To Ne'er Come Down Again

“Anon! Anon, are you home?” a distinctly familiar voice rang out, followed immediately by a frantic beating at his front door.

Languidly glancing at the entryway, Anon winced. “What do you want, Twilight?”

He’d hoped that finding himself in a land of colorful horses would have improved his boring, dead-end life, but things were far from sunshine and rainbows - at least, metaphorically speaking. He’d gotten a job, found a little apartment, and was doing alright for himself, although things were still far from perfect. Despite having been in Equestria for over a year, he’d failed spectacularly on any and all romantic fronts.

While his material needs had been met, true contentment had eluded him; was it too much to ask for a special someone in his life? Honestly, the interspecies thing wasn’t even an issue for him; he just wanted companionship. He’d been shunned by woman after woman, back when he was on Earth and, unfortunately, his crummy luck with females had carried over to Equestria. After acclimating to the new land, finding the warm and pleasant denizens of the world remarkably charming, he’d tried his hand at the dating game.

Sadly, he fared no better with courtships in Ponyville than he had back home. Every mare he’d spoken with was either already in a relationship or politely turned down his advances. He didn’t think it was because he was a human, since creatures of differing species dated fairly regularly, yet the notion was still possible. It was almost like fate had decided that he shouldn’t have a lover, as downright shitty as that sounded.

“Anon, would you please come to the door?” the Princess of Friendship urged.

Rolling his eyes, Anon heaved himself from his chair. It wasn’t like he had much else going on that afternoon, besides brooding and reading comics, so he figured he may as well entertain one of the few royals he knew. Plodding to his door and casting it open, he winced as the sunlight hit his eyes.

“Yeah?” he grunted, squinting down at her.

The little purple alicorn smiled up at him, stepping back to give him a bit of room. “I’ll keep this short, I Pinkie promise. I just wanted to know if you were interested in meeting somepony new this evening.”

“Who this time?” he countered.

It wasn’t the first time she would have introduced him to someone before. Since he’d arrived, he’d been shown off to: Celestia, Luna, Thorax, Prince Rutherford, Ember, a number of bureaucrats, musicians, an actress, and he’d even been brought to a show-and-tell at Ms. Cheerilee’s class. It was almost like the Princess took some perverted joy out of presenting the human to anyone and everyone she could.

“Well, for starters, they’re royalty and I can guarantee you’ve never met anypony quite like them before. She’s also quite the little fireball,” Twilight excitedly explained. “If you want to know more about her, I’ll arrange a dinner at my castle tonight.”

The prospect of a free meal alone was a tempting one. Anything and everything served at the castle was top notch stuff and, if he was lucky, he’d be able to ferret home a fair bit of damn good leftovers. Without any real reason to turn down her request, he shrugged. Fuck it, why not, it’s not like he had any plans anyways.

“Sure,” he hummed, smiling halfheartedly. Though she’d mentioned this somepony was some sort of nobility, he’d really rather not break out the monkey suit. “Do I need to wear anything fancy?”

“Wear whatever you’d like; I’ll make sure everything is ready for you, before you arrive. Just be at the castle at seven o’clock,” Twilight beamed. Without so much as another word, her horn went alight. With a flash and an audible Pop of displaced air, she teleported away and left the man standing in his entryway.

Closing the door, Anon skulked through his living room and into his kitchen. Like the rest of his apartment, it was dimly lit and relatively cave-like. His schedule, which revolved around his second-shift job at the bowling alley, meant he was more of a night owl and, as such, preferred to have his abode relatively dark. He did manage to keep his place relatively tidy, with only the odd pizza box here or there, though it didn’t matter much; without regular guests, he saw no need to keep the place spotless.

Rummaging around in the cabinet above his sink, he retrieved two empty tupperware containers. Yeah, he’d definitely be swiping any leftover food from the meal that evening, so he may as well come prepared. Setting the vessels on the counter, he moved through his house and towards the bathroom. Even if he decided to wear his regular attire, a shower wouldn’t be undue before introducing himself to some sort of royalty.

Twilight’s declared time of seven o’clock left him precious little time to get ready. Though it was a small grievance, having a day’s notice beforehand would have been nice. Stripping out of his clothes and tossing them into a steadily growing pile of laundry in the corner, he scowled at the heap of garments and linens. He’d need to take a trip to the wash-house soon, lest he find himself without anything clean to wear.

