To Ne'er Come Down Again

“You have to realize how unorthodox this is,” Anon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

“Excuse me, my apologies, I’d forgotten how it’s unorthodox for a literal alien to accompany his betrothed to the tailor,” Chrysalis quipped. Glowering over at him, as they moved through town, she grinned.

“Is it seriously no big deal? I thought seeing one another in our wedding getups was supposed to be a surprise on the big day,” he lamented. Walking along beside her, he nodded, waved, or smiled at the townsponies they passed.

“It’s a foolish pony tradition that’s just as nonsensical as most of their customs!” the Queen griped, practically snarling in frustration. “What does it matter if my husband-to-be joins me in the planning phase of acquiring my gown? Your opinion on the matter is more important than anyone else’s because you are the whole reason I’m getting the blasted thing!”

Her aggression, while outwardly off putting and unsettling, warmed the depths of Anon’s heart. The fact that she actually valued his input on the matter was a testament to her feelings for him and, as such, he’d be damned if he was going to disappoint her - still, it felt a bit funny to be going along with her to the couturier for a consultation. Honestly, given his utter and complete lack of style and fashion sense, she would have likely been better off on her own.

“Just try not to be too snippy with Rarity,” he moaned. “It was nice enough that she offered to make my suit and your dress, so please don’t make a scene.”

“I’ll make a scene if I want. It’s my wedding and I will settle for nothing less than the perfect gown,” she tutted, obstinately flicking the mane from her face.

Despite himself, Anon grinned. Ever since he’d proposed to her, she’d taken on a bit of a split personality. On one hand, she acted like every little facet of the event was a tremendous chore and complained incessantly about the details - on the other, she’d worked meticulously to plan each and every element of the momentous event. She may have acted like she hated it, but her devotion and hard work spoke to the contrary.

“Moreover,” the testy Queen grumbled, wincing as the morning sun washed over her face, “why is our appointment so early? You would think Rarity would realize a bride needs her beauty sleep!”

“Because it just works best for everybody,” the man shot back, reaching out and scratching behind her ear. “The kids are at school, her shop doesn’t technically open for another two hours, and I’m pretty sure you would rather not have to put up with other customers,” he explained. “Besides, I’m sure planning the dress for a Queen should be done without distraction.”

Slowing just a tad, Chrysalis twisted her head and leered at her lover. “I presume that was your idea?”

“Nope,” he chuckled, leaning in and kissing her nose, “but I would have suggested it if she hadn’t.”

Her eyes widened ever so slightly, blood crept into her cheeks, and her gate faltered, before she flippantly turned away from him. Hanging a left, bringing the Carousel Boutique into view, she snorted in disdain. “Regardless, I hope this doesn’t take too long. I have yet to start on the painfully short guest list and invitations.”

Ignoring the petty gripe, knowing she was just floundering to complain about something, his hand wandered down her back and towards her flank. “I’ll make us some breakfast, once we get home, and then we can both get to work on it.”

“Hmmmph,” she huffed.

Looking up, content to let his lover halfheartedly pout, Anon spotted a figure standing at the boutique’s door. Sorcerously sweeping off the porch and entryway, doubtlessly trying to tidy up for her impending royal visitor, she didn’t notice them until they were roughly a dozen yards away. As the little unicorn set her broom aside, stifling a yawn and trotting out to greet them, he noticed something was amiss.

Ordinarily, Rarity was a paragon of beauty and grace. Her mane was always immaculately styled, her makeup was flawless, and she always made a conscious effort to present herself as perfectly as possible - that being said, for whatever reason, she looked rough. Not only did she seem somewhat unsteady on her hooves, but the bags under her eyes smacked of a lack of sleep. Though something was definitely wrong, she smiled at her guests nonetheless.

“Morning, Daaaaaaah,” she yawned, demurely covering her muzzle with a forehoof. “My apologies, I’m a bit tired. I trust you two are doing well this morning?” she inquired, wearily looking between the two.

“Rarity, yes, the Element of Kindness,” Chrysalis clucked, looming over the markedly smaller mare.

Holding a hoof to her chest and softly shaking her head, the unicorn corrected the shapeshifter. “Actually, that would be Fluttershy. I’m the Element of Generosity.”

