Rather than immediately go for her plot, you move closer and snuggle into her belly. She blushes, clearly not used to this kind of intimacy (after all, being Queen of a hive of hierarchical insects doesn't typically result in loving). You wrap your forelegs around her and she pulls you into her belly. You both sit silent, just enjoying each others' presence, until she breaks the silence.
"I must admit, I didn't ever expect to find love with a pony. Especially not after that... incident in Canterlot." She sighs, and looks wistfully into your eyes. "Why are you so accepting of me?" she inquires.
"I don't have a lot of friends." you reply, meeting her gaze. "I hate to say it, but I'm kind of desperate for companionship right now. I guess that's why I didn't take off running when I first saw you." You snuggle in closer. "Either way, I'm glad I stayed."
Chrysalis gently kisses you head. "I'm glad too, my little pony."
You hold each other, enjoying the moment and each other, neither of you stirring from your embrace.
After a long time, you hear a sound above the sound of both of your breathing: Chrysalis's stomach rumbling. She looks at you and smiles.
"Back there, when you said you loved my farts... I almost didn't believe you until I felt the love radiating off of you. I have to ask... would you love the other things that come out of me?"
"Of course, your highness. I think every part of you is beautiful. From your lips and muzzle, you gorgeous wings and stunning mane, all the way down to your hooves. And everything in between, especially your butt."
She blushed again, harder. "Well, then you'll be happy to know that this upcoming load was made possible by your love, and your love alone. I haven't had this much to eat in years." She finishes her sentence by raising her tail and trumpeting off a fart, filling the air with that wondrous scent. She sits up on the bed, and you sit up to face her. "Now, normally I'd have no qualms with doing my business wherever I am. I have servants to clean everything up."
"Even in bed?" you ask.
She giggles. "Especially in bed. However, I don't know how dirty you want to get right now. Would you rather I relieve myself in the bathroom?" she says, gesturing to a closed set of double doors. "I promise it'll still be fun for you."
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