It was rare to see someone so enthusiastic about making love with her, especially when she wasn’t mimicking another pony or creature more charismatic in form. She couldn’t quite place her feelings as she lay underneath Scootaloo, the cave light glimmering down atop the young mare’s back and arcing off her wings gently. It was like her mind had gone into a paused state, unsure of where to place her emotions as the two kissed in the cave.
 
Scootaloo moaned heavily into the kiss, her back hooves planted firmly on either side of the larger female, she dared crack her eyes open, if for a murmur, and for the first time chrysalis caught a glimpse of her eyes, young and serene, full of nothing but passion and love for the being beneath her. Chrysalis blinked in surprise. The feelings emanating around this mare were not of lust…nor fear…but love, unadulterated and pure…She could tell by the taste her teeth were receiving as the mare’s tongue danced across her mouth in a display of affection and yearning.
 
She felt the wisps of energy seep off the mare as she drank in the delicious gifts Scootaloo was giving, making her head swim…But through it all questions reigned her back into logical curiosity…
 
Why did she love chrysalis this much?
 
what had enticed her to share such passions?
 
As they kissed chrysalis found it harder and harder not to feed, scootaloo noted this and stopped in her actions, her eyes connecting with the former queens like wildfire to wind,
 
“…Don’t hold back, I’m sharing because i know, i know you are alone in this world, and you need someone to share it with…don’t you..chryssy?”
 
Chrysalis turned her eyes away at the nickname, embarrassment written on her face, it had been forever since she had called the dark mare that, the last time being in jest, yet this time, as Scootaloo gently put a hoof to her cheek, thus turning their eyes back to one another, the reason for its purpose was clear…
 
those eyes held no lies..
 
“Scootaloo….you..you truly do–mmrph!” She was taken by surprise as Sootaloo whipped forward and closed the space between their lips, a warm grazing of the tongue against her fangs begging for entrance, and chrysalis melted in happiness.
 
The kiss was warm and comforting, and as they mingled mouths, the vapors began to float out again. Chrysalis dreamily noted how the taste was like ambrosia to her tongue, her stomach eagerly grasping at the tendrils of god like flavor…and her heart..it yearned for the feeling inside to never stop…this…
 
this was what true love tasted like…
 
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NOTE: Scootaloo is a fully grown mare in this picture.

>not actually posting the short fic in the description
 
damnit all

Well that’s new.

Scootalis… Huh, that’s a new one…