and what do i do with this bug looking thing

Queen Chrysalis, Grand Regent of the Hives, Overlord of the Changelings, is reeling from their defeat. She now rests deep within the bowels of the cavernous Changeling hives, sat wearily upon her throne, head in hoof, listening to a Drone... drone on about their spectacular failure, and the crushing consequences, including losses. Missing, injured, captured, remaining love supply... things were not great, to say the least. Actually, they were quite terrible.

"...And one missing Nurse Drone." It finishes, before looking up at her expectantly.

Chrysalis raises an eyebrow. She glances down to the Nurse Drone currently tending one of her wounds, softly rubbing golden goop over her leg. That wasn't right. They don't leave the Hive. She'd never put one on the assault force. H-How did that happen?

"...How in the Buck did we lose a Nurse Drone?! They do not leave the Hive! Do you know how long it takes a Nurse Drone to PUPATE?!" She shouts, slamming a hoof down as the nearby Changelings shy away, fearful of her wrath.

Losing a nurse Drone was equivalent to losing one of her elites. They were massive investments, and they couldn't afford to create any more -- especially after their loss. They especially couldn't afford to LOSE any more.

"I want spies back in the Canterlot ranks, now! I don't care if they've TRIPLED security, I need to know if they're holding it in the cells, or wherever it might be! FIND IT!" She roars, Changelings sent scattering through the hives tunnels.
"GET. ME. THAT. DRONE!"

Barfy let's out a long, slow yawn, lifting her head from its resting place, giant squishy emerald eyes slowly blinking. She's splayed across Anons chest, smacking her dribbly lips as she wakes up, a sizable puddle of golden goop having drooled out from her nap. Mostly onto him.

Anon is underneath her, equally splayed out across the couch, laid on his back, snoring. The two had stayed up late, reading comic books, one of which was now sat over his face, fluttering with each of his breaths.

He was warm. And he radiated a constant love. Back in the hive, they would bring her to the feeding chambers now and then, to drain it from some captured creature. Just enough to feed off of something so she could keep working, generating more goop. It never tasted... right. But here?

Here, though, she got as much love as she wanted. She didn't even need to 'eat' it from him, he just... radiated it towards her. And he let her have her own corner; she had a spot on the floor back in the hive. And he'd pick her up and show her stuff, stuff she'd never seen. They'd never let her see new stuff. She always had to stay deep, deep in the hive, away and safe. And he never makes her do anything too hard; he's a lot nicer than the Queen when he scolds her.

One of her chitin-covered hooves touches the collar around her neck. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but, she'd never been given anything before.

She scoots the comic book draped across his face to the floor, watching him snore.

She liked this one. This weird, two legged thing was nice. He'd even stopped poking her in the eye after the third time.

To show her appreciation, she makes a deep hacking sound, and vomits directly on his face, smearing it in so he remains healthy. It's what she did best, after all.

Anon sputters awake to a healthy chunk of golden goop being rubbed on him, including up his nose.

He sputters, wiping it off his mouth, sneezing.
"Dammit, Barfy! I said not the face!"

Barfy buzzes, content.

Twilight watches from a distance, sitting just outside her library. It's been a few days since she got back. Nice weather, so on. Twilight was still in a sour mood.

In the distance, Dash is chasing down Anon, who is currently, accidentally, terrorizing Ponyville.

Hes got his pet bug held high above his head, running through streets making... "Airplane Noises", whatever those are. He refuses to explain, but instead just lets more information that she can't properly compile pour out of his mouth. He continued to ramble something about the F-22's superiority over other Fighter craft, but Twilight couldn't keep up; mostly because whenever she tried to ask him about it, he was dangling the bug in her face the whole time, and she had a worrying realization that she was now stewing on.

The bugs health was improving.

When she had first seen it, being taken in by Anon, it was... stunted, let's say. Flimsy little wings, runt sized.

It was bigger than before. Still tiny, but small details like that would never escape her. She found that its horn-point was higher up Anons leg than it used to be, and its only been a few days. Its wings were getting better, too; was this just from receiving love? Do all Changelings improve when fed? He certainly seems to care deeply for it.

It still blinked like a frog, though.

In the distance, Dash tries to tackle Anon -- he swaps to holding the Changeling like a football, piroutes in place, and dodges Dash as she slams into several tables of a local Cafe, Anon sprinting off laughing. She'd given up on trying to catch him. Something about how he could have gone pro. At least Dash was stubborn enough to keep trying, giving her a chance to think up a trap to catch him.

... Maybe she could excuse this as some form of exposure therapy to Ponyville, and just go read something.

She hears a distant scream in the direction Anon went.

Or maybe she'd just get the Elements and turn him to stone. That sounded more appealing.