Well you asked for it and get it you shall!

A Chrysalis and human chronicle with a twist.

For this one will be told in Chrysalis's Point of view, not the human's, and is in the form of four chapters.

Why?

Because Chrysalis is too damn sexy for one measly 8000 worded chronicle (That was the original plan)

So I hope you're all ready for this, because this one may just contain some dark humour.

By the way, Richard has an British accent. Just thought you should know

Anyway, enough stalling.

Begin!

Act One- Changing A Changeling

I was bored.

The thought came to me out of nowhere and yet, it was true.

I was sitting down in the far most corner of Clopping Hooves Tavern, nursing a mug of the swill they call cider whilst simultaneously drinking in the dregs of positive emotion.

…Let me explain that one.

My name is Chrysalis, Queen of the Changeling race…which wasn't much…at all.

In fact it was just me, any other Changeling was either beyond the Equestrian border or…gone, like the rest of my children.

Which makes me the last of my kind.

It's a bit depressing, but not as final as most would believe it to be.

All I have to do is find some clueless stallion, fuck him dry and get enough of his seed to fertilise my eggs.

Which would then knock me up with a few thousand larva, thus repopulating my kind and asserting my rule once again.

Of course I'd probably have to kill him, climax tends to reveal a Changeling's true form and when ponies see it, they normally start screaming for help.

So yeah, flirt, fuck, fertilize and kill.

At least he'd get a happy ending.

But yeah, the emotion draining.

It's another way for a Changeling to both feed and gain strength. Love is the mother of all emotions, especially for my kind. It sustains us and grants us unbelievable amounts of power.

Unfortunately it's also a bit of a drug, and a dangerous one at that.

Love gained through deceptive means is the easiest way to become addicted. And when a changeling becomes addicted to love, they lose touch with their common sense.

I'm ashamed to say it happened to me, even though I always thought myself strong enough to resist the temptation.

However if I managed to gain love through normal means, with no or at least hardly any deception, then I could gain strength, be kept well sustained and my "lover" would be none the wiser.

For a while in any case.

Eventually my excessive draining upon my "lover" would risk them becoming seriously ill, and a vegetable doesn't give out much love, essentially becoming useless to me and a loose end.

Loose ends need to be discarded, and it's nicer to abandon my "lover" then kill them.

Do you hate me yet? Do I disgust you?

I'm well aware that ponies and even some griffons loathe the changeling way of life. But it's our way and it always has been.

A changeling can never be truly loved for who they are. We are repulsive insects that have never had an easy life. So we adapt, we change our form to ones more suitable…we are always changing, we're never the same.

We can't ever risk it.

We are survivors, we work hard to at it. And unless it's feeding us then love holds no place in our heart.

At least…that's what I thought.

Before I met him, I always thought that way. Just like my mother and her mother before her…and so on.

My eyes were shut to so many possibilities, but my Richie opened them.

Perhaps I should get back to the tavern, it's where we met after all.

I was sipping on my cider, draining dregs of emotion and keeping myself to myself, wrapped in a cloak that hid what I looked like, even though I didn't really need to.

My current form was that of a beautiful, tall and slender white unicorn. The mane was a mix of blue and grey, cascading down to my midsection. The cutie mark on my flank was that of a moth, which was as laughable as it was ironic. But what I liked most about this form were the eyes.

Two pools of vibrant green, wide, bright and very mesmerizing if I do say so myself.

I could honestly say in absolute confidence that this form could and would land me any stallion I wanted. Heck if I took off the cloak and strutted down to the bartender, the amount of lust I could drain would increase tenfold.

Even then I was looking at every stallion I could see. A few were incompatible because of sterility, which in turn was becoming a common thing nowadays. The amount of stallions that could actually knock me up were two out of fourteen in the tavern.

One of which was only just stallion enough to get a mare up the duff.

I wondered how the pathetic princess would handle it when Equestria faced its inevitable halt in birthrates.

"Badly, I suspect."

As I was mulling around with my thoughts, my feelers picked up a rather…interesting amount of emotion and information.

The emotion was a white hot sense of irritation and anger, something that is actually quite attractive to a changeling. Love might be the mother, but anger is the big daddy of tasty emotion.

The information I received however was…intriguing.

Whoever was radiating that intoxicating amount of anger, was also the most fertile individual nearby.

And as the tavern door swung open and voices carried in, I found the culprit behind the…rather fantastic news.

But then I saw him…and was reasonably surprised.

The angry being was a tall bipedal creature. He was wearing clothing that was considered beyond the norm for ponies, yet was somehow quite…attractive in a way I suppose. He had a short patch of black hair on the top of his head, if you could call it that. There was barely enough hair to be called hair.

His eyes were smaller than anypony else I'd ever met, comically so actually. Yet their deep blue colour stole the amusement away, along with the rage that seemed to spark behind said orbs.

He didn't have a snout, but rather that of a small…nose, I believe it is called. A muzzle was something he seemed to lack as well, either that or it like his eyes was extraordinarily small. He had some hair around said mouth, black and stubbly, yet at the same time rather animalistic and rough.

The creature didn't have hooves either, but rather strange claw-like appendages, yet without anything sharp enough to be named a claw. I couldn't tell what his hind hooves looked like, if they were hooves at all, because of the strange hoofwear he wore around them.

Probably as some sort of protection, instead of something fashionable.

The clothing was simple enough. He wore a plain grey top of some kind over his torso, whilst wearing some thick looking material that covered the entirety of his legs.

But what caught most of my attention, you know apart from the nice amount eggs I was planning to lay with his unwitting help, was his voice.

The accent was…unlike anything I'd ever heard before.

Nearly everyone I've ever met has some trace of the same accent in their voice. Sometimes it's drawled and quite…western, while at other times it's fancy and proper.

But they always had a trace of the same accent in their voice, always.

This creature however had no such trace. His accent was very…clear and informative.

It's hard to explain if you can't hear it yourself.

But in any case, he sounded angry and irritated, looked it too. And like I said before, to a changeling, anger is intoxicating and very desirable.

And when it was coming from a very fertile and strangely attractive male…

He walked in through the tavern and headed towards the bar, muttering what I suspect to be curses under his breath.

To my surprise, a familiar looking mare followed him in, tears in her eyes as she cautiously made her way over to him.

Thanks to my changeling hearing, I could easily hear what the mare was trying to say to him.

"Richard please listen to me," she pleaded desperately. "I didn't mean to write it, I promise. You've got to believe me."

"Yeah, I'll have an apple cider mate," Richard told the bartender, ignoring the mare.

The mare stamped her hoof down on the ground angrily and made to grab his right appendage. He reacted to this by slapping the hoof away and glaring down at her furiously.

The anger was so thick in the air that I could barely suppress a purr.

"The only reason you dated me was so you could impress your beloved mentor," he growled bitterly. "You just wanted to show off the fascinating creature you managed to "tame", and I can't believe I ever thought anything different."

"Well…this is getting interesting," I thought amusedly.

The mare was shaking her head as if to rid herself of an annoying mosquito, tears in her eyes as her lips trembled.

"No I didn't" she exclaimed urgently. "I just…didn't correctly write about you in my notes is all."

"Oh piss off Twilight," he snorted dryly. "I saw her reply. She encouraged you to keep up the act so you could keep an eye on me. The only reason you're freaking out is because this is the first time you've failed to meet your mentor's expectations."

He stopped ranting as the bartender came back with his cider, before taking it and passing the stallion a few bits as payment.

"Well here's some news for you," he continued angrily. "I'm not an animal, project or something you can experiment on with your "science". So take your false affections back to Celestia and tell her the both of you can shove it up your ass!"

He shouted the last few words so loudly that the lavender unicorn fled in terror. Everypony had stopped whatever they were doing and were staring at him, something that caused his irritation to increase if my feelers were correct.

They're always correct by the way. I'm a Queen, they're too brilliant not to be.

"What are you all looking at?!" he snarled viciously.

I don't think I've ever seen so many ponies pretend to do something so quickly before.

The male, or Richard as I now knew he was called, began looking around for somewhere to sit. Unfortunately for him there wasn't anywhere, probably because it was a Friday and the tavern tends to pick up around then.

Hey if you're looking for a potentially fertile male, then you've got to know everything about the right place, inside and out.

I cleared my throat loudly as he looked in my direction and waved him over with my right hoof. He hesitated and looked around the tavern once again, but once he realized that there was nowhere else to sit, he sighed and made his way over to me.

I suppose any other pony would feel insulted over his obvious reluctance. But for once in my life, I strangely sympathised with him. We were both unusual creatures that weren't trusted by the populous.

Although mine was my own fault, not that I cared. The prissy princess would never have simply given my children the love they needed without some sort of catch.

Because that's how life always worked. It was a catch, and if you didn't catch it while you could then you would be grounded beneath it and forced to survive through terrible means.

But that was the changeling life. It was how we thrived and with this Richard's help, would thrive again.

Said creature eventually trudged his way over to my table in the corner and sat down opposite me. He didn't speak, choosing instead to merely sip from his mug and stare off into space.

Strangely enough, for a lack of emotion on his face, my feelers were still drinking down torrents of anger.

"He's quite skilled at hiding behind a mask isn't he," I mused, a tinge of respect flickering through me.

"So…Richard is it?" I asked sweetly, observing his features as they twisted into annoyance briefly before switching back into tranquillity.

"What gave it away?" he retorted sarcastically.

I raised an eyebrow in amusement at his attitude, but acknowledged that he could be a little harder to crack then the average stallion.

"Well the mare crying at you before was a dead giveaway," I answered dryly, a bit too much of my actual personality bleeding into the words.

"Foolish mare! Stay on track and seduce him."

To my surprise however, a small smile wormed its way onto his face.

He actually even turned to look at me.

"Or maybe I should just be myself a little."

"Oh her?" he snorted comically. "She's just Celestia's little lap dog, you know, following orders like a good little pet. She was only crying because she's been a bad girl and won't get any treats."

I am Chrysalis, Queen of the changelings. The most powerful ruler in the badlands. Many fear me and with good reason.

Yet there I was, giggling like a fucking school filly, none of it forced or acted.

But yet again, Richard seemed to like it.

So what was the harm in being myself just a little longer?

I held my hoof out to him, still trying to stifle the occasional giggle that forced its way through my muzzle.

"I'm Chry-Chrissy," I said, stumbling over my true name by accident.

"You're a fucking Queen idiot! Think before you act Chrysalis, your future children are at stake here!"

It's weird, sometimes I hear my mother's voice in my head and not my own. Probably because of the amount of times she repeated the same lines.

Richard grinned at my stammer and held his appendage, what I learned later to be called a hand, out and grasped my hoof firmly yet gently.

"Nice to meet you Chrissy," he drawled wryly. "I'm Richard Tyler, but just call me Richard."

I smirked back and shook his hand, whilst at the same time shaking off my hood deviously, revealing my attractive face to him.

Unlike most stallions however…he didn't flush or show any sign of arousal. I knew it wasn't me, every stallion I seduced found this form attractive. They never lived long enough to fully appreciate it, but it easily got them into bed and under my hoof.

Of course there were a few decades between each stallion. If I did it regularly then others would most likely discover a pattern and lead it back to this form. I could always just switch into another mare from the past, but I'd gotten fond of this one. It was the first form I ever managed to change into after all.

So there was sentiment there.

To be honest it looked kind of like my true self…if my true self was a pony and not covered in black fur.

Or chitinous plating that glowed in the dark.

Or holes that serve no purpose other than to make us even more unattractive and function as a twisted pleasure point. Twisted because no one in their right mind would ever stick anything into it, let alone a tongue or…something else.

Nature's a bitch, but you work with what you've got.

Seeing that my usual attempt at seduction was failing, I decided to move onto another type.

Namely by sympathizing with him, getting him to open up and feel close to me on an emotional level.

Thus leading up to the inevitable pity sex.

I'd only ever done it twice and one of the stallions broke down after he orgasmed. I honestly felt so sorry for him that I wasn't going to gut him.

But then he moved and hit a really delightful spot. I climaxed and changed back, he shouted for help and I shanked him with my horn.

In the eye...both of them.

Well at least he stopped crying.

Anyway!

"Well I hope that mare didn't get you too down," I consoled softly. "I can't even imagine what it's like to be treated like an animal or science project."

He sighed bitterly and stared off into space for a few minutes, either ignoring my "support" or contemplating on what to say about it.

To be honest, I have little trouble when it comes to reading stallions. They tend to have a one track mind, and even the more complicated ones aren't too difficult.

But Richard…he was a bit of a marvel.

He seemed to dislike flirting, so that was off the table.

I couldn't arouse him with my appearance, which was somehow slightly insulting despite it not being my own.

And to top it all off, I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

My feelers could pick up emotions, not thoughts. And right then he was a torrent of anger, amusement, enjoyment and irritation.

I'd honestly hoped that he'd be up for a bit of revenge sex, but apparently not.

"Let's try a different tactic," I schemed oh so cleverly.

"So…I don't mean to be rude or anything but what are you?" I asked with some honest curiosity.

Richard seemed to snap out of his daze and regard me with a dry expression.

"You're not going to jot anything down in a notebook are you?" he inquired deprecatingly.

I snorted in amusement but shook my head and rested it on my forehooves, gazing at him inquisitively.

He grinned ever so slightly before putting his half empty mug down on the table and sitting back against the undersized chair.

"Well for starters I'm a human, or Homo-Sapiens if you wanna get all technical about it," he began informatively. "I don't really know much about my kind because I honestly never gave a shit. But we're survivors and made our way to the top of the chain by adapting. We've made some pretty good headway with technology and have even got a man on the moon a few times."

I was honestly astonished with all that he said.

And he continued too. Speaking about the human diet, which is a little similar to a griffon's, before regaling me with whatever he could about human history.

You know, for a future snack and sperm donor, he was actually pretty interesting.

His kind sounded similar to my own in some aspects. We were both survivors, we both struggled to make our way out of the bottom, even though changelings were nowhere near the top.

One of the things I did notice, is how lonely his kind sounded. Changelings are linked with the hive mind and even ponies are somewhat linked with magic and friendship.

But humanity was always on its own, every human for themselves.

It was strange how I'd originally gone in with the goal to appear sympathetic with him, only to actually sympathize with him.

I was so caught off my guard that when he stood up and waved goodbye, I barely managed to realize what was happening until it was almost too late.

"W-Wait a second." I asked with some slight urgency.

The human blinked at this and cocked an eyebrow inquisitively.

"What is it?"

…Good question.

You know I've lived for well over two hundred years and I'm probably going to live for two hundred more if I'm lucky. But for the third time that day, I'd said something without thinking it through.

So I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Can I see you again sometime?"

Richard blinked at the request in surprise and merely stared at me for a few moments.

I actually started to sweat…which is impossible for a changeling. But my anxiety had to come through somehow and I was still in my pony form.

Richard suddenly grinned slyly at me and…did a little bow?

"I live in Rosebud Avenue. Number seventeen," he said mirthfully. "Or I will once I rent it out later today. If you want to hang out then swing by sometime, I'll see if I can get some decent cider somewhere."

And with that he was out the door and I was stuck in a momentarily lapse of confusion and amusement.

"Maybe this one will actually be fun," I considered, chuckling dryly.

Okay so here we are with Chrysalis's…sorry, Chrissy's second chappy!

I hope you're prepared for some more dry humor and Twibashing, because this chapter will be filled to the brim with all of it.

That being said, expect the third chapter roughly two days after this one. I like to leave a day or two for any chapter to sink in…save for T.E.N, but I'm working on that one. I'm 2586 words into it so far, but am leaving it be for now.

I wanna keep on rolling with this story while it's fresh in my mind.

So without further ado…

Begin!

It had been a few days since that amusing meeting between myself and Richard.

I did originally plan to go and visit him the day after, but found myself suddenly ravenous and decided to pick up a rather desperate stallion, who was way too easy to seduce, called Flash Sentry.

After I'd managed to successfully get him under my natural charm and into bed, I deviously began to suck the lust out of him.

And yes, exactly in the way you're thinking.

It wasn't all bad though. Flashy got to relieve some tension and I got a full stomach for the next day or two. He was kept alive too.

No really, I left him sleeping like a fucking baby.

Win, win situation if you ask me.

So yeah, I was on my way to the address Richard had given me. My goal to successfully get him to impregnate me was still on the top of my to-do list, and I didn't meet any fertile stallions between the tavern and then.

Or at least not as fertile as he was.

I arrived in Rosebud Avenue after a short distance of walking from the hotel I was staying in.

Bits were relatively simple to acquire, especially when all I had to do was take up a different form, bat my eyelashes a few times, bend over…and then knock them out and steal whatever they had on them.

I always made sure to change into somepony long dead mind you, otherwise I risked attracting the wrong kind of attention from those who knew a little too much about changelings.

There was another way I was getting bits, but mugging stallions with stiffies was way too much fun to pass up.

As I walked up to number seventeen, the door suddenly opened with yelling quickly following.

"If you come here again then I swear to god, I will shove that letter so far up your ass that you'll be shitting out the wrong end!"

Twilight Sparkle suddenly ran out of the house and sped past me in fear, tears streaming down her face and a small scroll in her mouth.

I watched her turn the corner, accompanied by a white flash, signifying that she had just teleported. I turned back around and cocked a curious eyebrow at Richard's slightly red face.

Oh there it was again…Mhmm, that delicious anger.

Upon noticing me, he quickly cleared his throat and allowed a small grin to adorn his face.

"So…tea, coffee, cider or whisky?" he asked smoothly.

I smirked at his utter lack of care towards his previous situation. To be honest he kind of reminded me of…well, me.

"It's eleven in the morning and you're offering alcohol," I chided sternly.

He cocked an eyebrow at this and shrugged, although that small grin of his didn't fade.

"And?" he asked bluntly.

I chuckled brazenly and strutted past him into his house, before looking back and winking flirtatiously.

"In that case, a cider would be fine."

He nodded and closed the door absentmindedly, completely ignoring the oh so subtle wink I'd just bestowed upon him.

"He's either the most oblivious male I've ever met or he just doesn't give a crap."

To be honest, I wouldn't be too surprised if it was the latter. But they don't call me "Hot flank Chrysalis" for nothing, and I'd be damned if I couldn't wiggle and make him blush at least a little.

"Just head on into the living room," he said conversationally. "I'll be there in a sec."

I nodded and made my way into his living room, making sure to shake my flank just a little as I did so.

To my continued dismay however, my feelers picked up no arousal, just small waves of residual anger and long faded lust.

"Mhmm, looks like I should have come by earlier," I contemplated, my tummy giving a small rumble in agreement.

The long faded lust wasn't so hard to figure out, after all even I pleasure myself from time to time.

It serves no purpose, but it's satisfying and I do have needs like everyone else.

Upon entering his living room, I sat down on the nearest couch and looked at my surroundings.

It was a fairly simple room, containing two couches, a bookshelf with little books in it, a small coffee table and a glass door that showed a garden outside.

"Hmm, it's kind of cosy." I thought distractedly.

Richard came in a few moments later, a clear glass cup full of cider in one hand and a can of the stuff in another.

"Here you go," he said, passing me the cup which I quickly grasped with my magic.

He sat down on the couch opposite me and started sipping from his can. I quickly picked up his frustration, but narrowed it down to not knowing what to say.

"Okay Chrysalis. You're a Queen, you've been at this for a little over two hundred years, you're currently smoking hot and your targeted male has no idea what to say. This should be an easy lay."

I broke out of my thoughts with a small nod, before smiling sultrily at Richard and beginning the conversation that was sure to make him fuck me silly.

"Mhmm it tastes delicious Richie," I purred seductively as I sipped the surprisingly nice tasting liquid, making sure to half lid my eyes as he looked over in my direction.

I could see it now. He would stammer and blush like a choir colt. I would take advantage of this and slowly make my way over to him, where I would then slowly touch and rub various parts of his body whilst absentmindedly flirting.

He would inevitably rise to the occasion, which I would point out, reprimand cheekily and then effortlessly begin to help him with.

The rest as they say, would be history.

Unfortunately…

"I know right, I got them buy one get one free at Bargain Booze," he informed happily…not a bloody trace of red anywhere on his face. "And Richie? How did you know that was my nickname?"

"Wait what?"

"I u-uh…lucky guess," I stammered hopefully.

Richard raised an eyebrow curiously, but shrugged and went back to drinking his cider.

"How the heck did that not work?" I thought disbelievingly. "I've done this with at least four other stallions and they gained erections so fast, they nearly passed out from dizziness."

I hated to admit it, but this human was tough and apparently impervious to my sexy wiles.

"No, I won't give up this easily. Every stallion has become putty in my hooves and this one will not break that chain. I will just have to step it up a notch, get a little touchy feely."

"So what brings you here on this fine morning?" Richard asked, snapping me out of my internal rant.

"You swayed me with the promise of decent cider," I quipped, simultaneously giving myself a mental slap for not staying on track.

"Really?" he asked, grinning widely as he took another sip from his can. "And here I thought we hit off so well, but alas…tis the cider."

"Is he flirting…or not?" I pondered hesitantly.

My feelers weren't picking up any flirtatious emotion, just playfulness. But it could have just been his way of flirting…or perhaps he was just as unaware to himself flirting as he was when he was flirted with.

"Flirting without knowing you're flirting…this one is just full of surprises."

I shook my head slightly before deciding on yet another approach.

A more subtle, slow yet dastardly clever one if I say so myself.

One that was so complex, so diverse and cunning that I had to resist fanning myself with a hoof.

Namely…Befriending then fucking.

Oldest trick in the book. No really, look in the book store on Blueblood Street.

"Top five ways to befriend and rut somepony", by Chrissy Love Bug.

It's actually quite a hit, pays me too.

I just mug because it's funny; I dislike ponies and the sight of an unconscious stallion waving his dick in the air is too good to miss.

"So what was that all about before?" I asked, referring to the arrogant unicorn who happened to spoil my plans and thus bring about the death of my children.

Sure I could make another family…but to brush them aside as if they meant nothing to me…

I felt every death and it hurt me so much…they were my babies no matter how old they were.

I might come off as uncaring and sarcastic, but that's just with ponies. When it comes to my children then the mask is off and I'm…well, different. I treat them all with love and kindness, feed them before myself and try to make their lives happy.

It'd be easier if I had a mate. But to do so, I would have to find a pony or at a stretch a griffon…and infuse my blood into their body via my fangs.

You wouldn't believe how many Vampony stories that brought on a few centuries before I was born.

I could force them if I so pleased, but to be honest I don't want any of their kind becoming a King. Not only do I doubt that they could handle the responsibility, but a changeling's life is bloody, hard and sometimes terrifying.

Griffons would be more suited, but they tend to hunt us like animals. Ponies are too soft and dislike us because we're different.

Ponies dislike change, it's a common fact and everyone knows it.

…Have I been ranting?

Anyway!

Richard just rolled his eyes and put his half empty can down on the coffee table.

"It's really stupid Chrissy," he said dismissively.

"But I like stupid," I joked wittily.

He snorted in amusement and grinned widely, before relaxing and placing his hands behind his head.

"Alright then, but try not to laugh too much okay?" he asked drolly.

"No promises," I replied teasingly. "But I'll try."

He smirked at this, but became somewhat serious as he began to explain.

"Okay then, here's the deal," he started. "Sparkle somehow brought me to this world about six months ago. It was a rather…angry time for me, but I was eventually satisfied with her mistresses…sorry, mentors promise to find a way to send me back."

"I take it they're still finding a way?" I asked curiously, only to fight a flinch and a purr at the sudden spike of anger in his emotions.

"Not anymore," he growled quietly. "You see there's some sort of problem with the stallions here. They can't seem to get any mare up the duff. So Celestia's top scientists have been trying to find a solution to it, you know, mixing different Dna from different species to try and man up the baby batter."

"That makes sense," I admitted hesitantly.

"Apparently," he agreed half-heartedly. "But it hadn't been working at all, nothing came of it. However one day, Twilight decided to bring up a clever idea to use me. I saw no harm in it because I didn't think it would work, you know, me being as far from Equine as possible and all."

I could see where this was going.

"But apparent I was wrong," I sighed bitterly. "Apparently my sauce goes well with your chips, because I had Celestia and her sister practically begging me to help them. They told me it would take a few years, but if I agreed then I could save their race from dying out."

"I take it you weren't very happy about their oh so wise decision?" I teased harmlessly.

He coughed up a laugh and shook his head, his emotions mixed between mirth and bitter rage.

"No I wasn't," he confirmed. "All I wanted was to go home and they wanted to keep me as a sperm donor for a few years. So I refused, told them this wasn't my problem and that they should at least have the common decency to send me back from where Twilight stole me."

I was surprisingly curious about their reaction to this, so remained quiet and nodded for him to continue, sipping from my glass every so often.

"They…didn't agree with me on this however," he continued tiredly. "They ended up telling me that if I ever wanted to go home then I would have to do as they said. I told them to go fuck themselves and left the castle. Twilight caught up with me, sympathised, dated and ended up having her baby dragon unwillingly reveal via letter, that she was only doing so because Celestia wanted to keep me inside the Equestrian border."

I examined his emotions as I took in all he had said. I found anger, slight depression and bitterness to be the biggest amongst the others.

To be honest, I was shocked that the prissy princesses had the stones to do what they did. I understood why they were blackmailing him. They needed to save their race and I understood…even if I was a laughing at the sudden twist in roles between us.

I needed to save my race and was blasted into the sky because of it…although I could have been a little more diplomatic I suppose. But Celestia would have weaved so many legal binds that I would have been in her debt until the day I died.

But here, Celestia needed Richard to save her race and he was refusing…or did she find a way after all?

"So I take it you aren't beating your meat for her then?" I asked nonchalantly, breaking out into a grin as he choked a little on his drink.

Once he'd finished coughing, he looked at me and shrugged in slight defeat.

"Well…yeah kind of," he admitted.

I cocked an eyebrow at him questioningly before waving a hoof at him to explain.

"Well when I broke up with Twilight the other day, Celestia sent me a letter along with a bag stuffed with bits. The letter basically had her explaining that she would continue to send me money as long as I agreed to…comply and visit the castle once a week. In return she would grant me citizenship which would allow me to legally buy or rent a house."

"She trapped you in an ultimatum," I figured out. "You had nowhere to go now that you weren't with the unicorn, so she forced you to choose. Between either helping her with that little fertility project or living on the streets."

"Pretty much," he agreed. "She even sent me a letter thanking me earlier. Then Twilight showed up about an hour afterwards with another letter from Celestia saying that she'd pay me more if I agreed to move back in with Twilight and allow her to harmlessly experiment on me."

"I take it that's when you told her to…"

"Shove it up her ass," he finished. "Yeah pretty much."

I remained silent as I mulled over the recent information. Killing him after sex would have to be discarded now, especially since he was under Celestia's gaze and was apparently supposed to save their race.

"That would put him at the top of her priorities," I admitted in annoyance.

I was so in depth with my thoughts, that what happened next rendered me stunned.

"Wanna go out and see a movie?" Richard asked candidly.

"W-What?" I stuttered in surprise.

"A movie, tonight, at that little black and white screening everyone is going on about?" he explained, apparently blind to my shock.

I swiftly yet with some difficulty, managed to reel in my emotions and mull over his suggestion.

"A movie? Hmm, it could be a good way to try and arouse his affection, hopefully in both ways."

I smoothly adopted a rather suggestive expression and lidded my eyes sultrily.

"Mhmm, it sounds like a wonderful idea Richie," I agreed provocatively.

"Brilliant," he chirped happily. "It's about…wow, okay one o'clock now. So why don't you do the female thing, go and get ready for five minutes and meet up here at around seven?"

…Seriously?

I had the voice, the looks, the positioning and the right words.

Yet I still felt no excitement beyond the idea of seeing a movie with me.

"I am going to get him aroused if I have to bend over and pleasure myself in front of him to do it!" I vowed mentally.

It was almost disgraceful. I was a practically a sex goddess and yet Richard was the one being that refused to get it up no matter what I did!

None the less, I agreed and gave him a kiss on the cheek on my way out.

And do you know what happened?

He blushed!

It was very faint but he blushed!

"And I am getting way to excited over this." I chided myself. "He is a walking baby maker, a snack, nothing to feel so happy about…victorious maybe, but not so happy."

The next few hours were spent changing my form's mane and tail style. I was originally going to keep the long, cascading mane that went down to my midsection. But I eventually decided on shortening both of them a little bit, while still keeping it all young and attractive.

I arrived back at his home a little before seven and knocked on the door. I wasn't wearing anything, although I did nearly decide on a pretty little dress. But in the end I decided to go all natural. How else was I supposed to accidently lift my tail every so often?

The door opened and I was greeted with the sight of a topless Richard. To my delightful surprise, he was actually quite well built. Not overly so, but enough to show that he was well in shape.

"See anything you like?" he asked playfully, yet again with no apparent knowledge of flirtation as he did so.

"How is that even possible?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Maybe I do," I teased, throwing him a saucy wink for good measure.

He chuckled deeply before turning around and grabbing a black and white checkered shirt from a radiator and chucking it on.

He then walked outside and shut the door behind him, looking at me with a small grin as he passed me a cream coloured ticket.

I took it and looked down at what it had to say.

I blinked at the title in shock and a little honest fear.

"Did he figure out what I am?!" I thought frantically. "No, no, no. He's the most fertile male around, there won't be anyone else like him. Everyone else is…insufficient!"

I was snapped out of my mental breakdown by a warm hand landing on my back gently.

"You okay?" Richard asked worriedly. "You look a little pale Chrissy. Are you sure you're up for this?"

Ahh satisfaction. The concerned, worried emotions coming from him were overall entirely pleasant. It's not love, but it's still nice.

