>Be Anon
>It's 1:30
>In the morning
>You were having just the best dream
>You and Vinyl Scratch were working on an album together, when an incident in the recording booth caused you both to fall onto each other
>This seems to lead to you fucking in the booth
>Just as you reach the most heavenly climax-
>*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
>Your eyes jolt open
>Oh
>Oh goody
>You don't live in Equestria
>You're a busboy at a Chinese restaurant
>Not a world-famous musician
>Vinyl isn't making sweet sweet love to you while both of you are supposed to be recording a song
>Fucking goody
>Hell, when was the last girlfriend you had anyways
>Well, there WAS Meli-
>*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
>...
>Who in the fuck...
>You grab your phone on the nightstand
>Time: 1:39
>Time until your shift: About 7 hours
>And now you have to waste them wondering who the fuck knocks on a door at 1:39 in the FUCKING MORNING
>FUCKIN WHOOP DEE DOO
>Grabbing your phone and stuffing it in one of your pants pockets, you slowly rise from your bed, cracking your neck and other joints
>Alright, who in the wide world of sports could be knocking on your door at fuck o'clock in the morning?
>Your eyes ever so slowly adjust to the darkness of your room
>Remembering your bat, you grab it from the closet
>You never know, right?
>So... It couldn't be Jehovah's Witnesses
>They can be insufferable
>But they're not this bug-nutty
>Jessica?
>No, she wasn't coming back
>You wish she would, but she's not
>Bobby?
>More than likely not.
>He's got work in the morning like you
>Whoever's at the door couldn't possibly have any bad intentions, could they?
>...
>That's why you have the bat
>Silently as you can, you make your way down the hall from your room into the living room
>*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
>Seems to be coming from the kitchen door
>You slowly enter the kitchen and look towards the screen door
>You see glowing eyes
>"Hellooo..."
>Those eyes are green
>And glowing
>Why
>Fuck this, why aren't you asleep?
>Now you're gonna be tired as fuck in the morning
>And Mr. Jones is a nice guy and all, but he HATES when people slack off at work
>And now you'll be TIRED as FUCK and be WRITTEN UP and probably lose your JOB because some GLOWY-EYED FUCK DECIDED "HEY, YA KNOW THAT GUY ANON Y. MOUS?! YEAH, THAT FUCK! I'M GONNA VISIT HIS HOUSE AND KNOCK ON HIS FUCKIN DOOR AT WHY-IN-THE-FUCK-WOULD-ANY-SANE-PERSON-BE-UP-AT-THIS-HOUR O'CLO-
>"Yooouuu... I know you're there... I can see you...
>Wait
>Hold up
>Hold up one goddamned second
>That voice...
>You recognize it from somewhere
>But where...
>You try to get a better look at the mystery person at the door
>Glowing green eyes
>That voice
>Pitch-black skin, though you could swear it looked more like chitin
>And a protrusion appearing from the forehead
>...
>No
>It can't be
>You're fucking hallucinating
>It's not her
>There's no way some bug-horse hybrid from a fucking cartoon was knocking at your door
>Nope
>You just snapped
>You would've thought It would have happened much later in life, but nope
>You, Anon Y. Mous, are officially fucking mad
>"Hey, do you want a... What did you hyoomans call it?... A waifu?"
>...
>You pinch yourself
>You feel pain
>No dreams here
>Only violations of universal logic
>...
>No, someone's playing a prank
>That's it
>You didn't know who it could be
>You didn't care
>You didn't care if someone was playing a prank
>You didn't care if this WAS who you think it was
>You had a bat
>You were angry
>And if this somehow didn't turn out to be a dream
>You were gonna hit something
>"Are you even listening to me?"
>Oh, right
>That thing at the door that couldn't possibly be.
>Bat in hand you walk towards the door
>You turn on the porchlight
>...
>Yup
>Fuck
>You didn't know why
>But, standing at the door
>In all her bughorsey glory...
>...
"Who are you?" You whisper
