Tainted Love: A Twysalis Prompt Tag Collab

by Foals Errand


Poetry by Europa

By Europa

"HIDE ME HIDE ME HIDE ME!"

The doors to Twilight's chambers in the hive slammed open and in flew Queen Chrysalis, wrapped in green fire to give herself extra push. Twilight Sparkle, for her part, looked up from her book as her marefriend careened into her. For a split second she admired her form, and had just enough presence of mind to push her book aside to safety before her fiery lover hit her.

The fires burnt only for a moment before they went out, but Twilight gave out a strangled 'urk' when Chryssy knocked her off her bed and onto the hard floor. "HIDE ME HIDE ME HIDE ME HIDE ME!"

"What?! What?! What?!" Twilight squawked from where they lay, Chryssy's full body weight pushing down on her and admittedly making it a little hard to breathe. "Calm down, get off of me, and tell me what's wrong!"

Chrysalis did so, and both of them clambered to their hooves. "As queen of the changelings I'm expected to, among other things, keep up appearances for the nymphs. Normally I have no trouble visiting the little things but today's the day when they learn poetry!"

Twilight opened her mouth, closed it in confusion, then opened it again. "... and?"

Chryssy lurched in and grabbed her with her forehooves a little too tight, the jagged edge of a leg hole cutting her shoulder. "One of the first things you need to know about my kind is never, ever ever to let a changeling read poetry to you!"

"You're a changeling," she pointed out. "Isn't that kinda specist?"

"It's true!"

"You sang at the invasion!"

"That was singing, not poetry! I gotta hide!" Chrysalis's eyes darted back and forth in a panic, the slit pupils turning even thinner, and her eyes settled on the bed. Twilight could hear, in the distance, the scurrying of tiny hooves on stone coming their way. Chrysalis did too. "Hide!" And with that, Chrysalis shapeshifted into Sweetie Belle and dove under the bed.

A group of nymphs, maybe fifteen in all, galloped into Twilight's room. Like all non-royal changelings they had the fin, gray tail, and compound eyes. But they were also really small and their eyes were so big and adorable. Running after them was a changeling worker, panting heavily with the effort of keeping up with them. "I am so sorry, Princess Twilight," she said, dropping into a bow. "The younglings were simply trying to find Her Majesty after she fled." She rose and looked at her curiously. "Since Queen Chrysalis is missing, do you think maybe you could...?"

"Oh no," she said, putting a forehoof to her chest. "I'd be delighted!"

"Thank you, Princess." The changeling that Twilight assumed was the teacher nudged one of the nymphs forward and said, in Hemipid, "Alright Chitter, you're up. Don't be nervous."

The nymph in question, a filly if Twilight had to guess, stepped forward and cleared her throat. She looked up at Twilight and recited,
 

"Green grass breaks through ground,

jumping over ponds,

I wonder where to go

to find where the pods are."

It lost a lot in translation, but in the original Hemipid it was very beautiful.

Twilight smiled and spoke over the muffled screams of anguish coming from under her bed.
"That was very pretty, Chitter." She looked up at the teacher with a smile. "Who's next?" Another scream in Sweetie Belle's voice.

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After the school group had left, Twilight laid with Chryssy in her bed, stomach to stomach with each other. She'd wrapped her hooves around her marefriend's back and gently massaged the green shell on her withers. "You're a big foal," she said.

"Shut up," Chrysalis whimpered. "You did this to me."

"Chryssy, it was just poetry!" she protested.

"Exactly!" she shuddered in her grasp, and Twilight relented. She lit up her horn and began scratching her ears with her telekinesis. "Oh, mmm. Don't think that's gonna get you out of trouble, though."

With a sigh, Twilight said, "I know, I'm sorry. I should've considered you genuinely dislike poetry that much. What do you want to do?"

"... that thing with you in the cocoon." Twilight could already hear her marefriend's magic, and could feel the warm slime of a changeling cocoon forming over her rear and spreading upwards, covering every inch of her and matting her coat.

She pouted. "Fine. I owe you that much." It crept up past her withers, tingling as it engulfed her wings.

"Thanks, Twily."