“Wanna make out?” you ask, kissing Chrysalis on the cheek. You sing song your next statement to entice her. “~It’ll make my loooove come out faster~.”

Queen Chrysalis sneers and opens her mouth to say something, but then closes her mouth and thinks about it. Shrugging, she then presses her lips to yours in a passionate kiss. Moaning, she flips you onto your back, and you proceed to spend the next hour rolling around in on the floor of the hive frenching.

“So, how did you escape?” one of the stallions in the crowd gathered around you asks.

“She ate so much of my love that she just went into a food coma and fell asleep,” you nonchalantly explain. You take a swig of your cider. “Ahhh. Yup. Took me a while to find my way out of that catacomb, but now I’m the only pony in town that’s made out with a bug queen.”

The crowd cheers.

“You’re a legend!” another stallion calls from further back.

“That’s why they call him ‘The Legend’,” the stereotypically gruff but good-hearted bartender explains as he wipes down the bar, motioning to the framed portrait of you on the wall entitled ‘The Legend’.

You smirk smugly, but before you’re able to launch into another story about romantic conquest, your magic crystal cell phone goes off. “Uhp, hold on one sec guys,” you excuse, holding up a hoof.

Pulling out the cell phone, you look down at the screen.

Incoming Call From: Queen Chrys-a-THOT

“Yeah, I gotta take this.” You put the phone to your ear. “Yo.”

“Bae, come over,” Chrysalis’ voice comes through the line. “I’m hungry.”

“I can’t,” you explain. “I’m regaling the boys with tales from my life.”

“My landlord isn’t home and I bought a dehumidifier.”

You instantly end the call and slap down a hoof-full of bits onto the counter. “I gotta go, uh, do a thing. See you later, boys.”

“See you around, Legend,” the bartender says, shooting you a respectful nod.

GREAT ENDING