Once washed up and toweled off, he strolled into his room to get dressed. Given the weather, time of year, and his utter disdain of attempting to impress anyone, he donned a t-shirt, boxers, and a pair of cargo shorts; though he did own a suit, the damn thing was uncomfortable as all get-out and would be hotter than hell to parade around in. Rarity, a kindly seamstress in town, had been nice enough to supply a small wardrobe for him, although he later found out that she’d put the items on his tab. After giving himself one final glance in the mirror, he knew he was ready.

With tupperware in hand, Anon saw himself out. Strolling through town, waving at the handful of ponies he encountered along the way, he couldn’t help but think about what Twilight had said. She’d mentioned he’d never seen anyone like her guest before, which sounded odd. Thus far, in his travels around Equestria, he’d encountered: dragons, yaks, changelings, a kirin or two, griffons, hippogriffs, and all manner of ponies. If there was some sort of creature he hadn’t encountered yet, it might just prove to be a particularly interesting experience.

His pace steadily quickened and his hopes for the afternoon kindled, as his curiosity piqued. Yeah, maybe the remainder of his day wouldn’t be that bad after all - hell, maybe the creature he was going to see would even be cute! Twilight had referred to his impending company as a her, giving him some ephemeral hope that they’d hit it off. Looks weren’t everything and, as long as he could find someone he meshed with, he couldn’t care less what she was.

Anon’s trip was a short one, leaving him standing at Twilight’s front door in a matter of minutes. With the crystalline castle towering over him, he leaned in and knocked on the entrance. Sure enough, after a moment passed, he heard signs of life from within.

“C...coming!” Spike hollered from inside. One of the two titanic doors swung inward, revealing the dumpy dragon’s heavily breathing form.

“Hey, Spike,” Anon began, squatting down and extending his closed fist. “Twilight around?”

“She’s - Huff - putting the f...finishing touches up for your date,” Spike wheezed, completing the offered fist bump.

“Date?” Anon repeated, knitting his brow.

The little dragon grinned conspiratorially, leaning closer to elbow the man’s thigh. “So ya like ‘em big and kinky, eh? I can respect that,” he snickered, waggling his eyebrows. Turning away and waving a claw, he began walking down the corridor. “I just hope you know what you’re getting into with her, she’s a bit feisty.”

Standing by the entryway, it took Anon a second to respond. Date? Big and kinky? Feisty!? Though Spike hadn’t said much, he’d hit on a few very compelling words in short order! The comments didn’t reveal much at all, in actuality, although they definitely fanned the flames of his interest. Walking up to and keeping pace with his draconic companion, he glanced down at his friend.

Spike was one of the few creatures he got along really well with. Despite their differences in age, size, and species, he thought the tiny reptile was a pretty cool dude. They’d have game nights every so often, go bowling, and even grab the occasional bite to eat. All in all, the little guy was a damn nice dragon and a very knowledgeable source of information for nearly anything in Equestria - which meant he might be able to glean some intel for his supposed date.

“So, Spike, do you know anything about this girl?” Anon asked, smirking down at his buddy.

“Hmmmm,” the dragon hummed, shrewdly rubbing his chin. “Well I know she can be a bit obsessive sometimes, she has a bit of an attitude, and she’s a screamer. She can’t be all bad though, since all of her kids turned out well.”

Anon’s eyes widened, processing what he’d just heard; besides being big and feisty, she was also a potential MILF! His smile broadened, thinking about how he may finally get his lucky break. Reining himself in, he shook his head and took a deep breath. Even if he was about to meet some bombshell, he couldn’t afford to fuck things up by getting too excited.

“You - uh - wouldn’t have any sage advice for me, would you?” he pressed, hoping for any helpful insight he could get.

“Oh! Don’t mention Starlight! I know for a fact that those two don’t get along - besides that, she’s a sucker for flattery! Just ham it up and put the moves on her! I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Spike responded, shooting him a wink.

“Thanks, buddy. If this works out, I swear, I’m gonna take you out for a night on the town,” Anon noted. Hell, if he actually did manage to click with this chick, he’d buy Spike a year’s subscription of Play Colt magazine!

“I’ll hold you to that,” the dragon chipperly remarked, his pace slowing. “Alright, here we are.”