But best of all, they showed that he had no idea of the implications I'd conceived from the ticket.

"I-I'm fine Richie," I lied effortlessly. "I just felt a little dizzy is all, nothing to worry about."

He looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze, but eventually smiled and nodded for the two of us to being walking.

The concerned emotions my feelers had picked up however…did not waver for a while.

We eventually arrived at a rather large mass of ponies, all of them lined up outside a huge building.

"Well…this looks popular," Richard quipped dryly, slight amusement and annoyance radiating from him.

I nudged him with my flank and smirked flirtatiously as my…fourth or fifth plan that night, went into motion.

"It's not so bad Richie," I purred enticingly. "It is a bit cold though…do you mind if we get a little closer?"

I wasn't lying about the cold either. It didn't bother me much, changelings have to bear all conditions if they are to survive after all. But from the goosebumps on his arms, I could tell that he wasn't faring so well.

Thus getting closer would allow me to rub up against him, tempting him silently, whilst also helping him get a little warmer.

Win, win really.

"Sure thing," he agreed, moving closer and wrapping his right arm around me, his hand ending up just a touch above my tummy.

I failed to repress the aroused shiver that wracked my sexy form.

Richard seemed to take this as me being cold however, and thus gripped me just that little tighter.

Do you know how hard it is for me to supress a purr? Especially when it is literally dying to come out?

It's difficult!

The line eventually began to shorten and about fifteen minutes later, we reached the ticket pony.

She was a small, plump older unicorn, that gave off the nice sensation of kindness with some minor arrogance, barely mentionable because all the unicorns in Canterlot had it.

That was until she saw Richard however.

I instantly felt the change through my feelers, kindness mutating into fear and slight…disgust.

"Ma'am you aren't allowed to bring any pets into the theatre," she chided snidely, not even paying the now annoyed Richard a glance.

"Excuse me?" I asked, irritation and…ire somehow easing their way into my voice.

"Your pet," she explained slowly, pointing a Richard. "He's not allowed in. This is a pony only showing."

I've always prided myself for my ability to lie effortlessly and keep calm in any situation. But this situation…was different somehow, even if I had no idea why.

I mean Richard was a means to an end, nothing more…and yet I could not deny the urge I felt to magically backhoof that mare into next week.

Protective…that's the only word I can think of when I remember this, because it's exactly what I felt in that moment.

Even if it made little sense, I barely knew him!

"So sorry to disappoint you sweetheart but he is not my pet!" I growled furiously. "He is a friend and under my and Princess Celestia's watch. So I'm going to count to three and if you don't stand aside then not only will it cost you your job, but you may just lose a limb."

I said the words with such conviction that the mare's fear swiftly rose by quite a bit.

"Y-Yes ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am," she spluttered pathetically. "Please g-go right in and h-have a good time ma'am."

I narrowed my eyes and stared at her until she began to sweat, before darting my eyes up to a very amused Richard and back again.

"O-Oh and you too sir!" she added frantically, thrusting a voucher of some kind into his left hand. "Just hoof it to the food till and you'll get a free box of large popcorn!"

The mare quickly stood aside as we walked past her. I looked back and smirked at her frightened and flushed face, which only became more so once she realized I was still looking at her.

"Thanks for that," Richard said gratifyingly, causing my gaze to snap back onto his as he stopped walking.

"It…it was no trouble," I replied quietly…almost shyly?

"Get a grip on yourself mare!" I scolded myself crossly. "He is a lay, a simple male and nothing more."

Wasn't he?

"We should…go and see this movie," I advised cheerfully.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I've never really heard much about changelings other than the invasion that happened before I showed up, so this should be interesting."

"Interesting?" I ribbed sarcastically. "It's about changelings Richie, it's going to be the best movie in the world."

One movie later.

"That was the absolute worst piece of shit I have ever had to burn my eyes with!" I raged angrily.

The move was bloody dreadful. They got almost everything wrong with the changeling physiology and way of life.

"Changelings do not sparkle in the moonlight!" I continued ranting. "And a Queen does NOT have a dick and a snatch! A Queen is called a Queen for a reason! A King has a dick not a Queen!"

Richard was just laughing at my angry ranting. I couldn't fault him though, he had no idea how insulting that movie was to my kind and probably took me for an obsessed fanmare or something.

"Hey Chrissy?" he drawled teasingly.

"Don't you dare!" I growled, glaring up at him in annoyance.

"Is your Queen in another castle?" he continued anyway, resulting in a sharp slap to the stomach.

He just took it and laughed some more.

Honestly though, the movie was so abysmal that I stopped trying to flirt with Richie about ten minutes into it.

I was so stuck in my ranting and raving that I didn't even notice that we were standing outside the hotel where I was staying until he stopped walking.

I looked up at him questioningly and got a flurry of emotions in response.

Amusement and happiness were most prominent.

"It's the nearet hotel in Canterlot," he explained. "You told me a few days back that you didn't have a home, so I guessed you were bunking here."

"Heh, smart male."

"I do…and thanks," I said, an honest smile worming its unwanted way onto my muzzle.

He hadn't been returning any of my affections that night…but I'd had a fun time and made some progress. I'd just have to be patient and-

I was wrested from my thoughts by the feeling of Richard's lips on my own. It was brief, but carried a large wave of affection with it. Unfortunately he moved away before I could return it, winking at me slyly before turning and walking away, his hand high in the air and waving at me in goodbye.

"Cya later Chrissy, good night," he said mirthfully.

I was still so stunned from the sudden kiss that I didn't say anything, merely watching instead as he turned a corner and vanished from view.

I moved a hoof up to my lips and touched them gently, the warmth of his own lips combined with his affection still lingering.

"What just happened?"

So...how about that title eh?

Okay well you've had a few days or so without Chrissy and Richard to make you chuckle, let's remedy that shall we XD

Sorry guys, but there shall be NO SEX in this chapter.

There was going to be, but I decided to extend the story a little more. If only to give more depth to the eventual…saucy stuff.

So yeah, please note that although there will still be comedy, the plot is going to venture deeper into the romantic and dark elements.

I hope you enjoy. Make sure to tell me how much you want the next chapter!

Begin!

Four months…

That's how long I've known Richard, how long it's been since we met, since the movie, the fat cow of a noble and…the kiss.

You know for being as old as I am, you'd reckon that there'd be little left in the world to surprise me.

But that kiss Richard gave me after walking me back to the hotel, the surprising amount of affection, not love, but affection that came with it.

Well it did surprise me…immensely.

I suppose getting all worked up over one little kiss would be considered silly, and in my case quite foolish.

I'm the Queen of the changeling race. The future of my kind rests with me…and the choice of male I pick to impregnate me.

I'd chosen Richard because he was the most fertile male I could sense. Every male, no matter their species, can get me knocked up. I even remember hearing about a past Queen getting so desperate that she ended up fucking a manticore…as a manticore.

I am not that desperate.

But the matter remains that my race's future rests with me.

So why am I being so selfish about it?

…Let me explain.

The day after the movie and the…kiss, Richard and I met up once more.

I was originally all set for him kissing me again, which would inevitably lead to me seducing and fucking him senseless.

I'd planned ahead, now that I knew that killing him was out of the question.

Now instead of killing him in the case that I climaxed, I would instead accidently swing a magically empowered hoof at him beforehand and knock him out, before continuing until he came inside me.

He would then wake up a little later on, I would apologise and say that I got caught up in the moment, we would hopefully laugh it off and I would make it up to him by giving him a hoofjob or something similar.

You know, since he would think that he never got to finish.

I would get an extra snack out of it too, so win, win.

This was not to be however.

Once I arrived at his place and we both sat down, he proceeded to apologise for the kiss, saying that it came off as more than he intended it too because he was still angry at Twilight and her lies.

And so he kissed me to try and get over it, not because he'd noticed that I'd been flirting with him from day one.

So yeah…it meant nothing.

I shouldn't have been bothered by it, I really shouldn't have.

I've been deceiving individuals with similar excuses almost all my life, so hearing it from another should have been easy to brush off and get over.

And I did get over it…for a while at least.

The plan was to simply redouble my efforts and seduce him into bed, but with him being as unpredictable as he was, he unknowingly fucked up this plan by asking if he could make it up to me by buying me something.

At first I declined. I'm a changeling after all and changelings have little need for pretty trinkets or sentimental objects.

However when we went out so he could buy me an "apology dinner", I just so happened to see this completely uninteresting and horrible necklace in the local jewellery store.

The shiny green emerald that linked the silver chain together was absolutely disgusting…and I didn't want it, I absolutely didn't want it!

So when he caught where my gaze was locked and stupidly bought the foolish trinket…I took it from him with the highest amount of reluctance.

You're not buying this are you?

Okay fine, I wanted the necklace!

It was very shiny…and pretty, and a mare sometimes needs pretty things.

In any case I am a Queen! And a Queen always looks her best, which the absolutely gorgeous gift just so happened to help with.

Hey it's not like he didn't get anything either…I gave him a thankful smooch on the cheek.

From a Queen!

So he has nothing to complain about, even if he doesn't have any idea who I really am.

We still got that dinner by the way, I didn't really need it as pony food does little for the changeling stomach…but it felt nice to go out and do something normal for a change.

I was still flirting my irrefutably sexy tush off mind you.

Not that he ever seemed to grasp this, but oh well, points for trying.

He walked me back to the hotel again afterwards, but no kiss happened this time.

And no, I was not disappointed by this.

Honest.

The next day I decided to do my usual every two day routine of grabbing a snack and sucking it dry, feeding myself, leaving the lucky bastard asleep and then going on my way to the tavern.

What luck it was that I met Richard inside, eating brunch, which was a mix of pony and griffon cuisine.

I think he called it something "similar to an English breakfast", whatever that is.

This had fortunately made everypony keep a large distance between them and him, which allowed me to easily sit opposite him and order myself some pointless hay fries so I wouldn't look awkward.

Richard was attacking his meal with gusto, which was actually kind of funny to observe, if somewhat unnerving to the others watching him.

Not me though, I found it funny and a little bit cute.

Which was strange because I'd never thought of the word "cute" since that Parasprite incident two decades back.

Needless to say, they weren't so cute when they started eating my children.

But seeing Richards cheeks puffed up like a squirrels was…rather adorable.

He seemed very happy to see me when I showed up, my feelers picking up a large amount of delight upon seeing me was proof of that.

Although some of it might just have been because of how tasty his food was, I'm not entirely sure to be honest.

We didn't do much that day, just eat some brunch, walked around Canterlot discussing various topics, talked about some Ice skating ring that was being constructed for Hearths Warming's Eve and basically had a normal day.

I was still flirting so it counted as normal for me.

But in any case I found something…strange by the end of that day, lying down in my bed, pondering what I could possibly do to try and sway Richard into his own bed the next day.

For…I had actually rather enjoyed the day, unproductive although it was.

And when I tried to figure out why…the answer was actually quite easy to grasp.

I'd enjoyed it because of Richard and his company.

It was a harsh truth, but in the midst of trying to find a suitable male and all that had happened in-between...I'd never actually really focused on myself.

On how lonely I was, how desperate I was for someone to talk to as myself, not some false identity.

And ever since the movie…that was all I really was with Richard.

I couldn't be completely honest about my real life, but as for acting like myself…yeah, that I could do. In fact it would be idiotic to act as anything else, seeing that Richard had now come to expect my dry and relatively sarcastic attitude.

And as the days turned into weeks and then into months…I couldn't deny just how grateful I was with him because of it.

I'd never stopped flirting with him, although he still failed to pick up any of it. But my original goal to flirt, fuck, get knocked up, knock him out and run…was…not abandoned, but it really wasn't what I focused on anymore.

I never really focused on anything like that as of late. Richard's emotions had become so positive in my presence that going out to get a snack was no longer necessary.

And since I wasn't actively absorbing it, seeing as it was so thick in the air, Richard had no fear of going into a coma.

I'm not going to lie, I found it disturbing at first, frightening even.

But Richard always seemed to notice. And even if he didn't know why, he was still a good friend. He still offered me comfort whether with words or…an embrace.

I recalled recollecting about the addictive dangers that came with taking in too much love with deception.

I knew it was possible for me to become addicted to said emotion.

I never knew it was actually possible to become addicted to someone because of emotions similar to it, positive emotions.

And I was…It had become routine to feel the friendly affection that poured from him every time we went out somewhere…Or just stayed at his home, talking, listening to some story tapes on a brand new device called a Radio and...just relaxing together.

I was becoming addicted to his constant stream of emotions, to him, to his...everything.

My goal was becoming blurred...and I had no idea what to do.

The sensation of fear was something I knew well...but as of late it had become very constant. What type of Queen was I to shrug off my duty to save my race...in favour of having a friend instead?

Ahh! I didn't know what to do!

It was eating me up on the inside and took every ounce of acting skill I possessed to keep it from Richard.

Or Richie, as I soon found myself calling him.

He liked that, I could feel it, I could always feel it and it felt…Mhmm.

I found myself craving it, more and more, I wanted it, needed it!

I already knew I was hooked and yet…I felt…a need, a need for him to feel the same way.

To me, because of me, to be focused on me completely.

It was foolish and immature, but I wanted his entire attention to be on me, just like mine was always on him.

I hated it when he looked at other mares, even if I could sense little to no lust from it.

Some came to talk to him when we were out, I hated them more. The friendliness that poured from them was deceptive, I knew it was!

And Richie would be caught in its trap…unless I did something about it.

I didn't use any magic on him; I couldn't risk him showing any lingering traces whenever he went to Celestia.

But thankfully I didn't need to…not on him. Those mares however…yes, it was fine with them.

A simple nudge, just a mere reminder and they would bring up Twilight Sparkle in the middle of the conversation.

Richie's irritation would skyrocket whenever this happened, the conversation was ended quickly and he would always tend to share his annoyance towards this with me.

I sympathized of course…and received much affection because of it, making me ever so more addicted to his taste.

Oh yes, I could taste it now. His emotions were…sweet and tangy…Mhmm.

I always wanted more, yet I never made myself absorb them on purpose, I never needed too.

The air was constantly coated with them…the air feed me, kept me warm, happy…he made me feel all of this.

And like I said…I wanted so badly for him to feel the same.

Perhaps that's when I realized it.

For it was so simple.

A changeling COULD love, really love.

I wondered quite a bit if this was what I felt, if my addiction to him, to his everything caused me to feel so strongly for him.

Yet I had no experience…So I did what I could and went with the flow.

Eventually however…my patience paid off.

It had just entered November. The air was crisp, chilly and very…well, wintery.

Richie and I hadn't met up at all the previous day, what with him having to go to Celestia a little earlier than expected, as well as staying overnight much to his chagrin.

Needless to say, I was shaking just a little and it wasn't because of the cold.

Thankfully though, we'd already arranged to go ice skating on the brand new rink that had finally been constructed.

And so it neared eight in the evening, the appointed time for our little…date.

I was…excited, greatly excited. All thoughts of foolishness and immaturity were forgotten.

"Okay Chrissy, this is your first REAL date, so you can't mess this up," I instructed firmly. "You meet up with Richie; have a nice little feast on his emotions…and maybe a cuddle or two. Oh! And make sure to keep any and all mares away from him. You can't have his attention wavering after all…and I really want him to look at me."

I gave my reflection another once over and grinned at the adorably sexy outfit I had on.

It wasn't much, but the cute black beanie hat combined with some magically insulated black socks and a red woolly coat…Damn I looked fine.

I looked even better when I transformed into my now quite usual form.

And so with a saucy wink at my reflection, I made my way out of the hotel and over to the ice rink where Richie and I agreed to meet up.

I felt him before I noticed his gaze upon me.

The sheer amount of…affection, warmth, happiness and even a trickle of...something more.

"Mhmm…I'd nearly forgotten how much I love this…love him and everything…everything…Mhmm."

He was wearing a warm looking cardigan with a snowflake stitched onto the front, his usual pair of blue jeans, black boots and a cute green beanie hat of his own.

He looked quite huggable and his emotions…were so filling.

In fact I was already full by the time I was close enough for a hug.

And a hug I received as he bent down slightly, trying not to touch the icy cold ground, and wrapped his strong arms around me.

I couldn't stop myself from eagerly forcing my muzzle into his neck, nuzzling against it, drawing out even more of that wonderful sensation. I wrapped my hooves around his shoulders and breathed in his scent.

"You smell nice," I complimented flirtatiously.

"So do you," he chuckled cheerfully. "Is that…cinnamon?"

I reluctantly pulled away from him and grinned, nodding in confirmation whilst trying my best not to blush at his playful smirk.

A Queen does not blush after all!

…But I didn't want to be a Queen, not then, not with him.

I just wanted to be Chrissy, his best friend, the only mare he trusted implicitly with all his troubles.

I always helped him with them as best I could…and if I couldn't then I was always a shoulder for him to lean on.

I noticed the ice skates being given out at a little booth behind him and nodding in that direction. He quirked an eyebrow and turned around, only to realize what I was nodding at and grinning sheepishly.

"Um…I'm just gonna warn you here and now, I'm not very good at ice skating," he admitted embarrassingly.

I smirked at his confession and held my muzzle as I high as I could, trying my utmost to appear snobbish and uppity.

"Well I just so happen to be the best ice skater in existence," I boasted gleefully, before smiling and shaking my head as I gazed at him shyly. "Just kidding, I'm actually pretty terrible myself."

He grinned at this and patted my head consolingly.

"We'll just fall over together then," he quipped humorously.

Ahh how I laughed at those words…only to realize just how true they were once we got on the rink.

"Let go of the side Chrissy," he laughed mirthfully.

"No, you let go of the side first!" I countered nervously.

"No you,"

"You!"

"You!"

"Okay, we both let go on the count of three," he offered, to which I nodded hesitantly.

"One," he began.

"Two," I continued for him.

"Three!" We shouted together, letting go of the rail and pushing off, both grinning like idiots as we somehow retained our balance.

"See that wasn't so-"

And then promptly began to swing our limbs around in some mad attempt to balance ourselves, only to fail at this dramatically and headbut the other.

I think I punched him somewhere too.

Though how I didn't jab his eyes out with my horn I will never know.

Needless to say, he ended up slipping and falling onto me, forcing me to unfortunately take the fall with him and land sprawled out on my back.

"Owww, Richie what the heck!" I moaned, a nasty throbbing pulsating momentarily where his head met mine.

"This wasn't my fault!" he retorted disbelievingly. "You punched me in the face!"

"I did not punch you in the face," I disagreed crossly. "Your head decided it was funny to high hoof my own!"

You know…

It was funny…how our eyes seemed to open at the exact same time.

And how I only just noticed how our positioning looked, with him leaning over me, his crotch area touching my barely clothed one.

I felt my cheeks heat up rapidly upon this revelation, just as I saw his own doing the same

Ohh…the emotion that I felt then.

Affection, tenderness, slight embarrassment and…the briefest lick of love.

Not friendly love, not familial love…but true love.

And then it was gone, gone as he began to carefully slide himself and I towards the side, me on my thankfully clothed back and he on his knees.

I barely paid attention.

"He…loves me?" My mind echoed in disbelief. "It was so brief, maybe he doesn't even realize it. But I do…he…he might…he might love me."

"You okay Chrissy?"

I snapped out of my daze and smiled…quite happily up at his rather concerned face.

"Aww, there's no need to be worried Richie. Now that I know how you REALLY feel...soon…soon I will show you everything I know, everything I can possibly give you."

The thoughts going through my mind were…not what I was used to. As of late they had been getting steadily more foolish and silly, especially for a changeling.

But with every ounce of affection, tenderness and sheer friendliness I fed on, the less I seemed to care.

So that thought, that plan in particular…was the most exciting, intelligent and foolproof scheme I had thought of yet.

"I feel wonderful Richie," I purred sultrily, not caring whether or not if went over his head as per usual. "Ohh, I've never felt better in all my life."

He cocked an eyebrow at this as even more concern radiated from him and into my stomach.

"Right," he drawled unsurely. "Well let's get out of the rink and go to my place okay."

I merely smiled seductively at his words, pressing my entire body against his as a familiar need to get close filled my every thought.

And even as I did so, he still managed to get the both of us out of the rink, removing both our skates before putting his shoes back on.

And then…

Then he lifted me up and held me even closer, mumbling under his breath about "Taking a knock to her head". I merely snuggled my muzzle into his neck and sighed happily, even more emotion and comfort filling my needs.

Ohh, there it was again.

He was looking at me, I could tell…and the lick of love from before…it teased my feelers briefly.

Just like before…and I savoured it devotedly.

"Mhmm…love you," I mumbled quietly.

"Did you say something?"

I forced myself to snap out of my stupor and look up at Richie, using all my acting skill to lie through my teeth.

"I said thank you. I think I might have hurt my head a little."

His eyes softened before he squeezed me affectionately, obviously trying to rid me of my worries.

"Don't worry about it," he soothed gently. "I have some peas in the freezer and a couple of blankets. You can stay at mine tonight."

I…felt so happy.

I was inside his home not twenty minutes later. He hadn't even shown an ounce of strain carrying me the whole way.

And once we were safely inside and his shoes were off, he carried me into his bedroom and tucked me in, making sure that a few extra blankets were among his covers.

He left soon after, but quickly returned with a pack of frozen peas and a hot cup of hot chocolate.

Said peas were pressed against my forehead for around ten minutes, not a word leaving either of us until he eventually took them back and placed them on the floor.

"Thank you," I whispered jubilantly. "You don't need to look after me, I honestly don't feel too bad."

I was being honest too. My head wasn't pounding anymore…even though my mind was a plethora of intense emotion and clouded judgment.

"It's fine," he rebuked swiftly. "It was an accident and anyway I…I just want to make sure you're okay."

I smiled at the true, honest concern he radiated.

For me, the real me. I'd always been the real me, ever since that movie. Even if I didn't look like myself, it was always my real personality.

And so the emotion I received was always just that little sweeter.

"I'll stay," I promised coyly. "But only if you stay with me."

He seemed very surprised by my request. My feelers were picking most of it up, as well as some hesitation and slight…excitement?

"I…are you sure?" he asked uncertainly.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I admitted breathily, lidding my eyes at him tenderly. "Stay with me tonight…please."

A Queen honestly pleading for something was…wrong.

So why did it feel so right?

He hesitated once more…but smiled and nodded, taking off his cardigan and top as he walked around to the other side of the bed.

My gaze never left him.

He lifted up the high number of blankets and covers, before slowly climbing in and eventually settling down next to me, his expression caught between nervousness and delight.

I shimmied my way to him, resting my head on his shoulder, my eyes half closed as they gazed into his own.

He smiled at me and…touched my cheek tentatively.

"Night Chrissy," he said, his voice deep and husky.

He closed his eyes and buried his head into his pillow, anxiousness creeping its way into his emotions.

"Silly Richie, there's no need to be nervous, not with me."

I buried my face deeper into his shoulder and sighed happily.

For I was happy, happier than I could ever remember.

"Sleep well," I whispered joyfully. "My love."

Warning!

There will be an extreme amount of Twibashing in the next chapter.

Hardcore Twilight fans are hereby notified that the author has no fucks to give at the part of that particular chapter.

Let me say it again. The author does not give a fuck. If any Twilight Sparkle fanboys/girls simply cannot stand a chapter really hating on Twilight Sparkle, then the obvious thing to do would be to move the mouse up and click that X button.

And if you haven't guessed by now- The author really, REALLY dislikes Twilight Sparkle.

Blame the first few fanfics he was unfortunate to read. They all had Twilight discovering a human, imprisoning him, questioning him, introducing him to a XenoCelestia who would promptly blast him into next week, then apologise to the all too accepting idiot, fucking him, sometimes killing and reviving him, then a rutting montage followed with her marrying him or some other bullshit.

…On with the story!

No Twibashing in this one Just some (hopefully) funny moments.

Begin!

"Richie, Richie, Richie, Richie…"

Mhmm…how wonderful the past two months have been.

It's been nearly seven months since Richie and I met…in that tavern filled with lust and broken promises.

Two since we both slept together, him holding me close, my head comfortably nestled on his chest…breathing in his scent.

"I love him, I love him, I love him…"

My thoughts, feelings…everything.

It's all meshed nicely together.

Is this how love feels? To want someone so badly, that you would give anything to them, do anything for them.

It might have been a simple crush at one point…a Queen, ruthless to her enemies yet motherly to her subjects.

Her children…her babies, a loving Queen.

No, no it's no crush anymore, if it were ever one to begin with.

I want him!

I want him to want me!

I want him to need me!

I want him to crave me, as I crave him…every second of every minute of every hour of every day.

Tis amazing how I am able to think so clearly next to him. To still be myself, not a drooling fanmare with an insatiable love.

Even if that is exactly what I am.

But…no, my thoughts though muddled and sometimes…difficult to push down, are clear.

I know what I want.

I know how to get it.

And as of recently…I know he wants it too.

Ohh…the love he once held, a tiny flame, now a blazing inferno of passion and held back desire.

If only he would give in and embrace me.

But first…he must know what I really am.

I have to know, I have to!

Will he still love me…once he sees the hideous freak beneath the beautiful mirage?

I don't know…but maybe he will. Maybe he'll be able to look past my appearance and see the lonely mare underneath.

The lonely mare that would give everything to him, if only he asked.

There's been some…rather unusual thoughts running about my head nowadays.

For I have come upon one realization.

I want to mate with him.

I know what most would have thought upon this statement. For haven't I always wanted to mate with him, all with the sole purpose of creating a family once again?

Yes, yes I have.

And I still want to…but not in the same context.

I want to mate with him, make love with him, have HIS children and have him…raise them alongside me.

This thought, this urge has plagued me day after day, week after week, month after month.

There are times when I…when I can barely stop myself from biting him, from injecting my blood, my toxin, the toxin that would subtly rewrite his DNA…and make him like me.

Not exactly like me, he is too far from a quadrupled to make him a complete changeling.

But still…he would look beautiful by the time my blood infected…no not infected, cleansed, purified…made his, made him so much better.

Not that he isn't now, for all that he is now is so…wonderful.

But to be a King, my King, he would have to undergo the transformation.

Yet for now…I am content. For I will never force this on him.

No, he must first accept me, my true form, without…without hating me, for my hideousness, my ugliness.

I want to make him my King, but he must love me for me, not for the pretty image he sees every day.

Not that he actually ever gives more than a smidge of attraction when he looks upon me…something that worries me as well as…excites me somehow.

For if he does not find ponies attractive…maybe he prefers something more exotic.

Like a zebra, or griffon.

Or a changeling.

It's a dream…but it's a good dream.

A hopeful dream.

I was walking with him, the both of us chatting away, uncaring of the world around us as we became enraptured in our conversation.

"…he wouldn't move outta the way," Richie explained, humour laced in his tone. "So John just walked up to the arrogant fuck and nutted him."

I laughed boisterously, attracting unamused glares from several ponies around us.

Not that I gave a damn mind you.

"I take it he got out of the way by then?" I chuckled humorously.

"You could say that," he snickered, a sly smirk adoring his…attractive features.

He gave me a teasing wink, which I promptly responded to by nudging his thigh with my flank playfully. This attracted even more glares and disgusted looks from many others, but like I said, I had no fucks to give.

All I cared about was the human walking alongside me and the potential he held for my kind.

Not just for getting me pregnant, but also…being the King, the father they needed.

For our love, if it still held true…would feed our babies indefinitely.

And even if weren't enough, it's easier to plan on a full stomach. Even if I've never really cared for conquest, it's always good to have a backup plan.

Richie…has the right mindset for the responsibility. I would teach him how obviously, but I truly believe that he could in time, take up the mantle of ruling…and rule alongside me.

We arrived in a rather small restaurant, thus quickly gaining the attention of everypony inside it. I could feel a mixture of emotions flaring from all of them.

Uncertainty, slight fear, disgust, apathy and…nervousness.

All directed at my Richie, simply for being different.

It's one of the traits I've simply never been able to like about ponykind. They hate different, they really do. It's why they've rarely advanced in anything technological.

I mean, Richie's told me of the technology his kind have invented back on his world. It puts everything any other species have made here to shame.

And when he…if he chooses to accept the true me and become my mate, we will use everything he knew to try and advance the changeling race. For even if he knew not how to make it, he would still come up the basic design.

Contrary to what most believe, my babies aren't mindless at all. Every one of them has independence, though they are all linked to the hive mind. That does not mean I control them, I could, but I don't.

Free will is something I would never take away from them. It stops growth, it stagnates any kind of advancement.

And my children…some of them are marvellous inventers, scientists, thinkers and scholars. If my Richie showed them through the hive mind what he knew about human technology…they results could be beyond anything this world has ever seen.

We could make weapons, not to go to war, but to defend ourselves should our enemies come knocking.

We could make futuristic carriages, so as to help changelings that can no longer move as they used to.

Medical treatment could advance, saving my babies from what has already stolen so many.

My children have families too, for although they are born from me, incest is something a changeling cares little about. There are no horrible births that could result from it…for they could have children too.

Not as many as I could, but one, two, sometimes more.

When it comes down to it, a changeling isn't so different from any other species.

Maybe one day we'll be ready to show this.

We walked into the restaurant and sat down at a table in the far most corner. Richie was obviously getting irritated at the constant glares, as was visible from the sheer contempt on his face.

"Look at that freak."

"Why is that doll of a mare hanging out with that?"

"Bah, it's ruined my appetite."

"She must have pitied it."

As the rather loud whispering continued, Richie's emotions began to meld into one fiery ball of rage. His left eye was twitching in anger, his fingers drumming on the table so as to focus on anything else, lest he attack them.

I knew him well, I knew what he did to try and contain his temper…for it was tested almost every day.

"Those fucking ponies are upsetting my Richie!" I concluded angrily, my mind working like clockwork as I formed a rather devious plan. "Well, let's see how they like it when I do this."