>"I am Chrysalis, QUEEN OF THE CHANGELINGS!"
>She seems to stand tall at this declaration (which probably woke the whole goddamn neighborhood up), splaying her wings in a dramatic fashion...
>...Before they withdraw into her back and she slouches back down with a sigh
>"Though, it would seem I'm the Queen of back luck at this point..."
>Even now, though your anger seemed to have faded and traded itself for confusion and questions about the very nature of existence, you still couldn't believe what- no, WHO was in front of you
>"I... Ask that you please put that object down. We don't intend any harm upon you."
>She looks up at you with eyes that look like they just saw their family murdered in front of them
>Pure liquid depression seemed to leak from them
>Oh, wait, those are tears
>...is she crying?
>"Please, I don't... I just need some help..."
>Holy shit
>Bughorse queen is at your door
>And she's quietly sobbing
>If this wasn't the textbook definition of the phrase "what in the fuck," then you don't know what could be
>This isn't real
>SHE isn't real
>At the very least, she SHOULDN'T be
>You slowly move your hand towards her
>"Yes, yes, I'm real. You can touch me if you don't believe me."
>She pushes her head into your hands, and you feel it brush against her mane
>You slide your hand against her face, eventually brushing bits of mane out of the way
>Yeah, that's her alright
>Damn, this is fucking insane
>The queen of the fucking changelings is here
>You think, anyways
>This could just be a hallucination
>But you weren't sure
>She looked, sounded and FELT real enough
>You move along her body, dragging your finger along it
>Yeah, she's definitely here
>Occupying the space in front of the door
>Eventually you make your way to her flanks
>You bring your fingers to her dock an-
>"I DEMAND THAT YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF MY POSTERIOR! I MAYBE LOST IN ANOTHER WORLD I KNOW NAUGHT ABOUT, BUT I... I Am not... I..."
>*sigh* "Who am I kidding? I AM that desperate."
>She raises her haunches and lifts her tail
>"If you wish to use me, then go ahead."
>You would have chastised her for being loud, but...
>Is she really this desperate?
>You spot two holes on her backside
>So she seems to have an anus and...
>An ovipositor?
>A vagina?
>You really had no idea whether wh-
>WAIT WHY THE FUCK DOES THAT MATTER
>Queen Chrysalis is letting you stare at her ass after she knocked on your fucking door
>Why would it matter whether or not she bred or excreted waste like a mammal?!
>SHE IS STANDING AT YOUR GODDAMNED DOORSTEP
>And she seems... Lost
>Depressed
>Hopeless, even
>And she's basically offering her body to you because...
>That's how she gets love?
>Or at this point, she's THAT desperate for some sort of contact?
>You rub the back of your neck, trying your goddamned hardest to logically explain this to yourself
>...
>...
>...
>Yeah, you got nothing
>"Are you done?" She asks dejectedly
>...
"Do you want to go inside?"
>She twists her head in suprise
>"A-Are you sure?"
>You were probably going to regret this
"Yes"
>Her face lights up at the slightest bit of hope
"BUT do not make a ruckus. I don't want half of the neighborhood coming by to investigate only to find a bughorse in my house."
>"Of course," she whispers
>You raise yourself up and walk towards the door, Chrysalis watching you all the while
>You open the door, giving her enough space to walk through
>After walking in and closing the door behind you, you flip the light switch, bringing light into the small kitchen
>For a second, you shield your eyes before allowing them to adjust to the light
>"Sooo..."
>You move over tothe table in the corner, scooching one of the chairs out and gesturing for her to take a seat
>She does so, and you take the seat opposite
>And now, for the big question
"Sooo... How in the hell did you get here?"
>She clears her throat
>"Well, dearest hyooman..."