Anon stopped in his tracks, looking around in confusion. He’d been so involved with the conversation and his thoughts that he’d failed to realize exactly where they’d been headed. Apparently, at some point or another, they’d begun descending into the bowels of the keep. Well away from the social areas above ground level, the labyrinthine network of storage rooms beneath the castle were the last place he’d expected to wind up.

“Ummm,” he hummed, looking up at a large, heavily reinforced door. “Is this some second dining room?”

Putting his shoulder against the slab of crystal and metal, Spike heaved; it was only when the man lent his aid did the door finally budge. Creaking loudly, the monstrous portal ponderously moved to reveal an absolutely immaculate dining area. The cavernous chamber was almost entirely empty, save for a small table and two chairs.

“Go on in and have a seat,” Spike chirped, motioning for him to enter. “Twilight will bring her in shortly.”

Unsure of exactly how to respond, Anon nodded and hesitantly stepped inside. Looking around, trying to make sense of why he’d be eating in such an odd location, the door slammed closed behind him. Scratching his head, an uneasy feeling steadily welled up inside him. Besides the three pieces of furniture, the room was completely vacant and nondescript. Large mirrors sat in the dead center of three of the four walls, only adding to his confusion.

One small saving grace was that the table wasn’t completely empty. Two place settings sat to either side of the polished, wooden surface, as did several trays of hors d’oeuvres, a bottle of what looked to be very expensive wine, and two empty crystal goblets. If things did go to hell, he’d make sure to swipe the booze - if only to drown his sorrows later.

“Anon? Anon, this is Twilight, can you hear me?” the Princess called out, her voice somehow coming from everywhere and nowhere at all.

Spinning around, trying and failing to figure out where she was speaking from, Anon scrunched his nose. “Yeah, I can hear you. Where -”

“Perfect! I’m legally obligated to inform you that the proceeding can and will be recorded - for academic purposes, of course,” the unseen alicorn merrily intoned.

“Twilight, what are you…” he fell silent, as he heard the unmistakable Pop of a teleportation behind him.

Turning slowly, with a knot forming in his stomach, he peered over his shoulder and froze. There, sitting not a dozen paces from where he stood, was a statue. Hewn from what appeared to be granite, it wasn’t the size of the carving which concerned him, nor the material it was crafted from - no, it was whom was sculpted that caused him concern. Though she was missing her two nefarious allies, her figure was unmistakable; he was staring at the ex-ruler of the changelings, Queen Chrysalis.

Without giving the effigy so much as a second glance, he bolted for the exit. Grabbing the door’s handle, he pulled with all his might but, alas, the crystal edifice wouldn’t budge. Releasing his grip, as a buzzing sound filled the room, he pounded fruitlessly at the exit. Needless to say, things had taken a very unexpected turn and he was less than thrilled.

“Twilight!” he yelled, desperation tinging his voice. “Let me out!”

Peeking over his shoulder, seeing the statue beginning to glow, he swallowed hard. Though he hadn’t been around for the catastrophic confrontation involving Queen Chrysalis, Lord Tirek, and Cozy Glow, he was well aware of the event - hell, he’d even gone to see their statue a few times. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in a room with a narcissistic, petty, possibly psychotic bug-horse, so he renewed his efforts to escape.

“Date night commencing in five...four...three…” Twilight droned on, giving an ominous countdown.

“Twilight, please, I don’t want to-” his protest died, as a thunderous cracking cut through the air. Wheeling around, he pressed his back to the door.

Leaping through the air, skidding across the floor, the shapeshifter completed her petrified assault. It was quickly apparent that her imprisonment had left her body and mind in some sort of stasis, as a look of angry confusion crossed her face. Furiously scanning the room, throwing her head from side to side, her lip curled in rage.

“Come out, Twilight Sparkle! You and your pathetic friends will feel our wrath!” she hissed. Steadily spinning in a circle, with her wings unfurling from her back, her harlequin gaze swept the chamber - that was, until it settled upon the man plastered upon the door.

“Chrysalis, hello, I hope you’re doing alright,” the alicorn cheerfully greeted, remaining unseen.

“Harridan!” the changeling howled. Snarling ominously, utterly ignoring Anon, she flew to the far corner of the room. Blasting the wall with a vibrant bolt of energy, leaving a scorch mark on the stone surface, she hurriedly flitted to the ceiling. “Show yourself, coward!”