"Ignore them Richie," I soothed, just loud enough for some to hear. "They're just jealous because they'll never have this ass."

I made a show of the obvious stares by slapping my tush playfully, bringing out various amounts of lust and envy from the numerous stallions…and a mare.

"And you do," I finished, making even more of a show of it by moving forward and licking his cheek flirtatiously.

Richie looked slightly stunned at the action, but rapidly got over it and grinned, deliberately lifting his upper lip marginally so as to show a rather sharp looking tooth.

"Well it is a fine ass," he complimented coyly, giving me a teasing wink as he reached out and stroked my face lovingly.

And although I'm sure he never intended for me to know…what I could feel in that moment…

Love, respect…it was near bursting at the seams and yet…he held it back.

Fear held it back, fear of rejection.

I could tell he thought that I was only acting.

"If only he knew the truth of what I said," I thought sadly. "I'm his, I'm all his. He need only ask."

"You're damn right it is," I purred sultrily, moving my muzzle slightly so as to kiss his the fingers that once touched my cheek. "And it's all yours."

A true, honest smile adorned his face. His eyes were shining with gratitude, admiration, affection and…oh…so much love.

"I love you Richie," I thought, willing the words to escape my lips. "I love you so much and I know…I know you're scared, but I forgive you…because I'm patient, and I love you, and I want you to love me back."

How I wished he could hear my thoughts. I wasn't frightened of rejection, heck I wanted to tell him how I had felt for so long.

But I wanted to reveal myself first…and know that he'd still feel that love for me.

If so then…then I am his and he…he would be mine.

A waitress trotted up to our table and smiled at the two of us happily. In fact I could sense absolutely no disgust or hatred from her whatsoever. She was a curvaceous butter yellow unicorn with a tied pink ponytail and what appeared to be a milkshake glass for a cutie mark.

"Welcome to Cloppers!" she exclaimed happily. "Where the service is so good that you need only clop, and we're there."

Richie and I merely stared at the waitress in a…somewhat dumbfounded way.

"My name is Smoothie and I'm your waitress for today, may I take your order?"

Once I'd gotten over the rather toothy grin the mare produced, I quickly glanced over the menu and ordered myself a hay bacon burger with some hay fries and an apple soda.

What? I don't drink cider all the time.

Richie ordered himself steak and potato salad, the steak obviously from the griffon side of the menu.

Yet still the waitress gave off no disgust. In fact all she did was chirp her thanks and bounce happily away into the kitchens.

"Hey Chrissy."

I snapped out of my slight daze and regarded him with a warm smile.

"Yes?" I asked curiously.

He stared down at his nervously twitching fingers for a few moments, before exhaling deeply and gazing up at me with a rather thankful expression.

"You've…been really good to me ever since we met," he said gratefully. "I know I've not had the best attitude and I'm sorry for that."

I made to cut him off and sharply reject that statement…but he quickly intervened, placing his right hand on my left hoof, bringing it and the other together…where he clasped both affectionately.

"But you've been there for me from the start," he continued warmly. "You've picked me up when I fell down, helped me with my problems without so much as batting an eye and…I don't really know how to show my appreciation properly. But if you want to you could…stay the night…at mine?"

I was floored, shocked, neigh I was…beyond anything.

Was he asking what I think he was?

He caught my eye for but a brief moment and quickly raised his hands in the air.

"I-I don't mean that," he stuttered, my expression obviously giving away what I thought he meant. "It's just…you really seemed to enjoy that night we spent together. And to be honest…I did too. But it's probably a stupid thought, you don't have to-"

I promptly shut him up with a hoof over his mouth, although my gaze was firmly planted on the table.

"Don't you dare blush Chrissy!" I ordered sternly. "We're not shy, we don't blush and we most certainly- Oh for fucks sake, we're blushing!"

I could feel the heat on my cheeks and quickly tried to cool it down.

Unfortunately Richie decided it would be a perfect time to kiss the hoof on his mouth, causing my cheeks to burn like a furnace as I squealed quietly and retracted it.

"I'd love to," I agreed shyly.

He grinned at this and expelled a large wave of affection, followed up with an even larger wave of relief.

"But only if you take your jeans off this time," I added smoothly, only to giggle at the red starting to colour his cheeks.

"S-Sure."

"Really? Wow…this is going to be…quite a lovely night."

Our gaze was locked onto each other. The emotions I felt and feasted upon were…so satisfying, so filling, so…wonderful.

I reached out to caress his cheek.

"And here's your order!"

I snapped out of my emotion filled daze and quickly brought my hoof back as the waitress suddenly appeared, carrying both our dishes in her magical grip.

She placed them down on our table before winking at the two of us and bouncing merrily away.

Richie and I looked at each other for a few moments…before grinning savagely as we both began to quite literally dig into our food.

Our faces were covered in it by the time we'd succeeded in freaking out most of the restaurant, mine in the juice from the hay burger and his from the potato salad.

You should have seen their faces when I nuzzled Richie's creamy cheek, not a care in the world as I got some over my muzzle.

"Hey some of us are trying to keep our appetite here!" some stallion shouted.

I giggled and turned to face him, noticing that he had a mare around his age leaning on him, her nose turned up in the air snootily.

I locked my gaze onto the stallion and licked around my muzzle slowly, enticingly, forcing myself not to chuckle at the sudden increase in arousal…as well as a…rather hard problem he was rapidly gaining.

"I'm so sorry," I drawled sultrily. "I would've thought that you'd like a mare with cream on her muzzle, my apologies sir."

My tone evidently didn't help his problem any, something I was quickly to point out, if only to gain the snooty mares attention.

"Although it seems I was correct," I pointed out, my eyes flickering onto his barely hidden arousal beneath his table. "You seem to have a bit of a problem sir. Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to point?"

The mare quickly snapped out of her snobby expression and glanced beneath the table, only to gasp and slap the stallion, before somehow running away whilst hyperventilating. The stallion called out her name and quickly stumbled after her, his erection swinging wildly as he did so.

Once the door closed and everypony's eyes were finally off of me, I turned back to a very amused Richie and smirked in silent agreement.

"Wait a second…is that…arousal?"

Richie was aroused from what I'd just done?

It made little sense, especially when pretty much every time I flirted with him it went right over his head.

But still…I had aroused him and that made me feel…seductive, in a way.

And as I managed to break down the reasoning behind his arousal, I soon came to the realization that it wasn't because of my appearance.

"My words then?" I contemplated silently. "My words…excited him?"

Confidence flooded my very core.

For even if he found my real form unattractive, I now knew I could still rely on my words to…excite him.

Before I could congratulate myself any further however, Richie quickly wiped his face with a napkin and stood up. I swiftly followed suit and cleaned my muzzle, giggling silently at what it'd managed to just do nonetheless.

"I'll pay today Richie," I offered kindly, giggling even more as I noticed his stained shirt. "You should probably head on home and have a shower or something."

He cocked an eyebrow but noticed where I was looking and gazed down at his somewhat greasy clothing. He then snapped his gaze back onto me and grinned sheepishly.

"Uh, yeah I suppose I should," he agreed in amusement, before suddenly digging into his coin purse and pulling out a random amount of bits, much to my displeasure. "I know, I know. Just take it please; you know I feel bad if I don't pay at least half."

I wasn't going to…but he can pull a pretty good pair of puppy dog eyes when he needs to.

"Damn you and your adorable tiny eyes!"

"Alright Richie," I agreed begrudgingly, ignoring the victorious grin he gave me soon after. "But if you pull that expression on me again, I will lick your face like an overexcited dog and call you master repeatedly."

He held up his hands in surrender almost immediately and began slowly backing his way out of the restaurant.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he grovelled, although I could sense the playfulness hidden in his emotions. "There's no need to do that again!"

I smirked at him and slowly began to let my tongue loll out of my mouth warningly.

He found his way outside rather quickly after that.

I laughed rather girlishly and paid Smoothie, as well as giving her a couple of bits for a tip.

It's not every day that you get a nice unicorn in the middle of Canterlot after all.

I was originally going to head straight on over to Richie's house, but as I could still feel the slight stickiness on my muzzle and face, I decided that a shower could do me a world of good.

So I changed my original direction and headed on back to the hotel…that I was pretty much living in full time.

It didn't take too long to get there, and the stares I received were mostly caught between whatever was left on my face and…well, whatever they were imagining from what was left on my face.

I made my way inside the hotel and waved at the receptionist in a friendly manner. She was a sweet little thing, barely old enough for the job in fact. But from what I'd managed to get from her, she was struggling to make enough money to pay for her child.

Her parents were rich, but refused to aid her unless she abandoned the foal and forgot she ever bore him. Something about him having the taint of common blood or something along those lines.

But she had rejected this…and earned my respect in the process.

"Her face when she received a bag of two thousand bits in the mail was…most satisfying."

Not that it was from me of course. I dislike ponies and would never do anything to help them.

Honest, I merely guessed the amount and got lucky with it.

"Hehe."

After taking my room key from her, I made my way up three flights of stairs until I reached the corridor with my room in it.

However upon reaching my door, I quickly sensed someone inside it and thus used my magic to open the door instead of my hooves.

The room was dark; I could barely see the pony inside it.

Not that I needed to. I could sense the suspicion and slight arrogance; it was heavy in the air.

The light quickly came on, revealing my intruder.

"Good evening Chrissy," she greeted politely. "I apologize for intruding, but I'm afraid that I could put this off no longer."

I didn't respond, choosing instead to merely glare at her as I searched my memory for a suitable spell.

"If you would please sit down," she continued respectfully. "I would like to talk to you about a certain individual."

I blinked at the request and cocked my head curiously, simultaneously using my magic to close and lock the door behind me.

Why couldn't today just go without interruption?

"Because then it'd obviously be no fun," I concluded dryly. "I could be getting on with what I'd planned to, but no of course not. Instead I have to entertain Richie's…Ex marefriend. Fucking wonderful."

To think, all I wanted was a fucking shower before I cuddled up with my future mate.

Instead I…oh fuck off, is that a bucking notebook?

"Someone out there really hates me."

Okay let's get back into the story shall we XD

Like I warned (Quite healthily) in the last chapter, this one is going to have quite a bit of Twibashing.

And by Twibashing, I mean…well, you'll see.

I'll try to keep Twilight in character as much as I can…but please forgive me if I sway a little overboard.

Begin!

It took all my acting experience to hold back the snarl that threatened to escape my muzzle.

"Do you mind explaining why you've chosen to break into my room?" I asked quietly, anger soft yet white hot in my tone.

Twilight blinked up at me and cocked an eyebrow in amusement.

"Because, as I've just explained, I needed to talk to you," she answered slowly, as if I were a foal.

"And you couldn't have done this without violating my privacy?" I growled angrily, although given through what her emotions were telling me, she didn't notice it.

"I needed to get you on your own," she explained dismissively. "You're always somewhere with Richard except for a little after seven in the evening."

Now it was my turn to blink.

"Has she been stalking me?" I thought incredulously. "Impossible, I would've sensed her. The arrogance she gives off makes it impossible not to!"

"You've been following us around?" I asked suspiciously.

"Of course I have," she confirmed idly. "How else was I supposed to learn how you two operate in an average day?"

I had no idea how to respond to that. She freely admitted to stalking my lovely Richie and I, and yet had done so without a care in the world. How she did it without my noticing was…interesting. The sheer amount of magical shielding she used must have been astronomical.

"Anyway enough of that," she dismissed suddenly, a notebook floating just below her muzzle. "I need to ask you some questions, and I think it'd be in your best interest to answer them truthfully."

"Oh? And why should I do that?" I scoffed mockingly.

To my dismay however, the unicorn merely smirked and levitated a small scroll from the small bag by her side.

"I believe this will persuade you," she chuckled mirthfully, passing me the note.

I cocked an eyebrow skeptically but took it from her and read it carefully.

My Dear Subject

If this note has been shown to you, then it means that you've evidently given a lack of care towards my student and the questions she's yet to ask.

If this is the case, then please allow me to explain why this is against not only your best interests, but also the interests of our race.

You may already know of this from the young human, but our race…is dying out. The male population has dwindled within the last few centuries, as has their ability to create any successful offspring. However there is a light in the darkness.

Richard, as you will most certainly know by now, has the ability to help save our race. You have been classed as his closest friend and by this, confidant. All we wish to know is everything you know about him.

His life, his childhood, his troubles. Anything you know and can tell us.

Why you may ask. Well, it is because we do not only wish him to save our race, but also be happy in doing so.

From what little interaction my sister and I have had with him, it has become increasingly obvious that he despises us for trapping him here against his wishes. This is understandable of course, but we truly wish for him to be comfortable with us, for we do this with no malice or ill intent.

We are merely trying to keep our race alive.

If you were to help us do this, we would gift you a favour. This could be from bits to a powerful position, as well as more base pleasures, not including ourselves of course.

If you were to still decide against this however, we will not be responsible for whatever turn your personal life may suddenly take. From what we have learned, there is only one hotel in all of Canterlot in which you stay. Possibly because it is the closest to young Richard.

Please also be aware that Richard's house as well as his permit are well within our control to do with as we please.

We beg of you though, this does not need to be.

Help us, convince him that saving a race is a noble thing, and convince him that I am not some heartless demon. Inform me of whatever you can concerning his life, and be rewarded.

Richard will never know, you have my word as co ruler of Equestria.

Kind Regards.

Princess Celestia.

I re-read the letter several times just to make sure that I was reading it correctly.

"So the prissy princess steps up her game eh?" I pondered. "She's far more intelligent than I ever gave her credit for. Yet she's still blind to one little thing, and it's going to cost her."

I dropped the letter and closed my eyes, scrunching my muzzle and thus giving the impression of intense thought.

For I had a plan…a good plan, hopefully. But it would require three things in order to work.

Twilights complete belief in what I was about to say would be the first.

Revealing myself to Richie would be the second…and through this would lead to the third and final part of my plan.

With the plan thoroughly set in my mind, I opened my eyes and glared at the unicorn opposite me.

She had the most ire inducing smirk I'd ever seen.

"Are you ready to answer some questions now?" she asked, a rather noticeable amount of smugness in her tone.

"No."

She blinked in shock at my simple refusal, her mouth hanging open just a bit.

"What did you say?"

"No," I repeated, much to my hidden joy as her expression twisted into a sort of frantic disbelief.

"B-But you have to!" she cried hysterically. "Princess Celestia is your ruler, she asked you to help her and so you must!"

"This mare is clearly not able to handle anyone going against her precious princess," I noted mentally.

I'd guessed as much already, but her hysteria now confirmed it for me personally.

"I don't particularly care if she's the Queen of Equis, I'm not doing anything that bitch asks."

At this…she kind of went into a meltdown.

"How dare you!" she yelled angrily. "The princess is not a bitch! She is our most beloved ruler and has protected us all her life! You are her subject and as such must do as she commands!"

"Whoa…"

Twilight was breathing quite heavily at this point, her cheeks red and eyes wide with something close to insanity.

"Are you done child?" I asked quietly, picking up a sudden amount of nervousness from the purple unicorn.

"I-I am not a child," she rebuffed.

"No?" I chirped blandly, slowly rising to my forms fullest height, which to be honest sort of towered over the pathetic lap dog. "You break and enter into my only home, expect me to give you what you want and then demand it when I don't."

"I-I-I."

"Well then, let me comply with this and tell you exactly what Richard thinks…about you."

At this, her eyes seemed to shine with held back curiosity.

And yet I could feel the budding amount of obsession within her emotions.

Obsession towards MY Richie, mine, not hers!

"Do you want to really know what Richard thinks about you?" I asked teasingly, smirking at the sudden spike of desperation.

"Y-Yes please," she stammered nervously. "It would help the princess if I knew what he thought of me."

"That has got to be the most pathetic lie I've ever heard."

"Well…if you really want to know," I began, leaning down so that my face was just above her own. "Richard…despises you."

Her eyes widened in surprise, shock and a certain mix of anger and sadness pulsating around her.

"Wha-"

"He thinks that you're nothing more than an apathetic little lap dog whose only purpose in life is to run around for her mistress."

I stopped for a few moments so as to take in the glorious amount of emotions flowing around her.

"The fact that you chose to lie and mess with his feelings only made him hate you more," I continued conversationally. "Oh and asking to experiment on him, not a clever idea."

"He…hates me?" she whimpered quietly. "I-I never meant to-"

"Oh course he hates you," I laughed maliciously. "You dogged him for weeks and asked him if he'd be up for experimentation every time."

The tearful unicorn dropped her notebook, her head soon following as she gazed at the ground sadly.

Not that it stayed that way mind you.

I swiftly grasped her muzzle and forcibly raised it, so that her eyes were locked onto mine.

She yelped in pain but was quickly silenced when I squeezed my hoof tightly.

"Two things are going to happen now," I whispered dangerously. "The first is a confession; the second is something you should really do as quickly as you can."

I let go of her muzzle roughly and stepped back a few paces, though my eyes were still locked onto hers.

"I love Richard," I stated, much to the sudden shock of the unicorn. "I love him so much and will do anything for him. So when our precious princess asks me to betray him…it bothers me…a lot."

"You…love him?"

Mhmm…her jealously was delicious.

"Yes," I breathed happily, absentmindedly staring off into space. "I do love him…so much."

I quickly snapped back to reality and narrowed my eyes at the quietly seething mare.

"I will never betray him to anyone, let alone that bitch. So run back to your mistress you pathetic little filly. Run…and make sure to tell Celestia that the next time she tries to blackmail me, she should really make sure she knows how to do it."

"B-But you know what'll happen if you do!" she exclaimed frantically. "You lose everything!"

"No I won't," I laughed loudly. "If Celestia truly went along with her threat then she'd not only deprive Richard's only friend of a home, but also alienate him further from her little project. Heck if she did anything to either of us, do you really believe that he'd still do anything for her?"

Twilight opened and closed her mouth several times, but from what I could sense, managed to eventually understand the obvious flaw in her mentor's blackmail.

"Like I said," I finished mockingly. "Make sure that she actually knows how to threaten me before she tries again."

I pointed to towards the door and glared at her dangerously, my intent pretty obvious as she made to move past me.

"And Twilight."

She stopped walking and looked up at me warily, her eyes wet and lips trembling.

"Ohhh, her mentor is not going to be happy when she gets back."

"What?" she asked cautiously.

"When you do go to Celestia and tell her my…choice," I began quietly. "Perhaps you could ask her to be more honest with what she wants, instead of carefully trying to word it into a…innocent request."

The unicorn raised an eyebrow in confusion, but I cut across her before she could revert to twenty questions.

"The letter is screaming it at me," I explained mirthfully. "She wants him to be comfortable with her, yet why does she wish to know about his childhood and past troubles? If she truly wanted him to be comfortable with her, then she would ask for what he liked now, not in the past."

Before she could possibly pull out that fucking notebook again, I opened the door magically and pretty much threw her out, before slamming it behind her and re-locking it.

"And that's phase one complete!" I thought cheerfully.

With a bit of luck it would all go to plan now. Twilight should have been absolutely convinced with my refusal, and thus would immediately go and tattle on me to Celestia.

Thus leading up to the next part of my plan.

"But before that comes to pass, I think I could use a shower."

And so I did.

After changing back into my true self and having a pretty lengthy wash, I swiftly made my way out of the shower, slipped over, cursed in four different languages, dried myself and changed back.

"You have the grace of a cow sometimes Chrysalis," I mocked silently.

After making doubly sure that I looked nothing less than perfect, I quickly left my room, locked it behind me and trotted out of the hotel, making sure to give a friendly wave to the receptionist on my way out.

The distance to Richie's house was a mere ten minutes at a slow pace. I used this time to both recollect on his undeniable love not a little over an hour ago, as well as magically scan the area for any of Celestia's possible spies.

The magic I used was complicated, yet efficient and neigh undetectable.

T'was through this that I swiftly discovered a pegasus silently following me not a few metres above where I was walking.

"She's really stepping up her game now," I thought, annoyance bubbling up with other...various emotions. "I could kill the pegasus, but it'd be a foolish move. I'm not yet ready to leave this place…not without Richie. But how to get rid of the pony?"

I had no doubt that the pegasus could be potentially trained in various arts, such as eavesdropping and stealth. Fortunately however…Celestia's letter had just given me another excuse to flirt a little more with her patience.

For if she knew I had refused, then why should I not input a soundproofing spell or two?

You know, in the case that I suspected more of Twilight's stalking and spying.

T'was a simple spell. A foal could learn it given the right amount of time.

I arrived at Richie's house a few minutes later and knocked on the door. I was instantly greeted with the sound of my lovely human falling from his couch, as he usually did whenever he took a short nap.

It's been quite a bit of time; I know a few of his…traits, so to speak.

The door opened a few moments later, revealing a rather flustered, half naked Richie for my eyes to feast upon.

And that grin…Mhmm.

"You came sooner than I imagined you would," he chuckled happily, delight and a few licks of love flowing around him.

I always smiled at the love he held…I couldn't help it.

It was always aimed at me after all.

And the taste…Mhmm, delicious.

"Aww, did I wake the lickle foal up?" I drawled teasingly, prompting him into rolling his eyes in mock irritation.

"Yeah you bloody did," he bit mirthfully. "Maybe you should get me some warm milk, oh and a dummy too."

I couldn't help the giggle that flew from my muzzle, but seeing as how it caused him to laugh along with me…I couldn't bring myself to care.

Without waiting for any approval, I quickly trotted past the amused human, making sure to nudge his hip with my flank as I did so.

Then once the door was closed and we were both inside his living room…I swiftly lit up my horn and cast a very powerful and sadly noticeable soundproofing spell.

The results were clear enough. It stopped others from listening in with either their ears or magic, or both combined. It also planted a nice little trap for anyone foolish enough to try and remove it, simultaneously giving the user time to escape.

Richard merely cocked a curious eyebrow at my little display.

"So…do you mind telling me what that was all about?" he asked dryly.

I grinned sheepishly and sat down on one of his sofas, Richard soon following as he sat down beside me.

His skin felt so soft…and warm.

"It's just to make sure that we aren't…overheard," I answered honestly.

Before he could possibly cock that eyebrow any higher, I quickly levitated Celestia's letter out of my mane and passed it over to him.

He took it gingerly and regarded me with a sort of bemused frown, before turning his attention to the letter.

Mhmm…the anger, the irritation…the aggravation.

Delicious.

"She…she actually tried to blackmail you with this?" he asked bewilderedly, turning his attention back onto me, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yep, although it's not a very good one," I said sarcastically.

"Damn right it's not," he agreed amusedly. "If she ever did anything to you, let alone me, then I'd never comply with her little project ever again."

He looked back at the letter and read it once more, confusion filling my feelers to the brim.

"Why does she want to know about my childhood?" he asked, a puzzled expression adorning that gorgeous face.

"I don't have a clue," I answered truthfully. "Has she…how does she act around you?"

He put the letter down on his coffee table before gazing at me contemplatively.

"Well…now that you bring it up, she's actually a little bit funny around me," he said thoughtfully.

Now that grabbed my attention.

"Funny in what way?" I asked innocently.

"Well she's sometimes a little bit…personal with her questions," he began slowly. "I mean when she and Luna all but begged me to stay and save your race, she was very…adamant about it. More so than her sister actually."

He broke from his explanation and pursed his lips in thought. I could feel a very unusual amount of nostalgia emanating from him all of a sudden.

But it went away as quickly as it came, exactly as Richie seemed to snap out of his thoughts.

"And apart from a few times when she tried to hug me, unsuccessfully mind you, she's pretty much been…normal I suppose."

"She tried to hug him, wants to know everything there is to know about him, and may have wanted him to stay for more than just the obvious reason…Holy shit, does she like him?!"

I could feel a very large and very angry jealous monster growling within me.

"She trapped him in an ultimatum not just to keep him for her project, but to also keep him close at hoof. Oh it's all starting to make sense now."

I had no idea what could have possibly made Celestia like Richie as she now obviously did.

She blackmailed him, set Sparkle on a quest to follow the two of us everywhere, trapped him in Equestria against his will and unknown to Richie, had sent her beloved ponies to spy on him.

Celestia liked Richie, there was nothing else I could think of that it could possibly be.

It was far too complicated to simply make him into her friend…no, no it was simple. Celestia for whatever reason I had yet to comprehend, had a crush on my sweet little human.

"But she will NEVER HAVE HIM!"

"Well growing up was an absolute mess anyway," Richie said with finality. "It's better off if no one knows."

Okay now I was curious…in fact I don't think that my baby had ever told me about his past.

"How bad was it?" I inquired innocently.

"You really don't wanna know," he sighed dismissively.

To my surprise…I could feel a wave of pain, regret and sorrow begin to flow all around him.

Such emotions were rare in pony populated areas, which was actually a rather nice thing considering how depressive a changeling could become upon feeling them.

Even then I could feel myself becoming slightly upset.

And yet…it was genuine…and it surprised me.

I wasn't upset from his emotions per say, but rather from the fact that he was feeling them.

"Tell me," I pleaded softly.

He looked down at me as I crawled my way onto him, resting my head against his warm chest, my hooves splayed over his legs comfortably.

"It's not a pretty tale," he warned tiredly. "I know I've never shown much of a reason for you to believe so, but I wasn't the most innocent of humans back on Earth."

"I can take it," I confided confidently, although I have to admit that I was slightly anxious.

Richie sighed and rubbed his face wearily, but I could feel the acceptance, I knew he was going to tell me.

Because along with acceptance was trust…he trusted me implicitly.

"My mom abandoned me when I was thirteen," he began sadly. "There was no warning, she just took off one night and never came back."

I nuzzled his chest soothingly as I heard this, feeling immensely sorry for my only friend. He smiled a sad smile and stroked my face lovingly.

I'm not sure if he even realized it.

"I had a little sister called Emily," he continued. "She was seven when mom went and I was too young to look after her, so we were put in an orphanage. It wasn't too bad, unless you added in the barely liveable rooms and perverted janitor."

I could feel a rather large spike of fury suddenly flow around him, but he continued talking before I could offer any words of comfort.

"We both went to the same school you know. Emily followed me around everywhere, like a lost puppy."

He chuckled and shook his head slowly, a wave of misery building ever so slightly.

"I didn't blame her though, in fact I was happy because she got picked on a lot whenever I wasn't there. And when I was there…well, they didn't pick on her very much after I was through with them."

"His childhood sounds so…tough, like a changeling's in some respect."

"I had to grow up quickly, I had no choice really," he continued seriously. "I was always looking after Emily, making sure she finished her homework, had something to eat…even some of my own food if she had less."

I couldn't help but admire how protective he sounded with his sister. He sounded more like a father than an actual brother…but I suppose that's what he became when he was forced to grow up swiftly.

"Then of course that fucking doctor came out of nowhere," he snarled angrily. "He had some DNA results that proved that I wasn't related to Emily, that she wasn't my blood or real sister."

And just as the anger came…it disappeared, only to be replaced with such…sadness.

"I didn't care and neither did Emily," he explained tiredly. "But someone wanted to adopt her and…and I had little say in the matter."

Tears began to creep into the corners of his eyes. I lifted my muzzle and kissed them away, not really caring how it might have looked.

He felt grateful though...and kissed the top of my muzzle thankfully before he continued.

"I-I tried to stop them. I tried so hard, I fought and hit and screamed…and so did Emily. We didn't want to be separated…but they were grown men and I was only sixteen. I never stood a chance and the next thing I knew…she was gone and I was on my own."

"Oh…baby I'm so sorry."

"Richie I-"

I stopped…I had no idea what to say.

"I got into all sorts of trouble after that," he muttered regretfully. "There was this gang I joined that…did all sorts of nasty stuff. Muggings, robbing from nearby stores and houses…even some really dangerous gang wars. I didn't care though…I'd lost the only reason, the only purpose I had left to be good, to be normal."

A crooked smile suddenly adorned his lips, yet the bitter emotions behind it was anything but happy.

"I was in that gang for years," he chuckled inordinately. "We never did get caught doing anything either…and I suppose I never would have until I found her again."

"Found who?" I asked curiously.

"Emily."

I smiled widely at this, it was good news…right?

But judging from the horrible waves of emotion I was feeling…

"I was a little over twenty two by then and she was sixteen," he explained quietly. "I almost didn't recognise her at first…but she recognised me. I couldn't believe it when she jumped on me and shouted my name, but it was her…it was my little Emily."

Happiness mixed with sadness…a beautiful yet terrible combination.

"Do you know what the first thing was that she did?" he asked rhetorically. "She begged me to take her away from her foster parents. She BEGGED me Chrissy!"

I nodded sympathetically and nuzzled him, trying to soothe the rage that was rapidly growing.

"Her faster father was a perverted little bastard," he growled furiously. "She was crying and pleading with me not to let him touch her again…So I made sure that he never could."

Ohh…he sounded sexy and tortured all at once.

If his tale wasn't so dark, I might have taken him then and there…but I wouldn't. He needed me then, my baby needed me to comfort him.

"I got a few mates from the gang and waited in an alleyway outside of a gas station where he worked," he said, a rather malicious looking smirk on his face. "When he eventually left and locked up…I walked right up to him and asked if he knew where Emily was…and he told me that the little slut was probably waiting for his cock back at home."

I didn't move, I didn't speak. I merely looked up at my beloved Richie…and understood what had needed to be done.

"I dragged him into that alleyway and beat the ever living shit out of him," he laughed briefly. "My buddies held him down after they had got a few hits in. He was begging for mercy at this point, but all I did was ask him how far he'd gone with Emily."

"Oh please don't say-"

"He'd done far more than simply touch her…and he'd done it when she was only fourteen years old."

Silence permeated the room.

Richard's rage was powerful…as was mine.