>You are Chrysalis
>You are Queen to the insect/equine hybrid race known as the "Changelings"
>And you have fucked up horribly
>So, after getting your haunches handed to you in your invasion of Canterlot, you were furious
>Enraged
>Absolutely livid
>Other words for angry
>How?
>How could they have beaten you so easily?!
>You planned everything down to the last Celestia-damned t!
>So after that failure, you might have been a bit... out of it
>After letting your hive build more, you might have started... harassing the Elements of Harmony a bit
>Oh, you know... Just...
>Occasionally sending out a few scouts to attack them every once in a while
>Making sure they don't feel safe... Even in their own home...
>Nothing special
>So, as it turns out, the Elements had found a new friend
>Who just happened to be The god of chaos, Discord
>Who also happened to be very protective of Fluttershy
>And didn't exactly appreciate having his best friend be assaulted right before him
>He might have taken it the wrong way
>You could say he wasn't too happy about your friendly... "reminders"
>In fact you could say he was so mad, he could've opened up a portal to some other dimension that you had no idea existed and thrown you in, knowing full well you couldn't fathom what was in store for you.
>And you'd be... Right on the money, actually
>You are Queen Chrysalis, and...

>"And I brought this all on myself..."
>Your bring your hand up to your mouth, absorbing all of this in
>So she was sent here by Discord after an incident involving Fluttershy...
>And now she's here
"Wait..."
>"Yes, Anon?"
"So if what you're telling me is true..."
"Then how do you know what humans are? Or the word waifu for that matter?"
>"Well you see Anon, I've been here for a good few... weeks, I want to say, and after some information gathering, from that thing you hyoomans call the internet, I... Discovered some things..."
>Oh shit
"Do you know about the... Uh..."
>"I know about the show, yes."
>Oh
>Uh...
>Well then
>Dodged that bulle-
>WHOAWHOWOWOWOWHOA
>STOP THE TRAIN, CONDUCTOR MAN, SOMETHIN' SEEMS OFF HERE
"How did you get internet access?"
>"Well, after first arriving in this world, I did the first thing I could think of: Gather as much information as possible on where I was."
"Nonono, I mean, how did you find out about the internet and gain access to it?"
>"Oh. It's a long story."
"I've got time."
>You actually didn't have any time at all for her, but fuck it
>You figured you'd call in sick today
>This is MUCH more interesting than what a picky 7-year-old doesn't want to eat off of his plate which then gets given to you to wash off
>You can spare some time for this
>"Alright. Well you see, I was transported to this little farm in the countryside in the dead of night. After looking around, making sure I wasn't being watched I made my way into the nearest building, only to find myself in a stable."
>"After being unable to communicate with any of the horses there, I deduced that they were not sapient, at least like you and I are. So, after transforming into a mouse with some of the magic reserves I still held, I hid in the darkness, waiting for whatever was taking care of these animals. After all, If ponies didn't build the stable and other buildings, then who did?"
"Okay..."

>You had just explained to Anon how you had managed to gain access to the internet by following the farmer who owned the barn out of the stable and into his home, where you observed his actions.
>After discerning that the computer could gain access to new information that the farmer wanted (thanks to his son, whom you never saw yet were aware they communicated through what you now know as a "cellphone"), you figured you could find a way to get what information you needed without the farmer knowing.
>An easier task than you thought, thanks to the farmer using it sparingly.
>After more explanations, including when you found out about the show (and the subsequent existential crisis), and the porn (and THAT existential crisis, followed by your critiquing of certain pieces which, you had to admit, were pretty good), you finally got to where you were now.
>By Celestia's cock that was unnecessarily long
>"One more question."
"Yes, Anon?"
>"Can you ONLY feed on love, because you look (at least somewhat) fed, and when I was checkin- I mean- looking at your-"
"No, if need be, Changelings CAN feed on things such as vegetables. However love is able to increase our abilities, both physical and magical. It's like the difference between eating pure sweets every day and eating more healthy foods every day, if you catch my meaning."
>"Ok, I can see that."
>Thank Luna that's all done and over with
>"Well, now that that's all out of the way..."
>"What are you going to do now?"
"Well, of course, I-"
>...
>Wait
>What WERE you going to do?
>Sure, you were resourceful and crafty when need be
>But then, you had at least a clear objective of some manner, an endgame
>Whether it be information gathering, survival, love stealing, you name it
>If the goal itself was clear and you knew there was a way, you'd find it.
>But now...
"I..."
>The weight of your situation decides to hit you even harder than it had when you were standing at Anon's door not minutes ago
"I..."
>Only now did you see just how deep the hole you dug was
"I don't..."
>You didn't know what to
>There is no magic here, no way of casting spells or even channeling it, besides the reserves you had when you were first dropped here
>Maybe some from love stealing, but even then, it was sparse amounts
>You didn't know what to do
"I-I..."
>Only now did you realize...
>...That you might never get home
"I don-..."
>Your eyes water
>You wish you were home
>You don't notice your body begin to tip to the side
>You were too lost in despair to hear Anon call your name when you fell from the chair

"Shit, Chrysalis, watch o-"
>She fell to the floor before you could catch her
>And from the looks of things, you don't think she cares
>"I-I-I just wanna go ho-ome..." you hear her choke out between sobs
>She's in the fetal position now
>Jesus, she's like an emotionally distressed eggroll with a side of existential trauma sauce
>Speaking of which, you should probably shoot Mr. Jones an email or something-
>"I-DON'T-KNOW-WHA-WHA-WHAAAAAA"
>'Cause this wasn't gonna be solved in 30 minutes with commercial breaks
>You kneel down and pick up the changeling queen, noticing how light she is
>After taking her to the living room and putting her on the couch you try your best to calm her down, being mildly successful
"Come on Chrissy, I'm sure there's gotta be SOME way back."
>After she gains some composure, Chrysalis tries her best to respond
>Tries, mind you
>After a few deep wails and sobs, she finally rebuts with some coherence
>"N-No there's not! Even if I somehow g-gained en-nough magical power from love t-to m-make a portal, I wouldn't even know how to get back from here!"
"Well- I mean you c- Perh- I- Uuhh.."
>Shit
>You have to say, she has a point
>Even with enough magic to make a portal, it can't just be as simple as stating "TAKE ME TO EQUESTRIA" or however.
>At least you think so
>Fuck, what WILL she do?
>...
>Fuck you were tired
>You had an idea
>But you were going to sleep on it
>Which is to say, you'd make a decision when your mind could better decide what to do
>You grabbed a blanket from the closet and wrapped it around her
"Alright, are you gonna be okay..."
>For whatever that's worth right now in her life
"...for now? Because all of this has just tuckered me out."
>After a few sniffles, she finally speaks
>"I-I think so."
"For tonight you can stay here. I'm gonna go get some rest. If you need anything, just holler."
>"Ok..."
"Good night Chrysalis."
>...
>"A-Actually..."