Giving an apathetic shrug, the Queen pressed herself to the man’s side. “Whatever. Why are you so haggard?”

“Chryssy!” Anon croaked, lightly slapping the changeling’s lower back. It was one thing to be haughty and aloof, but being rude and outright uncaring was stepping over a line - especially since the unicorn was doing them a tremendous favor. “Sorry about her, she’s not usually up and about this early.”

“It’s alright, Darling,” Rarity noted, batting a hoof. “After spending the night here to finish your suit and gown, I’m a bit - Eeep!” she bleated, magically hauled to the Matriarch’s face.

“You did what?” Chrysalis seethed, baring her fangs at the terrified, levitating mare.

While Anon wasn’t nearly as upset as his paramour, the news that Rarity had already made them their attire did come as a bit of a shock. The wedding wasn’t for another four months - as such, he’d hoped to have time to ensure their garments were properly fitted and, with any luck, matching. Giving his lover a somewhat harder smack on the rear, prompting her to release the seamstress, he frowned.

Squatting down to face the dressmaker, he knit his brow. “You already made our outfits?”

“I simply couldn’t help myself! After I heard that you two were going to tie the knot, my imagination went positively wild. Queen Chrysalis, villain of renown, and Anon the human, getting hitched? Getting to make a wedding gown for a Queen would be thrilling enough, but making a unique ensemble for her alien lover made it just too exciting to pass up,” Rarity animatedly explained. Turning away, apparently with her passion overshadowing the fact that she’d just been accosted, she trotted towards the entrance of her shop.

Flanking and keeping pace with the unicorn, Chrysalis scowled at the seamstress. “You do realize that if we’re not pleased with your impertinent creations, you will be making us new ones…” Chrysalis hissed. “And before you ask, no, we will not compensate you for any wasted effort.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, but I really do wish you’d at least asked us first,” Anon lamented, mirroring his mate.

Though she was clearly fatigued, Rarity shrugged off the doubt and vitriol with ease. “If you don’t like the garments, I’ll be sure to adjust them to suit your tastes. Just do yourselves a favor and withhold your doubt until after you’ve had a look at my creations.”

The man and shapeshifter glanced to one another, shared a look, and kept their mouths shut. Rarity was a fashionista of renown, easily one of the best designers and tailors in all of Equestria, so chances were high that she’d made something that reflected her self-confidence - no, better than high. If the stories Anon had heard were correct, her work had gotten worse with input from her friends or clients.

“You’ll have to forgive the mess,” the unicorn grunted, proceeding through the storefront and into the back of the shop. “I just received a shipment of fabric the other morning.”

Slowing, Anon studied the backroom he found himself in. Unlike the business end of the shop, the rear of the building was heaped with materials, unused mannequins, various machines, and more than a few empty cups of coffee. Sat to one side of the area, beneath a window, rested a drafting table. As fascinating as it was to get a sneak peek of the dressmaker’s lair, his attention was quickly drawn by the sound of a throat clearing.

“Here you are,” Rarity intoned, levitating a decently sized box towards his chest. “There’s a restroom just behind those empty racks,” she continued, pointing over her shoulder. “If you’d like to try it on and come back out, I’ll have Chrysalis slip into hers.”

“Have Chrysalis…” the Queen scoffed, strutting over and menacingly towering over the pony. “Have you forgotten to whom you are addressing?”

“Darling, please, I’ve been up all night working my hooves to the bone on these. I would like you both to change and reconvene here,” the unicorn sighed.

The explanation did little to assuage the brooding Matriarch. Uncaring, without flinching a muscle, she piqued a brow. “Can we not change right here? Why must we -”

“Because I want to see your reactions! There! Is that too much to ask?!” Rarity snapped, somehow staring down the taller mare. Breathing heavily, she screwed her eyes closed, took a deep breath, and exhaled. “So if you’d both please go try your outfits on, that would be just lovely…” she softly added, regaining some modicum of her normally genteel nature.

To Anon’s amazement, Chrysalis actually buckled. Snatching up her garment, which was apparently in a box hovering by the exhausted and irritable seamstress, she sauntered back to the storefront and towards one of the fitting rooms located there. “You could have said that from the start.”

