Title: The Changeling Couple
Premise: MLP: FIM. Queen Chrysalis has a discussion with her husband, King Metamorphasis. Based on a scene from A Troll In Central Park.
Personal Comments: There's this fanmade character used by many in the MLP fan community: King Metamorphasis, king of changelings and husband of Queen Chrysalis. In a lot of those depictions, he's portrayed as a fun-loving guy, and less of a villain than his wife. They remind me a lot of Gnorga and Llort from A Troll In Central Park. I've read fanfics about him, seen fanart of him; even seen youtube videos about him. There's this one where he and Shining Armor sing a reversed role version of This Day Aria.
Comic Con has come and gone, and I didn't go, but I saw on youtube all the info on season 3 they gave away. And less than a week before the premier date is given!
In the hive in the outlands of Equestria, the sun had set, engulfing the barren land in shadow. Chrysalis and Metamorphasis sat in their dark, rocky bed chambers, getting ready for bed.
Meta stood before the crystal that was both their TV and mirror, brushing his teeth. His wife sat in their giant bed, reading a paper that was still troubling her from the morning. She read a little out loud as she skimmed it.
Chrysalis and Metamorphosis,
Laughing stock,
Recent attack on Equestria failed,
Bad changelings turning good at record pace,
New authority wanted!
Each word made Chrysalis more and more angry.
"Have you seen this?" She demanded her husband.
"Uh, Seen what, baby face?" Meta asked through a mouthful of toothpaste.
"These stupid editorials! They say our power's slipping! We have no hold on our people!" In a fit of frustration, she tossed the paper aside.
"Oh, relax, Chrys," Meta replied, turing back to the mirror, "No pony reads the papers anymore. It's all done online now."
Chrys sighed and held her head in her hooves for a moment before looking back up. Her anger turned back to Twilight Sparkle. Ever since their encounter, nothing has been going right for her.
"Maybe it's time we told them all that we drowned that pitiful little pony!" She hissed. Just then, she heard the microwave ding. "Oh, my snack is done!" She giggled. "I'll go get it. Just check the crystal and make sure we really DID drown her!"
Meta had not heard a word she said. He had just finished gargling and rinsing his mouth with mouthwash, and spat into the sink. He smiled at his "handsome" face in the crystal, turned back to his wife and said "Good night. See you first thing in the morning!"
Chrys's eyes suddenly filled with anger. "I told you to make sure she's dead!" She yelled. Her horn glowed and she shot out a green beam at the crystal.
Meta ducked to avoid getting hit as Chrys got out of bed and walked back to the kitchen to check on her snack.
"Hey! A little warning next time would be nice!" He snapped. She ignored him as he turned back to the crystal's blurry.
Indeed, Ponyville had been devastated by the flood. Many unmoving bodies of ponies were littered around. The living ones were either trying to revive those unconscious, or trying to clean up the mess.
No Twilight Sparkle. Not a trace. Not a hint! Not a clue!
Just then, the camera panned left, and Meta could see Twilight using her magic to lift up a dozen objects that have littered the roads with her magic. Alive and well. At her sides were the yellow pegasus and orange earth pony. What were their names again?
He knew Chrys would have a meltdown if she saw her. He quickly used his magic horn to shut off the image on the crystal as she stepped back into bed.
"So, what is it? Did we get her?" She asked.
"Well, uh..." Meta stuttered. He was a horrible lier. "The town's pretty shook up. A lot of ponies died. I'm- I'm sh-sure she's in there somewhere."
Chrys rolled her eyes at her husband's bumbling. Why she wanted to have eggs with this guy? She had no idea. "I need you to tell me, Meta," She huffed, "Did I or didn't I put that wretched little filly out of MY misery?"
"Yeeeee... okay, she's still alive."
"WHHAAAAT!" Chrysalis bellowed. She jumped to her feet, dropping her snack on the floor. Her nostrils were flaring with rage.
"I-I said," Meta started timidly.
"I heard what you said!" Chrys snapped. "What I want to know is WHY?" She levitated Meta's book from his bed lamp and threw it at him hard. It hit him in the head and knocked him to the ground, rubbing his now sore head.
Chrys jumped from the bed and started pacing about the room angrily.
"Why did I think listening to you for once would be a good idea?" She muttered. "Why didn't we just do things MY way from the start?" She started knocking down furniture in her rage. Meta dare not say anything to calm her. He had tried before, but with painful results.
"You have any idea what our subjects think of us?" Chrys continued once she had calmed down. "They're saying we're washed up! They'll call for us to resign soon! They're afraid any changeling anywhere can start being... Good!" She said the word like a curse. "Without warning! Try to think of it! I can't think of it! It's too dreadful... to... to mortifying. It can't happen!"
After a moment to breathe, Meta approached his wife, but before he could touch her with is hoof, she rose her head, a wicked grin on her face. She had an idea.
"I'll go there myself!" She smirked. "I'll go to Ponyville and finish that revolting little thing tonight!"
Her horn glowed again, and summoned a tornado in the room.
"Aw, come on!" Meta pleaded. "Do we have to go tonight? I mean besides, I don't think you're thinking this through my dear!"
She either did not hear him or would not hear him. The tornado continued to howl.
Wind wind, howl at my will
And trash the place called Ponyville!
These rhymes came to Chrys's head at the oddest times.
The tornado suddenly sucked her up, about to carry her to Ponyville.
"No! Wait! Chrysalis!" Meta screamed after her, rushing for the tornado. It was a drag, but he could not let her go down there alone. "WAAAAAAIIT!
The tornado pulled him up as he was pushed on through the winds after her.
Good thing I didn't have my pills yet, Meta thought to himself.