By Anonymoose
“Twiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilight!”
Twilight Sparkle sighed, taking off her reading glasses and putting down her book. She loved her wife, but was it too much to ask for just a little reading time?
“Yes dear?”
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?”
Twilight lit her horn, and turned on her bedroom light. Lying next to her, with the largest puppydog eyes she had ever seen, was Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings, and Equestrian Princess (by way of marriage) of the Badlands.
Twilight held a hoof to her forehead. “Please, Chrysalis. It’s late and I have a headache.”
“You always say that!” Chrysalis pouted.
“It’s always true,” Twilight muttered.
“Just a little bit?” Chrysalis pleaded.
She was met with silence.
“What happened to the fun loving, vibrant Princess I married?” Chrysalis whined. “She wouldn’t have said no.”
Twilight’s eyes widened. “Yes she damn well would have! What in Equestria makes you think I’d approve invading another country?”
“But the Badlands suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Chrysalis extended a forearm, and started stroking Twilight’s mane. It was a great way for the changeling to get what she wanted.
“Well, whose fault is that, hmm?” Twilight batted Chrysalis’ holey-hoof away. “It’s your own fault they are the way they are today! Over-population, rampant militarization, a deplorably anti-environmental economy— I mean, for hoof’s sake, they were called the Verdant Plains before your changelings got a hold of them!”
Chrysalis crossed her forearms in a huff. “You can’t hold me responsible for the poor decisions made by changelings over seven-hundred years ago! It’s not fair.”
“Chrysalis,” Twilight grumbled. “You’ve been Queen of the Changelings for eleven-hundred years.”
“Just a little invasion. Nothing big. Maybe…” Chrysalis levitated a piece of paper from her study desk. “Look, here! Silver and Scout Meadows. Plenty of access to fresh water, lush foliage… and I hear Froud Valley has some high deposits of iron and silver. Just think of what my changelings could do—”
“You mean exactly what the current settlers of the meadows are doing?”
“Well, yes… but wouldn’t it be much better as Equestrian territory? I mean, sure… those Equestrians would be a little more black and chitinousy, but Equestrians none-the-same.”
“Those settlers are former Equestrians who left in protest of our marriage. How would it look to other nations if we approved of such an invasion?”
“Like the decision of a strong rulership who won’t allow dissent or deserters.” Chrysalis slid over Twilight’s shoulder, resting her barrel on Twilight’s back. “The other nations would respect us for it. And Luna’s already said yes.”
Chrysalis nibbled Twilight’s ears, the lavender mare squealing at the slight pinch of the changeling’s fangs, as gooseflesh ran up her back.
“Fine, what ever. Have your little invasion…” Twilight sighed, pressing herself into her wife’s chest. “Just don’t mess it up this time.”
“I promise, my love!” Chrysalis purred in Twilight’s ear. “You won’t hear another word about it from me again.
Five-hundred years later.
“Twiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilight!” Chrysalis called out, a new map held in her telekinetic grasp in front of her.