“And you could have - Grrrr,” Rarity growled, watching the lanky bug-horse disappear behind the curtain leading out of the backroom. “Is she always this difficult?”

Nodding, Anon squatted down beside the mare. “Pretty much, yeah, but don’t let it fool you,” he noted, keeping his tone barely louder than a whisper. “Just trust me, she’s not actually that mad.”

Peering to the man’s face, searching for and failing to find any sign of sarcasm, the unicorn recoiled. “And you put up with that every day?”

The man hung his head, taking a heavy breath and wondering if he could find an adequate way to explain their relationship. “Ok, so, have you ever met anyone who acts tougher than they are - you know, someone whose bark is worse than their bite?”

Rarity’s head slowly bobbed, though she looked far from convinced. “A few, yes.”

“And you know how, if you spend enough time around people like that, you start noticing little details about them? Their tone, the way they hold themselves, how quickly they respond to a question or request, how they react to situations - stuff like that,” he continued.

“I believe so, yes, but I can hardly say I’ve met anyone as…” Rarity paused and pursed her lips, possibly choosing a delicate way to finish her statement. “As apoplectic as Chrysalis before.”

“Just take my word for it, she’s not really angry,” Anon softly chuckled. Leaning in, he brought his mouth to just beside the mare’s ear. “Between you and me, I think she’s actually flattered that you made her something.”

“I’ll withhold my exhilaration until after I get both of your thoughts,” the unicorn murmured. Stepping back and waving her hoof towards the nearby washroom, she waved him away. “You should be able to get dressed quicker than her, but do hurry.”

Pushing himself up, the man shot the seamstress a smile and a wink. “I’m on it.”

He really didn’t have much time to spare, since he did not want to leave Chrysalis and Rarity together unsupervised. While he truly did believe what he’d said about his lover, regarding her being mostly talk, that didn’t mean she was opposed to applying a bit of physical force - for fuck’s sake, she’d literally shaken down Seven-Ten at least a dozen times in the last six months! Scampering past the empty racks and heaped crates of supplies, he saw himself into the restroom and closed the door behind himself.

Only after he’d closed the door did he open and peer into the box he’d been given. The first things to catch his eye were the colors: black, white, and several shades of green. Carefully extracting piece after piece, draping them over the sink and towel rack, he gave himself a good look at the outfit. So far as he could tell, it was a perfectly crafted tuxedo - replete with trousers, jacket, dress shirt, vest, and even a pair of shoes. It was a damn impressive getup, and it looked pretty snappy, but that would mean nothing if the clothes didn’t fit.

Arranging the various components of his suit around himself, Anon began to undress. Since there wasn’t too much room to work with, being inside the relatively cramped lavatory, it took him a few minutes to get stripped down to his underwear. Actually getting dressed was a fair bit trickier than he’d originally thought, since he’d never donned a tuxedo before, but he was able to manage it easily enough.

Much to his amazement, the garments fit him perfectly. The shirt, vest, and jacket had just enough room to let him move around easily. The only part which gave him any trouble was his bow tie which, unfortunately, he failed with spectacularly. Draping the length of silk over his shoulder, after brushing himself off, he gave himself a look in the mirror. Though it was the first time seeing himself in such a getup, he had to say, he looked fan-fucking-tastic.

The vest, jacket, and slacks were pitch black, as were the shoes, while the dress shirt was snow white, but those weren’t what defined the outfit. Be damned if he could name all the various shades of green which highlighted his ensemble, but the suit was heavily accented with the stuff. The buttons, trim, hemming, lining, the bow tie - hell, even the shoelaces on his footwear were all some hue of green!

It was no secret that he knew next to nothing about fashion, but he thought garb was damn clever. Even if Chrysalis’ dress was relatively plain, which he doubted it would be, his attire would compliment her aesthetic remarkably well. Smiling, turning and doing his best to look at himself from different angles, he started wondering what his wife-to-be’s dress looked like.

“Rarity!” he shouted, turning and barging out of the small chamber, “help me with this bow tie!”

