... no wait, that wasn't right. Twitching her ears, Chrysalis focused on the bed. Her bed. Your bed. Both of your bed, as it was now. And there you were, laying across it, snoring obnoxiously. At least, it should have been obnoxious, but as Chrysalis had come to love just about everything about you, she couldn't care. Furthermore, as she approached, she saw that you were not alone, but with every last one of your little bundles of disgustingly adorable interspecies love making.