"What? A cake pony!? How will it look, how it would even work?... Aren't you already a big marshmallow of a pony? Wouldn't it be too sweet!?"
"There is no such thing as too sweet!"
"I can't take it all... Why are you so sweet!?..."
Her laughter slowly died down. A bright, prideful smile remained on her muzzle as she spoke in a softer tone:
"Because... being sweet... feels good."

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"Chrysalis, how do you spawn, anyway?"
She didn't blush per se, but she still averted her eyes uncomfortably.
"Why would you ask that of a changeling? What are you, some kind of wierdo?"
"Just curious. But I insist!"
"Same as you ponies, I suppose, but fine." ...
"Watch closely."‎

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"You know, you ponies are the perfect predators."
"Uh... Thanks, I guess?"
"Yes, I hate it. I hate your big round eyes, colorful bushy manes, curious little ears, and especially these soft tummies," the Queen said, touching the pony's stomach with a jagged hoof.
The asker giggled: "I'm ticklish!"
"Absolutely disgusting. You might be the only reason felines haven't dominated the world yet."
"You mean our little pets?"

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"Is your intent to stare me down, powerful Sun demigoddess?" The Queen cackled. "Or maybe you're just not good at this? Guess not much practice during the past hundreds of years, is there?"

"And maybe you shouldn't be speaking so boldly, Queen of the Changelings," Celestia scoffed with a fiery look. "You're quite audacious for a mere beast."

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"Auntie Chrysalis! I'm so astonished and perplexed... How do, actually, changelings change?"
She scoffed. "What a dull question. With our magic, of course!"
"Yes, but I mean, how exactly it happens? Is it a learned power or is it innate? Where it comes from, anyway? Do you imagine something when changing, and if so, then in how much detail? Are there even any limits? <...>"

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"Teach me about fear, Chrysalis."
"Ah, so you're willing to learn about something? Very good. I can give you two explanations: short one, and correct one. Your choice."
"Alright... Start with the short one."
"Fear is how the ruler controls the subject."
"I see. What about correct one?"
"If you leave this room, you will die."
The asker is paralyzed with fear. Chrysalis cackled with glee.

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