Rape is something that even I don't tolerate. I never forced a stallion to have sex with me, they always took me into their bed and rutted me silly.

It's not my fault that they find me disgusting when they or I finish.

"So I made sure he suffered before I killed him," he growled, cutting me off from my thoughts. "I tore his skeggy little trackies to pieces and cut his fucking dick off…and only when he was crying and pleading like a fucking rat did I kill him and help my friends bury his rotting corpse."

He wasn't lying…or exaggerating.

Richie had killed someone…and yet…so have I.

I killed to stay hidden, he had killed to rid his little sister of a horrible child molester.

"We've both done what's needed to be done…Oh Richie, we're more alike than I could have ever thought."

"His body was never found and even when they labelled me as a suspect, they couldn't convict me because they had no proof. Emily was sent back to an orphanage and after a load of legal work I had to go through…I adopted her."

"So…it was a happy enough end after all of that struggling?" I asked hopefully, only to rapidly lose said hope at the tears slowly trickling down his face.

"Sorry Chrissy…but…no, no it wasn't."

He closed his eyes in order to try and quell the tears…but sadly failed.

"Emily was so traumatised after all she'd been through," he choked bitterly. "I'd done so much for her Chrissy. Left the gang, changed my lifestyle, got two jobs to help buy a better home for the both of us…Damnit I'd done so much Chrissy!"

"I know sweetie, I know."

I didn't know…but I had to say something.

"I came back from work with some Chinese for dinner…it was her favourite you know," he half chuckled, half cried. "But when she wouldn't come down from her room, I went up to go and check if she was okay…only to find her crying quietly, her wrists covered in blood.

I put a hoof to my mouth in shock…real shock.

"Oh Richie I'm so sorry," I breathed wretchedly. "Did she…"

"Died in the hospital," he croaked miserably. "She just lost too much blood…and I was too slow, or the ambulance was…I don't know."

"Baby…my little baby…Oh I'm so sorry for everything you've gone through my love…I'm so sorry."

"There was a funeral for her you know," he continued dejectedly. "I was on my way there when all of a sudden I found myself in Twilight's library. She told me that she had no idea how to send me back and so sent me to Celestia for help…then everything you know now started and I'm trapped here, when all I want is just a moment with my baby sister…just a moment."

"I'm sorry Richie," I apologised gently. "I…I wish I could help you."

I did as well…I wish I knew how to help him go back and mourn for his sister.

Then once he had…I would've brought him back with me...to stay with me for the rest of our lives.

"It's not your fault Chrissy," he dismissed softly, stroking my face tenderly as he did so. "I just blame all of them. Twilight for playing with my feelings, Celestia for trapping me here against my will…and all of those fucking snobs who look at me as if they fucking know me."

He suddenly looked down at me and smiled ever so…beautifully.

"But you've been my rock here Chrissy," he admitted sweetly. "You've always been there for me…the only one I can trust in this world."

Without so much as a warning, he leaned down and pressed his lips on my own.

I was…shocked, surprised…everything really.

But I returned it, softly, gently, lovingly.

And even when he pulled back, we stayed connected. My hooves wrapped around his neck, his arms around my midsection, squeezing me with such a gentle tightness.

"I love you so much Chrissy," he breathed, nervousness and slight fright tickling my feelers. "I don't think I could ever thank you enough for all you've done for me."

And yet…he had no need to be so scared.

"I love you too," I purred happily, true, honest tears trickling down my face.

I hadn't cried in so long.

Richie made to kiss me again…but I stopped him, a hoof pressing against his mouth as I left his embrace and moved backwards.

I couldn't do it…not without showing him the real me and knowing…just knowing that he still loved me for me.

"W-What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

There was that fear again…fear of hurting me emotionally.

"I…I need to show you something," I explained, fear of my own flooding my senses for what I was about to do.

"Show me what?" he asked, reaching out to touch my face tenderly.

I leaned into it…for what could possibly have been the last time.

"Richard," I began, startling him by using his proper name. "My name…is Chrysalis, and I have lied to you about myself."

He looked so confused…so worried for me.

It was enough to make me nearly cry again.

"Chrysalis?" he repeated confusedly.

I lowered my gaze to the floor and closed my eyes…not willing to meet his once I did what I did.

"My name is Chrysalis…and I'm Queen of the changeling race."

And with that…I let go of my disguise and revealed myself to him.

Rightyo!

Did you enjoy the cliffhanger? I know I did XD

Anyway since it took so long for me to update last time, I figured that I'd get around to doing it sooner rather than later.

Or you know, before more shit comes out of nowhere to distract me.

Begin!

I kept my gaze permanently on the sofas cushion, refusing to look up and acknowledge the potential fear and disgust my Richie would give me.

And yet...

"I'm not sensing anything?" I thought curiously.

With a rather nervous gulp, I looked up and stared into Richie's eyes.

They were wide, impossibly wide, filled with shock and…shock.

Shock is a difficult emotion to sense when the individual feels it to such a degree. And the degree in which Richie felt it must have been…astronomical.

"Richie?" I purred gently, lifting my holed right hoof onto his cheek.

It was a foolish move.

My beloved blinked rapidly as a whole wave of emotion suddenly swarmed around him. He shot off of the sofa, away from my trembling hoof and fell onto his back, catching it on the corner of his coffee table and yelping in pain.

"Richie!" I cried worriedly, quickly hopping off of the sofa as I made my way towards him. "That looked painful sweetie, are you okay?"

He ignored me as I neared him however; small bursts of fear and disbelief beginning to consume him as he rapidly backed away.

I could feel my lower lip trembling miserably as this came to pass. His expression, his emotions were caught in a trap of terror and astonishment.

But then…there is was…I could sense it.

He didn't believe that I was…me, and that's what terrified him, not my appearance.

I dug deeper into his emotions, carefully navigating my way through them until I came upon his psyche.

"I…I can't sense any disgust…none at all. He's never seen a changeling truly transform before."

The answer was clear as day.

"To him it must have looked like *Chrissy* disappeared…only for a monster to take her place."

Despite me announcing who and what I truly was to him, my sudden retransformation had pretty much knocked those words out of him.

"Wh-Where's Chrissy?!"

I snapped out of my trance and gazed down at his frightened…yet determined expression. He was lying back against a wall, trembling in a mix of fear and anger.

"Where is she?!" he demanded furiously. "What have you done with her, monster?!"

Those words…

They hurt me…they hurt me deeply.

I forced my lip to stop trembling and swallowed a large intake of air, before moving ever so slowly towards him, speaking softly as I did so.

"It's me Richie," I crooned gently. "I'm right here my love."

He blinked at my words and cocked his head sideways, gazing at me inquisitively.

"My love?" he asked sceptically. "Chrissy never called me that."

I forced my expression to soften despite the bite in his words, before shakily answering his statement.

"I always thought it though," I confessed honestly. "But now…now I can say it for you to hear, because you love me too."

He just looked…stunned.

"You can't be her," he whispered disbelievingly. "You can't be…"

I smiled softly at his words, still edging just that little closer, my eyes trained on every movement he made, feelers primed for every emotion he felt.

I stopped just a touch away from him…it took everything I had to keep my hooves on the ground and not…not around him.

I wanted to comfort him so badly.

"It's me baby," I promised ruefully, tears creeping into the corners of my eyes as I remembered that word.

"Monster, monster, monster, monster!"

"But you can't be," he repeated…but I could sense the uncertainty that wasn't there before, filling him up gradually.

I moved my muzzle just a tad closer to his face, making it easy for him to see only my eyes.

"Look at me Richie," I beseeched tenderly, smiling as his eyes locked onto my own. "It's me, it's Chrissy, your Chrissy."

We both stared deeply into the others eyes, barely blinking, just…gazing and thinking.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his left hand slowly, tentatively rising towards my face.

He seemed to notice this and stop, much to my dismay.

"One thing," he said slowly.

"W-What?" I asked, confusion surrounding me at his statement.

He kept his eyes on my own and took a deep breath, said eyes almost…searching as they gazed into mine.

"Tell me one thing?" he asked. "One thing that only Chrissy would know."

I blinked at the question…but found it disarmingly clever, as well as appropriate.

"One thing that only I would know…His past? No, no he could say that I was listening before I replaced *Chrissy*. It needs to be something…older, something only the two of us have shared."

But then…I remembered.

I focused my gaze back on him and smiled as lovingly as I possibly could…For I did love him, so much.

"We went ice skating once," I began softly. "You told me I smelt like cinnamon."

His eyes widened a touch…but I wasn't done.

"I boasted about being the best ice skater in existence, but we were both pretty terrible," I continued, chuckling a little. "Neither of us would let go of the rail, and when we agreed to let go together…well, I punched you in the face and you headbutted me."

"Is that a smile?"

I caught it…it was brief but it was there.

He had smiled...amusement spiking around him for but a moment.

"You thought that I'd hurt my head," I giggled playfully. "You carried me all the way back here and let me lie down in your bed."

I couldn't stop myself from moving my muzzle closer, nor the nuzzling of his nose that followed.

"He's starting to believe me, I can feel it!"

"You looked after me," I remembered fondly. "Put some frozen peas against my head, made me a cup of hot chocolate and eventually…slept next to me."

I lidded my eyes as the happy memory washed over me.

"I loved you so much for that," I confessed joyfully. "It was without a doubt the best night of my life."

There was nothing else I could add to that.

And so I remained silent, watching and feeling everything Richard did.

The shock was still there, but it was nowhere near as high as it once was. He still wasn't disgusted by me either…but he was still a little scared.

"Don't be afraid," I crooned gently. "I will never hurt you, I promise."

His hand rose up again, making its painstakingly slow way onto my face…my cheek,

Ohh…his touch made me feel so alive, so loved. I couldn't stop myself from leaning into it, nor could I stop the content purr that escaped my muzzle.

"Chrissy?" he whispered uncertainly, his eyes searching my own.

"Yes baby, it's me."

His eyes suddenly started to water, tears creeping into their corners.

"It's really you?" he asked…pleaded really.

I smiled softly and nodded, moving forward ever so slightly as I spread my forehooves wide.

I needed him to embrace me…I needed a cuddle right about now.

His other hand reached my untouched cheek, allowing him to fully cup my face and stroke it gently with his thumbs.

"I called you a monster," he whispered regretfully. "Oh Chrissy, I'm so sorry."

I could feel how upset he was, how remorseful he felt, how he wished he could take it back,

"You were confused and scared Richie," I consoled dotingly. "It's not your fault, you didn't mean it."

Instead of waiting for him to take the initiative, I tentatively closed in and wrapped my hooves around him. To my surprise, he actually responded to this very swiftly. His arms wrapped themselves around my midsection, his hands grasping against my chitinous plating.

I pressed my forehead against his, mindful not to shank him with my horn as I did so. Our eyes simply gazed into the other…his lips were so close, so tantalizing.

My own lips tingled with the urge…

But I couldn't, there was something I needed to do first.

"I have so much I need to tell you Richie," I crooned sadly. "I don't think that you'll like what you have to hear."

His eyes narrowed slightly, a spike of curiosity alongside…slight fear, accompanying it.

"I always felt as though you were hiding something," he admitted, much to my surprise. "But this...this is nothing like I could ever have imagined."

"I'm sorry I kept this from you Richie," I apologized repentantly.

"It's fine."

It wasn't fine, I knew that and so did he.

"But I'm going to make it right…and hopefully still come out of this his lover."

"Let's get off the floor shall we?" he advised, chuckling ever so slightly as he parted from my embrace and began to stand up.

He moved past me and made to sit down, only for me to light up my horn and keep him still.

"Chrissy what are you-"

He hissed in pain as I tenderly touched the slowly bleeding cut on his back, no doubt caused from him catching it against the table.

"You're bleeding sweetie," I explained gently.

He blinked and attempted to move his hand towards it. I merely batted it away and moved closer to it myself, before sticking out my tongue and coating the cut in my saliva.

"Ugh that stings," he grumbled quietly.

"Quit being such a baby, it's already healed."

Indeed it was. The cut was no longer there, there wasn't even a scar to prove that there ever was one.

He moved his hand to the spot and pressed against it, but from what I could sense, he felt no pain.

"Wow Chrissy, that's some…really good spit," he quipped jokingly.

"A changeling Queen can heal almost any wound with her saliva," I explained playfully, moving past him and sitting down on the sofa once more. "It can also function as a powerful aphrodisiac…for both the Queen and whoever's lucky enough to be on the receiving end."

While true, I didn't mention that it only works if the recipient also loved the Queen. If it were otherwise then the consequences of losing my disguise during sex wouldn't have been so severe.

I'm not exactly sure how it even works; I've never used it before. But I imagine that magic and certain chemicals in the body are responsible.

"Really?" he asked bemusedly. "I'm not really feeling any desire to pounce on you right now."

"You have to swallow it idiot," I teased impishly. "Besides…I can feel a small smidge of arousal around you right now, so why would I need it?"

"You can feel my arousal?"

I smirked and edged closer, until I was certain he could feel my breath on his skin.

"Not physically," I purred sultrily. "Not yet anyway."

Before he could so much as blink, I moved back to my original position and leaned on the sofa in a rather…seductive manner.

I hate to admit it, but his expression did make him look very silly.

Yet the sudden spike in arousal, a bigger, tastier spike, made it all so worth it.

"But to answer your question, yes I can feel your emotions…I always could."

He blinked at this revelation in a sort of…stupor, before rapidly turning red as his embarrassment rose.

"Oh…well that's good to know," he jested half-heartedly.

"I can't help it Richie," I pleaded honestly. "For a changeling, feeling another's emotion is like breathing. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, especially not without consequences."

"What consequences?" he asked curiously, tilting his head to one side inquisitively. "It can't be that bad…can it?"

"Well why don't you hold your breath and see what happens," I advised sarcastically. "Or maybe you should stop eating for a while. The hunger pangs are fantastic."

He grimaced at my tone which in turn caused me to wince. I could feel the tiny smidge of hurt…

"Sorry Richie," I whispered apologetically. "I didn't mean…I just hate it when others think that we sense and eat emotion by choice."

"No, no it's fine," he waved off forgivingly. "You're completely in the right; I shouldn't have been so ignorant with my question."

"But I shouldn't have been so nasty."

"Well I shouldn't have been so stupid."

We both looked at the other for about ten seconds…before quite literally leaning and laughing against the other.

"This is nothing like I could ever have imagined!" I though happily. "Richie's taking this remarkably well. He's happy too, he's so happy and not…revolted by me."

Did I really have to tell him about my original intentions?

Maybe…maybe there wasn't any need. I mean they had long since been abandoned, so what was the point of bringing up old plans.

"No Chrysalis!" I scolded mentally. "No more lies, no more deception. You tell him and hope that he still desires you by the end of it."

"Are you okay Chrissy?"

I snapped out of my rather…decisive thoughts and focused my attention back on my beloved.

"I…I have to tell you something Richard,"

"Yeah, you said so before," he replied, concern light in his tone. "Whatever it is, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I don't mind not knowing everything about you, you know."

I smiled at that.

I smiled at him, at his beautiful face, his wonderful concern…love, love for me.

He still loved me…but my words had a possibility of changing this.

"I have to tell him, I have to know…"

I took a deep breath and placed my hooves in the grip of both his hands, gazing at him lovingly as I did so.

The moment was right, I could do this.

"What do you know about my race Richie?" I asked curiously.

He blinked at the question but seemed to think on it intensely, even his expression was serious.

"Why can I feel amusement right no-"

"You sparkle in the moonlight and are constantly in other castles," he chirped happily.

I think my eye twitched.

"THAT MOVIE DID NOT HAPPEN!"

…

It took a while for him to stop laughing, as well as me to stop mock beating on him. But we eventually stopped, although I didn't move from my…comfier spot.

His legs are really cosy.

"To seriously answer your question," he said suddenly. "I don't really know much else apart from the fact that they tried to invade Canterlot a while back."

"Not one of my finest moments," I grumbled bitterly.

He merely chuckled and stroked my mane gently.

"How are you taking this so easily?" I blurted, almost accusingly.

"What do you mean?"

"This, me, everything," I continued uncontrollably. "I'm a hideous bug that just admitted to withholding secrets you probably won't like, and you're just taking it all in stride!"

Without any warning, I suddenly found myself being…quite easily heaved onto my rump. But before I could so much as say a thing, Richie's face was unexpectedly in front of mine, his eyes hard and yet…gentle in a way.

"Don't ever think that you're hideous Chrissy," he…pretty much ordered sternly.

"Think?" I laughed unhappily. "I don't think, I know. Every single pony that has EVER seen the true me has either screamed and fled or screamed and attacked me."

I turned away from him and closed my eyes. The words shouldn't have bothered me, they really shouldn't have.

But it had happened every time. Whether he was thinking correctly or not, even Richard had called me a monster.

"I am a monster Richard," I admitted quietly. "I look the part and I've done some terrible things to keep me and my race alive."

I turned my head to face him…to finally declare…

"I planned on using you when we first met," I confessed coldly. "I needed a male to help restore my race after that princess's magic made them overdose on love. You were the most fertile one I'd ever met. It only made sense that you were the one I was to manipulate…and eventually kill."

There it was. The shock, the anger…anger at being used by me in the exact same way Celestia was using him…more or less. The anger was small, but it was there none the less.

"You were going to kill me?" he asked quietly.

I merely regarded him apathetically and nodded.

I couldn't let myself feel emotion, not yet…I had to tell him everything before sobs racked my body.

As I knew they would.

"After being impregnated, you would have become a loose end, a liability. I didn't allow liabilities."

"And it's just that easy?" he asked bewilderedly.

Poor, naïve Richie. He'd only killed once, he had no idea what my life was really like.

"I've been doing the same routine all my life," I told him honestly. "Killing just doesn't…bother me anymore."

We were both silent after that. His emotions were all over the place, it was difficult to separate them.

Especially when my own were barely contained.

"So what's stopping you from killing me?" he finally asked.

I didn't answer his question, merely choosing to gaze at him emotionlessly instead.

"It wouldn't be difficult," he continued quietly. "You could just hold me down with your magic and…once done, finish the job."

I continued to stare blankly at him for a few more moments, trying my best to ignore the fear welling up within him.

But then I moved, slowly, patiently, my eyes locked on his own.

I climbed onto him and pushed him down easily, until I was leaning over him, my muzzle inches away from his throat.

His fear was very intense now, yet he did nothing…nothing but remain brave, however frightened he truly was.

I admired that.

I pressed my muzzle against his smooth skin and licked it tenderly, moving leisurely up his windpipe until stopped just underneath his lips.

My eyes flicked upwards onto his, noticing that he had closed them in a sort of…finality.

I kissed both of them gently, much to his surprise as they swiftly opened upon contact, locking onto mine.

"I will never hurt you Richard," I vowed lovingly, his fear spluttering at my words.

I began laying slow, deliberate kisses upon his face, working my way down onto his lips.

I spoke as I did so.

"Don't...be afraid...of me...my love."

Stupid tears…they were soaking his skin.

I couldn't help it. Admitting to fucking and killing…it had really scared him.

And it was my fault.

I jumped at the cool hand cupping my right cheek…but relished it, I couldn't help it.

"You're scared of me," I said sadly.

There was no point in him lying. I could feel it, taste it on him…it tasted like ash.

"Yeah I am," he confessed shakily.

More tears…slow, silent.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed quietly.

He didn't say anything, choosing instead to merely embrace me hesitantly, holding me close.

I rested my head underneath his chin, sniffling as I fought back the sobs.

"A Queen doesn't cry…"

But I wasn't a Queen in that moment, I was just Chrissy, his Chrissy…wasn't I?

"Chrissy?"

I shuffled out from under his chin and gazed down at him, neither knowing nor caring what I looked like.

Oh…

He was kissing me, awkwardly as he tried to avoid my fangs.

Yet…he was kissing me.

I pulled back from the kiss, despite every part of me screaming in protest, and looked at him helplessly.

"D-Don't," I whimpered hopelessly.

My heart beat for him, only him, forever him.

"Don't give me false hope," I pleaded pitifully.

He could kiss me again and I'd accept it, I'd always accept it. He could refuse me, play with my emotions, mess with my head…as long as he still kissed me, pretended to love me.

I'd always accept it…but false hope, false love…it would destroy me.

Yet I would still accept it...

He was scared of me, getting less so as time passed on…yet he was still frightened of me.

"Your eyes are really beautiful," he complimented softly.

I merely snorted, sick amusement and honest disbelief becoming my response to that.

Though…it melted gradually. I could feel the honesty behind it.

"I look disgusting and you're frightened of me," I retorted bitterly, tears creeping their way out of my eyes once more.

"A Queen doesn't cry…"

No…no…

More kissing, one after the other, long, short…prolonged.

They weakened my resolve kiss by kiss, bit by bit.

"You look exotic…and stunning," he countered smoothly. "And yes…I'm frightened, but not of you, not of my Chrissy."

"W-What are you talking about?" I stammered miserably. "I can sense your fear Richard. It's aimed at me, nothing else."

I was on my rump before I could so much as blink.

He was sitting too, gazing at me, holding me tightly and yet…gently.

I wanted to hold him too.

"Queen Chrysalis scares me," he correctly firmly.

"I am Queen Chrysalis."

He merely shook his head…and…and kissed me again.

"Ohh..."

"No you're not," he rebuked gently. "Right now, Chrysalis would hold me down, force me to fuck her and then kill me. She wouldn't give a damn about me, she wouldn't care, she wouldn't…love me like you do…don't you?"

I nodded frantically, I couldn't help it.

I was raised to be the unbreakable Queen, the one that strikes fear into her enemies, the Queen who cared nothing for anyone but herself and her children.

So where was she?

Where was the unbreakable Queen?

I wasn't her…

I was broken by his fear, fear of me. I loved him; I needed him to love me back.

"But Chrissy…my Chrissy," he continued lovingly. "She laughed with me, befriended me, stuck up for me. Did she do it with in intention to kill me?"

"No!" I cried defiantly. "I…I don't know. I need my children, I need you, I need a mate…I need all of it, but I will never kill you or use you or deceive you to get it."

He merely smiled…and like magic, his fear of me was gone, dust in the wind.

I'm not sure how long I spent gazing at him, reading his emotions, feeding on his…his love for me.

"My appearance-"

"Doesn't change how I feel," he interrupted inflexibly. "Do you not love me because I now know what you are?"

"No of course not!" I rebuffed quickly. "I love you no matter what."

"Then please believe that I do too," he implored softly.

I stared at him incredulously, but allowed myself the smile that fought its way onto my muzzle.

"You're impossible," I sighed in amusement.

"You love me for it though," he quipped swiftly.

I merely shook my head and rolled my eyes, only to suddenly feel his hand rubbing against my chitinous plating.

When in battle, a changelings plating becomes hardened by adrenaline and blood. Out of battle however, it becomes as soft as any other underbelly.

Thus my sudden collapse and content purring became inevitable the moment he started giving me a tummy rub.

Not that he seemed to mind. In fact I could feel how happy he was as I nuzzled against the side of his neck lovingly.

"Sooo you like?" he asked bemusedly.

"Mhmm…"

"No more tears, no more drama?" he continued jokingly.

"Mhmm…"

He moved his hand off of my tummy…just a fraction actually.

I responded to this sudden tragedy by putting us muzzle to nose and pleading with him silently.

He of course took this to a horrendous level of mocking…that I may or may not have played along with.

"Chrissy want rubby?" he drawled teasingly.

I glared at him…but quickly played along and nodded as I saw his beloved hand moving further and further away from my tum…I mean stomach.

His hand moved back under and-

"Oooh…feels nice…"

This continued for what felt like hours…or it may have been a minute, who knows.

You can't blame me; he's a pretty good tummy rubber.

"Chrissy?"

I was snapped out of my stupor from the sheer seriousness in his tone.

"Yes Richie?"

"What happens now?" he asked innocently, worry alongside it.

I remained silent for at least a few minutes.

"I don't know," I eventually admitted. "You know what I am now…everything's changed from how it was this morning."

"Everything?" he questioned disbelievingly. "I know that you love me now. That's all that's changed for me."

I couldn't stop myself from smiling, nor the slow yet deep kisses I covered his chest with.

"He truly loves me for me, not for what I look like…What did I do to deserve someone so open minded?"

"Although now that I think about it, it does help that you have a hot body," he confessed playfully. "You know that personality first, body second rule that most guys preach about. Bullshit, all of it. Your ass swayed me, it was too damn fine not to."

I let out a rather girlish giggle as he said this, silently thanking him for clearing the sudden tension.

"Your voice is quite pretty too," he added impishly. "That little two tone thing you've got going on. Mhmm, very sexy. I had no chance resisting you."

Before he could so much as blink, I'd jumped to my hooves and pinned his arms behind his head magically. Said hooves were tracing his body slowly, although I made sure to bite my lower lip and lid my eyes, you know, just to make sure I captured his complete attention.

"If you wanted to fuck," I crooned sultrily. "Then you only had to ask honey bun."

"Gotcha!"

The sudden wave of nervousness, accompanied by that expression was just too adorable.

"Uhh Chrissy, I've never…I mean I wanted to, but I've never had the chance and…uhh-"

I promptly shut him up with a rather rigorous smooch, simultaneously tracing my right hoof over his jeans teasingly.

"We don't have to fuck if you don't want to," I breathed as I drew away from his lips.

He seemed rather relieved with that…

"Oh good, well not good, but not bad either-"

I could use my hoof, but I find kissing him to quieten him far more effective…and fun.

I broke the kiss yet again and swiftly moved down until my muzzle was lying on his…happiness.

His very excited happiness.

"Chrissy I-"

"Shut up."

"Yes Ma'am."

I used my magic to slowly take off his clothing, revealing my…hard earned prize.

"Come to mommy, baby!"

THIS CHAPTER AND ALL OTHER'S THAT FOLLOW ARE NO LONGER A PART OF THE NEVER JUDGE STORYLINE. THEY WILL REMAIN FOR THOSE WHO WISH TO READ THEM, BUT DO NOT HAVE ANY CONSEQUENCE ON THE SEQUEL

Sup fellow fans!

THERE WILL BE FOREPLAY! DIRTY, DIRTY CHRISSY FOREPLAY!

Well I've had a few days to ponder on where to take this story, and have thankfully figured it out!

Normally I just wing it, and I may still do so in areas. But I've actually planned ahead with this one and know how the second act ends.

Remember when I mentioned about that interlude, as well as the sex happening about a week or so after the last chappy?

Yeah, it's not happening.

The interlude has been discarded. Sex is going to happen in the second part of this chapter, as well as some other…lovely scenarios.

So please enjoy, comment and point out any typo's I may make XD

By the way, points of views are introduced as of this chapter.

Begin!

Act Two- Heartfelt Love And A Tragic Secret

Chrissy Pov

I am so fucking happy.

As usual I have woken up in bed with my beloved, my head lying on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly yet comfortably around my midsection.

The first thing I'm usually aware of is the sheer love that Richard gives off, even whilst he's asleep.

It's just that potent.

"It's nice to have breakfast in bed."

It's been a little over one month since Richie and I became lovers, three months off a year since we first met each other in that tavern.

How wonderful all of it has been…

The love he held back, the flame, the burning and passionate blaze.

How immense it's become…all for me.

I feel so powerful all the time…it's nearly all consuming and yet I feel no desire to act rashly.

I just want my Richie…just him.

I smile at the thought and snuggle my muzzle deeper into his neck, breathing in the glorious scent of my lover, the familiar and…oh so delicious aroma.

With no hesitation, I slowly begin to lick and plant butterfly kisses against it, simultaneously soaking up all the love and distinct saltiness as I do so.

My body quickly begins to feel hot, warning me of what could happen should I continue.

"Just…just a little more couldn't hurt could it?" I ponder thoughtfully. "I just want to show him how much I care, how much I adore him…love him. For him to wake up and feel it…Mhmm, yes just a little more."

Ignoring the steadily rising heat within my blood, I continue to shower his face, neck and shoulder in loving kisses and little licks…even the occasional nibble.

In fact maybe he could do with a few more nibbles…just a few…I know he likes it too.

My fangs graze his sensitive neck slowly, affectionately…tenderly.

"Just a little harder Chrissy," I coax silently. "He'll love it, pleasure mixed with pain…he'll love…love…"

I press down as the thought easily consumes me, my tongue darting out to coat his skin in my lovely numbing saliva.

"Yes…more…bite him…make him mine…all mine…my mate…"

I notice his eyes flickering slightly and halt.

"Mhmm…Chrissy?"

"Bite him!"

His eyes flicker open and move to look at me sideways.

I could already feel the love increasing, arousal following…he had no idea of what I was about to do.

"Make him ours!"

"Feeling a little frisky this morning love?" he asked cheekily, chuckling lightly.

"MARK HIM!"

The overwhelming desire to do so presses against my mind, urging me to just…give in.

"MATE WITH HIM!"

I move back slightly and smile lovingly up at him, the urge, the desire to show him everything I knew…to make him relax as I took him into a world of bliss.

"I really need you Richie," I purr…near desperately.

He turns to face me and draws me into a very passionate kiss, one so familiar…for every morning we share it.

In our bed…in our house…together.

"You feel…hot Chrissy," he murmurs, concern beginning to slowly make itself known. "Are you feeling okay?"

I merely lid my eyes and smirk sultrily, moving my body even closer onto his.

Despite the fact that we had not yet had sex, I remained adamant that he slept without a scrap of clothing on him.

And thus as our bodies became as close as they could, I easily felt his slight arousal.

"He's not completely aroused…I should fix that."

I move my left hind leg up and rub it against his member amorously, watching with glee as his eyes darken and his lusty emotions spike.

