Really hard to breathe without air, isn’t it?”

“No.” Metamora growled, her flowing pink mane and tail flapping as if there were a heavy wind, “You back the fuck off of him.”

A cascade of what looked almost like cherry blossoms flew forth from Metamora, each one hitting Chrysalis and making her wince. She lost her concentration, and you, with relief, felt air reach you again. You took a moment to catch your breath, watching Metamora work. The flurry of petals only grew as Chrysalis recoiled. She held a hoof to block her face as she tried to steady herself. Suddenly the petals deflected around her, Metamora’s weapons now a shield.

“You’re more foalish than I thought, Metamora.” Chrysalis laughed, now back to her full size and floating in a cocoon of pink light not dissimilar to the ones you knew, “You can’t defeat me by giving me love! If I wasn’t at my best earlier, you surely must know that I am now.”

“That’s not-” Metamora asked, “I don’t want to fight you.”

“That’s right. You don’t. You’re so weak that every move you make just makes my conquest easier.”

“I’m trying to show you that love can be shared,” Metamora plead, “There’s plenty of love for everypony, freely given too.”

“Well if that’s the case then I’ll take some more. Actually,” she paused, her horn glowing to life, “I’ll take it all.”

You watched as Metamora’s eyes went wide, a stream of pink and white evacuating her from the tip of her horn. She gasped for breath as the beam intensified, color draining from her mane and tail. You stared in horror as you tried to act, your body not complying quickly enough as you ran to interrupt the beam. You tackled Metamora and held her tight, feeling an overwhelming coldness to her that you’d never known before.

“You know, Anon, I thought about keeping you,” She said as the beam had finally ceased, “But with all of Ponyville to keep me fed, you’re not quite worth the risk.”

You couldn’t do anything but clutch your Changeling tight as you watched her horn light again. The aura around Chrysalis changed, first the golden-white flurries around her decaying back to pink. With moments more you noticed too the pink sparks start to turn, you watched as the love now formed an eerie greenish burn.

“Goodbye you two,” she chuckled, “You really do deserve each other, and the slow agonizing death that awaits.”

Author's Note

So anyway, Queen Chrysalis, she's taken Ponytown. Surely there must be steps to take to save the pony Crown. Em and Anon were surprised by Chrysalis's wit, but bigger problems face them now - the fan is caked in shit.

It's really weird, I accidentally rhymed so much of this. I don't know what is wrong with me but something is amiss. FUCK. And even where I didn't rhyme there's some iambic flow. They say iambs are natural, but man I just don't know. DAMNIT.

Seriously, I can't not rhyme. It's a compulsion at this time. I'll try my best to get some rest and shake this habit loose, but be prepared for more of it, this poetic abuse.