"Oh Anon, I'm so happy to see you again!" Chrysalis cried out, practically leaping out of her throne so she could wrap her forelegs around you, hugging you tight so she could nuzzle her face into your neck. You could feel her forked tongue flick out over the soft, vulnerable flesh of your neck, tracing your collarbone. You'd push her away, not out of a dislike of the action, but because you didn't say she could do that, and consent was important dammit! But then you thought about Ap sealed up in her little cocoon, and you decided to let Chrysalis have this, if only to keep her happy at this time.

"It's been like, a day... or two. I dunno, I'm losing track of time. When's the last time we fucked?" you asked, trying to throw out some distracting commentary, although you could tell there was a bit of rambling going on. You were going to fuck this up if you didn't return to your usual, charming self. She was going to see through you! Abort, ABORT!

"Too long my sweet, too long," Chrysalis replied, letting her tongue travel up along your jugular before backing off. The smile on her face disappeared as one of serious concern overtook it. "But in all seriousness, are you alright? You've never confined yourself to your quarters for so long. I wasn't aware the negotiations closing were going to affect you so adversely. Had I known, I would have made it a point of letting you skip out on them, but I thought you had the right to be there. After all, there are no secrets between us," she declared.

"... seriously? No secrets?" you inquired, giving her a look that said you knew she was fucking lying to you right now.

"Well... no secrets now... old secrets will remain until they are no longer viable, but anything from this point on that I plot, you will know of, I give you my word as Queen of the Changelings," she swore, crossing her hoof over her heart. "But let's worry about that later. First, Apocrita, has Anon been eating properly while he's been in his room?" Chrysalis asked, looking to Chitin, who was standing in for Apocrita due to her current condition.

Unfortunately, Chitin didn't really register he was being addressed, simply looking forward somewhat thoughtfully. This motherfucker was already screwing up his role. Growling, you gave him a kick to the leg, which did not go unnoticed by Chrysalis, but she seemed to accept you were just being an asshole to Ap as you usually would.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I've been making sure he has been eating everything you've had prepared for him. I've even taken the liberty of reserving anything he couldn't keep down the first time," Chitin lied, earning you an irritated look from the unnecessary additional detail of feeding you your own vomit. Christ, what was with these bugs and vomit lately? Who else could possibly like vomit so much?

"Making sure he gets all the essential nutrients and vitamins, I love it. You've done well for me, Apocrita... although, are you alright? You're usually not the least bit insubordinate, let alone to deny answering me," she inquired, her eyes starting to narrow.

"I was feeling unwell earlier, but Chitin already gave me some medication, with just the slightest side effect that'll make me space out at moments. I do apologize, my queen, but at least we have the help of such a fine medical practitioner here in the hive," Chitin explained, apparently not above boosting his own image while in Apocrita's form. Cheeky lil' bug, but you respected him for it.

"I'd hardly consider him a 'fine' medical practitioner, but if he helped you out, then he's at least proven some use," Chrysalis replied with minimal care or gratitude for the Changeling quite apparent. You could see Chitin stiffen a bit at the statement, even through his Apocrita transformation, but he didn't dwell on it for too long. At least, Chrysalis didn't give him time, as she said "Regardless, Anon, I just felt terrible knowing that Strong Words'... well, strong words had such an impact on you. I know I had my part in it though, so I figured I would do something nice for you."

"Granting me my freedom and letting me leave the hive?" you asked excitedly. Although... would you? If you did, Ap would be all by herself and probably served up on Chrysalis' plate. You wondered how she'd taste... when she got out of the cocoon, you'd have to eat her out, just to figure it out.

"Sorry, but your fate is tied to the hive at this point," Chrysalis cooed, seemingly not at all disturbed by the fact you still wanted to leave her little prison for you. "No, I realized that there are certain amenities that you are still missing that are keeping you as seeing the hive as the home it is supposed to be for you, so I've taken that into account and already begun making some alterations and additions to the hive that will make you realize this is where you belong," she explained, letting one of her wings caress your arm, a mixture of trying to soothe you and trying to get you hard. Considering you'd had your gross breakfast, it was working.

"Ignoring the thing about my fate for now, I really don't need to fall any further into depression, what's this about renovations or what not? Finally adding that breakfast nook to my cell, because I want to enjoy the morning sun's rays shining down on my morning wood while eating a bowl full of cereal... or gross grubs, whatever," you asked, although part of you regretted it immediately. Don't mention your cell! Even if you're joking, Chrysalis might take it seriously, and you don't need anyone near your room right now!

