Tainted Love: A Twysalis Prompt Tag Collab

by Foals Errand


Puke by TheMusicalBoy93

By TheMusicalBoy93

A princess’ throne is supposed to be grand and regal. A symbol of power and authority. A princess’ throne is supposed to be made of gold and plush cushions. Not made of cold, clinically white porcelain. A princess’ throne should not have a hole in the middle where a pool of sullied water gurgled and spat in disgust. Nevertheless, it was the throne that Princess Twilight Sparkle found herself. Hugging the sterile white bowl like a long lost friend, retching and gagging with great discomfort. She tried to blink the world back into focus. Tears streamed from her eyes while she tried to control her ragged breaths. Another wave of breakfast decided to break free from her stomach, leaving a terribly acidic taste in her mouth.

She felt the back of her neck shudder as a slight breeze caressed the nape of her neck. She glanced back to find her partner and consort; Chrysalis, lifting the back of her mane with her sickly green aura. The changeling queen offered a supportive hoof to the Alicorn’s back, for which Twilight was grateful. Her lips curled upwards in a comforting smile.

“I hate you sometimes, Chrysalis,” Twilight hissed before the tightness in her throat forced another load of bile up her neck. “I really do.”

“No you don’t,” the changeling chuckled, nuzzling Twilight’s neck. The Alicorn forced back a nauseating blush as her wife purred in her ear. “I haven’t gone hungry in weeks.” Twilight groaned and rested her forehead on the rim of the toilet seat.

“Why do I have to carry her?” the princess moaned, the cool feel of the toilet seat offering little comfort to her feverish brow.

“Because I can’t produce an heir in the same way as you can, Twi,” Chrysalis reasoned. “I can only spawn workers and other drones.” Twilight released another chunk of carrot. Always carrot. She knew she hadn’t had carrot in three days. Why did ponies always puke up carrot, every time they were ill?

“I can’t wait till she comes.” The Alicorn, half-heartedly, rested a hoof on her stomach. “Then I can banish her for making her mommy so ill.” Chrysalis chuckled and kissed her wife on her cheek.

“If you banish her, I’ll just give her her own little kingdom. Somewhere nice and populated. How does the Crystal Empire sound?” Twilight groaned dramatically.

“Fine, she can stay.” She slumped back into her wife’s fetlocks. The changeling held the stricken Alicorn gently.

“I’ll get you back for this, Chryssy,” the princess snarled, wearily.

“Good luck with that,” Chrysalis teased. “I find childbirth quite exciting.” The most unladylike gagging sound erupted from the Alicorn’s throat, and she almost didn’t make it to the toilet bowl in time. “Ew.”