“I will, but only once you’ve had a chance to recuperate. It wouldn’t be fair to have you face off against me, after having been detained for such a long time, so I thought I’d give you a bit of a breather before our rematch - in the meantime, I wanted you to meet someone!” the Princess noted, her chipper tone unwavering.

Rocketing around the room, the irate changeling peppered the walls, ceiling, and floor with rays of brilliant energy. Too unsettled to move, Anon watched the spectacle play out. He’d heard tales that the former Matriarch was a formidable wielder of magic, although the stories paled in comparison to actually seeing such a display. As he tracked her with his eyes, only slightly adjusting his head to follow her, he noticed her gradually slow.

He felt certain that Twilight had to have imbued the room with some sort of shielding sorcery. Though Chrysalis’ barrage left little more than small, singed marks on the marble or polished glass, his concern wasn’t dulled in the slightest - if anything, he was even more worried than before. Even if the Queen had paid him little mind, it was painfully evident that the Princess had intentionally lured him into the precarious situation.

Anon’s anxiety transitioned to one of cold, foreboding dread. Be damned if he could explain why Twilight would coax him into such a trap, yet he immediately regretted taking her up on her earlier offer. Surreptitiously trying the door handle for the umpteenth time, he went rigid - the Queen was staring right at him.

“Queen Chrysalis, this is Anonymous. He’s a human incubus from Earth - that is to say, he’s a being of unfounded carnal energy and love! Please, if you’re feeling a bit peckish, I’m sure he’d be more than pleased to meet you!” Twilight giggled, her filly-like laughter reverberating throughout the chamber.

“No I’m not!” Anon loudly groused, drawing the shapeshifter’s attention.

Chrysalis’ eyes narrowed, as she glared at the captive man. Sauntering over in his direction, stopping a handful of feet away, she looked him over from top to bottom. He couldn’t see how it would be possible that she knew of his species, and her curious reaction was a dead giveaway of that fact. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could avoid evoking her legendary ire.

“Hyu-man, I presume you are an enemy of that accursed Twilight Sparkle as well?” the changeling inquired, looking up to his face.

“We’re not on the best terms at the moment,” he grumbled. Given the circumstances, he definitely wasn’t pleased with the Princess or whatever harebrained scheme she’d thrust him into.

“Interesting,” Chrysalis remarked, almost to herself, “some semblance of a diamond dog or perhaps an ape, yet clearly neither.” Examining him carefully, inspecting every limb, her gaze eventually drifted back to his face.

Standing there, feeling like a fly in a jar, Anon shifted uncomfortably. The Queen was a good bit larger than any of the ponies he’d met before, barring Princess Celestia. Her head reached his chest, with her horn making their height nearly equal - still, despite her size, she was relatively svelte and thin. While she looked him over, he found himself studying her figure. Just as his eyes wandered over her hindquarters, she chuckled.

“So you are an incubus, fascinating,” she mused, stepping back and motioning him towards herself. “I have heard stories of your kind, yet I’d always presumed they were old mares’ tales.”

Rolling his eyes, the man inched away from the wall. “I am not an incubus, I’m just a regular human.”

“He really is an incubus and he loves thighs and butts,” Twilight called out, exacerbating the situation.

Gnashing his teeth, Anon clenched and unclenched his fists. “Twilight, I fucking swear, you are going to pay for this!” he growled, scanning the room for any sign of the mischievous alicorn. “Chrysalis, don’t believe her,” he began, attempting to clear his good name, “I’m not…”

“If that goody two shoes is lying, I’m sure you wouldn’t be bothered if I…” Chrysalis trailed off, lazily spinning in place and flicking her tail to the side. Without the slightest bit of shame, squarely facing away from him, she leaned forward, arched her back, and braced her hind legs. With an impish look in her eye, she glanced over her shoulder and grinned.

Like a deer in the headlights, Anon gazed dumbfoundedly at the shapeshifter’s unabashedly displayed loins and rump. From between the plump, meaty lips of her marehood, a peek at her chartreuse depths could be seen. The color contrast, with such a vibrant interior against the changeling’s obsidian hide, was beyond striking, giving him a moment for pause. Damn near forcing himself to look away, dragging his eyes off from her nethers, he leered at her face.