Rubbing her chin in thought, Chrysalis said "If you really want it, I suppose we could do so." SHIT! "But your room is located further inward, we'd have to find you a new room if you really wanted that," she seemed to regretfully informed you, unknowingly easing your mind.

"That's fine, I can make dofor now," you said, trying to wave it off.

"Be that as it may, I do have good news in that I currently have a new mattress being made just for you," she declared, your eyes going wide while a goofy smile came to your face. A new mattress? A REAL mattress? You could jizz your pants! Probably literally, this diet was making you rub up against your denim jeans in ways that made your cock cry.

"I knew throwing a fit like a child would get me what I wanted," you whispered to yourself, the very idea still reverent in your mind.

"Not really why we're doing it, but if that's how you see it," Chrysalis said, giving a shrug. "I'll have it delivered to your room once it's finished."

"That sounds-" you started, but cut yourself off. Delivered to your room? That means they'd have to see the cocoon in the corner of the ceiling. Even with the cover Chitin had put up to cover it, which was kind of a shitty method of hiding Ap's cocoon anyways, the drones sent in would definitely notice it. You couldn't risk it.

"Actually, why don't we hold off on that? I was thinking about it, and now that I'm willing to stuff you like a Thanksgiving turkey, I should start making myself comfortable in your bed," you suggested, thrusting forward suggestively at Queen Cockgobbler.

She looked surprised at the sudden change in your desires, then narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "I'd hate to look a gift pony in the mouth, but why the sudden change. You've been rather adamant on having your own space, even after filling me with enough seed to fertilize a dozen new broods. What changed your mind?" Chrysalis asked.

Ignoring the commentary that implied you were a potential daddy to a whole generation of disgusting pony larvae, you answered "I realized that it's just not convenient. I mean, I woke up with an erection that could shatter diamonds, but was too tired to go find you. I can wake up and fuck you then and there... or vice versa, I'm not against waking up to a blowjob or something. You have my consent for that now."

You were proud of yourself. You lied and told the truth at the same time with that. Furthermore, now you'd get some kinky morning sex while saving Ap's ass. Everyone wins, Chrysalis included... at least until Ap emerged and dethroned her Game of Thrones style, which could have been violent, sexual, or both. You'd dig it either way.

Apparently, your answer agreed with Chrysalis, because she quickly smiled and tapped her hooves together in excitement. "How lovely! Now I can enjoy a creamy load before I fall asleep, a midnight snack, and even have breakfast in bed!" Chrysalis declared, licking her lips at the thought.

"Getting a lot more protein and vitamin D in your diet then," you joked, which seemed to go over Chrysalis' head.

"Here I was, trying to cheer you up, but then you go about spoiling me," Chrysalis purred, walking around you, her body pressing up close, her thin, yet oddly curvy body rubbing against your figure. She maneuvered her long, elegant neck so she could nuzzle your own neck again, sniffing at it... then froze. "Anon, you smell... different."

"Different? Different how?" you asked, trying not to sweat. The last thing you needed was to appear guilty of something when she wasn't even suspecting you in the first place.

"There are... pheromones," she hissed, her pupils narrowing to slits as she turned to face Chitin, who was looking with a complete lack of interest. Chitin only took notice when Chrysalis finally engulfed him in her magic, slamming him up against a wall, flying over to him with her fangs bared. To his credit, Chitin only blinked in surprise as Chrysalis sniffed and snarled at him... then relented. "Hm... not yours, but then... whose?" she asked, looking back to you curiously.

"I passed by some of my fan club when I was on my way over here and ended up brushing past a few of them. Could that be why?" you asked, trying to appear dumb.

Chrysalis narrowed her eyes, looking between the two of you, then relented. "Well, try not to let them get so close to you next time. Apparently one of them was aroused enough to leave such noticeable pheromones on you, I wouldn't be surprised if they couldn't resist your intoxicating musk and tried to jump you," she relented, easing off of Chitin. Looking at the medic disguised as your guard, she said "I do... apologize for suspecting you. I should have known my loyal elite would never betray me by trying to mate MY Anon." You wanted to deny the fact you belonged to her, but considering Ap had gone ahead and made the bug with two backs with you, you didn't feel it was right of you to nitpick at Chrysalis' deranged thoughts.

Thankfully, Chitin just shrugged and replied "Trust me my queen, breeding with Anon is the last thing on my mind."