If he was lucky, he’d have the seamstress finish him up before Chrysalis got changed. Sadly, as he wandered past the supplies and bolts of fabric, he discovered he was too late. Raising his head, holding the length of silk in his hand, he froze. There, standing beside the alabaster unicorn, stood his betrothed. In a single word, the slender changeling was positively gorgeous.

If there was ever an outfit which perfectly fit the Queen, it had to be the gown she was wearing. Sharing a similar color palate to his tuxedo, the garment was a villainous parody of the traditional pure white wedding dress. Lace embellished fabric clung tightly to her chest, continuing over her back and flowing over her hind quarters to the ground below. While it wasn’t overtly sexual, the article did accentuate her curves and somehow magnify her already startling appeal.

The couple blankly stared at one another, their eyes playing over their newly acquired garb, as a deafening silence fell over the room. It was a first for them both; Chrysalis had never seen the man in anything more complicated than a polo shirt, while Anon had only ever seen his mate in the nude or, on rare occasions, scandalous negligee. Were it not for the sound of a barely restrained squeal of delight, there was no telling how long they would have gawked at each other.

“I presume you both approve?” Rarity asked, practically gnawing her lower lip in excitement.

Stepping forward, turning his attention back to his lover, Anon numbly nodded. A simple yes would have been an inadequate response. The Queen - his Queen was absolutely resplendent in her natural state, yet somehow the couturier had magnified her natural beauty several times over. Needless to say, his uncertainty about Rarity’s decision to make such an outfit on a whim was demolished outright.

“Hmmm,” Chrysalis hummed, lazily sashaying over to and around the man. Eyeing him up and down, drinking in every minute detail of his wardrobe, she curtly nodded to herself and gave one of the highest compliments she’s likely ever uttered. “Adequate...”

“You think so?” Anon asked, beyond pleased that she approved of his getup. He thought the tuxedo was dapper as hell, but hearing it from someone else, especially his betrothed, was supremely satisfying. As she came to a halt just before him, he noticed several twinkling dots about her gown. Squinting, he leaned in and gave himself a closer look. “A...are those gems?”

“Of course, Darling!” the svelte unicorn stated, walking over to the shapeshifter and casually caressing the dress. “Peridot, tourmaline, diopside, and jade have been woven into the piece which, by the way, includes silk harvested from malachite spiders.”

“Innovative,” Chrysalis remarked. Craning her neck and twisting her head, she inspected her rear. “I suppose the piece is satisfactory, although the lack of accompanying negligee will need to be addressed.”

“Tsk tsk tsk - Chrysalis, you wound me,” Rarity mourned, holding a hoof to her head as if stricken. “You assume a fashionista of my caliber would neglect such a detail? Now then, if you’d be so kind, close your eyes and do not peek - both of you.”

As the Matriarch cast him an incredulous look, Anon nodded and did as he was asked. The quality and precision with which Rarity had crafted their garments had more than earned some small and, judging from the course of the conversation, somewhat raunchy surprise. Hoping his paramour was keeping her eyes shut, hearing the unmistakable sound of magic, a dull Thump to his left drew his attention.

“Alright, turn slightly to your left and open your eyes on three. One...Two...Th-Blast it!” the unicorn groused.

“Hmm hmm hmm...Rarity, my dear pony, this is exquisite,” Chrysalis snickered.

With the countdown derailed, Anon peeked out and gazed upon what had to be the most extravagant set of lingerie he’d ever seen. Traceries of satin and lace lay tightly draped around a mannequin of Queenly proportions. Panties, a garter belt, leggings, a bodice - they were all there. The ensemble was deliciously depraved and, if he had to guess, had taken as much time, thought, and effort as the dress itself had.

“I should mention, I have a slice of humble pie at the ready to accompany the outfit,” the seamstress quipped, conceitedly grinning at the shapeshifter.

Gently prodding a hoof to the unicorn’s chest, Chrysalis wolfishly smirked. “Don’t push it - that being said, I will upgrade my appraisal from sufficient to satisfactory.”

“Well I’m glad you approve,” Rarity noted.

As the fashionista extended a foreleg to her regal guest, the most remarkable thing happened. Not only did the Queen shake the pony’s hoof, but they both shared a giggle - not an ominous ‘you will rue the day’ sort of giggle, but a giggle of genuine amusement. Anon was floored by the interaction, even after the reveal of their attire.

