By Europa
"So, changelings eat emotions, right?" Twilight asked as they trotted through the tunnels of her hive.
Chrysalis looked at her with a raised brow. "... well, yes. Eating love is kind of our thing, that and shapeshifting. Why do you ask?"
"Alright. You eat love through a magical process, so why do you have teeth?"
Chrysalis stopped walking, and Twilight stopped with her. The queen looked down at her in confusion. "Teeth?" she asked.
"Yes, teeth!" She reached up and gently bopped Chrysalis's fangs with a hoof. "I've never seen you eat meat, so they can't be for that. What are they for then?"
The changeling blushed vivid green and looked away, mumbling something beneath her breath.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"I don't want to talk about it," she said in monotone. She was still blushing, though.
Her inner scholar burned, but Twilight settled for ruffling her wings and saying, "Okay."
They continued to walk a bit, until they reached the surface of the Badlands. It was an endless plain of windswept, dry rock. Twilight really didn't see the appeal to it, but apparently the changelings saw it as home.
As they were looking about, Chryssy sighed. "Alright. So our fangs, um... you know how we identify non-royals, right?"
She nodded. "The pattern of your holes, like zebras and their stripes."
"Yes, well, they can also serve the purpose of beauty; contrary to most species's idea of beauty, the more asymmetrical our holes are, the more beautiful someling is considered." She tossed her mane. "I'm quite the looker."
Twilight stuck out her tongue. "And modest. But yeah, you are. So what does this have to do with your fangs?"
The blush returned with a vengeance. "Well like our holes they serve two purposes. One is intimidation, and the other is, um... they're part of our traditional mating rituals." It was amazing for Twilight to see the proud, confident changeling queen's voice lower to Fluttershy-like levels.
However, experience with said pegasus had enabled Twilight to pick up on the subtle words.
"Really?" she asked. "That's... wow. Won't be thinking of your fangs the same way again... ever."
Chrysalis was so green, Twilight might've mistaken her for a green apple. "Can we please talk about something else? You can ogle my fangs all you want when we're in bed," she said. "But for now can we do what we came to do?"
"Of course." They began walking through the Badlands, on a date, just the two of them. Enjoying the scenery and heat.
Twilight still snuck in glances at Chryssy's fangs, wondering how they were used in the changeling 'mating ritual'.