>You’ve seen better days.
>You think.
>Waking up from a fever dream only to find yourself stuck to the wall of some dripping cave of green changeling jizz definitely constitutes as having ‘seen better days’ right?
>The slime keeps you firmly stuck in place, pinning you at the limbs.
>An purely observational sniff told you it was gross beyond the sensation of just touch, too.
>Much to your displeasure.
>You really hate Equestria sometimes.
>You’re never taking up ‘Luna’ on her offers to ‘gallivant hedonically through great wellsprings of coitus’ ever again.
>Should’ve known that shit was too good to be true.
>Only Fluttershy would be that hopelessly forward.
>Maybe not as impressive with her vocabulary, though.
>”A-anon?! Anon! Are you down here?!”
>Oh, speaking of.
>Fluttershy’s voice echoes through the darkness.
>Yeah, you’ve seen better days.
>You keep your mouth shut.
>Somethings might be inevitable—in this case, Fluttershy finding you helplessly immobile—but that doesn’t mean you need to go out of your way expediting the process.
>Of all possible ponies to come looking to rescue you, it had to be her.
>You expect nothing less, you suppose.
>She was pretty good at keeping you out of harm’s way from anything other than herself directly.
>It’s kinda a plus.
>Kinda.
>The hoofsteps would continue their approach, steadily growing louder, until the whites of her eyes reflected back at you amidst the dark.
>She eyes your general direction wearily.
>”U-umm… Am I looking at Anon, or are you another trapped stallion down here?”
“Trapped stallion.”
>Fluttershy’s head slams into your chest, gripping your suspended body in a tight hug.
>”I-I just knew I’d find you! I’m so glad you’re okay!”
>You grunt, dreading the moment she catches on.
>”Oh, the girls were so worried when I told them you didn’t come to answer the door this morning. I-I searched your house, but there was no sign of you at all!”
“Did you go through the window.”
>Why do you even bother asking, you already know—
>”W-well I was panicking, so I had no choice. Emergencies and such, you know…”
>God damnit.
>Another voice rings out through the labyrinthian caves just ahead.
>”There you are! Worthless drones, you seriously let this intruder wander around the breeding pits screaming and DIDN’T CAPTURE HER!?”
>A green hue sparks from a now-illuminated horn, and it fires off a sort of flare into the low ceiling of your prison.
>An imposing alicorn standing nearby is the first thing your eyes fixate on after they adjust to the sudden brightness.
>The legion of changelings filing into the cave behind her is the second.
“J-Jesus Christ Flutters, did you alert the entire hive!?”
>Queen Chrysalis sighs, impatience dripping from her every word.
>”No, monkey-thing. My drones have been letting her walk about with free reign for hours. She alerted ME when I heard her!”
>Her head snaps to the army behind her.
>”Do you all have ANYTHING to say for yourselves!?”
>Some of the changelings look away, guilty.
>One speaks up.
>”It was so overt and obnoxious I thought it was just Masquerade pretending he was a mare again.”
>Another voice pipes up from deeper in the crowd.
>”Hey fuck you, Shapeshifter!”
>”You guys ever noticed how Masquerade only ever brings stallions back to the hive? I always thought that was suspect.”
>The changelings break out into a cacophony of argument.
>Fluttershy shakes like a leaf against your chest, still hanging on tight.
>Chrysalis looks about ready to explode.
>”SHUT! UP! All of you! THIS is why we can’t take over Equestria! Because you’re all morons!”
>”And Masquerade is very OBVIOUSLY gay! I figured everypony knew that!”
>Masquerade speaks up again, faceless in the crowd.
>”Thanks, mom!”
>Chrysalis stomps her hoof.
>”SHUT UP! Now, we are going to pin this pony up against the wall with her lover—”
“She’s not my lover.”
>Chrysalis’ head snaps back at you.
>”ISAIDSHUTUP!”
>Despite her fear, Fluttershy is already up in arms about your quip.
>She gives you an unamused look before turning to Chrysalis.
>”Please don’t listen to my lover, he’s obviously very emotional from the, um, imprisonment stuff; so he really isn’t of sound mind to be dictating our relationship currently.”
“Oh please, you—”
>You can see veins in Chrysalis’ neck bulging as she stomps over to you.
>”Are you kidding me? You’re both madly in love. Even the grubs in the hatchery could sense it.”
>The changelings in the crowd nod in agreement as Fluttershy giddily cheers, planting kisses on your cheek.