“I really can’t thank you enough for this,” he solemnly whispered, delighted with the pleasantly surprising turn of events, “but I’m not sure how we’re going to afford all this; everything must have cost a fortune in materials alone, and I’m sure the work you put into outfits had to take quite some time.”

“Darling, please, as if I’d charge you a single bit for these!” Rarity tutted, dismissively batting a hoof at the man.

“Let me guess - you’re happy to generously gift us these garments out of the kindness of your heart,” Chrysalis mused, cocking her head to the side.

Nodding once, the unicorn beamed. “Quite right.”

“And it has nothing to do with the fact that every publication on the continent will mention how the Miss Rarity was the brilliant designer who crafted the gown and tuxedo featured for Queen Chrysalis’ wedding,” the Matriarch pressed, her smile twisting into a predatory smirk.

“I..I...Well…” Rarity gulped, suddenly finding herself put on the spot. “I suppose a few outlets may mention my name - after the wedding occurs, of course.”

“No no! Rarity, you misunderstand me,” Chrysalis tutted. Nonchalantly moving to the mare’s side and wrapping a foreleg over her shoulder, she pulled the suddenly tense pony to herself. “It’s absolutely cunning. And here I thought ponies weren’t capable of such guile - well, besides Cozy Glow.”

“P...Please, you’re too kind,” the unicorn bashfully tittered, looking somehow embarrassed and prideful.

“Do you know what would look stunning with this dress?” the Matriarch inquired, holding the seamstress close. “A green rose…”

Quirking a brow, Rarity timidly eyed the towering changeling. “I...I’m not sure if Roseluck would -”

“Pity,” Chrysalis interrupted, suddenly sullen. “If this Roseluck did have flowers which would compliment the positively splendid gown you’ve made for me, I’d have no choice but to wholeheartedly endorse your boutique.”

Upon hearing the statement, the pony’s ears perked up and she wriggled free from the ne'er-do-well’s grasp. “I’ll be right back,” she chirped, hastily moving towards the exit.

Despite the predatory grin plastered on her fanged face, Chrysalis fondly waved goodbye to the fleeing seamstress. “Take as much time as you need! Anon and I shall eagerly await your return.”

Anon smiled to himself and waved a hand, watching the unicorn disappear into the storefront. The morning had turned out much better than he could have ever dreamed. Their outfits, while unexpected, were of exceptional quality, fit perfectly, and they hadn’t cost a dime - hell, they’d even scored a deliciously naughty set of lingerie on the house. As if the gratis garments hadn’t been nice enough, he was stunned that Chrysalis and Rarity had actually seemed to hit it off!

So far as he could remember, the Queen and seamstress had rarely interacted much - sure, it was no secret that Chrysalis despised all the elements of Friendship, but her vitriol for some far surpassed her rancor for others. As bizarre as it had been to see the pair playfully goad one another, he was thrilled that their meeting hadn’t turned into a bitching session or metaphorical dick measuring contest.

“Turn around, face the wall, and strip naked,” Chrysalis matter-of-factly instructed, igniting her horn and carefully extricating herself from her dress.

Robbed of his cheerful moment, sure that he’d misheard his lover, Anon dug a finger into his ear. “What?”

Without batting an eye, continuing to cautiously disrobe, the Queen sighed. “Strip. If I’m right, we’ll have about twenty minutes before -”

“We are not going to do it in the back of Rarity’s shop!” he cut her off, glowering over at her.

Stopping dead, Chrysalis locked eyes with him. “Why not? It’s not like we haven’t surreptitiously done it in or around several other locations in Ponyville.”

Lifting a hand, Anon started counting off on his fingers. “First of all, it would probably tick off Rarity, and I would really rather not risk getting stuck with a bill that would more than likely take years to pay off,” he darkly grumbled. Seeing his initial point had little effect, with his mate glaring back at him, he was hit with an idea. “And I wouldn’t want to risk her getting rid of our clothes out of spite…”

Studying him for a moment, the Matriarch’s defiant expression finally broke. “Fine,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “We’ll play it your way, even if you’re being a chicken about this. Go get changed and meet me back here.”