He stands at attention in seconds, causing me to grin victoriously and maneuver my leg manipulatively. My lips instantly capture his own, my tongue quickly thrusting inside and easily wrapping around my lovers wet muscle.

Whilst he is distracted, I focus mentally and smoothly force the hole above his length to expand slightly. I then flare up a tiny bit of magic and secrete the soft flesh with very clear yet thin slime, similar to the very same we changelings use to cocoon our food.

Without any hesitation, I press my leg down and force his arousal to slip inside.

"Ohh…that feels so good."

Richie hisses into our kiss pleasurably and moves his right hand down my stomach, causing me to sigh happily, bliss overwhelming myself as well as my feelers.

With a bit of playful force, I force my Richie onto his back, before shuffling just that little closer and putting my muzzle right against his nose.

"Relax baby," I purr soothingly. "Let me do all the work, just lay back and enjoy me."

Richie's arousal twitches at my words, his eyes darkening lustfully and yet regarding me…lovingly.

"I don't want you to feel unsatisfied Chrissy," he argues stubbornly, much to my amusement.

"Believe me sweetie, doing this never leaves me unsatisfied," I vow sultrily.

It's true too.

Just seeing and feeling how happy I make him, how my actions bring him to an uncontrollable bliss, to know that he is completely at my mercy…

I'm never left wanting by the time he's a panting mess.

I quickly smoother his chest in small licks and kisses, occasionally scraping my fangs over the sensitive skin, much to his pleasure.

A devious idea forms in my mind suddenly, and thus I crawl my way up to him, stopping only when my muzzle is breathing over his left ear.

"Does it feel good my love?" I croon contently.

Before he can answer, I focus mentally yet again and carefully narrow the hole around his arousal. It stops just below the head of his member, clenching around the easily pleased glans.

I begin to twist…

Richie instantly threw his head back, hissing with pleasure as his arousal spiked to near feral levels.

"No matter the species, males are so easy to please."

Of course Richie took a bit of…studying before I understood what he did and didn't like. Yet unlike my previous…experiences, I put my all into figuring out just what they were.

"He's going to be my mate after all…"

Imagine my surprise when Richie began pleasing me with such…ease in return.

For one that had never had sex and only a few small…bits of foreplay, he sure knew how to satisfy a mare.

When I asked him how he was so good…he merely said that he paid attention to what I did and didn't like…because…because he wanted me to feel nothing less than perfect, than beautiful.

He wanted me to believe these things…and after a while, I did.

He found me beautiful, I could feel it. After our little bit of first foreplay, he was more than a little distracted by my appearance.

My real appearance.

I caught him staring at my tush so many times I lost count, not that it bothered me. In fact after I caught him the final time, I may…have pounced on him and shoved said tush in his face.

What did he call that position again…sixty nine?

Even when we were out I sometimes played dirty…and a bit dangerous.

Mainly by sometimes jumping onto his lap and carefully changing my oh so sexy ass back into its true form, whilst leaving everything else perfectly Unicorn. Richie often scolded me whenever I did this…but was always quelled with a loving smooch.

"He simply cannot keep his hands off me," I giggled silently. "Not that I can talk exactly…"

I can never stop myself from giggling as I recall the…pleasure, I gave him under a table in one of Canterlot's comedy clubs.

"Chrissy you can't do that here!" he exclaimed quietly.

"Can't do what?" I asked innocently from under the table, his trousers already halfway down his legs.

"Gimmie my trousers back!"

"No!"

It's funny how complacent he became from a mere pout and puffed out cheeks.

Oh and rubbing his dick may have helped, you know, just a little.

I don't even have to use my feelers to know how close he is, I can see it plain as day on his face.

"Are you going to come baby?" I purr slowly, getting a very rapid nod in return.

With a small smirk, I lift my leg from his arousal and crawl down to it myself, leaving my heat comfortably nestled just over his face.

I look back at his adorably panting face and wink flirtatiously.

"Work me over honey bun, and I'll give you the best orgasm of your life."

It took less than two seconds for my Richie to dig into…well, me. At first he'd had no idea what to do, but with my gentle guidance, I moulded him into a bit of an expert in the art of foreplay.

A moan escapes me as his tongue flicks against just the right spot.

"Ohh, I think I trained you too well baby."

"You know you love it," he growls teasingly.

Oooh that confidence, that cockiness…I love it.

"Two can play at this game sweetie."

I quickly repeat my earlier actions and place his arousal snuggly inside the hole on my right forehoof.

But since I'm not a one trick pony, I swiftly tip the scales in my favor and engulf the head with my muzzle, before dragging my tongue around the sensitive glans at an achingly slow pace.

He didn't last ten seconds.

I couldn't repress the victorious smirk as I felt my beloved finish inside my muzzle. The moans escaping him were very arousing…very.

Yet I promised him the best orgasm of his life…and I never break my promises with him.

Just as he let loose the final drop, I quickly soaked his dick with my numbing saliva, before biting down and releasing a…rather large amount of a wonderful chemical into it.

The results were instantaneous.

Richie's penis rapidly regained its arousal and pulsated angrily. Said lover was already panting from before, yet now sounded as though he'd run a marathon.

The chemical I used was a very unusual piece of changeling physiology, used mostly to bring the changelings food source back in the mood.

But if used in a large amount as I just did…

"Richard…" I crooned sultrily.

He didn't say anything, merely gazing at me unfocused eyes.

"Come for me baby!" I commanded sweetly, giving his arousal a very slow twist.

The chemical finally took full effect and quite literally forced him to release his essence once more. I didn't swallow it this time, choosing instead to let it cover my muzzle and hoof.

Richard was literally howling and groaning like I'd never heard before. His body was shaking slightly, yet a dopey satisfied grin was adorning his face.

"Richie…"

I shook my flank in his face and tickled his face with my tail, pouting in what I hoped was an adorable fashion.

"It aches Richie," I whimpered deliberately.

He smirked tiredly at my words, but went to work nonetheless…Mhmm, good work too.

I am so fucking happy.

Later that day

Celestia Pov

The moon is beautiful tonight, as it has been every other night before it.

I've always loved the view I receive, standing on my balcony as I look over all of Canterlot and Ponyville.

But alas…I cannot enjoy it tonight.

Not the way I am, not with the thoughts that surround me every minute of every hour of every day.

"Oh…Cosmos."

It's getting ever more difficult to resist, to stay patient and wait…just wait until the right moment.

As I close my eyes and take in the glow of my sister's moon…I cannot help but remember everything…everything that has happened since he came back.

Many months ago…

"Princess, Princess Celestia!"

I look up and see a heavily panting pegasus running towards me, a white coat over him confirming him to be one of my scientists working on the survival project. I make to greet him warmly but stop and frown worriedly at the expression on his face.

"What's the matter young one?" I ask gently, something that always tends to calm my little ponies.

"It's about the human's test results Princess," he explains breathlessly. "We've discovered something that…that you really have to see for yourself."

"Richard's results? I must see to this at once."

"Of course…Spyglass," I agree softly, looking down at the name card on his white coat. "Lead on my little pony."

I can never stop myself from smiling at the red tinge everypony gets when I say those three little words.

Nonetheless he quickly sets off at a brisk trot and I follow, the two of us continuing to do so until we arrive at a very peculiar door. Spyglass pulls out a blue piece of plastic and swipes it down two narrow slivers of metal. Said metal contained a very small sphere planted on the top of it, which suddenly glows and emits a sharp beep.

The door opens shortly after and we both make our way inside.

"Forgive my question Princess, but how on Equis did you come up with the idea for that sort of invention?" Spyglass asks timidly, gesturing towards the security he had just accessed.

I merely smile at the question and pat his head, before moving past the confused yet happy pony and reaching my top scientist.

He's not difficult to recognise, especially not with that…interesting mane.

"You needed to show me something Neighstein?" I ask curiously, smiling as he turns around and grins eccentrically.

"I did?" he inquires rapidly. "Oh yes, wait no, but maybe…OH YES!"

With a quick flick of his horn, everything on the table in front of him comes to life. Neighstein quickly grabbed at a very confusing looking diagram and slammed it on the table for me to read.

As well as accidently knocking various tubes and other expensive objects off the table, resulting in numerous smashes and a migraine that's progressively increasing.

"Can you see it Cel?!" he all but shouts in my face. "Bucking amazing! It makes no damn sense, but it's amazing!"

I look down at the various numbers, percentages and fractions on the paper…before giving up on trying to decipher it and instead merely gazing at the hyperactive pony with a rather dry expression.

His eyes remain wide and excited for all of about ten seconds…until he realizes that I can't understand anything the paper is showing.

"Oh sorry Cel!" he yells apologetically, much to my displeasure. "I figured you'd be smart enough to understand, my mistake, I should have known better, WHERE'S MY COFFEE!"

Unable to decide whether or not he just insulted my intelligence, I instead focus back on why he asked for me.

"Would you mind explaining it for me please?" I ask kindly.

"Of course, of course," he waves dismissively, taking a sip of his drink and-

"THIS ISN'T COFFEE, IT'S ORANGEADE!" he screams in horror.

A frightened young mare rushes up to the crazed stallion and makes to take the cup.

"I'm sorry sir, I must have given you Stardust's drink instead," she apologizes frantically, only to flinch as Neighstein grabs the cup back and glares at her crossly.

"I never said that I didn't like it!" he exclaims gruffly. "Get me more mare!"

"Of course sir!"

Deciding that enough is enough; I clear my throat loudly and stare down at him sternly. He seemed to finally snap out of his craze and grin sheepishly, before placing his cup down on the table and taking a seat.

"Let me show you something Cel."

Lighting up his magic, he levitated a number of various objects over to us and placed them down gently.

There were two corked glass tubes, both filled with a recognisable red liquid. Alongside them were a toothbrush and…my hairbrush?

Before I could instigate an assortment of questions, Neighstein used a spell I failed to recognise on the tubes, before nodding to himself and looking back at me.

"These tubes are filled with both your and Mr Tyler's blood," he explained quickly. "They are both very different when properly examined obviously…However there is something that I simply cannot understand."

"I can't understand how you obtained my blood?"

I'm not frightened of much…but Neighstein does have an undeniable creepy factor at times.

"And what is that?" I asked curiously.

"When I use your blood and run a check for your DNA, your hairbrush responds to the spell and glows due to being an inanimate object, as well as being within very close proximity," he continued, his tone increasing ever so slightly in excitement. "The thing that I do not understand however, is why this happens along with it."

His horn glowed once more, my blood soon following suit as it turned a very bright gold.

My hairbrush instantly began to glow the exact same way, signifying as he had explained that it had my DNA on it.

Then to my absolute surprise, the toothbrush next to it began to glow as well. Not as brightly…yet still the same colour.

"This toothbrush was used by Richard Tyler during his brief overnight stay a week or so ago," Neighstein clarified animatedly. "What I fail to understand is when I scanned it more thoroughly; it not only responded to your DNA but also matched you up as his biological mother, when he is clearly not Equine in any way, shape or form."

I opened my mouth to…say something…anything.

"No…No this is impossible! It can't be him! It can't!"

"Are you okay Cel?" Neighstein asked, rare concern clear on his features.

I forced myself to calm down, using various techniques I've picked up over the past few centuries, before gazing down at the worried stallion.

"A-Are you sure?" I asked shakily, surprising him slightly. "Are you sure he's my son?"

He nodded.

"I'm positive Cel," he confirmed with certainty. "I've run that and many more tests just to make sure…There's no doubt about it, he's biologically your son…but I have no idea how."

My baby…he couldn't be…but maybe he was…

Was my little foal back?

"Calm down and think Celestia!"

"I do…" I near whispered, gazing at the toothbrush before levitating it over to me and grasping it with my right wing, close to my chest.

"C-Celestia?"

Neighstein was watching the way I held the toothbrush with a sort of…wonder

"I've lived a long life Neighstein," I explained breathlessly. "I gave birth many centuries ago…to…to somepony not completely pony. But he was taken from me by a truly evil cult of Lun…of a very malicious pony."

Neighstein blinked at my confession, but his eyes soon shined with excitement and…sudden warmth.

"I don't really understand Cel, but I won't tell anypony," he promised quietly. "However I'd like to keep monitoring both of your blood…there's something peculiar about his."

"What do you mean?" I asked, a very unfamiliar sensation of worry creeping into my tone.

"I'm not sure yet," he grumbled in annoyance. "But there's something about his very DNA…it's changing somehow."

His horn lit up yet again and he placed both vials of blood as close together as possible. It was…slow, and yet as the seconds passed on by, Richard's blood began to glow a very dim gold. Neighstein placed them apart once more before turning to face me.

He looked up at me and tapped my shoulder comfortingly.

"Don't worry about a thing Cel. Just let me get on with this and I'll tell you if anything comes up."

I hesitated…but nodded and made my way out of the room.

"WHERE'S MY BUCKING DRINK!"

Once outside of the laboratory, I immediately teleported into my chambers, signalling mentally to Luna that I needed her to take over early.

I quickly blocked out our mental link and made my way outside onto the balcony, where I closed my eyes and tried to collect my thoughts.

"Cosmos is back…my baby is…"

"We have to send him back, we heard what Neighstein described. The bond, our bond is healing…and he'll soon be as he was."

"That's a good thing though, we'll have our baby, our chance at being a mother again."

"But if he stays then…he'll revert."

By the time I opened them again, I felt the all too familiar urge to set the sun, and thus dazedly did so.

"How long was I caught within my thoughts?"

I shook that particular thought aside and quickly left my chambers.

"I have to tell Luna."

Numerous plans were circling within my mind as I headed towards the throne room, each one being considered and placed away for later.

I entered and immediately spotted a very bored looking Luna staring at the palace entrance, waiting for anypony to come in and place a request.

She spotted me rather quickly and straightened up, before allowing a small smile to grace her muzzle.

"Good evening sister," she greeted kindly.

It took only a few seconds for her to figure out what I wanted. And although I could have done it myself, I wouldn't want Luna to feel as though I was trying to interfere with her rule.

"Guards, leave us!" she ordered plainly, said guards swiftly obeying and doing so.

Once everypony apart myself was out of the room, Luna stepped off the throne and quickly reached me, nuzzling me pleasantly.

"What is the matter dear sister?" she asked worriedly. "We have sensed your distress for well over an hour now."

I took a deep breath and stared right into her eyes, leaving no room for dishonesty or question.

"Cosmos."

With our mental link, I swiftly sent Luna everything I had learned as of late.

Her eyes were closed, her confusion evident as she tried to piece it all together.

It took mere moments before her eyes widened greatly. She sat down on her rump, breaking out into a wide, joyous smile.

"Is Richard Tyler…"

I nodded once and failed to hold back a smile…as well as the long awaited tears I'd been holding back since the laboratory.

Luna immediately embraced me and squealed happily, much to my joy and amusement.

"We must go and collect him!" she exclaimed, reverting back into old Equis accidently and moving back so as to look at me directly. "This is most joyous of news! We can dote on him and finally have a nephew we like, and-"

"We can't tell him Luna."

She blinked at my refusal in confusion, cocking her head slightly.

"But sister…he is your son. Surely you do not mean to…to abandon him?"

"Never!" I bit sharply, unfortunately causing Luna to flinch back with hurt.

I calmed down and nuzzled her apologetically, something she instantly leaned into.

"I won't abandon him Luna," I explained slowly. "I've already formed a plan to keep him within the border, he will be none the wiser. But the time is not yet right for me to go to him…our bond has barely begun to form."

Luna gasped at this and stared up at me in wonder.

"You never told me your bond snapped," she exclaimed worriedly. "The both of you are going to be in so much pain when it reaches its final stage."

I smiled warmly at her concern, for it was truly touching.

However said concern quickly became a frown, her lips pursed in thought.

"Please don't ask me-"

"Sister…how old was he when he…went?" she asked curiously.

I turned away from her as she asked this…I couldn't bear to see her face when I…

"Barely a month old Lulu," I answered sadly.

There it was…the gasp of horror.

"Sister you must send him to his world right now!" she exclaimed loudly.

"You know I can't do that Luna, we need him to save our race."

"B-But you can't just keep him here! Tis a monstrous act to-"

"To what?" I snap sharply, spinning around to face her. "To save our race from extinction or to deny myself the chance of motherhood that YOUR deranged cult stole from me?"

She turned away in distress at my truthful yet hurtful words, only to suddenly glare at me and stamp her hoof.

"He will REGRESS Tia!" she cried in disbelief. "The moment your bond is healed, that side of him will become dominant and physically regress him back to foalhood! It will completely ERASE Richard Tyler as a whole, leaving Cosmos and Cosmos alone!"

Now it was my turn to look away, though shame not distress were the cause of this action.

"I know Luna," I whispered quietly, looking back at her sadly, unable to restrain the tears creeping into the corners of my eyes. "But he's my baby Luna…I thought him gone forever and I wept for a century because of it."

Grasping hold of my sister's hooves, I fell to my stomach, holding back tears as I buried my face in the marble floor.

The choice in front of me was horrible, it truly was.

"Now he's back and I'm left with the choice of saving our race and raising my baby, or transporting him back onto Earth where he'll be safe from the magic forcing his eventual regression."

I looked up at my baby sister and pleaded with eyes for her to understand.

"If our roles were reversed Luna, then look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't do the same."

She did look me in the eye, her muzzle opening…only to close and give off a sigh of resignation.

"I would do the exact same thing sister," she admitted shamefully. "The fate our our race is at stake…and although there may be alternatives, I cannot bring myself to deny you what my actions stole."

No more words were needed…

She merely laid down and comforted me…whilst I constantly repeated to myself that what I was about to do…was necessary.

I believe Harold called it a necessary evil.

Shortly after Twilight's failed interrogation

It hadn't worked, yet after giving that pathetic excuse for a blackmail to Twilight, I had not expected it to.

"You foolish, stupid old mare!" I scolded mentally. "We know how to blackmail, we should have been calm and it should have been easy!"

I sigh as I read the report from one of my guards. Apparently this Chrissy wasn't taking any chances now that she'd received that abysmal piece of bribery, and had weaved together a very powerful barrier over his house.

I was just so desperate to learn about his childhood, about what he liked and didn't, about the glint in his eye, the toughness I saw every time he scowled at me.

"I just want him to be happy around me…but I can never seem to go the right way about it."

Luna kept telling me not to worry, but to instead merely wait for our bond as mother and son to take hold.

T'was an ancient bond that the both of us still share with our own mother…wherever she may be watching.

"He should have started dreaming by now…" I pondered thoughtfully. "Nostalgia will fill him randomly too. For even at a month old, an Alicorn has a memory like no other."

I wondered if he remembered me singing him a lullaby, or blowing raspberries on his stomach, or his laughter and squeals that soon followed.

"I wonder if he remembers Harold…Oh I hope he does darling…I really do."

I didn't want him to ever forget his father.

Present time

A sudden excruciating pain erupts within my very soul, snapping me quite harshly from my thoughts.

I try to repress any sound, but cannot stop the scream that escapes my muzzle.

"Tia!"

I barely hear my name as I collapse onto my side, thankful that I was lying on my bed and not the floor.

The pleasant sensation of hooves massaging my temple forces me to sigh in relief, although I keep my eyes shut, not daring to risk increasing the already pounding migraine.

"Tia you have to tell him now." Luna pleads desperately. "If this continues any longer than hiding it from our subjects will be an impossibility, especially with the guards and chatty servants."

"No Luna," I gasp, surprising myself with the sheer amount of…roughness my tone has. "He needs more time, I will not force this while he hates me. I need to see love in his eyes, the unknowing recognition of him knowing I only want him to love me."

"Then go to him when he comes tomorrow." Luna persuades gently. "I can feel the dormant magic within him, it won't be long until the change now. A week, maybe two at the most."

Knowing this fills me with happiness and sadness.

But I've put my demons to rest, placed my guilt to one side…and decided with finality that my race comes first.

If gaining my baby and saving my race means erasing Richard Tyler forever…then I will accept it and face that sin every day.

One day I'll even tell him what I did…and hopefully he'll understand.

"Won't he?"

Well you've had that nice little plot twist to keep you company for a while.

So I figured I'd start a little earlier than usual and get the second part done

Not sure if I said there'd be some in this part, but there's not going to be now. Call it the author being a giant tease XD

Anyway without further ado, let's get on with it shall we

Begin!

Richard's Pov

I was...where was I...where am I...

Something else...someone else, is here...curled around me...

The warmth was so comforting...so wonderful. I'd never truly felt anything quite like it.

"Cosmos..."

A soothing voice, female...gentle.

A whimper escaped me, I had little control over it.

"Shush baby," she crooned...who was she?

I wiggled closer into her, her wing enveloping my tiny form like a blanket.

"M...Mo..."

There was a word...I wanted to say it, I NEEDED to say it.

"Mo...M..."

"Hush sweetie," she soothed softly, her muzzle rubbing against my cheek tenderly.

Maybe...maybe she was right...

Sleep...rest...she would keep me safe.

I closed my eyes and snuggled against her, smiling at the lovely laugh that escaped her.

"Shhh baby, it's alright," she whispered lovingly. "Sleep my little sunshine, Mommy will keep you safe...Mommy's here for you..."

"M...Mo...Mommy."

"RICHARD!"

My eyes snapped open, instantly gracing me with the appearance of a very worried changeling. In the midst of my confusion, I let out a yell and fell off the side of the bed, tumbling onto the carpet.

Chrissy quickly hopped off the bed and dashed over to be worriedly.

"Richie, are you alright?" she asked frantically.

"She looks really…uneasy."

"I-I'm fine Chrissy," I soothed cheerfully. "I was just a bit startled, that's all."

She narrowed her eyes at my response and pouted in annoyance, something I've quickly come to realize as one of her particular moods.

Namely the "You're talking shit" mood.

"Richie I could feel a plethora of emotion within you," she scolded crossly. "I don't know what you were dreaming about, but whatever it was, it wasn't anything good."

I raised an eyebrow sceptically at her concern.

"It was just a dream Chrissy," I chuckled dismissively, only to promptly shut up as she swiftly pressed her muzzle against my nose, her eyes boring into mine with a mysterious glow.

"Okay…what is she doing?"

After a few moments, she pulled back slightly and regarded me anxiously.

"That was no ordinary dream Richie," she explained slowly. "It was…a connection of sorts, but I can't see what, the source was too bright."

"A connection?" I stated blandly.

I had no idea her pout could get any cuter, but then again I've been wrong before.

"Yes Richie, a connection," she repeated, her expression rapidly melting into one of concern…of love.

For me…

I don't think I'll ever get used to it.

"It could just have been the sandmare," she muttered quietly.

"Sandmare?"

"Celestia's sister," she explained quickly. "It's one of her many titles my race have given her."

After a few minutes she merely shook her head and smiled at me crookedly, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"It doesn't matter now anyway," she said, sighing happily as she nuzzled her muzzle into my neck, her body more or less resting completely over mine. "No one will ever harm you while I'm around sweetie."

"They'd have to get close enough first," I ribbed teasingly, smirking at the grin I felt rapidly adorning her muzzle.

She merely giggled at my words and decided to plant a kiss…and maybe a few more, including a lick or two, oh and a nibble, down the side of my neck.

"Sugar, as I much as I loved yesterday's fun, I really do need to get ready," I mumbled reluctantly.

"Nooo, stay here with me," she whined childishly, her grip on me tightening…a lot.

It's not like I wanted to go, but as long as I did, they paid me. And as long as I was paid, I could continue to stay out of the rain at night.

"Come on Chrissy, I really do need to-"

I suddenly found myself promptly shut up…you know, because of her tongue and the way it literally shoved itself in my mouth.

Not that I'm ever going to complain…that tongue is freaky.

In a good way mind you.

After a few minutes of being thoroughly dominated by her tongue, the cheeky changeling pulled back and gazed at me hopefully.

"Stay," she ordered, tapping my chest with her hoof lightly.

I sighed and gave her a quick kiss on her muzzle, surprising her if only briefly. She smirked victoriously before returning to her previous position…which was still pretty much laying on me, not that I would ever complain mind you.

The was a sudden knock on the front door, causing me to jump and Chrissy to instinctively change back into a unicorn.

"Ohhh, why can't we just have time to ourselves?" she groaned, a rather cute scrunch adorning her muzzle.

"Because the world hates us," I chuckled, though I was far from amused.

Chrissy just grunted in annoyance and slowly got off of me. She looked up at me as she did so, sliding down my body, her annoyed expression having morphed into a rather cheeky one instead.

"Later," I promised sternly.

Her eyes brightened considerably as her muzzle innocently rubbed against my slightly aroused member, her tongue darting out and giving it a brief lick before she rose to her hooves and sauntered off to the bathroom, swaying her flank teasingly as she did so.

"Bloody tease," I grumbled quietly.

"You know you love it!"

"Christ she has ears like a bat."

I chucked on a pair of boxers and made my way down the stairs and into the hall. I could make out the silhouette of a pegasus through the doors tinted window, a rather annoyingly familiar gold sheen gleaming through it.

I sighed but opened the door and glared down at the Celestial Guard, making no effort to hide my annoyance.

"What do you want?" I asked bitterly.

"Good morning to you too," he chided sarcastically, only to shake his head and take a suspicious looking letter out of his armour.

I eyed Celestia's seal but made no move to take it as he offered it to me. He frowned at this and levitated it just a bit closer to my face.

"The letter's for you sir," he said slowly, as if I were a child.

"Really?" I gasped mockingly. "Holy shit son, thank you for your infinite wisdom; I would've never figured that out for myself."

The guard just sighed and rubbed his muzzle exasperatedly.

"Just take the letter sir," he pleaded tiredly.

"Why, is it going to blackmail my mare again?" I asked snidely.

"I have no idea what you're talking about sir."

"Of course you don't."

I grabbed the letter and slammed the door in his face with little hesitation, taking in a rather scary amount of satisfaction as I did so.

"Hmmm, maybe Chrissy's rubbing off on me."

The sudden image of a panting and oh so sexy Chrissy thrusts its way into my thoughts, causing me to shudder with lust, if but for a moment.

"Stupid brain, not that type of rubbing!"

The mare in question suddenly poked her head around the corner, her true, captivating and despite what she may believe, quite beautiful eyes capturing my own with such ease.

"Are you sure you wanna wait until later?" she purred sultrily, a rather attractive grin adoring her muzzle. "Forgive my crude words beloved, but I can feel how badly you want to ram me."

She suddenly changed back entirely and began swaying her way over to me, her subtle movements enhancing her already gorgeous body, which in turn only served to arouse me further.

I have no idea why I don't particularly find ponies attractive in this world, nor why I find a changeling Queen absolutely stunning. Although maybe…maybe when you love someone as much as I love her, it just makes them so beautiful in your eyes.

And currently, said eyes just so happened to be fixated on a very alluring grin.

"No…you don't just want to ram me do you Richie?" Chrissy crooned seductively. "You need it, you crave it so badly."

I had little warning before she swiftly yet gracefully stood up on her hind legs, placing her forehooves on my chest as her thick yet somewhat snake-like tongue slithered out of her muzzle and parted my lips effortlessly, reaching my own and playing with it teasingly.

Strangely…her iris was even thinner than usual, and even seemed to be glowing subtly.

She withdrew her tongue from my mouth and kissed me deeply…I dropped Celestia's letter and kissed her back, wrapping my arms around her plating tightly.

Chrissy grinned into the kiss and, with some reluctance, broke it and moved her muzzle over to my left ear, where she began to nibble on the lobe playfully.

"I ache terribly for you Richie," she whispered, her provocative voice sending tiny shudders throughout my body. She moved back and gazed at me lovingly…yet with such possessiveness that it almost frightened me.

Said fear vanished as quickly as it came though, I had no reason to be frightened when I knew she would never hurt me.

Her eyes suddenly lost their subtle glow, her iris's returning to their normal size. She shook her head as this happened and let out a rather arousing breath, before looking back at me and…kissing me affectionately.

She broke the kiss shortly after and regarded me with…such a regretful expression.

"Sorry about that baby," she apologized, her expression downcast and remorseful. It soon changed into one of shock however.

My sudden kiss might have had something to do with it.

"What are you sorry for?" I asked, chuckling at her startled expression.

"I-I was forcing myself on you," she confessed, much to my amusement.

"Is she serious?"

"Yeah, because I was totally against you rubbing your body all over mine," I remarked sarcastically.

Chrissy blinked at my tone, but quickly grinned and shook her head, giggling somewhat as I stroked her midsection.

"You're impossible."

"But you love me for it."

It was a little over an hour before I was finally washed and dressed. Celestia's letter was currently being read by Chrissy, mostly to check for any spells placed on it, but also just in case it was some sort of new blackmail.

It was only as I entered the living room that I heard a sharp hissing sound, namely from my girlfriend…or is it marefriend?

Bugfriend?

Changeling…friend?

Fuck if I know.

I instantly caught the sheer amount of fury the moment I saw her face. Her ears were splayed back, her eyes were glowing an eerie green, and her teeth were bared.

"Whoa, what's the matter sugar?" I asked worriedly, trying my best not to flinch as she snapped her eyes onto me.

However once she saw this, or most likely felt it, she forced herself to calm down and smile awkwardly.

"Sorry baby, I didn't mean to look at you like that…it was just…"

Without another word, she thrust the letter over to me, which I caught before sitting down beside her.

Kinda throwing out the need to chuck me the letter eh?

I spread it out and, with a bit of hesitation, began to read what it had to say…what she had to say.

Richard Tyler

I truly hope you're reading this letter, for despite my obvious and terrible attempt to blackmail you and young "Chrissy" earlier, I swear that I meant no ill intent.

I can imagine your disbelief towards these words and I understand it, however I wish to make amends…if you would allow it.

