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The legend of Chrysalis is common knowledge. She preys on others, seeking for love with a bottomless cup. So when you become her victim unwittingly, your purpose to her is relatively known. When you wake up in her cave, you are greeted by her alone. What does she say?
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Weird, cute and adorable. Nice combination.
Cuuuuuute
Kinda cringe but it's adorable!
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Cringe? Like, in what way?
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It kinda makes me cringe with the whole "mwah" thing at the end.
Nice
Another good'un. Can't wait to see who's next.
Love tsundere Chrysalis
Adorbs, 10/10 wanna marry and do consensual hoof-holding. And maybe some hot kinky bed action too
uwu
Hey BradyBunch! Here's the Chrysalis one that I did a reading of! It's for my friend ThunderSpeak's birthday! Youtube Reading
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Man, you're on a roll! Which one is your favorite so far?
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So far, the Nightmare Moon one is my favorite. I loved acting imposing and intimidating as Nightmare Moon in that one!
Aw, tsundere love.
wow it felt like I was there when reading this. Which is pretty smart and good.
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When he opened his eyes the painting was done and Sarise was staring timidly at him from the cabin door.
"How is it?" she asked.
"Come. See for yourself."
She walked to his side. They examined the picture together, and after a moment Nismile slipped his arm around her shoulder. She shivered and moved closer to him.
The painting showed a woman with human eyes and Metamorph mouth and nose, against a jagged and chaotic background of clashing reds and oranges and pinks.
She said quietly, "Now do you know what you wanted to know?"
"Was it you in the meadow? And the other two times?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"You interested me, Therion. I wanted to know all about you. I had never seen anything like you."
"I still don't believe it," he whispered.
She pointed toward the painting. "Believe it, Therion."
"No. No."
"You have your answer now."
"I know you're human. The painting lies."
"No, Therion."
"Prove it for me. Change for me. Change now." He released her and stepped a short way back. "Do it. Change for me."
She looked at him sadly. Then, without perceptible transition, she turned herself into a replica of him, as she had done once before: the final proof, the unanswerable answer. A muscle quivered wildly in his cheek. He watched her unblinkingly and she changed again, this time into something terrifying and monstrous, a nightmarish gray pock-marked balloon of a thing with flabby skin and eyes like saucers and a hooked black beak; and from that she went to the Metamorph form, taller than he, hollow-chested and featureless, and then she was Sarise once more, cascades of auburn hair, delicate hands, firm strong thighs.
"No," he said. "Not that one. No more counterfeits."
She became the Metamorph again.
He nodded. "Yes. That's better. Stay that way. It's more beautiful."
"Beautiful, Therion?"
"I find you beautiful. Like this. As you really are. Deception is always ugly."