Nodding to himself, Anon turned and strolled back to the restroom. “Alright, just give me a sec.”

He would have changed right there in the backroom, had it not been for the fact that his clothes were still heaped in the bathroom. Seeing himself inside, only partially closing the door behind himself, he started carefully unbuttoning and removing the components of his tuxedo. It was rare that he denied a request from his domineering lover, and rarer still that he turned down the opportunity for a scandalous quickie, but even he had his limits.

Merrily humming to himself, with the vest, jacket, shirt, and slacks folded and draped over his arm, he moved back into the seamstress’ workshop. “Ok, after we finish up here, what would you say to…” his voice died in his throat, leaving the room eerily quiet, as he gazed over at his betrothed.

The gown was gone, resting on the drafting table behind her, but that wasn’t what left him speechless - no, that was due to what she’d replaced the dress with. The lingerie Rarity had shown them looked raunchy on a mannequin, but it wasn’t nearly as enticing and provocative as it was on Chrysalis herself. The green traceries of lace and satin elevated the changeling’s already substantial carnal appeal to unimaginable heights, sending blood rushing to the man’s loins and causing his imagination to run wild, but the shapeshifter was far from finished with the depravity.

“Rarity will need to make one small adjustment,” she purred, glancing back at her gown.

“Huh?” Anon dumbly grunted, unable to take his eyes off the alluring creature. It was odd; though he was used to her strutting around in the buff, seeing her in the overtly erotic undergarments immediately got his motor running.

“The dress is beautiful, but it will never fit me in four months,” she coolly intoned, slowly circling him.

Twisting his head, watching her lazily move around him, he pursed his lips. “Why? It seemed to fit you perfectly.”

Coming around to his front, facing away with him, she leisurely moved to the drafting table. “Because,” she breathed, resting her forehooves on the wooden surface, “I’m going to be extraordinarily pregnant.”

Before Anon could say a word, the changeling pressed her chest to the desk, splayed her hind legs, and flipped her tail to the side. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed it before, but the pair of panties she was wearing were crotchless. Longingly gazing at her sopping wet and engorged marehood, feeling his erection struggling within his pants, he gulped. As tempting as the offer was, some sliver of self-control kept him locked in place - that was, until she peered back at him.

“Imagine it -” she cooed, invitingly swaying her hips from side to side, “you standing at the altar, patiently waiting for your soon to be wife, when I begin walking down the aisle. Just think of the scandal! Everyone would know you’re the father, that you ravaged and pumped a clutch into my fertile womb out of wedlock. I’d stand at your side, heavy with foal and with ripe, leaking teats, while we say our vows; it would be glorious.”

Her winking sex, openly drooling to the hardwood flooring, left little room for doubt - she wasn’t just talking a good game, she was as or more excited about the prospect than he was. Even if she was partially bluffing, feigning an ovulation cycle, his reluctance waned. In the face of such a perfectly presented and delightfully debased notion, he licked his lips.

“You...you’d need a bra,” he stammered.

“Only if you insisted,” she countered, shooting him a wink. “For all I care, I’d marry you wearing this very outfit - after all, I am your broodmare.”

With that last word, the final nail went in Anon’s coffin. Fumbling for his pants, he swiftly undid the buckle of his belt. There were times in life when temptation became too much to bear - for him, it was seeing his to-be-wife presenting herself and asking for another litter of children. As his pants fell to the floor, being quickly kicked to the side, he stepped forward and caressed her rear.

Rocking back, grinding her slickened nethers against his painfully turgid manhood, she contentedly chuckled to herself. “Such a dutiful husband…”

Without another word, Anon draped himself over her back and locked lips with her. Her fangs played over his tongue, while she breathed hotly into his mouth. If there was a more perfect mate in this or any other world, he couldn’t imagine it. In spite of their differences, or perhaps because of them, they simply meshed perfectly together.

The sultry, arrogant villain and her humble human lover; as strange as it was, they’d found something with one another - something neither had truly experienced before. Like two halves of a peculiar whole, both of their lives had improved dramatically since the fateful day they met. While he could have never guessed he’d find himself utterly smitten with the shapeshifting seductress, it had happened all the same. Deepening his kiss, closing his eyes, he sank his length into her silken confines.