"I'd say your taste is lacking then, but it's just that sort of perspective and taste of yours that leaves me capable of trusting you as his guard," Chrysalis stated, reaching out and patting a hoof on Chitin's head. Turning back to you, she grinned and trotted over. "That said, I'll be sure to have some things moved to my room for your convenience, but that wasn't the only thing I had planned to cheer you up, my dear."

"More than a mattress? What else could I possibly need?" you asked, stopping yourself from saying "Besides freedom."

"Well, I know you've mentioned some of the things you missed from your world that even those ponies over in Canterlot couldn't provide you with," Chrysalis inferred, making you look at her with gleeful surprise.

"You got me video games?"

"No, we don't have those," she declined.

"TV?"

"We don't have electricity to power those in here," she once more shot down.

"Internet?"

"Same as the last one, dear," she said through a waning smile.

"Two Girls, One Cup?"

"I... I don't know what that is," she admitted, frowning slightly.

"And for your sake, I hope you never do," you acknowledged with a dismissive shrug.

"I... I'm just going to say it. We've started producing alcohol," Chrysalis stated. You almost fell down upon hearing that... oh, wait, no, you did fall down, earning a concerned look from the bug queen.

"A-Alcohol? Good, mind numbing, vomit inducing alcohol?" you asked. Dammit, now you were obsessed about vomit.

"Not certain about that, we haven't gotten that far in testing it as you so desired, but we are quite the experts when it comes to fermenting things. As you described your beer, rum, whiskey, and so on, we've begun fermenting things since the time you started coming here. With a bit of magic, I've accelerated the process so that we have some viable options. I've got a few samples that I think you might be interested in," she explained, her smile growing as she saw your mounting excitement. Or was it your bulging excitement? You should feel more offended that she looked at you like a hunk of sexy salami, but you can't say you really hated it.

"Well what are we waiting on, lay it on me!" you commanded, jumping back to your feet so you could prepare yourself to fall over again in a drunken stupor if you drank the right thing.

"I wasn't planning for it yet, but... very well," Chrysalis relented, stomping a hoof in command. "Bring forth Brew #1, the Swamp Spunk!" she declared.

As you waited for the concoction to be brought forth, you looked to Chrysalis and said "I'm not sure if I like that name or not. Sounds bad on two levels, but that's usually what makes for a good drink."

Chuckling as one of the servants came forth with a small bottle, Chrysalis took the offered bottle with her magic. "Yes, well, I'm hoping you'll enjoy this. We fermented some of the swamp fruits we've found, mixed in a little royal jelly, and then sped process along with some of my magic. Do tell me what you think of it," she stated, levitating the bottle over to you.

Taking it, you held it up and looked it over. You'd never seen a truly green liquor before, so seeing this was... concerning... but you'd been without alcohol for too long now. Shrugging, you lifted the bottle to your lips and knocked the drink back, draining it of its contents as quickly as you could. To your surprise, it was oddly sweet, with just the sort of bitterness that indicated it was indeed alcoholic. That, and the burning rush that chased the liquid down your throat.

"Well, what do you think?" Chrysalis asked, seeking your approval on the concoction. She smiled as you gave a thumbs up, indicating how you thought of it... and then bent over, expelling more from your stomach than you had in it. You were fucking sure of that.

"Anon!" Chrysalis cried out, using her magic to pull you over to her, although she aimed you away to avoid the stream of puke. "Guards, you will fetch Chitin for me and meet me in Anon's room, he needs rest and-"

"NO!" you shouted, quickly straightening up, surprising Chrysalis and all the others. You couldn't let them bring you back to your room, they'd discover Ap of course. And if they tried to find Chitin now, there'd be risk of him being disguised as Ap coming to the surface. Trying not to fall over, you said "I just-ugh... I just haven't had anything in a while. That's-that's some good shit there, that's all, so it knocked me on my ash- ASS!"

Chrysalis looked at you with some concern, then nodded her head slowly. "If you say so... perhaps we'll hold off on any further drinking though," she suggested.

"Are you kidding, get me some m-ORGH-ore of that shit," you replied, trying to keep your shit down.

"Well... if that is what you wish. Bring me Brew #2, the Dragon's Anus!" Chrysalis commanded. Goddammit, the things you were putting yourself through for Ap. That bitch owed you the best blowjob when this was over.

Author's Notes:

Pretty sure anonpencil hasn't read my series yet, but I've read a lot of their stories. The commentary on the vomit thing relates to... you know what, if you don't know how much vomit shows up in an anonpencil story, then this was a pointless endeavor.

... but I'll probably tone down the vomit after this one.