Short Shorts

by Coranth

39. You and Chrysalis #3

According to your watch, it's roughly six by the time you finally get home from your job at the delivery company. Ascending the steps to the front door, you make to open it when - "Oof!" - it's thrown open by your beloved Queen Chrysalis as she tackle-hugs you and then starts to nuzzle your face. The days seem long, the work is hard, and your Boss - a pony called Long Haul - tolerates you at best... but at the end of the day, returning home to your beloved Chryssie makes it all worth it. "Hey, sweetie, I missed you too..." you murmur, moving to kiss her and softly stroke her emerald mane. For a moment the two of you remain there, content to share soft little kisses; then Chryssie is getting to her feet and helping you inside. In no time at all, your coat and tools are dealt with; then you're crashed on the old, beat up couch in the living room, with one very happy Ex-Queen of the Badlands Changeling Hive resting half on the couch and half in your lap! She stares at you pointedly.

"What?" You ask.

She continues to stare, her expression becoming adorably foal-like.

"How was my day?" You ask.

She nod-nods.

"Ah, it was okay. We finally got the floors put down in the new apartment blocks," you state. "Of course, this was after the correct floor size was finally measured up; some idiot pony got the measurements wrong and tried to pin it on me, but Haul tore strips off the bastard. The Boss might not like the fact that I'm human, but he knows I'm a good worker and won't stand for any bullshit tossed my way by others. Anyway, that's my day in a nutshell. What about you? How was your day?"

At the question, Chryssie hops off the couch and then proceeds to mime stirring something in a bowl then putting the bowl in an oven. "Ah, you were cooking? Baking?" She nod-nods again. "Who did you spend time with today? Was it... Bon-Bon?" At this, your beloved shakes her head. "Was it... Mr. Cake?" You ask. At this, Chryssie does something odd; she starts to bounce in place! You know of only one pony who can bounce like that... "Ah, you baked cakes with Pinkie Pie!" You guess, with a smile. Chryssie nods happily, then stops bouncing and returns to the couch, resting her head in your lap again. "I'm glad you had a good day, sweetheart," you murmur, ruffling her mane and stroking her leathery carapace. At the feel of your hands upon her, Chryssie starts to make that sound you've come to adore - a kind of buzzing-purr - and she wriggles happily, nuzzle-nuzzling into you, gazing up at you with puppy-dog eyes.

"What now?" You ask.

She continues to stare, her expression becoming even cuter.

"Yes, I have a treat for you, you li'l cuddle-bug," you murmur, "but you'll want to wait until after dinner..." And as Chrysalis perks up, you tell her about the smorgasbord of sugars, saps and nectars you purchased from the market on your way home, many of which will be part of her dinner tonight. In happiness, she raises her head up and nuzzle-nuzzles you, kissing your face. 'She's so very happy...' You think to yourself. She wasn't always like this--shy, mute, and foal-like. In fact, there was a time when she spoke and acted her age; like the Queen she used to be. The death of her kin was what made her this way; to feel them die one by one... And the death of the last was too much. To hear a thousand, thousand voices suddenly made silent... In short, it proved to be a terrible blow with devastating effect: Chrysalis suffered the equivalent of a severe stroke. Your constant attention upon her - your love and affection - brought her back... but she would never be the same as she once was. Where a Queen once presided there was now a mute foal in a grown mare's body. Shy, quiet, demure, gentle, friendly... the Ex-Queen was all this and more. What had happened was a tragedy to be sure... and yet, it was also a rebirth for her, a chance to start anew.

A smile crosses your face as you remember last Nightmare Night; how Chryssie - in the form of Nightmare Moon - had chased the foals through Ponyville--only to be scared witless when the real Nightmare Moon had made her annual appearance! You also remember her visiting Twilight Sparkle; the poor mare had been running herself ragged for your beloved trying to find a cure for her... Until Chrysalis had shaken her head before using a hoof to gently close the book Twilight had been looking through. Poor Twilight had stared at your beloved Queen, stricken... before she'd burst into resigned tears as Chryssie had pulled her into a hug, petting the lavender pony on the back as if to say, "Hey, it's okay Twi; there's no need to be upset. I'm still here, aren't I?" Now, instead of reading through medical texts for Chrysalis, Twilight reads her adventure and fantasy stories...

Poke.

Prod.

"Hm?" You inquire, looking down at her, your beloved's poking having drawn your thoughts back to the present. Chrysalis assumes a very exaggerated thinker's pose. A chuckle escapes you as you ruffle her mane. "Yes," you respond, "I was thinking, sweetie; just about the past and what happened to you. I... I'm so sorry that we couldn't save any of the others..." At your words, Chryssie swallows thickly and nods, her eyes misty. Then, a moment later she nuzzle-nuzzles and kisses you softly as if to say, 'You tried when no one else would... And you saved me.'

Author's Note:

Another one with adorable "Foal-like! Chrysalis."

KNOCK-KNOCK One moment, folks...

Oh, hello there sweetie... oh, god, hhhnnng...

Guh... why must you be so cute?

Comments

[PonyJesus]

*dies of cuteness overload*

[dark_zero]

diabetic attack in 3.2 1 hhhnnnggg

[BronyofMeddlers]

*Heart is crush by sheer cuteness*