"I-"
>You tried to spit out what you wanted to say
"I don't-"
>Dammit Chrysalis, grow a pair and just spit it out
"I don't want to be alone... I'm scared, and... I just..."
>"*sigh*I got ya."
>Anon again picks you up and slings you over his shoulder, a pathetic sop that apparently needs coddling now
>This is what you get Chrissy
>This is what you get for antagonizing innocent ponies
>This is what you get for being a meanie-bo-beanie, as the pink party pony might say
"This is what I get for being such a-"
>"No."
"But this is all my fault. I'm just a-"
>"No."
"But I-"
>"No. Don't even start with that."
>You turn your head over to Anon, his face gripped with concern
"What do you mean?"
>"I get why you'd be so self-deprecating, but putting yourself down isn't going to help you right now."
"What does it matter? I'll never get back."
>"Not with THAT attitude you won't."
"Why would that matter?"
>"Well you learned your lesson didn't you?"
"If by lesson you mean 'terrorizing ponies only gets you more trouble than it's worth' then yes, I've learned my lesson."
>"Well, there's a positive right there."
"And...?"
>"Aaaaand I had something for this, but I don't know what to say now."
"Well, good job on forgetting whatever you had in store for me."
>"I'm tired, sue me."
>"Besides, I figured looking at the positives of things right now might help cheer you up a bit."
>It kinda did.
>Just barely
>A nominal amount, really
>But some nonetheless
>After reaching the bedroom, Anon pulls the covers back on his empty bed.
>He lays you on the bed and pulls the cover over your body, leaving only your head exposed.
>"Just hold up one second-"

"-I gotta shoot my boss an email."
>You type away a quick excuse that you hope will convince your boss to give you the day off (family emergency)
>Finally, you send it and crawl in to bed next to Chrysalis
>"Compassion."
"What?"
>"Compassion. Your heart is filled with Compassion."
"Oh well there's no n-"
>"May I have some?"
>...
"Uhhh-"
>"Calm down, it's not as if I'll be ripping open your body and eating your heart whole."
>Well that image certainly did everything BUT calm you down
>"...I'll simply siphon some out by tapping your chest with my horn."
>"Please, just a little."
>...
"Alright, fine. Don't overdo it though."
>"Of course."
>Chrysalis brings her black horn down onto your chest, absorbing some of the love you hold
>It feels weird, having an emotion like that just sucked out of you
>But it's over before you know it
>"Thank you Anon."
"Sure."
>You didn't question how she detected your emotions for her.
>You were too sleepy
"*yawn* Good night, Chrysalis"
>She seems to wrap one of her hooves around your chest
>"Good night Anon"
>With any luck, by tomorrow morning you wouldn't be killed so your chest cavity can be used for holding her eggs


"*Yawn* Good morning Chrysalis"
>"Good Morning Anon"
>You jump a bit
>When did she wake up?
>"I woke up a few minutes ago."
>Ah. Alright then.
>"Tell me, do you humans usually breed in the morning?"
"No, why?" You ask, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
>"You seem to have quite the erection going."
"GAH!"
>This wakes you up
>You sit up and hear Chrysalis chuckling
>"I don't see what there is to be upset about. You have an erection. There's nothing wrong with that."
>Well at least she's happy, what with last night and all.
>She turns to you
>"So, have you decided what you will do with me, now that you're all rested?"
>...
>You have an answer
"For the time being, you can stay here with me."
>Her previous smile widens
"However-"

>"- You have to promise me you will at least attempt to find a way home."
"I-"
>You knew it wasn't going to be easy, but now that you're not sleep-addled and love deprived, the portal idea wasn't actually that bad. You could probably find another way, given time
>Not that any of these ideas were concrete, but they were something
"-will do what I can."
>"Promise me."
>Fine, fine, no need to be stingy
"I promise."
>"Alright then. It's a deal."