“Does it not please you? Perhaps you prefer your mares a bit more juicy?” she innocently asked, twisting her head at an unnatural angle.

“No, listen, I’m not…” Anon twisted his head, as the sound of dripping water caught his ear. Scanning the ceiling, wondering what was going on, the pattering continued unabated.

“Try a little lower,” the shapeshifter taunted.

Wondering what she’d meant, reflexively looking down at her, Anon quickly found the source of the noise. The Queen’s sex was positively engorged, winking and slavering as if she’d instantly been stricken with some preternatural estrus. At a loss for words, he shamelessly peered at what had to be the most worked up mare he’d ever seen.

“There it is,” Chrysalis sighed, inhaling sharply through her nose. Standing straight, she turned to face him. “Such an exotic bouquet of lust…”

“I...I’m not…” he stammered, shaking his head.

He didn’t see the glow about her horn, nor the way she licked her lips, before he was wreathed in emerald flame. Seemingly out of nowhere, in the blink of an eye, every article of clothing about his frame was blasted to ash. With a yelp of surprise, he leapt back, pressed his back against the wall, and patted at his chest and limbs.

A second passed, then a third and a fourth, as realization slowly dawned on him. He was, as far as he could tell, completely unscathed, yet his garments had been obliterated. Nearly hyperventilating, he stared at the shapeshifter in shock. It was only when he noticed what held her attention did his hands sail to his bare groin.

“You were saying? I’m not what?” she mockingly scoffed, strutting over to him. “I know you weren’t going to tell me you’re not aroused, given how absolutely turgid you are. Come now, don’t be shy,” she snickered, excerting her sorcery to pry his hands away.

Being forced to unveil himself, Anon fought weakly against his magical bonds. As his arms were pulled to his sides, his manhood sprang free. Standing proud, at nearly full strength, his erection stood in stark contrast to his timid actions. The changeling quickly leaned in, bringing her snout to the tip of his length and magnifying his discomfort exponentially.

“Interesting shape, noteworthy size, and an exquisite aroma, I’d expect no less from an incubus. Tell me, how many mares have you wooed with this magnificent tool of yours?” Chrysalis cooed, drawing one forehoof up his inner thigh.

“Zero!” he bleated, closing his eyes. “And I’m not an incubus!”

“But of course you’re not,” she wryly laughed, flicking his manhood and watching it wag, “you just happen to be a - what was it - hyu-man who absolutely reeks of lechery and it’s purely a coincidence that you are so superbly endowed.” Rearing onto her forelegs, mystically wrenching his arms out to his sides, she stepped closer and pressed her forehooves against his chest. “You know, if you decided to give me a small helping of that love you’re filled with,” she continued, shifting her muzzle to his ear, “I’m sure we could escape.”

Before he could ask what she meant, she bucked her hips. The undeniably humid warmth of her sopping wet marehood washed over his cock, causing him to shudder. He’d heard that pre-reformed changelings were gluttons for love, often deceiving or outright robbing innocent creatures of their energy, though he’d had no way of knowing the former Matriarch would come on to him like a drunken date on prom night!

The only other explanation was far more unsettling. Given Chrysalis’ age and infamy, he felt certain that she knew exactly what she was doing. If seducing him meant she’d get a recharge, allowing her to fully renew her energy, he’d be in an even bigger pickle - not just because that would mean doing something naughty with someone he just met, but because he’d be giving her even more of an advantage than she already had.

Squirming slightly, as she nuzzled his neck, he nervously licked his lips. “I...I don’t know if…”

“I can be anything you want,” she breathed hotly, nibbling his ear.

Anon’s heart raced, he broke out in a cold sweat, and his dick throbbed maddeningly. He had not been prepared for such a carnal assault on his senses. Glancing over at her, seeing a wicked grin split her features, he gulped. Remarkably forward or not, there was no denying that she was an attractive creature. He watched, as she shifted lower, kissed his nipple, and released his arms.

“Perhaps a demonstration is in order,” she tutted.

Hopping off of him and moving in reverse, an arcane inferno whirled around her. Before his very eyes, she grew to nearly double her original size. Another flash of eldritch fire left her no larger than a filly. Time and again, in rapid succession, she altered her state to a dizzying array of body types and dimensions.