“Your radar is broken then.”
>”I— What? EXCUSE you, monkey-thing, but our sense of love is innate. Saying we sense wrong is like saying you see wrong.”
>You shrug to the best of your ability.
“I mean, that happens. Astigmatism and such. It isn’t out of the realm of possibility.”
>Chrissy jabs a hoof into an exposed part of your chest.
>”WE. ARE. NOT. BROKEN. MONKEY! Every changeling in this hive can’t be mis-sensing something so obvious!”
>Shapeshifter speaks up.
>”Well, it’s definitely primarily coming from the yellow one.”
>Another calls out “Are you stupid!? It’s the monkey! He’s got that tsundere energy! The sexual tension is palpable in here!”
>”What in Tartarus does tsundere mean?”
>”Masquerade, you are fucking gay!”
>The crowd breaks down again.
>You give Chrysalis a sympathetic look as she puts a hoof to the bridge of her snout.
“Um… If it means anything, I get it. Name’s Anon, by the way.”
>She looks at you, unamused.
>”No you don’t.”
>Fluttershy nuzzles herself under your chin.
>”A-and I’m Fluttershy. You know, I-I don’t think we ever really got properly introduced to one another. I mean, I know you’re Queen Chrysalis but I don’t think you ever knew my name. That’s kinda funny, isn’t it? Like, we’ve known each other for so long, yet we were always so busy with fighting that—”
>”I don’t care.”
>Fluttershy retreats as inward as she can, given her position.
>”O-oh.”
>The (relative) silence would continue for a few more moments, the only noise in the cave being both the changelings arguing and Fluttershy’s content little squeaks of pleasure as she cuddles you without consequence.
>Funnily enough, it’s Fluttershy who would break the silence.
>”Soo… Queen Chrysalis?”
>”What.”
>The anger seemed all but drained from the bug.
>”If it’s— well, if it isn’t too much to ask; I notice that my lover here is, well, stuck to the wall.”
>Fuck.
>”Correct.”
>”And I assume you aren’t going to let either of us leave now?”
>”Correct.”
>Fluttershy rubs her hooves together nervously, using her wings to keep her upright against you.
>”W-would it be too much to ask for if we could, um, help feed your hive together?”
>Chrysalis cocks her head a bit.
>”That was the plan from the beginning. You never had a say, but I guess it’s good if you consent?”
“Consent isn’t really her thing.”
>Fluttershy puts a hoof over your mouth.
>”W-well, what I mean to say is that, ooh… So you changelings feed off love, right?”
>”Just get to the point, Fluttershy.”
>Nodding, she lets herself float to the floor, and slowly inches her rump up against your crotch.
“Oh fu— Chrysalis, do NOT agree to ANYTHING Fluttershy proposes!”
>Now it’s Chrysalis’ turn to put a hoof over your mouth, clearly now intrigued.
>Fluttershy idly begins rubbing herself against you.
>”So what I’m thinking personally is: Anon and I display our love for eachother for you, and you get fed. A–am I understanding this right?”
>Chrysalis nods, the beginnings of a smile curling on her lips.
>”That’s one way to do it, yes. You are very right, Fluttershy.”
>She casts a sidelong glance at her drones, still bickering with one another.
>”The idea of willing food… I’d never thought of that.”
“I am NOT willing!”
>That smile of Chrissy’s is in full-force now.
>She waves her hoof at you as if you’d brought up something trivial.
>”Yeah yeah. Your love for Anon is, frankly, a little overwhelming. You’re good supply.”
>Fluttershy blushes.
>”Aww, t-thank you… I like to think it’s more like ‘infinite,’ though.”
>Chrysalis stomps the ground in applause.
>”It’s settled then. Changelings!”
>The horde stop their arguing, quickly coming to attention.
>”Hear me! Perhaps your idiocy has paid off for once! You are to continue ignoring this pony here! She is now an Honorary-Changeling and my personal aide!”
>She glances back at you.
>”And! This ‘Anon’ is her claim and her claim alone! Nopony else may feed off him! Now gather around! I suspect this is going to be the best feast we’ve had since the Canterlot Coup!”
>A roar of cheers echo throughout the cave, and all the little bugs come and pick a good viewing spot.
>Queen Chrysalis takes front-row seats beside Fluttershy, eager for the show.
>”So, now that that’s all settled: Where is his dick.”
>You really hate Equestria sometimes.