Although the pair were unquestionably worked up, they moved with the slow, tender motions of true lovers. Taking their time, their bodies worked in concert. Chrysalis affectionately squeezed his shaft, while he unhurriedly delved her depths. Thrust after thrust, his tool sank deeper into her confines until the tip kissed her womb.

She was the lock and he was the key; together he’d accomplished more than he’d ever dreamt of. They’d started a family, owned a home, and were on the cusp of being wed. Grabbing her hip, he broadened his stance and began rutting her in earnest. At a certain point, they crossed the point of no return, well past stopping themselves from taking it any further, and they’d be damned if anything was going to stop them from the impulsive breeding session spurred by outfits Rarity had fashioned for them.

“Yes,” she hissed, rearing back shivering in his grasp, “right there.”

The comment was completely unnecessary, though it did inspire him to plow her slightly harder than before. Steadying himself on her sturdy frame, he extended an arm and lifted her right hind leg. Braced as she was, with his added support, he made damn sure she wouldn’t lose her balance. He wasn’t opposed to screwing her from behind in a more traditional sense, though he couldn’t help from really elevating the experience for them both.

With her leg supported in his elbow, his hand crept to her groin. His fingers played over her winking, swollen clit, tenderly kneading the sensitive bud of flesh, while his hips impacted her backside. The moan which escaped her lips was like the sweetest symphony, inspiring him to peek out at her. Breathing heavily, rocking slightly with his thrusts, she cast her heavily lidded eyes upon him.

With his head resting over her shoulder, she arched her back, twisted her neck, and jammed her serpent-like tongue into his mouth. Dirty talk was all well and good, but an impassioned makeout session was something they both thoroughly enjoyed. As the minutes slowly dragged on, their bodies continued to move in perfect harmony.

Every grind, gyration, clench, or particularly forceful plunge was more than enough to keep them both on their toes/hooves, goading them both to up the ante. More than sex alone, for the sake of one’s self, they viewed their lovemaking akin to a competition - not exactly as a rivalry, but to each sought to push the other towards the finish line. They took gratification from knowing they brought pleasure to one another, rarely leaving either of them dissatisfied.

Balancing on her unheld hind leg, Chrysalis slammed herself back to meet his thrusts. Hotly kissing him, groaning into his mouth, there was no need to ask him to increase his pace - he simply knew. Tightening his grip on her hip, while furiously rubbing her clit, his hips slammed against her rear. With each withdrawal, she constricted around him - with every plunge, she relaxed her canal.

Screwing his eyes closed, fixating on the wondrous sensations she afforded, Anon basked in the glory that was his mate. Even if he had the chance to return home, to regain everything he’d lost on Earth, he knew he couldn’t leave her. Although she had her flaws, he’d gladly trade anything to be with her for the rest of his days. Holding her, making love with her, was ambrosia and he honestly couldn’t say if he could live without her.

The sensation of her trembling in his clutches, hearing her whimper around his tongue, told him she was close. Though he was loathe to break their kiss, he couldn’t help himself. Rearing back, releasing her waist, his fingers danced through her mane. “I love you…”

The amorous admission, like so many times before, was Chrysalis’ death knell. Her eyes rolled back, her body tensed, and a deluge of feminine nectar gushed from her quivering marehood. He smiled, seeing her face contorted in pure rapture, and continued on. Though she’d met her climactic fate, he’d be remiss for not coating her interior with his essence.

Between the spontaneous sex, the taboo of doing it in the backroom of Rarity’s shop, and seeing her in the negligee, he found himself at the tipping point. It wouldn’t have been out of turn for her to talk dirty to him, or perhaps seize the reins, yet something miraculous happened. Sweating slightly, with strands of her cerulean mane plastered to her face, her harlequin eyes met his.

“I love you too,” she confessed, her voice so faint that it may have been his imagination.

The avowal was beyond moving and wholly unexpected, sealing Anon’s fate and pushing him past the brink. Hilting himself, at a loss for words, he pressed his lips to hers and came. Hot seed surged through his wildly throbbing shaft, erupting into her depths and claiming her as his own. They’d screwed more times than he could count, in more positions and places than he could remember, but this felt different.