“I’m sure I could assume the form of anything which suits your tastes, as you can see, although that doesn’t address the real question,” she mused, shrewdly rubbing her chin. “Would you like me to dominate you, pinning you down and hearing you mewl like some innocent colt? Perhaps you’d favor jamming my head into a mattress, plowing me like some angry titan and claiming my womb with your virile, rich foal-batter?”

Unable to respond, feeling as though his mouth was full of sand, Anon kept his lips clamped shut. He had little doubt that she meant every word of what she said, which caused his willpower to wither. With his arms hanging limply to his sides, he locked eyes with the vile temptress. A pained look crossed her face, before she morosely averted her gaze.

“Though…” she began, her tone lowering to a whisper, “I must warn you of something…”

“W...what?” he sputtered, seeing her reluctantly turn her back to him.

“After you’ve had a taste, no other mare could ever compare to my hot, succulent depths,” she replied. Presenting herself for a second time, pressing her deliciously flat chest to the floor, she flagged her tail.

The remark, paired with the sight of her sublime backside, caused something to break within him. First one foot moved forward, followed by the second, until he was slowly moving to her. Drawn by her siren’s call, he reached out and caressed her hind leg. Her hide, soft and warm against his palm, had a supple, almost rubbery texture. His hand glided up her lower limb, before his fingers sank into one pillowy bun.

Bucking back into his palm, Chrysalis hummed contentedly. With a flick of her waist, she sent his fingers into the cleft of her ass. The heat between her cheeks was staggering, sending yet more blood to his tool. Gently, deliberately, his digits caressed her entrance and pronounced, silken pucker.

“Take your pick, I’d be more than happy for you to use either,” she murmured, flashing him a sharp, toothy grin.

Anon knew exactly which luscious choice he was going to make. While her ass did sport a rather inviting backdoor, he couldn’t help himself from going for her drooling snatch. Shuffling into position, caving to his bestial urges, he clutched the base of his length and experimentally prodded her entrance. He’d intended on taking it slow, giving himself time to savor the debauchery he was about to enact, but Chrysalis had other plans. Without any fanfare whatsoever, the changeling rammed her body into reverse.

He gasped, as the entirety of his shaft was entombed in her depths. The sensations which accosted his manhood were far, far better than anything he could have imagined. Like molten silk, her interior contorted around his tool. Not too snug or loose, excellently warm, and juicy as a perfectly ripened fruit, her confines were exquisite. Reaching out, he clasped her hips and sighed contentedly - that was, until his regal paramour humped back against him.

“Too smitten to speak?” she teased, nonchalantly fucking herself on him. “Though I would love for you to take part, I would certainly understand if you are a bit overwhelmed.”

Smiling to himself, compelled to oblige his impromptu mate, he thrust into her. As his waist slapped against her onyx backside, sending her body lurching forward, the most heavenly noise escaped her. Guttural and whorish, she loudly groaned and clenched around him. Even if it was an act, her reaction emboldened him beyond words. Withdrawing partially, relaxing one hand to stroke her side, started unhurriedly plowing her.

It only took Chrysalis a moment to synchronize her movements to his, leaving their bodies moving in tune. Tightening on his backstrokes, as if yearning for him to stay within her, she relaxed on his plunges. To say she was an expert lover would be an unprecedented understatement, because of one simple fact - even the most seasoned paramours weren’t able to fully excerpt their will over every part of their body.

After less than a minute had passed, Anon was sure of one thing - Chrysalis hadn’t been bragging in the slightest. All her talk and seduction was solidly backed up by the most captivating sex he’d ever had. Not only was she attractive and profoundly sensual, but it was almost as if her interior was massaging and stroking his length; the amount of pelvic muscle control she had was insane, almost supernaturally so.

Gradually picking up speed and increasing the force of his thrusts, he did what he could to reciprocate her efforts. He hadn’t been consciously trying to up his game, though some part of him wished to give as good as he got. If she was willing to pleasure him in such a magnanimous and slatternly fashion, by Celestia, he’d do his damnedest to make sure she was left satisfied. Leaning forward, his free hand ran around her flank, under her belly, and towards her groin.