As I not so humbly requested of your beloved, I honestly wish and want to get to know you. In all truthfulness I wish to be your friend, I want and need you to understand why I've done what I have, why I've kept you in Equestria against your wishes.

There is only so much I can explain in a letter, but if any of it can convince you, then I must try to do so.

I have kept you in Equestria to save my race, as you know quite well by now. However my top scientists have informed me that they have all the "samples" they need to continue their work, and as such no longer require you to visit the palace once a week.

But even so, I sincerely desire to meet you in person once again, and hopefully carry a conversation that lasts longer than a few minutes, as well as ending in something other than animosity towards my sister and I.

And as such, I humbly ask that you continue with what would have been your weekly visit today, but instead of heading to the royal laboratory, I instead ask that you go to the royal library and wait for me there.

If you were to do so…and continue doing so, I would most certainly be inclined to increase the number of bits you receive, as well as any other request (Within reason of course) you desire.

Please do not see this as another form of bribery, but instead a gesture of good will, of generosity for allowing myself the experience of getting to know you, and hopefully making your time in Equestria that more enjoyable.

Please also be aware that we have the means to get you home. Not yet of course, for even though they have no more need of you, my scientists have the tendency to be fickle, and quite quick to discover a flaw in something previously thought quite perfect.

This is all on the principle that you still want to go home of course. I would imagine you do, but with the knowledge of dear Chrissy and your relationship with her, I'm not entirely sure.

Therefore I sincerely think that a face to face conversation would benefit the both of us greatly. You do not have to come; you do not even need to reply saying so. And if this is the case then I wish you good fortune and a good life.

Apologies yet again for my atrocious behaviour as of late, I truly meant nothing by it, other than my failed attempt to learn more about you.

Yours truly.

Princess Celestia.

I re-read the letter several times before I finally put it down, regarding it with just a tad of confusion.

Okay maybe a bit more than a tad.

"She wants to…what?"

A familiar hiss startled me out of my thoughts, causing me to jump slightly and look at Chrissy. Her expression was contorted with fury…and yet somehow this made her undeniably sexier than usual.

"Is it not obvious Richie?" she snarled bitterly.

I blinked and grinned sheepishly at her question.

"Not really," I admitted awkwardly.

Chrissy regarded me with a somewhat mocking gaze, playful, yet still carrying the "Are you serious?" question with it.

"She wants to meet up with you in private for a "face to face" conversation," she explained slowly, much to my amusement. "She wants to get to know you, she wants you to visit HER often, and offers anything you desire as a reward for doing so."

"I have no idea what you're trying to say here sugar."

Chrissy sighed in frustration and facepalmed…or rather facehooved her muzzle, muttering what I assumed to be delightful words under her breath. She eventually gazed back up at me and made to say something, only to stop, apparently think…then think some more…for a really long time and-

"She fancies you Richie!" Chrissy blurted loudly, her breath suddenly quite laboured. "Celestia fancies the fucking pants off of you, and if am correct then she has done so for quite some time!"

"What…?"

Celestia fancied me?

…

I couldn't stop the sheer amount of raw laughter that escaped me, I tried, but I really couldn't.

"It's not funny Richie!" she growled angrily. "That prissy princess has a bucking crush on you and…STOP LAUGHING IT'S NOT FUNNY!"

I didn't stop, much to her chagrin as she inevitably pounced and began to mock beat on me. It was probably due to my positive emotions, namely amusement. I'm not entirely sure how it all works, but hilarity tends to make my little love bug very playful, no matter the conversation that led up to it.

Although I do sometimes get some karmic punishment as a consequence.

And thus it was little surprise when she began to tickle my sides with her devious wings.

"Ah no! I'm sorry, stop!" I howled, the both of us laughing uncontrollably. "O-Okay maybe y-you're not p-paranoid, HA STOP!"

Chrissy Pov

I love my Richie, I really do. But sometimes he can be such an ass.

Celestia wanted to talk to him in private, just the two of them, nopony else around to watch or listen in. She wanted to be his friend and would grant any desire Richie wanted if he allowed her to be one. But worst of all, she MUST have known that I would read the letter as well, and thus every careful word on that scroll MUST have been a clear shout for me, for my Richie…as a contest for his heart.

That fat flanked princess liked him, I knew it, I just knew it!

And despite what Richie may believe, I am not paranoid and neither are my assumptions. I'm two hundred and thirty six years old, I know enough about love to write a trilogy on the subject.

And that letter right there was HER baiting me.

"Very well then Celestia, I shall accept this silent challenge and come out victorious!"

Richie had finally succumbed to my tickling and given up, allowing me to retake my comfy position on top of him.

"I think you should go Richie," I advised carefully, trying my best not to flinch at the trickle on anger behind his eyes.

"And why would I do that?" he asked, contempt quite clear in his tone.

I allowed a rather playful grin to adorn my muzzle and lidded my eyes, trying my best not to smirk at the sudden wave of arousal that emanated from him.

"To prove me wrong of course," I purred slowly. "Or is my widdle Richie scared of the big bad princess?"

"I am not scared of her," he scoffed, eyeing me with slight annoyance.

"Then prove it," I countered teasingly. "Go, have a chat with the prissy princess. I'll have a nice…surprise waiting for you when you get back."

Richie cocked an eyebrow and grinned in that…mhmm, lovely way that just makes me melt.

"Well, if you wanna get rid of me that badly," he drawled impishly. "Then I guess I should get going."

I almost…almost stopped him from getting up. He's not the quickest of individuals when it comes to matters of the heart, but when it comes to pressing my buttons…he's a bucking expert.

And oh does he know just how to press my buttons.

Once we had a shower, another in his case, which I may, or may not have forced upon him, and got dressed, Richie began to make his way back down the stairs, myself being just behind him.

Not that I minded.

Have you seen his scrumptious ass?

Richie reached for the door handle but stopped once he grasped it, looking back at me with a worried frown.

"Are you gonna be alright with me gone?" he asked, concern wafting around him subtly.

"I'm not a child Richie," I countered bluntly, but smile at his concern none the less. "I'll be fine, go and fun with little miss slutty slut."

He cocked an amused eyebrow at my very correct analogy of the princess, but still leaned down and gave me a very arousing smooch…only to be forced into another four once he tried to move back.

Don't judge me, he's very sexy.

He opened the door and gave me a half assed salute, before winking and making his way out of the house.

"Oi!" I yelled, smirking as he turned and regarded me with confusion. "You're my baby, not hers. Do anything funny and I'll rip it off!"

Richie visibly gulped at my warning yet somehow managed to grace me with a crooked grin…just the one I love.

I closed the door once he was out of sight and sighed depressingly.

I missed him already...

Celestia Pov

Pain…was all I knew in that moment.

I'd been going through some rather tedious requests when it struck me, right in the middle of court. I screamed in agony right in front of my subjects, causing the guard to go into a panic whilst my beloved sister carried me back to my chambers.

It wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't taking Cosmos's pain as well. Luna tried to convince me not to handle both amounts…but what mother would I be if I willingly allowed my baby to come to harm.

"Gods…I am so tired…"

I honestly couldn't think of anything but the pain…and how long it would be before it finally subsided. Luna was right though, it was getting progressively worse and soon…I wasn't sure if I'd be able to hold it all in anymore.

There was a sudden flash of white above me and a scroll appeared…a very familiar scroll. I grasped it with my hooves, not daring to use my magic for fear of more pain, and opened it.

"He is?!"

I couldn't help the smile that wormed its way onto my muzzle, nor the sudden urge that compelled me to grasp the wooden ball beside me.

And grasp it I did, placing the letter to one side as I held the ball in front of me and remembered…a better time.

The memory carried so many squeals of laughter, of giggling and one…just one word that made me ache all over…with love and affection that nopony would ever understand.

"Mommy!"

Squeals of childish gurgles and giggles as I nuzzled his sensitive stomach, a wide smile adoring my muzzle as he repeated the only word he knew.

There was a wooden ball in his hooves, crafted by both Harold and myself.

"Cosmos…" I whisper gently. "Can thou say "Mommy"?"

"Mommy!"

A wide grin adorned my muzzle as he repeated the word yet again, his eyes large and innocent.

I felt two very familiar arms wrapping themselves around my barrel, lips tracing my neck playfully as he chuckled deeply.

"I told you you'd be a fantastic mother," he reminded tenderly, laughing as I sighed with pleasure.

"Was this before or after thou ran for the hills at the declaration of our pregnancy?" I asked teasingly, much to his grumbling.

Said grumbling was quickly silenced with a kiss…our kiss.

Gods…I loved him so much.

A sudden flash snapped us out of our affections and back onto the bundle in the cot. Although any worry I had was quickly quenched with the sight of my baby…our baby.

My little colt was now a young…boy, I believed Harold told me. Neither of us were sure why, but he had eventually chalked it up to magic and our miracle child mixing up.

We had no idea how Cosmos came to be…He was born a healthy Alicorn, yet for whatever reason had trouble staying so.

Not that it mattered. He was our baby and I loved him no matter what he looked like. Besides from what Harold had been able to deduce…my little sunshine would eventually remain an Alicorn.

His humanity would be burned away by sheer raw power it could never contain.

My lover was…unsettled by this, but eventually accepted it after a little argument…which was then made up with a little lovemaking.

Harold gently picked our baby up and held him protectively; smiling down at him with such tenderness that I previously thought only a mare could show. I quickly noticed Cosmos about to cry and nuzzled him gently, licking his small cheek in an attempt to pacify his distress.

The swiftness in which he fell asleep once more was wonderful.

"You always did have a magic touch dear," Harold whispered lovingly, smiling as he placed Cosmos back in his cot.

"Thou would know it, wouldn't thee," I teased, a hint of sultriness within my tone.

Harold cocked an eyebrow in amusement and grinned crookedly, before gesturing to the door that linked our chambers to Cosmos's.

"Care to show me sweetheart?" he growled quietly, his finger and thumb massaging my right ear gently.

It felt so good…

I grinned at my beloved and trotted towards the door, my tail dragging across his chest enticingly.

"We would."

My eyes were snapped open by yet another flash of white, another scroll appearing out of thin air.

"Did I fall asleep?" I pondered silently. "The link must be taking more out of me than I thought."

Sighing, I wiped away a few stray tears, whether from waking up or the dream itself I did not know. I took the scroll in my hooves and unfolded it quickly.

I smiled widely and chucked both scrolls in the fireplace, before slowly getting up and making my way towards the bathroom.

It'd do me some good to freshen up before he arrives.

Just before I close the door however, I decided to carefully light up my horn and levitate the wooden ball back into its case, before locking all twenty four of the magical seals.

I would never let my only reminder be lost.

Richard Pov

Do you have any idea how long it took me to get to Canterlot?

Five hours!

Do you how long it took me to reach the castle?

Forty five fucking minutes!

Do you wanna know how long I'd been waiting in that mother fucking, bucking library!

TOO LONG!

Okay so I was a little grouchy, but in all honesty I never wanted to leave the house.

"This is Chrissy's fault," I decided grumpily. "Yep, this is all because of her stupid baiting and her stupid, sexy grin and…and maybe that ass."

Don't judge me, it's a fine ass.

I waited for a few more minutes but Celestia still didn't show. In fact as I looked down at my watch and saw the time, I realized that I'd been sitting in that bloody library for twenty God damn minutes.

"Fuck this, she had her chance!"

Okay so maybe I didn't warn her beforehand. But I told her guard that I was expected, and he apparently went off to confirm this, so by all accounts she really should have shown up.

None the less I got up and made my way out of the library, checking both sides of the corridor for Celestia before sighing and making my way through the seemingly endless amount of them.

I was walking back through a seriously shiny one when I bumped into her. Not physically mind you, but our eyes locked as she turned the corner, so avoiding her was pretty much impossible after this.

And there it was, the warm, impossibly bright smile that seemed to light up the whole corridor.

She was always smiling whenever I saw her, even more so when she spotted me. Why this was so, I had no idea…maybe Chrissy was onto something when she suggested Celestia crushing on me.

Or maybe not…I'm not sure why but the idea of that bitch having a crush on me just feels wrong, taboo even.

"Oh, hello Richard," she greeted warmly, that infuriating smile widening as she made her way over to me. "Sorry I'm so late, but I lost track of the time."

"And wasted my time in the process." I seethed silently.

Deciding to simply ignore her, I instead tried to make my way past her, only for the annoying mare to block my path with her right wing.

"Fine," I growled impatiently. "Hello, how are you? Great, that's fantastic, goodbye."

I tried yet again to get past her, namely by ducking under her wing and continuing on my way to the exit. To my surprise I actually managed to do so, I was home free!

Unfortunately…

As I made to turn the corner, a very beautiful and somewhat…nostalgic tune touched my ears…filled up my mind. I turned back around and looked at Celestia…she was still smiling, even as she hummed that wonderful melody.

She began walking over to me leisurely, carefully, as if speeding up would cause me to snap out of whatever hold her voice trapped me in.

"Wha…what a…are…you…"

Her wings gently wrapped themselves around me, enfolding me in such warmth…such protection, that I knew that no harm would ever come to me.

She would never let it...

My knees suddenly felt very week, my thoughts were dulled, my body felt so faint…I felt so tired. Celestia sat down on her rump and…and somehow, despite me being both taller and heavier than her, managed to use her hooves and gently force me onto my knees, our eyes locked onto each other.

She gazed at me with such…love, yet not the same love that I was used to. I couldn't explain it, or figure out what it even was. Yet I was content not to…for all I wanted in that moment was to shuffle even closer and fall asleep.

She was still humming that tune…it was so lovely. I didn't even care that we were suddenly in what could only have been her chambers.

"I…must have…have closed my eyes…"

My neck started to itch slightly, irritating me for but a moment until Celestia snuffed it out with a soothing lick, erasing the itch entirely. But as soon as it was quenched, my knuckles began to ache…moving them hurt terribly. But alas they too were to be quenched as she kissed each one lovingly, a slight flicker of gold sparkling after each kiss.

"Thank…you," I mumbled sluggishly, my mouth somewhat numb and…difficult to open.

Celestia stopped humming that wonderful tune and smiled widely at my words, moving her muzzle down so as to nuzzle my cheek gently.

"Shush sweetie," she soothed, her voice echoing within my very soul.

She moved back a tad and gazed down at me with such…emotion, that I was left speechless. Not that I felt like talking anymore anyway.

"You're so very tired aren't you?" she whispered tenderly, a sort of…relaxing echo surrounding her words. "Maybe you should close your eyes for a moment."

Sleep?

Was she…maybe she was…sleep would be nice…

My eyes were so heavy…thoughts impossible to form…so tired…

Another nuzzle against my cheek…so relaxing.

"Can't sleep…Chrissy is…waiting…" I murmured quietly, my voice sounding…strangely higher in pitch.

"Shhh, it's okay," she comforted softly. "It's just the two of us now sweetie, right now I'm the only mare you'll ever need."

A very minute part of me screamed in protest as I heard this…but I was too tired to care and thus her warmth swiftly smothered it.

"Sleep baby," she breathed lovingly. "Mommy's here for you…"

I was vaguely aware of everything becoming larger…or maybe it was myself becoming smaller. Whatever the reason was, I cared little…little…little else except for suddenly being gazed at with massive magenta orbs…touched with a muzzle almost bigger than myself.

"I love you and will always take care of you," Mommy promised tenderly. "And when the time comes to save our race, you will do so without hesitation. Because by then…you will love Mommy too."

I tried to say…something, but a mere gurgle was all that escaped my lips…my muzzle.

Mommy smiled and kissed my tummy soothingly, the both of us giggling as she did so. A bright golden light appeared in front of me, followed up with a wave of drowsiness.

I was tired…and so my eyes closed, the world fading away with it.

"Goodnight my little sunshine…"

My eyes snapped opened as I shot up, panting and instantly checking my entire body for…ANYTHING equine.

"No hooves, no fur, no muzzle, no stupidly long ears…I'm okay…I'm…I'M NOT OKAY!"

It took absolutely ages for me to stop and breath, to stop and think as I suddenly became aware of the fancy looking room I seemed to be in.

"I must be in…in one of the palace chambers," I thought decisively.

With a small sigh I closed my eyes and tried my best to breath, to think about anything other than that…disturbing dream.

"YMMOM, EREHW ERA UOY?!"

The bizarre words escaped my lips before I had the chance to stop it. And with the overwhelming sensation of…desperation, desperation for someone dearly important to me, covering my mouth was all I could do to stop myself from screaming.

"What the fuck was that!" I yelled silently. "Am I…am I losing it?!"

I tried to focus back on what Chrissy said this morning…but found myself simply unable to do so. My mind was a mess, I was sweating like a bitch, my throat hurt like hell and I had one mother of a migraine.

"Mommy will take care of you…"

"Ahh no!"

I untangled myself from the fancy sheets and fell onto the floor, my migraine worsening greatly. Yet with some sort of divine willpower, I managed to force myself onto my feet and make my way out of the palace.

Because if there was one thing I knew for certain in that moment, it was this.

I had to get away from Celestia!

My dream from the morning…it came back at full force. I couldn't stop myself from remembering all of it, all the soft words and gentle touches…the warmth of a mothers touch.

Something I'd never truly experienced…not with my whore of a mother, that's for sure.

"Celestia ISN'T our mother!" I raged mentally. "It was just a dream, a nightmare…that felt so real."

"My little sunshine…"

I grasped my head and let out a hoarse yell of pain, I couldn't help it. It was like something was trying to force its way out of my skull.

With my eyes blurred, I was vaguely aware of ponies in front of me…I think they were trying to stop me.

But I couldn't stop, I had to get back to Chrilestia.

"Who…?"

I had to get back to…to…

The feel of fresh air stroked my skin soothingly, yet did nothing to lessen the pain I felt.

Nothing could ever lessen the pain.

Except…it was lessening.

It took me far too long to realize that I was no longer outside…but instead inside of someone's chambers.

Chambers from that dream, that nightmare…

"No…"

Two large wings wrapped themselves around me from behind…and the world faded away once more.

Sorry for the wait guys, but don't worry.

Since I took so long with this part, I figured I'd try my best to get the next one up as soon as I can, and thus will start on it tomorrow :D

As always, don't hesitate to tell me what you think, but most of all…enjoy!

And sorry, but the sex is going to be in the next part instead of this one. So here's your warning. If you don't like Human on Changeling sex (Kinkiest sex ever IMO), then kindly click the X button and go away when it happens.

Just kidding, although if you don't like clop, then I seriously suggest that you don't read any more of this story.

Anyway without further ado…

Begin!

Richard Pov

"What's happening to me?"

I was floating amongst a sea of darkness, no light in sight, no warmth, no protection…

Where was my warmth, my protection?

I…I needed it…I ached for it…

But there was nothing here, nothing except the endless black, the never ending waves of despair…of loss. Yet…there it was, I could FEEL it nearing me, enveloping me in such warmth that I embraced it with such vigour, such neediness.

Then all of a sudden…a tune, a melody began to surround me, filling up my mind, my soul. The tune itself was simple, yet somehow so beautiful. I could feel tears trickling down my face as the ache began to cease.

But then another warmth, a slightly damp warmth dried them away lovingly. A voice soon followed, a familiar voice that filled me with comfort and safety…yet also a dredge of fear, of hate.

"Don't cry baby. Mommy's here, everything is going to be alright…"

How could I ever hate that voice, fear that voice…the voice of my mother.

The darkness around me faded out, before an intense light sparked to life in front of me. The light, the warmth it gave off…I…I wanted it, I wanted it so badly. And so I gave unto my desires and reached out, stretching, reaching, aching to touch…before finally.

The light flared as I grasped it, its light blinding me, scorching me with its heat, overwhelming me until-

I slowly became aware of numerous sensations, said sensations becoming ever more noticeable as I forced my weary eyes open. And open they did, the world, my world around me becoming swiftly blocked by a mass of the brightest…yet loveliest white I had ever seen.

"Mother," I whispered, my throat aching with the effort. "Moth…Mommy…Mother…"

Why…why was I calling for my mother?

My mother had abandoned me and Emily, so why did ache for her touch so desperately?

My answer came to me swiftly as the white mass moved, nearing me until something unbelievably gentle touched my cheek.

"Shhhh…" soothed such a gentle voice.

Oh, oh that voice.

I…it made me feel…feel…cared for, loved…

Oh why couldn't I see properly?

Why couldn't I…see?

"I can't see," I whimpered, that realization flooding me with terror. "Where's…where's Mommy…Mother…I can't see."

The white mass suddenly disappeared, followed up by a sudden dip in the…bed I was apparently lying on. The next thing I knew, an unbelievable amount of warmth eased its way under the covers, before enveloping me softly. A…muzzle joined it, nuzzling my face, nose and neck lovingly.

"Close your eyes sweetie," crooned the voice.

Close them?!

"No please," I begged, frightened tears trickling down my face. "I don't want to, I scared of the dark, please don't make me."

Warm, deep breaths were suddenly upon my neck, followed up by…a tongue slowly licking my chin, yet with nothing but the purest of intentions behind it…I don't know how I knew…I just…did.

"Oh…my little sunshine, don't be afraid," the voice whispered tenderly. "Mommy's right here, I'm right here…I love you and will always protect you."

"Mommy?"

I suddenly became aware of a…hoof easing its way around my stomach, before gently forcing its way into my hand, which quickly grasped said hoof.

"Keep hold of my hoof sweetie," she murmured softly. "And know when you close your eyes…it, and I, will still be here beside you."

I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips, nor the sudden urge that forced me to snuggle backwards, stopping only when my bare back touched Mother's…Mommy's incredibly soft fur. Her soft laughter was music to my ears, almost like a lullaby.

No…wait…

"Hush now, quiet now, it's time to lay your sleepy head," Mommy sang softly, her voice echo so wonderfully around me. "Hush now, quiet now, it's time to go to bed…"

As my eyes closed against their will, something gently touched the back of my head.

The world faded away.

"Chrissy…help…me…"

…

"Richie?"

Chrissy Pov

"Chrissy…help…me…"

"Richie?"

Something was wrong.

I have no idea what it was, what it is…but something was wrong.

Wrong with Richie, my Richie.

I…I can't explain it, but somehow I heard him, felt his fear, his terror and the way it began to slowly overwhelm him…all of it fast, yet somehow unhurried.

"Was I…imagining it?"

I was in the middle of putting on some rather saucy stockings when I experienced that…connection. Yet it happened so swiftly that I dismissed the feeling almost immediately.

The stockings were all for Richie's pleasure once he returned home. Yet as I stared at the unicorn in the mirror and silently measured up my sanity, my eyes…they glowed of their own violation. My body suddenly became its true self, but it became so, did so, by its own will.

"What the fuck?" I yelped, surprise flooding my thoughts.

Never in all my life have I unwillingly changed, whether back to me or another form, without my wanting too. Yet I had just done so…and as I searched my mind for a reason, an answer, I slowly became aware of, yet again, that undeniable wrongness prodding my very being.

Something was wrong, and without a single clue why, I just knew that Richie was the cause of it.

And so I forced myself to change back, stripping the stockings from my smexy form, before making my way downstairs and out of the house.

I locked it of course, with the second key Richie had ordered just for me.

"Because he loves me," I swooned silently. "He wanted me to be with him at all times, for all of time…and by my mother did I want the same."

It took a few minutes, but as I stopped and spied the Royal Palace in the distance, hiding in between two thick bushes, I forced myself to snap out of my lovestruck stupor and try to…focus on the connection I'd felt earlier.

For a short while there was nothing…but then there it was, that minute, barely noticeable link stretching all the way to Canterlot.

To my lover.

"How?" I pondered silently. "We never mated, I never injected my blood into him…I would have known…wouldn't of I?"

As I thought on it, something, somewhere deep within me stirred. I shuddered, recognising it as the primal side to me, to my conscious changeling instincts. Yet as I mentally prepared to fight off waves of desperate need, the need to cradle my heart's desire and love him in every way. Before finally, gently, lovingly biting down and injecting that which would bond us for life…the urge I awaited did not come.

Instead I was only met with a sheer purr of satisfaction, of glee and love…contented love.

"Why isn't it raging like it has been?" I asked myself. "I should be straining with the effort to keep it contained."

I needed answers…and so I did what changeling's are told NOT to do.

I opened my mind and allowed the basic mentality to flood my very core, if but for a brief moment. In that moment I felt…unbelievably happy. I felt as though all my needs had been quenched, all…except one.

Mating isn't necessary to strike up a bond, it helps certainly, but…it isn't absolutely essential for a bond to be formed, especially not an unwilling one. Yet somehow I just knew that what I felt…wasn't unwilling. It was true and wonderful, lovely and breath taking

But I knew…I knew…

My vision was fervently, suddenly assaulted with a vision, a…memory. A memory I had no recollection having…or having done any of what I now saw.

In third person?

I…I was watching myself, outside of my body. I knew that sometimes this could happen, but only during a changeling's final hours.

So how was I...?

I saw myself; my eyes glowing as they snapped open and instantly locked onto…Richie's neck! My beloved was asleep, deeply so in fact…I couldn't help the satisfied sigh that escaped my lips as I watched the memory…the memory of him sleeping so contently, no troubles in the world.

But then it happened…and no matter how much I wanted to stop it, to wake up my treasured human and shove that…primal version of me aside, alas…I could do nothing.

Nothing but watch as she…I, delicately smothered the side of his neck in my numbing saliva…before gently sinking my fangs into it, my horn lighting up faintly as sacred magic softly caressed his face. Only to rapidly pour itself into both of his ears.

To keep him asleep…and more…

His eyes suddenly glowed under their lids, something that surprised me slightly, yet did nothing to my past self's obvious one track mind.

"No, no!" I cried silently. "This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. We were meant to bond upon declaring our need to be together for all eternity."

I could only watch as I withdrew from his neck, an expression of savage glee adorning my muzzle as the magic ceased, the tongue, my tongue closing the small holes with but a loving lick,

The bond had been struck.

"Why haven't I felt anything until now?" I thought, curiosity overriding my despair momentarily. "We were together this morning, yet I didn't feel-"

Only I did…in the corridor as I sensed my beloved's lust and love…all for me.

Something compelled me in that moment, neigh, something demanded that I act, that I take him and show him everything, love him with everything, care and caress him with all my love…for him.

It was only with great effort that I stopped myself, the sudden realization of how desperately I needed, neigh, craved to make love with him terrifying me.

Richie had merely laughed it off and soothed my troubled mind, but now...

I saw myself about to mount him, my magic removing our covers and grasping his length, sheer primal lust and instinct driving my actions.

"No…no please, don't show me…don't tell me that I-"

Suddenly, my past self…stopped. The glow vanished, she collapsed…and then the memory speed up, showing Richie tiredly pulling the covers back, kissing my head lovingly…and then murmuring, shaking, tossing and turning until-

"RICHIE!"

He woke up and fell out of the bed, myself rushing to him with worry adorning my muzzle.

…

I blinked once, twice…and the world finally swam back into focus.

"We formed a bond yet I did not transfer the gene cleansing venom into him…only my blood. And we did not mate, I still have, WE still have that precious act left to perform!"

Glee and terrible shame were flooding me simultaneously. Shame for what I had unconsciously done and glee for what I had not.

"I know I had little control over what I did…yet I will tell him, and hope…more than hope, I will plead and beg that he forgives and loves me still."

With that thought firmly repeating itself within my mind, I tried to focus on the bond I now knew we shared.

And now that I knew…said bond enveloped my very soul.

I could feel him, him and I. I could literally see just how interwoven our very spirits were. How they were wrapped around each other, caressing each other so lovingly.

Pure unadulterated happiness flooded my mind, my body and soul. For I could feel…everything, all his love and just how much of it was directed at me.

"Oh Richie, I love you so much I…wait, what's that?"

A sudden burst of love, familial love, unexpectedly erupted from him, forcing our tied up essences to loosen, to very nearly become undone.

"Familial love?" I thought incredulously. "He has no family left; who could he possibly love in such a manner?"

It made no sense; he was with Celestia wasn't he? So why was he feeling such a love right…now…

A memory, an explanation from my beloved echoed within my mind. Yet it was impossible in its meaning…it couldn't be.

Could it?

"Why does she want to know about my childhood?" he asked, a puzzled expression adorning that gorgeous face.

"I don't have a clue," I answered truthfully. "Has she…how does she act around you?"

He put the letter down on his coffee table before gazing at me contemplatively.

"Well…now that you bring it up, she's actually a little bit funny around me," he said thoughtfully.

Now that grabbed my attention.

"Funny in what way?" I asked innocently.

"Well she's sometimes a little bit…personal with her questions," he began slowly. "I mean when she and Luna all but begged me to stay and save your race, she was very…adamant about it. More so than her sister actually."

He broke from his explanation and pursed his lips in thought. I could feel a very unusual amount of nostalgia emanating from him all of a sudden.

But it went away as quickly as it came, exactly as Richie seemed to snap out of his thoughts.

"And apart from a few times when she tried to hug me, unsuccessfully mind you, she's pretty much been…normal I suppose."

As the thought finally dispersed, I shook my head and pursed my lips in thought, a bizarre yet…possible scenario flowing around my mind.

"Why would he be feeling nostalgic?" I thought suspiciously. "I gave it no thought at the time, but now…"

I had to know more; I had to be certain of what it was that I was thinking, impossible though it was.

But as a Queen, I was brought up to expect the unexpected, to never rule out a scenario, a thought, incredulous and impossible as it might have sounded.

And so…I had to go to Celestia herself.

Celestia…the only one I in all honesty feared above all others. Not because of her power, nor her centuries of experience…but because a few words, simple words…could separate Richie and I.

For once she figured out who and what I really was, the future, our future together would become so…difficult to obtain. Simply running away would have been beyond difficult, but I truly feel that we could have handled it. Yet with the knowledge of my true identity, she would have the perfect reason to send her entire guard after us, as well as her sister's. We would have no peace from either of them.