Quietly making out, riding out the euphoria of their passion, they relished the moment in silence. Soon enough, their love for one another would take the next step. They were to be wed, cementing them as a couple and vowing to cherish one another for their lives. The ceremony would be the crown jewel of everything they’d accomplished and the feelings they shared, marking them as a couple for the masses.

“Enjoy the show?” Chrysalis purred, twisting her head to the side at an unnatural angle.

Cocking his head, wondering what his paramour was talking about, Anon went rigid. Standing by the doorway, just inside the room, lounged Rarity. Though the unicorn didn’t appear upset or put off by the carnal display, simply knowing they’d been happened upon again sent a cold chill through him. Quite literally balls deep in his betrothed, he hung his head in shame.

“Sorry,” he muttered, hoping the pony would give them some privacy before he dismounted.

“Darling, there’s no need to apologize! I’m just happy you didn’t sully the gown itself!” Rarity chortled. Apparently content to stand there and continue to watch, she only eventually realized his discomfort. “Would you like a moment?”

Nodding, Anon winced. “If it’s not too much to - Oof!” he wheezed, set off balance as the Queen pushed him back.

“After gifting us the garments, had you asked, I would have allowed you a much more intimate view,” Chrysalis scoffed. Unabashedly trotting over to the seamstress, leaving a trail of seed and orgasmic juices in her wake, she came to rest before the pony.

Waving a hoof and blushing heavily, Rarity smiled. “That’s quite alright. I’m just moved that you enjoyed my creations that much.”

“Indeed,” the Matriarch crooned. “I’ll have the negligee laundered myself, though you may want to see to the mess we made before it dries.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t allow you to do that…” Rarity quietly huffed, stepping over and blocking the doorway.

Askance, Chrysalis squinted down at the suddenly defiant seamstress. “Excuse me?”

Knitting her brow, boldly staring up at the shapeshifter, the unicorn held her ground. “I’m not concerned about the - Ahem - results of your exchange, but I simply must insist that the lingerie stay with me until your wedding day.”

Snatching up his clothing and doing his level best to get dressed as fast as he could, Anon swallowed hard. It was like watching a mexican standoff, except the two participants were a snow white horse and a monstrously insectoid equine nearly double the size of her opponent. By the grace of some higher power, or maybe just dumb luck, the Matriarch chuckled.

“Bold...Very bold,” Chrysalis darkly mused. “I will allow you to keep the article and ensure Anon cleans up after us, so long as you recommend a photographer for the ceremony.”

Mutely locking eyes with the changeling, Rarity extended a foreleg to her guest. “Agreed.”

Shaking the mare’s hoof, Chrysalis shot a glance back at her paramour. “After I change, I’ll be browsing this pony’s wares. Try not to take too long.”

And just like that, the Queen disappeared into the storefront and out of view. Anon shook his head, embarrassed that they’d caused yet another scene and because he was left to mop up after them; to make matters worse, he couldn’t be completely sure he’d heard Chrysalis correctly. If she had said what he thought she said, it would have been the first time she’d ever actually dropped the L word towards him. Looking around for any sort of cleaning supplies, replaying the unplanned and exhibitionistic coitus he’d just had, he attempted to avoid the unicorn behind him.

“She really is quite the catch,” Rarity tranquilly remarked, strolling over to the man’s side.

Begrudgingly looking over at the mare, Anon noticed her levitating a mop and bucket of water over to him. “Yeah, she really is.”

“I believe I’ll go keep her occupied, if it’s all the same to you,” she hummed. Spinning around and proceeding towards the exit, she paused by the doorway. “One more thing, before I forget…”

Glancing over at her, the man quirked a brow. “Yeah?”

Smiling to herself, Rarity dipped her head. “Thank you…”

As the mare left, possibly to make sure his wife-to-be wouldn’t pinch anything from the shop, Anon was left to ponder on her words. All things considered, their morning could have been far, far worse, although he wouldn’t have minded not being caught plowing his lover or having to clean up the resultant jizz. If nothing else, at least their attire for the wedding had been dealt with and, as such, he had one less thing to worry about...