Chrysalis’ moans raised an octave, as he rubbed her clit. Squelching and winking around his length, her marehood slathered his loins with her syrupy nectar. Anon could only assume she was enjoying it, considering the way she was clamping down upon him, which poured more fuel on the inferno of passion blazing within him. Releasing her waist, he shifted his grip and seized the dock of her tail.

“Yes!” she howled, meeting every ounce of his zeal with her own wanton fury.

Though he wasn’t fully aware of it, the physical bliss he delivered her was eclipsed entirely by the ephemeral energy of his desires. Besieged on two fronts, the changeling Queen ravenously fed off of everything the man had to give. Arching her back and lifting her rear, she relished the strange, intoxicating creature who had mounted her.

Peering over her back and to the shapeshifter’s face, Anon couldn’t help but notice a strand of drool hanging from Chrysalis’ chin; the sight, coupled with how her heavily lidded eyes gazed back at him, gave him an idea. Grinding to a halt, he stood to full height, gently patted her thigh, and unsheathed himself.

“Get on the table,” he huffed, strolling over and carefully moving the various food items.

Chrysalis obliged, straightening up and taking to the air. Landing upon the wooden surface and easing herself down, with her rump hanging over the side, her wings buzzed impatiently. Strangely, as his dexterous hands rested against her, she was rolled to her side and onto her back. Piquing a brow in confusion, she glanced down her chest at him.

“If you feed on love,” Anon muttered, stepping between her legs and casually sinking into her marehood, “then we’re going to make love.”

The look on the changeling’s face was priceless, far better than what he’d expected. Since she’d seduced him and destroyed his clothes, a bit of payback was definitely in order. He wasn’t mad - at least, not really - but he thought it only fitting that he turn the tables. Her fanged jaw flapped uselessly and her pupils shrank to razored slits, as he leaned in, cradled her head, and kissed her.

Though his intention had been to get her worked up, his ploy worked to devastating effect. Straight away, once his tongue entered her maw, she was wracked with a ruinous climax - that or she had a severe seizure. Writhing beneath him, gushing juices like some lecherous geyser, her limbs trembled uncontrollably. The abruptness of it all forced Anon to retract his head momentarily, before she reached up and wrenched him back downward.

“More!!!” she bellowed, as her hind legs sprang shut around his hips.

The changeling pulled him deeper, while their tongues entwined. More than happy to comply, Anon started fucking her in ernest. Unlike before, when he’d paced himself to some degree, he pulled out all the stops. Jackhammering into her with reckless abandon, his passion soared to astronomical levels.

Knowing he had the shapeshifting Matriarch wrapped around his finger was even more exhilarating than having his dick balls-deep in her. Chrysalis was one of the biggest, baddest villains in all of Equestria, yet he’d reduced her to a whimpering, juicy heap of limbs. Breaking their kiss, sliding his cheek against hers, he brought his mouth to the side of her head.

“I love the way you cum…” he breathed, tonguing her ear.

For the second time in a matter of minutes, the shapeshifter spontaneously convulsed and squirmed. The mere mention of love was enough to promptly send her spiraling off the edge and in so doing pushed him closer to his limit. Rutting her with everything he had, knowing his time was finite, he closed his eyes and fixated on the sinful sensations she afforded.

The way her lilting voice cut through the air, how her velvety canal embraced him, the scent of her arousal, how she hungry peered up at him; in every possible way, she was a feast for the senses. Worming his hands under her back, Anon held her tightly to himself. Embracing her, moving in for one final kiss, he peaked.

In that astonishingly passionate moment, he hilted. His essence surged through his wildly throbbing length, before crashing against his lover’s womb. It was the perfect crescendo for the impromptu and wholly unexpected depravity. Chrysalis’ depths quivered, greedily milking every drop of his precious seed. Given the way she was moaning into his mouth, he wouldn’t be surprised to learn she’d climaxed again.

Holding one another, riding out their ecstasy, the two inevitably grew still. Slipping his head to the side, he rested his neck against hers. All of the activity had left him exhausted and wanting little more than a well deserved shower and the warmth of his bed. Working one arm free, pushing himself up, he opened his eyes to look down at the perverted changeling.

Much to his surprise, she was silently snoozing beneath him. At some point, presumably as the post-coitus warmth settled over them, she’d drifted off to sleep. Wondering how he was going to handle the situation, he knit his brow. He would rather avoid waking her, villain or not, which left him in a predicament. Carefully working his second from under her, taking care to be as gentle as possible, the faint sound of hooves caused him to pause.