Maybe they would even come after us themselves.

I have no idea how powerful I am, truly I don't. I had no idea if I could defeat her as I did before, let alone both of them.

"All I've wanted is for us to be together Richie," I thought, desperately hoping that he somehow heard my desperate hope. "To be together until death, to raise a family, to give life unto the changeling race once more…I just want…want us to be together…forever."

I felt my eyes moisten with unshed tears and blinked them away quickly, refusing to let myself fret over something that might not come to pass.

Yet the fact still stood, I had to go to the palace. Being seen wasn't too much of a problem, I could use any excuse for my being there. I just had to hope that no one sensed my magic and recognized it…or worse, that I accidently changed back to my true self.

"I'm coming baby. Whatever the cause of your fear, it will NOT affect us…I swear it."

I love him; nothing will harm him while I still breathe.

Richard's Pov

I awoke with a start, the echoes of such an achingly familiar voice reverberating within my mind. Shaking my head and the voice away, I rubbed my blurry eyes and blinked until my vision came back completely.

"W-Where am I?" I croaked wearily, looking around the posh room and frowning at its suddenly familiarity.

"The palace?" I realized slowly. "Why am I…what happened?"

I racked my brain for the last thing I remembered…only to experience a rather excruciating pain, forcing me to cry out and grasp at my forehead, gritting my teeth as I breathed through them.

"Ahh, my head!"

I fought against the sudden agony and forced myself to get out of the bed. To my surprise, I was wearing what looked like…pyjamas?

"Where the hell did I-"

I quickly lost my train of thought as yet another blast of pain erupted within my head, causing me to teeter on the spot as I fought to stay upright.

Cursing loudly, I searched around the room and found my original clothing hanging over a chair. Gritting my teeth once more, I trudged my way over to it and took off my pyjamas, putting my clothes back on.

Just as I finished putting on my trainers, the door suddenly opened, Celestia trotting gracefully inside. She spotted me right away and smiled serenely, her eyes radiating with such warmth that I had to grasp the chair, the urge to run over and collapse on her was nearly overwhelming.

"What happened?" I asked, irritation driving me as another wave of pain reverberated in my skull.

Her smile wavered somewhat as her eyes widened in a bizarre realization. Yet it was brief, and said smile swiftly returned as she answered my question.

"You collapsed," she replied gently. "I was in the middle of apologizing when you fainted right in front of me."

"I fainted?" I questioned. "But I remember…I think I, OW!"

I yelped in pain as something pulsated angrily, right in the center of my forehead.

"Oh my, are you alright?" Celestia asked, worry permeating her tone.

"Yeah I'm fine, it's just mY HEAD!"

My knees buckled and I fell onto the floor, bumping my forehead against it. The pain as I did so was indescribable.

My vision darkened and it began to waver in and out of focus. The suddenly sound of Celestia's voice nearing me, as well as her hooves, did nothing to alleviate this.

"Richard!" she cried, anxiety and fear obvious within her tone.

I had little warning before she literally cradled me in her forehooves, my cheek being pressed against the soft fur on her barrel. To my absolute embarrassment in fact, a pitiful whimper escaped me, even whilst I eagerly buried my face into her fur.

"Shush little one, it's alright, I'm here now," she crooned lovingly.

I suddenly found myself being levitated up and under the covers, my vision flickering in and out as Celestia's face filled it, a loving smile adorning her muzzle.

"I'm going to go and get something that'll help ease the pain," she explained softly. "Can you wait for mommy to get back?"

My lips contorted into a sleepy smile as I nodded, not having to really put any thought into my answer.

Why would I, she was my mother after all.

"That's a good colt," she praised affectionately, kissing the center of my forehead gently, simultaneously soothing the throbbing I felt there. "Just close your eyes sweetie, I'll be right back."

Obeying, I closed my eyes and smiled widely as yet another kiss was planted on my forehead. Mother hummed happily and left the room, her trotting swift yet somewhat…joyous to my ears.

…

"Wait, MOTHER!?"

The realization of what she had said, what I had willingly thought, suddenly flooded my mind.

How was it possible for her to be my mom?

It wasn't, it was impossible. I wasn't a pony, I was human!

And yet…I couldn't deny the way my very soul had thoroughly enjoyed being held by her, nor could I deny how lovely I found her soothing voice to be.

"No!" I cried silently. "I am Richard Tyler, I am human. Celestia is NOT my mother, no matter what she says, no matter what I think…think…I have to get out of here!"

Yet as I forced myself out of the covers mommy, NO, Celestia had wrapped around me, something within me cried out in denial.

"Don't go, we don't need to. Mommy will come back, she will! Then she will hold us and love us as we pass out into a content slumber…Don't we want this?"

"I…I don't want this," I mumbled feebly. "I want to go home, I want Chrissy."

"But we don't want her," the voice whispered. "We want mommy. We want to sleep with her wing protecting us, her muzzle loving us with each nuzzle."

I hate to admit it, but a part of me did want this…terribly so.

Yet none the less I still made my way out of the room, ignoring the guard stationed outside the door.

"Wait a minute sir," he ordered gruffly. "Princess Celestia has ordered us to stop you from leaving this chamber for the time being. So if you don't mind, I would really-"

"Oh fuck off!" I screeched, the pain and his ordering causing me to lash out.

My fist hit the side of his helmet…and DENTED it. The guard in question went flying into the wall, where he quickly crumpled and remained motionless but for his ragged breathing.

"How did I…?"

Shaking the thought from my mind, I forced myself to limp onward, trying my utmost to ignore the little voice in my head, pleading with me to go back, to undress and lay down…waiting for momlestia to come back and cuddle with me.

I was literally shaking with the desire to do so, and tears were trickling down my cheeks as I denied it.

I ached for it that badly.

"Mommy…we want our mommy!" the voice begged. "Please, we need her…we're scared…"

"Shut up…shut up…shut up…" I repeated wearily, blinking furiously to try to quell the tears.

I turned a corner and spied an open door, sunlight creeping through it. Smiling tiredly, I staggered my way over to it and pulled it completely open, before continuing and making my way outside.

As I looked around and took in my surroundings, a smidge of dread trickled into my thoughts.

"I have no idea where I am."

I was outside of the palace that much was obvious. The door must have been some sort of shortcut out of it…yet it wasn't Canterlot. Fortunately as I struggled onwards, Canterlot suddenly showed itself…about half a mile or so in the distance.

"Just my luck," I whispered blearily, before sighing and slowly making my way towards it and away from the palace. "I'll be fine…I'll be…fine…"

Unfortunately…everything started to go wrong.

I could feel the sheer amount of sweat on my body forcing my clothes to stick, creating an unbearably awkward sensation.

Then the pain came back.

"Ahh my head!" I yelled, gritting my teeth as tears trickled down my face.

It felt horrible, as though something was trying to force its way out of my skull. And that's not to mention the unbearable amount of agony I felt just below my shoulder blades.

But worst of all…best…worst…my head…

"Mommy!"

"Chrissy!"

"Mom..my…"

"Chr…iss…s…y"

I could barely form a coherent thought. In fact all I could think of, all I desperately wanted in that moment was to find Chrissy…I needed her.

"No…you need me Richard," soothed a warm voice…one that I couldn't help but recognize. "You need your Mother…don't run away…"

"AHH, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I screamed, my voice strained and hoarse.

A sharp pain struck every part of me at once…there's no word in any language that could ever describe the sheer intensity of it all.

With blurry eyes I forced myself to make my way through the outer rim of Canterlot, trying my best not to be found or heard. Though given that I was screaming like a madman, I certainly wasn't helping in that regard.

"I need to find…Chrissy," I mumbled desperately. "I need to find…Chrissy…I need to…find…Chrommy, NO!"

I fell to my knees as another wave of pain flooded through me. I could feel my thoughts, what little I could form, meld together, forming one plea…just one.

And not from me.

"Don't move anymore baby, let mommy find you," Celestia crooned softly, her voice echoing within my mind. "Open your mind and let mommy soothe away the pain."

I couldn't move…it was a simple as that. I just…couldn't make myself move.

"Chrissy," I whimpered pitifully. "Help…me…"

The sound of wings beating against the air reached my ears, followed swiftly by a muzzle, a touch on my cheek, a touch so soothing that I was forced to bite back a sob of mixed relief…and fear.

I felt myself being levitated onto her back, her rose coloured orbs never leaving me. There was such…love within them, love for me and only me.

"No," I murmured weakly. "Chrissy..."

"Shush sweetheart."

Oh god…her voice was everywhere, surrounding my very soul, my mind, my ears…everywhere.

And the love it carried…this time I did sob, I couldn't help it.

I was a man, but she reduced me to but a child with nothing more than her eyes and voice.

"Chrissy…I must find…I must…I…must!"

A memory of Chrissy and I, playing, teasing, kissing and holding each other…I held onto it, even as it threatened to slip away.

But then Celestia was there once more, nuzzling my nose gently, kissing my forehead lovingly.

"Sleep Richard…" Celestia lulled softly. "You will feel so much better."

The memory vanished, as if suddenly set alight, the fire burning the memory away.

And then…the world began to fade along with it.

...

Until…

"What, YOU!"

"Get the fuck off of him!"

A wave of green light surrounded me, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground.

Celes…Mo…was no longer by me.

"Richie?"

I suddenly found myself being turned over onto my back…and nearly cried out in relief as my senses rapidly returned to me.

Chrissy was looking down at me…in her true form. Tears were trickling down her cheeks, yet a loving smile adorned her muzzle.

She looked beautiful.

"Hey gorgeous…"I croaked weakly, lifting an extremely heavy hand to her cheek and caressing it tenderly.

"Hey yourself," she giggled, a tinge of joy surrounding her as she helped me sit up with her magic.

"Wait…I can see her emotions?"

"And I can hear your thoughts," she countered, yet with nothing but love behind it.

"How-"

"Changeling!"

The sound of Celestia's voice caused me to tremble with equal fear and affection, a mix that did nothing but confuse me and my senses once more.

Chrissy looked up and glared at…at…HER, a hiss escaping her lips.

"What have you done to him!" she demanded, anger clouding the air around her.

"Nothing, not that it is any of your concern," Celestia snapped, her gaze switching from my lover and onto me, where it morphed into one of concern, only to snap back onto Chrissy and widen in realization.

"Chrissy I presume?" she asked sternly, not that Chrissy gave her an ounce of surprise in return, choosing instead to snarl and narrow her eyes.

"What have you done to him?" Chrissy repeated, refusing to play Celestia's game.

How I knew, I had no idea…I just did.

"Nothing," Celestia repeated. "None of it is your concern anyway. You're a wanted terrorist and deserve no quarter for what you did to my niece, as well as her husband."

To my surprise however, Celestia's expression became kind, motherly almost.

"However, I understand why you did it," she continued softly.

"You understand nothing!" Chrissy snapped angrily. "Nothing of me, my race or our struggles!"

"I know you were desperate," Celestia soothed gently. "I know you and your subjects were starving, and I know how starvation can affect the mind."

She looked down at me and smiled even wider, much to my terror…and joy.

"I offer you a chance to discuss this with me like two civilized beings. All I ask is that you return Richard to me first." she proposed kindly. "It is obvious how much you care for him, but I promise you that he will not be harmed."

"I'm not…going anywhere with…you!" I protested, struggling as I did to get the words out.

Celestia merely smiled at my words and gazed right into my eyes.

"Hush little one," she soothed…in my head! "I sense your fear, but it is misplaced for I will never hurt you."

Her presence swiftly began to smother my mind, enveloping it…me, in such a soothing embrace.

To my surprise however, Celestia physically recoiled and stepped back a few paces, her eyes wide with shock. At the same time, her presence faded away, leaving nothing but…someone else in her place.

Someone…who was radiating protection and love…all for me.

"Chrissy?"

"You know I was actually going to agree with your terms Celestia," Chrissy hissed suddenly. "But violating his mind and trying to force calm into my beloved just ruined your chances."

Celestia blinked in shock, but quickly lit up her horn and aimed it at Chrissy.

"Don't do this Chrissy," she warned dangerously. "I'm offering you the chance for both our species to peacefully co-exist, do not throw that away!"

My lover frowned at her words, yet actually looked as though she was considering them.

Was she?

"I'm sorry Celestia," she said, her words causing Celestia to raise her head and shut off her magic. "Truly I am, for both of us."

Chrissy gazed down at me with such…agony in her expression, yet a small loving smile gradually replaced it.

"But I care more about Richard then anything, including the future of my species."

She snapped her tear filled eyes back onto Celestia and glared furiously at her, her spite permeating in the air. Celestia quickly lit up her horn again…yet not quickly enough.

Chrissy's horn lit up, the normal green glow increasing in size, in power.

"I'm sorry mother," wept a voice in my head. "I've failed you."

I barely had any time to blink before she unleashed her magic…destroying absolutely everything in her path.

Okay, so here's the next chapter, and a little later than I thought it'd be XD

Just a warning for all you close-minded people. This chapter IS going to contain sexual content. I'm not sure how long it's going to be, but it'll be in there.

In any case, I hope you enjoy the chapter, and if I don't upload anything after this, then spam me with hatemail, it's hilarious XD

Begin!

Chrissy Pov- Nineteen Minutes Ago.

Fear…

All I could feel was fear, and pain.

"Richie?"

I tried so very hard to direct my thoughts towards my lover…but no matter how hard I tried, something else always managed to block me off.

I couldn't tell if it was magic or simply the sheer amount of terror unconsciously deflecting my call. But whatever it was…I didn't like it, I didn't like it one little bit.

"Fear not my love," I crooned silently, hoping against hope that it reached him. "Whatever is causing your fear will NOT do so much longer…I swear it!"

I am not ashamed to reveal just how frightened I was to practically storm Celestia's palace. For I was afraid, of her, of her sister…of what could happen to Richie if I was discovered and chained.

The royal sisters could do anything to him, nevermind me. They could erase all memory of me from him, all our moments, all our arguments and the way we always made up afterwards. Heck even if they failed to capture me, they could and most likely would hide him away from the world…from me.

To infiltrate a castle is hard enough, but doing it whilst it's on full alert...Impossible.

I blinked and forced myself to focus as the castle came into full view, a couple of Celestial guards standing by the great doors.

To my surprise, the area around us was conveniently empty. But if anything it only made my infiltration that much easier to accomplish.

Their eyes flickered onto me as I neared, their expressions grim yet unyielding in their true emotions.

Unfortunately for them, I could feel everything they could. And right then, all I could feel was a certain amount of uneasiness, and most bizarrely, slight terror.

"Now why are they afraid of little ol' me?" I pondered curiously, only to snap out of it as the one of them cleared his throat.

"Can we help you ma'am?" he asked, his voice expertly hiding his true feelings.

"Yes actually," I answered, subtly batting my eyes at the nervous guard. "I was wondering if you fine gentlecolts wouldn't mind pointing me in the direction of Richard Tyler, I'm sure you know him."

There it was again, that fear.

Why were they afraid?

"W-We do not know where he is at the moment ma'am," he replied, a hint of nervousness surrounding both him and his voice.

"Oh?" I asked innocently, noticing a sudden spike in fear as I did so. "Well then, I'm sure you wouldn't mind finding him for me would you?"

The guard was visibly sweating know, in fact both of them were. It was puzzling to be honest, I mean my disguise was attractive, drop dead actually. So why I installed fear into them without showing my true self was…beyond me.

"We…We cannot leave our stations ma'am," he stuttered. "And we…can't let you in either."

"Really now?" I inquired, a genuine hint of steel in my tone. "And why, pray tell, is that?"

Both guards looked at each other nervously, one swallowing, the other actually trembling a bit.

And then I felt it, a very loose connection…one lost for so long that I generally believed I'd never feel it again. They both knew too, I could see it in their eyes…especially when they both flashed a very milky white, if but for a moment.

I stepped back, shock and distress flooding within me.

"You're…you're…"

I couldn't speak…I literally couldn't find the words. Yet as they both looked at me, trembling greatly as they did so, both nodded slowly and bowed fearfully…A single word, a powerful word leaving their lips.

"Mother."

"My children," I whispered, tears creeping into the corner of my eyes. "You're my children, both of you?"

They nodded again before righting themselves once more, yet the fear once masked was now plain as day for me to witness. Why they were so frightened was beyond me…yet it didn't matter. Nothing mattered, even Richard was momentarily forgotten, much to my later displeasure.

"Why have you hidden yourselves from the hive mind?" I asked, a trace of hurt escaping me.

They both looked at each other once more as I asked this, a flicker of resigned terror bursting from them before they turned to face me.

The one on…no, no I see her name, HER name. I could feel it as I pressed lightly against her mind, invasive but necessary though it was.

Crackle…her name was Crackle.

"We fled," she whimpered fearfully. "When the princess and her husband wove their magic we could sense your terror…and so we tapped into their spell and used the basic emotion to teleport away."

I…I remembered this, vaguely, as though it were a dream. I remembered a flash, bright yet so far away that in light of my incoming demise I failed to fully take it into account.

The sudden realization that two of my children betrayed me was…horrible, and thus their fear was understandable. Treason always resulted in death, it was simply the changeling way and no matter how much it hurt me to do it…it had to be done.

Yet by committing treason, my children had escaped certain death…I was not alone.

And that thought was enough for me…

My other child continued for Crackle, his name was…Chitin, yes Chitin.

"We did not mean to betray you mother," he wept quietly, care for revealing himself forgotten. "It all happened so fast, and afterwards we thought you dead."

"How did you discover otherwise?" I asked softly, a tinge of surprise and familial love flickering from him as I did so.

"We both felt you many months ago," he confessed near tearfully. "But we had not the courage to face you. So we infiltrated the palace and replaced the guards we now wear."

He looked at me and smiled shakily, his emotions in full view.

"We did this for you mother," he whispered. "We both knew that if you were to find us doing nothing then our punishment would be final. So we spied on the princesses for you, just in case you sought revenge, or another chance to invade."

He finished speaking and the both of them bowed their heads, finality and fear pulsating around them.

To their surprise however, it was not the order for suicide that I bestowed upon them, but instead…a glorious sensation of love, my love for them…my children.

"Child," I murmured affectionately. "I do not blame you, either of you, for abandoning me at the invasion."

They both blinked and glanced at me with confusion adoring their faces, only for it to melt as I moved to a more discreet spot behind the side of the palace, a mental order compelling them to follow.

And follow they did, stopping in front of me with near fearful expressions, my comforting words forgotten for but a second. Yet as I closed in and embraced them, one at a time, their fear slowly turned to relief and love…love for me, their mother and Queen.

I quickly conjured up a undetectable barrier, surrounding and enveloping us with invisibility and soundproofing enchantments. Once it was completely in effect, I dropped my disguise and looked down at my subjects regretfully, smiling somewhat as they nuzzled me affectionately.

"I allowed the power to consume my better judgement," I continued sadly, picking up where I'd left off mournfully. "I allowed it cloud my true reason for our being there. I was to find food for you, not to take over Canterlot."

I pulled back from Crackle, smiling as she whimpered happily and gazed up at me devotedly.

"And for that I am truly sorry," I apologized, bowing my head to them, much to their surprise. "I failed everyone. I am the reason they all died that day…"

A tear, then two, trickled down my face as my form flickered in and out.

"I do not deserve to be Queen," I whispered remorsefully. "I should have died that day, not my children…not my children…."

…

"We forgive you mother."

Those words caused me to look up at the both of them in disbelief…yet only to see two smiles, two devoted smiles brightening my vision.

"You…what?" I stammered confusedly.

"We forgive you," Crackle repeated, smiling up at me as she reverted to her true self, Chitin quickly following suit. "We both felt the love consume your mind, we know it was not truly you who abandoned us in your lust for conquest."

My lower lip trembled fiercely as I took that in, the words, comforting, forgiving were more than I deserved.

"My children," I whispered, closing in and embracing the both of them tightly, smiling as they nuzzled into my neck. "I have been so alone without your presence in the hive mind…"

I felt a sudden wave of shame flood the air at this, but dismissed it quickly with my own waves of comfort, of understanding.

"But now…we are together again," I continued kindly, pulling back so as to look down at the both of them, a smile adoring my muzzle. "Reaffirm your loyalty to me and I promise to lead you, and my future children, into a world where starvation and sickness is a thing of the past."

Chitin looked at Crackle for but a moment, before they both smiled and nodded, looking back at me and bowing low.

I smiled and lit up my horn, before enveloping their own in a bright green glow. I immediately felt our minds connect deeply. All of their memories, their feelings and thoughts became mine. In return, I opened my mind and gave them permission to…well, see whatever they wished.

To my surprise however, they both refused to gaze into it, loyalty and stubborn denial driving this action.

"You…refuse?" I uttered quietly, unaware that I'd actually done so until they smiled and nodded.

"We would never look into your mind my Queen," Chitin explained sheepishly. "We…We are unworthy."

I lidded my eyes and caressed his cheek softly, putting as much warmth into the gesture as I could.

"Ahh, Chitin…Crackle," I murmured affectionately. "I find your loyalty most pleasing, yet it I who is unworthy."

Before they could figure out what I was about to do, I swiftly entered their emotional minds and forcibly, yet gently, made them see everything. My depression upon the deaths of my children, the loneliness that followed, the goal to give life to the changeling race once more. They saw it all…all of it, including what came next.

Who came next…

"Richie…"

A few moments passed us by before it was done. I stepped back my from subjects, my children, and regarded them with a knowing smile.

"Do you understand why I came here?" I asked simply.

"We do," Crackle answered, shaking her head slightly before looking up at me seriously. "We understand, and we may be able to help you find father."

Oh…they didn't have to, yet with the knowledge they now possessed I suppose they thought I'd appreciate it.

Richie and I are linked…there isn't much left bar mating and injecting my venom. So for my subjects, my children to call him their father already…it warmed my heart.

"I know you can," I agreed, smiling soothingly.

And I did, for their memories were now mine, just as mine were now theirs.

"Keep the eastern regiment distracted while I seek him," I ordered quickly. "I can sense him nearing us, so be swift…and safe."

They nodded and changed back into their disguises, looking at me once more with such…longing in their expressions. I nodded once and gestured for them to go, making sure to caress them with comforting emotions before they did so.

I waited a few more minutes before I changed back and set off myself, my link with Richie guiding me toward him.

Only for a sudden shock, a terrible mix of terror and comfort weaved together and hit me like a buffalo. I actually staggered and lost my concentration, my form flickering back to its true self as I fought off the emotional surge.

"What's happening to you love?" I gasped out loud.

I shook my head in an effort to dispel the sudden burst, though it did very little. In fact all I managed to do was confirm just how badly my beloved needed me.

"Don't worry baby, I'm coming."

I tried to adorn my disguise once more…but found myself unable to do so. It wasn't my fault; Richie's emotions were enveloping my own, which in turn affected my transformational abilities.

"I never knew a bond could affect me so deeply," I mused frustratingly, trying yet again to transform only to fail once more.

Sighing, I slipped into the shadows and crept my way from the palace, my bond with Richie pulling me in his direction.

It was only as I reached a mile or so from Canterlot that I sensed it…

Fear…so much fear coating the air, stretching even beyond me because of its sheer intensity.

The cause of said fear became swiftly apparent as I turned a corner and saw…Richie, yet my beloved was far from happy, from safe. No, my Richie was being held atop the back of none other than-

"What, YOU!" Celestia near shrieked, her eyes wide with shock.

The fear, that fear I felt and it was ALL BECAUSE OF HER!

"Get the fuck off of him!" I snarled, my horn releasing an instinctual wave of green energy that quite literally knocked her flying, Richard about to follow, only to be thankfully caught in my grasp and placed gently on the ground.

Caring little for how far I'd knocked the princess away, I rushed over to my beloved and moved him onto his back.

"Richie?" I asked, worry plaguing my every thought, forcing tears to fall from my eyes as he merely stared blankly up at me.

And then he smiled, his glassy eyes focusing on me, causing me to smile in return.

"Hey gorgeous…" he croaked weakly, his hand reaching my cheek and stroking it tenderly

"Hey yourself," I giggled happily, perfectly content to just sit there and nuzzle him.

At least until…

"Wait…I can see her emotions?" came a thought…from him, from my Richie.

Smiling, I nodded slightly and lidded my eyes lovingly.

"And I can hear your thoughts."

"How-" he began, only to be cut off by-

"Changeling!"

Celestia's demanding voice nearly startled me out of our moment, a hiss leaving me instinctively as I glared at her furiously.

"What have you done to him!" I demanded, the urge to tackle and tear open her throat getting progressively more difficult to resist.

"Nothing, not that it is any of your concern," Celestia snapped, looking at my beloved for but a moment before blinking and switching her sight back onto me, the stench of realization heavy around her.

"Chrissy I presume?" she asked firmly, harshly almost, not that I did more than snarl at it.

"What have you done to him?" I asked yet again. I didn't care what her game was, but I refused to play it.

"Nothing," Celestia repeated. "None of it is your concern anyway. You're a wanted terrorist and deserve no quarter for what you did to my niece, as well as her husband."

Her expression, although angry, morphed into one of sympathy, of pity. Even her emotions had become such, much to my surprise.

"However, I understand why you did it," she continued softly.

"You understand nothing!" I growled angrily. "Nothing of me, my race, or our struggles!"

"I know you were desperate," Celestia revealed, much to my dismay. "I know you and your subjects were starving, and I know how starvation can affect the mind."

She looked back at Richie and smiled warmly…which actually accomplished nothing more than frightening him to near death.

"I offer you a chance to discuss this with me like two civilized beings. All I ask is that you return Richard to me first." she offered calmly. "It is obvious how much you care for him, but I promise you that he will not be harmed."

Discuss…our relationship?

Was she offering what I…what I think she is?

"To finally have the changeling race fed, kept warm and alive," I pondered silently. "They could…I could finally accomplish mother's dream, to keep my race, our race from starving…to keep our children from starving and dying…Could it really-"

I was snapped out of my short daze by a very intense amount of fear and denial, all of it stemming from a very terrified Richie.

"I'm not…going anywhere with…you!" Richie protested, gasping frantically as he struggled to speak.

And then…to my shock, to my dismay…I heard something, someone within our link…no not our link, another link.

"Hush little one," Celestia soothed, her eyes focused on Richie, a soft smile upon her muzzle "I sense your fear, but it is misplaced for I will never hurt you."

Her presence rapidly began to overpower his fear, calming him, soothing his hatred…

She was invading his mind, and forcing emotions away with her own.

"You…dare…"

I concentrated and forced a mental flare, forcing the manipulating bitch out of his head as I placed a mental barrier to protect him. Celestia physically recoiled and stepped back a few paces, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion.

"Chrissy?" Richard thought weakly, struggling to move his head as he tried to look at me.

I would have nodded or something…but I was just so…so!

Angry doesn't even begin to describe it.

"You know I was actually going to agree with your terms Celestia," I hissed furiously. "But violating his mind and trying to force calm into my beloved just ruined your chances."

Celestia blinked in shock, but quickly lit up her horn and aimed it in my direction.

"Don't do this Chrissy," she warned seriously. "I'm offering you the chance for both our species to peacefully co-exist, do not throw that away!"

I faltered at her words…because deep down I desperately wanted to believe them…I needed too. But as I snuck a glance at my utterly exhausted lover, all that want, all that desperation became nothing more than dust in the wind.

"I'm sorry Celestia," I sighed, mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do. "Truly I am, for both of us."

I gazed down at Richard and bit my lip, the consequences for us nearly causing me to stop and reconsider. Yet as I looked down at him, as I saw and felt the confusion, to mental pain and fear in his heart…I knew what I had to do.

And so I smiled…just for him, always just for him.

"But I care more about Richard than anything," I concluded, glaring tearfully at the royal pain the ass. "Including the future of my species!"

I could feel Crackle and Chitin within the hive mind, I could feel them…acknowledge this?

And accept it?.

"For you mother," said Chitin, unadulterated love flowing from him to me…as well as from-

"Always for you!" finished Crackle.

"Loyal to a fault my children…" I crooned happily.

Snapping my eyes back onto Celestia's glowing horn, I myself forced entire waves of magic into my own, love…Richie's love powering all of it.

And yet unlike before where it clouded my mind, this time…this time I was focused. I had a task to do…and a bit of payback on the side never hurt.

Yet even with that certainty…I had to say it, I had to…

"I'm sorry mother," I apologized, a sad warble echoing within my mind. "I've failed you."

I had…and yet I still had a hive, I still had a mate to protect.

And that was enough for me to bury the past.

With a scream of pure emotion, I unleashed everything I had built up and aimed it at Celestia. To my shock however, my attack didn't just hit her, but also the very ground and sky around it. The ground was ripped apart, the clouds shuddered and darkened with magical lightening as my anger induced magic tore through them.

And as for Celestia?

The day princess conjured up a very powerful barrier, in fact it was so powerful that it's mere aura was nearly enough to make me collapse. It was power incarnate, it was so incredible that even I respected it, it was-

My blast hit the shield and completely annihilated it.

The great dome shattered and the ground beneath it was torn apart. Celestia barely had time to widen her eyes in disbelief before she was caught in it, before being promptly blasted into the sky, her body limp and obviously unconscious as it soared away.

…

"Wow," Richie croaked feebly. "Just…wow."

"I know right?" I quipped back, smiling down at him warmly.

Richie grinned back in response…before his eyes promptly rolled backwards and he completely collapsed.

"RICHARD!"

Richard Pov

I opened my eyes and sat up instantly, scanning around the…cave? Said cave was actually rather warm, considering how badly it was raining outside. The fact that I only had my boxers on confirmed this, as well as confused me a little.

