“Sorry,” you apologize. “I was scared.”

“No, it’s fine, I get it,” Chrysalis nonchalantly responds. “Happens more often than you would think with kidnappings.”

“So I guess I’m your prisoner and your going to suck out all my love until I die, then?”

“Yeah, that’s basically the plan,” she responds, resting her head under your neck and nonchalantly examining her hoof as the love continues to flow out of you and nourish her.

“...Do I get my own room?” you ask.

“Most definitely,” she responds. “I mean, you’re a prisoner so I have to chain you up and everything, but it’s got a king-size gel cocoon.”

“Oh, sweet.”

“Yeah, we’ve got this merchandising deal with another changeling kingdom,” she responds, rubbing your cutie marks in tiny circles to elicit more love flow from you. “We buy the cocoons wholesale and get a great deal.”

“Will I have cable?” you ask.

Chrysalis inhales awkwardly. “Oooooh, uh, no. Satellite.”

“Oh.” Your ears flop to the sides of your head.

“Is that acceptable?”

“Y-yeah, totally,” you stammer back politely. “I’ll find a way to make it work. Also, just for the record, how long will it take to suck out all my love?”

“How long can ponies last without food?” Chrysalis gives you a hug and a tight squeeze, resorbing your affection.

“Like about a month, I think?”

“Then about a month.”

You frown solemnly as you consider your situation. Then, you shrug indifferently. “Free cuddles from a bug queen, but I get my love sucked out and I die...The candle that burns twice as bright, burns half as long, I suppose.”

OK ENDING