“Much, much better than I had anticipated. Anon, I have to hand it to you, you really did a number on her!” Twilight quietly laughed, sauntering up beside the man. Apparently she’d seen fit to let herself in and speak with him, heedless of his naked and undignified state, while he was still hilted within his parasitic paramour.

Scowling over at the Princess, he held a finger to his lips. Chrysalis had been very vocal about her displeasure with the alicorn, so ensuring she stayed sleeping was more important than ever. Gingerly cradling the changeling’s hind legs, he lowered the extremities to the table and stepped back. His softening manhood slipped from her sex, sending a trickle of his spunk spattering to the floor below.

“She won’t wake up for at least another six hours; if my calculations are right, you just dispensed over a month’s worth of energy for her! Frankly, I’m surprised you’re still able to stand!” Twilight chirped.

The alicorn’s words reminded Anon of her not-so-subtle ploy and outright lie of him being an incubus. Kneeling before her, keeping his eyes locked to hers, he bitterly held up a finger. “First of all, you’re buying me new clothes - secondly, I want someone to pack all that food up for me to bring home,” he growled, pointing at the carefully saved snacks and wine.

“Oh Anon, you’ll be able to buy several new outfits!” Twilight giggled. “Here, hold out your hand.”

Confused, frustrated, and keenly aware of the cooling fluids on his waist and upper legs, he did as asked. With a flash and a Pop, a hefty leather sack jingled into his palm. Reaching up and digging his fingers into the pouch, he produced a gold bit. Judging from the weight alone, there had to be at least a hundred coins in the bag!

“I’ll have Spike collect the food and bring it to your house,” she noted, nodding to the hors d’oeuvres.

“I can carry it myself, but I don’t think the townsponies will be too happy seeing me walk back to my house buck naked,” he grumbled.

“Shoot, hang on,” Twilight cursed, disappearing and reappearing in the blink of an eye. Holding what appeared to be a bed sheet, she offered the linen to the man. “This will have to do for now. I hate to be so abrupt, but I really must be going; I need to make sure everything is documented properly. I’ll pop in tomorrow morning to see how you two are doing.”

“Two?” Anon parroted, as a sinking feeling grew in his gut.

“I’m going to be studying the cohabitation of a human and an unreformed changeling. If my theories are correct, you may just be the best chance we have to keep her out of trouble!” Twilight explained, waving at the softly snoozing Matriarch.

“So I’m supposed to just let her crash at my place?” Anon croaked.

The Princess nodded, smiling broader than ever. “You’ll be very well compensated. Cost of living fees, rent, food, all the necessities for my experiment will be covered - not to mention a rather generous stipend for volunteering!”

Though the prospect of having extra cash around was tempting, having to live with a possibly deranged bug-horse didn’t exactly sound like a walk in the park. “What happens if I refuse?”

“Well, if you decline the offer, I’ll have to imprison her again,” Twilight admitted, the enthusiasm bleeding from her voice.

Anon may have made several poor choices throughout his life, but he was not going to be responsible for someone he’d only just met being sentenced to a stony prison. Pinching the bridge of his nose, already regretting what he was going to say, he shook his head. “No...I’ll take her home…”

“Splendid! You shouldn’t have too much to worry about, since she’ll probably be pretty out of it for the rest of the night” the alicorn stated. Moving to turn away, she scrunched her snout. “On second thought, I’ll just teleport you home.”

“No, Twi, that’s really not -” his protest came too late, as the world was drowned out in white.

Materializing at his bedside, with the comatose changeling on his mattress, he reached out and steadied himself against the wall. Teleportation, while convenient as all get-out, always left him feeling slightly woozy. Glancing over at his slumbering guest, his shoulders wilted. Though he realized he’d have to change the sheets in the morning, due to his visitor’s unavoidable leakage, he was willing to leave her undisturbed.

He wanted to get some rest and he needed to figure out what he was going to do about his impromptu housemate, although those could wait until he’d showered off. Quietly plodding into his bathroom, he paused by the doorway. As he peered back, gazing at the softly snoring form of the Matriarch, he silently prayed that he hadn’t inadvertently gotten himself in over his head…