"How am I not freezing my ass off?" I mused quietly.

"Richie?"

I jumped at my name and turned around, my sight being swiftly graced with a very happy Chrissy, her eyes alight with joy.

"Richie, you're alright!" she cried, dashing over and embracing me tightly.

"Hah, thanks, you're not too bad yourse-ow!"

"What's wrong?!" she asked, checking me over with a very intense yet worried gaze.

"Ah, it's nothing," I dismissed feebly. "My back's just killing me, that's all."

Chrissy's eyes glared right into my soul, the 'you're talking shit look' practically whittling me down to a small child.

A small child…

A child…

Child…

"Mommy?"

"NO!" I screamed, startling Chrissy into flinching away as I stood up and grasped my head, shaking it furiously in an attempt to rid myself of that…that thing within me.

"Richie what was that, what's wrong?"

I glanced blearily at Chrissy, only to scrunch up my eyes as I felt him trying to call out once more…call out for Cel…Cele…Momm…Agh!

"Mommy, where are you!"

"Mommy!"

"MOMMY!"

I collapsed onto my knees and began to smash my head against the hard ground, the pain of it irrelevant as I tried to make him shut up.

"Richard what are you doing, STOP IT!"

No, no, every voice is so painful, make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!

My billionth attempt to rid myself of the voice was halted abruptly as my face landed in…something soft…warm…

"Mommy, is it mommy?"

"Shut up…shut…hut..p…"

"Richard?!"

"Not mommy…where's mommy?"

"Richard?!"

"No, no, no! You're not mommy, go away!"

"BE QUIET CHILD!"

My eyes snapped open to reveal to green pools staring back at me, the sound of panting, a silver mist of…concern in the air around me.

"Chrissy," I mumbled feebly. "I…I don't feel so good."

Her eyes began to water all of sudden…was I…were my words…tired…

A green glow suddenly enveloped my…face, I think. I could barely see, yet as it stayed, my…self-infliction began to heal, as did the dizziness. The light soon faded, leaving nothing but myself and a very distressed looking changeling.

"Richard?" she inquired anxiously. "Say something, anything please!"

I blinked once, twice…before looking past her and at-

"Has your flank gotten bigger?"

...

She just slapped me.

"Okay, that fucking hurt," I complained humorously, only to receive a scowl in return.

"Serves you right, you ass!" she bit crossly, glaring at me with a very adorable pout.

I merely grinned and wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, much to her bemusement.

"Ohh, I didn't mean anything by it sweet cheeks," I chuckled flirtatiously. "I like a girl with a bit of junk in their trunk."

Chrissy raised an eyebrow at my compliment and scowled at me a bit more…before breaking down into rather cute giggles and licking my cheek lovingly.

"Well, as nice as that is my beloved," she giggled, only for her amusement to rapidly drain away as she stared at me with concern. "What in my mother's name was THAT ALL ABOUT!"

My grin faded somewhat as she asked…because in all honesty I didn't really want to explain what I…what I was gradually becoming aware of.

How couldn't I?

It's hard not to realize something when it's happening inside of you.

Heh…inside of you.

"Are you delirious?" Chrissy asked incredulously.

"I…I don't know, am I?" I wondered aloud…only to realize that I had actually said what I was trying to think.

To my surprise, Chrissy didn't laugh at all. In fact she just looked kinda worried…but why would she be-

"Mommy?"

A sudden wave of pain rose up within me at a rapid pace, nearly overwhelming me into smashing my face on the ground again.

"Ahh, fuck!" I yelled, grabbing my forehead and rubbing the center, trying desperately to rid myself of the pain.

"Richard, Richard I need you to calm down!" Chrissy ordered loudly, grabbing my hand with her magic and my face with her forehooves. "I can sense…something within you but I NEED you to stay still and calm!"

"No, no Chrissy you need to listen to me!" I cried defiantly, my senses having returned to me…for how long though I didn't know. "It's Celestia, she thinks she's my Mo…mo…MOTHER!"

Another wave of agonizing pain erupted within me. Agh, my shoulder blades were on fire!

"Your mother?" she asked disbelievingly. "She thinks she's your…and that voice in your head, it was crying for…oh no."

With little to no warning, Chrissy forced me onto my back before quickly touching her horn to the center of my forehead.

I…I was…what?

A sea of darkness, waves of black water crashing again the invisible shore…the call, the siren call of my name echoing across the abyss.

"Richard…"

I instantly recognized the voice, how could I not…it was my…my…mo…th…her.

A sudden flash erupted around me, showing…me?

Me, yet I was shrinking, my mouth pushing outwards, my hands becoming stumps, spine cracking, horn growing, Richard Tyler…gone.

I woke up with a gasp and promptly began gulping in air, whilst at the same time searching for her…for Chrissy.

"Chrissy?" I called, coughing somewhat as I cleared my throat.

Hearing nothing, I climb to my feet and gradually make my way deeper into the cave. To my surprise, the darkness that once would have made me wary actually made me feel…right at home.

However none of that was important, what was important was finding…oh.

Chrissy was sitting on her ground a short distance in front of me, the sound of sniffing and hiccups reaching my ears.

"Chrissy?" I called softly, somewhat surprised when she jumped and turned around.

Oh…Chrissy.

Her fur was matted with tears, and her eyes…her eyes were red around the edges.

"Baby, why are you crying?" I asked worriedly, quickly making my way over to her and making to embrace her…only for her to shy away.

"Chrissy?"

The changeling Queen gazed up at me tearfully, her ears splayed back in sadness…only to suddenly rush forward and embrace me tightly, words leaving her muzzle like bullets.

"Won't let it happen, won't let you go, I promise, I promise, I can change you, I can change you, I-"

"CHRISSY!"

The changeling Queen snapped out of her rambling and regarded me with such…terror in her eyes.

"Richard," she whimpered. "I saw…I saw what's going to happen to you."

I closed my eyes and tried…just tried desperately to not think about it, to ignore it, and the soft throbbing on my forehead.

"I…I don't know what to do Chrissy," I admitted fearfully. "I'm scared…no fuck that, I'm terrified and have no idea what to do."

At this, Chrissy's eyes widened a touch…before she shook her head and bit her lip. But unlike before where I could see the emotions around her, hear her voice and thoughts…this time I couldn't do either.

"I could change you," she finally suggested, her sad eyes looking up at me hopefully…yet somewhat anxiously. "I could inject my venom and make you like me, you're already halfway done!"

"Wait, what do you mean by that?" I asked bewilderedly, said confusion only escalating when her eyes shone with slight fear.

"I…You…We're linked now Richie," she stuttered shamefully. "You can feel it right, you can feel…me?"

I blinked at her words…and yet I could feel something, someone...her.

"How…?"

"I went primal," she confessed, looking away with obvious shame. "My instincts took over and I marked you when I was asleep…I linked us forever Richie, you can never…never feel love for another like you do with me."

I…it took me a little bit to completely take in her words, yet as I did so and their meaning became clear to me…

"And this is bad, how?" I asked curiously, a somewhat cheeky grin on my face.

"What?" Chrissy snapped, surprise, oh so much surprise in that one word. "Richard are you listening to me? I MARKED you, which would have followed up with me FUCKING you. Don't you get it, I was this close to raping you in your sleep…whilst in my sleep!"

Okay so maybe laughing in her face didn't help me any, but in all honesty I would have let her mark me anyway. Sure doing it in my sleep would take all the fun out of it…and maybe losing my V-card wouldn't have been all that fun. But…can't she see that I'd never love anyone but her anyway?

I opened my mouth to tell her this…only for said mouth to find a certain tongue within it, smooth lips locked on mine.

"Chrissy, what-"

"You were projecting your thoughts into my head Richie," she interrupted quickly, a wide grin on her muzzle…which to my dismay, morphed into a rather sad one just as fast.

"Richard…I want to, but to change you it would…it would erase a part of you and replace it with changeling genes. It's not exactly something you can…ever undo."

"Erase a part of me?"

"Wait a sec," I interjected abruptly. "When you say it could erase a part of me, do you mean that it could…get rid of him?"

Chrissy hesitated for but a moment, but nodded soon after and bit her lip.

"I could direct it to do so, but I'd need a lot of love to gather the power and do so."

"You don't have enough after all this time?" I asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow as she shook her head.

"I used a lot of it when I sent Celestia flying," she explained, a slight smirk on her muzzle. "And most of the remaining love was used to do a long ranged teleportation, that's not to mention the amount of energy dispersals I had to use so no one could piggyback off of it. So…yeah, I'm pretty much as powerful as an average Queen right now."

I contemplated on her words for a few moments, before grinning and planting a very intense smooch on her muzzle. Chrissy squeaked in surprise, but readily returned it and wrapped her hooves around me.

"T-That's not quite what I n-need," she stammered, her face tinged slightly pink as she grinned at me. "I need…a lot more love for this, and it needs to be…very passionate…and intimate."

"Very…oh"

A sudden movement made me look down at her instinctively, only to smile as she sighed and nuzzled my bare chest, her warm breath making me shudder slightly.

"I don't want to live in a world without you," she mumbled quietly. "But I will never force anything on you."

I...no, there was nothing else to it. I had to do it, I WAS going to do it!

There's no way I would ever leave her all alone after all we've been through.

"It's okay sugar," I soothed gently, my decision made. "I…I love you so much Chrissy, and if this is what it takes to be with you forever then so be it."

"Richie," she whispered longingly. "You don't even know…this could change you forever, I have no idea what you'll look like by the end of it."

I merely smiled.

"Would you not love me if I looked a little different?" I asked softly, yet somewhat anxiously.

Chrissy's eyes widened as her muzzle twisted into a snarl, her grip on me tightening angrily.

"Of course not!" she denied furiously. "I love you for you, not what you look like!"

"Then why would I care what it does?"

She opened her muzzle once, twice…but no words escaped her. Instead, she simply closed her eyes and chuckled endearingly.

"You're impossible," she growled playfully.

"You love me for it," I countered smoothly, smiling as her chuckles grew into a very beautiful laugh.

And so in the end…we merely held each other, even as her laughter died down and became a soft purr, her snout breathing hot air onto my neck in between random kisses.

"Richard, promise me that we'll always be together."

It was said so innocently, so urgently…heh, I didn't even hesitate.

"I promise Chrissy, we'll always be together."

She looked up at me and smiled softly, before moving forward ever so slowly and capturing my lips, kissing me lovingly. I joined her with equal slowness, equal tenderness, my left hand combing through her mane gently…even as she broke it off and gazed right into my eyes.

"I've…done this with many stallions Richard," she admitted quietly, holding a hoof to my mouth as I made to cut her off. "But tonight…tonight for the first time I want to experience it as me, so I ask of you Richard Tyler."

Our eyes locked once more as she paused, before leaning into me and resting her forehead against my own.

"Make love to me, as I make love to you," she finished, her eyes lidded and shining with such a yearning.

For me…

I didn't say anything, choosing instead to close the gap and lock our lips together, smiling as our tongues connected, wrapping around the other as they played gently.

I didn't care that we were in a cave, nor that we were on the run from the most powerful being on this planet.

No, I only cared for Chrissy, for us…for what we were about to do.

"Richard," she whispered, her voice taught with passion, her eyes alight with a similar emotion. "I love you, I just…I love you so much."

"I know," I crooned softly. "I love you too Chrissy. Never in all my life have I thought I could truly love someone as much as I do you."

Her eyes lidded as her muzzle morphed into a content grin, said eyes gazing at me amorously. Her right hoof reached out and began stroking my cheek softly, just before she leaned to the side and gave my neck a drawn out lick.

I shuddered in pleasure.

"No more words tonight my love," she spoke softly. "No more words, just love me as I do you."

Grinning, I nodded and began my slow descent down her long neck, my lips pressing against its soft fur devotedly. Chrissy sighed and leaned her head sideways, allowing me to gently graze her more sensitive areas.

I reluctantly left her neck after a few more minutes, choosing instead to gently spin us around and lay over her, before moving my lips down and lightly starting on her barrel.

It didn't take long for her soft moans to gain in volume, irregular panting soon following.

"Mhmm baby," she breathed, ironically breaking her 'no talking' rule, not that I cared. "Lower baby, lower…"

Complying, I grinned and moved down to her stomach, touching it with both my lips and fingers, rubbing it tenderly and smiling at the breathy reward of my name.

I smelt her arousal before I even noticed it, rich and pungent as it was. And so as I moved down to her left thigh, which I promptly began to kiss, the sight of her slightly inflamed marehood barely surprised me…though I won't deny how it instantly stirred my own excitement.

Looking up, I noticed Chrissy gazing down at me, a serene smile adoring her panting muzzle. Keeping my eyes locked onto her own, I moved down to her heat and ever so gently lapped at it, causing her to gasp and sigh happily.

"Oooh, right there sweetie," she crooned, her smile forming into a grin as I slowly complied.

You know…it was strange really. I'd done this with Chrissy many times before, but unlike all those times, this one felt…more intimate somehow, and with that peculiar knowledge…every touch and lick I gave her became that much more loving, that much more cherished.

And with that sheer amount of dexterous attention I was bestowing upon her, it was little surprise when her legs began to shake and grind desperately against my mouth.

"Ohh Richard…" she moaned, her marehood finally convulsing around my tongue as she climaxed, her pants becoming shallow as she did so. I simply smiled proudly as I pleased my lover, lapping at her dripping excitement until she forced me to stop with a hoof.

"Enough baby…enough," she huffed happily, moving around so as to kiss me gently, not caring that her taste was all over my mouth. Pulling back, she smiled adoringly and gave my lips one last lick, before pushing me onto my back and leaning over me mock aggressively.

"Your turn," she purred, a sultrily smirk adorning her muzzle as she slowly removed my boxers with her hooves. I tried not to pant as said hooves innocently brushed against my very excited length, emphases on tried.

As I tried to move out of instinct, Chrissy's hoof quickly rested on my chest, stopping me from doing so. I looked up, only to smile as she kissed me comfortingly, our tongues and saliva mixing before instinctively being swallowed.

"Wow…she tastes nice."

Chrissy eventually broke it off and laid down on her stomach, just a few inches away from my arousal.

"Relax baby," she soothed affectionately, her eyes lidded with a soft gaze. "Just lay back and let me please you…"

I had little to no warning before she, quite literally, forced me to lay back, a hiss of pleasure involuntary escaping my mouth as her deft tongue worked its magic.

"That's it honey," she crooned…so gently. "Don't even think sweetie, just let me take care of you."

With her honeyed words effortlessly quelling any meagre resistance I would obviously put up, I chose instead to simply submit and relax against the surprisingly comfy ground. I wasn't entirely sure what it was…but I felt so happy right then, and excited, more so than I'd ever felt before.

Chrissy apparently found this quite pleasing, and thus seemed to double her attention, as well as her loving licks and gentle strokes upon my member.

While before I would have found it bizarre, I now understood just why she was so careful, so precise with her ministrations. Because now I knew that just like I had neigh desperately wanted to please her, to love her unlike any other time before, she too wished the same…and I truly loved her for it.

It took little time for a familiar sensation to make itself apparent, and yet as I made to warn Chrissy, my eyes opening as my hand moved…the mare simply smiled and pushed me back down with her magic.

"Just let it all out Richie," she purred lovingly. "I want all of it."

Her words…so simple, yet undeniably warm and caring, barely a drop of lust against the love that radiated within her voice.

"Agh, Chrissy…"

The mare merely hummed her approval as I gave in, my climax swiftly taking hold of me as I finished in her muzzle. My panting lessened as the moments went by, and before I knew it, Chrissy had climbed on top of me and claimed my mouth with her own.

I cared little that I could taste more than just her.

I was actually rather amazed by how my arousal…had stayed fully aroused.

"A Queen's saliva functions as a powerful aphrodisiac remember?" she giggled elatedly. "And I'm pretty sure we've both swallowed enough for four nights."

"Maybe four more than four," I quipped, chuckling as she swatted my head playfully.

It was strange you know, how we suddenly quietened down at the same time, our eyes locking as we brushed our excitement against each other.

"I'm…going to do it now Richie," Chrissy whispered, her eyes searching my own for…something, doubt perhaps.

Sitting up, I leaned my head to the side and kept my eyes on her own, smiling gently.

"I love you," I said softly, kissing her left shoulder as I nodded firmly.

Chrissy…merely smiled and kissed my neck gently, her tongue slithering out and coating a small part in her saliva, numbing it swiftly.

"I love you too," she whispered…before biting down on my neck, a sort of numb ache accompanying it as I felt the liquid enter my bloodstream.

Despite the fact that she'd numbed my neck, I still found myself unable to refrain from groaning as the liquid within me began to simmer and boil softly. Chrissy rubbed a gentle hoof along my spine comfortingly as I did so, which…kinda soothed away the pain a little.

Or maybe it was just my imagination, I don't know.

After what felt like hours, my lover pulled back from my neck and licked it gently, sealing the small holes rapidly.

"Tonight," she crooned quietly, her head moving so as to face me, green eyes gazing right through me. "We are mated for life…"

And with that, my lover…my beloved pressed down on my arousal, enveloping it tightly in her warmth.

There are no words to describe how it felt to lose that last little part of myself, the last innocent part of me…and yet I regretted nothing, not a thing. So as we moved and loved, moaned and breathed the other's name…

My life, for the first time in so long, felt…complete.

"Richie…I'm…I'm…"

"Me too," I breathed, panting against her neck shallowly.

"Within me my love," she crooned, her eyes nearly crossed from so much pleasure. "Finish…within me, inside me!"

Unable to hold back any longer, I gave out a low growl of primal pleasure, before giving in as her climax finished me off inside her. We held the other tightly as we both finished, our bodies shuddering with pleasure even whilst they ached with weariness.

I…I could feel her weariness, her body…as if it were my own.

And by the smile adoring her muzzle, she knew that I felt this, just as I knew she felt me, my body…as if it were her own.

"I love you Richard," she professed tiredly, yet with such…force behind it.

"And I you…Chrysalis."

A hoof pressed against my mouth as the name left it, her vibrant green pools gazing down at me lovingly.

"Not Chrysalis," she dismissed firmly. "Never Chrysalis, never again will I be her."

I smiled blearily and nodded, our lovemaking and the liquid, the venom within calling me to sleep. Chrissy simply tilted her head and smiled as I yawned, licking my cheek affectionately before laying her head down upon my chest.

"Sleep now my love," she crooned blissfully. "I am, and shall always be, with you…"

Darkness surrounded me, warmth enveloped my body…and sleep claimed my soul.

...

"M…O…Y…"

…

"MO…MY…"

…

"Chrissy?"

…

"MOMMY!"

No…no not him, not this, not now!

"MOMMY, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

No…No I can't, I won't!

"Mommy…Mommy I need you!"

No, no, no, not now! Not after we've…he should be…gone, he should be...

"My baby…Relax…let…mommy…find…you…"

No, no I will not go out like this, not after what I just did! I will not leave her!

"I'm here mommy…please…I'm scared…"

Shut up you little shit, I'm not scared, we're not scared, and we DON'T NEED HER!

…

Wait, who's-

"Richard Tyler."

"Mommy…that's not…mommy…"

Damn right it's not, who's-

"We give you this gift, use it ONCE, use it well."

…

"MOMMY!"

"CHRISSY!"

"RICHARD WAKE UP!"

I awoke with a start and screamed.

My body felt like it was on fire, I couldn't breathe, I could barely see anything but for the random syllables, numbers and indescribable text dancing in my mind.

I knew what it meant…and yet-

"Ahh, my fucking everything!" I roared, rolling and twitching terribly as I tried desperately to fight off the burning sensation.

Then out of nowhere, the fire within me burst outwards, a sickly green aura accompanying it.

A sickly green…

No…please no.

That was just…and yet with what I've just been given…could they have known about Chrissy's venom?

The gift…I…I could see it, understand it.

I could understand it, I knew what had to be done…but by all that I love IT WASN'T FAIR!

It wasn't…ohh, why me?

Why did I have be born from her, what did I do to deserve this?

Chrissy and I forever right, so why not?

Why not forever?

…

Chrissy Pov

I didn't understand what had just happened, I couldn't…wouldn't.

"It can't be, nothing has enough raw power to stop the venom!"

Yet…the venom was still within him, I could feel it.

So what was…oh, oh no.

"The change was removed but not…not the cleansing, it's still trying to erase part of him!"

"Please," I begged quietly. "Please don't…it can't be!"

Yet as my beloved looked at me sadly, a resigned smile adorning his face…I knew it to be true.

"No, no, I won't let you, I won't let this happen!" I screamed, tears streaming down my muzzle. "We're going to be together for the rest of our lives, you promised…YOU PROMISED!"

For a moment Richie's smile didn't waver from its mournful expression …until it suddenly did, his lips tugging up ever so slightly as he caressed my cheek…

And kissed me.

"I will not leave you Chrissy," I murmured softly. "I will always be within you…until the day comes when you're ready to let me go."

"I'll never let you go," I argued aggressively, grasping at his hand tightly.

He merely smiled and kissed me briefly.

I was about to yell and scream at his calm attitude…only to stop as I felt something enter my lips…from his lips.

My mind and his connected fiercely once more…and I was instantly shown just what he had done, what he was going to do…but it was impossible, how had he even known?

"How?" I whispered.

"Celestia and I are linked," he explained slowly, pain and weariness becoming heavier with each word. "I don't know how I did it exactly…but I think something, someone, allowed me to look into her mind and find exactly what I needed."

"But you can't cast magic…"

"I know," he grinned slyly, tapping his head. "But he can, and right now we're full of raw magic. All I had to do is tap into it and make him memorize the spell."

I was beyond shocked…I really was, for his plan was insanely stupid, risky and…and would take a long time to do.

How he even knew what to do was beyond me…what had happened, what had he seen?

Ohh…why us?

"I don't want this…" I croaked weakly. "Please don't go…"

He smiled sadly as I pleaded…as I begged and wished for an alternative.

"I don't want to go," he whispered, tears creeping out of his eyes and staining his skin.

I reached out-

All of a sudden, his body began to jerk wildly, Richie forcing himself back and away from me as he groaned in pain.

"Richie!"

"Stay back!" he yelled, the pain and gravity of his voice stopping me as I made to run over to him.

It was then that his body began to…glow and pulsate, said glow surrounding his fingers with a bluish tinge. He looked at the glow and raised his hands, flipping them gradually as fear and wonder reflected in his beautiful orbs. After a few moments though, his eyes narrowed as they focused, the blue tinge disappearing shortly after.

Without it in the way, I dashed over and embraced him tightly, pressing my lips against his fervently. He held me so tightly as we kissed, said kiss becoming more needy and desperate as it went on…before he finally let me go and stepped back once again.

"I could raise you," I pleaded desperately. "I could take you and raise you to adulthood."

He merely shuddered as he retrained himself from crying.

"No you couldn't," he sighed tiredly. "Celestia and I are connected deeply, I can feel it getting stronger even now. She'd find you and me with little effort and most likely bring her armies with her."

"But I could-"

"No!" he yelled, startling me into stepping back. "No…you'd be vulnerable in your condition, and besides…"

He knelt down and placed a soothing hand upon my stomach, rubbing it gently.

"You have to protect our children," he finished, smiling at me tenderly.

I smiled back…but my lower lip trembled without warning, tears soon following.

"I want you with me when it happens," I whispered, hiccupping miserably as I stared into those sad eyes. "I don't want to do it alone…"

"You won't be alone," he soothed. "I'll be with you, I promise."

He gently embraced my trembling form and pulled me close, nuzzling my neck with his face affectionately…tears dribbling onto my fur slowly.

Then without warning, he released me and stepped back, his eyes looking out of the caves entrance warily.

"She's coming," he warned lowly, before looking back at me anxiously. "You have to go now Chrissy, Celestia's coming, she can sense me now!"

I…I didn't know what to do, what to say. I wanted to stay with my beloved and defend him, defend us until the bitter end.

But Richie wanted me to run, to save myself and our children…as well as that stupid plan of his!

"R-Richard I…I-"

"GO!" he shouted, fear pungent in the air. "NOW CHRISSY!"

I opened my muzzle to speak, to say…everything, only to suddenly find myself standing in the middle of nowhere.

"What?" I whispered confusedly. "What just…"

A sudden stab of pain smashed into my mind…and I collapsed onto the ground.

"No… I can't…Richard needs me…please…help…"

Darkness surrounded me…and despite my desperation as I tried to stand, it was all for naught as I collapsed, my form shimmering just before…before…

"Richieeeee…"

I knew no more.

Richard Pov

The bluish tinge shot from my very being and hit Chrissy, surrounding her and…and causing her to disappear?

"Chrissy?" I whispered, confused tears trickling down my cheek.

A sudden wave of comfort and love surrounded me briefly, causing me to shiver uncomfortably as I shook it off. However…the sound of multiple hooves touching the stone floor forced me to acknowledge her presence.

"Where is she Richard?"

I turned around and stared into the eyes of my…mother. Her body was covered in bruises and various scratches, her muzzle itself was slightly caked in dry blood.

Yet even with all of this, she was still smiling at me warmly.

"Where is the changeling Richard?" she repeated calmly.

You'd figure that the knowledge of my oncoming demise would be enough to make me beg for reprieve, or even contemplate suicide. Yet with what I had planned…I'd hopefully have little to worry about if all went well.

I wasn't lying when I promised Chrissy that I'd always be within her.

Celestia's gaze faltered slightly at my silence, said alicorn sighing and making her way towards me.

Only to stop when another flood of pain racked my body, her eyes widening in disbelief as they looked at my…hands?

I looked down at them through pained tears and grimaced at the bluish glow surrounding them.

"This is it," I reminisced sadly. "This is where I die…"

"How, how is the change starting already?" Celestia asked worriedly. "You weren't supposed to change for another week or so!"

I merely chuckled at her question and grinned at her mockingly, said grin widening as her nostrils flared in distress.

"What is going on, tell me!" she demanded anxiously, her eyes widening as my laughter grew louder.

The glow was traveling up from hands, burning through my clothing gradually, said material disintegrating upon its touch. It was painful, yet as it grew, the pain lessened.

I was vaguely aware that I was laughing like a madman, but I honestly just didn't care. If I was going to die, I was going to do it without giving this bitch anything, that much I swore.

The glow had reached my neck now, and was progressively blurring my vision. Yet I could still see Celestia and her expression…which was less panicked now, in fact she looked rather…mournful.

"I'm sorry Richard," she said sadly. "I wish this didn't have to happen…truly I do."

She then smiled at me warmly and…and I felt her presence trying to enter my mind once more, attempting to soothe any fear I had.

"Fuck…you!" I spat, grinning widely at the hurt in her eyes, especially as I used everything I had left to force her out.

Yet with nothing left to fight it with, the glow and its purpose rapidly swelled around me, pulsating within me until…I grinned.

Every part of me suddenly exploded outwards, the blue glow flowing steadily from my hands and head.

I could feel the magic working almost immediately as my skin began to itch. My hands turned to hooves, my ears and mouth grew out slightly, and my tailbone burst apart, an uncertain amount of hair growing out of it.

The spine soon followed, bending and snapping until I became extremely uncomfortable standing. Then my itchy skin become incredibly so, until a strikingly familiar colour of alabaster began wrap around it.

The next part was enough to make me scream, as a horn erupted from my forehead, blood trickling down my face as it did so. However the pain was far from over, especially when two skeletal wings tore out of my back, before rapidly solidifying with muscle and fur.

The pain was nearly enough to make me pass out.

"NOW!"

Yet I held on to consciousness and lit up my newly grown horn…before releasing a magical blast in Celestia's direction. From what I could barely see, the mare formed a golden barrier to defend herself, only to be caught unaware as the burst sailed past her and out of the cave.

I grinned as it did so…and then I…I…

I was fading…my body shrinking…my mind...dimming.

I felt myself float away…watching as my body stopped glowing and collapsed…before flying away…after the pretty…glow…

I was Richard Tyler, I loved Chrissy, she was the Queen of the changelings.

I was Richie…I loved changelings.

I was Tyler Rich…I was…was…

…

Celestia POV

I watched through squinted eyes as the blue glow faded, a soft thump soon following. Lowering my hoof, I looked at where Richard had once stood…and felt tears touch the corner of my eyes as they were blessed with such a wonderful sight.

Cosmos…my little baby, he was lying on the floor with his eyes shut, yet his barrel still rising and falling. I dashed over and bent down, touching him gently with my muzzle. To my shock, Cosmos instantly opened his eyes and glared at me with such anger…only to suddenly tear up and begin crying loudly, his eyes wide with distress.

"Shush little one," I cooed, reaching down and lifting him to my barrel, rocking him gently. "It's okay, mommy's here now, it's all going to be okay."

My son sniffled yet stopped his wailing as I continued to rock him, soothing him gently with words and touch.

"Is he…?"

With a slight touch of magic, I reached out to my baby and searched his mind for anything even remotely human…remotely Richard Tyler.

I found nothing.

"I'm sorry Richard," I thought regretfully. "If there was any other way, I would have-"

I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by a very cute yawn, said yawn causing me to gaze down and smile at the sleeping foal. Cosmos yawned once more as I nuzzled him, before burying his muzzle in my barrel, breathing lightly.

What would I have done if there was another way?

I…It shames me to admit that I do not know.

Shaking the thought from my head, I slowly stood up and made my way out of the cave, preparing to teleport as quietly as I could.

"I must find out where this Chrissy is," I decided silently. "I know not what she and Richard planned, yet that magic he sent during his transformation felt…wrong. I have to find her and discover what it is."

With the decision made, I closed my eyes and tightened my hold of Cosmos ever so slightly…before teleporting and taking the two of us back to Canterlot, a single, final thought surrounding me as we did so.

"I am so sorry Richard…"